#like he listens and tends to my needs

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

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yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[haeigoo]

my god, that was... EVERYTHING

Opposites Attract [ZCL/NJM] (M)

Description: Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Genre: Smut. That's it. It's literally 4.4k worth of smut.

This was a request! Thank you for requesting what turned into what is most likely the longest sex scene I have ever written LOL (and to the other anon in my inbox, my wonderfully Jaemle-fied brain is coming for you next)

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality (again?), Jaemin says princess and whore once i think? Overstimulation !!! and crying because of that...oh and also threesome? didn't know if that was clear lol

Word Count: 4,392

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin (the lack of Jaemle gifs is a literal crime so HERE is a picture I found off the internet)

Juliet's Masterlist | Requests

Your arrangement is out of the ordinary, sure, but none of you are complaining. It started off fairly simple, with just you and Jaemin having your way with each other whenever you felt like it. You’d been friends with the boys practically forever at this point���you never kept secrets from them, and they never kept them from you, either.

That is…until you and Jaemin agreed to be friends with benefits. You both were much too busy to have anything real, and there honestly wasn’t anyone else you’d trust enough to not blab about it to all the other boys.

Chenle snuck his way in, figuratively and literally. You and Jaemin were normally very, very careful with this. None of the boys even had suspicions.

In group settings, he treats you like he treats the rest of them.

In private? You’re his princess, and he worships the ground you walk on.

That day, Jaemin texted you asking you to come over. It was the middle of the afternoon, and your activities were usually saved for nighttime. Either way, you didn’t hesitate. After almost six months of this arrangement, your body automatically responded to him. He never let you down.

He must’ve been frustrated about something because the two of you didn’t make it past the couch to his bedroom. Both of you were shirtless and he was pressed between your legs when his front door opened. Jaemin immediately pressed his chest to yours to cover you the best he could.

“Six months of everyone being ignorant to this has not been long enough,” Jaemin groaned, looking up at Chenle standing in the doorway.

He blinked rapidly at the two of you, in shock more than anything else. Nobody had even come close to suspecting the two of you.

“Dude,” Jaemin said. “Do you mind turning around so I can make sure she’s decent?”

“Yeah, duh. Shit.” Chenle whipped around to stare at the door, tugging his fingers through his hair.

Jaemin quickly grabbed your shirt and whispered an apology and a promise to make it up to you later. You took a deep breath and sat up on the couch, patting your cheeks to snap yourself out of your Jaemin haze.

“I didn’t know you two were a thing.” Chenle turned back to you, arms crossed over his chest.

You and Jaemin glanced at each other before Jaemin replied, “We’re not.”

“Oh, right. I forget that people who aren’t involved have sex all the time. Which is like…the definition of involved.” Chenle quirked an eyebrow.

“We’re not dating, is what he means.” You tried to explain it without spelling it out for him.

“So, he wouldn’t be mad if I asked you for a turn?” Chenle looked at Jaemin, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’d be perfectly okay with that?”

Jaemin’s jaw tightens. “It’s…Don’t be an idiot. There’s no feelings or dating, but it’s still exclusive.”

“Jaem.” You paused and studied Chenle closely. The way your mind strayed could simply be because you were interrupted right when an indescribable amount of heat flooded your body, but at this point, it didn’t even matter.

“What?”

“Why don’t we let him watch?” You tugged Jaemin closer to you and made brief eye contact with him before you dipped down to leave open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

Jaemin let out a shaky breath. “Is that what you want?”

“Ask him.”

Chenle stood there, watching you with laser focus as your hand moved down to palm Jaemin’s bulge through his jeans. His lips parted, tongue running over the edges of his teeth.

“Well?” Jaemin sighed. “Sit down and watch or get the fuck out.”

Without wasting another second, Chenle sat in the recliner and rested his elbows on his knees while he leaned forward.

You did this for two reasons—one, you’d always been attracted to Chenle. You’d always wondered what it’d be like to screw around with him, too, but that was mostly before things started with Jaemin. Two, having someone watch the two of you meant Jaemin would be going all out. He’d want to turn you into a moaning mess, to show that he was the one who made you feel good.

Jaemin is a tender lover, the type that memorizes every inch of your body and uses it accordingly. He’d be rough with you if you asked him too, but his favorite thing is watching you fall apart over and over again as he takes his time and pays attention to details. He knows when you’re close, the specific way to rub your clit to send you over the edge when his hips rutt against yours.

That day, Chenle did watch you. He didn’t get to do much more than that, but he got to witness the way Jaemin worshiped you. The way every single touch of his was deliberate in bringing you to the utmost peak of your pleasure—you went higher and higher every time you were with Jaemin.

He didn’t just watch, though. Not when Jaemin’s head was buried between your thighs, tongue-fucking you to oblivion. Chenle had taken himself out of his shorts and jerked himself off to the sound of your pleasure. When Jaemin finally slid his thick cock into you, he buried his head in your neck and kissed, licked, nipped, everything you liked. He fucked you with such precision, all while you were spread out wide on his couch, fully naked and on display for Chenle.

Jaemin paid him no attention. Only you. Only ever you.

“You fuck her raw?” Chenle’s voice was strained as his hand matched the pace Jaemin thrusted into you.

“Feels good.” Jaemin nodded, breath hitching when you clench around him. “Such a tight little pussy.”

A moan slipped past Chenle’s lips. The sound had you digging your nails into Jaemin’s shoulders. At that moment, you made eye contact with Chenle, and his hand jerked his cock faster. He started cursing quietly, eyebrows furrowing as he neared his end. Jaemin reached between the two of you and rubbed his perfect circles on your clit, and as your orgasm hit you hard, your back arched and you couldn’t contain your scream of pleasure.

When your vision unblurred, you saw Chenle with ropes of white on his T-shirt and his head dropped against the back of the chair. He gulped, trying his best to calm down. Jaemin groaned in your ear and spilled deep inside you, rocking his hips to help you come down from one of the best orgasms you’d had in a long time.

A week or so later when Jaemin gave you permission to initiate a similar relationship with Chenle, you didn’t hesitate. Luckily for you, Jaemin wasn’t possessive, and as long as you were still equally as interested in him, he didn’t care if you fucked Chenle, too.

The first time you did, you were floored and amazed by the differences between the two. Jaemin was tender, caring, gentle. You were royalty in his eyes, something to be worshiped. Chenle, on the other hand, was rough by default. He called you names that had your toes curling that Jaemin would probably punch him in the face for saying.

From that day forward, you fucked one of the two depending on your mood. They respected it and never questioned you, and the arrangement worked so well. Although the two of them stayed separate—they’d never fucked you at the same time, nor did either of them suggest it.

A shame, really.

And now, here you are—surrounded by your five oblivious friends and your two fuck buddies. What could go wrong?

Jaemin was good at being subtle, but when Chenle wanted to fuck you, you knew. A dark look would form in his eyes and they’d sharpen. Jaemin showed his want in more subtle ways, like when his touch would linger a tad too long on your shoulder, or when he’d move past you and touch your waist.

After the rest of the boys leave, Chenle and Jaemin stay behind. This isn’t unnatural, and honestly, they’ve been closer lately than they’ve been in a long time. You settle between them on the couch, closing your eyes and leaning your head on Chenle’s shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You nod.

Chenle puts his hand on your thigh, moving it higher and higher until it sits at the edge of your denim shorts. You immediately clench your legs together. Since that first time Chenle watched you and Jaemin, nothing like that had happened again. To have him touching you like this with Jaemin right next to you spurs thoughts in you that you’re unsure if either of them would be down with.

Chenle’s fingers slide beneath your shorts, teasingly rubbing along your skin. You glance over at Jaemin, sucking in a sharp breath when you see his eyes locked where you’re being touched.

“Look at you, Princess.” He clicks his tongue, brushing your hair behind your ear. “He’s barely touching you.”

Wetness pools at your core.

Chenle drags his nails across the hem of your panties. “Always so wet and ready. Bet you’d beg for cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t she look so good stuffed with two?” Jaemin reaches beneath your shirt and tugs your bra down to free your breasts. You gasp when he rolls your nipple.

“Fuck, she’d go crazy with you fucking her pussy and me fucking that pretty mouth.” His moves further, barely brushing against your clothed core. “What do you say, pretty girl? You want us both?”

Between Chenle’s teasing and Jaemin playing with your breasts, you can’t do anything but whine. You’ve dreamed of taking them both since Chenle watched you and Jaemin.

“Of course, she does,” Jaemin coos. “Look at her squirming already. We’ve barely even touched her.”

“Please.” You gasp, lifting your hips to try and get Chenle to apply more pressure.

“Who do you want to stretch you out?” Jaemin asks, pulling your shirt over your head before quickly unclasping your bra. “Don’t be shy, baby. Tell us who you want.”

“Both,” you moan. “Don’t stop touching me, please.”

Jaemin leans down to kiss over your chest while Chenle’s lips connect with your neck. You whimper, toes already curling at the feeling of their tongues leaving wet trails on you.

Chenle pops the button on your shorts, the undeniably simple motion making heat swarm every inch of your body. He tugs them off of you. You’re left in a pair of lace panties, but both of the boys are fully clothed. You pull Jaemin away from your breasts to kiss him hard, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt while Chenle fingers dance down your body to your core.

“God, Jaem, she’s soaked.” Chenle lets out a relaxed sigh. “Perfect little cockslut.”

When a shudder runs through you, Jaemin hums against your lips. “Did you like that, Princess? You like when he touches your pretty pussy while he thinks about fucking you like a whore?”

As the words leave Jaemin’s mouth, Chenle’s thumb presses against your clit through your panties and you slam your thighs together. Holy shit, that really just came out of his mouth. Your legs shake as you squirm.

“Don’t be like that,” Jaemin says, gripping one of your thighs while the other man grabs the other. The two of them wrench them apart so Chenle can continue his work.

“You want me to make you cum?” he asks, lips brushing the tip of your ear. “Gonna make you finish so much today, and you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are.”

You nod, dropping your head back on the cushions. “Please. Please.”

He moves your soaked panties to the side, sliding two fingers in with ease. His palm presses into your clit with every thrust of his hand, and his tongue licks along your pulse. The two men are much too strong, and any attempts to close your legs is futile.

Jaemin latches on to the other side of your neck, nipping the base of it. You try your best to rock your hips, but the magic happening inside you doesn’t require your help. It never does when it comes to them.

