#reader is 20yrs old

[pearlessance]

Three's A Crowd

Tommy Miller x f!reader x Joel Miller

Summary: Tommy's new girlfriend is awfully sweet. When Joel finds out she's got a big appetite that only he can fill, he decides to satisfy the craving. Warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, threesome, praise, seduction, age gap(20yrs), size difference, oral sex galore, unprotected sex, photos taken during intercourse, mention of sending nudes, throat bulge, usual smut antics NOTE: i'm not sure if this is actually any good considering it was writen in just a matter of days because i was inspired by the new promo, gabriel luna the man that you are 😵‍💫😵‍💫 !! MASTERLIST [crossposted to AO3]

 Joel Miller knows his brother like the back of his hand. 

Which is why it’s not surprising when Tommy lets him in on the details about his secret new girlfriend. Secret—because you’re the daughter of their most consistent client. 

At first, Joel tells him how stupid it is to risk the company like that. It’s irresponsible to put on the line their biggest cash cow just to fuck around with the only daughter of the man that funds Miller Contracting through the winter. And then there’s the fact that you don't exactly fit Tommy’s type.

A rich girl with an even richer daddy compared to all those wild girls from Tommy’s previous female fixations? It doesn’t line up. It makes no sense in Joel’s head. 

Even as his brother tries to explain, “I didn’t go after her. Not at first. She came onto me.”

Joel’s got one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped on the open window of his truck as they drive home from a particularly exhausting day. He furrows his brows and asks, “Don’t you think that’s a little suspicious? You sure she actually likes you and isn’t just tryin’ to get her daddy’s attention?”

Tommy snorts. “Even if she was, I wouldn't care. You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?”

“Jesus Christ—”

“An’ I mean love, Joel. Not like. Love.” There are stars in his eyes and he knows it’s a serious matter but Joel can’t help the laugh that escapes him.

He thinks it must be high praise coming from his brother who goes home with a different girl every other weekend. “That good, huh?”

“Better than good.” 

And he knows Tommy’s got a one-track mind, so there’s really no use fighting it. So he just says, “Be careful. Don’t go gettin’ caught 'cause the business will pay the price.”

Tommy agrees and Joel lets it go. Doesn’t think about it again, even when Tommy cancels their plans to go out that weekend in favor of your company.

Well, not until he’s standing in your kitchen going over blueprints with your father, that is. 

Joel tries not to glance out of the floor-length windows in the kitchen to the backyard. He tries not to look at the movement in the pool that repeatedly catches his eye. And he tries, really fucking hard, not to allow his attention to linger on the way that white bikini rests so snugly against your chest, or the way your wet hair cascades down your back and sticks to your smooth skin, or the way his cock twitches in his jeans when the impressive swell your ass shakes as you pull yourself up and out of the pool.

He understands his brother a little better when he sees you, Joel thinks. Understands why he’s willing to risk such a high-profit opportunity for the chance to see you underneath him. 

Your father leaves the kitchen to find an old set of blueprints to compare to the new ones, and Joel begins to panic as he realizes this is the moment you decide you’re done swimming. 

When you open the door to the kitchen the hinges creak. Joel takes note of it. 

Water drips onto the white tile floor, the same quick rhythm as the thumping of his heart against his sternum. You cross the kitchen and open the fridge door without even looking at him. 

But Joel certainly looks at you. Can’t help but to, really. You’re like some decadent display as you break the seal of an icy bottle of water and begin to take long, slow drinks from it. Your lips are plush and swollen and Tommy’s words reverberate in the back of Joel’s head. 

You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?

“Thirsty?”

He nearly chokes. Joel knows you’re likely just being hospitable. Kind, even. But he feels like he shouldn’t be speaking to you, not when you’re close to naked and dripping wet. And if not because of your father upstairs, then certainly because of his brother’s affinity for you. So, despite the way his tongue feels like sandpaper in his mouth, he says, “No, thanks.”

Joel turns his eyes back to his blueprints, folding the corner once, twice, trying to focus on anything but the weight of your stare.

If you notice his unease you ignore it as you slide up to the counter beside him and peer down at the layout of your father’s newest home renovation. You’re so close he can feel the heat of your skin, can smell the chlorine in your hair. “Hm,” you say. “This is for the guest room?”

“Bedroom D,” he corrects.

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You turn away from the blueprints, spine resting against the marble countertop in favor of studying him instead. “You’re Joel, right? Tommy’s older brother?”

There’s no sense in lying, Joel thinks. Though he does consider it for a moment. “Uh…yeah,” he says. And then he clears his throat and nods, repeating a little more firmly, “Yeah.”

Your stare is so hot against his skin, eyes unabashedly roaming down the column of his neck. He shivers as your attention lingers on the small sliver of his chest that’s revealed thanks to his decision this morning to leave one of the buttons on his flannel unsecured. You’re standing so close to him now that a drop of chlorinated water falls from the ends of your hair and onto his arm.

Joel feels the cool liquid slide down his too warm-skin, melting as if it were ice, heating to the temperature of his blood that sings in his veins beneath your scrutinization.

He watches your tongue slide over your pretty bottom lip and his breath catches in his lungs. “Hm,” you say again, the sound a little fonder this time. “I see where he gets his good looks from.”

It’s been a long time since someone flirted with him so openly. Even longer since someone your age even took a second glance at him. And even though he knows, by the rule of his own morality, that you belong to his little brother…Joel can’t deny the giddy feeling it elicits in his chest. Can’t deny that he likes your attention, either.

“Found them,” your father suddenly says, bounding down the stairs with folded blueprints in his hand. 

Joel clears his throat and you take a small step away from him, but otherwise seem unphased by the intrusion. He tries to ignore the lingering buzzing beneath his skin, tries to shake off what remains of the electrified energy you’d created.

You greet your dad with a kiss on the cheek and tell him you’re going out tonight. Your father asks with who, and you glance past him, staring only at Joel as you say simply, “Just a friend.”

And he knows you’ll likely be at his little brother’s apartment within the hour. Thinks about preparing himself for yet another of Tommy’s cancellations of guy’s night but this time there’s no frustration on Joel’s part. 

Because he doesn’t blame his brother at all. If anything, he understands a little better now. Understands why getting drunk with Joel at a bar is a far less tempting activity than spreading those pretty thighs of yours. Understands why he’d rather stay home than go out, especially if you’re there in his bedroom on your knees for him. 

His assumption is confirmed later that night when he gets a text message.

Tommy: Have to cancel again. Sorry, something came up.

Joel knows exactly what ‘came up’ and decides to put on an old western movie to distract himself instead.

But when he lays in bed that night, the image of you in your bikini surfaces in his brain and makes a home there. He tries for an hour to get himself to relax enough to shut it out, to just go to sleep.

Eventually, though, he realizes there’s no fucking point in trying. And even though you’re in his brother’s bed and your father’s blueprints are sitting on the kitchen table downstairs, Joel Miller takes his cock in his hand and has the best orgasm of his life. He thinks about your smooth skin and supple curves, thinks about the way that single droplet of water felt against his skin, thinks about your pink tongue and the way you looked at him with such insatiable hunger.

It’s a secret Joel decides he’ll take to his grave.

He tries not to think of you after that. Tries to keep his distance from you, from your house in general. Joel’s not a man who enjoys technology but opts for emailing your father instead of meeting with him to avoid another post-pool incident.

Tommy finally makes it to guy’s night two weeks later but he’s glued to his fucking cell phone. Joel tries to make conversation, tells him about upcoming projects and opportunities for contracts, and mentions that this summer has been their most profitable yet. But Tommy only nods every so often. Giving Joel a stupid, uninterested, “Yeah, for sure,” or “That’s great, Joel,” or “I don’t know, maybe.”

There’s no salt to his words, no meaning other than oblivious agreement. And it starts to anger Joel because Tommy’s been distracted by girls before but never like this. Never so much so that he can’t sit and have half a conversation with his brother. Eventually, he lets out an annoyed sigh and says, “If you’ve got somewhere better to be you can just fuckin’ go, Tommy. Jesus Christ.”

The irritation seems to finally get his attention. Tommy locks his cell phone and says, “She’s sending me pictures, distractin’ me, I’m sorry,” but there’s a stupid ass grin on his face and Joel can feel the insincerity radiating off his brother.

Joel rolls his eyes and waves down the bartender for the check. 

“No, no, okay,” Tommy insists, setting his phone face down on the bar top. He shoos the bartender away and says, “Okay, seriously, you’re right. I’m sorry.” It’s a little more genuine this time, and so Joel decides to meet his brother halfway.

“You really like her? S’that what this is?”

That smile returns to Tommy’s face, eyes glossing over in a mystifying way. He must, because Joel’s never seen him like this before. “We’re not even together,” he says.

Joel’s brows furrow. “What are you talking about? You spend every weekend with her, you might as well be.”

“Believe me, Joel, I’ve tried, man. She’s…I don’t know how to explain it. She doesn’t want anything serious. Doesn’t wanna be exclusive or nothin’ but isn’t fuckin’ around with anyone but me. I just…” he shakes his head and his eyes widen and Joel can see the awe in them. 

“So she’s acting like you,” Joel supplies.

It makes Tommy laugh. But the more he explains, the more Joel starts to believe it. “She’s so sweet but that girl is insatiable. Just wants to fuck and have a good time and that’s it. Doesn’t care about much else.”

“I’m not sayin’ you shouldn’t have fun, Tommy, but don’t let her consume your whole life. Get some space every once in a while,” Joel says. But he understands the infatuation, understands exactly how enticing your company would be. 

He leans in close, one hand wrapped around his whiskey glass and the other tapping the back of his phone. “Those pictures…she’s taking pictures in the shower, Joel. For me. An’ you wanna know what she just told me the other day?”

Joel knows what’s coming next. Knows Tommy’s about to clue him in on something Joel has no business knowing, but he can’t fight off his curiosity. “What?”

“Said her biggest fantasy is a threesome with two guys. Told me, and I quote, that she wants to get fucked while she’s got my dick in her mouth.” He makes a sound of disbelief but there’s this grin on his face that lets Joel know Tommy’s biggest fantasy is to be with a filthy girl like you.

Joel just shakes his head.

But the image his brother paints lingers in his brain for days.

In fact, he’s still thinking about it during his next meeting with your father. Thinking about the fact that you’re up in your room, fantasizing about getting fucked by two guys at once when your dad suddenly says, “I’ll be out of town for a couple of weeks, I hope you don’t mind I gave my little girl your phone number. Just in case anything goes wrong. It won’t, but I hate being so far away while she’s here alone. I’m sure you understand, being a father and all.”

He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to respond, unsure how to explain how terrible an idea that is, so he says nothing. Just nods stiffly and begins discussing the renovations for the ensuite of bedroom C. 

Less than a week later, Joel gets a phone call from an unknown number, and his gut sinks because he knows it’s you. He debates on ignoring the call but then begins to worry that something’s actually wrong and puts himself in your father’s position. Thinks he’d be furious, had it been Sarah, if she’d called someone for help and they’d ignored her. 

So, he presses his cell phone to his ear and says, “Hello?”

“Joel? Hi, sorry, I know it’s kinda late. Do you think you could come over really quick? I need your help.”

“Help? With what?” It doesn’t really matter, he thinks. Because he’s already lacing up his boots, phone held to his ear with his shoulder.

“I locked myself out,” you explain. “My dad’s out of town for work and I didn’t grab my key before he left. You have a spare, don’t you? For the renovations and stuff?”

Joel can’t help but wonder where you’ve been for the last few days. Someplace you wouldn’t have needed to come home, it seems. “Uh, yeah, I do,” he says. “I’ll be there in a minute. Hang tight.”

He finds you standing on your front porch with a backpack slung over your shoulder, your phone charger in your hand, and a look of relief on your face. “Thank you so much,” you immediately say. “I swear I never forget my key but I was distracted this time.”

Joel unlocks the front door for you and lets you inside. He lingers on the threshold, saying, “No, it’s fine. No worries at all.”

“Come inside,” you insist, and he can feel the bad decision from a fucking mile away.

“Really, it’s fine. I’ll just—”

“Please,” you interrupt. “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Let me make you something to eat before you go. It’s the least I could do.”

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. But he does.

Joel nods, unable to resist you and how pretty the word please sounds in your mouth. He follows you into the kitchen, lingering at the island counter as you drop your bag onto the floor next to the stairs and immediately plug your cell phone into the extra outlet he’d placed into the backsplash per your father’s request during last winter’s renovation. You look over your shoulder at him as you open the refrigerator and ask, “You like grilled cheese?”

“Uh, yeah. I do.” He sits in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the way you move as you prepare the bread and heat up a cast iron pan. Eventually, he finds the courage to ask, “You…uh…were you at Tommy’s?”

He watches as your cheeks redden the smallest bit. But there’s no shame in your voice as you answer simply, “Yes, I was.”

“Figured you’d tire each other out eventually,” he teases.

You laugh softly, and the buttered bread sizzles as you place it into the pan. As you lay the slices of cheese on top of it you explain, “Wasn’t like that. I’m home for the weekend so Tommy can talk to you, actually.”

It surprises him to hear it, in truth. “Me? What for?”

You flush an even deeper crimson. “Uhm…I think it’s better that you hear it from him,” you say.

Joel’s mind wanders to a million places as you dig out a spatula and flip the grilled cheese. But then a terrifying thought strikes him and Joel suddenly asks, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“Ew, no,” you say with a laugh. “Believe me, Joel, I like creampies just as much as the next girl but I’m not irresponsible about it.”

This time, it’s his face that warms. Joel swallows hard and sits on the barstool at the island, trying not to think about your inadvertent admission, trying not to imagine it, to imagine how fucking good it would feel to—

“Here,” you say, placing a glass plate in front of him with a perfectly crispy grilled cheese cut diagonally. He’s thankful for the distraction, thankful to convince himself the watering of his mouth is from the food in front of him and not the thought of how you would taste on his tongue.

“Thanks,” he says simply, trying to massage some of the tension from his shoulders. It had been a long day on the job site and he’ll admit to himself only that a grilled cheese and the sight of a pretty girl certainly feels like a treat.

You seem to notice his discomfort and ask, “You okay?”

He nods and takes a bite of his sandwich. It’s the most delicious thing he’s ever had and he tries to hold back his moan to no avail. When he looks over at you, you’re wearing a satisfied grin that only widens when he says around another mouthful, “This is incredible.”

As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, you step up behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. Joel opens his mouth to stop you, to tell you this is wrong, inappropriate—but then you kneed your fingers into the tender muscle, and his eyes flutter closed. 

All argument leaves him as quickly as it appeared, and all he can manage to say is, “Jesus Christ.”

Your quiet giggle is the cutest thing he’s ever heard. And Joel knows he should be thinking of his brother right now, knows he should be thinking of your father, thinking about the fact that you’re just a young woman, twenty years separating the two of you…but all he can focus on is the way your hands feel on him.

They’re warm and soft but clinical in their pursuit, thumbs pressing hard into the muscle that brackets his spine. Your delicate fingers feel like heaven, bringing relief he never realized just how badly he needed.

You slowly massage down his back, pushing against the knots, working them free. When you get to his lower back, he groans when you slip your hands beneath his navy t-shirt. You’re touching him with no barrier and it steals the breath from his lungs.

Never in his life has he wanted to be touched by someone so badly. Never in his life has he enjoyed the feel of another person’s skin against his so much. Your thumbs dig into the sore muscles, working the tension out.

You lean in so close that he can feel the heat of your breath against the shell of his ear as you say, “Will you take your shirt off?”

He’s thankful you’re standing behind him, however. Because it means you can’t see the way his cock stiffens in his jeans.

The words are tempting and seductive and wrong, he knows. He looks back at you and the heat in your eyes takes him off guard. The angle has his mouth so close to yours you’re sharing the same breath.

It’s then he knows just how badly you want him. As much as he wants you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say. While you speak, your fingertips trace soft patterns into the skin of his lower back.

