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Paddock Pass (Taylor's version) | CL16
âžșÂ there are many perks to being Charles Leclerc's girlfriend. You get free paddock passes, you're able to watch him chase his dreams while you work on yours from the garage, and of course, you get Charles. What you didn't know is that he would add a new thing to this list: your favorite singer in the garage (based on this request). â mentions of food; friends to lovers; not proofread; fem!reader (she/her). 0.8k words
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Life has a funny way of making things happen. You knew it from an early age, and it was kind of funny looking back at it now, as Charles' girlfriend.
As a shy kid from Monaco, your childhood wasn't exactly the most social one - you were shy, wore glasses, and liked to keep things to yourself. That's how you ended up discovering Taylor's music and became friends with Charles at the early age of 7.
During the summer holidays, with not many friends to enjoy the time except for one girl from school who happened to be traveling, you ended up going with your mom to the hairdresser. The owner saw how uncomfortable you were with all the noise and people and showed you to the waiting area, a room with a big TV and a few toys. You were the only one there, and the echo of the TV caught your attention. It was playing a song you had never heard before, a blonde singer wearing glasses and pajamas sang with all her strength. You were entranced by the image, so much so that the door opening didn't catch your attention until someone poked at your shoulder. "Hi, I'm Charles," and just like Taylor was singing, he belonged with you.
Eighteen years later, you were in the Ferrari garage working on your computer while Charles got ready for quali. Since it was the Vegas GP, and you didn't like the rush and lights that much, you chose to stay in the deepest area of the home motor curled on a blanket waiting until it was time for the race to begin.
"Cherie, Kika is looking for you at the Alpine garage," Charles knocked on the door, and peeked his head inside, smiling fondly at you.
You adjusted your glasses, "Tell her to come here."
"She's having lunch there, told me she got your favorite snacks for dessert," he explained, and you bit your lips. "There are not as many people out there since it's qualy," Charles tried to reassure you and you nodded, grabbing your cardigan and lacing your fingers with his.
"I told her to wait for you. Hopefully, she did," he had this funny smile on his face, and if you weren't so tired from the flight the other day, you would nag him about it.
You walked hand in hand to the Alpine garage, Charles stopping here and there to take a few pictures, but nothing as crazy as Sundays usually are.
When you finally reached the pink and blue facility, things seemed different. You didn't know how to pinpoint what exactly it was, but you felt like the usual rush was slightly blessed, and from previous experience, you bet someone important was inside.
"I've been waiting forever to do this for you, I couldn't have done it sooner because of the whole world tour thing and you know how hectic it was for her, right?"
You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling your glass frames move in your face, "What are you talking about, Char?"
He shook his head, kissed your forehead, and entered the garage. The first thing you saw was a mass of a man, huge. Then you heard his laugh, and it sounded familiar. The second he turned around with a big smile on his face, you felt your knees weakened, not because of him but because of someone likely there along with him.
"THE Travis Kelce?" You whispered to Charles still holding his hand, and he beamed.
"Hey, Yn! Nice to meet you! Your boyfriend was just talking about you minutes ago," he took a few steps in your direction, offering you a handshake, and you took it.
"He said you were the biggest fan," you heard her voice before seeing her, and when she stepped around Travis, you almost fainted.
"Oh, sweet Jesus-," you screeched, and everyone laughed.
"Taylor! Oh my God! I've been listening to you since I was a kid," you whispered, trying to hold back the tears and the laughter of happiness bubbling inside.
"Careful now, or you'll make me feel old," she joked and opened her arms, motioning for you to get inside the hug. You glanced at Charles, silently thanking him, and crashed into your idol's arms. Her hug was warm and tight, and you felt like you could stay there for hours. Her hands caressed your back up and down feeling how emotional you got and trying to comfort you.
When you took a step back, you saw how her gaze softened, looking at the T pendant Charles got you when you were still little kids. She pointed to a nearby bench, "Everyone's trying to explain how this works, but I still don't get it. Can you enlighten me on the F1 world as someone who's been in it since childhood?" Your brows furrowed in a second, but you smiled brightly at her. She seemed to get your confusion, explaining, "Charles was updating us on how you were the biggest Swiftie since you were a kid."
"Yeah, I met him when I first listened to your song too," you observed, sitting down, and turning to her.
"What? Now you gotta tell me this! This paddock pass was so worth it. F1 rules can wait, I'm a sucker for a love story."
"That I know," you giggled looking from her to Travis who seemed to be in a deep conversation with Charles.
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The Best Friend
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Geto Ă Reader Ă Gojo pairing
Trigger warnings: NSFW content, including sexually explicit scenes (maybe). Poly Relationship (eventually). Emotional manipulation and power dynamics. Private relationship between counsellor and counselee is unethical so please don't date your therapist. MINORS DNI
Youâve been working at the corporate counseling department for a few months now, and one thingâs been constant: Gojo Satoru. The man, somehow, is always in your office. Heâs the CEO of the company, but it seems like heâs always got some reason to book a session. At first, it felt like a weird formality, but now, youâve gotten used to it. And honestly, youâre starting to understand why he needs so many counseling sessions. Gojoâs got this playful, carefree vibe that makes it hard to take him seriously. Heâs the type of guy who seems like heâd rather make jokes than have a real conversation, but when he does talk about something deeper, you can see thereâs more to him than just the annoying, charming guy who skips into your office like he owns the place.
One thing that keeps popping up, though, is his best friend. Gojo wonât stop talking about him, but heâs super vague. âAh, my best friend? Heâs too popular with girls. You really donât want to know about him,â Gojo says, flashing that trademark grin. Itâs almost like heâs trying to protect you from the guy, or maybe just doesnât want you to meet him for reasons you canât quite figure outâeven though youâre only asking for counseling reasons.
As if that wasnât enough, your best friend, Kugisaki Nobara, decided you were âreadyâ to get back out there, and set you up on a blind date. Of course, you tried to protestâyou're not exactly looking for anything serious, especially not right nowâbut Nobara wouldnât have it. She pushed you out of your comfort zone, and before you could say âphilosophy,â you were sitting across from Geto Suguru, a calm, collected philosophy professor with a steady gaze and a soft smile.
Geto was, well... the opposite of Gojo. Heâs polite, well-mannered, and you could tell heâs a genuinely kind person. His quiet intelligence made for interesting conversation, and unlike Gojo, Getoâs not the type to fill every second with jokes and antics. He seems to enjoy deep, thoughtful talks, which you find yourself looking forward to more with each date. Yet, there's one thing Geto mentions way too often. His best friend.
âOh, him? Trust me, you donât want to know,â Geto sighs, rubbing his temples. âHeâs just... too annoying. I canât even deal with him half the time. You donât need that stress.â
Youâre getting the sense that both of these guys have a mysterious best friend thatâs somehow never worthy of a proper introduction. Itâs all starting to feel a little too convenient. But hey, youâre just the counsellor for one, and there for good conversation and some nice dates with the other, right?
And while youâve been getting to know them both separately, you canât ignore the fact that youâre kind of enjoying their company. Gojoâs the kind of guy who canât help but be annoying but somehow keeps you laughing even when heâs totally out of line. You canât deny his charm, even if he drives you nuts sometimes. And Geto? Well, heâs just... easy to be around. Calm, collected, and honestly, you could spend hours talking to him about anything.
Sometimes, though, the way Geto talks about the world makes you pauseâjust for a second. Itâs nothing obvious, just a word here or there, a tone that lingers too long. You brush it off, but it leaves you with an odd feeling you canât quite shake.
Youâre not exactly ready to call it anything serious, but as the weeks go by, you start realizing that youâre developing a little soft spot for both of them. Theyâre nothing alike, but thatâs exactly what makes them so interesting.
What you donât know, though, is that while youâre out here juggling dates and sessions with Gojo and Geto, something seems to be shifting in each of them. They both find themselves thinking about you more than theyâd planned, though neither of them would admit it.
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Never doubt the Matchmaker ( jake seresin x reader )
Summary : nat phoenix trace was well known by her friends and coworkers as being a excellent matchmaker although jake seresin thinks it all bullshit till he finally let her set him up and jake learns never to doubt the matchmaker ...
warnings : goofy , fluffy , miscommunication sort of rom com feel to it , picture doesn't describe the reader just cover art i started making for fics
Natasha trace was a woman of many talents , she was strong , determined , and calculated . all good qualities that made her one of best female pilots but she also had another talent one that didn't even remotely have to do with the navy and it was her match making skills . when she disclosed the information it got laughs , didn't bother her she laughed along with them . then one by one it would start off joking then hinting to outright asking. first it was fanboy then bob then javy then rooster. only one she didn't get asked by was payback giving the man was already married and jake who still thought it was all crock . she didnât really concern herself with what bagman had to say the results spoke for themself . fan boy was living with the barista she set him up with , bob was married to the animal shelter volunteer , javy was still going strong with the yoga instructor while rooster only began seeing the nurse it was still good and boy was he already gone . the results spoke for themselves as always but jake still a skeptic , still ready to shoot it all down of course .Â
â heâs just afraid of finding the one is all â rooster laughed .
â i mean i donât doubt your skill but hangman finding the one is a bit far fetched â bob shook his head amused in the constantly denial of the match making but in fairness they all were til she did her thing.Â
â donât worry bagman i wouldnât subject any woman to deal with you â phoenix rolled her eyes .Â
â because its not working i mean rooster would fall in love with a rockâ he countered as the brunette exclaimed out a â hey âÂ
 â why does it bother you so much , you feeling left out , a little lonely â she taunted .Â
â never lonely phoenix i can get a girl to keep me warm at night any timeâ he winked taking his shot potting the ball .Â
â why donât you let her set you up then â bob suggested .Â
â heâs right you think itâs fake then prove it â javy added .Â
â ainât you suppose to be on my side here?âÂ
â come on man what have you got to loseâ rooster smirked .Â
â you know what iâll bit just to show you iâm rightâ he crossed his arms looking to the female pilot.
âFine iâll set you up bagman â nat shook her head .Â
It had been weeks since the whole agreement in the hard deck and jake constantly being the one to let her know the fact . then like an angel to answer all there prayers she found the one , the one that would have jake seresin eating his words . then one day during lunch jake was looking at text of details for a date saturday . he promised to give the woman a chance  , knowing full well it would end like all his dates do and that part wasnât so bad . Heâd gotten the womans number striking up a conversation , she could least do that only thing was when he asked for selfie she would reply later , later never came then it was â i forgot nextâ which didnât fill him with much fate but still keeping his word he continues to chat . saturday he was on the beach a regular tradition now playing dog fight football as the guys asked about his date.Â
â i mean we text but no selfies so not promising â he called as nat shook her head.Â
â she hot bagman not that it matters â she rolled her eyes .Â
â all chicks say there friends are hot , iâm just being honestâ he smirked .Â
â not al about looks â rooster pointed out .Â
â says the guy with the hot nurse girlfriend , you telling me if she wasnât attractive to you in the smallest bit you would be with her ?â he asked .Â
â yeah because of the person , she isâ .Â
â again not that it matters but y/n is a hotty and well able to handle you â nat scoffed .Â
â yeah weâll see about that phoenixâ.Â
When he got home still texting his date asking her what she was going to wear so he would be able find her . all he got back was long red dress probably something a grandma would wear he didnât know why but that was what he thought . then he got ready  thinking the worse as time got closer , like it was set up in a different way , a ploy for phoenix to get back at him and set him up with some lady that had twenty cars the generic mad woman crossing his mind . he could slip out early that was for sure although javy was telling him it would be ok also agreed to call with fake emergency. He was glad he agreed to meet somewhere else because if this was a trick least there would be no witnesses that was for sure . checking over least he looked good  as he looked down at his dress pants that fit snugly on his legs of the light blue almost whitish blue shirt that made his chest and arms look great . he was ready to prove natasha trace wrong and make a lady happy to get the jake seresin experience . he was sure it was going to be a disaster , some sort of catfish situation even though he had yet to she her face expectations were not high. He stood outside the bar it was classy place so who he thought he would meet would stand out a mile off already building an image of some desperate woman .  parking and taking one look at his phone both message one to tell him she was at the bar and another from javy to have good time but he was also on standby if needed . heading in there was one woman at the bar in a red dress , long that stopped at her shins , her long legs crossed with a pair of black open toed heels  , spagetti string straps as she looked around she was gorgeous. Maybe if his date failed he could ? .Â
She couldnât believe she let natasha trace do her whole match maker thing knowing how it was going to fail , from texting the guy it was ok nothing special didnât seem like he was into it either so least she wouldnât be the only one who was going to go into it with less expectations , plus she could only imagine what she was going to meet not that she didnât find natâs flyboy friends attractive because they were but they lacked a little something . she herself worked as a mechanic not as glorious or as dangerous as the navy but she and nat bonded over being in a male dominated area even still she was confused as the receptionist . now here she was sitting waiting for some stranger when she could be in her shop finishing the shit ton of cars that needed to be fixed but maybe a few drinks would be ok , help take the busy week off her shoulders . one so busy she kept forgetting to send a selfie and then she thought it would be more fun to keep the mystery going . she text him to let him know he was at the bar barely flickering her gaze when he text to say he was outside well here it was.Â
â showtime â she winked to the bartender downing the drink waiting for whatever disaster that was coming her way .Â
âErm y/n â the southern drawl clear his throat she turned to raise her hand.Â
â over hereâ she smiled ok , so he wasnât tragic looking maybe it was shallow but hey he was gorgeous blonde so she wasnât complaining .Â
â well darling nice to meet you â he beamed , heâd give nat this one she was the hotty at the bar .Â
â jake? Nice to meet you too â she held her hand out almost swallowed in his own , lifting it to his lips and kissing her hand .