Chenle adds a third, breath shuddering at how easy you take it, how much the wetness gushes around his fingers.

“Look at you,” Jaemin whispers. “So good at taking what we give you.”

You can’t even come up with coherent words. You end up mumbling gibberish at him as the bubble starts to form. It takes one last brush of Chenle’s palm on your sensitive bud to send you flying over the edge, your back arching as a scream leaves your lips.

The three of you sit in silence for a moment, even as Chenle gently thrusts his hand to help you come down from your high. The only sound is your rough breathing.

Jaemin reaches up to caress your face. “Why don’t you go wait in the bedroom? We’ll be in in a second.”

Although the last thing you want to do is separate yourself from them, you stand on shaky legs anyway. Chenle quickly grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it before giving it a rough smack.

You’re only alone for a couple minutes at most before they follow you in. Having them both in front of you and towering over you is intimidating this way, but you don’t shy away from them.

Chenle grabs a pillow from the bed, tossing it on the floor in front of Jaemin while the latter pulls his shirt over his head and starts undoing his pants. 

“Didn’t want you to hurt your knees while you suck my cock,” Jaemin says, gesturing to the pillow. “Take your panties off and show me why you deserve to get fucked.”

You quickly do what he says, knees sinking into the soft fabric as your mouth waters at the sight of him pulling his pants down. You’re so concentrated on Jaemin, you almost don’t notice Chenle below you. His head rests down on the pillow, his hands already moving to explore the expanse of your legs.

“What are you doing?” Your face burns at the thousands of thoughts racing through you brain.

“None of that.” Jaemin grips your chin and lifts so you have to look at him. “Don’t pay him any attention when I need you like this.”

His shirt is absent from his chest, hard planes of muscle on display for you. You crave to lick him all over. He pushes his jeans and his boxers down his legs, eyes closing when you waste no time. You wrap your hand around his rock hard cock, jerking him slowly while you prepare yourself to take him in your mouth.

You take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around. When you feel Chenle’s hands exploring the back of your thighs, you gasp. Jaemin uses the opportunity of your widened mouth to push himself further inside. He gently grips your hair, guiding you since you’re so distracted by what the other man is doing between your legs. You try to breathe through your nose, hollow your cheeks, do anything to aid in Jaemin’s pleasure, but your entire body shudders when Chenle squeezes your ass. You moan, reaching forward to grip Jaemin’s legs. That’s the only way you’ll keep yourself afloat between the both of them.

Your eyes water when Jaemin hits the back of your throat, causing it to constrict around him. He lets out a groan, his grasp tightening slightly. You feel Chenle shift below you, but you’re much too preoccupied to ask or see what he’s doing.

Hands still massaging your ass, Chenle presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. Your whine is barely heard while muffled by the cock thrusting into your mouth. Your knees wobble as Chenle flattens his tongue and licks up your slit, nails digging into your skin.

“That’s it, Princess,” Jaemin coos. “Your mouth is so perfect.”

You take initiative then, bobbing your head and taking him in as deep as you can while you grind down on Chenle’s tongue. Your moans increase in frequency as his lips wrap around your bud and his fingers circle your entrance.

Between the heavy cock on your tongue and the stimulation of your clit, your orgasm builds much faster than you anticipate. You never want this to be over. All you want is to be between them forever, feeling unimaginable pleasure at their hands.

“You’re doing so good,” Jaemin mutters.

You’re building and building and building, and then Chenle curls his fingers, and you scream around Jaemin. His hips buck involuntarily into your face, slamming his tip into the back of your throat. He pulls out of your mouth, chest heaving as he watches you crumble onto the man below you.

Chenle yanks you down until you’re sitting on his face, and he brings you down from your high gently.

“Fuck, that was close,” Jaemin groans, tugging his fingers through his hair. “Let her go now.”

One last lick to your entrance, and Chenle’s sliding out from under you, offering you help in standing up. His face glistens with your arousal, and unbelievably, it sends another wave of heat through your body. You kiss him, sighing at the taste of yourself on his lips.

Jaemin’s hands find your waist, squeezing you gently. “Get on the bed, baby. All fours.”

Your body is tingling from your recent orgasm when you pull away from Chenle to do as Jaemin says. Barely able to hold yourself up, you clench around nothing in excitement when the bed dips behind you.

They’re both out of sight, but you can always tell who’s touching you. Jaemin’s touches were soft and deliberate, and Chenle’s were rough and messy. Two completely different styles, but either way, they had you craving them both somehow.

“You ready for me?” Jaemin whispers, teasing your cunt with his cock. “You’re so fucking soaked.”

You only have to wonder about Chenle briefly, wondering where he’s at, because he climbs on the bed in front of you, the rest of his clothes shed and precum dripping from his tip. Your mouth waters all over again.

“Go easy on me, pretty girl.” Chenle bunches your hair in a ponytail. “I still want to fuck you when he’s done.”

Your eyes widen. Knowing Jaemin, there’s no way he’ll fuck you without making you cum. You’re already weak from the first two orgasms Chenle’s given to you, and the idea of four sounds so far-fetched. No way you’ll make it that many—your body would probably fall apart limb from limb.

Chenle taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you instinctively open your mouth for him. As he pushes in, Jaemin follows suit, both of them moving slowly, deliberately taking their sweet time in stretching you open to the max. Everything about this is perfect. Your wetness drips down your thighs and your toes curl and you feel so hazy and full.

You use your tongue to tease Chenle, stroking the underside of his cock and tracing along the prominent vein. Jaemin feels heavenly, his thick member plunging into you at a steady pace. Your legs and arms shake trying to keep yourself up. The last thing you should’ve done is tease Chenle, because he pushes himself so far into your mouth, he’s down your throat and your nose is against his pelvis.

“You’re too easy on her,” Chenle says to Jaemin, breath shuddering when you gag around him. “She’s just a little slut, begging to get fucked by both of us at the same time.”

Jaemin grips your hips, his working against you in fluid, steady motions. You feel them both everywhere. Even now, getting everything you wanted, you need more. The pleasure makes you delirious, your vision blurry and faded as Jaemin’s cock rubs against your walls in the most satisfying of ways. You lose track of how many sounds are muffled by Chenle. 

“Fuck,” Jaemin murmurs. “She fucking like that. She just got so tight.”

“Told you.” Chenle lets out a short, breathy laugh as he quickens his pace.

Jaemin reaches around you, reaching down to find your clit. He never fails to touch you in a way so perfect, you’re ready to crumble within seconds. Your jaw and arms ache, but it only aids your experience. 

Chenle pulls out of your mouth slowly, watching as a trail of spit stretches from your lips. Then he yanks your head back to make you look at him. The motion is so rough, tears spring into your eyes. You’re finally able to breathe properly, the whines, moans, and screams finally out in the air. He traces over your surely swollen lips with his thumb, gaze dark. Jaemin’s thrusts are met with lewd sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin.

“Be a good girl and cum for Jaem, slut.” Chenle tsks, pulling at your lip.

And you shatter, the loudest sound you’ve ever made escaping from you as Jaemin fucks you steady through your third orgasm. You can barely breathe, gasping as you quake. It doesn’t take long for Jaemin to follow suit, two more thrusts before he holds you against him, spilling deep inside you.

“As fun as the show has been,” Chenle begins, letting go of your hair. “I’m gonna need a turn before my balls fucking burst.”

Your arms can no longer keep you up, so your face falls into the mattress. Overstimulation has tears running down your cheeks, but nothing matters to you except finishing what you started.

Jaemin gives himself a second before he pulls out of you. He continues to hold your hips up until Chenle’s able to take his spot. Massaging your ass, he gives you a little bit to calm down.

“Be careful,” Jaemin mutters to Chenle.

You imagine the glare the latter gives in return.

“She’ll tell me if it’s too much.” He traces a finger up your spine. “Wouldn’t you?”

Unable to speak, you nod fervently, pushing back to encourage him. You’ve never been so overwhelmed in your life, but you craved more. A whimper falls from your lips as Chenle prods at your entrance.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, gently scratching up and down your back. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that? Wanting my cock when another man’s cum is still leaking out of you.”

You push back further, yearning for the stretch. They’re similar sizes, but Chenle’s thicker just enough for you to notice. No coherent thoughts swirl in your mind as you turn your head to look at Jaemin across the room.

His boxers are back on, and a tiny glimpse of worry spreads across his face. Your eyes roll all the way back as Chenle slides inside, every nerve-ending in your body on fire. He’s surprisingly gentle with you, barely rocking his hips to help you adjust to him and the sensitivity.

Jaemin makes his way over to you. Kneeling by the edge of the bed so he’s right in front of you. Your walls flutter incessantly around Chenle’s cock.

“You take us so well.” He brushes your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat. “We’ll take care of you, Princess. You just gotta cum one more time, then we’ll take such good care of you.”

You whine at the thought of a fourth orgasm, but you nod. Jaemin’s thumb brushes your cheek, swiping away the tears. His lips meet yours, easily prying yours open so he can slide his tongue in your mouth. A low sound emanates from Chenle as his grip on you tightens. He thrusts faster, desperate for your attention, slamming himself inside you regardless of sensitivity.

You tremble, fisting the sheets as you cry out into Jaemin’s mouth. He stays put, but Chenle picks up his pace, his throbbing cock fucking you open.

“Good girl,” Chenle groans, his voice borderline whiny. Through his steady pace, his balls slap your clit with every thrust. You jolt each time, the sensitivity wreaking havoc on your body the closer you get.

When you explode around him, it’s sudden and quick. You hold onto the back of Jaemin’s neck, whimpering and gasping for air as if you can’t breathe. Chenle stutters, the clamp of your walls making him dig his fingers into your ass.

An elongated moan leaves his mouth as he bursts inside you. He stays inside you for a moment to allow himself to calm down. When he finally pulls out, he guides your practically limp body down to the mattress. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath, but the only thing you feel anymore is the overwhelming urge to fall asleep.

“You okay, baby?” Jaemin asks, tilting his head. “You know you look so pretty like this, right? With your lips swollen, eyes red and drooping…To think we made you this way…” he trails off, humming to himself.

When Chenle comes back, he’s got his boxers on and a towel in his hand. He turns you over, moving the cloth between your legs. You whine when it rubs against your sensitive bud, and Chenle whispers an apology to you.

“You should really take a bath or you’ll be sticky all night,” Chenle says as he wipes down your legs.

