#peer instruction

[superheroabasupport]

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[nanowatzophina]

The Disney movie Wish could have been a really fantastic project that discussed Creative Burnout and would have been incredibly moving but instead we got a hot mess of confusion and no real weight to anything. In this Ted Talk I’ll be—

[kens-puku]

Y'all are gonna think I'm so weird.

But I'm running with this idea I've had for a while for my mcl ocs. Well, other than the actual other mcl ocs I've made.

It's part lazy, part bizarre.

Clones.

Yep, clones.

My MCL NG oc is a clone of the original Puku, but different. I haven't figured out the details yet, but it's like what I did with Pukun, Puku's male clone. It has the idea of a type of clone theory idea of nature vs nurture. The DNA and nature of the puku clones is the same, but the nurture is always a bit different depending on circumstances. Puku "prime" is the parent of all the clones made, but Puku "prime" had a different parentage and upbringing than the clones. Not to mention, the events of each mcl game has different outcomes for clone Puku.

This Puku has -teal- hair and is a zoomer, I guess. Raised by Puku "prime" and has the existential grappling of dealing with being a clone in general.

There's... still a lot of ironing out to do. Like... Where does Kentin fit into all this? How should I incorporate the family given to Puku 2.0 in New Generation?

Why am I giving this plot to an MCL OC!??

lol

[jinxneedssleep]

When you’re not autistic but everyone thinks you are. Call that autism by association

[anotherpapercut]

had this assignment due last week that I ended up turning in 3 days late and it was like 6 pages long and very detailed and I'm now doing a peer review and this person has 1 page comprised primarily of single sentence descriptions of historical events

[salcristina]

@ anon: I am less concerned w any individual's conduct online, and more w groups presenting themselves as "health / wellness services" in dishonest and dangerous ways.

1 - Someone being rude may be a good reason to turn them down as a volunteer, but not to stop them from simply *using* a crisis support service, but the real issue here is

2 - There is a group of people billing themselves as a "crisis support service" who in reality don't seem qualified to do that in any way, shape, or form, and I am legitimately more worried for the people they are offering "help" to, than I am for the people they turn away.

[aroacecowboy]

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[kunawned]

choso is so nervous as his head rests in between your thighs, nearly gawking at your glistening core. he's just simply staring at it, not knowing what to do or even how to begin. should he lick? should he use his fingers? should he kiss it? — his mind is racing and he simply has no idea what to do.

you prop yourself up on your elbows, an idea having popped into your head. you tell him to make one of his hands into a fist and you bring it to close to your mouth as you say, "i'll show you how i want it to be done and you follow."

he doesn't entirely get what you mean until you lick a stripe along his clenched fingers. he hesitantly leans in closer before copying your ministrations on your puffy folds — gliding his tongue from the bottom all the way up to your clit. he hears a little whimper from you and that inflates his ego a tiny bit, eager to keep going.

"is... what i did right?," he asks, peering up at you with big, lust-blown eyes. you nod, as you lay back down, still clutching onto his hand as you lick another stripe along it. he copies you once more and he feels your legs closing in slightly around his head. "mhm, just follow me," you instruct, getting yourself comfortable for him.

your tongue begins to make tiny circles over his fingers and choso does the same, swirling his tongue on your sweet core. you moan softly around his fingers, continuing your handiwork as he follows you intently, revelling in the way you're squirming and making those cute little noises for him.

you start to suckle on his knuckles, lightly flitting your tongue every now and then. choso replicates your actions diligently, making sure he's doing it exactly how you want. and by the way your chest is heaving and the way your mewling adorably for him, he's pretty confident he's doing it right. his mouth latches onto your slick folds, guzzling down your juices and jamming his tongue in to get an even better taste of your sweetness.

at this point, your mind is completely hazy as he slobbers and slurps on your juices, ravaging you as if he's drinking in his last meal. you're barely able to think straight as his tongue and mouth work overtime on your poor cunt, whining his name over and over again. you're not even guiding him anywhere, using his hand merely as support as you writhe beneath him.

"fuck so good," he growls, using his free hand to spread you out more, driving his tongue in and feeling your gummy walls all over him. you tug on his hair, pushing him further down and his nose rubs against your clit which has you arching your back off the mattress.

he's getting sloppier and hungrier, devouring you like a starved man. you're getting wetter and wetter and he's just getting greedier the more he abuses your sweet little pussy. your moans are getting higher pitched and breathier, indicating your oncoming climax.

in a matter of a few seconds, you're coating his mouth with your candied slick, his face now glistening with your arousal. you come down from your high, chest rising and falling as you try to compose yourself. choso lifts his head up, grinning at you from ear to ear. he looks so pleased with himself, licking the remnants of you off of his mouth. "can i try that again?," he asks and with those adorable big eyes, how could you say no?

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

✰ when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.

rating: sfw — cw: none

anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral couple’s trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.

she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasn’t something he’d be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldn’t hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.

“rafe?” she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. “hm?” he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. “can we, maybe, try something?” she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.

“what’s that?” he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. “before you say no, just hear me out, okay?” she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.

“i wanna see if you can lift me,” she informed simply, to which rafe’s brows rose in question. “if i can lift you?” he clarified with a mild confusion, “y’know i can — do it all the time.”

“no, i mean, like—,” she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, “it’s for a video thing… like this.” he watched intently as a couple performed the ‘lift’ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.

“why?” he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. “i don’t know, looks fun — it’s cute,” y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. “looks kinda dumb,” he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and it’s need for spontaneous niches. “oh,” y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device — maybe he was right.

rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didn’t mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.

“okay, come on,” he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. “what?” she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. “let’s do it,” he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. “really?” she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. “yeah, i just— is that it?” he motioned to the phone in her grasp, “i just pick you up?”

“yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldn’t help but let his lips mimic her own. “alright, go set it up,” he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.

“please don’t drop me,” she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. “i’d never,” he scoffed with a soft smile, “just tell me when.”

“almost,” she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, “okay-okay, three, two, one.” instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didn’t need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.

the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording — the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didn’t lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.

“look,” she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. “i see,” he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.

“i love it,” she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. “good,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out — a call he was expecting.

