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werewolfnarrative · 3 months ago

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EXCLUSIVE TREATMENT

M!Sylus and F!Reader. "Goodcat Code" inspired;

GENRE: smut, a little bit of plot;

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT, kissing, teasing (Sylus has a sensible body), boob and nipple sucking, oral (M!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC ARE CONSENTING ADULTS. PROCEED CAREFULLY AND DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RECREATE THESE SITUATIONS IN REAL LIFE.

You were greeted with the eternal night of the N109 Zone. The plane had just landed and you were now in the airport waiting to be picked up. A new Protocore auction was about to happen, and Jenna was confident in your skills to navigate the area.

Luke and Kieran were meant to pick you up at the south entrance and take you to Onychinus' base. When you leave the big glass doors there is no soul or vehicle around. You double check the messages. Nothing.

Your cellphone rings. "Hey, hold on tight!" The voice of the twins echoed through the dark. "There has been a... problem but we are on our way." Just as the audio ends, a fancy black car shows up in your field of vision.

"What happened? Is it related to Sylus?" You ask as they help you put your luggage in the trunk. "Ah, good night." You quickly add. They look at each other, a very noticeable nervousness in the air. "Of course not, he's fine."

Sylus was not, in fact, fine. He had woken up this morning (night) feeling dizzy, even though he never got sick. There were important preparations to be made in regards to the Protocore auction, so he just send Luke and Kieran take care of them so he woudn't have to expose himself so much. And the worst part of it is that you would be arriving in a few hours.

He locked himself in his study and told the staff to not be bothered. The cook and cleaning were dispensed for the day. The only way he would even interact with the world outside is through the twins, and they were running left and right to make everything perfect.

"He's fine." Kieran confirmed.

The house was bathed in shadows and eerily silent when the three of you arrived. No one commented on it, nor the absence of the host. Your luggage was delivered to the guest room (the one closest to Sylus' own bedroom was always used by you when you visited. Some of your plushies from Linkon decorated the walls) and then you were alone.

"Hi, Sylus. Are you home?" You try to call him. No one picks up, so you leave a voicemail. "I arrived safely, and so did the twins. Thank you for picking me up." A few minutes go by until a hoarse voice reaches your ears. "I'm glad you're here."

What was that? He never used words like that, and there was something wrong with his voice. You begin to search around the house on your own, since Luke would always give avoidant answers and his twin was out for the preparations. There were no lights under the door to his bedroom.

The door opens silently and you come in. You think about turning on the lights, but that would reveal your position to the one downstairs. The search was going smoothly, even in darkness, until you see two glowing red dots at the top of his bed.

"Got lost, sweetie?" The tall figure got up and began approaching you. "Why are you in the dark, you crazy? It's bad for your eyes." He lets out an amused chuckle. "I couldn't find you anywhere so I began searching."

"Worried about me?" He whispers. Even then, you can still hear a different timbre to his voice. You paw at the walls, trying to find the light switch. A strong white light fills the room, and both of you groan at the sudden luminosity.

You let out an "ouch" when you open your eyes for the first time. The sight before you is surely a trick of the light. When you look at this angle, it almost looks like Sylus is sporting cat ears and a tail. His eyes are still closed and he is standing completely still, wich gives you enough time to absorb his features.

The (very real) ears twitch, and the tail moves languidly behind. There are slight eyebags under his eyes and his posture is a little... sad? "What the hell happened to you?" He winces. "Remember our little Kitty Cards game last night, kitten? There is a strange Evol affecting me and I think they are related."

"I guess you are the kitten now, Sylus." You spat back at him. "Is it temporary?" He nods and moves to turn of the light switch. You stand in front of it, stopping him in his tracks.

One look at his face is all it takes to see he is not happy. In fact, tired is the word that explains it better. "If you want to stay, stay. I'm going to bed." He unceremoniously turns around and plops onto the mattress, face down.

"Are you going to stay here all day?" "I can't exactly leave until I get back to normal. Feel free to do whatever you want in the meantime." You're pretty sure he was talking about the black credit card, or exploring the base, but you immediately lay down on the bed beside him. His ears twitch in interest and he puts his tail on top of you.

"Whatever I want?" He shifts on the bed to look at you. "Does my kitten have something in mind?" You giggle and reach for his white fur, meeting no resistance. He grumbles when you run your fingertips across his hair and then his ears.

You start going lower, cradling his face in both of your hands. He is sitting up now, also wrapping his arms around you to secure your body in place. He nibbles every patch of skin he can reach as you continue your journey, caressing his neck and then finding purchase on his shoulders. You bite him a little more strongly and he moans.

"If you're touching me like this, does this means I can touch you too?" You nod and your mouths meet halfway. Both of you alternate between kisses to squeezing and groping. There is a blush on his face as you feel run your hands through his pecks and stomach. His hand moves to your breasts and begins teasing your hard peaks.

"I tought you said you were going to bed?" You tease. He turns your body around quickly, standing up as you are pushed down to the matress. You are now under Sylus as he kisses you fervently and purrs against your skin. "My kitten is very bold today. I am going to bed, just not alone."

Sylus makes a show of taking of his thin shirt, the upper part of his body leaving nothing to imagination. You can see his bulge protruding from his pants and your stomach pools with desire. He guides your hand to his ears and tail again, and whimpers when you give the sensitive skin a soft pinch.

"Take them off." You begin undressing your many layers, still in your travel outfit. Sylus hums in satisfaction and begins licking your tits as soon as they are in view. You forget completely of your pants while he makes you shiver in his grasp, sucking the nubs until they are swollen.

"I-I want -" He begins, but stops midway. His feline ears droop down. "Tell me what you want." You reply, remembering all the times he said the same thing to you, in this same bedroom. Sylus guides your head to his strained pants, and you understand.

His tip is angry red when you pull his waistbands off. Precum is already gathering at the tip, and you prepare your mouth for what's to come. Sylus seems to be more desperate today, since he is moaning and telling you to hurry up. "Want to be inside your pretty mouth."

You begin sucking and playing with the tip. That is already enough to have his hips bucking into the air as you continue your descend. "Calm down love, I'll get there." During all of your relationship, you had never seen Sylus like this. Was the cat Evol affecting him so badly?

"Please let me come inside your mouth. Let me -" He stops again, clearly embarassed. His flush now spread to his shoulders and his chest. "Let me what, darling?" The pet name, along with you sucking his shame out through his dick makes him a little less bashfull.

"Want to breed." He declares like it's his most precious secret. "Want to make you full of my litter." During these times, you were sure Sylus had a breeding kink, even if he refused to talk about it if not in moments like this.

Even then, he continues guiding your head to deepthroat his dick, gasping loudly when you suck. "I won't last long, kitten I -" You produce a loud slurping sound and run your tongue all across his lenght.

He explodes in your mouth with a loud groan.

You wait a few seconds for him to open his eyes, his release still in your mouth. You swallow and see something flash behind his eyes. Just like earlier, you are wrestled to be under him, cock still hard and teasing your folds.

"Do you have any idea of what you do to me?" Sylus teases your entrance while playing with your clit. "How hard it was not to pounce on you the moment you came through that door? I tought about you all day." He mumbles, more to himself than to anyone else, and continues his job to make his cock fit inside.

You feel the telltale strech as he makes his way through your walls. Both your and Sylus' moans fill the room, eyes shut to absorb the pleasure. "Look at me. Want to see you." He demands. After a few more tries, he finally bottoms out.

"Why didn't you respond to my texts? My calls?" His ears droop, but his tail wraps as strongly as possible onto your leg while he nuzzles your chest. "I tought being away from you would be easier. It wasn't."

He begins to move and all your anger dissipates.

Sylus' slender fingers resume his ministrations to your bundle of nerves while his shaft touches all your sensitive spots inside. "So good don't stop!" You scream against his mouth before he kisses you urgently. The bed is shaking with the impact of your bodies. "Ne-next time something like this happens, call me earlier."

He laughs. "My kitten is enjoying the treatment, huh?" There are no toughts in your head while Sylus slams into you. You grind against him, meeting his cock halfway. He whimpers, stopping abruptly to stave off his orgasm. Your release is also approaching quicker than expected.

"If you keep doind this, I won't last long." There is sweat on his forehead and a few wild strands of hair fall atop his eyes. You gently brush them back with your fingers. "I tought you said you wanted to fill me with your litter? Is the fearsome Onychinus leader going back on his word?"

Big mistake.

The rhytm he sets after that is punishing, both to your pussy and your clit. You scream at the sudden pace. Sylus' face is scrunched as he mutters "fuck, fuck, fuck" under his breath. He won't last long indeed. There is one last thing you need to do, tough.

"Sy-Sylus?" You ask. He quirks his eyebrows as if they said "yes?" and you approach his human ear. "I love you."

The reaction is instantaneous. You feel his release fill up your insides, and the last movements Sylus did on your clit were enough to send you over the edge. There was so much of it... cum was starting to run down your tighs as he hugged you flush against his body.

"Are you okay?" Even after your breathing went back to normal, Sylus still looked somewhat feverish. He pushed you down on the now stained covers. "Stay with me."

"Of course. I won't leave until you get better." Sylus did not seem satisfied, based on the flicker of his tail. "I want you to stay forever, even after I go back to normal." It was not the first time he made that request, but it never had such raw vulnerability before.

You would never abandon your life in Linkon. Both you and Sylus knew that. Even so, at that moment, the rest of the world seemed so far away. It woudn't hurt to stay for a while, would it?

"I am never going to be able to look at boss again." Kieran had come back from his chores a few minutes ago, and the sounds coming from the master bedroom were unmistakeable. Luke, already knowing of the activities, was blasting loud music through his headphones.

"At least you won't have to run around doing things anymore." The twin responded. "Until he goes back to normal, anyway."

Looking through the multiple drawers, Kieran grabs another set of headphones. He finds a very long trash metal playlist. Good enough. "I won a break at work, but will surely need a terapy session after this."

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aurorawritestoescape · 7 months ago

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BAD BLOOD part 6

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: a month after Joel exposed your relationship with Tommy, the Miller brothers pay you a visit and your feelings come to the surface.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, angst, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), dark!Joel, soft!Tommy with darkish vibes, edging, mfm, unprotected DVP, f!oral, ass slapping(2), handjob, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum eating, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, fingering, swearing. Joel can pick up reader. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions.

Word count: 8,2k

A/n: this is the final part of the main story so I’m very emotional about it. I love these menaces. There’s going to be an epilogue and I’ll probably do some extra stories for them bc I can’t see myself letting them go🥹 dedicating this part to my everything @milla-frenchy ❤️ Thank you for being with me every step of the way! Your support, your help, your love for the characters (mainly Joel *coughs*slut) mean the world to me. Love you sm, baby!!💖🫂😘 big hug to @romanarose for answering my dorm-related questions!🫂 I’m grateful to everyone who’s read the series, liked, commented, rb-ed, sent asks about it. I’ve been overwhelmed with your love and I’m sending you some back💕Love you all!!❤️ Hope you’ll like this part! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Part 5 || SERIES MASTERLIST II Tommy’s Visit MASTERLIST

“I’m off, babe!” your roommate Mel says when you meet her at the dorm on the way to your room. She’s carrying a big sports bag, ready to drive to her parents’ house for the weekend.

“Oh! Your dad’s here. He’s in our room,” she nods in the direction of your suit and adds with a playful smile, “he’s hot!”

You furrow your brows, blinking at her with confusion.

“Dad? But.. He lives in Europe.”

“Ehm…Maybe it’s your stepdad then? He said he was your daddy.”

‘Daddy’. Your jaw drops and your heart plummets into your stomach.

“You ok?” Mel places her hand on your shoulder, with a worried expression. “You look… shook.”

“No, I’m fine… just surprised.”

You wave her goodbye with a strained smile and your weak legs carry you to your dorm room.

