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come celebrate!!

welcome to louie's one year anniversary picnic event

hey, it's officially been a year since i created this blog!! so to celebrate i wanted to host a little event, it's been a hell of a year and i'm beyond grateful for everything and everyone!

⋆˚✿˖° — event rules;

— you can send as many requests as you want, though please limit it to one request per ask!

— there may be loads of requests, so please be respectful while waiting for your request to get seen to! (i'm also out on the 30th at tyler, the creator so requests may be slow out that day!!!)

— my usual rules apply, please read and heed them before sending in a request!

— event deadline is july 1st 2025! any submission made after july 1st, will not be written! please accept this fact, and refrain from submitting any requests after the deadline, please and thank you

— the masterlist of works produced from this event can be found here!!

⋆˚✿˖° — who can you request;

— as it is my one year anniversary, i'm opening up requests to any character on my masterlist!

— there's a total of 78 characters listed on my masterlists, loads to choose from but please keep in mind that i'm only one person and may fall behind!! (everything will be x fem!reader or gn!reader)

⋆˚✿˖° — games;

🌱 — get to know me. send in a question from this list, and i'll answer it honestly (or send in any other questions you might have about me)

🪷 — prompts. choose a character, and a prompt/s from reuniting lovers prompts, three hundred assorted dialogue prompts or morning after starters and i'll write a fic

🌷 — build a fic. choose between building either a sfw fic or an nsfw fic along with a character and i'll write something for it

🍓 — reacts. choose an au and a situation, and i'll tell you how i think they'd react (idea credit to @nottsangel) || feel free to send in a character that has multiple au's if you're curious about them all

🧁 — recs. send in a character or fandom and i'll rec a fic or author!

⋆˚✿˖° — tag system;

i decided on doing this event differently to my last two, so to navigate easier, here's the tags i've used

⸝⸝ ꒰ louie’s one year 🍪ㆍ₊⊹ is the main tag, everything i write for this event will be found under here

🌱 — louie's one year is for all questions answered about me

🪷 — louie’s one year is for all prompts

🌷 — louie's one year is for all build a fics

🍓 — louie's one year is for all reacts

🧁 — louie's one year is for all recs

if you wish to to avoid spam, please block/filter out all 6 tags!

© 2025 etclouie. I do not condone reposting, plagiarising or translating my work in any form. my blog is 18+, strictly no minors !!

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welcome to louie's one year anniversary picnic event

hey, it's officially been a year since i created this blog!! so to celebrate i wanted to host a little event, it's been a hell of a year and i'm beyond grateful for everything and everyone!

⋆˚✿˖° — event rules;

— you can send as many requests as you want, though please limit it to one request per ask!

— there may be loads of requests, so please be respectful while waiting for your request to get seen to! (i'm also out on the 30th at tyler, the creator so requests may be slow out that day!!!)

— my usual rules apply, please read and heed them before sending in a request!

— event deadline is july 1st 2025! any submission made after july 1st, will not be written! please accept this fact, and refrain from submitting any requests after the deadline, please and thank you

— the masterlist of works produced from this event can be found here!!

⋆˚✿˖° — who can you request;

— as it is my one year anniversary, i'm opening up requests to any character on my masterlist!

— there's a total of 78 characters listed on my masterlists, loads to choose from but please keep in mind that i'm only one person and may fall behind!! (everything will be x fem!reader or gn!reader)

⋆˚✿˖° — games;

🌱 — get to know me. send in a question from this list, and i'll answer it honestly (or send in any other questions you might have about me)

🪷 — prompts. choose a character, and a prompt/s from reuniting lovers prompts, three hundred assorted dialogue prompts or morning after starters and i'll write a fic

🌷 — build a fic. choose between building either a sfw fic or an nsfw fic along with a character and i'll write something for it

🍓 — reacts. choose an au and a situation, and i'll tell you how i think they'd react (idea credit to @nottsangel) || feel free to send in a character that has multiple au's if you're curious about them all

🧁 — recs. send in a character or fandom and i'll rec a fic or author!

⋆˚✿˖° — tag system;

i decided on doing this event differently to my last two, so to navigate easier, here's the tags i've used

⸝⸝ ꒰ louie’s one year 🍪ㆍ₊⊹ is the main tag, everything i write for this event will be found under here

🌱 — louie's one year is for all questions answered about me

🪷 — louie’s one year is for all prompts

🌷 — louie's one year is for all build a fics

🍓 — louie's one year is for all reacts

🧁 — louie's one year is for all recs

if you wish to to avoid spam, please block/filter out all 6 tags!

© 2025 etclouie. I do not condone reposting, plagiarising or translating my work in any form. my blog is 18+, strictly no minors !!

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heyy! little self promo, but i'm celebrating my one year on tumblr!! if you're interest in my writing, then feel free to come celebrate with me, i've opened up res to every character that i write for!!

any questions, don't hesitate to ask!

welcome to louie's one year anniversary picnic event

hey, it's officially been a year since i created this blog!! so to celebrate i wanted to host a little event, it's been a hell of a year and i'm beyond grateful for everything and everyone!

⋆˚✿˖° — event rules;

— you can send as many requests as you want, though please limit it to one request per ask!

— there may be loads of requests, so please be respectful while waiting for your request to get seen to! (i'm also out on the 30th at tyler, the creator so requests may be slow out that day!!!)

— my usual rules apply, please read and heed them before sending in a request!

— event deadline is june 10th 2025! any submission made after june 10th, will not be written! please accept this fact, and refrain from submitting any requests after the deadline, please and thank you

— the masterlist of works produced from this event can be found here!!

⋆˚✿˖° — who can you request;

— as it is my one year anniversary, i'm opening up requests to any character on my masterlist!

— there's a total of 78 characters listed on my masterlists, loads to choose from but please keep in mind that i'm only one person and may fall behind!! (everything will be x fem!reader or gn!reader)

⋆˚✿˖° — games;

🌱 — get to know me. send in a question from this list, and i'll answer it honestly (or send in any other questions you might have about me)

🪷 — prompts. choose a character, and a prompt/s from reuniting lovers prompts, three hundred assorted dialogue prompts or morning after starters and i'll write a fic

🌷 — build a fic. choose between building either a sfw fic or an nsfw fic along with a character and i'll write something for it

🍓 — reacts. choose an au and a situation, and i'll tell you how i think they'd react (idea credit to @nottsangel) || feel free to send in a character that has multiple au's if you're curious about them all

🧃 — reqs. free rein to send in any reqs you want, that adhere to my rules ofc, but that don't follow any of the above games. basically any normal requests you want to send in, here's your chance

🧁 — recs. send in a character or fandom and i'll rec a fic or author!

⋆˚✿˖° — tag system;

i decided on doing this event differently to my last two, so to navigate easier, here's the tags i've used

⸝⸝ ꒰ louie’s one year 🍪ㆍ₊⊹ is the main tag, everything i write for this event will be found under here

🌱 — louie's one year is for all questions answered about me

🪷 — louie’s one year is for all prompts

🌷 — louie's one year is for all build a fics

🍓 — louie's one year is for all reacts

🧃 — louie's one year is for all general reqs

🧁 — louie's one year is for all recs

if you wish to to avoid spam, please block/filter out all 7 tags!

© 2025 etclouie. I do not condone reposting, plagiarising or translating my work in any form. my blog is 18+, strictly no minors !!

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𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce , @zhenyiuu , @julesdesires , @liliesdiary , @tiamathh , @garfieldissocool , @cinnamonghostcrunch , @craisinsensation1029 , @livingangie

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— minimalist dividers (blue/yellow | request)

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please consider liking or reblogging if you use 💕

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hey, updated all my rec masterlists! Individual masterlists are still a wip, but it's something

— fic rec masterlist

— The Walking Dead;

— Call Of Duty;

— Criminal Minds;

— 911;

— Outer banks;

— Sons of Anarchy;

— Triple Frontier;

— The Bear;

— Marvel;

— Marauders;

— Harry Potter;

— Misc Characters One;

— Misc Characters Two;

More Recs of my top characters; coming soon !!

