#my boy has ✨Daddy issues✨

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A Borrower at the End of the World part 13

Word count: 2500ish

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TW: blood, hunting/killing/skinning a rabbit for food, emotional/child abuse, and panic attack described. (Oop, writing that out makes this chapter sound crazy, but it’s not that bad (I don’t think).)

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Three Years ago...

THWAP.

The sound of crushed leaves and a quick thud interrupted the two people sitting at the tree.

One of their traps had been activated. Jace and Briar froze and looked around the tree towards the trap. A gaping hole in the earth sat where they had laid leaves. Jace stood up and quickly walked towards the pitfall trap. 

“I think we got something, boss!” Jace looked back to the branch, but the small man wasn’t there. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw taller blades of grass move erratically towards him. After a minute the borrower walked out from the grass. 

Jace couldn’t explain it, but just looking down at this man made him feel vertigo. It was like he was standing on top of a skyscraper looking down, but he himself was the building. His own legs were the support beams. He felt like his body wasn’t his own as he looked at the borrower standing in the grass.

“What is it?” Briar called up, his voice soft and distant, even though he was only a couple of feet from Jace. 

“Uhhh– Oh!” Jace bent down, he reached into the hole and brushed the leaves away. Inside the box sat a wild hare with terrified eyes. It’s heart was beating erratically as it pushed itself in the corner furthest from the boy. Jace grimaced, he was kind of hoping they would catch something ugly, like a goose or a snake. “It’s a rabbit,” said Jace.

The borrower finally caught up with the boy, he stood before the pitfall trap and looked down. To Briar, this simple hole looked like a sheer drop off a cliff. Jace was half tempted to pull the man away from the edge, but he remembered he promised not to touch the borrower. This is a grown man, he can take care of himself, Jace reasoned. 

“Looks like a sizable meal, could last a couple of days or a week. For me at least.” Briar laughed, “It would probably only last you one meal with the way you and your sister eat.” That last part was a little quieter, so as not to offend the giant pre-teen.

Jace nodded, but he wasn’t really listening. He was staring at the rabbit as it stared right back.

The Borrower continued, “Later I’ll show you how to catch other things, like fish. You can’t just go on eating only rabbits, you’ll get sick if you only eat hares for a long time, not enough protein. But an occasional rabbit makes for a good meal. And the fur is perfect for a winter coat.”

Briar looked up, he couldn’t see the boy’s face from where he stood. Briar was a little taller than the boy’s ankles and he couldn’t really see past Jace’s torso. But Briar could tell the giant’s posture gave off an air of uncomfortably, like he wanted to be anywhere but there at that moment. 

“Are you alright, boy?” Briar called up.

“What?” Jace finally looked down at the borrower. “Did– did you say something, Boss?”

“Are you alright?”

“Y-yes, I’m fine.” 

Briar wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t want to push further. “Then let’s get this over with.”

Jace got onto his knees and reached down into the hole and pulled the box out. He set it on the opposite side of his body, where Briar wasn’t standing. He watched the rabbit in the box, eyes that were usually all black showed the whites. This creature was petrified. Terrified of Jace. 

“Now get your knife.” Briar finally broke Jace’s thoughts. As commanded, Jace grabbed his pocket knife without thinking. But his hands were clammy and he almost lost his grip on his weapon when he looked back at the rabbit. Locking eyes, it's anxiety was contagious. Jace didn’t feel good. He was sweating profusely. Was the sun always this hot?

Jace reached into the box and wrapped a shaking hand around the small rabbit. He felt its soft fur and its rapid heartbeat through its chest. Jace’s own heart thundered in his ears. Was my heart always so loud? My chest hurts. It's too tight.

Jace grabbed the rabbit and began lifting it out of the box, but he wasn’t prepared for what happened next:

The hare started to scream. 

Jace immediately let go of the creature, it dropped back into the box with a thud. He had never heard such a horrifying scream. He felt completely sick to his stomach. Was the world spinning before? I’m going to throw up. 

Tears began welling up in the boy’s eyes. His vision became fuzzy, he couldn’t focus on anything. 

No. I can’t cry. Don’t cry!

A familiar angry voice echoed in the back of Jace’s mind. A voice he hadn’t heard in three years. It chastised him, telling him to Man up. Crying was only for the weak. The voice continued to grow louder and yell more insults. It screamed that he was a pitiful and disappointing excuse of a son.

The turmoil of his mind overwhelmed Jace. He wanted to scream and cry and throw up and run away all at once.

He had to kill this rabbit to survive. His sister depended on him. But he couldn’t kill it. But he had too. But he didn't want to. He had to.

Tears began to fall.

I can’t do this.

The angry man in the back of Jace’s mind yelled he wasn’t going to amount to anything if he couldn’t stop crying and just kill this stupid pest. That only made Jace more upset. 

Jace raised his knife with a shaky hand, it glinted in the sunlight. The boy’s breath hitched and his heart did somersaults. His stomach ate itself away.

I can’t kill it. It’s so small. It’s so fragile. I don’t want to kill it.

It’s scared of ME.

The angry voice of his father continued to shout to kill the creature or he would never be a man. 

Too much was happening, Jace felt like his body was dying. The world was disorienting and he completely forgot where he was—

“JACE!”

A new sensation tapped rapidly on Jace's right leg. This new feeling coming from outside his body grounded him.

Jace returned to the present. He was still in the forest. The breeze wafted through his hair, his face was dripping with tears. The boy took a long shaky breath. He opened his eyes wide as the tapping sensation became a continuous gentle stroke on his leg.

Jace looked down. There stood a small man, no more than 5 inches tall, tenderly stroking the giant leg, bringing him back to reality.

“Boy?” Briar finally got the bean's attention.

Jace didn’t break the no touching promise, the borrower did. The small man willingly made contact with the boy, reaching for the only part of the bean’s body he could reach. 

“Are you alright?”

“I… I,” Jace sputtered. He could barely speak, his voice was shaking so much and tears continued to fall from his eyes. 

Great, Briar thought, I’m stuck in the woods with a mentally unstable giant pre-teen. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Jace was silent, he looked in the box, the rabbit was still there, still alive, staring at him with terror. He let out a shaky sigh as he looked to the sky. My father was right. 

“You can’t kill it can you?” The borrower seemed to read the boy’s mind.

Jace looked down, unable to meet Briar's eyes, then shook his head.��“I’m sorry.” Jace’s voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry for being so… weak.”

Jace expected to be berated by the small man, for him to yell or leave, maybe even throw things. It wouldn’t be the first time Jace’s crying aroused that kind of reaction from a man.

“You are such a kind boy." The borrower said tenderly, "I admire that.”

Jace looked down at the borrower in surprise. The man still stood right next to his leg, gently petting his skin in circular motions. Keeping him grounded. Keeping the boy present. 

“You can’t bring yourself to kill it, is it because you don’t want to…” Briar searched for the right words, “end a life?”

Jace nodded.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Briar understood, “Listen, I would much rather you be kind to creatures smaller than you. Than you not caring if they lived or died.” He gave a weary smile, “If you hesitate this much to kill a rabbit, then maybe there’s hope for me too.”

Something snapped in the boy and he crumbled into himself, inadvertently bringing his face closer to Briar. “I-I would never hurt you…” Jace started sobbing again, Oh, god, He’s afraid of me too.

The borrower smiled up at the child, “I believe you.” And he meant it. But something in the back of Briar’s mind egged, the boy would never hurt you on purpose, but on accident? You could be dead in an instant. And what about the other bean child? She’s more dangerous than her brother.

Briar shook that thought out of his head, it didn’t matter right now. “Let’s make a new deal.”

“Okay.” The boy hesitated.

“If you keep the three promises you already agreed too, and as long as I stay with you: I will kill any animal you catch so you don’t have to.”

Jace slowly nodded.

That was all the confirmation Briar needed. He stepped back from the giant and untied his rat skinned cloak. It dropped from his shoulders onto the ground. Then he reached for his shirt and pulled it off. Briar didn’t want to get blood on his nicer clothes. Cleaning his cloak was a pain, most of the time large chunks if fur usually fell out if he tried. He didn’t feel like making a new one. Though a new rabbit fur cloak sounded pretty nice and warm. 

Jace let out a soft gasp, the first thing he noticed was how muscular the borrower was. If this man was the size of a human, he could easily be a bodybuilder.

The next thing Jace noticed was the menagerie of scars that stretched across his 5 inch tall body. The stories those scars could tell. He had several on his torso, one of which looked like he was stabbed in the stomach and the weapon went out his back. 

Briar grabbed his hook, needle and knife. Where he was going he’d only need these to attack and defend himself. Everything else would be extra weight. This wouldn’t be his first tussle with a rabbit and based on the deal he just made with the boy, it probably wouldn’t be his last.

Jace watched as the small man swung his hook several times. On the highest swing, released the string. The hook sailed through the air and embedded itself in the box. Briar pulled on the string to ensure its security. Then he began his assent up the 90 degree climb cardboard box. 

Briar reached the top and stood on the box wing. He looked back at the Bean. “You don’t have to watch,” Briar was now standing at level with Jace’s shoulder. “In fact, don't look.” 

Jace gulped, nodded and turned away, he promised he’d do everything the borrower asked of him after all. 

When Jace’s eyes weren’t on Briar anymore, the borrower walked around the edge of the box until he was just above the rabbit. He pulled out his needle, aiming right for the rabbit’s wild eye. Taking a deep breath. Then, he jumped.

Jace didn’t see what happened, but he could hear it. The cry of the small creature as it panicked. It was painful. Jace thought he was going to be sick all over again. But, eventually the scampering and crying stopped with a soft thud. 

Jace held his breath. The only thing he heard was the wind in the trees. Till a soft coughing sound came from the box.

“B-boss?” Jace said worriedly. 

“I’m fine.” The borrower coughed. “Just swallowed a bit of blood.”

“Can I look now?” 

“Sure.”

Jace turned back to the box, one of the corners began to turn a dark shade of brown as it absorbed fluids. When Jace peered inside the box his heart just about stopped. The borrower was covered head to toe in blood. 

“Are you alright!?” Jace began to panic, unsure what to do. If all that blood was the borrower’s, he should be dead! How is he still standing? How do you perform first aid on a man about as tall as a hand? Jace was about to completely freak out, but the smile and laughter from the smaller man made him pause.

Briar found the fear on the boy’s face to be hilarious. He never thought a bean would care about him this much. “I’m fine, none of this is mine.” He smiled up at the boy and held out his arms. “Well, I’m fine other than the fact I smell terrible and these boots are probably ruined.” Briar sighed. But, he’ll be making new boots out of fluffy rabbit skin soon. 

Jace was at a loss for words. Looking at the dead rabbit that was almost twice the size of the borrower. He could never imagine trying to fight a creature that big. Jace didn't even have the stomach to kill a bunny. With his promise to Briar, he wouldn’t have to kill anything any time soon.

Once again, Jace was saved by a man the size of his hand.

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The rest of the afternoon was taken up with Briar washing himself in the creek, but not before he instructed the boy on how to gut and skin a rabbit. Briar only knew how to to teach by example, which caused more blood and guts to splatter on his already filthy body. Jace in comparison only needed to wash his hands of blood and bile, while Briar was soaked head to toe.

“You never want to gut or skin animals near your house. It attracts predators.” The borrower advised. “Don’t want no foxes coming to your camp looking for an easy meal.”

By the time Jace had finished stringing up the skinned rabbit fur and leaving its guts over other pitfall traps, the sun had almost set. They needed to get back.

They left Layla alone at the abandoned house all day. She got lonely most of the time and had an unfortunate habit of wondering off. But she had a headache that morning, so Jace wouldn’t be surprised if she stayed inside and played by herself all day. 

Jace and Briar made their way home separately. Even though Briar knew the boy would get there faster than himself, he didn’t have the courage to walk near a giant in the dark. 

In an empty pot Jace carried the skinned rabbit. It was free of its fur, bones and intestines. All that was left was the meat for the kids to cook and eat. 

Jace had never cooked rabbit before. He had never properly cooked anything before, but the borrower promised to catch up with him and explain how to at the house. 

“I’m back!” Jace pushed open the door with his shoulder. Usually at this point his sister would drop whatever she was doing and run to give her brother a big hug. Nothing happened. “Layla?”

The sun had set, the room was dark and cold. No sign of his sister. 

Then he saw it. A small hand sticking out next to the mattress. Jace walked around their bed, his eyes widened and panic set in. 

On the floor lay a little girl. She wasn’t moving. 

Jace dropped the pot and screamed, “Layla?!”

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[discountlittlebro]

dad and his friends using you. dad and his friends all being pervs that wanna fuck their kids cunts. dad letting his friends pass you around. I could go on and on and onnnn. I must spread my dad and his friends propaganda, i jus love older men so much

- 🐶 (new anon plsplspls!!)

Ffff

I usually don’t write dad stuff bc I have ✨complicated daddy issues✨ but let’s give it a whirl!! This is for you new anon 🐶

Dad who is so proud of his son, he’s really turned him into such a pretty toy and he can’t keep that all to himself. It would just be selfish. So he invites his friends over, they’re all watching the game and drinking some beer. His son is so shy, quiet and clinging to his side, flinching when the men cheer and shout at the tv.

He rubs a comforting hand over his thigh, giving it a squeeze. He leans over to his son’s ear, just quiet enough for him to hear.

“Why don’t you go get daddy a beer, sport?”

And ofcourse his perfect pretty boy of a son nods and does what he’s told. He always does what he’s told. He doesn’t miss the way his friends eyes linger in the boys ass as he walks past, softly excusing himself to squeeze through them.

“Fuckkk…you’re so lucky to have such a cute kid. Going to fetch daddy a beer? Fucking aye. He don’t give ya no lip or nothin.”

Dad who can’t help but beam from the praise. He’s raised a proper boy and everybody knows it.

“He’s so well behaved. So proud of m’ boy.”

When his son comes back in with the beer in hand, dad grabs his wrist and pulls him into his lap, pressing his face into the nape of his neck and inhaling.

“D-dad…come on we have people over.” His face is flushed and he’s trying to avoid the looks of the other older men.

“They was just praising ya, boy. Come on, say thank you to daddy’s friends.”

That got all their attention. The game is an abandoned back round noise as multiple sets of eyes are now on him, trembling and stuttering over his words.

“Th…thank you.”

Dad who groans and pushes his hips up and grinds against his boys ass.

“Come on…spread your legs, baby boy. Show em how good I really taught ya.”

Son who has to steady his breathing, not used to so many eyes on him at once. He can see the way they sip their beer, the way their hands grab at their cocks through their jeans.

“Yer daddy’s boy, ain’t ya? C’mon…show m’ friends how much you love your old man.”

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller Masterlist✨

dbf! Joel Miller x fem! reader

A/N: Hey, guys! Super excited to kick off my first dbf! Joel series. It was originally going to be a one shot, but after some thought I wanted to write more. As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated. Always like to hear your thoughts ☺️ Joel is a menace in this one! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Summary: After going out with your classmate from graduate school, Mr. Miller doesn’t take so kindly to your date when he sees you out and about with the college jock. Will the older, attractive man you’ve been pining after for years finally give you what you’ve been wanting for so long?

Pairing: dbf! Joel Miller x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit 18+ Only MDNI

Tags: Porn with Plot, dbf! Joel, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, dom! Joel, (reader is 25, Joel is mid 40’s)

Part 1: Blurring the Lines

Part 2: Secret Glances and Wandering Hands

Part 3: October Surprises and Secrets Slurred

Part 4: Birthday Candles and Rock Concerts

Part 5: Let Me Take You There

Part 6: Hot Tubs and Calloused Fingers

Part 7: Can I Keep You?

On My Knees for You - Halloween one-shot that takes place after part 7

Recommended songs for series “Scary Love” and “Daddy Issues” and “A Little Death” by The Neighbourhood

Part 1 Word Count: 13.6k

The warm August air blows your long hair gently as you sit outside Moonlight Bar, letting the Austin city lights shine in the distance. The lighting is low as the dark blue luminescence of the bar surrounds the alcohol on the back shelf and various plants hang above the edges of the bar. The Goo Goo Dolls play softly across the outside speakers as people mingle together at various white wooden tables strewn across the manicured green lawn. It’s a busy night, one of the more popular bars in the area.

You’re sitting with William. One of the boys that’s in one of your law classes at the University of Texas. He wouldn’t leave you alone at school, so you figured you’d appease him and let him take you out on a date.

He isn’t bad looking. He has shaggy blonde hair and bright green eyes. He’s built like a body builder and has a jawline so sharp that it could cut someone. He’s nice and all, but he won’t stop talking about fucking football. You hate football, but you just smile and nod along to what he says. Occasionally rolling your eyes when he isn’t looking at you.

“Did you see the quarterback get slammed at the game last Saturday? Tim took him out hard! I thought he’d never get up!” he says starstruck as he shows you a picture from the game on his phone, slamming back another drink of vodka as he lowers it to the table.

“I already told you I didn’t watch the game,” you say, trying not to sound obnoxious.

“Oh, right. Well, you missed out. It was awesome!” he shouts as the group of people next to you look at William. You internally groan at the embarrassment that’s caked on your face. You need to get up for a few minutes. You’re bored and want to cut the talk on sports.

“I’ll be right back,” you utter as you get up from the barstool.

“Where are you going?” he asks with a hurt expression on his face.

“To the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes, chill,” you say as you put a hand on his shoulder encouragingly and walk away. You roll your eyes at the action and start walking towards the back where the bathrooms are.

William really is a nice guy, he just isn’t the guy for you. You don’t have that much in common, and he’s way too into football. Granted, he did play as an undergrad, but you don’t really care. You want to talk about subjects other than sports, like maybe something you care about. He never makes an effort to ask you about yourself though. He just wants to talk about sports and his gym routine.

What a bore.

He’s a few years older than you. He’s twenty-eight, and you’re twenty-five. Soon to be twenty-six in a couple of months. You always had a thing for older guys. But lately you had your eyes set on someone else. Someone off limits to you which made you want him even more. But it would never happen. You needed to quit telling yourself it would. He’s too old for you, in his mid forties. Which only makes you that much more curious.

You aren’t watching where you’re going as you round the corner of a small crowd and run straight into someone who feels like a thick brick wall.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and…” You stop mid sentence as you see just who stands in front of you.

Joel Miller. Your dad’s hot best friend, the older man you can’t get out of your head.

“S’alright, sweetheart. Didn’t think I’d run into you here,” he says as he laughs, his smile making his honey brown eyes crinkle up at the corners, making you swoon and melt under his gaze.

God, he’s pretty.

“What are you doing here?” you ask with surprise in your voice.

“Havin’ a drink? It’s the weekend. Gotta relax somehow,” he says with another small smile as his Texas accent comes out thick and low. That melodic southern accent that could put you at ease on any given day.

“Oh, right.” You move a lock of hair behind your ear nervously and you swear he watches you a little too closely as his eyes trail to your neck, keeping his gaze there a little too long.