Your mind is racing and every step seems to last an eternity. You can’t believe he’s here. A mixture of guilt, fear and excitement fills your chest. What are you going to tell him?

You haven’t talked to Tommy in more than a month, scared to face him, to admit that you had ruined his life because of your desire. You hoped that he realized that Joel was the real villain of the story but you couldn’t deny that all that mess had started with you. After that horrible day, your mom flooded your phone with hateful messages, calling you a slut, a whore and a homewrecker. You didn’t pick up her calls which were rare. Apparently she didn’t want to hear your voice, just like you didn’t want to hear hers. Indifference filled your heart. You had already hated her for years, your relationship ruined long before you slept with her husband.

And Tommy…You couldn’t bear to hear him breaking up whatever thing you two had so you just blocked him. His hate would be too much for you. You had never felt anything like that before and you wanted to save those moments together untainted by his resentment.

You did the same with Joel’s number. But you pressed ‘block caller’ only after you phoned him and cursed the fucker out. How did he dare to drop a nuclear bomb on your life like that? Deep in your heart you knew that he had overplayed you in your own game and your pride was hurt. What made matters worse was your sickening yet undeniable desire for the bastard.

When you come up to your room, you see that the door is slightly ajar. He really is here. After taking a deep breath, you step into the room and find Tommy, sitting on your bed, elbows planted on his knees, your exercise book in his hands. He’s wearing a black shirt with a white tank top underneath and a pair of dark jeans. Your pussy tingles just from a sight of him, his big body, soft curls, but you drive away these thoughts, trying to concentrate on the goal that you set on the way here - to get him back.

Your stepdad raises his eyes to you. Is it a trace of smile on his lips? What if he doesn’t hate you after all? A slither of hope gives you much needed courage and you take a few steps towards him.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

Your voice is small and shaky and you hate it but it’s stupid to deny your overwhelming feelings for him.

Tommy gives you a little smile and throws your book back on your desk, next to your bed.

“I wanted to see you. We need to talk.”

“Yes, daddy,” you agree, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes at your stepdad.

“I didn’t think you’d call me that after blocking me.”

“I’m sorry, but… I was scared. I thought you hated me. But it’s not my fault. I had feelings for you and Joel used it. He ruined your life. I’d never do it.”

Tommy drops his head, rubbing his hands, and hums. You start seeing red as soon as your step uncle's name leaves your lips and your anger spills out.

“That fucker secretly took the photo and sent it to our fucking family chat?! Who the fuck does that? Is he insane?”

Tommy looks up at you and then his gaze slides to the side, somewhere behind you, before he says,

“You can ask him yourself, sweetheart.”

For a second time your heart jumps in your chest, when a pair of strong arms grabs you from behind and you sense a broad chest pressed tightly to your back. Startled, you are about to scream, but a huge hand claps over your mouth.

“Surprise, angel,” Joel gruffs in your ear while his arm squeezes your waist. You thrust and shake but all your attempts to break free are fruitless against his strength.

“Keep wriggling, baby, I love feeling your ass, grinding against my dick.”

He hums and pushes his hips into you. You sense his huge bulge and your pussy tingles when you remember what he can do with this cock. Joel’s scent envelops you just like his body and you gush. Yet your hatred for the man overpowers your desire and you keep thrashing in his steel embrace. Your nostrils flare, and searching for help, your pleading eyes dart to Tommy.

To your surprise your stepdad doesn’t rush to help you— he sits up straighter and spreads his thighs wider, while his darkening eyes are sliding up and down your bound body, powerless in Joel’s arms.

You whine, realizing that he’s enjoying it, the view is turning him on. You’re getting worked up as well, feeling yourself small and helpless, fully at the mercy of the two men.

Joel’s arm, wrapped over your arms and under your chest, pushes your breasts up and they almost spill out of your neckline. You can feel your step uncle’s breath on your cleavage, and he’s groaning, probably enjoying the view of your tits. A new surge of arousal makes you press your thighs together. Are they gonna fuck you in your dorm room like it’s some raunchy porn? You really hope so.

Not being able to hide your desire any longer, you make a loud moan, muffled by the hand covering your mouth, but it still electrifies the air in the room, and both men grunt.

As much as you love Joel’s strong back and huge bulge pressed against you, scorching anger rises from the pits of your stomach again, and you try to push him off yourself. Tommy’s watching your weak attempts for a few seconds before taking pity on you.

“Let her talk, Joel.”

The older brother puts his hand away and you exclaim, wriggling in Joel’s arms, trying to break free.

“Let go of me, perv!”

"You had this perv's cock in your mouth and your ass not so long ago," he reminds you, not easing his grip.

"I'm not fucking proud!"

"You should be, angel. You took it like a champ both times."

He emphasizes his words with a thrust of his hips and you growl, trying to hide your arousal.

“Daddy, what the fuck? Why’s he here? Why didn’t you tell him to fuck off?”

Joel tightens his python-like embrace and gruffs in your ear,

“Blood is thicker than water, angel. But you and your “mummy didn’t let me host a party and now Ima fuck her husband” will never understand that.”

“It’s not…you know nothing about me, you asshole.” Your voice strains as the rage suddenly mixes with deep sadness. Trying not to burst into tears you grit your teeth as you explain,

“She ruined my whole life, drove my dad away. She cheated on him and now he’s not even talking to me, just sends money for college. It’s all because of that slut.”

Tommy drops his head and you know that he's feeling sorry for you right now. Your pride pangs but a ray of hope dries your upcoming tears - he cares, he still cares about you.

Joel on the other hand is not sympathetic in the slightest, commenting with a chuckle, "Damn, angel, you're a textbook example of daddy issues.

Not saying we ain't happy, right, brother?" He looks at Tommy and adds, "it got our dicks wet."

You begin thrashing harder and exclaim, “Fuck you!”

“Yeah, you will.”

“Let go of her, Joel,” Tommy commands, steel in his voice, and to your surprise, Joel follows his brother's order immediately.

You hurry away from your step uncle and stand closer to Tommy.

Your eyes dart between the men, as you’re fixing your bunched up clothes, panting heavily after trying to get free.

Joel grabs your chair, plops down and places his booted foot on the edge of your desk with a thud.

You’re glaring at him, trying to convey all disgust and hatred for the man with your expression, but Tommy sighs and your gaze darts to him.

“Daddy,” you whisper, taking a shy step in his direction.

His eyes freeze your heart. He looks serious, too serious for your liking.

Tommy leans on his knees again and starts talking, eyes moving between you and Joel.

“Joel is an asshole, sweetheart, you’re right. But what’s new? I’ve known him all my life and I understand what he’s capable of. Yes, he ruined my marriage but to be honest…I’m glad.”

Your jaw drops as you’re staring at your stepdad, and he continues,

“Life with Jess was suffocating me. I thought I needed to settle down, to start a family but I was wrong. I was happy in Austin. And she…fuck,” he shakes his head with a sigh, “She’s a lot. You’re the best person to know it.”

His eyes set on you and you see a genuine regret and sadness in them. You want to reach for him, hug him, kiss him but he needs you to listen. So you listen.

“In an absolutely horrible way, yes, but Joel helped me to get out of it. I’m gonna lose a lot of money in the settlement but it’s just money.”

“Shoulda got a prenup like I told you,” Joel mumbles.

The longer Tommy speaks, the more you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“Wait! So now he’s your savior, huh? He manipulates you, Tommy! He says what you want to hear and then stabs you in the back!”

“Baby, the only thing I did behind your back is come in your ass,” Joel smirks and then points his thick finger at you, “And not you talking about fuckin’ loyalty! We had a deal but you weren’t gonna do shit with that recording! I saw your fuckin’ heart eyes. You’d never do it to your precious daddy so I had to do it my way. And it needed to be done!”

You narrow your eyes and clench your fists, barely holding yourself from hitting the man, as you exclaim,

“You sent the pic of me fucking my stepdad to my family group chat, you fucker! My nana’s there! She almost died after seeing that photo!

All you get from your step uncle is another bark of a laugh.

“Who gives a shit? She’s ancient.”

“You motherfuckin’…” you’re about to launch at the men but Tommy rushes up and steps between you and his older brother.

“Stop!” His hands are on your shoulders, his eyes kind and warm. “Calm down, sweetheart. Please.”

You take a deep breath and inch closer to him and Tommy doesn't push you away. He hugs you, pulling you closer to him, and rubs your back with his big hands. You immediately melt in his warm embrace with your cheek pressed to his chest, your arms wrapped around his waist. You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut, fighting back tears as a mix of strong emotions- hate, love, desire, rage, fills your heart and you take a deep breath, wishing to find comfort and peace in your stepdad's arms.

You open your eyes and see Joel watching you two, his gaze piercing, expression pensive. You’d give a lot to know what he’s thinking about at the moment. Probably scheming again.

You turn your face away from him and press your cheek to Tommy’s chest.

Suddenly he pulls away and looks down at you, head tilted.

“You hurt me, baby. I needed you, and you left. Even blocked my number.”

You swallow loudly, shifting on your feet, as fear is rising in your chest again. With your eyes downcast, you mumble, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you really?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Are you willing to show us how sorry you are?” He sits back on the bed, manspreading, his gaze dark, intense.

“To you? Yes. But not to him!”

“Sweetheart.” His warning tone binds your pride and you stop fighting what you really want. What your pussy wants.

“Ok, daddy.”

A corner of Tommy’s mouth curves up a little and he says,

“Good girl. Take your clothes off.”

Joel groans and slightly shifts in his chair, making it squeak. You glance at him but your eyes return to Tommy.

You start discarding your clothes piece by piece, gaze locked with your stepdad and he drinks in every exposed part of your body. Your panties fall on the floor last and you step out of them.

Now you’re standing in your dorm room completely naked in a company of the two fully clothed older men. You’re already dripping, the wetness between your thighs is evident just to you for now but you desperately wish for them to discover it.

“We’ve talked enough about Joel. Let’s talk about you, babygirl.”

You feel your stomach twist, nervous about what he might say.

"Have you fucked anyone since you left?" Tommy asks, his expression serious.

"No."

Your stepdad's eyes are darting between yours, searching for any sign of you lying.

"Has anyone fucked you?"

You hate that he doesn't trust you but it's hard to blame him —he knows better than anyone how thirsty you're.

"No, daddy. I promise. I've... only been making myself come, thinking of you. All this time.”

You bite your lower lip and purr, "been imagining you fucking me. Your kisses. Your hands on me. Your cock in my mouth."

Tommy's chest expands and he squirms on the bed. You clasp your hands in front yourself and drop your head down, telling him the truth,

"I've missed you. Still miss you."

"Aww, how sweet," Joel mocks you with a laugh.

Tommy frowns at him and you shoot a fiery glance at the older brother for ruining the moment.

“What about your favourite uncle, angel? Have you fantasized about me?”

"No," you reply without hesitation through the gritted teeth.

"Don't lie," Tommy commands, his tone cold and demanding.

You avert your gaze from them both and look in front of yourself.

"Yes," you admit as your voice is barely audible,

"yes, I did."

Joel's smug grin is noticeable even from your peripheral vision.

"What was it about? Your fantasies?” Tommy asks.

"You both fucking my pussy."

"Damn, angel," Joel groans, palming himself.

“I know my pussy is off limits to Joel. I’m sorry for thinking about it, daddy.”

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re allowed to imagine whatever you want.”

You inch closer to Tommy and his eyes slide down from your face to your breasts and then to your wet pussy.

Your stepdad licks his lower lip and a memory of him making you come on his tongue in the darkness of your bedroom overflows the glass of your desire and you kneel slowly between his legs.

“Sweetheart,” Tommy breathes out in surprise but spreads his legs wider for you.

“She remembers well where she belongs,” Joel comments as you feel his hungry gaze on your naked back and ass.

You place your palms on Tommy’s jean-clad thighs and sit on your heels, batting your lashes, before you lower your head to his crotch. You press your cheek to his huge warm bulge and whisper, “let me suck your cock, daddy. I want to apologize.”

