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Oh what id do for dbf Joel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don't know half of it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that an offer?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joel actually fucking growled at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy fourth, Joel.”

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

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

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

Gonna write some stuff tn or tmrw if you’d like to leave a request <333

Thank you for the love on the toji ask, I lub u guys 🫶🏻

Keep doing asks, I love doing them hehe

My class tonight got canceled so let’s see if I can whip up some Chishiya goodies tn 🙏🏼

(If you wanna send in a request for anything with him please do, I love getting requests <3)

Waiting and Watching

Gamer!Gojoxreader

18+ mdni

Content warning: porn watching, soft dom! gojo, tw link, riding, breast fondiling, teasing gojo, very slight voyeurism if you squint, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Wc: 1.4k

note: This is edited but I most likely missed stuff still but please enjoy :)

You’re chilling at gojos house while he’s gaming with his friend Suguru, laying on the bed waiting for attention.

You’re just scrolling on your phone going on social media trying to entertain yourself while your oh so lovely boyfriend keeps playing with his friend. Normally you don’t really care and would just keep doing what you normally do, but today you were feeling a little more needy than other days. Glancing over to your lover, you see that he is very much into his game.

“Oh come on Suguru help me out man!” Satoru shouted at the screen and through the headset he was wearing.

You try to drown out the shouting and get back to whatever you had been looking at on your phone. Getting bored of the app you were on you swipe out and go to twitter. Not really thinking much of anything you start scrolling on your timeline. As you’re scrolling you come across a video that is quite…alluring.

Immediately the video had you hot and bothered. You could feel the throbbing coming from your cunt already, and squeezing your legs together to try and calm it down. It clearly wasn’t working though, as you continued to watch the video on your phone. You look over at Satoru again and see that he’s very much into the game he’s playing still. Huffing you think for a second. You look down at yourself real quick, only wearing a t-shirt from satorus closet and some lounge shorts that were more like underwear with how short they were.

Before thinking about it, you felt your hand creep towards the waistband of your shorts. Reaching past it and into your underwear, your fingers start to circle over your clit. You could feel how wet you were already without even touching yourself. Looking back at the video you start to match thrust with your fingers.

You try being quiet by biting your lips, but you let small gasps come out. You could feel yourself coming close to your climax, but then you felt something grab on to your ankle and drag you to the edge of the bed.

While you were under the influence of your own pleasure, you failed to realize Satoru had stopped playing and taken his headphones and saw what you were up to.

“What is my cute little girlfriend up to hmm?” Satoru questioned you with a smirk on his face and reaching for your phone that was still replaying the video over and over again. Before you could answer him he speaks again.

“Oh what do we have here, you like this video baby?” He flips the screen to you and grabs onto your hip so you stay still. You hand was still down in your shorts and you slowly pulled it out while you answered.

“Um, well, you were busy and It was on my timeline so…” You look up at him with a red face and try and wipe your slicked fingers on your shorts. Before you could, Satoru grabs your wrist and your hand towards his mouth. Without any warning he sticks your fingers into his hand and licks your fingers clean of yourself. All you can do it stare up at him with a wide mouth.

“Well why didn’t you say anything baby? I would’ve gotten off if my baby said she was needy.” He tells you after finishing with your hands. He places your phone down on the bed next to you and sits down on the bed. He pulls you on top of him and you spread your legs across him thighs straddling him. You look up to his face and put your hands on his chest steadying yourself. Your boyfriend smirks looking up at your flustered face.

“Why don’t we recreate that lovely video hmm, whatcha think?” He asks with a wide smiling across his face, squeezing your hips in hid hands.

“Ok.” You reply back to him breathlessly.

Before you can think of anything else, you feel his lips crash onto yours. You feel his tongue pushing into yours and you moan into his mouth. You feel Satorus hands creep under his shirt and grab onto your breast, squeezing it with enough force to make you gasp. He takes this opportunity to start kissing down the side of your neck and grabbing onto the waist band of your shorts. Sitting up a bit, you let Satoru slide your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving you in just his shirt.

“God you’re so pretty.” Satoru mumbles against your lips before pressing his to them. You moan into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and rolling your hips into his. You could feel how painfully hard he was when you crotch met his. His hands found their way to your ass, giving it a nice squeeze while grinding your crotch against his again.

“Take it off.” You say to him breathlessly, wanting him to take his sweats off as well. Satoru smiles down at you chuckling at your neediness.