Joel knows it’s a bad idea, but he does it anyway.

You step away from him only long enough for Joel to grip his t-shirt at the back of his collar and pull it over his head, laying it on the marble countertop.

And then you go back to your ministrations as if nothing changed; massaging the tension from his muscles, starting low and working your way back up to his shoulders this time. But it is different, Joel knows. Because he can feel the heat of your skin against his and his heart rate picks up, a different kind of tension filling him instead.

But it feels so fucking good that he doesn’t ever want you to stop.

So, he eats what remains of his grilled cheese. Lets you work the tightness from his bones, trying not to hiss in pain when you touch a particularly tender spot in the center of his back. You lighten the pressure there and begin building back up to it slowly, bringing him to heights of euphoria he’d never known existed.

When he wipes the crumbs from his hands and pushes his now empty plate away, Joel knows he should stop you. But he doesn’t, because he can no longer find a reason good enough to say the words. He lets you dote on him in a way he doesn’t deserve and soaks it up while it lasts.

And when you press a sweet, chaste kiss to the top of his spine, Joel feels the energy shift but doesn’t say anything then, either.

Because he likes the way your lips feel against his skin. Even more so than your soft hands.

You do it again, a little higher this time. You kiss the back of his neck and he shivers. He realizes you can see the goosebumps that break out across his skin, because he can feel the smile on your lips as you press another wet, open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his shoulder.

Joel’s cock has never been this hard, he thinks. He’s never wanted someone so badly, has never been so incapable of making the right decision as he is at this very moment.

His breath comes fast and labored as you press yourself to him. You’re not wearing a bra beneath your oversized t-shirt, and he can feel your pebbled nipples against his back. Your hands move forward, circling his abdomen, sliding up and over his chest. He knows he should stop you now, knows this is the beginning of something he can never come back from.

But the two of you are all alone in this big empty house, and how can he deny you? He doesn’t have the strength. Not then you slide pretty, delicate fingers over his soft stomach, through the dark curls that disappear into his jeans.

Your hand is slow in its pursuit but still adamant as you palm the bulge in his jeans. Even through the thick denim, the feel of your hands on him makes him shake. He cock throbs with each gentle stroke, each small movement. “You can tell me to stop,” you tell him. “Is this okay?”

He can’t bring himself to say anything, but the moan that escapes him is answer enough. He places his hands on the edge of the counter and straightens his spine, getting a full view as you undo the button of his jeans and lower the metal zipper at an agonizingly slow pace.

And then you’re slipping a hand inside his jeans, below the elastic band of his boxers, and all thoughts eddy out of his head. He can think of nothing, nothing as you begin to stroke him. Your hands are small, barely fitting around his cock, but you make do with what you have and it’s more than enough.

You pull him out of his jeans completely, and it’s a sight to behold, seeing his cock in your pretty hands. He tries to catch his breath as you pull one of your hands away for a single moment. And when it returns, your fingers are sticky with webs of spit.

This time, when you wrap your hand around his cock, you’re able to stoke him a little easier, the added lubrication allowing for freer movement. You move slowly at first, hands grazing from base to tip.

He watches with reverence as you familiarize yourself with him. When a bead of precum forms at the tip of his cock, you use your thumb to add it to the sticky wetness already in your hands. Joel can feel the smile on your face as you continue to press desperate kisses to his spine, and he knows he won’t last long like this.

Watching you stroke him with both of your small hands, watching you take care of him like this…it’s too much. It’s too fucking much.

So he closes his eyes. Lets himself sink into the moment with you instead, listens to your pretty whimpers as you press your tits against him. He wants to reach around and slide his hand between your thighs but knows better, knows that this is already bad enough.

You tighten your hands around his cock, squeezing a little harder, and he feels his end begin to build at the base of his spine. “Fuck.”

“Does it feel good?”

He tries to breathe slowly, tries to draw it out. But you pick up your pace, stroking him a little faster, and Joel can’t stop the groan that escapes him.

“You make me so wet, Joel,” you whisper against his skin. “I think about you and touch myself sometimes, thinking about how fucking big you are, how good it would feel to have you touch me…how good you’d feel inside of me.”

Your filthy words bring him to the brink. Joel fights it, doesn’t want to finish so fast he embarrasses himself. He wants to see the look on your face, wants to fuck you right here on this kitchen counter that he built.

Joel clenches his fists instead. Stays stone still because he knows if he moves an inch he’ll be giving into these desires. Knows a single shift in position would have him pulling your shorts down your thighs and licking your pussy until he makes you cry out for God. 

But it’s not his place.

It’s not his fucking place, and you’re not his fucking girl.

So he doesn’t move.

You do, though.

Joel tries to catch his breath as you pull away from him, the absence of your touch leaving him cold and wanting. But then you’re nudging your way in front of him, in the small space between his knees and the island, and then you’re lowering yourself to the marble floor.

You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?

Slowly, you run your hands over his jean-clad thighs. You look up at him through your lashes and he feels a little like he’s being worshipped.

And when you lean forward, pretty, soft tongue licking the underside of his cock, Joel can’t keep his hands to himself. His resolve withers, and he threads his fingers through your hair but is careful not to rush you.

He lets you take your time, lets you swirl your tongue over the head, lets you taste every inch of him to your heart’s content. And when you finally take him into your mouth, cheeks hallowed out, creating a tight seal around him, Joel’s head falls back in bliss.

You savor it, relish in it, swallowing him down inch by inch. He hits the back of your throat and still you keep going, choking on him, nose pressed against the hair below his navel. With each pass, you begin to bob your head, tongue smoothing over the sensitive tip. You set an insatiable rhythm, drool sliding down your chin.

It doesn’t take him long. His hands tighten in the hair at the nape of your neck and he breaths out, “Fuck, fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna-”

Your watery eyes meet his and the adoration in them sends him over the edge. Joel finishes at the back of your mouth, your fingernails digging into the meaty flesh of his thighs almost painfully, but you take everything he gives you and swallow it down.

It’s the sexiest thing he’s seen in all his life.

When he finishes, Joel strokes your hair affectionately and you smile up at him with his cock still in your mouth. It makes him laugh, and he realizes how soft and sweet this moment feels. How easy it is. How he never wants it to end.

Slowly, you sit back and begin to stand to your feet. Your lips are swollen and red and glossy, even when you wipe the spit off your chin with the back of your hand.

You cross the kitchen, grab your phone, and make your way to the staircase. “Thanks again, Joel. Can you lock up on your way out?”

He doesn’t understand how you can feel so casually about this. Doesn’t understand how you’re likely texting his brother as if Joel’s cock wasn’t just in your mouth, as if the taste of his release doesn’t linger on your tongue. 

The guilt doesn’t set in until he’s in bed that night. He can’t sleep, because he knows he has to say something to Tommy but knows, too, he’ll likely pay the price of a right hook in reparation. 

At three in the morning he sends a text to his brother; Come over in the morning. Need to talk. Important. 

Joel doesn’t sleep. He lays in bed and thinks of you, as he so often does these days. Thinks about how uncomfortable it’s going to be to tell his little brother that he indulged himself in the pretty little thing he’s been spending all of his time with. He decides he’s just going to say it outright, tell him the truth without beating around the bush, and immediately apologize for it afterward.

Because he is sorry, Joel thinks. Not sorry that he did it, but sorry that it’s hurt people in the process.

How can he come to regret the most gratifying sexual experience of his life? It’s a comfort, to hear some of Tommy’s words echo in his brain. 

We’re not even together.

She doesn’t want anything serious.

It’s like she just wants to fuck and have a good time and that’s it.

Joel hopes his brother feels a similar way. Tommy’s never once indicated he’s ever wanted to settle down with a woman, but…something sits in his gut and twists up his insides. Because as much as he wants to deny it, Joel knows this…knows you are different. What Tommy feels for you is different.

He’s drinking whiskey by ten in the morning for no reason other than to calm his nerves.

And Joel’s thankful for the liquid courage when Tommy finally pulls into the driveway at noon. He comes barrelling through Joel’s front door with a scowl on his face, and for a second Joel wonders if his brother already knows and is here thinking Joel had every intention of keeping this secret of yours.

But when he speaks, Tommy doesn’t seem angry. Just…concerned. “What’s up, man? Pretty ominous text to wake up to. Where’s Sarah? She alright?”

Joel shakes his head and raises a hand between them. “Sarah’s fine, she’s alright,” he says quickly. “Staying with a friend this weekend. Sorry, I guess I should have mentioned it wasn’t a life or death situation.” 

For Tommy, anyway.

With a slow nod, Tommy’s shoulders slump and he drops himself onto the couch. “Alright, then. That’s good. I was worried, came haulin’ ass over here.” It’s then he notices the tumbler in Joel’s hand, half filled with amber-colored liquid. “You good, Joel?”

He takes a seat next to his brother and tries to recite the speech in his head. But nothing comes out. Joel opens and closes his mouth once, twice, and then finishes off the whiskey in his glass.

Tommy’s patient, for what it’s worth. He lets Joel adjust in his seat three different times, saying nothing while he tries to find the courage he’s been building for the last twelve hours.

“I…I, uhm…I have to tell you something an’ I…” Joel shakes his head and squeezes his jaw. “Alright, look. I…did something.”

A quiet, curt sort of laugh leaves Tommy. “I know what happened last night, Joel. She already told me.”

It surprises him. Not that you told him, Joel can’t fault you for that considering he’s presently trying to do the same thing. What’s surprising is that Tommy seems relaxed about the whole situation. Relieved, even.

A million different questions surface on the tip of his tongue, but only one comes out. “What?”

“It’s alright, man,” Tommy says, laying a comforting hand on Joel’s shoulder.

“You’re not…mad? I don’t understand. I let her—”

Tommy’s mouth stretches into one of the widest smiles Joel’s ever seen on his brother’s face. “It was good, huh?”

Joel doesn’t know if saying yes is a good idea. Doesn’t know if a simple three-letter word is sufficient enough for the things you made him feel with that pretty, pink tongue of yours. 

But it seems his thoughts are written plainly on his face. “Fuck yeah, it was,” Tommy says with a laugh. “She called me right after you left her house last night. Told me everything. She makes a mean grilled cheese too, doesn’t she?”

Try as he might, Joel can’t seem to wrap his head around what’s happening. Can’t seem to process his brother’s ease, his indifference. He tries to put himself in Tommy’s place but knows that if it was his bed you slept in for the last week, Joel would be furious to learn you’d wound up on your knees for someone else.

But if that someone was Tommy? His own brother?

Maybe that’s why it’s different. Because Joel would never do something to hurt his brother intentionally. And he knows, too, that Tommy would never do it to him, either.

He trusts his brother with everything in him. There’s not another soul on the planet who knows him like Tommy does. So, surely, he knows that what you and Joel did wasn’t born of malicious intent, right?

“She’s a sweet little thing,” Tommy says quietly, as if they’re sharing a secret. “But that mouth on her is somethin’ else. She’s a talker, through and through.” There’s pride on his face as he speaks. “Said she felt real bad, runnin’ out on you like that, but she’d gotten so wet from just goin’ down on you that I could hear it through the fuckin’ phone, Joel.”

Though he tries not to, Joel begins to wonder what would have happened if you’d stayed, if you hadn’t disappeared so fast to take care of the ache that had settled between your thighs.

It would have been only fair, right? You helped him. He would have helped you.

“She wanted me to talk to you about something, anyway,” Tommy says.

He’d nearly forgotten that you’d mentioned the same thing last night in all the chaos. It piques his interest, because what on Earth could you need Tommy to ask him?

But his answer comes quickly when his brother says carefully, “You remember a couple of weeks ago when I told you what her biggest fantasy is?”

A threesome.

Joel’s standing from the couch and shaking his head before his brother gets another word out. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind, Tommy?”

“Joel, just listen—”

“Listen to what, man? You got any idea what you’re askin’ me right now?”

There’s a smirk on his face as he stares at Joel from the couch, looking just as comfortable as if they were having a normal conversation about what they should eat for dinner. “I’m askin’ you to fuck my girlfriend,” he says.

Somehow, the word girlfriend surprises Joel more than the rest. It’s the very first time he’s ever called anyone his girlfriend. “I thought you weren’t together.”

Tommy shrugs. “Call it what you will. Does it really matter?”

“Yeah, Tommy, it does matter. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have feelings for this girl. Tell me this doesn’t mean anythin’ to you, that doing somethin’ like this wouldn’t fuck it all up in a minute.”

He shakes his head. “Can’t lie to you, brother. ‘Course she means somethin’ to me. That’s why I wanna give her everything she wants. And she wants you too, Joel. Is that so bad?”

Joel sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots.

For a second, a single second, he considers it. Thinks about how any price is worth it for a single night with you, to hear the sound of your moans, to feel your warm breath against his neck again. He’d bet you sound real pretty, all filled up with him.

“Don’t trust anyone else to take care of her the way I do,” Tommy says. “No one but you.”

It’s too much. It’s way too much to ask of him.

“You’re insane, Tommy,” he says, grabbing his whiskey glass from the coffee table and escaping to the kitchen to refill it. He wishes he had something a little stronger.

He’s not surprised when his brother follows him to the kitchen. Tommy leans against the archway and says, “You can say no.”

“Good, 'cause I’m sayin’ no.”

Tommy laughs, but Joel thinks there’s no joke to be found. “Just wanted you to know the offer’s there and she’d jump at the opportunity. Y’know, if you change your mind, that is. Ask her about it, if you wanna.”

“I won’t.”

He raises his hands in surrender. “Alright, not tryin’ to push it or anything. You know how to get ahold of me.”

And then his brother retreats, leaving Joel with nothing but his whiskey and his thoughts.

Thoughts that run rampant in his brain. Filthy images of you beneath him, back arched in pleasure, pretty mouth hung open just wide enough for Tommy to slip inside.

How terrible would it be, really? Tommy might have impulsive tendencies, but he seems so sure of this. And if there’s not an ounce of jealousy in his brother, so much so that he offers you to Joel like some sort of prize…maybe there won’t be the repercussions Joel’s afraid of.

Maybe it’ll be as Tommy says. Maybe it would just be a good, safe way to give you what you want, to indulge your wildest desires. 

And it would certainly be an indulgence for him. Just feeling your hands on him had brought Joel bliss like he’d never known. He can’t imagine how much higher he’d feel if he could taste you, if he could finish deep inside of you and not at the back of your throat.

It takes twenty minutes of pacing in his kitchen and another ten of shaking the nerves from his hands before he picks up the phone and calls you.

“Hey, Joel. I was just thinking about you.”

“S’that right?”

“Mmhm. Did…did Tommy talk to you yet? He told me he was going to this morning.” 

“Yeah, sweetheart. He did.”

A strange sort of silence stretches on. He can hear your hesitance and realizes you’re just as nervous as he is. “And? What did you…what did you say?”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell you he declined the offer. Not when it was a no mostly out of fear and unease. “You wanna tell me how this is gonna work?”

You snort and he can almost see the playful smirk on your face. “I think you know how it works, Joel.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he says, but can’t fight off the smile that climbs onto his face and makes a home there. “Brat.”

“Hm, I think I prefer the term princess.”

Joel laughs but thinks the name is real fitting. He can see why Tommy likes you so much—can understand why he wants to give you everything it is that you desire. Everything about you is so playful and carefree and innocent. You’re just so sweet. A tooth-rotting confectionary. 

“I don’t know how it’ll work,” you finally say. “I’ve never done something like this before, but I know it’s what I want.”

Your conviction is reassuring. Both you and Tommy seem certain that this is the path you want to take, no unease to be found within either of you. But it’s not the physical that worries him. It’s…everything else. “An’ what happens if it becomes something more? Sex is just sex until it isn’t.”

He can hear the smile in your words as you ask, “You worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?”

“I’m bein’ serious,” he insists. “Tommy feels somethin’ for you. I know it and I think you probably do, too. I don’t want to do this and ruin what the two of you have been workin’ on.”