You shake your head.

Jaemin chuckles, a tiny smile gracing his face as he regards you. “Look how tired she is.”

 Chenle does his best to clean you up, and then he moves over you to give you a gentle kiss. You sigh in content, relishing in one of the rare moments of Chenle’s affection.

When it comes to after any given activity, Chenle always stays with you. He curls up in bed with you and kisses your face until both of you are ready to fall asleep.

Jaemin, on the other hand, is the opposite. At the beginning, it was your mutual understanding that one of you would leave.

Today, Jaemin watches as Chenle settles next to you, intrigued even more so when you curl into his chest and let out a deep breath. He decides he isn’t going to be the odd man out, so he joins.

The three of you sleep with limbs so tangled, you barely know who they belong to anymore.

[kens-ramblings]

so ik i’ve seen a lot of hcs for what the batfam would listen to in the bat mobile and for tim a lot of people say that he listens to podcasts. which like yes i can see that but i also think if he is like podcasted out(bc i get that way so i think he does too) he listens to like cunty, trashy music in it. like they are on their way to a drug bust and tim is on aux and all the sudden you hear like ayesha erotica playing. and the goons are like “oh shit it’s spoiler!!! ,,,,, is that red robin????” so here is a list of artists/songs i think tim fucks w/ hard core when he is on patrol.(to preface he avoids pop-punk on patrol if he knows people will hear his music bc tim drake-wayne is known for enjoying it in my head so red robin is when he lets out the more suprising side of his music taste)

ayesha erotica(as stated)

kesha

mindless self indulgence

6arelyhuman

ppcocaine

slayyyter

conceited by flo milli

tia tamara by doja cat

lady gaga

kim petras

it girl- sped up ver by aliyah’s interlude

charlie xcx

[novadragoness]

A builder who totally understands where X is coming from, collecting all those shinies for Coco, because she also likes shiny things, and has been secretly leaving pretty rocks on Unsuur's porch for weeks now.

[llyfrenfys]

Today in cliquey village life - a bunch of people in the village (I live just outside of Aberystwyth) decided to take pictures of a homeless man, shame him publicly and then complain his burned-down house was unsightly and making the village look bad.

That homeless dude? Yeah he's not the one making the village look bad I don't think.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Me, when Sebastian joins my party for the first time: Okay, this time I'm not going to forget about you, Sebastian. I'm going to make an effort to use you a lot this playthrough so I can better understand you.

Also me, immediately forgetting about Sebastian while finishing Act 2 and making it halfway through Act 3 before I finally notice his Faith quest: ......................Oh. Right. My bad.

[orcelito]

I think the #1 thing to make writing good is to just. Stick to your guns. Take yourself seriously. If you treat your writing as if it's serious, even if you're doing some crazy shit, people are willing to believe it. The moment you doubt what you're doing in your writing, it's gonna shine through. So even if you're scared, pretend you're not until you get the hang of it & no longer feel so scared

It's worked for me so far 😅

[revverencie]

hey guys real quick is it obvious i'm playing favourites

[dandyshucks]

the realization that i can literally just draw and make anything i want is so powerful. if i want to make a strawberry shortcake au i can. if i want to make a ragdoll au i can. same with a nursery toybox au. theres so many possibilities for this whimsical fool <- aka me [runs around in circles]

[lizardho]

Before I knew I was bisexual I was just insanely dramatic and weird around guys I liked. I had a crush on this guy in my ward - he was older than me, he played bagpipes and had a cheerful dog and an old Volkswagen bus that he worked on all the time. He also had nice scruff and unnaturally attractive hands and a good sense of humor, so I was like FULLY smitten.

I talked about him a lot and about how he was just so dang COOL, dang it, because he was so frickin’ cool. And I really liked him. I thought he was funny and smart and interesting and cool and fascinating and a bunch of other weird feelings I barely had the attention span to think about (I think my ADHD may have prevented me from coming out for a while tbh).

One day, I’m like 14-15, his dad is called to be my Sunday School teacher. His dad is this ex-military hardass with a chip on his shoulder for absolutely no reason and unattainable standards for his children. He spent most of Sunday School talking shit about his eldest boy and how he was rebellious and didn’t listen to him and how that was going to make him a bad adult and a bad son forever. How his son was too lazy and unmotivated to be successful because he didn’t listen to his advice on how to read the scriptures. He complained about how our generation was too weak to do things right and that our generation would surely be the one that brought the world’s downfall because of our laziness and sin.

And like, first of all, that guy can already go fuck himself for that. To clarify, that’s already stupid. BUT. He was talking about the man I had uncomfortable dreams about at least once a month. I couldn’t stand it. I’d get so mad I’d go home shaking sometimes because how fucking DARE he insult his hardworking stunning son by calling him lazy? For not reading the Bible the way his dad wants? When he’s already spending his time learning bagpipes? And fixing cars? And being cool? And cute? Who the fuck even cares if he uses the footnotes in the Book of Mormon? Who gives a rotten rat’s ass if he doesn’t use the scripture study manual his dad uses? He’s so cool he doesn’t even need it? So fuck off?

And eventually I got fucking Sick Of It and decided to mutiny. And by mutiny, I mean skip class. I’d just not go. And after a bit, adults started noticing and bugging me about it. At first, this was put off by small talk and excuses, but as my absence from Sunday School became more well-known, my excuses began to be rejected.

“Oh, Lizard, why aren’t you in class?” Uhm idk because my Sunday School teacher is mean to his kid and that makes me so mad wtf do you want from me? 🫠🤔

“Where’s your class, I’ll go with you!” Oh no ty I’d rather peel my own eyes than have my taste in men critiqued tyty 🩷

“Lizard, you should go to class, I’m sure they miss you!” And I miss the innocent days where my stomach didn’t hurt when a cool boy I knew was being belittled but unfortunately for us both those days are LONG gone and all that’s left is a budding psychosexual clusterfuck that will render me almost fully incapable of functioning for the better part of a decade so Bye Bye, sister Smith 🙂‍↕️

It had gotten to the point that ward leadership was involved. I was being approached by members of the Young Men’s presidency and the Bishopric to try and make me to back to class. They were telling me God had told them to find me and instruct me on my rebelliousness. This is where I implemented my secret weapon - women. Mormons are weird as hell about a lot of things, but especially about women. And I was GREAT with women. So to combat the leadership’s attention, I started helping women.

Our ward had a lot of new moms with babies who were, as babies tend to be, fussy. But for Mormon women the church is often their only social outlet, so they try to power through as long as they can even if it means enduring the exhausting ordeal of taking care of a fussy baby at church.

For what it’s worth, I have a lot of sway with babies. I got baby street cred. Me and babies have a rapport. I have always known this. I have always loved this. And in this crucial gay time in my faggot life my baby mind powers came in clutch - Every time I saw a member of the bishopric getting close, or a young men’s leader giving me side-eye, I’d start walking slowly towards class, passing by relief society. I’d wait until a mom’s baby had gotten too fussy and needed to leave the room, and I’d swoop in like a knight. “Oh, don’t you worry sister, I’ll bounce him a bit. You go back and hang out with your friends in class. You deserve a break.”

If it was a diaper change or something they’d tell me no. But if it was just some good old-fashioned baby fusses, I mean, they’d be moved almost to tears. They just got their social time back AND a free babysitter who is renowned as the Baby Whisperer. And because I was holding a baby as a favor for someone else, I of course could not reasonably be bothered to return to class.

So just like that, I was out of everyone’s sights. This went on for about a month before the straw that broke the camel’s back, which was that without my class participation the classes were quiet and awkward. I’d often take the brunt of Sunday school lectures by answering questions impulsively and over explaining myself enough that the clock could run out without anyone needing to do or say much. My absence meant everyone else was getting hit with the full unpleasantness of this guy’s bullshit. And so slowly, one-by-one, I had a group of about 8 kids on baby-holding duty. These new moms were so overjoyed, they and their husbands were both so actively in our corner that now chastising us was untenable. Now we had bargaining power. So the Bishopric approached us, confused beyond confused and uncomfortable beyond uncomfortable, and said,

“What’s it gonna take to get you back to class?”

The POWER I possessed in that moment was addictive. By being kind to the women of the ward and ignoring the Mormon de facto Rule of Law of following rules en-masse so the rule breakers feel left out, there were now so many people breaking ranks that we had effectively enacted a church boy labor strike. And they crumbled so fast it was almost like we had swayed God himself to our cause.

“I want brother assholedad gone. He sucks at teaching.”

I didn’t even have to say it. One of my rebels said it for me. I just nodded sagely and said “Yes, his class is not edifying. It’s better to not go and hold babies.”

And just like that, with a snap of my limp-wristed, Christ-wounding, bottom-brained fingers my faggot will was enacted. God’s revelation that brother shitdad was his chosen Sunday school teacher flipped on a dime. Suddenly brother shitdad was asked to be an usher and the fun dad of another one of my crushes was called in to teach us. I still stayed to hold babies a lot, but the rest of the class returned and all was well again.

Although I didn’t recognize it then, I think that was a formative moment for me in a lot of ways. I learned that being really persistently annoying will get me what I want from authority eventually. I learned that God’s will can be swayed by going in strike. I learned that ignoring men’s made up authority forces them to level with you as a person. I learned that caring for women, especially vulnerable women, can make a whole world happier. I learned that letting women rest can help them feel more love for the things that matter in their life. I learned that social bonds make everyone stronger and happier. And I learned that loving others in a gay way can change the world.

Be gayer. Read Terry Pratchett. I love y’all 💕

[gay--dog]

me after a mental breakdown listening to red vox at an unreasonable volume to pretend all my problems are fixed for the 6th time this week (its only wednesday)

[mswyrr]

"I have a message for people who say, 'Oh there's no point in calling my Republican representative. He doesn't listen, so it doesn't matter.' For the first few years that I was in office, Republicans flooded my phones. Do you think they really thought they were going to change my mind? No. But they constantly and consistently. Republicans flood the phones far more than people who are not Republicans flood the phones. And it does have an effect, because you really start to understand the strength and the scale of what you are up against. Republicans need to get that message too, because it skews our whole environment to the right when the constant pressure come from one place. Like, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but people who watch Fox News all day and right-wing media all day call their members of Congress, and they tend to call members far more, and far more consistently and regularly than everybody else does. And that really matters because phone calls are one of the biggest ways that members measure, not just it's not just numbers, it's how they measure enthusiasm, it's how they measure how people how much they are mobilizing around a certain issue and the more they see them mobilizing the more careful they will be in terms of not making those people more upset. And they will get pressured into acting, or hedging, what have you. So hop on 5 Calls, even the score, because this needs to be regular."