Tommy takes a sharp breath and Joel whistles. You feel cold air on your naked pussy and squeeze your thighs together to relieve the ache in your needy center.

Then you nuzzle the stiff lump under his jeans and rub your nose and cheek over it. It twitches against you and a moan escapes your lips. Tommy bucks his hips against your head but then his hand on your cheek stops you.

“We have something else in mind for you, babygirl. You can’t deny that you deserve a punishment, right?”

You drop your eyes in agreement and Tommy continues.

“Your step uncle promised you something that morning when we ehm… had breakfast together.”

You hear the squeak of your chair and then Joel’s heavy steps. The older brother stands next to you two and you lift your head to look at him.

He’s looming over your body, tall and broad and your pussy throbs harder as your eyes involuntarily slide down from his handsome smug face to his broad chest and then huge bulge.

“Get your ass on the bed so I could eat your slutty pussy.”

You scream internally, keeping a straight face, and ask,

“Are you that bad that it’s considered a punishment?”

Joel shifts his jaw and gruffs,

“Let’s hope I won’t bite your clit off, brat.”

You wince and Tommy curses under his breath. Then he pulls you up from your knees and gets up too. You’re standing between the two men, burning up with desire to be used and Tommy doesn’t help you to calm down, when he starts taking off his shirt, leaving only his white tank top on and exposing his thick muscular arms. When you glance back you notice Joel is doing the same, and you softly moan at the sight of his broad torso in a mesh top.

“Moaning like a whore already,” Joel mocks you, stepping up to you and pressing his body to your back and ass.

You gasp but don’t pull away. His hands on your hips slide up and down, until he brings one palm to your pussy and gives your mound a light slap.

“Joel,” you whimper as it sends a wave of arousal through your body.

“You’ve been a bad girl, sweetheart,” Tommy chides you, stepping in front of you.

“Worse than usual?” You purr, biting your lip.

With Joel’s at your back, Tommy presses his hips to yours, sandwiching you between the two brothers and your pussy cries for them so much that you feel your slick run down your inner thigh.

With Joel’s arms wrapped around your torso, Tommy locks eyes with you and you reach for his lips but he immediately pulls away, takes your hand and leads you to the bed.

He sits down, leaning his back on the headboard and pats the place between his legs.

“Get in here, babygirl.”

You want to sit on your knees but suddenly Joel roughly turns you around and pushes you to plop between Tommys legs.

Your stepdad pulls you to lean against his warm chest before Joel kneels on the floor.

“Oh wow, big bad Joel Miller on his knees for me? Not the first time though,” you gloat and Joel grinds his teeth and roughly pulls your hips to the edge of the bed. You gasp as your head slides down Tommy’s chest and your naked breasts jiggle. Joel’s thick fingers dig into your skin as he throws your legs over his shoulders, and your pussy blooms for him. His dark eyes get obsidian with lust, as he glides his palms up and down your thighs.

“Fuck, ya seeing it, Tommy? She wasn’t lying about not fucking. This pussy is desperate for cock. ‘m afraid I’m gonna choke on all this slick,” he comments, not tearing his eyes from your needy cunt.

“I’ll be ok with this outcome,” you grunt as your clit twitches with anticipation.

Joel looks up at you with a sneer and then leans down to your mound. You hold your breath, expecting him to finally start eating you out but his lips land on your inner thigh instead of your waiting cunt. He kisses your skin there and you squirm in Tommy’s arms as Joel’s facial hair tickles you. He gets lower, peppering kisses along your inner thigh, moving closer to your center and you buck your hips to meet him halfway and to finally shove your pussy in his face, but Joel places his big palm on your lower belly and pushes your back on the bed. You hear Tommy’s voice over your head,

“Don’t move, honey. Promise to be a good girl for us, ok?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out and tilt your head up and to the side to look up at him. He’s giving you a warm smile, its effect spreads warmth deep in your belly, but soon it turns into a scorching fire, when Joel’s lips finally latch onto your aching pussy. You gasp and turn to him and the sight almost makes you come. Joel fucking Miller, your asshole step uncle, a mean, selfish, arrogant prick, is on his knees for you, feasting on your wet cunt, lips smacking, tongue gathering all the wetness between your folds.

Already feeling like you’re in heaven, you moan loudly, not caring who might hear and catch you getting a head from your step uncle, while your stepdad’s hands are kneading your breasts and twitching your hard nipples.

“You love it, sweetheart?” Tommy whispers in your ear, as you’re fluttering your eyes shut with pleasure, when Joel’s skillful tongue flicks your throbbing clit and then he sucks it into his mouth.

“Yes—yes—yes,” you chant, almost tasting the climax on your tongue. But a second away from the explosion, Joel parts from your puffy cunt and presses his wet lips to your inner thigh again, kissing and nibbling on it lightly.

“No, Joel, my pussy,” you desperately whine.

“What is it, angel?”

“Make me come, please.”

“Good start but you can do better,” he mumbles while he’s watching his fingers trace your sopping hole. It’s hot but not enough to push you over the precipice.

You grit your teeth but your pride is quickly drowning in the sticky pit of desire.

“Joel, please, please make me come on your tongue. Please, I need it,” you beg and his smile is triumphant and content.

“I’ll do anything for my little niece.”

His mouth returns to your pussy and he grabs your thighs tighter as his tongue swirls your clit around and then slides down to your leaking hole.

“Fuck,” you hear Tommy curse and you feel his stiff cock under your back, he must be so turned on by this.

The older brother starts fucking you with his hot muscle and your hand slithers down to rub your puffy clit but Tommy grabs your wrists and pulls your hands up to your chest, crosses them and keeps them there with his one strong hand.

“Daddy, I wanna come,” you beg the moment Joel’s mouth leaves your pussy again and again whenever you feel so close to ecstasy.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but bad girls don’t get to come so fast,” Tommy smirks and his fingers tighten around your wrists.

You feel tears well up in your eyes, your breaths heavy, belly and chest heaving and your whole body is vibrating in frustration.

“Joel,” you sob and your step uncle lifts his head, his lips, mustache and beard glistening with your juices.

“I’ll give the candy to you, slut. But only if you tell me why you love your uncle Joel so much.”

“What?”

“You heard me, baby.” Joel’s lips are so close but, at the same time so far from where you need him. You curse and whine, grinding your teeth while anger is taking over you again.

Joel hurries you by planting a feather light kiss on your clit and your whole body jerks from a bolt of pleasure but it quickly dissipates, leaving you desperately needing more.

So you cave in.

"You're hot, Joel."

"Yeah, I know. What else?" your step uncle mumbles, drawing a path from your pussy to your knee with his lips.

Tommy chuckles and you squirm in his embrace, annoyed and frustrated.

"You... you're a good fuck."

"Mmm... don't ya think 'great'?"

"Yes. You're a great fuck, Joel."

"You sound like a horny slut, angel," he grumbles, "Hot and a great fuck. Way to objectify your poor uncle. I need more."

His lips travel back down to your cunt and you raise your hips in search of his caress, but Joel pushes you down and Tommy's free arm wraps around your waist tightly.

“Keep still, sweetheart,” he orders and emotions take over your mind and burst out of your mouth.

“Wanna know what I feel? I fucking hate you, Joel. I see myself in you and I fucking hate that. Because it’s like I’m staring at my own future. Just like you I want someone so much that I grab onto them until I realize that they don’t need me. Not as much as I need them. So I lie and manipulate and make them love me. But sooner or later they will see the real me. See my tiny black heart and they will get disappointed and dump me. And I’ll lie and manipulate more to get them back. And it’s a fucking cycle. I’ll never be loved for who I am. Because who I am doesn’t deserve any love.”

Joel freezes with his face between your legs, his expression pensive and serious. If you didn’t know him you’d say you see a trace of sympathy and sadness in his eyes.

“That’s why I hate you, Joel. And you know what’s funny? It’s that I can’t get you out of my fucking mind.”

You want to puke at how vulnerable you’re feeling, baring your soul and body to him. You turn your pained face to your stepdad and say,

“I can’t stop thinking about both of you. Is it love? It’s hard to understand. I’ve never experienced anything like this. Tommy, you’re fucking perfect and I made you suffer and I hate what I did to your life.”

You burst into sobs and your stepdad grabs you by the arms and manhandles you to get on his lap. Joel gets up and sits on the bed.

Tommy’s holding you close, your cheek pressed to his naked chest, peeking out the tank top, that you’re soaking with your tears.

He’s rubbing your shoulder with his hand and softly says,

“I'm not perfect. I’m a piece of shit. I should’ve never done what I did to you. We shouldn’t have. And it’s my fault for getting you into this mess.”

You throw your hands around his neck and start crying harder, mumbling through sobs and whimpers,

“No, please— don’t say that you regret it— regret us—don’t leave me like everyone else, please, daddy.”

“I won’t, babygirl. I’m sorry for… for everything. I love you. I’ll be there for you. Always.”

His arms tighten around you and he kisses everywhere he can reach — your forehead,

your temple, your nose until you tilt your face up and he finds your lips. He’s gentle with you, and you kiss him back, smearing your tears over his face but none of you cares. You’re caressing each other, drowning in the comfort of the embrace and the kiss.

When you part from him you press your nose into the crease of his neck and breathe in his scent, nestling into his big body. While sobs still crawl up your throat from time to time, Tommy wipes the wetness off your face and covers your naked body with a bedspread.

For a few minutes it’s quiet in the room, and when you calm down, you turn your red eyes to Joel, surprised that he hadn’t said anything assholish yet.

You find him watching you with curiosity and now you’re sure. He’s upset too.

A strange feeling envelops you. You want to hug him, feel the warmth of his body and share yours with him. But it’s not your relationship, not the way you connect. So you narrow your eyes and croak,

“Do you know how creepy you look when you’re staring like this, perv?”

You give him a little smile and notice a corner of his mouth slightly rising too.

“You surprised me, angel. Jus’ one month without a cock and you go completely nuts. Crying and shit. Throwing ‘L-words’ around.”

Now you’re both smiling at each other.

“Fuck off.”

“Ok, she’s back,” he says and slaps your ass over the fabric. “Ya know, your tears are golden, angel. Any man will do whatever you want if you cry like that.”

“It was genuine, asshole,” you snap back but there’s no bite to it. You feel lighter, all the pent up frustration and pain left your body and were wiped away by your stepdad’s warm embrace and Joel’s quiet support.

The only emotion that’s still tormenting you is desire. You squirm in Tommy’s lap and the bedspread falls off your shoulder revealing your naked breasts.

“Do you want us to leave, sweetheart?” Tommy asks and his breath caresses your tits.

“No, no, please, I want— .”

“What do you want?”

“I want you. I want you both.”

You look at your stepdad and notice him and Joel exchange glances.

“I think I owe you something, baby,” Joel gruffs and you turn to him and the shine in his beard reminds you of his lips on your pussy. The thought sets your core ablaze and you turn back to Tommy.

“Daddy?” you purr and the man nods.

“But no playing around this time, Joel,” Tommy warns his brother with a serious tone.

‘Course. Hop on my face, cry baby, I ain’t kneeling again.”

He lies down next to Tommy, shoulder to shoulder, and you almost squeal with excitement, throwing the cover off. Tommy leans back on the bed and you tell Joel to scoot lower.

“Wanna play with daddy’s cock.”

“Jesus, angel, is there anything you can do without daddy’s cock?”

You don’t reply and plant your knees on either side of Joel’s head.

A rush of dominance goes through your body when you see your step uncle in this position.

“Finally I’m gonna shut you up,” you smirk and lower your hips slowly, eager for your pussy to meet his smug grin.

Yet Joel is not the one to give up control easily and his hands grab your thighs and he pulls you onto his face. Having teased you before, now he doesn’t play at all and starts passionately making out with your sopping cunt, drawing gasps and moans out of your mouth. With his mouth open wide he stimulates you with a perfect suction while his tongue swirls your throbbing clit around.

