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i wanna be your lover | joel miller
pairing/AU: 70s!pornstar!joel miller x inexperienced!female reader
summary: miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! reader is 23, joel is in his early 30s, swearing, misogyny (bc of the times™), accuracies and inaccuracies about the 70s, drinking of alcohol, smoking of cigarettes (it’s the 70s alright), mentions of a bad previous sexual encounter and losing your virginity, use of pet names, porn (obviously lmao), sextoys, only one bed, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (don’t do it!!), no use of y/n
a/n: i had fun with this one, but it turned out to be longer than i first intended. i hope people will like it still! also big thank you to @dustydaddyyy, for proofreading this
main masterlist / series masterlist / ao3
Under a pink and orange Los Angeles sky, your platforms clicked against the sidewalk. Day left an hour ago, dipping behind the green hills of Laurel Canyon. Walking down The Strip, arms linked with your friend Deborah, the street bustled in the awakening night. Music spilled from clubs and bars, seducing the dressed-up crowd passing by this Friday night.
“Do a little dance, make a little love,”
“This,” Deborah emphasized, coming to a stop outside a club, “is exactly what you need tonight to get your mind off everything.”
She clutched your arm tighter to her body, almost like she was afraid you’d run off, and maybe she had good reason to think you would. You weren’t exactly in the right mood to party. Only a few hours ago, you’d gotten fired from your job. Three years as Mr. Cooper’s personal assistant down the drain.
Mr. Cooper was the creative director, and one of the partners at the advertisement agency where you’d worked. He was an important man, and he’d dealt with all kinds of clients on a daily basis. For you, it had been a learning curve of a job. You had no prior experience as a personal assistant, and it had been intimidating.
You’d only just moved to the City of Angels when you’d gotten the job. With next to no money, having left behind your family and your small town, you were desperate for a job. When you’d seen the ad in the newspaper, left behind on the table of a café near your apartment, you’d stepped out on the sidewalk immediately to find a payphone. During the interview Mr. Cooper had looked you up and down and scowled as he’d read your resume. You’d shrank in your seat under his gaze, but even with your lacking resume, Mr. Cooper had hired you on the spot.
Later, during your first full week at your new job, you’d come to discover why Mr. Cooper had hired you so quickly – he’d been desperate for a new assistant. Overhearing some of the other ladies whispering to each other during lunch, you’d been able to piece together exactly why. Apparently, Mr. Cooper and his former personal assistant had been having an affair. He’d gotten her pregnant and wanted nothing to do with her or the baby – he was a married man after all. This was where the story had gotten hazy, and the grape vine sang different songs. One version of the story said he’d forced her to get an abortion and riddled with grief over the dead baby and their failing relationship, she’d quit her job and moved back to her parents in Maine. While the other version of the story said that, rightfully angry at Mr. Cooper for not taking any responsibility over their situation, she’d gone to visit his wife at home to tell her about what’s been going on. Which story was the truth, you don’t know. What you did know, was that Mr. Cooper was still married, and his previous assistant was no longer working for him.
Even if the job had been intimidating at first, you’d quickly gotten used to it. You stayed on top of everything: Mr. Copper’s clients, his calls, his schedule. Ordered flowers for his wife, and even sent boxes of chocolates to his various paramours. You’d made sure the bar in his office was always stacked with his favorite bourbon, and most importantly: you’d made sure to be seen and not heard. It’s what he told you, in the job interview, that he wanted.
You had thought you were doing a good job, but clearly, Mr. Cooper had been laboring under a different impression…
Your day had started like every other day – normal. You’d arrived at work fifteen minutes before Mr. Cooper, like always. Dutifully greeting him with a sweet “Good morning, sir!” at your desk, and served him his morning coffee minutes later. The day continued like normal, occupied with calls and speaking to clients, you had no idea what shocking message you’d receive at the end of your day.
Outside the club, you gave Deborah a meek smile which faded when you saw the line snaking its way down the street, “Sure, but… we’ll never get in.”
“Get down tonight, get down tonight,”
The words of KC And The Sunshine Band traveled through the open club door, the music filled the warm summer air.
“Don’t worry, babes!” she beamed, “I know the owner.” With an overdramatic wink and a giggle, she pulled you towards the bouncer.
“Baby, baby, I'll meet you, same place, same time,”
“How exactly do you know the owner of this place?” you queried, as you passed through the door of the club while the music got louder and louder.
“Where we can get together, and ease up our mind,”
“Let’s just say we had a weekend together…,” she giggled, “and I got to know him very… intimately.”
Your eyes widened at her implications, and Deborah giggled even louder.
“Don’t look so surprised!” she laughed, “I’m all about free love,” she joked, putting up a peace sign.
A heat burned your cheeks. Still, after three years in LA you needed to constantly remind yourself that you weren’t in your small rural hometown anymore. No one was going to arrest you for talking about sex. Nevertheless, the habit was hard to shake, and the roots of the rules you’d grown up with – the ones that had taught you to be the perfect student and the perfect daughter – stayed embedded in your mind.
“So…” Deborah started, her back against the bar while she took her first sip of her Apple Martini. She’d ordered you some fruity cocktail you’d never had before that she swore you’d like. “What exactly did that sad excuse of a man say to you when he fired you?”
With a scrunch of your nose, you turned your attention to your drink, taking a sip. It tasted sugary, but fresh, one of those dangerous drinks where you couldn’t taste the alcohol.
“Let’s not talk about it?” you sighed, shooting Deborah another meek smile.
She returned your smile, but it was full of pity. “You’re right! Let’s not– Let’s forget that fucker,” she said, taking a generous sip of her drink, “you’ll easily get a new job! I know it!” she smiled.
Not soon after Deborah had finished her first drink, a man interrupted your conversation. The man was tall, with black wild hair, pork chops and a matching mustache. He was wearing a flower-patterned shirt tucked into a pair of brown bell-bottoms. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing dark chest hair and a gold chain. He wasn’t bad looking.
His hand on Deborah’s back didn’t seem to bother her, quite the opposite, she jumped excitedly, throwing her hands around his neck in greeting. You couldn’t hear what he whispered in her ear over the music, but it made her laugh.
“This is Tommy! He owns the club,” Deborah introduced you.
With a friendly smile, you shook Tommy’s hand and introduced yourself. His grip was firm, not like those people that made shaking their hand feel like gripping a dead fish. You decided that it was a good sign.
“So– are ya enjoyin’ yourselves, ladies?” he asked with a charming smile.
“Oh, yes!” Deborah smiled, her painted nails landing on his bicep, “But I think we’d enjoy ourselves even more after another drink.”
With a knowing smile and an easy laugh, Tommy ushered the bartender closer. “’nother round for these two beautiful ladies,” he ordered, “and… they’re drinkin’ on the house for the rest of the night,” he added, sending Deborah a wink.
The bartender served you your second drink just as Tommy convinced Deborah to dance with him. Quickly, she downed her Apple Martini before she turned to you, guilt written all over her face.
“You okay by yourself for a little bit?”
“Yeah– sure!” you nodded, “Go have fun!”
With a sorry smile and a promise to be right back, Deborah left you at the bar, dragged out on the dancefloor by Tommy.
Left to your own devices, you still felt a little awkward. This was supposed to be a girls night. Pushing off the bar, you turned to lean your back against it. You bopped your head to the music, trying to not look so out of place. In your hands, your drink was slippery from the condensation around the glass. Out on the dancefloor, the crowd looked like it moved in slow motion through the blinking lights, bodies twisting their hips and grooving to the beat. You took another sip.
It’s a strange feeling, feeling so alone, while surrounded by a crowd of people. To your, a couple gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes as they passed a cigarette back and forth, a ribbon of smoky white, clouded them in a love fog. They leaned closer, sharing a kiss. You quickly averted your eyes, desperate for something else to rest your eyes on.
Instead, they fell on a man.
You locked eyes with him from across the room. Clad in tight denim he sat casually in a booth in the corner, legs spread slightly. His hand was wrapped around a whisky glass, with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. With a shy smile, you quickly looked away again, eyes back to watching the bodies on the dancefloor. You took another sip of your drink, trying to act casual.
He wasn’t watching you, was he? Why would he? No one usually looked at you twice.
You were no good at this. Flirting. You were painfully awful at it to be completely honest. Too shy to be sexy, and never interesting enough, or pretty enough for a second date.
Your experience with dating didn’t really go further than the few dates you’d gone on with John, from accounting. He’d acted so sweet: opened doors for you, held out your chair, kissed you at your doorstep at the end of the night. He had been a dream. Then on your third date, he’d invited you back to his place for a nightcap. One thing led to another, and soon you were laying under him as he thrusted inside you. It was your first time – and he hadn’t known. It had hurt so much; you’d turned your face away so he wouldn’t see your tears. After, he’d called you a cab, not bothering to even kiss you goodbye. In the office the next day, he’d pretended like you’d never even existed: no more tender kisses, no more door opening, no more smiles. Your dream had turned into a nightmare.
He’d pulled you aside during lunch and told you it wouldn’t work out between the two of you. You were just such different people. You’d deflated like a balloon at his words, sinking into your chair as you watched him walk down the corridor back to his cubicle. To make matters worse you’d overheard him say, to some of his colleges by the watercooler, how awful in bed you’d been. It had been humiliating. And now, every time you as much as attempted to flirt with someone, a bell of shame rang in your ears.
The man couldn’t have looked at you. He’d for sure only looked in the direction of the bar. But something burned your cheek, and you couldn’t fight your eyes from trailing back in his direction.
Dark hair and a tidy mustache. Lips pulled up into a cheeky smile as you locked eyes with him again. He took a drag of his cigarette, and the fire lit up his handsome face. You felt something pool in your stomach. His gaze still on you as he exhaled, challenging you with a raised eyebrow. Again, your cheeks burned, and you had to look away. Suddenly, your own platform shoes looked extremely interesting.
“I remember when rock was young, me and Susie had so much fun,”
The sound of Elton John was the perfect distraction from the alluring stranger. You were sure that if you looked back at him again, you’d only embarrass yourself. You always did. Slurping up the rest of your drink, you pushed off the bar, and headed towards the dancefloor.
“Holding hands and skimming stones. Had an old gold Chevy, and a place of my own,”
Moving your hips to the beat you vanished in the bodies. And soon you were “hopping and bopping” to the Crocodile Rock, singing loudly along with the crowd to “Laa, la-la-la-la-laa”.
The air was clammy and stuffy, and sweat clung to your skin, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to care. You were here to leave your shitty day behind. To dance it away. You moved through the crowd; a smile bright on your face while your feet couldn’t stay still. The handsome stranger in the booth, already forgotten.
As the song faded out, a new song faded in. It was slower. A slightly erotic, but melodic guitar filled the room, accompanied by a luring salsa rhythm. You slowed down your dancing. It felt like you were threading through water.
“Ain't got nobody that I can depend on. Ain't got nobody that I can depend on,”
A pair of hands landed on your hips, making you jump. Behind you, you heard the deep chuckle of a man.
“Relax, darlin’,” he whispered in your ear, moving your hips in time with his.
You leaned back against his body; head tipped back against his broad chest to get a look at the man. Your stranger from the booth. He wore a cocky smirk, but he didn’t come across as full of himself. He was confident. Confident in the way he held your body – big hands splayed over your hips. Confident in the way he danced, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and he did.
“Ain't got no one (no tengo a nadie). That I know of (no tengo a nadie). That I can depend on (no tengo a nadie),”
You let him move your body, turning you around to take your hand in his, pulling you closer to his chest. He smelled like cigarettes and cologne. He’d been watching you, you realized, not the bar. Interested enough in you to follow you out on the dancefloor. It intimidated you, but under the intimidation it also excited you.
He led your movements. You were no dancer, but he made it so easy, spinning you around with ease before pulling you back towards his body. The eye contact was intense, like he was searching for your soul. Santana’s wailing guitar and the stranger’s hand at your waist was the only thing grounding you to the moment.
“I ain't got nobody, that I can depend on (no tengo a nadie),”
The song reached its climactic end. The man spun you one last time before he pulled you tight against his chest. It was like the song’s ending had broken a spell over the two of you, the air of sensuality was gone, and replaced by his genuine smile and breathy laugh.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked you over the funky bassline of Eagles’ One of These Nights.
Wide-eyed, “Please,” was the only thing you could utter.
With a hand resting at the small of your back he led you through the crowd towards the bar, where he got the bartender’s attention immediately.
“An Old Fashioned for me Doug, and…” he looked towards you with a smile.
“Um… a Tequila Sunrise?” you said with a shy smile.
“A Tequila Sunrise, for this beautiful lady,” he told the bartender.
Grabbing one of the bar stools he sat down and gestured for you to do the same. You’d just about sat down before he leaned forward, grabbed a hold of your stool, and pulled you closer to him. A squeal escaped you before it turned into a giddy laugh.
“Thank you, Doug!” he told the bartender when he returned with your drinks.
“On a first name basis with the bartender– you here often?” you asked him, taking a sip of your drink.
“Not as often as I’d liked– it’s my lil’ brother’s club,” he told you, taking a sip of his own drink.
“You’re Tommy’s brother?” you wondered with a frown, a little shocked.
“You know Tommy?” he asked, equally shocked.
You shrugged, “Yes– well… not really.”
He took another sip of his drink, eyes urging you to go on.
“I met him earlier– he’s… well,” you didn’t know how to explain it, “I’m here with my friend Deborah, and I guess her and Tommy are…” you trailed off.
“Fuckin’?” he finished for you, grin wide on his face.
You only nodded, swallowing down another sip of your drink.
“Yeah, I’ve heard all about Deborah…” he trailed off with a look on his face like he knew a secret, “… but nothing about her beautiful friend.”
You huffed out a laugh and turned your head, heat traveling up your neck to your cheeks, “I’m not sure there’s much to know.”
“How about your name?” he suggested.
You turned back to look at him, really look at him.
Had Deborah set him up for this?
You wouldn’t put it past her if she had. She was always urging you to go out with her. To clubs, to parties in The Hills, on double dates. You wanted to go, you really did, but a voice in the back of your head always held you back. You’d thought moving to LA would be the remedy. All alone in a big city would surely help you come out of your shell, right? The harsh reality had been that LA hadn’t magically fixed you. You’d thought you’d be a completely different person here, but you’d packed your insecurities in your baggage. The only person who was gonna help you out of your shell, you’d started to realize… was you.
Putting on a brave face, disguised as a friendly smile, you gave him your name. The man was silent for a moment, nodding as he brought his lips to the rim of his glass again, taking another sip of his drink. It made you hold your breath.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said eventually with an easy grin. His compliment sent a warmth to your cheeks, while you fought an urge to squinch your face with embarrassment.
After a second of silence, you raised a brave eyebrow at him, “What about your name? Or shall I just call you Tommy’s brother?”
He chuckled lightly, eyes glinting, before he cleared his throat, “Name’s Joel.”
“Joel,” you repeated with a nod, making his cocky smile wider. Tasting his name on your tongue, you decided it sounded pleasant on your lips.
“So– you’re Deb’s friend?” Joel started, to which you confirmed with a nod. “How come she’s never brought you ‘round before?” he wondered with a sip of his drink.
You gave him a relaxed shrug, “I’m not much of a drinker– if I’m honest.”
He leaned forward, like he was about to whisper a secret to you, “You are aware of the fact that you’re in a club, aren’t you?” he teased.
Your mouth dropped open before you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Shut up,” you said, “I’m not usually much of a drinker… at least not without good reason.”
“So, what’s the good reason?” Joel asked, raising a single eyebrow, “Boyfriend dumped ya?”
“Boss dumped me, actually…” you corrected, “I got fired.”
Joel sucked some air between his teeth, “Ouch… you better get another drink, then.” He turned his body towards the bar to casually raise a hand, getting the attention of Doug.
You let out a scoffing laugh, shaking your head at his teasing tone, “Maybe I will.”
As you finish your Tequila Sunrise, Joel ordered you another one, and one for himself. You felt hot to the touch. The alcohol coursed through your body like liquid courage, it traveled through your bloodstream, greasing the part of yourself where your confidence laid dormant.
“What did you work as?” he asked, sipping his own Tequila Sunrise.
“I am–was…” you corrected, “a personal assistant.”
“A good one?” Joel wondered.
Taking a large sip of your drink, you tried to swallow down your failure.
“You’d have to ask my boss,” you breathed out.
“The one that fired ya?” he returned with a cocky smile, and you fought an urge to roll your eyes.
Sitting up a little straighter you narrowed your eyes at him, “What do you do, then? If you’re so good at your job?”
“Never said I was good at it,” he shrugged, cocky grin not going anywhere.
“You gonna make me ask you again?” you deadpanned, your shyness shedding with every sip of your drink.
Joel looked amused, like he was in on a secret only he knew. You continued to stare at him, raising a challenging eyebrow at his continued silence.
“I’m an actor,” he confessed.
You couldn’t hide the impressed look that crossed your face. Sure, you’d been in LA for three years, he wasn’t the first actor you’d met, and he for sure wouldn’t be the last, but it was something about the way he said it.
“A good one?” you used his own words against him, making him chuckle.
He took another sip of his drink, “I’d like to think so,” he smiled, looking at you over the rim of his glass.
“Anything I’d know?” you wondered, watching him put his glass down.
The corners of his mouth twitched into what looked like an ironic smirk, “God, I kinda of hope not,” he said, eyes trailing the scratches and dents in the dark wood of the bar.
You both went quiet, as you sipped your drinks. You’d started to wonder if you’d maybe said something wrong, when Joel cleared his throat.
“Not to mix business with pleasure–” he started, turning towards you, mouth twitching again at the innuendo, “but I happen to be looking for an assistant.”
“Oh, really?” you deadpanned, convinced he was pulling your leg.
“You don’t believe me?” he breathed out a chuckle.
“Let’s see: a strange man dances with me in a club,” you held up a finger, “then buys me a drink, then offers me a job? I may not be from around here, but I’m not stupid enough to believe that one.” You laughed with a shake of your head.
As you laughed, it hit you how easily you found it to jest with Joel. Usually, you were the quiet one. The one observing or just listening, always too shy to joke freely, especially with people you didn’t know, but somehow, in this moment you felt free. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was getting fired. Or maybe… it was Joel.
“Well, believe it or not, I ain’t fibbin’… it really depends on how much you need a job,” he took another sip of his drink.
“I just got fired,” you said matter of factly.
Joel gave you an infuriatingly innocent shrug, “Then you better start believing me when I say I’m looking for an assistant.”
You couldn’t do anything other than scoff in disbelief. “So what?” you asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow, “You’re just gonna offer me a job after knowing me for barely an hour? No interview or nothing?”
“Do I need to be interviewin’ ya?” he wondered innocently.
“It’s a job!” you spluttered, “You always interview people before you give them a job!”
He gave you a nonchalant shrug. “Then I guess I will… so what can you tell me about yourself? What makes you a good assistant?” he asked, tone genuine as he placed an elbow on the bar counter and rested his head in his hand.
