I Write… Sometimes

22 Hopping around the fandoms :) Queen, Marvel, Good Omens, whatever else takes my fancy

[joyless-somebody]

Hey, this is a masterlist!

Find me on AO3!

Heated Rivalry

Memories

Not Yet

Ghostbusters

For Science

Daredevil

Devil On My Windowsill

It helps

Too Close For Comfort

We’re Having Soft Tacos Later

Good Omens

Good Omentober

Queen

Joger (John Deacon/Roger Taylor)

Deacury (John Deacon/Freddie Mercury)

Froger (Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor)

Jimercury (Jim Hutton/Freddie Mercury)

Maylor (Brian May/Roger Taylor)

Poly Queen

Miscellaneous - My Angel (also on Wattpad), The Dentist Will See You Now, Queen Oneshots (only on Wattpad)

Spider-Man (and Deadpool)

Spider-Man Vs The Common Cold

Put Me Down!

[ao3feed-hollanov]

by pic_in_blue

Shane and Ilya attempt a Big Year of birdwatching across Canada and film it to raise money for the Irina Foundation. It goes about as you’d expect.

Or: A birdwatching x Heated Rivalry crossover

Words: 5418, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Wyatt Hayes, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Hayden Pike, Troy Barrett, Harris Drover, Rose Landry

Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Birdwatching, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Van Life, Van Rocking, Ilya Rozanov is a Menace, Ilya Rozanov hates eBird

[joyless-somebody]

Not Yet

TW: suicidal ideation, mentions of death

Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics, take care of yourself <3

Ilya Rozanov POV

The best part of a home game was that the car ride was short, especially when Bood drove. He had a habit of ignoring speed limits when he was excited to get home, and tonight was not an exception. His terrible playlist blasted out of the shitty speakers in his car and he sang along, tapping the steering wheel like he was drumming and passing an invisible microphone to Hazy in the front seat.

Ilya sat in the back, with Haas who was looking at his phone while quietly singing along, and a wobbly smile spread across his face as he realised what had happened tonight.

They’d won. They’d finally won a game.

God, he would miss them. He would miss moments like this. He told himself he would wait until they won, and now they had.

Would they miss him? When he was gone? How would they react, would they be surprised? Has he had closure with all of them?

He turned to look out the window as the tears started to blur his vision. He didn’t want them to fall, didn’t want his team to see him cry after such a good night. They’d think he was being dramatic about something or, worse, actually try to comfort him. It would feel stilted and unnatural and Ilya would have to pretend to feel better so they wouldn’t worry.

The car rolled to a stop, “This is you, Roz.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled, keeping his face towards the window as he opened the door and climbed out. He shut the door with a little too much force and started to walk towards his front door.

“Bye, Roz.” Someone shouted after him, “See ya.”

Keeping his head down, he waved over his shoulder, “See you soon.”

He heard the car leave his driveway and let out a sigh of relief, letting his body curl into itself like it wanted to, as he reached his front door. The tears were starting to come hot and fast and he held his bottom lip between his teeth to stop it from wobbling. It was so embarrassing, even though he was completely alone, to be crying like a child.

Finally inside, he locked the door behind him and toed his shoes off, making sure to put them neatly in the rack. The apartment was immaculate and warm and he wished someone would step out of the darkness, just to be with him so he didn’t do anything stupid tonight. He didn’t trust himself tonight.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, hanging his head and letting his tears flow. He hoped that letting them out would make him feel better but it only seemed to pull him deeper into those dark thoughts.

Write it down, bring it to me. You’ll read it out in our next session. Galina’s words the last time she saw him.

He opened the notes app on his phone and started to type, getting all his thoughts out of his head. He cried harder as he typed, completely closing his eyes when they started to burn and just letting all of what was in his head land on the page.

I want to leave. I want out. But I can’t. I have a team who rely on me. I have dinner booked next week. I’m going to that concert in May. I have cleared my house to its bare bones and given everything away so there is little cleaning needed. I want to do it I don’t want to live anymore like this. I keep imagining it and it would be so nice not to fight myself all the time but I can’t. I can’t do it right now. I hate feeling like this all the time.

As he went to turn off his phone, he noticed a text from Shane.

Proud of you. Great game tonight.

I love you.

Just as he went to reply, his phone started to ring, lighting up with his favourite picture of Shane relaxed on the beach. He was in half a mind not to answer, to let it ring and go to voicemail but he knew better than to try and ignore Shane’s calls.

Pressing accept, he held the phone up to his ear, “Hey, you okay?” He thanked god that his voice stayed level.

“I’m good. Better now I’ve watched you win! You were so good tonight, all of you were.” He could tell Shane was smiling, wished he could’ve seen it, “How do you feel?”

“Tired, mostly.” Ilya tried not to lie to him, it made him feel awful, “But proud, very proud of the boys.”

Shane made a small noise in the back of his throat, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yes,” he wiped his eyes, “I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’re sniffing a lot.”

Ilya looked out the window, seeing his own reflection instead of his garden and immediately looked away, “It’s cold outside and warm at home. I’m okay, moya lyubov, promise.”

“Okay.” It sounded like Shane didn’t believe him, “What are you doing now?”

“Mmm… bed, maybe. Or TV then bed, I don’t know.”

Shane let out a soft laugh, “Okay, don’t fall asleep on the couch.”

“I won’t. I love you.” He made a kissing noise, holding the phone close to his lips to make sure Shane heard him.

“I love you too.” Shane returned the kisses, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes. Goodnight, Shane.”

“Goodnight Ilya. Sleep well.”

He let his phone drop onto the counter.

His body felt too heavy, his muscles too weak to hold him up, and he crumpled into a pile on the floor as the tears resumed, wrenching sobs out of him as he pressed his face against the cold tile. The position hurt, ached his back and his knees but he couldn’t find the energy to care. He felt an all-consuming helplessness that powered each sob, pushing him deeper into this black hole in his mind.

Images flashed in his mind of himself dead in his living room with a phone full of missed calls and texts, of his friends finding out the news, of Shane… oh god, Shane.

He leaned himself against his kitchen island. What was he thinking? He couldn’t do that to Shane. Or Yuna and David, who’d taken him in like their own son and treated him so wonderfully. It would destroy them, like his own mother’s death had destroyed him.

Someone would have to find him, too. He couldn’t do that to them.

He wanted out, away from this life of hiding and pretending. But not yet. He couldn’t do it yet.

