hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol
-đ anon
oooo yes omg!! thank you đ anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL
MCYT ; "in my baker era"
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, karl jacobs, & cellbit
warnings ; language, mentions of drugs
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'
literally has the widest smile on his face
shows off the goods to the stream
"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"
you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"
bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit
he feeds chat as well dw
TUBBO
"Oh, hi y/n/n. wh- ohmygosh, thank you!"
smiles and gives you a little hug before showing off the goodies to stream & his friends
"look what y/n made me! I can't wait to try these" He smiles looking back at you
"new recipe, tell me if you like them"
"will do!"
he gives you a thumbs up as he shoves his mouth full of the cupcakes
safe to say he's a fan of the birthday cake flavored cupcakes
RANBOO
"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"
does a whole 360 of the plate for chat đđđđ
"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"
"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"
"BAHHAHAHAH"
literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO
he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO
BADLINU
"Hey love- oh, hi!"
all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry
"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate
he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on
it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him
the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing
he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.
there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO
QUACKITY
"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"
does a 360 of the plate for the camera
"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"
he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO
"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"
"cocaine"
"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"
you're just playing into the bit dw
best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten
CELLBIT
"Hey darling, what's up?"
you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like đđ
turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"
he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions
like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc
he shares it with you too đđ«¶
NIHACHU
"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"
"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"
she holds that little glass like it's her child
she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"
shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too
"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"
"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"
FOOLISH GAMERS
when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.
"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"
literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down
"since when do you make fudge??"
"since I wanted to try" you shrug
"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"
"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"
KARL JACOBS
"Hi babe! Oh my God, thank you!!"
literally jumping around
you made him a chocolate cake, and the icing was multicolored and you made sure to make it like karl themed basically
it was so cute omg
"guys!! look what they made me, I love my partner so fucking much!"
gives you multiple kisses before he gulps it down lmaooo
SLIMECICLE
"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"
does a 360 for stream
"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"
"special treat" you shrug
you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it đ
he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff đ«¶đ«¶
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Everyday I'm Shufflin'
Joel Miller x Fem Reader
Summary: Joel is shocked, horrified, disgusted, and absolutely appalled to learn you, an adult, cannot shuffle a deck of cards. He makes it his mission to teach you in a rather unconventional way đđ„đÂ
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smutttt, kind of soft dom! Joel (yâall know the fuckin drill, but this is like the softest soft dom), oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, undefined age gap, unprotected PIV sex, Joel is a sweetie honestly, loosely proofread bc I was so excited to get it out to you guys.
Word Count: 6k (oops)
A/N: Dumb title I knowâŠbut listen. I know Iâm touching on this particular theme/idea of card shuffling in my story Sweetest Perfection (which Iâm unsure of when I will finish lol) but omg ladiesâŠI was playing Gin Rummy with my man a few nights ago and he tried to teach me how to shuffle a deck of cards. I have never been so turned on watching him do something so simple. His hands were so skillful, his voice was so smooth and comforting. So thank you J â€ïž I love you!! (If he ever finds my writing I will drive off a fucking cliff)Â
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How you learned to shuffle a deck of cards was ratherâŠunorthodox. To say the least.Â
It started with a game of Gin Rummy.Â
Joel read once long ago that when shuffling a deck of cards, it is statistically more than likely that the particular order of shuffled cards never existed before and will never exist again.Â
Joel had played enough games of Solitaire by himself and shuffled enough cards over the past twenty-odd years that he was sure he beat that statistic. What else is there to do when youâre bored as shit in the apocalypse?
It was safe to say Joel was more than sick of Solitaire. So one morning at breakfast, he invited you to join him for a few games of cards. Nothinâ fancy, he said.Â
You said yes, of course. Joel Miller was distant, reserved. Standoffish, even. But he seemed to have a soft spot for you.