â what are you drinking ?â he nudged .Â
â just beer , southern boy huhâ her own accent coming out more as she talked .Â
â austin born and raised , you ?â he took the seat noting the slight disappointed glance of bartender since he came over.Â
â dallas , would you like to go sit down and get some food because i for one am hungry ?â Â
â lead the way beautiful whatever you want it on me â he beamed holding his hand out and letting her take him anywhere and it would be anywhere damn she was like a siren luring him to sea . following the sway of her hips like they were personal hypnotizing him and maybe they were , pulling the seat out putting the full gentlemen charm because shit she had him hooked with her body already .Â
â so jake from austin what made you ask nat for her skills â she asked looking up ever the gentlemen pulling her chair out and pushing it in for her as she looked up through her lashes at the blonde .Â
â honest answer?â to which she nodded . â honestly i wanted to see if she was good as other say kinda a skeptic but maybe not so much â he winked as her head tipped back and wondrous sound of her laugh came out.Â
â oh my god same i only agreed because she set my cousin up with ostrich , duck some bird dude â she laughed .Â
â rooster?âÂ
â YES ! i havenât met him yet but my cousin ironic dove is singing his praise then when she told me she got a perfect match not gonna lie since your being honest and all but i said no for while stuff at works been well hectic â she shook her head.Â
â what is you do , you never said in your texts plus you owe me a selfie or two â he teased .Â
â a mechanic actually while other girls where playing with barbies i was playing with tools and hotwheels iâm only girl of a bunch of boys so i guess when i wanted to be one of them safe to say my mom was little let down to say the least â she chuckled .Â
â iâm only boy of bunch of girls iâm second born though âÂ
âIâm the baby , iâm actually working in a shop owned by my two older brothers and top at my job not as exciting as being a aviator for the navy thoughâ she winked .Â
â nah iâm impressed least i know if my truck ever has trouble i know who will take care of it for meâ he smirked leaning forward honestly he hated how much he was going to be hearing nat gloat because he was already hooked this woman was perfect although she was a decade younger but fuck she was making him feel like a teenager.
The date was good he laughed a lot she was funny , she seemed interested in knowing him and  kept the conversation light nothing was felt pushed or awkward . it was perfect date he hated he would have to tell phoenix as much he didnât want that night to end , they even made out in the back of his truck so why was it two days after the date and everything was radio silent . only thing that he was told was she got home safe and would contact him again . he never had that much fun on a date especially one that didnât end in sex , he wanted to be respectful , he also didnât wanna text and come off desperate so he was wondering what hell went wrong . maybe he could ask nat and swallow his pride at the fact she was good but clearly not good if he was ghosted .Â
She wondered what went wrong did she come on too strong , did he not like her . the date was perfect and yet she never got text back after she told him she got home safe . it was all good even making out in the back of his truck til he stopped it now she was slightly annoyed he ghosted her . burying herself in the overflowing work she could of been doing instead when the familiar sound of an engine . to see natasha trace coming her way all smile probably ready to hear about how it all went .Â
â iâm mad at you â y/n huffed tying her hair up before diving back into the hood of the corvette that needed dire attention. Â
â what did he do ?â she groaned now holding the coffee she brought like a peace offering instead of an early celebration .Â
â ghosted me , i thought we had a great time , even made out in his stupid truck and boom nothing even when i offered him to follow me â she grumbled looking up .Â
â wait what javy said jake had great time i was here to rub it in both of you â .Â
â well iâll do that rubbing in your matchmaking skill ainât all that .. but i love you and you didnât know this was gonna happen so i guess i ainât actually mad at you⊠my vagina might be â she laughed finally taking the coffee.Â
â iâm gonna find out what going on cause something is not adding up â nat brows furrowed as she head off ignoring the protest that came from y/n mouth .Â
She couldnât make sense of it , according to javy he was smitten like really smitten so what the hell was going on . she knew y/n was younger than jake by ten years was that it but then she was thinking jake would date younger than himself maybe not that gap but again it didnât seem to bother him . it wasnât even to do with the match making anymore ..ok maybe it was could that be it , he was ghosting y/n in his own need to be right. Now she was pissed as she drove a little faster , parking her car and storming down the halls. She didnât even look at the guys when she got to jake staring up , eyes narrowed and hands on hips .Â
â what is your problem how come your ghosting y/n , she said she had a great time with you and what is it your need to be right because that fucked if you donât like her least be a man and tell her â she gritted .Â
â what are you talking about , she ghosted me nat she should grow up and tell you the truth â he scoffed .Â
â she looked upset although she wouldnât show it âŠÂ she thinks you donât like her she offered her place ?â nat said even more confused .
â believe it or not i was being a gentlemen because i actually did like the her.. The date â he corrected pulling his phone out to show the fact he ended up texting her couple times .Â
â oh you stupid man , it concerning your still flying that not her the name is similar but youâve been texting another woman no wonder she didnât answer ⊠idiots â she scoffed as jake looked at his phone he didnât even realize that name was still in his phone he just saw the first three letters and was currently cursing the device in his hand . it all connecting in his mind only for rooster to say it all out loud.Â
â shit you actually ghosted her after allâ .
â where she work cause she not gonna believe me if i text her now ?â he asked chasing after nat who honestly was done with life at the moment.Â
â if i tell you , you gotta wear a shirt that says i was right for three nights of my choosing in hard deck ?â nat mused even though she was gonna help him either way but didnât mean she couldnât have fun too .Â
â you know what iâll let you have six , come on â he pleaded ready to dart out knowing heâs morning was free .Â
â don't make me regret this â nat smirked texting the address . â make sure you check the right message â she called as he ran off flipping her off .Â
 he didnt know what it was but he was hooked on this girl like some sort of spell was cast on him . he usually didn't bother texting after the fuck boy tendency was strong he knew it himself but shit he was so disappointed and turned out to be his fault his fuckboy ways or some sort of self sabotage . already losing something so good before it even started he wanted to delete all the contacts in his phone maybe change his number start a new leaf. He was just hoping he wasnât too late as he got into his truck nat sent another message telling him the coffee and baked good peace offering to bring as well as his size maybe he would wear the shirt an extra night for that. It was a race for what he didnât know but he wanted to find out.  Â
She was tired but finally she gotten on top of the overflow of repairs ones even her brothers were impressed she managed to pull of maybe the frustration of being ghosted was working in her favor , she was ready to grab her coat and head out .Â
â hey kiddo truck coming in can you sort this while i sort something in the officeâ her brother mikey called .Â
â you gotta be shitting me iâm heading out deal with it yourselfâ she scoffed.Â
â do it and iâll give you rest of week off and next week paid and overtime?â he said holding phone to his ear .Â
â fine after this iâm out for a week and half  â she rolled her eyes throwing her things down tying her hair up .Â
â yeah she going i think a date would be a good payment huh traceâ he chuckled heading into the office.Â
She was huffing and puffing but hey time of and extra money she could be happy with , what she wasnât happy with was a tall blonde aviator standing by the truck .Â
â weâre closedâÂ
â says your open â he nodded to the neon sign.Â
â busy should of called a head.. Or do you have a phone?â she scoffed hand on her hip , burning hole in his head with the fiery gaze she had on him .Â
â can we talk please ? i got your favorites hereâ he held up the container.Â
â you could of talked to me before , my brother is in there i will not hesitate to get the bat from his car âÂ
â hear him out ⊠heres your stuff and thanks for screwing up so i can get a date with nat â mikey called placing her stuff at the door before heading in and locking the door .Â
â traitor â she mumbled taking her bag and only see her car keys missing . â son of a bitch â she grumbled . But it wasnât going to get her down no come hell or nothing she would walk her ass home . so she did turning out away completely not even sparing the blonde a second look or care if he was following her or not.Â
â come on please let me explain â jake called.Â
â explain nothing if nat sent you here tell her itâs all good â she waved over her shoulder not only was she pissed she was no embarrassed thinking he owned her explanation . which he did but one of his own violation and not one her friend force him to make .  she heard his booths hitting the asphalt , she could hear the panting behind her shaking her head she kept walking .Â
â come on pleaseâÂ
â you ghost me , i practical ask you to sleep with me i thought you were doing the whole gentlemen thing but turned out you just didnât like me which is fine i mean not everyone gonna like me but shit when are guys gonna be honest and be like look i ainât feeling it  or some shit â she snapped not caring about the group of guys walking by . Â
â dude you blind â one commented as she just groaned walking past them all .Â
â hey hey i did want to ok and i was trying to be a gentlemen , i wanted to take you in backseat of the pickup if i could â he yelled only instead of the group of guys passing it was a group of elderly women .Â
â pig â one scoffed as they hurried passed.Â
â i thought you ghosted me ok âŠi maybe even worse asshole to admit that i was texting the wrong number because the names were similar which iâm going to have to text that person the same thing cause iâm pretty sure she married nowâ he winced as she finally stopped walking .Â
â you want me believe and if i did it worse that it was a mistake dude it ok we didnât click i mean i thought we did ⊠oh shit â she said as he held his phone up showing her the messages her name but the contact was similar . â is it safe for you to be flying â she asked .
 â yes i made a dumb mistake but my eyesight is fine â he snorted shaking his head nat previous statement .Â
â so you didnât ghost me ?â she blinked up slightly still trying to piece the new information slightly relieved since lets be real being ghosted is never fun .Â
â i didnât ghost you be a fool to , if your in a forgiving mood since i cleared it up would you maybe wanna go on another date ?â he stood not the usually confident or cocky way he was used to he was almost shy when asking a definite new feeling that he would ( would not ) out loud .Â
â i guess since you got me a week and half off work i could least do that â biting her lip , wanting to kick herself at the urge to twirl her hair in her finger like some smitten school girl .Â
âWell then lets get going â he winked wrapping his arm around her only for the same group of guys from before walking by looking barely 16 .Â
â dude kiss her â one not so hushed whisper yell .Â
â man i was gonna ask her outâ another whined.Â
â yâall watching this whole time ?â she snorted while jake was looking like the cat that got the cream having her at his side .Â
â tiktok was done ⊠if things donât work out with old man heres my numberâ the guy winked as jake took the piece of paper instead .Â
âShe wont need it son â was all jake could say leading her back towards the shop , back where his truck was least if her brother was doing him the solid he could have a small drive thru date . he was new to it all actually wanting to see the one person actively and exclusive ( not that he told her , he wasnât bradshaw ) but he was willing to show it in future . He also learned never to doubt nat and her matching making skills again well how could he went he was going to be wearing the visual proof .
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Donât know if youâre still taking prompts but if you are you should totally write about ford eating out fem!stan for the first time plzđ
hey anon! sorry i took a really long ass while to respond to this since i couldnt think of any specific scenarios to write this prompt of that wasn't just, you know, the promptâ but it finally hit me like a truck today! and also cuz i was sick and doing this in between homework djdndhdsn
anyway, VERY explicit under this read more, since i got SO carried away, hope you dont mind its the geezers pre-weirdmageddon in this one AND that you dont mind a little sex pollen also ty ty ty so much for your fem!stan request i love it when people enable me dhdndhdbdu also sorry to everyone who exoected a "read more" but tumblr hides my stuff when i do that so heres the warning, please scroll if thats not your thing
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"Constance, get down!"
"Whaâ"
It was too late. Cloud of pink glitter exploded in her face and sent her into a coughing fit so hard her lungs shook in her ribcage. She drops to the floor and hears Ford's "Constance!"
Then she hears him fire his space gun. Just out of her periphery was chunks of blue goo that would be a fucking bitch to clean out of the walls and carpet, but la di da, there it was. There isn't a second to groan about that or the way her breathing turned heavy when Ford runs to her side, grabbing at her arm and forcing her to her back.
"Constance, are you okay?"
"Stanford..." Stan wheezes, turning her head into a hafl glare. "What... the HELL was that...?"
Ford's eyes narrow, inspecting her face, before his thumb brushes against her cheek. Stan shivers, a full body quake and confusion over taking her while Ford inspects his thumb. From down here, Stan can only stare because what else can she do when she's down, dizzy with virtigo from whatever magical poison that got sprayed across her face.
From down here, Stan feels the heat from Ford's grip, the pads of his fingers and the large mass of his palm against the bare skin of her arm, tickling the nerves underneath into sending sparks that go through her body and meet at the coil of her stomach. Even Ford's knee, under all that cloth and was much father from her face than Stan seems to think it is, illicited some deep, twisted something in Stan again she hasn't felt in a while.
"Ford?"
Ford's eyes snap back to her, blown and widened with alarm. Suddenly, he grabs her arm again, slips it over his shoulders, the other encircling her back. Stan thinks, alright, he's going to help me up, before a squawk rips from her throat when his arm loops under the back of her knees and lifts her to the air.
"What are youâ?!"
"No time to explain, let's go," Ford says with all the urgency of a man on a mission. Carrying her out of their fairy-thing-guts covered living room with way too much ease, he sprints into the giftshop, ignoring Stan's confusion and dragging her into the basement.
It doesn't take a too long to find herself sitting on Ford's desk, trying to pump the breaks on the now doubled speed of her heart and the vibrations that run through out her body, working its ways to adjust to the surrounding. When Ford plopped her down and breathed the same air she did for less than a second, she felt itâ ignition to an burnt out furnace suddenly bursting to new life. there was so much heat simmering through her veins, her nerves, every god damn thing was way too much to handle.
She's hot. Ford's desk and the glass plane behind her was cold, cold to a chill, and her thighs clench and rub together, onto the desk, aching for that rub of friction because she needed something hot, hot now, just as hot as her. Her mouth was dry, all the spit went on her tongue to her lips. Thingsâ way too many things jumble in Stan's head, ranging from what the fuck is happening to holy shit, when did Sixer get that strong.
What stood out the most through was her brother saying he messed around with fucking nymphs, and all morning he's been hunted down by them. The one dead by their living room? A fucking nymph-assassin.
"Sixer, what the hell?" She pants, and oh God, she's panting? When the hell did that happen? Stan sucks in a breath again when Ford turns from rummaging through his stuff again to finally throw her a glance. Red hot heat crawls up her neck and she bites down on her lip when his eyes zero in on her squirming, her thighs. Stan might've thought she saw his jaw flex but, fuck if she wasn't also just going delirious.
