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Toxic: this is from 🎃 anon who kindly asked about writing something for me. this is amazing and it starts after cucking stepdad with another Joel so read that first. so many references 😭 💗
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Halloween here! Here's my lil fic just for you. I had fun rereading both Joels' fics and tossing in some inside jokes and hopefully captured their mannerisms and speech (dialogue is hard for me). Thank youuuuu!:) (also ur the genius not me lol). SDJ=Stepdad Joel
Joelkemon Universe What If?
(what if you met up with Thighs after your latest cucking fun) BY HALLOWEEN ANON
1.5k, thighs out!Joel x f!reader, cuck!SDJ
After the three of you come off your high, SDJ shuffles into the pool’s bathroom/locker room to clean up. He doesn’t come out for a while, and you and Thighs Out swim around a little and you chat and flirt together. You find out he's staying at the resort for two weeks partly on vacation and partly for work. He's a sports agent for a very famous golfer who now in old age is more famous for their spokesperson work for the resort and makes surprise appearances in the course for golf fans.
You both agree to meet for dinner that evening at the nicest restaurant on the water. “If you need anything in the meantime, sugar,” he brushes his thumb against your lip and you sigh. He looks up past your shoulder and his eyebrows go up. “Just give me a call.” He kisses your hand and nods his head, calling over your shoulder “Take care buddy!” to SDJ who just came back from the locker room and has a permascowl across his face. He looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “For god’s sake”, he mutters under his breath and huffs off while you lay on one of the chairs, soaking up the sun with your book.
You tell your mom and SDJ you have dinner plans with someone and your mom says something like “good for you girl!’ but SDJ's jaw drops and he blurts out a short "No!" and then covers his mouth. Your mom laughs and smacks him in the chest. "Oh c'mon hon she's an adult. Don't be such a square.” You hear them leave while you're in your room getting ready.
You change into a snug, lacy swimsuit coverup that could pass for a dress. You put on a new, skimpier swimsuit underneath and some strappy, tall sandals. Thighs sends you the name of the restaurant and you send him a mirror selfie from the bathroom. “Damn, sugar 💦 Don’t keep Daddy waiting 🦪” You mentally agree to yourself to send him at least three nude selfie that night during dinner.
At the restaurant Thighs treats you to drinks and the best meal you’ve had the whole vacation. He asks about SDJ’s deal and you tell him the abridged version of your history.
“Yeah, he sounds like a-”
“Jackass, I know” you sigh.
“I was gonna to say a dumbass prude, but that works too." He leans back and takes a drag of his vape (🍃) and blows it out to sea. "No way I could stop myself if you were under my roof. Hell, no way I'd wanna.” He licks his lips. This stirs something in you and you feel your core pulse under your dampening bikini bottoms. He passes you the pen and you take a huge hit.
“So, do you want to fuck him? No judgement if you do.” He puts his hands up defensively. You hesitate and he laughs.
“Alright..do you want to fuck with him?" You decide he's onto something and you both start plotting.
You move to the bar of the restaurant after dinner and the sun has almost set. You send SDJ a snapchat pic of you holding your near empty margarita glass in front of the sunset. He opens it but immediately notices a glint of light on your chest: it's a very familiar looking gold chain. He immediately messages you to Take That Off and Who Took That Picture. You ignore him and ten minutes later he sends you a link to a stunning and extremely expensive Zeels diamond necklace and message that just says "please" and “im sry”. Maybe we're being too hard on him you tell Thighs. “You could be harder on me,” Thighs pouts jokingly. “You know I’d be happy to return the favor.” You smile and tell him to close his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins, eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them.” There’s something soft and hot pink sitting on the small bread plate he didn’t use from dinner. Thighs out drops his jaw, for once since you met him, he is speechless.
You text SDJ a thumbs up emoji and a selfie of yourself without the chain. You're leaning over, giving him a decent view of your tits that he came to not four hours earlier.
SDJ tries to video chat you and you decline the call. He calls you and you pick up, "What is it now?". "Just missin' you s'all." SDJ slurs drunkenly. Your mom made friends with a bachelorette party so I'm in the room…alone…" He sounded more pitiful and sultry. "Look" you say, cringing at how pathetic he sounds. "The only way I'll even think about giving you another chance is that you prove to me you're sorry. For being such an overprotective, prudish, selfish, cheating asshole."
