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spacehondacivic · 1 year

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triathlon hotch >>>

idk why the quality turned to shit :(

#aaron hotchner #i love him so much #idc he’s 60 #criminal minds #if kill people why hot?#bc it’s legal 👀#thomas gibson #aaron hotch x reader

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catboygretzky · 1 month

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Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

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👑 girlbossriko follow

how many bro jobs do you think it took before riko moriyama and kevin day realized that uh.....maybe this wasn't just a bro thing

👢exyinaphonebooth follow

how many times do they have to come out and say they're like brothers before you freakos stop shipping them

👑 girlbossriko follow

????? do i know u

#it's a tumblr post about two exy players that you'lll never meet in your life it really isn't that deep

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💃fox-me-up follow

ngl that newest fox is kinda 👀

#psu lb #exy lb

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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

The NARRATIVE that kevin day and neil josten have........son of exy! scouting the rookie-est of rookies from fuck knows arizona........no listen you dont GET IT winning is EVERYTHING TO KEVIN and he would risk it on the foxes? And NEIL? who has only played exy for a year! NEIL Gets his attention!!!!! And hes good and he's getting better every game and he keeps bitching about kevin's ex on live tv BUT WAIT!???? NOT QUITE WHAT YOU EXPECT! Bc then neil shows up with a number on his cheek BECAUSE WELL it turns out they've known each other since they were KIDS! how is everyone not insane w me THEY'RE LITERALLY PERFECT

#where r my fellow njkd truthers #how r u all not here with me this isnt even the start #kevneil #210 #psu #njkd

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☀️ usctrojanny

every smiley blonde striker (jeremy knox) needs a brunette wet cat emotional support backliner (jean moreau)

#jerejean #usc trojans #i'm just saying 🤷‍♀️

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👸🏻 kevindazed follow

did he just......

👸🏻 kevindazed follow

guys please tell me i'm not insane

👸🏻 kevindazed follow

HE'S NEVER BEEN????? SKIIING???? KEVIN WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ?????? KEVIN PLEASE

#i i'm going insane i will literally die if someone doesn't explain this to me HE'S NEVER BEEN SKIING?!!!!

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🧚 goalie-stan

oh....i'm feeling so weak......it'd sure be nice to have a big strong goalie (renee walker) hold me up (renee if you're free on tuesday i am also free on tuesday.........on tuesday this tuesday, any tuesday?)

#literally passing out just thinking about her holding me don't call don't text i'm busy

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🌄 softkevinday follow

do u think if u offered kevin day essential oils to heal his hand he'd beat you to death

#it'd be hard for him bc he only has one hand but he could probably do it #legally this is a joke don't do this

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🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

feeling normal

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📜 realexyblog

actually exy rpf is fine, i asked kayleigh day herself and she told me it was fine

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🐋 sexyexy

'exy is a stupid name for a sport' have you considered that a) i don't care and b) it's named that solely so i can make sex jokes about it

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🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

is he, ya know *mimes jerking off* an ncaa exy player

#i don't believe that straight exy players exist

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🙈 ittybittyminny follow

Andrew Minyard!!!!!!! 🥰🥰 short king!!!!🤏🤏😋😋 Awwwwwwww the scrunkly!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗 My boinky boy!!!!!🥺🥺 Crinkly doo,,,,shronkle scrimblo......🥺🥺🥺 rb if you'd scrunkle!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

📖 sapphic-exy follow

he literally killed someone

🙈 ittybittyminny follow

And? God forbid women do anything

#also no proof he did that #yeah there's proof his twin bro killed someone but that's not the same bc theyre different people #almost killing someone doesnt count

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🐦‍⬛ edgarallenexy

got told i'm problematic for liking the ravens? THAT'S LITERALLY MY SCHOOL OH MY GOD

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🌸 softexy

Kevin Day - A Study

#kevin day #psu foxes #palmetto foxes #exy #web weave #poetry #psu foxes #palmetto #edgar allen

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#i'm not taking criticism bc i am on sportsblr and this is literally what it's like #all for the game #neil josten #kevin day #andrew minyard #renee walker #jeremy knox #jean moreau #aftg #the foxhole court #jerejean #kevneil #the web weave is the most accurate part of this post #exyblr #riko moriyama

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itgetsdark-x · 1 year

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ok but pre-outbreak Joel gets a cute young new neighbour and she’s a camgirl (pretending it’s more modern day and the technology exists lol) but he doesn’t know and one day she asked him for help with fixing something so he actually sees the inside of her house. And then later on, at night he’s trying to find something good 👀 for happy Joel time (bc his cute neighbour in her way too short shorts got him a lil hot and bothered) he comes across her doing a live cam show and he’s like “oh shit.. I know that room. And that ass..) and he realises it’s her and he just has to join in and see what’s going on and it just gets smutty.

And in the end he somehow reveals it’s him in a discreet non creepy way and she’s like yeah i know *wink wink* just really flirty and stuff! There could even be another part eventually where they actually get together and smuuuut!

This idea has been in my head the last few days but I’m not a good writer.. and you’re such a good smut writer 😭😭

A/N: oh my sweet anon, I am so sorry this took so long!! I may or may not have got carried away with this and rolled it all into one piece… so have this monstrous 7.1k word oneshot 🥹

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!! fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!), use of the word daddy, implied age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age!), probs more I’ve missed. It’s just porn tbh people!

Word Count: 7.1k

Characters: Joel Miller x Cam Girl!Reader (f)

You waved sweetly, blew a kiss to your laptop screen and ended the stream after saying a final goodbye to your viewers. You closed down your laptop and reached behind you, on your bed to grab your T-shirt and shorts. You stood up from your spot on your bed, stretched your back with a groan and threw your baggy T-shirt on over your naked torso and shimmied your tight gym shorts over your bare legs.

You had moved back to Austin a few months ago with your parents, things had ended badly with a previous partner and it meant moving back to the city to be closer to them. Your parents majorly helped you out, hence why you were able to afford the comfy house you lived in, deep in the suburbs.

Your house was next to Joel Miller’s, he was a devoted single father to his daughter, Sarah, who was in her mid-teens. You would sometimes look after Sarah if her sitter ever cancelled last minute and you loved it, it was like having a little sister, she would often come round and ask for advice on clothes, boys and sometimes, homework, when she trusted you enough to know the subject.

You kept a fair distance from her dad, he was a handsome male in his late forties, potentially pushing older and sure, you thought he was super handsome but it wasn’t a line you particularly wanted to cross due to the implications and mess if you did, so you stuck to yourself besides your interactions with Sarah.

To help pay your rent and keep food on your table, you had a part-time job at a local store but the main source of your income came from your online presence. You performed on an adult-only cam site and offered subscriptions for your content. You had somewhat gained traction on the site and it left you living fairly comfortably, especially with your parents help. No one around you in your day-to-day life knew about your online presence and you preferred to keep it that way, it was the twenty-first century and sure your parents may have understood, you just preferred to not talk about it with them.

You walked downstairs, your makeup was still on but you had pulled your hair up away from your face. You had gone to get a snack after a two-hour long show, you had given your midday viewers a special treat as you normally only performed in the evenings / later at night as that’s when the money seemed to roll in easier. You ate a bagel with cream cheese and sighed to yourself as you scrolled through your phone, you clocked the time and noticed you had four hours or so until you had an evening stream booked. You needed a hot bath to clean yourself up after this afternoon’s one and a nap also sounded amazing.

With that in mind, you wandered back upstairs and switched your taps on in your en-suite and awaited the water to warm up. You waited five minutes and the water was still icy cold, you rolled your eyes and pulled your clothes back on.

“Fucks sake.” You huffed angrily and stomped downstairs to pop next door.

Joel was a contractor and all-round handyman, sure he wasn’t a plumber but he would most definitely have a better idea of what was going on and he would most likely be able to fix it. You walked down the driveway of your house to head to Joel’s; the cool summer breeze pricked your skin, goosebumps rose on your arms and legs and your nipples hardened under the white fabric of your T-shirt.

You brought your hand up and knocked on the door once, you looked down at your appearance and suddenly felt self-conscious, you pulled your arms across your chest to cover your nipples and shifted on the spot as you awaited someone to answer the door.

“Oh, hi darlin’.” Joel said, smiling through his confusion as to why you were here and knocking on his door. “Sarah is at a friend’s for the night, she’s been beggin’ me to let her have a sleepover so I gave in. Were you looking for her?” He asked softly.

You tracked his eyes, they started from your flip-flop clad feet and followed the shapely lines of your bare legs before they hungrily raked over your torso and found their way back to your own eyes. You swallowed roughly and pulled your arms tighter around yourself.

“Uh, I was actually looking for you…” you started. “I’ve got somewhere to be in a few hours and I need a bath, my taps aren’t running hot. I was wonderin’ whether you could come over and take a look?” You asked nervously.

