This Was Absolutely Beautiful!

This was absolutely beautiful!

Grown

AN: I am sort of going through a writing bender? A manic episode? I don't know, I just know that if I don't get it down I will lose my mind. I have been wanting to write an age-gap fic for Joel (aside from LMF) for a while but I couldn't really find the format or the idea that I could sink my teeth into. There are SO MANY good ones out there, I even had a whole other thing started but it got too intense, and making it sexual wouldn't have been true to that version of Joel, so here is what I came up with. Big thank you to @foli-vora for letting me exorcise this demon, and to @frannyzooey for putting up with my endless messages and voice notes through discord, love y'all! (this is unbeta'd and barely proofread, any and all mistakes are mine)

Joel Miller x F!reader (sex worker)

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) , language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), fingering, cream pie, one lonely little lick of his cock👅, come play sort of? dirty talk, age gap (legal), feelings of guilt, talk of sex work, some of it traumatic (no details, no violence)

Let me know if I missed anything!

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He was a risk, calculated but definitely worth it up close. He fidgeted, flexing and unflexing his hands as you moved around the tiny studio apartment. Your home, and ‘office’. You’d searched long and hard, and paid a hefty price for the soft lamps, the newish linens for your bed, the homey touches.

He shifted his weight as you put the quilt down, separating the outside world from the privacy of your sheets. Easier to clean up after too. 

“Boots off, please.” You gesture to the place by the door, and he nodded with a frown. 

“Sorry.” He groaned as he brought his foot up and for a moment you saw his age, through the pleasant features. 

“No problem, how do you want me?” You stand at the foot of the bed, naked under the well-worn, but cherished robe and for a moment he gawps. You don’t laugh, men don’t like it when you laugh. “On my back?” 

“Wait- how old are you again?” He pads over, tall and broad, obscuring the light source when he walks past it. 

“Old enough.” You smile, “come, why don’t you sit here with me?” You hold out your hand to him, and after a tense glance, he takes it and sits where you gesture. His grip is firm, but soft, years of hard work rooted in the calluses that meet your significantly softer palm. It isn’t a turn off though, he’s a man, men work hard. The real ones do, or did anyway.

“How long do I have? S’there anyone else…?” He trails off, his voice cutting off and you smile, placating. 

“You have as long as you need, tonight's all yours.” You sit beside him, and put your hand tentatively on his arm, channeling every single ounce of calm you have and pouring it into him. He’s warm and alive beside you, heat radiating off him under the soft pass of your thumb against the skin peeking out under the denim sleeve, you let the soft light, the light patter of rain outside your window work on him. He surveys the area, learning the layout of your space and you don’t interfere, you follow his gaze and try to see it all from his point of view. 

It's small, but comfortable. It’s exceedingly clean, you’d spent hours and hours making sure, back breaking hours on your hands and knees scrubbing and washing and it had paid off, no matter how sore you’d been after. There’s a little table, with two chairs, a big lumpy chair near the window, where you spent most of your time not working curled up with one of your precious books. He noticed the tiny chest of drawers, the top of it clear except for a half-full glass of water. He saw the baseball bat leaning against the wall tucked just behind it. 

“Can I get a little closer?” You scoot a little, pressing your thigh to his, turning to hold his restless arm between your breasts, your fingers intertwining with his while he got accustomed to your own warmth. Those big, callused, hard-working hands wrapped up in yours. Invitingly warm.

Some people needed a little push, sometimes they were nervous on how to start and they needed someone to get them out of their heads. Some wanted to talk, to sprawl out naked with you and get all of their thoughts out. 

Loneliness is the main malady you alleviate. 

Some didn’t want to talk at all, some just wanted you to open your legs and take, and that was okay too. Everyone had their thing. 

“This okay?” You put your linked palms on the little bit of skin poking out through the gap in your robe, your skin surrounding both sides of his hand. 

“Yeah, s’okay.” He watches the robe slip open, and his other hand joins the fray, pulling it apart to see more of your thigh. He licks his lip as more of you is revealed and you artfully let the shoulder slip, drawing his eye up to your cleavage. He pats his leg, and you get a genuine thrill, sliding over and up onto his lap. He needed no further guidance after that, now that he had permission, his body was taking over. 

His eyes were dark, focused, tracking the line of your throat when you swallowed thickly. He watched the way your breath hitched when he slid his hand up your inner thigh and found you bare underneath, his fingers slipping through the silky hair at your mound, his fingers parting your lips softly to find your slick folds. He lets out a shuddering breath at the same time you do, when his finger slips over your clit. 

“I’m too old for you, pretty.” He watches his hand between your legs, using it to spread your thighs enough to see your pussy dripping for him. 

“You don’t feel too old.” You hold onto his neck, giving him more access and your stomach drops to feel him hardening under the swell of your ass. You pull his hand from between your legs, and dip his fingers into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around them before pressing them back against your achy clit. He pulls a genuine moan of pleasure at the extra slip when he swirls around your clit nice and slow. Tortuous, and talented.

“So fuckin’ soft,” He glides his fingers down, circling your entrance but his eyes are focused on your mouth now, “bet you’re tight as a fist, aren’t you baby?” He slides two thick fingers inside and you clutch at him, more turned on by him than you’ve ever been doing this line of work.

It’s a stretch, but he works them in, pressing against your upper wall, looking for something and when he finds it you whimper in his arms. 

“Do you kiss?” You barely hear him over the blood pounding in your ears, his fingers curling inside you, and he puts more pressure on the button he’s found and you moan, lost and mindlessly enjoying the fullness. 

He presses devastatingly soft, tender kisses to your throat, completely at odds with the wet sounds of his exploration between your legs. 

“Baby, can we kiss?” He repeats it, this time with his fingers still, but stuffed deep. You press your mouth to his, humid and hot and he tastes like the good alcohol you have stashed in your cupboard. He groans and his fingers scissor inside you, squelching between your legs with every lazy pump. He traps your bottom lip between his, alternating a teasing bite to the plump of it, with deep licks into your mouth. You’ve never been kissed like this. 

“You just gonna use your fingers?” He pulls away to skim his nose down your neck, bunching the top of the robe in the splayed hand at your back to pull it down from where it hangs on your shoulder. His mouth engulfs your nipple when it falls and any thoughts that he may be too old for you seem to slip his mind because he doubles down, moaning obscenely into your skin as you leak onto his lap. 

“No, just wanna open you up, I wanna make sure this little pussy can take me.” Arousal and excitement pools in your belly. 

