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MURDER MURDER KILL KILL KILL
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#cowmmunist#holy fucking dogshit#i have been messing with this goddamn LED wall for 20 hours#the house guaranteed that their service had been inspected and was certified#suspiciously it wasnt key'd out#if you dont know what that means dont fucking touch anything power related you dont understand#it is meant as a safety precaution to PREVENT DEATH#I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS SHIT WAS ALLOQES TO FLY#LIKE 1 MONTHS AGO SOMEONE DIED AT A PROPERTY I WORK AT BECAUSE THEY WERE STASHING SODA IN THE POWER SERVICD#WHICH ONCE TURNED ON ABSOLUTELY KILLED HIM AND BROKE MILLIOMS OF DOLLARS WORTH OF EQUIPMENT#AND LEFT A MASSIVE AND HAZARDOUS MESS BEHIND#this shit bothers me so much#because people dont treat electricity with any kind of respect#and like basically the tiniest amount of electricity is all it takes to do some actual damage to living things#anyways im seething with rage#but so fucking relieved because now i wont lose my job
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"He hurts you because he loves you" classic excuse for abuse, not an interesting angle to go at a story with, boring, annoying, makes me hate anyone who says this shit. "He loves you but he still hurt you" beautiful, amazing, empowering. Love is not a pure, good, flawless emotion, actions matter more than intent, and caring for someone doesn't mean you can't or won't hurt them, and in my opinion, it makes hurting them worse.
#my dc posting#dc#batman#bruce wayne#not directly dc but i was def thinking abt this mf when writing it#like im sorry but narratives abt someone acknowledging their parent was rough/hard on them growing up bc they cared or whatever do Nothing#for me#i have NEVER ONCE seen the concept of ''tough love'' used in any context outside of trying to justify abuse.#like fuck off w the robins going ''bruce is hard on you cus he wants you to do your best'' or whatever I ACTUALLY HATE ITTT#''but he loves her'' ah yes. the most classic fucking excuse for abuse and mistreatment.#i don't care if there is love!!! i dont care if actions come from a place of care and love if the actions are fucking horrific!!!!!#like in my opinion hurting someone you love is worse than hurting someone you hate#i dont care about your intentions if you caused real harm#uegh this is a topic i feel very strongly about bc the bullshit narrative of a character#forgiving someone for hurting them bc they learn they love/care is so prevalent and has never been done in a way#that doesnt make me seethe w fucking rage!!!#gaa >:(#anyway. narratives about acknowleding they loved you and cared for you and wanted the best for you#AND STILL HURT YOU are so good to me#you can hurt someone you love. loving someone doesnt mean you wont hurt them. and love is not an excuse to hurt others.#seems like such basic 101 understanding of the world but apparently not 😒
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#guess who's oversharing on tumblr again!!!!!!!!!!! its meeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D#no but like not my aunt drunkenly rioting and raging around the house rn calling my mom and i freeloaders bc my mom doesnt wanna pay#for my aunt to do insanely expensive fuck all ugly renovations that only she wants#shes over here fuckin foaming at the mouth with anger about how my mom should pay more money with splitting bills bc my aunt wants to like#redo the fireplace inside and put in some weird ugly zen garden in the back and install a full brick fireplace outside (we live in florida)#(this needs to be noted we live in FLORIDA)#and now shes seething and drinking even more bc thats the logical thing to do mhm yup#and my mom (who makes way less than my aunt btw. she doesnt exactly have $1000s dropping from her ass) very reasonably says. no?????#i shouldnt be expected to make up the difference when i wasnt even consulted about these renovations???? and dont???? even want them???????#anyways. now everyone is mad. and drunk. and drunkenly mad. and im :)) counting down the days :))) until i can get the fuck outta here :)))#and never :))))))))) speak to my aunt again bc she fucking suuuuuucks :DDDDDDDD#personal
