#i just love these trucks sooooo much!

[cultven]

Butch Wolverine Headcannons

(General Headcannons and X Female! Reader)

This is sooooo indulgent, my mind is just taken over by her… Here are some head cannons I daydreamed up with my pussy 

Warnings: Some very very mild sexual implications

Female! Logan doesn’t shave. Like ever. Due to her animalistic properties, the hair just grows back in a matter of hours, so it’s not worth the upkeep. She occasionally tries her best for special events, but it’s always rendered useless. Plus, she knows you don’t mind anyway, it’s just so much work. 

Bras are her worst enemy. Occasionally she’ll fight in a sports bra, but you will never catch her in one of those frilly Victoria's Secret bras. Unless you ask, of course. Then she’ll gladly drop a small fortune on a cute little bra and underwear set just for you. 

Every month the day before her period her cramps hit her like a truck. Despite her advanced regenerative properties, her uterus seems to be the exception. Seeing her outside her room during this time is an accomplishment as she is practically bedridden. The only way she truly survives these times is due to your care and support. You provide all her favorite foods and offer her numerous heating pads and other soothing ointments. Female! Logan will never admit it, but she absolutely adores being babied by you. 

She is usually the big spoon, scooping you up in her muscular arms. She presses you firmly to her chest and sometimes, if you're lucky, lets you turn around and practically smother yourself in her tits while cuddling. It’s like a small dosage of heaven. Wolverine would pepper small kisses in your hair, smelling your sweet shampoo. 

Other times when she’s feeling particularly soft, she’ll allow you to embrace her from behind, acting as the big spoon. 

Her arm is always around you, no question whatsoever. She’s far from insecure in your relationship, knowing how loyal you are to each other, but she just loves flaunting you to others. This pretty little thing on her hip? Yeah, that’s her girlfriend. Jealous? You should be. At least that’s Female! Logan’s mentality. 

When it’s your turn to cling onto Female! Logan, it’s always onto her arms. You love feeling the hard and soft muscles flex under your fingertips. It always gets you going.

Female! Logan is not a fan of Scott Summers. Not in the slightest. The first time you came around Xavier’s to meet the other mutants he was instantly intrigued by you. Some light conversation led to flirting on his part. Usually, he’s smart enough not to mess with Female! Logan, but he hadn’t assumed the two of you were dating until he got a swift punch right along his jawline. From then on Female! Logan has assured you were never left alone in a room with Summers for longer than thirty seconds. 

Instead of adopting regular Logan’s alcoholism, Female! Logan tends to stay more on the side of smoking. Hand her a fresh pack of Marlboro Reds and she’ll reward you that night. ;)

Admittedly, she doesn’t smell great. It could be worse, but hygiene is not one of her top concerns. Every year as one of the smaller gifts you give her is a bottle of Bath & Body Works body washes, and every year you end up just using it yourself. She believes taking brisk showers is most effective, she doesn’t have time to slather herself in expensive products. You always wonder how her hair stays so fluffy. You suppose it’s just natural.

Speaking of her hair, you are OBSESSED. She has a short layered wolf cut with the classic ear tufts, which you’re pretty sure are natural since you never see her style them. If you’re ever having a rough night just pet and play with your girlfriend’s hair for a few minutes and you’re out like a baby. Sometimes you think she has you under a magical spell. 

Backtracking to showering, you end up showering together a lot. Female! Logan always happens to need to shower at the same time you do, but you know it’s her way of asking if she could join. Of course, the answer is always yes. Her mentality of quick showers immediately goes out the window when she watches you strip down and stand under the running water. The shower wasn’t the only thing wet at that moment.

After your extracurricular activities in the shower, the aftercare is always sweet and loving. Hot water falls over both your bodies as you rub each other's skin with soap lovingly. You scrub the shampoo into her scalp, she exfoliates your legs. Once you’re both done you immediately get into your pajamas and cuddle under a nice blanket, watching something until you’re both soundly asleep. 

Everyone at the mansion thinks you guys are so cute. They constantly tease Female! Logan for being able to snag such a positive, sunshiny girlfriend. She typically shrugs them off with a mean glare and a snarky comment back, but deep down she knows she’s truly lucky to have found someone as accepting and loving as you. Sometimes she doesn’t feel she’s worth the hassle, but you always find a way to reassure her. 

It takes a few years for Female! Logan to propose, mostly because of her insecurities as a mutant, but when she does you are instantly in shambles, bawling out your acceptance. 

Female! Logan never thought she would get married, especially not to a regular human. She never thought humans could ever fully understand and accept a mutant the way that you do. Additionally, she fears her lifestyle will get you hurt, something that haunts her nightmares. But after seeing your beautiful bright smile after she popped the question there was no doubt in her mind she needed you as her wife. 

A big wedding was never what either of you wanted. If she was being honest, Female! Logan would have been happy with just eloping, but you wanted to do something small and she could never say no to you. 

On a warm day in spring, the two of you finally wed, the other residents of the mansion applauding the two of you. It was a small crowd, only a few select friends, but it couldn’t have felt more perfect for the two of you. 

a/n: I could easily write more. Someone please request a oneshot with her (and also name ideas, I don’t want to keep referring to her as Female! Logan. I’m not sure if there is already an agreed-upon name for her.)

[creedslove]

MAKING OUT WITH THE BRIDE'S FATHER - JOEL MILLER HEADCANONS ✨

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: the reason why I love Pedro so much is that he always makes me feel alive no matter how bad the situation is 💟

A/N #2: besties I'm so sorry about this Headcanon, I know it's sooooo bad, but I had the idea several weeks ago I think I don't really remember and I've been writing a little bit every day since but I went through a lot in a short time and I lost inspiration but at the same time it was really bothering me to see it lying in my drafts unfinished, I'm sorry it sucks, but I love you all 💕

• you met Sarah Miller when she was only a freshman girl, completely lost in her first day of college after she was dropped off and looking like a scared little deer even if she tried assuring you she was alright

• you were a few years older than her and you'd been there, so you pretended to believe she was alright but still offered her some help to get her dorm organized and simply find herself around campus; she quickly accepted it and that was how your friendship had started

• during the semester, you became one of Sarah's best friends; as you were always there to help her out, advise her or simply offer her some company or comfort the days she felt lonely and missed her family too much - you knew she didn't know her mom and she was raised by her dad and her uncle which you thought it was pretty awesome of them, but other than that, you didn't actually hear much about them, as you both often talked about other stuff

• and so the years passed and soon enough Sarah was graduating and marrying her college sweetheart, Ben, who'd been introduced to her by you during a party, so it was more than exciting to be invited to that beautiful party

• so you packed your bags, got yourself a decent place on Airbnb and went to Austin, to celebrate the wedding of your beloved friend, due to conflicting schedules, you could only get there a few days before the wedding, which ruined your plans of meeting Sarah's family, having dinner together and getting to the city, since the most you were able to do was just handle the last adjustment and details for your dress, help Sarah with the arrangements for the party and of course, party hard in her bachelorette party

• the bachelorette party was partially organized by you, as you never really knew how those things were supposed to go, other than just the scenes you saw in several movies, should you go to a male strip club? Should there be men half naked rubbing themselves against you and your friends? You weren't so sure, so you talked to Sarah and you picked a nice nightclub to dance and drink

• so you and your group of friends hit the club, all in your best clothes, nice heels and Sarah wearing a cute little party veil so everyone would know she was the bride to be. The night was perfect and you danced and drank as much as you wanted, knowing you could just call yourself a Uber to go home

• you stayed until the end of the party, your group of friends had all left home in different Uber rides and Sarah was picked up by Ben just some moments ago, so you grabbed your purse, paid for your part of your check and went to the parking lot, since your uber wouldn't take much to get there

• and that was when you saw him: easily the most handsome man you'd ever seen, older than you of course, tall, broad, brown hair salt and peppered and leaning against his truck. He seemed to be waiting for someone, but his attention was immediately shifted towards you, and he couldn't pay attention to anything else

• you just caught Joel's attention as you walked out of that bar; you didn't seem drunk or wasted, but definitely a little tipsy and while he wasn't a creep - Sarah had accidentally called him and asked him to pick her up and there was no way in the world he wouldn't come for his little girl, even if she wasn't little anymore and was going to be a married girl in a couple of days

• and even when she explained to her dad that she didn't mean to call him and he didn't need to pick her up because she was already going home with Ben - clearly drunk, which bothered Joel but he couldn't actually do anything about it - he said he was just going back to sleep, omitting the fact he was already at the parking lot waiting for her. She wasn't a child anymore, but he really missed when she was one because then, she would still be his sweet little Sarah wearing her cute star PJs to bed, and not exiting the club completely drunk like she did a while ago

• but all that whining went away in the blink of an eye once Joel spotted you, because he couldn't recall seeing a better looking woman at a bar in so fucking long, that or it was because he hadn't gotten laid in so long, his balls might've been blue but he wasn't just gonna empty them on the first woman he saw, so he just kept using his hand for it

• but you... He swallowed hard and decided to take a few steps towards you, after all, it wouldn't hurt just to make sure you were doing okay and no creeps were bothering you, because he wasn't a creep, he just wanted to make sure you were alright

• and when you saw Joel walking towards you, you felt your breath caught in your chest. He was so freaking handsome, big and manly, the kind of man to put you on all fours and fuck you while he whispers into your ear what a good girl for him you really are

• and you didn't remember much of your interaction with him, when you realized what you were doing, you were pressed against the hood of his truck, kissing him hungrily while his strong hands squeezed your body and roamed all over you; your hands messing up with his curls, tugging at them slightly as you moaned into his mouth, against better judgement you could let yourself be fucked by him at that moment