“You won’t ruin anything,” you insist. “And if…if things do get…complicated, then we’ll just take it day by day. No use in worrying about something that might not happen, right?”

It’s such a naive way of thinking. Joel wishes he wouldn’t have said no so quickly. Wishes, too, that you were a little different. Maybe if you weren’t so sweet, so tempting, he wouldn’t be so worried about ‘catching feelings,’ as you’d put it.

Your voice is quieter as you say, “For what it’s worth, Joel…I like you, too.”

By the end of the phone call, you manage to convince him to consider it. To genuinely give the idea a shot, to weigh all the pros and cons. You promise not to be disappointed with either decision and though he knows the whole thing has been your idea, Joel believes you.

Several days later, Joel stops by with the intent to fix the creaky hinges on the door to the pool. But the moment he steps into the kitchen, Joel forgets all about the task at hand because he can hear your moans echoing through the house.

He follows them like a moth to a flame.

The door to your father’s bedroom is wide open. And in the center of the king-sized bed, covered with gray satin sheets, is you and Tommy.

Tommy’s turned away from the door, but you’re looking right at it. Looking right at Joel, as you bounce in his brother’s lap. When your eyes connect with him, your pace only picks up, your moans only grow louder.

Joel watches, frozen in time, as you chase your release. Tommy swirls his tongue around your pebbled nipple, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. You thread your fingers through his hair and moan his name but you stare right at Joel.

He can’t breathe. Has suddenly forgotten the process of inhalation. He’s seen you in your bikini but never like this, never completely bare. You’re beautiful, Joel thinks. Beautiful in a godly way; a woman the poets write for, a woman the sculptors display in cathedrals.

You reach a hand between your bodies, circling your clit and arching your back.

The thought doesn’t even cross Joel’s mind that he should leave, that he should give the two of you some privacy. It feels right that he’s here. 

You grind yourself on Tommy’s cock and give Joel the sweetest, most innocent smile as you say, “It’s so big, you’re so deep. God, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Tommy grabs at the soft swell of your ass, lifting you just to slam you back down onto his lap. “Yeah? Gonna cum all over this dick, princess?”

I prefer the term princess.

No need to wonder why, Joel thinks.

“Mmhm, yes, yes, right there.”

“Can feel her gettin’ all messy,” Tommy says. “If I knew you’d get this wet ridin’ me in your daddy’s bed I would’ve said yes weeks ago, pretty girl.”

Joel knows the reason you’re all worked up has nothing to do with the location and everything to do with his eyes on you, but he stays silent. Stays still.

Even as he watches you fall apart on his brother's cock and soak the satin sheets beneath him. Even as Tommy does the thing that Joel’s been dreaming about every night for days, filling you up with his release. 

He doesn’t linger. He doesn’t fix the creaky hinges, either.

Joel barely makes it back to his truck before he’s reaching into his jeans to stroke his cock, right there in the driveway in broad fucking daylight.

It only takes a few quick tugs before he covers his hand in sticky ropes of cum. He tries to catch his breath, wiping the mess you’ve made of him onto his jeans and driving home ten over the limit. Before he makes it inside to shower and change, Joel sends a text message to both you and Tommy that reads; Okay. I’m in. My place. Friday night at ten.

He tries not to think about it too much. Tries to go on about his work week like normal, going through the motions of making dinner each night and taking Sarah to school every morning with Tommy in the passenger seat.

They don’t talk about it, though Joel can sometimes feel his brother staring at him a little too long as if there’s something he wants to say. But he doesn’t. They don’t bring it up until after Joel drops Sarah off at her friend’s house for another weekend-long slumber party. 

Tommy says, “I’m gonna take her out for dinner. Do you want to come with us? Could help break the ice a little. Loosen you up.”

He agrees, and instead of going home, they pick you up from your house. You’re wearing a pleated blue skirt that’s a little too short, but Joel thinks you look like something divine. Tommy helps you up into the truck, and everything starts to feel real the moment you’re sitting between them. Joel behind the wheel, Tommy on the passenger side.

You look so small in the center of the cab, surrounded by two brothers who possess nothing but longing for you. Like pretty prey caught in the clutches of two predators.

Joel has to readjust himself in his seat when you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Sweet. “Missed you,” you say. “You look good. You both do.”

He doesn’t comment on the fact that they’re both still in their work attire; dirty blue jeans, sun-faded t-shirts, and muddy boots. He’s surprised to hear your appreciation, considering how put together you always seem to be.

But maybe that’s the appeal for you. The blue-collar archetype. Your daddy probably expects you to marry the son of one of his friends, just another rich boy.

If he could see you now…

Tommy slides his hand to the inside of your thigh and squeezes. “You hungry, princess? Let’s get you somethin’ to eat.”

As much as he hates to admit when his brother’s right, dinner works wonders for Joel’s nerves. The three of you talk the entire time; you tell Joel about your friends and the subjects you’re studying in that fancy college you got into on a full ride. It’s not the one your father wanted you to attend, but it’s the one you wanted.

Even though he knows Tommy has heard it all before, he lets you and Joel have this moment. He sits beside you and smiles at you as you speak, eyes glued to the side of your face and full of adoration. Joel realizes then that he thinks his brother might be in love with you.

He gets it. Thinks it must have been a real easy fall.

Tommy slots himself in the conversation naturally. The two of you clue Joel in on some of your inside jokes and it doesn’t feel weird at all. He doesn’t feel left out like he’d worried he might be, and he doesn’t feel jealous when you steal bites from Tommy’s plate because you steal things from Joel’s, too.

It’s easy. Nothing feels forced, no conversation out of place.

Halfway through the meal, you switch sides of the booth and sit next to Joel instead. You lay your head on his shoulder and he holds your hand beneath the table and it feels right. Tommy smiles at the two of you and carries on with his story as if the dynamic you’ve created has existed for years and not just hours.

When it’s time to go home, Joel finds that his nerves have completely vanished.

Tommy offers to drive. And he’s thankful for it because it allows him to focus on just you.

You take Joel’s hand and lay it in your lap, palm open. He shivers as you trace the lines in his hand. You ask him, “How are you feeling?”

And the answer comes to him easily. “Good,” he says. “Better.”

“Told you,” Tommy says, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. “She’s a real good girl, Joel. Always does as she’s told.”

Even though the sun is setting below the horizon, he can see the crimson that stains your cheeks and it brings a smile to his face. “S’that right?” He takes your chin gently in his hand and forces you to look up at him. “You a real good listener, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, she is,” Tommy answers wistfully. “Why don’t you g’’head and give Joel some sugar, princess.”

You lean into Joel’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw. It feels good just being close to you, holding you in his hands, but when you touch him, it’s something else entirely. An uncontrollable desire, an unfamiliar sort of decadence.

Joel cradles your face in his big hand, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and gently presses his lips to yours. It’s soft at first, a tender curiosity. He kisses you again, a little more heated this time, and when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip you grant him access as if it’s second nature. 

His tongue explores yours, tangling together, invading your sweet mouth. Joel thinks you taste a little like honey and a whole lot like fortuity. If you had asked him ten years ago if he’d ever imagined he’d be in this spot, tasting the inside of his brother’s girlfriend’s mouth, Joel would have said it was a delusional thought. 

Yet here he was, cock stiffening in his jeans from something as simple as a kiss. Like he’s some teenage boy, experiencing a woman for the first time.

But it is his first time experiencing you, and Joel knows that’s what makes all the difference. 

The kiss turns sloppy and desperate. And when your panting breaths turn to moans, Joel realizes Tommy’s hand on your thigh has disappeared beneath your skirt.

It surprises him, the magnitude of the moment. Joel would have thought he’d feel jealous somehow, envious that his brother’s touching you and he’s not. But there’s nothing but satisfaction to be found. Joel likes to see the dark look in your eye, likes to see your breath hitch in your throat.

He takes your legs and spreads them wide, draping your thigh over his, giving his brother more room to touch you.

“What do you think, brother? Think we should give her what she needs before we even get home?”

Your face is so close to his that your breath fans across his spit-covered lips as you say so beautifully, “Please, Joel.”

A smirk finds its way to his mouth. “You look so fuckin’ pretty when you beg, sweetheart,” he says. “S’that what you want? Hm?”

You nod frantically, eyes pleading.

“Hold your skirt up, baby,” Tommy instructs. And you do as he says without question, fabric bunching around your hips. 

Joel can’t deny the pleasure he finds in discovering you’re completely bare beneath. Even from his spot in the passenger seat, he can see how glossy your pussy is with arousal, desperate to be touched by both of them. “Oh…look at that, Tommy. She wants it bad, doesn’t she?”

“Always does, brother. Needy little thing. S’why she needs the two of us,” Tommy says. His fingers trail lazily over your slit, a teasing caress. He presses his index finger against your clit and makes a satisfied hum, a sound that comes from somewhere deep in his chest. “Can feel your heartbeat right here, princess. Tell Joel what you want.”

“I want him to touch me,” you say, a little bit breathless. “Want him to make me cum while you kiss me. You taste so good, Joel. You make me so wet.”

The words don’t sound filthy or obscene in your voice, despite how vulgar they are. Joel squeezes your jaw in his hand and delights in the way you grin when he says, “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Wanna see the look on your face when he fills you up with his fingers.”

You’re so pretty, Joel thinks. But it’s nothing compared to the way your pupils dilate as his brother stretches you open. Your lips part and Joel takes the opportunity to crush his mouth to yours, to taste the sweetness you possess. 

He drinks up your moans as Tommy sets a steady pace between your thighs. Joel grabs the back of your knee with a rough hand and spreads your legs further apart. He can hear how wet you are, can feel the goosebumps as they form down the column of your throat.

Joel pulls away from your spellbinding kiss only to catch his breath. “How’s it feel, baby? That feel good, hm? Tommy takin’ good care of you?”

“Yes, yes—mmm—fuck. His hands are so big, feel so fucking good,” you whimper. One hand is clutching Joel’s shirt, holding on for dear life, and you move the other to rest on his cock. You gently knead it over his jeans, and he wonders if you can feel just how hard he is for you.

It doesn’t take long until his brother has you trembling. Your thighs shake and a crease forms between your brows as you chase after the relief you seek.

He kisses you again, tongue brushing against yours, and when you breathe Joel’s name into his mouth he knows what you need before you even ask. 

Slowly, experimentally, Joel’s hand on your knee travels upwards. Over the soft skin of your thigh, taking it all in, savoring you—and then his fingers are circling your clit while Tommy’s are shoved deep inside of you, curved to hit the perfect spot, and you come undone within seconds. 

“Oh, God, Tommy, I—”

“I know, baby, it’s okay. Go ahead,” he says, giving you full permission. 

The words are the last thing you need to reach the full height of euphoria. You’re reduced to a trembling mess in his hands and Joel thinks this is so much better than his dreams. Better than standing in the doorway, watching you, wishing he could hold you.

“That’s it,” Joel praises. “There you go. Bein’ so good for us, sweetheart.” Wetness coats his fingers as he continues to circle your clit until your breath stutters in your chest. He kisses you hard as Tommy’s rhythm begins to slow, eventually stilling completely. 

You wince as they both pull their hands away from you at the same time, a synchronized movement. 

Tommy pulls the truck into Joel’s driveway and chuckles as he looks at you, skirt still hiked up around your hips, limbs boneless. He strokes the side of your face and kisses your hair. “You’re alright, princess. We’re just gettin’ started.”

Joel climbs out of the truck and adjusts your skirt, holding you with an arm around your waist to ensure your balance until both feet are on the ground. Tommy comes to your side and slides his hand into yours, handing Joel the keys.

While he works to unlock the front door, Joel can’t help but smile at the sound of your sweet giggles. He looks over his shoulder to see his brother kissing your neck and grabbing your ass, and the two of you look so infatuated with one another that it’s intoxicating. A magnetism he can’t help but be drawn to, a warmth he wants to embrace.

The minute you walk in the door you’ve got your hands on Joel again. You slip them beneath his t-shirt and he’s thrilled to give you what you want. He pulls it off over his head, discarding it on the back of the couch, and lets out a pleased sigh as you begin peppering wet kisses over his chest, down his sternum, fingers grabbing needily at his skin. 

Tommy stands behind you as you lower yourself to your knees between them. He runs his hands through your hair lovingly and says, “Show him what you do best, baby.”

You smile up at him and it takes Joel’s breath away. He’s never seen someone so pleased to please him, never felt this wanted in all his life. The metal of his belt buckle clinks against the button of his jeans as you undo them, pulling down his zipper in a way that’s familiar to you now.

When you pull his cock out, you wrap one hand around it and guide the tip to your mouth. He’s so hard already that he aches, but the feel of your soft tongue on him grants him ease. You lick every inch of him, an indulgent sort of torture. And then you’re swallowing him down, creating a tight seal with your plush lips.

Your mouth feels like heaven, Joel thinks.

“Look at the way she’s got her legs pressed together,” Tommy murmurs, thumb caressing your temple gently. “Gets so turned on with a dick in her mouth she just doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

“We’re gonna take care of that for you,” Joel says, cupping your jaw in his hand. He shifts it a little lower and can feel the outline of his cock through your throat as you swallow him down, gasping for air you never once ask for. “Gonna take care of everythin’ for you, sweetheart.”

Pleasure coils around his spine, a vise-like grip that threatens to end this night well before he’s ready for it.

Tommy grabs a handful of your hair and draws your head back. Strands of spit still connect you to him and drool runs down your chin. It’s the most pornographic thing he’s ever seen. Tommy laughs and says, “I know, brother. S’almost too good.”

Joel knows it should be a strange thing to hear, but it feels innate. He helps you back to your feet and pulls your shirt over your head while Tommy unzips the back of your skirt and slides it down your legs.

You turn and wrap your arms around Tommy’s neck and he lifts you up in his arms like it’s second nature. Joel supposes it is—the two of you have had a whole lot more practice together than he has. Tommy starts towards the stairs, heading towards Joel’s bedroom, but you let out a whine and reach out for him.

He can’t deny how warm it makes him feel, seeing you all wrapped up in his brother but still reaching for his hand. The smile you give him the moment he touches you makes his heart constrict in his chest. It’s such a soft, intimate moment, and Joel can think of nothing but your conversation on the phone last week.

You worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?

He wasn’t a week ago. But now…? Now, he’s not so sure.

Tommy lays you down in the center of Joel’s bed and the sight of it pushes away his anxiety. You’re so beautiful with your hair splayed out behind you, an angelic sort of halo. The thought crosses his mind that you might have always been meant to exist in his bed.

It feels like second nature to crawl over you, to let his hands roam over your chest, your ribs, your hips. Joel follows each caress with a kiss, mouth following the echo of his hands. He sucks a bruise into your hip, ensuring this moment is real with physical, tangible evidence.

When he gets to the crease of your thigh, Joel sits up and spreads your legs wide. “Look at that,” he whispers. Tommy’s pulling off his worn t-shirt and working on his jeans but pauses long enough to appreciate the sight of your pussy, glossy with arousal and what remains of your first release. “She’s so fuckin’ pretty, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, she is,” Tommy agrees. “Taste’s real pretty, too.” He leans over and presses his mouth to yours, a messy, needy sort of kiss. You whimper as Tommy asks, “What d’you think, princess? Think Joel should get a taste? Hm?”

“Yes,” you say without hesitation. “I want it so bad, Tommy, please.”

“Want it, huh?” Joel slots himself between your thighs, his mouth an inch from where that ache resides. “Maybe we should make her wait a little longer, Tommy. Make her wait ‘til she needs it.”

“No, no, please,” you cry. You buck your hips, trying to find reprieve, but Joel’s hands on your waist hold firm. “I do, I do, I need it, Joel, please, please.”

He looks to his brother to make the decision. Tommy’s got a wicked grin on his face as he watches you writhe on Joel’s sheets. “Think you’ve been real good today. But don’t go forgettin’ your manners, princess. When Joel licks that pretty pussy of yours, you better say thank you.”