“Oh sure! It’ll probably be a simple fix, let me grab my tools from the truck and I’ll be right over.” He smiled and closed his door behind him.

He grabbed his toolkit from the back of the truck and ushered for you to lead the way back to your house. Joel watched as your hips swayed as you walked, the stretchy fabric of your gym shorts clung to your hips, ass and thighs perfectly. They rode up your behind in the most teasing way and Joel mentally cursed himself for imagining what laid underneath the material.

“Hot date tonight then?” Joel asked innocently as you walked him up your stairs.

“Ha. Yeah. Something like that.” You laughed awkwardly, god if only he knew.

You opened your bedroom door to Joel and let him walk into your room. “Yeah, just through that door. I’m useless with this sorta stuff and normally I would call my dad but he’s at work and I noticed your truck in the driveway…” you mumbled and stood in your bedroom awkwardly.

You looked around your room, just scanning the area to ensure you hadn’t left any of your toys out from your stream and you felt your cheeks immediately glow when you noticed your vibrator sitting by your pillow.

Joel was humming as he took your bath panel off to inspect the plumbing work under the ceramic and you took the opportunity to push the vibe just under your pillow. You went over to the bathroom and leant on the door frame; you couldn’t help but admire the older male’s biceps as they flexed as he toyed with the temperature valve under the bath. He fiddled around for fifteen minutes or so until the water ran hot, the water immediately steaming in the air.

You grinned at him as he called out ‘gotcha’. “Joel! You’re a hero, thank you! I owe you a pack of beers, I’ll get them over to you at some point this week, I promise.” You enthused and clapped your hands.

Joel sat up from his position, clicked your bath panel back in place and switched the taps off. He looked at you and dusted his hands off on his jeans, as you clapped he couldn’t help but notice the way your breasts squeezed together under your shirt. He could clearly see that you weren’t wearing any underwear, your nipple’s colour showed through your white T-shirt and he felt his cock twitch in his boxers at the sight.

“Don’t be silly, darlin’. I’m just happy to help out a neighbour in need. Plus you look out for Sarah, I owe you a lot more than sorting out a couple valves under your tub.” He laughed and threw his spanner back into his tool bag.

“I love Sarah! She’s like a little sister to me, I just hope I’m not a bad influence on her!” You giggled and watched as Joel packed up his tools.

“You a bad influence? I doubt that very much, sweetheart.” He smiled softly and you let him pass you back into your room. He looked around your room and admired your decorations. “I like what you’ve done in here, looks real nice. You do this yourself?” He asked and toyed with the material of the canopy that hung above your double bed.

You nodded proudly. “Yeah, well, my dad helped me a little but I always get impatient and end up doing it myself just so it’s done.” You chuckled and he looked around before clapping his hands awkwardly once.

“I should uh, let you have your bath in peace. Unless you need anything else from me?” Joel asked causing your eyebrows to rise in shock. “No! I meant um, sorry darlin’! Didn’t mean to sound so dirty with that suggestion, I mean do you have anything else that needs to looking at around your house?” He corrected himself and you laughed softly at him.

“Oh, of course you didn’t.” You mumbled, an edge of disappointment lacing your voice. “Well, my facets and pipes under the sink, downstairs are a little loose and leaky. If you wouldn’t mind tightening them, I would be really grateful.” You smiled softly and after Joel gave you a nod, you lead him downstairs into your kitchen.

You bent down to move your cleaning supplies out of the way and Joel swore his heart almost stopped, he could clearly see the outline of your ass and your privates as the lycra clung to every one of your curves. You stepped back and let Joel work again.

“Joel, can I please be really rude and excuse myself to go and take that bath? I need to clean up before I’m needed elsewhere. I really appreciate your help with this all and please feel free to let yourself out. I’ll pop by tomorrow with some beers!” You said sweetly.

“No worries at all, I won’t be long at all, sweetheart. Please don’t worry about the beers, it’s my pleasure. Honestly.” Joel spoke from under the sink as you left the kitchen to go back to your en suite.

Joel continued to work on your kitchen sink, it was a short job and he was soon finished. He heard the water stop running upstairs and once again, he scolded himself for letting his filthy thoughts run away from him. He imagined your body slipping into soapy water, the bubbles clinging to your breasts, your perky nipples inviting him to suck them into his mouth and your perfectly round ass glistening with the soapy water. He groaned to himself as he picked up his toolkit to leave, he briefly palmed his half-hard cock in his jeans and he was feeling so thankful that he had the house to himself that evening.

Whilst in the bath, you laid back into the enticing warm water and you let your thoughts run away from you. You imagined how Joel’s calloused fingers would feel buried deep in you, working your pussy closer to orgasming. You imagined how it would feel to be embraced by him before he pushed his dick deep into you until you were crying for him to stop. You physically shook your head and swallowed thickly, that right there, those thoughts, that’s exactly why you tried to keep your distance from the older male. He got under your skin and lit a fire deep in the pits of your belly. Silently, you were appreciative that you were so worked up because you knew it meant you would be giving your viewers a great show tonight.

The time soon came for you to start your live stream; you were wearing a lacy pink bra and matching panties; the bra had crisscross straps across your cleavage and your nipples showed through the sheer material.

“Evening guys,” you purred and gave a wave to your viewers. Whenever you streamed you work a masquerade mask to hide your identity and you always put a voice on; it was similar to your own but a little bit lower and more sultry. “How’s everyone’s day going today? I know I’m super excited to be here tonight.” You whined as your fingers toyed with your hardening nipples.

Your set up was simple, you usually sat on your bed at the beginning of streams before moving into all crude positions for your viewers; their comments and tips egging you to go further.

Comments started to flood in and it didn’t take long for you to lose your bra; you kept your panties and stockings on as the garment you chose for tonight was crotchless which mean you could toy with yourself without losing the sexy underwear.

You were laid back, your back was arched off the bed as you plunged your rabbit vibrator in and out, your thoughts swam with Joel and imagining it was him pleasuring you. Small moans tumbled from your lips as the noise of comments and monetary tips filled the room.

You were getting closer to having an orgasm and you didn’t know how long you could hold off for. Normally, when streaming, you would fake it a lot since it was a lot of effort to have orgasm after orgasm, especially for hours at a time; by now you had perfected the faking of one but not tonight. Your fingers pinched at your nipples and you shuddered on your toy as you worked yourself through it. You removed the toy and brought it up to your bare lips, you sucked it into your mouth and moaned.

“Wow, thank you Sunset331 for the $100 tip. I’ll be sure to send a picture your way after the stream.” You purred.

*Handyman47 Entered the Chat*

“Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” You called out and turned so the camera had a perfect view of your exposed ass and vagina. You pushed the toy back into yourself and whimpered at your overstimulation as you got right back into the quick rhythm.

—

Joel was frustrated, sexually and emotionally. He needed to relieve some of the stress that had built up this afternoon. He had always found you tempting and attractive but tried his hardest to ignore you whenever you came round. But there you were today, all perfect and tight, he was blinded by his arousal.

He laid back on his bed, his back pushed up against his pillows as he got his laptop out and started Googling adult-only sites that could help him along the way. He stumbled across a streaming site he hadn’t seen before, it looked decent enough so he quickly made an account and clicked onto one of the first streams he saw the thumbnail for.

The actress looked attractive enough for him to take the edge off and he thought somewhere in the back of his mind, that the body on his screen looked similar to yours but he pushed that sinister thought away and assumed it was because you had frustrated him so much earlier that day.

Then he heard the voice from his laptop, “Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” It clicked instantly in his brain, his eyes scanned the background of the room and he swallowed thickly.

Joel couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his hand, he was already stroking himself and then he happened to stumble across you. He watched on as the toy disappeared into your hungry heat and would come out covered in your arousal, he groaned loudly from the back of his throat as his thumb swiped over his cock head and lubricated his length with his own pre-cum.

He knew he should close his laptop down and go and take a cool shower but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of his laptop screen, he looked out his window and could see yours; your curtains were drawn and there was a charming pink glow coming from behind them. Just like in your stream. He was so close to you, yet you had no idea just what he was doing a mere distance away from you or how crazy you drove him.

—

“Oh yeah, just like that daddy. Please don’t stop. Yeah.” You moaned, you had switched positions again. You were on your back and your sticky privates showed directly to the camera. Your juices were creamy and thick as you continued to push your toy into your hole. “Hmm, I think I should change to something bigger. I need a real man to come here and fill me up.” You purred and sat up to read the comments.

Handyman47: I volunteer, darlin’.

Sunset331: on my way, need u so bad

Jungleboy87: show us that needy pussy again. pls

You giggled as you read the comments, your tits hung in front of the camera as you did so but one caught your eye. Handyman47, surely it was a coincidence, no? Joel was around that age, that was his job and the fact he called you darling. Your throat went dry as you pondered the possibility of it being the older man from across the road.