• however, you didn't even know his name, it was a dangerous game your body begged you to play, but your rational side was still too alert for it, so when you managed to see your Uber had arrived, you found strength in yourself to get rid of his intoxicating touch in your body and simply run to the car, you should've asked his name, but you didn't

• and the following days after that night at the bar, as much as you tried thinking of something else, all you could focus on, was that handsome man and the way he held you, he gripped your body and kissed you; it was different from any kind of touch you'd experienced, that mysterious man seemed addictive to you

• but as the wedding approached, your lustful thoughts had to be placed aside so you could focus on all the tasks you had to do: help Sarah get ready, check the venue for her and so on, not to mention getting ready yourself for the event, being so busy you totally skipped the part where you'd meet her family

• as you waited in church for her with the rest of your friends, you couldn't help but being extremely shocked to see Sarah walking down the aisle by her father, whom you had never actually seen before that night at the bar, but he happened to be your mysterious fling from the parking lot

• Joel also couldn't believe the hot girl he'd made out with was his daughter's best friend, he knew he was older than you even if you both hadn't much time to talk, but he didn't expect that

• you two had to stop those feelings aside so you could focus on the ceremony, but the way Joel kept glancing at you, made it pretty obvious you'd have a very interesting wedding reception afterwards 😉

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[kooksvspogues]

Happy 1st Birthday Lilian!! 🥳

Part 2 -

Authors note: thank you guys sooooo much for the love I received on Part 1. I used to write so much, but gave a lot of it up, this is my first tumblr account and I really wanted to give my writing a shot on here. Thank you again, sooo much🥹❤️

“Really? Thought we agreed that we would pretend that didn’t happen?” I roll my eyes

“What if I don’t want to forget about it?” He asked

“Well that’s not what we agreed on” I state, “Mack would be really mad about that”

“You do realize Logan flirts with you 24/7 and all she does is laugh” Drew points out

“Yeah cause she knows it’s 100% jokes on both sides” I explain

“Maddie, we talked for hours and made out for like 20 minutes and you ran off… I don’t think Mackayla would be that pissed about it.. besides, I haven’t had that good of a conversation with anybody ever in my life. I’m not asking to be any more than just friends, I just really enjoyed having somebody to talk to like that” he explained

“We can be friends, that’s it” I state

“Okay, cool. But, I do have one question” he says

“What?” I ask looking over at him

“Why did you run off?” He asks

“Beca——“ I started but my phone started to ring. Saved by the bell. I look down and see that it’s Mack calling me, “yes ma’am?” I answer

“Why have y’all been at a stop sign for like 5 minutes?” She asks and I can’t help but laugh

“Me and Drew were talking about Lilian and he was showing me pictures he has taken, why?” I lie, watching as Drew gave me a weird look and I point for him to start driving

“Oh, okay, well will you grab us a big bottle of fireball while your out, I forgot to add that to the list” she explained

“Yea as long as you stop stalking me” I laugh

“Fireball is for you ma’am, and I will never stop stalking you, y’all be careful and hurry up” she said

“Sir yes sir” I laugh before hanging up

“She’s stalking us?” Drew asked

“Yep, so get a move on” I say

“You never answered my question” he said

“And it got interrupted for a reason” I state keeping my eyes on the road ahead of us, “man, I forgot how much I missed this place”

“Yeah the views are beautiful” he says and I feel his eyes on me, causing me to glance over at him

“Can you keep your eyes on the road?” I laugh

“Hard to” he says grinning before winking at me

“Get me to this liquor store and back in one piece please” I beg making him laugh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the way back to the house, I did everything in my power to not let that question come up again. How was I supposed to answer it.. why did I run? How was I supposed to explain that just in a few hours of talking, I had fallen for my bestfriends brother and then the feelings grew 20x more the second his lips touched mine. Mack would be furious probably, especially knowing we snuck off at her wedding to make out. I can’t do that to her. The more his hands touched me and the tighter his arms got around me, the more it hit me like a truck that I couldn’t do this, not to Mack, she’s the best friend I’ve ever had and I can’t do anything to jeopardize that.

“Hey, we’re here” Drew said shaking her arm pulling me out of my thoughts, “you okay?”

“Perfect” I say shooting him a quick smile before opening the door and sliding out.

Logan came rushing out of the house to the passenger side of the truck as I smile up at him.

“I’ll get this, you go ahead and go inside” he tells me and I nod, quickly going inside only to be met with Mack and Liliana at the door.

“Everything go fine, figured an alcohol run would be a good ice breaker for you two to get to know each other” Mack said

“Oh yeah, he’s very sweet” I smile at her before making grabby hands for Liliana, to which is happily handed her over.

“Yeah, he’s awesome, did the liquor store have everything on the list?” She asked

“Yes ma’am, felt like alcoholics coming out” I said making us both laugh as we watch the boys walk up to the door. Liliana making noises as soon as she sees Drew come into view making him smile real big down at her before glancing up at me holding her. I smile back at him as I follow behind Mack into the kitchen after the boys.

“Okay, so most of everything needs to go in the patio fridge, I’ll grab what I want to stay in here” Mack says as we all stand around waiting for her to separate everything. I rearrange Liliana and put her on my other hip, looking up and finding Drew’s eyes on me, causing me to raise an eyebrow, to which he just winked back. I shake my head but can’t help but slightly smile.

“Mads, you want your stuff in here or outside?” She asks

“In here, duh” I say immediately reaching for the fireball and going to stick it in the freezer.

“What else do you drink?” Drew asked

“She’s a hard liquor girl if she gets to choose” Mack answered for me

“Pretty much” I laugh as drew nods crossing his arms

“Hey uh Mack, would you be okay with me asking Austin and chase to go out with us tomorrow?” Drew asked

“Yeah, of course, are they the only two in town?” She asked

“Yeah, as far as I know” he answered as she nodded.

“Let me go call them before I forget” he said before walking out

“You’ll love Chase and Austin” Mack said catching my attention

“Well if you do, I’m sure I will too” I smile

“And they love to dance” she said shaking her shoulders making me and Liliana giggle, “so maybe you can find you a new dance partner” she added

“Yeah maybe so” I say shrugging as Drew walks back in.

“They’ll be here, you may have a house full tomorrow since your house is closest” Drew says

“They know where everything is, they’ll just have to crash on the couches or floor this time… that is, unless one gets on Maddie’s good side” she said wiggling her eyebrows, making mine and Drew’s eye widen

“Please don’t say that” I plead

“What? I’m just saying, I mean, I think Chase is talking to someone but Austin, he’s single and ready to mingle the last I heard” she giggled

“I’m really good” I laugh nervously

“C’mon Maddie, you haven’t told me anything about a guy in like 2 years, wouldn’t hurt to keep look” she winked at me making me shake my head

“Okay, so all the rest of this goes outside?” Drew changed the subject going to pick up bottle and cases, glancing up at me a few times with a clenched jaw.

“Yes, please” she answered as Drew walked out and towards the back patio door, Logan following close behind.

“So, I was thinking, we have a little pool party of our own while the boys grill later?” She asks

“Sounds good to me” I say as she walks closer to me wrapping her arms around me

“I’m so glad you’re here” she says, “I’m so ready to have you completely back in the same state”

“You’re just ready to have a babysitter at any time” I laugh

“I mean, your not wrong, buuut I’ll also be able to have a girls night anytime we want really” she explains

“Also true” I agree as she smiles at me as the boys walk back in as Garrett comes in the front door.

“Who’s ready for burgers??” He yells

“We arrrre” Logan yells back

“Hey baby” Garrett says walking over to Mackayla giving her a kiss

“Hey, thought we could all go for a swim while your grilling, that okay?” She asks

“Yeah, fine with me” he smiled, “I’m just gonna go fire the grill up, get everything put together and get them going, y’all go ahead”

“Alright, swimsuits everybody” she yells pushing the boys towards the stairs, me following behind.

“Does Garrett have a pair we can borrow?” Drew asks

“That’s where we’re going” Mack sings making me laugh a little

“You have a swimsuit, right?” She glances back at me

“Yes ma’am, you want me to go grab one for Lils?” I ask her

“Yes please, her swimsuits should be in the third or fourth drawer” she says and I nod walking towards Liliana’s room.

“Alright Ms. Liliana, what color should we do?” I ask her pulling the drawer out, “want duckies or daisies?” I asks snd she jerks around in my arm making me laugh as she reaches for the bright pink swimsuit with little yellow daisies. “Daisies it is” I smile putting the other one back in the drawer and turning towards her changing table, looking for a swimming diaper. “There they are” I mumble to myself before grinning at Liliana. Once I get her changed, I turn to head towards my room but stop in my tracks when I see Drew standing at the door with his hand leaned up against the frame, every muscle in this man’s arms and chest flexing, smiling down at me

“You’re really good with her” he says calmly, as if he isn’t making my heart, brain, and eyes explode in this very moment

“Thanks” I smile trying oh so hard to keep my eyes on his and not anywhere else.

“You want me to take her so you can go change?” He asks me

“Yeah if you don’t mind” I say as he reaches for her. I walk across the hall into my room and unzip my suitcase, digging around until I find my swimsuits. I pull out my favorite black two piece bikini and quickly change into it but start to hear excited voices downstairs. When I walk out, I see Mack walking back upstairs,

“Hey, Chase and Austin are here, I think Drew told them Garrett was grilling and they hurried on over, was just gonna let you know” she said before glancing down at my swimsuit, “you look smokin” she said putting her hand on her hip, nodding at me.

“You too hot momma” I laugh looking at her bright pink bikini as she grabbed my hand pulling me down the stairs.

“Chase! Austin!” She yells causing them to glance up as we come down the stairs. My eyes immediately locking with Austin’s as he just smiled at me, “this is my bestfriend from college, Madison, Maddie, Mads, dumbass, whatever you prefer” she introduces making me swat at her arm, “Mads, this is Austin and Chase” she says as they both smile at me.

