#but i cant do it all for them so i send them 20 bucks on venmo for cigarettes and some loose leaf tea

[yourworldiseternallycomplete]

my sibling is the smartest person in the world my baby genius and i just want them to be so safe and happy and fulfilled

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Study Days with Joel (Joel Miller x f!reader)

pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (no outbreak) word count: 3.5k of pure smut rating: Explicit, MDNI 18+, swearing, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, breath play, choking, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is in his 40s), no physical descriptions of reader except that Joel is able to lift her up summary: You have your state psychology exam coming up, the last step in getting your degree, but studying is the bane of your existence. Joel comes up with an alternative solution to help you study for the exam. A/N: Soooo, this was rotting my brain for the last month of my semester in grad school, pretty sure I was ovulating and I started typing it out in the library on campus. Best believe I struggled to get any studying done, thinking about this fictional man. This is also my first time writing smut so please be kind. Not beta'd cause I literally just needed to get it OUT. Comment and reblog if you like it. Enjoy! 🌚 🌹-N main masterlist

“C’mon baby, try again. Wanna hear it.”

You whine and squirm under the weight of his grip, his forearm pinning your hips further into the mattress like an iron bar.

“Jo- fuck,” you pant as your hips buck up, chasing the heat of his mouth. The crumpled study cheat sheet that you were clutching is long abandoned as your right hand snakes through his curls and grips them hard.

All you can do is mewl helplessly as Joel laps away at your aching cunt, his tongue lathing in wide strokes through your folds, before flattening it and swirling it around your swollen clit.

“Try again,” he mumbles into your core. The vibrating rumble of his baritone sends shockwaves throughout your body, as he presses a kiss to your clit, then moves down to lick into your hole, drinking up your arousal.

You gasp, canting your hips up again, trying to get him closer.

Deeper.

More of his tongue, more of his fingers, more Joel.

“I can’t,” you sob in desperation and arch your back, more wetness seeping out of your pussy.

Your mind is reduced to mush at this point. The only sensations that exist are the heat of Joel’s mouth, the softness of his curly locks, and the damp fabric of the sheets underneath you.

“Yes, you can,” he whispers against your core. “You remembered it earlier today. C’mon” He looks up at you, those sinful chocolate eyes devouring you whole.

The photographic memory you were so confident in fails you instantly, as you try to remember concepts from the cheat sheet. The only image you can see is Joel's predatory gaze peering up at you from your core, the lower half of his face drenched in your slick.

You have no doubt that Joel’s intentions were pure. Wholesome, even. The key word being were. But the way he’s sucking on your pussy lips, devouring your cunt as if it was his last meal on earth, nothing about this feels wholesome or pure.

He wanted to help you study for your upcoming licensing exam, the final step in getting your degree. When he suggested helping you out, you figured he would run through the material with you a couple times, test you on a few concepts, and then reassure you that you had nothing to worry about. Kiss you on the forehead and tell you that you’d ace the exam no problem.

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“You’re gonna do just fine baby, you’re overthinking it. You and I both know that you know your stuff.” He grabs your face, his massive palms enveloping your cheeks, as he kisses you on the forehead while you continue your anxious tirade.

“Yeah, but not with statistics!” Anxiety bubbles up through your chest, solidifying and compressing your lungs as you squawk back at him.

“This is math, my worst fucking enemy. I hate that they include this portion on the exam, it’s not like I’ll ever need to know how the different types of reliability and validity will help a client in a counseling session-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he presses his thumbs into your cheekbones ever so slightly, interrupting your runaway thoughts and bringing you back to earth. “Look at me.”

You attempt to hang your head in defeat but Joel’s strong hands keep your head in place. Pouting incessantly, you roll your eyes and pointedly look away from him.

“Hey.” He grunts and shakes your head sharply. “I saw that.”

You’re still mostly in panic mode, but the edge in his tone has warmth rushing through your body, and your gaze trailing back up to meet him.

Joel strokes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, back and forth. The featherlight touch on your soft skin lulls you out of panic mode, as your shoulders slump and your posture relaxes. Pulling you in for a hug, he cups the back of your head, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. The heat from his large hand bleeds through your sleep shirt, wrapping your body in his comforting warmth.

“You’re smarter than anyone I know darlin,’ told ya so from the first day we met. Hell, I don’t know anyone else who has the entirety of that damn manual memorized front to back, ‘cept for you.” He presses his lips into the crown of your head, inhaling the sweet smell of you.

You snort, but it comes out muffled as you press your face further into his broad chest.

“That’s different. That stuff is interesting to me, it’s easy to absorb. Statistics is math, and math is the devil.” You grumble, nuzzling further into the warmth of his shirt, breathing in the faint smell of his detergent and cologne. The smell of Joel.

“I know. But I’m sure in the beginning, even memorizing a quarter of the stuff was a headache, and yet you did it. You just gotta give this a chance,” he murmurs against your hair. “Maybe there’s a different method we haven’t figured out yet, that will help it click, hm?”

He continues to rub slow circles against your back when you mumble something incoherent and bury more into his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle.

Joel was right. You knew he was, as much as you hated to admit it. But above all else, he genuinely cared about helping you succeed, and if there was anything he could do to make life easier for you, or let you know that you weren’t alone in your struggles, he would do it. And he always spoke about conquering those struggles as a team, as your partner, always willing to carry the load for you if you couldn’t handle it yourself.

Not that he doubted you in the first place. But it was always ‘we’ or ‘us,’ never just ‘you,’ or ‘I.’ It’s one of the reasons why you were head over heels in love with him. Sometimes you wondered if he realized how much strength he gave you by simply existing.

“Remind me again,” he shifts his arms so that they wrap around you, gluing you to his body,.

“What’s the difference between.. Schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder?”

Although you’re not looking at him, you know that he has a smile on his face. He fully knows that you know the correct answer. Sighing deeply, you turn your head to the side.

“Schizophrenia is a psychotic disorder where a person experiences psychosis, or hallucinations and or delusional thinking, but schizoaffective disorder is when a person experiences the same psychotic symptoms, along with symptoms of a mood disorder, like depression or mania.”

“Straight from the fuckin’ textbook,” he whispers in your ear, before leaning down to kiss your pulse point. “My smart cookie.”

Shivering in response, you tilt your head to the side as his lips trail down your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses and nibbling ever so slightly. Gasping, you tilt your head further, giving him more access and melting in his embrace.

“Mmm.” Joel rumbles, the deep vibration reverberating through his chest.

“Why don’t we try another study method and see how it works?”

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Little did you know that another study method would involve you laid out beneath Joel, his broad frame caging you in as he took you apart with his mouth. Every kiss, every lick, every suckle to your clit, had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Joel tested your restraint.

“Tell me again baby, I know you know it.”

He whispers into your wetness, pulling away to press wet kisses to the inside of your thighs. When you don’t answer immediately, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, applying the slightest pressure that makes you gasp and lift your head to look down at him. He doesn’t say anything else, save for quirking his brow, patiently waiting while his tongue soothes over the indents on your skin.

“Stat-fuck.”

You swallow, your throat desperately dry from the hoarse moans and whimpers you’ve been letting out.

“Statistical significance is- is when the rela-relationsh-shit,” you pant as Joel’s tongue traces your outer lips, sucking slightly before dipping into your hole and curling, “between two or more v-variables is caused by s-something other than-ngh chance.”

The last part comes out as a rushed gasp as scorching heat runs through your veins, with Joel’s mouth magnetized to your cunt, but he praises you nonetheless.

He hums and gives you a devious smile.

“Good girl,” he purrs, grazing your slit with his middle finger, gathering up the obscene amount of wetness leaking out of you, before sliding two thick fingers into your cunt.

You barely have time to catch your breath, choking on gasp as you revel in the stretch of his fingers. So fucking long and thick. You never get tired of how they fill you so perfectly.

“My good fucking girl. So fuckin’ smart.” He growls into your cunt, curling his dexterous fingers, effortlessly pressing up against that spot that makes your eyes roll back and clench around him.

“Oh shit.”

Your mind goes blank as you whine and start to tense your stomach, hips lifting up again seeking out more friction. The stretch of his fingers is delicious, the way they hook inside you, reaching spots you can never reach yourself. It makes your head spin as he continues to lathe his tongue up and down, flattening it and making wide circles around your clit.

You can feel the heat starting to build in your core, licking up your spine as Joel keeps slowly pushing his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. Steadily, in and out, until your hips are tightening and loosing with the building pressure.

“Joel, please.”

You sob and lift your hips up once more to meet his mouth, pull his fingers in deeper.

“Shhh babygirl. You’re doing good so far,” he lifts his mouth off your pussy, his drenched lips hovering just above it as he presses a chaste kiss to your mound.

He waits a beat, before a devious grin spreads across his face.

“But you gotta be prepared for all sorts of distractions when you’re writing that exam, gotta be able to focus and tune it all out.”

Your thoughts aren’t even coherent at this point. Your brain is just a soggy pile of mush, frayed neurons, misfiring in all directions. He’s kidding right?

Joel Miller is your biggest distraction.

Always.

You barely have time to lift your head up and watch his malicious smile disappear, as it morphs into something primal.

Pure hunger.

He rises up from his place between your legs, releasing your one leg he was holding to spread you open, while his other hand is still knuckle deep in your tight, throbbing pussy.

Coming up on the bed to hover over your frame, you’re awestruck by his size. How much bigger he is than you. How broad he is, with his shoulders spanning twice the amount of space as yours. It makes you shiver, your skin tingling under the thin layer of sweat that coats your naked body.

“Next question sugar. Ready?”

Joel licks his lips, his pupils blown black as he snaps his fingers against that spongy spot deep inside you. The air is punched out of your lungs as you choke on a gasp.

“Fuck, Joel.”

“I know baby, I know.”

He coos at you, leaning down to kiss you. Gently brushing his lips against yours before his tongue teases the seam of your lips, you open up to him. He swallows your moans, tongue dancing with yours as he groans, sucking on your bottom lip.

