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metallatch · 1 year

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ellie finding the tampons and it being a small chill silly moment but not in a tampons are icky Joke way was so nice. it’s such a small moment but it was so real. and is one small step in normalizing it.

#this show is doing a good job on making the characters feel like real people.#like Duh she would need tampons #of course she’d stock up on toilet paper #obviously they’d shower #ofc joel would give her some deodorant #surely yeehaw texas man joel would like that kind of old music #it’s so. nice.#tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #text post

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dotchr · 1 year

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Yes, I am cring, how can you tell?

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aglossa · 3 months

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✹✹✹✹✹✹ Characters in order from left to right: Julius, Kelsey, Devon, Oscar, Millie, Nole, Joel

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanart #fnaf fazbear frights #fnaf out of stock #fnaf the new kid #fnaf the breaking wheel #fnaf count the ways #fnaf blackbird #fnaf kids at play #fnaf oscar #fnaf devon #fnaf kelsey #fnaf julius #fnaf millie #fnaf nole #fnaf joel

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fuckyeahpaperco · 5 months

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#fuckyeahpaperco #pedro pascal merch #pedro pascal #pedro pascal gifts #pedro pascal fanart #pedro pascal stationery #pedro pascal office supplies #pedro sticky notes #pedro stickies #tlou #the last of us merch #narcos #tuwomt #the bubble #dieter bravo #joel miller merch #javier peña #javi gutierrez #stock update

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funkyfresh-n-frizzy · 1 year

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I drew myself in different universes :D

#goth #steven universe #steven quartz universe #steven quartz demayo #panty and stocking #the owl house #the diamonds #original art #digital art #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #vocaloid #miku fanart #hatsune miku #ena joel g #dream bbq #the owl house fanart #draw my oc

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kisuette · 1 year

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ƎNA x PASWG

#ena joel g #ena dream bbq #joel guerra #panty and stocking #panty and stocking with garterbelt #pinup #my art

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aurora-ze-aquarius · 1 year

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I was going through some of my old stuff when I found this!

It's Ena!

I think I drew this when I had an artblock?? Idk

But hey! It's them!

#joel g ena #ena #how do I tag??#🌌🖌️#ena fanart #from the stock box

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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 months

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tbt the deh days baking motif interviews like it's time for will roland cooking v'logs while someone is there to pepper in q&a moments & conversation (&/or extended tangents) starters

#or difficult to say how general/extensive his cooking knowledge is but like 4 pts of evidence abt his Meat Heat technique nowadays #and joel crump's bwaytime interview where he builds a little dish spontaneously....tell us more #(he'd slice quarter inch strips of spam & saute them; have on a nicely crusted bread; add a sweet jam; maybe pickled/fermented onions)#maybe there's been an occasion between 2017/18 & now to learn/practice/hone a skill at home....maybe #tragically one Montage where he's sharing his bacon recipe instead cuts the clips around michael park's bacon recipe lmao #like ok noted 350F in an oven for 25min but will introduced the topic & is talking abt fresh cuts & presumed stoveTop cooking. please lol #summer stock grillmaster....& i think another occasion he mentioned his Skills here #also shoutout to that deh Movie baking virtual interview where nik dodani left in the middle to buy some butter #will roland #whatever will talks abt: a banger occasion. cherished deh nhie video where so little is about deh lmao #bits in either deh baking video like little abt deh b/c there was so little they could tell + Character Questions just generally so rare #the [having a bit of room & start sharing hc's for details of jellicle cats' sexuality] gift that we need more of fr keeps on giving #the classic cats tangents of anytime prior. appreciating the summer stock dancing going off like ah #just like will saying he was just fuming about Tepid Applause in the Big Theater for cats elaborate costumed mega dance break. word #talk about dry technical whatever like hell yes engaging & i love information. pool chlorination. what of the lighting knowhow #& the realest point here is oh boy keep scattering scraps of culinary knowledge in whatever random little moments; epic. jot that down #edit that i was like ''did i say sautee; that seems unnecessary. he probably said seared'' & indeed he said sear it on both sides #sounds great i'd want this spam bread jam pickled fermented onions situation. & the bacon of the unheard recipe

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nanoa1foryou · 2 years

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#Blind channel #this one is shorter because so much of the video is stock footage blurry shots and the same camera angles over and over #joel hokka #niko moilanen #niko vilhelm #specific screenshots collection

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scootkiddo · 2 years

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now in general I’m always in a constant flux of trying not to replay the last of us but it’s extra taxing now that it’s FALL. because isn’t this a fall type of game, is that just me?

