#fuck me right up ahhh. agh

[sollucets]

ok i lied i DID watch myride 5 but i dont have time to make anything about it right now

[svtcrus]

unlawful duties || neuvillette x fem!reader

a/n : Im going against myself and ended up writing this big crazy ass smut of neuvillette. I WANT HIM SO BADDDD

disclaimer : dom!neuvillette , extremely sexual descriptions, implications of bondage nd choking , office s3x , slight aftercare

"im sorry but the chief of justice is busy right now madam!"

"really.. monsieur neuvillette? agh are you sure?" the beautiful blonde lady who is well known as the president of the spina di rosula was pestering poor sedene. arguing with the unfortunate melusine whose trying to prevent her from entering. navia completely doubtful at how the chief of justice was busy. when all he does is "stay cooped up in his office, if he's not in his playhouse" she quotes.

and while the madamoiselle is not wrong in some aspects, this very chief was busy with a different case.

"be quiet darling, seems like miss navia is right outside." here you were bent over the desk that is scattered with piles of paperwork, the feeling of a slender gloved hand trailing along your bare back. lips bitten harshly to the point of them bleeding, holding back any noise.

however your efforts are in vain upon the force of another hand gripping onto your neck pulling you up. the feeling of neuvillette's hot breath lingering near your ear, your forced to listen to the inappropriate words of the monsieur himself.

"you wouldn't want her to hear how dirty your moans are now would she?" he licks your neck before his lips find your sweet spot, suckling on your skin making you whimper through red stained lips.

this man who withholds so much power of the nation of justice has you wrapped around his own finger. has you bent over his very desk moaning his name loud beneath him, and it's making him go insane.

he breaks his composure at the very sight of you, feeling his breath hitch as his eyes linger between those crystal eyes and your soft lips.

those same lips which he kisses feverishly as he pounds himself into you, concealing your loud cries which beg him for more.

neuvillette's stamina is unpredictable just as he is mysterious. he could go on for hours of him shoving himself into you sweet cunt that's swallowing him ever so well. your walls which squeeze him so tight as he's pushing you further onto his desk, the court papers now long gone amidst the floor. he simply cannot get enough of you.

the chief's clothes are loosened, his white scarf is now used as restraints for your dainty hands. his own two? they are feeling every crevice of your body up from behind. his hand kneads against the plump of your ass, boldly pushing it to see your wetness engulfing him. your slick intermingling with his as he enters and exits your swollen hole. he could see all his love marks tracing from your neck and along your shoulder line, the sight makes him swell.

neuvillette lets out a breathy hiss as he feels your velvet walls tighten around him once more.

"s-so dirty for me darling. not caring if we..- ahhh, get caught.." low growls are leaving his mouth, the sound of skin touching skin echoing amongst the office. the attempts of being quiet long gone. you're moaning, whining, begging, his honor for more.

"please monsieur..."

"please what my love? I need you to use your words sweetheart." two of his long fingers are shoved in between the plump of your lips, you can taste yourself. all while he pounds one more time with his obscene force, before halting. awaiting for you to beg for his cock for his own pleasure.

"harder-mmf! please.. fuck me!" immediately he's back in his feverish rhythm, snapping into you like it's his last time fucking you.

"profanity is forbidden here sweetheart." he manages to say through clenched teeth, both of his hands now gripping onto your hips harshly.

hah, proper etiquette? the fact that you and the chief of justice are performing such debauchery in his place of work? the mannerful thought was long gone in neuvillettes head the moment you had pushed his buttons. now he's enjoying every second of ramming into you in his open office, where someone could very much catch you two committing an unlawful act at any time.

neuvillettes's ego rises at the sight of your naked back is covered in his slick, his godly handsome face is blushed from his efforts. long silver locks disheveled, his bangs damp from sweat. your cunt is dripping cum onto his hardwood floors, oh how will he explain such a mess to sedene?

"ah.. is sex also forbid-" you gasp at the sudden action of him pushing one leg up onto his table, solely so he can push even more deeper into you.

he's hitting all the right spots inside, nudging against the part you need him most and it's driving you crazy. his length proves it all, and god is he so big. you can feel him pulse within you as you both find release. your lover grunts while his wet fingers begin to fondle your clit. motioning them in the way he knows to make you quiver. all while he's leaning down to kiss you, as his seed makes you feel so full.

you could feel the bruises beginning to form on your lower back, his length now long gone. your legs still shaking upon orgasm.

"I hate you..." you manage to say between heavy breaths, your hands are finally freed from his scarf.

your nakedness is replaced with warmth, his coat being draped over you as situate yourself. your lover is already back in his dress pants, and a buttoned up shirt. you glare at him once reality has struck your head. yet he only smiles at you as he begins to clean you up from his mess.

"are you pressing charges on me now after you begged for my cock so well?" neuvillette whispers, those purple orbs are looking down at you. displaying how much lust he still has in him.

blushing at his sudden remark, he lets out a low chuckle.

"you love me sweetheart, lying is a crime you know?"

@svtcrus || 08.16.2023

©️ all rights reserved. do not copy / plagiarize my work.

[joyfuladorable]

Fuck it, here's all my favorite Mikey-centric fanfics!!

There's A LOT + personal blurbs, so they're going under the cut (Mostly AO3, but there are some FFN links, too. Also, besides like the first two, there's no favoritism in the order)

2k3:

Pretend That I Never Left by redstringraven(sirimiri) - Complete/Plans for an Epilogue & Sequel!!

Fic that changed my BRAIN?! If my fanart [1 | 2 | 3] for it is any indicator, lol. I'll say for the umpteenth time that if you're looking for an Excellent Mikey fic with Perfect Characterization, this is IT (and you don't need to know ANYTHING about HZD trust me TRUST ME this fic deserves WAY more love) His swift ride-or-die friendship with Aloy will melt your damn heart!

Dragon of the Sun by ForestWhisper3 - Ongoing

My Other TOP favorite Mikey fic!! Again, fanart [1 | 2 | 3] indicator! Slow Burn(ish) Canon Divergence of Mikey unlocking his Mystic Powers as his family looks on in dismay as they struggle to protect him. The Good Shit!!!

Of Darkness And Light by Bayluff - Complete

OOOOOOO THIS ONE! Very good (also drew fanart for it)! Evil creature literally trying to consume Mikey's lifeforce from within as his family scrambles to help

A Chat With The Titan by secreterces5 - Complete

Mikey has a fun one-on-one talk with the supposedly reformed Bishop in Fast Forward. Mikey vaguely threatening Bishop, HEEHEE

A Simple Act Of Kindness by UlisaBarbic - Complete

That feel when you put your worth in what you can DO and the wish to be Acknowledged and the ONE thing you thought you did right was taken away OOGH AGH OOOOGH

Difficulty Breathing by RealityBreakGirl - Complete

Mikey did not come out of Grudge Match unscathed *smile* Truly one of my favorite 03 Mikey prompts to read about (honestly just check the entirety of the Grudge Match tag on AO3 for a fun time)

"A delivery boy! Uh, or turtle." by LollyHolly99 - Complete

Fic that has the distinction of being the first one I ever did fanart for! Gender Feels for Mikey cuz they're just like me FR!!

What Darkness Most Fears by UlisaBarbic - Complete

OOOGH AGH I LOVE THIS ONE!! Mikey has to save his bros from the clutches of an evil spirit while surviving horrifying monsters and battling a wicked fever!

Michelangelo by ForestWhisper3 - Complete

Mikey through the eyes of his family and how much they respect him and know him UwU

Mikey's Jigsaw by SailorSaysAhoy - Complete

Another awesome gender Mikey fic HOOHAA

Train-Wreck of Thought by halogalopaghost - Complete

When you're so talented you learn how to astral project but you start using it for pranks instead of understanding the drawbacks of said power and that bites you majorly in the ass big time (very good my stomach turned while reading this /pos)

A Brother's Bond by SuperKat - Complete

Mikey gets Real Sick and the fam can't help but remember last time one of them got so ill. OH MAN heartstrings WILL be pulled in this one!!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by moogsthewriter - Complete

Why can't Mikey ever catch a break during Christmas! A short fic that I enjoy Immensely for Mikey being stubbornly heroic and his family desperately trying to play catch up to help him

Questioning Choices by Mystic Medjai - Complete

Fun day at the beach goes catastrophically bad and the fam has to make difficult decisions to keep Mikey alive. THIS THIS THIS!! If I could pour this into my veins for the perfectly paced plot and characterization...

When It Counts by Kallasilya - Complete

Short fic of Mikey stubbornly and bitterly proving his brothers wrong (+ Don being a good brother)

Favourite Disease by devirnis - Complete

Mikey is forced to save his brothers as his body gradually falls apart from the inside. SO GOOD UGH Mikey being forced to deal with situations on his own always show how far he can Shine!

Nowhere Boy by taizi - Complete

OOOH I dunno how I can summarize this without giving the plot away but just know Mikey pulls through by thinking of his family

To Fit the Crime by T33la - Complete

AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!! Mikey is accused of Murder and receives his sentence before his brothers can even jump to his defense! Oh the twists and turns of this murder mystery!!

you want to know why i sit and sigh (the night is so young it hurts) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Angel and Mikey bonding over comics and unsupportive brothers So Cute)

imma be real with you (cause i started being real with me) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Leo and Usagi being supportive of Mikey as he struggles to train for the upcoming Battle Nexus fight (and also maybe they flirt with each other a teensy bit)

just a hop, skip, and a jump away by baba_buoy - Complete

Mikey sick fic. Heart melting amounts of comfort UwU

Weak Link by yellowhollyhock - Complete

Sweet fic of Mikey feeling insecure about his place on the team, and Leo going through great lengths to prove him wrong like a good older brother :')

'Cause you are the sun, he is your moon/And though he can't speak, he will thank you soon by naivesilver - Complete

Post-Grudge Match Mikey waking up in the middle of the night bitter and sore and gods damn why's Raph awake, too?

Hunted by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

Mikey wandering the woods alone in the middle of the night and having a VERY unfortunate encounter with hunters

Flipbook by T33la - Complete

Heartfelt moment between Mikey and Don concerning SAINW that makes me want to smash a cinder block against my head /pos

Dramaturgy by Completely_Unaware - Ongoing

Mind the tags! Mikey deals with a Battle Nexus loss in an unhealthy way (UmU)

The Red Means I Love You (Work) by AnonymousCritter - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS! AU of Fast Forward. Mikey isn't saved from the traffickers in time and things spiral from there

The So-Called "Champion of the Battle Nexus" by 0ozero0 - Ongoing

Grudge Match canon divergence where Mikey gets hurt a little more seriously than in canon (but still wins)

2012:

Devil took your hand by moogsthewriter & taizi - Complete

Mikey mind controlled by the Shredder moment!! *laughs through my pain and tears and screaming*

walk with open hands by taizi - Complete

Mikey gets his hands on one of Renet's watches and things go topsy turvy from there (and it HURTS ME)

(un)reality by SpectrumWriting - Complete

Mind the Tags! Dimension X AU where Mikey is captured by the Kraang and is put through the wringer in more ways than one (OWIE)

evermore (Dimension X AU) series by coffeejellyenthusiast - Complete?

Mind the Tags! Mikey was in Dimension X for over a year and he's NOT OKAY

Gravitational Collapse series by Writing_In_Denial - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!! An Incredible it gets worse before it gets better series of Mikey being unintentionally abandoned by his brothers post-series and dealing with some Major Isolation and OOOGH IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT I WILL KEEP READING FOR THE EVENTUAL COMFORT

traveling so far to get there by taizi - Complete

Mikey and Raph getting stuck in an empty, post-apocalyptic world and struggling to survive (their BOND IN THIS IS SO SWEET WEH)

Rise:

nice, nice by postergirlsprank - Complete

Short fic of Casey Sr and Mikey bonding after an unfortunate encounter while on a snack run (Hey if you want more context for how this author writes Casey, go read his fic Imperfect Animals too heehoo)

either way, we're not alone by sinaesthesis - Complete

Mikey throughout the years of the Kraang Apocalypse (Lots of Loss and Hurt and Badassery)

going under by redhairedmuses - Complete

Mikey almost drowns during a fight with a mutant

Hyperactive Hypothermia by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

After Mikey's winter wear accidentally goes in flames and a villain-enduced avalanche, Donnie struggles to keep his baby brother warm

that’s where the blood’s supposed to be! by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales - Complete

With Raph and Leo constantly bickering, Mikey ignores a very serious injury after a fight with Meat Sweats

Clever Little Dino! by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

Mikey trying to keep a robot pet a secret and suffering the consequences

Vs The World by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

The aftermath of the Kraang strains the family's bonds, and Mikey feels hopelessly alone (and definitely isn't dealing with his trauma properly)

Empathy Amplified by Filsamek - Complete

When you accidentally use your powers to connect with your brothers' emotions then purposefully use them to ease their pain

Sunshine in the Rain by Carnati0n_bl00m - Complete

Probably the first fic I read after watching the Rise movie cuz I wanted to find something Mikey-centric involving Bishop and BOY does it deliver with the additional bonus of Leatherhead!! (also hey look fanart)

A Mystic Connection by rytheoneandonly - Complete

Mikey's mystic powers manifesting and evolving in ways he could never predict (aka Long Fic of Mikey stumbling to figure out why he wakes up exhausted and hurt every night)

The whole world in your corner series by GibbousLunation - Complete

Two fics of Mikey being Mikey and his bros being protective

Better Check Twice by Marz_Zero - Ongoing

Bishop captures a turtle with a bear trap (OW) and is an absolute bastard about it

Come Home Soon by Sherlock_Brolmes - Ongoing

With his brothers unavailable, Mikey (with the help of a former enemy) uncovers a massive conspiracy involving New York and the Hidden City. I LOVE THIS I LOVE SOLO DUO TEAM-UPS!!!! *PUNCHES THE AIR 13 TIMES*

Mikey's Artistic Guide to Dealing with Trauma and Fame by Origami_Nami - Ongoing

Mikey using graffiti as an outlet and accidentally becoming famous

Rook by unorthodoxx - Ongoing

Another Bishop fic of him outwitting the turtles to abduct one of them (Mikey)

Multi/Other:

Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance - Ongoing

Rise Mikey accidentally portals himself to the 2012 Universe and struggles to survive and avoid this other version of his family (with mixed success). The progression of familial bonds in this is just *Chef's Kiss*

The Gauntlet by T33la - Complete

A mix of IDW & 03, a wonderful showcase of how Donnie and Mikey support each other (also, a cool invention and a big rocket and a terrifying near-death experience are involved)

I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again) by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!!! Set in its own original iteration, Mikey has been immortal for as long as he can remember, and he's used to his occasional deaths (and revivals). But then his brothers find out... (AGH AGH THIS ALSO HURTS MEEEEE BUT OOGH the comfort and hope of the later chapters is so Worth It)

Whumptober 2023 series by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing?

Collection of Mikey-centric one-shots from different iterations and feeling the HURT (Personal favorites are If Only the World Could Stop Spinning..., Just a Flesh Wound, and Not the Best of Days)

To Know Peace (You Gotta Let Go) by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing (technically)

The Last Ronin Spoilers!! Mikey survives and whisks the new turtle tots away to live on a farm instead of being raised as soldiers. (AUUUUUU THE FEELS!! THE TOTS! MIKEYYYY!!!)

