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joelswritingmistress · 2 months

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You Scare Me Professor (Chapter 57 - The Final Chapter)

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Healing. There would be an infinite amount of healing to do; though over the next six months there were little victories that aided in the process. Will plead guilty. It was an act that everyone was shocked about and ultimately it spared Carol a lot of extra heartache that she didn’t deserve. The evidence was already stacked against him, but now that Will admitted guilt, Carol would not have to sit on a stand as a defense lawyer grilled her and tried to twist her trauma around. For that, everyone was thankful.

Upon a leave of absence for the remainder of the school year, Carol returned to her job in September. In turn, she received a standing ovation from the student body and gained the full support of the staff there. Again, another part of the healing process. I knew Carol was hurting, but she persevered and thrived in her profession. She was going to make it because that’s what women like Carol did. They rose above. They made it.

“She even started coaching volleyball,” Joel informed me. “She was all-state in her younger days.”

Joel. My Joel. I had no issue calling him that all the time now. I tried to prove him wrong every day, and after a little bit of time and a lot of convincing I think it’s clear to him now that I will forever keep his secrets.

He went into a temporary retirement, and I changed my mind and pursued the rest of my Master’s Degree online. Without having to twist my arm too much, Joel convinced me to travel a bit to get away from New York State for a short while. It was therapeutic, to say the least.

I allowed him to take me to Nashville near the end of the summer, and then over to the Grand Canyon. We spent two weeks exploring California, extending our stays from a little ranch near the Joshua Tree, up to San Diego where I unsuccessfully tried surfing and concluding in wine country as autumn really set in. We hiked Washington State, made our way to Yellowstone Park, spent a few romantic nights on Lake Michigan before making it back to the East Coast in time for Halloween, where we crashed the small city of Salem, Massachusetts. It was the perfect ending, really.

Joel found us some cheap masks, and we blended in with the crowds that literally paraded every downtown street in the area. It was welcomed chaos and we spent the day taking pictures with spooky characters, sharing laughs, having some drinks and waiting in lines to slink into shops littered with folklore and magic.

When a light rain began near nightfall, Joel towed me away to a rooftop bar at the top of our hotel where he’d made a reservation earlier in the day. A gentle pitter-patter on the roof of the outdoor patio where we sat was relaxing. It was soothing music to our ears after a day of crowds.

From where we towered above the world, we could see two lighthouses in the distance over the blackened water. Below, people still gathered by the masses for whatever attraction, bar or restaurant they were seeking - if anyone.

“Here are your drinks.” A waitress came back to our two-person, high-top table with a pair of martinis and I sighed as she walked away.

“Ready to go home?” Joel asked, smirked as he placed a hand gently on top of mine.

My fingers squeezed around his and I nodded. “This has been a wild ride.”

“Happy Halloween.”

I grinned again and raised my glass. “Happy Halloween.” Our glasses tapped together and Joel leaned two-thirds of the way across to peck my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed me another time and then settled back in his chair. At the same time, we took sips from our drinks and I felt my body relax.

“This has been great,” I told him, unable to think of another adjective. “It really revived me.” I gave a nod and looked him in the eye. “How do you feel?”

“A lot better.” He grinned and added, “Thank you for sticking by me. You had every right to run in the opposite direction. You still do.”

“Dr. Miller,” I said sternly, making him chuckle. “I’m going to need you to stop trying to convince me to leave you. Unless you’re secretly trying to get rid of me.” I sipped on my cocktail and kept my eyes on his.

Joel leaned forward, never breaking eye contact. “I would never want that.”

“Then stop saying things like that,” I ordered lightheartedly, leaning back toward him just a little bit.

“Okay,” he agreed, “I’ll work on it.”

“Thank you.” When he lingered, I leaned forward and left a long, closed-mouth kiss on his lips. When I pulled back he was grinning and I chuckled.

“I’m thinking the exact opposite of that, actually.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I want you to be with me forever.”

I felt a blush form on my cheeks and I couldn’t help but smile wider. When Joel leaned back, reaching a hand into the pocket of his khaki pants, I felt like my body went numb. And then he pulled out a small, black box and pushed it across the table. I was frozen. My eyes were glued to the box and if it was anything other than what I thought it was, I knew it would be like a kid opening an empty box on Christmas.

“What’s this?” My words barely made it out past my lips.

Joel’s eyes remained on mine as he opened the box. My eyes dropped, staring at the silver ring in the center of it. A Diamond sparkled even in the dim lighting.

“Marry me,” he said quietly, linking his hands to mine on either side of the ring.

“Marry me.” I repeated the words to myself to make sure I heard them right. “Marry me.”

“Marry me,” Joel said again.

My gaze found his again and finally the tears that welded up in my eyes were tears of joy. “Okay.” I laughed and cried at the same time, “I’ll marry you.”

“Yeah?” He kept his voice quiet as mine grew louder, drawing a few glances from other patrons in our direction.

“Yeah.” I giggled and put my face in my hands as I continued to cry at the same time. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Joel!” I popped my face up. “Yes! Yes!” People were staring at us now and Joel looked around the immediate area, giving a wave and a smile before returning his attention to me. He reached for the ring in the small, black box and slid the ring on my finger.

I jumped up from my seat and I couldn’t help it. I rushed around the table and threw my arms around him, pulling him in to kiss him hard.

“I thought Halloween was a fitting night for us to get engaged,” Joel admitted, holding me close as he spoke in my ear. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“It’s perfect.” I whispered back, holding him close as my fingers gripped the hair on the back of his head. “I love you.”

