#tiffy <3

[treatbuckywkisses]

hi sweet faythie can i request a moodboard based on this song

i will literally do anything for you🥰

[restingcorpse]

[bl-bracket]

Round 3: Tiffy (Lovely Writer) vs Porsche (Kinnporsche: The Series)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Tiffy: "The jacket, the motorcycle, the boxing, the fact that she is canonically bisexual and so, so swaggy. Also her giving Tum a lift and saying to him “Climb on my bike, baby girl”?!?"

Porsche: "Introduced backlit with bi lighting (amazing), the outfits, onscreen hookups with men and women, lovely coming-to-terms moments of realizing he’s attracted to men and how he’s almost more nervous/uncertain about his first real relationship than the fact kinns a man. Motorcycle (obvs), queer community around him."

[rheasbrvtality]

the fact that nia jax, liv morgan and tiffany stratton do not have a match on the wrestlemania card is kinda crazy 😭

[tiffycatblog]

The lonely endeavor of trying to find a niche fic that you know doesn't exist and that if you want to read it you need to make it yourself

[yeetlegay]

Somebody needs to do a battle of the BL bisexuals if they haven’t already

[thefreeblog]

While we are on topic of suits the best suits we got till now in BLs

All of Tang Yi suits tbh

All her suit skirts but she especially slayed in this hot pink.

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

A virtual event discussing Long Live the Pumpkin Queen with Shea Ernshaw starts in about 4 hours from now, on Crowdcast! It is free to attend with registration, and they’re offering signed Bookplates with purchase of novel(s)! The deadline to order these will be August 23rd.

You can ask questions that may be answered!

[yansurnummu]

The Desert is a Memory of the Ocean (AO3)

Collab with @tilliphont!

A followup to A Variation of the Truth

In the aftermath of the battles in Coldharbour, Galen and Coralantar find themselves back on Nirn. Stuck together, they must find their way home and pick up the pieces.

Rating: M

Words: 1,597

Chapters: 1/?

Relationships: OC/ OC

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The light was bright enough to blind, to burn. Galen raised an arm over his eyes, dread in the pit of his stomach, as Auredil became a beacon of divine power before them.

The realm began to shatter. Galen turned as he heard Coralantar scream, a flash of lightning out of the corner of his eye. He shouted, leaving the barrier and rushing into the darkness beyond, grasping at the Maormer’s form as he stumbled and fell – and that was all he could remember.

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Galen wakes with a start, shooting up from where he lies. Hazily, he sees shades of orange around him, feeling dust and sand under his hands as he sits up. 

He’s certainly not in Coldharbour anymore. He glances around, puzzling over the desert landscape and tall cliffs surrounding him —

“Coralantar!” he gasps as his eyes focus on the pile of black and silver lying in the sand some feet away. Weakly, he scrambles over to him, pulling at the armour on his shoulders to turn him onto his back. His hands shake as he presses his fingers against their pulse under their jaw, sighing in relief as he feels that there’s still something there.

As his panic subsides, he realizes then how hot it is, peeling away the heavy coat he had worn into the frigid plane of Coldharbour. He whispers a quick apology as he pulls open the clasps of Coralantar’s armoured jacket as well, hoping the Maormer will understand his intentions later.

He then presses his palm to Coralantar’s chest, extending his mind. They’re alive, but there’s pain, he can feel. His brow furrows as he realizes that there is damage his magic cannot heal, but he can keep him alive. His eyes close, and blue light flashes, the chest under his palm rising as Coralantar gasps.

Tired, but successful, he smiles, sitting back on his heels when Coralantar’s eyes open. They wince and groan, squinting at the bright sun above, before their gaze falls to Galen. 

“I’d say good morning, but—” Galen gestures at the dry canyon around them, wiping sand and sweat from his brow. The Maormer grunts wearily in reply. He looks them over for any other injuries, frowning at the sight of the singe marks on his gloves. Coralantar doesn’t fight him as he unbuckles the bracers he’s wearing, but he does hiss in pain as Galen carefully peels the fabric away from their skin. 

Galen pauses as he inspects the Maormer’s hands and wrists. The electrical burns on his skin are bad enough, but he can see that they go much deeper than the surface. He presses his fingers into each of the joints in his hands, finding varying levels of nerve response.

“How bad is it, doc?” Coralantar asks weakly, his voice rough and dry.

“It’s…” Galen swallows, doing his best to put on his business persona, like Coralantar is just another patient. “This is a little beyond my expertise, however, I can… give you something for the pain.”

