#I’m fed up of being messy lol

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going to make an effort to have a really productive but also relaxing and healing week

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wipe my tears away | j.m.

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pairing *:·ﾟ afab!reader x joel miller wc *:·ﾟ6.6k  warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! talk of period pain, hormonal emotions, crying, kissing, some manhandling (if you squint), sad attempt at dirty talk, period play (lightly), fingering, maybe some degradation (not really sure), clit stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f receiving), squirting/messy cum, p in v penetration (not protected, do better!), one mention of blood… please let me know if i’m missing any major ones!  an *:·ﾟthis is for the girlies who get over emotional during their periods (they are me, i am them). this is a bit longer than intended, but once i got in the zone i literally couldn’t stop, so i hope y’all will enjoy it! kind of unedited, so if anything major jumps out feel free to comment lol. i also wrote this with correct capitalization, where all my previous fics were lowercase bc i couldn’t be bothered to turn on auto caps, so let me know if y’all prefer this format!  check the series masterlist for the series tags!

synopsis *:·ﾟ joel comes home to find you laying in bed, crying because of period pain. he may not be a full gentleman, but he wouldn’t let you suffer when he has a trick up his sleeve to help sooth the cramps. 

The pain that begins in your lower abdomen, the feeling that radiates throughout the rest of your lower body with enough force to make you wince, isn’t entirely new. It’s a monthly occurrence, actually. One that you feel like you should be used to by now, considering it’s plagued you for more than half your life. 

But the outbreak had already happened when you first got your period as a teen, and for a while, your body wasn’t receiving the nutrients it needed to sustain that kind of function. It was a double-edged sword, the way you were appreciative that you haven’t had it this bad your entire life, while ruminating on the losses that occurred due to the infection. 

Because it was a different story, now. 

Now, you were eating more than you could ever remember before. Jackson was a thriving community, after all. And you were beyond blessed that you were one of the lucky ones who got to reside within its gates. Now, your body was properly fed and being taken care of for the first time in years, and that double-edged sword reared in your mind again; thankful for the safe space you’ve landed upon, but God, at what cost? Your period pain took you out for days each month, making you feel like a burden even though you physically couldn’t help it. 

Your toe stubbed against a chair in your living room as another cramp worked its way through your body, causing you to cry out for more than one reason. Tears filled your waterline, and a heavy sigh escaped past your lips. The rough material of your jeans was digging into your waistline, your hair felt heavy against your neck and each strand that brushed against your cheek made you want to cut it off, and you just felt so useless. Some logical part of your brain realized this wasn’t really you feeling this way, it was just the hormonal shift, but that didn’t provide any sense of comfort as the tears continued to glide down your face. 

In some ways, you were lucky, as today had been your day off from helping around Jackson. Otherwise, that sense of being a burden to everyone would’ve increased tenfold. You couldn't stop feeling like a burden to yourself, though. You had made a perfectly organized to-do list that was hanging on your fridge of things you wanted to tackle today. 

Your sheets needed to be washed. The floors needed to be swept and mopped, especially after the rain, as Joel and Ellie continued to trek mud through your house by accident. Maria had given you some of the spices that grew in abundance, and you wanted to make one of those simmer pots on the stove that she kept mentioning. 

But doing those chores was the last thing on your mind right now, as another cramp racked its way through your body. Now, you just wanted to go lay in bed wearing nothing but Joel's shirt that you had thrown on earlier and cry while hugging a pillow.

 And so, that’s what you did. 

Your vision was watery as your fingers swiftly worked to unbutton your pants, your feet carrying you out of the living room and into your bedroom before you really even realized what you were doing. Once you hit your bedside, you tugged the jeans down your legs, letting them pool at your feet and leaving them on the ground as you crawl into bed, feeling about as pathetic as you probably looked. Curling up on your side, you reach out blindly and grab onto Joel's pillow, tucking it against your body and letting it provide you a false sense of comfort. After that, the tears start flowing freely. 

You didn’t know how long you laid there, didn’t know how long the sound of your sniffles had filled the room or how long you pressed the pillow against your abdomen. The cramps were still relentless, and it wasn’t like you even had any medicine you could take; expired Tylenol did absolutely nothing anymore. You wish you were more used to this feeling, this pain. But it seemed like the longer you were at Jackson, the worse the symptoms became each month. You had yet to figure out the remedies that were foolproof for this feeling. 

Continuous tears turned into lonely, stray droplets as you held onto the pillow. The room was silent except for the occasional sniff. You had zeroed in on an undone thread on the pillowcase, not paying attention to your surroundings, so you didn’t hear the sound of the front door being pushed open, or the sound of Joel's work boots stomping across the wooden floors. In the corners of your mind, you recognized the voice that was muttering to himself outside your room, but your eyes stayed focused on that singular thread. 

The thought of it being lonely, being apart from the other threads holding the fabric together, made your eyes water again. You could put yourself in its position, the ever present fear of being alone daunting you even now, and that was enough to send the tears over your waterline, racing down your cheeks and onto the pillow once again. The hiccup that came from your inhale was the noise that had the footfalls move towards your room, and through your blurry vision you saw the outline of Joel standing in the doorway. 

“What's wrong?” Through your sniffles, you could sense his urgency, his rough voice filled with nothing but concern, and maybe a little worry. His gaze swept over your body, checking for any possible injury. This was the first time he’d seen you break down to this level, and the sight of you curled into a fetal position, tears streaming down your face with his pillow in your grasp… he prayed to God that another person wasn’t involved with making you feel this way.

It would be a shame to lose his good reputation amongst Jackson because he had to beat some fucker up. 

Your gaze swung up to his face, and you made yourself blink harshly to expel the lingering tears. His face came into focus, the worry lines on his forehead becoming more clear to compliment the frown on his full lips. He had a spot of dirt streaking across his forehead, and his clothes were dirty from spending the day working outside. For whatever reason, the fact that Joel had been out working in the heat for most of the day while you couldn’t even manage to get up and wash your bedsheets made your emotions spiral even more. What is wrong with me? you wondered, hugging the pillow tighter to your body. 

The sound of his work bag hitting the floor echoed through the room, soon followed by the shuffle of his boots being kicked off his feet. His hands were gently pulling the pillow away before you could even register that he was in front of you now, but you felt the bed dip under his weight as he perched himself at the edge. His broad hand rested on your elbow before sliding up your arm, gently caressing your skin until he reached the side of your face. The calluses on his thumb scratched against your skin as he swiped the digit under your eye, wiping away the tears that had pooled. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” his voice was softer this time, comforting you in a way that had you feeling alright for the first time today. You leaned up on your elbows, and Joel helped guide you into a sitting position across from him, your hands holding on to one of his while his other cupped your face, thumb swiping against skin. The action of sitting up had your cramps rearing their ugly heads again, and your wince was subtle but extremely obvious to Joel, evident by the furrowing of his eyebrows. 

“My uterus is what’s wrong,” the scratchiness of your throat had you coughing slightly, and you worked to clear it before trying again, voice nearly as weak as you felt. “I'm on my period.” Joel's eyes widened in surprise at your admission, but he quickly schooled his features.

This wasn’t his first rodeo; he’d been with you for awhile now, but noticed that each month your symptoms were different. Sometimes, your sudden anger at everything gave away the fact that it was that time of the month. Other times, it was your sweet tooth and your cravings that gave it away. Rarely was it your tears, though, and his heart lurched at this new response. 

When your hands went to wrap around your stomach, applying pressure lightly to help ease the throbbing, his free hand came up to the other side of your face. “‘m sorry, darlin. Know that ain’t the best feeling in the world,” his thumbs were doing a stand up job at wiping away the tears on your cheeks, and soon the only sign that you had been crying was the red glaze surrounding your pupils. 

And the occasional sniffle. 

You leaned into his touch, eyes closing at the surprising amount of comfort that you felt from a pair of hands. You always felt at peace with Joel, though, so you weren’t surprised that his hands had this effect on you. You focused on the rough pads of his skin against the smooth texture of your own, taking in big breaths of air through your nose as your crying spell passed through you. Now you were thinking a little more clearly and felt a little embarrassed by the fact that Joel had walked in on you crying over a thread on a pillow case. Not that he’d ever know that’s what you were crying about. 

“It's okay. I'm sorry if i scared you or anything,” you started, opening your eyes to meet Joel's dark gaze. You offered him a small smile. “I really just need to learn how to deal with these cramps without them taking over my day. They seem to be getting worse and worse each month.” Your hands trailed up to grip his forearms, squeezing them affectionately as a wave of exhaustion flitted through your body. 

Joel's eyes squinted slightly. “Cramps, huh?” he mused, the corner of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly. In the far corner of his mind, he recalled a younger Tommy swearing by a foolproof activity that helped one of his girlfriends with her cramps when medicine didn’t cut it. He wasn’t sure he believed Tommy then, or even now, for that matter. But he knew how much you struggled with the pain, and he’d feel like a real jerk if he didn’t at least give this a go. 

“Think I know somethin’ that could help with that.” He pulled your head forward, pressing a chaste kiss on top of your forehead before dropping his hands and pushing off of the bed. You were slightly dazed, partly at the display of affection but also at the quickness in which Joel was walking to the bathroom. When he came back into the room with an old towel, you couldn’t help but look at him suspiciously. 