“You come with anyone tonight?” he asks as he looks around the crowded bar, bringing his focus back to you.

“Yeah. Came with a date tonight. Someone from one of my classes,” you say carefully.

His bottom lip twinges and his jaw clenches just enough for you to notice. His bicep flexes around his forest green plaid shirt as it’s rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick veins that spider all the way down his lower arms as they end in his massive hands. You gulp at the sight of him, of how seriously hot he is.

Was he jealous of William? Surely not…right?

“You be careful tonight. Don’t let him do anything you don’t want to,” he warns with a deep gruff in his voice, staring at you with serious, dark eyes.

“He’s not going to do anything. He’s nice. He’s-”

He cuts you off before you can finish. “Doesn’t matter if he’s nice. He’s a guy. He can change up on you like that.” He snaps his fingers, looking at you intently. “Jus’ be careful, okay?”

Why was he being like this? Protective. He wasn’t your dad. He didn’t need to keep an eye on you. You had it under control.

“I’ll be careful, but you really don’t have to tell me that. You sound just like my dad,” you say as you roll your eyes, annoyed.

“I ain’t your dad, sweetheart. Jus’ tryin’ to look after ya is all. Don’t want ya gettin’ hurt.”

Oh.

“Right. Okay…” you say quietly.

Joel skates his eyes down your body as he takes in the tight black tank top as your cleavage spills out a little too much, going over your short, light blue jean shorts as they barely graze your tan thighs, dragging his eyes down your long legs and ending at your clean, white Converse shoes as he slowly looks back up into your eyes.

You suddenly feel self conscious, like you need to cover up a little more. Not like he hasn’t seen you in short shorts and a tank top before. Hell, he saw you in a slinky bikini last summer at a pool party and the man couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

You wouldn’t lie though, you love when he notices you. When he flicks his eyes over you and lingers just a little too long, making you burn with heat from his intense stare. He’s the one you have wet dreams about, the older man you can’t quite shake from your fantasies. But he’s off limits. Because he’s your father’s best friend. And he would never dare touch his best friend’s daughter…right?

“Well, I’ll let ya get back to it. Don’t wanna keep ya from your date. I’ll be around here if ya need me. Just shoot me a text.”

You nod in reply and make your way over to the bathroom, turning to watch Joel disappear into the crowd somewhere. A sea of green getting lost in the abyss. You sigh and walk into the bathroom, trying to get a hold of yourself.

You had met Joel when you were just eighteen years old. He had just moved into the neighborhood, and your dad made quick friends with him. Pretty soon they were best friends. He was always coming to the house to hang out with your dad, always coming to pool parties or cookouts. He even taught you how to play guitar when you asked. And he was a good teacher, the way his hands slid across yours. Those rough, calloused fingers. You’d do anything to be able to feel those again on your skin.

You wondered how they’d feel on your thighs or even someplace else. Someplace sensitive…

You finish up in the bathroom and make your way back to William. Back to where you belong tonight. You need to stop thinking about Joel. He wasn't the one that was taking you out and never would be. Even if that’s something you want, so badly.

“Oh, you’re back. You missed this great conversation me and this guy had about Jake’s pass last week with the football. It was killer!” he shouts as you settle back into your barstool and get situated.

You roll your eyes and give him a polite smile. You’re so over the football talk. Couldn’t he give it a rest? You take a large drink from your red bull vodka and place it back on the bar top as you chase it down, letting it leave a slight burn in your throat.

When you look back up and turn your head slightly to the left, you almost fall off the barstool as you see Joel sitting across the bar, just on the opposite side. He’s drinking what looks to be a cold glass of whiskey on the rocks as the amber color swirls in the cup.

He takes another sip as he keeps his eyes fixed on you intently, letting his eyes roam up and down your body as a faint snarl edges the side of his mouth as he looks over at William.

Holy shit. He is jealous. You can see it in those dark brown eyes as they slightly narrow at the loud mouthed man that sits next to you as he rambles on about football.

He swirls the short straw around his drink as he eyes you again, this time his gaze relaxing into warmth as a gentle smile plays on his lips. You blush at the brooding man and bite your lip as you look down, unable to keep your focus on the intense dark eyes that are staring at you.

What’s his deal? He never dared tried to flirt with you before. Not like this. At least not around your dad. You always felt that invisible line get drawn at times though. Like last summer when you were in a tight, short dress, about to go out with some friends for the night. You felt his eyes burn through you as he stared at your thighs as he glazed over your toned, tanned body. You could feel it in the room how thick the tension was. But he didn’t dare cross that line. Not while he was in the presence of your father.

Joel’s a good guy. He’d never do anything to disrespect or hurt you. He’s kind and caring, always willing to help you out when you need it. Like with your projects or guitar. Or that time when he picked you up when your car got stuck in the snow and drove you all the way back home in the middle of an ice storm.

He’s special. One of a kind. You just don’t understand why he’s still single when he’s drop dead gorgeous. And his curls.

God, his curls. The way his thick, tousled hair curls at the edges as grey streaks line his dark hair. And his beard. That thick, scruffy salt and pepper beard that you want to graze your fingers across in a flirtatious manner. Thinking of how good his lips might feel on yours. How soft and velvety they must be…

You snap out of it as William tries talking to you again. You avert your eyes from Joel and put your attention on the guy that sits next to you.

“Did you finish the paper yet from Mr. Lawrence’s class yet?” he asks as he takes a sip of his vodka drink.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been done for a few days now. Wanted to knock it out before more work got piled on,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Cool. I still got a ways to go. But anyways, you wanna go to the football game next weekend? Our team’s playing here. Thought you’d want to maybe go with me?” he asks with raised eyebrows and green eyes that search yours, hoping for a yes to come from your lips.

That was a hard pass. “Sorry, I already have plans that day,” you lie, trying to sound apologetic to soothe his hopefulness.

“That’s fine. There will be other games.”

You roll your eyes as you internally groan. You’re bored and you don’t want to be sitting here with him anymore. You need someone that isn’t boring. Someone that’s older, much older. Someone with pretty brown eyes and thick arms covered in plaid…

You look up from your long, thick lashes and meet Joel’s stare again as it sears through your skull. His gaze is so intense that it stirs something low in your stomach that feels a lot like heat.

This was bad. Really bad.

You squeeze your legs shut and put out the growing fire, dropping your gaze again so you won’t be tempted to be pulled back into the flames.

William puts a hand on your thigh and leans into you as you catch a whiff of his strong vodka drink on his breath. Joel looks like he could break the glass right under his fingertips the way he’s holding the cup.

Oh, he’s mad. But why? It’s not like he was supposed to take you out. He’s your fucking father’s best friend for God’s sake. You need to get out of the sick delusion that Joel actually likes you more than his best friend’s daughter. He’s only trying to be nice, protective. He’s only looking out for you because that’s what he should be doing, for your dad.

But then why is he looking at you like that? Like he wants to eat you alive and wants to snap the neck of your god awful date.

“You okay if I do this?” William asks as he rakes his teeth over your neck roughly. Nothing is sexy about it. It hurts and his teeth are sharp, and his breath smells horrible. He puts his hand back on your thigh and squeezes as his nails dig into your skin in an extremely uncomfortable way. You wince at his actions.

“William, no. We’re in public. I don’t think-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Joel’s on him in a second, pulling him away from your body as he yanks him out of his seat. Your breath catches at the way Joel is seething and breathing hard as he glares at William with daggers in his dark eyes.

“Don’t think she wants ya doin’ that,” he snarls as venom shoots from his tongue.

“Who the fuck are you to touch me and pull me from my woman?” he yells at Joel as his nostrils flare and his green eyes turn to tiny slits.

“She ain’t your woman,” Joel scoffs, clearly annoyed at the younger, less mature male.

“Oh, and who are you? You her keeper or something?” he asks angrily.

“Somethin’ like that,” he replies, his voice clipped.

Your eyes widen at the statement. Was he marking his territory? He had to be. Or maybe he was just being protective, helping out his best friend to keep his daughter safe. Maybe it didn’t mean anything.

Or maybe it did. You can’t tell one way or the other. Your mind’s a blur.

William rolls his eyes and looks over at you. “You want to get out of here? Come on, I’ll-”

You stop him before he can finish that sentence. “No.”

He goes livid as his green eyes turn to murky swamp water. “No? Are you fucking serious?” he asks with shocked words.

“The lady said no,” Joel states firmly as he steps in front of you, blocking William’s view.

“Baby, come on. Let’s go,” William demands, holding out his hand for you to take.

“I’m not yours…” you reply quietly.

“Fine! You can walk home then, bitch,” he says with clenched teeth and a hard line across his forehead.

“Watch how you fuckin’ talk to her,” Joel growls as he pushes William up against the bar table, making the rest of his vodka spill as it lands in a heap on the floor along with the mixed in broken glass.

“You really want to go there? Because I’ll tear you apart,” William yells.

“Go on then. Try.” Joel bares his teeth and flexes his hand into a tight fist.

You can’t let them fight. You won’t let Joel get hurt, even if he can take on William. What would your dad say?

You quickly intercept and step in between them. You put your hands on Joel’s broad chest and try to push him back. “Joel, stop. He’s not worth it.”

Joel clenches his jaw and stares hard at William, about to put a fist in his face. You put your hand over his tight fist and beg him to stop. “Please.”

Joel’s fist relaxes as he looks down at you, his brown eyes softening just the slightest as he focuses on you. Butterflies were swimming through your stomach at the heat that was between the two of you. You had never been this close to Joel. You were only inches from his mouth, so close that you could reach out and brush your lips over his. So very close…

William rips you away from your thoughts as you hear him grab his keys and turn sharply your way. “Have it your way. Enjoy the old man’s company. I’m out of here.” He storms away from the bar in a hurry, leaving you and Joel alone. Together.

You suddenly realize you’re still leaning against his chest, your hand still planted firmly on his. You drop your hand and back away from his space as you rake a hand through your soft curls.

“Thanks for that. You didn’t have to,” you say nervously, your voice cracking at the thank you.

“Save it, darlin’. I could already tell you weren’t havin’ a good time, and then he put his hands all over you. Greedy bastard.” He bares his teeth as he clenches his jaw.

Greedy bastard? Well, goddamn. He does like you. He had to. Otherwise he wouldn’t be talking to you like this. Right?

“Oh uhh, yeah…” You don’t really know what to say to that. And the way he’s flaring his nostrils is making you have heart palpitations. He had never looked that mad before. At least not over you.

“You want a drink? It’s on me,” he says as he tilts his head toward the bar.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply, trying not to act like you’re flipping circles inside.

“C’mon then.” He walks you to the bar and pulls out a barstool for you as you sit down. He takes a seat next to you, gently brushing his thigh against yours as he gets into place. You can’t help but gasp a little at the touch. It feels electric.

The young, red head bartender comes over and asks for your drink orders. “Hi, guys. What’ll it be tonight?”

Joel looks over at you and raises an eyebrow, looking you over slowly as if he’s trying to figure it out. It makes chills run down your spine. “Let me guess. Malibu sunset?”

He never gets it wrong. He knows your drink of choice like the back of his own hand. It was that slight attention he always gave you that did it for you. He was always listening, always so attentive when you spoke. He knew you so well it was almost scary. No other man had paid that much attention to you, nonetheless listened to you ramble about your likes and dislikes. But Joel always did.

“You remembered?” you ask with a faint smile.

“‘Course, darlin’. How could I forget?”

You slightly blush and place your arms on the bar top as you lean on it, trying to calm yourself down. He orders his usual whiskey on the rocks, his drink of choice. A scent that you can sometimes smell on his breath when he’s sitting close to you like now. Something you want to taste on his tongue. But that’s only a daydream. That would never happen. Right?

“So, how’s school going this semester?” he asks as he turns towards you, placing one of his arms on the bar top as his plaid shirt squeezes around his flexed bicep, making you uncomfortably hot just looking at his massive arms.

“It’s going well. I mean, it’s hard. Really hard, but I’m managing. I can’t tell you how many papers I’ve had to write already, but I seem to be doing something right because I have straight A’s,” you beam.

“Straight A’s huh? You always were a sharp thing.” He’s looking at you with those deep honey eyes, gently smiling as he admires you. A sight that makes you weak at the knees as you stare at his perfect dimples.

And those eyes. God, those pretty brown eyes. You want to drown in them. Let them grab hold of you as they drag you deeper and deeper until you suffocate under the weight of them.

“Actually, I’m at the top of my class,” you brag, nonchalantly.

Joel lets out a low whistle as he leans back in awe, giving you a once over. “‘Course you are, darlin’. Such a smart girl…” he whispers low and deep, making you bite your lower lip slowly.

There it was. That tension in the air. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the room. That deep smolder that puts dangerous daydreams in your mind. Hot, sticky daydreams…

The bartender breaks the tension as he sets the drinks down in front of you and walks back off without so much as a “let me know if you need anything else” line. He just walks away and helps some loud couple on the other side of the bar.

You swirl the straw around your yellow, pineapple drink and take a sip, letting the tropical taste run down your throat. It’s sweet and delicious, just how you like it.

Joel picks up his whiskey glass and takes a generous gulp. You watch as the rim of the glass kisses his lips, how he takes his tongue and runs it over the bottom of his lips, how he holds the glass tightly as the amber liquid clinks against the ice. You never wanted to be a glass as bad as you did now.

You bite your lip slowly as he puts the glass down and wipes his bottom lip with his thumb as he slowly grazes it over his lip. It’s slow, seductive, the hottest thing you had ever seen. You want to know just how soft those lips are, how good he tastes, how his calloused fingers would feel on your skin…

You shake your head and free the dirty thoughts from your mind. He’s your father’s best friend! This couldn’t happen. Ever. But fuck did you want it to. You never wanted anything as bad as this in your whole entire life. He was just so…perfect.

Last summer when your family had a party at the lake house, your friends all whispered how hot Joel was in his tight grey t-shirt and swim trunks. They’d say how built he was, how he must be great in bed, and they had called him the hottest dilf they’d ever seen. Of course they were right, but you were jealous of them. Because you wanted to be the only one that had eyes for him. You wanted him. Period. Even if he was strictly off limits.

He sits the glass down on the smooth bar top and turns back around, putting his full attention on you. “You uhhh, been seein’ anyone besides that handsy asshole lately?” he asks with darker eyes, a hint of anger on the tip of his tongue as his eyebrows furrow together.

There it was. That jealousy swirling off his tongue. Or overprotectiveness. Or possibly both. You couldn’t tell which it was.

“No, not really. Haven’t been dating much lately,” you say quietly.

“How come?” He’s curious. His eyebrows raise and he focuses intently on you, leaning in just a tad bit closer so he can hear you over the noisy crowd.

“Guess I just haven’t been interested in anyone,” you shrug, blowing it off like it isn’t a big deal, but apparently it is to him.

“Oh, but I’m sure guys are always askin’ ya out. A pretty thing like you, surely. Bet all their eyes are on ya.”

A pretty thing like you? The man just called you pretty. You swear you see stars in your eyes. The room feels dizzy as you take another drink, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

“I mean, not really,” you shake your head disagreeing.

“I don’t really believe that, you’re gorgeous. They’re missin’ out on a great girl. Just give it time. You’ll find someone worth your while.” He takes another sip of whiskey and looks at you from the corner of his eye, keeping those brown eyes only on you.

A great girl? Gorgeous?! You can’t help but feel a little disappointed when he says that you’ll find someone worth your while. You don’t want to find just someone, you want him and only him. That’s what you really want. But you need to stop mixing reality with fantasy. Joel would never let that happen. He wouldn’t disrespect your father like that or would he? You hoped he would.

“Have you finished my guitar yet?” you ask all of a sudden excited to see it. Joel was customizing your acoustic guitar and carving sunflowers into the wood. You’d asked him if he could do it because his woodwork was exceptional and you only wanted your guitar in the best hands. He said yes automatically, giving it no thought.

“I am. Just want to polish it up and then she’s all yours,” he says proudly, his smile crinkling up the edges of his mouth, exposing his adorable dimples that you love.

“Can I come see it?” you ask, almost begging with your eyes.

“Tonight?” he asks, hesitating just a bit with his voice.

“I mean, unless you have other plans,” you say, shrugging your shoulders slightly. He looks at you with a serious gaze in his eyes, and you notice his hand on his thigh slowly flex like he’s in deep thought.

Why was he hesitating? He had never hesitated around you before. But also, you’d never really been alone with him before. He’d occasionally picked you up a couple times or you’d be alone with him in the room for a few minutes at your house while your dad was grabbing something, but not in his house. Not alone, just the two of you.

He finally speaks as he runs a hand through his tousled curls, watching as they fall back into place perfectly. “No, don’t have any other plans. So, yeah. You’re welcome to come see it. I’ll have you try it out, see how you like it.”

“Maybe you can give me another lesson? It’s been awhile. You’re a great guitar teacher, best I ever had,” you smile at him, just on the edge of being flirtatious and drawing that thin line that you were about to cross.

“That so, darlin’?” he smirks, giving you butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Mhm,” you hum, taking another sip of your fruity drink.

“Well, glad to hear it. And we’ll see,” he says in a low voice.

He finishes up his whiskey and waits patiently for you to finish off your drink. As soon as you’re done, he pays for the drinks as the bartender takes up the tab.

“You ready to get out of here?” he asks as he stands up, pulling out his barstool.

“More than ready,” you respond as you get up and pull your denim shorts down. Joel’s eyes wander down to your tan thighs, and you swear you see that smoldering stare burning in his eyes return as he takes in the sight of your long legs. His gaze stays a few seconds too long as he quickly looks back up into your eyes, trying to play it off as he runs a hand through his thick curls slowly.

A low heat starts in your core, and you have to squeeze your legs together to ease the tension that was there. You’re already wet from seeing how your long legs affected him.

Fuck. You wanted him. Bad.

“Alright, c’mon then. Truck’s this way.” He leads you out of the busy bar as you wind your way through the crowd of people. He puts his hand on the small of your back, and you almost jolt at the action. He’d never done that before. But it feels…good. And you want his hand to continue to stay there, burning all the way down to your skin.

When you get out to the white Chevy, he unlocks the doors and then you climb into the front passenger seat. It’s nice and clean in here and smells like him. That woodsy pine smell that you love just lingering in the air. It makes you a little dizzy.

After he buckles his seatbelt, he puts the key in the ignition and then the truck rumbles lightly, the engine roaring to life. Ghost plays softly on the radio as the volume is turned low. You played Joel one of their songs a while ago and then he got hooked on them. You had to applaud yourself for getting him into your taste of music. Maybe one of these days he’d take you to their concert.

“I see you’re still listening to Ghost?” you ask with raised brows as you look over at him, laughing. He’s holding the steering wheel tight as he drives down the busy city streets, paying close attention to where he’s going.

“‘Course. Can’t believe you got me into them,” he says as he shakes his head, a gentle smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Well, you can’t deny they’re good. I mean, come on. Tobias is a musical genius,” you go on, getting lost in the song that’s playing on the speakers.

