#imagine that đ
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
Thatâs why I hate being on kpop tiktok bc the amount of loser ass middle schoolers who make being an internet troll their whole personality make âthink piecesâ or âopinionâ videos over fancams and just spew actual bullshit đđ
Chan shouldnât have had to apologize but atp Iâm used to everyone jumping on a skz hate train any second they can đ
yea thatâs one of the reasons i dipped off of that side of being a kpop stan. itâs rlly just people saying mean shit abt groups they donât even stan and calling it an unpopular opinion.
like yea itâs ur opinion sure but u coulda kept it in the drafts bestie u arenât the edgy but cool moot ur just unnecessarily hateful 𤧠mfs throw a âthis member is ugly sorry not sorry!!1!1!â and think itâs the absolute pinnacle of comedy like girl grow up what are we in the fifth grade đ
#ask.txt#i aint tryna sound preachy#cuz i have my opinions on groups i donât like sure#but wow itâs so easy to just keep it to myself#and not consume their content#imagine that đ
9 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Wants and Needs
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Joel x Reader
Summary: Bills are high; your dadâs boss wants to help. How you pay him stays between you and himâfor now.
Warnings: 18+. Protected piv. Explicit power imbalance in an exchange of sex for money, so dubcon, technically. Soft dom!Joel. Sex toys. Squirting. Oral (f!receiving). Overstimulation. Daddy kink. Age gap. Praise kink.
Note: Bohananâs is a steakhouse in San Antonio, TX.
Word count: 8.4k
You wanted a car. Joel needed to cum.
It wasnât the arrangement a girl your age shouldâve made, but what could you do? Your dad drank half of your college funds away, and your mom was long gone.
The next best thing was Mr. Miller, your fatherâs boss. Heâd understood better than anyone what money could buy. What it might do. For him, it was pleasure. For you, it was a futureâor what little remained after bills and loans and exorbitantly-priced car repairs bled you dry.
You took the job at the firm on a whim. You didnât want to be a lawyer anymore, though your dad and Joel were. You didnât want to be done with law school, though 3L had already long since ended, and that dreaded so-called âminimum competencyâ test was drawing close on the horizon. In short, you couldnât afford to pay for bar prep.
With Joel, you could.
It was true that tax law paid pretty well, but a part-time job would never really be enough when your family was treading water at all times. Your dad liked to gamble and drink, and your brothers got all of their brains from him.
You got the short end of the stick, plus the receiving end of another. Lucky for you, Joelâs felt pretty good going in.
Today you were somewhere south of Austin. Your truck wouldnât start last week, so youâd agreed to come along on this business trip knowing full well what you planned on asking your boss as soon as you had a moment alone.
âCDP hearing atâŚ9:45.â You checked the itinerary twice.
âAlright.â Joel nodded.
âLunch with Javier, Ezra, and Dave at twelve.â
âMhmm.â
âPhone call with Revenue Officer Acacius at 3:30.â
âFor theâŚ?â
âMartells.â
âOkay.â
âI finished Lucien Floresâ Form 433-F for your review and left notesââ You stopped to tap your finger on a short white pile of papers between you and Joel on the desk, ââin the margins. Still need bank statements from him.â
âLovely.â
Joel eyed the stack at first, but his gaze strayed a little.
âYou should probably plan to talk strategy with my dad before Mayor Garciaâs audit tomorrow, too. Looks like a couple non-cash contributions are being disputed now.â
For a second, your eyes flitted up to him, too. It was brief.
âSure. Whenâs your daddy free?â he said.
You blinked, then scanned the schedule.
âLooks like fiveâŚor six, maybe. Heâs got a consult withââ
âI wasnât talking about your father.â
You looked back up. Joel was smirking, of course. His hand had drifted a comfortable, innocent distance past the papers and across the table, to you. The pair of you happened to be in one of the glass-paneled conference rooms nearest the hotel lobby, so he had to be discreet.
He never let his fingers stray too long on yours in public. Presently, his thumb grazed your knuckles extra slow.
Posing a question, maybe.
You didnât have the time to be tactful now, unfortunately.
âI need $2,700.â
Joel, your boss, your daddy, whatever, had to pause at that. He didnât move his hand immediately, but he did stare harder. Longer. He searched your face for the joke.
â$2,700?â he repeated.
âYes sir,â you answered out of habit, wincing only a little, âMy truck stopped running last week, and itâs justâŚa lot.â
The cost. For Joel, it wasnât even a drop in the bucket, but in your world, it was a make-or-break, fuck-your-whole-budget-for-the-next-six-months kind of bad. Suddenly, your cheeks felt warmer than they did before, and you forced yourself to look away. Peering out across the wide and gently rolling terrain of San Antonio and trying to pretend there was something thrilling to see. Youâd almost forgotten how much you hated asking this.
âI can make the deposit tonightââ Joel started.
âNo,â you interrupted. You wanted to turn but couldnât. You just shook your head and kept staring out there, âNot now, I meanâŚI need to earn it over time, I justâŚâ
You stumbled over the words. It was like your lips, your tongue, and your teeth were all suffering from the same sort of embarrassment pervading the brain, and you couldnât bring your mouth to form the sentences right.
Iâm not asking for a handout. I need to earn the money.
However âearningâ may have been grossly misconstrued in the context, it was a labor all the same. You didnât love it, but you didnât hate him, either. Joel was nice, albeit old enough to be your father, and it didnât seem that he was nearly as predatory or perverse as he couldâve been. Youâd been working for him for two months now, and the idea had been your own when the cash had gotten tight.
Back in April, youâd explained to him, calmly, that you couldnât take the bar exam unless you got some extra money quick. That you wouldnât accept his charity, but youâd pay him back in other ways. Joel had been against it at firstâyou were the daughter of his best friend, after allâbut eventually, his carnal needs won out over his sense, as every other man wouldâve done, you guessed.
At first, youâd started slow, but that hadnât lasted very long. You fucked him regularly now, though never had you asked for an amount of cash this big out of nowhere.
Joel blinked and put a hand on his hip, like he always did when he wasnât sure what to say. The silver in his soft, dark locks shone more in this light. Heâd lost the smirk.
âYouâve doneâŚplenty.â Now sounding sheepish.
You tried to protest again; Joel stopped you.
âI mean it. Hey, look at me,â he said next.
You did, hesitatingly. You turned from the window, and out of instinct, folded your arms over your chest. Joel paced closer to you and then he was watching. Pausing.
Brushing your arm with his and glancing once over your shoulder to make sure no one else was around to see.
He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your temple.
When he pulled away, your skin was practically ablaze.
âMr. Millerââ
âJoel,â he corrected, quiet, âAnd youâve done enough. Let me cover the car just this once, okay? Sweetheart?â
You didnât realize you were pivoting again. That your gut was doing somersaults and your heart was ready to climb up and out of your throat. Your neck was burning.
It wasnât even anger you sensed was simmering under the skin until you turned back to him, and your eyes flashed with ire before the words were even spoken.
âI donât need your pity, Mr. Miller. I said I want to pay.â
âItâs Joel. And I said youâve done enough, soââ
Ire morphed to something more in a blink.
You didnât mean to say it, but you did.
âFine,â you huffed, suddenly exasperated, âIf youâre so fucking opposed to me paying my way for this one simple thing, Iâll get another guy. Forget I asked.â
It was a low blow, for sure. Joel knew how badly youâd wanted this to stay between just you and himâand he would never dream of seeing you âearning your keepâ with anyone else. His expression said as much as soon as heâd heard your words; his whole face hardened at once.
But then youâd turned to leave. You didnât care what he wanted to tell you, and if you did, you certainly werenât brave enough to stick around to hear Joel say it then.
So you left. He had a full, busy day ahead of him anyway.
You woke up wet.
In an effort to avoid your boss, youâd run errands all day. Buried your nose in a sea of Civil Procedure notes as soon as you got a second alone, almost vomited seeing the Erie Doctrine, and went back to your hotel room to try and study there. Once you had, you napped instead.
Now your clothes stuck to your skin; the sheets around you were soaked. You peered over the big white duvet holding your body interred and saw smoke overhead.