“Don’t give me that,” silvery eyes bare into him, seeing through the mask. 

Galen sighs.

“It’s not good,” he admits. “There’s nerve damage that I don’t think I can fix, at least not here, right now. Healing the surface might make it worse; it’ll be harder to repair the internal damage later. However, that might be our only option right now, as I have no idea where we are.”

“Just do it, then.” Coralantar says, sitting up with some effort. His face is hard as he holds out his hands for Galen to take. “I refuse to be a liability.”

Galen hesitates, but nods, taking Coralantar’s hands in his. Carefully, he focuses, stitching the wounds back together. 

The two of them hike along cliffs and mesas to get to higher ground. As they walk, Galen quickly begins to recognize the prairie brush and succulent cacti as flora native to Anequina. It's sort of what he suspected, but he's relieved to be certain of it. Anequina, he’s familiar enough with; it's just a matter of finding some sort of landmark.

They're both exhausted, but Coralantar trails a few paces behind him. Galen looks back, and catches the miserable look on their face before the Maormer realizes they’re being watched and the mask slips back into place. They’ve tied their jacket around their waist, the collar of their linen undershirt unlaced and sleeves rolled up to their elbows; it’s a look Galen might find endearing if the situation weren’t so dire. Instead, seeing him like this has Galen on edge; he quite literally looks like a fish out of water, the scales on his face cracked and dry under the relentless afternoon sun. 

He pulls out the small canteen from the pack he managed to hang onto in the chaos, attempting once more to hand it to him.

"Please – if you pass out, I'm not carrying you," he says sternly, but underneath, it's a plea. Coralantar stares at him for a moment, before gingerly reaching out and taking the canteen.

It's not enough for them to survive on for long, and they both know it. He leaves it with Coralantar, continuing onward.

They crest over the top of the hill as the sun begins to sink from the sky, and then, with dread sinking into the pit of his stomach, Galen knows exactly where they are. Coralantar looks at him, a tinge of hope in their eyes as they set their gaze on the walls of a city below, and Galen almost feels bad about crushing them.

"I wouldn't get too excited. That's Orcrest," he steps forward, starting down the opposite side of the hill. "It's been a dead zone since the Knahaten Flu. Whole city got quarantined, and now it’s a nest of harpies and Namira cultists. But, at least now we know where we are." He hears Coralantar sigh, and then footsteps following him.

"What now?" 

"Well, we should probably find shelter. The Stitches isn't too far, but we won't make it before nightfall."

They camp under an outcropping, off the road to Orcrest, where a campfire is less likely to be seen by whatever lurks within the city. 

Galen manages to pick some edible greens and cacti fruit, frowning as he returns to camp to see Coralantar focusing on his hands again. Magic sparks at his fingers, but quickly fizzles out, and he sees his jaw clench in frustration. He looks up as Galen approaches, sighing. Galen drops to sit next to him, taking out a pocket knife to cut the fruit in half.

“Here,” he hands one half to Coralantar. “It’s not great on its own, but it’s better than starving.” The Maormer sniffs it skeptically, before taking a bite.

“Hm,” he makes a sour face, and Galen chuckles.

“The Khajiit typically grill it with cinnamon and sugar, and I promise you it’s quite good.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he begrudgingly continues to eat the fruit.

They sit in silence for a while as they eat, listening to the crackle of the fire. Galen realizes then how exhausted he really is; he had been running on pure adrenaline and survival instinct all day, and now, he supposes, comes the crash. Coralantar, too, looks miserable. 

“What happened back there?” Galen asks gently, his mind retracing backwards now that they’re afforded a moment’s rest. Coralantar shakes their head.

“Which part?”

Galen laughs, the sound bitter and tired. By the Eight, it’s been a fucking long day.

“I don’t know,” Coralantar continues, not waiting for him to answer. They look down at their hands, and there’s a subtle tremor in them. “I suppose I just… pushed too hard. It was bound to happen eventually.”

“What do you mean?” Galen’s brow furrows. Of course, any kind of spellcasting has some risk attached, and Galen is very aware of the risks, both physical and otherwise, of his own craft. But Coralantar’s magic seemed innocuous enough, if frighteningly powerful, from what he had seen.

“Well,” they sigh, their eyes fixed on the ground. “I don’t expect you to understand, but among my people, I’m what you would call a Sea Witch. We’re trained from a young age to be weapons for the Sorcerer-King Orgnum.” His cadence is bitter as he speaks. “Controlling sea and storm? Creating something great and terrible from nothing at all? Well. It’s rare that our bodies last long.”