“Did you two just get engaged?” A female voice shouted from a few tables away.

We both pulled back, still holding onto one another and I responded by showing off my ring. “Yes.”

The costume-clad crowd in the immediate area all began to clap and I couldn’t contain my wide, beaming smile and the tears that continued to fall. When a waitress got wind of it, she brought us over a bottle of complimentary champagne.

“I know it hasn’t even been a year since we’ve known each other,” Joel said, “But life is too short to wait. You changed my life, (Y/N). I’ve never loved or trusted someone more than you. I don’t want to ever risk letting that go.”

“I know how you feel.” We shared another kiss and then took our glasses toward the edge of the balcony that overlooked Salem. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

A breeze passed through and made me shudder, causing Joel to pull me close.

“Any regrets?” He asked.

I smiled up at him. “None, whatsoever.”

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crowcaws · 2 months

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Inspired by a twitter thread i saw, I, Australian and certified dumb of ass, will now list every main American state and what I associate it with/what I think it's about/famous for WITHOUT GOOGLING. These thoughts will be stated as fact regardless of whether or not they are true.

Alabama - Banjos. Reese Witherspoon lives here. Shares a border with Florida for some reason. Fifteen people live here. I'm glad i'm not allowed to google because i feel like i'd find things i don't want to know.

Alaska - Mountains. Balto. State flower is a tree of some kind. The roads are just the tyre tracks in the snow of the vehicles that came before whispering "trust me". Kodiak is here, where Pitbull famously said 'keep fucking around, we'll be on the moon next.' I think this is where Mulder and Scully got fucked up by a brain worm.

Arizona - Desert but not the Las Vegas kind. The granyon canyon. State flower is a cactus. State bird also a cactus. Bella Swan got fucked up in a dance studio here. It seems very scenic.

Arkansas - The name of this state makes me think of rusty old utes and that's it, that's all I've got. "Pickup trucks" or whatever. Grow up.

California - The great Lucille Bluth once said, "I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona" but personally I think i'm with Michael on this one. California has Hollywood and an ok tourist beach. Green Day are from here. San Francisco seems cool though, I like how it looks like a city designed specifically to kill skateboarders and cyclists. State flower is a grand theft auto PS2 disc. Population: more than Australia.

Colorado - Mountains. Elks and Deer and Eagles and Giraffes on ski slopes. Much domestic tourism, have never once heard of anyone from outside the US specifically visiting Colorado though idk. Verdict: America's New Zealand.

Connecticut - The dry weetbix of states. I think of monopoly but I can't remember why. State flower is a dandelion that has been stepped on. Biggest export is men's office attire, specifically brown two piece suits and those short sleeve button ups. I only found out today that there's a C in the middle of Connecticut I always thought it was 'Conneticut'.

Delaware - Delawhere the fuck is this state I have no idea. Probably still cooler than Connecticut. Famous for combination fast food chains and buildings that clearly used to be a pizza hut (you can tell by the roof). Idrk what Cracker Barrel is but I can tell you the employees spawn here.

Florida - Biscayne bay. Manatees. Shaped like a sock, or something else. Famous for hotels, motels, and holiday inns. Would be a fun state if not for the fact that every politician in charge of it is fucking it up so so bad. One of the few places in the USA where you can see the Southern Cross constellation. Miami Dale forever RIP Logan Horseman.

Georgia - peaches. atlantis. brisket. no other thoughts detected, moving on

Hawaii - Famous for killing James cunt Cook which is honestly a deserved and certified W for Hawaiians. Plagued (and I do mean plagued) by tourists, including Australian Prime Ministers ignoring national emergencies.

Idaho - Sleepy. Things don't happen here but when they do they happen so much because nothing happens here. National flower is probably like a daisy or something so so normal.

Illinois - Chicago bean. It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses. WatchDogs the game. Famous for girlbosses who kill their husbands. Population 11 millions.

Indiana - Rainy probably. Honestly I only remember this state exists because of Stranger Things, which I understand this is like someone saying they only remember Australia exists because of Crocodile Dundee but look. Population: At least 10.

Iowa - This is such a place to be from if you're moving to the big city because all the other waitresses at the diner back home said you got a voice worth payin for and you finally stopped letting your papa tell you what to do. Famous for crop duster planes. State flower is long grass.

Kansas - Famous for scarecrows, wheat and the like. Probably fun at Halloween actually. Great place to fake an alien sighting. I just remembered Dorothy is from here. Population: Yes.

Kentucky - Fried chicken. NASCAR. Speedway. Derby. State flower is a blown out tyre on the side of the road.

Louisiana - Very wet but in a pretty way. Birthplace of the Saxophone. New Orleans is officially the strongest reason I would ever be tempted to set foot in this country. New York wishes she was this beautiful. Famous for the Vampire Diaries spinoff The Originals.

Maine - Next to Kentucky. Lobsters are from here which means there's water, but don't ask me where. Famous for The Vampire Diaries. State flower is a rose, beautiful but generic, like a YA protagonist.

Maryland - Rural but in a manageable way. I think of letterboxes with the family last name on it. Grandmas love it here. Hairspray the musical.

Massachusetts - Ohhhh Legally Blonde. Boston. Harvarb Law. The colour brown. When pronounced it's a very nice name for a state actually.

Michigan - I reference 'can't have shit in Detroit' almost daily but I know almost nothing else about Michigan.