You pushed that thought aside and grabbed your dildo off your bedside table; it was hot pink and a thick 10” in length, your biggest one to date.

“What do you think, guys? Do you reckon I can make it fit in my little hole?” You purred and ran it through your wet folds.

You pressed the tip of the toy into your hole and whimpered at the immediate stretch, slowly, you plunged it into yourself. The stretch of the toy stung and you closed yours eyes, imagining it was Joel filling you out like that.

Comments of encouragement flooded the chat once again and you smiled devilishly as you pulled the toy out to switch your position. You lifted the prop from the floor, it was a large piece of plastic that you used specifically for streaming, it allowed you to suction your toy to it and it meant you could ride it with ease.

“Oh fuck, daddy. You’re so big. Dunno if I can take it all like this.” You whimpered, straddling the toy and slowly pushing yourself down onto it.

You rode your toy, the pleasure already building up in your body and you clenched around it weakly as your thighs burned with the effort.

Joel watched on, his eyes fixated on his screen; he saw the way your tight pussy stretched around the toy and he pumped his cock enthusiastically with each rise and fall of your body. His tip was leaking pre-cum and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was cumming into his palm over the sight of you fucking yourself.

“Gonna squirt all over your cock.” You shuddered and you meant it, it was how you ended your shows normally; one final blow out for the fans.

Your hand fumbled beside you as it reached for your bullet vibrator. You brought it to your clit and almost immediately you felt your orgasm come crashing through you, your hips faltered as your ground down onto the toy below you. You rose as your felt yourself gush around it, your juices splashed onto the toy and you couldn’t help the way your eyes screwed shut and a loud, shaky moan fell from your lips.

“Fuck, Joel.” You whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He heard it. That was his name. Surely not. Joel watched as you continued to squirt, his cock throbbed and with one final pass of his hand, he came hard. Your name fell from his lips with a groan, he kept hearing the way you whimpered his name as you came on your toy over and over in his head and it made his spent dick jump as he milked himself of every last drop.

You shuddered as you removed the toy fully from yourself and discarded your bullet to the side of you after turning it off.

“Wow guys, I’ve made a massive mess here.” You giggled and slapped your sopping wet core once, the wetness apparent as your fingers tapped lightly.

Comments of appreciation were flooding through your chat and you grinned as you read each one.

“Thank you sooo much for tuning in guys, I won’t be streaming tomorrow but I’ll be back the day after. Thank you all so much for the support. I love you.” You cooed sweetly and blew a kiss to the camera before shutting the stream down to clean up after yourself.

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You had slept soundly after last night’s stream; it was a busy one. All morning, whilst trying to do some admin work, all you could think of was that one username that stuck out to you… Handyman47. You were sure it just had to be a sick coincidence, your thoughts were clouded by lust in the moment and of course it wasn’t Joel. Why would he watch your stream? He didn’t find you attractive, that would just be ridiculous. That’s what you told yourself, anyway.

You finished up your work for the morning and decided to pop out to the store, to buy the beer you had promised Joel. It was a warm day so you dressed yourself in a sunflower-yellow sundress and flip flops, your hair was tied up messily.

Once you arrived home from the store, you parked your car up and made your way over to Joel’s house to give him the cool beers. It was a small gesture to say thank-you for the help, even if he insisted that he didn’t want them, it was the polite thing to do and you were raised with manners.

You raised your arm and placed a quick knock to the door, you were half-expecting to see Sarah’s gorgeous locks but instead you were met with Joel.

“No Sarah again?” You asked.

“She uh, she wanted to stay another night at her friend’s and well, you know how the kid is, how could I say no?! You disappointed to see me again, darlin’?” Joel joked with a smirk, although, oddly, he barely made eye contact with you.

You shrugged. “Eh, not quite my girl but you’ll do.” You joked and held the beers out for Joel. “Plus, she can’t exactly drink these. Not for a couple years anyway.” You winked.

“Or ever.” Joel replied dryly, catching your eyes this time. He took the pack of beers from you with a smile. “I’m tellin’ ya, you didn’t need to do this for me! It was a small favour. How ‘bout you come on in, we can crack open a beer together?” Joel asked, opening his door wider for you to step in.

“Oh I wouldn’t wanna impose, I bought them for you to enjoy. Don’t feel like you have to share!” You smiled.

Joel shook his head and gently took your wrist, to pull you inside. “Nonsense. You look like you’ve had a busy mornin’ and could do with a beer. Go ahead and make yourself comfy in the lounge, I’ll put these in the fridge and grab a couple.”

You obliged albeit reluctantly, you didn’t mind spending time with Joel but he drove you mad; just being in a close proximity to him like this drove you insane, you couldn’t act on what you wanted and it was torture. You sat down on the couch, crossed your legs and smoothed your dress down, the hem rested comfortably on your upper thigh, just teasing with a glimpse of your forbidden skin.

Joel entered the room and gave you a bottle of beer, you shot him a small thank you before taking a sip. He sat opposite you in his arm chair and let his legs sprawl out widely; he was wearing shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt, the material hugging his biceps deliciously.

“How was your hot date last night?” Joel enquired innocently, pretending he didn’t know what you had been up to. “I’m sure I could hear you screamin’ from here.” He teased.

You laughed dryly and shot him a deathly glare which only made him chuckle. “Wasn’t a hot date, I was actually um, I was working.” You mumbled and stared into the neck of your bottle before drinking some more.

“That time of night? I thought you worked at that fancy little store in the city?” Joel asked, probing you further. He was treading on thin ice, either you were going to open up about what you were doing or you were going to lie through your teeth. He noticed the way you switched your legs over and shifted awkwardly in your seat.

“I uh — I have an extra job.” You shrugged, keeping your cards close to your chest. Joel had never really spent this much alone time with you, especially not to ask you this many questions. “How’s work going for you, a lot of jobs on at the moment?” You asked just trying to deflect the attention away from your work.

“Nope, you’ve got me intrigued, darlin’. What were you doing? What’s this extra job?”

You cringed, you placed your bottle on the table and hid your face behind your palms. “I — I model and perform on an adult-only site; I do live shows of porn, basically.” You admitted, your cheeks were glowing under your hands.

Joel watched as you hid your face, he bit back a smirk and watched as your embarrassment poured from you; it was wrong to admit, but it turned him on, to see you all embarrassed and flustered.

“Oh yeah, I know the ones.” Joel said casually, taking another drink with a shrug.

You peered through your fingers and your mind shot back to the username. Surely it wasn’t him. No.

“You, Joel Miller, are telling me you’re one of those creeps on the site?” You asked, raising an eyebrow up at him.

“Wouldn’t say I was a creep.” He stated bluntly. “I have needs darlin’, especially when my neighbour drives me mad all afternoon dressed in tight shorts or a sexy little dress.” His eyebrow was cocked upwards, testing the water to see exactly how you would react.

You put your hands on your lap, your mouth fell agape and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat again.

“Oh. I. Um. You?” You mumbled incoherently, your brain not working quickly enough to form an intelligible sentence which caused Joel to laugh. “You — you see anything on those sites of interest?” You asked quietly, your hands smoothing the fabric of your dress more out of nerves than to adjust the garment.

“Saw a nice little show last night…” Joel said quietly, he stood from his seat; you could see the vague outline of his thickening cock in his shorts and your privates throbbed. “Thought I recognised the room…” he said, sitting down next to you. “But then I thought, no, it couldn’t be that good little girl that lives next to me. Not with the way she was performing, doing such a good job at taking in her toys.”

Joel was closing the space next to you, you could feel the weight of his body next to you and his fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. It was a tender movement and it made you shiver physically under his touch. You avoided making eye contact with him, you were sure this was just a joke and he was teasing you for your extracurricular job.

“Look at me.” Joel demanded, his lips were by your ear now, they just ghosted over the area and you shook your head. “Look. At. Me.” Joel said more sternly and his voice was dropped impossibly low.

His hand held your bare knee, his fingers teasing to travel just under your dress and you finally bared to look at him. Your eyes were wide in shock, your chest heaved slightly with your more laboured breaths and small beads of sweat collected on your neck.

“It was you…” you whispered to which Joel just smirked. “Son of a bitch. You’re a dirty old man, Mr Miller.” You teased, still feeling nervous under his watchful gaze and touch.

“Is that why you whimpered out my name as you squirted on your toy? Cause I’m a dirty old man?” Joel asked, his voice dripping with sheer confidence.

“I — no I didn’t.” You huffed.

Joel squeezed the delicate skin of your thigh and you made a pathetic noise from the back of your throat before you tried to swallow it back.