#it’s a fall game I don’t make the rules #CERTAINLY NOT A WINTER GAME GOD NO #I wanna wait to get a ps5 and play the remake but the ps5 stock is made up of nothing except cobwebs and a lone tumbleweed #the last of us #the last of us part 1 #joel miller #tlou #ellie tlou

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bowl-of-fruit-loops · 1 year

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if Joel can’t hear enemies through multiple concrete walls is it really a faithful adaptation

#tlou #I wanna see Joel go stock still and suddenly know the location of every runner in the area #the last of us

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barcadlyservices · 4 months

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Blog Posting Date : 01 Jan 2024 Disclaimer- For Educational Purpose Only, Should not be considered as a Investment Advice “The Conviction Club” Knowledge Series Post For the past 2-2.5 years, FIIs have sold a lot. Even after that we did well because of strong DII flows, thanks to domestic flows.

#Peek into Investor’s Rights #leverage in financial management #joel greenblatt magic formula #combined leverage formula #what is ev ebitda #vix india index #Psychology of A Market Cycle #special situations examples #special situation stocks in india #vix index india #stock market courses in bangalore #stock market mentor in bangalore #financial alpha blog #super master class #psychology of stock market #special situation investing #bangalore stock market training #best stock market training in chennai

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quotes-by-dilanka · 1 year

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While to many “time is money,” it’s probably more universal to say that “money is time.” After all, time is the currency of everyone’s life. When it’s spent, the game is over. One of the great benefits of having money is the ability to pursue those great accomplishments that require the gifts of being and time. In fact, you can’t raise a family or make your contribution to society without these gifts. So, while money can’t buy you happiness or even satisfaction, it might buy you something else. If viewed in the proper light, it can buy you time—the freedom to pursue the things that you enjoy and that give meaning to your life.

—Joel Greenblatt, You can be a stock market genius

#joel greenblatt #money #time #investing #stock market #meaning

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thetriumphantpanda · 5 months

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i saw mommy kissing santa claus | joel miller

Summary | Your daughter catches you kissing santa... or does she?

Word Count | 1.3K

Warnings | Mentions of traditional Christmas (A tree, gift giving ect), Joel dressed as Santa, Joel being a daddy again, Joel AS A HUSBAND, smut but not super explicit - oral sex (f) and unprotected PiV, just general fluff really.

Authors note | Firstly, I have to give a huge shoutout to @wildemaven - the Dave York piece she posted recently definitely inspired this little Drabble, along with being stuck in a car with my bestie for three hours with the Christmas radio blaring. This is just some sweet Christmas fluff for us all!

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The way the snow flurries fall outside are still a wonder to you, even after seven years of winters in Jackson. The warmth you remember from Christmas before the end of the world is a distant memory now, the open windows and the light breeze of December now replaced with the biting cold and the four layers you must wear inside your home to keep as warm as possible. It’s magical though, the way it looks picture perfect, just like the movies you would watch back then. If you could, you’d take a photo of it, use it as the family Christmas card.

Turning around from the window, the room is bathed in the orange glow from the fire you set a few hours earlier. The lamp, on Joel’s side of the couch is also helping, as are the frosty lights wrapped haphazardly around the tree, in making it feel normal. Because really it is. This has been your life for the past five years, putting up a tree, setting small gifts under it like you always had before all of this. The three stockings set above the fireplace, ready to be filled in the next few hours – the precursor of joy the following morning.

Sofia had thankfully gone to bed with little fuss tonight. Finally old enough to understand that the earlier she went to sleep, the earlier she could wake up to find out if Santa had paid her a visit. She hadn’t been planned, but then when were children ever a plan in this new world? You’d been scared, Joel had been terrified, but in the end, she had been the most wonderful thing to happen to the both of you.