--AOC statement on Instagram

[connormoving]

thank GODDD the doctor is taking time to work on himself maybe now he can stop ruining womens lives .

[chososcutie]

⟡ ݁₊˚⊹ SWEETHEART, SORRY IM LATE, I WAS LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ synopsis♡: when one fateful day leads to you being cursed, you go on a mission to find the infamous satoru gojo and his castle, but little do you know you’d find yourself in his bed later that night..

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ featuring♡: satoru gojo x reader

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ tags♡: unprotected sex, riding, oral (fem!recieving), mating press, praise, making out, p in v, cervix kissing, big dick gojo!

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ a/n♡: howl’s moving castle is my favorite studio ghibli film ever, so you already know i had to write a fanfic about it!

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ w/c♡: 4.5k

"oh, darling won't you come out of that hat shop with us, you're truly overworking yourself!"

you smile softly, eyes flickering over to where your expectant sisters stood watching you, before looking back at the vibrant purple hat you had been working on, threading through with flowers. "oh no, i couldn't. you all go ahead, though."

they giggle softly at your reply, already well-acquainted with your firm work ethics and habits of almost never leaving the shop, tossing a, "suit yourself!" over their shoulders.

and as the door closes behind them, leaving you to stare at all of the colorful creations of caps littering your desk, you sigh, leaning back to take them all in.

maybe you had been working too hard..

being the eldest daughter of your family, you had been entrusted with the shop from a young age, making and sewing up hats for a living. it had been your father's, though now had been passed down to your mother, who had appointed you as an apprentice, although you were practically the only one who crafted and fabricated everything, and though the work was quiet and calming, it did tend to get rather boring at times.

the interior of the shop was tiny and just a bit cramped, every available surface being taken by assortments of feathery, patterned hats in almost every color. brown, old, and creaking rows of shelves surrounded your working area along with coatracks dipping under the weight of all the caps resting on them.

and though it wasn't much, it was yours.

you continued working for another hour, listening to the rickety clock on your wall tick tick tick away, with an impending sense of dull weariness.

was this all you were ever meant to do?

finally, you push back in your chair with a squeak! decidedly grabbing your hat and plucking it on your head, locking and closing the shop door with a resolute slam.

you would get out and see the town to clear your head. it wasn’t good to lock yourself away in the shop for too long, so you needed to breathe some fresh air before you started working again, and find some inspiration.

and so, you venture out through the hustle and bustle of crowded markets, trains whistling and blowing gray smoke as they chuff along, and the bumping of carriages along stoney paths.

the air grows thick with the amount of people thronging around you, spilling heedlessly in countless directions, and after more than one person gets in your way and abruptly stops, you huff, veering off toward a side alleyway.

it wasn't ideal but it would just have to..

bump!

“hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone? you lost, sweetheart?”

a slightly heavier set, blonde man leaned in front of you on a wall, blocking your path. he smiled down at you condescendingly, but it lacked any actual warmth, all teeth instead.

“n-no sir, i’m not lost.” you manage to stammer out, trying to duck past him, but seemingly out of nowhere his companion sidles up next to him, bumping his hip and peering down at you, his mean brown eyes and thick mustache seeming menacing in the dim lighting.

“you sure?” his friend snickers, one gloved hand reaching for your side and spinning you around to press against his chest, a sinisterly unfamiliar cologne surrounding and practically suffocating you with its intensity. “why don’t we show you the way home?”

“leave me alone!” you gasp out, trying to break free from their suddenly too-tight grip on you.

“there you are sweetheart, sorry i’m late, i was looking everywhere for you.”

your body stiffens as a large, warm hand comes to grasp gently at your wrist, tugging you away from the two men, and spinning you around to lay eyes on the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

his eyes were azure colored and half-lidded, his voice low and resonant throughout the empty alleyway. he was dressed extravagantly with a poofy white button-up and red and black pattered overcoat flowing loosely behind him, and as his eyes meet yours, something warm twinges in your stomach, the feeling spreading all down your body hotly.

his gaze flickers away to the men still stood there, as if noticing them for the first time, and something about him sharpens, voice noticeably colder. “oh? and what are you two doing?”

"hey, we were just.." the blonde one's voice raises indignantly, trying to pull you back to them with a hasty tug.

"leaving." the blue-eyed man behind you finishes, his other hand lifting to raise his pointer finger and slice it to the side, causing the two men to immediately break into a march, boots landing heavily as they stomp away in sync.

"wha.. how did you?" you stare up at him in wonder, his own flicking down to your face with a small little smirk tugging at his lips.

"magic. now hang on!"

before you can even reply, he's grabbing you by the hand, and lifting you effortlessly up, up, up, into the sky, floating alongside him high above the town, all the people below you seemingly tiny dots scattered around the vibrant landscaping.

"oh!" you exclaim, fearfully clinging onto him as you feel weightless, the air whooshing below and around you.

"straighten your legs, it's okay.." the white-haired man whispers to you playfully, hands curling protectively around you. "now, start walking andd.. see! you're a natural!" he laughs softly at your hesitant steps into the air, growing more confident as he holds you up with ease.

the ground becomes a blur as you match each other's steps, airily floating as if it were any other day, coasting in sync as colors whirl below you in a mess of banners and flags.

"so, where ya headed?" the man's sultry, honeyed tone interrupts you as you quickly turn to glance at him, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"oh, i.. uh.. just the hat shop."

so much for your day out.

"hmm, a hat maker you are?" you follow his eyes to where they linger on your simple little sun hat adorned with red ribbon.

"something like that.."

he smiles as he glides over to the small overlooking balcony outside your workshop, helping you down easily, your wide eyes gazing up at him as he prepares to leave again.

"make sure to be more careful next time you're out, mmkay? not everyone around here is quite as gentlemanly as me." his tousled, snowy white hair billows around him as he grins down at you teasingly.

" 'kay.." you nod shyly, and he begins to back up, smile widening.

"good girl."

and blowing a kiss to you, he jumps back off the balcony, eliciting a small gasp from you as you instantly rush over to press yourself against it, straining for a better look.

but he's already gone, practically dissipated into thin air.

with a tired sigh, and a combing of your fingers through messy hair, you lock the door to your shop with a click! before slumping down to the floor.

it had been a long day, and just as you're starting to relax, you hear a small, telltale tinkling of the bell that hangs above your door, alerting you when new customers arrive.

"hello? sorry ma'am we're closed right now." you start to stand up, noticing the woman in front of you, her face slightly flushed and eyebrows scrunched, as if in anger.

her figure is awfully plump, with a round, chubbed neck and doughy arms that hang out of her dress like deflated balloons.

her makeup is done rather sharply, as if made to look intimidating with hooked eyeliner and boldly colored eyeshadow, all accompanied by rouge red lipstick and a mole on the side of her mouth.

"why, you!" she stops right in front of you, lifting her─many─chins to stare down the bridge of her flat nose at you. "it was you he was floating around with this afternoon?"

you stiffen. she couldn't possibly mean..

"that wretch!" she hisses angrily. "eleven miserable years of my life spent chasing him! and this is what he does?" she slams her hand down on the counter loudly, causing you to flinch.

"please leave now! we're closed!" you say, your voice taking on a more firm tone as you try not to tremble, straightening yourself up.

she wheels around at you then, as if having forgotten you were there, still rambling on with passion. "oh? standing up to the most powerful witch, are we?"

her overdone, puckered lips draw up into a sinister little grin as you start to back up, unsure of yourself now.

witch?

"since he likes you so much, let's see if you can win over my precious, when i haven't been able to in more than a decade!"

black oozing spirits erupt from her flabby form, rushing over to you as you stand agape, horrified.

"and if you don't manage to fully capture his fleeting heart, you will die!"

all of a sudden, a cloying murky fog drifts in the homey space of the shop, invading your every sense, and clogging your nose tightly.

"what..?" you gasp, but all at once, it surges over to you, enveloping you in its tepid humidity, your mouth gulping in thick heaves of it, pouring into your throat, mouth, eyes, and nose with tendrils extending out of you, like a possession of your very body.

and then.. all is silent as darkness settles upon you, save for the fading echoes of the evil witch's deep, resounding laugh booming throughout the night.

when you open your eyes again, peeking out through your fingers carefully, you don’t feel different, with the exception of a vague, lingering sense of fear.

you were still plain ol' regular you, the you that stayed in working all day and turned down invitations to go out, opting to sew hats instead.

but something was.. off.

what had happened last night to make you so dazed, and memories so jumbled up?

and then, as quickly as it had been evading you, it all comes rushing back─ the man who had floated you into the air as if in a dream, the witch appearing, the sound of her cackle as she cursed you..

when you think back on the specifics of the spell she had cast however, you feel yourself pale, hands falling to your sides limply.

you were supposed to make the mysteriously magical guy that you had met yesterday fall in love with you? when you didn’t even know his name, or who he was?

that was practically impossible.

taking a deep breath, you desperately begin to wrack your brain for ideas as you try not to panic or think about the cruel ways the witch would kill you if you didn’t end up being capable of it.

one way you knew however that would be worth a shot to undo the curse, would be to find a well-practiced witch or wizard, and have them lift the curse from you, saving you a lot of time having to look for the elusive man and making him love you.

but.. there was no guarantee it would work.

you sigh heavily, trying to calm yourself down. that would mean leaving your town behind to move toward the wastelands where the witches resided, and in turn, leaving your faithful little shop, the only place you’d ever known to travel in the hopes for a remedy.

and so, it was with great strength that you straightened yourself up, huffing determinedly, and placing your hat firmly upon your head before heading out, intent on finding a way to break the curse before it was too late..

to the far west of the town, where weeds ran wild and the flowers never bloomed, muddy trails streaked across the land in brown stripes, was where you found it.

a creaking thing, four-legged and made of rotting wood with rusty pipes haphazardly sticking out of it, emitting black curling smoke to twine through the air, its agape, timber mouth and chipping, corroded eyes bringing a shiver to your spine.

gojo’s castle.

you had heard of it many times from your sisters, stories varying from grossly evil reenactments of how he devoured the hearts of beautiful women in search of his own, to tales of his haunting beauty, with glowing, cerulean eyes that were the last thing you'd ever see of the world, never being able to tell a soul.

and then it occurs to you.

of course! gojo was the most powerful wizard of them all, wielding magic that left no trace, going along with his cold reputation and secretive identity.

he could easily remedy the curse placed upon you with a snap! of his deadly fingers, but with the consequence that you still might not leave alive.

you look back up at the faltering, tarnished castle beginning to build up speed as it strode along.

it was now or never.

and so, with a running start and a leap of faith, you manage to clamber aboard the quickly taking-off oxidized clunker, clutching on to the door handle tightly before the wind practically shoves you inside, falling to the floor in a heap with a little, “oof!”

and when you look back up, rubbing your head with a wince, the enormity of the castle stretches before you, all glittering details that suggest riches, and antique, aged wooden furniture, cobwebs crowding near the top of the roof from the impossible vastness of it all.

slowly, you make it to your feet again, looking down all of the many stretching hallways for a sign of life, your steps clicking on the tiled floor ominously.