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 13: dildos

Peter Parker & Wade Wilson

Wade dropped a box into Peter’s lap then came to sit next to him, legs crossed underneath him, “Open it, open it!”

Peter frowned, “What is it?” He looked down at the box, skimming the shipping label to get any kind of hint as to what was inside, “Please don’t say this is your new deadpool merch.”

Wade mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

“Helpful, thank you.” Peter rolled his eyes, “Should I open it now?”

Wade nodded excitedly.

Peter rolled his eyes and started picking at the tape on the box, purposefully taking his time just to make Wade squirm. Eventually he got all the tape off and glanced at Wade, who was grinning and practically vibrating with excitement, before he opened up the box.

“It’s a… Deadpool themed dildo.”

“Ding ding ding! Right first time! So when you miss me-“ Wade gestured to the box in Peter’s hands, an expectant smile on his face.

“You are not this big.” Peter looked between the picture on the box and Wade’s face then rolled his eyes, “Can we get a comparison?”

“If you insist.” Wade grinned wider as Peter carefully peeled off the tape and opened the box. Sure enough, the black and red dildo inside was as big as the image on the box and looked to be a pretty similar size and shape to Wade’s dick. His dick, which he was now pulling out of his shorts.

Peter pulled the dildo out of the box and held it next to Wade, ducking his head to get an accurate comparison. Wade’s actual cock was, surprisingly, longer by about an inch or two and Peter’s eyebrows nearly reached his hairline, “Oh my god, they’ve undershot you.”

“Turns out you were right, I’m not that big.” Wade shrugged, “It’s a mini-Pool then.”

“God, please don’t call it that.” Peter threw up his hands in disgust.

“Want a ride on Big daddy pool instead?” Wade raised an eyebrow faux-suggestively.

Peter pretended to gag, “That’s even worse.”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 12: sex work

Fred Garvin: Male Prostitute

“Today’s your lucky day. You get to spend the night being ravished by Fred Garvin: male prostitute.”

“Oh! You’re… different to what I was expecting.” She looked him up and down, only seeing a lanky, beer-bellied, moustached man instead of the hot prostitute she was promised.

“And what might that be, young lady?” He raised his eyebrows above the rims of his milk bottle glasses.

She shrugged, “I dunno. More… muscular?”

“Oh, trust me, I’m muscular where it counts!” He let out a stilted laugh, “Mind if I attempt to get you in the mood with some seductive posing?”

“Go ahead.” She gestured to the bed as Fred practically swan dived onto it, landing on his stomach and pushing himself up into some weird snake pose.

She watched, slightly horrified, as he squirmed about on the bed, “Have you ever actually, uh, seduced anyone?”

“Oh, plenty of girls! They especially love this one.” He sat back on his heels and blew her a kiss, fluttering his eyelashes. It felt a little uncanny as he carried on, just staring at her and blinking his eyes, “Are you feeling any symptoms of arousal yet?”

“Uh…”

“That’s the noise I like to hear!” He finally stopped and laid himself down on his back, “Just one more seductive pose to get you moister than an oyster.”

He bent one knee and laid his ankle on top before putting his hands behind his head, “I find a more casual one to finish out really gets girls like you going,” He patted the bed next to him, looking up at her from on his back, “Now, let Fred Garvin roger you roundly.”

She felt so incredibly bad for him, looking at the hopeful expression on his face, that she did sit next to him, “Alright. Give me your best shot.”

He looked at her, mouth agape, before composing himself and sitting up, “I have to be honest with you, miss, I’ve never actually gotten this far with any of my clients before. Would you mind… instructing me on what kind of a rogering you would like?” He sounded unsure for the first time but quickly put back on his facade

“Usually, it starts with taking your clothes off.” She giggled.

He put his hands up, “I will let you know, I work with the glasses and jacket. Anything from the waist down is fair game.”

“I can deal with that.” She leaned in and started to unzip his trousers, “It seems like tonight, I’ll be rogering you roundly, Fred Garvin.”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 11: somnophillia & handcuffs

Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson

It was 4am. Foggy was sound asleep in Matt’s apartment with nothing but cold, empty bedsheets next to him. He was having some weird dream where he was being seduced by his childhood stuffy, Mr Bear, and he wasn’t sure wether to be horrified or horny about it.

The tent in his pyjama pants showed exactly which avenue his body was taking.

He felt himself being turned onto his back, unsure if it was still part of the dream or if it was happening in real life, and watched as Mr Bear disappeared and a large, black shadow replaced him. The scenery changed and he was back in Matt’s apartment, watching as this shadow turned him then sat straddling his middle. It felt so real and Foggy started to realise he could be awake and some stranger was about to have their way with him.

Foggy blinked his eyes open, just about making out the shape of someone straddling him, just like in his dream. His heart immediately picked up and he tried to scoot up the bed to put some distance between himself and whoever was forcing themselves upon him. Two large, gloved hands came down onto his chest.

“Foggy. Foggy, stay still. It’s okay.”

Matt?

“What are you doing?” He slurred, still half-asleep, as Matt started to rock his hips back and forth and Foggy could feel the familiar tight heat surrounding his cock, “This is such a weird dream.”

Matt huffed out a laugh, “You’re not dreaming, Foggy.”

“That’s what someone in my dreams would say. C’mon, pinch me if you’re real.” He held out his arm as Matt pulled off one glove with his teeth — god, that’s so hot, thank you brain — then reached forwards and pinched him.

“Ouch! Not that hard!”

Suddenly very much awake, Foggy switched on the bedside lamp and took in the sight of Matt, still dressed in his Devil pyjamas and fully seated on Foggy’s cock. What Foggy could see of his face was a picture of pure pleasure, his mouth hung open and his cheeks flushed pink.

Finally, his brain registered the metal handcuffs keeping his wrists together, “Where did you get those from?” He grabbed the bar between them and pulled his hands closer, “These look like police handcuffs.”

“Nearly got- unh- arrested.” Matt started to bounce, forcing moans out of himself as he dropped himself onto Foggy’s pelvis, “Got away. You know how to pick locks.”

“Oh my god…” Foggy mumbled, “Are they looking for you?”

Matt nodded, “Yeah.

He leaned forwards, placing his hands on Foggy’s chest, and started to fuck himself on Foggy’s cock. Matt moaned with his full chest now as Foggy watched his cock bob up and down with each stroke, looking red and sensitive.

Foggy started to move his hand down towards Matt’s cock but it was snatched up and instead placed on his cheek, “Please don’t touch me. Fuck, I’m so close, Foggy.” Matt pressed kisses to his palm as Foggy stroked his cheek with his thumb, “I want you to cum in me, Fog. Please, please cum in me.”