“Joel…”

“Do you trust me?” He asked, tossing the towel on the bed and leaning down to look at you, eye to eye. His demeanor was calm, but his eyes shined with a hint of mischievousness, and the smirk on his mouth was nothing but trouble. It made him look younger, almost. Like the gray in his beard and around the temples of his hair was there prematurely. You wondered if he was like that more before the outbreak, and you reveled in this glimpse of his past self that he was allowing you to see. 

“Of course I do.” Your answer was absolute, eyes showing no signs of distrust or wariness as you maintained contact with Joel’s. He reveled in the sureness of your answer, in the fact that it didn’t even take you more than a second to respond to his question. The smirk became a full blown grin, and you couldn’t help but mirror it on your own face as you wondered what the heck this man was thinking. 

“Good. In that case, I'm gonna go clean myself up,” his lips pressed against yours in a swift kiss before he backed away, fingers stretching to the hem of his t-shirt. “You’re gonna strip out of those panties, spread that towel out underneath you, and wait for me to come back. Okay?” One of his eyebrows notched up, awaiting your response. 

“Sir, yes, sir,” you teased, sending him off with a mocking salute. It earned you an eye roll, something he had been picking up more and more from Ellie's influence, no doubt. The sound of your giggle followed him into the bathroom, where he quickly worked to discard his dirty clothes and rinse off. The thought of you laying in bed with just his t-shirt on had him adjusting himself underneath the water stream. 

Meanwhile, you were working at a slower pace. 

You gingerly took the threadbare towel between your hands, kneeling up on your knees to place it where you thought would work best. You were starting to get an idea of what Joel was planning, and while you’ve never done anything like this before, you weren’t absolutely hating it. After you had smoothed the fabric out, you climbed back against the pillows, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your panties and sliding them down. The pad on the inside showed slight signs of blood, so at least you weren’t bleeding too heavily right now. Usually that came after a day or two of the cramps. 

You were combing your fingers through your hair when Joel walked back into the room, pausing at the threshold while you both took each other in. His hair was damp, droplets of water occasionally dripping on his forehead, brushed back at the edges and the tops to keep it out of his face. He had been growing it out a little longer, though you knew when summer fully came around, it’d be time to clip it. 

He’d changed out of a plain, gray t-shirt into another plain, gray t-shirt - clearly a staple in his wardrobe - and you had to admire the way he was filling it out. The sleeves hugged the middle of his biceps, straining against the pure muscle that had been building up. The shirt fit loose around his chest, but you could see the way it was snug around his tummy area, the small pouch of his stomach highlighted by the thin material. 

You weren’t the only one who had been eating better since arriving at Jackson; Joel was starting to bulk up and you were loving it. 

Having ended his workday earlier, and foreseeing spending the rest of the day in bed with you, he had pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants that clung to his thighs and offered very little to the imagination when it came to the thick imprint between his legs. The sight of him had your thighs clenching together automatically, heat racing through your body like a fever. 

And he knew it, too. You could tell by the smirk on his lips, the way his gaze strayed from your eyes to your legs. He loved having that affect on you, loved seeing how needy you became by just the thought of being with him. 

He walked to the other side of the bed, his eyes focused solely on you in his red shirt, the way your legs were crossed at the bottom, giving him just the smallest peak of bare skin underneath. You listen to him so well, he couldn’t help but admire. You gave him your trust so easily, and that was one of the few things that Joel considered to be precious in this world. He'd never make you regret that choice. 

Leaning up on your elbows, your body naturally turned towards him when he finally settled himself on his side next to you. One of his arms slipped behind your head, tucking you into his body as the other came up to guide your face to his. His lips were soft against your own, and all the tension you had felt from crying earlier completely disappeared. 

Your hands clung to his arm as he kissed you, a soft sigh escaping through your lips. Joel took the opening to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip before dipping it into your mouth. Your mind was growing fuzzy, and you simply let Joel manipulate you how he wanted, eagerly offering yourself to him. 

His mouth stayed on yours, your noses brushing against each other with every tilt of the head, but his hand strayed from your cheek. It paved a path to the collar of the t-shirt, where he fisted the material and tugged it towards himself, halfway pulling you on top of him with the movement. Your hands flung out to his chest to stop yourself from completely crashing into him, and a groan sounded against your mouth as Joel felt the tips of your fingers dig into the skin. 

He soon abandoned the collar, letting his palm slide down the expanse of your torso and bunching the shirt up a little before settling it right over your lower abdomen, fingers splayed out wide against your bare skin. The heat radiating from his palm on your skin was like your own personal heating pad; the soreness that ebbed from your cramps seemed to dissipate the longer his hand rested against your skin, the action making your head spin as you focused on breathing through your nose as Joel’s tongue traced along yours. 

Joel’s mouth trailed from your lips down to your jaw, down to your neck. The stubble growing on his face scratched at your skin when he nuzzled himself in the crook of your neck, causing a combination of a laugh and a moan to flutter past your lips. You could feel him smile against your skin before nipping at it gently, using his lips and tongue to ebb the slight pain away. You could feel him sucking at your skin, and you knew in the morning you’d regret the red and purple marks that would litter your skin, but right now, the feeling was absolute heaven. 

“Spread those legs for me, baby.” The words were whispered against your skin, accompanied by a quick tap to your thighs. You didn’t hesitate to obey; your left leg fell to the side while you rested your right leg on top of Joel's. His hand slipped from your stomach to your upper thigh, gripping the fleshy inside as he helped adjust it higher on his body. 

The cool air from the fan had you shivering as it made contact with your bare skin, emphasizing the wet slick that had formed between your legs. Joel's mouth found itself back on yours, his kiss turning punishing, almost, as his hand slowly moved down your inner thigh; his teeth were biting and pulling at your lower lip, his fingers were digging into your skin as he kneaded and gripped your thigh. 

“Joel,” you mewled, stretching up slightly to angle your hips closer to his hand. You were settled in the crook of his elbow, and his arm came up to bare against your throat ever so slightly. He essentially had you in a headlock, and you were helpless to anything he administered. Goosebumps prickled along your skin, and you whined once more when his fingers brushed against the crease of your leg. 

“Shh, s’okay, baby. Let me take care of you,” his words were soothing, soft. A complete contrast to the way he was handling your body, and it was all you could do but nod in response, eyes wide and trusting as they held contact with him. His pupils were so dilated that you could barely see the rim of brown, even this close. 

Another sharp tap to your inner thigh had you gasping, and Joel's mouth formed into a smirk as his calloused fingers eased the spot. You’d like to blame the hormones fluttering around your body for the desperation you were feeling for Joel, but part of you knew that he simply just had this affect on you. You always grew so needy for his attention, for his touch. Being with him was the only time your brain truly shut off and allowed you to feel safe, relaxed. 

His fingertips were stroking the inside of your thigh like it was the strings on one of his guitars, a slow but firm sensation that had you humming; he was playing a different kind of instrument with you. You could feel yourself growing slicker, the bubble in your chest expanding as he teased you, touched you. 

“Joel, please…” you trailed off, turning your head to the side and bumping the edge of his jaw with your nose. His gaze had slipped to where his fingers were caressing your skin, basking in the suppleness of your skin that so vastly compared to the roughness of his. You felt like a dream. 

“Such pretty manners,.” he mocked, grinning to himself before meeting your eyes once more. “Since you asked nicely, though…” The kiss he pressed on your nose was soft, but your focus was on how his fingers were finally crossing over the crease in your thigh, finally trailing down to your core. 

The first swipe of his fingers through your folds had a small moan emit from your mouth, and a curse came from Joel’s as he felt how wet you were already. “Shit, baby,” he muttered to himself more than anything, watching his fingers as he lifted them up into the light to see the shine. Chest heaving, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, watched as he placed them on his tongue before closing his lips around the digits and sucking on them while he pulled them out. 

His fingers were now wet with his spit, evident by the thin strand of saliva still connecting his mouth to his fingers. The sight alone had your toes curling against the mattress, your mouth open slightly as you watched him bring his hand back down to your pussy. Your breath left you as his second swipe was firmer, the tips of his fingers passing along your clit for a brief moment before moving back down. 

His forearm flexed slightly against your neck, his free hand moving down to brush against the top of your chest. One of your hands moved to grip his arm, nails digging into skin ever so slightly as Joel’s fingers brushed your entrance, swirling around slightly to gather the wetness that had formed. A soft sigh left his mouth as he felt you, and the next moment, two of his fingers were swiftly pushing inside of you. 

“Joel!” You gasped out, back arching into his touch as he pumped his fingers into you once, twice, three times before pulling them out. Joel huffed out a laugh at your whine from the loss of contact, glancing down at you to see your reaction to him circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. He was rewarded with the softest of sighs, and the sight of your eyes rolling shut while your mouth parted open. 

He didn’t hesitate to capture your lips with his, his mouth against yours as firm as his thumb on your clit. The kiss was quick, and Joel’s nose brushed against yours as he pulled back ever so slightly. “Such a pretty girl, achin’ for me to fill you up. My fingers feel real nice against your pussy now, don't they, baby?” 

