#But I fuckin hate it my body already feels awful I don't need to make it any worse

[y-so-hungry]

I'm sick rn, and my coworker told me that when she's sick she eats less so her body can focus on healing

Which, if that were real and worked, would be a great tummy scenario.

But unfortunately she's also big on diet shit so this wasn't actually interesting it mostly made me mad that she somehow turned being sick and losing weight from it into a positive thing to be looking forward to :P

[ashen-char]

special to me 🔞

ship: anora x reader (gender neutral in terms, reader has a penis so g!p)

content: smut (but not PIV), sex work bc of ani's job

summary: a regular client of ani's, you strive to be special to her. the way she calls you puppy makes you think you might be.

word count: 1100+

Ani moans into the kiss, her body arching down into your touch. She can feel the hardening evidence of your arousal pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent. So greedy. She fucking loves it. It makes her own core throb with need, her panties dampening. Because of you. For you.

This knowledge is why you come back every time. You delude yourself that she's only this wet for you, that she hates everyone else she talks to. They're just wallets. You're special. Maybe it's true. Maybe this is her shtick with every client that walks through those doors. You can't bring yourself to care. Not when she smells of cherry blossoms and cheap tequila, not when you can taste her sweet on your tongue and feel her heat on your lap.

"Mmm, my naughty darling," Ani purrs, her hands sliding under your shirt to explore the planes of your back. "Touching yourself without permission, wasting your fuckin' cum. Such a bad puppy." She rocks her hips down against your lap, grinding her clothed pussy against your cock. You can feel it straining in your boxers, begging, pleading for more. More friction, more attention, fucking anything. "Don't you know it's all mine?"

"I'm not bad," you protest weakly. "Just missed you. P-please." You don't think you get the last word out, interrupted by Ani's manicured fingers slipping into your waistband. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nails digging into the leather seats.

Headquarters' VIP room is a familiar sight to you now. You went for the first time a couple months ago for your best friend's bachelor party. That's when you saw her.

Ani's words bring you out of that reverie. "You're lucky I'm in the mood to forgive you. The thought of you needing me so bad you stroked that pretty cock 'til you popped? Well, it makes a girl feel special." She flashes you a smile and you think it's genuine. You feel it.

That makes you perk up. You're her puppy, her baby, she wouldn't forgive anyone else. She wouldn't care.

Ani's hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm muscle there. She hooks her legs around your hips, using the leverage to pull you closer. Dancing has given her a lot of strength that might be surprising considering her slight frame, her core and legs in particular. You watch in awe every time she's on the pole. Or on your lap.

"I think you owe me an apology, don't you?" she breathes, her lips brushing against your ear. Her whisper is hot, makes your dick twitch. "You should've fucking visited earlier if you missed me. I think you need to make it up to me with that fat dick of yours."

She reaches between your bodies, fumbling with your zipper. Ani's fingers brush against your clothed cock, making her gasp at the size of you. "Fuck, puppy. Already?" the dancer teases.

"You know you make me hard," you answer sheepishly. "Don't be mean."

She finally gets your jeans undone, shoving them down your hips along with your boxers. "Fine. I'll play nice." Your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a resounding thwack. Ani's eyes widen at the sight, her mouth watering, mouth curving into a smile. "God, look at you. So big and hard, all for me."

She wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking you slowly. Ani's thumb swipes over the tip, smearing the bead of precum that's already leaking from your slit. "Tell me my body drives you insane," she says. "That you don't even look at any girl here."

"Your body is perfect." A breathless grasp. Ani pumps you a little harder, retaining that snail's pace but rewarding your words with a squeeze. "You're fucking breathtaking. No one dances better than you. I-I don't even watch anyone else, even if you're doing a group number. The other girls don't exist, not to me."

"Good puppy." She jerks you off with a smirk on that pretty face. You try not to close your eyes, to keep your gaze on how the glitter sparkles just above her cheeks, or the tinsel in her hair. Since she's got those long nails, her hand doesn't even completely wrap around you, mostly stroking the underside. But fuck that's good too. So good.

"Your good puppy," you whine. You can't take it. Your eyes close, you bite your lip, you scratch the seats up.

"I want your cum inside me, puppy. I want you to fill me up until I'm dripping with it." Her voice is low and breathy, filled with lust. "But first, I want that tongue. I want you to eat my pussy until I'm screaming your name."

Ani releases your cock, an action that makes you whimper pathetically, sitting up and quickly stripping off what's left of her clothes. She tosses her bra aside, her pert breasts bouncing free. Ani lies back on the couch, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her pussy is glistening, swollen with arousal. "Come and get it, puppy," she purrs, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. "Show me how sorry you are."

With a harsh gulp, you kneel down in front of her. A wary glance to the door. "You sure no one will barge in?" you ask. Not that your worry lasts long. She looks too good, glistening like that. Dripping, inviting you to taste. So you throw caution to the wind and you do.

Her legs wrap around your neck and pull you in until your cheeks are pressed against her inner thighs. With a roll of her hips, her wetness smears against your face. The sweetest nectar. There's no more room for hesitation. You bury your face between your legs and eat her out like you're fucking starving.

Your erection is still raging, jutting out from between your legs, but you don't call attention to it. Ani's teased you about it a bunch, calling it your red rocket, your stiffie, laughing as she jacks you off and says it's cute. You lap at her cunt, little licks on her clit since you know she likes the build up. She always tells you to be gentle at first and you're her good puppy so you do.

Her hand strokes through your messy hair, nails scratching your scalp. "That's it, puppy. Just like that." She sighs, and you can feel her body relaxing, muscles untensing. "Maybe I missed you too. Just maybe."

You realise it then, as your tongue curls around her engorged clit and she twists so pretty for you. You were so worried about being special to her that you never thought that she wanted that too. "You're perfect," you repeat, "you're talented, and fierce and I-"

Her grip on your hair tightens and her hips rise from the leather seat, bucking against your mouth as she cums, beautiful and breaking just for you.

[arminsumi]

🔞 playtime w enemy!gojo

g. satoru — さとる

NOTE: i think abt this idea all the time n i just thought id gift u all a piece of mean nasty enemy gojo lusting for u

WARNINGS — ignore errors pls, smut, he's mean he's a jerk but he kinda feels for u, blood mentions, fighting, m*sturbation, he jerkin it to a pic he snapped of ur defeated face 🫠 sexual tension, impact play (slapping n spanking), dirty talk, namecalling (sl*t, wh*re, b*tch, freak) and nicknames (bunny, sweetheart, baby), dirty talk, unprotected sex, taboo sex (fucking ur enemy) creampie, it's nasty im ngl, god kink thing??? he rlly cums n goes 🧍‍♀️, hairpulling

just... just enemy!gojo...

enemy!gojo kissing you like he's trying to kill you. you can feel this murderous rage on his lips after you fuck up his heroic plans.

and enemy!gojo fighting you like he's trying to get in your pants 🥴 he hates you so much, but let's be real he's in fucking denial and needs you so bad. after fights, he's cooped up in his bedroom jerking off to the memory of all those positions he put you in. ("ooh, well aren't you flexible?" he teases when he literally puts you into a full-nelson. "hey, if this whole villain business fails for you then you can be my personal pornstar.")

his whole body feels like it's on fire when you're throwing fists with him. he shakes not from exhaustion or pain but just pure sexual desire. he gets so upclose and personal with you, you're sure it's on purpose. when you're limp and defeated, he takes a victory picture :( grabs your jaw and says "smile for the camera! aw, pretty lil' loser. you're so photogenic!" and you know when he gets home, he's gonna jerk off to that.

he can barely take your martial arts seriously, because you're so fucking tiny and weak in comparison to him. enemy!gojo likes to remind you of that, when he has you on your knees with your nose dribbling blood.

"aw, sweetheart, you're so fucking weak it's kinda turning me on."

he's got a fistfull of your hair, forcing your head to tilt back so violently yet when you look up at him, you can't help but feel this raw sexual tension and primal need to kiss him and worship him.

"f—fuck you, gojo — y-you're a freak. you think you're god... but you're a monstrous freak."

he's looking at you. and you're not sure if that's a murderous look or a pure lustful look — is he gonna kill you or fuck you? in his mind, though, the idea of killing you long faded away; you're his favorite enemy. what would he do without you? fighting with you is just the best, he gets to joke and tease and flirt and pester you and see you enjoying it wholeheartedly.

"bunny, look how cute you are, bleeding for me."

when you try spit your blood at him to retaliate, he's considering pulling his zipper down and stuffing your stupid mouth full of his cock. now that would put him on a power trip like nothing else.

then imagine the day this needy, desperate man actually snaps. and you snap. and the both of you fuck like bunnies. panting and feral. he couldn't say no when you started begging on your bruised knees for him to just fuck you already, just split you open on his cock.

his thrusts are primal. he's mocking you, voice so venemously attractive.

"wh���what would your friends think now, huh? think they'd still trust you knowing how willingly you spread your fuckin' legs for me? you damn slut. 'seen the way you look at me, gets me hot every time. you don't have any fucking idea what you do to me, do you? ha—ahhh that's so good... that's so fucking good..." his voice is usually so composed even when fighting, but when he's balls deep fucking up your guts so passionately then his voice becomes strained.

and he loves hearing your cute dirty talk, but you've got such a small voice he thinks it's cutely pathetic.

"f-fuck, g-g—gooojo ~ ! fuck me like you hate me."

he chuckles, "oh, baby. i don't have to fake it. i hate you so — fucking — much — ahhh — damn bitch, making my life so hard the least y-you could do is let me have this pussy once a week."

"a-anything for you."

his heart flutters. why? you're his enemy he reminds himself and makes his thrusts meaner and harder until you can't form a coherent thought. he relishes in your screaming moans, and there's no end to the teasing. as soon as he notices something he comments on it.

"ooh, look at that little pussy cream for me. who's it creaming for? who? that's fucking right, me. yeah stay like that and take my cock."

"o—h my god, nnn ~ !" you squeal, feeling almost too good with your threatening orgasm.

"ah-ah, there's no god but me, baby. i'm the one making this pussy freak out. ooh... think you're right, i do have a god complex. why don't you indulge in it? yeah? c'mon, baby i'm your god."

"y—you're m-my g–god, satoruuuh ~ ! ow!"

he plants a hard slap to your face. you're no stranger to his mean slaps, in fact you've joked to yourself about being his favorite bitch to slap. but that one in particular hurt, and you loved it.

"don't say my fucking name like we're friends, you freak. f—fuck... you like that, don't you? yeah? little freaky bitch likes getting slapped? mmm that's cute. kinky litttle fucking whore, let's see how hard this pathetic pussy can cum."

he pumps his cock into you at such a mean angle that you completely lose yourself, babbling obscenities and trembling in his strong hold. you couldn't free yourself from his grip even if you wanted to; he's the strongest, after all.

you get a good idea of how strong he is when you fight and sneak off to fuck.

the way he presses down on your back, the way he bullies his cockhead so deep that it feels like he's in your tummy, the way he pulls both your arms back with a rough tug like you're a ragdoll — just his fleshlight that he can move on his cock himself however he likes because he's so much bigger than you.

"gonna cum, my little slut gonna take it? yeah? good. that's what i like to fucking hear — oh fuck — ahhhah cumming — hah fuck that's good — that's — mmm — that's my fuckin' girl."

he plants rough spanks to your ass, groaning so deeply and holding you so close against his body that you feel like you're one with him.

"ooh, fuck..." he pulls out hastily, zipping himself up. forehead and abs beading with sweat. "thanks, love playtime with you. now get the fuck out of my sight." he sounds so sweet and venomous that you can't tell if he's joking, but then you remember a cold hard fact;

gojo satoru is your enemy.

[partycatty]

so johnny puts on a little bit of weight right (eating or drinking who knows) and he fuckin hates it. maybe not insecure but he’s not happy with how he looks, his abs aren’t defined and hard as rock anymore, he can GRAB his stomach.

so fem!reader isn’t having it and FUCKS HIM BLOWS HIM RIDES HIM all while grabbing at the flesh of his ass thighs stomach anywhere she can nab and praising him because thick men and women are HOT

love you 💙💙

IM SORRY IM NOT MAKING THIS SMUTTY BECAUSE I NEED FLUFF FOR ONCE IN MY GODDAMN LIFE BLUE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU NEED TO BE SPAYED /LH

johnny cage > pudge

warnings: insecure johnny *chewing on his pudge rn*

notes: guys im tweaking over johnny hardcore this time around thanks to my favorite enabler @spacepl4ant <3

[ masterlist ]

• johnny has been insecure as of late, pulling and squishing at his body with frustrated groans every time he dressed himself in the mirror. his jawline softened, chest puffed and stomach spilling out over his belt. he didn't want to admit just how far he let himself go, drinking on his off-days and spending more time on the couch instead of his at-home gym. it took a toll on his perfect physique.

• he didn't want to burden you with the realization, opting to ignore the change by wearing looser clothing or pulling away when your touches get too intimate. it put you off, leaving you confused and worried on why he's being so distant. was it something you did? something you didn't do?

• it wasn't that he was neglecting you or declining your touch, he just visibly tensed or conveniently turned away to your physical advances. he felt gross, he felt unlike himself, as if he was wearing the wrong skin and it made it crawl. johnny wondered if you would be disgusted or upset with his lack of attention to his body. baggy clothes were his go-to.

• johnny knew you didn't properly notice, instead assuming he was going through a wardrobe change and trying something new. but, upon checking his walk-in closet, you didn't notice any new clothes.

• the two of you were getting ready for a dinner date out, johnny opting for one of his larger button-ups and flowy pants. as he faced the mirror to don the shirt, your padding footsteps were down the hall and quickly approaching.

• he couldn't just slam the door on you, what an asshole he'd be, but he didn't want you seeing his bare stomach and the way the pudge poured over his belt buckle. johnny tried pulling the pants up further, but instead ended up looking like a fumbling idiot as you finally walked into the bedroom.

• you were already ready, always earlier than your husband - he was the diva, not you - and you leaned against the doorway, whistling at the side-view he provided.

• "hey there superstar," you coo, looking him up and down. johnny feels hot. "looking good, my love."

• "thanks, sugar," his voice is strained, upset as he fumbles with the belt. "i think my belt shrunk in the wash."

• you give him a funny look. "you're not throwing your belts in the washer, are you?"

• he whines, flopping his arms to the side and looking at the ceiling with a huff. "no, it's not fitting right. i think i've gained weight."

• "i know," you nod, walking over to him and hugging him from behind. "i don't care."

• "you don't?" his voice is gentler, softer. "i do."

• "why?"

• "because i don't look like johnny cage," he moans, tugging at his shirt. "i feel awful. i wasn't training, i drank, i've been just... lazy."

• you're quiet for a while before you open your mouth to reply. "i think you look like johnny cage," your voice has a concealed playfulness to it. "i mean, you're who i married, and you still have my favorite parts."

• "what's that then?" he frowns. "if not my muscles."

• you trail your hands around his body as you face him, tearing his gaze away from the mirror behind you. your eyes can't help but trail across his features with a warm smile, struggling to pick the first thing you could.

• "your nose," you begin, getting on tippy toes to kiss it. "i like the shape. strong, charming.

• "your eyes," you place fluttering kisses, just barely on his lashes. "warm, they're expressive and you have a cute puppy dog look."

• "your hair," you run your fingers through the silky locks, scratching with your nails ever so slightly against his scalp. "you take good care of it, it's soft and cute when you wake up in the morning."

• "alright, alright," he giggles, pushing you away by your hips. "i get it."

• you pout at him, crossing your arms. he chuckles and pulls away, stepping back. you point behind him, to the bed. he raises his hands in a surrendering motion and plops his butt onto the sheets.

• you're quick to climb onto him, kicking your shoes off and straddling his lap. johnny's hands instinctively fall to your outer thighs, supporting you as you sat on his own.

• "you're sweet to me," you continue, hands on his face, ever so slightly kneading at his cheeks. "you're handsome, you're charming, you know what you want and you strive to get it, you're creative, you're brave, i mean, nobody else could've done what you did back in sun do. you saved the timeline. i'm glad you did, or i wouldn't be here with you."