You are reduced to a whimpering mess in a matter of seconds and you go so high and so fast that you need to ground yourself.

“Daddy,” you call.

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

Tommy unzips his jeans, trying not to fall off the bed, and takes out his cock.

It’s throbbing, the head glistening with smeared pre cum, and you spit on your hand and wrap your fingers around it. You give his manhood a few pumps, and Tommy moans, but Joel gets your full attention, when his tongue prods your clenching hole and then pushes inside you as deep as it’ll go. He starts fucking you with it and you ride his face, rhythmically bumping your clit against his prominent nose.

“Daddy, I can’t,” you whine, failing to concentrate on two acts at once.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” Tommy mumbles and his hand wraps around yours and he starts moving them together up and down his stiff shaft. His head is resting against the headboard but his half-lidded eyes are sliding between your pussy, crying into Joel’s mouth, and the unity of your hands, pleasuring his cock.

Your other hand is clenching your step uncle’s hair and your tits bounce as you increase the pace of riding his face.

You almost there when Tommy pulls your hand off his cock, sits up and mumbles, kissing your palm and panting,

“Oughta stop— too good— wanna come in your pussy.”

“Delicious little cunt,” Joel growls and starts rubbing your clit with the flat of his tongue, up and down, up and down, and you cry out his name, as euphoria bursts in your core and spreads like wildfire all over your body. You’re sobbing with pleasure, trembling over your step uncle's face, dripping juices onto his lips and he drinks them, slurping and groaning.

When the climax subsides you move off Joel’s face and Tommy takes you in his arms. The men are still fully clothed, except for their exposed cocks. You look down Joel's body and realize that he has been stroking his huge hard manhood while eating you out and your core reignites.

Tommy searches for your eyes.

“Do you feel better, sweetie?”

You nod with a tired smile and in a moment your lips crash against his and you kiss while his hands are hungrily roaming your sweat-covered body, your fingers running through his curls.

Not parting from your lips, Tommy brings his hand to your pussy and your legs fly apart. You shift in his embrace, now your back flush against his chest, lips still glued to his, and you moan when he slowly inserts two fingers into your hole, avoiding your oversensitive clit.

You sense a movement and open your eyes to see your step uncle get up.

“Mmm, Joel stretched you well with his tongue,” Tommy murmurs against your mouth. “Your pussy probably can take two cocks now.”

You pull away and stare at him.

“Two cocks, daddy? Do you mean..?”

“Two fat dicks, angel.”

Your head darts to Joel while Tommy’s fingers are still massaging you from the inside and the older brother laughs, lighting a cigarette, standing next to the bed,

“We gonna stuff your needy cunt so full, your belly’ll look like ya 4 months pregnant.”

He takes a drag while his free hand is wrapped around his huge hard cock.

Their words are ringing in your ears- ‘two cocks, your pussy.”

Your head snaps back to Tommy as you plead, “Please-please-daddy-yes-I want it. My pussy can take it, please, please.”

Your brows are pulled together and big needy eyes are glossy with desire. Tommy smiles at you with adoration in his warm dark gaze.

“We can try, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, angel. Your cock hunger sometimes surprises even me. And I know what a giant slut you’re.”

You don’t tear your eyes off Tommy as he coos at you while his fingers are playing with your soaked cunt,

“We still should prepare you. You know we are big. Especially now.”

“Now?”

“Look at you, my beautiful girl. Our cocks are throbbing hard just because of you.”

He leans lower and his lips brush your ear.

“I barely hold myself from taking you right now.” His fingers are moving inside you, slowly at first but gradually increasing the speed.

“My cock demands your little pussy. I’m so close to just sticking it deep in your sweet cunt and using you, taking what I need from you.”

“Fuck, daddy,” you whisper, closing your eyes and spreading your thighs wider, offering yourself to his hand.

You feel him add two more fingers, four inside you now, and the stretch makes you whine but the dull pain adds to the pleasure.

“Yeah, good girl,” Tommy praises you and kisses your cheek, his hand still working tirelessly, preparing your hole for them and bringing you closer to another climax.

You turn your head and see Joel smoking and watching you getting fingered.

His obsidian eyes lock with yours and he winks at you.

“Lemme help you, brother. ‘m afraid to split her poor pussy in half with my dick.”

He bends down and you gasp when you see his meaty hand move to the place where Tommy’s fingers are already stretching you to the limit.

“Joel,” your scared mewl mixes with the squelching noises of your sopping cunt.

“He’s gonna be gentle,” Tommy commands his older brother, and Joel humms absentmindedly as his thick middle finger prods your entrance over Tommy’s digits.

“C’mon, angel, breathe for me. Yeah, good slut, relax your hungry cunt.”

You do as he says and soon you watch his finger disappear inside you, joining Tommy’s digits. With an open mouth you watch two brothers fuck your stretched hole. You grip their wrists, not to stop but to encourage them to keep going.

Tommy's voice is strained with lust when he groans,

“Shit, honey. Listen to her. She’s crying for more. My fingers are drenched.”

His words send you spiraling into the depth of arousal and when the heel of Joel’s hand hits your clit, you cry out. Your body is shaking, your nails scratching their wrists, your face twisting with euphoria.

“Yeah, jus’ like that, little slut. Happy pussy, happy dicks, yeah?”

You barely hear Joel, after two orgasms your brain is mush. Through the fog in your head you hear Tommy’s voice,

“You sure you still want it? Honey, yes or no?”

You nod because of course you do. The way they make you feel when you fuck is the best thing you’ve experienced in your life, the brightest, the richest pleasure. You feel needed, desired, like they will never leave you. Never will be able to exist without you.

“You need to say it, baby, c’mon,” Tommy coos, “Need to hear it.”

“Yes. Please, fuck me both. Fuck my tight pussy.”

“Ain’t so tight anymore, angel,” Joel laughs, “but it’ll snap back after we done with her.”

He gives you a reassuring slap on the thigh and you smile, too spent to talk.

The men get undressed and then manhandle you into straddling Tommy. You kiss him as soon as you’re close, moaning into his mouth as if tasting him is your basic need, one thing you can’t live without. You both seem to get lost in it until you hear Joel’s grumble.

“Quit it, lovebirds. Let’s get to fuckin’.” He’s next to the bed and you turn your head, ogling his gorgeous cock.

“Soon my dick and your sweet cunt will meet, angel. Let’s make their first time special, yeah?”

He tilts your head up with his fingers, bends down and kisses you passionately. You missed his taste, mixed with yours now, missed his lips, his scent, enveloping you. Your pussy aches for him as much as for Tommy and you might hate to admit it but your heart craves him too. His fire is as scolding as it is addictive and you want him to destroy you, in whatever way he wishes.

You wrap your arms around his thick neck and kiss him, really kiss him, like you’re surrendering yourself to him.

Suddenly he lifts you with his strong arms, throws your legs around his waist and starts devouring your mouth like an offering.

You feel his hot cock pulsating between your bodies and you mumble against his lips,

“Fuck me, Joel. Ruin me.”

With a growl he helps you to sit back on Tommy’s thighs.

Your stepdad’s eyes dart between yours as he cups your cheek, “ya making me jealous, sweetheart,” with a smirk he adds, “I love it.”

He’s not lying, judging by the way his hard cock is smearing precum over your belly, and you smile, taking it in your hand and lifting your hips.

Joel encourages you, his heavy hand on your shoulder,

“Yeah, like that, baby.”

Eyes locked with Tommy’s you sink on his shaft in one go and you both moan, joined at last, relishing this sensation.

“Fuck, you’re wet, babygirl. So warm.” You press your tits to his chest, nuzzling his neck and start moving on his length, up and down, slowly and steadily. His hands grab your ass and he kneads and spreads your asscheeks while his low moaning in your ear makes your head spin.

“Ahhh—That’s my good girl—sweet pussy—riding me so well—missed it—hnggg.”

Then he looks up at his brother and grunts,

“Fuck, let’s do it, Joel, gonna come soon.”

“Daddy was celibate just like you, angel. Savin’ his dick for his dear stepdaughter,” Joel chuckles, stepping on the bed and getting on his knees behind you with a grunt. “Miracle that he didn’t bust a nut yet.”

“Fuck off,” Tommy groans and adds, “hope we won’t break the bed,” he smiles at you but you couldn’t care less about it.

“Daddy, what should I do now?”

Instead of Tommy, Joel replies, “Lie forward and enjoy, baby. Your daddies gonna do all the work.”

Tommy nods with a reassuring smile and you lean on his chest, your eyes locked.

Tommy’s cock twitches inside you when you feel Joel’s hands grip your hips and his fat tip prod your already full pussy.

“Be careful, Joel,” Tommy says as his hand rubs your cheek and he stares into your widened eyes.

He moves his thumb to your lips and says, “Suck, my love.”

You feel butterflies in your belly, hearing the pet name, and take his thick finger between your lips and start sucking. It instantly calms you down.

At this moment Joel pushes his tip fully in and you whine around your stepdad's thumb.

“Shhh, the head’s the meatiest part, angel. Now it’ll slide in like a knife through butter.”

Surprisingly enough he’s not lying. The burning you felt before subsides and with his fingers digging into your hips, Joel parts your walls, inserting his whole cock into your slicked up pussy and bottoms out with a roar.

“Fuck me,�� he growls and laughs, “My little niece has a perfect hole.”

He slaps your ass lightly and your pussy clamps around their fat cocks, making both of them groan.

“Oh my god, I’m so full,” your voice is shaky, endorphins already coursing through your body.

“Yes, sweetheart, you did it. Shit, it’s so tight inside you now. It feels amazing.” Tommy’s head falls back against the headboard as his eyes flutter shut.

You almost giggle at how great it feels, then take a deep breath and whine,

“Fuck me, please.”

“Damn, you don’t have to ask twice, baby,” Joel gruffs and pulls his cock out almost to the tip before rolling his hips back into you.

The sensation almost sends you over the precipice. You squeeze your eyes shut, your nails scratching Tommy’s chest, and he hisses and thrusts his hips up into you. You gasp when they both start moving and in a few moments the brothers find a perfect rhythm of fucking your stretched hole, their stiff cocks, sliding in and out of your channel, are drawing moans and whimpers out of your open lips.

While Joel is concentrating on balancing his weight on his knees and stuffing your hole, Tommy makes sure to kiss and lick every spot he can reach. His tongue swirls around your nipples, hands grab your flesh, teeth nip your skin. He paints your neck with hickeys, gently kissing the pain away, until his lips reach yours and he kisses you, while the two cocks are fucking you.

Joel interrupts your kiss when his hand wraps around your throat and he pulls you closer to him. Your back arches and you look up at his face, hovering over yours, as he growls,

“Here’s my sweet niece— our pretty fuck doll.”

He begins snapping his hips into you harder, faster sending his cock deeper and Tommy follows his suit, thrusting his member up into your pussy with the same rhythm.

“I told him ya a slut—ahhh, fuck— and look at ya,” he smirks, ruining your pussy, holding your neck tightly, “his good girl’s bouncing on two big dicks, pleading to be fucked like a whore she is.”

“Dreams do come true,” you mumble back with a hazy smile.

Suddenly Tommy’s fingers swirl around your clit and the sensation together with the filthy words, spilling out of Joel’s mouth, pushes you over the edge and you come, harder than ever, trembling between the men, squeezing their cocks with your pulsating pussy while tears of bliss stream down your cheeks.

With a groan Joel licks a tear off your face and pushes you on Tommy’s chest before immediately exploding into your core, spurting warm cum deep inside you.

While you’re still shaking with your orgasm, Tommy embraces your body tightly and begins coming too, pumping you full of his load. Both men are thrusting, the rhythm uneven and hectic, and you’re milking their cocks until their balls are empty. You feel bloated with the amount of cum they squirted into you and soon it starts leaking out around their cocks and sliding down your thighs.