“i’ve gotta take this,” he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from it’s place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).

 personapeters 2024 — all rights reserved • masterlist

[sugoroo]

# PUT ME IN A MOVIE!

ʚɞ summary. in which the jjk men decide to send a snippet of your fun in the sheets to a friend, so you better be ready to put on a good show. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + nanami.

warnings. fem!reader, exhibitionism, filming of sex, oral (m receiving), facial, fingering, pussy slaps, penetration (p in v), doggystyle, spanking + brief choking in toji's, squirting, handjob, 18+ minors dni.

SATORU GOJO

"yeahhh, stay just like that for me, baby," satoru croons as he peers down at your patiently waiting form, raising the phone slightly to get the best possible angle of your position knelt between his legs. "suguru's gonna dig this."

"isn't he gonna be pissed at you for sending him something like this while he's on a mission abroad?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as your boyfriend quickly dismisses your question with a simple wave of his hand.

"nah, i'm sure he'll appreciate having some... material to keep him sated during that boring ass assignment." the white-haired menace grins unapologetically, reaching down with his free hand to push some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "—not to mention, he's always going on about how pretty he finds you. he should be honoured i'm willing to let him see this, honestly."

"if you say so, toru," you hum sceptically with a small shrug, earning yourself a fond head pat from the aforementioned man as he returns his attention to the view from behind the screen. "and what do you want me to do, exactly?"

"just do what you usually would before sucking me off," satoru instructs, before pausing to scratch the underside of his chin thoughtfully. "but add a little more teasing just to make him squirm when he watches it, heh."

"that's so mean! poor sugu." you tease lightly, running your hands over his toned thighs through the material of his sweatpants. there's already a visible tent growing at the crotch; no doubt from the mere idea that his bestfriend is going to be witnessing this exact moment in a few hours, too.

"oh yeah, he's just sooo mistreated by getting a video of my hot girlfriend putting her mouth on my dick." he gasps theatrically, before erupting into a small fit of laughter at his own antics, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

"now now, don't go getting ahead of yourself." you tut chidingly, punishing him with a sharp flick to his pelvis through his trousers and causing him to yelps dramatically in pain — however, the sound quickly morphs into a soft moan when you soothe the sting by nuzzling your nose against it.

purposefully teasing him just as you were told, you drag your face from the side of his hip to the unmistakeable bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants, brushing your lips over it and gazing up at the camera lens of the phone through your lashes.

"mmm. look at her, suguru," satoru groans deeply, using two fingers to zoom in on your expression as you start gently mouthing at his clothed erection. "bet you wish she was doing this to you right now, huhh?"

but his plans to utter mocking comments to his friend throughout the duration of the video quickly unravel once you've gotten his lower half bare, the only sounds leaving his lips being broken whines and moans of pleasure as you work him over with your mouth and tongue.

"f-fuck, baby, that's—" he attempts to speak, bright eyes rolling back so far in his head he swears he sees the pearly white gates of heaven when you start fondling his neglected balls in time with the practised bobs of your head. "so goood."

"yeah?" you murmur once you slide your mouth off the end of his saliva-coated cock with a lewd pop!, blinking up at both him and the camera with a mischievous smile. "or maybe you're just feeling even more sensitive than usual because you know suguru's gonna be watching this later, hmm?"

"h-hey!" satoru whisper-shouts in embarrassment, pale cheeks visibly staining a deep shade of pink behind the phone as a little trickle of gooey pre-cum oozes from his angered tip as a result of your words. "don't say stuff like that, he'll never let me live it down."

"oh, come on," you chuckle in amusement, slowly lolling your tongue out to lick a long, teasing stripe across the underside of his veiny shaft. "like he isn't gonna be jerking one out to this exact part of the video imagining what you looked like behind the camera while i did this to you."

"shit— y-you really think he'll do that?" he breathes out shakily, cock twitching from both the visual image you've conjured up in his head and the feeling of your pleasureful ministrations against him.

"oh, i know he will," you purr in a low, sultry caress of a tone as you flick the tip of your tongue over his leaking slit just the way he likes it. "he'll probably even cum at the same time you do, just from hearing your sounds."

"oh god... baby, ngh!, i'm g-gonna—" and satoru can't even finish his sentence before he's throwing his head back in ecstasy, thick ropes of milky cum spurting from his cockhead and splattering across your features.

"hm, i think you might've been right after all," you muse as you collect some of his release from your cheek, delving it into your mouth and making direct eye contact with the camera while sucking it from the digit. "suguru is gonna dig this."

SUGURU GETO

"ah ah, c'mon, pretty, none of that," suguru scolds as you try to snap your legs closed again, prying them right back open with his free hand while the other brings the phone closer to your dripping cunt. "gotta make sure satoru gets a good view, don't we?"

you whine in embarrassment, bringing your own hands up to cover your heated face as your boyfriend uses two of his slender fingers to separate your puffy pussy lips, a low groan leaving his throat as he does so.

"such a cute little pussy, aren't you?" he croons, seemingly having no reservations about talking to it as he trails the pad of one of his fingers down your leaking slit. "yeahh, i know you are. and so does satoru now, too."

"s-sugu, stop it!" you squeak quietly, peering down at him between the cracks of your fingers with an involuntary pout. he only chuckles at your display of shyness, the edges of his violet eyes crinkling with amusement as he reaches up to gently tug your hands away from your face.

"and why should i, baby?" suguru hums smoothly, trapping both of your wrists in the grip of one of his large hands while he props the phone up against your thigh so he can continue playing with your cunt. "i know you secretly like it, otherwise she wouldn't be so soaked."

"t-that's not—!" you huff in protest, quickly trailing off when he abruptly punishes you for lying in the form of a sharp smack! against your tacky folds.

"what have i told you about telling me fibs, hmm?" he tuts, soothing the sting of the slap by rubbing the heel of his palm over your twitching skin. "you're making me look bad in front of satoru. and you don't want that, do you, sweet girl?"

"...no." you mutter meekly, feeling your body once again betray you by oozing more webby arousal onto his fingers at the mere thought that satoru is going to be watching this video later tonight.

suguru releases yet another rich laugh as he carefully scoops up some of your translucent juices with a finger, waving it around in front of the camera lens before sinking it into his mouth with a satisfied hmph. "i bet he's gonna wish he was here get a taste of you too. you know how much he loves sweet things."