“I don’t mean now!” you let out in a nervous squeak, and Joel seemed to enjoy the way you shifted nervously in your seat.
He shrugged, “Alright then… you got time for coffee? Say… tomorrow mornin’?”
Ten to ten the next morning you met Joel for coffee.
Wanting to give him a good and professional impression – he could be your new employer after all – you’d worn your brown three pieced suit with a purple paisley shirt under your suit vest. It made you feel strong– well usually, right now you couldn’t seem to shake the pre-interview nerves… Anyway, you were hoping your outfit would make Joel think you had your shit together – at least put together enough for him to hire you.
With eyes scanning the café, you found him at a table by the window, smoking a cigarette. When you approached him, heels clicking against the hardwood floor, he checked his watch.
“Ten minutes early!” he remarked with a grin.
“Reliability and punctuality are good qualities in a new employee, I’ve heard.” You shot him a shy smile before you placed your bag on the floor by your chair.
He hummed, watching you with an easy smile as you sat down opposite him while shedding your jacket. The white smoke danced in front of his face like coiling ribbons. Clad in a striped polo with a Johnny collar he’d tucked into a pair of Levi’s jeans, he relaxed in his chair, shifting slightly, and spreading his legs wider. The movement, like a reflex, drew your eyes to his lower half. His Levi’s were tight, held in place by a big western belt buckle, but it wasn’t his belt buckle that caught your attention.
“So…” he started. His voice startled you, and you flicked your eyes back to his face. His playful smile told you he’s caught you checking him out. Embarrassed, you looked past him, not daring to make eye contact as you fought the urge to cringe.
“How are ya?” he took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth.
“I’m–I’m good thank you,” you gave him a nervous smile, the confidence from last night gone with the rise of the sun, “how are you?”
“I’m good too, sweetheart,” he nodded, “wanna have this interview…? Or should I just tell you now you’re hired?”
Perplexed, your eyebrows met in a furrow, “What do you mean?”
“Honey, I already decided last night I’d hire you,” he grinned with another drag of his cigarette.
“I–… I mean are you sure?” you stuttered, “I brought my resume and references and everything– don’t you want to take a look at them?” you wondered, a hand dropping to your bag to fish out your newly typed resume and references. You tapped the papers against the table before placing them neatly in front of him.
Retracting your hands, you rested them in your lap, while you watched him. He placed his cigarette in his mouth before he picked up your resume. His eyes scanned the paper, his head nodding slightly.
“Graduated high school in 1970… A year as a cashier at Piggly Wiggly…” he started listing, his cigarette dipping with each word, “A year at Greasy Motors?”.
“Um– yes!” you peeped, “It’s my uncle’s garage shop– I worked as their secretary,” you told him, picking at the skin around your nails.
“You any good with cars?” he asked, one eyebrow raised as he took one last drag of his cigarette.
“No–No not really… I just spoke to the customers, answered the phone and stuff like that.”
You’d wanted to learn some of the basics, but you’d quickly given up. None of the guys had taken you seriously, and they had made sure to let you know where your place was – it was not with your hands deep in an engine.
Joel hummed at your answer and stubbed out his cigarette. “And Mr. Cooper’s the one that fired ya?” he asked.
You gave him a short nod. Your pointer finger burned with pain as you pulled at a piece of skin you’d picked loose around your nail.
“Why?”,
“The honest answer?” you sighed, and he nodded.
“I don’t know,” you told him, “he just called me into his office at the end of the day and told me he was gonna have to let me go– I was honestly too shocked to ask him why.”
“Oof,” Joel frowned.
“Yeah,” you sighed, you didn’t know what else to say.
“Well… you’ve given me a great impression, both last night and right now, so you’ve got the job, sweetheart– if you want it.” He leaned back in his chair, letting your resume fall from his hands.
“It can’t be that easy, can it?” the words fell from your lips before you had time to think. Joel raised a curious eyebrow at you. “I mean what’s the catch?”
“There’s no catch.”
He seemed to think about it for a beat, “Unless there is…” Joel’s lips tugged at the corners as he leaned over the table, “Remember I said I was an actor?” he asked, eyes boring into yours.
You gave him a skeptical nod.
“I’m an adult actor…” he lowered his voice, “You understand?” he asked before he leaned back in his seat again.
An adult actor. Your eyes widened with realization.
“Wait… you mean,” you looked around you before you leaned forward over the table like he’d just done, “you’re a pornstar?” you whispered, feeling your cheeks start to burn with embarrassment.
“Is that a problem for you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Was it? Was it a problem for you?
The question tugged at the back of your neck. Tugged on your childhood, on your upbringing. You’d escaped; had your own apartment now, made your own money. You were trying to come into your own, to finally be your own person.
With teeth digging into your bottom lip, you looked at Joel. He watched you expectantly, head tipping slightly to the right as he studied you. There was no malice in his eyes, and nothing about him seemed grimy or obscene… Nothing about him screamed pornstar. If someone like him could do something so… unusual, for a job, maybe wasn’t so bad.
“No,” you decided, “it’s not a problem.”
“Groovy!” he grinned, “I’ll have my manager draw up a contract for you.”
And just like that you were officially Joel Miller’s, aka the infamous Joel Packer, personal assistant.
Joel sat on the tiled steps outside his house, smoking a cigarette, when you pulled up to the curb. He perked up when he saw you, grabbing his worn leather duffel bag before he waltzed down his driveway.
“Cab for Miller?” you joked through the rolled down window, ducking your head to peek up at him.
He chuckled at your joke, pinching his cigarette between two fingers for one last drag, before putting it out with a twist of his shoe. The smog laid low over LA this morning, like a blanket. It was gonna be a long day, and a long drive.
Letting out a small grunt, Joel got in your car. The smell of cigarettes and cologne – the smell of him – filled the space between you. He twisted around tossing his duffel bag into the backseat, and your eyes couldn’t help but land on his bicep, watching the way his muscles flexed under the weight. You felt a sudden urge to roll down the window a little further.
When he turned back around, the smooth wood of your steering wheel looked extremely interesting.
“Thanks for drivin’, sweetheart. My car’s still in the shop for ‘nother few days.”
The corner of your mouth twisted into a small smile, “No problem, Joel.”
“Are we all set?” he breathed out his question before his hands landed on his thighs with a dull smack!
“Um, yes, it’s just…” you turned to look at him. He was dressed casually in jeans and a Steely Dan concert tee – All-American Tour ’74 – with his yellow tinted pilot sunglasses tucked into his neckline.
“Just what, sweetheart?”,
“I picked up a package for you– it’s in the backseat,” you cocked your head in the direction.
“What is it?” he twisted back around, one hand searching for the cardboard box behind his seat.
Even in the smoldering LA heat, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up. “Um… it’s your package.”
“Yeah, I got that, honey– but what is it?” he asked again, twisting his hand back and placing the cardboard box in his lap.
You let out a small whine, “Don’t make me say it Joel– it’s your package.” You gestured a hand over your nether region.
Joel looked at you with a mischievous smile spreading across his face, “Oh, now I really wanna hear you say it,” he teased, hooking his finger under the tape.
“It’syourdick,” you said quickly, “–the dildo.”
In another step towards furthering Joel Packer’s success, he’d been asked to model for a sextoy. It’s no surprise he’d been asked. With the women’s liberation movement gaining more and more followers every day, more women had been exploring their own sexuality. Joel was popular with both men and women. He was like a chameleon when it came to porn. He knew just what to give, whether that would be hardcore porn, tossing his scene partners around and making them come until they couldn’t anymore; or doing full frontal nudity for a centerfold for Playgirl.
With a drag of the tape, Joel laughed, his shoulders shaking. “I can’t believe you’re still shy about that stuff, sweetheart. You’ve been workin’ for me for how long now, huh? And you still can’t say dick to my face– what do you say to my business partners? Wiener?”
“I’m not shy,” you denied rather unconvincingly, making him shoot you an unimpressed look making you flutter. “I don’t know… it’s just different saying it to you!”
“Why?” he asked, pulling out the box with the dildo he’d modeled for.
Your eyes followed his hands, running over the pink packaging, the handsome photo they’d used of him on the front.
“I-I don’t know… it just is.”
A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he hummed – not convinced. Instead, he opened the box, pulling out the sextoy. The company had sent him one before they’d hit the shelves at the end of the month. They were being advertised in Playgirl first – to build up the hype. The sextoy looked exactly like him, and at the same time, nothing like him. The size and shape were true to life (8 inches like they’d advertised on the box), but the color was wrong.
“This is so fuckin’ weird,” he laughed, turning it in his hand, “’s this what I look like?”
“The color looks wrong,” you pointed out. He looked over at you for a beat and then back to the sextoy.
“’s a little… plastic-y,” he commented, “and weird lookin’ without the balls…”
He put the dildo back in the box before he handed it to you. You shook your head and turned the car key, “Just put it back in the backseat.”
“No, ‘s not what I meant,” he nudged your arm with the box, “you have it.”
You were glad the car stood still because the shock of his words would’ve made you get in a car accident.
“Why?” you said, a little flustered.
“Exactly what do women do with a dildo, I wonder?” he teased, nudging your arm again.
“No, Joel, that’s just weird– you’re my boss.” You nudged him back before you put the car in drive.
“You prefer the real thing, then?” a teasing lilt still wrapped around his words.
“Shut up,” you huffed, focusing on driving instead.
“I’m just messin’, sweetheart!” he laughed and threw the box messily behind him.
Leaning forward, Joel pushed the play button on your car radio. The cassette deck whirled before a twangy sound of piano filled your car as you started cruising down the road. A few seconds later Joni Mitchell sang the opening lines of the title track ‘Court and Spark’.
“I need you in charge of the map,” you broke the silence between you after a few minutes, “I don’t know where the house is.”
He opened your glove compartment, pulling out your map of California. You focused on the road while he studied the map.
“Looks like we need to get on the 101– it should take about three hours, Ronald said.”
You hummed. Ronald was Joel’s manager. He’d represented Joel for as long as Joel’s been in porn. Ronald was sleazy, and gross, and you tried to only be in his presence when it was absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, for you, Ronald was a good manager, and the reason why Joel Packer was as popular a pornstar as he was.
“When we get to Pismo Beach we’ll just stop and ask around for the address.” Joel said, folding the map.
Usually, Ronald was the one who came along to set with Joel. His reasoning being that there was business to attend to, and that he was supportive of his client, but you knew the real (pervy) reason. You on the other hand had only come along to set a few times. Quick to embarrassment, you’d quickly hid yourself away in Joel’s dressing room, claiming you had work you’d neglected to do.
This time, Ronald couldn’t make it because of scheduling conflicts. Joel was gonna go alone, but then his car had broken down on the 405. He needed a ride, and who else to ask other than the person he paid to help him out. The shoot was taking place at a beach house somewhere in Pismo Beach. You’d never been to Pismo Beach before, and neither had Joel. The booking agent had told you it was nice enough and secluded. Perfect for shooting a porno without bringing too much attention.
Three hours later, you and Joel arrived at the shoot. The beach house was busy and filled with people working like ants to get the film set ready. The shoot was scheduled to last for one day, and as the time flew past 10am, you were starting to get short on time.
As soon as you stepped inside, they ushered Joel straight to make-up and wardrobe. Careful not to be in anybody’s way, you took a look around the house. It was beautiful. Newly built, not more than ten years old you guessed, and right on the beach. Warm wood tones lined the walls and floors, and on the ceilings, sturdy beams met in the middle. A leather couch with matching chairs was turned towards the big floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beach, and a cowhide rug decorated the floor. They’d set up a step ladder by the windows, all ready for the first scene.
You found Joel a moment later in one of the bedrooms sitting, in a chair as he got his make-up done. You noticed he’d already changed into his costume. A pair of overalls with nothing underneath, and a toolbelt hanging from his hips.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted, his eyes trailing your body.
“Hi,” you smiled, “How you feeling? Can I get you anything?”
He looked at you, a pregnant pause passing between the two of you, “No, not right now.”
“Oh, okay!” you nodded, teeth catching your bottom lip, “Just let me know if there’s anything.”
You moved over to the bed where his clothes were spewed across the bedding. Trying to make yourself useful, you picked them up to fold them.
“D’you know if Tess is ready?” you heard him ask.
Tess was Joel’s scene partner for the day, and also his most frequent scene partner. They’d been in more films together over the past years than you could count, their chemistry always electric. Everything they did was just hot, and this time would be no exception. Tess was playing a neglected housewife all alone in her big beach house until carpenter Joel arrived to help her feel less alone with his tool(s).
“Um, no… I haven’t seen her at all– but I can go find out if you want?” you said, placing his folded t-shirt neatly on the bed.
“No, bless your heart, it’s okay,” he spoke slowly, watching the make-up artist pack up her things before telling him he’s all set.
Left alone with Joel he spoke again, “You gonna watch today?”
His question kicked your heart into gear, stuttering along like a teenager who can’t drive stick. “I-I don’t know yet,” you folded his jeans, “… do you want me to?”
You felt him move closer, but he didn’t answer you. Gathering your courage, you met his eyes. He was watching you with a soft look in his eye, a look he’d sent you more and more often lately.
Grabbing your wrist, his calloused fingers like a warm bracelet, he took his jeans from your hand and placed them down next to his t-shirt.
“I’d like that.”
He said it with a smile, and you couldn’t do anything other than nod.
Joel had started to make you feel lots of things lately. Warm fuzzy feelings bubbled under your skin, just like the warmth from his hand on your wrist right now. Joel was a flirt, cocky and confident. Your complete opposite. You weren’t as shy as you’d been at the start of your job, but you couldn’t help but still be shy around Joel sometimes. Especially when he smiled at you the way he was right now, or when you felt his touch on your body.
The first scene they shot was the intro. A cheesy scene where Joel got invited into Tess the housewife’s home. One too many innuendos about ‘tools’ later, you’d slipped away before lunch time to find the catering table, fixing up a plate for Joel and one for yourself. After lunch, the fun began as the director had said.
“Hey, sweetheart?” Joel’s fingers brushed over the back of your arm, getting your attention. You were about to go sit in his director’s chair, to watch as you’d promised.
“Yeah, Joel?” you looked at him through your lashes, your face curious. You tried very hard to keep them on his face, and not to let them wander to the outline of his hard cock through his overalls.
“Could you go get me some lube?” he asked you, eyes pleading.
“Oh! Um–” you nervously perked up, “Yes, of course,” you nodded, turning around yourself on the spot like you were already on the lookout.
“Thanks!” His hand landed on your shoulder, turning you to focus back on him, fingers rubbed over the material of your shirt. He was smiling at you, a small glint in his eye as he took you in. It made something inside you flutter, your eyes eclipsing over.
“OK guys! Quiet on set!” the director called, pulling you and Joel from your moment. His hand fell from your shoulder, a sorry smile draped across his face.
Slipping away, you went on a hunt for lube. When you came back you were met with the deep grunts of Joel as he got his cock sucked. He was fully naked, standing at the edge of the bed with Tess naked and dutifully on her knees for him – pleasuring him to heaven by the looks of it.
“There you go, baby,” he praised Tess, his big hand entangled in her hair as he pushed himself deeper down her throat. “You like sucking cock, don’t you? Like cheating on your husband like the dirty fuckin’ whore you are, huh?”
You knew he was just reading off his lines, but he said them like he hadn’t practiced at all, it was all so natural. Stumbling backwards towards his director’s chair, you sat down. You felt drawn to the scene before you, caught up in the moment, in the sounds of Joel’s moans and Tess’ spluttering around his cock. Never had you allowed yourself to watch him this openly before – it sent an electric pulse to your core.
Tess gave him head for a few minutes more, filth and praises fell from Joel’s mouth as the cameraman dutifully got every angle. Mesmerized by the scene playing out before you, a small pit started to form in your stomach – a mixture of pleasure and… jealousy. You shifted in the chair at the thought of you on your knees for him instead, pleasuring him and pulling those moans from his lips. Wondering if the praising words he told Tess, would sound different if it was you he told them to instead. You didn’t realize how caught up in the sight in front of you until you heard someone call your name.
It was Joel.
Shaking yourself from your fantasy daydreaming, you pulled yourself together. They’d changed positions while the cameraman changed the film. Joel was now sat on his knees on the bed with his cock standing to attention. On her back, he had Tess’ legs parted and splayed open in front of him.
Why was he talking to you?
He called your name again, figuring you hadn’t heard him over the humming of conversation now filling up the set. You hopped off the chair and nervously scurried over to him.
“What’s up?” you whispered. Your eyes were glued to his face, not daring to glide them even an inch downwards.
He hooked his fingers around your thumb. On his face he was wearing the widest grin, “Could you grab me some water?”
His touch sent your brain into overdrive, your eyes blinking around his question, “Y-yes– I’ll be right back.” His touch fell, and you scurried away to find him some water before they started filming again.
Back, and with a bottle of water in your hand you allowed yourself one quick look at his naked body. His broad chest, the way his muscles moved underneath his tan skin. Your eyes raked over his body, down his stomach, trailing the happy trial down to his impressive cock.
“Okay, everybody– we’re all set!” The loud voice of the director made you jump. Joel handed back the bottled water, a rough hand wiping the corner of his mouth.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
If he’d clocked you checking him out, he didn’t show it. Instead, he got ready while you made your way back to his director’s chair. Tess said something you couldn’t quite catch, but it got his attention. He grinned from ear to ear, a quick look in your direction, before he playfully shook his head at her.
The next scene had you squirming in your seat.
With his head between her legs, Joel used both his mouth and fingers to pleasure her – and Tess was clearly enjoying herself. Her hands were digging into his hair, pushing him greedily down onto her pussy. High pitched, pornographic moans and whimpers escaped her. Joel was clearly enjoying himself too, moaning and groaning into her pussy as he ate her out greedily, making sure to pull every ounce of pleasure from her.
Tess came with a cry, withering breathlessly as she squirmed in Joel’s hold. He held her shaking legs in a tight grip, not letting up his licking and sucking until he’d pulled another orgasm from her. With a breathless laugh she pushed him away, big wide smile spreading as he peppered kisses to the inside of her thigh. You shifted slightly in your seat. An unmistakable wetness had gathered in your panties. You crossed your leg over the other, subtly.
With a tap to her thigh Joel encouraged Tess to turn over. He sat up, resting back on his heels as he stroked his cock languidly. Tess moved onto all fours, arching her back and putting herself on display for him. The camera moved in closer, a watchful eye, as Joel ran a finger through her folds.
“So wet for me, baby,” he said, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. “This pussy’s been neglected, hasn’t it? ‘s just dying to be fucked.”
He thrusted inside her, burying himself in her pussy, moans and groans falling from both their lips. You felt the air stand still for a beat, before he pulled back and thrusted back inside. They quickly built up a rhythm, skin slap slap slapping, as their moans held the tune. They moved in sync. Joel kept up the pace, hands holding her waist firmly, while Tess met them with a breathy moan. When she gripped the sheets in pleasure, you wondered if it really felt as good as she let on, or if it was all just part of the show.
