#anyway!!! i can fucking watch tv and message people back now!!

[minakoaiinos]

Finally finished all of my work for this semester god bless

[bunnysbrainrot]

Blood Flow

Kinktober Prompt: Choking

Relationship: dbf!Joel Miller x Reader

Content: [i was going for something sensual and i failed.] Explicit sexual scenes, fingering, choking, squirting, praise kink, Joel’s kinda rough, teasing. No outbreak AU.

Summary: You curiously tread into the realm of choking, but you have no clue why people think it feels ‘good’. With Joel’s help, you realize that there’s simply a right way to do it.

A/N: pay attention to the last line. it implies exactly what you think it does. **ALSO! part 3 for this is out, it’s called Daddy’s Girl!

this scene is so weird, why is he choking her???

Your fingers flitted across your phone screen, texting as you watch a new show. In this scene, the two main characters finally broke their tension, and things were growing heavy. You watched the actor’s hand wrap around his costar’s throat, watching how her face contorted in bliss.

Cause it feels good, sweetheart, Joel replied.

Bringing your own hand to your neck, you pressed against your windpipe and choked, like really choked, but it didn’t feel like you thought it would. And your face definitely did not make those same expressions as the woman in the show.

Clearing your throat, you replied to Joel. A few years ago, this kind of conversation would earn you an intervention with your parents. This was your dad’s best friend, and you shouldn’t be texting him about being choked, of all things.

But fuck, was texting Joel a wonderful time.

A single message could have you squeezing your thighs together. Every baby girl, sweetheart, and honey was imagined in his voice as if he were there, whispering them into your ear. You would imagine his fingers dancing across your skin as he showered you with those sweet pet names.

tried it on myself, and i can confirm that it feels awful. coughing my lungs out right now

Joel read your text and let out a hearty chuckle, quickly replying back. He knew you were a tad… inexperienced with things like this, and that you wouldn’t ask just anyone about this. He had you wrapped around his finger, as you did him.

Baby doll, you’re probably pressing on your windpipe. It’s a little tricky to do it on yourself

You groaned at the text, still frustrated at your little mishap. The reply you gave him was rather bold, but you anxiously sent it anyway.

maybe you could show me

The two of you had flirted a lot more since you came back home from college. Four years of hard schoolwork had you taking a break back home with your parents to choose your next big step in life. At first it started small - little compliments on your clothes, on your intelligence, on how much you’d come into your own. Your glances at Joel lasted too long to be friendly, and it didn’t help when you ran your foot along his leg under the table at big family dinners.

In short, you were driving each other absolutely wild, pulling the tension taught between you, waiting for it to snap.

But Joel wanted to go slow. This was dangerous territory, and he needed to take his time.

Maybe I could

You stared blankly at the phone screen, reading over the message with a fluttering heart behind your ribs. A wave of warmth spread over you with a beeline between your thighs. You clenched your legs together as you texted Joel back.

right now?

J: Door’s unlocked, I’m just watching TV. If you want to join me we can watch that show you were telling me about

Like an alarm went off you shot out of bed, hurrying to your dresser and closet to find a more impressive outfit. Joel wouldn’t care all that much - he liked seeing you in anything. It didn’t matter how much or little you had on, you were always beautiful to him.

headed out now!

Joel have a swift reply that buzzed in your pocket.

Someone’s eager.

You trekked over to the neighborhood next to yours, practically skipping with each step up to Joel’s house. Thankfully, his daughter, Sarah, would be at a friend’s house this evening, leaving you and Joel all to yourselves.

Joel’s head perked up when he heard you knock. He, almost too excitedly, shot up from the couch and headed to the front door.

He was an effortlessly handsome man. And now, in a simple pair of sweatpants and v-neck shirt, he looked more stunning than ever. For you, it also didn’t matter what he wore - he always looked handsome.

“Hi,” you said, offering him a small smile.

Joel raised an arm and leaned against the doorframe. His lean muscles shifted under his tan skin, hardened by those years under the Texas sun, and caught the light from inside to accentuate his bicep. He caught you ogling, and laughed.

“Sweetheart, I’m not just eye candy,” Joel’s voice was soft after the long day he had, “You comin’ in, or what?”

Your smile widened as you stepped in, dipping under Joel’s arm to step in the living room. He had already closed the blinds preemptively to shield yourselves from any prying eyes. You sat on the couch and waited for Joel to join you.

He slowly made his way over, “So, what show were you watchin’?”

You sighed dramatically, “Well, now it’s just embarrassing. We can watch something else, instead.”

Joel shook his head at your offer, gesturing to the TV, “Not embarrassing at all. ‘Sides, I got a plan for it.”

He snatched the remote from the arm of the couch and chose a spot right next to you. After a series of questions, you began to play the show you’d seen, found the right episode, and played the scene in question.

Joel remained silent the entire time, glancing between you and the TV. His stare bore into you, but it was unclear as to what was going through his mind.

But the scene, to your relief, ended, and the shyness you’d felt could be over. Joel paused the show in the middle of the next scene and finally met your eyes.

“Alright, I think I know where ya went wrong,” he commented. You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“It’s all about controlling the blood flow, not pressin’ on the windpipe. That’s a one way ticket to the man upstairs,” Joel laughed and brought his hand to your cheek, cupping your face carefully. His thumb passed over your cheekbone before he shifted down toward your neck.

He placed his thumb and index finger on either side of your throat, right under your jaw. The pressure was uncomfortable at first, pressing into you in a way that sparked some faint nausea. You cleared your throat and swallowed to dull the feeling.

“Pressin’ here,” his grip tightened, “reduces the blood flow. It’s still a lil’ hard to breathe, but it doesn’t risk your safety.”

A lightness began to creep through you as Joel pressed into your throat. Blackness clouded the edge of your vision, blurring Joel’s features, though you could barely make out a lazy smile.

After a few long seconds, he let go, and you could freely breathe once again. The rush of blood back to your brain throbbed at your temples, though the brief headache was nothing compared to the rush of pleasure it delivered.

To your surprise, the rush went straight to your core, leaving you shifting your legs together.

Joel leaned forward and planted a kiss on your cheek, his voice was a low whisper.

“See? Feels good when someone does it right, don’t it?”

You nodded, still held securely by his hand around your throat. His lips traveled across your face, to your temples, to your jaw, and finally finding your own, flush and fluid with your own movements. Joel tightened his grip again, and the same rush came flowing through. It was tricky to keep kissing Joel at the pace he set. Instead, your mouth slacked open as a moan escaped you, swallowed eagerly by Joel.

He spoke slowly against your lips, nipping at them between his words.

“How is it, baby doll? Still feel good?”

It was wonderful. Had you not messaged him about this, you would’ve been completely in the dark about this whole new world of pleasure. So wonderful, in fact, that you could feel a new slickness in your sex, about to soak into your panties. Instinctively you ground your hips, pathetically pressing your aching pussy into nothing substantial.

Joel moved his other hand lower, raking over your shifting thighs, “Tell me, sweet girl, does it make you feel good down here?”

His hand cupped your clothed sex, pressing against your slit and slowly massaging your core. Your breath trembled as you gave him another nod - a small sign of permission to take things further.

“Joel… Joel,” you whispered, fighting against his grip on your throat. Amidst the rush going through your head you could barely hold onto what he was saying, let alone reply coherently.

His lips had wandered to your jaw, peppering a trail of kisses around his rough fingers, “What is it, baby girl? Tell me whatcha need.”

You choked out your reply, “In.. inside.”

A low laugh danced across your skin, “That’s my girl. Always needing something fillin’ her up. ‘Least when I’m involved, anyway.”

He pressed harder against your aching sex - the abrasion of the fabric turned you into a whimpering mess in a matter of seconds. You needed more. You needed him.

Joel groaned against your skin when you tugged his hand past the waistband of your pants, pushing him lower toward your core.

“Need me to make you feel good, sweet girl?” his voice thrummed through your chest. You nodded, urging your lungs to take in sweet, fresh air amidst the constriction. Joel loosened his grip ever so slightly, letting you catch your breath.

He hummed against your jaw as he adjusted his hand with his fingers teasingly at your entrance. A single finger played with your wet hole, swirling around carefully, not fully giving you what you need. Not yet.

You mewled a slurred version of his name, eyes rolling back when his grip tightened around your throat.

Joel’s fingers didn’t stop, but rather pushed further, sinking past your soaked folds and into your tight pussy. A small whimper from you made him smile, carefully eyeing you as he moved his fingers, curling them up to brush your sweet spot.

“Joel… fu-fuck,” you choked.

His fingers plunged deeper into your warm cunt, curling harshly to draw a long-awaited moan. Until now, Joel hadn’t had the joy of hearing you utter anything above a whisper.

You cried out, straining against his grip, but was sent back to fighting for that sacred blood flow back to your brain.

You brought your hand up to meet the one at your neck, tapping against the back of his hand. A beat passed before Joel realized the mistake. He swiftly released you and cradled your head, slowing his movements between your thighs.

“Sorry,” you rasped, “that was just a little too hard. I couldn’t really make any noise without coughing.”

Joel leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. He broke away with the softest tone you’d heard all night.

“You ain’t got nothin’ to apologize for, honey,” he replied, spreading his kisses to your cheeks. “Got a little too ahead of myself there.”

He kissed you until you were left breathless and panting. By now your lips were plump from the bites and nips Joel had given them.

“Maybe we could try a different position, whaddya say?”

After a beat of thought, you nod in agreement and follow his lead. He removed his hand from your pants, lightly sucking at his soaked fingers, and moaning at your taste across his tongue.

This was the closest he’d been to truly tasting you. Words escaped him as he tried to describe the feeling of heaven on his very lips.

You stood from the couch and watched Joel taste yourself on his fingers. He was completely entranced, and monitoring your every movement as you waited for his direction.

Darkness filled his eyes, “Y’might need to take those pants off, sweetheart. Need a good angle for this.”

Now right in front of his legs, you urged Joel to spread them apart and stood between them.

He took this as a silent request for his help. Joel gave you a smile and sat forward, letting his hands climb up your thighs, taking their sweet time to cover as much of them as he could.

Joel hooked his fingers on your waistband and gently tugged, unwrapping you like it was Christmas morning.

Your bottoms dropped to your ankles, and all was left was your soaked panties, the last barrier between Joel and what he’d wanted to see most. Joel leaned further, leaving a trail of kisses from your mid-thigh to your hip, alternating to the other side. Each touch of his lips set you ablaze. His gentle touches paled in comparison to the heat roiling through your belly, trickling right down to your aching pussy.

At long last he peeled your panties off of you, slowly sending them down your legs until they joined your pants. Your lower half was bare for him now; you were a gift unwrapped, the best present he could’ve asked for.

“Christ,” Joel muttered. His eyes scanned over your half naked form, giving you a curious look at your chest.

He wanted nothing more than to wander up there, letting his hands dip below the fabric and slide up to your chest. Your tits were selfishly hidden from him, with your perfect, perk nipples poking through, enticing him to search for more.

You wrapped your legs on either side of him, pushing Joel back against the couch so you could get into position. His legs stayed spread open, thus making you open yours across his.

Spread perfectly wide for whatever he had planned for you.

Joel cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, working his hands over your thighs in the process. You could feel a couple of damp fingertips from where he’d fingered you before. Those same fingers now crept toward your needy hole, teasing you ever so slowly.

You bucked your hips and positioned them over his hand, whining at the lack of touch.

“Joel, please,” you mumbled, keeping your lips in tandem with his own. Joel grumbled out a reply you couldn’t discern before a hand made its way to your throat.

Joel pressed down on either side of your windpipe to deliver that sweet head rush of elation.

“I’ve got you, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.”

And that, he did. His hands moved with pure greed at your neck and pussy, sending two fingers up into your tight cunt. You cried out against his lips as he slowly pumped into you.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let it all out.”

You were relieved you could make at least a little noise. It was better than it was at home, where you’d spent countless nights touching yourself, moaning against your hand or a nearby pillow.

But here… here you could cry out as Joel touched you. You could freely show him how good he was making you feel.

You let out a soft whine, but it was not well-received by Joel.

“I wanna hear you, baby.”

A louder moan drew from your throat. Joel’s fingers curled inside of you, pressing into the spongy part right past your entrance. Your walls fluttered gently around his fingers, pulling him in further.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” said Joel, still mumbling against your lips. You offered him a smile, proud that your body was to his liking. It was all you’d hoped for, to be perfect for him.

“Not sure how this little pussy’s gonna handle me, though,” he continued in a cocky voice. “But I think you could do it.”

He curled his fingers harshly, causing you to slur your words together. Something about Joel, and harder, and please.

“Such a good girl. Bet you’d take anything I gave you, huh?”

You nodded slightly, constricted under his grip to move any further.

Joel pushed his fingers deeper, picking up his pace until the wet sounds of your ravaged cunt filled the room. Your juices flowed from your pussy and onto his hand, leaking down from his fingers to his palm, pooling your sweet slick before it trickled to the floor below.

His pace became relentless, though the grip on your throat loosened. You let out a shuddering moan as he furiously pumped his fingers, making your cunt squelch with the most obscene sounds you’d ever heard.

“Attagirl,” Joel praised, “Just keep still. I gotcha.”

The reassuring tone kept you conflicted - it totally contrasted from what he was doing to your body.

Fuck, if this is how it was with just his hands alone, you silently prayed that you could handle what else he could give you.

There was a new tightness in your abdomen, pooling around in your sex, but it was a deeper sort of pressure you’d never felt. It felt like…

“Joel,” you protested, “I think I gotta pee.”

He laughed against your lips, “Just work with me here, darlin’.”

You squirmed on his hand as this new sensation spread through your pussy. This kind of pressure wasn’t something you could’ve gotten from your own hand, let alone any toy.

No, this was the masterful work of Joel Miller’s fingers, unraveling you around him.

He struck deeper, twisting his wrist to get a better angle, curling each thick digit against your sweet spot. You choked on a gasp as the pressure in your abdomen built, threatening to break apart.

With a flurry of swift motion the tension broke, and a beautiful symphony sounded - the rush of your juices that poured onto his hand, the strangled moan that fell from your slacked mouth, followed by the pleased groan Joel drew out.

“What… hah… was that..?” you panted. Joel kissed your cheekbone as he worked you through your high.

“Did I just… did I sq-“ you could barely make out the word.

“You did. And you did such a good job, sweet girl.”

The praise roiled through your gut. A soreness flooded through your sex, trailing toward your cervix. You swallowed nervously at the thought of anything bigger, and what it could do to your insides.

Joel slowed his pace and released the hand that had been trained to your neck. You both worked through your climax, coming down smoothly to where you now laid slumped against Joel’s chest.

His hands still roved over your skin, gently kneading your ass and thighs as you caught your breath.

“How you feelin’, honey?” his Southern drawl intoxicated his words with a sickly sweetness.

You pressed your face into the crook of his neck a let out a small, content mmm, taking in his scent. The mix of his cologne and sweat sent something possessive through you, to have this all for yourself. It felt too selfish for that pining to be one-sided - for you to want him as much as you did, without knowing if he held the same ferocity about you as you did him.

“Thirsty.”

“I bet. That’ll take a lot outta ya - let’s get a glass of water and getcha cleaned up.”

You worked your legs off of his thighs and stood shakily. After sitting in that awkward position and having your senses scrambled, your knees buckled beneath your weight, desperately trying to hold your quivering thighs steady.

“Hold on, sweetheart, I’ve gotcha,” Joel said, swiftly standing on steady feet. You pouted at the unfairness - his hands tore at your sex and left you trembling while he was perfectly fine.

“You better not laugh at me,” you snapped, though the drained tone in your words had Joel chucking slightly.

He held you steady with both hands and led you toward the kitchen, “You look like you got a hip replacement.”

“You’re nearing that age, aren’t you?” you quipped. Joel gave you a firm smack on your ass as his reply.

“Better watch it, I don’t do well with brats.”

hi y’all! thank you so much for reading and supporting, and happy Kinktober!

If you’re looking for the part 3 of this, it’s called Daddy’s Girl! I would love if you gave it a read

ily xoxo

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Four: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, sexual content, pervy behavior, male masturbation, panty kink, sex daydreams [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is doing his very best, he just loves you and wants you to be comfy around him. Just let him worm his way into your heart babe [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. I’m illiterate so apologies in advance MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: July 8th

Mr. Nelson’s funeral was today, it really was a beautiful ceremony as I look back on it. Even more so when my inner self smears the background enough to bring you to the front of the mental image.