Minnesota - Mini Soda. Also a good state name. No idea what's here, deer or elk or beavers. There's no way to know for sure.

Mississippi - I like this state name less but only because it's hell on the lisp i battle to mask. It's named after a river. It's on the coast. Next to Pennsylvania.

Missouri - A lot of M states happening here. This place is famous for nothing. I don't know what the capital city is but it's definitely a place you move to for your job instead of like. On purpose. Population: 3 million. It's in the middle somewhere.

Montana - This state's main export is horse girls, very Saddle Club coded. It's on the Canadian border, but it shouldn't be like that. It should be in the middle. Hannah Montana's dad was all Nashville but he's basically from Toronto. Fucked up if you ask me.

Nebraska - When I think of Nebraska I think of those depressing Walmart carparks where there's nothing for miles except for the Walmart and one lady pushing a flatscreen in a trolley to the dodge ram she parked 600m away from the entrance so it won't get dinged by other car doors, because god forbid her utility vehicle show signs of wear.

Nevada - viva rock vegas (the flintstones). There's a salt lake here but NOT a salt lake city. That's somewhere else. I think there's motorsport here. NO WAIT THERE IS because i saw charles leclerc on the sphere on tv and he was so wide and i laughed so hard i choked on my own spit.

New Hampshire - What the fuck is New Hampshire that's not real. I thought it was like some beach suburb in New York state. What the fuck. Regardless. I bet you could pull up to the side of the road in New Hapshite and buy an avocado no questions asked. Probably like the USA's Byron Bay.

New Jersey - Everyone from here says it's bad. It makes me think of t shirts with a longer sleeve t shirt underneath and 2000s pop punk music. Gerard Way.

New Mexico - High School Musical is set in Albuquerque. High School Musical is also the only reason I can pronounce Albuquerque. This state is famous for High School Musical.

New York - She's talking over the rest of you and for what? Wall Street? Ugh. Kinda like the Melbourne of the USA.

North Carolina - I feel like cowbutch lesbians do numbers here for some reason. You could disappear into the hills with a woman in a tank top and assless chaps here if you were brave enough. Men do live here but they're treated like a new cast member on the fifth season of a sitcom, this one's for the girls.

North Dakota - Dakota is Carolina's femme girlfriend and they're in love.

Ohio - This is like that town in Cars that lightning mcqueen gets stuck in and the tourist cars are like oh we're only here because of a wrong turn. Yeah. You might find fireflies here though. Also Ohio is for Lovers or something.

Oklahoma - Swear word for Christians. Absolutely nothing happens here and if it does i feel like it involves chasing livestock.

Oregon - Prairies. This is where the Prairies are. Famous for the people who died while trying to be Not In Oregon.

Pennsylvania - Famous for The Office. And Dracula jokes. That's all i've got.

Rhode Island - Famous for winning Miss United States with the flaming batons routine in Miss Congeniality starring Sandra Bullock. Very small state. Possibly the smallest one but who's to say.

South Carolina - If north is for the lesbians, south is for the gays.

South Dakota - As above.

Tennessee - Country music and whiskey and line dancing, which is actually kinda hot when goth girls do it. Overall, Tennessee is the USA's answer to Gympie, which is a question that nobody asked. Overall i just think of the colour brown. Famous for Hayden Penterre. Penetentiary. Pendulum.

Texas - A South Australian would say Texas is famous for it's adorably small cattle farms. Lucky for me, i am not South Australian. This is the state that other states call redneck and racist to hide the fact that they are also redneck and racist, perhaps more so. Contains two of the main cities to name boys after. Dave Strider lives here. (Sorry for the Homestuck jump scare so late in the game.)

Utah - Salt Lake City. That bass pro shop monolith was here. In general i think of the colour orange. Home of the Hellmouth Sunbeams.

Vermont - Vermont is a state in the same way the spleen is an organ. Population: Zero.

Virginia - Is this not the same thing as Vermont?

Washington - Famous for Bella where the hell you been loca. Twin Peaks is probably set here idk i forgot all parts of the show that were not log lady. White House. Effervescent.

West Virginia - From the lyrics "Mountain mama. Take me home. Country road" we can determine that West Virginia has Mountains, Milfs, Homes, and Roads. I know nothing else about West Virginia.

Wisconsin - Wiscaaaansin. Whis-cahn-sin. There are definitely elks here. That 70's Show is set somewhere beneath the surface of this place. Population: grandparents and elk. I feel like you could get fucked up by a creature here if you're not careful. It's got trees and lakes and shit creatures love those. I think Yellowstone is somewhere around here.

Wyoming - Great lakes? Great lakes. This state is actually all lake. Idk. I like the name though, the verbiage of it all. Wyoming my way downtown. State flower is an empty wrapper blowing by down the street. Population: 800,000. Definitely a place you could go missing and never be seen again.

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thespiderlingandthetinman · 1 year

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👀👀 just read your answer to my question and I'm excited to send a prompt 😌 StarkerFestivals is having a starkercest Winter Bingo so I randomly picked one and got Somnophilia. So somnophilia and starkercest 😈

WAAAH I’m sorry this took so long!! But THANK YOU for this prompt I loved writing every moment 😩❤️‍🔥

Warning: Dubious consent -> full consent, daddy kink, incest

Word Count: 4,328

It’s no secret how much Tony loves his boy, his only son from a once successful marriage. Peter was his pride and joy, especially after he’d won full custody over him years prior. Peter was 18 now and Tony had realized a few things as he’d watched his son grow. Tony supposed it was a mixture of being single and practically celibate for so long, having been focused solely on caring for Peter and giving him the best life he could. Spending so much of his time with his son had turned his innocent, fatherly love into something of a monster, something like infatuation and lust when he looked at his beautiful pale skin and dark brown eyes. Tony had had the pleasure of watching Peter grow into himself, watching as his voice dropped and his muscles grew in, as the goofy preteen turned into a mature young adult.