“Face the camera,” the director interrupted suddenly. He wanted a close up of Tess getting fucked.
Joel slipped out of her, the bright lights catching on his glistening cock. The sight of Tess’ arousal reminded you, and the bottle of lube in your lap, about your insignificancy. Joel quickly slipped back inside Tess, a hand gripping her shoulder as he picked up the pace again.
“Just like that, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good around my cock.”
You felt silly, the reality of what you’d just done settling in. Why on earth would you agree to watch Joel? Pornstar or not, he’s still your boss. Your longing for him to be something else, would never erase that fact.
Disappointment was a heavy rope tying you down. You needed to get out of there before you hurt your own feelings. Sliding out of the chair, you left the bottle of lube. Straightening out your suede skirt, let out a quiet sigh. You didn’t want to look at him, but something drew you to him either way.
You locked eyes immediately, his eyes were dark and intense. He picked up the pace, Tess almost screaming with pleasure underneath him, but his eyes still didn’t leave yours. You couldn’t look away. The world narrowed until the only thing you could see was him.
With a grunt and a firm thrust, Joel came inside her, mouth parted in pleasure and eyes never leaving yours.
Squeezed into a flimsy plastic chair, feet planted steadily in front of him, Joel sat smoking a cigarette by the pool. Ripples of blue swam across his face, before giving way to the soft warmth of the burning cigarette. He looked deep in thought as you got out of your car, a plastic bag of take-out swinging from your hand. You slammed the door shut, jolting Joel from his thoughts. The evening wind softly kissed your bare arms as you walked across the parking lot to the fenced in pool area.
The shoot had run long and by the time it was over, it was late. Joel was tired, and when he’d suggested you stay at a motel for the night, you’d been quick to agree. Watching the darkening sky, you’d started to dread the three-hour drive back to LA – you’d rather wait for daylight.
Situated right off the main road Joel had spotted a Motel 6 with the neon ‘Vacancy’ light humming. With tired steps you’d walked together towards the lobby, and the lady at the desk didn’t look up from her magazine when you and Joel approached. Behind her, coming through the door to the back office, you heard a laugh track.
Joel turned on his southern charm, “’Scuse me, ma’am.”
The receptionist still didn’t look up from her magazine.
“Do y’all have two rooms vacant?”
With a sigh, the woman looked up at him, peering over her glasses. “We only have one Queen left.” She smacked her lips together obnoxiously as she spoke, a piece of gum visible in her teeth.
Joel looked over at you, one eyebrow raised. Crossing your arms over your chest, you didn’t know what to say. If they only had one room, they only had one room. You tapped your foot restlessly, made a face like you were thinking it over before you gave Joel a short but affirmative nod. He watched you for another beat, before he turned back around to say, “We’ll take it.”
The room was nothing much; a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, two chairs and a table tucked into one corner, and a door leading to a small bathroom. First thing Joel did was find a place to put his bag. You didn’t have a bag, only your handbag, you hadn’t planned on not sleeping in your own bed tonight. Joel, on the other hand, always brought a change of clothes to set. He’d told you once he didn’t like to leave in the same clothes he’d arrived in.
As you closed in on Joel by the pool you realized he was still wearing his clothes from this morning. He’d told you he wanted to shower, so you’d gone out to get you both some dinner to give him some privacy. Now you wondered if he’d even had his shower.
“Hungry?” you asked, putting the plastic bag down on the round table beside him.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, watching you through a cheeky smile, “Starvin’.”
“The only thing open was the roadside diner, so I’m afraid it’s greasy burgers.”
Joel gave you a shrug as you sat down, “Works for me.”
You ate in silence – sloshing coming from the pool and the cicadas hiding in the bushes, filled the air instead. When Joel finished his burger, and started on his fries, he looked up at you.
“So, what’d you think?” he asked you. You were silent for a second, before you looked down at the burger in your hand.
“Er...” you hesitated, not sure what he wanted you to say, “It’s not bad... meat’s a little dry, but–”
Joel interrupted your train of thought with a deep chuckle.
“I meant the porno, darlin’,” he said, using one of the napkins to wipe the corners of his mouth, “not the burger.” A smile pulled at his lips.
“Oh,” you said, and felt your cheeks fire up in embarrassment. You swallowed, buying yourself some time before you gave him a shrug.
“Was good,” you said, clearing your throat awkwardly, “I’m sure your fans will love it!”
“I wasn’t askin’ about them,” Joel said. His gaze felt like it was piercing through you, “Was askin’ you, wasn’t I? Did you like it?”
Despite the desperate embarrassment firing through your veins, you raised an eyebrow. “You’re asking me about porn over dinner?”
“Fair point,” he said with a nod, “You’re deflecting, though.”
A small chuckle escaped you, a smile tugging on the corner of your mouth as you shook your head and looked away for a second.
“What do you want me to say?” you asked him, looking back at him, “It’s porn, I’m human... of course I liked it.”
Bingo.
You can see from the corners of Joel’s smile that he’s happy with that answer, and he lets out an agreeing hum.
“See?” he said, his tone teasing, “Was that so hard to admit?”
“You’re unbelievable,” you said through a small scoff, pushing your styrofoam container away from you as you fell back in your chair.
“I am–… what was your favorite part?”
He was grinning hard now. He dug a hand in his back pocket, fishing out his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. You watched him with your head tilted, waiting for him to let you off the hook like he usually did. Instead, he grinned even wider, small splutters of breathy giggles making the cigarette dip as he tried to light it.
“Gimmie that!” you commanded, reaching out your hand for his cigarette. With a surprised eyebrow he took a quick drag before he handed it over. He watched you quietly as you took a breath. Savoring the first tar-y breath filling up your lungs.
“I liked the way you…” you took another drag and exhaled through your nose, “I don’t know…” you handed him the cigarette.
“I’m waitin’,” he teased, making you playfully roll your eyes at him.
“Well,” you sighed, “I liked the way you’re so attentive and made sure she’s feeling good even though it’s acting and everything… Even when you’re like throwing her around, all in charge and stuff.” You waved away the words.
“Yeah, well, that is the most important part of sex,” he gave you a look. Suddenly, he was a little serious. “It’s not fun if she’s not havin’ fun.”
“Not every guy thinks like that, you know,” you spoke, “it’s really nice that you do.”
Joel hummed at your words before a comfortable silence fell over you. You listened to the buzzing cicadas and the burning of Joel’s cigarette every time he took a drag.
“And… the dirty talk was hot too– you’re good at that,” you mused after a moment, breaking the silence, feeling comfortable enough with Joel to tell him the truth. He doesn’t judge you about what you think was sexy, and you realized it felt nice to open up to somebody, to let your suffocating shame die.
“Now, darlin’,” you could hear the smile in his voice, “now you’re just strokin’ my ego.”
“I can stroke more than your ego.”
Joel choked on his cigarette, coughing around the smoke before he looked over at you with wide eyes. “Am I goin’ crazy, or did you just tell a dirty joke?”
Your giggle filled the air between you before you leaned forward for his cigarette again. You brought it to your mouth as you impishly shrugged. Inside, you buzzed with a fluttery feeling.
You smiled at him. “I don’t know– you tell me.”
He playfully narrowed his eyes at you, leaning over the table to get a good look at you, “I’m not sure I’m likin’ this… where’s my sweet girl, huh?”
My sweet girl.
Your heart skipped like stones over water, and you had to look away. A smile blooming across your face. You heard him let out a sweet chuckle before he stood from his chair. The plastic feet scraping ever so slightly against the concrete. You watched him as he stepped before you, squatting down to be at eye level with you, his big hand landing on your exposed knee to steady himself.
“She’s still here,” you whispered after a moment. The cigarette between your fingers was burning out, but your whole body felt like it was on fire, a burning spreading from under his touch.
“I know she is, sweetheart,” he whispered back, his fingers rubbing gently over your skin. Joel looked at you with attentive eyes, “I love how shy you get for me.”
Before you had time to process his words, he pinched the cigarette from your fingers and stood to his feet. “Let’s call it a night?” he asked you, offering up his hand for you to take.
Feeling brave, you took his hand. It dwarfed your own, but it was strong, and warm in your hold. You watched as Joel finished off the cigarette, and stumped it out in the ashtray on the table, before gathering up your trash. You walked back to your room, hands intertwined and swinging between you. You couldn’t shake the thought of how you wished he’d kissed you.
Back inside your room he let you use the bathroom first. It was small, and the air was damp. You could see droplets of water clinging to the shower curtain. Joel did shower after all, he’d rinsed the day off into the drain. With no toiletries, you made do with what the motel offered. A bar of soap was sufficient enough to remove your make-up, but you knew your skin would punish you for it later. After brushing your teeth, you stepped back out where Joel waited for you on the bed.
“I’ve got a spare shirt if you wanna borrow it.” He held up his hand, handing you the clean cotton shirt he’d packed.
“Thanks,” you smiled shyly.
He watched you for a beat, his eyes soft, but tired. “And I’ll sleep in one of the chairs– don’t want ya worryin’ about nothin’.”
Shaking your head, you protested, “No, Joel, you’ve had a long day! I’ll sleep in the chair!”
This time he shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his mouth, “No, darlin’, you’re drivin’ tomorrow, remember? You’ll need your rest.”
Your eyebrows met in a furrow. He was right; you couldn’t do the drive back to LA tomorrow on no sleep, but you couldn’t live with yourself if he didn’t get any sleep either.
“Let’s just…” you trailed off, “You’re tired, I’m tired– let’s both sleep in the bed?” you suggested.
Crawling under the sheets clad in only your underwear and Joel’s t-shirt, you wondered if you were being unprofessional. This was technically a work trip. Joel was still your boss. You looked over at him where he sat on the edge with his back turned, fiddling with the alarm clock. Your eyes trailed over his bare back, tan and strong. You knew you could stare at him all night.
It was official: you’d left professional at the door.
Finally, the alarm clock set for tomorrow morning, Joel put it back on the nightstand. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he caught your eyes on his body. It made him smile.
“Joel? Can I ask you something?”
He got under the sheets, his foot grazing against yours as he got comfortable. “Yeah, sweetheart.”
“Can you turn off the light?”
“You needn’t ask me if you can ask me, to turn off the light,” he laughed, “you can just say ‘Joel, turn off the light’.”
You scrunched your face together. This was coming out all wrong. “No, I mean… I don’t think I can ask you my question with the lights still on.”
He looked you over with a warm smile before he leaned over and turned off the light on his nightstand. “There… what you want to ask me?”
Even bathed in darkness, you hesitated to speak. “Um… I guess…” you started, not knowing how to ask what you wanted to ask. You turned over on your back and stared at the ceiling, cursing the return of your shyness.
Joel waited for you patiently to gather your courage.
“How much… of porn, is fake?” you finally uttered.
Joel turned to his side, facing you, “What do you mean?”
“Like… when– when the girls…” You couldn’t say it.
“Come?”, he helped.
“Yeah,” you breathed out, “is that real or… like– do they actually like it?”
“Right…”
Joel thought about your question, “’s hard to say… I mean mostly it’s real– at least in my experience– like I can feel it around my cock or fingers… but everybody has off days, and not everybody can come from penetration.”
Mostly it’s real. You went quiet, silently thinking about his answer as you stared a hole in the ceiling. Not everybody can come from penetration.
“Why you askin’ me this, sweetheart?” He shifted a little closer.
You pulled your hands from under the sheets, resting them over your chest. Your thumb on your right hand found your thumb on the left where it picked at the skin.
“Huh?”
“I– I don’t know… it’s silly.”
“No, ‘s not– you’re not silly, sweetheart.” He shifted a little closer, a reassuring hand falling over your own and stopping you from picking at your fingers.
You didn’t say anything, and you didn’t look at him either. You felt silly. You’d just complimented him earlier about how attentive he comes across in bed, and now you’re asking him if any of it was even real.
“Can I ask you somethin’?” Joel asked, breaking the silence between you.
Nodding your head, you hummed.
“Are you a virgin?”
His question almost made you jump. Suddenly, his previously calming hands over yours felt heavy. A fire started in your cheeks. You were mortified, and it felt crazy. If you were back home right now, you’d be mortified to tell anyone you weren’t a virgin seeing as you were unmarried. Now, with Joel, you felt mortified he thought you were one.
“No,” you peeped. It would’ve sounded like a lie if it wasn’t the truth. “W-what makes you say that?” You finally looked at him, your eyes wide as saucers.
Unconvinced, he gave you a lopsided smile, “How many have you slept with?”
“How many have you slept with?” you mumbled.
“Honey, we both know that I’ve slept with way too many to count.” He said it with a teasing lilt to his voice, and a comforting rub of his thumb over the back of your hand. His small touch was enough to relax you, to bring you back from the ledge of mortification. This was Joel for god’s sake. He would never judge you; you knew that.
“One…” you whispered, “Only one person.”
With a hum, Joel shifted over to lay on his back, but his thumb still rubbed circles over your skin. “So– you’re asking me this ‘cause it was bad?” he mused.
“I don’t know… maybe,” you whispered.
“You don’t know if it was bad– or you don’t know why you’re askin’ me if women enjoy sex?”
“The latter,”
“So, it was bad,” he concluded, before he whispered, mostly to himself.
The silence was back, speaking loudly between the two of you as you both processed what the other had just said. After a beat Joel turned back on his side to face you again.
“Tell me– how bad was it?” He said it softly, a tenderness in his voice you hadn’t heard before.
“It just… it hurt.”
You sighed, and for the first time since the light went out you turned your head to look at him. “John–” your face scrunched up in a grimace as you spoke his name, like you couldn’t believe you were telling him this story. “He worked in accounting, and we were going around, you know? Went on a few dates. He was a sweet guy. After the third date we went back to his place, for a drink. He kissed me– and then we were making out, and during everything I just thought ‘This might as well happen’. I thought I wanted to lose my virginity… and I liked John– so why not. But then he just… pulled off my underwear, didn’t even touch me and… went to town.”
Joel sucked a breath through his teeth, his hand gripping yours a little tighter. “Did you– have you ever had an orgasm?”
You shifted uncomfortably under his question and turned your head back towards the ceiling again. “Yes,” you whispered.
Joel moved a little closer, and you felt your body dip towards him from his weight against the mattress. His hand resting over yours traveled down your arm, and under the sheet.
“By your own hand then,” he said it more like a statement than a question.
You felt your heart beat out of your chest, as something in the air between you shifted. Underneath the covers your body burned. Sucking in a breath, you held it for a moment before you nodded.
“Show me.”
His hand grazed over your waist, fingers dancing over the exposed skin between the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband of your panties. You reveled in it, his touch, his proximity, his gentle kiss to your shoulder. You looked at him, searched his face for any indication that he was just messing with you.
“No? Ain’t feelin’ it?” He’d watched you too, you realized.
He withdrew his hand from your waist, and you panicked, “No!”
He stopped, instead hovering his hand over your body. “No, you ain’t feelin’ it, or no, don’t stop?” he asked you.
You panicked again. “Yes!” you said before your eyebrows met in a furrow, “I-I’m sorry, this isn’t very sexy.”
Joel withdrew his hand from your body, and your disappointment sank like a rock in water, but then he cupped your jaw and you forgot to breathe.
“Forget about sexy, sweetheart,” he told you, a calloused thumb rubbing against your skin, “not that you ain’t sexy– you are, but I need you to relax, okay?”
You nodded, and a smile spread wide across his face,
“Good girl.”
You almost mewled at the praise, and he noticed, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
“You liked that, huh?” he teased, rubbing his thumb softly over your lower lip, “Y’like being a good girl for me?”
You found it hard to think with him so close, breathless when he touched you like this. You nodded slowly; moony eyes fixated on him. Like a reflex, your legs rubbed together under the sheets, aching to relieve the pressure building.
“You’re so sweet, baby– and shy,” his voice was low, like he was afraid someone would hear him. Slowly he leaned closer, pressing the softest kiss to your neck. A quiet whimper fell from your lips.
You felt Joel’s smile against your skin, teeth nipping as he pressed kiss after kiss to your sensitive skin. “You make my cock so fuckin’ hard.”
“Joel,” you finally choked out, a wet patch already soiling your panties.
“Yes?” he took your earlobe in his mouth, gently biting down on it before letting it go. You couldn’t think – at least not about something that wasn’t Joel and his touch.
“P-please kiss me?” you tried, your hand landing on his shoulder.
His breath puffed against your skin in a small chuckle, before he lifted his face from his new home in the crook of your neck. He found your blown out face, watching you with a tenderness in his eye. A beat passed and then he leaned closer, brushing his lips over yours. Your hand on his shoulder followed his neck to cup his face, keeping him close to you. His hand pushed gently at the sheets, revealing your upper body to him. The kiss was tender and slow, your noses pressed together. He pulled you apart and then put you together again. One of his hands trailed along the hem of your – his – t-shirt where he pushed at the fabric, bunching it just below your breasts. You broke apart.
“Was that all you wanted, sweet girl? Just a kiss?” His forehead touched your own, words low and taunting. You slowly shook your head, eyes still locked with Joel’s. His hand moved methodically, trailing down your stomach until it reached…
Your breath hitched in your throat.
“No?” he asked with a teasing grin, “What do you want then, sweetheart?”.
He already knew. His open palm cupped you over your soaked panties, the breadth of it pressing firmly down on your clit. You mewled under him, hips bucking up to meet his hand.
“Nah-ah,” he lifted his head from your forehead, dark eyes boring into yours. “You need to show me.”
Joel had started a dangerous fire inside of you. It lapped at your insides, burned away your insecurities, and replaced them with lust. With a shaky hand, your hand found Joel’s. His eyes were still locked on you – his gaze burning your cheek and branding you his.
“There you go,” he praised, letting you guide his hand up and down your clothed cunt, feeling your arousal seep through the fabric, “good girl.”
You guided him to your clit, pressing the pads of his finger down on it in tight circles. You were so sensitive – on edge since you watched him filming earlier – a small moan fell from your lips.
“Feels good doesn’t it, baby, getting your clit rubbed.”
“Yes…” Joel drew another moan from you.
Your grip around his hand loosened, and Joel took over. With a practiced hand he circled his fingers just right. He started with a steady pace and tight circles, before he put more pressure on your aching bud. He was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, coaxing small whimpers and breathy moans from your lips as you got more and more lost in the pleasure he was giving you.
“Have you ever fingered yourself, sweetheart?” he asked you, dipping his hand beneath your panties. A bold finger ran through your folds, a finger teasing at your entrance.
Your front teeth caught your lower lip, and you had to bite down to suppress a moan. It was hard to concentrate on what he was asking you when he was touching you like that.
“Y-yes, but…” you trailed off, feeling his finger, now coated in your arousal, back on your clit. It made your brain go blank.
“But what, sweet girl?” he pulled his hand from your panties, and you whined.