Or steam.
Yes, definitely steam. It was drifting from the bathroom, where the door was thrown open. You shifted up to sit.
âTess!â you yelled, âShut the goddamn door, Iâm boiling.â
As a law clerk, you werenât afforded the luxury of a suite to yourself, so you shared it with the other new grads on work trips like these. Tess Servopoulos loved long, hot showers and never closed the fucking door. You groaned.
And, feeling depleted of all energy from your studies and the stress and the steam searing every inch of your skin, you flopped back in the bed. You kicked the covers off your legs. Youâd just lifted a hand to wipe the sweat from your forehead, when an awful, fresh realization dawned.
You glanced at the clockâ3:37.
âFucking hell,â you hissed.
You were supposed to meet your dad at two to get some paperwork signed. You needed to have that filed with the court by four. He was probably engaged somewhere else by now, whether it be a client, a conference, or a couple white lines in the bathroom of a partners-only club downtown, and you wouldnât have a hope of reaching him here. You rubbed your face and groaned again.
Youâd set an alarm for 1:30âyou knew you had.
Where the hell was your phone? Why was it so warm? What if heâd called? Aw fuck, heâs probably blown that thing up to hell and back by now. Maybe he was drunk. He had to be. Where was Tess? Where were your pants?
Youâd made it up to your feet, clumsily, and faced a full-length mirror. Your bottoms were gone. You closed your eyes and screamed inside, remembering why they were.
âGlad youâre getting some use out of this.â
The second you heard it, your lids flew open. You turned.
And, standing in the warm yellow glow of the bathroom lightâholding the culprit, your vibrator, like a prizeâwas Joel. Naked as the day he was born, save for one thin towel around his hips, and grinning. Moisture glistened on his chest and pooled about his feet, and his hair was smooth, tamed, and combed back neatly from his face.
He waved your silicone toy in the air, and immediately, you regretted giving him your room key the other day.
âI thought we agreed youâd wait for meââ
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
Your voice was thick with sleep. Joelâs own was slow, dulcet, and kind as it always was, even when teasing. When you grit your teeth, he just set the toy aside.
âIâm sorry. Bad timing. I saw yourââ
âNo.â You threw up both hands at once, suddenly out of breath and fucks to give, âYou know what? I donât care. You need to go. I have to be down at the courthouseââ
In twenty minutes. You cut yourself short and hurried off to find shoes. You could wear other pants. Ask another attorney to sign the forms if you couldnât reach your dad. Forget that his boss and yours had just caught you with the vibrator heâd bought you last month and try not to feel too humiliated knowing he knew what youâd been doing. It didnât matterâJoel didnât matter. You slid on a mismatched pair of slacks and set off toward the door.
Then you had to stop. Joel beat you there, quick as ever.
âListen. Hey.â
âWill you stop?!â
You pushed at his big and wet, stupidly broad chest. You felt the small grey hairs on his pecs tickle your palms, and for a second, you thought you heard a chuckle.
âYouâre gonna make me lateââ
âHey, hey,â Joel said again. Of course it sounded fatherly, âI already signed the POA for Morales, hon, youâre good.â
Youâre good.
âYou what?â You stared at him in disbelief. How did he even know you needed Frankieâs power of attorney signed in the first place? You figured your dad wouldâve mentioned it, but still, it wasnât really Joelâs form to sign.
âThe case is mine now,â he clarified, reading that look, âWasnât my first pick, but it is what it is. And your dadââ
Your dad was probably lagging wildly behind on his own caseload, so heâd pushed one off on his friend. Again.
âYou canât keep picking up his slack,â you gritted out, âOne of these days itâs gonna bite you both in the ass. You know he shouldnât be forcing these jobs on you.â
âI offered.â
âYou caved.â
âHeâs my best friend, what do you expect me to do?â
âNot let him use you! Heâs making you feel bad for him.â
âAnd what if I did? What if I did pity the bastard?â
You scoffed. Then winced, inwardly.
I donât need your pity, Mr. Miller.
From the look on Joelâs face, he seemed to be remembering the same. He shook his head.
âThatâs notâŚâ he trailed off. He rubbed his jaw with his hand and started to move from the door, deflating some.
His other arm extended to you, wordlessly, and already anticipated what was sure to follow. You swatted him off, then walked to the bed. You considered sitting but didnât. Instead, you crossed your arms like you always did and turned away, facing the window with a cool, flat affect.
By now, Joel knew better than to take that for what it seemed. He crossed the room to you, treading softly.
His voice turned gentle again, like an apology: âHoneyâŚâ
But your gaze was already fixed outside. You frowned.
âDarlinâ,â Joel continued, undeterred, âCome on.â
And you didnât need to see his face to hear the rest: âLook at me, please,â with eyes all comfort and warmth.
âDonât you have a phone call with an R.O. or something?â Briefly, you recalled Acacius and a stream of other items from the checklist youâd covered that morning, and you had to stop yourself then from straying too far. You blinked once, just as Joel was approaching from behind.
âI cancelled,â he said.
You sighed, âMr. MillerâŚâ
You knew he hated doing that.
âJoel,â he pressed. Adding, âSomething came up.â
You wouldnât even ask. You shouldnât care. You felt him standing there, fanning hot breaths across the nape of your neck, and you really couldnât have taken that worse. You visibly tensed, hands balling into fists at your sides, andâhell, he wouldnât quit moving now, would he?âJoel bent down. He hesitated, as if gauging your reaction in time, then descended further. He kissed your shoulder.
You cracked; it never took much from him.
For all your inane, ancillary plays at feigning indifference, one movement of Joelâs mouth and your resolve was lost. You clung to words, weakly, but all the rest fell away.
âWe donâtâŚwant your charity. Me or my dad. Alright?â
âI know.â
Joel kissed your skin again, then pulled at the strap of your blouse. It fell limply away, and his lips reattached.
Exactly when heâd walked you back to the bed, you couldnât be sure. By the third or fourth kiss, your stomach was tight, knees weak, and your eyes drawing closed; it didnât matter to you or to him what had passed before. Your bodies found the bed and blended together.
Tangling, in a way. Tearing blindly at clothes and not saying too much apart from Joelâs soft, sweet words:
âThatâs it.â
âI know.â
âGood girl.â
Good girl when he kissed you. Good girl when he stripped you bare. Good girl when his hands roamed the broad, naked expanse of your body and let your own do the same to him. Good girl when your fingers hooked the outline of the towel and tugged it away, your vision filled with a sight youâd come to like more and more each day.
âThatâs my girl,â Joel murmured. He cradled your head while you gripped his base, ââSâyours, baby. All yours.â
Yours. Mine. You werenât sure you had the sense or self-possession to even know what that meant, especially here. Joel wasnât a boyfriend. He wasnât a lover, at least not in the traditional sense. He wore dark wool suits like your father and worked from dawn until dusk every day, practicing law for longer than youâd been alive. Still, the smile above you was sweet. It coaxed you gently as you slid your hand up and down his length, like he sensed this was more like a lesson for you. Learning experience.
âRemember, spit a little first,â he instructed. Then, to demonstrate this point, he brought his fingers to his mouth and wet them quickly. He slipped his touch down to yours and met your gaze while he joined you there.
He rubbed and slicked himself up and he did it with ease. You followed his lead and watched his face contortâcrowâs feet pinching even tighter at the sides of his eyes as pleasure began to pool in his gut. He looked pretty. Youâd never thought to tell him this, but Joel really had an unparalleled face. It was an old and beautiful thing. For this reason, you couldnât bring yourself to tear your gaze away, maybe to wet your own fingers. Instead, you slipped your hand between your legs, where his hips had come to rest. You worked a slow, light touch against your folds; you were drenched, and it didnât take long for your fingers to be, too. You moved them back to Joelâs cock.
âLike this?â you ventured.
The man answered with a grunt, at first. Then a grin.
âYeah. Yeah,â Joel nodded, quiet but emphatic. Trying not to smile too big as he let your touch take over for his, âJust like that, sweet pea. Get it nice anâ wet for daddy.â
You wanted to whimper at that. Something mustâve flashed in your eyes at the intonation of the last word, and the look mustâve suffused your whole expression, because the next thing you knew, Joel was lowering his body to yours. Petting your hair, letting you rub on his shaft as fast as your soft, lithe hands could manage.