He noticed you sitting alone at dinner about a year and a half ago. He was alone too, Ellie usually ate with Dina. She was too cool for him, he guessed. You looked quite a few years younger than him and looked bored and lonely, nudging and poking at the food on your plate. It made him feel sad.Â
The next day, you were alone again. And the day after. And the day after that. On day five when he found you sitting alone, he decided to make his move. Instead of going to his usual spot at the end of the banquet tables, he sat across from you.Â
You looked at him with your eyebrows raised in confusion. âCan I help you?â
He didnât think it through. He had no idea what to say, no idea how to make conversation. How to explain why he was sitting there. âI just, uh. My juvenile delinquent ditched me. Just wanted some company. Iâm sorry, this was dumb,â his voice was gruff and low as he reached for his plate and began to stand up. âIâll leave ya alone.â
âNo, no. Stay,â you corrected yourself. âI didnât mean to come off rude or anything, you just surprised me. Joel, right? Tommyâs brother?â
He nodded yes. You gave him your name and held out your hand. âNice to meet you, Joel,â
âYou as well, darlinâ,â he took your hand in his and gave it a firm shake. His hand was warm and calloused.
And thatâs how it started. You hit it off completely. Conversation was slow and awkward at first, but eventually it began to flow naturally. Joel was older, but the type of person you could talk to for hours. Like when you talk about your favorite food or movie and hours later youâre laughing about something random and obscure, and you wonder to yourself how you even ended up on that subject. You met for breakfast and dinner every day.Â
âSo Iâve got a proposal for you, darlinâ,â he said, taking a bite of his buttered toast.Â
âPray tell, Mr. Miller!â you requested, a curious tone in your voice.Â
âIâm sick of solitaire. Been playinâ it every damn day for too long now. Come over for cards tonight?â
You paused, pressing your lips in a thin line. Card games werenât really your thing. You remember Tommy and Maria and how they tried to teach you euchre a while back. It didnât end well, you left with a migraine and no understanding of how to play euchre. But there were a few games you enjoyed. âDepends. Itâs not euchre, is it?â
âNope. Thatâs four players, sweetheart,â he informed.Â
âPoker? Because I donât know that one either,â
Joel rolled his eyes. Heâd have to teach you that one sometime. âNo, not poker,â he chuckled when you let out a sigh of relief. âTell you what, weâll do any game you want. Iâm just sick of playinâ with myself,'' Joel balked, then winced at his poor word choice. He absolutely did not mean to say that.Â
Your eyes widened in amusement at his silly word mishap. Now that must be a sight for sore eyes, Joel playing with himself. You tried to push the image out of your mind, but it was nearly impossible. You spent many nights with your hand between your thighs, picturing Joel naked and moaning on top of you. Or under you. Or behind you. Sometimes all three. The truth was, you needed Joel badly. Like, desperately. âTired of playing with yourself, huh?â you teased with a smile and a playful glint in your eyes.
Joel pouted, the slightest tint of rosiness blooming on his cheeks. You idiot, he scolded himself silently. âShut up, smartass. Are you cominâ over or not?â
âDuh. Ellie gonna be there?âÂ
âProbably not. Itâll be just us, most likely. Is that alright?â
âYeah, of course,â you smiled. Finally, real alone time with Joel. Maybe tonight you could make your move. You hoped that Joel thought about you too. You caught his lingering stares, picked up on his cautious flirting. He could be so sweet and so charming, it had to be because he liked you too, right? But he was from Texas, so maybe it was just his southern gentlemanliness. Either way, it was worth a shot.Â
âLetâs meet here for dinner like usual, and then we can go over to my place. That work?â
You smiled and nodded, trying to keep cool. Excitement was bubbling in the pit of your stomach.Â
âThen itâs a date,âÂ
A date!!
After breakfast, you went home and spent most of the day picking out a cute outfit for the evening. You went through nearly every piece of clothing in your possession, eventually settling for your favorite pair of jeans, a tank top, and a zip up hoodie. Casual.
