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i have to stop myself from telling people that their art is 'hot', like it's not my fault that my aesthetic attraction or whatever kicks in when i see your art, and hot happens to be the adjective that ended up being linked to that, in some other languages i speak it's the word 'yummy' or 'delicious'(in the respective language ofc)
but it's also really weird to tell someone that their art is hot because that word happens to have other implications other than something being really pretty
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Oh god is that a comicfrin drawing where they have whimsy quick someone throw that guy into a decades long timeloop
#keese draws#new game+#grips sink and tries not to cry#isat#ok anyways I just drew this because I wanted to try out an isat profile html someone on toyhouse made#plus I’ve been rotating early on less completely fucked up chou in my mind recently#anyways did you know that comicfrin (at least in one panel) doesn’t wear gloves? fun stuff#oh wait speaking of forgot to tag them#comic siffrin#anyways important note! them looking less disheveled than siffrin is on purpose#chou started off their loops Far more mentally stable than siffrin and actually managed pretty well their first run through#it still was rough and they still were a bit of a sad wet trembling puppy abt it but they were generally doing just fine#they didn’t even go on a self loathing monologue after their first death! who is this guy!#dw the self loathing is still there it just takes a bit longer to hit in full force since again they started off more stable#anyways I probably should have cross referenced some move animations for this but I think I got the point across that they’re a support#unit even if the turn passing gimmic is not rly evident (idk if I could make it evident tbf)#shout out to how in their default kit they have 6 turn passing skills and only one attacking skill#also said attack as a cooldown of. five turns. tbf that’s because it has a pretty strong secondary effect#they also have three other support moves where they boost different damage types for a round#so yeah they’re basically pure support which they sorta had to be at first because bestie started off at level like. 5.#they ofc switch up their kit pretty damn fast after the first run#but first time around when they were leveling at abt the same rate as everyone else they were content to play support
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Lineless Leo, I like playing with his silly little patterns teehee :3
got two of em coz I couldn't tell which version I liked more
#wanna make lineless for all of them at some point. this is surprisingly fun and idk probably good practice for something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#lalala I love drawing and coloring and silly patterns lalalala skips and frolics🌈✨#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt#save rottmnt#rise leo#rise leonardo#rottmnt leo#rottmnt leonardo#OH ALMOST FORGOT‼️‼️#tw eyestrain#eyestrain#bright colors#tw bright colors#vivid colors#uhhhh idk what other warnings tags are used for bright colors so very sorry in advance. dont hesitate to yell at me 👍#my art
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Birthday boy at the bottom of an ancient ocean
#unlabelled drawing tag#vocaloid#kaito#yeah this is the last time i'm doing lineless art *blows up and dies*#i did my best to make these as scientifically accurate as possible. idk how well i did#i know charnia + lantianella lived before the others but i have seen reconstructions with charnia amongst the other guys#jury's still out on lantianella so i'm invoking my artistic license just this once#in terms of colours it's anywhere between ''yeah a lot of the reconstructions for this organism are a similar colour''#and ''fuck it we ball''#some of the smaller stuff is meant to be tribrachidium as well as smaller dickinsonias but they're too small to properly tell#there's also another organism behind kaito however i forgot what it was called u_u sorry#anyway. i hope i did an okay job in both that regard + this whole thing looking nice#id in alt text#ik im probably posting this too early however. i donot caare
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ID: a digital drawing of marcia overstrand as an apprentice. She is wearing a green cloak and a tunic with a purple ribbon around the neckline, as well as gold star shaped earrings. She is looking to the right and smiling slightly. Her hair is in braids that end in a bun. /end ID
Playing with my marcia design.....probably best to turn ur brightness up for this one if u r like me and have it super low all the time. Otherwise her features all just vanish abdhdbjdnd. Anyway. Shout out to @lesbianmarciaoverstrand for her apprentice marcia design who I am always stealing bits and pieces from
#my art#art#septimus heap#I DID change her hair. It is not a bun made of braids it is just her regular hair unbraided at the end bc um. I can never resist drawing it#is it a practical hairstyle. Idk probably not. But consider. She probably uses magyk to do hair#anyway!!!! Idk if I'm going to continue drawing marcia like this. With the darker skin. But I like it so we will see#it might end up somewhere between here and where it's been before. And then probably I'll change it again at some point!!!#marcia gets to be my test doll for literally every other thing I draw. Septimus is for everything else#marcia overstrand#CAN'T BELIEVE I NEARLY FORGOT TO TAG HER. GOOD LORD#potentially her colours r weird but I can't rlly tell so. Idk
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girl i have fanfics in my head u wouldnt even dream
#fics that i think of when i day dream/ try to fall asleep dump in the tags:#au where st1 happened but nothing since that so mike and will write comics together and el is their iconic character#and they both have a special relationship with the character...#eventually some stuff happens with brenner and or govt being like well ig u guys must know smth ab her since ur writing ab her! and thus#danger... also will still has that slug in him so that would be an issue#and eventually when el comes into the story she is sooo different from how they imagined her#wait i forget do i have others#oh i had one from awhile ago that i rembered where mike gets a vecna vision thats like hiii queen im gonna tormet u to control el and will#and so mikes like ok i'll take myself out of the equation but then like hop or someone stops him and then hes like damn did i make it weird#and eventually goes to visit max and thats all i rlly remember#ohh the buffy au#and some sort of horror au/version of the story that i havent quite worked out#OHHHH THE ONE WHERE !!! mike lowk ghosts will and goes off to college and when will comes to nyc to visit el and everyone he walks into the#apt and gets attacked by a mini mike and hes like ??? U HAVE A SON??? and mike's like yeahhh long story my TA was a catholic........ and so#the party and co has just been helping him raise this kid and i forgot why but i had a good reason that no one told will#i think mike did smth REALLY shitty to him before hs so they didnt wanna say anything bc will walks out of rooms when mike is brought up#my elmike txf au but honestly smth more specific to st but like... imagining the parents are forced to give up one of their kids for smth#like thats just fucked hp hawkins world and joyce refuses and they take will and they take el from terry and they take holly... and somehow#like someone made the wheelers choose holly and theyre like yeah we lowk hate our son bc hes our bastard son wish it couldve been him#(FOX MULDIFICATION AGENDA YK!!!) and idk he tries to get holly back meanwhile el and will meet in where#thinking ab like. karen and ted blaming mike and him blaming himself for holly like mulder with samantha ......#mmm thats all i got rn#if anyone read this far and is interested in hearing me talk more ab any particular one lmk#i will probably never write these bc i do not even have time to write my own stuff and that is literally my profession so
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i thought that i use too many commas but apparentlly to google docs i clearly don't use enough
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Felt like making some relationship thingies with my agent ocs <3
#keese draws#oc art#oc#splatoon#splatoon oc#inkling oc#octoling oc#salmonid oc#some of the icons are actually a bit old but eternity and grit’s were drawn today 👍#oh I just realized that I forgot to mention eternity by name in his section on sash’s page. he’s the other salmonid#eh yknow what I’ll put agent tags on this#agent 3#agent 4#agent 8#neo agent 3#yknow I used to say off all my agents jim probably comes closest to their ‘canon’ counterpart but now idk#not that the competition is stiff enough for jim to not be on the table either way but yknow#sash may have the internal drama going on but they rly don’t act much different from captain 3#well from a surface level anyways#jim is kind of similar but she just also has a deep violent rage inside her#and by that I mean during splatoon 2 she was Incredibly violent and not in a hee hoo chaos kind of way#more in a. oh there’s smth wrong with this kid sort of way.#they’re doing a lot better mentally and physically nowadays but back then shit was Rough.#and even nowadays jim has plenty of hashtag issues that do make themselves very apparent#basically they’re too much of a lil edgelord (affectionate) for me to wanna give them that title anymore lol#anyways ignore me having a favorite child I love all my children equally <3#also sorry that check and grits relationships are kinda boring the two just don’t rly interact with others much#they’re both autistic 14 year olds who are completely nonverbal 90% of the time#and one of them has a anxiety disorder and that’s the one who plays sports so they don’t make friends much in general#grit mostly hangs out at home making music on their laptop when check is out splatting those zones or whatever
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My love, mine all mine | OB87 x Reader
pairing . . . ollie bearman x barca!femeni!reader
summary . . . After Ollie gets a sudden interest in the Barca Femeni team, fans connect the dots and reach the conclusion that he has a crush on you. So when they start tagging you on his posts, he has no choice but to confess and ask you out
request . . . no!!
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none!
faceclaim . . . sydney schertenleib and girls from pin!
alexavia yaps . . . guys idk why the fic is lowkey ass ����🥀 hope yall enjoyed tho bc i'm gonna die for like another 2 weeks. requests open currently for oneshot req (for the mini fic series)
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olliebearman photodump from yesterday! congrats to the fcbfemeni team for winning and great job to yourusername on getting potm!
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username1 ollie is a culer ?!?!
username2 that food looks so good im salivating
username3 HES SO PRETTYYYY
username4 holy fuck he watches women's football?? yourusername we found you a match
username5 gorgeous
username6 stop i checked the girl he mentioned shes so pretty
username7 js checked and my GOD shes stunning
username8 OLLIE???
username9 i cant wait to see the y/n match updates bc i know for a fact this man will tag her in all his upcoming posts like yourusername at least follow him
kimi.antonelli why the sudden interest in the barcelona women's team
olliebearman i've been a fan since i was 4.
kimi.antonelli "kimi why'd no one tell me to watch women's football before" sent yesterday at 10:13 pm
olliebearman ...
pepemartiofficial ollie got exposed for lying 😂
olliebearman SHUT UP pepe
kimi.antonelli next thing we know he's buying match tickets and travelling to spain
isackhadjar the thing is i think he did do it
kimi.antonelli did you, ollie?
olliebearman i'd rather stay quiet
kimi.antonelli oh my god he did it
username10 how does it feel to have a chance, oliver
username11 their conversations are so funny im sobbing
username12 the rookies always have me tearing up from laughing
username13 screaming crying throwing up yourusername i'm begging you look at this
username14 im giggling at their comments
username15 i need more football content ASAP
username16 can y/n or wtv fight
gabrielbortoleto_ i heard ollie was being a loverboy
olliebearman who told you that ??
kimi.antonelli me
olliebearman of course it was you
gabrielbortoleto_ she's out of your league bro
olliebearman no one asked you gabi
isackhadjar he isn't lying
olliebearman all of you shut up and click off this post
kimi.antonelli someone's in a mood
username17 HELPP KIMI AND OLLIE I LOVE YOU
username18 man im itching to get people to ship them yourusername please look at this
username19 im never shutting about this for like another 18 centuries like my goat y/n x my goat ollie this is a grand event in history
username20 watch her ignore him like she did with that other guy i forgot his name
username21 do you mean hector
username20 yeah i think so
username22 poor hector catching strays 😭
username23 man doesn't even know people are making fun of him
username24 whos ollie im here for y/n
username25 hes a f1 racer for haas f1 team
username26 some random racer idk hes not important y/n is
username27 dislike people like yall
username28 oh to be in a relationship with him
pepemartiofficial if only you were catalonian and personally knew her...
olliebearman .
olliebearman do you know how annoying you are
isackhadjar pepe you should show him that picture of you two at your parents' house eating arroz con leche
kimi.antonelli LMFAO
olliebearman this is what i get for being nice
olliebearman btw i know that didn't happen you're just trying to have a go at me
isackhadjar worked didn't it?
pepemartiofficial i should ask y/n to take a picture of me at my parents' house eating arroz con leche
gabrielbortoleto_ ollie would probably rage and start crying
kimi.antonelli or he'll have a fussy tantrum like a toddler
olliebearman ALL OF YOU GET OUT
username29 i need to know when where shes going to be so i can attach myself to her and fight off ollie
username30 DIED. DECEASED. GONE. ROTTING.