âFeel that, baby? Feel how much daddy missed you?â
You did.
Your brow pinched, and you wanted more of that. More from him: those tender, edifying words of praise being mumbled your way while your touch worked him over. Maybe you couldâve helped it, but then again, in this state, maybe you couldnâtâyou whimpered for him.
Wriggling your hips against the bed to get your warmth pressed flush with his own, and squeezing him tighter:
âIn me, daddy. Please.â
You angled his cock in your trembling grip to plead as much. You knew he liked being the one to push in the first time, so you didnât move too far with that push, but you begged him with your gaze. You felt him tense a bit.
And just when you sensed he might let you have your way, he moved off. Down. Sliding his torso away from your own, to go lower on the bed, and smirking again.
âI think she needs my tongue first, doesnât she?â
You wanted to nod. Instead, you flinched. You crawled away from his hold before it could secure itself firmly on either one of your legs, and you had to snag your bottom lip between your teeth to contain that blossoming need. It almost spilled from your mouth in a moan before Joelâs could reach your lower half. Then you scrambled to sit up
âNo,â you choked out.
This wasnât new. While you shook your head, Joel lifted a brow and stood from the bed. He reached behind him.
The night stand.
You closed your eyes.
âThis isnâtâŚsupposed to be for me.â you sighed.
In a second, Joel was back where he started, and you didnât have to steal a glance through your lids to know what he was holding. Slotting himself gently into place.
âDonât,â he started, sharp, ââsay that. I mean it.â
You knew he meant it, but you also knew better than to accept at face value what he said, moving down on you.
This wasnât part of the deal. Joelâs money was meant to serve his pleasure, not yours. Letting him take you any other way seemed to blur the lines between transaction and affection, and though youâd done this before, it still didnât feel right. You couldnât bear having his focus here.
Evidently, though, he could. Heâd snatched your vibrator from the night table and lowered his torso to your legs, lips twitching the tiniest bit. âOpen up. Let me see her.â
Joel was on his stomach, eyes glowing with intrigue.
âLet me see how much sheâs missed me, baby.â
The grey matter in your brain mightâve trickled through your earsâthe whole thing went to mush at his words. You pushed at his hands, then the top of his head, but clearly, your will was weak. You wanted this. Needed it.
âThatâs a good girl. Let daddy have it,â Joel drawled.
You wanted to cry. Or maybe hide. His index and middle fingers prodded at your folds, pulling them apart, and for a moment, you couldâve sworn youâd stopped breathing. Joel kissed the slope of your mound with a quiet kind of reverence. The salt-and-pepper stubble on his chin brushed your clit, and your back arched reflexively. Then, remembering why youâd come to this arrangement in the first place, you felt a wave of guilt supplant that pleasure.
You clawed at his head and shook your own, weakly.
âNo. W-wanna make you feel good,â you choked out.
Not me.
Not here.
Just let itâ
âFuck,â you keened through your teeth. Joelâs lips made contact with your slick, drooling cunt and, in a second, sucked your nub in between them. He flicked his tongue.
Joel groaned, then pulled away to meet your gaze.
âFeels plenty good fâme,â he assured you in a murmur. Eyes glossy, âSheâs so fuckinâ sweet, honey. So pretty.â
Then, as if to punctuate his point, he slid his tongue down the whole wet mess of your slit, and he moaned. He curled the muscle and invaded your sticky, sensitive, precious warm flesh with vigor and forceâmaybe a little desperationâand you whined at the feeling. Your toes curled tight. It was doubtlessly a sight to see: Joelâs old and weathered head against your young and supple skin, the wiry greys of his chin rubbing your cunt like no manâs his age shouldâve been. He took you gently. Forked his fingers over your folds to hold you open for him and then, over and over and over again, just licking stripes. Squelching noises only seemed to goad him on while he buried his nose and savored your taste without reserve. Your stomach clenched with that pleasure, then swelled.
âThatâs my girlâso good for me,â Joel said, as though reminding you, gently, it was okay to relish the feeling.
Once more, he suckled your clit in his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue in a quick back-and-forth motion, and the next sensation hit without a breath of warning.
Your belly twisted again, then flushed with hot pleasure.
âMyâ fuck,â you cried, shuddering with a climax you didnât know was coming. You held his head and whined.
Joelâs tongue didnât stop. Your vision blurred. Whatever reprieve you mightâve hoped to find came in the form of his lips drawing back, momentarily, only to sponge little kisses on your still-pulsing heat. Your body jolted back.
âI câ Iâm done. Iâm done,â you blurted out.
Joel nodded against you. Humming through his kisses:
âI know. Keep going.â
Keep going.
So simple.
Still, you couldnât breathe. Your sight was inundated with stars. You felt Joelâs stubble on your slit again, only this time, the pleasure was tripled. Your legs trembled, and your hands made fists in his hair. Joel kept on kissing.
And kissed again, again, and again, until your fingers in his locks pulled taut to the roots and your hips were bucking up in his face: âToo much, tâoh fuckfuckfuck.â
Then came a buzz. Skirting your legs in a blink, before diving to meet Joelâs mouth on your clit. You shrieked.
âI know, I know,â Joel joined, as though soothing a wound while he maneuvered the vibrator. Lifting his head and then kissing your thigh, âI know. Youâre alright.â
You wanted to sob; you felt ready to burst. You trusted Joelâs judgment but had never been subjected to this sort of pleasure. What if it was more than you could take?
âIâm here.â
Joelâs words were slow to crawl off his tongue, but their intent was clear. You writhed once more, and he was kissing your skin, rubbing your thighs, and taking the toy to your clit with a warm, devoted touch. He wasnât cruel.
He had a glint in his gaze when you met it, like he knew you wouldnât accept this feeling aloneâbut he wanted you to. He wanted the indulgence to be your own and an end in itself. There was care in his touch, tender praise with every caress, and you guessed this was intentional. Joel needed you to know this was more than only his.
You felt more naked than youâd ever been: soaking the sheets with your last release, fresh arousal trickling out, Joelâs spit mixing with your nectar and sweat and pressing you down in the bed. And nudging you, gently.
ââSâokay, baby. Youâre alright. That feels nice, doesnât iââ
âKiss me.â
It came out faster than you could even try and stop it. You werenât sure why you said it. The words were acerbic on your tongueâyou hated ever sounding needyâbut then your mind and your mouth and your worries were all silenced at once when Joel came clambering up for you.
His lips were wet and grinning as he kissed you. He held the vibrator hostage between your legs while his body pressed tight against yours. His movements slowed.
Then, as if heâd crawled in your head and read your mind:
âItâs okay to need me, baby. Itâs okay to want this.â
His hips made that assurance even clearer. Joel reached down and took the vibrator again, increasing the friction between your groin and his while he pressed the buzzing toy to your clit. You whined into his mouth at the feeling.
Your eyes rolled back, and the pleasure soared. This morning, you mightâve bristled at the words heâd just spoken, but here, in this bed, it felt okay. It felt safe.
Joel felt safe, for once, and you werenât sure how to keep that idea from stickingâhow to reconcile the notion of swapping sex for cash with a man for months on end, and then this. Your stomach churned. He held your face and kissed you more, and your clit throbbed and ached. Before you could ponder your thoughts a second longer, a white-hot pleasure washed over, and you came again.
âGood girl,â Joel cooed.
Throbbing even more this time.
âThatâs a sweet girl. Thatâs my baby.â
All but aching with desire. Feeling it double.
âCum for daddy, thatâs it. Keep going.â
Feeling it trickle down your legs.
âSheâs feelinâ real good, huh?â
You could barely breathe.
You whined. Felt something splinter between your thighs and then more of it, more of you and that slick, oozing pleasure and Joelâs groans, overjoyedââMaking a fucking messâa daddy, isnât she? She feel that good?ââand by âthat goodâ you guessed it was more than normal.