Tony had never intended to let those feelings be known, not to anyone, especially not Peter. He also never intended to act upon those feelings. That’s why he found himself in a precarious position, pressed up against his son’s backside in a hotel bed. They were halfway through a road trip to the Grand Canyon, resting for the night before they spent the whole day driving and sightseeing. Tony had internally cursed the front desk lady when she informed them that the only room available had just one bed. It’s not like he didn’t trust himself to sleep next to Peter, but the separation sure helped.

Tony had been fine up until their actual bedtime. He’d put himself a respectable distance from Peter and closed his eyes tight, hoping if he fell asleep fast enough he could forego the fantasies that usually plagued him before bed. He was wrong, dead wrong, because Peter seemed to have some ideas of his own, completely oblivious to the way his own father desired him. Tony hadn’t realized how weak he was. He couldn’t believe all it took was sharing a bed to get him to throw all of his morals out the window.

Peter was blissfully unaware of Tony’s feelings, full of genuine love for his dad. He loved how close they were and loved how spoiled Tony kept him. It wasn’t surprising when the younger boy scooted his butt back against his dad, wanting to feel his warmth behind him on such a cold night. “So cold in here,” he muttered, already sleepy as he pulled the sheets up to his chin. To Peter, this kind of affection was normal, never did he think the simple act of love meant something completely different for his dad.

Tony’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip to prevent any noises from escaping him. Peter had no idea what he was doing to him. Tony wanted to be a good man, ached to be better than he was, but even he was human. He couldn’t help the wonderful, tingly feeling he felt as Peter settled near, ass pressed to his groin. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” Tony said in return, barely stopping himself from snaking an arm around his son’s waist, keeping him even closer. God, Tony felt like such a creep, but he was in heaven, nose pressed into Peter’s hair and bodies meeting warmly. Tony splayed his hand out over Peter’s stomach on top of his shirt, offering even more warmth. His skin flushed when he felt Peter put his hand on top of his, much smaller compared to his. Tony briefly wondered if Peter knew, if he was egging him on purposely. Tony knew that was a ridiculous thought, but it made him feel a little better, the small chance. His nerves were calmed by the sounds of Peter’s deep, even breathing, a sign that he was slowly falling asleep. It was only when he heard the softest snore come from Peter that he relaxed a bit, pressing him tighter against him, already feeling his cock swell against Peter’s ass.

“Pete,” he whispered, testing the waters. Peter didn’t respond. Tony was trying to stall himself from going any further, reminding himself that Peter didn’t want him in the same way, that touching his son while he slept would be one the worse, more illegal, morally dubious things he’s done. Peter’s silence beckoned, though. Tony had no other excuse to be this close to Peter usually, now was his chance to get a taste of his little boy. Tony made sure to go slow as he pressed on, the hand on Peter’s stomach finding the hem of his shirt, gently pushing underneath it so he could feel his bare skin. He made sure to stay there for a while, drawing invisible patterns on his tummy, hyping himself up for his next move. Tony had never been so close to him before, had never gotten to touch such an intimate part of him— it was driving the older man mad. Tony assured himself he’d gone mad long ago, when he first started imagining Peter underneath him. Tony’s mind was running wild with what he could do, how far he could touch before Peter woke up. His fingertips were centimeters from the waistband of Peter’s sweats, he could easily slide his hand down and touch him where he wanted him the most.

It took an embarrassingly small amount of time to decide that that was exactly what he would be doing. Whatever repercussion waited for him after this would be worth it. Tony pressed soft kisses to Peter’s shoulder, soothing the sleeping boy as he finally took the leap, finally pushed his fingers past his sweats and his boxers. Peter still hadn’t stirred, though his breaths did change, which prompted Tony to stop, just inches from Peter’s cock. A minute passed and Peter didn’t move, so Tony proceeded. His fingers wrapped around his cock gingerly, just feeling the weight of it for a moment, closing his eyes momentarily so he could savor the feeling. Tony stroked at an agonizingly slow pace, knowing he needed to do his best to keep Peter asleep.

Peter let out a soft noise in his sleep, something between a hum and a mewl. Tony trailed a few more kisses up his neck, feeling how warm Peter got against him. Peter was almost fully hard in his hand, the older man letting go briefly so he could push his pants down a little lower, slipping it out from its confines. Tony’s fingers trailed up the length to spread the sticky precome that formed at the tip, eliciting another noise from Peter. Tony couldn’t hide his arousal anymore as he pressed his hips forward, grinding against Peter in tandem with his strokes.

It was the feeling of Tony grinding into him that ended waking Peter up, the situation taking a few seconds to settle in his brain. Peter was still groggy as he started to register the fact that someone was touching him. He almost closed his eyes and let the feeling continue, nearly chalking it up to some vivid dream, though it only took him a moment to realize how real it felt, and another second to realize that the only person who could’ve been doing this was his dad. His dad, Peter realized, was currently jacking him off. Peter’s eyes widened and he gasped, trying to pull away and being forced back into his position with an even stronger grip. “D-Dad?” He questioned. “What are you-“ Peter tried to speak, it coming out quite shaky, stopped by the feeling of his dad’s hand going faster. “Stop,” he begged softly, throwing his head back against Tony’s shoulder and moaning again. The horrible thing was, that it felt good. He’d never been touched by someone with such big, calloused hands, never by someone who knew what they were doing. “Dad,” he moaned again, nails digging bluntly into Tony’s arm and trying to push him off.