“Nice to meet y’all” I say

“Nice to meet you too” Chase says

“You mind if I just call you beautiful?” Austin says making my eyes widen and cheeks redden as Mack elbows me a little

“Uh um.. yeah. I mean, I guess that’s fine” I nervously say looking up at him as he smiled back at me. I see Drew in the corner of my eye turn away and scratch the back of his head before walking outside.

“Let’s go help Garret dude” Chase says as he catches Austin’s attention again before pushing him outside

“Looks like Austin is interested” she said poking my side

“I need a drink” I say walking into the kitchen, going straight to the freezer and opening up the new bottle of fireball, taking a few swigs.

“Did he make you that nervous?” She asked laughing

“You have no idea…” I say taking another swig thinking about Mack’s brother instead of the man she thinks I’m actually thinking about…

To be continued…

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[notjustjavierpena]

Reunion - Part I: Tonight

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: I have wanted to post this for a week now, expanding the dbf-universe a little more than it just being smut. It’s cliché-filled and lovely, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Summary: You're flying back to visit your parents (it’s Joel, you’re actually home for) after a month at college.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, dad’s best friend joel miller, daddy kink, sooooo much longing and love and fluff and teasing, Joel gets a blowjob, pet names, PIV sex, rough sex, dirty talk, cuddles, reader’s dad is oblivious 

Word count: 6.3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49869355/chapters/125892244

Tonight

You feel giddy as you walk through the airport with your headphones on, your bag slung over your shoulder, and with a bounce in your step. Your feet’s movements have automatically adjusted to the beat of the song that’s playing in your ears, setting a late-summer soundtrack to your life as unimportant faces pass. 

It’s sunny and warm inside the glass building, and whilst you cannot wait to get outside into the colder weather, it’s actually because of your father’s work emergency that you are excited; Joel is picking you up instead.

Joel at 11:06 a.m.: I can’t wait to see you. -JM

Your eyes roam over the screen of your phone whilst you pass through the crowd, smiling in a way that would make your parents ask why. Who knew that Joel Miller could make you feel like summer was still at its peak? 

“There you are,” Joel says when you find his car in the enormous parking lot. He is leaning against the side of the vehicle, and you approach him whilst taking off your earphones to let them hang around your neck. 

When you are less than twenty feet from him, you stop walking and run the rest of the way. You close the distance between you by throwing your arms around him in a tight hug, a happy squeak leaving your mouth. He lets out an ompf-sound but embraces you when the car saves him from falling backward.

“Hey,” he says into your hair, noticing the volume of your music when he can hear it play through the speakers, “You hate your ears?”

You are too busy breathing him in, head swimming from the very first inhale of his cologne, “Hm?”

“Turn that music down,” he tells you. 

“God, stop sounding like my dad,” you groan and step back from him to do as you are told, “Fucking boner killer.”

“Don’t swear at me,” he warns but his tone tells you that the way he rolls his eyes at you afterward is more playful than impatient. He holds out his hand, “Bag.”

You stuff your headphones into the bag before giving it to Joel and watch him throw it into the backseat before circling the truck to hold the passenger door open for you. It feels stupid when your heart flutters at the sight of both of your bags lying side by side. 

“Thank you,” you smile politely as you crawl into the car, “Even if you just hurled my possessions into the car.” 

“Brat.”

You ogle him in the few moments it takes him to walk around the front of the car. He wears a green flannel shirt over one of his usual t-shirts, chest threatening to pop the buttons with how tight it is across his broad frame. A part of you hopes that he has dressed up for you, and the image of him fussing over his appearance in the mirror before leaving to pick you up is enough to make you smile goofily to yourself. 

“What?” He asks when he finally sits beside you, turning the key in the ignition. The truck comes alive. 

“Nothing,” you shrug, but then lean across the console center of the car. You reach up to cup his cheek and turn his head towards you, “You just look very handsome today.”

Then you kiss him softly on the mouth, seeking him out in the way that only you are allowed. He turns his body towards you, slides a hand around your back, and rests the other on the back of your neck. 

“Mhm, and you’re lookin’ pretty, princess,” he hums against your mouth.

You kiss for a while, intimate and soft. When you try to move closer and escalate things by nearly crawling into his lap, he grips the hair at the back of your neck and holds you in place.

“No,” he tells you and you whine in response.

The hand you have on his cheek slips down to rest on his shoulder, but only so you can reach down on his back and scratch affectionately between his shoulder blades, “Please. It’s been forever, and— and I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

Joel’s jaw tightens as he restrains himself. He shakes his head, eyes only going down between your legs very briefly, “Promised your old man to feed you on the way back since he ain’t at home, and your mom’s gone out with her colleagues. Plus there’s no way I’m screwin' a girl twenty years my junior in my car… in a public place. Don’t care how busy it is here.”

You slip from his grasp and sit back into the passenger seat with a huff. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him adjust himself in his washed-out jeans, “When then?”

“Tonight,” he promises as he pulls out of the parking space, “Think of how good it’ll be after bein' worked up all day.” 

“If you can wait that long,” you sigh dramatically. 

Joel scoffs and then starts to drive. Your clit throbs during the whole duration of the car ride.

*

He eventually pulls into an IHOP parking lot after you’ve begged him since seeing the billboard a few miles earlier. It is better than one of the roadside diners and more crowded too which gives you a greater sense of privacy. 

You step out of the car, immediately met with the smell of sugary fried food. It makes your stomach growl, but still, and you’ll admit it, you are more excited to see what feast Joel will choose than you are about eating pancakes for lunch. 

“C’mon,” he says as you lose yourself to basking in the sunlight and listening to the cars driving by on the highway.

“Lemme just get my wallet.”

Joel makes a sound of disapproval, “Food’s on me. Get your ass in there.”

The restaurant looks less rundown than you’d expected, and the sweetness in the air hits you like a brick wall as soon as you step over the threshold of the entrance. People are chatting loudly whilst eating breakfast foods, somewhere a baby cries and you have to actively search for a free table.

You walk across the tiled floor which is meant to look like wooden boards, not able to see Joel but feeling his presence a few steps behind you. When someone walks in front of you, you hear him grumble and feel his hand on the small of your back. Your head swims, your stomach swirling at the warmth of his touch.

Unsurprisingly, this means that it ends up being him who finds an unoccupied corner for you, one that doesn’t have anything sticky on the blue cushions of the booth. He offers you the booth and takes the chair on the opposite side. 

You pick up the laminated paper menu from in front of you, studying it intensely. In the many years that you have known Joel, you have never actually been out with him where it’s just been the two of you because why would you? It makes butterflies fly around in your belly, fighting their way out until they are everywhere in your body. Especially between your legs when you see him scratch his beard whilst also looking for something to eat.

“This is our first date, you know,” you note and see Joel tense a little. You try to sound cool and indifferent whilst hiding behind the menu, “Are you nervous?”

“I’m usually always a lil’ nervous when I’m with a pretty girl,” he replies nonchalantly too, “But actually no. Even if she’s the prettiest girl I ever saw.”

You dare not open your mouth at that, scared that the butterflies might actually escape your body at this point and fly off into the air. You are hot in the face, resting the menu against your forehead to hide your face from him, “Shut up.”

“You started it.”

You peek over the top and are just about to say something when—

“Hi and welcome to IHOP!” A way too cheerful voice says and interrupts the tender moment. You slam the menu into the table a little too hard.

Both of you stare at the waitress, but Joel looks more like he has been offended by her bubbly attitude. She has a heavy southern twang. vibrant red lipstick and thick-framed glasses that suggest that she’s trying to go for something vintage and modern at the same time, “What can I getcha?”

Joel mumbles something about bacon and eggs along with the blackest coffee they have. The woman scribbles erratically on her notepad whilst complimenting his choice.

“And for your daughter?” She continues. Joel looks horrified, and you try to hide your giggle. 

“I’ll take your cupcake pancakes, please. And a strawberry shake,” you reply, “And hash browns for me and my dad to share.”

“Alrighty!” The waitress concludes, collects the menus, and turns to Joel, “And for you, I’ll be right there with your coffee, sir.”

Joel kicks you under the table as soon as she has left. You stick out your tongue at him, but he fixes you with a stern look, “Don’t fuckin’ do that.”

“Why? It’s just a joke,” you shrug and lean back into the booth, “Not like anyone knows us here.” 

It’s then that you realize that it probably has more to do with him than you; Joel probably feels like the comment was a slap in the face and a way of illustrating how fucked-up his relationship with you is. You find that you don’t actually care if the relationship is known to the whole IHOP, but with the way that Joel is looking away, you don’t dare to lean over and kiss his lips.

“Hey,” your voice is gentle as you place your hand on the table, palm facing up, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Joel curls his own hand around yours but still doesn’t say anything. His eyes are focused somewhere else as if he doesn’t dare to look back at you. You don’t think you dare see the wounded look on his face.

“This isn’t just fun ‘n games to me, you know. I mean, it may have started like that, but over the summer…” you try to fill the silence, background chatter fading from your ears as your pulse picks up, “I do mean it when I say I mi—“

“Stop,” he warns, eyes snapping back to yours and stealing your breath for a second, “We ain’t talking about that in a goddamn IHOP.”

“I feel like there’s no better place to do it,” you retort but he just shakes his head with a mix between a chuckle and a scoff. 

“Tonight,” he says just like earlier. 

When the food arrives, you eat in comfortable silence for the most part, and the conversation revolves around mundane things such as how you find the start of the semester and what projects he has coming up at work.

You barely give him reason to tut at you. You play nice and sweet, and make him laugh genuinely so you can admire the tiny lines around his eyes. He only makes a parental comment when you start to wolf down the plate of hash browns, and you respond by stuffing the last one into his mouth. It earns you a laugh that nearly sets your heart on fire with how rapidly it ticks.