This was more warmth than usual. Somewhere in the midst of your own mind-numbing pleasure, youâd let out a spurt, sticky and wet. It now coated the hairs on Joelâs tummy, and while his skin shone, his eyes were brighter. He flitted a look to you, gaze flaring, and slid down. Low.
Back to where he was before. Moving the buzzing pink bullet aside and letting his mouth assume its place.
Of course, you yelped.
âJoel!â
You winced, both from saying his name and feeling so raw. Joel grinned at the sound and suckled your clit.
It was drenched. You and Joel, too, were doused all over and practically gleaming under the rays of late afternoon sun then pouring through the window. For a second, you cast a look outside like you had before, but it was only to brace your body for the bliss at hand. You stared and felt a crude, carnal shockwave seize you head to toe. It traveled fast and made you release, again, or else just continue the same flow as beforeâand this time, into Joelâs waiting mouth. He lapped at you feverishly now.
He squeezed your legs and licked you dry. He worked in merciless circles, like his life might have depended on making you stay at this peak. All the while, you were tearing at his hair. Riding his face as your body fell apart.
That was alright. This pleasure was yours for now, but there was still time yet to make it worth his while, you reasoned in a half-intoxicated state. Your legs vibrated as you started to crawlâlimpâback up in the bed and, numb with elation and a desperate need to please, you stretched your arm toward the night stand. You huffed.
You reached blindly but got it. The box. Weak fingers found the first plastic strip and tore yourself a square. Then, lifting it to Joel, you ignored the last stabs of pleasure between your legs. This was fun, but still his.
âGo on,â you told him, breathless, âFuck me.â
Joel quirked a brow. He took the condom, still panting himself. He brought the latex to his tip out of habit, then:
âYeah? Are you sure?â
âUh-huh.â
Your head was swimming. Somewhere entrenched in the furthest recesses of your brain you could feel it, that dizzying, self-centered pleasure. You pushed it back.
You suffocated it, and you spread your legs wide for him. You let him lay you down and tug the rubber over his cock, then nudge at your hips to situate himself in just the right way. How he liked it. He seemed to be content, and your heart swelled. In this airy, buoyant state, you felt more at ease to speak, sure that heâd understand.
âThis should cover some of it, right?â you panted out.
Joel slowed.
âWhat?â
You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, eager to keep going. But you steeled yourself, just barely, then.
âSex. Now,â you said, âItâll cover some of my car repairs.â
Instead of nodding like youâd expected, Joel only blinked. Then you opened your mouth to speak again, and his body stopped you cold. He planted a hand beside your head on the pillow and raised his hips; you felt his heat leave with it. You reached for his backside immediately, to try and pull him back into that pre-missionary position heâd held, when Joel brushed you off. His face was hard.
âMoney?â he quipped.
âYeah,â you started, then remembered how you talked outside of the bedroom, when he seemed more serious, âWeâll go again. All week. You can even put it in myââ
Joel balked, like youâd just slapped him across the face.
âNo,â he said, sharp.
âNo,â he repeated, more to himself this second time. Almost as though he couldnât believe what you were suggestingâand making him guilty by association.
Joel clenched your pillow like a vice and shook his head.
âYouâre not getting paid for this,â he finished, and when your gaze penetrated his, confused, he squeezed harder.
âThought you wanted it.â Joel added, almost shamefully.
âI do! I doâŚI justââ you sputtered.
âWhat? Think you need to offer up a week and a half of fucking to make it worth my time? Is that what this is?â
Well, in a way, maybe.
You werenât sure what to say. Former dizzying bliss was dwindling fast, and now you were facing him cold. Sober.
Increasingly irritated, again.
âI just need money, Mr. Millerââ
âItâs Joel, hon,â he bit back, for the fourth time that day. His eyes flared with something more, maybe annoyance, but then he was tempering it just as fast. He ran a hand through his damp grey hair and shook his head, pausing, âItâs Joel. I know you need the money, baby, but itâsââ
âItâs what we agreed,â you protested, âWhat I needââ
âWell itâs not what I want!â Joel barked.
Anger surged again, and this time, evidently, the feeling was harder to keep at bay. He was scarcely able to rein in his features, settling on a grave little scowl instead of a frown, and he sucked in shorter, shallower breaths through his nose. You felt him let your pillow go.
âForget itâthe cash.â Joel grit his teeth even tighter, âForget these payments and the goddamn allowance Iâve had you on. I canât do that anymore. Itâs not right.â
Your heart sank.
You didnât know what to say.
Luckily, Joelâs voice resumed on its own.
âWhatever you want, whatever you need, sweetheartâŚâ
He stopped. Silence followed, then stretched on for one full, terrible minute. In that interim, you could see his chest rise and fall fast. He was trying to slow it down.
âWhatever you need paid off, Iâll do it. Anything. You donât have to touch me again. It was wrong of me to allow that in the first place,â he rejoined, tone cooling.
Sounding guilty, too.
Above you, Joel didnât seem keen on holding your gaze, so he fixed his stare someplace on the headboard instead. Then he moved off your body, slowly.
In spite of the distance he attempted to give, he was still crowding your space. Looming large and bare and weary as youâd ever seen him, knees shuffling back awkwardly through a mass of cotton sheets while his eyes shifted low. Away. The rest of him filled your lungs with a heady cologne scent and your stomach with a thousand tiny bladesâyou were hurt that he wasnât sticking to his end of the bargain. You were mad that he was trying to claim the moral high ground now, after everything youâd done.
Mostly, though, you were just upset that you felt like you were losing someone close. That Joel Miller was more of a confidant, friend, and father figure than your own dad had ever been, and that got all fucked up over money. Your lips pursed, and something stung behind your eyes when you reached for him again. Your throat stung, too.
âThe reason I agreed to do this,â Joel went on, and the ache in your head worsened when he winced from your touch, âwas âcause I didnât want you getting âhelpâ from anyone else. I was selfish. And thatâs not an excuseâŚâ
He started to move off, hand dropping from yours.
ââŚbut itâs the truth. Iâm sorry.â
At length, Joel found your gaze, and the eyes said it all over again: Iâm sorry. You mightâve believed them, too.
But you were you, and you couldnât help but press:
âWhy?â
Your voice was small. Joel was trying to stand from the bed, but you grabbed at his hand again and made him meet your eyes. Confusion was painted across his own.
Kneeling in front of him, curious, you tried to clarify.
âWhyâd it have to be you?â
Judging from Joelâs expression as soon as you did, you got the sense that this question made him feel dumb. He frowned, but he held your stare and answered anyway.
âBecause I wanted you first,â he replied, âBefore all this.â
Your stomach twisted. He did?
You didnât need to ask twice to know what that meant. What heâd said, in words and with a look, was enough. Still, it was always in you to know more, to be sure, so you crept a little closer. You let your hands roam up andâ
âNo,â Joel said, as soon as your fingers reached his side.
Youâd just wanted to feel him, maybe prod him further on what heâd just said through acts that didnât require verbal articulation, but he refused. He backed up in bed.
âThis isnât aboutââ he started, low.
âSex. I know,â you answered for him. Then your touch grazed his thigh, and you were dying to have more. To be told in a way you both knew and understood. To touch, âYou want me to believe you reallyâŚliked me before?â
âMore than you know.â
There was that blunt, open pragmatism in the Joel youâd always known. Perhaps guided by natural inclinations, or else your hand on his leg, drawing higher. Moving closer.
Showing skepticism through your eyes and the hint of a playful, disbelieving smile starting to curl at your lips.
âWhen you met me?â you teased.
Youâd known of Joel for years, and had met him a couple times as a teenager at various firm holiday functions. You probably hadnât exchanged more than ten words altogether before starting law school a few years back.
âHell no,â Joel answered, fast, âWhen you started work.â
His gaze was timid again. It was fixed on his thigh where youâd started to slide your index up the warm, muscled expanse of his skin, and though you could tell he was more than hesitant, you wanted to know. Wanted to feel.
It wasnât so easy convincing a man youâd been working forâand fucking, largely without feelingâto pay bills that you wanted him here and now. But you needed to try.
That maybe, somewhere along the way, youâd come to want him, too. That cash wasnât the only thing at stake.