“What a gentleman.” You laugh, half crazed with lust for this man who just might be old enough to be your father. He smiles, drunk on the way your pussy clenches around his fingers, his spit still shining on your breast. He has a dimple, so boyish in contrast to the grey in his beard and in his hair you can’t help but love it, it suits him.

“Spread your legs a little more for me darlin’,” one hand is heavy on your hip, holding you so you can drop one leg and open up a little more, “I wanna see you come,” he speeds up, his thumb now doing tight little circles against your clit and you moan, unabashedly, “look how wet she is,” he stares between your legs “I just wanna see her come.” He hooks his fingers again and the pressure is almost too much. It only takes a few moments, his fingers pet, pet, pet and then you clench, the pleasure going off in your belly like a bomb, radiating out through your breasts, into your hips, all the way down to your fingers and toes. 

A universe contained within your body, borne of his hand.

“Fuck.” Your legs close over his hand, and he slows down but doesn’t stop, a softer, slower stroke while you catch your breath. “Let's get you outta these clothes.” you start undoing the buttons to his shirt, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, the smattering of freckles littered along his skin. He pulls his fingers out from between your legs, shiny and dripping in you and sticks them into his mouth, moaning at the tang of you. 

Undressing him is like opening a gift. His arms are strong, his biceps flexing when he all but lifts you up to stand, pulling your robe off and away from you like it’s on fire. His midsection is soft, but you can feel the strength underneath when you undo his jeans, tensing in excitement the closer you get to the considerable bulge in them. You curl your fingers around both his jeans, and his boxers, impatient to get him naked. You crouch as you pull them down, mouth watering at the size of him, hard and bobbing in front of you. The muscles in his thighs are firm, his skin so warm and you can’t help but lick a stripe up the underside of his cock on the way back up. 

He lets out a sound like he's been punched in the gut and you take it in like sustenance. 

“Don’t–I’ll come too fast if you put it in your mouth.”

You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, just as he reaches down to grab and spread the cheeks of your ass, stomach full of butterflies at the feeling of him hard and leaking against your belly. 

“But I wanna swallow it, I wanna feel it in my throat.” You pout and he lets out a shuddering breath, “Don’t you wanna fuck my mouth?” You press your lips to the hollow of his throat, your fingers slipping through the unruly, grey strands at the back of his neck. 

“Not now baby, I’m barely goin' to last as it is.” He turns you, pressing you to lay in the middle of your quilt and he’s quick to follow, fitting himself between your legs, leaning on one arm beside your skull and when he grabs his cock and gives it a few strokes, you almost can’t watch him. It’s too erotic, it looks so big in his hand, too big to fit but you know it will, he’ll make it fit. 

“Jesus Christ,” He whispers as he feeds himself inside you slowly, an inch, before pulling it out, then a little more, until he’s fucking you a little deeper each time. 

There wasn’t enough air in the room to fill your lungs, he took up every fucking drop. You’d been with other men, you’d been with women, all of them taking their pleasure from your body and most of them giving pleasure in return, this was something else. This was almost scary, the way the vision of him above you made your brain buzz and your nipples hard, made your cunt leak all over him. 

He moves up onto his knees, those big hands pull your legs up and apart, pressing the backs of your thighs into your chest, practically folding you in half to slide his cock deeper still.

He snapped his hips hard, pulling a sound you’d never made out of your mouth, again, and again, until it was a continuous babble. He watches the way his cock disappears inside the tight clutch of your cunt with every dirty roll of his hips. He sinks a little further down, and adjusts his stroke, until just the tip of it stays inside of every heavy push forward. 

This isn’t some desperate, lonely old guy looking to get his dick wet, this is a grown man, fucking you like a grown man does and you feel like a grown woman taking it. 

“Joel, baby that’s so fucking good-“ you press your hands to his chest where he leans against you. He’s focused, eyes glazed over, sweat dripping down his nose in his efforts. He shuts his eyes tight for a moment, his pace stuttering slightly and you know he’s not gonna last.

“I wanna see her come with me inside,” he whines, and you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing so you reach down and swirl your fingers around your clit while he watches, “that’s it baby, that’s it, fuck, I’m close-“ he somehow spreads you wider, the wet suck of your pussy is louder, more obscene, more erotic. 

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna-“ the orgasm strangles the words in your throat, pulsing him out but he pushes back in and you feel it all the way in your toes. 

“Fuuuuuckkk—“ he pulls out and pumps himself furiously against your mound, covering the soft patch of hair in spurt after milky spurt. It’s a lot, some has splashed onto your hip, your belly, you feel it slipping down to where you clench, empty and gaping without him filling you. 

It’s quiet for a moment after, while your blood cools, and he milks himself dry, pumping a few more times despite the over-sensitivity. 

“You got anything for me to clean you up with?” He rubs at the indents he left on the back of your thighs before unfolding you. 

“There’s a little pile of rags in that first drawer behind you.” You point to the tiny chest of drawers, and he groans when he moves up and off of you. Now that he’s emptied his balls, the signs of his age rear their heads. He groans, wincing as he bends forward to carefully wipe everything away with gentle hands. 

It’s nice to see him walk around naked, welcome, you wouldn’t mind seeing it more often, if he came back that was. 

“That was-“ he scratches at the back of his neck, passing the cloth over your belly, “that was really good.”

“I’ll say, it was better than good.” You stretch out and luxuriate like a cat in warm patch of sun, seriously debating offering him time to recover so he could fuck you again. He quirks his lip, the ghost of a smile, the confidence dulled to shy, awkward fumbling. He tosses the rag into the little basket you point to, and he begins the process of getting dressed. You get up when he’s almost done, your thighs, and what’s between already sore and pick up your robe. He’s putting his neat little stack of ration cards on the table when you finish tying it up. 

“Thanks.” He pulls his boots on, opening your door before turning back to find you right on his heels. 

“Anytime.” You smile at him, hoping it won’t be a one-time thing. He moves to step outside but you pull him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking something for your own. He kisses you back when you press your mouth to his, it's softer, his tongue sweet when it tangles with yours and you smile into the kiss when he reaches down, and grabs your ass. 

“Bye, Pretty.”

“Bye Joel.”

-

You hadn't fallen into the work, so much as slowly slid into it. The first time had been almost a dare, a challenge to yourself, a proposition made by someone and maybe your own foolish, naive need to prove that you weren’t some stupid baby. A man, an older man that had shared cleaning duty with you had come right out with it, saw you bending over to pick something off the floor and told you that he’d pay every ration card he had for a taste of that ass, as he so eloquently put it. 