There's a long pause. "So you don't want to fuck me?" he whimpers.
"I didn't say that" you say bluntly. He hears a loud laugh and woo that's my girl on your end of the phone. “Just wait for my text, ok?” you say. “‘Kay baby. Love-”. You hang up.
You send SDJ one last picture, this time over text, you’re in your coverup looking out over the bar's balcony at the beach. He replies with a picture of his bulge nudging his veiny hand while laying on the couch and a heart emoji next to his head.
Thighs and you head to the beach with two pool chairs after dinner. It's late enough in the evening that there are only a few people left straggling by the water. The beach bar is far but close enough that someone could see you two if they were really looking for something filthy.
You really do feel sorry for SDJ. And you really do miss teasing him and sneaking around. But if you two are going to fuck again, he has to prove he was in the wrong. And if that ends up blowing up in your face you can at least blackmail him. It’s a win-win for you either way.
You lay on the chair as the evening cools down your skin. Thighs holds your phone with one hand and with his other peels your coverup off and unties your bikini. He kneads your breasts, continuing to point your phone at your tits and face. "Are we filming?" you purr at him. "Hell yeah, baby. And you look like a fuckin' star." You blush and he chuckles, rubbing his inner thighs off camera where his swim shorts end. You flop back in the chair and he grinds his shorts and his growing dick outline into your core. A little bit of trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the tent in his shorts standing almost at full attention. That show is just for you however. He keeps your phone's camera pointed at your jiggling breasts and face screwed up in ecstasy. "Say stop," Thighs growls as he grips the fleshiest part of your hip and thrusts his covered erection into your dripping seam. "M-more!" you loudly beg and arch your back. A few silhouettes at the bar look in your direction. This only makes your nipples harder and you grind quick little circles into his crotch, aching for some friction. "Be patient, baby. You can do it. Tell your Stepdad your offer." he smacks your bottom playfully as he continues to record. You blush and turn away from the lens, biting your lip and say, "I will forgive you, if you do something for me." You look into the camera lens.
"There's room service and a box being delivered to your new room, you can thank him [Thighs Out] for covering the cost, in about an hour.” you say. “Open the box and text me if you're game or not. Talk soon!" you wink and the video ends. You send it to SDJ and he texts back "Anything for you. I'll pick up the key now."
Thighs Out kisses down your neck and sucks your nipple while manhandling your ass so much it starts to feel sore. "Wanna come to my suite, sugar? That is if I can take my hands off this sexy fuckin' ass of yours." He jiggles it while playing with your bikini straps and slowly ties them back up. You nod your head yes and pull on your coverup. You both walk back to the main road in the resort and take a shuttle bus to the expensive side of the resort. You find yourself back in his room, legs splayed and laying on your tummy completely bare. You wiggle against the soft white comforter, Thighs already rubbing your ass and murmuring in your ear. "Do you want to wait for him before we record?" You shake your head and say, "I'll still want to even if he doesn't."
"God I love your energy, baby." Thighs presses a hard kiss into you and carnally licks your mouth. He breaks it off to grab his phone and opens the camera app.
"Let's get started, baby girl. Let Daddy teach you what a real cock can do."
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Toxic: Ok the "woo that's my girl" took me out 😭 like ik it's my line but the context is so perfect and you can just imagine stepdad hearing it on the other end of the line. 😭 Also I 100% imagine thighs out being no-judgment, very in character.
Thank you, 🎃 anon 🖤
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Fresh Sourdough and Old Stories.
(I’m not good at this fic naming thing don’t at me)
Pero Tovar x GN! Reader
Rating: Teen, only because reader gets a lil thirsty.
Warning: Food
Notes: @absurdthirst wrote this earlier today, I read it, this happened, then I took a nap.
Fun fact: I only know two things about my great grandad. One, he was from China, and two, when he met my great grandmother he said to her something along the lines of “you’re very fat.” Which from him was a complement. It got lost in cultural translation and her girlfriends threatens to kick his head in.
Writer Wednesday Week 25, @writer-wednesday
Your great grandmother told you the story.
You were young, probably four or five, when she turned off PBS and sat you down with all the solemn seriousness of some great tragedy.
Then she told you a story.
Pero Tovar, a mercenary— you had to ask what that meant— from Spain— you had to ask where that was— helped defeat nameless monsters at the Great Wall.
“The one in China?”
