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Someone please take my phone from me, this man is just AHHH

Anyways 😊

Sweet delights (Buggy x Shy!reader)

word count~ 1,150

warnings: oral(fem receiving), fingering, drugging? (kinda idk its like a sex drug or whateva)

authors note~ sorry this is getting out late, ya girl got busy with college and reading this very lovely ghost fic :) I somewhat edited and proofread but i guarantee i missed shit, so very sorry if i did. this miiiiight have a pt. 2 but idk yet, but enjoy <3

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You and buggy had always had a fun and imaginative relationship. You guys explored lots of things when it came to sexual desires. Lots can be done with a man you can physically separate parts of his body. That’s not what y’all were doing right now though.

When buggy had tortured some of his captives, he had some fun ways of doing so. Sometimes those fun ways were brought into the bedroom with y’all . One of which is where you found yourself currently all tied up in.

You were on the bed you shared with Buggy, your wrist tied to the headboard of the bed, staring at the clown himself at the foot of the bed. The way he was looking at you made it feel as if you were completly naked even though you were wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of panties.

“Aww, dont be gettin on shy on me now baby.” He smiled at you while circling to the side of the bed.

You felt very vunrable in this postions, legs closed, blushing and looking away from him. He wanted you too look at him though, he grabbed your your chin and made you look at him.

“Baby, how many times have I told you not to shy away from me?” He asked looking into your eyes and caressing your cheek.

“A lot of times.” You mumble quietly.

“So why do you keep doing it hm?” He ask, this time putting his thumb over your lip.

“I dunno.” You mumble again.

He doesnt respond to that, letting go of your face and walking to grab something from the nightside table. You watch him walk back with what looks like some kind of chocolate in his hands. You look up at him with a questioning gaze.

“This baby, is something that should make you feel very nice after a little bit. Open up.” He taps your chin, wanting you to open your mouth. Trusting him you do so. The chocolate taste normal, nice and soft, melting over our tongue. After a few chews the choclate is all gone and you open up your mouth and stick out your tongue, showing Buggy you had finished the chocolate.

“Good girl.” He smiles down at you, moving to climb onto the bed.

Buggy crawled to where your legs were crossed, placing his hand on your knee gripping it with quite a bit of force. Wanting to have what little big of control you still had since your hands were tied up, you squeezed them even harder together.

“Oh baby we aren't playing this kinda game. Open them.” His tone dripping with authority.

You listen and slowly part your legs. You turn your head to the side, embarrassed that he’s now looking straight at the wet spot that is currently drenched into the cotton of your panties. Buggy doesn’t say anything though, taking this moment to trail his hands up onto your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him.

“Looks like my treat is already working its magic.” Buggy smiles up at you. You're not really sure what he was talking about, you only felt a bit of a tingly feeling starting to bloom down there.

Buggy hooked his fingers around the side of your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs. Once they reached past your foot, he stuffeed them in the pocket of his pants. After doing that, he slid his hand back up to your spread thighs, slowly massaging as he went. All while he was doing this, you could feel yourself starting to feel very hot and breathless, your thoughts slowly becoming very fogged.

“You just sit and relax baby, I think you’re going to enjoy this show.” Buggy giggled up at you, hooking his arms around your thighs and pushing down on your stomach, making sure you stay still.

Buggy licked one long strip from the bottom of your cunt, stopping at your clit and sucking it. This made you throw your head back and pull at the ropes currently tied to your wrist. Buggy smiled at this, moving down to lick down on your cunt. You could feel his tongue moving in all sorts of ways, making all sorts of sounds come out of your mouth. At this point you think the whole town could hear what was going on in the room.

Buggy moved one of his from pushing on your stomach to down at your clit, moving in small but efficient circles. While doing so you could feel his tongue move to your hole, starting to push into you. This made you clench around his tongue and squirm around saying his name.

“Bug-“ Is all you could get out before he did one big thrust with his tongue, making you choke on your words. This makes Buggy pull away from your cunt.

