#i wrote and drew this a while ago

[mordremrose]

“I’m not him.” The words were choked, strangled even. Caithe set aside the journal she was writing in, and turned to see Bloom. “Who?” She asked, even if she already knew who he was talking about. “Trahearne.” Bloom muttered, his massive form slowly shuffling forward. “I’m not- I tried, but I can’t—“ He paused and a low rumble rattled the lower portion of his strange form, the plates of bark rising in agitation. His tail lashed and his hands dragged over his face. His palms caught on the spines along half his face and he winced. “I know you all see him. In me. You want me to be him.” Bloom seemed to deflate, sinking down to the ground. All of his limbs folded inwards, curling around his torso and Caithe swore she saw him tremble. “But I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry—“ “Bloom.” Caithe spoke gently, standing up and coming closer. His eyes were squeezed closed, she noted. He didn’t open them to look at her, until she reached out and laid her palm on his massive front limb— paw? She still wasn’t sure. “Bloom. Look at me. Please?” She repeated, gently as she could manage. Caithe was not a woman well versed in being a comforting figure, in being someone who offered their shoulder to one in need. But Bloom needed her. He chose to come to her, about this. She could only imagine the courage it must’ve taken him to trust her with this, after everything. Slowly, Bloom opened his eyes and leaned down, so his massive head was closer to her. He still curled his arms in around himself, clawed fingers making grooves in the thicker bark along his arms. Now Caithe could see the tears welling up in his golden eyes, and her heart ached. She could see her brother in his face, or perhaps she merely imagined she could. But his eyes, glowing amber in a way that made part of her mind want to vanish and hide away from his gaze... that was not Trahearne. And it never would be. “I’m sorry, Bloom.” She murmured, stepping towards his face. “For making you believe you had to be him.” Caithe hesitated before she reached out, gentle as she wiped away the tears at the corners of his bad eye. It was a little easier for her to avoid the massive thorns along his cheek and jaw, she told herself, but Bloom leaned into her touch and she knew it wasn’t that simple. “It is cruel, to expect you to be a man you have never met.” Caithe muttered. “You cannot choose to be someone you are not.” Briefly, unexpectedly, a memory surged in her mind- a memory of Trahearne saying something similar to her once, years ago.

“You are not as cruel as you pretend to be Caithe. I think we both know that.” He said, his voice calm but sad. Caithe pretended to ignore him. “…I miss Wynne too, you know. And Riannoc as well. It is okay to mourn, Caithe.” “I don’t need a lecture, Trahearne.” “I am not here to lecture you.” Trahearne’s hand came to rest on her hand, steadying her grip on the vial of poison she was preparing. “Aife told me about Faolain leaving the Grove. I promise you, Caithe, you are not alone. You do not have to harden your heart. You do not have to be someone you are not.”

She had yanked her hand away from him back then, snarled something about not needing him to tell her who she was, and stormed off, not ready to confront her feelings, never mind share them. Caithe took a deep breath, letting her hand simply rest against Bloom’s cheek. “You do not have to be someone you are not, Bloom. Just because you do not know who that is yet, does not mean that you have to pretend.” She said, meeting his eyes. “I am sorry, Bloom, truly, that we… that our expectations—“ She shook her head. “We have made you feel this way. It isn’t fair to you. And for that, I can only offer my apologies, and try to do better.” Caithe hesitated. This was where her knowledge faltered. Was this when she offered a comforting hug? Could she hug Bloom? His size certainly made it questionable, and the pain he has described to Taimi made her wonder if a hug would even feel pleasant in his situation, or if it would just be another reminder of how out of place he was among the rest of Dragon’s Watch. Between Bloom and the Commander... she had a life time of apologies ahead of her, and not the kind that hugs would be enough to bridge the gap. “Caithe.” Bloom muttered, and even though he spoke quietly, she could still feel the depth of his voice in her chest while standing this close. “Yes?” “Thank you.”

[marquisecubey]

wish you were here

[arrozconlecheeee]

I redrew some doodles from earlier this year on my priv twitter(о´∀`о)

Song: Supermassive black hole - Muse

[fr-thrice]

we were supposed to be the survivors

[hermit-searching]

hi. I'm back on my vocaloid propaganda again.

human au Donnie be like-

[finalexit]

*estrogenizes my oc*

[stormflute]

Heart of Etheria

[cerealmonster15]

noooo the leona thing was a DIFFERENT thing so wtf is thattttt

ok wait actually. the first one was from nanowrimo and is the "main" branch of multiverse lol. the one with the rsa ocs....

second one. yeah ok thats just the bird thing i wrote down before falling asleep one night. an idea i had about oops the press accidentally thinks cater is leonas new partner WHAT WILL THEY DO except i never expanded on it lol,,, ive been haunted by cater and leona together more times than i care to admit

and ok i was mixing those last two up at first but that last one is in fact still sort of leona related but hes not the love interest. this time fkjlsdfklds it relates more towards that big web i keep talking about and not posting tho so maybe ill save talking about it for. That. jkfsljfdskljf

[motherforthefamicom]

i need to stop making joke ocs cuz i just end up getting way too attached to them

[rin-may-1103]

The Disappointment.

This may or may not have multiple parts, depending on whether I feel like writing more. (dcxdp, demon twin au.) also based on some post I read a while ago... can't remember for the life of me who wrote it but if any of you guys do, let me know.

"This way," Mother hissed, snatching Danny's wrist tightly. Damian lagged behind, twisting his head this way and that, keeping an eye out for anyone following them.

"Quick now, we must hurry." She hissed again, her eyes darting back and forth, eyeing the small nicks and scratches she had left previously to lead them away.

Danny glanced back at his brother, watching as he scowled and defiantly lifted his head. His baby brother would die before he allowed anyone to see him defeated.

Glancing back to the path, Danny watched as Mother took down anyone who was in their way, killing without hesitation. As he watched another body hit the floor, Grandfather's muttered words from when he left dinner, ran through the back of his head, "Bring the disappointment to me after sundown. I've seen enough."

There was nowhere in the world they could hide that Grandfather wouldn't follow. They would be hunted for the rest of their short lives, hiding in fear like cowards. Grandfather would not rest until he drew blood.

"In here, Habibi, quiet now. Quickly, both of you." Mother finally let Danny's wrist go, darting across the hall to open the secret door. Danny moved to the side, signaling to Damian that he would keep watch. His brother nodded his head and quickly made his way over, ducking into the small, dark, and eerie corridor.

Mother crouched next to Damian, running her hands over his face like this would be the last time she would see it. knowing her, she probably expected it to be. No one went against their grandfather without severe consequences.

Glancing over his shoulder, Danny studied the shadows; there was a lookout patrol moving closer, which meant they only had a minute before they were discovered. Gritting his teeth, Danny darted across the hall, but instead of joining his mother and brother in the dark corridor, he pushed the wall back, leaving only the missing brick his mother had initially taken out.

"Danyal!" his mother hissed, her voice full of stern panic.

"Apologies Mother, but I can not let you do this," Danny replied, glancing to the side to see how much time he had left. Forty seconds. Crouching down, he picked up the brick and looked back at his mother. Damian stood next to her, his brows furrowed in confusion. Obviously, he hadn't figured out Danny's plan, otherwise he would have started shouting at him.

Mother stared at him for a second, her stern eyes wavering for the first time in Danny's life that he could remember. "Take care of him for me, keep him safe when I can not," Danny asked, grabbing the hood hanging around the back of his neck.

Mother's eyes teared up, but she straightened her back, her black hair framing her pretty face. "You've made up your mind then," she said, her voice low and steady. She rested her hand on Damian's shoulder, giving Danny a nod of understanding. "You are like your father, his love makes him weak."

"But," she continued, kneeling down in a bow, "You are of the demon's blood, it runs in your veins just like mine. Your actions will not be forgotten, nor will they be for nothing. You have my word, tifl alqamar. I love you, Habibi."