A short and snappy nod was your form of a response, as you were solely focused on the way Joel’s middle finger was circling your clit now. Your hips bucked up as waves of pleasure wracked your body, Joel’s expert fingers bringing you relief you so desperately needed. The action had Joel smirking above you, had his hips grinding slightly against your thigh in a sad attempt at getting some friction for his now hard cock. 

Joel pulled back from his admissions on your clit, sliding his middle finger through the center of you before slowly inserting it back inside you. The gasp that left your mouth was music to his ears, and he began moving it in and out, curling it up once it was fully inside your wet pussy. Head falling back against Joel’s arm, your legs widening even further as Joel picked up a steady rhythm with his one finger. 

“So good, Joel,” you rasped, voice breathless as Joel’s finger curled against the spongy part inside of you that had your body jerking in response. Licking your lips, you pulled the bottom lip into your mouth, teeth sinking in as the pleasure continued to build up in your body. Your right hand moved to rest on his wrist, while the other stayed gripping his left forearm. 

Basking in your praise, Joel withdrew his middle finger and, when he pumped it back inside, added his ring finger. The addition had you groaning, feeling his two fingers stretch you out slowly as he pushed them inside and pulled them out. You felt Joel’s lips press against your forehead as he worked to pick up the pace, and soon all that could be heard in the room was the wet sound of your pussy being fucked by his fingers. 

“God, I could listen to you all night,” he mumbled, curling his fingers in a “come here” motion inside you and marveling at how drenched you sounded. “So fuckin’ wet for me, sweetheart. Haven’t even taken my cock yet, either, you needy thing.” 

His words only sparked the fire inside your chest even more, and soon you were moaning his name over and over again in some kind of sick prayer as he filled you with his fingers. Your mouth dropped open as his thumb moved to glide against your clit, pleasure radiating throughout your body. 

Your fingers dug half-moon indentions in Joel’s tanned skin as the waves of pleasure finally crested. 

Your body went rigid in his hold as your orgasm peaked, his fingers never ceasing in motion as your hips began to shake against his hand. He muttered soft praises as you came, moving his arm from across your chest and intertwining your fingers with his. You gasped for air as you came down, thighs twitching ever so slightly as you soon became putty against Joel’s body. 

Only then did he pull his fingers out from inside of you. He kissed your forehead once more, cupping your drenched pussy with the palm of his hand. Your chest was heaving still from the orgasm, body feeling tired once more but for a completely different reason. Resting your head back on Joel’s arm, you glance up at him, expecting him to move his hand away and maybe help you clean up. 

Instead, Joel’s dark gaze was solely focused on your pussy again. Instead of moving his hand away, he slowly moved it up your center, stopping only when his middle finger brushed against your clit. He moved his hand to the side slightly, letting the tips of his other fingers brush against the sensitive nub, before sliding it the other way. His action was slow, methodical even. 

“Joel,” you ventured, squeezing his hand that rested in yours. His jaw twitched, but that was the only response you got. He leaned up on his elbow, your hand moving up along the mattress as he did so. Now, your interlaced hands rested above you, on the pillow, as Joel’s upper body hovered on top of yours. 

Ever so slowly, Joel resumed the movement of his hand, sliding to one side before moving it to the other. His fingers all brushed against your clit, and the overstimulation you felt had your thighs closing together. 

“Keep ‘em open, baby.” Joel admonished, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. His free hand pushed away your left leg before returning back to your clit, and you swore you could feel the wetness lingering on your skin from him doing so. The roughness of the towel underneath you prickled at your skin as your hips twitched from the continued pleasure. 

“Joel,” you ventured again, this time more of a plea than anything. Tears formed on your waterline when he picked up the pace, his hand firmly rubbing against your clit each time he moved it. That bubble of pleasure formed more quickly in your chest, the feeling fiery and almost suffocating as Joel’s movements were relentless. 

“Give me one more,” his voice was rough, distant. “Just one more.” His hand dipped to cup your pussy once more, gliding up through your folds and moving the wetness from there up to your clit. The added lubrication and friction as Joel increased his pace had you crying out, body arching forward at the onslaught of pleasure. 

Your orgasm approached much faster this time, and you could feel your slick dripping down your skin onto the towel. “Oh my God,” you whimpered, your hand painfully holding onto Joel’s while the other, which had moved to rest on his hip, gripped his t-shirt. “Oh, God.” 

This time, when you came, the bubble dropped from your chest and to your stomach and your body went limp as soon as your orgasm tore through you. Your mind was a haze of euphoria, and if you were more cognizant you would have been embarrassed at the feeling of your wetness squirting out from you, would have felt heated at the way Joel praised your body. Instead, you were blissfully gone, basking in the sensation that only Joel’s fingers knew how to bring you. 

Joel’s hand slipped from yours as he pulled his arm up from underneath you, and before you were even aware of the shift, he was up on his knees, moving in between your legs and tugging his flannel pants down. “Gotta fuck you, baby. Jesus Christ, you came so good for me.” His hands bracketed your head as he leaned up against your body, the head of his leaking cock pressed against your wet slit. 

You hummed at his praise, wrapping your weak arms around his neck as you shifted your thighs a little wider to accommodate for his hips. You weren’t entirely sure you could handle another orgasm, but you knew you were desperate to have him inside of you. His head ducked down to yours, and you enthusiastically pressed your lips against his, enveloping his hips with your legs in consent. 

With a nip at your bottom lip, he slowly pressed the tip of his cock in between your folds, gathering the wetness that had accumulated near your entrance before moving his hips even further. The head of his cock pushed into your pussy, stretching you out even more than his fingers did previously. Joel groaned into your mouth as he pumped his hips slightly, pulling out of you before sinking just the tip inside you again.  

“Fuck, sweetheart. My fingers didn’t stretch out your pussy enough, huh? S’fuckin’ tight as hell around my cock.” One of his hands came to brush aside your hair, cupping the side of your face gently while his hips snapped into yours. You cried out against his mouth, the feeling of being filled so suddenly causing you to wince slightly. You welcomed this pain, however, as it quickly gave way to pleasure the more Joel rocked his hips against yours. 

Joel rested his hips against yours for a moment, his head falling down to your chest as he reveled in the tightness surrounding his cock. His breaths came out in short pants, the hand laying next to your head turning into a fist against the mattress. Your hips move up slightly, seeking out the pleasure even after coming twice before, and it brings Joel in further, causing you both to curse. 

“So desperate for me to fuck you,” Joel’s words are accented by short, quick thrusts up inside of you. He pushed up off of you, your arms falling to the bed beside you while your legs fall open as they untangle from his waist. His hands grip the inside of your thighs, and he leans his weight forward a little, pinning your legs to the bed. 

“I am, Joel. P-please fuck me,” you beg, gripping the sheets between your fingers as your hips meet his thrusts. Joel starts off slowly, implanting you fully on his cock before slowly pulling back until just the tip presses against your pussy. His bruising grip on your thighs holds your legs open while he works himself in and out of you, eyes cast on how your slick coats his cock, the occasional red streak coloring his flesh. 

A stray curl of hair falls from his previously brushed back hair, and you itch to swipe it back into place, but his pace quickens and your hold on the bed keeps you from banging against the bed frame. The sound of his cock entering your wet pussy fills the room, the indecency of it causing your skin to flush with heat. Joel’s groans start to find time with your whimpers, and soon the noises of sex are emitting throughout the bedroom, throughout the house. 

Joel’s hands move away from your thighs, traveling up your stomach and pushing up his red t-shirt to see your boobs bouncing with each thrust. He admires the peaks of your nipples, the way goosebumps arise on your flesh as it’s exposed to the cool air, before bringing both hands to grip onto them. His thumbs and forefingers pinch at your nipples, the pain mixing in with the pleasure seamlessly. 

Your eyes fall shut on a moan, body arching into his touch as you clench around Joel, causing him to curse. The familiar sensation of heat fills your body, that third orgasm floating slightly out of reach. You move one of your hands down to your pussy, resting it on your mound. Your fingertips brush against Joel’s cock every time he withdraws, and you moan at how slick he feels before bringing your fingers to your clit. 

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come on my cock,” Joel encourages, gaze focused on the way your fingers nimbly play with your throbbing clit. His hands squeeze your breasts roughly one last time before he leans up, gripping your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on top of his shoulders. Your thighs press against his cock as he fucks you, adding in another level of pleasure for him as he fights back his orgasm. 

“Just like that, Joel. Just like that…oh!” Your cries fill the room as he pounds into you, your fingers increasing the pace against your clit. Your movements are shaky, not precise in the slightest, but you’re still sensitive and wound up from your previous orgasms that it doesn’t take much to get your third one going. With a few clumsy swipes of your middle finger against your clit, and Joel’s cock ruthlessly hammering in and out of you, your final orgasm floods through your body. 

Joel curses as he feels your pussy clench around him, making his movements stagger with how tight you become. He gives a few more deep thrusts, his own movements becoming shaky and less precise, and he soon slips out of you, rubbing the length of his cock along your pussy lips as you gush with your orgasm. With a grunt, he follows soon, his own cum spurting out of his red cockhead and on to your lower stomach. 