“What a cold and lonely ruler he must be.” 

“I never met him,” they shrug. “Sea Witches, we’re powerful, but we aren’t people. We’re something to be used and feared. I never had any real station in society, believe it or not.”

“You seem like a person to me. You bloody well bleed like one, anyway.”

Coralantar snorts, and it’s the first time today that Galen’s seen a genuine smile on their face.

“Thanks, Galen,” he meets his gaze. “For… everything. I know I’d still be lying in a canyon, baking in the sun without you.”

“Well, I wasn’t about to just leave you there, was I? I’m not that cruel,” he rolls his eyes, looking away, but he can feel the scrutiny of the Maormer’s gaze still fixed on him.

“No… I suppose you’re not.” Is all Coralantar says before silence stretches between them.

Galen all but flops against him when it's time for them to sleep, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion. Coralantar only sighs wearily, leaning back against him as Galen wraps wiry arms around him, pressing his nose into the Maormer’s shoulder and breathing in the memory of sea air.

[negrowhat]

I just love that Tum is so into makeup and fashion and Miss Tiffy likes bikes and cars and fixing things. He'll make sure she always looks fly and she will make sure that he will never have car troubles and this is what we call a symbiotic relationship.

[treatbuckywkisses]

—but i feel something when i see you now -ICU; pheobe bridgers

-requested by @stargirltiff u always send the most precious asks & they always make me feel so good:( ily<3

[starbuckie]

oh my god hi baby

i was literally just thinking about u earlier today

tiffy my darling hi hi hi

i missed u so much i was so happy to see u pop up in my inbox

[bl-bracket]

Round 3: Tiffy (Lovely Writer) vs Vegas (Kinnporsche: The Series)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Tiffy: "she's just so hot and she rides a motorbike what's more gender than that"

Vegas: "The sheer cunt this man slays. He only needs to wear a silky or velvet top with a simple necklace gracefully draped over his collar bones, flash his cheekbones and you're done. But then this motherfucker actually gets covered in blood, sports a white suit, then a leather jacket, and makes sure he's dressed to the nines in a disco chic suit to start a coup. He also manages to make a plain t-shirt look hot? Wears his birthday suit well, also. Don't get me started on his waist; he deserved to be in at least one crop top. Vegas is a gay man who dresses like a classy masc lesbian. Half my wardrobe is inspired by him now. That's just on the fashion. I haven't even touched on the fact that he had his cousin's ex-boyfriend fake engaged to him while he was flirting with his ex's current boyfriend solely to frame him for the crime of being a mafia mole, while there's implications that he and the *actual* mole were possibly involved too? Mans was busy!"

[sissy-tyler]

Hello, mommies, and welcome back to another episode of our “Sissy Re-education and Training” series, brought to you by the Sissy-corp! I’m your resident mommy, Yvonne, and the lovely girl next to me is Little Sissy Tiffany. Say “hello” little Tiffy.

“Hewwo evwybody!”

Little Tiffy is in our care at the Sissy-corp facilities because she just couldn’t make it as a man, or as a loving husband. Infidelity; being rude to his wife; always leaving messes for her to clean up; expecting her to cook every meal for him; the list goes on. He was much less of a man, and much more-so an overgrown baby. So he, or should I say, SHE’S been enrolled in our sissy-maid program.

In this program Tiffy’s been learning how to cook, clean, serve, and effectively pleasure her former wife, now mommy, and any lovers her mommy chooses to have. More importantly, though, Little Tiffy has been learning the ins-and-outs of how to be the bestest, widdle, baby gurwl a mommy could ever ask for! Isn’t that wight, widdle Tiffy?

“I wuv being a good gurwl fow my mommy!”

God, she’s just too adorable. Our training session today is about how to effectively reward your sissy while reinforcing her baby-ish behavior. Tiffany, here, was without a doubt one of our hardest cases to break, thus far, especially when it came to making her use her diapers. But, thanks to our patented “Rewards and Reinforcement” program. Even a stickler, sissy like Tiffany can be turned into the most dutiful, diaper dumper.

When rewarding your sissy, you first want to start off with a reward routine. For Tiffany, we had her on a schedule of getting a reward every 5 messy diapers she made. We kept her on this routine for three weeks, then the fourth week we changed her routine to a reward every 10 messy diapers. Week number 5; we upped it to every 15, then on week 6, every 20. After week 6, her rewards were then shifted to mommy’s discretion, meaning her rewards were completely randomized. This kept Tiffany always wanting to fill her diapers in hopes of the next reward. Tiffy, how many messy diapers have you made since your last reward?

