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[whateverloomis]

There's a lot of breeding kink in monster porn but I raise you this:

The monster says you don't get to leave until he gets you pregnant.

You're sterile or otherwise incapable of being impregnated. The monster doesn't know this.

You're going to be here for a loooong time...

[whateverloomis]

Fuck, this is so delicious. The controversy of it all got me needy, to say the least 😩🤭💖🤌🏼

Like Father, Like Son

Pairing: bfd!Joel x Reader

Summary: When your boyfriend won’t, his father will.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected piv. Age gap. Dad[dy] kink. Infidelity — Reader cheats on her boyfriend with Joel. Pervy!Joel. Cocky!Joel. Subby!Reader. Finger-sucking. Spitplay. Joel c*ms on your tummy then fucks it back in.

Note: I was about to take a nap today, and this thought popped into my head. Couldn’t rest until I wrote it out LOL

Word count: 1.3k

The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, apparently.

At a staggering 6’4, Jimmy Miller is the single tallest boy in your class; his father, Joel, is scarcely an inch taller. Both of them prefer to keep their hair cut pretty short. Their shoulders are broad, and their jaws have a square-ish set—Jimmy’s chin and neck are dusted in the darkest black stubble imaginable, and Joel’s is all salt-and-pepper, thanks to the passage of nearly fifty years.

Jimmy plays football and lacrosse, and Joel runs the equivalent of a 5K on a daily basis, in addition to more strength training and core exercises than you’d think possible for a man even half his age. They both are able to boast physiques that are fit, taut, toned, and strong.

The only area where the elder Miller might have your boyfriend beat is in the way the tip of his cock can reach your cervix—and keep hitting it, repeatedly, in just the way you like it, to make you cum quicker than anything.

You shouldn’t have known what that felt like.

Your first instinct when Jimmy rolled off of you tonight and collapsed into the space beside you in bed should not have been to wait until he fell asleep and then sneak off silently to his father’s room. That was wrong of you.

This is borderline evil, what you’re doing with your hips in the heat and comfort of this oversized bed. Joel is smug.

He has a firm hold on your thighs watching you ride him.

“That’s it,” he drawls. He lifts his right hand and swiftly brings it down to smack the skin, and then he kneads. He nods, like this is something that he taught you to do. “Up an’ down, darlin’. Give that pussy what she needs.”

You really wish he wouldn’t say it like that.

Like you were in some way wanting. Deprived.

Like your boyfriend—his son—couldn’t make you moan and whine in the same way you’re doing it right now, cunt split in two by Joel’s big, thick, throbbing cock and your juices leaking out all over his belly. Jimmy’d been inside you, too, no more than twenty, twenty-five minutes prior, so Joel clearly wasn’t the only one responsible for this mess. He just helped finish it.

“I love him, Mr. Miller. I—I—I really do,” you whimper. With one shaky set of fingers, you squeeze your breast, and you feel a web of pleasure blossom down from your chest to the wet, greedy hole where you have him deep.

“‘M’sure you do.” Joel grins. “Gonna get hitched, buy a nice, big house, and have a boatload of kids? Is that it?”

“That’s what it’s gonna be.”

You bite your lip staring down at him, bracing your free hand on that broad, hairy chest, and then you nod your head, as if to convince yourself of what you just told him.

Then Joel flips you both.

He folds you in half, so your knees are pressed up against your chest and your feet are poised in the air, pointed to him. Joel hums, and he keeps on fucking you, not seeming to take issue with how loud the sounds of your cunt sucking him in happen to be. If anything, he likes it.

Your walls clench around him for what feels like the fiftieth time, and you writhe underneath him. You moan.

“Gonna leave this dick alone, too? Once you’re married, I mean.” Joel’s tone is teasing. It’s steeped in incredulity, as well as the experience of being decades your senior.

“Y-Yes,” you stutter.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he simpers.

Then he pulls a long, sad face like this is the worst news that he’s heard all day, and he leans forward until his chest is flush with the backs of your legs and his cock is driven in to the hilt. He cups your face with his big hands.

“I’m gonna miss this pussy,” he says. Sighing. “Bad.”

“Daddy.”

You can’t help but say it when one hand drifts down and starts to toy with your nipple, and the thrusts keep coming in. The bed shakes with every stroke, and you can tell that you’re close to coming apart at any second.