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okay instead of a total delete and restart, i'm just updating everything

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is it bad i want to delete this blog and start over? still be a recs blog, but just start a clean slate

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hihi! another bit of self promo, but i'm hosting a sleepover event that'll run from today until monday!! feel free to drop by and req something, you can make as many reqs as you want

ᯓ★ thank you so so much for 1000 followers, i heavily debated celebrating cause of my 600 event but decided against it. thank you to every single person who's interacted with my blog in any capacity, i appreciate you all millions

ᯓ★ like my other event, all rules below but my original rules still stand !!

ᯓ★ 1k sleepover masterlist | main masterlist

"shh i have a secret" dialogue prompts // "yeah, just like that..." smut dialogue prompts // fluffy prompts — or maybe pair a prompt with something from my au list?

- my sleepover event will be running from feburary 21st to february 24th, everything requested in this time will be written and anything requested after the deadline won't be written

- all works produced from my sleepover can be found under the tag #₊˚꒰🥞꒱‧ louie’s 1k sleepover

- like my other event, you can request as many things as you want and you don't need to wait for the first to be written to request another

- not all characters i write for are included in this event, please respect this even if it excludes your faves

- neon pink hearts divider by @strangergraphics // mdni divider and matching line divider by @vesearartistry — last two used in works produced from this event

who can you request?

twd; rick, daryl, negan and shane

cod; price, simon, soap and gaz

criminal minds; hotch, derek, spencer and luke

sons of anarchy; jax, chibs, juice, tig, happy and opie

marauders; james, remus, sirius, poly!marauders and poly!wolfstar

slytherin boys; draco, blaise, mattheo, theo and enzo

askbox link can be found here !

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thinking about changing my masterlists to look how my writing ones do, just an fyi in case anything looks different in the next couple days!!

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Keep your nose in my business

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Summary: You meet a stranger at the bar and the only thing you can think about is riding that man's gorgeous nose. R18+ 🔞🔞 || WC: 3k CW:smut, anonymous sex, casual sex, strangers to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), car sex, reader had a bit to drink but not enough to not know what she's doing A/N:In answer to this poll's results.

Read it on AO3

It was Saturday night, and you decided to hit the bar with a couple of friends to help take off the edge after one seriously long week. You’d been at it for a few hours now, all of you riding a nice buzz and laughing at one of the tables, when two men walked in and headed straight for the bar. Your eyes instantly zeroed in on one of them as the men sat down at the counter with their profiles facing you.

You knew that you were staring, barely looking away and almost ignoring your friends in the process as they chatted and laughed around you, but you couldn’t help yourself.

A shiver ran down your spine while you took in the man’s features, which was easy enough since you were only sitting two tables away from the bar. His hair was in a buzz cut, which emphasized the perfect shape of his head, while it also highlighted the straight line of his nose and the curve of his lips. The nose in particular was what had you so riveted to the man’s face. As you watched him animatedly talk to his friend, you could see that his nose was broad and slightly crooked. However, it was exactly these details that added to his rugged face and made him so appealing to you. 

“What got you so distracted?” suddenly piped up one of your friends from right next to you, leaning against you to look in the direction you’d been staring at. “Oh,” she crowed with a grin, elongating the vowel. “Well, don’t you got a nice view? Which one is it? Oh, wait, silly me,” she giggled with a knowing smirk. “The right on.”

So maybe you had a type. 

Grinning at her with a hum of confirmation, you drew your attention back to the man, only to notice that he was the one watching you now. Taken by surprise, you blinked a couple of times, realizing that he or his friend must have caught you or your friend staring. You didn’t look away, though. Especially since he was watching you with interest. Instead, you slightly lifted your head and inclined it to the side, a small, challenging smile forming on your lips. The man’s mouth pulled up into a curious smile. 

“Don’t wait for me,” you announced to the table as you got up, only turning your head slightly into your friends’ direction, while never taking your eyes away from the man. 

“Have fun!” The same friend from before exclaimed with glee, while the others cat called as they caught on to what was happening.

Grabbing your purse, you made your way towards the bar, where the man was watching you come closer. Your stomach jumped with excitement at the lengthy once over he gave you, making you feel glad that you’d opted for the dress you were wearing tonight. When you were only a few steps away from him, he swiveled on the bar stool until his whole body was facing your way. 

“Hey,” he said, tilting his head to the side with a playful smile as he observed you. 

“Hey, yourself.” You leaned your back against the bar and turned your head towards him. There was barely a foot separating you from him now. 

The man looked even better up close, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone and a pendant hanging low on his smooth chest. But his nose… It was even more appealing, with its straight slope that gave way to a defined cupid's bow and lips. You smiled to yourself at the images entering your mind in relation to said nose. 

“Havin’ a good evenin’?” he wondered, taking a gulp from his beer while keeping his eyes on you. 

“Mhm.” This time, you were the one to give him a very deliberate once over, your eyes stopping a little longer on his crotch and the promising bulge in it. “You?”

“Just got better,” he smirked, which had you chucking in appreciation. “Can I get you somethin’ to drink?”

“I don’t wanna be interrupting anything,” you said with a fake air of innocence, giving a half shrug and a glance at the man’s friend. 

“Nah, ma’am, he’s all yours,” the friend said with a snort and a small, amused shake of his head as he drank from his beer bottle. 

“You hear that?” the man chuckled, leaning an elbow on the counter as his eyes dropped to your mouth for an instant.

“I do,” you hummed softly, satisfied with the way he was looking at you.

The man grinned and lifted his hand to call the barman. “Get the lady whatever she’d like, yeah?”

The barman nodded and looked at you, waiting for your order.

“Whatever he’s having is fine,” you replied, since you didn’t really care about the drink. 

Your eyes returned to the man, who was still watching you. 

“I’m Shane,” he said, motioning for you to take a seat, which you ignored. You weren’t interested in chitchat and didn’t intend to stay in the bar much longer. 

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled sweetly.

Shane frowned faintly after you didn’t introduce yourself in turn. 

“Don’t I get a name?” he inquired after a beat. 

You chuckled softly. “What does it matter?” 

His eyes narrowed curiously this time, quietly assessing you for a few seconds, before his lips slowly curved up on one side as he tried to figure you out. 

“Well, I gave you mine…” he trailed off meaningfully, his sharp gaze on your face. 

“Mm, true, but yours might be more useful than mine,” you explained in a light tone.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Oh, he was definitely intrigued now, and you loved it. 

You turned your whole body towards him and leaned into his space until your face was only a few inches away from his. 

“When you’ll have me screaming your name,” you whispered, your eyes locked with his. 

His entire demeanor instantly changed. His back straightened, while his face morphed from amused curiosity to intense interest, his brown eyes becoming dark pools as he regarded you. Heat ran through your entire body at the way he was watching you, his expression promising something that had you already feeling your arousal thrumming between your legs. 

“Rick,” Shane rumbled as he got up, which had him standing right in your space as he addressed his friend without looking at him.

“Just go. But you owe me one,” Rick snorted good-naturedly.

Shane only hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes not moving away from you. 

Throwing him a lopsided grin, you took a couple of steps backwards before turning around and making your way towards the exit. You didn’t check if Shane was following you; you knew he was. Once outside, you headed straight for your car, which was standing at the furthest part of the parking lot, and listened to the thuds of Shane’s booted feet behind you. As soon as you’d unlocked the car, Shane grabbed you by an arm and turned you around until he had you pressed against the passenger door. His other hand came up to take hold of your jaw as his mouth descended on yours. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue claiming your mouth and making you moan against his lips. 

“What exactly is it that you want from me, Darlin’?” he asked after lowering his mouth to your jaw and biting teasingly over it. “I know there gotta be somethin’ specific in that pretty lil’ head of yours with the way you approached me,” he continued, moving to your ear and nosing along the skin behind it, which had you grabbing at his shirt. “Somethin’ a lil' rough…? Somethin’ quick 'n dirty…?” He slid his hands down your body; over your hips and thighs, before moving them to your ass and pressing you against him, making you feel his hardening length. 

“Very observant,” you laughed through a moan, before he took your mouth again, which made you feel his grin against your lips.

“So?” He whispered against your lips, while his fingers began raising your dress over your thighs to get to your skin. 

Uttering a soft laugh, you briefly caught his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked at it, which had Shane rocking against you with a small groan. 

“I wanna ride your face,” you revealed after a few seconds, drawing your head away enough to see his expression as you spoke.

