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[roseyuri]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ PUSHIN’ N PULLIN’ kim minji x reader

𝜗𝜚 MINJI & YN BEING AND OLD MARRIED COUPLE FOR FIVE MINUTES 972k veiws

౨ৎ warnings: idol!au, 6th member reader, minji and yn argue like it’s their 9-5 job… again, yn and minji from pushin’ n pullin’

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP ONE

“yn, you’ve been quite popular lately huh?” the interviewer said to yn, this was new jeans first comeback and their first time being on a radio show and yn seemed to be the target of questions so far with her popularity right off the bat after their debut.

”she’s everyone’s ideal type.” another one of the guys added as the watched her bashfully smile while laughing nervously, brushing the comments off.

“why are you acting all shy, we all know you have a big ego.” minji cuts in looking at yn who sat across the table from her and immediately gave the girl a deadly glare while everyone in the room laughs.

“if I have a big ego you have a big mouth.” yn snaps back at minji quick not even flinching when haerin pinched her arm, while everyone laughs even harder not even realizing this wasn’t some kind of playful banter between minji and yn.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP TWO

“you know me like no other…” yn sang towards the mic that’s in front of her, she swayed to the live band feeling the music.

“see me like no other, and I think I like your point of view…” she sang the words beautifully before looking at minji who raised her brow at yn questioning why the girl was staring at her.

as danielle sang her lines all yn did was stick her tongue out at minji, causing minji to playfully move her face closer to yn but definitely way to close for yn’s comfort.

yn screeched in her mic the sound interrupting danielle while minji bursted out laughing at the way yn embarrassed herself.

as much as yn wanted to give minji a peice of her mind because she hated when minji did that, she saw the look their manager gave them and decided to just look straight ahead for the rest of the song.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP THREE

the group was gathered in a comfy decorated room for their anniversary live, having a casual conversation about their day. the camera captured minji and yn sitting on the couch together, with minji casually resting her arm on the backrest behind yn.

“yn, remember that time you got lost in the building after practice?” haerin asked, giggling at the memory.

yn groaned, covering her face with her hands. “don’t remind me. that was so embarrassing.”

minji leaned in closer, teasing, “you were so panicked that you called me five times in a row. you were practically in tears.”

yn glared at minji, her cheeks flushing. “I was not in tears! I was just... concerned.”

minji chuckled, patting Yn on the back. “sure, let’s call it that. but who came to rescue you, huh?”

yn sighed, knowing where this was going. “you did, okay? you came to rescue me.”

minji grinned triumphantly, giving yn a nudge. “that’s right. see, you need me around.”

yn rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the annoyed smile on her face. “yeah, well, don’t get too cocky. It’s not like I’d get lost again.”

minji leaned back, looking at yn with a knowing smile. “we’ll see about that.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP FOUR

the group was filming behind-the-scenes content for their fans. the camera captured yn trying to tie her shoelaces while minji stood beside her, impatiently tapping her foot.

“hurry up, we’re going to be late,” minji scolded, leaning down to help yn tie the laces.

“I can do it myself,” yn grumbled, swatting minji’s hands away.

“you’re taking forever,” minji retorted, finally giving up and crouching down to finish the task herself. “you know, sometimes I feel like I’m raising a child.”

yn pouted, crossing her arms as she watched minji tie the laces perfectly. “I’m not a child, you’re just bossy.”

minji finished and stood up, ruffling yn’s perfectly done hair causing the girl the glare at minji with a smug smile. “you’re right, but at least you know who’s in charge here.”

as minji walked ahead of yn, yn shook her head the camera before following behind the girl.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP FIVE

during a live, the members were reading comments from fans when one particular message caught their attention.

“yn and minji, you two argue like an old married couple,” hyein read out loud, causing the rest of the members to giggle.

yn scoffed, “yeah, well, minji’s the one who always starts it.”

minji, who was sitting beside yn, shook her head in mock disbelief, “excuse me? you’re the one who always has to have the last word.”

“oh please, I just defend myself because you never stop nagging,” yn shot back, glaring at minji.

the fans flooded the chat with laughing, thoroughly entertained by their banter. meanwhile, the other members simply watched with amused smiles, knowing this was just another typical day for minji and yn

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP SIX

during a photo shoot for a magazine, the concept required the members to pose in pairs, showing off their chemistry and friendship. naturally, minji and yn were paired together for some reason that two girls could never understand . the photographer asked them to do a playful pose, so minji put her arm around yn’s shoulders, pulling her closer.

as they posed yn couldn’t help but groan. “minji, you’re holding me too tight!”

minji side eyed yn , tightening her grip just a little more. “I’m just making sure you don’t run away.”

yn whined, trying to wiggle out of minji’s hold. “I’m not going anywhere! but seriously, loosen up a bit.”

the photographer snapped a few shots, capturing their natural banter. “perfect, just like that! You two are so comfortable with each other.”

both yn and minji side eyed the man at his words.

[needitallthetime19811982]

[jiamour]

💿 now playing: pushin’ n pullin’

povs: 💗-yn, 🖤-js, 💛-rj, 💙-jn, 🧡-mk, 💜-dh, ❤️-jm, 💚-cl

TRACK 27: moon song

guitarist!jisung x reader

a/n: it’s my vent au i get to pick the pov!!

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[chuckfinnlypwrmadness]

So my sister is in Denver Colorado and I’m in Texas and I’m supposed to go up there and spend 3 days with her in a hotel. Score what I need and bounce. But she knows that the number one reason I’m going up there is because of her. We’re so much alike it’s crazy.

So at the moment there’s no woman alive that can please fulfill and rock me sexually. I can fuck 3 at a time and it make no difference. She’s the same way. And so we meet a few times a year to recharge our sexual deviant perverted batteries. We’ve been getting naked together since way before prepubescent but she was 11 and I 14 when she took a walk on the wild side. Ever since no one compares. So I’m going to go meet her in a motel in Aurora, Colorado whichever one of us gets to the room first we will strip down take a shower the other will get there strip down take a shower. Then I will probably brace hug rub each other kiss each other hold each other tight for several hours get spun out and then fuck each other like rapists. We will rape each other many times. And each time I cum inside her we both get extremely turned on.

I’ll keep you posted⚡️⚡️

[9eeeeevvvvvaaaaa6]

✨It´s that time of year...✨

This year I have two because I couldn´t made up my mind. Better two than none, I guess. ;)

Even though portable north pole won´t work, not because I am too big but I don´t have the required photomaterial at hand, I will still enjoy the chocolate.

Kinder:

Dezember:

HARIBO:

Dezember:

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slip 'n slide

minors, DNI! - 18+ only pairing: bucky barnes x reader summary: one day, you admitted to bucky that no one had ever made you squirt like that... and naturally, he took this as a challenge.

a/n: happy saturday! i was hoping to write something like this at some point. it's a bit of a quick one, but i hope you enjoy!

cw: smut (just... ridiculously smutty), bucky forces reader to squirt, pet names (doll, love, etc.), pwp/pnp :3, love bites/hickeys, explicit language

wc: 1.4k | masterlist | ao3 ────୨ৎ────

“Are you serious?”

You groan out with embarrassment hiding your face in the sheets. “Don’t make me say it again…”

Bucky chuckles lightly, before reaching over and stroking your hair with his flesh hand. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, doll.”

You shoot up dramatically, turning over to look at him. “Well, it’s not entirely their fault. I figured that I was maybe… faulty? I dunno, it’s just never happened before…” you trail off shyly, flush creeping up your neck. “It’s a ‘me problem.’”

Bucky smiles lazily at you, blue eyes displaying a hint of mischief. He brings his metal hand up, and you shudder lightly when you feel the tips of his fingers begin to trace the outside of your thigh. “Would you let me try?”

You nod at him, eyes blown and lips parted. It took you an embarrassingly short time to get worked up, feeling the fabric of your panties stain with your wetness. You rub your thighs together in an effort to stave off your arousal. “Please?”

It wasn’t long before he had you on your back mewling for him. You writhe under him, desperately trying to angle yourself up to his mouth. “Bucky… please don’t tease me,” you pout. “Your pussy is so perfect, what did I ever do to deserve you, angel?” He murmurs to himself, dragging his thumb through your folds. You keen loudly at this, hardly being able to contain yourself. “Bucky!” 

At that, he begins sucking on your clit. You moan out, your hands scrambling to tug his long locks. “Oh God, yes, Bucky!” He groans at how eager you sound, causing vibrations to travel up your core. “Please don’t stop, please!” He kisses your clit gently, before returning to eating you out like a starving man. He fucks you with his tongue, eager to taste your arousal before it comes out. He traces the tender flesh of your clit with his teeth, sending shivers up your spine. You grind uncontrollably against his tongue as it flicks up and down your slit. You couldn’t help but yank his hair roughly so hard that Bucky himself felt lightheaded. Your body shakes, back arching as you moan Bucky’s name out.

Lapping at your folds, he slides his longest fingers in. Your walls flutter and clamp down, desperately chasing your release. “Fuck,” you moan out. “Please make me cum, Bucky! Can I cum, please?” He grunts out a response, still busy tracing swirls into your clit. He reaches up with his metal hand, gathering your wrists in his grip and pinning you down. His fingers hit a sensitive part of your walls, which spells your end. You can only cry his name out before you’re clamping down on him again, pleasure washing over you.

He pulls his fingers out, whistling as he watches his fingers shine with your arousal. “My, won’t you look at that. Shit, you’re so wet for me. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he sighs. “Careful not to have a heart attack, old man,” You giggle. You yelp when he swats the inside of your thigh. “Don’t brat me, doll,” he warns, eyes flashing at you dangerously.

He rises, coming over you to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He trails his kisses down your neck, lingering in a few spots to leave behind dark red bruises. Groaning, you grind yourself softly into his clothed crotch, his erection causing it to tent harshly. “Bucky, fuck me, please, I need it. I need you.” He moans at your wantonness. “Sure thing, doll. Don’t say I don’t do anything for you.”

He leans up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hardened cock. He strokes himself a few times before lining up with your folds. “Ready for me, angel?” he asks, gazing into your eyes. “Yes,” you whisper into the air. “Please, Bucky, I need you inside.”

He grins, stroking your cheek softly. “You’re such a good girl.”

He presses your knees into the mattress as he works open your pussy with the head of his cock. You sucked in a harsh breath, trying to adjust to his size. Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, unable to resist how tight your pussy feels around his cock. “Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful f’me,” he grunts out. You whine uncontrollably as he sets a rough, short pace. “Please ruin me, Bucky.” He starts to fuck you in earnest, trading out the short strokes for long, deep ones. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, unable to take the pressure. “Fuck,” he hisses, bitting harshly into the side of your shoulder. 