Danny nodded his head, unable to voice the thoughts clogging his throat. Instead, he took a silent breath, pulled his hood and mask into place, and shoved the final brick into place. Sealing off his precious family just in time to hear the guards around the corner.

Turning around, Danny silently stalked forward, drawing his shoulders back. The group rounded the corner and stopped, watching him in anticipation. Pitching his voice just slightly to the left and rolling his tongue, Danny spoke in a neutral voice, "take me to grandfather."

The two guards in front shared a look, but the ones in the back straightened up and moved aside. Marching forward, Danny passed the two hesitating guards and with a quick slice, brought them to their knees. He needed this to work, there was no room for mercy, no matter how much he hated it.

"I am the grandson of the demon head, you will respect me as you respect him. there will be no next time." Danny continued walking, pretending to not care if the two managed to follow or not. the remaining guards trailed behind him, silently observing him.

Danny was glad Mother had insisted on them matching today. otherwise, his plan would have failed long before he made it to his grandfather's door.

Stopping in front of the painted carved wood that was grandfather's door, Danny idly studied the carvings and statues around the grand hall. He remembered all the stories of how grandfather had collected them over his lifetime; grand stories of bloodshed and cunning manipulation.

His eyes settled on the one farthest away, with the least interesting story. It was considered ordinary, placed next to art worth billions. But it was Danny's favorite. It was a simple green crystal, carved like a crescent moon.

so simple, yet the most beautiful piece in Danny's opinion. He had always hoped he would die beneath the stars and his ever-faithful friend the moon. Maybe, instead of beneath them, he could die amongst them.

He would take it with him, he decided.

Turning sharply, Danny marched over to the small pedistal and plucked the crystal into his hand. Wrapping his fingers around it, he shoved it into a side pocket and returned back to his position.

They only had to wait for another minute before the door opened, grandfather's servants clearing a path for Danny to walk through.

"I see your mother did not drag you away," Grandfather mused, sitting in his large chair. His dark eyes studied Danny's form, taking in the katana on his back, and the hood and mask concealing his face. He was dressed like he would for a mission; no discernable features, no sign of who he was or wasn't. The perfect image of an assassin.

"at least you aren't a coward," Grandfather hummed, standing from his seat. He slowly pulled out his own katana, aiming it at Danny in a challenge. "no, just disappointing. but you are my blood and that earns you the right to die an honorable death. Draw your sword child, and fight like the warrior you are."

Danny bowed like he had been taught, then without another moment of hesitation, drew his sword and lunged.

He wished he could say it was a drawn-out battle of strength and minds, but it was not. for Danny was only ten years old, and his grandfather had hundreds of years of training and discipline behind him.

he gazed up at his grandfather as his knees hit the ground, his katana dropping to the ground as his hand reached up to the sword impaling his chest. Grandfather's eyes were filled with nothing but contempt, contempt for the useless boy he had just sentenced to death.

but his contempt did not bother Danny, no instead it drew a smile to his face. As much as Grandfather lorded his sharp mind over them, he had never been able to stop Danny from surprising him. So, with a burst of adrenaline, Danny allowed the small shuriken he hid in his sleeve to drop to his left hand and buried it deep into his grandfather's chest.

grandfather lunged back, pulling his katana with him, removing the only thing keeping Danny upright. Danny's body hit the ground, and with the last of his strength, he twisted his head so he could listen as his grandfather cried out in anger.

Grandfather's breath was heavy, the sound of him removing the dagger filling the silence. the shuriken was dropped to the ground with a sharp clatter, falling just a few feet from Danny's face.

"you," Grandfather huffed, "aren't such a disappointment after all. I'll grant you one last honor and keep you in the family tomb. Rest now, Damian, you have fought well."

Danny smiled, the cold feeling of blood loss crawling through his body, but not fast enough to block out the pressure of the moon crystal still in his pocket. He hoped Mother had gotten Damian out in time, and he hoped Damian could forgive him for what he had done.

[frost-queen]

Tempting fate (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

The night was out. Chilled but rather comforting on the skin. You were outside, waiting as your sister had already taken the carriage in a haste. Not a few moments ago she had a little encounter with Colin Bridgerton. One that you witnessed from afar. You could tell by your sister’s expression that she was displeased. Distressed to say the least. Once again had Colin Bridgerton said something to upset your sister. It was getting out of hand and you hated him for it. Hating how he toggled with your sister’s feelings.

They had been friends for a while now, but your sister desired more. He was the only good gentleman that gave her attention during the balls. Even if it was just a little. It wasn’t his first slip, but this time you clearly had enough of him. Now that your sister had run off with the carriage, you were left to return home on your own. Waiting for the carriage to return to the estate of this night’s ball would take awfully long.

Rubbing your arms gently, you hesitantly decided what to do. Go or stay? Slightly turning your head you noticed in the corner of your eye a figure approach. Once you fully got a glimpse of him, you rolled your eyes with annoyance. – “Y/n.” – Colin said approaching you. – “Good night Mr. Bridgerton.” – you answered coldly turning your posture away from him. �� “Do you not need a chaperone?” – he asked making you stop in your way. With a deep sigh, trying to temper your annoyance down, you turned back to him.

“Certainly not from you.” – you answered with a forced smile. He stared confused at you. Trying to process the meaning of your words. He slightly came closer to you. – “Did…did I say something to offend you?” – he questioned. You scoffed making him furrow his brows dumbfound. Colin and you hadn’t been the closest, yet he considered himself acquainted with you through your sister. – “To my sister you did!” – you bit back finding his act of stupidity tiring.

“Pen?” – Colin. – “I…I don’t understand.” – he answered. – “Why do you minimize my sister?” – you asked him boldly. Colin was taken back by your reply, looking surprised at you. – “Minimize… no, Y/n… I…I wrote to your sister everyday this summer with little reply.” – he said with a charming smile. You smiled in return as Colin flourished from seeing you smile. Yet your smile had other intensions. – “Oh, yes I know all about the letters you wrote her. Letting her know about all your adventures. I am well aware of that Colin!” – you pressured on.

Colin chuckled nervously. – “Are… are you going to make me say it out loud?” – he responded feeling a bit foolish. You quirked your eyebrow up unintrigued.  – “I missed her.” – he told you. You busted out in a laugh. – “You miss her?” – you positioned yourself stronger, fiercer to go up against your sister’s good friend. – “You miss her, but you would never court her is that correct?”

“Y/n I…” – Colin started finally losing a bit of his  boyish foolishness towards you. – “I overheard you!” – you called out. – “At my mama’s ball last season… telling everyone you would never ever court Penelope Featherington.” – You felt yourself get a bit emotional, defending your sister against her best friend. Against the one she loved. Some voices approached as it drew Colin’s attention briefly away from you. – “Bridgerton.” – one of them greeted as they passed. Colin bowed his head to them before leaning a bit closer to you. Lowering his voice he spoke – “Perhaps we should go where there’s somewhere private?” – he suggested.

“Because I embarrass you?” – you said loud enough for anyone walking around to hear. – “My sister can change her entire wardrobe and gain confidence but that would never take away that she is the laughingstock of the ton.” – you outed in anger. – “My sister doesn’t deserve a cruel man like yourself in her life.” – you picked up the hem of your dress. – “Good night Sir!” -  you saluted coldly at him before taking off in the night. Colin watched you leave with a certain guilt eating at him.

Two days later you were with your sisters and mama at a garden event. Your sisters sitting down in a chair underneath a tent, waving themselves some cool. Your mother was chatting with some of the other mother’s. You had no idea where Penelope was. You on the other hand were playing battledores and shuttlecock’s with some of the other season’s participants.

You stood on one side with a girl you were quite familiar with. On the other side were two gentleman. The shuttlecock went high up in the air as the boys knocked it to each other. You were waiting for the shuttlecock to come your way to hit it to her and then back to the boys without it touching the ground.

Somehow your attention got drawn away from the heavens. Seeing Colin Bridgerton clearly look for someone not far from you. – “Miss Y/n!” – one of the men called out as the shuttlecock went your way. Your attention was back as you calculated the moment your battledore hit the shuttlecock. The shuttlecock went up in the air as you thought back of annoying Colin.