*

He drives you all the way home afterward, and you dare to steal a kiss from him before exiting the car. You’ll be around later, you say, and he suggests picking you up, but you tell him you'd rather just take your bike and save him the gas money. He somewhat accepts. 

When you step inside your childhood home, you lean against the door with a giggle. Your cheeks burn as you cup them, staying like that for a minute whilst you try to calm your pounding heart. You run your fingers up and through your hair while sighing, “Shit.”

You think back to the first time Joel had fucked you in your bedroom. It had been rushed, intense, and frankly terrifying, but then it’d been good. More than good. The greatest, actually. It had opened something up inside your chest, provoked something between your thighs that you didn’t know existed. In return, Joel has become more gentle with you, softened under your touch every time you are together. You wonder if…

He still yanks your hair, reprimands you, and practically makes you feel like you’re on fire when he touches your pussy like no one has ever done before, but you could swear that he kisses you like you’re more than just fun.

You distract yourself with a shower, find yourself dipping the shower head between your legs for just a moment before shaking the thought. You’ll get what you want soon enough, no need to fantasize. Instead, you do the mind-numbing task of shaving your legs. 

Just before leaving for Joel’s, already sitting on your bike, you shoot your father a text. 

You at 6:55 p.m.: House is empty. Going out. 

Dad at 7:15 p.m.: I’ll be home in 2-3 hours. Did you eat dinner? -Dad

You at 7:17 p.m.: Yep, see u tomorrow :)

And then you start pedaling.

*

Joel opens his door with a smirk, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside his home after making sure that no one is watching. You didn’t even know that you could pine for someone you already have. Yet here he is looking young, beautiful, and full of life when he is sneaking around with you, and you want him to kiss you silly. 

He reads your mind, closes the door quickly afterward, and doesn’t hesitate. He kisses your giggling mouth with the determination to follow up on your make-out session in the truck earlier. He has his arms around you, pushes you gently against the front door, and practically eats at your open mouth. It makes you sigh softly, your heartbeat racing and your skin prickling with electric excitement. 

“I’ve missed you,” you confess when you pull away from his lips to go down his neck with the same enthusiasm as a puppy who hasn’t seen their human in forever. Usually, Joel is the one who is eager to move on with less innocent things, but you have been in his company half the day without permission to touch him like this, so you are starving for him.

“We saw each other a few hours ago,” he argues, relaxing his grip on you as your tongue goes over a certain spot that has the ability to bring him to his knees. He groans quietly over your shoulder. 

“Wanna suck you off,” you whisper in his ear then descend to your knees right on his scratchy doormat. He rests his hand on your head and runs it over your hair with the gentleness of someone who has nothing to prove, shakes his head at your suggestion that’s hardly a suggestion. 

“Not here, your knees gonna hurt,” he insists. 

“Don’t care,” you say and mean it; you’ll take the rug burn. You don’t stop your hands from unbuckling his belt, looking up at him through your lashes with a devious smile on your face. He strains, half-hard, against the zipper, and when you pull it down he seems to give in completely. 

You yank his jeans down over his hips, and he starts helping you by stepping out of them until they lay forgotten on the floor behind you. As soon as you lay eyes on the outline of his cock, you run your palm over it from tip to base. A wet patch is already threatening to form on the front of his boxers with your simple touch, his length coming to full size as he swells completely underneath your hand. You can see the head starting to poke out from underneath the waistband, so you take pity on him and yank his underwear all the way down as well. They pool around his ankles until they end up in the same pile as Joel’s jeans. 

Your mouth is salivating at the sight of him fully hard after a good month without him. Joel is shaking in anticipation, his usual calm and collected facade crumbling.

You waste no time; your hand wraps around the base of Joel’s cock to guide the head to your mouth. The ache to taste him has settled between your legs, clit twitching as you let out the flat of your tongue, curling it around the underside of the head to lick along the frenulum. Your eyes nearly roll back into your skull, and Joel seems to enjoy it because you hear his head bump against the door. 

He moans and shudders above you, but he doesn’t yank at your hair like most stupid college boys would already have done because they’ve seen it on the internet. He takes his time with it, instead spreads his fingers over your scalp, scratches, and lets you move freely, “Ohh, you’ve been hungry for it, haven’t ya?”

You smile up at him, nod eagerly to earn praise, and then lick along the underside of the head again. You catch a droplet of precome with the tip of your tongue as you reach the slit, tasting the slight bitterness on him with a hum before repeating the move. 

“Mhmmm, that’s it, good girl,” he says breathily.

When you want to tease him a little more, you move to nose along the shaft until you can press a wet kiss by the base. He twitches a little in your fist. You start planting open-mouthed kisses all the way up to the head again, stroking him a few times after getting to the tip.

Your free hand skims up underneath his t-shirt, over the trail of hair that you sometimes bury your nose in whether it be during this sort of thing or just when you feel extra cuddly, mirroring the hand on your head and splaying across his soft stomach. Your nails scratch too, affectionately almost, and then you prepare yourself to take him into your mouth. 

Joel looks down as you stop, but groans as he sees you let a good amount of spit gather in your mouth. You let it drip down over the head. His stomach jumps underneath your palm, “Fuck, you are trouble, ain’t ya? Can’t wait to see that pretty mouth around my dick.”

You hum. A few kisses to the head, and then you slide your lips down over him. It is quite the stretch to fit him as far inside as you want in this insatiable state, but you are satisfied with your work when he chokes out a noise that you only thought you were capable of making. That weak croak is worth the ache that will eventually overtake your jaw.

Joel bucks his hips as soon as you encase him in the heat of your mouth. The fat head stabs at the back of your throat, causing you to gag and clench around him but he seems too far gone to even register its doing on you. You let him do it again, blinking rapidly to stop tears from spilling down your cheeks. 

Instinctively, his free hand wraps around the wrist of the hand you have on his stomach. He groans as you bob your head and make tiny noises that sometimes develop into wet gagging. 

When Joel’s hips start to move, you begin to feel the doormat underneath your jean-clad knees. He isn’t being particularly rough with you, but it’s his size that makes the tears, that you’ve blinked away successfully so far, spill from the corners of your eyes. He is so big, hot, and heavy on your tongue, and filling your belly with the sweetest ache for him to wear you out tonight. 

The other hand finally grips tightly, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You whimper as he tugs, fucking you onto his cock, and he nearly loses his mind as your throat squeezes around him with the sound. 

“Filthy, filthy girl,” he scorns as spit starts to dribble down your chin, continuous wet noises bouncing off the walls of the living room, “God… You’re gonna make me come down ya tight throat.”

Perhaps after he has fucked you, you think, and then barely shake your head. Joel notices though, slows down as he gets too close, dick twitching inside your mouth before he, albeit reluctantly, draws back out. His breathing is ragged, trying his hardest to calm down and stop himself from teetering around the edge. 

You swallow down the remainder of spit in your mouth and pull your hand out of Joel’s grip to wipe the back of it over your soaked chin, shiny with saliva and tears. Your eyes are red, your lips puffy, and your hair a mess. Your jaw hurts from the strain on it but despite this, it hurts more between your legs by now; the throbbing sensation has started to become uncomfortable, your clit desperate for friction and your cunt feeling so empty that it clenches again and again. You need to be filled right now, think you might die if he doesn’t shove his cock in you soon.

“Need you,” you say to break the silence and start to get up on your feet again. You want to cling to him, shed him of the rest of his clothes, and crawl under his skin to live there. You almost sob, “So bad, Daddy. Please please please.”

“Shh…” he coos, toeing off his socks and reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulls it over his head, revealing his beautiful tan skin and the faint amount of hair on his chest. You reach out to run your nails through it, but he grabs both your wrists and starts taking off your top instead. 

“Let me touch you,” you whine but still let him undress you slowly, piece by piece of clothing ending up in the same spot on the floor. 

“Y’just touched me,” he says simply, reaching around you to undo your bra. He slides the straps down your arms, the cool air of the room hitting your chest and making your nipples harden. He hums in approval, “So fuckin’ pretty. Been too long.”

He cups your tits, pushes them together, drags his thumbs over your taut nipples, and then lets go when you’re just about to let out a moan. He looks as starved as you and he satisfies his hunger by kissing you with bruising force, his chest against yours to feel your breasts press against himself. 

You hoist yourself up and wrap your legs around his waist, his thick cock trapped between your stomachs. He groans at the friction with each step he takes towards the couch and you kiss the noise right off his tongue, sucking at the tip as a reminder of what you have done minutes earlier. 

When he reaches the destination, he drops you down onto the leather. Then he leans over you, one knee beside you to reach for the curtains to close them, and you almost give in to the urge of sucking him off again because he is so close. He seems to notice.

“Sit back, panties off,” he orders whilst making sure there are no gaps that anyone can peek inside of. 

You follow orders so quickly. He takes no time to tease either, sinks to his knees, yanks your ass further to the edge, and parts your legs until he can get in between them. Your hands rest on the back of your thighs, holding yourself open for him as he guides his cockhead inside of you.

The slight breach makes your breath hitch in your throat until it comes out in a wanton whine, walls already trying to pull him In further. Joel joins you with a guttural groan, staring down at your stretching cunt as he feeds it inch after inch. Usually, there’s some resistance, a pinch, but he bottoms out inside of you so quickly now that you’ve been wet since you saw him before lunch. 

You throw your head back against the back of the couch and let him have his way with you, feel him repeatedly pull out almost all the way until he slams right back in and sets a desperate pace. His hand rests on your mound so his thumb can circle your swollen clit, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so fucked out in mere minutes. 

