#hmm... this could be good for her ngl

[djarinsbeskar]

Hmm... it's the way Ragnar is so like Rhain that I can instantly see Medic becoming attached to him, especially after Paz's death.

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[042-240]

i only logged in to say this

WHY DID THEY DO MY BABYBOY LASS (T) SO DIRTY 😭😭😭

WHY DOES HE LOOK SO GENERIC SO SOULLESS IM DO MAD

[tyunniez]

converse high... bttm male reader

!!.. this has to be my worst work yet,, uhh rough sex, creampie, kinda vanilla ngl, not proofread idfk also bts ref borahae 💜

you jumped around in excitement to see one of your favorite group is finally going on tour! and they're coming to your city!

you immediately rushed to check the tickets, choosing the vip standing seat. " wait, how much money do I have left? " you stopped yourself before making a bad decision.

you looked at your bank account and almost passed out. you're broke as hell.

" why the hell am I so broke? " you questioned yourself, trying to find a genuine reason.

you scanned throughout your room till your eyes landed on your closet. " ah. that's why. "

multiple articles of clothing brimmed your closet causing it to overfill, making you slightly grimace at how your clothing rail was holding on for its dear life.

you recently went on another shopping haul after seeing your favorite idol adorning a new collection that was released by your favorite fashion brand.

you just had to get it.

yeah, maybe you had a bit of a spending problem..

your parents have spoiled you since birth because you're their one and only child. no, you weren't wealthy. you had to take on jobs multiple times, but hey hard work pays off!

you were currently on your break, and you intended to spend it going shopping till you went broke but unfortunately, due to you blowing your money to buy another vip standing ticket, that money mysteriously vanished.

" hmm.. is there any job I can do right now? " you rolled around in bed while scrolling through your phone, trying to find any quick gag you could do to earn some cash.

you ended up throwing your phone to the wall, groaning aloud when you could find none.

" i'm so lazy! not to mention my piles of assignments... " you sighed to yourself, opting to go downstairs instead to eat your sorrows away.

you were greeted by both of your parents downstairs, your mom already getting started on making lunch. " oh dear, what's wrong? you look stressed. "

you go to stand beside her, washing your hands in the process to help her cook. " I'm looking for a job to buy a ticket for a concert. my fav group is coming here you know! " you complained to your mom.

you grab the onion and began slicing it, shedding a few tears meanwhile. your mom thinks to herself, turning to you with an idea.

" you know our neighbor is actually looking for someone to babysit her kid. the pay is quite good since her kid is quite.. naughty. " you stared at the soup you were stirring and hummed.

" i can send you the details if you're interested, dear. " you nodded and decided to see how much would the pay be, who knows it might be enough.

a bonus is the kid has a total hottie as her brother!

you took one look at the pay and were sold immediately. you did the math and doing this for the amount of time needed will be more than enough.

i mean, babysitting can't be that hard, right?

⊹₊⋆

you sighed nervously as you finally approached the front door, your tote bag on your shoulder with everything you needed inside. you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for the mom to greet you.

instead, you were greeted by someone else. " you the new babysitter? "

you stuttered, brain short-circuiting. instead of answering, you stared at the man in front of you.

the red-haired cocked his head to the side, waiting for you to answer with a raised brow. " hello? you there? " he asked in an annoyed tone.

" oh, oh yeah sorry. y-yeah, i'm the new babysitter. " you gripped the strap of your tote bag, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you.

he hummed and opened the door wider for you to come in. you excused yourself and stepped into the house.

you walked up to ms. moore to greet her but before you could say anything she rushed towards you, her bag already in her hand.

" oh yn dear! i was just about to leave! thank god you're here. so there's money on the counter in case maya wants anything to eat. you can ask my son for any help. i'll be back before one so i hope you can withstand.. "

before you could ask any questions, she already rushed her way out towards the door. " jason, you better help the babysitter this time! thank you again and i'll see you when i get back, dear! "

with a slam of the door, she was gone.

you stood there, trying to process the information she just dumped on you. in your shocked state, jason gave you a pat on the shoulder. " she always does that. good luck dealing with that devil. ", was all he said before leaving you alone.

" maya, go easy on him! " he shouted upstairs.

you turned to the kid staring at you from the couch, a little concerned about what he just said. you've dealt with kids before, this will be easy.

⊹₊⋆

god, you regretted even thinking that.

there was a reason why babysitters kept dropping out like flies. this kid might as well come straight from hell!

you let out a long sigh as you crashed onto the sofa. you finally managed to put maya to sleep. though you couldn't really relax, still scared she might pull something with you thinking she was asleep.

" don't worry she's asleep. " you looked to the side to see jason slipping next to you on the couch, remote in his hand as he scrolled through various movies.

you let out another sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest and closing your eyes. you crossed your legs over one another, inspecting your slightly dirty converse high.

you peered over next to you, silently admiring jason.

you observed how his grown-out wolf cut, his red-haired that was now washed out is slightly messy, making it look like he just rolled out of bed.

your eyes were especially glued to his piercings. from his industrial to his snake bite, god he has so much.

you were more so drawn to his lips, that you could see his tongue-piercing. he purposely toyed with it, flicking his tongue out to tease you.

he licked his lips ever so slowly, his pink tongue grazing over his lower lip, not forgetting to graze over his snake bite. you gulped and looked away to try to get your mind on something else.

you didn't want to pop a boner in someone else's house!

" had enough already? " his sultry voice suddenly asked. you whipped your neck to look at him, eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight, did he catch me staring..?

you cleared your throat and grabbed a nearby pillow to try to cover your growing hard-on.

" w-what're you talking about? " you glued your eyes towards the tv, trying to seem as unbothered as you can, thou the stuttering clearly gave it away..

jason rolled his eyes and discarded the pillow you were clinging onto, " oh come on, don't play dumb now. "

he pinned you down on the couch, caging you in leaving you no choice but to look at him.

" don't tell me you didn't notice at all.. "

you tried your best to look at him in the eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. well, he was really touchy.. his hands always found their way to touch you no matter.

he always knows just where and when to linger his touches to make you slightly flustered, the way he held your waist earlier still not leaving your eyes.

he also never took his eyes off of you ever since you stepped into his house. his eyes always trailing over to wherever you are, observing whatever the hell you are doing.

your cheeks got redder as you turned your head to the side, trying to hide from his gaze. " see i know you were a smart boy, now how far are you willing to go, bunny? "

you clasped your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. this is all too lewd!

you peeked down to look at him and the view below you was breathtaking.

jason's messy hair was now slicked back with his sweat, his big hands holding your legs open as his tongue worked its way on your dick. you could feel his tongue piercing along it, the added sensation making your thigh quiver.

you slowly released your hold on your own mouth, breath shaky. " jason, i-i'm close.. " your meal voice was shaky from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

he hummed and just continued to suck you, his hand now fondling your balls, massaging them as if to coax you to release.

you gripped the bedsheet below you, the warmth of his mouth mixed with the occasional cold feeling of his piercing was driving you over the edge. with a loud moan, you finally released in his mouth, eyes closing in bliss.

jason swallowed it all, making sure not to leave any drop behind. you didn't know whether to feel grossed out by it or not.

" ready to move on now bunny? " jason asked you while grabbing a bottle of lube, squirting a glob of it on his fingers. you silently nodded and watched as he squirted another glob on your hole.

" cold.. " you whined at him, feeling the chilliness of the lube. " don't worry, i'll warm you right up bunny. " he smiled.

he first inserted one finger into you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. he began slowly moving it, occasionally grazing over that spot that made you see stars.

he then inserted another and another, steadily picking up his pace and getting more rougher as time went on. your eyes shoot back open as you kept your lips as tight as you could.

you were close and jason seemed to know this too.

before you could reach your climax, he swiftly pulled his fingers out. you looked up at him in confusion, dumbfounded as to why he stopped. " w-why'd you stopped? "

he took off his boxer, tossing it somewhere else. " don't tell me you were gonna cum just from that. the real fun begins now, bunny "

you watched as jason stroked his own dick, pouring lube on it. he was big. maybe too big for you. " are you sure it'll fit.. " you asked him while your eyes still trained on it.

" don't worry.. " he aligned himself with your hole, " i'll make it fit. "

with that, he shoved himself into you, the student action made you let out a loud moan. your eyes instantly teared up from the sudden stretch. you bit your lips to make sure no other noise escaped from you.

he was so big and you felt so.. full. his tip perfectly kissed your prostate, almost as if you were molded just for him.

" look at you taking it so well.. i knew i should've stuffed you full the moment i saw you. "

you stifled another incoming moan. your hands both covered your face, trying to hide your flushed face. two hands suddenly held onto your wrist, effectively prying your hands off of your face.

" don't hide this gorgeous face from me now. "

his own fingers intertwined with your own as he pounded into you roughly, going fast and aggressive from the start. a string of moans left your lips, your voice shaky due to how fast he was.

soon, one of his hands sneaked its way onto your thigh, hoisting it up. you almost screamed from how much deeper he was inside you. you didn't think it was even possible.

" jasonn, i'm near.. " you whined. your own dick bounced and twitched begging for release. " i'm close too, bunny.. cum with me, yeah? "

you nodded while jason held onto your ankles, his fingers digging into the fabric of your converse high. he somehow began speeding up, chasing his own climax.

you closed your mouth with your own hand, knowing damn well your moans were echoing throughout the house already.

with no warning whatsoever, you felt the warm liquid soon filling your inside, dropplings of it escaping from your hole. the feeling of being filled with jason's thick cock mixed with his own cum running down your ass caused you to also release.

you shut your eyes as your release painted your stomach white, some of it landing on jason's.

after a few moments of silence, he then let go of your ankles, slowly pulling out. you winced at the feeling of emptiness. you rolled to the side, jason also crawling next to you.

you soon almost lull yourself to sleep before remembering that tomorrow you have to babysit maya. oh god maya. you prayed she was sleeping like a baby and didn't hear anything.

" shit.. i honestly can't feel my legs and i still have to babysit maya tomorrow... " you groaned out loud next to him, trying to brainstorm an idea on how to babysit that devil in your current state.

jason only laughed next to you. talking about how he'll figure out a way to deal with her tomorrow. you hope he will since you can't miss the pay...

[msmk11]

Hiii!! I love your work so much and was wondering if you could do a poly marauders (and lily) x hufflepuff coded fem reader comfort fic 💛 maybe they are just having a bad day, being insecure and everyone tries there best to comfort her? thankyou (even if you decide not to)

Omg hi lovely! Thank you so much for the request. This is actually my first ever and I’m so excited and happy to write it for you! I hope it lives up to your standards - MK <3

Just Hold Me For Awhile

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Poly!Marauders + Lily x fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Cw: low self-esteem, hurt/comfort, sad/anxious reader

A/n: Baby’s first request! Ngl I rewrote this like three times, but now it finally feels genuine and I’m very happy with it. I hope you all enjoy :)

There is no evidence to confirm your fears besides the incessant voice inside your head.

You’re not good enough.

You’re not smart enough.

You’re not funny enough.

You’re not pretty enough.

Eventually, they’re all going to leave you.

You are going to end up alone.

Deep down, you know none of these things are true. But reason is no match for your anxiety and the extraordinariness of each of your partners.

James- best Gryffindor chaser the team has had

in years.

Lily- number one in your class.

Remus- Casanova of Gryffindor tower.

Sirius- absolutely fearless in the face of adversity.

You- the ordinary Hufflepuff who just got lucky.

It consistently amazes you that you ended up in a relationship with these four bold, well-known, and well-liked Gryffindors. They all love you so much and you feel grateful that you get to love and be loved by them everyday.

But no matter how much love and care they give you, it cannot entirely soothe the deep-rooted feeling of inadequacy lurking within. You can’t help but sometimes feel out of place in your own relationship- not because your partners exclude you, but rather because your obvious ordinariness situates you outside their circular of extraordinariness.

It’s a feeling that’s lingered since the four first showed interest in you, but recently it’s been possessing you tenfold.

All these thoughts are racing around in your head as you sit at the foot of Sirius’ bed in the boys’ dormitory. Peter is off on a date, leaving you five with some much needed alone time. The moment is serene, with Sirius painting your nails a soft green, Lily braiding Sirius’ hair out of his face, Remus dangling over the edge talking to you three, and James on top of him, massaging his back.

The four are talking about some recent Hogwarts drama, so you’ve sort of zoned out of the conversation, only adding in commentary here or there.

“I mean, I’m so glad Pandora hexed him,” Lily says, “he totally deserved it.”

“I just never would’ve pinned her as the type of person to hex someone, with the way she’s so soft spoken and all,” Sirius replies.

“She does hang out with your brother and Junior though,” Remus reminds him.

“And Evan is her brother,” James adds with a laugh, “it’s in her blood. I just wish I could’ve seen Mulciber’s face.”

“It probably looked as dumb and stupid as always, if not more so,” Sirius jokes.

Everyone busts out laughing and you faintly chuckle through your anxiety-induced brain fog.

Someone taps the side of your cheek.

“Doll, you there?”

You jolt out of your trance and look at Sirius, “hmm? Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted anything else done to your nails.”

You briefly glance down at your perfectly manicured nails, “oh, uh, yeah. Perfect as always, my star.”

Remus reaches down and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “are you okay, dove? I feel like you’ve been awfully quiet today.”

You smile a little and wave him off, “oh yeah, fine. Just tired, Moons.”

“Wanna come take a nap, angel?” James asks sweetly, opening his arms.

Though you’re not actually that tired, it’s mainly just an excuse, you can’t pass up the offer from your cuddliest of boyfriends. You peck Sirius’ cheek as a thank you for doing your nails and then crawl onto James’ lap. You situate your head on his chest and curl up as he wraps his arms around you. His musky cologne eases the knots in your stomach a little and you try to focus on the steady beat of his heart.

“Better?” he mumbles into your hair.

You quietly hum in confirmation.

You keep your eyes closed all cuddled up with James as you listen to your partners quietly chat. Within minutes of your getting settled you sense movement on the bed. Remus shifts upwards to lay next to you and James- you can tell from the sudden increase in body heat- and you feel Sirius and Lily lay down at your feet.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of rough lips- Remus’ lips- against your forehead. Though he thinks you’re asleep, you hear him whisper, “get some rest, my sweet girl.”

Someone’s head falls on your knee and then you hear Lily’s voice, “she’s so pretty when she sleeps, isn’t she? All soft and peaceful.”

You recognize Sirius’ habitual stroking of your leg with his thumb as he adds, “I didn’t think she could get any softer or sweeter, but here we are.”

“Our angel,” James coos.

Though you suppose most would feel pretty lucky to hear these things about themselves, they only make you feel worse.

You hate yourself.

You hate yourself for having four wonderful, caring, and loving partners, and you can’t even appreciate them because of your own self-loathing. You despise this nasty habit of self-sabotage, but you’re not sure how to break it.

As you lay there and listen to them say such nice things about you, you feel a lump grow in your throat and hot tears spring to your eyes. The tightness in your chest is near painful, and you need some relief.

You try to shift just the slightest- as if you’re just moving around in your sleep- to bury your head in James’ chest, out of everyone’s eyesight.

But once you let one tear drop, a whole rainstorm comes. You try and keep your sobs and sniffling quiet, but your hot, wet tears give you away to James.

“Angel?” James asks worriedly. He pulls you away from his chest to look at your face and sees the snotty, tear-stained mess you’ve become.

“Dove,” Remus pleads worriedly, “what’s wrong? What’s happened.”

Your sobs are too strong for you to respond and you can only shrug your shoulders. Your eyes are blinded by tears and you can’t see their faces, but you know they’re filled with concern and worry. To make them worry like this only causes you to cry harder.

You’re not really aware of what’s happening around you. All you know is one minute your in James’ arms, and the next in Sirius’. Sirius strokes your hair away from your face and holds you in his lap like a baby. He rocks you back and forth quietly, not saying anything at all.

It’s nice, not having to say anything and just crying. Even if you had the ability to speak through your tears, you don’t know that you could. There’s no easy way to describe your feelings of inadequacy, and no amount of ‘talking it out’ could ever just solve the problem either. So you just cry. Cry because you’re angry that you feel this way. Cry because you’re sad. Cry because you’re tired. Tired of not feeling like you’re ever enough. And you cry just because you can. Because you know that your partners will be there for you for as long as you need to cry.