At first you’d been shocked, he seemed like a perfectly bland, run of the mill survivor making his way in the QZ, but he’d been serious. You’d asked him to clarify, to repeat his words, and he had. He’d shaken his hands of the dirt and dust of the job, produced a tiny stack of much needed ration cards from a hidden pocket and held them out for you like a cold glass of water in the desert. Something inside you had recoiled, he wasn’t repulsive, but he wasn’t exactly the object of your late night fantasies. Another part though, a hidden little sliver of something jumped at the chance to have some power, some semblance of control and so without much thought to consequence, you’d taken him up on it. 

An uncomfortable fifteen minutes later, he was grunting behind you, stroking himself furiously to paint the cheeks of your ass in his come. 

Once it was done, the little part of you that had welcomed the challenge was curiously absent, and the part that had recoiled was bigger, swelling like some awful, infected limb. But you had rations enough to stop working for a few days, and that took some of the repulsion away. 

It was a while before you did it again. It was a while before you saw the man again, maybe part of you, that ever-present bit of self-preservation urged you to avoid him but he eventually found you again. This time you turned him down, and he hadn’t pressed, but he’d told others. Other men who seemed to sniff you out, some of them older, and less diplomatic and those you told to fuck off. Some of the younger ones though, closer to your age looking for the experience, some of them you took in, with the strict promise to never tell anyone unless they wanted to never see you again. Those experiences were better, less traumatic. 

After that it seemed like things came together, you had a steady string of people who took you seriously and paid up front. 

The first woman had been a girl of around your age, she’d heard from a friend of a friend, carefully and strategically keeping the source to herself. You’d never really given it much thought but once you did it seemed only natural, women got lonely too, and there was nothing about her that you didn’t understand. So you accepted her, took her rations and gave her as much of yourself as you gave the men. 

It’d taken time to establish yourself, to find the regular people you let into the circle, it was all much easier now. With the exception of Joel, you hadn’t taken on someone new in a while, but he made you glad you did.

-

His hands always shake before it starts. 

It’s a light tremble, a couple of fingers in his left hand and you aren’t entirely sure if it’s an injury, or a sign of nerves. He’s hard of hearing in one ear too, his right. You hadn't picked up on it at first but once you do, it makes sense. He tilts his head to the right a tiny bit, turning his good ear towards your mouth. It doesn’t bother you. 

He was older than the rest, that did bother him, but never enough to stop visiting. He dragged it out sometimes, made himself wait, avoided you, but whether it took him a week or a month, he came back. 

“Hi Joel.” You smiled to see him standing at the threshold, fingers twitching by his side, his hair a mess, a small bundle in his grip.

“Hi.” He doesn’t smile back, he’d waited too long, the frown practically tattooed on. He puts the bundle down on the dresser after kicking off his boots, and doesn’t mention it. 

It’s dark outside, later than you usually let anyone come see you but for him you make exceptions. His hands keep rubbing at his thighs, his eyes darting around, you let him settle for a moment, get his bearings before jumping into anything, it’s a dance and you both have your steps. 

“How do you want me?” You finally break the silence once he sits on the quilt. He looks up at you, but doesn’t answer right away, his eyes fall to your cleavage, then down to your waist where the robe is cinched, then further still to your hips. You move closer, until you stand between his spread thighs. 

“Hm? Wanna fuck me on my back? Or should I get on my hands and knees?” You thread your fingers through his hair, slicking it back as best you can, he shudders at your words and at the feeling of your hands on him, putting up his usual show of shame at being here with you, at being older. “Should I get on my knees right here and suck your cock?” His hands land on your hips, his face pressing against your sternum, robe parting enough for him to press his lips to the valley between your breasts.

“You’re too fuckin’ soft, way too fuckin’ pretty to be lettin’ me touch you.” He always does this, has to make it known that you shouldn’t let him do this, that he shouldn’t want you like this. It never stops him, he opens the robe and pushes it off to fall on the floor regardless of his words and moans into the skin of your breast where he nuzzles like a cat.

“Prettiest thing I ever saw.” His mouth laves at one pert nipple, then the other, leaving them hard and shiny when he trails his kisses down to your belly. 

All day you’ve thought about him here, getting to have him to yourself, opening you up and molding you to fit him like a glove, making you see stars like he always does. And all day you’ve felt that slow simmer of arousal, that steady ache to bloom and gape for him, both soft and obscene. The constant excitement of anticipation. His mouth on your nipples only served to turn it up to an inferno, turning you to liquid for him. 

“But I like when you touch me.” You scratch at his scalp, pressing his face into your skin, “I like it when you fuck me, you make it so good, much better than anyone else.” You flatter him, but you don’t lie to him. You’ve learned to be impartial to your experiences, sex is work. As fun as it can be with some of them, it’s all a means to an end, you need to eat and so you do what you have to do. You are also realistic about him, he is not your boyfriend, he’s not your partner, he barely gives you a second glance on the street but in here, he’s your favourite. He fits you better than anyone and anything, and as much as you hate to admit it, you need him as much as he needs you.

He takes in the words, believes them and relishes them. 

“How do you want me, Joel?” You pull his face up, bending down to kiss him before he can answer and his desperation comes through. His tongue is insistent, his kiss almost violent. 

“I want you here-“ he pats the bed, before getting up to take his clothes off. You help him, both of you working efficiently until he’s as naked as you are. His cock is already hard, the tip of him pearly with his own want despite any and all notions of impropriety. 

His body always betrays him. 

He gets you on your back, but he doesn’t lay on top of you, rather beside you. He doesn’t let you turn to face him, he wants it like this, his body curling around yours to be able to see it spread out for him without himself in the way. 

“Open up for me, s’good, just like that.” He takes the thigh closest to him and drapes it over his hip, positioning himself to enter you from underneath. He lifts his head, showcasing his core strength to watch as he brings his cock to the open mouth of your cunt, sliding in without so much as a warning. You feel exposed, spread open and bare under his eye and it only heightens the experience, cracking something open inside of you. 

His hips push and pull slowly, lazily at first despite how fucking hard he is but doesn’t last. The sight in front of you there, breasts bouncing with every snap, is too much for him. With one hand free, he strums and plucks at your nipples, opening up the dam between your thighs to ruin the quilt underneath. 

His other hand isn’t idle though, it slips down, grabbing onto the plush of your ass, holding you in place hard enough to bruise. 