“I heard it.” Joel said smugly. “God, made me cum so hard on myself to hear you calling out my name.” He groaned, thinking back to his activities from last night.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call out your name, I didn’t think anyone heard me. Please don’t tell anyone about my extra job.” You whined as Joel’s hand slid up under your dress slightly, his fingers brushed past your clothed heat and your eyes dipped shut for a second.

“How about I show you how good I feel compared to those pieces of plastic.” Joel whispered.

“Please.” You breathed and bucked your hips upwards, searching for the feel of Joel’s fingers.

Joel silently got off the sofa, you wanted to whine and bring him back so you could feel his large frame next to you again. Before you could react, the older male was sinking to his knees in front of you and was holding your thighs firmly.

“Wanted to taste you from the day you moved in next door.” Joel stated and your cheeks flushed at his admission.

He pushed the fabric of your dress up, you took the hint and was quick to discard it to the side of you. Your breasts were freed from the fabric and Joel groaned deeply as he drank in your naked form. He held your thighs again and he pulled you forward so your panties were closer to his face which caused you to yelp.

“Look at you. Fuck.” Joel cursed as he let one of his fingers trail across the wet fabric of your panties. “You wet already for me? Thought you woulda got it outta your system last night.” Joel teased with a knowing smirk as your shuddered against his gentle touch.

“Are you gonna chat up my vagina all afternoon or are you gonna show me how much better you are than my toys?” You snapped with a bratty smile.

“I won’t give you anything if you talk to me like that. Now be a good girl and shut up for me, yeah?” Joel bit back, his voice full of condescension which admittedly, only fuelled your arousal further.

You rolled your eyes and just as you opened your mouth to argue back with the man, he pulled your panties to the side and let one of his fingers sink into your heat roughly. You threw your head back and your fingers gripped at the fabric of Joel’s t-shirt, the sudden action throwing you off.

Joel twisted his digit to curl it inside of you before he removed it again, causing you to whine angrily at him. You lifted your head to grumble but instead you were silenced as you locked eyes with him; he brought his wet finger to his lips and sucked it in with a soft moan. Your lips parted in silent shock as Joel sucked your arousal into his mouth, moaning like it was the finest food he had ever eaten.

“Taste so sweet, princess. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He groaned, finally removing your panties from your privates. As you lifted your hips to allow the man more access, he noticed how evident your arousal was, you were near dripping onto his sofa and his mouth watered. “I’m going to eat you out now and I won’t stop until you squirt right into my mouth, so how about you be a good girl and do that for me.” Joel said sternly.

You nodded dumbly; no man had ever spoken to you this way before, at least, no man you truly wanted. Without another word, Joel dipped his head down and licked a fat stripe up through your folds. You moaned softly, the noise was delicate and sincere, a complete contrast to how you sounded coming from his laptop screen last night. Your body shuddered against the sofa and your fingers had weaved their way into Joel’s salt and pepper hair; his soft locks entangled with your digits. You gently tugged at his hair causing the male to make a gruff noise into your folds, the vibrations rippled through you and you moaned again.

Joel sucked your clit into his mouth, the sensitive bud was already throbbing with the male’s previous efforts and as soon as his lips suctioned around it your back was arching off his sofa. The old couch creaked under your body as your contorted your back when Joel’s tongue flicked over your clit.

“Fuck me!” You cursed, one of your hands leaving Joel’s head to pathetically grip at the edge of the sofa for further stability.

“Later,” Joel mumbled into your wet pussy.

You let out a breathy chuckle; your head was swimming, your thighs were shaking with the pleasure as Joel continued to work his tongue expertly over your clit and occasionally to dip down into your hole. You felt your orgasm start to bubble lowly in the depths of your belly, just a gentle simmer as Joel licked at you like a man who had been starved.

As if he read your mind of wanting more, Joel brought two fingers up to your hole; he barely dipped them into you and you whimpered weakly. He pushed one finger in, just barely up to his knuckle before he withdrew it and licked over your clit again, the tip of his tongue flicking at it gently.

“Please.” You pleaded with a weak and shaking voice.

Joel looked up at you; his dark pupils were blown with lust and he smirked as he let both fingers push into you, again, barely going past his first knuckles. He twisted his fingers in you and pushed them in fully until the palm of his hand met your body. You let out a loud gasp as your eyes fluttered shut and like a perfectly-timed dance, Joel flicked his tongue across your clit once again.

“Fucking Christ, shit.” You cursed, your voice loud and sharp as Joel worked his fingers rhythmically into you.

Joel laughed softly against you as he plunged his fingers into you again and again. He wrapped his lips around your clit again and suckled at the bud softly as his fingers worked into you quickly. Your orgasm came crashing down, you barely had time to register it as Joel worked his fingers quicker, he curled them upwards and they bumped the spongy spot inside of you that had screams tumbling from your lips.

“G-gonna,” is all you managed to get out, the room was filled with your moans and the obscene wet noise of your arousal as Joel fingered you with fervour.

“That’s it,” Joel cooed. “Good girl, cum for me. Soak me, need it.” He moaned as he pulled his mouth off of your clit but kept his face near and he replaced it with his thumb.

The different sensation threw you off momentarily but it was too late and your orgasm ripped through your body, it drew a long moan from your throat; the noise was animalistic and raw and it echoed through the room. Joel removed his fingers and with that, you let go and whimpered as you gushed onto Joel’s face, he lapped up your juices and you shuddered through your orgasm. Joel watched as your pussy clenched and fluttered around air, the aftershocks of your orgasm evident as you writhed in your spot.

“Look at you.” He sighed happily, watching you still. “Even better than on the screen, so perfect, so beautiful.”

You blushed as his words and you weakly let go of his hair your legs were still quaking as he let go of them, you slumped against his sofa; completely unashamed of your naked state compared to Joel’s fully dressed one. He stood and the outline of his hard cock was evident in his light shorts, there was a darkened wet patch and your mouth watered at the thought he got that turned on by pleasuring you.

“Come here and taste yourself on me.” Joel breathed, taking your cheek to pull you in for a bruising kiss.

You held onto Joel’s arms as he kissed you, his tongue trailed over your bottom lip and greedily you sucked it into your mouth, urging him to explore every crevice of your mouth. You made a small noise of appreciation as your mouth was flooded with the taste of Joel mixed with the tang of your own arousal.

“Fuck me already. Please.” You breathed against Joel’s face, momentarily breaking the kiss.

“How do you wanna take me, darlin’?” He asked.

“However you wanna give it to me.” You retorted with a smirk.

“Get on your knees on the couch, stick your ass up for me and show me that pretty little cunt.” He growled lowly and you obliged happily, doing as he said.

You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the back of the sofa and you allowed Joel full access to yourself. You wiggled your ass as you heard Joel toss his shorts to the side haphazardly.

“All for me now, huh?” Joel asked, his hands mauled at the skin of your ass and spread your cheeks, he took his length and pressed the tip into your hole, before you knew it, it was gone again and he slapped it gently at your oversensitive clit. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He hissed, running his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit with each pass.

“Please, Joel. I want it so bad, never needed a cock so bad in my life, you already made me feel better than any of my toys or the boys I’ve fucked before put together. Please give me your cock, wanna feel your cum fill me up so bad. P-please.” You whined, your voice coming out as small, wrecked sobs as Joel continued to rub his cock over you.

“Good girl.” He praised and without warning be bottomed out inside of you, you moaned loudly; a perfect blend of pleasure and pain rippled through your veins as Joel brushed some hair from your face so he could evaluate your emotions.

He rubbed your ass with his palm and landed a bruising slap to it, you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. Joel took that opportunity to pull his hips back, to pull out of you fully; he passed his cock through your soaked pussy lips once again. Your mouth opened to complain but before a single noise could leave your mouth, he was pushing back into your greedy heat without warning.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Joel groaned, accentuating each of his words with a hard thrust of his cock.

He built up a harsh pace, your fingers turned white as they gripped at the fabric of the sofa below you. You were sure if you held on any tighter then the fabric would surely rip under you. Your body prickled as if a hundred needles were touching your skin, your stomach knotted as you felt another orgasm working it’s way through you. Your walls fluttered around Joel and your legs wobbled as you tried to stay grounded as his thick cock nudged that sweet spot inside of you.

“G-gonna, gonna…” You whimpered, your eyes screwing shut.

“Mmhm, that’s it. Atta girl, cum on my cock. Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Joel whispered, leaning forward so his body was pressed to yours.

“Fuck!” You cursed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Feels so good, n-never felt this good before. Making me feel drunk on your cock, gonna need it again and again and again. Please give it to me. Please. So good.” You rambled, words falling from your lips carelessly as Joel fucked you into your orgasm.

His thick but nimble digits wound their way around you to fall to your clit, he circled the bud perfectly and it had your head swimming. It was the thing you needed to push you over the edge; you felt as if you had fallen from a cliff, just floating in midair as Joel worked you through it. Moans of profanity and his name fell from your parted lips as you came around the man’s cock, your walls clenched him and held him tightly.