• "it wasn't just me that saved everything," he protests, but not entirely denying your reassurance. "we had ninjas, fire gods, monks-"

• "ah-" you put a finger to his lips, his eyes widen in surprise. "but you were there. you gave kenshi purpose, you had that stupid, stupid drone, you cheered everyone up, you looked out for others. only johnny cage did that."

• he grins lopsidedly, scanning your face in admiration. "you're such a sweetheart."

• "because you deserve it," you kiss the tip of his nose. "and for the record, you're cute with a little tummy."

[lcandothisallday]

Wedding Season - Jack Harlow x f!reader

Summary: Jack is invited to an old friend’s wedding and he’s been convinced by his friends to bring the girl he hates as his plus one.

It was a rather chill summer day for Jack. He had gone to the studio earlier in the day which allowed him to have a relaxing rest of the night. So that’s where he was now, chilling in his living room of the apartment he shared with Urban while the both of them ate the takeout they ordered.

Earlier in the month, both boys were invited to an old high school friend’s wedding back in Louisville and neither one of them had the heart to say no despite their busy schedules. Now there was only a couple days until the wedding and Jack felt like an absolute loser for not having a date.

“You bringing anyone to Colton’s wedding?” Jack asked Urban before he scooped up a mouthful of mashed potato to eat.

Urban couldn't help but smile. “You know how I started talking to Nia again?” Jack nodded, showing that he was listening as he chewed. “Yeah...invited her as my plus one...gonna try to make things official with her after the wedding,” he explained.

Jack groaned, “fuck outta here, man. You letting me ride solo on this one?” he half joked in question. Urban only shrugged with a laugh. “Not my fault you ain't got anyone at the moment...or you know...you could always ask y/n to be your date,” he suggested cautiously. 

Upon hearing that, Jack scoffed. “Bro--y’all gotta stop bringing her up I swear,” he muttered. “We have never and will never get along,” he persisted arrogantly.

“She’s Nia’s best friend--”

“And what does that have to do with me?” Jack asked in annoyance. “You just want to get on Nia’s good side but I��m the one that’s gonna end up suffering.”

Urban furrowed his brows before he scoffed. “You’re so fucking dramatic bro. I don't even understand what happened for you to hate her so much,” he tsked. “It’s like you were in love with her one minute during high school--wanting to ask her out for junior prom-- and the next you hated her guts. But whatever man. If you wanna be the hottest rapper out there and still not be able to cop a date then that’s up to you,” he shrugged.

Jack rolled his eyes before he let out a defeated sigh. “I’ll think about it...but no fuckin’ promises,” he mumbled.

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You stood in front of the mirror, staring and picking apart your appearance in the dress you had chosen for Colton and Grace’s wedding. It was an outdoor wedding and so you dressed in a simple silk-like dress that hugged your body perfectly and the colour complementing your beautiful and glowing skin. Despite knowing you looked good, you couldn’t help but be nervous.

“You need to stop picking apart your look,” Nia spoke up matter of factly, noticing your nerves, as she applied her gloss. She looked absolutely stunning as well, her dress choice also being the most perfect look for her. Urban was going to be hella impressed to say the least.

You let out a sigh. “I’m not I’m just--I don’t understand why Jack asked me to be his plus one,” you frowned. “I feel like it’s some cruel prank,” you mumbled, smoothing down your dress anxiously. 

“Well I mean people change,” Nia pointed out. “So give it a chance. Maybe this is him trying to make amends,” she offered, ever the optimist. “Now come on! We’re gonna be late!” she exclaimed, grabbing hold of your hand before the both of you stumbled out of the apartment with your heels clicking behind you.

As you arrived to the venue, you were in complete awe of the setup. It was beautiful--from the grand archway, down to the details in the flowers that stood as centrepieces on each table. 

You took in a breath as you scanned the venue, noting how you were met with familiar faces from your high school days. “This...is gonna be a long ass day. I can already tell,” you whined, your friend humming in agreement.

“There’s Urban,” Nia breathed out with love struck eyes, causing you to giggle. “Ooooh your man looks good,” you teased, causing her to blush madly. “Shut up,” she mumbled while still blushing. “He’s not officially my man...yet.”

When Urban finally set eyes on you and Nia, he started approaching with Jack dragging behind him reluctantly. Truth be told he was nervous. He hadn’t seen you in quite some time and the last time he spoke to you, it was full of hostility.

Urban immediately pulled Nia aside, whispering in her ear and complimenting her in all the ways he should, leaving you and Jack standing alone.

“Hey,” he mumbled in greeting. “You uh...you look nice...I guess.”

You smile awkwardly and begin to anxiously play around with the rings on your fingers. “Thanks. So do you.”

As the night progressed, the tension between Jack and you seemed to linger in the air. Despite the polite exchanges and forced smiles, there was an underlying current of animosity that couldn't be ignored. It was as if both of you were tiptoeing around a minefield, waiting for the first explosion to occur.

After dinner, the DJ started playing a slow, romantic song, and couples began to take the dance floor. Nia and Urban shared a loving glance before swaying together, lost in their own world. Feeling a mix of discomfort and curiosity, you and Jack found yourselves standing near each other.

Jack cleared his throat. “Do you want to dance?” he asked. You shook your head. “Not really,” you responded quietly, causing Jack to audibly scoff. “God you’re such a bitch,” he muttered, running his hands through his curls. “I don’t know why I’m even trying.”

Your eyes widened as you took full offence. “I’m the bitch?! Oh I’m sorry for not wanting to dance with the guy who’s always been an asshole to me! If I remember correctly--you’re the one who blocked me out of the blue!”

“Don’t act like you don’t know why y/n.”

You scoffed. “Actually why don’t you enlighten me because I don’t remember ever doing anything to you to make you hate me so much! I liked you and I thought the feelings were mutual—”

“They were until I overheard you telling your friends you thought I was ugly and that I was stupid for trying to pursue a rap career,” he mumbled.

Hearing that made your heart sink to your stomach. “Jack,” you sighed. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” you say softly. “Because I didn’t actually mean any of that—”

“Then why did you say it?” he asked, his voice quiet and almost quivering. “I really fucking liked you and I know I always played it off like I’m a confident motherfucker but that crushed me.”

Your heart absolutely broke at hearing his confession. “Oh Jack—I only said that because Tina was a bitch and she noticed you and me getting closer and she started saying that someone as likeable and popular as you wouldn’t romantically go for someone like me. She also said that the two of you had started hooking up and it wasn’t long before you would’ve started dating so I had to back off and the only way to protect myself in front of her was to make it seem like I never cared about you from the start,” you explained softly.

“She’s a liar. I never fucked around with her like that—”

“Yeah well how was I supposed to know?! She was the blonde skinny popular white girl—and I was me—I guess it just made sense to me,” you sighed.

Jack groaned, “well that was up to me to decide don’t y’a think? God—I just wish you would’ve just told me or something.”

“Yeah well can’t change the past now,” you muttered sarcastically under your breath but loud enough for him to hear.

Jack licked his lips in thought before a small smirk started to make its way onto his lips. “You’re right…but we can definitely influence the future,” he hummed, taking your hand and pulling you onto the dance floor.

The slow romantic song was still playing so he took the opportunity to take both your hands and place them on his broad shoulders before his own rested against your hips, leading the dance with gentle sways.

Your cheeks were on fire at the entire interaction, but you welcomed it easily, thankful that he was the one that was able to take charge.

The both of you swayed in silence, you choosing to look anywhere but his eyes while he stared intently at you, loving the chance to admire you up close.

“Jack…I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” you whispered, the guilt eating you alive.

“I don’t think I stressed enough earlier how beautiful you look,” he mused, looking down at you with his charming smile.

You can’t help your own smile making its way onto your lips. “Jack.”

“Y/N,” he mocked back teasingly.

“I was being serious!” you laughed.

Jack rolled his eyes playfully. “Isn’t it obvious that I forgive you already?” he asked with a raised brow, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.

You shrugged. “Just want the confirmation.”

“If you let me kiss you would that be enough confirmation?”

“Yes,” you whispered timidly, a blush overtaking your cheeks.

As the words left your lips, Jack wasted no time in closing the distance between you. His hand cupped your cheek gently, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. And then, his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into the embrace, the animosity of the past melting away with every lingering touch. The world around you faded into the background as Jack deepened the kiss, his other hand finding its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with flushed cheeks, Jack rested his forehead against yours, a contented smile gracing his lips. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A genuine smile spread across your face as you looked into his eyes, seeing a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "I wish I had been honest with you from the beginning," you confessed. "But I promise, I'll make it up to you."

Jack's smile widened, and he brushed his thumb gently across your cheek. "I believe you," he said softly. "We both made mistakes, but we can start fresh--starting with a proper first date?"

“I’d like that a lot.”

[ill-skillsgard]

Reckless With Your Love - Joel Miller x Reader

Title: Reckless With Your Love

A continuation of: Comin' Back For More

Characters: Joel Miller (The Last Of Us) x AFAB Reader

Warning: 18+ smut - Unprotected Sex/Masturbation/Oral/Tons of Daddy kink/Age Gap/Breeding/Pregnancy/Horror/Injury/Loss of Consciousness/Blood/Angst/Basically if you're reading my smut you know it's pure filth. Alternate timeline Joel Miller. I try not to assign reader any explicit body types but Joel does manhandle at some points. No Y/N.

Summary: It's clear you want Joel, but after an accident during your expedition, your reckless feelings disrupt what you pine for most. Joel grapples with the risks of falling for someone at the end of the world.

Note: I'm so sorry, but I can't get over him. I needed to get this out of my system. Actually, I'm not sorry but... Idk. Hope you like!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"...I wanted you to come home to me. Needed you."

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There was no feeling in the world like the one crawling through your chest when Joel looked up at you, mouth open, eyes shocked, wide, and glassy. You wondered what went through his mind when you were on top of him,

naked, bouncing your hips with your palms planted on his collarbone. Did he think he was the luckiest man on earth or that he had tangled himself with a problem whose appetite was too much to handle? His rough hands on your thighs made you hope for the former, but his regretful stare indicated the latter was more likely. Especially after your abrupt request.

"You want me to do what now?" Joel asked.

"Hit me, Joel."

He scoffed, hips bucking. "I ain't hittin' you, sugar."

"Please, Daddy. Slap me."

"Just keep ridin' it like a good girl."

"Don't be a pussy."

Joel gripped your waist and tossed you onto the mattress, pinning your wrists and glaring down at you. He stayed buried inside, pelvis still stirring.

"I ain't no fuckin' pussy, and I ain't no woman beater neither."

"Just a little love tap or two," you pouted. "Please, Joel?"

"Didn't I already spank your ass before we started?"

You purred and arched up to nip his bottom lip. He growled and kissed you, hips snapping fast, creating momentum with the bed rocking. He looked down at you now with ferocity, and again, you wondered what he was thinking.

"Talk dirty to me, then?" You begged. "Please, Daddy."

It still irked him when you called him Daddy. He didn't quite understand the title and why it brought you comfort, only that it made you wet, further confusing him.

"You're a fuckin' nasty girl, you know that? So addicted to cock you can't help yourself."

"Only yours, Daddy."

"Yeah, you love it when Daddy takes your pussy."

The line made you crackle and melt. Joel took the opportunity to thrust into you faster, to rid you of the violent sexual cravings.

They only worsened.

Under the guise of taking his fingers in your mouth, you moved his hand from the bed to your lips, sucking on the digits for a moment before moving his hand to your throat.

"Please, Daddy."

Joel shoved his arms under your back and lifted you onto his lap so he could look you in the eyes and assert control.

"For the last—mmm—fuckin' time, girl, I ain't hurtin' you like that."

"Why not, baby?" You whined. "You seem to have no problem beating my pussy."

"Can't you just fuck me like normal? Don't you wanna be a good girl and listen to Daddy?"

A sly smile spread across your face as Joel continued pumping into you. "Aw, you just want to make love, is that it?"

"Just shut up and kiss me like you mean it."

"Of course I mean it. You're so goddamn sexy."

Joel hated that too. Compliments made him close his eyes and try to forget he wasn't a young man. That was something you had been trying to train out of him for weeks. It had taken many tries to get him to take all of his clothes off in front of you, but even still, he preferred sex at night with no light. It came down to threats just to get him to allow you to take his shirt off, and when he did, your compliments were taken as pity.

It wasn't pity, and it sure as fuck wasn't because he was simply willing. His dark eyes and hair and tanned skin, his gruff voice and tough palms, the way he couldn't express himself with words but bore his soul to you in the bedroom made you mad for the man. Joel was everything.

You kissed him deeply, wrapping yourself around his whole body as you undulated.

"Fine. Fuck me how you like," you whispered. "Just as long as you don't stop fucking me."

"I won't stop, sugar. No way."

His version of control was closed eyes and taut lips, but you had your ways of circumventing his shyness. You placed his hands on your breasts so he'd open his eyes and asked him questions so he'd open his mouth.

"Does it feel good to be inside of me, Daddy? Inside my tight, young little cunt?"

He shivered and rocked forth hard. "'Course it feels good, baby girl."

How he gazed into your eyes after that. You smiled, kissed him, and smiled onto his lips until he smiled too.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, Joel."

"C'mon now, sugar."

"I'm not joking. Would I be dying for your hands on me if I didn't think so? Do you think I'd crave you this much?"

Joel laid you down, bent your knees, and spread your thighs, gazing between your legs with a smirk.

"I'm lucky, but I ain't beautiful. I got me some fine tail to keep me warm. Lucky is all I am."

"Lucky you're so fucking good-looking."

You had turned to make Joel blush into a sport and moaned heartily as he angled upwards and struck your sweet spot. It was high on the short list of your life's greatest pleasures.

"Lucky you got such a nice cock," you continued. "Lucky you fuck so well and make my pussy so wet I can't stand it. Fuck, Joel. That's good! Don't stop. Please, don't stop fucking me just like that."

Joel sped up, sweat breaking on his skin. He cursed under his breath and looked down between your bodies again to admire how soaked his cock was slamming in and out of you. The satisfying strokes inched you closer to the edge of all the pleasure you could take. Had he roughed you up the way you liked, you might have already cum, but this way, you got to enjoy him for longer. And you wanted to keep him with you for as long as possible, for Joel still hadn't agreed to stay and sleep with you.

Tonight, you were going to change that. You were determined to get more.

"Fuck, baby. Feels so perfect inside of me."

"Look at me, sugar. Look at me while I make you cum."

His velocity increased as you drilled your eyes into his. If he wanted obedience, he'd get it from you, even if he paled from the effect it caused.

"Oh, I love it, Joel. Fuck, baby. Love you like this. Fucking me so good. Oh, god, I love you."

"I know you love my dick, princess."

"I love you... Inside of me... On top of me... I love... You. God, I fucking love you, Joel. Keep fucking me. I'm so close."

Joel stared in awe, panting, blinking, trying to determine if you were serious or overwhelmed with pleasure. Your fingernails raked up his back, over his shoulders, and through his hair.

"Can I cum for you, baby?" You asked.

Joel's elbows nearly collapsed. "Cum for me, sweetheart. You know that's the only way Daddy can cum too... Feelin' that pretty pussy gettin' all tight around me."

"May I rub my clit?"

"'Course you can, sugar. Cum all over my... Mmph... Get it all wet."

He rammed into you with short, fast strokes. When you reached down to touch yourself, Joel couldn't hold on. He hunched over, bucking frantically, muttering how good it felt while you worked to the edge. You met him there, and he nodded.

"Cum, baby girl. Cum with me."

"Yes, Joel. Fuck yes."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Joel slammed his hips into your pelvis, balls tensing against you as he shot thick strands of cum with each violent, orgasmic pulse. You contracted around him and made it much worse. Joel usually pulled out, but not tonight. The obscenity of it made you giddy with lust.

You placed your hand over his heart when he collapsed next to you and admired how it smashed against your palm.

"You came inside of me."

Joel's chest pumped to catch his breath, dark curls of hair stuck to his forehead. "Yeah... I guess I did."

Usually, at this time, Joel would clean his mess off of your tits, tummy, or ass, then scramble to get his clothes back on before an awkward departure. Instead, he rolled onto his side and gathered you in his arms, tucking your head under his chin. You breathed and kissed his deep masculine scent from his neck and sighed.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked.

