#this show IS so good at the big picture. it fucks up the small stuff so bad but the overarching meaning and plot is genuinely good
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it's so significant to me that do you believe in miracles paralleled all hell breaks loose specifically. because ahbl is the first time dean violates sam's autonomy to bring him back to life. it shows the extreme lengths that dean will go to protect sam, and despite all the other times dean has ignored sam's personhood in his pursuit to keep him alive, this is the moment in the show that fully exemplifies just how codependent these two really are, because there's an entire season dedicated to the consequences of that codependency.
so for dybim to take that imagery and scenario and reverse the roles means that this is supposed to be just as indicative of their codependence. it's a threshold that will have major consequences because sam crossed over the point of no return. there's no going back from choosing unhealthy codependency with your brother, the show is signaling. dean is sam's ultimate decision—he doesn't choose himself, he doesn't choose independence, he chooses dean, and all that that entails. he probably only realizes that all of his posturing about autonomy was a lie at the very moment he says it out loud, but once he's finally honest with himself it's a done deal. just like dean can never go back from his deal for sam's life, sam can never return to any point before this moment. he's in this relationship for good, and he wants to be codependent with dean; that's his decision.
and this is why soul survivor hurts so bad. because dean, like sam in season 9, declares that they're not family, not brothers. the role reversal continues, and sam is now suffering all of the pains he unwittingly put dean through by trying to maintain boundaries between them. now that he's realized he can't handle having those boundaries, any distance between him and dean is too much. here sam is, violating dean's autonomy and saving him against his will, just like dean has done to him so many times before. here he is, listening to dean reject him over and over again, like a parody of all sam's attempts to extricate himself from dean. he's on the other side now, staring down his brother and seeing his past self within him.
9.23 to 10.03 is just a speedrun of the previous 8 seasons but in reverse, with sam enduring the suffering of being in dean's position. and how tragic is it for sam to finally commit to his codependent relationship with dean, only for dean to leave him the moment it happens? how must that feel, for him to finally return his brother's feelings in all their toxic and fucked up glory, only to lose him in the worst way? to have all of his own words shouted back at him with the cruel intent to hurt—jesus christ. how am i supposed to cope with this in any normal way?
#supernatural#wincest#this isn't even beginning to touch on the actual content of the 10.03 exchange. i could write another essay on the mention of john alone#seriously this role reversal shit has poisoned my brain. i'm NOT okay about this#if i could get a phd in the emotional plot of supernatural seasons 8-10 i would actually#this show IS so good at the big picture. it fucks up the small stuff so bad but the overarching meaning and plot is genuinely good#the parallels and reversals and mirroring in s8-10 are seriously evocative and poignant. and for what#it's 6am. my dogs woke me up at 4:30 to pee and i've been thinking about this nonstop ever since#how could they do this to me#the significance of dean being the one to throw away the family just when sam finally embraces it. jesus christ#and the fact that he has to be a demon to do that too#i'm so sick. nauseous over this. fuck#i'm going back to bed. good night#.txt#the winchester gospel#spn posting
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thinking about Eddie on his bed, trying to sleep as he twists and turns but the tent in his boxers is too painful to bare
he eventually stops fighting it and whips his cock out, stroking the throbbing tip with his thumb, letting the precum leak and flow down the length.
his mind flooding with pictures of you, his bestfriend, on top of him, his dick in your hands instead of his as he begins pumping
he knew it was wrong to get off to the thought of you, but the way you looked tonight as you curled up on his couch, watching the movie he rented drove him crazy. you were just so beautiful when you cuddled up to him
he had suffered an aching boner the whole time you were there when you had decided to show up in the short skirt of yours, and it didn't help when your bare thighs rubbed against his when sat on the couch beside him
he imagined you riding him, your wet cunt swallowing him whole as you bounced up and down on his dick. it was awful, to imagine you in such a way after years of being just friends. but he just couldn't help himself.
he pace quickened as he fisted himself, his head thrown back on his pillow, his free hand gripping onto his sheets as he felt himself get close to releasing
he pictured your hands roaming around his body, pulling at his hair, your soft lips leaving marks everywhere as you rolled your hips, your tits jumping along with your movements
his loud moans and grunts filled his empty trailer as he felt his dick twitching in his rough hand, the squelching echoing in his room as he imagined you praising him with whimpers, screaming his name as he hits your good spot
he can hear it now, the faint whisper of your voice telling him how big he is, how he's filling you up nicely as he fucks up into your dripping and aching tight pussy.
all these perverted thoughts of Eddie's send him over the edge, his eyes shut tightly, his mouth slightly agape with small beads of sweat building up on his forehead as he moans your name.
his cum shooting out of his red swollen tip and landing on his stomach, making a mess as he keeps pumping, riding out his high
he stays here for a while, laying down on his bed, trying to catch his breath before sitting up, his cum running down his tummy and reaching his happy trail.
he just couldn't help it
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i usually don't write stuff like this
#x fem!reader#imagines#oneshot#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie munson smut#smut#eddie munson imagine#joseph quinn#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie the banished
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I was thinking about Joel working hard to buy a small gift for you until he finds a heart-shaped locket but he's embarrassed because he thinks you deserve something much better, he smuggles what he can and comes home tired but a little excited to give you the detail.
He cried the day you showed him that you put a photo of him in the locket, he hugged you very tightly, burying his face between your neck and shoulder while he tried not to make his crying sound so loud
while you petted his wavy grey hair.
Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
A/N: omg baby, I am screaming and crying and throwing up at this wonderful idea, it's beautiful, lovely and sooo accurate because I'm sure this is how Joel would act underneath his rough exterior 😭
• it took Joel so long to admit how important you were to him, his true feelings for you, instead of just shrugging off and pretending he didn't care about you at all, he battled himself really hard in order to come clean with his own feelings
• but from the moment he finally admitted and allowed his old broken heart to beat faster for you, suddenly, you were the only thing that mattered to him, even if life was shit and neither of you had any perspective of future, he would die and kill for you and you knew it
• he often orbited from thinking he didn't deserve you and that you could find something better, but at the same time he was selfish and he didn't care about anything other than having you all for himself, as you were the only good thing he still had
• even if you two lived in a shitty, old, disgusting and moldy apartment, the times you spent fucking, holding and cuddling each other were the only good part of his life
• it was because of you he managed to slow down with his drinking and pills, he hadn't stopped it yet, you knew sometimes he needed it to cope with reality, but you were his favorite drug nonetheless
• he wanted to get you something nice, even if it was pretty hard to find something decent, he felt like you deserved a small treat for being his, and even if most of stuff he found was still shit, being a smuggler had it's advantages
• so when he saw the locket in the shape of a heart, he needed to have it for you, you deserved something pretty and gorgeous like you were, so he traded stuff here and there and managed to smuggle it back into the QZ so he could surprise you
• the day he gifted you the locket, you had squealed in happiness like a child and wrapped your arms around him, jumping into his embrace and kissing all over his lips and face, it was such a gorgeous gift, so thoughtful and you didn't hesitate in showing him gratitude for it
• he was so glad to see your reaction, knowing you deserved that and much more, it brought some light into his heart, to see you so glad because of a small gesture, which wasn't a small gesture to you at all
• if anything, it was a real big gesture and you knew you had to do something meaningful, there was only one thing you could place inside of it
• going to your safe box where you kept your personal objects and other significant things, you went through your polaroids; since you and Joel had snuck out of the QZ once to find stuff and you came across an old polaroid camera and some expired films at what seemed to have been a convenience store, you simply couldn't leave it behind
• yes, the lenses were a little cracked and the film was old but you managed to snap a few pictures of you and Joel - mostly against his will - and you didn't hesitate in taking one of them, cutting in the shape of your locket and placing inside of it
• when he came home from his shift that day, you flew to his lap as soon as he sat down on the couch, and wrapped yourself around him, he noticed the locked hadn't left your neck since he got you it and you smiled big
"open it!"
• you cheered pointing at it, which Joel chuckled and did as told, he didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but he knew he wasn't expecting to see his picture inside
"now I keep you next to my heart all the time Joel"
• you whispered to him, smiling at him with hopeful, loving eyes, while he felt tears springing through his own, not sure where that emotion was coming from, but it was there nonetheless
• his strong arms wrapped around your smaller frame as tight as he could and he buried his face between the crook of your neck, your hair falling all over it, as he tries muffling his sounds so you wouldn't notice he was actually crying
• Joel Miller wasn't a man to cry very often, but his old heart couldn't take that much love, kindness and innocence you had within, he didn't know why you had settled for him, a man with such an ugly past but he was never giving up that feeling for you
• of course you knew he was crying, but you decided not to say anything about it, it'd be better not to embarrass him, so instead you just clung to him, your hands caressing his graying curls, petting him so gently as you shared that embrace
• you loved Joel and he loved you, even if he didn't admit it out loud, there was no denying it
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#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x y/n#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal headcanons#pedro pascal headcanon#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller headcanons#joel miller headcanon
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So this may be awkward but I saw your dbf fic and thought what about best friend's dad? Obviously it would either have to be a no outbreak au where Sarah is in her 20s or several years after the show when Ellie is an adult. Maybe the oc is a few years older than Ellie or Sarah or whichever you choose. Maybe I just haven't read enough TLOU smut but this is one I haven't seen and I would love to read something like this!
OMG Hi bestie!
So THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH THIS??? You sent this in FOREVER ago but I've been so hung up on Lavender and Beskar Doll I just didn't get around to this.
Anyway, HERE'S THE ASK FINALLY! I hope you like it!
UPDATE A/N: This is now a full series (has been for a while but I just realized I never linked to the master list from here.) If you'd like to read more, you can find it here.
New in Town
When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type.
Pairing: BFD!Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT! Fingering, oral (male receiving), protected P in V sex. Legal age gap (Reader is 35 Joel is 47.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only
Length: 5.6k (wtf is my problem)
You should have made Sarah text you a picture at the very least.
The bar was starting to get busy and you’d realized about 15 minutes earlier that you had no fucking clue what your best friend’s dad looked like.
“You’re sure it’s not weird that I hang out with your dad?” You asked Sarah the morning you left town.
“It’s not weird,” she waved you off, her curls bouncing. “Promise. He’s not like… an old dad. He’s fun. You get along with me so you’ll get along with him. It’s at least something so you’re not stuck in Austin not knowing anybody.”
“Yeah,” you nodded and then sighed, looking at your coffee. One last cup of the good stuff in Seattle before your flight in a few hours.
There was a knot in your stomach at the thought of leaving, now that it was actually here. You’d been in Seattle for two years now after moving here for work. Sarah was the only other woman in your department - not to mention the only other person under 40. She might have been 10 years younger than you but the two of you had become fast friends. She’d been there for a year - she’d started fresh out of college - when you came aboard and was kind enough to let you in on the office politics.
“So fucking glad to have another girl around here,” she said after you’d been there about two weeks, her arm looped through yours as you walked to a restaurant down the street from your office for lunch. “Lunch just isn’t as good with old dudes…”
Making friends outside of the office was just as awkward as you remembered and it wasn’t long before you and Sarah were hanging out all the time outside of work, too. She was probably going to be the thing you missed most about Seattle.
But the promise of a big promotion - setting up your own team at the new branch of your firm in Austin - was too good to pass up.
“Hey,” she put her hand on your wrist from across the small table. “You’re going to kill it down there. Just remember to demand me when the time comes to add a junior copywriter.”
“Well, simply no one else will do,” you smiled a little. She laughed.
You finished your coffee and Sarah dropped you off at the airport - your office paying to ship all your things down - and you flew off to your new life in Texas.
After a week of settling in, you finally caved and reached out to Sarah’s dad. She told you to just text him and you kind of hoped he wouldn’t respond. Once the ball was in his court, you’d be off the hook. If he never responded and you never met the guy, Sarah could hardly hold it against you.
“Hi! Is this Joel Miller?” You texted originally, following it up with your name and - just in case Sarah hadn’t bothered to tell him you were going to be texting - some indication that you weren’t a total stranger. “I just moved to town and Sarah told me to text you.”
“There,” you said to yourself, taking a sip of wine as you sat back on your couch. “Done. Not my problem any….”
Your phone lit up on your coffee table and you groaned. Of course he texted back. Of course he texted back fucking immediately.
“Hi,” he said. “Sarah mentioned you might text. Said you might need someone to show you around town. Want to grab a drink later this week?”
You rapped your fingers against the globe of your glass, the wine lush and red.
“Sure,” you said. “I don’t start work until next week, so just let me know when and where works for you and I’ll be there!”
You made plans to meet up two days later. You’d showed up a few minutes early, wanting to get the lay of the land before you met a stranger in a bar.
Joel, it seemed, was a bit late. You kept looking up at the door, waiting to see someone who looked something like Sarah walk in. But so far, there wasn’t anyone who fit the bill. A few guys who looked like they were UT students deciding to check out something further from campus, four guys who who definitely had just gotten off motorcycles, one man who was almost stupid hot and looked about 10 years too young to be Sarah’s dad and a guy about your age with a date.
You glanced at your phone. 9:13. At what point did you call it? Maybe try to pick up the hot guy who seemed to be hovering on his own at the bar. You hadn’t gotten laid in a while and you’d at least done your hair and makeup, even if you hadn’t tried to look like you were looking for a hookup.
Your phone screen hadn’t fully dimmed yet when it lit up bright, vibrating with Joel’s name on the caller ID. You sighed and answered.
“Hello?” You pressed your free hand against your ear, trying to drown out the sound of the bar behind you, but it sounded noisy on his end, too.
“Hi,” he said, a bit of a Texas twang in his voice. “Just wanted to make sure you were still plannin’ on comin’ out tonight…”
“Yeah,” you laughed a little. “I was wondering the same about you, I’m here…”
“Where?” He said. “Don’t see you…”
You started looking around then, too, looking at every face at every table around you before you settled on… the stupid hot guy at the bar.
Who looked too young to have a kid Sarah’s age.
Who had a phone pressed to his ear.
Who was now staring at you.
You raised a hand and smiled awkwardly, giving him a small wave.
He looked surprised for a moment before hanging up his phone, grabbing his beer from the bar, and heading for your table.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, setting his drink down across from you and taking his seat. “I didn’t mean to keep you waitin’, I was just expecting someone Sarah’s age…” His eyes went wide for a second. “Not that you look old or anythin’, just… Not what I was expecting.”
“Yeah, Sarah was the baby of the Seattle office,” you smiled a little. “She’s the best though. Thank God for her, I’d have been so bored there without her.”
“Yeah,” he smiled and nodded. “She is the best.”
Up close, Joel was still stupid hot. Uncomfortably hot. It was not fair how hot he was for him to be off limits because he was your best friend’s dad. His hair was dark and a little shaggy and you had to fight the urge to brush an unruly curl back from his brow. His eyes were the warmest brown with a light to them that made you want to just stare at him for a while. His crooked smile with one dimple, his slightly patchy beard, his unreasonably sculpted arms for a man who had to have at least a decade on you unless he was a teenager when Sarah was born. If you hadn’t met him this way, you’d be trying to get him home for at least a one night stand. But he was your best friend’s dad. Even if he made your core tighten and heat pool around your hips.
It turned out, you and Joel had more in common than you’d expected. You liked the same music and he knew some good live music spots in town. You were both into hiking - and both agreed that the views in this part of the country would be kind of lacking compared to the Pacific Northwest. You both liked trying to find the spiciest food in town and eating it as a matter of principle.
Of course, you hadn’t spent much time with men the age you THOUGHT Joel was going to be. Your only experience with men in their 50s was at work and that usually involved showing them how to save a word document as a PDF. You’d gone into this expecting to sit awkwardly with the guy for about an hour before going your separate ways. But you were pretty sure he was in his mid 40s, the same age as a lot of the guys you’d gone out with back in Seattle, and the more drinks you had the harder it was to remember that you weren’t on a date. You were hanging out with your best friend’s dad. She probably had to beg him to meet up with you, he probably had a girlfriend he’d much rather be spending time with on a Friday night instead of his daughter’s friend who was new in town.
But he seemed happy enough to stay for hours. The two of you were laughing over a particularly bad movie you’d somehow both seen - Giant Spider Invasion - when the bar announced last call.
“Shit,” Joel looked at his watch, clamping his hand over it after a second. “Didn’t realize how late it got. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take up your whole damn night…”
“No, I’m sorry,” you waved him off, reaching for your phone for the first time in hours to try and order an Uber. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than entertain me.”
“Not exactly,” he half smiled at you. That fucking dimple. “Don’t really got a thirvin’ social life. I get the feeling this arrangement was as much for me as it was you, knowin’ Sarah.”
“She’s cunning, that one,” you said, putting in your destination address. You groaned. “Shit!”
“What?” Joel asked.
“Surge pricing,” you sighed. “Come ON, it’s almost 2 a.m., it can’t be that busy…”
“It’s homecomin’ weekend at the school,” he shrugged. “Everyone’s in town drinking.”
“That’ll do it,” you sighed, bracing yourself to spend almost $100 on a car ride home.
“I can give you a ride,” he said. You looked up from your phone, frowning. “I’m good to drive.”
“I don’t want to put you out,” you said, about to push the button anyway.
“You’re not,” he said. “Trust me.”
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Joel was very nearly in over his head with you.
Every part of him was practically screaming “mistake, mistake, mistake, you are a big fucking mistake!”
You were Sarah’s best friend.
You were more than a decade younger than him.
You were starting a new job and a new life and he really shouldn’t be trying to date someone he’d just hold back.
YOU WERE SARAH’S BEST FRIEND.
But none of that seemed to matter. He was damn near ready to kiss whatever asshole at Uber came up with surge pricing. He’d never been happier for an excuse to give someone a ride home.
It had been years - at least - since he’d felt like this about anyone. He’d known you for hours, no time at all, but it felt like years. Like he could say anything to you and you’d understand it. You were obviously smart, so fucking smart. After talking about movies with you for five minutes he was half convinced you saw an entirely different movie than he had, talking about allegories and symbolism and holding onto little lines he wasn’t sure anyone else would notice or think about twice. He wanted to see if you’d let him get to know you that way, if you’d have any interest in trying to know him that way. Fuck, he wanted to know you.
It didn’t help that he’d spotted you the second he was in the bar, absently turning your glass in your fingers, looking at one of the University of Texas themed Bud Light posters on the wall like you were examining it, your eyebrows drawn together, your mind clearly somewhere else entirely. You were fucking gorgeous. Gorgeous in a way that it was a problem, it was distracting, it made him not want to think about or look at or consider anything else. It took conscious effort to not stare at you. When he hadn’t known who you were, he’d been praying Sarah’s friend would stand him up so he could go talk to you. Fuck, he wanted to talk to you.
And then you answered the phone.
And you were Sarah’s best friend.
Fuck.
“You settlin’ in OK and all?” He asked after you gave him your address and he programmed it into Google Maps.
“Mostly,” you nodded. “It’d be better if I could actually get a maintenance guy to come out to my place but…”
Joel frowned.
“What’s goin’ on?”
“The garbage disposal has a hell of a leak,” you sighed. “I don’t know shit about plumbing so I’m afraid to try to fix it on my own. And the ceiling fan in my bedroom seems like it’s trying break out from its drywall prison whenever I turn it on so that’s been pretty useless. Maintenance keeps saying they’ll come by but they never do. I don’t think I’ll stay in that place longer than a year, this is what I get for apartment hunting from across the country.”
“I could look at it for you,” Joel shrugged before he was smart enough to stop himself.
“No,” you laughed and shook your head. “You’ve done enough for me as it is, I cannot ask you…”
“You didn’t ask, I offered,” he said. “I’m a contractor, my area of expertise is fixin’ shit shoddy builders fucked up. You have plans tomorrow? I can come by, take a look.”
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. That’s what he was. Fucking stupid.
“Tomorrow would be great, actually,” you said. “I’m just about unpacked but I have a whole box of under the sink kitchen stuff that’s still sitting on my table and driving me insane. But you’re sure I’m not putting you out? I swear, it’s nothing that urgent, I just need to light a fire under management’s ass…”
“Not puttin’ me out,” he smiled a little at the idea of that. Fuck, you were doing him a favor, giving him an excuse to see you again.
Stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid STUPID.
SARAH’S. BEST. FRIEND.
“Early afternoon OK?” He asked. “Unless you gotta be somewhere…”
“Yeah, so far my vibrant social life here includes you and the barista down the street who now knows I prefer my lattes skim,” you laughed. “I’ll be around, come over whenever works for you. I hugely appreciate it, you have no idea.”
He watched you go into your apartment when he dropped you off, a townhouse that had definitely been built in the last five years. He sighed and shook his head. Shoddy fucking craftsmanship, things breaking that fast. He’d help you find a decent place when your lease was up.
As a friend.
Because he could be friends with you. That would be fine. Encouraged by his meddling but well-meaning daughter who’d arranged this to begin with. Friends help friends apartment hunt. He could be your friend.
He fucked his hand before he passed out, trying to think of anything besides grabbing you and kissing you at the bar as he did.
“Hey Dad! How’d it go last night?”
His eyes were still bleary as he read the text from his daughter the next morning.
“Hey Baby Girl,” he wrote back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. How was it already 10 a.m.? How was Sarah a morning person? She sure as shit didn’t get that from him. “Went fine. Your friend seems nice.”
She wrote back immediately.
“She’s the BEST. Seriously. Give her like 5 minutes and she’s going to show you the best food in town, she always found the coolest restaurants up here, places no one else from the office even knew existed.”
Joel smiled a little at that. He’d heard a lot about you over the last few years, now that he thought about it. He wasn’t big on social media so he only ever saw pictures Sarah texted him - usually a selfie in front of some tourist attraction as she stuck her tongue out at him - so he’d never had a face to put to the stories. But you’d become an integral part of her life in Seattle.
You’d started as a “cool new coworker.” Then you got a name. And then you just became a “we.” “We went to this awesome new restaurant.” “We checked out this concert last night.” “We decided to go up the Space Needle because screw it, why not be a tourist in your own city sometimes?” He never needed to ask who she meant, he knew she was talking about you.
He just hadn’t known it was you.
Which was another reason this was stupid. He could not even consider doing something with you, even just in his head, not when you were that close with his daughter.
“You guys going to hang out again?” She asked. “I think you’d be friends!”
Joel ground his teeth for a second.
“Don’t need you to find me friends just because Uncle Tommy got married.”
Sarah replied right away.
“Well if you did it yourself maybe I wouldn’t,” she said. “And she needs friends, too. Plus this is really all for my benefit, if she can swing me coming to the new Austin office and y’all are friends, we can all just hang out together. Way easier to coordinate my schedule.”
Joel laughed a little.
“Going to help her with something at her apartment today,” he sent back. “We’ll see if she wants me around after that.”
Joel managed to keep from going to your house the second he was dressed. This wasn’t a problem he’d had since he was a fucking teenager, obsessed with some girl from his bio class. He was looking at his watch every five minutes, hoping it was reasonable to leave his house and go to yours.
He called it at 11:45. He figured he’d bring you lunch. You said you liked spicy food - the spicier the better - and if your garbage disposal was leaking, chances are you couldn’t cook much. You’d need to eat something. It was the polite thing to do, he reasoned.
Joel went to his favorite taco truck and got a little bit of almost everything. It was way too much food for two people but fuck it, he didn’t care. As long as it was something you’d like, he really didn’t give a shit.
You were in some kind of matching not quite sweatsuit when you opened the door, the tan fabric looking so fucking soft.
“Hey!” You smiled broadly, like him coming over made your day. You looked at your phone screen. “Damn you really mean early afternoon don’t you?”
He glanced at his watch. 12:23.