Breaking away he pants as his gaze flicks between your lips to your eyes. “Y’trust me?”

For a fraction of a second, you see the concern in his big rounded eyes. The dominance dissipates as he checks in with you, making sure you’re still with him, and that it’s not too much.

You nod frantically before you can even process his words.

“Words baby, I gotta hear those sweet words.”

“Yes, Joel.” One word falling from your lips.

“Please”

“There we go. Now, can you tell me what inter-rater reliability is?”

“Uhhh.” You wish you could answer him, you really could. But he keeps fucking his fingers into you, pressing up against your g-spot at the same steady pace. The squelching sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, causing your brain to short circuit as you feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower belly.

You try to continue, but as soon as you do, Joel’s free hand slowly snakes around your neck. His massive palm envelopes the circumference of your throat, as he grasps it loosely.

Instantly your mouth drops open as you whine, eyes glazing over. He loves playing with you. It’s all too easy to turn you into a babbling mess, drunk on his pleasure in a matter of minutes. His voice, his hands, his mouth.

Sobbing and squirming underneath him, another pulse of pleasure shoots straight to your core as you clench around his thick fingers. He’s not even squeezing, barely applying the slightest bit of pressure but fuck, it makes you dizzy already.

You love when he chokes you, love feeling his huge warm hands encircling the column of your neck. The way that those hands could so easily snap you in half, holding onto your fate. It makes you ridiculously wet, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.

Joel tilts his head, drinking you in underneath his predatory gaze, before the corner of his mouth slowly lifts into a smile.

“Distractions baby. Gotta think past them”

All you can do is look up at him through teary doe eyes and whimper. In response, his thumb starts to gently circle your clit while his fingers continue stretching you out.

“Joel, please.”

It’s all you can repeat. Begging that he take mercy on you and forget the studying, and just fuck you senseless already.

“Nuh-uh baby, answer the question.” His grip around your throat tightens ever so slightly as he encourages you again.

Swallowing as best as you can while the warmth of his palm bleeds through your skin, you try to think of the answer. But all you can feel is the heat simmering in your belly, the dampness of the sheets beneath you from all the arousal seeping out of your cunt.

“Interrater r-reliability is a measure of val-lidity-”

Joel clicks his tongue and removes his thumb from your clit. You whimper as your hips rise up, chasing his touch.

“Mm, not quite darlin.’ Try again.”

Your brain flounders, unable to conjure up any images of your cheat sheet or study material. The only thing keeping you tethered to reality is the warmth emanating from his large frame caging in your body, and his fingertips pressed into the sides of your throat.

He lets up slightly around your neck, as you pant and bite your lip.

“Inter-rater r-reliability, is a measure of consistency, or the d-degree of agreement between different people -fuck, observing the s-same thing.” The last couple words fade out as he starts running his fingers soothingly up and down the sides of your neck.

“There you go baby,” he purrs. “Very good, so fucking good for me.”

Immediately, his hand slithers around your neck again as his grip gets tighter and tighter, till you’re gasping. Euphoria floods your brain. A gush of wetness seeps out around Joe’s fingers that are still buried in your cunt as you clench hard around him.

You grasp at the sheets, grasp at the hand wrapped around your neck as you writhe underneath him incessantly, your mouth falling open as you try to say his name again.

Growling at the way your body responds to him instantly, Joel’s fingers inside you pick up their pace, thrusting into you and snapping up against that spot that makes you go cross-eyed. His thumb presses down against your clit as he starts to circle it quickly.

“Did so well baby. So fucking smart, and good for me.” His lips curl as he bares his teeth at you.

You’ve never felt smaller in your life. Never felt more aroused. You want him to swallow you whole and wreck you. Then put you back together how he sees fit.

Your lips try to press together, forming the ‘p’ in ‘please’ as you go to beg him for release again. Watching your eyes glaze over, he nods in response.

“Go ahead babygirl, can feel you squeezing me so fuckin' hard. That tight little pussy is drooling, begging for release.”

He leans over you, till his lips are right beside your ear.

"Cum all over my fucking hand and I’ll pound that pretty pussy from behind till you can’t see straight, make you watch in the mirror.”

That’s all it takes. His filthy fucking mouth unraveling your body while his hands break you apart.

All the heat in your body pinpoints towards your core, as you feel your toes start to curl and your eyes roll back as your cunt tightens around his fingers. The coil deep inside you snaps as he lets off your neck, and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you in waves.

It’s searing, white hot euphoria. Endless ecstasy coursing through your veins as your body locks up and convulses, your pussy gushing around him. His fingers don’t slow down, fucking you through it as you arch off the bed, gripping the sheets with white knuckles, wailing his name as if it’s the only answer.

Forget the studying, forget school, forget anything.

Just Joel.

“There you fuckin’ go.” He murmurs in awe, mesmerized at you falling apart for him.

“My good fucking girl, came so hard. So fucking wet for me.”

He presses soft kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest while murmuring more praise. Pulling his soaked fingers out as your body still shakes with aftershocks, he sucks them into his mouth, his eyes falling shut.

You mewl at the sight and let your head thunk against the pillow.

You feel drained. Flattened. Exhausted in the best possible way.

He rests his head on your tummy, looking up at you with adoration. Like you captured the fucking moon for him.

The hunger in his eye is gone, the depth of his chocolate brown irises replaced with warmth and love. Rubbing his hands up and down your sides and kissing the softness of your skin, he checks in with you.

“Holy fuck,” You huff out as you will your breathing to slow down.

He chuckles, the crinkles around his eyes deepen.

“How was that?”

“Well, I’m not gonna be able to conjure up the definition for statistical significance or interrater reliability without remembering your fingers deep inside my pussy.”

You reach down and bury your hands into the soft mop of curls, trailing them down to caress his jaw. You trace the patchy scruff of his beard as Joel turns his head to press his lips against your fingertips.

“But it certainly is a memorable study method.

You flash him a tired smile. "I’m a big fan”

Sweat beads at your hairline as you feel your hair plastered to your forehead, yet he looks at you with same intensity and adoration.

“I’m glad I could help darlin.’ If you can stand my distractions, I have no doubt you’ll ace the exam.”

Mischief laces his tone as he leans up and over you to kiss your forehead. Moving down, kissing your cheek, your lips, his lips brush your pulse point as he licks and nibbles.

You whimper helplessly and tilt your head, giving him more access.

“We’ll see about that. I’m just lucky I have a very good study buddy”

“Oh we’re just getting started sugar,” he whispers in your ear. “That was just the first chapter of material, we got the rest of the textbook to cover, and the rest of the fuckin night.”

Goosebumps prickle across your skin as you shiver again, warmth flooding from your pussy. His fingers dip down, slipping through your folds as he feels how wet you are. He pulls his fingers up, watching the clear webbing of your arousal coat his fingers, as his eyes darken and his gaze flicks back to you.

“Get on your hands and knees for me.”

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A couple weeks later, you get your exam results through the mail. You passed with flying colours, although you’re not really sure how to be honest. But it doesn’t matter as you fling your arms around Joel’s neck, one hand clutching the ripped open envelope as he lifts you off your feet and swings you around, elated for your success.

Needless to say you don’t study by yourself again for future tests after that study session.

[i-yap]

Richard John Grayson. Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now is the song you sing at Karaoke in the living room. that and other songs. . By the way, you send the clothes to the dry cleaners and a cleaning service comes to clean the place about 3 times a week, with the exception of a forbidden room [it's where he keeps his Justice things] he also asks you for help in certain cases to have the point of view of his intelligent girlfriend (not only are we pretty, we are also intelligent) but he doesn't really involve you that much, you go to the batcave but you don't go beyond there, you don't go where the danger is, it would kill him to lose you even more knowing that it was his fault for putting you in trouble. risk. They both like to cook Sometimes but they almost always ask for prepared food [they are tired or they are being lazy]. I think that life with Dick Grayson when you are the one is Sweet and happy, [when you are not worried about his life or they do not have the typical slight fights] but in general it is the closest to Perfect.

Thank you very much for writing to the Batfamily. I love you .

Those headcanons are so true tbh-

Domestic Dick Grayson x reader

Honestly I kind of love the simplicity of chores.

But grayson grew up spoilt( sorry not sorry). So he just pays big bucks for simple chores and so rather than hiring from those big cleaning businesses you just hire small workers and tip them shit lot.

Also he is the perfect partner to just dance in the living room with, Sit on the kitchen counter and eat tubs of ice cream while laughing about something stupid .

Washing his hair after patrol. Him detangling yours.

He is up and good with a lot of things- Need someone to paint your nails, do face masks or give you a foot rub while you shit talk your boss...he's your man. He is the most ( and sorry only) guy out of the batboys + bruce that actually enjoys and is confident enough in his masculitnity to do all this . Others will do because they love / cant say no to their s/o but even as that is relevant to grayson, He genuinely enjoys it.

the really intimate chores he still kind of wants to do with you- like cooking . folding blankets or picking groceries. Stuff he can do with you- make an activity. It gives him a little of that domestic life he always wanted. He just goes really soft and warm and fuzzy when he gets to do it with you. If you ask him why he looks lost in thought he tells you he's gonna marry you or that you're his forever. Also he sighs, pulls you into his arms , says the line and then leans to kiss your forehead.

He starts to love the smiths(or a smililar band) after meeting you. Like once , early in your relationship or maybe the "talking, flirting" stage of itm you guys got into and elevator and the popular "if a double decker busss" started to play and you commented how it feels like you're in a movie. (bonus points if you hum it) and man just spins you into his arms, dips you and kisses you so hard that even 20 mins after leaving the elevator you were-woozy. Now everytime that song comes up he stops the car/ or in the middle of a store or even in your kitchen, he just dips and kisses you. Cuz the only way this man is dying is dying by your side.