Joel slides the touch that was cupping your cheek to stuff fingers in your mouth. He makes sure that it’ll stifle your cries—he knows you like to scream when you cum, and though he normally loves to hear it, along with all the noises your pussy makes getting stuffed, tonight he’d rather not have to fight his son. He fucks you harder.

He smiles.

“So when it’s late at night—” Another thrust. Another short, sharp intake of breath as you bite him and whine. “—and my son gets what’s his and leaves you needy—”

You bare your teeth and practically keen as Joel fucks you so deep that you can feel him in your lungs. His length drags in and out, in and out, until the imprint of every vein must be seared into your wet, velvety walls.

“Mr. Miller,” you moan, words garbled.

Joel shoves those fingers even further in your mouth at the same time he bottoms out inside your cunt, and both orifices leak with moisture. He licks the spit trickling out at either side of your lips, the old, sick bastard that he is, and you feel that silver-flecked beard tickle your chin. You can sense a little twitch in his cock from root to tip.

Your eyes roll, and your toes curl tight, the same as they’ve done for him the last three nights in a row.

No, this isn’t Jimmy.

Try as you might to pretend that it is, it just—

“—ain’t enough for ya, is it?” Joel must read your mind. “Jimmy ain’t doin’ ya like this, an’ he never fuckin’ will.”

The fingers slide out. They cup your chin hard instead.

“Mr. Miller, I’m gonna…” Your eyelids flutter back open.

It’s happening again. Your boyfriend’s father is balls deep, pounding you relentlessly into his bed, and your legs are pressed to either side of his neck, taking him in.

“Need a real man to make you cum, huh?”

You look up at him, eyes wide.

Between your thighs, your cunt is as stretched and sore and washed in a deep, heady pleasure as it’s ever been.

Then, you’re about to peak.

Frantically, you nod your head.

“Yes, yes, yes—Mr. Miller, make me cum.”

Joel beams. “Gonna let me fuck it in her, too?”

“Please.”

And he does.

Well, in Joel Miller’s own, particular way, he gets it inside—you cum around his cock, bliss rolling and pulsing and squeezing in time, and he lets you milk him all through it. Your walls constrict, pushing him right over the edge. Then he pulls out. Jerks his cock furiously. Lets his sticky-white spend paint your belly in the thickest, warmest ropes, until he’s completely spent. Then, no doubt thanks to the help of a Cialis or a Viagra taken earlier that night, your middle-aged man is able to stay hard for a good while longer. Keep his hypersensitized shaft in play just to make sure that he can stuff you full.

Unlike his son, Joel doesn’t do rubbers.

Unlike his son, Joel loves to play fast and loose with the term ‘pulling out,’ and when he unloads his seed all over your stomach, he makes sure that he fucks it all back in.

So, holding his still-pulsing dick by the base, Joel swipes it over where he came. Smears the stuff messily. Then, with jizz sticking to the tip and all down its length, practically soaking the whole underside of his shaft, he angles it down. He meets your gaze and slides it back in.

He pulls out, takes a little more, and pushes in again.

And again.

And again.

Eyes never leaving your own, smile growing on his lips, hips pistoning back and forth, gently, and a bevy of obscene thoughts no doubt filling his head, Joel leans in. He doesn’t stop until his nose is hovering less than an inch from yours, and then his hands slide to your thighs.

He sinks in.

He grins.

“Think my son will mind if I fuck you one more time?”

[whateverloomis]

Innocent reader / corruption fics 🍒

I can't change the past, but I can imagine it differently. I can step into another experience through the lens of an innocent reader. Different how/why is my own business. Different doesn't mean objectively good. It's personal. For me, I like to taste forbidden fruit without the poison, getting the excitement of danger while remaining completely safe via fiction. "We shouldn't be doing this," but we know it's fine because we're reading words on a page. All the better if I'm writing the words - even more control for me. And I appreciate readers who give me that trust. Anyway, no one has to justify their fantasies, kinks, or interests. If you come across a kink denier/shamer on here, please know it's a stray karen on the loose in our yards, wearing her neon homemade kink patrol belt, talking to herself making no sense, using different voices. You're not alone, and she has far less company than she wants you to think.

18+ blog and characters | fics marked 🍒

[whateverloomis]

Pondering my orbs.

[whateverloomis]

how do you, like, finish things?

For long term projects, “a little bit every day” has never failed me, 2 novels, a poetry collection, a thesis, and a dissertation in. Just commit to putting a word or sentence or paragraph or citation down every day, and that commitment will result in something: if it’s something you don’t like, you can recommit to revisions until you do.