“Figured you could use some lunch,” he held up the takeout bag. “Didn’t think you were able to cook much, disposal outta commission…”
“Are you really bringing me food when you came over to do me a favor?” You asked, brows raised. He shrugged. “They weren’t kidding about that whole southern gentleman thing, were they?”
“Gotta give you pretty things some reason to put up with us,” he smiled a little. You smiled back and held the door open for him.
Your place was sparsely decorated but comfortable and it looked like you were just about unpacked. Joel set the bag of tacos on the small table off your kitchen and you staked your claim to the spiciest one.
“If it’s too hot for you, no shame in tappin’ out,” he teased, unwrapping his own taco.
“I eat men with low spice tolerance for breakfast,” you waved him off. “This’ll be cake.”
You took a bite and chewed for a second before your eyes went wide. Joel tried not to laugh at you.
“Holy shit,” you held a hand in front of your full mouth as you spoke, your eyes watering. “That’s so hot! How the fuck…”
“Yeah, you northerners don’t know what you’re dealin’ with,” Joel smirked. “Welcome to the big leagues.”
“Oh, it’s on now, Miller,” you said, wincing a little. “I’ve got this, you have no idea…”
He laughed but you finished the taco, eyes watering and face sweating, the whole way.
“Alright, think you’ve earned some handyman work,” he smiled a little. You chugged water, somehow managing to look good as you did. “Kitchen sink right?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Run the water for longer than 30 seconds and it leaks like crazy…”
He did as you said, opening the cabinet below. You had a pot inside to catch any stray water. He turned the faucet on and after less than a minute, water was gushing out from the pipe leading down to the disposal. He shut it off.
“Good news is, it ain’t the disposal itself,” he said, putting his tools down beside the cabinet. “Looks like they just replaced it and did a shit job setting it up…”
He got down on the ground, lying down so his upper body was in the cabinet just as you came and perched on the counter nearby, watching him closely.
“Let me know what I can do to help,” you said. “I feel bad, you coming over, bringing me food, fixing my shit…”
“Don’t,” he said, frowning up at the plumbing. “Got me outta my house… can you hand me the wrench that’s in the lower part of the tool kit, the adjustable one?”
He heard you slide off the counter to the floor and rifle through his tools before handing him the wrench, your fingertips brushing his when you did. His heart sped up. Fuck this was stupid.
You settled in on the floor near him, near enough that he’d feel your leg brush his when he adjusted while he worked. You asked him about his favorite band and he asked you about yours. About favorite foods. About the one place on Earth you’d go if money and time were no object.
“Alright, think I’ve got it,” he said. “Do me a favor, turn the water on…”
“You sure?” You asked, a frown in your voice. “Don’t you want to sit up first?”
“I’m confident,” he smiled a little.
“Alright, turning it on now.”
And his confidence was correct.
For a minute.
And then it was like the floodgates opened and Joel was suddenly soaked.
“Cut it!”
You scrambled to obey as he got out from under the sink, dripping wet, shirt soaked.
“Shit,” he looked down at himself.
“I am so sorry!” Your hands were over your mouth, eyes wide. “One minute, let me grab you a towel…”
You ran down the hall and came back with a small pile of towels handing them to him one by one. He started with himself and then put towels down below the sink.
“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your eyes were so wide and earnest.
“Not your fault,” he said, getting up, feeling like more than a bit of an idiot. “Your maintenance people just fucked something up big time…”
“I have a washer and dryer,” you said quickly. “Let me wash that for you…”
“Thanks,” he said and he peeled off the wet shirt and handed it to you. “Appreciate it…”
He was so busy trying not to look at you that he hadn’t realized that you were staring at him, looking up him slowly, your lower lip in your teeth. Like you were interested in him, too. Like you were trying to keep your hands to yourself, too.
Your eyes met his. This was stupid, this was very very stupid. You were standing close to him, so fucking close to him.
“Joel,” you breathed.
He was kissing you before he could talk himself out of it.
***
You weren’t sure if he kissed you or you kissed him but you didn’t really care because fuck, he was touching you. Your arms went around his neck and his hands went to your hips, pulling your body flush against his as he all but devoured you.
Like he’d done nothing but think of this since the night before, too.
You were up for an hour after you got home, cursing your best friend for having such a hot dad and trying to not think about what would have happened if you’d dragged him into your apartment when he dropped you off as you ran your vibrator over your needy clit.
Because how could you face Sarah if you’d fucked yourself to the thought of her dad?
But you weren’t worrying about that now.
Instead, you were leading Joel blindly through your apartment, to your bedroom. Your fingers tangled in his hair - wet from the explosive leak in your sink - as you kissed him. You pulled him against you as you sat back on your bed, crawling back toward the middle of it and tugging him along with you so he was hovering over you.
“You sure…” he began but you nodded so fast that he didn’t even finish asking, just smiling for a second before kissing you again.
His tongue was insistent inside your mouth, like he was trying to reach every part of you, but you liked it. The hot, aching need gathering in you liked it, liked that he was demanding and hungry for you to the point that, when his tongue slid back behind his own teeth it’s because he wanted to bite your lip with a growl.
You squirmed out of the soft wrap that was covering your arms and he pulled at your tank top, peeling it away from you and leaving you in just your lacy bralette you liked to wear before you really got dressed for the day. His hand cupped your breast, palm brushing your firm nipple, and you moaned. Joel slipped his hand into the lace and touched the bare skin below and you involuntarily thrust your hips up toward him. He smiled against your mouth at that.
“So eager,” he said, teasing.
“We both have way too much on,” you panted against him.
“Let me help you with that,” he slid his fingers below the band of the bralette and tugged it up and over your head, leaving you naked from the waist up. “Jesus Christ…”
“What?” You asked, breathless.
“And I thought you were gorgeous before,” his eyes went over you slowly, tracing the edges of you. “Fucking hell…”
You smiled and arched into kissing him again, fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans as you did. When you got his pants open, you slipped your hand inside his underwear, finding his thick, hard cock and stroking him. It was gentle at first, getting a feel for him and fuck he was hard as steel below your touch. He was also easily the biggest cock you’d ever held, so thick and long you knew you were going to be feeling him for hours after you were done.
Not that you minded. You wanted nothing more than to walk around with a reminder of him inside you for a while.
Joel’s hands ran over you until he reached your pants and underwear. He pulled them off together, pausing just before your panties would be so far down that they would expose your dripping, aching slit. He pulled his lips from you.
“This really what you want?” He asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.
“I’ve been wanting this since last night,” you smiled a little at him.
“Fuck, I was hopin’ you’d say that.”
He pulled what remained of your clothes off and cast it aside, nudging you down so you were flat on the bed. He ran his finger over your slit, dipping into you just enough to make your entrance try to grip him but not enough that it gave your body something to hold. You moaned.
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he pressed his finger against your clit, rubbing in circles, making you moan. “Gonna take real good care of you…”
He trailed his finger back down and sank it into you as his thumb pressed against your clit, making your body go tight around him. You rocked your hips against him and arched your back and you heard the smile in his voice as your hands flew to your comforter, knotting in the fabric there.
“There you go,” he said softly, kissing over your jaw to your throat, nipping and sucking you as he went. “Fuck you’re tight, need you to relax and come for me so I can get inside you…”
He added another finger, hooking them up into you, pressing into your inner walls and making you get tense and tight before you came hard around him, pussy throbbing so hard it almost hurt.
“You’re gonna feel so goddamn good,” he groaned as he slid his fingers from you. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down with his jeans before he stroked himself, his fingers still slick with you as he did.
“One sec,” you managed to find your voice and you stretched back to reach into your nightstand and grabbed a box of condoms. You needed to open it and pull one foil packet apart from the rest. “Sorry, haven’t needed one of these in a bit…”
“Won’t hear me arguin’,” he half smiled at you. Fuck, that fucking dimple. You opened the condom and slid it on his tip, watching his chest heave as you did. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you took his covered tip in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and using them to unroll the condom the rest of the way onto his thick, hard length. “Fuck, beautiful, tryin’ to rush me through this?”
You just sucked him for a moment, his head lodged at the back of your throat as you started to work his shaft with your mouth. His hand flew to your head, fingers twisting in your hair, as you went. He moaned as your tongue pressed against the underside of him before curling around his shaft. His grip on your hair tightened and you picked up the pace, all but choking yourself on his cock, not able to help yourself, until he pulled you back off him sharply, abruptly.
“Really don’t want things to be over that fast,” he panted, tilting his head back toward the ceiling for a moment. “Fucking hell you’re good at that…”
You smirked a little and he pushed you back down onto the bed before lining his cock up with your entrance. He paused and you moaned, rocking your hips against him, your whole body feeling like a spring that was coiled a bit too tight. His hands splayed wide over your thighs for a moment before sliding over your stomach, your breasts, back down again.
“Still want this?” He asked, voice needy.
“Want you,” you panted, nodding. “Need you, need you inside me…”
“Good,” he said, his large hands spread on your thighs, holding you open for him, watching where he was entering you as his cock split you open. He moaned, panting for breath. “Fuck, gonna be addicted to you, just fuckin’ know it…”
You pressed your hips up into him as he filled you totally, collapsing onto you as his hips met yours. He stilled in you, giving you a moment to adjust to the delicious stretch of him inside you. He was big enough that - if you hadn’t been so desperate for him, if he hadn’t already made you come once - you were sure that it would feel like he was breaking you in two. Like this, though, it was all pleasure with a hint of pain, just enough to make you feel so fucking full you thought you might burst with it.
He started slowly but forcefully, dragging his cock back so only his head was inside you, his pace so slow that you felt his head on every ridge inside you. But he thrust himself back into you hard, like he couldn’t bear not feeling you again immediately, like being without you was almost painful.
But he increased his pace, thrusting himself deep into you and pulling back before changing again, more rocking his hips down into you than fully thrusting into you. It meant he kept almost constant pressure on your clit, that the head of him was all but permanently against the spot inside that you immediately sought out whenever you used your vibrator. Your back arched into him and your pussy was so tight around him you were certain you couldn’t get any more wanting.
“Fuck, need to feel you come while I’m inside you,” he managed, sliding his arms below you to press your bare chest against him. “Please, Beautiful, fuck, please come for me…”
“Joel!” You cried out his name as you came around him and he fucked into you for another moment before you felt him throb inside as he spilled into the condom.
He collapsed on top of you, panting for breath and you ran your hands over his broad back. After a minute, he kissed you gently and pulled himself from your wrung out body and lying beside you.
“So,” he was still short of breath. “Got anythin’ around here I can come by and fix tomorrow?”
You laughed a little, trying not to think of the fact that you’d just fucked your best friend’s dad. Trying not to think of the fact that there was no way this could be a one time thing.
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something,” you said. “I’m sure I can think of a lot of things.”
#fanfic#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#smut fic#joel miller smut#bfd!joel#one shot
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[CYMX-461] "My Roommates And I Were Playing Monopoly And Suddenly, One Of Them Lets Me Fuck Her Ass To Pay The Rent! Will My Other Roommate Be Okay With Us Fucking Right In Front Of Her?"
LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Choerry x LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Jinsoul x Male Reader
Word Count: 5424 words
Categories: smut, anal, masturbation, oral, more anal, threesome, squirting (?), just pure anal, commission
Commission Details: a big-sized of mint choco ice cream (2k-4k words)
Trigger Warning: mentions of alcohol
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"Come ooooon, oppa! It'll be quick, I promise!" Yerim said while dragging you to the photo booth.
"With this much stuff?" you said while holding up three plastic bags containing food and drinks for dinner tonight.
"Don't worry about it! Just a few pictures and then we'll be on our way home alright? Please, oppa? Pretty pleeeeease?" Yerim insisted, showing her puppy eyes while holding onto your right arm.
Goodness, she's so cute!
You sighed. "Last stop, then we're heading home."
Yerim squealed with delight. You both then entered the photo booth, her hands dragging you along by your arm. Yerim's impatience caught up with you before you could even put the plastic bags down. She quickly inserted some coins into the machine and pressed the shutter button.
"Get ready to take your photo!"
"Woah hold on—"
"Say cheese!"
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Yerim's heartful laughter resonated across the quiet street. It's been about ten minutes and still, she couldn't stop busting a gut over your face in the pictures you both took earlier at the photo booth.
"Are you done Yerim?" you asked, blatantly annoyed by her playfulness.
The dark brown-haired girl who was holding her belly began to calm down, before bursting out in another series of giggles once again.
"Sorry, sorry, I just can't get over how funny you looked in these photos oppa!" Yerim reminded you of the photos you both took just a little while ago.
They turned out great in her eyes, but not in yours. Yerim had different expressions and poses, while you looked silly in a few photos due to the sudden rush. One picture that cracks Yerim up was where you were just a blurry thing behind her.
"Well, if someone cared to wait for a little bit, then the pictures would turn out good!" you exclaimed.
"Hehehe, sorry oppa! I just wanted to make it quick. Besides, Jinsol unnie's probably waiting for us at home."
You looked at your wristwatch. "Oof, yeah, it's already ten. Let's hurry then, we don't want the tiger to show its fangs again!"
Yerim giggled. "That was unnie's fault! She didn't tell me about waking her up for class yesterday! You see, I-"
As Yerim continued defending herself about what happened the morning before, you both eventually arrived at your shared apartment after a few turns. Inside the apartment, Yerim then cheekily hopped on each staircase, leading up to the third floor. You tried catching up to her, but you're not taking the risk of potentially dropping the dinner for tonight — it was all on you as well.
The doorbell rang a couple of times, startling Jinsol who was watching a variety show on the TV. After clumsily falling off the couch because of the shock, Jinsol rushed towards the door to open it.
"Unnie!" Yerim shrieked out like she hadn't seen Jinsol for days.
“Jeez, you're so loud! You were only out for two hours!”
“And that’s enough for me to miss you!" Yerim instantly hugged Jinsol who had a mix of concerned and disgusted looks on her face.
"Bro, that's cringe," Jinsol answered, but quickly returned the hug.
You went inside the apartment quietly, unnoticed by the two lovebirds. You gave a low sigh after seeing the mess in the living room caused by the woman who was still stuck in Yerim's embrace. Jinsol loves building and playing around with Gundam figurines, but you're not a big fan of how many of the small parts are scattered around the house after she's done with them. Even after you have countlessly stepped onto them and screamed out in pain, you never really complained about it to Jinsol since you knew that she wouldn't listen.
That is the truth of living in this apartment with these two — Choi Yerim and Jung Jinsol. One is an enthusiastic and extremely extroverted girl with no shame, and another one is a quiet, dorky, and yet chaotic girl who was possibly a man in her past life. At the very least, your apartment doesn't feel too quiet with these two hanging around.
After cleaning a bit of Jinsol's work on the table, you put down the plastic bags and got out the four boxes of food, three canned beer, and a box of two strawberry cake slices.
"Stop getting onto my back, you're heavy!" Jinsol exclaimed.
Yerim whined, "Ah, you're so mean unnie!"
Both of them made their way to the living room with Yerim clinging onto Jinsol like glue, hugging her by the waist. Once you opened a box with tteokbokki inside, the smell disseminated into the air, making everyone in the living room drool. Jinsol didn’t waste anymore time as she jumped over the couch and sat down on the floor. Yerim joined in soon after, sitting beside Jinsol and grabbed a drink.
“Sheeeesh, this is a lot!” Jinsol exclaimed. “Can we even finish this? And cakes? Seriously?”
“What’s wrong with them, unnie?” Yerim asked. “I’ve been craving a cake for days! They’re also perfect for desserts!”
“Well, you better finish it! The fridge is already full from your yogurts and jellies. Can’t even store that beef tripe that I got from my mom yesterday.” Jinsol complained.
“You could just have a few to make more space, I don't mind! I can buy more!”
“I could, if the yogurts weren’t coconut flavor-”
You stopped the argument by letting Jinsol smell the box that you held in front of her face, the smell that she knew all too well — chicken feet. “Will this shut you up?”
Jinsol gasped and grabbed the box off of your hand. “For me?! You actually got it?!”
“As a thank you for helping me with my thesis the other day.”
"Bro, I said it was nothing, really. Thanks anyways!"
As everybody has their own set of meals, the three of you — mainly Yerim and Jinsol, enjoy the late dinner. It doesn't hurt to treat them once in a while, so you feel just as happy as they are. Not to mention, it's been a while too since all of you spent some time together in the house. Balancing work and study is already hard enough, and as cold as you were, you definitely don't want to add social life to the list.
"Oh yeah, can I borrow your notes from account class oppa? I forgot to jot down a few things." Yerim said in a muffled voice — her mouth was filled with food inside.
"Later, I haven't finished filtering it."
Jinsol looked confused. "The fuck? You filter your notes?" she asked, emphasizing the word 'filter' with her fingers.
"It means making the notes more readable for me."
"Mhm, that's why I like borrowing his notes! It's soooo much easier to read than Professor Haseul's slides!" Yerim butted in the conversation, her mouth still full with food.
"Wow, dude. I really gotta learn some stuff from you. Can I have a bit of yours?" Jinsol points to your food with her chopsticks.
"Help yourself, noona. I already ate a bit before this." Jinsol already took half of your kimbap before you even finished talking.
"With a certain… professor perhaps?" Yerim teased you and took a sip of her drink, grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, I thought we were done with that!" you groaned.
"Doesn't help when you're the only male student that has ever been asked out by the hot and gorgeous Ms. Saerom herself!"
Jinsol was baffled once again with Yerim's statement, clearly showing her boomer attitude. She then asked, "How come that I don't know about this?"
"What the— you didn't know unnie?! It was hot shit in our class! It's like this…" Yerim then continued to ramble all about the embarrassing incident you had with the aforementioned professor with Jinsol who was weirdly interested.
Please, just end me now.
An hour has passed. Your ears were traumatized with Yerim's story and Jinsol laughter. What an eventful dinner, you thought to yourself. The three of you were finishing up on your dinner, mainly Yerim having to finish her cakes.
"Ooh ooh, do you both have anything to do after this?" Yerim excitedly asked.
You and Jinsol looked at each other before answering, "No, not really. Jinx!"
Yerim's eyes brightened up. "How about we do something together tonight? It's been a while you know!"
"What do you have in mind?" you asked.
Yerim thought to herself for a while, before her ears perked. She then quickly ran to her room.
"I still can't believe you rejected Ms. Saerom." Jinsol said, giggling quietly right after. You just shook your head in response.
Not long after, Yerim jumped out of her room and hopped towards the living room with a box in hand. "How about a game… of Monopoly?!"
You and Jinsol stared blankly at the box that Yerim held up in the air.
"I've got notes to filter." you said, and at the same time, Jinsol answered, "I gotta clean the toilet."
"Hey! You guys are no fun!" Yerim pouted, making both of you laugh out loud. "Come on now, both of you! Do you guys wanna play or not?"
You patted on the floor, signaling Yerim to sit down. "Alright alright, let's play. Sorry about that."
Yerim smiled and sat down beside you. You cleaned up the table, threw away all the food packages and cans while Yerim and Jinsol prepared the board game. Once you got back to the living room, Yerim and Jinsol were already counting the game's money.
"Oppa, which one do you want?" Yerim asked you to choose between the five tokens. With no thought in mind, you just picked one that resembles a hat. Jinsol then gave you the money for the game.
"Let's do rock paper scissors to decide our turn!" Yerim suggested.
"No no no, let's go by age." Jinsol declined Yerim's suggestion, in which she replied back with a head shake.
"Not fair, because you get to go first!"
"It doesn't change how the game plays!"
"The first player usually has a higher advantage to win!"
"And the first few Monopoly players went by age to play!"
"So then what? I'm not falling for your tricks again, unnie!" Before Yerim could press Jinsol further, your expression caught her eyes. The "I'm so done" expression on your face said it all — it's the girl's battleground and you have no right to speak. She immediately ended the argument as she doesn't want you to feel left out. "Y-You know what, oppa, you go first."
"Eh? So suddenly?" Yerim nods her head.
"Well, if you say so. I'm still gonna win though!" Jinsol surrendered as well. A bit odd this time since it usually ended up with either one of them winning, but you couldn't care any less. You started off the game as Yerim gave you the two dices, and it marked the starting point to an endless night.
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Yerim was sweating. Not because it was hot, and not because of the beer she drank. It's because of her current situation. Two hours have passed, and her roommate has been on the road to taking the win for the game. Almost all the entire property on the board was owned by him, and it is clearly shown by how much money he has on hand.
"It's your turn noona." he said after buying a hotel on one of his properties.
"Man, this sucks." Jinsol whined and rolled the dice. Both of the dice showed a three — she landed on her own property! A silent "Yes!" was heard from her lips before she made her move on the board.
"That won't last for long." he teased Jinsol who just gave a sigh out of relief.
"You mean my luck? The one that won't last that long is your money! Your turn Yerim!" Jinsol fought back and took a sip of her can of beer, her words are as striking as an anime protagonist.
Throughout all of this, Yerim was lost in thought. Two things were running around her mind — her game and her crush. On the board, she was at the worst place, where any move she made was guaranteed to land on his property. Unless she rolls an exact number of 11 on the dice, she would have to pull a Chance Card. Her money was also running out, so if she got unlucky, the only option for her was to declare bankruptcy and lose, or plan B.
"Yah, what's taking you so long?" Jinsol snapped Yerim out of her trance. She was shaking up the dice inside her hands for almost a minute.
"Oh, sorry! H-Here goes nothing!" Yerim released the dice and it rolled to a number of five—
Come on, come on, come onnnn!
—and a four, totalling up for a nine.
Yerim was stunned. Amidst the laughter from Jinsol, she needed to think and act quickly. Is she about to lose to this board game that gives her no benefit, or take a chance that she'll probably regret in a long time if it goes wrong?
Fuck it, it's plan B!
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"Come on Yerimie, make your move~" you teased Yerim. Finally, this game is gonna end soon. I really need to sleep.
You noticed that Yerim's eyes were calm and her lips had a bittersweet smile — an expression that you knew very well. You and Jinsol call it the "I accept my fate" look and because of its rarity, you were a bit weirded out by her behavior. Especially that she had a bit of alcohol too. Typically at this point, she would whine about going to lose.
Yerim moved her token while counting down, "One, two, three, four,-" she stopped for a while, and continued, "-five, six, seven, eight, and nine."
"Well, well, well, looks like it's gonna be between the two of us now, noon—"
"Hold on!" Yerim cuts you off, the loudness of it shocked Jinsol.
"Ow, my goddamn ear— you've lost Yerim! What else can you do?" Jinsol groaned.
"There's… something that I can do."
"Like what, taking a loan—" Jinsol's eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of her.
Without any hesitation, Yerim placed a hand on your shoulder, got closer to your face and connected both of your lips together. Jinsol's "Ehh?!'' was useless to Yerim's ear as she deepened the kiss. Meanwhile, you just eased into the kiss, instead of freaking out. Possibly because the beer has seeped into your brain, immobilizing you from denying her sudden action.
"Fuck my ass."
“Wha—“
The simple kiss then elevated to a make out, with Yerim acting as the guide to both of your tongues, twirling against one another. Your consciousness returns after a few seconds, realizing the state that you were in. As Yerim was pulling you in by the waist, sliding her hands under your shirt and feeling your body with her fingers, you begin to resist the fall into temptation— she's your roommate for heaven's sake!
Curse you, alcohol!
Yerim noticed how you were flinching around, obviously denying her actions. Putting a halt to the slightly forced make out, she smirked and whispered softly into your ear, "Don't worry oppa, I'm not drunk. I just wanna pay my rent."
"B-But Yerim, don't you think we should uhh…" Look beside you, and Jinsol was still there, with an annoyi— Wait, she's smiling?
"Don't mind me, just go on ahead." Jinsol said while getting up. "Don't go too rough on my Yerim, you hear me?" You nod slightly in response.
