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what if we were socially inept, scientifically inclined siblings in east berlin during a peak in cold war tensions
#three to dawn#anita dessler#sabah dessler#I got a project name now :-)#itâs a little layered with meaning#all will make sense with time I fear#but Iâm excited to get cooking#my little space age project#I'm putting the four corners of my autism together
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đđŹ ïč Agere! EmuKasa themed stimboard !
Contains pastel pink and agere related stims !
Requested by ïč@starry-sky-orchestra !
Request status ïčopen !
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#đ ïč stimboards đ#stimboard#stimblr#visual stim#stimmy#stimming#sensory#project sekai#project sekai stimboard#wonderland x showtime#tsukasa tenma#emu otori#emukasa#age regressor#sfw agere#agere stim#agere stimboard#pink stim#yellow stim#white stim#pacifier stim#toy stim#coloring stim#plush stim#blue stim#sfw interaction only#little space#sanrio stim#my melody#bottle stim
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Genuine question, does anyone want to hear about naruto from the prospective of a Liberian person grappling with the generational trauma of a brutal civil war or is that too heavy??
Like there's, I like sasuke cause he's a cool dude, very wholesome do tell, and then there's, I like sasuke cause the government also tried to eradicate my people group that one time and holding empathy for that dumbass kid teaches me to examine a my own experiences with compassion, honestly what a downer like who cares.
I don't know thoughts???
#do i even wanna speak on it#maybe i should just rewatch pray the devil back to hell give my dad a hug and tell him how proud i am of him#on second thought#maybe we should go the naruto route#like i promise their are a lot of wacky connections between the warfare in naruto and the liberian civil war#general butt naked eating hearts kakuzu also eating hearts#Samuel doe ( may he rest in pieces in someones digestive track while his soul burns in hell) and danzo#the thing i like about connecting fandom to my life is that it teaches me thing that provide empathy in spaces where it did not naturally#exist but the thing is i dont want to have empathy for a lot of those hos and i think thats valid actually#i think its important to bring our personal live into fandom though cause its all we really have#idek i think it would be best to keep the real world seperate from fandom in this case but#my dad just completed a trip to Liberia for the first time in 30 years (round of applause pls) for the first time since the war has ended#a confilct that started when he was my age (younger actually) and ended a month after my birth and has left so much instability who knows#if its ever really over#were all struggling to come to terms with the Liberia left behind by those events the family and friends we leave behind#and i feel like it would be easier to talk project it all onto stupid lil alien ninja wars instead of talking about it irl#i love sasuke cause i deeply relate to his struggle even though im a generation removed#but i feel like this fandom would not be receptive to the way i would disscuss his character if i made that connection in an analysis#so maybe ill just stew in my emotions a little longer and when i go back to Liberia this summer wth the fam ill decide weather to make#that post or not onece and for all#no that'll be perfect actually cause then i'll be able to make it a post for liberian independence day#ughhh like i don't be wanna talk about it irl but i don't feel this would be a good outlet either#naruto commentary in relation to the liberian civil war sounds like a dope essa but should i write it???#probably not but we'll just have to see#thoughts feelings opinions?? any other Liberian naruto fans on here??? pleas siblings put some sense in me#naruto#not naruto#god i don't even wanna make this post lets see how long she stays up#im writing too many naruto analysies rn anyways lemme worry about that first
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"canon" andy has had this exact conversation before too i think
#susie plays dragon age: the veilguard#andrea 'rook' thorne#rook seems to sit in this weird liminal space as a character where they're both blank slate and not#the predefined bits have slotted in decently so far though#i mean obviously i've moulded her a little to fit the setting (mostly that she is a little younger than in âcanonâ)#but its been decently easy enough to project the woman that's been living in my head forever onto rook
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itâs a handful (~4.5) of years in the future but i canât wait to be a librarian.
#just imagining getting to organize shelves#and helping people find materials for projects or entertainment#getting to sit at a desk with my cup of tea & talk about books with people#helping people of all ages foster their love of books#and being able to provide a safe space for people#thatâs all i could ever want#my dream would be to work in a fancy library with multiple floors thatâs really old#it might look a little prestigious but itâs actually really safe & welcoming#curating collections & decorating the library & hosting events#thatâs what iâm doing all of this for#and im just so excited for the day when i actually get to do it#not kpop#lucaâs library â€ïžđ
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Price x Reader. Age gap. Divorced Price. Older BF Price. Vaguely smutty. Follow-up to this.
Price realizes youâve never had a reliable man in your life exactly the second time he discovers you looking up DIY home maintenance for very simple projects.
It missed him the first time because he was deployed. Youâd mentioned offhand how you were figuring out how to rebalance a ceiling fan, and heâd just automatically assumed that you were doing it yourself because he wasnât there, so he simply praised you for your resourcefulness and lived for the next three weeks off of the way youâd absolutely glowed at his words.
But then he gets home, and one evening on the couch he catches you googling âhow to fix a leaky sink.â
âWhatâs that?â he asks you, tamping down on the sudden feeling of masculine inadequacy that reared up almost immediately at the discovery.
âFaucet handleâs leaking all over my counter when I turn it on,â you say, not looking up from your phone. âLandlordâs out of town and canât fix it.â
âIâm in town, ainât I?â
You look up at him then, brows raised. You hadnât even considered asking him, then.
âOhâI didnât want to bother you, John, you only just got back, and youâre tiredâŠâ
You trail off at the droll expression on his face.
Price has learned a lot of lessons from his previous marriage. The foundational one: just because he hasnât been asked to help doesnât mean he is believed to be unreliable. Adding that lesson to his knowledge base about youâyoung, modern, independentâcalculates out an obvious answer that curtails any sour mood that might have sprouted up over the issue.
He puts his hand over your phone screen and lowers it down to your lap. âIâm fixinâ the sink,â he says simply.
He enjoys the way your eyes dilate at the assertion.
The next day, he shows up at your flat wearing old work clothes and carrying his heavy toolbox in his hand.
(You donât live together yetâsomething heâs keen to rectifyâbut he has a toothbrush in your bathroom and permanent space in your bedroom drawers. He can be content for now.)
And youâyou answer the door in the filmiest of sundresses, the ribbon tie on one shoulder hanging at a loose angle.
âHeard you need some plumbing done,â he says in the gruffest of voices, already understanding the game.
âOh, thank goodness youâre here,â you say, barely able to hide your giggle, âIâve been so worried.â
He steps in close to you, close enough to feel the heat of your body radiating off of your bare skin. He has half a mind to put the charade aside and lift your skirt here and now, but another lesson helpfully springs to mind: anticipation of the act makes the finale all the sweeter.
âIâll show you to the kitchen,â you murmur, looking up at him with warm, dreamy eyes.
When he gets under the sink, he finds the problem easy enough to fixâthe cold water supply line simple isnât screwed in tight enough, and when he wiggles the whole contraption by the valves he finds that nothing has been tightened up to standard. A couple of years knocking the thing around had probably loosened up the locknut.
He elects to fix the whole problem in one go, while in the meantime you stand off to the side, watching him. He feels your eyes on his legs, trailing up to the hair on his belly exposed by his shirt riding up.
âSir, Iâm sorry, I shouldâve said before,â you simper, âbut Iâm not really sure how Iâm gonna pay for this.â
His cock jumps in his jeans, and he feels your gaze move to it as if itâs a physical touch.
He levers himself out a little and meets your eyes, keeping a stern expression on his face.
âIâm sure youâre gonna figure it out,â he says. Looking down at his groin and then back up at your face might be a touch unsubtle, but clear communication had been the most important lesson of all.
He slides himself back under, and pretends he doesnât feel you approach, or lower to your knees between his spread legs. He ignores your gentle hands falling on the closure of his jeans, the pop of the button coming undone, the parting of the zipper as you pull it down.
âOf course, sir,â you say, âIâm sure I will.â
The softness of your hand meets his growing erection, caressing the head of his cock with your thumbâfollowed very close behind by the wet, liquid heat of your mouth.
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#price x reader#john price#john price x reader#price x you#john price x you#price smut#mwritesprice#madi writes#this was a warm-up that got away from me
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A dream land - DP X DC Prompt
Okay, so I was thinking about that episode "Perchance to dream" where Bruce is trapped in a dream world and this, even thought really different, came to my mind.
Danny is king or prince of the infinite realms. He's been working on personalizing/decorating his castle in the infinite realms. When he feels someone walking just outside the castles walls. The thing is, that someone isn't a denizen, they aren't in a corporeal body, but he can feel that they are very much alive and feel distinctly human. He approaches the person to ask why and how they are in the infinite realms, but they fade away before he gets the opportunity.
Clockwork, who was with him at the moment, tells him that the visitor from the living, was just the soul projection of someone that was sleeping, and then refuses to elaborate further. Since it's something that was to do with sleeping, Danny decides to go and ask Nocturn, it seemed like a reasonable assumption that he was the one at fault for the soul projection.
Contrary to what he thought, Nocturn informed Danny that Sleeping soul projection was a natural phenomenon that he didn't control. The land of dreams, ("My domain" - Nocturn reminds him), was in the infinite realm after all, and those who have been close to death sometimes slipped they're whole soul instead of just their mind, and ended up all over the infinite realms.
It isn't too different from a lucid dream for them, the body gets all the benefit of the sleep, the mind feels rested if they had a good time in the realms. Except, if they hurt their soul too bad during their little trip, it would have real consequences. Loosing memories, abilities regression, migraine, pain that reflects the soul damage, all either temporary until the soul healed, or permanent and deteriorating, and in some occasions finishing in the persons death. In the latter, the soul is usually too damaged and cease it's existence, or have enough ectoplasm and emotion to form into ghosts with crack cores whose existence is instantly in danger.
Danny clearly didn't like the image that was painted to him, so he asked Nocturn if there was really nothing that he could do. It took a lot of talking and convincing, but eventually Nocturn admitted he could be able to direct the soul projecting to appear on a certain place, but he refused to babysit anyone. Which was enough for Danny, all he needed to do was make another expansion in his castle.
He decided to make a garden to receive their soul projecting guests. The garden was enormous, with all kinds of spaced within it. Playgrounds, picnic spaces, soft benches, tables with ghost and space teamed board games, fountains, and of course, the beautiful flowers that surrounded and decorated the place. Once he got ghosts with gardening, protection and caring obsessions on the place to look out for the souls, he was ready to receive them. It took him by surprise the amount of people that came, the garden was never crowded, but was never empty either, and souls of all ages and places were visiting at all times.
He kept expanding the garden as he heard of new things their guests wished for. He enjoyed spending time in the middle of the garden where souls passed by but rarely appeared, it was calm, but not completly quite with the background noice of the soul enjoying their dreams, and he could do the more mundane king/prince work. Until, he starts getting a regular visitor on his little space of the garden.
Choose the DC character you prefer, my idea is for people who hasn't died in the past but has been in the doors of death (so died and came back would be disqualified but you do as you prefer), but I'm going with Tim.
The soul of a boy around his age appears just in front of him, as usual when he greets new arriving soul, he welcomes him with a gentle smile and tells him he is free to explore the garden. A ghost taker is assign to him. The soul, as usual, seems confused and like he wished to asks questions, but seems content to ask them to his tour guide, and Danny continues with his own duties.
But then, the same soul continues to appear in the same place every two or three days, they exchange greetings and every time talk for a bit longer before the boy leaves to explore once more. It's rear to have multiple visits from one soul, even more so for said soul to appear in the same place every time. By the four time, Danny decides to take a break on his royal duties and accompany his new friend.
~ They get close, and have cute scenes, Tim asks a lot of questions and Danny answers and not-answers a lot of questions ~
One day, Tim shows up as usual, but he is in full Red Robin costume, and well, Danny wasn't expecting an identity reveal.
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On the Bats side:
There's an attack of some villain that's able to put Red Robin (or character of your choice) on a sleeping beauty type of sleep while carrying a serious injury, were he stays sleep until teammates or backup gets him out of it. The event affects his soul, making him disconnect partially from the land of dreams and making his soul sleep project almost every time he sleeps.
Tim starts sleeping more often. It's worrying at first, Bruce being paranoid does every test in the book, despite Tim saying he's just finding sleep easier now. But, he was just affected by sleeping magic and suddenly his sleeping easier? Seems like a side effect, and that makes it worrying.
Tim's health in general improve, just like he's concentration and productivity. Who would have thought that working rested actually was more productive than working on less than three hours of sleep and missing obvious details and clues due to how tired you are.
With everything not only being okay, but better than before, paranoia about Tim's new sleeping schedule soon dies, and instead is replaced with teasing about how he used to refuse to rest kicking and screaming, and now he may sleep more than any of them.
On Tim's side, he's loving being able to soul project so often. He knew from the start he was in a different dimension, and he just wanted to know the hows, whys, and everything else. So far, he seems to do it at least once every three days, and he's even gone two times in a row a couple of times.