"You fucked me how you wanted."

"I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have done all that."

"Please don't say you regret it, and leave me alone again tonight."

"No," he whispered before kissing your forehead. "No, I don't regret it. D'you?"

"I never regret being with you, Joel."

"You regret sayin' you love me?"

"No."

"You might."

"Shut the fuck up."

Joel chuckled heartily. This was a foreign sound from him. You buried your smile against his chest as his thumb rubbed circles on your back.

"Will you stay tonight?" You asked.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'll stay."

The bliss lasted into the night and morning but not much longer after that. You were slated to depart on an expedition that would put nearly a thousand miles between you and Joel. Word had spread of a hospital North of the border that had remained untouched due to a perimeter of mountainous rubble, scalable only by hand. Your faction had been running low on supplies for weeks, and a hospital score would increase trade tenfold. Joel understood the necessity and encouraged you to go despite everything.

And what was everything? Joel wasn't your boyfriend; he had already made himself clear and had no intentions of being anything but a friend with benefits. So you had slept with him a dozen times? You had said you loved him in the heat of the moment last time and had never discussed it further. You could live without him, could live without anyone. That you had proven to yourself time and time again. So why was the idea of traveling so far away twisting your gut?

You had no choice in the matter and put your trepidations aside for a greater cause. Most of the trip could be made by vehicle, so you met with your team the morning you departed, greeted by a farewell party of your factions' most grateful members. They brought you extra clothes, food from their paltry kitchens, ammunition, and handwritten thank-you cards from the little ones. It was touching, but you couldn't help noticing the one presence that would have made the early grey morning optimistic. Only when you were in the truck, surrounded by rucksacks and crates.

Joel showed up with only a minute to catch you leaving, a stoic poise in the company of waving townsfolk. He waved at you, and only you and you pressed your hand to the window, your stomach flipping and flopping, heart hammering. You wanted to tell the driver to stop so you could get out to hug him, tell him that you weren't sure what exactly he meant to you, but that he did mean something, that his affection had renewed your vigor for survival, but it was too late. Damn him, you thought. If only he had cared enough to show up sooner.

You were a day out from the hospital and needed to focus on the task, rest up and remember why you had come. Days were filled with work, and your nights were overrun with anxiety, the cause of which you refused to believe had anything to do with Joel or the thoughts of him finding a new hole to fill in your absence. You had to push that fear away, denying its existence.

You saw a city come into view from the backseat of the rickety truck. The once tall buildings now buckled in disarray, some of them horizontal, concrete, and steel innards splayed across the land. That is where you had to climb.

There was a briefing, a distribution of weapons, and a prayer circle if you could call it prayer. There was no god to beg for strength, only hope you didn't run into a field of dormant clickers or, worse—an active clan. It had been nearly a week of travel with many roadblocks, but you had made it, and the score was buried beneath a crust of wreckage. The work promised to be excruciating.

As with all expeditions, a significant portion of time was spent navigating the streets' insurmountable blockages. You had to find new ways over, under, and through buildings lying in the rot of the last decade. When your team found the hospital, it was already dark, the crew exhausted from a day of climbing and shifting rock slabs, and you had the cooking duty. The bright side was that you all sat down to the trip's biggest and most indulgent meal the day before an excavation. It was tradition to cook up a vat of stew and share the luxurious treats like old Twinkies, flakies, and food your factions had sent along with you. This time, you found candied nuts and tough wine gummies in a corner store that had only been partially demolished in the bombings, so everyone was in high spirits.

When the real challenging work began, all thoughts of home and Joel and clickers faded into distant background noise that barely registered in your brain. Digging into the hospital was the hard part, and without dynamite or machinery to move the detritus, it all came down to manpower. You couldn't cause any significant disturbance lest you wake the terrors no doubt lying in wait elsewhere. Every move had to be calculated. It was stressful work but something your team needed to handle.

With a team of armed watchers at your back, you worked until sundown to find a way into the semi-collapsed hospital. When you burrowed through the wreckage, your biceps shuddered in pain, legs quaked from overuse. Every movement made you grit your teeth, and though your team suffered similarly, once the way was clear, you had to drop in.

"It's too late. Let's go back to camp and start tomorrow when we're rested," Andreas said as you prepared to slide down the narrow tunnel into the carcass of the building. He was your elected team leader, a huge, dark man, and a former Navy Seal with strict ways of doing things.

Perhaps he was right. Bandaging your scraped knuckles and sleeping off the hurt would provide significant relief. Your eyes begged to shut, and your feet ached to be rid of your weight, but the prize was so close, and the sooner you salvaged enough supplies, the sooner you could return. The thought of home propelled you, despite your bodily afflictions.

"It's right there. Let me grapple down and get a good look before we call it a night."

"Come on... It's dark. We'll have natural light tomorrow."

"I just want a quick look," you insisted. "Take my rope."

Andreas sighed and pulled the cord attached to your harness, testing the knots.

"Five minutes, then I'm pulling you up whether you like it or not. Do not make me go in there after you."

You lodged your boot into a jagged foothold and began your descent. Once you were neck-deep in the shaft, you turned on your headlamp and nodded at Andreas and the rest.

"Five minutes."

The beam of light illuminated the heavy dust floating around your face, disturbed by your breath as you shimmied down the opening. The shaft was tight, with only half a foot of space between your body and chips of crumbling cinderblock. You avoided sprigs of metal piping and tested every step before relaxing your entire weight. You snapped the rope to let Andreas know when you had touched down, then crawled on your hands and knees until you felt cold tile.

No matter how many abandoned buildings you explored, the eeriness never relented. Your pulse surged in your ears as you flashed your light along every wall and corner. The entrance your team had created led to a vast corridor littered with broken glass that crunched and scraped with every slow step. Several rooms were to the left, all filled with gravel spilling in from shattered windows. Sifting through the crag would be useless, so you continued and turned right, flashing your beam along the walls until you found a sign or a closet.

What looked like a nurse's station at the end of the hall had been piled high with broken furniture and beams splitting down from the ceiling. There had to be medicine near the station, so you stepped forward to climb the wall only to find the cord had reached its threshold.

"Fuck," you whispered. It was so close.

The voice of reason in your head told you to head back. Tomorrow, you could return with your whole team and sweep the entire hospital in a few hours, but there was another voice teeming with curiosity about what lay beyond the wall. You unfastened the buckles around your waist, stepped out of the harness, and began to climb to the space at the top of the barricade. A rock fell beneath your boot, and you slipped as gravel seethed and spread across the floor. You remained still until it stopped, then continued with slower movements.

Just beyond the barricade, the corridor was nearly untouched by devastation. You flashed your light along a wall of storage shelves with color-coded bins. Jackpot.

In a rush to squeeze through the hole, you slid down and caused a similar avalanche of debris on the other side, unable to wait. You threw down your knapsack and began shoveling bottles and packaged medical instruments inside until it was nearly bursting. Once you could barely zip the sack closed, you threw it on and inspected the other shelves. There were tools and protective equipment, masks, linens, gauze, alcohol wipes, and more medicine than you could read. Satisfied with your work, you turned toward the way you came and began to climb.

The way up from the other side was twice as unwieldy, and you struggled to get your footing. There was no way to hoist yourself up, so you gave up trying and found a stool to boost your height.

Your name echoed through the other side of the barricade, and you winced.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," you muttered.

A series of guttural ticks bounced off the walls. Something had answered, and the heat of primal fear exploded through your chest. A clicker. It lurched into view, flowering head jerking and swiveling on a crooked neck. Its foot dragged behind it, and you could tell by its tattered scrubs that it had once been an orderly of the hospital, now an abomination of humankind, creaking like old wood, following your scent.

You scrambled up the wall, sending a wave of gravel tumbling down. The creature snapped its head toward you and shrieked between rotten, gnarled teeth. Behind it, another emerged, and then another and another, blighted with fruiting clusters that had devoured the human heads long ago. There were only a few yards between you and them, and seconds before they reached the barricade. In your haste to get through the hole, you cut open your shoulder and cried out, tumbling forward on the other side where your harness was pulled away.

"No, wait!"

The clickers piled over each other to climb the barricade, screaming in their violent tongue, thrashing and writhing. A warm wave enveloped your arm, yet there was no pain, only panic. Blood rolled down your arm, dotting a trail as you crawled.

"Andreas! Help!"

A deep groan bellowed on the other side of the barricade, and soon mottled arms and infested heads ripped through the debris with inhuman strength. They had alerted their hoard, and they had all come in a fierce rush but, with no cooperation, trampled each other, trying to reach their prey. You scuttled backward, slicing your palms on the broken glass until you got your footing. You stumbled toward the hole just as your harness and rope disappeared and slammed your body into the opening with no regard for the serrated confines. A prong in the rubble sliced you from navel to hip, opening an inch-wide gap from which hot blood poured.

As you wriggled inside the opening, strong hands clawed at your boots. You flailed your legs, grabbing the rope as your team yelled at you to climb. Blind and numb, you kicked and kicked, grasping for handholds to pull yourself up. The seconds seemed like years until somebody took hold of your shirt and hauled you out of the hole. Andreas shoved the barrel of his rifle into the black pit and unloaded to a symphony of screeches and howls that seemed to bubble up from the pits of Hell. Another series of gunshots ripped through your senses, and they pushed rocks and chunks of concrete into the tunnel to block the way. Your eardrums clouded over, your vision failed, and soon there was only blackness.

You came to in an unfamiliar room, temples ablaze and a pain like nothing you had ever known searing through your limbs. As you struggled to get up, Andreas made himself known by clearing his throat.

"Good, you're awake."

"What... Andreas... Where are we?"

"We're in the community center," he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Oh. Is everyone okay?"

Andreas stood up and made his way to your side. He bent down and met your bleary eyes. "Yes, and with no thanks to you. You almost got yourself, and the lot of us killed."

"Andreas—"

"Listen to me... You're off the team. What you did was so stupid that I can barely look at you. Ignoring every fucking protocol...And for what? For one pack. All that traveling and surveying, damnit!"

"Easy there," said a gruff, familiar voice.

You pushed yourself onto your elbows and tried to focus your vision on the door. Joel glared into the room.

"Don't give me that shit, Miller. She single-handedly fucked up one of the biggest scores we've ever had. Now we must wait for weeks to return. Months, even."

"Accordin' to what the rest of 'em said, she saved y'all from headin' straight into an active hoard."

"We could have handled it," Andreas said. "It was under control until this one decided she was above the rules."

The two men firmed up. Joel looked about ready to explode, cheeks red and dark eyes hard as flint, but he deflated and nodded at Andreas. He knew Andreas was entitled to his anger, for if it had been his team compromised, his sympathy too would cease to exist. Andreas was almost Joel's age, with his set ways. The two men understood each other without a further word.

Andreas tossed a bitter look your way, then left you and Joel, his footfalls like punches in the stomach as they faded down the hall. Joel went to your bedside, brow furrowed, grimacing.

"He's right. You fucked up real good. Almost got yourself killed, or worse. Could've been bitten. Could've cost your whole squad their lives and never made it back."

"I get it," you groaned, clutching your pounding head. "I'm an idiot."

"Worse than an idiot. You're a brat. A reckless brat. Problem is you know better, but choose to do things your way regardless. That kinda behavior is real dangerous."

"Just leave me alone. I don't need two lectures."

"It's time to take you home, and you can't drive or walk."

Every inch of your body twanged as Joel helped you up and acted as a crutch for your trek from the medical center to his truck. The drive was short, but Joel's stony silence made the minutes feel like days. At the fork in the road, he turned left. You gazed out the window, trees obscuring the view of the way home on the right. Even when you stared directly at Joel, he said nothing. He was elsewhere, present but dead-eyed. Thinking.

"Where are we going?"

Joel's quietude persisted.

"Hello? I asked you a question, Joel."

"You need someone to help with your wounds."

"Then why did we leave the medical center?"

"They need the space."

Joel was bringing you to his home, a place you had always imagined but never seen. Your guts fluttered at the idea of entering his private domain.

Had Joel come immediately, or had he just shown up on time? He had mentioned speaking to your crew about what happened at the hospital site. Joel had asked about you. And now, burdened with your failure, had decided your treatment. This brought comfort, warmth, and brightness to your chest, despite the pain under your bandages and bruised ribs.

Joel lived in a well-kept brick house detached from the road and away from neighbors (not that many were to be had). Some rural areas had remained untouched save for weathering, and Joel had found himself a decent home with a clear view of the mountain range beyond a forest of trees. Inside boasted minimal comforts but necessities; a kitchen with a wood-burning stove, a few pieces of furniture, Joel's gun collection, and a stack of ragged books. Everything else he kept stored with no intention of staying in one place for too long.

Through the bare kitchen and what used to be a dining room, now a place for boxes of ammunition and remnants of the hunt, there was a short hall with 3 closed doors. Joel showed you to the room on the right with a double-wide bed, a nightstand, and a dresser made of raw wood.

"What about my stuff?" You asked.

"I'll get it for you later."

"I kinda stink and need new clothes."

"Got some for you in there," he pointed at the dresser.

As you prepared to lift your shirt, a deep pinch sizzled in your shoulder. There was no way to undress without irritating your wound. Joel took over, eased you out of your clothes, and slipped a nightgown that smelled like moth balls over your head, ignoring your nakedness.

"You should get some rest," he said when you settled into bed.

"You're not going to stay with me?"

"I haven't eaten in a couple of days. Need to go out. I'll be back in a few hours. You can handle yourself, right?"

"I guess so."

"Good. I'll bring you some water before I go. You just worry 'bout sleepin'."

Sleeping while Joel was away was impossible, your head full of memories of the hospital site. Every time you closed your eyes, your heart clenched, and your stomach soured. The croaking of the clickers, the shrill clamber through glass, your pride-clouded judgment, and Andreas' disappointment were all slurred together. It became a nightmare, with residue sticking to the backs of your eyeballs, observing yourself acting as you never would in the waking world. Yet, here you were, in Joel Miller's dwelling, his injured charge expelled from her societal duties, disoriented and dry-lipped. Naïve. Deluded by the ill-gotten confidence.

You were not Joel; he hadn't picked you up because you reminded him of himself. You were you, selfish and weak and acting out. And now, you were too hurt to fend for yourself, let alone anyone else. He was right. You were reckless.

Joel brought you food and water, changed your dressing, and made you comfortable, but his generosity was born of pity. How he looked at you in the dark of the bedroom only twisted your stomach like you were some pathetic animal with a broken limb. The lust had gone from his eyes if it was ever there before. Maybe his attention was only ever a condolence, and at the risk of further fracturing your pride, you did not press Joel until one Spring morning when the sun poured in, and birds chattered from the window.

Joel always knocked on the door before entering, and when he did, averted his eyes until you confirmed your decency. This morning, he came in with a small box and an even more avoidant demeanor.

"What's that?" You asked.

"Uh, figured you might be needin' these at some point."

He placed the beaten box of tampons on the table next to your bed and stepped away as if they were incendiary.

"How thoughtful."

"Mmhmm."

"Can I ask you something, Joel?"

He nodded.

"Do you still want me like you used to?"

Joel sighed. He knew this question would come and moved to the foot of the bed, just out of your reach.

"You're injured."

"I feel better now. My hands are healed, and I can move my arm without much pain. I'm ready to get out of this bed."

He studied you with a grimace. "This isn't a cage. I can take you home. I could've always taken you home."

"Then why didn't you?"

The question stumped him, or perhaps he wasn't ready to answer honestly.

"Frankly, no one willin' to take care of you after the incident. I wasn't 'bout to make the trip to and from every day. It's easier you stayin' here."

"Okay, but you still didn't answer my question."

"Why do I feel like I'm walkin' into a trap?"

"Did you ever like me, Joel?"

"Sugar, I ain't ever said I didn't—"

"You look at me like I'm some helpless thing now."

"'Scuse me for not lustin' after a bedridden girl."

"Why not? Because I can't fight back?"

Joel's brows screwed together. "D'you ever take a second to think about what you say? What you do? I gotta say, knowin' you after all these weeks... You're nothin' like I thought you were. You're after somethin', and I can't figure out what it is. Glory? Notoriety? I thought you were tryin' to feed your people, but all you want is praise. And all you want from me is a way to get your rocks off."