Dinner came and went as normal. Joel was dressed as his usual self. A dark red flannel and some jeans that hugged his ass a little too nicely. You shared a good conversation, and when you finished eating, Joel took your dishes away and then met you at the door.Â
You walked side by side until you got to his home. It was cozy and inviting, Ellieâs drawings displayed prominently on the walls. Little tchotchkes and knick knacks here and there. A few old pictures, old books and magazines. His weathered deck of Bicycle playing cards sat in the middle of the dining room table.Â
Joel pulled out a seat for you and brought you a glass of water. He sat right next to you on the other side of the table. âSo,â he started, reaching for the deck. He split the cards in two, braced his fingers along their sides and ran his thumbs from bottom to top. The cards fell in a swift and staggering motion. Effortlessly, he brought the cards up and bent them into an arch, letting them fall. âWhat card game we playin?â
âI was thinking we could play Gin Rummy?â you asked sweetly.
âGood choice,â he replied. He had some other games in mind, but couldnât say no to your request. Joel dealt the cards expertly, quickly placing ten cards each in front of yourselves. The thwap thwap thwap of the cards hitting the table was such a pleasant noise. You loved how skillfully he moved his hands.Â
You brought your cards to yourself, doing your best to sort them into different groups. Unfortunately, Joel gave you the shittiest hand he possibly could have. This would be a swift game, you assumed.
Joel snickered when he sorted his cards. By the looks of it, he already had the beginnings of a few good sets and melds. âGonna kick your ass, darlinâ,â
You grumbled in response. Joel flipped the first card up, motioning for you to make your choice. You couldnât do much with it, so you passed. Joel took it, then discarded one of his own.
You were right. The game went by quickly. Within minutes of playing, Joel showed you his hand. He had, in fact, kicked your ass. He was smiling and giggling and bragging, almost how a child would. You loved the way his eyes sparkled and the crinkles that framed them just so. He was too handsome for his own good.
He took your cards and placed them neatly in with the rest of the deck, then placed the deck in front of you. âYour turn to deal. Weâre playinâ again,â
âGood. Itâs about time I deal. You gave me the crappiest hand you possibly couldâve!â you laughed.
âYeah, yeah. I purposely gave you a shitty hand because I need to rig the game in order to win. Or maybe Iâm just better than you,â he taunted with a smile. He could be such a sarcastic prick at times. You rolled your eyes in response and Joel pointed to the cards. âDeal for me now, sweetheart.âÂ
This is when all hell broke loose.Â
You took the cards in your hand, doing an awkward shuffle. Moving some cards sporadically here and there and mixing them on the table. It wasnât the prettiest way to shuffle cards, but it worked. Right?
No, not right. Not according to Joel.Â
His jaw dropped, eyes squinted and his brow furrowed. He is completely and utterly appalled. Disgusted. Horrified. Offended. âWhat the fuck is the matter with you? What are you doing to my cards?!â
You stopped your actions. âWhat?â you asked worriedly.
âMy cards! Thatâs how youâre shufflinâ them? Is this some kind of joke?â his southern accent intensified with his anger.
You looked down at his cards. None were bent or damaged in any way. âJoel, itâs fine,â you chided. âYouâre so dramatic.â
âNo, it is not fine. You mean to tell me this is how you shuffle cards?â
âYeah, so?â
Joel scoffed. âUnacceptable,â he takes the cards from you, huffing and puffing as he sorts them into a neat stack. âYouâre an adult. Do it the right way.â
You give it your best shot. Trying to picture the way he shuffled, you mimic his finger placement and drop the cards, sliding your thumbs along the top edges. They donât stagger nicely, however. They kind of plop on top of each other in groups.Â
Joel sighs in disappointment. He takes them from you in a sharp motion. âGive me those,â he grumbles. âYou donât know how to shuffle?â You shake your head no. âGonna teach you, then.â
He splits the deck in two, then faces the cards so theyâre mirroring each other, just like before. âLike this, darlinâ,â he starts. âYou place your pinkie, middle, and ring fingers at the far end. Pointer is bent at the knuckle on top, thumbs at the close end,â He shows you his hand placement, turning the cards so you can see all angles. âSee?â
Joel is rambling about hand placement and how to move your thumbs. But you canât help it. Youâre practically salivating watching him move his fingers so skillfully. As heâs explaining how to slide your thumbs slowly up the cards, youâre picturing his thumb on your hot center, slowly sliding up your folds.Â
âYou try now,â he sets the deck down in front of you.Â
Shit. You canât remember a thing about what he told you. He helps you move your fingers properly and you freeze, your brain is short circuiting. His fingers are pure electricity on top of yours.Â
You take a breath and try again. Somehow, itâs worse than before.Â
âNo, like this,â Joel takes the cards and begins rambling about the cards again. Now youâre watching his middle three fingers, wondering how they would feel inside you. How would they stretch you, how would they move? Heâs so fucking good at this. It turns you on.Â
Joel says something, but you donât answer. He looks at you, noticing your glazed eyes. Youâre on another planet. âAre you even listening to me?â
âWhat?â he breaks your trance. You meet his eyes, his eyebrows are raised and he looks rather irritated with you. âYeah, yeah. Sorry,â you smile sheepishly.