The garden had a lot of things to do, but Tim doesn't care about that, he's more interested in all the information he's getting. The first 3 times he was given different ghost nanny's, who were more focus on entertaining him and didn't really answer direct question. But then king/prince Phantom decided to accompany him personally, and everything went smoother. He was going back to get to know more about this new world, and maybe to know more about the cute prince/king too. He might also have gotten some better looking pajamas.
Now, he has a mission that takes more than a couple days with some people in his team that hasn't yet sen his face. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to do all nighters after getting used to a sleep schedule. He would usually try to go as long as possible without sleeping, but he decides that he should take advantage of the safety of where they're staying and sleep a bit too. He ended up soul projecting in full Red Robin costume. He tried to play it cool, maybe Phantom wouldn't know it was him.
"Red Robin, even if you didn't appear on the same spot as always, I can feel your soul. I know who you are."
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#batfam#dpxdc#all i know about both dc and dp is from the fandom#dead tired#tim x danny#Fluff#They're in love#Tim is figuring the logistics of dating an interdimensional king/prince#Danny was considering when was a good time to tell Tim that they lived in the same dimension#Now that he knows his a vigilante#it might be easier to reveal.#Clockwork may be related as do why Tim appears in the same place everytime#Meddling ancients trying and succeeding to get their king/price a boyfriend#Why didn't Tim tell anyone about the dream land?#He's hyper independent and likes to work on his own cases alone#Besides#so far there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous about this#Just a cute boy Tim isn't ready to present to his family#if that is even possible.
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Home is Where the Heart Is
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader
Summary: Youâre very excited to redecorate, and Max is absolutely smitten.
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Your phone vibrates on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a new message. Itâs Max, of course. He had to run out for a few hours, some training before his next race, but he promised heâd be back in time to help with the culmination of your decorating project.
On my way. Ready to hang up those weird plant things you ordered. followed by a laughing emoji.
You canât help but chuckle. Max had poked fun at your excitement the entire week. Youâd been planning this makeover for so long and now that everything was finally coming together you could hardly contain your enthusiasm. You had spent ages scrolling through home decor websites, adding things to your cart with gleeful abandon. Colour swatches were scattered across the floor, paint samples were smeared on the walls. The new shelves, throw pillows, and, yes, the complicated plant hangers he loved to mock, were all waiting in the corner of the living room.
"Okay, well they're not weird, they're aesthetic," you mutter to yourself, smiling as you look at the hanging baskets youâd planned to fill with greenery.
Just as youâre untangling the macrame ropes for the third time, the front door swings open, and Max walks in. Heâs wearing that relaxed, post-training glow, one youâve come to associate with this calm, off-track version of himself.
âHey you,â he calls out, dropping his keys on the table. His eyes roam the living room, his lips curling into a grin. âSo⊠what are we hanging first?â
You barely register his question as you concentrate on an imaginary layout in your head. "Do you think the sofa should stay in the centre, or should we move it to towards the window?"
Max walks over and stands next to you, pretending to study the space like heâs an expert. "Definitely the centre,â he says after a pause, though itâs clear he hasnât actually thought about it.
You narrow your eyes at him. "Youâre just saying that so we can be done faster."
Maxâs grin widens, completely unbothered. "I might not care about throw pillows as much as you do, but Iâm here to help. Youâve got my full attention."
âYou underestimate the complexity of decorating,â you said with a grin. âItâs an art form.â
He bends down and kisses your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin as he hovers a second longer than necessary. He walks back and leans back against the wall crossing his arms with a teasing smile. âPromise Iâll bring my A-game."
You shake your head, feigning exasperation, but youâre secretly thrilled to have him here. "I want this room to be perfect," you say, more to yourself than to him.
Max looks at you with soft eyes. "Itâs already perfect."
"MaxâŠ" you groan, "the couch isnât even in the right spot!"
"You know what I mean."
Your heart does a funny little flip at his words, but you push it aside for now. "Okay, so this first," you announce, grabbing the ropes and handing them to him.
He takes them reluctantly, staring at the pile in his hands like they might start moving on their own. "Are you sure about these?"
You giggle, reaching for the small hook you bought for the ceiling. "Of course. Plants are a must. Greenery is very calming you know."
Max raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Youâve seen my old apartment right? No plants there and I was pretty calm."
"Youâre calm on the outside, but inside youâre one bad plant decision away from chaos."
He laughs at that, the sound warming the space instantly. âFine, fine. Where are we putting them?â
You point to the corner near the window, excitedly showing him the exact spot.
As Max climbs up to attach the hook to the ceiling, you sit back on your knees, looking around the half-decorated room. The shelves are still leaning against the wall, the box of candles untouched, and the cushions⊠well, theyâre scattered everywhere. But you can already picture it in your mind, your perfect little sanctuary.
He finally gets the hook in place and hangs the first rope. Stepping back to admire his work and gesturing towards it.
You clap your hands together. âItâs perfect!â
Max shakes his head, chuckling. âYouâre way too excited about this.â
"I just love how everythingâs coming together," you say, getting up to wrap your arms around his waist from behind. Heâs warm, solid, and his familiar scent fills the air, making the room feel even more like home.
The room starts to take shape, and with each new addition Maxâs admiration for you grows more than he thought possible. Heâd occasionally step back to admire your work, his gaze lingering on you with a look of pure adoration.
Max leans into you from behind, his arms resting over yours. âI like seeing you like this.â
âLike what?â
âHappy,â he says.
You smile up at him, âI am happy. Especially now that youâre here.â
He turns you around in your arms, catching you off guard as his eyes meet yours. Thereâs that familiar spark of mischief. âYou know, I never thought Iâd spend my afternoon hanging plants or arranging cushions,â he nods vaguely towards the room, âbut if it makes you this excited, I guess itâs worth it.â
âYou are so cute,â you tease.
He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, âWell, youâve certainly outdone yourself."
You stand there in the middle of your half-finished living room, surrounded by unpacked decorations and the future plans youâve been obsessing over. But for a moment, it all fades away as Max leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, like youâre the only thing he wants to focus on.
When he finally pulls back, he cups your face in his hands, his eyes locking with yours. âYouâve made this place beautiful, and itâs all the more special because youâre in it.â Your heart flutters, touched by the sincerity in his voice. His hand gently strokes your cheek. "So, whatâs next?" he teases.
You laugh, resting your head against his chest. "Maybe we can take a break⊠but just for a little while.â
Max pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. âTake all the time you need. This place already feels like home.â
#max verstappen#f1#formula 1#max verstappen x reader#f1 x reader#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen masterlist#max verstappen x you#f1 imagine#max verstappen fluff#max verstappen blurb#max verstappen one shot#max verstappen oneshot#max verstappen fic#f1 x y/n#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 fanfic#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 x you
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the ranch manager
joel miller x f!reader (one shot)
warnings/tags: age gap (legal - 20s/50s), joel wearing a cowboy hat needs its own warning, kinda yellowstone drama vibes, tipsy? sex (joel, not reader)-everyone consenting here!, outdoor sex, piv sex, fingering, edging, mdni 18+
word count: 3.1k
a/n: fun fact- my dad owns a ranch in wyoming so i do have some first hand knowledge lol (except for the sexy ranch manager thing) but my recent visit inspired this as they were gathering cows while i was there. i hope you enjoy!
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This stupid city was going to drive you nuts. Chicago was everything you wanted when you moved there. The big city was so much better than the extreme quiet of Jackson, Wyoming where your family owned and operated a ranch. You grew up in the small city your whole life, finally wanting some freedom in college but after your 3rd year there it was starting to feel cramped. There is no privacy in the city, everyone stacked on top of each other, too many people, too little space. You needed out, just for a while.
So you found yourself back home, at the ranch. The sprawling space on the property made you feel more at peace than you ever felt in the city. It was your second day back home when you met some of the new staff working for your dad. Tess was kind of like a supervisor for the younger guys who did the day to day work. Tommy and his wife Maria were kind of doing a little of everything; ordering, organizing and even some cowboying.
Then you met Joel, the ranch manager. He was broad and imposing in the best way possible. The salt and pepper beard framed his plush lips that rarely curled into a slight but striking smile. His hooked nose looked like it would brush all the right places and you longed to run your fingers through his dark waves. While he looked to be in about his late 40âs or early 50âs, he was built and honestly sexy as hell.
You knew you needed him.
Because of his initial grumpy demeanor he did intimidate you at first but his soft brown eyes gave away his true nature. Over the few days you were back in town you had been around Joel a lot more, you ended up helping out with small projects on the farm. You were cleaning out some of the horse stalls when you heard him.
Joel was carrying bags of feed into the tack room as he barked orders at one of the workers. Both hands were full as he passed by the stall you were in and you knew the door he was heading to was closed. You knew this was your chance to be with him alone. You knew the moment you met Joel you wanted him, despite the fact that he worked with your dad and he was almost as old as him too. You rushed over to grab the door handle before he reached it, holding it open for him.
âOh thanks darlinâ,â god and his voice. It was deep and rough and it slid down your spine like honey. His southern drawl was rich and it made him all the more alluring.
âNo problem, need any help?â
âActually could yaâ help me get the bags into the bin?â He handed you a box cutter, signaling for you to cut open the bags so he could refill the bin. As you finished your task, Joel came over to take the box cutter back.
God he looked good, he always looked good. You could smell his cologne as he came closer and suddenly it felt like the temperature rose 10 degrees.
Little did you know Joel was eyeing you the whole time, watching the way your legs looked in the jeans that were practically skin tight. The way your hair was messed out of your loose braid, falling around your face in a halo, always drawing his eye.
âThanks for the help, sugar,â his drawl made your panties wet.
âSugar?â you licked your lips, unable to look away from his.
He looked sort of panicked for a moment, like he thought he overstepped. You loved it. He saw that you loved it. He must have decided itâs too much of a risk as he stepped away from you and stuttered a response before pocketing his knife.
âUh⊠thanks for your help darlinâ,â he mumbled as he backed away and out of the tack room and he kind of tripped on his own feet. You felt a little guilty liking the way you made him nervous but it was such a rush. To reduce this larger and older man to a mumbling mess was a huge ego boost.
You followed him out, closing the distance until you were just a few feet away. You saw his eyes widen as he watched you come closer and you felt that surge of satisfaction hit your stomach again.
âOf course, anything you need Joel. Anything.â You tried to sound as seductive as possible and it must have worked as the tips of his ears turned a dusty pink.
âTh-thanks darlinâ⊠Iâ uh Iâll let you know if⊠if I need anything else,â his voice broke as he tripped again and tried to put distance between you two. Even though it was obvious he was trying to politely decline you, he was still tempted. His gaze fell to your lips, then your chest and further down until it bounced back to your eyes.
When it looked like he was about to pass out you finally relented.
âOk Joel, see ya!â You sounded chipper and giddy as you skipped away from him and he finally let out a breath he was holding in.
He needed to control himself but he had a feeling that was going to be difficult with you around.
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The next time you saw Joel was the big day on the ranch. It was the day the cows were rounded up and tested for pregnancy. By 7am the vet was already set up and the ranch hands along with Tommy and Maria were gathering cows into the corals. You ventured outside to find your dad and Joel standing at the fence watching the crew work.
âHey kid, howâd you sleep?â Your dad looked tired himself but Joel on the other hand, he seemed nervous.
âPretty good, I forgot how quiet it is here at night. In Chicago itâs always loud.â
You looked over at Joel who was on the other side of your dad and he looked like he was ready to jump in with the restless cows just to get away from this conversation.
âWhy arenât you out there Joel? Donât they need you?â You tried to sound innocent but by the look in his eye, he knew you were trying to see how much you could push him.
Your dad laughed and clapped his friend on the shoulder. âOh the old man here hurt his back so he has to sit out.â
âTwo old men⊠how do you two get anything done?â
Your dad looked at you with a fake hurt expression. âWoah⊠Iâm not the one with a hurt back!â
âOk dad but youâre also not the one out there on a horse soâŠâ
Joel now patted your dad on the back. âSheâs gotâcha there buddy.â
Your dad stood between you both and swiveled his head back and forth. âYou guys suckâŠâ He conveniently found someone who needed his attention and left you alone with Joel. You both stood at the fence and watched the organized chaos as the ranch hands and vet work on each cow.
âSo how long yâhere for?â Joel's voice seemed a little nervous.
âWell⊠Iâm not sure. The longer Iâm here the less I want to go back.â You turned to find him already looking over at you. âItâs just so⊠peaceful here.â
âI hear yaâ,â he adjusted the cowboy hat sitting on his head. âWell except on preg-test day.â Just to prove his point, a cow screeched and tried to run from the herd right towards the two of you. Just as it reached the fence Joel grabbed both of your shoulders and pulled you away, right into his chest. You stumbled a bit but he held you until you were able to keep yourself upright. You look up to find the fence completely caved in, if Joel hadnât grabbed you, you would have been bleeding on the floor by now.
