#but this cup? the first one he's sharing with his bro in a long LONG time???

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5.7k words, Joel x f!reader x Tommy | sequel here! A/N: ONE SHOT. I had to get this out of my system after that one Uncle Tommy line I wrote in september lol. Shoutouts to: @bonezone44 for being an Uncle Tommy stan, @walkintotheriveranddisappear for running the center for dvp excellence, and everyone who's been supportive. 🖤 Fic recs at the bottom. WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap, darkish miller bros, dubcon (coaxing/pressure, you aren't sure what Joel allows), use of "daddy," sharing, unsafe p in v (individually and together), oral, jacking off, creampies, cucking, MFM, DP (double vag), light degradation, praise, pet names, foot massage. AU where you don't overthink this fic. You’re happy with Joel, but it’s not a healthy relationship with clear communication and boundaries. Joel carries reader. TW: incidental incest via MFM/DVP - If this isn't for you, please quietly move along.

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Joel squats down with one hand on the back of your chair. He admires your face then cups your cheek. “Gotta do somethin’, baby. Won’t be back tonight.” The casual announcement makes your heart race.  He kisses you on the forehead, then stands up. 

“What do you mean you won’t be back tonight?”

“It’s okay, baby. Uncle Tommy’s gonna stay with ya.”

Your face gets hot. Tommy tilts his head down and smiles at you from across the breakfast table. He raises his glass of juice in acknowledgement, but you don’t look at him. You look squarely at Joel, caught off guard by his plans.

“Daddy,” you whine. “Just lemme come with you.” 

“Ain’t that kinda trip, darlin’.” 

“Why can’t he do it?”

Tommy laughs silently and his voice goes up an octave. “What’sa matter, sweetheart? Don’t wanna hang out?” He tilts his head and smiles, then his normal voice returns. “That’s okay.” There's a glimmer in his eye. 

Joel grabs his jacket and kisses you goodbye, then says, “Don’t have too much fun without me,” and winks at Tommy. Then Joel's gone, just like that. Your tummy feels nervous as his truck starts, then drives away. 

-

It's Thanksgiving week. You have a lot to be thankful for. Joel loves you and takes good care of you. You have solar power and a nice farm with a secure perimeter. Tommy is visiting for the holiday. You met Tommy in passing long ago, but his girl at the time was with him, and that was before you were Joel’s. You were just the girl down the street. This week is the first time you've really spent time together. 

Joel would kill any other man for touching you, but apparently he's different about Tommy.  You're still figuring out how that works.  Joel doesn't seem to mind what Tommy sees–or feels–when the three of you are together.  But what about when you're alone? 

Does Joel know Tommy walked by the bedroom window and saw you undressing? Does he know Tommy came to apologize for that when you were fresh out of the shower, and saw you in a towel? Or that he looked you up and down, asked if Joel was treating you right, then gave a low whistle and adjusted himself before he left? Or that you touched yourself almost as soon as he closed the door?

*******

Last night, Joel put you in Tommy's lap in the armchair to give you a foot massage, and you tried not to react when Tommy got hard. “It's ok,” Tommy whispered with his hands on your hips. He pulled you back against his hard bulge with a soft grunt and it gave you a shock of desire. 

“It's ok, darlin,” Joel echoed, kneeling at your feet. Joel placed your heel on his own hardening package as he worked on the ball of your foot. 

Tommy's hand cupped your breast and you tensed. 

Joel glanced up. “Relax, baby. It's just Uncle Tommy.” 

“It's ok,” Tommy whispered again into your hair as his other hand crept up your thigh, higher and higher, until his thumb grazed your panties. Joel continued massaging you, unbothered, then switched to the other foot. 

Tommy's thick fingers glided over your panties and you twitched as he felt the dampness. He lifted his hips with a soft grunt, then cleared his throat.  “gonna take care of your girl tonight, Joel? She's drippin’ like a faucet.”  Your cheeks burned, and Tommy ran his hand down your thigh. 

Joel smiled with half his mouth as he glanced up. “makin’ a mess already?” Joel shook his head.  “Close your legs, darlin'.” 

Your stomach dropped and you stammered, “sorry, uh . . .”

But as soon as you closed your legs, Tommy lifted your dress up, making your whole body tingle with goosebumps. Joel’s face gave away nothing as he looked past you at Tommy.  For a moment, you thought Tommy had gone too far. Then Joel hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, and Tommy held you back against his chest as Joel slid them off. Joel spread your knees, and Tommy's, and knelt between them, closer. 

With his armpits resting over your thighs, Joel looked at your cunt hungrily and spread you open with his thumbs. You tilted your hips for him, feeling yourself gush. “Good girl,” he murmured, then planted his right forearm on your lower belly. With his right fingers pointing down, he ran them through your dripping folds, then drew in a deep breath through his nose before bringing his mouth between your legs. 

Joel lapped at your weeping hole and sucked your clit. He fingered you and made out with your cunt like it was just another night, like he was getting ready to fuck you. Meanwhile, Tommy lightly grinded into your ass, breathing warm and wet into your hair and holding you gently in his strong arms as Joel devoured your pussy. Tommy rocked you gently on his lap, rocking you into Joel’s mouth. Joel ate you out at the same rhythm.  When you came, Tommy’s arousal pressed harder against you and he grabbed your breast. He cooed, “good girl.”  

Joel didn't seem to mind, and it felt really good, but you got self conscious after you finished. Tommy caressed your arm as Joel wiped his mouth off. “I'm sleepy, daddy,” you looked at him with big eyes.

Joel looked at you fondly, squeezed your thigh, and said, “I know, darlin’. Give Uncle Tommy a kiss goodnight.”  You turned around and kissed him on the cheek, then mumbled “goodnight” without meeting his eyes. 

—

Joel scooped you up in his arms. You went to bed with Joel and only Joel. As soon as he laid you down, you asked, “you're not mad about Tommy touching me?”

“Felt good, didn't it?” 

You gave a small nod. 

“Nice havin’ four hands.” Joel raised his eyebrows and left it at that. 

You eyed the protrusion in his jeans. “I'm comin’, baby,” he reassured you as he unzipped them. He pulled his jeans and boxers down together and his massive erection sprang free. He prowled across the bed, settled between your legs, and you raised your knees, tilting your hips for him. “Good girl,” he whispered as he got himself into place. 

“God damn, even wetter now,” he muttered as he gathered your slick on his fingers and wiped it on his stiff cock. His tip prodded your dripping hole, then he pushed inside with a sigh, making you moan as he split you open. Joel bottomed out, and the sound that came out of his chest was somewhere between a grunt and a groan, “Uungghh.” You whimpered in pleasure. Then, through the thin wall, you heard Tommy cum with a deep moan. Joel chuckled, then bowed his head and kissed you, pausing all the way inside. 

Joel kissed you softly as he buried his length in you, and your lips broke away only to whimper, “Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby doll,” he whispered into the pillow, right by your ear. “Daddy’s here.” You wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you deep and slow. You imagined Tommy lying behind you, grinding against you, whispering “good girl,” copping a feel as Joel fucked you.  You moaned and whimpered under Joel as he brought you to the brink again.  Then, as your wet little pussy fluttered around his cock, he groaned and bottomed out to fill you with his seed. 

**********

Now it’s morning, Joel's gone, and you're left alone with his brother. His brother with the sweet smile, soft voice, and big dick that felt so hard against you. Don't have too much fun without me, Joel said. . . With a wink.   Unsure what to do with that, you avoid Tommy for most of the day, and he doesn't make you hang out with him. He works in the yard and you catch a few glimpses. He gets hot and takes off his flannel, exposing his wifebeater and oversized belt buckle. As he dabs his forehead with his shirt, his bicep swells and the veins on his hand bulge.

Tommy comes in and takes a shower in the other bathroom. There’s a knock on your bedroom door, then it opens. You’re not sure why you didn’t lock it. Tommy’s wearing jeans, boxers, and nothing else. Your eyes linger on his strong chest. He leans with his hand against the door frame. “Think Joel would let me borrow a shirt? Wasn’t plannin’ to work up a sweat,” he chuckles. 

Tommy crosses his muscular arms over his thick, bare chest as you get a white t-shirt out of Joel's dresser and toss it to him. Tommy’s jeans ride down as he lifts his arms and puts the shirt on in front of you. He catches you looking as his head comes through the hole, then he rakes his fingers through his curls. A subtle smile forms, his eyes twinkle, and he gives you a little nod before he walks away. 

—

Later, you're taking a bath. You sigh as you sink into the water. Then there's a click as the doorknob lock is effortlessly picked. The door opens and Tommy smiles at you with his eyes, biting his bottom lip. He closes the door behind him. The tub squeaks as you quickly pull up your knees to cover your breasts. 

“Musta been touchin’ yourself, huh?” he chuckles as he approaches the tub. “Don't stop on my account.” He winks and his eyes fall on your legs. You scooch them closer together in case he can see through the bathwater. 

Your chest feels warm. You look down and away.

Tommy takes a seat on the tiled floor in front of the garden tub. “C’mon sweetheart, don't be shy.” his arm moves out of view, unbuttoning his jeans. Your nipples harden. He tilts his head to peek from the side and smiles. 

“What do you want?” you ask softly and a low squeak echoes as you shift in the tub. 

“Wanna see ya do it. Go on, finish what ya started.”  

“I wasn't.”

“There's no shame in it, sweetheart”

You swallow and look down.

He studies your face and repeats, “Nothin' to be ‘shamed of. You know that. Right?”

“Tell your brother that,” you whisper and instantly regret it. You pinch your eyes shut and add, “No, don't. . .Please.”

“Oh shit,” Tommy whispers. “Ya can’t, can ya?” 

You barely shake your head, eyes still closed. 

Tommy chuckles. “Controlling fucker, ain't he?” 

You look at Tommy and your eyes widen with some defiant glimmer of hope. “God damn,” he whispers. “keepin’ his girl from touchin’ herself.” He looks down and shakes his head in disapproval.  

He smiles apologetically.  “Guess Daddy knows best, huh?” He tugs his jeans off, and you watch unabashed.  As his pants come off, his boxers ride down, exposing his short, dark pubic hair. You can’t help but admire the way his thigh muscles swell out from his boxers.  

He palms himself over the fabric and raises his eyebrows. “Wanna see it, don’t ya?” He smiles knowingly at you. 

You don’t answer. He shows you anyway, pulling the waistband down under his balls. He's neatly trimmed and his balls are big. He's engorged but not fully hard. 

“Do me a favor and spit in my hand, sweetheart.” He holds it out in front of you. You look back and forth between his eyes, then his freckles. He's a handsome man. His hand stays there, waiting patiently. You gather saliva in your mouth, tilt your head forward, and let it drop into his palm. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs. 

He wraps his hand around his cock and You look into the bath water as his eyes devour your body. In the corner of your eye, you can see him at full mast. He breathes heavier, then moves positions. He sits with his right side against the tub, facing you. He strokes himself with his left hand and dips his right hand into the water. You flinch away then try to relax.  The backs of Tommy’s fingers graze your calf under the water. You squeeze your thighs together. 

“Don't get shy on me now, cupcake.” He reaches behind your calf and touches the back of your leg, near your ass.  Your legs involuntarily part.  He wouldn't do anything Joel wouldn't like. Would he? Somehow the tension of the situation is only making you want it more.  His fingers creep between your legs and caress your inner thigh crease. He sucks in a chest full of air, then gets on his knees. He brings his left hand to your mouth again for lube. 

“Good girl.”  The squelch of his hand around his cock echoes with the new moisture.  He searches your face as half his mouth breaks into a smile.  He holds your inner thigh as he jacks off. Then he straightens your leg so he can see your body better. “God damn,” he murmurs, and the sound of his voice is sharpened by the tile. He rubs your thigh, spits into his other hand, keeps tugging at his cock, then when he's close, he gets up and sits on the edge of the tub. It’s impossible not to look at his stiff, angry cock, glistening with your combined saliva. You still have one knee bent above the water–the knee furthest from him. 

He pumps himself and stands up to face you. “You wanna know how I taste?” He asks. 

You hesitantly shake your head no, unsure if it would be crossing a line.  “Okay, sweetheart. Don't have to.” He aims his cock at the water over your lap, then closes his eyes and groans. “Ohh, God. ohhhh,” it lands sharply in your ears as he erupts. Silky ropes of cum dance in the water, some of it wrapping around your thigh. When he's finished, he pulls his boxers back up, then his jeans, but doesn't zip them up. He sits on the edge of the tub again, leans over it, and kisses you on the forehead. Then he whispers in your ear, “I'll make dinner.” 

—-

You eat together at the kitchen table. There's a cornucopia centerpiece.  The scant conversation is about winter and gardening, until he reaches  under the table and squeezes your thigh. You want him so bad, you blurt out, “what’s happening?” 

He replies, “Huh?” with his hand still on your thigh. 

You search Tommy’s face. “You said it yourself, he’s controlling.” You shift in your chair and he takes his hand back. You continue,  “Why doesn’t he care if you. . .” 

“Ah,” Tommy smiles down at his plate. “Well. . .”  He turns his chair to face you instead of the table. He sits back and manspreads, and his hands rest on his thighs. “I’m just another body to love ya with, sugar.”  His eyes drift to the cornucopia. “And I sure am thankful for it.” 

His eyes return to you, and your heart flutters. 

“He can love on ya when he ain’t here, even.” One of his hands slides up his own thigh to rest closer to his groin. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and nods, admiring you as he slowly exhales. His eyes are darker. 

A desperate want is stirring in your belly. It seems too good to be true. You abruptly announce, “I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Okay, cupcake. C’mere,” Tommy opens his arms. 

You stand between his legs, bend forward, put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek.  As you pull your head back, his hands on your hips pull you into sitting on his thigh. He brings a hand to your cheek, and it melts you. “I wouldn’t do nothin’ he wouldn’t want,” he reassures you.

You nod. 

“End up on the wrong side of the dirt,” he chuckles. When you don’t laugh, he clarifies, “Me, not you. He’d never hurt ya, cupcake.” 