“No, you’re right. He’s good. Wouldn’t mind seein’ them if they ever decided to come to Austin,” he replies as he turns a corner, rotating the steering wheel sharp as his large hands grip around the leather. You watch the way his knuckles grasp the steering wheel strongly, wishing you could feel those hands on your body instead.

“Would you take me?” you ask quietly, blurring the lines of a boundary you shouldn’t cross.

His jaw slightly flexes as he flicks his eyes over to you. “If you’d wanna go, I’d take ya.” He looks back at the road before you respond.

“Really?” you ask shocked, not expecting that answer.

“Mhm. Might be fun,” he hums.

You sit back in your seat and smile out your passenger side window triumphantly as you watch the glow of the evening city lights pass by in a blur. This was nice. Having a little alone time with Joel. You didn’t think it’d go anywhere, but you were still glad you were here. With him.

Ghost’s song “Spillways” comes on next, and your eyes go wide as you jolt forward, reaching for the volume so you can turn it up. “I love this song!” you say excitedly.

You guess Joel had the same idea because he ends up reaching for the volume too. Your hand connects with his as he brushes against the top of yours. You gasp at the contact of his rough hand and quickly pull it away.

When Joel drops his hand, it connects with a plastic water bottle in the cup holder and sends it over the edge, tumbling down your way. He quickly reaches out to catch it, but he misses as it goes spiraling to the floorboard. Instead, his hand lands right on top of your thigh as his calloused fingers connect with your smooth skin.

Your eyes go wide as you hold in a breath. His hand feels so good. Both rough and soft at the same time, somehow the two intermingling with each other. His fingers gently curl against the edge of your thigh, lingering there a few seconds too long until he quickly grabs his hand away, bringing it back to the steering wheel hurriedly like his hand is on fire.

“Shit. Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to, well. Put my hand on ya,” he says hurriedly, apologizing in a quick breath.

“It’s okay…” you say slowly, still catching your breath from what just happened.

He lets out a drawn sigh as he takes his right hand and runs it through his tousled curls, looking like he’s in pain or fighting off something deep in his mind. He slowly brings his hand back down and barely grazes the steering wheel. He slowly flexes and extends his hand, the same hand he touched you with. It’s like he just pulled his hand from boiling water, like your thigh ignited something in him. Something hot and tempting…

He brings his hand up and rakes it through his scruff, his eyes in deep thought as his eyebrows furrow together. That touch to your thigh definitely affected him. You can clearly see that. You want to test the waters and bring his hand back down to your burning thigh. Let him trail his fingers up and down your inner thigh as they tease you, as they send slick down your center…

He sighs again before speaking. “Maybe I should just take ya home,” he says undecidedly, his voice right on the edge of shakiness.

Back home? Without going to his house first? No, no, you wouldn’t let that happen. This was your chance. Your one chance to test just where this would go. And you would not go back home without at least trying your luck.

“No,” you say a little too loud, a little too demanding.

“No?” he asks, one eyebrow raised in question at the harsh words that came out of your mouth.

“I mean…I just really want to see my guitar. Please?” you beg with a pleading voice, batting your eyelashes with the most innocent expression you can muster up.

Joel does a double take at you with his hand over his mouth, deciding if he should take you home or not, and then he nods in agreement. “Alright, alright. You can come see it,” he sighs.

Yes! You were screaming in silent victory at the win. You had him eating out of the palm of your hand. You just had to play it cool and not get pushy. If he wanted to make a move, then he’d be the one to do it. You wouldn’t push him. The next steps were all on him.

He was driving with one hand now as he leaned on the driver’s side window with his elbow, his hand gently resting under his jaw. He seemed to be lost in thought about something, his eyes pierced with attention on the road. And then it was silent except for the faint hum of the stereo. An uncomfortable silence you’d rather not sit in, so you decide to start up a conversation.

“So, how’s work going?” you ask, hoping it’ll break him of whatever intense trance he’s under.

“Busy, like usual. Got a few clients in this week, so my employees have been busy with those new projects. Have to say that I’ve been a little overwhelmed lately. Been workin’ late a lot. I feel bad cause a lot of the time I come home, Sarah’s already asleep. So I’ve been missin’ time with her. But I just hired a few more employees, so I’m hopin’ I’ll finally work some normal hours and not a ton of overtime like I have been.” He huffs out in annoyance, his forehead creasing into wrinkles as he rakes a hand over his mouth.

Poor Joel. He looks so frustrated, tired even. You slowly reach a hand out and sit it on his shoulder to show your understanding. “Hey, I’m sure Sarah understands. And I’m sorry you’ve been overworked. Hopefully things lighten up and you can get more time at home. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Especially with taking on side projects with my guitar. If I would’ve known, I wouldn’t have asked you,” you say in an apologetic voice, slowly bringing your hand back down to rest in your lap.

“No, it’s okay. I wanted to do that for ya. It’s no problem. I enjoyed working on it. And thank you, for the kind words. You always know just what to say to calm me down.” He looks over at you and gives you a small smile, nodding his head in a thank you.

“Oh, okay. And I try,” you say as you swallow.

You watch him turn on Waterlake Drive as he pulls into your neighborhood. Except you aren’t going home. Not yet anyways. You’re going to his house.

You pass your street and drive four blocks down as you turn on the dimly lit road. Houses aren’t right next to each other as each house has a big yard and their own privacy. Joel turns into his wide driveway and stops the truck, putting it into park.

Joel’s house is a big two story house that has a wraparound porch on the outside with blue shutters on the arched windows. There are two wooden rocking chairs that sit on the porch, and the yard is covered in towering oak trees. It’s a really pretty house, one that’s too big for only two people, but he fills up the space with all his projects that are lying around just waiting for him to finish.

You get out of the truck and slam the white door shut as you hear the beeping noise of Joel locking the truck. He takes out his keys and places the golden house key in the lock as he turns and opens the door.

“C’mon in,” he says as he opens the door for you, waiting for you to pass through.

You step through and make your way down the polished dark, wooden floors. Pictures of Joel and Sarah hang all along the staircase as you pass right by, heading for the living room.

The living room’s done up in tall white walls with pictures of Lake Texoma and wildlife sprawled across the side walls. A huge 70-inch flat screen sits mounted on the middle of the wall and a big cream colored couch sits in the middle of the room with a couple of leather recliners sitting a few feet apart from each other. A small, wooden side table with a luminous lamp sits next to the couch as it shines light throughout the room. And a tall, glass cabinet sits in the corner of the room that’s full of old Rock and Roll albums that both Joel and Sarah collect. It’s really homey, peaceful. You liked coming over here, even though you have only been a couple of times.

“Where’s Sarah at?” you ask, looking around the quiet house.

“She ain’t here. She’s at a friend’s for the weekend,” he responds as he walks back in from the open kitchen.

Oh. So you were all alone with him. In his house.

Fuck.

“Well, have a seat and I’ll go grab your guitar,” Joel says as he exits the room.

You take a seat in the middle of the couch and try to relax, but you’re still flustered from Joel putting his hand on your thigh. It was probably just an accident. You were probably just blowing it all out of proportion, so you needed to calm the hell down. But you’re all alone with him, and that makes heat build in the pit of your stomach.

After a couple of minutes in silence, Joel comes back into the room with your guitar in his hands. He has it flipped to where you can’t see the front of it, keeping it a surprise for you.

“Alright, here it is. Why don’t you take a look.” He flips it around to where you can see it, and you gasp at how stunning it is.

The solid, light spruce guitar looks as if it’s shining. The strings are completely redone, and the narrow neck and body look like they have been resanded to perfection. But what catches your eye the most is the gorgeous, carved etchings in the acoustic guitar that makes patterns of sunflowers all over the bottom half of the guitar. Gold, pink, and orange fill in the flowers and a single hand painted purple butterfly sits at the top, along with a few sparkly swirls around the edges that are all sorts of bright colors.

You walk over to him and place your hand on the guitar, gently running your hand over the smooth etchings of the designs he had made for you.

Holy shit. It was incredible, the most beautiful guitar you had ever seen in your entire life.

Your mouth is agape and your eyes are wide as you take in the beauty that sits in his hands, just waiting for you to play. “Joel…I don’t even know what to say. It’s beautiful. How did you…” You’re completely speechless. You don’t know what to say.

“You like it?” he asks with a hopeful smile, his brown eyes trained on you.

“Like it? I love it!” you shout in glee.

“Good, that’s good. Glad ya do.” He says as he runs a hand through his tousled curls as one stray curl falls over his face.

God, what you would give to run your hands through those smooth curls. You could get lost in them for hours.

“Here, why don’t ya try it out?” he asks as he hands the guitar to you. You gently take the smooth guitar in your hands and walk over to the couch as you sit in the middle, right on the edge. You strum the cords as it’s perfectly tuned. Joel must’ve tuned it for you. That man was so thoughtful, you just couldn’t get enough of him.

“You remember that song I taught you?” he asks as he comes around the couch and stands a few feet away, looking at you as if he’s waiting on something.

“You mean that Nirvana song?” you ask, not exactly recalling the entire song.

“Yeah. Something In the Way. You remember it?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Umm, I think so. It’s been awhile since I played,” you reply honestly.

“Well, go on and try it. I can help ya if you get lost.”

“Right. Okay. Let me see if I remember,” you say as your voice trails off. You get your hands in position and take a deep breath as you line your fingers up just right. You start the song off slow, trying to recall all the notes to play.

You start off strong as you remember the beginning. Joel’s nodding his head in the corner as he watches you, keeping an eye on your fingers as you play. The more he watches you, the more you get nervous. You start to fumble your fingers and mess up the cords as the wrong tune comes out. You’re getting frustrated with yourself that you’re letting your dad’s best friend get you this flustered. It wasn’t fair. What was wrong with you?

“Shit,” you say with a frustrated sigh as you mess up the cords again. You scrunch your brows together and curse under your breath.

“Hey, it’s okay. You just messed up the bridge of the song. Let me show you.” He comes to sit on the couch beside you, so close that his thigh connects with yours as his muscles hug his jeans to him.

He places his left hand on yours as he positions your fingers exactly where they need to be. You bite your lip as his calloused fingers connect with yours, his thick fingers gently guiding you through the bridge. You can’t focus with him this close. He smells like whiskey and pines, a woodsy scent that’s clinging itself to you, making you dizzy from the smell.

You mess up again as you lose focus, only thinking of how good he smells and how delicious he’d taste. You’re starving for him. A hungry lioness that wants to devour her prey. And that prey is Joel.

Your right hand forgets to strum, and you mess up the entire song.

Christ. Get a hold of yourself!

“Sorry, I haven’t practiced in a few weeks. I thought I’d at least remember the entire song. It wasn’t that long ago that I was playing it,” you sigh disheartened.

“You’re doin’ fine, sweetheart. You want me to refresh ya on the song?” he says with deep brown eyes staring you down in question.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” you reply with a more upbeat tone.

“C’mere then.” He scoots his body to the back of the couch and spreads his legs as he grabs your waist and pulls you to him, sitting you down right in between his legs, right against his broad chest. His arms circle you as his hands come down on top of yours, covering them with his calloused fingers burning into yours as he positions them on the strings.

You gasp at the position you’re in. Joel had never taught you like this. Being this close, practically in his lap.

Fuck.

“You wanna go over to C and play these cords together.” He takes your fingers and strums them along the neck of the guitar, guiding your right hand to play some different notes. He takes you through the entire song slowly as he guides your fingers through every note.

“Alright, that’s good. There ya go. A little slower, right there. Good,” he murmurs as his deep breath rumbles from his chest, sending vibrations through your back.

His instructions were always so clear, so crisp as he languidly guides you with his rough hands. He was an excellent teacher, the best you’d ever had. Always so careful, so pristine, so diligent, so attentive…

His hot breath is blowing down your neck as he leans over your shoulder, his lips so painstakingly close to your skin that he could lean over and drag his lips over your neck. He scoots his hips up as he comes closer to you, so close that your back is crushed against his broad chest and his biceps are caging you in as you hold the guitar. His thighs are right up against yours as they gently squeeze your legs, making your breathing pick up at how close he is now.

He’s practically suffocating you with his tight abs and woodsy scent, letting the whiskey get you drunk from his breath breathing down your neck. It’s almost insufferable at how worked up you’re getting over him. You’re agitated, sexually frustrated at how fucking much you want to jump in his lap and pull his lips down to yours. Let him get you drunk off his whiskey taste as his tongue explores your mouth thoroughly.

He dismantles his hands from yours and coaxes you to keep going with a gentle, steady voice. “Now, you try by yourself. See if you can play it back to me.” He lets his hands fall to the sides of the couch as he stays in place, your body tucked into his tightly.

“You want me to play it myself?” you ask with hesitation in your voice.

“Mhm. Go on now. Play it for me,” he repeats.

You take a deep breath and get your hands in place, focusing on the cords. You slowly start playing the Nirvana song as the guitar strums to life. You’re getting the hang of it, finally remembering the right cords to play.

As you get further in the song, Joel sits up straighter and leans forward, his hands moving to his jeans and his lips almost brushing your neck. You keep playing, trying not to get distracted by the handsome man that sits behind you.

You’re closing in on the end of the song, just about a minute more left and then Joel interrupts your concentration. “That’s really good, darlin’. Nice and steady. You’re a fast learner. Think I could teach ya harder, more complicated songs in no time,” he replies with a low voice, making you break your train of focus.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you ask quietly as you continue strumming along lightly, barely picking at the cords.

“Metallica, Bullet for My Valentine, Ghost, all those bands you like,” he lulls as he presses further into you, his lips dangerously close to your skin. You can feel his breath hit your collarbone. That hot, sweltering breath that you want to bask in, burn in.

“I’d like that,” you purr.

“Yeah?” he asks, digging one of his hands into the material of his jeans like he was trying to control himself.

“Yeah,” you reply, still faintly playing the guitar.

Without warning, he lifts his left hand and moves your long, beachy curls out of the way, sweeping them over your left shoulder so he has access to your neck.

He gently slides his nose up the right side of your neck, stopping right before he gets to your earlobe as he breathes in deep. “You smell like citrus and vanilla,” he groans in a deep voice as he moves his right hand to your thigh, resting it gently on the top of it.

Your eyes go wide as his fingers trail up your leg, slowly inching their way to your inner thigh as his fingers flex, running his nails up and down in steady strides, his hand ending just at the cutoff of the denim material, so close that he could lift the edges and dive his hand into darker, wetter regions.

His calloused fingers slowly flex and extend as he gently runs his fingers over your skin, making you want to come absolutely undone right there on the couch. His lips graze your skin as they trail down your neck, barely skimming the surface as you feel just how soft his lips really are. They feel magnetic as he teases you with his lips, not yet fully giving in.

You’re still playing the song, just a few seconds left before it’s over. “Doin’ so good, darlin’. Such a good little guitar player,” he purrs as his lips make contact with your skin, his mouth gently brushing up the side of your neck as you feel him sink down into you, hitting that sensitive spot that drives you crazy.

Fuck.

A wave of slick pools at your center as you squeeze your legs together, a breathless moan getting stuck in your throat. You stop playing, not able to concentrate any longer. Not when his mouth is on your neck and his fingers are pressed against your inner thigh.

“Joel,” you press, your voice coming out as clipped and desperate.

His fingers trail up to the waistband of your jean shorts as he dances his fingers up and down the denim, teasing you like he knows what he’s doing because he does know. He knows damn well what it’s doing to you. He’s working you up nice and slow. Starting that low burn in your stomach as it spreads to your center, down your thighs.

“You tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he says in a deep, husky voice as he kisss your neck again, his fingers slowly unbuttoning the top button on your jean shorts.

Suddenly the room is too hot, the tension too thick in the air. Your breath is coming in and out like you’re about to hyperventilate and your skin is scorching at his touch. You feel your spine tingling as he grazes his lips against your jawline, his fingers slowly unzipping your shorts, getting ready to take them off.

“Don’t stop, please,” you beg as you move your hips up, slowly setting the guitar to the side as you put your hands on his knees, holding on for dear life.

“Don’t want me to stop? Want me to keep goin’? Want me to show you how else I can use my fingers?” he asks seductively, his voice low as you listen to that melodic tone.

“Yes, please. Show me,” you plead as you bite your lip in anticipation.

“Alright, I’ll show ya. Just ‘cause you asked nicely,” he says as he unzips the zipper all the way and pushes the shorts down your legs, letting them drop to the floor as he trails his fingers up and down your inner thighs, letting you squirm against him as you can’t stand the anticipation any longer.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. How long I’ve had my eyes on you, you pretty thing,” he groans as he ghosts his hand over your center, lightly tugging at your waistband as he slowly lifts the pink lace up, sticking his thumb inside as it trails across the top, not quite yet to your dripping center where you need him the most.

“And those legs. God, those long, tan legs. So soft, so perfect,” he purrs as he trails his left hand up your thigh, letting his finger gently slide down your clothed center as it causes a hiss to come from your mouth.

“You want this?” he asks as he sinks his right hand lower, finding your slick folds as he barely puts pressure on them.

“Oh, fuck. Yes,” you groan out as you try to spread your legs further apart, your center desperate for some relief.

“Mmmm, thought so,” he murmurs, a thick, heavy breath coming from his throat.

He puts more pressure on your center and spreads your folds as he circles you slowly. You can hear the sloshing and sticky noises from your wetness and it’s making you so much more turned on, making you feral for his touch.

“Goddamn, you’re wet, darlin’. All this for me?” he asks with a smirk as he uses his other hand to slowly slide your ruined underwear to the floor, leaving you completely bare on the bottom.

He takes a good look at you as he spreads your legs over his thighs and opens you wider, exposing your dripping cunt that’s at complete mercy to Joel’s hands.

“Fuck, you’re pretty, baby,” he growls as he runs his hands up further and catches your clit as he puts more pressure into it. Circling nice and slow, building up that arousal and heat that threatens to make you come undone in just a matter of time.

“Oh, God,” you moan as you grip his thighs and dig your fingers into his jeans as you lean your back into him, his lips skimming down your jaw as he works at your clit meticulously. Feeding your arousal that’s pooling all around you as another wave of slick washes down your thighs.

“That’s it, darlin’. Gonna show ya exactly how a man should get a woman off. Want you to scream my name by the time I have you comin’. Gonna show you just how good your daddy’s best friend can finger fuck you,” he growls, a low guttural sound coming from deep in his throat. It’s primal and territorial. He’s claiming what’s his. And it’s you. And it’s hot as hell.

You let out a breathy moan as he plunges two fingers into your dripping cunt as he works hard and fast at sliding his fingers in and out of you. Up and down, back and forth as the sounds of slick and wet fingers connect, causing you to buck up your hips at the building sensation. You’re already so close and you can’t take much more. It’s too much. He’s too much.