You’d spoken to the man a handful of times, but I didn’t expect you to come. When I saw you accept the invite to the event on Facebook I thought surely it was a mistake. That was until you messaged Luke and asked him to accompany you, funerals make you nervous, but feeling obligated to do something and avoiding it makes you more nervous.

So your moral support was happy to attend and fight off dear old Alan’s corpse should he rise from the casket and set his sights on you.

And I though I had irrational fears, geez babydoll, how old were you when you watched Night of The Living Dead for the first time? If I had to guess it was too young. It’s alright though I get it, you know what movie traumatized me? The Mummy. Heebied my fucking Jeebies so bad I avoided the beach on family vacations.

You’re telling me there’s not a sarcophagus under all that sand? There’s at least one under there and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Solid ground for me only, please and thank you.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I had a thought that I initially considered to be a sweet reminder of my dear friend Alan. His obituary was in the newspaper and I happened to swipe one from the guest book table at the viewing as well. Have you ever scrapbooked before? I bet you’ve at least tried it.

Well I thought it would be nice to make him a page in my journal. A little celebration of life for the man who gave me an opportunity to grow and nurture my love for you.

Then I realized mid-glue stick on the newspaper clipping that the idea was something that a clinically insane person would do.

I’m not that guy. That guy’s not me.

But the glue was already on there and it felt wrong to toss Alan’s wrinkly old face into the trash so I pasted him into my journal anyway.

Crazy people don’t know that they’re crazy. I’m well aware that little idea was less than tasteful, just felt like I should mention that.

Date:

July 28th

Anakin Skywalker hadn’t been this happy since… ever. The previous record being his discovery of you, was now toppled into second place and overshadowed by ‘Move In Day’.

He could hardly contain himself. It was a dopamine high that he would ride out until he’d drained every last drop.

The movers lugged in box after box, furniture and books, until finally they dropped off the last load and thanked Anakin for the business. He eagerly shook their hand and shoved them out. He had preparations to make.

He set up his Tv, screen mirroring the live feed of the apartment building entrance to the big screen so that he could easily keep an eye out for you while he unpacked his kitchen.

He’d planned your ‘meet-cute’ meticulously, looking to your bookshelf and streaming services to gather intel on your ideal scenario. You were an odd bird, but he liked that about you. It’s part of your charm, it’s part of the challenge. You’re not as predictable in your tastes and interests as others can be.

Anakin formulated the interaction step by step, frame by frame in the storyboard of his imagination until he had the perfect scene. His box office hit that he’d replay over and over again until the next time he stood face to face with you.

It took quite some time and a load of practice. Discarded dialogue, awkward movements that made him feel stiff and less than human when he practiced them in the mirror. Endless options of clothes, shoes, and hair.

Should he get a new piercing? He wanted to. So he did, he knew you’d like it.

It’d match the one he already had on the opposite nostril. It made him feel more complete to add something so permanent to his body, he wished he could do something similar with you. He wanted you to be permanent, so maybe it’s his subconscious’s way of telling him that this was going in the right direction.

He was on the right path. His journey of life alone was coming to a close and a new trail would reveal itself. No more rocky, unsteady tread. No more sharp turns and blind spots, no more impossible inclines.

Scraped knees and bloodied hands would be distant memories. Maybe even distant enough that he could toss them into The Pit.

He would have no need for anger or sorrow anymore.

How could he feel anything but the warm embrace of love as he strolled down the flowered path ahead with you?

Who knew that you could position one box in 83 different ways and hate every single one of them? Anakin was so thankful there weren’t any actual surveillance cameras in the apartment building. It’d be really difficult to explain why he was in the hallway for an hour with his hands on his hips, scooting a box of books a centimeter or two at a time. Turning it sideways and then making sure the book on top was perfectly positioned and would effectively fall to the ground to catch your attention.

He checked his watch nonstop, stared at his Tv screen, willing you to just hurry the fuck up before he vomited from anxiety. He’d waited months for this. If he fucked it up now he’d… well he’d probably keel over on the spot.

Which would promptly traumatize you and not even his ghost would be able to peacefully haunt you. It’s hard to peacefully haunt someone if they watched you die, or at least Anakin assumed it would be difficult. He wasn’t willing to test that theory though.

So, he puffed up his chest and walked back into his apartment and rehearsed the upcoming conversation a few more times. He needed, desperately needed to ensure his facial expressions conveyed what he wanted.

Soft, trustworthy, dependable, safe, caring.

He practiced softening his eyes, knowing sometimes he stared alittle too hard. He worked on his facial fidget; chewing on the inside of his cheek was a quick tell of his nervousness. He didn’t want to be perceived as nervous, he wanted to be confident and sure of himself so that you would be confident in your soon to blossom affection for him.

His eyebrows, that’s a hard one, but he’d meticulously watched bar goers trying to flirt. The successful ones he learned, sometimes use their eyebrows in place of questions or words. A difficult concept, but one he studied until he mastered it.

Now, the other facial expressions and mannerisms… he gathered that information from your watch lists on your streaming services. For the visible examples at least, but your books were just as helpful in describing how he should approach you, speak to you, and simply exist near you.

He hadn’t realized these things were this important until now. Standing and posture was surprisingly very, very important to women. As well as hand movements and subtle glances and minuscule changes of expression.

You were worth the time and effort it took to learn all of it. He’d read and research and practice until he couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror any longer. He was determined to make sure you were happy with the results.

He was startled by a loud ping, someone had entered to building and holy shit it was you.

Anakin shook out his hands frantically, remembering the breathing techniques he’d learned as a child, he grounded himself quickly.

It’s okay.

‘She’s gonna love you. She’ll warm up to you quickly, you know everything you need to know about her to make her comfortable and loved.’

‘There’s no way she won’t fall head over heels.’

He smoothed out his band-tee and ran his hands through his hair quickly and headed to his door that was propped open slightly. A few boxes sat in the hall, including the most important one, the one instrumental to his plan.

The apartment hallway was ridiculously tiny, which worked in his favor in this situation.

He heard you come up the stairs, counted your steps until he knew you were almost at the door, 17 and a half steps. Then he swung open the door and bent down to grab one of the boxes.

As expected, he startled you and you dropped your keys. You always wore your backpack on one shoulder, one strap. So when you quickly went to scoop up your keys, your bag swung out of place and toppled a few books from one of the boxes.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Anakin could gloat to himself about his magnificent setup later, right now he needed to woo you with his sweet words.

“Oh, sweetheart I’m sorry.” He said softly, coming over to offer you a hand up.

“It’s okay, my bad.” You laughed, taking his hand.

He managed to keep calm and collected despite his insides boiling him alive at the willing skin contact.

“No, not at all. It’s my fault for startling you like that.” He chuckled, squeezing your upper arm and using his hand already in yours to give you a small handshake. Smooth.

“I’m Anakin.” He said with a bashful smile, dropping your hand and reveling in the lingering warmth your palm left on his.

You introduced yourself in return, gesturing to his apartment door.

“So I take it that you’re my new neighbor huh?” You said, making small talk as you crouched down to pick up the books you’d knocked over.

“No I’m just a one man moving crew.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You laughed, standing up as you looked through the titles. “Hmm, you’ve got good taste.”

“You think so?” He asked, remembering to make his eyebrows swoop up toward the middle of his forehead to give a quizzical look.

“Oh yeah, this is one of my favorites.” You said, showing him the cover of The Silmarillion by Tolkien.

“Not many people actually read that one, I’m impressed.” He smiled.

“Impressed? Yeah well I’m jealous.” You laughed.

“What?” He chuckled, holding his hands out to take the other books from you.

“This is a really nice edition, it’s similar to mine. I recently lost it.” You sighed. “I think I must’ve left it the park or maybe it fell out of my bag or something.”

“Ah, that sucks… well, I mean I’ve read that one a few times now. It’s been well loved.” He said tipping the books in his arms toward the one you were holding. “Why don’t you keep it?”

He shrugged, acting nonchalant as though this didn’t mean the entire world to him and if you said no he’d sob about it later.

“You’re serious?” You asked in surprise, he was offering you a 50$ special edition book and you’d barely known him for a minute.

“Yeah, ‘course sweetheart.” He said with a cute, crooked smile. “Think of it as a… reverse house warming gift.” He chuckled.

“Thank you, I- this means a lot to me.” You said, grinning widely. “That’s real sweet of you Anakin. I owe you one.”

“No worries.” He chuckled, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it even sweetheart.” His gaze flickered quickly from your eyes to your lips, and he turned to go back into his apartment after giving you an almost-missed wink.

You stepped inside your home, and went straight to the bookshelf to put your new-to-you book where it belonged. After the fact you stood there and buffered, just staring at it.

‘There’s no way, this guy has to be too good to be true.’

But he seemed… so genuine. He didn’t ogle you, he didn’t make you feel weird or like he just felt obligated to speak to you.

He seemed to actually, really be a good guy.

Rare. Few and far of those exist in this day and age. It’s uncommon to meet someone who would do something, even as simple as giving you a used book, without expecting anything in return.

But he didn’t seem to expect anything. He didn’t seem to even expect a thank you, it was like he’d already decided he would give it to you before he even offered.

What are the odds that a hot, tattooed and pierced man moves in next door and gifts you an expensive book that just so happens to be an even better replacement for the one that you just lost? That couldn’t happen twice even if you tried to make it happen again.

What kind of second dimension did you step into? The land of dreamy men?

Diary Entry: July 28th

It’s late. But I have to write to you, it can’t wait til tomorrow.

Everything went more perfectly than I could’ve imagined. Thank you so much for being you sweet girl. It made my job of curating the scenery so much easier, you clumsy little thing. I am sorry for having to spook you though, but it worked didn’t it?

Research pays off. Always.

And of course there’s the issue of your book, I hated to see your frustration and your mad scowl when you realized it was missing from your backpack. I really did.

But I’d do it every goddamn day if I knew I’d get the same reaction out of you from giving you that new copy.

Oh god you’re… you’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You look angelic when you sleep but you look like competition for Aphrodite when you smile at me.

You smiled, grinned. You smiled all the way up to the corners of your bright and beautiful eyes. For me.

You even laughed for me.

It was so sweet I could taste it. The honey of your voice, I could fucking bathe in it. Just the sound of you speaking, knowing you were speaking to me. Really speaking to me.

In the flesh.

It’s intoxicating. It’s emboldening, it’s dangerous. I’ve never been more worked up in my life. I’m torn all to pieces from at two minute and 6 second conversation.

I think I’ll have to fucking recover from this like a damn hangover.

But what has me so drunk you might ask? Was it your laugh at my stupid jokes? Was it your perfect smile, your radiant glow, your soulful eyes? The softness of your skin or you willingness to let me touch you?

No baby. It’s how you said my name.

I wish I could’ve stayed longer, I wish I could’ve spoken to you more. But it’s so hard to concentrate when my dick is leaking precum down my leg at a rate that should probably be concerning.

The minute you closed that door I shoved those boxes into my apartment and locked the door. Took my elated ass straight to the couch and watched you in your living room, admiring your gift from me while I fucked my fist with a pair of your dirty panties in my mouth.

I couldn’t have your honeyed lips soothing my angry red cock just yet, but I sure as hell could imagine licking your gorgeous little cunt while I tasted you.

I tugged my balls and pumped my cock for over half an hour until I was a fucking mess for you in my new living room’s floor. The cool hardwood letting the heat from my flushed skin seep away from me as I came back down to earth.

I made myself dizzy. Didn’t give myself a break, didn’t slow down, just stroked my cock like the desperate little manwhore that I am for you. The only thing missing was you being there to watch me fall apart.

I think you’d like that wouldn’t you? Watching a man like me get on his knees and beg for you?

Diary Entry: July 29th

I’ve replayed that moment in my head for hours on end. The beginning always stays the same, but the ending… that’s been subject to many changes. It started off simple, we’d chat alittle longer, I’d ask you how your day was; you’d tell me it was ‘fine, thank you’.

Or you’d ask me why I decided to move in, why I chose this side of town, this side of town, this apartment building, across from you. That one always ended questionably and I’d rather not explore that one on paper.

My favorites however were the ones where you’d laugh at a stupid pick-up line and somehow we’d end up in your bed. The bed I’ve sat and watched you sleep in. Those were the best additions.

Now, I’ve been fortunate enough that you’ve been loyal, faithful and devoted to only me since the very beginning. So I don’t really have a clue what you’d actually be like in bed.

But god it’s so fun to imagine it.

You’ve got such pretty, soft skin. You let me mar it up with my teeth and soothe it with my tongue. You let me grip the pillowy flesh of your thighs to spread you open for me. You let me pinch and roll and pull your nipples until they were raw and begging for a break. You let me caress the sensitive slick covered folds between those beautiful pussy lips, plunge my fingers in as far as they’d go.

I took you from behind, watching your perky little ass bounce off my cock while I plowed into you. Your face smushed against the couch cushions and your body folded over the arm rest for me to fuck you like the good little girl that you are.

Against the wall with your arms around my neck while I’ve got my hands holding you spread open and in place by the crook of your knees. You promised you stay real still so that I could drill up into you like you deserved.

God damn. Do you know how good you look like that? Back arched against the wall, tits jiggling in my face with every thrust. Your legs pushed up and back to the sides of your torso, to pin you in place?

It was like a pretty pink flower had bloomed and spread its buttery smooth petals just for me.

Don’t even get me started on how good you suck cock. Have you ever been told you could be mistaken for a warm, wet Hoover? No? Didn’t think so cause that would be rude as hell, but I bet someone’s thought it before.

(Me. It’s me, I thought that.)

Fuck those soft lips. Fuck that smooth snake of a tongue. Fuck that tight, hot throat that just loves to take a beating from my dick.

Can’t wait to prove my imagination right.

Speaking of, my dick has been beat. Like actually. If one didn’t know any better they’d assume it’s on life support, but I’m a freak of nature. Cumming upwards of 16 times in the span of 40ish hours would probably put a weaker man in a hospital bed. Or maybe a psych ward.

But I am not a weak man even if my dick feels raw. I’d still fuck you if you asked.

I’d be curious to know if I’d be able to stave off cumming longer from all the abuse or if I’d be so fucking sensitive that I wouldn’t make it in half an inch.

Probably the latter.

Diary Entry: August 2nd

Being so close to you is killing me. Truly it is.

You’ve sunken your claws so deeply into my very soul and you don’t even realize it. It’s torture. To you, I’m just the new guy, nice dude who gave you a book. But to me? You’re my entire world.

I’ve been told I have the personality of a guard dog. Soft and squishy on the inside, dangerous and fierce on the outside. Which I suppose could be true, but really I think it’s for a different reason. For a human, a dog is one small but very impactful blip in your life. But for the dog? You are it’s life.

Am I comparing myself to a dog right now? Yes I am.

I’ll beg for you to throw me the scraps of your affections until you finally toss me a bone.

Bark.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’ve been trying my best to give you space. To plan accordingly and in advance. I have our next two interactions simmering on the back burner.

I know that if I go too hard, too fast, you’ll be overwhelmed. That’s the last thing I want. I never want to be the thing that causes you stress, I want to siphon it from you. So, in one week I will set out to help you with a few of your errands and plant a few seeds.

But until then, we have late night snacks and couch chats with Boogie.

I’ve also been doing- you guessed it- more research to do with helpful vitamins and medicines. You’ve responded so well to your SleepyTime tea and since I’ve started making sure your birth control packet is plainly visible in the countertop basket directly beneath that cabinet, you’ve been taking it so well.

I’m so proud of you sweetheart, that’s my girl, look at you taking care of yourself. You’ve done so well in fact, that it’s in my personal opinion that you have earned a very special reward.

Anakin sat on his couch, the live feed of your living room screen mirrored to his Tv. He was watching you cook dinner, he knew you’d be making a stir fry. He’d seen it in your planner, so he’d taken the liberty of ordering himself the same, it’d be here any minute. As would your good friend Sam.

Anakin had originally burned red hot with jealousy at the thought of you inviting a man over to your apartment, that he hadn’t vetted via social media and a quick drop-in. But he was relieved to discover that Sam was just a girl from your book club.