“Yes, sweetheart, that one.”
Something happened to him there, something beyond reason, a miracle or a curse— you asked how a miracle could be a curse— it has kept him alive these near thousand years— you still couldn’t count that high— and no one knows except for your family.
“Why only us?”
She booped your nose, “Because we were the only ones who noticed.”
When you got older, you learned that great grandad was the one who kept the story, but he told grandma before he left for war.
Everyone says he died on the battlefield, even though there were pictures of him back home after it was over.
You didn’t understand what that meant until later, and your heart still sometimes hurts for the man you never met.
For some reason the story stayed with you, even after only hearing it once. It lead to a somewhat obsessive phase with time traveling romances and history, your mother even joking that she didn’t just have you a bit late, but apparently centuries late.
You tried to slow down your rereads of Outlander after that.
Life happened, it stalled, you grew into a person via fits and starts, slowly chipping away at an AA until you suddenly had it but still had no clue what to do with it.
The bakery was supposed to be a pit stop, which insured that it would be anything but.
Grouchy four AM wake ups turned into tolerable ones, turned into excited ones. Your boss said you ran through the kitchen like a hurricane, but one that at least had the decency to pick up after itself.
You’d laugh and only slightly choke on the flour in the air.
Breads became muffins, then tarts, then pies, and occasionally even cakes. All of them simply presented but delicious nonetheless.
And time went on.
“I’m giving you first dibs.”
“First dibs on what?”
Wild berries with a lemon drizzle, one of your more extravagant offerings, but with summer coming to a close, that burst of sweetness with a subtle hit of zest was what people wanted. Something to hold onto that summer feeling as the season came to an end.
“The shop.”
Only several years worth of practice and learned reflex is what kept those tarts alive.
But only just.
“What?”
“You’re basically running the place yourself, if you want it, it’s yours.”
You place the tray on one of the cooling racks and swat at your apron, movements nothing more then an anxious fidget.
“But I don’t know anything about the business end.”
He laughs.
“I’m not leaving yet, just getting my ducks in a row, so I can teach you.”
Relief, still tinged with nerves but relief nonetheless.
He says you should’ve gone into business, with how fast the numbers and names stay with you, and maybe you’ll try for that one day. But for now, it’s just learning things and transferring others, making digital spreadsheets to give the poor hand kept ledger a break. Learning stock codes and company quirks that justify them still being used opposed to something closer or cheaper.
“And I don’t care what Jonathan says, the man is nearly old as I am, he damn well knows not to fuck with me.”
You choke on your laughter, it’s probably the first time you’ve ever heard the man swear at someone opposed to some temperamental machinery.
He laughs along as well.
“I’m sure you’ve got a handle on it, especially with the computer doing the sheets.”
“It can’t replace you.”
“Damn right it can’t!”
You hug him, he’s no longer your boss and that feels weird, but oddly enough not wrong.
You might actually be settling into this.
“Remember, anything gets weird or goes wrong, I’m just a phone call away. I won’t leave you hanging.”
“Yeah, I still might call though, just to check if you’re still kicking.”
“Worrywart, I’m not dead yet.”
“And you better keep it that way.”
He laughs, he leaves, and by noon that day, you get an email that informs you the deed of ownership has been transferred and the place really is yours now.
It’s scary.
It’s exciting.
And time goes on.
Some things change, you renovate so there are more windows, thus more natural light, you hire some new hands, to keep the back moving, and while it hurts you just a bit, you finally replace Ol’ Big Bertha. The oven screeches in protest and the guy who installs the new one is surprised that she was still standing. And after he gets a small burn, that surprise moves to the store.
“Bit longer, who knows what’d've happened, really,” he wipes his brow, “probably shoulda been replaced a good twenty years ago.”
“Probably closer to forty.”
He makes a face, “I was hoping to be polite.”
You wave a hand as you give him a tip, “Politeness in regards to safety never kept anyone alive, so please, use this as a cautionary tale,” you elbow him in the side in what was probably too casual a gesture, “might even get more sales out of it to boot.”
He gives an awkward chuckle, before walking himself out.
And time goes on.
He’s handsome, that’s the first thing you notice. Dark hair with a slight curl, olive skin, a prominent nose, he turns to look at something at the far side of the display, and his profile is striking, something classical that should be cut from marble.
“May I help you?”
Nothing.