He presss a hand down on your hips and clicks his tongue, locking you in with his grip so you’re unable to move. “You stay in place, sweetheart. I’m not lettin’ you get away just yet. You’re so close, I can feel it. The way you’re arching your back and tightening your pretty cunt around my fingers. You’re almost there, and I’m gonna make you come hard, understand?” he asks in a low, raspy voice as you feel his bulging erection growing in his jeans as you push back against it.

“Yes. Please, Joel,” you beg as you lay your head against his shoulder, looking up at the now blown out black pits of his eyes as he stares down at you with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Please what?” he smiles down, his smirk playing across the side of his mouth, making him look handsome as hell.

“Make me come,” you whisper out of breath.

“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.”

He takes his thumb and presses down on the most sensitive spot of your clit as his index and middle fingers work at your insides, pumping in and out as the wet, sloshing noises get louder.

Your legs start to shake as he circles and circles your clit, rubbing faster and harder as your breathing picks up and a hot, burning sensation is right at the edge of spilling over. The room gets heavier and thicker as the gasping moans and heat intertwine together, making a muggy room of desire and seduction.

Your legs are shaking so much that Joel has to hook your right leg under his as his left hand holds your other one down. He’s going to make you ride out this orgasm whether you can handle it or not. The sensation is overbearing as you feel your walls start to spasm as they squeeze around his thick fingers that pump in and out of you.

“Joel, I can’t…I’m so…I’m almost…” you moan in quick, shaky breaths. Barely able to hang on any longer.

“C’mon, baby. Let go. That’s it. Want you to be a good girl and come on my fingers. Come on, almost there,” he coaxes as he speeds up his fingers and plunges deep into the spongy spot of your walls, pressing firmly on your clit in just the right spot.

You feel your insides clench up one more time around his fingers as white, hot heat fills your entire body and then your walls go slack as you feel yourself release hot liquid all over his fingers. You let your eyes roll back as you moan his name loud as the liquid continues to drip down your center and covers the inside of your thighs.

“There ya go. Such a good girl,” he purrs, his eyes bleeding into yours as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

It’s like you’re hypnotized, in a daze the way your body feels like it’s floating as Joel works you through your intense orgasm, his fingers slowly fucking up inside you as he makes sure he gets every drop of slick inside you that he can.

He takes his other arm and gently runs it up and down your thigh, easing you from your orgasm as you slowly come back to earth. He gently uncurls his fingers from inside you and brings them up to his mouth, lapping up the slick on his fingers as your eyes go wide at the provocative action. He gently runs his other hand down your arm in a comforting way and then slowly unlatches your legs from his grip.

“That was incredible…” you express with blown out pupils, your heart racing a thousand miles per hour as you sink all your weight into his chest.

Joel laughs as he pulls you into his lap and caresses your cheek, slowly pushing a strand of hair behind your ear in an affectionate way. He was being so careful with you, so gentle. You felt so safe and secure in his strong arms. It was nothing like you’d felt before with a man. Joel was one of a kind.

“Glad I could make ya feel good,” he laughs as a gentle smile curls up at his lips, his dark eyes hovering over you as his lips are just inches from yours. You want to taste them, see how good they feel on yours.

“I didn’t think…I didn’t know you were into me,” you answer quietly as you stare up at him, waiting for a reply.

He furrows his eyebrows and flexes his jaw before he speaks. “Sweetheart, I’ve liked you for quite some time now. Just didn’t know how to go about it with your dad being my best friend and all.” He sighs and lets his head drop back against the couch as he takes you with him. He rakes a hand through his messy curls and looks back up at you with another sigh. “Your father would kill me if he knew I just finger fucked his daughter.”

“He doesn’t have to know. It’s our own little secret,” you snicker as you lean your head on his chest. “Joel, I’ve liked you a long time. A very long time. I just thought you were off limits.” You shrug as you relax back into him as his arms pull you in and keep you warm.

“I mean technically I should be off limits, but…” He trails off and doesn’t finish his sentence as his eyes are in a far away place.

“But what?” You shake him out of his trance as he comes back down to reality.

“But…I can’t leave you alone now. Not after this,” he gestures to the mess on the couch that you made. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re mine now. And I don’t intend on sharing,” he growls as his dark eyes penetrate your gaze, sinking deep into you, awakening something that had been dormant till you met him.

Mine? Oh. You liked the sound of that. A lot. And it was possessive, dominant, making you hungry for more of him, needing more of him.

“Then don’t,” you breathe out in a quiet voice, your eyes intently locked on his.

He looks into your eyes with those desperate, needy honey eyes of his and then looks down at your lips, repeating the sequence a couple more times before he cups your chin and brings you in close. He presses his lips to yours as his large hands cup your face. It’s slow, romantic, everything you hoped it would be.

The kiss deepens as you part your lips and invite him in. He slides his tongue in your mouth and collides into yours as he slowly swirls and massages your tongue with his. His lips are so soft and large, feeling like they’re made just for you. And his taste.

God, he tastes so good. You can taste the hint of hazelnut coffee, a drop of whiskey, and maybe a taste of honey as his tongue invades your mouth in all the right places.

You moan into his mouth as he kisses you deeper, faster, more desperate as he grabs the back of your hair and pulls at just the right pressure. It feels good. Like he’s being dominant with you but also soft, the perfect combination.

You push your body up as you straddle his lap, feeling that tight bulge in his pants as you start to unbuckle his leather belt, desperate to get your hands on him. He puts a strong hand around your wrist and stops you before you can go any further.

“And what do ya think you’re doin’?” he asks as he lifts an eyebrow, a small smile hiding behind his serious gaze.

“I just wanted to make you feel good too,” you confess, giving him the best smirk you can muster up.

“Is that so?” he asks with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Mhm,” you hum, using your free hand to push his broad chest back into the soft couch.

“Hmmm. Alright then, darlin’. Show me.” He lets go of your wrist and lets you pull the belt loose from his dark jeans. You slowly unzip the zipper but before you can pull down his pants, he stops you again as he cups your chin and lifts your head to look into his eyes.

“On your knees,” he growls dominantly as his eyes turn from soft brown to dark black pits as his pupils expand.

“Yes, Mr. Miller,” you reply automatically without thinking as you drop to the soft rug, getting on your knees as you place your hands on his muscular thighs.

“Just Joel, darlin’,” he reminds you. “Now, be a good girl and show me how good you can suck this cock.”

He stares down at you with seductive eyes and a large smirk painted across his face. He looks so goddamn pretty. And the way his plaid sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick veins that cover his arms is making you even more turned on.

You waste no time and pull down his jeans and then his black briefs, freeing his erection from the combines of his pants. It plants firmly against his stomach, and you gasp at just how large he is.

Holy shit. He’s massive.

You gulp and scoot up to the edge of the couch as you bring your hand around his thick width. You start sliding your hand up and down his large length, watching as the veins in his cock wrap around him, feeling the coarse, wiry hair that blankets around the base of him, transfixed on just how big he is.

You bring your head down and slowly lick the tip as you let your tongue swirl around all his sensitive spots, still using your hand to slide up and down him as precum bubbles over the edge. You savour the taste of him as you let the salty flavor run down your throat all hot and sticky like. You lick the tip again, this time looking at him seductively under your long eyelashes as you let your hand work up and down his largeness.

“Fuck,” he moans under his breath as you stare up at him, his black pupils blown out as he watches you devour him inch by inch.

You test your limits and take him further into your mouth, going down as far as you can until you gag on him, slowly coming back up for air before you go back down again.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty sucking my cock, darlin’,” he groans as a grabs the back of your hair as you go down on him again, this time taking him deeper, going past your limits. You choke on him as you feel your throat constrict around his length, feeling just how thick he is as the salty taste runs down your throat like warm cider.

He fists your hair and works you up and down him as you gag and choke on his delicious cock. Your eyes water as you feel saliva pool in your mouth and run down your chin as he takes you as far as you can go, speeding up his actions as he fucks your mouth over and over again. Up and down, deeper and deeper. Driving you fucking crazy.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he growls, sending a wave of slick between your legs as you continue deep throating him.

He loves every second of it, and you love it just as much as he does. You love feeling his cock slide in and out of your mouth, love tasting him, love the way his eyebrows furrow together and the deep, breathless moans he makes from his throat as you make him come to life. And you love how possessive he gets with it. It’s so fucking hot. You revel in making him yours, making him want you, making him feel like he’s the most special man in the world, because he is. He’s so special, and now he’s yours. All yours.

He deep throats you one more time as he hits the back of your throat, making you audibly gag around him as your throat closes up around him, squeezing him as your saliva encases his thick cock.

“Goddamn!” he moans loudly as he pulls out of your throat as the saliva sticks to the end of his hard cock, running a trail of glistening saliva from his tip to your chin as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You miss one as it runs down your face.

Joel leans forward and catches it, wiping it away with his thumb as he cleans the saliva from your chin, making sure you don’t have a spot left on your face.

“You didn’t come,” you say quietly, unsure of why he stopped you.

He bites his bottom lip before answering you back. “I know, darlin’. That’s ’cause I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes turn into deep black pits again as he yanks you up from the floor and straddles you across his lap, the tip of his cock just inches from your weeping entrance as you’re soaked with arousal.

“Want you to ride me, sweetheart. Now get on top of me,” he instructs. He lifts your hips as he moves the tip of his cock to your drenched entrance, just barely slipping in, waiting for you to go down.

“Lower for me,” he demands, his voice raspy and deep. You slowly lower yourself down on him as he presses up deeper into you, expanding your walls right to the point of pain. You wince but keep your face controlled as you start to ride him nice and slow, feeling just how thick he is as you squeeze him, starting to move faster as you go up and down, up and down. Feeling every single flutter that your walls make as his large length caves inside you.

You groan and press your forehead against his as you straddle and ride him, digging your thighs into his sides as he grabs the back of your ass and squeezes, sending slick running down your center. The room starts to grow too hot, the stickiness and humidity mixing in with your fully aroused state. You can feel your hair stick to your face as the sweat shimmers across your forehead. You speed up the intensity, feeling every single detail of his cock as he rams up inside you time and time again. Making you nearly drown in your own slick.

“Fuck,” you groan as you continue riding him, building up that sweet orgasm that’s about to be set free. The sticky, slick noise from him sliding in and out of you is too much. He’s too much, too sexy, too fucking good for you. You need a release, you need to come. This was too much. “Joellllll,” you moan as you draw out the last syllable of his name, begging for him to make you come.

“That’s it, darlin’. Taking me so fucking good like the good girl you are. You’re almost there. I can feel it,” he says seductively, making you bite your lip at how sexy his bedroom voice is. It’s low, deep, provocative. A noise that could make you come just at the sound of. He’s electric.

“Want some assistance, darlin’?” he asks with low, drawn out words. Setting your insides on fire.

“Mhmm,” you hum out, trying your best to keep yourself in one piece.

He grabs the back of your hair and pulls you to his mouth as he devours you, biting your lower lip and shoving his tongue inside your mouth as he twirls around yours, setting your taste buds on fire. Drowning in his coffee and whiskey taste, wanting to drink him down until you can’t taste anything except him. Only him.

He takes control and places his hands on your hips as he bucks up inside you, thrusting deeper and deeper until he’s bottoming out, hitting you so deep that you swear you start seeing stars.

You place your hands around his neck and hold tight, your fingers wrapping around the curls that reach the back of his head as you claw at him, running your nails through his scalp. He moans at the sensation and continues plunging into you with his massiveness taking over you entirely, feeling every vibration through your body as you’re on cloud nine. You’re almost there, almost…

“You on birth control?” he asks with gritted teeth, a low growl leaving his throat as he thrusts inside you, sinking his nails into your sides.

“Mhm,” you choke out a moan, barely able to answer.

“Mmmm that’s good. Real good. Gonna spill all inside ya then. Is that what you want, darlin’? Want my cum inside that pretty pussy?” he asks with a gritted, clipped tone that’s full of arousal.

“Yes, please. Fuck,” you moan as he places his thumb on the throbbing bud of your clit, pressing just enough to pull that building orgasm out of you as you clench around his thick cock and feel white, hot heat slide over you.

You throw your head back and moan his name, feeling yourself unclench from him as you spill all down his long length. You feel your fingertips go tingly, the sensation making its way all the way down to your toes as they curl, feeling your heart speed up as the palpitations set in. It’s the most intense orgasm you ever had in your entire life, and you know then that you will never be able to get Joel out of your head. You’re hooked like a shot of espresso. Needing to consume it every day to be able to function properly. He’s like a drug. Nightshade. Deadly but intoxicating, a taste you can’t resist. A taste you crave, want, desire.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Your face is so fucking pretty when you cum, when you’re saying my name,” he growls as he emphasizes the my. Making it sound like you belonged to him now. And fuck you want that more than anything.

He thrusts inside you faster, harder as he knits his eyebrows together, getting caught in deep concentration as his breaths become ragged, unhinged. “You’re so tight, feels so good inside ya. You’re squeezing me so hard. Goddamn, you pretty thing,” he groans as he digs his fingers into your hips, pounding once, twice, three more times before he holds you down on his thighs and rolls his eyes up to look into yours with those black pits staring up at you hungrily.

He opens his mouth and moans as he spills his cum inside you. You feel the sticky, hot mess coat your walls as he thrusts once more, getting his fill of you entirely. Your breathing is rough and winded as you chase down your high from the intense fucking.

He keeps you there, staying inside you for just a few minutes as you both collect your breath and just stare at each other, taking in each other’s ecstasy and heat as the tension doesn’t disperse from the room. It stays like a hot, summer day with the humidity intensifying. It’s like you’re in the middle of a rainforest. It’s so hot, so suffocating, so muggy. And you can see that you’re caught in the middle of a hard spot. Alone with the stalking panther that wants to eat you alive. And that panther is Joel. He catches you, and now you’re all his for the taking. A complete menace at best.

He finally slides out of you as you feel his seed start to drip from you as it drops against his thighs, mixing in with the sweat and lust from each other. He falls to his back on the couch and brings you with him as he pulls you into his arms and brings your legs over his as he gently drags his fingers up and down them, soothing you from the hot cardio you had just taken part in.

“Fuck,” he says in a deep voice as he kisses the top of your head and brings his hand under your chin, lifting it so he can look into your eyes. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby. And your eyes. They’re so beautiful, they’re practically sparkling for me right now, just like diamonds.” Your breath catches as he gazes over you, admiring your beauty and charm as he caresses your cheek affectionately.

Oh, God. You’re in trouble. You’re falling hard and fast for your dad’s best friend. What a mess.

“Joel,” you say with admiration as you rake your fingers through his salt and pepper scruff, acquiring a slight groan from deep in his throat from the light touch. “I like you. A lot,” you breathe as you hold back tears from streaming over. You don’t want this to be over. It couldn’t be. You wouldn’t let it be.

“Oh, darlin’. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. To have you, to hold you, to feel just how soft your skin really was. Been holdin’ back a long time. But something snapped in me tonight. When I saw you with that guy. I wanted to wring his fucking neck,” he spits as his eyes go cold. You gasp at the intensity of him. Of his words. He really does like you. This is real, it’s all real. And you just can’t believe it.

You run your hand down his broad chest as he pulls you closer, and you lean into him as your head rests on his chest, feeling every ragged breath go in and out as his chest rises and falls in waves.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to leave you alone now, darlin’. Not after this,” he says, holding you tight as he strokes your cheek, pulling back another strand of hair behind your ear softly.

“Then don’t,” you breathe, hope filling your gut as you cling to his bulky, tight arms.

He lets out a soft chuckle as he plays with your soft curls, running his hand through your hair gently as it sends a wave of warmth and serotonin over you, completely calming you of any anxiety. “I don’t intend to, darlin’. You’re all mine,” he coos.

Mine. There it was again. You were his and it felt so right.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?” he hums as the vibrations in his chest reverberate around you like a thunderstorm but calming you entirely.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” you ask in a quiet, meek voice.

“‘Course, sweetheart. I wasn’t planning on takin’ ya home. Not after this. You’re stayin’ with me.” He cups your chin and slowly brings his lips down on yours as you drink him in nice and slow, fully embracing the taste of him that was now a part of you.

When you finally break apart, you look up at him with a worried look on your face, your anxiety returning in full force like a galloping horse about to collide with another.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows and soft brown eyes that are searching your face, trying to find what was wrong.

“My dad….what if he somehow finds out that we…what if…”

He puts his thumb on your lips and hushes you, a gentle soothing sound coming from his mouth. “We can worry about that another day. He ain’t gonna find out,” he reassures you.

The unsettled feeling dwells in the pit of your stomach, and the worried expression doesn’t leave your face as you continue looking at him. A tear threatening to pool at the corner of your eye, but you hold it in. Not wanting to worry Joel with your anxious thoughts.

“Hey, you trust me?” he asks as he looks deep in your eyes, his brown eyes honing in like a hawk.

“Yes, of course,” you nod.

He takes your hand in his as he clasps his thick fingers around yours. “Then believe me when I say this will work out. I’m not lettin’ ya go, darlin’. I’m gonna make sure your daddy doesn’t find out. He ain’t gonna suspect a thing.”

You nod up at him, slowly pulling yourself back together. “Okay,” you agree.

“Alright. Now, let’s go get you cleaned up in the shower and get ya to bed. You must be exhausted,” he says as he pulls you up from the couch, picking you up bridal style and carrying you up the stairs to his bathroom.

After the warm shower, you get right in his bed with him. Wrapped up in his strong arms with one of his large plaid shirts hugging your body as you breathe in his pine and woodsy scent, enveloping yourself entirely in him as you memorize exactly what he smells like. Wanting to remember this moment as the best night of your life.

You fall asleep shortly as you listen to the faint sound of his breathing as you lay against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. And that night you only dream of brown eyes, broad arms, thick fingers, and wet, sticky sensations. But one thing still clings to the back of your mind as you dream of Joel. Just one thing that you can’t quite shake as it interrupts your sweet, wet dreams of Joel. And that one thing is your dad.

Fuck. You just had mind blowing sex with your daddy’s best friend.

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Part 2

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

The last drop in The Last Drop🍺✨

Here is my self indulging fic set in the Arcane series because I miss Vander a lot and I need to cope with the ending somehow -> Basically a fic where I add an og character (a little girl named Luna) who becomes Vander's fifth adopted child (shoutout to the single dad of the year)

Disclaimer: I haven't played LOL and english isn't my first language, so yeah, and oh I've got daddy issues (reason for which I'm writing this lol)

Mi main Masterlist: here!

Pre-Act 1.1

It's alright, little one

Luna liked Vander's hands. They made her feel safe. He made her feel safe

She's got us now

The Last Drop was a loud place, and Vander's kids were also loud, but Luna slowly begins to fit in within the chaos with her new family

You're not by yourself anymore, Lu

Luna has nightmares, but Vander will always be there for her. She just has to learn that.

I like being close to you

Luna likes to hang out behind the counter because she likes being close to Vander.

It's nice to make new friends

Luna meets Ekko for the first time.

We're having a game night!