A wet trail followed him up your stomach. When you made no move to answer, a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Leaning closer he pressed a short but tender kiss to your lips; his mustache tickled your cupid’s bow.
“It’s too messy,” you said when he pulled back, shaking your head.
“Yeah? You’ve got a messy pussy, sweetheart?”
Joel leaned down again, pressing soft fluttering kisses down your throat. When he reached the collar of your shirt, he pulled at the fabric, exposing your collarbone to his kisses. Your hands found his hair, tethering you to the moment.
“Yes,” you whispered, heat burning your cheeks at the confession he pulled from you.
With a wide grin, Joel sat up. His fingers found the hem of your shirt. He helped you pull it over your head, exposing your naked chest to him. Not even a second later he was back to kissing his way down your body, worshiping you with every press. You burned under him, every kiss like a small death.
Shifting on the bed, he settled between your legs. His mustache tickled the skin on your tummy, making you giggle. You felt Joel’s smile against your skin, at the sound of your fluttering laugh. He let his lips brush over your skin, trailing downwards to the top of your panties where he pressed a kiss, teeth pulling at the small bow like you were a present to be unwrapped, before his fingers hooked around the elastic. With a lift of your hips, you let him pull off your panties. The wet spot in the center clung to your cunt, as he peeled them off.
“Fuck,” he cursed, “wanna taste you, baby, wanna taste that messy pussy.”
With his fingers back on your cunt, you jumped a little under his touch. The air filled with a slick sound of your arousal as he ran them through your folds, a finger teasing your entrance.
“Relax for me baby,” he soothed, gently pressing kisses to the soft skin of your inner thigh, “I’ll take care of you.”
Looking down at him between your legs, you let yourself go. His eyes bored into yours. Warmth and lust, and nothing but affection behind them.
You nodded, “Please.”
A wide grin blossomed across Joel’s face as he leaned down, hovering just above your clit. He ducked forward, pressing the softest kiss to your clit, taking it slow and easing you into it with slow licks. You couldn’t help the whimpers escaping you, a needy sound desperate for more – more Joel. He pinned you down with his arm splayed over your tummy, keeping you right where he wanted you, turning you into a withering moaning mess under him.
Joel continued exploring you with his tongue. Changing between flicking and lapping at your clit, circling it just right, and wrapping his lips around it, giving it gentle sucks. He lapped at your folds, the hook of his nose catching on your clit as he tasted you properly. You felt yourself pushed closer and closer towards the edge, coxed by Joel.
Two careful fingers spread you apart, gliding up and down, coated in your arousal. He easily found your entrance to push a finger carefully inside. You felt yourself clench down on him; you couldn’t help it. You were so sensitive and so close. Dropping your mouth open, a breathy moan escaped.
“Oh, fuck,”
Joel hummed against your pussy, the vibrations traveling straight to the coil tightening in your tummy. Slowly, he started thrusting his finger inside, rewarded by a slick sound, telling him just how wet and desperate you were for him. With a moan your head rolled back into the pillow – you were so close.
“Joel,” you panted.
His tongue continued his assault on your clit, and you lost yourself in him. You clamped down on his finger with every thrust. You didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Joel was so focused on you, so attentive, so responsive. Between your legs he drank in every twist of pleasure and whimpering moan.
“Joel,” you panted again.
“You’re gonna come for me aren’t you, sweetheart? Be a good girl and make a mess on my face.” he coaxed.
Joel quickly withdrew his finger to slip in another, and the new stretch had your legs shaking. His tongue circled your clit, sucking it with just the right amount of pressure. Underneath him you squirmed, breathy moans hitching in your throat.
“Oh, god,”
You couldn’t answer him. Couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t take it anymore.
With a silent cry, you came. His strong arm over your tummy held you down, as you twitched against the mattress, legs shaking. You’d never felt anything like this before. A pleasure so all-consuming you couldn’t remember your name, or where you were – only Joel. He helped you through it. His fingers kept up their pace, pads brushing right up against that spot of bliss, as you clenched down hard around them. You gripped the sheets, desperate for a lifeline as you came down.
Joel slowed down his fingers, pressing soft kisses to your clit. Your pleasure turning to overstimulation – now you definitely couldn’t take it anymore. Fragile and sensitive, you pushed him away with a shaky hand.
He let you push him around, his lips finding the inside of your thighs instead, where his mustache teased the sensitive skin. With one last kiss, Joel pulled away. You almost didn’t register the dip in the mattress as he laid down beside you. You were somewhere else entirely, floating away on a post-orgasm-cloud.
“Joel, shit, I…” you tried to speak, your voice hoarse with exhaustion.
“I know, sweetheart,” Joel answered. He pulled you closer, wrapping a hand around you. Slowly, you turned to your side, engulfed in Joel’s embrace.
“D-did you want to–”
You could feel the presence of his hard clothed cock pressed against your ass, but his big safe arms around you told you a different story. He nosed at the back of your neck, pressing fluttering kisses to the skin, making goosebumps erupt.
“No, darlin’, not tonight,” his voice was just above a whisper, the bass vibrating against your ear.
“Are you sure? I-I mean– we can if you want to,” you spluttered. He’d just given you the best orgasm in your life, he shouldn’t have to go to bed without one for himself.
“Not tonight,” he said, pressing a kiss behind your ear, “It’s been a long day– I’m tired, you’re tired… let’s just sleep, my sweet girl.”
“S-should we talk about this?” you asked, your hand slipping into his, pressing it against your naked chest.
“In the mornin’,” he hummed, voice coated in sleep.
With heavy eyelids, you fell asleep in Joel’s arms. The safety of being wrapped up in him, lulled you into a peaceful slumber. The motel bed was hard and uncomfortable, and the pillow thin and flimsy, but it didn’t matter in Joel’s arms.
Morning came too quickly, and with a screeching sound of an alarm clock that pulled you from heaven. Jolting awake behind you, Joel groaned. His hands slipped from your body; the warmth exchanged with prickling goosebumps. You shifted over on your back, watching as Joel turned off the alarm. The beeping stopped, and with a tired grunt Joel laid down back beside you. When he looked at you – his tired eyes glinting – a sleepy smile pulled at his lips.
“Mornin’,”
“Good morning, Joel” you smiled back.
“It is a good mornin’, isn’t it?” he hummed, turning on his side.
You mirrored him, shifting closer and resting your head on his pillow. He snaked a hand over the dip in your waist, big hand splaying over your naked back.
“It is,” you agreed, locking eyes with him.
Rubbing in slow circles, his hand on your back was soothing. You reveled in it, reveled in Joel, in the bliss of being so close to him. You shifted even closer, resting your forehead to his chest.
“You should probably fire me,” you mumbled into his skin, “I’ve been extremely unprofessional.”
A chuckle came from deep inside Joel, it vibrated through his skin, where you felt it under your fingertips.
“I ain’t firin’ my best employee,” he laughed, placing a dry kiss to the top of your head.
You pulled away with a frown, head back on your own pillow. “This is like the cliché of clichés, Joel– sleeping with your assistant…”
In the bright light of the day, you cursed yourself for your late-night moment of weakness. You’ve never done anything like this before. What if this will be all that Joel wants from you from now on? You don’t think your heart could take it if it was.
Joel’s laugh died in his throat, his eyebrows meeting in a frown. “Who said anything about sleepin’ with my assistant?”
Your eyes widened with mortification. Shit. A hand came up to rub at your face, as you sat up, pulling the sheets around you.
“Hey, no, sweetheart,” Joel grabbed at your hand, stopping you in your tracks.
You couldn’t look at him – afraid tears would push behind your eyes. He’s a pornstar, what were you thinking? You were just a girl. A girl to warm his bed for a night. How could you put your job on the line for something like this?
The sheets rustled as he shifted closer, “Please, lay down, I need to talk to you.”
“Joel, I-I’m sorry– w-we can just forget about it– I’ll quit, don’t worry about it– me, don’t worry about me,” you stuttered out, your back still turned.
“I ain’t forgettin’ about nothin’, sweetheart– shit, d’you think I do this often?”
His question made you turn around. He was propped up on his elbow, carefully watching you.
You nodded, and he sighed.
“It’s been years since I’ve slept with someone outside of work,” he confessed, “Shit, I don’t even seek it out, I ain’t interested in it.”
“I-I’m sorry Joel, I–” you started, but he cut you off,
“You’re not listenin’,” he shook his head, “what I’m sayin’ is: I wanna sleep with you.”
Your face scrunched up in a confused frown, “Because I’m someone from work?”
Joel let out a breathless chuckle, “No, sweetheart, ‘s because I think you’re beautiful.”
His words almost didn’t register.
“What?”
This time his laugh is loud and golden, coated in happiness. He pulled at your hand, and you fell, your back hitting the sheets.
“You are…” he emphasized, cupping your cheek, and guiding you back in his embrace. “And you’re a shy little thing, aren’t you? But so smart, and kind, and caring– someone you can’t help but fall in love with.”
“Fall in love with?” you repeated, you couldn’t believe what he was telling you.
“Yeah, sweet girl,” he smiled at you, all teeth, and crinkles around his eyes in the morning light.
“Oh,”
“Yeah,” he laughed, guiding your face closer to his, his lips brushing over yours, “wanna make you mine, sweetheart.”
His kiss stole your breath and twisted you up inside. He licked at the seam, and you opened yourself to him. He licked into your mouth, one arm snaked around your body, drawing you closer, pulling whine after desperate whine from you and stealing your breath.
Landing on your hip, his hand traveled downwards – over the thick of your thigh, and down the inside in smooth motions. He tugged on your leg, pulling it to rest over his hip, his hard cock rutting into your bare heat. His kiss got more desperate; his tongue melded with yours. It was hot, and dizzying and all-consuming all at the same time.
You grinded against him, feeling his hard cock against you. The fabric of his underwear caught on your clit, rubbing it just right, your arousal darkening the fabric. You moaned into his mouth, a desperate need for Joel building deep in your stomach.
With a rut of his hips, he broke away from your kiss. “You want me to fill up this perfect little pussy, don’t you baby?” His hand on your cheek disappeared between your bodies.
“Yes,” you tried to say, but the words got stuck in your throat when you felt the head of Joel’s cock rub up and down your folds. Your heavy breathing, the slick sound of your arousal the only sound in the room.
“Listen’ baby, y’hear how wet you are for me?” he whispered in awe, the head of his cock caught on your clit. You braced yourself with a hand to his shoulder, breathy pants the only sounds leaving your lips.
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” he chuckled. He let go of the grip around his cock, the sound of it slapping against his stomach obscene. A beat later he swiped his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal before drawing tight circles to your clit.
Your face squeezed shut in pleasure, your fingers dug into his shoulder. He eased a finger inside, before he quickly pulled out and added another. The stretch of his fingers was easy, your arousal dripping over his knuckles as he thrusted them inside with ease.
You grinded down on his hand, meeting his thrusts, forcing his fingers deeper inside. Always so attentive, Joel curled his fingers where they hit your spot perfectly, just like he’d done last night. A breathy squeal fell from your lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart, let me hear you,” he egged you on.
“Joel, please,” you panted. Sparks traveled through your body, collecting in a pit in your stomach where it coiled in on itself, aching for release.
He curled his fingers again, and hit your spot – his palm snug against your throbbing clit, “Fuckin’ perfect you are, darlin’, so tight and wet around my fingers.”
“Shit,”
He pushed you straight for the edge, your walls fluttered around his fingers. Your panting got heavier, your eyes squeezed shut, you’re so close. Joel chuckled, his breath puffing your face and he… pulled away.
You whined at the emptiness, opening your eyes to see him staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.
He cupped your jaw, “Poor baby,” he pouted before he pulled you in for a kiss. You sighed into him, desperate to feel him anyway he wanted.
“Turn around,” he ordered against your lips, his hand letting go of your jaw to tap at the top of your hip.
You did as he told you, turning around in his hold to press your ass against him, feeling his hard cock pressed against you. Behind you, you heard him let out a deep and guttural groan. His hand hooked under your thigh, lifting it to your chest and exposing your wet and desperate cunt for him. You let him manhandle you into the position he wants, trusting him to know what’ll feel the best.
He guided the tip of his cock through your soaked folds coating it in your arousal before grazing it over your throbbing clit.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear, like a hiss. He lined himself up with your entrance, teasing you, and himself.
“I-I need it, Joel, please,” you begged, a hand clinging to the sheets.
“Yeah? You need it, sweetheart? Need this big cock to fill you up?” he asked, pushing just the tip inside.
“Joel, please, please,” you whimpered, almost a squeak. In one fluid motion he pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt inside you. The stretch of him was overwhelming, but the angle had you seeing stars.
“Ah– fuck,” you cried, your eyes immediately squeezing shut. Your hand searched for his where it held your leg to your chest. You needed to anchor yourself to him, afraid you’d fall apart right there and then.
“You alright sweetheart?” you heard him whisper in your ear, and you nodded slightly, “Feel good?”
“Yes, Joel,” you whimpered, mouth dipping open in pleasure.
Behind you he groaned into your ear, cursing in hushed whispers. “That’s it, good fuckin’ girl, takin’ all that cock inside,” he pulled out nearly all the way, taking his time with it, moving with practiced motions.
“Shit,” you mewled as he bottomed out inside for the second time. Grinding against your ass, he pushed himself as deep as he possible could – you felt him in your fucking stomach, he was so deep.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” he told you, pulling out and thrusting back inside.
Picking up the pace, Joel started fucking into you deep and hard. With each grind of his hips against your ass, with every thrust, he made sure to bury his thick cock as deep inside as he could, angling his cock expertly so the head rubbed up against your spot. Behind you he grunted and moaned in your ear. It was sweaty and hot, and sticky between your legs.
He let go of your leg, ordering you to press it to your chest, as his hand traveled downwards to brush his fingers over your throbbing clit.
“Joel,” you mewled. He pulled a symphony of whimpers and moans from you with every thrust.
“This pussy’s so fuckin’ tight– shit,” he panted in your ear, “You’re so good for me baby, takin’ that cock so well.”
His fingers pressed down on your clit, drawing tight circles, pushing you towards the edge of bliss. You squirmed against him, hips meeting his with every thrust as you start to chase your fast approaching orgasm.
“Need you to come for me, sweetheart– squeeze that cock like a good girl.”
“Joel,” you cried and let go. Your walls fluttered around his cock as you came, back arching off his chest, as your body squirmed and shook in his arms. Breathy gasps and pathetic whimpers left your lips as he kept up his unrelenting pace, fucking you through it, and prolonging your high.
You were far away. Blissed and fucked out as you came down from your moment of ecstasy. Behind you Joel’s grunts bordered on desperate, as his thrusts started to become sloppy.
“Shit, sweetheart– m’close, so fuckin’ close.”
“Come for me Joel,” you pleaded.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he pulled out.
His hand was on you in an instance, pushing you to your stomach as he turned you around. He knelt over you, fisting his cock desperately. Turning your head, you pushed off the bed to look over your shoulder where you found his eyes, locking them with his. Joel came with a guttural moan, the muscles in his stomach tightening and loosening as he coated your ass in his cum. It was hot and sticky on your back, feeling it drip slowly down the side of your waist.
“God damn,” he breathed out through a chuckle. His breath was heavy, like he’d just climbed ten stories.
You turned to your side to look up at him properly. He looked beautiful; his hair messy from sleep, broad chest heaving, a content smile pulling at his lips as you gave him a smile.
“Took the words straight out of my mouth.”
i hope you liked this! part two -> here
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10K announcement + hand pics
I MELT AT NECK BITES
I bow down to polaroid girls
New hobbies
Face reveal #1
Face reveal #2
Guiding others to a treasure I don't possess
Me on most days
I'm part of the cool kids
5k announcement
Girls with chokers are so hot
Pretty girls blow my mind
100 announcement
Somnophilia/ Intox (inc. rape variants)
Drugging a girl over time
She's a people pleaser
Netflix in bed or a violent, drunken rape?
You're so beautiful, I need to fuck you even when you're tired
Filling the void in your heart and date raping you
Incesty, icky somno fucking (reallly icky)
Waiting for you to fall asleep
Fucking my sleepy sister (incest obvs)
Your brother drugs and fucks you (incest)
Drink as much as you want (incest again lol)
An older man using you while you sleep
Daddy's going to slip a sedative in your drinks one day (incest)
I'm sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night
Incest/ Incesty/ 'Daddy stuff'
Marrying my daughter
You can call me dad
Manipulating my older sister into bending over
Fucking my little sister while our parents sleep
Seducing my grown up rape baby (mentions of rape)
Reclaiming my daughter on her wedding night (cheating technically)
My sister brings me fresh pussy every week
Daddy's going to knock you up
Teaching my sister to fuck and letting her drink my piss
Teaching you to grind on a plushie I've gifted you
Your parents disciplining you
Daddy cheering you up after you've been cheated on
You've become so good at sucking my cock
Where do you feel your daddy issues?
Daddy's going to give himself grandkids
My dumb little whore's fucked up her college grades (misogyny)
Daddy wakes you up and fucks your lewd body
You can take Daddy's cock in your ass
Good parents will always fuck their daughters
Can't fit these into existing categories exactly
Reading my posts in school
Stalking my blog with a hand pressed against your pussy
You want to be your boyfriend's sextoy?
Keep track of the orgasms while I overstimulate you
I love the duality of a woman (wholesome praise/ degradation mix)
Making a girl lewder by covering her face first (misogyny/ dumbification)
Stretching out your asshole to my gross words (degrading)
I tracked you down to a club (manipulative/ possessive)
Having you clean up your mess while we study (kind of degrading)
I'll brutally fuck you the way you deserve
Claiming you in front of my friends (exhibitionism/ possessive)
The only god you worship is me (religion)
Someone's on the other side of the door (exhibitionism)
Grooming a (legal) teen (icky icky language)
The right sort of maths in your head
Happy birthday! (degrading language)
Old people fucking (really wouldn't recommend reading this)
A foray into the incel mindset
A virgin needs her holes used
You're not allowed gangbangs (possessive/ obsessive)
The first step in turning my partner freeuse
My harem of women competing for my attention
Reclaiming you (possessive/ obsessive)
Trad wife (misogynistic)
The perfect mutually toxic relationship (rapey)
How I'd make my sub earn her collar
Two women restraining you
Don't hide that gross porn you're watching from Daddy
Gaslighting fun #1
Gaslighting fun #2
Mind fucks are amazing
Teaching maths
Manipulating you with soft, sweet words
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Werewolf BF meets Hitachi Wand (Long Version)
A/N: This is the long version of this. I hope you enjoy it! I am going to sleep now. I was on a renfaire today and now I am so incredibly tired. Good Night everyone! -Swan/Moon
He had been snooping around your flat while you were gone. Your werewolf bf was very keen on finding something special: your sextoy-Box. The other day you had mentioned you had a few and he just wanted to see them. What dirty little secrets did you have?
So he looked around and found them in your nightstand. "Kinky little thing..." he murmured as he looked down on the selection of toys. Nipplesuckers, nippleclamps, two kinds of robes, two different dildos and four different clit stimulating toys. The big Hitachi, which he only knew from porn, made his mind spin.