Shane locked his dark eyes with yours, staring at you intently for a second, before he exhaled deeply and licked his lips. 

“Yeah?” 

A flutter of excitement coursed through your belly and had your legs squeezing together at his hungry smirk. 

“Uh huh.” You looked at him with the same challenging smile that you'd sent him when he'd first looked at you. You moved in until your lips grazed his. “You think you're up to it?” 

One of Shane's eyebrows lifted at your challenging tone, while he ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth. 

“Come on,” he rumbled with a touch of warning at your challenge, and ripped himself away from you with a jerky movement while he grabbed your wrist.

For a second, you were confused about why he was taking you away from your car, but quickly realized that he was walking towards his own. He unlocked a dark truck that was only standing a few slots away from yours, and opened the passenger side. 

He pulled you against him and spoke into your ear in a rough voice, “Get in.”

“Eager much?” you gloated, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth before throwing your purse onto the back seat and climbing into the truck. 

What surprised you, then, was that Shane didn’t go to the driver’s side. Instead, he reached underneath your seat and pulled on a lever before pushing the seat all the way to the back. You made a small sound of surprise as you slid back, but your breath caught in your throat as you saw Shane slip into the now roomier foot well at your feet. Your whole core tightened in delicious anticipation as you realized what he was planning once he’d closed the door. In the low light of the parking lot, you stared at each other silently for a few seconds, before his hands began moving over your thighs, pushing the dress up inch by inch. Breathing faster, you spread your legs to allow Shane to get into a better position between your feet. Your stomach tightened at Shane's pleased hum and bit down on a moan when one of his hands moved between your thighs until it disappeared under your dress. Barely a moment later, you had to suck on your bottom lip as Shane's fingers slid against your soaked panties. He groaned in the back of his throat at the feeling and pressed a finger against you to get more of it. 

“Shit, talkin' 'bout eager, huh.” 

There was no time to reply, since his hands were now running along your outer thighs underneath your dress until he met your panties. You lifted your hips and watched Shane as he methodically removed your underwear, one leg at a time. Then he grabbed you by the hips and pulled until you were reclining against the backrest and your ass was sitting at the very edge of the seat. Shane glanced up at you with that same hungry expression as earlier, holding eye contact for a moment, then sank his face between your thighs. 

One thing was certain, he wanted this as much as you did, since he went in with no hesitation or restraint whatsoever. His tongue slid through your folds a few times, gathering your juices with ravenous passes. He groaned into your skin, which had you crying out and rocking your hips into his face. He moaned as you did it, which had you peering down at him. His mouth and parts of his nose were pressed between your outer lips, licking and sucking up and down around you. Panting, you grabbed the back of his head and lifted your hips while pushing his face into you, until you felt your clit bumping against his nose and sliding over it. If Shane was surprised by your action, he didn’t show it. He grunted at your long moan of pleasure while you kept him against you and rubbed yourself along his nose with small rotations of your hips before going back down and receiving the attention of his mouth again. You suddenly realized why he’d gotten you in the passenger seat. He could have easily laid you out on the back seat to eat you out, but you wouldn’t have been able to grind against his face like you were right now. He had definitely understood the assignment. This was as close to riding his face as it got in this situation. 

“Shane, fuck!” you cried out, as his lips surrounded your clit and started sucking at it with growing pressure, before circling it with his tongue. 

Shane growled in reply and pushed one of your thighs further open to get even closer to you. Lifting one of your hands to the head rest, you grabbed onto it for leverage as you kept your other hand over the back of Shane’s head while you moved against his mouth. Breathing loudly through your moans of pleasure, you stared down as Shane welcomed your erratic thrusts with his tongue. He loosely wrapped an arm around one of your thighs to keep you centered and looked up at you. There was just enough light to see his features, and you found yourself unable to look away. He was silently encouraging you, his eyes taking in your expression of ecstasy as your hips began moving more wildly, slipping and sliding over his mouth and his nose. 

“Shane, Shane, Shane,” you chanted, as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. 

Shane groaned in a low tone as his name kept spilling over your lips. 

“Fuck, please don’t stop, Shane. So close… I’m so close,” you cried, with your voice getting gradually higher. 

“Mhm, mhm,” Shane growled encouragingly, watching you attentively as he worked tirelessly with the wild pumps of your hips. 

Your whole body went rigid as you exploded over Shane’s mouth with a long cry, your back arching up while you gripped at the head rest. As soon as the highest moment of your orgasm began to subside, you began to tremble from the intensity of it while Shane slowly slid his tongue over your drenched flesh. 

“Fuck,” you uttered with a gasped out laugh, as your body sank into the seat and Shane kissed the inside of your thigh. 

His low chuckle had you glancing down at him through hooded eyes and finding him smirking with his nose, mouth, and chin glistening with your juices. Without really thinking about it, you sat up and slid back in your seat to catch Shane’s face between your hands and lick a broad path from his chin and up to the middle of his nose. Shane groaned and caught your mouth in a messy kiss, sliding his tongue over yours while your hands went to his fly. To your surprise, it was already open. His dick was damp with pre-come, which you gathered over the head and used to stroke down along his whole shaft. Shane grunted at your touch and bucked into your closing fist as he pushed you back against the seat. A second later and you were yelping in surprise as the back rest flew back, putting you in an almost flat position. Shane was holding himself above you, one knee between your legs on the seat and one hand braced next to your head. You gasped as he used his other hand to slide three fingers along your entrance, before he brought it to his length and began stroking himself with the help of your slickness. Just from his expression, you could tell that he was already close. With a small grin, you brought his face down to yours and teasingly drew your tongue along the seam of his lips, quickly dipping into his parting mouth, before you licked over the bridge of his gorgeous nose.

“Fuck, you’re somethin’ else,” he grunted through gritted teeth before he groaned as he hung his head and came in hot spurts over your thighs. 

Humming contentedly, you watched his eyebrows lowering and his nose scrunching up as his body was rocked by pleasure. When he slowly opened his eyes, you pulled his face down for a languid kiss, which he instantly answered. 

After a minute, Shane rose on his hands and contemplated you with a slow smile but remained quiet. You watched him back and lifted a hand to stroke it lightly over his nose, smiling at his small chuckle, before he finally moved to collapse into the driver’s seat. Sitting up as well, you pulled on the lever to get the back rest up again and looked for your panties. You ignored the mess between your legs and your thighs as you adjusted your dress; you’d take care of that at home. As you moved around, Shane observed you silently while you retrieved your purse, put the panties inside, and ultimately opened the door. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said with an impish grin after getting out and leaning against the open door.

Shane snorted and hung his head with a little shake before his gaze returned to you. 

“Anytime,” he replied after a beat, his expression telling you that he meant it. 

Laughing softly as a frisson of satisfaction ran through you, you nodded and took a step back to close the door. You purposely didn’t look back as you walked towards your car and got inside.

Who knew, if there was a next time, maybe you'll consider giving him your name. After all, he did make you scream his. 

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Take me to church (Chibs Telford x fem!reader)

Summary: driving you insane is Chibs’ favorite way to decompress after a bad SAMCRO meeting.