When Vander realizes Luna is scared of thunderstorms, he thinks of something to help distract her from the next storm.

To protect something precious one must be willing to do anything

As Luna keeps Vander company while he cleans up for the night, an unexpected visitor arrives: a man with a long coat, black hair, and a scarred eye.

And I'll keep choosing you, every single day

Vander had been called many things in his life, but no one had ever said 'Dad' to him. Until now.

You're my family. Every single one of you.

Mylo, Vi and Claggor get frustrated because they are grounded for a week, and they get angry because Vander doesn't seem to get as angry with Powder and Luna when they do wrong. It's time for him to remind them that he doesn't have any favourites (this one follows directly the one shot/chapter before "And I'll keep choosing you, every single day").

This is somethin' special, kid

On a rare sunny day in the Lanes, all the kids go outside to have fun and play, but not Luna. She stays in the basement all day working on a super secret project that she reveals at the end of the day to her family.

Takes one to know one

Luna makes a new friend, except he isn't from the Lanes, but from Piltover. A boy named Seb.

... more to come!

Drabbles pre Act 1.1.

Told you sprinkles are important!

Vander, Powder and Luna bake Vi a birthday cake.

'Guess the tooth fairy knows her stuff

About a tooth fairy named Claggor.

He's so going to kill us

Luna tags along Vi and Claggor to complete an assignment for Vander, however, she loses them and ends up alone (scaring the sh*t out of her siblings and dad).

... more to come!

Act 1.1

I’ll still fight every day. For them.

Vander wakes up after being taken by Singed for his experiments.

... more to come!

If you have any requests or want to see something happen let me know! I do have a few things mapped out, but as this is a very self indulging fic, I'll probably don't follow a concrete order posting (maybe one day I post a one shot set when they were all kids and the next day one set in season 2, idk depends on the mood ig)

Tell me if you want to be tagged!

[madelynraemunson]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

---

"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

———

“Fuck, right there, Steve…”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

———

author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Currently thinking about The Batfam and what Hogwarts houses people usually put them in vs what house I think they’re actually in, Let’s go:

Starting off with Dick Grayson, he’s the oldest and most of the fandom knows him as “the golden boy”! The original Robin and the mother hen mediator of his siblings… he works so very hard to keep this reputation, inside he is a feral feral child. Defo got some anger issues that he shoves down because he blames himself for Jason’s death of reasons. Most people put him in either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. As an adult, I agree he does fit these houses… however. The children of Hogwarts do not get sorted as fleshed out adults, they get sorted as feral 11 year olds. And 11 year old dick was as feral as they come. I think what house he’s in really depends on what age you think he was when his parents were murdered. The most accepted ages are 8-12, which means that there’s some wiggle room here. Pre-orphan hood I feel like he could swing that Gryffinpuff nature that many people believe him to be. However, if this is after the accident, I believe that it would be a toss up between Gryffindor and Slytherin depending on how long ago it happened. If it’s 8-9 I believe it’d be closer to Gryffindor because he’d have more time to settle into his role as Robin and maybe he’s starting to lean more toward Reckless and fun than “I will murder those that have wronged me” that early orphan-hood brought him. If he was 10-11 and still feeling that rage, then Slytherin.

Next we have Jason Todd-Wayne! Second Oldest… kinda, I think he and Cass are tied. Second Robin and first adopted, Jason grew up on the streets of Crime Alley and his tough skin showcased that. But! Don’t let his past fuel you, this boy is famous for his “Robin makes me Magic” quote (I’m so sorry if that’s not the actual quote, but I’m not doing research this is vibes and past knowledge only) and made Batman wait until he was finished with his homework to go on Patrol. Though Famous for his death, Resurrection and anger issues and murder, once again he did not die until 15/16, so we will be sorting him based on his 11 year old self. Now, honestly I don’t know where most people sort him beyond Ravenclaw because the Ravenclaw people are correct. This man has valued education since the day he was born. Pre-adoption or not, the moment he hears that Ravenclaw has a built in Library he was never going anywhere else.

Down the line we have Timothy “Tim” Drake-Wayne! Third Robin, ace photographer and Detective, he figured out who Batman was when he was 9. I don’t feel like Tim needs much explaination for me to say Slytherin, but I’ll give a bit anyway. It’s commonly believed that as an adult, Tim would be in Slytherin. It’s also commonly believed that the only reason he doesn’t kill is because Bruce doesn’t allow it. At 11 years old, not adopted by Bruce or in regular contact with him at all and criminally neglected, Tim has no super vision, resources, a brilliant mind, and too much time on his hands. When I say he would do anything to get what he wants, or what he thinks needs to happen, he fucking will.

Alright! Next up we have Stephanie Brown! Now I will be so honest, a lot of these next characters I don’t know a lot about them or their backgrounds, so I will be trying my best. This girl has ✨daddy issues✨, her dad is the knock off Riddler: Cluemaster. She grew up in Gotham proper, though I don’t know the specific neighborhood. She donned a mask costume to take him down herself, running into the third Robin, befriending him and eventually takes over for him a bit when his dad’s being a Debby downer. Valiantly refuses to be adopted by Batman. Very tough, very classy, I dub her a Gryffindor through and through… Although she can get into the Ravenclaw common room with ease.

Following her, we’ve got the legend herself Cassandra Cain-Wayne. Raised to be a living weapon by her father and escaped him after her first kill, she was never taught how to speak, only read body language. Found by Barbara Gordon at… 16? I think, she was eventually either taught how to sign and speak or had her brain magically rewired to understand speech and learned it alongside sign then. Again, don’t really understand her personality, but from what I’ve read she has a vicious sense of right and wrong and a mischievous streak just as long and wide and her brother’s, though the adults never suspect her. At 11 years old, I feel like she would find a home in Hufflepuff. She doesn’t quite know who she is, but she’s hard working and vicious like a badger if you fuck with her.

Finishing off the Batgirls, we have the original: Barbara Gordon! Originally Batgirl, now Oracle, I have no idea where people normally put her. I can see her going into any house: she’s hard working and kind like Hufflepuffs, Reckless and Brave like Gryffindor, Cunning and Resourceful like Slytherin, and Smart and Creative like Ravenclaw. I’m leaning toward Slytherin for her as an adult, but I don’t know a lot about her younger self to say anything too definitively. Maybe Gryffindor when she’s young and reckless, but grows into Slytherin more and more? Or maybe just Slytherin through and through.

And now, rounding off the Robins, we have Damian Al Ghul Wayne! Son of Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne, Damian was raised to be the perfect assassin with the disposition and arrogance of a prince. His entrance to the family was rocky, but he’s grown more and more into his place as time passed. If he’s very new to the family at 11, Slytherin without any doubts. Two and a half years and on, I think he’s a Hufflepuff who’s got a lot of Slytherin habits. He was raised to beat down his kindness and natural loyalty, but being with Bruce, Dick and the rest of his family brings it out more and more with each year. So, the longer he’s with them, the more chance I think he has of being in Hufflepuff, though I do believe it’s really just down to him deciding, similar to Harry in the books.

And Last, but most certainly not least, we have the newest member of the family: Duke Thomas! Not yet adopted by Bruce (and maybe never, we don’t know) Duke is the only Metahuman member of the Batfamily. His parents were rendered insane by the Joker when he was young and he was pushed into the system… I think. For probably the fourth time in this post, I’m not as familiar with his character. I know at some point he either started a child gang or was one of the leaders of a child gang called “we are Robin”, so while he never had a Batman as Robin, he did don the symbol at some point. Now I know Duke like Poetry, was kind of a loner before he joined the Robin gang, and that a lot of people debate whether or not he’s chill or just as insane as his other siblings. In my opinion, he’s just as insane, but when he first got to the manor he was kinda nervous and accidentally conned everyone into thinking that he was normal, when in fact, he’s there for a reason. At 11, I believe that his parents had already been Jokered, so similar boat to baby Dick, but I feel like the toss up is between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, rather than Gryffindor (though that was briefly considered). Idk I think anyone who’s part of a child gang is gonna be cunning and Ambitious, but also I’ve read a lot of things where he’s quite creative, good at thinking outside the box, good at writing Poems, and good with Brain teasers, so I think he wouldn’t be out of place in Ravenclaw.

And those are my opinions on the batfamily and their Hogwarts houses. I forgot while writing the post that I could’ve included Bruce and Alfred, so: Bruce is Gryffindor, Alfred is Slytherin and I won’t be explaining that further. Good day and good night 🫡

Tell me ur opinions please please please please ple-

[11queensupreme11]

Hey Queen, how would all the yanderes react to Anthonius kissing Percy or that Percy had sleepovers with guys, not only girls in her cabin back in the pjo world? Also thank you so much for writing such a good book. You have made such a great crossover! This is a story/book that I actually go back to read previous chapters ✨✨✨☺️.

Poseidon is my favorite yandere in the book. He may be a jerk, but he is still daddy.

THEY DO NOT LIKE IT!!!!!! NO BOYS ALLOWED. STAY AWAY FROM MEN (that aren't them lol) 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️

not only because they're jealous, but it's just not safe and proper!!!!!!!! being friends with a boy is one thing, but TO SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM AS THEM????????

"young lady, that is DANGEROUS 😨" is what some of the ror characters would say 😭😭😭 and by that i mean ror gods and even some of the more old-fashioned humans

actually, tbh i think even more modern-minded ppl would be a bit iffy about it. i know irl not everyone is okay with their daughter having sleepovers with a male friend or hanging out with them in general. i am in college rn and even when i say "i'm gonna go hang out with [insert male friend here]" my parents are like "oh is there anyone else coming with you???" (translation: will there be other girls or are you gonna be alone with him or alone with other guys?") 😭😭😭 they still let me go but i can tell that they weren't 100% on board with it and they noticeably text me more often when i'm out with a dude compared to with a girl lol 😭😭

ANYWAY BACK TO THEM

the ror characters are gonna be sooo stressed with her cuz percy's so outgoing and extroverted compared to their loser asses 😂😂 she has no issues with touch. she'll hug her friends, hook arms with them, lean on their shoulder to fall asleep (probably drools on them too LMAO), etc etc. she really doesn't mind, she's just chill like that 💖

[the-colourful-witch]

✨💀Draco Malfoy💀✨

It was time for the next phase. It took me a week to try and figure out what I wanted Draco to look like. I have seen fan art of him for years and I always think, and don’t shoot me for saying it, it’s not really Draco… 🫣

This is someone who grew up being incredibly spoiled and entitled, who thinks the world should revolve around him and is appalled when it doesn’t. I truly believe he is capable of redemption after the second wizarding war, but before that he is not a good person. I grew up in a city with a big university where a lot of stuck up rich boys go to college and I wanted Draco to resemble them a little. With their aristocratic haircuts and the whole ‘sticking your nose up in the air because you’re above all these peasants’ attitude.

So, here is my version of Draco Malfoy; mommy’s boy with daddy issues, but he does look good in his tailored clothes :) And I can totally see him turned into a ferret with his pointed face.

I also read a post a while ago that mentioned Draco is actually very good at school and has a flair for drama and creativity, which I totally agree with. All his iconic moments in the books just scream drama queen! I mean, he wrote a song for the entire Slytherin house to sing and he acted out Harry’s fainting fits for his friends... He could have a career in the arts, for all we know.

I wanted to incorporate that a little bit in this illustration; the attitude✨

[padawan-snack-packer]

🌌✧ PΛDΛWΛПS' SNΛCK PΛCKΞR ✧🌌

— ❝ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʟᴏɢ n°1: ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴀsᴇ ❞ —

📆 Date: 0502.25 (GSY) 📍 Location: Somewhere between Clone barracks and the Ghost crew’s emotional baggage

Hey Peeps! 🎉

So, uh, first edition of this official log (read: update), I guess? (if there’s any official-ness left in this galaxy, I don’t know anymore) But heeeyyy, I’m here, a real live person behind this account, typing words and getting too into the Star Wars universe!!!

First, major shoutout to everyone who’s been following along because I just hit +80 followers! 🎉💖 I see you, and I’m genuinely flattered you want to hear my chaos!!!💌

Little personal update: I’m deep into a rewatch of Ahsoka (yes, again, I have no self-control) because I’m putting together a full-blown essay on Sabine’s grief representation in the series and, of course, a Sabine/Ezra analysis from both their POVs (Aka "Lover boy is just as down bad as she is" and "Sabine Wren aka' 'how to giftwrap the fate of the galaxy to your enemy to get your boyfriend back (as you should btw)'".

It’s a lot, but it's gonna be good. If I start rambling about their trauma and emotional baggage, just know it’s part of the process!!

So here are the updates from the field, a.k.a. my brain which is currently 83% clone chaos, 10% Sabezra angst, and 7% caf and stubbornness.

Secondly: the clone requests. There are four of them in progress right now and let me tell you—they're like babysitting four feral emotional support war veterans who each think they know best. As I finish them, I’ll be posting them to AO3 as a single work, with each request slotted in as a chapter. Same for the already posted ficlets besties!!! (Unless, of course, one of them decides to expand into a multi-chapter dramatic arc, in which case I will pretend I have control over my life and continue writing anyway.)

Meanwhile, the Sabezra post-Ahsoka one-shot that was supposed to be a sweet little emotional knife to the ribs has casually evolved into a ficlet. It's not massive—don’t panic—but it’s definitely longer than planned because apparently Sabine and Ezra had Things To Say™ and refused to shut up about it. Also they're being soft and he's being unhinged and making her laugh and MY GIRL DESERVES THAT SO YOU KNOW WHAT- Expect angst, accidental tenderness, and at least one line that made me go “oh noooo”, puns and maybe one (1) song about a womp rat lady. It’s that kind of vibe.

Also—and I say this with full awareness that this is my Roman Empire—I’m once again thinking about Mandalorian clans because I, a humble goblin with both daddy issues AND mommy issues, find deep comfort in a culture where love is expressed through teaching you how to stab someone correctly and handing you armor plates like they’re affection. I’m obsessed. I would absolutely love to dust off my old Mando OCs (yes, they all have tragic backstories, yes, I’m fine, stop looking at me like that) or even create new ones for fics or inspo for peeps.

The urge to build a whole found family of emotionally repressed warriors who show care via knife training and shared trauma is simply too strong.

If I start posting about “Clan Unnecessary Emotional Baggage” featuring a foundling who’s never been hugged and a riduur who communicates exclusively in sighs and forehead touches—just know it’s a cry for help, but make it worldbuilding.

✨ Anyway, back to schedule! 🫡📋 Thank you so so much for all the love on the posts, headcanons, metas, and general chaos!!!💖 Y’all are the best, and I’m sending snacks (emotional and actual) to everyone 🧃🍪💫

(Oh and also!! 👀 Just so you know—I do have things planned for May the Fourth 👽✨ (yes, it is currently May 2nd, yes, I am making intense eye contact with the calendar, yes, I am operating entirely on ✨vibes and panic✨). Expect something fun, mildly unhinged, and definitely made with love (and probably at 2am). The Force is strong with my procrastination but SO IS THE CONTENT, OKAY.)

[scrapplescribbles]

Ehhh yhea sure what are you working on? I don't think I know people here enough sadly.

Have a wonderful night do infodump me with ocs and stuff!

AHHH SOMEONE ASKED ME TO YAP

well lemme tell you something youre in for it buddy (gender neutral)

this took a while to actually post but i hope it was worth it

next in the cycle is ✨ Gildamore ✨ and im going to use this as the intro post which i already had in another draft but now i can post it cause someone else wants me to instead of just tossing my shit into the void and hoping it hits something

idk what you were expecting but i do hope this interests you

intro to gildamore (i need to get more stuff out there and this one is really fun and is next in my usual annual cycle of hyperfixations)

hello all ye fans of fantasy idiot mutually pining bffs to lovers

oh boy have i got the fuckin whatever this is for you

it's probably gonna be a webnovel or something cause its chill like that (i'll also make memes and comics and snippets of things that don't make it into the book too cause i have so so many snippets)

small note im planning on making more of these intro things and linking them to my pinned post because contrary to popular belief and the state of my bedroom i fucking live for tying everything up and organizing it

so yeah

here are the two main characters from my self indulgent fluffy romance story about ADHD teenagers getting shipped off to magic school and somehow saving the world (sounds very tropey i know)

i have been waiting for motivation to draw for so long that at this point i will just post this and add pictures later (i will rb this post when i do so keep an eye out)

Aeryth (she/her or she/they i havent decided yet and honestly neither has she)

fuck it we ball

if you ever DARE hurt a duck you'll not live to see another, bastard

Aeryth used to be my self-insert way back when Gildamore was just a slice of life magic school comic for myself so I could have fun with ocs without making it a whole big fleshed out project (back when I thought I was a girl lol.) I've changed her a lot since then, and, whoopsie, Gildamore has become a big project (fleshed out in some aspects but not others.) Aeryth is still very similar to me in a lot of ways but not similar enough to be a self-insert anymore. She is pretty much ADHD incarnate. She comes up with crazy batshit plans, but everyone ends up listening to her because somehow she's good enough at what she does that she can pull them off. Her lack of self preservation instincts go so far that they end up saving her in a lot of situations.

Lavell (or just Lav which is what most people call him) (he/him)

NERRRRRD

was the kid that took apart and reassembled pens in elementary school instead of paying attention and got the best grades in the class anyway

You know that one specific brand of nerdy male character with dark hair and daddy/parent issues? (Hiccup Haddock, Leo Valdez, Hiro Hamada, Varian, etc.) I made him like that on purpose because I absolutely love characters like that. Lav was created in the midst of a Tangled the Series hyperfixation, as you might be able to tell if you watched the show (once I get the pictures in here). So yeah. that archetype. He's the strategy to Aeryth's impulsivity. Not that he isn't impulsive, but he's more "i set it on fire" than "im gonna throw myself into dangerous situations." Fire is quite useful. Certain doom? Less useful.

and others

Via (she/her)- ginger, would constantly speak in italian brainrot if italy existed in the gildamore universe (shes a tralaleo tralalala girlie)

Marob (he/him)- tall and very british (again britain does not exist but you get the idea)

Rin (she/her)- literally the only sane one, also a healer which is very helpful, going for a witchy apothecary vibe with her

Alvara (she/her)- angry and scottish. her roasts put dragons to shame and also she speaks a blend of common and scots (i say scots and use scots even though scotland, like italy and britain, does not exist in the gildamore universe) (shoutout @novaluna7189 :D (alvie is as much nova's baby as mine, perhaps even more so))

and now the plot

It always starts when you turn fifteen.

It doesn't happen to everyone. You're lucky. You're chosen.

All you have to do now is convince your family you're not completely fucking insane.

This was not a problem for Aeryth, apparently. She had elf blood running through her veins, apparently. Nan had already sent all four of her children, including Aeryth's mother, to magic school.

Apparently.

So that's cool, but what the fuck

[insert internal crisis followed by cool themed divider here]

That's it. That's what Lav had been missing the whole time. It made perfect sense.