What would happen if he vibed your clit while you took his knot? Would you milk him? Would you tremble? Would you take his knot better? What sounds would you make?
His mind went wild with all the different scenarios. Quickly, he decided that he had to try it out. He needed answers to quieten his mind... Luckily for him you would be home soon...
Your werewolf bf prepared everything, placing the Hitachi under the pillow so it would be a surprise. Putting away all the other sextoys again. He made the bed like you oreferred and waited while watching a movie. He felt excited at the thought of what would come.
When you came home, he greeted you at the door. Pulling you into a hot and demanding kiss. After the rough day at work you really needed this. Your bf and you didn't need words. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, his hands wandered down your blouse to open it. Of course you helped him, standing bare before him in a matter of seconds. He lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom before throwing you onto the bed. You chuckled as he approached.
"What?" He asked with a grin as he crawled on top of you. Captivating your lips in a gentle kiss, before turning demanding. Before turning, talking and claiming. He pushed you down, pressed you into the bed with his weight. You felt wet and hot between your thighs. His determination was arousing. His finger gently traced your nipples before pinching them, making you whimper. Your werewolf bf enjoyed your whimpers, he drank them in and sucked in your other nipple. Teasing you like that before parting your legs and making you grind his thigh. He had you in an awkward position and it made it difficult for you to please yourself. He chuckled at your helplessness. Again he pinched your nipples, making you whimper. You were so wet from him alone playing with your nipples like that.
"I need you..." You whined, wanting him to fuck you. He rarely knotted you and prefered it when you grinded on his knot. You loved doing that. Your boyfriend caved in, turning you around and fucking your sweet pussy from behind. He didn't prepped you as much as usual. However you were wet enough for him to slowly slide in. Drawing little moans and whimpers from you. When he moved, your eyes rolled back. All the right spots were hit and rubbed. His large hands reached under you and twisted and teased your nipples. You whined, telling him he'll make them sore. "Good." He answered with a mean grin. It turned you even more on when he said it like that. His pace got fast as he reached around and rubbed your clit while pumping into you. You came a moment before you felt his knot.
"Can I knot you, Baby?" He groaned, waiting for your answer. "Yes!" You exclaimed, loving the feeling of being filled so much. He worked his fat knot into you, it took some time and spit, but he made you take it. You were filled to the brim. He rolled with you so you could lay on the side.
"I have a surprise." He said breathlessly. "And that would be?" You asked, in the matter of a blink you heard your Hitachi. The next thing you know it was being pressed against your puffy clit. You jolt up, making him moan. You exclaim his name as he works the vibe up and down your clit. Your mind got fuzzy, you could feel the pleasure building inside of you again.
He was right, you milked him. He groaned and moaned, it felt so good. You were so tight, so hot so welcoming... Suddenly you clenched so hard around his knot that he came with a surprised gasp. Quickly it was replaced by a grin and he increased the vibration. You moaned and trembled, it was too much, it was too good. You were so over-stimulated, but the next orgasm was just in your reach. "Please!' You begged. For what you weren't sure. Your bf increases the Vibration again and he loudly called your name. You were just trembling on his knot. He was getting overstimulated as well now. You grabbed the wand and turned the vibes all the way up. This made him whimper and plead, you cum and he screams his pleasure out.
After that you two put the Hitachi away; tired and exhausted, knotted and happy. Your bf hugged you from behind, cuddling up to you as the two of you slipped into a nap after vibing your brains out....
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It’s been a few years since I wrote something and English isn’t my first language. Also first time I am writing/posting something on tumblr 😅
Anyway Hazbin is my new hyperfixation, so I’ve written something 👉🏻👈🏻
Warning: Mentions of death and murder as well as sex toys, but nothing too out of the ordinary for this show.
Alastor x Reader
Word Count: 1.070
Idea from: @this-hazbin-quoted
"What in the heavens is that?" Your voice carried a mix of curiosity and concern as you stepped into the hotel's living room, your eyes instantly drawn to the shiny, noisy object that had captivated everyone's attention.
Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, and Angel Dust were scattered around a brand new, fancy-looking television. The device looked out of place amid the hotel's usual furnishings. *Your husband will be more than just pissed when he sees this,* you thought, a wry smile tugging at your lips. *Understatement of the century*.
"We got it because Sir Pentious wanted to show us something new called Netflix," Charlie explained, her eyes twinkling. Her excitement was infectious, but you remained skeptical. "And what better than a movie evening huddled up together as a bonding activity," she added, her arms dancing through the air to emphasize her point.
"Mhhh," you hummed noncommittally, drifting towards the bar where Husk had already prepared your favorite drink - a dark, smoky whiskey that promised a momentary escape from the madness of Hell. You let yourself fall onto one of the bar stools, the leather creaking under your weight. "I don’t know if this is such a good idea," you mumbled, the warm liquid burning a path down your throat, leaving a trail of bitterness.
"I tried talking them out of it, but they’ve been glued to this nonsense for hours," Husk grumbled, his tail swishing in visible irritation. He poured another drink, his movements more mechanical than thoughtful.
Raising an eyebrow, you turned to observe the group. Angel Dust was lounging on the sofa, his posture relaxed. "Well, first we were watching a documentary about sextoys," he began, only to be cut off by Vaggie's death promising glare. "But since everyone's acting prudish, we switched to something else," he finished, rolling his eyes dramatically.
The group was mesmerised by the screen, their expressions a mix of fascination and horror. Husk slid another drink towards you, his own bottle now halfway to empty. "When Alastor gets back, I'm not going to be a part of this circus," he growled, taking a long swig.
Your attention was snapped back to the TV by a dark, ominous voice. "Until this day, nobody knows what happened to the man. All that was found were his glasses and one of his shoes, floating in the river."
A sense of familiarity washed over you, and you slid off the stool, drawn to the group huddled around the TV.
The story was unnervingly familiar, like a half-remembered dream. Squinting, you joined them on the sofa. "Want some?" Angel offered, extending a bowl of popcorn towards you as you took a seat next to him. You grabbed a handful, tossing them into your mouth. But as the storyteller uttered the victim's name, the popcorn lodged in your throat, triggering a fit of coughing.
"Hey there, toots, usually you choke on something that is a bit more substantial," Angel said with a snort, patting your back. "You alright, Y/N? We can switch to something else if this is too much," Charlie offered, her fingers hovering over the remote, concern written all over her face.
"No, no, it's fine!" you sputtered, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. If only they knew why that name shocked you.
Time drifted by as you all settled into watching "True Crimes Unsolved." The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows that danced along with the flickering images on the screen. You found yourself huddled under a blanket with Angel Dust, both of you gradually growing more tired by the hour, your eyes heavy with sleep.
Suddenly, a jarring static noise pierced the quiet, sending shivers down your spine. You looked up, startled, to see your husband, Alastor, perched at the edge of the sofa. His smile was strained, a forced mask over his growing irritation.
"May someone enlighten me as to why we have this grotesque picture device here?" His voice, was filled with static, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
"Darling," you started, hoping to diffuse the tension, but Charlie, ever the optimist, was already bounding over with her usual infectious enthusiasm and of course undying charm. You could see Alastor's eye twitch slightly, a sign of his growing annoyance.
Alastor's mood shifted suddenly, his attention captured by the story on the screen. "Oh, I remember this one. He tasted rather delightful," he said with a giggle that was as unsettling as it was genuine. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, every eye turning to Alastor, who was now fixated on the TV.
"Didn't he, darling?" Alastor squeezed in between you and Angel, wrapping an arm around you. Your face flushed a bright shade of red, and you desperately avoided everyone's gaze. "Ha, they never found him. I told you, darling, burying his bones beneath a protected area was a brilliant idea!”
Before he could continue, you jumped to your feet. "Alright, that's enough for today. Time for bed," you declared, your voice trembling nervously. Alastor's grin widened, the mockery clear in his eyes.
As the room cleared, Angel Dust leaned in, his grin mischievous. "Never took you for the type, toots. But hey, we're all sinners down here," he teased, patting your head with a genuine and friendly smile.
Finally alone, you collapsed onto the sofa beside Alastor. "You didn't have to tell them," you pouted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.
Alastor leaned in close, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Darling, you're my wife. They already have to know," he chuckled, his hand gently caressing your cheek.
Time passed, and Alastor wrapped an arm around you, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. "Do you want to see how many more of them are people we've dealt with together?" he asked, a hint of fondness in his voice.
You snuggled closer, resigning yourself to watching a few more episodes. But Alastor's final comment about the television lingered in the air. "This device will be gone tomorrow. I'm not fond of it," he said, the static in his voice sending yet again a thrill through you.
You buried your face in his button up shirt. "Not every new technology is a threat," you murmured. His only response was a haunting stare. Sighing, you kissed the corner of his mouth. "Fine, podcasts it is, then," you said with a chuckle.
Thanks for reading my little drabble ☺️
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Give them a finger and they’ll bite the whole arm
Summary: Dazai, Chuuya and you had different understandings of what a master-slave relationship is. Or when your bedroom life steps into your public and you need to make decisions. Fast.
Pairing: Dazai x Fem!reader x Chuuya
Inspired by Kinktober prompt 8. Master & Slave
Warning: 18+ minors DNI! Contains: Cursing and anger, pushing boundaries and degrading-kink(?) and Master & Slave done wrong. Heavy mention of: sex, humiliation(?) and sextoys, Threesome, oral sex, exhibitionism, trying different kinks and tiny hint at dubious consent.
Enjoy? ~
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Slamming the door shut with unnecessary violence, you stomped down the corridor in the direction of Chuuya’s office. If Dazai wasn’t in his office then he was surely with Chuuya. No doubt they were plotting some kind of new sadistic game for you three for tonight or sucking each other off. There was no serious work when it came to those two.
Approaching Chuuya’s office door, you rip it open in one rough motion, making it slam against the opposite wall with a loud ‘Bang’. You were greeted with the sight of Chuuya’s desk covered in work stuff messily pushed into one corner- papers, folders, sticky notes and a mug, allowing two bottles of wine, viagra, whips, cockring and dildos in various sizes to occupy the majority of the space. Behind the desk sat Dazai, fully dressed, digging in the drawers of the desk for any more fun stuff. He looked quite surprised, clearly not expecting to see you there. You could hear sounds in the private bathroom and assumed Chuuya was in there getting ready.
“ Y/N? Here to join?” Dazai asked, a sweet smile on his face.
“ What the hell do you think?” You snapped back, leaving the door purposefully opened as you stepped inside the office. Even with it opened you knew that most members- at least those who valued their life- gave wide berths to both yours and Chuuya’s offices with only a handful of exceptions.
Still you thought you made it clear you were not here for anything sexual. Apparently not clear enough:
“ My, my what a naughty girl you are,Y/N you must be extremely wet if you’re acting like this” He purred, standing up from the chair to move closer. He came around the desk, and sat on its edge, facing you. Even from your distance you could see the bulge in his pants, the outline of his half hard cock tucked firmly away. For now. This is often how your wildest nights started- with Dazai unbelievably horny “ And door wide opened too? Our little slave is growing up into a fine exhibitionist, right Chuuya?”
You glanced behind you to see that Chuuya had come out of the bathroom, yet he still lingered in the doorway. His blue eyes focused on the opened office door. He was less than dressed, wearing just his hat, gloves and a pair of candy underwear. If the posing pouch, held together by thin sheer elastic and small edible candies could actually be called that. The sight of him so vulnerable made you bite your lip, momentarily forgetting your anger and why you stormed into his office in the first place.
Dazai followed your gaze before he came up to you and placed his hands on your waist slowly inching you towards the desk. He hummed in thought “ I don’t think this attire will do though” he muttered beginning to pull your shirt off.
Anger reignited, you slapped his hands away from yourself. “ Get off.” you muttered “ We need to talk”
“ Of course we do darlin' “ his hands were back on you, roughly groping your ass. Earning himself a shudder and a quiet moan. His face was cold, almost bored but for the smirk playing on his lips as his hands abandoned your ass and moved back up to your shirt, and pulled it up. His hands a dead give away to his excitement and sadism all in one. This was a look that would make the strongest of mafia members piss their pants and you’d be lying if you said that, under normal circumstances, the thought of being utterly dominated by this man was not one of your deepest desires. “ Underwear? I’m disappointed. I thought you wanted to go bare today”
You felt your cheeks flush as you sucked in a breath to calm yourself. “ I said- get off!” you said again, this time being sure to utter every word slowly, with each syllable, pushing him backwards. You used most of your strength on the final word successfully pushing him a good distance away from you, and from Chuuya desk that was suddenly right beside you. To cement your point you took a step back from him, pulling your shirt back down while giving him the meanest look you could master under the circumstances.
“ Now now that’s not how you treat your master Y/N, keep this up and your punishment will last even longer than last time!” Chuuya started moving closer, reaching towards you. If Dazai brought out the worst in you when it came to the bedroom, made you crave the most deprived things his mind could conjure Chuuya was your lifeline, touching you in just the right ways to make you surrender; caring for you whenever it becomes too much and of course adding his own twists and fetishes to the loving blend.
“ We might reconsider your punishment if you beg on your knees like the obedient little bitch you are- the little slut we taught you to be” Dazai suggested, never once losing that condescending cold look.He was daring you to continue; to talk back to him.
You didn’t respond to him, but didn’t move towards him either. Didn’t take one of his favorite positions bent over his lap. You needed to get through to both of them that, as appealing as fucking sounded, it was not the time right for it. It was not why you were there.
“ I’m serious. We. Need. To. Talk” You state again, your eyes watching Dazai’s hands move towards his belt, undoing the clasp. When you didn’t move he began advancing towards you, with clear intentions in mind.
You growled loudly in frustration. Grabbing the closest thing to you- Chuuya’s half empty coffee mug that was abandoned on the edge of the table, you threw it as hard as you could in the direction of Dazai’s head. You missed him by an inch, the mug slamming into the wall behind him, splattering the still warm drink onto his clothes. “ Will you fucking stop and listen? It’s not a joke anymore!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.
Silence.
“ Y/N?” Chuuya asked hesitantly behind you, the cocky shaming tone gone, replaced by confusion and something soft. He tried to reach towards you, but you were quick to shied away from his touch, forcing him to drop his hand helplessly to his side “ You’re seriously mad? What’s wrong?”
“ What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! How fucking dare you ask that” you sneered all the pent up anger from earlier returning, accelerated by the frustration of how long it took for them to finally take you serious “ Who gave you the right to pull me from missions? How incapable do you think I am?!”
“ It’s not that you’re incapable Y/N” Dazai stated having regained an ounce of composure “ It’s just unnecessary. It’s a masters job to take care of arbitrary things in their subs place. It has nothing to do with your competence- it’s for your sake.”
“ Then what do you propose I do? Just sit around the apartment all day on my hands and knees while you ‘handle everything’ from bills to income? Like a fucking sex-doll Dazai?!” Your voice went up into a scream towards the end as you lost all control over your emotion. You were met with blank eyes in return. Dazai may have been physically present in the room but mentally he had already fled the conversation. He could never handle you yelling, but at least he had matured enough not to run out of the room- that very instant.
“ Y/N, we earn plenty for all three of us” Chuuya started as if income was your biggest concern “ I’m not saying you’re a prisoner or that you need to sit waiting ready for us- even if its insanely hot when you do. Still any time outside of joint activities is still yours for hobbies and interests. Just think of it as extra free time to recover after our bedroom sessions and more time for yourself and things you wish you could do but don’t manage to do right now.”
“ Then you agree with him?” You fixed your gaze on Chuuya who was still cautiously studying you. At least he wasn’t eyeing the exit the way Dazai was. You knew their quirks by heart- what made them sweat and what made them panic. The situation made you groan loudly. Trying to calm yourself you ran both of your hands over your face, resisting the urge to just scream. “ I should have known. Of course you would- I’m sure it was your idea to isolate me in that damned house in the first placed”
You saw Chuuya tense at your words. He was a man who lost many and thus was always anxious that you’d be taken away from them- from him. Did his fear finally get the best of him despite everything you’ve done, everything you’ve agreed to do to show them you were serious about your relationship?
“ Hey It’s not like that” His voice didn’t sound convincing in your ears.
You moved your hands from your face and ran them through your hair, using the moment to take several deep breaths in an attempt to regain what little composure you could. You purposefully didn’t look at either of them.
“ This has gone too far” You said more for yourself than either of them.
Your hand moved to your neck, to fiddle with the hand crafted choker adoring your throat. The back of it was soft black leather while the front contained a golden chain with a dangling heart that would tighten the collar if one pulled on it. Even just a little was enough. It was custom made by your favorite jeweler and it was one of the first gifts you received after you agreed to take things to another level in the bedroom. Since you received it, it was always on you- a reminder of your relationship and a signifier of your submissive position. Normally it gave you comfort and sufficient trust to try whatever Chuuya and Dazai wanted to do in the bedroom.
At least once.
Now it was as if the spell broke- the rose tinted glasses cracked, leaving you exhausted, nervous, a bit ashamed but most importantly afraid.
“ Y/N?”
Reaching towards the back of the collar you made quick work of the clasp keeping it on your neck, bending the decadent metal in the process. “ I’m done.” There was no more fight in your voice as you threw the choker to the floor and turned to leave.
“ Y/N come on, we’re not done talking yet” Chuuya grabbed your arms, a desperation in his voice you hadn’t heard in a long time.
“ This has crossed the line- all lines! I’m done.” you repeated, twisting your arm until he let go. You hurried out of the room while you still had the upper hand. If they got themselves in order, right now, you wouldn’t put it past Chuuya and Dazai to forcibly make you stay.
“ Y/N come on don’t be like that, Y/N? ”
You took another step away trying to rush towards the door. Just one more just one– your body froze. A red aura surrounded you- Chuuya’s ability? Your suspicions were confirmed as you glanced at his bright red eyes, his hand on the back of your shirt. Your body felt light, like a feather that couldn’t stay; it would probably sway in any direction if Chuuya as much as breathed onto you. The only thing that felt heavy were your feet which kept you on the ground. When Chuuya swung his hand up, your feet felt feather light and you floated up above the ground. You lost your footing, desperately trying to grip onto the office floor. It was futile. If anything it gave the two of them an advantage over you and your body.
You swallowed thickly as you watched Chuuya take a step closer to you. Your body shuddering. Fear? Anticipation? Desire? What was that bitter taste in your mouth–
Betrayal?
Despite the mess in your head you were certain of one thing; No one left or escaped the Mafia unless it was in a bodybag. You couldn’t know what Chuuya and Dazai were planning but you knew for certain that pulling you from your team, from missions, was effectively giving you a death sentence.
But the only question you had was; what did you do to deserve that? And more importantly- what were they going to do now? Now that you disobeyed them and were left completely in their mercy?
#chuuya nakahara x reader#chuuya x reader#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#kinktober#bsd chuuya#Master n slave done wrong#light angst#fear
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Ooh ooh can we do D Y Z for Lloyd please? I absolutely love this game!