[triglycercule]

who asked for this. nobody. but unfortunately as a creator i actually have to CREATE for my au 😞😞😞😒😒😒 jk fashion au ink and swap designs ig,,,,,,

ink. ink. ink. she's totally not holding a gun to my head as i type this,,,,, because she CANT break the fourth wall ok she totally doesnt realize that she's forever gonna be stuck living life as a high schooler with no chance of ever graduating or progressing in life,,,,, BECAUSE THERE'S NO ANGST IN JK FASHION AU HAAHAHAH 😁😁😁😁 anyways she's soooo silly :3333 i'm not a connoisseur of anyone that's not the mtt (biased 🙂🙂🙂) but i wanted her to be silly but also a bit freakish,,,, ya!

what do the people think about INK???? featuring everyone in jk fashion au so far 😇😇

dream: "ink is another one of my close friends. she's been there for me when even nightmare couldn't, and i've supported her likewise. sometimes her head is in the clouds, so i send her texts to remind her of things like homework and such. maybe she forgets lunch sometimes, so swap and i give her a share of ours. and when ink wants to talk about anything she's thinking of, whether it's a painter's use of color or the reason we exist, i'm always open to listening. she's an amazing person, really."

nightmare: "ink. ah, that girl is an enigma, truly. somedays she supports me on my path to world domination, and other days she just laughs at me and says as if it were a fact that i would never achieve it! ugh... but despite my slight grievances, she's dream's friend, and i've grown fond of her. quite often, without me even requesting, she gifts me paintings. now, they may seem normal at first, but recently i've discovered a pattern with them. as if ink had peered into the mind of god and depicted it visually, the paintings assist me in handling dream appropriately. i must say, she's skilled as well..."

killer: "see now ink? she's my type of gal. we get along pretty well, hehe! we're on the same wavelength or something, i dunno. not like she can predict what i do, but i wouldn't be surprised if she could, but ink and i just click. we talk about all sorts of silly stuff; similar sense of humor, after all. ink and i can yap about different shows and movies we've watched and stuff, she gives really good insight on the more technical stuff like color psychology and framing, and she once drew me art for one of my big follower milestones on twitter! she's suuuuper cool, haha!"

dust: "okay, just... keep this between me and you, but i think ink has some sort of secret sixth sense? i dunno. nothing against her, she's a fun person. just that, uh... sometimes she just comes up to me when i least expect it and starts asking me about my progress on my writing. which is... confusing. i've only ever told killer and horror about my writing, so i don't know how she knows...?"

horror: "y'know, dust and i have a bit of a bet going on. all jokes and all, but i've got a feeling ink's pulling some sort of elaborate spying prank with how much she knows about us... dust doesn't think so. but i'm betting 20 bucks she does. like, once i was at a vending machine and the stupid thing didn't give me my goddamn candy bar, ugh. i had to stay cool. but then ink just pops out of nowhere, says its okay for me to drop the act and get mad around her, and then does some sort of vending machine trick to get the candy?? yeah, she's definitely a wizard or something. in a nice way, i guess."

NOW SWWAAAAAAPPP she's silly. i included the bit of her getting into trouble because of her good will SOLELY because swap gets bullied a lot in other aus 💀 (askerror, something new, etc,,,,,,) i also read a canon underswap doc??? SWAP IS SO SILLY!!!!! i cant really explain her personality through text i'd need to draw comics for her which uhhhh,,,,, (looks away)

THOUGHTS ON SWAP????

dream: "ah, swap! she's one of my dearest friends, i truly care for her deeply. out of sheer coincidence it seems, that she, ink, and i were chosen to be the star students of the school, but surprisingly it works out well... swap's truly a delight. she's a great motivator, and she's saved me from a few situations that would've ended up terribly had she not been there, hehe."

nightmare: "sometimes the world hates me. ah- well, what i meant was, the path of fate has me set on a predetermined path of struggle! and yet, when even i, the queen of negativity, could not stop my kin from slipping on a ridiculously placed banana peel and almost breaking her neck, swap was her knight in shining armor and caught her. needless to say, just as fate despises my bloodline, fate also has angels sent down from heaven. i do suppose swap is one of those, bless her soul."

killer: "heh, swap?? that girl's a riot! couple years ago i tried convincing her to show me some of those sick moves she learned at kickboxing, or karate, taekwondo, whatever... she broke my wrist, haha! but then i pulled a knife on her and then we both got in trouble. hah, good times, good times. no, i didn't stab her?! in fact, she's very good friends with mr. mew and the grumpen, thank you very much! a friend of my kitties is a friend of mine!"

dust: "she's nice. her type of energy is something you only see is like... a sugar-rushed ink, and killer normally. but anyways, swap's a good help around the school. she's a bit ridiculous every now and then with all her "the magnificent swap" and how she's a bit of a showoff, but whatever. aren't we all? anyways, at least the scavenger hunts she makes during school dances are fun."

horror: "swap is uh... she's something. gotta admit, she's pretty normal compared to some of the people at this school. but man... enthusiasm, much? eh, whatever. i'm not the type to complain when her burritos are to die for. we're partners in cooking class... let's just say, she carries us hard."

anyways jk cross and epic soon. sooner than you think heheheh

[rosyjn]

Jake edging you..

for @pandoraslxna’s kinktober prompt 20!

MDNI

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“Head on the pillow,” he says, getting comfortable with his head in between your thighs. You mumble, slanting back and spreading your legs for him. He takes a look at your exposed cunt, watching the little stream of arousal drip out. It almost unlocks something primitive in him to see you like this. He just wants to eat you like a starved man until you squirt all over his face and pull on his hair, but he stops himself. Instead, he takes little laps of your slick, tasting you like a chef.

“More, more please,” you close your eyes, throwing your head back as you feel his little teases.

“No, just wait, be patient,” he coos, moving his tongue up to your clit and rhythmically swinging it side to side, budging your nub. You moan, bucking your hips up for more friction. Jake quickly holds them down. “Nuh, uh. Now, I’m gonna have to punish ya,” he says. You groan in annoyance.

“How?” you ask, opening your eyes and staring up at the starry night. He sighs.

“Well, you cant cum until I tell you to,” he taps your clit a couple times like a mouse. You flinch. “No moving, no running away. Stay here and take it,” he shoves your hips down into the cot, forcing you to stay still.

“Fine,” you underestimate how difficult this is going to be.

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It’s been about an hour. Jake’s face is covered in your juices but you still haven’t came yet. He pulls away from your sloshing pussy to take a breath.

“Fuck, all this for me?” he teases, smacking your clit a few times and watching the way your folds jiggle before looking up at your tear-covered face.

“Let me cum…” you beg, panting. At this point, sweat covers your skin. An insane build up of stress resides of your heat from so many denied orgasms. Your legs are still spread wide apart for him, and starting to tremble. It’s crazy to you. Crazy how he can tell when you’re gonna cum and then stop at the perfect moment. He sends your frustration through the rough. He loves the sound of your wanton, escalating moans followed by a frustrated cry out when he stops. He can’t get enough of the way your back arches even further at that quick moment when you think he’ll let you finish, only to be followed with your body loosening up and frustratedly writhing.

“I think maybe it’s time, do you?” he asks.

“Yea,” you exhale, out of breath.

“Alright, but you gotta say thanks,” he coos, slowly rubbing a finger in circles on your clit. You mumble a some pathetic words of thank under your breath before Jake hooks his lips back to your nub. He sucks it at a medium pace, allowing you to move your hips and arch as much as you want. He knows the orgasm will be just as powerful no matter what. He lets his spit drip down your folds, escaping the seal that his mouth has to your clit. You grapple at his hair once again, tugging on his sturdy locs as he slips his middle finger into you. You moan again, clamping down tightly on his digits. Your poor, raw clit tingles with pleasure in Jake’s mouth.

“Fuck!” you groan, feeling him curl his finger just enough to hit that special spot. The tip of it presses into that little spongy spot that sends you over the edge. Your body twitches and your eyes screw shut as you spray all over his face. He sticks his desperate tongue out, lapping all your juices. You whimper and tremor a little, your body being overcome with pleasure that you deserved an hour ago. He continues to pleasure you with his mouth and digit which drags out your climax for as long as possible. When you finally come down from your high, he still remains in between your legs, licking up all your leftovers.

Sorry I posted this alrdy in like September accidentally so some ppl might have read it😭

[lemontongues]

i think this restringing is gonna physically kill me lmao, whining below the cut

so. last spring, after my mom stopped doing the restringings because of her hand pain and before i offered to learn how to do the restringings because the people we were trying to send them to kept taking forever and doing shitass jobs, a woman brought in a strand of garnet beads that she wanted restrung.

the beads are cheap and shitty. like, you can get a similar size and quantity of garnet beads on etsy for 20-40 bucks. garnets arent generally that expensive and these arent particularly special in any way.

so for some reason, the person we sent the restringing to last spring took like. literal months to do it. and also she did an absolute shitass job. she used a thread that was completely the wrong size, way too thin, so

a) it fucking broke again in like four months, Obviously, and

b) cutting the fucking thing apart took me literally like 45 minutes because i kept having to stop to try to hold the thread in exactly the right way while cutting it, and when i failed i had to sit there and try to gently poke the knot that had gotten stuck inside the bead back out with a needle, because this lady somehow managed to pick the exact thread weight that would cause the knots to be too small to keep the beads in place, but just large enough to get stuck halfway through the fucking beads. incredible.

so anyway. we get this thing back. the lady is obviously mad about it. my aunt writes "ASAP" on the job and then holds onto it for a week. off to a great start.

then we have the little adventure with cutting it apart, which. mostly works. three of the beads end up with thread stuck in them so bad that i cant get it out no matter what i try jabbing through the beads. i break the nice needlenose tweezers that were apparently my grandpa's while trying.

take the three beads back into the store. give them to the jeweler in the morning so he can try drilling the thread out of them. he ignores them all day, then as we're standing there waiting to go home, he finally decides to try drilling them. starts on one. instantly breaks it. subsequently realizes maybe he should have tried soaking them in acetone first.

so he and my aunt both freak out and start talking about having the jeweler stop at a jewel cutter on his way to work the next morning to get someone to hand cut a matching bead for this fucking $40 strand of garnets

i go home, talk to my mom about it, she's a sane human being and just buys a strand of garnet beads in the same size and cut from one of our vendors. cool.

that all happened on wednesday. no further chaos yesterday.

today, the lady calls to ask what's up with them. we fudge the situation so she doesnt flip her shit on us because according to my aunt she's being incredibly high strung about the whole thing, which i believe because the stupid thing only got here like 2 weeks ago and she's already calling us to ask about it

my mom points out that even though we're missing some beads, i could start working on the other side of the necklace while we wait for the replacements to come in. im like oh okay thats a good idea!

come home. get my thread ready. the strand has these 5 weird and ugly gold foil-wrapped garnet beads in the middle, and im like 99% sure that two of the beads i cant use came from the right side and 1 came from the left. i decide to count the beads off to make sure the gold ones end up in the middle.

i count out 24 beads from each side.

there are four beads leftover on the left side of the strand.

please just kill me

[cryingteacup]

Creepy pasta sleeping habits

I am such a god damn nerd okay.