âWhatâd I say?â
âYou said,â you begin, trailing off when you canât think of a good lie. He caught you, you werenât listening at all. You couldnât repeat a single one of his instructions.
âIâm sorry, am I boring you?â Joelâs words are bitter and he feels upset. He thought this would be a nice way to spend some alone time with you, and you couldnât give less of a shit about tonight. Itâs jarring, he didnât expect this from you and it stings him.Â
âNo! Of course not, Joel. Iâm sorry,â Oops. Probably shouldnât have been fantasizing about what his fingers could do to you. Rookie mistake, thatâs the first rule of learning to shuffle a deck of cards! Never fantasize about your teacherâs fingers!Â
âThen what is it?â
You hem and haw, rattling off whatever you can think of to answer him. Heâs not satisfied and you can see it. His brow is flat and he wears a frown of disappointment. Â
âQuit lyinâ. If youâre bored, just say so. Wonât hurt my feelings,â Lies. Joelâs heart is crumbling at the thought of you being bored of game night. Heâd actually been planning on inviting you for a while, and finally gathered the courage today.Â
 âIâm having fun with you,â you stammer for a second, âI promise.â
âYeah. Seems like it,â
You groan and bury your head in your hands. Thereâs no way out of this. You have to tell him whatâs really going on. âFine, Joel. You want the truth?â
âYes, I do. Enlighten me,â he deadpans.Â
âFine,â you inhale and close your eyes, mentally preparing for the humiliation youâre about to inflict upon yourself. âYour fingers. Your hands. The way you move, the way youâre so good at this. Itâs sexy, okay? I canât fucking focus.â
Joelâs in disbelief that he heard you correctly. When the words finally register, a smirk curls up on his lips. He feels a little guilty for accusing you of not caring. But then again, he never would have thought shuffling cards would be a turn on for a woman. Poor thing, he thinks. Youâre not bored, youâre just hot and bothered. Itâs no wonder you canât focus. âYou think Iâm sexy?â
You stare at the cards, avoiding his stare. God, this is embarrassing. âYeah, of course,â
âOf course, huh?â he taunts you with a shit eating grin. âMy fingers are gettinâ you all worked up, is that right?â
You finally build the courage to look up. Thereâs no animosity or malice in his gaze, just amusement. Your confidence is beginning to return. âThatâs right,â you reply with a whisper.Â
âWow. My fingers gettinâ you all hot and bothered and Iâve never even touched you,â he teases. âThatâs whatâs goinâ on in that pretty head of yours? Youâre thinkinâ about me touchinâ you?â
You nod. âHow could I not? I always do,â
âOh darlinâ, how you flatter me,â He pauses, thinking. Joel gets a twisted idea then, and places the cards in front of you. âTell you what, sweet thing. You shuffle those cards real nice for me, Iâll use my fingers on you. Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
âYes Joel, please,â you rasp out. You took the scenic route to get there, but the night is finally headed in the direction you had hoped for.Â
Joel makes it look so easy. Just focus a little harder, and youâll do it. You split the deck in two, mirror the cards, place your fingers properly, andâ
Plop plop. Plop.Â
The deck splits in large chunks with a few single cards falling near the end. You exhale in frustration.