Hearing Matt begging and moaning like that drove Foggy crazy and he started to snap his hips up to meet Matt’s thrusts. Somehow, Matt got even louder, practically wailing out his approval between ragged breaths, “That’s it! Fuck! Mmh fu-uck,” Matt smiled as he tipped his head back, holding Foggy’s hand to his chest, “Gonna cum in me, yes!”

Foggy felt his whole body starting to tighten and focused on Matt’s face, the way he could just about see his knotted eyebrows through the black fabric and he knew he was trying so hard to keep himself together. His animalistic moans and whines and the sight before him had Foggy coming in seconds, spurting inside Matt and hearing his delighted wail as his vision blacked out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, Foggy!” He pushed Foggy’s pyjama shirt out of the way just before his cock shot thick ropes of cum over both of their stomachs, moaning his way through it and progressively getting quieter until the only sound was their breathing.

Matt practically fell forwards onto Foggy, keeping him inside him, and whined as he tried to put his arms around him, “Would you, uh- can you-?” He didn’t have the words to say what he wanted but Foggy knew. He wrapped his arms around him and held him close, feeling his body relax slowly, “Thank you. Go back to sleep.”

“What about the cuffs?” Foggy asked quietly.

“We might need them tomorrow morning, I can sleep with them.”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 10: oral

Elwood Blues

Elwood towered over the young blonde, as he did with most people, “Fancy helping me get in the zone, doll?” He asked quietly and saw the flash of excitement on her face before she nodded, “Come with me.”

He took her hand, shooting a glance at Jake who was too busy paying attention to the band, and guided her to the nearest toilets. He let go of her hand and pushed open the door, seeing that one of the doors were open in the middle.

“You mind? Those guys won’t make a fuss.” He asked quietly and she shook her head.

“You like an audience, right?” She pushed past him and held open the door for him, checking herself in the mirror as he went to the stall.

He held open the stall door and quirked his head, allowing the pretty blonde into the stall before following behind her. She sat herself on the closed toilet lid as he turned and locked the door.

As soon as he turned back around, her hands were on him. She loosened his belt and let it hang as she unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. She didn’t bother to pull them down, she just pulled his cock free from his underwear.

Before Elwood could even think, her wet, soft tongue was licking up the underside of his cock and her hand was around its base. She looked up at him as she got to his head, smiling, before she took it in her mouth and started to circle his tip with her tongue.

He tried to keep his breathing even as she started to take more of him in her mouth, looking up at him and watching for a reaction. When she didn’t get one, she pulled back and went back to teasing his head.

Elwood looked down, frowning, as she gave him a coy smile and proceeded to take half of his cock at once. He gasped and let out the quietest moan as she started to slowly bob her head, working herself up until she only had one quarter left. She reached up one hand and cupped his balls, “That’s good, sweetheart.” He moaned, tipping his head back until it hit the stall door with a thunk.

His cock was already ready to burst as she started to work her way down even further, swallowing around him and hollowing her cheeks. He tried his best to be quiet but as his cock started to hit the back of her throat, he could barely contain himself. Deep, breathy moans filled the stall and the surrounding bathroom.

Elwood gripped the stall divider with one hand and fought to keep his other hand out of her hair, resisting the urge to push her head down and fuck her throat. She must have noticed his hand twitching towards her because she grabbed it and placed it on the back of her head, “Can I?” Elwood gave a testing push and she moaned, nodding her head.

That was all he needed.

He pushed her head down and squeezed his eyes shut as he came down her throat. She swallowed it all down as she watched him through her lashes, seeing how his face relaxed as his head dropped forwards. She wondered if he was looking at her as he let go of her hair.

She let him slip out of her mouth and tucked him back into his underwear, watching as his deft hands re-buttoned his trousers and fastened his belt. He adjusted his tie and pushed his sunglasses up his nose, unlocking the stall door, “Thanks darlin’, see you after the show.”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 9: tentacles

Egon Spengler, Ray Stantz, Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore

“God help us.” Ray mumbled, staring up at the huge creature. When they’d gotten the call for a ‘sea creature’ in the leisure centre, this was not at all what he imagined.

Easy, he’d called it, simple.

This looked anything but.

The creature was almost as large as the pool, with a barnacled, bulbous head and way more tentacles than any creature should have. It had drained the pool completely of water and was sitting on the bottom, still managing to reach the ceiling and still have to duck to fit into the space.

Its eyes immediately locked onto the three men as they entered the room and it bared its teeth, hissing out a warning that they ignored. Peter was the first to step forwards, pulling his neutrona wand off his pack, “Are we gonna wait for it to attack us or-?”

“Let’s get it.” Ray reached for his own wand.

Quicker than anything, the creature threw out a tentacle and lifted Pete into the air, holding him like a child would a doll, and wrapped itself tight around him as he squirmed, “Hey! Get help! Get Winston!”

“Winston! Winston, it got Peter! Come in and help!” Ray shouted into his radio as he and Egon tried to put space between themselves and the creature, “Come in, Winston!”

The creature grabbed each of them, wrapping a tendril tight around their waists and lifting them into the air. Ray cried out, trying to hold on to the lifeguard’s chair but its pull was too strong and his grip eventually failed. He yelled as the creature thrashed him about before placing him on the poolside, face-up, between Peter and Egon.

“I should’ve tucked my pants into my boots.” Egon had been put face-down and Ray saw the glint of a tendril snaking up his pant leg.

Peter felt the tentacle untuck his own pant leg, “I don’t think it matters, Egon. Have you seen anything like this before in your books, Ray?”

“No, but it reminds me of those old fishermen’s tales about the Kraken. Why would it turn up here, is the biggest question.” Ray tried to think but his mind was occupied by the tentacle now travelling up his own leg, “And what does it want with us? Usually the water-dwellers just want us out of the way, why- what does it want with us?”

“It could be feeding on the salt in our bodies,” Egon said, “Or it wants us for… it’s own pleasure.”

Peter let out an aggravated groan, “So we’ve got a horny kraken? What should we do, hump it to death?”

Ray couldn’t hold his laugh and Egon shot him a disappointed look, “No. We wait for Winston to come.”

“God, this is not how I wanted to die.” Ray focused on his breathing as the tentacle breached his hole, slowly pushing inside and stretching him out. It wasn’t painful but the tentacle swelled inside him and gave him a strange feeling of fullness that he had never felt before.