And when the sobs finally quiet to a hiccup here or there, you appreciate that they give you silence to breathe and just process everything.

Lily stands and wanders off, coming back with a glass of water that she presses into your hands. You sip it gently before James takes it from you and sets it on the nightstand. Remus goes and grabs a hot washcloth, wiping your face oh so gently with a soft look in his brown eyes. Sirius hands you back to James- your most tactile partner- and settles again at your feet.

Then, with the most quiet and tender voice, Sirius asks you only one thing, “What do you need from us?”

“Just hold me for awhile.”

And so, like many days before, and hopefully every day after, you five pile into bed, reveling in each other’s warmth and security.

As you lay surrounded by your lovers, you know that even though those same lousy feelings continue to reside inside of you, you will figure it out. And when you’re ready to talk, or rant, or cry some more, your partners will be there.

[cynarisgayass]

𓍊𓋼~Maid for eachother~𓋼𓍊

Type: Oneshot

Description: Welp, I already wrote some of this and then Tumblr posted it without my consent so...here's it again. T-T Maid oneshot, cause I can and all that. Smut.

Rating: Explicit

Reader: GN, Afab, Maid, wears a dress

Featuring: Arlecchino

Warnings: Sir/master/pet/dear, biting, knee riding, SMUT

Arlecchino:

"Miss-"

"Sir."

You stood up straighter, feeling heat run through your body and flood your cheeks, a reaction that wasn't common when you normally met masters. "My apologies...sir. Is there anything you need from me?"

"Currently...I suppose you could neaten the files on my desk. Some have fallen to the floor and I simply don't have the need to pick them up myself." She tilted her head, resting it on her hand as she gestures to the stack of papers...right next to her. The ones on the ground mere inches from touching her.

You gave a small nod in agreement and slowly made your way over to her. The air felt stiffer the closer you got and despite not directly looking at her...you could tell she was watching you closely, judging your very existence.

With ease you neatened the stack of files on her desk and kneeled down to fetch the ones on the floor, trying desperately not to make eye contact or touch her. Just as you were about to stand she moved, her sharp nails softly scraping against the bottom of your chin as she made you look up at her.

It felt so intimidating that you almost forgot how to breath, "Sir-"

"Tell me, what exactly are your jobs limitations? What counts as a need hmm?"

You gulped as you thought about your answer. The limitations were pretty much up to you, as a maid your job was simple...please your master. "I believe sir, that as long as I'm assisting in making your life easier and pleasing you to the best of my abilities that my job is being fulfilled...did you have another task for me?"

"Yes, yes I think I do. Could you sit in my lap dear?"

Your eyes widened at her request, even though you knew what this was leading to...it was still surprising to actually hear, but of course you wouldn't deny such a striking master, "Yes sir."

Her hands guided you onto her lap, her nails practically digging into the fabric of your maid attire. She seemed eager for more, "Ah, that's much better. Though I wouldn't mind if you...adjusted...yourself to get more comfortable."

Your heart skipped a beat as she moved her leg beneath you, her knee perfectly flush with your lower regions and your body seemingly under her control. A soft gasp escaped your lips as she moved your hips, helping you start while she watched your reactions. Her eye contact with you never broke, even as you began to rock against her, like she was hypnotized by you.

"What a good little pet you are~"

Moans of ecstasy trickled from your throat as you tried to answer her, stuttering out a rushed "Mnnn y-yes sir" while your wetness coated her pant leg. You let your head fall back and she took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss your collarbones. Her teeth grazed your skin and you went weak with joy as they dug into your partially exposed shoulder.

"Someone's getting worked up, aren't they~"

Her words tickled your ear as she nibbled on it, sending sparks through out you. Your mouth watered and you forced yourself down on her knee roughly, proving her point as you finished with a delightful mewl. Riding out that wonderful feeling while your insides shivered in excitement, yet still you weren't done. "S-sir, is there any-thing else?"

"There's plenty of work to be done~"

Okay ngl, this was supposed to have more people, but I got bored after having to redo the post again...so daddy Arlecchino is what we get. But hey, that's fine right :/

[pablitogavii]

Clingyy

"Amooooor!!! Don't go!! Porfavooorrr!" Pablo was whining while laying on the bed pulling on your waist hoping you would just give in and cuddle with him.

You planed a pool night with some of the Barça Wags awhile back and now everyone was finally back at Barcelona so you decided tonight would be a great time to hang out finally.

"Cariño, I promised them! Besides, we will cuddle all night when I get back??" you say turning around and cupping his now pouting face which looked way too adorable not to kiss.

Once your lips collided he added his tongue (look at that gif hehe) deepening the kiss and pulling you on top while you moaned. You pulled away quickly knowing exactly what he was trying to do right now, little devil!

"You're trying to bribe me to stay!" you say sitting up still straddling his lap and his hands squeezed your ass while he chuckled nodding his head trying to kiss you again but you pulled back making him fall back down in exaggeration. You just laughed it off and left to get changed.

Barça Boys Groupchat

pablitoo: i fucking hate when they go out alone!!

frenkie: me too! 😒

pepito: ikr! why can't we join too???

lewy: bc it's girls night😑

ferran: ngl i wanted mine to stay for a diff reason 😏

pepito: me too!

frenkie: same!

pablitoo: me too!

You wore your new red bikini looking for a dress when Pablo called your name form the room again. He was so clingy and you LOVED it secretly!

"Si?" you say peeking through the closet and he used his fingers to show you to move closer which you did giving him a full view of your bikini set.

Bikini you wore:

"You're not wearing that one when I'm not there amor!" he said pulling you close and placing his grabby hands on your hips massaging them slowly. You were slowly getting turned on whenever he would act all possessive like this.

"It's gonna be just us girls at the pool cariño.." you say sitting down on his lap letting his hands roam your body freely really much hating that you can't just stay right now.

"Hmm but I prefer to be the only one to see you in this one princesa.." he said kissing between your breasts and you had to pull away or you would melt into a puddle right there. Damn you Pablo!

"I have to go now Pablo or I'm going to be late" you say grabbing the dress quickly about to leave but his strong hands wrapped around you from behind trapping you there while his chin was resting on your shoulder.

"I'm not letting you go.." he groaned and you sighed playing with veins on his arm for a few minutes just letting his settle his craving to hold you thinking that would make him more reasonable.

"You want me to stay this badly.." you say feeling his head move against your neck as he nodded not saying anything but nuzzling closer into you as you smiled. He was so adorable when he got clingy like this.

"You do know I hate you for being this cute!, right!?" you say turning around in his arms and he just held you tighter afraid you will try to pull away but you didn't instead moving your hand underneath his t-shirt touching his strong abs.

"A..amor?" he groaned a little when your hand moved slowly lower and you smirked looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hmm you really don't want me to go...?"you say feeling his bulge against your hand and he smirks shaking his head and calling you a 'chica mala' which was always such a massive turn on..you were only his 'chica mala'.

"Fine then..let me call them and cancel" you say and he nodded starting to kiss your neck already while you dialed Mikky's number already feeling breathless. He pulled you onto the bed sitting you on his lap while you waited for an answer.

"H..hey Mikky! Sorry I can't come..ugh..t..tonight" you were struggling to talk because Pablo was already sucking on your weak spot and you were desperately trying not to moan.

"What happened sis? You feeling good?" Mikky asked and you wished you could tell her just how ;good' you were feeling right now but instead you caught your breath pushing Pablo back so he stops kissing you.

"Um..yeah! I'm fine but..Pablo..he got a fever..and so I need to stay you know" you lie seeing him smirk and move closer again whispering into your ear.

"Si..I have a fever..but only from how badly I want you right now bebé" he smirked when you hit his shoulder whispering for him to shut up while listening to what Mikky was saying on the phone.

"Well, I hope he feels better. I will see you soon! Have fun!" she said before you both hung up and you have Pablo a challenging look.

"Really!? You couldn't wait for me to lie properly..now she knows I only stayed because you can't keep your hands off me!!" you say and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling you back so that you were laying on top of him.

"You're the one who started touching my abs..and grabbing me down there preciosa" he said and you blushed kissing his lips feeling him flip you over and move in between your legs.

"I think we both can't keep our hands to ourselves, huh?" he said and you smile nodding your knowing it was definitely a good decision to stay with your clingyy boyfriend ;))

[magewritesstories]

Hi i was just wondering if you could write something of James potter and Fem!reader (established relationship) where basically they are at a Gryfindor party and basically there is this guy who has a huge crush on her and is being low-key creepy about it and it’s just James being the protective bf he is.

If not don’t worry!!!! x

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summary: James Potter doesn't share anything, especially not his girlfriend TW: underage drinking note: ngl, I don't see James as the jealous type, but he is super protective. Also idek if Amos was in their year, but for the sake of the story he is.

JAMES POTTER IS NOT A JEALOUS GUY.

Really, he isn't. But dear Godrick he's never wanted to bash someone's head in with a bottle of firewhiskey so badly—but that might just be the empty bottle talking.

He watched from a good ten feet away as Amos Diggory flirted with you with a wide smirk.

As mentioned before, James wasn't a jealous guy. He couldn't blame the stares you got whilst walking through the halls, or the way some eyes would linger when you laughed a little too loudly at one of his dumb jokes.

You were stunning, and James didn't blame people for seeing that. Hell, he was glad they did. Besides, he couldn't ignore the tiny ego boost he got from the fact that at the end of the day he was your boyfriend and not any of them.

Amos however didn't seem to understand that.

James's eyes narrowed as he slung his arm around you oh-so casually as he told a (probably stupid) joke. You gave him a small smile, a polite one—yep, definitly a stupid joke.

"You planning on murdering Diggory by glaring, mate?" Siruis asked, walking over to his best friend with a grin, "I'm afraid you're not one of those guys from Peter's superhero books—hey wormy, which one was it? With the laser eyes?"

Peter looks up from his drink in confusion, "Superman?"

"Yeah, that one," Sirius snapped his fingers, "So, is that your plan? Burning Diggory with you laser eyes?"

"The only thing burning in here is Prongs," Remus replied with a laugh. James rolled his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lily decided to join in on the conversation and added in a teasing tone: "Really, 'cause you look a little uhm... green."

"I'm not jealous, I don't get jealous," He replied with a scoff, glancing in your direction again, "Especially not of guys like Amos Diggory."

His friends all gave him sceptical looks as he grabbed another bottle of fire whiskey. "Why would I be jealous. I have nothing to be jealous about," He insisted, staring intently as Amos dragged you and Dorcas towards the dance floor.

"What about the fact that he's already asked out Y/N like three times?" Peter replied casually. The entire friendgroup turned towards him, "What?"

He jsut shrugged, "Yeah, he just asked her out three times in the past two hours—watching him get rejected twice was awkward, the third time it was just sad."

"And you're mentioning this now?!"

"I thought you knew, I mean you've been staring at them the entire night."

James put down his bottle of firewhiskey and made his way over to the two of you.

"That's not fair—you're just Slughorn's favourite," You replied, smiling as you whirled the drink in your hand.

Amos grinned at you, "Yeah, well, maybe if you spent more time actually listening during class you'd be able to catch up with me. Maybe."

You rolled you eyes at the statement. "Oh, please, Diggory, if anything I'm doing you a favour. If I actually tried during classes I'd leave you in the dust."

"Oh, yeah?" The blond asked, raising a brow at you, "Maybe I should return the favour by taking you to Honeydukes this weekend."

"Hmm, no, I think I'm good," You reply as politely as you can, mustering a small smile.

This was the fourth time Amos had asked you out in the past two hours. And also the fourth time you'd rejected him.

How did he not know you had a boyfriend? You'd think that after that kiss (read: pretty much a make-out session) with James after Gryffindor beat (read: wiped the floor with) Hufflepuff last quidditch match, people would know the two of you were dating.

Apparantly not.

"Besides—" A loud, familiar voice sounded as James put his arm around you shoulder— "We've already got plans for this weekend."

The brunette give you a sloppy kiss and a satisfied grin, "Don't we, babe?"

You smile and nod. "Mhm, you promised me a drink at the Three Broomsticks."

Amos looked between you and James as you gave eachother lovesick stares.

Maybe you were laying it on extra thick just for Amos but they were lovesick stares nonetheless.

"Oh, uhm, well then..." He stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence. James turned to him with a raised brow, "Well, maybe you should be heading towards the firewhiskey."

Amos seemed to take the hint. Finally. He quickly scurried away and out of your sight.

You let out a sigh, "Thank you—for someone so smart that guy really doesn't know how to take a hint."

"Well, good thing you got me then," James replied, grinning from ear to ear as he kissed you again, "Your own personal superman."

You swung your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, "Mhm, so lucky."

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Breaking the Girl~ 18+ dom!joel

Summary: as a casual photographer, you find the opportunity to go with your neglectful boyfriend to his hometown for the summer thrilling. Taking photos of his neighbors and friends whilst not blowing money on a huge vacation sounds perfect, a small job with his mum, neighborhood summer get-togethers and weekend beach trips accompanied by your trusty camera, why not?! But when a certain charming Southern man, known as your boyfriend’s old boss, enters the mix, you cant take your lens off the fine older man, and he cant seem to take it off you either.

Pairings: (no-outbreak) dom!joel miller x sub f!reader

Warnings and notes: 18+, smutty smutty smut, dom!joel and sub!f!reader, piv, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, doll, darling), dirty talk, drinking, swearing, oral sex (f! receiving), arguments, age gap (reader is afab! in their early 20s and Joel in in his mid-early 50s), reader in uni, bit of a praise kink ngl, boyfriend being an asshole and Joel being just as charming as ever, reader has some cunty thoughts but good for her honestly, just pure unbridled filth with a semi developed backstory<3 no use of y/n

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A/N: hi all<3 I wanna thank you guys for the support of my previous Joel fic, I appreciate it so much<3 this is just a string of pure filth with limited backstory. my inbox is open for requests as usual, your feedback is always welcome and if you enjoy this fic please like, comment and reblog<3

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She was the girl Left alone Feeling the need To make me her home

I don't know what, when or why The twilight of love had arrived

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Summer was approaching quick and with your exams out of the way and all the stress of the last few months, the final week of university seemed kinda pointless. Yet here you were in class, daydreaming about all the things you would get up to. Perhaps you could rent a sea-side batch and spend your warm afternoons in the ocean before settling down with a book and a bottle of wine for the evenings. Or maybe, you could blow your barista allowance and go to Florida for the sweltering months. Truth is, you didn’t have any plans for the summer, and with the days counting down much too fast to comprehend, you found yourself at a loss for what to do on your break. No matter what you did, however, you know your trusty camera would be tucked to your side, film loaded in and an extra pocket in your bag to store the developed photos. Photography had been a passion of yours for as long as you could remember. You had saved up birthday and Christmas money for years in order to afford a camera for yourself and you had never gone anywhere without it. Unfortunately, the impending doom of your hobby “having no jobs”, as your father put it, meant that you had to change your uni major. Although, you had been cheeky and added in a photography paper here and there, just to satisfy yourself and to no knowledge of your father.

The sound of a backpack being thrown down next to you made you retreat from your thoughts with a jump. Your boyfriend pushed himself into a seat next to you, “So babe”, he began; god, how many times had you told him you hated being called that. “I was thinking, for the summer, you could come back home with me?” he finished. You looked at him with a frown, the last thing you wanted to do was spend another summer cooped up in a small town like the one you grew up in, the one you visited every holidays, just to be wrapped in uncomfortably tight hugs from elders commenting on, “well well, I haven’t seen you since you were this big”, making their hand level with their knees, “look at how pretty you’ve gotten, you have your mothers eyes dear, you must be so proud of her”, they would always say, giving a warm smile to your father as he too looked at you with a grin, knowing how insane you must think these strangers were. You loved seeing your father on breaks, but c’mon, sometimes you yourself needed some time to yourself.