“hello? anyone here?” you call out, but to no avail.

eventually, your steps lead you to a small, tucked away room, filled with heaps of glinting trinkets and worn carpet that suggested someone had been here many times before.

there are bookshelves with dusty paperbacks piled atop them and shiny frames, but your interest was in the hefty bed shoved in the center, dipping under the weight of quilted blankets thrown lazily across it, and antique floral pillows that looked alike to a grandmother’s.

from the hours of walking that it had taken you to get here, your feet ached and your eyelids were already starting to droop from exhaustion.

all you needed was a nice sleep, and after evaluating your choices, your fatigue eventually wins as with a soft sigh, you shed your slightly muddied clothes into a pool on the floor, and trudge to the edge of the bed, lifting the heavy covers to slide in, your breathing slowing as you drift off, blissfully unaware of the warmth radiating from someone next to you.

darkness covers the room, so you don’t notice when you turn over on your side and press your soft tits against a moving, breathing body next to you, slinging your leg across him and drifting back off.

but he does, stirring awake with a sleepy murmur and tired, blue eyes blinking open only to freeze on your face, his cock hardening painfully in his pants instantly.

it couldn’t be..

you yawn sleepily, shifting closer only for your hand to drape itself directly across his lap,

fuck.

his eyes squeeze shut, breathing coming in soft, short pants as he tries to control himself.

this was so wrong, you were sleeping, completely unaware of..

your eyes flutter, and you groan as your hand curls around something hot, heavy, and pulsing, twitching beneath your touch frantically.

immediately, his face flushes a tinge pinker, eyes growing half-lidded and his breaths coming faster. wake up, wake up, wake up.

and then with a small yawn, your eyes blearily open to blink drowsily at your surroundings, startling only when they land on the pleading, blue eyed man next to you, hips unintentionally pushing up into your hand for more.

you scramble backward as your eyes land on where you’re tightly gripping him, gasping with surprise and already stumbling over an apology.

“i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t know there was someone in here or i would’ve..”

but before you can stutter out another word, his mouth is on yours, and he’s kissing you hard, lips crashing onto yours a little uncertainly, as if he was lacking the experience, only making up for it in eagerness as he quickly finds the softness of your hip, pulling you closer and tugging your leg over him so the heat of your core is against him.

and then, as suddenly as he had been on you, he pulls back, face still shadowed and lined with the darkness of night as you gasp for breath from the intensity of it all.

you lean closer to him, causing your plushy tits to press up against his arm as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dark, only being able to see a faint outline of the man before you.

“i’m trying to control myself, but you’re making it a bit hard, sweetheart.” his voice is deep, slightly hoarse, and familiar all at once though you can’t quite place where you know him from.

you feel warmth pooling between your legs and lean forward, your hair tickling his face as you prop yourself up atop him.

“are you gojo? the wizard who eats the hearts of pretty girls?” you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together subtly.

he swallows thickly, lips parting slightly as his hand slowly makes its way to squeeze the soft, supple skin of your thighs as if grounding himself, his body feverish beneath yours as you feel his raging bulge poking into you with every small movement you make.

"s-something like that, although right now i'm thinking of eating something else.." his large hands skim slightly over your inner thighs, grazing the hot, gushing flood of wetness that had already begun to seep from your panties generously, one long thick finger curling slightly to press on your throbbing lil' clit like a button, your pink lips parting in a gasp as your eyes roll back immediately.

“y-you..” but your words immediately die in your throat as the bed dips and creaks as he rolls you over so he’s on top of you before pressing soft kisses all the way down your body, breathing out a soft, “s’this okay?” to which you quickly nod, already breathless for more.

and then he’s tugging your panties down in one swift motion, and exhaling sharply at the sight of your dripping cunt all laid bare before him, the feeling of the cool air grazing you making you squirm slightly.

two warm, large palms spanning across your waist hold you down as he nuzzles his head between your thighs, placing a chaste kiss to your pussy before pulling back, strings of arousal already attached to his lips.

“mmh.. so sweet.” he quickly buries himself between your legs, busying his mouth with lapping at you like a man starved, his tongue dipping into your honeyed cunt for more as the tip of his pert, button nose nudges against your clit.

“g-gojo!” you gasp out, your head falling back onto the pillows and back arching up helplessly as he uses hot, calculated sweeps of his tongue to stroke against you perfectly, slippery drool stringing sloppily between your legs.

“please..” he grunts, sucking your sensitive, twitchy bundle of nerves into his mouth before releasing with a sticky pop! “call me satoru.”

“satoru.. fuck!” you moan softly, body desperately curving up as you grind against his face for more friction which he lets out a pleased groan at, hands coming to your hips to rock you back and forth, suffocating himself in your warmth.

he quickly throws your legs over his broad shoulders, his head shaking side to side as he sticks out his tongue, gathering all of your honeyed slick with eagerness while you can only writhe and cling onto the snowy locks of his tousled hair tightly, tossing your head back with every loud moan he draws out of you.

it's only when you glance down that you notice the way his hips are desperately rutting against the creaking mattress, humping his throbbing, raging boner into the cushy bed for some form of relief as he eats you out vigorously, parting your sappy folds with his lengthy, dextrous tongue.

“castle gets lonely..” he mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations rocketing up your spine and causing a whine to get stuck in your throat as your stomach knots achingly tighter, the tang of your release on your tongue. “so m’so glad you decided to stop by..”

your eyes glassily cross, barely able to think or hear what he’s saying above the roar of blood crashing in your ears and your heavy breathing, hips twitching up into his mouth and thighs trembling as your stomach aches with the intensity of it all.

and then his whole mouth is covering your core, hot strings of spit mingling with your own sultry mess to streak down your thighs obscenely, and the stimulation turns out to be too much, as all at once your vision turns spotty and you're cumming hard, saturated shimmery squirt just gushing out of you as your body turns into a trembling, whining mess beneath him, sensitivity making your thighs clamp hard around his head.

and as he laps up every drop of your candied cunt, lips glossy and splotches of your sticky wetness pooling across his face, you can only shudder as he continues to suck and slurp at you, until you're desperately pushing him away, the tingling of overstimulation starting to settle over you in pulsing waves.

he sits back, out of breath and you see the slippery sheen of your essence dripping off his glistening chin in droplets, as he eyes you hungrily, like he hasn't had enough until he devours you whole.

he slowly makes his way back up to your face, your back hitting the plush mattress with a thump! as he pins you down, head lazing in a downward angle to draw your attention to the achingly painful, twitching bulge in his pants, sexy half-lidded blue eyes opening just wide enough for you to lock eye-contact.

blue? why did that remind you of someone..

but all of your thoughts are lost the second he's sliiiding his pants down and revealing the neatly trimmed, tufted white happy trail leading all the way to a massive, blushing pink cock, veiny and girthy with milky precum frosting out his tip so prettily.

his lip catches between his teeth as he wraps around himself with one hand, and begins to pull upward in rough-paced tugs, as his head lolls back, more stringy precum coming to gloss over his thickened mushroom head.

"you just gonna watch, or are ya gonna help me out here, doll?" he huskily drawls out, shuddering as you immediately spring to action, coming to straddle his lap in one fluid movement, desperately aligning yourself flush with his heavy cock and sinking down just on the chubbed, rounded tip with a grimace at how enormously big he was.

he makes a gruff noise, leaning back as he helps you to slowly work your way down onto his length, taking every thumping! veiny inch of him to meld into your hot, clenching walls, jaw falling slack at the pure effort it is just to fit him halfway.

"oh g-god, sweetheart.." he chokes out and you feel him pulsating and twitching faintly inside you as if he's fighting back the urge to cum right then and there, his hair flopping into his eyes as he rocks forward slightly.

and then, one thick finger is finding itself on your clit, gliding across the wetness just pouring out of you in sultry sheens as he guides you to take him, and almost instantly, your cunt greedily swallows him to the hilt, a faint bulge outlining his cock stretching all the way up past your belly button generously.

"good.. hah.. girl, taking me so well." he breathes out, and then his jittery lap is already bouncing you slowly, unable to wait another second as you feel his hefty length tracing sweltering hot strokes deep inside you, rolling his hips upward as he pants feverishly, a hand draping its way around your waist and pulling you closer.

drool pours down the side of your mouth helplessly as he moves you up and down on him, your pussy so stuffed and overspilling, it's almost obscene, though he seems to like it, cooing soft praises to you in encouragement.

"i betcha like this, yeah?" quickly grabbing ahold of your hips to get a better angle, he begins hitting into the cushy, soft spot of yours that always makes your legs weaken, smearing gooey precum from his bludgeony tip into you roughly, while the squelching between your legs grows louder, and more lewd with every thrust, the plap plap plap! of your sticky thighs ricocheting off his echoing throughout the vast castle.

he jolts his swollen head allll the way into your cervix, jackhammering with an urgency that leaves your mouth agape and tongue lolling as you feel your abdominals tighten, a familiar tautness creeping its way into your mind.

your pussy flutters around his length as his thrusts grow sloppy, and uncalculated, soft hair tickling you as he leans closer, his musky cinnamon-y scent infiltrating your every sense. "m' s'close my girl, i n-never.. hah.. thought this day would come." he shudders under your touch as you pause, bringing his face closer to truly examine it for the first time that night.