Seemingly, that was what sent Joel over the edge, his hips faltered and he thrust into you once more, much weaker this time. His cock twitched in your walls and with a groan, and his hands squeezing your hips roughly, he came deep inside of you. You whimpered as your body went limp; Joel’s hot cum filled you and it made you clench weakly around him, your greedy hole trying to suck him in deeper still.

“Fuck me.” You whispered, your ass still on display for the older man as he pulled out of you with a wince.

“Just did that, darlin’.” He laughed breathlessly, trying to gain composure once again.

You rolled your eyes, was typical Joel to state that when clearly it was a rhetorical state meant as a throwaway.

“I should um, well I should pop to the bathroom to quickly clean up and then get out of your hair.” You said, somewhat awkwardly as you stood shakily from the sofa and held your thighs together tightly.

Less than a minute ago, the man’s cock had been inside of you and now that the thick tension and lust had cleared the air you couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward about it.

“Stay?” Joel asked. “I mean, I wasn’t really done with you yet.” He grinned boyishly and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Just an idea, darlin’ but how about we go shower and clean up and order some food. We still got more beers to get through. Then, I’m sure if you’re a really good girl, I could give you my cock again.” His hand was stroking up and down your arm, his fingers tickled your skin and in their wake they left goosebumps.

You looked up at Joel, into his deep brown eyes and you nodded with a grin.

“Deal. But you’re paying for the food, you ol’ perv.” You teased with a giggle.

“Get upstairs.” Joel said with a roll of his eyes.

You laughed to yourself again as you walked away, to go upstairs only to yelp loudly when Joel came up behind you and placed a light tap to your ass and rushed in front of you.

“You’re dead, Miller.” You called and chased up behind him to return the favour.

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#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal

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occudo · 11 months

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May I please possibly perhaps request pride archives? Like, aggressive decorations, Tim and Sasha chasing eachother with crepe paper type deal? If not, (bc I know it wasn't super specific) lonely eyes pride?

I'm pretty sure someone already made this joke, but you know how same-sex marriage was legal in the Magnus universe before it was in our universe and why 👀

#i already did the pride archives #now it's lonely eyes pride #tma fanart #elias bouchard #peter lukas #lonely eyes #occudo's art #ask #pride month

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nunalastor · 1 month

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I dont want to go too into history. But Alastor as Creole man of mixed background makes for a wide variety of experience for him and his parents. Creole by the 1800s being more a signifier of Catholicism and French speaking identity among both European and African descended Creoles vs the Protestant Anglo Americans who had taken the territory. And being an African Creole woman wouldn’t automatically make his mom poor, just to fight tropes and assumptions- there were slave owning African Creoles by the Civil War and besides a significant free educated and business owning middle class.

Then Alastor’s parents wouldn’t have been legally allowed to marry, but that wouldn’t have made their relationship odd or out of place. Louisiana had prev had a ‘three tiered society’ with neighborhoods in New Orleans that had been integrated for 200 years with a lot of Spanish, French, African, and Native couplings. It was in the 1890s (around Alastor’s birth) specifically that a binary of black and white was pushed on Louisiana by waves of Jim Crow laws that continued into the 40s. An attitude his parents would have felt since it had gotten more and more binary through the 1800s. Still areas like the country’s only legal Red Light District (that birthed Jazz) had integrated bands and clubs.

He would have been born into a society that was becoming very stringent in ‘one drop rule’ and trying to root out ‘white creoles’ who were mixed but passing. But it was a common joke of the time to know that half of White Creoles were mixed but quiet about it. And to today Creoles are often mixed but of many groups, and most can recall soley French speaking family and areas through the 20th century. All this to say- I hope people read into the history of New Orleans and Creole identity, bc theres of first interesting culture and history especially in Alastor’s prime. And a lot of ways to handle a mixed identity in a difficult time that isn’t him ‘not belonging’ in the Black Creole Community that was often mixed.

👀 GOOD STUFF

#hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks #alastor #history #meta

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crowhyun · 1 year

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could you write a boxer taehyun smut where he sees the reader dressed all sexy for his match and it riled him up to the point of finishing the match in record time and he takes care of it in the locker room? 👀 maybe some light teasing from tyun and praise from the reader to tyun? 👉👈

7 months later...

omg YES of course I'll do that for you XDDDDD

also, I wasn't sure if this was, like, legal or illegal boxing, so if you were thinking of legal boxing...sorry :o

Boxer!Taehyun x Fem!Reader smut

Warnings: piv smut, no protection used, wall sex, a bit rough bcs who am i if it's not rough

Words: 2.9k

"You ready, Hyun?" Yeonjun asked, opening the locker room door just an inch to hear the raging crowd just outside.

"Ready as ever." Taehyun said, wrapping his fists up in bandages so they don't end up too bloody. This was this third match of the week, and although he was slightly burnt out, he had a feeling this was one he was going to win. Even if the fight wasn't in his favor, he was going to make it so, as there was too much in stake. The money, his popularity...you. After not being able to spend time with you this whole week due to endless training, he wasn't going to humiliate himself in the one boxing match that you were allowed to watch.

He usually forbade you from watching, as he knew you were a worrywart, and you only tolerated his choice of career. But this was going to be his last match for a while, so he thought that maybe you'd be able to handle it, just for the experience.

"That guy's a big one, huh?" Yeonjun chuckled, referring to Taehyun's opponent. "Might have to really lock this one in."

"I'm not worried." Taehyun scoffed. "A large physique doesn't necessarily mean that one can fight. Besides, I have my pride this time. I'm not going to lose."

"Ah...I know what it is." Yeonjun said with a smirk. "It's because your girlfriend is in the audience this time, isn't it?"

Taehyun cleared his throat awkwardly, busying himself with his bandages.

"Knowing how you get around her...should I be worried for your opponent?" Yeonjun chuckled, and Taehyun just rolled his eyes. "I'm joking, I'm joking. Just do your best, okay? Let's get out there."

The arena was heated, a dense crowd surrounding the rink. With Yeonjun leading the way, they cut through the crowd, Taehyun's face stone cold at the ones who tried to touch him on his way through.

Taehyun wasn't dumb, he knew he was handsome. Givin his looks and his career, there were people fawning over him at all times. It also got him some extra disrespect from his opponents. Taehyun found it funny, though, that the "pretty boy" could so easily bring down each and every one of them.

Taehyun noticed that his opponent was already in the rink, and once he stepped in, his opponent noticed him. He was quite big, just like Yeonjun said. Taehyun wouldn't lie, he's human like everyone else, but this guy was intimidating to the eye. If he didn't know any better, Taehyun would've been scared, but there's no time for fear in the rink.

His opponent looked Taehyun up and down, chuckling at him, underestimating him as per usual. Taehyun, though, he didn't care. He didn't even notice, because he was too busy scanning the crowd to look for a specific person. You. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes darting from place to place before he finally saw your familiar face. It was as if there was a spotlight on you, separating you from everyone else. Due to how aggressive the crowd could be sometimes, he worried for you, but suddenly, his mind went blank. As someone in front of you moved to the side to talk to someone else, he had the chance to see you in your entirety. There you were, clad in a black tank top and a mini skirt. Taehyun could see your cleavage from the rink, and he took a deep breath. It was the summertime, so he couldn't blame you for wearing such skimpy clothes, but he also couldn't blame himself for what it was doing to him. The thin sheen of sweat covered you, making you almost shine, and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to take you right there.

Not only that, but you were looking at him with a large smile on your face, doing small jumps that made your breasts jiggle each time. He tried not to show his lust, but damn, it was hard.

"Nervous, aren't you?" His opponent asked, a condescending smile on his face. Taehyun snapped him attention away from you at the sound of his voice. If he thinks extreme lust looks like nervousness, then that's not Taehyun's problem. "Don't worry too much. This will be quick."

"I'm not here to chit-chat." Taehyun said nonchalantly, turning to Yeonjun, who was at the outer corner of the rink. Yeonjun already knew what he needed, giving him his water. It was so hot, but the coolness for the water chilled him out.

"Match starts in 1 minute. Good luck." Yeonjun said, and Taehyun nodded, facing his opponent once more. Cracking his neck, he was slightly annoyed. He hadn't been able to see you in a week, so of course he was a little pent up. He didn't think it was that bad, but the sight of you made him realize exactly how pent up he was. If only he didn't have to fight, he would've...

He shook his head. He couldn't think about that now, of all times. The clock was ticking, and the fight was about to start. Seeing you gave him a bit of a rush, and he didn't' care what he'd have to do to end this match as quickly as possible.

Finally, the bell ringed three times, and it was time to start. All he was thinking of was you, and at this moment, his opponent was nothing more than a cock block that he wanted to get rid of as soon as possible to get to you.

