#I’ll try to be more consistent this time

[r66dusthewriter]

What comes after.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

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A/n: “Are they lovers?” WORSE

Been working pretty consistently on these so i thought i could spare some extra fics this week 😙 enjoy, i guess...?

Genre: Angsty fluff

Era: Daryl Dixon spin off, season 1.

Word count: 0.6k

You had come after him, all the way from America to Paris with no real hope of finding him and yet, against every odd, there he was. Just like always, he was tangled in something larger than life, something neither of you could fully walk away from and instead of pulling him out of it, you stayed. Maybe it was foolish but soon you realize this was just another impossible chapter in a story you never meant to write but couldn’t stop reading.

You glanced sideways. He drove in silence, eyes fixed on the road, the set of his jaw tight in thought. In the backseat, Laurent was asleep, his breaths soft and steady like a lullaby against the chaos following him. He reminded you of Carl and how life never softened its hits for anyone. You turned back forward, the weight of words pressing on your chest until they spilled out in a quiet murmur.

“When this is over…when we find out what really happened to Rick. We go home if we still can and then…” you shrugged, unsure how to frame the ache blooming in your chest, “what comes after?”

Daryl shifted in his seat, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel. You know that look, he was trying not to feel too much. It was clear he’d grown attached to the kid and how could he not? But this wasn’t home. It was time to stop pretending. There were no phones anymore, no commercial flights, no soft returns. Just death, survival and running time.

He snorted faintly. “What’? Ya think I’ve been plannin’ some kind’o vacation?” He teased. “Florida, maybe?”

You chuckled under your breath but there was no humor in it. “No, I’m saying maybe it’s time you finally put yourself first. You could…get your life back. You know, stop doing things for people”

He didn’t answer at first, just stared ahead as if the road could save him. “I dunno if I still can” he mumbled.

“Bullshit. You never thought about…settling down?” Your voice cracked, not from nerves but from sheer exhaustion of “almost”. You and Daryl had danced around that edge too many times and now time felt like something borrowed, like you should stop hoping and finally let go.

He gave a quiet, almost bitter huffed laugh. You rolled your eyes.

“Come on. Nobody special though?” you asked gently, for your own sake.

His hand tightened on the wheel, the tendons in his forearms flexing. Something shifted in his expression and when he looked at you, really looked at you, it hit like a gut punch. This was it, no more of you.

“Wha’? Like you?” he asked, rougher than he meant to, like he was bracing for heartbreak.

Your heart dropped. You wished you could reel the words back into your mouth. “I wasn’t–”

But he cut you off, voice low, certain. “Won’t find tha’ nowhere else”

Your breath trembled. You feel his eyes on you, waiting, always waiting for something you weren’t sure how to give.

You met his gaze “Who do you want me to be?”

He didn’t even blink. “Whatever you’re willin’ t’ still give me. I’ll take anythin’”

You gave him a small, sad smile. “I think we both need to get a life”

“At the same time?” he asked, and it wasn’t a joke, it was a question wrapped in forever.

You turned to the window, to the gray blur of France passing by, wondering if the years had been worth it. Wondering if you’d ever loved anyone the way you loved him.

“Yeah,” you whispered, a single tear falling. “Same time”

[aayakashii]

Hii Aya!♡

Could I have a double espresso with a croissant and a red velvet cake, please? If it’s not too much(´∀｀) I’ll be visiting with Ren!٩(^‿^)۶

Order up! Double Espresso (University AU) and a Croissant (Roommates) [I only take two prompts at a time, sorry!]

The loud slam of the front door was pretty much all the warning you needed in regards to Ren's mood as he arrived in your shared apartment.

And if that wasn't enough to make the situation immediately clear, the way he scurried away like a frightened cat without as much as a hello and immediately shut himself in his room was a dead giveaway.

Ren didn't have a good day.

Not that he seemed to have ever had a single good day in his whole life, what with how grumpy he constantly was – complaining about his classes, complaining about his seniors, complaining about the fact that he had a roommate and so on and so forth.

But usually, he'd stop by the living room and make some snarky comment about whatever you were watching, or call you a nerd if you were studying – his unorthodox way of finding excuses to chat. You knew that deep inside that bitter little heart, he had some fondness for you, despite knowing he would deny it vehemently.

Regardless, he would spend at least a few minutes talking to you after getting home from classes or his part-time job, enough for you to know that he's okay (or as okay as his moody ass can be) before shutting himself in his room to play his countless mobile games or watch the worst movies imaginable. The fact that he skipped this whole part of his daily routine sent off alarm bells in your mind.

And so, without much thought, you got up with a sigh, kicking the cozy weighted blanket you always kept neatly folded on your side of the couch, and went to the kitchen, absent-mindedly looking for his favorite ramen packets and snacks.

Honestly, you don't really know when you started liking Ren. You just know that you do. Maybe you're a bit masochist, or maybe the consistent domesticity of living with him for months softened your heart, but you were pretty much aware of the feelings that were safely tucked there, in your chest.

But you didn't plan on confessing nor acting on them at all. Ren avoided every type of relationship like a plague (you never even remember if he ever mentioned friends beside you), but most of all: you didn't want to make your living situation weird – the apartment is comfy and rent is cheap; no way you'd lose that just to get a broken heart in return.

However, you still cared for him. Maybe more than what a normal friend (let alone a roommate) would do, and maybe more than what Ren deserved, but still. You liked him, so being gentle was more of an instinct than conscious thought.

Which is how you ended up in front of his door a few minutes later, softly knocking against it in an attempt to tear him away from his cave and maybe pacify the little monster inside his head.

You were positively relentless. Despite your knocking being careful and low enough to almost go unnoticed, it rang inside Ren’s head like a gong. It was annoying, like pretty much everything in his day, so he groaned against his pillow, curling himself into a ball to make himself smaller, trying to will his body into fusing with his bed so maybe that way he would never have to step outside ever again.

“Ren, come on.” You voice came through the door a little muffled. “I know you’re in a bad mood, but you need to at least eat a little. I promise I’ll let you go back to your room as soon as you’re finished.”

He turned his head to the side, glaring at the door as if he could burn you with a laser beam.

“I don't wanna go out, I want a trillion bucks, a mansion in an isolated island with perfect internet, and no one else to bother me ever again.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned your forehead against the small gap between his door and the hallway's wall, in order to make your voice reach him a bit louder.

“Okay, I get it, but you can't plan for your future total isolation in an empty stomach, can you?”

Ren groaned, rubbing his face against his pillow aggressively.

“Leave me alone!!”

“I even got you your favorite ramen packets. I know you were out of them, so I got some last time I went grocery shopping. I promise I won't even nag you to eat healthy. You can eat as much sodium as you want today.”

That made him pause.

It pissed him off a little, how caring you were sometimes. He was pretty sure you were a little off in the head because usually anyone else would have left him alone a long time ago due to his disagreeable behavior.

Ren knew he wasn't the most pleasant person to be around, but after a while, he wholeheartedly accepted his own nastiness as his own way of protecting himself. He truly didn't need a repeat of elementary school, when he still tried to make connections and was thoroughly bullied for being just a little off the mark. If no one wanted to accept him, then they can all go fuck themselves and he'll happily be the one to tell them that.

He wasn't used to someone trying to go through his barriers. He never even knew there were gaps in the walls that surrounded him before you managed to keep squeezing yourself through them day after day after day.

It was annoying. Disconcerting.

You knocked again.

“Did you listen? I got your favorite–”

“Yeah, yeah. I did.” Ren rolled his eyes and slowly pushed himself off of his bed with a sigh. “Just a sec.”