âThaâthanks Joel.â Your voice made you sound way more shaken up than you intended. âJesus, damn cows.â
âThey really do hate this vet stuff. Letâs go inside, I need another coffee.â
The two of you went into the ranch office, starting another pot of coffee knowing the cowboys would want more later. When the mugs were full of steaming caffeine, you sat down at the table waiting for Joel to join you.
âYou ok, cowboy?â You looked at him up and down, his nervous demeanor evident in his stance.
He flashed that crooked smile as he sat next to you and removed his hat, placing it on the table upside down. You each sipped your coffee and you thought to yourself how kind of sweet it was that this big bad-ass rancher was reduced to an anxious mess by your hand.
The silence was too much to bear and needing a reprieve you picked up his hat and tried it on. It was way too big for your head as it was fitted to him, so it slipped down your forehead. Before you got a chance to adjust it, Joel tipped the brim up above your eyebrows. When he did, your eyes met and for once he was the one making your heart skip a beat. His deep amber eyes were locked on yours and his enticing lips framed by that gray-speckled beard were making you short of breath. All either of you could do was stare at each other, unable to break the spell. Suddenly you realized he was still holding onto the hat brim, then he slid his fingers down along your cheek as a sigh escaped your lips.
âYâknow darlinâ⊠fuck, this is wrong,â he was breathless, like the air was stolen from his lungs.
âWhat⊠whatâs wrong, Joel?â You were baiting him, making him say the words.
âItâs wrong how much⊠how much I wanna kiss you.â
Fuck, he was making you weak.
âWhy donât you?â
That suddenly shook him out of his trance, moving away and settling back into his chair, he looked more angry now, maybe in himself.
âI canât⊠we canât. It ainât right.â
âWhy?â You tried not to sound upset so as to scare him away.
ââCus, Iâm too old and your dad would murder us both,â he looked wrecked. His pupils were saucers and his breath was quick. He looked out the office windows like he was looking for your dad, expecting him to be watching through the glass.
âIf you want to talk more⊠Iâll be down at the lake tonight. midnight.â
And with that you walked off, a saunter in your steps and his hat on your head.
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The lake on the property wasnât large but it was somewhere you often felt peace. Itâs a good way out from the house so itâs always quiet, the only noise now was the quiet hum of bugs.
You wore a light sleeping dress and robe over it and of course Joelâs hat. It was still pretty warm at night so you were more than comfortable. As you laid out on the blanket in the grass, you thought to yourself that if Joel doesnât show, you know your answer. You checked your phone for the time; â12:07pmâ flashed across the screen. Maybe that was your answer.
âDarlinâ?â
Your heart skipped. He came.
You turn to find Joel breaking through the trees, his broad shoulders stretching a dark sweatshirt and hips hugged by those damn jeans.
âWow, I really thought you wouldnât come.â
He now looked surprised. âWell someone took my favorite hat.â
âThatâs all you came for? The hat?â You faced him as he came and sat down next to you, very close to you.
âMaybe not all I came forâŠ,â he gave you that dazzling smile thatâs so rare for him.
You did notice something different, heâs more relaxed, more fluid in his movements.
âJoel, are you drunk?â
He had a kind of spacey look on his face and a twinkle in his eye that shone when he laughed. âWell darlinâ, I had oneâŠa few. I was a lilâ nervousâŠâ He looked a little ashamed at his admission.
âThatâs ok. Got any more on you?â To your surprise he pulled out a half empty flask from his pants pocket. He opened it for you and took a sip then handed it to you, his eyes drawn to how your lips wrapped around it and whiskey escaped the sides. âThanks cowboy. Whatâs got you so nervous, huh?â
He looked at you bashfully as he took another sip before clearing his throat. âWell donât yâthink itâs a little odd for an old man like me to entertain a young pretty thing like you?â
You were so close to him you could smell the soap he must have used mixed with a smell thatâs uniquely him. He smells woodsy and manly and inviting and mixed with the feeling of having him so close led you to be bold. He froze as your lips connected, the split second before you melted into each other was one of pure bliss. His lips were softer than you expected and his tongue even softer, both working to take you apart at the seams.
You pulled apart, catching your breath and taking each other in now.
âYouâ you think Iâm⊠pretty?â Your voice was horse and laced with desire.
Joelâs laugh was fuller now, a deep rumbling thing that made you shiver. âThe prettiest girl Iâve ever seen.â While he was definitely bubblier than usual, he was deadly serious about this. His deep brown eyes were all the comfort you required and they conveyed his truth; you were everything he could ever want. âI have to ask you darlinâ, are you sure you want this? Yânot just doing this to stick it to your dad or nothinâ?â
You smiled at his genuine concern, a sweet gesture from a man who doesnât want to harm you.
âJoel, ever since Iâve met you, I couldn't get you out of my mind.â
His twinkly eyes widened a bit as a shaken breath escaped his lips. Before he had a chance to respond, you were on him. You straddled his thick thighs and clasped your hands in his dark curls, drawing his mouth to you. The two of you moved together in sync, like you were made for each other. The sparks flying higher as you ground in his lap, trying to create any friction to soothe the ache settled low in your belly.
Joelâs callused hands skimmed your skin, the roughness a stark contrast to your nightgown sliding across your body. He is all man and it was making your cunt throb, you knew you needed him inside you.
âJ-Joel, please,â it came out more as a whine.
âJust holâon darlinâ,â he shuffled you around so you were draped on the blanket in the grass and he hovered above you. His nimble fingers pushed under your nightgown, hooked around the thin fabric of your panties and pulled them off your legs. His eyes never left your skin as more was exposed to him, his chest expanding with a deep inhale.
âWhat did I do to deserve this?â He was mostly speaking to himself, like he was not sure you were even really beneath him.
âP-please IâŠ,â your pleas were cut off by him prying your legs open and sliding two fingers through your gathered wetness. âOh GodâŠâ
To say this man blew your mind would be the understatement of the century. His fingers moved in a way that drew out the deepest pleasure and moans that rival a professional. Thank goodness that no one was around and you could make as much noise as you wanted. He worked his fingers into you with passion and brought you close to the edge.
âIâm c-close. Youâre gonna make me cum,â you were delirious with lust. Just as you were about to fall off the edge he pulled away. The noise that left you surprised both of you, sounding more like an animal than human.
He was just as eager as you, unzipping and lowering his pants until he was free. You caught a glimpse of him and knew he was not only enjoying the way you writhed on his fingers, he was preparing you.
âI wanna feel you cum on me, got it darlinâ?â
He stroked himself a few times with your arousal, slicking himself as he notched the tip at your entrance. A groan escaped both of you as he slid inside, the stretch of him was almost too much until it dissolved into the most blinding pleasure youâve ever experienced. You fit together better than any puzzle or lock and key. You were already so close to the edge before but now he was hitting a place inside you that no one else ever had. The coil was winding tighter with every push of his hips, his lips devouring you from your neck to the tips of your breasts. Every move he made felt like heaven and he felt like your god.
âJ-Joel⊠Iâm-Iâm gonnaâ gonna cum,â every word was cut off by a moan.
Suddenly he sat up straight, keeping up his movements as he brought his hand down to where youâre joined and circled your clit. The sharp movements shot pleasure through every limb, making you writhe in his lap.
âCum for me baby⊠I wanna feel you squeeze my cock darlinâ,â his voice was rough like gravel, rumbling through his chest into yours.
That was it.
The command was all you needed to push you over the edge. Your back arched as the tidal wave of pleasure overtook you and your legs locked around his hips.
âOh fuck⊠yes. Thatâs my good girl,â he fucked you through it. His fingers and hips kept up their movements until he fell apart. He stilled inside of you as a deep moan broke free before pushing his spend deeper inside you. You could still feel him pulsing inside of you as you both came down from your highs.
As you lay beside him and looked up at the stars, the sounds of the night surrounding you, Joel wrapped you in his large arms. You talked and kissed and cuddled all night, only breaking apart once the sun started to rise.
He walked you back to your house before heading off to his own, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.
âAm I finally allowed to have my hat back?â
You took the Stetson off your head and placed it back onto his. You looked down to see your panties sticking out of his jeans pocket.
âWell howâs that fair when you get to keep something of mine?â
âNo one said itâs fair, darlinâ. You can have something of mine next time.â
Next time. Your stomach warmed at the idea. Maybe youâd have to stay here a lot longer than expected.
#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#joel miller x f!reader#fanfic#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#joel miller#tlou#lady djarin
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And I will stay alive for my future self, so they can one day learn to be kind to who I was as a child. And I will teach them to honor who we used to be, so they can remember the comfort of what once was our untempered flesh and gentle soul. Me and myself are each a fresh wound and a rough scab, bearing respectively the gift of green faith and honed will.
This has been in my draft for a while because I was determined to post this only after I knew what I should write underneath it. Iâve read a lot on the concept of healing the wounded inner child since even before my c-ptsd diagnosis. However, Iâve sought as much comfort in my little self as they had in me. Looking back, I was an impressively emotionally-intuitive kid. I remember well how I used to think, the things I would write to my future self; they were wiser and gentler than I could ever hope to be as an adult. Needless to say, the little poem above is inspired by the aforementioned experience. Sure, big me is armed with a more developed pre-frontal cortex and access to invaluable resources (coping mechanisms, therapy, on and offline communities) , but I struggle to rediscover/reinvent my identity. Little me was the biggest vestige of my lost personhood. So yeah, this might be just a huge self-indulgent projection with my favorite character, but thinking that post-S3 Hunter would also be in my shoes is not completely baseless. 16yrs old Hunter is the fresh wound (a lot of things happened before his teen years, but Iâm going to interpret the events of Hollow Mind - which happened when Hunter was 16 - as the ultimate boiling point in his trauma timeline, hence the âfresh wound') and 20yrs old Hunter is the rough scab. Each version of Hunter could be dealing with a different set of trauma-induced symptoms. I think his loyalty to Belos kept him going as a child. Being doubtless was important to Hunter back then; it held his sense of self together. And maybe when he survived and was rewarded the time and space to grow into his own person and live for himself, there was this lasting emptiness. I feel this sort of emptiness even today. My only reference of what âwholenessâ felt like was when I was obedient to my family. I equated self-abandonment as the righteous norm. The symptoms I deal with today are definitely different from when I was Hunterâs age pre-time-skip. Now that Hunter is in a safe space and an adult post-time skip, he might also need to seek that strength from his younger self. Reminding himself of how far heâs come and the parts of him that he'd like to keep from his past. The parts that he knows in his bones are purely his - not instilled by Belos, not inherited from Caleb.
#the two pic look so different lol they were completed with a month in between them#if you actually read the whole thing#thank you means a lot#i hope it made some sense- i rarely put into words these sort of thoughts so im kinda all over the place#hunter toh#hunter noceda#the owl house#the owl house season 3#toh season 3#toh#toh hunter#toh s3#toh s3e1#toh s3e2#for the future#thanks to them#toh spoilers#cw: abuse#cw: trauma#hunter deamonne#toh s3ep3#watching and dreaming#the owl house spoilers#owl house#thank you dana#toh literally saved and changed my life
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not made of glass
Summary:Â After shopping for your Christmas tree and running into an old acquaintance, Bucky's mood completely changes.
Pairing:Â director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader
Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), degrading, praising, chokĂng, teasing, dirty talk, language, pet names, come eating, jealousy, a little metal arm kĂnk, daddy kĂnk, no condom (but they are both clean and r is on birth control), implied aftercare, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 3.3K
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A/N: An extra thank you @lavenderhaze967â for her help and support!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
Heâs sulking. You donât know what happened since you came from the tree shopping, but heâs been like this for hours.
âAre you sure youâre okay? I can try to take over,â you offer for the fourth time from the living room.
You donât know how to cook. And even if you tried, you wouldnât be as good as him, but you donât want him to do it if he doesnât feel alright.
âNo, no, itâs fine.â
You sigh when you hear his voice. He sounds so off... but he refuses to tell you whatâs happening, and you canât push him more. Maybe itâs work.
âBucky, you know you donât have to do anything, right? We can order something. If you donât feel like it, I can even...â But you pause, knowing better than to continue the sentence. Both: give you some space or leave you alone for a bit would be wrong. âDid something happen? With the project I mean.â
You drop the ornament on the couch and make your way to the kitchen.
Without waiting for him to answer, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pulling his back even tighter against your chest.
The Christmas tree and the food can wait. And you definitely donât care about his covered in flour apron. You just want him to know youâre there.
You feel him tense for a few seconds, but you donât move, instead you place your palms on his chest and hug him harder. Thatâs when he melts, his shoulders dropping a little. You smile before leaving a small kiss below the back of his neck.