The fight had barely started, yet Taehyun was getting annoyed with walking around in circles with his opponent, waiting for who would throw the first punch. Just to get things going, Taehyun got closer, giving him the impression that he was going to hit first. Throughout his training, he knew that it was always best for the opponent to deliver the first punch so that you can dodge and be able to easily figure out their next move.

Just like he had expected, his opponent fell for his bluff, throwing the first punch aimed at Taehyun's abdomen. He swiftly dodged it, and it was as if he calculated his opponent's fighting style. His hefty muscle weight kept him from moving quickly, making his moves predictable. He did have the power, but no technique. This was going to be an easy match.

Slightly stunning him from his dodge, Taehyun dove in, delivering a punch right below his ribcage. His opponent then thought it was a good idea to keep trying to aim for Taehyun's face. Taehyun could laugh at how dumb he was. Dodging each punch, he kept aiming at his abdomen. It wasn't the best way to quickly get a match over with, but there was no other way, really, so Taehyun tried his best to stay as untouched as possible while chipping at his opponent's stamina bit by bit.

The two first rounds of the match were over, and there was one more round to go. Taehyun has suffered a few punches here and there, and he knew the bruises weren't going to be pretty. It wasn't enough to debilitate him, though, as his opponent was in an even worse shape than him.

"One more round, you got this." Yeonjun said, a firm hand on his shoulder as if he was shaking determination and strength into him.

Taehyun huffed, a scowl on his face, wanting it to be over already. Why was his opponent so...durable?

"Just remember, Hyun," Yeonjun started. "The faster you can take him down, the faster you can get to your lady. Don't embarrass yourself."

"I got it." Taehyun said, shrugging Yeonjun's hands off his shoulders. Looking into the audience to where you where, he could tell there was a bit of worry crossing your face. He wanted to be there right next to you to reassure you, but the only way he could reassure you now was to win this match.

At the sound of the bell, he dove back in, not wanting to waste any time. He knew his opponent's moves by now, so he didn't care who was going to throw the first punch. All he knew, though, was that he had something more important to do afterwards.

His opponent stood, dazed out of his mind, as Taehyun delivered what would be the last punch of the match. His fists ached as blood seeped into his bandaged, but it wasn't his blood.

With his coach trying to hold him up, his opponent fell to the ground, and the bell ringed thrice. The crowd roared as the match finally ended, and Taehyun had won.

"Fuck yeah, Hyun, that's what I'm talking about!" Yeonjun said, shaking Taehyun's shoulders as he stepped out of the rink. "$5,000 can you believe that? I knew you were going to win, that big doofus was a joke." Yeonjun laughed loudly, more excited about the money than Taehyun was, but Taehyun didn't care. His mind was on one thing and one thing only.

"Yeah, yeah, you, uh, you get the money for me, I need to do something real quick." Taehyun said, and he disappeared into the crowd, leaving a confused Yeonjun behind. Taehyun made a beeline for where he remembered you were, even pushing people out of the way to get to you.

Once he saw you, he noticed that you were looking around for him, and he couldn't help but smile.

Standing on your tiptoes to look around, you turned to his direction and noticed that he was right there, looking at you. A huge smile grew on your face, and you ran to hug him tight.

"Taehyun!" You exclaimed. "I was so worried, but you did so well." You separated from him, scanning his body to examine his cuts and bruises. "Are you okay? You're not too hurt, right?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine, baby." He said, giving you a kiss on the lips and lingering for a bit. "Of course I'd do well. You're here. But it wasn't too bad, right?"

"Well...you're right, but I don't like to see you hurt." You said, hands lightly running down his bare, sweaty chest, making him gulp.

"I like your outfit, by the way." He said. "Though, you should be careful wearing things like that around all these men."

"Careful? Why?" You said coyly. "I'm burning in here, if I were to wear something else, I would've passed out." You joked.

"What do you mean 'why'?" Taehyun chuckled. "You nearly made me drop the match when I looked at you."

"Oh? Am I showing too much skin?" You asked innocently, but Taehyun knew you, and you knew that you were a little tease. He shamelessly looked down at your breasts, which were now pressed up against his chest. He couldn't waste more time still being in the crowd. He had to get you alone, and quick.

"Let me get you out of here." He said, still distracted by your breasts. You knew exactly what was going to happen, and you were in no way against it, because you wanted exactly what he wanted, and maybe even more.

Taehyun wasted no time. After pushing you into the locker room and shutting the door behind him, he attached his lips to yours, effectively stunning you. Thankfully, there was no one else in the locker room, so he had you all alone, and he was going to make great use of this time.

Backing you into the nearest wall, his hands roamed your body as his tongue made its way into contact with your own. He grabbed handfuls of your bare thighs, slowly going up until his hands slid under your skirt and then he froze.

Parting from this kiss, he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, feeling you up just a bit more.

"No panties?" He said, and you just smiled. "You were planning this all along, weren't you?"

"Maybe." You said.

"Better be glad no one else saw." He said, attaching his lips to your neck. "Else there would be more than one match today."

You bit your lip, feeling your arousal dripping down your inner thighs. You had been dripping all night, especially when seeing him fight. It was a good thing that you were already sweating, else there would be some questionable looks from others.

With your skirt already lifted up, Taehyun switched his attention to underneath your flimsy tank top, wasting no time to reveal your breasts to him. Your breasts slightly bounced when he lifted your shirt up and he groaned, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue back and forth over it.

Your head fell back onto the wall behind you, breathy whines emitting from your throat. Groaning once more, Taehyun hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up in a show of strength. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and you felt his hard bulge right against your bare pussy. It rubbed against your clit, and you bit your lip trying to suppress the desperate moan bubbling up in your throat.

"T-Taehyun, fuck me," You moaned out, feeling pent up enough as it was.

"Fuck, babe," He moaned out, chest heaving. Any other time, he's tease you for being so desperate, but it has been too long since he had you in this position, and he couldn't wait to be deep inside of you. He reached down to tug his underwear and shorts down, effectively freeing his cock from its confines. He grabbed the bottom on your thighs, spreading you further apart as you clenched around nothing.

Without warning, he pushed into you in one quick motion, his hips flush with yours. You couldn't help the moan from escaping you as how full you felt. Clenching around him, he started to move. It was slow at first as he savored this feeling. Your arousal dripped down his cock, making its way down his thighs. He couldn't believe how wet you were, and you guys barely started.

"Taehyun, faster, please-" You moaned out, grasping his shoulders quietly. He didn't have to be told twice. He held you still against the way and began thrust into you with much more fervor. The sounds of skin meeting and moans got more erratic as he fucked you harder.

He looked down between the both of you, watching as his cock stretched your hole, taking each and every inch of him. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and he watched the sweat drip down your skin. It was like a dream, hearing you cry out, unable to conceal your moans.

It only made him thrust harder until he was pounding into you, groans nearly turning into growls.

"F-fuck, Hyun, I'm gonna c-cum," You stuttered in staccato breaths, trying to speak through each mind numbing thrust he gave you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, his name rolling of your tongue senselessly.

"Cum for me, baby," He said in a sultry tone, eyes piercing into yours as he watched every one of your facial expressions. Shifting only a bit so that his angle was different, he noticed how much louder you suddenly became.

"Oh, fuck! Right there, Hyun, don't stop!" Your head fell back against the wall, jaw dropped in pleasure. It didn't take much longer for you to cum, creaming all over his thick cock, making a mess out of him. Your pussy was clenching onto him for dear life and he shut his eyes tight, biting onto your shoulder as he continued to pound into you. You whined in overstimulation, but Taehyun couldn't stop as he chased his high.

"J-just a second, babe, I'm almost there." He breathed out, his thrusts becoming erratic. Your legs started to shake, and you could no longer contain even a bit of your moans. Taehyun had you trapped. Your only choice was to just take what he was giving you, and he was driving you crazy.

To drive him closer to his high, you clenched around him, his moans becoming louder. "Yes, keep going," You whined into his ear. "You feel so f-fucking good, keep fucking my pussy just like that, and I'm gonna c-cum again," You could barely speak because of the power behind his thrusts, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Hyun, are you in here?" You heard a voice behind the locker room door, and your eyes widened in panic once it flew open. "Hyun, you-"

"Get out!" Taehyun said, not stopping for even a second. Your eyes were lidded in pleasure, face a daze as you made eye contact with a frozen Yeonjun.

It took him a bit to realize exactly what he had walked into before he quickly left and shut the door. Just seconds after that, you came again, clenching around him until he just couldn't take it anymore. He kept fucking into you while he came, making a mess of his cum. He then quickly pulled out of you once it got too overwhelming, some of his cum leaking onto the floor.

There was about a minute of silence before he gently put you back down on the floor. You held onto him tightly, feeling weak in the knees, and he chuckled.