“Really?!” You gasped. “I mean, okay. Take your time! But, like, not that long either, I don't want the water to go cold.” You babbled, making him heave a long sigh yet again, as he quickly changed into his old and ratty loungewear.

The door flew open suddenly and you flinched.

“My god, I'm here, you're so persistent.” He mumbled, running a hand through his tousled hair.

You gulped and licked your lips as the scent of his cologne flooded your senses, being so close to his room and himself. You cursed yourself for thinking he still looked pretty despite being dressed like a homeless man.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” Your eyes snapped back to his face and you didn't even realize you were ogling the way his sweatpants hugged his hips a bit too low.

He cleared his throat and looked away, feeling his ears go warm when he noticed your lingering stare.

“The- the packets. Ramen. Where are they.” He mumbled.

“Oh! Yeah!” You blinked. “I set them on the coffee table in front of the TV.” You point at the living room as you begin walking towards it and motion with your head for him to follow.

Ren stopped right behind the couch and eyed the table with a squint. There was a teapot, steaming with boiling water, right beside the ramen packets, but you also had hooked up an old, dusty game console to the TV, which played the mind-numbing 8-bit tune of a crappy co-op game.

He tilted his head.

“I thought you said I could just eat and go back to my room?”

You shrugged, walking around the couch and plopping yourself on your usual seat.

“You can, I just turned that on in the off case you wanted to distract yourself with something else besides your mobile games for once.” you murmured with a pout and grabbed a ramen cup for yourself, immediately going through the usual motions of pouring boiling water into it.

He raised an eyebrow as he sat right next to you.

“I thought you didn't eat this type of food.”

“I mean…” you set a timer on your phone, staring at it as if it would make the time pass by faster. “Once in a while is okay, isn’t it? And I think you need some moral support right now.”

Ren pursed his lips in a thin line and grabbed the cups, reading each label. You really had bought all of his favorites. How the fuck did you even know his favorites?

He stared at you from the corner of his azure eyes.

“Why are you doing this?”

You stared back for a moment and grabbed the cup, pointedly ignoring how it still had 20 seconds to go before being ready to consume.

“You know,” you opened the lid, blowing softly “When you're really upset, you do this thing with your eyebrows and mouth.”

Ren tilted his head in confusion and you couldn't help but think he looked like a puppy sometimes.

“What thing?”

“Like… You scrunch your eyebrows and your lips are very downturned.” You mimicked the expression before dipping the hashi and mixing the noodles. He scoffed.

“That's called frowning. Probably a billion other humans do this when they’re upset too.”

“Noooo, stop. It's different.” You pursed your lips, suppressing a smile.

He hummed, suspicious.

“How so?”

You stared at him.

You couldn't say how he normally just pouted, slumped his shoulders and crossed his arms like a spoiled brat when he was his ‘usual flavor’ of upset.

You couldn't tell that when he was truly upset, like now, his eyes looked dimmed and unfocused, as if his gaze was lost, pining for somewhere distant. As if he was ready to be taken by a tidal wave and taken some place else; some place completely out of reach for you.

You couldn't say that. That would be too much.

So you just shrugged.

“I don't know, it's just different. Anyway. Do you wanna talk about what happened today?”

You changed the subject abruptly and Ren noticed, but his back was hurting and his stomach was growling. He didn't have it in him to pursue whatever thoughts were running deep into the recesses of your mind. Maybe you were right. Thinking on an empty stomach does seem impossible.

He sighed loudly, shaking his head as he picked up his favorite ramen cup, quickly opening the lid and pouring boiling water into it.

“Nah. Just the same stuff as always. Loud people, nosy people. Assignments and a job I hate. I'm just tired.”

You nodded.

“Just remember, you only need to put up with all of this for 4 years in total.” You held up four fingers. “After that, you can bid farewell to everything that annoys you, even me.” You said with a self-deprecating smile before taking a bite of the noodles.

Ren stared at you for what felt like an eternity as you ate. For whatever reason, he hated what you just said; and his own feelings took him by surprise.

The thought of being alone after those months in which you had been there with him as the only good company, the only one who understood him, the only positive influence in his days... it hung a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach.

A foreign bitterness coated his mouth, and he opened the lid of his ramen cup, taking a huge bite and almost burning his tongue in the process. But at least it took his mind out of his thoughts.

“… You don't annoy me.” he mumbled after swallowing and putting the cup back down.

“What?”

“You don't annoy me.” he repeated, louder.

“Oh. Really?” you widened your eyes.

“Yeah. Really.”

You hummed, pensive.

“Does that mean I get to be in your game's guild for more than 4 years?” You smirked mischievously, hoping you could hide how giddy you felt behind your words.

Ren grabbed one of the napkins on the table and threw it in your direction, scoffing, and immediately picked up his ramen cup again.

The steam rose against his face. For that short moment, he could blame it for the redness on his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you ate, the 8-bit music still looping in the background, but the heightened awareness of each other being so close to one another made it less overbearing.

Ren placed the now empty cup back on the table with a sigh.

“Um…” he began “Thank… thank you. For this.”

You shrugged with a smile and placed your cup right beside his. “No problem.”

Ren fiddled with the string of his old hoodie, eyes flitting towards the tv and back to you as you leaned comfortably against the couch, eyes half-lidded as you stared at the screen as well. He began restlessly shaking his feet before finally speaking up after a whole minute.

“Should- should we try this old ass game then?” He mumbled and pointed at the tv. You immediately straightened up.

“Ohh, I was hoping you'd say that! I really wanted to try, but since it's co-op, I was afraid you wouldn't be interested in it.” You say, quickly getting up and grabbing the two old controllers. "It's split-screen, so I hope you have 20/20 vision, otherwise we'll have a hard time!"

Ren could feel the corners of his lips tug upwards at your enthusiasm and the way you rambled and handed the controller to him with the utmost care.

With an old, beat-up controller in his hand, and you happily sat by his side, Ren's heart lurched forward in the same way it did whenever he knew something important was about to happen.

It was then that he decided he needed to make sure you'd stay with him for longer than only four years.

[cuppabeanzz]

What... is your name? What... is your quest? What... is your favorite color?

Mochi: My name is Mochi! And my quest? Uh…I’m not really sure I follow. I’m not on a quest, unless…

ring. Ring. RING

Lucas: Ah, welcome back my dear, are you ready to proceed with the game?

Mochi: Wh- I-I thought I did? I thought

Lucas: I take it you had pleasant dreams. Enough stalling. Let’s start~

[viperbunnies]

Yearning for your gaze…

[sableeira]

always wanted to arrange my artworks in a gradient and since I started drawing again over a year ago, I was finally able to put this together 🫶

[it-came-autumnally]

got my first route done… quite a few thoughts [hundred line, killing game route ending discussion?]

Ending 088 (Escaping Our Fate) was the first one I got, and it honestly really hit me hard (though I was honestly flabbergasted when I realized I got my first ending before I got my first free time LOL).

The irony here is delicious.

Like. These lines. When the CG shifted to this one with the evil bee I quite literally gasped... really good usage of them. It's such a quiet, peaceful, tender moment... and then. Bee attack. But Takumi doesn't know, because he's dreaming. Dreaming of their escape.

:( you tried, Takumi.