You speak up, “Sir, may I help you?”
He hums, but you don’t think it has to do with responding to what you said.
“Sir!”
Still nothing.
Is he hard of hearing? It’s been ages since you practiced ASL, and even then, does he know it?
“May I help you?”
He finally looks to you, and maybe it’s the heat of the store, but the way his eyes widen tells you otherwise, his cheeks have a bit of a flush.
That doesn’t distract you from the scar that shows he almost lost his left eye.
Suddenly you’re reminded of the story your grandmother told you.
A constant scowl, a ceaseless appetite, a scared Spaniard that has walked the world for nearly a millennia.
“I-“
There’s a lit, you can’t identify it yet but your gut is telling you Spanish.
“I followed my nose.”
It is, and at no point did your grandmother say he was handsome, let alone that he was cute.
You can’t hold back your laugh.
He shuffles, shifting his weight as he shoves his hands in his pockets. And of course those jeans are damn near painted on his legs.
“That’s good.”
You look around the store, empty except for him. So if he isn’t who you think he is (possible) you won’t have any witnesses to your flight of fancy.
“That’s what I wanted. For people to be drawn in by the smell of fresh bread.”
Now you’re nervous, and your tongue feels thick and awkward in your mouth.
He looks to your face, but quickly moves his gaze down to your hands, and you can’t help but roll your fingers, feeling as if he’s looking for a ring or something similar to the sort.
He swallows, “I want something. The best you’ve got.”
You hum, thinking it over what you have, and the sort of man he seems to be.
The shelf behind you is under heating lights, that double as spot lights keeping every loaf warm and making each of them look good.
Something traditional, little to no processing, old fashioned.
But maybe a bit of a surprise as well.
Your eyes zero in on one of your experiments, oats and whet germ, more for texture than for flavor, but also a hint of pepper, nothing all that strong, but it adds a bit of a zing that you very much enjoy.
It’s an entire loaf, but one of the smaller ones, it was only an experiment after all.
You squeeze it as you pick it up, smelling the bread and being reminded of the cinnamon that you dusted the raw dough with as an afterthought, maybe you should pick another one.
But he did say the best you’ve got.
Your eyes flutter open, you didn’t even realize you’d closed them, and you catch a glimpse of his face. His mouth is open in something like awe, one hand raised but stalled in front of his chest, eyes a bit glazed over.
You blink again and he clears his throat.
You grab a plate, then figure if he’s who you’re gut is telling you he is, that he’ll want something else as well.
So you grab a tray, a crock and a pot, thinking of suggesting the broccoli and cheese cream soup, if he’s so inclined.
You push the tray his way, and he finally scrambles for his wallet, fumbling ever so slightly as he all but shoves his card your way.
P. Tovar
You shake your head, and his confusion turns into shock.
“For you, Pero Tovar, there is no charge.”
You can’t help your small smile, “Eat, enjoy, and remember.”
#writer wednesday#pero tovar#pero tovar x reader#the great wall fanfiction#archive-of-note#fic of fic
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a comic about fix-it fanfics
#original comic#fanfic#fix it fic#fandom#dr who#bbc sherlock#avengers#my comic#my art#been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic#i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It#teenage pim was a dumbass
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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
#talk tag#IT KILLS ME. REIGEN IS NOT MOB'S DAD. HE HAS A DAD. INGO IS NOT AKARI'S DAD. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN ANYONE HEAR ME#(not even necessarily to say that ingo is in his late 20s but still)#(even if he was a 30-40-50 year old no matter how old he is no fucking teenager is gonna call some guy they met as a 15 year old ''dad'')#GAI IS NOT A FATHER FIGURE TO ROCK LEE HE WAS LIKE 13 WHEN HE WAS BORN! PLEASE!!!!!!!!#one time i saw that a person wrote a fic where mario was like a father figure to luigi.#they are TWIN BROTHERS.#not what this about but idk where else i can say anything about this.#just horrible#also sometimes someone is just An Older Friend like no familial relationship just a friend or acquaintance who is a lot older than you
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Made this for u 💝
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More medieval dyes for y'all!