Your breath catches, your pulse quickens, the first time he slides over your g-spot which he immediately notices with the way your pussy clenches in surprise pleasure. It makes him repeat the move, tilting his hips to ensure he won’t miss it with every crash of his pelvis into yours.

“Don’t stop, ah-ah! Joel!” You practically yell for him, digging your nails into the plump flesh of your thighs and triggering a growl from him. He cants his hips again so he can move forward and lean into you, still rubbing your clit with his thumb, but now also losing himself in a kiss that’s surprisingly soft compared to the crushing force of his thrusts. 

When he pulls back, his body needing the air through his mouth again if he is to continue fucking you like this, he rests his forehead against yours. His breaths are damp and exchanging with your own. Your eyes meet in a fiery gaze as filth starts pouring from his mouth. 

“I’mma fuckin’ wear this pussy out tonight, princess,” he tells you with a moan, speeding up the taut circles on your throbbing clit as if to make a demonstration of his next promise, “Make you come and come and - shit, that’s good - fuckin’ wring them out of you.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m gonna come right now,” your voice is frantic and your toes are starting to curl. 

“Fuck yes, you are, can feel it,” he pants, “Right on Daddy’s cock, just like he wants it.”

You come undone under his intense gaze with an orgasm that knocks the wind out of your chest to the point where your voice disappears, the only evidence remaining being the furrow of your brow and the open-mouthed yet silent ah. Joel can see it, sense it. 

When you come back to earth, greediness bubbles up in your chest. Despite your voice still being caught in your throat, you manage to croak out a wish, “Wanna get on top. Not finished.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel groans in unison with you as he pulls out of your oversensitive cunt. It doesn’t take long to switch positions, and with a steady grip on the backrest of the couch, you drag your wet heat across Joel’s painfully hard dick. It twitches against your cunt, and he whines when he holds it steady for you to sink down onto.

He fills you differently like this, goes deeper, and feels impossibly bigger. You give an experimental roll of your hips and Joel’s hands fly to your hips, his head falling backward and his body slumping into the seat. 

Your initial pace is slow but you want to move faster, yet your body is held in place by Joel’s hands having slid up to hold around your waist. He sets the pace just like before, pushing a little on your back to arch it just how you like to do it yourself. The tip of his cock pokes into your front wall, and the slow sensation of getting it to slide over your g-spot has you thrashing in his lap.

“Need ya to come without me touchin’ your pretty little clit,” he begs without saying please and then slides his thumbs down to rest below your belly button, “Missed it so much, couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it.”

He presses the two digits into your flesh, adding the amount of pressure that he has found out is just right by playing with you for hours during the summer. You keen, head lolling to the side and your jaw going slack, “Just like that, Daddy. I’m gonna come if you keep going like that!”

He allows you to ride him in earnest after that, bouncing in his lap and causing the front of his thighs to slap noisily up into your ass. Your whole body trembles at the force, building the pressure that you’ve come to know so well after Joel pulled himself together to fuck you that one day. 

“Fuck, you givin’ me another one already? Lucky Daddy,” he growls, still denting your belly with his thumbs. Your pulse is so incredibly fast, and your breaths are nothing but squeaks. 

You let out a high-pitched sound as your orgasm rolls through your body, electricity spreading out from your cunt to make your chest blush. You clamp down rhythmically on Joel’s cock and he nearly slides down onto the floor with the way that he melts under you. The thick head continues to ram into your g-spot to keep the second high going for as long as your body will allow, but whereas your voice was gone earlier, you force out a request.

With your hips not stilling, you lock eyes with him and give him a lazy smile, “Tell me when you’re about to come, Daddy.”

“Fuck, won’t be long,” he pants.

“Tell me when,” you repeat.

“N-now, princess!” 

You don’t warn him as you lift yourself up from his dick to slide down onto the floor, kneeling with a dirty smile. He catches on fast, swearing under his breath at the realization, and spreads his legs so you can settle between them. 

Quickly, you guide his cock to the far back of your mouth and suck him like he is a popsicle and it’s a hot summer’s day. He sure tastes good, arguably better than normally because he is coated in your sweet slick. The dramatic part of you would say that he tastes like sin. 

He hisses loudly above you, immediately yanking at your hair when you swallow him down enthusiastically. You make sure to hum so that your muscles clench around his length and the vibrations go down his shaft. 

You’re delusional with post-orgasmic pleasure as you bob your head, squeaking as Joel painfully pulls at your hair to the point where you can hear a few strands of hair pop off your scalp. He is so close, twitching in your mouth with every beat of his heart.

When you hollow your cheeks, he comes on your tongue with a loud groan. His hips stutter slightly but you expertly move with him so nothing spills, and so you can push it to the back of your mouth and swallow. 

You radiate pride as you pull off of his spit-slicked cock. He breathes heavily, utterly spent and relishing in it. 

“See? No mess to clean,” you rest your cheek against his knees as his cock softens. 

“Wow, clever girl,” he praises with the little energy he has left whilst you beam. He holds out his hand for you to take, “C’mere, baby.”

You don’t know how long the two of you lie down on the couch together, naked bodies completely entwined. Your back is pressed against Joel’s chest, and you are giggling as you talk about tedious date-like things that somehow feel like they’re the most interesting things in the world. You ask Joel about his favorite color to which he says that he doesn’t have one because he’s a grownass man. So you playfully roll your eyes and continue on to the topic of favorite songs, would-you-rathers, embarrassing habits…

Joel answers them reluctantly and shyly at first but then seems to relax into it when you answer your own questions with a laugh that has his heart beating so fast that you can feel it against your back. 

And then you go again, spooning this time, and you don’t make a joke about his outstanding refractory period because you are too busy trying to make sense of how many orgasms he pulls from you by sliding his hand down your belly and between your thighs.

The pattern starts over. You talk a bit more, but the topic never lands on what you had planned during your way-too-sugary (Joel’s words) lunch together.

Instead, Joel suggests bringing you to his shower, but you reassure him that you are far from done with him for the night, so he might as well save the hot water and the money for the heating bill.

He hums in agreement but does, however, convince you to hydrate with a huge glass of water and to wipe yourself down with a damp flannel that he gets for you during a lie about having to pee. The flannel has cooled down on its journey from the bathroom but it soothes your aching clit the second you hold it over the swollen nub. You sigh contentedly whilst Joel lays down behind you once again. 

“Right, where were we?” You say excitedly. 

Joel sighs into your neck and tightens an arm around you, “Thought I had made ya forget about that.”

“Well excuse me for wanting to get to know you better,” you tut, patting the hand that splays on your belly, “Now tell me if you were a jock in high school.” 

“You got some nerve,” his chest rumbles as he talks, “Definitely wasn’t. I spent all my teen years keepin’ my baby brother outta trouble, you think I had time to play football? Did try baseball once though.”

“I feel like there’s a joke about balls in there,” you lean back and turn slightly to look up at him, wiggling your brows. 

“Shut up,” he laughs, and you don’t think you have ever witnessed the man laugh as much as he has done in the last hour. 

“I’m just saying you don’t know if you haven’t tried it,” you continue. A warm feeling settles in your heart as he breaks into another grin followed by a chuckle. The hand on your stomach digs into your side, triggering a fit of gleeful giggles as you are tickled. He overpowers you so easily and you quickly find that he is relentless. It’s a fight, a struggle that turns into several kisses everywhere on your face when he is suddenly on top of you again.

That’s when you hear a knock on the door. You look at each other for a second before Joel shoots up from the couch, already pulling on his boxers and fighting to make his semi-hard cock go down. He points at you, “Stay down. They can’t see you if ya just stay down. Ain’t gonna invite anyone in.” 

You make yourself as flat as possible and hear Joel’s sharp intake of breath as he looks through the spy hole. 

“‘S your old man,” he says, flinching when there’s another rap on the door. 

Your pulse spikes, “Well then don’t act suspicious.”

“Right, didn’t think of that,” he deadpans, quickly flattening the hair that has been yanked by you a few times tonight, “Don’t say a thing, okay?”

Joel opens the door after your dad starts calling for him on the other side. He smiles a little forced at first, “Sorry, was just tryna look presentable.”

“Family’s out, so I thought I’d see if ya wanted to catch a game,” your dad says, and you can hear the smile on his face and him holding up what you assume to be a six-pack. 

“Now’s not really a good time,” Joel replies. You dare to look up through your lashes in the front door’s direction. Joel has a hand on the doorframe, barring the door in case your father tries to invite himself in. 

“I won’t be here long!” 

Joel’s feet shift a little, “Just ain’t a good time, buddy.”

“What does that mean? And why are ya barely dressed—“ there’s a brief pause, then, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Got someone over? Ya old dog. Damn, look at you. Still got it,” your father’s hand is visible in the doorway. It nudges Joel’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you just say so?”

Because it’s your fucking daughter and it’s the best sex she’s ever had, you think to yourself and consider screaming into the cushions. 

“Right,” your dad hands over the sixpack, “You need this more than me. I’m proud of ya, Miller.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Joel rushes to end the conversation, “‘Nother time. I’ll call you.”

They exchange goodbyes. You peek up at Joel when he closes the door, awaiting his next words to figure out how to react. He stays silent though, even as he walks to the couch again. 

You bend your knees to let him fall into one of the seats. He runs a hand over his scruff, and you refrain from placing your feet in his lap. 

“That was…” He eventually breathes without any tone to his voice, “Somethin’.”

“Good for you for getting laid,” you joke. 

He clicks his tongue at you, “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” you move to get up from your seat, hold your hand out for him to take, “C’mon. Let’s go shower, wash that guilt off your face.” 

“Ain’t guilt, just concern,” he promises as you help him up. He makes a gesture to the both of you, “Could never feel guilty 'bout this.” 

“We ain’t talking about that after we almost got busted by my dad,” you repeat his phrase from lunch, mocking his southern drawl. 