You contemplated his offer briefly, “Hmm I don’t kno—” “Cmon!” he insisted, unwarily cutting you off, “It’ll be great, we can stay in my parents sleep out, I’ll be working for one of my neighbors who I had a job with in high school, and I’ve already asked my mom if she can find some work for you around her office. On weekends we can walk to the beach and go to the mall and whatnot, c’mon babe, it’ll be fun”. Great, a summer working in an office and hanging out with your boyfriends’ rich parents, sounds… delightful. But truth is, you didn’t have anything else to do over the summer, and maybe this would be a way to relax without spending a boatload of your hard-earned money on a shitty trip. “Hmm... fine, you’ve convinced me”, you pretend to be annoyed about it. He smiles and gives you a quick peck on the cheek which you ignore. “It’ll be great, we can go up Saturday afternoon. First day of summer, the adults in the neighborhood usually throw a barbecue at Joel’s, the guy I’m working for. Yeah, it’s a little rowdy with drunk adults and a pool thrown into the mix but I always find myself actually having fun”. At this point you felt a little excitement creep through you. You arrive and immediately there’s a party, hell yeah. Who cares about drunk middle-aged people when at least there are free drinks. “I’m sure we will have a great time”, you force a smile as he gazes at you, “as long as I’m with you”, he replies earnestly before adding repulsively, “can you bring something hot to wear, like those little shorts- I wanna impress everyone in town that you’re mine”. You cringed at the sudden ruin of the mood and his claiming you as his. It sends a nauseous feeling straight to your stomach with a hint of rage.

Six months ago, you may have laughed and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, but truth is, you had been meaning to break things off with him for a couple of weeks now. His constant unawareness to vile comments and the fact that you were always treated as an accessory to him, as if you weren’t a person at all, had just brought you to your breaking point. Not to mention your friend Em, who dated his much kinder friend, had broken the news that him and a girl in another one of his classes had been fucking on the regular. This should’ve hurt, but truth be told, you two had been distant for months now. The only reason that you hadn’t broken it off sooner was the slamming of exam period, as you spend two weeks with your head buried in books, barely seeing anyone, including him (you had kinda forgot about him over that time, if you were honest with yourself, and, you know you weren’t supposed to say it, but it felt kinda nice, not having the responsibility of constantly thinking about a significant other). Remembering all the outliers in your relationship, you cursed yourself for saying yes to the trip and not just calling it quits to spend summer alone. Well, you guessed you wouldn’t be seeing him all that much, with both of you working and you could use the excuse you wanted to check out the town to get away for a bit. God, you felt like a major bitch, but still, it was a free trip. So, fuck it. Call it compensation for how neglectful he had been of your relationship.

The trip back to his hometown was draining. You couldn’t help but wish your boyfriend would just ease up on the constant chatter so the two of you could sit in comfortable silence with the music blaring instead. He told you all about his neighbors and his parents and you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by this Joel Miller character he was working for. Single parent, self-made wealthy contractor with a charm about him, or so your boyfriend complimented, as he told the story of how Joel had offered him a job in high school when times were tight through his parents’ divorce. “Listen okay, literally everyone in town swoons for him but I’ve never seen him with anyone, I don’t know, maybe he’s just not looking to settle down. I personally don’t see it, he’s just an old man”, he mentions offhandedly. You were a little nervous to meet him after the string of admiration by your boyfriend.

Once you had arrived and his stepfather and mother had showered you with acclimation (“My goodness Sammy, look at this gorgeous thing, how did you manage to lock her down”). Getting ready for the much-awaited barbecue, you settled for simple, as the humid evening approaching told you that anymore layers, and you would be drenched in sweat. You added some accessories, equipping yourself with your camera and extra film as you and your boyfriend headed across the road to, supposedly, Joel’s house.

Already there was a congregation of neighbors and friends, all gathered around a pool in the backyard, beers in hands, chatting enthusiastically with others they, presumably, were all familiar with. It was utterly suburban, the sight bemusing you slightly as you force away a smirk. Making your way across the lawn and through already intoxicated neighbors you find a full cooler, preparing yourself with a beer before observing the strangers. Your boyfriend had taken off to greet friendly faces, taking the opportunity, you fixate your lens to your eye to capturing the action.

A sweep of the back garden and a few shots later your lens focuses on a tall man leaning on a porch pillar. You can’t help but stare through the disguise of your camera. The cross of his tanned broad arms stretching his t shirt against his chest, making the expanse that much more noticeable. One hand jammed into his pocket, the other superlatively cradling a beer.

His patchy beard lined his structured jaw, squinting as he laughed, dimples inverting the sides of his mouth exquisitely. All these featured crafted the most handsome man you think you had ever laid eyes on. Pressing the shutter, you snap a photo of him mid-laugh as a neighbor entertained him. His admirable laugh carried across the garden, a melody to your ears, you can’t help but smile to yourself.

“Babe!” you boyfriend calls from across the lawn, cringing once more at the pet name, you wander across the garden after being summoned. “This here is Joel”. Your eyes meet the older man finally greeting the stranger who has piqued your interest the past few hours. He had a southern charm about him, and the closer you get, you can see how broad he really is. His muscles sculpted through his shirt, the veins in his arm mimicking those of Michelangelo's David. What the hell was your boyfriend talking about “just an old man”, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, allure and all.

“Ah, so this is she”, he envelopes your hand in his, his calloused palms connect more gently than you expected with your own young, soft padding. “I’m Joel”, he introduces himself, “I noticed you snapping photos over there”, his smile softens his features, you can’t help but mirror his beaming. “Speaking of”, you say, reaching into your pocket, you hand him the photo you had taken earlier; his attractive face radiating from the Polaroid, “Here”.

Taking it, he inspects it closely, you hold your breath, faintly, always nervous of reactions to your craft, no matter how friendly the gathering. A mesmerizing smile breaks out on his feature, “Probably the best photo taken of me ever. And that’s saying something”, he adds, grinning. “Its all yours”, you offer, watching him pocket the photo with pride.

Joel and you fall into conversation seamlessly. You tell of your uni and photography endeavors as Joel starts telling you about his contracting business. How he got it off the ground with the help of his brother, Tommy, who was lounging on a pool chair beside Joel’s daughter Sarah, who he mentioned with a sparkle of joy in his eye any proud father would have. “So, after Sarah’s mom left, I decided to get my shit togeth—”

“Holy shit”, your boyfriend interrupts. Joel raises his eyebrows in confusion, and you sigh in question, as you were enjoying talking to Joel, “Listen, my old high school buddies are having a boys night at theirs”, he raises up his phone, showing the brightened notification on the screen. You don’t bother to read it. “I gotta go babe, sorry. Ill see you later on tonight, okay?”, he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving you standing there speechless before weaving through the crowd of people in the back garden and leaving. You’re shocked, frankly. Sure, he’s been neglectful of you, but this was a new low. Ditching you at his neighbor’s party to go hang out with other people… you are truly dumbstruck. Tears of humiliation and pure anger burn on your lashes, threatening to leak down your face. You turn your attention to Joel leaning next to you, the same stunned expression accessorizing his features, brow slightly furrowed. “Well,”, he sighs after a beat, “that was a bit fucking rude. Sorry about th—“

“Excuse me”, it was your turn to interrupt him, as you fled from his domineering presence, frankly, embarrassed by your bastard of a boyfriend. Tears lighting a fire behind your eyes as your blood boiled.

“Fuck”, you took a look at the bottom of your empty beer bottle, heading over to the cooler. “Fuck!!”, you repeated to yourself upon opening the now empty chiller. Adults really did drink a lot huh, you thought, glaring daggers at the once full bin before wandering across the garden and inside the house.

You navigated the modern, utterly suburban house plan until you found a garage. Damn middle-aged men and their garages, you swear every dad you knew decorated their garage better than their own rooms. Thank god Joel was no different, because you knew there would be a fridge there filled with the good stuff. Once alone with your new full beverage, you let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. You were here, alone now, with people only he knew, did he expect you to just stand in the corner and drink by yourself, observing the party? Did he expect you to just go home? Honestly, the mere thought of it sent a rush of anger traversing up your spine. “Asshole”, you muttered to yourself, taking a swig of your stolen beer.

“Didn’t think pretty girls were thieves”, you heard a teasing voice behind you. You whipped your head around to make out Joel in the doorway of the garage, muscular arms tucked into his sides again, one supporting his almost empty beer. Had he… followed you? He uncrossed his ankles and made his way over to where you stood by the fridge.

“The door was open, arrest me officer”, you retort sarcastically, already over this whole shindig after being ditched by your boyfriend.

He chuckled lightly before noticing your peeved demeanor. “Ah”, he whispers to himself, “boyfriend troubles huh? More so, than the whole ordeal before hm, darling”. You glance at him through your lashes and roll your eyes, “You don’t know the half of it.” Sighing, he moved closer to you, his elbow caressing yours slightly, he looks down at you with an expression you cant quite make out, “All I can say is”, he begins, his voice low and gravelly, “if I had a pretty thing like you for myself, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight”.

Was he… making a move on you? You couldn’t tell. In your drunken state, you didn’t really care either, why not pursue it. Your boyfriend hadn’t touched you in months, the least Joel could say was no; so, fuck it, right?

You inch toward him, “and what would you do if you had me, Mr. Miller”, you coo, your voice tantalizing, wavering on a whisper as you gaze at him.

“Maybe one day I’ll get to show you”, he smirks. The two of you are unbelievably close, you can feel his breath fanning on your face and can smell his cologne. He is inundating your senses and you can’t get enough. You take the opportunity to weave your hands around his waist. He reaches an unbearably large hand up to your face and skims your cheekbone, his sizeable thumb halting on your bottom lip. You use the opportunity to take his finger into your mouth, suckling gently before releasing it with a soft kiss on the padding of his digit. You can feel him harden against you through his jeans.

“Fuckkkken hell”, he drawls, “temptress,” a darkness scintillates in his eyes.

A loud bang of a door close by followed by a whining, “Daddddddd”, has the both of you jumping apart as Sarah appears in view of the doorway. The young girl is rubbing her eyes, messy curls adorning her cute face. Slumping, she complains again, “Dad, I’m tired, can you tuck me in, please”. Joel gives her a warm smile, “I'll be right there baby girl, go get into bed okay, gimme a second”. She notices you for the first time, “I like your hair”, she grins, you cant help but smile at the young girl, “thank you honey, I like yours too”. With that, she disappears back through the door and up the stairs as Joel’s attention turns back to you, his former dark, eager look has returned.

“Come around tomorrow.” It’s not a question. Rather a demand. One hand engulfs your upper arm, giving it a light squeeze as he plants a soft kiss to your cheek, leaving you in the garage to comprehend the exciting conversation you had just had. Before he does, however, he stops in the doorway and turns back around to face you. “For the record, your boyfriend’s an asshole. Has been since high school.”, he gives you a grin but there’s a hint of concern behind his eyes. It was a shitty thing for your boyfriend to do and he understands that.

Your boyfriend had passed out on his parent’s couch when you left Joel’s house, so you made your way to the sleep out, thrilled to have some time alone to think about the events of the night. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that the entire conversation with Joel felt good. Right, even; like Joel was actually trying to talk to you as any decent human being would. And maybe the bar was on the ground for your after your shitty relationship, but you didn’t feel guilty about wanting the older man. And he wanted you too. Maybe it’ll only be for a quick fuck, but it felt nice to be wanted. You thought about the conversation again before slipping a finger down through your wet folds, rubbing quick fast circles to the nub of your clit, exhaling soft moans. You imagined your hand wasn’t your own but Joel's.

The next day you woke up early. Your nerves shot as you take a shower, taking the opportunity of seeing Joel again to dress in lacy, barely there lingerie under your clothes (why you packed it… just in case, you supposed). If nothing happened between the two of you, or he admitted that perhaps he was drunk and just fucking around, then nobody would know your effort but you. However, if he did get to undress you, the choice to dress up would be an ideal one.

The door is open when you arrive, the summer entering uninvited through the hallway of the cozy home. Entering the doorway to the living room, you knock on the door frame, Joel appearing moments later behind you on the stairs. “Hi again, doll”, he greets you with a genuine smile, walking to the kitchen. Those dimples, carved by Donatello himself, you supposed. “You want something to drink?”, you nod as he leads the way past you. Handing you a dewy beer, you make your way to the couch to sit on the edge like a nervous child and admire the man in front of you. His t shirt tightening at the sleeves, barely able to fit over his muscular, slightly tanned arms. Jeans, ungodly tight around his crotch. You blush at the realization that you’re staring at him in all his glory. Your breath hitches as you focus your gaze on the skew of family photos dotted around the living me.

“Why’d you ask me over?” you come right out and question. In your drunken state last night, you didn’t care if it looked like you were coming onto him, if he said no, your intoxication dulled your embarrassment. But now, in your sober state, you needed to know, so as not to do just that. “I wanna take care of you”, he expressed nonchalantly, his focus occupied on finding a bottle opener. “And how do you presume to do that”, you continue, bemused by his confused expression lightening once he found what he was looking for, popping the cap before coming to sit next to you on the couch. He crossed his ankle over his knee, your eyes unfortunately for you, travel straight to the bulge in his jean. Perv, you curse to yourself. “Well, it just seems like your boyfriend isn’t doing a very good job, is he sweetheart?”. An exasperated sigh emits from your throat, your eyes roll unwillingly at the mention of your partner. You lean against the back of the couch, head resting on his forearm relaxing lazily behind you, as you take a sip from your bottle.

You realize you really do want him… badly. “Maybe I do need your help, Mr. Miller”, lolling your neck to look at him through your lashes, putting on a sad face whilst the hint of seduction in your breathy tone communicates everything to Joel.

He leans in and kisses you, gently at first. You deepen it, needing more of him as you moan into his mouth, giving him easy access to slide his tongue across your teeth. Tongue and teeth collide in a hot, messy kiss. His hand glides up your waist to your throat, where he cups your jaw with two giant fingers and squeezes gently. Quickly realizing you’re in the middle of the living room, gasping pulling away. “Shit, is Sarah home?”, you pant. “Friend’s house”, Joel says shortly, reconnecting your lips to his.

“Then, make me feel good Joel”, you coo, teeth running over his bottom lip. He exhales a low animistic groan, watching his eyes darken to a lust-filled gaze. “Yes ma’am”.

Next thing you know, he is walking you backwards to the spare bedroom downstairs. Both of you are so needy, you can’t even wait to make it upstairs to his own bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, he works at your panties, lips connecting with your throat, neck, collarbone, a symphony of needy groans accompany your pleasureful sighs quickly filling the empty space of the room. Slipping a calloused hand between your thighs, he begins working to collect your arousal, coating the tips of his fingers before slipping a digit into your cunt. You exhale a gasp, he swallows into a groan, “Fuck, doll,” he breathes softly, watching his finger pumping in and out of you, “does this pussy ever get this wet for your boyfriend?” He palms himself through his jeans, relieving some of his building tension. “No Joel”, you gasp, “not like it does for you”. Mascara gathers at your lashes as you squirm on his sheets. Joel’s touch fills you with ecstasy, but you still need more.

“Joel—” you whine, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, desire and devotion flooding his features, you follow his line of vision to the sight of his digit fucking you, then to your camera lying on his bedside table. You see the gears turning in his head, barely able to comprehend what he is up to before he grabs the camera, taking it in one large hand, positioning the base on his palm as he bends his fingers to the shutter button. You turn your head away in bliss, all you can focus on are his expert fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of you. “C'mon baby, you don’t need to be shy around me”. The camera looks miniature in his hand, the flash blinds you, snapping your pure pleasure, freezing it as a passionate moment in time. Joel holds the strap by his teeth, yanking the filthy portrait out, throwing it on the bedside table. Fuck, that just made you even wetter, if that was even possible. “Joel—ah- Joel” you continue to whimper, unworried about the physical evidence of your filthy endeavors due to your young, committed cunt clenching unwilling around his fingers by how good it feels.

“I know, sweetheart”, he whispers understandingly, “Just gotta warm you up a little longer, okay sweet girl”, he slips another digit between your walls. Your back arches against the mattress, head thrown back as a string of moans and whimpers tumble from your lips. Joel’s eyes darken into a hungry, heavy look with every squirm and curse that falls from your lips. Your eyebrows knit together in pleasure as his filthy words and his tantalizing, skillful fingers aid the coil in your stomach to release slowly. Joel, camera in hand, snaps two more of him fucking you with his fingers, discarding them on the table again. “Fuck, my own little cam girl”, he drawls in your ear, smirking, “we got four left, gotta use them wisely now”.