âCome on now, sweetheart. You want me to touch you, right?â Joelâs wearing a twisted smirk, so smug and cocky. âWhatâre you screwinâ around for?â
Joel loves teasing his partners, he loves building up tension so palpable that it could be sliced with a knife.Â
You glare at him. Youâll show him. It canât be that fucking hard to shuffle a damn deck of cards. You repeat the shuffling motion, failing again.
You grunt at the deck of cards, wishing you could make them burst into flames. You try again, and fail. Yet again.Â
You try again. Fail.
And again. Fail.
And again. Fail.Â
Focusing is becoming increasingly difficult with the throbbing growing stronger at the apex of your thighs.Â
You huff indignantly, slamming the cards on the table. âFuck this,â
âHey, now. If youâdâve just listened to me youâd get it right by now,â Joel steps out of his chair and hovers behind you, then motions for you to begin again. He places his hands over yours, separating them a little. âHands are too close together, darlinâ. Thatâs why the cards arenât falling right. Now try.â
You steady your breath, focusing on the cards. You slide your thumbs up the edges slowly and watch the cards stagger perfectly. The pitter patter of each card hitting the other is the most beautiful and relieving sound youâve ever heard. You gasp, amazed that you finally did it.Â
Joel opens his mouth to praise you, but you interrupt him by practically leaping out of your chair and into his arms. Without thinking, you grab his face and press your lips to his, kissing him hard and fast. Your lips slide sloppily against his and your teeth click together every so often.Â
Your hands leave his face and furiously unbutton your jeans and you grab his hand, shoving it down the front of your pants. You moan when his fingers reach your center.Â
Joelâs instinct is to tease you some more, but youâve done that to yourself enough already. Itâs evident by the river flowing between your thighs. You gasp when drags his middle and ring fingers up and down your seam.Â
âYou poor thing,â he whispers into your lips. âFuckinâ needed this, hm?â
You donât answer him, you canât. You just whimper into his mouth. His strong nose presses against your cheek and his lips are soft against yours. His calloused fingers paint steady circles against your clit and his other arm is around your waist, holding you tightly against him. He can feel your knees beginning to buckle and he relishes in the way youâre unraveling, just for him.Â
He parts from you and removes his hand from your pussy. You let out a cry of frustration at the loss. âI know, darlinâ,â he sympathizes.
 He sits on his chair and pulls you close to him by your hips, then tugs your jeans down your thighs. He motions for you to take them off the rest of the way and then guides you to sit in his lap, your back flush against his chest. He pushes his hand down the front of your panties and returns it to your pussy, circling your clit once more before pushing two fingers inside your wet heat, curling upwards and hitting the spot that makes your thighs tremble. His hot breath tickles your ear and sends a shiver down your spine. âDid so good, baby. So good for me,âÂ
A strangled moan gets caught in your throat. His fingers feel incredible, stretching you out and pressing into you.Â
He loves the wet squelching sound of your pussy, he loves the way your head is resting on his shoulder, your lips pressing into his neck as you whimper sweet nothings into his skin. His other arm is wrapped tight around your body and he squeezes your breasts in his big hand, pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. âGod, you donât take much at all do you? So sensitive, just for me,â
His cock is hard beneath you, poking through his jeans and into your back. He desperately wants to be touched, wants to take this further and fuck you hard and deep. But not yet.Â
âJoel, I want more now,â you whine, feeling heat deep in the pit of your stomach.Â
âYou want to come now, sweetheart? Come all over my fingers?â he nudges your thighs farther apart and you open up deeper for him. He removes his hand from your breasts and trails it down your body, beginning gentle circles on your clit while the fingers on his other hand continue curling into you.Â
âPlease,â you cry. Youâre so noisy, heâs thankful youâre screaming into his bad ear.Â
ââCourse, baby. You can let go. Itâs okay,â he coos. If only you could see his devilish smirk and know what twisted idea heâs conjuring up in his head.Â