NEW NOTIFICATION: olliebearman has started following you !
NEW NOTIFICATION: kimi.antonelli, isackhadjar and gabrielbortoleto_ have started following you !
NEW NOTIFICATION: username187, username9181 and 165K others have started following you !
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yourusername day out in my favourite city
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username30 y/n you have me on my KNEES
username31 what id pay to be whoever is dating her
alexiaputellas nina bonita Comment liked by creator
yourusername ahh gracias alexia <3 you're prettier
alexiaputellas all you hermosa
username32 OKAY OKAY I SEE THE VISION
username33 shes so pretty omgggg
username34 idk if i want to be y/n or be with y/n
username35 holy shit shes so gorgeous
username36 came here for ollie stayed for y/n
yourbsf woah youre so hot
yourusername youre hotter
yourbsf nahhh youre way hotter
yourbsf but yk who is hotter than all of us
yourusername oh god not again
yourbsf i texted you the name 😈
yourusername i was expecting it
yourbsf when will you text him
yourusername never
yourusername and don't even try to convince me
yourbsf someday y/n, you two will be out together in love and you'll be thanking me
yourusername no
yourbsf yes
yourusername sigh i deserve better friends
yourbsf reminder that i'm the one who showed you his pictures
yourusername yeah yeah i said he's cute
yourbsf you better think so
username37 man i love them
username38 HELP THE DATING LORE IS INSANE
username39 did yourbsf just expose them or
username40 i feel like im intruding reading the comments between them
pepemartiofficial sooo you know who he is
yourusername i do because SOMEONE forced me to look at his pictures
yourbsf ey ey ey don't involve me in this
yourusername i'm glad you know it's you since i didn't mention names
pepemartiofficial next time we meet i'm giving you both a run down on everything
yourusername good that you told me so i don't meet up with you
yourbsf see pepe? this is what i told you about
pepemartiofficial y/n you're too stubborn give him a chance
yourusername over my dead body
yourbsf guess we'll have to kill her, won't we, pepemartiofficial
pepemartiofficial guess so
yourusername i can't believe i'm best friends with both of you
username41 Y/N IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH???
username42 THE PICS??? HELLO??? EXCLUSIVE SUBSCRIPTION??? EXCUSE ME??? HOWS SHE SO PRETYY??
username43 how is she so good looking
username44 the face card is INSANE
username45 I NEED HER SO BADLY UGHHHHHHH
username46 STOP where is that juice stand at the end i'm salivating
username47 need me some juice like that
username48 who tf is ollie and why'd he like before me
username49 some rando who thinks he has a chance
username50 bro thinks he's hector 💀
username51 if my gf aint like this ion want her
olliebearman you're very gorgeous
pepemartiofficial damn no reply no like no acknoledgement
olliebearman close that mouth before i close it for you
pepemartiofficial okay bro no need to throw a tantrum 😭
username52 the way she ignored him HELPPPP
username53 y/n yourusername give this young man a chance
username54 so um whens the wedding
username55 when will she acknowledge him more like
username56 yourbsf fans living the life we knew about this before all of you
username57 im sighing dreamily at these pictures
username58 THE PICS.
username59 giggling blushing and kicking my feet
username60 when will y/n post more y/n sigh
NEW NOTIFICATION: olliebearman has liked 29 of your posts and 45 highlights !
NEW NOTIFICATION: olliebearman has added you to their close friends !
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olliebearman iconic. Tagged: fcbfemeni, yourusername
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username61 Y/N LET HIM HIT HES A PROPER SIMP yourusername
username62 people DIED (i'm people)
username63 THE LOOK OF LOVE
username64 THE RUSH OF BLOOD
username65 THE SHES WITH ME IS THE GALLIC SHURG
username66 he and y/n is not a want its a NEED
username67 GIRL COME HERE yourusername
username68 i just KNOW their kids will be BEAUTIFUL
username69 face card never declined
username70 and never will
kimi.antonelli so you're a big football guy now aren't you
pepemartiofficial bet he watches all matches
gabrielbortoleto_ probably analyses the plays
isackhadjar he 100% studies positions and strategies
kimi.antonelli i'll bet my life savings that he memorised every players' jersey number, name, age, ethnicity and country of birth
olliebearman what did i do to you all
olliebearman what is this modern day torture
username72 Y/N PLEASE NOTICE HIM yourusername
username73 y/n x ollie
username74 the otp fr
username75 the lack of the y/n is starting to concern me
username76 fr like WHERE IS SHEEE
pepemartiofficial hey yourusername i think someone likes you
olliebearman SHUT UP
pepemartiofficial jeez chillax
username77 sobbing i feel bad for ollie
yourbsf please please please notice him y/n i know you know who he is yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername yourusername
olliebearman not you too
username78 i could feel the hurt in ollie's words
username79 theyre more chaotic than we thought oh my god
username80 everyone said lets spam mention y/n so she notices him and i love it
pepemartiofficial clock is ticking and so is our patience
pepemartiofficial come one oliver make your move
olliebearman josep maria marti i'm going to murder you
yourbsf he pulled the full name
pepemartiofficial im sorry pls dont kill me
yourbsf he wont just because you're the mutual friend 😂
olliebearman i'm literally right here
yourbsf do you think i care
olliebearman oh wow
pepemartiofficial ollie got humbled lmfao
username81 deleting all my socials after this but yourusername come here
username82 they are SOULMATES vro yourusername
username83 HSHSHSH NOT EVERYONE MENTIONING HER AFTER EVERY COMMENT LMFAOOOOOO yourusername
username84 Y/N WYAAAA yourusername
username85 legit romance book vibes yourusername
username86 imagine being this in love yourusername
yourbsf to think this all started with pepe's birthday
pepemartiofficial it's crazy
yourbsf and now ollie is in love
username87 VISCA BARCA !!!!!!!! yourusername
username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN. but oh well yourusername
username89 i mean they were bound to meet sooner or later bc of pepe being a mutual friend yourusername
username90 they ARE the main characters yourusername
username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character yourusername
username92 alexa play 'that should be me' by justin bieber yourusername
gabrielbortoleto_ when will you make your move
olliebearman never with you as my friends
kimi.antonelli stay single and miserable then xx
pepemartiofficial yeah we all have gfs
gabrielbortoleto_ except isack but he doesn't count
olliebearman YOU DON'T NEED TO REMIND ME I'M AWARE
username93 dont make his heart break yourusername
username94 STOP I CANT WAIT TO SEE HER IN THE PADDOCK yourusername
username95 if they dont get together then love isnt real yourusername
kimi.antonelli this is your last chance to make your move oliver
olliebearman PLEASE STOP
pepemartiofficial is he okay
gabrielbortoleto_ prolly not
isackhadjar he'll survive
username96 i just know they'll be each other's ride or dies yourusername
username97 where to buy a ollie asking for a friend
username98 if i could id just take over one of their bodies to experience this love yourusername
username99 im waiting for the fics yourusername
username100 straight out of romeo and juliet yourusername
isackhadjar when's the move loverboy?
olliebearman i'm begging you all please stop
kimi.antonelli i think we drove him crazy
pepemartiofficial he deserves it no one told him to publicly announce his little boy crush
INSTAGRAM TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND @olliebearman
olliebearman: hi y/n! i'm ollie, nice to meet you!
yourusername: i know who you are ollie
yourusername: pepe wouldn't leave me alone
yourusername: nice to meet you too though
olliebearman: sorry about my friends being annoying
olliebearman: and all the fans tagging you
yourusername: don't worry about it, it was fun to watch while it lasted
olliebearman: yeah i just wanted to tell you something
olliebearman: all these comments pressured me to do it
yourusername: you don't have to say anything you don't want to, ollie
olliebearman: it's alright, i want to get it off my shoulders
olliebearman: and make everyone stop annoying me about it
yourusername: what's up then?
yourusername: is it something to do with pepe or my bsf
olliebearman: no no
olliebearman: it's actually got to do someting with you
yourusername: oh?
olliebearman: yeah
olliebearman: please don't block me or ignore me after i tell you
yourusername: don't worry
yourusername: i won't
yourusername: now continue i'm really curious
olliebearman: alright... here goes nothing
olliebearman: i really like you y/n
olliebearman: i have for a while actually
olliebearman: ever since that time pepe introduced us last year
yourusername: that's really sweet ollie
olliebearman: i've made it awkward haven't i??
yourusername: no no no
yourusername: you're really cute tbh
yourusername: and i did have a teensy tiny crush on you since we last met too
olliebearman: oh wow
olliebearman: this turned out so much better than i expected
olliebearman: i'm so glad you like me back
yourusername: dw about it
yourusername: seeing you like this is cute
olliebearman: so y/n i have a question
yourusername: yeah?
olliebearman: would you like to go out with me?
yourusername: i'd love to <3
olliebearman: great!! you're free next weekend right?
yourusername: yeah! i am
olliebearman: then you can come to the spanish gp!
olliebearman: you can stay in the haas garage (my side)
olliebearman: if it's alright for you i'll ask my team to send you the details
yourusername: oh my god ollie i've always wanted to watch an f1 race
yourusername: tysm for inviting me
yourusername: and i hope you get a good result in the race
olliebearman: i will
olliebearman: for you
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yourusername spanish gp done so i'm headed to italy and oh btw olliebearman and me are dating
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username101 cue the yourbsf meltdown in...
username102 3...
username101 2...
username102 1...
yourbsf Y/N YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THIS
yourbsf A BOY????
yourbsf YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND??
yourbsf A RACER BOY????
yourbsf THE BOY YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T DATE OVER YOUR DEAD BODY?
yourbsf YOU DISGRACE
yourbsf TRAITOR
yourusername are you done?