This wasn’t one of his well thought out plans, this was decided upon this morning after you’d returned from book club. So, he was anxious to see if his hunches served him well. Sam seemed like a punctual gal, at least from what he’d seen on social media and the text messages between the two of you from weeks/months before.

Anakin had the wonderful idea to log into your cell service providers website to pull your deleted messages from their data bank. You really should have better passwords.

The thing he was most worried about was his door dasher arriving on time. It was rare that one was too far off on arrival time, but it would be his shit luck and lack of planning that could ruin this little glimpse of you.

The minutes ticked by and he was alerted to the new motion sensors he’d placed near the LED pathway lights on the paved entrance to the apartment building. He quickly switched over to the hallway feed at the front door, seeing that it was his door dasher.

Damn you Trevor. How dare you get there before Sam.

Not to worry, he’d call for the door code and Anakin wouldn’t answer the first time. It wasn’t much but it would buy him a few seconds.

Though it seemed to be that luck was on his side as it often was when it came to you. Sam was so kind, kind enough to let the delivery guy into the building. Which is technically a security concern but Trevor didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d be able to remember a 6 digit door code.

He was too busy staring at your friends ass to pay attention to the numbers she entered anyway.

The footsteps approached your door and his, Anakin waited until he heard Sam knock on your door before he opened his. Trevor stood patiently as Anakin slowly counted out his tip in cash and thankfully you were quick to let your friend inside. After the exchange was complete Anakin gave you a smile and wave.

He could’ve had a heart attack at the response you gave him.

A flirty little finger waggle and smile.

He had to remind himself to breathe and keep his expression a happy-neutral. He’d hate for you to see his blushing cheeks this early on.

“Have a good night girls.” He said as he closed his door and to his surprise you actually answered.

“You too!”

If he weren’t confident that you were a sweet and loving soul, he’d think you were trying to kill him with the siren song of your voice.

Stir fry had never tasted so fucking good.

Diary Entry: July 8th

Grocery day baby, here I come.

I love that you’re so predictable. I love that you’re so fucking cute and always try to strong arm your groceries in one trip. I love that it takes at least two good whacks to the trunk of your shitty old Nissan to properly close it.

It’s cute to watch you struggle with it, the annoyed huffs and angry scowl.

I thought you’d combust on the spot once when your paper grocery bag of flour and sugar ripped open and sent a plume of flour up on your black jeans. The parking lot was very empty and I was very glad because I’d hate for someone to have seen the cursing contest you had with yourself as you picked up your spilled items. Very unladylike you know. But it’s you so I don’t mind, I just like to hear you talk.

It’s almost time. I’ve been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes. Gotta account for the traffic on highway 76. Do you really have to shop all the way out there just because of the Whole Foods? C’mon baby they have the same shit at Kroger.

I’ve been watching your little blue dot on my phone and you’re rounding the corner so I’ll write you later doll.

I love you.

You pulled into the parking lot and sat in your car for a moment. Giving yourself the much need quiet to decompress from your work day and the grocery trip. After you’d checked your messages and scrolled for a moment you decided it was time to head inside before your frozen foods got… not so frozen.

You popped the trunk and fumbled with the faulty latch, your fingers feeling blindly under the metal lip until it finally detached and you were able to open the trunk.

You took a deep breath and scolded yourself for buying the extra few things that could’ve waited till next time. Second trips are for wimps and you weren’t one. So you loaded up your left arm bag by bag until you heard a humored puff of air and the beep of a car locking behind you.

“Need a hand sweetheart?” Anakin grinned, shoving his keys into his front pocket.

He waltzed over and took a few bags off your hands without waiting for a response. It took you aback, not because he hadn’t waited for permission, but because of the way he exuded an odd charm that made you falter.

“Anakin, really it’s alright I can get it.” You said, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion by his kind gesture.

“Mmm no, this seems like a two man mission sweet girl.” He smiled, gathering up a few the last few bags from the trunk and shutting it with one solid push.

“You really don’t have to-“

“I know I don’t have to.” He said tilting his head toward the apartment building to encourage you to walk with him. “I want to.”

“Thank you, that’s… thanks.” You smiled, a light blush creeping across your cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, tapping in the door code and holding it open for you despite holding many more bags than you.

Something about the low tone of voice or maybe just the way he looked at you with his icey blue eyes… just sent a chill down your spine. A quick one that was gone in an instant, replaced by a warm glow in the center of your chest.

“Guess chivalry’s not dead.” You joked.

“I’m no knight.” He laughed, “but you’re sure as hell a princess.”

‘Oh that was smooth.’ You thought, trying to ignore the heat at the bottom of your stomach.

What is happening? How on earth can one man be so… everything? Kind, caring, chivalrous and gorgeous to boot.

You felt a wave of embarrassment at the squeaky giggle you let out. He had you tore up from one little comment.

True to the gentleman he seemed to be, he chose not to push it and tease you about your beet red cheeks. He just waited patiently for you as you unlocked your door.

“Do you want me to bring these in for you?” He asked, watching your movements closely.

“Oh that would be great.” You said in relief, leading him into your kitchen.

“Cute little place.” He said, looking around the kitchenette and over to the living room.

He sat down your bags on the counter and started unloading them neatly into rows.

“Oh, you-“

“Mmm mmm.” He shook his head with a smirk, “Just let me help, it’s no big deal.”

You let out a puff of air in an amused sort of amazement and pulled out your little step stool to open up the cabinets. Anakin snickered from behind you as you stepped up and started putting things away.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder and almost said something snarky until you realized he was folding your paper grocery bags in the same way that you always do.

“Huh.” You laughed. “I thought I was the only one who did that.”

“Did what?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“Fold the bags.” You said, turning back around to continue placing your things where they belonged.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I dunno it’s just a habit I guess. Fits better in that stupid slot on the recycling bin this way.”

“Yeah I never really understood why they made them that way? I guess so people don’t just shove other trash in there.” You mused.

“Mmhm probably.” He agreed, stacking them neatly and gathering it in his hands. “Do you want me to take these out back for you?”

“I can do-“ You stopped yourself when Anakin raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side with a crooked smirk.

You sighed and gave him a downturned smile. “Yes, I would love for you to take them out back for me.”

“Good girl.” He nodded, clicking his tongue and heading for the door. “See ya princess.”

After he shut the door you let yourself breathe alittle easier, blowing out the air in a short puff through your nose. Maybe even letting a little smile cross your lips before you finished up your task.

You’d be thinking about that low rumble of his voice later. Good girl? Shit.

PART FIVE

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The One About the Documentary

i watched part one of the yolanda and selena documentary so you don't have to...and it pissed me tf off. anyway enjoy!

Harry Styles x Latina! Reader Masterlist

When his girlfriend asked to watch the documentary, Harry said yes, but hesitantly.

In all honesty, Harry didn't think Y/n would have any desire to watch it, but at eight o'clock sharp, she was on the couch armed with a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of coke, one for him and one for her.

"Can I ask why we're—"

"Shh! It's starting."

Harry settled into the couch, his arm around his girlfriend, whose eyes were glued to the TV the second the documentary began.

*.*

"So Yolanda's the only one who knew about this alleged affair?" Y/n said to no one in particular. "Yeah fucking right. I hope Chris Perez never watches this."

Harry covered his hand with his mouth to hide his grin. His girlfriend had a knack for talking about people she didn't know as if they were good friends.

Taking a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, he kissed Y/n's cheek. "I don't imagine anyone close to Selena is watching this."

Huffing, Y/n slumped back against Harry's side, angrily chewing popcorn. "I hate her," she grumbled, and he knew she wasn't talking about Selena.

Playing with a strand of her hair, he turned his attention back to the TV. "I know."

*.*

"¿Un accidente? ¿Fue un accidente?" Y/n all but shouted at the screen. Her brows were narrowed in an adorable glare, nose slightly crinkled in anger. "Are you kidding me? You shot her! In the back! Twice!"

Harry debated whether to intervene or stay seated on the couch. His hand reached for the bowl of popcorn in the meantime, taking a handful as he watched his girlfriend shout at Yolanda Saldivar.

"Lovey, maybe we should turn it off," he ended up saying.

Her head whipped around, her glare landing on Harry, though he knew it wasn't aimed at him. "Why?"

Why? he thought. Because you hate Yolanda and I'm not sure my arm can take anymore angry punches.

"You seem a little...heated?"

Y/n's eyes blazed. "Of course I'm heated! This whole thing is bullshit!"

Harry knew his girlfriend was passionate, it was one of the things he loved about her. And one thing Y/n happened to be passionate about was Selena Quintanilla Perez.

"I know that, and you know that, so why are we watching this?"

Y/n had sent numerous messages about the documentary in question when word first got out that it would be released. Fiery texts about how ridiculous it was that someone so horrible was making a documentary after all these years, about how no one would ever be stupid enough to take Yolanda's side, and so on. Harry, of course, was inclined to agree, but he also thought Y/n was merely ranting about the trailer. He didn't think they'd be sitting down to watch it. Honestly, he thought his girlfriend wouldn't have given it the time of day.

"I—I don't know, but I can't just not finish it," Y/n said. "I'm watching in protest."

Swallowing a laugh, Harry pulled his girlfriend back onto the couch. "Okay, then, lovey. Then sit down and let's finish it."

*.*

"Oh come on, Yolanda," Harry groaned, his voice nearly reaching Y/n's frustrated levels. "If all this evidence has been sitting in some storage unit for all these years, why is it only coming out now?"

Y/n was practically bouncing in her seat on the couch as the woman in question spoke. She shook Harry's shoulder with her hands, but he was used to it by now. This was a normal occurrence for any movie night.

"That's my point!" Y/n said. "She's evil. She'll be hard pressed to find an unbiased jury when it's time for her parole."

"You think she'll really be let out on parole?"

Y/n shrugged, her eyes on the television. "She'd probably be safer in solitary."

"Y/n!"

"What? It's the truth!"

*.*

"¡Bruja! ¡Mentirosa! Who the fuck is buying this? You admitted! ¡Me cago en la reputísima madre que te parió la reconcha de tu—"

"Aaand that's where we'll stop," Harry said, turning the TV off with a definitive click of the remote.

"Wha—Why? It's almost done!"

Harry ignored Y/n's protests and took her into his arms, taking her away from the TV and the couch and the popcorn, which she'd begun to throw at the screen in outrage. As he took the stairs up to their room, Y/n turned to begging, promising she'd behave and stop throwing popcorn, but Harry was having none of it.

"This is for your own good, lovey," he said. "It's not healthy to be angry like that."

"Oh, so I'm being irrational?"

Harry merely rolled his eyes. "Now you know I didn't say that."

"Well...You're...Put me down! I need to finish!"

"Not tonight, lovey."

Harry set Y/n on the bed gently. She crossed her arms and glared at him, but it was half-assed, and not entirely directed at her and still at Public Enemy Number One.

She gave him the silent treatment as they got ready for bed, but Harry knew it wouldn't last. His girlfriend had a short fuse, but the emphasis was on short. Y/n didn't stay mad for very long, she never had as long as he knew her. Harry gave it until he got to the second chapter of his book and the silent treatment would come to an end.

It took the third, but Harry smiled a little as Y/n held hos cheek in her hand and kissed the other. "I'm not gonna apologize for being angry," she said.

"I wouldn't expect you to. I know how you feel about Yolanda Saldivar."

Y/n hummed. "But, I apologize for the popcorn. And the excessive profanity. And for bruising your shoulder."

Setting his book down, Harry looked at his girlfriend, nothing but affection—and perhaps mild amusement—in his gaze. "It's okay. I hardly felt a thing."

"Liar," Y/n giggled. "But thank you for putting up with...I don't know, me, I guess."

Harry took that as his opportunity to kiss her properly. Y/n squeaked in surprise, cradling his face gingerly as he slotted his lips over hers. Laying her down properly on the bed, he hovered over her, his hand running along her bare thigh and up past her night gown. Because Y/n was the kind of woman who wore little nightgowns before bed.

That was how Harry knew she wasn't totally mad at him. She wore one of her shorter, more revealing ones. She had a couple that went down to her calves that weren't expressly for when she was pissed at Harry, but he knew—though the joke was on her, he thought she looked just as sexy in those.

Y/n wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, her arms twining around his neck as he kissed the shell of her ear, the curve of her jaw. "It's not 'putting up with,' lovey," he murmured. "You should know that by now. If anyone puts up with anyone in this relationship it's you."

Leaning up on her elbows, Y/n made Harry look her in the eye. "So we're both a little crazy. That's nothing new."

Harry just grinned down at his girl, admiring the soft look in her eyes, the amused arch of her brow, her swollen lips, and chest that breathed heavily. Y/n might have had a short temper, she might throw popcorn at the TV when it made her mad, and she might curse and hit him when she felt particularly outraged, but she put up with all of his quirks with a smile too, loved him for every single one. Harry took up most of their shared closet space—which he had a weird thing about color coding—he had a tendency to talk in his sleep, he had to sit on the same side of the couch and made Y/n move if she was sitting on it (though now she knew better), he often scraped the bottom of the rice pot into the sink before Y/n could save her favorite crunchy parts which drove her nuts, and he had the unfortunate habit of leaving the cap off his toothpaste.

And there was the whole no-privacy thing because of his job, but that wasn't much of a quirk.

"I'm cool with it if you are."

Y/n smiled. "So you'll watch part two with me?"

"Hell no. But I will support you if you decide to scream at Yolanda and her fucked up family through the TV a second time."

"You're gonna regret that," Y/n said as she began to run her hands down Harry's broad shoulders. "Selena. Morning and night. Every minute of every day."

"That's...not a threat, lovey."

Y/n pouted. "Shit, you're right. I'll...only speak Spanish around you so you never know what I'm saying."

Harry's grin widened as he leaned down to kiss her collarbone. "I don't think you realize how sexy you sound, even when you're cross with me. Or your arch nemesis, for that matter."

"Well then I'll—"

"Face it, lovey. There's very little you could use to threaten me," he said, dragging the words over her neck. "Now let me love on you a bit before bed."

"What if I said no?" she asked, even though they both knew she wouldn't. Y/n just liked to be contrary for the sake of it.

"Well that would just be cruel to the both of us, wouldn't it?"

Finally relenting, Y/n slumped back against the bed, bringing Harry with her. She held the back of his head, her grip firm as she brought his lips to hers once more. Harry hummed triumphantly against her mouth, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. They eventually found themselves tangled together, Harry on his back while he hugged Y/n close to his chest. One hand was buried deep in her hair while the other kept a steady grip on her waist. He already knew each little sound she made, each reaction burned time and time again into his mind. But he collected each sigh, each graze of teeth like it was the first time, savoring it like this would be his only opportunity to ever kiss her.

Infatuated. He was infatuated with her. He loved when Y/n was loud and bright and opinionated, and he loved when she was shy and demure and unsure of herself. He loved the way she said his name when she was exasperated by something he did, and he was obsessed with the way she sometimes started speaking in another language without realizing it. He loved the way she loved him, so confidently, so tenderly—he loved that each devouring kiss seemed to say that she was just as infatuated as he was, that he wasn't alone in these intense feelings.

"Love you, bubba," Y/n murmured, the words getting tangled in their kiss.

"Love you," he replied.

It was all there really was to say.

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

I can’t stop thinking of demon! Adam going through development and reaching the point of like,, doing something nice without anyone telling him to do it, purely for the sake of doing it. Something he never would have done before. Even if it’s something as small as sitting down with you while you’re watching your favorite movie or show and not shitting on it the whole time, just to keep you company. Or something like that. I dunno. I’m just a sucker for slow burn subtextual romance.

THAT, and the reader seeing his face beneath the mask, looking him the eyes, and smiling a little. Even if they say nothing. I feel like that would stick with him.

Exactly. Demon!Adam lives in my head rent free now. I know this weren't a request of sorts but I kinda wrote something for this

random ficlet below

Demon!Adam x GN!reader (Fluff)

DemonSinner!Adam is something that plays on my mind a lot. He still doesn’t believe in the whole redemption shit that Charlie is laying down but if it gets him a glimpse of seeing heaven again he is willing to try.