Peter groaned, “Imagine the headlines. Ghostbusters, squeezed to death by Kraken wannabe. God, that’s embarrassing.”

Egon hummed, the same hum as when he was unsure of something, and Ray looked over to see the slightly pained look on his face. “Egon?” He asked quietly, seeing the glance Egon made at him, “Is it… inside you?”

“Yes… you?”

Ray didn’t get a chance to answer as Peter started to squirm, “Hey, woah! What are you doing there?”

“Vennkman, calm down.” Egon pleaded, “Just let it do what it wants. It will let us go once it’s done.”

“No! I won’t- I don’t want to! Get off of me!” He wriggled harder, trying to free a hand so he could reach for his neutrona wand, but the creature gripped ever tighter around him. Ray gasped as the tentacle around Peter’s waist started to grow a new tendril, snaking up his body until it reached his chin. Peter leaned his head back as far as it would go, trying to make space between his face and the tentacle, “No! Ray, help me!”

“I can’t! I’m too far away!” All Ray could do was watch as the tendril got to the corner of Peter’s mouth. He resisted, pressing his lips together as tight as he could, but it slipped inside right at the corner. He shook his head violently as the tentacle shoved its way down his throat, stopping behind his Adam’s apple and making it bulge from his neck.

“Can you breathe? Are you okay?” Ray asked and Peter just looked at him, pure fear in his eyes, and blinked twice, “You can breathe? Okay… okay, this is okay.”

Egon let out a quiet moan, turning his head away, at the tentacle probing further inside him.

“Spengler, you okay?”

“Yeah… I’m- I’m okay.” Egon was breathing hard, “You?”

Ray forced down a moan as the tentacle inside him began to swell even more and stretch his hole, “I’m alright. Pete’s alright, he’s still breathing.” Peter let out a muffled moan as he squirmed, closing his eyes.

“It must be giving him a stimulant, we’ve got to get it out of his mouth.” Egon let go of Ray’s hand so he could try to reach across. Ray squirmed to try and make some room to move his arm, but the creature began to grip him tightly too, growing a tendril up his body just like it had with Peter.

It tasted like salt and Ray gagged as it forced its way to the back of his throat and down until it sat just above his trachea. It swelled out, filling his neck and mouth as he tipped his head back.

“Ray! Shit, oh my god.” Egon grabbed onto his hand again and heard the small moan that came from Ray at the contact.

It was an odd feeling, still being able to breathe like normal with the creature’s limb so far down his neck, but it was one he quickly forgot about as his thoughts began to float away. All he could focus on was the tentacle in his ass, filling him so well and finding spots he’d never explored before.

It felt… good.

There wasn’t any fear or panic. He looked over at Peter, watching him writhe and feeling himself starting to get aroused. It was odd, he thought, because he’d never been aroused at the sight of him before but he couldn’t stop his body from responding.

All he could do was watch and listen and feel as Peter moaned and squirmed and the tentacle inside Ray moved simultaneously, making him start to buck his hips. It seemed like the more Peter moved, the more the tentacles moved inside all of them, making them into a chorus of simultaneous moans and whines.

Egon squeezed Ray’s hand, moaning into the floor, as Ray looked over at him. He seemed to just watch, taking in the sight of Egon getting wrecked at the same time he was with an unreadable expression. Egon had to look away, he couldn’t stand looking at Ray with that tentacle in his mouth.

It started to retreat, leaving their lungs empty and their holes even emptier, and both Peter and Ray started to cry out. “No! Winston, please! No,” Peter whined, “I was so close, so fucking close.” He curled up on his side as Winston blasted the creature.

Egon felt the creature’s grip loosen and managed to pull the tendrils off of him and stood up, grabbing his neutrona wand and blasting the creature with a proton beam, hoping to serve as a distraction as Winston moved Ray and Peter to one side. Both of them refused to stand, or were unable to stand, so he had to drag them both into a safe corner.

As soon as they were safe, Winston returned back to Egon and the two of them held the creature in their capture streams before Winston opened up a trap, sealing it inside.

—

“So what was I doing?” Peter asked, for the millionth time, leaning over the table.

“Crying in the corner. It’s the lowest I’ve ever seen you.” Egon replied.

“Must’ve been real bad.” Ray mumbled, “How about a toast? To Winston!” He raised his beer can and two others clunked against it before they all took a drink, “Our hero.”

Winston lifted his drink from the couch, “Damn right, now let me get on with my ‘thanks for saving us’ tv time.”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 8: webcam

Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson

Foggy set up the webcam on its tripod, looking at Matt, sitting on the bed completely naked, through his computer screen. The quality of the camera really didn’t do him justice but he still looked just as god-like even though he was a little grainy.

Matt adjusted the scrap of black fabric around his eyes, running his fingers over and over the front to make sure it definitely covered his eyes. Foggy sighed, “Nobody’s going to see your face. You just… sound pretty and jack off, I’ll deal with the rest.”

“Fog, I don’t think anyone’s gonna watch.” Matt had never sounded or looked so insecure as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you kidding me? You’re built like a god, you sound like a pornstar and you’ve got a really nice cock. What’s there not to like!?” Foggy threw his hands up dramatically and all Matt could do was shrug, giving his best kicked puppy look that Foggy could feel even through the mask, “Stop with the face, Murdock. If you really don’t want to do it, we won’t do it.”

“No, no, I want to.” Matt put his hands up in defense, “We could really do with some extra cash but I just don’t know if anyone will enjoy it.”

“If nobody watches it, I’ll give you fifty bucks out of my own pocket.” Foggy held out his hand, “I’ve got my hand out for a handshake, if you want to take it.”

Matt considered for a minute, tilting his head, then put out his right hand, “Fair deal. Let’s do it, then.”

Foggy shook their hands then moved in to press a small kiss to the top of Matt’s head before going back to the tripod he’d set up. He made sure he was in focus and that as little of his face was in frame as possible then threw up a thumbs-up, “Okay, when you’re ready.” He pressed record as Matt took a steadying breath and slowly blew it out.

Matt started to touch himself. He ran his fingers up the inside of his thigh, leaning back on the other hand, and skated past his crotch to flatten his hand against his abs. He kept moving upwards until his palm brushed his nipple and he held it between two fingers, gently rolling it as it hardened.

He deepened his breathing as he moved his hand across and played with the other nipple, feeling himself getting harder. He squeezed it and felt the bite of his nails around it, humming out a moan, and continued to roll it as his tip began to leak. ‘Time for the money shot.’ He thought, moving his hand away from his nipple and placing it on his thigh.