Pairing: Chibs Telford x fem!reader)

A/N: This has been sitting on my drive for a while and I thought it would be nice to share it and I set after evens of season 7 (which I still refuse to ackowledge as canon with the exception of Chibs as president)

Wordcount: 1,7k

Warnings: smut (oral; edging; D/s dynamics, pleading kink)

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jax teller x fem!reader

how to get jax teller wrapped around your finger 101: easy, really. the nicest girl in town did it. she always smells the same, clean, fresh and sweet. coconuts and tangerines. she always says hello when they meet. always w a pretty smile. she also says hello to his gang. is nice to odd and peculiar personalities. takes everything with a welcoming smile and gaze. she cares abt people. like to ask things. do small things. not too much, because she doesn't have all the time in the world, after all.

she likes to keep sweet treats and snacks in her bag, just for jax. the sweeter, the better. so when he gets an itch to smoke, she just hands him one. and she did so many times, everytime he wants to smoke, he looks around, expecting her to be there and hand him one. a small chocolate bar. a tiny cupcake. a single packaged brownie. and his stomach rumbles. feels the lack of sweetness of his tongue. starts seeing the treats she gives him at the gas station and instantly thinks of her.

when they exchanged numbers. she made a habit of calling him on the same day, at the same time every week, just to say hello and check up on him. and he unconsciously grows to anticipate her calls. gets excited. and when she forgets to call, he gets confused and shows up at her house. he feels like a teenager all over again. laying in his bed, staring at his phone, just for her name to flash on his screen.

the longer they keep meeting and seeing each other. the shorter her skirts and shorts gets. Jax doesn't notice at first. how she started with jeans. complaining that the seats of the bar were always sticky and she hated the texture against bare skin. then her skirts started getting shorter and shorter, and jax at first tried wiping the seats for her, then realised those chairs are a lost caused, so much layers of unknown liquids on them. so he just offers his lap now. she says he's comfy and she smells real nice on him, so it's a win.

and when the smell of the bar gets too much, tobacco and weed and other illegal plants wafting through the air, mixed with sweat, beer and the stench of piss around the radius of the toilets, he just shoves his nose in her hair, inhales long and deep, his own little paradise, right there, on his lap. and it has gotten to a point where if she isn't there on one of those nights, to occupy his lap, he quickly gets a headache of the smell and stuffiness and goes out to take a break, outside, in fresh air. he gets irritated. annoyed. and complains about how people need to start using deodorants.

and the small changes in his behaviour are caught on. the smell never bothered him before she came in his life. but he doesn't want to hear it. doesn't care. especially when he can go to her house. where it's quiet. and gets tucked in her fluffy soft comfy bed, after taking a shower and using her own shampoos. and he gets a kiss on his forehead and cheeks. chokes hugs the life out of her squishmallows and closes his eyes, resting his bruised up body under covers of safety, tangerines & coconuts.

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KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY FOUR: DRY HUMPING w/ KYLE GARRICK

Rumpled sheets, birds chirping outside, sunlight filtering through the window. Mornings like this are rare for Kyle nowadays, constant deployment making it feel as though he's never home, and in retrospect, that may be considered true. The pure warmth and domesticity he feels with you snuggled in his toned arms, awake but refusing to face the day and abandon the sanctuary of Kyle's arms and the blankets, is like a Godsend right now.

It's making him feel all kinds of things, especially considering the way you keep innocently rolling your hips against his crotch, trying to be impossibly closer to him.

"Honey, you're killing me. Cut it out." Kyle chuckles, his briefs tightening each time you nudge yourself up against him, his hands brushing a few strands of hair, messy from sleep, away from your face. You can't help but laugh when you see how glassy Kyle's dark eyes have already become, shaking your head in disbelief at how easily it is for you to rile him up.

"Aww, you gotta bad case of morning wood, baby?" You tease, a cheeky smile lighting up your face as you bring one of your thighs up to grind against Kyle's stiffening cock earning a sharp inhale from him, his handsome features scrunching up as he leans into your touch.

Your stroke of bratty dominance is short-lived once Kyle parts your legs with one of his own, mimicking your own actions as he pushes his powerful thigh right up against your dampening panties, defined musculature finding and massaging your clit first time, like your bodies are magnetised. Quickly, you're both huffing and puffing as you grind up against each other's thighs, Kyle's face tucked into the crook of your neck as he sloppily nibbles and pecks at your throat.

"K-Kyle... 's not enough." You whine, rocking your hips in desperation as your hands grab at Kyle's waist in an attempt to position yourself better. But you're just so insatiable and in love with this man, and you need more.

Two large, rough hands paw at your hips, suddenly hoisting you up as Kyle rolls onto his back and plops you on top of him, deep brown eyes staring up at you in pure admiration, as though you're a masterpiece perfectly sculpted for Kyle and Kyle only. You look so beautiful, sitting pretty in an old sports bra and little panties on top of his engorged dick, practically aching to be inside of your wet cunt. Reciprocating those desires, your hands start to grab at the waistband of those pesky brief's, eager to utilise your privilege of gawking at Kyle's gorgeous, girthy dick.

Though your face falls in confusion when Kyle grabs your hands and places them on his thick, hard pecs instead, his lips curling up into a smirk.

"Nope. You're finishing what you started." Kyle whispers, his hands forcing your hips to sway back and forth, effectively grinding your pussy against him. You moan as you begin to move with Kyle, the weight of your body on top of his boner causing him to hiss, hips bucking up against your clothed cunt for more friction.

Kyle's hands explore every inch of your body they can reach while your find your own rhythm on his lap, each crevice his fingers glide across leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling in their wake, making your pussy clench around nothing as your pace becomes more frantic. The room fills with an air of unbridled passion as the grinding of Kyle's hips from beneath you mirror your increased urgency, his bare chest rising and falling hypnotically underneath your warm palms with each laboured breath he takes.

"Atta girl. Doin' so good, love." Kyle coos, keeping your firmly pressed against him, pulling your body down to his chest by your hair to leave more marks and wet kisses down the side of your neck, angling his hips so that he can keep grinding his cock up against you, never wanting to be apart from the warmth your gorgeous body emits.

Needless to say, not only was your lazy morning somewhat ruined, but so were two perfectly good pairs of underwear.

my time management is so ass, sorryyyyyy

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𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒. harry potter

cw. overprotective harry, swearing, fluff, steamy-ish. she/her pronouns.

[ MASTERLIST. ]

req. harry x reader and another random boy flirting/hitting on reader and harry get protective af etc (because same scenario is happening to me atm and its making me so uncomfy but l just cant tell the boy to stop🥲) — @saturoscumslut

“I’ll be going to the loo,” harry announced as he stood up “if you don’t mind.” he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“just don’t lose yourself on the way.”

“might be hard, but I’ll try.” shaking your head and chuckling to yourself, you turned back towards the bar counter at the club and took a sip out of your cocktail as you waited patiently for your boyfriend to come back.

you felt a pair of eyes on you but chose to ignore it as you stayed distracted by sipping the contents of your glass and scrolling lazily through your phone.

after a few moments later, you were approached by someone placing their hand on your shoulder.

“love?”

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this is the face nerd!Rafe makes when u give him head for the first time ever… yeah…

A heated make out session with his extremely hot tutee already felt like he was acting out some weird fantasy he’s seen in his favorite porno’s. But this? Oh, this was being saved in his memory for the rest of his life.

Your hands traveled down his body, giving him a small smirk as you kissed the skin of his stomach, pulling your tongue out and licking his happy trail, your hands moving to his belt, throwing it off of him. He watched eagerly, his eyes widening as you pulled off his pants and then his boxers, his hard cock springing against his stomach.

“You’re bigger than I thought you would be.” You mused, a shade of pink covering his cheeks now.

You went back up to kiss him again, his lips hungrily moving against your soft ones. You pulled away after a moment, and traveled back down to his cock.

“Wait, wait, are you sure?”

“More than sure.”

Oh fuck. That was hot.

His hips bucked when your mouth finally wrapped around his aching tip, letting out a low moan.

“Oh shit.” He murmured, his hands flying to your head. You put your hands at the base of his cock, while you let your mouth work around his girth. You swirled your tongue around it, and he felt like he was going to ascend into whatever heaven there was.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groaned out breathily when you looked up at him through your lashes, “you’re- you’re really fucking pretty.” He let out a noise that could only be compared to a whine, his hands tangling further in your hair, gently pulling at it without even realizing. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he stared down at you, his eyebrows creasing together.

You set a faster pace, your mouth speedily moving up and down on his length, while he let out the most delicious sounds you think a person could make. You felt drool forming on the corner of your mouth.

His head fell back on the pillows behind him, despite his attempts to keep looking at you. He raised his head again, letting out a guttural groan when you swirled your tongue once again.

“Y/n-“ he spoke, you still looking up at him with those beautiful eyes that were slowly killing him. He couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his warm cum shoot into your mouth, him letting out a shocked groan, his head falling back against the pillow again.

You pulled away, kitten licking the tip of his cock, swallowing all of his seed.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He spoke rather embarrassed, covering his face with his hands. You smiled at him, tilting your head in confusion.

“You’re okay.” You said with a giggle, him looking at you now, moving his hands away from his face.

He gave you a sweet smile, “Uhm.. thank you. You’re- uhm- really, fucking good at that.”