Then he cradles your head with both hands, studying your eyes and lips.  He wets his lips, and your lips part, watching him. Half his mouth twitches. You’re warm all over. He leans in and looks at your mouth again, getting closer. When you can practically feel the heat of his lips on yours, you close the gap and feel a rush of need when your mouths come together. His lips are soft, and the kiss is tender. You pull away after two seconds. 

“Goodnight,” you whisper. 

—---

You lie in bed missing Joel, wishing he would come home.  You feel more at ease with the two of them.  Your mind drifts to Tommy.  At this rate, you wish he would stay.  You’re almost asleep when the bedroom door creaks open. 

“Daddy?” When you turn over, the moonlit silhouette is Tommy's. He's only wearing boxers and there's already a tent in them. He lifts the covers, and the mattress dips under his weight. 

You ask, “What are you doing?”

“'S’okay, cupcake, I told ya. Promise he won’t be mad.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“Your daddy and I been sharin’ our toys for fifty years.”

Your stomach turns, but Tommy adds,  “You're the most special of all, ya know.” He scoots closer. “Never seen him in love before.” 

You feel your body warming and opening up for him. 

“He wants ya to get what ya need, baby,” Tommy whispers. 

Your heart pounds. 

“Even told me your secret word,” Tommy adds. 

“He did?”

“If ya really want me to stop, all ya gotta say is Appleseed.” How would he know that unless Joel told him? 

You turn away from Tommy and he doesn't waste any time before spooning you. His strong arm rests over you and his hand cups a breast. He kisses your neck, soft and wet. The thick, warm rod in his boxers grazes your lower back as he tongues your delicate skin. He kisses your neck with increasing passion, and he kneads your breast.  Then his arousal fully presses against you through his boxers and your nightgown.  

He curves his body around you and pulls you back into him. He sighs and his engorged cock twitches against your crack, giving you a surge of desire. He slides his hand into your nightgown from the top to palm your naked breast and sighs as he grinds against you.  

“God damn, sweetheart,” he whispers as your nipple hardens against his palm. He takes his hand out of your nightgown and cups your breast on top of it again, then his hand slowly slides down your sleepwear, feeling every inch of your torso before arriving at your bare thigh. He nudges his fingers under the hem of your nightgown and slides his hand up your thigh. When his hand reaches your pussy, your top leg lifts ever so slightly, spreading your thighs to make room for him. You're not wearing underwear. 

“Good girl,” he whispers.  You’re aching to have him inside you. “Drippin’ for me ain't ya, baby?” 

He circles your clit, and you moan softly. There's a wet spot on his boxers pressing into you.  “Fuck” he mutters and backs up his hips. “Damnit, I’m drippin’, too,” he chuckles. “Takin’ these off.” 

After taking his boxers off, Tommy hovers over you and you’re still on your side. Tommy's hand comes back to your breast, and you turn your face toward his.  Your lips meet, and after two seconds, you don’t pull away. His lips push yours open and you accept his tongue. You breathe through your nose as he licks into your mouth.  

Tommy pulls back and reads your face, then gives you another soft kiss before settling in behind you, against you, curled around you again. His naked cock is smooth and warm against your ass. He grinds against you for a minute as he massages your breast and moans into your hair.  Then his hand drifts down between your legs and he groans at how wet you are. 

“I gotta be in ya, sugar.” Tommy backs up and wedges his rigid cock between your thighs, and it glides smoothly through your mess of arousal. His tip reaches your clit. You’re throbbing needily. Your hips tilt on their own, offering him your hole. 

“Fuck,” Tommy says as his tip finds your entrance. “Fuck. That’s right, baby.” he pushes his tip into you. You're dying for it, but you're still a little tense and it's making you even tighter. 

“God damn, you feel good. Can't imagine when he first–.” He pushes into you, trying to let your body relax and accommodate his girth. “Oh shit, mmm–that musta been–Fuck.” He pushes a little further. “Relax for me, baby.” He withdraws some then thrusts further into you.  “Relax, sugar,” he whispers. “Just breathe.” You take a deep breath and relax. The last of him slides in and he bottoms out.  “Ohh, good girl. There we go.” He palms your breast and you melt into him.  “We’re right here, baby.” 

He’s got you speared on his cock, spread apart by his girth. “God damn. What a good girl.” 

With his cock fully sheathed, his thick fingers rub circles on your nipple.  You moan, twitching around the new cock buried in the hot center of your body. “Mmm,” he growls into your hair, still not moving. You need friction. He breathes deeply. “breathe with me, baby.” You breathe with him and feel yourself relax more. 

“Please,” you whine, beginning to move your hips. 

His voice is husky. “God damn. Look at ya, sugar. Fuckin’ yourself on Uncle Tommy’s cock?”

“Please,” you whimper again. 

“What's your daddy gonna think?” 

Your walls twitch and your heart skips a beat. “You said–”

“Yeah. . .He'll be fine, sweetheart..” Tommy begins to move his hips. “He’d be proud’a ya, takin’ this cock like such a good girl.”

He begins to fuck you at a steady rhythm, breathing heavily and cursing softly. You begin to relax with his hand mapping the front of your body, and his stiff cock thrusting into you. He palms your tit again and your head tilts back against him. He kisses your neck, and your body opens for him even more. Your cunt swallows him up with every thrust. 

“Ohh, Joel's a lucky man,” he pants with his dick easily sliding into you, making you whole. “Shit, I'm lucky, too–uggh.”  You push back on him as he fills you with his stiff cock. 

He asks, “Little harder?” 

“Mm,” you nod. 

He slams into you and you moan. 

“Yeah, that's our girl.” 

Soon, you’re lost in the pleasure of Tommy’s thick cock pounding you. 

The front door unlocks and you freeze. You’re both facing away from the bedroom door.  “‘S’okay,” Tommy reminds you. He slows his hips, then bottoms out and pauses. “C’mere,” he wraps his arms around you and with his cock still inside, he rolls over on his back, then sets you down on your other side, arms still wrapped around you, his cock only sliding out half way in the process.

As soon as you’re settled, he bottoms out again with a soft moan.   You and Tommy are both facing the bedroom door now. The covers are down around your waist. The handle moves, then the door opens. The silhouette is Joel with his sleeves rolled up. 

—---

As Joel approaches the bed, the moonlight hits him and his face is dark. 

“She’s so good, Joel,” Tommy pants, with you still full of his cock.

Joel comes to the bed and crouches down. “God damn.” Joel gently takes your jaw in his hand and tilts his head. He studies your face, then his eyes land on yours affectionately. “Couldn't go one day, could ya?” He smiles with his eyes and relief washes over you.  

“M’sorry daddy,” you sigh. “Are you mad?”

“No, baby.” Tommy is fucking you slowly. “I ain't mad.” Joel slowly stands up and palms himself over his jeans as he watches your body move to the slow rhythm of Tommy’s thrusts. 

“Really?”

“Baby, I keep ya stuffed so full’a cock. .  . can't blame ya for needin’ it.”

“Yeah,” you whimper. 

“That's what Uncle Tommy's here for,” Tommy whispers. 

“Now I get to see ya,” Joel says “All of ya,” Joel gently pulls the covers all the way off. Then Joel tugs up at the hem of your nightgown and kneels down to take it off you. 

You try to move forward, reaching for Joel, but Joel puts his hand on your bare chest and Tommy pulls you back, bottoming out again with a moan. 

“Want yours,” you whimper.

“Shhh. You're gonna get it.” 

You watch Joel take off all his clothes, and as he does it, he watches you moving at a slow rhythm.  When Joel’s naked, he spits in his hand. He stands by the bed watching you get fucked by his brother, taking in the view as he squeezes his cock. 

“Daddy, please,” you whine. 

Joel sits down on the bed.  Tommy scooches back to make more room and brings you back with him, still impaled on his cock. Joel lies down and faces you. He gets right up against you, and the first thing he does is kiss you. His hard cock lays against your clit and mound, throbbing for you.  You moan into his mouth as Tommy’s cock drags slowly inside you from behind.  

Joel’s arm wedges between your back and Tommy’s chest, grabbing hold of you.  Joel nudges you upward. Tommy takes the hint and pulls out. You wrap your leg over Joel’s hip. His eyes scan your face, marveling at your feral want. Joel’s hand, still on your back, slides down your ass and hooks under it, between your legs, feeling your sopping wet cunt from the back. “God damn, baby. This all you or did Uncle Tommy cum already?”

“Not yet,” Tommy answers. 

Joel’s tip slides through your folds, then he pulls back  and notches himself at your entrance. He moves his hand to your hip, and pushes into you with a sigh. You're so wet and aroused, he sinks all the way into you.  “Fuck,” Joel breathes. “oh, yeah—ugghh–swallowed me right up, baby.” He marvels at how relaxed you are. With Joel’s arm out of the way, Tommy’s tummy returns flush against your back, with his hard, wet cock pressing against your ass cheek. He grabs your tit. 

Joel buries his cock in you. “Oh baby, you love this, don’t ya?” 

You nod. “Love your cock, daddy.” 

“You’re takin’ it so good, baby.  Think you’re wet enough for—ohh, darlin’.” He grinds against you, deep inside you. “You wanna ride this cock, baby?” 

You nod.  Joel slides out of you and you whimper at the loss as he rolls onto his back. Joel lies face up and holds his cock for you. He whispers, “C’mere baby,” but you're already on your way. 

You straddle him and sink right down on him with a whimpered, “daddy,” then bend forward, putting your tits against Joel’s chest. Tommy’s slowly stroking himself and watching. 

“C’mere,” Joel whispers and reaches for your head. He pulls your face into his for a passionate kiss as you grind into him with his cock buried in you. It only takes a few seconds of grinding into Joel for your walls to spasm. 

“Oh god,” he mutters as you contract around him.  “oh—oh, God, baby.” 

As you finish coming on Joel's cock, your whole body relaxes. You’re even wetter and more open than you were before. “Now you’re–oh yeah, you’re good,” Joel whispers to himself with his hands on the backs of your thighs. You both breathe for a moment and you begin to slowly move again.

Joel licks his finger then reaches over your ass, his hand approaching your hole from behind. You stop moving as he gently wedges the thick digit into your cunt from the top so his fingernail is against his cock. “Yeah,” he whispers, moving the finger around, checking how much you'll stretch. “Yeah,” he says as his head turns and he glances at Tommy. 

Joel cups your cheek  and reads your face. “Can I fuck ya with two cocks, baby?” 

You spasm with an aftershock.  “It won't fit,” you protest, but the thought of it turns you on. Your hips begin to move again. You're taking his cock and his finger. 

“Can we find out, baby doll?” Joel asks.

You slowly move on his cock and finger, with your face close to his. Your clit is throbbing.  “You aren't worried to stretch me?”

“You'll snap right back, baby,” Joel pants as he wedges another finger in with his cock. 

“I dunno if I can,” you whine.  

“It’s okay, darlin’. Let's find out.”

“Okay,” you whisper. 

Tommy gets up on his knees and gets close to Joel's shoulder, near your head.  

“Get it nice and wet,” Joel tells you.  

Without getting off Joel's cock, you turn your head enough to accept Tommy's cock into your mouth. You let saliva pool under your tongue, then swirl it all over his shaft until he's dripping. “alright” Tommy whispers, then you deposit the rest of the saliva from under your tongue. “Alright, don't make me cum, sweetheart.” 

Tommy straddles Joel’s legs behind you while Joel hugs you close. 

Tommy nudges your occupied hole. Joel slowly removes his fingers and Tommy’s tip finds its place between the first cock and the back wall of your cunt. Once Tommy's tip is nestled there, Joel’s fingers leave you and both his hands hold your sides. 

“Deep breath,” Tommy whispers. You draw in a chest full of air, and when you begin to exhale, he begins to push in. 

It burns for a moment as Tommy’s cockhead breaches your dripping hole, but his smooth, wet cock feels better than the fingers. “Fuck,” Tommy mutters as he pushes further. 

“Daddy,” you whimper. “It's a lot.”

“I know it is, darlin’, you're doin’ so good.”

“Breathe with me, sweetheart,” Tommy whispers. You take deep breaths and try to relax. The burn fades as your body catches up.  The stretch is only a little uncomfortable around their shafts at the very edge of you. Deeper inside, you feel a fullness you couldn't have imagined.  

“Good,” Joel says. “doin’ real good, baby. You wanna keep goin’?” 

You nod. You take deep breaths and bow your head as Tommy sinks in a little more. 

“God damn, baby. Packed full of it, ain’t ya?”Joel marvels. The look on his face makes you twitch. 

You lock eyes with Joel, bite your lip, and nod. Joel tilts his hips down toward the bed and you groan into Joel’s chest as Tommy pushes into you as much as he can. The burn is fading, and the sense of fullness overwhelms you in the best way. It's not just physical. You close your eyes and savor it. Joel’s hips begin to move. He slides against your front wall, nudging just the right place, making you whimper. 

Tommy slides in rhythm, and his breathing is labored. “Ohhh,” he moans. “Shit-–ugggh.” He warns Joel, “I'm pretty close, brother.”

Joel looks like he's making a calculation behind his eyes. Then he reads your face. “You want double the cum, baby?” 

You nod. 

“That's my girl,” Joel whispers. “That’s my perfect lil girl.” His hips wiggle under you.

“Ohh-fff-uuggh” Tommy pants and pulls back. 

Joel moves his hips and slides within your stuffed hole. Tommy stays still while Joel thrusts a few small strokes and you groan. Tommy pushes forward and you sigh. Joel kisses you. You push back and Tommy slides forward. Joel does another slow thrust upward, then Tommy says “fuck,” pushes another inch, then begins to cum. “Oh god,” Tommy groans. His dick pulses and pulses in your packed cunt as his warm release coats your walls and Joel's cock. 

“Jesus,” Tommy sighs, then begins to pull out of you. The burn returns as the crown of his tip crests your entrance on its way out. Then you whimper in relief. There's a sense of loss as your body slowly draws itself back in, but it's a major comfort still being wrapped around Joel's cock. Tommy lies down on his back to recover. 