#game of thrones#asoiaf#asoif/got#a song of ice and fire#house of the dragon#headcanon#fashion#hotd#asoiaf books#asoiaf fic#asoiaf fanfic#asoiaf fanart#asoiaf fandom#got fandom#got fic#got fanfiction#got fashion#got#game of thrones fanfiction#medieval dyes#medieval#natural dye#plant based#natural dyes#dyes
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thinking about that post of people assuming ao3 has an algorithm and also about how bonkers persistent the view is that ao3 is social media lite. like with startling regularity I get comments saying something along the lines of "it's probably weird to comment on a fic this old--" no it isn't!!!! this is an archive I am literally just assuming you searched for a selection of specific tags or sorted by kudos or looked back on my pseud or any other number of completely normal ways to use an archive site ?? kill the tiktok ghost in your brain and comment on old stuff it's NOT weird
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"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years
#'enemies to lovers' BANGER#'one is bridal carrying the other while theyre injured' BANGER#'sacrifice of something important' BANGER#'drunken chapter that results in at least one fist fight' BANGER#theres more but only me and readers who have read all of my fics througout fandoms will help me find the patterns#sara shush
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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
#fanfic#fanfiction#fanart#normalizefanartforfanfics#normalize fanart for fanfics#wattpad#archive of our own#ao3#fanfiction.net#quotev#crossover#crossovers#fandom#fandoms#readerinsert#reader insert#xreader#x reader#oc#oc's#au#alternate universe#podfic#pod fic#fic rec#fanart for fanfic#fanartforfanfic#fanart for others#fan fiction#fan fic writing
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🎃 blushing and kicking my feet I'm glad y'all liked my little fic of a fic 🥰🥰 I will definitely write a next part since there's interest:) If you want me to explore any ideas or kinks to write in lmk! I do have a rough plan and it does involve what's in the box lol. Thank you and keep being amazing! 🖤🖤🖤 P.s. only about 100 days left until Halloween!
cucking WHAT IF pt. 2
This follows: cucking stepdad w/ another Joel (by Toxic) and what if they continued pt. 1
The cucking continues!
by HALLOWEEN ANON
Anonymous asked:
As promised here is my part 2 to Thighs/Stepdad pool fun. I honestly felt kind of bad torturing stepdad after everything he went through yesterday so I was less mean than planned and added a reference about how he cums a lot based on Amazon. This will be the end of my fic of a fic with these fine Joels but I have something else planned that's with my own Joel creation (gilfy!sub!Joel). There's an Easter egg at the end of this fic if interested. :) I'm not as proud of this part but was still fun. Thanks Toxic we 🖤 you!- 🎃
Joel (SDJ) inspects the box that was rolled into his new room on a room service cart. On top of the cart was a steak, a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of Dom, and a pitcher of ice water. Under the long white cloth on the cart sat the box. It was light blue with a white ribbon. “The fuck…” SDJ thought as he stared at the giant bow. What could be inside? And what was this game you were playing with him? Haven’t you tortured him enough?
He takes a bite of steak and groans. Easily the best meal he’s had on this entire trip. He chews on the salty, slightly charred meat and forgot for a minute about his shame. His fork and knife digs into the flesh, cutting vigorously as he gulps down the champagne like Sunny D, straight from the bottle. He bites into three strawberries, one after the other. He chases down the sweet fruit with another swig of alcohol. But the steak is what is satiating his hunger. The knife scrapes against the expensive plate over and over. He vigorously cuts into it and fills his greedy mouth with the salty flesh, a little blood dripping down his chin.
SDJ falls back on the bed after inhaling the meat and fruit. SDJ looks at the box again and opens his phone back to the picture you sent him. His cock stirs in his pants and he sighs. Another slug of Dom. Before he knows it the bow is undone and he’s staring inside at the seemingly random items neatly piled inside.
A bottle of lube, a ziploc bag containing something hot pink, and a pool noodle cut in half. Joel stares at the contents until his phone buzzes. A video. From you. He scrambles to open it and sees you, just you, and a foreign hand on your thigh. “Hey” you say simply and smile. Joel’s heart breaks at the sweet greeting and sweeter smile. “Hey” you say and smile again as he rewinds the video. “Hey” Joel says aloud to your paused face. How can you look so cute but absolutely filthy at the same time? He presses play.
“I hope you enjoyed your meal, it was very generous of him [Thighs Out] to get you your own room and an expensive dinner…his idea not mine.” You roll your eyes and look off camera. A chuckle off camera and a pat of your thigh from the unapendaged hand on your thigh. You look back at the camera.