That cut you deep in your chest. In your stunned silence, Joel took in a deep breath and continued.

"You're selfish. Thinkin' of nobody but yourself. Not respectin' me or my wishes and definitely not thinkin' about your team who risked their lives pullin' you out of that hospital when you shouldn't've gone in there alone to start."

"I'm sorry! You're right, okay? I wasn't thinking. I got too cocky."

"It was downright careless."

"I'll never make that mistake again."

"I never felt good touchin' you the way I did."

You recoiled, and Joel softened immediately.

"I didn't mean it like that," said Joel. "I'm not the kind you want so bad. And that's fine... Not everyone is made for each other."

"Oh, grow up, Joel. You'll take a handjob in a fucking dirt alleyway, but when I ask for a little roughness, suddenly you're a priest."

"I'm too old for you."

"Stop with the old man talk. I already told you I don't care about that."

"Well, I do. Someone like me shouldn't be puttin' their hands on someone young as you. It's wrong."

"You act like I'm a schoolgirl."

"You act like one. I know you're not, but the things you say... How you go about it is... Makes me feel perverted."

"Whatever happened to I'm gonna fuck you so hard you cry?"

Joel wiped his face, reliving those moments of feral passion when he let himself get carried away despite his better judgment. "A pretty girl was temptin' me... I tried to be what you want, but you got carried away, just like everything. I can't do that. Self-control is survival."

"So, what?" You asked, bending your leg and letting your nightgown ride up your thighs. "You never wanna make sweet love all night long in the dark? Because you're afraid of feelings and all those implications."

"Stop."

"You really don't want me anymore?"

"It's goin' too far. I told you, I ain't your boyfriend. We've already crossed the line, what with you sayin' you love me, never usin' protection, 'n now we're wastin' good sunlight arguing about nothin'." Joel went to the window and stared out over the trees, illuminated. Every thread and wrinkle, every silver hair ablaze in the warm light.

"I like how you're spinning this around when you're the one who came inside me last time we fucked."

You laid back, parting your knees, hem bunching around your waist. You dragged your finger down your stomach slowly, then farther, until you touched your clit. Joel watched you in his peripheral, your lack of panties snatching his attention for two longing seconds. He shook his head, but that didn't stop him from staring. You took that as a sign he was open to being seduced, just like every other time he said he didn't want to make a mess of things yet ended up between your legs all the same.

"Joel... I missed you while I was gone. I thought about you every night even though I didn't want to. There's just something about you I can't get enough of."

"C'mon. Stop that."

"Did you miss me too? Ever stroke yourself thinking about me while I was gone?"

"Stop."

"Don't you miss the taste? You're so good with your tongue. Mm, you should run that mouth on me now."

He blinked slowly like a cat, enamored yet not enough to move toward you. His mouth went dry while he watched you touch yourself and moan.

"Remember the first time you went down on me? God, I've never come so hard in my life."

"I gotta go," Joel said, reaching the door. "I'll take you home later."

Later never came. When Joel returned, he helped you to the kitchen and pulled out a chair to sit on. You watched him while he prepared your food, jaw locked, afraid anything you said might remind him of his promise to take you back home. But Joel didn't broach the subject. You ate quietly and returned to your room as if staying out of his sight would help him forget what he had said.

On a late spring morning, while Joel was off hunting, you woke up from your stomach churning. Though you had been slowly healing and getting used to using your arm again, new afflictions arose to replace your pain. Headaches plagued you in the night, and almost all food turned your guts to static. If you had the choice, you'd have taken shooting pain over insurmountable nausea any day.

The sickness pervaded, and on the fourth day, with your head in a bucket, acidic bile biting your nostrils, you came down with the understanding that this was no ordinary sickness.

Your heart raced to the conclusion when you found the box of tampons you had moved under the bedside table. Your last period had been... Three weeks ago? No, you had been on your way to the hospital site. Had it been four weeks ago? Five. You couldn't remember. The incident had shaken the first weeks of spring into a slurry. Your guts growled and punched, and you lay on the bed with eyes wide, searching the murky depths of your memory for the last time you remembered bleeding.

That evening, Joel returned holding a large turkey by the talons, brown feathers fanned, and its wrinkled, broken neck swinging. He set it down on the kitchen table where you sat, and the sight of it released a wave of saliva into your mouth, followed by a rush of vomit, which you swallowed with a gasp.

"Lucky day," said Joel. "There's a brood of them down by the creek."

You shot from the chair and rushed to your room and the bucket to hunch over and upchuck your meager breakfast. When Joel heard your retching, he followed and peeked into your room.

"Uh, everything all right?"

"No," you groaned.

You had hoped that your guts would right themselves, and you'd find your cycle started if you rejected the suspicion, but every day only further convinced you something serious was happening.

"What's wrong, Sugar?" Joel's voice, surprisingly close, jumpstarted your breathing.

"Joel," you gripped his arm. "I think I'm... Fuck. I think I'm pregnant."

He rubbed your good shoulder with his thumb.

"Yeah, I know."

"What are we gonna fucking do?"

"I don't know, darlin'. I have no idea."

The sun lit up the kitchen, and you hummed as you washed the dishes from last night's dinner of boiled turkey and potatoes. Joel had been working every day on the power grid with others to restore the electrical to the northern part of town and came home every evening exhausted. Today, he returned home early and found you at the kitchen sink, oblivious and chipper, hair shining in the light. When you turned, and Joel saw your figure, his knees grew weak. He went to you, minding your shoulder, and before you could speak, his lips were near your neck.

"Joel! Jesus, where did you come from? Oh... What're you doing?"

You flinched from his touch on your hips.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes... Yes, please."

Joel caressed your tummy as he kissed up your neck to your jaw. His scent filled the air, his lips reminding you of earlier tastes when he had been only a dangerous stranger, and your lust for him had been raw and brand new.

"I want you," he whispered.

You replied by arching your back and pressing his hardness between your clothed backside and the front of his jeans.

His right hand bunched your skirt up and tugged your panties down in a rush. He unzipped his pants, shoved them down around his hips, took hold of his stiff shaft, and eased in with a low growl as you gasped and dropped the dish you had been drying back into the sink. 

Braced on the counter, Joel tried to be gentle, not groaning too much when your flesh slapped and buried his face in your neck. "Fuck me, sugar. You look so good like this."

You chuckled as he kissed your jaw. "I have no idea what the hell has gotten into you, Miller, but I like it."

"Oh, don't pretend you don't know. Fuck."

You pushed to meet his thrusts, and Joel tipped his head back, bemoaning the feeling of your tightness around his throbbing cock. He gripped your hips, frustrated when your skirt fell and blocked his view, then let his hand crawl up between your breasts to hold your neck just tight enough. Finally, he got fed up with your dress and pulled it off over your head, leaving you with only panties stretched between your ankles. He touched your tummy, pressed his palm flat against your pelvis, and penetrated you again from behind.

Joel breathed into your ear, "You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Fuck, I can't get enough," he said before pulling out.

You twisted around, and both admired the shimmer on his cock before he knelt and pushed his jaw between your legs. "Open 'em," his voice rumbled under you, rough hands prying your thighs apart after freeing your ankles from your panties. "Spread it open for me. Let me have a taste." Joel lifted your left leg over his shoulder and clutched the other.

His tongue lapped long and hard unremittingly, pausing only to flicker your clit before returning to prodding you. Your moans spurred him, and he stroked his cock while he feasted upon you, breath making you drip. Buried in your heat, he had gone totally animal.

When your thighs trembled, and your knuckles strained from gripping the edge of the counter, Joel nodded his head, tongue out, a series of encouragements spoken against your clit.

"Mm-hmm. Cum on my tongue, sugar. Cum all over Daddy's face. Give it to me."

Joel ran his tongue between your lips in long, slow strokes, tickling your clit with two fingers until your moans became squeaks, and those squeaks muffled behind your palm.

"Cum for me, beautiful. That's it."

The attention continued long after your first orgasm shook through your core, shooting bolts of pleasure through every nerve in your body. Joel stood up and fed you his cock again, this time melting from the new tightness of your muscles, the accumulated liquid surrounding his length while he slammed away, anchoring you with both hands on your hips once more.

The sun blazed through the water-stained glass, and Joel unbuttoned his work shirt while still inside you, twitching and aroused.

"Take it off," you said.

Joel stripped and pulled you away from the counter, kicking a chair out from under the table where you ate breakfast. He sat down and looked up at you with his big brown eyes shining, cock thick with blood, veins straining. How he looked with his muscular thighs open wide, waiting for you to sit on him, would live burned into your brain forever.

He nodded you over, and you went to your knees.

"No, no, sugar. Sit on my lap."

"But, I really wanna suck that cock."

Joel couldn't resist when you wrapped your hand around it and licked the tip with all the lust in the world, eyes pinned on his face.

"Mm'kay, baby girl. For a little while."

You took him down deep in your throat, and he draped over the chair, moaning, eyelids crumpled shut. The taste of your insides was thick, and you cleaned it with broad tongue strokes until precum oozed from the tip. You popped off and gave his cock a firm squeeze, admiring the little dew drop emerging from the slit as you stroked him with quick, shallow flicks of the head. He watched in awe as you licked it up, returning again and again to collect everything he produced. That raw flavor and a hard fleshy mass attached to a man who shuddered and bristled beneath your control set your anxieties free.

You knew it would only be a matter of time before Joel gave himself to the feral need. You'd seen it in him. Any man who could hold a gun to your head was capable of carnal, bodily lewdness. Joel was undone by the look of your mouth worshipping his cock, the throaty chugs and attention on his balls sending him to a blissful place. Best of all, he was fully nude, every broad inch displayed in the golden noon hour.

Despite the thorough licking and sucking, Joel pulled you off of him, lips snapping from the loss.

"Up. Get up."

Joel didn't give you a moment before he marched you down the hall, kicked open the bedroom door, and guided you to his bed. The blankets and sheets all smelled like him, a warm embrace of his pheromones where he laid you on your back and came up between your legs. You were exposed for him, all flesh and nudity abundant. Joel kissed your thighs and stomach, paying extra attention to your tummy, and worked his way up to your breasts. He traced all the way around your nipple, pinching the flesh between his four fingers and thumb, letting it protrude before enveloping it between his lips, graced by his tongue. He sucked and sucked on that nipple and then latched onto the other while you tried to hide your astonishment.

"I can't wait until these are nice and full," Joel mumbled. "Mmm, mommy tits. Seein' you like this, sugar... I can't stop."

You turned your face away. "So, you only want me now because you think I'm carrying your child, is that it?"

Joel stopped kissing your nipples and switched to gentle caresses and pinches, looking apologetic yet too aroused to entirely stop himself. "I've wanted you since the start, but this world isn't meant for lovers no more."

"What if I wasn't pregnant? Would you have felt the same coming home today?"

"Look at me, sugar," he pulled your jaw back to neutral, drilling his dark eyes into your face. "I've fought myself every day trying to come up with a reason why I shouldn't want you. It doesn't work. I want you with me; I do."

"You said I'm a selfish brat; there's something loose in my head."

Joel lifted off his elbows and sat up between your legs, soft now and serious. "Came home early today 'cause I wanted to apologize to you, but when you turned around, and I saw that little swell, everything I planned on sayin' disappeared. Like it all made sense. I've been fightin' myself on this for too long."

"Joel," you ground your fists into your eyes to stop the tears. He came to you, rolling you onto your side and into his arms, kissing your forehead.

"I'm far from the best, and I can't wrap my head around you wantin' me. Maybe I never will, but if I've learned anything the last few years, it's that some things just don't got explanations. Pushin' you away won't protect you any more than you stayin' with me. And I'd rather you stay." 

"I just want you to want me for the right reasons. Not because you knocked me up."

"I've always been weak for ya, sugar. Can't say you didn't already know that."

The time for talk passed as he noticed your naked chest again and swallowed the saliva in his mouth. He thumbed your nipples, bit his lip, and kissed you.

"You want your Daddy tonight?"

Joel almost chuckled when your eyes lit up.

"Yes, please."

"Gonna be a good girl for me? Do as I say?"

"Mm, yes, sir."

He stole another long, deep kiss, hands still caressing your breasts as he grew hard again. You reached down to grip it and met his dark brown eyes. Months ago, when he was a nameless trader, and you had gotten off on a light load with a handjob, you had never once thought you'd be lying next to him in bed, making him shudder and bite his lip while he moaned, "Oh, baby girl... Daddy likes that."

Joel hated when the attention was on him for too long. He wished to melt, to relish the feeling of you pleasuring him, but he always caught himself right before the descent into sweet, terrible, lip-biting bliss.

"Fuck me," said Joel. "Fuck me good, sugar."

"How do you want me to fuck you, Daddy?"

"Anyway. I don't care. Just... Mmm. God, I need that pussy."

"How about I get on top of you? Would Daddy like that? Watching my titties bounce while I ride that nice big dick."

"Anything you want, momma."

"But I thought it was Daddy's night?"

"Get on top then, sweetheart. I want you to."

The look on his face was too precious to resist a giggle when you climbed over him and sank down until you were flush against his pelvis. His eyes grew enormous, lips slightly open as you placed your palms on his chest and rocked slowly.

"I love it when you fuck me like this," he said after a while of pure enjoyment. "You're like an angel. But a slutty little perverted one."

"So, like a demon?"

"Yeah, the only things you're missin' are horns and a tail."

"Is it angelic to love fucking you so much?"

Joel squeezed your hips, coaxing you forward and back, the bed springs starting to ring.

"Mm, you love fuckin' your Daddy because you're such a good baby girl."

Joel still wasn't a master at putting his dirty thoughts into words, but hearing him call himself Daddy made your insides twinge. You rode him harder, admiring the pained pleasure rearranging as different expressions on his face. Once, he looked blissful, and the next minute he bit his lip and glared up at you as if to say, "how dare you make me feel this good?" And sometimes he looked drunk and mournful and beside himself with how good his woman's weight felt on him, belly getting big with his child. Then, there was a look of shock. He sat up and disconnected from you, staring down at himself, covered in your liquids.

"Fuck! Gonna make me cum."

"Isn't that the point?" You panted.

"No, we're not done."

Joel arranged you on your side and laid behind you, hooking your leg over his arm so he could enter from behind. Once in at the hilt, Joel pounded, moaned, cursed, and bit your shoulder before erupting with everything he had always been too nervous to say.

"God knows I shouldn't like it, but fuck does it rev me up knowin' I got ya pregnant. It was only a matter of time fuckin' you would get me into trouble. But I couldn't help it, sugar. I wanted you to come home to me. Needed you."

"You know I would have, Joel."

"I know, baby, I know."

Joel kissed you hard and gripped you harder, looking at your face while he reached his desperate climax. The guilt of emptying inside you only lingered for a moment before he settled against you, torso sticking perfectly to your back, warm and breathless and overcome with emotion. The light shining through the window warmed your skin, and you smiled, secure for the first time in longer than you could remember.

"Mm wanna stay inside you," Joel whispered.

"Yes, don't go anywhere."

"Good god, that feels so damn fine, sugar. I could do that again."

"I hope so. Want you over and over. I never want you to... To leave me."

The confession hung in the heavy air like dust particles. Joel inhaled deeply of your skin and hair, sighing and smiling.

"I'm yours, sugar. All yours."

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Elaborations to this: questions answered in order, section by section left collom, then right

Physical section

1. shit at making food at hate easting it, still do most of it usually tho

2. idk what I'm supposed to be preventing but I do go to the doctors a lot

3. this seems like the same thing but i have a fuck ton of medical problems and am dealing with most of them

4. can't get a job cause too dumb so nothing to take time off of. / moot.

5. the clothes I like are way too slutty for my ugly body

6. oxymoron

7. I'm an objectivist, so not possible.

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8. that ones on me I should be doing that more

9. I mean I don't but only because I haven't figured out how to do that in a way that doesn't make my skin feel like a coffee filter. Am actively working with a nutritionist

10. yeah I'm pre op and trying to not get murdered or accused of sexual assault for being trans so no. Maybe in a few years?