âWho made you mad? Who do I kick?â
âIâm not... I told you Iâm not mad,â he murmurs, but you donât buy it.
âEver since we bought the tree, youâve been acting strange. Youâre so tense, bubba.â
Bucky sighs, shaking his head at the same time as he decides to cover your hands with his. Theyâre warm and a little sweaty.
âI am just nervous about the food. I donât want to screw it up.â
âDid I do something wrong? Tell me, donât lie to me when I clearly want to solve this.â
You take a step back, upset, dropping your hands. This is not going to be a good conversation if he isnât going to really talk. You donât even know what you did wrong.
âHey, hey! You didnât do anything wrong. I am so sorry, but itâs really-â
âIf you say itâs nothing one more time!â You snap, unable to keep your voice down. You donât want to fight with him, you never do. Itâs the worst feeling in the world, but he refuses to share. He is so stubborn!
âI am sorry.â
âJust tell me what happened. What made your mood change like that?â
âItâs silly,â he says, wiping his hands on his apron. âNothing happened. Just... you know, it happens.â
Of course mood changes can just happen, but, in his case, unless itâs something that is really bothering him, it doesnât last for so long. And he always talked to you about it, so it must be something you did.
âDid I do something Bucky? Did you,â you bite your lip when you feel yourself starting to get teary. Youâre not going to be a cry baby. âFeel embarrassed by me?â
He jumps, bringing his hands to cup your face gently. You donât move, enjoying his touch so much. âBubba, no! No, no, no. I told you, youâre perfect. Fuck,â he curses, looking away. âI should be the one asking you that... if you feel embarrassed to be seen with meâ
âWhat?â
âWhen we met with your... friend. I know we talked about our age difference before and all of that, but-â
You interrupt him before he can finish that sentence, still shocked. He was sulking for hours because he thought youâre unhappy to be seen with him all of a sudden? âWhen have I ever been embarrassed to be seen with you, bubba? I thought I made my feelings quite clear from the beginning. Did I say something today to make you feel this way?â
Youâre trying to remember anything that could have triggered this type of thought, any gesture... anything, but you genuinely canât find anything.
âThis is the thing... you didnât. You were just yourself: sweet, funny, and amazing. You reunited with your friend and all I could think was how much I want to...â He closes his eyes as if heâs fighting something inside his mind.
âWanted to do what?â You push him to continue, happy he is finally opening up. You hate when you donât know what heâs thinking about because you canât reassure him like this.
âIâm a jerk, baby. I wanted to wipe off the smile on his face and take you to the car to fuck you. Itâs immature, I know.â He brings his hands to his hair and he pulls. And pulls. âBut Iâve never had this urge before. It was eating me alive.â
âYou were jealous of Mickey?â
âI was, yeah,â he admits immediately. âThe way he looked at you, the familiarity, the jokes... you giggled at his comments, and I thought I am gonna make a scene right there and then fuck you until youâre so full with my come you start dripping.â
That surprises you even more. You didnât expect him to be jealous, especially not on this level since heâs always calm and collected, and youâre the one going crazy. And him wanting to fuck you with this urgency? It makes it even more interesting.
âHe smiled quite a lot, didnât he?â You bring your hand casually to his chest again. âWell, we know each other after all. He was one of my professorsâ assistant, remember?â
Oh, how can he forget?
âYeah, I remember very well, baby, trust me.â
âShould I tell you a little secret?â You move your fingers up until they reach his bottom lip. You want to distract him, to push him to get what he wants, ao you can see more of this side of him. âI kinda had a crush on him. He was like the hottest guy in my classes, you know?â
She immediately notices a flicker of darkness in his eyes, as if sheâs just touched a nerve.
âYou had a crush on him, huh?â He asks through his teeth, but not aggressively at all, more like challenging. He probably knows what youâre trying to do, but he still responds.
âYep.â You grin playfully. âA huge one. My first real crush to be honest.â
âYouâre enjoying this.â Bucky shakes his head, smiling.
âI donât enjoy you thinking Iâd be embarrassed to be seen with you.â
Surprisingly, he grabs your waist, pulling you toward him. You whimper when your breasts crush against his chest but stay still.
âYou know exactly what I meant, donât play.â
âAnd I see your mood changed all of a sudden.â
âAre you horny because I got jealous? Is that it, baby? You want me to-â
You groan, interrupting him, as you move your hips a little to meet his.
âI am horny because you were so close to going feral on me.â
Bucky smiles in a way you donât think youâve seen him smile before. Itâs playful in a different way, as if heâs hiding something, and the fact youâre in the dark brings him endless satisfaction. Then he grabs your cheeks with his left hand, the coldness making you jump a little.
âYou wanted me to go feral on you, huh?â
You donât let him enjoy the moment for too long as you cover his hand just to move it lower until it rests on your neck, nothing youâve never done before. But he surprises you again by actually squeezing the sides teasingly without taking his eyes off you.
You canât help but whimper. Youâve wanted him to choke you for so long, but you didnât want to push. It looks like he did too.
âWant you to go feral on me now too.â
You expect him to tease a bit longer, maybe even make you beg for it, but he doesnât. He quickly rips your shirt in half, buttons flying eveywhere in the room, but he doesnât give a fuck.
At least you arenât wearing a bra, otherwise it would be ripped, too.
Heâs not gentle when he turns you around by your hair, and you groan, the pain bringing pleasure, when you feel his fingers close to your roots. Your knees are suddenly weak too, but his grip on your waist as he pushes down your pants and panties at the same time keeps you on your feet.
Heâs never been so fierce with you... always so careful. But you wanted this. You craved this.
âYouâre gonna get it, donât worry.â He pulls your hair again, and you moan. âGonna make you my comeslut in a sec. Walk.â
You donât say anything as you move to the living room quickly, with his hand still in your hair. You step out of pants and panties right before you reach the threshold. You donât him to slow down, you want him to fuck you the way he craved it when you ran into Mickey.
âHands and knees.â
You turn your head as much as his grip allows it and smile. âAsk me nicely and maybe Iâll consider it since you held back today. Why should I-â
But he doesnât let you even finish your sentence as he is pulling your hair to guide you down. Heâs not even doing it hard, but it makes you so wet. You love this side so fucking much.
âIâd advise you to do what youâre told.â
Even his tone is more demanding and deeper. You close your eyes and, despite your urge to be a brat again, you get on hands and knees as he told you. You want his cock more than anything.
âLike this?â You tilt your head enough so he can see your smirk, knowing the patronizing tone will drive him crazier.
âNeed to fuck the attitude out of you, donât I?â He smiles back, lowering his sweatpants. You turn your head, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you blush.
âYou can try, but we both know thatâs-â
Heâs not just at your entrance, heâs pushing inside you.
You gasp, surprised he did this without warning you.
âYou okay?â
You nod, hoping he can see you, when he grabs your ass. He pushed only a bit, waiting for your approval.
âBubba?â He whispers, and you can sense the worry in his voice. But youâre really wet and horny, and you want to be fucked.
âF-fine. Iâm fine, keep going. Please.â
âWho?â
âJames?â You try, unsure, feeling him getting inside you deeper and deeper.
âSweetheart, thatâs not what you usually like to call me, is it? Donât lie to yourself.â
âW-what?â The way heâs filling you makes it impossible for you to focus. You can barely breathe properly.
âArenât you a comeslut for daddy? Why do you prolong your suffering?â
âIâm not...â you whimper, playing around. âIâm not a comeslut.â
âYouâre right, youâre not. Yet.â
He starts thrusting pretty slowly, probably wanting to make sure youâre getting used to it, but his hand in your hair shows you that things arenât going to be so tame for long.
âGod, look how fucking wet you are, doll. Taking me so well, hungry for my cock.â
You whimper, thrusting your ass back because, as he speaks, he slips out of you completely, letting you empty.
âDaddy, please.â
You donât care if your neediness is evident in your voice, Bucky already knows youâre desperate for him. And after heâs been sulking and refusing to tell you why, he owes you this.
âWhat?â
âCome on, fuck me. Gimmie... gimmie your cock. Pound me. Didnât you say you were gonna go feral?â
He doesnât need another invitation, and you realize immediately he is not going to hold back as he grabs your hips with more force than before and slams inside you. His balls hit your clit over and over again, and you moan even louder, tilting your head so he can get the hint you want him to pull your hair. But he ignores it.
He continues to fuck you without stopping, making sure to almost pull out completely a couple of times just to push back in hard, driving you crazy.
âA crush, huh? Your first real crush.â He sneaks his metal arm under your body and squeezes one of your breasts.
Jesus!
âB-Bucky!â
âTry again or I stop right fucking now. Iâll use your mouth, and you wonât get to come.â
You gasp and almost tell him he wouldnât dare, but wouldnât he?
âD-daddy, please. I love you.â
Even though you canât see him, you know heâs smiling.
âDo you?â
âSo much, please donât stop.â
Heâs slowing down a little so you can speak, matching his thrusts with the way he is playing with your breasts.
âYouâre so adorable when youâre cockdrunk. But should I-â
âPlease, I had a crush on you too.â
When he frees your breast, you want to scream. You didnât lie, and he knew it. You had a huge crush on him as you were filming, but it was innocent and cute. The dirty thoughts started after, so why is he so annoying?
He doesnât drop his hand, though. He moves it higher, wrapping it around your neck.
âThatâs it?â He playfully squeezes the sides of your neck, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. He knows exactly what buttons to push, and the more you fuck, the better it gets. âJust a crush?â
âI love you, daddy. And I need it faster, please.â
He doesnât just fuck you faster as you want, he also somehow fucks you deeper, his fingers tightening instinctively on your hips. Youâre a moaning mess at this point, unable to say anything else but his name, and even that comes out stuttered.
You can barely keep your head straight when he starts really choking you. You expect to feel like youâre suffocating, some panic or discomfort, but his cold grip on your neck only makes it hard for you to focus on anything... impossible to think, and a little dizzy.
âYouâre a fucking tease, arenât you?â
Tears. You feel many tears leaving hot trails on your cheek. You canât even open your eyes.
âYou just wanted to be pounded so hard that you taunted daddy with his jealousy. Bad girl.â
Youâre so, so close, you can barely even hear him. Your ears are ringing and you moan loudly. You have no idea how he even can speak.
âFuck,â he whimpers when you unconsciously move your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more before he slaps your ass twice. The moan you let out is so high pitched even you are surprised. âThatâs what you want, isnât it? Youâre a whore for a bit of pain.â
You are. You love it with him because you trust him. You know heâd never go too far even when heâs wild and crazy like this. And that only turns you on more and more. Youâre so close that you can almost taste it.
âBut youâre my little baby, arenât you? Iâm the one y-you need. Fuck!â
Youâre screaming before he can even finish speaking as the strongest orgasm youâve ever experienced takes over your body. Itâs a blinding pleasure you can feel everywhere: from your pussy to your head and even fingers. And the way he keeps thrusting in and out of you at the same speed prolongs it.
âD-daddy, please,â you groan when the pleasure turns into sensitivity. You want him to feel at least half as good as you do. You try to open your eyes as you tilt your head back so he can see you, but the tears make your sight blurry. âPlease... c-come inside me. Give me your come, fill me up, I neeeed it.â
And while he moans your name, he does, making you realize heâs been really holding back his release all this time. He drops his hand from your neck just to grab a handful of your tit and squeeze as he comes. And comes. And comes.
âJesus, d-doll. Take my come. Got so much for you. So, so much.â
You love how feral he is, how it feels to be used like this. You want to be his toy.
âThank you, daddy. Thank you for your come.â
You feel the pressure and weight of his chest pressing against your back, but he doesnât let go of your breast, fondling it gently.
âFuck, this was...â He doesnât even finish his sentence, trying to catch his breath. You are both sweaty and warm, but you donât care. You love being so close to him.
âThis was so fucking good, bubba. Why did you hold back all this time?â
He doesnât answer straight away, instead he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to the middle of your back, rising at the same time.
âDidnât want to hurt you, bubba.â
âTold you I am not made of glass!â You try to stand up, too, but your knees are so wobbly that Bucky has to help you, wrapping his metal arm around your waist. You feel his come start to drip out little by little and you moan, scooping some of the come with two fingers and then bringing it to your lips.
You whimper the moment you get a taste, looking at Bucky to show him exactly how you feel about it. Quickly, you bring your index finger that is still covered in come to his lips, wanting to share with him.
Without hesitation, he opens his mouth, letting you smear some come on his tongue before he cleans it all by lapping at your finger.
You smile. âPromise you wonât hold back, and that youâll talk to me the next time you feel like this. I could never be embarrassed by you or to be seen with you, bubba. Youâre my baby, okay?â
Bucky smiles too, letting your finger out of his mouth with a pop. âIâm sorry, youâre right. And youâre my baby, too.â
âI know, but I was scared I did something really wrong and I didnât...â
You donât know how to continue, but you donât have to as he pulls you into a tight hug, your head resting against his chest.