“You did so good baby,” Joel brushes your cheek and his hips lift as your body adjusts itself back to his girth. “Ya like havin’ two cocks?” It’s the first time you haven’t felt packed full from Joel’s cock alone, and your temples feel weak. 

You nod hesitantly. “Do I still feel good?”

“Oh darlin’, you feel so good,” he breathes and the tension melts away from your face. 

“Yeah, I liked it,” you whisper. “But I only need one.” 

He cradles your head and  it feels like it's just the two of you. “Love you so much,” he whispers, and brings your face to his again, rolling his hips under you. He kisses you deeply and grinds up into you with his cock all the way inside. Your mouth breaks away with a moan, and your hips begin to move, bringing an obscene squelching sound with them. 

“Oh darlin’,” Joel whispers, and he pulls you back into a kiss.  He grunts into your mouth with a sharp thrust upward, and the tension boils over.  You begin to clench around him. Joel breaks the kiss with a shudder, then he moans your name as you flutter around his cock. His fingers dig into your hips and he pulls you flush, then pulses with a groan. “Ohhhh, fuck—ohhh,” he sighs as he releases a massive load, more than doubling the cum inside you. The rhythm of Joel’s cock soothes you as his load combines with Tommy's. 

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You stay on Joel’s cock for a few minutes, and he strokes your back, praising you quietly.  Tommy falls asleep.  Eventually you sigh and whine, "I have to go to the bathroom.” 

“Ok, baby,” Joel whispers and begins to help you off his cock. 

When you come back, Joel helps you into bed between them. You face Joel and he kisses you good night. You feel thankful for him as you drift off to sleep. 

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sequel here

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Thank you for reading 🖤 I know people want updates on certain Joels but I haven't been having the easiest time and sometimes writing something new is lower-pressure.

Uncle Tommy is a brain worm I've had for a couple months ever since I blurted it out in another series.

I have another recent Joel x reader ft. Tommy with a different set miller bros: leopard print

And a darker Tommy x reader here: birds of prey

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FIC RECS

If you like brotherly sharing, a couple of my personal favorites are

I can be your pretty girl part 4, and part 5 by (RIP) walkintotheriveranddisappear who sadly inactivated

Liquid Gold and its prequel Two Hands to Hold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles,

If you like the idea of daddy/uncle, @bonezone44 has Joel, tommy, and Ezra.

More brotherly sharing - Smack My Bitch Up, a raider AU by @milla-frenchy.

If you wanna suck Tommy's big balls, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin has you covered.

More fic recs (and more to come) on my rec blog @toxicrecs.

Alright I tried to bring my tag list back and something went wrong so I might have to remove them from the post sorry 🥲

[sanspuppet]

PAIRING: ot8 idol!Ateez x manager afab!reader

W/T: unprotected sex, public sex, orgy, double penetration, anal sex, creampies, handjob, blowjob

actually writing an orgy was way more tough than i expected 🧍🏻‍♀️i hope this turned out well anyways

2K words of pure filth

@bro-atz here is it :) i hope you’ll still be doing fine after this lmao

Honestly, the view looks mesmerizing. You’ve never seen so many dicks at once, jerking all off to you as all ateez members can’t help but get feral at the sight of your naked body. “Isn’t she so pretty? Our favorite girl seems enjoying herself now.” Mingi kneels in front of you, raising up your chin while the other hands keeps stroking his fat cock. “Lookin so ready to take all of us… fuck” Yeosang adds, whimpering when a sharp shiver goes down his pelvis. Some of the members are sitting on the small couch right next the door of the practice room, looking at you along with quick glances at the dicks near to them. “What the fuck are we waiting? If someone ain’t gonna fuck her now, i’ll go first” Wooyoung points at you with his usual silly behavior, little thing out of note is that he’s palming his balls at the same time, his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows hard from pleasure. Mingi chuckles, even if they act like it’s an ordinary situation, you’re mind still has to elaborate how the fuck did y’all happen to be naked inside the dance practice room. “I’m gonna take her first, Yunho? Come here bro” Mingi turns around to search for the man, who was already getting closer to you two as soon as Mingi knelt before. The man in front of you looks at you again, moving you to sit on his lap as he lays on the floor, the coldness makes him shiver under your body. He groans deeply when your wet sticky folds rub against his erected cock, that’s pressing against his lower abdomen. Yunho comes from behind, kneeling between Mingi’s legs, his big hands cup completely your butt cheeks, spreading them to get a better look of your soaked cunt. “Fuck, such a pretty pussy you have, doll” Yunho slides a finger along with your wet cut, sweet whimpers roll out of your tongue. Most of the other members groan, everyone has taken his place where they can watch you three having your moment. When you tilt your head to make your hair fall back on one side, you notice Hongjoong trying to make eye contact with you, as Seonghwa who’s sitting next to him pumps his dick at a fast pace, the squelching sound coming especially from them can be heard easily in the room. You sigh with a slight smirk: “So eager to cum, aren’t you Hongjoong?” You move your gaze to the man that’s pleasuring him, Seonghwa bites his lip as he busies both of his hands. Hongjoong can only relieve a quiet giggle to prevent a loud moan. Your attention is dragged away when you feel Yunho rubbing his tip along your folds, before moving an inch up to reach your asshole. He struggles a little to slide inside of it at first, but as soon as his cockhead penetrated you, he can’t stop pushing himself further inside. You hold onto Mingi’s chest, scratching his abs with your long nails, he looks at you from beneath, giving you cocky smirks. “You’re not stuffed full enough baby, let me help it.” His big hand grabs his dick, pressing the tip of it at your throbbing entrance, even though it dives in without many problems, sharing your stomach with Yunho’s crotch isn’t as easy too. “Fuck, it’s squeezing me so much” Yunho grips your ass harshly as the pace speeds up, impatient to feel more friction. Meanwhile, in the background, San and Jongho are being the loudest, clearly enjoying themselves, stroking their length faster as the pleasure gets more intense. Less to say it, being pumped by two big cocks like the ones that are inside of you, is something insane yet so fucking amazing to feel. Mingi holds onto his heels, while thrusting into your pussy with eagerness, deep groans escape from both of them, while they worship you. Not so long after, Mingi cums into you first, the grip on your waist gets tighter as he shoots his seeds deeper. And right after that, at the feeling of his warmth filling you completely, you orgasm too, squeezing helplessly your holes more intense than ever. “Fuck! Suckin’ in my dick so well- ‘m so close” Yunho, seconds after paints your insides white. By now you’re sure that you’re looking fucked out, well quite obvious after those two men literally gave you the best fuck ever.

You can’t even recover properly that Jongho stands up, heading towards you: “My turn now, gonna fuck your little mouth.” Mingi and Yunho sit on the floor next to the couch, after taking a few sips of water from their bottles. You kneel in front of Jongho, as soon as he’s in front of you, you wrap your hands around his strong thighs, your mouth’s already brushing against his cockhead. “Mmh yes, open up, pretty girl” In less than a few seconds you’re swallowing his dick, forcing yourself to inhale the air from your nose as you feel on the verge of choking with every time his tip touches the back of your throat. “Oh my fucking god- what a good slut you are” Jongho whimpers pleasantly one your tongue reaches for his balls. You didn’t notice someone has taken place behind your back until it raises your ass up, making you go on all fours as you keep sucking on Jongho’s dick. “Wanna have my way into you too, baby.” Yeosang’s voice is so deep that you swear you throbbed right in the spot as soon as he spoke. You try to nod but the only thing that comes from your mouth is a gag, making all the men chuckle. “Yeah, she wants you inside as well” Wooyoung smirks down at you, before landing his eyes on Yeosang’s cock already sliding into you. Jongho doesn’t takes much to cum, he got extremely close to his climax every time you choked on him, until he couldn’t take no more. He suddenly pulls out, stroking himself quickly while looking down at you. “Tongue out, gotta let you taste it.” As soon as you open your mouth, loud moans roll out, unable to hold them back because of Yeosang’s dick hitting perfectly all the right spots. Ropes of thick cum land all over your face when Jongho cums, his high pitched moans surely sound the best. He pats your forehead and smirks down at you, before moving to the members to have their turn. There you see Hongjoong standing up, his cock twitches and swirls as he smears his precum all over it while walking over you. “Ahw, you look so pretty with your face painted with cum.” You barely look at him, you squeeze your eyes shut, once you feel your second orgasm approaching too. You let out pathetic slutty moans and heavy breaths, as Yeosang speeds up his pace to get the both of you to your climax in a few seconds. “Fuck! I’m cumming! Yeah keep clenching like that, so good!” When Yeosang becomes loud, everyone other start jerking off faster, admiring the view eagerly to see you reach your high again. Yeosang pulls out, spreading your ass cheeks to see better his cum leaking out of your aroused cunt. “Fuck… so hot”

As soon as Yeosang stands up and walks away from you, Seonghwa takes his place. “Don’t worry baby, i’ll give a… little rest. All i wanna do is just eat you out” He leans over you to just give a kitten lick on your stuffed pussy. You raise your head, giving a quick look at Hongjoong’s dick, before turning your head to Wooyoung, who immediately walked over you. “Well if you’re gonna busy yourself with her clit. I’m gonna take her ass, i can’t fucking wait no more.” You feel exhausted yet you couldn’t even think of stopping. You look at him with a sly but tired smile. Seonghwa lays beneath you, his head’s facing your crotch while you can stare at his erected cock by just moving your head down. The two other men penetrate you at the same time, yet Wooyoung starts immediately with a sharp, quick pace, that forces you to swallow hard the dick in front of you. “Oh fuck! So tight, just as i thought it would be.” Wooyoung seems desperate to cum, probably he was already close and just wanted to release his load into you. Hongjoong thrusts in your mouth slightly, holding your chin to remember you to look up at him. “So perfect, I think we ain’t gonna last long, am i right?” He asks, glancing at the man behind you. You don’t catch Wooyoung’s reply, your mind at this point has gone blank, Seonghwa is so capable of using his tongue the right way, thing that you already figured out by watching him on stage. Every single moan he lets out, feels like the better vibrator ever, that slowly makes the knot in your stomach intensify again. In one quick move, Wooyoung does a final, rougher than ever thrust, making Hongjoong hit the deepest spot in your throat, as if it wasn’t enough, Seonghwa automatically sucks hard on your clit, swirling his tongue around it. All this ends with you being stuffed full again of the two men’s sperm, your own cum’s leaking out mixed with the others’ previous cum. Only one member’s left. You looked for San, who’s sitting on the couch waiting for you with patient. He chuckles at the sight of your red, puffy cheeks and your fucked out expression. San takes a bottle of water in his hands, before heading towards you as the other members rest on the couch again. “Here baby, take a sip and regain yourself. I’ll wait for you.” He offers you the bottle, then sits behind you, jerking off while having a close look of your swallowed pussy. You rest your chest on the floor, breathing deeply as you try to recover. Even the other members slowly start to dress up again. After a couple minutes, you stand up again, holding onto your wrists. “Are you ready?” San looks up at you, pressing slightly his tip against your entrance, impatience suddenly flowing into his body, wanting to slide in. “Y-yeah” you lowly nod, looking back at him with a smile. San doesn’t wait twice to pump into you, the wetness of your walls making it easy to thrust. “Mmmphh… feels too good kitten” he grips your ass, smirking at the red marks that the other members left before. He then gropes it softly, in contrast with his rough pace. “Yeah, just keep it for a few other minutes, you did so well for us.” Yeosang chuckles in a corner, everyone has still their eyes kept on you. “What a gentleman, San.” The only thing he gets as a reply is a pleased sigh from the man behind you. His thrust are become sloppier with every each one. You bite your lower lip, eager to make the both of you come, you clench intensely around him. San goes crazy at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him as you squeeze his dick. “Im gonna cum soon baby, get ready” a hand moves down your abdomen, searching for you clit. Once he founds it, he starts to draw quick circles with his thumb, his pumps are matching the pace. You lay on your elbows, feeling your fourth orgasm approaching too. San leans over your back, leaving messy kisses on the back of your neck. He groans loudly, sliding in and out slowly to focus better on the warmth and wetness of your tight pussy, which not long after makes him cum.

Another load is being shot inside you, this time filling you completely as he had to pull out the exact same second he started to release. You collapse onto the floor, without even realizing you’ve soon fallen asleep.

[k-hotchoisan]

Happy 500🎉🎊🍾!!!! Can i pls request? No. 16

16. Lick ice cream off Yunho’s cock or Seonghwa licking chocolate off your tits?

YOU BET YOUR ASS ITS THE CHOCOLATE TITTIES FOR ME!! Also shout out to you anon THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE???

what could be sweeter than sharing chocolate coated strawberries with your lover?

Warnings: smut, pwp, nipple play/licking, food okay (melted chocolate), suggestive

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me for taglist entry!)

K’s 500: this or that? Masterlist

Who’s idea was it to try strawberry dipped in warm chocolates?

Seonghwa. It was Seonghwa’s idea.

But you picked the chocolates though, insisting you wanted the milk chocolates. He takes a bite out of one, letting himself be the guinea pig and his face brightens up. “This is good!” He exclaims, dipping one more strawberry into the white mix, and feeding it to you. You take a bite, and you feel the sweetness flood your tastebuds. It’s a perfect balance of sweet and sour.

Seonghwa carries the plate of fresh strawberries while you follow behind with the bowl of melted milk chocolate to the couch, placing both dishes on the coffee table.

The both of you are endlessly talking about your common interests, giggling and giving each other playful kisses. It’s all cute and innocent—just the both of you on the couch, lounging with your little chocolate covered strawberries, sometimes cleaning off the chocolate stains off your faces.

Seonghwa feeds you another strawberry, and you part your lips to let him, but you realise he dipped way too much milk chocolate, and before you could get the strawberry into your mouth, the chocolate drops right onto your skin, exactly where your cleavage rested, and it drips slightly into the dip of your cleavage. You mutter an “oops”, before dipping your fingers to pick the melted chocolate off.