The moment he slides his tongue through your slit, your spine bends, arching off the mattress. Your shoulders slump and your breath comes fast. “Oh my god,” you moan. “Thank you, Joel, fuck.”

He tries to give you the same tentative treatment you’ve given him; tracing every inch of you with the flat of his tongue, memorizing the sweet taste, sucking your clit into his mouth. He can feel it pulse with need, and Joel understands the fever.

Your thighs clamp down around his head but Joel doesn’t mind. He just presses his mouth against you harder and flicks his tongue a little faster.

“Tommy,” you whimper. Joel looks up to see your chest heave with each shaking breath. You reach out for his brother with trembling fingers.

“I’m comin', baby,” Tommy says softly. “Don’t you worry.” The mattress dips beneath his weight as he kneels beside you. He cradles your head in his hand, supporting your neck while he eases his cock into your mouth. 

It’s the hottest thing Joel Miller has ever seen in his fucking life.

You grind yourself against his face and he supplies the friction you seek. Arousal coats his facial hair, enveloping his senses in nothing but you. Your moans, your taste, your scent—you, you you. He thinks he’ll never want it any other way but this.

Tommy guides your mouth with a hand wrapped in the tangled strands of your hair. He fucks your face and you whimper around his cock like there’s nothing else in the world that could ever compare. He smiles down at you and says, “You’re gonna make her cum, Joel. Can you feel it? Get’s real sloppy when she’s right there, right on the edge.”

Joel groans against you and focuses his mouth on your clit, giving him just enough room to slip a finger inside you to massage that sweet spot.

You stretch your arms above you and fist your hands in the sheets. When you reach the summit, Joel can feel it on his tongue, can feel your pussy tighten around his finger, can feel your thighs shake around his head.

Tommy pulls your head back, giving you a moment to breathe as another orgasm surges through you. Your moans echo in Joel’s room, the prettiest-sounding symphony he’s ever heard. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Tommy praises, just as breathless as you. “Bein’ such a good girl for us, baby.”

Joel doesn’t relent, doesn’t stop licking your clit until you’re giggling and twisting in his hands at the overstimulation. You sound so satisfied, so happy. It pleases him to see the elation on your face. When he finally pulls away, Joel snakes his arms beneath you and pulls you up to your knees. “So good,” Joel agrees. “But she’s gonna give us another one, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

All you can do is nod and it makes both brothers laugh.

“She’s usually got so much to say,” Tommy teases. “Think we’ve got her fucked dumb, brother.”

“That’s alright,” Joel whispers. “We’ll do all the thinkin’ for her, hm? Take such good care of this sweet little pussy. Turn around, baby. On your hands and knees.”

You do as he says blissfully, ass arched beautifully on display for him. Tommy maneuvers himself in front of you and you take him in your mouth on instinct. Second nature, habitual.

Joel positions himself behind you and slides the head of his cock through your slit. “This what you want, sweet girl? This what you dream of?”

Leaning back, you stroke Tommy with your hand and look up at him as you answer Joel’s question. “Yes,” you say. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw you. Knew I needed you, Joel. Knew I needed you both.”

“Three’s a crowd, princess,” Tommy says. “But I think I like this one.”

Joel’s inclined to agree. He pushes into you slowly, sighing in contentment at the gratifying tightness. You’re so wet, so warm. “Goddamn, baby,” he groans, gripping the supple flesh of your ass to keep himself tethered to earth, to keep himself grounded. 

Tommy holds your face in his hands, smoothing his cock over your lips. “Oh, she likes it, Joel,” he says. “Should see her face. Can I take a picture, baby? So Joel can see how happy you look with his dick all up in your guts? Hm?”

The words are crude but Joel can feel you tighten around him as Tommy speaks. “Mmhm,” is all you can say, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of Tommy’s cock.

He reaches over to the nightstand where his cell phone sits. Tommy angles his phone just right, and the shutter echoes in the room as he takes his photos.

Joel pushes into you real slow. And when he’s buried to the hilt you let out a gasp and hold onto Tommy’s thigh for support, balance wavering. “It feels so fucking good,” you say.

Tommy takes a couple more photos, tries a couple of different angles. But Joel thinks no image will ever beat the one in front of him.

He watches your pussy stretch to make room for him, watches you soak his cock, desperate for it. Tilting his hips forward, Joel sets a steady pace, easily finding a rhythm that has you moaning out his name. 

Satisfied with his work, Tommy sets his phone back on the nightstand in favor of the filthy exhibit before him. He guides his cock back to your mouth, groaning at the feel of your tongue. 

Joel thrusts into you and feels that coil begin to form around the base of his spine again.

You’re moaning around Tommy’s cock and he’s smiling like there’s no place else he’d rather be. Joel understands that, too—because he thinks you’re the most perfect girl that could have ever stumbled into their lives. “S’this what you needed, princess? Needed us both, hm? Dirty little girl.”

“Our girl,” Joel muses, captivated by the way you squeeze him as he says it. He fits so perfectly inside you, like you were made for him, made for this. “Stretchin’ her out so easy, brother. Sweet little pussy’s just cryin’ for it.”

Tommy’s head falls back and his hips stutter. “Just like that, princess,” he praises gently. “Yeah, shit—gonna swallow it all like a good little girl, ain’t you?” 

You make a sound of approval at the back of your throat. Joel can see you look up at his brother, cock-drunk and starry-eyed, and he feels his chest pull tight with a strange sense of pride.

Joel slows his pace just a little, long enough for Tommy to take what he needs from you, for you to focus on just him. And then he’s breathing hard as he holds your head still, nose pressed against his navel. His shoulders draw tight and then gradually relax as he spills his release at the back of your throat. 

When Tommy pulls out of you, his cock is covered in spit and cum but you do as he says, dutifully swallowing it all up like the perfect girl you are. And you even clean any remaining mess with your tongue, licking it up with sweet reverence.

He’s close—so close it aches, but he wants you to give him another before this is other. Wants to make it worth your while, wants to know how it feels to make you cum while he’s buried deep inside you. 

You arch your back and press your cheek against the mattress, looking back at Joel from over your shoulder.

Tommy moves to your side, smoothing your hair out of your face with one hand, and then he slips the other beneath you and circles your clit with skilled, deft fingers.

The response is instantaneous. Joel can feel your pussy pulse around him, sees the strain on your face as you fight the pleasure. You say his brother's name like a prayer shrouded in ecstasy.

But Tommy just shakes his head. “Nah, princess. Ain’t up to me this time. You gotta ask Joel permission.”

He doesn’t understand at first, this almost silent communication between the two of you. But then you say, “Joel, please. Please please, I need to cum so bad, it feels too good.”

You sound so fucking pretty, begging for him like that. “Been so good…I think you’ve earned it,” he says gently. “Go ‘head, sweetheart.”

Tommy continues to circle your clit as you clench around Joel’s cock, uttering quiet praises in your ear. 

You tighten around him and Joel’s right there, right there—and then you say, “Cum with me, Joel, please. Cum with me, I wanna feel it.”

And it sends him over the edge. His name in your mouth, begging him to fill you up. He buries himself so deep inside you that there’s no telling where he ends and you begin, and it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had in his fucking life. 

You shudder beneath him and Joel leans forward, pressing his forehead to your spine. He thrusts into you until the last drop, giving you all of it, giving you everything he has to offer.

As you come down, Tommy pulls his hand from beneath you and combs his fingers through your hair. He’s got that stupid grin on his face, but Joel’s not sure he’s ever seen his brother this happy before. 

The three of you just lay there for a moment, saying nothing, unmoving, basking in the afterglow. Joel’s not quite sure how he’s meant to navigate this, not sure what he’s supposed to say or how he’s supposed to feel about the fact that the best sex he’s ever had was with his brother’s little girlfriend. 

But he does know how to take care of a woman. So, he does. Joel eases himself out of you and disappears for only long enough to find a washcloth, wet it with cool water from the bathroom sink, and grab an icy bottle of water from the fridge. 

When he returns to his bedroom, Tommy holds you in his arms while you speak to him in a hushed tone. It worries him a little, truthfully.

So when Joel sits on the side of his bed to clean the light sheen of sweat off your forehead and the mess between your legs, he asks, “Everythin’ okay?”

“Everything’s good. So, so good,” you answer easily, giving him one of those honeyed smiles.

Tommy takes the bottle of water from Joel’s hand and breaks the seal. “Drink,” he says, passing it to you. And you do, listening so obediently.

But the moment your hands are free again you say, “Joel? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he says. And he means it. Whatever it is you need, whatever it is you want, Joel wants to give to you. He’s come to understand his brother in this, too.

“Do you think you’d want to…I don’t know. Maybe we could do it again?”

He laughs. Genuinely, truly laughs, because Tommy’s been right this whole time. You’re insatiable.

But you quickly amend your words. Saying, “I mean, not…not now. But maybe…maybe I could stay? For the weekend?”

Joel finds the thought of you leaving at the end of the night an unbearable one. And he knows he’ll likely feel the same once Sunday evening rolls around, and he’s not quite sure what that means for him or you or Tommy…but maybe it’s not something he has to worry about today. 

He kisses your forehead and says, “‘Course you can, sweetheart.”

And then you’re reaching for him again, urging him beneath the sheets. You lay your head on Joel’s chest and drape your leg over Tommy’s hip, and you look so at ease, so peaceful that his heart constricts at the sight. You’re so good, so sweet, and Joel thinks he’d do anything to keep you happy.

Later, as your soft snores and shallow breaths fill the silence, Tommy playfully kicks Joel in the shin and says, “Ain’t no use tryin’ to talk yourself off the ledge, brother. Easier to just enjoy the freefall. Take it day by day.”

Joel thinks his brother might be right. Thinks that this might get complicated and messy and dangerous…but for now, for today…he’ll savor the sugary sweetness while it lasts.

[sucker4sixx]

Barracuda

From 2023!

Plot: johnny and reader meet eachothers after a pretty shitty breakup...

Warnings: dirty smut, degrading, praising, public sex, sad topics, online bullying, alcohol, talk of death, anger, cursing

It had been a long, lonely six months since you and johnny broke up. You got invited out to a club by bam who you still kept in contact with after separating from the rest of the jackass boys, he insisted you came since he missed drinking with you and he would "help you find a new 'fuck bunny'" as he put it. It was no secret you where nervous to see johnny again, but that was to be expected. Johnny was the best lover you ever had and you hadnt seen him since week you broke up to give his old shirts back.

You wore a short dark purple dress with fish net tights and black heels, you wanted to blend in with bam as much as possible. *RING RING* you jumped causing you to tug on your earring that you where halfway through putting in your ear, the pain stinging as you flipped your phone open and balanced it between your head and shoulder "hey bam bam" "hey fuck face ill be out front in ten" "perf, thanks" you took five glasses of strong moon juice before leaving to get you more in the mood

The rasp of an engine screamed from outside your small house and you knew it was bam without looking. Quickly you pushed your feet into your black heels and shoved on a plain leather jacket, carefully trotting out to his purple lambo that reflected off the sun that set making the sky a peaceful orange colour "hey bammy" "stop with the stupid ass nicknames, turd" "only when you do" he went silent before giggling alittle "just get your fuckin seat belt on" "yes sir"

Arriving, bam took your hand leading you in, as planned your outfits matched with colour "hey y/n! I didnt know you where coming!" Chris spoke, smoking at the entrance "heya chris, its been awhile" "for sure, see ya inside buddy" bam nods a hello to him and you both walk in, the bar was decently busy. You where led to where ryan sat, beer in hand "hey ry" "hello m'lady" he smiled warmly up at you, you had seen ryan on the occasion since he was always hanging out with bam.

The cheap couch you three sat on was starting to hurt your arse so you decided to have a walk around to see if you could find anymore of the men who you hadnt saw in too long.

You reached the bar and made the mistake of resting your bare arms on the sticky counter, regretting taking off your jacket and leaving it with bam. "Hi, two cans of ciders please" you say to the bartender, sliding him five dollars. He continued to serve the people who had ordered before you giving you time to look around. Your eyes scanned the crowd of badly dressed 20yr olds untill they focused on a tall man who stood staring at you while a woman tried to dance with him "shit..." you muttered, turning back round. Johnny was the last person you wanted to see right now and oh god did he look hot, a tight white tee-shirt that showed off every inch of his toned chest and blue pants that you wish you where on your knees zipping the fly down on, but his ego and your dignity were the only thing stopping you "hi doll face" you heard from behind you only minutes later, deep raspy southern accent... wonder who that is "hey johnny" turning round and seeing the smug look on his face would make you rage so you decided just to keep facing the bar, composing yourself was the smartest decision you could make right now "who ya here with?" Go away. "Just bam" "you two are getting real close" the bar tender handed you your change and your two ciders, finally releasing you from him "whats it to you?" You asked rhetorically, walking back to bam and ryan.

You didnt want to tell them the previous events, scared of ruining their night or their mood "you didnt get any for me?" Bam asked, a dirty look on his face "no?" You laughed almost as if he was stupid for even asking, which he was. You couldnt help but look around to look for johnny whenever you where away in thought, the effect he has always had on you was strong and you felt like a highschool girl looking for her crush in the hall way.

"Hey bam, ryan" a voice spoke infront of you, johnny. Atleast it saves you accidentally pulling a neck muscle looking around for him "hey ass face, sit down!" Bam was doing this purely to annoy you, moving towards ryan so that johnny was forced to sit next to you. He didnt bother talking to you, laughing and talking with bam and ryan while you sat awkwardly, drinking the last of your cider. God you couldnt help but look at his chests, soon he will be needing a bra more than you will. Its kinda hot though "sweetheart, stop staring your getting drool allover yourself" your head snapped up and he sat smiling at you that god damn smile that made you wanna slap it off him "i was daydreaming, and dont call me that" "youve never been good at excuses" you just shrugged and went back to your cider to hint that you really werent interested in talking to him "so whats been going on with you?" Johnny asked, the smile away but surprisingly not due to your back hand "nothing much, its only been six months. You?" You already knew his life was so much more interesting "well... nothin" oh? "What?

Youve not been doing anything? I mean cmon your johnny knoxville your never not doing anything" he just shrugged and furrowed his brows in a guilty way "its hard when ive not got my partner in crime around" the last thing you needed was sappyness from him, you werent over him at all and spent every night crying into that one teeshirt you left behind "jeff i ment, hes been on holiday" "what a fucking gentleman" he laughed that laugh he usually done and nudged you slightly "cmon, cheer up im only jokin!"

Why is he so calm and so happy? Is he not hurt? Did you not mean a single thing to him? Its only been six fucking months and hes as happy as youve ever saw him yet your so down. He caught on to this pretty fast.

"Johnny, how do you do that?" You knew it might start shit but why shouldnt you know "do what?" Sigh "your so cheerful so fast" "reword that doll i dont understand" you turned your head away in embarrassment "just askin if you want a drink?" You gaslighted him to make him think he miss heard you, he raised his brow knowing full well that you where lying "yeah sure, lets go" you had expected him to decline like he always did (because he hated the thought of you slaving around for him) and escape to the dance floor. You sat on a bar stool, him sitting on the one next to it "two ciders and two beers" you say sliding the bartender a ten "love life?" Johnny asks suddenly, catching you off gaurd "huh? What? No!" A laugh escaped both your lips "no love life" you added for good measure "you?" He just shrugs "hardly" johnny clears his throat and looks around alwardly "so how have you really been" "yeah really good!" LIE "the quite life is definitely for me" LIE "Oh really? I thought that was just an excuse to get away from me"

-

You sat at home after coming home early from some stupid skit that would definitely leave johnny dead if it was preformed wrong, you stormed from the set and drove home. He doesnt consider your feelings and what your life would be like if he died from some stupid stunt.

You went home and opened your computer when a news tab popped up "johnny knoxville seen in public

HOLDING HIS GIRLFRIENDS HAND" what?reluctantly you opened it. It was just a picture of you two walking holding hands literally nothing out of the ordinary. You jumped to the comments to see if they would agree that thats literally nothing. Nope.