Jinsol then quickly made her way to the toilet, leaving both you and Yerim alone in the living room with your mouths open.
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Jinsol closed the toilet door behind her and leaned against it. She bit her lips desperately — it has been a while since she'd seen a view so hot, especially when it's her two hot roommates.
Jinsol once mentioned that she doesn't like both of her roommates in a romantic manner. In fact, she has taken an interest in someone else and made a lot of progress with them. However, when it comes to her sexual desires, no one truly knows how much Jinsol craves to get a good fucking, and she's not really picky about the details.
Fuck, how she just pulled him into it is so hot! Where did Yerim learn how to do that?
Jinsol lets her intrusive thoughts win as her hands slipped under her shorts and underwear, reaching towards her already warm pussy. A gulp down her throat, and she was half naked in an instant.
This is so wrong. What if they found out that I'm touching myself to them fucking?
Her denial was thrown out of the window as Jinsol's ear caught Yerim's low moans, letting her imagination run wild. It can't be helped that she has seen both her roommates in only their underwear once, so she only has to fill in the missing details. Hesitation was evident in her eyes but as Yerim’s moans become more vocal, it breaks her out of the shell of anxiety.
A quick one wouldn't hurt.
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"I'm paying with my ass, oppa. Fuck my ass until you're satisfied."
Once the toilet door was heard closing, you both wasted no time making out once again. Being the fuel of this fire, Yerim tugged onto your shirt and moved herself to sit on your lap. You didn't back down however, as lust has taken over you, by grabbing her plump ass. The shorts that she's wearing were tantalizing at best. Her milky thighs were wrapped around your waist, evidently driving you nuts with a tent already forming in your pants.
"I've been waiting for this moment, oppa. You don't know how many times I've touched myself to you." Yerim words sent shivers down your spine, and more of it came right after as she pressed her lower body onto yours, letting you feel the warmth of her core. It seemed that Yerim did her research properly beforehand as she got out a small bottle of lube from the pocket of her shorts and placed it aside.
"Holy fuck, Yerim." Your head fell onto Yerim's right shoulder, enjoying the constant dopamine. You guide her hips by her ass, creating delicious frictions on each other's crotch. Whimpers and moans filled the room quickly, body temperatures were rising rapidly, and your undergarments were getting wet.
Yerim bit her lips, and with it came her anticipation. “Mmm, I knew that you were big after all oppa.”
Your hands did a quick work of taking away Yerim's shorts. Her moans grew louder as you were now free to fondle her bare ass. Your fingers slipped under her thin panties and were met with heat and slick, which further enthralled Yerim. The tip of your middle finger trailed down in between her ass and grazed over her pussy.
"Mmfh, that's it oppa! Touch me more!"
While Yerim undid your pants and underwear, you rubbed her vagina in circles, making sure she stayed wet and warm. Your cock plopped out, and throbbed with each sway of Yerim's hips. She then squeezed some lube on her hands and spread it all along your length to prepare you. Yerim begged and whimpered for you to put it in her ass as soon as you guided the tip of your cock so she could feel you fully.
“Please oppa, put that big fucking cock inside me! Please please please please ple— Ngh!" Yerim yelped as you smacked her butt hard.
"Shut up."
You rubbed your cock on her dripping pussy for a while, making sure that it was fully lubed up before penetrating the tight hole. Only the tip was inside her, but it gave such an intense reaction that both of your bodies jerked. Your hips lifted itself upwards slowly, and with it came a loud groan and your shaft getting deeper into Yerim.
When you successfully conquered her asshole’s resistance, Yerim wailed, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her face buried into the crook of your neck. Worriness seeped in as you felt a sudden wetness on your neck and Yerim breathing in and out profusely.
"You okay?"
“Sorry… this is… my first time.” Yerim said in between breaths.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Uhh, okay, I’ll pull out—”
Yerim suddenly sank her hips deeper into you, making you both moan and jerk once again. “Oppa, please… I’m okay. I like it.” She bit her lips again, her body reacting to each throb of you inside her, before reassuring you, “I’m yours for the— mmh! For the night. Treat me however you— fuuuuck~! Treat me however you want, please!”
Though you were hesitant, your body said the exact opposite as your hips began thrusting upwards. Both of your hands were on Yerim's sinful waist to guide the rhythm of your thrusts. There's too much for you to focus on — Yerim's lustful sounds, the tightness of her asshole, the delicious jiggles of her thighs, the alluring scent of her soothing fragrance, the way her frame perfectly fits with yours — it was all too perfect.
"Oh, fuck, Yerim-ah, Yerim-ah!"
"Ahhh, oppa! You like my ass oppa? You like fucking this tight little hole?"
Never have you nodded so quickly to a statement so true. The pressure that has been boiling up inside you was too much for you to handle already. But it looks like your playmate is already close to her peak, given by the mix of extreme pleasure that you're giving her.
Her body began trembling violently, followed by some incoherent curse words from her mouth and the spreading wetness on both of your crotches. Not caring how she is still induced in her orgasm, you pulled Yerim closer to your embrace as you chased your own as well. Enhanced by the feeling of her ample breasts covered by only her shirt on your chest, it was easier said than done.
"Fuck! Fuck! Yerim-ah! Yerim-ah!"
Yerim gained a sense of herself and screamed,"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Drain your balls inside this fucking ass oppa!"
The thrusting stopped after a while. One last scream of Yerim's name triggers the first burst of semen inside her. The second one fired deep inside her and it went along with her own orgasm once again. When the third and final shot was done, your cum seeped out of the tight hole, showing you how much you have filled your renter.
As your cock softened and freed itself, both of your bodies fell to the ground, drained by how intense you were. Together panting heavily and catching your breath, you both giggled after finally waking up to the euphoric high.
"Sooo, did I pay my rent oppa?" Yerim asked with an endearing smile.
You chuckled, swooning on the inside because of how cute she is, even in a messy state. "Yes, yes you did."
"Hehe, great! Oh yeah, Jinsol unnie is still in the toil— " Yerim was then interrupted by a loud scream coming from the bathroom.
You both got up quickly and looked at each other, confused by the sudden noise. Upon closer inspection with your ears, the scream turned itself into a desperate moan.
A devious smirk was painted on Yerim's face. "Oppa, you're thinking what I'm thinking?"
You nodded. Yerim stood up and handed out her hand to help you get up on your foot. Now in front of the door to the toilet, Yerim slowly opened it a little until a view was clear to her eyes.
"Ahh, fuck! Oh my god! I'm 'bout to cum! Ahh!"
Sitting inside the spacious bathtub was none other than Jinsol — bottomless, moaning away without a care to the world and furiously fingering herself to climax. Her eyes were closed as well, so it gave you and Yerim the advantage to sneak inside without her noticing. The mischievous girl then carefully stepped inside the bathtub and sat on the other end. Simultaneously, you were getting hard again by the sight of Jinsol masturbating and Yerim taking off her clothes.
Yerim began drawing near towards the opposite end, fully naked and ready to surprise her horny unnie. She bit her lips and grabbed onto Jinsol’s hand, “Aww, poor Jinsol unnie, touching herself alone in the washroom.”
Jinsol’s eyes were wide open in an instant. Her face flushed with embarrassment, froze upon seeing Yerim in front of her and you who was casually stroking your cock. “Y-Yerim?! It’s not what it looks lik—”
Yerim shuts Jinsol up with a forceful deep kiss. The forced one was resisting at first, but eventually fell into this trap of temptation laid down by Yerim. As they got up on their knees, Yerim removed Jinsol’s top, revealing her slim yet toned figure. Your excess cum from earlier begins collecting itself on your tip as you witness the two girls desperately touching each other while locking their lips together.
A gulp down your throat and soon enough, you took off your own shirt and left it on the tile floor. Yerim noticed how entranced you were and suddenly thought of an idea to spark things up. “Don’t just stand there, oppa. Join us."
It needed only two steps for you to be right in front of your two roommates, your cock flaunting itself hard and proud, close to Jinsol’s face. After exchanging a few more kisses, Yerim switched her focus towards you by stroking you gently, making Jinsol watch in awe as you throbbed under her touch. She then brought the tip close to Jinsol’s lips, letting your cum stain them.
“Go on, noona. Seems like he’s begging for you to suck it.” Yerim took the words right out of your mouth.
Before you know it, Jinsol’s tongue swirled around your shaft, gathering the sweet nectar flowing out of your slit. You threw your head back as she then engulfed your cockhead, sucking on it to taste more. At the same time, Yerim continued her gentle handjob and started to fondle your balls as well, stimulating it once again close to orgasm.
“Deeper, unnie. Yes, that’s it.” Yerim praised and patted Jinsol on the head.
You can feel Jinsol getting further down as her tongue slides against the underside of your cock, until the tip of it reaches your balls. Both of you moan audibly with both desires finally being fulfilled. You summarized that Jinsol definitely had some experience, judging by how steady and rhythmic her blowjob is. Her cheeks then hollowed, giving your cock a powerful vacuum suck.
After a few more bobs, Jinsol took her time to breathe and jerked you off. Yerim also gave some support to Jinsol’s handiwork by spitting some saliva onto your shaft, letting it spread all over. She gave quick licks on your slit and beamed over the taste of you. Meanwhile, on your side, your eyes were just glued to the two working for your pleasure. To this day, you never even foresaw this sight to ever happen in real life.
Jinsol then spoke out of the blue. “Get inside. I.. I need you.”
So fucking needy.
At last, the bathtub was filled as you positioned yourself behind Jinsol, making sure your shaft was almost in between her thighs. Jinsol moaned into Yerim’s mouth as you fondled her cute tits and tweaked her erect nipples.
“You’re so cute, noona. Whimper for us more.” you whispered into her ear and planted a few kisses on her shoulders.
Jinsol was pinned by the two of you playing around with her body, diffusing pheromones all over. Her hips squirmed as Yerim picked up where she left off earlier, teasing her wet pussy and you rubbing your tip on her asshole.
"Put it inside, oppa. Unnie must be dying to feel you."
With Yerim's guidance, you break Jinsol even more, entering her back door. Thankfully, the lube on your cock hasn't dried up too much, so it wasn't really painful, given by how tight Jinsol was. She was on par with Yerim in terms of tightness, but hers felt more warmer.
"Ahh! Yerim, he's so big!" Jinsol exclaimed, holding onto Yerim in desperation. She basically melted in Yerim's arms when you began thrusting from tip to hilt, which made Yerim smile. She loved seeing her unnie in full ecstasy as it turned her on a lot.
"Take it all in unnie. Don't resist." Yerim whispered into Jinsol's ear. She then grabbed the back of Jinsol's head and slowly guided it down her crotch while she laid down on the bathtub. Jinsol knew immediately what to do after seeing Yerim's glistening pussy.
A few licks in, and Yerim began squirming already. Her sensitivity heightened by the clear sight in front of her — her two older roommates having sex. Jinsol moved on to finger Yerim after having a taste of her core to release her expression being fucked.
"Fuck fuck fuck, harder!"
You obliged, increasing the pace of your thrusts into Jinsol. Her body wobbles deliciously when your crotch hits hers, signifying how hard you're messing her up. It gets even more intense when you're witnessing the two pretty girls making out and pleasuring one another right in front of you.
The three of you were full of sweat, exhaustion finally seeped into your bodies. A game night that turned into a wild sex night surely wasn't in your agenda, but you were glad now that it was.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuuuuuck!!!!"
Jinsol let out a loud scream, her back arched and her legs trembled violently. The oldest one in the room orgasms before the two of you could even reach your own, given by how she's receiving double the pleasure. Her slick leaked out of her empty pussy, staining your crotch and Yerim's midriff.
Not long after, the knot inside your stomach grew tighter, your balls pressuring itself to release the tension. You then release yourself from Jinsol's confines and stroke yourself into your climax. A loud groan left your mouth, and alongside it came spurts after spurts of your semen. Two shots landed onto Jinsol's ass, while the last three covered Yerim's vagina.
Yerim was the only one who had yet to reach her own peak. As the first person who noticed it, you grab onto Yerim's waist and plunge yourself deep into her slit while your cock is still hard. Under Jinsol's body who was calming down after her high, Yerim replied to your action with a deafening scream and continued to do so as you thrust deep into her womb.
"Fuuuuuuuck oppa! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"
The first thrust. Yerim's body shook violently. The second thrust. Her legs gave out. The final thrust. Yerim's eyes rolled back. The plugged hole was leaking out with Yerim's juices and eventually, squirting so hard that it pushed your cock out by itself. A series of pleasure cries left Yerim's lips, not caring how she's deafening Jinsol who was still on top of her.
You laid your back on the other side of the bathtub, gasping for air due to the lack of breath. Tonight's events were exhausting to the body, yet pleasuring at the same time. You then got out of the bathtub slowly and sat on the tile floor, close to the two girls who were basically cuddling each other, not caring how sweaty they were.
"You both okay?" you asked. Jinsol then gets off of Yerim and rests her arms by the edge of the bathtub, facing towards you. Putting her hand on your shoulder, she replied with a thumbs up.
"I'm fucking drained bro. Thanks for that." Jinsol said, and both of you giggled.
"T-Thanks oppa. It was amazing." Yerim said weakly.
"Can you get up?" you asked Yerim. Meanwhile, Jinsol was already out of the bathtub and finding her pile of clothes.
"No. I just wanna.. lay down here… just for a while…"
"Alright. I'll be here until you're okay."
"Okay, thanks oppa…" Yerim then drifts off to sleep almost instantly.
Both you and Jinsol smiled, looking at how cute Yerim was sleeping in the bathtub. Jinsol then left the toilet to sleep in her own room after wearing her clothes and wishing you a good night. You can't stand looking at poor Yerim sleeping uncomfortably inside the cold bathtub, so you carried her all the way to her own room and let her rest on her bed. After covering her with a blanket, you left the room silently.
"Nighty night, Yerim."
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it was a rough process due to my hectic schedule, but i'm glad that i made it through. after all, this is my first commission so i'm still learning as i go through. i just really hope that you're satisfied with the end product as i have poured a lot of time and effort into writing this to make it worth your money. :)
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toji with prompt 5 pretty please
𖦹 ˚ ✩ . ❝what they're like with kids.❞
★ synopsis. toji with kids.
★ featuring. toji fushiguro.
★ formatting. headcanons. (from this list.)
★ notes. husband! toji, he's a good dad for once, sfw, so much fluff, megumi and tsumiki are your kids.
꒰౨ৎ — author’s note. i KNOW what my bio says but i'm multifaceted. literally so in love with this deadbeat and i hope it shows. thank u as always for requesting and sorry for the wait !!꒱
★彡 TOJI FUSHIGURO.
The first time Toji ever felt genuine love was when he put that pretty golden band on your finger.
The second was when he looked into Tsumiki’s big, brown eyes for the first time.
Then the third came with a small head of black hair and the name he’d chosen long before he'd known whether his kid would be a boy or a girl: Megumi.
From then on, life was a journey for him.
Growing up, Tsumiki was much calmer than Megumi, who would fuss and cry at every little thing. His papa wouldn't read to him long enough? He'd bawl his eyes out. He couldn't reach the fridge handle because his legs were too stubby? Waterworks. His toy was missing after he'd been the one to misplace it? He'd throw a fit.
Toji would honestly curse himself for even thinking he could fall asleep for more than 20 minutes before his son would toddle into the room, promptly disturbing his dad's nap by pouncing onto his stomach or latching onto his arm.
You, however, found it pretty funny.
"Shit's not anythin' to giggle about," Toji would grumble at you, his beauty sleep interrupted as you laughed, glaring at Megumi as he clambered onto his father's chest, bouncing his bottom up and down and beating on him with his tiny fists.
There have been multiple instances where Megumi's been in a good mood, though. You'll never forget the pictures you took of him napping, holding his big sister's hand in his smaller one as they both rested on top of Toji's large chest, his hands cradling both their heads while he snored.
Toji is so bad at not cursing in front of his kids. It's a horrible habit, but he can't seem to grasp the fact that 4-year-olds aren't supposed to be saying the same unsavory words that roll off his tongue so easily.
"Fuck!" he'd let it slip a few times when he accidentally hurt himself, and in typical kid fashion, they were always around to hear something they shouldn't.
"Fuk?" The fact that Megumi was the very picture of innocence while such a filthy word came tumbling out of his mouth (and paired with a smile!) rattled his father.
"What's 'fuck'?" Tsumiki asked, barely much older than her brother. Toji could only pray you didn't hear that.
"Wh— not so loud! Don't repeat that shi— that stuff. Yer gonna get me in trouble with Mama."
(you indeed did hear and he got his ass beat later)
Calls Megumi and Tsumiki 'rugrats.'
He didn't realize just how little time he'd have for romance with his kids around. Every single time Toji leans in to press his lips on his yours, no matter where you two may be, they come running from around the corner (apparently, they'd been watching for a while), darting between your legs and making fake retching noises as they giggle at the scowl on their dad's face.
Toji's the kind of dad to lose one kid in the store, turn around to ask the other kid where their sibling went, only to find them both gone LMFAO.
Stiffens up when he hears an "I love you," or even when he receives a hug from either one of his children. Hugs take some coaxing from you, but he doesn't dislike them (he'd never admit it, what with his tough guy persona, but Toji's kids make him so soft inside.)
#꒰🪼꒱ jelly writes.#꩜ inbox. ✉️#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen toji#sorry i’ve been on hiatus#okay let me rant. i'm obssessed with the way toji's first and only love until the very end was megumi's mother#like. he was looked at like a piece of shit because of the fact that he couldn't see curses by his clan#but then here comes ms fushiguro. and she LOVED HIM despite all of his shit. SHE LOVED HIM SO BAD GUYS OH MY GOD#and till the very end he NEVER got over her. NEVER.#gege you make me sick btw#probably gonna change my layout again
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All Yours pt. 3
Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut
Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word count: 2022
Warnings: mentions of murder, voyeur behavior, stealing underwear, mentions of sex and masturbation
The walk back to your dorm with Ethan was enjoyable. He listened to you ramble about what your favorite color was and why it was your favorite. He listened to you talk about your classes, who your favorite professor was. He listened to you talk about the current book you were reading, whining about how you didn’t want it to end. Ethan knew all about this stuff, but he listened anyway.
He knew what your favorite color was: it was the color of your phone case. He knew all about your classes: he memorized your entire schedule. He couldn’t reveal that to you. He thought you would be creeped out by that, but who wouldn’t? Ethan didn’t have bad intentions, of course. He just wanted to know more about you. He wanted to make sure you were safe.
If someone was hurting you, he’d make them disappear.
He’s already done it before, and he’d do it again. He already had a plan for Cason, but that was a last resort. He wanted to see if he could make you forget all about that frat boy all on his own. He wanted to make you see him the way he sees you. He saw you as this beautiful girl with a big heart. You had this glow about you every time he saw you. He loved your smile, your laugh, and so much more. He couldn’t get enough of you.
That was his problem: he literally couldn’t get enough of you. What started out as a small crush became something much more. He lingered around you, followed you when you didn’t notice. He took pictures of you on his camera that he kept in his room. He hid the photos inside a little album, which he would look at almost every night. If he could find the perfect spot to take photos of you in your dorm, he would’ve found it by now. It drove him insane, the thought of being able to snap photos of you in your room.
Maybe you could be sitting on your bed, looking at something on your phone. Maybe you could reading a book or doing homework. Maybe you could be sleeping with your fairy lights on that you talked about with him. Maybe you could be changing your clothes, or just wearing none. Maybe you could be touching yourself. He looked at you as you continued to talk. Do you do that, sweet thing? Do you touch yourself? I could show you how if you don’t. I bet I could make you feel good.
He shut down that last thought as he dug into your purse and pulled out your dorm key. He was getting cocky. He was thinking all these obscene things about you, yet he’s still a virgin. He’s never been kissed, never been touched in any sexual way. Pathetic. He watches porn, he watches a lot of it. He should’ve noticed how far gone he was when the girls he’d watch looked like you. Whether they were touching themselves or getting fucked, they somehow shared a resemblance with you.
He couldn’t stop himself from picturing you as the one on the screen. He would imagine how your face would look as he held you on his lap, grinding against him. He would try to imagine how you would sound as he kissed your clit, sucking on it. He thought you would sound beautiful. He wanted to know how you’d sound, how you’d look. He was gonna find out. Not tonight, but another time. You were both drunk. He wanted to really appreciate the moment when you were both sober.
Ethan’s thoughts disappear when you both make it to your door. You dig into your purse to look for your key, struggling to remember which pocket it was in. You knew Anika would be gone all night. She told you before you went to the party that she was going to sleep over at her girlfriend’s. Your phone was blowing up, but you ignored it. You would look at the texts in the morning. After all, nothing serious could’ve happened!
Right?
You let out a sigh of relief when you find it, finally being able to unlock the door. Ethan stood behind you the whole time, looking over your shoulder. You could feel his eyes on you when you took his hand and brought him inside your dorm, shutting the door behind him. You lock it up for the night, and then fumble with your shoes.
“I can do it,” Ethan offers. You nod and mumble an “okay” as he bends down to slip your heels off. You flinch at the feeling of his warm hands; they feel nice. You put your hand on your stomach, still feeling queasy. He puts your heels off to the side and stands up tall again, staring at you. “How’s your stomach feeling?” He asks.
You shake your head. “I think I’m gonna throw up.” You immediately rush to the bathroom, leaving Ethan behind. You couldn’t let him see you like this. You couldn’t let anyone see you like this. You felt so embarrassed as you got on your knees and began to throw up. You hated vomit; you hated the feeling of it down your throat. You hated the taste it left behind in your mouth. You could feel your eyes watering as you hurl, not even hearing the door open.
You feel hands pull your hair back, keeping it out of your face. Ethan didn’t say a word to you. He doesn’t acknowledge the tears, or the vomit, or the sounds you were making. He sits behind you silently and patiently. By the time you were done and flushed it away, you couldn’t look at him. You still felt embarrassed, and also confused. Why would he come in? Why would he sit here with me? He helps you up and closes the toilet for you to sit. He finds some wipes and cleans your makeup off for you, the best he can do at least. “Can I bring you some clothes while you brush your teeth?” He offers you as his hands rub your arms. Your stomach flutters again as you stare at him. He was so close to you, waiting patiently for what you might say.
“Yeah. Sure. Okay.” He smiles softly at you as you speak. He leaves the small room to go look for clothes, and you brush your teeth. You’re so focused on getting the bad breath out that you don’t realize you forgot to tell him which clothes were in which drawer. But Ethan doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all. This gives him an opportunity to see your room, to feel the clothes that you’ve worn in his hands.
He’s been in your room before. You invited him and some other friends over for a study night recently, where you kindly cooked them dinner. Ethan didn’t get to snoop around much, but he did come across your room for a second. He remembered exactly where it was. How could he not? The smell of vanilla lured him in immediately.
He finds your dresser and opens it up the drawers, looking for a new outfit for you. He picks out a grey shirt that looks a little too small, knowing it would make your tits look good. He finds some black sweatpants, assuming you would want to feel warm and comfortable. And then there was the drawer full of underwear and bras. Fuck. The sight of them all made his breath hitch. He puts his hand in the drawer and touched every single piece. You had worn all of those things. They were hiding under your clothes. Has anyone seen them? Has anyone taken them off your body? Could I be the first?
He takes a pair of black underwear in one hand, and takes a pair of white in the other. He shoves the white, lacy one in his back pocket. You probably weren’t gonna get that pair back. You probably wouldn’t even notice.
You hear soft knocking on the bathroom door and open it. Ethan passes you the clothes and says “If you need anything else, I’ll be out here.” You say “thank you” before shutting the door, ready to free yourself from the fairy clothing.