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The fact that Junpei proposed to Akane in ztd just baffles me every time I think about it like. He doesn’t know anything about her. They were friends for, what? A year? When they were kids. And Junpei never even knew she was an orphan or that she had a brother. Given just how important Aoi is to Akane and the massive role he played in her life, it’s very telling that Junpei doesn’t know about him. He also doesn’t seem too interested in Akane as a person. He only likes the idea of her, of sharing a bed or taking a shower together, but when she actually starts talking about her interests such as the titanic, he thinks she’s talking nonsense and only plays along when he doesn’t know what else to say. He also has this image of her as a damsel in distress (partially because Akane puts up an innocent persona to avoid suspicion) and he wants to play an action hero who protects her from seeing the scary dead body, completely oblivious to the fact that she put them there, that she wants that bastard dead. And how much does he come to terms with the truth after the nonary game? He feels betrayal, resentment, but he still proposes to her. He still spends his life chasing after her. He still puts himself and quark in a potentially dangerous situation in order to see her again. Junpei doesn’t have his shit together at all, he refuses to accept that the girl he liked as a kid isn’t perfect and has changed, has changed without him
#zero escape#junpei tenmyouji#my god this man. he really needs to get standards🙄#im very conflicted about the choice to have him propose to akane cuz like on one hand#it really emphasizes just how not well adjusted junpei is and it sets the stage for how he is in vlr#and like i wouldnt want him to have his shit together in ztd in regards to akane he doesnt move on until after vlr#at least in that specific timeline anyway#but on the other hand the game just does suuuch a bad job with the proposal like its treated as cute#when it really fucking isnt its absolutely pathetic that junpei wants to propose to her after everything thats happened#and in general the scene where they get engaged just fucking sucks lol its so weird#i hate it so much goddddd i am not cheering when they get engaged i am seething with rage#cuz theyre ruining their lives cuz they dont fucking love each other or know each other!!! RAWRRRR#oh junpei you fucked up little man just let me. hold your hand 😩
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Silly doodle I made based on the tags you left on the ask answer (in case it’s visually confusing the bottom textbox is read first)
(decarabian design by @gr3yart because both this design and the king have longass hair and “hide” their face in some way)
I was originally imagining if those two ever met, the king would be a similar height to how he was at (act 5? act 6? the point at which you actually defeat him for good and he’s frozen in time) and he’s tall but not floor-to-ceiling tall but this is funnier. Deca being very tall by human standards compared to. The King. Deca constantly yapping about The Divorce while those two have a serious conversation about how to most effectively make things stay the same forever. I am sosososososoosossoo normal :) (resisting the urge to draw and/or write an old mond and isat crossover)
CACKLING SO MUCH ???? HELP ???
this is AMAZING oh my god i love this so much. decarabian just standing in front of the king, fully in “(sigh…) i miss my wife, tails. i miss her a lot.” mode is making me lose it 😭😭 AND HIM CONTINUING TO YAP ABOUT THE DIVORCE AT ANY OPPORTUNITY HEJSHDHD like the imagery of the king carefully trying to preserve a specific memory and here comes deca, who recognizes it for something else, and is just like my wife did that once …. i did not understand at the time why, but looking back, looking at this …. :(
and oh ??? that would be such a fun idea, esp if the king hasn’t fully committed to the. freeze everyone in time decision yet. on the edge of it, about to enact the nightmare …. decarabian getting to know about the universe too and how it deals with wishes would be 👁👁
these two would be on celestia’s “watch OUT” list So Fast.