Gradually your climax dissipates while the men are still inside you. The room gets filled with heavy breathing of the three of you. Joel’s manhood slides out of your pussy first and he tilts your head to him and plants a quick kiss on your lips.

“Keep ‘er plugged, brother,” Joel gruffs, getting up, plops in your chair and lights another cigarette. “Happily,” Tommy murmurs into your ear, before he starts peppering soft kisses along your neck. You giggle when his mustache is tickling you, and to make him stop, you press your lips to his and you make out while his softening manhood is still buried deep inside you, in the pool of their cum.

Joel doesn’t ruin this post-orgasmic moment between his younger brother and you, the room is quiet except for the sounds of lip smacking and him smoking. And you’re grateful to him.

When you finally part from each other, Tommy helps you to lie down next to him. The mess between your legs makes you whine and Tommy gets you some tissues and helps you to clean yourself.

Then you settle down next to him on the bed, your cheek on his shoulder and your leg thrown over his thigh.

Meanwhile Joel puts his jeans back on without zipping them up and rests in the chair.

Tommy and you don’t care about the clothes, both reveling in the afterglow. Your eyes are closing when suddenly Tommy asks,

“Do you have any plans for thanksgiving holidays?”

You blink a few times trying to understand the question and gather your thoughts.

“I…Mel invited me to spend them with her family… but I don’t know. Why?” You tilt your head up to look at him.

“I’m moving back to Austin. Gonna live with Joel for now until I find my own place. Maybe you can visit me there. Us.”

Your heart sings and stomach flutters with excitement when you hear his invitation.

“Sounds nice,” you murmur, barely keeping yourself from squealing. Then you look at Joel.

“Would you mind?”

His piercing eyes slide along your naked body, linger on your lips and then lock with yours.

“I wouldn’t. Always nice to have a good pussy in the house.”

You roll your eyes and Tommy shoots Joel a glare before talking to you again,

“What about Christmas?”

You try to hide a wide grin, biting your lower lip.

“You might meet someone by then, daddy. Get yourself a girlfriend,” you murmur, drawing hearts on his chest with your index finger.

“I won’t. I don’t need anyone else.”

He places his hand under your jaw and tilts your head up.

“You’re the only one I need, sweetheart.”

You’re searching for lies in his eyes or his words but don’t find any. Your throat tightens and tears sting your eyes but you blink them away and reach up to give him a kiss. You pour all your love into it, need and desire in every stroke of your lips and tongue.

A few minutes in heaven are interrupted by Joel’s gruff voice,

“Before you swallow each other whole, let’s go find a bar and get me a drink.”

You giggle against Tommy’s lips and turn to your step uncle.

“I know a good place.”

You try to get up but your legs are still weak from all the orgasms, your pussy sore from the double-cock-pounding, so you almost fall, but Tommy’s strong arms help you up.

The brothers smirk and exchange glances, visibly proud of what they’ve done to you, when you stagger to the wardrobe. You’re still leaking and the thought that their cum is going to seep out of your pussy for days, makes you smile.

“Wear something slutty for us, angel,” Joel orders, putting on his mesh top. Then you feel his bulge press to your naked ass as he whispers against your cheek, “And no panties. Wanna play with your messy cunt under the table.”

The vision painted by your mind sends a shiver through your body and your clit twitches.

“Ok, uncle,” you agree and he lightly slaps your ass.

“Good little slut.”

Already dressed, Tommy comes up to your two and you turn around to the men. Joel’s bulge pokes your hip and his sticky gaze slides up and down your body. Tommy places his hand on your asscheek and gives it a gentle squeeze, cooing at you with a warm smile,

“Our good girl.”

You bite your lip, batting your lashes at the men, and purr with a mischievous smile,

“We’re gonna have so much fun together.”

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Star quarterbackAbby x Bimbo reader

(who knows nothing about sports but goes to every game to support her girl)

♡♥︎Quarterback Abby x Bimbo reader♥︎♡

♥︎ Abby is the star quarterback, and she loves that you show up to every game, even though you know nothing about sports. Your enthusiasm is contagious, and she adores seeing you cheer her on.

♥︎ You wear custom gear to every game—team jerseys, matching hats, and face paint—but you’re also not shy to wear something cute and revealing underneath to tease Abby.

♥︎ Abby doesn’t mind you not understanding the rules of the game—she finds it adorable when you yell “Go, baby!” at random points in the game, regardless of what’s actually happening.

♥︎ You cheer Abby on like she’s the only player on the field, even if everyone else is paying attention to the action. You make her feel like she’s the most important person in the stadium.

♥︎ Before every game, you text her cute messages like, “Go get ’em, babe! You’re the hottest QB!” or “Win this for me, hot stuff.”

♥︎ Abby loves when you sneak into her locker room after games to give her a hug or a kiss, regardless of how sweaty or messy she is from playing. You always make her feel loved, no matter what.

♥︎ After games, Abby loves when you spoil her with a big plate of food—sometimes pizza, sometimes your cute “girly snacks” that you know she secretly loves.

♥︎ You’ll often sit with Abby on the sidelines during practice, offering her water and making sure she’s well taken care of, even if you don’t understand the drills.

♥︎ Abby finds it adorable that you sometimes get confused about football terminology. When you say things like “Touchdown!” after every play, she always cracks a smile.

♥︎ You’re the loudest cheerleader in the stands, even if you’re shouting random things like “Go, baby!” or “You’re so hot, I love you!”

♥︎ You give Abby a lot of attention during post-game celebrations, telling her how proud you are of her. Even if she’s tired, she loves hearing it.

♥︎ On game days, you always send Abby little motivational texts, including photos of yourself in her team gear or just a simple “You got this, babe.”

♥︎ When Abby plays, she knows you’re watching her closely, so she’ll occasionally sneak a glance at you in the stands, making sure to send you a little smile or wink.

♥︎ You often cheer louder for Abby than for any other player, always giving her the best attention. She thinks it’s endearing and a reminder of how much you love her.

♥︎ Abby loves when you wear her jersey, especially when you pair it with a cute skirt or shorts. You look adorable in it, and she can’t help but smile when you wear it.

♥︎ When you’re on the sidelines, Abby will often come over and give you a quick kiss on the cheek, just to remind you that she’s thinking about you even during the game.

♥︎ You always help Abby get cleaned up after games, bringing her water, a towel, and maybe a massage when she’s sore from all the physical activity.

♥︎ Abby likes to spoil you after a big win by taking you out for dinner or a fun night out. You always make sure she feels special, even if the celebration is simple.

♥︎ You’re Abby’s biggest fan, and she knows it. She loves hearing you cheer her on, even if you’re yelling random, non-sport-related things.

♥︎ You’re the first to jump into Abby’s arms when she wins, hugging her tightly and telling her how proud you are of her.

♥︎ Abby always makes sure you’re included in team events, like parties or celebrations, and you enjoy being the center of attention when you’re with her.

♥︎ Despite not knowing much about sports, you understand that Abby is a star, and you’re always there to remind her how incredible she is, no matter the outcome of the game.

♥︎ After a big game, Abby can’t wait to pull you into the locker room for some alone time. Even though you’re still in the stands cheering, she’s already thinking about the two of you together.

♥︎ Abby loves how vocal you are about your attraction to her. You’ll often shout “You’re so hot, babe!” from the stands, and she’ll have to take a moment to control herself.

♥︎ After a win, Abby pulls you into the shower with her, turning the water on just to rinse off and show you how much she loves you.

♥︎ When you kiss her after the game, you’re not shy about it. You’ll press up against her, letting her feel how much you want her.

♥︎ Sometimes, you take Abby’s sweaty gear off for her after a game, slowly and teasingly, making her feel hot under your touch.

♥︎ You have a habit of wearing barely-there outfits under Abby’s jersey, like lacy lingerie or a tiny thong, just to get her attention when you’re together after a game.

♥︎ Abby loves when you compliment her body, especially after a game when she’s all sweaty and pumped up. You tell her she’s the hottest woman in the world, and she loves how you worship her.

♥︎ Abby’s never shy about pulling you into a passionate kiss after a game, especially when the adrenaline of winning mixes with her lust for you.

♥︎ Sometimes, you whisper things like “I can’t wait to get you alone later” into her ear during a half-time, making it hard for her to focus on the field.

♥︎ Abby will often fuck you hard after games, needing to release all the pent-up energy. She loves how you moan her name when you’re alone.

♥︎ You’re not shy about showing Abby how much you love her body, kissing her everywhere and leaving marks on her skin, claiming her as your own.

♥︎ After big wins, you’ll let Abby have her way with you, bending you over the couch or against the wall, always making sure she feels just as celebrated as she is after every touchdown.

♥︎ Abby the moments when you beg her to take you harder, whispering how much you crave her touch.

♥︎ You love showing Abby just how much you’re into her by leaving teasing notes on her gear, sending her photos of yourself in her jersey and nothing else.

♥︎ When you’re feeling extra playful, you’ll lick her jersey and tell her how much you love it when she gets sweaty. It drives Abby wild and turns her on immediately.

♥︎ Sometimes after a big win, Abby will drag you into a dark corner and press you up against the wall, kissing you roughly as she teases your body with her hands.

♥︎ After a tough match, you’ll let Abby take her time with you, kissing your neck and whispering how proud she is of you for supporting her, before finally fucking you senseless.

♥︎ Abby enjoys teasing you, whispering dirty things into your ear about how she’s going to dominate you later while you’re both surrounded by her team, making you squirm with anticipation.

♥︎ Sometimes, you’ll act extra cute during a game, knowing it’ll turn Abby on and make her want you more once the game ends.

♥︎ After celebrating a win, Abby will always make sure to reward you for being her biggest cheerleader. You love it when she gets rough and playful, just the way she likes it.

#abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x you #abby x reader #abby imagines #abby headcanons #abby anderson x reader #the last of us x reader #the last of us drabbles #the last of us headcanons #the last of us imagine #the last of us fic #the last of us

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shelbgrey · 3 months ago

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Lovin', touchin', squeezin' (Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek shepherd x girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Derek finds out his girlfriend hasn't been properly taken care of in past relationships and it's up to him to help her explore pleasures she hasn't before.

Warrings: SMUT, very little plot, oral(F receiving), (M)cum eating, unprotected sex, little bit of ridding. The words pussy and cock used. Dirty talk.

MasterList ML2

It was late in the evening, Derek was in his trailer with his girlfriend. They had just finished a shift at the hospital and she decided to stay at his place for the night. Her cousin Meredith was going through another one-night-stand phase and she didn't want to be at their place while she had a guy there. His trailer was outside of the city and in the woods so it was peaceful. While Derek was in the shower y/n was turning on some music, sometimes the peacefulness of the 'great outdoors' was a little too quiet. She had decided to play some Elvis, some of his more softer stuff to keep the vibe on the more relaxed side. She kept it on a pretty low volume then got comfortable on the side of the bed she claimed a few months into their relationship.

“You've already made yourself comfortable huh?”

Derek stepped out of the shower, his hair still damp and his skin smelling of soap. He walked to side trailer were the bed was, rubbing his head with a towel. He noticed the music playing softly and a smirk spread across his face as he saw her sitting on the side of the bed.

“Yeah” y/n gave an innocent grin as she shamelessly checked him out as he dried the rest the way of, he was only in a pair of boxers and his skin slightly damp.

Derek tossed the towel somewhere onto the floor as he walked over to the foot of the bed. “It seems like you're enjoying yourself... wearing my clothes and using my bed”

The clothes she had worn to work were laying neatly on the counter and she traded them for a pair of his boxers and a sports bra. She smirked up at him, lying comfortably under the covers of his bed. “You have such great hospitality”

Derek chuckled as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over her with a mischievous grin. “Well, I aim to please. Especially when it comes to my beautiful girlfriend”

“You always succeed” y/n smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and spread her thighs as he settled between her thighs. He nuzzled her neck and peppered kisses along her collarbone. His hands roamed over her body possessively, fingers trailing along her sides and over her thighs. “I think I can do even better” His voice dipped low, and he leaned down to place soft kisses along her collarbone and the tops of her breasts.