“That feel good?” He watches you leak all over him, and knows it does but he wants to hear it anyway. 

“Yes- Yes Joel–” You moan, turning to watch his face. 

“This little cunt goin' to come for me? I wanna see her come, I wanna feel her choke my dick.” He surges forward, swallowing the moan from the source before speeding up. His cock strokes, strokes, strokes and you feel the warmth blooming in your core, spreading like a wildfire through your hips, the release so close you can almost taste it, you whine and he shushes you, his voice soft despite how depraved you feel with his cock kissing something sacred inside of you. 

You roll your hips to meet his thrusts and sweat builds in your hairline and at the back of your neck, collects and slips where your skin and his meet.

“I know baby, I know, I can feel her, she wants to come doesn’t she?” His lips press against your cheek, his words warm against your skin. His lips are so soft, so plush as he pants into your face, goosebumps cover your body. You nod against him, mouth open in a silent scream when he adjusts his angle slightly. 

He’s no longer able to form complete sentences, his words are reduced to a repeated chant of yeah baby, yeah baby, right there, right there huh? Barely formed questions for the answer you know he already knows and then his fingers are in your mouth, stretching out your lips, holding your mouth open in a filthy, yet pale imitation of what his cock is doing.

You drool, and you don’t care but it’s what he wants, he takes it from your mouth and slides it over your clit and it’s like he’s pressed the nuclear codes in your body. 

You want to curl into yourself, but you can’t, his grip tightens, painfully, holding you to take and take and take his cock until he bursts inside you like a ripe berry. His groan is almost more obscene than the act, his groin pressed up against you tight, pressing himself deeper than ever to paint your cervix in his come. 

“Fuck–” He presses the word to your cheek, sliding his sweat soaked face down your neck, to your shoulder. He pulls out after a moment, and you feel him leak out of you. He moves to hover over you, pulling one nipple into his mouth to taste before the blood has cooled, and then the other. He isn;t done yet though, he kneels between your spread legs, inspecting the mess he’s made of your pussy, a self satisfied look on his face. 

“Gonna dream about this, while I’m gone.” He lifts your legs, pressing them up and open and slips two fingers deep inside to push his come back in and as you moan at the act, you cannot help but wonder where that worried, too-old Joel is right now. 

“Prettiest little cunt.” He says it to himself, rubbing his mess into the sensitive walls of your sex like a balm. 

He licks his fingers after, tasting the combined flavours of both of you. Your heart almost can’t take it. 

Once he’s dressed, and you have gained enough strength to get up and put your robe on he’s almost back to his shy self. 

“I have the rations here, but I brought somethin’ else.” He gestures to the little bundle he’d left on your dresser, “I found it, thought you might like it.” He opens it, and it’s a can of peaches. 

“Oh!” You’re genuinely taken aback. 

“You ain’t allergic right?” He frowns, and you smile, something soft spreading through your chest that has nothing to do with the sex you just had.

“No, I’m not allergic. Thank you Joel, I am really excited for this.” You ignore the soreness between your legs and close the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips in thanks. 

“Well alright then.” He frowns again, and it’s not shyness you see on his face now, it’s awkwardness, it’s a man who doesn’t know how to be soft, but is trying his hardest. 

“Bye Pretty.” He lingers at the door, devouring you with his eyes and even though he was still dripping out of you, you felt naked and exposed, open and spread out for his gaze. 

“Bye Joel, don’t wait too long to come see me again okay?” You press yourself against him, the soft lines of you tucked tight against the hard angles of him. He gifts you with a rare smile but doesn’t respond, save for a toe curling kiss at your threshold before he’s gone. 

Hours later, when your body is truly sore and spent, you lay in bed with a book, eating the peaches he brought, and wonder idly what he’ll bring next time. 

-

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Wow. Way to call me out that like.

@mothandpidgeon nothing like doom scrolling and then this pops up 🤣😂

you know whats wayyyyy easier than writing? scrolling through tumblr for hours and hours and tangentially thinking about your WIPs but not Actually working on them

Holy shit this is beautiful!!!!

Welp… know what I want for my next birthday 🥵🥵🥵

Birthday Babes

joel x f!reader x f!oc

Description: Joel planned a weekend trip for your birthday, but you have a surprise of your own to add to the plan.

Note: this is a self-indulgent FFM one-shot birthday wish that unfortch did not come true irl, but now it can live forever on the world wide web.

Dedicated to @gothcsz for being a part of my threesome agenda, and for the encouragement. Thanks to @clawdee as well for ur time and eyes.

Tags/warnings: pwp, smut, piv, double blowjob, oral for everyone!, established relationship, FFM threesome, college friend unicorn trope, f!oc has minimal physical descriptions, so choose your fav hot lady to be ur third, it is all pretty soft and sweet?, light dom/switch f!oc tone bc I have to be telling that man what to do a lil bit at least, if i missed something important I'll add

other works: here

WC: 5.3k

Monday morning you rolled over in bed with a sparkle in your eyes and a grin pushing your cheeks up. The sun beaming through the bedroom window casts a glow onto your soft, sleep-warmed skin. Of course, Joel is already awake next to you. You stretch like a cat and look into his eyes. You cannot stop the smirk pulling at your lips from your burgeoning idea. He definitely notices, and he’s definitely gonna ask about it. 

“What is that look for?” Joel rasps with his gravelly morning voice as he reaches out for you. His warm hands ghost over your body gently. Sliding over your soft skin. Until they aren’t. Until he has a firm grip.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about–hey!” you squeak as he pulls you on top of him. You bury your face in his chest, hoping that if you avoid his eyes, he won’t be able to read you like a book. 

“Seems like you’re up to somethin’,” he chides softly to the top of your head. Fine, you think. You sit up, planting your hands on his warm chest, and slowly grind down against his morning wood. Two can play at this game. 

“It feels to me like you’re the one up,” you squint at him and hear a groan rumble in his chest. His hands slide down to your hips, guiding you devastatingly slowly up and down over his sleep-warmed body, forcing his mouth to part slightly.

“And I think y’might like it,” he drawls, “think you’re also trying to distract me instead of answerin’.” Ugh. He reads you so well that it’s almost annoying. You’re mostly confident he’ll be into your idea, but there’s a little voice of worry in the back of your mind that won’t shut up. He might not want to share. You hope that voice is wrong. Joel’s never controlling, but you do love it when his possessive streak comes out in bed. When he gets that wild look in his eyes and wrecks you until the only thoughts you have left and the only words you can both speak are mine and yours like a holy chant. 