yourbsf NO
yourusername dont say it then
username103 dont know if i should be shocked or unsurpirsed
username104 both
kimi.antonelli congrats y/n!! so happy for both of you
yourusername thank you kimi !!
olliebearman thank you!! glad you're being nice for ONCE
username105 KIMI BEING THE SUPPORTIVE YOUNGER BROTHER FIGURE MY HEARTTTTT
username106 i just know damn well yourbsf is on the verge of tears
username107 SHES SO GORGEOUS I CANT
username108 my parents 🙏🙏
username109 PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP FRRRR
pepemartioffical congratulations!!
olliebearman thank YOU for introducing us
pepemartofficial im finally credited for my efforts
olliebearman nvm
yourusername thank you pepe ❤
gabrielbortoleto_ ohhhso youre the girl he was spamming the gc always talking about
olliebearman GABRIEL
yourusername im flattered please tell me more
gabrielbortoleto_ will do whenever we meet 😊 congrats by the way!
yourusername thank you gabriel!!
username110 my dream couple frrrr
username111 GOALS OMG
username112 its true love if THE y/n posted a soft launch for him
username113 racer boy and footballer girl, couldnt have been better
username114 BEST LOVE STORY FRRR
username115 if my future bf isnt like ollie i dont want him
username116 can ollie fight honest question
username117 dropping that so casually is max aura
username118 y/n is creative i wouldnt have thought of that
username119 waiting for ollie at her football matches
username120 spanish royalty ong
olliebearman i love you so much, mi cielo
yourusername i love you more, my london boy
olliebearman love you more than anything, my barcelona girl
yourusername 🫶❤
olliebearman ❤❤
username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS
username122 this has me sobbing and i dont even know them
username123 NOOOO IM CRYING THIS SO SWEET
username124 IKR???
username125 THEY HAVE NO RIGHT BEING THIS CUTE
username126 the kiss after the race omg i died watching it
username127 i feel like im intruding or something
username128 my mother and father
username129 OUR*
username130 CUTIESSS AHHH
isackhadjar cutest couple i know, wishing you all the best
olliebearman thank you isack
username131 FUCK OFF THIS POST IS MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL
username132 this is so romantic and for what
username133 THE CAPTION
username134 y/ns caption is killing me
username135 ISYG BAJJHSSYHSUJKKIUHBHNJWMK
username136 I JUST CAME BACK FROM SUMMER CAMP WTF??? IS THIS HOW I FIND OUT THEYRE TOEGTHER???
username137 screaming crying throwing up
username138 killing myself
username139 wait for me
username140 they should get a reality show
username141 meow
username142 THEM>>>>>>>>>>
username143 sign here to get this into a romance movie
username144 SIGNEDDDD
username145 signed and asking my whole family to sign
username146 lets make this an actual petition
username147 so like when will it be my turn
username148 greatest love story of this centruy
username149 no lies said
username150 my kind of love
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olliebearman got the girl of my dreams so i'm gonna brag about it forever Tagged: yourusername
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yourusername i love you forever, ollie. my one and only london boy.
olliebearman i love you to eternity, y/n. my one and only barcelona girl
yourusername forever and always
olliebearman till the end
yourusername i love you
olliebearman i love you too
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yourbsf okay oliver we get that you have biceps don't choke my bsf with them
olliebearman what if she's into it
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olliebearman figured
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goodnight moon
how spencer turns college!reader's bad sleeping habits into very good sleeping habits.
MDNI | smut! word count: 1931 warnings & tags & stuff: fem reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), slightest teensiest bit of overstim, fluff to the moon, spence and reader just being sweet, spence just being obsessed and concerned with every little thing about reader authors note: hiiii. soooo this is TERRIFYING. why is smut soooooo scary and vulgar. but i've been working on this one for a long while and i think i'm happyish with it??? idk. its not really adding anything new or revolutionary to the world but i think its cute!! lemme know your thoughts. i think smut is something i'll get better at writing with time but yk. okay whatever have a lovely day and i hope you enjoy!!
There’s a noticeable tension in your shoulders as you lay down on top of the covers of your bed. Your face crushes into the soft down of many pillows, nose buried into the crevices. You trace out the clean smell of Spencer's shampoo that manages to linger on your sheets even after a week of him being away on a case, the fragrance making your head become even heavier with each deep inhale you take.
You can physically feel the exhaustion clawing at your soul. Eyes shut, blocking out the harsh shine of the overhead light you definitely forgot to turn off, you reach your arm up to work on the knot in your shoulder. You roll it back, feeling an unsettling click that probably shouldn’t be there.
Spencer would be able to work the knot out like it was nothing, if he were here.
You shift your leg up, thinking. When did he say he’d be home earlier today? You had called him before your final exam this afternoon, for some encouragement and reminders on the principles of astronomy.
The all-consuming fog in your brain prevents you from remembering any of the important details of the conversation, such as when he’d be home, so you choose instead to just replay the soft I love yous he had said into your ear.
By this point you’re sprawled across a good portion of your bed, back to the ceiling with one leg bent, head turned to the side. Your spine sinks down into the mattress, relieving the aches just a bit, and the sweet, sweet release of sleep ensues minutes later.
Until it gets quite rudely interrupted.
You don’t hear him enter the room. You haven’t even opened your eyes to see him. The only thing you notice when you wake is the feeling that you’re being picked up from your hips and rotated, a complete 180.
“Hello?” you ask loudly even before your eyes open.
When they do open, they see your lovely boyfriend standing above you, grimacing like he’s been caught. Spencer’s hands are holding you mid air, and you look at him, wildly confused, as you blink away the sleep in your eyes.
He’s still wearing his work clothes, the thick sweater vest that you got him last year for his birthday layered over his button-up. He must have just gotten inside, his bag was still crossed over his body.
“Hi honey. What are you, um, doing?” you ask quietly. His nose scrunches in a cute attempt to push his glasses up his nose without using his already occupied hands.
“Hi. Sorry for waking you up.” He ducks down to kiss your forehead. “You just really shouldn’t be sleeping on your stomach. Bad sleeping posture can actually worsen chronic pain more than any other factor in your daily life,” he explains, setting you down but keeping a firm grasp on your waist. Your mouth forms an awkward little smile, matching his. “I had to intervene.”
“I know. It’s just so uncomfy. But why’d you pick me up? You could’ve just nudged me, or, you know, asked…” you grumble. You make room for him, however, as you speak. He sets his bag down and clambers into bed next to you, body seemingly rivaling yours in exhaustion. He leans against the headboard, turning his head to look at you.
“I wouldn’t normally do that, but I knew you were exhausted, so I figured you’d be less likely to wake up if your body was physically touching fewer things,” he justifies, logic drawing a soft giggle from you. You settle into a comfortable silence, the room still bathed in artificial light and Spencer still in his work clothes.
He eventually breaks the stillness after a minute, turning towards you. “How did your astronomy final go today?”
“I think I did alright. Our study sessions paid off, I think. But it was never my strong suit,” you reply, tracing your fingers over his leg. “I’m so achy now though. It’s strange what four hours of math can do to your body.”
His hand slides up your arm in response, lightly pressing on the tense spots.
“It’s strange what four hours of math and sleeping like a contortionist does to your body,” he corrects with his little know-it-all look, fingers circling a bit more firmly into your shoulder.
“I also really, really missed you,” you add, smiling back at him. “So be nice to me.”
“I missed you,” Spencer responds, even sweeter. “And I am being nice.”
You roll your eyes and he reaches over to kiss you gently. “Would you like me to be nicer?” he whispers softly. Your brain is all but short circuiting as you look at him, his eyes flitting between yours like he was searching the stars.
Your head is nodding even before you can actually realize what he means.
Then, his body is gone from yours. You stay silent, trying to regulate your breath, eyes following him as he stands and walks over to turn off the big light. Your eyes flicker to adjust, but with the moon’s gentle shine pouring into your window, it’s absolutely perfect.
A blush, that you're hoping the new darkness will conceal, creeps up your cheeks when you see the soft outline of Spencer’s back as he takes off his sweater vest and pulls at his tie. He turns back and looks at you, eyes all soft and full of adoration. “Yeah? Not too tired?”
“Nope,” you murmur, convincing yourself as much as him. He finishes getting into his PJ’s and walks back to you. You straighten your back, trying to appear as awake as possible. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” he says back at you, voice gentle. “You can barely keep your eyes open.” A kiss, this one to your cheek, softens the blow of his words. You shake your head, but he continues. “You were sound asleep not even ten minutes ago, and you’ve yawned six times in the last five minutes.” His hand strokes the side of your waist.
“Spencer. I'm fine,” you huff. He smiles a little and sits next to you on the bed. His mouth is on yours, kissing you firmly, sweetly.
A hand, always in motion, always calculated, slides up to your nape and presses you closer. The other slides down and thumbs under the hem of your top, grazing lightly over your skin, making it erupt in goosebumps.
His brow scrunches softly. “You’re so worked up.”
You stay silent, begging him with your eyes. He dips down and kisses right where he touched, and your hips lift a bit in response.
“Honey. Lie back,” he says, and you do so. He readjusts his body so he’s on top of you, one leg slotted between yours. He kisses your forehead, cheeks, nose, and then moves down to your neck. He kisses that one spot beneath your ear that makes you gasp quietly. He then does it again, and again, and again, in that focused way of his.
Wordlessly, he slides down further. His nose bumps underneath your belly button, in the thin stripe of skin showing where your top meets your panties. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Please. Please, Spence,” you whimper softly, head feeling like a cloud of gas from the endorphins. He peppers even more kisses there and ghosts his fingers over your hip bone. He slides your panties down an inch and immediately kisses the skin that’s revealed.
“I thought about doing this to you all the time while I was away,” he murmurs. He presses another kiss more firmly on your hips, even closer to your soaked core, sucking gently and leaving a mark. “These should be off by now,” he muses, gently pulling your underwear down.
His hand is immediately where you want it, two fingers pushing up against your folds, and to your clit. He touches in little circles, sending jolts of pleasure up your stomach, eyes looking up to yours to gauge your feelings.
You almost hate Spencer for how fucking good it feels. You let out a soft moan, heart pounding. And when his middle finger sinks into your entrance with no word of warning, you toss your head back and close your legs around his hand. Spencer’s mouth twists into that little smile of his, pushing ever so deep into you, and says, “It feels better when you keep your legs open, sweet girl. If you need more, tell me.” You nod immediately, desperately.
“Yeah. I need more,” you whisper, and he bends down and gives your clit a kitten lick. Your hand goes to his hair, softly pushing him closer. He gets the message and presses his tongue flat against it, eliciting a moan from you.
“You’re so pretty like this, under me. I missed you.”