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Adam was bored and needed something to do that would put off the inevitable “therapy” session with Lucifer’s brat later. So that must be why he finds himself outside your room. He knocks lightly on your door. You didn’t answer, he knocked again louder this time. Still no answer. So he opens the door and peers in.

“Hey errr (Y/n) Charlie asked me to check on you.” A blatant lie but he won’t tell you that.

He sees you’re watching TV.

“Huh? What no shitty nickname this time?” You mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn. Adam walks over and flops down on the couch next to you.

“Oh yeah, nah I didn’t really feel like it.” He grabs a handful of your popcorn.

You quirk a brow.

“Also Charlie said nooo giving nicknames to people that demean them and also who don’t want it and people were given names to be used blah blah blah.” He shoves the popcorn into his mouth. “So what are we watchin?”

“I'm watching a movie I really like so if you're staying either shut up or fuck off.” You sink back into your blanket cocoon.

*10 minutes later*

“What the fuck! This guy clearly likes her but she goes for the other bozo. Is she blind . . . . as well as ya know hot.”

You choke on your drink. You didn’t think that this would be his kinda thing but here he was emotionally invested in the film you had picked. You had really wanted to just wallow in your depression by binge watching trashy romcoms but what was really making you feel better was watching the ‘dickmaster’ himself rooting for the underdog to open up about his feelings to the lead woman.

You go to grab some popcorn but see the bowl is empty.

“Gotta pause.” You go to stand but he stops you.

“I got this.” He hides the good deed by quickly saying “And I need to piss anyway.” You pass him the bowl.

“Not in the popcorn I hope.” You rearrange yourself back in your blanket burrito.

“HAA, You nasty but don’t watch without me. Coz that is a dick move.”

“You know all about those.” You mutter into the blanket. But Adam had gone to the hotel kitchen to make popcorn.

You chose to scroll on your phone until he got back. There were a few messages but you didn’t really feel like answering them. You flop on your side. You can always move when he came back.

While you waited in silence for Adam. You think back on how he really was getting better. After seeing him slowly open up to Charlie’s ideas and seeing that he can be a good guy when it suits him. You smile to yourself.

Your door slams open.

“Okay I’m back bitch.”

Nevermind looks like he has thrown up his walls again.

He lays out the armful of snacks and the bowl of popcorn that looks way bigger than the bowl he left with. He sees you on your side.

“You comfy down there?”

You groan and slowly sit up again. He sits back down but wraps an arm around you and hugs you into his side and nothing more.

“Okay we can continue now.” He grabs the popcorn and rests it on his lap.

You set the movie going again and snuggle just a little bit closer. For popcorn reasons of course not that Adam was nice and warm and you felt safe next to him.

“Clearly she don’t know a good thing when she sees it.” You pipe up after about three minutes into the film again. You had seen this film so many times but there was one scene that always brought out annoyance in you.

“Right!! She needs to open her eyes this guy clearly loves her for who they are and not some fake ass bs that other . . . what?” Adam stops mid-sentence looking down at you resting against his chest.

You blink a few times before realising you are staring “Huh oh nothing.”

You focus back on the screen in front of you.

The climatic end of the film was approaching and the main lead were confessing their love and as the credits role you can here someone crying. You glance up and see Adam wiping away tears.

“You okay.” You sit up and reach for the tissues on the table to hand them to him.

“What!!! I’m fine. Of course I’m fiiiine. Shut up bitch.” He grabs the tissue box from you.

“If it helps I cried the first time I watched this movie.” You wrap the blankets tighter around yourself.

“I . . . ah . . shit.” He saw you curling further in on yourself. He feels guilt crawling into his stomach. “Sorry, I’m . . .Ugh. Look I’m bad at these feel your feelings crap that Charlie spouts. But it was a good film and yeah I cried but . . .”

“It don’t make you any less of a man.”

“Yeeeah I know. Of course I know. I’m the first man.”

“Huh back to that are we.” You bump shoulders with him, making him laugh.

He pulls you back into his side “So what are we watching now?”

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I really didn't mean for this to be as long as it was. I'm sorry

[m00nh1gh]

Planet Girl

Han x Lee Know x fem reader

Han is ur bf and Minho is his best friend.

Contains: Masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, degradation, praise, slapping, mentions of choking, teasing, spitting (porn with little to no plot).

Word count: 5.8k...

You were currently hanging out at your boyfriend's house, watching a movie. You were snuggled up to him under a big fluffy blanket and you had been cuddling like this for a while now.

It was hard for you to focus on the movie as it was boring and Jisung's phone was right up in your face, while he was texting his best friend Minho. 

You read the messages lazily, though quickly realizing he was coming over for another movie marathon. You didn't mind anyway, he was a chill guy and he could easily set a bright mood to anyone.

Jisung turned his phone off before throwing it somewhere on the couch and he gave you a kiss on your head. Once he was sure his phone was God knows where, he put his arm back around your waist, his thumb making circles on the fabric of his shirt (which you were wearing).

You stayed like this for a moment, until you heard an old man's voice yelling behind you.

You both screamed, definitely startled by the sound, also wondering if you were going to get killed tonight.

But no, as you turned around, you only saw Minho laughing his ass off. You heard Jisung sigh and he hit his best friend in the shoulder.

"That was pure evil!

- I just had to do it.

- You're unbelievable. What's up?"

As Minho made his way to the other couch, you three made conversation for a while. Nobody was paying attention to the movie that was playing, but when the credits started showing up you just turned the TV off. There was no way you'd stay watching movies for a few other hours.

"Is something wrong?

- I'm not watching any other movies for the next month," you dramatically sighed and laid back down, almost crushing Jisung under you.

"Get off of me!

- Why?

- You're taking way too much space on my couch.

- Minho, can I lay on you?

- Huh?

- What?

- Yeah, sure," he didn't seem bothered by your question, in contrary to Jisung, who had his mouth slightly opened and his brows were furrowed.

You patted your boyfriend's shoulder and kissed his cheek, sending him a closed mouth smile as you stood up, walking to Minho who was just watching the scene before his eyes.

You wrapped your arms around his neck before sitting on his lap, your legs were on the couch's armrest. You immediately smiled and laid your head on his shoulder when you felt him holding you.

"Bro, the fuck.

- Ji, come get your girlfriend.

- No, Ji, don't. Min's lap is way more comfortable than yours."

You knew what you were doing and Jisung did too, so you didn't have to worry about hurting his feelings. You both knew you were just horny and that was why you acted that way. As you both made long eye contact, none of you wanting to break it, the room suddenly fell silent and Minho just had the urge to know what was going on, feeling he was the only one not knowing.

"Is something going on?

- Are you up for a threesome?" Jisung asked, not taking his gaze away from yours.

"With who?

- Us," this time it was you answering. For a second, Minho forgot how to breathe and he thought about your suggestion while he tightened his hold around you.

"Sure," he simply said, not even having an ounce of emotion in his voice. 

If you two were both comfortable with it, why wouldn't he try? He had always thought having a threesome could be fun, so trying it out with his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend had to be the best people to do it with, as you knew each other very well and to be honest, he found the both of you pretty hot.

Minho didn't have the time to say or ask anything else, because you started planting little kisses along his jaw and his neck. Jisung stood up, also picking up his phone and he walked over to you two, giving a gentle squeeze to one of your thighs.

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom."

You nodded and waited for a kiss, he understood and gave you a quick one on the lips. As much as you wanted it to go on for longer, Jisung pulled away, gave you a wink and walked to his bedroom as he stated earlier.

You turned back to Minho, who was still holding you on his lap and he gave you a sweet smile, which clearly didn't match with the look in his eyes, but you couldn't decipher what it was.

"You sure you wanna do this?

- Are you?

- I'm more than sure. Jisung is, too. We've talked about this before, so no need to worry about doing anything wrong.

- Good," you felt him rub his hands on your hip, you felt how delicate they were and it gave you shivers, just as much as when Jisung did the same to you.

You slowly leaned in, unsure if it was okay for you to kiss him, but then right when you closed your eyes, you felt his lips on yours. You could tell he was as experienced as your boyfriend, he seemed highly relaxed as his hands kept travelling on your hip, then your thigh. His kiss was soft as first, then he gently bit your bottom lip and you let out a small whimper. He only scoffed and let you brush your tongue along his. Your arms made their way around his neck and you soon found yourself pulling him closer.

You didn't think he'd actually be into this threesome shit but his moves proved you wrong when he started tugging on the waistband of your shorts, teasing you and making you flustered. Right when you pulled away due to your confidence having completely went away, he planted kisses along your neck, his breath against your skin making you shiver. 

"Let's go to the bedroom," you managed to whisper, sliding your hands along his shoulders as your head tilted sideways to give his lips more space to cover.

He hummed in agreement, slowly pulled away and you took his hands as you stood up from your seat, making him follow your lead. Right when you stood in front of each other, it only took you a few seconds of eye contact before throwing yourself on him, making your lips connect once more but with even more hunger for each other than before. You were getting comfortable and it showed with every move you made on your way to the bedroom, in which Jisung was patiently waiting for you both.

Minho was the first one to enter the room, as he was walking backwards. You hadn't even realized he was the one leading you over to the bed before you both fell onto it, you landing on top of him.

You were still pretty much devouring each other, your hands were firmly holding onto his cheeks and your back arched while you slowly grinded on his lap. You then felt your hair being tossed to the side of your head, then hands going under your shirt and another pair of lips on your neck. You couldn't help but to pull away and let out a quiet moan when Jisung's hands found their way to your boobs and gently massaged them. His tongue against your neck made your skin go hot and Minho was now also exploring your whole body with his hands. You were at both their disposal and it made you need them even more.

Since your boyfriend was right behind you, it stopped you from moving your hips the same way you did before and you couldn't do anything to release the tension that was slowly becoming unbearable over time.

"Please just fuck me."

Jisung's lips left your neck at this resquest and you opened your eyes for the first time ever since you had landed on top of Minho. Your boyfriend's hands trailed down your upper body to stop on your hips and when you looked down, Minho was watching you with amusement. Although by only looking at his face you would've thought he was completely unphazed by this whole situation, his hard dick against your shorts betrayed his looks of relaxation.

"Just be patient, will you? Let us have some more fun first," Jisung said in a low voice, really close to your ear. You had the urge to do something - anything - to feel some friction, at least to feel closer to the both of them, but you stopped yourself from doing so. 

You could only whine at his response and Minho scoffed before lifting himself up so he would be face level with you. His hands were rested on your thighs right under Jisung's.

"How about we start with a little teasing, mmh? Wouldn't you like that?" You usually hated when people talked to you as if you were a little princess of some sort, but when Minho and Jisung did it, it made you incredibly horny. You wanted them to speak to you as if you were a mere object to them, or even just the most fragile woman ever. 

You wanted them to fully disrespect you, to call you names. No matter how embarrassed they would make you, it would only make you wetter and it made you ashamed to even think about it. 

But could you really control yourself when you're turned on? Absolutely not.

"No, just shove your dick in my mouth," you blurted out and they both immediately laughed at this.

"You're such a whore," Jisung stood next to you now, instead of behind you. "Come here."

You didn't wait to be asked twice and you were already on your feet in front of Jisung, right before being pushed back on the bed, but now you were the one laying on your back and Jisung was on top of you.

"You're not to decide what we'll do with you. The only thing your little bitchass mouth should do is obey to what we tell you to do. Understood?"

Oh how you loved seeing this side of him. You couldn't argue anymore and only nodded, squeezing your thighs together.

"Min, keep her legs open. I don't want her to pleasure herself yet.

- Jisung, please…

- Listen to your boyfriend and maybe we'll do something about all this," your whole body shivered when Minho slipped a finger in your panties to then slide his finger from around your hole up to your clit, spreading your lube all over your vulva. You moaned at this and then he immediately removed his finger.

He showed his now wet finger to the both of you and Jisung took it in his mouth to suck it off, making sure you could see how his tongue moved around Minho's finger. Once again, Minho didn't seem to react much to it, but you very much did. 

The view was so lewd to you, your boyfriend sucking off his best friend's finger which was under your panties right before that. You wanted to taste it too, but you were bound to only respond to what they told you, so you only watched and hoped they would touch you again.

When Minho took his finger out of Jisung's mouth, he made sure to drag it down Jisung's chin so that saliva was on it. You could see his head just above your boyfriend's shoulder, he was looking right at you with his eyes even darker than usually, if that was ever possible.

"Ji, let's let her take her shirt off. The poor girl looks like she's about to melt.

- Right, let's do that."

"Finally," you thought. You mentally cheered when Jisung took a hold of the hem of your shirt and he slowly lifted it up, until it was at your head and he waited for you to lift yourself up a little to completely take it off.

You weren't wearing a bra, so your boobs were at once exposed to them. Weirdly enough, you felt insecure. You guessed that was only what the effect having the both of them all over you did to you. You still hid them with your arms and they looked at you with fake pity.

"Aww, are we getting shy, now? Don't be, dear.

- You know we can't do anything if you don't make yourself completely at our disposal," Jisung pouted at you.

Taken over by embarrassment, you left your boobs to instead hide your face. Your eyes were tightly shut and you were breathing heavily. You heard some shuffling and you also felt Jisung getting up for a little moment before coming back to you and pressing his now bare chest on yours. You knew his face was less than inches away from yours, as you felt his slow and steady breathing hitting your arms.

There was some more shuffling from behind and then the matress sunk a little more. You guessed Minho was on the bed too, but you couldn't guess where.

"Please look at me, baby."

You did as told and slowly removed your arms from your face. Your eyes were still shut though and it took you some more courage to open them up. 

You didn't know why he had so much more effect on you tonight, but when you saw the familiarity of his brown and loving eyes, you remembered how attractive and affectionate your boyfriend was. There was no place for insecurity with him, and you knew it.

"Let me pleasure you first. Okay?"

You nodded and then he smiled at you sweetly before leaning in and kissing you. Of course you kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. His hands that were previously rested on your waist now started to lightly trail down your body and you felt one of them tug on the waistband of your shorts.

As Jisung kissed and teased you, Minho laid next to you two, one hand lifting his head up. Only observing you both satisfied him and he would occasionally stroke your curves. He would watch how your and Jisung's tongue sometimes brushed against each other, how your chests moved in sync. How your hips would slowly lift up and then go back down with Jisung's. You were almost one body and he felt hypnotized by it.

Jisung opened back his eyes to look at Minho while he was still kissing you. He gestured for him to come closer and so he did. Jisung stopped the kiss and looked at your now swollen lips with a satisfied grin.

"Relax for now, Y/n."

As Minho took Jisung's place above you, the latter went in between your legs after having sled your shorts and then your panties off. You were dripping wet, he could tell you had been like this for a while too.

He leaned in to kiss your clit and then he lightly brushed his tongue over it, making you react against Minho's mouth. It was obviously muffled, since you were already kissing Minho. Jisung continued a bit more teasing, only touching your clit for less than a second before pulling away each time. He decided to slide a finger across your vulva, getting as much lubricant as he could on it. He then looked at it and with his wet finger he spread it on his thumb to finally watch the sticky fluids connect together as he separated his fingers.

As Minho massaged your boobs and eventually started pinching your nipples, you were getting worked up and Jisung noticed that. He judged you'd waited enough already and finally but slowly started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You were already moaning due to Minho's hands, but now you got louder when your boyfriend touched you like that.

His thumb was quickly replaced with his tongue which slid down your lips and sometimes teased your hole. Then he'd come back up to draw circles on your clit. He'd also suck, his hands placing themselves on your hips to keep you still. If he didn't do that, you'd be moving too much and Jisung wanted to have control over you.

Minho broke the kiss and a string of saliva connected both your lips. It eventually also broke when he went a little more down your body to go fumble with your boobs. He took one of them in his mouth and used the tip of his tongue to tease your nipple, which combined with Jisung eating you out made you a mess.

You would say things like "Yes, just like that," "Please," or "Fuck" from time to time when the stimulation got even better and eventually Jisung inserted one finger in you. You hid your face once again with one of your arms and Minho got up from you, placing himself next to Jisung who was watching your reactions closely. Minho rubbed your clit gently as Jisung fingered you and they both got satisfied once you started breathing heavier and your back arched. 