Tony should’ve stopped at the first signs that Peter was waking up. He should’ve never let himself get this far. Something about the begging did something to him, made him burn with his need. He wouldn’t be stopping until he got what he wanted. “Keep begging,” Tony whispered, breath fanning over his ear.

Peter’s jaw was dropped wide in a silent moan, breathing harshly as Tony went faster. He couldn’t explain the pleasure and the lack of disgust he felt. It was a terrifying and conflicting feeling. It was hard to concentrate on anything but the fist around his cock, especially when he was still coming out of his sleep and struggling to understand what was happening. “Please, please,” he babbled, unintentionally bucking his hips forward to chase the pleasure. He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore, didn’t know whether he wanted his dad a million miles away from him or if he wanted him to keep going, to let his own father give him an orgasm. The thought did make Peter’s stomach turn, but the way his dad was making him feel was undeniable.

“Daddy’s hands feel good, don’t they?” Tony asked softly, feeling Peter shiver against him, the younger boy struggling less and less in his grip.

Peter didn’t say anything, flushing deeply and stopping himself from moving so much, so close to coming all over himself. Instead, Peter nodded his head, silently surrendering to his father’s tirade on his body. It was pointless to fight, Peter realized. He couldn’t break away from Tony’s strong grip on him. Peter wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop, anyway. “Gonna make me come,” he said pitifully.

Tony would’ve kept going, but he had so much more planned for his boy, didn’t want to spoil all the fun just yet. He slowed down his hand and fully let go of him, pulling away so he could climb on top of Peter. “Not yet,” Tony murmured, hands gripping Peter’s sweats and boxers and pulling them down all the way, happy that he was letting him do as he pleased. “I’m not your first, am I?” He asked curiously, leaving Peter in his oversized shirt, Tony’s shirt, borrowed from him because he wanted to be cozy. Tony left it on for a reason, just to be able to fantasize about how cute Peter looked in it.

Tears had sprung to Peter’s eyes when Tony let go, so overwhelmed and disappointed that he didn’t get to finish yet. He was sure he looked pathetic as he stared up at his dad, not putting up more of a fight against him. The question made his eyes water a little more. Was he really going to let his father do this? Peter knew his answer already. He was too curious, in too deep with his acceptance of the situation. “N-No,” Peter mumbled. His eyes widened as he watched his dad take his own shirt off and pull down his sweats, revealing his girthy length and muscular torso. “Dad, I don’t- Uh, I don’t know about this,” Peter pleaded, closing his knees a bit, trying to get Tony to ease off. He couldn’t be serious, that thing would break him in half. Peter had never had something so big inside of him.

“What, are you scared?” Tony teased and reached down to stroke himself, already hard and standing at attention, even more turned on by the mixture of fear and curiosity on Peter’s face. “You know I’d never hurt you, Pete. I love you so much,” Tony insisted, using his free hand to gently pry Peter’s legs apart again, scooting up to occupy the space between them.

Peter was speechless, eyes glued to Tony’s hand as he stroked himself, scared at how his dad sounded, so sure of himself. “I know, but…” Peter trailed off, caught off guard when his dad leaned in to kiss him, cutting him off.

Tony pressed their mouths together hotly, obsessed with how pliant Peter had become in just a few minutes. He could feel the way Peter relaxed against him, feeling the younger boy’s hands grabbing his shoulders for leverage. “Who taught you how to kiss like that?” he purred, diving back into another kiss, this time pushing his tongue into Peter’s mouth, languidly gliding against his.

Peter’s cock twitched as he was kissed, mewling against Tony’s mouth. His dad tasted like toothpaste, the one they’d both used right before bed. “Dad,” he whimpered, feeling Tony’s stubbly face rubbing against him as he kissed his neck. “Daddy,” Peter sighed. It felt strange to call him that, something he hadn’t called his dad since he was quite young, but it slipped out before he could help himself.

Tony felt something close to euphoria when Peter called him ‘daddy’, the older man smiling wide. He pulled away slightly, just to stare at the pretty boy beneath him. “Good boy, you learn fast,” He praised, reaching up to nudge his pointer and middle finger against Peter’s lips. Tony had never felt more in love as he watched Peter obediently open his mouth and suck on his fingers, knowing exactly what he wanted without him even asking. “You’re perfect, you know that?” Tony purred.

Peter flushed at the praise, his tongue swirling around his dad’s fingers. It was starting to get to him, the way his dad was talking. It made his heart swell, in a weird way, to witness how much his dad wanted him. He’d never considered doing something like this with Tony, but his dad was making it easy to give in. Peter pulled off of his fingers and tried to catch his breath, preparing himself mentally as Tony’s hand disappeared between them, finding his entrance and rubbing the spit around the tight ring of muscle, making Peter jolt in surprise. It wasn’t his first time, but it was his first time with someone like Tony. His dad was rugged and handsome, knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it, too smart for his own good. He found comfort in the fact, knowing that he’d be well taken care of, even if this was sprung on him. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” Peter said shakily, eyebrows furrowing as he felt Tony press a finger into him, trying to relax.