Y/n shuttered at the feeling of his lips and scruff brushing against her neck. She carded her fingers through his hair, letting out a small moan that only Encouraged him. He slid his hands underneath the sports bra, slowly pushing it up and off her body. Derek tossed it onto the floor with the towel, his focus solely on her.

Derek nipped at the exposed skin, his hands caressing her curves. Her eyes fluttered closed, her fingers gripping his hair as he continued his descent down her body. Derek slipped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers she wore. Y/n lifting her hips as he slowly pulled them down her legs. Once she was completely bare underneath him, Derek settled back between her thighs, his face nestled between her legs. Derek breathed in deeply, savoring her scent before pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

Her break got caught in her throat. “Derek…” she warned softly, tugging at his hair.

He looked up at her, their eyes meeting before her returned his gaze to her core. He pressed another kiss to her thigh before spreading her legs further apart. “Shh, just relax, y/n. Let me take care of you” he whispered against her skin, sending goosebumps over her body.

“I know,” she said softly, completely trusting him. “I just... Never had this happen before” she looked away, embarrassed. Yeah she had a relationship in the past, but she never had a guy eat her out or take care of her like this before.

Derek paused, looking up at her with a gentle expression. Heplaced a soft kiss on her lower belly. “a guy has never eaten you out before?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow in a non judgmental way.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “no” she was far from a Virgin and she's done other stuff both in her previous relationship and with Derek, she just never had a guy put his mouth on her pussy before.

A mischievous grin spread across Derek's face. “Well then,” he lowered his head back down, pressing a soft kiss to her center before slowly dragging his tongue up her slit, making her eyes flutter closed and her head fell back in pleasure. She fisted his hair, moaning.

“I suppose it's high time someone took care of that for you” Derek murmured against her skin. He continued his exploration of her most intimate area. He parted her folds with his fingers, exposing her clit as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. He alternated between broad, flat licks and pointed flicks, each touch making her moan louder.

The sounds of her pleasure spurred him on. Derek hooked his arms under her thighs, spreading her wider as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue speared into her hot, wet center, pumping in and out as he growled against her flesh.

“D-Derek!” y/n moaned, a shiver going through her body as she tugged at his hair, arching her hips up.

Derek growled possessively, his hands tightening on her thighs as he devoured her. His tongue thrust in and out of her, his facial hair chafing her sensitive flesh. He could feel her getting close, her breath hitching and her legs were shaking under his grip. “That's it, baby”

“Ah! D-derek” y/n moaned desperately, arching her hips up as Derek lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. “f-fuck” she stuttered, her head falling back against the pillow in pleasure as she fisted his hair.

Derek angled his head to suck her clit into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly with his tongue as he slid two fingers deep inside her fluttering channel, making her cry out in pleasure. Derek pumped them hard and fast, curling them to hit that special spot inside her.

“Derek, I'm c-close” she stuttered.

Derek redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on her clit as he finger fucked her mercilessly. He felt her legs start to tremble and her hips buck against his face, signaling her impending orgasm. Derek held her steady, refusing to let up until she exploded. “Come on, Baby, let it happen”

“Derek!” y/n cried out, tugging his hair as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.

Derek drank down every drop of her sweet release, his fingers still pumping in and out of her. He continued to lap at her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she was trembling and sobbing with pleasure. “Fuck, y/n. you taste amazing”

“D-Derek” y/n shuttered, gripping his hair, arching her hips again as she came down from her high. When she was finally spent, Derek lifted his face from her pussy, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. Derek kissed her inner thigh softly.

Y/n shuttered, her eyes fluttered closed as her heart pounded against her chest. She moaned softly, her thighs still over his shoulder as his lips and scruff brushed against her thighs. His hands caressed her skin soothingly as he slowly lowered her thighs back down. He climbed up her body, caging her in between his arms. He kissed her slowly, deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Y/n moaned desperately against his lips, their tongues tangling together. She carded her fingers through his messy hair as their lips and tongues moved desperately against each other. Derek poured all his desire and affection into it. His hands roamed her curves possessively, mapping every inch of her soft skin.

Y/n pulled away, her head falling back against his pillow as she tried to catch her breath. “f-fuck,” she whispered breathlessly. “hang on” she said softly, blissfully out of breath between her getting eaten out for the first time and the way their lips desperately moved together.

Derek chuckled softly at her breathless state, nuzzling her neck as he trailed kisses down her throat. He nipped at her collarbone, grinning against her skin as he felt her shudder. “Hang on to what, sweetheart? Did I take your breath away?” he teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, catching her breath. “Shut up” she teased, breathlessly.

Derek grinned mischievously, his hands sliding down to her backside and squeezing. “You're right, talking's overrated”

Y/n scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him on his back, straddling his hips. “gotta be a smart ass, don't you?” she joked.

Derek chuckled, grinning up at her. “can't help it sometimes” he flexed his hips, pressing his hardness against her soaking core, making her cry out a moan, her head falling back and her hips arching. He grinned up at her, his hands squeezing her ass.

Derek flexed his hips again, grinding against her. He reached up and cupped her breasts, kneading the soft mounds. He toyed with her hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Derek sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him. His erection pressed against her soaked core as she moaned, cupping both sides of his jaw and brushed her nose against his as their lips hovered over each other.

Derek's breath mingled with hers as their lips hovered a mere whisper apart. He could feel her wet heat pressing against his aching cock, making him throb with need. He nipped her bottom lip, his voice low and husky. “I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, y/n. Until you're so sore you can barely sit. And then I'm going to do it all over again” he kissed her fiercely, his hands gripping her hips as he aligned his cock with her entrance.

Y/n pulled away before he could continue. “I thought talking was overrated” she teased.

Derek grinned wolfishly, thrusting up into her in one swift movement, forcing a moan out of y/n as she dig her nails into his shoulders as she sunk down on him. Derek buried himself balls deep inside her, his mouth covering her as she let out a cry of pleasure and pain. He stilled, giving her time to adjust. “God, Baby”

“Fuck,” y/n moaned, rocking her hips and holding his shoulders for balance. “Derek!” she moaned desperately.

Derek groaned deeply, his hips bucking upwards to meet hers. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, his hands gripping her ass possessively. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her neck as he panted. “You're so tight”

“Derek!” y/n cried out, rocking her hips faster, meeting his thrust.

Derek grinned against her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin. “That's it, y/n. scream my name. Let everyone know who's inside you right now” Derek thrust up into her hard, his hips slamming against hers. “Fuck, you're so fucking tight”

“Ah, Derek” y/n arched her hips, carding and through his hair as he buried his face into her breasts.

Derek moaned into her breasts. His hands tightened on her bottom, helping her move as he thrust up into her hard and fast. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, mingling with our moans and heavy breathing. Derek licked and sucked at her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples as he continued to pound into her. He could feel her walls starting to flutter around his cock. “D-Derek, Baby. I'm close” she moaned desperately.

Derek looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “That's it, baby. Cum for me”

“Derek!” y/n screamed, cumming on his cock. Derek grunted, his movements becoming jerky as he buried his face back in her breasts. He bit down gently as he found his own release, spurting warm seed inside her. He relaxed against her, breathing heavily. “fuck”

Y/n moaned, fisting his hair as she came down from her high. Derek stayed buried in her chest, his heart pounding against her skin. After a few moments, he lifted his head, his eyes soft and full of love. “I love you… So much”

“I love you too” she said softly, pressing her lips to his as they fell back into the bed. He slowly pulled out, the friction making her moan softly.

“Let's get you cleaned up” He kissed her cheek then stood up and walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp cloth to clean her up tenderly. She moaned softly at the sensitively, making him smile softly as. He gently wiped her clean, his touch light and caring. As he finished, he threw the cloth aside and spread her legs, admiring her rosy, swollen state. He leaned down and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her inner thigh before he moved up to lie beside her, gathering her in his arms protectively and pulling the covers over both of them. He gently adjusted the covers to ensure they were comfortable, his hand resting on her hip possessively. “Sleep now, my love. You've earned it”

#Derek shepherd #Derek shepherd smut #derek shepherd x reader #Derek shepherd imagines #Greys anatomy smut #Patrick Dempsey #Grey's Anatomy imagines #Derek shepherd headcanons

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bellenotthebeast · 4 months ago

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Hello.

I want you to listen. Don’t scroll away because of the buzz word ‘Lando’.

Listen.

This has gone beyond hate for Lando. This about all the drivers.

This is about treating drivers respectfully. This is about your parasocial relationships with the drivers. This is about you reading into everything they say.

This is about the F1 media taking clips out of context because they don’t want a race they want a drama.

This is about you taking those clips and not bothering to find the original source, and taking it to fuel a hatred for someone you don’t know.

This is about you hating on a new driver because you miss the old one.

This is about you sending hate to fans of a driver you don’t like.

When I dislike something I scroll- I ignore, because it’s not worth my time. Why should I let the social media algorithm think I like the video because I watch it? I block a person I dislike. I don’t go onto their account and spend time out of my life to comment.

But unfortunately the amount of hate I’m seeing it’s getting hard to ignore it.

Haters and fans. Opposite end of the spectrum, still on the same spectrum.

You’re still thinking about the guy you supposedly hate. You talk about him under other driver related posts, you make it your entire personality.

You make it toxic.

The difference in drivers is what makes the sport fun. I’m friends with people who have other favourite drivers. What we do is we talk about the race. We talk about how their driver did really well and what mine could’ve done better. We have fun.

Because it’s the sport that bonds us.

I don’t send death threats to them. People have become so obsessed with other peoples lives and it shows.

A driver can’t say he feels lonely without getting jumped on for it. A driver gets asked his opinion after a high adrenaline race, one he feels he didn’t do well and he sounds a little bitter. Of course he’s going to. Yet you read into it.

He celebrates and you read into it.

And then dislike them when they decide not to do anything anymore.

You criticise them for the mistakes they’ve already owned up to and refuse to even acknowledge the good they’ve achieved.

New fans get scared to join because they worry everyone will hate them. Which kills the sport in turn.

Lando. Max. Every single driver on the grid do not know you. And you do not know them. You know of them. You do not know them.

You do not know what they do or who they are the moment they’re away from the cameras.

You do not need to like a driver. Nor do you need to dislike them. I don’t dislike drivers, I just have drivers I favour a bit more than others. Because why would I hate them?

I dislike some of the things they do- during the race. Of course. I’m bitter after a race doesn’t go well. I’m a fan of the sport.

But that’s as far as it goes.

I do not care for their personal life as it’s theirs, nor do I care for what minuscule thing they’ve done.

If you don’t feel called out, then good- I’m not talking about you. You’re the good ones. If you are feeling ‘attacked’ then perhaps it’s time to rethink what you want to spend limited time, that is your life, on.

We only have so many minutes in our lives to actually live. So live it. Don’t spend it on hating on others.