Even worse, he might think you aren’t fulfilled with him. As if that could ever be true. 

You’re lost in these thoughts, brows furrowed and Joel doesn’t miss your expression and holds you still against him. 

“What is it, darlin’?” he asks in his low baritone, pulling you back to the present. You’ve got to figure out the logistics first, you decide, hoping to buy yourself a little time. 

“Can you, uh, take a half day on Friday?” 

“Baby, I’m the boss. What’s going on?” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you assure, “Tommy said it might be a slow week, and I, uh, was thinking maybe we’d head to the city a day early?” 

“We can do that. You got a particular reason?” His face relaxes. You can feel the nerves fluttering in your stomach. 

“I may have an idea for Friday night,” you try to hold a neutral face. He runs his thumb across his lower lip, appraising your features. He’s definitely wondering why you aren’t spilling. 

“It’s your birthday weekend,” he muses, “you’re not supposed to be planning the surprises.” He shakes his head lightly. You can see the gears turning as he wonders if he missed something when planning your weekend trip to the city. It had been your idea, but he took the reins. He booked the hotel you’d stayed at on your first weekend away together. He told you some of his plans and said there would be a surprise once you were there. Having a man so confident and considerate care for you makes your heart swell for him. 

“Your plans are perfect,” you punctuate with a chaste kiss and lay back on his chest. “I have to confirm a couple more details, and then I promise I will fill you in.” He sighs lightly but seems to accept that’s all the detail he’ll get for now. 

“You’ll fill me in,” he repeats back to you. 

“Mhmm,” you hum into his neck, confirming. 

“Gonna fill you in,” he grumbles, flipping you both over. 

You giggle underneath him and do your best to sound sultry, “Yeah, baby, fill me up,” you tease at him like he won’t destroy you. 

He laughs with his whole body, then with his voice so low it’s like it’s scraping over asphalt, he says, “Don’t worry, I will.” 

………

You confirm your plans with Honey that afternoon and add an extra night to your hotel reservation. You’re a bit giddy at the idea of seeing her. You got along so well as roommates during your college days. 

You spend the rest of your day off struggling to focus on one thing at a time. 

After dinner that night, you offer to grab another beer for the both of you. You trail back from the kitchen, announcing you have something you want to talk about. 

He takes a sip from his bottle and gives you a nod to continue. You sit next to him on the couch. 

“You remember my friend, Honey, from college?” You ask plainly. 

“Sure,” he nods again. He recalls meeting y’all at a dive bar when she was in town once. He had found you both gossiping about your former college friends and embarrassing yourselves at pool. 

“You remember how we have the same birthday?” You press on. 

“Right,” he pauses for a second, “y’all would have joint birthday parties when you lived together,” he recalls. 

“Right.” Knowing he pays attention to the details of your stories causes you to smile. “Well, the parties weren’t the only thing we shared,” you stare into his eyes. 

“Baby, what are you saying?” 

You tell him how you and your friend Honey would occasionally hook up, sometimes just the two of you, sometimes threesomes with Honey and her date or yours. It was always casual, and you and her were just good friends. 

He nods along at your information. He knew you had been with women and men in the past. He’d never pressed you for specifics or details. He never felt the need to linger on the past when he had you in his arms now. He notices you seem to be rambling, like you’re getting nervous. 

“Where are you goin’ with this, darlin’?” he interrupts your chattering. 

“Honey’s gonna be in the city this weekend,” you say. “Well, actually, I invited her to have birthday dinner with us on Friday.” 

“And y’wanted me to know your history,” he drawls in his warm voice. 

“Not quite,” you counter. You shift closer to him and place your hand on his thigh, comforting yourself more than him with the gesture. 

“Joel, you’re the only man I want,” you swallow, trying not to rush and mix up your words. He’s watching you so intensely now. “But there’s just something about fucking a woman...” 

“Don’t I know it, baby,” Joel chuckles. 

“I was thinking, maybe after we have dinner on Friday, Honey could come up to our room? ”

“You want me to watch you fuck your friend for your birthday surprise?” He asks genuinely. 

“No, Joel,” you shake your head. “I want you to fuck me while I fuck her. Maybe a few other positions, too.” 

You see the way his eyes darken. Your throat still feels dry. He covers your hand, which had been anxiously rubbing circles on his knee, with his own. 

“Baby, were you nervous to propose a threesome for your own birthday surprise?” He asks with a hint of a tease. 

“Maybe a little nervous.” 

He lifts your hand and kisses the delicate skin on your inner wrist. “Anything you want,” he says like it’s a promise. 

“Yeah?” 

He leans in to nip at your ear before affirming with a yes. You let out the breath you were holding and relax your shoulders. Then he drags your hand, still covered by his, up his thigh until you’re gripping his stiffening cock through his jeans, and you let out a little gasp. 

“Why don’t you describe more of the details you’ve been envisioning?” he murmurs. 

“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” you giggle. 

“You could tell me you wanna fuck a tree for your birthday, and I think it’d still turn me on,” he quips. 

“I’d rather climb you like a tree,” you reply, swinging your leg over his lap to straddle him on the couch, “but I’ll keep that in mind.” 

………

Honey gets into town late on Friday but joins you and Joel just in time for after-dinner cocktails at the hotel. He watches as you animatedly catch her up on life. Your bright expressions and smile captivate Joel, and you feel giddy and at ease between Joel and Honey. You tease them both,  leaning into each of them when you laugh, running your hands along their arms and thighs. 

You suggest a second round of drinks for the table, and you can’t stop yourself from starting to rile them both up. You’re telling Honey how much you love her dress when you cup your hand to her ear and whisper how you think it’ll look better on the floor. She laughs and playfully swats at your arm. You pull Joel in close, confiding breathily into his ear that you can’t wait to be choking on his cock while you ride Honey’s face. 

His drink almost comes out of his nose at that. 

“You are a filthy little minx,” he chides. You toss your head back in laughter. 

Honey shoots Joel a wink and declares, “She’s laughing now, but it’s two against one, and she’s gonna be begging us for mercy when we get our revenge.” 

He flashes a crooked smile back and retorts, “You might be onto somethin’ Honey.” 

………

You pull them both into the room, dashing towards the bed, and spin around to face Joel. 

“You wanna watch first?” You tease, trying to sound as sultry as possible. 