You wail out, squeezing him harshly. God, you squeeze him like he had never felt before. Your cunt flutters wildly around his cock, making his head spin. You’re almost there and he can feel it.

“C’mon, I feel it coming. Let me have it, doll,” he beckons you between thrusts. “Let. Me. Have. It.” Your eyes roll into your head again as you fill the room with loud, wet sounds of your arousal. He continues to pound deeply into you, causing the headboard to slam against the wall rhythmically.

“Look me in the eyes while I fuck you, doll. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock. I need to feel you cum on my cock, darling.”

“No! Stop, Bucky, I can’t do it! I can’t!” You choke out a sob, squirting and soaking the bed below you and his thighs with your clear liquid. Your orgasm hits you harshly, sputtering as waves of pleasure course through you. You babble mindlessly as he puts all his strength into his final thrusts. Your cunt convulses around his cock, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. Your nails scratch down his back, shoving him  over the edge aggressively, filling up your overstimulated pussy with load after load of his cum. You pant together, trying to catch your breaths. 

You stay wrapped up for a moment, reveling in the moment. Bucky holds you as your body twitches. You can feel every part of him, how his skin feels sticky with sweat under your thighs. How the scent of his cologne sticks to your nose. You throw your head back, a small smile etched into your face. Brought about by a sudden tiredness, your eyelids grow heavy.

He rolls over next to you, propping himself up on his arm. “So?” he inquires, poking your cheek softly. “How did I do?” You continue to lie there nearly motionless, still in complete bliss. “I think the state of our sheets show how well you did,” you joke, rolling over to poke his cheek back. “I still can’t believe you made me do that.” He chuckles, smiling bashfully. “Anything for my doll.”

Bucky rolls closer to you, pressing kisses over your neck where he had previously left marks. You squirm, giggling as his teeth lightly tickle your neck. He puts his teeth harder into the flesh by your collarbone, sucking in another dark, needy mark. “Careful,” you warn. “Don’t want to start anything you can’t finish.”

He brings his fingers down to your cunt again, teasing. “Who said I won’t be finishing you? Be good for me.” He slowly slides in his middle finger. You sigh into his touch, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. “Bucky?” You caution, unsure of his next move. He circles his thumb lightly over your clit, trying to be gentle due to your overstimulation. “Please, Bucky, right there!” He groans, feeling how he mixes around his cum with your arousal with his fingers.

The precise robotic movements of his fingers push you closer and closer to the edge. A guttural sound pours from his lips as he feels the familiar clench of your pussy around his fingers. You sob, losing yourself in the wonderful pleasure of his fingers. He presses continuously against that soft spot inside you, forcing you to arch into his touch.

“Bucky, Bucky, Oh my God, Bucky, Please?”

One roll of his fingers, a swipe of his thumb over your swollen clit, and you’re cumming on his fingers again, shuddering and shaking in his arms. Your whiny, pathetic moans echo in the room, only to be matched by the sound of your sopping wet cunt. He helps you through the aftershocks of your orgasm before sliding his fingers out again.

Staring into your eyes, he takes his arousal-soaked fingers and puts them in his mouth. “That’s my girl.”

[alltheirdamn]

Rotten | cowboy!joel x f!reader

Part III

Summary: When it rains, it pours. You want to hate Joel so badly, but it’s so hard when he keeps fighting for what he wants. Rating: 18+ MDNI Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: No-Outbreak AU, heavy banter and arguing, brat taming, explicit language, mild violence, kissing (!!!), outdoor sex, fingering, orgasm denial, rough unprotected piv sex, squirting, choking, slapping, creampie, aftercare, a fuck ton of angst, a dash of fluff A/N: if you came for the smut, part 1&2 are always there for your enjoyment...but if you stayed for the angst and the ending they deserved, then this is for you. i'll never shy away from angst and the opportunity to deepen a story past pnp, so if you don't like it pls don't fucking bite it. anyway, a HUGE thank you to @lotusbxtch for helping me work this final part out, you are my partner in crime. and thank you @mermaidgirl30 for always screaming about these two with me <3 xoxo everyone, enjoy Part I & Part II

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Storm clouds brewed above you, their grey formation migrating together until the darkness blanketed the sky. The incoming rainstorm made the cattle restless in the fields, and you were fighting through the whipping wind, trying to wrangle them back into the barn. Usually, you’d let them wander through the fields during calmer storms, but the churning clouds made you nervous for what was to come. 

Mac hesitated beneath you as thunder cracked through the air, the sound rippling through the rolling fields. He bucked against your grip on the reins, timidly backing away from the path you were guiding him on. The cattle were too spread out to control by yourself, but you could handle it. You weren’t raised to back down from a challenge, and that’s all this was—a challenge. The only issue was that there was little room for error before the storm reached its full potential. 

“C’mon, Mac. Y’gotta work with me,” you said, frustrated. 

You steered him toward the right side of the field, using him as a lead for the cattle to follow. It was useless; they only ran in the opposite direction and further away from you. You cursed at the sky, gripping your saddle horn as you leaned into Mac’s neck. The storm would come crashing down soon, and you’d be chasing the cows through the downpour alone. 

“Y’want some help?” Called out a voice in the distance. 

The deep timber of Joel’s voice frightened the herd, making them sprint through the tall grass in every direction. Fuck. You steered Mac around, facing Joel in the direction of him as he barreled toward you on his horse. He had one hand holding the reins, the other holding down his cowboy hat against the wind rushing over his body. 

“Fuckin’ dammit, Joel!” You screamed. “I had it under control!”

You didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. 

His horse came into a slow trot beside you and Mac, and you whipped your head to the side to glare at him. Under the shadows of the storm clouds, his brown eyes glinted brightly, absorbing every ounce of light left above you in the sky. God, you hated him. You hated his stupid eyes, his smug smirk, and his broad body sitting atop his horse. 

“Lemme help you,” he offered. “Y’can’t get them all wrangled alone. Y’need another horse helpin’ move them.”

“No, I fuckin’ don’t! I can handle it, Joel!”

“Darlin’, I know y’can handle most everythin’, but this storm is gettin’ too crazy to be out here alone. Lemme just help herd them together, then y’can take it from there.”

“Jesus Christ, why can’t y’just leave me alone?” You yelled, exasperated. 

You glanced back at the cows, now several yards away and deeper into the fields than you wanted. Shit, this wasn’t good. Kicking your heels against Mac’s sides, you sent him into a full sprint through the open fields, distancing yourself from Joel and propelling yourself deeper into your endless expanse of land. It didn’t matter if you got caught in the midst of the storm; you just wanted to prove your point. You could do this. You didn’t need help. You didn’t want help. 

Joel called out your name, the sound of his horse galloping behind you growing louder. You pushed yourself harder, forcing Mac to run faster. Lightning struck down into the field miles away, the blinding light causing Mac to rear upwards. You tried to steady yourself in the saddle, swinging the reins to the side to guide him back onto all fours. He only fought against your hold, jerking his head back and forth as he huffed out a loud whine. 

“Mac, calm down!” You begged. 

A hand came beside you, gripping the reins and tugging them firmly to the left. Joel steered Mac beside his horse, taking control and limiting your ability to calm Mac down. You tried yanking the reins from Joel’s large hands, but he only tightened his grip. 

“This isn’t the time to be stubborn,” he barked. “You’re gonna get caught in the storm.”

“I have responsibilities!” You seethed. “I need these damn cows in the barn ‘fore it starts gettin’ bad. I can’t just leave them out here!”

“They’ll be just fine! It’s one storm,” he argued. 

You grasped at the reins, tearing them from his hands. Another ripple of thunder shook the air around you, and you took it as a sign that time was running out. You needed to work against the storm before it was too late. Leaning into Mac, you pushed him into a long gallop toward the herd. You managed to gain the lead around them, zig-zagging Mac until they grouped together. Joel watched from a distance, his horse standing restless in the blowing wind. You were doing this without him, proving you didn’t need help. 

The cows grunted as you urged them into a faster pace, the view of the worn-down barn drifting closer. You were acutely aware of Joel trailing behind you but couldn’t find the energy to care. Let him follow. You’d rip him to shreds when the cattle were safe. Mac continued his waltz back and forth, obeying your commands as you guided him in a rhythm behind the cows. You tuned out the sound of thunder rumbling above you and kept your breathing even as you pushed through the wind tearing at your face. 

“Alright, let’s get y’all inside,” you said, coaxing the cattle through the open barn doors.

They rustled through the hay-covered ground, veering off in different directions. Some went straight for the water basins, while others huddled in dark corners behind the wooden beams creaking above you. You kicked your legs over Mac, sliding to your feet and giving him an appreciative pat against his neck. Softly kissing his jaw, you smoothed down his mane and waded through the cows to check them over. The sounds of hoofs pounding into the barn startled you—and the cows—and you clenched your fists together before turning toward Joel. 

“I told you to leave me alone.”

Dismounting his horse, Joel waltzed his way into the barn, thunder clouds casting dark shadows over his large frame as he walked closer. Under the brim of his cowboy hat, you could see his smug grin and glittering eyes, just watching as you shook with anger.

“All I was tryna do is help,” he explained. “No need to get feisty with me.”

You stepped closer, rage boiling inside your veins. You hated him. You hated the help he offered because he thought you couldn’t do this alone. He thought you were weak—incapable. Well, you weren’t. You were more than capable of handling anything out on your land. That’s what you were raised to do.

“I don’t want your fuckin’ help, Joel. And I don’t want you ‘round here.”

“Why?” He pressed. 

You were toe-to-toe with him, staring up at eyes that looked at you with anything but anger. Where was that menacing look he usually wore? Where was his dominance? Why wasn’t he fighting with you? 

“You piss me off!” you yelled. “You come ‘round here ruinin’ my fuckin’ day. You don’t take no for an answer. You don’t let me live.”

“Darlin’, bein’ alone ain’t livin’ at all. Why don’t y’want someone ‘round? Why don’t you want me ‘round?”

His body crowded you, his hands roaming up your arms, squeezing your tense shoulders as you disappeared under his shadow. You shook him off, breezing past him and into the open space outside the barn. You didn’t want to give him the answer; you couldn’t explain it without being vulnerable. And Joel was the very last person you wanted to be vulnerable with. 

“Hey!” Joel hollered. “Would y’come back inside? It ain’t safe out there right now.”

