#the reunion we all deserve

[janeaustenlover]

They created a strange tableau: rabid boy, trapped girl, bombed-out building. It suggested a tale that could only end in tragedy. Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate. A revenge story turned in on itself. A war saga that took no prisoners.

#coriolanus x lucy gray #snowbaird #tbosasedit #tbosas #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #exactly a five min edit to express my undying devotion to a book!version of them #because you know what?? tbosas movie was a properly made thg prequel but it was HOSTILE to coryo x lg shippers #it wasn't wuthering heights enough it wasn't hozier enough it wasn't hadestown enough!!!!!!! #but above all it wasn't BRAVE enough #2k23 cinema is so hesitant when it comes to love stories it's almost revolting #tom blyth worked his heart off for what????? for one tiny kiss where rachel isn't even an active participant????? #where are you 'he kissed her until his lip started to bleed'????? #i hate the erasure of many defining moments and dialogues #i hate they didn't make 'pure as the driven snow' lucy gray's love confession to her murderous bf #i hate their first kiss was ruined i hate we didn't get the reunion they deserved 'YOU FOUND ME' 'YOU KNEW I WOULD' #heartfelt and dubios innocent and calculated meant to be and meant to be apart MY SNAKES AND SONGBIRDS BOTH OF THEM #this film had almost succeeded in wiping out the whole meaning of their dynamics and I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT #shitty things i do for love

[michaelwitha]

i have so much faith in jackles' unhingedness that I'm totally chill. that man will simply not rest till everything's right again and the world is healing while watching cas make his girlboss entrance 2.0

#have faith guys #do not fear #we're all unhinged here but he bests us all #this man WILL give us the deancas reunion we all deserve #good things do happen after wga strikes as we've seen previously #spn #supernatural #misha collins #dean winchester #castiel #jensen ackles #destiel #spnwin #spn the winchesters #the winchesters

[oplishin]

charlynch is dead again (why charlotte's knee why), but i just really love their november 2023 reunion dynamic. i love becky's solemnity as she contemplates letting charlotte back into her life, i love charlotte's bright eyed delighted smile at maybe being forgiven.

like this moment encapsulates it so perfectly. charlotte's so happy to be forgiven, to be told she can still have value in becky's eyes even after everything that's happened. and becky's... not quite ready for that yet.

#god i wish we could've gotten more of them #charlynch #jrestling #charlotte flair #becky lynch #it reminds me a lot of post reunion ambrollins tbh #all those moments where seth looks at dean with just. these disbelieving and adoring smiles (while dean is focused on something else) #like he cant believe he gets to have this again. he can't believe he gets to deserve this

[faerywhimsy]

Day 6 - Bless this love that heals me

It didn’t occur to Daniel that Lestat would send word back of the news that Marius had been found. That all of them had been found and alive. It didn’t occur to him, because Lestat didn’t send the thought back to him.

Only later would Armand let him know of the word Lestat had sent back to him, the news along with Lestat’s love.

Word Armand had then shared with Benji and Sybelle, still in his apartment with him.

Benji shared the news more widely while Sybelle continued to share space and privacy with Armand. Daniel only knew about any of it when others in the blood began to join him on the terrace, filling as well the salons and the ballroom.

“What is it?” Daniel asked to no one in particular, feeling lost among the sudden swell of a growing crowd.

Somehow, Benji managed to make his way through that crowd and to Daniel’s side, that familiar fedora perched atop his head. No amount of any number of vampires telling him that a gentleman didn’t wear a hat inside had ever convinced him to remove it.

Daniel’s expression was still confused, though he’d heard Lestat’s name mentioned several times. Louis’ as well.

“He found them,” Benji told Daniel, eyes shining.

“He…” Daniel trailed off, barely daring to hope. It was a completely different thing, as it turned out, believing someone was still alive versus having the confirmation of it.

“Alive!” Benji spoke the word, and Daniel just about thought his heart was gonna give out. He clutched a hand to his chest, just in case. “Lestat’s bringing them home now.”

Daniel felt his heart lift from his chest in the direction of his throat in time with his sharp exhale. He didn’t have anything to say, just, sometimes still when he was surprised, he would gasp in a breath. Marius had told him the habit would probably die away by his first century in the blood.

Marius.

Daniel looked away from Benji and towards the night sky in the direction so many others on the terrace were staring. How did they know which direction they were coming back in? Had Lestat also given that information when he informed others he was about to return?

Then, there. Daniel saw a vertical shape in the sky, and another one next to it, and another. They were still too far for Daniel to make out any features, but nothing human and nothing else could be mistaken for a vampire utilising the Cloud Gift. Especially not several of them flying towards Auvergne in a pack.

Lestat was the first one Daniel could recognise the face of. Maybe he moved faster than the others – or the others simply let him lead in deference to their Prince. In his arms was Louis. Lestat was gazing forward, as though checking their direction, or the number of his adoring fans, but Louis only had eyes for Lestat as he looked up to his husband’s face. Reunited again.