You crawled between his legs, then straddled his hips.
Your lips smiling still as you did: âHow much?â
Joel blinked back. Dazed.
âWhat do you mââ
âHow much did you like me? When did it start?â
Joel sighed when your heat rubbed his. He tried grabbing ahold of your hips, when you glanced down and saw heâd already discarded the last condom. You couldnât have that if you wanted to continue this talk.
You reached back and grabbed another.
âDarlinâ,â Joel said, strained, âWe shouldnâtâŚâ
âSays who?â
Youâd already worked the rubber halfway down his length when his heavy-lidded gaze locked with yours. You saw lust there, mixed with worry. Curiosity. You kept going.
âSays your dad, if he ever finds out what Iâve done to his little girl,â Joel replied, closing his eyes at the feeling.
You had the latex worked down to the base of him when you smiled. Felt him seize your hips, lids fluttering open to find you in their soft, glossy stare, and you felt better. Like clockwork, you went together and joined, at last. You felt Joel squeeze your backside and groan when you first sank down to take him whole. You shuddered, too.
But you tried to steady your voice as you spoke.
âSemantics, Miller,â you told him, only faltering a little, âThings you are âdoingâ to his little girl. Not just âdone.ââ
There, you had a point. Surely your father would have had some choice words for his business partner and best friend if he knew how far Joelâs cock was currently stuffed inside your tight, wet cunt. It might even piss him off, if he werenât too drunk to receive the news himself.
Joel blinked hard, signaling that he knew this too, and presently watched your body swallow all eight inches at once, after youâd raised yourself up to just the tip and sank back. Your ass fell to his groin with an obscene sort of squelch, and your walls involuntarily clenched. You both let out sounds of pleasure, and held on tighter.
Your hands on his chest for stability, while one of his own held your hip and the other fumbled around for your clit, gliding through the sheen of your arousal on his front. You rocked your hips and felt how much it really wasâhow youâd drenched his whole abdomen with your last release. You smiled at this and stared, pleased with the pretty, sticky display youâd laid bare all over Joelâs belly.
When Joel wasnât watching you ride, he stared there too.
âNot so âlittleâ anymore,â he mused quietly. Then he looked up to find your eyes, seeing them as glazed as his, âAnd I âlikeâ you, hon. Present tense. Not justâŚâliked.ââ
Alright.
âHow much?â
You wanted to say it with some confidence. Nonchalance. Then Joelâs cock nicked a particularly sensitive ridge inside your walls, and that thought was gone as quick as it had come. You gripped the flesh of his upper chest and rolled your hips harder. Let out your breaths in little fractured whimpers while you rode him more. Another sweet feeling twisted low in your gut.
With just a glimpse of that, Joel moved his hand from your heat up past your hips and waist, to squeeze one of your breasts. His fingers were wet. You could feel them, equal parts warmth and wanton yearning as the pads pinched your nipple and gave it a firm tug. He grunted.
Clearly, there was more to it than just the touching and feeling for himâJoelâs eyes drank in the sight of your skin as it glistened with the arousal heâd just smeared. He thumbed at the wet, stiff peak and swallowed. And, just as you were about to adjust the rhythm of your hips bouncing on him, his free hand joined the first and pulled you down. You cried feeling his cock wedge deep; your hands fell to either side of his body when he yanked your face down to his. He fucked up into you from underneath
You squealed, soft, âJoel!â
He kissed your open mouth. Made you lay flat overtop him while he fucked your dripping hole. You whimpered.
âJoelââ Again.
âI like you so much, sweetheart,â he said, in answer to your last question, lips close, âDoes she like me too?â
As if to save him the trouble of a swift reply in words, your body told him instead. You squeezed around his cock, and with another desperate cry, bit his shoulder. He hammered your poor, aching pussy with a groan of his own, and he held your body down to his. Grinning.
Kissing the side of your head while he pounded away. Stroking your hair, âIs that a âyesâ? She like her daddy?â
Drool was bound to slip out of your mouth any second. Your lips were locked in a permanent âoâ while he drilled from under you on the bed. Still, you managed to nod.
âUh-huhâoh, fuck, fuck, da-ddy. Yes, daddy.â
You squeezed your eyes shut as another blistering wave seared your insides. Joel was relentless with his thrusts now, driving himself in and out without stopping or slowing. He mustâve known you were close. He was too, judging by the sounds of his grunts and hushed tone.
âLet daddy take care of her then, baby. All of her. OK?â
His words trickled through your ear as sweet as honey. His cock was less kind, but that was okayâyou liked it.
You loved him here. Taking care of you. Her. Everything.
And, in this half-coherent state of fuckdrunk pleasure, you were tempted to give in to whatever he begged.
It would be so easy. Joel cradled your face in his hand, practically beaming with pride while he fucked you over and over, and your legs were spread, walls were stretched, eyes practically rolling back, and you felt more secure than youâd been in ages. Joel could care for you.
He rubbed his thumb over your cheek and hummed.
âDaddyâs got you,â he said, voice all warm assurance.
Nudging you closer and closer to your peakâand perhaps some other form of surrender. Release.
Submission?
Joel wouldnât be so bad for that.
He could fuck you well and leave you content. Make you forget what it meant to be strapped for cash and saddled with guilt and worry over bills every month. Joel could provide, for now. His eyes said as much; his fingers threaded through your hair and rubbed your scalp. He cupped your face, all fifty-six years in his own looking as handsome as theyâd ever been. He felt good. He felt safe.
You were hot. Your legs trembled and ached.
âIs that something youâd want?â he pressed.
And, still holding Joelâs gaze with a heavy-lidded, fucked out look of your own, you surprised yourself by nodding, slowly. Your body was spent, but the curve on your lips, then his, was sincere; Joel nodded back as he grinned.
âYeah? You mean it, sweetheart?â
He flipped you both over and got on top, never breaking apart. You wound your legs around his back and let him cup your cheeks again, and from this angle, you felt it. You wouldnât try and fight it now; you just kissed him.
Then you came for a third time, walls clenching and squeezing and gushing again, smearing Joelâs front as he fucked you right through it. His groans were a little more subdued than yours, but in their timbre, you could hear his desperation. He emptied himself inside you, in the condom, and kept holding your face all the while.
You felt a low pulse between your legs. Then another. And another. And another. Joelâs hips began to still, his hefty greying belly bumping lightly against your skin while he drained what was left in his balls, and you swore that his bones mightâve creaked from the sheer force of those final thrusts. He seemed exhausted. Somehow, though, the man looked even better in this stateâhaggard and worn as he was, the face above your own was soft. Smiling, faintly, and kissing you constantly.
You couldnât pretend you didnât enjoy it; you were far too tired and fucked out of your mind to protest right now.
Joel trailed a path with his lips from your chin to your ear. He kissed the hinge of your jaw and sank himself deeper.
âMr.ââ But you caught yourself, shortly, ââŚJoel.â
He lifted his head, not apologetic in the least.
âMaybe just one moreââ he started.
âNo,â you finished for him, sharp.
Still smiling, but with your eyes on him in a thinly veiled threat. Joel accepted that and kept his dick where it was.
What followed was gradual but natural enough. A little awkward as you broached that uncharted territory of remaining in the otherâs presence after the deed was done, but Joel didnât seem like he wanted to leave the bed, and you had nowhere else to go until dinner with your dad at eight. There was a moment you wanted to separate your body from Joelâs, if only to slip off to the bathroom by yourself, but the man just held you closer.
âYou think your old man will mind if I joined tonight?â
Here the fuck we go.
âHeâll kill you.â
You pushed hard against his hold without getting so much as an inch of give. Joel had to fight back a chuckle.
âOh, yeah? Why?â
âBecause,â you began in a huff. Wriggling with very little success in his arms, while you were pinned in missionary, âI smell like you. You smell like me. My dadâs a drunk, but he can sniff stuff like that out in a heartbeat. Too risky.â
You punctuated those words with a still more serious look, but before you could nudge at his chest again or say something more, you were forced to swallow a scream. Joelâs grip tightened even more, and he moved to stand up from the bedâwith you still in his arms and impaled on his cock. He started to walk to the bathroom.