You come out of the bathroom when you’re done and walk into your room, finding Ethan looking at the pictures on your desk. They were of you and your family, all smiles and happiness. Ethan envied that. He missed that, actually. He hadn’t felt that sort of way with his family since—
“You have a nice smile.” Your compliment pulls him out of his journey down memory lane. He looks at you with a blushed expression. “Really?”
“Mhm. It’s cute, just like the rest of your face.” You say it so nonchalantly, yet Ethan looks as if he’s about to pass out. You unmake your bed and grab one of the pillows and blankets for him. “Are you alright with sleeping on the floor?”
“I could sleep on the couch if you want some space.” You shake your head. “I’d feel better if you were in here with me.” And I’d feel better if I were inside you right now, but that’s pushing it. Ethan nods and takes off the cardboard pieces of his costume, along with Anika’s hat. He sets his stuff off to the side as you turn the fairy lights on and flip the room switch off. You get comfortable in your bed and watch him lie down on the floor. You bite your cheek, feeling sort of guilty. You want him in your room, but you know it must be uncomfortable on the wooden floor. But you couldn’t possibly invite him into your bed. That could make him feel uncomfortable. But you didn’t know how badly he was craving you.
You both said your good nights to each other and rolled onto your sides, backs facing each other. Ethan couldn’t sleep, while you passed out right away. He was texting his sister, getting updates about the murders she committed. Two boys, college students. They were impersonating Ghostface, psychotic fanatics. They killed a professor, who did nothing but give them a bad grade. Pussies.
Where did you go? I didn’t see you with the group when I was patrolling. -sis
I’m at Y/N’s. I’ll be staying the night. -Ethan
Are you adding another photo to your collection tonight? -sis
Ethan rolls his eyes.
I fucking hate you. -Ethan
It’s not my fault you didn’t close your door while you were having your special alone time! -sis
You’re lucky it was me instead of dad to find out about your little doll you’ve been playing with. -sis
Don’t call her that. -Ethan
Just calling it as I see it, little brother. Sleep well, perv ;) -sis
Ethan puts his phone down and sighs. You weren’t a little plaything to him. You weren’t some doll he could throw around. You were more than that. He hears you shifting under your covers. He quietly gets up and walks over to your bed, watching you sleep.
Your chest rose with every breath. Your shirt had the Blackmore mascot on it, right on the middle of your shirt. Your nipples poked through the fabric, beckoning to Ethan. He wanted to touch them. He wanted grab your tits, kiss them, feel them against his face. Your thighs looked smooth. Do they feel smooth?
“Ethan..” you murmured in your sleep. Your voice sounds sleepy, and your eyes are still shut. You’re dreaming; you’re calling out to him. He wishes he had his camera right now; he would snap a picture of you. He looks around the room and imagines all the perfect spots he could hide a camera. He could steal one from his dad, one that could record you in your room. He could connect it to his computer, watch you when he can’t be with you.
That will be his task tomorrow. Tonight, he will let you sleep. He would let you dream of him.
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HIHI!! thinking abt how rin itoshi’s mom would try to set him up with someone and he agrees to it for her to stop going on abt it and him realising the person isn’t that bad after all need ur thoughts on this Please 🙏
☆ ONE MORE DATE.
Rin Itoshi is set up by his mother on a date with a person she met while she shopped. He isn't a big fan of this... or is he? CONTAINS TINY SPOILERS FOR THE NEO EGOIST LEAGUE (TEAMS).
CW: Rin Itoshi being Rin Itoshi (sigh), 1.2 k word vomit. this was supposed to be a set of hcs but shit happened i'm sorry i hope this is decent.
Paris X Gen players are given two weeks off, so where does the great RIN ITOSHI go? Home. He's worth a lot, yes, but after calculating expenses and where they need to go, he is not left with what he considers much to invest in a home. Yet.
So, he returns home, to his parents. He isn't ashamed of it, nor is he uncomfortable. Sae isn't staying with them, so that brings relief to him. His relationship with his parents is not as bad; they have dinner together and can sometimes hold a normal conversation. His parents don't pester him unless they really need to. He cooks and cleans for himself. He's self-sufficient.
Rin's mother thinks she needs to act now. Her son is quickly making himself known around the world, especially with Blue Lock TV. She's running out of time before her son is fully immersed in the world of fame. But she isn't specifically worried about him, she's worried about his love life.
Rin Itoshi is not known for his warmth, or his friendliness. His mother is well aware of how his son acts and feels. Yet, there lies hope within her, especially with the cute person she met while she went shopping: YN LN.
She accidentally drops her box of green tea she's buying for Rin, and as you help her pick up her stuff, she thanks you. You and her talk for a bit, bonding over cooking. She asks for your name and age, immediately pulling up pictures of her son, who is conveniently around your age. He is also, conveniently attractive.
So she asks for your number, you already know where this is going. She begs you to go out with him. Just one date. She's worried about him, and his lack of interactions with others. Somehow, she knows that her matchmaking will be a success this time.
Yes, she had tried this multiple times. Even when Rin was younger, she had tried setting him up with potential friends (or partners), but it never seemed to work as Rin shooed them away. She hopes that Rin has 'matured', and is open to one more date.
When she gets home, Rin is already making dinner. It's a small act of gratitude from his part, as he never verbally thanked his parents for letting him stay with them. His mom offers to help, using this opportunity to tell him about her day and about the wonderful person she had met. Rin rolls his eyes as he knows that he is going to be set up again. In his mind, he's already thinking about looking for a place to stay that isn't his home. That would mean he'd have to cut his soccer expenses in half, which he wasn't happy with.
His mom spends the entire night pestering him about this date, and he begrudgingly agrees. It's just to shut his mother up. Dates last about an hour, and who says he needs to listen to what the person is saying? He could be there and have his mind map out his next exercising regimen, for all he cares.
The day comes. You sit down in a small cafe, waiting for the woman's son to show up. A handsome, tall man dressed in a turquoise sweater and black pants comes in, seemingly looking for someone. His eyes meet yours as he slowly approaches your table. "You YN?" is what he asks.
You nod as he sits down, picking up the menu from the table. He looks at you one more time. You look... normal. Like a pest. But.. like.. a pretty pest. An attractive pest. Fuck pests, you're just a good looking person. He's grateful of the menu he grabbed, as it covers his pink cheeks. God damn his mother. God damn it all.
"So, um, you like football?" you ask. He narrows his eyes in annoyance as he replies, "I play football."
Rin's mom made sure to warn you about his attitude, but she also told you about his interests, and it turns out you and him have a lot in common. "I like football, I was taught how to play when I was a child" you say, watching as he motions for you to continue.
"I've gotten rusty from lack of practice, though."
Lukewarm, he thinks, there's clearly no passion. He wouldn't let you skip practice, and would turn you into something better. He'd plan a schedule, select meals for the week, and—
He would what?
Fuck no. There's no time for that. Why is he thinking about you? You're nothing more than lukewarm. But he can't let it show. He has disappointed his mom so many times, he sometimes worries that he might get kicked out of her house. Still, only a few more days until he returns to Blue Lock. He's considering cutting his football expenses down and staying in a hotel for a few days. It can't hurt his wallet that much.
"Uh... do you like horror movies?" he asks.
"I can handle some of them" you reply. His eyes gleam with interest as he watches you talk about how some movies look extremely fake which makes them funny. Someone needs to help Rin, because he fears that with his sweater, and how cute you look when talking about his interest, he will faint from how hot he feels.
Was his mother right? Hell no. He's not going to give her the satisfaction. Not yet at least. Just because you share some of his interest doesn't mean he's immediately falling for you. God no. There's still one more test to be done, and a part of him was scared.
Scared of what? Disappointment. He has known you for around ten minutes, and according to him, things are going fine. He has answered your question, and has asked you one in return. Is that not how conversations work? He wonders why he feels so conflicted. You seem like a nice person, and you're putting some effort into this date. Should he put in more effort? Why is this hard? Why the hell is he thinking like this?
"What do you think of Sae Itoshi?"
That's the effort he puts in? Asking of Sae? You furrow your brows in confusion.
"Who?"
Rin Itoshi is certain that you're an angel sent from above.
His interest in you spikes up as he changes the subject, asking if you're ready to order. After a waiter comes and takes the order, you and him continue getting to know each other. He tells you about Blue Lock, and how he's currently in his week off. In exchange you talk about your lifestyle, and he makes sure to listen closely. Small talk is odd, because it's Rin. It's his first time making an effort when talking to a possible romantic partner. You understand that, though, and appreciate his efforts.
He doesn't know how to ask for another date. He's asking himself why he wants another date in the first place; he's returning to Blue Lock in just a few days. He recognizes that you make him feel... at ease. And maybe, just maybe, he would like for that sense of peacefulness to become part of his daily routine.
When the date ends (he was the one to pay), he grabs your wrist as you stand from your seat. He takes out his phone, opening the contacts app and handing it over to you. You put your number on his phone, saying your goodbyes.
Later that evening, you get a text.
(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Hey, it's Rin.
(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Can we have one more date?
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SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR VINGETTE #2 dad!Joelxf!Reader
Rating: 18+ (explicit, mdni)
Words: 4.7k
Summary: When you send Joel a dirty picture during work one day you don't forsee it changing your entire future for the better.
Tags: established relationship (married), dirty talk, public sex, masturbation (m), office sex, breeding kink if ya squint, wife/husband talk, pregnancy talk, caught, fluff and smut.
a/n: While this is from the STFF universe, it could read as a stand alone with you and Joel in an established relationship!
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Done as a request from two amazing readers who requested STFF vignettes of:
Also maybe some joel x mc stuff bc girlll 👀🥵
The “fuck me pregnant” smut. 👀
You know who you are ;-p
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Joel doesn't text.
He hates the too small screen and how his big thumbs hit all the wrong buttons. He dislikes that he has to use his glasses to read the ones you send. He hates that at eight years old Sarah is already more adept to technology than him.
So when the first few texts come through to your phone you're genuinely confused.
Joel [11:12am]
Wish you w uhere hhere with me
[11:12am]
Did someone steal this phone?
Joel [11:13am]
what?
[11:13am]
My husband doesn't text. :-p
Joel [11:14 am]
What ttyhe fuck is :-p
[11:14 am]
Tilt your phone.
A pause. Then.
Joel [11:19am]
Jesus waas trying to be romantic and your sticking yourr tongue outt at me
You panic.
[11:19am]
No, I liked it! I was just being funny!
[11:19am]
I love that you're texting me!
[11:20am]
I was just kidding!
A longer pause, one in which you can imagine Joel sitting in his work truck, smirking down at his phone, fingers going over the buttons hitting wrong ones along the way.
Joel [11:19am]
I knoww hoynhey I was ttoo
It's sweet actually, the way he tries so hard. You know texting isn't his thing, technology in general really isn't. But he's trying because he knows you*** like it. When you show him something funny Maria sent you via text or when you're pensive, hunched over your phone on the sofa, typing something over to Alex about work.
It makes you feel soft for him, your body warm.
[11:20am]
I miss you too baby.
Joel [11:21am]
Wish I could seedh you right now
His words are simple but they pack a punch. You wish you could see him right now too. In fact you wish every day was just like the weekend. The three of you in this perfect, happy bubble of comfort and laughter and love. It feels so good.
You've been really busy at work lately, long hours. You wonder if this is what Joel is picking up on. This distance. The thought breaks your heart.
You've also been talking about having a baby. A big step. Joel is so eager, so excited to create life with you. But you? You're terrified. You had a horrible fucking childhood. You're scared of what that could mean for your parenting.
You look at your wedding ring set, twisting it and smiling softly.
The thing is, even if you were the worst parent Joel would be there to help. Joel is the most wonderful parent in the world. He patiently helps Sarah with her homework, he's impossibly kind to her even when she's defiant, he lets her put all manner of bow and glitter and product in his hair as she practices the latest hairstyles she's seen. He's a wonderful father. He's a wonderful husband. He's just... So fucking wonderful.
You take a moment to consider Joel's message, then turn your phone to take a selfie to send to Joel. You're smiling at your desk and on impulse give a peace sign. The door to your office opens and Alex walks through with paperwork just as you snap the photo.
"Tell me you're not sending that to Joel," Alex says and you lower your hand frowning at her.
"Why? Last time I checked he liked my face."
Alex rolls her eyes dramatically, heaving the file of rescue records onto your desk.
"I'm gay and even I know a guy doesn't want a cheesy smiling photo from his wife." She gives you a knowing look.
"Huh?"
"He wants something. . . Special."
When you continue to look confused she raises her eyebrows. "A photo you wouldn't send to anyone else if you catch my drift ..."
Oh.
You laugh breathily, your face going red at the insinuation. You mumble something about getting back to the funders and Alex stops at the doorway.
"I'm heading for lunch with Tosin," she tells you, suddenly all business. "I don't know if you remembered."
"I did," you nod motioning out the door. "I left the speaking points by the front door."
"Amazing, I'll debrief when I get back."
Alex leaves, closing the door behind her, leaving you to stare down at your phone to see the grainy photo of you smiling flashing a peace sign and you wince. Is Alex right? It does look kinda immature.
You delete it.
You glance up to see your door closed and take a moment to consider. You take the phone in your hand again, thrusting it under your blouse and pulling back the cups of your bra.
"Can't believe I'm doing this," you murmur to yourself, even though there's a part of you that finds this all a bit exciting. You press the button and feel a thrill go through you.
You pull the camera out of your shirt, peering into the phones display. You frown when it comes out blurry with what you think is your nipple in the corner.
Fuck.
No it's too... In your face. No mystery. You'll go a different route. You tug open your first few buttons at the collar of your shirt, until the lace of your bra is seen. You bend forward, allowing the camera to capture your winking face and generous show of cleavage.
You hook your finger into the lace of your bra, suggesting more but showing just the skin. You tilt your head so your neck looks long and delicate.
You snap a few photos until you find one you that you like; the one where you look playful and sexy and you attach it to the message.
[11:33am]
Hopefully this tides you over. Xoxo
The photo is sent and you feel your body tingle as you imagine Joel innocently checking his phone for a text only to find that image waiting for him. You put your phone back down on your desk, eyes drifting to your computer.
Suddenly you freeze.
Wait what if he answers his phone while he's at the job site with a bunch of others? What if someone else sees? Oh fuck, what if Tommy sees?! You'll never be able to look him in the face again!
Before you can throw yourself into a full blown fit of pique the alert comes through on your phone that you have another message.
You flip the phone open to his message of just one word.
Joel [11:34am]
More.
A thrill goes through you at the thought of Joel in his truck or at the job site turned on because of that photo. It makes your thighs clamp together as you imagine him looking at the photo, his eyes wide, his pouty mouth parted.
You stand and lock the door to your office. You glance at your watch, thankful that Alex should be gone for a while.
You don't reply right away because your trembling fingers unbutton the rest of your blouse. You'll send him a little striptease you think.
You receive another text from him as you reach the bottom button.
Joel [11:35am]
??
You laugh out loud at his impatience, typing hurriedly back.
[11:35am]
Be patient.
Your shirt is unbuttoned to your bellybutton and your bra is pulled down to show a peek of your nipple. Your finger grazes the bra cup, tugging. You snap this picture and send it off. The reply is immediate.
Joel [11:36am]
Youu look so good bby
You can imagine how Joel says it, voice all low and syrupy. Fuck you're turned on.
You fumble with the hem of your skirt tugging it down until the band of your panties is showing. You slip a hand underneath and raise the camera again.
Your neck is tilted back and you let the camera capture your lower lip full as you bite it. You send it off, pulse pounding.
Joel [11:38am]
Fuckd oplease morrhee.
Joel can barely function. All the blood has gone to his cock. When he receives another image seconds later, this one of your hands between your legs, head tilted back and your eyes heavy lidded in pleasure he can't take any more. He fumbles the numbers on his phone, holding the cell to his ear.
"Hello?"
"You know what you're doin' to me?"
His voice is low and husky and you're loving that twang of his that comes out sometimes.
"No idea," you smile. "I'm just here working away."
"Makin' me hard, baby," Joel groans. "Had to go to my truck so no one would see."
The smile dies from your face, replaced with a mask of surprise as Joel's words register with you. This is followed quickly by desire.
"You touching yourself, Miller?"
Joel gives a shaky laugh. "No."
You swallow, your face burning with shame and lust. "Would you?"
Joel takes a quick glance around his work site. He's pretty far away from everything having parked in the back lot. But there's always a chance of someone walking by.
"Here in my truck? Right now?"
"Yeah," you offer swallowing. "I.. if you want I'd... Yeah."
Joel can hear it, the breathless catch in your voice. That little hitch that happens when you're turned on. You know he hears it because you can practically hear him smile over the phone.
"I gotta go park somewhere more quiet."
"No," you breathe heavily. "Do it there."
"One of the guys might see."
You don't speak but he hears the way your breathing increases in speed. He feels his pants grow uncomfortably tight now, desperate for you to be there in the truck with him right now. Desperate to see that unfocused look you get when you're turned on.
"Exhibitionist are we?" Joel teases. "You like that I might be caught?"
"I... I guess so," you say surprising yourself. "Yeah."
"How're they gonna look me in the eye if they catch me jerking off in my truck?"
You laugh at this, but only to break the tension. It's a breathless thing.
"Don't get caught."
You wonder if Joel thinks you're depraved for this. In all honesty you'd never thought something like this could be hot. But right now you're turned on out of your mind. Imagining Joel hard for just a photo of you, hearing his breathing grow unsteady.
Joel as always though, knows you so well.
"Making you wet knowing you got me here in my truck all desperate?" Joel asks, and his voice is pitched low.
You let out a soft whine, your hand tightening around the phone receiver.
"Squirming there at your desk knowing I'm palming myself through my jeans right now?" You hear Joel give a soft shudder. "You like knowing that you do this to me, honey?"
"Jesus ... Yeah."
He lets out a dark, smooth chuckle. The kind he presses against the hollow of your throat when you're in bed together.
"And what are you gonna do for me?"
"Anything you want," you say earnestly. "The second I see you. Anything you want."
"S' that a promise?"
"Of course."
"Alright then," Joel says, leaning back a bit on the bench seat of his truck, his eyes scanning to make sure he's still alone. "You tell me what you want."
You pause. It's one thing to say things when you're together in bed, sweaty bodies writhing against one another. It's quite another midday over the phone.
"Gotta hear you ask for it," Joel teases huskily. "Then I'm happy to give it to you."
You can hear his belt buckle and zipper over the phone and desire pools in your belly. He's really doing this.
"Want you to make yourself come," you say just above a whisper, blushing all the way to your roots, "while you're thinking about me."
"I'm always thinkin' about you," Joel assures you with a groan. And you can hear the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh as he begins to stroke himself.
"Yeah?" You say, swallowing. "What do you think about?"
"How you look at me when I'm between your legs."
Joel is blunt. He always has been. It's what you love about him and in this moment it turns you on so much your mouth goes dry.
"Remember our honeymoon?" He groans, hand moving jerkily over his cock. "That night in Santorini?"
Fuck yeah you do.
You listen through the phone, eyes shut as Joel groans huskily into the receiver. His breathing is heavy, and you can tell he's got his teeth clenched. You hold yourself still, not wanting to miss a single fucking sound.
"You still there?" Joel's voice is thick and rasping. The tone makes your thighs press together under the desk.
"Uh huh," you pant. "Please don't stop."
"You really like this," Joel says and you can almost hear the curl in his smile. "I'll have to remember that."
You can hear the movements of his hand increasing; can picture him in his truck jerking himself off with one hand, the other holding his cell to his ear. Why is that the sexiest thing you can imagine?
What was he wearing this morning again? Oh fuck, that's right. That green plaid flannel, the one that he rolls up so it shows off his thick forearms. This inserts itself into your fantasy and you physically feel your panties dampen.
"You got me so fuckin' hard, baby," Joel grunts out, his voice hitching with each swipe of his palm over the head of his member. "Love knowing you're sitting there turned on outta your mind."
"I am," you whimper. "Fuck, I really am, Joel."
Your legs cross under the table and you squeeze them. Pleasure shoots up your core. You let out a trembling whine at the sensation.
"Love those ... Mmmph....sounds," Joel grunts into the receiver, imagining you there with your mouth parted. "Gettin' close-"
You've started rocking in your seat as you imagine it.
"Want you here, your mouth-"
And then abruptly you hear Joel's breath catch, hear the rustling of his body on his truck.
"I gotta go baby."
Before you can deny this interruption the line goes dead. Your legs cross, squeezing, desperate.
Fuck.
Your phone alerts you to a text coming in.
Joel
[11:48am]
Sorry bby. Tommy was commhing over.
Disappointment doesn't touch on how you're feeling right now.
You go back to your paperwork, deciding that you'll pick up things later when something occurs to you.
You bunch your skirt up to your waist and with a smirk you raise the camera to snap a photo of your legs spread with your damp panties on display. You giggle and send it off with: You owe me. Xo
You smooth down your skirt and re-button your shirt, looking presentable. You stand on shaking legs and unlock your office door, opening it.
You go back to the funding report you have to fill in, your mind turning back to the sanctuary and the animal adoption reports.
An hour or so later the main door to the office opens and you go to ask Alex how the meeting went when two familiar brown eyes come into view and your husband streaks towards your office.
"Joel?"
His eyes are blazing. He comes into your office, closing the door behind him. You stand at his approach, coming to rest your hip against your desk, pulling him into your arms.
He's wearing that green flannel and he smells like the outdoors, fresh and clean. You bury your nose in his neck inhaling.
"Didn't get to finish our conversation," Joel murmurs against the top of your head. “Got your text and saw you needed me."
"Needed you?" You tease, cocking your head to the side, looking up at his face. "Whatever for?"
He gives a wry grin before sliding his wide palm between your legs, pressing over pressing over your clothed sex and rubbing gently.
"This."
He smirks down at you, dark eyes on your lips. You kiss him fiercely, hands digging into the flesh of his neck, urging his mouth tighter against yours. His tongue slips between your lips and you moan against that deft muscle.
"Couldn't leave you wet and waitin'," Joel murmurs as he plants kisses along your jaw.
"Joel we can't do this here," you say amused and turned on. "Alex could be back any second."
"You promised me," Joel says, hands on your hips. "Anythin’ I want the second I see you, remember?"
You give him a crooked grin because really, you can't deny him. You don't want to.
He urges your bottom back onto the desk as your hands reach for his belt. You both move quickly, aware that time is of the essence.
His wide hands tug your panties off without hesitation and within seconds he's inside you, bracing the two of you against the desk. Your arms are around his neck for purchase, his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you.
"So wet for me," Joel groans in your ear as you bounce against him. The desk creaks with every thrust.
"Always," you groan honestly.
"Could barely drive here straight. All I could think about was..." Joel lets out a shuddering groan. "Fucking you right here on your desk. Watching you come for me."
You can barely form words. All you can do is hold tightly around his neck as he fucks into you, groaning and grunting beautiful, filthy things. His thumb finds your clit and begins circling as he slows the movements of his hips.
Joel never lets himself come before you do. Not unless you expressly insist on it. He's working you slowly, his eyes heavy and fixed on your expressive face. You allow him to unbutton and strip your shirt from you, leaving you in just your skirt and bra, body tilted against his as you groan.
"Lean back baby," he urges. "Lemme see you."
You comply without hesitation, shoving your papers to the ground as you rest your spine along the desk. You don't care about funding proposals right now. All you care about is Joel and the beautifully slow way he's touching you.
Joel watches you laying there for him, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy. He's never seen anything so fucking sexy. And you’re his.
Waking up to you, going to sleep with your arm around his waist, seeing you with Sarah, talking about your day, watching movies as a family, going to the zoo. Every day since you've moved in has been bliss (aside from the odd argument because well, you're both human). He's so ridiculously in love with you. He wants to give you everything.