As if to prove his point, lightning struck the fields just a mile away, the instant clap of thunder rattling through the air. Drops of rain began to pelt the dirt around you, misting your hair and face as you glanced up into the sky. You worked at shutting the fences together, ensuring everything was tied down and secure before the storm hit full force. 

Two strong arms braced themselves around your middle, pulling you away from the barn until your boots dragged through the mud. Your house was only feet away, and you knew that’s exactly where Joel intended to take you. Maybe he’d fuck you through the anger like he always did, but not even that sounded appealing right now. You wanted to be alone. 

“Let me fuckin’ go!” You screamed, thrashing against his firm grip. 

“No. I’m sick of this fuckin’ attitude y’always got. Ain’t gonna listen to it anymore.”

You drove an elbow into his stomach, forcing his arms to slip from your torso as he doubled over with a soft oof. You staggered away from him, staring him down through the pelting rain. 

“I want to be alone!” You raged. 

“Why do y’want to be alone so bad? Y’don't have to be alone, you know,” Joel argued. 

He had a hand pressed into his side, no doubt to quell the pain from your jab, and a grimace twisting up his lips. You were soaked from the rain now, your hair matting down onto your forehead and cheeks as you stared at him. Humidity thickened the air around you, leaving you suffocating in your skin. 

“I can take care of myself,” you defended. “I—.”

“I know y’can take care of yourself,” Joel interjected. “You’ve made that perfectly fuckin’ clear! All I’m sayin’ is, what if you didn’t have to?”

“And do what?” You laughed bitterly. “Have you take care of me? In your fuckin’ dreams, Miller.”

Joel dragged a wet hand over his face, his eyelashes weighed down by the heavy droplets. You folded your arms over your chest, your shirt soaked and no doubt see-through. It didn’t matter; too many emotions flooded your mind to even care about your appearance. 

“Y’drive me fuckin’ crazy, y’know that?” Joel cursed. “Always gotta be so fuckin’ stubborn and pissy. I can’t stand it.”

“Then why do y’keep comin’ ‘round?!” You tossed your arms up in defeat, huffing out a cloud of air through the torrents of rain.

“Because!” He shouted.

“Because why?”

“Christ, y’just don’t fuckin’ get it.”

Joel tore his hat off his head, rushing toward you. His strong hands gripped the sides of your face, his nose brushing over yours. With a deep inhale, he crashed his lips against yours, the taste of rainwater and smoke falling onto your tongue. Everything inside your body tensed up, too afraid to cave into his embrace. But Joel held you closer, tangling one hand into your damp hair, coaxing your mouth open wider. His tongue rolled over yours, and a moan slipped from your mouth and into his. He swallowed every tiny noise you made, drinking in your vulnerability as it coated his lips. Every slant of his mouth over yours was a step closer to your undoing; he would ruin you completely if he kept kissing you. 

“Stop,” you mumbled against his lips.

Joel pressed harder against you, his nose smashing into your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He was consuming you from the inside out, sucking out every emotion and bleeding you dry. You sank your teeth into his bottom lip, pulling it hard until he broke away with labored breathing. He brushed a finger over his mouth, finding blood seeping along the surface of his bottom lip. 

“This how y’wanna act?” He questioned, his eyes a swimming pool of onyx. 

There it was. 

Your chest rose and fell as you tried to slow your breathing, watching Joel flex his fingers at his sides. You had torn yourself from his grip and left him empty-handed; if you did it first, then you wouldn’t have to face the pain of losing him. Christ, the realization hit you like a freight train. 

You hated him… you had to hate him. 

You wouldn’t let yourself feel anything else.

“Go home, Joel! I don’t want you!”

“Sure fuckin’ felt like y’did,” he huffed.

Then he was on you, wrangling you down into the mud until you were pinned beneath him. Sloshing against the wet earth, you clawed at his flannel, tearing your nails through the soaked fabric. Joel clamped a hand around your wrist, pinning it above your head as he lowered his face close to yours. Your other hand came up to his face, smearing thick mud over his scruff-covered jaw. Every time he leaned closer, you pushed his face away, distancing yourself from the addiction that beckoned; lips saturated in the rain, soft and inviting…a sweet promise of something you could never have. You wanted him to ruin you like he always did; you needed the pain. You needed the reminder that this was nothing but physical that kept you colliding together. 

“Stop. Fightin’. Me.” He panted.

“No!”

You continued swatting at his face, mud caking into his mustache and over the bridge of his nose. Joel pried your hand from his face, pulling it above your head and clasping your wrists together under one large palm.

“Enough!” He barked. 

 He shredded your wet shirt apart with his free hand, the saturated pieces fraying into the muddy ground. With a snarl off his lips, Joel bent down and ravished your body with open-mouthed kisses, his teeth marring your neck and chest. You arched into his touch, hissing at the pain of each bite into your flesh. 

“Fuck,” you groaned.

This. This is what you wanted. You wouldn’t fight this because this was what you wanted. Right? You mewled as he marked your body, leaving bruised patches of skin in his wake. Pleasure began to pulsate between your legs, a constant ache that only grew stronger the longer you lay beneath him. You needed him inside you—assaulting you with quick thrusts until your brain turned off. 

Joel worked at peeling your pants from your legs, huffing out a frustrated breath as he fought with the denim plastered to your skin by the rain. Maybe you'd laugh at his struggles if you weren’t blinded by so much rage. But you were beyond desperate for release—release from the pleasure boiling under your skin and release from this constant painful ache inside your chest. With your pants and underwear lazily tossed into the puddle of water beside you, Joel smoothed his hands over your curves, his fingers pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. Every inch of your body was drenched with rain, the droplets pelting your face as you tried to bite back another moan. His fingers roamed down your stomach, slipping easily between your legs and through your silken folds. 

“Please,” you whined. 

It was the first time you willingly begged for anything from Joel. You bit your lips to hold back any more desperate pleas. 

“Look at you, darlin’,” Joel teased. “Finally learned some damn manners.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped. 

You chased his fingers, lifting your hips as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your clit. Everything was so sensitive and heightened that you could hardly blame the rain for your eyes blurring as he drew slow circles over the aching bud. Joel coaxed small noises from your mouth as you writhed against the wet earth. 

“You gonna be good for me, darlin?” Joel asked, his voice lost behind another rumble of thunder.

“Just make me cum,” you bit out. 

“Y’think I’m just gonna give you whatever y’want right now? After the way y’treated me? Nah, I don’t think so.”

His lips twitched into a smug grin, his fingers teasing their way into your slick entrance. Joel paralyzed you with a heavy stare, and you turned your head away, staring off across the field to avoid his eyes. The longer you looked at him, the harder this would be.

He curled two fingers inside you, dragging them over the spongy spot that had your insides rupturing with ecstasy. Every stroke of his fingers was another tug on that pleasure unfurling within your core. Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused on the rhythm of his movements, the quickness of his fingers, the thickness as they stretched you wide.

“Gotta look at me if y’wanna cum,” Joel said, plunging his fingers deeper.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes tighter. You couldn’t look at him, not right now. 

“Look at me!” Joel demanded.

A sharp sting bolted across your face, sending your eyes flying open. Joel’s eyes were darker than the thunderstorm hanging above your bodies, emotions swirling deep within his irises. You saw it all—the anger, the pain, the need. This is why you didn’t want to look at him; it reflected everything you felt, too. His fingers pinched your chin, holding your face firm within his grip. You had nowhere to go. You were trapped—trapped beneath him, trapped inside yourself. 

Joel worked his fingers harder and faster, pulling cries from your lips until your orgasm skyrocketed through your body. 

“Fuck, Joel!” You cried. 

His jaw twitched as he watched you unravel beneath him. Your core fluttered with phantom ripples of your orgasm, your body unwinding from its tension. You had enough of this—you didn’t want to be under his control. Not when his eyes softened and his body pressed closer to yours. 

“Get off me,” you begged. “Fuck—get off!”

Joel tore his fingers from you, drawing them into his mouth as he cleaned your arousal from his skin. There wasn’t a single ounce of rage radiating off his body, which only angered you more. For how much fight you were putting up against him, he wasn’t giving in like he usually did. 

Frustrated with everything, you shimmied your body far enough upward to twist your hips and swing a leg over his waist. Joel relinquished and allowed you to wrangle him to the ground; your hands splayed over his chest, his shirt soaked beneath your fingers. Joel gazed up at you with hungry eyes while he worked at undoing his belt buckle. Rain pelted his face, washing away the mud as it streaked through his graying curls. Christ, he looked so beautiful beneath you; you would kiss him if you weren’t so fucking scared. But you didn’t want that—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Above him, you could hurt him however you wanted; you could torment him until he snapped. 

“This what y’want, darlin’?” Joel asked, breathless. “Y’wanna use me? Go ahead.”

You didn’t want to use him; you wanted him angry enough to snap back into his commanding nature. You wanted him to break you apart. You wanted his handprints seared into your skin and his filthy words in your ear. But he kept staring at you with eyes that could fracture your heart into a million pieces. There wasn’t a hint of darkness in his eyes anymore, all of it replaced by that deep-rooted need you couldn’t stand to look at. 

Joel’s cock throbbed in your hand as you lined it up with your entrance, the velvety skin damp from the rain, sliding into your sex without resistance. You lowered yourself until his length filled you completely, the stretch rendering you speechless. Slowly, you began to grind against him, letting your body move fluidly until you buzzed with newfound pleasure. It coursed through your veins, igniting that fire low in your stomach you so hungered for. 

You rolled your hips faster, leaning into him to thread your hands through his matted curls, your nails digging into his scalp. Joel wouldn’t move with you—he lay there with his hands gripping your waist, letting you take the lead.

“Keep usin’ me, darlin’,” Joel whispered. “I can take it.”

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You hoped your nails clawing in his skin would elicit a response…anything. You sped up the tempo, raising yourself along the length of his cock and pushing yourself down. 

“I hate you,” you panted, throwing all your weight into each drop of your hips. “I hate you so fuckin’ much.”

“I know y’do,” Joel said softly.

You dragged your nails down his hair and over the graying patches of hair along his jaw. Dirt collected under your nails as tiny red welts rose to the surface of his skin. Joel wasn’t phased by any of it, not even a grimace of pain when you squeezed your hands around his throat. 

“Hate me back!” You begged.

“No.” 

You choked him harder, throttling him as your sex clenched around his cock. You couldn’t even focus on the pleasure curling inside your stomach, your anger suffocating every sensation in your body. 

“Goddamnit, Joel! Hate me!” 