Your free hand was stimulating your boobs as the two boys were occupied somewhere else. You didn't think how good it would feel to have a threesome, but now that you had a taste of it, you never wanted it to end. You loved how harsh and gentle they both could be and how incredibly hot it was to see them play with your body.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" They both intently looked at you as their hands kept ruining you.

You only nodded, arching your back again to physically show how great you felt under them. They both stopped in their movements and you finally looked at them.

"Use words, are you enjoying yourself?" Minho demanded, making you feel so humiliated. You wanted to cry due to his hard stare burning you, but you only obeyed and answered with a shy "Yes."

"My good girl," Jisung kissed your inner thigh and inserted a second finger in you. He knew it was hard for you to adjust to it, so it took a little while for him to slide it all in. Minho also waited for you to get accommodated to it and only restarted occupying you when Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you a few times already.

Eventually, the sight of you squirming and moaning and panting, completely naked and ready to be destroyed made his cock hurt in his pants since he was growing harder and harder as time passed. Since it was getting tight in there, he stopped his movements and came closer to you.

"Sweetheart, I'm starting to get a bit impatient. Can you help me with that?" He guided your hands to his bulge and you felt his dick through the fabric. You also took the time to study his hand that was over yours. His veins showed so much at this time, they went all the way up to just above his wrist. You thought that if you happened to have a needle with you, they'd even pop only at the sight of it.

He had two rings on his fingers and his hand looked overall so soft but rough at the same time. You felt the need to touch his veins, but instead you massaged his dick which made him sigh and relax. His hand then left yours and he used it to pass it through his hair. 

"You heard him, Y/n. Be a good girl and jerk him off for us," Jisung curled his fingers in you and kept hitting something in you that felt incredibly good, though you couldn't tell what it was exactly.

You carefully undid the knot that was made on Minho's sweatpants and when it was done, he took them off along with his boxers. It did take him a while to take them off though, he saw how impatient you got and he knew you were anticipating. So when all his clothes were off and you could finally see all of it, it was enough to almost send you over the edge. The fact Jisung was still going hard with you made it difficult for you to concentrate any more, but you still traced your index finger along Minho's dick.

It wasn't abnormally big, maybe a little above average. You felt small veins on it when your fingers lightly stroked it, and then you approached yourself to spit on the tip. You first shyly licked his tip, then when you heard shaky breaths from him you took him all in your mouth.

You weren't used to deepthroating, but you wanted to do it for some reason. With the pleasure from Jisung's fingers all at once fingering you and rubbing on you, you moaned around Minho's dick, which sent vibrations to him.

"Fuck, please do this again," he took a hold of the back of your head, making you stay like this a little more. You moaned again, since Jisung went harder on you with Minho's request. You knew that after this, your pussy would be a whole lot swollen.

When he let go of your head to grab your hair, you started sucking his dick like you'd normally do with Jisung. You'd use your hand to jerk what you couldn't reach with your mouth and you also used your tongue, like a lot. Over time, you knew exactly what would make the best reactions out of your boyfriend and when you did the same things to Minho, he was soon throwing his head back and whimpering.

Jisung's erection hurt so much when he looked at the view of you sucking his best friend off. At that point he didn't even know who he wanted to be, since the both of you had as much effect on him. He inserted a third and last finger in you, once again making sure it doesn't hurt too much. He then continued using his tongue on your clit.

Maybe it was everything all at once, but you quickly came to your high after that third finger Jisung had slid into you. You pulled away from Minho, unable to function anymore and you threw your head back, the pleasure consuming you. You moaned Jisung's name as he helped you with your orgasm.

You thought he'd stop once you'd calm down, but as he kept on rubbing your clit, you quickly became overestimulated and tears filled up your eyes.

"Jisung, please…

- Don't leave Minho hanging like that, darling. Keep going."

You let out a sob of desperation and only continued pumping Minho's cock. He brushed some hair off your face as you did so and he watched as tears of overstimulation fell down your cheeks. He wished you had worn mascara at this moment, too bad you didn't have any makeup on.

"You're doing so good right now, sweetheart. Keep crying like this and I might have to cum on your face.

- Yes, fuck, please do that," you begged as you felt a second orgasm building up.  That was just how skilled Jisung was with both his hands and his mouth, he could make you cum however many times he'd wish. You went faster with jerking Minho off and you saw how his breathing went faster when you did so.

You kept going and he started whimpering out incoherent sentences. Maybe begs, maybe praise, you didn't exactly know but the sound of his voice sent you over the edge for the second time and you came around Jisung's fingers. At the sight of you, Minho reached his own high and came on your hand. He was a panting mess, his hair hid most of his eyes and his lips were parted. His cum wasn't so hot on your hand as your skin was burning already, but the sight of it made you want to lick it all off.

What you didn't expect was for Jisung to join you two and take your hand to his mouth to lick it off himself. He then brought his own hand to Minho's mouth, who opened it a little more to let Jisung's fingers in. They intensely made eye contact and you felt even hotter if that was even possible.

You took this free time to get behind Jisung and you slid his shorts off along with his underwear with one hand. Since he was on his knees, you couldn't take them completely off, but he helped you by raising his legs so you could do it as he was still tasting Minho's cum on your hand.

You knew that now there wasn't anything else on your fingers, so you took them out of his mouth to then start jerking him off with that hand from behind him. He immediately moaned and laid the back of his head on your shoulder. Minho took this opportunity to take Jisung's fingers out of his mouth and he went to kiss and lightly bite his neck. He also went up to his jawline and down to his collarbone, basically tasting every inch of free skin he had.

His hands explored his body and Jisung almost saw stars. Your hands worked wonders and Minho's mouth made him feel even hotter. His fingers burned his skin and he didn't think he would forget the way he touched him anytime soon. Oh how he loved being bisexual.

You turned Jisung's head towards yours and you kissed. You had never seen your boyfriend this submissive before, but it made you feel some type of way. His whimpers directly entered your mouth as you were kissing and you went faster at pumping his dick. Minho also helped you by playing with his balls, making him completely unable to function properly.

Your previously free hand went pinching one of his hard nipples and Minho went sucking the other one, making eye contact with you. They had some sort of sparkle in them and you somehow couldn't look away from him. 

"Plea…se, I'm gonna cum…" Jisung panted and arched his back. You went even faster, but right when he got worked up you suddenly let go of his dick. Minho figured out what you were doing and pulled away from your boyfriend, looking at him mockingly.

"Well well, would you look at that," Minho said with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Who's the whore now, Ji?" You asked, sweetly whispering to his ear.

"Please make me cum, I'm begging. I can't take it anymore," he was bucking his hips to find any friction he could get.

"You look so pathetic right now," Minho ran his finger along Jisung's dick, making him whimper even more.

"Whose whore are you?

- Yours, I'm your whore," Jisung practically moaned out his answer and Minho put his hand around Jisung's base.

Minho went even faster than you at pumping Jisung, and soon Jisung was even more of a moaning and whimpering mess. He kept begging for you both and soon he came on his stomach and Minho's hand.

"That's a good boy," Minho praised, helping Jisung go down his orgasm.

Once he had calmed down, you stopped stroking his hair because it was now your turn to have fingers in your mouth. Although you didn't like the taste of cum, you made sure to swallow it all, since Minho was looking at you with expecting eyes and you didn't want to displease him.

When he took his fingers out of your mouth, you showed him you had swallowed every drop of cum he had wanted you to take. He sweetly tapped your cheek and sent you a praising smile.

"Now let's take care of you again," Minho announced, which made Jisung turn around and guide you down on the bed, suddenly regaining his confidence.

He went back up after having made you lay on your back and both men were looking at you from both sides.

"What should we do with her?" Jisung asked his friend, briefly looking at him.

"How about we tie her up?

- Sure, let me grab something for that."

As Jisung had regained his confidence, you had lost all of yours at that point. You knew that Jisung was going to get the same red ribbon you guys used sometimes when you felt like it and you subconsciously squeezed your thighs together. 

As you thought, he did come back with the ribbon and two condoms. You smiled at that and he threw one at Minho, who effortlessly caught it. As they both unwrapped it, they made sure they weren't perforated and when they saw they weren't, they put them on. Then Jisung went to tie your arms together above your head and Minho stretched two fingers into you to see if you were still loose or if they had to prepare you a little more.

"She's still loose and dripping, listen," Minho quickly fingered you, which made some wet sounds. That wasn't the only sound this produced, you also obviously started moaning, since it had been a few minutes already since you hadn't had anyone fingering you and you were still sensitive.

"Damn, I'm surprised you still want us after those two orgasms. Must be good to have two guys all over you, huh?" Jisung teased, as he made sure the knot he made with the ribbon would restrain you but would not be too painful. 

"I want both of you in me," you requested and Minho took his fingers out of you.

"Who's starting?" He asked.

"Do it, I'm gonna watch," Jisung said and came sitting behind you, placing your head on his stomach. Your tied hands rested on his shoulder.

"Hope you're ready for this, sweetheart."

He positioned himself so that his dick would be aligned with your hole and with his hand he pushed himself in, slowly. Only the tip made you react and you whimpered. Jisung reassuringly stroked your arms and said how well you were doing.

At some point Minho was all the way in you and he went over you so that he could make direct eye contact while he'd be fucking you. His necklace was hanging between you two and at first you focused on it, but then Minho lifted your chin up with his index.

"Look at me baby, I wanna see your pretty eyes."

And so you looked into his eyes and he started thrusting in you. At first he was slow, but as time passed he went faster and faster, to eventually become straight up rough with you. Jisung was occupying your boobs and Minho was still intensely looking at you as he destroyed your pussy.

Your moans quickly became Minho's name and it only made him go faster in you. From time to time he would slap your thighs and grip then harshly when you tried to squeeze them around him until he simply put one of your legs over his shoulder and lifted himself up so he would hit your g-spot better. You wanted to hold onto something, but the ribbon restrained you so you couldn't do anything to stop your oversensitivity. 

Minho was also pretty vocal, as he often grunted, whimpered or whispered some random curse word. Jisung occasionally would slap your tits when you were too agitated to his liking and it would make you let out desperate whines. 

"You take me so well, it shows you've been doing this often," Minho told you as he went faster into you. Maybe he didn't want to show it, but you could guess he was about to cum when he bit his lip and concentrated on where you two were connected.

His thrusts became sloppy and incoherent and soon he let out shaky breaths that almost sounded like some more whimpers. You felt his cum spilling in the condom and you guessed he was done with you. He slowed down and eventually pulled out of you, still panting and he brushed his hair out of his face, still looking at your pussy. He gave it a light slap that made you jump and with that he looked up to Jisung.

"Finish up for me, I'm gonna go take a shower," he announced, giving you a quick peck on the lips and winking at Jisung before grabbing his clothes from the floor and walking out of the room.

Jisung placed your head on a pillow and went between your legs, easily sliding into you and immediately going rough on you, wrapping a hand around your neck. He didn't press too hard, since he knew that would be dangerous. 

"You looked like you forgot I was your boyfriend earlier, that kind of made me upset. Sorry darling, but I'm not gonna go easy on you. Open up."

You opened your mouth and he spit on your tongue, some saliva dripping down your lips. When he did, you swallowed and rolled your eyes back. You loved how he was disrespecting you and if it meant he was going to do this each time, you would start making him jealous more often.

"It's not my fault Minho was so good with me. He's really skilled, you know," you dared say, knowing it would annoy him a little.

He slapped your cheek with the hand that was previously around your neck. He then thrusted deeper and harder into you, with a visible frown on his face.

"Say that again and I'm letting you finish alone. I knew you were a bitch but not that much. You're actually pathetic."

You moaned at that and the sting on your cheek felt better than it hurt. You already felt you were going to come soon, so you asked him to continue going fast.

"I'm gonna cum soon too, wait a little longer for me," Jisung commanded, his hands were on both sides of your head on the pillow and he leaned in to roughly kiss you. His chest pressed against yours and once again you became one. You were both moaning into the kiss and sometimes you couldn't even close your mouth, overtaken by pleasure.

"Ji, I'm gonna cum, please.

- Do it. Cum around me."

And so you did. Your whole body shook as he still went fast and hard in you, his orgasm coming soon after you. He moaned your name out and you both rode out of your orgasm. Once he pulled out of you and untied your hands, he laid his head on your chest and you played with his hair, trying to get your breath back.

You heard the door open and Minho came in all dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at both of you with soft eyes.

"Let's do this more often," you finally announced, and they both agreed to it before you and Jisung went to the bathroom, Minho waited for you in the living room.

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I'm sorry if this was badly written

[nonotnolan]

Summer Break Dullahans

I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon.  The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started.  So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me?  I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile.  I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe?  I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.

No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head!  I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears.  I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands.  “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip.  “I don’t need help from you.”

I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise.  He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up.  “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position.  “What happened to you, anyway?”

“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me.  “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword.  Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body!  He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.”  Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said.  Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.  

Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant.  He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe.  Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant.  He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day.  Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.

Or, we used to, at any rate.  The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life.  It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that.  And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.

“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly.  “Fuckin’ look at me, bro.  I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now.  You wish you could be a man like me!”  He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed.  “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric.  You don’t gotta act so modest on my account.  I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said.  “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did.  Nice sword, by the way.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop.  There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant.  “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving.  I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow.  And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.”  He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows.  Well, most of a figure, at any rate.  A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.

“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt.  Desire.  Longing.  Lust.  Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine.  The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be.  Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do.  A primal, animalistic Need.  And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt.  I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben.  If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.

I was utterly entranced.  I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts.  “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me.  “I know you, Eric.  You think too much.  If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him.  Fuck that shit.  This is all or nothing.  You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”

He knew me far too well.  I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me.  Did I want it that badly?  Would I be able to live with myself afterward?  My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.  

I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck.  He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing.  I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground.  I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.

“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?”  I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit.  The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils.  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me.  I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.

“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on.  If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now.  Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.

I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror.  Can you blame me?  You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would  just assume that I had used tanning spray.  Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.

A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally.  No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds.  Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

Context: @bengiyo made a hypothetical queer cinema syllabus for a hypothetical baby gay to watch. I said "fuck it I'll do it," and he said "dear god, there are so many movies on here, pick three from each section" and I said "absolutely not, I shall watch them all. And here i am I think over a year later and only four sections in. Anyway I am working my way through Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley right now which is:

Bent (1997), Strange Fruit (2004),Boys Don’t Cry (1999), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Parting Glances (1986),Philadelphia (1993), The Living End (1992), Holding the Man (2015), Jeffrey (1995), and Boys on the Side (1995).

Today I will be talking about

Jeffrey (1995) dir. Christopher Ashley

[Run Time: 1:33, Available: Tubi, Google TV; Language: English]

Summary: A poignant romantic comedy about the quest for love and intimacy in the age of AIDS. A story of a thirtyish gay actor/waiter who decides to become celibate...the risk of AIDS has taken all the joy from sex.

Cast: 

Steven Weber as Jeffrey, main character

Michael T Weiss as Steve Howard, love interest

Patrick Steward as Sterling. Jeffrey’s friend

Bryan Batt as Darius, Sterling’s boyfriend

Content warning: this film very much has some costuming choices and lines that do not age well

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I love seeing how movies handle matters of grief, and all the little ways the world continues to turn even as you feel like your life has tilted on an axis. I feel like Jeffery does a really great job of showing this kind of push and pull. It is simultaneously absurdity, the comedy, the pain, it’s all there, and it’s real, and I think it balanced it well without ever tipping over the edge in to something so sad as to move me to tears. Which, I think is the point because this is very much listed as a romantic comedy and I am inclined to agree, at least with the comedy part because this film was very funny. 

And it was fun. 

It was so much fun to watch! 

This film is based off of a play and thus the structure of the film is wonky, it’s disjointed, motifs in some ways, it breaks fourth walls left and right, it spirals in to dance numbers and jeopardy style fantasy all the time, and you can tell that the people making this movie had a really really great time doing so. It was bright, it was vibrant, it was full of life. 

And coming to the end of this movie, it makes so much sense, the intentionality behind the ridiculousness of its scenes, the vibrancy of its sets, the colors and the characters. The intentionality behind the seriousness of it too. The fight between Steve and Jeffrey out front of Steve’s apartment, the conversation between Sterling and Jeffrey in the hospital after Darius died. This is a movie about living. Living despite. 