“Aw, getting choked up sweetheart?” He grins at you. You couldn't respond to him, just staring at him breathlessly. He goes back down to devouring you, this time adding his fingers to the mix. He went to sucking on your clit, pushing two fingers into your cunt. This starts to push you over the edge, feeling your stomach starting to clinch up.

“Buggy I’m-“ You start to breathe out. Buggy doesn't really listen, continuing to suck and abuse your cunt. This sets you over the edge. You clench over Buggies fingers, throwing your head back and letting out a moan that you definitely know everyone could hear. Buggy pulled away from your clit, continuing to finish out your high with his fingers.

“There we go baby, all nice and easy.” He mumbles into your cunt while you start collecting your breath.

Buggy moves back from your cunt, setting back on his hunches. You felt all little with him staring at you, your juices gleaming on his chin in the little bit of moonlight coming in through the windows. You turn your head to the side, face heating up. He doesn't like that though, bending down and grabbing your face and making you look at him.

“You can’t keep looking away from me baby, don't you like lookin at me?” He questions you, keeping his face so close that his big red nose touches your nose. When you nod your head, he smiles, pushing your cheeks together and puckering your lips. His lips meet yours before your thoughts could even catch up with you. He doesn't waste any time forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself mixing with both of your guys saliva. When Buggy pulled away, he grinned at you and blushing your face. when he sat back on his hunches he made a reach for his belt, which you gave a confused look at to him for. He saw your face and just tilted his head and whispered,

“What? You thought we were done baby?”

As a woman in America today I feel so defeated

If you have an recommendations for fluff or anything soft, please send them my way that’s all I ask🫶🏻

Oh what id do for dbf Joel

I Baby, I'm Your National Anthem I 2003!DBF!Joel Miller I

Summary: You are back from college for the summer and your family happens to throw the annual Fourth of July Barbecue for your street. Your next-door neighbor and dad's best friend Joel Miller is invited—and you decide to wear a bold outfit. It definitely catches his attention.

Pairing: 2003!DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 3.3k Tags: Explicit, Smut, Age Difference, Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak, Fourth of July, DBF!Joel, Fingering, P in V Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Pool Sex, Unsafe Sex, Dirty Talk, Biting, Teasing, Making Out, Outdoor Sex, Alcohol (like two beers)

AO3 LINK // Masterlist

notes: i saw one (1) tiktok with this fucking glorious fourth of july outfit and somehow this happened. consider this fanfic to be my application to be invited to your 4th of july party next year (yes, you specifically). enjoy the filth <3 (also highly recommend listening to national anthem by lana while reading!)

The sound of the sprinklers rotating on the lawn in front of your window and the slamming of a truck door alerted you that your father was back with the last minute groceries. You quickly got up, heading out to the driveway to help carry the brown bags.

“Take those first, it’s ice cream for the kids. Don’t want it melting,” he advised as he busied himself with grabbing the cooler off the truck bed, disappearing towards the garden, the fence running along it already decorated with red, white and blue, matching the tablecloths and flags hung from the large tree in your backyard to the porch.

You had just got back from college for the summer and had been more than ready to enjoy your time off as you usually did, by lounging in the sun behind your house or going for a swim in the neighbor’s pool. The honeymoon phase of holidays, before they turned into the unavoidable boredom that followed once all reunions had been completed and, at the same time, reminded you precisely why you’d gotten out of the small neighborhood in Austin at your first chance.

The bag you’d brought home was still on the floor in your room, barely half unpacked. Sitting on top of it was the outfit you had picked out weeks ago—at the precise moment your father had called to let you know it was your family's turn to host your street's traditional barbecue on the Fourth of July.