Jeff

Barely. He'll stay up all night doing the dumbest stuff shit online. you can practically hear the sticky ipad noises echoing through the hallway. Just the squish on his fingers tapping the dirty screen. He plays those games that have adds like "i bet you cant beat level pink or you're legal good" just to prove himself.his ipad is laggy from the amount of viruses hes gotten from sketchy websites. He'll sleep in till 4pm then deny when everyone asks if he's tired. He trudges through his tasks, yawning, dark bags contrasting with his pale ass skin. Someone will be like "Hey dude are you okay you seem tired" and he'll blow tf up on them. He usually sleeps with his eyes open out of convenience, but When he does need a good night sleep he needs a sleeping mask because he has no eyelids.

Ben

Ben stays up with jeff on discord calls. He has shitty ass mic quality so when you pass by either of their rooms its just garbage noise. His bed sheets are stained with cheeto crumbs and he has enough stuffed animals to create a new makeshift mattress, so when he sprawls out all of them just go flying off the bed. Has a nightstand filled with various bowls and cups he just never bothered put away. Along with 50 empty uncleaned monster cans that he keeps for "decoration" (they are full of bugs)

Toby

He has a fan in his room to create white noise. He gets really anxious during the night. (thanks slender man lol) he has one bed sheet. One pillow. One blanket. No posters. No books, no nothing. He has a phone, but instead up spending all night on social media, he just. binges. He knows everything about a show before everyone else because he just binges, he cant function until he finishes the show.his favorites are Hallmark movies. They remind him of the movies his mom was always playing on the tv. He spoiled shows so often that people had to pay him 20 bucks each to stop. After a while though he just felt he HAD the binge all the shows and then he had a panic attack because he didn't sleep for three days and now he goes to bed everyday at 9.

Jane

Only person here who has a skin care routine. She takes a shower. Sets out new comfortable clothes for sleep on her bed so when she gets out of the shower so she doesn't need to pick out pajamas. She also tosses a towel in the dryer so its warm and fluffy for when she gets out.she has a 14 step skin care routine full of various moisturizers and serums. She also has a jade roller. Shes very incecure about her skin since she got her burns, so she always puts in extra effort to feed her skin good stuff. She likes to watch a show before she goes to bed just to unwind. She used to doom scroll but then she read a artical about the effects and stopped like the queen she is. Her go to's are true crime, the crown and bojack horseman. Shes a back sleeper because feeling her body touching while shes sleeping makes her hyper aware and in turn, makes her uncomfortable.

Hey u. STOP OMG DONT LEAVE YETPLEASEOMGPLEASE

if you liked the story send stuff to my inbox pls n ty

[cocosstories]

Chris Evans One Shot

Hi, first of all i think i read al your writings today and they are perfect!! I saw that you take request and had an idea about chris evans and (younger) reader. Maybe one where they are doing an interview together or maybe one were they have to roast each other. Or maybe something where they read each others thirst tweets and they are kinda in love with each other. ( i know those are a lot ideas, just chose whatever en whenever you want to write them) 🤣♥️

I have a request if you’re taking them. Maybe you could write one about Chris Evans and reader doing an interview and it’s really light hearted and childish cuz we know how Chris is😂but just a lot of fluff really. Thank youuu, sending lots of love xx

The nerves were setting in as you and your costar Chris Evans waited to start your latest interview.

"Are you guys ready?"

You look behind the camera to the buzzfeed rep and nod. 

"Hi guys, I'm Chris Evans"

Chris starts when prompted.

"And I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N and we are reading thirst tweets."

You finish the intro with a nervous  smile. 

"Ladies first."

Chris says, handing you the bucket. 

'@yourtwittername is the whole reason I lost no nut November...I ain't mad tho'

You read out the first one, your heart pounding.

"He probably lost like 100 bucks Y/N!"

Chris jokes as he laughs. 

"Wow. My bad dude. Better luck next year?"

You shrug as you answer the tweet laughing, finally feeling more relaxed. 

'I would let Chris Evans rail me in the backseat of a car in a Walmart parking lot'

Chris reads his first tweet, turning bright red as he does. 

"Who wouldn't, am I right ladies?"

You say, winking to the camera.

"Jeez. Walmart? Can't even go to like a Target or something?"

Chris says.

'@yourtwittername is living her best life being surround by all these sexy daddies all the time.'

You giggle.

"It is a true blessing in my life. All of these sexy older men I get to spend time with. Sebastian, Mackie, Hemsworth. Oh and Evans is cute too I guess."

Chris fakes offence and you stick your tongue out at him.

During this press tour, you and Chris had gotten a lot closer and become pretty good friends. 

Despite the fact that you were in your early 20's you actually had a lot in common and felt comfortable with him.

To you it was all just playful banter and great chemistry but to anyone and everyone around you, it was pretty clear that the two of you were harboring some pretty strong feelings for each other.

'That is americas ass and I want to bite it.'

"That line is going to haunt me for the rest of my life."

Chris says with an exaggerated sigh. 

"I don't know dude, Mackie might take over that mantle. He and Sebastian have talked about how his ass is better than yours more than once."

The crew behind the camera laughs, remembering when Sebastian and Mackie had done their video and said exactly that. 

"Mackie can have the title. I'm ok with that."

Chris says with a chuckle. 

'I would let @yourtwittername suck chocolate off my toes.'

You scrunch your face in disgust as you read.

"Maybe so but, she wouldn't do it. No offense if that's your thing but just no."

You fake gag.

'I'd let Chris Evans snap my back like a glow stick.'

Chris stares at the paper, reading it over and over again as you laugh. 

"I think y'all fried his brain."

You turn towards him, rubbing his back.

"Chris, sweetie, the tweet can't hurt you."

He mocks a laugh as he crumples up the paper and tosses it behind him.

'If Chris Evans doesn't wife @yourtwittername up soon...imma have to do it.'

A chorus of 'awws' come from the crowd behind the camera as you and Chris look at each other, unsure of how to address this particular tweet.

"Should we tell them?"

You finally say with a sly smile on your face. 

"I don't know if they can handle it."

Chris replies, catching on. 

"Alright guys, you are all the first to know...Chris and I...."

You trail off for dramatic effect.

"Are just friends."

You both say together and laugh. 

'i want chris evans to rail me until i cant walk... is it to much to ask for'

"Jeez seems like your schedule is getting pretty full there Mr."

You laugh.

"Jealous?"

He says, side eyeing you. 

"Nah, I'm more of a Sebastian Stan kinda girl."

You playfully nudge him. 

"All the girls love Sebastian."

He replies, playing hurt. 

"It's those steel blue eyes. They let you know where home is."

You shrug, quoting your favorite Mackie line. 

"Well guys, that was the last one and thank God for that."

Chris says with a chuckle.

"Oh come on you big baby, those weren't that bad!"

You roll your eyes. 

"Yours weren't maybe."

The two of you playfully banter a little longer before waving goodbye to the camera and the interview ends. 

"You guys were great! Thanks for doing this."

The producer says as the set assistants take your mics off. 

"Thanks for having us."

You smile at her.

"I'm starving. Y/N, you wanna grab lunch?"

Chris asks as the two of you head out of the building.

"Yes please."

You eagerly answer before climbing into the waiting car, you and Chris heading off for food before the rest of your long day of press together.

[jqekeerysgf]

"Send ❤️"

This is very much so just me writing about something i've been through but instead it's a Bucky fic. also please bare in mind this isn't me romanticising the topics in this fic, this is me facing my trauma in the only way i can.

sexual harassment is never romantic.

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: Cyber sexual assault/harassment, mentions of nudes, heavy angst, no happy ending, fuckboy hours, unrequited feelings, modern AU, kinda a texting fic, un-betad, lmk if theres any mistakes. 

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Saturday 3rd May, 10:20 pm

As you're lying in bed, your phone screen lights up. It's a notification. A Snapchat notification. You don't even have to look to see who it's from. You already know. It's always the same. Every night. The fuckboy hours. From him.

You open your phone and stare at his name for far longer than you feel you should. But you can't help it. The rush of nerves that you feel when you read his name, when you see his face is, somehow, comforting. But you don't want to be stuck in this situation, because it's tearing you apart. He's breaking you from the inside and you don't know how to stop it.

You turn your phone off.

You're screen lights up. Again. You open you phone, and see that same name, for the second time tonight. The same one as last night, and the night before that. And the same one that you'll read tomorrow, and the next night. And it's a never-ending cycle but you aren't doing anything to stop it, so you tell yourself it's all your fault because if he doesn't think it's wrong, then what's the harm?

Your phone lights up for the third time.

'Snapchat: New chat from Bucky <3'

You want to ignore it, but you're weak. Weak for him. He makes you feel helpless. Helpless, but so, so loved. So you can't help it. You can't stop it. And sometimes. You don't even want to.

You open the chat.

Bucky<3: hey, babe. how's u?

It always starts this way. Just meaningless conversation.