"Why the hell were you messing around with those things in the first place?"
"I needed something from them, Constance," Ford answers measuredly, and Stan hears another racket from him looking for some goddamn thing through out his mess. "I've made an ammicable deal with them in the past, and now they're pushing for more. That's out of my control."
"I bet you backed out of that deal," Stan accuses, because it was pretty clear to them that Ford wasn't a god damn master of trickery or whatever. "What, you tried to swindle them for more of this fuck-powder? You know they sell viagra at the store?"
"That wasn't what I dealed with them for," Ford mutters lowly and, damn, if it were any other time, Stan would make fun of him. Stan would tease him, laugh at the embarrassed pout on his face, the bright red flush over his cheeks and ears. But she can't, not when Ford's back was what she's staring at, the broad, plane of his back and wide slopes of his shoulders, hidden under that stupid trenchcoat and sweater combo.
Where they could be ripped off and Stan could see all the things she never would have imagined her cute, nerdy but unappreciatedly handsome brother growing into if not for the one perk of getting shoved into a portal to whole universes of things trying to kill him. When she couldn't imagine him getting any hotter than he alreadyâ
They're back, those stupid god damn fantasies. They came at night, they came in the morning. They came whenever she and Ford would pass each other in the hall in their mutual agreement of no-talking, and his shadow almost engulfs her completely nowadays, and all she thinks is how stupid this whole avoiding each other thing is and they could be siblings as thick as thieves again.
Or even betterâ Ford could shove her into the wall and kiss her until she can't breathe. He could let her push that coat of his shoulders and sweater off his back so Stan's hands could crawl up them again. He could bite her neck, unbutton her blouse and pants, put one of those big palms to use and grope and squeeze around her tits, put those extra fingers to use and slip them into her pants, underwear, her, while Stan barely holds herself together biting at the firm skin on his shoulder.
Put that smartass mouth to use and say "Thank you, Stan" or "You're so good for me, Stan."
Get on his knees and put that mouth to even better use if he'd just shove down her pants, place his hands on her hips, nose against her bush and his mouth on herâ
It takes a second too long to realize, but it happened. one hand slid between her legs, pushed the fabric of her boxers away to brush at her wet and even more senstive pussy. A second too long to stop that haggard mewl that came out of her lips.
A second too long to see that Ford finally turned back with a jar in way too tightly gripping hand, staring slack jawed at Stan behind his glasses.
Fucking great.
"Constance," Ford breathes shakily, and no, this can't happen. Their relationship can't get any worse, and sure Stan is gross for thinking about her brother that way, but she can't help that they're coming at the worst time, when she can't hide in her room far, far away from the basement and ride on her fingers to quiet cries of Ford's name.
"G-God, don't be so dramatic about it!" She says, sweat prickling at her neck. "You-you've seen me change and get naked before! This isn't that different!" Because there wasn't totally a difference between getting used to changing infront of your brother when you could barely live in one small space together when you were kids to touching yourself to them, right infront of them.
Right?
Man, she's such a sucker.
Shame is mixing with her already sizzling skin, and she needs to go. Take that jar-of-something to her room and figure it out on her own because obviously, Ford already wanted nothing to do with her and would want it even less now. Goddamn it, this would be so much easier if Ford didn't have eyes that were identical to hers, but wore it with that cutting stare that tore through her. Since they were teens and she was in denial about getting off to her twin brother who stared a little too hardâ or even since forever.
Or at least if she wasn't still so hot and bothered thinking about him where she thinks she might've already came to his god damn desk.
Stan starts pushing herself off of it, face sweaty and pink. "F-Fine, I'll go. Just gimme that antedote and I'llâ"
Ford closes the gap quicker than a lightning bolt, the jar already rolling on the floor and Stanford's mouth already crushed against hers, all hungry and desperate like he couldn't physically hold himself down anymore and their glasses knocking askew. He's nudging himself between her knees, his hands onto the fat on her hips, and shit, did he just moan? From just kissing her? Oh damn.
"Nevermind that. I think I have a better antedote," Ford says against her lips. "I'd like to test it out."
"Just fuck me already, Sixer, oh my God."
Stanford lights up, smiles like he won the damn lottery or fifty research grants or whatever. He dives right back in, kissing Stan, and sinking twelve nails into her hips as he drags them together. Stan groans, feeling the already hard tent go even harder against her, and her skin is on fire again, but this time melting the frigid parts of nerves into a liquid heat that's flowing directly down into her stomach, warming her up inside. Ford's hands move quick, from pushing the straps of her tank top down until she feels breeze touch her nipples to taking no sensitive measures to tugging and eventually ripping her boxers off her. Ford pulls away, and drags is mouth onto her neck then chest and Stan finally gets to put her hands on his shoulders, how big and strong he's gotten. One goes through his half greyed hair, and even when he was a teen she loved the dark, curly mop she'd pull into a noogie, but now it just makes him look better.
It makes her so mad, specially with what a grade A dick he's been. But she can't be that mad when Ford reaches her boob and takes a nipple into his mouth, nipping then sucking hard. "Shitâ" Stan hisses, and there's nothing more to say than that.
"Fuck, Stan," Ford mutters against her skin, his breath tickling with the wetness on her nipple. "You drive me crazy."
"You're the one who fuckedâ ahâ with Nymphs," She points out, and yeah maybe she could be a little jealous about that, but it dissapates when his fingers make their way into the warm, wetness of her pussy, just as special as Stan imagined it'd be. "Wereâ hhâ they g-good lays, at least?"
"Not what I dealed with them for," Ford repeats, like that answers anything, and sinks loudly onto his chair, right between Stan's knees. His eyes drag down slowly on Stan, from her definitely fucked up hair, to half down tank top and tits hanging out, to right between her legs, and if Stan wasn't full on blushing then, well she sure was now. For a second it looks like he considers taking off his glasses, before deciding against it. Nerd.
Hooking the back of her knees over his shoulders, he smirks up at her again with that tear-her-apart stare again. "I doubt they'd ever taste this good."
Before Stan could respond to that, Ford's face goes between her thighs and his mouth is on her. If Stan thought she almost came earlier, then she's holding on for dear life when Ford's tongue laps at the outside before sinking deeper into her, sending shockwaves through out Stan. Moaning against her like he's the one getting head, like he's getting off from the taste of her on him alone. The flat of his tongue pushes against tight muscle, the heat almost pulsing, and making the wetness there grow more and more
Fuck, just Holy shit, how did he get thisâ
"Oh!" Stan gasps, one hand finding her own breast and the other on his desk, barely feeling the cold anymore with the clashing heat taking up her whole body, and all she can really feel is Ford's nose bumping against her bush when he only lets up for his teeth to graze against the nub of her clit while his fingers take over below. Stretching her out with his big, thick fingers, just so he could watch her like some pervy, oldâ
Then he sucks gently on it, and Stan is seeing white.
"Shitâ Ford, I'mâ"
"Just let it out, Stan," He says, still mostly against her. "You've been so good this whole time.
Thick thighs closing around Ford's head, that's what does her in. Of course it is. Her mind completely blanks out, turning to the white static on TV for a few moments until she realizes she's riding the rest of her orgasm on Ford's mouth at the end of it, while he laps it up like he'd die if he doesn't, like he's the cursed one.
Stan could barely register the murmurred whispers of her name and the movements of his arm from under the desk she's on until he's letting out a shuddering breath, forehead against her belly. Stan couldn't help the grin lighting up her face then.
Great, at least she's not the only one.
Just like that, the heat... doesn't really leave. Just wrapped around her cozily like the trenchcoat Ford threw over her when he finally stands up, only to drag Stan back on his lap. She's not getting used to that thirty years long honed strength anytime soon.
"Suppose I have a new more effective measures now," Ford says, lips finding Stan's, and she could taste herself on there, passed like a secret.
She's not getting used with this affection either, but Stan wants to see Ford try.
They stay a couple of moments there basking in this glow, until Stan peers up again, scratching the back of her neck when realization hits her.
"Hey, Sixer... you're the one cleaning that carpet upstairs, right?"
#is this any at all accurate to actual nymph behavior?? probably not how would ik dudnud#also fucking MURDER warning holy shit#but thats not the point of this lmao#inside you there are two wolves#ford ate out a whole bunch of things while in other dimensions so jes skilled af#or#ford doesnt know what hes doing hes just so enthusiastic it gets stan all hot and bothered#stancest#ask#fem!stan#ficlet#my writing#sex pollen stufff came to me like a damn bat i HAD to write it in#nsft
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Hey Ghoul saw you were doing therapy on your anons so I am here NOT to request therapy but to ask for idk tips, thoughts, opinions
How the fuck do you realise someone's flirting with you? How do you flirt back? I've found myself realising I was in a date while I was IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DATE so clearly my skills need work lmao
People always tell me "Oh, you need to be confident" and like. I'm plenty confident. I'm outgoing, I can talk to a wall, I'm a good storyteller, I like to think I'm quite funny. So it's not that I'm scared to talk to people.
It's just that... Apparently I flirt without realising and then end up in situations because I DIDN'T KNOW
And then when I actually Likeâą someone I simply become a wet mop and that's why I've always been single (no, kidding, I've always been single because the people interested in me were not people I was interested in and on top of it they had to explicitly tell me because I didn't realise so it was all very awkward đ)
Actually this is a wonderful question/looking for tips that you've brought me because I have a real answer to this!
Statistically speaking, and according to the university of Kansas, people are ASS at telling when someone is flirting with them. Genuinely we as humans are so bad at distinguishing what is and isn't flirting that we reliably can't tell who is flirting with us and who isn't. It's truly a wonder the human race has lasted this long.
A lot of it is environmental as well, so in places where people are looking for flirting they're more likely to assume people are flirting with them, and vice versa.
Now in terms of you flirting with other people I have no advice. There's so many tips out there and all of them will feel unnatural to you. The only way to flirt with someone is to have a genuine interest in them, and then you'll just sort of do it subconsciously. I don't think I've ever consciously flirted with Mr. Ghoul but somehow he's in the picture. So idk man.
Uh otherwise men are more likely to assume you're flirting just by being nice to them because they've been socialized to associate attention with interest, and women will never assume other women are flirting with them because they've been raised to see compliments and casual intimacy as natural between friends(which is great but girl I'm trying to fuck u please). So you're really just better off doing what you're doing and being your charming self.
If all else fails it's really flattering to have someone straight up tell you "I'm flirting with you." Also you can always ask for clarification, most people will find it cute.
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s5 episode 10 thoughts
after yesterday's trees that ate people, i am curious to see where we are going. however, i have heard that this episode and the 2 after it are very good, so i am excited to see where this takes us.
post-episode review: another contender for my (now crowded) best episodes of all time list! but take us back to yesterday...
let's read the description here... oh! this happens in a coastal town in maine? are we going to see BEACH mulder and scully? oh! this is giving me many ideas!
and yes, the description also mentions a girl and a doll i assume to be evil, but hey! maine! salt water taffy! seashells! lobsters! moose! blueberries! a quaint little motel!
ah, can you picture it? oh, do i need to write some sort of vacation fic? has this seed been planted? and will it continue to grow?
let us find out!
this girl (polly) has a creepy doll. she is glaring at her mother (melissa). she must not want to go shopping. donât make eye contact, old lady who walks by them. that child has an evil spirit. i can tell.Â
âi donât like this store, mommyâ <- so does she like other stores? other grocery stores? can she sense something here that displeases her? her mother clarifies that they will only be a minuteÂ
ohhhh, when she says she wants to go home, the dollâs eyes open. donât care for that. AND THE DOLL TALKS??Â
poor mom sees visions of the butcher stabbing himself in the eye?? and the cartâs wheels go wild!!!
âplease, donât do this to mommyâ, melissa begs her child <- so she KNOWS that her daughter and/or the doll are somehow responsible for all this??? GIRL!!! she just needs to eat!! they havenât invented doordash yet!! how will polly get her food?? does she have to go to a different, polly and doll approved, grocery store?? or must they simply starve??
ohhh OH THIS WOMAN IS CLAWING OUT HER EYES??? WHAT IS WITH THE EYES!?Â
EVERYONE IS CLAWING OUT THEIR EYES!!!! AUGH AUGH AUGH WHAT THE FUCK, POLLY?????Â
the butcher (dave) tries to call 911- somehow he is able to resist the call to scratch- but the fucking DOLL IS ON THE OTHER LINE???
girl. that doll needs to be thrown in the ocean NOW. you canât be doing this to my boy dave.Â
NOOOO HE REALLY DOES STAB HIMSELF IN THE EYE đ
bleurgh. bleeeugh. pour one out for dave.
and to think! i was just pondering saltwater taffy and the dynamics of coastal msr!!
ohhh, but this little town is so cute!!!! is scully on vacation???
OHHH SHEâS GETTING GAS FOR HER FANCY CAR IN A MAINE T SHIRT AND SUNGLASSES <3 ohhhâŠ. ohhhhh⊠vacation scully⊠i am holding her so gently
(she must have been so excited to get that silly little souvenir shirt if she had it on before she even got there... and i love that for her)
who calls her at this hour? (as if we need to ask!)
âmulder, i thought we had an agreement. we were both going to take the weekend offâ (he is fully in his office playing around with his chair) LMAOOOO
this man physically cannot relax. âright, right, right, i know. but i-i-i just received some information about-about a caseâ <- at least he seems self-conscious about the fact that he is breaking their agreement
AWW, SHE JUST WANTS TO CHILLÂ
âyou didnât rent a convertible, did you?â âwhy?â âare you aware of the statistics of decapitation?â <- grown ass man playing on a chair when he says this, btw. please worry about yourself.
(it is so funny how badly he wanted to hear her voice but cannot bring himself to talk about normal human conversation topics, such as the vacation she is about to embark upon)
LMAO SHE INFORMS HIM THAT SHE IS HANGING UP LIKE HE IS A SMALL CHILD!!! AND HE SEEMS SURPRISED WHEN SHE DOES
aww, the poor man is just a loser!