Daniel’s eyes moved from them to the person he next made out to the right of Lestat. Gregory. He too was carrying someone, and that was the one his eyes begged to see.

Marius.

Daniel would have stepped forward automatically then, with nowhere to go but down to the grounds if he didn’t gather himself for the Cloud Gift soon enough. It was still unpredictable in its use. Thankfully, the stone barrier of the terrace stopped Daniel from moving forward more than a step.

But his heart beat towards Gregory and Marius, moving ever closer towards him and the Château. Marius was clear eyed, and Daniel knew the exact moment Marius caught sight of him there against the barrier, for he shifted himself straighter in Gregory’s hold.

He then shared a quick word with Gregory, and Daniel could see the older vampire shaking his head at whatever Marius had to say.

When he glanced Daniel’s way again, Daniel was overwhelmed by the extremity and the number of emotions that took him. Fear, which he hadn’t allowed himself to feel since Marius had been taken. It overflowed in him now, causing him to gasp at breaths and feel unsteady. Relief, because he was there, Marius was there, right in front of him, alive and alive! Panicked, because Armand wasn’t here, and Armand should have been here for the reunion of all of them. It was important, and Daniel knew it. Impatience, because he both wanted and needed to be in Marius’ arms right then and this seemed like the slowest he had ever seen vampires move with the Cloud Gift.

And then Gregory was setting Marius down on the terrace, the rest of the crowd having stepped back to accommodate them, Lestat and Louis, and all the others. Gabrielle was there too, Daniel noted passively, but it was a stretch for him to look at anyone other than Marius.

He looked exactly as he had the night he had left. The dark red velvet robe he’d been in the night he was taken remained the same, only perhaps slightly more dusty. Daniel flung himself at him, not even pausing to consider whether Marius would be strong enough to catch him after his ordeal.

Of course he caught him. Caught him and held him tight in his large arms, laughing softly into Daniel’s ear as they just held each other until Daniel was ready to be let go.

#there i fixed it #the reunion scene we all deserved #can't help but cameo benji can i? #fix it fic #blood communion #missing scene #auvergne #vc shitpost #daniel molloy #marius de romanus #Marius/Daniel appreciation week #de romanus coven events #marius/daniel

[droughtofapathy]

With Ada's husband dead in the span of like two episodes, I thought my hazy dream of the show bringing in Joanna Gleason as distant van Rhijn relation to be Agnes's companion where they spend all day having sardonic sass-offs would be crushed. But now that Christine Baranski's in the poor house, it's the perfect time to bring in Joanna Gleason as the distant van Rhijn relation who has all the right connections to restore the family fortune and honor. All the while having sardonic sass-offs with Agnes, of course.

#the gilded age #agnes van rhijn #i just want the nick & nora broadway flop reunion we all deserve #throw in faith prince as someone debra monk can have tension with and we are golden #i will also accept (and would actually prefer) vicki clark so we can have the christine/donna/victoria follies reunion i desperately crave

[rj-thorkyrie]

Rᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ Hᴜɢ

@thorkyrieweek​ Tʜᴏʀᴋʏʀɪᴇ Wᴇᴇᴋ 2022 Dᴀʏ 1 Rᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ

#thorkyrieweek2022 #thorkyrieweek #thorkyrie #thor x valkyrie #thor #valkyrie #brunhilde #thor x brunhilde #thor love and thunder #fanart #☆☆☆☆☆ IT'S MY FIRST THORKYRIE FAN ART DEBUT ☆☆☆☆☆ #I know it didn't show both their faces and coloring of some parts could've been done better also the highlight and shading buut #I draw this by fingers🥲 i don't have a stylus pen with me. and this made on my phone. yet it stills looks nice #the sentiment is more important for me : #HUGS! THOR AND VALKYRIE HUGGING!! I AM ROBBED. WHATTA CRIME. THEIR TLAT REUNION WAS WFT. THEY COULD'VE BEEN MORE EMOTIONAL!! YEARS APART #THEY COULD'VE HUG MID BATTLE LIKE THE RAGNAROK DELETED TRY-OUT SCENE OF THEM KISSING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLE BUT OFC NOO 🙄 #even the most platonic bestie could at least hugging for a moment 🫂 tsk even their friendship got sidelined. #SO I'M GIVING MYSELF A HUG. I'M SHARING IT WITH YOU ALL. #we deserve a hug. I deserve a hug. they deserve a hug. #rj post #rj post art

[mikereads]

I finished Two Broke girls and I am happy I finished it but also so annoyed about that ending. Ugh!

#two broke girls #max black #caroline channing #max x Caroline #maxoline #they were endgame to me #I mean and canceled all due to ownership like come on #also Cher freaking Cher! come on #we deserved a proper ending not that and also bring it back for a reunion/ made for tv movie on Hulu #come on it’s not that hard ugh #tbg deserves better #that is all for now

[softquietsteadylove]

can i ask for a reunion fic please? with tears and hugs and kisses and can't stop touching each other 🥺 i can never get tired of those (especially the ones written by you) and because their reunion on screen can't come soon enough :<

Earth is a distant little marble from the window of the Domo. They're headed back there from the World Forge, all members of their family in tow, safe and...relatively unharmed. Himself included.