Tony looked up at Peter and leaned down to kiss his cheek, curling his finger as it slid into him, pushing it in and out of him. “You don’t think so?” Tony asked with a smirk, already working on getting his second finger inside of him. “Daddy will make it fit, then.”

The promise sent a shiver down Peter’s spine, just imagining how it would feel to get filled up by him. He would never admit to him that it turned him on, hearing that kind of talk. Peter let out a soft moan as his dad scissored his fingers in and out of him, the younger boy relaxing against the bed sheets as he got used to the feeling. “Did you take me on this trip just to do this?” Peter asked suddenly, eyes closing as he felt Tony push in a third finger. “You could’ve just-“ Peter paused when he felt his dad press against his sweet spot, angling his hips to try and recreate the feeling. “Could’ve just asked me,” he insisted.

“No, it wasn’t a part of the plan,” Tony admitted. He knew he’d tapped into something wonderful when Peter chased his hand with his hips, the older man curling his fingers again and pressing up into that bundle of nerves. “You wouldn’t have said yes,” Tony refuted, raising a brow and increasing his pace just slightly, glancing down to see how much precome Peter was leaking, ruining his favorite band shirt. “Had to show you, or you’d never agree.”

Peter couldn’t concentrate on what his dad was saying, being brought so close to an orgasm yet again. “Not many people are into the idea of fucking their dads,” he whined, looking up at Tony pleadingly, hoping he’d let him come this time.

“But you are now, right?” Tony asked with a soft chuckle, kissing Peter again, his heart racing as Peter kissed back. Tony made sure to slow his pace before pulling his fingers out, spitting in his hand to lube himself up. “And it’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” Tony promised.

Peter pulled away from the kiss feeling a renewed sense of clarity, knowing in his heart of hearts that his dad was right. Of course, he would’ve never agreed to this, but he saw the light now. He could see how much his dad truly cared, how much he wanted to love him, all of him. “Be gentle, daddy,” Peter muttered softly, biting his lip harshly as Tony rubbed the tip against his entrance. Peter felt like he was short-circuiting as Tony pushed into him. The stretch felt impossible, and the pace was even slower. “Fuck, dad,” he huffed, arching up into him as he tried to accommodate him.

Tony had a hand on Peter’s hip to keep him steady, while the other guided his cock, doing quite a good job at keeping his cool for how turned on he was. This was the stuff of dreams, he’d never thought he’d get to have Peter like this. “Language,” Tony scolded playfully, getting himself about halfway in before he paused to give Peter time to adjust. “You feel so good, Peter, so tight for me,” he sighed, the hand on his hip moving up under his son’s shirt so he could feel the soft, sculpted muscles.

Peter tried hard to regulate his breathing, one hand gripping the sheets tightly and the other wrapped around Tony’s wrist, the one that was touching him all over, digging his nails into him so he wouldn’t go so fast. Peter finally mustered up the courage to look up at his dad’s face, looking at him with such an intensity that Peter almost had to break eye contact, but he persevered, bringing his hand up to cup his dad’s stubbly cheek. He pulled him down for another deep kiss and only pulled away to say, “Fuck me,” defying Tony’s earlier insistence about his language.

Tony knew, after hearing Peter talk to him like that, he would never be satisfied. How could he be? Peter was his everything, he’d never get enough. It was just too good. Tony obliged before he could respond in words by moving his grip to the backs of Peter’s thighs, pushing his legs forward so his feet could rest on his shoulders. Tony knew this angle would drive his little boy crazy. The older man’s hips pulled back, before snapping forward, setting a harsh pace, one that made sweet little sounds escape Peter with each thrust.

Tony was right about him being the best he would ever have, Peter’s whole body was on fire as his dad started to fuck him, really fuck him, offering no mercy or empathy, forcing his small, lithe body to take him over and over. “Daddy,” he squeaked, voice shaky with the rhythm of his thrusts. He could feel Tony hitting his sweet spot over and over, making it quite difficult to contain himself. Peter tried to grab the sheets beneath them to keep himself in place, the power of the thrusts moving him slightly up the bed.

Tony concentrated hard on keeping a steady pace, soft grunts escaping him at the feeling of Peter’s walls squeezing around him, inviting him in. Peter looked so beautiful with his dick inside of him, an image of bliss and love and struggle. “Come on, don’t be shy, Petey, let everyone know who you belong to,” Tony growled. He loved every noise that came out of him and wanted so much more, wanted for Peter to scream and declare his devotion to him.

Peter felt like his brain was mush, not able to form coherent thoughts, clouded completely with pleasure and small spikes of pain that only made him more sensitive. “Daddy- I belong to daddy,” he babbled, throwing his head back when he felt the coil in his tummy start to tighten already. If Peter was being completely honest, he didn’t want Tony to ever stop, to prolong the amazing feeling inside him, but he’d been denied two orgasms already. He knew he wouldn’t last long doing this. “Would you be mad at me if I came, daddy?” He asked softly, turning up the sweetness for Tony, which he knew he would like.

The question made Tony wonder if he could make Peter come more than once. He supposed it was the kind thing to do, to assure his son that no, he wouldn’t be mad, especially after being so mean and preventing his earlier orgasms. “No, baby. You can come,” he said with a smile. “I’ll have to reward you for asking first,” Tony praised.