"y-yeah?" you mumble breathlessly, hips weakly bucking up in search of some friction as his words sink straight down into the already coiling spool of pleasure buried in the depths of your stomach. "and would you let him?"

he taps the bottom of his chin in thought for a few moments, a cat-like smile spreading across his lips as he leans over you to whisper in your ear, hot breaths brushing against the hairs on the side of your neck. "only if he took it from my fingers... i wouldn't let him drink from the source — no, that's for me only."

a small mewl of pleasure escapes you at his words, and that's when his eyes flicker down to notice that you've sneakily managed to wriggle one of your wrists from his grip and ease one of your own fingers into your fluttering hole while he was speaking.

oh, you're in for it now.

suguru rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning both above your head this time before lowering his own between your writhing thighs and making direct eye contact with the camera from beneath his dark lashes. "now you're gonna see what happens when my girl misbehaves, satoru. hope you're strapped in for a bumpy ride."

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"c'mon, mama, i know y'can do a better arch for me than that," toji huffs impatiently as he delivers a sharp slap to your raised ass, making your entire body jolt with a mix of surprise and arousal. "don't ya wanna impress shiu, hmm?"

his words fly straight past your brain, shooting directly down to your stuffed cunt as you bend the front of your body even further down into the mattress, pushing your rear back against him with renewed vigour.

"ohhh, look at that," your boyfriend chortles amusedly, soothing the red handprint where he'd slapped with a gentle pat as a form of reward for your obedience. "looks like my girl is gettin' off on putting on a good ol' show for for my handler, huh? cute."

"shut up, toji," you mutter in response, voice slightly muffled by the material of the pillow as he continues to pound into you in full view of the phone propped up on the bedside table. "like you're not enjoying this too."

"heh. never said i wasn't, baby," he grunts from behind you, rough hands spreading the globes of your ass apart further to give the camera a better picture of the way his thick girth disappears inside of you with each thrust. "i like the idea of showin' him somethin' he can never have."

"you— mmph! — you wouldn't consider letting him join in?" you squeak out through the haze of pleasure he's put you in, hips halting their wriggles backwards as you unsurprisingly fail to keep up with his vicious pace.

"nah," toji hums casually, the only sign of him tiring out being the small tremor in his voice when he feels your spongy walls tighten around him in response to him hitting a particularly deep spot. "wouldn't be opposed to havin' him sit and watch us, though."

he can tell how much you support the idea by the way a gush of arousal drips out of you as soon as the words leave his mouth, dripping down his cock and splattering lewdly against his heavy balls.

"ohh, you like that, dont'cha?" he rumbles, reaching a large hand around to wrap around the front of your throat, giving it a light squeeze. "like thinkin' about shiu sat right next to the bed and jerkin' one out to the sight of me fuckin' you good, huhh?"

a wanton moan spills from your lips at this, pussy almost cutting off the blood circulation in his cock with how tightly it squeezes him when you cum. his darkened eyes flicker down, groaning when he sees the way your translucent juices spray the sheets beneath the two of you.

"hot damn, baby," toji growls, swiping up the phone from the bedside table and bringing it closer to film the mess you've caused where your bodies are connected. "ya see this shit, shiu? think we might have'ta organize a little cucking session some time soon, don't you?"

CHOSO KAMO

"s-so who are you planning on showing this to again?" choso utters sheepishly from his position splayed out across the bed, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and twitching cock standing to attention between his legs as you aim the phone in his direction.

"just yuki," you hum casually, peering over the top of the device and giving him a small, reassuring smile. "are you sure you're okay with this? because we can always stop if—"

"—no! i-i mean, no thank you," he squeaks hurriedly, shy chestnut eyes darting to the side in embarrassment as he registers just how eager he sounded. "i'm fine."

you release a soft laugh at his shyness, reaching down to cup one of his rosy cheeks in your free hand give it a teasing squeeze. "aww, is thinking about yuki seeing you like this making you all flustered, baby?"

choso lets out a quiet whine at how easily you read him, bare body squirming slightly against the mattress in response to your words. "i-it's just... sometimes she can be so mean. what if she makes fun of me for this?"

"oh, she won't," you purr seductively, trailing your fingers down from his cheek to his plump pectorals that rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes. "she'll be too busy... taking care of herself after watching this video."

his mouth falls open into a comical little 'o' shape at the mental image your implication alights in his mind, the flushed tip of his cock spurting out a trail of translucent pre-cum as a result. "she'll really be doing that because o-of me?"

"of course, pretty boy," you hum amusedly, giving one of his pebbled nipples a soft tweak with your thumb and forefinger and relishing in the little yelp the action earns you. "you have no idea how delicious you look right now, do you?"

choso shakes his head meekly, back arching off the bed as he needily pushes his chiselled torso into your touch. "n-no. but... can you tell me? how d-delicious i look?"

"mhmm," you coo softly, propping the phone up against one of his thick thighs so both of your hands are free to play with his quivering cock. "you look good enough to eat, cho. such an obedient boy, all laid out for me like this."

your boyfriend whimpers pathetically at your praise, messy tresses of dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat when you finally wrap a hand around his girthy base. "k-keep talking to me, pretty girl. please?"

"...and it's not just me who thinks you're perfect, either," you continue as you begin to stroke him languidly, other hand snaking down to gently fondle his heavy balls and making his legs tremble either side of you in response. "bet yuki's gonna be soaked just from watching this video."

"s-shit—! can't... gonna cum already," choso cries out, hips frantically bucking up into your fist like a teenager receiving his first handjob before his cock twitches violently beneath your hold, thick stripes of cum oozing from his reddened tip.

you quickly stop the recording so you can pull his shaky body into your arms, comforting him through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm as he buries his head into your clothed chest with a content mewl.

"...m-maybe we should do that more often." comes choso's soft, barely audible mumble as he peers up at you from between his messy bangs once a few minutes of comfortable silence have passed.

and oh, if that's how worked up a simple bit of filming is going to get him each time? you definitely agree.

KENTO NANAMI

"hopefully this video helps hiromi relax a little bit," nanami muses as he sets up the phone against the pillow next to your head, angling it so the lens of the camera has the perfect view of your sprawled out form waiting for him. "he's been ever so stressed lately."

"you're so considerate, ken," you hum affectionately as he settles himself between your legs, reaching up to caress his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "doing all of this for your friend."

"mmm," he hums warmly, leaning his angular face into your touch slightly as he places his large hands either side of your body. "and you're the perfect wife, agreeing to let me film such an intimate moment. i love you so much, honey, you know that?"