You settle on the couch, letting the warmth from the fire soothe the aches that the cold now settles across your bones. You’re almost able to fall asleep, when, with clockwork timing, Joel tears open the front door, a flurry of snow and cold following him in as he closes it behind him. You struggled to stifle a giggle as you turn to look at him.

Dressed head to toe in a Santa costume that is far too big for him, not enough time for the town seamstress to do anything other than pin the sides of the trousers in. The hat on his head is almost covering his eyes, his hand pushing it back to sit properly, as he deposits the sack, once full of tiny gifts but now empty, on the ground. He’s got a fake beard on to cover most of his face so that none of the children that did see him would know it was Joel.

“Wow,” You muse lightly, standing from the couch, “I thought it was customary to wait for everyone to go to sleep before you turned up?”

There’s a slight grumble from under his beard as you step closer to him, watching as he pulls the fake beard down to sit around his neck, his beautiful face finally revealed. You set your back against the closed door, leaning against it, fluttering your eyelashes slightly.

“Did you bring us presents, Santa?” You ask, voice sultry and low.

“Depends,” Joel says, voice just as low, “Have you been a good girl this year?”

That low, southern drawl shoots straight between your legs, thighs rubbing together as you shrug at him, wrinkle your nose a little, “You’d have to ask my husband.”

You watch as he smirks, steps a little closer to you, his gloved hand wrapping around your waist, “What would he say?”

“That I can be a handful,” You bite at your bottom lip, “But ultimately, I always do as I’m told.”

Joel leans down, as slowly as possible, mouth so close you can feel his breath across your lips, your body tugged closely to his own now, “Well then,” He muses, “If you’ve been a good girl, it’s only right you get your gift.”

His mouth is on yours in no time, softly pressed against yours, his hand clutching your body close to his as you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing up on your tiptoes so your mouth is finally flush with his own. You open your mouths at the same time, tongues meeting as Joel groans into your mouth, hands pulled from your body just long enough to tear the gloves off his hands, shoving them straight under the hem of your shirt, resting at your waist to move you gently from the door to the couch.

He sets you down on your back, fumbling his big body to cover yours as those hands of his work to undo your jeans - tearing them down your legs enough so he can put his mouth on you. You feel weirdly like a teenager, fumbling with someone on the couch like this, biting down on your fist in order to keep quiet as Joel’s tongue works across your soaked cunt, drinking you down, tipping you over the edge twice with his mouth - the second, with his fingers buried deep inside you - trying to keep yourself as quiet as you can, you know the other option is waking your daughter and having to spend the rest of the night trying to get her to go back to sleep.

It gets harder to hold that noise in when Joel pulls you onto his lap, trousers pushed down just enough for you to sink down onto his cock, that stupid Santa jacket unbuttoned, pushed off his shoulders, your mouth biting down on his skin as he fucks up into you, his hands gripping the meat of your ass to keep you still.

It’s messy, it lasts probably less than five minutes, Joel spilling himself inside of you, your mouth pulled from his shoulder, bite mark evident as he moves you gently, puts himself right so he can carry you up the stairs, tuck you both into bed, his warm body next to yours as you both drift off to sleep, sated and happy.

Then, the next morning, with Sofia on her knees in front of the tree, you sat on the couch, curled into Joel’s side with a smile on your face at the elation your daughter finds in tearing the paper off her gifts, she says something no-one expects.

“Daddy?” She says, big brown eyes looking up at the two of you.

“Yes, Darlin’?”

“Mommy was kissing Santa last night.”

You almost choke on your coffee, spluttering to try and keep your composure, praying to the Almighty that it was just the kissing she saw. Joel though, is cool as a cucumber.

“Is that right?” He asks, looking down at you with a wink.

“Yeah!” Sofia exclaims, “I saw her last night.”

“You were supposed to be in bed.” You chastise her lightly, “What were you doing up?”

“I heard the door open,” She says, so matter-of-factly that it’s like having a conversation with an adult, “I wanted to meet him.”