Your legs fall meekly to the bed again, and Joel’s body sags forward a little before he props himself back up with his hands. The sound of you both panting is all that can be heard as you both come down from your orgasms; you, eyes closed and mouth open. Joel, eyes open and mouth closed, nostrils flaring slightly as he regulates himself. 

It takes a moment before you both get back to yourselves, but when you do, you become increasingly aware of the wet feeling underneath your lower body, which causes you to giggle. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t get around to cleaning my sheets today, huh?” 

A snort comes out of Joel, his head shaking slightly as he moves to brush back his hair. He takes in the sight of you, freshly fucked and thouroughly spent, and can’t help but grin. He might be older, but he relishes the fact that he can still please you like this. That you actually want him to do so. Makes him feel like a god among men. 

He sees the tears around your lash line from your last two orgasms, and he leans forward slightly to wipe them away with his thumb, triggering in his mind the conversation you both had before this all started. “Feelin’ alright?” His gaze moves around your body, checking to see if he hurt you in any way. He notes the red marks against the side of your neck, the cum on your lower stomach and the beginnings of many small bruises along the inside of your thigh from where he gripped them to keep them open. 

He’d be more worried about those if he didn’t know how much you loved having him mark you up. 

“Just peachy,” you grinned at him, propping yourself up on your elbows to take in the mess below you. Joel leaned in to meet you, his kiss soft and soothing as his lips slid against yours. After a moment, he pulls away again, awkwardly shuffling to the edge of the bed before standing up. Hiking up his pants, he moves to the bathroom to get a washcloth to start cleaning you up. 

After wiping away his cum and your wetness, he gently helps you off the bed, holding your arm as your legs fumble when your feet hit the ground. His pride grows then, and you smack his arm playfully when you catch sight of his grin. “Sorry,” he mutters, pressing a kiss against the side of your head before moving to gather up the dirty towel from the bed. He tosses it into the hamper before leading you to the bathroom. 

There, he draws you a hot bath, guiding you in the tub and before pulling his clothes off and joining you. It’s a cramped space, the bathtub not technically suitable for two, but you make it work. You lean your head against Joel’s shoulders, sinking into his body as his arms wrap around your middle. You know you should do something with your bedding soon, should make sure you have the guest room set up so the two of you can sleep somewhere remotely comfortable tonight, but for now, you bask in his presence. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, Joel.” You say softly, closing your eyes and letting the hot water ease away any lingering soreness your body has. His arms tighten around you as you trace mindless shapes against his thighs. He tilts his head to the side, kissing your forehead before resting his on top of yours. 

“Anytime, baby.” His breathing evens out with yours, stubble rubbing against your forehead as he speaks. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears away.” 

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[badgalsasuke]

Hi! None of my friends are into Naruto so I came to your ask. Please bear with me :,(

It’s nothing serious: just wanted to ramble about Naruto and Sasuke in Naruto Gaiden. They give such huge exes energy it’s both painful and funny to witness.

It’s painful because they both clearly didn’t let go of their feelings. Naruto sends his shadow clone to deal with his own son (or go to his own daughter’s birthday!) but he meets Sasuke in person. And it’s not like it was even necessary! He was pretty comfortable talking about this exact problem on a phone with Kakashi. He could’ve sent Sasuke a letter, he could’ve sent someone else to help him, he could’ve sent him a goddamn clone.

And Sasuke being all bitter with Naruto in that flashback. Kishimoto was literally showing us the real exes behavior and too many people didn’t bat an eye. (I’m really curious how sns deniers explain that scene)

There was a whole ass Hinata humiliation moment with bento. Boruto wanted to return the bento to her because even he knew Naruto would not appreciate it and when Naruto finally got it the only thing he thought about was how Sasuke fed him. Not even a single thought about his wife or at least his children?

Naruto always being there for Sarada while neglecting his own child… wow. I never thought he and Sasuke were that similar. (Also him, and not Sasuke’s wife, telling Sasuke’s daughter about his past. Nah, definitely doesn’t ring a bell lmao)

Naruto thinking of Iruka and Sasuke when talking about love and family. I guess if he really loved his wife he would’ve thought of her too. She’s supposed to be his immediate family now…

I know there are people who are homophobic and just refuse to see the obvious, but there’s literally a bunch of people who are dumb or blind. And of course there’s this special category of dumb who think that Kishimoto “accidentally” created his own story.

I just know he spent many nights sleepless, trying to make ss and nh as realistic as it should be. I wish more people recognized work.

Anyways, sorry for my messy ask. I’m just full of thoughts rn. I almost didn’t include ss moments cuz they’re not even worth mentioning, plus you’ve talked about the forehead poke several times and I agree with everything you said. Thanks for reading or no offense if you decided to skip my ask 🫶

Hi anon!

I think people saw what was going on with Gaiden and that's why it remains Kishimoto's most controversial work. SS shippers really don't like to touch upon it and barely bring it up in their discussions and arguments except for *sometimes* the "because we have you" panel and it's just sometimes because you can't deny how miserable both Sasuke and Sakura look there. Outside of SNS circles, I've noticed the rest of the fandom don't bring it up as often, they'd rather ignore it.

There was a whole ass Hinata humiliation moment with bento. Boruto wanted to return the bento to her because even he knew Naruto would not appreciate it and when Naruto finally got it the only thing he thought about was how Sasuke fed him.

This moment is why it baffles me a bit why people think NH is the better marriage out the two het!ships because Naruto clearly does not give a fuck about that woman just like Sasuke doesn't care about Sakura.

Naruto knew, and Boruto knew that he knew it was made by Hinata especially for him because she loves him. But when Naruto has the opportunity to go meet with Sasuke in person why would he want anything from Hinata? Once again reminding us why for The Last they had to make sure Sasuke wasn't in the village lol.

But you gotta love how Kishimoto expresses what a bento means. It's not about just feeding someone, it's more about that special person sharing it with you.

Boruto thinks of his mom, because well, ofc he would think that's his dad's special person, all kids want to believe their parents are each other's soulmate and love of their lives.

Kishimoto telling us how a bento is not just food for sharing for the sake of feeding someone, it's about being present in the mind and heart of a loved one. That's why for Naruto this moment is so significant, how special he had to be for Sasuke he’d want to share a meal with him (and forcing Sakura to do the same as well) when he was a loser nobody, ahhh my heart. Kishimoto is truly a great tragic romance writer.

I think people sometimes focus too much on deciphering Sarada's true backstory (I get it, it's very juicy), that people kinda overlook Naruto telling us that even after all those years married and having two kids, Sasuke is still his #1 love. A heartbroken Sarada complained that after all those years away Sasuke forgot even her face and she's not blood-related to Sakura, and I find fascinating how Naruto responds "there's something stronger than time and blood... love".

He's been married for 13 years and has two kids and yet all that time and that blood relation won't change that his bond with Sasuke formed out of pure love (because people always say "Sasuke and Naruto didn't even spend that much time together, it doesn't make sense they're obsessed with each other) is the most important one alongside his bond with Iruka. Doesn't matter how many years they go without seeing each other, Naruto will always love Sasuke.

[acuar-io]

Dropping a little lore on these three, I may have made it messy on purpose bc I refuse to make izara and Sephtis have drama within their relationship 💀💀💀

So Fatima & Cypress are siblings! Fatima is a year older than her brother.

Fatima is dating Pierce (guy in the middle) their relationship is a bit dramatic, they have petty arguments and they’re on and off. She met him when she tagged along with Cypress to a band practice, just for fun! First glance at Pierce and she was head over heels. She told this to Cypress and he was shocked. Not because his sister had fallen for his friend, but because he’s been in love with Pierce since he’s met him. *AH YES, ONE SIDED LOVE!* The thing is, Pierce is a straight man (so he claims). Cypress being a good brother, set his sister and Pierce up.

It’s giving Angelica and Eliza Schuyler in love with Alexander Hamilton *cue satisfied*

Anyways, these two’s relationship is a rollercoaster they love the thrill of fighting over stupid shit ig 😭 at some point, Pierce and Fatima take a “break” and there was a time where Pierce called Cypress to talk (vent abt his relationship problems). They cracked a cold one together and Pierce vented away abt Fatima. Cypress was tired of their stupid fights and he was tired of their relationship period point blank, he wanted it to end FOR GOOD. He was fed up to the point where he right then and there confessed his feelings to his best friend and band mate of x amount of years.

So at this point, cypress realizes what he said and is like “fuck WTF did I just say” instant regret from the liquid courage. BUT ☝🏼 Pierce was like fr??? U like me??? 😳🧍mind u both of them had a couple of beers ok…so if it wasn’t obvious already, Pierce is gay and he’s been questioning his sexuality. The reason why he’s weary to just accept he likes men is because he’s so used to heteronormativity. ANYWAYSSSSS The alcohol is alcoholing in this moment, cypress embarrassed, red in the face, Pierce cups cypress’ face with his hands and kisses him 😳 there kiss deepened and it could of gone further until Pierce realizes he’s kissing his friend, band mate and gfs brother…Pierce wanting to pull away, cypress clings onto his jacket.

This obvs sent cypress over the moon, but the moment is stopped because PIERCE GETS A CALL, FROM HIS GF….AKA CYPRESS’ SISTER….asking if they could meet up to talk.