How to accidentally kidnap yourself several times over by Camildeni - Ongoing

Rise Mikey gets captured and accidentally summons other iterations (03, 12, and Bay) of himself trying to get out! They do NOT have a good time!! (but at least they have each other)

the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo - Ongoing

More TLR Mikey being a Dad (and dealing with his trauma sorta kinda)

The neighboring cell by SaltyYagi - Ongoing

2012 Mikey and Rise Leo trying to escape Dimension X together (and bonding)

Bonus Non-Mikey-centric:

Weathered Strings, Tethered Wings by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing

(2003) SAINW AU!!! With the possibility of Don being alive dangled in front of them, the remaining turtles begrudgingly reunite to save him. Drew a cover for this with more art to come! LOVING the slow burn of reconciliation between these bitter old turtles UwU (Bitter Old Mikey my poor Bestie)

Mutant Nightmare by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) The immediate aftermath of Worlds Collide

Hanging By A Turtle by CamsthiSky - Complete

(Rise) Literally the turtles struggling to get out of a deep pit they're hanging over

Shell Game by T33la - Complete

(2003) OKAY OKAY SO!!! OOGH Don encounters something Impossible while prepping a tracking device (for himself) and it snowballs into another Renet-involved time adventure (AND UMMM lots of existential contemplation and a surprise historical guest who's Very Cool)

Turtle Power by halogalopaghost - Complete

(2003) Immediate aftermath of the star ship reactor explosion in Exodus

Disposable by orphan_account (kudos to you wherever you are, author) - Complete

(2003) Bishop captures Don and Mikey and gives them a terrible choice

Dissection by AmevelloBlue - Complete

(2003) So much Comfort after the trauma of Worlds Collide (ie Don's interrogation and Mikey almost getting sliced open)

Find the Road by SillySocks - Complete

(2003) Perfect encapsulation of the family as they cope with Leo's absence while he trains with the Ancient One

Handle with Care by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) April is seriously injured during a mission and has to deal with the turtles distancing themselves from her as she recovers

mind-body problem by hiraethseok - Complete

(2003) April and the Turtles Being Siblings the Fic

Healing in Tandem by Eggstasy - Complete

(2003) Canon divergence of Worlds Collide where Splinter is just a little too late to intervene before Bishop starts sawing into Mikey's shell

Let's Take Ibuprofen Together by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) The turtles swap body and have learn to cope with each other's chronic pain

Not the Face I Know by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) Mikey accidentally makes a wish that changes his family's lives forever (THEY'RE HUMAN THEY BECOME HUMAN AND THE PLOT IS COOL AND ALSO QUEER THEMES MY BELOVED)

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 by AmevelloBlue - Ongoing

(2003) AU of Fast Forward where the Dark Turtles are babies instead and are very swiftly adopted by the Fam

The Labyrinth by HALFnHALF1 - Ongoing

(Mix of IDW/03) The Turtles wake up separated in a labyrinth with only a mysterious voice in their heads to guide them (and manipulate them)

“You didn’t tell me your extended family was in town!” by BoStaffsAreCool - Ongoing

Post-Turtles Forever. The 03 fam is Just beginning to wind down after the events of the movie and look who's knocking at April's door (the 87 turtles)

[aylabyu]

"ah, ahhh! ahnn! ugh, ugh-ah! ♡"

"baby, one more, hm?"

"n, no moooreee~♡♡"

"no, more? alright baby."

he gasped and twitched at your tight grip on his cock, more so with the rod in his dickhole.

"m-mommy, it hurts," he cried, grabbing weakly on your hand. intentionally or not, his trembling aided with his hand slightly moving your hold which caused tremors to his body.

"will you tap two times then?"

he bit his lips and stayed silent. he looked so pretty right now, you think to yourself. eyes filled with unshed tears, messy locks all over his face, and blazing skin that greatly contrasts his vision.

"baby, I need an answer. or do you want to be a brat like your brother over there?"

you turned your head to the red-haired man, who is now too tired to even say anything, but his cock says otherwise.

"hmm, darling, you look raring to go. come over here."

he looked up questioningly at your words, thinking if it was some sort of mirage that he was allowed to go to his mommy.

"must I repeat myself? if you do not come here the next time I breathe, I swear to all the archons I will fuck you in the plaza where everyone can see your creaming and loose ass."

he shivered at the idea, both with fear and excitement, but it must be done some other time. for now, pleasing you is of much greater importance. especially with how he can finally rub his arrogance in front of his brother.

he easily undid his restraints. proving how he could have made his way to you all this time, but he chose not to do that to obey your wishes. he walked rapidly, shaking every step with the metal rod basically living in his hole.

"ah, good boy. baby, lie down. darling, get on the bed," you ordered them, and in the next second, the two of them are in your desired positions.

"if only you were this fast in responding, you could have had more fun with mommy. alas, you were fucked crazy by yours truly. well anyway, it was time for my darling to have his sweet reward after being so good. so cute with his whimpers and whines and his dick spurting white cream every five seconds," you frowned at your baby, who was remorseful and searching your warmth, and then removed the rod from his hole.

you stood up and pushed your darling on top of the other man. you straddled the shaking red-haired man and slowly sat on his dick.

"m-mommy, the, the rod. it's still in-inside! ah, ah! ahh!!"

you paid no heed to his words, only bouncing on his leaking dick as a reply. you glanced at the man below you two and saw him gasping heavily with the barrage of stimulation on his cock that is being dragged with your current fucking companion's back.

"baby, no cumming. if you did come, you'll come until you came from your asshole. darling, tell me straight away if you feel his orgasm, okay?"

"uh-huh, m-mhm! I will! I will, mommy! mommy! ah-ahnn, ah, ugh, ahhh! ♡"

he nodded like his life depended on it and continued breathing for air as if the man below him doesn't need it more as there are two active bodies moving on top of him.

"remember, two taps. both of you," you see them nod and you accelerated your movements. you gyrate, hastened, and tightened up to feel hot cum stir inside your already-painted walls.

"ah! ah! m, mommy! the-the rod! I-I, ahnn! ugh, ugh!" your pretty, sobbing darling moaned out. you wanted to see if it would be possible for him to come with a rod stuck inside his hole, but you guess it'll be for some other time as it is his reward right now.

you slowly let his meat slip out from your weeping pussy, so sticky with your juices and your two fanatics' cream. you gripped the round end of the metal rod, moved it up and down to garner more pleasing reactions from your darling, and slip out the thin pole and shoved your cave once again to his now-free dick.

"ah!!! ah, ah! ah, ugh, agh!" his whimpers increased in volume, and for some reason, the man behind him too.

you have no interest in anything else other than making the men come, the one as his reward, and the other one cumming to make a punishment viable. after all, don't they just love their mommy's punishments? ♡

one, two, three thrusts later, you feel like a showerhead erupted inside you, inciting your own creaming and tightening up around the cock inside you, prolonging both of your orgasms. you laid down on his body with his instrument still inside you, still rock-hard, and peered down at the blue-haired man.

his mouth was wide open, drool leaking from both or almost all sides, and looked flushed.

"now, now. darling, did you remember my one and only instruction to you?"

"y-yes, mommy. to tell you right away if he cummed."

"did he? if not, it would be quite impossible, no? he came within one thrust in his asshole with my fingers a while ago and you're telling me he didn't come all this time we were fucking?" you knitted your eyebrows when your darling broke eye contact with you. you went to your baby's eyes instead.

"hm? anything to say? or must I punish you both again?" you snapped your fingers twice, indicating you are near outrage. both men hesitated at the sounds, as they know that once you are truly furious, there would be no breaks nor any sort of mercy to their bodies, dick, and holes.

"m, mommy. I-"

"oh, forget it. stand up," you stood up from the now rock-hard dick, and were greeted with a surprise.

"well, there we have it. that's why the both of you didn't say anything. gosh, you two will be on a fantastic ride today!" you smiled at them, looking amused, but all of you know you are anything but near that word.

when you stood up, your darling didn't go up after you. how can he? his asshole was stuck on his brother's dick. white, watery cum was trailing downwards their thighs and onto the sheets, showcasing that the two have been joined for quite a long time already.

"it, it wasn't my fault! his cock suddenly slipped in and I can't tell it to you, mommy, since you were groaning so charmingly. I didn't want to interrupt you so-"

you plunged two fingers into your darling's mouth to shut him up. you grazed your other hand onto his pointed nipples, making him tighten on the dick he's attached with.

you heard both of them sob, and you say, "looking at it now, I haven't touched both my baby and darling's nipples ever since we started. hey, it's morning now. both of you have work today, right?"

the two of them looked at you blankly, thinking about what would you have them do when you mentioned work. in broad daylight. outside, with people surrounding them every breathing moment.

you removed your wet fingers and shoved them into your baby's mouth this time. you played with your darling's nipples while finger-fucking your baby's mouth.

"stand up, oh wait. make each other come first while I grab some things. there'll be some snapping and clamping this day."

[starobsidianruby]

KANE

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•he will demolish you if he could

•he can be gentle sense it's his first time

•if you beg for it he will go a faster pace

•when he makes love to you is like fireworks like the 4th of July

•he's a ass and thighs person but he will touch you titties he likes how soft it is

•if he's willing he will take off the mask to kiss your lips

•when he get used to sex and know how you like it the he will go all out

•"ahh~ that's it~ suck daddy's cock"

•"Fuck you feel so good to me baby~"

•"Ahhh~ yes..~ ride that dick yes~

(if he was submitted now if he was dominant)

•"ohh~ yes baby suck daddy's cock oh yeah~" he growl's

•him with the mask on and fucking you like a bitch in heat

•maybe he will allow you to touch his chest when your riding him

(more Dom Kane)

•*grown and low moaning*

•"ah~ damnit com'ere and take daddy's cock"

•"Don't you run away from me!"

•he will make you take his cock over and over again for hours

•you can sit on his face let him taste you he will make you beg to be fucked even in his locker room (sorry idk what it's called)

•his aftercare is gentle and sweet he will check for bruises and scratches,and cuddle you with those muscles arms of warm and protection

•Kane Love's you but when he's horny he will get what he wants

The UNDERTAKER

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•he's the type of person to take his time with you because he loves you and wants you to feel loved

•When he's aggressive he would grab you and take you to your room

•loves the cuddling but don't say that he does

•when you and him are in the mood he would definitely pick you up bridal style and speed walk towards the bedroom

*when you were in the shower The undertaker came in as you did know as you were washing your arms, you heard him hum as you jumped a little and turned around to look up at him but you looked at his body as your face turned red, the undertaker seems unbothered by you look at him

•he wants you to look at him while he's naked he loves the look on your face

•he picks you up out of the shower and goes to the bedroom as there was a towel on the bed for you to lay on so don't even ask to get dry he won't do it

•he loves the anvil position and Doggystyle he just needs to pound into you

•he would say things like "don't be afraid little one..I'll be gentle" "I'm not done yet get back here!" "Agh~ say my name sweetheart~ *as he pants*" "Oh little one~ you're doing so good for daddy" "cum for me princess~ ah~"

•he doesn't moan often so be lucky that he does to you

•if you are top then he will be kinda submissive I mean he goes moaning like crazy when you hit the right spot on his cock

•he would be drooling and a mess he would say things like "o-oh fuck little o-one~" "F-fuck me...fuck me ahh~" "more I need more please" *he moans louder* "little one please let me cum~" *his body starts to shake as he gets more heated*

•if you tease him too much he will take advantage of you and wrap his arms around you waist and back and pound you until you beg for more

•after everything he's cuddly and he will rub your stomach and kiss your face as he is worried that he pound you to hard

*I am very sorry that I took too long and I mean too long I forgot about this so I came back to update it again I'm so sorry*

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[moochalove]

camgirl yae miko and ei(separate) where they're usually alone fucking themselves but one day they decided to have reader to fuck them instead

So, it's a date?

Thank you for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it. I assumed the reader was fem? Please correct me if you wanted gn or male reader!!! I wasn't really feeling the smut so I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted I also don't really how to write camgirl so I hope this will suffice.... Please Enjoy.

This takes place like in a more modern time. LIKE MODERN TECHNOLOGY EXISTS BUT ITS STILL TEYVAT CURRENT TIME! hope this makes sense :(...

word count: 3,046

WARNING: SMUT!! MINORS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

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You sat down on a nice padded chair, pulling your book, notebook, and pen out you placed them down. You skimmed through the book, another romance book about teen lovers with unexplainable powers. Maybe Miko would like this one? Hmmm… You only knew her for a few weeks, sure you've had multiple book discussions before but you could never really tell if she was enjoying these little sessions as much as you did. While skimming through the pages you're startled by a hot breath swirling itself around the shell of your ear, gasping sharply you turn and see the culprit herself, Miko. "M-Miko?! A warning would've been nice?! You nearly scared me to death…" she placed two drinks down on the table, "What's that? I can't play a harmless prank on my dearest Y/n?" Deeply blushing at her remark, you grasp the shell of your ear. "I-its fine… I guess…" you mumble turning the other way and smiling softly. "Ah, there's my shy book partner, hehe." Clearing your throat, you take a sip of the drink she brought you both, "Mmm this flavor is new. What kind is it?" "It's an aromatic blend, preserved Sakura petals, boiled and brewed especially for you." you took another sip, tilting your head, "For me?" she smiled slyly, "Yes, I commissioned them to make this special brew for us today!" blushing you stare into the cup, a reflection of you flustered self makes itself known. Ahhh how you wished to confess your true feelings towards the sly kitsune, her soft, slender fingers combing through your hair, looking up you see her sneaky smile… ahhh a dream that would be "Y/n? Are you even listening to me right now?" Eyes widening you look up from your cup sweating bullets you gulp before asking what she had said. With a playful sigh, she combs through her thick silky her she looks at you endearingly, "I was asking if you wanted to go on a date in a few days. Of course, if you don't want to then-" "YES." you shout shooting up from your seat towering over her. Slumping back down as quickly as you did up, "Ehem… I mean, yes, Miko. I would love that." She giggles at how quickly your demeanor can change when you get excited. "Good. We'll settle the date after our meeting." "Oh yes- the books!" you pick up the book you were currently reading and hand it to her. "Let's see what we have here…'

It seemed like her gaze lasted on you more than it did on the panels of the book.

"And that's why I think the mc should end up with their childhood best friend!" You close the book with a loud 'THUD' "That's a nice point but don't you think this newly introduced bad boy would make much more sense? He can help the mc unlock her true potential with her powers. Plus I think they would make a lovely couple!" Miko retorted, "Agh, you're missing the point here…" Hanging your head in disapproval she giggled as she took one final sip from her drink. "Whatever you say Dear… Ah before we wrap this up how about we settle on a date and time?" smirking playfully she watched as you fiddled with your hair. "Well when are you free?" you asked avoiding eye contact, "I'm free this Saturday. How does that sound?" sitting there you wonder if you have anything planned. "Hm, Yes- I should be free. What time works best for you?" "5:30 sharp." you make a mental note of the time, "Where should we meet?" "The Grand Narukami Shrine. All the other shrine maidens should be off duty by then, so we'll have the whole place to ourselves. Does that sound good?" "Yes of course.” you replied full of glee. She picked up her empty drink and bowed, "I hope to see you then. Farewell, Y/n."

Today was the day! Your first official date with THE Yae Miko. Sure, you knew nothing about her but this would be the perfect opportunity! Slipping on your cute frilly dress you were sure Miko would like, a pair of Mary Jane heels specially imported from Mondstadt, you slipped your purse over your shoulder. Making your way over you begin to compile a list of things to talk about, her hobbies, favorite foods, favorite color if she's ever been on a date with anyone else? No, scratch that one. Oh well, you had a whole hour to think of funny jokes, interesting topics, etc.

You finally made it up the mountain, gosh you were hoping she had a few snacks prepared because you were starving… Oh? Looking around you notice she wasn't there to greet you, well it's not like she ever said she was… You walk around the shrine buildings and she's nowhere to be seen. Maybe she's inside? You open one of the doors and you hear faint moaning… Miko? Oh no. What if she's in trouble? You rush in quietly turning the corner and…

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Oh my god. Yae was hunched over her tongue lolling out as she rode her above-average-sized dildo. She covered her mouth with her free hand while the other fondled her breast. All you could do was stand there in shock and watch. Was the head of The Grand Narukami shrine really doing this? ON THE SHRINE GROUNDS? WHAT IF SOMEBODY FOUND OUT? Wait, that's the least of your worries right now… You glance at her again, she's wearing a harness that squeezes her perfectly shaped breasts, a drop shoulder sweater that leaves her chest exposed, and pretty pink garter belts that hold up her sheer stockings that were a size too small for her voluptuous tighs. Oh, how you dreamed of them around your head… Miko's small laptop went off with a 'ding' noise, she let out a small 'Thank You' as she began to ride the toy faster, wet noises and whimpers echoed against the walls. After a few more thrusts she slammed her hips down with a loud whimper as she came undone on the toy. Getting up and off of it she looked into her camera and read a few things along with a handful of usernames. "Ah Thank you for all the generous donations~! I'll be taking a quick break for now, please leave some suggestions on what you want me to do next. Like should I try the new Mitachurl toy I just received in the mail? I'll be back!" with a quick press of a button she muted herself and her screen changed to a pretty pink and a 'Stream starting soon~!'