Peter felt a wave of relief hit him when he got his dad’s permission to come. “Gonna ruin your shirt, I’m sorry,” he huffed out, mere moments before the younger boy was tensing and shooting long strands of come up his chest, spattering all up his shirt and the band logo on it. “Fuck,” he moaned, looking down at the mess he’d made and then up at Tony. His dad didn’t stop even as his orgasm rushed through him, making him sensitive to the stimulation. Peter had never pushed himself past one orgasm before.

Tony was slightly obsessed with the poetry of it all, making Peter come while wearing one of his shirts. “I love you,” he declared as he watched, feeling Peter’s thighs shake as he kept pounding into him, lewd noises coming from between them. “Love you like this, love you so much.” Tony couldn’t help himself, he had to say the truth and admit how in love he felt.

Peter arched up as he was fucked into oblivion, only being brought back to Earth by Tony’s genuine words. It made his heart beat fast in anticipation, in fear, in happiness. Peter didn’t know what that meant for them, loving each other in this way. He didn’t dwell on the thought, mostly because his dad’s noises were increasing in frequency, getting louder, signaling his own end was coming soon. “Gonna come inside me?” He asked breathlessly. Peter had only ever fantasized about someone coming inside of him, but the idea of having his dad be his first made his body flush and his entrance squeeze around Tony in excitement.

The question only made Tony want to reach his end faster. He didn’t think Peter would actually let him come inside of him, but by the looks of it, that’s what he wanted. He could see it on his face how excited he was at the prospect of him filling him up. His son was a slut, a shameless one, and he loved that fact. “You want my load, huh?” Tony egged on. “Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“Please, come inside me, daddy,” Peter begged. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?” He countered, hoping his dad could find the humor in it and give him what he wanted.

“You have, Petey, so good for me,” Tony groaned. It only took him a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered, pushing all the way into him just to spew his load inside of him, ensuring that not one drop escaped.

The feeling of Tony filling him up had Peter letting out another soft moan, feeling impossibly warm. Peter felt like his dad had officially marked his territory with the simple act of coming inside of him. Peter knew he was ruined for anyone else, especially as he lay against the covers breathing harshly, feeling Tony’s come slowly leaking out of him. “Dad,” he whined. “I feel so sticky,” Peter huffed, watching Tony move his legs back onto the bed, not pulling out yet.

Tony was still catching his breath, shaky and spent as he tried not to slump over on Peter. He knew he needed to be good and clean Peter up. “You look so pretty,” Tony sighed and stared down at the mess they had made, slowly, and reluctantly, pulling out of him. “Almost want to keep you exactly like this,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss Peter one last time before climbing off the bed, going to slip his pajama pants back on so he could begin Peter’s well-deserved aftercare.

Peter felt pathetic as he laid on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly while he watched his dad move around the room. “So dirty,” he huffed, the blush returning to his cheeks when his dad gave him a look. “Can we shower?” He asked sweetly, not making any love to get off the bed. Peter was hoping his dad would be merciful and do all the work for him to spare his poor, sore backside.

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Tony agreed and went back to scoop Peter into his arms, the younger boy latching onto him like a koala. “I think we should sleep in tomorrow, what do you think?” He asked softly, setting Peter down on the sink counter so he could start running the shower.

“Depends,” Peter responded softly. He couldn’t help but wince as he sat on the hard surface, but he didn’t complain. He knew his dad knew best. “Are you going to fuck me in the shower, too?” Peter asked boldly, a smirk in place on his soft features, loving the surprised look on Tony’s face. Peter was at the age where his libido was high and his recovery time was low, so he just had to ask.

Tony was taken aback by the question, but he would always hold firm that whatever Peter wanted, Peter would get. “You read my mind,” Tony hummed, playing along with his son’s desires easily.

Tony and Peter didn’t end up making it to the Grand Canyon the next day, but their day in couldn’t have been more eventful.

#starker #starkercest #tinmanfriendly

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sooooo here's a bit of Olli/Allu something I wrote shortly after Emma Gaala 2024. I'm probably gonna regret posting this because 🫣 but I just reeeeeeaally love how this one turned out 💔

[in the bedroom]

The tinkle of her earrings. The clack of her high heels against the laminate flooring. The click of a lipstick case closing. The beep of an incoming message, informing their cab has arrived.

It’s all too loud for Aleksi to handle, deafening in the middle of all that silence. He’d rush out of the house to escape it, but he’s still not wearing any shoes.

He stares at the two pairs by his feet. The other is white, spotless, unused (unloved). The black leather ones Olli once said looked cool.

He chooses the white ones.

ii.

[in the cab]

Sleet on the glass. Streetlights blinding him through the glossy view. The reds and the yellows tinted dark through the black hue of the backseat window. The back of the driver’s headrest becomes blurry, so Aleksi rubs his eyes.

They don’t talk, but that’s nothing new. She’s on her phone or stares out on her side of the car, at her side of the world. Aleksi stares at his own and wonders if hers is as gloomy as his.

Only a small Mercedes, yet the entire Grand Canyon between them. A spacey tour bus, yet Aleksi was always drawn to Olli like a magnet. It’s laughable, and the others do laugh at it, do make fun of them, and Aleksi ignores it, because what else was he supposed to do. Olli laughs along, because of course he does, because he isn’t stuck in the crumbling ruins of a relationship he’s too cowardly to abandon before it collapses on him.

The Mercedes drives away, but the Grand Canyon stays.

iii.

[on the red carpet]

His new shoes soaked from the first puddle on his way to the venue. His tie like a rope around his neck so he rips it off and drops it in the bin by the door. The champagne glass cold against his hand, icy like the look in her eyes before she turns to the cameras.