“One….One hundwed and twendy nine.”

Such a good girl, Tiffy, I’m amazed you can even count that high! Now, even though Tiffany’s reward system may seem a little extreme, we do recommend you keep your sissies on very similar regiments. Now, onto how you properly reward your sissy.

To properly reward your sissy, you’ll want to make sure she’s in her Official, “Sissy-corp clitty cage”, and has some form of a buttplug in, the larger, the better. Then, before you’ve put your sissy in her diaper, you’ll want to make sure you’ve attached the electrodes of your “Sissy-Corp Rewards Device” to both her cage and her booty-plug.

Before I start the machine I always love making my sissies get on their hands and knees. I feel it really enforces that submissive mentality, but you can put your sissy in whatever position you feel is best. Then, I start the machine in 3…2…1….aaaaand watch how quickly Tiffany melts!

“UNGH! MOMMY! UNGH! IT FEEWS SO GOOOOOOOOOD!”

Now, at this point, I love grabbing and pulling Tiffany’s hair. Her wife told me she always used to be too rough in the bedroom, so I love returning the favor. Always remember to make your sissy tell you why they’re getting rewarded! Tiffy, why are you getting buzzies today?

“Ungh! B-because I made poopies in my diapuurr wike a g-g-good widdle guuurrll!”

You always wanna make sure you’re reinforcing to your sissy WHY they are getting to make spurties in their diapies. Always remind them, as well, that they are getting to make rewardies INSIDE of their diaper, just like the little baby they are. Speaking of rewardies, Tiffany is due to blow any second here!

“UNGH! MOMMY I MAKING GOO GOO’S! It feews so so goooood!”

Wow, Tiffany, I think that was 45 seconds, a new record for you! I forgot to mention, little Tiffy, here, is also a premature ejaculator. Once again, I’d like to thank you so much for tuning into our Sissy-Corp training session, and I look forward to seeing you again when we show you how to dress your sissy for going out in public. Tiffy has an upcoming date with her mommy to go see….

“Da new Bawbie Movie!”

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[itgetsdark-x]

Hey, I have a little idea, that I just can't get out of my head.

Joel is trying to teach the reader how to play the guitar riff of "the chain" by Fleetwood Mac, but the reader gets a bit too distracted by Joels finger movements, which he notices, teases the reader with a cheeky smirk preferably like something similar to "darling you're focusing on the wrong thing". Once he sees that the reader is blushing, he sets down his guitar, takes the readers guitar and they just do it in the living room, just because they're so caught up in the moment. Then after the deed, he let's out a snarky remark on how the reader is easily distracted (honestly I don't even know how should the remark sound, like "next time focus on the strings and not the lingering fingers") [I'll just leave it up to you], but yeah the reader promises that she would be more attentive next time and they both start wheezing, because she's already making promises that she wouldn't be able to keep. The end 🥰

PS. And bless you and your writing, the writing is absolutely astounding, the way you capture pure emotions is phenomenal, the dialogues between characters too. Everything is mind-blowing, most of the time I find myself taken aback by it 😚. Thank you!!

A/N: please forgive the fact this has been sat in my inbox for literally months, I am so sorry!! <3 I’ve had so much on recently I just haven’t had the time to write so also please forgive the fact this sucks, I feel so outta touch! Nevertheless, here is your request and I hope I’ve done it justice, somewhat as the prompt was amazing!!

Summary: you love music, almost as much as you love watching your friend, Joel, play the guitar. When you’re stuck learning a song, Joel is there to lend a hand, in more ways than one.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, it’s just smut, unprotected p in v, mentioned age gap, mild choking, oral (m receiving)

Characters: Joel Miller x (f) reader

Word Count: 3.6k

You sighed heavily, the breath from your lungs exhaling loudly in frustration as you threw your guitar down on the old couch in anger.

“What’s got you in a tiffy, darlin’?” Joel asked, peering his head round the corner so he could look at you.

“Can’t learn this fuckin’ riff in The Chain, y’know by Fleetwood Mac?” You groaned, slumping back into your seat and closing your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m from that era of music, darlin’. I’m well aware of the song.” He chuckled dryly and leant up against the wall of his lounge so he could admire you. “Would you like some help? I know the song and could teach you, if you like?” He said kindly.