“I miss you” you purr softly, your wide “fuck me” eyes looking into his as he strokes himself through his shorts. “I miss the fun we had before, and I know you do to.”
You roll over on your tummy, Thighs giving your ass a squeeze as he stands up and helps you turn over. He holds the phone the entire time, only getting a glimpse of his hand or leg when he stands up to point it at you landscape style. You turn your head and give another smile, this one far more devious than before. “By now you’ve probably opened the gift I sent you. If you want to fuck when we get home, this is what I want you to do. First, open the Ziploc bag.” Joel fell off the bed and scrambled for the bag, his cock bobbing up and down as he flopped back on the bed with the other box contents.
“Do they look familiar?” you wink. “They should, if not look at your pictures again.” Panties. They were your panties. Still slightly warm and damp when he pulls them out of the bag. “BUT-” you loudly say and Joel is brought back to reality. Panties halfway from the bag to his nose. “That’s your reward at the end. First, get out the pool noodle.” Joel inspects it. It’s a foam pool noodle about 10 inches long, the kind with the hole in the middle that you can find at any dollar store or water park. Joel looks to the pool noodle hole to the lube. Oh no, he thinks. No no no no no n-”
“Ohh fuck yes,” you whimper. Thighs is groping your ass and trying to also keep your face in view. “That feels good. I think you know what I want you to do. I want you to show me how hard you want to fuck me. How much you want to abuse this pussy with your dirty old man cock. Get that cock nice and ready for me. Please, Joel? Look how much I need it.” Your fingers lazily spread your slick folds open, dragging your middle finger up and down your seam. Eyes still on the camera, still on Joel who is lathering himself with lube, pants and underwear on the floor. You drag your finger out and hold out to Thighs, showing Joel how wet you are and how fast Thighs tongue attacks your finger. You pull it away and curve it in a “come hither direction”, eyes straight forward so it looks like your talking directly to him.
“Please,” your finger goes back to your center and you groan. “Fuck yourself like a good boy so we can fuck when we get home.
You got it baby, Joel says aloud. He shakes his head and grabs the noodle. Still doesn’t make this any less fucking weird, he thinks, but worth it. Worth it for her.
The rest of the video is you fucking yourself with your fingers, and when that’s not enough you’re handed a hairbrush offscreen. You’ve never done something so dirty. You feel possessed as orgasm after orgasm takes you over and you can’t even talk dirty. Your face has little beads of sweat clinging to it, your face screwed up in ecstacy as you feel the next orgasm hit, hairbrush fucking you while Thighs Out rolls your nipple in his hand, knowing it’ll make you come undone.
“J-joel,” you groan. “You feeling good, Joel? Like watching me like this? I’m a fucking mess. I just know that cock of yours is ready for me. Are you getting ready for my slutty pussy, Joel?”
Joel gripped his phone with one hand and nodded even though you couldn’t see him. He squeezed more lube onto himself. He sighed and slowly brought the pool noodle down on his cock. The cheap foam made his dick itch a little but he powered through. His hips buck up and fuck the noodle, matching the rhythm of you fucking yourself with the hairbrush. Joel felt close to cumming, but still so far away from you. He wondered what you were doing now since the video wasn’t live. He paused it on your face, eyes closed and mouth open. You deserve more than just an embarrassing jerk off session in room alone. The fact was he was extremely horny and even lonlier. A dangerous combination. Joel swipes out of the homemade video and opens Snapchat. He exhales through his nose and grips the pool noodle.
“Not even half way done with the video and you’ve already got me close” he murmers, his phone pointing down at pool noodle fucking his cock. “Like making me look like a fool? Like a desperate old man fucking a pool noodle all by himself?” He ends the video when he hears his voice start to break. But the trooper he is Joel keeps fucking the pool noodle and sending you snap after snap of the sordid scene. He alters from fucking the noodle to fucking his own hand. Precum drips down his thick fingers. He flips the camera around and his fingers slide in his mouth, groaning your name as he pushes the fingers further in and out. He moans LOUD and keeps stuffing his fingers in his mouth while jerking off. The pool noodle is moving faster, and Joel can’t hold it in anymore. He pumps his cock with the cheap foam toy one last time, and you see, while watching the snaps with Thighs Out, the tip of his dick peeking out the top and rope after rope shoots out. “I-I love you baby,” Joel gasps as he climaxes. “I’ll do anything you want.”