Good day/night. 😊

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lightfeltmemories · 8 months ago

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toge inumaki; general boyfriend headcanons

note: my first work related to jjk, and i can't lie, i like the funny cursed speech user he's a cutie, so, here are some sfw mainly fluff headcanons if he was your boyfriend, if he's ooc i apologize, don't chew my asshole a new one i'm new here. (some of my headcanons are also inspired from some i saw on tik tok), requests are open for any jjk character (yes, even mahito) if you want to see more content like this.

tags & warnings: mentions of period products.

to start, since he can't exactly speak, it's going to be difficult to speak with you, so, if you manage to snag his phone number things will be a whole lot easier for the both of you, and thus, gives him the confidence to ask you out (please say yes.)

someone like panda or maki will probably let you know beforehand like a "yeah he likes you" or something.

but once you say yes, you'll have pretty much contemplated on whether or not you've found your soulmate.

he likes getting active with you, playing sports and such, even if you're not the best at it, he still sees it as a form of bonding and quality time, may or may not get a bit too competitive sometimes and you will cry if he wins too many times.

you are not exempt from his trolling, if anything, you're more susceptible, he won't do anything too over the top though, just some lighthearted fun the both of you can enjoy.

is definitely the type to send a meme to keep the convo going, and a reaction image when you say something that calls for the right opportunity to send it.

loves cuddling and watching movies or youtube videos with you, mainly the latter,

(over text) calls you babe or baby, or even a weird nicknamed variation of your name, doesn't mind if you call him bro since he'll do the same to you.

not the jealous type, unless someone says something to or about you that makes you uncomfortable (uses his cursed speech to tell them to shit their pants), isn't very controlling either, doesn't care about what you wear out.

but this doesn't mean he won't let people know you're his, such as walking beside you or hand in hand.

posts you on his instagram, he's insanely cheeky and cringe about it too, a picture of the two of you together at a carnival and the caption is "my world" or something of that nature, straight middle school cornball shit.

he also has loads of pictures of you... doing whatever, he may or may not have snuck a picture of you sleeping once or twice, he couldn't help it, you were cute.

if you were to ever ask him the question "would you still love me if i was a worm" his answer would be a sarcastic "no."

doesn't let you steal his food.

is the type to ask "what size is your pussy" when he's going to get tampons/pads for you, probably much to your annoyance, he also doesn't have much shame in doing it, either.

he's very protective of you, and wants to keep you safe.

mixed on pda, he's affectionate but not shameless about it, he'll give you a kiss on the cheek, a peck on the lips, or a hug.

when looking through his phone he doesn't have much going on, and definitely doesn't text anyone else romantically, he doesn't even like selfies of other girls, that man is loyal hands down, and expects the same for you.

he cooks for you sometimes, but can also teach you how to if you don't know how.

doesn't care much for gender roles.

doesn't mind being big spoon or little spoon, as long as he gets to sleep next to you.

loves seeing you in his clothes, with your scent tied to it and all.

likes going to parks and fun events with you.

he definitely wants to marry you one day, not too sure on kids, though.

he loves you more than anything and you know that. :)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x reader #jjk x reader #toge inumaki #toge x you #toge x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #toge inumaki fluff #fluff headcanons #headcanons #jjk fluff #jjk headcanons

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Every poll on this blog is about fictional characters only. This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds

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asapeveryday · 10 months ago

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A LITTLE BREAK?★彡

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Academic Weapon Reader (as per request)

Warnings: smut (fingering)

Summary: You’ve been so focused on your work, and Paige thinks she needs to show you how to take a break.

A/n: thanku to the anon who requested this 💗 hope I did it sum justice

WHEN you felt her arms wrap around you the first thing you wanted to do was melt into her touch. That’s how it usually was with Paige, her words would make you stumble and the warmth of her body was an immediate distraction.

Not at the moment though. When it came to school, almost nothing could break your focus. Studying is the only thing you have full control over in your life, and as a college student going into a competitive field while dating an extremely sought after and socially successful basketball player there was already many things in your life that were beyond trying to control.

Paige usually understood how important your academics were to you. She was a good student too— perhaps not to the same extent, but she related to the value you put into results.

Her hands grip your body as she nuzzles her face into your neck, her crimped blonde hair tickling your face. She smelt like fresh laundry.

Leaning your head into hers, you sigh and force yourself to shrug her off.

“Not right now, Paigey.”

“Don’t shake me off.” She pouts, faking hurt. “You’ve been working for so fuckin’ long, I’m bored.”

You know the past week hasn’t been the best for the two of you. She’d always had a busy schedule but Paige had been managing sports, school and social life since she was little. You just weren’t on that level of time management yet, so Paige had been slightly neglected. “I know, I know. Just let me finish up and we can go get something to eat.” You mumble, not even thinking. You don’t look up from your work, but you can feel Paige’s cold eyes staring at your back.

“We’re not going out,” she says. “do you even know what time it is?”

When you don’t respond she physically spins you in your chair to face her, effectively breaking your concentration and annoying you. “Bro seriously just let me get this shit done. I already said we’d do something after. You know I need to do well on this.” You snap.

“Who’re you calling bro?” Paige sneers, crossing her arms. “Didn’t you hear me? We’re not doing shit after you study, it’s literally eleven already.”

Eleven? You turn to check the time on your phone and are unhappy to see that she’s right. The screen reads 11:05pm, meaning you’ve been working for hours thinking you’d have the evening free, but you lost track of time and now it was well past curfew. You don’t even bother to respond to Paige, who was looking at you now with an unreadable expression.

You just rest your face in your hands for a moment. You’re so, so tired and yet there’s still so much to be done. Plus, you honestly missed Paige’s company. You hadn’t been pressed against her in days.

“I’m sorry.” You finally say into your hands. “I just…I have so much to do.”

Paige pulls your hands away from your face and holds them in her own. You love when she stands over you like this, it’s never failed to send shivers down your spine at how you have to look up at her. She offers a soft smile.

“I know, baby. Don’t be sorry. I’ve been missing you, you know?”

“I know.” You respond, finally taking her in.

Paige had slept in braids the night before and taken them it before coming to see you, her light hair now beachy waves down her shoulders. She wore a black zip up and grey sweats that hung low on her hips, sometimes revealing the band of her boxer shorts.

“Oh, so you’re gonna ignore me all day and then check me out?” She quips, bring you back to reality.

“Shut up.” You laugh, getting up from the desk and wrapping your arms around her. “I guess I’ve just missed you too.”

“Want me to help you study for a bit?” She asks, stepping back and sitting on your bed.

“Sure.” You reply, but what you really want to say is “I don’t deserve you.”

“Ask me the fourth one again”

“Aight.” Paige says, getting out one of your flash cards and scrunching her face up as she reads what you’ve written.

“What are the traits of an organism with P-Pateu’s syndrome? The fuck is that?”

“It means they have an extra 13th autosomal chromosome.” You laugh. She just shakes her head. “You’re not even speaking English right now.”

Before you can even answer the question she whips out another card. “Wait, answer this one. Guess what Paige Bueckers thinks you should do right now?”

“You think you’re so funny.” You roll your eyes. “Paige c’mon, just finish the flash cards and then you have me all night.”

“Baby I think it’s time to take a break.” She says, tossing the cards away. Paige crawls towards you before slowly kissing your lips. Her chapstick is sweet and minty, you can’t help but chase her mouth after she pulls away. “Plus I don’t wanna wait anymore. I want you now.”

She’s eyeing you down so intensely, and suddenly you don’t care about biology right now. You want to see what she does when she wants you, it’s been so long you’ve almost forgotten.

“I guess I can take a little break.” You murmur, feeling your stomach tighten when her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

In a moment you’re caged under her arms, laughing as your head hits your soft pillows. Paige bares a smile so bright it warms your heart, her hair tickling your skin as she plants soft kisses to your face.

“Arms up.” She tuts, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head and letting out a satisfied noise at the sight of your bra-less torso. Her hands meet your breasts as she kisses you softly and you shiver at the feeling of her calloused palms against your skin. She’s usually rough when handling you, but today she is beautifully gentle.

You gasp when she pinches your nipples, which gives her easy access to slip her tongue in your mouth. Paige kisses languidly, her lips are soft and she smirks against your own every time you break from her.

Paige loves speed, aggression and pressure. Sex with her was always exhilarating and exhausting, by the end of nights with her you two were quick to pass out. You enjoyed this, she brought a different kind of rush into your life that way. This slower pace was new to you.

“What’s going on, P?” You manage to get out in between kisses. Maybe she wasn’t going to fuck you, maybe kissing and touching was all for tonight…though it usually wasn’t.

“Don’t wanna stress you out, baby.” She pulls away from you, lips pink and eyes hooded. You recognize the look on her face, it’s more then desire, it’s determination. “Lemme take your mind off of things for a bit.”

Her fingers graze your stomach as they play with the band of your pyjama shorts and she’s eyeing you with a questioning look. When you nod okay to her she slips them down your legs, leaving you topless with your cotton underwear on.

“You’re so cute.” She bites her lip as she unzips her sweater, leaving her in sweats and a black sports bra, her silver chain shining against her skin. You want to scoff at the comment but it ultimately makes you blush and hide your face, to which she lets out a chuckle.

Her fingers are agonizingly soft against the material of your underwear, rubbing the slowest, most teasing circles you’ve ever felt in your life. Her head is buried in your neck, sucking dark hickeys into your skin. “Paige.” You whine. “C’mon now, just touch me for real.”

“So impatient.” She quips, finally taking your last article of clothing off. “Look at you, all wet for me.”

“I missed you Paigey.” You say quietly, opening your legs for her. You can feel her smile against your neck, and you let out a sigh as her finger meets your clit.

You feel yourself melt into a world of pleasure as her hands please you, Paige knows exactly what to do to get you going, except this time with a softness that you’re starting to love. She’s so passionate as she praises you; licking your skin, kissing your lips and pressing her forehead to yours while subtly upping the pressure on your bud, before ultimately slipping her fingers inside of you.

“I love how focused you are all the time.” She murmurs, her hands slowly pumping in and out of you. “It’s so hard for me to stand back and let you do your thing, I just want to be on you all the time.”

You attempt to squeeze your legs shut but her hand roughly pries you open, though the moment of aggression is gone when when she continues to say “Do you know how many times I thought of you this week? So many times. Fuck, every night I thought of having you like this, spread wide open for me.”

“Oh, Paige, oh my god.” You whine, her fingers are quickening now. The noises from your slick and her loud kisses are so lewd it’s driving you insane. Her breath is warm on your skin as she whispers her heart out to you. Paige’s voice was low and almost raspy, almost enough to make you cum on its own.

“I just want you to take it easy when you’re with me, alright?” She says, meeting your eyes. You try your hardest to hold her gaze but it’s so hard when she’s in you like this, her blue eyes staring through you with intensity. You nod at her, but it’s not enough.

“Say it.” She tilts her head, curling her fingers inside of you. “Say you’ll take breaks baby.”

“I-I’ll take breaks P, I’ll take it easy.” You manage to get out, voice wavering. You’re feeling that familiar pressure in your abdomen now as her fingers passionately pump into you, your back arching and legs twitching.

“You promise?” Paige asks. Her hands are going fast now, the sight of her veiny arms between you, her digits disappearing inside of your pussy, it was driving you to the edge.

“I promise, Paige. Please, please.” You throw your head back with pleasure. She keeps up her pace while kissing you sweetly, taking your moans into her mouth and murmuring “yeah, just like that.” until you cum all over her fingers.

She sombrely pulls her hand out from you and presents it to your lips, and you eagerly suck on her fingers. Her gaze is tantalizing, she can’t look away from you even when you’re finished tasting yourself.

You bring your hands to your face and sigh, basking in the post-nut clarity. It felt so rejuvenating to be laying beneath her on your bed, lights low and warm and body buzzing from climax. You weren’t even tired, you just felt amazingly clear headed.

Paige allows her self to put her body weight on you, laying her head on your chest and wrapping her muscular arms around you. “How was that?” She asks, and her tone almost makes you laugh. She’s confident, but always giddy to please you.

“So good.” You smile. “Different, but good. Exactly what I needed.”

Paige just laughs and squeezes you. The feeling of her heart beating by yours, her eyelashes blinking against your skin. You can’t help but feel like this is all you’ll ever truly need.

“You’re not still planning on studying…right?” Paige grumbles, and you let out a heartily chuckle.

“Fuck no, that’s done for the day. I’m all yours.”

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winter things - paige bueckers x reader

⟡ warnings : sexual innuendo!

⟡ word count : 2.5k

⟡ authors note : a late christmas gift for you guysssss ;) i highly recommend listening to winter things by ariana grande while reading! hope you guys had an amazing day!