(reading these notes back for editing purposes and i am STILL laughing. god, he's such a nerd.
he's thinking, "hey, i know we promised to not talk about work for 2 whole days, but i missed you. do you want to talk about work? please don't get decapitated, honey. oh man, she hung up on me :("
meanwhile, she's thinking "for the love of god. just let me have a nice vacation. yes, mulder, you want to solve a mystery, but i need a break. no, i won't get my head cut off. okay, i'm saying goodbye now. GOODBYE.")
she rolls off in her convertible. which is a mustang, btw. serve. and melissa and polly nearly run her over. she looks pissed at their erratic driving.
woah! she is at the store where the eyeball gouging just took place. she finds all of the grocery store customers with blood on their faces!!!! but luckily, most seem to have intact eyeballs.
NOOO, DAVE THE BUTCHER MIGHT BE DEAD and his eyeball is very much not intact
damn. so much for a chill vacation.
(author's note: it's so funny to me how scully was not going to let this stop her from chilling. she was going to get right back to the beach after watching a grocery store full of people claw at their own eyeballs. me, i would have been calling the whole trip off and heading home after seeing such a horrible sight. her need to relax after so many years of alien nonsense is unmatched. not even demon doll could come between this queen and her vacation)
cutscene to mulder in his office, where a distinct moaning noise is coming from his TV. oh god. and heâs sitting there with sunflower seeds. LMAO?? heâs just sitting and watching.... this. not even doing anything but snacking.Â
NOOOO SHE CALLS AND HEARS IT đ âwhat are you watching, mulder?â OH GOD WHAT IS HE GONNA SAY?
he claims to be watching âthe deadliest swarmsâ <- utterly gagged at that man watching porn while just sitting in his office. stone-faced. and then lying about it. what does this say about his character?
BUT IT REALLY WAS DEADLIEST SWARMS LMAOOOO THE MAN AND WOMAN MOANING HAVE BEES IN THEIR FUCKING EYES IâM CRYINGGGGG
my asexual king. i should have never doubted you.
(author's note: still losing my mind at this as i edit, btw. i was fully convinced that mulder brought porn to his office to watch at work on the weekend, and i was thinking "well, it's not the STRANGEST thing he's done" but no. he's at work on the weekends to watch bugs sting people in the eyeballs. for research purposes. god. what a guy. i wish i could have a glimpse into if scully believed his statement or not. have they talked about this TV program before? is this what he does with his very limited time off?)
âit sounds to me like thatâs witchcraft or maybe some sorcery that youâre looking for thereâ, he comments. âno, i donât think itâs witchcraft, mulder, or sorceryâ (said while the local policemen look on in shock at her saying those words) LMAOOO
âyeah, well, maybe you donât know what youâre looking forâ
âlike evidence of conjury or the black arts, or shamanism, divination, wicca, or any kind of pagan or neo-pagan practice? charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones or hex signs, or any of the ritual tableaux associated with the occult, santeria, vodoun, macumba, or any high or low magic?â <- LMAO she said iâve been taking notes on your theories, boy
âscully?â âyes?â âmarry meâ âi was hoping for something a little more helpfulâ <- LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO GOD. the way her face doesnât even change while his looks SO FUCKING SERIOUS. he's in awe of her. hold on. i had to rewatch that like three times. i'm absolutely HOWLING over here.
and to be fair, had she said that string of words to me on the phone as well, i would have reacted in the same way! i cannot fault him there.
while watching the footage of what went down at the grocery store, she notices that melissa is the only one who seems unaffected. the police seem to not believe that means anything until she politely points out that maybe they should talk to melissa about the whole situation, and then she tries to get tf out of there LMAOOO she is not going to let ANYTHING interrupt vacation time!!!!
âpeople here say sheâs a witchâ âwell, thatâs not the first time for that accusation in these partsâ <- LMAO GET HIM AGAIN FOR ME
ohhhh, the cop says that melissa was âcarrying onâ with dave the butcher⊠who is now dead⊠well! that is deeply suspicious!!!
a policeman named buddy is trying to call melissa while polly and the doll listen to some old timey music. polly COMMANDS her to hang up. i fear the consequences for what will happen if melissa continues her chat.
nooooo :( buddy the cop tells melissa that dave is dead⊠but the doll is speaking now, because polly is being ignored!!! melissa says he canât come here, but buddy insists on coming.Â
so, again, it seems melissa knows that the doll is committing the crimesâŠ.
scully arrives with the other cop, named jack, to melissa and polly's house. scully is in her killer outfit of: blazer, maine t shirt, and sunglasses. looking like a million bucks. she proceeds to do the cop's job better than he does when she notices the backdoor is wide open.Â
feels so strange to see scully in jeans. i make note of this special occasion
ohhh, sheâs in the little girlâs room which could be sensitive for her... but she seems fine.Â
(author's note: i keep getting jarred by how much they are NOT acknowledging the whole emily plotline... here i was thinking that this child's room would bring scully to tears and she's just looking around, observing as always... the writers truly did not give a damn)
lore reveal: melissaâs husband died in a boating accident⊠or did heâŠ?
allegedly, polly is autistic, and the daycare lady slapped her across the face after a tantrum!!! what!! you canât do this!! scully seems shocked to hear of the slapping (but she keeps it very professional, as she always does) and then MORE shocked to hear that the daycare lady was knocked on the ground. by the little girl. but the cop said she never touched her.
yes, i am sure that the ghost doll can do impossible things, even attacking old ladies. the daycare lady got fired for the slapping (well, yes!) and the people call melissa a witch as a result (um... not her fault?)
(why are there so many people named melissa in this show? could we not get a little creative? did the writers only know of 3 or 4 names? crack open a yearbook or one of those baby names books that writers use, damn!)
omg, so the tea is that dave had a WIFE, but was still trying to get with melissa!!! but melissa did not want him like that. a queen who stays in her lane.
scully notices that the windows are all nailed shut. maybe melissa nailed the windows in because she was afraid of something getting out� like an evil ghost doll?
buddy gives the girl polly some ice cream as he tries to question melissa in this restaurant. buddy offers to give melissa some money so she can get away. is this, like, a kindness thing? oh no, heâs in love with her, seems like. says he missed his first chance around. well. i guess we can never have a man doing the right thing out of sheer selflessness. this is TV, after all.
she says she has seen things⊠meanwhile polly is DEMANDING more cherries from the ice cream lady. (and polly has strange taste. i like those cherries too, but they're very strong; one or two will do the job)
melissa tells buddy that she saw dave dead before he died! and it wasnât the first time!!! she saw her husband before he died, too! buddy seems to take this news better than expected.
ohhh, this lady at the ice cream counter says polly has to ask her mom for money to buy more cherries⊠i assume she does not have much longer to live
the doll opens its eyes IN THE RESTAURANT, and melissa says itâs time to go, knowing what is about to go down. buddy tries to give her a key to a place they used to go hunting, but NOOOOOO, the ice cream ladyâs head is stuck in the ice cream machine!!!!!!!
melissa takes polly and the doll and they book it.
this is an injustice to food service professionals everywhere.
the other cop guy- the one named named jack- is visiting jane, the old lady from the very beginning of the episode who briefly made eye contact with polly. and scully is here too!!
okay, so jane immediately launches into saying that melissa is from a line of witches. cool, cool. this must be the lady who ran the daycare. scully looks amused as she slams the door in their faces and remarks on ânew england hospitalityâ lmaooo
(she claims she's heard about it all her life, but never experienced it- is this her first journey to new england? like, recreationally, and not for work? omg! the cali girl is being exposed to the northeast! culture shock! she is learning the ways of mulder and his people!)
ah yes, we see as they leave that the sign on the door of janeâs house shows itâs the daycare. well, FORMER daycare.
scully wants to know if this lineage of witches thing is really all talk. and the policeman jack cannot figure out why he would want to bring melissa in. LMAO despite him being entirely incompetent at his job, scully does NOT WANT TO HELP IâM CRYING. she is PROTECTING HER PEACE!!!
melissa and polly pull up to the cabin buddy gave them the key to. ohhh, she doesnât have any gear⊠and itâs winter up here. girl! how will they eat!!
polly wants her BED and her RECORDS, and the doll is AWAKE. so now melissaâs racing home after seeing a dead jane in her rear window!!!
back at her home, the records are going off⊠jane is here, for some reason, perhaps to investigate the loud noises despite there being no one home... and when she takes off the record off the playerâŠ. NOOOO, NOT HER STABBING HERSELF WITH THE BROKEN RECORD!!!!!!!!!!!!
scully is taking a nice bubble bath, trying to relax⊠with some classical musicâŠ. but the phone is ringing!!! she slams the door with her foot LMAO and awww she gets out and wraps her hair in a towel <3 i love relaxed scully <3
wait, hold on, what is this book next to the phoneâŠ? allow me to pause. âaffirmation for women who do too muchâ by adrianna carrillo⊠now hold on, i need to look into thisâŠÂ
okay, so it doesnât seem to be a real book, but instead a play on âmeditations for women who do too muchâ, which has a very similar book cover and was published in the 90's. huh. the more you know! i wonder if copyright laws prevented the prop team from having the real thing.
we all know that she is, in fact, a woman who does too much. so i am glad she is affirming herself.
anyway, what was going on? yes, evil doll. there's a message on the phone. she does not play it. SHE DOES TOO MUCH ALREADY!!!!
AND the policeman jack is at her door!!! noooooo, she cannot get a break!!
they find jane dead with the record playerâŠ. they're investigating at the crime scene when the cop gets a call and says "it's for you"
LMAOOO, HOW DID MULDER FIND THE POLICEMANâS NUMBER, IâM CRYING???
(AND he says he called the hotel!! how did he find the hotel room's number?? he is a sleuth)
âhey, morning, sunshine!â he says happily (loud thumping over the phone) BAHAHA WHAT IS GOING ONNN?
he was worried about her!!! LMAOOOOO HE SAYS THEYâRE DOING CONSTRUCTION RIGHT OUTSIDE HIS WINDOW, BUT HE WAS REALLY JUST BOUNCING HIS BASKETBALL BAHAHAA
awwww, he really WAS worried... he gets separation anxiety. that damn ball of his gets good use when he is nervous!!
omg⊠we finally get a decent look at his wall art while he is standing there in his underwearâŠ. itâs just houses. sort of abstract, colorful, houses. with heavy lines. hmm. i will make assumptions on his character based on this.
BAHAHA AND MULDER THINKS THEREâS A SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION FOR HER CASE oh my gosh he thinks itâs dancing sickness KING, SHE KNOWS WHAT THAT IS!!!
why is the only thing this man has in his fridge a bottle of orange juice? and it is presumably expired, because he makes an awful face when he takes a sip, and then we see that it says âoct 97â on the carton, which i take it is not. so is this set in 98? early 98? since we just passed chrismas?
god. how has he stayed alive this long? is there some sort of cafeteria at the FBI he sustains himself with?
LMAO HE SPITS THE JUICE BACK OUT AND SHE HANGS TF UP BAHAHAAA
she has had enough!! she called this guy jack and said maybe we need to keep our minds open to extreme possibilities (gasp!) LMAOOO âokay, but arenât you on vacation?â <- SHE NEEDS A RAISE!! MAYBE IF YOU COULD DO YOUR JOB, JACK, SHE COULD TAKE A VACATION FOR REAL!!
now polly and the doll are back at home, and OH, the doll is breathing as the two sleep next to each other. this is not something that i care for. melissa is trying to do something to stop the doll's reign of terror, but it opens its eyes and catches herâŠ. so she cries downstairs. NO! not a dead buddy vision!!!!
LMAOOO meanwhile scully is utterly gagged at the size of this lobster sheâs splitting with jack: âthat looks like something out of jules verne. weâre supposed to eat that?â <- SHEâS SUCH A NERD IâM CRYINGGGG
she really is experiencing new england culture shock and it is hilarious
sheâs trying to learn about melissaâs husbandâs death as jack manhandles this lobster. the boat he died on is out the windowâŠ
this damn doll keeps replaying the hokey pokey over and over again. count your days, demon!!!
ohhh, buddy is here at melissa's place to take her into the station!!! and he sees the doll open her doll eyesâŠ.
scully is trying to figure out wtf went down the night melissaâs husband died, as she now talks to this grizzled old sailor who was there with him on that fateful evening
âi told my story to the chiefâ, he says; âpeopleâs storyâs changeâ, she answers <- ohhhh yeah, she IS a noir detective, yes maâam!
omg, melissa's husband/polly's dad found that freaky ass doll in the ocean!!! it was the night before polly's birthday, so he thought it was a gift from the sea!! and he heard the doll talkingâŠ. and then the old grizzled fisherman found melissaâs husband with the HOOK THROUGH HIS SKULL BLEUGGHHH?
(this episode was funny but the gore was SHEESH)
ohhh, and he put together that the doll was involved when he saw them in the store that morning
(her phone rings) âoh hey, i thought you werenât answering your cell phoneâ heâs TWIRLING the literal phone line while he calls her iâm CRYING this man is down TERRIBLE
OHHH HE IS TRYING TO FIND ANOTHER SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION WHEN SHE ASKS IF THERE ARE ANY REFERENCES IN OCCULT LITERATURE TO EVIL DOLLS LMAOOOO
he starts explaining and then she says that she âwas just curiousâ, probably because his heart would be broken if he knew she found a haunted doll without him. turns out there is quite a history of them in new england!