If only it didn't make him sound like someone who needed to be institutionalized.

His father had never understood. Lav had tried, and it wasn't that he didn't have any valid arguments. His dad was just closed-minded and thought sheep were more important than making cool shit.

He was gonna need help with this one.

[insert second cool themed divider here. i should make dividers but i dont feel like it rn]

then it all works out and they get to gildamore (aeryth with her nan's help and lav with his sister oira's help)

long story short they meet at school, become besties for life, fall hard for each other, and spend the next several years of the plot (think the timeframe of how to train your dragon) hanging out, as besties do, and hopelessly pining for each other, completely unaware that their feelings are mutual and they're literal soulmates. no third act breakup. this is a healthy relationship built on trust and friendship and true love and i will not have you angsty fucks spoil it (i am technically also an angsty fuck and i have an ample dose of emotional devastation in the works for this one but shhh thats for later so totally dont worry about it shhhhhhhh nothing bad will ever happen to either one of them or their friends everrrrrrrrrr)

also plot things happen. i think theres like another continent across the ocean and bad guys and world events and a pantheon of gods who live to meddle behind the scenes (me core) or something. thats the bit im still trying to figure out (maybe i'll be able to this summer since i'm graduating high school very very soon and won't have any summer schoolwork. i do have a summer job but i'll make it work.) this is where the emotional devastation comes in. also they both have personal issues that they have to work out so that happens (aeryth has some identity and parental problems and lav has the typical self esteem issues n shit that come with his archetype)

Conclusion

i love them <3333

and i am writing i promise

i think i am on the fifth iteration of the first couple chapters and it is not going super well but like i said im figuring out plot things and then i will have a clearer idea of what im doing with that

also as i mentioned previously would like to make some comics bc that was gildamore's original purpose

so stay tuned i just might get motivation

any day now

[quodekash]

wassup bitches, im back babyyy (I spammed my friend last night and told myself I wouldnt do a Tumblr post, and yet here I am, doing a Tumblr post of every screenshot and comment I sent to my friend)

HOLY SHIT THATS A FUCKING PAINTING

WHAT THE HELL

AYYE I THINK I'VE FOUND WINNY

was fuckin right bitches

rly thought that was mark pakin for a minute

I truly adore him

jj!

tbh it feels like some kind of rule in gmmtv where they have to have at least one of the jutamas twins in an airing show at any given time, cos like. theyre always there.

hidden agenda and dangerous romance were airing at the same time for a little bit, and aj was in one while jj was in the other

and now 23.5 and we are are airing at the same time, and aj's in one while jj's in the other

I just think its neat 👍

SATANG

SATANG SATANG SATANG

WE’RE LIKE FIVE MINUTES IN AND ITS ALREADY WNST TIME BITCHESSSS

its so fun to see winny as the master at something while satang's the noob, I like this a lot

oh babygirl you aren't listening to a word hes saying

hell yeah we're already getting these corny-ass moments that are so unrealistic but so funny (I love corny-ass moments in bls)

I think that maybe they should kiss

Babes stop staring at him you’re way too obvious (satang looks so adorable here tho look at him)

omg I never couldve guessed what pond's character was studying

he's an engineering student 🤯🤯🤯

no one's ever joined this field of study before in a bl

how shocking

I am shooketh

no <3

I LOVE POON'S CHARACTER IMMEDIATELY

he's so real for that

get ready boys (gender neutral), its time for ✨alcoholism✨

I love these bastards so much

pun has immediately rocketed all the way up to my favourite character so far

dont get me wrong, I love all of them

but like. just look at him

PUN JUMPING INTO CHAIN'S ARMS 💀

five broooos, chillin in the one bed

AAAAA HOLY SHIT

punchain: 🥰🥰

the other side of the bed:

LMAO HOW THE HELL'D THEY END UP LIKE THAT

I love how aou’s character SO CLEARLY has a crush on boom’s character and boom hasnt even been INTRODUCED yet

(btw ill use the character names more and more as time goes on, i just have shit name memory at the start of shows)

HES SO TINY

HE'S A LITTLE MUNCHKIN

HHHHHHHHH 😭😭

SO SILLY GOOFY

his hair here is so funny to me

THERE HE IS, FINALLY!

THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND THE BOOM

pond has ✨daddy issues✨ (unsurprising)

aight that's all, next week's gonna be a blast, ill almost certainly be back

[vel-misol]

hello fellow grovelings!!! i'm so excited to be here alongside all your muses! misol is 🎀just a girl✨ but i hope you'll love her still hehe. she's a mixture of a few of my past muses, so if she feels familiar, she just might be! otherwise, other inspo characters of note that i can remember rn would be mabel (gravity falls) and elsa (frozen). finished my pages ( bio / profile / plots ) before opening for once, linked for your convenience. you'll find some tldr bullet points under the cut and if you have any further questions or wanna yap about our muses together my dms are always happily open! 💖💕💗❣️💝💞

lil fun fact is her family name was intended to derive from the korean word for sheep. her first name is an attempted reference to one of her inspos mabel pines. both start with M, and with mabel meaning "lovable, dear", we have the hanja character for beauty (mi / 美) and sol / 솔 for pine.

lifelong twin to @velhansol and recently discovered niece of @vel-sumyeong

was raised to a single teen mom who recently ghosted the twins on their bday???

has mommy/daddy issues that she has not been able to unpack to this day. instead, she's just lowkey guarded and has trust issues when it comes to making friends. kinda unapproachable unless her brother is around

the only exception the the last point is that she's boy crazy and loses all common sense + morals when it comes to her crushes (sorry world) she'll come out of her shell for any prince charming who suits her fancy

works at the tea and patisserie shop under the guise of being surrounded by sweets, but she's really just eavesdropping for a different kind of tea (if you're catching my drift)

she's lowkey Going Through It, but is doing her best to keep her spirits high and support her brother in his endeavors

random thread ideas

thistle forest is so cute, but misol has no idea of the dangers that lie within once the sun sets. you rush over to her in an attempt to warn her, but by then it's too late.

misol is sitting on the beach shore alone. as you approach her, it seems as if she's in a trance. do you dare disrupt her thoughts?

you're a regular at the tea and patisserie shop. misol has begun to familiarize herself with your face and your order, but it never really tastes right.

despite having just arrived in town, you see misol frequenting the red fox tavern more often than expected. it takes less than an hour before the girl is dancing around the place in a drunken blur. no one else seems to pay her any mind, but she's apparently dead set on starting a conversation with you.

"i heard the wishing well is capable of granting anything your heart desires. have you ever tried to reach it? ... did you want to try? ... this is the perfect weather to go swimming"

[garscrucible]

Top 10 BADDEST 🫦 Boys in Buffy 💗

Number 10: Alexander Harris 🔨💖

This man was smoking~ 💖💖💗and the only reason he's so low on the list is because the boys above him were even more stunning studs! 😜

Number 9: Charles Gunn🪓💙

Holy moly is all I'll say. When he's working that makeshift axe let's just say the Vamps 🩸will be on their knees. 💔

Number 8: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce 📚💚

Oh my oh me. Look at this delicious little nerd. I could eat him up. Literally.👅 Lilah was one lucky lady is all I'll say.

Number 7: Caleb 👨🏻‍⚖️⛪✝️🙏

Take me to church 🥵

Number 6: Riley Finn 🪖🫡🇺🇸

Mmmmmm... arms... I mean arms, sorry I meant arms, whoops I meant to say arms. He has nice arms.

Number 5: Robin Wood 🪵💕

Faith won the jackpot. That's all.

Number 4: Benjamin Wilkinson 🌟👨🏻‍⚕️🩺🥼💉

Just look at this cutie. He and Buffy should've gotten together, he's so scrumpitous and adorable, he's got some sister issues, but I can look past that 💖

Number 3: Jonathan Levinson 🪄✨🔮

Just look at this bite-sized boy. He's adorable! Andrew got to share a bed with him for months too. Lucky sod... speaking of Andrew...

Number 2: Andrew Wells😈👹👺

What a twink. I mean seriously. We're supposed to believe this guy is unattractive? If I saw him I'd be throwing myself at him, that's all I'm gonna say. And there's a certain someone on this list who was very lucky to have this man by his side, that being....

Number 1: Warren Mears 👾🤖🛠️🕹️

Uoooooghhh~~ 💗 💗 💕 💕 ❤️ 💔 💖 😫 Warren Mears 💕 💕 💗 💞 💞 ランダムなテキストDaddy Mind Control 😭 😭 😭 💕 💕 💗 ❤️ ❤️ Chest Hair 翻訳できないものIndentured Servitude💗 💗 💕 💕 💔 💔 ❤️ 🙏🏻Brown Eyes

That's all thanks for coming y'all. Do not bash me or any of hte characters here and please be respectful.

[aliciavance4228]

Here's another thing I despise about ✨that✨ retelling.

So there's a scene where Perseus and Medusa start talking about their fears while eating and resting at an inn, and Perseus tells her this:

First of all: Perseus having lightning/thunder powers is boring, lame, and straight-up taken from the Percy Jackson books.

Secondly: If you read the myths you would observe that Perseus is generally neutral, almost indifferent when it comes his father. He presents himself as the son of Zeus and offers sacrifices to him, but he does this more out of a basic respect towards the gods and hope that he might receive any sort of privilege by mentioning his father; otherwise he never had any desire to ever meet his divine parent, unlike Theseus or Heracles. He barely thinks about him in general, let aside fear that he might become like him (and given the fact that he already had Dictys as a father-figure in his life it's quite understandable).

Also, this is mostly my personal opinion, so take this with a grain of salt: I consider that it would've been infinitely more interesting if the focus would've been on his complex thoughts on his grandfather instead. Danaë herself had a difficult relationship with him, so imagine her transferring her feelings to her son without realizing it, or how much this could impact her child. Imagine Perseus knowing what his grandfather did to them, while also being perfectly aware of the fact that he did all of these because he feared that prophecy. Imagine him being rightfully wrathful on him while also fearing that by intentionally fulfilling that prophecy out of revenge he will ultimately become like his grandfather. It's an even more nuanced dynamic/psychological struggle to be explored when you know that Perseus was the next heir to the throne of Argos, so he probably feared that he might become a cruel king just like him or Polydectes. And in the end he probably cared more about his own mother's feelings rather than his own, and even forgave him.

But instead of having this type of family conflict we get this edgy bad boy who has daddy issues, wants to kill his grandfather no ifs or buts and takes Polydectes' throne. Fuck!

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Fandom Observation Funny tags: One Piece Multi-Caracter and Miscellaneous tags

Due to character limits the funny tags post has had to be broken up into multiple parts

This section includes tags involving multiple characters that only made sense in context and miscellaneous tags that I thought were funny. Now, here's your warning. It's extremely long

Multi-character

“I know mihawk is like tumblr sexy man but shanks is daddy” “shanks hes the perfect amount of scummy mihawk is perfect though” “live action Shanks is hotter to me than anime shanks and live action mihawk is a beautiful human but I'm such a sucker for scruffy vs cursive.” “zeff lovers come ON we dont fuck with Marines who stand by while [Marineford spoilers for those who havent read the manga or watched the anime]” “zeff is wonderful but garp’s looks and accent absolutely kill me” “yes i'll fuck an old man(it's garp)(sorry zeff i rly like you but garp's actor's voice is just. well)” “taz. hands down mackenyu you are very pretty but taz’s sanji is pretty and charming and funny and hotheaded and has an accent and” “the live action completly flipped my taste like what you mean I find sanji attractive and more than zoro” “i want Zoro to pin me to the wall and Sanji to be on his knees at my feet two very good boys but i want dif things from them for Smash” “temperature wise it's probably Akainu aesthetically it's king” “I personally simp for Marco but let's face it King is fucking fineeee” “once upon a time I would have boted Ace but I've gotten older and maannnn King is so fine~!” “”cmon are really gonna let the cop beat the line cook?”I….I'd rather not say….🐱 funniest thing tho is that ive called all of these men ugly (lovingly in Law's case) except Wolfwood but that's not who I voted for the one that I voted for I once wrote like 7 tweets in a row calling him ugly too and unlike Law it wasn't lovingly. I meant that shit and I was spittin and I was right and I'm still right” “I mean ace is hot but like croc's demeanor and everything else is just too tempting for my daddy issues LOL” “as a noted marinefucker….. idk honestly. too hard to choose gruff guy smoker? girlfriend shaped tashigi? girlboss hina? mommy doll? gilfs garp and tsuru? handsome boy coby? who knows (we all know. my answer is smoker)” “smoker….ive given up on convincing the rest of you whatever. more hunk daddy for me valid that people are voting robin yamato and shanks zoro ehhhhh law is NOT valid that man has erectile dysfunction nami…. lesbians i will give this one to you also why does hina have so few votes… my girlfriend…..” “i need robin and smoker in ways that are concerning to feminism” “I’m sorry Law and Zoro gotta add to that wonderful smokersweep 👀✌️✨”

“listen buggy was sexy but one look at mihawk my ovaries exploded i suddenly had a fever my body was in a harlequin novel i think i whispered dear god anyway dracule mihawk destroy me sir” “catty gay mihawk imo live action zoro is TOO pretty he looks like an idol zoro should look kind of fucked up like a little TOO beefy weirdly proportioned crooked face SOMETHING anyway catty gay mihawk i love you” “as a noted marinefucker….. idk honestly. too hard to choose gruff guy smoker? girlfriend shaped tashigi? girlboss hina? mommy doll? gilfs garp and tsuru? handsome boy coby? who knows (we all know. my answer is smoker)” “smoker….ive given up on convincing the rest of you whatever. more hunk daddy for me valid that people are voting robin yamato and shanks zoro ehhhhh law is NOT valid that man has erectile dysfunction nami…. lesbians i will give this one to you also why does hina have so few votes… my girlfriend…..” “i need robin and smoker in ways that are concerning to feminism” “I know he had the bigger tits but I am sorry Zoro Robin just does it different also she washes her ass so take that how you will”

“robin because she has beauty and brains and weird woman swag <3 zoro is hot in a stinky homicidal buff gym rat way (affectionate)(my bi ass can't decide lol)” “people are gonna come after me…BUT i think zoro is only hot post timeskip….wano specifically was a gift to everyone but robin? she has been slaying since 1999” “Why would you do this to me specifically?…………..Robin Look I love her She's so smart and gorgeous And she bathes regularly Which is a thing that Zoro does not” “for once I have OPINIONS and yes zoro deserves the win muscly idiot with a heart of gold? oh hell yeah that being said… I do think aces freckles add something” “its honestly a toss up between croc and buggy but with one of them you’re not getting sand up your ass” “i almost voted Smoker but i saw Ace and knew what i had to do sorry Smoker babe but Ace isnt a cop and thats your one flaw </3” “yall really gonna make me pick between ace and zoro??? the inhumanity of it all” “ah… the gender™ i love how izou is a feminine man in contrast w kiku being transgender like yes these are diff concepts as u can see in these siblings yamatos hot as hell tho. need more big titty trans dudes in my life” “love shanks but yamato is just like me fr so im gonna give myself some confidence and vote yamato tboys gotta stick together” “kurehas pure unhinged old young woman energy vs tsuru MOMMY” “ How in the literal hell that is this site is Buggy beating out Rayleigh? And Roger to boot?! I mean, c'mon! It's Buggy!” “exploding everyone right now buggy should at be 0%. im disappointed like fuckin over ROGER? Tragic.”

“How am I supposed to choose when their types of hotness is so different? Shanks is so daddy and Kid is so unhinged maniac that lives next door? They give me different things!” “shanks destroy kid again (I don't hate kid I just think Shanks looked hot while doing what he did)” “GALETTE OVER PRALINE AND AMANDE???? YOU PEOPLE NEED HELP.” “Galette is gorgeous but Amande is my gal shout out to Brulee and Chiffon love them ooh praline's on their too! probably my second favourite after amande” “Black Maria sorry king this was a hard one. but consider: Giant Woman” “look see the thing is right im honour bound to vote drake because thats just who i am as a person yes im ashamed of it but it is the truth objectively though? easily king. maria and ulti have arguments as well here and honestly sasaki is cute but idk anything about him but drake. Drake my sweetie” “bennshanks hotter still……… sorry killer my hot wife” “BENNSHANKS SWEEP LMFAOOOOOOOO kidkiller ily but truly. bennshnanks. just look at em im glad the people on this site still know how to appreciate some good dilfs” “Rayleigh and Koby have special places in my heart… But for the love of all that is holy… What I'd do for SMOKER 🚬 would get me admitted to hospital repeatedly” “WHO submitted this. what the hell. mannnn mannn almost tempted to vote for my 2nd pick (killer) cause i cant decide between beck and smoker if not for the fact that i know killer prob has more votes than both of them beck is gonna be underrepresented here so i'll vote him also im going to RIOT if bepo is not last”

“Kiku obviously but Tashigi is so underrated (can you tell i like women with swords) Shakky would be hotter if she looked like the milf she is. iirc she's like 55 why doesn't her design reflect that? Boa Hancock's sisters are hotter than her imo. Boa Sandersonia my beloved 🥰🥰🥰the hottest woman in OP is Robin but i understand why she isn't in this poll. she'd win too easily” “as much as i would also like reiju to win i cant go against kiku” “dont know anyrhing abt one piece BUT yamato or king wildfire and the rest arent even CLOSE to touching them” “My heart says Shanks, but my dad-joke-brain says either Sabo or Ace” “if the big fight for the win ends up being yamato ace and crocodile irs gonna be The Battle of The Transmascs” “Ben’s got my vote on this one then smoker rayleigh. Marco but I can see the appeal in all” “WGHAT! WHY IS JINBE SO LOW!!!!! CRIMINAL!!!!!!! HES SO HOT!!!! sigh it was tempting between Jinbe and Rayleigh tho twas a difficult choice bc i do indeed wanna fuck that old man but! [donkey kong ☝️.png] BUT. i wanna fuck that fat fishman even more. get w the program ppl” “#KID LOSING TO BUGGY IS NOT SOMETHING IM WILLING TO TOLERATE” “Shanks is my glorious red haired Prince but King just blows away the competition in terms of being beautiful he’s also like 22 feet tall that’s fucking hot and does things to my gay brain” “this poll is very unfair i would bang ALL of them except kid cause i still dgaf about him everyone ELSE though”

“Cowards Give us modern big mom or may saint charlos win” “can you believe 'worst pic of zoro ive evr seen' 'anime woman w big booba' and 'blonde thing' are winning over the meiji eras hottest gilf” “Smoker. IS. DADDY. Koby is just adorable.” “choosing between smoker tashigi and hina is criminal” “I have 3 blorbos in this poll and now I have to choose which is hotter? Physically? It's a pity Aramaki wasn't on the poll, that would have made the choice easier. Smokestack, Volcano Man, or Borsi Baby. I wonder who I'll vote for…” “why is sakazuki higher than kuzan” “m so mad im s o mad every single one of these guys save like marco i guess is hotter to me than zoro imsorry theyre all pretty sexy ngl. but. Man” “that was such a hard and difficult decision my heart beats for Katakuri Lucci and Killer!! king is also delicious 🙈but in the end my heart was loyal to my pasta husbando Killer sorry katchan and lulu…✌️😔” “king and katakuri should tie. with zoro in second. let’s be real if u vote for marco ur actually insane” “this is unfair bc zoro is og hot but king is the pinacle of ''oh no he's hot!'' spongebob meme and rayleigh is old man hot” “'ll keep hoping Kid beats Shanks one day as he should”