His tan skin flushed underneath your hands, and your rage took hold of your body as you sent your hand flying across his cheek. Nothing. Not a single reaction from your anger. Joel should have had you on the brink of death at this point after all your yelling and fighting. That’s what he did best—he hurt you until the pain became pleasure, and your control slipped out of reach. But he wasn’t feeding into your pleas. He wasn’t even considering it. That stupid brow furrow softened, his eyes looking at you with a mixture of emotions, none of which you wanted. 

“Fuckin’ hate me!” You screamed. “How much more can I keep hurtin’ you ‘til you hate me back?”

Joel lifted himself up despite your efforts to hold him down. Everything felt electrified with your bodies pressed together, sticky wet skin against wet clothes. Your body pulsed with pleasure…with anger…with everything you wanted to escape. His hands wrapped around your back, guiding you along his cock as you kept your hands squeezing around his throat. 

“But I don’t hate you.” He was soft-spoken as if to coax you out of your aggressive haze.

You dropped your head onto his shoulder, sinking your teeth into his skin as you rocked against his body. Faster and faster, your hips moved, driving his cock deeper inside you; all the while he remained paralyzed against you. Small flexes of his fingers against your skin were all you could feel, and his breathy moans in your ear were enough to drive you mad. Your teeth were bearing down into his shoulder with enough force to draw blood, yet he didn’t move a muscle. 

Releasing your grip, you jerked away from the warmth of his body with a snarl twisting up your lips. Why wasn’t he taking control? You deserved the torture—the complete domination of his body against yours. Why was this time different? Why wouldn’t he give you what you wanted?

“Why won’t you hate me?!” You wailed. “Why won’t you fuck me like y’always do?”

Joel silently watched as you pounded your fists into his muscles over and over again. You could keep hitting him, keep yelling, keep pleading…but what was the use? He wasn’t giving in, and you were growing tired. You were so fucking tired of fighting.

“Is this not enough?” You cried, your voice cracking. “Am I not enough?”

“Oh, darlin’,” Joel sighed.

His breath was hot against your ear, his lips dangerously close to your skin as you continued crying. His cock throbbed inside you, yet your pleasure dissipated. You didn’t want this anymore. You were broken. 

“Why am I not enough?” You whimpered.

Your hands stopped their beating, and you let the emotions you had kept at a distance crash against the surface. Sobs wracked through your body as your head fell into the crook of his neck. Joel’s hands brushed up your back, caressing and holding you close. He buried his face into your hair, one hand tangling in the soaked tendrils, holding you flush to his chest.

“I got you, darlin’. S’alright,” he crooned. 

Your tears bled into his shirt, untraceable within the wet fabric that clung to his strong shoulders. Your body shook with each wave of cries, and Joel just kept holding you, kept shushing you until your sobs turned into whimpers, and you had nothing left. 

You were so scared to lose everything—your land, your generational responsibilities… Joel. Everyone in your life had vanished. All you had left was hundreds of acres of empty land and a hollow chest with a half-broken heart. You could take the pain he gave you because that’s what you deserved. You didn’t deserve this tenderness, not after the way you treated him. Anger and hate were enough for you; it was enough to pacify the ache of wanting more. You weren’t worth more than this. 

“Please, Joel,” you muttered. “Please hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Joel whispered. “I can’t. Y’got yourself under my skin, and I don’t want it any other way.”

“No…don’t do that,” you mumbled. “Don’t say things like that to me.”

“C’mere, lemme look at you.”

Joel pushed your shoulders forward, peeling you away from his chest. You hid your eyes from him, lowering your head and away from his longing stare. 

“Darlin’, look at me,” he coaxed, his fingers brushing under your chin and lifting your face. 

The rain was falling slower now, large droplets smattering against your cheeks and forehead. You tried to avoid his eyes, watching the rain roll down his nose and over his pouty lips. For once, the thought of kissing him didn’t scare you. 

Joel squeezed his fingers around your jaw, softer than you were used to but still effective in getting your attention. Through the tears still blurring your eyes, you gazed into his brown eyes, the softness crashing into yours. With his brows slightly pulled up in concern, Joel exhaled, finally seeing all the broken pieces he held in his arms. 

“You are enough,” he vowed. “Attitude and all, you are enough. If y’wanna hate me, then hate me. Hate me all y’want ’cause I can handle it. Just please don’t hate yourself. I see how scared you are, darlin’. Ain’t got nothin’ to be scared ‘bout with me, ‘kay?”

You nodded solemnly, letting your forehead fall against his. Joel smoothed his hands down your back, slowly guiding your hips up until his cock slipped from you. Your core clenched around nothing, the ripples of your denied orgasm rolling through your body. Fucking out your anger was one thing, but you couldn’t fuck away your feelings. Not anymore. 

“C’mon, darlin’,” Joel urged. 

He lifted you to your feet, following suit and rising from the slippery ground. Bending slightly, Joel curled an arm around your back and the other under your knees, tossing you up and cradling you against his chest. You let your head rest on his shoulder, watching the mud dry on his tan skin. With bleary eyes and a heavy heart, you felt guilty for making him care for you. You were supposed to be good on your own; you were supposed to be independent. You didn’t need taking care of, yet here you were, limp in Joel’s arms and exhausted.

He waded through the muddy puddles around the barn and carried you toward your house. Water dripped down the patchy roof, rattling against the storm drain as it rolled down the side of the walls. The smell of the thunderstorm wafted over Joel’s body, invading your senses with each heavy inhale. He walked up the porch steps cautiously, kicking the door open with the toe of his boot. It didn’t bother you when it smashed against the wall, the wood rattling at the force. 

Still keeping you close to his chest, Joel walked through your tiny farm home, familiarizing himself with the layout until he found the door to your bathroom. Propping it open with his knee, Joel guided you inside, gingerly lowering you to your feet. 

“Let’s get you in the shower, darlin’,” Joel urged. “Needa get y’warmed up.”

“I’m okay,” you croaked, wrapping your arms around your bare chest. 

Joel huffed a quiet laugh, bending his head down to kiss your dirty forehead. 

“Stubborn lil’ thing. C’mon, I’ll join you.”

You glanced around the bathroom, staring at the yellow wallpaper peeling around the crown molding. Time—and weather—had done its damage to your home, but no one ever visited, so you never thought about fixing it. But now Joel was standing there, truly seeing your house and not just focusing on you pinned to the couch, and you were awfully insecure. Every paint-chipped crevice along the wooden walls, every creak in the floorboard, every water stain along the corners of doorways… was just another reminder of how bad you were at existing. Focusing on the land and keeping the animals cared for was easy, but it was hard to care for yourself. You didn’t matter; you never had. 

“Hey.” Joel’s voice was soft in your ear.

You looked back at Joel hesitantly, watching his clothes drop to the floor. Piece by piece, Joel slowly materialized into a reality you hadn’t imagined. Without his cowboy boots or worn flannel, Joel was soft everywhere. His dark chest hair curled around his torso and down his navel, his stomach soft and moldable. His tapered waist looked much better out of his jeans, and his thick thighs were worth spending hours kissing. All his rough edges and calloused skin morphed into something so much more tender and inviting—something you yearned for in unspeakable ways. 

“Do I need to carry you into the shower?” He asked, half teasing.

You didn’t have the energy to laugh, so you only stood silent, waiting for him to run the water until the steam fogged the mirror. Once it ran hot enough, Joel pulled back the curtain and dragged you under the spray of the water. Mud slipped off your skin, swirling down your body in dark rivulets and into the drain. 

Joel’s body pressed against yours, his arms snaking around your waist. You felt his warm lips press into the skin of your neck, trailing further down as you leaned into his touch. The longer you spent in his embrace, the more pliant you became—malleable. 

“Can I help wash you, darlin’?” Joel muttered into your neck.

You wanted to decline to prove you didn’t need help, but Joel was just as stubborn as you. He’d persist, and you were terribly close to hitting your limit on how many times you could tell him no. So, you gave him the tiniest nod and let him steer you under the water. He reached around you to grab the shampoo, pumping enough into his hands to massage over your scalp. The drag of his fingers through your tangled hair was enough to loosen the tension in your muscles. Your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of his hands on your body the only sensation you could focus on. 

Joel remained silent, moving soapy hands over your body until there wasn’t a speck of dirt left. Eventually, your body hit its limit, and you sagged into his chest, your eyes tired and heavy. He reached over and turned the water off, the immediate chill in the empty air sending shivers down your spine. 

“Stay here,” Joel muttered. “Lemme grab a towel.”

“Y’don’t even know where they are,” you grumbled. 

Joel chuckled, slipping a hand down your chest to hug you closer. His scruff tickled your neck as he nestled into your body, swaying you softly against him. 

“Then show me,” he whispered. “Get me used to this house.”

Tears stung your waterline at hearing his words; he wanted to be here with you. Not just in this moment. He was thinking about the future, and you couldn’t understand why you were worth more than this. 

“They’re up in the cabinet outside the bathroom,” you offered. “Just don’t slip on the tiles, old man.”

“There’s my girl,” he laughed. 

You hid behind the shower curtain, watching Joel’s ass leave the bathroom as he roamed into the hallway. He was only gone a moment, returning with two towels in hand. You couldn’t help but stare at how water clung to his chest hair, curling the brown hair in swirls as they trailed down his stomach. His cock hung low between his thighs, half hard and thick. You still didn’t get your last orgasm, and maybe that was something you could rectify later. Later. 

“Sure starin’ a lot for someone who hates me,” Joel quipped, holding a towel. 

“Shut up, Miller. I can do whatever I want.”

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it,” he smirked. 

You stepped out of the tub, turning around so he could wrap the towel over your shoulders. His arms wound around your body, rubbing the fabric into your skin and drying you off. You twisted the towel over your chest and returned to watching Joel in all his glory. He used his towel to dry his hair, the salt and pepper curls sticking to his forehead. You liked Joel like this—soft and natural. As much as you enjoyed the fire in his eyes and the aggression in his actions, this was something so enticing. Slinging the towel around his waist, Joel beckoned you closer and hauled you into his arms. 

“Wanna get in bed with me?” He asked. 

“Now you’re askin’ permission for things? That’s new,” you scoffed, peering up at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“Alright, have it your way,” he huffed.

Bending down, Joel tossed you over his shoulder, making you squeal as his hands planted themselves on your ass. He waltzed out of the bathroom, hauling you down the hall until he found your bedroom. The overcast sky shadowed your room through the windows, and you were so ready to curl up under the covers and hide away. 