Since coming back online, memories and all, the others have been...cautious. They were gentle, at first, slowly feeling out how strong the memories were, what was still fresh from their last lives lived and what might be pushing a little too hard too soon.

Gil sighs. He can hear them in the control room--joyous reunions still going, fading into soft words left unsaid from their past lives. They took extra care with him--he was the last 'death' they had really experienced, so he supposes he understands it.

But he wants to see Thena.

He knows she's here. He can feel her Cosmic Energy calling out to his. His heart - even restarted twice, now - knows hers is close, aching to beat to the same rhythm.

This is exactly the kind of thing she always said made him a sappy romantic.

She would call him that in their home, back in Australia. He remembers--he remembers waking up with her hair pooled around her shoulders beside him. Soft mornings with eggs frying in a pan and her, looking at him to express everything she can't put into words. Evenings under the stars in a hammock, just them and the galaxy they were calling home at the time.

He wants to go home.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He didn't hear her walk in, because of course he didn't. He smiles and looks to his left, seeing her there just like he did more than 7000 years ago, now. That sunshine coloured hair and eyes like oceans he remembers but has never seen. But he doesn't need to see them with her here--they won't compare, so why bother?

She gives up on light chatter, which wouldn't be very like her anyway. She looks at him, questions upon questions in those eyes of hers. But he can see warmth washing over her, like mist over a river in the morning. Her shoulder brushes against his next to it, "how do you feel?"

Gil turns to face her more properly. She's wearing clothes he doesn't recognise, but they're nice. Everything is nice on her. "I guess it's a lot to take in. I feel good, though."

Her eyes run over him, and he's sure she can see things in her head that he doesn't want to be able to. But he also does, because he's never been one to let her bear her pain alone. "Good."

That's enough small talk.

Gil reaches out, pulling her in and kissing her. And there it is--that comfort he has been aching for since opening these eyes. The cold of the domed metal walls seeps away. His arm wraps around her, and her hands run over him, finding a home with her palms on his chest.

There are their hearts, falling into the same rhythm.

Thena pulls away, intent on asking him things. But he keeps kissing her, no matter how small, no matter how light. "Gil."

"Sh," he whispers, his lips chasing hers and clinging on when they meet. "I'm trying to kiss my wife."

Her lips bend against his and he finally pulls back just to see that smile. The planet and the stars and the whole galaxy just outside have nothing on this sight in front of him. "You remember getting married?"

"Every time," he whispers, their heads circling each other as they lean and tilt, lips meeting clumsily and eagerly and tentatively. Their teeth click together as their smiles grow and he moves the tip of his nose against hers. "We're due for another, I think."

"I think we're owed it," Thena says softly before one last kiss. He can tell her questions won't wait and lets her lean back that agonising distance, however small. "Gil."

"Thena," he whispers, and the name rings in his head like a vow.

Every time he has awakened, he has had a few things in his head.

He is Gilgamesh. He is the Strongest Eternal. He was chosen by Arishem to be an Eternal assigned to Earth.

And Thena--just Thena. She's there, somehow already in his mind, and more importantly in his heart. Her name is like a concept he can already feel, like life, or love, or fear, or joy.

"There is," she pauses, and he knows she's trying to get the words out. But there's so much, and that's not even just things he as to be told about when he was 'away'.

He holds her cheeks in his hands, gentle and soft with her. As he always was, and always is, and always will be. "Take your time."

She shakes her head, and he saddens as she buries her face in his chest. She only does that when she needs him, and she only needs him when she isn't strong enough to face whatever is happening by herself. And there is very little his Thena can't handle on her own.

"I'm scared to."

He can't even imagine it. He never could imagine what it would be like to lose Thena in his time on Earth. It was something he could intellectualise but not fully grasp. Because it was far, far too painful for him to try and imagine on any real level.

He would rather die. And then he did.

Gil runs his hand over her hair as she shakes in his arms. He's not lying down, but he remembers distinctly how she had held him on the floor of the jungle, his last breaths leaving him and his skin becoming etched with the lines of his energy signature.

But he had no regrets about dying, back then. Because he could see Thena there, smiling at him, holding his hand, even if there were tears in her eyes. But she was alive, and he had meant it when he said: "I'd do it again. On any planet."

Thena pinches his arm, as if he's teasing her lightly. But he still means those words, although he guesses they have somewhat of a different meaning for her, now. "No more planets."

Gil sighs, moving his arms from around her back to sit on her hips. He tilts his head at the soft cardigan she's wearing, and the tight skirt that just kisses below her knees.

Thena tilts her head at him, already sensing that she's lost him to her wardrobe, "Gilgamesh."

"I like it," he volunteers eagerly, his thumb pushing up hem of the sweater and under it to brush against her bare skin. He leans in for another kiss. "This new?"

"I suppose," she murmurs, although she doesn't stop him from kissing her again, and again.

"Wedding dress number...whatever--what do you say?" he smiles against her cheek, nestling himself in against her locks of hair as he holds her closer.