And the fact that you want him as much as he wants you sometimes seems like a dream. One he never wants to wake from. You tell him every day you love him. That you love Sarah. You want to hear about their days, you want to be around them all the time. The way that unlike with Paul, you showed off your engagement ring every chance you could the second it was placed on your finger.
He thinks about your wedding day, the way you'd looked coming down the aisle to him, how your lips felt when he kissed you for the first time as your husband. The way you call yourself his wife with pride to anyone who will listen.
And now you're here, his wife, laying against the desk as he thrusts into you, begging him for more looking so fucking gorgeous. He'll give you more. He'll give you anything, everything.* He wants to make life with you. Wants your belly swollen and everyone knowing that you're his. Wants to pick out baby names and do lamaze classes and watch you carry something you both created inside you.
He knows you're not certain, knows that you're hesitant and he'd never force you. Knows that despite being off birth control you're still wanting him to use condoms. And he does without fuss. He will as long as you need him to.
If you never want to get pregnant he doesn't mind. He got you and Sarah and that's all he needs. Another baby would be a joyful addition, but not necessary for his happiness.
You're breathing quickly, chest heaving. You don't object when Joel begins tugging down your bra until your breasts are exposed to him. Joel makes a soft strangled noise in the back of his throat as they jolt and ripple under his thrusts.
"How're you so goddam perfect?"
You grin up at him, your voice breathless. "Was gonna a-ask you the same thing, Miller."
You moan when his full mouth finds an exposed nipple, sucking and licking while he worries the other between his fingers. When he gently nibbles there you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Joel thrusts between your legs slowly, filling you and with his mouth around your nipple he watches with saddled brows as your eyes roll back in your head.
"So fucking gorgeous."
You're only able to whimper for him, thighs spreading further as he moves himself deeper between your legs. Your ankles cross behind him and he pulls back, his thumb once more against your clit. He can feel that you're close, your hips rutting more aggressively.
"So good," you whimper up at him as the pleasure reaches that apex of pleasure. "You feel so f-fucking good, Joel."
He's curves over you, one hand on your hip, the other between your legs as his thumb works against you. He's looking at you with a look of such love that it takes your breath away. And he's all yours. This is your man. Your husband. Tears prick the corners of your eyes before pleasure between your thighs overtakes you. Your head tilts back.
"Gonna come for me, honey?"
You nod, overcome emotionally and now physically as your orgasm rushes through you. You arch back against the desk and Joel watches as your naked breasts tilt to the ceiling as you tighten around him.
"There she goes," Joel says approvingly, his thumb not ceasing its movements as you crest for him. He feels you flutter around him and he groans as he throbs within you.
"So good, baby."
You preen under the praise and you begin to come down, your eyes so heavy lidded Joel muses that you look asleep.
"Joel," you whine, hands reaching for him. "Please."
He gives you an indulgent grin, leaning over to kiss you. He gives a little grunt when you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. You pull back when his hips stay stationary.
"I didn't bring a condom," he confesses. "Thought I had one in the truck. Guess we'll have to finish this up at home tonight."
"But-" you're leaning up on your elbows, watching as Joel smiles lovingly down at you. "But you came here?"
"'Course," Joel says with a small smile, starting to pull back from between your thighs. "Needed to make sure my wife wasn't aching for me all day."
You feel everything in your body attuned to him. Seeing no guile, no resentment there in his deep brown eyes. He really just came to make you feel good with no expectation of his own pleasure. And that's what seals it, though you'd known it all along. You tugg off your bra and shirt completely, your eyes trained on his.
"Want you to come," you say, your eyes trained on his. "Don't care about a condom."
You stand shakily, pressing him to sit in the chair behind your desk. Joel assumes that you're talking about a blow job, so he's confused when you throw a leg over his lap, perching there.
"Honey do you know what you're saying," Joel says when you begin to lower yourself over his hips. "We've talked and-"
"I know what I'm saying and doing," you tell him, pulling him back out of his jeans hurriedly. "And I'm asking you to fuck me bare."
Joel's dark eyes blow wide and you can see the pupil rapidly expand. Desire courses through him and you watch as his cock still glossy and semi hard stiffens sharply to full attention.
"If you want to," you add, hand gently stroking him, feeling him throb under your palm.
He doesn't let you finish. His hands cup your face in his large palms as he kisses you gently, licking into your mouth as you begin to lower yourself onto his thick length.
"Are you sure?"
You whimper, body jerking as you take all of him from this angle, stretching and watching as Joel's head tips back, eyes still peering out at you.
"Very," you promise him as his wide hands skate down your spine. "I love you so much, Joel."
"I love you too, baby," Joel says earnestly. "But if you think you need to do this for me-"
"I don't," you explain, and you let yourself surrender to the building pleasure. "I want this Joel. Wanna carry your baby."
Joel moans, brows saddling and you feel him start to thrust up into you, not holding back.
"Does that turn you on?" You ask, amused that you've both discovered something new about each other today.
"Yeah," Joel admits with a shy grin up at you.
"I'll have to remember that," you tease before you feel him thrust up into you and a stripe of white hot pleasure goes up your core.
Joel's arms hold you tightly to his chest, pinning you around the waist as your head falls to his shoulder.
You two thrust against one another in the silence of your office, the only sound the traffic outside, your combined groans and the wet sounds of flesh as Joel drives himself up into you.
Your body is naked save for the skirt you wear, like some daydream of his come to life.
He slips his hand beneath your skirt and builds the pleasure there, fingers on the pearl of your clit as you ride him. His head is tilted back so he can watch your face, the way your head lolls back when he hits a really good spot, the way you whine a little when you're getting close.
"Gonna come," you slur out, already on the precipice of another orgasm.
"Fuck yeah you are," Joel says through grunts, watching your body jerk against his deepening thrusts.
You let out little whines as you chase your pleasure, your hands on his shoulders for purchase as you slide yourself along him. He feels so fucking good.
"Doing so good baby," Joel says gently, stroking your hair back from your face as he bucks under you. He looks to where your bodies join, seeing the glossy curve of your inner thighs. "Keep going, keep going."
You do, you slide along his length as Joel's arms wrap around you, rocking into you groaning about how much he needs you, how much he loves you and you melt against him.
You come with a shiver, body arching against his as he watches you, marveling at how gorgeous you look like that.
Then your mouth finds his and you take him deeper, feeling his cock nudge your cervix. You hear your husband groaning, his damp mouth warm on your neck.
"Come on, Joel," You whisper breathlessly against the shell of his ear, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. "Fuck me pregnant."
"Fuck yeah, honey, I will," Joel begins to babble against your neck, his hips setting a brutal pace as you cling to him. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you a baby, everyone's gonna know you're mine and-"
Joel lets out a strangled cry as he releases, you feel him pulsing inside you, holding you tightly to him as he empties himself into you. Your entire body quivers as Joel comes, his body tightening and then slowly loosening, going boneless against you.
You both breath heavily, foreheads pressed tightly against one another before Joel plants a soft kiss on your neck, your jaw and finally your waiting lips. The two of you gaze at one another before giggling gently.
"I'm texting more often."
Still panting and giggling in the afterglow neither of you hear when Alex returns to the office.
"Hey so lunch-"
Joel wraps his arms around you, shielding your bared chest from your co-worker as she opens the door and walks into your office.
Alex takes in the scene, you shirtless on Joel's lap as he sits behind the desk. Both of you red-faced and looking guiltily at her.
With her hand still on the doorknob Alex backs out of the room, closing the door, but not before adding a very smug:
"Glad my advice worked."
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Fuck it, here's an Agent Mega dissertation
Alright since I have such elaborate headcanon for my beloved precious Owen Carvour, I guess I should do it for Agent Curt Mega too. Sigh.
So, going off of the last big one, if Owen is born in 1928, then I'm gonna say Curt was born in 1930. I'm forever won to the Texan agent mega headcanon, but I think it's safe to say that Mrs. Mega is not from Texas, probably more like New York or I've seen people say New Jersey.
We know nothing about Agent Mega's dad, but I imagine he was kind of a loser and low level con artist and moved his pregnant wife down to Texas to do scams around the bustling oil industry, and then soon after Curt was born a scam collapsed and he ran off. It's either that or an Aladdin 3 situation where he was secretly a spy the whole time and had to go into hiding.
So we've got mama Mega, raising a VERY hyperactive (read: ADHD) little boy on her own, in a place where she doesn't have any support, and he just becomes her entire world. But she has to work a lot, so Curt becomes used to taking care of himself, and most importantly- keeping himself busy so he doesn't lose it.
In this headcanon Curt would only be 15 when WWII ends- not old enough to fight, but definitely old enough to have personally known a lot of kids from his hometown who come home in caskets. I just truly think of WWII as a formative experience for both these guys. For Curt it just feeds into that inferiority complex.
Now anybody who has ADHD knows that you already spend a lot of your life feeling inadequate, feeling self-conscious about not being able to be the person other people want you to be (*especially* if you're queer). You get defensive, especially when criticized. You also get restless.
I headcanon Curt as growing up in Abilene, Texas, mostly because I have a friend who grew up there and I've visited and the vibe is right.
I don't know if anybody has ever seen The Last Picture Show, but its a film set in small town Texas in 1951-1952 (so a little late for our timeline but still) and it's (more or less) about two high school seniors essentially trying to escape this suffocatingly small, dying town before they become doomed to spend their lives trapped there.
That's definitely what I think about Agent Mega too- this gay, ADHD teenage boy climbing the walls of this little town, never being able to fully be himself. But he's got a lot of energy (and more than a little anger) to burn off, so he does sports. It's Texas, so football for sure. Maybe wrestling too. Perhaps wrestling is even where he has his gay come to jesus moment.
And when he isn't doing sports, he's home, alone (mama Mega is working so hard), out back drinking a beer (or two, or three) and teaching himself how to shoot. I think he becomes hyperfixated on becoming an expert marksman, because with all of this shit he cannot control, all the stuff he is supposed to be but isn't, this is one area where it feels like he has the power here.
What starts off as "kid drinking beer to feel cool and rebellious" starts to morph into a lifetime dependence on alcohol. Substance use is a big issue for a lot of ADHDers for the same reason I think it would be for Curt- it calms him down. It eases that constant restlessness in his bones. It softens the edges of other people's criticisms of him. It makes him care a bit less what others think about him.
In a vicious cycle, he drinks to avoid feeling those big feelings (especially as a man, especially as a gay man, especially as a gay man in Texas), but the drinking leads to more criticism, which leads to more drinking to numb the emotional response to that criticism.
But his hyperfixation on learning to shoot pays off. Let's say he becomes a junior state champion trapshooter (did I look up trapshooting competitions from the 1940s? yes I did). He's good, especially when he hits the sweet spot of drinking just enough to calm his ass down but not so much that he's useless. Maybe this is how he comes to the attention of the A.S.S.
And he fully believes that these skills he cultivated, the ability to hit hard and run fast and shoot accurately, his ability to escape when it doesn't feel remotely possible, is why many years later he just kinda rolls his eyes at Owen for insisting that they do things carefully and methodically. Careful didn't get him out of small town Texas. Careful didn't get him the exciting non-stop life he has now, a life where he *almost* gets to be himself a lot of the time.
When Owen "dies," and its Curt's fault, he naturally turns to drinking to numb that pain. But its a lot of pain, so it takes a lot of alcohol to kill it.
I'm sure I could go on, but as always I have rambled a lot here so I'm just gonna leave it.
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I come to your aid, my dear writer!
an idea would be an adhd!gn!reader that always manages to survive, but no one understands how.
they get distracted easily, can't concentrate for too long when someone is explaining the plan, and start wandering off to explore, etc.
everyone think they survive only thanks to the rest of the group
but chishiya is the only one who sees the truth (reader finds important clues at early stages of the game while wandering off, they try to explain what they believe is the right answer (normally being the right answer) but no one manages to understand what they mean because reader doesn't explain their full thought process or forgets to add context, asking simple questions out of curiosity and sometimes helping the group realise stuff, their previous fixations on random hobbies being useful, etc)
also, the reader is usually calm and unbothered about the situation, always in a good mood
people underestimate them a lot
gn reader with adhd x Alice In Borderland
It was time to play another game, you had only two days left on your visa which left you with no other choice. Hatter teamed you up with Kuina and Chishiya, something that made you feel safer. You drove to the location of your assigned game, a mansion in the Aoyama area, one of the wealthiest in Tokyo. You enter the entrance hall and each grab a phone off the table. In the room are two other players waiting for the game to start. A man fitting the aesthetic of the area, wearing an expensive watch and an even more expensive-looking suit is tapping his foot impatiently on the marble floor. And a posh older woman who could easily be your grandmother, fidgeting with her pearl necklace.
Chishiya immediately starts analyzing the people and the room while Kuina greets the other players. The registration closes and an arrow appears pointing to an opening door, everyone hurries inside and the door closes behind you. On your phones appear the ace of clubs and a voice starts explaining the rules. “Game: escape room. Find clues and get out of the room in time.” You laugh “An ace? We’re definitely gonna ace this” you look at your friends to see if they got your joke, Chishiya rolls his eyes while Kuina snorts. They got used to your humor by now but you never skip the opportunity to make a cheesy joke to lighten the mood.
“Thirty minutes left.” You look up at Chishiya as he begins speaking: “Okay, the room is big so let’s split up to cover the ground faster. Share everything…” You look around the room as your attention is pulled to a big bookcase. You tilt your head to read the titles. “I loved this book, ooh, Kuina you will really like this one!” “... and lastly we need a code to open that door.” Chishiya ends his little instruction talk. Everyone splits up to look for clues, the room is basically a large living room. Decorated with lavish couches and baroque art. After scanning the shelf with books you notice an aquarium with a small turtle. You smile as you watch it move, becoming hypnotized by the cute animal.
Meanwhile, the others were searching frantically for the key that would open a box. You got taken out of your trance when someone yanked you backward. “Search the fucking key you idiot” the posh asshole swears as he grips the front of your shirt. Immediately Chishiya and Kuina come to your aid. “Look violence isn’t gonna solve this game, so leave him alone” Kuina speaks. The guy lets go of you and points at the box, “We need a key to open it, search for it.“ You take it from Chishiya’s hands and examine it. It’s a wooden box, decorated with flowers, one flower stands out, a carnation. “Hey, Kuina did you know that a green carnation used to be a symbol to show that you were queer. It was popularized by…” You rush to the bookshelf as the others stand in confusion, your fingers trace the names of authors until you find the one you’re looking for: Oscar Wilde. You take it off the shelf and read the title. “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” you exclaim “I loved this book! The way Wilde portrays the dark side of humanity…” “Y/N!” Kuina signals. “Oops sorry. Does anyone have a knife?” “I do” the old woman proclaims while waving her purse in the air. She pulls the knife out of it but hesitates to hand it over. “What are you going to…” Chishiya snatches it from her before she’s able to finish her sentence. “Just trust them.”
He gives you the knife and you walk determined towards the portrait hanging above the fireplace and slash it. Behind the canvas a key appears, you grab it and toss it at Kuina who opens the box. “Ten minutes left.” The box contains a riddle that gets rapidly solved by Chishiya, the riddle leads to another clue. It keeps on going like this and it looks like you were almost there. You slowly gravitate back to the turtle.
“Five minutes left” the voice chimes. Behind you, the others cheer because they found the final code. You join them as Chishiya types it in. The door opens but you were met with another one. A sorrowful sigh left the older lady and the man punches the wall. The door was beautiful, so would have been escaping but you could just as well admire the craftwork that went into making the door. Beautiful curves, leaves, a turtle. A turtle. “One minute left.” You reach for the wooden turtle and start pushing it. It moved. You copy the unusual trail of the actual turtle, which had made you so interested in it in the first place: a triangle.
The door opens and everyone leaps through just in time before the floor collapses. You look at your friends in shock before grinning widely. “I fucking love you y/n” Kuina sighs as she pulls you into a hug, Chishiya pats your back “Well done.”
notes: I hope you enjoyed it! it was fun writing a reader with adhd and putting some of my own special interests in it ;) (queer history)
#alice in borderland x gn reader#gn reader#aib x gn reader#alice in borderland#alice in borderland x reader#kuina x reader#kuina x gn reader#chishiya x reader#chishiya x gn reader#adhd#aib#aib x reader
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Am I the only one who doesn't really like the way they aged up Astrid in the 2nd and 3rd movies??
Like, don't get me wrong, she's still a great character, and she's gorgeous. But I think that last thing might be the problem
They made her appearance too perfect (especially in the 3rd movie). I mean, she always had some of that in her. She's skinny, blond and has blue eyes and a tiny noae. But in the first movie, she's so much more... human
Look at her. Look at her teeth, specifically. They're imperfect, even if they're still white. Her eyes have a little darkness(? surrounding them, tho idk if that's just a stylistic choice or eyebags
Look at the way her face is built too. She has a somewhat big (not actually big, but bigger than it is in the other movies) forehead and you can see that she has freckles in this picture. When she smiles, her upper teeth show. Her face is more like, uh, the bottom of a heart than circle too. Idk how to describe it
Imperfect teeth, reddish face (though that might just be the lighting), dark spots around her face
Now look at her in here. Her teeth are just... perfect. She's perfect. Her forehead is smaller too, and her skin is completely clear and smooth (when you grow up, your face and body changes, I know that. She still does seem like Astrid! But as far as I know, teeth don't completely change shape as you grow up. Unless you pay to change them or something. And I'm pretty sure Vikings didn't have that kind of stuff)
Her face is a lot rounder too
I mean, compare this
To this
There is a big difference
Now, I don't mind the HTTYD 2 model. I actually like it!! It's not that bad, there's just a few changes in the design that I didn't completely like (same with Toothless)
The second movie's Astrid really does feel like Astrid, even though she's changed from the girl she was as a teen. She may not be the child who tackled Hiccup to protect him from Toothless anymore, but she is still Astrid Hofferson, and it shows in both her appearance and manners
But the HTTYD 3 models are just... not it
Perfect teeth, somehow even smoother skin, beautiful soft-looking hair
I'm not a big fan of how the high quality of HTTYD 3 makes the characters look. Honestly I just don't like the third movie at all
(I do like the smile lines, though. I admit they did a pretty good job with that)
And if you thought the second movie made her head a little rounder, then just look at this
She's a fucking square!! She got the Toothless treatment!!!
ANYWAY-- this is just my opinion, so don't come attack me for it. I just don't like those small things from the second movie and everything about the third movie. Fuck the third movie
#they fucked up toothless too#but i'm gonna complain about that in another post#httyd#how to train your dragon#movies#the hidden world#httyd 3 bashing#thw#astrid hofferson#avis' post
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OK IM ANSWERING ASKS!! open for some delightful streamer au headcanons
Anonymous asked:
ohh y'all mentioned how crowley / aziraphale would react to edits and ... oh god the chaos of a media share stream
crowley would ABSOLUTELY be swarmed with simping clips, no matter how good he thinks he is at copyright striking
oh and song requests after singing reveal
oh ANDDD things in French that are just. vile (complementary)
he would probably not do media shares for a looooooong while after that lmao
this has such chat jukebox energy oh my god. i love media streams, they're insanity, which makes them perfect for crowley.
and poor sod, when he finally thinks he's escaped the last of the simp clips, chat starts sending him seemingly "innocuous" songs to play. good old fashioned lover boy. pale blue eyes. a nightingale sang. HMMM there seems to be a theme here........
@genderlessjacky asked:
okay okay "How Long Can We Protect Aziraphale From Dying game" is amazing , love it , no criticisms at all . but what if we go the other way
Aziraphale is a GOD at COD or Halo or whatnot
lets just say before he became a cozy streamer , he used to play like a crapton of shooter games when he was younger or when they came out and played them for YEARS in his younger ages until he got bored and started baking and reading and stuff , discovered it was his passion and continues doing it , streams it ectect
and when this happens everyone expects like "Omg he is gonna get killed in the first 5 seconds but ends up carrying the entire team to victory and everyone is like "WHAT." so confused that this innocent , plump old angelic man who cooks and reads and barates anyone who swears , got 20 kills in a row in COD?? while not swearing and barating anyone in chat who does?? is my life a lie????????
Bonus : Crowley , Anathama and Newton had no knowledge of this. at all. like he just assumed that they already knew he was really good at this and when they ask him ab it he goes like "hm? i thought you already knew?" and the others going "WELL CLEARLY NOT."
aziraphale is a man of many talents 😂 i personally can't picture him enjoying games that revolve around killing and hurting people, but i love when he can constantly surprise everyone and crowley with out of pocket talents and hobbies ehehehe
Anonymous asked:
I would like to suggest the Western Hognose as a most patient and cuddly snake to be delivered during snake delivery, they are funky little tubes with no neck and cute upturned snoots
UGH THEY'RE SO CUTE I WANNA KISS EM. i drew crowley's snake as a big black python but now i can't stop imagining him with a little guy that hides up his sleeve while he games and is small enough that people might not notice it immediately......... aziraphale's hand reaching into frame with a guy wrapped around it, and they just kind of sit there half holding hands while they wait for the snake to slither from one wrist to another.
Anonymous asked:
Your art inspires a hc….
Someone (Crowley, probably) gets Aziraphale a pair of purple round glasses and when the do streams together they match
omg aziraphale with blue light glasses that look like his little reading glasses from the show 🥺
@samsteacup asked:
So Streamer AU won't leave my mind. So I gotta share this. I understand if you don't put it into your ff, it's your story but your followers might enjoy it. :D
1. Aziraphale collaborates in Crowley's stream where they wanna play a game. (some shooter) and they set up Aziraphale character together but Aziraphale spends way too long to perfect him. Crowley is all patient and all and then when they start playing Aziraphale just can't handle the controls for the love of god. So Crowley helps him and it's a fucking disaster, he's furiously protecting Aziraphale in game while simultaneously trying to explain to him what to do. But Crowley is incredibly patient, even when they lose because Aziraphale accidentally shoots someone from their own team. The chat loses it because he usually is so short tempered in streams. Aziraphale is still a bit overwhelmed and frustrated that he completely ignores the chat. Which is good because people are shipping them to death and writing the wildest (naughtiest) theories of what already happened to make Crowley so gentle and patient. So Crowley just bans them all.
2. Another collaboration but this time on Aziraphale's channel. They are baking Christmas cookies together while talking about the holidays, gift buying, songs and other cute traditions/Christmas memories. While preparing the dough Crowley is a bit too aggressive while kneeding the wet with the dry ingredients and he gets a cloud of flour into his face. Aziraphale chuckles and cleans his face with some wash cloth. They continue baking and having a great time. Though Crowley constantly steals the leftover dough from Aziraphale, after he punches out the forms with the cutter. While waiting for the cookies to bake and cool, they start making the icing and drink wine. Crowley kinda overdoes it with the wine and gets a bit tipsy. So at some point he just dips his finger in icing and holds it to Aziraphale's face, who gets all flustered but eventually eats the icing of Crowley's finger. (Which will definitely not end up a GIF that forever haunts both of them in their streams) When they finally start icing the cookies, Crowley is not just tipsy anymore but properly drunk. So half of the Santa cookies get penises or boobs or both. And Aziraphale just rolls his eyes, says "You're being silly" (yes, exactly in that voice!) and takes away the wine from Crowley.
what the fuck im so FED
crowley switching on his patience to help aziraphale in a new situation like 😭 "i won't leave you on your own"
IT SOUNDS LIKE CROWLEY JUST STRAIGHT UP FORGETS THEY'RE LIVE and gets caught up just havin a fun time oh my lord!! 😭😭😭
@squirrellegion26 asked:
hiiiiii hi hi SIR IM ADDRESSING UR STREAMER AU.
im in love with itttttt
buttt what if what if what if crowley’s head pops up in one of azi’s streams like a frickin cat over the counter and chat is like “ohhh myyy goodness he’s adorable!!!” and azi’s like “oh, hello, my dear” and then crowley’s like “see ya peace” and then slinks back to whatever dark hole he slithered out of
anyway SO MUCH LOVE TO UR AU I LOVE IT I CANT WAIT UNTIL UR FIC COMES OUT I LOVE U OKAY BYR
thpfht it's giving
Anonymous asked:
I just found your good omens streamer au and I'm instantly obsessed, I love the concept and ideas so much. This scenario instantly came into my head aswell and I wanted to share!!