“Really? Would you?” You grinned. “God, Joel! Yes! Thank you, you’d really by saving my life. I promised the band we would play it at our next show in a few day’s but actually didn’t realise the riff would be quite so hard. Sorry I know we said we would just hangout tonight and listen to music but this has got me all frustrated.”

Joel just smiled at you softly before he left the room to grab his own guitar. The two of you had been close friends for a while. Not long after you had moved to town, you stumbled into a local bar and saw this somewhat gruff-looking guy strumming his guitar at the open mic night. It took you to go to the same bar and see him three more times before you even grew the courage to say hello to him. There was an instant attraction between the two of you but you never quite built up the courage to become more than close friends, you spent a lot of time together and there always felt like more lingered in the air but you always managed to repress those feelings. Still, here you were now, you both seemed to just slot into one another’s life and routines seamlessly and without further words of your feelings for one another.

He reappeared with his, much nicer, and newer guitar; he gestured for you to scoot across the couch and pick up your own guitar. There was an evident age-gap between the two of you but you both bonded over your love or music and still, even still, it’s what you both loved the most.

“Okay, so,” Joel started and sat down on the couch next to you.

You turned yourself and crossed your legs so you could watch the male and follow his instructions. You picked up your own guitar and followed suit in Joel’s fingers positions.

He peered over at you with a soft smile, it was the sort of smile that hooked you from the instant you set your eyes on him; the kind of smile you wanted to drown yourself in forever. Just as quick as you saw yourself staring at the male, you diverted your gaze to his fingers once more and focused on your own positioning.

“You wanna put your fingers like this, strum, strum, switch, strum, switch…” Joel was instructing but your brain felt as if it had turned to mush.

This felt like it was the first time you properly took in the older male’s form and you could feel your cheeks heating up; you watched as Joel’s thick fingers moved effortlessly to play the riff that you had been struggling with. He continued to play and the soft chords filled your ears.

Your mind wandered filthily as he did so; you stopped trying to play along as you watched his fingers move, imagining what they would feel like touching you, feeling you, even what they would feel like inside of you. You shifted awkwardly in your seat as the familiar throb of lust swept through your body.

You imagined how it would feel to have Joel’s fingers tracing down your body softly, so incredibly softly until they were hooking inside your panties to gentle caress yo—

“Darlin’,” Joel coughed, drawing your attention back to the room. “Seems to me you’re focusing on the wrong thing…”

“What?!” You asked loudly, directing your gaze back to the smirking male in front of you. “Oh, I — uh — you,” you muttered. “Good technique.” You managed to get out with deeply flushed cheeks.

“Good technique, huh?” He chuckled. “You’re blushin’ quite a bit there.” Joel remarked with a smug smirk as he placed his guitar down on the floor away from the couch.

“N-no I am not!” You defended weakly, staring at the male once again with widened eyes as he took your guitar. “Wait, w-what are you doing?” You asked meekly.

“I’m doing what I shoulda done that night you first spoke to me.” Joel whispered, moving closer to you now.

He put your guitar on the floor, with his own and closed the distance between you; one of his strong hands held your face as he pressed a hungry kiss to your parted lips. You couldn’t help but gasp as your brain caught up with what was happening.

You pressed your palms to the males broad chest and gently pushed him away so you could open your mouth to speak once more.

“I don’t wanna ruin anything, Joel. D-don’t be dumb.” You whispered as you leant into the hand on your face.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?” He laughed dryly before pulling you back in.

Joel manoeuvred your body until your were straddling his lap and you let out a contented sigh as he deepened the kiss; his tongue quickly swept along your bottom lip before it delved into your mouth to fight against your own. Any previous arguments of why you shouldn’t be doing this melted away with each kiss. Your hips shifted in the males lap, your greedy privates needing more friction than you were getting.

Joel let out a breathy laugh and toyed with the buttons on the front of your plaid shirt, he looked up at you to silently ask for permission, to which you gave a simple nod. Within seconds he was exposing your bra-clad chest, he couldn’t contain the deep groan that rumbled from his throat as his fingers fumbled with the fabric to expose more of your skin.

“Look at you, darlin’, so pretty.” He mumbled, attaching his rough lips to the skin of your neck and chest. He peppered soft kisses to the delicate skin and nipped at the doughy flesh of your breast.

You let out a soft moan, it was a small noise but it only encouraged Joel further; he unhooked your bra and let your bare breasts fall free from the constricting fabric. Your chest heaved, your skin was flushed and you wriggled in Joel’s lap; you weren’t sure what to do with your hands or even your body, you were fixed in the spot and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Joel’s hands again. Only this time, they were massaging at your sensitive tits, he pinched his fingers over your hardening nipples and he toyed with the sensitive buds.