You look up and Seonghwa is staring at you, his lips agape. You tilt your head at him in curiosity, and it doesn’t take you long to realise why he’s suddenly acting like a deer in the headlights. A small smile creeps at the corner of your lips. You flick the chocolate off with your finger, your eyes locked onto Seonghwa’s gaze as you lift your fingers to your lips, twirling your tongue around the chocolate on your fingers before dipping them into your mouth, sucking off the remaining chocolate. Seonghwa’s breath is stuck in his throat as he swallows hard. He feels his cock push against his sweats at your suggestive gesture.

You giggle, tugging his jaw open to fit the strawberry into his mouth, and swiping his bottom lip when you have him close his mouth.

“It’s rude to stare, Angel”, you say as you reach for another fruit, but Seonghwa stops you.

“Let me feed you”, he says. You notice a glint of lustful determination in his eyes and you find it so fucking adorable. He tugs against your thin, spaghetti strap top and it’s off your shoulders before you know it, your chest bare for him to drool over.

He takes another strawberry, dips it almost fully with the melted milk chocolate, before he smears it over your chest. Then he shifts the fruit and makes sure he brushes it against your nipples, and you gasp at the warm confection dripping over your nipples. He pushes remainder of strawberry past your lips, and you take it, letting the sourness burst in your mouth. Seonghwa doesn’t give you a warning when he starts licking the chocolate off your tits, starting from the highest point. You know he’s teasing you.

You sigh at the way he’s licking it off you agonisingly slow—he goes from the top of your left breast first, then the right, making sure he licks your skin clean off the milk chocolate before his hands cup the underside of your tits, pushing it up so he’s able to access your nipples easily. Seonghwa is sneaky about it too—your nipples are smeared the most with chocolate—and you know he did it on purpose.

His lips latch onto your right nipple, his tongue swiping over it, and your head is thrown back, the sensation going straight to your cunt. His eyes are locked onto yours as he laps up the white and creamy chocolate off, making sure his tongue grazes your nipple as many times as possible. Your mind is growing hazy at how fucking good it feels, your fingers tugging at his hair as he ensures that your nipples grow swollen and sensitive.

“Hwa”, you exhale, feeling your panties getting more soaked by the second.

Your nipple leaves his lips with a soft pop, and he licks his own lips, and he feigns an innocent smile. “Tastes so sweet, my Angel.”

And he immediately goes for the left nipple, twirling his tongue to get as much of the chocolate off before he has you whimpering and moaning as he sucks your nipple. His tongue flicks against your nipple this time and your whimpers only egg him on. Your panties are completely soaked by now. The lustful glances Seonghwa gives you only make you melt under his touch even further, your eyes rolling back.

He takes his time, even though the chocolate is all licked clean from your tits. He pulls back finally after teasing you like this, and you’re panting, looking at the way his string of saliva connects right to your nipple. Your tits are wet with his spit that he gives both nipples a simultaneous squeeze as he licks his lips, making you squeal. Seonghwa moves in to press his lips onto yours, and you indulge in it, enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of chocolate.

He pulls away, lifts you up and his hands are intertwined with yours as he’s a little too excited to lead you to the bedroom.

You stop him. “What about the chocolate strawberries?” You ask, pointing over.

Seonghwa cracks a smirk before leaning in to lick a chocolate stain off the corner of your lips you didn’t realise you had.

“We can melt it later again. There’s something else that needs melting right now.”

[pav-ia]

distraught by the lack of pavia imagines on this website so im. gonna take it upon myself to become a pavia writer ,,

head empty,, imagining pavia..

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pavia, whos hands are so big compared to urs<3 even if your hands arent small, his just always cups your whole hand, his thumb tracing against your skin and his rings brushing over your knuckles

pavia, who “reluctantly” shares the large tub of gelato he has, with you. it had to defrost for a little bit because his freezer is too cold, and he grumbles when you accept his offer, but you catch the small smile he has as he brings the spoon to your pretty lips

pavia, who just wants to relax with u after a long day. whether you know of his work or not, he comes home to you and pulls you into a hug, taking a deep long inhale and drags you to the bath. insists on you washing his back, if he had a tail it would wag like crazy when you give him massages

pavia, who gives u his shirts and wears whatever clothing of yours he can get his hands on so your scents will mix. when he brings you home for the first time, his wolves dont even need you to smell like him to get friendly with you. its almost like they just know how infatuated with you he is

pavia, who shows off his tattoos and piercings to you. he has a biiiiggggg smile as he explains the thought behind each one, and is so genuinely happy when you compliment his look. he tells you about the brand of cologne he wears, runs a hand through his hair when you mention it, thinks u should match outfits,,, he wants u so bad bro

pavia, who 100% hogs the blankets. he notices u look a bit tired after sleeping next to him for the first week and when you explain that he likes to use all of the blanket, he starts to pull u on his chest, that way you both get the blanket. he refuses to be little spoon, too much pride to let u hold him to sleep

pavia, whos still not quite ready to be completely vulnerable around you. he doesnt turn his back on you, he doesnt let you get too close without asking, and he doesnt touch you unless you let him. despite his mild trust issues, he still loves you more than hes ever loved before

pavia, who is completed by u<3

im going to bed goodnigjt

[rikiislvr]

💜party - nishimura riki

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

summary: the two of you happened to be forced to a party by the convincing of your friends, just to have found each other ditching the party. only problem is, you hate him.

warnings: cursing

“dudeee! you suck.” your friend pouted her lip, “karina..” you groan as you two stood outside the party house where you could hear the mumbled music and the talkings of others.

“pleaseee? we don’t even have to stay for longgg!” she whined and shook your arm, you sighed, you hated parties. you’d just rather do or be somewhere else.

“you’re lucky i love you.” you pointed at her, she giggled and squealed and pulled you towards the house, and as you two were entering, another two were arriving.

“hell no.” niki shook his head and jake turned to him with a confused expression, “bro? cmon why not?” he crossed his arms, “you know i don’t.. like stuff like this.” niki stared at him.

“just one time yeah? besides— what basketball player doesn’t come to parties?! it’ll be fun i promise.” jake put his arm around niki and guided him into the house after niki let out a long groan.

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“i already hate this!” you shout over the music to your friend who was dancing with a cup in her hand, you furrowed your eyebrows at the cup and snatched it away making her turn to you confused.

you smelled the liquid, “water.” you giggled, she smiled and shushed you, “i don’t drink silly.” she says and grabbed the cup back, “oh! i see him!” she gasped eyes glued on a specific person.

“go on!” you nudge her, she turned to you and frowned, “you’ll be okay?”

you giggled, “i’m fine karina, go on, i’ll.. go somewhere else but just text me if you need me.” you nudge her again, she smiled softly at you and kissed your cheek before walking away,

you sighed and looked around for anywhere that looked more quiet.. you decided to go upstairs to the rooms, checking room after room, seeing couples hooking up or doing some game of truth or dare.

you winced your eyes as the music began to hurt your head.

not only was it hurting yours, it was hurting nikis as well.

he rubbed his temples, “im gonna go look for someone.” he says to jake just to excuse himself away, jake nods and niki took off to the stairs, he needed to find somewhere quiet before his head exploded.

every room he went into was filled, except one..

it was a bathroom where no one was in, he walked in and shut the door behind him, the music muffling into some type of better silence than before.

he took a deep breathe as he felt his headache fading off,

“what are you doing?” you cross your arms as you sat on the counter beside him, he jumped slightly and turned to you,

“what are YOU doing? why are you in here?” he sighed, he was really wishing to be alone, but he wasn’t really mad at that.

he was mad that he got caught skipping a party by a pretty girl. especially with his popularity— you’d expect him to be out there with everyone else.

“why aren’t you partying? number 10?” you giggled, “seems like someone remembers my jersey number— number 7.” he shot back to you, damnit.. you forgot you do soccer.

“fine.” you sat up and crossed your legs, “so why are you here?“ you ask, niki sighed and leaned against the wall across from you, “too loud.” he chuckled staring at the ground.

“pfft. all you are is loud, walking through the hallways screaming as if you have no sense niki.” you shake your head, “okay? and why are you here?“ he crossed his arms.

“same reason.” you say, “exactly so you cant blame me.” he shrugged. you just stared at him.

you never realized how handsome he was, the owner of this house changed the bathroom light bulbs to purple, so the purple reflected beautifully on his features.

“i guess we’re both losers, skipping a party.” you giggled, “i guess so.” he nods. you guys shared a quiet tension, but it was comforting.

“you know i hate you right?” you tell him, “not the first.” he shrugged again, you knew him. he was such an idiot and was so full of himself, treated everyone in his way like shit.

he says it’s just jokes, but you honestly think it’s because of the people he surrounds himself with.

before you could say anything the door swung open, a girl ran in and straight to the toilet, throwing up immediately. you shut your eyes before slowly opening them,

she was basically falling apart in the toilet, niki looked up at you in panic, you widened your eyes and tilt your head her way, basically saying to help her.

niki sighed and walked over to her, and since he has sisters, and pretty long hair, he knew how to do ponytails, since it’s what he does to his hair for basketball.

so he had hair ties on his wrist, he leaned down and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she continue to throw up.

“th-thanks im fine.. just p- privacy please..” she waved her arms back, you sighed and jumped off the counter, placing down a water bottle you held with you beside the toilet, you and niki left the bathroom and the music filled your ears again, making you wince.

niki noticed this, he didn’t like it either, he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the hall and down the stairs, confused on where he was bringing you, you let him do it.

he then shoved past people and to the back door of the house, where people were in the pool but he walked past them and around the house to the front, the music finally leaving your ears.

“where are we going?” you ask him, “we’re ditching. text your friends if you came with anyone.” he says as you two walked down the street,

you pulled out your phone to text karina but she has already texted you.

rina <3: i seen u leave!! with niki??! he’s cute, have fun b safe & txt me when ure home :)

you giggled at the message and put your phone back into your back pocket.

“so, where are we ditching too exactly?” you ask, “pancakes.” he simply says, you raised an eyebrow, “i didn’t bring any-

“my treat, since you hate me so much hopefully this’ll change your mind.” he turned to you as you walked side by side, you turned away and smiled to yourself.

cute. you BOTH thought.

he thought your smile cute, and you thought his action was cute.

maybe you could get used to this?

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a/n: getting my new phones tmr!! so maybe i’ll be more active , lmk if i should do a part 2 to this :)

tl : @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii

[bakubunny]

daddy’s right here

pairing: daddy!pro hero bakugou x little!fem reader

wc: 1.0k

summary: katsuki finds you sleeping with a pacifier one morning. he tries to figure out his feelings and eventually tells you it’s okay.

tags: aged up characters, daddy!bakugou, pro hero!bakugou, little!reader, fem!reader, caregiver/little dynamic, age play, comfort fluff, bkg is a softie he’s just bad at it

a/n: another shoutout to @heartofjasmina. i’d never even considered writing daddy!bakugou until i saw them write him so well. though i don’t see him having a natural inclination towards cg/l, this is how i think it might come about if it did.

Katsuki came over to yours in the early morning after a long night shift with flowers. He hadn’t had much time to see you lately, and he was aching to be in your presence. So, exhausted and still in his hero costume, he made it happen. His plan was to surprise you with a spotless kitchen and a hot breakfast.

He trimmed the flower stems, put them in a vase, and was about to quietly set them on your dresser when he saw you knocked out cold with a large lavender pacifier between your lips, hanging halfway out. His stomach and his cheeks burned hot. Katsuki’s first instinct was to run a hand over your head, but he didn’t. He backed out quietly and left the flowers in the kitchen before taking a shower to clear his head.

******

A pacifier. A fucking pacifier. What the hell was he supposed to make of that?

Katsuki sighed with furrowed brows as he took another sip of coffee. Eijirou sat with him in their shared kitchen.

“I know you will, but just… try to be gentle,” he said. “Having had these conversations in a relationship myself - and having them go very poorly - she’s probably gonna be pretty embarrassed, and she may get scared and try to hide it from you.”

Katsuki nodded, staring into his coffee as steam curled from the cup.

“Littles can be pretty sensitive, and they get misunderstood, so-”

“What can be huh?” Katsuki spat out. He hadn’t meant it to sound harsh, but he was struggling to grapple with everything.

Eijirou gave him an empathetic look. “Littles. Age play. That’s what it’s called. It could be age regression which is kinda different, but only she can tell you which it is.”

“I’m gonna fuck this up so bad,” Katsuki groaned. “I don’t have a fucking clue about any of this….”

He’d really only told Eijirou because he knew his best friend might have insight. At some point during their early days as roommates, Katsuki came home early to see Eijirou wearing a fucking collar. It led to a few awkward conversations and a lot of questions on Katsuki’s part, but it made living together easier when they were able to be open with each other.

“I’ll tell you what I know, but looking online is gonna be a bigger help,” Eijirou said. “Honestly, bro, it might not go as badly as you think. I know you like to pretend you’re not, but you’re a bit of a softie. And it’s obviously something she really likes about you. Just be yourself. Show that you’re not rejecting her. That’ll be enough.”

“Yeah. Yeah…” he replied with another nod.

Eijirou had that look on his face that Katsuki hated - like he’d figured something out before Katsuki did, but wasn’t going to say it. Ei was terrible at hiding anything.

“The fuck is that look for? Why are you staring at me like that? It’s fucking weird,” Katsuki said defensively.

For once, Eijirou didn’t try to deny it. He shook his head with a grin. “You’ll figure it out, Kats.”

Katsuki felt hot again, and he hated it. “Fuck off, man,” he said as he stood up and downed the last of his mug. “I’m gonna go workout.”

******

Sitting next to you on the couch was supposed to be relaxing, but Katsuki’s body felt grossly heavy. His heart was in his throat. He had to get this over with.

“Hey, angel, can we talk?” Katsuki asked. He felt your body go stiff under his arm. “‘S not bad.”