A blue and white checkered bikini, the bottoms made of much less fabric than you’d ever seen sold in Austin. A pair of shorts that seemed barely bigger, cut low enough to give a peak of the set below—and a crop top, the words ‘Miss America’ splayed across your chest in curved, red letters, complete with two red bows attached to the straps. You were certain that, if your father still had a say in your clothing choices, this would not go—and that was precisely why it was perfect. If your father hated it, so would his best friend.

Joel Miller had been little more than your kind next-door neighbor for years—until you’d come back from college for your first break. Suddenly, you questioned how for years you’d been able to miss the way his shirt strained over his broad shoulders or the small grunts that left him when he was tinkering with his truck in the driveway.

You ignored your father’s muttered comments about your outfit as you returned to the kitchen a few minutes later and busied yourself with the last few preparations.

“It’s what all the girls at college wear.” He shook his head but stayed quiet.

Joel and Sarah arrived a little later than the other guests, greeting your father as they stepped into the backyard and you caught something about a mess-up at the construction site as the two men embraced. You turned your attention towards Sarah, who excitedly asked your opinion about her new sneakers and didn’t run off to join the other kids playing football at the far end of the backyard until you reassured her that they were indeed very cool, throwing in a comment about how you’d seen someone at University wear them—making her positively beam.

You turned towards the house just in time to see Joel’s eyes land on you. Oh boy.

His gaze trailed down your body, tracing your curves, no doubt taking in the shape of your body. It took him a few moments to snap out of it, shifting as his gaze returned to your face before he hesitantly crossed the space between you. The polite, strained expression on his face told you exactly how hard he was trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

“Back from college then?” he asked, clearly keeping the conversation light. Though you did like to think, unlike many others, that he actually wanted to know. That he cared.

“For the summer,” you responded, smiling up at him innocently, still aware of his eyes on you.

“How d’you like it?” Joel placed a hand on his hip, looking at you expectantly.

“It's good. A little exhausting sometimes. Lots of studying.” You grinned as you saw him raise a brow.

“Studying, eh?” There was something twinkling in his eyes, a certain sense of mischief you hadn't seen in him before. “That what all the kids do up there these days?”

“That and a few parties,” you admitted with a small smirk. “You know, finding the balance of life. But college boys are—”

Both your heads flew around as you heard your dad call your name and for a second, your heart felt like it stopped. You'd wanted to tease Joel by talking about college boys, not reveal your love life to your father. But clearly, he hadn't heard. “Get Joel a beer, will you?”

Joel opened his mouth—but then he shook his head. His voice sounded strained as he spoke. “Beer sounds good.”

You led him towards the cooler, reaching down to grab two bottles, handing one to him. A bemused smile played around his lips as he nodded towards the bottle still clutched in your hand. “Your old man letting you sneak beers?”

“He doesn't have to,” you said with a satisfied smirk, grabbing the bottle opener and handing it to him. “Turned twenty-one this spring.”

You could see Joel's hand shaking slightly as he opened his beer before motioning for you to give him yours and doing the same for you. “Quite the gentleman,” you mumbled, taking in the way his green flannel sat a bit too tight around his broad chest.

“You don't know half of it.”

During the afternoon, the light blue sky seemed to be celebrating the holiday as much as the people below it. The barbecue was fired up by your father, the other fathers gathering around as he explained the new, improved features, making you roll your eyes. You drifted back and forth between the adults and the children, joining the latter for a few rounds of football until the sun began to set.

Joel kept his distance and, with a slightly heavy heart, you followed his lead. He was rather quiet but still, you could see his eyes flying towards you occasionally. You began to wonder if you had miscalculated.

When the salad bowl ran low for the second time, you volunteered yourself to head inside to refill it. You had barely placed it on the kitchen counter when you felt him standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the dark wood. His eyes trailed down your form more slowly than before, leaving no doubt in your mind that the outfit had fulfilled its purpose of getting his attention.

“Quite a party.” His gaze was still not meeting yours, lingering on your chest.