“Fuck, Joel. Please, I need way more than this. Please.” You breathed, watching him still.

“Yeah?” He groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his worn jeans. “You need more? I see the way you’re still watching me, baby girl. You wanna watch as I play with your pretty pussy?”

Your breath caught in your throat at Joel’s question, you never imagined he could sound any sexier but there he was, filth falling from his lips as he played with your tits. With such nonchalance, he might as well have asked you how you like your coffee in the morning. You nodded eagerly, unable to string an answer together and Joel just chuckled.

“Get out your jeans and panties for me then. Then, just wait, since you got such a thing for watching my hands why don’t I let you watch properly?” He smirked.

You did as you were instructed, you stood from the sofa and stripped yourself of your remaining clothes and you kicked the discarded articles of clothing to the side with your waylaid guitar. You draped your arms over your chest, feeling overly exposed compared to Joel who was still fully dressed. Joel pushed the coffee table in the middle of the room until it was a further distance away from the sofa and he swiftly took the mirror off of the wall; he rested it up against the edge of the coffee table so that it was positioned opposite the sofa.

“What are you doing?” You asked a little nervously.

“You’ll see, darlin’. Now how ‘bout you come help me get outta these clothes?”

You didn’t hesitate for a second longer and you were on the male in a flash, your hands clawed at Joel’s T-shirt as you haphazardly pulled it over his head before you moved onto unbuckling his belt and helping him out of his jeans and boxers.

His cock sprung free from the restraints of his boxers and you instantly felt yourself flutter around air, you craved any part of the older male you could get your hands on.

Joel hissed softly as the cool air hit the tip of his swollen cock, the pre-cum already beading at his slit. You swallowed roughly as your eyes drank in the male in front of you, your soft hands stroked over his broad chest with a smile.

“C’mon darlin’, sit on the floor for me.” He said softly and you nodded compliantly.

You sat on the floor, a little way from the sofa and you couldn’t help but cover your modesty as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across from you. Joel tutted as he sat himself behind you, he spread his legs and pulled you back until you were flush against him.

“Look at you,’ Joel breathed, turning your face to look at the both of you in the mirror. “Look at how beautiful you look for me, spread your pretty little legs for me.” He held the tops of your thighs to gently pull your legs up, he stroked down your leg and pushed them open at your knees.

You wanted to close your legs, you wanted to look away but Joel had you captivated, you caught his gaze in the reflection opposite you and you smiled softly at the man.

“Don’t be shy, baby girl, you’re so beautiful, you should see yourself as I touch you.” He breathed against your neck before he peppered soft kisses there.

Your cheeks were glowing and any words you wanted to say had died long ago in your throat, you were completely hypnotised by the older male. You watched intently as his large hands stroked over your body, his fingers lightly danced over your inner thighs and you couldn’t help the way your body shook under his gentle touches.

“Stay still for me, princess.” He cooed with a soft laugh.

“C-can’t… Need you so bad and you’re teasing me.” You whined petulantly.

“No patience, huh?” He asked, nipping at your neck with a smile when you gasped.

“Joel! Please!!” You huffed as his fingers ghosted over where you wanted them the most.

You couldn’t help the way your legs instinctively spread further at his teasing fingertips which caused the older male to let out a breathy laugh.

“Atta girl, you get the idea. You wanna watch my fingers so bad, watch how they’re gonna play with your cunt.” He whispered lowly into your ear which caused your body to shudder.

Joel kept his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror’s reflection as his fingers finally fell to where you needed them most. He brushed his fingers through your damp slit, collecting your apparent arousal on them and he cocked a brow at you in the mirror.

“Hm,” he hummed happily. “This all for me, darlin’?”

You nodded weakly, just a small gasp escaping from your parted lips as Joel’s thick digits finally settled on your throbbing clit. He began to move his fingers in small circles and you were caught, entirely captivated and at his will, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the reflection unfolding in front of you.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew you should be ashamed, should close your legs and cover your modesty but Joel had rewired your brain; him and his stupid hands. His perfect, thick and magical hands. The hands that almost had you shaking already.

“You like that, sweetheart? Like watching my fingers play with your clit?” He asked smoothly, his breath fanning against your neck as he stared at you in the mirror.

You opened your mouth but the only sound that slipped from your lips was a shaky moan which just egged Joel on further; his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves quicker and you felt your stomach start to flutter and tense.