Like Crowley just did a really long stream and wants to go sleep and doesn't end up fully stopping the stream by accident, so the viewers see him after he thinks he ended stream and he just calls out "Angel, I need hugs now" and just walks off without knowing the stream is still going. And everyone in chat goes crazy trying to let anyone know the stream is still going but also with the fact they saw Crowley switch to his soft side so quickly!!
And either Anathema calls Crowley to tell him it's still going and he runs back cursing to turn it off...
OR...Aziraphale goes into the room to maybe collect the mug of coffee he made for Crowley and finds the stream still going and the chat going MAD over it trying to get his attention but also freaking out that it's Aziraphale.
oh lord have mercy on m for all this second hand anxiety but
you GOT ME with the mask switching from streamer mode to soft tired angel hugs mode, i'm punching myself in the face
i imagine that footage of aziraphale walking onto crowley's room for mug collection is like cryptid footage that occasionally circulates the gossip subreddits even after crowley has deleted the vod
Anonymous asked:
i literally just found your streamer AU and i have read EVERY MORSEL YOU HAVE ABOUT IT. i am so excited to read the fic when you’re finished with it!
all i can think about is Aziraphale sliding things under Crowleys door if its locked while he’s streaming. and its the most random things every time, and of course it gets turned into a compilation posted somewhere.
i just think that idea is silly. AGAIN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AND EVERYTHING YOU SHARE ABOUT IT!! 💕
hthfph THANK YOU FOR SHARING HEADCANONS i mean it, it's so fun and silly and i love that everyone is getting into this together ✨
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↳ Index [Snippet #31 - Moonlit Nights]
“When you have a threesome in a tent and decide to film it.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader x Taehyung
Warnings: dom!Reader, sub!Jungkook, switchy!Taehyung, erotic photography, making of a sextape, threesome in a tent, handjobs, self punishment in the form of cock slapping, oral (f. & m.receiving), 69ning, face sitting, dirty talk, she calls them her pretty boys but also her needy brats, she rides Kook stupid, then they double penetrate her vaginally, it’s so hot fkc, belly bulging, eye contact, so much cum lmao, squirting, frotting, Tae wears a condom though, this is filthy porn
Wordcount: 11.4k
a/n: I'm actually really gay for her hahshs help. I really fucking missed writing threesomes for them gdi. This was created after weeks of not being able to produce stuff and it felt so good to write again. Enjoy besties this is so horny 😩
There were three things which made the night perfect.
The location.
The food.
The company you spend it with.
Let's start with the easiest of those things. The company. Your awesome husband Jungkook and your shared best friend and part time lover Taehyung. The company couldn’t get any better than this (except for Jimin and Yoongi being present as well, however those two are currently on a summer holiday at the Austria lakes). So it was just you and your two men this time around. Now that summer has come, the three of you wanted to use the warm weather and long days to take your bikes for a ride. The end destination was unknown, but Taehyung wanted to see mountains. So the mountains were your first destination. Grey and tall, they cut through the blue sky. The air smelled different here. Cleaner. You blame it on the thousands of trees growing on the mountains' feet in big patches of forests. You currently find yourself in such a forest. Just five miles away from the main road and down a windy earthen path. Your bikes struggled as they took the path, but you all managed perfectly. The detour was so worth it. It was at the end of the path when you found yourselves next to a small, inhabited lake. It wasn’t even really a lake, more like a very clean and beautiful pond. The water was truly so clean that one could see the ground of the pond.
You also went skinny dipping, whining about the water temperature but giggling like little kids. Taehyung took a few pictures while it happened. You were all very naked in said pictures, finding yourselves in the most peculiar of poses. They weren’t sexual per say, but one could clearly sense that those photographs showed three people sharing a deep connection. You promised each other to never show anyone said pictures and to always keep them a secret between the three of you.
Those pictures happened two hours ago. Your hair has already dried by now and your bellies are filled with the warm vegetable stew Taehyung prepared. It was so delicious that each of you ate two servings. Said stew is empty by now, just as is the can of warm chamomile tea you shared.
The fire was cackling calmingly, illuminating your features and your close surroundings. Around twenty feet from where Jungkook built the fire, your bikes were standing. Taehyung's back is facing them. They cracked and croaked for the first hour as they cooled down in the air, but stopped doing so. Now they are standing silently and only the mixture of the moonlight and the fire lets your eyes know where they were.
Right behind your back, there was a tent. Dark green. Just big enough to house three people and your bags. Taehyung carried it in one bag and built it with the help of you and later Jungkook (who ended up being sent away to gather firewood because he wouldn’t stop nagging). So in the end, you and Taehyung managed to build your house for tonight, high fiving each other in victory.
Behind Jungkook's back the pond is sparkling in the moonlight. It looks calming. Sounds calming too. Tranquility. It surrounds you and soaks your bodies. The forest whispers to you in its inhabitants, but it doesn’t sound scary. Almost as if the little birds and crickets and small animals were here to greet you. The pond also speaks to you, allowing the frogs and insects to say what they wanted to say.
"Did you guys know that frogs scream because they wanna fuck?" it is Taehyung who breaks the comfortable silence, making both you and Jungkook break into quiet cackles.
"No hyung, I didn’t know that", Jungkook chuckles.
"Yeah, it’s true. They scream about how much they wanna mate. So in a sense we're currently listening to frogs screaming about how hard their cocks are or how wet their pussies are."
"Please Taehyung I am begging you, never say this again", you murmur.
"Aren't frogs like asexual?" Jungkook asks, "I read once that they don’t even fuck."
"Course they do. The guy climbs on top of the girl’s back and then when she lays her eggs he fertilises it, but it happens like outside their bodies", Taehyung answers him.
"Aah now I remember, that’s right", Jungkook says and settles back into his resting position. On his back and with his bundled up sleeping bag as his makeshift pillow.
"You guys didn’t just actually have a conversation about frog sex did you?" you say.
"Yeah we did", Taehyung says nonchalantly, returning to his task of taking pictures.
You smile fondly, "well then I don’t wanna stop you guys, but I'm still gonna peace out for the night. A bitch is cold and that bitch is me."
"I'll join you, I’m cold too", Jungkook says, peeling himself off the ground.
"I'll join you later", Taehyung says and stands up, "I wanna take pics of the lake."
"Have fun!" you call after him, watching as he jogs down the small decline.
Then you and Jungkook get inside the tent, ready to snuggle.
It is almost twenty minutes later when the tent opens and Taehyung steps inside. He shivers comfortably at the warm air greeting him. He had gotten terribly chilly already and really appreciates the change in temperature. You and Jungkook have your backs turned to him, giggling. You are wearing matching shirts and he has his arm slung around your waist. Taehyung can't see it, but it is obvious that you and him are watching something.
"That part now, look", Jungkook says.
Taehyung listens.
"Such a good fucking boy."
The voice was Jungkook's, it sounded heavy in arousal.
"Fuck, that went in so easy", you say and giggle.
"Yeah right? It’s so hot cause it's your finger", Jungkook answers you and pecks your cheek.
You and him giggle and draw closer, all while whatever you were looking at was filling the tent with moans of Taehyung.
Taehyung feels himself grow….needy. He knows exactly what you are watching.
"Please fuck me, please."
Taehyung is begging in the recording. A pause then the phrase repeats itself again.
"Please fuck me, please."
You giggle.
"Sorry I had to rewatch it, I love this part."
"Yeah same, the next part is even hotter though", Jungkook agrees.
"Guys?"
You and Jungkook look over your shoulders. The camcorder continues playing the recording.
"Oh? Since when are you back?" you ask Taehyung.
Click.
Taehyung just took a picture of you and Jungkook then lowers his camera.
"Long enough to know what you're doing."
You giggle.
"It's literally so hot. I can’t stop watching it."
Taehyung claims the spot next to you and shimmies closer until his body is touching yours. He looks at the tiny viewfinder of the camcorder.
He knows that scene. His ass is currently struggling with taking the big anal beads. His long fingers are slathered in lube and his skin is glowing pink in the lights.
"That part", Taehyung says and groans, "I literally forgot that I was being filmed."
"You can see that. Look."
Just this moment his hole manages to take the last of the beads.
"Fucking hell hyung, you make me wanna cum", Jungkook growls and in the corner of the movie one can see his fingers wrap around his hard cock.
"Jungkook I can feel them so deep", Taehyung whimpers, reaching to the front.
"Fuck, pull them out again."
And Taehyung obeys.
Jungkook watches the scene unfold with hungry eyes. Taehyung watches with an ache between his legs. You watch with concentrated and utter obsession.
"This part now", you say, squeaking in excitement when Taehyung manages to squeeze the beads out quickly, "oh that’s my favourite. Look at all that lube and how soft your rim looks."
Jungkook chuckles, "it's so cute."
Taehyung looks at your face then at Jungkook's. You both look so calm, entertained yes, but not as completely wrecked as Taehyung feels. Is he really such a needy slut that his own sextape turns him on so much?
You and Jungkook giggle at a part in the video.
"I love that", Jungkook says, pointing at what was happening on screen.
"Yeah, so much", you agree.
"Hey guys uhm…"
Your heads turn to Taehyung.
"Yes Tae?"
"Aren't you like...affected?"
"What do you mean?" you ask him.
"Aren't you like horny?" he whispers.
You and Jungkook chuckle fondly and Taehyung feels stupid for asking. Fuck, he's really a needy slut, isn’t he?
"Of course we are", you say, "I've been casually wet for ten minutes."
"Same", Jungkook reveals his big bulge to Taehyung, "I'm hard as fuck."
“Oh I”, he lowers his eyes, “that’s hot”, he confesses in a whisper.
You and Jungkook exchange a look.
“You know what we should do?” Jungkook asks.
“What?”
“Do it again.”
“Do it again?”
“Document our sex, I mean. Hyung you take some pics of me when ___ plays with me.”
Taehyung gulps, feeling his stomach tingle in arousal.
“Oh? So I get to play with you? That’s hot”, you say, groping his thigh.
"I've been craving you ever since the morning", Jungkook whispers against your neck.
You shiver and turn your head, brushing your lips against his’.
“How much do you want it?”
“So much”, he rasps, gazing at your lips.
“Then say it.”
He smirks. You retort it, moving closer until your nose brushes against his cheek and his face is blurry in your vision.
“Please”, he whispers.
“Please what baby?”
“Please play with me, Mistress”, Jungkook begs gladly. Quite frankly, there is nothing better to him than having to beg for your touch. It’s that thrill of trying harder and harder until finally getting you there. The rush of this win leaves him feeling high on arousal.
“Kiss me first and maybe I will.”
“Mhm baby”, he purrs, kissing your lips once before breaking away and peeling himself off the mattress.
You flip to your back and sit up, watching him with sparkling eyes as he crawls back to you. He plops himself halfway on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as he finally connects his lips with you in a deep kiss. The momentum of his cute attack leaves you falling to your side. Jungkook uses the chance to roll you onto your back and climb on top of you. Knees on each side of your hips and weight resting on top of your crotch. He’s got your face between his hands, pulling you into him to the point where your upper back leaves the mattress.
“Mhhm”, you hum, hooking your arms behind his neck to pull him back down. Your back falls against the softness of your air mattress, Jungkook’s weight shifts from your crotch to your torso. Tits against tits and stomach against stomach while his elbows cage you in and his hips rock back and forth on you.
Taehyung decides to shoot the first pic of the evening. Just two people madly obsessed with each other. He likes how Jungkook’s hands come out on the picture and how your bodies are so close.
“Fuck baby”, Jungkook breaks the kiss, letting his quick breath swirl over your lips.
“Yeah”, you say, outlining his lips with your thumb. You put pressure on them and slip right in.
Jungkook moans, lowering his eyes playfully just as he begins to suck on your thumb with eagerness.
The view is worthy of a picture. Taehyung thinks it’s the hottest view. Your eye contact is intense, showing everyone without a doubt that the two of you are running on nothing but the other. This right here is the proof of your deep connection. Eye contact and lips wrapped around a thumb.
“Good boy”, you praise, “sucking my thumb so well.”
Jungkook furrows his brows, lets a whimper tickle your thumb. He opens his lips, searching for more with an eager tongue.
You give it to him happily, replacing your thumb with two of your fingers instead. Your pointer and middle finger, gliding over his tongue as Jungkook keeps his lips parted and bops his head up and down slowly.
“That’s it, baby”, you encourage him, massaging his tongue.
Click.
A new picture is taken. One of Jungkook’s stretched out tongue as it gets felt up your wet fingers.
“How does it look, Tae?” you ask him.
“So fucking sexy”, Taehyung tells you, “Jungkook’s so pretty like this.”
Jungkook moans, sliding down more.
“Yeah he is. Such a pretty good boy for me.”
“Mistress”, the word is gagged by your fingers, yet clear enough that the entire tent knows just how needy your joined praises get him.
Jungkook’s a slut for praise after all. It lets him know that he’s doing a good job and that his efforts are well appreciated. And Jungkook loves nothing more than that.
You slide your fingers out of his mouth, basking in the needy whine he lets out.
“More”, he begs, licking his lips.
“Mhm”, you say, sticking your fingers into your own mouth to lick them clean.
Jungkook gulps. Taehyung takes a picture of it.
“So good”, you say, “my good boy tastes so sweet for me.”
“Mistress”, he keens, “please”, he begs, opening his mouth for you to stuff.
You stuff him gladly, feeding him your taste while feeling up the back of his tongue. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, his body convulses in a blissed-out gag. You’ve got the right spot. You just have to press down and he shudders in a desperate gag.
“Fuck baby, that’s it”, you praise him, “you sound so pretty when you gag for me. Doesn’t he sound so pretty?”
“Yeah”, Taehyung rasps, placing his hand at the back of Jungkook’s head just to push him down more.
Another gag courses through him, his back arches just as his hips stutter on top of you. An aggressive swirl of breath tickles your face as Jungkook pants through his nose. Your fingers are covered in his spit, it is running down your palm by now.
“Mheeem”, Jungkook makes a sound, breathing speeding up.
You pull his fingers out, leaving him to trip on your hand.
“Ah”, he lets out, “mgm ah.”
“Good boy, that’s it. Go on, take some breaths for me”, you soothe him, watching in delight as he looks so perfectly fucked out already.
“Taehyung”, you call the other man’s attention.
“Yes?”
“Clean me up”, you order, presenting your slick covered hand to him.
“Yes Mistress”, Taehyung follows with an aching cock, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand to his eager lips.
He cleans you up thouroughly, licking and sucking your fingers and palm until the taste of Jungkook is coating his tongue. And while Taehyung is busy cleaning your right hand, you are busy feeling up Jungkook’s pink lips.
His eyes are droopy, yet racing between yours in unbreakable obsession.
“My pretty boy”, you whisper, drawing Jungkook closer to you.
“Mistress, want you so bad”, he pleads.
“Yeah?”
He nods his head, whimpering.
“Want to undress for me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jungkook follows like the good boy he is. He takes off his shirt first, having to climb off your lap for his pants. He lies down on his back for them, pulling them off while his legs are lifted.
You pull your hand away from Taehyung, despite the needy whine it forces from his lips. He looks at you with sad eyes, needing you so much longer. Your fingers tasted so good, he is so hungry for them.
“Take a picture Tae”, you order him, rolling onto your side to touch Jungkook’s naked body.
Jungkook drops his legs, spreading them messily. He gasps as you cup his balls with confidence in your touch, moving his hips up in a sensual roll. The touch feels like fireworks on his skin.
“Of, of what?” Taehyung stutters.
“Just what you like seeing”, you say, “just look at him, he’s so pretty all naked for us.”
Jungkook sighs your name, looking at you with a fluttering heart. He feels electric being studied so thoroughly.
Click.
Taehyung wastes no time. He is taking a picture of Jungkook’s semi hard cock and the hand you have around his balls.
You chuckle, meeting his gaze.
“You’re so horny”, you tease him.
“His cock’s so nice”, Taehyung defends himself in a whisper, “I can’t help it.”
"Yeah, it's so pretty", you agree, running your palm up and down slowly, "look at him twitch."
"That's hot, do it again", Taehyung says, readying his camera for the perfect moment where your touch makes Jungkook’s cock throb.
Jungkook feels so dizzy. He is being inspected so thoroughly. You talk about him as if he wasn’t even present. It’s so humiliating to be reduced to his cock. It turns him on so much that he is and that only one finger on his cockhead brings him to the point of an aggressive twitch.
"Adorable. My pretty boy is so reactive", you coo, grabbing his chin without warning to turn his head.
Jungkook mewls, looking up at you with fluttering lids.
"Are you my pretty boy, mhm?" you ask him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.
"Yeah", Jungkook croaks. He can hear the click of Taehyung’s camera, knowing that this moment will be on film forever. His submission and your strong grip. Jungkook is aching at the thought that one day he will be able to look at the current moment again.
"Yeah, you are", you praise, finally running your hand up and down his length to help him grow into his last inches.
Jungkook whimpers, tilting his head back only to get forced back into position by your fingers holding his cheeks.
"Don't you dare look away. I want your eyes on me", you order, twisting your hand around his tip with such precision that Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open.
Click.
Taehyung is capturing everything. Jungkook’s throbbing, hard cock. Your punishing hand around it. His thick, muscular thighs tensing and how prominent his lower abs look.
"So sexy", he whispers, reaching out to grab a big portion of Jungkook’s inner thigh.
"Tae", Jungkook moans, eyes going out of focus and legs parting.
You sneak a quick glance down, watching in delight how Taehyung massages Jungkook’s inner thighs in his big hands.
"Do you like that Kook, mhm? Do you like knowing that we both can’t get enough of touching you?"
"Yeah", he whispers, tilting his head back again as a breathy moan shakes his body. His eyes fall closed, his lips part afterwards.
"Tae, pic", you order and the dark haired man follows instantly, taking a picture of Jungkook’s blissed out features.
"Doesn’t he look so good like this?" you ask him.
"So good", Taehyung rasps, placing his hand on Jungkook’s tensing stomach. He runs his hand down to his cock, joining you seconds later.
Now you are jerking off Jungkook’s lower parts while Taehyung makes sure his tip stays sensitive.
Jungkook’s thighs tremble in answer, he throws his hand over his mouth to muffle his loud sounds.
"Ohfuckholyfuck", he gets out, squeezing his eyes closed, "mhngmhmgn", he whimpers, panting through his nose.
You and Taehyung exchange a look. It turns you on so much to share Jungkook’s cock like that. To both have control over how much he shakes. To work together on bringing him close to insanity.
Taehyung falls into the temptation first, stealing a sloppy kiss from you. Licks with his wet tongue then a harsh suck on your lower lip. He tastes like marshmallows and chocolate. Feels like fire. Sounds like heaven.
The kiss breaks with too much spit still stuck to your lips.
"Fuck ___", Taehyung presses out, panting heavily.
"This is driving me insane", you rasp, staring into his half-lidded eyes, "jerking off cock is so hot like this."
"Yeah, so hot. We could make it hotter."
"What you thinking?"
"Take over for me."
You do, letting Taehyung do what he plans on doing. You use two hands to make up for the otherwise lost sensation, staring at Jungkook’s face obsessively. He looks so far gone that you are pretty sure that he didn’t even notice when you and Taehyung kissed.
The latter is currently busy setting up his camcorder, using his bag as a makeshift tripod. He presses record, flipping the screen so you would be able to see yourselves.
"Is it recording?" you ask him.
"Yeah, it's recording" Taehyung says, crawling back to you.
Jungkook looks right into the camera, "fuck", he presses out, rolling his head to the side, "that’s so hot."
"Yeah it's so hot. Now we'll always have proof of how easy it is to get you hard", you say tauntingly, dropping Jungkook's hard cock against his stomach. It slaps against him, makes a heavy sound as it does.
"Ah", Jungkook flinches in reaction, looking up at you with droopy eyes.
"So hard", you say, gripping his cock only to drop it again, "and heavy", yet again you pick it up and drop it, pressing your palm into him once it rests right against his toned abs.
You rub your hand up and down slowly, using the pressure to really stimulate his sensitive spots.
Jungkook reacts accordingly, reaching for you by twisting the front of your shirt and parting his lips in a shocked gasp.
"Yeah that’s right. That feels good, doesn’t it?"
"Yea", Jungkook gets out, having to gulp afterwards. There is so much friction on his cock. Your hand is pressing it right against his stomach and your movements make it rub right between your palm and his skin. Jungkook presses his thighs together before rolling his hips up.
He loves and hates that this needy movement makes you smirk. You look so cocky and powerful right now. Jungkook wants to fucking devote his entire life to you because of it.
"You look so cute", you are mocking him, "kinda wanna smother your cute face."
"Holy fuck", he presses out, widening his eyes.
"What?" you chuckle, "don’t look at me like that."
"Smother me", he rasps, gasping when you press your palm into his balls almost painfully, "please", he croaks.
"Better", you let go of his balls to wrap your skilled fingers around his cock instead, "you know I hate nothing more than impolite boys. Am I right, Taehyung?"
Taehyung, who was busy fucking into his own fist, lifts his head.
"W-what?" he stutters, giving you big puppy eyes.
"You never asked me if you could get naked or touch your cock, did you?"
Taehyung gulps, stopping his movements immediately.
"Sorry", he whispers.
"Safe the sorries, I want actions", you spit, lowering your eyes at him dangerously.
"O-okay?"
The smirk curling at your lips makes both your sweet boys gulp in fearful arousal.
"Show the camera how good you are in punishing yourself and spank your cock for me", you order.
Taehyung presses out a breathy curse, wrapping his shaky fingers around the base of his cock to keep it upright. He lifts his hand only to stop when you speak again.
"Five times. Count. Out loud and clearly."
"You're so hot", Jungkook murmurs, gazing up at you with sparkling eyes.
Taehyung lowers his head, staring at his own cock. He has to press his thighs together in preparation of what he has to do.
"One", he rasps, landing a hard slap on his own cock. It burns, forcing him to jerk up in surprise, "fuck."
"Perfect. Next one."
Taehyung lifts his hand, squeezing the base of his cock.
"Two", he croaks, spanking himself oh so hard and precise. He wants to fucking cry out in reaction but doesn’t, grinding his teeth instead, "three."
He doesn’t wait for the pulsating to stop before he lands the third strike, regretting it instantly. It feels so fucking good that he can feel how his thick vein throbs and he can watch droplets of precum spill from his tip.
"So messy", you notice too, playing with Jungkook’s precum in reaction. Your husband whimpers oh so sweetly, twisting more of your shirt. You are so distracted by Taehyung’s cock that somehow your hand feels even better around his own cock. Messy and oh so strong in its grasp. Every touch feels like fire on Jungkook’s throbbing cock.
"Four", Taehyung actually moans when he lands the second to last spank on his cock, wrapping his fingers around himself just to squeeze his tip. It was an instinctive reaction, one out of pure and dumb need.
"Keep those fingers away", you warn in a growl, punishing poor Jungkook with a harsh tug, the kind which makes his thighs twitch instinctively.
"Sorry", Taehyung apologizes, suffering none of the consequences and watching Jungkook writhe in his state. With burning eyes, he lifts his hand before striking his cock with it harshly.