11. not hot enough to go anywhere fun and can't afford it anyway

12. too much, If anything

13. those are not fun they are very stressful

14. shave every day because facial hair is gross as hell

Psychological section

1. see physical, question 11

2. What the hell is psychotherapy. That sounds like it would require a professional and I have better things spend my time and money on

3. To do what? I live in a rural shithole.

4. See physical question 4.

5. Fuck does that mean

6. No fucking way am i engaging my intelligence. I hate that bitch she's a loser

7. For me, This is called "doing anything"

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8. Yup.

9. Used to but it takes a lot of time and is a hard thing to re-start doing.

10. That is called transitioning and dear God I am fucking trying.

11. No.

12. I mean usually it's because I am genuinely incapable of doing them and also they are responsibilities I *should* be doing, but I am disabled and need help and yeah that's not happening.

13. See Physical question 4

14. Do this daily but I think I should try and up my variation on what I say

Emotional section

1. Only person whose company I enjoy without having to pay for doing that lives half the world away so depending on your definition of "with" thats either a 3 or a 0

2. Yep I talk to her almost every day

3. Fuck books. And I barely watch movies once. They're too long I prefer YouTube.

4. Like my couch?

5. Like political shit on twitter? I do that but these questions are very clinically worded and I'm 90% sure you mean something other than what I'm inferring but idk what the hell that is

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6. No. I'm ugly.

7. Yep, estrogen will do that to you. Steve hartman will do that also.

8. Nothing worth praising as of yet

9. Have you heard of Magic the Noah?

Spiritual section

1. I already answered this question. Physiological question 8

2. Those are two separate things what the hell are you asking me here?

3. I mean I'm not much of "stuff" person so pretty much nailing it. In fact I'm planning on selling like, most of my non-essential stuff to help save for ffs so I should get a 4 honestly

4. I am currently actively fighting with my social worker to try and get her to be more in control of my life and she's refusing so yeah once again nailing that.

5. Did that like 4 years ago. Haven't actually achieved it yet, if I did I wouldn't be on tumblr. But yeah it's fuckin identified all right

6. Like eating and sleeping? Physical questions 8 and 12 respectively.

7. I'm poor and need to save for ffs. I'll do it after that.

8. Again, fuck reading.

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9. Fuck nature also

10. What? Like watch more porn? Okay I'll do that.

11. What optimism lol

12. What the hell does this mean? I'm not in school if that's what you mean

13. I prefer to just pray wherever I happen to be standing

14. Established that I do that

15. Yeah there are a lot of hot sex workers on my twitter timeline that I would kill to be instead of myself, which I'm pretty sure is what being in awe of someone is

Relationship section

1. Long distance

2. They live with me???

3. Am very open about that stuff with my gf

4. I don't have friends

5. Yep I talk to her regularly

6. Dear God I wish they fucking would

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7. See above

8. I do that a lot. It is usually ignored but I do still ask

9. Yup I do that when I need to do that

10. No one likes me so that is a tall order. Also I don't want to.

11. We have 3 cats

12. I should do that again soonish

Workplace section

1-12. See physical question 4

Balance section

1. See above

2-5. Genuinely what the fuck are you asking me here

Relevant section

1. Idk how to practice I have never been taught how to do that in a way that I can follow

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was going to put this as a reblog on the actual post but I can't find it now. It is gone. If I find it again I'll copy paste this there so I can find out what grade I got. If I don't then oh well that happens.

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maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

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Nothing Else Matters (Johnny Silverhand x Reader) SMUT

a/n: this is so horny, I’m down bad... i'm on a streak with johnny lmao might write smth for kerry. this is like the longest thing i've ever written lol so happy valentines day.

summary: After a bad day, you make Johnny an offer he can't refuse.

tags: SMUT, johnny is a switch, making out, johnny has a body, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), body worship, creampie, takes place in 2070's, just horny fuckin’, johnny is a kind and loving boyfriend, teasing

It had been a long day. You'd had enough of Night City and the colossal levels of bullshit it has to give you. You opened the door to your apartment and lie down in the small bed, you just wanted to stop feeling like absolute shit. You wish Johnny were here right now to help you and like a gift from God, the door opens and Johnny walks in and sees you in a pile on the bed, he rushes over to you attentively.

It would almost be funny if you weren't sad, how he’d hated your guts and wanted to kill you when you'd met, and now, here the two of you were. You were in his arms as he held you close to him. You try to speak but only feel your voice crack and tears begin to fall from your eyes. Johnny sees this display and holds you closer to him, no quips, no jokes, just him and you on the small bed.

"J-Johnny..?" Is what you can get out of your mouth at the moment as you scoot your body up, Johnny watches you, his eyes hold only concern and love. It made you melt inside and right now, after your awful day, you just wanted him. You'd been through everything together and all you wanted at this moment is going through your pain with him by your side.

"(Y/N)... What happened?" You wipe a few tears from your eyes and shake your head, pressing your lips to his. "I just don't want to talk about it right now Johnny... I want you right now."

Johnny's eyes go wide for a second, he wouldn't say no, he loves sex with you, but he just needs to know if you actually want this now. "Do you actually want this or..."

"Yes, Johnny." You interrupt him in the middle of his sentence and then pull him into another kiss, this time he melts into it, your hands in his hair, tugging and grabbing, "But, I... I want to be in charge, Johnny."

Johnny suddenly smiles wickedly and nods, sitting on the bed, "Anything for you, beautiful." You take this moment to slide off your shirt and bra, your breasts free from the confinement of clothing, you already feel a weight lifting off of your shoulders.

You take steps toward Johnny, preventing him from touching you at that moment, he's desperate, he loves your boobs, absolutely obsessed sometimes. You smirk and pull his tank top off of him, you hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he takes it off and it hits the carpet.

You begin to unbutton your jeans and he removes his as well, you both watch each other, both of you basically nude except for your underwear. You then sit on Johnny's lap, kissing up and down his neck, his groans exacerbated by the fact that you are keeping his hands stuck to the bed. You move off of his lap, a cheeky smile on your face as you slide your panties off and onto the floor, kicking them off somewhere.

"Do you want my body, Johnny? That's what you said... You'd take my body if you wanted it?" You smile wickedly, one that mirrored his from earlier. You could see his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be free of their confines.

"I want your body so bad, you don't even know..." You'd never seen him like this, it was kind of cute, this difference in personality when he was so desperate to fuck you, touch you, and feel you writhe underneath him. You loved it.

You smile, “I know, Johnny. If you behave I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” That promise made him lust even more so for you but he was now willing to contain himself just so he could fuck you like you deserved. You tugged on his boxers and he helped you take them off of him, setting his erection free from its confines.

“Can you stay quiet for me, Johnny?” And he nods, almost too naturally, you haven’t seen stuff like this in his memories, but, you knew he was experienced. You get down on your knees and lick along with his cock, just small stripes, before putting your mouth over the head and beginning to suck on him, he struggles not to groan as he take his cock in your mouth; gagging on it but doing your best to take as much of it as you’re able. You suddenly stop, eliciting a small whine from Johnny. The whine makes you wetter than you already were. Seeing this side of Johnny was incredibly sexy, you couldn’t wait to see what he’d do you in just a few moments.

You suddenly sit on his lap again, your cunt and his cock grinding against one another as you kiss him again, Johnny was like putty in your hands as you pulled on his hair, hard. You mingle your tongue against his tongue and he murmurs against your mouth. You take your lips off of his. “Are you okay, Johnny?”

Johnny nods, “Please… Let me fuck you.” He practically begs you, to which you grin at the rockerboy. “Since you asked so kindly, fuck me like a joy-toy, Johnny.”

His eyes are enraged with lust, you knew you’d feel this in the morning for sure. He grabs your legs and hoists you up, kissing you passionately against the door of your apartment, his hands thread through your hair as he supports your body with his hands on your ass as he then sets you on the couch as he gets on his knees, hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he begins licking softly at your clit, teasing you like you had teased him earlier, wrapping his lips around your clit and teasing his tongue down the lips of your pussy, he then begins to eat your cunt out like it has been his only meal in years.

"Johnny!" You moan outwardly, wrapping your legs around his neck and pulling on his hair as he continues to eat you out while fingering your pussy, "God... Johnny..!" Your praises of him echo into the apartment, making him smirk as he continues to finger you, "You sound so gorgeous when you call my name, baby. Keep doing it." He almost commands of you as he then moves his mouth back to your wet cunt, resuming his ministrations. You were close and both of you knew it well.

Suddenly, he smacks your ass and grasps at the flesh, making you gasp out, he then starts to suck on your clit again, tonguing at it and squeezing your thighs, the overwhelming sensations cause you to cum, squeezing your thighs around his head, his stubble scratching at the flesh as he moves away from your pussy and kisses at your thighs, biting them and leaving small marks as well as kissing your breasts.

Your breathing is ragged as he quits his kisses, "You're so beautiful, (Y/N)." You breathe out a high-pitched whine as Johnny chuckles at your undoing, he then lines his cock up against you and carefully makes his way inside of you, his thick length being enveloped by your pussy. He begins to thrust inside of you as his hands tease at your nipples, squeezing your breasts and using them to stabilize the both of you. His thrusting gets quicker and more desperate as he groans into your neck, biting at it and marking it, his thrusts become unstable before he buries himself deep inside of you and spills himself inside of you. Johnny pulls his cock out of you, wiping it off before crashing onto the bed next to you, as the two of you catch your breath, coming down from the euphoric high.

You hum quietly, kissing the temple of his forehead. “Thank you, Johnny…”

This draws a small chuckle out of him, “You’re welcome, babe, but are you alright… like seriously?”

You nod, “just a bad day in Night City, but, I’m okay now. I promise.” You smile and close your eyes a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing over the two of you. You and Johnny’s bodies are entangled with one another’s as the two of you fade into sleep, your bad day in Night City changing into a better tomorrow.

[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

→ Okay. Izuku Midoriya? A sadist.

→ And you've been a brat all day, because he's been busy fighting crime as a newly debuted pro hero, and you can't help it if Izuku's new suit fits him a little too well.

→ And of course, the one day he finally has time to take you on a date you two go to the mall, only to be swarmed with thousands of Pro Hero Deku fans buzzing with requests for photo's and autographs and other bullshit and you just want to clobber them in the head and spit the ugly truth in their faces—that at the end of the day, their lovely Deku comes home to you, and sleeps next to you, and the fact that they can steal his attention away from you is absolutely outrageous. Blasphemy.

→ So naturally, you start acting up. You roll your eyes at the next fan who asks you to take the picture and you scoff at the next fan that announces their love. You pile them on, offense after offense, and by the time you get into the car, Izuku's practically vibrating with anger.

"Say one word and I'm bending you over the hood."

→ Oh.

→  Needless to say, you're squirming the whole ride; though you're unsure if it's from his words, the dead silence, or the tight grip Izuku has on your thigh but either way, the trip back home feels painfully long.

→ The second you two get through the door, he's cornering you into the living room and bending you over the arm of the couch without a second thought, big hands yanking your hips back so your ass sticks out just the way he likes it.

"Bratty doll...you wanted my attention that bad, huh?”

→ Izuku exaggerates every other word with a harsh spank that has you whimpering behind a bitten lip. Though eventually, he deems your muffled moans not enough and aggressively yanks your bottoms off,  stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

→ Once they're wet enough, he slides a finger in, (because no matter how angry he is, you’re still his baby). But once you're ready? It's game over.

→ You figured Izuku was going to be a tease about it, but once he sits you on his cock and doesn't move, it has you squirming in confusion. What the hell could he be waiting for?

"Awe, what's the matter, doll? Did you want me to move?"

→ The hold his hands have on your waist is tight enough that you can't even twitch your hips—and the grip only gets tighter the more you wiggle in protest. Izuku tuts, landing a slap to your bruised ass that makes one thing clear: You’re not moving.

→ The green-haired bastard turns on the tv, for fucks sake. And has the audacity to pretend like he's paying attention to whatever's on—because it's not like you're paying attention, too preoccupied with the cock in your guts. You can't squirm because something tells you that'll only lengthen the punishment you've been sentenced to, but by the end of the first episode, it's a little hard not to.

→ Izuku caves the second you start begging. Mostly because it was what he was waiting for, but also he's probably struggling worse than you while he watches you whimper and squirm in his lap.

“Fine, doll. Since you waited so patiently, I guess I can make you feel good.”

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

→ 100% your idea

→ And he had absolutely no warning. The Bakusquad decided to hold a movie night in the common room on a random Saturday evening when the dorms were pretty much empty. Katsuki didn't even want to be down there in the first place, but after you winked so prettily and promised he'd get a treat if he came, he didn't grumble nearly as much.

→ But what he didn't know was that you meant right now.

→ Katsuki knew something was up the second you sat in his lap and asked Denki for a blanket—that's rarely your Bakusquad move night cuddle position, plus you're always saying how you never need a blanket because Katsuki runs so warm.

→ And he definitely knew something was up when you started grinding against him, not even ten minutes into whatever shitty action movie Denki and Eijirou convinced the group to watch this time. His hands rush to your hips because if Katsuki Bakugou is anything, he's not a goddamn exhibitionist.

"Oi, the fuck are you doing, dumbass? They're gonna fuckin' see."

→ But as always, you take his words with a grain of salt, already blindly fiddling with the buckle of his belt despite his threats (AKA, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' heathen). The metal clinks for a second and both of you tense, but it seems no one hears it over the movie, so. You relax.

→ Katsuki does not.

→ You wait for a loud crash from the television speakers and you're sinking down on Katsuki's cock, his teeth tearing into your shoulder as he holds back a moan. Both of you let out a shaky breath when you bottom out.

"W-Well? You gonna fuckin' move or what?"

→ You shake your head.

"No? Fuck."

→ And honestly, all is well until about twenty minutes into the movie. At this point, Katsuki's semi-comatose, eyes half-lidded from the surprisingly peaceful warmth you're both encompassed in. But unfortunately, this peace is disturbed by a rude awakening that comes in the form of none other than Denki Kaminari.

→ All he does is mention how Katsuki looks much too out of it, owing it all to "y/n's juicy caboose," but it has your boyfriend practically rearing on his hind legs in fury either way.

→ In the middle of all the commotion, you take the opportunity to wiggle your hips a bit, rendering the majority of Katsuki's arguments repetitive and ineffective. The bickering blond's shut up once Mina calls for it, and Katsuki returns to whisper-yell threats in your ear again.

"Do you want us to get fuckin' caught? Huh? I ca—fuckin' hell—stop movin’!"

→ But you giggle, having a little too much fun with this. The death grip Katsuki has around your thigh implies he’s closer than you thought, and the moment the action in the movie starts to pick up again, so does the steady roll of your hips.

→ Katsuki practically whimpers into your ear, body shaking with restraint because he lacks the proper space to “put you in your place” or however he wants to put it. You know he’s teetering on the edge when he resorts to something Katsuki Bakugou never does—begging.

“Babe—babe c-c’mon please, I don’t wanna—”

→ Katsuki’s nails dig into your thigh and he shivers as he fills you up, bottom teeth digging into his swollen lip. His quiet moans push you off the edge as well, adding to the mess under the blanket as fake explosions emanate from the tv screen.

→ That was...something.

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

→ You snort, rolling your eyes at his overdramatic ass. But?

“...But that was the hottest sex of my fuckin’ life.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀.

→ You and Hanta definitely do this once a month. At least.

→ Getting high with Hanta as your boyfriend is probably one of your favorite things. He's got snacks, cool LED lights, a monitor that constantly plays animal planet while the speakers play lofi. It's an experience.

→ And of course, you two get horny—though sex is a little hard when you're feeling fuzzy. Hanta's a high-functioning stoner but frankly, you're not, and even he gets a little fumbly when it comes down to it. Cockwarming seemed like the only viable option.

→ Half of the time, it's not even that sexual. Watching otters chase each other with his back pressed up against yours as you bask in a familiar warmth that only comes from true human connection is nice. Feeling his lips place butterfly kisses against the column of your neck is nice. Just...being with Hanta is nice.

→ But tonight? Tonight it's definitely sexual.

"So warm, Princess. You know your body does things to me, don't you?"

→ You didn't, but the way he says it definitely makes you believe him, and so does the way he rubs his hands up and down your sides. Hanta bites into your neck and you stifle a moan, balancing yourself on his knees.