There’s no magic sauce. It’s about doing the work every day - commitment over motivation. Also, leave yourself open to imagining new paths for your work at any time. Keep a notebook or your notes app open. These can be the ideas that help you discover your “point” or conclusion!

[whateverloomis]

[whateverloomis]

Here's the thing with Billy Loomis and Stu Macher...

They're not mushy or soft. They're psychopaths. The lack of emotions and empathy takes over them, and that darkness that lives inside them manifests in opposite ways.

What they feel for each other isn't necessarily love. It's more of an egocentric want and craving that they can somehow provide for each other.

Stu gets off on the way Billy manipulates him. He feels wanted. Like Billy can't kill without him. Stu loves being part of Billy's plans! Anything he can contribute feeds his needy ego and it's all he cares about.

Billy, on the other hand, loves having control over people. If he can't manage to manipulate situations and make them go his way, whoever is involved automatically doesn't matter and would be better off dead. He obviously uses Stu to stroke his ego. He gets what he wants, when he wants and nothing can change that dynamic. If it somehow changes and steers away from his plans, Stu is as good as gone.

There's heavy internalized homophobia within the relationship. Bisexuals in denial, living tense moments with each other that Stu is more clear about than Billy.

They don't have sex. Not yet, at least. 18 years old and making out was just enough to get Stu excited and riled up to get through whatever Billy's plan is.

It's menacing, really. Billy intimidates Stu with his forwardness, raising his voice just to end up grabbing Stus shirt and pulling him close. Kissing him as an award. As a way to keep him in the trance.

No, they're not soft with each other, even if Stu might want some of that treatment sometimes.

It drains emotions. It's full of manipulation. Of need. Of giving. It's not soft. It's rough. It's Billy and Stu.

[whateverloomis]

NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone

[whateverloomis]

i love your stories

Thank you anon 🫶🏼

[whateverloomis]

just wanted to say that i love your writing so so much, you are super talented and just amazing love you 💖💖

Thank you sm anon, that means so much to me :') Love you too 💖🫶🏼

[whateverloomis]

Started to prep for the FNAF 2 movie and this was absolutely delicious. I love that reader is as fucked up as William and gets off at the thought of death. The whole concept of being trapped in the animatronic while getting devoured is hot asf. Love this 🖤

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

William Afton x Reader SMUT • sadomasochism • oral sex

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

Screwing a sick fuck like William Afton, your sex life was never going to be normal. If William has his way, it might just kill you…

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

The metal animatronic shell clamped around you chills your bare skin. By contrast, William’s tongue is warm as he licks slow stripes between your folds. It’s hard to stay still with his face pressed into your cunt, but you must stay still. If you lose control and thrash about, both you and William will be dead in seconds…

The endoskeleton’s spring locks will activate and crush your ribs, along with William’s head between your legs. He explained it all very thoroughly while positioning your naked body inside the animatronic’s shell, describing every grisly detail of what would happen if in your pleasure, you lost control. “Would crush my skull like a watermelon,” William had mused as he knelt at your feet, his tone almost cheerful. He’d checked that the suit’s interior frame fit nice and snug around you, the metal bars pinching into the fat of your tits and hips.

“But what a way to go, right sweetheart?” William had grinned up at you, a maniacal twinkle in his eye. And as he pressed his face between your legs and began to devour you, you realized William was right: the risk is worth it. He burrows his nose and lips in between your gently quivering labia, inhaling your musk as his tongue laps out to taste it. You lightly hump the flat, spongy pad of William’s tongue, grinding your bush on the bridge of his nose. He tenses and relaxes the tip of his tongue, pulsing against your clit in a fluttering motion. You crumple into the wet heat of William’s mouth as he fucks and laps you up like a delicacy.

Your hips buck twice, a strained moan curling up from your chest. William presses a hand to your stomach, grounding you, his palm a silent reminder to stay in line. “Control yourself,” William tells you without saying a word, pressing against your belly. Inside your body, beneath his palm, the muscles at your core coil and spasm in pleasure.