Joel abruptly pulls his fingers out, leaving you gasping for air, whining, as the bliss slowly fades, your arousal still hot and heavily in need of him like the air you breathe. He drags his jeans and boxers off, tossing them carelessly onto the floor by the bed. Taking in his girth, you understand why he had to warm you up first. You damn near moan at the sheer side of it as the slick from your pussy assists his thick fingers to pump himself a couple of times. He smirks at your needy expression. Cocky bastard, he knows he’s big too. Settling between your legs, his tip of his cock teases your entrance. You can feel his pre-cum mixing with your slick, creating an exquisite cocktail. Repetition falling from his lips in an unsteady gravelly tone as he coerces you to take ever inch of him inside your cunt, with a melody of “good girl” and “you’re doing so good for me, pretty baby”.

Joel slides inside you so easily, with how wet you are for him. A soft hiss, and then his features mold into a symphony of pleasure and hunger. His capable fingers tangle in your hair he glides his length in and out, painfully slow. You finally find your voice amongst the soft gasps and ah’s. “Joel— need more, please”, your voices emerges as a breathy whisper; making his features darken with craving. “I know baby, I know”, he coos, “you’re so full right now, aren’t you. That’s it sweet girl, you’re so good, taking every inch of me into that pretty little pussy”.

Your mind is whirling 100 miles per hour as he whispers filthy phrases in your ear, the promise to fuck you hard and slow being almost unbearable to comprehend. His thick cock stretches you out, rock hard, forcing your legs wide open as your ankles cross around his waist for support. It’s too much, fuck! After a few seconds of adjusting to this size, he pulls all the way out. You whine slightly at the loss of him inside you before he slams back into your cunt, filling you all the way before repeating again and again and again. The head of his thick, impressive length kisses your g spot like no other mans has before. All the while he has one large, veiny hand around your throat providing a slight bit of pressure, his thumb caresses your lips, opening them to slide a finger inside. You take the hint as a call back to last night at the party, slipping his fingers to the back of your throat and sucking on them. He groans out a string of profanities, eyes glued to you as you feel his cock twitch inside you at the image before him. You release his fingers, a string of spit still attaching you and him, he uses his thumb to spread it around your lips before dragging your chin down to open your mouth, pressing his lips to yours delicately. You can barely keep up with his kiss as he continues to slam into you at a rapid pace. You’re moaning out his name, a chorus of Joel, Joel Joel-, he smothers your whines with his lips. Rocking his hips up into you slowly, he brings his thumb down between the two of you, his calloused finger after years of contracting, makes contact with your clit, rubbing circles to your neglected nub. You push his hand away after your body jolts from the stimulation and he lets out a low chuckle. “You about to come, sweetheart?”, his voice is restrained and needy. You can feel your orgasm building inside of you, teasing you as the crescendo builds. You nod quickly. Squeezing your eyes shut, your moans begin to become rapid sighs on your tongue.

“Eyes on me, doll”, Joel demands, you open them to be met by the southern man, slamming his hips into you. Fuck he looks so good on top of you right now. A thin layer of sweat coats his forehead and chest, his hair messy, two curls decorating his forehead. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a beautiful sight. He lifts himself up on his knees, grabbing the camera once more, he takes a selection of photos of you taking him deep into you. He thumbs lightly at your clit for a shot, before the film runs out, a satisfyingly dirty collection of photos to remember your time together by lying next to the both of you.

Your hips move together in conjunction. His hands weave around your back, pulling you into him as his lips attached to your breasts, he anchors his tantalizingly expert fingers into your hair, the plush of your ass, circling your waist— Joel holds you as close as physically possible, his muscular arms crush you, teeth grazing the nub of your breast. There’s a starving kind of desire laced into his kiss. Involuntary clenches of your cunt around his impossibly hard cock, and your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, you slide your hands around his neck to hold yourself steady.

Then, he’s pulling away slightly, his hungry eyes watching his length pump in and out of you, as he plants a strong hand on your thigh, spreading you open to receive impossibly more of him. You are simply a toy at this point, as he dictates the sheer brutal pace of how he fucks you. “God, you look so beautiful, full of my cock, doll”. He moves his lips wetly up your throat, your head thrown back. He smiles against your mouth, you give him a shaky “mmm”, he ardently peaks your lips, releasing after each kiss to watch your cock-drunken expression, his name the only word you can attempt, like worship on the edge of your tongue. “Joel- Joel- Joel, mmm”, you stutter a praise for the captivated audience, who is relishing in the sound of your pleading gasps.

“I wanna see how appreciative you are for this cock, baby, keep your eyes on me”.

His voice is firm as his hardened hands caresses the length of your spine. You feel him flex inside you, his dominant gaze securing you as he speeds up, watching as your tits bounce with his rough strokes. “Ohmygod–Joel–”, the promise of your climax rapidly approaches, the ache undoes all the tension inside you, overtaking every inch of you, causing your thighs to squeeze him impossibly tighter.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me now, Darlin, you’re doing so good, come around me, doll”. The praise, the pet names, him inside you, all sends you over the edge. Your cunt starts to flood and shudder around him, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm release. You squeeze around Joel’s cock so tight; your lungs can only gasp out a mixture whines as you come around him. Joel continues to fuck you through your orgasm, its hard and fast to the point where you can feel another coil build inside you. He can feel it too, shifting your hips up slighting in a way that makes your mind blow, you nearly scream out at how good it feels. “That’s my good girl, I need another one, baby. You can give me another. That’s it, Yes, give it to me pretty girl”, his lips attach to a soft spot behind your ear, making you moan his name, your delicate hands rake through his hair. He pulls out for a brief second, flipping you onto your side as he lies behind you, sliding back inside you again. Its almost as if he never left, you’re so drunk off him fucking you that you can barely comprehend what is happening. Just that it feels so good, his hand weaves around you to play with your nipple, squeezing it slightly as his lips pepper kisses to your neck. he gently hooks your leg over his, stretching you open impossibly wider. “I wanna feel that pussy squeezeing me again, baby”. He continues lacing a string of filthy words into your ear while retreating back to his signature move when the two of you first started, pulling all the way out and slamming into you again.

“Lemme, feel you comin’ when I fill you up, good girl.”

Your second orgasm blinds you as you moan through your bliss. Joel’s gravely groans behind you sound like a melody. His warm breath in your ear and progressive sloppiness, encasing the room in leud noises, accompanied by his broken moans signals to you that he is close too. You turn you head to capture his lips as the aftershocks of your orgasm spark through you, your thighs twitching against his. He meets them brutally, and you know you’re going to be bruised inside and out when this is over. By the time he’s pumped you full of his cum and pulled out, it’s leaking down the inside of your thighs. You attempt to catch your breath, as his cock settles between the two of you on your lower back. You cant help but smile as he rubs lazy circles to your bare hip.

“Fucken hell, that was incredible”, he whispers, more so to himself than to you. “You are something else, doll”, he breathes, still catching his breath. You turn yourself around so that you’re half on top of him, throwing your leg over his so his cock is resting between your thighs. “You’re not so bad yourself”, you retort, smirking up at him.

“You know, you look so fucking pretty on top of me like that, darlin’. Next time, ill have to get a shot of you riding me”. Your heart jumps slightly at the promise of a next time, which he notices, following up his sentiment.

“Are you staying the whole summer”, he questions, his roaming hands worshiping your waist. “Sure am”, you respond hopefully. “Well then, I guess I’ll be seeing you soon”, he gives you a genuine smile, capturing your lips against lip for a delicate kiss, his patchy,lightly groomed beard scratching softly at your cupid’s bow.

You’re still unable to form a coherent sentence, as you feel his slick cocktailed with your own leaking out of your cunt. You slide off him, propping yourself up on a trembling elbow, watching Joel pull his jeans back up over his hips. “Until next time then”, he promises, gliding your panties up your still-weak legs, a wet patch already forming on the fabric. Aren’t you glad you decided to wear these. He hands you the photos and your camera as you attempt to dress yourself again, feeling weak and so empty without him already. Handing them to you, he slips one into his jean pocket with a cheeky comment. Walking you to the door, he kisses you deeply, his grey-flecked beard scratching your cheeks. After your goodbyes you can’t help but miss him. Hell, you’d only known the older man two days; still, you wanted his company more and more as the hours went by, so you reached for what he had given you to remember you by, “until next time”.

You stand in the sleep-out kitchen, admiring the Polaroid’s he had taken of you. You filter through them, blushing more at the sight of each one, dirtier than the last, too caught up to hear the door open. “Hey”, the familiar voice makes you jump. Your boyfriend, out of breath comes stalking through the door. You scramble to hide the photos, collecting them in a bundle, attempting to put them in your jean pocket. You force a smile at him as his eyes travel down to the photos in your hand. “From the party right, lemme take a look at those,” he says enthusiastically, closing the gap between the two of you as he reaches for them. “No”, you try to brush it off, “the lighting isn’t right, they didn’t turn out great, ya know, night shooting is a bitch”, you try to pull the photos further from his grasp, but he has a firm hold on them, yanking them slightly. You gasp as they flutter gracefully to the ground, face up, dropping to your knees to quickly pick them up but he’s already seen. “What the fuck”, he whispers, grabbing one and gazing it, a deep-rooted frown carved into his brow. It was you, mouth frozen in a pleasureful ‘ah’ as a peak of Joel entering you was seen at the bottom of the frame. “You wanna tell me what the fuck this is”, his voice was wavering on a yell.

You decided not to try to explain, “you wanna tell me about the girls you’ve been fucking these past few months, huh?”, you retort. “Everyone knows, everyone has told me to break up with you because of it, shit, you don’t even try to keep it a secret”. You voice is laced with venom, it was high time this discussion was happening, you just wished you had the courage to bring it up on your own, and not in this unwanted circumstance.

“Dont change the subject, who is he?”, he demands, his tone reaching shouting point. “Take a wild fucking guess. Do you need a hint? He stayed with me while you ditched my ass at your neighborhood party. While you humiliated me by just fucking leaving me there with strangers like the asshole you are.” You can feel rage-filled hot tears collecting at your lash line reminiscing about the event. “I know you’re going to try to break it off and think its your own doing but trust me, this”, you direct your finger between yourself and him, “this, has been over for a long time”. You push past him with force, grabbing your bag which you hadn’t even bothered to unpack, thank fuck, what a nice coincidence. You stomp toward the door.

“Fine”, he responds, “but as if he’s going to want you. He’s a middle-aged man with a kid, you were just a fuck”. It spirals you. You turn on your heels to look at him, he is frowning on the verge of tears (how many times had you been there before in his presence) and there’s a contortion of anger in his face, “At least he actually made me come”, you retorted hotly, walking out the door before you remember an extra detail. You pop your head back through the door to utter, “three times, actually”. And then you’re off. You ask his mother to drive you to the train station, explaining the split, briefly, and that you didn’t feel comfortable to stay. She insisted you did, kind lady, but didn’t pry into the details.

Once you had boarded and the train sped away from the dreaded events of the town, you felt relief course through you, no longer chained to that asshole. Sure, you know you should’ve done it sooner, and yeah, it wasn’t an ideal option what had happened, but this meant you could have some time to yourself this summer.

As you were back at square one, you daydreamed of the handful of friends who usually spent their summers on campus to call once you got back. Your phone screen lighting up with a ding, caught you off guard, the name causing your heart to skip a beat.

“It’s Joel. I heard the rundown from his mother, got your number in the process. Are you alright, doll?” he writes. You read it in his voice, subconsciously smiling at how his pet names aren't limited to face to face conversations.

You look at the bright screen in disbelief. He asked your exes mother for your number, meaning he wanted to stay in contact. Perhaps? One could only hope. You didn’t let your excitement get the better of you, however.

“Guess word travels fast. I’m fine, it should’ve happened sooner, honestly. I’m so sorry I got you involved”. You put your phone down, not expecting a reply after your apology. But the immediate ding had not only butterflies, but a whole zoo trampling around your stomach.

“If you’re going to be at your dorm over the summer, let me come visit sometime darling? Tommy offered to work more after your ex quit, so my plate is free”. He adds, much to your delight, “plus I think Sarah would love to see the campus.”

You smiled at the thought of showing the young girl around your college, she would be in awe of the library, you thought, remembering a glimpse of a large collection of books strewn across the table and shelf in the living room. You started to type a reply to Joel before another message comes through.

“and, for the record, those photos were hot, sweetheart”, he adds, a blush coloring your face, your gaze immediately drifting to the pocket of your bag where they lay, safe, sound, and where no one would be able to see, thank god.  

“I suppose I could work something out, for you” you reply, a smiling creeping across your features before double texting, “you know, I have extra film in my dorm... for emergency”. Discarding your phone on the table in front of you, you watch the countryside melt into a blur, feeling the most relaxed and content you had in a while.

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hi! i saw joel miller but only if i ask nicely so pretty pretty please joel miller and prompt #19

Falling Into Place (Joel Miller x reader)

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Prompt: ARGUING!!! Then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other. 

A/N: Hey there nonnie! Thank you so much for the ask! I’m so sorry this took so long ahahah, I was a little stuck with Joel ngl. I hope you don’t mind me changing the prompt a little bit cuz I’ve written this prompt too many times hahahah. Anyway, here’s sweet and soft Joel, enough to warm your heart and brain. (Also a little thank you to @lil-stark and @campingwiththecharmings for aiding in my quest for fluffy goodness). 

Warnings: MDNI, smut, very public sex, fingering, unprotected p in v, biting and marking, Joel is a lil thief, alcohol is involved, pre-outbreak. 

Word Count: 3.9 k

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You don’t really know how you became friends with Joel Miller. 

It feels a little out of place whenever you hang out with the tall, dark and handsome man and you can’t help but feel like he’d much rather chat with his buddies over some beer. 

You had asked him to help you out when you moved into the neighbourhood, and he used his carpentry skills to build you a new shelf that you had designed. You babysitting (or teenage sitting) Sarah certainly drew the both of you closer and Joel found it absolutely endearing when Sarah wanted to spend more time with you. You found yourself keening towards his senses of humour and sarcasm, your heart warming at the way he treated his daughter. 

Joel Miller was most definitely your type, his brown curls and matured face made you feel things that you wanted to thoroughly forget. You knew he had a heart of gold and a smile to match, but it only made you fall into a deeper hole, one that you knew was going to take forever to dig yourself out of. So you kept it strictly platonic with Joel, building a friendship like no other with him, stuffing all of your feelings for him in a bag and throwing it into your box of problems you want to put away. 

In your horrible efforts to stuff your feelings for Joel away, you didn’t notice how head over heels in love with you he was. Joel looked at you as if you brought the sun with you wherever you went, his entire demeanour changing whenever you were around. Sarah, the ever attentive daughter sat and watched as her father failed at trying to convey his feelings. 

The first time she pointed it out, Joel got defensive. 

“Come on, you’d have to be blind if you think we all don’t notice!” Sarah sighed as her father furiously shook his head.

“Who’s ‘we all’ ?” Joel grumbled, his eyes shifting to his brother who at that second decided that it would be a great time to go for a drive. 

After a while of denying, Joel caved hard and decided to ask Sarah for help. He was afraid. The last thing he wanted was to lose a woman like you. 

“You’re already doing everything right, Dad. You now just have to find out whether he feels the same.” Sarah said over dinner one day.

For weeks he had been trying to figure out what to do, until one day when you and he went to pick Sarah from school.

“Dad, I need you to sign the consent form for the camping trip.” Sarah said before Joel could even pull out of the parking lot.

“Oh! A camping trip! You’re gonna have so much fun, Sarah.”you piped up before Joel even thought of digressing.

“Do you like camping?” Sarah asked, resting her arms on the seats in front of her, her curly hair brushing your temple.

“Hmm, I’m more of a picnic girl, you know, food in the sunshine with a soft fluffy blanket under you.” You say nonchalantly and Sarah smiled.

A thought crossed her mind and she looked into the rear view mirror, only to see her father staring at her, wide-eyed. Sometimes Sarah wondered whether her dad knew what she was thinking, but this moment just confirmed that the two of them shared the same brain cell. Her smile widened and Joel shook his head slightly, trying not to draw your attention. 