"wait- satoru?" and then, all the pieces come clicking together.

the magical man who had flown and twirled you around in the air was nothing other than the satoru gojo, owner of the infamous moving castle and the most powerful wizard of all time.

and it's then that he cums, spurting heaps n' heaps of creamy bucketloads of ribbony white. so much of it is pouring out, in fact, you swear your tummy swells up with it all, beginning to drip down your thighs in messy rivulets as gojo groans, unable to stop emptying himself heftily inside you.

your release follows just seconds later, as you soak his abdominals in your honeyed essence, slippery sheens coating him generously as he moans softly, still huffing from the effects of his own climax.

as you both come to, stars still blinking hazily behind your vision, you turn to him urgently. "g-gojo, the real reason i came here was 'cause.."

but he quickly shushes you, placing a finger on your pouty lips with a smirk curving up his features. "shh, baby i know, i know. you got a curse on ya, hm?"

you pause, taken aback. "how did you-"

he shakes his head. "in all truth, i was the one who sent her. i wanted to see you." he shifts himself to lean over you, bending your knees up to poke into your soft tits, grinning lazily down at you as he folds you into a mean, mating press. "and sweetheart, even if that love curse was real.. let's just say i already broke it, heh."

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Redhood didn't like people who took advantage of children. Fucking hated them.

So when he heard of a new crime lord employing children in there area, he had to put a bullet between that fucker's eyes. Apperently, the guy ran the original gang out of town and set the kids off on petty crime. Stealing money. Food, clothes, in some cases, even drugs.

Redhood stood outside an abandoned building, gun at the ready. There was no security, no goons. Did this guy know he was coming? Is this a trap? Redhood shook off his worries. No matter. He's just gotta get this bastard before it could get any worse.

He crept through raftors and boxes. He listened for footsteps. Step step step. The footsteps were heavy and dragging, sluggish. According to eye witnesses, the crime lord tended to drag his feet, maybe limp even.

Redhood slid out of hiding, pressed his gun up to the back of the man's head, and-

It was a kid. The kid turned around, so irely calm. His long black air hung down, obscuring his face, but Redhood could clearly see the way his pale sickly skin sank into his bones. How his dull blue eyes seamed to gloss over and stare into his soul. Almost daring him to pull the trigger. Yet, despite the dark of the warehouse, he almost seemed to glow.

"So?" He asked.

"Wha- so what?" Redhood asked. He was shaking. He hasn't put the gun down.

"Are you going to pull the trigger or not? I mean, you've got a clear shot. I just ask you to clean up after. The kids don't need to see that," The teen slowly blinked at him. Redhood slowly lowered the gun. Just a gang of kids run rampant, yeah. That's what this is.

The kid hummed and began to walk off. Redhood couldn't really call it walking or even limping. It looked more like dragging a nearly dead leg. Now that he was close, he could see it. The dragging leg, the dead arm in a sling. The lichtenberg scars crawled up his face, reaching his eye, blinded and half shut. How did this kid run a whole gang out of town?

Red Hood followed him. The kid only gave his a brief glance before shrugging. Redhood followed him to the back of the warehouse, where a group of kids slept. Redhood recognised them, street kids. All either homeless or too scared to go home.

"They helped me," the kid whispered, "I got rid of those people because I hated the way they hurt the people around them, and when I fell sick, those kids stepped up to help. The least I can do is give them a place to stay."

"You fell sick? You weren't always like this?"

"No. I used to be a lot stronger, braver," The kid gave a heavy sigh before slowly lowering himself to the ground. Crossing his legs and resting his head on his hand, "Now I can barely move without aching, I feel like an old man trapped in a teenager's body."

Redhood glanced between him and the sleeping kids. He was helping them, housing them. In return, they were stealing food and medicine for their sick friend, and Rehood almost shot him.

"My name is Danny, by the way," The kid- Danny grumbled.

Redhood sighed and sat down next to him, "Nice to meet you, Danny. I'm Redhood."

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Just This Once: Part Three

Pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: You spend the night at Joel's house, but have a close call in the morning.

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), language, unprotected piv sex, oral (f!receiving), fluff, angst, they're catching feelings, jealousy/possessiveness, pussy pronouns, light spanking

WC: 5.8k

Part One | Part Two

Golden beams of sun bleed through the fluttering curtains, filling Joel's bedroom with a fresh morning breeze and the sounds of his sleepy neighborhood coming to life. It's a comforting scent — morning air — one you always savor when you get a chance. Considering it's a Saturday and Joel's face is buried eagerly between your thighs makes things infinitely better.

You simply can't think of a better way to wake up.

His hands wrap firmly around your legs, holding you still, right where he wants you. He looks lost in it — eyes slid shut, soft hums under his breath, practiced tongue gliding through your folds, scooping up your arousal with each pass. Seeing him take you apart with his mouth in the broad light of day has your legs trembling and your heart thundering in your chest. Like you're seeing something you shouldn't, yet you can't look away.

That is, until his lips messily suction around your clit. Your pussy clamps down around nothing and you throw your head backwards into his pillow with a strangled moan.

"Fu-uck, Joel!"

He sucks your clit harder and you see stars. Suddenly you're keenly aware that your skin is damp with sweat when his oscillating fan rotates in your direction, bathing you in that crisp morning air. You shiver and grab at his hair. Your hips begin to roll and Joel lets out a deep, satisfied groan.

"Yeah, that's it baby," he says, voice muffled. "Fuck my face, go on. Ain't gonna stop til you give me one more."

Heat crawls up your chest and neck. Each noisy lick and kiss he leaves at your center sends you higher and higher. The muscles in your stomach twitch and your breath begins to stutter — it's not even ten in the morning but between last night and now, you have no idea how you'll have the energy to get out of bed.

Something tells you Joel planned it this way. Planned on keeping you wrapped up in his bed all day, listening to the neighborhood outside go on about their lives while the two of you waste the hours in each other's arms. Given how difficult it is to find time to be together, you tend to make the most of it.

"Can feel you shakin', sweetheart," he growls in-between messy kisses, lips sucking and tugging at your clit. "Give it t'me."

You grind your hips upwards, pushing yourself firmly against his face. You can feel it, you're almost there, but the open window next to his bed has you distracted.

"J-Joel, the window—"

"Let 'em hear."

Christ, this is reckless. It's stupid and dangerous. Your father is right across the street. He could be watering the garden or getting his mail. But you can't stop, and neither can Joel. Your need for each other has grown so strong that it's blocking out all logic and reason. So you squeeze your eyes shut, drag in a lungful of air, and let go.

A shattered moan rips from your throat and your legs clamp down hard around Joel's head. His fingers dig into your hips and you feel him groan, the sound making your face flush with heat.

"Good girl," he mumbles around his tongue scooping up your release. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat when he swallows it down, and only when your muscles finally relax and you feel boneless does he break away. His wet lips leave a slow trail along the inside of your thigh and a shudder shoots through your entire body.

"That's it. Just how I like you — all messy and fucked out." He smirks against your skin and plants a soft kiss on your knee when you breathe out a shaky version of his name.

He releases your legs and sits up. You peer up at him through a haze, just in time to see his eyes fall to the mess between your legs. His gaze darkens and he practically growls at the sight.

You're beginning to realize Joel has no shame about being vocal — it's so unlike anyone you've ever been with before. He wants you to know how much he loves this. It's becoming painfully addictive and you know you're getting in over your head with something that was meant to be a one-time thing, yet you stubbornly continue to push that thought out of your mind.

He pulls his white t-shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere behind him. Your breath catches in your throat at his bare chest in the morning light, but he doesn't notice because he's kicking off his boxers and already climbing on top of you.

His hips settle between your legs and he leans down, forearms holding his weight on either side of your head, and he grins.

"Still with me?"

You giggle and wrap your arms around his torso.

"Just barely."

Joel hums and brushes his lips tenderly over your own.

"Feel good?" he asks softly. He kisses you again and it's so gentle, you feel like you're melting into the mattress.

"Mhmm," you hum. Your palms slide up his bare back, over the muscles in his broad shoulders and down his thick arms.

He drags his lips lightly over your cheek, slowly, like he has all the time in the world. Even though he must be painfully hard, he's not rushing. He wants to savor it — savor you.

You sigh and tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck. He doesn't hesitate. His mouth is instantly there, tasting your skin and sucking a small mark right under your jaw. A quiet moan falls from your lips and you feel his cock jump against your thigh.

"Greedy little thing," he chuckles when you lift your hips, searching for him to relieve the empty ache between your legs. His mouth leaves your neck and he raises his head to look down at you.

The sunlight catches him just right — the gold highlights his dark hair, dusted with bits of grey. The silver peeking out on his cheeks shines and his deep brown eyes practically glitter.

He looks so stunning that it takes your breath away.

"What?"

He sounds amused. The corner of his mouth twitches as he scans your eyes for an answer, wondering why you're looking at him all dopey.

"You're beautiful," you whisper, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.

It catches him off guard. His expression freezes and he blinks before he can figure out how to react. Finally, he decides on deflection.

"Must've fucked all the sense outta you, huh?" he says, but you see the bashfulness in his eye. The way his cheeks turn rosy and his gaze drops shyly.

You shake your head and trace a finger down his jaw. It gets his attention and he locks eyes with you again.

"Nope," you say softly, "still got some sense up there. I know what I see."

In retrospect, it's probably too intimate. It's too real. Too close to something far from casual.

His throat bobs and you drop your hand, letting it rest gently next to you on the pillow. You're both quiet, searching each other's faces, lost in your own thoughts. It's just a minute, maybe two, but it stretches on forever. Eventually, Joel parts his lips like he's going to say something, then thinks better of it. His eyes shift, he gives you a smirk, and you know the moment has passed.

"Let's see if we can do somethin' 'bout the rest of that sense, hm?"

And then it's like it never happened. You giggle, his hand finds your hip, and he sinks inside of you with a heavy groan. You gasp at the fullness and tilt your head back. You've had sex a handful of times by now, yet the size of him still manages to steal your breath.

"Christ, honey — so fuckin' warm," he rasps when his hips come flush with yours. You're writhing underneath him, wiggling and panting for air as your body adjusts to the heavy weight of him inside you.