The shuttlecock came down once more as you needed to pass it to your companion. Yet you let the shuttlecock come lower, batting it away with your battledore towards Colin. You watched as it hit him in the head. The shuttlecock fell in his hand as he looked down at it confusingly. Rubbing his sore head with the other one. The girl at your side pointed firmly at Colin to go and fetch it. You sighed loud going over to him. The moment Colin noticed you approach, he dropped to a bow. – “My shuttlecock.” – you said offering your hand for him to lay it in.

 “You hit me.” – Colin responded. – “Must have slipped.” – you responded sarcastic. Colin was all but amused. – “Now my shuttlecock.” – you insisted upon. Colin was about to give it to you till he changed his mind last moment. He had taken a deep breath, moving the shuttlecock behind his back. – “I’ll give it back if you allow me to apologise first.” – he started throwing a charming smile at you. – “You should apologise to my sister.” – you made clear not wanting an apology from him.

Colin tensed his jaw, as he had hoped for another outcome. – “I…Y/n.” – he sighed out. – “I don’t require your useless apology. My sister needs to be apologized to.” – you told him clearly. Colin sighed loud getting worked up by your attitude towards him. – “Fine! If you don’t accept my apology, you might not even deserve it.” – he snapped back. – “I don’t even want it!” – you fired back. – “Fine!” – he finished. – “Fine!” – you repeated loud.

“Good luck getting this back than!” – he showed you the shuttlecock again. You slapped your hand at it as Colin had pulled it away in time. – “Give it back!” – you called out to him, getting some attention from bystanders. – “You don’t deserve this.” – he mocked, taunting you by showing you the shuttlecock just out of reach. You groaned annoyed as he moved it behind his back. You knocked into him full force to reach for it behind his back. A bit too forceful perhaps?

Colin stumbled backwards as you fell with him. With a loud oof fell you on him. Now having the full attention of those around you. You were very much aware of the staring eyes. You pushed yourself hard off him. He felt the air get sucked out of his lungs. – “Eat it!” – you cursed at him storming off. Colin sat up, swallowing nervously at the sudden attention. Getting up, he saw Penelope look his way. He shamefully turned his head away, getting up and taking his leave.

**

Lights were flickering in the warmth of the room. Music filled the room. Dancers were taking in the centre of the room. You stood by the side with your two other sisters and mama. Your gaze went across the room. When your eyes fell upon Colin, you glared at him. He glared back at you, turning his head proudly away. You stubbornly looked away as well. Looking down, you fidgeted on your dress. Somehow it pained you to see him act so coldly towards you.

You didn’t intend on doing so but the more time you spend with Colin, arguing and bickering, the more you felt drawn to him. You shouldn’t be falling for him, but yet you were. Some novels say that you grow more attracted to those things you hate the most with frequency. This might be the case for Mr. Bridgerton and you. Mama nudged you hard making you lift your chin back up. She gestured to you, to smile so you could attract more eligible men.

Not being in the mood for her interfering, you took off. Blending through the crowd to escape her. Pushing yourself through the crowd. Coming to a brief stop, you came face to face with your sister Penelope. Your eyes widened briefly before you rushed off to the hallway to avoid her. Penelope blended with the crowd, lowering her head when she saw Colin near. He was clearly in pursuit of someone.

Almost panting he disappeared through the same door you had left moments ago. It made Penelope think doubtfully. You exhaled loud setting your hands on the desk from the room you had run off to. Clutching your heart, you felt it beat faster. Faster then it normally did. Was this Colin’s doing? Shaking your head you didn’t want to think about him. It was wrong to think of his that way. Your sister was madly in love with him. You couldn’t… not for the sake of her. – “Y/n.” – you jumped back startled at the hearing of your voice.

Colin had entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. You rounded the desk, creating more distance between you and him. – “Shouldn’t you dance with my sister.” – you sarcastically suggested to him. He exhaled soft, practically done with your flight modus. Done with how you kept pushing yourself away and shoving your sister to the front. – “Y/n.” – Colin started as you didn’t want to hear it. – “You keep doing it Colin. You keep minimizing my sister.” – you told him.

“Ignoring every hint she throws at you, and you too blind to see it. I hate how you ridicule my sister’s feelings towards you. She is not some object.” – you ranted out as Colin came nearer, going round the desk to reach you. – “You tell her you miss her, but you won’t court her. Why?” – you asked desperate. – “I can’t court her.” – he answered standing face to face with you.

“Why?” – you repeated wanting to have a clear answer. Colin felt himself be swept up by the heated moment. – “I just can’t.” – he responded loudly feeling his hands tremble to get a hold on you. – “Answer me. Clearly!” – you called out getting up in his face. – “Because I want you!” – Colin shouted back, practically panting from the tension released inside of him. Your eyes widened.

Colin grabbed for your face. The hell with being a gentleman. The hell with your reputation and his. In this moment he just wanted you. He forced himself forwards, pressing his lips on yours. Your gaze widened more at his touch. His lips gently brushing against yours as you fell under his spell. Giving in to the sensation as it was beyond this world.

Butterflies flattering around inside till they suddenly dropped with realisation. Guilt. You pushed Colin off, breaking off the kiss. Colin blinked confused at you breaking it off. Stunned you held your hand before your mouth. As if something was stolen from your lips. A kiss perhaps? – “My sister…” – you whispered out knowing just how much she loved him. – “Y/n…” – Colin said wanting to approach you.

“No!” – you called out clear, taking a step back. – “I…I can’t do this…” – you told him running around the desk. Throwing the door open and taking your leave. Colin went around the desk as well, standing in the door opening. One last attempt to call out to you, but you were out of reach.

Exhaling deep, he lowered his head, heart broken at the loss of touch. He never courted Penelope but he found himself falling for you. Her sister. The sister that yelled at him. That wasn’t afraid to speak back even when some might find it out of turn. He liked how sincere you were, but also caring and free. A bright personality when one got to know you, truly know you.

Penelope bit the sour apple down. A single tear fell down her cheek, yet her face stood bitter. Bitter with hatred for what she had just seen. Her own sister fleeing a room with Colin Bridgerton showing himself in the door opening. It was clear to anyone that you had been in there privately with him.

Penelope made her way to the carriage. Rushing to get home. In the carriage she pulled out a piece of parchment from her reticule. The carriage hobbled yet she maintained balance. Taking out a pencil, she set it down on the parchment.

Dearest gentile reader…

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[yanderefarm]

Is dry humping aloud and if it is may I request dry humping Ares while he’s trying to do something like house chores

distracted (with ares)

cw;; nsft, dry humping, stuck in a washing machine

the crazy thing about this is actually that i almost wrote this exact prompt but with thigh fucking a few days ago. it's a little bit silly but I tried my best. won't lie i don't really know how to write dry humping.

you had the day off and usually that meant you and ares would spend the day doing something special. maybe you'd go on a date, do something really romantic, or maybe you'd just spend the day fucking like jackrabbits. but today your coworker had asked to switch shifts last minute so you were home but ares was still diligently at work. today he was doing laundry then cleaning the bedroom, living room, and kitchen. you offered to help but he was pretty particular about how he wanted things done and made it no secret he thought you would get in the way. so you were basically following him around the house like a lost puppy.

he was talking about what you two could do together when he got finished cleaning but you were barely processing a word. you felt like a bad husband because instead of trying to listen to him your eyes were focused on the way his turtleneck clung to his body. his long red hair drew your eyes down his back, red ringlets cascaded over the firm muscles and down to the center of his back. his waist narrowed just a bit before reaching his wide child bearing hips. he was wearing black pants today that perfectly accentuated his pillowy heart shaped ass. further down if you could bare to pry your eyes away from his perfect ass was his thick thighs, thighs that had spent so many nights trying to crush you in their embrace. his pants squeezed into them showing off the way they squished softly before giving way to his firm muscle. he was so beautiful. his body was the perfect amount of strong impressive muscle and the more recent addition of soft fat from living so happily. before his body only really had a little squish mostly in his chest but now he'd grown so soft with love.

you watched as your beautiful wife bent over to reach into the washing machine to pull out your clothes, his soft ass up in the air. you couldn't contain yourself anymore. your hands reached out and gave his ass a nice firm squeeze, your fingers sinking in. ares squeaked in the way he did oh so often when you would get handsy. he tried to lift his head up to look at you but you pressed your hand down against the small of his back. you moved yourself directly behind your lovely wife, your hips lining up with his soft ass.