“Well, you see,” Joel speaks, “Sometimes, to get your presents from Santa, he’s gotta ask for somethin’ in return, all that travellin’ in one night and he sees your pretty mama?” He shakes his head, “I’d ask her for a kiss too.”

She mulls it over a little, small hands holding onto an unopened gift, then clearly accepts the explanation as she tears into the paper.

“Nicely saved,” You whisper into his ear, lips pressing a kiss to the delicate skin behind it, “Christmas is saved.”

“Oh baby,” He whispers back, taking the lull in Sofia’s attention on the two of you to look down at you, “You can’t think you can kiss Santa and get away with it?” His low voice sends a silver down your spine, “You’re gonna have to make up for that later."

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Joel/Reader, Just the tip

Maybe reader is a virgin/kind of innocent, and Joel is in some position of power over her.

Joel keeps begging to fuck her and finally convinces her to let him out just the tip in, but of course, once that’s in, he wants more :)

Just the Tip

1.4k | Joel x innocent!F!Reader | master list

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, high-pressure, power imbalance dubcon, unsafe PIV, no outbreak, AU where he gets very successful at contracting. Sequel HERE.

The first time Joel Miller touched you, it was after you finished cleaning his house. You'd walked in on him in a towel the week before, and when you apologized and tried to leave that room, he insisted it was fine. You’d seen him swim naked in his pool too, when he knew full well you were cleaning the kitchen with an excellent view through his huge windows. When he asked you to stay for a drink one night, you resisted, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you joined him in his living room. He was in a high-back leather chair. You sat on the chaise at his urging, crossing your ankles modestly, shyly looking away while his devious eyes ate you alive.

He beckoned you with his hand on his lap and said, "C'mere, sugar," before finishing off his drink and putting it down. You lowered your head shyly and laughed it off as a joke, but you knew it wasn't. He never tried to hide how hungrily he looked at you. Knowing Mr. Miller thought of you that way secretly made you wet. You thought about him in your most private moments. He was a very attractive man.

"C'mere just a minute," he said, softer. You shyly obliged. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled deeply.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered into your hair. He kissed the nape of your neck then wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you all the way into him. You let out a little gasp as the hardness in his pants pressed into your hip. His large hand slowly crept up your thigh, under your dress, and you stopped him. He looked at you almost bemused.

"Okay," he smiled.

"It's just that, no one's ever."

He smiled kindly. He asked if you wanted him to. You said "Not today." You weren’t sure why you chose those words.

"Not today," he agreed, and smoothed your dress back down.

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As time went on, he worked his way into your panties. First, you let him rub you over your stockings, then you let him take your stockings off and slip a finger in your panties. One day he put your hand on his package and the way you blushed made him swell even harder. He took it out and helped you jerk him off, and his face when he came made your knees weak.

Another day, he had you straddle him with your naked loins together, his hard cock gliding against your hot, dripping seam. He watched your mouth fall open, then covered it with his, kissing you for the first time as he gently rocked you into him. Your cheeks burned and you were more aroused than ever before. He gave you an orgasm – your first from another person– rubbing you against his cock then finishing you off with his fingers.

He always wanted more. The next time, he laid you down on the chaise, hovered over you, grinded himself into you, occasionally dipping his head for a kiss. Then he gave you head and your moan echoed off his high ceilings as you came. Then, he coaxed you into putting your lips around his cock and you let him fuck your face.

Soon, he told you how good it would feel having him inside you. Your body was already sure of this fact, but you resisted. He didn't exactly get aggressive, but he asked you every day. He was determined to convince you. He started denying you orgasms, nearly making you cry. He'd say, "just an inch, see how it feels, if you don't like it I swear I'll never ask you again."

The tip of his cock was not insignificant. About the size of a persian lime. Plus, it wasn't a matter of whether you'd like it. You wanted your first time to be with someone who loved you.

But Joel persisted.

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Eventually, on a dark day with sheets of rain flowing down his floor-to-ceiling windows, after he edged you to death with his mouth, you finally agreed – just the tip.

"Just this, okay?" He thumbed the weeping head of his cock.

He laid you back on the chaise, knelt over you, then rested his forearm under your arm. He lined himself up, dragged the swollen head up and down your folds and clit, then nestled it at your dripping entrance.