You whine his name and stretch to bite at his lower lip. You're still so sensitive from the two orgasms he already gave you but somehow still desperate for more. He makes a rough sound from the back of his throat and kisses you, but this time it's not as gentle. It's hungry and messy. His tongue pushes past your lips and dances with your own, licking feverishly into your mouth while cupping the back of your head to keep you still. You whimper and grab his shoulders when he begins to move, pulling his hips back just to slowly push forward again as deep as he can manage.

He drops his weight so his body is pressed against yours and it's fucking heaven — the full weight of him on top of you, inside of you, completely encompassing you in every conceivable way. Your legs wrap around his waist and hold him close, savoring every roll of his hips and every soft grunt that spills into your mouth.

"Never felt anythin' as good as you, y'know that?"

His confession rips through you and your chest immediately swells. Your pussy flutters around him and he groans against your lips. He pulls you even closer, wraps his arms around you and begins to move a little faster.

There's hardly any air between you. Your skin sticks to his, each of you coated in a thin sheen of sweat that the small fan on his dresser can't fix.

"So fuckin'—" Joel tears his mouth away from your swollen lips and buries his face against your throat, "—so fuckin' sweet 'n soft. Drives me crazy. Got me — got me thinkin' 'bout you all the time. Almost nailed my goddamn hand to a two by four yesterday."

You wanted to admit the same — that you found yourself daydreaming about him at work or thinking about him when you were cleaning up your apartment. Even at the grocery store, you found yourself wondering if he would like a particular cereal or snack before you bought it. But it's impossible to form a coherent sentence when he's fucking you like this, deep and steady, filling you so perfectly with each and every thrust. Your whole body is electric, entirely focused on the delicious stretch of his cock, but you manage to give him a broken moan in acknowledgment.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" he goads, teeth grazing the column of your throat. "Like hearin' how fucked up you got me?"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he starts to fuck you harder. The tip of his cock is hitting the spot that makes the heat build at the base of your spine and your stomach muscles clench. Your fingers scramble to grip his hair, desperate for something to hold onto as your body jolts beneath him every time he slams back into you.

"Oh, my god—"

Your voice cracks, your vision swims. He's so fucking deep and he feels so good. The solid weight of him keeps you pressed into the mattress, unable to move, and it's everything. You don't want to move. You just want to take what he gives you.

"You feel how hard you make me? Feel what you do to me?" he growls, nipping at your collarbone. His voice sounds thick and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. Yet, despite how you feel like you're drowning in him, you still manage to hear something. Something downstairs, a firm rap on the front door. A familiar voice.

Joel doesn't hear it. He's still murmuring filth into your skin. But fear seizes your entire body when the realization dawns on you and the faint sound of Joel's front door swinging open hits your ears.

"Oh, my god!" you whisper scream before clapping your hand over your mouth.

"Gonna come f'me? Go on, lemme—"

"My dad is downstairs!"

Joel instantly stops moving. You both stop breathing. Then—

"Miller? Ain't you up yet?"

Joel quickly pushes himself up and both your hands cover your face, as if it could make you disappear. Your heart is racing so fast, you're convinced it's about to burst out of your chest.

"Uh, y-yeah, just gettin' outta the shower. Be right down!" Joel yells. A moment later, he roughly pulls out of you and you stifle a yelp.

"Sorry," he whispers, stumbling out of bed in search of clothes. You yank the sheets all the way up to your nose and watch as he hurries around the room. He's sweaty, his hair is damp and his skin is flush. He looks wrecked but he's still yanking on a pair of jeans before rushing to his bathroom to wet his hair at the sink.

"Stay right here," he says quietly when he steps out of the bathroom in search of a clean shirt. His voice sounds firm, confident, but his eyes look wild. You swallow the lump in your throat, bury yourself deeper under the covers, and nod.

Joel tugs a shirt over his head and whips around to face you. "I'll get him outta here. Don't make a sound. I'll — I'll be right back."

You nod again but he must see the fear in your eyes because he sighs and leans forward to kiss your forehead.

"It's alright. I'll handle it."

Then he's gone, closing the bedroom door shut behind him.

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"Mornin'," Joel says breathlessly when he spots your dad in his kitchen. He's at the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup. When he turns to raise the mug in greeting, Joel guiltily drops his gaze.

"Thought you'd be out mowin' by now," your dad says while Joel pulls down a mug for himself. He clears his throat and takes his time pouring his coffee.

"Woke up with a headache," Joel says smoothly, "thought the shower would help."

Your dad hums and wanders over to the kitchen table. When Joel hears him sit with a loud huff, he curses softly under his breath. This was no quick visit. He was getting comfortable.

Joel crosses the room to join him but his blood runs cold when he spots something by the back door.

Your shoes. They were abandoned right where you left them after sneaking in last night. At the time, he felt so stupid meeting you at the street behind his so you could park your car out of your father's view. It felt like he was in high school all over again, sneaking a girl into his room. But now he was eternally grateful you had gone to such lengths to hide your presence — but who would have thought to hide your shoes?

"Any, uh — any big plans for today?"

Your dad shrugged and sipped his coffee. "Just yardwork. Maybe hit the hardware store. Gotta replace a drill bit."

Joel shifted his weight so he blocked your father from spotting your shoes somewhere behind him.

"Weather's s'posed to be nice. Good weekend for outdoor work."

Your dad nods and sips slowly from his coffee again. Joel tries to casually lean against the counter while still blocking your shoes, but it looks awkward. Your dad frowns.

"Why don't you sit down?"

Joel takes a long sip from his mug to buy time, mind racing for an excuse. His eyes dart around the room searching for something — anything — to distract your dad for five fucking seconds. Then his eyes land on the front window and he spots it.

"Hey, did Marty get a new truck?"

Immediately your dad is on his feet and rushing to the window. Joel whirls around, grabs your shoes from the floor, and tosses them down his basement stairs.

"No shit, I think he did," your father says from the window. Joel wanders into the living room after him, heart racing in his chest but praying he appears calm.

"Must've set him back quite a bit. Look at that chrome edging," Joel says. Your dad tuts under his breath and shakes his head.

"The hell does he need all that fancy shit for? Havin' a shiny truck don't make a damn bit of difference when you're haulin' shit. Waste of money."

Joel murmurs in agreement and turns away. His eyes drift up the stairs, to his closed bedroom door, where you waited for him — naked in his bed. He swallows tightly and looks away.

"So, hardware store? Ace or Jeff's?"

He was hoping to remind your dad that he had errands to do, that he should maybe leave so Joel can go back to fucking his daughter senseless. Instead, your father says something that knocks the wind out of him.

"Jeff's. Hey, you hear his boy is back in town? The older one — uh, the hell's his name..."

Joel shrugs and waits. Your dad silently scratches his chin, brows furrowed as he tries to recall the name. Joel's eyes dart towards the stairs again.

"Luke! That's it." Your dad snaps his fingers and smiles. "Real nice kid. He's workin' at the store now, lookin' to take over the business when Jeff hangs it up. He's 'bout my daughter's age. Good lookin' fella. Was thinkin' of bringin' her with me."

Joel's throat goes dry. He blinks slowly, like he's still processing the information.

"Take her... with you?"

Your dad nods and strolls back into the kitchen.

"Yeah. Maybe they'll hit it off. He's a good kid, good head on his shoulders. She needs someone like that."

No she doesn't, she's got me.

Joel shakes his head, pinches the bridge of his nose, and takes a deep breath. He hears your dad open the fridge and Joel rolls his eyes before begrudgingly following him into the room. On the way, his eyes dart up the stairs. Can you hear them? Maybe the fan and the open window drown out their voices.

"You, uh..."

Your dad grabs an apple from the crisper and shuts the fridge before turning to top off his coffee.

"You sure she's lookin' for somethin' like that?"

"What'dya mean?" He rubs the apple on his shirt and takes a loud bite.

Joel shrugs and crosses his arms defensively, coffee cooling and abandoned on the kitchen table.

"Just that I never heard her talk 'bout, y'know... meetin' someone." He scratches his jaw and looks outside. His grass is too long, your dad's right.

"Why would she have said somethin' 'bout that to you?"

Joel's gaze snaps up to meet your dad's.

"No, I mean, just — whenever she's 'round. Like when we were puttin' the bed together. You asked and, and she said she wasn't seein' anyone. Didn't sound like she was interested to me."

He sounds like such a fucking idiot. Joel swipes his sweaty palms over his jeans and looks around the room, avoiding your father's curious gaze.

"She's twenty-five. She ain't gonna talk to her old man 'bout that kind of shit."

Joel swallows and nods. "Yeah. Probably right."

Your dad is studying him, peering at him from across his little kitchen. His mug is on the counter, forgotten. His brows furrow and his mouth turns down a fraction.

Joel's pulse skyrockets.

He senses something.

"You don't look so good, Miller," he says slowly.

Joel drags in a deep breath.

"Yeah, must be comin' down with somethin'. What with the headache 'n all."

Your father's brow relaxes. He reaches forward to clap Joel good-naturedly on the shoulder.

"Well lemme get outta your hair, then. Rest up."

Relief floods Joel's veins when your dad turns to take a final swig of coffee. He's leaving. He doesn't suspect a thing this time, but Joel has to get it the fuck together.

When your dad goes to put his mug in the sink, he pauses. A moment later, a low devious chuckle fills the room.

"You son of a bitch."

Joel's heart leaps into his throat.

"Wh-what?"

Your father puts his mug in the sink and lifts out a wine glass with lipstick smeared on the rim.

"You're so full of shit. You ain't sick. You had a woman over last night, didn't you?"

Shit.

"Uh—"

But he immediately cut Joel off.

"It's 'bout damn time!" your dad roars, grabbing his shoulder again to give him a firm shake. He laughs and puts the glass back in the sink. "Why the hell didn't you tell me? Who's the lucky lady?"

Joel's stomach churns. He coughs awkwardly into his fist to give himself a moment to come up with a lie.

"Someone Tommy knows. You don't know her. Was a blind date."

"Looks like it went pretty fuckin' good," he teases with a huge grin. Joel forces a weak smile, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

"Yeah."

Your dad waits for Joel to elaborate. His hands are propped on his hips, big smile stretched across his face, and he waits. But Joel remains silent, unable to think of anything else to say.

He can't. He just can't do it. He can't tell your father about the night he shared with you, even if he was pretending it was someone else. And he's so paralyzed that he can't think of another lie. So instead, an uncomfortable silence stretches between the two men, where the only noise in the room comes from the ticking of the analog clock above Joel's sink.