"wh-what are you.." ares lost his word as your bulge pressed right between his clothed cheeks.

"it looked like you got stuck." you pulled roughly on his hips pressing him further against you.

ares moaned, the sound only slightly muffled by the washing machine. his hands gripped the sides of the opening tightly to prevent himself from actually being pulled out. you placed one hand against the top of the washing machine as your hips rocked forward. ares's body would rock into the machine before you would half heartedly attempt to drag him out. your hips stayed almost glued to his only occasionally thrusting against him.

the sight in front of you was unbelievably sexy, almost like your wife was in a hole in a wall. you could only see everything from his broad shoulders down. his shoulder muscles were flexing with every rocking motion as he tried to keep himself stuck. his ass bounced every time it smacked against your hips. his legs were trembling, thighs burning as he struggled to keep himself up. you let go of his hip to give his jiggling ass a smack which earned you a wet moan. ares was clearly feeling it, his hard cock rubbing against his tight pants until a wet spot formed. the feeling of his ass cupping your bulge had your cock leaking too.

your fingers started to hook into his pants when he suddenly cried out.

"no-!" he did his best to turn his head to look at you. there was hints of tears in his eyes.

"what's wrong honey?" you rubbed your hand along his back.

"wanna go out with you... if we start having sex we won't be able to go on a date." he was clearly pouting.

you finally let go of his body and moved away from him. "sorry... you're just-"

as soon as ares freed himself from the washing machine he threw himself into your arms. "you couldn't resist? it's a little cliche to get stuck in a washing machine but I'll forgive you, honey."

"you're so sexy." you leaned down and gave him a kiss. "my sexy wife got caught in a washing machine."

ares nuzzled against your chest, his finger drawing circles in your skin. "you're so cute... but you should probably just take a shower and wait for me to finish somewhere else. i don't want to be distracted."

[azulhood]

It all started because of a school project, technically two projects, while it wasn't a world ending threat they set of a change reaction that lead to startling discoveries.

Mr Lancer had given the class the task of looking through their pasts and finding an life changing event that helped shape them into the person that were today and writing about that event.

It was a ten page essay (they were allowed to go over that limit) the more details the better and if you had something from that event to show (such as photos or keepsakes or really anything) you were awarded extra credit.

Danny's choice of event was the school field trip to a nearby museum he went on when he was seven, the space exhibit they had was what sparked his love for the stars and kick-started his dreams of being an astronaut.

It wasn't like he had any other choice (he doubted mister Lancer would accept 'my death' as a good life changing event)

He knew that he had photos of the field trip somewhere with all the other photos taken throughout his life, he just had to find them.

And after digging through thousands of boxes and piles of discarded inventions he handled with care (in case they blew up) he found them tucked inside an old photo album covered in green stains that sat on top of a bookshelf.

Opening the book caused all the pictures to fall into his lap, it seems like his parents didn't get around to actually adding them to the book, Danny resigned himself to spending the rest of his day shifting through old photos.

It wasn't all bad though, he found pictures of when Sam still had blonde hair and wore pink and of that time Tucker wrote an 'I love you' on his parents cars with their keys and many other embarrassing photos.

A treasure trove of blackmail material.

He finally found the picture he was looking for.

All of the kids who are now students of Casper high stood in front of an old building each proudly holding up something they bought in the gift shop (Danny had bought a book on planets that had long ago fallen apart)

It was a normal photo.

And yet, something seemed off.

Sam and Tucker were there with him in between them, Dash was there too.

Along with Kwan, Mikey, Paulina, Valerie, and all the others.

And yet, something was missing.

Then it hit him.

Wes wasn't there.

Danny could've sworn that he had been on that trip, but the more he thought about it the less he was sure.

He couldn't actually remember Wes being there and Danny remembered nearly everything about that trip.

'Maybe he was sick or something?' It was the most logical thing he could think of to explain the other absence, that and his parents not wanting him to go for some reason.

Mystery solved he pushed it to the back of his mind , he had an essay to finish.

Still, it stuck with him.

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The next school project Lencer gave them was one with assigned partners.

Danny got Wes who, despite not being Sam or Tucker, was leagues better then Dash and he'd take that as a win.

Wes had insisted on studying at his house so he could, and Danny quotes "Keep an eye on you Fenton"

Danny could practically feel the hidden cameras burning a hole into him while he stood in front of the Weston's door, waiting for him to go ghost for whatever reason.

Jokes on him though, Danny asked all the ghosts to leave him along for this month with the promise of giving them a head start the next time they caused trouble, so really Wes was just wasting his time.

"This way." Wes said already heading inside without caring if Danny followed.

Being the first time he had ever been in Wes's home Danny looked at everything and anything.

It was a fairly normal home, not like Danny's which had an anti-ghost defense system or Sam's super rich house.

But more like Tuckers

One of the things that drew his attention was the pictures that lined the walls.

There were so many.

Some with Wes and his mom, some with just him, some with just his mom, and some with people Danny didn't recognise.

But there were no baby photos.

The only pictures Danny could find of a young Wes seemed to be from when he was eight? Nine?

And nothing before.

'Maybe they were put away in storage' Danny guessed, but it still made his brain itch.

He remembered looking at old school photos and not finding any sign of a young Wes at all, he didn't even remember Wes coming to school any time before the year Danny turned eight.

And in a small town where everyone knew everyone that really wasn't possible.

'Maybe they moved here and lost a lot of stuff' Which would explain a lot, well no harm in asking. "Did you loss a lot when you moved here?"

Wes stopped walking and turned around to give him a look that asked if he was insane. "I've lived here my whole life, Fenton."

Danny froze, that couldn't be right, he'd remember that.

Something was wrong.

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Tim Drake sat in front of the bat computer as the rest of his family patrolled.

He had one monitor displaying the other bats locations while all the other monitors were used to show him files, or rather the lack there of.

Wayne Enterprises had tournaments held for schools and the prize was an all express paid trip to Gotham and tour of WE and surrounding areas, Tim could think of way better prizes that weren't visiting the crime capital of the world but that wasn't the point.

What was the point was that every time there was a winner Tim preformed a routine background check on students and staff (and by routine he means learn their whole live story) just in case anyone happened to be trained assassins set to kill one of them, stranger things have happened.

Wes Weston was one such student whose background Tim had to check.

And he found nothing.

Sure, there were hospital and school documents from age eight and upwards, but other then that nothing.

There was no birth certificate, no evidence of him attending daycare, nothing.

It was as if Wes did not exist before he was eight years old.

And perhaps the most interesting thing.

Amy Weston was listed as Wes's biological mother, DNA even said as much, and yet Amy's medical file said that she had never been pregnant and also had no siblings that could've been Wes's parent.

And yet Wes existed, appearing one day as if he had always been there.

Was it cloning? Aliens? Magic? A changeling? Someone creating false information to hide the truth?

It was a mystery, and mysteries had always been Tim's Kryptonite.

[inmyheaddd]

wake up call - rafe cameron x reader

summary: pranking soft/tired!rafe after a party, by spewing absolute nonsense warnings: maybee slightly ooc rafe?? nothing really wc: 481 a/n: not too sure why i wrote this, i never write for obx 🤔🤔 i think its the drew starkey edits getting to me

“rafe,” you patted his shoulder, “raaaafe,” he didn’t respond to you, only groaning as he turned in his sleep.

it was nearing 3 am now, and you had just gotten back from some party. you had been so exhausted just 30 minutes ago in the car as rafe drove you home, but now sleep seemed to be the last thing on your mind. rafe on the other hand, fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. 

after scrolling on your phone for a little while and seeing a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend, you decided it would be a good idea to do the same to the brunette who was dead asleep next to you.