With his permission, you let yourself go. Your face and chest flush and your muscles squeeze around his fingers erratically. âFuck, fuck, Joel,â you moan. Joel continues his work on your pussy as you ride out your high. Itâs a delicate orgasm, soft and gentle. It feels wonderful, but you need more.Â
With shallow breaths, you compose yourself and turn to face him. You press kisses to his lips and his jaw and down his throat. Then, on your knees, you reach for his belt buckle.Â
âWhat d'ya think youâre doinâ, sweetheart?â he questioned you, his voice taunting and playful. He grabs your hands and holds them tightly to stop you.Â
âWhat do you mean? Iâm going down on you,â you reply, baffled by his question. âThen weâre gonna fuck.â
âAh, ah,â he tuts. âNo weâre not.â
âWeâre not?â
âNo. I never said Iâd fuck you. I told you Iâd use my fingers on you,â Of course, he knew you thought this would go farther. But Joel revels in teasing a woman, making her beg and cry for him before finally giving in.Â
You scoff in disdain. âBut I wanted more,â you complain.Â
âI know you did, baby. If you want my cock, you have to work for it. You didnât shuffle the cards right,â he tells you plainly, as if it was so obvious. âShuffle the cards right and Iâll fuck you.â
You raise your eyebrows. âYes, I did. You watched me,â
âI did watch you, and you didnât do it right. Have to finish with the bridge fall, sweetheart. Or else youâll bend my cards and Iâll be real upset with you,â he explains, feigning sympathy for you. âIâd have to punish you. And you really donât want that, baby. So why donât you be a good girl now, shuffle those cards the right way so I can fuck you real nice, just how you wanted.â his voice is dark and low and serious, you love the gravelly rumble coming from deep in his chest. âDo that for me?â
You love the threat. One day youâll have to bend his cards, just to see what heâd do to you. But you have bigger concerns at the present moment.Â
You take a step back to your seat and sit, the cold wood of your chair is refreshing on the hot and sweaty skin of your thighs. You grab the deck, separate it, and take a deep breath in and let it out. You move your hands apart just a touch, just as Joel instructed earlier. And you let the cards fall into place.Â
With your hands now holding the shuffled cards, you try your best to maneuver them into falling into place. It doesnât go as planned, the cards flop backwards and scatter all over the table.Â
Joel bites back a smile, a teasing glint in his eyes. âHavinâ trouble?â
âNo. I can do it,âÂ
You try again. Split the deck, run your thumbs up the edge of the cards andâ
The cards fall in chunky groups, not quite the elegant shuffle Joel was looking for. Oops. Fucked that one up. Not to worry, youâll just try again.Â
This time you shuffle correctly, attempt the bridge fall once more and fail. Again. You hear the clink of Joelâs belt buckle fall and watch him unzip his pants and pull out his cock. Itâs hard and the tip is blushed as he begins to stroke himself. âBetter get it together, darlinâ. Iâm gettinâ tired of waiting on you,âÂ
You glare at him silently.Â
You steady yourself and try again. And fail. Fucking again. Joel lets out a low whistle and spits into his hand, then brings it to his cock again. His fist is moving up and down his shaft and he shrugs at you, as if to say âSorry, sweetheart. Canât help itâ. This is a delightfully unique change of pace, he thinks. Heâs not doing a thing to work you up, your pleasure and release is all dependent on yourself alone.
Alright. Once more, this time with feeling.Â
Fail.
You try and try and try again, failing each time. Your fingers are exhausted and your palms are sweaty, causing you to slip up. And Joelâs sitting there, playing with his cock and not saying a thing. Youâre so beyond irritated, completely tired of this torturous bullshit.
Tears of frustration well in your eyes and spill out and down your cheeks. This is fucking agonizing. You ignore your tears, hoping that if you donât acknowledge them Joel wonât either. You try again. Nothing. You let out a cry in dissatisfaction.
âI know, baby. Youâre tryinâ so hard,â Joel whispered earnestly. You just let out a dry laugh. âYou are,â he continued. âTake a deep breath, focus for me. You got it.â
You shuffle the cards, set up the arch. âEasy, now. Lift up one thumb, let the cards fall. You can do it, baby,â
You do as youâre told, lifting up your left thumb slowly. You canât believe your eyes as you watch the spill neatly into each other. Fucking finally.