You really do almost forget just how nice it was to have him on top of you after a week, telling you nice things and making you feel so good. He pushes his ring finger in to match his middle, stretching you slightly and adding pressure to where he knows it feels good. Your eyes screw shut and you furrow your brow in overwhelming pleasure, a soft exhale coming from deep within you.
“This good?” he asks, other hand coming to take care of your clit in his mouth’s absence. You nod frantically, looking down at Spencer. He watches where his hand comes in contact with you, pushing in and out at a steady pace. “You’re not normally this quiet. Is it a lot?”
“Yeah,” you whimper. “Feel so sensitive.” He presses a soft kiss onto your clit, and you jolt.
“Sweet girl. It’s been a little while, huh? Even right before I left, I didn’t use my mouth." You shake your head in agreement. “You’re doing so well for me though.”
He resumes with his tongue, working you into oblivion. His free hand holds your hips steady, hindering you from writhing away from the mind-numbing pleasure.
His mouth is occupied and your brain is utterly ruined, so the only noises coming from the two of you are your soft exhales and whimpers, and the obscene sound of his hand pushing incessantly into you.
And eventually it does, in fact, become too much. He sends you into orbit. You lift your hips, practically pushing yourself into his face, pleasure coursing through you.
“Spence, I’m. I-” your voice gets caught in your throat.
“I know,” he says, calm and collected. A stark contrast to whatever the fuck you’re feeling right now.
He keeps going in the same way, steadily driving you through your orgasm. You let out one last moan and your body relaxes and limps around him, chest moving up and down rapidly.
You come back to earth and grab his arm to tug him away. But he stays, pressing kisses all over you, watching you with his imploring eyes.
“You can take it. Missed you so much. Just one more,” he says in broken little sentences, parting with your core for just a second before resuming, hand picking up speed again. But this time, you don’t feel as awake. As alert. Your chest feels heavy, and your eyelids even heavier.
The post-orgasmic haze has settled even more into your bones, pressing you down deeper and deeper into the dark chasm of sleep once again.
The last thing you see before you succumb is the moon casting a perfect glow onto Spencer, still diligently pressing soft kisses onto you, holding your hips still so you won’t roll over in your sleep like before.
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you know you've got something good when your brain doesn't try to change the fundamentals of your WIP while you're not looking
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Ok so here's my thoughts so far:
I'm adding four existent guys to Richard's side in Hollowridge for two purposes: 1. Beef up their side because atm there aren't any significant characters in it other than Richard himself and December. and also 2. Because I miss these guys and they have similar vibes (ultraviolence). [Feel free to refer to this lineup for the other HR ocs mentioned in this post]
Since some of you might know them, some of you might not I decided to draw them real quick so you have more than just names to look at :]
David (left) is an altered human, like Beial. He has two huge, fully functioning wings and ability to generate lightning to attack with. He's also got insane an self-healing ability, which makes him be able to come back from almost any wound :)
Midas (right) is an ancient corpse from the old world that is being kept alive/maintained by a bioengineered fungal colony (an organic computer made it's home inside an employee to keep working when it's mainframe failed). He's still MOSTLY himself personality-wise, but due to his lack of a head a lot if not all his memories have been obliterated. His human body is a disguise for a bigger monster form.
Engel (left) is an ex-soldier and acts as Richard's main enforcer. He has a mimic weapon called MAUL, which manifests as multiple guns that he can manipulate independently. He's clearly deranged and will use any and every opportunity to use his weapon on anyone else. He loses control of it sometimes.
Set (right) is a mystery for now :) but he's pretty strong.
This brings the total characters on each side of the conflict up to six so things are more balanced. On Dianne's side there's three people and three weapons, and on Richard's side there's a couple people, a couple weapons, and a bunch of unethical Experiments™.
Ough tomorrow if ppl are interested i can talk abt my new oc ideas from today bc Im actually really excited about them 👉👈
#windyart#oc ramble#the hollowridge disaster#richard now has four more circus freaks with which to terrorize everyone :D#I was worried when working out some of the initial kinks on this that adding these four changes the focus of the cult since they#arent that much machine aligned. Not as much as the other side. But like. All the machines on diannes side are stolen.#and also. engel has a machine. and midas IS a machine (an organic one but a machine nontheless)#and david has definitely been modified by one. he probably has implants though but i gotta think about that some more#and set.... well i have ideas for him but i need to make sure they fit the vibe first. so that will take a lil while i think#welll. as a treat for ppl who read tags. im thinking of making him an electromagnetic ghost. made out of photons/electrons type deal.#but idk how anyone could fight back against that just yet. and also idk how he'd be able to interact physically with stuff either#so thats what im figuring out.#but for the moment I can have them all fight to the (almost) death teehee#EMGhosts are something I made up some years ago now for another thing and never quite properly used and ended up scrapping.#but i think the vibe of the EMGhosts fits hollowridge with the whole occult scifi magic deal so I will keep it here#sketchbook stuff#aug i forgot to tag the ocs#david#midas#engel#set
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Paris, Texas pt. 2
aka: 2 Texans, 1 Lady 🎀 The joel x javi x f!reader threesome PART 2!!
WC: 8k | Other fics | Rating: 18+ | Read on Ao3 | PART ONE
Paris, Texas the video by my love
this one goes out to my fellow mlm fans and voyeurs, i hope it’s everything you wanted and more <3; dedicated to everyone that gets a tag bc i love you 5ever
Summary: Joel, still struggling with his conflicting feelings about the threesome with Javier, gets a surprise visit at work from the man himself that leaves him even more confused. After a week of seeing Javier in his dreams, he gets another surprise visit at work.
Note: it’s pretty heavy on the m/m action so if that’s not ur thing no worries you can still have a forehead kiss from me
Tags/warnings: pwp, smut on smut on smut, internalized homophobia, dubcon joel/javi, infidelity, oral (m and f), consensual f/m sleepy oral, m/m anal, it’s not exactly a cuck chair–but there is a chair and u get to watch from it, top!joel, bottom!javi, but also switchy/vers in the future bc, respectfully, i would to experience the best of all worlds, i do not have a dick (i’m just a member of the fanclub) so if any of the m/m action is wildly inconceivable or something pls let me know i’m happy to receive feedback (spit as lube just pretend ok), some angsty guilt and shame in between the smut bc joel is still in denial, uhh dom!joel, idk if contractors have offices and i spent too long googling about it before remembering the point was the porn so pls forgive if that ruins ur immersion, tell me if i forgot something important
standard almostempty warnings at this point: unprotected sex with no consequences bc it’s fiction; f!reader is able-bodied otherwise no descriptions of skin tone, blushing, hair, idk tell me if there’s something that takes you out (physically); everyone is probably bi; no y/n, no beta just fueled by the power of adhd and delusion, if u see a mistake it was the gremlins i’m sorry
PLEASE TELL ME IF U LIKE IT OR IF U HATE IT OR IF YOU WANT MORE
Joel is buried in paperwork. Permits and invoices are stacked up on his desk in organized chaos. The week has been a disaster. He blames his low-grade headache on the deadlines and number crunching, but he knows something else makes him uneasy. He rubs the pads of his fingers between his brows as if he could massage away the stress or erase the permanent worry line carved into his features.
The noises outside his office blend into static as he recommits himself to getting caught up.
He rolls up the sleeves of his worn plaid shirt, sighing to himself before he resumes. His pen scratches across a form he doesn’t care much about when the door to his offices creaks open.
His head snaps up, looking across the room with a sharp glare. He’s not in the mood for interruptions, and he's already irritated at being stuck behind a desk playing catch-up. He isn’t expecting the man that enters the room. Stifling a surprised noise, he narrows his eyes to a sharp glare. He’s not in the mood for work-related afternoon interruptions, let alone a surprise visitor.
“So, this is the boss’s office?” Javier’s voice is smooth like he didn’t just appear out of nowhere and uninvited.
“Yep,” Joel mutters, grip on his pen tightening in his fingers. Dropping his eyes back to his work, considering ignoring the man. Maybe he can will away the pest by avoiding eye contact and ignoring the intruder sizing up his space.
Javier scans the sparse office. Empty walls, bare bones, and practical.
Joel assumes he’ll have a snarky comment about the size of the room or the view. He keeps flipping through the paperwork in his hand, braced for Javier’s attitude. Joel is tense and prepared to snap back, but his shoulders are tight and stiff as if he’s been sleeping on concrete for a week.
The signature scent of Javier, spicy and smoky, fills the air. The fragrance stirs Joel's memories and causes a visceral reaction. It makes his gut churn and fingers itch with restlessness.
The last–and only–time he’s seen Javier plays out like a well-edited montage. New images flash every time he blinks. Dark eyes. Sweat glistening on Javier’s chest. Lips, tongues, and teeth, he tries to subtly shake the thoughts out of his head.
Javier drops into the chair in front of the desk, eyeing Joel with a casual bravado. He crosses one leg over the other, resting his ankle along his knee in his dark jeans and rusty red button-down. He links his hands behind his head as if he’s prepared to settle in and bask in Joel’s discomfort.
Javier’s eyes roam over Joel’s desk. “You don’t have a secretary for all that paperwork?” he muses. A smile pulls at the corner of Javier’s mouth that Joel could sense without looking at him. He can feel the heat of Javer’s gaze pouring over the desk between them, making the air feel heavy, thick with something unsaid.
Joel can feel his pulse jump in his throat, chest constricted. “Nope.” He hoped his clipped tone would push Javier out of the room, but that hope flickers and dies when he takes in the nonchalant sight. Irritation spikes in Joel at the whole disturbance. He’s not interested in letting Javier take up residence in his office. Or his mind.
“You need somethin’?” Joel’s throat feels dry as he spits out the blunt question. He flips through the next invoice without processing a single word on the page. He’s tired and has a low threshold after a week of poor sleep. Though, he’d never admit, except maybe to you, that he’s easily irritated even with a good night of rest. But you always slice right through his grumpy shell.
“Just in the neighborhood,” Javier drawls, “thought I’d stop by.”
“Right.” Joel rolls his eyes, ”We supposed to be friends now?” Or what? Something more?
Javier shrugs casually, like that’s up to Joel to decide.
Joel tosses his pen and paperwork onto his desk. He takes a breath, forcing his features into something neutral. The night you brought Javier into your home, and your bed has haunted him. Made it so he couldn’t think straight. Tortured him, not with regret, but with the messy, tangled knot of shame and desire.
Now Javier is here. In the flesh. Self-satisfied and content, watching Joel and waiting expectantly. Waiting for what?
“Is staring me down part of your ex-cop deal? You come here uninvited to interrogate me or something?” Joel accuses with annoyance in his eyes.
“I don’t need to interrogate you,” Javier answers, mellow and cloying, “already know what you want.” He shifts, leaning forward, speaking quieter. “Just wanted to see if you’ve figured it out yet.”