“it’s super important,” you tapped his shoulder, “rafe. quick, wake up.” you lightly shook his arm as he mumbled incoherently, then turned away from you. 

“rafe, it’s an emergency. the beach broke, i need you to fix it for me.” you added, your voice so full of worry that it made rafe stir around again, this time to face you, with his eyes still closed. “…what?” he muttered as he scrunched his face up in confusion.

“you have to fix it, rafe.” you bit your bottom lip, almost shaking with the laughter you were holding in.

“alright, alright. i’ll do it tomorrow, yeah?” he grumbled as he patted his arm around mindlessly, trying to find you.

“you better, it’s really important.” you thanked god that he couldn’t see the wide smile on your face, contrasting to the dead serious, worried hint your voice took on.

“also, can you buy mars for me?” you almost broke out laughing right then and there at the blabber you were coming up with. “i’ve had my eye on it for a while, y’know? i think it would match that red top i have really well.” 

“sure, whatever you want.” he mumbled languidly as he tried to pulled you closer to him, before his face scrunched up in confusion. 

“baby,” he said, “what the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he blinked his eyes open at you, his eyebrows knitted together. “are you high?”

“nooo, oh my god.” your giggles broke out as you threw your head back, “it was a prank! i’m sorry.” you didn’t sound sorry in the slightest, still laughing uncontrollably at your boyfriends confused, and likely annoyed expression.

he tutted, briefly shaking his head and turning it to the side. you weren’t too sure if you were imagining the tiniest of smiles on his lips or not. “don’t play that stupid shit on me, go back to sleep.” 

your laughter began to fade as he adjusted his position and turned you around, pulling your back flush against his front and wrapping his arms around you. 

“you’re no fun.” you muttered, nonetheless with a smile on your face.

“yeah, i know, baby.” you felt the ghost his lips on your neck, “talking about buying mars and fixing the beach. get some sleep.” 

now, you could practically feel the way his lips turned up on your skin. that was a huge win in your book. 

debating your choices, you wanted to see if you could push his buttons just once more.

“…rafe?”

a sleepy hum.

“if you could though, would you get me mars?”

silence. 

you figured he was asleep, so you took the loss and closed your eyes, but then he finally spoke:

“how much did you fucking drink?”

another a/n: this is a rafe version of the “half asleep” grayson hawthorne fic that i wrote!! (sorry guys im incapable of coming up w something new rn…)

[chrollogy]

18+ MDNI; smut, purely self indulgent atsumu drabble bc i found out our mbti aren’t that compatible :( OR atsumu’s way of comforting you, pwp, unprotected s*x, cervix f*cking, creampie. wrote this while sick sorry. divider: cafekitsune.

── atsumu’s body hovered over your own, strong arms caged your head in between as he looked down at yu with that honeyed gaze you grew to love—a mix of pure lust, and adoration filled his hooded stare, his rosy lips parted to let out faux pained moans, and whimpers in the shape of your name.

atsumu looked past his flaxen strands that slightly covered his caramel eyes, hair unruly from the passionate kissing just mere minutes ago, “made jus’ for me—fuck!” the blonde gasped as he sinfully drew his hips back before languidly pushing his cock inside your sweet, sweet cunt.

a shameless, strangled whine slips past his lips at the feeling of your velvety walls kissing his most intimate part. atsumu reached for your hands, intertwining his with your own, and using them as leverage to fuck slow, and deep thrusts into you. he needed you to feel every inch of his veiny cock—every dip, and curve that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head; atsumu was one to eagerly thrust into you on most occasions but tonight was different, he wanted to take his sweet time even if it meant pushing himself past his limits.

“see how yer pussy’s takin’ me so well, baby? like its meant ta be—ngh! don’t listen to that stupid website about not being compatible . . ‘m all yours,”

“yours to fuck, yours to love—yours to do whatever the hell y’want if it means makin’ you smile, yeah?”

you moan atsumu’s name, nails digging onto the back of his hand as the tip of his cock hits your cervix, sending a pleasurable bliss all over your sensitive body. atsumu momentarily pauses, his hips wickedly flush against yours, and cock sheathed deep inside your sopping cunt—his face fell to the crook of your neck as you sinfully squeeze around him, the feeling of climax gnawing at both your skins.

atsumu panted into your neck before desperately pushing his hips further into you, the bulbous tip of his cock prodded at your sweet spot, his balls snug against your ass,

“mhm—yeah jus’ like that, my darling. wrapped around me so good . . ya wanna know why—haah! because we’re made for each other, and no one can prove otherwise.”

lips parting into an ‘o’ shape, you let out a silent moan at how deep atsumu was—tears of pleasure prickled your eyes as he shallowly rocked his hips back, and forth, back, and forth, repeatedly kissing your sensitive core. you could feel him in your throat, and chest where your love for him resided. atsumu places a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose as though he wasn’t balls deep right this very moment, as though his abdomen wasn’t shaking from holding back his impending orgasm, as though you weren’t completely cock-drunk.

for the first time that night, a string of coherent words left your lips, “cumming—fuck! i’m cumming, tsumu!” with furrowed brows, and face contorted in ecstasy, you met atsumu’s gaze who only returned a simple nod before a his hand snaked down, down, down to your clit to rub fast, tight circles,

“cum for me, baby.” atsumu gasped against your parted lips. and you did—completely letting go beneath him, your body shivered in pleasure as you melted onto the sheets below; brain completely turned into mush, and incoherent string of babbles poured from your swollen lips. atsumu didn’t take long to cum, letting out a pained moan before sealing his lips with your own in an open-mouthed kiss while he painted your walls white—cock twitching inside you.

tears lined his eyes from the dizzying pleasure but he couldn’t care less because only you could make him feel this way. no one else.

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affiliated with @houseofsolisoccasum !

[naughtyneganjdm]

Filthy

Summary: Joel Miller is your father's best friend and you've had feelings for him for as long as you can remember. What started as playful sexting between the two of you leads to you meeting up with Joel in the bathroom of a mall to live out your deepest fantasies.

Characters: Joel Miller & the reader (Female OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57441814

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, Age Gap, No Plot, Daddy Kink, Unprotected P in V, Oral, No Use of Y/N, Dirty Talk, Choking, Public Play, Rough, dbf! Joel Miller, etc.

Notes: This is just another very dirty story that I wrote that I started a while ago and finally finished. Enjoy!

This was dirty and you knew it. It was easy finding yourself attracted to Joel Miller. It was a whole other ballgame when he was your father’s best friend. What had started off as playful flirting between the two of you had become a round of naughty sexting that led you here. You knew the age gap was wrong. You were a college student, he was much older. He was your father’s best friend, but you just didn’t care.

It was almost a joke at first. Joel mentioned in a text that he had to bring Sarah along with her friends to the mall and he had to find something to do until the girls were ready to leave. It was an innocent text with him telling you what he was doing with his day. He stressed that no fourteen-year-old girl wanted their father tagging along with them and their friends while they were hanging out at the mall. But they still needed a ride, so that meant he couldn’t leave and he had to stick around.

That’s when you suggested it. Have him meet you in the hallway where the bathrooms were. The two of you could finally release that sexual tension that had been building up between you. It took a while for Joel to respond to your text which was nerve wrecking in itself. When you received a text back that simply said ‘okay’ a rush of excitement flooded your veins. You didn’t really think he would agree to it, but here you were. Earlier today he sent you a text with a time. Of course you were there early.

It was a few minutes after the time he had given you. Your heart was hammering in your chest. There were chills running throughout your body in anticipation hoping that Joel actually meant what he said, but you were wondering if he was going to chicken out. There was always tension on Joel’s side. It took him a while to open up to things, so you would understand if he wasn’t going to follow through.