Sarah sat back into the back seat, her arms folded as she contained her excitement. All she had to do now is to convince Joel to let her do the planning. 

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Joel took a deep breath as he loaded the last of the things into his truck, covering them with an inconspicuous tarp so that you wouldn’t guess what he was up to. He smoothed down the clothes Sarah had picked out for him and started for your front door. His nerves were already on edge. He knew that you would come with him, but it was more the matter of whether you liked what he and Sarah had planned for you. 

Sarah gave him some last minute tips before leaving for camp the day before. She threatened him that he wouldn’t see the light if he didn’t open his mouth and confessed to you over the picnic. 

“You are coming back with a girlfriend, old man. If not, you are not coming back at all.” she had huffed, folding the blanket that she picked out for him. 

His hand shook slightly as he raised it to ring the doorbell, waiting with baited breath until he heard your footsteps. You swung the door open and beamed at him, the morning fog and the dim lighting kickstarting Joel’s worn out heart as he stares at you. Your hair was in a bird’s nest style and you brought your hands to the top of your head to attempt to tame it. Joel started to dissociate, wondering whether he could experience this hairstyle first hand every morning. 

“Joel?” Your voice brought him back from his little daydream and he smiled softly at you.

“Meet me at my place in about 20 minutes, I’m taking you somewhere. Wear something comfortable.” He blurted out before his nervousness took over and spoiled everything. 

You stared at the man before you. He looked different, cuter. His dressing style was slightly different, and you wondered what the occasion was. He was wearing a white t-shirt with his jeans but he had a navy blue button down shirt that he used as a jacket and you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked. 

You nodded and closed the door, running for your room as soon as you heard him descending the patio. You were there in 15 minutes, the fastest you’d ever gotten ready. Joel opened the door as soon as you knocked, only to be absolutely blown away from the dress you were wearing. You had chosen your favourite simple white sundress with puffed sleeves and accessorised with a pretty navy blue bow in your hair. Your burgundy lipstick topped everything off and Joel was in absolute awe, making you look up at him curiously.  

It wasn’t the inconspicuous tarp in the back of his truck that made you think Joel Miller was going to kidnap you and kill you, it was when he handed you a blindfold and a pair of headphones. 

“Please, I know this is weird but you have to trust me.” He pleaded, his brown eyes big.

Those eyes were going to get you killed one day. You gave in and put it on. Joel drove for a few minutes and then he stopped, tapping your hand reassuringly. You decided to trust him, he had nothing but purity in his eyes when he looked at you. Besides what was the worst that could happen? 

Joel’s hand wrapped around your wrist after a while, startling you. He gently removed the headphones and took your hand in his. 

“Alright, it’s ready, I’m going to walk you out of the truck, ‘kay?” He whispered and you nodded. 

You followed him as he pulled you out, your heels settling on what seemed like grass. He walked you a distance away from the car and when he stopped, he gently tugged at the blindfold, letting it fall and revealing his surprise. As your eyes adjust to the light, you’re absolutely stunned. Before you lay a large blanket with pillows and a large picnic basket. Food, fruits and alcohol poked out of the basket and the scenery was absolutely delightful. 

You turned to Joel in shock and he was chewing his bottom lip in anticipation for your reaction. He looked so beautiful like this, the green grass giving him a perfect backdrop. 

“Shit Joel! This is beautiful!” You squealed, stumbling towards him for a hug. 

Joel was smiling so hard that he didn’t realise that you were hugging him. He found himself melting into your soft grasp, soaking up the way you held him. He took hold of your hand and guided you onto the blanket, watching as you sat down and tucked the hem of your dress under your legs. He followed suit and began to dish out food and wine for you. The both of you talked and drank, totally oblivious to the rest of the world as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. 

The both of you were considerably tipsy as the wine from the wine bottles evaporated quickly. Joel was fully laying down, a glass of wine balancing on his wide chest. You glanced at the hot Texan sun and reached into your bag, pulling out your bottle of sunscreen to reapply. You were lathering the product all over your arms when you noticed Joel was looking at you, his nose scrunched up and lips pursed as if he were going to say something. 

“What? Want some?” you ask, holding out the bottle. 

“Pft sunscreen? Please, I'm a man.” Joel scoffed, downing the rest of his wine and setting the glass side. 

You raised your eyebrow at him as if he said something absolutely ridiculous. 

“Well the sun is non discriminatory and it doesn’t care what gender you are, it still will give you skin cancer!” you say, wiggling the bottle over his face. 

Joel rolled his eyes and you decided to take matters into your own hands. You put a blob of sunscreen on your finger and try to swipe it on his face, only to have Joel dodge you. He grabbed your hands with a laugh and tried to take the bottle away from you but when he did, he stumbled and pushed you down, landing on top of you and pinning you down. He snatches the bottle of sunscreen with a grin but your determination got the best of you. 

In your sundress, you flip Joel over and he lands on his back with a thud and a light groan. His eyes widened as you sat properly on his chest, pinning his arms down with your legs. Joel felt something steer in him as he gulped and suddenly he didn’t care about the sunscreen, not even the smug look on your face as you began to put the sunscreen on his face. He watched as you slowly let go of his arms, raising his arms to rub sunscreen on them and once he felt like your guard was let down, he decided to strike. 

You then found yourself staring up at Joel, your hair splayed everywhere and your breathing quickening. Joel was on his knees, bracketing your body, his hands on either side of your head. 

“You're gonna pay for that, sweetheart.” Joel huffed. 

“A little sunscreen hurting the big bad man? Boo hoo dummy!” You say, despite how fast your heart was racing at the term of endearment leaving his lips. 

“You're the one who's scared of the sun!!” 

“You clearly don’t read, Joel Miller!”

“Right as if you can read anything, pretty girl.”

“I CAN DUMBASS”

“YEA RIGHT, SO READ THIS!”

Before you could register what Joel meant, he dives down and his lips are suddenly connected with yours, effectively silencing you. He kisses you hard, his hand cupping your cheek as you arched your back so that your chest pressed against his, kissing him back with equal fervour. He pulled back after a few seconds, and his lips were as red as his pretty cheeks, tainted with your burgundy lipstick. 

You huffed out a few puffs of breath before saying the only thing that came to your drunk-addled mind. 

“I thought manly men hated girly girl things. Why the hell are you wearing my lipstick then?” 

Joel was taken aback by your reaction, clearly not expecting how nonchalant you were. You reached up and touched his lips, swiping the plump pout and showing him the transfer with a grin. Joel smiled but suddenly a wave of insecurity rushed over him, evident on his face.

“What’s wrong, Joel.” you say quickly, wondering if your little joke rubbed him wrong. 

 “Are we doing this because we're drunk?” he whispered, peering down at you. 

The panic instantly faded from your body, replaced with quaint relief. 

“Joel, you big dummy, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since forever. I promise that I’d do it again and again as sober as a judge.” Your words brought a relieved grin on Joel’s face.

You slid your hands to his chest and gently pushed him off you, patting the space beside you.

“Lay down, let me show you.” you whisper.

He obeys, guiding you as you straddle his body once again. You frame his face with your hands, gently carding your fingers through his curls, twisting them slightly, enjoying how his eyes flutter slightly. 

“Here’s that brilliant brain of yours, bringing my ideas to life.” You whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

“These beautiful lines hold so many memories and I hope to make more with you.” you kiss the crows feet at the edges of his eyes. 

“I’ve always wanted to pinch your cheeks, so full of life.” you kissed his bouncy cheeks before pinching them gently. 

“Your adorable ears, the ones that listen to me ramble without fail.” you kiss both of his ears and Joel melts further into the blanket below him. 

“Your chocolate eyes, better than any delectable treat I can dream of.” you left feathery kisses on his eyelids.

“Your amazing lips, carrying your beautiful smile and your even more beautiful words.” you kiss his chin and his lips. 

Then you slowly traced his nose with the palm of your hand, your fingers tickled by his eyelashes on either side. You bend down and gently kiss the tip of his nose, before nipping it slightly with your teeth, giggling. You pulled away to see the radiant smile on Joel’s face, which had lighted up like a firework. 

“Wait, what about my nose?” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but blush and grin shyly.

“You’ll find out later.” you whispered back and Joel felt a rush like no other as his cheeks heated up too. 

Joel brings his head up and kisses you, pushing you and turning slightly, so that the both of you are on your sides. His hands gripped at your hips hard before coiling around your waist and pulling you ever so close, crushing every bone that existed in your body. You whine into the kiss, your arm looped itself around his neck and your free hand combs up his soft curls for purchase. 

Joel surprises you by biting your bottom lip and tugging it slightly, pulling a gut wrenching moan from you. Joel went back to kissing you, licking into your mouth as he desperately felt the urge to hear that sound again. He pushes you down fully and breaks the kiss, kissing your chin before planting kisses as soft as cotton onto your neck. 

You arched your back again and Joel took his chance to attack. He started his assault on your neck, kissing, biting and sucking in a pattern that had you writhing against him, grinding his hips down to meet yours. His hands couldn’t seem to let go of you, as if he was absolutely hopeless without the feeling of you. Your hands bunched up the back of his navy shirt, crumpling the material as you fisted it hard. The sounds that escaped your lips made Joel growl against your neck, at the same time where the bulge at his jeans caught your heated core, which made you gasp. Joel pulls away at the sound of your gasp and you look up at him with wide eyes. You had the words at the tip of your tongue but you had difficulty conveying it with how you were breathing. 

Joel looked down your body, to where your dress had hiked up, exposing a lovely lacey thing that covered you. The strain at his jeans grew more tight and his heart and mind raced. 

“Joel, I need it. I need you, please, baby. Give me whatever you have.” you whisper, clutching at your chest.

“Fuck, sweetheart, let me take care of you.” He groans, shifting you slightly so that his body shielded you. 

He pulled your dress up a little more before sliding his hands down your body, taking in the curve of your figure and the plush of your skin. He cupped his hand at your mound and you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his hand as his other hand snapped the band of your panties at your hip bone. 

“Shh, baby, relax.” He whispered before lifting your hips and pulling your panties down before stuffing them into his back pocket.

You keened as the outdoor air hit your already soaking pussy. Joel dipped his finger in your folds, absolutely mesmerised by how wet you were already. 

“Good lord, you’re already dripping and I haven’t even properly had my way with you.”  He pushes one finger through and you swear you almost lost consciousness with how you let the air escape your lungs.

“Joel, please.” You needed something else or else you were going to lose it like a mad woman.

“Patience, pretty girl. I need to stretch you open first, don’t know if it's gonna fit in your perfect pussy.” Joel purrs as he inserts another finger and pumps them in and out, your slick making it easy. 

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, breathing hard and Joel immediately chastised you.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart I need to hear you, let go of that lip, that's right.” his Southern drawl makes your mouth drop open and the symphony of noise starts again. 

He hooks his fingers and hits that perfect spot, arousal bubbling hard at your abdomen as your back arches off the blanket and your chest puffs out. You were absolutely turned on by the situation, having your first with Joel out in broad daylight. One of your tits jiggle out of the confines of your low cut dress, making Joel grin down at you, letting his free hand slide and capture it, squeezing down at the pressure in which he hits your g-spot again. 

“So fucking beautiful, wanted you for so long, angel.” He moans, pulling his fingers out and slipping them into his mouth as your hands undo his belt and his jeans. 

Your eyes stayed on his as he sucked your arousal off his fingers. He spit onto his hand before taking over and pulling his cock out of boxers. You gaped at the size of him and realised that he wasn’t just bragging when he said that it’d be a tight fit. He fisted his hardened member a few times, tipping his head back as he squeezed the tip a little. 

“Baby, I don’t have a condom.” He says and you swear your whole demeanour lights up.

You realised that he truly didn’t intend for this to happen and he wanted you to enjoy your picnic. He certainly wasn’t complaining now with how hard his cock is and you weren’t either as your pussy clenched around nothing. 

“That’s ok, I want to feel you. Only if you’re okay with it.” You tell him shyly and Joel swore that Christmas had come early for him. 

He nodded silently and he braced himself with his arm as he pushed himself against your entrance, running his cock up and down your slit, catching your clit a few times. 

“Inside, Joel, want you to fill me up, with your cock, your cum, your everything.” You slurred slightly the arousal making you stupid and all you could think of was getting your fix from the handsome man above you. 

Joel slips inside you with a groan and you hiss at the burn. You’ve never had someone so big and your eyes teared at the stretch. Joel, as attentive as ever, stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching yours. He was terrified, terrified of hurting you as he speared you hard. 

“It's ok Joel, it’ll be ok, move baby.” You smoothed your hand up and down his arm and he obliged. 

Your movements stopped and you were now gripping hard at his biceps as Joel slowly bottoms out, grinding as his pubic hair tickled your clit. You were absolutely dizzy with delight, your head lolling as you smiled up at Joel. 

“Not gonna last, your pussy’s so tight.” He breaths. 

“We come together, baby.” You urged as the sting dissipates and the pleasure waves started coming in. 

At first Joel had control, the slow drag of his cock creating the most beautiful feeling in you. You felt so close like this, with him in you, your pleasure morphing into the feelings that you had pushed away, making you realise that you actually love this man. 

It was when Joel’s thumb found your clit when all hell broke loose. He started pistoning his hips, his free hand finding your wrists and pinning them over your head. You pulled your wrist out of his grasp as he fucked into you faster before lacing your fingers with his. 

“Ungh, Joel, just like that, ungh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, ungh.” You babbled as your grip tightened. 

Joel could almost cry at how beautifully you were taking him, your whole body shaking as your moans echoed with his grunts in the empty valley. His thrusts were on the cusp of being sloppy as he felt his pleasure catch up with him. His thumb at your clit was a little too much and the bubbling pleasure boiled over as drool seeped from your mouth. 

Joel licked your saliva and kissed you hard as you came undone, breaking it off to see your face contort as you came hard, your arousal gushing around his cock. Just at the sight of you cumming, Joel’s pleasure got the best of him and he thrusted hard, pumping a generous load of cum deep inside of you as you milked him with how your pussy was still clenching hard. 

“Fuck, I love you! Pretty, pretty sweetheart, all mine.” Joel babbled too and the words hit you like a truck, prolonging your orgasm. 

Joel slumped against you, kissing your neck softly as the both of you basked in the sun and the glow of the mind altering sex. 

“I can’t believe you kissed me.” You say out loud and Joel brings his face out of your neck, an exasperated look adorning his handsome features. 

“You’re telling me that I stuffed you full of my cum, told you I love you and you’re still thinking about the kiss, darling?” He huffed and your face blazed at his dirty mouth.

“T’was a good kiss.” You mumbled as Joel laughed and grabbed a few napkins before gently pulling out. 

“I love you too, by the way.” You say and Joel’s cheeks flushed pink. 

He bent down and kissed your forehead, nose and lips before cleaning you up. 

“Why don’t I clean you up and we can go home and I’ll show you how good I kiss you and how much I love you. Maybe I can put my nose to use this time.” He winked at you as he pulled your dress back into place, casually forgetting to return your panties. 

Your face heated up as he gathered you in his arms and walked you to his truck, finally feeling like you had found your true home. 

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[raindropren]

IT'S A PEARLO ANIMATION

I did tweening :D

i wanted to animate her wings but i've never actually seen moth wings move, so i just made it up as i animated, lolsie

i also animated other parts of her like her eyes blinking, her little antenna's movin a little, her necklace shaking back and forth a little, and her little hair thing, that i. don't remember the name of ngl

her hair also does a little wiggle in the back, i think it's silly.

also flipaclip makes transparent images so crunchy on the outside? or maybe nor crunchy but weird? idk how to describe it.

I wish i could use something like toonsquid cause it'd probably be smoother but whatever :P YEE!!

Ya

!!! I hope this at least looks alittle good!! :3

i wanted to draw my new version of pearl again so yayyy fun

not much actually about pearl in this tho so

umm a couple fun facts about (C!)pearl in my MCYT au!!!

she's a middle child, She had a edgy emo phase in middle school and then went the opposite direction in high school (bright sunflower dress did not pair well with her jackets lol), annndd, hmm, She had a pet hamster as a child and it actually lived to be old(In... hamster years...) and Grian(as a child aswell of course) almost ate it 2 different times(as a joke...).