"i know," you respond with a gentle smile, eyes flickering down to watch as he aligns his leaky cock with your awaiting cunt. "i love you too, kento. always."

he returns your smile with a loving one of his own before slowly, with the utmost care, beginning to ease himself inside of you. he relishes in the way your arms fly to the back of his neck for support and your legs wind around his waist as each inch makes its way home — but most of all, the way the camera catches every moment as it happens.

the thought of hiromi watching this later and growing hard in his work slacks, paired with the heavenly feeling of bottoming out within the familiar coziness of your spongy walls, has nanami groaning in pleasure.

"you feel utterly divine, love," he whispers tenderly against the shell of your ear, quiet enough so the phone won't pick it up but loud enough that the words will send a shiver rippling down your spine. "taking me so well."

as the two of you move together in a well-practised dance of passion, nanami makes sure to cast his eyes towards the phone every now and again, picturing hiromi's dark eyes dilating with pleasure when he inevitably watches this video later tonight.

"close, sweetheart—" he rasps a few moments later, a few strands of blonde hair hanging over his glistening forehead as he returns his focus to you lying beneath him, holding himself up with one hand while the other reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his palm. "inside?"

"m-mhmm." is all you can manage to get out through your haze of pleasure, ankles digging into the muscles of his back to pull him in impossibly deeper as he twitches with need inside of you.

and when his heavy balls contract against your ass, thick cum spilling straight into your womb where his cockhead is buried, nanami can't help but wonder what hiromi will think when he sees his expression of bliss as he orgasms, head thrown back and jaw slack in ecstasy.

oh dear — he's starting to realize that just sending this video won't be enough... maybe he should invite hiromi into your bedroom next time so he can more efficiently help to remove the other man's stress.

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[shotmrmiller]

getting shot down by ghost without even asking him out or anything because he'd heard from one scottish bird that your type of guy was exactly like him and thinking back on it now, all the qualities you'd listed for your dream man do sound like as if you were describing him. yikes.

you don't take his rejection to heart, even though it does lightly sting but before you get a chance to explain that said scottish bird is an idiot and very mistaken in his assumption, ghost is telling you that it'd never work, you'd only get hurt and that you do take to heart because what does that mean, exactly? does he think you some dewy eyed farm girl looking for love? that you can't have casual sex with someone without eventually wanting for more?

"tha' ain't wha' i said. you'd get hurt, i mean look at ya." what about you? it's not like you'd let any of what happens behind closed doors affect your performance or anything, you and kyle always keep things professional while in the field.

also, is he aware that he doesn't have to have a reason to not want to sleep with you, or anyone else for that matter?

"you're small," he states, as if fact.

small? small where? your irritation dissipates, shoulders bleeding tension as genuine worry begins to set in. his vision might actually be going bad. could it be the black paint he wears under his mask? is it even safe to use on the face let alone near the eyes? did he read the instructions?

but then you realize he's looking at your legs, or specifically, what's between them and things click, and now you're wondering how someone so bloody brilliant could be this fucking stupid.

"while i appreciate your concern, lieutenant," you pointedly snap, "that's not even- i'd be just fine." he's a big guy, for sure. massive, if being honest. his neck alone is easily bigger than both your hands and you've caught him once or twice having to duck his head to enter the debriefing room but him being so endowed that it poses a threat to you is idiotic at best.

he hums, long and low in his throat, as he peers down at you through heavy lidded eyes, and raises his right shoulder in a shrug. "as you like," and that's the one and only warning you got.

simon had given you as much foreplay as needed, had lapped at your pussy until you forgot what day of the week it was, curled and scissored his fingers until his bedsheets were sodden and it still hadn't been enough. he'd only fit about a fourth of it in before he took pity on you and fucked your thighs instead until he got close, pushing his ruddy tip back into your aching cunt because "spillin' outside is a waste," and sent you on your merry way.

you're no quitter though and after some shopping online, your saving grace (dilators) will be here in a week.

(now to find soap and rip the rest of his hair right out his scalp for wagging his tongue.)

[nasa-is-shaking]

Good morning tumblr users, it's 8:39 and I'm already at my limit

[vrtualchg]

SIT PRETTY FOR HIM

he always knew she was smart. knew she was brilliant, really—sharp-tongued, stubborn, way too serious for her own good. but exams made her spiral. and fred couldn't stand watching her fall apart when she deserved to fall apart on him instead. maybe she thought she could out-focus him. outlast him. but she should’ve known better—because fred weasley wasn’t about to let his girl forget how good it felt to be taken care of. even if it meant fucking her through the stress, filling her up so thoroughly she’d leave the library dripping. he loved her. but he also loved making her fall apart for him. over and over again.

pairing: Fred Weasley x stressed!reader

genre: smut, soft dom!Fred, slight comfort, Hogwarts era

tw: MDNI 18+, sexual content, size kink, breeding kink, public risk (library), praise kink, overstimulation, aftercare, soft dominance, fingering, penetrative sex, possessive thoughts, Fred being obsessed in the sweetest way, cockwarming, mild power play (consensual), emotional support through sex

NEWTs loomed like storm clouds—unforgiving, relentless, all-consuming. Hogwarts thrummed with anxious energy: students hunched over desks like prisoners to their revision, quills scratching with frantic desperation, parchment stacking in teetering towers. Even the castle seemed to hold its breath.

Fred Weasley, for once, was almost stressed. He’d never say it aloud. Not with his signature grin, the easy charm that made stress bounce off him like rain off an umbrella. But the truth was, he was worried. Not for himself.

For her.

Y/N was unraveling.

Her brilliance was the kind that made professors whisper and peers seethe with envy—sharp, precise, terrifyingly clever. But now she looked like a storm herself: eyes rimmed with exhaustion, lips bitten raw, shoulders knotted with tension as she buried herself in another impossibly dense potions textbook.

Fred found her in the farthest corner of the library, so still and so tense it made something primal twist in his chest. She hadn’t even noticed him approach.

He stepped behind her and leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of ink and lavender.

“You hiding from me now?” he asked, voice low and teasing, his breath grazing her ear.

She didn’t look up. “I’m studying.”

But she reached for him anyway—always did—her hand ghosting over his as he slid into the seat beside her. He smiled. She was cracking at the seams and still, she reached for him.

“Let me help,” he said gently, arms snaking around her waist, tugging her into his lap like she weighed nothing. “Come on, clever girl. You’ve been at it for hours.”