Thena sighs blissfully, letting him express enough affection for the both of them--to get started, at least. She leans her head back to let him kiss from her cheek to her earrings. "I think I'd rather just go home."

Home. Australia--just him and Thena. That's where he belongs. "Sounds good to me."

#Thenamesh AU #the reunion scene we dESERVE #something sweet #to balance out the suffering #because I'm not out here to hurt my own feelings #I really tried to get this out yesterday #and then I didn't actually manage to #but the vibe #the vibe is the same #and I agree #I need to see them reunite #and I need it to be #say it with me now #soft and quiet and steady #but really #I'm sure the movie will be what it will be #but these two don't need the canon #I stop rewatching the movie halfway through every time #because the only 'them' I need is here with all of you

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#the hugs always getting interrupted or blocked #reunited and it feels so good #the reunion we all deserved #i love them your honor #faves #dasey #derek x casey #casey x derek #derek venturi #casey macdonald #michael seater #ashley leggat #love #gif #gifs #gifset #life with derek #life with luca #perfection

[littledeadling]

Cant get over how hard they’re biffing it with the Mandalorian. God. Ouchie

#THEY HAD THE PERFECT SHOW GOING & THEY RUINED ITTTT #s3 should have been him on his own slowly realizing he can’t live without Grogu /knowing he’d never be able to see him again #and ON SCREEN we see him go back to argue w the Jedi & take him home. beautiful family reunion ON SCREEN. w the BREATHING ROOM IT DESERVES #& both of them learn to value each other & their connection more than anything else. #& Din’s repression & rigid barriers are slowly but surely eroding #it should have been a story abt how not everything needs to be tied up in destiny & the skywalkers!!! #it should have been the story that demonstrated that star wars could be more & the world can have space for different types of stories! #smaller scale stories! #bitch this bro literally does not care about the darksaber or any of that shit?! #he should have left that thing on the ground somewhere and dipped. or dropped it in the ocean #Now Din is just a guy who doesnt care abt the marvel plot he’s stuck in. *jenny Nicholson voice* oh what a good trait for a protagonist!!!! #they didn’t stop at any point and go hm... maybe that means we’re taking this in the wrong direction????? #literally so stupid #it should be about Din realizing he craves love and connection more than he is beholden to his creed #and going back to Tatooine to fuck a cowboy sloppy style #who said that #bz bz #mandoposting #oogh do u see why i had to go and write a 10k+ word fic to do something about all this #if u agree w me i think u moight loike it 🤭

[percysjakcson]

Okay but why isn’t shadow and bone renewed for a season 3 yet??? We NEED to see the complete crows storyline, c’mon just renew it already!!!!!!!!

#also I’ve seen people talking about a six of crows spin-off and that would be AWESOME!!!! #so can Netflix pls move its ass and renew it pls 🥹 #we deserve to see the soc storyline on the screen!!! #and also we still need to see all the six crows together!!!!! AND helnik reunion!!!! #I NEED ALL OF THAT #ceci rambles

[apathyfairy]

i spent 3 months watching gilmore girls and i finally finished it and a year in the life and then netflix is like hmm what should we recommend... gilmore girls season 1 episode 1 is starting in 3 seconds

#against my better judgement i watched a year in the life again and it was so much worse the second time. i only watched it when it first #came out and then forgot everything that happened because it was so bad it didnt even have to be that bad but it was so bad. #like this might be an unpopular opinion but god whenever they reboot shows or do like a reunion the magic from the original is just gone #that came out wrong i dont mean the original show loses it's magic but that the reboot is missing the thing that made the original special #like ok spoilers and also unpopular opinions but there was just like no chemistry between any of the cast anymore IMO. imo dont come for me #i have no idea what the actors were doing or what they had to move around to make cameos or whatever but just imo alexis was like on another #planet i have no idea why rory was like that. it was just so. routine and expected ? like they were acting how we would expect them to act #but it was just so insincere? i guess is the word #like season 7 sucked and we all know it but god season 7 was better than a year in the life in retrospect #the ONLY good thing about a year in the life is emilys story like good for her finally living her own life and finding what she loves #that makes sense and that all adds up like love that for her. #im biased because ive been a jess girl since i was 8 but jess. fantastic. sucks that he's still in love with rory but hes doing great fine #lane deserved more than that that was bullshit that she was there for 5 minutes and sookie too like #from what i remember melissa mccarthy couldnt be in it or didnt want to or i dont know but i didnt like that they essentially made sookie #abandon jackson and her kids idk. #christopher i dont care about but PARIS deserved more as well #dont get me started on the wild plot omg. #but that's another thing that ruins the reboots is they just try to add such topical references and it just ages so badly imo #and anyway im just so confused. rory is still sleeping with logan but she has a boyfriend whose name she cant remember but also #she's having one night stands at comic con ? #all for the show to end with SPOILER her saying she's pregnant ? #? ? ? #? #ok. #like. they ruined her character a long time ago but they just completely gave up in this. #lorelai is lorelai i expected nothing else so it was boring i just. think this was the wrong show to do a reunion with i dont know. #i didnt watch it but i think the friends thing is the best way to go where they dont make new episodes but just bring the cast back together #like it was so much better with us all just imagining luke and lorelai got married and had another kid and rory went on to be a journalist #and that was that but here we are