Hope those were fun!!!

[coloradosnumber1dad]

Telephone | Reese Wilkerson x fem!reader

Reese talking you through it over the phone 🤭

Kinda embarrassed to post this ngl

Warnings: Smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation

It started off tame enough, little I love you’s floating through the telephone cord. Then it turned into I need you’s. Then Reese suggested “let’s try something new”

“Go on and take them off baby, nice and slow”

“Mhm, all for you Reese.” You mumbled into the phone, using one hand to push your panties down to your ankles. Your hand hovered over your wet sex, aching to be able to touch yourself, but you didn’t have permission

“Always so good for me hmm. Always doing just what I ask.” He chuckled through the phone, laughing at your silent whimpers

“Please, Reese” you begged

“Please what? What do you want baby?” He loved torturing you like this, bringing you right to the edge and then telling you no. It gave him a goddamn power trip.

“P-please can I touch myself?” You were getting desperate, teeth ripping up your bottom lip, fingers curling trying not to disobey his orders. You were soaked.

“Have you been good for me? Do you deserve to touch that pretty little pussy of yours?” He groaned into the phone, showing you he was touching himself too. This just made it that much harder to keep from rubbing yourself off until you cum for him right there.

“Mhm, so good for you, Reese. I promise.” You weren’t lying, the last few times you guys were intimate you listened to his every command, doing exactly what he told you. He always came before you.

“Go on,”

That was all you needed to dive into your wet folds, fingers quickly finding your clit and giving her some much needed attention.

“What do you say?” He let out a low moan

“Th-thank you”

“Mhm, that’s right. Let me hear those pretty little sounds baby.”

You moaned extra loud for him, feeling the ball in your stomach coil up, signaling you were almost there

“Mmm Reese, so- so close- ngh, so close for you.” You panted and whimpered, waiting for his response.

“Nuh uh. You don’t cum until I say. Hands off”

It took everything in your power not to push yourself over the edge, pussy clenching at the loss of friction.

“Puh-please Reese, I’ve been so- ohh, so good”

“I know, I promise I’ll let you, being so good for-“ he groaned and panted into the phone “So good for me.”

“Please-“ you breathed out. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you, your voice so breathy and fucked out.

“What’s that baby?” He grunted into the phone. You could hear him rustling around

“Please can I-“ moan “Can I touch myself again?” You squinted your eyes, praying he would say yes

“Put a finger in for me baby. Tell me how fucking soaked you are.”

Oh good lord.

“I- ohhhh” you sighed in pleasure as you pumped your finger in and out of your wet cunt. “So fucking wet Reese, all for you.”

“Oh, baby, don’t you wish that was me?”

“Ohh, mhm” you curled your finger towards yourself, hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars

“Go on, put another one in.” He panted into the phone and you could hear his hand squelching around his dick

“Reese- mm, so fucking tight ohh.” Your knuckles went white gripping the phone “So close, so fucking close Reese”

”Mmm fuck go on baby keep going. You can do it.”

You continued to pump your fingers in and out of your pussy, faster and faster

“Oh Reese I can’t take it, mmm, so fucking ngh- too much”

“Come on baby I know you can do it, come on, cum for me. Such a good girl for me huh? Come on.”

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes “Ohh too much, fuck, baby I’m yours mmm”

“Cum for me ohhh.” You heard him shudder and pant

“Fuckk Reese I’m cumming, ohhh im yours, im fucking yours” a string of curses and moans came out of your mouth as you worked yourself through your orgasm

“You did so good for me,”

“Mhm, we’re gonna have to call each other more often huh?”

“Oh, yeah. definitely.”

[icanseethefuture333]

Can I have an post about NCT Mark's reputation in the industry or his ideal type? P.S You're legit look like a 90s superstar💌💖💖 don't be shy and drop your skincare routine please 🙏

WHY ARE NCTZENS BEING SO NICE TO MEEEE, THIS IS LIKE THE 2ND COMPLIMENT I'VE GOTTEN THANK YOUUU 😭💚 Ofc since we did TY Track I don't see why I can't do one for Mark 🦁

Mark from NCT's ideal type:

Qualities

I channeled: "Hmm... What do I like in a partner?" I think Mark hasn't really thought about what important qualities a partner should have and more so has thoughts about appearance or personality.

Mark would be interested in someone similar to him or someone with similar values, habits, or behavior as him, but with a more elevated mindset.

He could want to do date someone who is also a musician or a writer. I feel like Mark is curious about the twin flame dynamic? He could want to feel a connection with someone on a deeper level. Telepathy? Mark is wanting a partner who could read his mind and emotions so that way he doesn't always have to explain himself. Someone who is very aware and observant. A partner that eases his anxiety or relieves him of his everyday stress. He could also like if his partner was more optimistic and looked on the bright side of things because Mark can have a more "realistic" outlook on life.

Personality

I'm ngl... Mark has a toxic taste in partners LMAO 💀 I just feel that he wants someone who keeps him on his toes and he hates predictability. Like if his partner was too "normal" or too "stable", he's gonna hate that, he's gonna feel like he's the partner with the issues, so he wants someone that can be as imperfect as him. "It's more fun that way, no?"

I'm laughing pls 😭- "I'm not saying I want my heart broken, but if she's bad then she can take it [his heart]."

Mark really does not give a fuck 😂 (btw this is the first reading I've done for a celebrity where I cannot stop giggling??? He's so funny). He also wants someone who would like call him out on his bullshit. Mark doesn't want someone who's submissive or a pushover, "😁Feistyyy." It's giving: "I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me"

Intuitively, I feel like Mark also has a lot of insecurity in his relationships as well. The partners who are healthier for him, he feels like he's not good enough for them, so instead he dates partners who are often unstable. It's okay to date someone who's more outspoken and dominant, but it seems like he's constantly attracted to partners who are too controlling towards him.

Physical traits

"Honestly I have a type. I'm not the tallest so I don't wanna date anyone who's like too tall but I don't mind the height too much. I like hair, the people I've dated their hair is pretty long and if they have short hair, it's gotta be like fluffy (voluminous is the word he was looking for)." Channeled songs: Trap Queen, 679, & Again by Fetty Wap

"I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go"

"Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though

I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though

I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though

And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy

You talking bands, girl, I got it

Benjamins all in my pocket

I traded in my Trues for some Robins

He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy

I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy

17 shots, no .38"

"I want you to be mine again, baby, ayy

I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy, ayy

But I cannot see myself without you

We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do

I go out of my way to please you

I go out of the way to see you

I ain't playing no games, I need you"

Oh he's a giverrr 😝. Mark wants for his partner to look good, so he'd go out of his way to pamper them and spoil them. Like "oh baby you want your nails done? I got youuu 😌". He likes to show off his partner. I heard "I want that Beyoncé and Jay Z love." (😭💀 Mark go sit tf down please). I love the energy tho fr.

He's mentioned girls a lot + all 4 cards are women, so he has a obvious preference towards the female gender.

Long hair

Thick, voluminous hair

All hair textures (straight, wavy, curly, etc).

Varies from pale, medium, deep, or brown skin tones.

Girls with a "mean" expression or resting bitch face (🤨😠😒)

Feline beauty

Arched eyebrows

Horizontally wider eyes

Prominent features (big nose and big lips)

Likes lipstick or lip gloss ("Juicy lips")

Someone who plays hard to get (as in a tsundere, basically acts like they don't want him but secretly does)

Shoulders and collarbones

Pretty hands

Nice ass

Likes jewelry? Rings and earrings to be specific.

Something about fabrics is coming up, so Mark could like when women wear flowy dresses or like those sheer beach cover ups.

Instagram baddie style is very apparent here.

Soft glam makeup (U.K? Black London baddie makeup. Latina makeup coming up as well.)

Mixes luxury with casual

Long acrylic nails

High heels

Painted toes

I am being reminded of that song that goes "Ion want no barbie, I want me a bratz doll "

Bratz doll type of beauty

Celebrities/influencers who are similar to his ideal type:

Juliana Nalu, Ashley Nicole King, Kali Uchís, Camo, Jordyn Woods, Yarastargal, Mia Owens, lisajn37, amandaa_solis, Cindy Kimberly, asiaeros, bbv_g6rl, 200120_01, & bybrokelle

[tobiasdrake]

While you’re on the subject of underexplored Dragon Ball trivia, could you tell us something on the Dragon Balls themselves?

Hmm... not sure how much underexplored trivia I know on the subject. I think most of the details about what the Balls are and how they work are pretty well known. But I can go into a run-down.

Originally based on Journey to the West, the core purpose of the Dragon Balls is to provide a sort of miraculous quest of worthiness to their seeker. On Namek, the planet they come from, each one of six Balls, stars 2-7, is carried by the Choro or "Elder" of the village. To make your wish to Porunga, you must visit each village in turn and pass some great test of virtue that the Choro demands of you.

With the final Dragon Ball, the One-Star Ball, resting in the hands of Saichoro or "Grand Elder". He is the final arbiter of worthiness for your desire to receive a miracle from Porunga.

Krillin, incidentally, is the only person during the campaign on Namek to successfully pass a Namekian elder's measurement of virtue rather than taking a Ball by force. For escorting Dende to the safety of Saichoro's home and for having genuinely good intentions for his desired miracle, Krillin is judged worthy and given the One-Star Ball.

300 years ago, after the Nameless Namekian ascended to the lofty position of God, he was able to make Dragon Balls of his own. Though he didn't have the same organized structure that Saichoro put into his Dragon Ball system, the idea was similar: the Dragon Balls would provide a means for people to produce great deeds when in need.

It didn't pan out. The Dragon Bal ls were a mistake and brought nothing but horror to the Earth, and he regretted ever making the stupid fucking things. After Piccolo killed Shenron, God was more than ready to wash his hands of it.

By the time we meet God, it's hard to disagree. Oolong thwarted a maniac's wish for world domination by spending Shenron's world-shaping miracle on a set of women's undergarments before he could make his wish. A jackbooted warlord shot up multiple regions of the world to claim the Dragon Balls because he wanted to be taller. Bulma shot a child in the face with a gun so she could have infinite strawberries. Or a boyfriend. Either/or.

Honestly, infinite strawberries sounds pretty valid for a wish, NGL. Still wouldn't impress God, though.

There's also a piece of obscure Dragon Ball trivia says that the Dragon Balls were once used to successfully make a wish for world domination. This is why the entire Earth is a one-world nation under the dominion of King Furry. I think it comes from a Toriyama interview? But I don't recall the source so take that with a grain of salt.

In any case, God feels that the Dragon Balls were a horrible mistake and it's hard to disagree. The only thing that convinces him they're worth remaking is Goku's nobility. He sees in Goku the great virtue that has thus far been missing from anyone else who would seek the Dragon Balls, and that makes it all worthwhile.

The process of assembling the Dragon Balls is meant to be difficult. However, Bulma's invention of the Dragon Radar more or less trivialized it.

Notably, as a sign of her genius, the handheld radar that Bulma carries around outstrips the competition every time. She's far from the only person ever to make a Dragon Radar; She's just the only person ever to make a portable one.

That huge wall console is the best that the world's most powerful rogue paramilitary organization could manage. And it's still a hell of a lot better than anything Vegeta or Frieza had. They had to track people and hope a Dragon Ball was nearby.

Though I would be remiss to bring up Bulma's invention of the portable radar and not mention that, fun fact, the Radar that we often see passed around throughout the series wasn't built by her. Bulma's Radar was stolen by General Blue.

It's never seen again after this scene. I guess it was probably still in HQ when Goku stormed the place?

No, the Radar Goku finished the RRA arc with and then continues passing along from character to character is actually this one, created by - I shit you not - a cameo guest star from Toriyama's gag manga Dr. Slump.

Having seen the inner workings of the Radar while it was being repaired, Turbo the flying genius baby is able to reproduce a second copy. This copy would become the main Dragon Radar going forward after Bulma's original Radar was lost and forgotten.

Yeah, Dr. Slump canonically exists within the world of Dragon Ball and has directly impacted the story of one of its most iconic elements. However, this Radar still remains Bulma's genius design. She completely obliterated the entire test of virtue concept. I need you to understand that Bulma is the greatest heretic in the history of the universe, and that she and Vegeta deserve each other.

And now she uses Shenron for plastic surgery.

God was right. Earth isn't worthy of power like this. It was a mistake to bring Shenron back.

With some limitations, the great dragon summoned by the Dragon Balls can grant any miracle that is within Shenron's power. The main restriction this places is simple: Shenron or Porunga may not grant a wish affecting a person more powerful than Shenron unless that person consents.

This limitation serves the narrative purpose of explaining why we can't have Shenron pop any enemy that shows up into oblivion, which had been the Muten-Roshi's plan for dealing with Piccolo originally.

Though I occasionally like to joke about an AU where Bulma uses Shenron to solve the Saiyans. Can't teleport them into the sun or something? That's fine. I wish for you to teleport their spaceships into the sun.

No, I know you still can't teleport them even if you teleport their vehicles. That's fine. I'm asking you to teleport only the ships.

And then everyone lives happily ever after. Until about six or seven years later when the Androids kill us all.

But Shenron's and Porunga's power limitations also mean the story can have fun moments like this.

Goku is able to resist Porunga's attempt to warp him back to Earth because he's too powerful for the dragon to move involuntarily. He must consent to the teleport.

Of note: This particular piece of context doesn't come up in the DBS: Broly film directly, but it provides a fun bit of context to its finale.

When Cheelai used Shenron to save Broly, he had to consent to that. He could have told Shenron to go fuck himself and kept fighting instead.

But he doesn't want to. You can feel it just from looking at his face. Gogeta broke Broly's legendary berserker rage. In this instant, staring down Blue Gogeta's Kamehameha, Shenron asked him, "You want out of this, my dude?" And he said yes please. I'm done. I'm ready to go home.

The power restriction is also the reason why Shenron couldn't revert the Twins to normal humans.

But he can pop those self-destruct devices right out of their bodies, no sweat.

The other key limitation that Shenron has is an inability to resurrect the same person twice - Something Goku just sort of throws in as a new rule at the start of the Saiyan arc.

It's interesting to note that it's not specifically a prohibition against repeated rezzes, but against "granting the same wish twice". This never comes up in any other context, but it's interesting to think about.

Good thing Porunga doesn't have that limitation. Like. At all.

Hey, look at that. He was able to bring back Piccolo, Krillin, and Yamcha even though he'd already revived those two before.

Before the Buu arc, it could be assumed that he could raise people twice because those people had previously been raised by Shenron. Different dragon, different wish history. But no. Porunga's just better.

Our bootleg wish-dragon is a pale imitation of the real thing. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you that. But ours can do multi-rez so suck on that Poru--

Oh, never mind. Muri found out about multi-rez and gave him a tweak. Porunga remains the superior dragon. Of course, he's not the only person to upgrade their dragon. We have Dende to thank for Shenron's upgrades too.

This is a point that I've seen people get confused on. Dende's Shenron grants three wishes like Porunga. However, a multi-rez is so costly that it expends two of those wishes. So you can have three individual wishes or a multi-rez and one other wish.

The language here is super ambiguous, admittedly. It's easy to interpret Dende as saying "If I activate multi-rez then I have to set the limit to two." Like. We can configure Shenron for three wishes OR configure him for two wishes but make it possible to do multi-rez.

But subsequent chapters and authorial statements have clarified the matter. As long as you aren't multi-rezzing, you get three wishes.

It's just. Nobody ever uses Shenron for anything but multi-rez so it rarely comes up. This is not helped by general inconsistency, which Toei is particularly bad about but Toriyama's guilty of too. In the DBS: Broly movie, Shenron inexplicably is back to granting only one!

My dude. What happened to your upgrade? You were upgraded, you defective knock-off! DX

I think he just wanted to get the fuck out of there before Frieza realized he can still make his wish for improved tallness. He grants enough of that shit for Bulma as it is. He doesn't want another person muscling in on it.

This is what his life has come to.

It's also interesting to note that with multi-wish dragons, you can bank a wish if you don't have anything else in particular that you want.

Speaking of inconsistency, they made a multi-rez wish so shouldn't Shenron be down for eight months, not four? Either way, point is that you can cut down Shenron's recharge time by not using some of your wishes. Which makes sense if you think about it, but is more user-friendly than a lot of magical reality-warping macguffins typically are.