Tossing you onto the comforter, Joel climbed over you, caging you between his arms. You shied away from him as he leaned closer, his face dangerously close to yours. You were unsure if you were ready to kiss him again, though your body thrummed with the aching need to feel his lips against yours. He roamed a hand over your chest, his fingers dancing up the column of your neck as they squeezed softly around your throat. Instinctively, you arched into his touch, relishing the slight dominance back in his movements.

“Y’gonna fight me if I kiss you?” He teased, bending down closer.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

Joel’s lips twitched into a grin as he pressed his body into yours, his mouth a breath away from yours. With a flex of his fingers around your neck, he closed the gap, his lips colliding with yours. It wasn’t frenzied like the first time; his mouth was warm and soft against yours. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to every slant of his mouth, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth as an invitation, allowing him to steer this kiss in whatever direction. 

Roaming your hands up the expanse of his muscular arms, you dug your nails into his shoulders, dragging him closer until you were flush with his body. He broke away from your lips, trailing his mouth down the hollow of your neck, sucking marks into your skin. 

“Joel,” you whined.

“Hmm?” He muttered.

“I need—.”

Your begging was cut off short as he pulled down your towel, his mouth suctioning around your pebbled nipple. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling slightly to guide him off your body. He bit the sensitive bud, rolling your nipple between his teeth. He was relentless, and you found yourself caving into his desires the longer he spent ravishing your body.

“I know y’can be demandin’, darlin’,” Joel said, releasing your nipple from between his teeth. “So, let’s fuckin’ hear it.”

“Fuck me, Joel,” you begged. “Fuck me, and don’t be gentle.”

“Y’like it when I’m rough with you? Y’want me to fuck you into the mattress?” He questioned.

“Christ,” you exhaled. “Please.”

Joel wasted no time tossing his towel across the room and lifting your legs high into the air. You didn’t care that he had you pinned beneath him; you wanted to see his eyes wild with lust while he fucked himself into you. Shuffling his knees up, he maneuvered both of your legs over one shoulder, his hands sliding under your ass and lifting your hips. He slowly eased himself into you, and you let a moan slip from your lips as his cock brushed against your cervix. Yes. This is what you needed.

“S’fuckin’ pretty when you’re stuffed with my cock,” Joel grunted, rocking his hips against yours.

“Mhmm,” you whined. 

You couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence when you were struggling to breathe. You were so fucking full of him, and the angle he had you molded into only shoved his cock further inside you. Joel rutted against you slowly, but each drive of his hips hit hard against yours. You reached for his hand that gripped your calf and pulled it down until it wrapped around your neck.

“Greedy lil’ thing,” he smirked.

Joel flexed his fingers around your throat before fully gripping it, stifling your breathing until your vision darkened. He snapped his hips harder, speeding up his thrusts until your bed frame smacked into the wall. Arousal dripped down the seam of your ass, coating Joel’s cock as it slipped in and out of you. Coils of pleasure twisted inside your stomach, and you let out strangled whimpers as you tried to swallow around his fingers.

“Y’enjoy bein’ fucked like a lil’ slut?”

“Y—yes,” you choked.

“Louder for me. Wanna hear ya’.”

But his grip tightened, cutting off your words as they lodged in your throat. Tears slid down your cheeks as you chased the burning pleasure coursing through your body. The orgasm you lost earlier was surging back to the surface, and you clawed at the feeling as it wracked against your core. Joel could sense it, too, his pace ruthless as he assaulted you with powerful thrusts.

“S’my girl need to cum?”

My girl.

The sentiment alone could have skyrocketed your orgasm to the surface. Joel’s eyes gleamed with pride as he looked down at you, satisfied at your reaction as your lips tipped up into a timid smile. The sound of being his girl didn’t sound so bad…but you’d think about that later. You needed this. 

“Please,” you begged. 

“You gonna be my good girl, darlin’? Gonna make me proud right now?”

Joel unwound his hand from your throat, threading his fingers into your hair. He bent down, forcing you further into the mattress as he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. He leaned in closer, your body nearly folded in half against his, your thighs pressed into his sweat-slick chest as your calves still rested over his shoulder. Every inch of you was covered in him: his musky scent, his smoke-tinged breath, his deep grunts lost inside your mouth. It blanketed over your fears, and you lost yourself in him. He was consuming you from the inside out, and you couldn’t help yourself when you deepened the kiss. 

“C’mon,” Joel urged, his words lost against your mouth. “Make me proud.”

Your orgasm erupted through your body, stare sparkling behind your eyelids as you seized up. Your core fluttered around Joel’s cock, milking him through each ripple of your orgasm as it passed through. 

“That’s my girl,” Joel praised. “Fuckin’ drenchin’ my cock.”

In a blur, Joel had you flipped onto your stomach, his cock vanishing from you for only a moment before he was yanking your hips up high and driving back into you. 

“Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers clawing at the comforter.

“Ain’t stoppin’ yet, darlin’. You’re gonna give me one more.”

You weren’t sure if you had anything left to give, but with Joel ramming into you from behind, you had no choice but to relinquish all control. Slick arousal ran down your thigh as Joel plunged deeper, his cock spearing into you and tearing you apart. 

“Please don’t stop,” you panted. “So close, Joel…I’m so close.”

“I know. I know,” he crooned. “Doin’ so good for me.”

Joel’s fingers dug into your hip bones, anchoring you into the bed. His touch was bruising—brutal. Your head dropped between your shoulders, your tears falling onto the sheets. Euphoria thrummed in your veins, ready to explode at any given moment. The loud echo of Joel’s hips slamming against yours battled against the storm still brewing outside; each thrust its own sound of thunder erupting inside your tiny bedroom. 

Pleasure fractured through you, your skin lit on fire as your orgasm lapped up your spine. You seized around Joel’s cock, arousal gushing from you and coating his length as he slipped in and out of your sex. Joel grunted in satisfaction, pinning your hips to his as he let your orgasm flutter through your body. 

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Makin’ such a mess of me, darlin’. Filthy lil’ thing just squirtin’ all over my cock. Y’want my cum deep inside you now? Want me to fill you up, darlin’?”

You nodded vigorously; your mouth opened in a silent plea despite Joel towering over you from behind. He couldn’t see the way you mouthed please, but he felt the desperation in your body as you pressed your hips back against his. Joel took you hard, barreling deeper inside you with each thrust until you felt him shudder with a breathy moan. Your name slipped off his lips as he buried himself to the hilt, his release filling you to the brim. It dripped out the sides, mixing with your arousal as it rolled down your thighs. Christ, you were so fucking full of him in every single way. 

Joel slumped over your body, his mouth warm against your spine as he left small kisses on your skin. You sunk into the bed, your legs giving out beneath you and leaving you exhausted and listless. Time passed slowly, and Joel finally slipped from you and tumbled onto the bed beside you. He quickly pulled you into an embrace, tucking your head under his arm and against his chest. Though your body was still unwinding from the way he fucked you, you felt yourself tensing back up. To feel this close to someone felt foreign and unsure; every fiber of your being fought against this, yet you were too tired to overcome it mentally. Joel’s fingers curled into your waist, digging softly into your skin as if to beckon you closer.

“You doin’ okay, darlin’?” He asked, his voice hoarse and tired.

You buried your head into his chest, refusing to look at him. How could you voice your fears when everything inside his eyes scared you the most? You could run from your feelings, but you could never outrun the softness of his brown eyes.

“I don’t know how to do this, Joel,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Do what?”

“Be with someone,” you confessed. “I don’t know how to be anythin’ other than alone.”

He nudged you softly, trying to coax your eyes to meet his. There was no point in hiding; at this point, you’d lose any battle against him. Lifting your head, you caught a glimpse at his eyes, their soft brown color shaded by clouded a deep sense of concern. 

“Let me show y’what it’s like,” he offered. “Let me care for you the way you deserve.”

“I’m just scared,” you whispered.

“What’re y’scared of?”

Joel raised a brow, the furrow above his nose deepening. He was silently trying to understand your hesitancy, which you appreciated, but it didn’t feel right to be this vulnerable with him. The moment you spilled your heart to him, you’d never have it back. Your walls would be broken down, and you’d have nowhere to run and hide. Sucking in a breath, you allowed the words to tumble out of you. 

“I’m scared that if I let myself fall for you, I’ll lose you like I lost everyone else.”

“Darlin’,” Joel sighed. 

He tilted your chin up, placing a gentle kiss against your trembling lips. 

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You showed me how strong y’can be. Now it’s my turn to be strong for you, ‘kay? Can I do that?”

“You aren’t supposed to be like this,” you said, shaking your head.

“How am I supposed to be?” He questioned.

“You shouldn’t be this nice to me. I don’t deserve this after everythin’ I’ve done. I deserve all the mean shit y’been doin’ to me.”

“Why can’t I do both?” He chuckled lightly, squeezing your side. “I can still be mean as long as I get to love you, too.”

You propped your head onto his chest, watching him for any fault in his words. You truly didn’t understand how he could feel all these things for you when you’d been nothing but awful. You pushed him away constantly; you got on his nerves. Why did he want you?

“You love me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Yeah, maybe I do. Got me wrapped ‘round your bratty lil’ finger, darlin’.”

Joel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His lips traveled down your damp cheeks until he captured your mouth once again. You slid your hands up his chest, your fingers tugging at the curls at the base of his neck. He pulled you in closer and maneuvered your body over his, your chests pressed together and hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop givin’ you hell, Joel,” you smiled, breaking away from his lips. 

“Oh, I’m countin’ on it, darlin’,” he chuckled.

Outside, the storm continued barreling through the fields, the quiet sound of rain tapping against the windows. Joel kept you tangled around his body, his warmth never leaving you as time drifted away. The fear still lingered in the back of your mind, but it wasn’t as powerful anymore. You had your land, you had your responsibilities, and you had your man. 

You could have it all. 

You did have it all.

[ventitititi]

You will never be unloved

Caleb x reader x rafayel, promised blurb for @mirangel

Cw/tw: three way, Dom/sub dynamics, nicknames; princess, cutie, pipsqueak, spit roasting, pnp/pwp, afab!reader, hair pulling, low key subspace description, squirting ♥️

The wet plap plap plap of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the room, the sound of your accompanying moans muffled by Caleb's dick in your throat.

Not that you were really complaining.

Rafayel whimpers into the skin at the nape of your neck, much to Caleb's amusement. He was sat in a chair, overlooking the pair of you.

"look at our little fishie, fucking you so well..." He muses, swallowing a groan when you tease at the slit on his tip. You were so diligently doing as told, your lips reverently wrapped around his length.