→ You jump when his hand ghosts your inner thigh, and he chuckles when you bite your lip, eyes trained on the hand moving between your legs.

"Like it when I rub you like that, Princess? Like it when I turn you into a messy little puddle in my arms, hmm?"

→ You whine and nod, chest shuddering with the threat of an impending orgasm. Hanta curses behind you, the hand holding you steadily by the waist tightening.

"Shit—keep clenching like that and you might make me cum, Princess."

→ Hanta huffs out a laugh but you can hear the genuine implication behind it, can feel it in the pant of his breath against your neck. The thought of making him cum from something so simple has you hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming speed, nails digging into his forearm as the weight of your marijuana-laced orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train.

→ Hanta moans breathily, eyebrows knitting as his own orgasm catches him by surprise. His hips twitch and it almost sends you flying off his lap but somehow, you don't go tumbling—though you might owe that to the vice grip Hanta has on your hip.

→ You two come down, basking in the gentle blue of the ocean as the chatter from the Australian narrator about the Humpback whales and their baleen teeth fills the room. You move to get up but Hanta whines, hands keeping you still via your waist.

"Lemme stay inside for a bit...'S warm."

[a/n: thanks for stopping by angel, and let me know who you want to see next <3. see you soon!]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗 (18+)

∘ request(s): I am in love w all of you and i'm getting to the others when they fit :)

my personal favorites:

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), smut, choking, fingering, slight domination

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

a/n: my incentive for getting these done (when they're fuffy) is listening to 21st Century Vampire in a dark room for four days, in case you guys were wondering.

Your tongue felt like sandpaper as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "No, uh… I think I need some time…" you trailed, your eyes flashing to his. "... To think…"

He nodded slightly, taking one last look at you before slipping out your front door, the lock clicking shut behind him.

Your heart hammered in your ears. You took a seat on your couch, carding your fingers through your hair as his face flashed into your mind, the somewhat confused expression boring a hole in your heart. You’d led him on, you knew it. It wasn’t that you weren’t into him, but the cold fear of what the two of you had vanishing after assigning labels flushed through your body. What if it was only as strong as it was because you weren’t stuck to each other? Was the fact that you were choosing to sleep with him and him alone not enough? What more could he want?

Then it dawned on you; what more would it be? The two of you were already attached at the hip a ridiculous amount of time, you already knew more about him than you cared to, and obviously, the two of you were already past the awkwardness of building a sexual relationship.

So what the fuck was wrong with you? Would it be so awful to be his girlfriend?

You avoided him for a few weeks, your mind burning with guilt and indecisiveness. As soon as you had straightened your thoughts and favored one reality over another, it was like buyer’s guilt persuaded you the other way.

Lectures were quiet, even lonesome for you without him around. That would add to your Pro Karl list; he was great company, especially in public, when he knew people were watching the two of you. Would that element be different when the two of you were dating?

You hadn’t realized how apparent your moping had become until your roommate brought it up one night. You were tucked into your favorite spot on the couch, mind racing with how to solve your problems. “I called Karl. I’m sick of this weepy, self-loathing bullshit. Man up and tie him down. I know you want to,” she stated bluntly, tugging open the curtains in the room to get to the windows. The night breeze wafted in as if it’d been knocking against the glass for an hour. “He’s outside.”

You blinked at her as she pulled you out of your seat. “He’s what?”

She pulled you behind her, slipping on her jacket. “I’m going to Clay’s. Work this shit out and let me know if I need to vacate for the week,” she jested, making you roll your eyes as she pushed you out in front of her. As she headed down the stairwell, Karl was on his way up, greeting her brightly as he usually did.

He smiled at you gently as he stopped in front of you, fondness and allure playing in his eyes. Even if you looked disheveled, he still looked upon you with pride and admiration. His hair was longer, but despite that, he looked exactly the same way you’d left him. You cleared your throat, the wind bringing his scent towards you. “We need to talk,” you mumbled. “You were right.”

He pressed his back against the dividing wall, tucking a cigarette behind his ear that he had between his fingers and looking out over the railing behind you. The city lights reflected in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything. I just..." He looked at you softly. "Fuck, I really like you."

You crossed your arms, hands rubbing against the sleeves of your hoodie to generate more warmth. You were so torn. Most of you, wanted to wrap yourself up in him and give in to his offer while the ugly, nagging thoughts in your brain told you to run. "What about after we cool down then?" You asked, making one of his eyebrows feign to furrow. "Are you still going to be attracted to me after I'm… domesticated?"

He smiled slightly. "I'll probably be attracted to you even when your tits sag to your waist, baby." You rolled your eyes at his joke and he crossed the space between the two of you, shoes dragging against the cement. He pushed his fingers into your hair, settling his hand against your neck so his thumb brushed against your jaw soothingly. You leaned into his touch. "I just want to be locked down by you," he chided. "... Officially."

You let out a small wheeze. "You're not gonna be into my friends next week, are you?" It was a joke, but it came out as more of an insecurity.

He fought not to grin. "You're fuckin' serious?" He used his other hand to separate your arms gently, stepping into your embrace. "When I'm with other people, all I can think about is how they're not you."

He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, eliciting a pleasant sigh from between your lips. You tightened your arms around him, basking in the warmth of his body as you threaded your hands beneath his jacket. "Even your mom?"

He snorted. "Don't make this weird," he jested, making you laugh softly. He pulled your body completely against him, digging his face into the crook of your neck as you sighed tiredly, your cheek pressing against his shoulder.

The bathwater was warm against your skin, Karl’s arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer to him in the small tub, making you giggle slightly. You paused what you were doing as he dug his nose into the crook of your neck. You struggled to shrug from his grasp. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna mess up your nails,” you wheezed, before he surrendered, leaning his back against the porcelain.

It was a brighter color than he usually wore, but the hue still gave him the dark appearance he prided himself on. Goosebumps peppered your skin as he drew absent-minded shapes into your back with the pad of his finger. “I missed you,” he hummed. Despite having your back to him and concentrating on not smearing his nail polish, you could hear the content smile in his voice. “And now, I’m your boyfriend,” he mocked, eliciting a snort from you.

You screwed the cap on the polish when you were satisfied with your work. “I feel like a middle school girl every time you say that,” you grumbled, jokingly.

He snickered. “Me too.” You could feel him watching you carefully as you blew on the nail polish, his fingers to your lips to test their dryness. He curled around you again, pressing his lips to your neck, his other arm curling around your torso. His breath was sweet against your skin, mixing with the steam from the water. “Stop it, or I’ll get too excited,” he groaned, making you smile.

You moved his hand to rest in the crook of your neck, fingers threatening to demonstrate his true strength. He swapped hands, his fingers dipping beneath the water towards your heat. His other hand wrapped around your neck, waiting for your first moans until applying pressure. Your head tilted back against his shoulder as he rubbed circles against your bundle of nerves, a sigh of pleasure spilling past your lips as his teeth nipped gently at your shoulders.

Your knees peeked out above the surface of the water as you leaned further back against him. He pressed his lips to the skin behind your ear. “Look at my girlfriend, so needy so quickly,” he moaned in your ear, slipping one of his fingers into you. His name fell from your lips as if your life depended on you repeating it. He pumped another finger into you, basking in the way you reacted to him. You hated how well he knew your body.

Before you knew it, your back was pressing into your sheets, Karl hovering over you. You dug your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly on his locks as he pushed himself into you with a moan. His hips rolled against yours, his forearms resting on either side of your head, pressing his lips to your shoulder. It wasn’t long until he was thrusting in and out of you, teeth printing his mark on your skin. “All mine,” he moaned as your fingernails pressed into his skin.

You smirked slightly, rutting your hips against his. “Oh, right there, Todd,” you moaned almost pornographically. Karl stiffened slightly, struggling not to laugh as you giggled.

His teeth dug into your neck, shutting you up with a moan. He pushed your hands above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours while his other hand moved to wrap around your throat. “He fucking wishes,” he hissed through gritted teeth, making your toes curl. His pace slowed, focused on driving himself deeper into you, reaching your sweet spot with each of his thrusts.

You moaned his name, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he dug his nose into the crook of your neck. He muttered pet names into your ear, coaxing you over the edge with his declarations of ownership over you.

The next morning, you wrapped your arms around Karl’s waist, pressing your cheek against the middle of his shoulder blades as he stirred whatever he was making. Your hands looped into the front pocket of his hoodie. The kitchen was humming with life as the radio hummed softly in one of the corners and the two of you lightly conversed.

You moved to lean against the counter beside him, attempting not to completely gush at the sight of his messy hair and lazy smile as he made you breakfast. “So, do I get to wear your letterman’s jacket now?” You joshed, making him smirk.

He flipped a pancake. “I mean, you can if you’d like, I think it’s at my mom’s,” he answered, soft tones of sleep still hanging in his voice. “You can twin with your pal, Todd. We went to the same high school.”

Your head tilted at the news, mouth slightly ajar. “No way. Please tell me you’re joking.”

He shrugged. “We lived down the road from each other growing up,” he recounted, making you chuckle at the irony.

You wet your lips slightly. “Now that we’re official, do you wanna have a threesome with him?” You asked sarcastically.

“If Todd’s dick comes anywhere near me, I’m moving to Iceland,” he finalized, making you laugh.

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[harrysgloves]

Three to tango

story summary: You, Harry, and Florence have a good time in your makeup trailer.

warnings: Language // THIS IS P*RN WITH LIKE ZERO PLOT // Threesome // w|w // spitting // oral (female receiving) // i have no idea what a production company is so don't come for me.

a/n: Brushing off the metaphorical cobwebs and finally getting back into writing! Woo-hoo! Ending could have been better but... meh. Also, I'm posting from mobile. If it looks weird, blame Tumblr ✌😍

REQUESTED: by @iwannaholdyoutight- and @hazgoldenstyles

And also by all these people... sorry it took so long.. 😁

>>><<<

"Stop movin'." You grumbled for the millionth time that morning. Your focus on covering up all these damn tattoos that you loved had become one of the worst things you had to do almost every morning.

"It tickles." He whined as the makeup brush ran over the inside of his arm. He instantly flinched away from the brush the moment it glided against a particularly sensitive spot.

"Harry!" You groaned, your eyes closed in frustration when he shot you the most adorable puppy eyes.

"'M sorry, kitten." He cooed, his lower lip pouted out when you sighed loudly, grabby hands tried to enclose around your waist before you smacked them away.

"H, I gotta get this done or you're gonna miss set time." 

"Wanna kiss." Those big green eyes flashed up to you from his spot in your makeup chair and you knew there was no way you could say no.

"One kiss." You clarified, knowing damn well he'd use kissing you as a distraction from being tickled again. 

He nodded eagerly before leaning slightly up to your level. Your eyes narrowed, still not sure you could trust that he wasn't going to divert your attention but his lips. 

God, his fucking lips.

They looked so memorizing. The light sheen of chapstick he'd applied earlier was still lingering across the plush pink cushions. His tongue wetting them, taunting you to come closer, and it worked.

You were so naive to think he wouldn't do this.

You squeaked as his hands gripped the fleshy curve of your hips. His lips twitched up into a smile against your own when he pulled you forward onto his lap as quickly as he could. 

You knew you should have tried to protest a bit more. You should have attempted to keep him on track but when his thigh pressed against your clothed core, you knew you were done for. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand got a firm grip on the round flesh of your ass.

"I see what you two do in here." That sweet voice floated through the thickening air in your makeup trailer as she opened the door. Your eyes lazily blinked open to see your smug boyfriend smile wide across his face. 

Whatever snarky come back that was sitting on the tip of your tongue was quickly choked down to the back of your throat when you looked up to see her wearing that. 

Who knew a robe could turn you on so much?

"Damn." Harry finally commented after your not so subtle shifting of your hips against his thigh. Now he completely understood why you'd suddenly gone silent. 

"Shut up." She mumbled under her breath. Her cheeks flamed red from your shameless stares. 

"You look great, baby." You smiled brightly, your hand extended out for her to take. "Mhm." Harry's quick agreement had both you and Flor rolling your eyes, but a small smile formed at the corner of her lips.

"Wait til you see what he's got to wear." She smiled brightly, her silky soft hand wrapped tightly in yours as she walked towards the both of you. 

"Better hurry up then," you practically jumped off Harry's lap, his lust filled eyes quickly turned fearfully as your eager hands reached for your set of brushes. "Hold him down for me."

"Gonna pay for this later, sweetheart." Harry grumbled as Florence's hand held down his arm. 

"Sort of counting on that, Harold. Now, be a good boy and hold still."

>>>

The rest of your day had been absolute torture. Your core ached, your underwear were beyond ruined, and you couldn't wait another minute for the both of them to finally be off set. 

Instead, the both of them casually took their time, leisurely hanging around to talk to other cast and crew while you were basically jumping out of your skin to get them back into the privacy of your trailer. 

After 30 minutes of them both shooting you sweet smiles and well disguised sultry eyes, you'd had enough. Your feet carried you as quickly across the lot to your haven, your fist clenched in your hand almost as tightly as your core.

You were dripping and the both of them knew you were having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself.

It started out innocent enough, Harry's tattoos needed to be touched-up about a million times with the edge of his suit rubbing away the makeup there. You had been practically drooling over the both of them all day but when he saw your legs tighten together, he could help but lay it on thick. His hand rested on the small of your back as he circled around you, nose pressed almost completely against your ear as he whispered a raspy thank you. 

Florence was just as bad and she wasn't ever the instigator out of the three of you. She couldn't help it when she heard a soft whimper leave your lips when she brushed a few hairs off your forehead when you were redoing her makeup after lunch. 

She smiled sweetly, too sweetly, before those plush lips pressed tightly against your own. Her hand laced around your jaw to pull you tighter into her kiss. 

She pulled away from you before you were even close to being done. "Only fair that I get to makeout with you in this chair if Harry gets to do it all the time." 

You felt like you could combust from how turned on you were and you were done waiting for them to do something about it.

You practically slammed the door to your trailer behind you, making sure to lock it before laying yourself out across your couch that sat in the corner of your room.

If they weren't going to do something about it, you would. Your hands fumbled around with the pesky pants that covered your legs, until you were finally free enough to touch where you needed.

The sigh of relief, shuddering feeling that ran through your body from the contact you were craving only lasted a moment before you heard a metal key fumbling around with the locks on your door. 

"Couldn't wait for us?" Harry chuckled, his keys to your trailer thrown on your table top.

"You two were taking forever!" You glared at him through your open legs. 

"Told you she couldn't wait any longer." Florence giggled as she pushed her way past Harry. Her hands on her hips but a smile danced on the corner of her lips.

"Are you two going to help me here or?" You were cocky, impatient, and your fingers weren't anywhere near as good as theirs was.

"Might just watch." Harry shrugged with a smug smile as he plopped down on the end of the couch. The furniture was barely big enough for the three of you to sit normally. His hands moved your legs to lay over top of his own. Your eyes could have shot daggers through him as he loosened his tie, his legs spread wide enough that your hand bumped his thigh with every slow circle around your clit.

"Baby." You whined, your pleading eyes flashing towards Flor. Who was already wearing nothing but a smile, her robe abandoned on the floor, and if you weren't so insanely turned on you would have turned to stick your tongue out to Harry. Gloating that at least one of them was nice enough to help you.

Having sex with them always seemed to be frenzied, blurs of quick paced moments that seemed to fly by.

Her thighs rested on either side of you as Harry peeled away the drenched lacy fabric between your legs. 

Her tongue dominating your own as she pulled down your top enough to free your breast. Her hands pinching and kneading across them as your back arched further off the couch.

You could hear Harry mumbling out a slur of curses, followed by the sound of his zipper. Your legs were bumped up and down in time with his strokes along his swollen cock.

"Soaking my leg, kitten." He groaned at the sight of your cunt soaking the thin material of his brown suit.

"Thought you were just gonna watch." Florence chuckled, her perfectly pouty lips swollen from how hard she'd been kissing you. The edges of them barely touching your own as she talked to Harry.

"Was gonna but she's so fuckin' wet, Flor." His voice was deeper than usual, gravelly, slow, "Bet I could jus'...." 

Your jaw fell open, your back arched off the couch when his fingers filled you. A wild moan ripped from your lungs when he curled them just right.