Jeffrey is terrified of HIV/AIDS. So terrified that he goes from fucking as many people as he can to abstaining from sex altogether. So terrified that he pushes away a man that he has hit it off really well with after finding out he’s HIV positive. So terrified that he is going to sublet his apartment and run away back to Wisconsin to hide from it all. Jeffrey is afraid of death, he is afraid of sickness, he is afraid. So much of this unit has been about what we lost to AIDS. The people we lost, the loves we lost, the memories we lost. And while losing loved ones is a part of this film as well, that is not its primary message. Jeffrey focuses on the life that Jeffery lost, the love, the memories he never made because of fear. He hurt Steve time and time again, he didn’t (or wasn’t going to) march in Pride, he yearned desperately for sex but would not engage in it in any form because he was scared of getting AIDS, and he was scared of losing people to it too. 

I feel like “it is better to have loved and lost than to never to have loved at all” is an appropriate quote when it comes to the thesis of this film. Though I might tweak it to something more like… “it is better to live with loss than to never live at all.” 

gif by @ballumville

This film is listed as a comedy, and something that I personally find absolutely crucial to good comedy is sincerity and seriousness. I do not want comedies to be funny all the way through, I much prefer when a comedy reminds you that it knows the world we live in and finds laughter in it anyway. Because that feels so much truer to life. Jeffry, Darius, and Sterling are at yet another memorial, and they are cruising, and it is not that they aren’t sad to lose another person, but there are just so many men there. Jeffrey, Darius, and Sterling are at yet another memorial and Darius and Sterling insult the choice in music, start to talk about Darius’ inevitable death and Jeffrey doesn’t want to hear it. Jeffrey, Darius, and Sterling are at yet another memorial and Darius and Sterling adorn fancy grieving hats they have stolen from the coatroom to lighten the prayer. 

Grief is learning someone you love has died, and the timer for the oven going off because your lunch is ready. Grief is learning someone died while you are wearing a sweater with In Dog Years I’m Dead printed on it. Grief is learning someone died, and still going to the dinner you planned to have with a friend. Death is terrible and absurd, and lives are changed in an instant, and you can’t stop your roommate from making a joking “everyone still alive?” comment when everyone is very much not. Death is terrible and absurd, and like Jeffrey you go to the hospital to visit a friend, and you have a conversation with them for a full five minutes before he tells you his partner died half an hour ago. Death is terrible and absurd and you are able to cry but the ghost of your friend comes to visit in his CATS costume and tells you everything will be fine.

Jeffrey is scared to have sex, he is scared to acquire HIV, he is scared to lose those he loves to the disease. And he strains against the confines he’s put himself in, all these old parts of himself slipping hands through the bars of their cage. But Jeffrey has trapped himself in a hell of his own design and he’s slapped the label AIDS overtop of it and resigned himself to a boring, meaningless existence away from his life and his friends and all the potential lovers he might find because of his fear. 

This film was funny, it gave you as many reprieves as it could, it held resolute in its sincerity when it needed to, and eased up on the gas before things could go to far. It was funny, it was whimsical, I had a lovely time seeing all the little ways they took a stage play and adapted it for the big screen. I lost my mind at how many truly phenomenal, A-list actors were in this film, most in small guest roles. I’m talking: Sigourney Weaver, Kathy Najimy, Nathan Lane, Christine Baranski, and quite a few more. 

I had a great time watching this film, I loved it alot. Mother Teresa smoking a cigarette and playing piano and all. 

Favorite Moment 

God there were so many good ones. I think my favorite moment is actually the scene during Pride with the newscaster, all these gays crowding around him as he tries to give his report. Getting interrupted by Steve and Sean and Sterling and Darius, the narrative to get straight to the point of Jeffrey’s character in that moment by having the reporter ask Jeffrey what he planned to do during Gay Pride and to have him answer “I’m running” (fucking brilliant), and then of course the moment to end all moments. Sterling telling the newscaster that Angelique was going to get her penis removed after Pride, and seeing her mother proudly exclaim “it’s coming right off!” 

It was such a tight and effective way to show the dynamics of the main characters, how much life and excitement Darius had in being on the news in that moment, the way that Jeffrey was standing apart from everyone else, that he was described as someone who ‘could be anyone’, that he was so visibly outside of the celebrations.

Favorite Quote

“Of course life sucks. It always will. So why not make the most of it? How DARE you not lunge for any shred of happiness?"

A strong contender for my favorite scene of the film, I really loved the push and pull of the scenes with the clergyman. Nathan Lane is a brilliant performer, as is Steven Weber and it is really fun watching moments where you stick two talented people in a room together and let them just cook with gas. I have probably said it too many times at this point that there is a very smart balance between comedy and drama in this film, and the entire scene between these two is one of the clearest examples of that. This line is said to Jeffrey by the Catholic priest as they leave the confessional where the priest has just been talking about how God is in musicals. And Jeffrey is just “what about”ing his way to the endless, miserable spiral of a man who cannot see the joy that rests just beyond his fear. 

I love this line because as someone who has had a non-zero number of lows in their life, I have gotten through those periods of fear, of doubt, of misery by reaching for the smallest joys. In some of my worst bouts of stress, depression, whatever I kept a journal where I forced myself for months, just before bed to write three things I was grateful for that I had experienced that day. So that I might end my day on a positive, and so that I might look back when I needed to to see that no day is wholly good or wholly bad. 

So I appreciate seeing characters get beat over the head with something preachy like that, like grabbing for scraps of happiness wherever they are. 

Score 

9/10 

There were so many great moments, there were so many beautiful lines. It was expertly balanced, and I will never look at balloons the same way again.

[invisible-storyteller]

Happy Birthday, Mieczyslaw

Stiles & Claudia (~850 words, gen) Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents April Character of the Month: Stiles Stilinski

“Hey, Mieczyslaw.”

Claudia's smile was worn out and nervous on the TV screen, her messy ponytail and sleep-thirsty eyes depicting a woman who had just returned from a strenuous battle. The excited tapping of her fingers was almost disharmonious with her weary complexion, but the slight accent with which she spoke revealed her exhaustion-mixed anticipation. She looked absolutely beautiful, and so tragically young. 

She had been around Stiles’s age when this message was recorded. It was on the night his parents had taken him home from the hospital 30 years ago, but no one had remembered until they had found the tape among her old stuff while the sheriff was preparing to sell the house. 

Stiles had forgotten how her voice had sounded without the burden of fear and sickness. 

“You must be wondering: Damn, who the fuck is this woman? And okay, I might not have so many wrinkles now - although you did give me a few already -, but I'm not that old, young man, so don't get fresh with me!”

Stiles scoffed, almost not remembering how his mother used to be. Before.

“Anyway, Natalie gave me this sort of idea to create a time capsule, so here I am! Talking to you! Well, actually, talking to myself, 'cause there's no one else here.” Stiles couldn't help but laugh at that. “Hopefully, we’re watching this together.” His smile dimmed instantly. “I like to think that we’ll always have a good relationship, and that in twenty or thirty or whatever years, we’ll be laughing over how awkward and ugly I am on this video, and that I can scold you for calling me ‘ugly’ and say that you’re one to talk, you took after me.”

The image his mother had painted was bittersweet, and Stiles wasn’t sure he had been right in requesting he watched the video alone. But he wanted to cherish everything about her, just the way the camera had captured her, on the day she had become his mother.

“I guess I should talk about how I imagine you as a grown man, but I'll be honest, lisek, I don’t have a single clue.” Claudia laughed a bit self-consciously. “I’m just as young as you are, and I know that I can’t expect you to have it all figured out by the time you turn 20 or even 30. You can be so many things still, and the last thing I want for this message to be is some kind of a manual about what I want you to be. I want you to be nothing but what you already are, Mieczyslaw! Funny and stubborn - because you must have inherited those traits from me - and loyal and smart like your dad. I even bet you're braver than you think, and don’t argue with me, lisek, I’m your mother. I know better than you.”

A chuckle bubbled up from Stiles as he wiped at the salty traces of tears with his sleeve. He had missed out on his mother’s discipline as a teenager, and it was comforting if alien to experience it in 30 years' distance.

“I probably tell you this all the time, but I’m proud of you.” Here Stiles’s heart twisted painfully in his chest. “I hope that you’re happy. That there are people that you love with all your heart and that there are people who love you back just as much. I hope that you see the good in yourself, and I hope that you know that things can always change. And keep this in mind, lisek: no matter where you are in life, I'll be there with you. Always.”

Stiles gave a small nod that his mother could no longer see, and ached a little more for her to be here. To see him now. To know that Stiles was better than he used to be. That he wasn't that loud, unruly, annoying kid that drove his parents mad. That he wasn't that kid anymore who his mother ran from into certain death.

He wished she was here.

"Oh, somebody's up," He heard his mother sigh heavily on the screen as the raucous sound of crying pierced through the silence. "You're a lot to handle, you know, lisek?"

Stiles cast his eyes downwards.

“But I wouldn't change a thing about you. I love you, my little Mieczyslaw,” His mother said, and Stiles looked up in time to catch her blowing a kiss to the camera, “Kocham cię. Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

The video ended with a man's desperate shout for her wife in the distance and Claudia Stilinski rolled her eyes fondly as she went to turn the recording off. That was it.

Stiles sat there for a while, swallowing his sobs, before restarting the video. Halfway through the second watch, a hand landed gently on his shoulder and soft lips planted a kiss on the top of his head - a helpful reminder that he wasn't alone.

“Are you okay?”

Stiles silently sniffled for a bit, and then, with a tentative smile on his lips, nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

And he meant it.

[donnerpartyofone]

I'm on your Tumblr because we used to be mutuals, but I'm more of a lurker these days and I've remade several times under different handles and understand exasperation/hesitation at refollowing. I'm sincerely not trying to bait anything here, it's just that I've been depressed for the majority of 2024, and I think a really bad habit I've fallen into is not expressing gratitude to those who have a genuine impact on me. I'm sorry if this is uncanny and too parasocial. I have always admired how incredibly self-possessed and well-spoken/read/watched/cultured you are. I get an older sibling vibe from you that I never had growing up. You are one of the smarter people in the room for me. Sorry I'm sending this on anon, you don't have to publish it, in fact I hope you don't! I think you're one of the best blogs on this site and many things you have posted/blogged about have caused me to dig deeper within myself. In recent times, I appreciate that you force a situationally depressed individual (me) to challenge themselves for the better, if that makes sense. I'm sorry if this is disturbing!

[posted with permission] Man I have not been able to wake up all day for some reason and I owe some writing tomorrow, so this is actually a really helpful warmup exercise to try to get myself moving/thinking. I really appreciate this. I think your idea about expressing gratitude is really important and it's something I've been trying to do also, though maybe in a broader sense, like if I see a really inspiring movie (or whatever) I try to follow the impulse to write to the filmmaker and tell them. In my mind there's this invisible wall between creators and "fans" and that's usually fake; it's very likely that the people who made some of your favorite media are not rich, their futures are not secure, and they don't even necessarily know how their work has affected people. Worst case scenario they don't write you back, but only a snob would be actually bothered, and sometimes you even make a friend. I think the same principle can be applied to, you know, bloggers or whoever. Certainly I run this blog for myself first and foremost and I don't think I would or could stop even if absolutely no one was paying attention--it's a real compulsion and I think it's reasonably healthy to find ways to be in conversation with yourself--but it's valuable to know when you've been understood by anyone at all.

Not to make it weird but in Hebrews I think there's that verse, "If today you hear the voice of God, harden not your heart." That's really powerful outside the bounds of religion. To me it means, when you get that shred of energy or inspiration that says "I could do the dishes right now," do them immediately before you can talk yourself out of it! When you get that little spark that is so easily snuffed out by overthinking and taking that dangerous minute to round up excuses, that spark that you might be able to do the laundry, send the letter, watch the tough movie you're "never in the mood" for, pick up the book instead of watching TV, take a fucking walk, whatever it is: if you practice surrendering to these impulses immediately, almost without deciding, your life can really start to expand. Actually I believe it literally keeps your brain alive, to keep making it process new information, even if it seems trivial or you don't fully feel like it. But anyway a lot of us don't follow the impulse to say to someone "Hey, I think you're doing a good job" because it's so easy to imagine lots of different reasons they won't like it. But honestly that's unlikely (as long as you're not demanding something in return), and if someone responds poorly to that then chances are they're kind of an asshole.

(I mean sometimes I fail to respond to a message or an obvious social cue but it's usually because I just get overwhelmed by other parts of life and/or I'm not extremely skilled in forming and maintaining connections in any normal way. But it's rare that somebody has tried to reach out to me and I was like secretly hating them for it.)

Depression is really hard to talk about--I mean it's easy to VENT about, but it can be hard to converse about. There's that (American?) thing where you feel like no one should say anything that isn't *CEO voice* solution-oriented, and that's when people either avoid the topic entirely or react with all kinds of unwelcome and/or irrational advice. I have the illusion of being all full of wisdom on this because I've been severely depressed since I was really little and obviously there's something wrong with my whole operating system, but one of my best friends--who is not naturally depressive--is in such a bad way and it's not her fault and possibly there is no way out for real, and of course I have the urge to pump her up and keep her afloat, but if I'm too positive it will be totally dishonest. I have to split the difference between cheering her up and like, not lying to her. I'd be a total hypocrite if I denied her the understanding and acknowledgement of darkness that I myself always want and rarely get. It's hard, but on the individual basis it's useful to try to map the nature of your own depression and notice how it operates; just observe and take notes even if you can't see a way to control it right now. It sounds like you're doing some of that, there is a lot of dignity in that activity.

These are my thoughts off the cuff, with any luck they provoke something useful. Now I feel like I'm finally ready to shower and have ill-advised beverages and do my stupid homework assignment. Thank you for your thoughts, and the helpful prompt, and I hope you have a good day and/or night, for real.

[kayforpay]

i am specifically demanding johnkat please and thank you, 69

"I hate the way he talks to you." John mumbles, around a mouthful of over-salted popcorn. He swallows noisily and settles into the couch deeper, comfortably taking up enough space that Karkat doesn't even feel like he could fit. Without making it a thing, anyway. "You're not even dating Dave, why is he trying to tell you where you should be?"

Karkat shrugs, turning the volume up pointedly. This isn't the first time his strained friendship with Dave has come up, and he's kind of fucking sick to death of it. "Watch your movie, Egbert." He shifts against the base of the couch, leaning his head on the edge of the cushion next to John's thigh.

"I just mean, like, is he gonna be this way if you do start dating someone? Dave is my best friend, but, like, you have to do what's good for yourself." He crunches loudly, over the opening dialogue to the stupid movie he demanded they watch. "It's like he's marking his territory or something."

That makes Karkat perk up, turning on his knees with a sharp glare. "What the fuck does that mean? I'm not territory. Are you calling me a barkbeast piss-post?" He slaps the remote, stopping the movie in the middle of a sentence.

"No! I'm not calling you anything, Karkat!" He spills some of the popcorn when he drops the bowl on the floor, leaning forward to be closer to eye-level. "I just mean how Dave is acting, not you. He acts like he expects you guys to get back together." John's voice is annoyingly sincere, and Karkat forces his hackles down in response.

It isn't like John is wrong. Every time Dave has been lonely in the month or so since they split, he's called Karkat. It was so much easier with trolls; sure, it was awkward for a while with Terezi and Sollux, but it was different. They never expected Karkat to be all their quads. If anything, Terezi was the one telling him to back off from trying to do it himself.

Dave wanted a human relationship, though. And, apparently, still does, which is more annoying than anything he has ever had to fucking deal with in his stupid life, including when he almost died in the game all those times.

"I don't want him not to be my friend." Karkat grits out, scrambling up onto the couch now that John's nervousness at being misunderstood has shrunk the spread of his legs to a reasonable size. John nods a little, encouraging, and Karkat sighs. "That's all. I'm just trying to be... Respectful, or whatever. It isn't like I don't want to date. Or at least get fucked."

John's ears turn red, but he nods again, and looks at the frozen screen. "That's understandable. You guys kind of... It sort of just went out, didn't it." He says, not a question.

"Yeah. It did." He looks at his phone, pinging with another message from Dave. Never demanding, never serious. Always edged with enough irony that he can talk his way out of it. That was why they didn't work. Karkat wanted him to be honest. "I miss Gamzee. I've been trying to keep Dave from freaking out so much I haven't even seen my palemate in weeks, unless it's in public, and that sucks. I don't like public affection."