"How's that feel? Feel okay?" he asked

You nodded.

"Ready?"

It was such a big moment, you were on the verge of tears. You really weren’t sure, but you nodded, almost imperceptibly.

He bit his lip and inhaled deeply through his nose as he pushed just barely inside, about half the tip, and you winced with a soft moan.

"Still good?"

You nodded.

He clenched his jaw and swallowed, then came the rest of his tip, and you groaned as his girth stretched you like you’d never felt before.

"Oh, fuck," he exhaled. "God you're fuckin' tight." He breathed deeply. "That feel good?"

"Yeah," you said.

"Good. good girl. you're doing great, baby." He thumbed your clit, rewarding your compliance.

You arched your back.

"You want a little more?"

"Not today," you said. You had already made yourself a promise.

"You sure? Not just a little?" He rocked forward ever so slightly pushing a centimeter further, then retreating back to just the tip with a ragged exhale. His face looked physically pained.

"Jesus, fuck," he sighed. He stopped working your clit. "Tip's the biggest part, baby. You can take that, You can take it all."

"I dunno," you hesitated.

"Just a little more, baby, you’re doin’ so good" he begged, the vein on his neck bulging. If his face was any indication, it was a herculean feat not to shove all of himself inside you. His hair began to stick wetly to his forehead.

He very slowly started thumbing your clit again and you moaned. Something blossomed open inside you and you yearned to be filled more.

He turned on his side a little and his large hand lifted your top leg over his, turning you toward him. You faced each other, his tip still inside you. There was more contiguity between your bodies this way. He kissed you passionately, kneaded your breast, and the tip of his cock twitched inside you, creeping just a tad bit further.

He broke the kiss to look deep in your eyes and whisper, "Come on, baby, it'll feel so good. We'll do it slow, real slow."

You thought about it over a long silence, and he was so convincing, you couldn’t come up with a reason enough not to. It didn’t occur to you that you didn’t need a reason. You eventually asked, "really slow?"

His face lit up. "As slow as you want."

"Okay."

He kissed you so hard when you said that.

"Gotta tell me when you want more, sugar"

You nodded "a little more."

He groaned and proceeded just a little further, squeezing a moan out of you.

"Ok, baby, how's it feel, you ok?"

The loud wash of the heavy rain comforted you.

"Yeah," you nodded.

"More," you said. He was shaking, biting his lip, squeezing his brows together as he tried to restrain himself, pushing just a little more.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so tight.”

Then, you said, "all of it."

"You sure baby?"

You nodded "I want it all."

You didn't have to ask him again. He retreated slightly, then plunged his whole length into you, parting your insides with a shudder and a groan, filling you to the brim with his thick, hard cock, a look on his face you'd never seen anywhere before. He stayed inside perfectly still for a few seconds and moaned softly. He kissed your throat, then put his forehead on yours.

"You good baby?"

"Yeah," you nodded.

He pulled back, then filled you up again, and said, "fuck, baby you feel so good."

He buried himself in you a few more times, each thrust feeling so much bettr than the last. It wasn't long before he said "oh, fuck, I'm gonna come.” He pulled out, spilling his hot seed all over your pussy and mound.

He finished you off orally, licking his own spend from your folds, and then held you close and caressed you tenderly, telling you how good you did.

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You were a little sore that week, but you felt more empty than sore. After just that one time, you began to feel incomplete without him inside you.

If you like this one, here are my other similar stories:

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JUST THE TIP 2

Night Talks (best friend's dad, getting high) - night talks

Left in Lincoln (series) - lincoln master list

Silence can never be bought isn't loss of virginity but it takes them forever to have sex.

Anyone want some lore?