Joel works his jaw as he crosses his arms. A brick wall of resistance. The fuck is that supposed to mean?
He clocks when Javier’s eyes lower, tracing the line of his arms, the same way you do when you catch Joel in a mood. You so easily diffuse his anger, disarming him with your wit or completely dismantling him with your body, unlike the instigator in front of him, who seems to only get under Joel’s skin.
Joel lets out a deep sigh. Javier isn’t here to be friends.
“It was what she wanted,” Joel says, his eyes hard, his voice firm. It felt like a weak excuse the second the words left his mouth. Shit.
Javier can taste the blood in the water. His eyes glint at the thrill of the chase. “Is that all?”
The room feels like it’s shrinking. Heat crawls up the back of Joel’s neck, anger entwined with something else he refuses to name. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he replies, standing up from his chair, trying to tower over Javier in some pathetic attempt at dominance.
A move he immediately regrets.
Javier also stands, circling around the side of the desk to look Joel up and down. Boldly. He admires Contractor Joel. The way he fills out his well-fitted work jeans, the way his deep green plaid hugs his broad shoulders and strains around his biceps as he crosses his arms again.
The workwear suits him. A strikingly masculine figure. Powerful and seductive. Tempting Javier just by existing. “I get it,” Javier murmurs to himself, understanding what you’d mean when you first described Joel. The disgruntled expression, the furrowed brows and sharp eyes–he only makes it worse.
“Always thought the whole construction thing was a cheesy porn gimmick,” Javier admits, “you could pull it off though. You got the toolbelt and the hat?”
“You can leave,” Joel replies dryly.
Ignoring Joel, Javier steps closer, “I’m just saying,” he rests a finger on Joel’s shoulder, drawing a line down towards his chest. Joel’s body is rigid, the contact searing his skin even through the soft material of his shirt. “You look good. This is your color,” he tugs at the dark green fabric below Joel’s throat. He drops his hand, and Joel feels like the earth could swallow him whole.
Javier’s mock compliments make Joel’s stomach flip before he steels himself again. Javier flashes a diabolical smile, catching the flare of Joel’s eyes and the hard swallow of whatever retort he couldn’t muster.
“You’re really trying to convince yourself, aren’t you?” Javier’s voice is dripping with mock sympathy.
Violent, intrusive thoughts race through Joel’s mind—socking Javier in the jaw to wipe that smug look off his face, grabbing him by the collar and running him through the wall, slamming him onto the desk. Face down so he could lean over his body and tell him, hot breath on the back of his neck, that he’s about to learn to watch his mouth.
Joel’s hands flex, knuckles popping, and heat stirs at the base of his spine at the dark desires. Suddenly, very aware of their close proximity. Close enough to feel the heat of Javier’s body, and to see the unwavering confidence in his face.
Amused by Joel’s volatility, Javier scoffs gently. His warm breath fans between them, and a smirk spreads on his face. Out of context, it’s only a gentle tease. A flirty smile and charged moment. But to Joel, strained like the last barricade holding back a beast, it’s too much. He snaps, and the beast gnashes its teeth.
“Get fucked,” Joel’s voice is a rumbly, low growl.
Javier’s smirk blooms into a Cheshire Cat grin. “I’d ask if you were offering, but I don’t think you’ve got it in you.”
Blood pounds in Joel’s ears. Drowning out the voice that wonders why Javier can rile him up so easily. The reminder that he’s got no reason to be jealous. That you’ve done nothing to make him worry.
“You were only doing it for her, huh?” Javier’s voice was quieter but still laced with danger.
Joel’s jaw is clenched tight when he replies, “Yep.” It doesn’t carry the conviction he needed to convey.
“Shame she isn’t here now, then,” Javier keeps pressing. The honesty in his tone throws Joel off.
“Would do anything for her,” Joel adds, softening fractionally at the truth in it.
“Anything?” Javier repeats.
“S’right.”
“For her.”
“For her,” Joel nods in agreement. Letting out a breath, he didn’t realize he had been holding. Javier rocks back on his heels like he’s about to turn and stroll away, satisfied by God knows what part of that interaction.
But he pauses.
Time feels weighted until Javier moves in closer. Another smile breaks across his face at how easily he can shock Joel into a trance with his audacity. Acting in defiance of all of Joel’s words.
His hand snakes up Joel’s chest until his fingers are slipping between the curls at the base of his skull. He leans in close, lips ghosting over the shell of Joel’s ear, “Is this for her too?” He shifts back half a step, and with the hand on the back of Joel’s head, he urges him to look down.
Javier’s hand had moved between them, palming the bulge in Joel’s jeans, his fingers pressing against his erection through the denim. Joel’s lips part, his whole body jerking forward instinctively, and a low groan rumbles in his chest before he can stop it.
Javier’s smirk deepened. “That’s what I thought.”
For a moment, Joel’s mind blanks out, lost in the haze of physical sensation. His body reacts before his brain catches up.
“The fuck are you doing?” Joel snaps, grabbing Javier’s wrist and yanking it away. His voice is hoarse, breath ragged.
“Anyone could walk in here.”
Javier didn’t pull away; he didn’t flinch. His head cocks in contemplation at Joel’s specific reasoning.
Leaning in closer, Javier’s voice drips with amusement. “You’re afraid of them?” he nods towards the door. “Worried about what? That your crew is gonna find out their boss likes cock?” he laughs softly, a dark, teasing sound.
Joel’s chest heaves, heart pounding. Anger, lust, and frustration all swirling together inside of him.
“You think they won’t take orders from you if they hear the noises you make for me?”
He knows Javier is running his mouth to provoke him. But it works on him anyway. Joel huffs dismissively, without a thought, “You think I’d make a sound for you?”
“I think you’ll beg me to stop before you do.”
Before he can dwell on the ramifications, Joel acts on impulse. Stepping back, his face hardening as he stares Javier down. That smug bastard. He’s consumed with a defiant urge to remove that smirk from Javier’s face.
“On your knees,” he orders, his voice cold, flat, and restrained.
Javier’s eyebrow raises, lips curling into a lazy smile. “Why, Joel?” he asks, voice playful.
“You know why.” The presumption is underscored by the sound of Joel’s belt clinking before he unzips his jeans. He grips the base of his thick cock, menacing and erotic, as he keeps his hard gaze on Javier.
He accepts the challenge, kneeling slowly, never breaking eye contact.
“Yeah,” Javier murmurs, “you look even better like this. All frustrated and desperate to be touched.” His voice is thick and low, like molasses. Almost reverent, but at the same time gloating, as if Javier’s only proving himself right. It’s infuriating to Joel that the man can so freely express his desire and rile Joel up further with the same words.
Javier’s hand covers Joel’s as he gives Joel’s cock an experimental stroke. Joel hisses through clenched teeth, slamming his eyes shut and tilting his head up to break the eye contact. To sever the intimacy. He’s taut, impatient, and ready to snap.
Until Javier’s lips wrap around his weeping tip, and they both groan in unison at the sensation. The wet heat of his mouth sends a sharp throb of pleasure through Joel. The intensity causes his hand to shoot out to his desk, fingers digging into the edge in an attempt to ground himself.
But it’s no use.
Javier knows exactly what he’s doing, taking him deep, fast, his mouth warm and eager. His hands work in symphony with his mouth, twisting around his length, massaging at his thighs and hips, deliberate and competent. He has nothing to be shy or restrained about.
Sinking into the pleasure, Joel starts to reason with himself. A mouth is a mouth, he can allow himself to have this, to let himself enjoy it.
And he does.
Javier’s tongue teases underneath the sensitive head of Joel’s cock before he slides past his lips, along the flat of his tongue, and deep into his throat. It’s good. Why is it so fucking good? Joel’s head tips back down, blinking his eyes open. His body shudders.
It’s not just a mouth.
Seeing Javier’s head bobbing, his cock disappearing past the man’s lips, it stirs something wild and untamed within him.
It’s a mistake to finally look. To really watch, taking it all in. The handsome features on Javier’s face, the unapologetic pleasure he takes from every reaction he pulls from Joel’s body. The strength and finesse of his hands are so different from you. He’s drawn to follow the movement of Javier’s hand dropping to readjust himself, to ease the pressure on his own aching cock.
The brief friction looses a moan from Javier, vibrating around Joel’s length. It’s undeniably fucking hot. Joel’s control slips, possessed by his urges.
He reaches for Javier’s face to cup his jaw and hold him still. And he gives in. Fucking into Javier’s mouth, hips jerking recklessly. It’s a desperate strain to tamp down the groans clawing at his throat, and it doesn’t help when Javier watches him with his half-lidded eyes. No.
“Shit,” he admonishes himself. Suppressing the captivating draw he feels. He tries to find focus, to keep it together–but there’s a loud knock that staggers him.
A voice, muffled outside of his office door, shouts to him, “There’s a vendor here, says he needs your sign-off.”
Joel’s breath hitches, “Fuck,” he spits, hands grasping the desk and Javier’s jaw, forcing out a coherent response. “Be there in a minute!” he calls out, voice strangled.
Javier doesn’t stop. He doubles down, hollowing his cheeks and greedily coaxing Joel to lose control. And, of course, he does. Joel’s climax hits fast and hard. His last attempts to stifle any noises falter. He gasps, body jerking as he comes, spilling into Javier’s mouth.
Dazed, he can only blink as Javier pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking.
“Seems to me like that was just for you.”
Joel is wrecked, leaning against the desk, his heart racing. He doesn’t have time to process anything before Javier kisses him—brief, chaste, leaving behind the taste of himself on his lips.
“Better get out there before anyone worries, boss,” Javier whispers with a wink before walking out of the office, leaving Joel standing there, stunned, unable to move.
As the door clicks shut behind him, Joel isn’t sure if the knot in his stomach is anger, guilt, or worse, wanting more.
Seems to me like that was just for you.
It echoes, slowly settling over Joel.
He nearly doubles over when the reality finally hits. His thoughts race, consumed by the thought of you. What did he just do?
…………..
Joel is wracked with guilt and misery for days. Suffering in his own self-imposed torment.
He needs to tell you, but he can’t figure out how. There’s no version of, “Hey baby, you know the guy from the threesome? The one that I threatened to kick out of the house? Well, he showed up to my office, and I may have come down his throat before he disappeared without a trace like a dick-sucking fairy.” that he can come up with that sounds redeemable.
Worse, he still can’t get over the guilt and shame of how it even happened. Seduced by another man? He can’t fathom the reality that another man could turn him on, refuting the way he felt when he watched Javier sink to his knees. And rejecting the truth when his cock stirs at just the memory. Joel is at a complete loss for how to explain it away.
It fucks with his sleep. He jolts awake in the middle of the night, aching and hard and furious that Javier has invaded his dreams. He sits up in bed, dragging his hands over his face. And you stir, always attuned to him.