When I looped back to accept the Sponsor (Eito's) information, I genuinely wasn't expecting there to be the lore drop that there was? I still have managed to remain (mostly) unspoiled about the truth behind the war (even though I have some suspicions) but the invader minions being transformed humans really did catch me off guard; what got me even more was Takumi's immediate acceptance of killing them. The way he goes "I need to summon the evil Eito inside of my blood" is incredibly ironic once you realize that it is Eito himself who even leads Takumi into this situation and even CRAZIER when Eito goes to the comatose Takumi and taunts him for it. My guy why are you like this

I'm surprised they managed to endear me to Tsubasa/Takumi (Takubasa?) in such a short amount of time but I do think it helps that 1) I already liked Tsubasa as a character 2) the extended polycule dynamics are really good. I was already spoiled on the fact that Darumi and Tsubasa get a kiss but I do have to appreciate that she pulls the same card twice and that she really does mean it both times. It’s cheesy, but it’s her way of trying to keep the people she loves alive.

The part where she murders Eito is good. Like yes it's a little frustrating that I'm not getting any answers about anything (is he not from the current timeline??? does Eito have clones???? <-please do not answer) but I forgive it narratively because Tsubasa did say that she'll take half of Takumi's sins. And out of all of his sins, the one that had the worst consequence? It was killing Eito.

[admittedly, this is subjective, but considering that this route goes out of its way to point out multiple times how killing Eito was the start of all of Takumi's bad karma I do think there's a point there]

And there's of course the "kill the baby" decision...

… man. The moment Takumi declared he was going to go back on his promise it was obvious it was not going to end well; the route had already laid out the idea of divine pacts (with the Sponsor's bees) and Kamyuhn had also gone and called the flame boy “the divine baby” — it was laid out plainly from there, even though Takumi didn't think about. But still. I respect Undying Flame Boy for being petty here because he's not wrong!! This version of Takumi is willing to do anything if it means he can protect his remaining friends.

Or rather, almost anything.

The one thing he won't do is sacrifice himself, and that's the choice that ultimately dooms them all.

Even though 086 ends in so much tragedy I do enjoy this one. "So Close And Yet So Far".... quite literally. I put the death CG here because the placements of their corpses is driving me crazy. Tsubasa and Takumi are the ones dating in this route; and yet it's next to Nozomi that Takumi is fallen. We don't get to see Kako and Ima's faces and they don’t even die next to each other (!!!!!). It's an unsatisfying end for them all — even for V'ehxness, probably — all this death and sacrifice, and for what? The baby may be dead and unable to power those missiles, but he still managed to fulfill his duty of wiping out all life on the planet by preventing the pod from launching. The kids are dead, the invaders are dead. The planet is dead.

The next ending I got was "Hope From Despair"...... okay, I see you, Danganronpa.... welcome back...?

More seriously, though: comparisons to Danganronpa are practically inevitable with this game, and I think Kodaka and his team know that. From what I've seen this route I think tries to leverage that? The moment any sort of "death game" is invoked, it's kind of impossible to not at least think about ghost of Danganronpa, especially due to Darumi's posturing. But I think the Invader Hunt successfully manages to be different in every way that matters, and the route is completely engaging without rehashing the scenario from the DR games -- which was honestly my fear when I first heard there was a killing game route. I am so glad I was wrong; this is so much better than what I was expecting. Ending wise I don't know if I have too much to say about 087; it's really the "happiest" ending they could get considering everything else that had already happened.

The fourth ending I got was 085, which you get if you decide to fight Dalhxia before the Sponsor. If I didn't already get 087 (which means I got the chance to skip the boss fight) I probably would have been mad... going through that whole boss battle and then being hit with "Kamyuhn and Nozomi just die and that's it lol" was truly something. We don't even get Takumi being pained about not being able to save Nozomi ??? it really just feels like it exists to get you mad so that you see the endings where you kill Sponsor/Eito (again. lol). This one feels more like a traditional "bad ending" type of ending, where it's really just the game going "whoopsie you made a bad choice :) do the other one" which I guess is fine? But this one had a whole extra boss battle -- the other 4 "bad ends" in this route didn't.

The others I don't really have a lot to comment on, since they all end up with Takumi making a bad decision and then getting harshly punished almost immediately. I guess 086 and 088 were kind of similar but they at least had unique (probably?) cgs and actually felt like endings. Either way I can't really complain too much, the rest of the route was a blast

I didn't really have a place to put it with how I structured this post but I would be remiss if I didn't at least comment on Eva, Nozomi, and Kamyuhn -- the stuff with them was fantastic. What especially got me was Nozomi's midgame declaration of not wanting to fight the invaders anymore; it says an incredible lot about her motivations and where they come from

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

One of the fun things about becoming an adult is that there is now an additional factor limiting my food availability: cost.

Now I can’t just try new foods and see if I like eating them and give myself options. Trying new foods costs money I don’t have. Money that could be going toward reliable safe foods.

But if I eat the same safe foods too much without variety then eventually (months/years eventually) I start being unable to eat them anymore.

So I need to find enough foods that I can cycle through, which I can consistently prepare for myself even on low spoons, which don’t set off any of my sensory issues, are filling enough to last me for a few hours, and don’t cost too much money.

I feel like I enjoy food a lot less than I used to. Eating feels like a chore I have to do, not something enjoyable for its own sake. When I love a food’s flavor and texture, I eat it so much that it becomes just tolerable. And then I need to hurry and switch it out for a new food before I can’t eat it anymore.

I know I’m lucky to be able to afford the foods I can eat, and that I have the option to pick and choose. I just wish I could eat more.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

health issues already fuck up every aspect of life, but if there’s one thing that i thought would be something i treated and then was done with, it was cancer. but it’s haunting me like a fucking vengeful spirit

[canatrix]

Man how do people relationship

[asimplearchivist]

Oookay, here we go again!🥰

Per the schedule posted in my pinned/navigation, I have the next chapters for Promises Kept Constellations, and That Poison Reconciliation queued for post in the next three Sundays, but I don’t know what to focus on for the following week.

[filmbyjy]

so sorry for not posting here in a bit🥹

I had to focus on my studio project which is due today (it’s an online submission but like I technically have school today…I just didn’t go😀 don’t do that kids)

anyways, I still have my alternative chapter of Collie Duty in my drafts and a couple of requests to finish up🥹 also along with possibly my next mafia member that I have written in my google docs💀

[anti-gravity-insanity]

College me will never know how good xe had it. All I want to do in the whole wide world right now is spend the whole day at the library. And what do I have to do instead? Go to Work!!

[carcin0-8]

completed notes post!!

10 notes -> i’ll clean my room more routinely

50 notes -> i’ll try to read more

100 notes -> i’ll go outside more

200 notes -> i’ll try to see my friends in person more often

400 notes -> i’ll put my vent blog in my pinned post

600 notes -> i’ll try to be more accepting of being seen as vulnerable or weak idk

800 notes -> i’ll try to eat more consistently

900 notes -> i’ll try to stop worrying about being constantly skinny

1000 notes -> i’ll try to stop feeling guilty about eating

2000 notes -> i’ll start opening up to close friends about stuff ig

3000 notes -> i’ll try the butterfly project

5000 notes -> i’ll talk to my guidance counselor about having unhealthy coping mechanisms

7000 notes -> i’ll stop keeping sharp things in my room at night

8000 notes -> i’ll talk to my parents about possible in person therapy

9000 notes -> i’ll get rid of the razorblade in my room for good its not really a razorblade but wtv

10000 notes -> i’ll try to make it to this summer

edit - no spamming u can comment a few times or reblog a few times but like 8 is max 💗

edit -> 10000 notes is no longer that ill tell my parents about relapsing because im a loser scaredycat :((

edit -> picture of broken razorblade thing is in reblogs its gone now!!

edit -> woah umw qs not expecting this many notes thank u sillyes <333

[fingertipsmp3]

This fucking cardigan I’m making for my stepdad’s niece’s kid is going to make me tear my hair out I swear to god

[ilikeevilblondes]

World’s Worst Chauffeur

18+ MDNI!