Finally, your dad breaks. His hands fall to his sides, he laughs a little awkwardly, and points to the door.

"Alright then. Well, happy f'you," he says, stepping around Joel and heading for the front of the house. Joel turns and follows, guiltily murmurs his thanks, and holds the door open while your dad slips on his sneakers.

"I'll give my kid a call, see if she's free to come with me to Jeff's," he says, reminding Joel of his idea to set you up. Jealousy flares hot in his chest again at the thought. He rubs at it absentmindedly and nods.

"Yeah. Okay."

"Maybe we'll see you 'round later. Throw some burgers on the grill if you're up for it."

"Sounds good," Joel says, watching as your dad pulls his phone out of his back pocket. He gives Joel one more wave over his shoulder, then he's bringing his phone to his ear, walking in the direction of his house. From upstairs, Joel hears muffled movement amongst the bedding and your voice quietly answering the phone.

He quickly shuts the door and makes sure to fucking lock it this time, then hurries back up the stairs.

"Maybe tomorrow," you're saying when he opens the door. He stays quiet, listening to one half of your conversation. Your eyes meet his and you offer him a small smile. "I promised Chelsea I'd help paint her new place. She's been looking forward to it all week."

The lie falls effortlessly from your lips and Joel grins. You shift a bit, still naked in his big bed and holding his sheets to your chest. He feels a stirring below his waistband at the sight.

"Oh, yeah, uh... I think I remember him," you say hesitantly. Your face falls and you glance nervously in Joel's direction. "He was kind of a douchebag in high school. Really... immature."

Your eyes find his while you listen to your dad's response.

"I just don't think he's really my type," you reply, then deliberately drag your gaze slowly down Joel's frame. All the blood from his head rushes south when you pause and bite your lower lip. His fingers twitch at his side. Then you take a deep breath, lock eyes with him again, and say, "besides, I'm — I'm kind of interested in someone else. Ye-yeah, I don't know — uh-huh..."

You trail off and drop your gaze to the bed. You nervously chew on your nail while you listen to your dad on the other end, but Joel's already mentally miles away. His chest feels like it might burst and he's got the stupidest smile on his face. You picked him.

"Yeah, so, why don't I call you in the morning? I'll stop by, we can do something?"

You're fidgeting under the covers. He can tell you're nervous — you can't look at him now and your chest is rising and falling faster than usual. God, you're so fucking adorable.

"Okay, Dad. Well, be careful doing yard work. Go easy on your back. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

You hang up your phone, toss it somewhere on the other side of the bed, and bite back a grin when you finally muster up the courage to look at him.

"He wants to take me to the hardware store tomorrow," you say, humor lacing your voice. "Says he'll just stay home today and work outside."

"Sounds like you're stuck here with me til the sun sets then." Joel grins and pops the button on his jeans. Your eyes immediately clock the movement and your lips part excitedly.

"Sounds like it," you answer breathlessly.

Joel lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor. Your breath catches in your throat.

"Anythin' else?"

You lick your lips and watch as his jeans slip down his legs.

"He wants— he thinks some boy I used to know would be a, uh... a good match for me, or something."

"Yeah? And what d'you think?"

Joel drops his boxers next and your mouth goes dry as you watch him fist himself. It's just slow, measured strokes while he waits for you to answer, but it still has your mouth watering. You swallow and sit up a little straighter in bed.

"I th-think it's — stupid."

Joel's mouth curls into a devilish smirk. "Hands and knees f'me, baby."

A shiver shoots down your spine. You exhale shakily, drop the sheet from your chest, and do as you're told. You roll onto your hands and knees with your back to Joel and wait with bated breath.

The mattress dips behind you and suddenly his voice is closer.

"Why's it stupid?"

His hand slides up your thigh, slowly. His palm gently caresses your ass while he patiently waits for your response.

"'C-cause," you stammer, "I'm no-not interested in him."

"No?" he asks, voice light, "Why not?"

He leans forward. The tip of his cock nudges the inside of your leg and you whine. You arch your back and rock your hips, but his hand holds you steady.

"Asked you a question, sweetheart."

His voice is so thick and deep, it has your pulse galloping in your throat. This is exactly what you love the most about being with him — he can be so soft but also knows how to take control. It's a duality that can only come from experience and age.

"Because... because I only want — you."

His hand pauses. It's quiet for a moment. You can't see his face, can't gauge his reaction, and it has your heart skipping a beat. Maybe you said too much.

Then he exhales behind you, shifts forward, and glides his hand around. His palm skirts up your side and cups your breast. He gives it a gentle squeeze before rolling your nipple between two fingers and murmuring, "That's my fuckin' girl."

Your eyes flutter closed at the praise and you gasp when he drags the head of his cock through your folds. He inhales sharply, releases your breast, and grabs your hip.

"So fuckin' wet," he murmurs in awe. You jump when the fat tip of his cock nudges at your opening. The air around you thins, your head swims, and you hold your breath.

"You ever get this wet for anyone else?"

His voice sounds different. Harder. Your arms begin to tremble and you shake your head.

"No," you whisper.

He grunts softly, a pleased sound, and begins to push inside. You gasp and your head drops between your shoulders at the stretch, reveling in the now familiar and addictive sting of being worked open on his cock.

"Fuck," he groans, feeding you a few more inches. You whimper and arch your back. "F-fuck, darlin' — so goddamn tight. How's this sweet pussy still so tight when I was just inside her twenty minutes ago?"

You can't answer. You can't formulate a single thought. The only thing you can focus on is the way he splits you open and fills you up so perfectly, every single time. But that's okay, because he's not really looking for an answer.

Your hand shoots backwards to grab his wrist when he bottoms out. Your upper half collapses onto the bed. You're gasping, shuddering, rolling your head on the mattress and making sounds that cause Joel to grind his molars to dust in order to stop himself from coming too soon.

"J-Joel," you moan. He's so fucking deep from this angle, it's making you see stars.

"'S'right," he growls, sweat already dotting his forehead again, "say my name. My name. Not some—" Joel drags his hips back until he's halfway out of you, then slams back in. You yelp in surprise and your grip on his wrist tightens. "—Not some fuckin' kid who wouldn't— wouldn't know the first thing to do wi-with you."

Your skin feels like it's on fire. The rush you get from the possessive tone in his voice coupled with the deliberate, deep thrusts he's giving you is unmatched.

Every time he sheathes himself inside you, he reaches a spot you didn't know existed. It's an indescribable feeling, the way he is able to read you and tear you apart so quickly. Your cunt flutters and sucks him in with each devastating stroke and he groans your name, kisses your spine, squeezes your hips.

You're both on your knees but he's the one worshiping at your altar.

Joel's knee nudges your legs further apart. You make a pathetic noise and sink deeper into the mattress. He folds his body over yours, glistening chest pressing against your back, and continues to snap his hips ruthlessly against your ass. He kisses up your spine, his hand drags up the side of your thigh until it comes to rest on your ass. Your jaw drops and you cry out when his palm suddenly cracks loudly across your skin, then he chuckles darkly against your shoulder.

"She's squeezin' me," he teases, pace still relentless, skin slapping loudly against skin. "She liked that. You liked that."

You moan and your eyes roll. Your hands grab uselessly at the sheets, clawing at them, desperate for something to hold onto as you succumb to his punishing pace.

He does it again and you moan his name, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears. His cock swells at the sound so he spanks you one more time, just to hear it again.

"Joel," you gasp wetly, "Joel, I'm—I'm—"

His teeth sink into your shoulder. Each thrust is paired with a deep grunt that you can feel reverberating through his chest and into your back. His arms are now braced next to your head and when you crack your eyes open, you see his hands are curled into tight fists.

"Go on," he pants. His face is pressed against your back. He leaves messy open-mouthed kisses against your sweat-soaked skin. His entire body is covering you. The heat is almost too much to bear but it feels so good because it's him. "Go on, let go. Give it t'me. Lemme — lemme feel it."

And you can't hold back any longer. You do as he says and you let go with a scream. Your vision whites out and your muscles seize up underneath him, clenching around his cock like a vice.

"Oh-h, f-fuck," he moans, hips stuttering. Your body sags and you sigh with relief, but you still manage to keep your hips up in the air. Joel is panting behind you, breath skittering across your skin, moans of your name mixed with curses float through the air until his body stills. You feel his warm release flooding your cunt and you sigh again. He grunts softly, pushes into you one last time, making sure to give you every last drop, then his body collapses on top of you, pinning you to the mattress.

It's quiet then. He lays on top of you, each of you catching your breath and basking in the afterglow. His hands find yours and your fingers intertwine wordlessly. His lips leave feather light kisses across your back and a shudder rolls through your body when the fan blows cool air in your direction once again.

"You— you okay?" he breathes, voice a little raspier than before. You nod, eyes closed.

"Yeah," you sigh. His fingers tighten around yours. Then a minute later, he slowly lifts himself off you. Your eyes open and you gasp in a full breath of air now that his weight isn't crushing your lungs, then wince when he gently slides his cock from between your legs.

Before you have a chance to move, Joel rolls onto his side and pulls you with him. He tugs you into his chest, circles his arms protectively around your waist, and sighs.

Across the street, you hear your dad's radio. He's playing classic rock in his garage. The telltale squeak of the hood of his truck tells you he plans on tinkering with the engine in the driveway for the next few hours.

"What're we gonna do all day?" you murmur sleepily.

"I'm gonna make you breakfast," Joel says with a kiss to your shoulder, "and you're gonna stay right here. If I got any say, you ain't puttin' on one single piece of clothing til nighttime."

You giggle and tilt your hips back to grind against him. Joel groans and his lips glide up to your neck.

"Gotta feed you first, baby," he warns. You pout, even though you know you don't have the energy to go again anyway. "You like eggs? Pancakes?"

"I like anything you give me," you say, making him laugh softly.

"Easy to please."

You hum, he gives you one more kiss, then he pushes himself up from the mattress. You roll onto your back and watch as he pulls on his clothes from before. When he turns around and sees your bare chest on display, his breath catches in his throat.

"Feel free to — wash up. If you like," he says, hitching a thumb over his shoulder towards the bathroom. You nod, then stretch and yawn. Joel watches for a moment like he's conflicted, then drags a hand through his hair, murmurs something under his breath, and leaves. You smile to yourself when you hear pots and pans clanging downstairs.

Today feels good. Today you don't care about the consequences. Today — you're just going to enjoy the time you have together.