[clumsyclifford]

meghna appreciation post as well because i would be lost without her, i feel so lucky to have someone i can come to with any of my confusing emotions or bad poetry or even just regular dumb shit, meghna you are sincerely such a good friend not just to me but to everyone, we are all lucky to have you

#ive said all i can say. meghna i love you i am so thankful for you #shoutout to sam for inspiring this post #meghna is the samwise gamgee of this god damn website we are all so fortunate to have her love and devotion #and we don't appreciate that nearly enough!! #i love u miss lady i miss you i cannot wait to see you again #hopefully in the Boy's company bc i feel like the two of you deserve a reunion #meghna #stuff

[iniziare]

World of Warcraft: Here, do the BFA introductory quest line to level up— Me: Nope, never, give me Legion. Give me the Broken Shore, Broken Shore, Broken Shore, rip my heart out, please.

#[ out of character. ] it's not in my nature to be mysterious. but i can't talk about it and i can't talk about why. #[ honest to god-- ] #[ MoP was pretty good-- but legion was truthfully top tier. ] #[ i remember logging on and playing the broken shore intro questline. ] #[ and they were like; have tirion (U G H and he's not even included in the cutscenes as it was gameplay)... ] #[ have vol'jin. have varian-- like it's all fine. ] #[ they went straight for the fucking heart and it's been years and i still get flooded afterwards. ] #[ ALSO ANDUIN. /ANDUIN./ ] #[ a found momento is still one of the best cutscenes. and a world divided is right on up there with invincible. ] #[ and nightsong. and totems of the grizzlemaw. ] #[ it's fine i'm not almost crying. ] #[ this is my home. this is my franchise. i love many-- but this is what i grew up with. ] #[ this. these characters. AND LEGION DID TOO MANY THINGS TO ME. ] #[ fucking kill me. :( ] #[ also i'm still sad we never got the reunion we deserved for illidan/malfurion and tyrande-- mel jr pls. ]

[theghostofashton]

i have missed having fun writing so much omg

#writing a reunion between all the nds right now and i can't stop smiling #all my babies thriving and reuniting and being so supportive of each other #the flash forward we all deserved <3 #neha rambles

[hellishjoel]

talk me down

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Summary: You’re finally ready to sit down and discuss your obvious daddy issues. Your therapist, Joel, has his methods. 

Warnings/Information/Heads-Up: MA 18+ (minors DNI), NO OUTBREAK, abuse of position (therapist!joel), discussions of parental divorce, daddy issues, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, cursing/swearing, age gap, handjob (for a lil bit?) unprotected p in v, cockwarming (if you squint?), breathplay (I’m running out of breath typing all this are we good to go?) 

A/N: this is my first fic wow how exciting, I can’t thank my new friends enough for the brainstorming and helping make it to tumblr so let’s just get on with it yeah? tell me if you want more, my requests are open x

“Oooh, fuck,” you gasp, your head coming back up to watch as his hand disappeared under the drape of your skirt. Suddenly you felt him cup your aching mound, taking in a short breath at the feeling of finally getting some much-desired pressure down there.   “So fuckin’ wet… were you this wet during our whole session, kitten?” He asked. It was sick and twisted, you knew it was. That’s why you let out a shameful little nod, your legs wanting to clench around his hand there.  He let out a disgusted scoff, you deserved it. You wanted to fuck your therapist. 

“So what brings you here today?”

Your eyes shyly evade his, instead choosing to graze over the belongings of your new therapist’s office. It looked like a small library the way books were lined up and stacked on the shelves. The desk behind him was a dark oak, and everything had its place, not a pen out of line. After you deliberately ignore his question, he probes you again.

��It says on your intake form that you have... A distant relationship with your father due to your parents' divorce. Is that something you want to talk about with me today?”

His voice is sweet like honey, but you’re the only one dripping. You failed during your extended research on therapists to check his picture because you had no idea you signed up for someone so fucking handsome.

Your jaw was tight as you clamped your legs tighter together one draped over the other, trying to conceal your growing arousal. Talk, or he’ll think you’re mute!

“Yes.” You say, clearing your throat as you readjust your skirt over your lap, tugging at the hem.

You confide in Joel about the hardships of your parents growing up. The house was never quiet, always fighting, tearing each other down, and it just wasn’t healthy. You thought you’d thank the lord the day they filed for a divorce. You didn’t expect to lose the relationship you had with your father in the midst of it all.

You were still young, trying to grow up and learn, his absence mattered to you, even if it didn’t to your mother. He came around a lot at first. He’d pick you up from school and steal you away for a few hours, getting ice cream to celebrate your reunion with him.