"slow down, raf, i wanna hear her whine a bit."

It takes a few moments before rafayel obeys, his hips slowing their rythmn. Any protests you were about to spew are silenced by caleb grabbing a fist full of your hair and pushing you down onto his length.

You nearly gag around him, eyes watering as you struggle not to. Rafayels pace is torturously slow now, nowhere near enough to be satisfying to either of you.

Rafayels further gone than you, though. He's practically nonverbal, panting against your skin and occasionally letting out a moan. He turns his pleading eyes towards Caleb,

"is this enough yet? Can i speed up again? Just wanna feel good... Wanna make our princess feel good."

His words are nearly whiny, and caleb pretends to consider it. Finally letting you up to breathe, he replies,

"nah. Keep going like that awhile longer, you both look too pretty when you cry."

"but caleb-!"

"ah!" He tuts, cutting off any pleading you were about to do.

"your mouth should be too busy to speak, hm?"

You grumble in frustration, but a stern look from him has you shutting up and going back down on him. He tastes salty on your tongue, his abdomen flexing as you tease at his most sensitive spots.

Rafayels fingers wander, under Caleb's watchful eye, reaching for your clit. The man looming over you both doesn't say anything, so he starts to rub sticky circles in an effort to offer you a little relief.

"there you go, cutie... Doing so good, yeah?" He whispers his praise against your skin, soft and sweet. His fingers take the littlest edge off your burning want, but you still needed more.

"if you're gonna do that, fishie, then fuck her harder. Make her cream for me, yeah?" Caleb tacks the last part on like a suggestion, and yet you both knew it wasn't.

In this scenario, what he says goes.

Rafayel immediately picks up the pace, trying not to cum in you too quickly, but the way you're clenching around him has him letting out a pathetic whimper.

Your own voice lets out similarly weak sounds, garbled around calebs cock as he watches the show. Soon your too dumb to even suck him off properly.

"hm? Is my pipsqueak going stupid already..?" Caleb teases, grabbing a hold of your hair and yanking it meanly. A trail of spit connects your open lips to his tip as he pulls you off.

You're fighting against the pleasure of rafayels desperate ruts to keep your eyes open. Calebs grip forces you to make eye contact, and he chuckles lowly at the sight.

"harder, fishie. She's already goin' dumb." He tuts.

Rafayel shakes his head, already on the brink of an orgasm himself. "Can't... Can't, s' too much!"

He whines when you clench down around him, but caleb only clicks his tongue. he doesn't press the matter, watching as rafayel starts to lose his grip.

When he inevitably cums before you do, his eyes are watering as he apologizes. He's slowing down, but Caleb chides him.

"who said you could stop? Keep going."

So rafayel fucks you through his overstimulation, salt water tears staining your back as he desperately rubs at your clit, begging for you to release.

"please, cutie, need it... Please please please -"

Your clenching around him, slick dripping onto the ground as rafayel quickly works you towards that high. You're moaning, who's name? You're not even sure anymore. Too far gone to care, really.

Everythings muffled, you're floating as you submit to the pounding from behind. Every time raf hits your sweet spot, you claw and grasp at calebs thighs, desperately trying not to fall too deep.

Caleb lets out a low whistle as your body starts to convulse, your orgasm ripping through you. A combination of your cum and rafayels coats rafayels cock, a ring forming around the base.

Your vision blanks out from the pleasure for a few moments, rafs desperate fingers leave your clit and his length slips out with a distant sound.

Your head feels like it's filled with cotton, but through your daze you can hear both men cursing.

"holy shit..."

"did she just..?"

"didn't know you could do that, pipsqueak."

Calebs impressed face is looking down at you, and through your haze you turn to look at raf behind you.

From his navel down to his thighs, he's absolutely coated in what you can only assume is your release.

Did you just...?

Rafayel looks just as hazy as you, but caleb lets out another appreciative sound.

"looks like we've got a squirter, after all."

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TRACK 30: aita

guitarist!jisung x reader

a/n: been beating myself for updating this so slowly as if it isn’t triple the length of my usual aus :’)

a/n: the next 3 parts are written so they’re going to take me forever

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[cvnt4him]

All of my izuku writings in one place.

fluff/comfort = ❤︎ smut = ** angst/hurt = ☹︎

random shit = 𖦹 suggestive = * Requests = 🎗️

EVENT!! = ★ multi char = ☁︎ mikah’s fav! = ♪

Events!!

Izuku week! [fin.]

ೃ࿔ 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯! [discontinued.]

Series.

Neighbors. [discontinued.]

Our First.(s). [ongoing]

Part twos. [ongoing]

Diaries of Spiderman. [WIP/ongoing]

Fics.

Live for the applause.: **

My love, mine all mine.: ☹︎ / 🎗️

Vengeance is mine.: ** / ☹︎

Stuck inside..: ** / ☹︎ / 🎗️

Slut him out!!: ** / 🎗️

Good guy my ass.: **

Reader gets hit w bunny quirk.: ** / 🎗️

Switch!zuzu x switch!reader.: ❤︎ / ** / 🎗️

Life moves on.: ☹︎ / 🎗️

Izuku x reader w insomnia: ❤︎ / 🎗️

This is what friends do.: ** / 🎗️

Walking in on bestfriend!zuku?!: **/ ☹︎ / 🎗️

Zukus n his big girl!: ** / 🎗️ / ♪

Inexperienced!izu.: ** / ❤︎

Panty sniffer izu: ** / ♪

Fat reader: ❤︎ / 𖦹 / ☁︎

Brainrot/PnP.

femboy!zuzu pt2: ** / 𖦹

think’n ab zu<33.: ** / 𖦹

prohero!izuku pt2.: **

Relieving teacher!izuku: ** / 🎗️

Walking in on izuku?!: ** / 🎗️

Baby fever w zu: ** / 🎗️ / ★

hyperspermia: ** / 🎗️ / ♪

PH!zuku fucking his fans?!: ** / 𖦹 / ♪

Backshots w izu?!: ** / 🎗️ / ♪

Doctor!izu x patient!reader: ** / 𖦹

Smitten bun bun!izu: ❤︎ / 𖦹

Izu w a D too big for his own good: **

Ruining izu's orgasm: ** / 𖦹

Spoiled bunny!izu: ❤︎ / 𖦹 / ♪

Riding izus abs: ** / 𖦹

Frotting w wolf!katsu n bunny!izu: **

Headcanons.

Guys w a chubby gf: ** / * /☁︎

attitudes w sassy men: ** / 🎗️ / ☁︎

Lovesick!zuzu.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Stressed out reader.: ❤︎ / ☹︎ / 🎗️

Izu cock hcs!!!: ** / 🎗️

Best way to get izu off!: ** / 🎗️

New series?: 𖦹

Izuku who: ** / 🎗️ / 𖦹

Imagines.

Spending the 4th w zuzu!!: ❤︎ / 𖦹

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Birthday head w zuzu: ** / 𖦹

Giggly sex w izu: ** / 𖦹

PH!zuku fucking his fans?!: ** / 𖦹 / ♪

Diety! Izuku x nymph! Reader: 𖦹

Bunny! izuku x human! Reader: 𖦹 / ❤︎

Doctor!izu: ** / 𖦹

Ruining izu's orgasm: ** / 𖦹

Drabbles.

Comfort w vigilante!zuku.: ❤︎ / 🎗️ / ☹︎ / ★

Big d!zu w gray sweats?!: ** / 🎗️ / ★

Amusement park date w zu-kins!!: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zu w a touchy bestie?!: * / 🎗️

zu can't tie a tie.: ❤︎ / 🎗️

Zuku x big tiddie!reader.: ** / 🎗️

asking his best friend for advice.: * / 🎗️

zuku x foreigner!reader: ❤︎ / 𖦹

Backshots w izu?!: ** / 🎗️ / ♪

Tall reader n zuku!: * / 🎗️

Weird!izuku...: * / 𖦹

Smitten bun bun!izu: ❤︎ / 𖦹

Panty sniffer izu: ** / ♪

Izu w a D too big for his own good: **

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Not so Pure Anymore

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PnP (Porn no Plot), Daddy Kink, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Degration, Humiliation Kink, Sensory Deprivation

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Guess who's back y'all! Took some time off because of stress but also just because of school, I wanted to to focus more on my school work and all but I'm back. I'm slowly gonna start posting again with a welcome to Simeon here. This probably won't be my best work, so I'm saying sorry in advance.

AMAB!Reader x Virgin!Simeon - Not so Pure Anymore

Simeon didn't know how you tempted him to sin yet he doesn't regret it. He was laying down on his bed, his eyes covered with your tie as you undressed each other and kissed his neck all over. "Y-Y/N..~" He whimpered softly while kissing you passionately.

You chuckled under your breath and pinned Simeon down to the bed as you slid your cock right into his ass, groaning softly as you started pounding his asshole fast, loud slaps filling the room along with the angel's moans. "Aww, look at my dirty angel~ looking so broken already with just a few thrusts~.. I wonder how many people have taken you down on their dicks..."

Simeon was blushing furiously and whimpered while he could feel his asshole be stretched by you. His face was flushed as he thought through your words. Both of you knew that Simeon's never been with someone, but teasing him was just fun to you. "N-no one, Daddy~ o-only you~ you're the only one~" He whined a bit louder while you leaned closed and thrusted harder in him.

"Wow Simeon~ I wonder if poor Luke can hear your moans from across the hall?~ You wouldn't want his innocence to be gone like yours, now would you?~" You kept taunting him while slowing down a bit, looking down at Simeon to see his flushed face. The angel didn't want Luke to see him like this, so why was his body reacting so lewdly to your words?

His wings came out of his back to try and cover his face but you spread his wings apart so then he couldn't try to cover himself. "Wow you're a dirty slut~ you're leaking from just my words!~" Simeon had moaned loudly once you touched his wings, his back arching while he tried to hold your hands.

Simeon could feel something throbbing inside of him and whimpered, his own cock leaking precum as you held his hips tight and thrusted faster inside of his asshole. "H-hah~ f-fuck...~ Oh fuck I wanna cum~ I need yours please!~" He begged you endlessly as you grunted and leaned towards his ear. "Aww~ you want my cum, slut? You want me to fill you up and get you pregnant?~" You whispered in his ear while Simeon nodded his head wildly and came all over his chest in response as he could feel you getting deeper.

You slammed yourself into his asshole as deep as you could, groaning loudly while you came inside of him, both of you panting heavily while you just continued to come inside of Simeon. You chuckled and pulled the tie off of Simeon, seeing some tears in his eyes from the euphoric experience. "Damn... That felt amazing~" You groaned and chuckled, laying down next to him without pulling out.