Shenron's great about that in general, concerning himself with making sure that the miracle he grants is in line with the intent of the wish, not just the letter. Unlike that bastard Porunga. He knows what he did.

In fairness, that's as much Dende's fault as Porunga's.

That about covers it for the Dragon Balls and their Wish Dragons, I think.

[pharaohbean]

with or without me

original upload: december 21st, 2024 on ao3

summary: " "Hey, Toya-kun," Akiyama nudged him with a grin. "Let's pick something for each other, yeah? We can reconvene at the dressing rooms right over there when we're done, okay?" Toya thought for a minute, putting a hand to his chin to physically convey to Akiyama that he was thinking (they didn't freeze up this time, so he considered it a success). "Alright, but I can't promise you it'll be to your tastes." "That's part of the fun!" Was Akiyama's final words before they disappeared into the abyss of clothes. "

A week after Mizuki returns to school after their sudden prolonged disappearance, they ask Toya to hang out one day. "Twinkling and twinkling, life begins to shine."

tags: Akiyama Mizuki & Aoyagi Touya | Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, Shopping, no beta we die like nagi, takes place post-ena5, How Do I Tag, been here for a while still not much of a clue LOL, a LOT of in-depth outfit descriptions, its like. a fourth of the fic ngl

warnings: none

author's note: we are SO back /ref this was a request from my good friend!! she requested mizutoya hanging out after ena5 and it got… Out Of Hand /pos i hope you all enjoy!!

When Asahina Mafuyu—the honors third-year from Miyamasuzuka Girl's Academy—approached Toya one day, the singer didn't think much of it, nor of her request about what had happened to Akiyama. He told her what he knew, about the supplemental classes he knew they'd have to take, but didn't hear anything else past that. Even when Akiyama returned to school soon after, they didn't really want to talk about what had happened.

There was one thing Toya could tell, though: a weight had been lifted from their shoulders, and whatever it had been, Toya was glad to see it gone. And if Akiyama didn't want to talk about it, then he wouldn't pry.

A week passed like this since Akiyama's return, and Vivid BAD SQUAD's trip to America was being planned in full-force. Toya found himself swamped in the finer details, being the only member who had any idea what international travel was like—getting Akito and Azusawa passports was going to be a nightmare, he could already tell. Sure, Taiga-san and Ken-san were helping plan out the trip and pay for tickets and whatnot, and even his own parents were offering the passing piece of advice, but he was the one his teammates and the VIRTUAL SINGERS were going to for questions.

Toya ran a hand through his hair, already feeling a migraine coming on. If he was this physically bad, that was a sign that he needed to take a step back. But step back and do what, he asked himself. This is all we can think about... All I can think about.

"Toya-kun~"

Toya flinched, suddenly shaken out of his thoughts by the voice of his classmate. When he reoriented himself, he looked up into Akiyama's concerned eyes. "Are you okay?" They asked, grabbing a chair to swing around in front of Toya's desk. "The bell rang like, five minutes ago..."

"Ah..." Toya grabbed his bag from the side of his table and began packing his stuff away. "I was lost in my thoughts. Thank you for letting me know, Akiyama."

They let out a hum, but said nothing else except staring at him with an intensity they only got around Ena-san. "Hey... Toya-kun?"

"Hmm?" Moon-silver eyes flickered up to pale-sakura eyes.

"Do you want to go somewhere after school?" They smiled lightly, a note of sadness and guilt hanging on their lips and in their eyes. Toya's movements paused for a moment as he ran through his itinerary for the day. He should— "It's okay if you have something with Otouto-kun and An and Kohane-chan, though! You guys are so busy with preparing to go to America and everything. And... I understand if you don't want to... hang out with me..." Their voice trailed off as they looked away, frowning sadly.

Oh, did they mistake his pause for hesitation of being in their presence? "I always like spending time with you, Akiyama," he said, closing and clicking his bag shut. "I was just mentally going over my schedule for today." Akiyama perked up, looking at him again. "I'd love to hang out with you. Do you have a place in mind?"The way Akiyama perked up, their smile returning to their face made Toya not regret the decision to cancel on the others in the slightest (note to self: send Vivid BAD SQUAD a text on his way that he wouldn't make it to crase cafe that afternoon). "Yup~! Just follow me, Toya-kun!"

Akiyama had taken the two of them to the mall—specifically, a little clothing store tucked away, deep within the mall.

"I hope it's okay that I brought us here, I haven't been here in a little while and wanted to see if anything new was in stock," Akiyama smiled sheepishly. Toya shook his head, a soft smile on his own lips.

"It's no problem, I'm a little curious myself. Akito's always been the one determining what I wear, so it'll be interesting to see what else is out there."

"Oh~? Otouto-kun does your outfits for you?" Akiyama's smile turned into a teasing grin. (For once,) Toya picked up on what they were trying to convey, and waved them off with a sigh.

"When I first entered the scene on Vivid Street, I didn't... exactly have any attire appropriate for it," he explained as Akiyama opened the door for him. "When we first partnered up, one of the first things Akito did was get me some street clothes. Even though we barely knew each other, he picked out something I immediately liked. So from then on, he just... keeps giving me clothes."

"Heh, I see," Akiyama breathed, following Toya through. They gave a quick hello to the manager at the front, before dropping their voice low. "When I was younger, I didn't always pursue the cute style, y'know. It was my sister who encouraged me to wear what I wanted. She even gave me this ribbon," she gestured to the ribbon tying up their hair then with a forlorn smile, "as a parting gift."

Toya smiled in return, grateful for the little bit of their heart they'd shown him, then took a proper look around the store. It seemed in this store, all kinds of fashion styles intersected and blended together. Whoever stocked this store had a good eye for each branch of clothing, while also displaying what was "in" at the time. Stocked nearly from top to bottom in a tiny little store, there were myriad of choices for the singer to consider.

"Hey, Toya-kun," Akiyama nudged him with a grin. "Let's pick something for each other, yeah? We can reconvene at the dressing rooms right over there when we're done, okay?"

Toya thought for a minute, putting a hand to his chin to physically convey to Akiyama that he was thinking (they didn't freeze up this time, so he considered it a success). "Alright, but I can't promise you it'll be to your tastes."

"That's part of the fun!" Was Akiyama's final words before they disappeared into the abyss of clothes. Toya blinked, suddenly feeling significantly more lost without their presence, before the singer turned around and began exploring the shop in the other direction. He wandered up and down the various aisles, peering into every little nook and cranny and examining every article of clothing he found, especially the ones with lighter colors that Toya knew Akiyama loved. Despite being situated inside an incredibly busy mall, the shop saw no other customers in their entire time there, nor did the manager disturb them outside of giving Toya a nod when he caught their eye.

Finally, after a really long time in the shop (Toya didn't want to check the time lest he discover it was something absurd, like dinnertime, or worse), Toya had narrowed down his choices to two different dresses, both sitting on the floor on the other side of the shop from the dressing rooms. One was a black and white dress, with puffed sleeves, a checkered corset, a multi-layered skirt similar to a rose's petals with black framing and white ribbons overlaying it, and mismatching full-length boots. Red fabric was scattered all over the dress, as if blood seeping out from opened wounds, and a black blindfold with a fake red-to-white rose was initially placed on top of the full outfit that Toya had taken it as well.

The singer knew that Akiyama had a dress similar to this (more of the barebones of a dress so intricate like this, and significantly more pink), and thus had pulled it out off of that basis. Additionally, he knew Akiyama would appreciate the blindfold; he had heard them joking with Shiraishi and Kamishiro-senpai, upon seeing the former's outfit for their Gekokujou release and the latter's outfit for his group's Cyberpunk Dead Boy release, about how they were like the three monkeys—Shiraishi was "hear no evil," Kamishiro-senpai was "speak no evil," so thus Akiyama should be "see no evil."

However, the more Toya stared at the bleeding monochrome outfit, the more unsettled he became by it. He didn't know why, but he just felt that it wasn't a good choice for Akiyama despite the fact that he knew fashionably they would appreciate the thought—could it be the red peering out of different places around the outfit, as if the outfit itself was ripped at the seams, that made him so uncomfortable? Or could it be the black frame looking too similar to a spider's web, or the ribbons seemingly haphazardly holding some of the rips together?

With a shake of his head, trying to clear his head of the spiraling dark thoughts, he put the first outfit back where he initially found it, making sure it was properly folded and restored to its original state. With that ruled out, he turned to his second and final choice, still lying on the floor, as if attempting to be innocent of the other's unknown crimes like it itself was guilty of them.

This dress was a discolored white (on the green spectrum, Toya's mind unhelpfully supplied) with quarter sleeves and a much longer, yet less poofy skirt. Faded tea-green decorated the sleeves and edges of the dress, ruffles acting to give the dress some volume. Around the collar was a pair of intricate butterfly's wings, the right side having been lined with pale-golden lines and colored with an opalescent hue. The waist had two butterfly wings wrapping all the way around, connecting to the large translucent sakura-pale bow with white detailing, permanently sewn on the back of the dress and reaching even further down than the skirt of the dress. The bottom of the dress scrunched in a little to allow the sakura flowers at the bottom be properly displayed; down the front-left side of the dress, a thick stripe of fade tea-green stretched down, with a sakura-pale ribbon woven over the top half to act as a replacement liner of sorts, ending in a nice bow. On the other side of the dress, a little print of sakura flowers and their leaves and vines came alive. Paired with white Mary Janes that had tiny little white flowers on their upper rim, sakura-pale ankle socks, and an artificial yoka as a headpiece made the outfit complete.

Toya gave the entire dress another once-over before smiling and nodding to himself. He folded it up and gathered all the pieces in his arms then trotted over to the dressing rooms.

"There you are!" Akiyama perked up, a set of clothes settled next to them on the silver bench. "You were taking a while, I was worried you got lost!"

"Sorry, it took me a while to determine which one I thought would look best on you," Toya smiled apologetically. Akiyama waved him off with a wink and a smile.

"I was just messing with you, don't worry! Now, lemme see what you picked! This here," they patted the clothes beside them, "is my outfit for you! Go try it on, okay?"

Toya nodded, handing Akiyama the dress in his arms, with all its pieces included, then took the pile beside them. He ducked into the dressing room, locked the door behind him, and took a deep breath. He let a few moments pass him by, trying to calm his fast-beating heart (why was it so nervous? It was a dress, and Akiyama already said it was okay if he didn't get it quite right) before examining the clothes offered to him.

On the top of the pile was a pair of dangling silver earrings and a silver glasses frame, a black belt, and black dress shoes. Toya set the smaller articles aside and unfolded the primary clothing items. First was the navy button-up shirt; when he opened it up, he was surprised to see gold, cyan, and bright blue flowers on parts of the arms and roughly half of his torso, the two halves of the shirt clearly separated by the solid stripe for the line of buttons going down. Under the shirt was a pair of white slacks that seemed perfect for any formal occasion, but when Toya looked closer he saw the brass buttons on the sides of the bottom of the legs and the slits on the outside revealing more of that multi-flower pattern "underneath" the pant legs.

Akiyama knows my tastes well, Toya thought idly as he pulled off his tie, blazer, and shirt. It's very similar to the outfit that MEIKO recommended to us for our blender photoshoot. Toya remembered that outfit pretty well—specifically, he remembered how much he enjoyed wearing it, and how saddened (strangely?) he was when he had to return it to the photographer. Did Shiraishi tell them, I wonder...

Before Toya realized it, he had assembled the main pieces of the outfit and found himself staring in the mirror. He smiled at himself in the mirror, remembering how important blender was to him and what it and the outfit of the photoshoot—and, somehow, this outfit too—meant to him. He grabbed the dress shoes and swapped out his shoes (despite the fact they were near-identical, Toya didn't want to slouch on any part of the outfit Akiyama had assembled for him), then slid the silver frames over his eyes. He grabbed the silver earrings (all clip-ons, his unpierced ears cried out in relief) and attached them, and slid the black belt through the belt loops. Just before he was going to slide the leftover belt through the loops again, however, he remembered what the photographer did the first time and decided to leave the extra belt hanging down the front. He pulled out his silver necklace from under his shirt and rummaged through the front pockets of his schoolbag for the extra rings he kept on hand (all from someone near and dear to him, but he couldn't handle the feeling of two rings clanking against each other on his fingers so he simply traded them out as he felt). Sliding a few extra on, steeling himself for the annoying metal-on-metal, he took a deep breath and examined his outfit one more time. With a determined nod, he opened the door and stepped back out.

Akiyama stood up from where they were on the bench, their eyes sparkling bright as they took in Toya's full appearance. "You look absolutely stunning, Toya-kun! I knew I made the right decision when I picked this outfit."

"Thank you, Akiyama." A smile tugged at Toya's lips despite the flush that was threatening to spread across his cheeks simultaneously. "But why haven't you put on your own outfit?"

"I wanted to check my work first and see that I was still on-top of my game!" Akiyama stepped a little closer and reached up to Toya's face; he closed his eyes as they adjusted his glasses and straightened out his hair. He muttered a quiet "thank you" as they grabbed his wrists lightly and adjusted his sleeves a little. They stepped back and took Toya in again, then nodded with a grin. "Yup! Still got it!"

"You should put on your own outfit, Akiyama." Toya folded his arms. They chuckled, waving him off with a "yes, yes~" as they gathered the clothes and stepped into the other dressing room. Toya let out a quiet sigh, smiling all the while, then went to change back into his school clothes, taking off all the additional accessories. He refolded everything and placed all the articles and accessories on the bench next to him. He pulled out his phone and began checking up on the various Nightcord servers he was in.

Some time later (Toya wasn't too sure, sometimes he got a little sucked in trying to figure out what the heck was going on online sometimes) the door of Akiyama's claimed dressing room creaked open a little. Toya perked up, putting his phone away.

"Akiyama?" He quietly called out when the door didn't open further after a few moments. "Everything alright?"

"Mm... mhm." Their reply was a lot quieter than Toya expected; had he messed up somehow? "Sorry, I just had to get my bearings."

"Take all the time you need," Toya reassured. Akiyama took a deep breath then opened their door all the way and walked out.

They held themselves carefully, somewhat smaller than Toya expected, as if they were made of glass. They wouldn't meet his eyes and played with the hair ornament in their hands, which brought Toya's attention to the most striking detail of all. "Do I look okay...?" They muttered.

Toya stood up and gently took the hair ornament from Akiyama's hands; with their eyes on him, watching his every move shakily, he carefully moved up to their shorter-than-usual hair. He pinned it carefully on the side of their head then took a step back. "It looks amazing, Akiyama. How did you get it so short? Did you...?"

"Ahaha, no," they smiled awkwardly. "I used a bunch of pins to tuck the longer parts of my hair underneath itself, so it all seems shorter than it actually is..."

"Well, it was a good choice as it looks wonderful. Your fashion sense is unparalleled," Toya commented, giving them a small smile. "I wouldn't have thought of such a little detail, but it really does change everything about the outfit."

"Well, you have such short hair so you wouldn't have needed to think about it!" Akiyama grinned, most of the nerves having washed off their body—a few lingered, but Toya could tell they were returning to their old self.

"I really like the outfit you got for me, you know. I think I'll get it. Do you think you'll get this dress?"

"Hehe, I'm glad I picked something of Toya-kun's tastes~ ...It's a little different from my usual style, and it's pretty pricey for someone like me, but... I really like this dress."

"Then I'll pay. Go get changed so I can take it to the register."

"Wh— Huh—?! Hey, Toya-kun?! You don't have to push!! I can get changed in a timely manner, you know!"

Despite their panicked words and his forceful motions, laughter bubbled out from the two of them.

"That was super fun... Thanks for coming with me, Toya-kun," Mizuki said after sipping on the bubble tea in their hand. They had insisted on paying for something, and when Toya-kun idly mentioned he'd very rarely had any kind of bubble tea Mizuki was determined to rectify that. So here the two of them were, walking back to Mizuki's place with bubble teas in hand and stomach and the setting sun behind them.

"Of course. As I said, I always like spending time with you. Don't ever be afraid to ask me to hang out with you; I'm sure Shiraishi and Akito feel the same way."

Mizuki laughed quietly for a moment before realizing that their classmate wasn't kidding. "...Thanks, Toya-kun."