I have a dbf!Joel story. Part 2 of it introduces: The same house -- incl. floor to ceiling windows with a view of the pool. Same cock lmao (prominent tip). And Joel implies he's fucked at least one of his maids in the past. So this just-the-tip Joel could be that dbf!Joel like 5-10 years prior.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #pedro pascal #toxicanonymity ☠️#joel miller fic #pedro pascal fic #ask box

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inkedells · 1 year

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I have a request if you’re looking for one! Your innocent reader with the plushies has my mind SPINNING. How about Joel making her squirt for the first time? I can just imagine the reader getting all anxious about the sensation she’s feeling and Joel realizing she’s about to squirt. I know he’d talk her through it so good 🥵😩

oh. em. ef. gee. thank you for absolutely blessing me with this request

A/N: sequel to my dbf!joel fic featuring plushies, and now squirting (things get absolutely filthy so consider this your content warning for a joel who's so absolutely obsessed with reader squirting). read the first part to this AU here, but this can also be read as a standalone!

words: ~700

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mdni! | requests open but responses not guaranteed.

Joel sat naked, propped up against your plushies just as you were the other night, his legs splayed out in front of him to make room for you. With the back of your head resting on his chest and your legs intertwining with his, he was rhythmically rubbing your clit as his hard cock subtly grinded against your back.

“You like it when I play with you like this, cupcake?”

Your head thrashing, your hands reached up behind you to find his face and bring it down for you to kiss him. The angle was difficult, but the way it forced the kiss to be nothing more than a sloppy clash of your mouths only made it hotter.

“Wore these stockings just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as Joel’s free hand caressed the lace that hugged your thigh.

“You’re my fuckin’ toy,” Joel rasped, stretching the fabric until it snapped back against your sensitive skin and pulled a whine out of you, “Say it. Say, ‘I'm your toy, Joel.’”

“I’m—fuck—I’m your… I'm your toy.” As Joel continued to rub your swollen clit, an urge began to creep up on you, something you didn’t know how to explain—but you blurted out what you thought it was despite the embarrassment of it all.

“I think I have to pee... oh god.”

Immediately, Joel knew you were about to squirt. But he said nothing, instead playing with you even more strategically.

“Joel, seriously, I’m,” a shaky whine when he let the fingers of the hand which was previously caressing your leg, slip inside your pussy, “I’m not lying, please.”

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, seemingly contemplating something. “Touch yourself.”

“W-What, no, I have to…” You cut yourself off and began to push Joel’s hand away from you in an effort to get up and address what you believed to be “the issue” between your legs.

Joel immediately pulled you back against him. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

Tears prickling your eyes, you blinked them away before nodding and forcing your tense muscles to relax.

"What are you?"

"I'm your--I'm your good girl."

"Then do what I say. Touch yourself, little girl, let me show you what it's like to fuck my face 'till you're dumb."

Whimpering, you shakily began rubbing circles on your clit. You felt extremely overstimulated, to the point where your legs were vibrating with it. With rapid breaths, you felt Joel slip out from beneath you and place himself with his face between your legs.

His eyes never left yours as he gripped your wrist and pulled your hand away from your pussy before licking a slow, long stripe along your seam. A few more licks, and his fingers were back on your clit, this time moving back and forth rapidly as his own hips fucked your sheets. The tingling feeling only grew more intense, forcing your pent-up energy to manifest into actions, actions like your hands flying to his hair, pulling on it with fervor, your convulsing torso, and the opening and closing motions of your trembling legs.

Joel saw all these signs and took it as his signal to give you your final instruction before he stuck out his tongue.

“In my mouth, fuck, please. Put it in my mouth.”

You didn’t understand what he meant until it was happening.

With your feet planted flat on the bed and your hands shooting to clutch your plushies, your entire body shook with it as clear liquid gushed out of you in pulses, splashing Joel’s tongue and soaking the bottom half of his face. It felt extraordinary, like nothing you had ever felt before, and you knew the pleasure of it all was intensely heightened by Joel’s receptiveness to it; the way he moaned as he drank you down and continued playing with your pussy, eagerly grinding his cock against the mattress, mumbling praises when he could, telling you how good you tasted and returning to finger fucking you in an effort to coax even more out of you.

“Beautiful, god, so beautiful, I need more,” Joel pressured, groaning in frustration when the stream stopped. “F-Fucking give me—give me more.” His mouth closed around your clit and began to suck. As if sensing that you were about to protest his ministrations, he swatted your inner thigh and rasped out in a voice hoarse from arousal, “I’m not stopping until you give me what I want, sweetheart.”

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