"Are you alright?" He asked, flipping your clothes back down to cover you.

You nodded, throat sore from nearly frying your vocal chords. "Just a little embarrassed from Yeonjun walking in."

"Embarrassed?" He scoffed. "Don't lie. I know you liked it, didn't you? You like being watched?" He teased, and you avoided eye contact, making him laugh. "Let's get you home. And maybe we could invite Yeonjun to test out my little theory."

"Taehyun!"

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AN: Hey yall uh...i hope yall like this hehe, btw anon, if you don't like what happened at the end, I'M SORRY I CANT HELP IT I JUST WANT THEM ALL TO RUN A TRAIN ON ME IT GETS HARD SOMETIMES UGH

also i wanted this to be like 1k words idk why i did all that fr

#txt smut #taehyun smut #taehyun x reader #yeonjun smut #beomgyu smut #huening kai smut #soobin smut #txt x reader #kpop smut

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capn-twitchery · 3 months

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hi this is @neathyingenue! your drawing of lt. grace and capt. twitchery was so dynamic and i would love to know more about their relationship if you'd like to share 👀

OHOHO rubs my hands together--you've activated my trap card >:3 (also thank you sm!! :D♥︎) SO-

short answer: their relationship is a complicated nightmare at best, and it changes a ton over time. they meet in weird circumstances, things stay weird for a long time, & they end up "together." what that means, i have no idea, bc i think they would die before they talked about it or said they were Actually Dating

long answer: they meet when twitch rescues a very nearly dead grace from the arctic. twitch thinks this poor guy looks very haunted, which is apparently interesting enough for them to reroute the entire ship so they have an extra couple months to hound him for secrets.

upon getting back to london, they want nothing more to do with eachother: twitch got all the secrets they could, grace wants to get far away from this weirdo, preferably as soon as possible, thanks

so they part ways, for a while. grace starts working with the constables (he thinks he can help people there. poor guy) they keep giving him the unwanted jobs: drag bodies back home, sort the paperwork, stand guard outside the cells because this new inmate is chatty and it's annoying everybody else and-oh, it's twitch. of course it is.

they get talking, since there's nothing else to do, and twitch is Very Persistent. they strike a deal: grace can use his connections to get twitch on the good side of the legal records, and in return, twitch will give him free zee trips when he needs it. twitch thinks this will be basically never, since grace has nothing going on, right? so they got the better end of this deal for sure-what do you mean he's on an unhinged revenge mission to murder a fucking master of the bazaar? oh, they have got to see this.

grace is too reluctant to zail himself, has no other contacts & doesn't know anything about the neath. twitch is his only real, consistent source, and they want to see & know everything about how it's going-- this is like the most interesting story in the world to them! so they're spending a lot of time together. a weird amount of time together, really, for two people who don't spend lots of time around any one person in particular.

and it's...kind of fun? sure, twitch is very unreliable, their weirdness is still offputting to grace, sometimes-- but less than it used to be. they're nicer than he gave them credit for, smarter, and their enthusiasm is infectious. and grace is very helpful, it turns out, and it's nice to have company in the captain's cabin, and making him smile instead of looking miserable all the time starts to feel kind of like an accomplishment, and- oh, no.

they both react to their feelings about as well as you would expect: ignore them! or in twitch's case, ask the ship's surgeon to surgically remove them (and get refused. cruel.) they both deny their feelings for a long time. it could never work anyway, right? they're far too different.

except, not really. grace later finishes nemesis, and after parting (somwhat bitterly) with twitch & a brief stint at the grand geode, he realises maybe the laws here fucking suck, actually--maybe he doesn't need to uphold them to help people. lucky for him, twitch has a hell of a rivalry with the admiralty & it's only a matter of time before they cross paths again. he deserts the admiralty in the midst of a naval battle, onto twitch's ship.

til i give either of them an ending, they stay together from that point--at least, as much as they want to. old habits die hard--twitch still likes zailing off to do weird shit, twitch is still a criminal, grace is very much not (more of a vigilante, i guess.) they still can't talk about what they are, they still clash sometimes. but they make it work! captain & (honorary) first mate.

(& twitch's crew breathe a sigh of relief. bc they've been waiting for their emotional brick wall of a captain to semi admit it for at least a year)

#THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK i loved getting to ramble about this!!!#i'm sorry it was so long i tried to summaris as much as i could hehehe but i had more thoughts than i. thought (?)#i still have many more thoughts but this is very long already #hopefully it makes sense >:3 #londonmusings #inquiries #laconicmoon #twitchery #grace

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the-kr8tor · 3 months

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Have a shit ton of idea for some reason but hear me out-

SpiderPunk x Criminal! Reader. All I need to say.

Ooohh 👀 wait come back! Let me hear more!!

This has spawned two ideas from me, first is Hobie busts you in the middle of the usual b and e but he lets you go bc it's a well known rich asshole's house and Hobie's impressed that you actually got through the security system and he only appeared bc he heard you fumble. But before he lets you go he makes you promise to put your skill to better use and only rob rich ppl and give to people who actually need it more. So you agree ofc, beats going to jail right? He never thought you'd actually do it when he casually comes across a very familiar figure giving away free meals out on the street. Now he 'ignores' calls when he knows it's you robbing the place, he'll even help you sometimes and now you're suddenly friends with spider man.

The second one is that you used to run with his crew, so you and Hobie have history. But you got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and now you're in jail. After a lengthy legal battle, you're declared guilty even though you're not actually the one who did it even though you've done some questionable things before but for the particular crime they put on you is 100 percent not your fault, after an ego hitting call with Hobie, it's up to him to get you out ala prison break style but with more explosions from cap anarchy and less subtle.

I'm just rambling lol it's currently 2am and brain isn't braining 🤣🤣

#ask answered #hobie thoughts #🫶🫶🫶

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anawrites3 · 2 months

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I want someone (not me) to write a Bodyguard!Sladick fic - but in a very specific way (I'll probs end up writing this unless someone beats me to it (pls beat me to it someone, I can't commit to another WIP))

Basically, someone kills Bruce Wayne. And not because he's batman, but because he's rich af and refuses to sell his land in Gotham (bc yk, bro can't sell the fucking batcave and all his safe houses full of Batmerch). But no one knows who killed Bruce and why but they all believe it's because they found out Batman's identity and needed him out of the way for something.

21 year old Dick Grayson, who hasn't spoken to Bruce or had anything to do with the Batfam for two years, is asked to come back for Bruce's funeral and reading of the Will. Turns out, Bruce left everything - and I mean everything; cape and all - to Dick. Dick is now The Batman, the leader of the JL, the billionaire, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and also the legal guardian of not one, not two, but three kids. Jason and Tim was understandable, but Bruce never mentioned to Dick about having a kid with Talia al Ghul of all people. In all fairness, Damian was only dropped off at Bruce's feet two months ago. (Note that I'm fucking around with the Batboy's ages. Thus, Jason is 16 (bro died young), Tim is 14(bro was crazy stalking so young), and Damian in 9(bro is just young))

The killer, however, is still at large, and is now targeting Dick, the new Prince of Gotham, and his kids. But Batman (Dick) can't get involved just yet, the Batfam don't know what exactly the killers knows about them and Batman - it's too risky. But Dick can't just not do anything. So he calls the one person he knows will keep his family safe - for the right price, obvs.

Dick has money to play with and Slade loves a good game.

Basically they make a contract that issues Deathstroke as the bodyguard of the Grayson-Wayne Family until Bruce's killer is handled.

Only, Slade comes with his own baggage (aka a 9 yr old Rose Wilson) and Dick is stuck training (aka raising) another kid. But that's fine, because Slade ends up being less of Dick's bodyguard (let's face it, the kid can handle himself), and more of Dick's bodyguard-with-benefits/mentor/business partner/mental-support-bestie/drinking-buddy/private-chef/co-parent/stay-at-home-husband/love-of-his-life.

They get very domestic in this fic. And Slade has to wear a three-piece suit when following Dick around as he plays Gotham's Billion Dollar Prince and Dick can't stop riding him in the back of the Batmobile because Slade looks waaaaay too good in a suit.

But raising kids is hard, especially when you're 21. So Dick faces a lot of challenges in this fic - like his undead brother, Jason, trying to come to terms with Bruce dying right after they started to mend their relationship, and Tim who was just recently fired as Robin after one simple mistake, and his new rage at Bruce for that and dying (he refuses to believe his dead), and fuck - the nine year old assassin and grandson of Ra's al Ghul, Damian, who never truly had the pleasure (misfortune?) of knowing his father. Than there's Rose Wilson, who doesn't really know English all that well and is dealing with the trauma of watching her mother die before her.

So Dick has to really step up - as a business man, as a leader, as Batman, and as a father.