“Wait until they bring out the fireworks. My dad bought enough to light up the whole street.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

Joel shook his head, a tiny smile forming on his face as he stepped forward. “Ain’t what I meant.” His hand brushed over your thigh and you sent an anxious glimpse out the window, making sure that you weren't in anyone's line of sight.

“It's a pretty bikini,” Joel mumbled, lowering his voice. His thumb was brushing over the checkered fabric where it peeked out from under your shorts. “Shame you aren't taking a swim in it.”

An involuntary breath left your throat as you felt his free hand coming up to your face, nudging your chin up slightly. You couldn't remember ever being so close to him, your brain going into overdrive as it tried to figure out which part of his face to commit to memory first. Desire burned in your core brighter than ever and between that and the beer possibly clouding your judgment, you bit your lip, sending the man in front of you a shy smile and yet abandoning all care. You'd be back to college in a few weeks. If this went wrong, you'd never have to speak to him again.

“Is that an offer?”

“Damn sure is, darling,” Joel mused, his hand squeezing your hip and you let out a small breath of relief.

You thanked all your lucky stars for the architect who had built your house some 50 years ago—and had clearly taken into account that you would one day need to sneak out the back door with your dads best friend—preferably without being seen. It faced towards the high fence that separated your yard from the Miller’s, making it feel almost too easy for the two of you to sneak off.

You hadn’t even reached the pool when you dropped your shirt and pants to the floor, making Joel whistle lowly behind you. “I was right. It is a fucking pretty bikini.” You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, his eyes still raking over your body as his clothes joined yours on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.

You’d seen him shirtless a few times. When you'd brought over something you had borrowed and he was in the pool or the one time you'd been over to help Sarah with some homework and he'd just gotten out of the shower, a beige towel wrapped around his waist. You’d felt like some fucking creep when you had recalled the sight of his naked chest, and the trail of hair leading further down, at night and slipped a hand between your own thighs, thinking that you stood no chance with the man who was frequently whispered about by the single ladies of the neighbourhood, despite rarely showing interest in them.

You lowered yourself into the water and felt it ripple around you as Joel followed. The next moment, he was beside you, pushing you towards the other edge of the pool, strong arms caging you in on either side. You could still hear the party going on behind the fence, voices and music, the smell of barbecue drifting through the air. And a few lights—tiny holes in the fence allowing them to travel through, the warm glow reflecting on the surface of the pool.

Joel growled as he nipped at your skin, hard enough that you already knew it'd leave marks. Good.

“Can't let you go back to college without something to remind you of me,” he muttered and you sucked in a breath in response, the words going straight to your core. His teeth scraped over the notch between your collarbones and you felt a moan begin to travel up your throat. Before it could escape however, Joel's hand clasped firmly over your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose as your eyes widened slightly.

“Don't want your dad hearing us, do you?” Joel muttered and indeed you could hear the voice of your father booming through the night air as he delivered some punchline to a no doubt stupid joke. You shook your head softly and that seemed to satisfy Joel because the next moment, his hand left your mouth and began to slide down your body, trailing over it the same way his eyes had earlier tonight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his index finger circle drawing shapes on your hip before slipping under your bikini, brushing past your clit and settling between your folds.

“Hard to tell in here but feels like you’re wet for me,” Joel muttered with a grin and you bit your lip, voice hoarse as you tried to keep quiet.

“Took you long enough to notice,” you teased—and the reaction was immediate. He pushed you further against the side of the pool, trapping you with his broad body.

“Watch it.” His index finger moved upwards—and the next moment, your walls were clenching around it, already begging for more. You felt a second finger drawing large circles around your clit again—when a noise on the other side of the fence made both of you pause, heads swiveling around just in time to see a football land on the lawn.