Their convo leads to them….dating again…..🧍but Pierce ends up cheating on her constantly because he & cypress and secretly hooking up behind her back!! 😁 I’m still trying to flesh out why and what caused Pierce and Fatima to continue to date so sorry if some stuff doesn’t make sense!!!

Thats all I have for them rn!!! I plan on doing edits with my OCs so stay tuned and tysm for whoever read this lore lol

[dearsnow]

TWO MONTHS

- work is taking a heavy toll on your boyfriend. (patrick verona x gn!reader, angst and slight fluff, established relationship)

word count: 657

a/n - another patrick fic :) i love him so much it’s not even funny. he’s my current hyperfixation- that being said, to all my patrick lovers out there, i’m planning a 3 part series for him <3 it’s called the summer before senior year and hopefully i get around to finishing it lol

Patrick closes the door to your apartment with a heavy sigh. The day rests heavily on his hunched shoulders, leaking through his pores as grease and dejection. You stir from your place on the couch. It’s 12:24 AM, and he is just returning from work. His hair is messy, tied up in a frizzy ponytail, and his eyes hold no sparkle. He doesn’t look like himself anymore. Your brows furrow, the weight of his condition nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pat, it’s past midnight.” You murmur, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. There is a smudge of dirt on his face, which you wipe away with delicate fingers. He melts under your touch. “This isn’t healthy.” He takes both of your hands in his, kissing each one gently.

“I have to.” He grimaces. “Rent’s gone up, baby. You know that.” You lead him to your bed. The sheets are messy, as they always are. In his exhaustion, he does not care; not like he ever did, anyways. “The boys at the car shop offered me this, and I took it.” It hurts you so badly to see him like this. He seems flat, dull, lifeless. Nothing like the Patrick you met, and nothing like you ever wish him to be again. You need him to be happy. He deserves it, if nothing else. He deserves everything good- he deserves the sunshine and tender love and a quiet kiss of calm, but you can only offer him so much.

He lays back, and you pull the sheets over his chest. “I can take a second job.” You say, tracing circles on his chest. He’s too tired to take off his clothes, and you won’t force him to. He’ll be out of the house by 5:00, and he needs all the sleep he can get. He shakes his head at your suggestion, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You have college and the diner already. You’re stretched as thin as you can be.” He whispers, threading his hand through yours again.

“I still have free hours. Not much, but enough to get you some proper rest.” You manage to say. The bags under his eyes speak for themselves. He’ll end up dead if he keeps working like this. You can’t do this without him, any of it. If he dies, if he ends up in some hospital being fed by the few coins you have left dripping through his veins, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would gladly work every hour of every day just to see him healthy again. That isn’t realistic, though, and you know it. He’ll never let you take on that burden. You love him for it, but sometimes, his stubborn nature takes hold of him.

“No. This works, what we’re doing. We’ll be fine.” His voice is scratchy and low, but with just enough force to let you know he means it. When he looks at your face, eyes shining with unshed tears, his heart shatters. He kisses your hands again. “I promise, baby, we’ll be out of this soon enough. In two months we’ll have the money to take a break for a little bit. I’ll work lighter hours and we might even have enough saved to take you out on a proper date.” He smiles. You laugh quietly, though the sound is choked. Hot tears force themselves out of your eyes.

“Two months.” You repeat. He nods. “Two long ass fucking months.”

He starts to laugh, slowly at first, until you join. You wrap your arms around him as you giggle into his chest, and his whole body is shaking with the force of his snickering. 

“Two goddamn bitches of months.” He offers, still grinning like a madman. He laughs, and you laugh in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you think that things might end up working out.

Taglist (misc): @skeletonfromthecloset

[honeyplus]

Jondami first time together not only being awkward bc u have to figure who's doing what but the fact that you're having sex with someone you know better than yourself. Like yeah my hand's down your pants but I know it's laundry day today and you have those stupid boxers with holes in them and it's taking years off my life

The fact that there's outside forces too along with the emotional vulnerability of it.. like hold on gotta make sure my dad's not listening to my heart speed up like I have arrhythmia bc I just saw u naked. Oh while u do that I gotta feed my 1 ton dragon bat it's his after dinner snack and he'll get antsy if I'm late. These messy bitches have the cringiest time and it's so funny

At one point they try planning it out like a date. It’s on the calendar from…..6 pm to 7 pm. Jon scribbles over that, it’ll take longer right? 6 pm to 8 pm. Okay, well 8 pm is when Damian has to go give his animals dinner. Jon’s offended Damian thinks they’ll have a one hour quickie and then he’ll go fed his animals like nothing has happened.

“I’m not bad a sex.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

“You’re implying it.”

They get nowhere. I have to imagine it finally happens after some adrenaline fueled mission or fight where noting else matters. It’s not as special as Jon wanted it to be but damn is he glad it finally happened. He’s a little less glad when Damian points out they did it an under an hour LOL

[captainnameless]

Any thoughts on little lando, Oscar and Max hanging out? Would it be soft and full of snuggles or just pure chaos for poor Dan.

🐨🧡

ooooooh, there’s so many ways this could go lol. there’s a scenario where Daniel’s certain he breaks the record of most time outs dished out in a day but i’m feeling soft so here are some soft thoughts:

Daniel’s only slightly worried he’s bit off more than he can chew when he’s got all three boys in the car, feeling severely outnumbered but still confident. They’re fed, and clothed in appropriate outfits and for the moment well behaved.

Taking them to indoor padel turned out to be an amazing choice, the boys had a blast and are rewarded with a drive thru lunch for good behavior and are, most importantly, entirely worn out by the time they get home again which means getting the three of them down for a nap goes better than Daniel could have wished for.

He’s not ashamed of the baby monitor that he had installed and keeps checking, the three of them in the same room unsupervised too much of a safety risk, but as planned the boys are worn out enough for a long nap.

Max wakes up first, which surprises Daniel slightly, he would have put his money on Oscar, but the camera alerts him of movement and he watches Max stumble out of the room, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Hi, buddy.” Daniel smiles when Max appears in the doorway, putting his laptop away and opening his arms, enough of an invite for Max to come over and bury himself into Daniel’s chest with a whispered. “Hi, Daddy.”

Max is a cuddly guy most of the time, but Daniel especially adores the soft post nap cuddles, with Max all soft and warm from bed, noodle-y body flopped onto Daniel.

Eventually Max’ll complain about being hungry and their cuddle time is ended as Daniel has to get up and make him a snack. It turns into 2 snacks when Oscar appears slightly disheveled, hair sticking out and both giraffes tugged under his arms and held tightly against his chest.

“Hey bubs,” Daniel hums, pressing a kiss to Oscar’s head as he walks by to put Max’s cubed up fruits down for him, and a cup of lemonade. “Good nap?”

Daniel can see the flush of pink rising to Oscar’s cheeks, deepening the pink that was already there from the nap as his eyes dart from Max to Daniel, still getting used to the dynamic.

“You’re ok.” Daniel soothes under his breath, moving back over to wrap Oscar up in a hug and allow him to hide away in his chest for a bit. They sway until Oscar reappears, is awarded with another kiss and his own fruit bowl.

Lando’s only slightly disgruntled when he wakes up last, a little upset about it and grumbling about missing out. Daniel soothes the frown with a good cuddle and the reminder that the day is far from over.

Post nap and snack the boys’ energy has been renewed and Daniel’s house is turned upside down but they mostly manage to avert any fights. Lando’s entirely too excited about two of his favorites being together and is bouncing through their games.

It’s nice to see Lando so excited but Daniel’s keeping an especially close eye on Oscar who seems to be getting a little overwhelmed with everything that’s going on.

“Osc,” He calls out when he can see the youngest start to struggle a bit. “Come here for a sec.”

“You’re not in trouble.” Daniel says when Oscar’s pushed himself up and has made his way over, a slightly worried look on his face. “Come sit with Danny, hm?”

He pats the space next to him and waits for Oscar to sit down, wraps an arm around his shoulder and smiles when Oscar fits himself into his side.

“Figured you could use a little break.” Daniel says softly, scratching his hand into Oscar’s messy hair. “You ok?”

Oscar sighs, relaxes into Daniel and nods. “‘m ok, Danny.”

Daniel uses his one free hand to type emails, the other occupied holding Oscar and only a short while later, Oscar stirs, thumb dropping from his mouth as he tries to slide off the couch, looking back at Daniel questioningly.

“Go, bud.” Daniel nods, patting Oscar’s hip and watching him scurry off to join the other two.

He snaps a picture of the three of them, messages the group chat with a

“Not to brag but I’m pretty good at this.”