You relaxed only slightly. Maybe it was a shift in the air, but something had been hanging over Katsuki for a couple of weeks. And he’d been acting differently, too - making an effort to be sweeter, more loving. It was strange, and at this point you had to wonder if something was wrong.

“Of course, always. What’s up?”

“So - the other day when, um, breakfast. Uh. I made breakfast. And I bought flowers n shit. I was gonna leave them on your dresser like always. And I… I saw your-”

Fear struck through your heart and your eyes went wide. Your stomach was in knots. You’d thought it was odd he hadn’t left them where he usually does, but didn’t think much of it at the time. Now it made you feel sick.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise,” you said. “You don’t have to say anything, I know it’s really weird and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and-”

Hot tears were already springing into the corners of your eyes as Katsuki took your face in his hands and kissed you.

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’,” he said. He pulled you onto his lap facing him and pulled you in again tenderly. When the kiss broke, he wrapped his arms around you and took refuge in your shoulder, much like you did in his. He squeezed you tightly and took a deep breath.

“I don’t… I don’t understand a lot of this shit, but I’m tryin’ to. I want to. I been doin’ a ton of reading and - and I wanted to tell you it’s okay. I’m okay with it,” Katsuki said. His voice fell to a mumble, barely audible. “You - Y’don’t have to be scared, babygirl. Daddy’s right here.”

Your cheeks burned. Your heart pounded. “W-what did you say?”

Katsuki called you a lot of things. Babygirl was not one of them.

He pulled away with a sigh, eyes shut tight.

“I said it‘s okay. It doesn’t bother me,” he repeated.

“No, the other part,” you replied.

Katsuki’s hands gripped a little tighter as his eyes met yours. “You don’t have to be scared. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“But… d-… daddy?” you said hesitantly. You watched his face turn red.

He hadn’t been entirely sure about it before, but he was now. The sweet cadence of your voice and the tentative look in your eye grabbed his heart, and he was hooked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “That’s right, babygirl, you heard me. Daddy’s right here.”

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[drakoneve]

Long Run

request: Just something cute and sweet for tig with a gn reader, please? Anything, bro I'm starved.

pairing: Tig Trager x gn!reader

word count: 600+

warnings: mention of a cartel? typical club shit

a/n: I LOVVVEEEEE this man <333

Three years into your relationship with Tig, you should be more than used to long club runs. And, for the most part, you handled the separation well.

You could keep yourself busy with work, chores, and upkeep at the clubhouse with Gemma and Tara while the boys were gone but this work would only last so long.

Tiggy kept in contact as much as he could on the road with calling in between stops and in the evenings while on your drive home. There was the old "what happens on the road stays on the road" club rule, but since the beginning of your relationship Tig made a promise to be loyal to you and he'd yet to break it.

You'd known his reputation with men and women of loving and leaving them before ever getting involved with him, and so you'd made him promise.

This run is different, however.

The club made a special trip to Santo Padre on a favor to Marcus Alvares to help the local Mayans in town handle some cartel business, and before anyone knew it their one week in Santo Padre had turned into three.

It's why tonight you sat alone in the home you shared with Tig, cuddled up in blankets on his side of the bed watching old Criminal Minds reruns.

Being on his side of the bed, resting your head on the pillow seeming infused with Tig's favorite cologne (the one you'd been getting him since your first anniversary together), brought you the comfort of Tig while he was gone.

After several episodes and half a bag of popcorn later you'd finally begun to dose off when you heard it... the soft rumblings of an approaching motorcycle.

Out of habit you reached for the spare gun in the drawer of Tig's nightstand. Before him you had never shot a gun, but after the incident with Tara and Margaret being kidnapped incited Tig to teach you to defend yourself, which meant being able to use a gun if necessary.

You crept your way into the living room to peek out from behind the window curtains to see exactly who it was pulling up in your driveway.

Even though his helmet covered most of his hair, you could see Tig's small curls poking out the bottom, unruly as ever. He shuts his bike off and begins to remove his helmet and you decide you just can't take it anymore.

You abandon the gun in your hand on one of the couch end tables before heading out the door, barefoot and wearing one of Tig's shirts.

Tig raises his head when he hears the door, confused at first, but his gorgeous smile overtakes him as he realizes it's you coming for him.

You go as fast as your legs will carry you, throwing yourself against Tig's broad chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. His arms follow suit, wrapping around you and pulling you up off the ground for a moment before setting you back down, yet his arms don't release you.

"What are you doin' awake at this hour, baby?" he asks, voice muffled in your hair as he breathes you in. "You've got work tomorrow. Well, today, actually."

"Missed you," you confessed into his chest. Finally you bring yourself to pull away slightly, taking in Tig's face.

The bags under his eyes were slightly more defined than when you last saw him, but his blues sparkled down at you with excitement.

"You've been gone far too long, Tiggy," you scold playfully. "I don't think I'm letting you leave me ever again. I don't like it."

His blue eyes flicker over your face as his hands cup either side. "I don't wanna be away from you either, baby. You're everything."

Tig pulls you into a soft kiss. He never moves his hands from your face as he pulls away just slightly, resting his forehead against your own.

"Let's go inside, doll." Tig peppers kisses across your face. "I'm in desperate need of some lovin' from my baby, okay?"

"Mmm," you hum, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. "I can't exactly say 'no' to that, can I?"

[dragon-watcher03]

I am a simple woman with simple tastes.

All I want is that when my crush rejects me, Kung Lao, Bi-han and Smoke are there to comfort me and to tell me 'if he doesn't want you, then I'll keep you'

(and yes, this is a request for some headcannons, please 🙏 and thank you 🥰)

Damn, aight then. (sorry it took me so long to answer this-)

Mk1 x Reader who got rejected

Ft: Kung Lao, Sub-Zero, Smoke

Note: I have been suffering from writer's block recently so for those who sent me requests, it might take a while for them to be answered.

Kung Lao

Bro was flabbergasted. Like the "what kind of idiot would reject you?" kinda flabbergasted.

He tells you they didn't deserve you anyway, and that you deserved someone who would dedicate all their time to you and love you with every fiber of their body, like him.

He thinks he's far more deserving of you than that douch who had the balls to reject a wonderful person like you. And deep down, he's happy they rejected you so now he can have you all to himself.

But he knows you're not in the right mindset to make that decision right now. Right now, he needs to reassure you that they didn't deserve you and you deserve someone better.

He'd wait a few weeks at most before confessing to you, he thinks that's the right amount of time to wait.

And when you accept his feelings he's extremely happy that you finally got over that person.

Now, whenever he sees them in public, he wraps his arm around you and smirks like he's showing them what they just lost.

Sub-Zero

He honestly wasn't surprised, no weakling like them could handle a beautiful, kind, caring, hard-working person like you. He doesn't tell you that though, he just stands there awkwardly as you rant to him about how they rejected you.

He's also a little happy they rejected you, so now you can realize your worth and see that you deserve better. He's not very emotional when you tell him, he's very good at hiding them.

He might pat your back to try and comfort you but overall he isn't really good at this kinda stuff. No one usually comes to him for comfort and they don't teach them how to do it in the Lin Kuei, so he just listens to you talk, and sometimes he'll pat your back or shoulder, but that's about it.

He probably waits a few months until he confesses to you, and he does it over a letter because he's too shy to say it to your face.

And when you accept his feelings, he lets out a sigh of relief and for the first time, he'll smile at you softly.

When he sees your ex-crush in public, he'll give them a death glare and grab your hip with one hand.

Smoke

He'd be very understanding and supportive when you come to him.

He offers you a cup of tea and sits you down and tells you to let it all out. So you do. And he listens to every word intently.

But deep down, he's celebrating over the fact that he still has a chance with you. But he'll never share this with anyone. Ever.

He's rubbing your back with one hand and will offer you a hug that lasts quite a long time, saying that it isn't your fault and you should focus on yourself for the time being.

He'd probably also wait a couple months before confessing to you, but he'd be spending those months with you as you work on yourself.

And when you do accept his confession, he's ecstatic and relieved. He's a very touchy lover, especially when around your ex-crush. He won't stare at them but he will make sure they know what they lost.

[weebswrites]

Lucifer x GN!MC - Lucifer's First (wc: 1788) I saw a post saying that there's no way the bros are anywhere near the level of dominance we typically write them as during Nightbringer bc they literally Just fell from the Celestial Realm. Unless you're telling me Michael let them fuck there is no way any of them have done a single act of sin so I will be taking my darling Lucifer and we will be having our first kiss (and more in a reblog soon) thank you very much

Reluctantly, Lucifer had agreed to have lunch with you. You'd been asking for days - subtly, of course (at least to you).

This was the demon you were in love with. You'd shared long nights together completing paperwork and assignments side by side, as well as nights having the best sex of either of your lives. Being sent back in time was tearing you apart. You missed the Lucifer that held you as you fell asleep after a long day, even when he had a mountain of paperwork with a looming deadline. The Lucifer that knew your favorite tea, that walked you back to the HoL after school every day. You missed the way his lips would brush yours, hesitating for just a moment before kissing you with a passion you knew was incapable of description. You missed what came after that.

But you knew, and Solomon had spent days reminding (and consoling) you, that this was not that Lucifer. It was weird. You knew things about him that he didn't, that he wouldn't for centuries to come. It felt like you had to carefully plan each thing you said, as to not reveal you were from the future.

Despite all this: the secret knowledge, the memories yet to be made, and the growing urge you had to throw yourself into his arms, you wanted more. To be in a room with him, even having to be so mindful, was better than nothing. So finally, after days of bargaining, here you were. Seated across from the love of your life in his office, food and hot tea between you.

You found yourself getting lost staring at him. It was during one of these moments when he finally addressed it.

"MC. I know you've been very enthusiastic about having this lunch, but must you spend it staring at me?" he put his tea down and looked back at you, "Surely you have something you want to talk about..."

He was clearly giving you the space to talk, and not acknowledge the staring, which you gladly took.

"Oh! Yeah, I was actually wondering," your brain was moving so fast you thought he'd be able to see the gears turning through your eyes. "If you'd heard anything from Diavolo about the school?"

Lucifer's gaze remained unchanged, and almost as if he was waiting for you to say more.

"He said he wants it to educate the demons that live here, right? How would he decide who'll teach? And what to teach?"

Lucifer sat back in his chair a bit, a sign you knew meant he had something important to say. You mirrored the action, bringing your tea cup with you.

"He's been wondering the same thing, actually. With no previous and consistent forms of education, how do we decide who's qualified to teach? His thought so far is...us."

You couldn't hide the shock from your face. There was no way you could teach; you weren't even a demon! Luckily, Lucifer kept talking before your thoughts could spiral.

"Don't worry, I put a quick stop to that" he said, clearly having noticed your panic. "His next thought was asking friends of this father's if they'd be willing. They don't all have the most progressive attitude, but he thinks some of them would definitely be give it a shot. So that's our start. He was going to update you at the next official meeting."

You thought for a second before responding. You didn't know much about the intricacies of RAD's founding, something you wished you would have done more research on now that you were here.

"I think that's a good idea. As long as we go to the right people, or demons, first, we should have a strong backing for opening the school."

Lucifer nodded, "I agree. We can work on that list of demons not people at the meeting" he smirked to you as he lifted his tea cup, sending a fiery blush to your face. The rest of lunch consisted of small talk, you asking questions to 'learn' more about the eldest brother, and him giving basic responses. He asked a few questions about your history as well, which surprised you more than it should have. He did fall in love with you, too, after all.

"Well, I have paperwork to get to, if you don't mind I'd like to be alone now"

You smiled, "Only if you'll walk me to the door"

His eyes met yours before his smile joined it, and the two of you walked to the large wooden door of his office.

"Thanks for agreeing to this, Lucifer, I appreciate it"

"It wasn't nearly as...boring...as I thought" he half-teased.

You laughed at his honesty, and he couldn't help but crack a smile too. Your eyes met, and your heart ached. It was in moments like these when you wanted nothing more than to feel the strong safety of his arms. In an instant, your brain replayed the nights of loneliness you'd spent here, wishing for any ounce of Lucifer to help you fall asleep.

Before your brain was fully back from the memories, you were on your toes, leaning into Lucifer and wrapping your arms underneath his. His body stiffened, but you couldn't have pulled away if you tried. He smelt the same as he did in your time, and you felt more at home than you had since the moment you suddenly found yourself here. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his shoulder, and after a few seconds, you felt his arms wrap around you too.

You let out a breath into his chest, and like on cue, his arms tightened around you, returning the hug.

"Lucifer" you whispered into him, trying to memorize everything about this moment.

"I don't know why I feel so...drawn to you, MC. But I do. It's the first thing I've ever been unsure of."

You pulled back a bit to look at him, both of your arms still intertwined around each other.

"Even when I rebelled against Michael, I knew it was the right thing to do. It was what I believed in, and even knowing the chaos it would cause, I knew I had to do it."

You looked into his eyes, trying not to let tears well as he opened his heart to you. It was rare to talk about his falling in your time, so his willingness to confide in you was a moment that struck your heart.

"But you. You come out of nowhere, and are so invested in my life, and my brothers' lives. Why? I don't get it, and I don't get why I feel so compelled to let you. To accept you into our new home and let you form bonds with each of them," he paused for a moment, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes, "To let you form a bond with me."

You kissed him. His words filled your heart with such pure emotion, you didn't know how to express your love and gratitude in anything except a kiss. So you leaned in, softly pressing your lips to his as one of your hands moved to his hair.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, tensing again in surprise. But his hands tightened around your waist, and he didn't pull away. You kept your lips pressed to his, and in a moment, he returned the kiss.

It was nothing like the Lucifer from your time, but it was Lucifer. His kiss was messy and he struggled to match what your lips were doing. This was unexpected, but then it clicked. He was freshly fallen from the Celestial Realm. He'd probably never kissed anyone before. Or at least not much.

You smiled against him, and he kissed your smile. "Lucifer" you whispered, and he opened his eyes to look at you.

"Lucifer, was that your first kiss?"