Toya-kun smiled at them, then turned back to sipping on his bubble tea; Mizuki mirrored him, subtly leading him to their place as they turned down roads and waited at lights; comfortable silence hung between the two of them, Mizuki, at the very least, lost in their thoughts. As they turned into Mizuki's subdivision, Toya-kun spoke quietly.

"Akiyama?" He began, waiting a beat for their eyes to flicker to his. "I don't know what happened, but... If you need someone to talk to about whatever happened while you were gone, you can talk to me. I'll wait for you as long as you need, so please think about it."

"You don't have to tell me if you really can't right now... But that doesn't mean I'm giving up! I don't want to see you with that awful look on your face, and I want to help you in whatever way I can... So please, tell me when you feel you're ready. I'll be waiting until then."

The absurdity of it all, it almost had Mizuki laughing.

"Akiyama?"

Oh, they were actually laughing. Oops. Mizuki cut off their laughter and looked up at Toya-kun again; his eyes were filled with concern and worry, but no matter how much Mizuki stared and peered and searched his moon-silver eyes, nowhere in there could Mizuki find someone who would abandon or hurt or talk behind them.

"Sorry, it's just that... Ena promised me the same thing, y'know." Mizuki turned away from Toya-kun to stare down the road, noticing how close they were to their place. Our time together is about to end... I know I'll see Toya-kun again tomorrow if I show up at school, but I don't want to say "goodbye" or even "see you later" today. We'll see each other a lot in the following days, weeks, months, and years as our lives move forward, but... Will I ever be able to tell them? Could I tell Toya-kun, or An or otouto-kun or Rui, or all the people in my life? Can I do something, still? Or will I...

Mizuki shook their head, dispelling the thoughts. They stopped in their tracks and put their arms behind their back, a mischievous grin falling over their lips. "Hey, Toya-kun! Do you want to have dinner with my parents and sister? My sis is in town for once, and I'm sure she'd be delighted to meet you!"

"Wouldn't she want to meet someone like Ena-san or Asahina-san first, though...?" Toya-kun tilted his head. Mizuki waved his concerns off, much to his amused bemusement.

"I want her to meet all my friends! Who she meets first isn't important, just as long as she meets you all!" Mizuki looked away sheepishly. "...Also she already met them a few months ago, the last time she was here."

"I see," Toya-kun drawled, giving them a half-patronizing half-mirthful look. "Well, in that case I'd be delighted to meet your family."

"Perfect! C'mon, I'm sure Mom's making way too much food for us four anyways; she always does that when sis comes home." Mizuki began running towards their house. Behind them, they could hear Toya-kun's startled shouts and rushed footsteps as he tried to catch up to them. They looked back and gave him a big grin, nearly barreling into a lamp post in the process. They stopped to calm their heart, in which time Toya-kun caught up to them, out of breath. They looked at each other and began laughing, walking normally the short distance to Mizuki's place.

I don't know if I can tell you today, Toya-kun, or tomorrow, or the next week or the week after, or in the following months and even years. But one of these days, I'll tell you, and everyone else too. I'll tell you the secret I've been hiding, just like how I told the rest of my group. I'll tell you just like I told my sister and parents. I'll tell you and hope and pray you really meant what you said. Like that song I saw: "Even if I know it won't come true, even if the world has already ended, even with or without me, still—"

"I have to do something, still." So just wait for me, okay?

[annimator]

I’m at a loss for words

(This is a lie, this episode was so fucking good and devastating at the same time holy shit-)

• Damn Ivy’s cooking. Thx for reminding me recap

• poor Logan ;-;

• Byeeeee Ted

• Intro still never gets old :>

• FAWK, EVERYONE IN BLUE TEAM’S FUCKED UP AFTER TED LEFT

• NATALIA FEELS BAD FOR LOGAN

• Lynda, I swear to god-

• Richard carried this entire episode fr

• As someone that’s also a swimmer, I related a lot to Logan talking about his skills & swimmers coming up for air. GOD THESE CHARACTERS ARE SO GOOD

• Ngl, Anastasia, Marissa, Isabel, & Natalia would be a great final 4 imo. It’s probably not gonna happen, but an enby can dream :>

• Ofc Anastasia’s still upset towards Lynda. Still understandable tho

• Awwww, Nat still wants to include Logan in their alliance :D

• Marissa’s sad ;-;

• WAIT OMG ANASTASIA WAS GONNA GRASP HER SHOULDER- HOLD UP, WHAT’S WITH ISABEL & NATALIA SMIRKING AT EACH OTHER AFTER THAT

• ok now that I think about it, they probably ship Anarissa as much as me lol

• OKAY THIS CONVERSATION IS GENUINELY MY FAVOURITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE EPISODE. IT’S PROBABLY TIED WITH TRISTAN TELLING ZAID THEY’RE NON-BINARY AS MY FAVOURITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE SEASON SO FAR

• Marissa’s so hard on herself fml ;-;

• “I won’t betray my morals to win… on or off the battlefield” Good for her

• SHE CALLED HER ANA AGAIN OH MY GOD

• She was gonna enlist in the military because of expectations, I felt that so hard

• MARISSA’S ENTIRE MONOLOGUE IN THIS SCENE WAS AMAZING. HATS OFF TO HER VA

• THE HAND HOLDINGGGGGG

• “Oh, Marissa, you could never become that. From day one you’ve seen me as an actual person, not a Barbie doll. Seeing you take charge, not once underestimating me, makes me want to follow you into any battle.” Girl, you could’ve just told her that you love her /j

• “Whatever your decision, I’ll stand by you.” “Really?” “I mean it.” HOW DID THEY NOT KISS AFTER THIS. THEY HAD FUCKING SPARKLES IN THEIR EYES

• Also love that Anastasia said those last words in Russian. I love seeing characters implement other languages besides English in this show :>

• I LOVE THAT THEY CONTINUED TO SHOW HANNAH & DIEGO’S BOND AFTER LAST EPISODE. YIPPEEEEEE

• Hannah’s acting like a little shit, I love it lol

• “Diego is such a breath of fresh air. I feel like he’s the first person in the game to truly get me!” Oh no, I don’t like where this is going

• Ohhhhh, Benji was making an idol! It looks like shit dude, I’m so sorry

• “I know I’m not the poker player, but there’s a reason he’s still in, right?” Benji, I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this

• ZAID & IVY CLOCKED HIM SO HARD LMAOOOOO

• MORE ZAIVY CRUMBS >:DDDDDD

• Did anyone notice that Ivy’s been acting kinda… off? She said she wants to prove that Hollywood doesn’t turn you into an asshole, but she’s been poking fun at Benji a lot…

• They’re acting’s pretty cute, they’re totally canon :>

• “So, it’s Benji if we lose.” “Then Hannah, we got two shields.” OKAY EVEN IF I LIKE BENJI A LOT, I’M FINE IF HE GETS OUT, BUT WDYM HANNAH

• DIEGO DOESN’T WANT HANNAH TO GET OUT. THANK YOU BRO

• “Spencer, a word?” I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING

• “Hmm, you guys think they’re making out?” LMAOOO IVY

• “Ah, oh young love.” ngl I thought Ivy said this when I saw the trailer, but the fact that is was Tristan makes the line EVEN BETTER >:DDDDD

• THEY’RE STILL TAUNTING ZAID ABOUT HIS CRUSH ON IVY, NOBODY COULD EVER MAKE ME HATE YOU TRISTAN

• “He made it clear he’s not interested in Diego. Well, he is, and he isn’t. I dunno, but he’s smart enough to not pursue it.” I uh… I still don’t like where this is going

• IM SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT

• HE REALLY WANTS HANNAH TO STAY IN. OMGGGG

• AAAAAA HE’S HOLDING SPENCER’S HANDS

• ONC FUCKING BAITED US. I THOUGHT HE WAS CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE TRAILER

• “Diego…” “Spence?” AAAAPNFIPQWFQEIFPNEWNGPIEWBGPIQEHGIPQEBG

• HE WENT IN FOR THE KISS- aw man it didnt happen ;-;

• OH MY GOD NO, THEY’RE IN A FUCKING MISUNDERSTANDING

• Spencer’s gay pancaking so hard lmao

• “Is it, um… Is it bad that I want it to happen again?” NO. NO IT ISN’T

• “What was that?! What was that?! I was tryin to save Hannah, and my emotions got in the way again, and… Oh, no… Maybe Jade is right! Maybe falling for someone in this game… isn’t a good idea.” I need to shoot somebody

• IM CRYING, BENJI JUST MUTTERED “FUCK” AFTER HE REALIZED TED GOT ELIMINATED

• Challenge sounds interesting. Richard’s gonna have a blast with this one

• “This is the once-flourishing corn maze, where we would see plenty of kids get lost and forgotten. Hehe!” Trevor?????

• Ofc Anarissa’s holding onto the blue team’s hoop together after THAT scene

• Logan’s still hurt after what happened last elimination during the challenge ;-;

• Oooooo, Nat & Isa are getting into a small arguement. Isabel’s having too much fun with gaslighting when it comes to the idol

• uh oh, animation error- WAIT OMG SPENCER & DIEGO FEEL SO AWKWARD ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED, FAWK

• “Hell yeah!” Isabel, what was that

• IM CRYING, DIEGO FORGOT HE WAS IN A CHALLENGE WHEN SPENCER SHOWED UP

• “I don’t think Diego… is an ally anymore. He’s… he’s my liability.” OH GOD NO, NOT THE ANGSTY DOOMED[?] YAOI.

• Tristan’s teasing Ivy now lol.

•”Hmm, I think he might be into you :D!” I guess he’s kinda cute. I like that he’s tall, and he can cook, and the bead isn’t hurting any eyes.” YAYAYAYAYAYY

• “But it won’t work out.” WDYM

• GIRL HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF OPPOSITES ATTRACT. WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YA HAVE DIFFERENT VALUES. STOP THE “BETTER OFF AS FRIENDS” BULLSHIT

• BENJI GOT HIT IN THE BALLS AGAIN LMAO

• MORE ANARISSA CRUMBS WOOOOO

• “Thanks for earlier, by the way, really.” AWWWWWWWW

• YEAAAA HANNAH >:D

• oh yeah that’s right, Richard’s a basketball player turned coach. He’s gonna hard carry this for the blue team.

• “Is everything OK, homie?” I’d honestly say smth like this tbh lol :>

• DAMN DIEGO’S FUCKING STRONG

• Trevek keeps glancing at each other throughout this episode (GAYYYYYYYY)

• “As a matter of fact, no. I wanted to extend an olive branch””I’m not buying that. I voted for Anastasia!” Fuck you Lynda (tbh my opinions on her are pretty love/hate-ish as of recently)

• Marissa did it :D Lynda’s on good terms with her :D Lynda’s gonna abuse this isn’t she?

• RICHARD YOU SHOW OFF

• “How couldn’t I, looking into his big beautiful, lens-covered eyes? I came here to experience how beautiful the world could be, and it found it— him. I had to seize my opportunity.” GODDDDDD

• “You need to talk to Spencer honestly. No more flirting games.” “You’re right” y’all

• RICHARD CLUTCH

• WAIT OMG, ANASTASIA & MARISSA HUGGED EACH OTHER. THOSE FUCKIN SPARKLES IN THEIR EYES ARE BACK

• WAIT THAT SCENE FROM THE THUMBNAIL DIDN’T EVEN HAPPEN. DID JARED & ROBERT JUST MAKE IT TO PISS OF HOMOPHOBES AND MAKE YAOI BAIT???

• Silly Billy’s having too much fun voicing Trevor & I love it

• Hannah, I was thinking the same thing about Benji’s “idol” lol

• “I might’ve gotten Zaid & Ivy to see it. They could have bought it.” They didn’t Benji. They didn’t

• SPENCER WANTS TO VOTE OUT DIEGO BECAUSE HE’S A MENTAL/EMOTIONAL LIABILITY. GOD

• Spencer & Jade’s alliance is getting testy? I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING DOUBLE CROSS HIS GAY BRITISH ASS JADE-

• wait what, who said that

• WAIT HOLY SHIT TRISTANNAH CRUMBS. LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY LOOKED WHEN HANNAH SAID THAT THEY & ZAIVY HAVE THE ABILITY TO THROW OFF SPENCER & JADE

• IVY?????? YOU DID NOT HAVE TO BE THAT RUDE TO HIM, BUT THAT “FUCKING STICK” LINE WAS HILARIOUS

• OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDD

• “Spence!” “Y-yeah?” “I want to apologize. About earlier, I-” “It’s fine. I’m sure it was an honest mistake.” “No, no it wasn’t. I like you, Spencer. I like you quite a lot. You’re driven, funny, and you hide such a big heart. I’d didn’t expect to meet someone so wonderful here. And I… was… hoping… you felt the same.” I NEED TO BE SEDATED, PLEASE

• “My heart tells me we can keep playing this game and go far! Together. Do you trust me?” “…We’re voting Benji tonight.” SPENCER.

• “Fuck! I- I can’t do this.” YEAH, YOU SHOULD FEEL CONFLICTED FOR DOING THAT. GO SIT IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID

• Spencer going to Ivy for a favour? This is gonna screw him over in the future, trust me guys

• OH GOD. THERE’S SO MUCH GODAMN ANGST

• DIEGO STILL DOESN’T WANT TO VOTE SPENCER MY FUCKING GODDD

• HANNAH MENTIONED TRISTAN, THIS COUNTS AS A TRISTANNAH CRUMB TO ME YALL

• I love Hannah & Diego’s friendship sm. Rlly grew on me!

• HELP WHY IS DEREK READING OFF A SCRIPT. ALSO YEA, WHO TF WROTE THAT

• EVERYONE BESIDES BENJI DIDN’T HAVE A HAPPY FACE WHEN THEY WERE VOTING. FAWK

• im scared for this y’all

• Oh god.

• OH GODDDDDDD

• FUCK FUCKFUCK FUKC

• IM GONNA SHOOT SOMEBODY

• “Yes! I’m saved! I mean- Sorry, Diego.” BENJI, PART OF ME’S ALSO GLAD YOU AREN’T OUT, BUT READ THE ROOM MY GUY

• JADE’S PISSED AT SPENCER OH FUCK

• “Hey, remember what I told you, okay?” “No goodbye. Only see you later.” DUDE.

• HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE ANY HARD FEELINGS, AND ZAID & TRISTAN FELT BAD ABOUT SEEING HIM GO. DIEGO JUST WANTS HIS TEAM TO BOUNCE BACK. THEY REALLY CAN NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU DIEGO

• “You know… after everything… I still didn’t vote for you.” WHO. THE FUCK. DECIDED TO PUT THIS LINE INTO THE SCRIPT. I NEED TO PERSONALLY TALK TO THEM

• Someone on twt said Diego played the game with his heart, and wounded up getting his heart broken and it DOESN’T MAKE HIS ELIMINATION EASIER TO HANDLE, WHAT THE FUCK-

• “Even for a million dollars, Spencer couldn’t control his true emotions. Now he’s MY liability.” YEA GET HIS ASS JADE

• IVY HAVING A STRATEGIC/VILLAIN ARC? THAT WASN’T ON MY BINGO CARD

• I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR BULLSHIT SPENCER, YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT VOTING HIM OUT. YOU WEREN’T SMILING LIKE A LITTLE SHIT WHEN YA SAID THIS GAME’S JUST GETTING STARTED

• OKAY, DESPITE ALL THE ANGST, THIS WAS A FUCKING AMAZING EPISODE. PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE SO FAR THANKS TO ALL THE SHIPPING CONTENT AND STUFF

• Also friendly reminder… WE’RE ONLY ON EPISODE FUCKING 5. AND NEXT EPISODE’S SUPPOSEDLY GONNA BE ANOTHER MUSICAL ONE FROM WHAT JARED SAID ON TWT. GOD I AM SO EXCITEDDDD

• aight, new Elimination Devastation ranking

4th - Amelie

3rd - Ted

2nd - Alessio

1st - Diego (YEAH, IT WAS THAT FUCKING SAD FOR ME. RUNNING ME OVER WITH A TRUCK WOULD’VE HURT LESS)

• Anyways, I have a comment to make on Spencer’s audition vid