Summary: Joel Miller, your dad's best friend, ends up getting roped into picking you up from a party. Without the key to unlock your house or anybody to let you inside, Joel offers to let you sleep at his place for the night. Needless to say, the both of you don't do a lot of sleeping.

TL;DR: You convince old man Joel to dick you down.

W.C: ~6.2k

Warnings: dbf!Joel, unprotected p-in-v sex, praise AND degradation (whoops), big fat age gap (Joel is around 50, reader is 21), daddy kink for a sec soz, aftercare, slight size kink, cunnilingus through panties, cunnilingus, dry-humping, couch sex (no outbreak!)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62586064

Note: hey y'all, trying my hand at joel miller smut because i saw an edit of pedro pascal and literally licked the fucking screen protector, so i guess that's god's sign of telling me to write filthy shit. anyway, hope you enjoy! wrote this instead of a politics essay #yolo

“C’mon, Joel.” Your dad sighed, meeting his best friend’s eyes with a pleading gaze.

“Look, I—”

“Just this once. Please. I really can’t get out of this meeting, the board would kill me. Especially with the damn FTC breathing down our necks.”

You were visiting your hometown for Spring Break. Tomorrow night, there was going to be a party in a town fifteen minutes away from your own—one that you had been invited to. Your dad was supposed to give you a ride home, but as always, there was some last-minute work emergency. So, Joel was his solution.

The aforementioned solution frowned, crossing his large arms over his plaid torso.

“I got better things to do than chauffeur your little girl.” Joel shrugged.

That was, in fact, horribly untrue. His agenda for that night consisted of re-watching one of the Die Hard’s and drinking a nice, cold Coors.

“I’ll owe you one.” Your dad insisted.

“Desperate ain’t a good look on you, buddy.” Joel cracked a small smile.

Your dad ignored this jab.

“Joel, we’ve been friends for almost two decades. You’ve let me borrow your car, helped me paint my house more times than I can count, and even bailed me out of jail when I sped down the interstate.” He counted the feats off his fingers. “But picking my kid up is where you draw the line? Come on.”

Joel inhaled through his teeth.

The real reason he maintained his firm stance on not giving you a lift home was, really, a bundle of three smaller reasons.

One, ever since you turned eighteen you’ve made it painstakingly and increasingly clear you wanted to get in his pants.

Two, you were a huge flirt.

Three, he wasn’t so sure he could keep on resisting. But he had to. For god’s sake, what kind of a friend would bone his friend’s daughter?

Hopefully, not him.

“I–” Joel began but was shortly interrupted.

"I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. You’re picking up my kid. She has no one else, and I don’t trust her friends to be sober enough to get her home without getting in some kind of drunk-driving accident."

He levelled Joel with a firm look.

"So, are you picking her up, or should I expect to see her name in tomorrow’s obituary because one of her little buddies got behind the wheel after doin’ a keg stand, or a gazillion games of beer pong or I don’t know—fuckin’ ‘Cheers to the Governor’?”

Your dad stared him down with an expectant look.

Joel took a second to process this.

He rubbed a hand over his face, squeezed his eyes shut, and then met his friend’s stare with a sigh.

“Fine.” Came through gritted teeth.

Your dad patted him firmly on the shoulder. “Thank you.” He chirped happily.

———

And so, there Joel was.

Leaning against his old Chevrolet, idly spinning his keys around his finger, and staring at the front door of the party.

Several kids filtered out; stumbling into worn Honda Civics with disgruntled parents waiting in the driver’s seats, or with their arms interlocked and their sides almost melded together, giggling off to god-knows-where.

When you came out, you were part of the latter group.

Some blonde-haired boy—tall, but not too tall—was holding you close to him with a stupid smile on his reddened face. You mirrored it with a stupider smile of your own.

He whispered something into your ear that made you laugh and was promptly leading you in the opposite direction of Joel. But Joel was both keen and quick to intervene.

“Goin’ somewhere?” Joel called out, crossing his arms.

You froze and turned your head to lock eyes with none other than Joel Miller. Your neighbour, your dad’s best friend, and more importantly, your long-time crush.

“What are you doing here?” You arched a brow, slipping away from your friend and nearing him and his truck.

Your friend followed after you and settled by your side, resting an arm that hung a little too comfortably around your shoulder.

“Evenin’ to you, too, sweetheart. And to answer your question, I’m pickin’ you up.” Joel stated simply, then tossed a quick surveying look to the guy next to you. “Who’s blondie over here?”

“Daniel.” Blondie blinked and stuck out his free hand, glancing at you. Under his breath, he muttered, “you told me your dad couldn’t give you a ride.”

“He’s not my–” You started, but were immediately cut off by Joel.

“Get your hand off the girl, will you, Derek?” Joel narrowed his eyes at him, a dangerous look underlying his seemingly casual tone.

Daniel immediately did so, going so far as to step a pace back from you.

“It’s Daniel.” He coughed awkwardly. Then added, “sir.”

Joel ignored him—or, at least, didn’t show any sign that he had heard his correction—and turned around.

“Time to go home, young lady.” Joel said lowly. He opened the front passenger door, and upon finding you in the same spot as you were standing before he had turned his back, continued with, “that wasn’t a suggestion.”

You mumbled a quick ‘goodbye’ to Daniel and hopped inside the truck.

“Good girl.” Joel sighed, closed the door with a bit too much force and walked around the front of the car. He spared a few seconds to glare at your friend before sliding into the driver’s seat.

Suddenly, the engine thrummed to life and the two of you were headed down quiet suburban streets in the late hours of the night, leaving what's-his-name in the dust.

The air had been thick with a tension neither of you could describe and was further blanketed by a heavy silence broken only by the hum of the engine, the faint skid of tyres against asphalt, and your own rapid heartbeat pounding insistently in your ears.

Not five minutes had passed before Joel spoke up.

“Who was he?” Joel asked casually, his eyes still focused on the dimly-lit road ahead.

You sank further into the cracked leather of the front passenger seat.

“A friend.” You shrugged, not looking over at him.

Joel hummed a non-committal noise as he carefully took a turn into a side street, the truck slowly crunching over loose gravel. His grip on the wheel remained firm, but his eyes flickered over to you.

“Your daddy let you out of the house like that?”

You huffed out a short laugh and looked down at your choice of partywear; a low-cut top and some tight-fitting jeans. Not necessarily the most vulgar apparel, in your humble opinion.

“No, actually, he called the cops on me for indecent exposure, but I managed to escape.” You spat out sarcastically.

Joel didn’t find your comment funny. Or rather, there was no indication on his unwavering poker face that he had found it funny. Or was experiencing any emotion at all other than slightly tired.

The two of you sank into yet another silence.

“I’m not a kid, Joel.” You said after a minute or two.

“Like hell, you ain’t.” Joel scoffed.

“I’m in college, I can dress how I like.”

“Is ‘how you like’ a prostitute?”

You turned to face him fully, your arms crossed and your brows furrowed.

“That’s both slightly misogynistic and completely off-base, don’t you think?” You snorted, then smiled smugly to yourself. “Plus. Admit it, you like it.”

That threw him off-guard.

For the first time that evening, Joel showed a sliver of emotion. His eyes widened slightly as he opened his mouth, quickly closing it, and then opening it again to say, “what the fuck are you going on about, kid?”

“You were definitely staring at my tits.”