But then, he got a new girlfriend. You weren’t sure how she managed to replace both you and your mother, but she did. You saw him less, he started not meeting your expectations. Soon, he became a weird distant memory. Now, as a young adult, you combat all the unjust things the wake of his departure caused. You couldn’t bear the thought of dating someone your age. Everyone was young and immature, asking for nudes over text after the first date if they even got your phone number at all. Now it was all just over social media or dating apps.

“Older men are just more... Refined. They have their priorities and goals, and they’re like... Actually accomplishing shit. Guys my age are just..” You paused, your eyes meeting his own to fill in the gaps.

“.. Not meeting your expectations?” Joel asked, his pen clutched in his hand as he scribbled something in his notepad.

“Right.” You let out breathily, your eyes falling to the chest hair you could see exposed by his button-up shirt.

This was a perfect example because look at Dr. Joel Miller! His Ph.D. decorated the wall with numerous other accolades on his shelves, so you knew he was smart. Being a therapist made him a good listener, you’d never have to feel like you were the therapist to a frat guy again.

You let out an involuntary whimper, a white-hot flash soaring through the pit of your stomach. You were dripping for him, and you could feel it against your clenched thighs.

“I know talking about these topics is difficult, but you’re doing a good job.” He praised you as you felt your chest and cheeks flush red with his attention.

Your breathing was staggered, you needed to release the tension between your legs desperately.

“You-- uhm, you think I’m doing a good job?”

His eyes flashed up to you with the question, something dark and tantalizing about the way he looked over you now. It was like a predator meeting prey the way his eyes began to rake over you.

Your arousal was obvious in the way your knee anxiously bounced up and down, continuing to readjust in your seat, begging for him to tell you that your time with him was up so you could go home and use your vibrator on your clit, thinking about Dr. Joel Miller between your legs.

You watched as he stood up from his chair across from you, your eyes tracking him as he nodded slowly. He clasped his hands behind his back, his strong biceps fighting the material of his shirt for dominance. The hand closest to you came down and did a delicate sweep around the rim of the chair you were sitting in.

“You’re doing great, baby girl.” He praised again, stopping to stand next to you. You were eye-level to his waist, your lips parting at the sight of the bulge in his pants. Oh, fuck me, so that’s what he’s been hiding behind his notepad.

His hand gently reached out to you, two straight fingers under your chin as he tilted you up to look at him. Your long eyelashes batted at him, teeth piercing down into your bottom lip. You let out an involuntary sigh as his hand moved up your cheek, bringing you in to rest against his thigh.

He was warm, and he smelled like Old Spice, god, you could swear it was the same one your dad used to use. You whimper at the thought, digging your face gently further into his protection. You felt his hand gently caress the back of your head, stroking back your hair from your face.

You wanted him, your pussy wanted him, and the throbbing need for his attention and affection was incurable. You began to press kisses into the material of his pants, losing all pride as you fell to your knees in front of him and palmed your hand over his growing erection.

You braved looking up at him, his face watching you in adoration, like he was proud of you.

“Is this what you want? I’ll do whatever you want.” You say meekly, desperate to please.

“You know what I think you need?” He asks, his voice dropped an octave, and it was making you purr. He was more sultry now, his hands finding yours and guiding you up off of the floor. You finally shake your head, your hands gently moving up his chest and feeling his toned pecs and broad shoulders.

Seeing him this close made your heart flutter. He was so handsome, so grown. His wispy curls were adorning the same salt and pepper as his beard. He had worn lines by his eyes and on his forehead, his curious mind must always be causing his brows to furrow. He had you breathless at the mouth and achingly wet down below.

“I think you need me to take care of you. Is that what you want, baby? Someone to show you how much they care about you? Someone to be where you need them most?” His strong hand is traveling down your front now, Joel’s pointer finger curling into the front of your skirt. Your lips part as he tugs so hard that you’re falling into him, your small hands clutching the landscape of his biceps.

“Yes-- fuck, please Joel, yes.” You nearly beg. Be there for me, be inside me.

He let out a heavy grunt of satisfaction, closing the distance between you as he cradled your face in his big hands and connected your lips. You felt safe, letting your walls fall down as he took care of you.

You melted in his hold, Joel’s tongue carefully gliding over your bottom one in a request for you to part yours for him. You followed his lead, a whimpering moan leaving you as you felt his tongue invade your mouth. He was moving you backward methodically until the back of your thighs hit the desk you previously admired. Your hips shook the frame, hearing pens and some papers clatter to the floor.

You felt overwhelmingly hot, you needed to shed some layers. Like the mind reader he was, Joel’s hands moved down to the hem of your top, breaking your heated kiss to discard the material in his way.

He generously cupped your breasts held away by your bra, another desperate moan leaving you as you watched him through hooded eyes admire your body. His hands were quick to settle on your hips, fingertips burning into your skin as he lifted you up onto the desk with ease. Fuck, he had the kind of strength that looked effortless.

Joel was taking charge, and it was so nice, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and you didn’t have to worry about anything. His legs nudged your own open, cool air finally greeting your needy pussy. The sensation had your head falling back, accidentally breaking your kiss once more.