âI am sorry. I let the jealousy blind me because I felt insecure. I sometimes wonder if Iâm enough for you.â
âEnough?â You sigh, kissing him all over his chest T-shirt. âYou are everything, and you make me so happy. Please, donât ever doubt that!â
âIâll try, bubba, and thank you.â You feel his lips on top of your head, so you close your eyes, enjoying this moment. Youâre gonna show him how much he means to you even more. âDo you feel sore?â
âA little,â you snort. âBut it was soooo worth it. We have to do that again. Gosh, and the way you choked me, Mr. Barnes!â
He starts laughing at your tone, which makes you laugh too. This is your Bucky. You love him so much that you wish you could take away all of his fears and second thoughts. He is yours, and you are his.
âNoted, baby. Youâre not made of glass.â
âNope.â You break the hug just to take a step back and look around. You made a mess, and you havenât even finished with the Christmas tree.
Itâs gonna be a long evening.
âGonna run you a bath, then we can continue with,â he waves around. âDeal?â
âDeal.â
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfic#celebrity!bucky barnes#dilf!bucky barnes#dilf!bucky#director!bucky barnes#director!bucky#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x y/n#my stories#my fanfics#marvel fanfiction#marvel fanfic#sebastian stan
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was reminded recently that this month is the 10-year anniversary of my Leverage vid Parachute, aka one of the most popular things I've ever made. Happy ten years to this vid! I still adore this OT3.
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AO3 link if you wanna kudos/comment after all this time đ
a few making-of reminiscences about this vid below!
The sound of Parker's parachute snapping in the wind, at the very beginning, was from freesound.org, and one of the first times I put non-source audio in a vid! I love how that little sound takes you into the soundspace and focuses you on the central metaphor of the vid.
This was also one of the first vids where I edited the music in a levelling-up kind of way. I had cut songs before to make them shorter for vidding, but in this one, I needed to add more songâto make the transition from Parker/Hardison to Eliot have more space to breathe. So I copied the instrumental section from elsewhere in the vid and copied it to create some space between the chorus and the verse introducing Eliot.
I accidentally clipped a WHOLE BUNCH of Leverage in the wrong framerate for this vid? This is back when I was using MPEG Streamclip to make clips for vidding, and I input the wrong framerate. As a result a bunch of clips had extra frames that I had to cut out by hand (reclipping would have taken too longâthis was in the last gasp days of using MPEG Streamclip when it would chug and huff away for ages to make a clip, because the footage was getting too big for the program OR my computer to really handle easily).
There's one shot of Hardison that I wish I'd colour-corrected (I colour-corrected some stuff in this vid but it was before my era of being super into colour correction). He's way too green! I notice it every time! Poor green Hardison.
Making this vid really taught me about how important it is to know what kinds of shots you've got and how to spend themâin order to create the OT3 in the vid, it's essential to withhold shots of the three of them in the same frame till almost the end. It's twosomes, twosomes, twosomes, up until the end when SUDDENLY you get these fabulous shots of all three of them in frame and it's such a RELIEF to see that. It's not like, a shot of the three of them in bed together or anything, obviously I didn't have that footage (Leverage Redemption, lookin at you) but the fact that those kinds of shots are withheld throughout the vid and then lavished on the viewer suddenly creates a feeling of something snapping into place, I think, that you wouldn't have otherwise.
When I was vidding the Parker/Eliot section, I struggled a lot, because they had the lyric "hand behind my neck/arm around my waist" and I was looking and looking for stuff where they touched, but the interesting thing about them is that they DON'T touch much, Parker just doesn't touch people who aren't Hardison very much, and the vid flowed much better when I gave up on matchy-matching that lyric that was literally about touch and instead showing the moments where Eliot is helping and respecting Parker (eg teaching her to fight, giving her a boost). Sometimes the lyrics should be disobeyed!
I loved making this vid so much that I made another vid right after it, using some footage that I hadn't used in this vid because it was a little too slow or too sad, and I love that vid too but it gets less attention. Anyhow if you like Parachute and you read all this way, please enjoy my other Leverage OT3 vid, which is called "too peculiar for love."
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Past saves Present
Og fic ig
In some cultures, it is believed that children are able to remember bits of their past lives till the ages of 3-5.
For Danny, the opposite was true. He got his memories at exactly the second he turned 5.
And he had to promptly dodge the blade of the boy in front of him.
His brother, his mind supplied. His twin.
Danny stopped swinging his own sword, focusing on dodging and avoiding the fate of being a slashed pillow. His new/earned skills especially helped with that greatly as his head was seriously trying to re-kill him.
"I yield," he rasped as he jumped away from his brother and looked at their Mother. "My head hurts, Mother," he added pitifully.
His twin looked slightly concerned for a second, before schooling his face in a way Grandfather has been teaching them.
"Tch." But he did put away the blade before their Mother, said a word.
"Dynial, Damian, you are not to stop until you have received permission in the future."
The boys nodded. Mother took their hands and led them out of the private training ground back to their rooms.
Danny spent the rest of the day lying down, slightly feverish and miserable as his brain was processing and acclimating the new set of memories. Clockwork said it wouldn't be too bad. We'll, the clock bustard has been wrong. It fucking sucked.
His brother was hovering. Their Mother was always around, not letting anyone into their space. Ra's is being kept in the dark.
A peaceful rest was all he needed for his brain to finish sorting out new information. And Danny was stuck in a bit of a dilemma.
You see, Damian and Dynial love their Mother, strive to be the best Demon Twins, and see nothing wrong with their life so far.
Their hands are still clean.
Danny, on the other hand, has many MANY choice words for his current situation and one Clock Ghost.
You want to try reincarnation ONE time! No wonder others don't really do that.
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Their days continued like they did before he got his memory back. It wasn't hard to be Dynial when he actually was him.
The nights were filled with planning. And a personally assigned mission: get Damian to be interested in normal things.
Stars weren't much of a hit. Uncultured child.
Animals were a little intriguing.
Simple art and craft projects seemed to hit the spot.
Keeping their little meetings and activities hidden wasn't as hard as one would think. Mother still had her missions. The two of them were often left alone in their wing of the place, the supervisors being allowed only till the doors. Ra's was the Head. He didn't check in on them all the time. The two of them weren't slacking in their training either and were considered prodigies.
Danny wanted out of this Cult.
A many months after feeding different information, facts, crafts and so on to his brother, Damian was curious. He was suspicious about the sudden knowledge but he was also 5. He only had to reference the Lazarus Pit (unfiltered and dirty ectoplasm? Seriously? Clockwork, you can't expect him to work on his vocation) once to convince the child.
They snooped around and found out that they had a father out in the world.
Danny got a plan.
It was super stupid. And dangerous as hell. As well as literally (half)suicidal. But he felt it in his chest and knew he'd succeed.
His Core was here. But it was sleeping. And if he wanted to be safe and away from here, he needed to start it up again.
The big pool of Ecto would do just fine. His Core would filter out the impurities.
He didn't want to stay here until his hands no longer protected. He didn't want such life for his brother either.
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Damian infiltrated the Lazarus Room just in time to see his brother jump into the Pit.
He ran to the edge.
He was sinking.
The green was too bright. The smell around them was too much. His ears rang.
He reached towards the water, eyes unseeing and hands numb. His heartbeat was too loud.
His brother's wasn't loud enough.
"Don't touch the puddles, Dami, you'll get sick," a gentle, cold hand stopped him from diving.
The child looked up. His brother was floating above the water. He looked all wrong. But he was there.
"I didn't want you to see this part..." his brother laughed awkwardly as he landed next to him. A bright ring of light blinded Damian for a second.
And his brother was back.
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Getting used to his powers again felt nice but tedious. Soothing his twin was heartbreaking. He didn't think this through hard enough.
Their Mother was none the wiser to the fact that one of her children died and came back. Nore was she privy to the escape being planned by both.
On one moonless night, when Mother wasn't there, the shift was changing and the world was asleep; two boys phased through the walls and flew. Small bags of stuff were strapped onto them as they traveled to their father.
Mother's notes called him Bruce Wayne, Batman, Beloved and Detective.
It wasn't hard to find him when they arrived.
Though, Danny didn't expect a furless furry and a pantless child to be their new family.
Can he ever get a normal Family???
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dc x dp crossover#I did a thing#for the sake of this story#pretend that it is completely possible for Danny to fly that far in a few days while carrying another person#like#maybe it is? he did fly across the States in that Freakshow episode#so....#idk#Bruce is shooketh#it's the batman who still has Jason.#Robin (according to my calculations) is around 13 or 14 rn#not dead yet#and won't be if Danny has any say in that#also#Danny will take no bullshit from this man#âI ran away from the Cult of stubby ninjasâ#âI can aand will run from an emotionally stunted Fruitloopâ#that was said during an argument between Dick and Bruce for which Jason was present and Danny found them
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Stuck With You. â· Ollie Bearman
Pairing: Ollie Bearman x Reader
Summary: When doing laundry at University on a late Tuesday night turns into something completely unexpected.
Word Count: 2.7k+
Disclaimer/s: University!au , forced proximity, fluff! ^_^
Vera's Voice! read this prompt on a boy and blog from like ages ago and it altered my brain chemistry so i had to write one myself. :3 Smirk. hope u enjoy!!!!
Tonight, you just wanted some peaceâyour roommate was at her boyfriend's and you finally had the alone time to deal with the overflowing basket of clothes that had been sitting at the edge of your bed for too long.
Finals week was the worst thing imaginable. There was so much to do that it ate at the back of your mind. No matter where you looked, just exams after exams after projects after projects. Just no escape.
Yeah sure, maybe the holidays was something to look forward to, but there was still another week to get through after.
The laundry room was usually this quiet on a late Tuesday night, save for the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. You didnât mind. In fact, youâd picked this late hour on purpose. The place was usually crowded earlier in the evening, full of students loudly catching up or overall just not one available machine in sight.
Balancing the basket against your hip, you nudged the laundry room door open and stepped inside. Rows of washers and dryers gleamed under the artificial light and not a single person was in sight. It was almost calming, in its own weird way.
You walked toward the machine where your last wash of clothes sat. Dropping your basket to the floor with a small sigh, you waited for the last few minutes to finish up, watching the little window as your clothes swirled harmoniously which was oddly therapeutic.
The sound of the door creaking open behind you pulled you from your thoughts. You glanced over your shoulder, half-expecting to see another late-night procrastinator like yourself.
And of course, a boy walked in, carrying his own basket of laundry.
He looked a little disheveled, as if heâd been buried in textbooks all day and had barely remembered to do his laundry at the last minute. His messy brunette hair stuck up in all directions, and there was a faint shadow of tiredness under his eyes.
He caught your glance, offering a small, polite smile as he walked past. âHi,â He said, his voice low but friendly.
âHi,â You replied, giving a little nod before retreating your gaze back to your laundry.
You didnât think much of it at firstâjust two strangers in a shared spaceâbut as you continued attempting to let your mind wander off, you became increasingly aware of him.
The way he moved, quietly but efficiently, as he loaded and unloaded his own washer a few machines over. The way his fingers fumbled with a stray sock that kept falling out of his basket.
You tried not to stare, but when you caught his gaze again by accident, he gave you another faint smile. This time, it lingered a little longer.
You felt a small warmth bloom in your chest, but you quickly shook it off.
It was just a smile...
Lock in. That was nothing.
The two of you were stood in silence, the only sounds coming from the soft clatter of clothes and the occasional beeping of buttons being pressed.
He finished loading his washing machine not long after and leaned back as well, standing a few feet away from you. The room wasnât big, and the silence between you felt almost⊠companionable.
It wasnât until your washer beeped that the quiet was broken. You moved to transfer your clothes to a dryer, and as if on cue..
So did he.
You both ended up standing in front of dryers a couple of machines apart, working side by side.
At one point, as you tossed in a handful of clothes, you glanced his way. He was doing the same, and when your eyes met, he smiled againâa little wider this time.
Now, with both of your dryers finally running, you both wandered toward the door, baskets now empty. You were so ready to head back to your dorm and get in bed to wait for the dryer to stop...
But, as he reached for the door handle first, giving it a firm push...
It didnât budge.
Frowning, he tried again, this time pulling instead of pushing.
Nothing.
âUhm⊠I think itâs locked?â
âHuh?â You stepped forward, your brow furrowing. âThat canât be right. It doesnât lock from the inside.â
âWell, apparently it does..â He said, his voice almost playful, probably trying to lighten the mood of this worst case scenario as you rattled the handle again for good measure.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, already planning to call for helpâonly to see let out an unfortunate groan. âWell. My phone is dead.â
You winced. âI left mine in my dorm.â
You both stood there for a moment, staring at the uncooperative door as the realization sank in.
âSo⊠weâre stuck?â You said finally.