He kept that same, smug smirk plastered over his face as he effortlessly sped his fingers up, he occasionally let his lips drop down and kiss at the sensitive skin of your neck. Your head began to lull back as Joel’s fingers worked quickly, to edge you closer to your release but he simply tutted at you.

“Nope, baby girl, you need to watch yourself as I make you cum, need to watch you shaking for me as you cum for me.” He whispered.

You forced your head upright, the overwhelming pleasure making your limbs feel heavy. Joel dipped his fingers lower so he could insert two into you, albeit slightly awkwardly but it was enough, you could feel his thick digits stroking your spongy walls.

With every move of his fingers, the heel of his palm nudged against your clit; the room was filled with your breathy moans, Joel’s soft encouragements and the obscene squelching of your wet pussy.

“J-Joel, I’m not gonna last. Feels, fuck.” You whimpered, your fingers clawing at the flesh on Joel’s legs. “Feels so fucking good, fuck.” You cursed.

“Atta girl, cum for me; look at me in the mirror, look into my eyes as I make you cum.” He growled possessively.

You nodded, your mouth hung agape and just as Joel curled his fingers upwards, you felt yourself clench around him. He removed his fingers from inside you and went to quickly rub over your clit as you shook through your orgasm. You felt your stomach curl as your walls clenched and then you felt the first few spurts of squirt leave your body, hearing the soft splashing noise as it hit the floor.

“Oh fuck, Joel — I’m, I’m sorry. I’ve never done that before. I’ll clean it up.” You breathed, closing your legs in embarrassment.

“Don’t you dare.” He smirked. “You don’t even realise how hot that is.”

Your cheeks flushed out of embarrassment and you smiled at the older male in the mirror, dropping your legs once again and seeing the mess you had made. No man before had ever made you feel as good as Joel did, your mind began to race just how amazing he would feel if he was in a better position and you weren’t sure if you would even be able to take it.

“Now,” Joel smiled over your shoulder, nipping at the flesh playfully. “Why don’t you sit in my lap, facing the mirror so you can see my cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy?” He challenged with a raised brow.

You nodded dumbly, you honestly couldn’t believe this was your friend, the charming gentleman who would help elderly people at the store, the one that plays gently with his niece; yet here he was, dominant and filthy.

You moved out of the way so Joel sit with his back against the sofa more and close his legs, he gave his throbbing cock and few strokes with the same hand he had inside of you moments ago. You couldn’t help but stare again, you were captivated and completely mesmerised by him; it was intoxicating.

You moved once again so you could position yourself, hovering above Joel’s cock, he held the base of his member to guide it into your tight hole and then he squeezed your hips roughly. Your eyes fluttered closed as Joel lowered you into his lap, his length felt impossibly long and thick, you could feel your walls stretching around him until you were completely bottomed out on him.

“Joel, fuck, so—“ you breathed out. “So big, Jesus.”

“I prefer being called Joel, but hey, I’ll respond to Jesus.” He teased, squeezing your hips. “So tight baby girl, so good for me.” He muttered, urging you to rise before sinking down again.

You rolled your eyes at the male but started a steady rhythm, lifting yourself and sitting back down continuously; Joel felt incredible, better than anyone you had been with before, with every time you lowered yourself, you could feel the thick tip of his cock nudge against your g-spot, you felt like you were seeing stars. Completely cock drunk on the older male.

“I can’t keep this up, my legs are shaking already and I feel like I’m gonna cum again.” You whispered, looking at Joel’s blissful, pleasured face.

“Come on, just a little bit more for me, just a bit more.” He groaned as he took his hands to hold onto your tits once again.

You shook your head, took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat. “Like this.” You instructed.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “You’re trouble, darlin’.” He smirked and gently squeezed your throat as you continued to ride him.

You clenched around him in response, soft moans falling from your parted lips. Joel used his other hand to find your clit once again, his calloused fingers circling it expertly. You watched his fingers again in the mirror and that’s all it took; your eyes drank in the erotic scene. The older males hand around your throat, his fingers playing with your clit and his cock plunging in and out of your hole. You sank into his lap and circled your hips as you came around him, with a wrecked moan.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” Joel cooed in your ear, the praise sending shocks through you as you rode out your orgasm.

Joel released your throat and removed his fingers from your oversensitive clit as he let you regain your composure once again. He gently got you off his lap as you got your breath back.

“Let me sort this out.” You smirked, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Hmm?” Joel smirked.