'not good. i don't want this with you. i cant do this anymore. i hate it so much. i feel so used and objectified all the time. and it's your fault. i hate this. please stop. please.'

You wish you could tell him the truth. But you can't. So you don't.

You: im good, u?

He replies within seconds.

Bucky <3: Pretty good, missin you though :/

Fuck.

There it is.

There's the killer.

You: aw, i miss you too buck :/

You can't help it. He makes you weak.

Bucky <3: what u wearing rn?

You: a bra and shorts. u?

Bucky: thats hot. lemme see

This again.

You don't want to. But he makes you weak. And he knows it.

You: gimme 2 mins

You go to the bathroom, lock the door, and take the video. You hate the way you turn around, facing away from the camera. You hate how you hike the shorts up just a half an inch too high. Hate how you love the feeling of his compliments. Hate what you have to do to get them. Hate it hate it hate it.

You turn around and smile at the camera, hoping for once, just maybe, he'll compliment something other than you shape, or your curves. But what can you expect? If you show him your body, that's all he's going to see. Right?

You stop the video, and watch it back. 4 times. Then, he's typing again.

You hit send and go back onto the chat.

Bucky <3: what's taking you so long babe

You: sorry, shitty wifi smh

You: its sending now

It's sent.

You've become used to that feeling of anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

He opens the snap.

You feel sick.

It's nothing new

Bucky <3: ur so hot. the clothes would defo look better on my bedroom floor tho ;)

No.

Stop it.

Please stop it.

You: i bet they would ;)

You're weak.

Bucky <3: u should take the shorts off. u wearing anything underneath?

You don't even think before replying.

You: no

Bucky <3: take em off ;)

No.

You need an excuse.

Quickly.

He knows you aren't comfortable with this.

He knows.

You: idk babe. its kinda cold in my room rn

It'll have to do.

Bucky <3: aw, please :/

You: not tn buck

Bucky <3: why :/

He's relentless.

Bucky <3: please ❤️

You: honestly buck im not feeling very good tn

Bucky <3: why? what's going on?

He doesn't care. He's just buttering you up so you'll give in. And you know that.

You: just low self esteem and stuff, dw about it :)

He can't be mad at that.

Bucky <3: i'll tell u what. take the photo.

No.

Bucky <3: don't send it to me though.

Oh.

Bucky <3: or do, idm ;)

Oh.

You: idk buck

Bucky <3: just give it a go. i do it all the time. it really helps :)

You might as well try.

You: alright

You stand up in front of the mirror.

You slowly pull your shorts down.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe it will help.

Or maybe he knows you're weak.

You look in the mirror.

And take the photo.

Your hand hovers over the 'send to Bucky <3' button.

You stare and stare and stare and stare until the picture becomes blurry and your picking out every insecurity and every flaw you see.

The severity of the situation kicks in and now you can't breathe.

You think 'just send it, make this easier for everyone'.

You almost do.

Almost.

You press the 'X' in the top left corner of the screen.

Some of the weight rested on your shoulders lifts off and floats away into beautiful nothingness.

You click back on the chat with Bucky.

You: i took the photo

Bucky <3: ass or tits?

Of course that's what he asks.

You: ass

Bucky <3: fuck. that's hot. did u save it?

You: no

Bucky <3: oh. cool cool. how do u feel now

You: a little better

You: im pretty hot tbh

Bucky <3: ur damn right

You smile. And you loathe yourself because of it.

'Maybe he won't ask anymore. Not tonight at least.' You think.

You turn your phone off again.

You grab the book you've been reading and open it up where you carefully slotted the bookmark.

11:30 pm

Your phone screen lights up for the 3rd time tonight.

You glance over to see who it is.

'Snapchat: Bucky <3 is typing...'

You tap on the banner, and the his message pops up.

Bucky <3: u defo didnt save it?

You sigh.

You: no i didnt save it

Bucky <3: thats fine

Bucky <3: is typing.....

Bucky <3: u wanna retake it and send?

Your heart is thumping in your chest.

You can feel it in your throat.

You: nah. i cba to get out of bed

Bucky <3: not even for me? :/

You: not even for you, sorry babe.

Bucky <3: maybe this will persuade u...

You: ???

Bucky <3 sent 3 new snaps

You don't open them straight away. You can't. You won't.

You stare at his name once again.

You stare and stare and stare. Until you can stare no more.

You open the pictures.

Its him. In front of the mirror. With nothing but the corner of a towel covering his dick.

'Oh god.' You think. 'What the fuck do i do?'

You click back on the chat.

You: jesus christ buck

Bucky <3: PAHAHAHHAAH

Bucky <3: what do u think?

You: i think that i wouldve liked a content warning

Bucky <3: AHAHAHAHAH

Bucky <3: so, u feelin persuaded?

You: not so much ahahah

What was he expecting?

Bucky <3: wow. ok.

You: sorry

Bucky <3: its ok

You: im uncomfy is all

Bucky <3: yeah. i get it.

You: i just dont trust anyone with anything online

You: its nothing personal

Bucky <3: babe. u can trust me with anything. swear on my life.

It doesn't feel like that. It never does.

You: i know

Bucky <3: then why wont u send

You: it just makes me uncomfortable.

Bucky <3: you can trust me. i wont show anyone.

You: i know that. i just dont want to send.

Bucky <3: alright. fine. be like that.

You turn your phone off. Fully off. Tears sting at the back of your eyes and you squeeze them shut until it hurts. You don't want to cry over him. Not again. Not after the hundreds of times previous to now. It hasn't gotten this bad before. He's never pushed you that far.

You can't deal with it anymore. He's going to tear you apart. Limb by limb. Muscle by muscle. Until there's merely the broken shell of you, which he will have free reign over. He'll have the power to do whatever he wants. And you won't stop him.

Because you're weak.

[lokislittlemagpie]

I don't enjoy doing this, I'm too stubborn and my mom doesn't even know I'm making this post. We have a nearly 100 year old property 1 mile into Montana and my GG worked and worked on this place for decades only for her "best friend" David to manipulate her and take over the place. He put the water heater on the second floor of this old cabin and it fell through, he used fraud loop holes to steal over 12,000 dollars from her that she saved her whole life to have a small ranch (it sadly didnt happen before her first major stroke). This property is falling apart and after 3 major strokes, she can no longer care for it and my mother and my grandmother took it upon themselves to leave everything behind to fix this 5 acre property. My mom and I work together for 11 bucks an hour and my grandmother does Caregiving for 15, all of us having pets and my sister to care for along side this falling apart property. I dont want to pull a sob story and I didnt even want to do this post, but the cabin is falling in on itself, theres a hole above the shower from the water heater collapsing through, the house is no longer on foundation so the rain and weather is causing the whole 'falling in on itself' issue, and we live directly off the high way. People have pulled in and stole things from my GG since day one and we want to get good cameras for the place so it cant happen anymore. The internet is awful and if pics of the property's damage is needed, I'll give them once I'm in signal with good data (town is 15 miles away both ways.) I dont have a pay pal or a GoFundMe yet bc I didnt know if it would piss off my stubborn mom or not, but after watching her cry bc of our only guaranteed place to live/GGs whole life just falling apart at the seams I just cant sit here and do nothing- I'm 20 now and I'm determined to help and if that means 10 to 12 hour shifts 6 days a week to help along side studying, I'll do it. But this place needs a lot of money just to be safe again, so I'll make a poll and in one week this spreads and my mom can finally see that not everyone will sabotage us and actually help out, I'll make at least a GoFundMe for her and this old property. I'll do my best to send pictures and even take a vid to add to this post when in data range, but for now my words will have to do. I will not make a GoFundMe till I have pics of the place you would be helping to fix so you know you're giving it to something real (I've been cheated out of my money on there before so I understand.) While I take pics rn as we speak and save them for when I get to Troy (MT) or 3 Mile (ID), Please let me know if you're willing to help. I cant watch my family do this alone anymore and with my asthma and my mothers heart issues, we can only do so much alone. I'll take pics of progress from the help we hope to receive to show that the money is actually being used for what it was given for. This place is all we have, and after years of watching it fall, I'm on my knees begging- Anything, a penny to even just a dollar would go straight to bringing this place back from the dead.

So please, would you be willing to help my family with this old place? I will even try to find a way to give something back- We dont have much of anything with value, but I'll do my best to figure something out. Send me a private message or comment a simple yes if your willing and if no, thank you for at least reading this long ass post and if it can be spread around then it's all I need and it's still help. I know people have it worse than us, and once were on safe ground, I'll do what I can to help others as well. My nick name is Bluejay or Jay, mom Is Amy, sister is Kayla and my grandmother is Monica btw! Great grandma prefers to go by Yvonne. Thank you for everything you're able to do, money or not, and if I make a GoFundMe, I'll edit this post and add it here.

[tlou-1]

Joel Miller x Reader (Home) - Chapter 18

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13| Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 TBA

Chapter 18 - Joel pulls out all the stops for your second wedding anniversary (warning for smut and cuss words. There is also a bit of fluff) 

Songs mentioned from The Dance 1997 Fleetwood Mac Album 

The house felt quiet when you walked through the front door, you had just gotten back from an afternoon patrol and normally Bruce or Patrick would be at the door to meet you but nothing. 

“Hello… anyone home?” You call out hanging up your jacket and kicking off your boots.

“Don’t move, just stay where you are” you heard Joel’s voice call from upstairs. His loud footsteps soon follow, a smile on his face. He places his hands over your eyes and leads you from behind into the living room. When he removes his hands you can see the room was lit with candles, fairy lights strewed across the ceiling, a blanket placed on the floor and the film projector usually used in the church hall was set up in place of the tv. 

“Happy second anniversary” smiles Joel when you turn around to face him, you also have the largest smile on your face. You hadn’t been able to celebrate your first wedding anniversary together, you were pretty preoccupied with a four month old baby, but this completely and utterly made up for it. 