“Ok ok, calm down.” He replies to you, grabbing the waistband of his sweats and pulling it down enough to free his cock. Once its free you grab onto it and start stroking it slowly. While you’re doing that you feel your boyfriend reach behind you and touches you between your thighs. You gasp from the his touch and clench over nothing. Satorus fingers inch towards your entrance, feeling how wet you are. You moan at the touch of his fingers. Getting too impatient you whine at his teasing touch.

Giving in, Satoru slides two fingers into your cunt. You can feel his long fingers reaching way deeper than yours ever do, making you gasp out. You quickly feel yourself already wanting to come, Satoru could feel it too. Using this though, he quickly removed his fingers and positions you over his cock. Using your hands that were already on him, you maneuver it towards your clenching hold.

You slowly push yourself down onto him inch by inch, Satoru squeezing your waist and helping you. You let out a loud moan squeezing around his cock, Satoru letting out his own groan into your neck. You quickly set a calm but deep pace, bouncing up and down on Satorus cock.

“You’re squeezing me so hard sweetheart.” Satoru mumbles in your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. You grabbed onto his shoulders to give you balance. You move your hips in small circles, causing the pleasure to feel even better. Satorus hand crept around to your front and under his shirt to find your clit, rubbing small circles into that as well. You throw your head back letting out louder moans, squeezing Satoru even more than before.

You move your hands from his shoulders and pick up his shirt, moving the fabric out of the way. You can feel Satoru matching your hips with his own thrust, taking yourself closer to finishing. Satoru grabs onto your hips stopping you from doing your own movements, going so fast you can’t even say his name. Before you know it you’re throwing your head back and your body is convulsing with pleasure. You feel Satorus thrust stutter, giving one big final thrust before you feel his hot ropes shooting into you.

Coming down from both of your highs, you collapse onto Satorus chest. He drags his hands up your back, rubbing up and down, calming your heartbeat down.

“You have a really cute face when you cum, you know that?” Satoru mumbles into the top of your head. You look up at Satoru and smack his chest with the little energy you still have. He chuckles down at you and kisses your forehead. You enjoy this little moment, basking in each others presence. Moments like these make you love your boyfriend even more. Before you could enjoy the silence more though, the sounds of moans fill the room again.

You look over to the side of the bed and realize your phone was still been playing the video you had been watching. You’re cheeks flush and you push yourself off of Satorus quickly. Grabbing onto your phone, you pause the video and exit out of the app. You look over at Satoru, who is looking over at you with a grin on his face. He quickly stands up and picks you up, you wrap your legs around his waist to not fall.

He brings you over to his desk chair and sits down with you placed in his lap. You cuddle into his chest while he grabs onto his headset and logs back onto his game. You can faintly here suguru on the other end of the line.

“Are the two of you done?” You hear him say.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Hate finding a new character to obsess over just for them to barely have any fics

If anyone has any chishiya recs lmk 😖

Update- I made a fic lol here’s the link

This is so completely random but who cares

Mdni.

Imagine you go on a date with bf katsuki and yk you look all cute and have makeup on, that makeup including one of those plumping lip glosses that kinda burn your lips and shit. That lip gloss you reapply a few times throughout the night.

Fast forward to the end of the night and you end up back to the house and things get frisky and next thing you know you’re on your knees for katsuki. Things progress and you’re kissing at his tip about to descend onto his thick cock. Before you can though you here katsuki hiss and curse.

“Shit-ow“

You pull back and look up at him all worried. Katsuki has a confused and twisted look on his face.

“What’s wrong baby?” You ask him all concerned

“I don’t know, shits starting to burn. And not in a good way.” He answers you, hissing again looking down at his dick.

You tip your head to the side, confused as to what the hell he was talking about. What could possibly be making his-

Then it clicks.

You look up at him, mouth wide open. You quickly look get up off your knees and run over to your purse, digging through it like a maniac. All while you’re struggling katsuki is staring at you with a painful but confused look.

Once you found what you were looking for, you stumble back over to him. You hand him your lipgloss with an apologetic look on your face.

“I forgot I wore this tonight…” you chuckle out nervously while katsuki reads the label. Katsuki takes a few seconds before he looks up at you with an unreadable face.

“Oh you’re dead princess.”

guys. Im playing Until Dawn and I’m just imagining an Until Dawn au with like bnha (or just an anime of some kind, maybe jjk). Not sure who would be what but I love the idea. (might expand on this if ya girl gets time)

little morning rant-ish blurb

Something that like annoys me just a tinyyy bit, is when people make like an au of something yk yk (ex like teacher!katsuki, bartender!gojo, etc) but then proceeds to like have nothing relating to that au. Like it doesn’t make sense????

OR

when people make those au’s but clearly didn’t do any research on them like- at least look into it a tiny bit homie.

Anyways that’s all :)