Joel was even more taken aback. First, by your absolute gall, and second, by your accuracy. He may have snuck a peek at your cleavage, but in his head, it was very discreet. But, fuck, did they sit perfectly.

“You’re drunk.” Joel shook his head.

“You didn’t deny it.” Your smile grew. “But yes, I am a little tipsy. Not drunk, though.”

“I noticed.”

“Just say the word, Miller, and I’ll flash you the twins anytime you like.” You leaned over the control arm, your eyes travelling along his tensing frame.

“Fucking Christ.” Joel breathed. He kept his eyes fixed on the road but released a hand from the steering wheel to rub the lower half of his face.

This. This was why he didn’t want to do this favour for your father. You were already a handful while sober. And you had been a handful ever since you started college—making throwaway yet entirely flirtatious comments, pressing your tits against his chest a bit too much while you lingered after a hug, and wearing the tightest clothes known to man.

And now drunk? You were literally throwing yourself at him.

The worst part was that he couldn’t control his body’s reaction to you. In fact, his jeans felt a little tighter the closer you got.

Fuck, he was more than twice your age and here he was getting a hard-on—

Joel was suddenly violently snatched from his internal monologue when he felt your hand ghost over his lap.

“That’s ‘cause of me, isn’t it…? I can help with that.” You whispered, your tone almost pleading as your fingers gently traced over the front zipper of his jeans.

“Honey, sit back down.” Joel said slowly. His eyes remained intently glued onto the road.

Jesus Christ, he was fucked.

“Joel,” You practically whined.

Jesus Christ, he was so fucked.

“You’re drunk,” Joel said, more to himself than you as some sort of ill-justified dismissal.

“Tipsy.” You corrected helpfully, yet not retreating back to your seat. “But not really.”

Before he knew it, Joel was pulling up in front of your driveway, his grip on the steering wheel deathly tight.

Joel sighed. “You’re home.”

You glanced out the window disappointedly.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You replied.

Joel muttered something to himself under his breath and got out of the car, quickly appearing by your side and opening the door for you.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” He nodded toward your house.

You got to your feet indignantly and marched up to your porch. Joel followed after you, leaning against one of the support beams of your front awning as he watched you dig through your purse.

After a few moments of your struggle, Joel cleared his throat.

“What?”

“Can’t find my key.” You frowned.

“I’ll call your dad.”

“Not home. And won’t be, ‘till tomorrow morning. He’s in the city for some work emergency, remember?”

Joel ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, visibly mulling something over, judging by the crease in his forehead.

“And you don’t got a spare key lying around somewhere? Under a flower pot or a welcome mat or shit like that?”

You shook your head.

If Joel were a better man, he’d have caught the glimmer of an ulterior motive dancing in your mischievous eyes. He would’ve brought up the spare key given to him for emergencies—this would’ve constituted as such. And he certainly wouldn’t have said what he had next.

“You can stay the night at mine.”

You blinked up at him, your hand frozen in the opening of your purse.

Joel straightened up, taking his weight off the support beam.

“Or you can sleep outside. Up to you.”

“I’ll take option number one.”

A few minutes and a trip across the road later, Joel had wriggled his key through the entrance lock and opened the door, inviting you inside.

Joel’s two-story craftsman was cosy and lived-in. The leather couch facing a moderately-sized flat-inch was slightly worn, the coffee table was cluttered with magazines and empty cans, and standing by its lonesome in a forgotten far corner of the living room was an acoustic guitar. More importantly, his house smelled like him; like warmth and vetiver and wood.

You had been a guest at his house on several occasions, but such instances had always been with the company of your dad.

That evening you found yourself free of his presence and, coincidentally, free of a conscience.

However fortunate your moral freedom was, it was only partially incited by your father’s absence. The four lukewarm cans of Lone Star you had chugged at the party may have had more of an influence on your risqué behaviour, because you sure as hell weren’t pushing Joel down on his leather sofa and straddling his lap with complete sobriety.

Joel let you take control, placing his big hands on your waist like they were always meant to be there while you moulded yourself against him, and met your lips with equal fervour when you smashed your mouth against his.

He sighed into the kiss and gripped your waist tighter as you slipped your tongue past his lips, ignoring the slight scruff of his greying stubble rubbing against your jaw.

But it was when you began slowly rocking your hips against the tenting figure in his jeans did he suddenly remember himself and wrench his face away from yours.

“Shit.” He panted, his pupils dilated and his chest heaving as he zeroed in on your kiss-swollen lips and your half-lidded, desperate eyes.

Why the fuck did he just do that? ‘That’ being the act of letting you kiss him, but he was just as equally angered with himself for stopping.

“We shouldn’t.” He shook his head, but his eyes were focused on your pretty, slightly parted lips.

“Why not?” You sighed, leaning closer.

Joel took your chin in his hand and held you at a safe distance.

“You know fucking well why.” Joel’s voice rumbled deep with frustration.

“Give me a reason.”

“I’ll give you three: you’re drunk, you’re barely eighteen, and your father is my best friend.”

You huffed out a noise of annoyance.

“I’m a little tipsy at worst, I’m twenty-one, thank you, and my father doesn’t have to know.”

Joel’s lip twitched. You were very persistent. He didn’t even know why he was arguing with you, he just knew he had to resist whatever fucking temptation this was.

“I’m old enough to be your father, too.” Joel frowned.

“But you’re not.”

“You should want someone your own age.”

“But I don’t.”

Joel inhaled through his teeth, subconsciously nearing your face once more. “This is so wrong.”

“Just once, Joel.” You pleaded, your eyes flooded with need.

“Fuck,” Joel shook his head, his brows furrowed as he once again lost himself in how pretty your lips looked; all puffy and raw. All because of him. “Honey–”

“Just this once.” You whined prettily.

At the sound, Joel unconsciously rocked up into you. Your hands immediately went to grab his shoulders to steady yourself; feeling a little lightheaded from the mere singular action.

Joel’s grip on your waist tightened.

“Fuck.” He said again, breathing slowly.

Being as old as he was, Joel never expected to relive the days of his brazen youth when his only major problem in life was cumming in his pants after a pretty girl had barely touched him.

His dark eyes finally met yours.

You held your breath.

“Just this once?” He said.

“Just this once.” You confirmed.

“You won’t … you won’t try anything again?” Joel’s eyes dropped back down to your mouth and his thumb gently traced your bottom lip. His other hand slipped from your waist to the bare small of your back from underneath your blouse.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, but you shakily nodded your head.

Joel didn’t believe you.

But, fuck it, he captured your mouth in another hungry kiss anyway, closing his eyes and holdiing you against him.

He was definitely going to hell, but he would gladly do so just knowing he had felt heaven against his lips.

And, fuck, was that an unforgettable taste.

Joel gently trailed his chapped lips down your jaw, your neck, and lingered on your pulse point, all while one hand held you by your nape and the other against the skin of your lower back, idly caressing the base of your spine with his thumb.

Instead of the white-hot passion that had initially been the catalyst for this heated night, this moment was charged with an underlying tenderness. And all you could do was throw your head back and accept his tentative indulgence.

Though by the way Joel unintentionally bucked his growing bulge against your clothed mound as he peppered the crook of your neck with open-mouthed kisses, you could tell his delicacy was largely imbued by whatever ounce of restraint he inexplicably retained and was, by no means, a testament to his true nature.

He was holding back.

“Joel?” You whispered, carding your hand through his hair.

“Mmm?” He hummed into your skin, his eyes closed in bliss.

“I want…” You began, the words dying in your throat.

What did you want?

Well, his cock, definitely. More specifically, inside of you, but you’d cross that bridge when you came to it.