#imsorry im still giggling so bad over deca not shutting Up about this one mortal#the king is over here get headaches thinking of his forgotten country and here’s deca putting up a portrait in the corridor of him and Amos#and sighing over it like a forlorn laying down dog#like are both of you good ….. are you okay …….#<- ACTUALLY THATS REMINDING ME OF HOW THE KINGQUEST ENDS#oh GOD how would it go here#with the king raging for his happy ending ……..#would any of them be able to stop him ?#( ….. actually you think wispti could be able to stop the freezing in time the same way mirabelle is immune)#(siffrin would squish that wisp so hard ((affectionately)) if they could)#(a part of ista against This Guy..)#but then.#but then but then.#if deca also raged the same way.#Another Contender.#you’re safe against the king but can you dodge this#anyways !!!#YOURE SO REAL#they’re both so fascinating together ….#also sorry again but this made me think . of like#siffrin and bard walking into the room like that one meme#hey grandpa . the war . okay sorry#“hello you two” (<- seething) deca voice the divorce/the king voice the country#bard looking disgruntled while siffrin grimaces: Uh Huh .#lantern replies#mutuals !#dooodles !!!!!!!!!
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i wish i could directly email the person who's in charge of these settings, to Please let me import the dates on the weekend please dont make me upload them manually for all the 29 groups i manage
#its laughable the way you can fucking add them manually to the weekend but don't even think about importing them#it took me about 10 minutes to arrange them in an excel sheet and import it#and now it's going to take me an entire day to add the weekends by hand#i'm going to kill the administrator#im seething with rage like okay i'll have to click one by one for the days anyway#why cant you just make it a little easier on me
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coworkers were talking abt their shitty fucking boyfriends who treat them like live-in maids and one of them turns to me and says be glad u're single. or turn lesbian. bestie do i have some news for u 😭
#life is so hard as a femme. do i look straight.#anyway im not out at work bc it feels like they'd be weird abt it in the but don't have a crush on Me kinda way#besides it's none of their business honestly#it does spice up these kinds of conversations tho bc ill be seething with rage at their boyfriends and husbands#and they'll drop smthg out of pocket like that and ill be like WHAT NOW and we all move on with our days#''turn lesbian'' im still giggling#dreamy talks
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my therapist forgot to reschedule my latest appointment meaning I wasted my entire day doing nothing so I could drive across town and be here at the office just to Not actually have a session. cool👍
#j.txt#normally id be whatever about this but this is literally the third time this has happened. and my normal sessions keep getting-#canceled bc she attends meetings and the like on fridays which are my typical session days. so I havent had an actual appt#in more than a month now lmao. Which also means I have Not been making any progress on processing things or working out my feelings#bc on my own I just repress that shit to hell and back even if I dont intend to. Anyways so basically Im kind of seething at the moment,#like I know its just a mistake and i'll get over it eventually but rn Im having my autism rage abt it bc why even bother to tell me-#to be someplace for a thing I Pay For and get anxious about in general and then Not actually have it happen. lmao♡#AUUUHHG sorry. putting my head in a wall I know I'm being unreasonable and yet
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The Duolingo owl tries to convince you that your ranking and league matter. They don’t. Duolingo is about beating the owl by keeping ridiculously long streaks even if you have to take classes half asleep before bed. If the Duolingo owl was real they wouldn’t be the one with a gun. Sure, it reminds me to take the lessons, but it also tells me I didn’t take a lesson if I make one too many mistakes. No. I took the lesson. The owl is lucky it’s in my phone and not my room