You press a quick kiss on Joel’s cheek before saying, “I should really go get cleaned up from patrol first”. Joel had already thought about this and leads you upstairs to where he had drawn a bath, he added some more hot water whilst you removed your clothes. He turns to leave you once you have climbed into the tub but you reach out for his hand, the water dripping onto his. “And where do you think you’re going?” You chirp. Joel smirks, “Scoot” he begins removing his clothes and climbs in behind you, your head resting on his chest. His hands alternate between running through the end of your damp hair and running up and down your chest, grazing your breasts as he did, you shivered as he did it which made him chuckle. “How is anyone supposed to relax with you doing that” you sigh, you actually felt completely relaxed but you couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of Joel’s hand.

“I can’t help it” he whispers in your ear, “You know how much I love your breasts and every time I look down, they are staring me in the face”.

To toy with him you turn around to face him so as that he has a complete eye full, he rolls his head back and groans “Jesus woman” before pulling you in for a deep kiss. He trails him mouth and turns his attention to your exposed wet breasts, slowly licking and flicking your nipple with his tongue before wrapping his mouth completely around them. “We shouldn’t stay in here too long, you left the candles burning downstairs”. You can hear him huff, knowing you were right but there was the entire rest of the evening alone together. 

You dried off and changed into a one of Joel’s flannels before meeting him in the living room where he had everything set up. 

“So husband, what are we watching this evening?” You ask sitting down next to him on the blanket and picking up the wine he had poured for you both.

“Well it took a bit of searching but” he simply hit play and the film began. There was a roar of a crowd as the titles appeared, the bass of a kick drum started and a title appeared on screen, ‘The Dance, Fleetwood Mac, 1997’. Your head shoots from the screen to Joel who is smiling at you, “Is this real?” you ask and he responds with a nod. You had mentioned a few time that had only been to one concert in your life before the outbreak and it was a regret you had never seen more, you always wanted to Joel to sit and tell you about any music he had ever seen. You didn’t know a lot of Fleetwood Mac songs but that didn’t matter. You could see Joel tapping his foot to the beat of the song he called, “The Chain”. 

One of the women began singing this song, “time cast a spell on you but you won’t forget me. I know I could have loved you but you wouldn’t let me”. You turn to Joel, “She looks in actual pain singing those words”. He goes on to explain the man across from her playing the guitar was who it was about, that they had been together but split up and continued to write and sing about each other in the band. “The sounds of my voice will haunt you. You will never get away from the sound of the woman who loved you” the women sang the words directly across to the man. “Jesus” was all you could say, “right?” Joel agreed. You had heard music but to see someone sing like that on stage, well it was incredible, it was an incredible gift that Joel had given to you. 

The band start playing another song, this one you recognise. You get up on your feet, Joel Asks “What are you doing?” To which you respond by placing your hand out. He shakes his head and says “I ain’t dancing” before putting his hand in yours with a defeated sigh . He never could refuse you these rare requests. You both slowly sway to the sound of Dream playing in the background, you feel Joels slightly damp hair on the side of your face and inhale the clean smell. “God I get so scared sometimes” you whisper.

“What about?” He asks as you continue to dance, you hold him a little tighter as you answer “How much I love you, it can be terrifying. I literally feel tied to you, like there is a little string between us that is knotted to us both, tying us together”. 

Joel shifts back slightly so he can place his hand under your chin to look up at him, he leans down and kisses you gently.

“I never in my life thought I would meet someone like you. I thank god every day for bringing me here and letting me love a woman who is so strong, kind and” he trails off “I have something for you”. Joel had already given you so much, even this evening had been beautiful, what more could he give you. 

He opens a drawer and hands you a wooden sculpture. There is a large hand, it looked a like Joel’s and it was holding a woman figure, she held one child a her breast and another older child sat at her knees holding her hand. It was beautiful and so detailed. 

“Joel this is” you cant even find the words, he puts his hand up to your face and smiles. He knew what you wanted to say, you kiss the palm of his hand. 

Joel slowly takes the sculpture from your hand sitting it down and replaces it with his own hand to pull you in closer. His lips gently find yours, “I love you” he whispers against your lips which sends this wave of gentle peace over you. You take your time with each other, removing each piece of clothing one by one. Joel scoops you up and walks back to the sofa where he sits down with you hovering over the top of him. You can feel his cock stiff beneath you, grazing between your folds as you relaxed onto him. It made you wet and you couldn’t help but grind against it, both of you moaned in response. 

Joel positioned himself and bucked his hips so he was inside you, “Oh Fuck” he cried out and his head fell forward resting against your breasts. You could feel him hitting the right spot as he got into a rhythm and when he used his hand to tend to you clit, well you were crying out for him at that point. He asked you to cum for him, “I want to come for me baby” and when you did he responded “yes that’s it. Do I make you feel good?”, all you could do was nod and pant. When Joel was close to edge your instinct was to pull him closer and deeper inside you, you collapsed on top of his shoulder when you felt him tense. You stayed like that with each other for a few minutes, just breathing against each other and him still inside you. “You better keep fucking me like that when we get to our 20 year anniversary” you murmur against his shoulder and you both laugh for a long time about the joke but he also promised he would. 

You both are lying in bed a few hours later, you’re facing each other and Joel Asks what you are thinking about, “Nothing” you lie and ask what he is thinking about. “You” he smiles “and what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours”.

“I just - I just wonder how long it will take for her to forgive us. I miss her” you say trying to avoid Joel’s stare. 

“I don’t know Y/N but at least she is here in Jackson and she is safe” he brushes his rough fingers up and down your arm.

You don’t know why but you ask “You won’t ever leave here?”.

“Never” he says seriously and follows with “I promised I am planning on making love to you and sleeping next to you in this bed until I am an old man”.

You don’t say anything for a moment and then whisper “But Joel darling… you already are an old man”. 

“Why you cheeky -“ he laughs and begins to tickle at your sensitive spot above your hip, he makes good on his promise again that night. 

[imtheiliad]

For the character ask- Evan Buckley! 17, 19, 20, 24, 25, 26, 29

17. What do you think their first word was? Mad, with a very soft d, he was trying to say Maddie 🥺(tell me im wrong, you cant)

19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them within the show, maybe lou? outside the show i don't remember what it was but i do remember laughing for a really long time and just being confused.

20. A weird headcanon idk if this counts but my present wrapping hc is very random.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone? I don't think he's ever told anyone everywhere and everything he did before arriving in LA and the academy, not even maddie through the postcards. i think the soul searching he did was too personal to share.

25. When do you think they acted the most ooc i mean it was on purpose, but 201 😂 ig? just in those scenes, you know the ones. or 208, but again that's on purpose. his actions make sense for his character even if i dont like them *shrugs*.

26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most? the tsunami, eddie begins, buck begins, and the shooting, the hospital 2012, when he introduces eddie to carla- yes most of those moments are the trauma, but when he is stripped of all the energy and put in those positions i think what remains is the crucial pieces.

29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?) Okay so this is a complicated question for my man Buck. Because he's not aware (imo) of how much a dad he is already is (he also doesnt dare think that way cause that is killing eddie in the same breath but that's not the question), but all of those things we have seen with Christopher would just be amplified because he knows. We've watched him grow into the person he is in that regard and i think that it's so special.

send me a character and some numbers

[mrrusser]

So lately I've been frequently contacted by various different scammers (I sign up for stuff that attracts scammers purposely ) they call they text they email and even use f.b messenger. The two main scams lately have been old news already like getting a text saying they won the lotto and they are giving fucking 90,000 dollars away to a bunch of chosen people but in order to recieve your money you have to pay 400 bucks for shipping. And the other is them sending a text asking if your interested in wrapping your car for monster energy drinks for 500 dollars a week . Like maybe 20 scammers with that old ass scam this past week. I love accepting and messing with these assholes . When they send me checks I use different smart ass names just to see if they will catch it and block me . No not yet but my post office is sick of it . The last check fake check was 2855.00 dollars and made out to john fukkuscamfag jr. Lol . Even better when they called me trying to pronounce that name all pissed wanting to know if I deposited the check....I asked witch one I have a pile of them oh yours must be the one that's ligit right . I do this also mainly because these lying asshole zipperheads are out to rob me . So every fraudulent check sent over night to me costs around 8 bucks out of the scammers pocket and keeping them busy via texting playing dumb coming off with all kinds of excuses why you didnt deposit the bad check can go on for days ...which is good because that way maybe one two or three other goulable people wont get contacted and scammed ..this is our country and these motherfuckers are robbing our people left and right and theres no consequences because they are doing it from a different country and their fucked up government allows it . They have actual 8 hour a day full time jobs in a cubicle with a computer and dont seem to think they are robbing us. That's how they support their family's, their 9 to 5 you could say. One of the big issues is goulable fucking people in this country . Many people believe and pay into the scam and lose out big time only to fall again and again and to me that's insane and clearly let's me know what the problem is and clearly keeps scammers picking on the u.s . As long as they are making the bucks here it wont stop . The fbi cant touch it cause its foreign.. Ok so heres one big red flag that most of these scammers will say and it's only one word they put in their scam directions to you . It's the word "KINDLY" Yes if you see that word like if they are telling you to do somthing .. " KINDLY DEPOSIT CHECK IN YOU ACOUNT .......just for example ok. That is without a doubt a scammer . Ok God forbid they actually make a job offer or whatever that isnt outlandish like instead of 1000$ a week to clean an apartment that has no address and the check is suddenly at your door way over the amount and still no address to go start actually earning instead instruction on depositing the check and request for the amount it was over to pay the painter still no address ....duh how fucking stupid ...if they contacted me with hi this is such and such cleaning company wanting to speak to you about a position opening up this fall if your interested please contact us to request an application or an interview if you are in our area .the job is full time starting wage is $ 9.00 /hr you must submit a 5 panel urine analysis clean as drugs will not be tolerant at out work facility and any illegal activity will lead to immediate termination. Blablabla...right ide be in deep trouble If scammers gave it to me at that angle . Maybe ...I've never ever fell for any scam except once I bought a bad ass drone for insanely cheap and I didnt get that drone actually I had to constantly bother them for 6 months before they sent me a picture of that drone and a plastic fake little helicopter I later found the same one in a 25cent toy machine ...live and learn to not fall for the same burn turn after turn.