He cursed under his breath, pushing himself off you and dragging you to the end of the pool least visibly from the house. The deck was raised high enough above the water that if you squeezed yourself against the wall, you just may not be seen—especially in the dark. Once he had pushed you into the corner, he was about to follow when your eyes widened. “Joel, the clothes,” you whispered in a panicked voice.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and crossed the pool in a few strokes, climbing back onto the porch. You watched, holding your breath, as he looked around, finally locating two towels and throwing one over the mixed pile of clothes and wrapping the other around his waist. No second too late, because the next moment one of the men who had marveled at your dads new barbecue earlier strode over the lawn. “Miller, hey! What’re you doing out here?”

Even in the water, you felt your knees go weak. Joel was dripping wet, his cheeks flushed—your only hope was that the other man was either too drunk or too stupid to realize what was happening.

“Heard something thud against the wall.” You heard Joel respond. “Was just taking a shower, Tony spilled his beer all over my shirt earlier.”

The other man let out a small laugh. “Yeah, he’s wasted.” You couldn't see him from where you were standing but you heard him pick up the ball as an idea popped into your head. You shifted slightly, knowing your movement would be visible to Joel, who was still in your sight—and after a moment, you held up your bikini bottoms, smiling innocently. Joel's eyes flickered towards you for a split second—and even in the dark you could see his body tense, adjusting the towel around his waist as the veins on his neck bulged with restraint.

Footsteps told you the other man was leaving, until they paused again. His voice rang through the yard once more. To your horror, it was your name that filled the air. “Do you know where she went? Her father was looking for her I think.”

Joel's face twitched before he forced himself to smile. “No clue. Maybe calling a secret college boyfriend.”

He waited until the man's laughter had drifted away and joined with the noises of the party again before he dropped the towel, his cock straining at the fabric of his boxers.

As soon as he was back in the pool, he was upon you, cowering over you with a hard expression on his face, snatching the small piece of fabric from your hand. “Think it’s fucking funny?” He muttered, his eyes flying over your face. 

The alcohol was definitely having an effect on you because you grinned, nodding weakly. “A little bit.”

Joel actually fucking growled at that.

He made short work of your bikini top, yanking it off to gather your breasts in his large hands, squeezing slightly. “That fucking mouth of yours, darling.”

“Should shut me up,” you muttered back and his eyes briefly searched yours before his mouth was on yours. Neither of you were gentle, much too impatient for soft kisses. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his teeth grazed over your lip and you could feel the vibrations of his groans traveling right from his throat into yours.

When he broke the kiss, you whined in protest, wrapping your own arms around him to pull him closer, making him groan as his still covered cock brushed against your stomach. “Goddamn, baby, you gonna let me fuck you?”

Joel didn't even flinch when you softly bit down on his earlobe. “Like you have to ask, Miller.”

His last name seemed to do as much to him as it did to you because his hands briefly left your sides to yank his boxers down, throwing them carelessly onto the lawn behind you. “Get your ass up here,” he commanded as he hoisted you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his cock nudge at your entrance.

Joel swallowed and you could see him struggling to restrain himself. “Do you want me to go and get-”

“Got it covered,” you said impatiently before he could even finish the sentence.

“You sure?” He asked again and you nodded impatiently. And then he was finally pushing his hips upwards, his cockhead parting your lips, requesting entrance. You let your body fall into his rhythm, sinking down on him, forcing a whimper from your throat.

You barely heard the shuffling behind the fence and the voices getting more muted as the party seemed to be moved towards the street, further away from you.

“It ain’t your first time, is it, sweetheart?” Joel suddenly piped up, watching your expression carefully and you could distinctly hear the note of concern in his voice. But you shook your head.

“Told you,” you breathed out. “College boys.”

“This gonna be better than any damn college boy,” Joel mumbled, a grunt leaving his throat as he began to thrust up into you properly, driving any worry out of your mind.

“You knew what you were doing to me tonight?” He muttered, causing you to shake your head despite the fact that you knew exactly, even planned, to do it to him. You wanted to give a snarky response, something smart, but you could barely think straight with his cock nestled so deep inside of you.