Olli would’ve hated it, the flashing lights and the empty questions, would have rolled his eyes at them so only Aleksi could see, and then turn back to give the photographers the most stunning picture any of them would take that evening. She hates it too, though she doesn’t mind hiding it, and (selfishly) Aleksi lets her fake it for them both.

Her hand slithering around his arm, although he’s the snake with the way he wants to slither himself free from it, and with the way his mind is poisoned with guilt and disgust, and with the way he almost sinks to the ground when someone wearing Olli’s cologne walks past them.

He was going to need another glass of sparkly wine to get a hold of himself (and to hold something instead of her hand).

iv.

[at the gala]

Joonas’ eyes staring at him from across the table are full of questions Aleksi can’t answer. He’s worried for him, Aleksi knows, but he doesn’t need Joonas’ judgement on top of his own.

“If there’s anything on your mind… you know you can tell me, right?” Joonas said the other day, and Aleksi appreciates the sentiment, but hell would freeze before Aleksi could tell anyone what was on his mind, never mind it’s a one-word answer.

Besides, as long as he leaves it all unsaid, he can still pretend it’s not true. If he keeps quiet, he can still convince himself he’s a good, loving boyfriend who’s not in denial about his feelings for a friend. He says nothing, so nothing ever happened.

He’s confident about it for about three seconds. Three seconds, and then he notices the text message.

You both looked so good on the red carpet

Three seconds from that, and Aleksi’s thoughts are already somewhere else.

∞

[in a hotel room]

Heavy breaths. Warm hands. Eyes as dark and terrified as Aleksi’s own.

His moans. His mouth. His greedy fingers sinking into Aleksi’s hair. Aleksi has no energy, no willpower to stop them.

It happens, and Aleksi lets it happen. It happens, and it’s incredible in all the wrong ways and terrible in all the right ways. It happens, and it’s the best (and worst) thing that ever did happen.

Olli smells of vanilla and hotel room soap. Somehow the scent is strongest in his neck, so that’s where Aleksi buries his nose and leaves the rest of his tired kisses before they fall asleep.

Olli lets him, so Aleksi supposes he’s not much better than him.

[in the bathroom]

He stares at the text until he can’t see it anymore, until it becomes a blur and mixes with everything else in the message thread (pointless pictures and reckless I-miss-yous at three in the morning).

‘You looked so good’, but not as good as you did that night, sweaty and breathless next to me. ‘You looked so good’, but not as good as you did when you climbed over me, pinned me down, sank inside me. ‘You both looked so good’, yes, she’s a goddess and you’re every bit as divine as she is, and I deserve neither of you.

And neither of you deserve me, the lowest scum of the earth for playing with you both like this.

“Ale?”

He can’t stop his breaths coming out in short gasps and choked sobs.

“Ale, is everything okay? Should I get–”

“Don't.”

“Can you unlock the door, then? Please? Aleksi, I’m getting worried here. Have you taken something?”

He’s still sobbing when Joonas walks in. The spikes of Joonas’s jacket are rough against his cheek.

This time, Joonas asks no questions, not even with his eyes. There’s only oh, Aleksi, and I wish you’d just tell me already, but the tone isn’t demanding.

“Tomorrow,” Aleksi promises.

vi.

[outside]

Joonas redoes Aleksi's eyeliner and takes his hand. It’s no longer sleeting outside, but Joonas still wants his umbrella from the cloakroom.

Aleksi reads the text again and squeezes Joonas’ hand.

I wish you were here.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Joonas offers him a cigarette from the packet he made Aleksi fish from his pocket for him. He takes it and remembers Olli’s drunken cigarette kisses on a summer night in Oulu.

I wish you were here.

“Fuck, the wind is cold tonight.”

Aleksi agrees. He listens to Joonas’ nail decorations clink and thinks of Olli’s chain necklace on the bedside table next to his own.

I wish you were here.

“Gonna need another drink to warm up. I hope they’ll have some good whiskey.”

Olli’s lips tasted like whiskey once. Aleksi no longer remembers where it was, only that his own did too the morning after.

I wish you were here.

“Aight. Let’s get back inside?”

Aleksi almost gets too lost in the memory to answer.

“Yeah, I’m right behind you, just… just need another moment.”

Joonas looks at him almost long enough for Aleksi to follow him after all (or perhaps open his mouth and tell him everything right there on the street), but leaves eventually. The second he’s gone, Aleksi opens Olli’s text again.

The wind is blowing right through him, but it’s not enough to stop his fingers from moving along the keyboard.

I wish you were here.

That wasn’t the whole truth, and he knew Olli knew that. Hell, sometimes he felt as if the whole fucking world knew that, probably better than he himself did.

I wish you were here, so that we could snicker at Joonas speaking out of his turn in interviews. I wish you were here, so I could find your hand under the table and intertwine our fingers until someone would walk by and we’d get too scared. I wish you were here, so I could whisper you a joke only we find funny. I wish you were here, so I could take you somewhere no one can see us and bite your neck so that everyone will see it afterwards. I wish you were here, so I could take you anywhere else but here, because I can’t take you home with me.

I wish I could take you home with me.

I wish you were her.

#ollixallu #too scared to put this in any other tags but you know it's blind channel rpf 😅#and fiction!! let's not forget about that. 100% a product of my imagination and not supposed to imply anything at all #those of you who have read this from the google docs link i shared in dms: some minor improvements have been made since then

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