“Really? Thank you…” you replied. He blushed under your gaze, and you smiled at his shyness. It was adorable.

He sat up on the bed, moving closer to you now. “Uhm… this might be a little… late, but, I- I really like you. And I was wondering if- uh- if maybe you’d wanna go on a date with me? Like- like a real one. With clothes, maybe.” He said with a nervous chuckle, you laughing along.

“I’d love to,” you replied, raising your hand so you could cradle his face, the both of your lips touching again, and the both of you falling back into his sheets.

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a lesson in condom sense | dbf!j.m. x f!reader

masterlist pairing: dbf!joel miller x sex shop employee!reader summary: [no outbreak] the last customer you expect to be waltzing into your secret day job is your dad's best friend. you can only fight the tension between you two for so long before giving in. warnings: (18+ mdni) what it says on the can: reader works at an adult store, many sex toys referenced (& used!), age gap (mid 20s/early 50s) brief mention of sex work, don't follow reader's example, joel buys a fleshlight, joel fantasizes about you, brief mention of bondage, mostly pwp, reader humps a chair + gets caught doing it, mild exhibitionism, 'just the tip' that leads into unprotected piv, creampie, oral (f!receiving), vaginal fingering, joel uses a vibrator on reader, degradation, praise, soft dom!joel, pet names, aftercare [no use of y/n] word count: 6.5k a/n: condom sense is, in fact, a real sex shop that exists and serves the DFW metro area, so not exactly austin, but the name was too perfect not to pretend. unlike these two, please favor condom sense and wrap it up. dbf sex shop joel won the poll for my next wip, but expect coach!joel pt. 2 to be right around the corner.

Admittedly, working at a sex shop isn’t the highest point in your life, but it certainly isn’t the lowest, either. The 40% off employee discount does soften the blow of lying through your teeth at cookouts. Saying you’re working at Walmart while trying to navigate a competitive job market goes over better than saying you work at Condom Sense.

All things considered, it’s not the worst place you’ve worked. Your manager, a 60-year-old stuck in the 70s named Sally, is much more lenient than your past bosses. You get to recommend toys to the girls that come through, and you also get the satisfaction of them coming back to sing your praises. Condom Sense never would’ve been your first choice of work right out of college, but now you almost mourn the day you’ll have to leave.

Thumbing through an old issue of Cosmopolitan, your bubblegum is beginning to lose its flavor. The tinny noise of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” purrs out of the ancient radio sitting alongside tentacle dildos. It’s still a little weird to have a constant audience of whips, handcuffs, vibrators, fleshlights, and everything in between, but since your bedside drawer has gotten fuller with every shift you take, you really can’t judge anything stocked here.

The later shifts are normally slower, especially this close to 11:00. Sometimes there’s a gaggle of sex workers outside of the door, dressed skimpily no matter how biting the rare Texas cold is, but that isn’t the case tonight – you’re the only one here, feet kicked up on a pink stool.

As if the world has it out for you, the rust-eaten bell lets out a metallic jingle, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the thought of having to put your Cosmopolitan away. Who the hell comes into a sex shop twenty minutes before close? Someone whose vibrator gave out on them, someone who needs lube, or both.

“Welcome to Condom Sense,” you put on your customer service voice, reluctantly bouncing off of the stool. You flip your magazine shut and toss it onto the counter, breaking into a crouch to finally make yourself useful by restocking the condom display. “Let me know if you need anything.”

A small grunt comes in response, and then some heavy footsteps carry through the store. Great, even better, you think to yourself, it’s a man.

The crowd that’s attracted to Condom Sense is mostly college-aged or middle-aged women, not with too much wiggle room in between. It’s Texas, after all, where ownership of more than six dildos is “prohibited”. Sometimes there’s a stray overeager boyfriend or creep with a receding hairline, but normally Sally is right around the corner to tell anyone out of line to scram, waving around a broom as if trying to fend off a stray dog. That’s not the case tonight.

You hold your breath and keep putting boxes of Trojans into the glass display case. Whoever’s in here is quiet, at least, not the type to ask for help or make too much of a ruckus with knocking shelving units over. Hopefully you can get him checked out quickly so you can close up and head home.

You stay like that for five minutes, sorting through boxes and marking stock until a throat clears in front of the counter.

Jolting up, you smooth out the wrinkles in your clothes, fiddling with your nametag. “Hi, yes, you all seeeee-”

Who the hell comes into a sex shop twenty minutes before close? Apparently Joel Miller does. You know, your dad’s best friend.

Maybe it’s because you’re surrounded by phallic dildos, maybe it’s because you’re goddamn stupid, but Mr. Miller, who seems to be fresh off of a worksite, looks good. Even though there’s an unmistakable surprise stricken across his brown eyes and a splotch of dirt on the slice of neck above his flannel collar, his hair is mussed perfectly, his scruff tamed along his jawline. Your eyes flash down to what he’s holding: a fleshlight.

You hate how quickly your mouth goes dry at the thought of Joel himself thrusting desperately into the dumb toy, and worse is the thought of him using your cunt to get off instead. You’re quick to remind yourself. Off. Limits. First of all, you don’t fuck customers. And you definitely don’t fuck customers that are your dad’s best friend.

Joel’s fist tightens around the box as if trying to obscure what you already know. His face is redder than you’ve ever seen it, cheeks like apples. In the end, it’s him who speaks first. “This ain’t a Walmart, hun.”

Your face heats up, and you shrug. “Pays well.”

“Can’t blame ya there,” he nods along. “‘S been a while. You alright?”

“I mean, I work at a store called Condom Sense. What do you figure?”

“C’mon now, can’t be that bad,” Joel grins at you.

“It isn’t,” you concede. You look him up and down again, trying really hard not to spend too much time on the toy in his hand. “Long day… contracting?”

Joel lets out a long, winded sigh through his teeth. “Yeah… my guys fucked up our concrete job. Had us there two hours longer than we were s’posed to be. Probably gonna be another long one tomorrow.” He runs a hand back through his already disheveled hair, his nose flaring. “Not your problem though, sweetness.” His eyes flick over you, over the counter and the neon signs behind you. “Your daddy know you work here?”

You freeze, eyes widening. “He’d have a cow, Joel. And if you think you’re about to hold this over my head or somethin-”

“Woah, woah, now when did I ever say any ‘a that? That’s none of my business, hun. You’re an adult, as long as you're gettin’ paid and you’re comfortable? I don’t see the issue.”

You nod, heart slowing to a steadier pace, or at least as steady of a pace as it can manage with Joel standing on the other side of the counter holding a fleshlight. “So, uh, relaxing night in or…?” You swallow hard. Professionalism, you remind yourself.

Joel laughs, an almost nervous sound as he rubs the back of his neck. “Just… a bit dry lately, I guess.”

“First time buying?” you ask with a raised brow.

“That obvious?” He slowly slides the box across the counter to you, and you inspect it under the fluorescents.

You hum under your breath, tilting the box away from you to get a better look. “Not a bad first choice. I’ve heard good things. Since it’s your first time, are you more of a spit-in-your-hand kind of guy, or do you have some massage oil or lube?”

Joel stares at you, almost sputtering as his lips try to form words. “What?”

You shake your head, veins suddenly iced over. “Shit, sorry, I shouldn’t be asking-”

“No, no, not a problem, sweetheart. It’s your job. Just… don’t expect to be hearin’... that from you.” He chuckles, but it sounds strangled. “I… normally spit. ‘S faster.”

Joel, desperately shucking off his belt and pants, pulling his hardened cock out, spitting into his hand so he can wrap his fist around himself. That first groan of pleasure he lets out, hand moving up, down, up, down. He treasures his alone time so much that he has to be the type to savor it– but you can’t think that far. Your tongue darts out to swipe along your lower lip, and you swear Joel tracks the movement. Your chest is tied up in knots.

“Well, you’re gonna want a heating massage oil. Moves it along easier, feels realer, y’know?” You reach across the counter and pluck a blue bottle from the display. “This is our bestseller.” Mustering up the most casual smile you can give him without wincing, you tap your fingers along the countertop.

Joel looks between you and the bottle, gnawing nervously at the inside of his cheek. “Thanks, hun. That’ll be it, then.”