“Words, baby.” He pressed a final kiss onto your neck and pulled away the slightest distance to meet your gaze. His eyes were wrecked with lust; half-lidded and almost entirely swallowed by his dilated pupils. He softly took your face in the hand that was formerly resting against your nape. And when he spoke, his voice was low and rich with that sweeter-than-molasses Southern drawl. “Try that again. What do you want, honey?”

“You.”

“And you have me, don't you?” Joel said distractedly, his thumb lightly tracing your lower lip. His soft, umber eyes momentarily dipped down to your mouth as if he was debating on kissing you again.

And he was. Fuck, those lips of yours.

“No, I…” You breathed, your hand coming down in between your two bodies and palming his rock-hard erection through his denim. Joel hissed. “Can I suck you off?”

Joel’s eyes widened. You certainly held no room for subtlety.

“Fuck, honey.” He huffed. “Really know how to get to the point, don’t you?”

“Can I?”

Joel hummed.

“Can I be perfectly candid, sweetheart?”

“You have my blessing.” You arched a brow.

“If you so much as breathed on my dick right now, I think this night would come to a quick and rather … anticlimactic finish.” Joel sighed, breaking into a small smile. In true dad fashion, he then added, “pun not intended.”

You granted him the reward of a snicker for his antics. Then, you leaned close to his ear, letting your breath tickle his skin.

“If I had known that all I’d get from you was a dry-humping makeout sesh, I’d have stuck with Daniel.” You sighed, as casually as you could.

Without even looking at him, you saw the jealousy morph onto his aged face.

“Get on your fucking back.” He said, his voice measured, yet somehow equally unhinged.

You stilled, not expecting that much of a reaction from him.

“I said,” Joel met your gaze, his eyes holding a dangerous promise. “Get on your fucking back, young lady.”

And that was how you found yourself lying against the arm of a sofa older than the Great Depression with your jeans discarded in a wrinkled pile somewhere and your legs spread around the owner of said ancient sofa.

Joel crouched down in front of you, with one of your legs perched on his shoulder. He pushed your shirt up past your belly button and kissed a path down to the waistband of your panties.

His hand slid up your knee, then your thigh, and then stopped right against a particularly damp spot in your underwear.

“This for me or Daniel?” Joel hummed against your lower stomach, his stare flickering up to your face.

You bit your lower lip.

“You.” You said softly.

And then Joel lowered his head and kissed the patch of arousal. And then he kissed it again and again, basically frenching your cunt through your underwear. You could feel the pressure of his tongue against your swollen clit, sliding, only by a small margin as restricted by your godforsaken panties, in between your folds—

“Say that again for me, honey? Didn’t quite hear you.”

“Fuck–” You gasped at the feeling. “You, Joel!”

“That’s what I thought.”

To your displeasure, Joel stopped whatever the fuck he was doing and his eyes found yours once more.

“Need me to eat your pussy now, sweetie?”

Yes, fucking please.

You might’ve said that out loud, judging from the pleased chuckle Joel let out.

Before you knew it, Joel slid your panties off your legs (pocketing them secretly—only to wash them on your behalf, of course, nothing dirty at all on his part) and then consequently salivated at the sight of your bare cunt.

Fucking gorgeous.

“Oh, honey.” Joel sighed, barely hiding his eagerness.

“It hurts…!” You breathed, your eyes flickering down to your pulsating core; dripping wet and throbbing in anticipation of him.

“Aw, it hurts, does it? I’ll kiss it better, hm? Is that what my pretty girl wants?” Joel cooed in a falsely-sweet tone.

He then held you still by the firm grip on your waist and leaned down right in front of your slick seam.

Joel tutted as he took in your desperate scent.

“So wet for me.” He mumbled, more to himself than you.

Without warning, much less another word, Joel dipped his head down to plant a kiss directly on your swollen clit, lapping at the swelling bud.

You gasped and a hand flung down to grasp his salt-and-pepper curls.

Joel smiled against your cunt and moved further down, his tongue lazily sliding through your folds and flicking inside your velvety walls.

In response, your grip on his hair tightened and you whispered something close to his name. Or God’s. Or anyone’s, really, you were teetering on the edge of unconsciousness from the sheer intensity of the situation, you could’ve been reciting the Pledge of Allegiance, for all you knew.

“Mmm... fuck, you taste good, baby.” He mumbled against your heat.

Suddenly, Joel pulled away with a wet ‘pop’ and his eyes met yours. Upon seeing your lust-blown face, he smiled through his scruff—a slight shine evident around his mouth from your slick.

“Good?” Joel mused, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your hips.

You nodded deliriously and pulled him back up by the collar of his shirt—why the fuck was he still fully dressed—to taste yourself on him.

His lips moved hungrily against yours as he licked into your mouth. You were so consumed in the kiss, you barely noticed the sound of his belt unbuckling or his zipper sliding down.

It wasn’t until you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your seam that you noticed you were, very possibly, actually going to fuck your dad’s best friend.

Or rather, he’d fuck you. As long as you were fucked, you were fucking happy.

Your eyes flickered down to his length.

“Shit.” You gasped.

You always knew Joel to be a big guy; from his broad shoulders to his massive hands—no doubt incredibly useful in his line of work as a contractor. But seeing his fucking cock? You were still somehow surprised.

“Joel, I…” You blinked. “You’re so…”

Big. He was so big.

“Oh, c’mon baby, I know you can take it,” Joel said against your lips, his breath warm against your skin. “We’ll go slow at first. That sound good?”

You nodded.

In hindsight, he should’ve worked you with his fingers first. That would’ve been the first thing he’d done after tasting your delicious fucking pussy, but he got lost in how good you felt against his mouth, he was too excited to feel how you’d stretch around him.

“That’s my good girl.” Joel hummed, satisfied. “I’ve got condoms upstairs, if–”

“I have an IUD.”

The four little magic words which really meant, please Joel, fuck me raw.

Ever the gentleman, Joel planned on doing exactly that.

“Then eyes down, sweetheart. Want you to watch how I fuck you.”

Obediently, your eyes dragged down to the sinful sight of Joel taking his cock and slapping it a few times on your pussy, before just barely sliding inside. His weeping tip easily disappeared inside you, along with an inch or two, aided by the arousal coating your entrance.

He wasn’t even halfway in, but the thickness of his cock was unlike any other you’ve felt before. And, possibly, too much for you to take.

“Too big.” You whined.

Above you, a wicked smile grew on Joel’s face.

“Too big? D’you just say it’s too big? Well, tough luck, sweetheart, ‘cause I ain’t stoppin’.”

Joel continued to push forward, thrusting shallowly in, retreating, and then feeding you a little more of his length at a relaxed pace.

“My good girl can take it, can’t she?” He murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. He mumbled indifferently in between tasting your sweet skin, “after all, you were the one begging me so sweetly to fuck you a little while ago. Would be a damn shame if you couldn’t follow through with your own request…”

“I can.” You affirmed, squeezing your eyes shut from the overbearing sensation of being filled by him.

“Attagirl.”

And then, to test your claim, Joel finally buried himself all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping obscenely against your ass from the movement.

“Daddy–!” You gasped, your nails digging into his back.

Joel’s lip quirked upward in a small, amused smile.

“‘Daddy’, huh? Should’ve figured.” He tutted, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “You want daddy to stop?”

“N-No!”

“Then take it—” Joel thrust into you, his tip deliciously kissing your cervix. “—like a good girl.”

And then he began a steady pace. Not too slow, but fuck, did he hit deep.