The sound of footsteps drew your attention to the end of the hallway. Standing up straight, your eyes connected with Joel’s when he stopped to stare out at you. He was wearing his work boots, his jeans and a green flannel that had the first two buttons undone. His hair was messy, like usual. Just the sight of him took your breath away. A warmth flooded your core when Joel stepped forward, a smirk tugging at his handsome features.

By the time he reached you, you wanted to say something, but before you could he was hooking his fingers with yours leading you toward the men’s restroom. Stumbling over your feet, you followed close behind when Joel pushed the door open with a powerful shove. Joel was moving quick, his head lowering to check if anyone was in the stalls before coming to the end of the bathroom stalls. You were alone and Joel wasn’t wasting any time. Locking the door behind him, Joel was quick to turn to you. Reaching out, he pulled you flush in against him and it had a nervous exhale falling from your lips.

Dipping down, the warmth of Joel’s breath lingered in over yours. His palms claimed your hips, squeezing firmly at them before sliding them back to cup your bottom in a possessive grasp. It had a tremoring breath falling from your lips. The anticipation of this alone had built you up so much that your body was shaking.

“Oh, come on. You’ve been such a filthy little thing in our texts. Don’t get nervous now,” Joel hushed, his thumb dragging out over your bottom lip in a sensual sweep. Faintly kissing at the pad of his thumb had him smiling. Your eyes closed and you boldly wrapped your lips around it to take it between your lips. Faintly sucking at the flesh had Joel humming out with his breathing growing louder. “Good girl.”

Having him praise you in his deep rumble of a southern accent immediately made you wet. Joel’s left hand raised, his fingers curling around your neck to bring you to him. Demanding a kiss from you, had you tipping up on your toes with your hand pressing in over the center of his chest to brace yourself. This wasn’t the first kiss you shared with Joel, but it was certainly the hottest. The first one was this last New Years when Joel was drunk and you planted one on him in hopes that he would want something more from you. Back then when Joel ran off, you thought that was but a fantasy you would never obtain. Now? Joel was proving you otherwise.

A flick of Joel’s tongue at your lips had you purring out, your mouth parting allowing him access when his tongue brushed against yours in an addictive sweep. The taste of him was foreign but addicting. The soft scratching of his facial hair against your face was enticing you all the more when you put forth more power into kissing him.

An amused rumble fell from Joel when you proved to him just how much you wanted this. Nipping at his bottom lip and giving it a small tug had a groan escaping his throat. When you leaned back, his dark eyes were locked on yours making you feel like the only woman in the world in that moment. Joel Miller wanted you. The man you had been attracted to for so long and that was the most amazing feeling in the world. Stroking your fingers into the thick tresses of his graying hair only had you getting more excited. There was something so sexy about the gray in Joel’s hair and when it was messy it looked that much better.

“Now be a good girl and do for daddy what you promised,” Joel’s fingers sank into your hair pulling you close enough to him so he could steal another kiss from your lips. When your tongue brushed out between the warmth of his lips, he sucked faintly at your tongue having you purring out. Your nails bit at the material of his shirt, bunching it up when Joel pulled back with a wet sound. Keeping your eyes locked on his, your fingers started to pull apart the buttons of his shirt. Once you reached about mid abdomen, you pushed at the material so you could lower your head down to pamper his chest with wet kisses. Hissing out, Joel’s fingers sank further into your hair enjoying the attention you were giving his body. Continuing to open the buttons, you followed the movements with your mouth leaving small nips over his flesh that he visibly enjoyed. With his head tipping back and his eyes closed, Joel was no question enjoying what you were doing. “That’s it.”

Licking at his lips, Joel’s dimples became more prevalent when he lowered his head to watch your fingers sweep over his belt once you got his shirt apart. Your kisses hovered over the soft flesh area under Joel’s navel appreciating all of him. Working open Joel’s belt, you were trying to force yourself from shaking when he braced his arms against the walls of the bathroom stall you were in. The jangling of his belt filled the empty bathroom with you eagerly working open the button and the zipper in Joel’s jeans.

“Thatta girl,” Joel coached you with a growl. Your lips were kissing over the revealed flesh when you tugged at Joel’s jeans getting caught a bit before you were given the surprised of his hard cock bouncing free from the material before you. Wearing nothing underneath was not something you were expecting from Joel, but you were thankful for it when you curled your fingers around the girthy length. “You think you could handle it?”

There was an arrogant bob of his head with the way he said that, it made you smile when you pressed your lips up to the length of his shaft dragging your lips over the sensitive flesh. It had Joel’s hips bouncing forward with anticipation and a hiss falling from his throat.

“I’ll attempt anything for you,” you slurred against his flesh which was followed by a moan. Hearing that alone could have had you combusting with how sexy it sounded. Joel captured your jaw between his thumb and index finger getting you to look up at him. Smiling, he swept his fingers over your face when you started taking your time caressing your fingers over the length of his solid cock.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he rumbled, his southern drawl growing deeper. Bracing himself better against the sides of the stall, Joel’s eyes were on you like a hawk. It was intimidating having him watching you like that, but you had something to prove here. So you were going to pull out your best. Once he was completely solid in your grasp, you tipped forward to lap your tongue at the ridges of the tip of his cock. It had him dropping his head back, his eyes slamming shut with the veins in his neck becoming more prominent. “Good girl.”

Stroking up over his shaft and down again, you dragged your tongue out over the slit at the tip collecting the taste of him. A wet kiss soon followed after which had his hips bouncing up toward you. Outstretching your tongue, you firmly grabbed a hold of his manhood, tapping the tip at your wet tongue. The hum of approval he let out had chills flooding down your spine. This was exactly what you wanted to hear. What you had dreamt of night after night since you first started having feelings for your father’s best friend. The taste of him that lingered on your tongue was addictive when you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, lapping at his flesh with your tongue.

At first everything was a tease of what was to come. You wanted to draw this out. Listen to his heavy breaths and look up to watch his reactions to everything you were doing. Caressing over his cock was slow. It had his abdomen sinking in deeply with his breaths with you gradually lowering your head further over his shaft. Pulling your lips from his member had his lips parting, with his brow line furrowing but you took that time to caress over the sensitive tip. Joel’s head dropped, his dark eyes fluttering to an open. A smirk tugged at his features, his right eyebrow arching up showing that he expected you to go back to it. So you did.

You took him back into your mouth, taking your time to lower your head bringing his cock toward the back of your throat before pulling back. Dragging your tongue along his flesh had his hips bouncing forward slightly with each movement. Your left hand outstretched to caress in over his naked hip, while your right continued to move in tempo with your head over his cock. Each drag of your tongue over his body was meticulous. You didn’t want to rush this. You didn’t care that you were on your knees in a bathroom stall in the middle of the mall. You could have been anywhere and been okay with it because this was the man of your dreams.

“Alright sweetheart,” Joel southern drawl had your eyes lifting when he dropped his right arm from where it was bracing him. Curling his fingers around your neck, he cradled your head helping your movements over his now throbbing manhood. Grumbling out, Joel sucked at his bottom lip. This was testing your limits with him making each movement quicker and that much further into your throat. You didn’t complain though. No, you were going to do everything he pleased. “That’s it…”

Each thrust of his cock into your throat grew wetter with tears forming at the corner of your eyes. An occasional gag fell from your throat, but each wince coming out of Joel was like a reward for this whole thing. Allowing you to pull back had your wet lips pulling from his erection with a sloppy sound. Dragging your tongue over your bottom lip, you felt your heart skip a beat when he curled his thick fingers around his throbbing length caressing your saliva over his flesh.

“Come on now,” Joel requested, grabbing a hold of your arm to pull you back up to your feet. Your eyelids were heavy, your pupils dilated with want for the man standing before you. Seeing the lust in your eyes had Joel smirking. His rough fingertips pressed in under your chin urging you to tip your head back and you panted. There was an ache at your core. You wanted him so bad that it hurt. Bringing your lips to his, Joel claimed your mouth in a lingering kiss that had you tipping up on your toes. With each caress of his lips over yours, the strength of it grew. It had you purring out, your arm hooking around his shoulders to brace yourself. Then there was a flick of his tongue against your lips. Parting them, you moaned when you felt his tongue brushing against yours. Tugging at his messy hair, you felt his fingers sliding up your back toward the strap of the sundress you had worn for the occasion. You wanted something where Joel could easily take you and have you. Whatever was the quickest and this felt like the right decision. Pulling had the material following Joel’s movement with it falling down under your breast. In that moment, Joel stopped kissing you which had you longing for more. His eyes fell to your breast and a wicked smirk tugged at his features. “Beautiful.”