You drop the cards and let them scatter slightly on the table. In a rush, you leap to Joel and drop to your knees, not even caring about the way the hard floor makes your knees ache. You swat his hand away from his cock and part your lips over the tip, feeling him slide past your tongue and down your throat.Â
In your fantasies, youâd tease him with your tongue a little. Make him want you, need you. But not here, not now. Youâre hungry for his cock and want to waste no time with him. You savor the way his cock feels so smooth and soft in your mouth, the slightly salty flavor of his skin. Itâs all soâŠJoel.Â
Even Joel was surprised by how eager you were. He gasped when you took him into his mouth, but quickly relaxed as you began your pace. You gripped his denim clad thigh in one hand and brought the other to the base of his length, twisting and pumping it as you bobbed your head. You hummed and moaned against him.Â
âWow, darlinâ. Someoneâs excited,â he mumbles.Â
You look at him with big doe eyes and offer a wink in response. Joel lets you continue for a while more. He loves how enthusiastic you are, sucking and stroking him like itâs all youâve ever wanted to do. It brings him close to the edge.Â
He taps your cheek a couple times, encouraging you to hop off of him. Your lips are puffy and red, spit dribbling down your chin. He grabs you by your arms and shoves you against the table, then pushes the cards out of the way. You watch and giggle as they clatter on the ground in a big mess. He was so protective of those same cards before, so offended at how you touched them. Now they sat in disarray on the ground. âYour cards,â you breathed with concern.Â
âDonât care,â he mumbled, pulling your panties down your thighs and pushing your back onto the table. He knelt before you and draped your legs over his shoulders, loving the way they weighed him down. âLet me taste you, please,â he rasped out.
You nodded hurriedly. Joel wasted no time, hungrily licking and kissing your folds. He lapped at you, pressed his tongue flat against your center and dragged it over your sensitive skin. He loved how you tasted, how you made a mess of his mustache and his beard. He pointed his tongue and flicked at your clit as he brought two fingers to your core, scissoring and twisting and stretching you out.Â
It felt amazing, so intense and pleasurable. But you had been waiting so long for his cock already and itâs all you could think about. You pushed Joel away from your body and tore off the rest of your clothes as he followed suit. He looked gorgeous, tan skin and oh so smooth. He wasnât very hairy, you noticed. Just a tuft of coarse hair at the base of his cock and a little happy trail leading down to it. His muscles were soft and lightly defined, you loved the little swell of his tummy. âYouâre beautiful,â you whispered. âNeed you to fuck me now.â
Joel cocked his head slightly at your compliment. No one had ever called him beautiful before. You were such a genuinely lovely person. He smiled sweetly at you before kissing you, closing the gap between your nude bodies. âYouâre so fucking gorgeous, baby. Wish I told you earlier,â he purred. âIâll fuck you now. You did so good, baby. So proud of you.â
With that, Joel lined his hard cock up to your soaked entrance and pushed inside. Slowly, being sure not to go too hard or too fast. He watched your face, the way your eyes fell shut and your mouth dropped open. He stopped once he was about halfway inside of you. âHow am I doinâ, darlinâ?â
âPlease fuck me,â you begged. You appreciated his gentle care, how he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Youâd expect nothing less than the illustrious southern gentleman. But youâve been waiting long enough with the prospect of being fucked by Joel Miller. Fuck sweet lovings, you needed to be fucked. To be used, like a toy. âNow.â you demanded.