You kissed his face all over and chuckled, wiping the tears away. "Seems you're not so pure anymore~ Think anyone's going to find out?"

[hanasnx]

❝ starlight. ❞

── anakin skywalker x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 1.2k SUMMARY: a happy reunion. NOTES: no spoilers for ahsoka but takes place in an environment seen in ahsoka. force ghost anakin? who knows WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | coitus | kinks: size, praise | breath play: choking | attempted: possessiveness | implied: established relationship | doggy style | unprotected sex | hair pulling | body image: “hair long enough to pull.”

“Why am I here?” you question. Your pliant hands open at your sides, inviting him to answer you.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER's lips quirk in a familiar manner, a funny feeling growing in the pit of your stomach at the grave reminder you haven’t seen him in years. “Some might call it ‘unfinished business.’ Shall I enlighten you?”

“Please.”

“You needed closure. You sought me out.” he accused you, even while buried deep inside you to the hilt, as he once did decades ago. Even after all this time, you’re still not used to his size. The sheer sensation of it grips you infallibly, nodding your head in desperation to be heard without the use of your weak voice. Like dogs, you’re tangled together on the floor of this mysterious, unknown place. An environment unnamed, and a situation inexplicable, yet you couldn’t give yourself to him fast enough. “You wouldn’t believe how lonely I’ve been. How long I’ve waited for you.” he exhales into your hair, hot breath fanning over your skin as you cry out. “Finally, you’re open to receiving me.” In more ways than one. you think to say, but the words cannot leave your lips.

“Anakin,” you begin, but you can’t form whatever sentence you’d hoped to find.

His sweet, pleased crooning interrupts you, sending shivers down your spine. “Say it again.” His body weight sinks into you with the request, his hand loving and tender against your throat as it squeezes so candidly.

“Anakin!”

“Yes, star shine? Anything. Anything at all, it’s yours.” he coos as he shifts back and forth on his hip, sinking into your welcoming, wet heat. “Tell me,” That palm on your neck strengthens and you keen. How can you possibly ask him questions while he unravels you as expertly as he’s done a thousand times before?

You sigh, “Harder.”

A pregnant pause as you sense his grin stretch against your scalp, pressing a kiss to it in gratitude. “That’s my girl.” he praises your invitation, obliging you swiftly. The noise of your conjoined bodies heightens with each snap of hips against yours, the slivers of exposed flesh smacking against each other in a delicious sting. When you brace your palm against the ground of this bridge made of light, stars spread from your touch, and you get lost in the wonder of it. You’d had no time to admire the beauty of this “after-life” because of Anakin’s all-consuming nature. How he draws you into his intense gaze, and you’re undeniably under his control. Your refusal always falters. No matter how logical you may be, Anakin will be one step ahead of you. Out-maneuver you until you’re in a position much like this. A bitch in heat as he uses you to his heart’s content.

Apparently, he cared not for your distraction, and his hand brushes from your throat to your jaw. He cranes you neck in a curt motion, and your eyes are back on him. Flexibly, you’re inclined towards him as he captures your lips. As soft as you remember, they mold against yours. When they part, you’re all too eager to plunge your tongue into his willing mouth, receiving you to taste all you have to offer.

Briefly, he breaks it, only to murmur against you, “You missed me?”

“Of course I did, Ani, of course,” you ramble, and his grasp clamps around your cheeks to purse your lips. He leans in to redistribute his kiss and quiet your whimpers. This time, he’s unapologetic in the way he pries your teeth apart to dive his tongue in. As if he missed the most mundane parts of you, the tip lines your molars, the roof of your mouth, under your tongue, anything. You arch away from the pressure of him pressing further, an ache in your jaw as he sticks his tongue down your throat. You can’t hold yourself up against his rigid body weight, and you collapse onto your cheek.

Undeterred, Anakin chases you. Greedy for you, he latches onto your ear, biting down onto it, sucking on the cartilage as he plows you. The way he fills you, you feel so empty when he pulls out, only to bully his path back in.

“How are you here? How are you doing this?” you mumble, the power to speak draining from you with every second he’s inside you. As if he feeds in your very life force. His needy grunts in your ear send you reeling, and threads through your locks with his fingers, gripping the base of your follicles to grant himself leverage. The tingles from the action shimmer throughout your figure, and you curl your toes.

“Are you to question every gift?” he asks with a hint of amusement to his ragged tone. The grace and formality he’d greeted you with at the beginning of this meeting had melted away. Replaced with carnal desire and ache. “I know you, my star, you’re close.” He’s right. Your walls quiver around his formidable member that bruises your insides so delectably. “Ever the glutton for punishment.” he tsks, his knowledge of your desires serving him in this aspect. You’ve never shied away from a large cock, and Anakin’s the biggest you’ve ever taken. You lurch as he hammers in a particularly hard angle, and he chuckles at how you clench around him. “Not the only one who missed me…” he muses as he stares at your swollen folds, swallowing him up. Referencing your pussy as some insatiable entity always drove you mad with lusts.

Your helpless noises spur him on as they spill from your agape mouth. “My love, my love,” you blubber. Overwhelming emotion overtakes your exhausted nervous system, tears welling in your eyes. The sentimentality of something so debauched as sharing your most sacred parts with your long-lost-lover flares in your chest, your throat closing up. “Make me come… please? No one can like you can.” you manage to promise.

The notion you’d tried to get over him had Anakin stepping it up, increasing his pace. “Is that so?” he taunts. His free hand splays against the base of your spine, bouncing you onto his cock to meet his thrusts. You bite your lip in an attempt to silence yourself, and you become acutely aware of how he twitches inside you, signaling his impending release.

“Yes! Yes, I promise,” you insist, hoping to aid him in his endeavor of laying claim to you for the thousandth time.

By your hair alone, he yanks you up, clapping a hand over your throat to pin your back to his chest. The pressure forcing you to reticence. “Anything, my sweet,” he repeats. Anything for you.

The insurmountable wave crashes through the two of you, rippling through you head-to-toe. You pulse in his hold, but he’s steadfast, clutching you through it while your writhe in his grip. Languid kisses pepper where he can reach, his large arms securing you as you come down from you white-hot high. He remains seated inside you, embracing you.

[lis-likes-fics]

Bells, Bells, Bells

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Word Count: 3k words Prompt: Double penetration Warnings: NSFW, swearing, threesome, double penetration, fingering, lots of lube, anal, use of anal plug, use of safe word, pnp, p in v, p in a, aftercare, they're all pathetic actually... A/N: I was working on a completely different fic and then got completely stuck so I started writing this instead and, well this got done a lot quicker so... Anyway, this is basically just porn with no plot bc plot would've taken a bit. Hope you enjoy. Also A/N: This is also my first time writing anal so...bear with me, guys.

You whimper when the bed dips next to you, your arms trembling as they hold you up underneath you. There are goosebumps all over your body plaguing your skin and making it hard to pretend like you're chill about all of this.

Steve, sitting in front of you, just raises a hand to your cheek and smiles reassuringly as his thumb grazes your skin. You lean into his hand and shut your eyes.

Behind you, Eddie chuckles lightly and inoffensively. “Relax, sweetheart. I haven't even touched you yet.” Then his hand sets gently on the bare skin of your ass and smooths there. “Get closer to Stevie. He'll help you.”

On hands and knees, you take a couple steps more toward him until your hands are planted on either side of his crossed legs. Your head rests momentarily on his shoulder before he pulls you back to lay a long kiss on your lips. You lean in some more, humming lightly against his lips.

“Good girl. There ya go,” Eddie whispers. “Just breathe for me, baby, and relax. Or it's not gonna be easy. Got me?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“You remember the safe words?” he asks, his tone still calming and guiding but holding just as much gravity.

You nod. “Bells means I'm good. Puppet means slow down. Whiskey to stop.”

“Good girl,” Steve says this time, petting your head and kissing your forehead.

Eddie sets his hands on your butt, smoothing his palms over the skin before spreading your cheeks apart. “‘Kay, just relax, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers.

You flinch when you feel him squeeze out some of the same cold, wet lube from before over the pretty blue plug still nestled between your cheeks.

You'd never done anything like this before. A couple hours before, you told Steve and Eddie that you wanted to try something new. They always had to take turns when you got intimate, one in front and one in back. But you wanted to see what it would be like to take them both at once.

So they pulled out their—thoroughly cleansed—plug and worked with you for a while to get you ready to put it in. It was a tight squeeze, but they were both so encouraging through the whole process of stretching you out enough to comfortably take it. It's been a couple hours since they put it in, to get you nice and ready for them, and now they had to take it out.

So here you are, hands and knees with Steve holding your face and Eddie spreading a generous amount of lube over the plug and your puckered hole.

“‘Kay, I'm gonna pull it out. Need you to push a little for me, sweets. Okay? It's gonna be kinda weird, but you'll be fine.” Eddie says.

You nod, “‘Kay.” Doing just as he says, you push a little as he grabs a hold of the handle of the plug and begins to, very slowly, pull it out.

Distracting you, Steve captures your lips with his own and muffles your stiff moan. As you stretch around the apex of the plug, you hold your breath as he manages to pull the rest of it out. All of you sigh as it finally comes out.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” Eddie asks.

Steve nods, pulling away from your lips. “She's good. Just not used to it. Right, baby?” he asks gently. You hum in agreement.

“Where are you at?” Eddie asks.

“Bells.”

He sighs gently, reassured. “Okay, good. You look good. You'll be loose enough for me now.”

You all agreed that it would be better for Eddie to take the back: Steve was thicker than him, and it would have been too much of a stretch—especially for the first time. He didn't mind.

You nod, returning Steve's smile as he strokes your cheeks. Your legs tremble slightly, the anticipation eating away at you as you breathe gently.

Eddie's hands stroke your cheeks, bending over your body to kiss the back of your neck. “Like I said before,” he speaks gently, “it's gonna feel kinda weird and a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it. From there…it's heaven, baby.”

You chuckle lightly. “You'd know all about that, huh?” you tease, glancing at Steve mischievously. He laughs with you, looking at Eddie behind you with a smug look.

Eddie snorts. “Please, you know Steve's a bigger bottom than me.”

You laugh again. “You're both bottoms. Even with me sometimes.”

He shrugs, amused and happy that you're happy. Lightly smacking your ass, he shakes his head. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Breathing in, you let out a long sigh and nod. “I'm ready.”