Still flushed, John nods. "I mean, you should just see him. Dave is an asshole sometimes. And you're the first like, real relationship he's had, I think. Jade and Davesprite are not really the same, and even then, he was weird for a long time with her, too."

There's a stretch of silence that feels almost comfortable. The electric whine of the plasma TV rings in Karkat's ears, and he presses his foot down on one of the spilled kernels of popcorn. Not his house to clean, anyway.

Finally, he scratches his nails down his thighs, pulling at the minute ridges of his jeans. "What should I do?" It feels weird, asking John of all people for advice on anything. Especially on dating. John had never even been with anyone, as far as Karkat knew. Maybe Vriska.

"I think you should just do whatever you want to do, Karkat. I can't promise things are gonna be okay, but." He turns, finally looking at Karkat dead on again, and smiles his buck-tooth smile. "You are my friend, and I am not going to let someone be shitty to you. If I need to, I will even beat Dave up myself."

Karkat blinks. "Isn't that the kind of talk that was in the movie last time you picked? Do you think I'm your human offspring?" He doesn't sound as grumpy as he wants to.

John chuckles, flopping back onto the couch. His thigh presses against Karkat's own, densely muscled. "Obviously I don't. Weirdo. I was mostly offering so you would think I'm really manly and cool, so you would want to keep spending time with me."

Face suddenly hot, Karkat leans down to snatch the remote off the floor, and pushes play. The human Nicolas Cage starts talking again, his strangely intense monotone droning senselessly in Karkat's ears for a second. John delicately retracts into his own space again, without a word.

He hits pause. "You have to stop making the popcorn so salty. And I pick the movies twice a month." He speaks in a rush, awkward, and John turns to look at him with obvious questions. "Hold on. I'm saying, if we go out, if, then I'm setting some rules. Like don't expect anything on the first date. Which is now. I guess."

"Okay!" John grins, and bumps their shoulders together. "That's fine, Karkat. But I can take you out, too, if you want. I know you don't like PDA but we can eat somewhere together, or I could fly with you, or we could go swimming--"

The movie starts with another jarring return to the music. "Don't get excited. We're barely dating. And you haven't even beaten Dave up, so I don't count tonight after all."

[asmutwriter]

You Saved Me (Part 12)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After a close run in with death, you decide to start anew. Ending up bumping into the last person you wanted to see

A/N - A shorter part but I was strongly inspired by the small confession he made to the priest in S10E16 (quoted at the end). Plus I needed a semi filler part that could link the next parts together and help develop the story line. And yes this is the third time I've tried writing part 12. I'm hoping this one will stick and I wont change my mind in the upcoming months

WORD COUNT: 2033

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WARNINGS: brief mentions of fire/arson, brief mentions of death, talk of injury, injury detail, guns, swearing, threat, fighting, mark of cain Dean, knives, jealous Dean, this whole part is mainly just angst

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

"You could just get off of work early"

"I told you I can't" you say to your friend. She watches as you clean the table she's sat at.

"Just say that you need to pick the kids up, then we can go home and drink ourselves to death"

"Im already going out with you on Friday night"

"Yes. You managed to get your new fancy fella to babysit for you" she wiggles her brows at you. "You sure you don't want me to look after the kids and you and him book a hotel somewhere?"

"No I do not" you say, a smile on your face. "He's coming over tonight anyway. Getting me and the girls fish and chips on his way back from work"

"Oh how romantic of him"

"Shut up" she smiles. Picking up her coffee with both hands. Sipping it. You hear a customer ask for the small in shop TV to be turned up. Drawing you, and the other customers attention to it.

''-known about what started the fire which resulted in the death of 5 people. 3 more injured. Police and firefighters worked hard to rescue as many as they could. Information still to come as we find out more. Now, the weather-"

"Jesus" you say. Taking the cloth you were holding. Folding it a few times.

"Those poor people". You take in a breath. Spraying some product onto your cloth before going to a new table. Wiping down the surface.

You spend the next few hours cleaning tables, washing up cups and plates, so on and so forth. Before it is time for you to leave your shift to go pick up the girls from school. The three of you listening and singing to the 'Tangled' soundtrack as you drive home. You get through the front door.

"Mike will be round within the next few hours. He's bringing chips and - because its a Friday - we can watch a film whilst we eat"

"Yay!" they both excalim. Dumping their bags down in the living room.

"But first I want you both to have a shower and do your homework, do you understand?"

"Yes mum" they both say, a dragging annoyance in their voice as they head to their bedrooms. You pick up their bags. Placing them on the pegs by the back door. Going over you start doing the dishwasher. Unloading it. Only a few minutes go past before you hear a knock at the door. You hear Lydia call out "I'll get it!"

You hear the door open. The voice of your child being heard. Met with hushed toned voices. You put the mug you were holding away, shutting the cupboard as you hear the front door shut.

You press the home button on your phone. Seeing the time. You frown slightly. Mike hadn't messaged you saying he was on his way. You pick up a tea towel. Drying your slightly dampened hands onto it as you start walking to the corridor. Placing the cloth on the side as you call out your daughters name.

"Lydia?" you get to the entrance of the corridor as someone walks past. You get made jump, not expecting someone so suddenly. Then a different kind of fear hits you. Dean Winchester turns to face you. You meet his eyes, a few seconds go by as you both analyze the situation.

He reacts first, his hand going to the back of his jeans as he goes to grab his gun. "Fuck" you mutter. Almost instinctly you kick him in the crotch.

"Crap" he gasps out, bending down slightly. Hands going to his groin as you lean over him, grabbing the gun from his jeans. You point it at him.

"Dean?" you hear Sams voice. He comes round the corner, seeing the situation. He goes to grab his gun out but you go closer to Dean, gun still aimed at him as he lifts his head up. Eyes on yours as you dart between the two men.

"I will shoot him" not to sure which one you're threatening at this point. Sam removes his hands from near his weapon. Placing them up in defeat. His eyes darting to the weapon, aimed right at his brother. Dean also putting his hands up in a slight surrender. Eyes watching you as the gun remains only a few inches from his face. "What did you do to my girls?"

"They're safe. In their bedroom" Sam says. Eyes still darting between you, his brother and the gun. He outstretches his hand slightly. Palm facing upwards as he half points to your gun. "Why don't we just all calm down?". You point the gun at the younger brother.

"You come into my home, both armed. Threatening to kill me and you tell me to calm down"

"Bad use of words on my part" he half smiles "why don't you just put the gun down and we can chat?". Dean moves towards you, grabbing at your hand. You bring your elbow up, hitting him in the face with it. He grunts, grabbing his nose as you re-aim the gun at him.

"Your brother is a demon" the younger brother nods slightly. Looking between the two of you

"Dean isn't a demon" he says quickly before you hurt him anymore. "He was a demon but he's not one anymore". Dean goes forward. Using your distraction by his brother to catch you of guard. He grabs your wrist. Twisting the gun out of your hand as he takes it. Aiming it at you as his deadpan face changes to a more cocky one. You put your hands up in defense. An annoyed huff leaving your lips.

"What do you want?"

"We're here about the fire that happened near here" Sam says.

"The one thats been in the news?" he nods. "So what led you to come to my house?"

"We believe that the fire was started by a witch" the older says "the fact that you are here, alive and breathing, makes me think the witch is you" he goes closer to you. Gun still aimed.

"Why would I be the witch? After years of hunting and killing monsters, why would I decide to become one"

"How else would you explain the fact that you're alive?" you stay silent. Eyes watching his. Your hand grabs the tea towel still on the side. Throwing it at Deans face. He reaches up. Grabbing it. You turn quickly. Grabbing the knife from the dishwasher behind you. Going close to him as you push the knife into his throat. He freezes. Bringing his hands up slowly, showing you his weapon near his head. Finger off the trigger. Sam draws his gun in the same instance. Aiming at you as you meet Deans green eyes.

"Sam. There is a letter on the side behind the knife rack. I want you to read it out allowed". He hesitates. Keeping the gun on you as he reaches to the paper. Struggling to open it with one hand. He reads it. Clenching his jaw as he looks up at you and his brother. Eyes going back to the paper as he begins to read it aloud.

"Miss Rose Marsh. Found unconscious in a hotel room with knife wounds and bruising around her neck. Three knife injuries in total. One to her thigh, two to her stomach. Unsure of what weapon was used to cause these injuries. No leads on who the attacker is". He stops talking. Trailing off as both the Winchester brothers take in what has been said. You confirm to them what they are thinking, moving away from the older but still holding the knife in an intimidating manner.

"My medical bill and police report. Confirming my injuries and recovery from the attack I survived. The one from a few months back. Now, if I was a monster who had taken the identity of a dead woman then I wouldn't have that letter. As I'd be dead"

"How are you alive then?" the younger questions. "The weapon that was used. You should be dead"

"Demons don't tend to check for a pulse once they attack their victims. Who's to say that I didn't pass out from my injuries. That my attacker assumed I had died. Not bothering to check for a pulse because-" you shrug slightly "why would they?"

They stay silent. Looking at each other. Both of them placing their weapons in the back of their jeans. Just as you hear the front door open.

"Oh honey! I bought us chips!" you hear a voice exclaim. Walking into the kitchen, his cheery smile dulling from his eyes as he sees you and the other two. "Who are these guys?"

"Who are you?" Dean says. His stare one of confusion and disgust as he looks at the well kempt and polite mannered man.

"I'm Mike" he says. Smiling still as he looks at the two men. "Rose's boyfriend". He motions to you. The older brother eyes the man up. Sam smiles slightly. Looking downward. "Who are these guys?"

"Detectives. I'm sorry what did you say your names where?" you look at Sam.

"Detective Mercury and Detective Dickinson" he goes into his jacket pocket. Taking out an FBI badge. Dean still giving him the death glare. "We are here about the fire that happened last night" he goes over to the counter top. Placing the two bags of food down.

"They were talking about it on the radio on my way over here. Poor souls" he looks at them again. "Why would the FBI be interested in a fire? Wasn't it just some terrible accident?"

"We think it might be arson". He brings an arm up and around your waist. Holding you close as concern fills his voice.

"Are we safe?"

"Yes. We're just going around the neighborhood to check up on people. See if anyone saw anything suspicious" he nods.

"Well, we were at home all night. So were the girls. We didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary". The younger nods. Smiling at you both as he takes out a business card. Handing it to Mike.

"If you do remember anything then please ring us" he smiles back at him, taking the card. "Thank you for your time. We'll leave you to enjoy your food" he looks at Dean. Who has not dropped his stern gaze from the man since he entered the room. "Detective?" he turns to face his brother. Who half smiles at him "We've over stayed our welcome by far to long. Lets go". They walk out the room. Leaving you and your boyfriend with the girls for the night.

"I can't believe she as a boyfriend" Dean says to his brother as they get in Baby.

"She is a grown up. She is allowed to date people"

"But he's so... clean" he laughs at his brother.

"Are you jealous of Mike?" he looks at him. A look of displeasure on his face.

"No" he looks back forward. The younger still watching him, half smile on his face. "Maybe. So what if I am"

"I get it"

"No you dont"

"Yeah I do. Rose is exactly your type"

"Shut up" he starts the car. "Even if she was - which she isn't - I'm still not jealous of Mike" The way he said his name was comical. Almost like he was trying to say a made up word. "I have nothing to be jealous of. He's to prim and proper for me to be jealous of him. Why would I want to be some posh twat?". Sam stays quiet. An amused look on his face as his brother keeps talking. "I just don't understand what she sees in him. He's nothing like what she deserves. She deserves the world. He can't give that to her. He'd be to worried that he'd mess up his perfect hair or his perfect suit"

"Yeah you're right. You're definitely not jealous of him".

"I said shut up" Sam lets out a chuckle. "What other leads do we have on this arson case then?". Sam chats. Going through their evidence as Deans thoughts wonder.

10E16 TIME STAMP 22:37

'What if I said I didnt want to die... yet? That I wasnt ready'

'Are you expecting to?'

'Always. The life I live. The work I do... I pretty much figured that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought that sooner or later I'd go out the same way I live - pedal to the metal and that would be it'

'But now?'

'Now um... recent... events... make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. And... I dont know. I mean - theres things. People. Feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time'

'Go a little deeper, perhaps, than with Gina'

'Yeah... yeah. I'm just starting to think that maybe there's more to it all then I thought'

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9 | Starting Again

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mention of death,

| MASTERLIST |

"You gonna go see the movie?" Mickey pops up next to Allison as she walks around campus.

"Now why would I go see a movie that I lived through?" She stops walking turning to face him.

"So you can judged it. See how many facts they get right?" He points his camera at her.

"I don't care if they get it right or wrong. It's ridiculous how people celebrate and get happy about a real life story of people dying. Two being sorta my best friends." She sighs making him put down the camera.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up." He pulls her into a hug.

"You gonna go?" She looks up at him.

"I don't know. If you don't want me to, I won't. Just for you." He taps her nose with a smile.

"No, if you wanna go see it you can. I won't be mad at you."

"You sure?" He squeezes her.

"I'm sure. But do know... I'll be disappointed in you." She jokes with him.

"You're cute when you make that face." He smiles recording her again so she rolls her eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you about filming me?" She moves away from him and he follows as she begins to walk again.

"The camera loves you." He walks backwards in front of her.

"Mickey." She sings annoyed.

"Allison." He does it back.

"Oh my God, Fuck." She tosses her head back laughing.

"I did, that party two weeks ago. Remember?" He winks smiling.

"I remember."

"And you wanted to do it again right after." He smirks before blowing her a kiss causing her to laugh even more, "See you tomorrow, beautiful." He says as they get to her building.

"Bye, Mickey." She waves going inside. As she walks into her room, her roommate Lia throws a pillow at her, "What was that for?" She asks, throwing it back at her.

"You flirting with Mickey again. I can see you two from the window. He's too creepy for you." Lia says as Allison sits down on her bed.

"He's not creepy. He's just nice to me." Allison rolls her eyes. Since they first became roommates Lia constantly gets on her about Mickey.

"If I remember... Billy and Stu were nice to you too." Lia points out so Allison looks at her.

"I know but I can't assume every guy I get close to is some psycho." She explains to Lia.

"I know and I agree... but Mickey is obsessed with movies not as much horror, like the two but still." She says as the phone rings so Allison picks it up.

"Hello?" She answers it.

"Oh, by the way I might come in late tonight because I got a date." Lia smiles getting her things together. Once again no one talks on the phone and Lia huffs seeing the look on Allison's face so she goes over taking the phone, "Stop calling here you fucking freak!" She ends the call, "We need to change the number."

Allison agrees by nodding her head but didn't think it would stop the person, "Anyways, same guy as last time or different?" She asks Lia.

"Different. I got bored with the last guy. Too clingy." She heads for the door, "Bye!"

"Be safe!" Allison shouts at her as the phone starts to ring again and she didn't want to answer it so she just lets it ring. If it was important they would leave a message but that's not what they did. It just kept ringing and ringing and ringing.

Allison sits on her bed, covering her ears rocking back and forth wanting it to stop. She was scared that it was truly Billy and Stu. If it was would they finish their plan on killing who they didn't get to die the first time around? Allison didn't want to lose the three people she had left.

Her mom, after graduation, got drunk and went on a rant saying she wanted nothing to do with her and kicked her out. Dewey then helped her out by taking her under his wing since he lost Tatum. Allison was there more than Sidney was.

After a while, which was many hours later, the phone finally stopped ringing. That caused Allison to relax a bit and spend the rest of the day in bed watching TV. A little later there was a knock at the door so she gets out of her bed to open it.

"What are you doing here? You already said goodbye to me for the day." She lets Mickey in then shuts the door behind him.

"I'm bored but I won't stay long." He jumps onto her bed.

"Do you have other plans?" She eyes him as he makes himself comfortable.

"Yeah, guy stuff. With some guys." He smiles as she walks over to her bed, so he puts out his arm wide open for her to lay back into him so she does.

"What is some guy stuff?" She asks, watching her movie again.

"You wouldn't get it like I don't with some girl stuff according to Lia... Who hates me for some reason. Where is she?" He asks making Allison move so she can see him.