Her body stiffened in protest, but he was already adjusting her, letting her rest against the broad plane of his chest, her back pressed to him like a second skin.

“Fred—” she began, heat creeping up her neck. “We’re in the bloody library.”

“And it’s late. Quiet. Empty. And you’re barely breathing, love.” His voice dipped, lips brushing her ear again. “Let me take care of you.”

The textbook was still open, pages cluttered with potion instructions, her handwriting scribbled in the margins. He shifted her just enough to lay the book in front of them.

“Read it to me,” he murmured. “Out loud.”

She blinked. “You want me to read…?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, fingers already skimming beneath her skirt, warm palms rough and careful all at once. “Productivity, right?”

She hesitated. Then began.

Her voice was soft, shaky—struggling to stay steady as his hand found her inner thigh and stroked up, deliberate and slow. His touch burned like a promise, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. She gasped softly, the word *"asphodel"* breaking on her tongue.

“Keep reading,” he whispered, brushing his mouth against the shell of her ear. “You stop, I stop.”

The fabric between them was growing damp. Fred groaned, so low it vibrated against her spine.

“You’re soaked already?” he teased, his voice all velvet and heat. “You like this, don’t you? My clever girl pretending she can focus with my cock pressed against her.”

She whimpered, hips twitching—and he immediately stilled her with a firm grip on her waist.

“Don’t move. Not yet.”

And then she felt it—the unmistakable sound of his belt loosening, the rustle of denim, the sudden, heavy weight of him nudging at her entrance.

“Fred—” she breathed, voice tight, caught between panic and arousal.

He chuckled darkly, soft and affectionate. “You know how big I am, love. You know I need time to stretch you out. Just sit pretty for me baby, yeah? Be good.”

She clenched around nothing, aching, the anticipation unbearable.

When he slid inside, it was slow, inch by inch, thick and unrelenting. She gasped, hands scrambling for the edge of the table to ground herself as he filled her completely.

“Fuck,” he growled against her neck. “You’re always so tight. Always take me so well.”

He stilled once he was buried to the hilt, arms tightening around her middle like he was holding himself together by a thread. She could feel every twitch of him inside her, every soft pulse.

“Just sit pretty,” he murmured. “Read for me.”

Her voice was nearly gone, breathless, cracked. Still, she obeyed, her body trembling as she stumbled over potion ingredients, her thighs shaking as Fred started tracing slow circles over her clit.

“That’s it,” he praised softly. “Good girl. Let me take care of you.”

Her orgasm built fast—too fast. She bit down on her sleeve to muffle the moan, hips jerking despite herself. Fred groaned, low and guttural.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Soak me. Show me how much you need me.”

She shattered around him, body convulsing in his lap, trying so desperately to stay quiet as she fell apart. Fred didn’t stop—he kissed the side of her face, her neck, whispered praise into her skin like she was a prayer.

And then he started moving.

Slow, deep thrusts, rocking into her from beneath. She was so wet he slid in easily, the sounds obscene in the silence of the library.

“I love you,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

She barely managed a reply, her body boneless in his arms.

And then he said it—low, right against her ear, like a secret:

“Gonna fill you up again. Want you dripping when you walk back to your dorm. Wanna see it leaking down your thighs, love. My cum. My girl.”

She moaned, clutching at his arms, overwhelmed.

“You like that, don’t you?” he cooed. “You like being full of me. Bet your pretty little cunt was made to be bred.”

She clenched around him at the words, another orgasm cresting as he thrust harder now, chasing his own release.

“Fuck—gonna come—gonna fill you up,” he groaned, hands holding her in place, hips stuttering as he spilled into her, hot and thick, so much she could feel it leaking already. “Take it. All of it.”

They stayed like that—panting, shaking, still connected—until her breathing slowed.

She turned her face, pressing a dazed kiss to his jaw.

“I’m gonna fail my exams,” she whispered, limp and fucked-out in his arms.

Fred chuckled, still half-hard inside her. “You’re top of the class, love. You’ll be fine.”

He shifted slightly, and she gasped again.

“You’re not done?” she asked, breath catching.

His grin was all teeth, wicked and soft.

“I said I’d help you forget, didn’t I?”

[fallingskiesandrisingseas]

But what was most baffling to all that met the Pevensies after they came back was that they were kind.

Really. Not pretending, not because they were insecure. True, empathic. Far too understanding for children their age. They all have music in them.

Peter’s hands feel too small for him, but he shakes hands all the same. Gentle pressure. There is nobility behind those eyes. Eyes that always border on the supernatural sort of blue, especially in the dark.

He plays the guitar, gently coaxing otherworldly sounds out of an instrument that did not know it could be played like that. He helps his siblings with their homework, is taller much faster than his peers. Seems to take up more space, even though no one understands how a teenage boy manages that.

He doesn’t like doing nothing, ever. He instructs his classmates in grammar, gives away figures he cuts from wood with a knife that seems too sharp for a boy that small. He never hurts himself, though.

As the years pass, Peter grows strong. But he is gentle. He does not seem to be brash, even when many of his friends are. Peter keeps his emotions in check. Noble. Not undangerous, but not belligerent. Peter only ends fights, and only with people that deserve it.

He offers advice, a pat on the back. Teachers wanna dislike him, some do not like the look behind those eyes. Most find they cannot. Peter is popular with both adults and children, speaks sense and laughs often.

Peter is kind. Pious, devout. His faith is unmovable like rock. Did the kids meet God on the estate of their uncle?

Edmund plays the violin. A sad Edmund is a rare sight, but when he plays sad he can keep his whole floor awake. Somehow, Peter always finds h him quickly, effortlessly attuned to his brother’s moods. They play chess, then. Their chess master must have been a champion, Ed beats people with ease. He’s usually not smug about it.

Ed speaks politics and war in earnest, accepts critique graciously, is elegant in a way Peter never manages. Peter speaks frankly, but Edmund can wrap words up real nice. He doesn’t mince words, but his classmates grow into liking the sound of his voice. They appreciate that Edmund does not lie, even when speaking tactfully. Edmund can dial the temperature in a room, change it to suit himself.

He, too, laughs often, but Edmund is known to smirk. He likes being right and he often is. He’ll entertain anyone with a good story, always seems to have the right information to help you out. Remedies to illness, connections, job openings, how to sneak out of PE.