You ring him up, sinking the fleshlight, the oil, and a complimentary toy cleaner deep into a bag that says THANK YOU four times along the side. The printer buzzes as it spits out his receipt, and you hand it all to him. He gives you a nod, casual, simple. You could keep it that way, a tiny interaction isolated to the four walls of Condom Sense, but you feel the words knocking at the backs of your teeth.

You’re saying them before you can second guess them: “Enjoy yourself, Joel.”

He makes eye contact for what must be the first time that night, eyes murky with something that, if you were more gullible, could come across as want. “I will, sweetheart.” Joel nods, wrapping a large hand around the bag. You don’t watch him leave, but you do hear the ring of the doorbell as the door knocks shut. It’s not enough to distract yourself from thinking of what his moans sound like.

Joel sweats like a whore in church the next time your dad calls him. He practically is one when he thinks about what it’d be like to be inside of the divinity of your body, a rosary of sweat collecting on his neck. He’d say every prayer if it meant he got to keep thinking of you like that – feels realer, a spit-in-your-hand kind of guy, enjoy yourself. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy yourself.

It’s shameful, the way he thinks of you, the daughter of the man he considers his best friend. But he can’t make himself stop. Every time he pulls the fleshlight out of his drawer, you appear in his head. Sometimes you’re bent over the counter, whining as he rolls his hips into yours. Sometimes he rucks up those fucking skirts you wear to shove his face between your thighs, lets you soak his face as you pull his hair. Sometimes you’re riding him, moving how he shifts the fleshlight over his leaking cock.

Every time, regardless of what he imagines, he shakes himself loose in post-orgasm bliss, guilt chewing at his stomach. Every time he passes Condom Sense on the way to a job, he wonders if you’re working. What’s a respectable amount of time to stop in for a second sex toy purchase? Joel wouldn't know, and he doesn’t want to be selfish. Money doesn’t grow on trees, unlike his arousal. The fleshlight is already miles better than his own hand, and he worries what he might say if he sees you bouncing around, say, restocking dildos.

He manages to keep his self control. He doesn’t get on his knees and confess his sins to your dad on the phone, or when they run into each other at home depot. By some miracle, he doesn’t get any further than flicking his turn signal before immediately turning it off when he passes Condom Sense.

And then he has the dream.

It’s his day off, a Sunday, and he wakes up to his dick softening and his cum drying on his abdomen and all of the hair spattered there. There’s traces of the dream in reach, tugging on the harness he’d tied around your body to pull you back on his cock.

This time, he can’t shake himself loose.

He’s standing in Condom Sense by ten in the morning, running his hands down his sides and feeling oddly exposed, as if every camera or wandering employee can see the shame painted on his skin much like his cum had been. He hopes you’re not here; he’s not sure he can handle it, but he is sure of the arousal that would brim in his lower belly at the mere sight of you. It’s bad news – everything about this is bad news.

You’re bad for Joel, and you have been ever since he saw you for the first time after your college graduation, partying in your old man’s living room. Four shots deep and a feather boa around your neck, wearing a low-cut top as you scream-sung Dolly Parton into the busted karaoke machine from your childhood. That was the first time he ever saw you as anything more than your dad’s little girl. It should’ve been the last, too.

Joel takes a relieved breath when there’s no immediate sign of you in the store, but you very well could be squatting behind the counter like last time. There's a woman in a pink polo shirt with bangle bracelets standing over by the wall of ropes, reorganizing and sucking on her teeth. 

He doesn’t even know what he’s here for – he’s chasing something he can’t have, or at least a semblance of it. The obvious choice is the restraints from his dream, but he has nobody to put them on, no skin to feather with kisses as he pulls them secure. Another fleshlight would be greedy.

And then he hears it. The unmistakable sound of your voice, a shockwave to his chest. He slips behind a display, almost ready to make a beeline for the door when you say, “We restocked the wands.” Joel glimpses you through the grid of butt plugs he’s hiding behind, where you’re waving around a rectangular white box. “You were asking for recommendations, right? Well, this one’s a trooper.”

“That so?” your co-worker clicks. “Might be too intense for me. You’re known to be an overachiever.”

“No shame in a little overstimulation,” you shrug.

Joel slams a fist on his chest to stop himself from hacking out a surprised cough. His thighs go hot, a warmth that spreads between them and tightens his pants as he thinks about you with a wand to your glossy clit, hips squirming for more and less all the same.

“Yeah, for you. I’d be bawlin’ into my pillow in two minutes.”

“It’s my favorite! Only just gave out on me yesterday… had her for years, though. My old faithful. Have to say, it’s a little rough waiting for my next paycheck. Nothing else does it for me. Feels fucking incredible.”

Joel walks out. Not because he wants to, but because if he doesn’t, he won’t be able to stop himself from spending almost a hundred dollars on that wand and handing it to you in broad daylight. It occurs to him on the uncomfortable drive home, hard and throbbing between his legs, that he wants to be the source of your pleasure, to make you feel good.

It’s a damning thought for a man like him, but not damning enough.

Pent up is one way to describe the way you’re feeling.

After the unfortunate passing of your trustworthy wand, your fingers nor the rest of your collection of comparably wimpy toys, have been able to do the trick for you. And the worst part of it all? Your paycheck is still three days away.

You’d like to say not getting off in four days is the source of all of your arousal, but you’re not a liar. At least, not to yourself, because you wouldn’t stand at the podium and confess your nastiest Joel-centered fantasies to his face. It’d been bearable when it was only him fucking the fleshlight taped to the backs of your eyelids. You blame it on the pervy part of yourself that’s always rubbed her thighs together from watching a man get himself off. It’s no longer bearable when you start envisioning him moaning your name while he rocks his hips into the toy, chasing his release.

No, it’s not bearable at all.

Sitting behind the same counter you’d checked him out at makes it worse, roughly the same hour of the night that he’d popped in the other day. You keep thinking of how he looked at you, first caught like a deer in headlights, then almost shy, a word you’d never once use to describe the man you’d come to know as your dad’s best friend.

An even more pervy part of yourself, the same one that hopes he thinks of fucking you when he fucks his recent purchase, slowly rolls her hips into the stool. It’s imperceptible, not something that has a chance of being picked up by the camera. You grind your clothed, needy pussy onto the pink vinyl cover, smothering a whimper into your fist. The seam of your shorts catches on your clit, snuggled between your folds. Your arousal clings to the gusset of your drenched panties. Pleasure spools in your stomach, winding around your cunt and spine. 

You curl in on yourself, burying your head into your folded arms and panting as you grind on the stool. You let yourself pretend it’s Joel’s lap; the mound-like shape of the foam beneath isn’t at all close to what Joel’s bulge must feel like, but with every press of your hips, it matters less and less.

The taboo of it all, knowing you’ll have to go into the security system and delete the footage once you’re done soaking the vinyl, being in view of the unlocked door, is doing just as much for you as your vibrator back home would. So much so that with your head tipped low, your eyes squeezed shut, and your hips canting back and forth, you don’t even notice the rusted rasp of the bell above the door.

You don’t notice a damn thing until a strangled sound comes from the front of the store.

Your head snaps up so fast that you go toppling off of the back of the chair, just barely able to catch and prop yourself up on a shelf behind the counter. An embarrassed cough knocks its way out of your gut. Too taboo. You’re still panting when you’re stricken by a passing thought: you’re definitely going to lose your job, the last one this part of Austin seemed to have to offer. Shit.

Your dignity on the other hand is long gone, somewhere in the smear of arousal you left on the stool. “Sorry – fuck! I’m sorry,” you blurt out in a last-ditch effort to keep your job, fingers crossed that it’s someone who understands or at least doesn’t care.

When you look up, you get none of that. For the second time this week, you get Joel Miller. Joel Miller with his messed up hair and work-worn hands, slack jaw and rapid blinking.

You must be matching his expression now, mouth opening and closing with your eyes widened in the ultimate form of disbelief. Your head bows and your chin meets your chest. Apparently it wasn’t enough for your dad’s best friend to buy a fleshlight from you. He also had to find you getting off in public. 

“Joel, shit, I’m so sorry,” you start, planting the heels of your palms on your temples. Your legs feel weak, a death sentence with your sluggish, blistering heartbeat. Joel’s silence bears down on you, an inescapable weight, and you’re talking before you can stop yourself. “I– I’ve just been so pent up…” Cheeks burning from the inside out, you scrub your hands from your forehead to your chin.