Tipping down, he let the warmth of his breath linger over your jawline for a minute. Your eyes slammed shut. Your breathing uneven. You felt the coarse hairs of his beard teasing at your flesh before his wet lips started peppering kisses over the side of your face. Down over your neck and then to your collarbone. Curling your fingers over his shoulder had you feeling the tight muscles beneath and it made you lick your lips. Joel was strong and broad shouldered. Licking your lips again, you panted when Joel started kissing over the fleshy part under your breast. Each flick of his tongue drew chills down your spine with the closer that he got to your nipple. When he reached it he wet his lips before taking the taut bud into his mouth. Sucking at first had you arching toward him. His tongue dragged across it with a groan as he started suckling at your flesh. Digging your fingers further into his hair, you were surprised with how much Joel was pampering your body. He was locked in, his dark eyes lifting to stare up at you to see if you were enjoying what he was doing.

Tugging at the other part of your dress had you almost falling forward when Joel got the material of your dress around your mid abdomen to reveal your other breast to him. Not wasting any time his mouth covered your other breast, leaving small nips this time over your flesh. Standing up straighter, Joel pulled you flush against him. His rough hand settled at the small of your back while the other lowered between the two of you.

His eyes were locked on yours when he reached between your thighs. Parting your lips, you felt your breath getting caught in your throat when he palmed over your mound through the panties that you were wearing. You were wet already and by the expression over his face you could tell that he was enjoying your reaction to him touching you.

“You’re such a naughty little thing,” Joel slurred, his caress rough to the point it had you gasping and clinging to him. Nuzzling his head in against the side of your neck, Joel nipped and sucked at your flesh. It was going to leave a mark, but you enjoyed the way it felt. “Do you know how angry your daddy would be if he knew what was happening right now?”

“And here I thought you would be worried about that,” you tugged on his hair, getting Joel to pull his head back. Snickering, Joel brought his hands up pushing at the skirt on your dress. Sliding his palms down, he caressed over your ass before moving up again to tug at the waistband of your panties. Getting them down your legs, you eagerly kicked out of the material. Grunting out, Joel kept his eyes locked on yours when he reached for the material and managed to get them shoved into one of his back pockets. “Everyone thinks you’re so pure…so innocent…”

“Everyone thinks the same about you,” he rumbled, forcing you further back against the door of the stall you were in. His strength surprised you before his hands circled around to squeeze at your ass testing the flesh in his palms. “Funny how people are blind to the truth.”

“You drive me crazy,” you informed him, your breathing loud when his hand palmed up between the valley of your breasts. Firmly his fingers wrapped around your throat and it had you hissing out. Your head tipping back before you smiled at the sensation and the way he was looking at you.

“In the best of ways,” he suggested, his other hand reaching down to now palm in over your center. With his middle and index finger, he teased lines over the length of your sex. Teasing you with circling motions over your clitoris before sliding back to your entrance. Repeating the motion, Joel sucked at his bottom lip and he shrugged. “I always knew there was something naughty inside of you.”

“Yeah,” you bit down on your bottom lip, rocking your hips with his touch. “Hopefully that thing is you soon.”

“Oh,” Joel snickered, his nose nuzzling in against your jaw as his fingertips circled your entrance again. A loud gasp escaped your throat when he thrust his fingers into you. His grasp on your throat kept you up, but your hand braced in over the center of his chest to keep yourself steady. “That was a good answer.”

“I want nothing more,” you cooed out trying to keep your eyes focused on his when he started thrusting his fingers inside of your pussy. Wet sounds echoed in the bathroom. Your legs trembling with how rough he already was being, but you just as eagerly rocked your hips with the movement. Joel’s finger had found your g-spot and he was working it with focused strokes. “Fuck Joel.”

“You’re not the innocent thing that you make people believe you are,” Joel insisted lowering down to nip at your bottom lip, tugging it slightly. “No, you’re a dirty girl.”

“As long as you make me yours, I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” you purred which had him groaning against your flesh. He liked that answer. A lot.

Starting to kiss down over your body, Joel released your throat which had you exhaling loudly. With his fingers leaving your body, you wanted to complain, but he hushed you and shook his head once. Watching his movements, you were completely enchanted with him and how he did things. Once he lowered down to his knees you let out an excited breath. It had him snickering when he ran his fingers up over the back of your legs toward your thighs. When he squeezed at the flesh, it had you bracing your hands against the sides of the stall.

“Hold on tight,” he instructed before forcefully urging one of your legs up over his shoulders. It didn’t take long before his fingers were back inside of you, matching that same tempo that he had started originally. It felt so good now with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most intimate parts. Joel growled before starting to press hot, wet kisses over your inner thigh. Each kiss that got closer to your sex felt better with the anticipation growing. When the warmth of his mouth finally covered your clitoris it had you purring out, your head tipping back with you closing your eyes.

It started off with a few kisses before his tongue pressed out between his lips dragging flat out against your clit. It had your hips bouncing forward which was followed by him suckling at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Purring out, you forced your eyes to open. You wanted to watch this. No, you needed to watch this. It was a sight you didn’t want to leave you.

Joel’s eyes were closed. His head moving from side to side while he pleasured you. If anything he was sensual in the way that he ate you out. Your moans turned to cries with his eyes fluttering to an open. Slurping at your flesh had you whimpering. His fingers were hitting just the right spot inside of you to have a fire growing at the pit of your belly. Your thighs were tremoring and by the growl he made against your flesh you knew that he was aware that your orgasm was approaching. Keeping up the pace, Joel varied between using his mouth and tongue to tease your flesh sucking and licking at the areas you reacted to the most.

“Joel,” you tried to silence yourself knowing that you wanted to cry out louder than you did. Your right hand dropped, your fingers sinking into his hair when he brought you to a mind shattering orgasm. It had him grasping tightly to you to keep you upright. His nose buried against your flesh while he continued to pleasure you through it. When his mouth pulled from your body, you whined watching him closely. Groaning out, he licked at his lips and swiftly stood from the ground. His fingers pulled from your body, his left hand reaching for your throat to press you back further against the door.

“Maybe I was wrong,” Joel stammered, his lips hovering over yours and teasing you with the idea of kissing you. “You may have some experience, but by your reaction just there? You’ve never been pleasured by a real man. Maybe a boy. But a boy can’t do a man’s job.”

God, just hearing that had you moaning out, your hips arching in closer to him feeling the solid length of his cock rubbing up against your abdomen. Fuck, you wanted him more than ever now.

Forcefully, Joel moved you so you were face first against the wall side of the stall. Gasping, you felt Joel’s boot covered foot kicking at yours to get your legs to spread further apart. Hooking his fingers to your throat again, Joel pulled your head back with his lips kissing at your jawline unhurriedly.

“I’m going to make you mine, you understand that?” his words vibrated against your flesh and you purred. Nodding your head, you felt him nipping at your flesh while his other hand grabbed a hold of your hips pulling your ass back toward him. Bracing your hands against the cool wall, you whined feeling him tracing the tip of his cock through your wet folds. With a tug at your throat, it had you whimpering out. Joel nipped at your earlobe, tugging on the flesh while you were a trembling mess before him. “I asked if you understand that?”

“I do,” you licked your lips, anticipation flooding your body. When you felt the swollen head tease over your entrance you tried to bounce your hips back toward him. You wanted him inside of you so bad. “I’ll happily be yours.”