His piercing gaze roams up your body, and before he can answer, Honey presses her chest into your back. She firmly grasps your hip with one hand and your shoulder with the other, holding your fully clothed body still on display. You feel a rush from being held in her possessive grip like an offering for Joel to appraise. 

“He’s going to do more than watch, sweet thing.” her voice is syrupy and low next to your ear. You feel a tiny shiver in your core, and the air in the room feels electric. 

She locks eyes with Joel, and he nods but still makes no move to touch you yet. Her hands slide over your body until she’s gripping your breast in one hand and cupping your clothed cunt in the other. 

“I think she got us all worked up, just like she wanted, with her little show at the bar,” she continues, talking to Joel like you’re not even in the room, and for some reason, that really does it for you. “I think she enjoys being a tease, thinking she’s in control,” she rasps and squeezes your breast so hard you gasp and arch in her arms. 

You’re starting to squirm, and Joel notices immediately. 

“Are you feeling needy, baby?” he coos.  

All you do is hum back at him. How are you feeling this wrecked, and they’ve barely done anything to you? 

“Use your words, baby girl; he asked you a question,” Honey grips your jaw, pointing your face to Joel’s. 

“Yes, I need you. Both,” you breathe out. 

“Good girl,” Honey whispers into your ear. “You think you can follow directions?” she asks, and you agree with a yes. 

She then looks at Joel. He’s been a little quieter than usual all night, but you can see the ferocity in his eyes and the tension in his muscles as he tightens his fists. 

“And you?” She tilts her head and looks at him. “Can you take directions?” 

You can’t suppress the way you grin at him. He’s always been willing to let you have a taste of control, and he’s not immune to praise, but usually, you let him drive. It’s too hard to stay lucid once his cock is splitting you open. 

You’re about to encourage him, assure him she’ll take care of both of you—when you see his clenched fists relax. “Yes, ma’am,” he rumbles, nodding again. 

Honey reaches past you to cup his cheek. “I just knew you’d be a good boy for us,” she purrs. 

“Mmm,” he rumbles in his chest. 

Between their bodies, you are practically buzzing. 

They pass you between them, pulling your clothes off and allowing you to strip theirs off as well. Their skin against yours has you glowing and panting softly. You think this must be what it feels like to be worshipped. 

The differences between them are intoxicating. 

Joel’s body is firm, and he holds you stable. His touch is gentle and reverential, running his large hands over your body and pressing open-mouthed kisses over every bit of skin he can access. He keeps you anchored. 

Honey’s body is plush and soft. Her curves press into you like you could mold perfectly to fit each other's forms. Her touch, though, is sharp and precise. Her fingers pinch and squeeze at you. She sinks her teeth into your flesh and decorates your body with little red marks and fresh bruises. 

She moves to assess Joel and pauses. “Baby,” she drawls, “you didn’t warn me that your man has such a pretty cock.” 

You hum and agree, “It’s perfect.” And you watch as she trails her deft hands around his body, moving devastatingly close to the base of his cock. She teases her fingers through the dark patch of curls. You’re mesmerized by the glistening precome on his rosy tip. As you reach out to touch it, she grabs your wrist to stop you and observes how you both tense up. 

“Eager,” she remarks, then directs Joel to stand still. She gets two pillows and orders you to kneel on one in front of him as she does the same next to you. “We’re going to show your man how grateful we are that he wanted to share you tonight,” she informs you. 

Joel seems to scowl, and Honey laughs. It’s serene for you to relax between the two of them. To let Honey lead and to give yourself over to both of them. 

“Oh, I’m sure you’re such a good boy that you must always insist your lady gets attention first,” her tone is somehow praising and condescending at the same time. “But I’m gonna need you to be relaxed enough to destroy her all night, and I doubt this cock will be out of commission for long,” she winks. 

Then you’re both kissing, licking, and sucking at his cock with fervor. Toungues and lips slide all over, and lewd, wet noises fill the room. 

“Oh, fuck,” Joel exhales, causing you to moan lasciviously. You’re pressing your thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing between your legs. The heat and want are coursing through your whole body. Joel’s low grunts and Honey’s lilting moans swirl into your ears. 

You watch Honey take him deep enough that she starts to tear up, and you pull her back and towards you. Pressing your glossy lips into each other and slipping your tongue into the heat of her mouth. An idea all but possesses you, and you move to whisper it in Honey’s ear. 

Joel can only blink in awe as you stare up at him, doe-eyed with swollen lips. 

Honey relays your plan in an assertive tone. 

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he breathes and strokes the back of your head. The shifting power dynamics are intoxicating. You love seeing his brain short-circuit when you reveal another filthy desire. 

“Say it,” Honey demands. 

He glances between your faces before holding your eye contact. “M’gonna come on both your tits and watch you lick it off,” he says in that deep voice that makes your head feel fuzzy. It’s your idea, but seeing the look on his face is nearly enough to call the night a success. His awe and desire always turn you on and keep you going.  

You bring him to the edge quickly with your mouth like a furnace around his cock. 

“So close, baby, fuck,” he urges you off of him. You lean into Honey, as close as you can, and both of you are pushing your breasts up like an offering to him. 

“Please, Joel, I need it,” you beg, sending him over the edge, until he’s painting your skin. You watch until his fist stills, enamored with how his mouth is parted and his chest is heaving. It never stops giving you a wicked little thrill whenever you see his composure slip for you. 

You turn to Honey to lavish attention to her come-coated chest with gentle bites and sucking. You revel in grasping her soft skin and licking a trail from the valley between her breasts and up the side of her neck. Her moans feed your ego and you move with energy. 

Joel is undeniably transfixed by you, he can’t help but run his fingers up your spine until he’s gently cradling the back of your neck as you work. He watches as you give Honey a deep, possessive kiss before she reverses the path you just made across her body. She kisses down your neck and chest, cleaning you up and sucking your taut nipples into her wet mouth one at a time. The sensation pulls at your core, and you’re gasping when she releases you from her mouth with a soft pop. Their rapt attention keeps you buzzing. 

“You’re next,” Honey declares, pulling you with her. She sits on the edge of the bed and orders you onto her lap, her chest pressing into your back. She spreads your legs wide, putting you on display for Joel. You wonder if that’s why it works so well with her. Honey always enjoys showing you off like it fulfills both her exhibitionism and voyeurism kinks at once. 

“Look at you,” Joel murmurs. 

She orders him to kneel in front of you. His shining cock softening between his legs makes you salivate. It hangs heavily, tempting you even with your jaw still aching and his taste still on your tongue. He looks so fucking good. 