“Shut up,” Joel says stiffly. A wince cleaves its way out of your body.

Another apology sits on your tongue. “I’m s-”

He cuts in, “Knock it off,” and that’s when your eyes drift lower. Below his belt buckle, but not much further. How could you look any lower when his cock is rock fucking hard in his jeans, fighting against the denim? You whimper, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together. “Jesus, are you in fuckin’ heat?” Joel snaps.

It doesn’t achieve the desired effect – you just let out another whimper, your arousal still clinging to your thighs. “Joel, please.”

Joel pinches his nose bridge. He shakes his head, dissolving into a muttered swear under his breath. “No, hun. Not gonna end up balls deep in my buddy’s little girl, even if you beg real pretty for me.”

“Why not,” you practically whine, pushing off of the shelf and walking closer to him. He only folds his arms over his broad chest as if to keep you away.

His voice is strained. “Baby–” Your heart flutters. “Can’t do that to your dad. You’re just houndin’ after a poundin’, ain’t ya?”

“I am,” you huff, brain clouded by the arousal that’s currently casting a shadow through all of your being. “Please, I haven’t come in days.”

Joel hisses at that like he’s in pain. He shakes his head again, much faster. There’s a line of remorse pressed between his brows, but it’s far overpowered by the pressure of his cock pulling his jeans taut. “Your little ‘massager’ quit on you, sweetheart?”

You bite your lip. Right on the money. “How’d you know?”

“Came in for… somethin’... the other day. Heard you fussin’ about it to your co-worker.” He shrugs.

You’re burning up, a match struck against the gritty concrete of Joel’s voice. It doesn’t matter that he’s a customer, doesn’t even matter that he’s buddies with your dad. You just want him to replace your aimlessly working fingers at night. You want release, and you want it with him. Begging won’t get you there with Joel, you’re realizing, even if all you want is to get on your knees and cry for his cock. You need to rile him up until he breaks. “Needed another pocket pussy to put your dick in?” you tease.

“Watch yourself,” Joel says. “You really that cock starved, darlin’, that you’d beg your daddy’s friend to stick it to ya?”

“You’re one to talk,” you smirk. “What is it you said? A bit dry lately, right?”

“I clearly got more self control than you, hun.”

You say, “Nah.” Your smirk widens, and you take another dangerous step towards him. “You’re hard as a rock, Joel Miller. Bet you were thinking about sticking it to me all along. That’s why you came back, huh? Get another glimpse of me for your spank ban-”

Joel seals the distance between you two, fist going to curl up around your jaw and squeezing. Your mouth pops open, a choked whimper dislodging from your lips. “You got batteries behind that register?” He asks, voice stern. His eyes are all pupil, plunged into black. You struggle to nod in his grasp. “Grab ‘em.”

He leaves you standing in front of the door, buzzing with nervous energy as he walks towards the vibrator section. Your stomach does what feels like ten cartwheels in a row. You lean over to the door, flipping the sign to closed and drawing the curtain shut before practically jogging to the batteries.

You grab the type your beloved wand takes, not even concerned with cashing him out before he’s in front of you again, slicing into the box with his truck keys. You slide the batteries over, and he’s peeling apart the plastic to expose your favorite pink wand, armed with six different settings that never fail to make you come. You only notice you’re rubbing your thighs together again when he gives you a sharp look while he’s popping the batteries into the proper compartment.

He pats the counter. “Up.” You hop up, maybe too eager, your eyes big and needy. Joel grabs you by the shoulder and leans you back, starting to work on the button of your jeans. “This is how this is gonna go,” he says, voice hardened with an order. “You want me to stop, say so. I’m gonna put this wand on your achy little clit, gonna make you feel better, because you ain’t slutty enough to be humpin’ a chair.” You nod so fast that you’re surprised your head doesn’t fall off. “Not gonna give you my cock, got it?”

“G-got it,” you get out shakily. He taps your hip, and you arch off of the counter so that he can yank your jeans and panties down, leaving you spread out and exposed.

 Joel spreads you with his pointer and middle finger. “Shoot, baby, you poor thing.” He runs a thumb through your seam, thumb coming up sticky with your wetness. “Drippin’ like a faucet.” He brings his thumb up to the corner of your lips, and you greedily take it into your mouth, tasting your musk off of his callouses.

“That’s it, suck it like a good slut,” he coaxes as you run your tongue along his skin. He pulls away with a pop and weighs the wand in his hand. Flicking one of the buttons with his freshly-sucked thumb, the toy whirrs to life and thrums in his large hand.

You squirm below him and his intense gaze, gripping the edge of the counter for any semblance of purchase you can get. Without warning, he places the toy down onto your clit. Your vision crackles black at the edges as you cry out. You writhe underneath him, hips helplessly bucking. Joel laughs, the bastard that he is, and rolls it along your sensitive nub. It moves freely with the help of your wetness, and even on the lowest setting, it’s more than you thought it would be.

It helps that Joel’s the one using it on you, knowing just went to add extra pressure and lift up, and it also helps that you’ve been untouched by even yourself for the majority of the last week. You push your palms down on the counter and desperately grind your hips against the wand’s head. Your head lolls back, the neon signs on the wall behind you shining on your sweat-slick skin. 

Joel flicks between two of the settings, a constant push and pull between low and a little higher, the sort of sensation that has your stomach stirring. “That feel good, hun? Better than rubbin’ this needy pussy on that stool, I bet.” You let out a pitchy sound of half-disagreement, half-pleasure in response, managing to push yourself up on shaking elbows to get a good look at him. He’s still hard, if not more than he’d already been, rolling the wand in easy motions against you. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Not a bad thing that you only think with your cunt. ‘S cute,” he coos at you. His words make you gush.

“M-more,” you rasp, hips stuttering. You crave more, more of him, even though he’s already denied you that much. There’s a supernova of need flaring inside of you, enough to crack your lips into a ragged moan. Your cunt tightens, squeezing out more of your arousal. You crave him inside of you, buried deep and rolling his hips into you. “Joel, I need – need your cock.”

He turns it up, notches it to a faster pace that engraves pleasure onto your swollen clit. “No you fuckin’ don’t. Quit your mealy mouthin’ and take what I give you. You were ‘bout to spray your whore cum all over that chair, this should be more than enough.” Joel punctuates his sentences with hard jabs of the wand against you, drawing pathetic moans from your chest.

“J-J-Joel! Fuck!”

“J-J-Joel,” he mocks above you, shaking his head. His dark hair flops around with the movements and his tongue sneaks out to lick his lips while he watches you quiver below. “Yeah, you’re in heat alright.” Joel’s hand goes to the hem of your shirt and yanks it up, and your trembling hands help him lower the cups of your bra so he can grab and knead your tits.

His thumb circles your nipple when he turns it up to the highest setting, the one that makes your clit go numb and your back arch. You hardly have time to choke out, “Cl-close!” before Joel rubs the wand just right.

As your orgasm soars through you, you can hear him saying Attagirl, give it to me, so pretty when you come through the veil of your hearing’s fuzziness. You whimper, still rolling your hips as your fingers clamp around his over your tit, and he rubs circles into your palm while you ride it out. “That’s it,” he says when you come down fully, starting to shiver away from the pressure of the vibrator. He lowers it until it stalls in his hand and sets it down on the packaging.

“Good?” he asks, reaching up to stroke your cheek.

“Good,” you nod with a tiny little sigh.

You manage to haul yourself up fully onto your elbows, thighs still trembling. When you look him up and down, you notice two things: there’s the tiny etching of guilt in his eyes, but his cock is definitely still hard. Joel breathes out your name when you reach for him, cupping his sizable bulge through his pants. He hisses. “Can’t be doin’ that, baby.”

“Why?” you ask, lips contorted into a pout. “Because you’re scared you’ll bend me over and fuck me?” You feel his cock twitch under your hand. His resolve is breaking, and you’re loving it. “Just the tip, Joel.”