From this dirty ask game, but Z - Zones has already been answered here.
This game in general, but more specifically everything Lloyd, is MINORS DNI. Boi is nasty and rude and I hate to love himwe love to hate him.
D -Dominance
"More? You want more, you selfish bitch?"
He grips your jaw harshly, fingertips digging into your cheeks.
"I tell you what you need and when. I'll even give you a hint. Neither of us needs your fucking mouth right now. You'll take what I give you--" he leans so close his mustache tickles the rim of your ear "--and I will love it.
Lloyd's hips snap forward, shoving you into the furniture so hard your thighs sting.
"Understand?"
You know he doesn't expect an answer, he told you your mouth was not required, and (whether it proves or disproves his point) he pushes two thick fingers against your tongue and holds them there until he's satisfied.
So, uh, yeah. Lloyd is a very mean dom. The type of dominant male that isn't actually a Dom because there is no safe word or system to protect you. This is not rocket science.
But...and that's a big 'but,' IF I could figure out a way to write him a repeat and consistent--the word 'lover' doesn't seem to apply here, hold up, eh, let's go with--fuck buddy, I think Lloyd would enjoy harsh pampering, someone super strict about his appearance, too, and someone brutal in their caring for him.
He would not see this as being dominated, and he would not allow it to go very far. It's not--well, I'm having trouble describing this--equal control, per se, but I think outside of sex he would appreciate someone as severe and indifferent as he is. Not a partner, bit like an appliance he finds useful, half-'sexy-butler-he-owns' and half-'a-showpiece-of-a-sextoy.' Right? That made sense. Totally articulate. For sure...
Bottomline, I hope you don't have any 'no's on your list; he'll make that his first priority of shit to do to you.
Y - Yes, Master
Lloyd.
It's not, like, a great name, is it?
Yeah, so he's good with all the power monikers--mister, master, sir, my king, my lord, whatever--and you get all the shaming ones--fatass, tubby, chubby, chubs, fuck toy, bitch, slut, whore...you get the picture.
The absolute truth is that he's...not really listening to you. He'll feed you lines of what he wants to hear, and even if you improvise things guaranteed to stroke his ego, Lloyd doesn't care. None of this is for you.
I should mention that 'daddy' is NOT on that list because it implies some sort of caring, or the requirement/expectation of care. This means something to Lloyd in the worst possible way. He hates the idea of owing you--or anyone else--anything.
If he refers to himself as 'Daddy,' if he asks you to call him 'Daddy,' FUCKING RUN.
He is in the mood to torture. He wants to feel responsible for the pain you are about to be in. For the love of all that is holy, degrading, or anywhere in between, get the fuck out of there and touch grass! You are not safe.
Thank you for asking!
[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
a/n: how has no one kicked me out of this fandom yet??? this damn game has made me flood the poor steve smut tag, and i probably got blocked by a bunch of people sick of my shit 😭😭😭 i'm sorry!
#ro answers#dirty asks#ask game#lloyd hansen fanfiction#lloyd hansen smut#lloyd hansen drabble#lloyd hansen imagine#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x you#lloyd hansen x y/n
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ALL THE STARS || ROWOON
The spicy scene in Destined With You inspired me to write this piece xo
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Rowoon/Kim Seokwoo x Fem reader
Word Count: 2.7K
Tags/warnings: Strangers to lovers ig?, they're just dating bro idk :), Lawyer!Rowoon, Flight attendant!reader, Dirty language, mentions of sextoys, oral sex (f and m receiving), rowoon has a big ass dick, unprotected sex, sex literally everywhere, porn with a little plot basically, praise kink, sir kink, slightly aged up!rowoon (to like early 30's), reader is in her early 20's, so much cum
Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123
ENJOY!
"So you must've visited a lot of countries then," Seokwoo said as he took a sip of his water, ice slightly clinking against the glass. You nodded and told him about your schedules as you worked on finishing the dessert.
It was your third date tonight and you were just telling him about how you started your work as a flight attendant. That is actually how the two of you met; he kept eyeing you up and down on that flight to Zurich.
Seokwoo went on a businesstrip there, he menitioned, and he would send you flirty or cheeky glances and smiles. You were weak at the knees soon enough, something you wouldn't show easily. This man was so charming you could not win from him, he had you at his mercy and he didn't even know it yet.
Before getting off the plane he had given you his card, asking you to call him that night and so you did. You stayed in Zurich for the weekend before hopping back on a plane to Seoul and you had a lovely evening where he took you to see the Ballet and treated you on dinner in a lovely French-styled restaurant.
The man was insightful and considerate. He kept everything respectful and clean but his flirty smile didn't get past you. He brought you back to your hotel and gave you a goodnight-kiss on the cheek. Back in Seoul you met him again for a more casual coffee date and here you were in the most romantic Italian restaurant, panties nearly soaked by how hot this man was.
And it's not even just his looks. Sure, he's sculpted like a Greek deity, you were very aware of that. Gorgeous hair and thick eyebrows, sharp jawline, good nose and plump lips and the most beautiful skin could get him anything he wanted. He was tall and intimidating, yet soft.
It was his actions that really made you down bad for him. He listened. It was nearly embarrassing to say but he listened and asked you questions, had actual nice conversations with you and gave you all the attention and princess treatment.
The way he was careful with you touched your heart in some way. These days all the men were pigs, looking for sex, being selfish and toxic. Yet this man seemed to be different. You tried so hard not to fall too hard and fast for him but he had you all wrapped around his finger. His delicious finger that you just couldn't wait to have in your mouth, to suck on. Or in your wet cunt.
His hands were warm and beautiful, large like the rest of him. It made you wonder what was under this suit of him. If you could just peek that would be enough to keep you going for a while, you thought to yourself.
You'd be fine if he wasn't so fine and so kind. But no, he had to be mr. Damn perfect and you needed to get on him now. All the fantasies of you throwing the table away to the side to jump on him were slowly becoming too much.
You were still talking about your work as you watched Seokwoo listen intently, but your eyes noticed when his gaze kept dropping to your lips, your neck, your jaw, your breasts, scanning you carefully.
If he could just slam his lips against yours and get those hands on your breasts and squeeze them you'd be fine, honestly. But he wasn't doing that. He was still being mr. Perfect. Fuck.
After sharing a piece of the most delicious tiramisu you've ever had in your life he paid the check and guided you to stand up. He stood behind you, helping you to get your jacket on again. His fingers brushed against your bare skin making you gasp slightly. Goosebumps raised on your skin while you felt yourself growing hotter and hotter on the inside.
His fingertips lingered on your skin so you knew he noticed it. He knew the affect that he had on you. "Shall we go, Y/N?" He asked as he handed you your purse. You smiled and nodded. "Let's."
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You were in his car minutes later, driving through the city. You hadn't discussed where you were going so you assumed he was going to drop you off at home again, which meant it'd be another night of you and your toycollection trying to keep yourself statisfied. But you weren't.
It had been quite some time since you've had some actual action and after a while the toys don't quelch that thirst any longer. You needed a real dick, a real man to tame the beast that awoke inside you.
Just as you were imagining another lonely night the man spoke up. "Do you mind coming to my place for a bit?"
Oh. There it was.
It sounded so innocent, coming to his place for a bit. Nothing had to happen, he could just comfortably get to know you. But you knew what he meant because the tension grew and grew, making you rub your thighs together ever so slightly. "No," you spoke, "I would not mind that at all."
He smiled and nodded, driving to his own place, which was apparently an apartment in a huge building. You knew the area was really wealthy so he must be earning a lot if he lived here. Of course he's a lawyer so that's kind of a given.
His apartment was plain but welcoming as you got in. You traded your strappy heels for comfortable slippers as you entered his living room. "Your place is quite nice," you smiled as your hand brushed against his arm. "I could show it to you, if you're interested," he offered.
And so he did, showing you every room in the place, except...
"What's in there?" You asked him, guessing for the bedroom. "That's my bedroom," he stated, confirming your thoughts. He opened the door and guided you in. The luxury was nearly overwhelming. Beautiful lights and materials were used and on top of that he has a gorgeous walk-in closet? Hand in marriage right now.
You walked into the walk-in closet and looked around, in awe of all of his clothes and shoes. "You really must be rich," you mumbled. He grinned and ran his left hand through his hair. "I am lucky," he nodded.
"But... I am even luckier to be going out with this beautiful lady," Seokwoo confessed as he stepped closer to you. His hand grazed slightly against your thigh before it caressed your cheek. He leaned in, his tall figure slowly coming towards you. The smell of his woody perfume penetrated your nostrils, making you sigh out of content.
His lips pressed against your own as he gently pushed you against the wall, accidentally turning off the light as you hit the switch. But he wasn't startled, his lips did not leave yours for a second. No, he was determined. Determined to claim you and make you his tonight.
The kiss was heated and set your body on fire. Your hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, slowly unbuttoning all the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned chest and chiseled abs. He was perfection himself.
Seokwoo's fingers found the zipper of your dress, gently pulling it down. His hands landed on your ass and grabbed it tight for a second, making you moan into his mouth. You felt his tongue slide in and his hands were sliding down your dress. You were left in your black lacey underwear, a sexy revealing set that you had just bought in case this would've happened, which made you thank your past-self for doing so.
Your hands made it to Seokwoo's belt, undoing it and unbuttoning his pants. He slid off his pants and lifted you onto the large island in his walk-in closet. His hands slid over your legs as they wrapped around him, your hands entangled in his hair as he kissed your neck, softly sucking on your skin.
"Seokwoo," you moaned out. He kissed the valley between your breasts before undoing your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Seokwoo licked his lips and latched his tongue on your nipples, licking and sucking them. Your pussy clenched around nothing as his hands grazed your thighs, giving you goosebumps again.
"You're a fucking angel," he whispered underneath his breath as he kissed and gently kneaded your breasts. "God, please," you cried out as you felt yourself grow wetter by the second. You have never been this horny before, you must've soaked your panties entirely by now.
He slid off your panties and opened your legs, admiring you in all your glory. His cock strained against the material of his underwear, ready to be released. However, he needed to touch you first, he needed to get his mouth on you.
Seokwoo went down on you, hands tightened on your hips as his tongue slid through your folds, collecting your wetness. He moaned at the taste of you as he ate you out, making you throw your head back slightly. His tongue switched between pumping inside you and licking and sucking at your aching clit. You arched your back whenever you felt a little jolt of pleasure shooting down your spine.
You moaned out his name over and over again when he focussed on your clit now. You were worked up enough and you were ready to release any minute now. "Please, yes!" You cried out at a particular hard suck on your clit. It already felt better than the satisfyer you used every night. You clearly found yourself a new toy. Or were you his toy instead?
There was no time to think because suddenly your orgasm washed over you, making you moan loudly as your body shuddered, releasing your arousal on Seokwoo's tongue. You both panted out after he rode out your orgasm.
He took you in his arms and lifted you up again. Your legs wrapped around him with ease as he carried you to his bedroom. He let you down before sliding his boxers down, revealing his large, hard, leaking cock.
"Fuck," you breathed out. You pushed him down onto the bed as you got on your knees for him. He swallowed thickly as you licked it from the base all the way to the tip, collecting the arousal that formed in the slit.
"Please, angel," he hissed. You could see he was ready to burst, couldn't wait any longer, so you took his dick in your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down, tongue flat against the underside of his cock. Spit and arousal formed a mixture dripping down his cock, all the way to his balls.
He moaned out, not shy to be vocal as you nearly deepthroated him, something not many women could do. "You're so fucking good baby, so fucking good," he praised you as his hands found a way through your hair.
You noticed that he was getting close as his cock twitched in your mouth, so you released his dick with a pop. "I want you to fuck me," you stated. He nodded and laid you on the bed, towering over you. Before he could say anything you reached down and aligned his cock with your wet hole. "Put it inside me, sir."
He smirked and slid his hard length into you with ease. Seokwoo pushed it in deep, not having any mercy and not giving you any time to adjust to his size. No, he needed you now, he was gonna give it to you now. "Your pussy feels so good, it's so delicious and wet, baby."
"S-Seokwoo, Seokwoo, ah! Sir!" You moaned out as his cock moved deeply inside you, pace getting harder and faster with every thrust. "Please, oh God, please!"
"What is it angel? What is it that you want?" He grunted out. You cried out again as he slightly adjusted his position and moved faster, repeatedly hitting your g-spot, which he could tell from how loud you were getting.
"Fuck, right there hm? Right there, babygirl?" He groaned as he thrusted again and again, your brain clouded. You could hardly form any words as he fucked you into oblivion, slowly falling apart himself too. Your moans created a sinful melody together that would replay in your mind forever.
"It's so good, c-cock's so good!" You cried out as you felt his large member twitch inside you, signaling he was close to cumming. "Please, please cum inside me, sir, please cum inside me," you begged as your nails dug into the skin on his shoulders. His eyebrows furrowed and his moans got louder as his thrusts got erratic and sloppy, releasing his hot cum deep inside you.
He stopped moving and panted heavily as you caressed his cheek. Before you could say anything he lifted you up and put you on his desk. Like a habit your arms and legs were wrapped around him as he slid his still erect, cum-coated cock into you again.
"Seokwoo!" You cried out. "I'm gonna make you cum on my cock angel, don't worry, I'm gonna make you cum so hard you're gonna see stars," he moaned into your ear as he thrusted deeply inside you. "Yeah?" You breathed out, looking at him and provoking him with your eyes.
"Fuck, yes baby, yeah," he smirked. He pounded into you, desk and everything on it slightly shaking but he could not care less. All he wanted was to make you a shaking mess again.
It didn't take long before you felt your orgasm build up inside you, ready to be released. Seokwoo sensed it and felt you clenching down on his cock. "You're gonna cum on my cock, right baby? Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl? You're such a good girl," he panted, lost in his own pleasure.
You nodded eagerly as your whines grew louder as your orgasm got closer. Soon enough, the wave of pleasure washed over you, making your body shake around him. He fucked you through your orgasm, getting the loudest moans out of you as he showed no signs of slowing down.
''I haven't seen stars yet,'' you panted out, smirking at him. A cocky smirk played on his lips as he pulled out of you. He bend you over the desk, sliding into you from behind again. He fucked you hard and deep and your legs were so weak for him you nearly fell to the ground. ''Please! AH!'' you cried out.
''You like that hm? You just love my cock deep inside you, honey, right?'' ''Yes, Yes I love your cock, I love your cock!'' you whined loudly. ''Sir, please, please,'' you begged him but he just smirked. ''You wanna see fucking stars, right?'' His body covered yours as he fucked you hard and deep, fingertips finding your clit and playing with it, giving you another mindblowing orgasm.
Seokwoo's hands were everywhere and it was slowly becoming too much. This time he truly showed you all the stars. You were a moaning mess, unable to form a sentence. After a few more thrusts he moaned loudly and released himself inside you again, filling your wet pussy up to the brim.
He slowly stopped and spun you around and you fell into his arms, panting intensely. He got the both of you back on the bed and laid you down on his chest where you could come down from your high. ''I got you, angel,'' he smiled, ''you did so well for me.''
You nodded, caressing his skin gently. The tension in the room was gone and now you were cast by his lovespell. His arms felt safe and sound and you slowly dozed off, completely worn out by him. He chuckled as he kept holding you. ''You cannot fall asleep angel, you have to be cleaned up... And you need to go to the toilet.''
Seokwoo kissed your head and helped you back on your feet and guided you to the bathroom. He then went back to the bedroom to wait for you. When you came back you were shy and tucked your hair behind your ear. He opened his arms, welcoming you to lay back on his chest. ''You're beautiful,'' he whispered in your ear. You giggled and nuzzled your face into his chest, dozing off again, sleeping in his arms.
#kpop#sf9#rowoon#kim seokwoo#rowoon x reader#starshinehwaa#after ep15 in destined with you#i couldnt help writing this#i need him to dick me down now
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𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭
Yan!Jason Todd smut headcannons w fem reader
Warnings:sexual exploitation, oral (both receiving), breeding and baby trapping mentions, praise, somnophilia
Although friends and benefits isn't what Jason wanted exactly it better than nothing. It took him so long to even weasel his way into your bed. He hoped that one day he'd be able to provide you with a love deeper than lust. That you'd see something deeper within him, he could father your children and do an incredible job. He'll use this lewd relationship to study you, mastering your pleasure making you believe that Jason was made to please you, no one else compares. (and to gather blackmail material)
When he was first resurrected, Jason fucked everyone who wanted him, he couldn't distinguish between being used and being loved. The loneliness was crippling, he was dead, he longer existed, both to the public and to his so-called family, he just wanted to feel, the nails the sketched into his back proved that he was still alive, he was still wanted.
He's a boob man; he just like holding them, and sucking them, nuzzling his head in the valley between your boobs. He loves leaving kisses down your body, his head enclosed by your breasts as his hands manhandle your bosoms. During harder days he'll fuck your breasts, he wants, needs to feel control, that you are his sextoy, the idea that he decides wether you deserve to come or you just get used, something that was so often done to him.
Breeding, he tries to baby trap you. He'll poke holes in condoms and persuades you to go off of birth control, saying that it fucks with your body too much, and he doesn't mind wearing condoms. He can't want to see your body swell with his children, and if your friends with benefits situation has taught you anything its that Jason is a provider, he'll stop the vigilante course, he'll probably go into working in rehabs, god knows Gotham needs them. He'll be the best father. Every time, in the run up to his climax, he moves in closer, if that's even possible, his eyes fixed on yours, in-between kisses he mutter out how he can't wait to fill you up, he'll stay inside of you, both for the connection and to stop his cum from leaking out of you.
Oral, he could spend hours worshipping at the alter that exists in-between your legs, making you come again and again, he loves watching you come undone, your legs snaking around him, the way you still listen for his commands, whenever your head flings itself back with your back arching with the waves of pleasure Jason supplies you with. When demands you look at him, you do it straight away, know the punishment is neglect, the absence of Jason means that you'd have to finish yourself off which will just annoy him further. He adores it when he wakes with your mouth around his cock, he might be a bit a little rough, his hands implanting themselves in your hair as he pushes you down, the sounds of you choking on his cock is the perfect alarm, the way you show him his essence on his tongue before kissing him, your just perfect for him.
He loves praise; the words muffled in-between kisses, your hands running along his scars, convincing him that he is loveable. Though it may only be lust for you, the lovelorn is clear in Jason's eyes. He hopes that the two of you will just fall into a relationship so he acts in this situation like it is. Hopefully you'll follow in his lead.
The way he shamelessly clings to you in the afterglow. Often still inside you, as he begins to offer you things. He goes above and beyond, he'll shower with you(he has all your products so your hookups never interrupt your schedules), get you a drink, he's all stocked up on your favourite foods. Jason also purchases clothes for you, although he buys a lot of lingerie but whenever he sees something pretty he'll pick it up for you. Whenever you wear something he brought he feels an overwhelming sense of pride and he can't wait to rip it off of you.