Through clenched teeth you tug air into your lungs, a sharp hissing sound ghosting between your lips. The tip of William’s tongue rounds the swollen hood of your clit in soft swirls, shattering your world to pieces with a simple gesture of his tongue. Your head snaps back and the metal endoskeleton creaks around you. William’s shoulders tense between your thighs, cautious-but his tongue never ceases its assault on your clit, steadily guiding you through the waves and crest of your orgasm…

…And suddenly, William’s yanking you forward, your naked body crumpling into his on the workroom floor. You pant breathlessly into his shoulder as William’s heartbeat thunders so powerfully, you can hear it. Silence fills the room except for your harsh breaths and William’s gradually-steadying pulse. He swallows hard, then quietly directs your attention behind you: “Sweetheart…look.”

You follow William’s eyes to the animatronic suit he just pulled you out of. Realization washes over you. The metal bars that form the skeleton of the suit are clamped down, spring locks in place, piercing nothing in the space that would now hold your corpse, if William hadn’t acted quickly and pulled you out in time. Turning back to face him, the look of absolute rapture in William’s face shouldn’t surprise you. He’s getting off on this, on the fact that you both almost died at the hands of a machine he created.

William grips the back of your head and shoves your face into his crotch. You instinctively sheath his tip and he presses you down, down his shaft, till your nose is crushed to his pubic hair and your lungs are screaming for air. William tugs you up and off his cock to force you back down just as quickly. He bucks into your throat at a sloppy, impatient pace that tells you he’s so close it hurts. You brace yourself to keep from gagging as ropes of semen jet down your throat in thick streams. The muscles caging William’s cock contort as you choke on his cum, a frothy mess of bubbles spraying down your chin as you sputter and retch all over his bush.

William tells you later that he’s never come so hard in his life. After that day, he informs you that the only way you’re allowed to come is if you let him eat you out in a suit that could kill you both. William insists on stuffing you in one of his spring lock suits and eating you out. Knowing you’ll come so hard you might activate the spring locks again is a delicious gamble William is willing to make. From now on, he’s trying to activate the mechanisms that could end both your lives. By now, you’re completely aware how fundamentally sick of a man William Afton truly is…but you must be sicker. Because every time William straps you into that death machine, you come in his mouth like a bitch in heat. And it didn’t take long for that high to become an addiction…a craving you and William share uniquely together…a need to fuck on the very edge of death itself…

[whateverloomis]

Zoe Maxwell

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Working on requests 💖

[whateverloomis]

Google is going to start scraping all of their platforms to use for AI training. So, here are some alternatives for common Google tools!

Google Chrome -> Firefox

If you’re on tumblr, you’ve probably already been told this a thousand times. But FireFox is an open-source browser which is safe, fast and secure. Basically all other browsers are Chrome reskins. Try Firefox Profilemaker, Arkenfox and Librewolf! Alternatively, vanilla Firefox is alright, but get Ublock Origin, turn off pocket, and get Tabliss.

Google Search -> DuckDuckGo

DuckDuckGo very rarely tracks or stores your browsing data (though they have only been known to sell this info to Microsoft). Don’t use their browser; only their search engine. Domain visits in their browser get shared. Alternatively, you can also use Ecosia, which is a safe search engine that uses its income to plant trees! 🌲

Google Reverse Image Search -> Tineye

Tineye uses image identification tech rather than keywords, metadata or watermarks to find you the source of your image!

Gmail -> ProtonMail

All data stored on ProtonMail is encrypted, and it boasts self-destructing emails, text search, and a commitment to user privacy. Tutanota is also a good alternative!

Google Docs -> LibreOffice

LibreOffice is free and open-source software, which includes functions like writing, spreadsheets, presentations, graphics, formula editing and more.

Google Translate -> DeepL

DeepL is notable for its accuracy of translation, and is much better that Google Translate in this regard. It does cost money for unlimited usage, but it will let you translate 500,000 characters per month for free. If this is a dealbreaker, consider checking out the iTranslate app.

Google Forms -> ClickUp

ClickUp comes with a built-in form view, and also has a documents feature, which could make it a good option to take out two birds with one stone.

Google Drive -> Mega

Mega offers a better encryption method than Google Drive, which means it’s more secure.

YouTube -> PeerTube

YouTube is the most difficult to account for, because it has a functional monopoly on long-form video-sharing. That being said, PeerTube is open-source and decentralized. The Internet Archive also has a video section!

However, if you still want access to YouTube’s library, check out NewPipe and LibreTube! NewPipe scrapes YouTube’s API so you can watch YouTube videos without Google collecting your info. LibreTube does the same thing, but instead of using YouTube servers, it uses piped servers, so Google doesn’t even get your IP address. Both of these are free, don’t require sign-ins, and are open source!