"Got a date with some other frat guy. And she doesn't hate you."

"Yes, she does." He laughs.

"How so? I think she's just protective of me because of my past."

"Hates when I'm next to you because I'm too close and I need to give you space. At parties she tries to hook you up with other frat guys when we are obviously flirting with each other. Just rude looks when you aren't looking to notice. I can keep going." He laughs.

"Again, she doesn't hate you... Just looking out for me. Apparently you're just too creepy for me according to her." She explains to him.

"I'm not like Billy and Stu." He pulls her closer to him.

"I know you aren't. Less creeper than Billy and more serious than Stu when I need someone to talk to." She holds his hand.

"Have I told you, you are beautiful?" He looks into her eyes.

"You have multiple times. Also a few hours earlier." She giggles.

"Damn, do you want me not want me to tell you that? I'll stop." He laughs so she wraps her arms around him.

"No, no. I like when you do." She smiles, "And I know you like when I do this." She leans in placing her lips on his.

He smiles into the kiss, "I do, I do." He kisses her back, "But sadly I should get going. I said I wouldn't stay long." He kisses her again so she moves for him to get up.

"Have fun with your guy stuff." She walks him to the door.

"Have fun being lazy in bed." He messes up her hair.

"I will. See you tomorrow, loser." She opens the door for him.

"Goodbye beautiful." He smiles turning to leave but she grabs his arms pulling him back for another kiss, "You are killing me." He makes her smile before leaving and she goes back to her bed.

The next morning, Allison wakes up to the phone ringing. "Hello?"

"Hello, Allison." The Ghostface voice comes through.

"Sup." She yawns as she sits up in bed.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asks.

"The one where Kyle Harris gets butchered by one of the final girls." She calls him out looking at her caller ID system that wasn't helpful when that one number calls her.

"Fuck." He complains.

"Nice try. Have a good day." She hangs up the phone, "Lia?" She calls out to her and she groans back.

"Let me sleep."

"What time did you come in?" Allison asks, getting out of bed.

"Like three hours ago. It was a fun date." She covers her head with a pillow.

"Glad you had fun."

"Shouldn't you be in Film Theory?" Lia sits up.

"I slept through my alarm and decided to skip." Allison says, turning on the TV and the news comes on.

"The two Windsor College students were murdered last night during a sneak preview of the new movie Stab. The police haven't released any information except for the victims' names. A press conference is scheduled for later today. The victims Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens were both Windsor seniors." Lia looks at Allison as she gets dressed quicker.

"Where you going?" She asks.

"To Randy. I'm sure Sidney will show up too." She puts her shoes on and rushes to Film Theory.

Luckily for her, she snuck past some reporters without being seen. As she gets to Film Theory, she see them talking about if sequels are better than the originals. She just waits till they were done and Randy sees her so she motions him over.

"So, Mr. Originally, how would you make it different?" A girl asks him.

"I'd let the geek get the girl." He tells her and Mickey notices Allison.

"There you are. Three hundred people watched. Nobody did anything. They thought it was a publicity stunt, for Christ's sakes." Sidney shows up.

"And it would have been a good one too." Randy says with a Cockney accent.

"It's starting again, Randy." Allison tells him, getting worried if it was Billy and Stu or just someone else.

"It's not. A lot is shit happens at the movies. People get robbed, shot, maimed, murdered. Multiplex is just a very dangerous place to be these days." He keeps talking in an accent.

"Yeah, and you are in extreme denial." Sidney tells him.

"And you both should be too. This has nothing to do with us." He says making them both hit him.

"Randy, a guy in a ghost mask hacked up two people in a movie theater telling our life story." Sidney tells him.

"Coincidence?" She grabs his arm so he'll stop walking. "You know what happened at Woodsboro, Randy. You can't ignore it." She adds.

"I know, but I don't want to go back there again. Can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi-happy existence?" He asks them. "Hello, Derek. How ya doin?" He asks as Sid's boyfriend comes up talking to her about how he was worried. As they walk and talk in front of the other two, Allison slaps Randy again, "What?" He whines.

"Coincidence?" She mocks him.

"I-,"

She cuts him off, "Shut it."

They all go over to where they could see the press conference that was being held. Hallie, Lia, and Mickey end up joining them as they walk over. "How are you doing?" Mickey puts an arm around Allison.

"On edge." She tells him the truth cuddling into him.

"Well, I'm here to protect you." He kisses the top of her head and Lia rolls her eyes at the two.

As they watch, Allison notices Gale. "Randy." She moves away from Mickey and points Gale out and he tells Sidney.

[merv606]

I wish you would write Terry and Daniel fucking in the sauna (yet another they have in common 😂)

“Always done up so tight,” Terry whispers, hand slipping into his bathrobe. “You need to relax.”

Daniel can’t help but snort - he can feel the hardness against his back and knows the outcome of this already, and where that’s going to end up so, that sentence takes on a whole new meaning from what Terry intended.

Shit, did Terry even lock the door?

“Did you lock the door,” he breaks off, to curse lightly as fingers trace over his nipple.

The older man simply shrugs, too busy and undeterred in his exploration of the hidden territory under the bathrobe he’s been granted access to - that is now his to touch and taste.

“Terry,” he warns.

“Danny, anyone walks in, they wouldn’t be dumb enough to say anything.”

So very not SFW

How was he in this situation anyway. About to get fucked in the sauna of the country club he had worked so hard to get into, by Terry Silver, of all people, which, may or may not be locked.

His morning had been going so well too- relaxing tight muscles on the sauna and he really needed to talk to Amanda about getting one of these installed, now that he was back to training so much again.

And in had walked Terry Silver - cutting through the steam like some monster through the fog in those old horror movies he’s watch on their small black and white TV, late at night after his Ma had gone to bed.

Well, he refused to let Terry scare him anymore - once he got over the initial shock of hearing that message he left played back to him, anyway.

He schooled his expression from fear to annoyance.

In a flurry of activity they ended up fighting, which in a sauna, everything wet and sweaty, turned out to not be the greatest idea.

Their fighting was always a form of fucking anyway - god, even back then. In the dojo, on his hands and knees on the matt as Terry took him roughly from behind, sweaty and red faced from the training he was just put him through. Pants pulled down enough for Terry to get his mouth on him, loosening him up with spit and tongue, before pressing fingers inside, and where he got the lube from Daniel never knew, nor did he care. Not when Terry slide inside, powerful thrusts jolting him, hand slipping on the matt so he ended up face down with his chest touching it, ass up high in the air for the older man. It was always so raw, so primal, and Daniel felt so powerful even if he was the one on his hands and knees taking it. It was quickly addictive, a high he never could quite experience again and he ended up locking those memories deep down away from the light, knowing if he let those ghost out, they’d drag him down to his grave.

He thinks, oddly, of stories of old Rome, soldiers, and bathhouses. Although like this now, in the situation, or more so accurately the position he finds himself, he feels more like some spoil of war, and is ashamed that that turns him on more.

Foot up on the sauna bench, bent forward slightly, hands bracing himself against the wall, Terry on his knees with his face buried between his cheeks, wet sounds as the older man eats him out.

God he missed this. The feeling of being overpowered, of being used, of being made to take it.

Daniel bites into his own upper arm to not let Terry hear the moans, which he knew he wouldn’t get away with for long.

Terry stood up, dropping his scant towel, and Daniel felt his ass clench in a pleasure pained memory at the sight of his cock. Apparently his memory had been downplaying the size.

His robe had fallen back down, and Terry lifted it up, standing behind Daniel, a large hand guiding him so his foot ended up back on the floor, slotting his cock between his cheeks, hands opening the robe to bare his chest to Terry’s hunger gaze.

“God, your tits are still gorgeous,” he said, large hands cupping them, making small little mounds out of the soft flesh, thumbs rubbing at the hardened nubs.

“Maybe more so,” he said. “I loved how they’d move while I fucked you.”

“Fuck Terry wait,” he says as the older man’s cock catches on his rim - only loosened from sweat and No way can he take Terry like this - not without screaming the lace down and alerting everyone to exactly what is happening in here.

“Shhh, just like this for now,” he says as his cock slides between spit slick cheeks, over this hole, which aches to feel the older man’s cock inside it again. Would it fill him up the same way it did back then? Daniel thinks it would be even better now.

He cries out as Terry speeds up, cutting it off by biting back into his arm, but ad predicted.

He wraps a hand around Daniel’s midsection, pressing them closer together while trapping his arm at his side, leaving Daniel at the mercy of his own mouth and the noises that stream out now, without consent.

“You always made the prettiest noises for me. Some things never change.”

“Fuck you,” he said, without any real heat behind it and Terry just grabbed his hips harder, moving faster and faster.

“Here just let me,” he ends up, bent back over slightly, Terry’s cock between his slippery thighs now.

“Fuck that’s good,” Terry groans. “Not as good as inside you would be but it’ll do.”

“Bet your pussy will still as tight for me as it was back then.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He grabs his hair, yanking back and Daniel’s eye roll back in his head. Terry clearly remembers everything he liked.

“Oh I will,” Terry says, causing heat that has nothing to do with the temperature of the sauna or the steam to course through the smaller body. “God knows it still tastes just as good.”

He’s burning up, from the inside out, but goosebumps still erupt on his skin.

Terry turns Daniel’s head, tightening his grip, crashing their mouths togther for the first time.

Daniel hears a door open, praying to god that no one will be able to see him with Terry’s bill covering him, and Terry breaks the kiss to growl, “occupied.”

“Apologies Mr. Silver,” a voice says quickly.

Another voice, “holy shit is that Danie ……..”

“Just shut the fuck up and go.”

“We never saw anything,” the original voice says as the door closes.

“Going to,” Terry chokes out and Daniel leans his head against the wall, spreading his cheeks for the older man, his pretty pink hole on display, and it’s mere seconds before he feels the older man’s come hit his hole and the small of his back, Terry letting out a deep groan.

He too remembers what Terry likes.

Terry turns him, going ask to his knees swallowing him down and it doesn’t take much for him either when Terry’s spit wet finger slides into his ass.

“I think it may be tighter,” he says, grinning at Daniel.

Daniel slumps to the seat as Terry stands, back to their original position, Terry towering over him.

Daniel glares up at him but the effect is lost considering he’s covered in the older man’s come.

“8 sharp tonight, Danny-boy. Don’t be late,” Terry says, already walking out.

Daniel shows up 8:15 out of spite.

If it means Terry fucks him a bit harder well, they both know what they like.

Of that, there was no doubt.

Apologies as it’s not really fucking in the sauna in the literal sense but if Terry had a towel on, I can’t see him having anywhere to have some lube handy lol

Also for how long it took.

[nightmarist]

There was a car crash right outside my house. I didn’t realize it was a car crash for a while.

I’m partially deaf plus use noise cancelling earbuds but I felt something shake the house. Took out my earbuds and heard a lady screaming absolute bloody murder, “help me please help me, someone help me” like Top of her lungs she sounds like she’s fucking dying.

My dad and I go to the front door. He didn’t let me go outside, he pushes it closed when I try to open it. I tried to call 911 and the cunt took my fucking phone so that I couldn’t and said it’s none of our business, that some lady screams like that once a month (???? Excuse me??? And you never bothered to call someone?)

I heard the neighbor come out and say she called 911. Got my phone back (wtf tho)

Cops right outside in no time which is expected, two of them live in the neighborhood. My dad’s now trying to talk to me about a tv show while my ear pressed on the front door so I can try to hear what is happening since he won’t let me look. I’m trying to look out the peep hole and my god he will Not leave me tf alone.

I start texting my best friend who is also my neighbor in the street behind me.

I hear the lady screaming “let me call my mom, please let me call my mom, im only 16, she’s my best friend” while very obviously crying. Cop says they’ll let her call her mom. I look out the peep hole and there’s like, six police cars plus a fire truck. There’s a cop car parked in my front yard like halfway in the gravel. Dad asks me if they hit the mailbox. I said idk im trying to see what’s happening.

He goes to watch tv and I try to look out the window, I see a car with the front end totally crunched up and the neighbors car flipped on its side. I can’t see much else bc the fire trucks in the way. Can’t tell if like. Anyone’s hurt besides that girl that was screaming, I hope/assume she was uninjured and just hit a parked car.

Dad comes back to talk to me about his tv show and I tell him there’s a car crash.

He takes me phone again and goes outside to like. Film it. And bring it to me and tells me to show it to him. So I do. He doesn’t like how it looks so he takes Another video. Then makes me show him and then tells me I have to send it to my friend. I say yeah sure just to get him to leave and he says no, he wants me to show him that I sent it.

So FFS I send my friend the video abd show my dad the message. My dad then tells me to email it to him so he can “watch it on the big screen” (????? wtf man)

So I do. Tell my friend all of that while im morbidly curious looking out the window to see if anyone’s hurt (it doesn’t seem like it, no ambulance and a couple people getting questioned by the cops)

My dad comes in and asks me if they hit our mailbox again I say no (i don’t actually know, I can’t see, I don’t really care about the mail box right now!) then he asks if they hit his car like four times. Man idk You went outside. I’m still a little freaked out by the girl screaming her lungs out a few minutes ago, you know.

Anyway. I said no. He then asks as like. A stupid joke. “Hey if my car gets hit while it’s in the drive way so I call my car insurance or my house insurance” and he explains “it’s funny because if im not driving it then it’s property which is house insurance. But it’s my car so do I call car insurance or house insurance?”

I say I don’t know, just call them both so you can figure it out. He gets Mad at me and tells me I don’t “get” it and storms off to watch his show.

My guy. Someone could have died right outside our fucking house. They are parked in our Gravel. I’m trying to figure out what is happening. Shut the fuck up.

God. Anyway. That was genuinely terrifying. Still not particularly well about it. Looks like no one’s hurt thankfully. They chained up the crunched car and towed it off. Dad’s been bugging me to go out and take a photo of the neighbors car. I’m literally about to become the joker.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas!!!!!! it’s squash anon!!! i may have made things worse.

so i came to the conclusion that i don’t really like my girlfriend. i had a crush on her when we first met two months ago but that crush is gone and now i realized i don’t like her that much which is definitely an issue given that she’s my girlfriend and stuff. wahoo. so anyway today (or yesterday technically it’s 1 am) was our one month anniversary which is a big deal to her (not so much to me but whatever) and we made plans for tomorrow (today??) to go on a date and i find myself dreading it and making up excuses in my head to get out of it (i haven’t asked my mom if i can even go which i definitely should’ve already done so that’s an excuse i guess??? i don’t know. i know this sounds bad. anyway.)

that’s not even the worst bit. yippee

i’m usually on my phone all the time, especially since it’s summer now, so i usually respond to her messages pretty fast but today. ha. today i was watching doctor who (i was on season seven who can blame me) basically all day and forgot to text her back. and then i started dreading it because god knows why and i had completely forgotten what today was. so i got a message from her (that i didn’t see until three hours later) basically passive aggressively asking what was going on. i was honest with her that i was watching tv all day and got distracted but she got pissed because i ignored her all day, on our one month anniversary. she said i can think whatever i want (it made sense in the wording of the conversation) and at this point i was honestly just tired so i said i don’t know what i think. and she asked what i meant but i haven’t even opened that message (which is from two hours ago) and my sister told her i went to bed (they were talking because my sister thought it was a good idea to get her side of the story) (it didn’t help)

i want to break up with her. honestly. but i don’t know how, or what to do. and i know i fucked up today but i don’t know how to fix it. i’m just so tired at this point and i’m really starting to wish my crush on her stayed just a crush on someone pretty who i’d never talked to.

on top of it all, i texted my best friend AND my cousin to ask for advice cause they’d both dated people before and also they’re just my advice people but neither answered (they’re probably asleep) and i just don’t know what to do :(

this is definitely a lot but help would be cool. god i can’t believe i’m having relationship drama like a middle schooler thought i was too old for this.

Hi hon!

Yeah, please break up with her. I know it's hard and it's a lot to deal with, but neither of you deserve to be in a relationship where you don't want to be in it, you know?

Be slightly honest with her and say that you're feeling like you're not up for a relationship right now, but don't go into details (it would be too hurtful). Just rip off the band-aid, or you'll continue having things like this happen, and it'll just make you look bad, sadly. It's better for both of you.

You can do it, and you'll feel better after! You got this! <3