[meatpower]

Please consider helping me pay off a debt and afford necessities

Hello, I wish I didn't have to do this but I have to. I'm a 20 yr old autistic lesbian and I got into some shit. I'm not sure how to word any of this, but...

I woke up today to find my bank account has been blocked. I'm not sure how to translate these things, some of them may be specific to Czech republic and I don't know the english terms, but basically I'm in debt because I got caught on public transport without a ticket ONCE when I was 15 years old and couldn't afford the transport ticket on my way from school. I know this is on me, but I completely forgot about it. I didn't receive any warnings or letters or calls - they always silently wait at least 5 years, with the debt getting bigger every day without your knowledge, and when youre an adult they come at you full force.

I don't know if this happens in other countries, but it's a staple batshit thing in my country everyone knows about. There's children hundreds of dollars in debt because of public transport, it happens so often, it's always in the news and stuff. It's revolting and now it happened to me.

My debt is 455 dollars, and they already seized all the money on my bank account, which left me with nothing, and I have to pay 234 more dollars. I'm devastated.

I have no means of getting this money right now. I'm currently finishing last year of school and I have to pass what I'll translate as big ass state exams in less than a month to graduate. I don't get paid until the 20th of this month, but I still need to pay rent and buy food until then, and the amount I'll get would just barely pay it off. Since my brother and I moved recently, we have no furniture either and I was saving up for necessary items, which is now gone. I also just got approved for disability pension, but they're still in the process of calculating the money they will give me, which usually isn't much, but it helps.

So, I need to pay off the debt and afford rent and food on top of that, so Im gonna try asking for donations. My mom said she's gonna help me a bit, but she is poor as well as it is, so I decided to try my luck here as well. Please don't feel obliged to donate - I get it, money is tight and I'm not the only one struggling, and if you don't have much yourself, take care of yourself first - but if a fraction of my followers had some money to spare and was so kind to send me even a dollar or a few cents, it would be incredibly helpful. Anything helps a lot and I'd be eternally thankful.

In return, I can offer you art, which you can find on @xuve (original drawings) and ig @hrothgart (fanart), so if you donate and want a drawing, message me on here (I don't have much time rn though so it would take me a bit longer than usual to finish the commission!).

I will take emergency commissions for less money than usually, but I'll still set some price points because unfortunately I can't afford to draw for less than that right now. The complexity scales with the amount, but let's say...

2-9 bucks would be a doodle with simple coloring (again complexity scales with the amount), 10-19 bucks would be a fully colored character or a portrait (I can draw furries, humans, animals, real people etc...) And 20+ dollars would be a scene with a background. If you have something else in mind, feel free to suggest anything :)

I'm bad at summing things up but...

TLDR: I got caught on public transport once when I was 15 and couldn't afford a ticket, I forgot about it because they kept silent for 5 years with no warnings while the debt grew bigger, and now they want 455 dollars, half of which they seized from my account, which is now blocked as well. This thing happens in my country a lot. Im left with money in the negatives and I need to afford rent and food. If you were so kind and sent me even one dollar so I can afford to live, I'd be really thankful, and I can draw in return.

My PayPal is emma.g@post.cz (excuse the deadname). If you cant donate, a reblog is always appreciated. Thank you so much!

[kate-read-that]

Second Chances

Here it is!

" So you guys think I can't do it?" Rose asked, her eyebrows arched in indignity "I can't believe, after all this time, you still doubt my abilities".

"Its not about your abilities, Rose, but he's seven years older than us, and he's one of the best Guardians in the world, and Mia was just saying not even you could break the ice around him because of his personality!" Finished Lisa, trying to calm her Guardian's mood because of Mia's introduction.

The water-controller moroi had just finished telling them about the new Guardian in court, Dimitri Belikov, and how he was always so cold and strict. Apparently, Belikov's moroi, Ivan Zekklos, had died while he was on vacation permision, and the damphir had been required by Tasha Ozzera and moved into Court with her.

"I don't think there's a woman here he's interested in, and I've seen plenty trying to walk up to him and flirt in these last five days, but nothing! Don't worry Rose, its not about you" Mia kept saying, unaware of what was brewing in Rose's mind.

"What will you give me if I get his phone number?"

Mia laughed "You wont"

"But if I do?"

"Alright, I'll give you 20 bucks if you manage to get his number" Mia surrendered, entertained. Lissa moaned, indignified, but both girls struck hands and Rose got up from the chair.

They were sitting in one of the restaurants in Court when they had seen Dimitri, waiting for Lucas and Eddie to arrive to order. Just as Rose approached, Lucas Ozzera crossed the entrance door and walked up to them, accompanied by his main guardian, Eddie Castille.

"I didn't know Rose knew Dimitri, he just arrived at court a week ago" said Lucas, surprised.

" How do you know him?" Asked Lisa, surprised. Mia didn't turn around to say hi, too busy paying attention at Rose and Dimitri.

"He's dating my aunt, he's her guardian now and they are a couple as well... Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Fast! Tell Rose to leave!" Lisa moaned, panicking.

"How? She's facing the other way! I cant exactly goup to her and tel l her!" Mia was about to do just that, thinking of coming up with some dumb excuse, when Rose sat at the table in front of Belikov.

"Is anyone going to tell us what's going on?" Lucas asked, confused, while sitting next to Lissa. Eddie had the same face, except he sat facing the entrance door and looked around from time to time to stay vigilant.

All them watched the other table, expectant and afraid.

-----

Rose walked up to him, thinking of a dozen pick up lines that would get him a guy in a pub. But this was not a pub, and that guy was a living legend, so she decided to start simple.

"Hey, you're Guardian Belikov, right?" She said, trying to keep her voice friendly but sweet.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy right now"

Rose frowned. He hadn't even looked up from his book, even though he was sitting alone in a table for two without any food in front of him. Reading, without looking at her, who, by they way, was looking beautiful on her free day.

"Right, I'm sorry, I just wanted to present myself because I'm new here, didn't want to be an annoyance" she put just the exact amount of sadness and pity in that sentence, knowing full well how she could pretend inocence in any situation.

At that, the tall guy lifted his head. His eyes were so dark, almost black. He was cute, Rose thought "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I was just finishing this chapter. Yes, I'm Dimitri Belikov, but I'm afraid I'm even newer than you, Guardian..."

"Hathaway, but everyone calls me Rose when I'm off duty" she smiled, noticing how his eyes lingered in her new dress just a second. Getting closer, she thought, satisfied.

"I guess you're related to Jeanine Hathaway in some way, right?"

Rose felt her smile fell "I'm her daughter"

"I didnt know she had a daughter" Dimitri said, frowning. Rose thought maybe this bet was a little stupid, because he was feeling like punching something, not flirting.

"Yeah, he prefers to act like I don't exist, but here I am" she didn't even try to cover her annoyance in that moment, although she knew she was losing him.

"Not all parents are good parents" he seemed deep in thought while saying that, and Rose thought she was going to leave now, because the conversation had found had found a dead stop. He surprised her.

"Would you like to sit until my company arrives?"

Rose studied him. Dimitri Belikov didnt seem the pity kind of guy, and he didn't seem to be pitying her now. And yet, he didn't seem like he was flirting, neither, and there was no other reason he would ask her to sit with him.

She sat.

"Now, would you tell me why did you want to talk to me?" Dimitri arched a brow, and Rose decided he looked cute again, and she had to play her part.

"I just told you-"

"I arrived here five days ago, I'm probably the worst person you could choose to set a conversation and I don't know any other guardians here. Besides, the full table that you come from tells me you're not having problems with socialising ."

Well, this is not going well, she thought. Dimitri didnt seem mad, but he still didn't seem flirty, or entertained, not even satisfied at having seen trough her. He seemed curious, though, and a little too serious for a 26 year old man.

She knew if she confessed then and there, he would send her to her table again, and she'd rather go back to the academy with Kirova than face one of the bests guardians in the world telling everybody how she got in a flirting bet with him and lost because he sent her away. Even if it meant losing in front of Mia.

"Alright, I came here because I know you're one of the bests and I wanted you to train me from time to time" she didn't even know where that had come from.

"What?" Dimitri looked perplexed. She thought fast.

"Well, I was the best Guardian in my generation in the Academy, and I know I'm pretty good, but ever since I'm here I've had little chances to fight against someone as good as me, and they say you're awesome, and we're both going to be here for a while"

"You're not humble, I see"

"Why? Like I said, best in my year at St Vladimirs"

He would reject her, because no one wanted to be a teacher, and also because she was already a Guardian, she'd say she understood, and they would part ways happily. She would lose her bet, but her dignity would remain intact. She could tell Mia he was just too serious for her.

But right as Dimitri opened his mouth, someone touched Rose's shoulder.

"I see you've met Dimka, Rose" a woman voice sounded from behind her. When Rose turned around, she smiled. Tasha Ozzera, in her typical jeans and top, was smiling down at her. Rose loved Tasha. She was one of the few moroi she could tolerate most of the time, and her scars and her story made her everything Rose would have wanted in an older sister.

"Do you know Tasha?" Belikov asked, surprised.

"Of course we know each other, Dimitri. Her moroi is Lisa Dragomir, Lucas' girlfriend. She's been friends with both since they were in the Academy, we met during winter about two years ago, remember Rose?"

Rose would remember that winter until the day she died, specially Mason, so brave yet so stupid, driving them all into danger, only to die when it seemed they had almost saved themselves. She would remember his face when the strigois killed him until she was buried in the ground. Instead of saying that, she forced a smile.

"Tasha and I have agreed we totally need to go hunting Strigois together at some point."

If Tasha noticed the lapse on her face, she didnt react to it. Dimitri, on the other hand, had that curious expression again on his face.

"I'm really happy you two met each other, I knew you would become great friends with my boyfriend, Rose" Tasha smiled, hugging her.