You could’ve sworn you were seeing little cartoon stars dancing around your vision from the plane of pleasure you found yourself on; otherwise known as being dicked down by Joel Miller, apparently.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Joel winced, his hips stuttering.

He really should’ve stretched you out with his fingers first, but there was no way in fucking hell he was going to pull out now. Not with how perfectly your cunt was wrapping and crying around him.

In fact, you felt so good, Joel was starting to feel a familiar sensation in his lower stomach that alerted him of how close he was to prematurely spilling inside you. Turns out, his unintentional celibacy (circa the fucking creation of MySpace) had a bigger impact on him than he would’ve liked.

“Yeah? Do I feel good, daddy?”

Fuck.

Joel’s dick twitched.

If this really was going to happen ‘just once’, Joel was damned set on, firstly, fucking your brains out without coming early, and secondly, making you reach your end before he reached his. Ladies and gentlemen, chivalry was alive and well in the twenty-first century.

Thinking intently about the starting lineup for the Cowboys game that Sunday, Joel began to pick up the pace, reaching places you’ve never been aware of until that precise moment.

Mesmerised by both the slight outline of his dick in your stomach and the sheer sensation of his heavy length, you took it upon yourself to encourage a quicker speed and moved your hips in time with him.

“Mmm,” Joel inhaled sharply, locking eyes with you. “Look at you, prettly little slut. Tryna fuck me back too, huh?”

Your walls clenched around him at his words. Mean as they were, his tone was still as sweet as honey.

“‘S okay. You take what you need, babygirl.” Joel dipped his head down to suck at your pulse point as he continued sawing into your drooling cunt.

“Need more. Please.” You all but whimpered.

“My baby needs more, hm?” Joel muttered against your neck, nipping at a freshly-made hickey. You yelped in response, but Joel only grinned as he muttered to himself, “she’ll get more. Filthy fucking whore.”

And then Joel sped up his thrusts, going in and out, in and out, at a brutal pace. Salacious, wet sounds filled his living room every time he shoved his fat cock inside you. That, combined with the unabashed moans spilling from your mouth, made the whole affair seem borderline pornographic.

Not that Joel was complaining, because you sounded pretty as a peach.

“Joel!”

“Fuck, that’s it, Joel!”

“Oh, Joel, you’re fucking me so well!”

Your moans came in tandem with every stab of his cock, blabbering desperate words of praise as your walls fluttered around him.

Joel sucked in a breath.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, scream for me. Let the neighbours hear who’s fucking you so well, hm?” Joel lazily kissed your jaw. “You close, pretty girl?”

Unable to sound anything other than nonsensical syllables or his name or ‘daddy’ upon nearing your climax, you simply shook your head in an eager nod.

So Joel kept on mentally listing the fifty states to keep from joining you, and maintained his rapid pace.

“Go on, sweet girl, come on my cock. Let go, honey, I’ll catch you. ‘M right here.” Joel murmured sweetly, caressing your flushed cheeks. A total juxtaposition to the ruthless pace his hips were setting.

In and out. In and out.

In. And. Out.

And then his hand trailed down your bare stomach, lightly spidering over the faint outline of his dick jutting in and out of you, and settling on your very sensitive swollen bundle of nerves. His hand then began generously swiping at your clit as whispered sweet words of praise into your ear.

You clutched his bicep with an iron grip as you felt your high approach.

“Joel, I’m…!”

“Yeah, come on daddy’s cock. You’re so close, baby, just let go.”

And so you did. With a scream that reached God in the high heavens above, your walls clenched around him and you were nearly knocked out from the overbearing sensation of your intense orgasm.

Joel fucked you through it, unrelenting in his devoted momentum, his tip finding your cervix with every other thrust. And he continued fucking you through it, even after the last waves of your high, letting out low groans of pleasure.

When he saw your eyes refocusing, he slowed down for a moment, as reciting the ABC’s backwards was hardly working to calm his hard length.

“Don’t stop…” You mumbled, a bit sadly.

“Baby, I got no plans of stopping anytime soon, don’t you worry.”

And to prove his point, Joel kissed your right ankle and hitched your other leg over his shoulder, practically splitting you in half as he reached deeper inside you.

If he was gonna come, so were you. If the last thing he’d get to do on this godforsaken planet was send the pretty girl bent in half underneath him into two soul-shattering orgasms, he’d die a satisfied man.

Did he also want to show off and possibly ruin you for all men? Maybe.

Fuck, yes, he did.

He wanted you to be fucking addicted to the way his cock stretched your velvety walls, because he sure as hell was.

Screw the ‘just this once’ bullshit. He was gonna fuck you every damn night from now on, if you’d let him.

“Feels so good, Joel…” You whined pathetically.

Joel hummed in a self-satisfied sort of way and began pushing up your shirt to reveal your bouncing tits and leaned down to take a pebbled nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at the nub, and nipping at the surrounding sensitive skin.

“Oh!” You gasped, jerking your head back.

Joel took it as a sign to continue, showing the exact same attention to your other nipple and maintaining his deep and rapid thrusts, causing the springs of the couch to whine in protest with every jut of his hips.

You let out a strangled moan.

“Joel—! Joel, it’s so…!” You panted, tears collecting in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Shh, it’s okay. Almost there. Almost there, baby.” Joel tutted, gently swiping away your tears with his thumb as he continued to fuck you like he was an interior designer from the way he strived to rearrange your guts. “You gonna be good and come around daddy’s cock a second time?”

Your walls tightened in response and you let out a breathy whimper.

“Good girl.” He smashed his mouth against yours and swallowed your moans, his lips moving in time with his hips. “Where do you want me to…?” He mumbled against your lips, his breath mingling with your own.

“Inside.”

“Fuck, babygirl, you sure?”

“Miller, I said, inside.” You made a point to fuck yourself onto him with deep movements of your hips, displaying your intent.

“Yes ma’am.” Joel smirked, absolutely fucking pussydrunk.

With that, Joel caught your lips in another searingly intense kiss, licking into your mouth as his thrusts continued to ram into your cervix while you held onto the couch for dear life.

And if that wasn’t enough sweet torture to your poor body, Joel moved one hand above you, gently laced his fingers with yours, and brought it back down to lay flat against your clit.

“Play with that pretty pussy, baby.” He whispered against your skin, his hand moving yours encouragingly. “Need you to give me another.”

With a shaky nod, you acquiesced, toying with your clit like you had a million nights before.

Except this time, instead of imagining it, you really had Joel fucking Miller in between your legs, sawing into your cunt like he wanted to break it.

“That’s my good girl,” Joel’s mouth twitched into a slightly proud smile against your skin.

It took Joel half a dozen more stabs into your slick mound before his hips began to stutter.

And then it took three more before he buried himself completely inside, and, with a gasp of your name accompanied by an appropriate expletive, painted your walls with hot ropes of his come.

“Fuck, daddy!” You moaned, your back arching off the sofa.

At the same time, for the second time that night, no less, you felt yourself reach another mind-blowing orgasm, your walls greedily sucking him in further and shaking around his thick length.

He continued to fuck his come into you with a few more slow, but deliciously deep rolls of his hips, before he stilled inside you and fell on top of your heaving chest, letting your legs fall back onto the beaten old couch, too.

It took a few moments for both of you to steady your breaths.

“Was that … okay?” Joel breathed, staring at you with furrowed brows, and gently tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I think I blacked out for a second there.” You smiled.

Joel laughed and kissed the corner of your mouth. Smug as ever, he muttered, “I take tips.”

“That’s funny, since I just took yours.”

You almost felt Joel roll his eyes.

Joel slowly sat up, gazing down upon the absolute fucking mess the two of you made; both your arousals leaking out of your mound and coating your thighs in a light sheen.