#emma posts#slightly unhinged attitude about the whole ‘hearts’ thing#plenty of asks try to get my attention. but that one doesn’t count me if I make too many mistakes.#I TOOK THE FUCKING LESSON YOU ASSHOLE!#I mean. I haven’t taken mine today yet and I’ve been doing well. but that just makes me MORE angry about it#AND IM NOT PAYING! my cousin offered to let me join the family plan and it didn’t work anyway#I don’t actually understand the whole ‘ominous Duolingo owl’ meme#I just feel seething rage when it tells me I made too many mistakes#fuck you. I’m using my English to Norwegian dictionary to cheat on spelling if i only have one heart#I’m like when my childhood dog got teased by blue jays and they had to stay way up high to avoid his tiny ass#he was short but could jump surprisingly well#I think he did about six feet vertically once#yet the blue jays kept stealing his food when he wasn’t looking
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nothing makes me create more than spite. hope yall like flashflare art <3
#i posted a sketch of pyro and scout and someone said their ship was 'cursed'#and i asked why (quietly seething in rage)#and they said that any ship besides medic x heavy feels cursed to them and reacted with a weird emote when i told them i ship everything#besides spy x scout#because 'they dont work well together in the game'#girl does this look like the video game to you???#anyway#im gonna make a ton of flashflare art to piss them off <333#terrifiedofjudgement
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if isnt too out of the way you can download the youtube music app and it has a wrapped thing! though i dont know how accurate it is.. i just checked that and uninstalled it right after
a yeah i don't really care abt the wrapped thing i honestly don't listen to music enough for mine to be that interesting. its all game osts and songs i stumble on that i decide to listen to on loop for like 2 weeks straight. and songs that remind me of my special little blorbos. my wrapped would just be 'my god you are mentally ill!!' and well i already know that
#skye's ramblings#GJDGDGJDGK THANK YOU THOUGH. i appreciate the suggestion#i used to listen to music more but then i had to replace me phone and now i dont have a headphone jack (seething w rage btw)#im too stubborn to get wireless earbuds i hate them and everything they stand for <3#i just have a yt tab on my laptop to play music while i draw and lately ive been putting on holly vods while drawing more often than music#anyway idk skye wrapped is uh t/pn s1 ed uh curses by th crane wives bc its a ray song uh. confronting myself from celeste ost. etc etc#anonnn
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i should make a goodreads account actually
#im finishing the year of wonders and im seething with rage#this book seemed so promising at some point but i swear the author just went off the rails with it#i used to be obsessed w the plague & i read a lot abt the true story of this specific village so that part was hype to me#but goooood. can these authors not stop themselves from throwing in random modernisms#like. none of the good characters are guilty of any medieval type of thinking#and the bad ones are ofc the stereotype of patriarchy and prejudice and then immediately die from the plague#its not that i mind when a story is simple and cliche but in a story abt a real life plague epidemic its kinda weird to throw in moralism#like. ppl didnt only catch the plague bc they were bad people??? and arguably there should be more empathy for how hard it would be#to be a good person in a society like the one the author describes in the book#anyway this was a collosal waste of my time but its making me so mad bc the writing style is good and the historical aspects well researched#it could have been so good. if it was good
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Oh, yes, I just love your unannounced sleepover where you both come back from the bar after carefully avoiding telling me that's where you were going, and also neglecting to tell me when you'd be home! I definitely do not want to knock you on your ass and take a bat to your dome! That would be rude and unnecessary :)
Oh yes, please do start talking about shit amongst yourselves and make me feel isolated and othered in ny own room! These moments are what I live for, of course. Naturally. Who would ever have any issues with this arrangement at all?