He’s a spider in a web. A bit reserved for a 11 year old, and oddly well-connected. A real ghost when he wants to be, but he never scares people with it.

Aslan would not approve of that. He believes in God as well, but much more intellectually. He’s got the intelligence to back it up and wit to match. A scholarly belief, but not lacking conviction.

Teachers like his enthousiasm, remember a moody nagging child when he left and see a secure young man come back.

Edmund will stand up for what is right. He gets into some trouble like that, but his verbal agility saves him always. Edmund has strong principles and will not bend them for anyone. No matter the trouble he gets in.

The bond with his brother is unbreakable. They even walk the same, chest out, left hand on their belt. They seem most at ease when fencing.

Susan was always warm and tenderhearted, but when she comes back there is a difference.

She seems to have gained authority. It’s real strange watching a 13-year old use her beauty like a grown woman, but Susan has learned to wield it, to stun people so she can creep under their skin. People LISTEN to her now.

Her wit is like a knife, but she avoids cutting deep. Susan is reasonable, and strong, and principled. The little drama others get involved in does not bother her, and she seems immune to petty insults. She has killed before, with her hands.

She will do it with kindness now. She is not very approachable ( that would be Lucy ), but she is kind. She used to mother over her brothers and sisters, but now that they have raised each other in a court full of magic she has gotten more relaxed. They listen to her on important issues, trust in her judgement. Her brothers does not deem himself more important, she is both well-spoken and well-respected by her siblings. Equal. It baffles the old men that teach her. Irritates them, too.

There is an air of mystery around her. Half a look is enough to get what she wants, Susan’s friends laud her security in herself, her Mona Lisa smile. She seems to temper moods easily, makes people feel at ease.

She most of everyone exudes royalty. It’s the grace. Susan plays the harp, her long fingers dancing across the strings like she’s had a lifetime of practice. She’s elegant, never caught off guard. Jamais faux pas.

She does not get angry. She knows who she will be. She is anxious to become an adult, yes, but she only wishes to look how she feels. Not to look differently. Yet the wish to be taken seriously, to have someone see you as an adult, it makes her surprisingly similar to her peers.

Her friends have not been old yet, is all. But Susan is calm and collected. People see her as someone you can tell a secret to. She never hurts someone, is usually a neutral party, speaks sense to adult and kids alike. She is not ignorant, however, will use every trick in the book to keep the peace. She knows when to go nuclear. Vis pacem para bellum.

Lucy is a sun in human form. She has a joie de vivre that is unmatched, is gay and golden-haired and never in a bad mood.

Lucy is kind by default, does not turn it off, does not turn it down. She’s witty and funny and quick on her feet. She has been grown before, yes, but enjoys being young for a few years more. She dances, sings old tunes. Her voice is her favorite instrument, you can usually hear Lucy coming.

Whistling a tune in the halls is known to improve the moods of everyone who hears it immensely. Young girls need to figure out who they are, but Lucy knows, knows what she’ll be and who she likes and what kind of people she wants to be around. She is not pretending, never moody. She can get sad, of course, but her older brothers and sisters are always nearby when that happens.

Lucy is genuine and fierce and convinced, immovable at times. Admired for her drive, but respected for her empathy. She speaks to everyone, often distributes flowers. There’s no naivite in her at all, she simply wishes to be like this so that the world may imitate her. She likes to see people prosper, is the first with praise.

She will go far, is the consensus. There’s steel beneath the soft exterior, Lucy has fire below the flowers. She’s well-liked and well-loved. She has love in spades, it seems, animals and stragglers and misfits and outcasts. She’s popular, her room is a good place to get a cup of tea and someone who will listen to you for some time. After a while she no longer bothers with the door.

That a heart that size fits in a girl that small is a mystery to many. Lucy does not think it is a mystery at all. It is the heart of a lion.

Her faith is as vocal as the rest of her, she sees it confirmed in all that is beautiful, all that is kind. She never tries to convert anyone but there are several people who have told her that version of God is someone they would like to know.

The Pevensies often see each other at parties, where they like to stand together. Edmund knows about everyone, everyone knows Peter, everyone likes Susan, but it is Lucy who knows everyone.

They are kind, but not weak. Peter gets his knuckles bloody sometimes, Edmund does not abide by the rules of unjust teachers. Susan and Lucy solve their problems differently but no less effective. Kindness is their usual way of operating, but they are still kings and queens. They will not allow cruelty, will not let bullies go unpunished.

They are sure of what they are and sure of what comes after death and this makes them kind. Kind , not harmless. Kind, not spineless. Kind, not ignorant. Kind, not naive.

Kind despite. Maybe kind because. The kings and queens of Narnia are proud of what they are, honour the teachings of their lion friend. Kind.

When the crash happens and three siblings die, everyone they know mourns deeply. Without them, the world is less kind.

[lay-z]

Based on porn I recently watched.

Simon Riley gets his cock sounded. [ 18+ ]

When you approach him with a peculiar request, he gives you one of his trademark shrugs—the king of nonchalance, he is.

"Whot's a bit more metal in my dick, eh?" he jokes before turning his attention back to the telly and the football match he's watching; sipping his beer with one arm propped behind his head, splayed out on the couch like a lazy alley cat on his rare day off.

And with his permission, you buy sounding rods, curious as you are, a toothy smile playing on your lips when you put the sex toys in your virtual shopping basket; mentally telling yourself repeatedly that you'll give him the most mind-blowing orgasm he's ever had.

Orgasms your fiancée will remember even if he's thousands of miles away from you.

Three days later, the package arrives, and Simon is peeking over your shoulder as you rip open the brown box on the plush carpet in your bedroom, cross-legged like a happy teen on Christmas Eve.

"Two?" He clucks his tongue, suddenly suspicious. "Why two?"

You show him the first one, holding it up for him to inspect like Rafiki presenting Simba to Pride Rock.

They're both stainless steel rods. One six inches with barely a few millimeters in diameter, the other eight inches with tiny bumps and ridges along its length, and the slightest bit thicker, too.

You push the small button at the top of the second one and it begins to vibrate gently.

"This one's a vibrator!" you announce with glee while Simon's throat bobs as he swallows thickly.

That evening, you have him lay down naked on your comfortable king-sized bed, right in the middle of it, while you dress up in your sexiest pair of panties—just for him—with your pretty tits out and your eyes twinkling as you drink in the view, sitting on your haunches next to him.