“Oooh, fuck,” you gasp, your head coming back up to watch as his hand disappeared under the drape of your skirt. Suddenly you felt him cup your aching mound, taking in a short breath at the feeling of finally getting some much-desired pressure down there.

“So fuckin’ wet… were you this wet during our whole session, kitten?” He asked. It was sick and twisted, you knew it was. That’s why you let out a shameful little nod, your legs wanting to clench around his hand there.

He let out a disgusted scoff, you deserved it. You wanted to fuck your therapist.

“You want daddy to take care of that for you with his cock?” His foul words had you at a loss of your own, your jaw slack as he pressed his hips into yours and you could feel his dick pressed right up against your pussy.

“Take daddy’s belt off.” He grumbled his orders, a quick nod leaving you. You didn’t want to waste his time.

“Yes.” You whimpered.

“Yes, what?” His voice was stern and articulate, making you bend your will as his close proximity flooded your senses. You couldn’t find his belt soon enough. You popped the button of his jeans and nearly tore off the zipper at his ask.

“Yes, daddy.” You whimper, a greedy smile on your lips to see you earned his favor. He adoringly cupped one side of your cheek as both of your heads rested against one another’s to watch you pull down his dark briefs.

He let out a strained grunt at the release, his flesh going to slap against his tanned stomach. He was already unbuttoning his shirt as you made a fist around him, watching his face to see how he liked it. Too fast? A little slower? Too rough... You paused and spat down on him, your eyes darting back up to his as he let out a satisfied sigh. Let me do it perfectly for you, Joel.

“So good for me.” He purred, his thumb brushing down the slope of your nose and over your swollen bottom lip that you had bruised from biting down so hard on it. He pushed the tip of his thumb past your lips, the intrusion a surprise but you eagerly sucked to appease him. The action made him swell in your hand to fullness, even beginning to feel too heavy in your hand as you continued to work over him.

“Is this all for me?” You asked eagerly, a sweet smile gracing your face.

You watched as he leaned in, your eyelashes fluttering closed as he came to press his warm lips against the crown of your head. “All for you, baby girl.” He mumbled against your forehead.

“Oh,” you let out in a sweet surprised little moan, your hand working over him eagerly faster. You didn’t care if you got off at this point, as long as he did.

“Lie back, baby.” His voice was rocky like gravel, you could already see his chest heaving at the attention of your hands. You did as he asked, but not before he unclipped your bra so your tits were on full show for him.

You reached one of your hands back, already gripping the edge of the table as you braced yourself for him. He was so large, easily the largest you had ever been with. You wanted to feel every inch of man that he was inside of your throbbing cunt.

Your skirt was merely an obstacle in his way, watching him toss it up to show your lacey panties underneath. You bit down on your lip with a wide smirk on your face, he really liked the lace.

“So fuckin pretty,” he admired, your hands coming to rest over his own, your nails gently grazing down his forearms to his fingers. His pointer finger and thumb grazed over the soaked material, admiring how he could see your pretty pussy underneath it. The lace was so dainty and fragile in his hands, he could just--

You gasp as his large hands rip the delicate lace right open, a messy opening of broken threads but now, he had unlimited access to your sex. He was so strong, you hoped he would split you open the same way.

His hands took a grip on the tops of your parted thighs from the outside, taking one foul yank as you felt him press his cock between your wet folds. You were back to gripping and stroking over his forearms, your delicate hand coming up to feel his stubbled cheek.

“Joel please, I need you.” you whimpered out, his head nodding against yours as a few of the curlier strands on his head fell onto his forehead. He was so handsome when he was turned on.

Joel’s heavy huffs broke the eye contact of his cock gliding up and down your arousal, the slick lubing him perfectly. He was perfectly glazed over now, all because of you, his heavy thumb coming down to gently circle over your throbbing clit.

You let out a cry at the much-needed attention, your walls pulsing for him to fill you up.

“Joel!” You whined out in anticipation, your jaw dropping as he finally guided his tip to you without warning and slammed into your depths until he bottomed out in one thrust. His hand was quick to clamp over your mouth, stopping you from letting out a sobbing moan as tears started to swell at the brim of your eyes.

“Don’t want anyone to hear us, princess,” His voice was broken by grunts and loose breaths, his palm swallowing your hot high pitched whines. “Or else we’ll have to stop.” You did not want him to stop!

You quickly shook your head and clasped your wrist around his which kept your mouth shut. I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you Joel. A tear slipped as you peppered apologetic kisses to the inside of his palm, your eyes desperately connecting with his in a silent ask for him to please continue fucking you.

Joel swiveled his hips back, his jeans clinging to his upper thighs as he rolled back into you. You couldn’t help but clench your eyes closed and let out a broken moan. He filled you up in all the best ways possible, he was perfect inside of you, every goddamn inch. You didn’t realize how loud you had gotten, his hand pushing your head down further into the desk and squeezing into your cheeks until you snapped out of it.

“What did fuckin’ tell you?” He punched out. God, you could feel him pulsating inside of your tight walls.

“God, this tight pussy feels so-- fuckin’ good.”