You could already feel the cord tightening in your lower stomach. You had been so wound up all day long from looking at them you were practically ready to snap within seconds. 

"Awe, poor thing's already about to cum." Florence cooed, her hand around the back of your neck, teasing your jaw with the edge of her nose. 

You always loved hated how well they could read you. How their teasing words made your face burn and your pussy flood with need. 

When she was harshly shifted down further into your chest, her own sweet sounding moan falling from her lips, you couldn't help your own snide remark, "who's the one going to cum too quickly now?"

She probably would have snapped right back at you but she couldn't utter out anything more than whimpers. You knew the feeling, Harry's tongue had a way of doing that, making you both shut up and he had proudly used it on more than one occasion to get you two to stop bickering about dumb stuff. 

Your hand laced through her blonde locks, her lips attached to your neck whenever she could control her mouth long enough to kiss your sweet spots. Your nipples peaked at the contact of her breast against your own, Harry's hand still pumped lazily against your sweet spot, his thumb running tight circles around your clit, and while it wasn't enough, you weren't complaining. You weren't ever sure how he managed to focus on eating one of you out while fingering the other when you knew damn well he was about to combust himself.

You knew she was close when her breathing became erratic, her chest heaving against yours. Her whole body shaking as her orgasm washed across her, her panting barely broke when you felt his warm tongue slipping through your folds.

You moaned at the feeling, your hips instantly shifted downwards, craving every bit of contact you could get from him. 

You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers with every thick swipe of his tongue across your clit. Your eyes barely staying open when soft kisses were pressed lazily against your neck. 

Such a contrast to the harsh grasp of Harry's free hand digging into your one thigh. His gruts and groans were only muffled by the deafening sound of your soaking core.

Florence perked up her head from your chest, carefully turning herself completely around. Her legs on either side of your head as she draped herself across you to watch Harry at work.

Her sweet honey only inches from your face and fuck did you want a taste. You wet your lips, hands pushing her thighs down but she wouldn't budge.

Your huff of protest was quickly choked down when Harry's tongue ran tight circles around your clit.

"Gonna share?" That sweet voice asking that innocent question about broke you. Your walls clenched tightly trying to not get Harry to stop his fingers from slipping out of you, almost crying when they did anyway.

"Course, baby." 

You squeaked, your legs pushed backwards by your thighs, your body almost folded in half.

"Fuck, you got her soaking the couch." 

You were suddenly very appreciative about the fact neither one of them could see the embarrassment burning through your face. Your forehead pressed to Florence's leg as you whined, not wanting them to point how just how turned on you were.

You heard two simultaneous shushing sounds before your lower lips were pulled apart, the cool air licked across your slick, only making you whine louder.

When you heard and felt Harry's spilt against your core you thought you were done for. Lip tucked so tightly between your teeth you could taste the faintest hint of metallic against your tongue.

Then the softest kitten lick had you losing your mind, her tongue collecting all of his saliva on your clit before swirling around your entrance.

"Fuck," you cried, your nails digging crest moons into the flesh of Florence's thighs. "please, just fuck me already!"

"Don't think she can take anymore teasing Flor." Harry chuckled, yeah, chuckled, from between your thighs. 

"But I was having fun." She pouted, her tongue stopping its mesmerizing movements.

"Can 'ave fun with her after." Harry said as he started to shed the layers of his suit. 

"I'm literally right here!" You complained, your huff of annoyance jammed down your throat when Harry pulled up by your legs. Your face now exposed to his smirking, mischief filled eyes. 

"We know, baby," he cooed, almost too sweetly, something about the look behind his eyes made your pussy flutter but your mind anxious about how sore you'd be tomorrow. "Ass up for me."

You eagerly nodded your head, trying to roll over in your place before the tsking clicks of his tongue stopped your movements. 

"Like this." He said, pulling you off the couch. Your knees on the hard linoleum floor, your elbows resting on the seat of cushion in front of you. Giving Flor just enough space to sit pretty right in front of you.

Your arms instinctively circling around her thighs, pulling her core down to mouth. Her moans filled the small space around you. Vibrating off the walls with an echo. 

"Should 'ave done this in 'ere before." Harry mumbled more to himself than to either one of you as his tip teased your entrance. Your hips swayed instantly at the contact, slowly backing up the little bit you could to feel him slip inside of you.

He hissed, his fingers gripped the round flesh of your ass tightly before he surged forward, stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

"I ruin this pussy 'most everyday and you're still so fuckin' tight." He gritted out through his teeth, your walls clenched down around him at his words.

"Guess you're not fucking her good enough then." 

Your eyes widened in disbelief belief, disconnecting from her core so your mouth could gape in shock.

Did she hate you being able to walk?

"That so?" 

"'S what I said."

"Kitten," You squeaked when you were lifted by your shoulder, your back against Harry's chest. His hands snaked under your shirt just long enough to rip it off. "you can thank Flor tomorrow for why you won't be able to sit." 

"She'll probably be thanking me." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully teasing but enjoying the fact she was getting under his skin.

"Need me to stop, just tap my leg," his deep voice husked into your ear. Your hand tapping his leg, showing him you understood,  before you were hurled back in front of Florence's core by the back of your head. "good girl, now lick." 

You had Harry go hard on you before but when he sheathed himself fully inside of you in one go, you knew you were really going to be in for it. 

Your tongue tried to desperately get Flor off as fast as you could, your fingers slamming into her sweet spot, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You had a hard time knowing where to focus. Her addictive taste or his marksman worthy precision thrusts into your g-spot.

Your body felt like warm liquid was being pumped through your veins. Both of them gripping onto you at different ends, his hips grinding against your ass as he sat balls deep in your pussy. Her hips dragging against your mouth, fucking herself against your face. 

The sound of their collective moans slicked through the sticky, sex filled, air around you. Your mind lost in that space of non-thinking as your body moved back and forth between the two of them.

"Gonna cum all over my cock, sweetheart?" Your walls tightened around him as her fingers dug deeper into the back of your head. Her own cord snapping only moments before your own.

The white burning light washing through your body followed by the familiar gush of fullness in your lower tummy. 

"Holy shit," Florence breathed out, her arm dropped across her forehead. 

"Why haven't we done that here before?" Harry asked through short breaths.

"'S company property." You mumbled against the couch, your head buried into the soft material as your legs gave out to lay on the heaven-like cold floor below you. "We literally just said fuck you to New Line Cinema." 

You heard chuckling from either side of you, both of them still slightly out of breath.

"Hope we don't work with them again then." 

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 S01E10: Believers

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Child: "Am I going to die?" Parent: "If it is written in the streams of time, Shon, it will be so."

I hope that in their culture, this is far more comforting than it would be in mine. Regardless, this caused my first out-loud laugh of the episode.

Another dark episode, I see. So far it feels like it's JW/Faith Healer-criticism focused.

Idk how well I'm going to do with this episode. I had an anti-healthcare parent who refused to get me medical treatment for many easily treatable problems, and some of them are still bothering me today. Hell, it's the reason I'm almost 30 and watching Babylon 5 while recovering from a quadruple 100% bone impacted wisdom tooth extraction. So my commentary might be a tad....hostile. For this episode.

Shit like this makes me hot under the collar. Children should be able to have medical autonomy over their bodies.

oh my god, the parents also don't let their kid watch secular educational or entertaining material. Wow. It's my family but aliens.

Doctor Franklin's soft and soothing bedside manner is the only thing keeping me from skipping this episode tbh.

I don't really care about the moral arguments of this back and forth. Fuck no. No debate. Parents don't own their children. Children deserve adequate medical care. Period.

This poor, afraid, tortured child. There were times I spent hours and hours and hours trying to control my breathing, not knowing if this would be asthma attack that killed me, knowing that if I was allowed to have an inhaler or go to the ER, I wouldn't have to wonder. Sometimes I blacked out and didn't know if I would wake up again. My adrenaline is rising.

Can we spend more time on Ivanova?

pfffft G'Kar won't help because they have nothing to offer the Narns. Londo won't, because research, committee hearings and paperwork cost money.

Nasty ass parent: "If it were your child, or even you yourself, how would you feel if the doctor of Babylon 5 wanted to perform an unwelcome procedure on you?" Kosh: "The avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebbles to vote."

That made me laugh for the second time this episode! Slightly hysterically, to be sure.

Delenn is SO sympathetic. "I cannot tell you how much all this troubles me," yeah cuz they wouldn't like the answer, I'm sure.

Sinclair, don't be stressed about this. The kid will die if their awful bigoted parents get their way. It's murder via slow, torturous death. The only thing I approve of so far is that Sinclair is speaking directly to the child.

"It's only a piece of industrial goo, but please don't tell Doctor Franklin I said so. He still believes it's an egg."

I may cry, that is so precious.

Poor brainwashed little child doesn't want to lose their spirit.

"I have to honor the beliefs of the parents," bullshit.

Awful. Everything about this is awful.

Now that the parents are crying I refuse to cry because they're fucking awful. Crying over a situation they could have fixed days ago.

YEAH GO DR FRANKLIN. He's already packed! And the surgical assistant is going to help, too. Now that's what I'm talking about! Fucking ethics!

If they write something fuckin dumb in like the kid's spirit escapes I'm going to be furious.

Their transparent masks crack me up. In the future, you can see each others faces during surgery. :P But what's stopping them from wearing hygienically transparent scrubs?

terrible terrible parents. There's a reason I'm an atheist.

Franklin: "Well if I have to take the responsibility then I claim the authority, too. I. Did. Good. And we both know it, and no one is gonna take that away."

Yep. Bravo.

Fuck I'm just so on edge. This episode is hard and bad for me.

They're taking the child and uhhh. Hope they won't kill the kid. "He needs to rest," "He will," is extremely ominous.

Goddamn it I hate being right.

"Sometimes doing the right thing doesn't change anything. It can drive you crazy."

True that.

I'm glad Ivanova had a nice time, at least.

-

funsies, an episode about the devastating effects of alcoholism on familial relationships

[delusion-of-negation]

so I haven't talked about this much, because it may surprise you to learn that I'm actually very private, but I had a flare up recently with some of my health issues that basically made me like bedridden, it's dumb. the backstory is basically my body has always kinda hated me, but a few years ago my heart, lungs, and muscles had an evil meeting and decided it'd be really funny to just fuckin' eat themselves, for no good reason, really just shits n' giggles. and obviously that is not really beneficial to my already not up to the osha standards circulation system. before your armchair doctor brain kicks in, I am really really not overweight. anyway, the mutiny isn't going so well, my feet are suffering the brunt of their cruel antagonism. I do not show my feet to any soul, but I decided that it was worth sacrificing my principles this one time and showing the ol' boys to a friend who's one of those foot wizard types, the people who studied at institutions to learn the ways of the foot, to treat the feet that patients bring to them. a professional, one may say. had to get frostbite entirely off the table, it seemed worth the cost. which was financially a solid zero, but emotionally a fortune. and she is not the best in the poker face department, that apparently isn't in the curriculum at wizard inc. so, today she gave me The Talk. I don't like The Talk. I don't want The Talk. do not cite The Talk to me wizard, I was there when it was written. I have heard of your The Talk mortal, I found it to be disappointing. anyway, she looked me dead in my dead eyes, and said "who else is there? if something happens to you, now that the awful situation with your family happened so they've gone, who else will be here?" wizard. nobody. it isn't a secret. they fucked off because I'm trans and now I've got a few sporadic contacts who's connection to me is about as strong as the wifi in the desert. it's fine. so I brushed it off, took a polite route of asserting I'll be fine. "but you are not fine." I'd ask you if I needed help. "no you're not going to do that." I will. "you need help now and you're not asking for it." okay, look, I'm not a wizard, I am not going to win a wizard duel, it isn't fair to pin me down when I can't swing my glove at your face and initiate trial by combat. I think I handled The Talk in a very mature way. I hate this shit. look, I know we both just lost our mutual friend in tragic circumstances, and that self-neglect isn't exactly something we're at all unfamiliar with agonisingly watching someone inflict upon themselves, while health issues bit by bit erode their body, but if I'd slipped an ace up my sleeve you'd probably see them because my sleeves aren't big and people are. not to be cruel, but I'm trying to spare you the trouble of seeing it. I come to you with an issue you could help with, I come to you when you can feel as if you're making a dent, and spare you the rest. it doesn't help when I do that and get The Talk as punishment for showing something. like, I may have asked for specific help with a specific odd need, but I did ask for help. but no, I won't take time to drop my nebulous mess of issues on an innocent person's head, that achieves about as much as screaming "be afraid be very afraid" in your face for a solid hour while wearing a mask. ie scares you and makes my throat hurt. it feels shitty to scare people, feels like fucking up big. this isn't some bravissimo, some bravado, no b words that mean posturing are going on here. I simply do not care for this whole idea of taking every possible issue to friendos for supportos. I don't care for it because I've been the person in the powerless position as people fuckin' die. all The Talk does is show me that I've failed. that it would be better to cut you off altogether. spare you the pain of me. I was reassuring and polite. on the inside, I calculated how long it may take for me to gradually phase out contact. and this is why you should never breach your principles. so never, under any circumstances, show feet.

[if you are about to give some stupid screed in some pathetic attempt to teach people that all you need is to get well and be happy and open up and all that shit, just know that I will die far before you do, so when you join me in hell you will be greeted by all of the pornos me and the generations of your relatives down there made]

[mrsmaybankhere]

Zorro

i don’t have an explication for this...i just...idk enjoyed very much while writing it!!

hope you like it and lmk your opinions on it!! i love youu xx

**NOT MY GIF, CREDITS TO THE OWNER**

Words: over 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use protection guys!!), oral sex (male receiving), roleplay sex (i think??), dirty talking, mentions of alcohol and weed.

sorry for any mistakes❤️

Keggers at the Boneyard are the best thing ever and tourons adore them just as much as you do. But when you are a Pogue and when you and your friends always organise them, at some point things become boring and odd. Going to the same party three times a week is already a routine for you and you hate this. You all love spontaneity so to spice things up a little bit you, Sarah and Kie came with an amazing idea: themed parties. The boys were all for it, so once a week you would have a themed party and because all of you love Halloween just as much as Christmas a costumes party is more than welcomed for the first one.

And instantly you though that you and JJ would have the best matching costumes like the ones you always see at celebrities on Halloween. The low budget type, but still matching. But your dearest boyfriend had another idea and decided that everyone should keep the secret until the night of the party and it was a exciting one, but you also hated it because you didn't know what to expect from him.

So because Addams Family is one of your favourite, you chose Morticia. You wanted to shock JJ and everyone else and when you watched yourself in the full mirror, you knew that your appearance would shock everyone because you looked so different from yourself. And that's exactly what you wanted in the first place.

You tanned skin is now covered by a white foundation, making you pale just like you need. You straightened up your black long hair and you used a red lipstick from Sarah's makeup collection. Some really dark contour helped you to emphasize your features a lot more than you were used to, but that was the point to a costumes party: going out of your confort zone and trying crazy things. You also borrowed a black long lace dress from Rose, you and Sarah hoping that she won't notice and you looked exactly from the story.

The three of you laughed your asses off while getting ready at Sarah's place and even Rafe seemed impressed by your costumes ideas; he's dressed up as Joker, despite Sarah trying to convince him to change it because she was dressed up as Harley Quinn and the role was indeed perfect for her. And Kiara looked stunning and in her own element dressed as Wonder Woman. They looked wonderful and you kept reminding them that, while they did the same with you and insisted that JJ would be amazed by your presence.

And indeed he was.

Just as much as you were by seeing him with a black cape and a black mask around his eyes, only letting you see his beautiful icy blue eyes. "Fuck" you muttered under your breath and you bit so hard on your tongue that you tasted blood in your suddenly very dry mouth.

"Close your mouth, baby. Don't open it yet." JJ whispers in your ear and his warm breath in your ear send shivers down your spine and your whole body. And he knows it.

You and JJ couldn't keep your eyes off each other for the rest of the party and he would sent your whole body in fire only by touching your waist or looking into your eyes with that stupid sexy mask on. He looks absolutely ravishing and you never wanted to suck him off as bad as you want it now.