"Should take tha' off, too," he mutters with a playful tug on the lacey waistband, "and sit in on my cock instead."

You tut, swatting his hand away while he chuckles gruffly.

"I'll get there eventually, Riley."

He's already half hard when you dribble a generous glob of clear lube onto the deep flushing tip of his cockhead. The three silver ladder piercings on the underside of his thick shaft start glinting in the dimmed light as you spread the slick down his whole length, teasing the thick, pulsing veins with your fingertips until his breath starts hitching.

"Fuckin' love yer hands," he groans as you start stroking him with both hands, his head hitting the pillow with a dull thud as you twist your wrists rhythmically, massaging him throughly.

"What was that?" Your hands still, gripping the base of of his now twitching prick as you fix him with a stern look and an arched brow.

A brief pause. His bulky chest heaves, then: "Fuck... fuckin' love yer hands, mommy."

You smile adoringly at him when he peers down at you, and next, his cheeks flush as deeply as the tip of his cock.

"Yer killin' me, sweet'art." His chest rumbles with another groan and his head lolls back again. You giggle softly and your hands continue to pump his slick, silky flesh.

And you keep jerking his prick one handed while reaching for the first rod with your free hand, lubing it well before bringing it up to his little piss hole.

"Relax for me, yeah? Tell me if it hurts, baby." You instruct him gently and wait for his nod.

Simon does nod, and you pull his foreskin taut to rub the cool tip around his weeping, fluttering slit, eagerly oozing with precum when you push the sleek steel inside carefully, watching in awe as his cock swallows it up with ease.

"Oh... f-fuck, m-mommy," Simon moans roughly, back bowing off the mattress while his thighs tremble at the pleasurable intrusion.

"Feels good?" And Simon nods more eagerly. "Y-Yeah... feels fuckin'–" He exhales a shuddering breath. "Fuckin' brilliant."

He's fisting and twisting the bedsheets, dark eyes blown black with lust and squeezing shut, his other hand groping your supple thigh as you push the rod in deeper while stroking his cock, and it's both a mesmerizing sight and a strange mix of power and arousal now coursing through your veins, like you're high on the pleasure you're giving him.

The room is filled with his musk, the sticky scent of lube and pre, the slow shlick shlick shlick of your firm hand pumping his length while you simultaneously fuck his tiny hole with the sounding rod, the gusset of your panties already soaked with your own syrupy slick.

Then he gasps. "M-Mommy, 'm ah–close!"

And you slow down, rubbing your thumb along his smooth piercings, toying with the barbells lazily as you slowly pull out the rod again, only keeping its tip inside his slit while rolling the steel between the pads of your thumb and index, teasing and edging him while his chest heaves with panting breaths, his calloused hand squeezing the fat of your thigh harder until his fingers leave imprints on your supple skin.

"You're not gonna cum until I tell you to, you hear me, sweet boy?"

Simon whines low in his throat, bucking his hips slightly while his muscles clench and flex.

"Yes," he answers roughly, and his face twists in a pleasure-pained grimace, "yes, mommy."

When you're sure his cock is ready and properly prepped, you pull the sleek rod from the depths of his urethra before grabbing the vibrator.

"Ready, Si?" He nods breathlessly, observing you with hazy, half-lidded eyes.

Another big drop of precum oozes from his stretched hole and you lick your licks, utterly thirsty, as you squeeze his shaft, up his mushroomy tip while you watch it dribble down your knuckles before you insert the other sounding rod.

The small bumps and ridges disappear inside his prick, stimulating the sensitive canal as you fuck him with it, eliciting a myriad of hitching breaths and wanton moans from Simon.

"Remember, don't come yet." You're smiling as you remind him before pushing the button, bringing the rod to a soft, steady buzz that makes his eyes widen and his back arch off the mattress.

"Oh, fuck!"

You keep a firm, steady pace as you stroke his cock, amping up the vibrator to the second setting while pushing more inside his hole, down his long prick. He's whining and bucking at this point, causing your smile to widen and your heart to flutter.

"That's right, baby. You can take it all, hm? Such a fucking good boy for mama."

Tears are pooling in his tawny eyes as he babbles curses under his breath, staring at the ceiling while the thick veins in his neck and arms pulse, and his toes curl against the bedding—trying not to combust as his vision starts blurring and his mind clouds with tension and desire.

"Need to cum, mommy, please–" he pleads through clenched teeth, unable to look at you while you tease him mercilessly.

You push the button again and the buzz becomes louder, deep inside his cock, until you feel it around your palm. His cock throbs violently as he cries out, nails digging into your thigh while his other hand slaps against the mattress.

But you keep the rod deep inside, pushing the button again and fourth time as you pump his length faster from root to tip, tits jiggling at the movements.

"You wanna come that badly, baby? Huh? Wanna paint my pretty hands with your fat load, hm? No fucking patience. What a surprise, Riley!" you taunt him condescendingly, watching him squirm under your spell.

He's panting wildly like some dog, nodding once more while a drop of sweat trickles down his temple. "I know, I know, 'm sorry. Fuck, p-please, yes, please! Let me cum!"

There's no trace left of Ghost in this moment; tere's only Simon, your good, sweet boy, and it's exhilarating.

You kiss your teeth while something tugs at your heartstrings—and throbs between your thighs. "Awww, begging me so, so sweetly," you coo. "How could I ever deny someone as sweet and handsome as you, Simon?"

He groans again when you say his name so sugary sweet, your voice dripping down his ear canals like warm blossom honey, causing his pale, scarred skin to pebble with gooseflesh and his small nipples to tighten almost painfully.

And then you push the vibrator inside its whole length before leaning forward to spit on his prick, finally jerking him off like you mean it.

Simon snarls, baring his teeth, nostrils flaring, before his face twists in pleasure, and he cries out your name, huffing and groaning desperately as his climax puts him in a chokehold, eyes rolling back into his skull.

His fat balls draw up tight against his body, and then his small hole gapes more around steel as his cock erupts with thick, hot ropes of cum—a seemingly endless stream of milky white running down your hands as you squeeze and stroke him through his orgasm.

Biting your bottom lip, you press your thighs together, needy for friction against your swollen clit as you watch him come apart under your touch and guidance.

"There you go... good boy," you purr softly, slowly pulling out the vibrator and clicking it off while his mass shudders and trembles with intense aftershocks. "Fucking beautiful, baby."