Yae got walked over to you smiling slyly, "So my dearest? How did you like the show? Surely that was enough to get you worked up and ready." Taking a small step back you struggle to speak, "Miko I- I thought this was gonna be a date? T-this is…" you turn away with a deep blush. "This is- Gonna be one date to remember wouldn't you say, Y/n? Please, I saw the way you eyed me down like a lustful hound. C'monn it won't be that bad~" she pinned you against the wall and nipped at your neck, "You know you want this, Y/n. You can't hide your true intentions from me silly~" You could feel her electrifying gaze on you. Letting out a deep sigh you agree. "Fine, only because it's you." Yae smiles happily clasping her hand together before she began to hastily undress you. "Let's get this pretty dress off and oh my! Where did you get these shoes? They are sooo cute! Y/n, dearest, you're gonna have to take me shopping sometime!" you let out a quick 'haha of course' before she pulled your cute lace panties down. "Oh my~ someone is excited~" she stared at your cute little pussy before taking your last piece of clothing off.

"Okay, so here is how this is gonna go, we're gonna have a bit of fun edging each other until we hear a 'ding' when we hear that 'ding' that means we can make each other cum, then rinse and repeat with different toys. Got it, Love?" you nod before a question comes to mind, "Wait- will everyone know it's me, or like am I gonna get publicly shamed?" Yae is glad you're so smart, "No, this stream is strictly for those who make great donations to the shrine. So you won't have to worry about any of your friends or family seeing this. Now, let's start~"

The stream starts back up and you lean into Miko shyly hiding your bare body. "Ah, I'm back everyone, and with a guest! Please welcome our lovely guest today, "Ai." Okay, that clearly isn't your name, it's just some random name Miko made up to protect your identity (even though you'll be seen naked on camera…) "H-hello everybody!" you wave shyly at the camera a little camera shy. "Let's see… How much have we ma- Er, I mean… Which toy got the most votes, let's see!" Yae scrolled around and pulled up a poll, "Mitachurl" was the number one. "Oh~ It seems Mitachurl is the winner of this round!" she opened the box next to her and pulled out this massive toy. Was she really gonna fuck you with this? Surely not, right? THIS COULD LITERALLY SPLIT YOU IN HALF… Taking out a bottle of lube she poured some on it before she turned towards you smirking, "Okay Ai, just go ahead and lay back… Let mommy take care of everything~" Gulping loudly you lay back whispering some prayers.

Circling the tip around your clit she pressed a few kisses to your neck whispering, "If it ever becomes too much you have to tell me, okay?" you nod agreeing to do so. Pouring some lube onto your genitals she rubs a few more circles into your pussy, slowly inserting it into your aching hole. "Mmmffmm~" you cover your mouth biting onto your middle finger as your legs lifted up slightly. "Oh, my~ Don't shy away from me now" Placing wet kisses into your neck she pushes the dildo in your wet hole "MmmMMMmmm s-so big-" you feel a burning sensation throughout your lower region, nipples perking up as Miko suckles on them. "Okay Ai, I'm gonna put it in fully." nodding you brace yourself for the burning and splitting sensation, "okay, I'm ready." With a quick thrust, she slams it into you, thrusting it in and out slowly and harshly. "M-Miko! Its hurts- oh fuck~" Miko shuts you up with a deep passionate kiss, using her free hand to rub circles into your clit. Everything felt overwhelming, the pain began to fade away and pleasure made itself known. LIKE REALLY KNOWN. The thick and long dick was rubbing against your sweet velvety walls and all you could do was squirm and let out sweet little whimpers, practically begging Yae to fuck you faster and harder. Yae hummed softly as she looked over to her newest comments, still thrusting the toy in and out of you, "Ah thank you all for the sakura petals! If we can get a sum of 25,000 mora by the end of the night, I and Ai will take some lewd photos for you all! If you donate an extra 1,500 mora you may request us to do anything for these photos! Remember 25,000 mora and an extra 1,500 mora will we do anything you request!" she smirks before turning her attention back to you. "Please… Go faster Yae… Please~" she slows her paste, "Ah ah ah" pulling it out of your seeping wet hole she smirks, "It hasn't even been 10 minutes my sweetest sakura~ We have to go a biittt longer~ Cmon I know you can hold out a bit longer~" she pulls out another toy, a small egg-shaped one, with a click of a button it starts vibrating. Quickly holding it against your clit, thighs shaking as your tongue lolls out as you pant loudly, "Ohhh that feels s-so good~!" Spreading your legs apart further as you push your waist into the air to try and feel more of the harsh vibrations, Miko leaned over and placed her supple breast into your mouth, you weren't sure what to do so you began sucking on it. "Ah you dirty girl~" Now this turned some on some weird old guy and with a 'ding' you smiled happily, you could finally cum.

With a quick 'Thank You' Miko set the vibrator on max while she pulled herself up and put on a belt, buckling the Mitachurl onto her pelvis, and with a swift movement she slammed her hips into you. "OH MY GOD~!" she pulled her legs over her shoulders as she tried to get herself deeper into you. Pushing you into a mating press she began plowing into your aching cunt, "You like being mommy's little bitch, huh?" grabbing your hair she forced you to look into her deep purple eyes. "Yes, m-mommy~ Nnnghhh you're so big~ Go on and fuck my slutty little pussy~" Lapping at your neck, biting and kissing your neck she marks you as hers. 'DING' Miko lets out a surprised gasp, the vibrator toy she keeps on her puffy pink clit starts vibrating at max speed. Looks like someone donated a shit ton of my money to set that off. "My my… Looks like one of you sick old fucks really wanted the most out of this, huh~ Mmmm yes that feels so good~ You dirty old men better stroking your dicks to this, hahh… Play with your pretty red tips, oh yeah~ Just like that~ Oh you're so big aren't you?" Turning back to face you she places a quick wet kiss on your lips, "Ai I'm pulling out real quick." Gasping for air as she got up and off of you for a second, once she pulled out you whimpered. "Ah~ I'm so happy we reached our goal of 25,000 mora~ Thank You all! Since I'm so nice I'll go ahead and turn on the second camera!" Reaching over she clicked the camera to 'ON' She looked at the screen and moved it accordingly to face your neck and pretty supple breasts. "Okay, let us continue~" Aligning the dildo into your hole swiftly, hips slamming into you. Eyes rolling up you can feel the big slimy tip kissing your cervix, walls squeezing around the veiny dick. Yae's tits bounce against yours, and both of your tits are squishing together perfectly. "You like that, Ai~ You like how my big monster cock fucks you good, huh?" Nodding as you claw at her back desperately, "Yes~! Fuck me harder Mommy" Miko can feel herself coming undone, she was whimpering. "Yes~! Let mommy fuck your sluty little pussy… hah…" Your pussy was so done with being edged it felt like you were about to cum, finally. Biting down on your lower lip, and shutting your eyes closed everything felt heavy. Pussy quivering, clit heavy and puffy from all the stimulation. Swiftly she pulled out of you. "Hold on baby girl…" Discarding the strap she pulled the vibrators off both of your puffy red clits she scooted closer to you as she spread her legs. Slamming her hips into you, you began scissoring. "Mmmmffnnnmmmghh yes yes YES~ Just like that~ Bet your gonna cum all over this slutty pussy, huh~?" Miko turned towards the camera, "Yeah, you dirty old men better stroking your tiny dicks to this, yeah? Just like that, oohhhfuucckk~ What's that? Are you gonna cum? Just keep stroking, just like that." With a loud whine you came, "FUCK MOMMY~ IM CUMMING~ FEELS SO GOOD~" It felt like a water balloon burst, you squirted all over her pussy, and she pulled back as she placed her wet mouth onto your cunt. Slurping up all your juices, tongues circling your clit, you came again. It felt like your juices wouldn't stop pouring out. "Oho~ I can't believe I landed myself a squirter~ Oh how lucky am I?" You fall back, limp and sore, she wasn't done yet though. Crawling over you she placed her cunt over your face, "Open up~" you opened your mouth, tongue ready to be used. Grabbing onto a nearby pillow, Miko began riding your face. Your tongue flicked back and forth inside of her feeling her gummy walls on your tongue. "Hnnghhh~ You're so good for mommy, come on make her cum in your mouth. Show me you deserve it." Taking this as a challenge you start lapping at her puffy pink clit and placing wet kisses on it. Moaning into it Miko could feel the faint vibrations as straddled your face harsher, "Yesyesyes so good~" It felt like her pussy was fluttering. Finally, the cord in her snapped. "OHFUCK~ YESYES YESYES!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD FOR MOMMY, MY GOOD GIRL~!" Lapping up at her cum. It was sweet, not wasting a single drop.

Miko wobbled off of you as she caught her breath, "A-and that concludes today's stream! I- I hope you all enjoyed it~ Again thank you all so much for the donations. Alright, Ai, it's time to say goodbye." Struggling to get up you face towards the camera and flash the camera the cutest smile you can muster up, "T- Thank you all~ I'm so happy I was able to be part of the stream. I hope Ms. Yae Miko invites me on sometime again." Bowing out of respect you clasp your hands together and then lean against Miko closing your eyes. It seems like you were falling asleep, oh well you can't find the strength to walk off-camera… The last thing you heard was Miko saying her thank yous and goodbyes.

"Y/n, let's go get you washed up." The kitsune lifted you up like it was nothing, walking over to the bathroom. Being placed into the warm water felt nice your limbs relaxed as you let out a contempt sigh. "Sorry if I was too rough on you, those old perverts like to watch it rough." "It's okay, I don't mind." Huffing she smile dumbfounded before she poured the warm water onto your head…

"Y/n, are you comfortable?" "Yeah… I am so ready to sleep." She wrapped her slender arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, and inhaling your scent, "I'm glad. Good night, sweetheart." Humming in response you drifted off to sleep…

The Empresses Concubine

CW!! Raiden has a cock! +more pure smut

The Raiden Shoguns divine gaze was not to be spared lightly. If she were to look at you, you should bask in her divine presence as that meant she has picked you to be a one her concubine. Out of all people, you were chosen. This will be no easy feat but you did your best to satisfy the gods “special” request.

Naked with nothing but heels, leash, and a collar on you hold onto a piece of furniture, you are spread out before her, all your pride and shame have flown out the window. Her slim fingers trail down your back down and around the plump of your ass before she places a harsh slap against it.

Yelping out you try to contain your whimpers, she ghosts her fingers over the red hand marks laid on your ass. This goes on for a period of time before she demands you bend over the railing of her balcony. With a yank of your leash connected to your collar you’re already bent over, a whole nation- under her control- is bellow you. You’re praying no one is looking up to their gods abode- seeking answers to their prayers they shall not find, but a bitch a of concubine ready to serve the almighty shogun.

Her tip is leaking with precum as she pulls your leash, making your arch back as far as it can go. Stroking her massive cock with a couple of veins popping out, she slides the slightly violet tip into your cunt. It’s a tight fit, but she’s sure she can squeeze all her mass in- no, she will. She needs to feel your spongy walls around her cock, needs to feel your warmth milking her dry as she pumps it in and out of you. Needs you to feel her twitch inside of you after she dumps her load into you for the nth time, only to flip you as she spreads you legs as far as she can before she takes you missionary. The way her big balls slap against the bottom of your pussy, slick from your sopping wet hole make a loud ‘plap plap plap’ noise every time she thrusts balls deep into you. The way you make her feel from the tip to the base a sweet and beautiful bliss she’s been chasing for an eternity- an orgasm that makes her wail as she bites into your neck to subdue her loud cries of pleasure.

While you can only babble loud cries begging and praising her to stop, for more, something in between. The string in your belly has long since snapped and all you can feel is an overwhelming pleasure inside- the way her pelvis rubs into your overstimulated clit, the way it feels so nice and warm all throughout your wet pussy, looking down you notice a ring of cum around the base of her cock. Oh how lewd this all was.

She thrusts one last time before picking you up and taking you to your now shared bed before lying you down (she’s still inside of you) then throwing your legs over your shoulders, she’s signing you praises on how she knows your body probably hurts from being stretched in a weird way but she’s gonna make you feel so so, so good if you just let her take care of you.

Once she starts thrusting again you can already feel yourself cumming. You, absolutely cock drunk, call her daddy. Oh and she’s 100% into it. Starting off slow she asks, “What was that, Darling?” you can try to hide all you want but she’s not gonna take no for an answer. “Did you just call me ‘daddy’?” if you nod you can bet she’s breeding you till the morning. All her other concubines will hear you yelling “daddy” over and over again all night.

You can be sure that you’ll be promoted from concubine to empress immediately after your night together. Oh, and you can be sure that you’re coming out pregnant and your mind absolutely broken from being fucked so good by the Raiden Shogun. Whether it be the puppet or Ei, you’re going to be fucked so well, just as a pretty/handsome empress should.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! :3

[stardust-arcade]

hey. its ok dim. its just some fun.

No! It's not fun! Dangerous!

+Ow! Dim! Let me back in control!

+Oh fuck.

What? Dim. It's ok. The others are likely to be greeting us. I thought you didn't want to introduce yourself yet right?

Where are they!

Dim. There invisible. You can't do anything. Calm-

I have to protect!

+Damnit. Moon man. You got anyone who could cause a little bit of trouble?

What? Why? Dim just needs to calm down.

+He can't. Is that weird funky programming. Like how those staff bots Just can't stop giving out maps. He literally can't until he does!

Oh dear. I don't really have anyone-

Hello?

Stay bac- aaahhh...

Hi Sun. You look funny? What happened?

Stt-say bbb-ack!

Why you sound funny? You're not being put in time out?

+What in the hell is that thing.

It's are Eclipse, it's the-

Ya? Why Moon calling? Suns acting funny.

Um, yah. That's not really sun. That's a new friend.

New? But same?

Ahhh. They share the same body. Like ahhh-

Oh! They like me! Hello other!

Yyy-our- bii-g.

Yes. I am big.

+Eclipse has a other?

+I assume that's not known.

+No. Is that what the black and orange is?

+I don't know. But you still got a problem of a damn protocol that's unfinished.

Oh, right! Hey eclipse!

Yah?

Can you do something dangerous or naughty?

No! I'm not a rule breaker!

But- It doesn't have to be anything big.

But I'm big?

Well-

Welcome back. Where is our new companions?

Blackstar! Planet! Please anyone do something against the rules.

Ahh ok?

*Black Star climbs up on top of an arcade*.

Black Star what are you doing? You know those arcades can barely take our weight.

Well I was told to do something against the rules, So why wouldn't I? Also may I ask why I'm dooo-ing thisss!?

No climbing on company structures.

What the-! Sun what are you doing?! Let me go.

That's not sun, That's our new companion.

Don't break the rules.

Ok??? What is going on.

Oh dear God, I'm back.

Can you get your hands off me?

Oh yes. Agh.

What just happened?

+I'm sorry.

+It's ok.

Programming loop apparently?

Loop?

Yep.

For sun?

For my new headmate Dim. Apparently they panic when in danger or for certain security concerns.

Well that seems like an issue.

Well as long as no one's breaking the rules it probably won't be an issue.

Sun... It's still an issue.

Arragh! Whatever. Dim didn't even want to say hi. So I'm going to clean up the daycare.

...

I heard there were two new companions?

Yes. I have a head mate too. He technically is also called eclipse, But he's okay going by it Cade. Do you want to come out and say hi?

Sure. ... Hello. I'm Cade. I don't really care about what any of you do, Just don't bother Dim.

The guy with the security protocol loop?

Yes. New AI's struggle. Don't you dare make him feel bad for struggling.

Ok, Mr Dad.

Hahahah! May as well live up to something.

Ok. Introductions all over. Why do we have new people?

Because I forgot to add some constraints to my online job website.

I'm assuming that constraint is taking AI.

Yes. I am okay with a transfer but... There are other places to ask for help rehoming an AI.

Like what?

I'm pretty sure there's a library that works with a mechanic that takes AI in.

Is that where you'll be putting them?

Well. No. I'm definitely building there bodies. And I don't mind more people here. We just don't really have a lot of open applications. So you'll definitely have to look around more for a job Cade.

+Fine by me. And I can probably find some sort of band or security job for Dim.

Sounds like a plan on your side.

So you just going to build them bodies and let them chill until they get something figured out?

Pretty much.

Well. At least the newcomers have a home. Welcome to your temporary home Cade. And Dim I guess. Other than the awkwardness of the security protocol. Was there any other reason why he didn't really want to say hi?

He struggles with all sorts of communications. That's why.

Oh.

Well hopefully Sun doesn't fuck him up with the bad type of communication.

I'm sure he won't. Might even help him having a mentally young AI follow him around. Setting a good example and stuff.