Slowly, he worked his way back up his thigh until he could feel his balls, gently grabbing them and cradling them in his hand. His balls were especially sensitive so he didn’t have to move them all that much to get the sensation he wanted, allowing himself to whine under his breath as he ran his thumb over them.

Now, his cock was fully hard so he spat on his hand and grabbed it, starting to stroke himself fully in slow, long strokes. He tipped his head back and let out quiet moans with each breath he took, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum so quick.”

He could already feel the heat pooling in his lower belly and thighs and purposefully made his moans louder so he was more focused on how he sounded than accidentally cumming two seconds after he touched himself. He kept his touches light but it did very little to stop him from hurtling towards the end, testing his own self-control.

The feeling started to get more and more intense and he moaned with his full voice, his breathing getting heavier and more ragged as he let his head drop forwards. He knew he wouldn’t last long and his hand was speeding up involuntarily, wanting to chase the release.

“There we go, there it is, fuck.” He whined, shortening his strokes and focusing on his tip, “So close.”

He let out one long moan as he came, spurting onto his thighs and a little on the floor. That was the quickest he’d ever came before and his body felt tense and shaky, even as he stopped stroking himself and Foggy switched off the camera. “How was that?” He asked, trying to get his breath back.

“Good, that was really good.” Foggy reassured him, turning to grab their box of tissues, “How did it feel?”

Matt leaned back on his hands, “Terrible. Unsatisfying. Want to help me with round two?”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 6: intoxication

Jake Blues x Mystery Woman (Camille)

“Camille, baby, you here?” Jake threw open the door and shouted into the motel room, immediately being shushed as Camille rushed over, “Hey gorgeous.”

“You gotta be quiet, come on.” She ushered him inside and shut the door, only to be pressed up against it, “The neighbours are gonna get mad.”

Jake made a face of disgust, “Fuck ‘em. I missed you, baby.”

“You’re so drunk.” Camille giggled, pressing a kiss to his forehead and removing his sunglasses.

“I know!” Jake giggled along with her, “I know. Had to come home to my best girl. Elwood’s still goin’.”

Camille caught him as he swayed, “Good for him, now lets get you to bed. You’ll be feeling a lot better there.”

“You wanna take me to bed?” Jake asked, a teasing glint in his eye, “Sure, take advantage of me when I’m drunk.” He staggered towards the bedroom, holding a hand out behind him that he didn’t realise Camille hadn’t taken, and stopped in the doorway to throw a wink over his shoulder, “I’m all yours, baby.”

Camille simply giggled and shoved him into the bedroom, causing him to stumble towards the bed. Instead of undressing and getting into his nightclothes, Jake flopped down face-down on the bed then turned onto his side to look at her, “C’mere, I don’t bite.”

“Sure you don’t,” She smiled, gracefully setting herself down on the bed and scooting up next to Jake, “Happy now?”

Jake put an arm over her waist and pulled her in close, kissing her on the cheek, “We should do it. Right now.”

“I don’t think so, baby, you’re pretty drunk.” She could smell half of the bar on his breath and the other half seemed to be smeeched into his clothes, the smell almost completely overpowering his natural scent which she loved.

“C’mon, just a quickie?” He nuzzled his nose into her cheek, “Then we’ll sleep, promise.”

Camille rolled her eyes, “You are insatiable.”

“‘Specially when I’m around the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her cheek as she rolled him onto his back, “That’s you, honey, you make me crazy.”

“I know, sweetheart.” She gently kissed his lips and a dazed smile spread over them as he looked up at her, “Quit that.”

His smile turned to a small frown, “What? I can’t look at my girl anymore?”

“You know what I mean,” She unzipped his trousers as he lifted his hips so she could move them and his underwear out of the way, “That dopey grin you do.”

“I don’t do nothing of the sort, baby.” He was back to smiling up at her as she pulled off her own underwear and straddled his middle, “You look gorgeous up there, Cam, you’re like a fuckin’ goddess or somethin’. Been dyin’ to get back to you all night.” Jake rambled, taking one of her hands in his and linking their fingers.

Camille blushed, raising herself over his half-hard cock before slowly seating herself on it. The action forced a moan out of both of them. Jake looked up at her, looking smitten and very drunk, as she slowly started to raise herself off of him and slip back down.

She found her rhythm easily and planted her hands either side of his head, earning a kiss to her wrist. The new angle hit her spot perfectly and she gasped with each breath, “You make me feel so good, Jake.”

“I love you, baby, you’re so good to me.” Jake moaned, holding onto her hips and helping her up and down on his cock, “And you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Camille giggled and leaned down to kiss his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ drunk.” She mocked him.

“I know. Elwood’s still goin’!” He laughed.

“I don’t wanna hear about your brother right now, Jake.”

“Neither do I.” He frowned, “Keep goin’, I’m… almost there.”

Camille could see by the way he was fighting his eyes that he was about to fall asleep instead of ejaculate so she reached a hand underneath her and started to circle her clit. The feeling of Jake’s cock filling her and her own fingers on her clit had her coming within seconds, her whole body tensing around him as he let out a pathetic little moan and spurted inside her.

His eyes stayed closed as she lifted herself off of him and laid down next to him, covering the both of them with a blanket. Barely a minute later, his soft snoring told her he was out for the count.

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 5: finger sucking

Karen Page x Frank Castle

Karen laid on the bed, only in her pyjama shirt, with her legs bent at the knee and spread wide. Two of her fingers pumped in and out of her dripping pussy as another circled her clit in quick, small strokes. Quiet moans escaped her as her body started to tense, her hips lifting of their own volition, as her orgasm started to creep up on her.

A quiet rustling in the apartment caught half of her attention and she quietened her breathing, not wanting to stop and ruin what she’d worked hard for. She spotted a dark figure in the doorway, leaning against it and watching her as she opened her legs further, “Frank!”

The figure moved towards her, showing Frank’s clean-shaven face and naked torso, until he was at the end of the bed. Karen didn’t stop, instead she made the circles around her clit tighter to try and get herself to cum for him. She knew he loved watching her and hoped that he was finding the sight of her, knuckles deep in herself and writhing, at least interesting to look at.

Frank pulled her by the wrist, pulling her fingers out of herself and lifting her hand to his face. He licked a stripe up her palm, up her fingers and to her fingertips then opened his mouth and took in the two that had been inside her.