“Made me hard all throughout dinner, thinking about all the things i could do with you,” Joel answered his own question before changing his angle slightly, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Fuck, doing so good for me, darling.”

“Joel—” you choked out, feeling the orgasm that had been lingering for what felt like forever now approaching rapidly. “Want you to come inside, please—”

His eyes darkened as he nodded. And then, suddenly a sparkling light reflected in his eyes—followed by a loud bang far above you. The fireworks had started.

It only took a few more thrusts and Joel's finger returning to your clit to send you rushing towards your orgasm, your fingernails scratching over his back so hard that you were certain you were not going to be the only one with something to remember tomorrow.

“Come on,” Joel edged you on. “Show me how pretty you look coming on my cock, baby.”

And you did, groaning as your body tensed, the feeling inside your stomach so similar to the exploding fireworks above, with Joel following suit, obeying your wish and spilling himself deep inside of you as you clung on to him, so content to finally, finally carry him so deep inside, the thought traveling right to your core again as he gathered you in his arms, both of you tilting your heads back enough to watch the sky above sparkle in different colors.

“Happy fourth, Joel.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Happy fucking fourth, darling.”

He gathered the clothes in his arms, whispering promises and praise as he led you up the stairs to his bathroom, having insisted to at least get you clean before letting you sneak back home. His hands brushed over your naked skin, causing you to raise a brow. “I thought we were gonna take a shower?” “Oh, I'm not nearly done with you,” Joel muttered in your ear, causing you to smirk. You reached for your clothes but Joel only gave a small tut. “You’ll get them back. Just not—” He raised the checkered bikini bottom. “This. I’m keeping that.”

thank you for reading! every time you leave a comment, a firework explodes over joel miller fucking in a pool btw :)

Made a TikTok about the last anon and people in my comments are getting heatedddddddddd

Like I came with receipts and ppl still deny that there’s any lgbtq rep in jjk. Like tf

Here the TikTok of yall care:

As a girly who struggles with insomnia, I can imagine Kento being an absolutely saint on nights you can’t sleep. He doesn’t think for one second about his own sleep, just worried about helping you and taking care of you. Kento will sit up in bed and read stories to you so that you aren’t just sitting in silence waiting for the sleep to come, or in this case not. He’ll tell you about his day at work or ask you about your day so you guys can have a nice calm conversation while laying in bed. Kento is present for you, and will always be there for you.

on a small vacation rn, might cook something up for yall (gimme stuff to write <3)

im thinkin either something with nanami orrrr toji hehe

Gonna write today and tomorrow(if I don’t get writers block ^.^) help me decide what to write my loves 🫶🏻

(You can also send something through ask if you’d like as well ^.^)

Chishiya Drabble

Chishiya 100% talks you through it.

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He’s behind you with your legs spread over his knees and one of his arms holding yours behind your back. His other arm was currently in front of you, hand at your center, fingers plunging in and out of you at a quick pace.

“Come on precious, one more for me.” Chishiya whispers into your ear, nibbling the bottom of your lobe. You had tears running down your cheeks from the overstimmulation of his fingers curling into you. You’d already had two orgasms and he was working you to a third. You couldn’t even form any words, just small babbles of sounds coming out of your mouth.

“I know you can give me another, hmm.” He spoke again, curling his fingers just right and thumbing over your clit. All you could do was throw your head back onto his shoulder and let out a loud whine, wiggling in Chishiya arms. He smirked against your neck at your struggle and just gripped your arms tighter. You knew you weren’t very far from your next orgasm. Chishiya was hitting just the right spot, curling his long fingers and rubbing your clit faster. Chishiya knew you were close from the way your walls were squeezing hard on his fingers.

It only took a few more thrust with his fingers before you were gushing around him.

“There we go precious.” You could feel him smirking against your neck, working you through your orgasm. You had your head thrown back on his shoulder letting out a loud moan while you came down from your high.

“That was a quick one precious, wanna give me another?”

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i wrote this half asleep lol