"Stupid skank!" "Shes too ugly for him!" "Im his perfect girl" "hes too hot, someone break them up"

News report after news report the comments where the same and looking at them was self destruction. Johnny had argued with you multiple times for seeing them or for leaving his work early because you where scared if he died. Recently he had been pent up due to work and had accidentally been taking it out on you.

"Im leaving i cant do this" you whispered to yourself, walking up to your shared room. You got the huge suitcase that u had bough for your holiday in spain only a few months before hand. Once that was full you packed your bags up with everything that couldnt fit.

One by one you brought the bags to the door, ready to lift them into your car

*CLICK*

The front door opened and johnny stood staring at you with an expression either of fear, worry or confusion"oh your home early" he just nodded, staring at your bags

"yeah i decided not to do it, you going on holiday?" You stopped for a moment to decide if you really wanted to do this but it had been on your mind for awhile, if you didnt do it now you would be happy "no pj, im leaving" suddenly he turned his back and locked the door "no your fucking not" "pj please..." he held his back against the door, a horrified look on his face and tears welling in his eyes "baby i cant let you go" "but its for the best" you wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks "your not thinking straight, you need to stop" he pointed an accusing finger at you"i am, please move stop making this more difficult" you walked towards the door and tried to pull him away from it "why are you wanting to leave me, i love you" his voice had gone dark and croaky and he didnt bother wiping the tears that ran down his cheeks away "this is too much for me, you hurt yourself without thinking of the after effects. I wouldnt be able to live if you got seriously hurt. Youve been seriously nagging me for ages i feel like your my parent! The things people say online about me are getting worse, i need a quite life away from..." you trailed off "me?"johnny asked, you just nodded, he grabbed you into a hug "no no no dont leave me i can tell them to stop, ill be better for you" "let me go" you pleaded, the tears streaming onto his shirt now. As if a switch went off he let go and stormed into the living room "fuck!" You could hear him shout, you took your chance and unlocked the door, pushing all your bags to your car "what the fuck!" You could still hear him screaming, trying to make sense of it all. Once your car was full you looked back to the front door that still lay open, no sight of johnny waiting to wave you goodbye. You left to go back to your own small apartment, seeing him appear at his door watching your car leave.

A week later you built up your courage to give johnny back a few shirts he had left at yours or just gave to you.

You arrived at his front door and knocked it loud so that he couldnt use 'i didnt hear you' as an excuse.

*CLICK*

johnny answered the door, he hadnt shaved or been to sleep in ages it looked like, his hair all scruffy and house dark and stinky "what?" His voice croaked "just giving you back your stuff" he took the shirts from your hands and put them on the table in the house giving you a chance to glance around and the un cared for home

"that all?" "Yeah i uh-" "bye" he grumbles over you, slamming the door in your face.

-

The bar tender slides you both your cans and the change, johnny cracks open a can and brings it to his lips "how are you doing?" You ask him "surviving" he gave a loose smile "definitely better than i was, that wasnt my proudest moment" he giggled drinking a little bit more of his drink "im sorry for leaving" the topic had gone sad and dense and you could feel the alcohol making a sour turn in your mood "do you regret it?" You took a quick swig of your cider and tapped your fingers off the can anxiously "you know... yeah i guess, but the comments about me where too much i dont think i could put myself through that again" he shakes his head "forget about all that shit, what about me? Do you regret leaving me?" He desperately searched your eyes, the same look that he showed when he saw u with the suitcases. Tears in both your eyes now, the silence dragged out too long.

His mouth opened to say something but you quickly stopped him by crashing your lips off his, he brought his left hand up to cradle your face, running circles on your cheek with his thumb as he usually did. Very quickly his tongue slid into your mouth, the bitter taste of whiskey and vodka from his and the strong moon juice and cider from yours dancing between your mouths. He pulled away, his eyes dark with lust that you have never seen before "i need you darlin, like real bad" suddenly his voice was deep and southern, the exact way that turned you on "ill call a cab" once again he shook his head "no i cant wait that long". With a tight grip of your hand johnny was dragging you from the bar to the single mens bathroom, bathroom sex sounded fun but you groaned knowing that mens bathrooms were already filthy enough.

As soon as the door slammed shut johnny was cornering you to the door kissing your neck greedily making you moan and hold the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. "Take your clothes off honey" he spoke with a rasp, moving himself away to remove his own clothes. Once you had finished you made your way to him, kissing his neck back while he took off his boxers revealing his dick that was already leaking and red "bend over the sink for me like a good girl" you obliged, resting your arms on the sink that was decaying at the corners, infront of you stood a mirror that had a crack near the top and was stained slightly.

Through it you could see johnny walking up behind you, eyes filled with dangerous amounts of lust as he crouched under you. An evil giggle sounded from under you, johnny gripped the back of your thighs tight while he slowly dragged the tip of his tongue through your folds making you gasp and buckle your knees. "Oh fuck" you whispered through your hand that covered your mouth. Slowly he started licking your clit to tease you, with every painfully slow lick your eyes would clench and moans fell out your mouth "johnny please... go faster" you forced out "pardon doll?" He knew fine well but used it as an excuse just to stop and made you huff "go faster" you desperately pleaded "faster?" "Please..." before you could finish speaking johnny shoved two fingers inside your dripping head and flicked his tongue over your clit repetitively making you quite literally scream in pleasure, gripping onto the sink for dear life.

"Johnny.. slow down" you gasped, struggling to even stand as he continued to plow his fingers into you and make out with your clit "dont act like you dont want this doll" he spoke from under you, he wasnt wrong.

You wouldve been angry as shit if he stopped. Loud moans continued to bark out your mouth, your forehead started to hurt from resting it against the mirror.

Only a minute later he had you weaker, melting against the sink while your legs helplessly shook. Curses spilled out your mouth "fuck... fuck johnny im going to cum"

"cmon darlin, cum around my fingers" with that ur moans where out of controll, he had suck a way with words. "Fuck im-" your moan was cut off by confusion as he pulled out "johnny what the fuck?" He got up and put his hands on the sink infront of you, looking at you through the mirror with a evil smile "god you look so hot when your mad sweetheart" his hand slithered to your neck where he held it up, not hard but hard enough. With a quick movement he shoved his cock into you, making your eyes roll back and a guttural moan scream from you "you want everyone to hear you? Hear you like the little slut you are?" He mocked, continuing to slam his hips upward. You forgot that the bar wasn't extremely busy and if anyone went near the bathroom door they would hear you without a doubt

"hm? Is that a yes? You like them hearing me stuffing you with my fat cock?" You nodded feverishly earning loud grunt from him "good girl"

Soon his strong thrusts became shakey, your mind somehow managing to catch on to the song in the back round, barracuda by heart the song that played when you and johnny first had sex. His grip in your hair tightened almost scalping you as his moans became louder, you looked at him through the mirror the realisation finally setting in. This is the last time, isnt it?

You shed tears as you came around him without warning due to your moans becoming silent from the distracting thought "fuck sweetie, you feel amazing... where should i-" "inside pi" he grabbed you into a hug as he continued to fuck you from behind, a clear reaction to the nickname that u hadnt called him in ages "fuck... oh shit" his grip tightened around your torso as you felt his warm cum filling you up.

He stayed like that for a few, hot breath making itself comfortable in the crease of your neck. You still silently cried without him noticing. "Fuck that was great" he finally spoke, pulling out and instantly cleaning you both up with the rough toilet paper that sat ontop of the toilet. "Yeah" you said blandly, pulling your clothes back on "doll? Look at me." Reluctantly you faced him, red puffy eyes giving away that you were crying "ah, shit.. did i hurt you?” You just shook your head, biting your cheeks to keep in the agonising cries that you let out everyday "speak to me" johnny pulled on his boxers and sat on the toilet lid, you standing like a lost child at the door trying so hard not to cry. Instead of just standing there you walked over to him and sat on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I cant live without you" you felt pathetic, so utterly pathetic. Sitting in the lap of the man thats heart you broke, crying into his shoulder. A small sniffle sounded behind your ear and you felt his big arms wrap around you "you mean it?" "Pi, breaking up was the worse decision of my life. I beat myself up for it everyday" he just grasped you into a tighter hug, properly crying now breaking your heart by the second, you broke such a strong man. "Cmon honey, lets go back to my place yeah?" He sniffed "yeah lets go"

Once you both decided it was okay you left, a couple of people drawing you dirty looks "y/n!" Bam shouted from behind the both of you, you turned round to see him standing with a random guy "thus is ted hes your fuck bunny for tonight" thats when johnny turned round and bam finally realised what was going on

"what the fuck!" He shouted as you and johnny ran to the door, calling a cab giggling like children.

The house was no different than you had left it apart from the pictures of you where not up on the walls anymore. You made your way to his bedroom and he offered you one of his teeshirts to wear to sleep.

Spooning him was like finally taking a drug that you decided to stop for some reason, his scent invading you but you couldnt care less

"Night doll" he spoke softly in your ear with a sleepy raspy voice "night darling" you replied, earning a huge grin from him that you could feel forming at your neck....

[therealpontius]

Barracuda

Johnny/pj (dom) x reader (sub)

Plot: johnny and reader meet eachothers after a pretty shitty breakup…

Warnings: dirty smut, degrading, praising, public sex, sad topics, online bullying, alcohol, talk of death, anger, cursing

Word count: 3.5K

It had been a long, lonely six months since you and johnny broke up. You got invited out to a club by bam who you still kept in contact with after separating from the rest of the jackass boys, he insisted you came since he missed drinking with you and he would "help you find a new 'fuck bunny' " as he put it. It was no secret you where nervous to see johnny again, but that was to be expected. Johnny was the best lover you ever had and you hadnt seen him since week you broke up to give his old shirts back.

You wore a short dark purple dress with fish net tights and black heels, you wanted to blend in with bam as much as possible. *RING RING* you jumped causing you to tug on your earring that you where halfway through putting in your ear, the pain stinging as you flipped your phone open and balanced it between your head and shoulder "hey bam bam" "hey fuck face ill be out front in ten" "perf, thanks" you took five glasses of strong moon juice before leaving to get you more in the mood

The rasp of an engine screamed from outside your small house and you knew it was bam without looking. Quickly you pushed your feet into your black heels and shoved on a plain leather jacket, carefully trotting out to his purple lambo that reflected off the sun that set making the sky a peaceful orange colour "hey bammy" "stop with the stupid ass nicknames, turd" "only when you do" he went silent before giggling alittle "just get your fuckin seat belt on" "yes sir"

Arriving, bam took your hand leading you in, as planned your outfits matched with colour "hey y/n! I didnt know you where coming!" Chris spoke, smoking at the entrance "heya chris, its been awhile" "for sure, see ya inside buddy" bam nods a hello to him and you both walk in, the bar was decently busy. You where led to where ryan sat, beer in hand "hey ry" "hello m'lady" he smiled warmly up at you, you had seen ryan on the occasion since he was always hanging out with bam. The cheap couch you three sat on was starting to hurt your arse so you decided to have a walk around to see if you could find anymore of the men who you hadnt saw in too long.

You reached the bar and made the mistake of resting your bare arms on the sticky counter, regretting taking off your jacket and leaving it with bam. "Hi, two cans of ciders please" you say to the bartender, sliding him five dollars. He continued to serve the people who had ordered before you giving you time to look around. Your eyes scanned the crowd of badly dressed 20yr olds untill they focused on a tall man who stood staring at you while a woman tried to dance with him "shit..." you muttered, turning back round. Johnny was the last person you wanted to see right now and oh god did he look hot, a tight white tee-shirt that showed off every inch of his toned chest and blue pants that you wish you where on your knees zipping the fly down on, but his ego and your dignity were the only thing stopping you "hi doll face" you heard from behind you only minutes later, deep raspy southern accent... wonder who that is "hey johnny" turning round and seeing the smug look on his face would make you rage so you decided just to keep facing the bar, composing yourself was the smartest decision you could make right now "who ya here with?" Go away. "Just bam" "you two are getting real close" the bar tender handed you your change and your two ciders, finally releasing you from him "whats it to you?" You asked rhetorically, walking back to bam and ryan.

You didnt want to tell them the previous events, scared of ruining their night or their mood "you didnt get any for me?" Bam asked, a dirty look on his face "no?" You laughed almost as if he was stupid for even asking, which he was. You couldnt help but look around to look for johnny whenever you where away in thought, the effect he has always had on you was strong and you felt like a highschool girl looking for her crush in the hall way. "Hey bam, ryan" a voice spoke infront of you, johnny. Atleast it saves you accidentally pulling a neck muscle looking around for him "hey ass face, sit down!" Bam was doing this purely to annoy you, moving towards ryan so that johnny was forced to sit next to you. He didnt bother talking to you, laughing and talking with bam and ryan while you sat awkwardly, drinking the last of your cider. God you couldnt help but look at his chests, soon he will be needing a bra more than you will. Its kinda hot though "sweetheart, stop staring your getting drool allover yourself" your head snapped up and he sat smiling at you that god damn smile that made you wanna slap it off him "i was daydreaming, and dont call me that" "youve never been good at excuses" you just shrugged and went back to your cider to hint that you really werent interested in talking to him "so whats been going on with you?" Johnny asked, the smile away but surprisingly not due to your back hand "nothing much, its only been six months. You?" You already knew his life was so much more interesting "well... nothin" oh? "What? Youve not been doing anything? I mean cmon your johnny knoxville your never not doing anything" he just shrugged and furrowed his brows in a guilty way "its hard when ive not got my partner in crime around" the last thing you needed was sappyness from him, you werent over him at all and spent every night crying into that one teeshirt you left behind "jeff i ment, hes been on holiday" "what a fucking gentleman" he laughed that laugh he usually done and nudged you slightly "cmon, cheer up im only jokin!"

Why is he so calm and so happy? Is he not hurt? Did you not mean a single thing to him? Its only been six fucking months and hes as happy as youve ever saw him yet your so down. He caught on to this pretty fast.

"Johnny, how do you do that?" You knew it might start shit but why shouldnt you know "do what?" Sigh "your so cheerful so fast" "reword that doll i dont understand" you turned your head away in embarrassment "just askin if you want a drink?" You gaslighted him to make him think he miss heard you, he raised his brow knowing full well that you where lying "yeah sure, lets go" you had expected him to decline like he always did (because he hated the thought of you slaving around for him) and escape to the dance floor. You sat on a bar stool, him sitting on the one next to it " two ciders and two beers" you say sliding the bartender a ten "love life?" Johnny asks suddenly, catching you off gaurd "huh? What? No!" A laugh escaped both your lips "no love life" you added for good measure "you?" He just shrugs "hardly" johnny clears his throat and looks around alwardly "so how have you really been" "yeah really good!" LIE "the quite life is definitely for me" L I E "Oh really? I thought that was just an excuse to get away from me"

~

You sat at home after coming home early from some stupid skit that would definitely leave johnny dead if it was preformed wrong, you stormed from the set and drove home. He doesnt consider your feelings and what your life would be like if he died from some stupid stunt.

You went home and opened your computer when a news tab popped up "johnny knoxville seen in public HOLDING HIS GIRLFRIENDS HAND" what?reluctantly you opened it. It was just a picture of you two walking holding hands literally nothing out of the ordinary. You jumped to the comments to see if they would agree that thats literally nothing. Nope.

"Stupid skank!"  "Shes too ugly for him!"  "Im his perfect girl" "hes too hot, someone break them up"

News report after news report the comments where the same and looking at them was self destruction. Johnny had argued with you multiple times for seeing them or for leaving his work early because you where scared if he died. Recently he had been pent up due to work and had accidentally been taking it out on you.