#yandere jason todd x reader#yandere jason todd#yandere red hood#yandere red hood x reader#red hood x reader#red hood#yandere family#yanderedc#my writing
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packing
santiago garcia x reader
summary: you're moving out. santi helps you packing, and it's the perfect occasion to finally talk about everything unsaid between the two of you.
warnings: mentions of sextoys for some reason....... don't look at me like that. sexy times mentionned and implied, the fic fades to smut so it kinda starts but nothing too steamy
tags: f!reader, mutual pinning, friends to lovers
word count: 1.8k
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“Heard you needed help. I’m your man” were Santiago’s words before he winked at you and stepped into your half empty apartment.
You moved out at the beginning of next week, and because the laziness got the best of you you now had to rush to finish packing your stuff.
You had started when you were determined, all energy gone once your back hurt at the end of your first day of packing, and you hadn’t continued since. And this was your mistake.
You could have been wiser and you could have started packing gradually, a bit every day but no– procrastinating had sounded so much better to your “it’s cool, I still have time” ears.
You had started panicking when you realized it was Saturday already, so you had called your friend group in hope that they could help you get this covered, except they all happened to be conveniently busy. Except for one of them.
“I heard Santi’s available” was Frankie's casual reply when you called him to ask for his help, and you swore you had heard him smirk over the phone when he said this.
You honestly doubted Frankie, Benny and Will all happened to be busy, and you firmly believed that for a good reason; they had been doing their best to isolate you and Santiago since you had kissed at Benny’s birthday party.
Even though you had tried to resonate with them by telling them that you were both drunk and that this kiss probably didn’t mean much to Santiago, they had been actively keeping on trying to get the two of you to have a conversation about it.
Except as of now, packing was your priority.
“Thank you for coming to help me. I’ve been procrastinating doing this and I don’t know if I’d be done by tomorrow night doing this all by myself” you sighed, picking up an empty cardboard box and throwing it to Santiago.
He caught it and pinched a smile.
“No problem hermosa, you know I’m more useful helping you here than watching TV naked on my couch. Where do I start?” he asked, walking through your living room and looking at the boxes you had already packed used to support the TV, since you had already emptied and packed your TV stand.
“Would be nice if you could finish the bookcase next to the couch. You can put the CDs with the books, just name the box with both” you instructed, picking up the marker from the floor and handing it to him.
“Yes ma’am” he smiled taking the marker from your hand in a swift motion, determined to start his job and to do it right. Maybe the other boys not being here would actually profit you and you would be faster with your task, no distractions around.
“You know you’re not getting out of here without explaining why you watch TV naked” you said going back to the kitchen where you had started packing all your cooking tools. It was a kitchen opened on the living room, so you were not far from each other.
He chuckled. “Well because why not” he replied as he sat on the floor to empty the lower part of the bookcase.
“Why” you insisted, placing your cooking tools strategically in the box so everything would fit perfectly.
“You know I’m not the only one who does it. I mean– staying home naked. Frankie does it too. Well not anymore since his daughter was born but he used to do it”
“Bless that kid” you chuckled. “Still doesn’t answer my question” you asked looking back at him.
“It’s comfortable” he shrugged. “Things swaying freely” he said turning to look at you, a smirk on his face.
“Okay I’ll stop asking questions” you laughed shaking your head.
An hour and a half later Santiago had finished packing your living room, leaving only the couch and TV surrounded by cardboard boxes. You were also almost done with the kitchen except for a few cabinets and of course still leaving out the essential: a few forks, knives and spoons, and a few glasses and plates.
“Need help for the kitchen?” he asked, sitting on the counter.
“Yep, I was about to empty my mug cabinets. I have a lot” you nodded. You grabbed another cardboard box and sighed when you looked around but didn’t find what you were looking for. “Fuck can you get me the bubble wrap? I must have left it in my bedroom when I was packing the perfume bottles in my drawers”
“Sure be right back” you thanked him before starting to get the mugs out of the cabinet, placing them on the counter waiting for him to come back to start wrapping them.
Santiago went into your room and searched for the roll.
Walking towards your bed, he saw something looking like what he was looking for peeking out from under your bed, it had probably rolled and gotten under there accidentally.
He kneeled down to pick it up, noticing a black plastic box placed under your bed. He chuckled to himself before the pain in his knees reminded him that he couldn’t stay in this position for long, grabbing the bubble wrap roll and standing back up.
“Nice sextoys collection” he threw with a smug smile as he came back to the kitchen, handing you the bubble wrap roll.
You almost dropped the mug between your hands. “Wha– don’t tell me you–”
“No, but now I have the confirmation that it’s really your toy box” he laughed, and even harder when he saw your startled and slightly embarrassed face.
“You want a medal or something” you chuckled, taking the roll from his hands, your own hands not even capable of functioning correctly. You would definitely be losing some mugs after that.
“Hey don’t be embarrassed” he nudged your side. “Ever used them with someone else?” he asked leaning against the counter.
“Jeez Santi” you laughed. You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “Tried to. The guy didn’t want to because he saw it as its enemy. Turns out its enemy did a way better job than him afterwards” you explained wrapping one of your least favorite mug so you wouldn’t regret it if it slipped from your slightly trembling hands.
“Mh I see” he said reaching to grab one of the mugs to help you wrap them. “You just haven’t tried with the right guy yet” he sighed, turning to look at you.
You focused on arranging the box correctly to avoid his gaze as your cheeks heated at his words, trying to discard the feeling. “Probably” you mumbled. Probably.
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Santi plopped down on your couch, a low grunt leaving his mouth as he did so.
You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, exhaling in relief.
You were done. It seemed impossible, but here you were, everything packed.
“Wanna drink something as a reward?” you offered before you could sit down for good.
“Got a beer?” he asked raising his eyebrows.
“Yup” you said turning around to grab them from your refrigerator.
You uncapped them and sat down on your couch next to him, handing him his beer. He clinked his bottleneck against yours and you smiled, taking a sip before letting out another sigh of relief.
“Seriously, thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you” you declared smiling at him, and he finished his sip before smiling back at you.
“Eh if I hadn’t helped you who would have?” he rhetorically asked, chuckling.
“Right” you sighed, remembering the sarcastic exclamation point at the end of Benny’s message when he said he couldn’t come, Will’s fake pondering face when he did a quick review of his schedule when you called him on facetime, and of course Frankie suggesting Santi’s presence.
“You know they’re not really busy right” he questioned, turning to you and leaning his arm against the back of your couch. You threw a single nod before taking a sip of your beer. “You know they just want us to figure out what’s going on between us, right?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You sighed and looked over at him. “I know. I think they made that obvious”
He scratched the light stubble on his chin and put his beer down on the floor before returning to his previous position.
“Then what’s going on between us?” he asked tilting his head, and he smiled when he saw you chuckling. “What? I think we should give them what they want or they’re never gonna stop” he shrugged.
“Okay.” you cleared your throat before going further. “Well, I don’t know what’s going on between us but I liked kissing you” you admitted, immediately taking a sip of your beer after delivering your words. You were almost embarrassed at how fast your heart was beating.
He smugly smiled and looked you up and down.
“As friends?” he asked playfully, throwing his chin at you.
“Dunno, you?” you asked, mirroring his smile, putting your beer down on the floor too. You looked back at him and he shrugged.
“Well all I can tell you is I was drunk but I think I know what I was doing” he said with a single nod, pinching his lips into a small smile. “And I enjoyed it.”
“That’s good to know” you replied playfully, your gaze going back and forth between his lap and his face. “You’d do it again?”
“Do what?”
“Kiss me, idiot” you chuckled, planting your elbow against the back of the couch.
“Question or order?” he asked rhetorically, a smirk plastered on his face. You playfully hit his arm when you realized you had been tricked, and he nudged your side. “Answer the question”
Your face inched closer to his, and you tilted it slightly before answering. “Order” your voice was barely louder than a whisper.
His thumb and forefinger grasped your chin after your implied consent, and it took him a very short time to press his lips against yours once he was sure you both wanted it.
He kissed you and he knocked the air out of your lungs, your hands buried in his graying curls and his hands traveling up and down your curves.
You made out intensely, laying down on your couch, his body hovering over yours as he practically fucked his tongue into your mouth.
“If that wasn’t abundantly clear, not as friends, no” you panted against his slightly swollen lips once you pulled away for air.
“Good. Good choice” he said biting down on his bottom lip, laughing when you yanked his face down to kiss him again. He kneaded one of your breasts while his tongue plunged in your mouth, his thumb brushing against your hard nipple, and you moaned in his mouth as a result.
He pulled away from your mouth, his own shifting towards your ear.
“Hey I thought maybe we could make some use of that box under your bed. It’s not packed yet after all” he whispered, unable to cover the devilish grin on his face or the excitement in his voice.
And in his pants, too.
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hi! I was wondering if you can write a fic bellaxfem!reader where they are about to have sex for the first time after meeting a couple weeks before and fem!reader is nervous to tell Bella she doesn't enjoy penetrative sex
A/N: I rlly don't know if this is what u wanted so here u go. Enjoy and sry when it's too short. Will write soon more longer ones.
Warning: mention of sexual things in any way
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☆We find a way☆
It's been weeks since you and Bella started dating. Everything is very relaxed and as much as possible so that the public hardly gets wind of it.
The two of you chilling out as usual on one of these evenings in cinema.
"The film was very interesting. The views of the protagonist were super heartwarming. There should be more talk about LGBTQ. " You grin broadly and excitedly.
"Yes, I agree with you. They were really cute together" Bella smiles sweetly at you and unlocks the door to their flat.
"Are you tired?" Bella can't take their eyes off you. "A little and you?" you look at them after you have freed yourself from your jacket and shoes, sit down on the bed.
"Not really" Bella grips the back of their neck and shrugs. "I have an idea" they saucily sits down next to you and starts to kiss you softly. You smirk into the kiss and go for it when Bella suddenly stops only to continue kissing your neck just as tenderly.
"Ah...that...that tickles" you lean back a little to avoid them but they just grins cheekily and lays over you, arms resting on the left and right of your head them looks down at you.
"I want to make you so happy" Bella looks at you a bit fuzzy.
"I...-" Before you can get a word in, they kisses your neck again and slowly works their way down. The whole thing makes your body tingle but you feel too uncomfortable with the thought of just sleeping with them.
"Bella stop!" A little too abruptly, you push them away and sit up, averted from their gaze. You are too embarrassed to bring up the subject.
"Sorry...I didn't mean to push you. I've given you a lot of time...thought maybe now would be the right time after all these weeks..." Bella disappointed in herself looks to the floor and gives you space.
"That...no you didn't. You're right. It's not that I don't like you but...I..." you try to collect the words in your head.
Bella listens to you eagerly and trustingly. "I just don't like in-out stories...no matter if sextoy or finger. It just doesn't turn me on" your cheeks turn bright red and you don't dare look at them.
"So you mean that won't make you explode?" Bella sits down next to you and looks at you.
"N...not really no..." your eyes meet. "It's ok. We can try lots of other things if you want. I'm sure there'll be something you'll enjoy" They speaks to you, completely serious and deeply relaxed "I'm glad you told me". Bella smiles understandingly.
"We can start very slowly if you want and you guide me." Bella kisses you briefly and smiles. "sounds good"
"I'll make you scream" They says as she leans over you again.
#bella ramsey#bella ramsey x fem!reader#bella ramsey x reader#bella ramsey x y/n#bella ramsey x you#bella ramsey fanfic#bella ramsey fluff#bellaramsey#romance fanfiction#fanfic#bella ramsey smut#bella ramsey angst
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Locker
[Context; There is a reason why Yukiharu was feared of being touched. Yuzu provoked it, tho.
TW: Mentions of inapproriate touches, SA, seducing.]
Yuzu: Hey Yukiharu-san~?
Yukiharu: Ugh.. Yes, Yuzu-san? Is there anything you need me?
Yuzu: Why yes, very important..
Yuzu smirks and then touches Yukiharu's chest.
Yukiharu: *Slaps her hand.* Yuzu-san, we are in a public place. Please refain from doing that.
Yuzu: Oh~? Is the little slut fear of being touched like this? *Touches his chest more.*
Yukiharu: *Holds her wrist.* Stop.
Yuzu: *Snaps her hand out of his grips.* Hmm,, no~ I thought you must enjoy moaning when that meat stick slapped into your pussy~
Yuzu then attempts to holds Yukiharu's arm.
Yukiharu: *Pulls his arm out and look at Yuzu with panics.* DON'T TOUCH ME!!
Yuzu: Oh, I'm just helping you beat your fears!
Yukiharu: No, no, no.. You're not helping me..*Covers his mouth and then glares at her.*
Yuzu: Well~ Mind if I do it again to you like the sextoy you're destined to be~
Yukiharu: *Starts to breathe harder.* No, no, no.. Not again..
@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna
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For the fic requests: Pricefield first time?
hi anon!! i was actually just making a pricefield blurb before i answered this 😭😭 anyway i hope you enjoy!
warnings: cussing, fingering, girl on girl, eating out, making out, kissing, edging, and mentions of masturbation and sextoys
pairing(s): chloe price x max caulfield, girl x girl
genre: smut
not proofread 🦋
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chloe and max have been dating for 2 months now and every time they were about to have sex something would happen or someone would walk in but today that wouldn’t happen. and chloe would make sure of it.
chloe’s mom and step dad weren’t home and they wouldn’t be back till tomorrow night. she knew it was the perfect time to fuck max for the first time.
she had been thinking about this moment for so long. she would make up the most vulgar and freaky scenarios while masturbating. she was so excited to finally fuck max and show her how much she loved her.
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max was in her last class of the day, it was about to be over in a few minutes. her phone went off but she ignored it so she didn’t get lectured.
the moment the bell rang max packed her stuff up and answered the text. it was from chloe. she as asking if max wanted to come over, which she said yes. chloe said okay and she said she will be there soon.
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max was outside sitting in the parking lot waiting for chloe. when she got there she immediately got up and walked to the busted and rusty truck.
“hey” chloe spoke as max got in the car, max said hi back and gave chloe a kiss on the cheek. chloe turned and gave max a kiss on the lips, she tried to slip her tongue in her mouth but mac wouldn’t let her considering they were in the school parking lot. “we are in the school parking lot stop, wait till we get to your house” max said after giving chloe one last kiss.
“okay okay” chloe replied with a smile while starting the truck. during the ride home they talked about each others days and what they would do when they get to chloe house (not like that). when they got there they got out and went inside. chloe told max to go sit on the couch while she went upstairs to grab some movies.
when chloe came back they got comfortable and watched some movies.
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in the middle of one of the movies they were watching, chloe was touching max’s thigh and scooting closer. max was starting to get horny and was thinking of everything they could do tonight since chloe’s mom and step dad aren’t home. max may not look or act like it, but she is a huge freak, like almost worse than chloe type of freaky. just like chloe, max has thought about so much nasty things. she has thought about chloe using straps and vibrators on her and her doing the same to chloe.
“chloe,” max said breathily, “can we please .. fuck?” max suggested quietly.
chloe was a bit surprised max was the one to suggest it but was happy nonetheless and said a quick “yes” while getting off the couch and pulling max up with her.
the two girls ran upstairs into chloe’s room and shut the door, locking it (even though they didn’t need to they wanted to for extra safety). the moment they entered chloe’s room, chloe pressed her lips right to max’s and started to make out with her.
quiet moans escaped max’s mouth as they made out. max backed them up to the bed and sort of fell back without breaking the kiss. chloe es i too of max and max was touching all over chloe’s body, she let her hands rest on chloe’s thighs and squeezed them. chloe broke the kiss and slid down off of max, before unbuttoning max’s jeans she asked for consent which max obviously granted.
chloe unbuttoned max’s jeans and took them off and threw them to a random corner. she pulled max’s panties to the side and dipped her tongue inside of her girlfriend. the small contact made max quietly gasp. chloe, happy with max’s reaction dipped her tongue back in and moved it around, max was breathing extremely heavily, let a few moans slip every now and then. after a while chloe moved her mouth to max’s clit, suckling on the bud of nerves. while sucking she clit she plunged two fingers in max, the double pleasure had max a moaning mess. she was begging for chloe to go faster, and chloe obeyed.
chloe was plunging her fingers in and out of max faster than the speed of light. max was bucking up but chloe held her hips down. “oh fuck chloe,” max said in a breathy moan. she was throwing her head back and her thighs were squeezing around chloe’s head. chloe removed her fingers from max and held her legs open so she didn’t die from her head being squeezed, even though dying while eating someone out sounds like the best way to die (to a lesbian). max was really close to her climax, all chloe had to do was suck on her clit for a few more seconds and max would be a wet mess.
“chloe, oh my fucking god .. im about to cum.” max informed chloe.
“hold it” chloe replied.
“what?” max said breathily while sitting up on her elbows
“i said hold it,” chloe said in a sterner voice, “but i- .. thi- this is my first time-“ max argued, “you’ll be okay.” chloe said while continuing whats eh was doing before but sucking harder. “holy fuck,” max said trying really hard to hold it. chloe was sucking harder then stopping to mess with max, and it was working, “chloe please let me cum, it’s all i want and need right now” max said while breathing and moaning in between every few words. “fine,” chloe replied.
max’s orgasm hit like a wave, her moans were loud as she came. chloe helped her ride out her high. when max calmed down after a bit, chloe gave her some kisses all over her face. and told her reassuring things like ‘i love you’ and max said it back.
when max was completely calmed downs he began to speak, “it’s your turn now, but you’re gonna have to guide me.” she looked at chloe in the eyes while feeling slightly embarrassed. “that’s okay, i will” she replied to max with a smile.
max slid to the floor in front of chloe and started to unbutton her jeans…
TO BE CONTINUED (maybe?)
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should i make a part 2? please lmk!! anyway i hope you enjoyed this story!! love you all byee!! 💋💋
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꧁༺ 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓫𝓸𝓸 𝔁 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ༻꧂
GᖇOᑕEᖇY TᖇIᑭ:0
summary: in which the house runs out of food and m/n and ranboo take it upon theirselves to restock.
warnings: he/him pronouns!! /// mentions sextoys (AS A FUCKING JOKE I PROMISE) /// kms joke /// i think that's all!!
"fuck..." m/n muttered. to his dismay there was...no fucking food.
"rannnn!" m/n called out to his lovely amazingly tall boyfriend.
"yessss?" ranboo said as they walked into the kitchen.
m/n looked deep into ranboos eyes and said with the straightest face he could muster.
"there is no fucking food."
"oh..." ranboo responded.
"ran...do you know what this means!" m/n continued.
"oh god...not today i cant do it..." ranboo pleaded to the higher beings of the world.
"GROCERY TRIP!!!" m/n exclaimed.
m/n loved shopping especially walmart. he had no reason except that he loved to take photos of the most randomest things he could find.