For the first time outside of the confines of the bedroom, you saw him blush. The tops of his cheeks turned a light pink, and his eyes quickly fell to the floor.

His lack of immediate denial was answer enough, and you gently raised his chin with your index finger and thumb and brought your lips together again.

It was smoother already, him matching your rhythm quickly, hands holding you close. He moaned into your mouth at the same time you moaned into his, the mutual desire becoming clear.

"MC" he whispered against your lips, "I..."

He trailed off, unsure of what to say or what to do.

You wanted to pour your heart out. To tell him everything that had happened, and about the memories the two of you would one day make. But Solomon’s voice popped into your head, and you knew that would only make things worse, so you took a breath before talking.

“All I know is that kissing you is the only thing I’ve been able to think about since I got here,” you laughed a bit embarrassed, “But I realized just now that this is new territory. I don’t want to rush you into anything you aren’t ready for, but-”

He kissed you before you could get another word out. It was a single kiss, and only on about half your mouth, but it made your heart do a backflip nonetheless. “MC, I am terribly out of my element. You’ve clearly done this…had a relationship like this before. And I haven’t.” You were amazed at his honesty, but his Pride was something he’d learned to put aside for you in the future. Maybe he was already learning how to do it here, too. “I hadn’t thought about kissing you. Honestly, I hadn’t thought about kissing at all until the moment your lips were on mine. But now, I know it’s all I’m going to be thinking about.”

His eyes held yours, as if waiting for you to finish his thought.

“You’re a demon now. Your body might want things that it hadn’t as an angel, and your mind might not like that” you cringed at how much you sounded like a middle school health teacher, but persisted, hoping it would help Lucifer feel more at ease. “I’m willing to do anything you’re comfortable with. And we can learn along the way.”

Equally as embarrassed as you, he smiled. “Thank you. I’d like to kiss some more, if that’s okay.”

You had to restrain a laugh, the mental image of the Lucifer in your time seeing the Lucifer of now was something you’d definitely be telling him when you got back to the present. But for now, you cupped his face in your hands and nodded, leaning in and kissing him again.

–

A/N: PART TWO WILL BE UP AS SOON AS I’M DONE WRITING IT!! no v cards will be taken but things will get steamy >:)

[itoshi-s]

I'll give you 1 rabbit hole to go down... Pussy inspections with step-bro or long distance bf and any (i do mean any i can see all of them doing this tbh) character bc they are all filthy for reader making sure she is clean and messy for only one person in this world and she aint afraid to show her dedication bc she loves them with all her heart, mind and body

anon im so sorry i kept this in the ask box for so long BUT i just .. i just cannot comprehend this ....... THIS MADE ME SO FERAL pls each and every time i scrolled past this i was abt to scream 😭😭 i also can see MANY of the bllk boys doing this ,,please i feel like all of them are so obsessive in a relationship:((( BUT u know DAMN WELL that my absoluuuteeee fav to think of with stepcest is rinnie baby 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。 ok lemme expand

cw: stepcest, nsfw 17- and ageless blogs dni !

you've always been close with rin - the bond between you so much stronger than the one between you and the older itoshi brother - glued to him by the hip at all times, tugging along to watch the brothers practice and play. sae's four years older than you and finds it a bit harder to get along with you as well as he does with rin, probably because you just don't share any passion or hobby, but you're honestly okay with that! cause rin is always with u instead, making sure you're never left out.

sae leaving for spain and coming back a whole other person doesn't leave you unscathed, though, and watching rin close up on himself and grow so bitter hurts you sm :( your heart aches for your nii chan and u make sure to always, always give him all the support he needs - even if the ways turn a little... inappropriate, different from all the many ways siblings can show their appreciation to each other - but it's okay. he makes it feel just fine, like this is how it should've been all along <3 it's not like you're bound by blood - your parents took you in when you were a baby, yeah, and you two were growing up together just like all the other families - but your stepbrother treats you so well, and looks so good for you always, better than any of these boys that try to get your attention at school. nothing can possibly come between you two and rin makes sure to show it right <3

even when he's signed to a club overseas, all the way over in europe, and his name is worth millions, rin makes sure you're the very first thing he checks up on when he lands back in japan. you, his prettiest little sister, always looking so sweet as you welcome him home <3

"'ve you been good for me, love?" you tremble at rin's firm touch on the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart to get a better look of your soaked through, white silk panties.

your chest heaves, a quick nod of your head looking so desperate, he finds it hard not to smile.

"yes, nii-chan," you sound breathy, needy as your hips buck up just slightly. goosebumps rise along your skin, smooth and soft, and your stepbrother eases his large palms over it, fingers just slightly flexing on the flesh. "been thinking 'bout you everyday, rinnie."

teal eyes look up and bore into yours, a spark behind his gaze that you know so well and missed seeing so much over the time he was away in france. "hmm, were you?" he teases, a ghost of a smile on his lips as your hips squirm upon his palm cupping your heat through the flimsy material. "did you do anything about it?"

the inquiry makes you whine, cheeks feeling hot as you shake your head. of course not. you were his good girl, his good little sister. of course you'd never. he's the only one allowed to touch and pleasure your sweet little pussy - and he knows you're well aware of it, but can't deny himself to see the flustered look on your features.

"good girl," rin coos, hooking his index and middle finger behind the crotch of your panties and pushing them to the side. the sight of slick clinging to your folds, clit swollen and throbbing for any crumb of attention, is more than enough to make him groan under his breath.

anticipation makes your chest swell, throat tightening as you watch as he eases the underwear off, letting it pool around your ankle as he kneels closer to the edge of the bed. you start moaning even before his tongue comes in contact with your heat - the long wait making you so desperate that it takes just a hot breath across your pussy to make you mewl.

his nose knocks against your clit as he stuffs his mouth full of you, tongue lapping up all of the wetness that threatens to spill, and you taste just as sweet as he remembers. he moans, the sound vibrating against your heat as you grab fistfuls of black hair.

"nii-chan-" it's sinful, but sounds so good - so right.

his breath hitches in his throat at the little cries of yours. they ring in his ears, make his eyelashes flutter and hands grab at your ass to pull you even further towards him, until he feels your thighs twitch around his head and the heels of your feet digging against his shoulder blades.

no matter how much time passes, he's always going to be the best big brother you could ever have. your lover, the sweetest you could ever dream of and the only one you'll ever wish for. and even if his little checks up on you and the tight pussy he loves so much make you wish the earth could swallow you whole - the embarrassment too much to handle - you know it's only for the best, and look forward to it anyway.

you'll be done with college soon, and rin's already putting up a room for you in his paris penthouse, giddy with excitement at the thought of his pretty little sister moving back in with him - just like it's always been. but you don't need to worry! he will make sure to keep your little routine up either way, cause his imouto deserves to be taken care of <3

[fullsunised]

Hey <3 Can you please do a first kiss with NCT dream imagine? Think it would be cute.

𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠²¹: 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗦

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: suggestive

a/n: bro I actually had this idea, didn't do it because I figured a lot of writers would've done it before. anyways, hope this is it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he has been thinking about you non stop, like 24/7, 365 days. thinking about how it felt to hold you close, how it felt to have you around him, how it felt to wake up next to you, how it felt to touch those soft pink lips of your's. he's taking about it with johnny, jaehyun and everyone in existence around him, because as much as he'd love to have you romantically, he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two shared. 

after much pushing from nct dream, 127 and everyone he had ever consulted, he finally decides to do it. 

"uh..I have something to tell you. Can I play a song for you?"

has all the chords, and everything prepared cause it's do or die. you'd shut your eyes, enjoying his sweet voice and the music, until all the noise suddenly stops. you open your eyes then, looking at him who had his fingers crossed. you tilt your head to the side, confused but also finding all this adorable asf.

"Can I umm...kiss you, please?"

he'd be so respectful about it. when you nod, he's leaning in pressing his lips against your's. the first few seconds would be awkward. your lips would be just stuck together, no movement whatsoever, and then you move your lips softly against his, he replicates your gesture cupping your cheeks.

first kiss with him feels like the sky during sunset, fierce yet calm. it's reassuring, so much that you could entrust your all to him. he treats you like a doll, a delicate one at that, making sure everything and anything he does doesn't make you uncomfy.

such a cutie.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

boy wouldn't even think about kissing you, cause in his mind you were his and he was your's. but when his members bring the question up, he's suddenly wondering. ways to ask you out and that.

you two would be sitting on the couch, watching a random Disney film that you paid little to no attention to. your legs would be all tangled up, the close proximity increasing your heart rate but none of you would say anything. when it was time for you to leave, he would hear all the words his members have ever said to him replay in his head.

would take you by surprise by grabbing your face, and pressing his lips against your's. you'd yelp softly, using your hands around his waist to stabilise yourself. and you kiss, successfully.

renjun didn't want to admit to himself but that was the best feeling ever. he hated himself for missing out on feeling your lips for so long, just because he was a delusional shit.

"that was great!". smiling from ear to ear- both of you equally. he'd lead you back inside, and after that there is a mandatory sleep over with smooches, pecks and kisses floating in the air.

first kiss with him feels like fireworks exploding inside your soul. he would pour all the love he had prepared all this time into your first kiss, giving you more to cherish and less to ask in return.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

there was always a bit of sexual tension between you two. even if you didn't acknowledge it as such, it was still floating around everytime you were close to each other. it was very bothersome to the rest of the dreamies, which is why they came up with a plan to lock you two in a room.

it would be really awkward at first, both of you standing on the opposite sides of the room, not knowing what to do. you'd take the initiative to ask them to open the door, but of course they would never listen would they.

meanwhile, he is contemplating his options. what would be the worst thing to happen right now, if he were to kiss you? he'd go over his options over and over, again and again before deciding to go for it. if it went wrong, he'd loose you, but he knows it's worth trying.

because you were calling for help outside, your front is against the door, your voice screaming. he'd turn you around pressing your back against the door. taking your cheeks in his, he'd lean in. realising what was happening you'd close your eyes ready for his soft lips on your's.

"Uh..I like you, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

first kiss with him, is rough, passionate because he has to give you everything he held himself back from all this time. it's the feeling of never getting enough and wanting more.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

playful banter. that's all that would be happening between you guys. flirting is a must, haechan was an open flirt, and you were able to match his energy as equally. you two would be seated in the comfort of your couch, the sounds of thunder roaring outside.

playing some game together, facing each other. it would all be a playful banter. "the looser has to kiss the winner", he would propose. you'd look at him weirdly. "How would that benefit the winner?", you question. he shurgs setting everything up.

taking him up on his challenge, you begin playing. the game would continue on for about an hour or so, you'd grow increasingly frustrated ready to loose the game. and you do. he'd look at you smirking, puckering his lips up like a little shit.

rolling your eyes with a small blush on your face, you use to hands to support yourself and connect your lips together. you'd be damned to think it was that easy with him, he's moving away, looking away doing everything to playfully avoid your lips. done with him, you'd grab his chin, and finally connect your lips together.

"you cannot resist me, can you? now do that again"

first kiss with him is playful, childish, it's like revisiting your days in school, crushing on someone so hard that when you finally kiss him, it all feels worth it.

my favourite idiot.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

mutual pinning would be a must with you two. it's so painfully obvious you two like each other, but no one was confident enough to make a move. well, you two act like a couple even if you weren't so, in the end its all the same to you to.

he'd be cooking in the kitchen, you sitting on the counter watching him work his magic. you know he's making the move when he's eyeing you the whole time, subtly to see how your mood has been, just in case it doesn't turn bitter.

would slip up in between your legs (not in a dirty way ;)) anyways, would hold the sides of your thighs, leaning in, even though he wants to slam his lips onto your's, desperately craving your intimate affection, he'd still be respectful enough.

his lips would hover over your's, words of permission leaving him. "Can I?". you'd nod shyly, stealing your eyes away from his. he'd chuckle against your lips (SO HOT BRO STOP), holding your chin and kissing you.

he's slow with it. loves the way your lips taste like your watermelon chapstick. you're arms around around his neck, pulling him closer, literally wanting him inside your skin.

"You taste addicting, my love"

first kiss with him is comforting. like rushing back to find comfort in the arms of the person you love the most. would treat you like a princess, the one that deserves everything in this world.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

with him, it's different. you almost like him as much as you almost dislike him. it's more of a hate love dynamic between you two. so when you were making food for him after loosing a bet, you'd find yourself irritated by how much he's talking and making fun of you.

strings of words, and chuckles and laughs leave him the whole time, so much that you swore to god you'd to anything to shut his ass up. that's when the idea of actually shutting him up for good striked you out. why can't you kiss him? you were sure to yourself, you liked him a little atleast when he's not being annoying and that.

walking to him, who was seated on one of the kitchen islands, you held his chin, and pressed your lips against his- definetly shutting him up for good, or maybe even breaking his brain in the process because it takes him a whole lot of 5 seconds to respond to the kiss and kiss you back.

a blushing mess later, because he didn't just see you win against him. would be stuttering the whole time cause bro he's just taken aback, flustered every thing that would express surprise.

"That's so unfair"

first kiss with him would be cotton candy, the tastes of your chapsticks mixed together, creating something special only you two would be able to cherish long.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

you two had started dating a few months ago, but both of you were very shy to initiate any sort of skinship, you were kids in the world of relationship after all. it would be a very normal day, both of you sprawled across the floor playing video games together.

fighting to beat each other. he enjoyed being around you, you bought calm into his always noisy heart. because he was about to loose he'd come up with a plan to snatch your controller away from you, and hold it high in the air.

of course, you had to get it back and win otherwise what was the point of existing really. you'd stretch your hands out, reaching to hold the controller or even touch it, but it was him, with his long hands he pushed it the farthest he can.

before you realised, through your fighting, you were on one of his thighs. embarrassed, you were about to get off and leave the room but he held you back by holding your wrist. taking in the fact that he was leaning closer, you closes your eyes and waited for him to connect your lips.