You moaned quietly at the compliment, a blissed-out smile on your lips still against his palm as he started a steady rhythm rocking into you.

You whimpered as the desk started to creak with each of his heavy thrusts, pinching your ass against the desk but he felt too good to complain. Sure, you’d have a red line imprinted on your cheeks, but hell, it was so worth it. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, little angel for me-- fuck,” he grunted as he used the hand wrapped around your mouth as leverage, holding your head down as his hips snapped into you mercilessly. You were crying out moans into his palm, but nothing loud ever left the room, just like he wanted.

Your hands are clenching at the desk now, desperate not to fly off. Through blurry eyes, you saw his face, tight and twisted as he admired the way your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts.

You bravely reached up to take his hand around your mouth, shifting it down to wrap around your windpipe. You gave him an angelic little smile, biting down on your lower lip to hold in your dirty moans.

Joel watched you in awe, nodding with his sick little half-smirk as he started to squeeze at the sides of your throat. Fuck, he’s done this before, he knows exactly what he’s doing. The heightened experience turns you on, he’s not some 20-something idiot who cares only about getting his dick wet. Joel wants you to cum.

“You look at me baby.. fuck--, don’t break eye contact until you wanna breathe, darlin’.” His accent drawled in your ear and made your pussy even wetter for him. One of his hands squeezed at the sides of your delicate windpipe, his other hand snaking between you two as his electric fingers found your buzzing clit.

The attention was a lot, but you were a whore for it.

His thrusts grew sloppier, but he was pacing himself, Joel wants you to cum first.

You whimper at the idea of him putting you ahead of his own interested and needs, your head growing foggy as your wrist wrapped around his own that held you down but you didn’t look away from his amber eyes. He licked his lips in desire watching you, your lips parting for air as you finally looked away.

He followed through on his promise, his strong hands going lax as your head fell to the side, eyes closing in bliss while your pussy fluttered around his dick.

“Fuck baby girl,” he panted through a mumble as his spare hand massaged over your breasts. “Got me losin’ my goddamn mind.” He moaned something that resembled your name, pinching at your sensitive peaks until he had you whimpering.

“Joel I- oh god,” your stomach dropped as the tip of his dick massaged at your sweet spot, a cry threatening to spill from your lips but you knew he didn’t like you being too loud in his office so you hold it in, your cheeks going hot red.

It was all too much. Your foggy head, his hands on your sensitive bits, his fucking dick slamming into you. You felt so small in his hold, his body shielding you from the outside world as he drove you face-first into your earth-shattering orgasm.

“Joel-Joel please, fuck, I’m gonna-,” Your chin tilted up and your back arched, his hand instantly moving back up to your throat so you could feel even more floated during the crash of your orgasm.

“Cum for me princess. Cum for me now.” He demanded in a mumble.

It coursed through your body like an electric current, your body short-circuiting from the amount of pleasure it was receiving all at once.

Your lips were parted, but nothing came out. You couldn’t hear a thing, only Joel, only him as he ruts himself against your core and you feel him spill his hot cum into the depths of your sex. You lazily smirked as you made your walls flutter around him, your core pulsing. Could almost feel him in your belly.

His breaths were heavy, heavenly. It made your skin clammy, the both of you so fucked up that you were stuck in place. You didn’t realize it, but you had reached up to cup his face, your thumb gently gliding down the curve of his crooked nose. Your lips gently came together as your head came up, kissing the tip of his nose before going to lay back down on his desk.

“Oh, baby girl,” Joel purred in adoration, his mouth coming down to greet yours in a delicate kiss. “Did such a good job.” Both of you were so drunk on your orgasms, everything was so perfect.

You lazily kissed him back, your arms wrapping around the tops of his shoulders with your fingers lightly fisting the hair at the nape of his neck to keep him close as he softened inside of you. You could stay here like this forever.

You glanced over just in time, seeing the last grain of sand fall down in his glass sand timer. Your session with Dr. Joel Miller was over.

He helped you hop off his desk, your wobbly legs needing to find their strength again. His cum was already meeting the tops of your inner thighs, your face blushing at the feeling. You were quite literally gaping for him.

Joel cleared his throat and easily pulled his jeans back up to the top of his hips at his waist, securing his belt and zipper before he fisted your discarded, ripped apart panties.

“Oh,” you whispered a bit embarrassed at the sight of them. You had just finished pulling your shirt back onto your torso, stuffing your bra inside your purse. No way you were going to try and put that thing back on. You reached out for him to hand them over, your eyes widening as he pulled his hand away and stuffed them into his pocket.

“For safe keeping…” He trailed off, his eyes still dark as they looked down at your wide ones. Well, you weren’t getting those back any time soon. They were his now, your torn to threads black lace panties. You nodded and weakly smiled, still trying to catch your breath.

Joel walked you out, tapping his absentminded secretary’s desk to tell her to find something in both of your calendars for a future date.

“I think I can really help you work this out.” He told you on your way out.

As you left his office, you felt like everyone knew what you had just done. But for now, it was just a secret for you and your therapist, Joel.

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