With the other hand, he reached down between her legs and pressed two fingers to her entrance, “Please, yes!” Karen gasped as the first of the two thick fingers pushed inside her. His fingers were significantly thicker than her own and the stretch to accommodate just one felt like a lot but Karen didn’t have time to think about it as the second finger was already joining the first.

She let out a quiet moan as Frank’s fingers pushed inside her, stretching her hole as he pulled them apart. She circled around her clit quicker, her finger barely moving, as he started to pump his fingers in and out, curling them with every thrust to hit her g-spot every time.

He separated her fingers with his tongue and started licking into all the crevices as he pushed her hand away, replacing her finger with his thumb. He started with a side-to-side motion as he curled his fingers inside her but Karen started to shake her head, feeling her body start to recoil from the orgasm she was chasing, “No, no, circles. Please, Frank! Please!”

Frank changed to circles and watched her, suckling on her fingers and running his tongue along the ridges of her knuckles, as she grasped at the sheets, then at the pillow, then her own nipple, and back to the bedsheets, starting to break out into quiet moans.

Karen threw her head back and panted as he finally found the right spot, “Oh my god, there! Right there, like that, don’t stop.” She moaned and whined with every quick breath out as he rubbed over her clit and hit her g-spot. She couldn’t stop thinking about those thick fingers filling her and the tongue scraping over her own fingers, hot and wet.

“I’m coming, Frank. Fuck, I’m coming!” She cried out, her legs closing involuntarily, trapping his hand in the same position as her whole body tensed and shook. She was quiet as she came, save for her breathing, and Frank felt her wetness rush past his fingers and onto his palm and wrist. He gave a few more rubs over her clit, watching her body twitch and hearing the punched-out moan that came with it until Karen’s legs released his hand.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, watching some of her ejaculate dripping onto the bed, and replaced the fingers in his mouth with his own fingers, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand as he let it go. He let out a small moan to show his appreciation and watched as Karen’s face lit up in a smile, “You really can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Not wanting to deprive himself of the salty taste in his mouth, Frank simply shook his head.

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 4: voyeurism

Earl Keese & Vic x Ramona

Opening the curtains, Earl scanned his yard to check everything was still in order and couldn’t help but glance over at his new neighbours’ home. Their curtains were wide open, giving Earl a view straight into their bedroom where Vic and Ramona both knelt on the bed. Vic was shirtless, and so was Ramona. They were…

“Oh my god.” Earl’s heart raced as he realised what he was watching.

“Is everything alright, honey?” Enid called from the bathroom.

He felt panic rush through his whole body as he glanced over his shoulder, praying Enid wasn’t making her way back just yet, “Uh, yeah, yeah, just- my back’s a bit stiff.” He called back, pulling his robe across his chest.

Earl wanted so badly to look away but he couldn’t. It felt physically impossible to tear his eyes away from Vic’s slim body and the way his face contorted with pleasure. Ramona’s lithe body behind him, thrusting against him at a gentle pace, her face straight as if she were reading the morning paper and not committing such a lewd act.

Vic looked up and locked eyes with Earl. He couldn’t even pretend he hadn’t been watching and instead continued to watch as Vic flashed him a smile.

He turned around and said something to Ramona, obviously about Earl by the way she looked up at him and mirrored Vic’s smile, sultry and devious. She pulled back, sitting back on her heels, as Vic hung his head. Ramona leaned forwards and grasped the hair at his crown, pulling his head back until he was also on his knees and showing off his above-average cock.

Earl’s eyes pretty much fell out of his head at the sight of Vic’s cock and felt his own starting to respond, slowly hardening in his pyjama pants. He willed his body not to respond as he watched Ramona kiss down Vic’s neck and the way Vic melted into her touch. His eyes closed and he reached up to run the back of his hand down her face as she got to his shoulder, having left bright red lipstick marks in her wake. Vic turned his head and pressed a kiss to her temple as she left one last kiss on his collarbone, murmuring something in his ear before the two of them looked back at Earl.

Suddenly Ramona pushed him back onto his elbows and Vic grinned, keeping eye contact with Earl, as she lined herself up with him. She pushed in slowly, holding onto his hips, and his hands gripped the sheets beneath him. “Please.” Earl saw him say before he hung his head and tried to push himself back onto her strap-on.

The strap, which Earl could now see was a long, clear appendage about ten inches. He wondered how much Vic actually took of it and felt his heart do a weird loop-de-loop the more he thought about it.

Ramona held Vic firm and pulled her hips back until it nearly slipped out of him then pulled him back in one swift motion, burying the thing to the hilt inside him. Vic moaned, eyebrows pulling together, as she repeated the motion and knelt up to give Earl the best view of just how much Vic was taking.

That answered his question; the whole thing.

Vic arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut, as Ramona picked up the pace and pounded into his ass. Earl couldn’t hold himself anymore and shoved a hand down his pants to touch himself at the sight. He couldn’t help the feeling of shame at touching himself over his neighbours but the scene was too much for his body to handle. He had to release the pressure building inside him somehow.

Ramona grabbed Vic by the hair again, obviously telling him to look as Vic opened his eyes and panted open-mouthed as she continued to pound into him. Earl swallowed thickly as he started to jerk himself, trying to remain subtle but Vic’s keen eye caught him straight away.

His jaw slackened further as he watched Earl intently, pushing himself back onto Ramona to meet her thrusts. Earl tried to avoid his eyes, instead trying to watch the strap sinking in and out of him, but he kept being drawn back to his face and those piercing blue eyes that stared into his soul.

Earl’s hand unconsciously sped up to match Ramona’s pace and he had to stifle a moan as he felt the heat starting to spread throughout his lower belly and the tops of his legs. He prayed to everything that Enid would stay away, just for a few more minutes, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of the scene in front of him.

Ramona pulled Vic into a kneeling position, putting her chin on his shoulder and reaching around to jerk his cock. Vic let his head tip back onto her shoulder as he wriggled and Earl could only imagine the noises coming out of him.

He could almost hear them in his mind; desperate, broken moans slowly getting higher in pitch until-

The two men came almost simultaneously, Vic shooting thick ropes onto the bedspread in front of him and Earl coming in his pants, immediately creating a dark patch on the front of his pyjama pants.

Earl watched as Vic sagged back against Ramona and she pressed a kiss to his cheek then gently lowered him back onto his front. His half-lidded eyes still stayed locked on Earl as the strap was removed and Ramona got off the bed. The last thing Earl was was the flash of a gold tooth before the curtains were sharply drawn.