"I was waiting months to do that"

first kiss with him is patience. the need to have each other close all the time, it's the love he had stored for you pouring out after long.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[cas-skz]

Guilty Pleasure

Chan x Fem!reader + Han x Fem!reader

| non-idol au | second part to this fic |

18+!! MDNI plz&thnx

warnings: oral, choking, use of vibrator, unprotected sex, partner sharing, double penetration, anal, creampie

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :]

writers note: tbh every since Chan said he used baby wipes for drool, I’ve been low key teasing him and using them in other ways. Also I gave up at the end cause I’ve been working on this for like a week and I just want to be done lmaooo okkkkkkk I LOVE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY

cas xx

“How am I sitting?” Chan asked, plopping himself on the floor of your and Han’s bedroom in nothing but his boxers.

“How am I sitting?” Chan asked, plopping himself on the floor of your and Han’s bedroom in nothing but his boxers.

“Side to the mirror. I’m gonna sit on your lap and it’s just gonna be our silhouettes.”

You finished setting up the camera, making sure it was connected to your clicker, ready to start taking pictures for your photography class assignment.

You had spent most of the day making a 9 picture collage, editing and adding small details to bring it together. It was just missing a center piece; and that’s where Chan came in.

You sat yourself between his legs, scooting close together so you lined up with the mirror and camera.

“Okay, I think we’re good to go,” You say, throwing the robe you had on behind you.

“Whoa.” Chan whispered, his eyes scanning the lace black babydoll you were wearing, “You look really good in that,”

You glanced down at your outfit, adjusting your boobs a bit. “Thank you. Han got it for me for our anniversary.”

With one swift motion, Chan pulled you onto his lap before looking in the mirror and messing his hair a bit.

You cleared your throat, looking into his eyes for a long moment. “Kiss me.”

He leaned in slowly, cupping your cheek and gently kissing your lips.

After snapping a few pictures of your soft make out, you slowly pull your lips from Chan’s, feeling your cheeks flush deep red.

You were so used to only kissing Han that you’d forgotten what it was like to have a first kiss with someone. The electric feeling that rang through your body, the taste of someone new.

Your panties were already starting to feel wet, and his semi hard erection below didn’t help.

“Kiss me like you want me, Channie.”

Chan locked eyes with you, a small smile pulling at the edge of his lips as he grabbed your jaw, roughly kissing you.

You moaned into the kiss, your hand mindlessly clicking pictures as you focused on controlling yourself.

His lips moved hungrily against yours before travelling down to your neck, where he sucked gently at your skin.

They moved to your breasts next, kissing across them before returning to your lips.

Your mouth parted slightly as his tongue started to fight with yours, your hips rolled against his as his arms held you close.

The sound of the apartment door startled you, “I think we got the shot” You say breathlessly, sliding off his lap.

“Hey, did you guys finish with pictures yet?” Han asked from the kitchen.

You pulled yourself from the ground, quickly turning to grab your robe. “Yea babe, we finishing up.”

Chan let out an audible moan from behind you, “Did you really have to bend over in front of me after that?” He chuckled

Han danced into the room seconds later, a goofy smile taking over his face as he sang. “My baby looks sexy tonight.”

He started to strip his day clothes off, looking down at Chan curiously. “Struggling bro?”

Chan pointed at you, “Blame her.” It was obvious he was trying to handle his erection.

“Yea, she does have that effect doesn’t she.” Han said with a smirk, motioning for you to come to him.

“Take care of him, I’ll be back for you.” Han whispered, kissing your cheek before smacking your butt and heading towards the bathroom.

When you turned around, Chan had made his way to his feet, his hands covering his crotch.

“You know we’ve seen each other naked, right?” You laugh, chewing your lip you walked towards him.

Chan laughed shyly, “Yea, still rude just to have it poking out if we’re not,” he made a little ‘you know’ head motion.

You smiled softly, running your hand over his chest, “but we can.”

He watched as you slowly leaned down, your eyes staying locked with his as you got to your knees.

Your hand pushed his out of the way, revealing his large bulge. “I forgot how big you were.” You say shyly, your hand running up his shaft to the top of his boxers to yank them off.

His cock flung free, almost hitting you in the face. You hummed happily as you grasped it in your hand, bringing it to your lips as you ran your tongue along both sides.

Chan gathered all your hair in his hand, watching as your head started to bob, switching between shallow and deep strokes.

You couldn’t help yourself, letting your hand slide between your legs to rub your clit.

“Get up.” Chan ordered after a few minutes, his eyes now dark with desire.

His hand was around your neck before you fully stood up, pulling you the rest of the way before pressing his lips roughly into yours.

You moaned into the kiss, your fingers gripping at his waist as his hand moved to the back of your head, deepening the kiss even more.

The only sexual encounter you had with Chan was when he walked in on your and Han and Han invited him to join. This was the first time you were both initiating, and it was thrilling.

Chan quickly pulled away, looking down at you hungrily. “Where’s your vibrator?” He asked, turning you around and leaning you over the bed.

“Wh-what?” You asked in a laugh. You had no idea he knew about it.

Chan leaned over your, his cock hot against your ass. “Please, you’re not that quiet and neither is your friend. Where is it?”

You leaned up on your knees and crawled up the bed, pulling a silk bag from behind the top of the mattress.

“You use this when Hannie isn’t here, don’t you?” Chan asked, laying you on your back as he took the massage wand from the bag.

You nodded shyly, watching as he started the wand, “He doesn’t know I have it..”

Chan pushed his tongue in his cheek, huffing a laugh as he played with the settings. “Cute.”

He pressed it against your clothed clit, sending a vibration throughout your body.

You could already feel your release dripping down, cursing a moan as he watched your body react.

“So pretty.” He praised, moving the fabric of your panties to one side. He dipped a finger into your entrance, pumping slowly as he turned up the wand.

Chan lifted himself over you, readjusting so he could kiss you,

Your lips worked lazily against his, your head already fuzzy from the adrenaline running through your veins.

He moved his lips to your neck, slowing the vibrator, “Do you think about me when you play with this?” He whispered, planking a wet kiss just under your ear.

You whined quietly, gripping onto the hand he had supporting himself.

“Tell me.” Chan said, setting the vibrator on your stomach and using his hand to tease your entrance with his cock.

He quickly moved to the edge of the bed, standing up and yanking you down to him. He threw your legs apart, pulling off your panties.

You screamed in pleasure as he pounded his cock into your throbbing entrance, “Do you think about me when you cum?”

Chan leaned back down to you, placing the vibrator back on your clit as he gently kissed your lips. “Cause I think about you.”

You couldn’t hold back a snarky smile, grabbing his chin to keep his eyes on you as you pushed into your climax, “Why do you think I’ve been so loud ever since we fucked?”

You pushed your hips down into him, using his length to ride out your orgasm.

Chan threw the vibrator towards the headboard, his hands gripped your head as he slammed into you.

“Yes Chan - Fuck yes, right there.” You moaned, you body starting to shake under his. You hid your face in the knook of his neck, making an attempt to quiet your screams.

His hips came to a stop, “Shit,” he hissed, pulling away and standing back up as his cock twitched inside you, coating your walls with thick cum.

Your breathing started to calm, “Don’t tell me you waited this long and that’s all you got Channie?” You teased, rolling out from under him.

You pushed off the bed, strutting over to him, your combined releases dripping down your legs. “What a mess you made.”

“Are you going to clean it up?”

He huffed a laugh, grabbing your waist and pulling you close, lifting your leg over his hip. “When I’m done with you.” Chan breathed, thrusting up into you.

Your walls immediately clenched around his length, each stroke making you feel more and more euphoric.

You didn’t even hear Han enter the room. His hands rested on the back of your hips, surprising you. “Why do you always look so good when he fucks you?”

You reached behind to hold onto Han, “That’s cause you can’t see how hot we look fucking. Channie might be giving you a run for you money though.” You teased, waving a finger for him to kiss you.

“Sorry.” Chan laughed, “You want him?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he continued to thrust.

You pouted against Han’s lips, “Why can’t I have both.”

Han squeezed your ass cheek, a dark laugh sending shivers down your spine. “A bucket list item? And it’s not even a special occasion.”

Han’s lips started to work at your neck, biting and sucking at your skin.

“Channie..” you moaned, lifting your other leg from the ground and leaning into Han, “Can Hannie fuck me too?” 

Chan looked at Han, who was already lining himself up to penetrate. “Hmm, of course he can. You’re his girl after-all.”

“His girl, and your guilty pleasure?” You smirk, letting out a whine as you felt Han push inside, your holes feeling full.

Both boys moaned as they thrusted, their lips on both sides of your neck and shoulders. Your fingers gripped at whatever they could find, body weak as it vibrated in ecstasy.

You faded in and out of reality, eyes closed as they had their way with you. Finally snapping out of it when Han moved from behind you and you landed on the bed.

A soft whine escaped your lips as Chan climbed back on top of you, his hand gently slapping your face. “You with us pretty girl?”

You smiled and hummed happily, body still shaking. You looked for Han, who was cleaning himself off with a baby wipe before returning to the side of the bed.

“I am,” you giggled, laying on your side and lifting your legs to your chest. “I’m sleepy though, so be quick.”

Han gasped, “The death trap.” He said in a funny voice.

You smacked his arm, “Stop renaming positions.” You laughed, moaning happily as your hand reached for Han’s cock, lazily jerking it.

Chan pushed his cock inside your entrance, tightened by the position you were in. He let out a loud groan, “I think the new name is appropriate.”

Chan didn’t last long after that, finishing in a few thrusts.

“Hold you.” Han laughed, throwing the box of baby wipes at him.

“Anything else you need?” Chan asked, cleaning up the cum spilling from your entrance.

You nodded, “Can you run me a bath?” You asked with puppy dog eyes.

He smiled, leaning up and kissing your forehead. “Of course.”

You turned your attention to Han as Chan left the room, “You, come here.” You smirked waving a finger at him.

Han crawled up on the bed, kissing your lips deeply. “If you leave me for him, make sure I still get some lovin’” he joked

You dramatically gasped, “How dare you think I could ever love another man.” You smiled, pulling him close.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Carpet Burn

Benny Miller x Jack Mojave • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: Santi's odd cousin comes for a visit.

A/N: This is just crack. I am so sorry. I'm using my normal tag list but please feel free to just ignore this (because I think the only person whose cup of tea this is, is me.) This is for @triplefrontier-anniversary event. Also, I blame @romanarose completely for this, as I made a joke about writing Jack as Santi's cousin ages ago.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m receiving), swearing, I have not proofread this (I’m so sorry I just can’t look at it anymore), please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1835

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“Look, I know he’s weird.” Santi said, shutting the fridge door and holding out a beer for Frankie.

“Really weird.” Will added and Santi gave him a look. 

“But he’s family.” Santi stressed, sighing a little. 

“How is he related to you again?” Frankie took the bottle with a nod of gratitude. 

He crossed his arms and shrugged. “He’s my cousin.” 

“I thought he was your second cousin?” Will frowned.

“I thought he was your cousin once removed?” Frankie drank a gulp of the beer and pulled a disgusted face at Santi, he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I don’t actually know.” 

“You don’t know?” Will put his feet up on the coffee table, leaning back to look at Santi and Frankie in the kitchen. 

Benny gave his brother a look and pointed to his feet. “Bro.”

“What?” 

“I don’t know if he’s my fucking second cousin or cousin how many times removed or what the fuck, kay?” Santi came and sat down next to Will, swatting at his legs.

“Ow.” Will laughed, “that hurt.”

“Good. Keep your feet off my table.”

“Look you made me take my shoes off, so I think-”

“Just because you're a savage who wears outside shoes in the house,” Frankie said, sitting on the armchair, “and who puts their feet up in other people’s furniture-” 

“See?” Benny hissed.

“-without asking,” Frankie continued. 

“It’s normal to wear shoes in the house.” Will countered. 

“House shoes.” Santi said.

“Yeah, house shoes. Not outside ones.” Frankie took another swig of the beer. 

“Outside shoes.” Will tutted, he turned to his brother. “Help me out here?” 

“If you share a great grandparent he’s your first cousin once removed, if he’s the kid of your  first cousin once removed he’s your second cousin.” Benny said.

Will pulled a face. “Why do you know that?” 

“Why don’t you?” 

“I-”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, he’s just visiting okay?” Santi shrugged, crossing his arms and sighing.

“He staying with you?” Frankie asked,

“Hell no.”

Will snorts. 

“I don’t think he’s that weird.” Benny picked at the label of his bottle. “I kinda like him.” 

“Yeah, well, you only met him once,” Will cut in. “Me and Frankie have met him like 5, 6 times? Dude’s insane, always causing everyone brother.” 

“He’s quirky.” Ben shrugged.

Will pulled a face. “Fish, isn’t he fucking insane?” 

“I’m not getting involved.” Frankie took a long swig of his beer.

“Hey, that is my cousin, you know?” Santi gave Will a glare.

“Sorry, Pope.” 

“Nah,” Santi grinned, “he is fucking insane.” 

“You guys are mean.” Benny teased.

“Yeah, well, you love him so much, why don’t you hang out with Jack?” Will nudged him in the side.

“You know what, I will.”

.

And that was how Benny ended up hanging out with Jack by himself. 

The original plan had been to grab a beer at the bar on 12th. But that had turned into four, then five, then six, then…

The guy was off his rocker, that was for sure. Benny knew that, but he kinda liked it too. He never quite knew where the conversation was going. Jack would throw in some quote from a philosopher one second, and then would talk about a tennis game the next. 

“I don’t really watch tennis,” Ben finished his seventh beer, eighth? “You watch football?” 

“Nah, too commercial, I’m not into all that capitalist shit.” Jack motioned to the bartender to bring over another set of drinks. 

“Tennis isn’t commercial?” 

“Not how I watch it brother, I only watch it in French.” He taps the side of his head. “They can’t advertise to me if I don’t know the language, you feel me?” 

Benny paused, nodding and then frowning, “Why don’t you do that for the football then?” 

Jack shook his head, “not the same brother, not the same. They got a way, you know?” 

Benny did not know. 