#txt#might delete this later but i also might not because my irritation and rage is real and i shouldnt have to so constantly discard it#i am so tired of constantly putting it aside#i want your blood in my fucking teeth. and it's your fault i want it there- certainly- because I TRY. I try so hard not to feel this way#but eventually you get tired of those little games too#okay I drafted this for a minute bc idk if this fucker is actually spending the night or not i just know he took off his belt. BUT THEN ONE#+ OF THESE FUCKERS DECIDED TO START TALKING ABOUT SPIDERS. A THING THAT I HAVE A VERY BAD PHOBIA ABOUT. I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU#thinking of killing and maiming and maiming and killing and killing and shredding and tearing and killing and-#seriously though what. the fuck. you even go ''oh they're not gonna like this'' THEN HOW ABOUT YOU DONT FUCKING SAY IT#ohh and now you're sitting here making plans for when you go out without me next! I'm going to make you a bloody smear on my fucking floor#i am going to Dissect you. I'm going to rip you apart and feed you to the local strays and csrrion birds.#not even getting up and leaving right fucking now would assuage me. i wish i wasn't so full of fucking hate but you just keep adding fuel +#+to the fire#im so tired. I'll come back with a ''im fine now'' if he fucking leaves but im going to seethe now. im so fucking angry.#how do you fucks continually just bounce between the topics that makes me feel Most Violent Towards You? literally how do you not realize i#+ want you dead at this point? how do you not realize the grave you've dug for yourselves in my mind?#i dont fucking mask it that well. i know i dont. and still you fucking do this#((part of why it being a bar specifically that bothers me besides the very deliberate and careful avoidance of mentioning it to me is that#+*one of you is at serious risk for becoming an alcoholic. why the fuck are you being enabled this way?*))#((if i was dating someone with a genetic predisposition of alcoholism i would make your regular dates nights- idk- NOT THE FUCKING BAR +#+ DISTRICT. DO YOU EVEN FUCKING CARE ABOUT THEM? DO YOU? This fucking boils my god damn blood.))#(ultimately its their decision if they want to fucking drink yeah sure whatever YOU DONT NEED TO REGULARLY AND READILY ENABLE IT. BASTARD.)#(If they want to drink so fucking bad- if they push for the bars- JUST BUY SOME ALCOHOL AND BRING IT FUCKING HERE. It limits how much they+#+can have for one- and it would isolate me from you two less! just as an added fucking bonus! but no very unreasonable of me. what was i +#+thinking? clearly not about them 🙄)#i might be a little out of line here. i can admit that. but if anyone spent a week in my fucking shoes back when they first got together +#+and then now? you would fucking understand.#and they just. keep. talking. to eachother. no attempts to include me. not even glances my way. like always.#''oh nothing will change'' IT FUCKING CHANGED. I want to hurt you so bsdly for that lie with ever passing day. do you even know it was a li#do you? anyway was abt to post this and noticed a gif i have of a woman ripping her shirt off so im going to stare at that until im calm ig.
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Overwatch games went surprisingly well today, I've been working hard on my Mercy play 😤✌️ Tho had a match where the enemy mercy said "ew mercy" to me playing mercy, then her and her dps duo started accusing me of pocketing and like calling me gross 😂 Anyway guess using Mercy's kit is still considered bad to people, because I was in fact doing the cursed damage boost. Horrible truly lol Shoutout to my wife playing Moira for doing such a badass job at healing that i can basically play dps power boost the whole match and just top off as needed!!
#personal#max talks#also we won and the enemy mercy switched in the end#so i very rudely said 'sorry i can play her' in chat which made them seethe#we matched against each other again another game and the enemy mercy wrnt full battle mercy 😂#she did less that 1500 damage and heals the whole game then got all high and mighty about her team winning#like bruh im not pressed about losses like you? it happens? im just playing a game and tryinh to work on positioning and beam usage 😤😤#anyway they tried to friend me to rage more and i just blocked them#i diiiiiid say they sucked at mercy tho 🙈😂 But fam went battle mercy poorly and then tried to brag i had to#like they threw back 'dont be mad i can play mercy' so i was like 'you cant tho' lmao im terrible but like bruh#i had 20 or so other games where it was all chill and all GGs even with losses. so like i couldnt help it with them being so weirdly rude 😂
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Brat
Paring: Joel Miller x reader
Summary: After you make a stupid call and get you and Joel into a bad situation he teaches you a lesson
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Joel fucks some sense into you over a table.
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, Joel is mean, Joel calls you names, reader is high on pain pills lowkey but everything is consented to, it makes sense I promise just read, Joel pushes you around, age gap
WC: 2.5k
A03: Brat
Notes: This is nasty asf im so sorry, feel free to leave feed back. also send asks if u have ideas for future fics. Anyways I have had this written but unpolished for a while, and im lowkey unmotivated with my age gap Jackson fic rn so I wanted to give y'all something until then
Edit: I finally edited it! i hope it sounds a little better, and tysm for notes :)))
“What the fuck is your problem?” Joel yells slamming the door harshly behind him.