“Good girl,” he tsked in your ear before forcefully bouncing his hips upward. It had his girthy length filling you, stretching you in the most addictive way. You cried out, your eyes slamming shut with the smack of his hips against your ass. Joel’s moan was faint, but he pushed up further having you on your tip toes with the way he filled you. “That is nice and tight.”

“Please,” you reached back, your hand squeezing at his hip with him laughing. “Please fuck me.”

“So needy,” Joel scoffed, his hips starting to roll. Each thrust was hard having you bouncing forward toward the wall, whimpering out with each movement. You thanked God you managed to somehow make this happen. Nothing felt better than Joel Miller inside of you, making you his. “You’re such a filthy little thing.”

“Yes daddy,” you whined starting to bounce your hips back into his thrusts. Joel’s free hand circled around your front hovering his fingers over your clitoris. Each thrust he made forward had you grinding up against his fingers for extra friction. You were cooing out, your body wanting him to fill you time and time again. “This pussy was made for you.”

“Yes it was,” Joel agreed with a growl and you were thankful he was holding onto your neck like he was. Otherwise you wondered if you would have fallen over. Suddenly, Joel’s movements stopped and his hand that was between your thighs lifted. Holding his fingers out before your lips, he hissed and firmly kissed at your neck. “Taste yourself.”

It ached with him stagnant inside of you. You wanted him to move again. You wanted the swollen tip of his cock to rub against your g-spot like it had been doing building up a sense of euphoria that was flooding your veins.

“Do it,” he demanded and you eagerly took his fingers into your mouth. The taste of you lingered over them when he rewarded you with his thrusts again. Joel kept his fingers in your mouth, his body pressing up further against yours. “Good girl. You’re being such a good, filthy little girl for daddy.”

Noticing your cries growing louder, Joel’s thrusts seemed more determined. If you could be climbing up the wall right now, you would be. Your moans were muffled by his fingers shoved down your throat, but there was no denying your orgasm was approaching quickly. And when it did? Thank God he was there to hold you up. It seemed to fuel him with your walls flexing and relaxing over his length. With him humming out against your flesh.

“Holy shit,” you panted when he pulled back, his cock pulling from your body with a wet sound. You stayed still for a moment, before looking over your shoulder to see that he was taking a breath for himself. His shirt was still parted revealing his damp chest to your sight, his cock bobbing with the movement while his chocolate eyes stared out into yours.

“Told you it was a man’s job,” Joel winked with you shakily turning to face him. Urging him back, you had him stumbling over his pants to drop down on top of the toilet. Crawling in over him, you wasted no time leading him back into your tight hole. It had him groaning out, his hands pressing up over your back to grab a hold of you. Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you took this moment to take control into your own hands. Bouncing your hips over him again and again, stopping occasionally to let him fill you completely. Rotating your hips to enjoy the ache that came with it. Joel’s eyes were watching your movements over his cock, his lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed. “Damn.”

This felt better than you ever could have imagined. Joel was the perfect specimen of a man beneath you. His body hard and sturdy, making him the best ride of your life you’d experienced so far. Joel’s fingers grabbed a tight hold of your ass, squeezing at the flesh while you continued your movements over him. You were already over stimulated with what he had led you up to, but you longed for more. Your heart was hammering in your chest making you feel faint, but you chased that feeling. Embraced it like a long, lost friend.

“Okay,” Joel growled out, hooking his arm firmly around your hips managing to lift you when he stood from the toilet. Bracing you against the door again, he had one of your legs curling around his waist. His fingertips digging into your flesh when he started bucking against you hard. His jaw was flexing, his eyelids growing heavy. Your nails bit at the exposed flesh of his shoulders which had him hissing out, his lips claiming yours in a passionate sweep.

It was in that moment the sound of a door being pushed open was heard. Fuck. The bathroom was empty before. Joel’s movements stopped, his hand swiftly moving up to cover your lips to stop you from making noise. Nodding your head, you bit back a sound when Joel used his strength to lift you having both your legs wrap around his waist. Covering your lips with his again, Joel’s thrusts were slow. Still wanting to keep that sensation growing inside the both of you.

Water was running at the sink. You both knew that you couldn’t make a noise or draw attention. If someone reported you, you knew the trouble that you could get in. With the way he slowly moved inside of you, it only had the ache growing. You wanted him to take you rough and hard. Joel knew you were having a hard time because his kisses grew stronger. This person needed to leave. You’d never been more desperate in your life.

When the water turned off and you heard the door opening before closing again, you tore your lips from his and panted, “I need you to do your worst.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel’s hips were smacking up against yours, with your hands lifting up and grasping to the top of the door of the stall. Your breasts were bouncing with the strength of his thrusts. The tip of his cock hitting that certain spot inside of you that had you actually crying out now. Joel’s winces were loud, his fingers digging into your flesh chasing that same bliss that you had experienced twice already. “I need to come.”

“Do whatever you need, just don’t stop,” you begged, dropping down one of your hands to hook it into Joel’s messy hair. It had him burying his head against your collarbone. His loud breathing warm against your flesh. He was close. You felt him throbbing inside of you, his thrusts becoming more uneven. You did your best to rock your hips over his with his groin rubbing up against yours causing extra friction over your clitoris. With a groan, Joel’s eyes closed tightly with his forehead pressing to yours. His hips slowed down, the first spurt of his cum flooding your tight canal while you moaned out his name in his ear. Bucking up, Joel growled out, his orgasm strong as he pumped you full of his hot cum. Sliding down onto one foot, you used the strength you had to roll your hips against his. Drawing his cock in and out of you easily with the extra added slick of his cum coating your walls. You drew his lips to yours, kissing him repeatedly. Finding yourself so incredibly turned on that his seed was now filling you. Biting at his bottom lip, your eyes slammed shut when you tremored over him and heard him groaning out. You both had hit that moment. That peak you were looking for. “Jesus Joel.”

With a wince, Joel lowered you back down to your feet. His breathing loud when you grabbed firmly to his sides.

“Wait,” you begged, clinging him tightly to you. With an amused expression, Joel could see that your stare was locked on you lifting your hips watching his cock pulling from you. Whining out when it finally pulled, you heard the sound of his cum hitting the floor and you licked your lips.

“You’re filthy,” Joel snickered, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip before stumbling back. His softening cock twitched while you rest against the door of the stall to catch your breath. Your legs felt like Jell-O while he pulled his pants back up over his hips. Adjusting his cock, Joel grunted and started to zip his pants back up together. When he worked on the buckle, he smiled big and nodded his head. “That was great.”

“No shit,” you replied back having him laugh deeply, nodding his head when you started to fix your dress. Once you had it pushed back down your hips, you could tell you were still breathless. “Are you going to give me my panties back?”

“Absolutely not,” Joel shook his head, taking his time to button his shirt back up slowly leaving the top few undone. “I think I earned them.”

“What do you expect me to do?” you breathed out feeling your throat tighten up when he moved forward. Kneeling, Joel collected some of his cum that had been dripping down your thighs. Lifting slowly, he made sure to close the distance between you and held his fingers out for you. Taking his fingers into your mouth, you hummed when you cleaned his release off of them. It had him moaning out, his smile growing.

“I expect you to leave here just as you are,” he declared, tipping down to steal another hungry kiss from your lips. It had you purring out, clinging to him when he pulled away from you firmly. Just in that moment his cell phone buzzed. Reaching for it, Joel swallowed hard and shrugged. “Finished just in time. The girls are ready to leave.”

“And you’re gonna leave, just like that?” you frowned when Joel unhooked the lock and motioned you to step aside. “No next time?”

“When did I say there wouldn’t be a next time?” Joel retorted, taking small steps backward toward the door. Tossing his hands up in the air, he cleared his throat and gave a wink. “How about tonight? Around eleven. Sarah should be sleeping by then. You can sneak in, I’ll take you to my room for a proper fucking. Just this time you’ll have to be quiet.”

“I think I can handle that,” you were happy to hear that he wanted you again and that he wanted you again so soon.

“Yes. Yes you can,” Joel bit down on his bottom lip before giving you a small nod. “This was a good idea. I’m glad we did it.”