"Five", he whimpers, gawking at just how well you seem to milk Jungkook. Poor bastard, he thinks, he gets to be punished even if he did nothing wrong. Maybe he is lucky however, Taehyung would love to swap places right now.
"And another one for being a disrespectful brat", you order, sneaking a glance at a whimpering Jungkook.
His eyes are squeezed shut, his lower lip is between his teeth. He is panting through his nose, squeaking in desperation. Oh dear, you think, you completely forgot that you were jerking him off.
You slow down your movements in sync with Taehyung spanking his reddened cock for the sixth time. Jungkook releases a shaky breath, writhing in relief.
"Six", Taehyung chockes out, digging his nails into his own thigh afterwards. The long fingers around his base squeeze so harshly that parts of his cock actually turn white from the pressure. You know that he got close, that the last spank almost pushed him over the edge.
"Good boy. You did well", you praise, "now take a picture for me. I want your cock on film."
"Yes Mistress", Taehyung rasps, scurrying to get his camera. He works clumsily before he finally manages to hold his camera safely. In his other hand he holds his big cock. It’s truly impressive just how good it looks in his hand, both oh so huge and veiny.
Click.
The photograph will make Taehyung blush when he develops it later. His cock looks so swollen and hard that it’s embarassing.
"Good boy. Now touch your cock, you’re allowed to."
"Thank you Mistress, fuck", Taehyung moans, jerkint himself off instantly and with such desperation. He is fast, sloppy, aggressive.
"No cumming though, just saying", you murmur mindlessly as you already turn your attention back to Jungkook.
Taehyung mewls, forcing his hand to slow down. It hurts. He was so ready to make himself cum and now he can’t. He drops his head and whimpers softly, running his left hand up his own torso just so he can hug himself in support. He needs it so bad.
"Now what's wrong with you, sweetie?" you speak softly, caressing Jungkook’s sweaty forehead.
Jungkook sobs quietly as an answer, lifting his heavy head to look at you.
"Do you need a break, love?"
He shakes his head, whimpering just for you, "so close", he gets out.
"Close? Yeah?"
"Yeah", he breathes.
"You know what that means, don’t you?"
He shakes his head, tries to tug you closer to him so he can bury his face between your thighs. He just wants you close. Please.
"You don’t", you say, clicking your tongue, "doesn’t matter. It means, that I have to make you take a break if you want to or not", you say, letting go of his cock.
"No, don’t please", Jungkook begs, tensing in desperation, "pleaseee."
"I'm sorry, I don’t like doing it either."
"Yeah you do, you demon", Jungkook keens, squirming for something to stimulate his cock again.
You chuckle, "you're so right", you grab him by his cheeks roughly, inching closer until your lips were tickling his', "I goddamn love making you squirm for me", you rasp, sending a shiver through Jungkook’s entire body.
He feels drowsy and dizzy, hooking his fingers behind your neck to pull you closer.
"Sit on my fucking face, I’m begging you", he pleads, moaning when this makes you smirk against his lips.
"I thought you'd never ask", you rasp, straightening up so you can undress.
Taehyung stops his movements in surprise, giving you a needy moan. He snatches his camera, snapping a picture of the moment you pull your shirt over your head, exposing your tits in the process. Your pants are taken care off quickly. You were planning to only sleep in panties after all.
Taehyung takes a picture of you now that you are naked, inching closer.
"Nuh-uh", you stop him, "wait your turn."
"Fuck, why?" Taehyung whines, pouting.
You give him a playful smile, "it'll be worth it. Promise."
He huffs out air, sitting back down on his heels.
"Good boy", you praise and then turn to pay all your attention to Jungkook. The latter is mesmerised by your body, gazing at you with blown-out pupils.
"You're so sexy", he whispers.
"I know", you tease, placing your hands on his stomach, "now stay still."
Jungkook welcomes you on top of him gladly, moaning when you choose to sit down differently than he thought you would. He thought you would sit down facing the tent, but instead you sat down so you were facing Taehyung and more importantly, his own cock.
Jungkook almost faints in excitement as he knows exactly what that means. You will give him attention too.
You wiggle your hips above him, giving him a perfect show of your pussy.
"You're so wet", he croaks, feeling hyptnotised by your glistening lips.
"Just for you", you say, lowering yourself just enough to tease him with the idea of oral.
Jungkook mewls, chasing you with his tongue sticking out. He wraps his arms around your thighs, giving them a harsh squeeze. But he doesn’t use his strength. Not yet, not until you give him permission.
"Beg me", you say, looking at him over your shoulder.
He can barely look at you in the position and yet he does.
"Please may I eat your pussy?"
"No, no. Wrong words", you say lifting your hips.
"Can you sit on me?" he blurts out, "please Mistress, wanna be your throne."
You smirk, "that’s the right thing to say. Yes, I can."
You lower yourself, meeting Jungkook in the middle, who pulls you on top of his face and most importantly tongue.
You moan, Jungkook growls. His eyes roll back before falling closed.
"Thank you", his words are mumbled into your pussy with trembling lips and an eager tongue.
"Yes baby", you lull, throwing your head back as Jungkook runs his tongue through your folds. It is wet and hot. He uses nothing more than the tip of it, tensing it in order to really tickle you. And he does. Fuck, he makes you shiver.
His tattooed arms are around your thighs, his big hands are on your ass. Oh so strong, he kneads the flesh, veins bulging and contorting his tattoos into different shapes.
Jungkook tilts your hips, using his hands to part your ass for him.
"Fuck", you whisper, pressing out another curse when he flicks his tongue over your rim. Once. Twice. Thrice.
Jungkook breaks away, moaning deliciously.
"Tastes so good", he lulls, burying his tongue back between your glistening folds. He changes between your pussy and rim, licking eagerly and making your knees wobble from pleasure.
"You're insane Kook, fucking crazy", you croak, falling to your elbows in an attempt to reach his cock, "keep going baby, keep going."
Your lips wrap themselves around his girth naturally, your fingers follow.
Jungkook falters, tensing his thighs in sync with a suck by you. His fingers dig deeper into your ass. His lips once wrapped around your clit, part in a blissful moan.
"Careful please", he begs, abs convulsing under you, “sensitive, c-careful please.”
You just shake your head and sink down further, swallowing around his plump tip.
"Sensitive", Jungkook has to whimper, dimpling the air mattress by throwing his head back. Your pussy lies completely forgotten for now, the warmth of your wet mouth is keeping him captive. His sloppiness earns him a punishment instantly.
You slip off his cock, despite the fact that he is moaning so sweetly for you. He twitches, writhing in despair.
"Please back", he pleads, keening heartbreakingly devastating when you lift your head even more.
"You think I’ll suck your dick for free? You forgot about my pussy."
Jungkook sobs softly, squeezing your ass, "you're so mean. Oh god, just wanna have you."
His begging leaves you cold, perhaps even angry. Such a bratty boy, demanding things he has no right to. You look at Taehyung and the swollen cock between his long fingers
"Come here, puppy", you order to which Taehyung obeys with an eager nod of his head.
He scrambles to get to you, placing himself right in front of you on top of Jungkook’s shins.
"Hands behind your back."
He obeys, holding his hands behind his back whilst looking down at you with big puppy eyes.
"Good boy", you praise, gripping his hips to tug him closer. Once again, it happens naturally that your lips wrap themselves around his big cock, forcing his eyes to widen in surprise. Closer you tug him, gliding his cock down your throat. His frenulum piercing grinds against your tongue, rubbing right against his sensitive spot as well.
"O-oh", Taehyung releases, squeezing his own hands whilst swaying dangerously with a dizzy head. His knees are weak, his thighs are trembling. You are sucking his cock. He expected everything except having your mouth around him, "oh god, Mistress", he keens, head rolling to the side sensually. Eyes closed, lips parted, dark locks hanging into his face and back arched as he tries not to reach to the front. Taehyung is giving the camera the perfect view of how good you get him.
Jungkook, who not only has to watch Taehyung’s features glow up in bliss, but who also has to listen to you gagging and moaning around his cock, becomes jealous. He needs it too, he wants it, craves it, deserves it.
He tightens the grip around your hips and pushes you down on his tongue. He works diligently, obsessively even, frenching your pussy with such eagerness that you feel yourself going cross-eyed for a good second.
"Kook", Taehyung’s cock slips out of your mouth with a moan of your husband's name, "good boy, that’s what I wanted from you."
You take him back inside, finally giving him what he wanted. Jungkook thanks you with a guttural moan and his pouty lips wrapping around your clit. He sucks harshly, licks quickly, kisses devotedly. While you moan and gag around his veiny cock.
Taehyung is still getting a mighty good treatment however. Your hand is wrapped around his big cock, jerking him off quickly. You linger on his piercing each time you meet it, playing with it until Taehyung lets out a whimper and fucks your hand in a needy thrust.
He is staring at you, watching you suck Jungkook’s cock to the point that your cheeks fall in and drool all over his balls and pubes. Every now and then he lets his eyes flit to your hand around his cock, but that always gets too much instantly and ends with him squirming and then looking somewhere else as distraction.
“Fucking delicious”, you rasp, taking Taehyung back inside for a change while you jerk off Jungkook.
Taehyung whimpers, furrowing his brows. Yup, your mouth is better than your hand. Wet and warm and tongue oh so soft. You let his pierced tip hit the back of your throat, swallowing around him to really get his taste. Then you slip off, giving him a sweet, almost taunting smile.
“Just as delicious”, you tell him, scrambling his little brain.
You take Jungkook back inside, wrapping your skilled hand around Taehyung’s sensitive cock. You begin bopping your head up and down quickly in sync with the movements of your hand. Taehyung lets out a loud moan, arching his back while his knees are wobbling.
Jungkook merely presses you closer, smothering himself with your pussy. If he didn’t press you closer, he would probably forget all about you. It feels just way too good. Oh, pleasing you gets so, so hard. He whimpers, forcing his tongue to keep moving. He needs to please you, thank you for treating him so well. Concentrate Jungkook, he thinks, make her feel so good, you can do it. He whimpers as you bring him close, stomach tensing in.
Switching back to Taehyung, you release him of his agony for a while. Your hand runs over his throbbing cock, picking up the beads of precum to ease the slip.
Taehyung slacks, head dropping to the front and hands slipping out of their position. He keens with gritted teeth, fingers gripping a bundle of your hair. He was aware that it would earn him a punishment and yet he still did it.
“Tae”, you warn sternly, giving him a dark look.
Taehyung pouts, “please”, he begs, but you shake your head, abandoning his cock all together to pay full attention to Jungkook.
Hands playing with his balls and mouth fucking his cock stupid. Jungkook is writhing underneath you, thighs restless and mouth becoming way too sloppy in its movements.
“Mistress please”, he breaks away, wheezing for air, “please slow, p-please.”
“Please back”, Taehyung joins the choir of begs, “please Mistress, I’ll be good”, he says, nudging you with his swollen cock.
“Please slow.” “Please back.”
Their begs are filling your ears, making you feel fucking invincible. You slip off of Jungkook with a chuckle, sitting down on his chest whilst propping your hands on his thighs. Their cocks are right there, in front of you and both oh so wet from edging.
“You two are so impatient”, you say, gripping both their cocks to jerk them off slowly.
They sigh for you, bodies writhing in bliss and cocks producing more slippery goodness. Your two men, both at your mercy and so needy for your touch. That is exactly how you like them. Needy and complacent.
“I can’t keep switching between you two just because you’re both too needy to wait your turn. Hear me Tae?”
“Yeah”, he sighs, fucking into your hand, “don’t stop.”
You chuckle, ���you didn’t hear a thing I said.”
You shake your head, then sneak a glance at Jungkook over your shoulder. His eyes are closed, his glistening lips parted in pleasure.
“And I can’t go easy on you, just because you’re too much of a sensitive slut, Jungkook”, you say, watching in delight as this makes him furrow his brows and then whimper softly.
You chuckle, flitting your gaze back to their cocks.
“Every tried frotting, mhm?” you ask them.
“No”, Taehyung can barely answer you.
“Want me to change that, mhm?”
He nods his head, bucking his hips into you.
"No, stop. I really want to keep the raw sex between me and you", Jungkook stops the scene.
You look over your shoulder. He is looking at you with serious eyes.
"Of course, that’s what I want to", you say, dropping Taehyung’s cock, "is that okay for you, Tae?"
"Of course, I almost forgot. Sorry Kook, I’ll put a condom on."
And with that he crawls off of Jungkook’s lap to fetch a condom from his bag. He has to lift the camera to get it.
"Give that to me", Jungkook says and so it happens that Taehyung hands him the camcorder.
You turn on Jungkook’s torso, sitting down on his lower stomach for now and running your hands up and down his chest.
Jungkook turns the little screen before guiding the viewfinder to his eyes. He has the camera pointed right at you, filming your face.
"Hey there", you say.
"You're so beautiful", he says, running his hand up and down your stomach, "my beautiful", he whispers, making you smile all so brightly.
Jungkook films it instantly, even going so far as to zoom in on your face.
"Are you zooming in?" you say in a chuckle.
"Yeah, just wanna show everyone how beautiful your smile is", he says, making it grow.
"God Kookie, you’re so cheesy."
"Yeah", he says, capturing the way he cups your cheek for all eternity. Tender and with so much care, "that’s my wife, everyone", he tells the camera, caressing your cheek before he dances his hand down to your neck. Further down to your collarbones and shoulder.
"My fucking beautiful wife", he whispers, "my goddamn life", he adds just as he places his hand on your breast right where your heart is racing and his wedding ring can be oh so close to it, "she's my everything, you know? My ___."
He cups your breast, doing so tenderly. He films it as he does, giving the camera the prettiest view of your chest.
"I love her so much", he continues, dancing his hand down your ribs.
"I love you too, my Kookie", you say, feeling oh so close to tears because of how sweet he is, "I married the best man ever."
Jungkook smiles behind the camera, running his hand down to your lower stomach. He films it, capturing it. He wants it to stay forever. This otherwise fleeting moment burned into a forever memory he can always return to whenever he wants to. And he will. So many times until he knows every second of this tape by memory.
"I can't believe you're mine", he says, drawing a little heart right next to your navel, "all mine."
"All yours", you tell him, moving your hips back and forth on his stomach. The friction feels so nice and warm on your middle. Paired with his touch and loving words and you feel like floating.
He places his hand on your hip, switching the camera right to it to film what you are doing.
"Do you get it? Do you get how wet you’re making me?" you ask him.
"Yeah", Jungkook croaks, grasping the camcorder, "feels so good on my stomach."
"Yeah? Your stomach feels fucking amazing", you say, moaning not only for Jungkook but also the camera.
"Baby, please", he pleads.
"Please what?"
"Just…don’t know. Oh god, I wanna cum."
You chuckle, snatching the camera from him now that he is busy whining. You film him, using the little screen as your guidance.
"You're so needy", you say, cupping his cheek, "look at you though. You look so handsome."
Jungkook can’t look at the camera, not when he flusters so much. He isn’t a guy who easily flusters, but right now he does. Because right now you film him through your eyes. You capture him how you see him and he doesn’t want to mess up right now.
"What the hell, don’t tell me that now", he mumbles.
You giggle, squishing his cheeks, "cute. You're my cutie. God, look at his lips", you are talking to your camera, "so puffy and pink. I'm so goddamn obsessed with them", you rasp, dragging your thumb over them.
Jungkook parts them just enough that you can push your thumb into him. The camera captures it in perfect quality, filming how Jungkook’s lips move around your thumb as you finger his mouth slowly.
"Such a good boy", you praise, zooming out so the rest of his face was visible, "give me those eyes, sweetie. Yes exactly those ones. Oh, I wanna ruin you."
You press down on his tongue, basking in the delight of making him gag and forcing his pretty eyes to widen. You slip free, pressing your spit slickened thumb against his lips in a way that would make them get oh so puffy. You rub rough patterns into him, capturing just how cutely his lips move under your touch.
"My favourite", you whisper, showing it to the camera, "his lips are my favourite. I could kiss them until they’re numb."
Jungkook mewls, looking oh so devastated. He wants to be kissed. He needs it so bad.
Luckily for him, you seem to desire the same, leaning down to kiss him deeply. The camera just kind of lays there for now, filming a random corner of the tent. That quickly changes however, when Taehyung, now wrapped up and so horny, fetches it to focus it on you and Jungkook making out.
He touches himself to the image, filling the audio with his soft sighs and your desperate moans. Taehyung thinks that he has never seen two people who hold each other with such desperation as you and Jungkook do. He finds it quite hilarious because it looks as if you both were scared to lose the other person. Even after years of living together and knowing very well that you won’t lose each other, you still look oh so desperate to never let go.
Taehyung captures how Jungkook’s fingers dig into your back and he captures how you bury your own in his hair. He films how seconds later Jungkook grasps your hips and presses them down against his stomach and how you twist his hair in reaction. He also captures how Jungkook throbs and how much wetter you seem to get because of the kisses.
You pull back when air is sparse and you quite literally have to gasp for it. Taehyung captures how a string of drool still connects your lips before it breaks.
"I want you", you rasp, fucking Jungkook with just your eyes.
"Want you so bad", Jungkook answers you, gripping your butt with his tattooed hands.
"Do it. I'll film it", Taehyung says, earning himself a sneaky look from both you and Jungkook.
"Are you okay with that?" Jungkook makes sure.
"Totally, you guys are so hot. It'll come out great."
You and Jungkook look at each other.
"Just act natural, I'll make sure the movie's nice."
Jungkook runs his hands to your hips, "wanna do it like that?"
"Wanna ride you until you’re shaking, babyboy", you rasp, outlining his lips.
"Damn", he says, gulping.
You smirk, grabbing his chin between two of your fingers.
"Think you can handle that?"
"Yeah, please."
"Please what, babyboy?"
"Please ride me until I'm shaking", he rasps.
You lift your hips, hovering them above his hard cock. You grab him by his base, running his sensitive tip through your soaked folds. Oh so swollen and puffy they hug his cockhead. Taehyung films it, thinking to himself that this view is to die for.
You sink down just enough that his tip breaches you. Jungkook moans loudly, as does Taehyung at the view of your wet pussy swallowing Jungkook oh so easily.
"There we go, you fill me up so well", you praise, "hold my hands, baby."
Jungkook reaches for your hands instantly, propping himself up on his elbows so he can support you as you sink down more and be closer to you in the process.
He had his head lifted once upon a time to watch himself disappear inside you, but has to throw it back with rolling back eyes the moment he bottoms out.
"Fuck", he spits, squeezing your hands in sync with his back arching into you.
"Yeah. Fuck", you agree, "my pussy's so stuffed", you say, showing him by tensing around him. You begin your dance this way. Clenching around him while your hands have a tight hold on him.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck", Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, lifting his head only to throw it back again, "fucking fuck."
"Is it good? Like how I fuck you?"
"Love it", he says and groans, "Mistress yes."
"Good boy", you moan, "having such a good cock for me. My perfect toy."
"I'm your toy", he croaks, swelling inside of you in pride.
"That's hot", Taehyung murmurs, doing everything in his power to keep the camera steady. He focuses it right on your middle, capturing how good you fuck Jungkook. How his cock is so hard and throbbing and how your pussy is dripping white cream all over his balls and pubes. How your swollen lips rub against him and how his cock seems to shape you to fit perfectly around him. Taehyung loves that especially. That view of how your pussy looks as Jungkook’s cock slips in and out of it rhythmically.
He can basically feel that sensation, gripping the camcorder tighter because if he didn’t, he would have dropped it and fucked into his own hands instead.
"Hold my hands Kook, hold them so well", you whisper, closing the distance between your faces, "look at me"
Jungkook does, pressing his thighs together upon being so close to you. His eyes are bigger than they normally are, racing between yours obsessively.
"Keep your eyes on mine", you rasp, "keep them right here."
"Baby", Jungkook keens.
"Say my right name."
"Mistress", he barely gets the word out, struggling to keep his eyes open. You fuck him so good. The way your pussy feels around him. Seriously, it’s been years since you and him decided to go raw and yet he still hasn’t gotten used to how good it feels. It will always leave him gasping for air from how wet and warm and goddamn soft your pussy feels.
"That's better. You should try to be polite, it’s what's best for boys like you", you say, doing your signature swirl. You have perfected it over the years, using it regularly to drive Jungkook insane with it while making your own body feel on fire. Truly, you won’t ever grow tired for how good his cock feels inside you. How you can feel every vein and ridge grind against you and how he seems to be curved just perfectly to hit your favourite spots. And he does, oh fucking does. Riding your husband is your ecstasy.
Jungkook moans your name, eyelids fluttering.
"Stay with me, Kook."
Jungkook forces his eyes open, biting his lower lips instead.
"That's better. Wanna look into your eyes. You have such pretty eyes, babyboy."
Jungkook furrows his brows, gurgling out a needy sound.
"Please", follows after the sound, "please, fuck."
"What do you want?"
"Just…don’t stop", he sighs, rolling his head back in sync with his eyes closing
"Are you still with me, Kook?"
"Yeah…" he lulls, showing you a drugged up smile afterwards. His eyes stay closed however, racing behind his lids.
"Then open your eyes."
Jungkook tries, he really tries, but has to accept defeat in the end.
"___, Mistress", he laughs breathily, "fuck I can’t. Feels too good."
His words motivate you like nothing else. You squeeze his hands tighter, using the new leverage to pull your hips up before dropping down again. You do so repeatedly, fucking yourself stupid on his perfect cock.
"Hold me, hold me so good. Don’t let go", you chant.
"I won’t", Jungkook croaks, falling to his back. He keeps holding you, moaning loudly each time you drop down on him.
Taehyung thinks the view is marvelous. Creamy pussy around hard cock. Juices everywhere and wet sounds filling the audio. Your ass jiggling as it lands on Jungkook’s thick thighs, forcing them to shake just as much.
"So hot, it’s so goddamn hot", he groans, feeling mesmerised. He won’t forget this evening for a long time. That much is sure.
He decides to film your faces for a change. Jungkook as he lies there completely blissed out with furrowed brows and his parted lips oh so swollen. And you, pinning him down with a dark look. One you change to Taehyung as you feel him beside you.
The smirk you give the camera makes his knees wobble. You’re so obviously aware of how good you look fucking. You retort your eyes back to Jungkook, gripping him by his chin.
"Open your eyes, toy", you order darkly and Jungkook can’t help but obey.
He notices the camera on him instantly, feeling his sanity slip. He can’t believe that this is getting captured. That there will always be proof of how completely fucked you got him.
"Now look into the camera and tell everyone who fucks you that well."
"Mistress", he croaks, "Mistress fucks me that well. Oh god, ah", Jungkook gets out, struggling afterwards. With everything. Keeping his eyes open, not shaking, keeping quiet. Jungkook is struggling oh so much.
"That's not enough. Say my fucking name."
Jungkook furrows his brows in desperation, eyes filling with tears.
"Say it."
"___", he croaks, lips beginning to tremble, "___ fucks me that well."
"Good boy", you say rewarding him by forcing his jaw apart to stuff his mouth with your fingers.
Jungkook mewls, arching his back. The grip around your hand has faltered ever since you grabbed his chin, now completely breaking apart as he grips your hips in pure desperation. He digs his fingers into your flesh with such strength that you can feel the marks forming deep under your skin. They will feel so tender in the days to come, but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it. Because those sensitive spots mean you've fucked Jungkook just as he deserves to be fucked.
You thrust your fingers in and out of his mouth in sync with the movements of your hips. Jungkook gags and gurgles, moans vibrating against your fingers and chin covered in his drool. His cock is hard, throbbing inside of you aggressively. His thighs are trembling, barely managing to keep pressing together. His stomach so tense that his muscles ache.
"You're getting fucked so good", you taunt, smirking darkly, "all of your little holes. Fucked so well by me."