“My problem? What the fuck?” You throw your bag down in defeat.
“We could have brought back all that fucking supplies and you just blew it all up.” You’re yelling at him now.
“Yeah,” He huffs. “real good it would have done us dead!” He's taking steps towards you.
Your throat tightens.
“That loss was on fucking you. We could have just slid by and not started nothin’, now we're down on supplies even more and you have a fuckin hole in your side.” He’s seething and growing closer.
“Yeah, I would've had a real good fix if you had listened to me!” You're shaking, and taking steps towards him, finger in his face.
It's a screaming match, but you're losing steam, the wound on your side is manageable but painful, the stitches pull at your skin and you're still a little dizzy from the blood loss, but the pain pills Joel had shoved in your mouth should kick in any moment.
You and Joel had just stumbled into the middle of a hunter's base while traveling. It was filled with supplies like ammo, guns, and food. The two of you disagreed on whether to get the supplies or not, Joel thought it was too risky but you disagreed. Your stubbornness led to a massive shootout, and shortly after the first shot was fired, the two of you were cornered. Joel had to throw a pipe bomb, which inevitably killed the hunters and blew the supplies to pieces. You barely escaped the fight after a bullet grazed your side. Now you were left with no ammo or supplies, and a pissed-off Joel.
“Listen to you?” He retorts, shocked. “You nearly got us killed!” He's gaining on you, backing you into the wall.
“I was thinking ahead! If you would have just followed me and not made a fuss, we would have been fine!” Your voice starts to falter as his tall frame devours you.
“Thinking ahead my ass, you were only thinkin’ bout yourself!” He furiously spat.
You back up slowly, as he continues to yell. You can't think of anything else to say, and your throat feels raw. His eyes are filled with rage, brows pinched together tightly. His hand lands on your shoulder, and with a firm shove, your back instantly hits the wall. Before you can process what happened, his hand flies up, grasping your jaw harshly and pulling your head to look up at him.
“If you’re gonna act like a fuckin’ idiot again, don't drag me down with you.” He says carefully.
His chest is rising and falling quickly fighting aginst the constaints of his flannel The breath has been ripped from your lungs as you stare up at him anticipaitingly. You can't break eye contact, and silence is starting to take over, only both of your heavy breathing fills the air. His eyes are black, staring so deep into your own you feel like you can't hide anything. His grip on your jaw loosens, only for a moment before you are yanked towards him. His lips crash into yours messily, capturing you in a violent kiss. His body is pushed into yours, knee slotting in between your legs, pressing you even further back into the wall. You feel his teeth graze your lips, biting and nipping at anything he can. You try to keep up with the frantic kiss, but can't. His hands move from your jaw to your neck, to your shoulder and back, like he doesn't know where to go. Your own are frozen at your side, balled into fists. The fast pace is bruising and your jaw begins to ache from his force.
His lips leave yours, as he brings your head up further craning it. Just as you are finally able to take a breath, he reconnects to your neck. Sucking on every inch of skin he can, it's fast and almost narotic, anamiliostic even, but it doesn't stop you from trying to squeeze your legs together. His bites become more harsh and you can't help but let out weak groans. He pushes his knee up into you more and your legs go numb. Your mouth is wide open, eyes screwed shut.
Joel is littering kisses and merciless bites down the column of your neck, hands feeling feverishly up and down your sides.
He trails to your collarbone, biting it gently then making his way back up. He kisses his way to your jaw and over to your ear before standing up completely. His leg disappears from under you and you have to catch yourself from falling.
Looking down at you, his eyes are still dark.
“Go stand in front of the table.” His voice sounds scratchy and out of breath.
You stare at him blinking dumbly trying to make sense of everything that just happened. Your mouth opens to say something, but the thought is lost as soon as it had come to you. His hair is disheveled, sleeves are rolled up exposing his aged yet muscular forearms. He is so tall and so brooding, it's so terrifyingly attractive. Something about his rage is just turning you on more and you know its wrong but it feels so good.