"Im leaving i cant do this" you whispered to yourself, walking up to your shared room. You got the huge suitcase that u had bough for your holiday in spain only a few months before hand. Once that was full you packed your bags up with everything that couldnt fit. One by one you brought the bags to the door, ready to lift them into your car *CLICK*

The front door opened and johnny stood staring at you with an expression either of fear, worry or confusion"oh your home early" he just nodded, staring at your bags "yeah i decided not to do it, you going on holiday?" You stopped for a moment to decide if you really wanted to do this but it had been on your mind for awhile, if you didnt do it now you would be happy "no pj, im leaving" suddenly he turned his back and locked the door "no your fucking not" "pj please..." he held his back against the door, a horrified look on his face and tears welling in his eyes "baby i cant let you go" "but its for the best" you wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks "your not thinking straight, you need to stop" he pointed an accusing finger at you"i am, please move stop making this more difficult" you walked towards the door and tried to pull him away from it "why are you wanting to leave me, i love you" his voice had gone dark and croaky and he didnt bother wiping the tears that ran down his cheeks away "this is too much for me, you hurt yourself without thinking of the after effects. I wouldnt be able to live if you got seriously hurt. Youve been seriously nagging me for ages i feel like your my parent! The things people say online about me are getting worse, i need a quite life away from..." you trailed off "me?"johnny asked, you just nodded, he grabbed you into a hug "no no no dont leave me i can tell them to stop, ill be better for you" "let me go" you pleaded, the tears streaming onto his shirt now. As if a switch went off he let go and stormed into the living room "fuck!" You could hear him shout, you took your chance and unlocked the door, pushing all your bags to your car "what the fuck!" You could still hear him screaming, trying to make sense of it all. Once your car was full you looked back to the front door that still lay open, no sight of johnny waiting to wave you goodbye. You left to go back to your own small apartment , seeing him appear at his door watching your car leave.

A week later you built up your courage to give johnny back a few shirts he had left at yours or just gave to you. You arrived at his front door and knocked it loud so that he couldnt use 'i didnt hear you' as an excuse. *CLICK* johnny answered the door, he hadnt shaved or been to sleep in ages it looked like, his hair all scruffy and house dark and stinky "what?" His voice croaked "just giving you back your stuff" he took the shirts from your hands and put them on the table in the house giving you a chance to glance around and the un cared for home "that all?" "Yeah i uh-" "bye" he grumbles over you, slamming the door in your face.

~

The bar tender slides you both your cans and the change, johnny cracks open a can and brings it to his lips "how are you doing?" You ask him "surviving" he gave a loose smile "definitely better than i was, that wasnt my proudest moment" he giggled drinking a little bit more of his drink "im sorry for leaving" the topic had gone sad and dense and you could feel the alcohol making a sour turn in your mood "do you regret it?" You took a quick swig of your cider and tapped your fingers off the can anxiously "you know... yeah i guess, but the comments about me where too much i dont think i could put myself through that again" he shakes his head "forget about all that shit, what about me? Do you regret leaving me?" He desperately searched your eyes, the same look that he showed when he saw u with the suitcases. Tears in both of your eyes now, the silence dragged out too long.

His mouth opened to say something but you quickly stopped him by crashing your lips off his, he brought his left hand up to cradle your face, running circles on your cheek with his thumb as he usually did. Very quickly his tongue slid into your mouth, the bitter taste of whiskey and vodka from his and the strong moon juice and cider from yours dancing between your mouths. He pulled away, his eyes dark with lust that you have never seen before "i need you darlin, like real bad" suddenly his voice was deep and southern,  the exact way that turned you on "ill call a cab" once again he shook his head "no i cant wait that long". With a tight grip of your hand johnny was dragging you from the bar to the single mens bathroom, bathroom sex sounded fun but you groaned knowing that mens bathrooms were already filthy enough.

As soon as the door slammed shut johnny was cornering you to the door kissing your neck greedily making you moan and hold the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. "Take your clothes off honey" he spoke with a rasp, moving himself away to remove his own clothes. Once you had finished you made your way to him, kissing his neck back while he took off his boxers revealing his dick that was already leaking and red "bend over the sink for me like a good girl" you obliged, resting your arms on the sink that was decaying at the corners, infront of you stood a mirror that had a crack near the top and was stained slightly. Through it you could see johnny walking up behind you, eyes filled with dangerous amounts of lust as he crouched under you.

An evil giggle sounded from under you, johnny gripped the back of your thighs tight while he slowly dragged the tip of his tongue through your folds making you gasp and buckle your knees. "Oh fuck" you whispered through your hand that covered your mouth. Slowly he started licking your clit to tease you, with every painfully slow lick your eyes would clench and moans fell out your mouth "johnny please... go faster" you forced out "pardon doll?" He knew fine well but used it as an excuse just to stop and made you huff "go faster" you desperately pleaded "faster?" "Please..." before you could finish speaking johnny shoved two fingers inside your dripping head and flicked his tongue over your clit repetitively making you quite literally scream in pleasure, gripping onto the sink for dear life.

“Johnny.. slow down” you gasped, struggling to even stand as he continued to plow his fingers into you and make out with your clit “dont act like you dont want this doll” he spoke from under you, he wasnt wrong. You wouldve been angry as shit if he stopped. Loud moans continued to bark out your mouth, your forehead started to hurt from resting it against the mirror.

Only a minute later he had you weaker, melting against the sink while your legs helplessly shook. Curses spilled out your mouth “fuck… fuck johnny im going to cum” “cmon darlin, cum around my fingers” with that ur moans where out of controll, he had suck a way with words. “Fuck im-“ your moan was cut off by confusion as he pulled out “johnny what the fuck?” He got up and put his hands on the sink infront of you, looking at you through the mirror with a evil smile “god you look so hot when your mad sweetheart” his hand slithered to your neck where he held it up, not hard but hard enough. With a quick movement he shoved his cock into you, making your eyes roll back and a guttural moan scream from you “you want everyone to hear you? Hear you like the little slut you are?” He mocked, continuing to slam his hips upward. You forgot that the bar wasn’t extremely busy and if anyone went near the bathroom door they would hear you without a doubt “hm? Is that a yes? You like them hearing me stuffing you with my fat cock?” You nodded feverishly earning a loud grunt from him “good girl”

Soon his strong thrusts became shakey, your mind somehow managing to catch on to the song in the back round, barracuda by heart the song that played when you and johnny first had sex. His grip in your hair tightened almost scalping you as his moans became louder, you looked at him through the mirror the realisation finally setting in. This is the last time, isnt it? You shed tears as you came around him without warning due to your moans becoming silent from the distracting thought “fuck sweetie, you feel amazing… where should i-“ “inside pj” he grabbed you into a hug as he continued to fuck you from behind, a clear reaction to the nickname that u hadnt called him in ages “fuck… oh shit” his grip tightened around your torso as you felt his warm cum filling you up.

He stayed like that for a few, hot breath making itself comfortable in the crease of your neck. You still silently cried without him noticing. “Fuck that was great” he finally spoke, pulling out and instantly cleaning you both up with the rough toilet paper that sat ontop of the toilet. “Yeah” you said blandly, pulling your clothes back on “doll? Look at me.” Reluctantly you faced him, red puffy eyes giving away that you were crying “ah shit, did i hurt you?” You just shook your head, biting your cheeks to keep in the agonising cries that you let out everyday “speak to me” johnny pulled on his boxers and sat on the toilet lid, you standing like a lost child at the door trying so hard not to cry. Instead of just standing there you walked over to him and sat on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I cant live without you” you felt pathetic, so utterly pathetic. Sitting in the lap of the man thats heart you broke, crying into his shoulder. A small sniffle sounded behind your ear and you felt his big arms wrap around you “you mean it?” “Pj, breaking up was the worse decision of my life. I beat myself up for it everyday” he just grasped you into a tighter hug, properly crying now breaking your heart by the second, you broke such a strong man. “Cmon honey, lets go back to my place yeah?” He sniffed “yeah lets go”

Once you both decided it was okay you left, a couple of people drawing you dirty looks “y/n!” Bam shouted from behind the both of you, you turned round to see him standing with a random guy “thus is ted hes your fuck bunny for tonight” thats when johnny turned round and bam finally realised what was going on “what the fuck!” He shouted as you and johnny ran to the door, calling a cab giggling like children.

The house was no different than you had left it apart from the pictures of you where not up on the walls anymore. You made your way to his bedroom and he offered you one of his teeshirts to wear to sleep. Spooning him was like finally taking a drug that you decided to stop for some reason, his scent invading you but you couldnt care less

“Night doll” he spoke softly in your ear with a sleepy raspy voice “night darling” you replied, earning a huge grin from him that you could feel forming at your neck….

[wowpindrop]

Hello! Just as a start I am so exited for the Captain x Punk!Teen!Reader fic that is on the way but I wanted to ask, like this one if you do Parent/Dad!Comic/character x Their Kid Reader, obviously with the reader still being 18+, becuase if you do I have an idea that I wanted to run by you below if that is something you’d be comfortable and happy doing:

So the Reader is between the ages of 18-20yrs old and is a male!reader, an OOC! I’ve named Eli and the son of a britcom comedian, not sure which but I was debating it being between Russel Howard, Rob Beckett, James Acaster and Josh Widdecombe you can decide if you want but I was thinking if it was Rob then Romesh Ranganathan would be in the story as an uncle, if it was James then Josh (Vice Versa) and Ed Gamble would be in the story as Male!Readers uncles.

Basically Eli / Male!Reader comes out to his dad and uncle(s) as Gay and wanting to use He/They pronouns while watching something that has a queer couple in it and it’s a little angst and much fluffy and Eli has a crush on a guy he goes to Uni with called Edgar and basically they find out and the angst comes in when Eli is scared to tell them and the fluff is when they accept him.

Eli, Male!Reader, uses He/They pronouns, is a Grunge, Rock person who’s fashion choices reflect that and loves Movies like Star wars, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Marvel and Coraline and basically acts similar to Peter Parker from the MCU

Hi! Omg I love this idea sm!

I'm thinking maybe Rob with Rom as the uncle would be rly sweet, mainly cos Rob doesn't get much attention.

I'd love to do this and will add to the list.

Cap fic is on the way in the next few weeks!

Just in time for Christmas (planning to make the cap fic set around Christmas too).

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bookstore owner au is definitely 40yr old Steve/20yr old reader, I feel it in my booooones. She goes there for peace and quiet and he watches her through the shelves, starts putting the books he thinks she'll like up a little too high...... 😌

Should I do a vote hehe. We have quite a few contenders so far to own the Baddie Book Shop lmaooo

[mymegumi]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ love thy neighbor(‘s dad)

feat. fushiguro toji

word count. 3,5k

contents. age gap (approx. 15-20yrs), fucked-my-best-friend’s-dad trope, afab!reader, college age!reader, toji has not-so-innocent thots abt his son’s best friend, dub con (toji has a few beers), protected sex (no more fushiguros campaign fr), pet names (sweet, sweet thing, baby, honey), masturbation mention, lowkey perv!toji, mixed perspectives, size difference/kink (toji is bigger + likes it)

summary. when you come home for a quick break, you begin to put your plan into motion. said plan?—sleep with your neighbor’s dad.

toji wasn’t really looking forward to megumi coming home, which seems like a really shitty thing to say considering that’s his kid and he’s been gone for at least three months. however, in his defense, he had enjoyed the peace and quiet of living on his own, especially after he and tamiko had divorced over the summer.

he loved his ex-wife, but he wasn’t in love with her. not in the way married people were supposed to be. the sex had been mediocre, but then again, she hadn’t ever exuded sex appeal. not to speak ill of his ex-wife, but she had just been very plain.

unlike the girl megumi had introduced as his best friend after coming home for the first break of college.

now, that girl. that girl had exuded sex.

in every sense of the word, toji knew that girl knew how to fuck. her skirts were short, and he thought he caught a glimpse of bright pink panties. all of her shirts were tight around her waist and breasts, and the sight of her cleavage in every single shirt she wore made him tight in his pants.

he wanted to bend her over the countertops of his kitchen, watch her hands scratch and claw at the countertops as he fucked her from behind. wanted to slap her ass, leave red marks that ached and stung for days after he’d fuck her. god, the things he dreamed about doing to that pussy. he felt like a dirty old man, thinking so lecherously about someone obviously at least twenty years his junior, but he swore sometimes he caught her sending him flirtatious glances.

you were just too sexy for your own good.

and apparently, much to toji’s apprehensive anxiety, you were next door neighbors with the fushiguro men. toji wasn’t exactly friendly, and so he’d never bothered to greet or exchange pleasantries with his neighbors before. megumi had expressed to him that he and you had been surprised to figure out that you lived next door to each other.

toji wasn’t sure how he missed such a hot neighbor, but he’s beyond it now.

you frequented his home, unfortunately, and you always wore shirts that made your nipples peek through. granted, toji kept the air conditioning a touch too cool. if he didn’t know any better, the short skirts and crop tops and brief flashes of hot red panties were directed at and meant for his son—someone more age appropriate for you.

but he knew better.

you’d slide too close to him in the kitchen when you wanted a drink. you leaned over the counter to show off your tits whenever you helped megumi with his homework, toji opposite the both of you. you even asked toji to help zip your dress up, one time when you and megumi had gone on a day trip to kyoto. your skin was smooth, and toji’s finger might have skimmed across your bare back. your skin was hot and he saw your neck flush red from his touch.

he fucked his fist in the shower when the two of you left.

and one night, when he’d been a bit tipsy after a few (dozen) beers, he’d tumbled into bed. he closed his eyes one minute and was dreaming about driving a sports car, and then he’d fluttered his eyes open.

he thought he was dreaming.

you were straddled on his lap, a short cropped tank top sliding up your waist with a single spaghetti strap falling down your shoulder. the only thing separating your pussy from baring down on the grey sweatpants he wore to sleep was the thin slip of panties you were wearing. you ground your hips from side to side and toji moaned, he was already hard—no surprise there. he balled his fists into the sheets and let his eyes wander as he bucked his hips up into yours.

he saw how perky your nipples were, and when he reached out to touch them, to thumb over them with calloused hands, he was expecting to wake up—because he always woke up before he could touch you back.

“oh shit.” he muttered, eyes widening marginally when he realized that you were real and tangible. “fuck, what’re you doing, sweet thing?”

he shouldn’t have allowed you to press your breasts into his hands harder, shouldn’t have squeezed them just to watch the way you moaned and bit your lip, and definitely shouldn’t have ground his hips into yours again. it was just so good—the feeling of your warm pussy on his cock. oh, god. he hadn’t gotten laid in so long and just the idea that you had wanted him even a fraction of how he wanted you made his cock strain against you.

“‘m not doing anything.” you murmured, hands trailing up his forearms and fingers ghosting over the backs of his hands before interlacing your fingers together. the vision of your hands overtop his hands on your breasts made a sigh leave his lips—you were too damn sexy.

you leaned down, eyes clouded with lust and desire and it took all of the brainpower that was left in his little lust-ridden brain to close his eyes before you were slotting your mouth over his.

oh, you were warm.

your lips were moist and you were wearing some sort of strawberry chapstick. he licked his tongue along your bottom lip to get a better taste and you sighed softly into his mouth, hands untangling from his to clench at the pillow. you opened your mouth, allowing both of your tongues to mix and toji wanted to memorize the taste of you.

“so sweet.” he mumbled against your lips, hands sliding from your breasts to your waist, fingers dancing against the bare midriff you had been sporting.

he was confused, sure. confused about why tonight of all nights, and why you had suddenly wandered into his bed while his son slept on the opposite side of the house. was he a bit miffed at the idea of sleeping with his son’s best friend? yes. was he also so desperate to bury his cock in your pussy that he would think about the consequences of his actions after he’d come in you at least twice? also yes.

he might have been confused, but in actuality, you had masterminded this whole plan.

you were tired, of the flitting glances and the suggestive clothing and the mere thought of going another week with out toji fushiguro’s cock in you was too much. so, you’d come over to ‘hang out’ with megumi, on a night that you knew he wasn’t going to be home because he was stuck at the college. you begged him to drink with you ‘cause no one was home from college except you and you were so lonely. he’d agreed, obviously, and from there, it was just a matter of making sure you drank less than he did.

a greater person might have worried about the age gap, or if this was even morally correct since he was midly tipsy, but you thought he was hot and you knew he thought you were, too. he wasn’t subtle, staring at your tits whenever you wore anything even remotely showing your cleavage, and you wanted him. so badly.

his bulge pressed against your pussy and you let your hips move, the pressure of it hitting against your clit to send sparks of pleasure up your spine. your panties were soaked, probably leaving a dark grey wet spot on his sweats, but his tongue in your mouth was erasing all of your worries.