You thought that would be it, and he’d try to come crawling back to your room that night. But Joel stays in the room all night sending you dozens of snaps of either his cock fucking his hand “still just wishing it was your soft skin on me” or his face while jerking off. He orgasms at least four more times that night based on the snaps you recieve. After the latest video just of Joel chanting your name and humping the bed, his dry spend mixing with the warm, fresh load that cake the sheets, you shake your head.
“We should have gotten him more water.” you say to Thighs after your stepdad’s last climax.
“Should have gotten him another pool noodle,” Thighs grins. The man was such a menace.
“Seriously! Here’s another one!” you yell, gesturing for Thighs to look. His gold chain glints in your eye when he leans down over you to watch your phone.
“Damn,” Thighs mutters to himself. Baby please let me worship your tits (cherry emoji)!! The video caption says while Joel moans your name. “He can really cum. Knows how to work the camera too”
“Liking what you see?” you jokingly purr, rubbing his bare chest as your own arousal builds up.
“No, no, it’s just…wow. It’s just so much cum, especially for his age. It’s really not a bad skill to have.”
You burst out laughing. “For who?! A horny firefighter??”
Thighs smiles, “No… a different profession. Or for some more of a hobby.”
You raise your eyebrow and stare. “What the hell are you saying?”
Thighs scribbles a woman’s name and a phone number on a napkin. “When you go back to your room tonight, or tomorrow morning,” Thighs gives you a wink. “Make sure you give this to him. Tell him to..just go with it. I could make him some good money.”
“Are you going to tell me what the hell this is?” you ask.
“It’s just an old friend. She helped me out when I needed some fun, easy work.” Thighs grins.
When you’re back in the room packing the next morning, (hell yeah you spent the night with Thighs), you do a quick google search of the number and name. A website called “Dire Desires” is at the bottom of the screen, with a matching name and number under contact information. It’s listed as an online business, and when you click on the link a wave of tits and larger than life dicks take over your phone screen. “Solo, happy ending, maintenance man fantasy, Stockholm Syndrome Sluts…” all these and more titles fill the screen and your stomach drops.
This is an amateur porn company. And Thighs Out is a fucking genius.
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Toxic: 👏👏 Bravo, awesome conclusion. HELL YEAH we spent the night with Thighs!!!! At the end I almost thought Thighs was recruiting him to the brothel lmao. I think stepdad would be an excellent candidate for solo male porn. And I like their porn themes too. (shout-out to maintenance man by @gracieispunk and my Stockholm readers, raider and vampire). Love what you did with all the cum. Thighs is right, SDJ knows how to work the camera too.
Sorry for stepdad's latest fic making you feel bad for torturing him lol but he was desperate to get his audience favorability ratings up and he's happy someone feels bad for him 😅
Ty for asking about the kinks I kept thinking but was blanking 😫 this was great!
P.s. I just remembered about the Easter egg, is gilf-sub some type of maintenance man 🤯
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Ao3 is actually massively culturally important and very very good at being what it is. I’m so serious when I say that ao3 needs to be protected as the anti censorship, by fans for fans, nonprofit, volunteer run, expertly designed archival site that it is. You don’t have to read or like fanfiction to understand that on principle, ao3 is a site that should be defended.
#personal#ao3#archive of our own#fanfiction#fandom#anti censorship#not to suck ao3 off but I’m sucking ao3 off bc I’ve lived through other fic sites and no one does it like they do
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What in the fanfic hell is this?? 😂😂
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better than drugs
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Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.
Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.
RIP decency indeed.
#Archive of our Own#Ao3#Ao3 Comments#Writing#Fanfiction#Fanfic Writing#I wrote over 100k on that fic before burnout took hold#I poured my heart into what I did manage to finish#adhd’s a bitch that doesn’t always let me write what I want to write but I got that far#don’t make me feel ashamed because you didn’t get to see the ending
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FYI I just came across a thread on twitter which says that an author shared on google docs an explicit story with a friend for beta reading and google removed the file due to violation of TOS (apparently it has been updated where you are not allowed to share anything with sexual content). Not sure if it’s just this instance or if it’s going to become a widespread thing but if you guys write in google docs MAKE BACK UPS!!
(Instagram link to the screenshots)
Edit: also wanted to add that it seems that Microsoft word has the same language in their TOS so onedrive is not a safe alternative!
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