“I feel like there’s no better time to do it,” he catches on with a smile. 

You kiss him, and start to pull him along, “Tomorrow.”

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[blue-jisungs]

going clothes shopping w sion and he keeps on finding the cutest clothes for u but he wants to match and u end up buying almost everything matching :( hes just in love w you every time u come out of the dressing room he thinks ur so gorgeous!!! and ofc he has to shower u w kisses as well bcuz the dress is sooooo pretty on u </3

[ axe’s memo ! ] UGH I LOVE HIM I LOCE HIM I LOVE HIM NOOOO U CANR SO THIS RO ME :;( also im so sorry bc i kinda went off truck but he’s so:((((

[ extras ! ] not suggestive or anything but they’re in a dressing room together !

you love sion, you really do!!! who wouldn’t? he’s so sweet and caring and the most adorable bf ever <3

but when it comes to shopping me might be worse than most of the girls.

piles of clothes just laying around the fitting room floor as you step out and meet his cheerful gaze. he hypes you up every time - even if it was just a shirt change - but he’s also honest with it, wouldn’t lie if something doesn’t suit you well. but there won’t be much of such times - simon’s taste fits you well. he knows what could look good on you… or what you’d like but you’re too shy to say it:(

you’re probably 818293939 piece of clothing in, your legs starting to feel to tire from all the walking, twirling and standing.

but his huge cute smile and twinkle in his eyes make up for it.

when you step out, you see him holding some clothes too. frowning, you pout.

"i wanted to match" he grins and scans you head to toe, your hoodie and jeans with heart patterns on them. sion places his hands on your hips and kisses the top of your nose "you look beautiful, baby"

before you realise he’s pulling you back to the dressing room and changes too. the small box making you giggle as his elbow hits the wall, whining in pain. the smell of his cologne surrounds you, his body close.

you chuckle as you help his take off his hoodie and he gets stuck, or when you almost trip over the leg of the pants while taking them off and sion laughs, almost hitting your forehead with his. or when he tries to put on a shirt that was yours and it’s way too tight for him.

sion doesn’t judge, just enjoys your presence and takes in all your features when you scan yourself in the mirror. the way your smile shines, the way your eyes sparkle. and you pretend not to see his whipped reflection in the mirror.

sneaking kisses from time to time, especially when you’re focused on something else seems to be his talent. not mentioning about all the stuff he paid for without telling you.

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[buggywiththefolkmagic]

Hello!! I was wondering if you have any book recommendations for Appalachian folk magic? Especially for a beginner, I’m familiar with our local “old wive’s tales” but I’d love to learn more!!

Hello there! I have answered this question before but I have some new resources so I'll list them here!

It really depends on which part of Appalachia you are looking at! And if you want to dig deeper the ancestral roots of the family you are looking at. For example my family has a lot of Welsh and British influence because that was our family source so a lot of those beliefs lingered and changed throughout the years!

Someone from Pennsylvania would likely have a lot more German roots for their practice. But despite the root differences for the folklore these practices stem from they do still share a lot of connecting points!

But having babbled all of that here are my favorite books on AFM specifically. (Mind you Christianity takes a super huge part in the practice so a lot of bible and doing things in threes for the Trinity is involved!)

Authors to check out:

H. Byron Ballard- A pagan who also practices AFM, from the NC side of Appalachia, a lot of people hate her writing style which is a bit ramble-y. I also dislike the term she uses for her own practice but that is a super simple and small complaint honestly. I own all of her books on the subject, which should say something.

A NOTE ON H. BYRON BALLARD: I no longer support her work after discovering she is a TERF. I will no longer be suggesting her as an author to follow.

Jake Richards - From Eastern TN like me! A lot of what he talks about are things I have seen before, and he breaks down complex concepts like burn blowing into something relatively easily understood. HOWEVER HAVING SAID THAT the author is partially Melungeon, so he does have some Hoodoo mixed in from his grandmother's side iirc? He does label these things in his works and explains that they are not for everyone which I do appreciate.

Rebecca Beyer - While vaguely Wiccan toned, which I attribute to her publishers/raising, she's a transplant to Appalachia and if you're looking for herbal information on Appalachia and to wax poetic about how even with a ton of people settling there SO MUCH of the natural herbs and plantlife still survive, read her work! Her work on foraging safely and environmentally is so SOOOOO good.

Brandon Weston - For Ozark Mountain range/German/Dutch Appalachian work! He has written quite a few books on the subject and all of them are a treat!

Roger J. Horne - For how to dig into folklore and apply it to your own practice! This author is pagan and does blend in some traditional work with the Appalachian but I do enjoy his work and how he applies folklore. This author is also FROM Appalachia which is nice to see.

INDIVIDUAL BOOKS TO READ:

Appalachian Folk Healing by Jake Richards - A republication of a very old book on remedies and 'spells', while kitschy and stupidly worded, after all it was a popular book created just for sales reasons, some of these remedies are things I remember having done to me! Good for both a giggle and actual information. TW for mentions of animal parts, hunting, illnesses, the G slur, period specific phobias and racism.

Albertus Magnus - These books all supposedly written by an ancient guy, were actually mildly common on traveling salesmen's trucks and wagons. So as a result a lot of people in Appalachia had access. Like the book above it is very stupidly worded and definitely of their time. Same TW as above.

Pow-Wows or Long Lost Friend - Another Pennsylvania Dutch book! Very good and very clear.

Southern Folk Medicine - A book that breaks down a lot of common medicinal beliefs in the South which does include Appalachia! Sadly not just Appalachia but a very good book regardless. THIS BOOK MADE ME UNDERSTAND THE THEORY BEHIND BLOOD ISSUES MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE EVER HAS.

Moon Eyed People - A collection of Welsh folktales that brewed within Appalachia from Welsh immigrants. Very good book imo!

Granny Buck's Dibs and Dabs - This book is so worth the price tag! One of the more expensive books in my collection, but I'm fine with that. Granny Buck covers a lot of topics and I can feel the accent through the wording!

Signs, Cures, & Witchery - More German Appalachian stuff! This book and it's interviewees are from the Kentucky side of the mountains!

Witches, Ghost, and Signs - This book is based more in the Southern Appalachian area! Georgia, SC, NC, and TN specifically! Lots of folklore here, but does mention some not so great bits of the lore, but that is expected.

The Foxfire Books - What began as a school project exploded into a collection of true to life stories and idioms from Georgia elders within the mountains. SO SO GOOD OKAY? For everything. How to plant, hunt, make musical instruments, anything from the mountains? They cover.

[al-of-the-stars]

Hellooooo i saw you Vassago one shot and i just love it!!!! I see that you really like writing about him and I'm starting to form a animation crush on him sooooo... I have a request!

Would you like to write a scenario where Vassago and the reader go out on a date? Like a "next chapter" from the your previous one in which they exchanged sinsegrams! We could see their messege dialogue and a date with them being cute! Also if you like to add, in the end of the date, the reader suggest they have ice cream and it's the first time Vassago tries one because of his warm nature and the fact that he never trusted Andrealphus to try one of HIS "products". FLUFF!

So that's the whole idea you i would love to see you write it. ONLY IF you want to. I love all of your work! Have a happy day!!!

Sugar-sweet Beginnings pt. 2: Stars and Sugar Highs

Par 1

A/n: I LOVED WRITING THIS!! This is the longest foc I've ever written and I'm super proud of it! I kinda wanna write a part 3 later on lot gonna lie, but anyway, tysm for the request and I hope you enjoy! :D

It was a calm night where no sounds could be heard but the wind rushing against the hellishly red leaves of trees. The darkness of your bedroom illuminated with the light of your phone screen showing a notification from Sinstagram. You pick it up and slightly squint from the bright light, giving yourself a bit to adjust to the attack on your tired eyes.

“You have 3 new messages from Vassago_goetia”

You unlock your phone and look at your chats

Vassago_goetia: Hello! This is Vassago, we talked at the gala last night.

Vassago_goetia: I was wondering if you're perhaps free tomorrow at 7 pm?

Vassago_goetia: If not, it's perfectly fine! There's this lovely park that looks the most beautiful at around that time if you would be interested in accompanying me. 

A soft smile found its way to your lips as you stared at the glowing device in your hand. You started typing a response, ignoring the quickening of your heartbeat and how hot your face suddenly started to feel in the usually cold air of your room.

You: I'd love to! That sounds super fun

Vassago_goetia: Perfect! I'll pick you up at 6:50?

You: that works for me

You: See u then!! :)

You held your phone to your chest “Wait, he ACTUALLY wants to see me?!” you thought to yourself. The wind from the open window blew your curtains revealing the celestial landscape of your side of hell, the same one that he might have been looking at right now. “Holy shit, I'm hopeless” The thought was too much to deal with and if you imagined him one more time, you might have just died right then and there. The stars and bright moon had also reminded you of something else important, the time, which happened to be far later than you should have stayed up to. You let out an involuntary yawn and sank down into the plush mattress and closed your eyes, wishing that tomorrow would arrive sooner. 

When the morning sun invaded your room, you awoke to an unusual feeling. You felt enthusiastic. The feeling hit you like a truck and left you feeling like a Disney character waking up at the start of their movie. You knew you liked the parrot demon but never could you have imagined that a simple date would have been this important to you. 

When the time came for you to begin getting ready, you began to feel more and more nervous. You tried pushing those thoughts away; after all, you had a bigger task at hand, make sure your date goes smoothly. You were interrupted by a knock on your door. You opened it to see the very same demon that had been haunting your mind. 

“Ah, hello, my dear!” He spoke with a smile on his face, “Are you ready to head off?” 

“I think so,” you feel your heart skip a beat as he offers his hand for you to take and places a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

“Might I add, you look absolutely breathtaking,” he says as he leads you away, hand in hand. 