âGreat. Showerâs got plenty of room for the two of us.â
âJoel!â
âGlad I donât have to keep reminding you of my name.â
His voice was smug. Your gaze was hard. Joel was still hard himself, amazingly, and you almost groaned when you felt the head of his cock bump somewhere soft and sensitive inside. He toted you into the big, bright room.
âIf not tonight, how âbout tomorrow? Just you and me.â
He would never stop this shit. He reached for the faucet.
âStill too dangerous. You know that,â you chided. Your resolve only wavered a little when you felt the hot water start to pelt at your back. Joel closed the glass door, âBesidesâŚI need to focus on figuring my shit out right now. Work and bills and getting myself a rental car soon.â
Joel paused. He turned, still holding you.
Then, just as swiftly as heâd stepped inside, he carried you right back out of the shower. You whined in protest.
He took you over to the bed and set you down. He left to find his wallet and keys. You mightâve been tempted to voice your displeasure in some other wayânamely, by marching back to the bathroom, locking the door, and bathing aloneâbut before you could speak a word, Joel was back. He looked down at you and held out his fist.
âWhatâsââ
âYour dad and meâll be up to our eyeballs in bullshit working the Garcia audit tomorrowâand I know you donât want him seeing us leave together anywhereâso we can meet at Bohananâs at six. How does that sound?â
You blinked.
âI donâtâŚhave a car.â
Joel opened his hand. Keys dropped out.
In a single glance, you could see they werenât his.
Joel drove a garish Super Duty F-450, not an Audi. The cogs were quick to turn in your head, but clearly not fast enough, because Joel was closing your fingers over the keys before you could breathe so much as a syllable to him. When you did, it came out more like a stutter. Palpably mad but far too rattled to get much out:
âJoel, I-I canâtââ
âIâve been meaning to buy one anywââ
âYouâre insane,â you started to push the keys back, and for some reason, your heart was thudding extra hard as you did. You went on, unblinking, âYou donâtâŚneed to.â
âI want to.â
Joelâs hands were warm when he pressed both of his palms to secure yours between them. He could probably feel the way it shook a little, but he didnât seem to care. His gaze was too busy trying to find, and hold, your own while you swallowed and stared and racked your numb brain for any words of defiance. At length, nothing came.
All you could do was meet that look. In the soft brown irises above, you could see it allâthe need to comfort, and care, and provide where he could, offer better than the hand youâd been dealt and maybe, interspersed with those feelings somewhere, a simpler need in him to give.
For once, you wanted to believe it.
Fun fact: This fic was inspired by true eventsâźď¸đŻ My life đŤđ¤Şđ¤đ Like reader, my truck is also busted as SHIT and needs $2,700 in repairs!!!! Unlike reader, I will not be sucking and fucking Joel Miller to recoup my losses (not asking for donations, just wanted to give yâall a giggle at my misfortune LOL)
#ENOUGH BULLSHITTING WE NEED MORE GLUCOSE GUARDIAN JOEL ON THE TL NEOWWWWW#đŤľđźđ#iâm begging yâall to write more for this very particular and off-putting dynamic bc i love it dearly#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#joel miller tlou#the last of us fic
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
i'm sorry but i cannot stop thinking about it for reallll imagine you're richer than god and never had to face consequences for anything and you have so much money you don't even know what to do with it so you toss a quarter million at the stupidest tourism option on earth. and you see that the paper you have to sign tells you you could die and you look at the flimsy metal tube you're going to be plummeting into the ocean in and it doesn't even phase you because bad things don't happen to people like you. imagine some hours into the journey you realise something is wrong. maybe not you but somehow the knowledge that there was a fuckup becomes known to the 5 of you trapped in there. and you know you can't get out from the inside and you know you have no food and no bathroom and not even the room to ever stand up again. when does the realisation that your wealth cannot protect you from your inevitable mortality set in. how does someone like that reconcile with both death and the fact that it's 100% their own doing? can someone like this even come to terms with that or will they be fighting to find someone to blame until the last second? when does it reach you that all 5 of you are going to die one by one and there's nothing you can do? does the fact that 5 of you have enough air until thursday but one of you could have enough air until at least next week ever cross anyone's mind.
#it's so so so good i'm sorry it's literally such an insanely cool concept im literally frothing at the mouth here#i need to know what's going on in there so bad. but i don't want them to survive so#imagine if they did survive đ most insufferable ted talks on earth#oceangate#titanic#the titanic
9K notes
¡
View notes
Text
my dear friend @marlenacantswim asked me to draw the TOS yaoi polycule and i want you to know this is what the whole show is like to me
#in many ways jim kirk as a character is like. what if laios touden was in starfleet#i would really like to see that actually i think laios would have a great time in star trek#just a very autistic very asexual dude stuck in the horniest television show known to man#walking up to random aliens like hello sir do you have a cloaca :)#imagine him finding out about the concept of pon farr#âchilchuck!! this lady said its pon farr night at the vulcan nightclub!!!â#chilchuck: đđşđŹ#anyway#mcspirk#i need to watch more tos i keep thinking about the episode where they steal spocks brain#good episode. great tv#star trek fanart#star trek tos#star trek the original series#jim kirk#sâchn tâgai spock#bones mccoy#spirk#love the fact that the only other ship name for kirk/spock is kock. this amuses me#noah.jpg#star trek
618 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Phil wins a subjective Dan vs phil. Words cannot express how shocked we all are. Plot twist of the century.
#this should be read in the most monotone voice imaginable#this is the vibe: đ#but a win for phil is a win for us all so yay#dan and phil#phan#dnp#dip and pip
451 notes
¡
View notes
Text
WHEREVER YOU WANNA GO, THATâS FINE WITH ME â MEGUMI FUSHIGUROÂ
cw mentioned/talks about death but not like⌠in a serious way đ this whole thing is very unserious and stupid itâs just a thought i couldnât get out of my head, megumi being⌠megumi, f2l but whatâs new, also inspired by some clip from a tv show iâve seen on tt but idk the name of it, if you do pls let me know
you ask megumi you make one of those marriage pacts with youâthat if neither of you are married by thirty-five, you two will get married to each otherâand he just hums for a moment before asking, âdo you think iâll be better suited for marriage at thirty-five?â
âwhat? nâi donât know? maybe? it just seems like an appropriate age to get married if youâre not already, thatâs all,â you explain.