+Are you saying you're going to use Dim as some sort of mood adjuster?

No! I'm just saying Sun acts differently around kids. So you might have an easier time Blackstar.

I hope so.

+What got in his pants?

+A lot of bad history.

+Ah! Maybe he needs a dad too.

+I think he just needs somebody who can care for him. Not necessarily a dad.

+And you're forgetting that that's the point of their whole existence. To care.

+Well. Good luck convincing him then. He hasn't even taken Planet as his sister despite the fact they practically act like siblings now.

+Well. I'll certainly try.

[nametakensff]

Hey, I just wanna say you have some of the best build ups I've ever heard in my life! I really enjoy your wavs, and those vids from 2023 of the top part of your chest down while sneezing. Speaking of which, do you plan to do any more of those in the future? Not asking you to go out of your comfort zone or anything, I'm just curious.

Ahhh thank you so much, anon! 😭💕 That's extremely flattering. I'm so glad you enjoy my wavs!

As for the videos, I am absolutely down for making some more filmed like that. It just takes the right circumstances! I saw this in my inbox and thought 'fuck it' and filmed something since I had the chance, but I live in part of a shitty old victorian house AND every other house nearby is always doing construction work so it's like...a comical amount of banging and old pipe noises on and off in the bg that started RIGHT when I pressed record 💀 I might still post it anyway?? But yeah. It's so hard to get the time alone and without all the stupid urban noise ruining it agh.

The bikini video I made ended up being stolen and posted under various patreons/kofi accounts, and is still up on at least one of them, afaik, so that kind of ruined the experience of sharing vids for me. I knew it was a possibility and I'm not totally choked up about it, but still. (I have since posted one other little vid, god knows if that has been downloaded and put up for sale as well. ANYWAY!)

I will at least be up for filming myself in a T-shirt again! And like I said, I might post that video I recorded earlier but 😭😭😭 if I do I am *so* sorry about the noise!!

[feuqueerfire]

Wandee Goodday Ep 8 Live Blogging

Watching it on Sunday because I was too preoccupied with The Worst of Evil and Infernal Affairs (2002) on Saturday, means I got spoiled for stuff.

Ep 8 (June 23)

8-1

necklace already

is this real or is this still a fake relationship, can we be clear. you're not specifying so i'm meant to take it as a return to before times but like... what

SO WE STILL CAN'T KISS??? WHAT WAS THE POINT OF ANYTHING!!!

oh, Yak wanted to become the champion

do not embarrass me anymore, why are you doing 'pound' innuendos in front of Yak's brother and the gym members

Enough what do you mean how many rounds T.T i cannot handle such embarrassment

i know from spoilers that Taem seems to like Yak now or something and that AJ's character may not be good?

and the thigh massage or whatever in front of everybody

"my boyfriend is so good at making up stories" lmfao Cher get him

8-2

Dee literally left Japan ASAP, why are you now again asking him to join you at this ball?

does Dr. Kwan have no tact or is she purposefully getting Ter to herself quickly because she guessed that Ter was asking Dee?

I truly don't understand what the point of this conflict and fake breakup was if their thoughts and relationship haven't changed at all; still we're pretending it's fake, no kisses, deadline in 2 months like huh

8-3

money problemos

Yei and Cher are cute. is the engagement thing I've seen gonna happen here?

so is this not an ad? They didn't even state or show the name of the product

so this was recorded and edited before the Marriage Equality bill passed right, that was only a few days ago. or maybe this was recorded around the time the previous step that got passed around late March.

awwww T.T

i thought Taem liked Ohm and that Ohm was gonna be a good guy, so what's going on

Help D:

Vivi in a saree and gold jewelry

Ter is so fucking rude man not only is he asking Dee again but he literally has Kwan as a dance partner? If he chooses to dance with Dee, what will happen to Kwan? asshole, you can't just abandon your date

8-4

I'm so confused about Taem and Ohm's storyline. I'm also not a big fan of female friend gets abused/cornered/assaulted to create angst between our main bl ship trope, though the way they're handling this one isn't Too Bad (stuff like Star In My Mind pisses me off more) but Yak def should've told Dee what Taem sent so that they're on the same page agh

Dee calling Ter too vanilla

Kwon should actually kill Ter. Dee and Kwon team um and just eliminate this man because not only has he kept staring at Dee but now he's WALKING AWAY FROM KWON TO DEE?!?!?!

and ofc perfect timing to run in

Ter is confused by where Kwon is? does he expect her to just stand there waiting for him?

the dance scene isn't doing anything for me, I think My School President and Never Let Me Go did better in that way, though I guess the dancing was more of a throughline in those shows than it is here

ahhh Yak confessed. straight to I think I love you

I think I'm gonna have to pretend the ep7/8 conflict doesn't exist because it started weirdly and ended too fast without proper resolution and the kiss was anti-climactic and nothing in their relationship changed after the fight... They could've skipped over the whole thing because apparently they're still fake boyfriends who don't kiss... I liked this ep more than last ep so hopefully we can patch things up and get on track again. Cher and Yai's proposal scene was very cute, very endearing.

The Taem-Ohm storyline direction threw me off and also, are we meant to assume that after that whole fiasco Taem's just like alright Yak, off you go to your prom with your fake-bf I'll be fine byeee. I did say this one wasn't doing as badly in the "female friend is assaulted to build tension between our male love interests" trope as some other shows but that doesn't mean it's not off-putting.

Next ep seems like it's Yak planning on win over Dee, which is funny because that man also is in love.

[asknarashikari]

Takumi is a True Neutral who gives no fucks, Neither a Bastion of Sanity nor an Agent of Chaos

Scene 1

Takumi: … *is just watching the chaos caused by certain kouhai and senpai ensue while blowing a hot drink*

Shinnosuke and Emu: *just arrived at the scene*

Shinnosuke: Yep…same old crap. *sighs* Let’s just wrangle them in as always… -_-

Emu: Yeah- wait, Takumi?! *notices Takumi, who is also there just watching the chaos ensue*

Takumi: *takes one look and Shinnosuke and Emu*

Takumi: Oh, well if it isn’t the parent friends?

Shinnosuke: Takumi…how long has chaos been going on? -_-

Takumi: …I don’t know. That’s none of my business, I have been watching those idiots going at it for a while now. -_- *shrugs*

Emu: …Wait wait wait, you were here the entire time and you just stood by and watch?! =_=

Takumi: …With all due respect, their bullshit is not really any of my concern. I mean, I’m not the one causing the chaos here…it’s those idiots. -_-

Shinnosuke: …Okay, fair enough but we’ll have talk to you later. -_-

Emu: Guess we’ll have to do everything by ourselves again…come on, Shinnosuke. -_-

Takumi: -_- *just watching at the parent friends charge in stop their allies’ chaos*

Scene 2

Takumi: *is sitting back and watching as Kaidou and Momotaros get into a fight, while the other taros are just egging them on and also Keitaro trying to stop the fight*

Ryoutaro: Uh…aren’t going to help stop this fight? ._.

Takumi: Huh? Go do it yourself! -_- *turns to Ryoutaro*

Ryoutaro: But your friend-

Takumi: Look, this isn’t really my problem… -_-

Takumi: Besides…Kaidou deserves to be brought down a few pegs. *looks back at the fight and just smirks*

Ryoutaro: Jeez, I hate being one of the only sane ones here… -_-’ *charges in to help Keitaro stop the fight between Momotaros and Kaidou*

Scene 3

Faiz: *is transformed, sitting in the sidelines watching his fellow main riders beat the hell out a new main rider’s significant other*

New Main Rider’s SO: You there…help me! They’ve gone crazy! O.o *sees faiz and runs over to him*

Faiz: … *says nothing as he detaches his faiz phone from his faiz driver, opens it and then setting it to gun mode and firing a shot at the SO at point blank range at the abdomen*

New Main Rider’s SO: AGH! O.o *is pushed back and falls over, as many of the other main riders dogpile on them*

Faiz: Take care of the rest!

Scene 4

Takumi: AHHH! IT BURNS! IT FUCKING BURNS O.o *has been forced to drink something really hot and his tongue got scalded*

Sento: HA! XD

Philip: So this is a nekojita…how interesting! ^_^

Takumi: Damn it you too! You captured me just for this?! =_= *oh yeah, he’s actually tied on in an excessive amount of chains to a chair*

Sento: Oh yeah? You can’t do anything about it! XD

Takumi: … -_-

Takumi: No…but those three can. Look behind you. -_-

Sento and Philip: Eh…? *turns around and sees shoutaro, akiko, and ryuuga*

Sento: Oh crap. Wait, we can explai-

Takumi: Heh… *is now just watching a battle ensue, despite being tied up*

Scene 5

Wataru: Wait, you’re just going to let Tsukasa wreak havoc among our kouhai?!

Takumi: Well yeah…I mean think about it, he’ll just get his ass handed to him anyways. Why take action if we just sit back and watch the idiot get fucked up for his troubles? -_-

Tendou: Well he’s got a point…

Kenzaki: That’s a good idea actually! Oh and let’s all take a bet on which one of our kouhai would deliver the final blow?

Shinji: Yeah!

Shouichi: I’ll bring in snacks for us while we watch!

Godai: Well…as much as I want to help my kouhai, I do want to them to make us proud. ^_^ *thumbs up like the proud semi-grandma friend he is*

Hibiki: Godai…you all can’t be serious…

Wataru: Relax Hibiki-san…Takumi actually has the right idea for once. I would definitely kill to watch the magenta menace get his ass kicked by our successors.

Takumi: Hmph…. *slight smirk*

Ryoutaro: Takumi…I think you just added more fuel to the fire… -_-’ *turns to takumi*

Takumi: …So what? Are you saying we should risk our necks just to stop our fellow world destroyer from causing problems that we have no part in and that he doesn’t deserve to get his ass kicked? -_-

Hibiki and Ryoutaro: …

Ryoutaro: I hate that you’re right about this sometimes…

(Eventually, all the Phase 1 Riders would watch Tsukasa get his ass kicked by their successors while taking bets and eating snacks… all while Takumi is further in the back, distant from the rest, just watching and laughing his ass off)

*cackles* Headcanon accepted, this is all golden 

[vynegar]

anniv3 card liveblog dump. updated as i go. spoiler warning!

luke

i’m gone TT (it’s actually all still pretty fluffy and sweet. barely a hint of angst)

YEAHHHHHHHHHH HIGH SCHOOL!ROSA MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ah i forgot to show you guys her new outfit in this card, she’s v cute, i’ll screenshot after this flashback scene)

agh. this expression. always so cute TT rosa it is an honor to be able to play as you 🫡

a;dlfjadkl okay i know the card wasn’t hitting (yet) but like. now with the new bgm i’m really feeling something :’) perhaps we will be budgeting for anniv3 after all

HADFJA;LDKJF;LAKJERLAJLEKRJAKLE

omg poetry reference. truly the bread and butter of this blog’s analyses

ok the interactions: i mean, they’re nice. the animation is very fluid and there’s definitely more motion and more variety than in normal card art animations (though those have been advancing over the years too!) lol i think the knowledge of how purely-fanservicey this is kinda limits how excited i get over this part

overall: i mean it’s a good card but doesn’t make me lose my mind over it like luke’s previous anniversary cards; like this is closer to the caliber of a birthday or top-up card. nothing necessarily bad about it but... i think the most emotion i felt was because the combination of a new bgm (or at least new to me) + high school era lukerosa which i have a soft spot for. 

anyway. off to watch vyn’s, which is my last hope for this anniversary really delivering on the card stories :’) also based on my quick glance at his interaction video they might have fixed the piano keys...?? BIG if true

ahhh almost forgot the keepsake!!

BIGHEAD ROSA!!! ahh i was wanting to draw her but mhy beat me to it lol

vyn

omg already >100 comments on his video. yes. my brethren. we are all broke and watching the video instead of getting the card 🤝

55 other people are watching the video literally right now. hell yeah

omg. they really did fix the piano keys XDDDDDDD

me trying to zoom in on the sheet music. LET ME PLAY IT

wow. reference to a very famous and iconic vyn card moment in this story. hint it has to do with water

what the fuck dude extreme weather even showing up in the tot cards TTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

whoaaaa okay worldbuilding: svart has its own language i guess? there are labels written in it, and the narrative calls it svart language and not like english or french or whatever

i think a fun thing about backgrounds being reused is that everyone probably has different scenes that they most strongly associate each background with. for me, this is the winery from food for thought. vyn infodumping about how to cultivate wine grapes. mixing wine with sprite. that’s MY reference to a previous vyn card for this story

VYN HAD HIS MOTHER SEND OVER THE PIANO FROM HIS CONFESSION AS THEIR MOVING IN GIFT????????????

VYN WROTE THE SHEET MUSIC!! NEON MELODY CALLBACK????? (HUGE WIN FOR ME PERSONALLY)

ok only halfway through the card rn but i Need to sleep. back tmrw to finish this and to watch marius’s (even though i’ve barely seen any of this recent cards... whoops)

WAAAAAAAAIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT HOLY SHIT THIS FUCKS SO HARD ACTUALLY??? THIS REFERENCE THEY’RE DOING?? WITHOUT STATING IT OPENLY AAAAAAHHHH THIS IS SO POWERFUL TTT

ok here’s vyn’s illustration. wet rain-soaked little meow meow

rosa forgetting about the instant noodles she’s cooking. just like me fr

hmmmm kinda criminal that they’re supposed to be playing piano here and the bgm is one of the ones that DOESN’T have piano

ok yeah they definitely fixed the piano keys. just compare this to the original anniversary PV you’ll see. NOW FIX THE SSS CARD SYSTEM NEXT

one comment saying the sheet music is liebestraum which i was kinda also suspecting since structure is very similar but some of the measures don’t match up exactly (at least not against the copy of sheet music i have). however, the section behind vyn’s right shoulder is pretty much measure 25 and the part behind his left shoulder is close to m35-36. (which... is not a song that vyn wrote xDDD we’ll say he’s alluding to or remixing it for their purposes)

you’re telling me his hand accidentally hits the piano and there’s a “pleasing sound”??? he’s falling backwards onto it and playing chords???

ok back to checking the sheet music (my priorities are exactly where they should be)

i think the two sheets here (behind his left shoulder and under his left hand) are the same page (which we said before was m35-36). it’s the only place in the song where the key signature change looks like that (in the upper right; it’s definitely the sharps pattern and not the flats) and the following sections match as well. so i think that pages goes like this:

line 1: m34-36 (and key change where five sharps are made natural)

line 2: m37-m39

line 3: m40-m42

line 4: m43-44 (not sure if that last note should have a slur tho)

it was kind of throwing me off earlier since some of the chords that would be octaves didn’t seem far apart enough on the card art, but maybe it’s a combo of perspective + shrunk down + artistic license

ok i can’t rly find a keepsake investigation video yet and i’m still just watching the interaction in the bg but this card is fine. i know i got really excited at one point but it’s because i’m especially interested in the plant motif (still have not fully stated what the exact reference was bc i’m sure i’ll point it out later). so far the cards feel like nice top-up cards (since those always make sure to have spicy/fanservice-y parts) that are trying hard to reference previous events. i checked the comments of BOTH vyn and marius videos and there was someone (different people!) asking which of the cards had a better story (because what they’d seen so far was disappointing).... does NOT bode well ufnfortunately

edit: i will say that these even feel a bit worse than top-up cards since those usually try to grapple with substantive potential issues in the relationship, while these anniv3 cards don’t. also still haven’t watched marius’s yet but yamashina jin just translated artem’s card and even she’s disappointed by the writing quality so like... widespread disappointment i suppose 😔

marius

ok yeah this is a very good continuation/evolution of the idea from tideborne romance. unfortunately i was also meh on that card

omg... marius is gonna make himself the present isn’t he....