Itâs all the permission Joel needed. He slammed his hips into yours and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gripping his tight muscles. Your hands wandered down his back and settled on his ass. You squeezed the soft flesh beneath your fingers and let out moan after moan.Â
Joel loved how vocal you were. Telling him what you needed, how you needed it. He loved the pretty noises you made, all for him. No one else. Not anymore, at least. You were his now and would be forever.Â
âFuck, Joel,â you panted between breaths. âFeels so good.â
Joelâs head dipped down to your chest and he kissed and nipped at the soft skin of your breasts, tonguing your nipples and loving how you shuddered at his touch. âGood, baby,â he said. âYou deserve it.â
You did deserve it, after all. He made you work like a fucking dog for it.Â
Joel fucked you at a steady pace, comfortable for both of you. He asked you what felt good, what you needed. How he could make it better. âTell me what I can do, sweetheart,â
There were no improvements to be made. Everything about Joel was second to none, his cock, the way he moved, the way he held you. He fucked you perfectly, just how you needed. âNothing, just,â you squinted your eyes shut and searched your brain for words, finding it difficult to piece any together. âJust keep fucking me like this. Maybe a little harder, please.â
Joel was a provider. A lady as beautiful as yourself, asking for more? Itâd be a sin to deprive you of what you needed. So Joel obliged, picking up the pace and hitting you deeper. âJust like that, Jesus, fuck. Just like that, baby.â
Baby. Joel loved that term of endearment. He wasnât used to being called any sweet nicknames, usually he was the one whoâd dole them out. Not just to anyone, only to those closest to himself. Itâs why he called you âsweetheartâ and âdarlingâ so often.Â
He liked being the object of your affection. âKeep callinâ me that, please,â he requested, his voice shy and low. He was so tough and domineering just moments ago, and now he was bashful and vulnerable, all because of one little word. Baby.Â
âFuck, baby. You feel so good. Wanted this for so long,â you whimpered, holding onto him tightly. Youâd abandon his name completely and call him âbabyâ for the rest of your lives, if he asked you to.Â
âGod, sweetheart. Me too,â he grunted.Â
Joel couldnât last much longer. He let out groans and strangled out moans as his pace became sloppy. âLet me make you come,â he begged. He wriggled his hand between your bodies, placing his thumb on your clit. He held a firm pressure to the sensitive bud and moved it in concise circles, pushing you closer and closer to your release.Â
You let out a throaty moan as you felt your climax begin to bubble up inside you. âDonât stop, donât stop,â you pleaded. âIâm right there.â
Joel just kept doing what he was doing. Circles on your clit and fucking you deep, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. Your moans turned frantic and you cried out his name, over and over again, like a prayer. Your orgasm was much more intense than the last one, it sent electricity all through your body. You felt tingles and sparks wash over you, from your scalp all through your fingertips, down all the way to your toes. It was the best orgasm any lover of yours had ever blessed you with.Â
Joel felt your body shudder around him, felt your pussy convulse and squeeze his cock. His thrusts became harder, faster, and frenzied as he chased his own climax. You watched his eyes screw shut and little drops of sweat fall down his temples as he let out a deep moan. His cock pulsed inside you, painting you with his hot seed.Â
He let out a laugh then, between panting breaths. He pulled you in for a hug, his skin hot and slick with sweat. Head pressed to his heaving chest, you could feel his heartbeat in your ear. Your new favorite feeling.Â
Joel pulled away from you, kissed you sweetly and helped you clean up. You pulled on your clothes and sat neatly at the table, picking up and sorting out the disheveled cards. Joel did the same, he bent down next to you and gathered the cards on the ground.Â
He placed them in front of you, left for a second with your empty glasses, and returned with the glasses of water refilled before sitting in his seat again. How you didnât knock them over during your fucking, you had no idea.
âAlright, baby. Show me how you shuffle now,â he grinned at you. He wanted to make sure his unorthodox method of teaching you actually worked.Â
You smiled back, split the deck in two and mirrored them for the nth time that evening, and then placed your fingers along the two decks. You slid your thumbs up the cards, watched one fall on top of the other, and brought the cards back up into a nice arch. With a breath, you let off one thumb and let the cards fall down slowly. You sighed in relief. Your maneuver wasnât quite as smooth as Joelâs, but there was plenty of time to practice.Â
You dealt out ten cards each, gathered your hand and did your best to hide a smirk. You held a three, four, and six of clubs, three kings, and two jacks.Â
Joel sighs disappointedly at his hand. You couldnât have dealt him worse cards. Nothing went with anything.Â
The two of you exchanged cards quietly, as if you didnât just desecrate Joelâs dining room table. It was quite funny, really.
The game was quick, just like before. You placed your sets and melds in front of him. âRead it and weep,â you jeer.
Joel grumbles something about cheating and steals your cards. âRematch,â he says. âLoser gives the winner head.â
âDeal,â
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