(he usually made ranboo take pictures of him with the fucking sextoys)
he said that it was #relatable and #thefunniestthingintheworld
"god please spare me-" ranboo pleaded.
m/n grabbed ranboos arm and shook him around.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!! FUNNY PICTURES!" m/n exclaimed once more.
ranboo was truly just sulking as m/n took hours of their time there just taking photos of random ass shit.
"let's go, let's go, let's go!" m/n said excitedly.
ranboo simply sighed and he finally accepted his fate and replied.
"...let me get ready..."
m/n was practically a fucking ball of sunshine currently, nothing could ruin his mood.
after ranboo got ready- which to m/n felt "like fucking forever"- they were off to the most wonderful place in all the lands of the united kingdom... WALMART!
m/n forced ranboo into his car- which was a matte black dodge challenger because yes.
m/n was practically bouncing in his seat as he got his seatbelt on.
"because i'm so nice ran- you can choose the music!" m/n said.
ranboo brightened up a little with that sentence.
"gladly!"
god m/n fucking regretted that decision.
ranboo made them listen to the most depressing shit and then would switch to that damn peaches song by jack black.
"i'm actually gonna kill myself- this is it, this is my 13th reason." m/n grimaced.
"aww don't do that m/n that'll kill you!" ranboo joked.
"i'm going to fucking leave you in the walmart parking lot and let you get stolen into a white van that said leon kennedy was inside." m/n monologued.
"first off: i'm way to tall to be the target of a kidnapping. second off: i would go into a white van WILLINGLY if it said leon kennedy was inside." ranboo argued.
"you know what... i dont even blame you- bro is so fucking fine." m/n drooled.
finally after a good 15 minutes they arrived to walmart.
ranboo was preparing himself for this torturous journey. while m/n on the other hand was thinking about all the places he would go to take photos of.
to say the least... he was excited.
once that got out the car m/n immediately intertwined their fingers and dragged ranboo to the entrance of the store.
then m/n had the greatest idea to ever fucking exist.
"ran- ran- ran- im gonna get one of the handicapped carts."
"m/n please don't what if you just took away an elderly woman's only way to get around here." ranboo worried.
i reached my hands to lay on ranboos shoulders and spoke.
"this is far more- more important than an elderly woman possibly falling and fucking dying."
m/n instantly unplugged the cart and sat on it and he began rolling quite slowly.
"ran- you need to experience this... it's so fun please!" m/n begged.
m/n i love you- but hell no my morals can't do it." ranboo explained.
m/n gasped.
"this is a betrayal..."
m/n began dramatically tearing up as he rolled his way to the first place they had to go.
to m/n unbeknownst ranboo had taken a photo of him rolling around in the cart and posted it on twitters captioning it as such: they see him rolling- they hating!
they decided to go to the food isles first as they were going to be responsible adults for once in their lives.
they found the food that needed quite easily but then m/n found his first victim of his random photo terror.
the mr beast cookies.
"ranboo think about the clout we will get! and the funny's PLEASE RAN!" m/n begged.
"ok okok fine.." ranboo took out his phone and waited for m/n to get into position.
m/n opted for the best pose of the century.
the crab as he liked to call it.
you see m/n was incredibly flexible- so he was able to do very odd poses as is his spine was just nonexistent.
the only way to explain this pose is m/n spreads his legs out about shoulder length wide and he forces his spine to take his head to the floor as he held the bag next to his face.
"ranboo it's time! clout time!" m/n exclaimed.
ranboo sighed and took the photo.
m/n asked quite nicely for once in his life if he could caption it though he didn't exactly take no as a answer.
"can i caption it- k thanks"
m/n took the phone out of ranboos hands and caption the photo
'the crabs got out and they want clout'
m/n showed his masterpeice to ranboo and he let out a loud laugh.
"GOD, i forgot how funny you can be!"
"i know right!" m/n replied.
finally they were finished in the food isle but m/n had to make one more stop.
"ranboo... it's time." m/n said with upmost glory.
"please god no m/n please spare me from going there.." ranboo begged.
"i'm sorry my child... but it has to be done." m/n said.
they walk- well rolled thanks to m/n forcing ranboo to sit in his lap to roll along with him-to the area ranboo dreaded most- while m/n loved the most due to the opportunities.
the health and beauty isle.
to explain most walmarts have a place that people can go to to search for their- well sexual desires. in short their are sex toys there.
once they arrived to the area m/n couldn't help but grin.
"ahhh, my beloved area." m/n grinned.
m/n decided to make the trip quite to spare ranboo the embarrassment.
m/n slammed himself onto the glass that covered the lewd toys.
"take the picture just like this ran!" m/n smiled.
ran signed once more and took the photo and m/n once again took his phone and captioned the photo as a such
'i didnt remember toy story looking like this!'
m/n dramatically teared up as he said,
"it's beautiful ran- thank you.."
ranboo grabbed m/n hand and dragged him the the car and sat him down onto the seat and made him go.
"so forceful!- at least take me to dinner first!" m/n joked.
"shut up.." ranboo grumbled as they walked beside m/n.
they finally reached the self checkout center and bought their items.
it totaling out to be a whopping £112.43.
(which m/n paid for as he never let ranboo pay for anything)
m/n returned the cart and plugged it back up as he is a decent human being and they walked out back to the car.
once they both finally packed everything up they got into the car preparing to venture back to their shared home.
"i say that was a successful trip!" m/n exclaimed proudly.
ranboo just smiled and said,
"yeah, it was kinda fun..."
<end>:D

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Good video but did not dive into how this is yet another form of population control. AI chatbots, sex dolls, porn, waifu bodypillows, are all substitutions meant to stop men and women from getting together and having kids.
She rightfully says men and women are different but complimentary and gets the gays mad at her, but dismisses it as "not everything is about buttsex" But she's wrong because those things are also substitutions. Homosexuality, transsexuality are both on the rise as well. She mentions how many views trans porn has and she's right last I heard it is the third highest viewed porn category on the largest porn websites. Even just on tumblr you see crossdressers...not even transexuals just dudes who put on skirts claiming they're having a lot more sex with straight men. I mean have you seen the dialogue from the gays lately, went from "born that way" to hey try gay sex because everyones gay a little really quick. I saw a comment from a woman on a dating profile recently that said "I swear men don't even like women anymore." Sadly this is becoming the case. We're being trained to hate and avoid each other. We're having an experience cultivated driving us apart and everyone who's not already paired up and married is just figuring out ways to cope.
I also want to point out that the people claiming sexbots and aigirlfriends are a good thing to "own the feminists" are also the same people who pushed feminism. It's not some victory for men...you guys understand that the goal is end your bloodline they don't care if they do it by making sure you have no sex or if the sex you have is with a rubber doll...the victory is the same. Funny how all these solutions to loneliness and sexlessness...all don't result in children...what a wierd coincidence.
It's become a pick your poison scenario. Men and women are not dating anymore, so what will it be. 10 cats? Banging trannies and crossdressers or becoming one yourself? Porn addiction? Ai chatbots? Sextoys/realdolls? Anime Waifu? parasocial online egirlfriend?
Christ is the real answer, women suck and aren't good enough for men anymore, men suck and aren't good enough for women anymore. We're all broken and we all need fixing mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually. There's no technology in the world existing or forthcoming that's going to do that, only God can do that.
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More Fe16!lolcalisation for Billy :
For Yuri and AM!M!Billy's ending :
There's a word missing in the lolcalised version. Hm. It starts with a C and ends up with -urch.
And the "sheltering the poor" mention was also obliterated. Is it because it was what that thing starting with a C did in the game, so removing it also removes what they did ?
Church BaD
Billy and the lizard man
"The citizens were surprised", no, let's lolcalise it with "shock" instead.
Also, remove mention of their "achievements", it's useless. I know ! Let's make people support them not because they're grateful for their achievements, but only because they are religious (seriously why mention the "faithful felt blessed" instead of "the grateful citizens blessed them"??).
Religion BaD
Billy'n'Claude
Jp!Billy is the one who wishes for a world where everyone can hold hands ? But it was lolcalised at Claude's wish, with a little "extra" on top that totally fits in this route after playing Claude's paralogue and learning the truth from Rhea
;)
Billy'n'Constance
AM and CF wise
"think of the children Susan ! We cannot let this video game mention Constance developing magic sextoys through spells !"
Susan then changed the mention of "blushing" to "charming but unnerving anecdotes".
VW/SS wise
"We must erase mention of them having descendants, else it means they did the *thing* and that's not acceptable !"
Billy'n'Supreme Leader
"They snucked out of the palace using Rhea's old tunnels to enjoy their honeymoon and fuck a lot"
NOOO
They did it to change the world for dah best, so their ending WILL reflect it ! Billy obviously picked this route because they believed in her words and path, and not because the player found her pretty or wanted their avatar to uwu with her at the end of the story !!!
"They left the palace to enjoy world free of TYRANNY they created and we will NEVER know what they did during those times but it was OBVIOUSLY not fucking !"
#fe16#lolcalisation woes#lolcalisation issues#Poor Billy#They can't fuck in the localised version#Also church bad#But that's a given
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EVERY HOUR
Pairing : Professor!Bucky x Antiquarian!Reader
Summary : The day you and Bucky met in your antique shop. Four years later, you're together. Bucky became an Historian professor and he's still ho as ever.
Teaser for Romance 202
Warning : AU, fluff, smut, mentions of injuries during war, mentions of PTSD, female reader, sextoy, oral (f to m), teasing, fingering. (Tell me if I forget any!)
Minors do not interact
Word count : 2153
Author's note : A huge thank to the.stan.page on instagram who corrected my work and suggested me to turn this OS into a fanfiction. I hope you'll read Romance 202. Do not hesitate to leave a comment and revlog my work!
When you met Bucky, he wasn’t a very talkative person. He had been in the army for two years, but during his last mission he found himself trapped in a house fire. Steve, Sam and Natasha managed to save his life, but the left part of his body was burned. But the worst was his mind: his nights were filled with nightmares. The days were no better : too many sounds, too much light, too much everything.
Following this trauma, he had to have regular appointments with a therapist. As it was difficult to go out, the therapist agreed to come to Bucky's small apartment. The first few months, Bucky barely talked. One or two words or not at all. Eventually, he started to talk more about how he felt even if it was still really hard for him. A year later, it was less difficult for him to go out. Sports helped him, reading too. He also started to browse garage sales and collect vintage furniture : staying at home made him realise he never focused more on what he was interested in. But he soon discovered he loved things from the past.
Finally, he decided to move. His apartment was too small for him. It represented a bad year and he needed to leave, to have something bigger and focus on his future : becoming a professor. As Bucky loved vintage and retro style, he eventually settled for an old house, not far from the city but isolated enough, and decided to decorate it in those styles he loved.
Steve offered him his old phonograph and some furniture he inherited from his mother. Bucky found a few things in garage sales, but it wasn’t enough and he headed for an antique shop. That’s where he met you.
When he entered your shop, he felt like he was entering a place from another time. You were on the phone - probably with a client - and the device you were using was a rotary phone from the 1930s. You were wearing a beautiful dress that fitted the theme of your shop, and your smile was brighter than the sun.
He didn’t hear you talking to him as he was way to focus on an old clock that reminded him of the one his grandmother had. His sister Rebecca and he spent some of their holidays with her. When he couldn’t sleep, he always referred to its sound to know what time it was.
Unfortunately, his grandmother passed away years ago and they had to sell it to pay for her funeral. His father had abandoned them, and his mother had three different jobs so that he and Rebecca wouldn’t lack anything.
“Sir?”he finally heard a voice. Turning his head, he saw you near him, a smile still on your face.
“Sorry, I… I wasn’t really there,” he apologised, but you didn’t seem annoyed. On the contrary, you laughed lightly“Don’t worry, I can understand. This furniture is incredible. They contain a lot of memories, and sometimes - and I think it’s your case - they bring back people we miss, they remind us of our past.”
“You have a really special way of talking about all this.” Bucky told you, admiration in his voice. He knew he could hear you talk all day about your shop, about you, about anything.
He noticed that you blushed “I just love old things. They’re splendid and have something I can’t find in contemporary furniture. Anyway, I should talk less and let you look around, see if you find more treasures. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk.”
“Actually…” Fuck. What could he say? He didn’t want you to leave, your presence was so comforting. “Do… do you… can…” fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was wrong with him? “Sorry, looks like I’m at a loss for words when I’m around a beautiful woman.” He slapped himself mentally.
You blushed and avoided his gaze. You wanted to say thank you, or at least tell him that he was really handsome, that he was as special as the antique furniture in your shop, but you were never good with compliments.
“So, huh, can I help you with something?” you tried to change the subject.
Fuck, Buchanan. Now she thinks you’re weird and embarrassing. He probably ruined all his chances to ask you out. In his defence, he hadn’t dated for a while.
“Yeah, huh… I’d like to know the price for this clock, and if you have phones like the one you were using when I came in. I bought a new house and I’m redecorating,” he explained, doing his best to make you feel more comfortable and forget about the awkward situation.
However, you didn’t think he was weird. You were just too shy and wasn’ t used to someone flirting with you. Especially a man who seemed to love old things as much as you did.
“Well, the clock is $1500. Do you want it?”
“Yes please. I’ll just have to message a friend to help me carry it.” Steve had a truck large enough to transport the clock and any other furniture Bucky bought. Money wasn’t a problem for him because he inherited from his uncle a year ago.
“No problem. I’ll just hang a tag to indicate it’s sold, just in case another customer walks in and is also interested in your new clock. About the phone”, you continued after adding the tag, “I have three models left.”
On a shelf near the back of the store were three old rotary phones.
“From left to right you have the 50AL candlestick at $400. This desk set was the first free-standing dial telephone and was introduced in 1919. The model 202 at $300, introduced in 1930, and can be identified by its oval base. Finally, the model A1 at $100. In 1927, Western Electric produced its first model to use a handset, making it easier for the subscriber to use the telephone while keeping a hand free for taking notes or performing other tasks.”
Bucky was really impressed by your knowledge and was ready to buy the whole store to hear you explain every story of every object.
“I think I’m gonna take the 202. I wish I could take the candlestick too, but I have a lot of other things to buy.”
“I can understand”, you said as you were taking the phone he chose to put it in a beautiful box. You then lead him to your desk. “That will be $1800, please.”
Bucky just needed to pay. Steve would be there any minute now that he sent the message.
“I’m really lucky I have found your shop.” He hesitated, then said : “I’m James by the way.”
You stopped your movements, took a deep breath and Bucky really thought you were going to ask him to leave and never come back. But you just looked at him and your eyes were like gems to him.
“I… I’m Y/N. I’m glad you found some treasures here.”
Bucky wanted to ask for your number, but Steve decided to arrive at this exact moment and they had to leave now because he was double parked. So he waved at you, making you smile. He spent the rest of the day thinking about you, installing the clock in his hallway, and his new phone. He tried to do the latter as fast as possible for one reason : when he opened the box to unpack the phone, he found a card with a phone number and a note :
And he didn’t wait until the next day to hear your voice again.
I hope you will call me with you new phone
~Y/N
After that, you saw each other very often and after a few months, you started dating. You went together on garage sales to find antiquities for your shop, and to help Bucky set up his house. He shared his desire to become a history professor and you encouraged him and helped him.
After two years together and when he obtained his diploma, Bucky asked you to move in with him. You accepted without hesitation.
Now you were together for four years.
You were in the library part of the house, reading a book you just bought, when Bucky arrived wearing his fucking glasses, a boxer and a long vest, a newspaper in his hand.
Fuck, you thought, he is so hot. And it made you wet already.
“Good morning, Sir.”
“I love when you call me like that, sunshine.”
“Well, you’re dressed in a way, I could get on my knees for you.”
“Oh, you’re gonna be on your knees. But first, I want you naked on my lap while reading the newspaper.”
He wanted to play, and you were wetter just thinking about it. Bucky sat on the couch and looked at you with.
“Don’t make me wait, sunshine. Or I’ll have to punish you.”
You slowly removed your dress, your eyes never leaving his, and asked : “Is that supposed to make me go faster?”
“I sometimes forget that you love it when I spank you”, he said while taking your hands to put you on his lap. For you, it wasn’t really fair to be the only one naked, so you tried to remove his vest. Unfortunately for you, Bucky wanted to make you wait.
Without any warning, he put a finger inside and removed it instantly, making you moan then whine at the loss.
“Try again to undress me before I finish reading, and I edge you until tonight.”
You didn’t want that… at least not today. It was always worth it when he edged you for hours, but at the moment, you weren’t patient.
“Can I at least kiss your neck ?”
“Yes my sunshine.”
You kissed him softly on his neck, sometimes playing with his hair. What made you smile was that you noticed he was struggling to focus on his reading : his neck was a sensitive part, you knew it and continued your soft kisses, biting this spot that made him weak.
However, Bucky had a little surprise for you and your pussy. You soon felt something against your clit and inside you. It wasn’t Bucky, and it was vibrating. And damn, it felt so good.
“Fuck… Jamie…”, you moaned.
“Sunshine, I can feel you dripping. You’re so wet, and that makes me so hard”, he whispered in your ear.” “Now, be a good girl and get down on your knees to suck me.”
Once you were in position, Bucky lifted your chin up and told you with a grin : “And sunshine? Don’t let the toy fall.”
You slowly took him in your mouth, squeezing your legs to keep the vibrator inside you. And it was a hard thing to do considering how wet you were. Bucky was moaning and whispering your name as you took him all in. The feeling of your mouth and tongue around his cock was sending him to heaven. But he knew it was nothing compared to your tight pussy.
What was he reading again?
“James…, he heard you moan, “gonna cum…”
Oh, no, he thought, you were not. Not on this toy. He really wanted to play but he wanted you to milk his cock, to cum around him. In a second, the toy was on the floor and Bucky inside you.
“Fuck, sunshine… you’re so tight.”
Just a few thrusts and you were coming. But it didn’t stop Bucky. He continued pounding your pussy relentlessly.
“James… fuck… so good… but can’t…”, that’s all the words you mangaged to say. Bucky didn’t stop. He wanted you. He needed you. You were his, and he was marking you. Gripping your hips, kissing you, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth stopped, sucking your nipples. It was hard to talk or even think with how your man made you feel.
“You can give me another one, sunshine. Just one more orgasm. I know you can, you will. It won’t be your first time having multiple orgasms, thanks to me.”
You were so close now, and Bucky too. You could feel it.
“Come inside James. Please.”
He didn’t need more to paint your insides white while you were cumming again around his cock. None of you moved. Your head was on Bucky’s neck and one of his hands was in your hair, the other on your lower back. You were both panting, but feeling great.
“That was so good, Jamie.”
“Did you love the toy?”
“Very much, Mr Barnes. You can use it whenever you want.”
“Don’t tempt me”, he chuckled.
“I wondered”, you started saying while looking into his blue eyes, “do you prefer having sex in the morning or in the evening?”
“Every hour if possible. So I hope you’re ready for the day.”
You moved your hips, making him moan, his cock hardening again.
“I’m ready right now, Professor Barnes.”
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