The walk to your destination is peaceful with smalltalk and laughter. You try to steal the occasional glance in his direction, but little do you know that he's doing the same thing. Time flew and you arrived at the park, which was far more crowded than anyone would have guessed. You took a seat on a blanket in a more secluded section of the park. Conversation just felt so natural with Vassago. As time passed, you lay on the blanket, staring up at the stars.

“They're lovely, aren't they?”

“Truly beautiful,” he said, looking at you with love in his eyes as he watched you admire the night sky. This moment was perfect. The love you felt was so strong you were sure Cupid himself could feel it from all the way up in heaven. The mood became more energetic as you saw an ice cream stand with bright blue lights. Vassago noticed your interest in the stand and looked at it nervously.

“Can we get some ice cream?” You ask him with sparkles in your eyes, one that he could never bring himself to say no to.

“I'm not sure, one of the other goetia are in charge of ice and cold in hell and.. how do I say this in a way that isn't mean… he's a bit of a…”

“A bitch?” You finish his sentence and he hesitantly nods. 

“I don't exactly trust him,”

“Oh come on, please?” You try to convince him. He simply sighs and leads you to the ice cream stand. You order excitedly like a kid in a candy shop and he can't help but think that smile is worth it. You happily eat your ice cream on the way back to your house. Vassago hesitantly tastes the one he got, strawberry mango. To his surprise, he actually quite enjoyed it. The time got later and you failed to realize how tired you were because of how much foun you were having until you bid your farewells and flopped into your bed. However, all your sleepiness  washed away as you got yet another notification.

Vassago_goetia: I had a lot of fun tonight, if you would be up for it, would you perhaps be interested in going on another date sometime?

[ginnysgraffiti]

(long) imagine.

i'll work on other characters :)

how would timmy's characters declare to you?

&. LEE

it wouldn't take much or little.

in reality, it is unpredictable.

he would be able to perceive this strong connection between you from the first moment, of course, but he would be so tormented by the thought of spilling all his paranoia on you that he would prefer to live with it.

however, you certainly can't say that he doesn't commit, because he would give you sooooo many signals.

the way he looks at you, like the most delicate creature capable of willingly climbing into his dented pickup truck, the way he would smell your hair, prepare your meals if you were to stop at his sister's place.

i mean, he would give you so many signals that your hypothetical doubt would be extremely out of sight.

he would seek constant attention, sometimes in a very desperate and childish way, and then add his usual flirting and perhaps stealing kisses on your cheek or nibbling your fingers.

he would always search for a way to kiss you, but then, due to extreme contradiction and lack of morals, as soon as you get too close he will do everything he can to turn away and hide his embarrassment, lowering his head and rubbing his messy curls against your lips instead of actually support your boldness.

he would probably declare himself on a desolated hill away from the noisy traffic or rush hours of the city, or perhaps in some gas station or even in some mcdonald's while you both enjoy your burgers at 10pm.

however, even though it may seem like a frank and decisive action, he would immediately need cuddles and small kisses to confirm that he is not just an extreme burden to you but the guy you desire to date.

he would immediately call his sister, in tears, to tell her the news.

&. HAL

there's no need to specify or even explain it: hal would make you live in luxury.

but i mean, luxury.

even if you had never broached the topic openly or even just shared the idea, you knew he wanted you as a queen.

the queen. his queen.

he would always find a way to carve out time for you, whether for horseback riding in the damp woods around the castle or for little night chatting after dinner.

he wasn't a man of many words, you knew it well and you took note of it since the beginning.

however, his tone was always sincere with you, as he even indulged in light rivers of alcohol when you were in his company, he always trusted you.

he loves how you treat him.

not like the king, not like any of the high ranks he was labelled with.

just like the man he was, the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

this turned him on like hell, because you craved him as a person, you wanted him as a man, and you treated him like your closest friend.

hal, in fact, would never declare himself with sappy words. he's a man of action, that's for sure.

however, we're talking about you, and that means he would slip out the topic during a delicious dinner, followed by a quick and double-meaning suggestion to join him in his room once full.

finally, hal would make such an elaborate speech that your eyes would get watery, and maybe who knows, directly focusing himself on actions?

&. PAUL

paul would do anything to catch your attention.

anything.

to him, you are absolutely not just any fremen.

he would offer to train you, train you in the art of the sword even if he knows well you are absolutely better than him.

he'd help you put on your stillsuit, but he'd quickly walk away if you gave him a strange look, as fremen wear suits are commonplace at all times.

he would call the largest sandworms to show you his dexterity and now habit in the act. he would invite you to ride it with him, hoping that you would hold his waist and not try to challenge him in the best ride.

he's obsessed with the way you ride worms.

of course, he would see you in his every vision. happy, perhaps provocative or exciting visions that he just wants to see come true.

his stiff, masculine and proud composure would slowly collapse in your presence, that's for sure.

paul would even feel so scared of coming out in a way that might go against your fremen tradition that you'd find him with stilgar every day, talking like two best friends dedicated to gossip, while he would have asked him for professional advice that he would never have revealed to you.

he would finally declare under a warm and cosy night under a sky full of bright stars while your bodies lay and melt between fluffy sand dunes.

[wordsbymae]

Honestly I wouldn’t mind if ya did a story that was just breeding kink baby fever pregnancy centered focused 🙈 No thoughts head empty just 🌽

But I do have to ask out of your ocs who’d actually make a great father vs shitty father vs meh father? And what are some of ya ocs parental habits for raising the babies?

Hi!! Honestly I wish I was sooooo much better at smut cause that's all I would write. I'm trying to get back into writing smut but I'm really not very good at it, but I'm practising! Also i promised a fic tonight but I'm tired and my writing is shit so I'll have a red hot crack go tomorrow after work.

Ok so I'll just do out of my yandere ocs, cause they are the ones everyone is more familiar with. TW: talks about domestic abuse

Great Father goes to the Farmer for sure. Look he's got traditional (aka outdated views) but that doesn't mean he would ever disown his children. He had a really horrible childhood and he always promised himself he would do a better job as a parent then his own ever did. He is very hands on, giving his children life skills and most importantly the belief that they can overcome what life throws at them. The farmer knows how hard life is, so he tries to instil good work ethic and most of all a be good to others way of thinking. Being a helping hand is important to him.

He may not like people that much, but being someone others can rely on made him feel as though he is wanted and worthwhile when he was always told by his parent's he was not. He would unfortunately believe in boy's things and girl's things. But that doesn't mean if a son of his wants to help mama sew or a girl of his wants to help him fix the truck he's going to go crazy. No, of course not, he believes that ALL life skills, whether others believe them to be men or women jobs, need to be taught to children. So he doesn't care about division of labour based on gender.

What makes him a bit weary is if his son wants to wear florals or pinks, or if his daughter ONLY wears masculine clothes, especially if they go into town. He's just not comfortable about it. However, over time I think he just wouldn't care anymore and would only fuss if they are wearing improper clothes to work on the farm with. Likewise he wouldn't disown his children if they came out as queer, he would most likely make really cringy jokes and ask embarrassing questions and then say something like "Oh, so I can't ask my child a genuine question? Is that not politically correct now?", but like sir, please the question was embarrassing.

But yeah, once he kinda understood it he would come to terms with it and actually would be funny. Like if someone in town asks him if he's proud of his kid for coming out hell say (absolutely seriously) "why the fuck should I be proud of them coming out of the house, why do kids these days need praise for every little thing they do!". like he wouldn't understand what the phase coming out even means. Anyway on to the next!

Meh Father goes to the Mad King. The man is all bark no bite. He pretty much only wants children as heirs and also to have levrage over the reader. He's not horrible by any means, he spoils his children when they deserve it, but he also makes them understand that nothing good in life is freely given and you have to take it. But unfortunately he also causes rivalries between his children. They are desperate for any attention/praise from him that they will try to out compete one another to gain it. Often resulting in arguments and injuries.

Reader (whether they wanted children or not) has to act overly motherly and affectionate to their children to counteract his actions. There is no favouritism or stern reminders of their places as heirs, just warm, welcoming love. Also his children aren't idiots, they can all tell that their parent's did not marry for love. At least on their mother's side.

They are torn between desperately wanting their father, the king, to show them true love not just cold approval and hating him for the emotional abuse he has put their mother through. It's actually kinda sad, because he was always desperate for the attention and love of his father and now he's caused the same thing between his own children.

There is moments of affection and love but the more he see's himself or god forbid his brother in his children, he begins to be very cold and distant. The man kinda forgot that a kid is 50/50 not just 100% their mother's. That's why his youngest is his favourite, although he would never tell anyone ever. His youngest is pretty much reader cloned, looks, personality, and everything. When he looks at them he is harshly reminded what he took away from reader the day he became king.

Bad Father goes to the Killer. This man would have absolutely no fucking clue what the fuck to do. And he would not care to try. Reader (who is usually gn but for the sake of this is afab) is heartbroken when they realise they are pregnant, and Killer has no idea why they won't stop crying. And why do they keep being sick all the time. A primal part of him likes the idea of caring and providing for his darling and their children, in fact he loves it.

When he figured out reader was pregnant, he started stocking up in furs, wood, meat and cloth. He made a crib from what he remembered his little brother's to be (omg lore drop). He likes to provide, but damn does he actually hate having a child. He leaves ALL baby stuff to reader, he pretty much refuses to look after or even pick up the baby. He gives reader all the resources they need and the Killer calls it a good job done. The poor kid(s) grow up very isolated and confused. Their mama loves them with everything they have but their pa won't even acknowledge them.