He realised the sound of the bathroom door opening and jumped back into bed, just in time for Enid to find him there, “Earl? What happened to your pants?”

He looked down, pretending to be surprised, “Oh! Uh, guess I had a good dream.”

“Was it about me?” She put one knee on the bed, trying to be seductive.

Now he was floundering, “Of course it was, honey. Who else is it going to be about, the neighbours?”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 3: nipple clamps

Regina Taylor x Joanna Deacon (Genderbent Roger Taylor x John Deacon)

Jo gasped as the clamp was added to her left nipple. “Good?” Reg asked, Jo nodded but kept her head down, “Baby, you look so pretty.”

“Mmm?” Jo smiled around her gag.

“Yeah.” Reg stepped back, admiring her girlfriend, “I’m so glad you let me try this set on you, you look gorgeous.”

Reg had her kneeling on the floor, naked save for her favourite pink thong. Jo’s arms were pinned behind her back with handcuffs, forcing her to push out her chest and show off her clamped breasts. Her nipples stood hard and red between the gold metal that gently clinked as her chest rose and fell. The colour contrasted beautifully against her pale, bare skin, and the darkening colour her underwear was turning.

Reg felt the heat between her legs burning hotter just looking at Jo, “Look at me, sweetheart.” She said, and placed a hand under Jo’s chin. She gently lifted her head and watched the chains between her nipples and the gag in her mouth shorten, pulling on her nipples, “That feel good?”

Jo moaned, trying to resist, but Reg pushed her until they were looking each other in the eyes, “So beautiful. You look so pretty right now, Jo.”

All Jo could do was let out a pathetic whine as Reg let go and started to unclasp her bra, “You wanna watch?” She smiled as Jo slowly nodded, trying to look up through her eyelashes as much as possible, “Keep your head up, baby, you’ll miss the show.”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 2: kidnapping

Foggy Nelson x Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

They threw him onto a cold concrete floor, in a room he didn’t know and with god knows how many people. He was blindfolded, gagged and tied and his heart raced as his mind scanned through the millions of situations he could’ve been thrown into.

The gag was pulled from Foggy’s mouth but the blindfold stayed on. He tried shaking his head to dislodge it but it had been tied too tight and didn’t budge. His chest heaved as he tried to control the panic rising through his body, realising that he was no longer at home and he was completely on his own.

Footsteps entered the room again, this time accompanied by a dragging sound. Another person? Some torture device? The footsteps stopped next to him and the slap of skin hitting the concrete rang in Foggy’s ears. It’s a person, he thought, thank god.

The footsteps receded quickly and a door slammed. Whoever was next to him was breathing hard and shifting around like they were tied up too. Foggy kept quiet as the person next to him grunted in exertion, obviously trying to get themselves out.

“Who’s that?”

“Mmmf!”

He recognised that voice, “Matt?”

“Mm-hmm! Mmf!”

“Oh my god, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Mm-mm.”

Foggy’s heart raced as he heard footsteps approaching, “What’s happening?”

The footsteps went quiet. A hand pushed Foggy, forcing him onto his elbows and knees, as he let out a yelp. Rough hands slid up his sides to remove his trousers and he tried to kick his legs as they were pulled down to his knees.

Smack

Foggy's ass stung where he’d been hit and he cried out, half from the pain and half from the shock. The hand came down on his other cheek as a low voice rumbled in his ear, “Shut up or you’ll get the gag again.”

“Why are you doing this?” Foggy cried as the hand came down on him again, “What did I do?”

The noises from Matt’s side of the room were significantly quieter, only small aborted grunts as Matt listened to Foggy being hit.

That was when it hit him, metaphorically. This is what they had planned, all those months ago. Frank Castle was the man in charge, the guy who’d slung him into the back of a van and carted him away to here. The man who was… where was he?

Foggy realised he was no longer being hit and the room had gone quiet, save for Matt’s heavy breathing, “You okay, Matt?”

“Mm-hmm!” Matt’s answer sounded more like a moan and Foggy could only assume that Frank was now working on him. He heard the gentle rustling of material and the firm smack of a hand on Matt’s skin before a muffled grunt.

“There you go, take all of it.”

“What’s going on?” Foggy asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

Another smack and a louder moan.

“It looks like your boy is a pro at taking it up the ass. He’s swallowed up a whole eight inch and keeps pushing back like he thinks there’s more.” Frank teased as Matt whined, “Not just yet. Let’s see how he gets on with it.”

Foggy heard the heavy footsteps coming towards him and felt his heart start to race, almost banging against his rib cage, with- not excitement, but not fear either.

His ass cheeks were spread and two fingers circled over his hole, spreading lube all over it, before a cold, phallic object was put up against it. Foggy had enough time to take one calming breath before it was being pushed inside in one smooth motion, pushing a groan out of him. It was big, but not painfully so, and without any prep it felt bigger than it was. It was pumped in and out of him a few times before a hand smacked his cheek, “Your boyfriend over there took it so much better than you. Keep that there.”

Foggy knelt himself up and felt Frank rest the base of the dildo on his heels, forcing him to keep it inside him, as he heard Matt’s breathing pick up. Between every breath, a small moan slipped out, and Foggy couldn’t help but wonder what was driving Matt so crazy already. He was tempted to use his position to his advantage and move his blindfold to see exactly what was going on but he knew he would only be punished.

All he remembered about their discussion on punishments was the sinister smile on Frank’s face. That was enough to keep him from doing anything other than he had been told to do.

Matt seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, gasping and moaning under his breath as Frank muttered in his ear, “You enjoyin’ this shit? Look at you, you’re basically creaming already and all I’ve done is shove some plastic up your ass. Fuckin’ embarrassing.” Matt’s moans just got louder as Frank spoke, “You sound like a slut, look like one too. Here, hold that for me and try not to swallow it all up.”

Suddenly, Foggy felt a hand grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his head backwards. He let out a groan at the pain and felt tears start to well up in his eyes behind the blindfold. He squeezed them shut as his hair was released but felt one single, traitorous tear slip down his face.

“Gonna cry, are you? Gonna cry like a baby? I thought you were tougher than this, ‘guts’ Nelson.” Frank sneered which caused more tears to spill from his eyes and the lump in his throat to catch, making it impossible to keep his breathing even, “Fuck’s sake, I thought you’d be harder to break than this but now you’re whimpering and shit.”