OKAY THERE’S AT LEAST ONE (1) THING I LOVE ABOUT THIS CARD 🥺🥺 (doesn’t even get a mention in the story it’s just a visual easter egg in the bg)

artem

halfway through pt 2 and i’ve figured out how to describe how i’m feeling. you remember marius’s 1st birthday card when they were just kinda doing random things to fill up time in the plot? it’s kinda like that. (though it doesn’t have the weird ooc-ness of that card and it’s not as long)

the bear from his bday event and the eyemask from wandering heart!! actually maybe my favorite part of these cards will just be the little easter eggs in them

ok so after the “reveal” of what artem is Actually up to, i do like the card more. i really like what his true plan, i just kind of dislike how MC is kept in the dark again. it’s not even bad this time around, like it’s very much a cute surprise between lovers, but i think that stuff in his engagement left a bad taste in my mouth about it and i didn’t want to see it again lol. also, i feel like it would have been cute if mc was the one to propose moving in together (just a random thought since for all the these, it was p much the LI bringing it up)

ok this is one of the better illustrations for anniv3 cards tho.

alright. finished the card. umm nothing more to say xDDD

on the keepsakes tho; these genuinely fuck so hard. also artem's a protective charm from cloudbreak temple and red beans and he recites The Lines again.... literally why can’t we have this kind of energy in the actual card story TTTTT

[prolix-yuy]

LET'S GET IT FRIENDS!

Oh poor exhausted Joel, still so on the edge and unable to find the right way up.

For once, he’s feeling rested. And it’s a nice fucking break from the relentless exhaustion that he’s convinced is fused into his bones.

LET JOEL MILLER SLEEP!

Oh, the reference back to the beginning of TLOU was delicious, I could see it so clearly. The sharpness of what was and what is now both warmed me and made me feel so melancholic for what Joel will always miss. Bravo for this.

Aww, Joel preening himself for Pin makes my heart sing!

WINGMAN LUCY TO THE RESCUE! You send that man to bang your boss!

Jackson has a habit of growing in size, usually in direct proportion to one’s desperation.

LOVE this line, it really shows that desire to run into someone (casually of course!)

One day, you will at least try and keep your cool around this man. But alas, it is not this day.

You cheeky lil minx Cee, with your fakeout gardening scene! Playing with my emotions! Agh!

SWEATY JOEL YESSSSSSS

You imagine yourself as a ripe tomato, baby, you deserve it!

Fingers spread over one jutting hip, he leans his weight on his right leg, the stance creating all kinds of angles that are completely unnecessary in this kind of heat.

As yes, the Whore Stance, we're all familiar.

Well, the gutter your head is currently dunked in can certainly do with a good scrub.

We are all there, happily!

Without skipping a beat, he winks. ‘Don’t worry your pretty head, sweetheart - I like workin’ for it.’ Jesus Christ. This man needs to be locked up and the key thrown to a colony of clickers.

Naughty boy, but we love him for it ;)

There is so much tummy love in this I am sweating for it, Pin is living in the best universe hands down.

‘I’m sorry I soaked you.’ The jury's out on who's more taken aback by your phrasing.

‘Just so we’re clear, you can soak me any time, sweetheart, in any way you want.’

DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME JOEL MILLER

Poor Pin is going to have an aneurysm at shirtless (and underwearless) Joel Miller coming out of her bathroom.

THE LAKERS SHIRT CEE YOU MENACE!

And then he gets possessive over her sleeping in his shirt Cee I am going to comBUST!

‘My belly is sexy?’

‘Trust me, sweetheart, if I were tryin’, I’d already be in them.’

I love Joel letting her take the lead, especially knowing how she's feeling about this moment. Our sexy man is a consent king and we love him for that!

Tummy loveeeeeee!

MAKE JOEL MILLER CUM IN HIS PANTS 2K23!

This being Joel Miller in a purple tshirt with a tacky logo she doesn’t recognise printed on the front and khaki cargo shorts that cut off at the knees, holding a basket of vegetables that she’s pretty sure he doesn’t eat.

CEE I AM CACKLING AT THIS IMAGE. IT'S PERFECT. IT'S BEAUTY AND IT'S GRACE. I LOVE IT!

And then you hit us with that super sweet ending. Ahhh, this was a wonderful read and so much fun! I'm so glad you shared Pin and Joel with us, through all the mishaps and adventures to get them where they needed to be. Gorgeous!

IV ║ Notch

Joel Miller x F!Reader

{ Part III: Edgestitch | Behind the Seams: Part IV | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E, but not that explicit

Summary: While Ellie works her first shift at the Outfitters, Joel drops by yours to return the blouse you left behind at the baby shower. Turns out, there's plenty around the house to keep him occupied until the teenager clocks off.

Warnings: Sexual tension, body insecurity, some language, inaccurate descriptions of gardening, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, undervest supremacy, flirting, dry humping, shy!reader, reader has a nickname related to her job, soft!domestic!Joel, no use of Y/N

Word count: 8.9k

Notes: Once I started writing this chapter in earnest, it came together a bit more quickly than I expected! It's extremely self-indulgent, with plenty of white undervest and belly action because you guys deserve all of that goodness for being the most patient, loving readers a writer could hope for 🥹 Thank you, I love you all! ❤️

Notch – diamond shaped marks that stick out beyond the edge of the pattern to line up all the pieces when sewing the garment. They come in pairs to be matched up.

Joel is sleeping - which is not something that could be said until a couple of months ago.

After the outbreak, sleep as a concept ceased to exist. What took its place is literal ‘shuteye’, either engineered by pills knocked back with moonshine, or a preventative shutdown by his body to avoid total failure, having pushed his physical form to the living limit.

It’s the kind of sleep that is destitute and provides no relief. It keeps the cogs turning just enough that he doesn’t expire, standing in his boots - which, on most days, are not the only things held together by duct tape.

But after the hospital, even that turned out to be too much to ask for. Some nights, the itch for chemical-induced relief got so bad that Joel entertained the thought of asking Tommy for illicit pills, ready to crawl on all fours to his brother’s house two streets down because he was shaking so hard he couldn’t lock his knees. But he didn’t trust him not to tell Maria, and with Ellie in the picture, he wasn’t about to tempt fate.

So instead, he asked Maria to assign him to night patrols. She hmmm’d at his request like she knew something he didn’t, but she humoured him, letting him take the graveyard shift for a couple of weeks straight. She didn’t have to tell him that she could see the way he tripped over his own feet and hear the slur in his voice. She’s too sharp not to notice.

But she didn’t say anything.

What she did do though, was not so subtly wean him off the late-night patrols. It started with a couple of random, last-minute changes, and then the next thing he knew, he was working morning shifts exclusively. When he tried covertly swapping stints with another guy, he showed up at the guard tower at midnight to find his sister-in-law standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her pregnant belly. 

As he trudged home begrudgingly with his head down and her stern reprimand in his ears, he couldn’t help a chuckle. Gotta hand it to her. 

Banished back to his bed, Joel went back to staring owlishly at the ceiling, watching the moonlight slide across the plaster until he knew all the cracks in it with his eyes closed (metaphorically). He’d listen to Ellie snoring away two doors down and marvel at the fact that she somehow still slept like the dead, even after… all that.

And then, one night, it happened for him too.

Admittedly, he ate a bit too much at Tommy and Maria’s - on top of running the town like a well-oiled machine, she makes a mean chicken fried steak - and Ellie had not so subtly plonked a second helping on his plate without asking. He was lying in bed, steeling himself for another long night, when his eyes drooped. The motion was so alien that it jolted him wide awake, but he couldn’t shake the weight that clung to the seams of his lashes. The next time he opened his eyes, it was morning.

Turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks. 

It’s nowhere near consistent, and more often than not he wakes up in a cold sweat in the small hours, but in between, he’s sleeping. For once, he’s feeling rested. And it’s a nice fucking break from the relentless exhaustion that he’s convinced is fused into his bones.

He always wakes up earlier than Ellie though. She never stomps down the stairs until he’s already had breakfast, and hers has gone cold.

So on the Saturday morning following the baby shower, with his face plastered into the mattress, body curled around a pillow - old habits die hard - Joel nearly falls out of bed at the banging on his door.

‘Joel! Get the fuck up!’

For one disconcerting moment between sleep and wake, he’s in his bedroom back in Texas. He half expects to look up to see the posters on the wall and the perpetually overflowing laundry basket at the foot of his bed.

Blinking through the urge to close his eyes, the colours fade and he stares blearily at the digital clock on his bedside table. 

7:30.

What the fuck? More often than not he has to drag the teenager out of bed by the ankles, kicking and swearing, at 7:50 to get to school at 8:00.

His knees groan as he staggers onto his feet, grabbing yesterday’s jeans from the floor and pulling them on. He finds a passably clean shirt about five deep on a chair, which he shrugs on over his white undervest. With a grunt, he yanks open the door and heads downstairs on bare feet, frowning at unfamiliar sounds coming from the kitchen.

Joel pauses in the doorway, hands on hips. ‘What do you think you’re doin’?’

Deeming his question unworthy of a response, Ellie tosses him a roll of her eyes over her shoulder and resolutely ignores him.

Shuffling closer, he asks, ‘Are you - cookin’?’

Brandishing the spatula at him, she snarls, ‘What does it look like I’m doing?’

He goads her with a smirk. ‘To be honest, it looks like you threw up in the pan.’

Ellie elbows him hard in the stomach. ‘Fuck you, man!’

He grins. There’s nothing like winding her up first thing in the morning. Grabbing the pan, he bins the ruined eggs, scraping off the burnt bits stuck to the bottom. ‘Crack some more eggs, I’ll make ‘em.’

Ten minutes later, in their usual seats at the kitchen table, they tuck into scrambled eggs and buttered toast.

‘Slow down,’ warns Joel as Ellie wolfs down hers. ‘You’re gonna choke.’

‘You hurry up! Can’t be late for my first day,’ she garbles through a mouthful of food.

‘Why can’t you be like this about school?’ he grumbles, then he winces as his teeth catch something crunchy. Picking it out, he gives her a pointed look. ‘Eggshell.’

‘Calcium,’ she shoots back without even looking up, too busy shoving the rest of her breakfast into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks like a chipmunk.

That one word stops Joel in his tracks and hurls him twenty years back in time.

But then Ellie is jumping up and practically throwing her empty plate into the sink, sneakers squeaking on the tiled floor as she dashes out of the kitchen. ‘C’mon, old man!’

Joel smiles, the memory warm like sun on his face. 

He shakes his head, slowly finishing his breakfast - like he wishes he did that day.

They turn out to be fifteen minutes early. 

To his chagrin, Ellie admits freely that she lied about the time so they wouldn’t be late. He’s a punctual guy, thank you very much. He certainly doesn’t need to be schooled by the little brat. 

Joel sits on the stairs, while Ellie has her face squished up against the door, unabashedly leaving smudges on the glass panels as she keeps up an uninterrupted running commentary on every last piece of clothing she can see.

He tunes her out easily, shifting in his seat so that his right ear is to the door. In his hands is the blouse that you left behind at Tommy and Maria’s at the baby shower. He’s been meaning to return it to you, but the week got away from him, and there’s no time like the present.

Considering the state of his knees, he impresses himself with the speed at which he stands at the sound of footsteps on the otherwise quiet main street. Squaring his shoulders, he discreetly pulls on his shirt, suddenly seeing wrinkles everywhere in the fabric, and runs his fingers through his hair, wishing he’d taken another look in the mirror before he left the house -

But it’s Lucy who appears at the bottom of the stairs with her unfailingly sunny smile.

‘Hi, you must be Ellie,’ she chirps.

She eyes Lucy cautiously, lips pinched to one side. ‘Where’s Pin?’

Joel growls. ‘Manners.’

Ellie puts her hands up in surrender. ‘Sorry. I meant - nice to meet you, where’s Pin?’

Lucy beams good-naturedly and fiddles with the lock. ‘She’s off today, and it’s all my fault because I made her work three weekends in a row. You’ll be helping me in the front anyway, so I’ll show you the ropes.’ Stepping aside and swinging the door open, she prompts, ‘In you go now, hon.’

Ellie doesn’t even look back at him, rushing into the shop like a thoroughbred fresh out of the starting gates.

Pocketing the keys, Lucy smiles. ‘Hi Joel.’

‘Hey,’ he nods back. ‘Sorry about Ellie.’

‘Don’t be, I was exactly like her when I was younger. Still am sometimes,’ she jokes. Then with a sly side eye, she remarks, ‘And honestly, you look more disappointed that I showed up than she does.’

He splutters, ‘Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.’ 

She smirks knowingly, gesturing at the blouse clutched tightly in his left fist. ‘I can pass that to Pin for ya.’

Joel hesitates for just a second, and Lucy bursts into laughter, elbowing him teasingly. ‘The way your face fell! I’m joking, Miller. Relax.’

He shakes his head. ‘It’s fine, guess I’ll give it to her next time she’s ‘round.’

Just then, from the depths of the shop, Ellie gasps dramatically and yells at the top of her lungs, ‘I want thissssssss one!’ 

Meeting Lucy’s eyes, Joel asks, ‘Sure you gonna be ok left alone with her?’

She shrugs. ‘There’s only one way to find out.’

He flashes her a thumbs up. ‘I’ll pick her up at three then.’

He’s about to walk away from the Outfitters when Lucy’s voice stops him. ‘Hey, Joel!’

Looking up at the wraparound porch, he raises an eyebrow in a silent question.

‘She lives in the yellow cottage on the same street as the shoe shop. Keep going north, you can’t miss it,’ she says with a two-finger salute and a parting line that he’s heard before. ‘Say hi to Pin for me!’

You’ve always had a soft spot for the turn of the season, when late spring blooms graciously give way to summer buds. The grass smells greener, and the air is pregnant with pollen and nectar. It’s not overly warm yet, but you can feel the intensity in the sunlight, muted only by the early hour. Good thing you’re starting early.

It’s unseasonably warm for June, and the vegetable patch on the far end of your garden has suddenly burst into life. The cauliflower has finally come through after two failed crops in a row, and both the tomato vines and pepper plants are thriving. Closer to the ground, the onion and garlic shoots are patiently waiting to be pulled, and asparagus shoots spear through the earth in tidy lines one after another.

Pulling on a hat and gloves, you get to work.

You’re halfway through the second row of onions when there’s a faint knock on the front door. Even though you’ve only been in the sun for a little while, the coolness inside the house feels like a balm to your skin as you pad inside, peeling off your gloves before reaching for the door. 

Swinging it open, you’re stumped by the sight of Joel Miller on your doorstep.

You haven’t seen him since the party, where you’d agreed on a start date and time for Ellie’s first shift, and -

Since the kiss. 

You’ve felt his absence keenly. You’ve caught yourself loitering on street corners, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, knowing you’ll be able to spot him just by the way his shoulders swing with his long strides. You’ve kept an ear out for the southern lilt that has chased goosebumps across your skin, or any mention of his name, but all in vain.

Jackson has a habit of growing in size, usually in direct proportion to one’s desperation.

Now that he’s somehow here, you’re aware you’re gaping at him, so broad that his shoulders are blocking out the daylight. Too many years out of practice to count, you have no idea what the protocol is when you next see the man who literally made your knees buckle with just his lips and nothing else.

‘Mornin’, he finally says with a small smile. 

You stammer. ‘H-hello. What, um, I mean, how -’

‘I dropped off Ellie at the shop and Lucy told me where you live,’ he explains, shaking out the blouse in his hands. ‘Thought I’d come ‘round and return this.’

Your palm twitches with the urge to smack yourself on the forehead. Of course that’s why he’s here. 

Taking the top from him, you smile back gratefully. ‘Thank you. And of course, it’s Ellie’s first day. I’m sorry I can’t be there, but I’ve been subbing for Lucy on the weekends for a month straight and I needed a break.’

He waves away your apology. ‘Count yourself lucky. She was just ‘bout bouncin’ off the walls.’

‘Bless her heart,’ you chuckle, breaking off when his eyes flicker over you, as if he’s just registered your very minimalist ensemble of a white cotton tank top and denim cut-offs. Your skin prickles under his scrutiny, flattery winning out against self-consciousness at the deliberate drag of his gaze over you, a thoughtful weight behind it. 

That is until something catches his attention, and you flinch when he peers under the brim of your hat. ‘What -’

Before you can even articulate your question, he’s taken one step towards you, his work boots heavy on your creaky wooden porch. His voice is low but rough around the edges, just the way you like it. 

‘You got some dirt -’ he swipes his index finger firmly on the end of your nose. ‘Right here.’

Your jaw hangs open, then clamps shut, in quick succession, the shell of your ears burning hot at his fleeting touch. Throat suddenly dry, you barely manage to squeak, ‘Thanks.’ 

One day, you will at least try and keep your cool around this man. But alas, it is not this day.

Rearranging himself, Joel leans on the doorframe with his arms crossed and remarks conversationally, ‘You look outdoorsy this mornin’.’

Flashing the soil-stained gloves at him, you try to keep your voice steady. ‘I’m just doing some gardening out back. The vegetable patch needs harvesting.’