more humming. he blinks, âi donât think iâll be all that different at thirty-five.â
âwell, thatâs concerning,â you joke, âyouâre supposed to changeâgrow a little bit as a person and all that, megumi. even you are capable of it.â
âi wonât want anything different out of a marriage at thirty-five than i would right now,â he corrects you, then turns to you, and with all seriousness demands, âso, state your stipulations. what do you want from me, letâs figure out of this is gonna work now.âÂ
you scoff, and cross your arms. âwhat do i want from you? thatâs not how a marriage works.âÂ
âthatâs how this friendship already works.âÂ
you say, megumi does; he pushes it than he should have, you say to stop, and eventually he does, and the cycle continues. heâs always stubborn, and sacrificing himself beyond necessity, and youâre always pulling his ear for it.Â
âokay. fine,â you settle, straightening your posture, âi want a house. three bedrooms, so nobara and yuuji donât have to bicker about sharing when they stay over.âÂ
megumi considers it, then counters with, âfour. gojo needs a bedroom, too. one floor, i donât like stairs.âÂ
âwhere the fuck are we going to find a one-level four-bedroom house? i donât want to live in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.âÂ
âweâll find one,â he shrugs, doesnât flinch when he promises: âor iâll have one made for us. next: vacations.âÂ
âtwice per year. somewhere tropical, and somewhere metropolitan.âÂ
âi donât like the beach.âÂ
âthen you donât have to go on the beach.âÂ
âyouâre responsible for me if i burn.âÂ
âiâm responsible for you either way, iâm your wife,â you taunt, âpets, next. i want dogs. two. maybe three. and a bunny.âÂ
âno bunnies, theyâre too much work.â
âbut i want a bunny, megumi.âÂ
âyou wonât have time for a bunny,â he rolls his eyes, âand youâre gonna get pissed when it chews up the expensive couch youâre gonna make me buy, and takes a shit in the expensive fruit bowl youâre gonna con gojo out of. no bunnies.âÂ
you pout and frown, but megumi doesnât budge: âno bunnies.âÂ
you sigh, âno bunnies, but i want the dogs.âÂ
âi didnât say no to the dogs. unless you want a golden, then iâm not raising that.âÂ
âwhy not? we already have yuuji.âÂ
âexactly, we already have yuuji.âÂ
âfine. i want a king sized bed. the really big, oversized ones you get in america.âÂ
âdone. children?âÂ
âyou want children?â
megumi shrugs, but you swear thereâs a dust of pink on his cheeks, âmaybe. maybe not. if i did, no more than two.âÂ
and suddenly you canât help but feel heat in your own face, hot with the image of two tiny megumis running around.Â
âthatâs fine with me. maybe kids, but no more than two,â you cough, âi want one of those heated driveways for the house.â
âiâll have it built. iâll clean and do laundry and take out the trash if you cook.â
âwhat about days i donât cook?â
âthen iâll do that, too,â megumi nods, âanything else?â
âyes. if i die first, you can remarry, but you visit my grave at least twice a year, and bring peonies. and that picture of me from prom where i look really good.âÂ
âno.âÂ
you stop. you blink. âwhat do you mean âno?â you wouldnât visit my grave?âkinda cruel considering i birthed your up-to-two future children and raised your dogs.âÂ
âi wonât remarry. and i donât want you to if i die first,â he corrects you, again, âand thereâs no dying first and leaving me behind, iâm going with you.â
he doesnât leave room for debate in his declarations: wonât, donât; not wouldnât, shouldnât, couldnâtâyou have to pinch yourself to stop chasing the rabbit of temptation running through your mind.Â
âi donât⌠think you get to decide that,â you chuckle.Â
âof course i do,â megumi grins, uncrosses his legs and leans over. he reaches a hand to the back of your head and pushes it forward until your foreheads meet gently; and as if the affection wasnât shocking enough, he continues, âwhere you go, i go. thatâs marriage, right?âÂ
he widens his smile a bit, before letting you go, leaning back into his seat again with crossed arms like nothing happened, and youâre left staring, blinking, breathing shallowly like prey that narrowly escaped being caught.
you donât speak, so megumi does, âi have one more thing.âÂ
and slowly, you unthaw enough to let out a questioning hum. megumi tilts his head before telling you, âi want your last name.âÂ
âwhat? youâyou would change your name?â you stutter, âbut fushiguro is so pretty! and itâs your momâs name, so few people get their motherâs names.âÂ
âyeah. this way, our up-to-two children get their motherâs names, too.âÂ
âiâokay⌠yeah, i guess they do,â you gape, then pout, âwait, what if i wanted to be mrs. fushiguro?âÂ
âtough luck,â he grins, âyou get everything else.âÂ
you get me, instead, is whatâs left unsaid.Â
âokay, fine. sounds like a deal to me.âÂ
âgreat. we canât have a spring wedding because gojo and toji will sneeze obnoxiously loudly, and we canât have a summer wedding because the anniversary will conflict with our tropical vacation, and nobara will kill us if itâs too close to her birthday,â he says, standing up from the couch to head to the kitchen, âso iâll see you at the courthouse in september.âÂ
you nod reflexively, sinking back into the couch with a satisfied smile. itâs a while before your brain processes his words, and when it finally does, you spring up in a fluster, âseptember? megumi, i said when when weâre thirty-five and if neither of us are already married! megumi? megumi fushiguro, come back here!âÂ
#i......... need to inhale him. that's all.#you can ignore all of this i just NEEDED to get this out of my head he's SO. he's his daddy's son that's what he is#which daddy? it doesn't matter đ which is why he's extra terrible#this also lives in an au where megumi is like 'are u done dating other guys yet đ dont u know that we're endgame'#and has never made a single romantic comment to u before in ur entire life OH i hate him#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk scenarios#jjk imagines#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi x reader#megumi fluff
941 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Why did no one tell me about the Homeric Hymn to Hermes, in which infant Hermes, not even a day old, is possessed of a need to steal Apolloâs cattle (because you know a guyâs got to be a god of SOMETHING), so he, an infant child, manages to do exactly that (details not disclosed)âand then goes home and climbs back in his crib.
And then Apollo storms in the next day and accuses him of stealing the cattle. One day-old Hermes. Like. We have Apollo, Olympian, god of the sun, son of Zeus, standing over this babyâs crib screaming at him and threatening to send him to Tartarus if he doesnât admit to stealing his cattle I CANâT
And it goes down a little something like:
Apollo: âWHERE IS MY CATTLE. I WILL KILL YOUâ
Hermes: âIâm a baby. Whatâs cattleâ
#Iâm just imagining Maia standing in her kitchen like đ#greek gods#greek mythology#mythology#hermes#apollo
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
the late, great, beheaded lady sycorax
#vtm#vampire the masquerade#wod#world of darkness#vtm art#clan malkavian#*24#art#mine#she was the malkavian sire of darcy my vtmb fledgling. rip queen#i've only drawn her once before years ago for vamptober. if grout wasnt the primogen i imagine she could've been a candidate#i'd say killing her was lacroix's biggest crime but his biggest crime was actually whatever the fuck was going on with his sheriff đ#anyway what do u think abt the colors on this? i tried a new painting process
172 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Selfie
#you do not see the one mistake#honkai star rail fanart#honkai star rail#caelus#march 7th#dan heng#fanart#charls art#imagine i drew the selfie#dan hengs face: đ
928 notes
¡
View notes
Text
ryan and shane give such sibling vibes sometimes and it is always so funny to me. like TELL ME this isnât so âarguing with your sibling in the car cause they wonât stop poking youâ vibes lmao. i truly love them. the besties!!!
#watcher#watcher entertainment#we are watcher#ryan bergara#shane madej#shane and ryan#ghost files#ghost files tour#besties fr#lizzie being like#âyou are literally crushing him đâ makes me giggle#canât imagine being her and having to deal with them both lmao#pray for lizzie <3
193 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Logan Paul beefing with young adults online instead of taking care of his own kid speaks volumes...
#everytime i think ive escaped the mcyt drama#MORE DRAMA FUCKING HAPPENS!!#also ksi having one sided beef with the goat dantdm đ#welcome back dreamwastaken fr đ#oh and fuck mr beast because he sucks ass#anti mr beast#anti ksi#anti logan paul#tommyinnit#dantdm#mcyt#edit: imagine getting upset over how i worded this good lord đ
103 notes
¡
View notes
Text
đ đđđđđđ'đ đđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđ 18. the do-over date to end all first dates
prev | masterlist | next
SUMMARY ⸠in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when heâs stoned off his ass.