You’re warm and sleepy, but concern washes over you in the moonlight.
“Can’t sleep?” you murmur, reaching out to pull him towards you. “What do you need?” Always so grounded, so considerate. It twists the guilt inside of him. He tries to erase his self-loathing and reassure you, to ease you back to sleep.
You aren’t quite conscious enough to listen, but when you shuffle beneath the sheets to cuddle up to your man, you gasp when you accidentally brush over his hard cock. Not because it’s a shock to find, but because in your barely lucid state, you’re uninhibited. Earnestly expressing the desire his arousal sparks in you.
“Use me,” you whisper, slow and syrupy. Difficult to deny.
“No, baby, it’s okay. Go back to sleep,” Joel argues softly.
You roll over, muffling a low whine into your pillow, before turning back towards Joel. You can make out his profile in the dim glow of the room. You can feel the resistance, but you give it another shot.
“It’s not okay,” you grumble, and his head jerks towards you, “can’t go back to sleep now, you’ve got me all wet already.”
“Okay,” he gives in like he could ever hold out on you anyway. He pulls back the sheet, exposing your sleep-warmed skin to the cooler air. Running his palm down your spine as you melt face down on the bed. He crawls overtop of you, straddling behind the curve of your ass, before lowering himself, caging you under his body.
The skin contact is overwhelmingly intimate as he presses soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. You settle with ease and whine softly into the dark room as he rubs his cock along your slick folds. He continues, grunting in his own pleasure, as he glides along your seam, soaking in the sensation of you. Wet and needy from his touch. Until your legs are twitching and your whines grow louder, impatient, and sharp until he hears you say his name. When you plead for him to fuck you already.
Then. He adjusts and sinks slowly into you, filling you inch by inch, grinding languidly against your plush body.
You’re soft. Warm and wet. You take him so well, and he knows how to find the angles to make you shake and cry out for him. Now he chases it, needing to please you, to give himself to you. He plunges into you deeply, whispering praise against your skin until you’re shuddering and gasping beneath him. He nearly comes with you, but when the thought of Javier pops up, he falters. He pulls out of you and gently flips you over.
“Sleep,” he commands as he settles between your legs, and you let it take you. Drifting off before you can process that he didn’t finish. Content to dream about Joel’s tongue dipping into your fluttering entrance and his hands spreading your legs wider.
Joel stays between your legs, making your dream a reality. Trying to purify himself by worshipping you. Pouring his sins out between your thighs. Seeking forgiveness through your pleasure until he’s too tired to dream.
He’s convinced this method will work. That eventually, he’ll forget about Javier altogether. But Joel underestimates how deeply the other man has sunk his claws into the back of his mind. It’s unsustainable, and his exhaustion becomes more and more apparent throughout the week.
Despite thinking he’s able to cover up his internal torment, you always seem to know when something is wrong. You don’t push. You’re patient and gentle with him. It adds to his guilt.
You help out in any way you can. Commenting that he seems stressed and tired but never asking for an explanation. You let him stew on his own emotional nightmare in solitude. As he prefers.
For now.
When Joel admits to you on Friday night that he’s behind at work, you simply nod. He doesn’t argue when you offer to bring lunch to him the next day. But he can barely meet your eyes when you smile and trail off about how you know just what will help him get through the day.
You tell him decisively that he deserves to finish up early if he’s going to the office on a Saturday. He can only nod. Determined to spend the morning figuring out how to confess to you. With words.
He’s still in a haze of fatigue the next day. Despite the rest of the office being quiet, his head is loud and buzzing. Likely the reason he’s so taken off guard when the door to his office swings open.
“Working on the weekend?”
Joel’s pulse spikes as the sound of Javier’s voice fills the room, smooth and mischevous.
Anger floods his bloodstream and cuts through the fog of shame that had been clouding his vision. Joel crosses his arms and levels a ruthless glare at the man leaning against the doorframe.
Javier should be the one that looks out of place. Overdressed for the occasion, in the wrong place. But he stands confidently, neatly groomed, and polished. His dark blue collared shirt and fitted jeans highlight his broad shoulders. He looks like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be, and his expression says he knows it.
“No,” Joel says gruffly. Unperturbed, Javier sails into the room.
“I don’t have time for this. Get out.” Joel says, his voice low, dangerous. He stands, hips leaning against his desk, prepared to back up his threat. His tolerance is already out the window for Javier.
Javier shrugs, movements so fluid in relation to Joel’s fixed demeanor.
“You didn’t say please.” His smirk is maddening. Joel’s fuse is short. He’s not interested in games. Not interested in having anything to do with his surprise guest at all. But he doesn’t move. Words caught in his throat.
“Besides,” Javier continues breezily, “you aren’t very convincing. I told you last time, I like this look on you, all mad and–”
Joel feels thorns clawing at his throat. Furious that his nerves flutter in response to Javier’s backward flattery. He can’t be thinking straight, that’s all.
In fact, it’s damned near impossible to think when Javier keeps running his mouth, pushing every button he’s got.
“Fuck you,” Joel hisses, vibrating with frustration, cutting off whatever Javier’s next words would have been.
Amused by the interruption, Javier’s smile widens, eyes gleaming. “Mm,” he purrs, stepping closer, “You would like to, wouldn’t you?”
That’s it.
Joel snaps, his hand shoots out, grabbing Javier by the front of his shirt and shoving him roughly against the nearest wall. The loud thud of Javier’s back hitting the drywall echoes in the small office. But the smirk on Javier’s face only deepens.
“Touchy today, aren’t you?” Javier teases, breath coming out in a soft laugh. His body is pinned between the wall and Joel’s, but he doesn’t seem fazed. In fact, he looks pleased with the predicament.
Joel’s breath is coming out hard and fast, fists still gripping the fabric of Javier’s shirt. This is the last person he wants to see right now. He seethes. Pent up and compressed into a dangerous coil.
“You think this is funny?” Joel snarls, his face mere inches from Javier’s.
Javier’s smile softens into something darker, more intimate. “A little,” he admits, leaning in just enough that their noses almost brush. “But, you seem to be taking it pretty seriously.” Javier shifts under Joel’s grip, his hands skirting up Joel’s waist. “You’re so worked up.”
Joel grits his teeth, a ferocious-looking expression that only eggs Javier on.
Dropping to a whisper to demand that Joel listens closely, Javier adds, “Maybe you’re not mad at me at all.”
Before Joel can snap back, Javier shifts, movements effortless and exact.
In an instant, Joel finds himself flipped, his back flat against the wall, slammed with a force that he wasn’t expecting. Javier’s arm presses across Joel’s chest, and his hips press against Joel’s in a way that sends a hot wave of need shooting down Joel’s spine.
“Maybe,” Javier murmurs, lips to Joel’s ear, “you’re just mad at yourself.” Javier rocks his hips into Joel’s, grinding against his body in a slow, deliberate motion. A shudder ripples through Joel’s frame, even as his mind rebels against the thrill. “Denying the truth.” He emphasizes his point, pelvis pressing into Joel’s hardening cock, rolling his hips again. “Denying the pleasure.”
No. Joel holds out. He isn’t going there. Not now, not ever.
But damn, the way Javier has him, the heat of his body against Joel’s. It tugs at the tangled knot of confusion in his chest. The knot that’s close to unraveling.
“Fuck you,” Joel spits again, but it lacks the venom from earlier. His voice is a little shaky, resolve crumbling the longer Javier stays this close.
Javier smiles, his lips brushing against Joel’s jaw. “Say it, Joel.” He’s all-consuming, like a tidal wave crashing over and destroying all of Joel’s hastily constructed defenses. Javier is a relentless force.
“Say it,” Javier demands. “I already know. Knew the first night we met,” he murmurs. “Just need to hear you say it.”
Joel’s heart pounds against his chest, and his mind races. He wants to shove Javier off, wants to do anything other than stand there and feel his body respond to every damn word Javier says. Instead, he can’t seem to do anything. Can’t stop the muscles spasming in his core, or the way his chest heaves under Javier’s arm.
“You can’t, though,” Javier whispers, his voice a dark, teasing rumble. He drops his arm, releasing Joel from his hold. “Such a shame. I wanted to know what you could do with that pretty cock of yours.”
That was the last straw.
Joel grabs Javier by the waist, roughly spinning him around, and shoving him face-first onto the desk.
“You wanna know what I can do with it?” his voice is harsh and wild.
A reckless energy blazes between them. He pushes Javier down, leaning over him, chest pressed into Javier’s back. One hand snakes down Javier’s side, stopping at his hip. The other hand firmly planted on the back of Javier’s neck, pinning him down.
Javier catches his breath. He doesn’t resist. If anything, he leans into it, arching his back, breath coming out in soft pants as Joel’s firm body boxes him in. With their bodies pressed tightly together, Joel’s straining erection isn’t subtle. “That’s more like it,” Javier murmurs, breathless but still smug.
“Shut up,” Joel’s voice is hoarse. He is losing himself in it, the heat, the tension. Javier’s solid, toned body beneath his. He doesn’t want to think anymore. Doesn’t want to feel. He just wants to take control. To push past all the noise in his head.
His body is on fire. Adrenaline, testosterone, and arousal all surge through him. Heightening every sensation, forcing him to be present. Rooted in his physicality.
Gritting his teeth, Joel’s hands grip Javier tighter, a bruising force.
“You’re gonna be good now,” Joel orders, “For me.” His voice is rough dark, and he doesn’t bother trying to hide the anger—or the heat—coursing through him. He can’t deny it right now, not when it burns so intensely.
He shifts his stance behind Javier, grinding his hips forward and feeling how Javier’s body responds. How he invites the contact and braces against the desk. Sweet, thick satisfaction pools at the base of Joel’s spine.
Javier is still mouthing off, taunting Joel. Despite his voice sounding more breathless, it still brims with arrogance. “For you,” Javier repeats Joel’s words. “I thought it was all just for her? Have you changed your mind now?”
Joel doesn’t answer. He’s too far gone. His hands move to the waistband of Javier’s jeans, yanking them down roughly, exposing the curve of his ass. Javier lets out a small gasp but doesn’t protest. In fact, Joel can feel the anticipation humming in Javier’s body, and he’s amused when Javier presses back as if he needs to dare Joel to go further. As if he could stop now.
Curling over Javier’s body, Joel presses his fingers to Javier’s mouth. “Suck.” Javier complies, allowing Joel to slip two fingers past his lips. Javier lets a hum vibrate around Joel’s fingers that causes Joel to roll his hips, grinding his still-clothed erection against Javier.
Losing the war with himself, Joel takes out his resentment on Javier. He hooks his fingers into Javier’s cheek–jerking his head to the side. He glowers at the signs of arousal on Javier’s face. The undignified hunger.