“BENN "FINE FUCKING VINTAGE" BECKMAN. I will continue screaming this until people start agreeing with me in these damn polls. Though the young lady that is Dr. Kureha should be a solid second place.” “THIS ONE'S IMPOSSIBLE#LIKE I THOUGHT CORA VS BUGGY WAS HARD#BUT HERE I MIGHT AS WELL EAT MY OWN ORGANS” “liiiiisten I love him to bits but I firmly maintain that Cora is only handsome if you tilt your head sideways and squint he’s a giant horrible combat muppet bell mere is a beautiful dyke mom and that’s final I firmly believed they were friends tho” “I HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN SMOOTHIE AND KIKU?????????????#SHIIIIIIIIT i am gods worst squirrel tho how can i CHOOSE fuuuuuuuuuck i'd let both of them stab me mannnn kinda want smoothie to juice me and serve the juice to stussy like she did w that giraffe sorry. i dont know why i said that. actually i do know. sorry nonetheless but kiku is literally my wife i sweaaaar i fell in love w her during wano………SHIT” “Kiku I adore you but Smoothie oh my god smoothie” “Guys please the joke is right there. I know Yamato is fine but please 🙏 Ace is made of fire I'm begging you” “objectively? Shanks who is the love of my life i would pick anyway? my meow meow? Sanji.” “who the FUCK are voting law and zoro's ugly asses” “In regards to doflamingo and crocodile Okay, hear me out. I think they're hot because I just have a feeling they have a bit of a misogyny streak, and I think I could peg it out of them. Don't worry. I have a plan which involves seastone cuffs. I'm also aware one's like 10 ft tall and the other's like 8'4 I still think I could take them. I also think someone needs to peg the fuckboy out of Shanks, but that's another story and a different issue. Haki is more complicated to deal with”

“The hottest you say? Akainu and Ace… yeah I'm voting them just cuz of this joke” “I was slightly disappointed akainu/ace wasn't submitted I mean clearly they had some interaction and Akainu even penetrated Ace on screen… but it's funny I'll see myself out for using that word 🙈” “WHO THE FUCK SENT IN AKAINU X ACE WHAT THE HEEEELLLLLL its so bad….oh my god theyre all so bad… jesus fuck… i thtought it couldnt get any worse than charlos and trebol….fuck….” “omg one piece polls im gonna say it: roger/figarland would be a genuinely interesting fic lol” “I’m gonna have to go with sanji because usually when I get weird about fictional characters it’s not in a sexual way like my Zoro obsession has nothing to do with me being attracted to him and everything to do with his intense devotion to his captain but sanji is different I saw sanji wear a dress once and now I want him carnally and I’m like mostly asexual so that’s saying a lot” “So evil for making me choose between Ace and Rayleigh btw 😭😭 (sorry Ace)” “zosan nation im rooting for yall divorced dads shanks n mihawk arent winning this one i fear so i gotta cast my vote for yall at least beat geto and gojo theyre just greyscaled zosan”

“how dare you pit giant trans wife against giant trans husband how very dare” “caesar 'babygirl' clown babyyyyy…is losing 😭y'all don't know anything corazon is in the lead tho… okay that's fair” “i think you people have some sort of stockholm syndrome w rosi bc this guy right here i love him with my whole heart right you all know that but let's face it he's ugly as hell i'm so sorry he does NOT compare to my beloved queen monet who is beautiful and gorgujsu and should be winning by the way 5.1% people voting caesar fucking clown who ARE you. what are your revendications. what is wrong with yous” “i knew rosi would win which is fair enough i do like the guy however my bisexual brain has forced me to choose baby 5 my deranged wife i love her” “I'm sorry Buggy gotta go with King the one guy who might have more beuatiful hair than you” “my 3 neurons are fighting eachother like king's got the face mihawk's got the style shanks's got the personality FUUUUUUUCK” “it’s ace but man. luffy in wano… esp in the wano prison” “Folks in the tags saying they both suck. Both are evil but Caesar has babygirl energy while Judge has exactly 0% babygirl energy.” “ceaser clown has been shown to be a pathetic meow meow and I'm living for it judge can kiss my ass” “ace is really hot unfortunately marco is the ugliest mf in one piece so i cannot vote for them”

“the fact that marco and ace have the least votes when they're literally the fire boys” “it's shanks and mihawk and whoever thinks otherwise need to get tested for covid” “drunk dilf and goth dilf for me” “FUCK YOU GUYS NO ACTUALLY SMOTASH MY ALL TIME FAVES FCUK YOU GUYS TGHIS IS SO AWFUL literally messaged my friend the other day “It's insane because smoker is my type in men and tashigi is my type in women. If they weren't so in love i would ask to get between them” i cant BELIEVE THISSSS ur asking me to let go of the smoke daddy and sword mommy? id rather kill myself thanks” “titties vs feral creatures vs old man yaoi vs brainrot” “look. LOOK. ur choosing fucking guy that bathes once a week and a misogynist (sorry sanji i do love you) OVER BENN BECKMAN SEX GOD (CANONICAL) AND SHANKS. A YONKO ARE YOU SERIOUS? fucking WORST POLL RESULTS IVE EVER SEEN the ONLY pair i would vote over bennshanks is kidkiller simply exquisite tits so understandable BUT FUCKING ZOSAN? im done with this bias. fuck you guys” “ok I love zosan and honestly all of these but no one can ever beat Marco/Ace for me cringfail feral greasy twunk w/ daddy issues and his emotional support grumpy old man doomed to die vs doomed to live but they’re making out abt it also Marco being a birb vs Ace raising himself in the jungle feral disaster couple that bite each other in public to show affection like it’s no big thing” “shanks and beckmann I suffer from terminal fuck that old man disease” “you guys have no taste (<- wants to be smothered in Kid's and Killer's enormous tits)”

“ZORO AND SANJIII 💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛they are the most beautiful men ever <3” “cruelest dual poll yet I'm mostly torn between narco-fineapple and drunken smoke signals I love Zoro but I'm not that into Sanji likewise I love Kid but not that into Killer physically Killer is an awesome character but he just doesn't do it for me” “who the fuck is voting hawkins here hes a pretty-ish twink i guess but LOOK AT KILLER his arms are the size of my head (and i hope his arms crush my head)” “Appreciate both, they're both old and tall. O'Tsuru (Wano) is 55 years old and 6'3", while Tsuru (Marine) is 76 years old and 6'8".” “oh no this is so hard i love older women and bellemere is so butch (for op) standards but rosinante is soooo!!!! hes a freak a skinny quiet and deadly clown faces freak with a heart of gold i love him” “#Uaaaaaaaaah VIOLAAAAAAAA#i fucking love her my dancing queen 💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃Vivi is more cute to me than anything… She is pretty but I wouldn't consider her a hot or sexy woman It's just that she'll forever be the cute and cheerful princess I've come to know when i was a kid Reiju was sooooooo hawt but she lacked something I dunno what it is but i feel like in an arc with so many characters she got overshadowed and put aside Aside from that she's in my top 10 hottest girls in all of OP” “objective viola#subjective vivi will always have my heart”

“One thing about Nami and Robin. They're going to have each other's backs 💁🏾‍♂️” "haha. here i come i do like basil hawkins im ngl he is a Would for me but at the end of the day hes just a british twink isnt he now drake. drake on the other hand. this man is SO HOT !!!! (as in i would like 2 make him cry.) anyways he has like the repressed himbo nerd vibe on lock…..he would modern au wear a turtleneck that stretches over his FAT TITS and work as a fuckin like. librarian. astrophysics nerd (i find this very endearing) and old ladies would call him a handsome young man and he would blush from his ears 2 his chest…. so cute…………ugh hes so adorable actually very bad at going undercover. law clocked him immediately and he wont fess up LMFAO im tbh i cant actually put most of the tags i want to on here cause they are nsfw his fuckass sideburns…. so adorable and his backstory. WAHHH. i hate his dad and hes a dinosaur… cmon…. the dck possibilities…..also his dub voice is so hot very masculine very good also he fucking passes out at the barest hint of skin like a victorian man adorable the beast pirates fit also… ough. leather pants do smth 2 my brain thick thighs save lives ! in conclusion vote drake” “Silvers Rayleigh erasure WHY was Sengoku chosen???” “im upset that daifuku is already winning give my boy Peros some love!! WHAT THAT TONGUE DO they're both freaks but Peros is a bigger freak with a COOLER DEVIL FRUIT POWER YEAH I SAID IT who doesn't like candy? what does daifuku got going for him? his head tiny on his big muscly body Perospero's style is fancy LOOK AT THE FLOOF ON HIS HAT it took prozd to take him down which is funny I LOVE THAT FREAKY OLD MAN I COULD MAKE HIM WORSE I COULD BREAK HIM I WILL BREAK HIM GDI FUCK fuckin evil willy wonka child snatcher from chitty chitty bang bang-looking motherfucker i want to destroy him :)” “distressed gay noises*how am i supposed to piiiick yamato's t-boy swag and sick hair versus king's 'hitting all my standards'” “

Miscellaneous

“I need to evaluate each man intimately puts them in a yaoi situation and I am in the cuck chair “One is Daddy and the other is Baby Girl” “Oh you came straight for my soul with that one huh impossible to choose” “can't I just have two traumatized catholic orphans carrying around an oversized weapon as a treat?” “im being attacked!” “incredibly cruel post” “u put 5 of my husbands on here The pained no i let out was crazy ngl” “how am i supposed to choose on this one 😨” “These notes are like a test of patience on whether the average Tumblr user has eyes” “cant answer this is like asking which flavor is better than the other” “thirsting is half the fun” “YOU MADE ME CHOOSE??? HOW DARE YOU” “please do not make me choose this is a hate crime” “FOURSOME cough cough who said that” “Damn choosing between them is harder than my exams…” “oh now THIS is a poll aaaand you’re all wrong again. do better” “op really starting a war with this poll” “ "u put 5 of my husbands on here The pained no i let out was crazy ngl” “there are correct answers here and a lot of y'all are not picking them” “I'm not choosing!!!” “how am i supposed to choose on this one 😨” “I know its about preferences but there IS a correct answer to this one”

“please do not make me choose this is a hate crime” “i feel it needs to be more specific. hotter as in raw sex appeal? as in who'd you fuck in fmk? or the general hotness of all things combined?” “'m judging some of you hard” ““They are both hot and can't compete. Too different kinds of hot. I would prefer to see them both in my bed. For sleep over cuddles. Pretty please? 👉👈🥺” “this is incredibly biphobic where is the threesome option?” “oh no oh no… oh nonononono bisexual panic” “nope sorry can't do this one😭😭” “LMFAOOOOOOOOOO TRUTHFULLY WASNT EXPECTING THAT ONE good for him tho even more eldest daughter coded I think” “why fight like this when they can kiss” “they are in love!!!!! why did it have to be specifically them against each other 😭😭” “this is going like their actual fight in the anime” “Dilf or Brat?” “

some of these flags are the height of a skyscaper and some of them are handkerchiefs” “old men …. (says the lesbian)” “It's nice to think one piece fans will be less unhinged after an exorcism but I'm not sure that will help” “ITS 3:30AM AND I JUST TEXTED MY BROTHER OVER THIS POLL how dare you” “oh TO SEE TWO HOTTIES PITTED AGAINST EACH OTHER a dilemma! a shame! a TOTAL (other words for sad) but of course i voted and then regretted and then kissed them both on their foreheads and said 'you are both equally hot' smooch!!” “both are responsible intimidating adults with a soft spot for kids! how can you choose!!” “battle of the UILFs…..” “i could take em both :)” “I don't see it tbh but y'all live your dreams” “why are most of these guys old men what yall trying to say here” “oh gods These people are all a mess” “so fucking torn . you cant do this to me women when they are womaning” “they’re all so fine tho” “im down bad for one piece men” “Horny today, aren’t we?” “my dad would cry if I showed him this poll I think (He loves most of these characters)” “why would you do this to me like four of my husbands are in this 😭 I can’t decide I’m sorry I can’t 😂I just can’t two of them I’d be a widow” “frick you”

“THEY DON'T PLAY IN THE SAME CATEGORIES AT ALL YOU CAN4T MIX DIFFERENT SUBSPICIEZ LIKE THAT IT4S GONNA FUCK UP YOUR RESULTS” “this is the FIRST one that makes me physically ill holy crap theyre all soooooo (im a lesbian lmao wtf)” “never been so conflicted” “old man fucker website my ass!” “i will happily stand with my fellow 2%” “who are all these beefy identical looking literal clowns these aren’t all the same guy?? and I’m losing it over them all being jacked gimme some twinks anyways uhhh second to last guy? first guy? Idfk” “one piece husband” “this was designed to torture me specifically i s w e a r 😭😭😭😭good job op you chose violence with this one” “😭 crying in hot guysI mean I gotta pick my baby but there are so many really hot guys here it's hard” “not enough dilfs tbh” “Asking me to choose should be a crime 😭” “I'M NOT PLAYING THESE GAMES WITH YOU” “i have a collection of dilfs i swear i dont have daddy issues-”

“tumblr when they lie about being old men fuckers” “How do expect me to pick between the hot dilfs of one piece??? impossible 😩” “don't go here but i have mutuals who do” “so. here's a poll i can't vote in but have at it guys it should be a 9 way tie” “making me choose from so many is a crime and then i fucking misclicked…..” “I'm glad we all have same three brain cells” “i decided to vote for the MOST cursed imo lol i’m so glad it’s cursed bc i saw this and didn’t see that initially and was like OK maybe i need to read more of those defend your blorbo posts bc one piece fans i do not get it” “all the Gender characters in one place” “making the brothers fight … goddamn …” “cursed poll i refuse to vote can i have a no option? please” “I'm abstaining they both suck each as unattractive as the last they can make out with each other tho they deserve it” “reblogging because I want to see people fight” “penis poll activate” “that has to be the most stacked poll so far this is insane nuclear bomb vs nuclear bomb bs nuclear wtf” “Wife or wife 😭 that's evil” “Who cares, let them make out with each other i typed that comment and then was assaulted by a vague memory of submitting this match myself i am brilliant” “

[seventeenpins]

wanna be felled by you, held by you

pairing: Joel Miller x nonbinary!Reader

word count: 4.7k

summary: Joel has always issues with relinquishing control. Time in the safety and community of Jackson has changed him, though, and he wants to give all his control to you, let you pull him apart.

content/warnings: established relationship, non-binary transmasculine reader, no implied age gap, Joel is uncircumcised, vaguely implied past Joel x Reader x Tess polycule, Joel calls you sir & daddy, you call Joel a good boy, sub!joel, cock sucking, titty fucking (reader has breasts big enough to partake in such), face sitting, piv, a smidge of dysphoria alluded to, crying, everyone's bi, one (1) smack to the face, it's literally just 4.3k of smut with 400 words of domesticity, slight bit of bloodthirstiness (but just as love as consumption)

a/n: title from NFWMB by Hozier. There's a lot of fic out there with helpless naive reader (which is fucking excellent, don't get me wrong), but I wanted to write something where you and Joel are on par with one another. Also, wanted to say--this is written as one character's experience as a nonbinary person. I'm nonbinary, but in no way want to suggest that the way I've written this is necessarily a universal nonbinary experience. Pls be kind 💜 Would love to know if y'all like this and would read more nb reader fics!!

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The first time Joel asked you to blindfold him and fuck him rough, you thought he was joking.

You laughed and stroked his cheek, "That would be fun," you admitted, teasing, "Be careful what you wish for, baby."

He rolled his eyes and kissed you, and the day went on, uneventful.

The thought weighed on you. It would be fun, but this was Joel Miller talking. He was, arguably, something of a control freak. Insistent on shouldering burdens not only his own, but of all the people he loved. You'd never seen him willingly give up an ounce of control, and the few unwilling times it'd happened, he would drive himself nearly to death trying to seem unaffected by injury. He'd carry on as he insisted he must, even when his bones were broken or he was bleeding out. Even when you, or Ellie, or, Tess (back in the day) were patching up cuts or setting bones, he'd grumble and insist he was fine, only shutting up when he quite literally passed out from the pain or blood loss. He was as stubborn as he was devoted, and he was a devoted man.

So the idea of Joel relinquishing even a crumb of control seemed outlandish. You were a better shot than him. A faster runner, too. But he was so self-possessed. You were certain, too, it was part of the reason he was such a good fuck. He payed attention to every detail, noticed every one of your gasps and whines, at this point able to get you off faster than you could get yourself off. His fingers knew right where to press, his tongue licking and sucking at you, teeth biting at nipples, grip bruising you so deliciously. He could fuck you for hours and leave you stumbling, spent and sated.

That said, it'd be a lie to say it was an unappealing thought to turn the tables on him.

You'd love to pull him apart piece by piece, if he would ever let you.

Joel was off patrolling today, due back any time, and you were making dinner. You were thankful for the ingredients available in Jackson and swore to make good use of them, every single time.

You'd roasted butternut squash with garlic and sage, scooped out the flesh, and mixed it with spinach and cheese. Then, carefully piped it back into the squash skins and roasted it again.

It was decadent, and a favorite of yours. Rich and creamy and everything you loved about autumn flavors.

Right as you were turning the oven on to broil, you heard the latch click and heavy footsteps crossed the threshold.

"Supper's nearly ready," you call, and you hear a soft grumble from across the room as he stomped off his boots and hung up his coat.

Joel slides up behind you, arms circling around your stomach, chin resting on your shoulder.

"Hey baby," you greet, turning your head to place a kiss on the curve of his nose. "Good day?"

"Hmm," he grunts, noncommittal, "Better now that I'm home with you. Dinner smells great."

"Just a few more minutes left. Letting the cheese get bubbly."

"Mmm," he groaned, "Is this that squash thing?"

"Yep."

"Ellie home?"

"Nah. Out for the night, I think."

"So I get you all to myself?" He shoots you a cheeky grin.

"Don't distract me, Miller," you snort, "You will not cause me to burn dinner again, so help me God."

"Distract you?" He says in mock offense as he walks over to the fridge, "I would never distract you, baby."

He pulls out two beers and pops the tops, handing one to you. You clink with him and both take a swig. Jackson beer was something else. After years of nothing even slightly palatable, it was a luxury you swore you would never take for granted again.

Your timer buzzes and you pull the roasting pan out of the oven as Joel sets the table.