He purses his lips at that. ‘Didn’t peg you as the gardenin’ type.’

You don’t know where the bravado comes from, but you swat him on the arm with the gloves and quip, ‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me.’

‘You got me there,’ he huffs a laugh and gestures towards the back of the house. ‘Anythin’ I can do to help?’

The refusal is on the tip of your tongue. You don’t say yes to a whole lot nowadays, other than when Lucy makes you. But then you hear yourself ask, a challenge in your voice that you didn’t know you had. ‘I don’t know. Are you any good with your hands, Joel Miller?’

At the boldness in your words, which you don’t take back, Joel’s eyebrows reach for his hairline. Biting your lip but standing your ground, you watch him grind his jaw as he considers his response. 

‘Why don’t you try me, sweetheart?’

‘Like this?’

‘Wait - slow down.’

A shuffle of hands. ‘How about now?’

‘That’s it. Yes, that’s good. Keep going.’

A raspy grunt. ‘I think I’m almost there.’

‘Yeah, that’s right, don’t stop -’

‘Alright, you ready?’

‘Come on, Joel -’

With one last flick, the knife slices clean through the base of the stalk, and Joel plucks the cauliflower head out of its leafy cradle with a triumphant grin.

‘How’s that for good hands, huh?’ he crows. 

‘I’ll get back to you in the fall when we see if the cauliflower grows back,’ you tease. 

He huffs, squinting up at you through the sun. ‘You’re hard to please, sweetheart.’

You preen at the playful turn of the conversation. If you were a little braver, you’d give him a mischievous wink - but for now, you gesture at the patch. ‘Can you handle the rest? I’ll get started on the peppers.’

He nods. ‘Leave ‘em with me.’

The pepper plants are having a great season, standing at four feet tall and heaving with fruits. You’ve left them alone on the vine for the last three weeks to sweeten, and they have dutifully ripened into a beautiful red. Settling onto your knees, you methodologically comb through the peppers from top to bottom, cutting off each one by the stalks.

It’s a big harvest, half of which you plan on giving away to your neighbours in exchange for their berries and lemons. Some you will cook. Lucy is due to come over for dinner, and she loves your stuffed pepper recipe. The rest you’ll have to find time to roast, skin, deseed and preserve in oil, which will last the rest of the year -

A shadow falls over you, stilling your hands and drawing your eyes upwards.

The sight is familiar - feet planted shoulder-wide by your knees, chin tucked in as he stares down at you, your nose level with the front of the jeans that you picked out for him - you’ve seen it all before, except for one small detail.

Joel is sweating. A lot.

His thin plaid shirt - you’re not sure if you’ve seen him in anything else yet - is sticking to him like a second skin, clinging to the solid outline of his biceps as he holds onto the basket full of cauliflower heads. The sunlight glances off the perspiration dotting his hairline, and the wispy grays that normally curl away from his face have wilted in the humidity. 

There’s a flush under his skin as he swipes at his forehead with his shirt sleeve, and your gaze follows a bead of sweat dripping down the prominent vein on the side of his neck, and into the deep V of his shirt - wait, is that the outline of an undervest that you can just make out underneath -

‘Should I take the cauliflower in?’

‘Um -’ you stammer to a halt, eyes still plastered to the front of his chest, just like his shirt.

He clearly mistakes your gawking for something else, flashing you an apologetic smile at his state. ‘Sorry, I work up a sweat real easy.’

Oh, come on. Now all you’re thinking about is how else he works up a sweat -

Seized by the sudden need to get out of the heat in more than one sense of the word, you rip the basket from his grasp and turn on your heels to sprint into the house with a choked, ‘I’ll be right back!’

You nearly trip over your own feet running into the kitchen, your heart thumping so loudly in its ribcage it feels like the whole house is shaking to the beat. 

And all that man has done is sweat in front of you.

‘Pull yourself together, Pin,’ you mutter to yourself as you tip the cauliflower heads onto the kitchen table. Grabbing a jug from the cupboard, you put it in the sink and turn on the faucet. Watching the trickle of water, you make yourself take three deep breaths. 

Joel’s kind enough to do you a favour, you could at least have the courtesy to not perv on him while he helps you out.

Nodding determinedly to yourself, you pluck two glasses from the drying rack, putting them inside the empty basket that you hook on your elbow, and march back outside -

Only to almost swallow your tongue and drop the full jug of water right at your feet.

Joel’s sweat-soaked shirt is now hanging on your washing line like a white flag, having surrendered to the heat. And just like that, the very image that has been inconveniently seared into the back of your eyes since the party is suddenly before you in all its glory, in the morning sun, out in the open air.

The white undervest stretches over the breadth of him, and if he didn’t look so good in it, you would’ve laughed at the comical way the flimsy straps are clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. Then he bends over to inspect the tomato vines, the bottom of his vest riding up with the movement, teasing a flash of skin above the waistline of the jeans pulled tight over his behind. One big hand reaches out, the outline of his arm flexing as he does, and he palms the bottom of one tomato, testing if it’s ripe for the picking. 

Except in your head, it’s something else he’s cupping with such rapturous attention. 

He doesn’t notice you until he stands up with a low grunt of effort. Pointing an apologetic finger at his shirt, he says, ‘I hope you don’t mind, I’m sweatin’ right through it like nobody’s business.’

You make a noise in your throat that you pass off as an answer, and with shaky hands, pour him a full glass of water which you shove in his direction.

‘Appreciate it, sweetheart.’ He salutes you and takes a long drag, tipping his head back. You watch, transfixed, as the sunlight bounces off the lines of sweat criss-crossing down the strong column of his neck, and the hard bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.

Suddenly, you’re parched. But you don’t trust yourself to stay upright, let alone pour yourself a drink.

‘It’s hot today,’ Joel breaks the loaded silence, though it’s possible that it’s unilaterally so on your side.

‘Uh-huh,’ you croak, still holding onto the water jug like a shield.

He peers at you with a touch of mischief. ‘You ain’t gonna swoon or anythin’ are you?’

Probably. And definitely not for the reason he has in mind. 

You attempt a weak smile that may have come off as a grimace. ‘I’ll try not to.’

Reassured, he nods towards the garlic patch. ‘C’mon. Let’s get our hands dirty, sweetheart.’

By the time the vegetable patch has been thoroughly picked and the baskets crammed full, the sun is high in the sky, the morning clouds burned off with the heat.

Joel isn’t the only one who’s sweating through his clothes - your light cotton top is now clinging uncomfortably to your skin, sweat dripping down your sternum and dampening the cups of your bra. You heave a sigh of relief when he helps you move the haul to a shaded corner near the porch where you have an outdoor sink and wheel hose installed.

Emptying the root vegetables into the sink, Joel steps back and casts a critical eye over the rain gutters that line the eaves of your house. Fingers spread over one jutting hip, he leans his weight on his right leg, the stance creating all kinds of angles that are completely unnecessary in this kind of heat.

He points at the leaves and branches that are clearly sticking out from the channels, but you’re only really interested in studying his large hands. The bumps and veins on the back of them, the watch with the broken face on his left wrist, the dirt coating his thick fingers, pushed under tidily trimmed nails. The logical thought that follows is how he would leave dark streaks on your white top when he pulls you in by the waist - 

‘Looks like the gutters need cleanin’,’ Joel declares. 

Well, the gutter your head is currently dunked in can certainly do with a good scrub.

‘Rainy season doesn’t start for another few months, they can wait.’

He uh-uh's sternly. ‘I’ve heard that before. Do you have a ladder?’

‘You really don’t have to -’ you protest, but he won’t hear it.

‘It’s no big deal, I’m sweaty anyway,’ he replies. ‘Besides, you’ll be doing me a favour keepin’ me occupied. I don’t pick Ellie up till three.’

You bite your lip. ‘But I feel bad working you so hard.’

Without skipping a beat, he winks. ‘Don’t worry your pretty head, sweetheart - I like workin’ for it.’

Jesus Christ. This man needs to be locked up and the key thrown to a colony of clickers.

The inner contractor in Joel comes out to play as he climbs deftly up the extension ladder propped up against the eaves, gloves on and a tarp bag tied to the top rung for collecting the debris. Discreetly, you shuffle around the freestanding sink so that you have a clear view of him as you turn on the water and start washing the dirt off the onions.

He’s starting close by, just a couple of feet away from you, patiently scooping out the dead leaves and twigs by the handful. Up on the ladder with his side to you, you’re eye level with the swell of his belly, which stretches the seams of the vest, and the underside of it peeks out every time he reaches up for the gutters. Your cheeks warm with the memory of how the soft folds felt against you, so warm and solid that you ache to reach out, push the flimsy vest up and nuzzle the tender skin with your nose -

It takes you a couple of minutes to realise that you’re not even pretending to be washing the onions anymore, the hose running in your idle grasp as you stare, head cocked to one side.

You don’t hear him when he turns to you. ‘Can pass me the hose?’

You stare dumbly back at him. ‘Huh?’

‘The hose, Pin,’ he repeats, a playful condescension in his smirk, like he knows exactly what you’ve been looking at. ‘That onion looks sparkly clean.’

You’re not sure what happened. One second you’re holding onto the hose with the intention of turning off the water before passing it to Joel, but your brain skips that crucial first step, and the next thing you know, you’re pointing it straight at him, spraying him in water from face to chest.

As he splutters, you shove the hose into the sink and screech, mortified. ‘Oh my god! I’m so sorry!’

You watch in horror as the water trickles from his hair, down his stubbled chin and onto his chest - okay, that’s a lie. It’s definitely not horror that’s twisting in your tummy and then much, much lower between your thighs.

And if you thought this man looked good sweaty, well - you’ve seen nothing yet.

He might as well put you out of your misery and take off his undervest right about now. It’s completely see-through, pebbled nipples and the firm ridges of his pecs showing through the wet fabric, rounded out by the endearing soft pouch of his belly. 

He wears the early summer tan so well, and for the first time since the outbreak, you think about the swim club in your old neighbourhood. Watching the water drip off his skin, it’s not a stretch to imagine this man pulling himself out of the pool after a quick dip to cool down, before stretching out on a sunlounger to dry in the sun - all in slow motion, set to the track of a corny sax riff.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say on reflex, but the apology rings hollow with the way your gaze lingers over his chest, and he notices.

He chuckles, carding one hand through his wet hair to slick it back, standing taller under your eyes. ‘As I said - never a dull moment with you, sweetheart.’ 

Joel takes his time, clearing out all the blockages and hosing the gutters clean so that you don’t have to worry about them for another six months. He dumps the leaves and sticks in the compost post, rinses the soiled gloves and his hands clean, before taking his shirt off the washing line and heading into the blessed shade.

He finds you in the kitchen, back to the door, putting away clean plates and cutlery from the drying rack, porcelain knocking together and metal clanging.

This is the most he’s seen of you, in a tank top and shorts, bathed in light spilling in from the large windows that open out into the backyard. He sees touches of your workshop right here in the kitchen - dried herbs and seasoning in mismatched but tidy boxes on the shelves, knives organised by size on a magnetic knife block, plates and bowls arranged in neat stacks behind glass cabinets.

Not wanting to alarm you, he deliberately scrapes his shoe on the tiled floor to make his presence known.

Whipping around - and just a touch startled - you smile with a quiet hey, and Joel’s not sure if he’ll ever get over how the sweet shyness still clings to the curve of your lips despite the fact that he’s kissed you right there.

He stays by the door for now and says, ‘I put the ladder back, and the gutters are all done, but I spotted some shingles missing on the roof while I was up there. I’ll come back to fix ‘em some other time.’

‘Thank you so much Joel, but really, don’t worry about the roof. You’ve done enough.’

‘You basically got Ellie outta my hair every Saturday for the next few months, so I’ll have plenty of time to kill,’ he half-jokes.

A comfortable lull sets in, and he looks up at the ticking clock, surprised that it’s almost noon. Shifting his feet, he opens his mouth and is about to excuse himself when you blurt out, ‘I’m sorry I soaked you.’

The jury's out on who's more taken aback by your phrasing. Exasperated, you groan, ‘I did not mean to say that.’

Joel’s kept a respectful distance since he arrived at the house, the pliant weight of you in his arms and your taste on his tongue kept firmly at bay in the back of his mind, not wanting to bring up anything that would make you uncomfortable in the light of day. But now, he pushes himself off the threshold of the door and crosses the cosy kitchen, pleased that you stay put when he plants himself in front of you, toe to toe.

Brushing a finger under your chin so that you’re staring up at him, he deliberately pitches his voice low and gruff, the double entendre almost crude in its delivery. ‘Just so we’re clear, you can soak me any time, sweetheart, in any way you want.’

Your lips part and your gaze darkens, and he feels his body instinctively react, invisible threads reeling him bodily into you. When you speak, your voice quivers, his name at once a single-worded reprimand and a needy whine that takes him right back to his brother’s spare bedroom. ‘Joel -’

‘Yes, Pin?’ he baits you playfully, just like he did that night, taking one last step so that you’re crowded against the countertop, bookending you with his palms planted on the wooden surface.

Finally shedding that last bit of shyness holding you back, you retort with no real bite, ‘You’re such a tease, Miller.’

‘Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it,’ he quips easily, his attention on your mouth. He hears your shaky intake of air, the whole moment suspended on tenterhooks as you skirt each other on the brink -

Just then, a breeze drifts in from the open window above the sink, providing instant relief from the humidity that hangs heavy in the air. All of a sudden, he’s acutely aware of the fact that he’s sweaty all over, so much so that he might actually smell. 

Self-conscious, he clears his throat and murmurs ‘I should probably go, I need a shower and a change of clothes -’

‘You can shower here,’ you interrupt, stumbling over your words in your haste. ‘I have a spare shirt somewhere.’

You don’t need to ask him twice. 

He smiles. ‘Sounds good, sweetheart.’

Your ensuite bathroom, like what he has seen of your house, is clean and organised. There’s a neat stockpile of soap bars in the cupboard, and he spots the familiar bottles of regulation shampoo and toothpaste that the town mass produces.

The water is plenty hot as he efficiently lathers himself top to bottom and front to back, but the pressure is a bit weak for his liking and can be easily fixed. Something else to add to the list.

The towel you left on the rack is soft and smells like the sun. Patting himself dry and rubbing it through his hair, he wipes away the condensation off the mirror above the sink. He peers at his reflection, ruminating that it’s time for a shave, and pushes back his wet hair so the strands don’t get in his eyes.

Out of his clothes, only his jeans are passably dry, so he forgoes his boxers and pulls them on, carefully doing up the zipper. Using his shirt as a sling, he bundles up all the dirty clothes and opens the bathroom door.

He catches you coming into the bedroom as he steps out, and your jaw drops at the sight of him in just his jeans before you slap your palms dramatically over your eyes, the tshirt you’re holding onto covering your whole face and muffling your voice. ‘I’m so sorry! I should’ve knocked!’

Joel chuckles at your reaction. ‘Sweetheart, it's your house. And I’m not exactly naked.’

Lowering your hands sheepishly, you still clutch the tshirt to your chest like a security blanket, admitting, ‘Sorry, I just - I just realised I’ve never had a man in here before.’

Something wraps itself around his stomach and pulls, and it takes him a beat to put a name to it because it’s been so long. It’s possessiveness that rushes through his veins and goes straight to his head, and he has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep his voice from wavering. He demands, ‘Never?’

‘Never.’

He lets the word wash over him, appeasing the beast in him for now. With a slow nod, he takes three measured steps towards you, stopping just an arm’s length away. Gently coaxing you to let go of the purple tshirt, he snorts at the huge Lakers logo blazoned across the front. 

He quips, ‘I’m more of a Longhorns fan myself, actually.’

The tension cracks, and you grin back, ‘Well, not anymore.’

After your confession, it’s probably redundant, but he wants to hear you say it. Flashing the tshirt at you, he asks, ‘Old boyfriend’s?’

It’s the most personal question that’s been exchanged between you so far by a mile, and it’s probably none of his business, but you can’t explain why your pulse spikes at the way his normally warm gaze hardens with something unfamiliar.

‘No,’ you answer. ‘I keep some of the stock here when there’s not enough room at the shop, that’s all.’

Joel rasps, ‘Good.’