âi would suggest that you check the back of the doll for a-a plastic ring with a string on itâ (she rolls her eyes and hangs up)Â
LMAOOOOOO STOP my face hurts from smiling at this episode. why is he like that!
poor melissa is crying, making popcorn at the stove for the screaming polly, while BUDDY IS DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!!! NO MELISSA!!
she hammers the windows and doors shut even moreâŠ. but the doll cannot stand the pounding!!! and melissa sees herself dead in the window!!!! nooo!
scully and jack roll up just in time to either save the day or watch it get much, much worse.Â
omfg is melissa gonna set the whole house on fire?????? but she canât get a match to light!!!! the doll keeps blowing it out!!!
from outside the house, scully sees buddy dead on the floor!!!! and the doll wonât let melissa grab a knife!!!! but the demon doll somehow opens up the locked cabinet and gets the hammer!!!!
scully is absolutely SLAMMING herself into that door to open it, but NOOOO the doll says âi donât like you anymoreâ and makes melissa take the hammer and JAM IT IN HER OWN FACE?!?!?!?!?!?
scully and jack finally break in!! scully takes the doll away from polly despite her many refusals and PUTS IT IN THE MICROWAVE?? YAAAS THE DEMON CATCHES FIRE!!!!!!!!! scully is very dramatically watching that doll burnâŠ.
(this had me absolutely CRYING. she had no time for science that day. she was on vacation. if there is going to be an evil demon doll while she is off the clock, she is going to throw that mfer in the microwave and watch it go up in flames. extreme possibilities are allowed, but ONLY when it is not her duty to save the world.)
((also laughing that the doll was able to put out matches and throw knives and make people gouge out their eyes, but scully putting her in the microwave was so unpredictable this demon had zero defense against it. that, or her catholic powers simply neutralized the evil presence, rendering the doll immobile in her godly hands. i choose to imagine it is a combination of both))
while mulder is sharpening a ton of pencils and putting them in rows back in the office LMAOOOO
scully finally returns to the basement office! she tells mulder she wants to send his famous wall poster to "some guy named jack"!!! he seems unbothered by this, whereas i was shocked! and then she denies doing any work on the case while up there, saying she was just on vacation. ah, if only we could have seen her frolicking on the beach after those incidents.
what did mulder get up to while she was away? âoh god, i mean, itâs amazing what i can accomplish without incessant meddling or questioning into everything i doâ (pencils begin to fall on him from the ceiling, as we pan up and see like, 40 pencils launched up there) LMAOOO
âthereâs got to be an explanationâ âsome things are better left unexplainedâ fair enough
a cutscene back to maine... NOOOO, another fisherman hauls out the haunted doll while the hokey pokey ominously plays in the background đ
i hope he promptly tossed her back into the watery grave. let her torment some fish instead.
so, final thoughts: scully putting the doll in the microwave⊠she really is THE final girl, huh?
this episode was soooo silly. i loved it. mulder had no brain cells. scully took a bath and made a friend who she wants to send a poster to. she is gagged by lobster. lmaoooooooo mulder missed her SO bad, he was trying to do science to impress her, bahaha. and she had her little maine shirt on!!! the role reversal of him being the science-centered one because he wants to talk to her that badly, and her being the one willing to deal with demons for a few days also killed me.
def going on the list of faves.
i think it is so funny that she was so focused on relaxing for once in her life that she truly did not give a single fuck if that doll was possessed or not. normally she would be scrambling for explanations, and today she simply did not have the time. she wanted to take a nice bubble bath, listen to orchestral music, read her little book, and if a demon was going to get in the way of that, then she would simply stop it and move along with her roadtrip. and i think that is beautiful.
and to answer my earlier question: YES, i still want a REAL joint msr vacation fic with REAL relaxation and REAL saltwater taffy and splashing and no murder dolls, but maybe like ONE ghost tour because new england is old and spooky, and then mulder can ask if they want to get married for real and they can go hiking or some other nerd activity and be happy forever and always <3 the end!
#big smile on my face after this one#i am also questioning how mulder made it this far in life#while i thought he was reduced a bit excessively to comic relief this is a very minor complaint in the grand scheme of things#trying to imagine telling grumpy âi work aloneâ mulder from the pilot that he would call his partner like 800 times on her vacation#and i think it was a nice mirroring of 3x12 how it was her turn to have a solo mission#i love a scully centered episode! i am not that hard to please in life!#cannot stop laughing at her announcing she is going to hang up like he is a small child lmaoooo#5x10#the x files#txf#juni's x files liveblog
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MAN i forgot how hard it is to get the incoming kindergarteners to listen sometimes. very sorry that you are so small and your auditory functions are not great yet and also that you probably speak another language at home. i fr need you to put your listening ears on though buddy i can only repeat myself so many times there's thirty other children in this camp group and we've got places to be đ
#also one of them walked fully naked out of the locker room after pool time today crying nd saying he couldn't change#cause his socks were inside out. come on man. literally let's put our big boy shoes on now#got him sorted out and then he still came out with his shirt on fully inside out And backwards...#will have to work on being more patient and speaking slower tomorrow. that's for me to improve.#going to start putting these kindergarteners in pokeballs for easier transport though if this keeps up dkgjhsdf#important to note that they are Incoming kinders. just finished preschool/tk if they were in preschool/tk. very small still...#but hey man. work with me here. there are only so many of me and there are so so so many of you đ#valentine notes#also mutuals update!! it's summer so i'm doing summer camps now!!!
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literally what the fuck is in the air lately ive had three guys being weird at me within the past three weeks. thats one guy a week. Stop fucking being weird
#coworker situation resolved itself i think hes just Like That#weâve been casually texting now and everythings normal its fine#other guy who asked me out to get sushi together. i ghosted him. Lmao#like bro ive only talked to you like ⊠four times you are not getting me to a secondary location#and NOWWW#AT MY INTERNSHIPPPP#im huffing and puffing doing manual labor unloading boxes and shit#and custodial does Not pick up when i call them to perhaps come down to help me out#so i gotta do it all by myself i get a cart load it full of empty boxes and im like man i gotta go toss em all individually into the#dumpster now but lo and behold i get to the loading deck where the dumpster is theres a group of grown men#theyre all doing their own thang theres a bunch of box trucks theyre waiting on and they all turn to me when i open the door#im like. Hi. dont mind me i just gotta toss these boxes in the dumpster#two of the men approach me and just literally grab the entire damn cart itself and shake it out over the dumpster#like oh. Okay#i was like hey thank you so much !!! i literally dont know who you are but thanks for helping out !!#and i have so many empty boxes i need to do this two more times#so i open the door and just one of the original men shakes it out over the dumpster again#and i was like profusly thanking him cuz im like do you even work here like who are you thank you for doing my manual labor?? đđ#and so as im ducking out to get the last round of boxes the man says like hey only for you#and im like. in my head im like ??? but im like whatever. moving on.#so i bring out the last round of boxes and im like hey thank you so much for doing this have a great day#and he says something like i see you dont have a ring yet#LIKE WHAT#BACK UP !!! WHAT#IM ONLY 22 YOURE LIKE A WHOLE ASS 35 BACK UP !!!!!!!!!!#so i just say Hm! again and leave#like whenever these PEOPLE say weird shit to me i just say Hm!#CUZ LIKE. HUH?#what the fuck u want me to say that???#anyway thankfully tho this guy isnt a coworker so its literally just a passing rando i will never see again
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I'm on hiatus from thinking for the next while. Discursive and analytical fandom practices I love you so so much you are in everything I do, including the silliest of headcanons and comics but FUCK I am not equipped to think about. Anything right now
#ramblings of a lunatic#tbh my art muscles are exhausted too so i think I'm just gonna. be a bottom feeder for a little while.#like a deep sea creature letting plankton drift into it's mouth on the ocean floor yknow#hard to do when half your dash is about stuff u are not a part of and the other half is abt the fandom that's in hiatus#and approaching it's finale (and the end of a show should NOT be the end of a fandom it should NOT but. i know how these things play out)#and i can't just rewatch the episodes bc I've literally seen them too many times now#and watching them is like. oh hey episode! blink. it's over#bc everything is MEMORIZED AT THIS POINT#the obvious answer would be to go watch something else rn but i keep TRYING AND IT'S NOT WORKING. I ONLY WANT THE SPRINTEREST RN#but i also don't if that makes sense. i want the spinterest to be new but also comforting and different but also the same#aka i want a new episode to release bc i dislike the quiet fandom during hiatus BUT i don't want it to air bc then the show is over#so I'm just kinda. sitting here. frustrated#sitting on all my art and text posts bc I'm in a funk rn and none of them feel Rightâą#bc (CIRCLING BACK AROUND TO THE ACTUAL BODY OF THIS POST) they're all my usual hc/analytical fair#but i like to always have a good sense of character when i make those but those require REWATCHES FOR ME and i CAN'T REWATCH#BC OF ALL THE ABOVE THINGS I MENTIONED#oh man. i feel a bit better writing it down though. getting it out there somewhere in a semi-articulate way#I'm not done with my current hyperfixation- far from it depending on how the show ends- I'm just pre-bummed about the finale#and how it's gonna impact the fan environment that normally supplements my own fan activities like rewatches fanart etc#ohhhh my god that felt good to explain#it's to no one in particular but it felt good. this talking about your feelings shit actually works man#anyway please pray for me that i go to sleep some time tonight bc i slept for 5 hours in the middle of the day#after staying up the previous night#and i do not wanna throw my sleep schedule too far outta wack#(i think..i need to watch more movies? less commitment than series but distract me for a good bit. send reqs ig!)
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im starting to feel the "dead" in deadlines
#one big one due tmrw#but i might be getting feedback on it and having to fix some parts up till early feb so the deadline doesnt necessarily end the work here#another one till next friday and sometime after ill have to go to uni and present it so its another soft line#and then theres this vague one that doesnt have a date yet so im calling it the deadarea#thats prolly gonna be due mid february and will also require a presentation#and THEN theres another one that doesnt have a date yet but its The Big Boy Project and im gonna give a presentation and answer questions#and THATS WHEN I FINISH UNI WOOOOOOOOO#i so cannot wait i CANT#and i hate that so many dates are not set yet cause i cant have a specific day to wait for until its over and done#cause rn the only way i can look at it is that i'll for sure be a free man before march#which is a month and a half away and thus doesnt seem particularly optimistic#but hey at least tmrw ill have one thing 98% taken care of and im already done with the hard part of the second thing#im just. tgeres so much work and its already been weeks of this and theres weeks more?? motivation is negative#one good thing is that time passes no matter what u do. so every second of this is inevitably getting me closer to the end !!!!#yeah. i sound a lil bit like a negative nancy but rly im mostly positive just tired heh#straytalks
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#tw death#hey man. you know that friend i was pining after? she knows everything now#don't worry i did it. i told her. my choice. no one was spreading my business around again. not this time!!!#idk what happened. i just snapped. couldn't do it anymore#it all just came pouring out#thankfully i had my therapy letters to help me out. therapy me is very eloquent#look i know it's unrequited. i KNOOWWW. believe me i've spent years knowing that#the thing that's bothering me is... it was something that was just mine for so long?#like i was the only one that knew and now. someone else knows?#it's weird. it's like sending your kids to school for the first time.#like no. they should be here. why are my kids not here. they are being perceived by OTHERS???#like there's a sense of loss? idk#it's a relief. to not have to carry it around anymore#but it's like. not just mine anymore?#it went pretty well anyway. wonder if coming out to my family will go that well lmao#fuck i miss you#did you like the passenger? watched it so many times the past 24 hours lmao#can only assume you were around for at least one of them#i'm so mad i'm never gonna hear your insights on it. you would have loved it#she wants to talk more. about what i told her. on monday. fuck#okay i have work to do for thursday (I REALLY PICK MY MOMENTS HUH) so. tomorrow. you gotta make sure i work#i'm so distracted. my brain is fucking wrecked#i couldn't have waited like 4 days to do this shit? lmao what's wrong with me#miss you. so much. every day#own post
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That guy in the van has more of a social media presence than he realizes.
#I reference the pic of your boyfriend with his giant fucking dog in that van in the bacm#me: hey Serious looks like WT kinda and you're like: yeah#I suppose I have always been happy to see the stars at night#they understand I have a lot going on down here I think#me later: man I shouldn't have nerfed myself so hard in emotions(haha)#I know I have at least one witness of all the rage I have kept to a simmering heat#I am trying to figure out the deal with the cleaning lady#It is close but I can't quite put my finger on it#it's a headache but it's not a leave this realm to go and.....how....kind of headaches#that was more my crown decided to open up and I am sure it was you calling#it that place perhaps I disregard time or whatever meaning it will form#the twin by twin cube#me: oh God not another one#Like suck me off until I figure it out#I promise to visualize#it won't work if I am doing stuff to you#I'd be like here visualize this all up in you right now#yes ma'am I demonstrate with proof of fit and agriculture#my only advice to you going into that class is look pretty#that mother fucker will do the reat#I appreciate the visual representation of dry(not counting grool)to suddenly not#oh ... I could smell you were turned on whether I knew it or not#one day I caught a whiff of tobacco smoke on you and I puzzled over that because it was crowded and a few smokers in the room#I'm like I wonder if she would like to do a split over me while she smokes a fag#dire straits last night#pardon me did he just say faggots#twice now yup he did#master 11 of the wizard side perhaps#that relationship also goes beyond time I suspect#there are so many lives that I totally have no interest in viewing
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DPxDC Danny the Guy Who Won't Die
He lives in Gotham, and he is just A Guy. Nothing weird about him, he's just there to study/work/help Lady Gotham to lift her curse/on vacation with Sam. Point is, he is not there to cause trouble and there's no GIW on his tail. Just a dude living his (after)life.
And Gotham, being Gotham, still finds a way to be annoying. There are mugging attempts, robbery, Rogues running around. Only Danny really doesn't want to deal with any of it.
Now there's a dilemma. If he uses his powers to fight, it will sooner or later come to Bats' attention. And if he fights as a human, it will also alert some of the Bats since he doesn't really do a great job at keeping his power levels low. Not to mention the fact he is really not enthusiastic about accidentally punching someone hard enough he sends them to a hospital.
What does he do instead? He pulls the 'I guess I'll die' act.
So every time he is attacked, he just plays dead. The mugger shot him in the chest? He falls down and stops breathing. Caught up in the middle of a Poison Ivy attack? Skewers himself on the vine and goes lax. Scarecrow's Fear Gas? Very dramatically chokes himself and plays a corpse. He makes sure to disappear before any ambulances arrive later, and it all goes well for a few months - he is just a casualty, who cares, really - until one day, he runs into that same mugger who shot him in the chest a while ago.