The boy exhaled a soft laugh, brushing his hand through his messy hair. âSeems like it... but, could be worse,â He said, his tone casual.
âYeah?â You raised an eyebrow at him. âHow?â
He shrugged, leaning his hip against a counter and crossing his arms. âI mean, weâre not trapped in, like, a storage closet or something. At least weâve got chairs.."
You couldnât help but snort at that, shaking your head. âYeah, you lost me." Your arms crossed as you leaned against the wall behind you, staring at the offending door.
"Definitely not how I saw my night going.â
âMe neither,â He sighed, running a hand over the back of his neck. âI was kind of hoping to get this done, crawl back to my dorm, and pretend the day didnât happen.â
You smiled faintly at that. âRough day?â
âYou could say that.â He tilted his head slightly toward you. âWhat about you?â
"Finals have been ruthless." You said calmly with a shrug. "Was hoping to cram some psych notes into my head for my exam tomorrow.. or, today, I mean." You continued.. adjusting your sentence since it was already âtomorrow.â
âPsych major, I'm assuming?â He asked lightly, his lips twitching up at the corners.
A small laugh escaped your tired body. "Ding ding." You said with a nod. "And let me guess, Engineering?" Your eyebrow quirked after giving him a good glance up and down.
"What?! How can you tell?" Your educated guess shocked him, but you laughed again.
"Well.. considering it's on your sweatshirt..." A small grin continued to linger on your lips as he looked down, probably feeling a little stupid now.
He glanced at his sweatshirt, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he realized the giant block letters spelling out ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT. âWow,â He muttered, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. âSo observant.â
âThank you,â You said, biting back a laugh and matching his sarcastic tone. âI like to think itâs one of my best traits.â
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and a little self-deprecating. âAnd here I was thinking I had some kind of mysterious vibe going on.â
âHonestly, nothing about you is screaming mysterious to me,â You teased, crossing your arms. âYou're wearing race car pajama pants.â
"Oh, so you're a hater?" He said in mock offense. "How dare you."
You rolled your eyes and laughed. âThe biggest."
âThis whole scenario was actually the highlight of my day until you made fun of my outfit,â He said, his tone light and teasing, though there was a sincerity in his eyes that made your chest flutter.
You rolled your eyes, leaning your head back with a contagious smile. âThatâs kind of sad, honestly.â
He laughed, a low, easy sound that filled the quiet room. âWhen your day starts with an 8 a.m. lab and ends with getting locked in a laundry room, the bar for excitement is pretty low.â
"Fair point." You gave him that with a nod. "Still, I feel like you should set your standards a little higher."
He tilted his head, as if considering you carefully, his smirk softening into something gentler. "Maybe I would if the bar wasnât already set with you."
Your stomach plummeted. You blinked at him, thrown off entirely, and all you managed was a weak, âWhat?â
His grin widened, like he was enjoying every second of this. âYou heard me.â
You narrowed your eyes, trying to mask how flustered you felt. âAre you flirting with me right now?â
âDepends,â he replied, his voice smooth, gaze lingering on you in a way that made it hard to breathe. âIs it working?â
You scoffed, desperate to regain control of the conversation. âMaybe... and this works on all the girls, Iâm assuming?â
He didnât even blink, his expression shifting into something softer but no less confident. âI donât know,â He said, a small smile tugging at his lips. âItâs my first time trying. What do you think?â
Your nervous walls were crumbling but you felt like you couldnât fold just yet. âYou are such a tease!â
The boy grinned at your flustered response, clearly enjoying himself. âMaybe,â he teased lightly, before his voice dropped just enough to make your stomach flip, âBut Iâm only a tease when the company is worth it.â
You opened your mouth to fire back, but no words came. You were done forâabsolutely, embarrassingly done for.
âIs this your idea of passing the time?â You finally quipped, trying to sound unimpressed, though your voice wavered just enough to betray you. âFlirt with the first poor soul who happens to get locked in with you?â
He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up into an unmistakable smirk. âOnly if sheâs pretty.â
You froze. His words hung in the air for a beat too long, your mind scrambling to come up with somethingâanythingâto say back. But you werenât quick enough.
That'll do it.
âAh.â He smiled, and there was something about the way he looked at you, like he was taking in every tiny detailâthe curve of your blush-tinted cheeks, the way your eyes darted away, your nervous grip on your empty laundry basket. âMade you blush.â
âIââ You opened your mouth, then immediately closed it, flustered beyond saving. A laugh bubbled up from your chest instead, a mix of disbelief and exasperation. âYou're crazy.. Are you usually this bold before even knowing someone's name..?"
âRight.. well, do I by any chanceâŠâ He paused for dramatic effect, his expression as cheesy as it was charming, âGet to know this pretty girlâs name?â
Your breath caught in your throat, and suddenly, the room felt warmer than it had five seconds ago. It was ridiculous how easily he had you corneredâlike every playful remark of his chipped away at your resolve.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a helpless little laugh. âWow. Youâre a dork.â
âAnd yet,â He grinned, holding his gaze steady on yours, âYou havenât walked away yet.â
âWhere am I supposed to go? Weâre locked in,â You shot back, trying to sound exasperated, but your voice came out softer than you intended.
He chuckled under his breath, that same maddening confidence never faltering. âFair point. But still⊠the name?â
You hesitated, biting your lip to stop the smile that threatened to break through again. Just say it, youâre embarrassing yourself at this point.
Finally, you sighed and muttered your name quietly through a small grin, hoping it didnât sound too flustered.
His smile widened like heâd won some kind of victory. âThere we go,â he said softly, like he was tucking the sound of your name into his memory. âAnd I'm Oliver." A pause.
"My friends call me Ollie, but, you can call me yours." His laugh was immediate, seeming like he couldn't keep a straight face saying that bit. It was clear sarcasm, but yet, it made you blush intensely. Your heart had skipped practically hundreds of beats.
Your jaw dropped, a laugh of shock escaped your mouth before the two of you bursted into a fit of giggles. "You did not just say that." Your voice squeaked, trying to calm down from the sudden serotonin boost.
âNot my proudest moment..â He giggled, his grin widening with that same impossible confidence. âBut Iâd think it landed pretty well.â
âYouâre delusional." You shot back, but you couldnât stop the laugh that escaped, no matter how hard you tried to sound annoyed.
Ollie leaned back slightly, his expression playful but observant. âMaybe. But I still got you to laugh, didnât I?â
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. âOnly because it was that bad. Easily the worst line Iâve ever heard.â
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like youâd mortally wounded him. âThatâs harsh.â
âJust being real,â You corrected, biting back a smile as you watched him pretend to recover.
âWell, clearly Iâm going to need to try harder,â He sighed, already looking far too pleased with himself. âIf I canât impress you with words, Iâll just have to take you out, unfortunately." Another grin reappeared on his lips.
Way too fucking smooth.
"Take me out?" You asked, trying to sound casual, but there was a flutter in your chest you couldnât ignore. Your voice wavered slightly, betraying the excitement you were trying to hide. "And where do you plan on taking me, Oliver?"
His eyes glinted mischievously, and a playful warmth spread through the space between you. "How does coffee after finals sound?" He suggested, his voice smooth, almost like he was offering you a secret only the two of you shared. "I know a new place that opened down town."
You felt your heart skip a beat, your breath catching for a moment. Coffee after finals? You couldnât help but grin, your nerves melting away as his suggestion settled in. Something to finally look forward to, thanks to him.
You tried to play it cool, but inside, you were already picturing the two of you laughing over steaming cups, the world outside fading to a quiet hum.
âThat soundsâŠâ You softly grinned, feeling like a schoolgirl caught up in something way more exciting than just coffee. âThat sounds nice.â You smiled shyly, only for your moment of calm to be interrupted by a loud clunk of the door handle.
A voice from the hallway cut through the air. "Oh no, not again." The RA appeared, shaking his head with a grin as he unlocked the door.
"You two get stuck? Happens all the time, you know. These doors lock automatically after 2AM."
You both turned toward him, trying to suppress your sudden surprise, already knowing what was coming. The RA gave you both an amused look as he held the door open.
âWell, doesn't seem like you two had the worst time..â He chuckled. âCarry on. Iâll leave the door unlocked for you so you can grab your laundry.â
You shot Ollie an amused glance. With the door now unlocked, you quickly made your way toward the dryers, laughing quietly as you grabbed the last of your clothes. The quiet, mundane task felt oddly intimate, especially with him standing beside you, his eyes lingering on you in that way that made everything feel more significant.
âSo, after finals, you and me?â Oliver said softly, almost as though he was testing the waters again.
You shot him a playful look, feeling that flutter again, but this time, you didnât try to hide it. âYeah, youâve got a date.â
He grinned wider than ever. âIâll make it worth your while, promise.â
"Did you need my number...?" You quirked a brow, nearly laughing as he almost forgot a crucial detail.
Ollie blinked, his grin faltering for just a moment before his eyes lit up with realization. âRight, that might help,â He said with a sheepish chuckle, pulling out his phone and holding it out to you. 'Wait.. it's dead." He suddenly remembered.
You rolled your eyes with a grin. "Come with me back to my dorm and I'll give you my number real quick." You offered with a kind expression.
A playful glint in his eyes was visible as he smirked. "Inviting me to your dorm already? Let me take you out on our date, at least!" He mocked as you rolled your eyes in disbelief, but your sweet smile gave away the fluster behind it all.
"Such a dork." You snickered, brushing past him as he was quick to follow behind anyways.
likes, comments, and rebogs are appreciated! ^_^ , i fear he was giving bold frat boy which wasn't my intention but WHOOPS!... it's okay i hope.
tags! @planetpedri @halfwayhearted @wdcbox
#ollie bearman x female reader#ollie bearman x y/n#ollie bearman fluff#ollie bearman#ollie bearman x reader#ollie bearman x you#bearman#fastest bear in the world#formula 2 driver#formula one#formula 1#formula 1 driver x reader#fluff#f1#f2#alternate universe#university au
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Can I get Logan Howlett with Prompt #9 from the Age Gap Prompt List? Thank you so much!
LOGAN leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes flickered over to you. you were moving around the room, humming something under your breath while folding a stack of freshly washed clothes. the sunlight streaming through the window caught on the soft fabric of your outfit - one that, honestly, was a little too distracting for its own good. the curve of your hips, the way the material clung in all the right places - it wasnât fair, really. Â
he wasnât one to stare - or at least, he tried not to. but damn, you werenât making it easy. his gaze lingered, dragging slowly from the neckline of your shirt to the subtle dip of your waist before catching on the bare skin peeking out when you stretched to grab something off the top shelf. Â
âyouâre gonna burn a hole through the wall at this rate,â you teased, twisting around to look at him, your eyebrow quirking in amusement. Â
logan didnât even bother looking sheepish. instead, his smirk widened, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. âi may be older, but iâm definitely not blind.â Â
heat crawled up your neck and bloomed across your cheeks, but you rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off with a laugh. âsmooth, old man.â Â
âsmooth enough.â he stepped into the room, his boots heavy against the floor, and leaned on the edge of the table you were working at. Â
you didnât miss the way his gaze dipped briefly again before meeting yours, and that smirk - that infuriating, knowing smirk - was still firmly in place. âyou got somewhere fancy to be? or is this just how you torture me on a regular tuesday?â Â
âtorture you?â you repeated, feigning innocence as you grabbed the next shirt to fold. âi think youâre projecting a little, lo.â Â
âyeah? iâll let you think that.â his voice was low, a little rough, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Â
he reached over, snagging one of the shirts youâd just folded and tossing it back into the pile. Â
âlogan!â you smacked his arm, but he didnât budge, just chuckled under his breath. Â
âwhat?â his grin was downright smug now. âthought iâd give you somethinâ to do, since you seem so busy.â Â
you narrowed your eyes at him, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you, twitching up in a reluctant smile. âif youâre just gonna mess up all my work, maybe you should leave.â Â
ânah, i like the view in here.â Â
that did it. your hands froze mid-fold, and you turned to stare at him, fully flustered now. logan didnât look the least bit sorry. in fact, he looked like he was having the time of his life. Â
âyouâre ridiculous,â you muttered, turning back to the laundry. Â
âmaybe,â he said, and this time, his voice softened. âbut iâm not wrong.â Â
you tried to hide the way your hands trembled slightly as you folded another shirt, but loganâs sharp eyes didnât miss a thing. he moved closer, his fingers brushing yours lightly as he reached to take the shirt from your hands. Â
âyou really donât gotta try so hard, you know,â he said, his tone quieter now, less teasing. âi already think youâre somethinâ else.â Â
your heart stuttered in your chest, and you glanced up at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his expression. Â
âloganâŠâ Â
âwhat?â his lips quirked, but there was a softness in his gaze that made your pulse quicken. âjust tellinâ the truth.â Â
you huffed a breath, trying to suppress the warmth spreading through your chest. âyouâre impossible.â Â
âmaybe,â he grinned, stepping back to give you space - not that it helped much, considering the effect he had just by being in the room. Â
you shook your head, trying and failing to hide the smile tugging at your lips. âyouâre lucky youâre cute.â Â
âdamn right.â Â
he leaned back against the table again, watching as you tried to refocus on your task. his smirk was still there, but it had softened slightly, his eyes warm and amused as he took in the way your cheeks stayed flushed. Â
logan didnât say anything else after that, just stayed close, letting the comfortable silence stretch between you. but every now and then, youâd catch him glancing your way, and every time, that smirk would return like he couldnât help himself. Â
and honestly? you didnât mind.Â
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Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader (One-shot, AU, No Outbreak). One-shot but in the same universe as Marriage Dynamics. This happens way later than the storyline within that series though. Can be read as a stand-alone or within the series.