With that one syllable, his shoulders visibly relax, suddenly drawing your attention to his topless form, which you’ve been too mortified to actually look at. It’s a lot to take in, and even though you’ve seen most of him already, there is one conspicuous part that you haven’t yet -

But before your eyes can trail that low, Joel turns. ‘Thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll just -’

You’re slow to catch onto why he trails off in the middle of the sentence, still far too distracted by his general state of undress to notice until he’s already made his way to the top of your neatly made bed. And then you see it…

The flannel peeking out from underneath the duvet.

Oh. Fuck.

With an almost flippant flick of his wrist, Joel peels back the corner of the bedspread. Wordlessly, he stares down at the red plaid shirt he lent you at the baby shower, tucked snugly in your bed, buried half under your pillow. 

He stares at it for so long that you interrupt the silence for once.

‘I’ve been meaning to return it,’ you squeak, hands flailing awkwardly, desperately wanting something to hold onto. ‘I just - forgot.’

Joel half-turns to you, arching an eyebrow. ‘You’ve been keepin’ it in your bed?’

Backed into a corner - and you’re not proud of it - you lie. Outrageously. ‘I don’t know how it got in there.'

He picks up the shirt by the collar. It’s wrinkled all over and obviously worn in. He smirks, ‘I’m not so sure about that.’

You’re this close to swivelling around and making a break for it, but as soon as your axis of balance tilts backwards, Joel grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in, hauling you firmly into his bare chest.

‘You’ve been wearin’ it to sleep, haven’t you?’ he asks in a tone that brooks no argument. 

Your fingers curl into his chest, his skin blazing warm under your palms. There’s no point fibbing anymore, and you admit, ‘Yes.’

His voice is hoarse when he asks, ‘You wear anythin’ underneath it, sweetheart?’

You hold your breath for one long moment, the tension in the room swelling so quickly that your ears pop. Eventually, under his patient yet heated stare, you shake your head, lips sealed.

His pupils dilate and his nostrils flare, and you feel his grip on your hips tighten.

‘No bra?’ he prompts.

‘No bra,’ you parrot back.

His jaw clenches so tightly that you’re surprised he manages to articulate his next question. ‘No panties?’

‘No panties -’

You barely get the word out before Joel is kissing you, pushing the syllables right back into your mouth until you swallow them with a whimper.

And then he’s pulling back, growling against yours, ‘And what do you do naked in my shirt, hmm?’

You stutter, ‘I - I think about you -’

An undignified squeal escapes you when he suddenly spins you around, your back hitting the bed, denying you the chance to catch your breath. The ceiling fan turns directly above you, but it does nothing to quell the heat between your bodies as Joel clambers over you on his hands and knees, sliding his mouth over yours again in a hard kiss.

You always thought your bed was a decent size, but now, with the bulk of this man hovering over you, you’re not so sure anymore. His ridiculously wide shoulders fill your entire field of vision, and even though he’s holding himself up with his forearms by your ears, you can almost feel the full weight of him through sheer anticipation of his touch. 

His heated words brush by your ear, making you shudder. ‘Tell me what you think about, sweetheart.’

‘Your arms, your shoulders -’ you hesitate, dropping your voice shyly. ‘Your belly.’

Joel looks taken aback. ‘My belly?’

You duck your head almost guiltily. ‘Yes.’

His brows draw together in an endearingly confused frown. ‘Why?’

‘That time in the workshop, when we met, you were sucking it in so hard you could hardly breathe - but you don’t anymore.’

The dots connect, and his lips part in an oh. ‘I didn’t even realise.’

‘I know. That’s why it’s sexy,’ you point out.

He looks at you incredulously, as if you’ve lost your mind. ‘My belly is sexy?’

You grin. ‘Yes, and your confidence. You walk differently now, you know.’

He makes a noise at the back of his throat, a self-satisfied smirk tilting his lips upwards. ‘You been watchin’ me?’

‘Maybe,’ you tease.

You exhale long and heavy through your nose when he sucks delicately on your bottom lip, opening you up so that he can dip inside, stealing a taste of your tongue with his. 

‘Been thinkin’ about you all week, sweetheart,’ he whispers, trailing fire across your cheek and the hollow behind your ear. 

‘I haven’t seen you around at all,’ you whine, tipping your head back as he nudges the tip of his proud nose down your throat.

‘I know, it took three fuckin’ days to clean up after the party,’ he complains, his disgruntled tone prompting a giggle from you. ‘Never again.’

‘I’m not so sure about that. There will be plenty of birthday parties to look forward to, Uncle Joel -’

An open-mouthed kiss on the side of your neck catches you off guard, the unfamiliar texture of the wet suction and scrape of his teeth jolts you clean off the mattress, sending you body slamming into his ribcage.

Joel hums, pleased at your reaction. ‘So sensitive. I’ve barely touched you yet, sweetheart.’

It’s immediate, the shame that burns under your skin at his remark despite knowing he doesn’t mean anything by it, and Joel frowns at the way you stiffen under him. Regret colours his words as he cups your cheek. ‘Pin, I’m sorry, that came out wrong -’

‘No, that’s the thing. You’re not wrong,’ you interrupt with a shake of your head. There’s no point denying it - you’re a grown woman, and there’s something fundamentally embarrassing about losing touch with that part of yourself over the years. ‘I - it’s been so long, I don’t even know my own body anymore.’

His eyes dip downwards and slowly, over the curve of your breasts and the arch of your back. With an encouraging smile, he argues, ‘I’m not sure about that. Looks like your body’s reactin’ perfectly to me.’

Your lips twitch despite yourself. ‘You’re just saying that to get into my pants.’

He takes the unexpected turn in the conversation in stride and runs with it. ‘Trust me, sweetheart, if I were tryin’, I’d already be in them.’

‘You’re such an ass, Joel Miller.’

His roguish grin has you squirming and fisting the sheets underneath you. ‘I dunno. Somethin’ tells me you like it.’

Wrapping one palm on the back of his neck, you drag him into you again, relishing in the weight of him as he pins you to the bed with the broad frame of his shoulders. He moans into your mouth, claiming it with deep strokes of his tongue, while his calloused palms sneak under the hem of your shirt and pull you into him by the small of your back.

Even as your hips buck, begging for friction, Joel holds back, propping himself up on his knees to keep a tenuous grip on his self-control. Pulling back from your lips with a wet pop, he assures you through heavy breaths, ‘We can stop any time, sweetheart. Just say the word.’

Your response comes fast and sure, but he can read the hesitance between the lines, ‘I - I don’t want to stop.’

He presses a patient kiss to your lips, but backs away before you can deepen it. ‘How about this - we’ll flip you over so that you’re on top, and you decide what you want to do. Is that ok?’

You pause to consider his proposal, sliding your tongue over your bottom lip - he’s this close to kissing you right there and then. You ask shyly, ‘And it’s ok if we - you know, just make out?’

He smiles. ‘I can do with some good old-fashioned neckin’.’

‘Ok then -’

You yelp when Joel turns you over without warning, the sudden movement making your head spin. Sitting up against the headboard, he drags you in his lap and asks, ‘Alright?’

You nod with a nervous smile. It’s intimidating, being so close to him that there’s nowhere else to look but into his thoughtful eyes that are watching you for any signs of discomfort. Catching your breath, you settle into the moment and realise that you’re straddling him, hands clinging onto his shoulders, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His belly is warm and soft where he’s pressed up against you, but lower, nudging insistently between your legs -

Joel is hard.

The revelation robs you of air, want and need rushing like blood to your head, and you stiffen, not knowing what to do.

Joel catches on - you’re beginning to think that nothing ever escapes him - and he reminds you, ‘Just kissin’, ok, sweetheart?’

Snapping out of your freeze frame, you nod, ‘Yes. Ok.’

Giving you somewhere to start, he prompts, ‘Where do you want my hands?’

Tugging on his wrists, you watch his jaw go slack when you place his palms squarely on your ass, where your denim shorts hardly cover the top of your thighs. He lets out a lewd moan at the way your soft curves fill his hands, fingers squeezing and kneading greedily, and you push your hips back into his contact. 

‘Not so shy after all, hmm?’ he rasps.

You preen at his praise, and riding the wave of boldness, you tip forward and press your lips to Joel’s before you could overthink it. Over the roar of blood in your ears, you hear him suck in a shaky breath, and you feel the deep groan in his throat taper into a whimper when you swipe your tongue into his mouth.

You’re completely unprepared for the power the sound unleashes in you.

Somewhere in your consciousness, a door is cracked open, and memory crackles at the edges of your mind. Each shuddered breath shared, every slide of skin on skin, brings to the surface what you thought you’d forgotten. 

Your fingers burrow into the still wet locks at his nape, earning a loud moan from Joel when you pull on the grays that have distracted you on more than one occasion. He nips his way sloppily down your neck, trailing spit and beard burn as he goes, while your palms skate over his chest and down, down, down until your fingernails drag over the pliant folds of his tummy, hanging over the waistband of his jeans.

‘Sweetheart,’ he groans brokenly at the contact, forehead knocking into yours.

Spreading your fingers over soft flesh, you choke on an inhale when he bodily rocks into your palms. Your thumb catches the hollow of his belly button, fingers tenderly squeezing the creases and dimples of his belly. His eyes crack open under tightly knitted eyebrows, vulnerability etched in every line on his face.

Something shifts - something that neither of you can take back. And suddenly, it’s not just kissing anymore.

Caught somewhere between writhing instinctively under his touch and a deliberate pursuit of friction, your hips find a rhythm that has the seat of your panties quickly twisting and dampening as you grind on the erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.

Blunt nails bite into your thighs as Joel growls, ‘Shit, sweetheart. That’s it.’

You want to bury your face in his neck, feeling too wanton in the way you’re panting in needy whimpers, but he preempts that on no uncertain terms. ‘I want to see everythin’. Look at me.’

You do just that - you can’t deny this man even if you tried - watching him watch you with his pupils blown wide and wild, wetting his bottom lip the same time his eyes drop to your tits, as if he can see right through the thin fabric. He doesn’t touch you anywhere else though, his hands staying where you put them. You can feel his grip dig harder and harder into the swell of your ass, but he doesn’t try to change your rhythm, giving you free rein to ride him any way you need.

When your peripheral vision starts to go, you know it’s not a coincidence that your thoroughly soaked panties shift and strain against your clit, pinching it just so that you cry out, hips faltering.

Joel bares his teeth, and you feel his hips rut upwards into you, his restraint slipping. ‘There you go. You’re close, aren’t you?’

You can only nod, frantically grinding into him now, your whole mind narrowing until the only thought that remains is chasing that high that you can almost taste. Everything swells, electricity fills the air, his name a sacred chant on your tongue as you claw at his back, teetering precariously on the brink of something that promises to devastate you.

‘Joel, Joel, Joel -’

He catches you when you break - you fling yourself at him, knocking into him so hard that the back of his head hits the wall, but he doesn’t even flinch. Tucked safely into the crook of his neck, you whine and wail as you thrash in his hold, and his nostrils flare at your scent. He can smell you, he can smell the slick leaking from your pussy, humid and heady in the air between you, making his mouth water as he aches to taste you - all of you. 

One day.

Right now, the hinge of his jaw almost cracks as you milk the last remnants of your orgasm with a needy swivel of your hips, rubbing against his cock at an angle that makes his vision swim, and he knows he’s too far gone. His control slips like shifting sands, and a primal instinct takes over as he bucks roughly into you, fingertips leaving imprints in your skin that you will feel for days after.

‘Oh fuck, sweetheart, wait, I’m - shit, I’m gonna -’

When it hits him, it’s fucking relentless - he cums and cums until his voice goes hoarse with your name, until it feels like his abdomen would cave in and collapse, spurting and spilling until it feels like he’s turned inside out. It goes everywhere, thick, milky strands filling the gaps in his jeans and sliding down his legs in a sticky mess, and he slumps bonelessly into the headboard, panting against your lips as he catches his breath.

Sweetly, gently, he tilts his chin up just enough to kiss you, his nose nudging your cheek intimately when he pulls away, his lungs too deprived of air to keep going. He winces when you shift above him, knowing that you can feel the wet spot pooling under your bare thighs.

Joel breaks the sluggish silence first, cracking a grin. ‘So much for just makin’ out.’

You clumsily climb off his lap and crash land sideways onto the mattress. ‘Is that a complaint, Joel Miller?’

He drapes a heavy arm over you and pulls back you flush into him. ‘Well, these jeans are fuckin’ ruined. I want a refund.’

‘I’m afraid we don’t accept cum-stained returns. Store policy.’

He pffts. ‘Damnit. Should’ve read the fine print.’

You grin. ‘Well, at least there's something deeply poetic about cumming in the jeans that I picked out for you.’

‘Touché, sweetheart,’ he grunts and presses a kiss to your forehead. Glancing down at the unmistakable wet patch on the denim, he asks hopefully, ‘Any chance you got some pants I can borrow?’

Ellie bounces her leg irritably, hunched over on the stairs exactly where Joel was sitting this morning. Where the fuck is he? He’s twenty minutes late, and he had the nerve to get all huffy when she lied about the start time today. Unbelievable.

Moodily looking left and right, there’s still no sign of him. She’s about to give up and wait for him at home when something conspicuously purple comes to a stop in front of her. 

Her jaw hits the floor.

‘Oh. My. God.’

She’s never been high before, but she’s pretty sure this is the stuff hallucinations are made of.

This being Joel Miller in a purple tshirt with a tacky logo she doesn’t recognise printed on the front and khaki cargo shorts that cut off at the knees, holding a basket of vegetables that she’s pretty sure he doesn’t eat.

With a roll of his eyes, he snaps, ‘Shut your mouth, you’re trappin’ flies.’

Pasting on the most obnoxious grin she can muster, Ellie croons, ‘Man, don’t you look pretty.’

Turning on his heel, Joel starts walking without looking back. ‘Shut up.’

Jogging to keep up, she cackles, ‘Hey, did you fall into a wormhole and went shopping at a farmer’s market in 1999?’

‘Shut up.’

‘You really should wear shorts more often, y’know, show off those knees. And purple really is your colour, Barney!’

Joel frowns, shooting her a sidelong glare. ‘How the hell do you know who Barney is?’

Ellie shrugs. ‘What do you think they teach us at school?’

He’s the one who starts it. The quake in his shoulders would have been imperceptible to anyone else, but nowadays, there’s not much that he can hide from her. As usual, she giggles first, which trails into a squeal when Joel gives her a shove on the back, sending her stumbling over her shoes.

‘Fuck you, man!’ she snickers and basically rugby tackles him, but he barely budges, lips pulling back into a toothy grin. 

Across the street, unbeknownst to the pair, Tommy smiles to himself as he watches his big brother laugh, really laugh - the kind that has him doubling over and gasping for air through watery eyes. For the first time since the world ended, he looks up at the sky with a reassuring nod, and he knows deep down - Joel will be just fine.