You spread his legs, and knelt between them and without another word, you sucked the males length into your mouth, sinking down until it hit the back of your throat.

Joel let out an animalistic groan and instinctively wrapped his fingers into your hair to steady himself from bucking up into your mouth. He looked at the reflection in front of him; his hair-covered chest was already heaving with effort as you started to bob your head in his lap. And then there was your body; your perfect body, with all its curves and lines, he watched as your ass moved with each bob and every now and then, he could catch a glimpse of your wet pussy.

You sank your mouth lower until your nose was buried in the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock, your senses were filled with Joel, he scent was heady and intoxicating but even amongst all of that; you could taste yourself on the male, normally it would make your stomach turn but with him, you couldn’t get enough. You were eager to please him and you worked your mouth quicker, wrapping a hand around the base to move in sync with your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, please don’t stop that, please don’t stop.” The older male moaned, his words almost sounding like a pleading whimper.

His fingers tightened in your hair as you pulled your mouth off with a pop. You looked up at the male through your lashes and flashed him a devilish grin.

“Cum on my face.” You stated bluntly as you stroked him quicker.

Joel was left speechless, he was dumbfounded as he watched you stick your tongue out, waiting to receive his load. You stroked him, your thumb brushing over the tip of his cock and that’s all he needed, his fingers still tangled in your head as his cock twitched; thick ropes of his cum hitting your tongue, painting your cheeks and chin.

You smirked at him and swallowed down his load with a soft moan. Joel’s head fell back onto the sofa and you sat back on your heels, face a total mess and feeling sticky with sweat all over.

“Fuck me.” Joel groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. “That was…”

“Unexpected?” You offered up with a soft laugh.

Joel laughed and looked back up at you, his cock twitched as he watched his load dribble down your face.

“Let me get you a cloth.” He laughed and kissed the top of your head before leaving the room.

He returned shortly after, as you were wiping your face and regaining some decorum, he put his mirror back up on the wall.

“How ‘bout we both go shower and then I actually teach you how to play that damned song? And how ‘bout this time, you don’t get distracted as easily on my fingers, hm?” He teased.

“Ugh, you’re the worst. Maybe don’t have such nice hands?” You retorted, pushing past him to run upstairs.

Maybe it was time for you to find a new guitar teacher.

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[saturnskyline]

bl people i desire carnally 💖

tagged by @loveable-sea-lemon and @sandrayy !! thanks for encouraging me to thirst on main (more than usual that is jfklsdfjd)

vegas (kinnporsche)

this gif is incredibly innocent looking but to be clear, i am just as attracted to him (if not more) when he is covered in blood <3 anyway starting this list off strong with my moral compass compromised by sexy lol. i have no excuses. let's carry on

tiffy (lovely writer)

ended the career of every bike-riding bisexual ever. her impact is unmatched, her beauty is unparalleled, and i am frankly not above groveling at her feet. we stan tiffy in this house

payu/phayu/wouldn't you like to know weather boy (love in the air)

honestly screw this guy. SCREW THIS GUY. even just making this post i fell down this most ridiculous rabbit hole of gifs bc he's literally too hot. bisexual menace get thee HENCE

tay (kinnporsche)

YOU'RE MY ANGEL BABYYY BABY YOU'RE MY ANGEL.... ahem. that is to say, tay my love, i would cherish you beyond belief. give me a chance i beg just one chance break up with your boyfriend i'm bored-

ink (bad buddy)

i mean look at her. "it's so gainful" changed my brain chemistry. what do you even say. simp is not a strong enough word to describe the feelings i have for her like. ma'am i would ride into battle for you just say the word

win (between us)

every second he was onscreen i was consumed with rage at the sheer attractiveness that this man has. mind you he is a main character so that's a lot of rage.... but yeah 👍 so glad to have found this gif specifically bc wow what a moment. bless boun noppanut 4ever

miw (3 will be free)

need her to roll her eyes at me. actually, i need her to stomp on me but the eye rolling is a good start sdfkjlsdfjs. angel darling queen of my life etc. etc. etc. (also pretty please let me join your polycule pleaseeee)

big (kinnporsche)

can't put too many kinnporsche characters on this list i'm ngl :') and i couldn't NOT include big like come on. he is the most babygirl ever. his angst levels and his beautiful hair have captivated me.... you get the point. justice for big

tagging @xxhappy-chickenxx @negrowhat @porschesbabydaddy @peachym00 @a-slut-for-vegaspete and anyone else that might want to do this! feel free to ignore this if you're not interested or you've already been tagged :)