“Yeah, he does,” Honey agrees in your ear. Whoops, maybe that thought was out loud. “Tell him, sweet thing,” she urges you. 

“Joel, you look so fucking good,” your voice is a little hoarse. You can see the pride in his eyes, and you know you’re reflecting it right back at him. 

“Good girl,” Honey coos at you, and your body trembles on her lap. 

She skates her hands down your body and parts the swollen lips of your cunt with her fingers as if you weren’t already spread open obscenely. Joel’s intense gaze from his position at eye level with your glistening pussy as you feeling like a live wire.

“What do you see, Joel?” Honey asks. 

“She’s so needy, Honey,” he muses, “She’s fuckin’ dripping.”

You feel yourself clench at the sound of his voice. 

“Please,” you whine at both of them. 

“Joel’s gonna fix it, sweet thing,” Honey’s voice soothes behind you. “No fingers, yet,” she tells Joel and he repeats it back. 

“Lick,” she commands, and he does. 

The first press of his hot tongue against your pulsing cunt nearly makes you sob. He’s so meticulous, dragging his tongue from your fluttering hole up to your clit over and over. You’re already so close. You whine and moan unabashedly, and like a call and response, he groans back into you. The vibrations of his voice have you rolling your hips, and the delicious friction of his scruffy bearded face makes you dizzy. 

“Suck,” Honey commands next, and he obeys. His plush lips encircle your clit, and he sucks and teases with the tip of his tongue. 

That launches you into your first orgasm. Everything is blinding white like you’re watching the birth of the stars. He keeps working you through it as your muscles contract and pulse. 

“That’s it, Joel,” Honey praises, and he pulls back to give you a moment to return to earth. 

“Blow,” She commands next, unphased by the way your chest heaves in her grasp. 

Joel blows a stream of cool air over your sensitive clit, and you shiver and gasp. 

“Two fingers,” is her next order. And you’re so drenched they slide right into you. 

You gasp again as he curls his fingers, stroking them against a devastating spot inside of you. He obeys Honey’s orders and brings you to orgasm over and over again. With his mouth, his fingers, and with his fingers inside you and hers circling your clit. She praises you for taking it so well, for the sounds you make when you come, and she tells you you can handle it repeatedly. She praises Joel for being so obedient, so good for both of you, and she assures him you can take more. Before you’re entirely boneless, she slides you off her lap into Joel’s on the floor and the pillows from earlier. 

She commands you both to wait there, and he cradles you tenderly. Honey brings you both water and lets you catch your breath. 

“Your legs still work?” she asks, and you confirm. “And your cock?” she asks Joel, and the two of you confirm. His erection has been prodding into you since he pulled you into his lap. 

“Good. It’s my turn,” she smiles at you. “Joel’s going to fuck you while you make me come, baby girl.” 

“Fuck,” you sigh with a soft whine.

“Hands ‘n knees, baby,” Joel guides you into position in front of him. Honey perches at the edge of the bed. She watches as you wet your lips and adjust your position between her thighs. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth hangs open when Joel slides through your folds and presses into your sensitive clit as he coats his aching cock in your slick. His mouth is parted just like yours, as he pauses, just resting against your entrance. You whine at that. He looks up through heavy-lidded eyes, waiting for Honey’s approval to keep going. 

She sighs softly and remarks, “You two are so fucking hot together it’s kind of stupid.” 

Joel’s brow furrows, and you giggle. 

“He’s good,” you smile at Honey, “you should feel for yourself. But, for the record, I think you and I look pretty hot when you ride my face like I’m your toy.” 

“Jesus, baby,” Joel mumbles behind you. He usually has so much to say in the bedroom, but tonight, you seem to render him speechless. 

“Oh, you are so right,” she says with bright eyes, “that’s why you’re such a good girl–it’s that filthy mouth!” 

With that, Joel chuckles, “Ain’t that the truth.” 

You shoot him an unserious glare over your shoulder. “Hey, you love this filthy mouth,” you quip at him. 

“Sure do,” he smirks, “for more than one reason.” His hands glide over the smooth curves of your ass and he spreads you open, marveling at the sight of desperately trying to suck him in deep. 

Honey curls forward to cup your jaw in her hand. “Look at him, babe.” You strain your neck, twisting to see the expression on Joel’s face. “You see what you do to him? Your big, strong man?” Your moan is nearly a purr between them, and you feel almost like their pet. Joel’s firm grip anchors you, but Honey’s floaty touch keeps you so sensitive. It’s torture to feel them both so close, but to not have one of them inside of you. “Does he fill you up just right?” she wonders aloud and you hum in agreement. That gets Joel’s attention and he lets out a soft snort. 

“Fill her up til she forgets how to run her mouth,” he quips. 

“Oh, that’s no good,” Honey declares, causing you both to shoot her a curious look. “I need this mouth,” she lilts, “I’ve missed these perfect lips.” She slips a finger into your mouth and you instinctively suck at her finger. 

“Joel?” Honey asks waiting for him to peel his eyes away from where your cunt is trying to swallow him before she continues, “give it to her.” You don’t see the look that passes between them. Joel anchors his hands on your hips and fills you in one smooth motion. At the same time Honey tugs your head until your loose lips latch onto her clit. It’s that overwhelming moment when you know. You’re theirs. Completely at the mercy of the two of them. Your heart melts a little at that for some reason. 

Before you can get too mushy about being sandwiched between Joel’s cock and Honey’s cunt, your mind goes blank. Joel saws into you, forcing you to spill loud moans directly into Honey’s tender skin. You do your best to give Honey everything you know she loves. She leans back and her sweet noises egg you on. Until you feel Joel’s thighs pressing against you and adjusting to an angle that has his cock pounding into something devastating inside of you.

You know they’re both above you, speaking, but you’re gone. Drowned in the pleasure that rips through you when you come. When you lose the ability to concentrate, Honey holds your head and grinds against your tongue, using you. Stars flash behind your eyes, mouth hanging open pathetically. 

Your auditory processing slowly returns, and you can hear Joel. He’s slowed down, curling over you. 

“Stay with us baby,” his low voice tickles in your ear and when you whimper in response he leans back up.

“Oh, she’s still in there,” Honey confirms for you as you come up for air, looking wrecked.

“I can take it,” you gasp. 

“Can’t have you disappointing our guest, baby,” he tuts, “so needy, you can’t even think once you get what you want, hmm?” Oh. There he is. 

You know your shining face is heating up. 