You continue to stroke him, and Simon whines and mewls when another orgasm wrecks through him; cock pulsing and throbbing weakly in your grasp as a smaller load of cum spurts from his dilated slit.

"Please, m-mommy, I–I can't–" he sobs, patting your thigh meekly while his hips buck.

"Alright, fine." You're grinning triumphantly as he lets out a shuddering, blissful sigh.

His shaft goes limp in your hand, softening and turning half its size with loosened foreskin, though it keeps twitching until you finally let go, allowing him to take a deep breath.

"So good for me, Si," you coo as you clean him and your hand up with a spare towel. Then you're kissing his pubic bone and getting tickled by his dark blonde bush.

"My good, sweet boy." He whimpers as you kiss and bite the pudge of his lower stomach, then up his bulky muscles, his buff chest—peppering each centimeter with a lingering smooch until you reach his face.

Simon wraps both arms around your back, corded muscles flexing to keep you anchored to his warm body, bare tits flush to his chest.

"Minx." He huffs, nudging his forehead against yours in a gentle headbutt, like a cat showing affection. "Was nearly sent to another early grave there."

You snort. "Don't say that." And you bump your nose against his, nipping at his bottom lip.

"I love you," you murmur, finally kissing his lips and slipping your tongue into his mouth, greedy for a taste, and he lets you, while one large hand comes up to cup the back of your head, fingers splaying to gently scratch at your skull.

He's smiling against your sweet lips, utterly sated and wrecked, his heart soaring with content and adoration.

"I love ya, too, m'sweet mama."

[lovebugism]

smthing with joel + his reading glasses please i beg you

ty for requesting :D — one slow morning, joel realizes just how crazy you are for his new glasses (established relationship, fem!reader, smut 18+ | 0.9k)

“What has gotten into you?”

You feel Joel’s chin bobbing against the side of your face as you sprinkle wet kisses up and down the length of his scruffy neck. You’re splayed over the better half of his body like you are over the better half of the mattress — arms wrapped around his shoulders, chest pressed to his ribcage, one leg thrown over his lap beneath the rumpled blankets. 

“You, hopefully,” you mumble into his skin.

“It’s eight in the morning,” Joel scoffs, trying hopelessly to finish the book in his hands. 

Turning the page is quite difficult, he finds, with one arm caged beneath the body pressed so ardently to the side of his. In your defense, the words stopped making sense in his head around the time your lips locked with his pulse point. Now, he’s just being stubborn, really.

“Don’t care—” you insist apathetically and swing your leg the rest of the way over his lap. You straddle him completely, sitting just over his thighs, careful to avoid the battered copy of Crime and Punishment in his grasp. You untie his plaid pajama pants with eager fingers and flash him a mischievous look. “—I want you.” 

Joel peers at you with a pair of deadpan eyes beneath his glasses. He’s able to fake an air of mild annoyance until you reach for the edge of your t-shirt, riding slowly up up up your bare thighs. You pull the fabric over your head, leaving the upper half of your body perfectly bare and the rest of you clad in a thin pair of cotton underwear. Joel’s inhale catches in his chest at the sight.

He caves for you almost instantly then, laying his book blindly on top of the covers beside him. He nods, dark eyes glazed over, until the words catch up to him. “Yeah… Yeah, okay.”

You catch his wrist in a stern and gentle grip when he reaches for his glasses. His calloused fingers freeze on the metal temple of them. “Leave ‘em on,” you instruct.

“They’ll get in the way,” he argues in a muted southern drawl.

“They won’t. I promise.”

The tips of your fingers creep beneath the hem of his pants. They travel slowly down, past the coarse thatch of curly hair and towards the stiffening cock lying in wait along his hipbone. He feels like smooth velvet to the touch as you wrap him in your fist, massaging him the rest of the way hard. 

Joel huffs through his nose as his eyes flutter shut. He tilts his head back, hitting the board behind him with a low thud. “Really?” he murmurs lowly, peering at you through lidded eyes. “It’s the glasses?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you answer in less-than-innocent lilt.

“It’s the glasses that do it for you?”

His dark eyes soften with a manufactured look of indifference, though they glint with something short of amusement beneath his thin, rectangular lenses. Something about it drives you wild, makes you smile so hard your tongue threatens to poke between your teeth.

“You do it for me,” you insist, dragging the top of his pajama pants down his lap. You tuck them beneath his balls and climb further up his body, sliding your panties to the side until the neediest part of you is in line with the stiffer part of him. “The glasses are just a bonus.”

“I look like someone’s grandpa.”

“Like that’s any less hot,” you quip, bracing yourself on his clothed, broad shoulder as you line the tip of his drooling cock to your similarly weeping entrance. 

Joel tilts his scruffy chin, looking at you from the tops of his glasses. He bites back any urge to smile, lest you get the (correct) impression that your teasing excites him. The expression glimmers in his dark gaze, anyway.

“You’re insatiable.”

“And whose fault is that, huh?”

Joel says nothing, obediently so, and you punctuate your query by sheathing yourself on his cock. You make slow work of mounting him, savoring the subtle ache of his girth that borders on criminal. 

The bedroom goes quickly silent as each of you holds your breath. Your ass meets his thighs and you exhale in sync — you in a quiet whimper, Joel in a grumbled groan in his throat.

“Just make it quick,” the man murmurs in a low drawl, trying and failing to act unfazed. He shifts beneath you on the creaking mattress, calloused hands palming at your hips. “I gotta be at the construction site by nine—”

You stop his worrying with a gentle hand on his jaw, holding him by his bearded chin and forcing him to look you in the eye — and not at the door across the room that he can’t remember if he locked or not. His glazed-over eyes lock with your sterner, warmer ones, and he momentarily forgets about the stupid door and work and the still-sleeping girl in the garage across the house.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Miller,” you joke with a knowing half-smile.

Words of an argument rise in his throat, only to dissolve on the tip of his tongue when you suddenly rock your hips. You grind over his lap at a ruthless, unforgiving pace. Joel watches with his head propped against the headboard — face flared, gaze glassy, mind reeling — until heavy breaths and sweat-slick skin start to fog his glasses. 

You watch his eyes through the heavy haze gathering on the lenses — how they twitch in annoyance when it gets harder to see you, how they squint in concentration while he chases his orgasm, how the deep chocolates of them glaze over when he inevitably cums inside you.