“A way of still getting into your psyche.” Jack tapped the bar to punctuate his sentence. “I’m not having it. Commercials are capitalism and ‘Capitalism is a social system based on the exploitation of the majority by a minority for their private profit.’” He took a sip of his beer. “Jean-Paul Sartre said that.” 

“I thought that was Marx?” 

Jack laughed long and hard, smacking Benny affectionately on the back. Benny smiled, his cheeks warm. His expression was infectious. 

“Hoo-wee!” He wiped his eyes, “I thought I’d got you there for sure, kiddo. Brother, ah, for sure.” He grinned. “But you got me, caught old Jack didn’t ya?”

Benny smiled again, “nah, just, you know. Marx is pretty famous, I guess.” 

“Don’t sell yourself short, brother, don’t sell yourself low if you gotta sell yourself at all. See, most people wouldn’t know, most people wouldn’t care.” He quickly moved his hand over his head, complaining it with a ‘zoom’ sound, “most common folk, straight over their heads, brother, or they just would be too Tiny Timmy Timid to say a peep.” 

Benny nodded, a little bewitched by Jack when he talked. Like some snake charmer, slowly lulling him into a hypnotic state. “Well, you know.” Heat rose to his cheeks that he told himself was from the alcohol. “Guess I haven’t been hit so much in the head that I’ve forgotten everything.” 

Jack nodded, taking another drink. “Very impressive all that fighting of yours, very impressive. But you could teach old Jacky a thing or two, couldn’t you? A thing or two about wrestling around.” 

“Well, erm, I-”

“Course you could brother,” Jack patted him on the back again. He left his hand there for a moment too long, trailing down his spine instead of moving away. 

“Yeah, sure.” Benny swallowed a little nervously. “So, erm, what’s your opinion on shoes on in the house?” 

.

That was how he ended up back at where Jack was staying. The older man insisting that he ‘showed Benny Boy the house shoe rule in person’. 

And, well, it would be rude to say no, wouldn’t it? 

“It’s a nice place,” Benny said, taking off his shoes by the front door. “Air BnB?”

“Nah,” Jack shook his head. “I don’t go in for all that, fine when it’s people renting their house because they’re on holiday themselves or something, sure. But not when it’s just jumped up landlords buying up properties.” 

“Erm, yeah.” He hadn’t really answered the question. Benny wobbled a little as he took off his trainer, the alcohol buzzing through his system making him pleasantly warm.

“Woah, hey there little brother,” Jack moved quickly to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and one hand on his waist. “Gonna fall if you’re not careful.” 

“Nah, I’m okay.” He smiled. 

Jack tutted. “Not at all, your my guest. Can’t have you falling and spilliting your pretty head on the floor can I?” 

Benny frowned, completely missing the ‘pretty’ comment, “it’s carpet?” 

Jack laughed loudly. “It sure is… carpet burn then.” He grinned, his eyes trailing over Benny’s face. “Only want that on the knees, you know?” 

“On your knees?” 

“Yeah…” Jack smiled, darting his tongue out to drag it along his bottom lip. “Let me should you, hmm?” 

“Erm, okay, yeah…?” Benny let Jack lead him, still holding onto his waist, to the sofa in the living room. Let him press him down onto the cushions. Let Jack sink to the door between his knees. 

He wasn’t stupid. It’s just that… it almost seemed impolite to ask him to stop. And who was Benny really to refuse a blow job when the oputinity arose? 

Part of him wished he wasn’t already hard when Jack palmed him through his jeans, wish he had made him work for it. But the other, much louder part, was already desperate to have his soft looking lips around his cock. 

He unzipped Benny’s jeans slowly, glancing up at the younger man and giving him plenty of oppuinities to tell him to stop, fuck off, or move away. 

Benny stayed still, breathing hard through his nose as Jack carefully pulled him free and ran his hand up and down his hot length for a moment. 

“You ever had a guy suck you off?” 

“A few times.” 

Jack hummed and nodded. “Good.” 

Benny barely had a moment to register what he had said before he licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling his tongue over the head before dipping down and taking him into his mouth. 

Benny shuddered, letting out a painfully loud sigh at the warmth of Jack’s mouth, at how he sucked just enough to truly ignite a fire under his skin, but not enough to truly ease that ache. 

He lifted his head up, swirling his tongue over his balls before he traced the large vein on the underside of his dick and slipped him back into his warm and waiting mouth. 

Benny gasped, his thighs twitching as the pleasure in his lower stomach began to grow. He instinctively grabbed hold of the back of Jack’s head, pulling at his hair and pushing him down lower. 

Jack hummed, chucking and the vibrations ran along Benny’s cock as he followed the directions and sank lower, the older man’s hands pressed to Ben’s inner thighs to keep him spread wide. 

Benny tried to fight the urge to buck up into his mouth, chasing more of that intoxicating heat. But he couldn’t help himself, his stomach muscles twitching as he tried to stay still. Jack’s firm hold stopped him from getting too far though as he kept up his slow and tortuous pace. He let his salvia pool down, completely covering Benny’s cock as he sank lower, and lower and-

Benny cried out, swearing under his breath in a haze as he hit the back of Jack’s throat and went further still. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pulled on his hair, pushing him deeper, his back bending off the sofa. “Holy fuck, please, Jesus,” mindless words tumbled out of his mouth as Jack started to pick up the pace, fucking him in earnest. 

Sparks of pleasure ran along Benny’s spine, pooled in his stomach and overrode any other thought. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the cushions and squirming against the pleasure. 

He tried to pull him back a little to warn him, “Jack, fuck, Jack, I’m gonna-”

But the older man didn’t let up, taking him as deep as he possibly could. 

“Fuck!” Benny sobbed, his hips stuttering, legs shaking as he spurted down Jack’s throat, coming harder than he could ever remember. 

Jack slowed, but kept working him over, prolonging his orgasm until he pulled back fully and grinned. 

Benny breathed hard, sweat beading on his forehead as he slumped back onto the sofa, blissed out and boneless. 

“How about I get you a glass of water, brother, and then we go again?” Jack smiled. 

Benny raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I mean, I haven’t actually got carpet burn. Yet.” 

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hello!! can you please write a drabble for connor with an s/o who just finished their last final, and now they just want to nap and cuddle with him? gender neutral please! thank you!!

05/03/2024: Hello! First ask of the year! I certainly can try, friend! Thanks for your undying patience! Shit has happened, bros, but I've just been re-reading my old fics and they've brought me some long lost joy, so I am trying to make a comeback! (Please reblog this so people know I'm posting again -- with evidence!) This is a perfect thing to write on the day of my exam results (we passed, guys!) so now I can reflect on the traumatising experience that was exam season.

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Finally (Connor x GN!Reader)

You put down your pen with a sigh of relief.

Finally, it was all over.

These last few weeks were torture; hours of studying a day, taking a break only to eat or to steal some hours of restless sleep. Your brain fried while you studied, and you half wondered how you made it through exam season alive.

A few hours ago, you were on the verge of throwing up your breakfast. Now, as you turned the lock to your apartment door, you could only feel intense fatigue. Gentle noises from the kitchen put a smile on your face. Connor was never a loud person, in both words and actions.

"I'm back," you announced, entering the kitchen to find Connor making two cups of tea.

"Y/n," he greeted with a reassuring smile. "How was it?"

"Not terrible, but could've been better," you shrugged. At this point, you really couldn't care. It was over, and that's all that mattered. A yawn overcame you. "Tired now, though."

Connor nodded, pouring water from the freshly boiled kettle. "I made us some tea. What would you like to do to celebrate?"

You thanked him gratefully, moving to take your favourite mug off of the counter. "Honestly? Can we go back to bed for a while? I want to sleep these past few weeks off."

"Of course." He followed you as you led the way to your shared bedroom. Teas placed on the bedside counters, you changed into some comfier clothes and all but collapsed into bed. Connor climbed in with slightly more tact, and you crawled into his arms. He pulled you close with one hand and opened a book he was reading with the other.

His thumb gently traced the skin of your arm, soothing and constant. It wasn't long before your eyelids began to close, fluttering in time to his heartbeat.

Sleep came soon after.

[mini-ism]

OBEY ME!— how do they kiss you? demon bros./reader. fluff.

synopsis; uhh i forgot and the tags too....

warnings; none

tags; just kissies

extra; i honestly just wrote this all down and disregarded my new theme tbh 😭 from mikodotcom era

lucifer— romantically.

lucifer kisses you romantically. he cups your face and pecks your lips. lucifer gives romantic soft kisses that leave you winded and asking for more. he gives you the most intimate and caring kisses, for the human he will always love most. he holds you close or gently grabs your chin and plants his lips onto yours. lucifer rubs circles with his hand on your back, spending his most tender moments with you. he kisses you teasingly whenever you take his reading glasses, or graze his ashen wings.

mammon— quickly.

it's no surprise that mammon harbors a massive crush on you, and whenever he kisses you, he pulls away in an instant. your first kiss and your most recent kiss are very similar to that nature. mammon and you lock lips, he then pulls away and wipes them with his sleeve. his palms get sweaty, and he's partially flushed. his body grows hotter with every kiss you give him, whether they'd be playful and teasing, or yearning for something more. you'll always be his first. mammon's everything.

leviathan— longingly.

leviathan craves touch, and takes whatever you may give him. levi wanted to make sure your first kiss with him was perfect. perfect scenery, mutual pining, and a long, sweet kiss. he often grabs and holds your hand wherever you two are. perhaps his eyes dwell on you two long, or his gentle gesture was a bit drawn out. those awkward moments are entirely accidental, but it's only because he adores you. he only does it to tease you, but he even talks about his "ruri-chan" to get you jealous and kiss him.

satan— creatively.

satan's whole gimmick is books— he gets many of his ideas from his reading. he reads light novels and romance books, from front to back, finding new and exciting ways to steal a kiss from you. satan's favorite kiss you two shared was from "human media," suggesting that you two recreate the kiss scene between peter parker and mary jane. it took many tries, but each time was no less amusing. love with satan isn't always as stagnant as it may seem at first.

asmodeus— lustfully.

as the avatar of lust himself, there is no other way to kiss the love of his life. every single one of his kisses are nearly intoxicating. asmo loves kissing you anywhere they can, no inch of skin will be left neglected. his lover will always be kissed in no chaste way. his kisses are to tease you and get you to kiss him back. he kisses you and always wants to go further with you, as if they have no shame.

beelzebub— carefully.

beel is a big guy. like, really big. he always makes sure you're comfortable and safe before he kisses you, and he always places his hand on your cheek. he lets you know he loves you indirectly— and it's not because he's ashamed to admit it, he's not used to saying "i love you." he's gentle with you, he couldn't ever let you get hurt, and when you're a bit tender or sad, he takes your hand and puts it on his chest and he kisses you as many times as you need, a little smile growing on his lips.

belphegor— lazily.

sleepy kisses are belphie's favorite kind of kisses. he always spoons you and puts his lips on yours with minimal effort. he hums every time you kiss him back, and he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder or his bedding with a smile. he adores when you dote on his puffy and baggy eyes, or even how slowly he moves. belphie is delicate at nature, and he appreciates how understanding you can be, so he plants his lips onto yours every time you snake your way into his arms.

[stopthatfool]

More headcanons! yahoo! (specifically icemav)

1. Ice drinks both coffee and tea, but actually prefers tea. He forced himself to drink coffee for the caffeine to help him stay awake and alert, so now he likes it because of how often he drinks it. (i don’t know that much about the military but i don’t know how many staff rooms are gonna have kettles next to their coffee machines and if military men are gonna openly admit to drinking tea lol)

2. I think a woman in his life, either his mom or grandmother, used to make him a cup of tea every night and it was a part of his nightly ritual. Whenever he gets the chance he tries to keep up that tradition and make himself a cup of tea whenever navy life allows. 

3. Maybe I’m biased but i think Ice would drink any tea (as long as it’s good quality) but i think he would slightly prefer black teas. His mom or grandmother would always put honey and milk in it and he tended to drink green teas when he was sick so he associates them with an upset stomach, stuffy nose or a sleepless night. (or this could just be projecting onto fictional characters)

2. Mav on the other hand always hated tea. like hated it and he only ever drinks coffee. He never understood the appeal of it, if it’s not that caffeinated then what’s the point? And I think he probably only had tea like... made in the microwave, where someone puts the milk in first. No wonder he hates tea.

4. Mav hates tea until Ice makes him tea one night and makes him tea the right way. With an actual kettle and the milk added after the water and tea bags. And at first, Mav feels too bad to tell Ice the truth and say that he hates tea after he went through all the trouble to make him a cup. But Ice’s tea rocks Maverick’s world. he finishes the whole cup. Ice makes him a classic cup of english breakfast or earl grey with a little bit of honey and a dash of milk.

5. Mav will only drink tea when Ice makes it. It doesn’t matter if someone makes Mav the exact same brand of tea, with the same type of honey and milk, Mav only likes Ice’s tea. 

6. I think after the DADT repeal it allowed them to actually finalize and re-establish the tradition that Ice’s family started. Ice makes them both a cup of tea each night while Mav puts on a record. 

7. I feel it deep in my soul that Mav’s mom loved country music, like Tammy Wynette, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Glen Campbell, Linda Ronstadt, Dolly Parton etc etc. Mav would never tell anyone willingly that he knows all the words to Stand By Your Man or the entirety of Dolly Parton’s album Just Because I’m a Woman. (he definitely thinks he should not be listening to them cuz its not “manly” or something) 

8. But after the DADT repeal those are the records and artists Mav puts on as Ice makes the tea, just like Mav’s mom used to do when his dad was around. Mav used to watch his parents slow dance and sing along to Crazy by Patsy Cline. He just wants to share the thing his family used to do, just like Ice is doing as he makes them tea, regardless of how “unmanly” it may seem to himself and other men. 

god im sick of these old men in love, they’re so stupid and controlled by gender stereotypes and expectations forced upon them. “Maverick is a rebel” my ass, bro can’t even listen to Dolly Parton without feeling guilty and ashamed. im SICK of them.