The man does a double take. Danny doesn't notice - he's been mugged so many times, who has the brain capacity to remember all of those fuckers. But the rumor goes out anyway.
A guy-who-won't-die. It's more of a city legend, really, and the Bats don't give it much thought since, well, it sounds stupid and not very important. A rumor of some man who was shot dead and then showed up like nothing happened? Yeah, it's probably because the mugger didn't check if he was actually dead. That happens. Maybe it wasn't even the same man, Gotham is a big city. If anything, hey, at least that was one less casualty? That's a good thing.
That is, until one day, they show up to Joker's hostage situation and witness the clown screaming at one of the hostages. He is so enraged he is shaking, spit flying out of his mouth, and, contrary to the usual Joker's evil sneers and maniacal laughter, he seems just... furious. But, like, the normal-human-level furious. The 'I just lost the last ounce of patience with you' furious.
"Don't you look away from me, you think I don't remember you?! Na-ah, I do. You were the one I drowned in the shark tank last week! And you were the one run through the chainsaw trap two weeks before that! And you were in the guillotine!!! I saw your fucking head get deattached from your body, how the fuck are you here again?!"
And the guy he is screaming at just looks at him, confused and incomprehensive.
"Um, I'm pretty sure I'd remember getting my head cut off, you know? So, err, wrong guy."
"Wrong guy my fucking ass-"
Joker is so distracted by his screaming match that it makes it almost too easy for the Bats to fight him down and drag to Arkham. Yet, a few of them get just a bit suspicious.
Now, imagine all the shenanigans when they try keeping a watch on Danny the Won't Die Guy.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#joker#danny refuses to die#not again#at least this time he gets to make it funny#the bats are mostly confused#is he a meta?#but what kind of meta just... cant die?#what?#cork writes#cork prompts#just silly thoughts
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Before Sukuna was defeated, he hid your identity from history as well as he could. He wanted to make sure his beloved lover was never found by the sorcerers. However, after his death, no one was there to stop you from being found and sealed.
They would have killed you, but the love poetry and letters Sukuna had written to you was proof that you were his only weak point, so you were sealed in the fear that Sukuna could possibly return centuries later and you could be used to calm him as a back up.
Centuries later and the ancient sorcerers were right. The fearful King of Curses was revived and the higher ups of the Jujutsu world wanted Itadori Yuji executed for being his vessel.
However, Gojo Satoru had other plans.
Your prison realm was stored away deep within Jujutsu High, and he knew exactly where you were and how to unseal you.
âWhereâŠam I? Who- who are you?â
âYou are currently at Jujutsu High, a school that trains young sorcerers for the world ahead of them. And I am Gojo Satoru, a teacher here at Jujutsu High and the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. But donât worry, I didnât unseal you to hurt you.â
âWhat did you unseal me for then?â You have no clue what heâs talking about. Youâve been stuck in a cube for what felt like â and was â many many centuries. And this strange man with white hair and a blindfold is telling you about things you barely understand. Your head is spinning.
âI wanted to reunite you with someone.â The man turns around, waiting for you to follow. âAre you coming?â
âHow do I know you wonât kill me?â You say shakily, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. Youâre so unbelievably scared.
âI wonât. I just want to bring you to someone you know. Someone you love. Sound good?â He finally turns to face you again. Even though heâs blindfolded, itâs like he can see you shaking on the floor.
You wearily bring yourself to your feet and purse your lips. ââŠokay.â
ââââââââââââ
Gojo: Hey, Yuji. Iâm with someone
Iâd like you to meet. Meet me at
the training field in 20 mins.
Yuji: Okay! See you soon Sensei.
ââââââââââââ
The walk to the training field felt long but also fascinating. Everything around you was so new! How long had you been in that cube? Youâre pulled from your wonder when you see someone sitting on a step by the field. His fluffy pink hair reminds you so much of Sukuna it makes your heart break. You miss him so much. Perhaps Gojo has taken you to meet his descendant?
âAh, Sensei! Who did you want me to meet?â
âHello Yuji! I wanted to introduce you to someone very important. Say hello to L/N Y/N!â
âOh, hello Mx. L/N! Iâm Itadori Yuji.â He gives you a bright smile and a firm handshake.
âHelloâŠâ Thereâs a beat of silence before Itadori turns to his teacher.
âSo, whyâd you want me to meet this person?-â
âHow is Sukuna right now?â You perk up at this. Did he just say Sukuna? Was this kid Sukuna? No, definitely not. Then whatâŠ
âHuh? Well, heâs completely slient for once. Itâs actually quite refreshing to not have his constant nagging- whyâd you ask?â Suddenly an eye and a mouth apear under Itadoriâs left eye.
âY/NâŠâ
âHuh- hey!â Itadori slaps his cheek to stop Sukuna from freaking you out.
âItâs okay, Yuji. Let it happen.â
âBut-â
âSukuna?â Itadoriâs confusion intensifies when he sees you tearing up. Not out of sadness, but rather happiness and confusion. Just who are you?
ââââââââââââ
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Biology
âUncleâ!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 5.4k
Summary: Joel hurt his back at work, so you've been helping him around the house until he heals.
Content/Warnings: able-bodied, female sex anatomy, and inherently fem!reader. No description of reader, everything is neutral (ex. âyour bottoms,â âthe curve of youâ â nothing is specific in the way âyouâ are described). Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel in 50s). EXPLICIT MATERIAL PRESENT. HEED THE WARNINGS. WEIRD boundaries are crossedâŠyou're not blood-related to Joel, but you were raised like you were. You call him âuncle.â Pet names (baby, darlinâ, sweetheart, etc.). Pussy pronouns (she). Innocent touches until it isn't. Sexual tension galore. Slight dub-con. Icky Joel. Icky reader. Pussy grinding. Dirty talk. Slight degradation (âbitchâ is used only once). Multiple orgasms. P in V unprotected. Reader is on top. Lots of teasing about the nature of yours and Joelâs relationship. If thereâs anything that should be up here but I missed or I made any improper tags, please let me know!
A/N: Hi, my loves! This is slightly different than what youâre used to coming from me⊠All I can say is, youâve read the warnings! Donât bite if it is not your flavor! But for those who do like, I really hope you enjoy! And to my love @strang3lov3, thank you for prompting this and encouraging this side of my brain to finally stop hiding in the shadows. And thank you for your eyes on this and the mood board as well. I love you.đ©¶
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âHey, hon, when you headinâ over to uncle Joelâs?â
You glance at the timer on the oven. âIn about ten minutes after these cookies cool. Need something from me?â
âCan ya grab my toolbox before ya leave? Forgot it there the other day,â he replies. âFigured you could get it since youâre already goinâ there today.â
âSure thing. Itâs not the heavy one, is it? Because I donât know if that old manâs back is ready for a heavy lift like that yet.â The timer on the oven beeps. You slide on your oven mitts to pull the tray out. âMade two batches by the way. How many you want? Iâm taking some to Uncleâs, too.âÂ
About a week ago, Joel had a contracting accident. Some newbie wasnât watching the older manâs back as Joel climbed up a wobbly ladder, and the next moment, Joelâs footing slipped. He landed right on his lower back, a piece of wood perched on the ground, sitting at just the right spot on the floor to render him immobile. Tommy, Joelâs younger brother, and your father, his best friend since before you were born, are the only two Joel trusts to get the job done perfectly, so Joel put them two in charge until he heals.Â
Bed rest, the doctor had ordered Joel, for at least three weeks. Itâs been one so far, but with you offering to be his nurse â one that forces him to stay in bed unless he needs to eat or use the restroom â he thinks he just might be back to work by next week. If youâll let him, that is.Â
âNo, itâs the small one, hon, you got it,â your father reassures you. He lovingly slaps his growing belly as the trays hit the kitchen counter. âYâknow, darlinâ, ever since you moved back, Iâve been gaininâ some weight. Canât imagine what youâre doinâ tâ Joel over there.â
Your lip pulls up in a smirk. âJoel is in good hands, yâknow. And technically, I donât have to leave you any,â you say with a challenging brow, pulling the cookie trays out of his reach.Â
âNo, no, Iâm not sayinâ that,â your fatherâs eyebrows raise in worry. His daily cookie is very important to him. âYou can leave me like⊠five⊠or six.âÂ
âIâm just gonna leave you a whole batch. The six are gonna be gone before I even leave the house,â you tell your father as his hand subconsciously reaches for the cookie tray.Â
He scoffs, âYa have no faith in me.â
âSo whatâs in your hand already?â
âWhatever,â he mumbles, walking away with a mouthful of warm cookie dough and melted milk chocolate chips.Â
âUh huh,â you yell back. âGonna be leaving in just a sec. Iâll see you later.â
It takes less than ten minutes to get to your uncleâs house. You unlock the door using the spare key he gave you as a teenager, and immediately, nurse mode is activated.Â
âUncle Joel!â You yell, exasperated. He turns around from his place in the kitchen, painfully slow. Heâs going to make his back worse. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You place the fresh cookies on his dining table along with your keys. You cross your arms angrily for good measure.Â
âMy coffeeâs cold. I was warminâ it up,â he huffs, annoyed.
âBed, please.â Your hands find his waist, and you guide him back to his room. âYou know Iâm here around this time. You didnât wanna call me first to see where I was?â
You ease him in a sitting position at the edge of his bed. He grunts as his ass meets the mattress. He grumbles his response. âNeed to start gettinâ back to everythinâ independently, yâknow that, donâtcha?â
âIs your memory going with your back, too, unc?âÂ
ââScuse me?â He looks at you incredulously.Â
âThree weeks were the doctorâs orders. Not one,â you tell him, putting your foot down.Â
He lays himself down with another wince at the motion, no acknowledgement to your words. God, heâs so stubborn.Â
âIâll go make you a fresh cup,â you tell him, feeling sympathetic for the man. His work is his life, and itâs not going to get any easier with age.Â
Making your way back to his kitchen, you wash out the coffee pitcher, replace the grounds and the filter, and do some light cleaning as you wait for the bitter, brown liquid to brew.Â
Itâs only been five minutes since you returned to the kitchen, and the painful moans and groans from his bedroom have only gotten louder. You search around the place and find the heat pack you bought a few days ago and pop it in the microwave. You grab some pain meds, fill up a glass of water, and just in time, the microwave sings to you, telling you your contents are ready.Â
Ignoring the coffee for a moment, you make your way back to Joelâs bedroom. His eyes are closed, but his entire body is tensed up in pain. Poor guy. You knock at his door to catch his attention before entering. âUnc?â
One eye peels open. âYes, nurse?â
âFunny.â A sarcastic laugh leaves your throat. âCome take these.â
He makes no move to get up.Â
You set the painkillers and the water on his bedside table, the heat pack wedged underneath your armpit. You start to reach for Joel to help him up, but he stops you. âI got it,â he grunts. You let him have this win.Â
You hand him the glass of water first, then the pills. He swallows the painkillers in one big gulp, swallowing down the rest of the water in another. He eyes the heat pack in your arm.Â
âDo you want-â
âYes,â he says immediately, reaching for the soft warmth.Â
âLay down first, Iâll put it underneath you.â
Without another word, he positions himself. His body jerks when your soft hand slips underneath his back, pushing him to lift a little while you slide the heat underneath. âThis okay?â
âMhm,â he forces out, eyes clamped shut. Itâs not okay, you think.Â
âHow would you feel on your stomach?â you suggest.Â
âDunno. Never tried.â
âWell, then.â You set the heat pack down, and itâs your turn to crawl, uninvited, into his bed. You walk on your knees towards the opposite, unoccupied side, adjusting the pillows in a way you think might be the most comfortable. This isnât your first rodeo dealing with an old manâs back; youâve got your dad. This is, however, your first rodeo dealing with an old man more stubborn than a screaming goat not getting his way. âCome on.â
âNo.âÂ
âWhat do you mean no?âÂ
âThat ainât gonna be comfortable.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. âI swear to God. I will flip your ass over myself if I have to.â
âYouâre bossy,â he spits.