He winces from your words, but he looks at you, right down to your still-dripping cunt where your release trickles down your inner thighs and your seam. When you spread yourself out for him like he had done and run your finger tip along your opening, that seems to be the last straw. Joel curses under his breath and g0es to make quick work of undoing his belt with one hand, his other still holding yours. “Ju– just the tip,” he reiterates, voice stony. 

Joel pulls himself free, groaning when his cock springs up. A noise of surprise catches in your throat when you see him in full. He’s even bigger than he looked in his jeans – which you had no idea was possible. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Just gonna give you the tip, remember?”

“Yeah,” you exhale on a shaky breath.

Despite his insistence, he still reaches out for the condom display next to you, already popping a box open. You grab his wrist urgently, shaking your head. “Don’t need one. Want – want you like this.”

“We shouldn’t,” he says, still holding the box. “I mean, hun, this joint is literally called Condom Sense. Oughta have some, shouldn’t we?”

“Don’t care.” You gather some of your cum on your fingertips, wrapping them around his head so you can brush over his slit. His hips jump, a dead giveaway to what his answer will be.

He grunts, tossing the box somewhere off to the side. “You protected? Clean?” You nod, victorious. “Alright,” Joel sighs. Apparently coming all over his fleshlight isn’t enough, because Joel bends over the counter and dips his head to press his lips against your clit, kissing before he sucks gently on it. You yelp, but quickly feel that heat returning and sparking in your core. He licks at your entrance, swirling his tongue around. “Taste fuckin’ delicious, baby.” You have a feeling he isn’t prepping you for the tip anymore, even more so when he pulls back to feed your cunt two of his fingers.

You whine, desperately rolling your hips down against his thick fingers, fucking yourself down on him as he opens you up properly. He curls his fingers, rubbing that spongy spot inside of you. Your stomach twitches. “That it?”

“Mhm,” you whine, and he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you, always sure to brush your g-spot. The heel of his palm slaps against your clit and you whine, looking at where his fingers fuck into you. It’s an obscene view, his knuckles drenched in your juices while you clench down around him.

“Good girl,” he sighs when he finally pulls his fingers from you. He gets a good grip on his cock, rubbing the head through your slippery, sensitive folds. He coats it in your arousal before notching it at your opening. When he pushes in, he stays true to his word so far, but the tip is enough to make the room spin all over again. You squeeze down on him and he groans a rough, “Fuck. So goddamn tight.”

His words make you clench again, and his head tips to meet your shoulder blade, body poised at an awkward angle while he fights to stay at least partially outside of you. “Didn’t expect you to feel this fuckin’ good, sweetheart. So fuckin’... good.” He gives you shallow thrusts with the tip, just barely enough to slip in and out of you. His teeth sink into your shoulder as if trying to keep himself quiet, trying to steel himself into remembering who he’s on top of and who he just made come. 

“Joel,” you whine, carding a hand through his hair and tugging lightly until he brings his eyes on you. “Fuck me.”

For once that night, it’s enough. With his eyes on you, he eases into you, groaning with every inch he gives you until he’s bottomed out in your cunt. With all of Joel’s prepping, there’s no pain, only the fullness of what it’s like to throb around him, to leak down his cock. Your fist tightens in his hair when he pulls out of you only to slam back into you. You look down where his body almost covers yours, and through your silhouettes, you can see the stretch of your arousal sticking to his happy trail, stretching between your skin. The room does spin, now, a blur of pink and pleasure.

Joel says, nipping at your ear, “This what you wanted? Wanted me to stretch you out, make you take my cock like the whore you are?” He rolls his hips into yours and effortlessly finds your g-spot like before. Your legs scramble for purchase, wrapping around his waist and pulling him flush against you. His happy trail, spattered with your arousal, rubs against your clit. You grind your hips down, dig your nails into his biceps, desperate to meet his thrusts. When you don’t respond, he pinches your nipple, and your legs wind even tighter around him in surprise.

“Yes! Wanted it – wanted it when you first walked in, fuck,” you whine.

Joel smirks into the place between your shoulder and neck, kissing up the expanse of your skin. “Horny little girl. Bet you went home so excited to put that wand on your pretty clit, only to find out it quit on ya.” You can only moan, boneless and foggy underneath him as he rocks his hips into you. “Fucked my fleshlight thinkin’ of you, but I bet you already knew that, didn’t you? Wanted to bounce you on my cock so bad. Fuckin’ choking me like I knew you would.”

“Fuck me like you fucked it, then,” you say in a rush, your whimpers still poking through your sentences. “H-hard, Joel, want it rough.”

Joel grunts, twitching inside of you from your request. “Shit, can’t say no to ya. Gotta have… gotta have a goddamn death wish or somethin’, baby.” With that, he finds a punishing, ravenous pace, the filthy noises of his body slapping against yours filling the store from wall to wall. He grins. “But you like it, dirty girl. Can feel ya gettin’ close. C’mon, gimme another, baby.”

You come with a cry, soaking his cock, eyes watering from relief while you grip him. Warmth seeps into your bones and turns your brain to mush, electric from dopamine. You go limp on the ledge while he continues fucking into you, voice filling your ears, “That’s it, that’s my girl, fuuuuck, way better than that fleshlight. Shoulda bent you over the counter and fucked you that first night.” You moan at the thought, pussy still clenching his cock. 

You’re too busy coming to notice him reaching to the side, retrieving the long-forgotten wand. You could scream when he touches it to your clit again on the medium setting, and then your thighs are shaking around him even stronger and you’re coming for the third time that night, launched from one orgasm straight into another with Joel hovering over you, still fucking into you. “Fuck, again?” he asks, voice layered with disbelief. “Such a messy pussy, baby. Drippin’ down my thighs. Gonna make it even messier, pump you full ‘a my cum, sweet girl.”

Your vision whites, palms slapping on the counter before he wraps his hand back in yours like before to ground you. You squeeze his hand and moan in response. He turns the vibrator back to low and keeps rolling his hips into you. “Close, baby, gonna shoot this load up your pretty pussy.” Joel’s forehead drops to the counter, still mouthing at your neck when you feel him jerk inside of you. You feel the warmth of his cum spill into you while you still flutter around him, his debauched moans filling your ear as he empties himself into your cunt.

Both of you are breathing heavily by the time he pulls away from you, you laying down on the counter and staring at the ceiling tiles. They’re unfocused and blurry in your post-orgasmic bliss. You blink yourself back to reality, giving him a look with your hooded, tired eyes. His chest rises and falls, mouth and softening cock smeared with your cum. He’s looking at you with the same eyes you’re giving him, something crossed between incredulity and shamelessness.

Joel fishes around in his back pocket before finding a red flannel handkerchief, which he’s careful to dab at your inner legs. You’re both silent until he separates from you with a peck to your forehead. “Did good for me. You’re, uh… really somethin’, sweetheart.”

You grin at him. “That mean this is gonna happen again?” You ask as he tucks himself away and buckles his belt. You stuff your tits back in your bra, pulling down your shirt and securing your pants and shoes from where they’d long fallen into piles on the floor.

“Don’t jump the gun, baby.” He rubs the back of his neck and licks his lips. “But I ain’t rulin’ it out.”

A cocky smirk tugs at your lips, and you hop fully off of the counter, tugging your jeans up your waist. Joel taps the vibrator box when you’re all done. “Cash me out?” he asks, stuffing the handkerchief back in his pocket and grabbing his wallet instead.

You nod, scanning the damaged vibrator box and batteries and reading off his total. You bag up the soaked vibrator, the on-the-house toy cleaner, and the rest of the batteries he’d bought. “Here you go,” you say, holding it out for him.

“Nah, hun. That’s for you. What use am I gonna get out of a vibrator unless it’s makin’ you come?” He pats the back of your hand and slides the bag across to you again.

You stare at him, fighting not to let your jaw loosen. “Joel… that’s a lot of money.”

“And you deserve to come as much as you want, got it, pretty girl?” He smiles at you with a shrug as if he hadn’t just wrung three out of you within an hour. “Besides, you have my number. You know who to ask if you ever need someone to talk you through it.”

You choke, nodding dumbly at his proposition. So definitely not ruled out.

“Thank you,” you say, bringing yourself to match his smile.

He gives your hand a squeeze and says, “See you later, sweetheart,” before heading out.

And sure, this entire thing is a tornado that could toss up your life like a trailer park, but for Joel? You’d let it happen.