So after some good weed and a lot of booze, all of you are shitfaced and dacing like crazy with your toes in the sand, not giving a damn about anything around you while the sun is almost up on the sky. You find support on your boyfriend, leaning against him while he was talking -more like screaming- with John B and Pope. John B had a Michael Myers mask on and Pope was dressed up as a crazy surgeon from a horror movie he saw with JJ and that's why they are laughing so bad right now. And because they are high too.

"JJ..." You speak while laughing too and you don't even know why, but that's not catching your boyfriend's attention, so you think about something else and you try again. "Zorro, baby!"

JJ thought that he didn't hear you right, but when you repeated the same thing he could feel himself getting a painful boner and he's too high and horny to try to hide it. He spins you around, pressing your back against his toned chest and your ass right against the hard bulge that's already forming into his pants. You gasp so hard for air that JJ had to place his ringed long fingers over your mouth, something you like it so much that is just turning you on even more and you are already soaked between your thighs.

"Let's go-..."

"Where?" In your drunken state you have to concentrate a little more to find any place that's close to the party and safe enough for a quickie. A little more than just a quickie.

"The Van." You quickly say as you press his lips against his, not kissing him as he wanted to just talking with your eyes locked with his. "I will be waiting for you, Zorro."

Your seductive whisper caught JJ off guard and his glare is not leaving your body while you are slowly walking to the Van, not looking back at him or at anyone else around, knowing that if you would do that you would lost all your confidence that you just gained with a little help from weed and alcohol. You open the doors and you quickly get lost at the thoughts off JJ and that mask, him fucking the shit outta you while wearing that is driving you wild.

"You said you needed me, Miss?" You are pretty sure that he never read the book, but he loves movies so his reply was quite accurate to the character, so much that it made you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hungry sloppy kiss. With one hand he closes the Van door and the other one is already tangled in your long hair he loved so much.

"You look so fuckin' hot dressed up like this." He groans into your mouth, not breaking up the kiss as he's hungrily sucking and bitting on your neck and collar bone.

You take his cape off and he helps you with his shirt, you taking advantage of that to place some open mouth kisses and bites on his abs. You look up at him as you unbutton his pants, already drooling at the though of tasting him and having him all over in your mouth. You press some kisses on his V line, already palming him and you do nothing but smile at his sweet raspy groans.

"I love that mask. Don't take it off." You're voice is sternly and JJ found himself liking it, but he's never gonna admit it in your pretty face.

"Only if you call me Zorro when you cum." His smirk when you place a soft kiss on the head of his cock, licking the little bit of precum and a pulsing vein is quickly replaced by a frown and a raspy moan that makes you moan as well. His fingers are on your hair again, pulling on it to make you take him into your mouth and you don't even think twice when you moan at the taste of his warm big cock.

"You like it, huh? So take it all if you like it that much." JJ's dirty talking and the mask around his eyes are the best combination ever and you gulp down your moans as your hand is moving up and down his length, your eyes on his face as you are struggling to take all of his girth into your mouth.

His hands guides you further and he loves how your eyes are not leaving him, the innocent expression on your face and the smudged red lipstick on your mouth pleasure him more than you even know. His thrusts are deep now, your throat constricting as he forces the tip of his cock to meet your gag reflex. His moans are now louder as you keep sucking on his length, not really giving you the chance to breathe properly as your head bobbed up and down while watching him. You always though it was disgusting, but he totally loves to see your smudged lipstick, some spit or cum on your chin and tears running down on your cheeks along with your mascara. You are always gorgeous to him, including in moments like these.

He rough pushes his hips into you again, his hands pulling harder on your hair, so hard that you can already feel a little bit of pain in your scalp. But the worst pain was the needing, the aching for him and his touches and you think of that while you can barely breath with his cock down your sore throat. He reaches his orgasm with a loud moan and you smile right before you're cheeks are full of his warmly cum. You watch him in awe, being proud of yourself with your lips red, swollen and full of saliva, even dripping down on your chin but you didn't care.

"You're such a good girl, [Y/N]...You're my best girl, my only one." With his thumb he wipes off the corner of your mouth and he pushes you on the bench and your lips found each other again into a deep hungry kiss. And that's exactly how you are: hungry and thirsty for each other.

You don't even know when and how he takes your dress off and tonight you didn't even wore a bra because it was already hot enough in that dress and that made JJ smirk as his tongue is slowly circling around your hard nipple. The action makes you moan like crazy, but it's too soft for what you need now.

"J-..."

"How did you called me, [Y/N]?" He raises a eyebrow towards you, his other hand pushing down your lace bikini. He adores how much attention you pay to little things like this.

"Zorro, please." You quickly talk as you realized your mistake. "Please, I need you. I want you, Zorro."

You thought that after so many moments like these he would get bored of hearing you begging for him, but it's impossible. Seeing you with your makeup all smudged on your face, spit and his cum on your chin and big eyes, imploring him to fuck you bad it's the best thing he ever had in front of his eyes. In fact, you are that best thing he ever had.

"I love you, Zorro. Please."

"I love you too, Morticia." His seems amused and you would laugh too, but you are too horny and needy right now to be able to think about anything else beside him inside of you. He is the only thing and the only person in your mind.

He spreads your legs open even more and his thumb is slowly circling around you sensitive clit, only to tease you even more before finally give you what you both want so fucking bad.

"Fuck, please! I can't wait any-..." Your moans and screams are so loud that you are sure that anyone that's close to the Van can hear it , but you don't care about this right now.

You don't even have the time to finish your sentence because of him slipping inside of you, his fingernails sunking into your breasts and hips as yours are already digging into his back. You both leave marks on each other and you both enjoy having them all over your skin, JJ loving the idea that everyone can see that you are his and only his. Especially stupid tourons who thinks they stand a single chance with you.

"You are so tight, princess. Only for me. Right?" His lower voice is sending you insane and you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

"Fuck yes! Only for you Zorro!" You scream in pleasure, arching your back to press your bodies together and meet his lips for another rough deep kiss. Right from the start his thrusts are deep and hard, with each one sending you right to the edge.

He loves so much to tease you more than this, but at this point its hard for him too and he thrusted his hips against yours, you moving towards him in your desperation for him. You large open your legs, allowing him to have more space above you as his mouth found yours again, forming together a full of passion mess. You both are out of air as you moan louder and louder, closer to your high to each deep thrust inside of you. You kiss his collar bone, his chest and his neck tasting his salty skin on your lips and biting hard on some spots on his tense neck.

"God, I'm close! I'm close, baby..." You scream again, making JJ grin beyond satisfied to see you like this. A total mess in the palms of his hands.

"I know, baby. Me too. I feel you." JJ moves faster and deeper inside of you, his mouth not leaving yours not even a second, you both swallowing each other's sweet moans. "Cum, baby. Cum all around me."

That was the sign you waited for. You are screaming in pleasure and biting on his chest, JJ moaning as you reached your highest point in the same time.

"I love you! I love you so bad!" You scream while finishing, riding your high and seeing stars above your head. That's how good it was.

"Who? Who do you love?" He asks, his breath all over the place as he looks amazed at you.

"You, JJ. Only you, baby."

That's what he wanted to hear.

That's what he needed to hear. Not Zorro, not anything else. Just his name. And as a response, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and on your lips.

"I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

In the next second he collapsed next to you on the tight bench in the back of the Van and you touch his cheek and the mask with your fingers, looking at him with a soft smile on your lips. He is prompting himself up on his elbow, running a hand through his blond damp hair while looking at you with an amused grin.

"Now can I take this shit off? It's so fucking hot in here, Morticia."

[shyneanon]

I don't entirely know the details either. It could be a debt of some sort (maybe he stole some donuts from her lol), or just an random dislike of him. Idk, I just have a feeling a lot of the UF cast have a mutual loathing of Fell XDD

Splynter gave me a prompt about UF Sans having to go speak to Muffet. I knew they disliked each other, but didn’t really know the details of their dynamic, so I  asked. Honestly I agree, I feel like most of the Underfell cast just hates Sans. Which makes sense, considering pretty much everyone seems to love Sans in Undertale. Kind of reversed.

I’m not... sure how accurately I wrote UF Muffet, but I tried. I hope you like it!

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Shit.

Shit shit shit shit.

Sans stood outside of the door to Muffet’s, feeling countless beads of sweat running down his forehead. Sure, they were on the surface now. He was… pretty sure she wouldn’t hurt him.

But there weren’t really any guarantees.

And besides, even if she didn’t hurt him, she would find some way to make his life miserable. He just needed to get in and back out as fast as possible. Why couldn’t Boss have done this?! He’d asked, but apparently Boss had taken that as a “Sans needs to learn to not be such a fucking wimp all the time.” He wasn’t a wimp! This was Muffet they were talking about! And she hated him! Him specifically! She would listen to Boss, at least a little bit…. Ugh. There was no point in stalling. He just needed to go in already.

He forced himself to place his hand on the door handle and push it open, rushing inside before he could change his mind.

The bell attached to the door made a little jingling sound as the door shut behind him, and he froze immediately. Muffet was right at the counter, wiping it down. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

“I’m afraid we just closed,” she began, but immediately paused after turning her head and seeing who had just entered the store. Sans felt himself start to sweat again and looked away.

“Hi, how are ya?” He tried to say it casually, but didn’t make eye contact. He didn’t want her to think he was being disrespectful.

She gasped, an utterly false gasp of joy. “Oh, Sans! How are you? It’s been so long!”

An army’s worth of spiders scuttled down from the counter and surrounded him in a semicircle.

“Too long.”

She giggled. Sans could feel himself shaking a little. It’s fine. She won’t hurt me. She knows Boss would kill her if she hurt me, even if it is against the law. Reminding himself that his brother really did care made him feel a bit better.

“What’s the matter? Go ahead and tell me what you’re here for, hm?”

He managed. “I got some’a yer money I owe ya.”

“Oh! Really?”

He nodded vigorously, pulling out the cash from his pocket. At the sudden movement, the spiders instinctively moved forward, but relaxed when they saw that he meant no harm.

“Oh! How lovely!” She looked down at something he couldn’t see behind the counter.

God no.

“Why don’t you go grab it, pet?”

There were several snarling sounds and Muffet’s horrible pet crawled over the counter and over to Sans. It opened its drooling mouth and displayed its sharp teeth. Making sure to barely hold the cash between the tip of his thumb and index fingers, Sans held it out and let the pet grab it, flinching when it bit down. Thankfully, his bones were untouched.

“Aww! It likes you so much!”

Just make this end, dammit….

“Why don’t you give it a few pats, hmm?”

“H… huh?” Sans felt himself start to sweat again. He smiled nervously. “I mean… I would, but I, uh--”

“It will be sad if you don’t!” She flashed him a smug smile. “And I’ll be very upset if you make it sad.”

ffffffffff

“R… right,” he said, and reached out. It flinched, which made him flinch, but he eventually patted its head. It started to growl, but he knew better than to stop, so he just continued and prayed that it wouldn’t decide to bite his hand off.

“Aww. It enjoys being pet so much! You can stop now.”

He immediately withdrew his hand, shoving it in its pocket, and the pet scurried back over to Muffet and handed her the cash. She started to flip through it.

“Well! Finally, we…”

She trailed off, counting the money again, and Sans started to shake once more. Had the pet swallowed some of the cash? Please no.

Her eyes went from the money to him.

“This is only half of your owed amount,” she said, her voice riddled with distaste.

“Y… Yeah.”

All five of her eyes narrowed as she stood up completely straight. “I thought I told you not to come back until you had all of my money, Sans.”

OK, time to completely cast aside his pride.

“I know!” he said. “I’m sorry! I wanted tah wait till I had it all, but Boss--”

“Hmmm, or wait forever?”

“N-- no, I was savin’ it up, but we had ‘n agreement an’ I didn’t wanna--”

“You know,” she interrupted, although he hesitantly tried to continue blabbering. “I just realized my pet hasn’t had any food since lunch.”

The pet, which was still standing on the counter, turned and stared at him with its beady eyes. He tried not to look too afraid. Technically, he could annihilate Muffet and her pet if he wanted, but he didn’t want anybody to know about what he was capable of.

“That’s illegal,” he said. “Yer shop’ll get shut down.”

“Oh trust me,” she said, “I can make sure no one pins it on me.” A bit of a manic smile. “It’s not as if they’ll have a body as evidence.”

“My bro’ll know you did it, he’ll kill ya.”

“Mmm. Your brother is only so strong.”

That may as well have been an insult, considering the Underground’s culture. Sans didn’t think before speaking-- a bad habit he often suffered from. “Shuddup, my brother’s stronger than you’ll ever be!”

A moment of silence as they both realized what he’d just said. They just stared at each other. Sans started to panic. He didn’t want to shortcut right in front of somebody. She was going to let that stupid pet eat him and--

No, the door was right behind him. He could run! Cowardly, sure, and embarrassing, but he’d be alive. He turned-- only to find someone towering over him.

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”

“Boss!” Sans practically yelled in relief. His brother raised a brow at him, but didn’t say anything.

“Oh!” said Muffet. She suddenly looked nervous. Only so strong, my ass. “Hello, Papyrus! Your lovely brother here was just paying me some of his debt. I’m quite appreciative!”

“AS YOU SHOULD BE,” said Papyrus stiffly. He must have seen Muffet’s sadistic smile through a window. Sans turned back around, giving Muffet a smug smile of his own when his brother wasn’t looking. How the tables have turned, huh?

She kept her fake smile plastered on her face, and her attention on Papyrus. “We just now closed, but you and I are always such good friends! Would you like something? It’s on the house! I made cupcakes just a few hours ago, they’re still--”

“NO,” said Papyrus, “WE ARE NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SECOND-RATE FOOD.”

She looked like she’d just been slapped in the face, she was so horrified. Sans saw his chance and sauntered up to the counter, the spiders on the floor scuttling out of the way.

“I’ll take some,” he said, giving her a massive, shark-toothed grin.

One of her eyes twitched.

“I mean, ya did say I’m real lovely, right? ‘N we’re all such good friends.”

“... Of course,” she said, though the murderous rage radiating off of her was quite palpable. “Anything! What would you like?”

“Ya said ya made cupcakes?”

“Yes, I did in fact do that.” She pointed at six cupcakes immaculately decorated with clean frosting.

“Nice. I’ll take all six.”

“All six? I didn’t say you could have...” She stopped, looking over in Papyrus’s direction, and her grin became somehow more forced. “... I mean, of course, yes! Six cupcakes coming right up!”

It was almost like she had to force her limbs to grab the cupcakes, put them into a box, and then hand them to Sans without asking for any pay.

“Aw geez, Muffet, yer always such a great friend,” he said, beaming maliciously up at her.

“Always. You two take care now!”

“See ya,” he said, and headed for the door. Papyrus said nothing, just held the door open for him. Once he’d left, Papyrus followed.

“YOU KNOW I ONLY LET YOU TAKE SIX CUPCAKES BECAUSE I SAW THAT SHE WAS THREATENING YOU DESPITE HAVING THE MONEY.”

“Yeah, thanks fer saving my ass.”

“LANGUAGE! DON’T SPEAK LIKE A BARBARIAN, SANS!”

“Sure.” Sans opened up the box, grabbed a cupcake, and began stuffing his face. “These are so fuckin’ good,” he said through a full mouth.

Papyrus sighed with exasperation.

He then held out a hand. Immediately understanding, Sans handed him a cupcake.

“Ya didn’t mean, it right? When ya said her food was second-rate?”

“OF COURSE I DIDN’T!” said Papyrus as he carefully unwrapped the cupcake. “HER PASTRIES ARE AMAZING! BUT SHE WAS THREATENING YOU! SHE DESERVED TO FACE CONSEQUENCES, EVEN IF KILLING HER ISN’T AN OPTION!”

Sans was too absorbed in his sweets to reply.

“... I’LL ADMIT, WATCHING HER SQUIRM WAS QUITE SATISFYING.”

“Yeah,” said Sans, “it was hilarious.” His smile faltered. “You’ll, uh, probably need tah take the second half of th’ debt to ‘er when ya get it. She’ll… prob’ly kill me if I try tah give it to her.”

“... THAT’S PROBABLY TRUE, YES. I’LL DELIVER IT.”

Cool.

Sans shoved another cupcake into his mouth.