“do you-” you pulled back a little to whisper, but he latched his mouth to the swell of your breast, sucking harshly and eliciting a moan that cut your sentence off. “oh, fuck. do you have a condom?”

his hand flew from where he had been kneading your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to try to release some of—any of—the sexual frustration he was feeling. the feeling of his hand bashing into the nightstand didn’t deter him from ripping open the drawer and shuffling his hand around blindly. his eyes were closed, focused on sucking a dark red hickey onto your tit and had to use just his touch to try and find a foil wrapper. his fingers closed around it right as you tried to get yourself off by rubbing hungrily against his cock.

he wrapped the arm that had the condom around your waist and quickly flipped the both of you over, taking over the dominant position you’d taken straddling him. while you had wanted to ride him into the early morning lights, your complaints left your tongue at the sight of toji over you. he was leaned back on his heels and was shoving his sweatpants down, hard cock swinging out of his sweats and gently hitting his abs. his tip was red, swollen and leaking, and if he hadn’t been stroking himself, you’d have wrapped your own hands around his shaft.

looking down at you, he ripped the top of the condom off with his teeth, and watched the way your chest rose and fell beneath him. your hair was spread out on the pillow and your cheeks were rosy. the crop top was basically rucked around now, the hem of it pushed below your breasts and your panties bunched tightly and sopping wet. rolling the condom onto himself with one hand, he dipped down to press a wet, sloppy kiss to your mouth.

now, toji wasn’t an old guy, by any stretch.

he was fit, going to the gym regularly and making sure he wasn’t out of shape, and he ate relatively well considering he was a single guy on his own. you’d watched him take runs in the neighborhood before, sweating and shirtless and heaving and you’d touch yourself just to the image of it. you weren’t worried by any means about his stamina—you knew toji would be able to tire you out and then some.

“are you sure?” he tried to be cordial, but truthfully, even if you said no, he’d fuck his fist just to get off right now. he’s asking if you’re sure you want to fuck an old guy like him, and yet, he’s letting his fingers slide your panties to the side, cock lining up to press into your cunt.

nodding your head fervently, you grabbed his shoulders and tried pulling him closer. “please, please, i need you to fuck me. i need your cock in me right now, i’m going to lose my mind if you don’t put your dick in me—”

he let you ramble, but his mind was so foggy that his hips are moving before he knew it and your sentence was forcefully cut off with a sharp outtake.

“oh my— oh my fucking god!”

your pussy was heaven.

you were soft, warm, aching, tight, and just squeezing him in all the places he needed. his cock was sizeably larger than anything you’d ever taken before and just the slow push of him entering you was enough to make you moan wantonly, the mixture of pain and pleasure shutting your filter off. it was a slow push, and toji could feel you resisting his cock with every stutter and every squirm of your body, but eventually, he bottomed out in you.

“baby, you’re so tight.” his words were breathless, reverent almost, and he felt the way his words made you clench around his length. “if you want me to fuck you good, you’re gonna need to relax. can you do that?”

there were tears springing to your eyes—apparently he was much larger than anything you were used to. you nodded your head, letting the tears fall off your face as you pressed your fingers into his bare shoulders. his smile was wolf-like, almost predatory, and you felt as if even if you had said you couldn’t take it, he would’ve made you used to it.

“‘m gonna fuck you now.” he muttered, hips already tilting backwards before he’d heard an utterance of confirmation.

pulling his dick out of your pussy was agony enough, but it was the fact that you had whimpers on your mouth just begging for him to put it back in that was embarrassing enough. you were acting as if you had never been fucked before and needed to experience it for the first time again. “i need you in me, please, fuck me toji!”

he grunted, fingers curling into the linens on his bed as he started building speed with his thrusts. every time he felt his hips smack against yours, there was a sharp intake of breath from him. he wasn’t a moaner, didn’t usually like to whimper or even make noise during sex, but the feeling of your pussy was pulling soft noises of need out of him.

“nng,” he tried to clench his teeth together, trying to hold himself back but he couldn’t help himself—you just felt too fucking good.

“h-holy—!” you could barely keep a grip on his shoulders, they were just so much wider than your hands could feasibly hold onto and he was just pushing his cock inside of you so hard. he was practically just shoving you up the bed with his dick at this rate. “oh, oh shit, toji! you’re so—so much bigger than i imagined.”

and just when he thought his dick couldn’t get any bigger.

the space of his bedroom was practically void. so every slap of skin, every breathless moan and whine and whimper leaving your lips was fuel for his tank. his abdomen was tight with desire and he knew if he just focused really hard on that little coil inside of him, he could come within seconds. but he wanted to fuck you for hours, wanted to watch you come undone and unfold before him.

your mouth was open, small little ‘ah, ah, ah’s leaving your lips with every snap of his hips, and toji saw you trying to close your mouth, hand covering and muffling the sounds leaving as if you were embarrassed about them.

roughly, and without breaking his pace, he grabbed the wrist of the hand covering your mouth and pinned it to the bed. “tryna cover up those pretty moans, baby? didn’t tell you you could do that, did i?”

the way your eyes shot to his, wide and doe-eyed, as if caught doing something bad, was enough to send a zing of pleasure to his cock again—something he was rapidly getting used to with you.

flexing your hand against his holding your wrist, you realized that toji was big. he was at least almost double your size and could easily pin you to his bed and keep you there for however long he wanted, and the thought of him keeping you in his bed just to fuck as he pleased was sending shivers down your spine. the sight of his skin, worn through the ages and calloused beyond belief from his various hobbies, and yours against each other was just the contrast of older and younger that reminded you of your age gap. he was older, but god, he fucked you better than anyone your age ever had before.

“not gonna be quiet now, are you?” he dipped down, forehead pressing against yours with a sharp look in his eyes as he slowed his pace down, but put more power behind each thrust. “poor honey, gets scolded once and clams up. you’re such a little pushover.”

“fuck you.” you muttered, wrapping your legs around his back now fully. locking your ankles with each other, you shortened the amount he could pull back and the toothy, predatory grin he gave you sent a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. “talk so much.”

“good pussy makes me chatty.”

it took all the willpower in your body not to slap him in the face and leave. he’s supremely lucky his dick was good and you didn’t just up and leave the room. “shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

normally, he’d say something clever to try and get the last word, but somehow, even through the condom, he can feel the light flutterings of your orgasm. he can sense the way your body tenses, the way your muscles spasm underneath every touch of your waist and can see your eyes start to roll to the headboard—no way in hell is he missing you orgasm on his cock for the first time.

furrowing his brows, he concentrated on keeping a steady pace, hands wrapped firmly around your waist to keep leverage and relishing in each moan, whimper, and groan escaping you. the sounds bouncing off of the walls were music to his ears—his own personal symphony.

“oh, oh god!” you were beginning to leave little crescent shaped indents on his shoulders, and you were almost concerned they would scar there, “i-i’m gonna come! t-toji, please, please, let me come!”

the sound of you begging for it, for permission to come, was like a drug and he groaned loudly, lowering his head until it rested on the pillow behind your head, your bodies and sweat mingling. he could feel the small little crop top you had worn, now bunched and sweaty, against his chest, could feel you breathing harshly and moaning with every exhale, unable to control yourself.

his pace became brutal, and before you knew what was happening, little white stars behind your eyes began to bloom. every second he brought you closer to the edge, and when you finally tumbled off headfirst, your moans and whimpers and wails echoed off the walls—bouncing around the room and ricocheting into the other rooms of the house. you thanked your lucky stars megumi wasn’t home, because there was no way you could’ve been quiet during that orgasm.

but he didn’t stop—he hadn’t come yet.

he was fucking your own come back into yourself, and you were practically scraping along his shoulders and his back, trying to get a grip on what was real and what was imagined through your orgasm. it was hitting you hard, harder than any orgasm a boy your age could have made it hit—and that’s who you’d been fucking before toji, boys. boys who didn’t know where the clit was, boys who couldn’t make you cum from fucking you, and boys that didn’t have massive cocks and smiled that made your pussy wet at the sight of them.

furrowing his brows, toji watched you squirm underneath him, relishing in the sheer size difference between the two of you, the inklings of his orgasm swirling in his pelvis as he continued fucking you. your own climax had made your pussy so wet that his cock was just sliding in and out of you, he didn’t even need to think too hard and he was pounding your insides.

“oh,” you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you pulled toji towards you, mouthing wet kisses onto his chest, “need you to come in me.”

toji felt his cock twitch.

“poor baby needs my come?” he punctuated his words with slow, hard thrusts.

you nodded feverishly, tears springing in your eyes again now that you were cresting down from your orgasm’s high. his cock was stretching you wide, and each plunge of his cock in your cunt was painfully slow.

toji wanted to come so bad. hadn’t come in another warm body in years, it felt like, and he furrowed his brows, concentrating on the small swirl in his pelvis as he kept up his thrusts. each one was bringing him closer to the edge and his mouth was letting spill profanities and moans that he’d never heard himself say during sex before.

finally, with one stuttering thrust, toji came in you. well, the condom.

“holy fuck.” he muttered, letting his body weight fall down, mostly braced by his forearms but somewhat still on your body. he could feel your hands coming up, wrapping around his waist and rubbing soothing lines up and down his back. “felt so good.”

he wasn’t one for post-coitus cuddling, but there was something about your warmth, the way you were rubbing your hands on his back and the quiet peacefulness of the night that he didn’t mind it as much. truthfully, he could feel his eyes drooping, and so, to prevent the embarrassment of falling asleep inside of you with a condom on, he mustered his strength and flopped backwards onto the bed.

“so fucking good.” your chest was heaving, and you pried your top off of your body, flinging it across the room as you turned to press yourself against toji. he was just pulling the condom off and tying it off, flinging it into a small trashcan near the bed, when he turned.

he opened one his arms, inviting you in to press your head against his chest. he was looking at you with guarded, though drooping, eyes and made a gesture with his head that made you curl into him. he smiled when he let his head hit the pillow, and before either of you knew it, you’d both fallen asleep under his sheets.

[runnning-outof-time]

Ohh wait awkward meeting ideas I can do this. I've got four 😂😂:

1-He accidentally breaks into her house when drunk and wakes up on her couch after she's accurately knocked him out like in that one tangled scene.

2-20yr old Tommys taken baby Finn to the park to try and catch a lady and he meets reader there but only because Finn runs up to her and tells her Tommy has flowers on his underwear

3-(and I know this maybe a classic trope) but maybe she's Ada's friend and is staying at her house and starts a bath one day and Tommy accidentally walked in thinking his sister started it for him, not realizing someone else is there.

4- I want him to accident hit her with his horse like that one scene with Hans in Frozen😂😂 where the horse accident hits Anna and she falls into a lake!

Ok that's is all, you totally don't need any of those🥰🥰 have a good day! Love your work!!🥰🥰

Thank you so much for sending these in, anon!!! ☺️

I’m in love with all of the scenarios!! They are all awkward in their own right and I giggled reading all of them!! The idea mill is most certainly churning now!!

For anyone who is confused by this, check out this post.

[shinydixon]

I personally headcanon her as an English teacher because I headcanon Eddie as Autistic/ADHD and I think he suffers hard with reading and writing things he's not interested in/hyper-focused on as well as the classic dyslexia which of course an old hag (i assume she's an old hag lmao) O'Donnel would not see for what it was and simply assume Eddie is a 20yr old man that can't spell and calls him lazy. Most of the subjects studied in English during High School are kind of boring AF unless it happens to be one of your personal interests. So I think that while Eddie is actually an excellent reader (like finished new book that he was excited for in one night so he can talk about it the next day) kind of reader and a superb writer and storyteller. I think he would have to work so Goddamn hard to slog through the subject matter in an English class.

Ooooh I really like your headcanon 🥺 it also makes a lot of sense!

[justdsmp1]

⋆ 𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Pairing(s): Karl Jacobs x Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About: Your Tommy's older sister, his friends used to make fun of you for your appearance but you come back two years later hotter than ever and see someone new.

Word count: 914

I walk up to the door of my younger brothers friends house,Wilbur who I met in 2020 along with everyone else,I haven't seen any of them since then.To be honest a lot of them made fun of me for a bit then just started ignoring me.I knock on the door as Tommy catches up to me.I hear footsteps coming towards the door.The door opens,Wilbur stood there and you make eye contact with him

"Who's this you brought with you Tom?"Wilbur asks the 17yr old.I roll my eyes.Does he seriously not remember me

"Aww come one Wilby,you've got to remember Y/n Simons"I say,sarcasam dripping in your voice.It takes a moment for him to process what I just said

"Wait Y/n Simons,you can't be"Wilbur says,shocked.I look at Tom then back at Wilbur

"Well I mean the last time you saw me I was 18 now I'm about 21"I tell him

"Yeah I guess so,come on in you guys"Wilbur says moving to the side to let us in.

When we made it to the living room,I saw people I hadn't seen since I was 18.Quackity,George,Sapnap,Dream,Tubbo,Ranboo,James,Ash,Niki,Minx and so many others look your way and stare in shock,they immediately recognise you.Then I spot an unknown boy,he had brown fluffy hair and bluey grey eyes.

"Who's that"You heard the brown hair boy ask.

"That's Y/n Simons,Tommy's 20yr old sister"Wilbur says,still shocked of how much she grew up in like the 2 years he hasn't seen her.

"She's beautiful"The brown boy says,his eyes glued to you

You start mingling around and catching up with everyone,then you run into the brown hair boy that you had spotted earlier

"Oh I'm so sorry"I say,hoping I didn't spill my drink on him.

"Oh no,no need to apologise,I wasn't looking where I was going.I'm Karl"He says

"I'm Y/n,Tommy's older sister"I say sticking out my hand,he shakes it

"Wanna get another drink"He asks,somewhat nervously.

"Sure Karl"I smile,walking with him to the kitchen where all the drinks were.

After that party,Karl and I kept in touch as he was heading back for America.I was going to miss him,afterall we became close after the party,just hanging out before he left.We had a lot in common then we thought.I was on Vc with Tommy,George,Wilbur,Karl and Dream just talking about random stuff and lore 

"You can clearly tell...who the attractive sibling is"I say confidently.Dream starts laughing at my boldness

"Its me bitch"I yell to Tommy's room,even though we are on call together.

"We sure can"Wilbur tells us

"Well it's obviously me"Tommy says,in a matter of fact tone

"Uh yeah sure Tommy"George responds

I get a discord messgae from Karl

Your definitely the attractive sibling 

I smile at the message from him.

"What's got you all smiley"Tommy asks,you look up at the camera

"Nothing,just in a good mood"I tell him

Later on that night,I stayed on call with Karl after everyone left.You were just chatting about TV shows.

"Karl,what if I come to America,so we can see each other again"I suggest

"That would be pretty awesome"He says,kinda spaced out

"I'm gonna do it"I say sitting up and heading to my computer

"Wait actual?"Karl asks,confused

"Yep,I'm purchasing tickets right now"I tell him,I look to my phone and see him smiling widely at me.

"Done,see you tomorrow Karl"I tell him,Karl smiles wider then before

"I've got nothing to do,I'll come pick you up"He tells me

"Sound great"I say,we sit in comfortable silence,me slowly drifting off to sleep before my flight later on.Karl was sitting his living room watching the Tv.You wake up at 4am ready for your flight at 5:30.You get ready pack for like a week then head downstairs.Make sure stuff was tidy before leaving my lonely apartment in Brighton.I went down into the garage below the apartments and went to my car and chuck my suitcase in the backseat.