“You stupid or sumthin’?” He sounds mean, so condescending, and normally his talking down on you enrages you, but right now, everything in your head wants more of him. His kisses, his smell, the way his knee felt pushing up against your most sensitive part, you feel high.
He tilts his head at you warningly, and you slowly push yourself off the wall and walk shakily over to the table in the middle of the dusty room. You place your hands on the edge of the table standing up straight and facing away from Joel. It's quiet for a minute before you hear the thudding of his boots growing closer to you. They stop just behind you and you're shoved over the table by a rough hand. You whine at this quietly, hands braced against the surface. Once again he makes contact with your back, pushing you slowly yet firmly into the piece of furniture, forcing your arms out to the side of you.
“You’re a fuckin’ brat.” His hands trail their way to your hips squeezing long and hard, pulling them against his own. He's kneading the flesh, you feel his eyes burning holes into you.
“Just a stupid kid, thinkin’ you always know what's best.” He trails off and starts pulling your jeans down and over your ass slowly. The cold air of the room gives you chills and you attempt to push your legs together.
You turn your head to the side.
“N-not a kid.” You are barely able to get out, your lungs still feel empty.
His hand makes contact with your now bare ass. Not hard, but enough to make you close your mouth.
“Shut it.” He's serious.
He sighs and continues.
“You're cocky, and young...” He pauses for a moment, maybe second guessing himself about to fuck a twenty year old girl, the same thought crosses your mind but neither of you really care at this point.
Your head is spinning out of control, a slight nausous feelings seeps into your gut when you suddenly recall the three multi-colored pills Joel had given you earlier. Your stomach drops for only a moment before you recognize the euphoria flooding your brain.
You barely notice the sound of Joel’s belt buckle coming undone.
“Should have listened to me ya know,” He says, grabbing your ass firmly and pulling it away from the table, and snapping you out of your thoughts.
“I've kept you safe for how many months now?” He grunts, prodding your entrance.
You gasp.
He leans to the side and makes eye contact with you.
“Listen to me next time and maybe you won't have a fuckin’ hole in your stomach again.” He stands back up straight again.
“Mhm sorry-” Your apology is empty, you feel like you're melting into the table, and all you can think about is the feeling of his dick at your hole. You're not really sorry, your just sorry hes not already in you.
You know this, and he knows this.
“Yeah, sorry don't cut it no more. Think you can look all pretty at me and I'll forgive you? I'm done with that shit.” He thrusts into you so suddenly you yell, or at least you think you do, but you're too dizzy and the feeling of his cock deep inside is all you can feel. He's saying something but you can't hear anymore, your eyes are shut and all you know is the weight of him inside you. His touch is like a mantra in your head.
Joel Joel Joel Joel
He pulls back quickly, then slowly sinks into you again. You're moaning over each inch, unable to do anything but take it. He pushes your ass apart, and pulls out slightly, sinking back in once more. He repeats this slowly a few more times, mesmerized by the sight of you sucking him in. Your moans come out strangled, and you stumble over incoherent words.
“I always take care of you right?” His voice is low. His hands go to your hips again and continue at a slow pace. The wet sound is so disgustingly loud, that it makes you cringe, but just as with every other thought, it is quickly blurred. Your brain is foggy with lust, and probably the painkillers, but that doesn't matter right now, nothing but this amazing feeling inside of you matters.
You moan in response. He huffs out a laugh.
“You're never this compliant, this what I have t’do to make you listen?” His hands squeeze you harder.
You hum so brokenly in response he almost feels bad, but the way you're gripping around him lulls him in further, there's no going back now.
“Gon' be real good for me?” His southern drawl drips off of every word he says.
“Let me take care of you like I always do. You be a good girl and keep layin’ here.” You go to speak but your words die in your throat when he slams into you again.
His pace quickens so fast you can't move anymore. Your eyes are now wide open staring across the empty room, mouth open moaning non stop. He is hitting something so devastating inside of you that your knees go weak and hang loosely over the table. He's grunting, with each thrust, lost in the way you feel.