Notes: You guys continue to blow me away with your support - I cannot be more grateful for all the reblogs, asks and interaction with my silly Behind the Seams posts and random updates. Thank you so so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I can't wait to hear what you think ❤️

I will be having a think over the next few weeks about where Seams will go from here. This chapter wraps up the first mini story arc, and I'll be dedicating August to wrapping up my Palomino series, so it will give me some time and distance to mull over what's next for Joel and Pin. I'm also a few followers away from a big milestone, so I might have something fun planned! 🥰

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxi.b: Coke, Blood & Handguns, “do you really think the universe would let me live it down? ... Do you think it wouldn’t have kept doing it/increased its abuse towards me? Do you think they would have learned? … the sad thing is, this doesn’t stop after this, no … you see if what you’ve fucked up doesn’t fix itself soon on its own and with enough grand significant apologetic fucking energy of which you’ll be watching for! … then well, damn … this happened for nothing! … and well … I’ll end the cycle and get my peace either way … you see I do not play the game that’s been forced upon me here. But here is to hoping you are seated to watch love and not having to watch another torture session … let's hope my contract will be paid openly and in full … and willingly” the man cried and cried “p-please … just let it stop … please don’t to-” the man put his hand to his lip to stop him from speaking … “no no … like I said before … that was going to happen … regardless … now … ” He stepped away from the man sitting in the chair, the chaired man looking up at him slowly with a truly defeated expression, tears and blood all over his face and body. “P-please” The man looked him in the eyes … raised his arms above his head, grasping something. “You have my grace” ”P-PLEASE I DON’T L-” “and now can die” THEN WITH LIGHTNING SPEED He pulled his arms downward toward the man … striking a silver metal bat down on his head … the noise it made was … unhearable … a thick *Crack* followed by a *Squish* The chaired man now struck heavy, let out a large cry that was blood curtling, then followed another swing *Crack* *Squish* “AGHAGAHHH HHEL-” *Crack* *Squish* … the man stopped making a noise for a second, then he let out an uncoordinated groan of pain “AhHhhGhHhaa” Mixed with a blood gurgling sound. *Crack* *Squish* … … … the man stopped making noise and ceased movement, but the man with the bat kept beating his head in until blood was just … painted everywhere *Crack* *Squish* *Crack* *Squish* *Crack* *Squish*. The visions stop again … I get my phone to my face, I call The Jester and it rings once, he picks up “Hello?” I’m panting and my voice is frantic … J!!!! AGH AHHHhhhh Fuck H-help Please … “What!? Hello, where are you?” AH AHHH AHHHHH FUCK ME IT HURTS P-Please HELP “RED!? WHERE WH-” All noise ceases, my vision goes black and I’m met with a final vision. The man was sitting in front of a large industrial furnace … it was lit bright and really quiet, apart from the crackling of the flames muffled inside the furnace  … I swear I could feel the heat on my face that was coming from it … the man was smoking a cigarette, he looked down at himself and he was … practically painted in blood. “Well now we wait don’t we? … if only things could have? … had one thing to do and well, just couldn’t do it could yah? *sigh* fuck around … and get face fucked … that’s what happens. So sad how much pain this has caused and over what really? … neglect to do what should be natural? to make the right choice and if not, at least inform th- *tsch* … what a stupid fuck.” … then I heard what I only presume was the wooden front door of wherever this was open up slowly … there was this bluish moonlight that came shining in, lighting the wall and the furnace the man was looking at, followed by some light creaking footsteps, just a couple of them … then they stopped and then … a woman can be heard. “it’s time to go ... Rykard.” the man opened a little hatch on the furnace door to toss his cigarette bud inside it, he closed the hatch leaned back into the chair, and let out one last large puff of smoke followed by a large *sigh* … and finished with saying … “I guess in the end … I’ll-“ … … … silence … the vision stops and then I slowly open my eyes and … a nightmare? No what? It was so real it was so … I jolted up and looked around, I was in bed at M’s house when I started to remember. What the fuck? Wh- no no I was dealing with the contract and … the pain was so … real? … [To Be Continued]

[angered-box]

[raises hand] i would like to know…about the lads…….

okay so like i'm not gonna try and talk about TOO many but there are a small handful that i can talk about cause i’ve introduced them on here already!! uhhh some are. ocs inserted into canon. because i’m silly :3

I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY ERM.... and also got embarrassed near the end so i tried hurrying up the last section....

Okok so uhmmm there are some of my oldest ocs i’ve had which would be Wren and Una (and also Xavier but i haven’t drawn him yet so erm.) so like. Their whole story is, ahhh difficult for the most part cause it was created 5 years ago and i was god awful at stories and i’m still trying to fix it so in a summary Wren has adoption papers thrown at him for Una at the ripe old age of 17 because he did not feel right seeing the child of the man he was friends with and saw as a father figure get sacrificed (even if it will help the town not go to shit) because he felt like he needed to atleast give back to the man since he passed. But he takes Una and because of the fact that the town could not kill her the town slowly starts decaying which is kinda fucked up honestly if you think about it. And it’s not like the town can pick someone else it’s kinda predetermined every ten years thanks to the horrific beast that has cursed the town it’s a lil silly👍. But because of that they’re kinda constantly being followed because the town people desperately need Una. So it’s kinda like that for about 5-6 years, Wren is now like 22-23 and Unas about 8 cool? Cool. And for Xavier it’s a lil difficult but he kinda helps them out around that time by taking them in cause he was returning back home to visit his mother (who is very much on her death bed at that point) That's like the most i have for their story i don't have an ending but it gets grim kinda and Xavier is the only human out of the trio that's fun he's also like 25. i don't know what Wren is supposed to be he's just blue, and Una is like half human half sheep demon, i’ve tried to make her appearance like a highland sheep but it's not going so well as of right now lol….

Agh and there’s also my minecraft oc. His name is Box because i did nawt want to come up with a name for him so i just call him that cuz my user on minecraft is the same as here lol… but the funny thing is for him with my silliness he’s basically a retired god. And also a deadbeat parent. Both to his bio children and also like his actual creations he made by his own hands. He stopped being a god because he literally got bored and wanted to travel. He is so avoidant with things and only cares about traveling and tea he’s awful and i love him also he’s old. Really old. And also has fox ears and a fox tail. Did i mention he’s old.

There’s also my dnd character!!!! His name is Ilias and i don’t have a basis of actual lore for him but i loveeeee talking about him. He’s a wood elf who is honestly looks like a sick young tree (he’s like 203 cm tall). You know that image of Charlie from Always Sunny. The pepe silvia scene? That’s his personality kinda but in a more academic way. He is not normal about knowledge, but when is a wizard normal about that shit like actually. He manages to somehow not get insta killed despite having 14 AC and 14 hitpoints…for now atleast. Also he can use infestation, and basically mite blasts people which is really funny. He also manages to get sick about things a lot, don’t let him in a cramped vehicle of any sorts.

Okay so now we have ocs that i have tossed into games cause it’s funny. So there are two characters who are actually siblings, fraternal twins actually! Uh their names are Kisho and Kuran and both of them are for two different games (Kisho is meant for o.bey me and Kuran is for t.wst but this is not about the games i’m about to infodump their lore because holy shit did i fuck things up for them) So the funny thing is for them while they’re twins Kuran is the youngest because he was born like a few minutes after midnight L. so both of them are capable of magic erm both parents are witches ( i actually intend to draw them soon!) and also like the healthiest bio parents i have ever created it’s so crazy (they almost blew eachother up multiple times as teens because they wanted to practice together <3) the difference is Kisho is actually better though because he stuck with his studies and Kuran kinda is just a “fuck it we ball” type person for magic. Oh also did i mention how they’re twins and Kuran is just a day younger? Yea well i lied. So they WERE the same age until they were 11. In which then Kisho had got pissed off at Kuran and ran off to go hide from him to calm down and uh. He kinda got sent to the dimension. By all means he was missing for like 3 days but when they found him he had aged by 3 years. Oh and also he experienced The Horrors and is never going to be the same again and now instead of them being siblings who did a lot together and managed to be on the save wavelength they’re now so vastly different because of Kishos experiences and also the fact he is very much no longer in the same state of mind. Anyways Kisho is like 20-21 and is currently working on becoming a historian and philologist whereas Kuran is like 17-18 going into fashion design. They have issues and it’s honestly really bad but one just puts everything in a cupboard and quickly closes the door before everything falls and the other pretends that his issues aren’t there. Also Kisho is transmasc YAYYYYY YAYYYYYYYYYYY. (Also because i’ve made art of them before i’ll give a description cause Kisho has green hair whereas Kuran is blonde :3)

(i started skipping A LOT of major things about this character due to getting embarrassed and scared of talking too much but i’m going to show more in the future)

Uh and last one i can kinda talk about would be Akihisa…. Where to start erm… so he’s my silly little rabbit and i torment him. He has the most issues while also like the least. First off he doesn’t live with his biological parents he was adopted ^-^ so like….. essentially . hmmm. Okay so essentially his father came from outside of Japan when he was a bit younger to pursue filming (which he didn’t stick around in but it’s okay) and he met Akihisas mother who was (and still is) a model. So their relationship did not work out but hey they have a kid now. The kid doesn’t have a mother whose permanently in his life and the father is kinda. Yeag. ANYWAYS so the fun thing is his dad was able to get help from his college friend to look after Akihisa because he had to leave (i’m sorry i’m lazy right now and don’t want to give the actual explanation) and this is when the Komatsu family comes in because they basically adopt him. So this family consists of Mrs Komatsu who is Akihisas fathers friend and she’s an actress who mostly just does smaller roles but anyways there’s also her husband who is a literature professor at a local college and then the siblings are Toshiko (eldest), who works as a model agent, and Ikuya (youngest but now middle child) whose actually in a unit (it’s more so an actual band he’s not a idol but you know what i mean) and is the reason why Akihisa wanted to become an idol in the first place. Also when he first went to yumenosaki for the first like two years he had dyed hair, specifically black hair because he didn’t like standing out from his family. ALSO in !! he’s a graduate just a fair. Information. He also was the leader of his ex-unit and it has the worst fucking name you could have everrrrr named something. It was literally called THE ODYSSEY… and also he was like not prepared to be a leader he let his unitmates walk all over him until the very end when the group split. Also one of the unitmates in that group became the leader of the current unit he’s in and it’s obviously a lot more functional now.

 I’m starting to get tired i’ve been writing this document for 3 days and just spent atleast 3-4 hours writing the rest of this. This is like. The bare minimum of a summary for all my ocs and i am so sorry for that…

[writer-komaru]

Kink/Fluff-ly! For the month of July!

(Since my requests are closed rn, you can comment a character you want me to write a prompt down here for! ^^ I don’t know if anyone will actually want to, but please like and share so others can see this! ;v;)

Update! (I’m going to close requesting on the 7th of June! Since I’m going to work on these in order so I can release them daily during July, I’ll need them to be all ready and done before then! :> if they aren’t all filled by the date, I’ll fill in the rest myself if need be so don’t feel pressured to request!)

(GN = Gender Neutral F = Female M = Male)

(Status ~ closed!!)

1st ~ first time “uh… um… so, where does it… go? (Chihiro)

2nd ~ pervert “Hahh… you're so hot w-when you do that.” (Kagehara ~F)

3rd ~ lingerie “come on! Please try this on!!” (Mukuro ~M)

4th ~ edging “nghh!!~ p-please, I can’t take it anymore!” (Kyoko ~F)

5th ~ masochist “mph! Can… can you slap me again?” (Nagito ~GN)

6th ~ sadist “hehehe~ you like being messed around with, don’t you?~” (Nagito ~GN)

7th ~ tied up + gag “MPHHH!!~ ahhh~” (Korekiyo ~GN)

8th ~ toys “Ah! B-be gentle with that!” (Mikan ~GN)

9th ~ breeding “Ahh~ Fuck, I want to fill you up so bad…” (Nagito ~GN {Afab})

10th ~ cock warming “p-please! S-s-stop movi- Nghh~” (Shuichi ~F)

11th ~ threesome “Oh, you feel so good right now, don’t you?” “Heheh!~ It’s all over their face!”(Nagito +Hajime ~GN)

12th ~ aphrodisiacs “p-please… ah, it burns, I need… you.” (Miu ~M)

13th ~ public / gets caught “AGH! I-it’s not what it l-looks like!!” (Makoto Naegi ~GN)

14th ~ humiliation “ehhh~ s-stop… embarrassing me… I can’t help it.” (Byakuya ~GN)

15th ~ roleplay “why not we just get this over with, huh?” (Fuyuhiko)

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16th ~ “but you’re so warm!” (Komaru ~GN)

17th ~ “shh, I’m here, I’m here.” (Hajime ~GN)

18th ~ “you look so gorgeous in that.” (Sonia ~GN)

19th ~ “please… just one more?” (Seiko ~GN)

20th ~ “ugh… you're lucky you’re so adorable…” (Byakuya ~GN)

21th ~ “I-I didn’t mean to say that!” (Ryota ~GN)

22th ~ “but I don’t wanna let go!” (Mikan ~GN)

23th ~ “Hm? Why did you stop?” (Izayoi)

24th ~ “awww you’re blushing!” (Kokichi ~GN)

25th ~ “please, hold me.” (Shuichi ~GN)

26th ~ “you know I’d do anything for you, right?” (Juzo)

27th ~ “you always take my breath away.” (Kyosuke)

28th ~ “hop on, let me give you a piggyback ride! (Chisa)

29th ~ “stop hogging the blanket!!” (Hajime)

30th ~ “you…. You bring something out of me I’ve never felt before.” (Mukuro ~M)

31th ~ Day off TvT hehe

Please I’m begging you guys > <

[nctmania]

Office Sex

This is pure filth.💦 Read at your own risk. ;)

Frustration and madness traveled down your spine. Even though you had thought that you won’t occur a word, you were still here, standing in front of him with clenched fists as you now finally broke the deadly silence.

“If you’re so damn busy then why not just let me do it myself! You don’t want me, do you?” You screamed at the confused man who was sitting behind the wooden office desk. After giving him one final angered look, you turned around and made your way to the office door, opening it.

“Y/n, come back here,” Jaehyun spoke in a low voice, showing how desperate and pissed off he was.

“Sure!” You said as you got out of the room, slamming the door shut with a loud thump. That is probably going to turn things even worse. But you didn’t care. It was enough. You had almost been begging Jaehyun to fuck you today but all he talked about was work. You were horny. And frustrated. With work, with everything, the new project. You have been working for hours for days now and all you needed was a little break. Was it too much to ask?

“If he thinks he doesn’t need me the way I need him then it’s okay. I don’t care anymore.” You walked towards your office to get some work done. You needed to take your mind off the need you felt between your legs. Anyhow.

As you were about to sit down on the chair, you heard the door open, footsteps entering the room. “Yes?” You spoke in a frustrated voice.

“It’s me.” It was Jaehyun. His voice was soft, calming you down a little.

“I need to work, Jae! What is it?”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I wasn’t being considerate.” His expression made it clear that his apology was genuine.

“That’s it? If you’re done, you can go. I’m fine.”

“No, I am not done yet.”

He walked towards you slowly, his breathing loud in the air. You could hear it so clearly, as your heart thumped inside your chest. Your gaze was fixed upon his. The way he looked at you with need and want. And oh, the way his delicious scent was working its wonders on your brain. And your core. You just needed him to satisfy your ache.

As soon as he reached you, who was standing in front of the desk, his hands found their place to your waist. You felt his thumb stroking circles around your curve. The material of your clothes seductively traveling around that area. His stronghold lifted you by your waist as he made you sit on the desk. A moan left your lips as you felt the cold surface beneath your ass.

Breathing in harshly at your moan his hands traveled down your thighs so slowly that it was almost painful. “Jae, please.” You pleaded with him to fuck you, to stretch you. You wanted his pretty, pink cock inside you, pumping mercilessly.

“Open your legs, baby.” He could make you come just by that deep voice. You opened your legs wide as he stood in between them. He was looking at your eyes this whole time, staring deep. Like fucking you with them. You bit your bottom lip catching his attention. His eyes now traveled down to your lip. Pulling your legs, making you press closer to him, aggressively. He started kissing you. A deep, passionate kiss. You sucked at his plump lips as he sucked at your tongue, making you moan. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his huge cock. “Just for you, baby.” He said in a breathy moan.

“Mmh. Just for me.” You pushed your panty down letting it fall to the heel of your left leg.

“Is this what you wanted?” He said in a teasing voice.

As you opened your mouth, just about to respond, he thrusted his whole length inside your dripping cunt. Slamming it all the way in, spreading your needy walls.

“Ahhh! Jae!” You threw your head back as your pussy tried adjusting to his length. He was stretching you completely. He was so thick inside you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He looked at you intently, seeing you in pleasure because of him.

He started pumping into you harshly. Wet sloppy sounds, along with your moans, filled the air. You felt delightful. “Jae, harder. Fuck me harder.”

“Agh!” He growled near your ear as fucked you harder. “You like my cock fucking you like that? You like spreading your legs like this to me, baby?”

“Ah! Y-yes, Jae.” You screamed his name louder as he left bites down your neck, making you scratch at his still clothed back.

“Ah, Kitten!” You heard him say as he picked you up and walked towards the door. He pushed you against it and started moving again. This position made you feel so vulnerable. And you could also feel him hit deeper, your ass banging against the door.

“J-jae, I’m so c..close.” You whimpered, making him want to pleasure you more. So he ripped your shirt open and started sucking at your boobs.

“Then. Come. Come on my dick, all around it.”

You closed your eyes as you felt him stroking you like crazy. You loved being filled by his cock like that. You were complete. The intense pleasure that he was giving you made it hard for you to delay your orgasm as you came all around him. Coating his hard cock with your juices. You came hard, body shaking. He was still going on, chasing his high, overstimulating your pussy.

“Ah fuck, Jae! I-I… N-Noo!!” You squirted all around the place, coming again. Jaehyun was now grunting like an animal, reaching deeper to shoot up his juices right into your tight hole. You felt his body shake as his thrusts got sloppier. He came with a throaty, loud moan. Cum started dripping from your pussy as he filled you with his seed.

“Aaah! Y/n. I can’t stop.”