Eddie spreads another generous amount of lube over his cock, pumping himself a couple times before lining up with you. “Here goes nothing,” he mumbles.

Steve takes your face and pulls you in for another kiss. You grunt against his lips as you feel the head of Eddie's cock pushing against your hole, then pushing past to go deeper and deeper, slowly seating inside of you bit by bit as his hands hold you tightly by your hips.

The feeling is foreign, pushing deeper into you as you distract yourself with the feeling of Steve's tongue smoothing over your bottom lip.

But then, Eddie's hips meet your behind and the tension snaps.

Your lips slip off of Steve’s as you melt against him, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his chest on a long sigh. Steve chuckles lightly. “There ya go,” he hums, glancing up at Eddie, whose face is just as blissfully fazed as your own.

Eddie starts pulling out, still slow as he allows you to get used to the feeling before he’s pushing back in again after his long thrust. Pushing all the way back in, another sigh breaches your lips as the tiniest moan slips from you. Your limbs feel like jelly, and it’s so strange to you as you lay there with no strength in your body to sit back up, perfectly content to just lay against Steve.

“How are we doing?” Eddie questions, his voice strained as his own pleasure begins to tickle at his throat.

It takes a moment as you take a choppy breath in. “Bells,” you whimper in a slurred tone.

“Good girl,” he nods. He does that for a while, keeping it steady as the both of you get used to each other. Steve watches, his hardening cock almost painful as the two of you enjoy the other. Your moans start to grow as Eddie continues steadily rocking in and out of you.

After a moment, still stroking your cheek, Steve whispers to you. “You think you’re ready for me yet?”

Glancing up at him, you nod. The word slips out in the middle of a moan, “Bells.”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head as his hand eases underneath you and slips between your thighs, his fingers teasing your folds, “You’re such a good girl.”

Normally, you’d thank him, but your lips are so slack from the pleasure that it’s hard to form the words. His thick fingers sink into you, pushing your lower lips apart in order to massage your tight pussy.”Jesus,” he mumbles under your breath. You’re so wet for him already, your arousal mixed with the lube has made you slick and slippery and perfect for him.

Steve lays back so he’s underneath you, his hands on your waist and his cock laying against his belly. He strokes himself in his hand a couple times before lining up with you. “You ready?” he asks, his voice gentle against your ears.

You nod. “Bells.”

He licks his bottom lip as he chuckles lightly. Eddie slows to a stop behind you, nodding at Steve before he’s pushing inside of you. A long groan slips from both your chests as Steve sheaths himself inside. The stretch, although stinging at first, is delightful as you rest your head on his chest.

You nod quickly, “Bells, bells.”

Steve begins his own slow rhythm at your consent, Eddie joining along as the two of you start a steady pace. You squeeze your eyes shut as your jaw hangs wide open. A curse falls from your lips, and you can’t help but to clench your fists in the pillow behind Steve’s head.

It feels so good. Much better than you thought it would. While you lay there, blissed out, the boys just keep stroking in and out of you with the pleasure building within themselves.Their rhythm builds, picking up a bit as they begin to chase the pleasure. You’re so tight, even tighter now with both of them stuffed inside of you like this. And you feel so full. You wonder briefly how you could’ve gone this long without feeling so full.

The drags of their cocks thrusting in and out of you is addictive, and you can hardly think past the feeling of them as the air you keep gasping for dries out your throat.

It’s when Eddie’s steady rhythm starts to build a little more than you’re ready for that your moans start to become whinier. You grip the sheets tight, burying your face in Steve’s neck as you try to calm yourself down before you freak out at the rougher pace Eddie’s adopted. It’s warm now, and you can feel it getting hotter and hotter.

Eddie grips your waist tight, rocking your hips slightly to meet his thrusts. You’ve just been squeezing around him so well, he needed to feel more of you as he felt himself building up, up, up–

“Mm-fuck. Eddie, puppets—puppets!”

As soon as the word falls from your lips, he eases up on you until his quickened thrusts have become slower, tempered thrusts in and out of you, his loud breath adjusted to fit the pace as well. “Sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says quickly, bending down so his chest presses to your back, his lips caressing the back of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

Steve’s own eyes have shot open as he slows to a complete stop, his hand coming back to your cheek to ease you down. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers to you as you lean into him some more. Then, looking at Eddie, he nods gently to reassure him, “You’re okay. She’s good. We’re good.”

You feel fuzzy, both their gentleness seeping into your bones and soothing your skin until your scorched nerves are merely little tingles throughout your body. You nod slowly, coming down from your slight panic as you focus on the gentler rock of Eddie’s hips.

“Are you good?” Eddie whispers into your ear, one of his hands stroking your sides to help soothe you some more. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop? If you want me to stop, we’ll stop. Talk to me, sweetheart.” He kisses your shoulder.

You shake your head, sighing gently and leaning back up against him. “I’m okay,” you whisper back. “Don’t stop, I’m good.”

You all take a moment, with your eyes closed and your breath steadying, with both their eyes on you and their breaths still to listen to yours. The tension eases from your brow, and your lips part to let out a gentle puff of air as the heat transforms back into bliss.

Steve’s hand strokes the side of your neck. “D’you want me to move, baby?”

You nod. “Yes, please.”

So Steve begins again, easing into you. Slow and steady, steady and slow. You ease into the pleasure again, focusing on both of them and the shaking in your limbs from the euphoria venturing your system.

Another moment passes, and you nod again. “Bells,” you sigh. “Both of you.”

And they comply, bringing their paces back up to a quicker but just as gentle movement. And as the moment eases, you’ve all returned to heaven. You squeeze around them both, unable to help yourself as you let your body succumb to the pleasure.

You moan as you lave lazy kisses along Steve’s collarbone. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you securely around him so you have no choice but to lean all of your weight on top of him. He welcomes in, finding comfort in the feeling of it.

Eddie keeps rocking into you with the same pace as Steve, careful not to lose himself again and hurt you. He’d die before he ever hurt you on purpose. Your moans mix with their own, hot and heavy and full of the same lust for the others.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good.”

Steve nods, tangling one of his hands in the hair at the back of your scalp as he holds you there, careful not to hurt you in any way. “Yeah? You like it?”

You nod lazily. “Mm-hm.”

He huffs at the way you flutter around him. “You wanna cum for us, babygirl?”

You nod again, quicker this time. “Please.”

One of Eddie’s hands lets you go in favor of finding your little clit, pulsing against his finger as he presses against it. You keen into his touch, your eyelids fluttering and your moan sigh turning into a whimpering moan. You curse again.

Steve’s eye clench shut and he leans his head back against the pillow. His pink lips part to let out a harsh sigh as he nods. “Just like that, Eddie. She’s fucking squeezin’ me.”

Eddie grunts, thrusting his hips forward and lingering deep within you for a moment. “Fuckin’ tell me about it.”

The pleasure sparks in your limbs, in your belly, behind your eyes as you moan into Steve’s neck. He leans his head forward to bury his face in the crook of your own neck, inhaling your scent and letting it cloud his brain.

A string of curses falls from your lips as the pleasure rises within you. It rises and rises and rises until you can’t hold it anymore. The tension snaps, crashing down on you like a tidal wave as you fall apart, closing your eyes and clenching every muscle in your body. You moan, loud, helpless, blinded by the euphoria that fills your body. Your thighs tremble and you flutter around them as you push them closer to their own releases.

Eddie’s the next to go, pulling out of you quickly as he takes his cock in his hands and pumps himself, fast and rough as his lips part. A loud moan spills from his lips as his cum spills on your back, groaning your name and a few “fuck, fuck, fuck”s. He throws his head back and announces his pleasure to the ceiling.

And, like clockwork, Steve follows, pulling all the way out and shouting his praise. “F-f-fuck, I love you.” His hips cant into you, seeking out the squeeze of your pussy when met with the cold of the air. He chokes when Eddie’s hand grips his cock and strokes, coating his palm in the rest of Steve’s cum.

As the pleasure wanes and the crashing waves become gentle laps on the shore, you fall limp atop Steve’s chest. You rest your head on him and let out a long sigh, your eyes lidded and your mind mush. You couldn’t be more satisfied.

Catching his breath, Eddie’s large hands smooth against your ass and up your sides, feeling you and kneading your flesh to work out any kinks you may have acquired.

And he’s the one to clean you up as he nearly limps to the tiny bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean the three of you up with. He takes extra care of wiping his sticky release from your back, bending down and kissing your shoulder as he does.

And, once you’re clean, he collapses on the bed next to you and Steve, throwing his arms lazily over your back and burying his face in his pillow. You don’t think he can breathe.

Steve’s hand strokes your back in slow, gentle circles as his other works through Eddie’s tangled hair. Both of you are jelly against him, weak and honestly pathetic.

“Fuck,” you manage to whisper, though your vocal chords fight you and your brain complains at the unnecessary sound.

Eddie hums, lifting his head to tilt to the side so he can finally breathe. Steve, still stroking you, smiles and says, “You think that’s something you wanna do again?”

“Are you kidding?” you huff, your words heavy and slurred in your mouth. “We can never do it any other way again.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in his chest and rumbling against you. Eddie joins him, lifting an arm to lay his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp with the very tips of his fingers. Your eyes flutter closed, unable to fight the relaxation it pulls from you. You’re limp and pliant, and he’s content in watching the softness in your face.

Steve sighs before tapping your side lightly. “Okay. My turn,” he says, easing you off of him as he sits up. Your eyes follow him lazily, your brows pulled together in question. He can’t possibly think you have the energy for another go… He can’t possibly have the energy for another go.

Eddie turns onto his back, just as confused. “Your turn for what?” he asks, almost daring him to suggest another round.

Instead, Steve rounds the bed and pulls the covers from under both your bodies. He bends down quickly and kisses both your lips, even as you continue to give him your questioning looks. Getting back in, he lays down and rests his head on Eddie’s chest, letting out a loud and long sigh as he relaxes against him, closing his eyes.

You giggle, taking the other side as you nestle into the crook of Eddie’s neck. He laughs, trying to keep it light as he tangles his fingers in Steve’s hair and massages his scalp gently. You see him go limp, the tension leaving his body as he almost immediately falls asleep, as though Eddie had shut him off.

You stroke Steve’s cheek with your thumb, as he had done to you. Eddie’s hand strokes your side. Just like that, you feel the pull of sleep beginning to take you as well. You can barely hold your eyes open as you’re mumbling a tiny “love you” to Eddie and an unconscious Steve.

Eddie smiles, kissing your forehead. “Love you, too.”

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