Summary | Joel feels a little self conscious that he has to admit to you, his wife, that he has erectile dysfunction, and that heâs out of his little blue pills. You, being the understanding and loving woman that you are, remind him just how sexy he is, even with his little problem and that love doesnât come with conditions.
Word Count: 5.4K
Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut.
Age gap (58/40s), language, husband/wife dynamics, got some angst in this one (but it ends where they are ok and happy), smut, f! (fingering), m! (hand job), mentions of f! (oral), slight body descriptions (she states sheâs 30 lbs heavier), mentions of erectile dysfunction and Joel having to take Viagra, Joel being out of Viagra (that poor man), sweet and tender moments, comfort, terms of endearment, you teasing Joel that heâs old and him showing you that heâs not. This is basically half story and half smut, so enjoy :)Â
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The longer your husband snapped his powerful hips and ground into you, the more worked up you were getting. Joel knew how to work you up, get you so riled up that youâd beg him to fuck you. You were trying to bite back your moans and whimpers, not wanting to give in right away. But when you heard Joel speak filthy things into your ear, you turned into a needy, whimpering little mess.Â
Joel stood in the bathroom, looking up at himself in the mirror while sighing. He didnât know how it happened. How did he become an old man where his body required medication to function normally. Here he was, 58, with a worn out body that he no longer recognized. He had spent his entire life working construction, and now he was feeling it. He had aches and pains in places that he didnât even know existed. He took blood pressure and cholesterol medication everyday just to keep his body somewhat on the right track. But worst of all, he had to start taking a small blue pill to help him obtain and sustain an erection. Yup, Joel Miller was diagnosed about six months ago with erectile dysfunction, something that he thought only old men got. But here he was, 58, and having to take Viagra just so he could properly fuck his wife. Joel didnât know what was worse, having to take the little blue pill or the fact that you knew nothing about it. To make matters worse, he ran out of his special little pills, and he couldn't get any more until about six weeks. His doctor was on vacation and wanted to see Joel upon his return before re-filling his prescription. Joel didn't know how, but he had to figure out a way to keep you happy, without embarrassing himself any further. As he ran a hand down his face, he exhaled loudly, mumbling to himself âgoddamn, when the hell did I get old?âÂ
âWhat's that scowl for, old man, especially so early in the morning?â You teased, walking up to the other sink in the bathroom to wash your face. Your master bathroom now had two sinks, his and hers. It was a side project that Joel had completed last summer with the help from Tommy. He got tired of your constant nagging of finding his facial hair trimmings in the sink. So he decided to knock out a few walls and build you your very own sink with counter space. A his and hers master bathroom off from your bedroom. It only took a few weekends, but eventually his little side project was done. Now you both had enough counter space, where the two of you weren't bickering about where everything went in the bathroom anymore. Joel no longer grumbled about you taking up his side of the counter with your serums and ointments for your face. And you no longer nagged him about finding his beard trimmings in the sink.
âQuit it,â he had huffed, giving you a dirty look in the mirror as he finished trimming his beard.
âWoah, what's that look for?â You asked, taking a few steps towards him to plant a tender kiss on his cheek. âGood morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?â Â
Joel exhaled and shook his head, mumbling to you, âmornin,ââ as you went over to your sink to wash your face. You knew Joel enough to know that this scowl on his face was only reserved for when he was upset about something or someone. You had hoped that someone wasn't you.Â
âDid I piss you off or something?â You asked while looking at him in the mirror, trying to figure out where his sour mood was coming from. âYou're awfully grumpy this morning.â When he didn't respond, you replied again with a little more bite to your words. âWell, for someone who got laid last night, you don't seem very happy about it today.â
Joel huffed at you while rolling his eyes and mumbling, âyeah, well, I'm paying for it this morning now ain't I? Mâback is fucking killing me.âÂ
Oh, so that's why he was grumpy.
A part of you instantly became frustrated at his statement, but you bit your lip and tried not to say something inappropriate back. You enjoyed last night a lot with your husband, especially when you begged him to go harder. His answer to that request was to hold your head against the mattress as he fucked you hard from behind. It had been a long time since Joel Miller became unhinged like that in the bedroom, and if you were being honest with yourself, it felt fucking fantastic. It was something that you desperately missed. However, according to Joelâs comments and current mood, apparently he didn't feel the same way today as you did. He was now hurting, wincing as he twisted to grab the scissors to trim his mustache. You didn't want Joel to regret doing what he did with you, nor did you want him to be in any pain. His obvious lack of enthusiasm this morning about your midnight activities made you feel self-conscious. Nodding your head you said âok,â as you attempted to wash your face. But when you stood there you felt yourself get anxious and self conscious about last night.Â
Did he not enjoy it with me? Maybe itâs because Iâm not as thin as I used to be anymore? I did put on about 30 pounds over the years, so maybe I hurt him with my weight? You knew your body had changed a lot over the years, you no longer had a flat stomach or a tight ass. You had what people called a mom body. A slightly curvy, unattractive, stretch-mark laced body that carried three kids. Your later adult years were more about raising your kids than it was about going to the gym and looking sexy like a model or a porn star.Â
As you stood there, allowing your mind to run wild at the reasons why Joel may have not enjoyed himself last night, your hands started to tremble slightly and your eyes started to sting from the tears that were threatening to form. You quickly splashed water over them to try to stop the emotional reaction that you were getting. You were very hormonal recently, especially since your doctor said that you needed to stop your birth control. She told you several months ago that it wasn't healthy for a woman in her forties to continue to take birth control. So you stopped last month, two months after Joel got a vasectomy. Joel and you were done having kids. With Sarah finishing college, and with three kids that you had with him still at home, you had agreed that the only other future babies that would be in your house would be future grandchildren. What you didn't realize was that when you stopped birth control you would become more sensitive with your emotions again as your body adjusted.Â
Usually any type of grumpy behavior or comments from Joel like this wouldn't bother you under normal circumstances, but today you were extra sensitive and emotional. It didn't help that you had been super horny for your husband for the past two weeks while he was gone on a business trip. With the lack of kids for the weekend, Joel had taken his last blue pill right before he got home. When he got home, he barely made it through the door before he was thrusting himself deep inside of you, claiming you once again as his.Â
Now as Joel stood there, watching you through the mirror, he knew something was up. You kept alternating between splashing water on your face and then drying it. When he saw you do it a fourth time, he had to say something to you.
âBabe,â he said, trying to get your attention. When you didn't answer, but kept up your routine of splashing water onto your face, he knew something was wrong. He also noticed that you untied and retied your robe several times, mumbling to yourself that you hated your mom-type body.Â
Fuck, Joel thought. He could see that you were reading too much into his mood and that you probably were coming to the wrong conclusion yet again with his attitude. Joel wasn't upset or grumpy from the sex he had last night, because damn he loved your body so much. He was so turned on by it last night. He loved pounding his wifeâs tight little pussy and hearing all those filthy little noises that you made for him. The reason for his sour mood this morning was because he was out of those damn blue pills, the ones that allowed him to be buried deep inside of you as he heard you moan his name.Â
When you didn't answer him, he tried again. âHoney, will ya look at me for a second?â When you finally looked up at him, he saw your lip quiver and the tears begin to fall. He immediately let out an exaggerated sigh, mumbling âfuckâ under his breath.Â
As soon as you turned to leave, Joel spoke up saying, âbaby, I didn't mean anything by it. Fuck, câmere will ya.â You had only gotten about three steps out of the door before Joel grabbed you by the waist and pulled you hard against his chest.Â
âBaby câmon, I didnât mean it like that. No, shh, itâs okay, donât cry,â Joel said, holding you close. He had one arm around your waist holding you firm to his body, while his other hand was gently wiping the tears from your eyes. You wouldn't turn to look at him, so he just held you against his chest while trying to console you. âBaby, come on now. Shhh, don't cry sugar. I didnât mean anything by it.â
âI'm not cryinâ,â you mumbled, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably at your attempt. Joel cupped your cheek, and gently turned your head back towards him, kissing you tenderly while continuing to softly tell you that he was sorry for his mood and that he loved you.Â
Joel Miller may be several things in life. He may be grumpy and not very communicative from time to time. Often heâs described by others as being an asshole, especially when people piss him off. Usually he doesn't apologize for his grumpiness or gruffness, unless it's dealing with family. And it fucking kills him to see you, his wife, someone that he desperately loves and cares for cry because of his behavior. Joel never likes seeing you cry, in fact, itâs his least favorite thing to see.
After a few moments of tender kisses, Joel slowly started to deepen them into more passionate ones. He was walking a fine line here. He was trying to make up for being an asshole to you this morning, but also trying not to progress it too far where his lack of ability in performance would be seen. But with those little whimpers that you were doing, along with how you were gently nipping his neck, Joel found his resolve quickly crumbling.
âBaby, we gotta slow down,â he said, nipping at your collarbone and then giving you a hot and messy kiss to your lips. Â
God, it felt so good kissing his wife like this. Joel didn't remember the last time you two made out like this; all lips, tongue and teeth. He slowly backed you up to the wall and then hoisted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. After another needy whimper from your mouth, Joel's resolve completely crumbled and he found himself thrusting hard up into you and grinding his hips against your clothed core.
The longer your husband snapped his powerful hips and ground into you, the more worked up you were getting. Joel knew how to work you up, get you so riled up that youâd beg him to fuck you. You were trying to bite back your moans and whimpers, not wanting to give in right away. But when you heard Joel speak filthy things into your ear, you turned into a needy, whimpering little mess.Â
âIs this what my baby wants, huh? Does she want her husband to show her whoâs boss? To show her how a real man fucks, hmm?Â
âYes. Please baby, f-fuck me. Show me how a real man does it, I need it,â you panted, reaching down to unbuckle and unbutton his pants. Your cunt was practically throbbing. So desperate to feel your husbandâs stretch, to feel so full of him. Joel was a big man, he was long and thick. You always enjoyed the sting of his stretch, and the heaviness of his cock inside of you.Â
As soon as you touched Joelâs belt, he remembered the big problem that he had. He was only half hard with the inability to get fully hard for you. Goddamn fucking pills. Joel, feeling embarrassed at the situation, gently set you back down while placing a hand on top of yours. He was trying to stop you from reaching inside his pants.
âBaby, fuck, we can'tâ he said, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, breathing slow, trying to find a way out of this embarrassing situation.
âWhat? Why? I don't understand,â you said with disbelief. You were trying to understand why your husband, who had been gone several weeks on a work trip, didn't want to have sex with you when the kids were gone. âIs it your back, honey?â You asked somewhat perplexed. âIf it is, I can be on top and do all the work for you if you want. I don't mind, really.â You said, trying to reason with Joel to let you touch him more. When he didn't respond you reached forward and palmed him, feeling him only half hard.
âPlease stop.â Joel said in a stern voice, grabbing your hand and gently removing it. âI- uh, I can't- fuck- we canât, ok.â He said, voice shaking as he slowly backed away from you, running a hand down his face. He was disgusted with himself and the fact that he couldnât give his wife the proper attention that she deserved.Â
You stood there bewildered, unable to make sense of what was happening. Did Joel Miller just turn down sex? In all the years you two have been having sex together, he has never once stopped sex from progressing. You were racking your brain, trying to figure out why all of a sudden heâd stop you. And the only solution that you could think of was that maybe you werenât the only person he was seeing like this. Maybe he, just like your father, had found a new favorite toy on the sideline. You looked at your husband with mortified eyes, fighting with the firm possibility that maybe he was no different than your dad; a lying, cheating, bastard. âWow mom, I guess you were right, all men do fucking cheat.â
Joel snapped his head up in your direction at your statement. What did you mean that all men cheat? What the hell were you even talking about? Â
As you started to walk past Joel he grabbed your arm and said, âwhat the fuck do you mean all men cheat?â
âJoel, pleaseâ you said, struggling to keep your voice even.
âNo,â he said, shaking his head and grabbing both of your arms, slightly shaking you in his grasp. âYou think Iâm cheatinâ on you, is that it? That Iâm fucking another woman. Look at me when Iâm talking to you,â he growled.