Luckily he's got Slade, who fuck's like he fights. It tuff that Dick is quickly falling in love with Slade, and Rose, who he can't help but see as his kid, too.

Oh I love this idea so much, its great!! I would love to read it as well ahaha and I might write something 👀👀 but it's a big project so I wouldn't be able to do the whole thing

But you can let me know if you have any fav/special scene in mind (or a few 😌) and I might write it. You can also check out my commission info if that's what you'd preffer and you're able to afford it!

I love bodyguard Slade stories, I'm a sucker for those honestly haha and I love how here he's protecting not only Dick but the whole family. And its just so delicious that Dick hasn't talked to Bruce in so long and now he's thrown back into his life- but Bruce is dead and Dick has to take on the mantle and help the city and raise three kids and keep them all alive and not go crazy and-

I love that you're making it even more messy and difficult for Dick by putting Rose in the middle of it too lmao. I can already imagine all the trouble the family would have together

Slade wearing a three piece is a sight and I don't blame Dick at all 🙈🙈 But seriously, I adore their relationship in this, it's so complex and complicated. I can imagine them bonding over some whisky when the kids are deep asleep and Dick getting frustrated with what his life is now and Slade just letting him cry while holding him close AGHH SO GOOD

Thank you for sharing! Again, its a great idea and I'd love to play with it a bit if you allow me 🤗💕

#anon #my reply #not my idea #sladick #dickstroke

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what-the-fic-khr · 3 months

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Hiii Bronwyn I hope you are doing well ! :’) I’m wondering if you’d be up for writing something a lil cute and sweet and fun about Squalo discovering that his s/o has their nips pierced?? 👀 absolutely understandable if this doesn’t spark any inspiration tho bc ahdjshdjfhd I am truly just So Down Bad for any squalo content atm💀 thank you for your time and consideration !! 🖤

WEEEE HI THIS HAS SAT FOR A WHILE BUT NOT AS LONG AS LTHERS. STILL IM SORRY HELLO I BRING YOU THIS. IDK IF IT FITS CUTE SWEET AND FUN BUT HERES WHAT I COULD GET OUT AT LEAST I HOPE ITS OKAY (I might write more based on it?? 👉🏻👈🏻)

character/s: superbi squalo, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 661

warnings: talkin’ about nipple piercings but doesn’t mention body type, so gender neutral. suggestive at the end lol

prompt: squalo learns his partner has nipple piercings

It was getting too damn hot. God, he needed to invest in a fan or something. This shit was getting ridiculous.

“Hiiiii.”

Squalo glanced up shortly to acknowledge you entering his office, grunting lowly before returning to his paperwork.

“D’you need your hair put up?” You hovered around to fiddle with some things after handing him some papers, checking to see if his windows could open any further than they were. The answer was ‘no’.

“Huh? Whatever.”

Wasn’t a refusal, so you shuffled over to carefully pull his hair up. It wasn’t the neatest, not by a long shot, but it got the majority of his hair off of his shoulders and out of his face. His brows furrowed; he didn’t have his jacket on and neither did you, but something hard was brushing against his back when you moved. He dropped it when you stepped away.

“Alrighty, good to go. Good luck with that.”

He grumbled something, nodding shortly. You went to leave with a hum, and he watched you closely, eyeing you over until finally the silhouette of your shirt changed just the slightest.

“Pause.”

You did, freezing in the centre of the room. You glanced at him curiously. “Yep? Somethin’ wrong?”

His eyes narrowed at you and you huffed a little at the attention on your chest.

“It’s way too warm for that right now, sorry-“

“Shut up, idiot, that’s not what I’m doing. Stay still.”

You did. You tried, at least, when he stood and rounded his desk to advance on you. You took a physical step back when he brushed a knuckle over one of your nipples, the two of you quiet.

“What the fuck? Since when did-“

“Oh!” You pet your chest with a pleased hum. “I just don’t have them in when I’m doing work, and you usually catch me in uniform. Ain’t no way I’m leaving this place today, so I figured I’d wear them for once. It’s been a while!”

This seemed to get the cogs turning in his head for a few seconds, and you would’ve laughed if not for the surprised noise you made when he reached straight for the hem of your shirt.

“W-Wait, you just said-“

“Show me.”

“What?! Right now?!”

“Is there a problem with that?”

You glanced past him at his window warily before tilting your head back to check his door, listening closely for if anyone was walking by. When silence met your ears you relented and lifted your arms to accomodate for him pulling your button down up and over your chest.

“Cute, right? I spent a lot on them; real crystals and all!” You chimed, proud of your taste in body jewellery. “It’s a shame I can’t wear em’ as often as I used to.”

“Used to?” Squalo’s brows furrowed. He’d been with you for a while now, at least over a year and a half, but had not heard of or seen them once until now.

“Oh, I’ve had ‘em since I could legally get them. So, a pretty long time ago. I just had to stop wearing them for safety when I started doing more physical work.”

Well, it made sense, but god that fucking sucked. They looked good on you.

Squalo slowly lifted his gaze up to you and you smiled, head tilting cutely. “Yep?”

You huffed, stumbling backwards until your back met his door when he pushed you across his room by the chest, leaning in, chest to chest. You gasped a little, Squalo wrapping his fingers around your chin and lifting your head.

“It’s still way too warm, but eventually I gotta get all this sweat off of me. Let me see them better later in the shower after work.”

Your breathing had picked up and your head was getting foggy. You nodded the best you could with his fingers holding your head in place.

“Good. Now get lost.”

“Ah… Sure.”

You needed a drink. A cold one.

#HI THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY #ITS LATE. AND NOT THE BEST BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY #superbi squalo #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #mine #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn imagines #superbi squalo x reader #khr x reader #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #s #it’s been a while are those all the tags. I think so

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pastafossa · 3 months

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Hi honey! How are you? How’s your mom doing? I hope she’s better now🥺💚

I’ve recently decided to learn how to book bind bc it’s a must to have my fav fanfics as actual books. I’m still learning and it’s probably gonna take a while before I get the results I want but I wanted to ask you if it was okay with you to book bind The Red Thread? Obviously it would be just for me, I would not sell it or make any profits. (And if it turns out how I want to, I would love to gift you one👀)

It’s one of my favourite fanfics of all time, like it’s a masterpiece and I would love to have a physical copy of it<3

And I know it’s not finished yet but it’d probably have to be a few volumes anyways bc it’s a lot so😅

She's doing ok! Progress is slow but it's definitely happening! She's graduated from at-home physical therapy to outpatient, which is a HUGE thing. We've gotten the house pretty well set up too now (chair lift for a section of stairs not covered before, new railing on the front steps), and between me, dad, and sis's various sleep schedules, we're all able to make sure she has someone nearby when she needs help getting around or opening things. I'm still in caretaker mode and trying to balance everything, but she's getting there, so I hold onto that! As for me, I'm doing... ok I think, considering how exhausting and brutal the past few months have been. I'm taking @shouldbestudying41 's advice and just trying to be kind to myself, and I'll admit my brain seriously needed the break. I continue to miss Cato something awful, but I've felt a little more settled since his ashes came home, and I think I'm starting to adjust to sleeping without him next to my pillow. I also got my follow-up today with my cardiologist on my heart issues and their answer was basically a shrug and a, 'we have no idea why your heart's doing this, but it's getting better every time we test you, so keep doing what you're doing!' Which could be worse. So... I'm getting there. Slow and steady!

And oh my gosh, you absolutely, ABSOLUTELY can bookbind TRT, thank you! 😭The idea anyone would love it enough to bookbind makes me SO FUCKING HAPPY! Hell, if I could sell copies at cost I would, but sadly that's a huge no no and all I can do legally is tell people, YES you can bookbind TRT for your shelf! I'm 100% supportive basically (also I would D I E if I got one, like no pressure at all cause D A Y U M it's a long thing to bind, and also just knowing it's out there on someone's shelf is more than I ever expected would happen so I'm delighted even if you just bind for you!).

TRT volumes one to ten maybe??? LOL. I know I had it planned as a series originally before I decided to just kinda keep it in one thing since we were all already there LOL.

#the red thread #pasta life update #basically mom is doing really well recoverywise! and i'm getting there #the witchy shop has been amazingly supportive and i have people here who've been helping talk me through it along with fam #and the kitties have all been very good cuddlers to me while feeling down about cato #so that's been nice!#and OF COURSE YOU CAN BOOKBIND I LOVE THE IDEA OF BOOKBINDING #i know i've said this before but i never really thought TRT would take off so the idea of ANYONE wanting to bind it is HUGE to me #i always intended it to be a series too and then i just wound up keeping it all in one spot #because... i can't remember #i think i was just feeling lazy when we hit the 'final' chapter of book one and went 'ya'll mind if i keep it all here'#and got a resounding YES THAT'S FINE WE WANT MOAR #and so off we went LOL

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