Remnants of disgust curdle in Joel’s gut. “You’re fuckin’ sick,” he accuses in a husky whisper, removing his fingers and straightening, breaking the eye contact that stirred something fierce and hot in his veins.
Accusations aside, Joel continues. He watches, smirking to himself, as Javier tenses at the sudden contact when Joel runs his hand over the curve of his ass. He takes his time. Enjoying his own exploration of Javier’s body. Smooth skin and firm and muscular.
When he slowly pushes a finger inside, Javier’s body tenses at first, but Joel is persistent, working in deeper and stretching him open.
Javier lets out a soft moan, still managing to sound smug even with the sharp gasp that follows. “You act all pissed,” Javier’s whispers, “but you love this.” His voice drips like warm honey with a teasing bite.
Joel grunts, ignoring the taunts, focusing instead on the way Javier’s body relaxes beneath him, allowing him to add another finger. Javier’s breath hitches and he drops his head onto the desk.
“Yeah,” Joel mutters, “you like that.”
His words on encourage Javier to continue, “Know you wanted this,” he breathes, “that you’ve been thinking about it since last time, since the first time.” He continues his murmuring, words spilling over Joel’s desk, “I know because you’ve been in my fuckin’ head since that night.”
“You’ve got an awful smart for someone in your position,” he continues, mindlessly flipping the attitude back at Javier, pointedly ignoring his confession.
A strained chuckle comes from Javier, his body tightening with every twist of Joel’s fingers. “You still think you’re in control here?” he breathes, voice challenging and raw. “You’ve got no idea.”
Joel pulls his fingers out abruptly, letting out a throaty growl as he shoves his jeans down just far enough to free himself. He spits in his hand, slicking himself up with rough, hurried strokes, his mind focused on the sight of Javier bent over his desk, waiting for more, begging for it.
“Let’s see if you can keep running your mouth with my cock inside you,” Joel’s voice is layered with satisfaction. A challenge. He’s firm, gripping Javier’s hips and lining himself up. The room feels still, their ragged breath the only sound filling the air.
He feeds his cock into Javier slowly. The tight heat of Javier’s body draws a guttural noise out of Joel, and he pauses for just a moment, letting the sensation wash over him. Then he pushes in deeper, inch by inch.
Javier lets out a sharp moan, hands balling into fists against the flat top of the desk. “Fuck,” he breathes, and this time there’s no teasing edge, just raw need.
Holding still while they both catch their breath, Joel’s hands dig tightly into Javier’s hips, anchoring the two of them together. He buries himself to the hilt, savoring the overwhelming sensation of heat and friction.
And then he starts to move.
Slowly, at first. Deliberate. He moves with measured control, hips snapping forward, pushing deeper with every stroke. Javier groans beneath him, then manages to mumble something about Joel being desperate, about how much he wanted this, but the words are broken, breathless.
“Yeah?” Joel growls, picking up the pace, his movements growing rougher, harder. “That’s what you think?”
Javier’s body jerks with each powerful thrust, breath coming in short bursts. “I know it,” he rasps, his grip on the desk tightening as Joel relentlessly continues. Slamming into him harder now, control beginning to slip.
“You talk too much,” Joel decides, pounding harshly into Javier, reveling in the sweet clench as his pelvis meets Javier’s ass. He’s entranced by the sensation, the skin-to-skin contact, the heat, sweat, and musk.
Joel feels reckless. Intoxicated with the rush of adrenaline and dopamine. Chasing an escape and taking it out on Javier. He is distantly aware that Javier has stopped with his taunting. The only sound either of them makes are low groans and throaty grunts as he pounds into the man beneath him.
So absorbed with the immorality and the thrill he’s blind to the rest of the world and the rest of the room.
Until the door opens.
Joel freezes, his heart dropping into his stomach.
It’s you.
You shut the door, locking it, before turning back to face both men. Joel’s mind goes blank. His body is still pressed against Javier, his hands still grip his hips, his body flush against his.
For a split second, he thinks he can pull away and cover up the situation somehow, but there is nothing that can explain this away. No excuse. No cover story. His body runs cold, at a loss for words, mouth agape.
Then he sees the look on your face.
You stand still, like a prey animal caught in the line of sight of two apex predators. You can see the fear in Joel’s eyes, and your heart lurches, aching to comfort him. But the rest of the scene has you stopped in your tracks.
Joel sees your eyes widen; your breath is shallow, but there’s no shock. No confusion or hurt. Just a raw, undeniable hunger. You aren’t prey.
You stand, taking in the sight of Joel fucking Javier into his desk, and your lips part in a small, breathless sigh.
Javier turns to take you in, noticing the shift in the room, but he doesn’t pull away either. He is glowing, flashing his teeth with a wicked smile. The locks of hair on his forehead are damp with sweat, and his chest heaves as he remains braced atop the desk across from you.
“Look who’s here to watch. Her own private show.”
Joel swallows hard, still buried deep inside of Javier, his heart races. Adrenaline and arousal tangle together in a haze that leaves him unsure and adrift.
You step further into the room, your gaze never leaving Joel’s as you cross the room. Setting down the lunch you brought, you perch on the edge of the chair that sits in front of the desk.
“Don’t stop,” you encourage.
Joel still looks like he’s forgotten how to blink or breathe.
“The deli had a long line, and I couldn’t get parking,” you trail off a little breathlessly, watching the confusion on your man’s face.
Statuesque and still, Joel is dumbfounded that you’re talking about being late for lunch while he’s balls-deep in the man bent over his desk. Is this real life? He’s been plagued with dreams of Javier for the last two weeks, waking up hard and sweating. But they weren’t like this. None of them were like this.
“Don’t stop,” you repeat, voice dropping, sultry and encouraging. But he’s still locked in a trance.
“Can’t perform for an audience this time?” Javier quips, and Joel can hear the eye roll in his tone.
Joel swallows hard, his mind spinning. He doesn’t know what to make of this. How to handle the fact that you’re here, watching. But with the heat in your eyes and the lack of surprise, you seem so relaxed–no, you’re enjoying this.
That does something to Joel.
Something dangerous.
The invitation in your eyes sets him off.
“She said don’t stop,” Javier continues on, smirking playfully at you, pushing back against Joel.
Slowly, Joel regains feeling in his body. His hold on Javier constricting, his breath steadying, “I won’t.” He starts to move again, indulging in the sensation as he slowly drags his cock almost all of the way out before burying himself deep with a harsh snap of his hips. The motion forces a gravelly moan out of Javier that makes your cheeks hot.
Joel continues, unhurried, fixed on the expression on your face and the depravity of the situation. You have a sparkle in your eye that he’s familiar with. “You knew,” Joel states. You nod in affirmation, a grin spreading on your face.
“I set it up,” you whisper.
Your admission hangs in the air. The sex-filled, debacherously thick air. Joel's remaining hesitance dissipates as it all sinks in. Washing away the fear of being caught or ashamed. He can see the glow on your face, your eyes dark--blown out with lust, wetting your lips as you wait for more. He can ask questions later.
For you.
He tells himself, dismissing the last of the voices in the back of his mind.
You can see the gears turning in Joel’s head before something settles in, and the dark look he gives you makes your body burn up. Joel grunts, and you nearly melt, knees weak at the eroticism. It’s a good thing you’re seated.
Joel slams harder into Javier, giving in to the primal heat driving him forward. Every broken breath from Javier feeds Joel’s growing need. His intensity shoots straight to your core. Your cunt throbs between your legs. You settle back into the chair, savoring the fruits of your labor.
Your eyes trail over both men. It’s better than you could’ve imagined. You only wish you’d been in the room last week. However, getting the details from Javier kept you aching all week, even with Joel’s newly acquired midnight oral fixation.
You feel the hungry look on your face, gaze darkening as you marvel at the lewd scene. You don’t wait for Joel’s approval. Hand dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, slipping over the seam of your pussy, already needy and wet from the debased view of the two gorgeous men.
“Oh, shit,” Javier’s eyes nearly roll back as he watches you, eyes flicking from your hand disappearing beneath your shorts and up to your face.
Your lips part, arousal flooding your body at the dynamic between both men. You watch them in awe, like your very own porn starring your two favorite men. It’s indescribably hot to see you Joel so unraveled, his teeth clenched in a feral snarl as he continues. And to see Javier so blissed out beneath him.
“Show me,” Joel’s plea sends a tingly thrill down your spine. You remove your hand from between your legs to show off the tips of your fingers, glistening from tracing your slick folds. The way both men are glued to your display gives you a different thrill, something powerful and bright that starts in your chest and flows through your body. “Show me everything, baby,” his gruff voice is irrefutable.
You slip the shorts off, spreading your legs wide and parting yourself boldly to give your men their own private show. You trace your fingers from your entrance to your clit, drawing circles and seeking relief from the pulsing need that has you already feeling precariously close to the edge.
Joel’s breath comes in harsh pants now, body slick with sweat. The desk rattles beneath them as he drives into Javier, losing himself in the rhythm, the heat, the friction, and in the sounds Javier makes–those desperate moans, ragged breaths, the way he was trembling beneath Joel, taking it all.
And all the while, Joel’s gaze flicks back to you, watching the way your breath quickens, the way you touch yourself more urgently. Like a live wire had been lit between the three of you, charging the room with an intensity Joel had never felt before.
You’re spread out in front of both of them, a vision he’ll never forget. You freely let out soft whimpers and sweet whines that drive him wild. It all surges through Joel like a fever, threatening to consume him and driving him harder into Javier, who lets out a strangled moan.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” you sound frustrated. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are like this–shit.” You watch them with rapt attention, your hand moving quickly between your legs as you touch yourself. Joel can hear the soft, slick sounds of your fingers working and can see the way your body shivers with the same need that builds inside both men.
Your soft moans fill the room, blending with Javier’s broken gasps and Joel’s deep, gruff groans, creating a symphony of debased pleasure.
“Let’s see,” Joel encourages you in a hoarse voice. You can feel all of the need radiating from both men, it’s salacious and empowering. Joel’s gaze stays on you as he pounds into Javier, watching as you arch your back slightly, fingers working faster. Your parted lips and breathless noises make Joel’s pulse pike.
“I’m gonna come,” You can’t stop drawing out deep and bright waves of pleasure as your eyes dance in a flurry between Joel and Javier, taking in every detail. You can vaguely hear Joel’s praise as you work through the sensations. Panting shallowly, you’re fixed back on them as you start to relax.
Joel’s cock throbs inside Javier as he watches you, and for a brief moment, his rhythm falters, overwhelmed by how much it was turning him on to see you like this, to know you were getting off watching him like this.
Having caught on to Joel’s shift in focus, Javier lets out a choppy laugh. His own voice cracks with need. “She likes watching you fuck me,” he says, his words slurred with pleasure. “Look at her,” he begs in earnest.