"Oh my god", Taehyung whispers, earning himself a look from you.
"That's right", you say, "I'm your fucking god."
Jungkook mewls, writhing underneath you. Taehyung almost drops the camera, moaning when you grip his chin and tug him close. Your fingers stay inside Jungkook’s mouth, your hips begin drawing circles for now.
"You haven’t forgotten that, have you? Pretty boy", you rasp, running your thumb over his lips.
"No", Taehyung croaks.
"Then show me and fucking say my name."
"My goddess ___", Taehyung moans, chasing your lips with shaky knees. Truth be told, he is currently filming the mattress. You are just way too hot to concentrate on anything other than you.
"Perfect", you smile, slipping your fingers out of Jungkook’s mouth.
"Goddess ___", he croaks, earning your attention again all to Taehyung's demise who craves your kiss.
"You perfect boy", you praise, grabbing a bundle of his bangs just to tug them back.
"Fuck ___", Taehyung is begging, placing his hand on your lower stomach.
You speed your hips up again, placing your hand on Jungkook’s chest.
"See that? Pretend I'm not even here he told us and now look at him begging", you tell Jungkook, who quite frankly takes in nothing you say. He is too far gone in his heaven. You fuck so fucking good.
"I'm sorry, I can’t anymore. Please", Taehyung tries.
"And what should I do about that? Can’t you see I'm busy fucking Kook?"
"Touch me please."
"Touch yourself."
Taehyung tries, mewling painfully. He trembles, dropping his hard cock to grip your arm instead.
"Please my goddess, it’s not enough."
"Fix the camera first and maybe then we can talk."
Taehyung works quickly, placing the camera back on his bag and giving view to his naked ass seconds later when he crawls back to you and Jungkook.
"Good boy. Now I wanna change positions."
Jungkook peels his eyes open, "what you wanna do?" he asks breathily.
"I wanna lie on you as Taehyung slips inside too."
"Huh?" "What?"
The two men blurt out at the same time.
"Obviously, I’m not gonna miss out on getting DPed", you say nonchalantly.
"Holy fuck ___", Taehyung says, lips parting in shock.
"What he said", Jungkook says.
"Is that a yes from both?"
Taehyung nods his head vigorously.
"I'm so down. What the fuck?" Jungkook agrees.
And so it happens that he helps you climb off his lap and then rest yourself on top of him with your back against his chest and your feet on each side of his thighs. Taehyung crawls on top of Jungkook’s lap watching with blown out pupils as he let his cock disappear in your pussy.
"Fuck baby", Jungkook moans, burying his face in your neck as his arms wrap themselves around you, "so tight, fuck."
"So good", you moan, tensing up when you suddenly feel fingers on your pussy.
Taehyung, now running his long fingers up and down your pussy until landing on your clit.
"Yes", you moan, tilting your head back, "don’t stop."
Taehyung shakes his head even if you can’t see it, getting on his knees to shimmy closer.
He keeps his left hand busy with your pussy, playing with your clit, while his right hand outlines his cock with your stuffed pussy.
"Are you sure?" he checks in one last time.
"So sure. Kook?" you say.
"So sure", Jungkook agrees as well.
Taehyung starts off by rubbing his cockhead up and down the parts of Jungkook’s cock which can't fill you up. He outlines his balls as well, thinking to himself that Jungkook feels so goddamn hard and swollen. Afterwards he runs his tip through your folds, circling your clit with it. You are so soft and hot against him.
"Don't tease", you warn.
Taehyung brings his fingers back to your clit, rubbing her just how you like it. He agrees with you. No more teasing. Not when the thought of sharing your pussy with Jungkook is haunting him. He presses his tip against your entrance and pushes gently.
"Oh", you let out.
Jungkook hugs you tightly, trailing his kisses up to your ear.
"Love you", he whispers, "love you so much."
"Love you…too, fuck Taehyung just do it, don’t hold back."
“Really? It’ll stretch you a lot.”
“Really. Do it.”
Taehyung pushes again finally slipping past the biggest hurdle with the help of his finger. He stuck it into you, easing the slip inside. Now his cock is gliding right into you, tickling his finger while painting utter bliss on your features.
"Holy fuck", you press out, trembling in surprise.
Taehyung slips his finger free, finally allowing his cock to press against Jungkook’s.
"Tae", Jungkook moans, turning his head just to look at the other man. The latter seems just as surprised by the sensation as Jungkook, staring at him with widened eyes. There is so much pressure on their cocks, so much friction and warmth.
"That's insane", he croaks, moving his hips the slightest bit.
You all twitch in surprise, shaking simultaneously.
"What the hell?" you croak, saying what everyone was thinking.
"How are you doing? Too much?" Taehyung makes sure because he has the perfect view of how stuffed you are. And goddamn, are you stuffed and stretched out, pussy hugging both their cocks as if it was meant to do.
"It's fucking incredible. Holy shit, I’m so stuffed", you moan, arching your back.
“That’s so hot, holy shit”, Taehyung rasps, swirling his hips, “is that good?”
“So good”, you and Jungkook say at the same time.
“Yeah? And that?” he asks, wrapping his hands around your legs to lift them and throw them over his shoulders.
“Ah!” you scream out, kicking Taehyung’ back accidentally, "Tae!"
Jungkook wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you steady now that you are truly lying on top of him. Fuck, he loves your weight on him. It cuts off his air just enough that his head is pounding in pleasure.
“How’s that? How’s fucking that?” Taehyung chants, rolling his hips back and forth slowly and going oh so deep in the process.
“I can’t, oh god”, you croak, digging your nails into Jungkook’s lower arm, “don’t stop.”
“Shit, it’s so hot”, Taehyung growls, grinding his teeth in concentration, “so fucking hot.”
“Yeah”, Jungkook agrees, going crossed-eyed behind his closed lids. He can’t do a lot, not when he has to make sure that you don’t fall from his body. So he has to leave all the moving to Taehyung and he is doing an incredible job. Jungkook can feel every inch of Taehyung’s big cock rubbing right against his. His frenulum piercing grinds into him too, forcing bolts of electricity through his frenulum each time he reaches it. And to top it all off, your hot walls are squeezing around their dicks so much, adding pressure to the entire fuck. He can’t believe you are taking two cocks up your pussy.
Jungkook lets his left hand slide down to your lower stomach, feeling for their cocks. He finds them instantly.
“Shit, your belly’s bulging”, he rasps against your ear, “Mistress, your pussy’s so stuffed. I can feel how we move inside you.”
You whimper, reaching behind yourself to twist his hair.
“Is it nice for you?” he asks.
“Ye”, you get out, tensing your toes. You can’t talk right now. You are completely dumb. Nothing but a hole getting fucked. This is insane. You thought that having Jungkook finger you while he fucks you, would prepare you for having two actual dicks up your pussy, but you were wrong. This is a million times more intense, stilling an insatiable hunger inside of you, you didn’t even know you possessed.
“You look so sexy like this”, Taehyung says, gawking at your face obsessively. He is holding your legs safely, fingers leaving nail marks on your skin. He is convinced that he never saw your face contorted so much. You look high, perhaps even completely gone already, “am I doing good, my goddess? Do you like the tempo?”
“Love…it”, you get out, letting your hand slip to your clit. You roll quick circles on it, wailing up in pleasure instantly.
“Oh god so tight”, Jungkook croaks, throwing his head back as best as possible, “I can’t do this for long. Slow Tae, please.”
“I am slow”, Taehyung throws back, “be less sensitive, will you?”
“I can’t, you’re both so good”, Jungkook whines, squeezing your waist oh so tightly while his hand presses into your belly. Like this he forces your swollen g-spot to rub against Taehyung’s cock so intensely that your voice comes out high-pitched and shaky. The pressure around their cocks intensifies, your pussy feels like bursting, your finger in your clit speeds up.
Words cease to exist completely between the three of you, all there is left are the wet sounds of their cocks frotting inside of you and the needy moans you all let out. Not that there is a lot to talk about. This right here is stealing the sanity of all of you. Jungkook because he is beneath you, air flow minimised and cock squeezed tightly. Taehyung because he gets to fuck you, hands kneading your trembling thighs and cock grinding into both of you. And you because you are getting fucked open and stretched out and because quite frankly you are this close to cumming like you have never done before.
“Are you close? You’re throbbing”, Taehyung asks you, making you nod and whimper.
“Shit Mistress, that’s so hot”, Jungkook croaks, pressing his hand closer. He can feel it too. Your pulse is racing in your tummy, your walls are convulsing around him.
Taehyung rolls his hips deeper, grinding his swollen tip over your favourite spot. The knot bursts instantly. You scream up, shaking violently and making Jungkook work hard to hold you safely.
“It’s gonna be fine, it’s okay”, Taehyung soothes you, holding your kicking legs while his hips are stilling. You are clenching so much that moving becomes impossible.
“Move, fucking move”, you croak.
Taehyung follows, moving into you deeply and so slow even if it is so hard and difficult. He is so close. Jungkook too. Both of them trembling.
Your voice cracks, your mouth rips open. You become even tighter, orgasm taking over your entire body.
“Fuck baby, you’re cumming so hard”, Jungkook croaks.
“So fucking hard”, Taehyung agrees, watching with blown-out pupils as your pussy weeps and squirts all over their frotting cocks. She is pulsating so much, looking so swollen and sensitive. And she is. You have no idea what kind of noises leave you or if you are still alive, but holy fuck. You are floating oh so far away.
In your writhing and convulsing, you manage to squeeze their cocks out of you, spilling the last of your pleasure all over Jungkook’s thighs.
“Oh god, back please”, the latter begs, arching his back as best as your weight allows him too.
You can’t hear him and honestly, you won’t be truly present for the next few moments, floating in the fuzzy feel good emotions of your intense high.
Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s cock and squeezes it against his own, moving his big hand around them quickly.
“Hyung”, Jungkook keens, trying and failing to look at Taehyung.
“Relax Kook, hyung’ll make us cum”, Taehyung is struggling with his words, gawking at their cocks in his hand.
“Hyung”, Jungkook sobs, “hyung please.”
“I know Kook, I know feels good. Your cock’s so hard, you close Kook?”
“So close.”
“Not long anymore, hyung’s close too”, Taehyung assures him, speeding up his hand. He is thankful that his fingers are so long and that his hand is so big. Their cocks fit so nicely into his palm that they both get the perfect stimulation.
“Hyung now”, Jungkook squeaks, holding your waist for support, “please hyung.”
“You’re so noisy. That’s so cute. Cum for me, Kook.”
Jungkook wails and breaks, trembling underneath you as he climaxes all over you and Taehyung.
“There we go, fuck you’re cumming all over her pussy”, Taehyung rasps, furrowing his brows, “Kook, I’m…cum-ah”, Taehyung breaks, throwing his head back as his orgasm washes over him. He pumps his condom full of his white cream, fucking into his hand and therefore prolonging Jungkook’s high to the point where the younger man writhes in the agony of being overstimulated.
Taehyung stops fucking when Jungkook is one second away from passing out from overstimulation. He drops their creamed cocks and falls on the mattress belly first.
Jungkook lets go of you, your body slips off of him instantly, landing right between their bodies with your limbs in weird positions.
The camera captures the three of you panting and wheezing for air while your bodies lie limb and lifelessly. The three of you will laugh at that part during the times you rewatch your little movie and you will talk about how close to death each of you felt back then.
“I’m dead”, you whisper.
“Same”, the boys say at the same time.
Taehyung is drooling on the mattress, feeling his heartbeat in his balls. He is seriously spent.
Jungkook somehow manages to roll to his side, draping his arm over your tummy and resting his cheek on your chest. He sighs in happiness.
“I don’t think my pussy’s ever gonna close up again.”
They crack up, peeling their eyes open to exchange a cheeky look before gazing up at you.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, “I hope it doesn’t hurt.”
“I’m good, doesn’t hurt. But I’m so gonna be sore tomorrow, what the hell. I don’t think I want sex for the next days, because phew.”
“I seriously can’t believe you wanted us to DP you”, he says.
“Yeah, I was horny.”
“I’m glad you were”, Taehyung says, rolling his head to the side to give you a goofy grin, “this was so hot.”
“It was”, Jungkook throws in.
“Agreed”, you say, “we’ll have to do this again one day and Kook has to be the one moving while Tae’s underneath me.”
“Totally.”
“I’m so down.”
Jungkook drapes his leg around you and squeezes you softly.
“You smell so good, baby”, he mumbles, smooching your chest.
“You too, Kook.”
“Now who’s gonna be the one turning off the camera?” Taehyung throws in.
“You”, Jungkook says.
“Me? Why me?”
“Cause you’re the closest and it’s your camera.”
Taehyung sends Jungkook a pouty look, “you’re so lazy I swear to god. It’s not like I did the entire fucking and made you cum.”
Jungkook grins boyishly, squishing his cheek into your tit.
“I love you hyung”, he coos, making Taehyung roll his eyes.
You snicker, “gosh you two.”
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no but listen, rachel has truly embodied herself as persephone because she's constantly trying to "distance herself" from her past as a medical fetish artist but then keeps the name that's affiliated with her medical fetish art-
Like, I can't believe I never noticed it before tbh, but that was the thought that hit me while I was explaining to someone on reddit what the name "used bandaid" meant and why it was weird that Rachel is STILL using it on her print cover books, even now when she just recently set up a new Facebook account with her REAL NAME and not the used_bandaid penname (I feel like this is an attempt to "legitimize" herself in the industry but idk).
But that leads me into talking about how she keeps lying about LO being her first webcomic project and that really pisses me off. And yes, this is related to the used_bandaid thing, just bear with me here.
A lot of my contempt for this is for reasons that go beyond her, I just hate the notion that people should succeed on their "first try" and that's an idea that's often sold by people like Rachel who spin these grandiose stories of how they were just "trying it out" and suddenly wham! Fame and fortune! You can achieve all this and more if you just xyz!
Literally, in every interview I've found over the past couple years, she always heavily implies that LO was her "first attempt", that she had never used Webtoons prior to LO, and that she was just "dipping her toes" into the medium. None of this is true, she's literally been drawing webcomics since the early 2000's (possibly earlier but the earliest documentation we can find is of The Doctor Pepper Show), LO wasn't even her first webcomic on the Webtoons platform (that goes to The Doctor Foxglove Show which she ended up dumping a chapter in to work on LO almost immediately after starting it on Tumblr) and as much as she'll claim she "couldn't pay anyone to look at her work", she had landed a number of gigs that got her work out there, had been printed in anthology collections, and IIRC she had even won some small local NZ awards for her comics prior to LO. Shit, there was a local beer brand that had her art on its labelling.
But it really feels like she's trying her damn hardest to hide all that, never mentioning or implying that she did anything prior to LO, that she was just a "struggling graphic artist working in retail" until LO happened.
So why keep the penname that's directly affiliated with that past identity ??
It boggles my mind, honestly, especially considering she had gone by MULTIPLE usernames back then, some of which were actually pretty sane that she could have used instead (such as Rach Alex, which she uses in her FB groups, and Rachel Royale).
I wouldn't blame her if she was trying to hide her old medical fetish stuff, whether she didn't want it affiliated with her new LO branding or if she's just embarrassed by it, I can totally empathize with that because god knows I wouldn't be all that proud to show off the cringy shit I got up to during my early days on the Internet. But if she IS embarrassed by it, you'd think the last thing she'd want to keep is the name that's directly affiliated with the thing she's embarrassed by. Almost like a certain pink protagonist who goes by the name she earned after doing the thing she doesn't want to talk about.
But if she ISN'T embarrassed by it, then why lie?
Why paint this picture that LO was a one hit wonder, that she lived on "struggle street" until she found fame and fortune on Webtoons?
Oh right. Because it's a better story.
Because it's way more romantic to be some struggling indie darling who "came from nothing" and achieved fame through one big idea. Because it looks good for the platform who's trying to attract people to their app and website on the promise that you, too, can be a success story simply because you followed the exact same perceived steps that you saw another person follow and advertise.
If you can't tell from my tone, I really fucking hate this kind of disingenuous wish fulfillment advertising. It's manipulative, it's cruel, and it sets people up with expectations far beyond their scope of reaching, both due to the luck and "being in the right place at the right time" involved at best (which is a HUGE factor in stories like these that people never talk about), or through joy-killing comparison at worst when you don't achieve worldwide fame on your first try and wonder why everyone else did (spoiler: they didn't, they just want you to think that because it makes for better headlines and it gets you using whatever product they're affiliated with.)
If Rachel doesn't want to be tied down to her past, that's fine. But it's incredibly irresponsible and flat out cruel to lie about that past existing at all because it sets a horrible precedent to those who look up to her and want what she has.
And I say all that because I've seen what happens to the people starting out who admire these creators who painted the picture that they were just successful right off the bat. It's not a fun headspace to be in, it's robbed many creators like myself and others of their joy in creating, and it's really all just a ploy to get you to spend time and money and energy on a stupid corporate phone app that profits off your emotional investment and labor. Don't fall for it. Pretending like the Act of Wrath didn't happen doesn't remove it from history.
Anyways, I was gonna leave it at that, but then I ended up doing another rabbithole deep dive through her Wayback Machine and found album art she had illustrated for NZ band PorcelainToy. Enjoy this piece of her "dark era" art that still exists without needing to use the Wayback Machine.
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#sorry btw if this seems like a sequel to the post i just made i stg they're not related#this post was written at like 4 am after doing another hyperfixated deep dive#so it's literally just an unfortunate but funny coincidence that it came right after me talking about my own roots LOL#i gotta go to bed i'm getting stabbed with ink tomorrow#lore olympus critical#lo critical#antiloreolympus#anti lore olympus#Youtube
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Maybe you’ve moved on but I gotta ask.
How is de aged Max doing today? What is him and Daniel up to?
I will never have moved on from tiny Max. Never! He has my full and entire heart. I have at least three versions of this entire universe running concurrently in my head at any one time. But today Daniel has to find some clothes and shoes and toys for a newly small Max, and Max still refuses to tell him what he would like to eat for breakfast.
There is a POSSIBILITY that this link shows the stuff I've already posted in chronological order. Will it work on both mobile and browser? Who knows. Anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.
1100 words of de-aged Max:
The woman who comes to deliver Max's Go Small stuff is called Charlotte, she's dressed impeccably, and she obviously thinks she's extremely good with children.
She has, however, met her match in Max, because Max maintains the same stubborn silence he's been giving Daniel all morning. He folds his arms and sits on the sofa in Daniel's hastily washed and dried old Go Small kit, and barely allows Charlotte to measure his feet for some shoes. He does not answer any of her questions, and buries his face in Daniel's side when she has to put his foot in the foot measuring thingy.
Max is not very good in the morning when he's normal sized, but when he's just a baby and he's scared and trying to hide it and he's been up in the middle of the night having adventures with washing machines and unexpected baths and too-big Daniel t-shirts, well. He'd barely consented to eat any breakfast, even after Daniel had gone all out (little bowls of the two different types of cereal he has, another piece of toast with a jam smiley face on it, and then a fuck-it bowl of sweets from his bag of M&S Percy Pigs from when he was in Milton Keynes last month, because Max won't be small for long and he has to eat something). Max had sat at Daniel's table, sleepy and quiet and stubborn and shy, had eaten two bites of toast (avoiding the jam), a handful of cheerios, and three of the sweets. He'd eaten the sweets without taking his eyes off of Daniel's face, which remained creepy. He is absolutely not up for meeting strangers in Daniel's living room who do strange things like deposit bags and boxes in the doorway and then ask to measure his feet.
"What kind of shoes would you like, Max?" Charlotte asks, which seems like a stupid question to ask given that Max has given her exactly zero interactions since she arrived, and he very clearly does not want any shoes at all. "We have red ones, and green ones, and blue ones, and some with pictures on, if you don't want a colour. We have Spider-man, and Pikachu, and—"
For the very first time all day, Max makes a voluntary noise. His gaze darts to Daniel, his eyes bright.
Daniel purposefully softens his smile. "Something there you like the sound of, Maxy-Max? Was it the green ones?"
Max shakes his head no.
"Well, it must be the Spider-man ones, then." He turns to Charlotte, giving her the ghost of a wink. "I think—"
"No," Max says quickly. When he says "Pikachu please," he says it so quickly the words run together, all mixed up like they've just run into a wall and scattered letters everywhere.
"Pikachu, hey?" Daniel says. "That's a very good choice, Maxy-Max."
"They're in the van," Charlotte says, getting to her feet. "I'll go and get them, and some socks to match, maybe? Then we can try them on, make sure they fit nicely."
As she leaves, Max stares wide-eyed up at Daniel. "Pikachu shoes?"
"Pikachu shoes," Daniel agrees. "Pikachu, that's the chicken, right? Cluck-cluck."
"No," Max frowns. "Pikachu is a mouse, Daniel."
"Right," Daniel says, nodding. "The purple mouse, I forgot. Silly Daniel."
"He is yellow," Max says, still frowning. "Pikachu is yellow and he's a mouse and he's the best one. He has a tail that goes like this--" he shapes out a lightning bolt in the air, kind of, and Daniel puts on his best learning face. "He likes ketchup."
"Ohhh," Daniel says. "Like you like tomato soup."
Max's eyes get really wide. He beams.
Daniel rests his chin on his palm. "Do you know anything else about Pokemon? I don't think I know anything. I thought Pikachu was a purple chicken."
Max tells Daniel at least fifteen things about Pokemon before Charlotte comes back brandishing a pair of Pikachu trainers in one hand, and a bag of things to up-sell Daniel in the other. Daniel doesn't bother reviewing them, since they're clearly Pokemon clothes and books and socks and toys, and he's not exactly poor. If Max gets big again today, they can all go to some other Pokemon-obsessed seven year old. He agrees to take them all, even as Max tells him all about Charmander — his tail is on fire, Daniel, but he doesn't set on fire, it is all right, it is just his tail — and Squirtle, who Daniel believes is a horse and Max has to explain is a turtle.
"Of course," Daniel says, as he finishes velcroing Max's Pikachu trainers closed. They're teamed with matching socks. Daniel does not choose to think about what he's just paid for either of them. "Silly me. The horse is the other one, right?"
Max blinks at him like Daniel is extremely stupid. It's the cutest fucking thing Daniel has ever seen in his entire fucking life. He's seen that expression on Max's face before, only more grown up-shaped and usually directed towards the journalist with the stupidest question in any given press session. Right now the full baby force of it is directed towards him.
"Jigglypuff, right?" Daniel says. "The horse?"
"He is not a horse, Daniel," Max says finally. Daniel's stupidity is clearly weighing heavy on him, because when Daniel gets up to say thank you and good bye to Charlotte, he gets up too, complete with new shoes, and hides behind Daniel's hip, hands to Daniel's waistband. He does not say goodbye. Daniel doesn't ask him to, particularly as when he shakes Charlotte's hand, she whispers, got yourself a handful there, and nods towards baby Max.
Daniel is glad that he's standing as a physical shield between her and Max, because right now he feels like he could evolve into some kind of huge fucking terrifying Pokemon if anyone on the planet said anything mean about the scared little boy clutching his t-shirt. "I've got pretty big hands," he says finally, and shuts the door on her.
Then, he turns back around to Max, who's looking down in wonder at his yellow Pikachu trainers and matching socks, his hand still tangled in Daniel's shirt.
"You like your new shoes, Maxy?"
"Yes," Max says, wiggling his toes. "Is she coming back?"
"No," Daniel says, as Max slips his hand into his. Daniel's heart expands about fifteen sizes. "Do you want to look at your new book about flags?"
"A book about flags?" Max asks, blinking.
"Yeah," Daniel says, grabbing the package off the table. "You want to look?"
"Yes, please," Max says, and doesn't let go of Daniel's hand.
[continues here]
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