âJoel, please donât do this. I-I-â
Joel saw your eyes in that moment, saw that you thought he was fucking someone else. That wasn't the case. He didn't want to admit his problem, but goddamn it, he wasnât going to have you think that he was no different than your father. Joel had no idea all those years that his best friend, your father, was using him as a goddamn babysitter so that piece of shit could go out and ball half of Austin as your mother recovered from her cancer treatments before she died of cancer. No. Joel wasnât a piece of shit like that, and goddamn, it killed him to have his wife think so low of him.
âBaby, ya gotta believe me. I ainât fucking around on you, ok? Please sugar, ya gotta believe me. Iâd never do that.â He said, clenching his jaw, battling with the anger and rage that was rising up inside of his mind. He didnât want to explode at you over this. He wasnât mad at you, he was disgusted with himself of why he wasnât honest with you when all of this shit started for him.Â
Joelâs problem of not getting or being able to sustain an erection didnât happen right away. It was a slow process. At first he thought that maybe it was because things in the bedroom had gotten a little stale. But when Joel struggled to keep an erection even when he was alone, he knew that something was wrong. He didnât want you to worry, so he didnât say anything to you. After a lot of embarrassing situations at home, and with himself, he decided that he needed to bring it up to his doctor. After a few tests, his doctor had diagnosed him with erectile dysfunction, and then had given him a prescription of Viagra to try. At first Joel was nervous about taking them, wondered if heâd feel different. But once he did, holy shit, it felt amazing. Those little blue pills were like a magic drug. He could last longer and was harder than heâd been in years. When he noticed your increase in sex drive because of it, he felt like he won the lottery, especially when he could give you two orgasms with just his dick alone.Â
But slowly, his secret was getting harder and harder to keep from you. He quickly realized that those pills took anywhere between 15 to 60 minutes before they started working, which created a problem when you were trying to be spontaneous with him in the bedroom. At first he played it off at being tired, needing to rest for a little bit. Sometimes heâd also tell you that he needed to take a shower first, to freshen up for you. But when youâd wake him up on a Sunday morning, rested and freshly showered the night before, he struggled keeping his secret. He started using blindfolds in the bedroom when the two of you would have sex, so he could hide the fact that he had to take a pill quick. Sometimes when he waited for it to work, heâd give you oral sex and edge you. On days when he couldnât do that, heâd just lie and tell you that he had a really bad headache and he couldnât have sex right now. Â
He hated lying to you. He always wanted to tell you the truth, but every time he got the nerve to tell you something would happen or it just wasnât the right time. If he was being honest, he didnât tell you because he felt embarrassed and ashamed at the situation.Â
As you took another step to go around him, he yelled out âI got erectile dysfunction, ok. And as much as I'd love to fuck ya right now, my dick won't- fuck- it doesnât get hard like it used to and I ran out of my prescription pills. I ainât cheatinâ, I never have, and Iâve never wanted to. You got to believe me. I know, Iâm sorry I havenât been honest. But baby, I canât do it anymore with you like we used to.â He said, voice cracking at the end. Joel covered his eyes for a moment with his hand, wiping the tears away.Â
âI want to fuck you so much right now, so much. But I canât, ya hear me. It ainât a different reason, baby. My body, it just wonât let me do it anymore. It wonât let me be the man that Iâm supposed to be for you.â
You stood there shocked at his admittance. When you went to open your mouth to console him, Joel quickly cut you off by saying, âI don't need your pity right now. I know I can't perform up to my wife's satisfaction anymore without help. And before you ask, no, I canât take a pill right now. I have to wait until my doctor is back from vacation in six weeks. And I get it, you canât wait that long and-â
âJoelâ you said, gently cupping his cheeks in your hands. âHoney, I'm so sorry that this has happened.â He scowled at you with your reply, shaking his head and trying to step away. âBaby, please let me finish,â you said, forcing him to stay near you.
After taking a big breath you said, âI wish you would have told me about this when it happened instead of hiding it. Can you get an erection at all or?â
âSometimes I can,â he said with a sigh, âbut it ain't anything to write home about.â Joel let out a long exacerbated sigh. âFuck, I can't fuck my wife when it's only half hard like this ok, and Iâd appreciate it if you didn't think less of me for it and-âÂ
âJoel Allen Miller,â you said in a commanding tone. âI would never think less of you for this. Baby, I love you, and everything about you. Yeah it does cause a little bit of an adjustment for us, but honey, I donât care. Youâre my husband and you should never feel like you canât tell me something like this, ok?â You then gently cupped your husband with your hand, slowly palming him, feeling him slightly stiffen.Â
âBaby I-â Joel said, straining, trying to stay level with his voice and not break down with his words again. He didn't feel like a worthy man right now, and he was so embarrassed to feel or admit it.
âPlease, Joelâ you softly spoke, âlet me try baby, please?â
âDarlin', it ain't gonna-â
âIt doesn't have to get fully hard. Just please, please let your wife show her husband how fucking sexy he is, even with this little problem.â
âIt ain't a little problem darlinâ.â He said, slowly leaning his hips into your touch. He desperately wanted to feel his wife, to be inside her, to fuck her and hear her moan his name.Â
âI know it ainât a little problem honey,â you whispered, gently nipping Joelâs neck. You slowly started to unfasten his belt and unzipped his pants, lowering them with his boxers down to the floor. You encouraged him to step out of them, trying to get him as comfortable as possible. As you stood up, you slowly licked your hand, and then gently wrapped it around his half hardened cock, slowly stroking him the way he liked. You were also nipping, kissing, and lightly sucking on his neck, on the places that you knew drove your husband wild. As you continued, you whispered loving messages to him, things that you hoped would remind Joel of how much you loved him.Â
âYou are so sexy baby, and so big and strong. I feel so safe with you. I've missed you so much. I missed hearing you snore,â Joel let out a little grunt at that statement. âI've missed hearing you play your guitar, humming in the morning while you make your coffee. I've missed kissing you goodnight, and waking up next to you in the morning with you holding me.â
Joel leaned forward more, pushing your back against the wall as he tapped one of your legs to open wider for him. He quickly placed his hand down your sleep shorts and started playing with your clit as you talked.
âI-ah-I also missed your, your-â
âYou missed my what darlin'?â He growled, thrusting his hips into your hand as he started moving two of his large fingers in and out of your wet, throbbing core.Â
âShit Joel, I'm-â
âDid ya miss this baby? Did ya miss your husband's fat fingers fucking you dumb?â He said, nipping at your sensitive spot on your shoulder.
âMmhmmâ you said, tightening your grip around his half hardened cock. Joel wasn't lying, he really did have erectile dysfunction. But at this moment, you didn't care. Your husband was curling those fingers perfectly inside of you, to where you were almost seeing stars while he continued to snap his hips back and forth hard, helping you stroke him the way he liked.Â
Even though he wasn't buried deep inside of you. Something about the lewd noises the two of you were making, in combination with not being able to see your husband for the past two weeks, was rapidly propelling you towards the edge with your orgasm.Â
Joel could feel your breaths becoming more erratic, and could feel your walls tightening around his fingers. He was also getting closer to finishing himself. Your hand was the perfect tight fit around his cock. He kept rocking his hips back and forth, fucking your hand, feeling himself leak precum everywhere. He wanted to bury himself so badly inside of you, but he knew that he couldn't. Just as he started to feel self conscious again about the situation, your filthy mouth forced him to stay in the moment.
âGod, baby, I fucked myself so hard with my fingers when you were gone. But nothing ever felt as good as yours do right now. Fuck, next time I want to fuck myself with my fingers, I'm just gonna use yours-oh fuck.â
âOh, you dirty fucking girl. Shit- You were fucking those- yeah baby- those small little fingers inside of you pretending- fuck- pretending that they were mine, huh?â He said, speeding up his thrusts with his hips and with his fingers.
âYes Joel, fuck, donât stop baby, please donât-â
âI wonât stop, not until you gush around me.â
The two of you continued to pleasure each other, bringing each other towards the edge, but neither one tipping over just yet. âJoel, I need more, baby. P-please, give me more,â you moaned. You were desperately snapping your hips back and forth, wishing it was your husbandâs cock that was inside of you.
âAw baby, look at you, riding my fingers like the dirty little girl that yâare.â
âJoel, baby, please-â
âSay it,â Joel growled, âsay I'm the only one who makes you feel this good.â
âYou are Joel, you are.â
âSay I'm the only one who gets to fuck this tight little pussy whenever I want.â
âFuck- You do Joel, you do. It's yours, she's all yours.â
âShe's all mine, huh?â Joel said, feeling your walls put his fingers in a choke hold with how tight you were squeezing him. âIf she's all mine, then do it. Fucking come for me. Show me who's pussy this really belongs to. Ya heard me, I said come, now,â Joel growled. That coil that had wound itself so tight in your belly snapped hard at Joelâs command. You screamed your husband's name as you coated his fingers with your juices. Joel tightened his grip around your hand that was stroking him, while continuing to work you through your orgasm. After a few more hard thrusts himself, he came all over your hand.
You both slowly came down from your highs, and you couldn't help but giggle at the acts that the two of you just did. It brought back memories of when Joel and you dated. As Joelâs giggles eased he slowly ran his hand that was coated with your juices through your hair.Â
âHey you,â he said, smiling fondly down at you. God he loved you so much, in every way possible. You were his soulmate, his better half.
âWow, where the heck did that come from?â You said, giggling to yourself again. When you looked up you saw how Joel was looking at you, like he could see your soul.Â
âI love you so much, you know that right?â He said, slowly running his nose along your jaw.
âI know,â you said, sighing at his affection.
He then grabbed your hair hard in the back of your head, pulling down slightly to force you to look up at him. It didn't hurt, just surprised you a bit, which forced you to listen to the next words that came out of his mouth.
âThen never, ever, hint at the possibility of me wanting to fuck another woman again, ok. Baby, you are the only one for me. I ain't your father, and I sure as fuck ain't my ex-wife.â
Your eyes widened at the mention of Joel's ex-wife, he never told you the in-depth story of what happened, just the highlights that they drifted apart. âJoel, I-â
âNo, sweetheart, I ain't talkinâ about her. What's done is done. Just, don't ever say that to me again, hinting that I'd cheat on you. Cause baby, I'd never, haven't ever, won't-â
âOk Joel, I promise. No more fussinâ.â You gently kissed your husband, giving him the slow intimate affection he was just giving you. After a few more passionate and tender kisses, Joel sighed and rested his head against your forehead, while rubbing his nose slowly against your nose.Â
âI reckon we both need a shower,â he said after a moment, exhaling and laughing slightly to himself. âCome on, I'll get the shower started.âÂ
When Joel got to the bathroom doorway you said, âwait a sec,â and then walked up to him as he turned around to look at you.Â
âNext time, please tell me this stuff ok? No more secrets.â He nodded his head in understanding as you leaned up and placed another tender kiss to his lips. When you pulled back you added, âgood, cause I hate to break it to you. Youâre officially now an old man.â Then with another small peck to his cheek, you sauntered off into the bathroom, giggling at the nickname that you gave him back when he was in his thirties. After starting the shower and getting in, you yelled back âare you coming old man, or do I need to help you with your wheelchair?â
âNo wiseass, ya don't,â he yelled, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head at your smartass remark.Â
When he looked down he saw himself in the mirror once again. Yes, he did have gray in his beard, in his hair, and on his chest. He also could see that he wasnât as physically fit as he once was in his 30s, but he still looked good. He needed glasses to read most of the time now, and you and Sarah constantly harassed him about it. But that was ok. He liked it, and he loved you both dearly. He also creaked worse than the old board on the stairs, along with feeling his age every time he tried to do something that he knew he shouldn't.Â
Sure, he had to take medication for his high blood pressure and high cholesterol. And now he got to add a little blue pill to the regimen, just so he could have sex with his wife. He was also at that age where he needed a colonoscopy done, something that was scheduled next week for him.Â
With all of these things going on, Joel did have to admit that he was older than when he first started dating you. But even with this admission, he knew from the moments before that heâs never made you come so hard in your life from just his fingers alone. So you could say getting old did have its advantages.
With a small smirk on his face, and a slight puff to his chest, Joel quickly entered the shower with you. When you turned around he said, âold my ass. I'll show you who's old, ya little shit.â Joel then dropped down to his knees and ate you out like a starved man. After he gave you another two orgasms, one of which he heard you screaming his name off the shower walls. He eventually found himself lying next to you, cuddling you in the bed. You were exhausted from all of your extracurricular activities the past two days, and were curled up and ready for a nap. After catching your breath, Joel slowly whispered in your ear, âwho's old now darlinâ?âÂ
Before you could answer, Joel made his way down back your body and gave you one more Earth shattering orgasm. He wanted to prove a point. That he, in fact, wasn't too damn old.
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