“Keep going,” Honey hums, “I could come just watching.” 

“You hear that, baby?” he ramps up, pounding into you again, forcing the air from your lungs. He’s relentless. Teasing you with his words and sending you right back into another orgasm that echoes throughout your body while Honey watches and comes on her own fingers at the sight of your fucked out expression. 

They’re delicate with you as you recover. When you’re all on the bed, you ask to watch, you want to see Honey’s face when she sinks onto Joel’s cock. It’s as breathtaking as you imagined. You stare in awe at her bouncing form until your skin buzzes with need again. Joel urges you to ride his face, and when you try to hover above him, he yanks on your thighs like he’s happy to suffocate beneath you as you fumble to get your hands on Honey. 

It feels like hours and seconds pass interchangeably. Your lovers constantly focus on you and your pleasure until you’re a whimpering, oversensitive mess. Their teamwork undoes you repeatedly, and you’d think they worked on a special ops team together or something with the finesse they have in arranging you, teasing you, and flooding your senses. 

Most intoxicating of all is still the difference between them. 

Joel is so sincere, direct, and determined to give you everything. You can feel it. He wants to ruin you with strength. His body overwhelms you. He gives you every ounce of him. All for you, fill you, breathe you in, watch you collapse like he’s so deep it’s pushing you into transcendence. 

Honey wants to ruin you with your own body. She brings you to earth-shattering orgasms that have you sobbing and grasping for anything to tether you. She also gives you gently rolling orgasms, they start with waves of pleasure and stack until you cannot tell when they begin or end. The content, blissful state leaves you feeling like a puddle. You think it’s sweet, the way she melts you and praises you, but it’s so saccharine you don’t even realize her true intentions. 

She works you into an overstimulated mess of pleasure beyond what you thought you were capable of while Joel holds you firm and soothes you with his voice and strong hands. You can barely handle Honey’s fingers caressing your skin or even her eyes roving over your glossy curves when she lets you rest. 

But she decides you’re not done. You trust her. She speaks softly to Joel before she rolls lazily on her side to watch. He kneels between your legs. No matter how many mundane mornings you share with him, there’s something incredibly torrid about the sight of Joel, naked, and hard for you. His open expression and the overt physical evidence of his desire for you stir an insatiable need within you. You can’t help the way you reach for him, and he gives easily, kissing you until you’re out of breath. 

You break apart and turn your head to see Honey’s lazy smile. 

“Fill her up, Cowboy!” she teases, miming throwing a lasso at the two of you. 

You laugh airily until Joel starts to draw the head of his cock through the pool of arousal coating your sensitive cunt. 

“You want more, baby?” he asks genuinely, concerned you might be too sore.

“Please,” you consent. There’s an ache you’ll feel tomorrow, but an even stronger ache begs to have him deep inside of you. He gives you what you want. Slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside of you, until he’s braced against your pelvis, just rocking into you. The curls at the base of his cock rub against you just right. It’s tender and gentle until you need more and you dig your nails into his shoulder blades and plead. He draws back, nearly removing himself from your warm, wet walls, before slamming into you powerfully. He doesn’t slow down until your knees are shaking and you’re chanting at him to come inside of you. He does, stilling his hips against you and you breathing heavily in your ear. 

“Yeah, that’s what she wanted,” Honey says in a low whisper before she gives you a soft kiss against your sweaty temple. 

You feel delirious and weightless. 

She leaves you with Joel, demanding you stay in his arms while she showers. You’re all smiles as you breathe against him. You check in with each other, but he already sees it in your eyes, you glow. 

Then she draws a bath for the two of you. Joel washes your skin and speaks softly while you can only sigh with contentment. 

When Honey reveals she has her own room across the hall, you don’t hesitate to ask her to stay with you and Joel. Even better, though, she convinces you all to don robes and shuffle across the hall to sleep in her bed with the clean sheets. You know it has to be late, or maybe technically early, but no matter how tired your body will be in the morning, you feel like a part of your soul will feel rested. 

In bed, you feel safe between the two of them. They lay alongside you like your sun and moon; Joel’s broad, firm chest keeping you grounded and her plush, warm curves nestled against you like like heaven. 

You sigh from deep in your chest, feeling content. Joe’s hot breath tickles you as he whispers a sleep-woven “Happy Birthday, baby” into your ear, pressing his chest into your back on your sides. 

You cradle Honey’s face in your palm and smile into her eyes. “Happy birthday to you, too.” 

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I'LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN (Dieter Bravo x f!reader) Masterlist

FANDOM: The Bubble / Dieter Bravo

READER: Adult female. Non-American citizen. Film actress. No other physical descriptors; no use of y/n.

RATING: M 

No Minors Please: My work is 18+. I will respectfully ask minors to turn away to protect themselves and me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: You’ve landed the role of a lifetime and the only thing that threatens to ruin it is having to share the screen with Dieter fkn Bravo.

NOTES: Canon divergent, flashbacks are pre-The Bubble timeline, but present day events are set about two years post-The Bubble, in a world where Dieter turned down Cliff Beasts 6 for something better. This series is complete.

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I’LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN

Scene 1: The Role of a Lifetime - Your agent has some good news…and some bad news.

Scene 2: The Callback - Dieter’s a brilliant actor. In more ways than one.

Scene 3: Flashback to the Proposal - It was a true proposal, never a question.

Scene 4: Flashback to the Farmer’s Market - AKA the first “date.”

Scene 5: You May Now Kiss The Bride - The wedding and then some.

Scene 6: What’s Mine Is Yours - Two years makes all the difference between when feelings were easy and now that they’re complicated.

Scene 7: The Sex Scene - You’re finally able to admit some things to yourself both in the past and the present. As always, Dieter’s way ahead of you.

Scene 8: The Final Shot - The fallout. The fall back together. And not one, but two Oscar ceremonies with very different outcomes.

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ARTWORK INSPIRED BY I’LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN

My favorite Hollywood couple: Cakes and Dieter by @beecastle​ inspired by Chapter 4

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COMMISSIONED ARTWORK

Dieter x Cakes - by @miranhas-art​ based on Chapter 8

PLEASE NOTE: I write my stories with myself in mind, but I try to keep them as reader characters as inclusive as possible. This art is not meant to represent all readers. Your reader is you. My reader is me, and when I commission artwork, I usually do so with myself as reference. I write what I yearn and yearn to see what I write, and I can’t do it myself, so I choose to support fanart artists. They do beautiful work and there’s no way I’m not going to share it with you!!! 

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