Dinner is pleasant. Joel's famished from patrol and he wolfs down his first serving at a speed that might have rivalled Ellie's, back when you were all travelling together. He finishes his first beer, and then a second, and when he reaches for the whiskey, you raise an eyebrow at him.

"You're really putting that away," you frown, and he winces, sheepish.

"I-" He starts, and stumbles, hesitating.

"You okay, Joel?" You ask.

He nods, and grins, and it's a funny grin because if you didn't know better you'd think he was nervous.

"I'm a bit nervous," he says, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Why you nervous baby? Did something go bad on patrol?"

"No, I-"

"You trying to propose?" you tease, "Wait, no--you're cheating on me?"

"Oh shut up," he rolls his eyes and laughs. "Nothin' so serious."

"So-?" you press, "What is it then?"

He pours a finger of whiskey and takes a sip, and it's calculated. Calming. That bit of control, again, he needs to put off.

"You remember the other week, what I said?"

"My back hurts?" you suggest.

"Smartass," he snorts.

"My knees hurt."

"Jesus. No, the other thing."

You try and take account of whatever it might be, but nothing's coming to you.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, Joel."

He takes a deep breath and looks at you dead in the eye. Determined.

"I know you thought I was joking, but I wasn't joking," he says, "I want you to blindfold me. Fuck me rough. Let me... lose myself in you. Use me."

There's a moment of silence.

"You sure, Joel?" you ask, not wanting to sound too eager. "Cos I'm happy to do it, I just know that... well. If I were to expect anyone would like to be blindfolded, you're not at the top of my list."

"Oh really? And who's at the top of your list."

"Well, I bet Tommy would--"

Joel cuts you off with a sputtering cough as his whiskey goes down wrong. "Let's not talk about my brother right now."

"I remember Tess used to," you recall, and Joel nods. Shrugs.

"I guess I just- I've never seen you out of control. You sure you can do that for me?"

Joel ponders and nods. "I can be good for you," he insists.

"Okay, then," you tell him, "When do you wanna do this?"

"Well," he grins, and runs a hand down your arm, "Like you said, we'll be alone tonight."

"Joel Miller, you absolute freak," you tease and he grumbles.

You ponder for a moment before nodding. "Okay, baby, let's get showered and then we can start. I'm covered in cooking sweat, and I think you might still have a bit of clicker gunk on you."

He brushes at a chunk of something in his hair and grimaces. "I'll take care of dishes later. Let's go, baby."

Shower sex wasn't really your thing; there was always less friction than you'd expect, and one person would hog the water while the other was standing, freezing in the extraneous spray. It was easy to slip, and the angle was never quite right.

You did, however, love shower foreplay.

You let Joel run his hands across your back, spreading suds up and down you, rubbing at the sore impressions where your binder had cut into you throughout the day. You loved feeling his body, slick from the wet with coarse curls of hair across his entire chest, trailing down his torso, his belly, into the thick thatch between his legs. More than anything, though, you loved feeling his cock hardening against your leg as he massaged conditioner into your scalp, before you could turn around and return the favor.

Once you were both clean, you made your way to the bedroom.

Thankful that you'd changed the sheets this morning, you were thrilled that the bed was made with your favorite linen sheets. A little luxury that you could bask in, sensation that always delivered.

"You ready, Joel?" you ask, and he nods.

"Let's do it."

From the box under the bed, you pull out the blindfold. A makeshift piece that was once a sleeping mask, cut and stitched to have long, tying ends that could be pulled taught and prevent any light getting in. The two of you didn't use it often, and you'd been the only one to ever wear it, but it helped that it was a familiar thing.

"Sit," you tell him, and he backs up on to the bed. You take a moment to look him up and down, drink him in. You want him to see how you're looking at him. At all of him. From his freshly washed feet to his heavy, half-hard cock, to the damp curls of his salt-and-pepper hair, you want him to know exactly what it is you see. A man. A partner. A whole fucking meal.

You hold the blindfold up to him and wrap it around his head, crossing the ends over front and back again before giving it a little tug.

"Can you see anything?" you ask, and his face twitches a little as he tests it.

"No," he confirms, "Can't see a thing."

"Okay," you tell him, "Good boy."

He lets out a sharp, surprised exhale and you immediately see how his cock stiffens at your words.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" you ask, and he nods.

"Use your words, Joel," you tell him and he scrambles to obey.

"Yes, yes, sir, I like that."

"Mmm," you hum in affirmation, "Glad to hear it."

You start torturously slow, directing him as needed.

"Lay back," you tell him, "All the way on the bed," and he does, inching his way up.

"Arms up, too," you command, "You don't get to touch me without my say-so, got it?"

He lets out a grumble but nods.

"I'm gonna take my time with you," you tell him, and now you're making your way up the bed, close to straddling him, but not letting an inch of your skin press against his hard cock.

You know that the warmth of your cunt is radiating heat towards him, and that he can feel it as his hips unconsciously buck up towards you, focused enough that he still doesn't dare touch you, but not by much. You feel yourself start to get wet at the sight of him laid bare before you. It's times like these that you're awe-struck. So in love with this man you want to slice him open and bury yourself in the sticky wet viscera. Eat his guts. Kill for him. Die for him. Consume every part of him and let him consume you.

You lean over his body and press kisses to every silvered scar you can find. From his forehead, to the old bullet wound on his arm. Down his chest, his belly. The gouge you and Ellie had had to stitch up years ago, ugly and pink and perfect; a testament to his endurance.

Every press of your lips to his skin and Joel is gasping. You know he's feeling it--the thing you like most about being blindfolded is not knowing where sensation will occur next. Not being able to anticipate a touch here, a bite there, the way his hands grip your body. The surprise is part of the allure, and with every kiss you place on his bare skin, he lets out another shuddering breath.

"You're doing good for me," you praise, and you swear you can see him blush, his cheeks reddening beneath the blindfold.

You start slowly, dragging your calloused fingertips from the swell of his thighs, up his torso to his nipples, pinching them a little, delighting in the way he shudders at the sensation. You avoid his cock, but every time you run your fingers along his inner thighs, he would rut up towards you in a mortifying involuntary motion.

He was so eager. He was so fucking perfect. Exactly what you needed. You were so grateful, every day, that you'd made it this far when it had often felt impossible that you might live another day.

"Gonna let me play with you the way I want to?" you ask, and he nods, vigorous.

"So good for me," you tell him, "So good. Hard for me, ready for me to use, huh?"

"Yes," he agreed, "Use me, please."

You rub your drooling pussy against his length, getting it wet and slick. Then, you take his cock in your hand.

He wasn't expecting it and he's shuddering at the sensation. "It's so much," he whispers, awed.

Joel thrusts into your hand as you start pumping along his length in earnest. Your thumb swipes over his slit, and then slides down, gripping with your forefinger as you apply pressure to the base of his shaft, You watch as the blood vessels swell, your hands working as a pseudo-cock ring, and Joel whimpers and pants against the sensation.

"Look at how fat your cock is for me," you praise, "I can't wait to sit on this."

Joel's inhale sounds ragged and worn, and he exhales something close to a sob.

"Feel so good, honey," he tells you, "Fuck, your hands feel so good around me."

"You like this, huh, Joel?" you ask, and you know it's true. He's so hard, rubbing against you as he gives you all his faith, all his trust.

"Yes, Christ, yes!-" he gasps.

You give him a few more strokes and then lower yourself over him, holding your breasts tight together, letting his hard cock press up between them.

Your breasts weren't your favorite thing, God knows if top surgery were a safe option in this world you'd probably opt for it, but apart from an occasional dysphoric spell, you'd more or less made peace with that part of yourself. You knew, too, how Joel loved feeling the plush of your breasts against his skin, and when you were comfortable, you were happy to make the most of them.

The second you slid his cock between your heavy breasts, Joel lets out a strangled groan. "God, yes baby," he heaves, and without thinking, reaches to grab at you, clutching your shoulder with one hand and burying his hand in your hair with the other.

You immediately stop and draw back, delivering a firm smack to his jaw. Not enough to hurt, just enough to startle, and he reels back, throwing his head back onto the pillow.

"The fuck did I say, hmm?" you ask, and he lets out a breath.

"I'm sorry baby, sorry sir-"

"You know what you did wrong?"

"Touched you-" his breathing is heavy, labored in the most beautiful, raw way. "Touched you without your permission."

"That's right," you tell him. You drag your fingertips through his hair, along his scalp, down his neck and across his chest. He shudders and his hips buck up towards nothing, involuntary.

"You gonna be good for me now?" you ask him and he nods, vigorous.

"I'll be good for you," he hisses, "You're so good to me, fuck, thank you, thank you-!"

You lean back down, pressing your breasts together again. Fisting his cock and stroking it, watching him squirm. You press down again, letting him fuck up between your tits.

"Don't move," you warn him when you see his fingers start to twitch, "Keep those hands above your head and let me make you feel good."

"Yes sir-"

"Good boy."

He groans, and you start to move. Pressing your breasts tighter together, swallowing his length entirely, gliding up and down. You feel the slick of his tip starting to weep precum, smell the delicious tang of it.

With your free hand, you swipe a thumb over his head, delighting in the way he squirms and ruts against you.

You lick the slickness off your thumb and moan. "Taste so good, baby," you tell him, "You wanna try it?"

"Oh fuck, yes, please," he whines.

You swipe your thumb over his slit again and bring it up to his mouth, still sliding your breasts up and down his length.

"Open up," you direct, prodding at the side of his mouth. He does, opens his mouth with a shuddering breath, tongue glistening and ready. You press your thumb against his tongue and he licks and sucks at it greedily.

"Look at you," you tell him, "Licking up your own cum like a good boy, huh? So fucking good for me."

"Thank you sir," he hums, and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'm gonna suck your cock now, Joel," you tell him, "And then I'm gonna ride you. And I'm gonna get myself off at least three times on you before you get to come. You got that?"

"Jesus Christ," he groans, "Yes-! Can I-" he cuts himself off.

"What?" you ask.

"Can I eat your pussy?" he asks.

You grin. "Ooh, look at you," you tell him, "Taking the initiative, huh? What a good boy you are. But you gotta be patient for me."

You scoot back on the bed and let a string of saliva drip from your mouth onto the head of his cock. He immediately shudders and fucks his hips up towards the air.

"Blindfold still blocking everything, yeah?" you ask.

"Yeah," he confirms, "Can't see a thing."

"Good," you say, and then without an ounce of warning, you grip his cock, stroking down, pulling his foreskin back and plunging the hot wet gash of your mouth down and around his entire length, nose pressing into the sweaty curls at his base.

The shout he lets out is delicious. Loud and strangled, half an exclamation, half a curse–"Fuck baby, Jesus fuckin' Christ that mouth feels so fucking good. I don't fuckin' deserve you, don't deserve how fuckin' perfect you are, how good you make me feel-"

You bob your head up and down, swallowing him deep and then pulling back, making sure to swirl your tongue along his head.

"So damn good," he gasps, and his words are stilted and broken.

You keep going, for maybe a minute, maybe an hour. The sensation is too much and he's panting and gasping. "I can't-" he cries, "you're gonna make me come, please-"

You pull off immediately, and he hisses at the loss of your lips around him, and then moans into your mouth when you lean in to lick against his tongue, letting him taste every bit of his own musk.

"You're doing good, baby," you praise, loving the way he shudders in response. "Now hold still, I'm gonna ride that cock."

You straddle his hips, swipe your cunt along his length, feeling the way he shakes and twitches against you. You're wet, so damn turned on, soaking, trailing your slick along him as you rut up against him. Then, you fist his cock and, excruciatingly slowly, sink down onto him.

The broken wail that escapes his lips is delicious, ragged and beautiful.

You bounce up and down, watching with pleasure as Joel's fingers twitch, like he's trying so hard not to reach for you, grab for you like he usually does.

You rock along his length, sliding up and down, nearly unseating him from you before sinking back down. You find the right angle for his cock head to press just right against that sweet spot and feel your legs start to shake.

"I can feel it," he grunts, teeth bared, "Feel you getting close."

"Think you deserve to feel me come around you?" You ask, and you can feel it approach. "Think you can feel me come all over this dick and you won't come yourself?"

"Yes, sir," he cries out, "I'll be so good for you. Won't come till you let me."

"Good boy," you stroke his cheek and rub your thumb over your clit in punishing circles, feel your pussy start to clench.

"Gonna ride this out," you tell him, and feel yourself tip over the edge with a broken gasp. Your walls throb around him, pulsing tightly, and Joel looks absolutely pained as you slam yourself down him over and over, practically choking his cock with your tightness.

You're heaving and half-overstimulated but the way he looks wrecked is so beautiful you need more.

"Think you can handle another one?" You ask and he splutters a gasp.

"Already?" he breathes.

You keep your thumb pressing circles round your clit as you keep riding.

"Already." You agree. You've barely finished riding through the aftershocks but you're so wound up, you know you can get yourself there quickly.

"Fuck," Joel whines, "Oh god, oh god-"

You feel yourself start to tip over the edge again and Joel's face is screwed up in concentration, doing his absolute best not to bust in you before he has your permission. His cheeks and chest are flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, soaking into the blindfold. He breathes ragged, heaving breaths and the sight before you makes you come all that much harder.

"God, you feel so fucking good, baby," you tell him, and your pussy's still clenching around him, your slick gushing around him, drenching his thighs.

You pull off of him and he chokes at the loss of contact.

"Gotta taste us now, baby. Clean this pussy up. When you're done, I'll let you come."

He nods, eager, and opens his mouth, his tongue waiting to taste you.

"Need you down the bed," you tell him, and he scoots down, tongue still out. You climb up his body, straddling his stomach and his chest, trailing slick all up his torso, before resting your knees on either side of his face and slowly lowering down.

He's so dedicated, the moment he feels your heat near him you can see the way his mouth waters, his tongue darting out to find your folds. He licks you deep and long, groaning at the taste.

"How do we taste?" you ask, and his exhale is shaky and rough.

"Never tasted anythin' this good in my life." He tells you, wrecked. "We taste so fuckin' good together. Could drink ya all day long."

"We might have to try that," you ponder, "But for now, I just need you to give me one more. Can you do that? One more, baby boy?"

"Fuck, yes sir." He nods his head vigorously and reaches his neck up to press his lips back to your dripping cunt.

"Yeah, that's it. Nice long strokes now, yeah? You gotta swallow every drop of me baby, every drop of this pussy juice I can give you."

He grunts an affirming noise and does as you ask. Long licks from taint to clit. Deep, hot, laving wetness, making you jerk and mewl, riding his face like he was made to take it. Maybe he was.

"When it's good and clean," you instruct, "I need you to focus on this clit, yeah? That's it, baby, point your tongue. Press hard. I've already come twice and I'm nearly numb– Need that extra bit of sensation if you're gonna get me off right, and I know you will get me off right if you wanna come tonight."

Every sound he makes is akin to a whine, a gasp, a sob. He buries his face deep, at one point nearly reaching up to grab your thighs and pull you closer, but he realizes his mistake before he starts to touch you.

"Good boy remembering the rules," you praise, and you grab him by the wrists, holding them against the bed, above his head. You sink lower, letting yourself nearly suffocate him, but he doesn't mind. He loves it. Growls into your pussy and eats you till tears are pooling in his eyes and your legs are trembling so hard you're worried any extra sensation might topple you over. It's building quick and fast and so fucking nice.

"Joel, I-" you stumble, nearly unable to speak. Overwhelmed. "I think I'm gonna come again." You say, and you feel the rumble of his affirmation against you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes just like that, you eat pussy so fucking good, I'm gonna, I'm gonna-"

You come with a scream, thighs smothering him, hips rocking against his chin, his tongue, his nose. The scratch of his patchy beard feels incredible against your soft skin and you fuck his face hard, less careful than ever before about how you sink into him.

Catching your breath, sated, you pull yourself up and off Joel, licking his face clean of your cum as you allow him to catch his breath.

"Done so good for me," you tell him, "You ready to come now too?"

"Yes-" he cries, still gasping for breath, "Yes, sir."

"Can't believe we've never done this before," you praise, "You're a natural. Just gotta give up a little control like a good boy, let daddy make you feel good."

He shudders and twitches, groaning at the name you've given yourself.

You turn your attention back to his cock and nearly gasp. It looks red and angry with need, precum catching at his foreskin before overflowing, streaming down his length.

"Where do you want to come?" you ask him, giving him this one concession.

"Huh?" he asks, clearly surprised.

"In me?" you suggest, "On me? Pick a hole. Pick a body part. It's yours."

"Jesus," he groans, and thinks. "Your mouth," he decides, "Wanna come in that sweet mouth."

"It's yours."

You seat yourself at the end of the bed and give him a few kitten licks, loving the way he hisses as you clean the arousal off of him. "You can come for me whenever you want, now, baby," you tell him. "Did so good, I think you deserve it."

"Thank you," he cries, "Fuck, thank you baby."

You pull his foreskin back again and wrap your lips around his throbbing head, loving the taste of the tangy musk of the nectar spilling from him. You don't go down far, just around the head and back again, just a little. Sucking hard. Licking. Drinking him in. He shudders and gasps and cries and you're pretty sure he's weeping at this point, his hips bucking up, pressing his cock deeper and deeper down your throat.

You let him. He's certainly earned it by now.

In a few moments, his thrusts get erratic, and you run your teeth gently along the pulsing veins, marveling at the beautiful, intricate web of life that rushes through him, red and hot and so close to the surface. Blood pumping so fast and thick.

"I'm comin'-" he chokes, and suddenly, hot sputtering bursts of cum filling your mouth, coming and coming and coming till it's dripping out the sides of your lips and dripping down your chin.

You keep a hand around the base of his cock, jacking him gently till you're sure everything he has to give is in you. Running a hand up his body, you delight in the harsh, heavy breaths he gasps out.

Groping around his head, you pull at the blindfold, tugging gently till it's pulled above his eyes. He scrunches them closed for a moment, readjusting to the lit room, before looking at you, jaw dropped.

You're sitting before him, totally bare, skin sticky with sweat, thighs glistening, and his cum in your mouth, except for where it's dripped down your chin and breasts. You open your mouth to show him, just for a moment, and then swallow, delighting in the way he groans at the sight. Then you wipe your chin with the back of your hand, lick it up, and pull him up towards you so you can kiss him properly.

He grabs you by the back of the head and pulls you in, hungry and sated at the same time.

"That was so good, honey," he tells you, "So fucking good."

You give him a gentle kiss to his forehead, enjoying the sensation of your sweaty, sticky bodies pressed against one another. His tears, unimpeded now, are streaming down his cheeks but he's grinning like a maniac.

"Never thought you'd let someone fuck you blindfolded like that," you tell him and he snorts.

"Me neither," he admits, "But- I trust you. And I'm workin' on it. On bein'- vulnerable."

"I liked it."

"Me too."

"So, can I tie you up next time?"

Joel snorts. "We'll see. Might need at least a week to recover from this one."

"We'll see," you agree, smirking. "We will see."