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

How do you think it’s most possible way of shuggy getting together rn? How could cross guild react to that info? I think shanks would lost mihawks respect so fast

hm... the thing is, i think buggy is still pretty angry with shanks. and shanks… well, he's acting less passively than he used to, but that seems to be in service of a long established goal; idk if that change in behavior extends to interpersonal stuff. it's hard to picture either of them taking the necessary first step to even see each other again, let alone get together.

so let's have chance take that first step for them.

the easiest way to make it happen is through their common goal: the one piece. there are only so many different paths to take to get there, and at some point all of them will intersect. whether it's finding that burn-scarred man, or the second-to-last island, or on laugh tale itself, at some point the paths merge, and if the timing works out, they can reunite.

now, that reunion probably starts messy—especially if buggy’s been stewing over why shanks is going after the one piece now, when he refused all those years ago—but i think, regardless of the content of the conversation, seeing buggy again sparks an idea in shanks. after all this time apart, to run into each other twice in as many years, both times connected to their captain’s legacy? (his son, and then his treasure?) it almost feels fated. like captain roger is pushing them together…

and so, on something like a whim, shanks’ plans change, just a little. pursuing the one piece and buggy simultaneously could be tricky, if they weren’t all heading the same direction. but since they are, it’s trivial to arrange to run into him again, to have gifts on hand, compliments prepared, an afternoon to kill.

buggy takes a while to pick up on what’s happening. at first he thinks shanks is trying to distract him, to trick him into losing sight of his goal… then, as the old longing wells up inside him like high tide, as he realizes how much he wants it to be real, he thinks shanks knows, and he’s being mocked.

i don’t know what it is that makes him see shanks is being sincere. it would be very funny if mihawk or crocodile was the one to make him face facts, but i can’t quite figure out why or how it would happen that way.

suffice to say, he realizes, has a little freakout, and the next time shanks just so happens to be at the same port as buggy they have it out. there’s shouting, buggy’s body falls apart in a rage, more shouting, a very frustrated love confession, kissing, more shouting, more kissing. very messy, but ultimately a happy resolution.

and this is either a completely private conversation or happening in front of both of their crews and one of big news morgans’ reporter-photographers. i’m also 50-50 on whether they come out of the conversation as allies in the one piece hunt or more competitive about it than ever.

either way, mihawk and crocodile have been a reluctant, unwilling captive audience to buggy’s side of things, so the get-together does not take them by surprise. i think crocodile is pretty fed up with all of it—he doesn’t give a shit about the one piece or shanks, why is so much of his time being occupied by one or both of them—and mihawk is just… drinking more. he lost most of his respect for shanks a while ago, when he first connected the dots between the old friend shanks used to reminisce about when he got too drunk after a duel and buggy. this is just… new lows being discovered, lol.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Hello?? Of course I want more love triangle Anders/Blake!! I’m (shocker) more into Anders (and always begging for anything to do with him) but I love a good love triangle. Part of me just says fuck it why not both? Someone needs to do them who says it can’t be together!

NSFW!

Anon u get me 🫶 pls forgive me cause these blurbs are getting LONG.

I'm really just thinking about the Anders/Blake threesome. Excusing all the initial reluctance and awkwardness from both boys, I think they can get really into it!

Setting the scene I'm imagining everyone's a little bit tipsy and a lotta bit high. Anders, most likely, is the most sober one out of the three of you, so he's got a lot more control. I can imagine him getting real into the teasing, loving the way you react to his touches.

Anders is pretty methodical, so he gets fed up with Blake's messiness and eagerness so to speak LOL. He's really trying to savor this moment, make it last. He's finally got you where he wants you. Blake being there is just added baggage </3 But he attempts to pull through.

I can imagine them bickering over who gets to go down on you first, before they both just settle into licking you at the same time <3

Blake gets really into it, using his hands all over your thighs and stomach, while Anders is more about keeping eye contact and gauging your reactions.

Que Anders pulling Blake back by his hair, since it's his turn. "You're a sloppy eater, dude," he mutters, rolling his eyes. Blake just grins, licking his lips. "Yeah, and she loves it."

Blake loves making you squirm. Anders loves making you beg. Truly the two man of all time <3 Also Blake being so vocal, numerous little pet names and "sweethearts" while they completely wreck you.

Anders is also a LOT more bossy, (he's literally the daddy of the group, it just comes naturally) so he's pretty much in control for the whole duration, even if he doesn't really notice. Kind of manhandling and positioning you between himself and Blake without a care in the world.

Also, Blake shotgunning smoke into your mouth while you're reverse cowgirl-ing Anders? Yes please.

Honestly, I have SO many thoughts on this pairing + if Adam got into the mix. Literally the dream foursome skskssksksk

[bambinotattoo]

Erica’s Diaper Plan

Chapter 21

(Tuesday after school)

Today was Sara Beth’s mom‘s turn to pick the girls up, since she hadn’t seen Erica for a few days, she was curious to see how school being in diapers and everything has been going.

“ hey girls… the obligatory how was school?”

“ school of school, mom… thankful it’s still the first few days because no one has given anyone homework or anything real to do, so there’s that!”

“ well that’s good I guess, how about you there Miss Erica… do you have a good first day?”

“Um, yea… it wasn’t bad… being around Sara Beth all day doesn’t hurt!”

“ I’ll bet, I’m sure that wasn’t the thought when you guys were trying to plan your schedule, but it’s a nice after burner”

The two girls giggled, looked at each other and nodded… both knowing what she meant!

“ so Karen texted me earlier, and she had some errands to run this afternoon… so I’m gonna get you to fed and you can hang out at my house until she gets home! Does that sound good?”

“ you’re the boss mom!”

“ what are you girls hungry for?”

Sara Beth and Erica both looked at each other and in unison said “Mexican”

“ I never could’ve guessed, you two were going to turn into tacos lol”

The Mexican restaurant that everybody liked wasn’t very far from school and the three headed in that direction. Sara Beth and her mother continued the conversation about school and whatever, while Erica was busy listening to her stomach to flips… she knew what was coming, but hadn’t really had a messy accident in front of anyone but her mother and father and really wasn’t sure if she was ready for that kind of embarrassment this afternoon. However, in her head that is always saying this is what you asked for… was loudly telling her sphincter and colon to release. Erica was already pretty wet from wetting in science class, but the show must go on…

Sara Beth, her mother and Erica arrived at the restaurant, exited her minivan, and headed towards the front door. Erica was lagging behind, and after about three steps felt her muscles, relax and stopped dead in her tracks to fill her diaper with a stinky mess. At first Sara Beth and her mother kept walking, not realizing Erica was behind, when they noticed, they both looked back to see a squatting Erica red faced, looking like she had just chopped down a cherry tree….

“ I think I know that look… did someone make a mess in their diaper?”

Just as Sara Beth’s mother loudly asked that, the couple walking in at the same time as them, and the two girls walking out all stared at Erica with expressions, ranging from disgusted to excited.

“ did she just ask if someone filled their diaper?”

“ I think that teenage girl just pooped her pants”

“ can’t be her. She’s too old to have pooped her pants.”

Erica still frozen in place put her head down, and fought the tears… she told herself, stop acting like it’s the worst thing in the world that you’re wearing a diaper. Stand up and walk towards your friend and her mom.

“ Hey, sorry… Yeah, I had an accident, or yeah, my diaper is full?”

“ oh man, seriously?!? I’m glad that didn’t happen at school…”

“ yeah well, eventually it is…”

“ OK Erica no big deal, you don’t happen to have a diaper in your backpack do you?”

“No”

“ OK, we can handle this… tell you what, why don’t you go back to the van with Erica, Sara… and I’ll go in and order and get it to go. That way we can head to my house get your stinky butt changed and you won’t have to sit there smelling and being uncomfortable in the restaurant.”

The two girls agreed with Sarah’s mother, gave her their order (which hasn’t changed in three years) and headed to the van.

“ that’s a stinky one Erica”

“ I’m sorry… I…I”

“ stop!!! Lol. When I say something, anything, about your diapers, baby stuff, whatever… I’m only saying it or asking it to make you feel little or better. Never worse or to humiliate you, until I understand how to humiliate you lol”

“ thanks SB, this is my first messy diaper away from my mom…”

“ all good dear… or maybe baby girl! Lmfao”

The consoling and jokes definitely made Erica feel a little better, but the reality of sitting in a messy diaper was setting in and making her a little fidgety. Erica didn’t mind sitting in wet diapers for however long, but being in a messy one… definitely wasn’t what she thought it would be, but alas (this is what I asked for)

The restaurant was usually pretty quick, and after 10 or 15 minutes, Sarah’s mother returned to the van with a bag full of wonderful smelling food!

“ OK, let’s get home! Whoa, I kind of forgot what a poopy diaper can smell like enough closed vehicle… let’s open the windows, What do you guys think?”

The drive to Sara Beth’s house, was only six or seven minutes, and seemed to fly by! The three exit of the van and headed inside.

“OK SB, why don’t you sit down and start eating honey and I’m gonna go get Miss Erica cleaned and changed…”

“ oh, no mom… let me… I can do it”

“Ohhh, sure… I’ll get our food out and plated, if you need me for anything, just holler OK?”

“ I’m sure we’ll be fine, I wanna get used to changing all of Erica’s diapers, it’s honestly kind of a cute time to bond!”

SB grabbed Erica’s hand, and headed to the back bathroom to get Erica ready for her change. She had Erica lie down on the floor, on top of a towel… and grabbed a new diaper, wipes, powder, etc. Out of the closet and set them beside the diaper girl.

Erica was so used to getting changed with a pacifier in, that she didn’t know what to do with her mouth or hands…

“ OK little girl, lift your leg so I can get your pants off. Good girl!”

Erica started blushing, SB got more and more comfortable, talking to her like a little and changing her diapers. Before she could think, SB had her diaper opened and had cleaned her up. She opened a new diaper, fluffed it, and asked Erica to lift her butt. Lots of baby powder as SB knew she liked that, folded the front of the diaper and snuggly got the tapes attached!