After about a 15 minute drive,I make it the airport where I check in,print my ticket.Then went through security,I pulled the stuff I needed to out before making my way through the metal detecter.I then go into the food court and grab a couple of hash browns from the Mcdonalds near by then head to my gate with 30 minutes to spare.Soon enough they started boarding.

"Have a nice flight Miss.Simons"The attandent says as he scanned my ticket.I walk past and into my seat,which was a window seat.I look at some of the view for about 2 hours then decide to take a nap for a bit.When I awoke,the plane was getting ready to land.It was 4am and Karl was still happy to pick me up.I texted Karl saying I've landed as I exited the plane and went into the main part of the airport,then the entrance.

"Wait Holy shit"I say,taking in the new environment.

"I wonder if he's here yet"I mumbled,I look around the airport,looking for him.I saw him and smiled,he mad eye contact with me and smiled,I start running towards him then jump onto him,he catches me and holds me tight to him.We slowly pull apart from our hug,happy to see each other.Then my phone goes off

"Oh no,it's Tommy"I say,answering the phone

"What's up little bro"I ask the almost 18yr old

"Where are you?"He questions me

"Would you believe me if I said the shops?"I ask

"No,try again,where are you?"He intogates 

"North Carolina"I semi mumbled into the phone but he caught it

"Your in America right now"Tommy exclaims

"Yes Tommy,that's where North Carolina is"I say sarcastically.I continue to talk back and forth between Tommy and I until I hung up.I look at Karl,he then picks me up and hugs me again.I smile again at the gesture when we pull away,he unexpecting kissed me but it felt right,I kissed him back,those small sparks people say happen when you kiss,the person for you.This is perfect 

[yeetusdabussy]

Sorry for anon. But DMC boys plus V receiving blowjob from a shy G/N SO.

NSFW indeed. Let's hear your juice and spice.

( ｰ̀ н ｰ́ ) the boys are grateful.

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┊ !BJ,G/Nreader, shy reader.

┊❁Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero.

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Dante

•Mans is pumped!! He knows you're shy but seeing this side of you gets him going like some 20yr old frat kid. But ofc he'll let you go at your own pace, he's getting head so he's pleased either way.

•He will praise you, telling you how of a good job you're doing, letting you know how good he's feeling. And oh can't forget the gently cheek caresses he gives you.

•THIS MAN IS KISSING YOU AFTER YOU'RE DONE HE DOESN'T CARE!! Real men kiss you after you swallowed a thousand kids and their souls

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" shit, just like that baby. You treat me so well ~." He smirks at your form, his hand on the top of your head. You look up at him through your eyelashes and felt your arousal grow at the way he was staring at you with a shit eating grin. "Heh, your arousal is getting stronger. I can smell it." He teased,

Vergil

•oh jeez you poor soul, you went for the evil twin! He's gonna be gentle..... Maybe..depends on how work went and if dante irritated him enough.

•sometimes he's fucking your throat and beating the back of your throat as a warning that your insides is next and them guts too. Or he's gently guiding your head to his liking until you learn how to do it on your own.

•He's more of the degrading/praise side so he mixes it up for you. He wants you to know how you look sucking his cock but he also wants you to know he loves you as well....while..sucking his cock...

"You're taking me so well, but I'm sure you can do better than that, can't you?~" All you could do was mumble against his cock, sending vibrations to it. He would groan and grip your hair before bucking his hips, "you cheeky little slut, you did that on purpose didn't you?"

Nero

•awe sucking the evil twin son cock huh? Damn shame. You outta be ashamed! But its worth it, especially the way he has his head thrown back, whimpering into broken moans.

•He's shy too! He's gonna praise you and worship the way your mouth works on him. Honestly he rather be going down on you, but if you insist he's not gonna stop you. He's just embarrassed and shy about his noisy ass moans!

•He looks so sweet looking at you with admiration and red cheeks. Shit even the tip of his ears are red.

"Y-you feel so good around me like that, p-please keep going babe." He throws his head back, his hands gripping the sheets, he doesn't wish to grip your head or skin due to the fear of hurting his sweet baby. "i-im so close, please fuck, just a little deeper ~."

BONUS!

V

•He's very pleased! But he does prefer going down on you just like Nero. But the way he feels your mouth work him has him a complete mess.

•Nothing but soft praises and gentle touches. He wants you to feel comfortable and completely safe in his care. He gives you such a loving expression as you work your magic

•the sounds that come out his mouth will have you crumbling beneath him. Even like this he still has soft Dom energy ∠( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° 」∠ )_

"My love, you know you- fuck, you know you don't have to." He let's out a soft hiss and bites his bottom lip before running his fingers through his hair. "Your mouth feels so heavenly around me like this."

[babyjakes]

wantin' this all day. [blurb.]

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summary | after a long day of studying, chris decides it’s time for you to take a break and unwind, and there couldn’t be a better place to do that than right in his arms.

pairing | boyfriend!chris x college student!reader

warnings | none? school stress, that’s it. very sweet, very soft, age gap kinda

word count | 630

requested by @caramelunicorns | Hi! I saw you’re taking requests and was wondering if you could do a soft makeout/cuddle session one with Chris x girlfriend!reader? A younger reader (19-20s maybe, whtvr you’re more comfortable with)? Thanks in advance! :)

an | hi thank you so so much for this request! i’m so sorry about taking so long to finish it, but i hope you enjoy <3 this kind of also turned into a comfort from school thing? idk. i thought a 19-20yr old reader might be doing some college :-) (god knows i am and it is truly the worst lol). it’s just a short, sweet little thing, but i really love it! so soft :’-) soft chris is my absolute fav.

“Com’ere, sweetheart,” Chris calls from the couch across the room as you flip aimlessly through the pages of your textbook, pulling slightly on your hair in frustration. You’ve been studying for the past several hours for a test coming up in a few days and at this point, you really feel like just dumping your book in the trash and dropping out of school for good. All the while your loving boyfriend has been in the room with you, keeping his distance but also keeping an eye on you, wanting to make sure you don’t overwork yourself.

“Sorry, I can’t,” you shake your head, wishing more than anything that you could just forget about the stupid content altogether and go cuddle up with Chris.

“Come on, y/n,” he reasons seriously, his voice dripping with concern. “You’ve been at it since lunch, and even then I could barely tear you away for a meal break. You’ve done enough for today; and I miss holding you.”

You sigh, your brain not even processing the words that are coming in through your eyes anymore. Finally caving in, you close your textbook roughly, pushing your chair back from the table and letting out an exhausted huff. “Fine,” you agree. “I don’t think I can read another sentence without having a total meltdown.” Rising to your feet, you make your way over to the couch where Chris is waiting for you with a wide smile and open arms.

“Com’ere, bubba,” he coaxes as you climb up beside him on the soft cushion, his arms immediately wrapping around you and drawing you closer to his large frame. Your legs come up across his and he pulls you onto his lap with ease, your own arms wrapping around his neck as he cradles your back gently, one of his hands coming up and brushing your hair back from your cheek. “There’s my pretty girl,” he coos softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you, too,” you admit shyly as heat rises through your cheeks, “been wantin’ this all day.” He looks softly into your eyes, his gaze holding an abundance of warmth and affection as he nods, clearly having been thinking the same thing. “I have no idea how the test is gonna go,” you tell him anxiously.

“Hey, that’s okay. How about we forget about the test for a little while, hmm? Just take some time together to relax,” he suggests, and you nod, appreciating his help in keeping you from working yourself up too much about your schoolwork.

“Okay,” you agree, doing your best to ease up as he holds you closely to him. Noticing that you’re struggling to do so, he continues to rub his thumb over your cheek, giving you another kiss on your nose as you do your best to let go of all your built-up anxiety and frustration.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You can relax; it’s okay,” he murmurs, trying his best to help you unwind. “There you go, that’s it,” he soothes as he feels your muscles finally starting to soften against his arms, his hand shifting from rubbing your cheek to stroking through your hair. “I’ve got you, doll. You can spend the whole night with me, right here, just like this. How does that sound?” he offers, already knowing the answer as you lean slightly against his chest, breathing in his safe, familiar scent.

“Promise?” you ask shyly, loving the way his strong arms feel around you as they hold you tight, almost in a protective way.

“Promise,” he confirms, his lips coming back down again, this time meeting with yours. Slowly, sweetly, he kisses you, the warmth of his mouth and his breath leaving tingles on your skin and butterflies in your stomach.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

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hi, I’m Trix (20yrs old|black), and this is my writing blog where I post imagines and the such.

about: character imagines/x readers/headcanons (here’s my masterlist; I’d recommend searching through it over my selected tags bcs tumblr’s tagging system is ass and won’t actually show every post tagged under a specific tag)

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terfs, misogynists, & pedophiles

one more time, y’all

me: Trixie

20yrs of age

black; as in brown skinned

18+ only on posts labeled “18+”; minors dni with those (I’ll just block you)

ALSO FREE PALESTINE

I don’t care about how you might want to argue with me about this, I don’t support genocide and I just want to make my stance on that clear. (Unfollow me if you want, you won’t be missed.)

Once I gather all my links together I’ll be putting resources and information on Israel’s occupation of Palestine and ways to help right here.

To learn about Palestine and the ongoing conflict there: thepalestineacademy.com

USCPR’s toolkit for calls (what you do - in the US - to call for a ceasefire & the end of the US’s support of Israel)

Make sure to state your name and address (& at the very least your zip code when calling) so that your call/voicemail/email is recorded by your local representative.

Here’s global protest information to look into if you are able to physically attend a rally.

Boycott! Boycott! Boycott! Boycott! (We have spending power let’s put it to good use.)

Siemens, Puma, Garrefour, Ahava, Sodastream, HP, and AXA (a multinational insurance company based in France that provides its services throughout the West) all support Israel. x x

This post gives a lot of info.

Also, protest tips to keep yourself safe out there because the right to free speech in America is a joke. If you can, look into faraday bags (or alternatively tinfoil) to combat the police tracking your cell (but, really, just try not to bring your phone at all). Look into temporary burner phones (that you can discard), and in order to better combat facial recognition wear goggles as well as a mask.

[via: comicsareforkids]

THERE IS NO BLACK LIBERATION WITHOUT PALESTINIAN SOLIDARITY (and FYI Black Palestinian Lives Matter too)

[solesommerso]

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Sibling Street au! - requests open

- Street has a little sister Sydney that’s in need of some help, can him and Chris do that for her?

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Chef Street/Tan au! - requests open

- Streets a top tier chef that works day & night, but what happens when the restaurant he works at becomes part of a s.w.a.t case and he ends up meeting officer victor tan, and maybe falling too?

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Criminal Street au!- requests open ❦

- Hondo arrests a 20yr old Street and they somehow bond over time, but what happens when Hondo and the team find out what Streets doing for work?

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Killer Stris au!- requests open ❦

- after Street & Chris start to date in early 2, by season 3 there’s a change in command that warrants the s.w.a.t rules changing to no longer allow in workplace relationships, resulting in Street and Chris’s termination. Things go dark for the couple when they start to seek revenge on those who had part in their firing

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Parent Street/Alfaro au!- requests open

- there’s the obvious reasons Street and Alfaro knew each other before Alfaro started at swat, but what about the not so obvious reasons? Like they’re ten year old adopted daughter Violet.

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Spider-man Street au! - requests open ❦

- Street might be hiding something from the team when he first starts off, but what happens when a fight brings everything to the surface?

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Pets Paradise au! - request open ❦

- dark!reader kidnapping 20 squad, still keeping them fed, bathed, hydrated, still in tip top shape, the only catch is that each day they’re to be used as readers personal pets

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Psychic Street au! - requests open ❦

- it started as migraines but no matter the amount of doctors Street sees, they can’t find anything wrong, so what happens when he starts having visions and the team finds out?

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Sunshine Street au! - requests open ❦

- established reader x poly 20!squad (minus Street) that live at a lake house just out of the city, they soon fall for the barista at the closest cafe that has a ‘sunshine in a bottle’ type of personality none of the members can resist, and they get more than they bargained for

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Mending au! - requests open

[maddie buckley/sarah reese]

- Sarah moves to California after the mess with her father, meanwhile Maddie’s finally leaving Doug for good. They meet one another not too long after moving, becoming fast friends over their shared experiences in the medical field and soon they start a journey of healing together and eventually become more than just friends

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Werewolf Zoe & Street au! - requests open ❦

- Zoe can smell it the second she walks into the room, her ears perk at the sound of each persons heart beat, all steady and rhythmic, but one of them is a wolfs like her. She can’t be thinking about this all in the midst of a case, her first real one on swat too, but the scent is strong and pulling her towards it. Almost like it’s calling her, saying that whoever it is can smell her too, knows she’s a wolf.

♡ moodboard/fic (part 1) ♡ an alpha red (part 2) ♡

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Slow Fall au! - requests open ❦

[sarah reese/noah sexton/mouse]

- sarah, noah & mouse rent out an apartment near the beach together, what could possibly go wrong?

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Blacklit Paradise au! - requests open ❦

[sarah reese/ava bekker, sarah reese & jay halstead]

- “You look stunning.” A grin gets sent Sarah’s way once she approaches her awaiting partner, anxiety sitting painfully in her stomach as she takes Ava in. Her dress is much more modest than Sarah’s is, gold jewelry laid over her neck to match the clip she has holding her short hair back, her makeup is light and shines under the overhead lights. She looks like any normal bride, happy and excited about her marriage, not like she drugged Sarah to get her here and like the chains still clanking at her ankles weren’t put there by Ava herself.

♡ vows (part 1) ♡ cold (part 2) ♡ aftermath moodboard/fic ♡

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♡ rules stated at the beginning of this post apply to oc’s as well as my general rules ♡

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Cameron [Cam] Torres - requests open

- age ; 25 | height ; 5’10 (he’ll say he’s 6’) | pronouns ; he/him | sexuality ; bisexual king

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[imayanderesimp]

Reader is 20yrs old in this

Hawks: hey endeavor how would you feel if I had say fucked your daughter

Endeavor: I'd kill you Hawks then serve you up as fried chicken

Hawks: Ha! nice joke endeavor

Endeavor:

Hawks: oh you weren't okay....

Hawks:hey dabi don't tell your family but I may have fucked reader

Dabi: alright I 'won't' tell my family

Dinner time 🍚

Dabi: so.. Reader and Hawks fucked

Endeavor: OH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Fuyumi:called it shoto, natsou give me my money

Rei: soo Hawks..

Hawks: Mrs. Todoroki...

Rei: are you sure you can't be cooked into chicken

Dabi:

Reader:

After dinner 🛏

Rei: so you wanna tell how you got in bed with Hawks

Reader: dabi it's his fault

Endeavor: I don't give a fuck anymore

Platonic yandere todoroki fam belongs to - @i-cant-sing

[iambilliejeanok]

This is random but when you describe the reader’s nipples as brown in that rock lee breakfast fic I mentally CHEERED 🎉 far too often I’ve been taken totally out of a reader insert scene bc my nipples aren’t pink XD more rep for brown nipped bitches out there !! 🙌🙌

It’s crazy. The first time time I ever read any kind of fan fic ft black reader was when I was 20yrs old. Im currently 21😕 so my readers are always black because I know how important it is to read fiction and be able to actually relate to the character you’re reading about!

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My fav boys atm?*ೃ༄◞♡ ⃗ Inumaki Toji, Itadori Yuji, Nanami Kento, Megumi Fushiguro, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio

My favorite tropes/genres?*ೃ༄◞♡ ⃗ Slice of life, Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, best friends to lovers, monster!reader, special-skill!reader, vampire love interest- or any monster tbh haha, wife and husband

I love writing love one shots with complicated plots, if you don't like, avert you eyes! ٩(˘◡˘)۶

I am interested in writing NSFW pieces, but I have been disabled by Tumblr before, so for the time being, bare with me!

I take requests, but I can't promise I'll do every request I get!