Foggy felt torn. As much as he wanted to enjoy this experience, the darker element that Matt loved so much seemed to be just a little too much for Foggy as he had practically forgotten what he and Matt had discussed with Frank. As his tears soaked the blindfold, Foggy felt the pleasure start to turn to panic that consumed his whole body, “Red! Red! I can’t do this anymore!”

The object inside him was carefully removed and his blindfold was pulled off, just in time for him to see Matt crawling towards him, still blindfolded with ropes around one wrist and his gag around his neck, “You’re okay, you’re okay. Did you want to sit?”

“Yeah.” Foggy squeaked out as Matt put a calming hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

“Okay, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Matt rubbed his shoulder as Frank came back over with a bottle of water and the two of them helped Foggy to sit up with his back against the wall. He leaned himself against Matt, letting his tears out while Matt kissed over his forehead and cheeks, “You’re okay.” He mumbled, a calming chant in Foggy’s ear that helped him to calm himself down.

Once he felt calm enough, he pulled back and leaned against the wall instead, looking over at Matt. He put on a small, comforting smile and stroked Foggy’s hair as Frank pushed the water into his hands, “Drink. You lost a lot of water with all that crying you did there.”

“That’s- actually, that’s really embarrassing.” Foggy huffed, taking small sip, “I’m sorry, Matt.”

“Stop it. You needed to stop so we stopped, exactly as we agreed.”

Suddenly, Frank was sitting on Foggy’s other side, “And it’s not embarrassing, I’ve had people tap out way before you did.” He patted Foggy’s leg, “You did great.”

[joyless-somebody]

Kinktober 2025 Day 1: incest

Elwood Blues x Jake Blues

Three years. It had been three years to the day since the best day of Jake and Elwood’s lives. And since they’d been thrown back in the slam; but saving the orphanage was the proudest moment of either of their lives.

The only problem with being locked up for three years was that certain needs were never tended to, simply due to a severe lack of privacy.

Jake and Elwood were stuck in their cell, whiling away the hours until their next meal. Jake laid in bed reading a newspaper from three weeks ago, his sunglasses on the pillow next to him. Elwood was playing with his hair in the reflection off the window, “Hair’s gotten long. And I need a shave.” He flattened his hair, turning back to Jake, “What you thinkin’ about?”

“Lunch. You?”

Elwood shrugged, “Nothin’ much.”

“Food. God, I miss good food. Starting to get real sick of this slop. You’re really not thinking about anything?” Elwood shook his head and Jake let out a heaving sigh, “You gotta get laid, man. I can tell that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need it that bad.”

“Hey, when’s the last time you… y’know,” Jake mimed jacking off as Elwood’s cheeks slowly got pink, “Took care of yourself? Had a bit of stress relief?”

“Oh, you know, not that long ago. Really, Jake, I’m fine, I don’t need a lay and I don’t need to take care of myself.” Elwood was trying his hardest to look anywhere other than at his brother who simply raised an eyebrow at him, “I am fine, Jake, I’ll get my lay as soon as I’m outta here.”

“And how long is that going to take you, Mr 300 Traffic Violations, hm?”

Elwood sighed, “I dunno, man, just leave it.”

“And have you moping about missing your girl? Even though it’s been three fucking years? Yeah, sure, I’ll leave it.” Jake rolled his eyes.

“It ain’t that, leave it.” Elwood’s tone was harsh but Jake knew it was just a front to hide his embarrassment.

“Then what is it? What’s so bad that you won’t even look at me for?”

Elwood whipped off his sunglasses, looking Jake right in the eyes, “Because I get embarrassed, alright? You’re my brother, I know where your mind’s headin’, but we ain’t meant to help each other out like that.” With that, he replaced his sunglasses and turned to face the wall.

“Elwood, come on. Don’t be like that.” Jake put a hand on his shoulder, “You know I’d do anything to help you out, no matter if we’re meant to or not.”

“Sure, Jake.”

“C’mon, don’t be so tight, you used to love it.” Jake scooted closer and pulled Elwood back, resting his back against Jake’s chest. Jake gently rested his hand over Elwood’s crotch, barely even touching him, and saw how his shoulders tensed but his cheeks flushed.

“You saying no or you want me to carry on?”

“I ain’t saying no.” He leaned back ever so slightly to allow Jake to unbutton his trousers, giving him silent permission to carry on.

It wasn’t like he’d never masturbated around Jake, or slept with someone in the same room as him, but this time it was different. Elwood felt nervous.

Jake felt the same, if he was honest with himself, but he had never let nerves or embarrassment stop him before now. It certainly didn’t stop him from reaching into Elwood’s trousers and pulling out his hardening cock. It was flushed pink, and almost too big to fit his hand around.

He started to gently tease the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered over the whole head. Elwood whined and shifted his hips but Jake continued to focus on just the tip until he felt that he was hard and wet enough to make it a comfortable experience. With that, he started to jerk him with long, fast strokes that pulled a surprised moan from his younger brother.

Elwood turned towards him, jaw slack and eyes closed behind his sunglasses. Jake had to force himself not to look at him, not to see him at his most vulnerable.

“I don’t want to look at your face.”

He turned his head away, whimpering quietly, and scraped a hand over his face to try and regain his composure.

Jake huffed out a laugh, “That good?”

Elwood took a calming breath, “Yeah,” he leaned his head back onto Jake’s shoulder, “So good.”

“Must be so much better than your own hand.” Jake smiled as Elwood accidentally let out a moan. His cheeks flushed an even darker shade of pink and he put a hand over his mouth to stifle his noises.

He began to hold his breath for a short while, blowing it out with a small whine that gradually got louder and louder until Jake had to put his free hand over the top of Elwood’s, “Keep quiet. We’ll get caught.”

Elwood just moaned louder, now muffled by their hands, as his chest heaved. He squirmed and bucked his hips as Jake kept his pace, stroking him hard and fast to try and get him to the end as quick as he could.

It seemed to work, not even a minute later Elwood started to gasp, “I’m gonna- fuck, Jake.” He came in thick ropes over Jake’s fist, his whole body tensing against him.

“I got you, I got you.” He stroked him through his release and watched as his body twitched with overstimulation as he tucked him back into his trousers, leaving his hand on the bottom of his tummy.

Once Elwood’s breathing evened out, Jake pulled his hand away and just let his brother lean against him, “Worth waiting three years for that?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“Fuck off.”

[joyless-somebody]

Working on some Kinktober prompts (because I have become a very slow writer) !!

[vincent-van-gtg]

[fitnessdesire]

Can’t risk it

[laderdesders1]

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.