âSo youâve said.âÂ
Not giving him a chance to prepare, you hook your one hand at his side and your other on his hip, and you pull him towards you. It doesnât fully flip him over, but it does the trick in getting him to finish the rest of the action himself â albeit, with a very strained yelp from the back of his throat.Â
He groans for a few minutes more as you adjust some flat pillows underneath his belly and then prop the lukewarm heating back right at the base of his spine. Youâll probably have to heat it up in ten minutes again, but itâll do for now. You stay in your spot for a minute, and already his pained noises begin to subside.Â
âBetter?â You know it is. You just want him to admit it.Â
And when a single huff with zero protests from the grumpy man reverberates around the room, you know youâve won this round.Â
âIâll go get your coffee now,â you hum.Â
A soft rasp of your name has you spinning back around as you reach the roomâs threshold.Â
âHm?â
âThanks,â he tells you.Â
âItâs what Iâm here for, unc.â
You put his fresh cup of coffee in a thermos this time. You canât imagine how often heâll get up being in this position, but at least the freshness will be there with every sip he does end up taking.Â
âHowâs it going?â You ask him as you set his coffee nearby. You feel the heat pack on his spine, and itâs as you called it to be by now: room temperature. âWant me to reheat it?âÂ
ââM okay,â he replies, voice groggy. He mustâve fallen asleep.Â
âOkay.â You stand there for a moment. You can tell the heat helped, but his body isnât entirely relaxed. Heâs still tense, as if a nerve or something is being pinched.Â
You recall your memory from a while ago before you moved back with your dad. Your brother, who is a mixed martial arts athlete, had a sparring session that hurt his back, nearly in the same area as Joel. He had you running his massage gun over his muscles nearly every night for a month straight. âIt needs to uncoil somehow,â he told you. An idea crosses your mind then.Â
You saunter to Joelâs en suite bathroom in search of some type of lubricant. Sitting loud and proud on the center of the bathroom counter is a little bottle of Equateâs Personal Liquid Lubricant. Your brain falters for a second, the bottle of lube throwing you off your original plan. That is absolutely not the kind of lubricant you were looking for. Shaking away the image from your mind, you bend down to look in the cabinets underneath. Bingo, a bottle of Aveeno body lotion. This should do.Â
You invite yourself onto his bed for the second time today. âLet me give you a massage.â
âWhat?â His head turns to you now, utterly confused. He definitely heard you wrong, he thinks.Â
âLet me give you a massage,â you repeat. âItâll help.â
A massage actually does sound nice right now. But youâve been nothing but bossy this last week while Joel lays here helplessly. Heâs bored. And heâs had enough. âIt ainât gonna help.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
Jesus. Havenât you had this conversation before? You mentally slap your forehead. Again, leaving him no other options, you reach for his flannel atop his shoulders and begin to pull them down.Â
âHey, hey, wait, now what in the hell-â He tries to stifle back a laugh as he wriggles in your hold, trying to playfully push you off without hurting himself more in the process.Â
You quickly release his clothes, hands up in surrender where he can see them. Youâre just realizing now just how forward your action mustâve been. âHow am I gonna massage you-âÂ
The embarrassment written all over your face has Joel tearing up as he tries to hold his wheezing laugh in. With his eyebrow quirked at you, he responds, âIf you wanted me naked, kiddo-â
âJesus, ew! Really?â An unbearable heat spreads across your cheeks. Your eyes are downcast, looking everywhere else but him. âIt- itâll be better if I can directly touch-â
Only then do you feel the bed shaking with his laughter. Heâs fucking with you. And here you were, about to offer something that would relieve a whole lot of pain. âOh, fuck you,â you scoff, pulling yourself up and making your way off of his bed.Â
âNo, okay, wait,â he laughs, trying to catch his breath. âJusâ messinâ with you, who am I to deny a massage?â He raises his eyebrows once, twice. Still messing with you, seeing how far his taunting with you can go.Â
âYouâre disgusting,â you deadpan.Â
ââM not the one tryinâ tâ massage her uncle,â Joel says as he attempts to shrug his shoulders at you.
âIâm gonna leave now.â One foot makes it to the ground before Joel speaks again.Â
âOh, for Christâs sake, ya canât take a joke? Iâm only messinâ around. Come back. Gonna leave me hanginâ? In pain? Câmon, nurse.â His tone falls softer, sweeter. You can hear the shit-eating grin in his words. And, fuck, why is it making you heat even further, in places beyond your face? In places you shouldnât be?
âFine,â you relent. âStop saying weird shit then.â You still canât look at him. Not after the way your body decided to react in the shift of energy. An abrupt shift of energy, as far as you can tell.Â
Heâs your dadâs best friend. Your uncle, for crying out loud. Not by blood, but still. Thereâs never been a feeling beyond that. Sure, youâve had your silly little school girl crush on him during your young teenage years, but that was your hormones being your hormones. You grew out of them. Even your own father canât deny the conventional attractiveness of his best friend.Â
Plus, suggestive commentary is bound to make anyone feel hot. Itâs basic biology. Your response is nothing. It doesnât mean anything. At least, thatâs what you convince yourself of when you climb back into your uncleâsâ no, into Joelâs bed, trying to ignore the way your panties stick dutifully against your throbbing core.
Joel leans onto his side as you get yourself situated, unbuttoning the bottom half of his flannel, so you can flip up the bottom to reach his lower back. After the bottom half of the buttons are undone, he lays back on his front. âHere,â he calls your name. âJusâ lift it up from the bottom.â
You scoot closer to him, standing on your knees, and you reach over to grab the hem of his flannel, pulling it up as gently as possible, exposing just enough to be able to reach the irritated areas. You frown at what you see. Inflamed skin, purples and yellows dancing all across his lower back, forcing him away from the very thing he lives for. He may have been a stubborn bitch this entire week, but that doesnât stop the sympathy you feel for the man.Â
You put some of the lotion in your hand, rubbing it between your two palms to warm it up a little. You place your hand on the side closest to you first, moving in circular motions and adjusting your pressure ever so often. âLet me know when the pressure is good.â
So far he hasnât said much, a slight groan here, an exhale there. You feel a knot as you move lower, so you increase your pressure. Youâre met with a literal moan, and you swear you have to bite back your own vocal response. âFuck,â he sucks in a sharp breath. âYeah, jusâ like that, âs perfect, darlinâ.âÂ
âOkay,â you squeak, your thighs clenching together to attempt any kind of relief to the heat between your legs.Â
After a few more passes over the area â and a few more indulgent, harder presses of your palm to pull more angelic sounds from him â you switch to the other side. Except, at this angle, you donât really have as good an angle as you did before. Your leg swings over his ass, bracketing him in between your thighs, before you can even register the move your body just made. A soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel the new angle youâve just given yourself.Â
âJoel?â You call sweetly. Innocently.âI- Iâm not hurting you or anything, am I?â
Hurting? No. Putting him through Hell? Close enough.Â
Joel has done many questionable things in his lifetime. Getting involved with taken (married or otherwise) women, couples who wanted a third⊠Joel has lived through it all. Mainly in his younger years, but nevertheless. He has done and seen many things. But none of these things have ever included getting a fucking hard on for a girl â a woman? â he practically had a hand in raising. You call him uncle, for crying out loud.Â
His physical response means nothing. Itâs basic biology. The tender yet skilled touch of your warm hands directly against his even hotter skin, lighting every single nerve ending on fire, forcing the blood to course through his veins, to make its way down southâÂ
âChrist-â he snarls as you practically sit on him. His mouth shuts instantly as his eyes shoot open. He didnât mean for that to come out. âY-yeah,â he corrects. ââM alright.âÂ
âJust- just let me know,â you tell him. He can hear the shake in your voice. He can tell biology is doing a number on you, too, based on your tone alone, if the heat engulfing his rear as you try your best not to make contact with it isnât enough to go by.Â
He focuses on his breathing as best he can as your hands push slightly past his jeans, getting underneath the seam of his boxers, and then immediately softening your touch as you run your fingers up his spine, awaking a chill he never knew was possible until now. You rub beyond the exposed area of his lower back, reaching his shoulder blades and entirely up to his shoulders, forcing the flannel to rise with your hands. Heâs so broad and warm, and you would absolutely be drooling all over him by now if you werenât so shocked at how tight his muscles really feel. How has this man not gotten any injuries sooner? How was he still doing all this heavy lifting? You dig the pads of your finger tips further into the thousands of tiny knots you feel, and his body jerks in actual pain this time.Â
âGod damn, girl,â he snaps. âWhat are you doinâ?âÂ
âHow the fuck do you even function?â You sound genuinely horrified.Â
âWhat-â
âYour shoulders and neck are fucking covered in knots how do you even-â you cut yourself off with a disappointed click of your tongue. âYou need to flip over.âÂ
Fuck.Â
âWhy?â He asks defensively.Â
âIâm gonna break these knots. I need to start from the front.âÂ
âYa ainât gettinâ anywhere near my neck, I swear to God-â
âQuit being stubborn. What did I say earlier? Iâm gonna flip you myself if you donât-â
âAlright, fine, gimme a sec,â he bites. Joel takes a deep breath, at war with himself for how heâs going to handle his next course of action.Â
Whatever happens next, there is no avoiding the fact that you will be made aware of the bulging erection between his legs. You can know about it, thatâs fine, but the second you make contact, he doesnât know if heâll have the strength to control himself. Which is why he rips off the band aid quick. Flipping himself over with you still hovering over him, he tries his best not to touch you. Though, the second heâs comfortable, his focus is on your waist, grabbing you immediately and missing the way your eyes widen at the tenting fabric of his jeans. He pulls you higher up to sit on his lower tummy.Â
You squeak out a little gasp as he adjusts you, and fuck it makes the pulsing between his legs even worse. He releases you, bringing his hands back to his sides.Â
âComfortable?â you whisper. You try so hard not to use your voice, worried that itâll reveal just how turned on you are by this situation youâve put yourself in. He gives you a single nod, and with that, you lean to grab more lotion.Â
The angle you are at forces you to lean the front of your body onto Joel to be able to reach his shoulders. You can feel his body tense underneath you; you can hear his labored breathing as your hands further push away his flannel, working away at each knot.Â
You lean forward further, giving yourself the ability to reach just below Joelâs neck. With this action, your hips shift, pressing down against Joelâs belly in a way that sends a sudden jolt of butterflies through your core. Your hands freeze in their movement, breath and fingertips stuttering as your entire face and neck heat up. You sneak a quick glance to Joel, and his eyes are still relaxed. He didnât notice.Â
It takes you a moment to start your movements back up again, but when you do, you canât help the way you repeat exactly what you did before â allowing yourself another experimental roll of your hips against his soft abdomen. Only this time, youâre way less sly, for the whimper of pleasure you thought you could hide slips right out, right for his sharp ears to take note of. Shit.Â
âYâ alright there?â His eyes are trained on you now; he knows what you just did. Joel sports a quirked eyebrow as he waits for your response.Â
âMhm,â you rush out, ignoring his piercing gaze.Â
It takes every ounce of willpower for you to run over the knots in his shoulder again without driving your hips into him, but even the push and pull of your arms is a full body movement, and you feel it. You feel the growing wetness in your core, the growing heartbeat that his bare tummy no doubt can feel now.Â
Your body is splayed across him, the warmth of you leaking through your bottoms and onto his hot skin as you pathetically try to play off the fact that you arenât grinding your wet cunt across him right now. With a rasp of your name, he takes a sharp breath in. âWhat are ya doinâ?â He grunts, pained. Conflicted.Â
This is so wrong. But it feels so good. Your arousal â how utterly desperate you are for the older man underneath you â is shone all over your face, brighter than any other feeling of disgust or wrongness youâre trying to convince yourself of. But the internal battle is still there, though, and it forces your hips to come to a full stop. It forces cries of apologies from your lips. It forces regret.Â
âI- Iâm sorry,â you choke back a sob. âPlease, I- this is so wrong, Iâm so stupid, uncle, I-âÂ
God damn it. Joel is too damn hard to deal with this shit now. âOh, Jesus Christ, will you cut the fuckinâ uncle bullshit?â He finally snaps. His hands spring to life, finding their way up your thighs, tightening once they reach your hips. He forces you to move again. âYa think I wanna hear that fuckinâ word while you fuckinâ soak me? Huh? While ya rub on me like a fuckinâ bitch in heat?â
âShit,â you moan, the strength of his hand making the assault against your mound all the more intense. âJoel, please,â you cry, your fingers shaking as you hold onto his chest.Â
Your thighs begin to tremble as he maintains a rough pace to your movements, his bed creaking with every shove of your hips against him. His grip on you is one of steel, the pads of his fingers digging into your flesh, no doubt leaving tiny bruises as a reminder of todayâs actions.Â
He is fucking covered in you â the slick of your desire pooling through your bottoms and into his skin, making each grind smoother. He licks his lips at this, his eyes dark as he drinks you in from above; your own eyes glossy and a sheen of sweat along your skin. âLook at ya, darlinâ,â he murmurs, voice low enough to send a fresh wave of arousal pouring from your hole. âFuckinâ soakinâ me, baby. Needed me that bad, did ya? Was tryinâ tâ tell ya earlier,â he grunts, âYâknow ya just had to ask.â A lazy smirk pulls across his lip.Â
You let out a whimper at his words, your hips finally rolling alongside his own guidance, instinctively searching for more friction. âAtta girl,â he groans, âThatâs it, fuck- makinâ a fuckinâ mess aâ me, darlinâ.âÂ
Youâre panting now, the rhythm and pressure mixed with the filth of his Southern drawl ignites every single nerve ending throughout your body. He watches you with a dark intensity, the brown of his eyes replaced with pure black lust, his eyes unable to stray away from the pleasurable desperation filling your features.Â
âGonna come like this, sweetheart?â He taunts, driving you into him even harder.Â
âMmm- my God, yeah- yes,â you cry out, eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly finally tightens, your breathing ragged as needy moans escape your lips.Â
With a final roll of your hips and the utterance of a thatâs my girl, the coil finally snaps, pleasure crashing over you, coursing through your veins as you come all over him, your slick unable to stay within the limits of your clothes, leaking and dripping down the sides of him and onto the mattress below. Your thighs convulse around his waist, his hold on you continuing your thrusts, dragging out your orgasm until your own hands find his and rip him away from you.
âYa ainât done yet, sugar,â Joel gruffs, grabbing the globes of your ass cheeks and dragging you down, letting you feel his ignored and now raging erection.Â
âNever said I was,â you purr, a soft moan blessing his ears at the feel of his bulge against your ass. He can feel your smirk against his chest.Â
Body still trembling, Joel lifts your ass in the air, sliding your bottoms down over the curve of your body. The stickiness of your panties pulls off with a wet squelch, the cool air of the room mingling with the wet warmth of your bare pussy, the stark contrast forcing chills to run through your veins.Â
âGod,â he murmurs as you give a little wiggle of your ass in the air. âPretty as a peach, huh, darlinâ?â He guides you lower, pushing you down onto his bulge. The hardness of him beneath you immediately sends a fiery need to your core. Your hands move on their own as you pull your body up, reaching for the buttons and zipper of his jeans, undoing them with ease despite the eager shake of your hand. You pull the jeans down just enough to let his cock spring free, thick and angry and leaking.Â
âOh, fuck,â you swallow your gasp. âGod, I need you so bad,â you whine, already lifting up to line the tip of him to your swollen cunt.Â
You sink down with a breathless moan, your head flying back as your hands grip onto his tummy to keep you from buckling.Â
Joelâs breathing stutters, his moans filling the air as you practically choke his cock. âShit- so fuckin- fuckinâ tight.â His hands find their home on the meat of your ass, holding you tight, grounding himself from coming like a damn teenager.