#addy called me out for lying ab not double updating đđđ#enhypen#enhypen smau#heeseung fluff#heeseung smau#enhypen imagines#heeseung imagines#lee heeseung#enhypen social media au#heeseung x reader#enhypen reactions#heeseung reactions#enhypen scenarios#heeseung scenarios#enhypen drabbles#heeseung drabbles
822 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Coffee addict Never sleeps Tim drake âÂ
Solving cases in his sleep off 87 energy drinks Tim Drake â
The coffee addict never sleeps perpetually tired Tim Drake thing is a widely accepted headcanon however that was elementary school tim but after he stayed up for a week straight subsisting entirely on coffee to decipher the bat weekly patrol schedule and how it aligns with rogue attacks/Arkham breakouts, he crashed then when he woke up it was fucking wednesday so he missed his chance to commemorate his discovery with pictures of Robin and he decided that shit would never happen again and made himself an âefficientâ sleep schedule so he could run around doing fuck shit, add to his robin shrine, and stay on honor roll bc he was even more pissed to see the gotham gazette had pictures of Robin with an on site interview credited to Vicki Vale (listen bowl cut tim had a one sided beef with vicki vale that included tim judging who gets better pics of the bats but she isnât even aware that sheâs competing with a whole ass child đ heâs sitting at the table with a mug of orange juice and looks at the newspaper snorts and goes âfucking amateur I could do betterâ)Â
Regularly unsupervised tiny businessman in training Tim âTen hours of uninterrupted sleep?? Thatâs so inefficient not to mention fucking stupidâ Drake is so pissed he missed getting shots of Robin dropkicking a rogue from 6 six stories up (for absolutely no reason dick just thinks itâs fun) that he just takes at least 3 hour naps every eight hours đ he refuses to spend almost half a day sleeping âfor no reason when he could be doing something productiveâÂ
And he still does this as a bat but itâs just easier to tell if he didnât take his nap bc he has less than zero impulse control and heâs just fucking done with everything like the gcpd is terrified bc timâs saying shit like âThis guys a fucking moron, I couldâve done this in half the time without killing anyone fucking loser doesnât he know if you keep them alive you can prolong the torture?â and âyouâre like all hysterical and for what 𤨠âyou blew up 83% of Bristol waahâ stfu and fucking rebuild it?? Itâs only rich mfs that live there, itâs just a matter of them opening their fucking walletsâ once a new recruit made the mistake of asking if robin had adult supervision regularly and Tim responded with âwell if youâre gonna snitch to cps like a little bitch then yeahâ and that cop did snitch so tim fucking doxxed him
Yj has just accepted that sometimes they will find tim in an air vent, on the roof, in one of their closets, or something just fucking knocked out then an alarm will go off and heâll just get up like nothing happened but for the first couple of months they were probably concerned bc âIâve never seen you sleep?? wtf are you on manâ and Timâs confused bc âI slept next to you this morning wdym??â and thatâs how yj discovers tim sleeps with his eyes open
But one of the worst things about Timâs âtime efficient sleep scheduleâ nonsense is that it fucking works heâs one of the most well rested and coherent bats even after back to back Arkham breakouts however the absolute worst thing about his sleep schedule is the likelihood of going into the cave and seeing tim staring in a daze but wide eyed yet somehow never blinking at the batcomputer with 57 tabs open on top of being unresponsive and thinking he has a fucking concussion or heâs been replaced but heâs just doing case work while muttering nonsense in his fucking sleep for some reason
#Tim drake being unhinged even in his sleep and taking sleepwalking to the next level by doing reports/solving cases in his sleep#A bat hearing incoherent mumbling but no oneâs nearby: đ heâs in the walls đ¨ heâs in the goddamn walls#No one knows how or why heâs in that particular spot in the wall bc thereâs isnât a secret entrance/crawl space there#Tim also has a wall of energy drinks Bruce regularly tries to lecture him aboot#And Timâs like âyour eldest son has snorted sugar MULTIPLE timesâ#then he gestures at Jason âand that one looks like if he didnât have drug related childhood trauma heâd try to snort protein powderâ#bruce: tim we have to talk about your behavior#Tim: like three of your kids have basked in the blood of their enemies 𤨠I am NOT your biggest issue rn#Dick Grayson being the main reason thereâs an âacceptable levels of forceâ slide with 600+ slides & most are examples of what not to do#Stephanie đ¤đž Damian: being reason Bruce is adding more slides to a PowerPoint from 2 decades ago#Tim drakes idea of straight forward is how everyone else imagines jumping through hoops and fucking struggling to avoid pissing off the fae#Like wdym simple?? This plan has 97 parts and heâs like no thatâs just the first page of plan 1 if itâs sunny#Rogues: I canât catch him off guard wtf do none of these mfs sleep??#Tim ânever let em know your next moveâ Drake whoâs been sleep for the past 45 minutes: đľâđľ#Yj has cuddle piles in the air vents#Everyone with enhanced senses is losing bc âthere are children in the wallsâ#Coffee addict babs calls tim weak when he tells her he cut coffee bc it was fucking with him before continuing to chug hot coffee#Oracle: this is the worst Tuesday ever đ I need more coffee before I deal with an Arkham breakout#Nightwing: but itâs sunday??#Spoiler: Maybe itâs time we switch to decaf love also just out of curiosity when was the last time you slept??#Oracle: you want the fucking location or not?#Dick: I take it back mb#Spoiler: a thousand apologies to our gracious overlord#Oracle: thatâs what I thought#Bruce: youâre benched oracle#Oracle: take that bench and shove it up your ass batman#Steph 100% calls everyone mushy pet names and has since Bruce lectured her about professionalism when she was dating tim#Imagine getting your ass kicked by a sleepingwalking middle schooler#Or worse: imagine having to explain to your insurance company that a sleepwalking child blew up your home#tim drake is a menace
76 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Barbarian!Bakugo is a little bit⌠obsessed with lactation.
No, itâs not a new concept to himâheâs seen mothers feeding their children before, in fact, hardly ever put a thought to it.
But now that itâs you, now that itâs his child⌠itâs interesting to him. Beyond interesting, really. That someone he loves and desires so carnally can provide an almost irreplaceable service, one he is incapable of replicating despite how much he wants to provide for the both of you.
And heâd want to be present for most feedings anyway, both to bond and help ease the parenting load off your shoulders⌠but the whole time, he canât take his eyes off your chest, where the little one is latched so safely and happy, suckling away as he stares in a protective haze, in awe. Blinking when baby blinks, wincing when you wince, his hands balling into fists when you sigh and the soft fat of your bosom jiggles.
Heâs shy, though. Shy to admit his fascination despite how he asks to touch you one night, after the babe has been fed, swaddled and put to rest, and then rubs his fingers so gently against your nipple it starts to leak.
Bakugo looks at you under thick lashes, no blush because heâs seen you naked endless times, was there for the birth, but hesitant, almost⌠to do more than feel your raw areola underneath the rough pads of his fingertips. Even if, no sooner, does he put a thumb into his mouth to taste the few, silken drops of milk that escaped onto his skin.
Baby always eats first, of course, until plump and sleepy⌠but after that first touch, barbarian!Bakugo is no longer above licking up whatâs left for him until your tits are relaxed and soft, then massaging you til thereâs milk in abundance once more.
#bakugo#bakugou x reader#I wrote something similar to this before but I didnât actually write the#toddy s*cking#but I also canât really remember what I said#and also this isnât very descriptive#so đ¤ˇđźââď¸đ¤ˇđźââď¸đ¤ˇđźââď¸#anyway it just makes me laugh to think of this big honking beast of a man to be staring at u all dumbfounded/concentrated#when ur nursing his kid#I wish there were emojis to describe the face Iâm imagining đđ˛đ combined#but heâs just so⌠intriqued#even if he knew thatâs how it worked itâs like#thatâs my wifeâŚâŚâŚ my baby mamaâŚâŚ#đł#esp cuz heâs always hunting heâs upset he canât do more to help feed babba except keep u company#heâs so used to doing more#stick him with loin cloth duty LMDAOOOO KIDDING#anyway ugh have a brand new phone charger that keeps doing the unpluggy thing#might need to get that fixed#also my cat just took a fat sh*t and I can smell it#LOL Iâm so tired#hope this was ⌠tolerable!!!#caitie post#tw:lactation#fem reader#kids tw
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
I am so scared for tomorrow because arcane will just be over? Iâm excited for new projects but ARCANE WILL BE OVER TOMORROW. Thatâs crazy. I spent 3 years thinking about this series for it to be over tomorrow. đđđ
Pls let Sevika live
#she better live#đđđđ#arcane league of legends#arcane jinx#arcane lol#sevika one shot#sevika x you#sevika imagine#sevika x y/n#sevika x reader
47 notes
¡
View notes
Text
one time i was talking about a famous guy that i like/find attractive and i accidentally said âlove [guy].. when heâs dressedâ and that really is. the way i feel about dan and phil as well, iâm like the opposite of the showing ankle meme, i DONT want to see it
#the struggles of a lesbian in love with dan and phil#not to qoute phil with a different meaning behind it but imagine if that was on top of you đ#reminded myself of it bc a coworker showed me a picture of a gug shes talking to :) and i didnt want to be mean :)#the dots im connecting is confusing me as well idk#what. is this. is this what anyone wants to read i dont think so but here you go ig#dan howell#phil lester#dan and phil#phan#nebulae.speaks
47 notes
¡
View notes