“ OK little girl, how does that feel? Nice to have that poopy diaper changed.?”

Even though Erica was just told that she wasn’t making fun, it was still odd to have SB speak to her that way.

“ yes, I’m sorry, thank you!”

“ you never have to apologize for your diapers… just give me a hug and let me give you booty pats”

The two embraced, giggled and headed towards the kitchen to eat their Mexican food…

It wasn’t long after finishing eating, that Karen texted letting everyone know she would be home in 10 or 15 minutes… Erica got her things together, and headed home after seeing her mother pull in.

“ hi hi mom, what’s up?”

“ hi baby, how was your first day of school? I assume pretty OK, as I didn’t get any text from Jasmine or anyone saying the world was burning”

“ it was OK, anytime I felt anything weird I just kept telling myself… you asked for this”

“ hey, whatever works, babe! Why don’t you go to your room and get your school clothes off… and I’ll be able to check you and dress you in a second!”

Erica did just that, while her mother sneakily grabbed a bag she was carrying and hid when Erica walked in, and headed towards Erica’s nursery.

“ OK baby girl, looks like you’re dry… how do you manage that?”

“Um, well… I had a bad accident after school and SB got me changed not all that long ago…”

“ good baby, well I went out today and picked up something to surprise you with… as long as you had a good day…lol”

Karen grabbed the bag, and pulled out what looked like a skirt with a shirt attached…

“ what do you think?”

“ is that an ABDL skirt?

“Mmmhmm, with the snapping clasps attached… I might’ve seen a few pictures you liked of girls wearing them, and I researched it and found where I could find you one! I just wanted you to feel special”

“ thanks mom”

Karen got the new outfit on her daughter, took a step back, and with amazement just shook her head and uttered

“ Never my wildest dreams did I think you being in diapers and baby clothes would be so damn cute… damn me for being negative lol”

Erica blushed, and thanked her mother for the compliment. She looked towards the big mirror and took a long look at her and fantasized self, other than her butt being big… she loved how she looked

“ and on a serious note for a little while, I wanna talk about tomorrow…”

“ tomorrow, what about it?”

“ Your doctors appointment, Erica… I want to talk about it today so that tomorrow we’re both on the same page.”

“ on the same page about what mom?”

“ sweetheart, lol, really?! Your diapers, honey… I just wanna be on the same page about your diapers OK?”

“ oh, I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…”

“ big surprise there!”

“ hey!” Erica said playfully

“ so this is what I’m thinking… I’m gonna go back in the exam room with you, and I’ll defend you, and answer questions, so you don’t get overwhelmed! I just kinda wanna make sure you’re gonna be OK with what I tell the doctor, and not contradict me or anything…”

Karen continued

“ Jasmine already went ahead, and got your incontinence put in your medical record, but whether or not the doctor anyone looks at that is probably a 50-50 chance, so inevitably, when you’re asked to take your clothes off… I’m gonna chime up, and let anyone know you’re wearing diapers full-time. Furthermore, I’m confident if I tell the doctor or nurses that you wanted to be back in diapers full-time, the conversation wouldn’t go that well. So I’m gonna say something to the effect of… oh she’s been having more bedtime accidents lately and several daytime ones, after talking with her and her father about options, we concluded that being in diapers wasn’t a bad thing! Better wet, diaper diapers than wet pants!”

Erica interrupted her mother

“ you’re gonna say I’m actually having problems?”

“ yes, better than the latter I would assume, yea? Plus, this way, you’ll probably get recommended to a urologist… and we can get an official incontinence diagnosis, and no one can question your diapers. And Jasmine will have an excuse if anyone asks why she’s changing the diaper of a teenager.”

Erica Blankley stared at her mother for a second, not sure what to say but also in deep thought. After a few few moments…

“ Earth to Erica!”

“ sorry mom, yeah, that sounds great… hadn’t really thought about the doctors appointment, and after thinking about it got really scared… I’m sure it’ll be fine!”

[un-chan]

hi my darling <3 i’m here as promised to ask you questions for tanskei from my own personal vault of questions <3

pre relationship

Did you ramble to friends/family about each other? What did you say?

Were you two obvious about being in love? Did your friends try to tell you?

in love

Funniest Kiss Memory

Give yourselves a trope

What do you mean to each other?

domestic

Groceries! Do you go together? What does a grocery trip look like?

Spa day! What does a spa/self care day look like for you two?

Who does laundry and who folds the clothes?

- all the love in the world, bug <3 🍪

ooohh my god bug youre spoiling me with these... since this is a long one ill answer under the cut

pre relationship

i def did lol, i have a bad habit of gushing about people i get involved with way too early on. my ma already knew his full name, family situation, academic status, hobbies, goals, etc like a month in. tsukishima on the other hand... well, he'd definitely mention me in passing, but i don't think he's the type to be open about it at first. especially not when akiteru is way too eager to learn more for his tastes

i was painfully obvious. i fell first and hard, even though i was in denial about it for a while. like, he's tall and snarky and we banter but surely its just banter and nothing more... right? my friends would tease the living hell out of me over it. with tsukki being more of the stoic type, it was harder for ppl around him to tell. ofc yamaguchi caught on though, and was super encouraging (much to tsukkis embarrassment). in the end i think our friends helped push us to eventually confessing!

in love

i think it'd be one of our earlier kisses, once we first started dating. we were both still awkward and nervous about being in a relationship, a serious one, and didnt know how to act. at a certain point i got fed up, just grabbed his face and went to kiss him. just to miss LMAO. god the tips of his ears turned so red, he was totally caught off guard. we tried again and actually succeeded on the second attempt, but he still teases me about it when i intiate

tutor x tutee for sure. i struggle a lot with studying thanks to my adhd, and while tsukishima can be a dick while teaching, his presence alone helps me be more productive through body doubling! he never understands my backwards ass ways of getting an answer, but the only thing that matters is that its right

honestly, i dont think i can answer this one. its definitely got me thinking, on what tsukishima means to me and what i mean to others, but thats a long ramble i think ill save for another time haha

domestic

honestly, going with tsukishima makes grocery trips enjoyable. i usually wouldn't go, but doing domestic acts with him makes me really happy. though more often than not we get into old couple fights over me buying too many sweets or snacks. we compromise by getting my favorite fruits instead! though ill admit, i do end up making the trips take a lottt longer, thanks to getting distracted and wandering off lolol

nail care for sure!! i love painting my nails, even though i dont do it often, and the treatment is always a nice refresh. tsukishima's hands have no right to be that pretty though! its unfair just how nice his nailbeds are... but it makes it so worth it to see them painted pretty colors. we usually end up choosing matching colors and designs! its a little messy, but we have fun

malewife tsukishima my beloved. ill be honest, im pretty bad at household chores. i can do them, but its a struggle and i often need assistance. tsukishima knows that, and so he usually does the laundry for me. he also folds the clothes, but im able to sort and hang them myself just fine. its like a team effort!

tysm for sending these in bug!!! you really got me thinking with these questions lolol <3

[mattscoquette]

https://youtu.be/qSIOp_K5GMw?si=SZBhBHkE-qIWxH0q

I did it I fed into it I talked with my boyfriend and he said do it ( he’s so teenage girl coded) I’ll describe the picture hopefully you get it kinda.. he has a full body mirror in his room I put a clay face mask on him and myself I wore his basketball shorts and a brandy bra and he was just in basketball shorts and shirtless he was standing behind me with his hands around my waist and we just smiled and for the second picture we were kissing I did the collage on instagram where its two pictures one on top of the other. And I put the song i linked I had it at the part where it said “ you need to give it up had about enough it’s not hard to see the boy is mine I’m sorry that you seem to be confused” confused gets cut off but you get it. To messy or funny

Anon 🧛🏻

😭😭 omg wait i actually love that for u i hope this girl finally stops being insane and leaves u and ur bf alone LOL 🔗

[br4inr0tx]

Hi sweetie, this is for the BG3 matchup exchange thingy! Thank you for agreeing to do this, I can't wait to see what you write ☺️ And of course I hope you like mine as well! 

I'm an autistic girl who's fine with any gender, though I might slightly prefer a man tbh. I’m a pagan witch who’s interested in a ton of different subjects like horticulture, linguistics, genetics and anthropology/archaeology. I have a very bubbly, friendly personality though I’m also highly intelligent and often called “wise beyond my years” lol. I just think in a very big, philosophical way if that makes sense, so I come up with a lot of raw quotes and good advice. Even when I'm tired, I still seem to have more energy than the average person, and I never stop talking (if I go nonverbal something is very wrong).  The most common word used to describe me is “eccentric” since I’m very brave about being myself and don’t care too much what others think of me (at least not as much as some people). I have a kinda outdated way of talking and honestly living lol, I'm very much a grandma in a 20 year old body (though my body's chronically ill so the shoe still kinda fits). On that note, I have several chronic illnesses like scoliosis, joint pain, asthma and a bunch of other stuff. 😬 I love taking care of people, like baking things for people and drawing them cute pictures. I also really love gardening and writing (I’m super good with plants). I'm super short, 4’ 10” (142 cm), with messy auburn hair that's something red, brown and blonde all at once, glasses and a retro/vintage fashion sense that's like if cryptidcore was more colorful lol. My style also switches between very butch and very femme a lot. I can be sassy and witty when I want to be, but I also get nervous easily so it only comes out occasionally (but when it does I'm told I'm very funny). I also need to have outdoors time literally every single day, regardless of weather or season, or I start to go stir crazy. I’m a very nature-oriented person lol. I get super flustered being called cute names like sweetie or sweetheart, despite the fact that I call literally everyone I know things like that 🤣

Alright, I think that’s about it lol. Thank you and Happy New Years sweetie!

ofc! I’m glad to do another matchup exchange anytime.

your Baldur’s Gate 3 matchup is… GALE DEKARIOS !!