Please feel free to drop your favorite alternatives to Google-owned products, too! And, if this topic interests you, consider checking out Glaze as well! It alters your artwork and photos so that it’s more difficult to use to train AI with! ⭐️

[whateverloomis]

Idk why I hadn't come across this gem before. This is so sweet and hot at the same time! As an nb person, I feel included and so good with this fic 🫶🏼

“Where’s my baby on the gender spectrum tonight?” His sweet eyes meet yours. — I just about lost it when I read that line omffgg, so freaking delicious!

Thank you for this very personal and intimate work 🫶🏼🥂

Right Here, Right Now

Summary: You wake up Joel in the middle of the night for a quickie. Nonbinary, genderfluid afab reader.

CW: MDNI 18+ only. Sex. Nonbinary, genderfluid afab reader. No gender-based anatomical references. No pronouns. One use of “her” to describe what reader is not. “Chest” is used as a gender-neutral anatomical term to reference the general area of the body; not to signal the identity of the reader. Mild body dysmorphia that Joel respects and works around. Lots of tender loving support from Joel for reader’s identity.

A/N: I haven’t felt at home in my body since I was 10. I’ve never told anyone before, that I’m nonbinary and genderfluid, because I’ve been bullied enough for being bi/pan to last a lifetime. But I’m tired of shrinking myself to be more palatable and less likely to be harassed. This is my first fic representing my full self; the parts of me that I keep from the world. Please let me know if I need to add any tags, or if anything in here makes my fellow nonbinary/genderfluid readers uncomfortable. I know we all feel a little differently about these things, but I want to accommodate where I can.

Word count: 1300

“Shit, Joel. I need you to fuck me so hard, right now,” you practically whined as you shook Joel awake.

He rolled over towards you with a sleepy, groggy half-smile. He opens one eye to look at you. “Good morning to you too.” He looked past you and saw “3:24AM” on the alarm clock.

He reaches out and cups your face. His thumb brushes your cheek. “You know, we usually sleep in on Saturdays,” he teases.

He moves to get on top of you, while you scoot down to lay flat beneath him, fuckin stoked that he’s so willing to fuck you in the middle of the night. His hand comes up to rest on the crown of your head as he settles his weight on top of you. The pressure of his body on yours satiates you; calming your need for him to be close; closer. If only he could crawl inside you and stay there.

“Where’s my baby on the gender spectrum tonight?” His sweet eyes meet yours.

“Umm…” you think. “In the middle. Just sorta blank. Definitely not her.”

His hand comes down to your chin. His thumb swipes the plush of your bottom lip. “Pronouns today? Or none?”

Your breathing deepens beneath his tender, barely-there touch. His support of you, makes you relax further into the bed. “None.”

Your breath hitches as his hand wanders down and wraps around your throat. Holding you steady. No pressure but the weight of his hand. Then a little squeeze; just enough to get you light-headed. “Is ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’ okay?”

You nod, taking in a shaky breath when he releases his hold; nerves on fire; ready to go. But Joel was so attentive to your needs, your desires. You could stand to wait a minute more. Maybe.

“Tell me your colors.” His voice is steady. Assured. Gentle.

“Green is go. Yellow is maybe. Red is a hard no.”

“Well done sweetheart. Now show me your colors.”

You close your eyes and scan your body for a second, before replying. Joel sits up just enough to make room for your hands between your bodies.

Your hands hover at the top of your chest, near your collarbones. “Green.” Then your nipples. “yellow.”

Joel winks. “A challenge- I like it.” You playfully smack him on the arm. “You perv. You love my nipples.” He chuckles and shrugs. “Guilty. Have you seen them? Goddamn.” He dips his head down and takes one in his mouth; sucking and stretching it to its limit, before popping off, making you groan. His touch goes through you like lightning.

You refocus and point to the side of the swell of your chest. “Green.” Then the underswell. “Red. Really red.” Joel nods. “So no cupping?” You bite your lip. “Yeah.” “Okay. That’s perfectly okay, baby.”

Joel watches as your hand moves down your torso; stopping between your thighs. “Green. Like- neon green.”

Joel chuckles at your enthusiasm, then lowers back down onto you as you return your hand to your side. “Thank you sweetheart.” His hand comes up to your upper chest. “What would you like this part of you called?”