Tenderly, he began to pull out, wincing from both the feeling of leaving your warmth as well as the sight of your come and his collecting around his cock in a shiny ring.

“Sit tight, baby, I’ll get you something to clean you up.” Joel pressed a kiss to your collarbone, tucked himself haphazardly back in his jeans, and disappeared off into another room.

If he had stayed a second longer, you would’ve said something that testified to how hard he had fucked you, since you weren’t sure you could move anyway.

Joel returned a minute or two later with a damp towel and began to softly wipe away the remnants of your dalliance, delicately caressing your hip with his other hand.

“What a gentleman.” You purred, watching him with a stupid grin on your fucked-out face.

Joel threw the towel aside.

“You think so, sweetheart?” He hummed, leaning down to give you a quick, affectionate kiss.

“Never had this level of aftercare.” You admitted, laughing slightly.

Joel gently manoeuvered the two of you so you laid on your sides facing each other on his surprisingly roomy sofa.

“Still regret not goin’ with that Daniel boy?” He smirked, taking your chin in between his fingers and tilting your face toward his.

You swung your bare leg over his hip and pulled him closer. “Not at all.”

“‘S what I thought.” Joel hummed happily, bumping his nose against yours.

“And … y’know what I said about this being a one-time thing?”

“Mhm?”

“We’re definitely doing this more than once.”

“Thank fucking God.”

[classyrbf]

THAT D!CK IS A 10/10! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...an analysis on the jjk men’s dicks just because hehe :)

INFO...jjk men x gn!reader, we’re talking about cock and balls a lot (no seriously), cum analysis, where they like to cum, heavy detail (be warned), im trying to make this a little realistic so no, gojo will not have a 12 inch dick (sorry not sorry), not proofread

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here’s a little something while I’m being a busy bee and dealing with life (help me)

GOJO

to start off, gojo isn’t too big or isn’t small either, if anything he’s just perfect (cause he is perfect duh). He’s around 3 inches soft and 6.6 inches hard. Listen, as much as I want to make this man have the hugest dick ever, he does not and it’d cause an extreme amount of pain every time he is pounding you. He’s not too girthy either, just the average 4.3. His also slightly curves upward which is perfect for hitting your sweet spot. But he’s super sensitive on the tip! So if you tease him too much there he might just cum prematurely. His balls are definitely a decent size too, they may be on the bigger side a little but he loves to have his balls played with so have fun! When gojo cums, he cums a lot! It literally will go all over the place if he can’t control it correctly. It’s spurts out in waves and it sometimes it’s like torture cause it makes his orgasms last longer but god does it feel so good. His cum is sort of thin and runny instead of thick and goopy with a slight salty taste.

NANAMI

i personally feel like nanami is fucking packing girth wise! He is slightly smaller than gojo around like 5.75-6 inches but he is fucking girthy! It’s like a damn weapon and it’s heavy (I’ll help you carry it around nanami, don’t you worry). His girth is around 5.5-6 inches and it’s veiny! Lord help us all because he knows how to use that thing, hitting all the right angles. From being so girthy his cock slightly hangs…So what comes with a fat cock? Big breeder balls! Duh! His balls are so fat and big it’s like an instinct to suck and lick on them. He leaks a lot of precum when he’s hard so it just drips from his cock until he cums so hard. Speaking of cum, unlike gojo he has more of a thicker consistency, and instead of spurting out all over, it just flows from his cock and it’s looks so pretty like a fountain. It drips all down his cock and balls and onto his hand if he’s jerking himself off. When he’s fucking you, he definitely cums inside and just fucks his cum into you over and over until he makes a big mess.

TOJI

my man, my man, my man! Toji is definitely bigger than nanami and gojo but only by like 1-2 inches. So he’s around 7 inches which is still scary bc why are just walking around with that? He’s definitely girthy too but not like nanami, he’s more girthy around the tip of his cock and it gets slightly smaller towards the base but it’s not a huge difference. He’s tip gets really pink and red when he’s hard that it almost looks painful (don’t worry baby I’m on my way to help) but I promise he’s fine. Dare I say that doesn’t trim that often???? I feel like he has a slightly bush, nothing too crazy but it’s kind of grown out. He doesn’t care (me neither) as long as he gets laid he’s fine. His balls are mix of nanami and gojos but they hang! So when he’s fucking you they definitely slap against your skin. When toji cums it’s pretty normal, it’s sometimes shoots out a little bit and then slows down after, but it’s definitely a good amount of cum that does come out quickly. He loves to see your face or your chest covered in it because he’s a pervy little bastard for sure.

GETO

pretty boy geto hehe…let’s just say that thing curves to the left okay? He’s around 6.5-7 inches and girthy so let’s pray for everyone’s holes cause I don’t think we are making it out alive. He’s somewhere between nanami’s and Toji’s girth so…do what you will with that info. His dick is so pretty though, a pretty dick for a pretty face, the curtains match the drapes yk? He has two prominent veins that run on the underside of his dick where he’s really sensitive. If you look closely you’ll see them pulsing when he’s hard. His tip is also a very pretty pink color while his shaft and base are slightly darker than his skin tone. His balls aren’t too big either so it’s definitely more about his dick. He doesn’t cum a lot either surprisingly, he’s never been the cum everywhere and get super messy type of person but if hasnt had sex or jerked off it’ll be more than usual.

CHOSO

choso is closer to nanamis size, maybe a little smaller but not a huge difference. His is pretty average but there is nothing wrong with that (can I get free ride???). Just like geto he also has a very pink tip and his shaft is the same color as his skin. His girth is around Gojo’s but he has some big balls that are just asking to licked and sucked fr. Baby boy gets so whiny when he’s hard and leaking that he’s almost embarrassed by it, he tries to control it but he literally can’t stop getting so hard to point it drives him insane. His cum is stringy and thick, like the perfect consistency for cumming on your face, chest, ass, literally anywhere. He cums a normal amount, usually spurts out super quickly and then slows down towards the end of his orgasm.

SUKUNA

where do I even begin??? Clearly, this mf is the biggest out of all of them. He’s scary asf because he has two, yes, two dicks that are practically identical. 8-9 inches long, 4.7 girth. End my life. THIS MF GOT 4 LEGS. It’s actually cruel. They’re thicker towards the base and gradually get narrow towards the tip. So at first, the stretch doesn’t seem that bad until you realize you got about 7 inches more to go…yeah. His cocks are darker than the rest of his body and his tips are sort of like a light pink/tan color. The only difference between his cocks is that one is super veiny and the other quite literally has like 3 veins. Fat breeder balls that hang, swing, touch the floor (I’m jk) but literally the mix of toji and nanamis balls. They hold so much cum, he can literally go round for round back to back and fill up every hole of yours without taking a break. And he cums so much that it’s actually concerning. Like nanami, its overflows maybe once in a while it will shoot out.

HIGURUMA

believe it or not I think this man is packing at least 7-8 inches. It may not look like it but I think he does! He never brags about it either so it’s really hard to guess. When he’s hard his dick touches his belly button…and his balls are somewhere between Geto’s and Gojo’s size so they’re kinda average. The color is slightly tan maybe like one shade darker and he has a pale pink tip. Did I mention he has a fat tip?? It seems like it gets even bigger when he’s hard, all swollen and everything. His girth is pretty average too like Gojo’s maybe slightly bigger like 4.5 but that’s it. Higuruma doesn’t cum that much it like toji where it’s a pretty normal amount. His cum isn’t super white either, it’s kind of on the clear side and super stringy which is perfect for cumming on your tongue imo