• I have the suspicion you saw this coming, judging by how much Gale stuff you have on your profile. Even then, I genuinely think he’d be the best match for you!

• Starting off right away, he’s a wizard, you’re a witch. While I’m entirely the same thing, they have enough similarities to go hand and hand, which is the thing you guys bond over the most.

• He’s also interested in the various hobbies you dabble in too. He’s done what he can on his free time, but I’m sure there’s something he hasn’t done yet that you can introduce and info dump him about. He’s a great listener actually.

• Gale is a very smart man. Hell, he uses big words when he talks, and often drags things out a little longer in a witty manner, I think just to impress people? It could just be a normal thing for him though. Nonetheless, he’s happy you can keep up with his banter.

• Depending on the occasion, Gale can have lots of energy. Especially if he was recently fed an object containing weave lol. Though, if you’re feeling a boost of energy he wouldn’t mind something like going on a stroll with you.

• Gale is pretty eccentric, as seeing how often he talks with his hands and uses big words. So don’t be afraid to be yourself! Gale loves seeing you and your big personality.

• He’s glad to see someone independent as well. From what I’ve seen he’s very attracted to confidence and heroism. See you with both makes his heart really flutter.

• Gale is your biggest cheerleader by far, and if you ever need something done because you feel out of it or sick, Gale will get it for you.

• He enjoys your creativity side too. He’s worked on poetry in his free time, and I believe that he finds anyone with a creative mind admirable.

• He likes colors too! So pretty..he absolutely adore everything you wear on a daily basis, and you’ll often find him complementing you throughly, finding his favorite minute detail to prove how much he cares.

• He’s not very judgemental about your height. He’s extremely taller then you, being around 6’2 according to Reddit. I don’t ever see him bringing up your height unless you do it first, or it’s crucial to the conversation at hand.

• Your sassy side is extremely cute to him too. He even sasses back sometimes if the mood strikes him right. Although he can’t seem to find as many playful, teasing quips as you can, so he saves them up for when he can think of one.

• Gale is a big lover of nature, and is most definitely an outdoorsy guy. Why stay inside when there’s so much to explore?

• He calls you pet names when the two of you have sweet moments. It starts up after you’ve been with each other for awhile, and it’s very awkward and maybe even cringey, but it’s sweet to the two of you.

• It almost feels unreal, the connection you have with each other He never thought he could run into someone as perfect as you, but here you are. For that, he loves you very much.

[stupidchubbyfag]

all da feedee asks teehee

* Do you have a goal weight?

first goal is 180, then 222, then 250, then 300

* Do you have a weight limit?

there’s a “realistic limit” in my head but in my fantasy no i don’t

* Where do you jiggle most?

probably either my tummy or my ass/thighs

* Do you have cellulite?

i’m honestly not sure

* Do you have stretch marks?

TONSSS

* Do you waddle?

not rly :(

* Do you find it easy to gain weight?

god i wish

* What's sexier, weight or size?

size for sure

* Do you enjoy a stuffed belly, or just wish it was fat?

both are good!

* Is food sexy or is only fat sexy?

i think a little of both

* Favourite cuisine?

chinese food probably

* Favourite binge food?

pasta, hostess coffee cakes, pepperoni

* Do you eat because you love gaining or gain because you love eating?

both! although it’s been hard to eat lately so

* What's the sexiest food?

cake

* Do you want to be funnel fed?

YYES

* Into mutual gaining?

lol absolutely

* Do you prefer a skinny feeder or a fat feeder?

no preference

* Would you rather be fatter than your partner or skinnier?

ideally fatter but i don’t know that it’ll happen bc i keep losing weight 🥲

* Do you like to be on top?

i like it any way

* Favourite bit of fat for a partner to play with?

my lower tummy or my thighs

* Into public displays of feedism?

yea

* What are the sexiest clothes to be fat in?

anything rly tight

* Would you rather be worshipped or teased?

i honestly don’t know that’s so hard 😭 

* Do you enjoy strangers reacting to your size?

yea

* Do you want fat friends?

sure , i don’t rly have a ton of friends in general so im not exactly picky lol

* Do you wish you were fatter already, or is it all about the gain?

i want to be fatter now honestly. like just instantly blow up to my goal weight overnight. the gain is fun but i want to be fat already

* Any aspects of gaining that you're not a fan of?

jaw pain 🥲

* Most underrated fat body part?

upper arm fat

* More food or better food?

better food

* Sweet or savoury?

depends on my mood!

* Soft feeding or forceful feeding?

again depends on the mood but forceful works better for me sometimes

* Even gain or disproportionately fat?

i’d be fine either way

* Fat with muscle or soft and flabby?

both is good i honestly can’t pick

* Active fatty or lazy fatty?

lazy for sure

* Do you want to stay fit or let yourself go?

let myself go

* What is something that surprised you about gaining weight?

how horny it would make me

* Have you ever broken furniture?

sadly no

* Have you ever burst out of your clothes?

i think one shirt

* Have you ever got stuck in a tight spot?

i’ve come close to it at work repeatedly

* Has your gain brought any new struggles?

stairs 😭

* Do you like to be measured?

YES

* Being tied up while fed?

YES

* Are you into squashing?

yesss

* Are you into bloating?

yess

* Do you burp a lot?

not rly

* How messy are you?

pretty messy 😅

[unghiundressed]

FMP Production Reflection

Wow my final major project and final film at Middlesex University! How crazy to be here at a point where I feel as though I’ve learnt so much in terms of technique and understanding of practice, but simultaneously, I’m existing in my own blissful ignorance surrounding the animated world. This project has really been something. I don’t know why I expected this to be a breeze XD but I’d say it was more like a GAIL FORCE WIND with possible hurricane warnings. Last year I suppose I was in a better situation making my 2nd year film I was excited because I didn’t know what stop motion was really about and I was intrigued. This year I knew what to do, but I felt a lot of the time I was withdrawing from doing it with fears of it not being that outstanding final piece of work I’m supposed to create or even not as experimental as I could be with the resources I have around me. To some extent it felt very safe designing my sets and characters because I knew exactly what I was doing. Maybe that took some of the fun out of it? I think the hardest part of the production phase of my FMP was staying motivated to complete the project. Many cold, hard days in that dark messy room and the funny thing about making an animated film alone is that you have no one else to tell you to work or to keep going. All that time and effort in the dark and emptiness alone is all your willpower and self-motivation to make something because you want to… or because you need to. Why? Because of all the people around you that helped you make this vision in your head reality. See when I no longer wanted to get out of bed and go to this dark room and spend my whole day from 9am to midnight focusing on this project I’d think to myself ‘But what about everyone who’s helped me get to this point?’ That includes my tutors who gave me guidance and support, the talented voice actors like David Holt who’s voice I am gratefully using or even my mum who makes sure at midnight, when I do eventually get home, I’m warm and fed.  So, I haven’t given up yet! I’m making the animation and honestly, I’m proud af of where I am right now. Because I’m also tired af. My favourite part of the process has been the set building and puppet-making. Seeing them in my mind and then physically constructing them and putting every little detail onto them has made this experience so rewarding. Setting up my equipment was difficult because there was so much stuff in the space and spatially my organisation was appalling (something I will absolutely mitigate in the future) but I got it done and my experience of the different equipment from working at the kithub made this so much easier. Filming the actual animation was the hardest part because I was constantly distracted by the amazing people around me and events going on and social media, but I really got on with it and tried to manage this by having my schedule and shot list up on the wall which helped me to stay focused and track my progress as I went along. I think if I were able to redo this experience of production, I would re-arrange my schedule as honestly animation always takes so much longer than we think and by being so rigid with my timings I often felt guilty when I hadn’t met deadlines or goals at a certain point, but this is actually normal and it okay to not be on track all the time. The most important thing is that I’m producing quality pieces of work that I’m proud of and that I’m enjoying what I do. After all, what’s the point of any of this if I don’t enjoy myself. I would also prioritise my mental health and taking breaks more. I think at some points sitting alone working in my room exacerbated the already emotionally crushing events I had experienced earlier in the year and potentially I would’ve been able to get out of my own head more and work more efficiently if I’d taken the correct steps to manage all of the stuff zooming around my mind first lol. But even with these considerations I did have a really good time honestly and I would absolutely do it all over again. Bringing ideas to life is the most satisfying creative pursuit.

[milflewis]

sometimes i look at my sister and i see all the worst parts of me and it’s not terrible bc i don’t want that for her. which i don’t. but it’s terrible bc she’s doing it wrong