This time, because of lack of practice, it took Rose a little bit more to keep her face straight. She was going to murder Mia. She was sure Mia knew the truth and she just wanted to embarrass Rose as a joke, but she was so dead. Good news was, Dimitri was marking the page of his book right then so he didn't see her face at that. He closed the book and looked up to Tasha again.

"Rose was just asking me to train her while in Court, to improve her skills with me".

Well, fuck.

"Oh my god, this is a great idea! You two have to be the best two Guardians here, it makes total sense that you train together!" Tasha looked even more excited now, and for the first time Rose cursed her openness and happiness at all times. Dimitri looked like he wanted to argue, but Tasha kissed him and turned around to look at Rose again.

"He trains everyday anyway, he could use some company in the meanwhile, specially since I can no longer train with him, now that I'm part of the queen's team of advice"

"You're what? But the Queen is..." Rose was getting more and more shocked the long the conversation went.

"And old, lying, conservationist witch, yeah, I know. I think she's trying to 'keep her enemies closer' or something, but I'm not complaining if I can push some good changes into it" Tasha smiled, shrugging.

"Tasha, you shouldn't say those things outloud..." Dimitri looked around, as if someone was about to stab her with a fork for cursing the Queen. But she laughed, careless "Dimka, dear, she knows what I think of her. She's cruel and a liar, but she's not stupid or deaf or blind". Rose and her laughed, but Belikov seemed to get more distressed with every word. And yet, Rose observed, his face remained almost unchanged, like a marble sculpture. Someone that had payed less attention would have seen it.

"Well, I should leave you two to eat alone, I'll go to my table know that I got what I wanted" Rose smiled while getting up, like she wasn't stuck with more training lessons right when she thought she was finnally free. Damn her and her weird excuses, and damn Mia as well.

Dimitri frowned but nodded, and Tasha told her goodbye as she sat in the same chair, smiling wide and holding Dimitri's hand.

Rose managed to walk normally to her table, and then lost it right in front of Mia.

"Im so sorry, Rose, I didnt know she was dating Tasha until Lucas came, I swear!"

"How old are you? Flirting bet, really?" Lucas seemed to be the only one in the table that found it funny. Eddie seemed to be worried he'd have to stop Rose from attacking Mia, and Lisa was relieved Tasha hadn't realize what was going on.

"Im stuck with training lessons! I dont need training lessons! I'm already the best, and I already have limited free time. Not that I care, because it's Lisa, but come on!" Rose whispered, trying to sound mad and outraged but remain unheard at the same time.

"Can't you tell him you've changed your mind?" Asked Lisa, always diplomatic.

"And say what? That I want more free time? He's one of the bests guardians in the world, some guardians call him Daí, I can't let him have a bad impression of me, Lisa!" Rose murmured, angrier. "He'll think I'm lazy or unconsistent. Now I have to go and be the best student he's seen."

"You think you can be a good student with him? Its no like you were the most rule follower in the academy, exactly" Lucas said, smiling wide at Rose's issue.

"I'm not going to risk every Guardian here hearing I'm bad at my job. The Queen already hates me, she'd have me in the filing room forever if Lisa hadn't been so insisting she wanted me, I can't let her have more against me. I'm going to be the best damn student Belikov's had, and he's going to tell everyone, Queen included, I'm the best Guardian he's seen".

[bjy-on-ao3]

Kinktober Day 20

(As before, you can find a link to the AO3 version of this and the rest of my Kinktober 2020 prompts on the ‘Masterlist’ section of the blog.)

I’ve been wanting to do something involving Dojima for a while now but had never had quite the right oomph or idea for it until these prompts.

Kinktober Day 20: Shower S*x (Ryotaro Dojima | Persona 4)

All around you the air was hot, wet, and heavy for more reasons than one. The stream of water from the showerhead beat a steady rhythm into the cool tiles, the warm water licking at your toes as it swirled away down to the drain.

Each breath you drew was made up of steam and heat. The balmy flow of the water trickled over you, leaving your body slick and comfortably warm, your hair clinging damply to your skin. In harsh contrast, your breasts pressed up against the shower wall felt freezing, nipples almost painfully stiff peaks from the chill temperature, as well as from searing attention being lavished upon you. 

You clutched futilely at the smooth, slick wall, searching for something to hang onto and failing, nails catching nothing and slipping away. Dojima pressed himself flush against you from behind, even hotter than the soothing spray of water. His calloused hands strayed up and down your sides, massaging and groping the soft, wet expanse of skin at his disposal. You tipped your head back, leaning against one of his broad shoulders. A delighted whimper left you as he bent his head to the exposed column of your neck, kissing and nibbling the delicate area. You relaxed into him, the sensation lulling you into a sensual daze. 

Half-limp, knees weak from his touch, the press of his body kept you pinned tightly upright. You felt a sudden twitch against your backside, his cock begging for its own attention. Dojima ignored it aside from a soft, half buck against the swell of your ass, mouthing at your skin a bit rougher. The scratch of his stubble against your neck was a prickly complement to the increasingly fervent touch of his lips and teeth, making you shiver. “Mm, Dojima, that feels nice,” you groaned, the lewd sound of his name on your tongue only encouraging him. 

One roaming hand spread tenderly across your hip before trailing around and down, the pressure of his form easing just enough to wedge his hand between your body and the slippery shower wall. Your breath hitched in anticipation as his fingertips unhurriedly drew along your lips, not quite dipping between them. You could discern his gentle smile against your skin, his kisses and nips pausing for a moment before he slid two fingers between your folds. Pulling away from your neck to watch your face,  he slipped his fingers inside your cunt, crooking them and rubbing slowly. Eyeing the expression of bliss blooming across your face with each pump of his fingers, he inclined his lips to your ear. His gravelly voice was a rough hush, thick with desire. “You’re so wet. Tell me what you want,” he growled, not to hear you beg, but wanting to hear just how much you needed him.

You bit down on your lip before answering, barely stifling a drawn-out moan before you could compose yourself enough to answer him. “I want you, Dojima,” you panted, “I need you inside me, please,” you implored, bucking your hips into his touch.

He withdrew his fingers from inside you, using them instead to spread your lips wide as he guided his erection to your slit. When the head of his cock sank past your opening, he moved his fingers to the front of your pussy, prodding lightly until he found your clit and began to rub ginger circles. He returned to his attack of the oversensitive skin of your neck, letting the rest of his cock sink into you until he was buried to the hilt in the softness of your cunt. Your body hugged him tightly and he groaned into your skin at the sultry, wet sensation engulfing him. 

Your breath turned quickly into heavy puffs, interrupted only by moans as Dojima started to move, tempo leisurely as if he had all the time in the world. Though more truely he wanted savor the hot grip of your cunt. “Aah, Dojima, you feel so good inside me,” you praised breathlessly.

His free hand, settled over the dip of your waist, tensed in answer and a harder cant of his hips broke his slow, steady pace. His kisses became gradually sloppier, the nips morphing into insistent bites.  The sting was a grounding counterpoint to the hum of pleasure building in you. Several deep, guttural moans and growls were muffled into your neck, his control slowly fraying the longer he was wrapped up in your body. The rhythmic smack of skin on skin joined the chorus of bawdy cries, both competing to be heard over the loud patter of beads of water.

You found yourself torn, unable to decide whether the friction of the calloused caress of his fingers on your clit or the heavy stroke of his thick cock inside you felt better, alternating between bucking your hips into his touch and grinding your body back into his thrusts. A tingling wave of pleasure was rising in your core, spider-webbing outward as you felt your body tense more and more with each motion. Each stroke seemed to have a similar effect on Dojima, his breath coming in hot, labored puffs against your neck each time he sank back into you.

‘Fuck, Dojima, I’m gonna cum, I’m so close,” You cried out, the tension becoming near overwhelming.

He fucked into you more wildly at your words, the fingers on your clit matching the fever pitch of his hips, chasing both his need to cum and your own. “Me, too. Let go, I wanna feel you cum,” he ground out between heavy pants and kisses. 

The hand on your waist darted up, snaring itself in your hair and angling your head off his shoulder. Straightening up, Dojima sealed his lips over your, his tongue demanding entrance. Ignoring the rasp of his facial hair, you let him in, instantly rewarded when his tongue swept up your own, dancing in time with the pace of his thrusts.

All the sensations came together at once, sending you tumbling over the edge and shattering the taut coil in your core. You tried to restrain your voice as you came, wanting simply to let out  the near scream of pleasure threatening to burst from your throat. Dojima greedily swallowed the loud moans of his name and a lewd string of swears, muffling their volume more. The stroke of his fingers kept going once your shrieks of bliss started to die away, driving his hips into yours, the pulse of your cunt beckoning him as deep as he could go.

He devoured the last final, fading moans and a small whimper of overstimulation as his touch started to be too much before pulling his touch away from your clit, grasping a breast in his newly freed hand and kneading roughly. Aftershocks of pleasure jolted through you with each increasingly hard slap of his hips, your kisses even messier as Dojima reached his peak.

It was your turn to temper his loud, husky groans as he went rigid against you and spent himself inside your greedy cunt, a shudder of pleasure rippling through him. At last when your pussy had milked him dry, you broke away from the steamy kiss. Your head dropped forward to press against the shower wall, the tile cool against your hot skin. As Dojima pulled out tiredly, you weren’t sure if it was the drip of the water from the showerhead or his cum seeping down your thighs. 

Lightly massaging your chest, Dojima let his hand fall away from your hair, wrapping it around your stomach and leaning his head alongside yours. “Guess we should both get cleaned up before I need to leave for work,” he murmured beside you when his breathing steadied.

“And probably before anyone else notices you’ve got me in here,” you added, face flushing as you recalled what a ruckus you had been making moments before, reminded that several others lived with your lover. The idea of having been heard was mortifying.

The flustered looked on his face as his grey eyes met your own in a sidelong glance was difficult to miss. It appeared you hadn’t been the only one who had gotten a little too caught up in the moment.