You move slowly at first, savoring the way he feels inside of you, how big he is. God, you donât think youâve ever taken anything quite as long and as thick as him. Your heart skips a beat at that, knowing that heâs ruined you for anyone else.Â
It isnât long before the raw need takes over, and you move faster, hips rolling back and forth as you ride him, the wet sound of skin against skin as you alternate to a bounce ever so often.Â
Despite the risk of hurting his back even more, he canât stop himself from gripping you tighter, his nails digging into your flesh as his hips buck up into you, starting their own rhythm, meeting every one of your thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming with the size of him; itâs a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, mixing sweet whines of ecstasy with whines of overstimulation, and itâs the best music to have ever graced his ears.Â
âLook at ya,â he grunts. âFuckinâ made for this, werenât ya? Fuckinâ made for takinâ this cock, huh, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod weakly at his words. They send a flutter down your belly to your pussy, and his mouth is all it takes to send you to your second brink of collapse â your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you move, as he drives himself into you without abandon.Â
Every thrust pushes you further to the edge, the sting of the stretch, the sensation of being so full â itâs almost too much to bear. He can hear it in the way your cries change. Itâs becoming too much.Â
âYâ can take it, sweetheart, almost there,â he grunts. His hands take over in guiding your movements, urging you faster, harder, bringing you both to the cliffâs edge.Â
âCâmon, baby, can feel her squeezinâ me, know she wanna come, baby. Breathe, doll, jusâ let go,â he rasps, his words coming in staggered.
The wet tightness of your walls, both the feel and the sound, causes Joel to fall first â a low, guttural groan filling the room as he fills you with his hot, thick spend.
The sensation of him pulsing inside you, unloading everything heâs worth, sends you over your edge, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come, the sensation rippling through you, shredding your vocal cords as you scream out in pleasure.Â
Everything goes dark for you, nothing but the fuzzy sound of Joelâs sweet praises at the top of your head as he guides you through your come down.Â
âDid so fuckinâ good fâ me, darlinâ,â he murmurs. âSweet girl.â
For an asshole, who knew he could be so sweet?Â
You roll off of Joel as soon as your heart steadies, your entire body on fire from all the exertion. You can feel Joelâs body stiffen as you use him for support. His back is killing him right now.
A few moments pass as your eyes slowly start to close, but the deep gruff of your name stops you from dozing.Â
You turn your head to the man beside you. âYes?âÂ
For the first time today, itâs Joel who canât make eye contact with you. âCan you, uh⊠can you-â he clears his throat, trying to rid himself of his awkwardness. âCan you warm up the heat pack again?âÂ
Your smirk lifts your cheek before you can even try to stop it. âCome again?âÂ
He lets out a frustrated huff. And he canât turn away from you. His back is killing him right now. âMy back-â
âYeah, what about your back?âÂ
âYou fuckinâ little shit-â
You giggle as you flip onto your side, your hand holding your head up to get a better look at him. âYour back is hurting, baby? Need me to get the heat pack for you, hm?âÂ
He doesnât respond. He just has the deepest, most grumpiest scowl known to man on display.Â
âOh, come on. You need my help, is that it? Need to hear you say it, unc.â You emphasize the last syllable of your sentence, a belly laugh threatening to escape you.Â
Oh, two can play at that game. âYeah, baby, I need your help. I need the help from my beautiful, beautiful niece, hm? My beautiful, needy niece whose pussy gets all soaked jusâ thinkinâ âbout me, huh? Gets all wet and needy thinkinâ âbout her uncle-â
Your resolve finally snaps, your eyes clamping shut as you cover your ears, loud la la laâs coming from your mouth as you ungraciously roll yourself off of his bed. âEnough, fine! Fine! Fuckinâ nasty,â you groan as you make your way to the kitchen.Â
ââM not the one who started it, sweetheart,â Joel says, a triumphant smile plastered across his cocky face.Â
âI made you cookies by the way,â you yell after a beat. âWant one?âÂ
Joelâs hand reaches for his belly. He doesnât need one, thatâs for sure. âYeah,â he responds not a second later.Â
You come back to his bedroom, heat pack in one hand, no cookie in the other. You hand him the heat pack. You make him adjust it himself.Â
âWhereâs the cookie?â He asks, a tinge of impatience on his tongue.Â
âOh, I thought you were gonna come down and get it.âÂ
He looks at you incredulously.Â
âI just figured you wanted to start being more independent and all. Given how strenuous you were being a few moments ago,â you offer with a faux innocence. Â
âI swear to fuckinâ God, when I get my hands on you-â
âYour hands on me? Yeah? When?â You start making your way out of his bedroom. âCome get me if you wanna show me a lesson. Know you been dying to all week.âÂ
If he can fuck you the way he did, maybe full-time bed rest isnât what Joel needs. He needs to stretch and move around; he needs to activate his muscles, especially being on the older side. It really is basic biology.
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a/n: I'm currently awake at 4 am and unable to sleep ive been having some thoughts that I needed to release, and writing this is helping me feel better. this is my first time writing something explicit, so I apologize if it's not the best. please forgive any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy reading it. <3
summary: you are searching for a personal trainer and come across an online ad. after calling the trainer, he arranges a session at his home gym. things start to take a spicy turn between the two of you.
warning: smut! 18+ oral (m receiving), spanking, getting manhandled, fingering, pet names like âdoll, babygirlâ squirting, praising, degrading, rough!!
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when you move to california to pursue your dream of becoming a model or influencer, you leave behind your family, job, and friends. unfortunately, the move also means leaving behind your favorite place: the gym.
many label me a gym rat, but I simply embrace my love for the discipline it brings and the amazing confidence it gives me in everything I wear.
in the evening, while browsing through tiktok , i suddenly felt a wave of boredom. i let out a sigh, turned off my phone, and began searching for an engaging activity. normally, in situations like this, i would change into my favorite workout attire and head to the gym. however, as i am not at home, i need to find a gym or a personal trainer of my own in this new location.
i opened my macbook and started searching for personal trainers in my new area. I came across a profile of a man who seems to have a lot of experience in the gym and is conveniently located nearby. i must admit, he looks delicious. i decided to message him to arrange a meeting and inquire about his session rates. he responded promptly with his pricing and availability, and it turns out he's available tomorrow morning. as we exchanged goodbyes over text, my mind couldn't help but focus on meeting him in person. if I'm already feeling this way based on some online pictures, i can only imagine how I'll feel when we meet face to face.
i wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. as i pick up my phone, i see that it's 5:30. the familiar feeling of nervousness churns in my stomach as i realize that I'm in a new city, about to meet someone new. i made sure to wake up extra early just to ensure that i look my best.
after my shower, i breeze through my skincare routine and add a touch of mascara and some lip balm. I'm just heading to the gym, so nothing too over-the-top, i tell myself. i apply a light moisturizing lotion and a spritz of my favorite perfume. i slip into my matching black bra and thong, then into my sleek all-black workout set with cute black leggings and a fitted black tee. i slide on my nike socks and lace up my new balance 574âs. i brush my hair and secure it with a stylish claw clip, still debating whether to leave it down or tie it up. I'll make up my mind in the uber.
i send him a text to inform him that I'm on my way to the location he had sent me. he reads the message but doesn't reply. oh well, I'm on my way already.
as we pull into his driveway, i can't help but notice how stunning his house is. i wonder what he does for work; being in california, he must be wealthy or famous. i tip my uber driver in cash, thanking him for the ride, and he wishes me luck. I'm definitely going to need it.
i grab my phone out but before i can send him a text i hear a whistle which caught my attention i looked up seeing him standing next to his front door i canât help but check him out and oh my goodness heâs more attractive in person i can just rip his clothes off right here and there but i have to remain calm im not here for that.
he is wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck. his hair is lightly stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had a workout before I arrived.
âhey thereâ he smiles and waves signaling me to come in with his hand
i smile back and step into his house him standing behind me the whole time closing the door and walking towards me
"I'm nicholas, I'm your trainer. It's nice to meet you." oh my, his smile. his smile. his smile. I'm going to fold, i know I am, but I have to keep my calm. i don't even know him. i don't know if he's single or even married.
âhi, iâm y/nâ i take his hand shaking it lightly
"come on, don't be shy," he takes us to his gym and confidently sits down on a bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him with a wave of his hand.
so demanding already.
âso tell me a little bit about yourself, i know you told me you just moved here but whatâs the reason for the move and why are you looking for a trainer?â he asked curiously.
âwell, i moved here to cali so itâll be easier for me to achieve some of my goals, i have some experience in the gym but i really feel like ill learn a lot more with a trainer if that makes any senseâ you smile shyly causing nicholas to chuckle a little.
âno need to be shy sweetie im here to help you you already look great im sure youâll do a great jobâ i cross my legs just at the sound of his voice saying those loving praises, oh i need him so bad.
he notices but tries not to make it so obvious he grabs his water bottle taking a sip and putting down standing up tapping the side of my thigh gently âcome on letâs get startedâ.
we begin with some easy stretches to warm up before the actual run. i couldn't help but notice that he mostly stood there, watching, instead of actively instructing and guiding me, which did bother me a bit.
âdo an extended puppy pose for meâ i look up at him and he just winks OH. he knows what heâs doing so i decide to play along as well.
as i get on all fours getting ready to get in the pose arching my back a little i can see nicholas from the side of my eye starting so hard i canât help but silently giggle to myself.
âam i doing this good enough nicholas?? howâs my arch lookingâ he chuckles at my words a little.
âoh youâre doing so good y/n, you look amazing but i think you need a little help hereâ he comes down next to me getting on his knees right behind my ass and pushing my arch down so my stomach is hitting the floor beneath me.
âjust like that?â I question.
âjust like that, good girlâ those words sent shivers down my spine i let out a soft sigh.
âwhatâs the matter sweetie?â he questioned.
i shake my head not responding to him âcan we just do the next exercise?â i get on my knees so i can stand up but he comes in front of me putting one hand on my shoulder keeping me on my knees.
âletâs do some leg spreads iâll help and guide youâ.
i lay on the mat on my back and nicholas gets down on his knees again grabbing one of my legs bending it back a little.
âletâs start of slow sweetie i donât want to hurt youâ.
after doing a couple of reps nicholas stops and canât help but notice something.
he chuckled âsomeoneâs excited?â.
âwhat?â i ask not getting exactly what heâs talking about.
he spreads my leg a little further back.
âyouâre so wet youâve leaked through your panties itâs all on those leggings of yoursâ.
âi-im so sorry i-â he cut me off.
âdonât worry about it doll, im having way more fun than you could possibly imagineâ he bends down to kiss me and i went full in, tongue and everything.
after a few minutes of us making out he rips open my leggings with his bare hands which caused me to throw my head back and lightly groan, his eyes burning into my skull the whole time. never once taking those beautiful brown eyes off of me.
he pulls my panties to the side.
grabbing my mouth harshly âopen and spitâ.
i did as told, he sticks them in my mouth reaching the back of my throat causing to me gag.
he laughed and smiled âthink you take all of my dick in there huh babygirl?â.
he pulled my panties to the side and started playing with me lightly flicking the clit and switching between fingering me and playing with my clit.
the groans escaping his mouth seemed a little animalistic like he hasnât touched a woman in a very long time heâs eager and i can tell he wants to fuck me into the ground literally. ïżŒ
âmmm youâre so fucking wet, youâve been excited since you got here hm? or was it those photos i sent you last night that has you like this for me? horny and ready to get fucked by her trainer? itâs only day one babygirl and here you are legs spread open pussy juice dripping all over my fucking fingers, what am i going to do with youâ.
i moan loudly his words. his actions. the sounds. everything just feels and sounds so fucking good i didnât want him to stop.
âoh im gonna comeâ i felt the urge to release the feeling you get in your stomach when you know your going to cum and go crazy âplease dont stop nicholasâ.
âsuch a fucking good girlâ he kept pumping his big thick fingers in and out of me which caused me to release all over his gym floor.
âoh shit baby, look at you fuckâ he says rubbing my clit on a fast pace, i grabbed his hand trying to get him to stop since it feels way to good to handle.
âpleaseâ he grabs my face and kisses me harshly shoving his tongue all down my throat saliva dripping down in between the both of us.
âcome on take this offâ he removes my shirt and bra taking off whatâs rest of the leggings throwing it somewhere in the gym.
he takes his shirt and sweats off leaving him completely exposed no boxers or anything on, he knew what he wanted to do.
âcome on baby get on your knees letâs see if you can fit this dick all in that pretty mouth of yours, gagging on two fingers. thatâs pathetic sweetheart you got to do better than thatâ.
i get on my knees and take his member into my hand lightly kissing and licking his desperate throbbing dick leaking pre cum everywhere, i quickly take my tongue and clean up the mess he made.
ânow this is a great mouth exercise for you pretty youâll love itâ he laughs and i roll my eyes member still in my mouth looking up at him not breaking eye contact.
âoh come onâ he pushes my head down taking his whole dick into my mouth repeatedly touching the back of my throat i tap and grab on his thighs signaling i needed to breath and catch my breath, he threw his head back in pleasure looking back down grabbing my hair and pulling me off of his dick.
âtold you you couldnât take itâ
âmmm stop let me do itâ i pout he reaches his hand and cups my cheek and caressing my hair rubbing circles on the top of my head.ïżŒ
i grab his dick taking him all in and taking him out grabbing it and lightly jerking him off, as i continue to jerk him off i suck off whatâs left that i couldnât fit in my mouth.
âmm fuckâ
âjust like that babyâ
âsuch a good fucking girl for meâ
i take him in once again feeling him twitch making sure heâs hitting the back of my throat so i can swallow all of his sweet juices.
he grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail fucking my face at the perfect pace for him, he looks so good he can just take control and do what he wants at this point.
i feel him twitch again which means heâs super close this time he didnât let me go he made sure he stayed in the back of my throat resting his cock in my mouth while he released all inside of my mouth.
âswallow that shit baby be a good fucking girl for meâ
oh boy, this is just the first session i wonder whatâs going to happen next time.
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