“Fuck, so good. Feels so good.” He's breathless, holding onto your bruised hips for dear life.
“Shoulda' done this months ago.” He slurs.
The thought of Joel fucking you, in the truck, in the woods, in dilapidated houses, really anywhere, is making the blood rush to your head. Your neglected clit is throbbing needily, and your stomach is beginning to tighten.
Your walls squeeze around him and his pace falters for a moment as he lets out a strangled moan, he sounds like he's in pain. You on the other hand are just yelling at this point, weak moans lace everything that comes out of your mouth. Your arms are gripping the flat surface as much as possible, bracing yourself against his violent movements. The coil tightens and you feel your orgasm approaching.
An “Oh god” leaves your mouth but it's so slurred and desperate it doesn't feel real.
“Come on baby girl.” He angles his hips down and you're blinded by the feeling.
“Fuckin’, god... Brat. Come all over me.” He sounds breathless, yet still furious.
You're so high on his everything, that the words only push you further and further over the cliff, and suddenly your whole body tenses so unbelievably tight you can't move. Your hips stutter back against Joel, locking him inside of you. He's sputtering your name, mixed with Fuck’s and You feel so good’s.
Your insides clamp down on him and he stops moving completely, now just grinding his hips into yours weakly. Each wave tightens your body even more than the last, it goes on for what feels like forever. Eventually, the final surge passes and you melt into the table, completely limp. Your senses are numb, and all you can feel is Joel's dick jerking in you rhythmically.
He must have come but you were so overwhelmed by your own orgasm you didn't even notice. He's breathing hard above you, your body is coated in sweat, soaking through your shirt. Slowly your feelings come back. Joel finally releases your hips and pulls out of you gradually. The feeling is deflating, and you feel even smaller than before. Your hole flutters around nothing, but you can't move off the table still. You feel Joel staring at you, and then you feel it start to trickle out of you, shame floods your mind and your face goes red. You feel him bend down to grab the jeans that were still hanging off your ankles, pulling them up and over your ass again. The dampness of his cum makes you shift slightly, and you try to push yourself up off the table. When you do your vision goes black, and you hesitate not wanting to pass out on him right after he fucked you.
Slowly now you stand, legs trembling under your weight. The euphoria of the painkillers is coursing through your body so intensely, that you had forgotten about the wound. Reaching down to feel it, it was dry still not bleeding.
That's surprising.
You turn to see Joel gathering his things from around the room, and throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He's running his hands nervously through his hair.
How does he look so composed?
Your hair is tangled and messy, dried tears crust your face, and your jeans are still not buttoned and unzipped.
“Get your stuff.” He says quietly, timidly, and not making eye contact.
He wants to leave now?
“We’re not-, I can't even-” You stutter, shocked at how he expects you to be able to walk back to the truck in this state.
“Get your stuff.” He says again, giving you a warning glance.
You blink at him, you're dizzy and weak, everything is sore in the best way possible but you genuinely don't feel like you can walk. You struggle over to your backpack and scoop it off the floor, putting it on. When you look up Joel has already opened the door and is scouting the area, making sure no one is in sight. Once clear he steps out, holding the door for you. You walk slowly, limping over to him not looking him in the eye, you're too embarrassed to. When you step outside he closes the door and begins walking in the direction of the truck. You feel frail and the idea of the half-mile walk back makes you feel even more fatigued. He seems weirdly unbothered by everything that just happened, while you on the other hand are a wreck.
The whole way back, you stumble after Joel, underwear uncomfortably wet.
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aint no way people r calling lando's car illegal 😭😭 when it was max no one batted an eye. anyways! rage more!! seethe more!! HE WON 🗣️🗣️ and there was no safety car for you to claim he "got lucky". oh my god i love this man SO MUCH IM GOING FERAL RAAAAAAAAH
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