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2024~ Chatter from the tv stays prominent, Grey’s Anatomy playing, Paige’s choice, of course. Sherpa blanket cocooning you and her, hot chocolate snug in your right hand, warmth spreading from the bear mug onto your hand. Storrs was beautiful at this time of year, right before the holidays, Paige had invited you over to her family’s house for Christmas this year, so here you were, together, on your apartment’s couch, a couple days before your flight to Maryland. You glance over at Paige, blonde hair tugged into a bun, eyes fluttering in and out of sleep, arm against your waist, while her head lays on your chest. Her nose was tinged pink, as you insisted on keeping your apartment cold to stay “in the holiday spirit”. Paige, ever the noticer, feels your eyes on her, “Hey baby.” She smiles, before closing her eyes and using her free hand to pull you into a soft kiss.

Quiet hums of content leave both of your mouths, soft lips moving in unison. Paige pulls away first, at her own dismay, staying close to you while whispering, “I have an early present for you baby.” Your eyes widened, you both had agreed to ship presents to Bob’s house in Maryland, no early presents. You should’ve known though, Paige wasn’t foreign to springing surprises onto you, not even just at Christmas time, but throughout the entire year. “Angel, I thought we said no early presents this year?” Paige’s pink lips turn into a grin, “S’nothing, for real, just something I couldn’t ship to my dads house.”

Obviously, your eyebrows furrow, as the only thing Paige wouldn’t be able to send to Bob’s house would be something related to s- “And no, it’s not like that, you really should get your mind outta the gutter.” Paige interrupts your thoughts, nodding her head in disapproval, but was it really your fault for thinking that, just yesterday you opened your apartment door, took one look at the christmas tree, and beneath it? A box from a sex shop, innocently tied with a red ribbon bow around it. Your girlfriend turning the corner with those cheesy rizz hands.

“I wasn’t even thinking that Madison…” Paige suppresses a laugh at this, she knew you, in and out. She sheds the blanket from her, her black sports bra and green plaid pajama pants coming into view, before interlocking her hands with yours, pulling you from your spot on the couch, one that you had been in the last three hours.

Paige guides you to your kitchen island, pulling out the stool for you, “Sit, and no peeking!” You nod, wondering what tricks she had up her sleeve this time. “Okay, make sure those eyes are closed ma!” Paige calls out from the spare room. “They are!” You hear shuffling from behind you, before faint grunts and the sound of wrapping paper moving on the surface in front of you. “Open, baby” Paige says, out of breath. You open your eyes, being met with an interestingly wrapped figure in front of you, half the size of you, at least.

You turn to Paige, being met with the same eager face you see every time she gets you something, her fingers are pulled to her mouth, anxiously biting at her fingernails. When she realizes you’re looking at her, her hands drop to her sides, a swift, “Well, open it!” Ushering out of her mouth. Tearing through the pink wrapping paper, decorated with cats, the soft fur of a plush toy grazes your fingers. You know immediately.

Paige was always upset she couldn’t just put you in her pocket and take you everywhere she went, away games, award shows, you name it, the girl had attachment issues. So, instead of bringing you everywhere, she brought back jellycats, the plush toy correlating to each place she went in some way. You urged her to stop, trying to tell her to not spend so much money on things for you, but as much as you hated the amount she was willing to spend on things that may be viewed as “child-like”, you had taken a liking to the corner of your bed, where the cutest stuffed animals had piled up.

You finally shed all the wrapping paper off the gift, a huge white bunny staring back at you. Your eyes tinge with tears, lips tucked together, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. You jump onto Paige, arms around her neck, while hers wrap around your waist, you both fall to the floor, “Well? Do you like it baby?” You giggle, unwrapping your arms from around her neck, placing both hands beside her head, pushing up just enough to see her face, blonde hair spread like a halo around her, adding to the never ending list of her angel like qualities. “Like it? Are you actually kidding? I told you to stop spending so much money on these!!” Of course, you knew the big cuddly bunny had cost her upwards of $500, you were thinking of buying it yourself for your bedroom. “Stop saying that ma, y’know money means nothing to me, because you’re everything to me.” You see tears from your eyes fall onto Paige’s cheeks, her hand gripping your waist a little tighter as she pulls you into her, stroking your hair as you tell her you love her, over and over.

It was now 3:00 pm, your mittened hand was holding Paige’s as the two of you drove to a cute outdoor christmas tree farm, and even though the chill of the outside was unwavering, your pink puffer jacket, double lined flare leggings, and ugg boots kept you warm, you weren’t foreign to the cold, as you had grown up in Maine. “Winter Things” by Ariana Grande was softly playing through the speakers. Obviously, you were singing the song to the blonde next to you, her small grin peeking through. Her hair was down now, black hoodie that fit a little too tight around her arms, black sweatpants, and since you had insisted on matching in some way, she had thrown on her ugg tasman slippers.

You put on your earmuffs, while Paige puts on her “Supreme” beanie, before Paige swings around to the passenger side of the car, opening your door so you could step out of the car. You were immediately met with the chill New England air, nose and lips going numb by the second. Paige takes your hand in hers, looking down at you before closing her eyes and kissing the top of your head.

Hand in hand, Paige pays for your guys tickets to the activities they had set up at the farm. Sitting down on a bench, you watch Paige lace up her ice skates quickly, murmuring out a, “I’m gon put yours on, don’t even worry about it ma” You wait patiently, taking in your surroundings, a wood concessions stand with chalk drawings of holiday items covering it to your right, while the ice rink was right in front of you. The rink was secluded by tall pine trees, fairy lights strung over head of the rink, and speakers nestled within the trees, playing every christmas song you could think of. Paige drops to her knees, big hands taking your right foot, sliding your ugg boot off and into the ice skate, lacing it up and tying a pretty bow to finish. She repeats the action with your left foot, but as you both stand, Paige wobbles, hand reaching out to find something to grab onto. You offer your hand for balance, laughing at the fearful look in her eyes, and the way she was slightly hunched over, trying to distribute her weight well enough to stand. “I promise you it;s not that funny” Her sassy side coming out, rolling her eyes at your reaction to the situation, “And I promise it is!” You tease her for a little before stepping onto the ice, easily gliding around the rink, lapping Paige multiple times while she holds onto the side rails. You finally slow down, reaching Paige, you take her hand, her frustrated face calming at your touch, you look up at her, “You would think all that footwork on the court would translate well to the rink.” Paige tugs her lips into a tight line, letting out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding, “Ha. Ha. Real funny, must be because i’m so tall” She concludes, proud with her answer. “Okay what… That doesn’t even make sense.” You counter, Paige grabs your face in her hands, “Can you just let me have that one thing baby?” How could you say no, when her bright blue eyes were wide, and questioning you. But, as soon as she lets go of your face, she lands right on her butt, you can’t help but let out a laugh, earning looks from the three other people on the rink. Paige groans, laying down fully, accepting her fate at this point. You see her eyes shoot open, then she sits up, abruptly taking your hand and pulling you down onto her, “Baby! Stop laughing at me!” She says as she tickles you, a good 10 seconds pass, the both of you still on the ground, she takes your face in her hand once again, kissing all over your face, “Say you’re sorry!” Your eyes are tightly shut, bracing yourself for all the kisses she was giving you, “Okay, OKAY! I’m sorry!” Paige stops, pulling away, then pulling you into a long kiss.

2031~ Your eyes flutter open to your wife kissing all over your face, pulling you out of a deep sleep. “G’morning mama” she says, you groan, rubbing your eyes awake, trying to shake the sleep from yourself. After paige had gone #1 in the 2025 draft, you dropped everything to leave Connecticut to live with her in Dallas. After three years playing for the Wings, Paige had requested a trade, tired of the Texas scenery. It had landed her in San Francisco, with the Valkyries. But now, it was Christmas morning, the warm light of your chandelier created a soft glow on Paige’s face. Your legs were intertwined with hers, the comfortable temperature of California in December meant you could sleep with just underwear and a small tank top, it also meant you could have that intimate skin to skin contact with your lover, Paige wearing boxers and a sports bra. You pull yourself out of bed and over to the dresser, throwing on some plaid pajama shorts, and tugging a perfect pink santa hat with your name embroidered on the rim. You open a drawer, reaching for the matching pajama pants Paige had, taking her hat with her name. You toss the clothing over to her. A faint knocking comes from outside your bedroom door, you look at Paige, both smiling, knowing what would accompany it. “Mama? Mom? Santa came!” Your heart gushes at the soft voice, muffled by the barrier of your bedroom door.

Swinging the door open, the hand of your daughter grips yours, pulling you out of your room, “Adelaide! Honey, slow down! We have to wait for Mom!” Your daughter stops, looking up at you with big brown eyes. She was five, and her name had been chosen because of you and Paige’s trip to Australia, the place where you had drunkenly told her you were ready for kids. Here you were, five years later, with the cutest daughter you could ever ask for. You ruffle her hair, and she crosses her arms, frustratingly saying, “Well she should’ve been ready.” Right on queue, hands come up from behind you, holding your waist, looking over your shoulder, the blonde says, “I’m sorry honey, you’re right! I shoulda been ready!” Adelaide grabs one of each of your hands, tugging you guys down the stairs, and to the 8 foot tall Christmas tree in the living room. You and Paige grabbed a blanket, sitting down on the couch, heads on each other. You watched Adelaide, a small frame running around the tree, trying to decide what to open first, Paige occasionally saying something to her mini. Your hands went to your necklace, the one that Paige had given you in your stocking last night, a cartier panthère necklace. Paige notices your nerves, of course. “She’ll love everything ma, she’s literally us.” You sigh, nodding your head at the realization of your happy family. “Okay! Mama, Mom, this one first!” You both look at your daughter, pointing to the biggest gift of them all, Paige hollers out a “Woohoo!” Adelaide rips through the wrapping, eyes lighting up with excitement, “Barbie! Barbie!” She squealed out, jumping up and down at the sight of a Barbie Dreamhouse. You and Paige both laugh at the joy of your daughter, knowing she had been wanting one since her birthday in October. “Nailed it.” Paige whispers in your ear, offering a fist bump to you. She got up, running over to the small girl, putting her hands in her armpits and hoisting her into the air, catching her and nuzzling her head. Your nerves had worn off, first gift jitters soothed as you watched your daughter and your wife. Snuggling into the comfort of your couch, you braced yourself for the long morning ahead, because you and your wife had obviously decided to spoil your daughter rotten.

2064~ Hot chocolate in your hand, you rocked in your rocking chair, looking at your wife, married for 39 years. Wrinkles had now taken to her face, a beautiful reflection of the long and fulfilling life she had lived. You both resided in Maine now, Paige retiring her career, she had promised you that you could pick anywhere to live, feeling bad for you having to follow wherever the W took her, even though you consistently told her that she was your home.

You chose Maine, a small town called Portland, the town being ever welcoming to all people. You found what you were looking for in Portland, a town where everyone had silently agreed to not let the outside world in on every movement between you and Paige. Off the radar. That’s what you wanted. Of course, having the attention of supporters made you feel all the love, but you wanted your final years to be calm, let Paige’s legacy do the talking for her, instead of constant interviews and photos taken of her.

Paige agreed with you, the overwhelming pressure had no doubt weighed on her shoulders, and she made her mark. She knew that. Paige looks at you, her hair was back to its natural color now, brown, except now it had some grey in it, “Beautiful, just like you.” She refers to the colors of the sky, orange, mixed with pale pink and lavender purple, an effect of the day coming to an end. Christmas being a tradition at your guys’ house now, your daughters, Adelaide, and Eloise, flying in with their families. A creak comes from the door behind you, “Mama? Mom? Dinner’s ready!” Your daughter Adelaide called. “One second honey.” You got out, before resting your head on Paige's shoulder, breathing in her perfume, content with the life you guys had made.

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