“Shut up,” Joel grits out.
But Javier only laughs again, his voice still jagged. “Can’t blame her,” he continues, testing Joel’s patience. “Told you already, that sexy angry look you get–”
Joel doesn’t let him finish. He slams forward, thrusting into him deep and hard. Cutting Javier’s words off with a loud, choked moan. “Talk too fuckin’ much,” Joel spits out roughly as he leans over, his chest pressing against Javier’s back.
Joel catches the telltale hitch in Javier’s breath, the sharp, desperate moan that slipped from his lips as his need builds, coiling tight in his gut. He slides a hand over the curve of Javier’s ass, snaking around his hip, tracing over the curls at the base of his cock, and finally wrapping his fingers around his length.
Javier’s entire body jolts, clenching tightly around Joel at the contact. Joel strokes Javier’s cock firmly, matching the rhythm of his own thrusting. He revels in the delicious sensation of Javier tensing beneath him, and his breath catches in his throat.
The display of dominance and ego keeps you enthralled. Skin ablaze as you can barely keep up with the intensity of the two of them. You sink two fingers into your throbbing cunt, aching to feel filled and as wrecked as Javier seems.
Javier’s body clenches tightly around Joel as he watches you come in front of them, for them, but Joel isn’t about to stop. “You,” Joel growls as he pulls Javier’s head back just enough to hear him better. “You’re next.”
“Just–fuck,” Javier groans, hips pushing back to meet every thrust, practically vibrating under Joel, the usual cockiness faltering and replaced with something more intimate. “Don’t stop.”
Grinning through clenched teeth, leaning forward, breath hot against Javier’s ear, Joel’s voice is velvety smooth, “I know.”
“You gonna come for me?” Joel asks, his fist tightening as he jerks Javier’s cock, his other hand holding him steady by the hips.
“Please,” you add, desperate to see them fall apart.
“You–” Javier’s head drops forward, his voice a ragged gasp. He can’t finish the sentence as Joel slams forward, his hand moving faster and harder as he feels Javier’s cock pulsing in his grip.
“Come on,” Joel taunts now, rough and demanding. “Do as you’re told for once, Javier, come for me.”
And with a sharp gasp and cry, Javier’s body tenses, his cock jerking in Joel’s hand as he comes. The sheer intensity of his release is all too much.
Javier slumps forward, panting and spent, Joel’s gaze shoots back to you. The sight of you–the way you are losing yourself in watching them–makes Joel’s entire body light up with a new intensity.
You let out another soft groan, your gaze locked on Joel’s as you touch yourself, your fingers glossy with slick arousal. “Fuck, Joel,” you whisper. “Please.”
His body reacts immediately to the sound of your voice, the sight of you so undone, and he knows he’s close. He can feel the way his cock throbs inside of Javier, the heat of his release building in his gut, tightening with every rough movement. But this. Having you here, watching pushes him to the edge in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
Hips stuttering, Joel’s orgasm tears through him. Groaning deep within his chest, his body jerks forward as he comes inside of Javier. His fingers dig so hard into Javier’s hips that he knows he’s going to leave bruises.
Javier shudders beneath him, panting, body spent, but still bracing himself against the desk as Joel rides out the last of his release, breath coming in harsh, uneven pants. He looks at you, and a grin spreads on his face. The wrung-out expression really does it for you.
Your eyes are half-lidded, face hot with arousal, fingers desperately reaching for the sensitive spot inside your cunt that Joel reaches with ease. Both men’s dark eyes rake over your body, spurring you on. Writhing under your own hands and their heady expressions.
“Goddamn,” Javier breathes raggedly, but his tone is laced with admiration as he watches you. It makes you glow. “So pretty like that.” You moan louder, body arching as you ride the edge of your release.
“Such a good girl,” Joel says. “Come for us.”
With a shattered breath, you come–moans filling the room as your core contacts in waves. Until you’re cursing and panting softly. Letting the praise flowing from Joel and Javier wash over you. You giggle softly, acknowledging you feel more cockdrunk than the two of them look despite only watching.
You feel a warmth settling between the three of you.
It makes your limbs feel loose and floaty as you smile lazily, watching both men tuck their softening cocks back into their jeans. You swell with pride. For your own luck, snagging two incredibly gorgeous men. And for successfully executing your plan.
You know there’s more work to do. You catch the awkward pauses and shuffling, but you can only allow your heart to swell as Joel helps you to your feet as if your legs stopped working. A deep-seated contentment unfurls in your chest when his arms wrap around you. And when he releases you, watching as you pull Javier towards you, you remain hopeful.
You’ve got more in mind for your two Texans.
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Ok but I was literally reminded of sanctuary’s existence like zahlt an hour ago and my first thought at relearning Helen’s name was “why’s it always the Magnusses??” Also I do think Helen would still be an eye avatar, just- a lot more grounded in reality
I haven’t seen any Sanctuary/Magnus Archives crossovers and this is a tragedy.
Especially when you consider, Helen Magnus, and Jonah Magnus could in theory be siblings, the time line works out pretty well, Jonah as the older sibling who fell into the more occult side of things and Helen as the sister who follows in her father footsteps and finds the scientific explanation for things.
The Entites as hyperspecies abnormals with psychic abilities, and the ability to bring abnormalities out in human DNA, it honestly fits into the Sanctuary Universe really well.
Helen finding Jon cuz his constant distress is causing psychic ripples and one of the psychic species in the Sanctuary tells Helen about him.
A showdown between Jonah Magnus, the older more entitled sibling and Helen Magnus the younger more favoured sibling, the family fight to end all family feuds.
There’s a lot of directions you could take it in honestly, but that’s the point, why has no one else written this crossover? Surely I can’t be the only one who’s a fan of both?
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got love-struck I ln4
pairings: lando norris x reader, exbf! mason mount x reader summary: after y/n y/ln's breakup with famous footballer, mason mount, will lando be able to fix her heart or break his own? notes: this is my first post ever ahhh <3 leave some feedback if you enjoy
part two, masterlist
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landonorris yacht day with my favorite person
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user 1 HOLY HARD LAUNCH
user 2 HER SHORT HAIR,,, SHES COOKING SOMETHING
user3 NO CAUSE NEW MUSIC SOON???
user4 what!!!
user5 so her and mason are really over :(
user6 move on lol
carlossainz55 it's official
user7 MOTHERS BACK? WITH LANDO? WHAT
yourusername love you lan
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f1gossipp NEW! Photos of McLaren's Lando Norris and singer Y/n Y/Ln on a private holiday! The couple just recently hard launched their relationship on Norris' new instagram post. This is the first time Y/Ln has been photographed in a year after her public breakup with now ex-boyfriend Mason Mount. Could this finally be the singer's endgame?
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user1 UHHH mason in the likes??
user2 he forgot to go on his private😭
user3 new album when???
user4 you can tell he makes her so much happier than mason
user5 MISSING Y/N x MASON HOURS
user6 children of divorce :(
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yourusername surprise!! "Slut!" is out everywhere now <3 i wrote this song a few weeks after meeting my personal photographer (and the love of my life ig) love u to the moon and to saturn @/landonorris
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landonorris love u more flower
oscarpiastri lando cried when he first heard this.
landonorris YOU WERENT SUPPOSE TO TELL ANYONE yourusername aw lan🥹 (I already knew) landonorris HOW yourusername danny danielricciardo SHHHH Y/N yourusername sorry landonorris traitors.
user1 lando calling her flower. when will it be my turn.
user2 "GOT LOVE STRUCK WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD" R U KIDDING
user3 THE POST BREAKUP HAIRCUT I LOVE
user4 the comments with the other drivers😭 they love her already
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dailymail Is the beloved football couple back together? Singer Y/n Y/Ln and Mason Mount were spotted tonight leaving a club together in London! Is this the end for Lando Norris and Y/n Y/Ln? Read more in our article, link is in the bio.
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user1 @/landonorris come get ur girl
user2 what.
user3 Y/N THIS ISNT YOU
user4 we've been praying for times like this
user5 Y/N X MASON FANS GETTING FED
user6 no longer children of divorce YES
user7 they ended on good terms they're probably just friends hanging out chill everybody
user8 exactly!! this is why she deleted her socials last year cause people make sht up user9 idk looks sus for y/n...
a/n: ahhh i hope you guys liked this!! it was super fun to make
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BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook One Shot | Teaser
Summary: You've been single for way too long and you're done with causal sex and all the drama that comes along with it...so why not try something new? Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook (idk man 😂) Warnings: Smut and Explicit language (obvi lmao) a/n: I've been working on this for a while and I wanted to put out a teaser to see how well something like this would be received. It probably won't be going up for another two weeks or so since I'm trying to keep to a more manageable posting schedule so I hope you'll look forward to it! Feel free to comment down below if you'd like to be tagged! P.s. Ava is her best friend but it's pretty obvious lmao
Read the full one shot here!
"'How to bang your robot' sounds very informative" Ava giggles and I scoff, "That's not what it says dummy" I groan, thumbing through the manual until I find the most important piece of information, how to turn him on...well power him up so to say. The other part I guess I'll figure out later on when we're alone, although I'm sure she would love to watch.
I don't think I'll ever be able to understand how she can talk about things like sex so openly but I guess that's part of her twisted charm.
I brush some of the hay-like packaging off of him so the both of us can finally see what he looks like and my breath hitches once his face comes into view.
"I did a good job huh?" she says while elbowing me in the side, groaning when she hits the new tattoo I got on my ribcage the other day. "Oh shit I'm sorry! I forgot!" she says, apologizing but I brush it off as an accident and go back to inspecting him.
After taking more of the packaging off I finally find where his on switch is, which happens to be on his peck. "Really? I haven't even turned him on and I already have to violate him?" I say, hesitating for a second and then just rip the bandaid off so to say and lift his shirt up.
"Damn those abs are drool worthy" Ava whistles and I wack her in the arm, "You're not helping" I groan and find the plate that is covering the on switch, looking between him and her, contemplating on if I should go for it or not.
She nods her head, urging me to do it and after a second or two I give in and flip the switch quickly and fix his shirt so he's all covered up again. He might be a robot but I still think he deserves to be treated with respect.
Even if his whole purpose is to just fuck me senseless.
We both watch for a second and hear a few of the mechanisms start to move about before he takes his first breath. Well...kinda.
He opens his eyes and blinks a few times and I know for a fact that Ava hit it right on the head in her description. She knows me too well at this point if she was able to create a Mr. Right for me with a few clicks on her keyboard.
That or he's just very attractive to begin with.
He looks around for a second before turning his head towards me, our eyes locking for the first of many times and I can already feel my cheeks start to heat up. 'I'm fucked'
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