“Chest.” He moves his hand to one of your nipples. “And here?” His thumb lightly twirls around it. Your cheeks warm. “nipple.” Then his hand wanders between your thighs. “And here?” Palming you and giving a soft little rub to the nerves at the top. You think for a second. “Softness. Or warmth... Or… inside?” you query.

Joel smiles again. “Mm ‘inside’ is new. I like it.” He kisses you; slow and sensual. Taking his time. Mapping out your mouth with his tongue and teeth. When you want to take it further, Joel pulls away. “Is there anything else you want me to know, or any words I should or shouldn’t use?”

You shake your head.

“You tell me if anything changes. Your colors, or anything else. Yes?” He confirms. You nod once more.

Joel reaches across the bed and grabs his phone. About twenty seconds later, your bedroom playlist begins. The music melts your bones. Relaxes you deeply.

Joel’s hands cup around the upper part of your chest, just below your collarbones. His lips kissing a trail from nipple to nipple. Sucking each one in his mouth. Rolling the buds one by one on the back of his teeth with his tongue. God the way he plays with them makes you die a thousand deaths; each one better than the last. The nerves he triggers, light up like a Christmas tree; shooting sparks through your body, and down between your thighs. You wiggle and writhe beneath him as he opens you up; warming up your body like an engine on a cold morning. Noticing every little change in you.

When he feels your legs struggle to move, he lifts his hips a little. Your legs break free and wrap around his waist; digging your heels into his lower back as you grind your hips up into his; desperate for the friction that only he can give.

Joel takes your cue and thumbs over your nipples. “Such a needy little thing. So ready for me, huh?” His eyes sparkle at you. “Can’t even make it through a little foreplay?” His hips thrust against your warmth; his thick, hard cock relieving your ache; making your softness sing. “Fuckkkk Joel.” Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and pull him even closer. Your fingers tug hard on his hair. “Just fuck me already.”

A sweet smugness colors his face as he concedes; taking off his boxers and lining his cock up between your legs. Slipping into your wetness and spreading it around.

“I got a feelin you’re coming fast tonight. That what you want?” He asks as he glides inside you. Grin widening as he watches you come undone beneath him. “Yessss,” you breathe; all focus lost to anything but his heavy, huge presence inside you. “Hard and fast. Gimme your worst.”

His right hand glides under your neck and holds you steady, with your head still on the pillow. His other hand grips your hip for added leverage.

“As you wish.”

And then it’s like he’s a race horse slamming out of the gate. Speeding from zero to 60 in seconds. You’re full, so full. His balls slapping against you; dick crammed to the hilt over and over inside you. Every nerve he touches, lights aflame. Your body blazes in heat; you feel more alive than you have in months.

“God, yes... Yes Joel just like that,” you beg; plead; as he pounds into you with relentless force.

“All for you baby. All yours.” He promises. “Every last inch.”

“Oh fuck,” you bite, as his fucks you harder. Body shaking with every slam of his hips into yours. Your head would have hit the headboard by now if he hadn’t anchored you down with his powerful hands.

You body squeezes around his cock with increasing intensity, aroused so beyond capacity, that you feel your orgasm barreling towards you already.

“Joel, I’m-”

“I know,” he soothes; keeping his punishing pace; latching onto your nipples as you explode into a million pieces; your entire existence floating above you in the air. An orgasm so intense, it could only be described as a bomb. Your ears ring. Your legs go numb. Your softness squeezing the orgasm right out of Joel as you reel in suspended ecstasy. Your breath runs away from you; lungs heaving like you sprinted a mile. As he comes down from his high, Joel’s hand finds one of yours and holds it tight. He brings them up to his mouth and drops kisses from your fingers to your elbow.

Nothing but the smell of sex, and the sounds of your synched labored breaths fill the room. Joel collapses by your side and pulls you in. Tucking your head onto his shoulder; his arm wrapped around your back; hand settling on your waist. His damp chest still coming back down. He kisses your forehead. “I love you baby. Thank you for waking me up.”

Your loose, limp bones settle deep into the bed; into his side. You trace hearts around his nipples, and over his heart. He takes your hand in his once more, and holds it on his chest.

“Thank you for the orgasm,” you purr.

Joel yawns and stretches out. “Any time.”

A little while later, you fall asleep to the sweet sound of Joel’s sleeping breaths.

[whateverloomis]

That old man should be grunting and sweating on top of me right now what the fuck

[whateverloomis]

Give me landlord!Billy Loomis. Right. Now.