Resentment grows as they do. They of course don't really understand why they are here and why their mother/parent is with killer, because it's all they have ever known. They've known nothing other than this. I can see this going either two ways. One day the oldest snaps, they are sick and tired of listening to the screams of the their father's victims. Their mother/parent tries so hard to keep them from barging out of their small shack.

The eldest faces their father, who has grown grey over the years. However, he is still a scary and strong man, and the eldest falters slightly, it's enough for the Killer to smack their eldest to the ground telling them to go back inside. Reader sees this and just loses it. They have spent a good chunk of their life under Killer's thumb. They have seen so much death and violence they have become almost immune. But to see their child being struck by the man who killed all her friends all those years ago just causes absolute rage.

Reader picks up the old shotgun that they found hidden in the attic, they were always too scared to use it, especially when the kid(s) came. But now its time. Killer doesn't stand a chance.

OR the other way is that once the kid(s) reach maturity they follow in their father's footsteps unfortunately for reader and finally get their father's approval. I like the first idea better.

Hope you liked it! I should have my home invader story out tomorrow!

[mariquss]

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2

I won't say anything that wasn't said before soo I'm gonna talk about my favourite ship and characters instead lmao

Sooooo eh Jax? He was so shitty, I expected that but he was such MENACE in this episode. He just wanted his violence and when he didn't get it he was SO PISSED. But he's still my fav character, he's very complicated and I can tell we'll know more about him as the show will progress.

Pomni? I LOVE POMNI SO MUCH. EVEN MORE THEN BEFORE. Her talk with Gummigoo melted my heart FR<333 She felt so useless, she felt like she won't survive this place but... she could talk about it with him and get him out of his existential crisis. I was nearly sobbing, this is so relatable and beautiful.

Andd funnybunny? I was so happy we have some interactions between them. That one scene with the trucks got me wheezing lmao

I love their dynamic so much. I feel like Pomni will hate Jax with passion and she'll be showing it a lot. I don't think she'll let herself be bullied by Jax like Gangle. I think she'll treat him more like Zooble and I love this idea. That can make interesting dynamic when they'll have to work together in the future.

So yeah, that's all I have to say for now, I loved this episode so much and I can't wait for more<333

[autumnscribbles]

sixth sense | part 1 | c.b

series summary: y/n and colby move into their first home when y/n starts noticing strange things happening around the house. the next day, she is suddenly visited by her old friend lena. what is she doing here? and does she have answers to the potentially sinister things going on?

warnings: not much for this one just some spooky stuff nothing crazy

a/n: alright y’all I am sooooo excited to post this first part of the series!! i’m not sure how many parts it will be but i hope you guys like this and stick around cuz it’s gonna get wild😎 anyway love y’all as always my inbox is open for requests or to chat :)

When you were a young girl, you saw your friends dead grandmother while you were at a sleepover. You never told anyone, you knew no one would believe you. It was the first and only time you had any sort of paranormal experience, and chalked it up to a dream of some kind. It had to have been.

You didn’t let yourself believe in ghosts or the paranormal…until you met Colby. When you first started dating, you wanted to laugh at some of the theories he had. The more you heard about his encounters and even experienced a few of your own, there was no denying it.

*

You hauled the last box into the back of your car, slamming the trunk shut and hurrying to the passenger seat where Colby waited eagerly for you behind the wheel.

“Ready?” he asked excitedly, his hands gripping the wheel as he waited to leave.

“Ready,” you grinned.

Off you were to your first home…and with the love of your life. You couldn’t be happier. The first time you both came across the Victorian style house for sale in what was basically the middle of nowhere, you were hesitant. Only after Colby convinced you how cool it looked, how much you guys could renovate it, and how peaceful the area was, did you finally agree to move in. Now, as you drove down the forest lined road, you felt excited.

Your friends who offered to help you guys move were already ahead of you with the moving truck. When you pulled into the gravel driveway, they were already unloading the back. You and Colby excitedly placed all the furniture, and you tried to envision how you wanted to decorate each room. You couldn’t wait to have dinner parties here, or cuddle with Colby in front of the fireplace of your home. Yours.

*

You finally crawled into bed with Colby, everyone finally out. You guys were planning a housewarming party that weekend, but for now it was just you two in your new home.

You snuggled up to Colby, resting your eyes and listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he ran his fingers across your back.

“Can you believe this is our home?” you asked, still not used to the words.

“I can’t wait for all the memories we’ll make here,” he answered, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

You could already picture so much. Your friends around the big dining room table, bellies full of food and the halls filled with laughter. You pictures you and Colby dancing around the kitchen, the warm glow casting shadows across the walls. You could picture having kids here, and rocking them on the front porch, Colby by your side. As you dreamed of all these possibilities, the exhausting of moving day eventually took over as you drifted off to the sound of Colby’s heartbeat.

*

You woke up with a start, feeling your heart in your throat as you sat up. The red lights from your bedside clock cast a glow on your arm. You turned to read the time: 3:31.

You heard a faint hissing sound coming from down the hall. What was that?

“Colby,” you whispered, glancing over to his completely still body as he slept deeply and peacefully.

You lay back down, closing your eyes and trying to ignore what you were hearing, but it persisted. Finally, you decide to get up to see what it is. Maybe you accidentally left a tap running or something. Your feet felt cold against the wooden floor as you made your way to the bathroom down the hall. You turned on the light, splashing cold water on your face.

You continued to hear the whisper, this time it felt closer. Was it coming from the drain? The vents? You nearly screamed as you saw a shadow move across the shower curtain from the corner of your eye. You built up the courage to open the curtain, only to reveal the empty shower like you expected.

“I must be dreaming,” you whispered to yourself, deciding to go back to bed.

Colby was still fast asleep, undisturbed unlike you. You couldn’t shake the whispers, fading in and out.

“Y/n…” you heard gently.

“Yeah?” you answered, thinking Colby had finally woken up. You were met with a soft snore from his parted lips.

You heard it again, and knew it was definitely not Colby’s voice. You stayed up until the sun rose, casting your new room in a warm glow. You decided not to tell Colby, it must have just been a bad dream.

*

You were home alone, making coffee while you kept going over the events of last night. You tried to rationalize it, but you could have sworn you heard someone…something, whispering your name. Maybe you were still half asleep, not thinking straight.

You debated whether or not to tell Colby about what you experienced. You knew he would believe you, but you didn’t want to freak him out over nothing. You couldn’t have him feeling stressed or scared because of something that might not even be real. You decided to keep it to yourself for now. You wanted to continue to revel in the joy of your new home, together.

A knock on the front door took you out of your thoughts. You made your way to the front door, opening to reveal someone you definitely weren’t expecting to see.

Lena, a close friend of yours who you hadn’t seen in years, stood before you. Her sleek brown hair was perfectly styled, makeup done flawlessly. She wore a big kit cardigan and smiled at you with so much delight.

“Lena?” you asked, your smile beaming back at her. “What are you doing here?”

You could not even begin to imagine the answer.

[s-4pphics]

more mechanic!ellie x snobbybitch!oc lol i’m kinda obsessed and i missed them ngl 

wc;cw: 765 reaaal cute, oc is a cunt lol, joel slander i love him dont start, ellies a sub, more monologues, dassit

you smashed the second window of your three day old, freshly glossed pink bentley with a metal baseball bat

and you couldn’t be happier! 

not only was ur dad getting you a new car but u were seeing your girlfriend today!

you were giddy with excitement as you went to your contacts and called the number saved as i wanna fuck the freckly girl! 

“YELLO!”… joel… great

yawn…. he’s nice or whatever but yawn 

where’s ur daughter gimme ur daughter

but you put on an act before ur annoyance could come through the phone 

“JOEL HELP ME SOMEONE TRIED TO BREAK INTO MY CAR AND—“

“uh darlin’, i’m not a cop….. you know that right?” 

“no i KNOW but i need repairs on my back window, could you pleaaaaase help me?” 

you sounded honey sweet, he wouldn’t say no to you! 

“uhh sure. you shouldn’t drive it if glass is everywhere, we’ll come pick it up to bring it into the shop.” 

you smirked devilishly 

“thank you sooooo much! you’re a doll! i’ll see you soon?” 

“umm…. it’ll be a few hou—“

you weren’t hearing that, they’re coming now!

“ten minutes?! great! see you then!” 

and you hung up, your heels clicked on your garage floor as u walked into ur fathers marbled kitchen

this calls for a celebratory glass of lemonade! 

u and the devil on ur shoulder clinked glasses

you heard a knock at the door ten minutes later 

but you were already standing there! you ripped it open and was greeted with… joel

sigh

“hey! your car’s pretty messed up, someone went crazy on it, looks lik—“

“yeah it’s sad isn’t it, did ellie come?” 

“pardon?”

“ellie, did she come?” 

“…no…. she’s at the shop” 

“doing what?” 

“she’s…. she’s working. on a car. at the shop.” 

you pouted 

“well, why are we still standing here! let’s go!” 

“uh…. okay.” 

and you smiled as you brushed past him, hopping in the tow truck with a giddy smile on ur face 

you applied more lipgloss and chanel no. 5

u were finally seeing ur girlfriend! 

he tried to make conversation the whole drive here, but you didn’t care about shit he was talking about

“that’s so funny joel! gonna go inside now!” 

and the minute you slammed the truck door and ran inside the garage and glitter obscured ur vision

the love of your life

the only star in ur sky

you felt your pussy clench in your lacy panties

and ur nipples got hard 

she was under the hood of some raggedy ass car and her muscles were out and she was biting her lip and she was covered in filth and u wanted to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone in here 

wanted to make her scream for u 

wanted to make her cry and beg u to stop—

“why are you standin’ here, darlin’?”

“just sightseeing!” i’m gonna fuck your daughter so hard! 

“alright i’m gonna examine ur car and we’ll have a price for u in a bit.” 

and he left

fucking finally

u walked over to her

she had earphones in so u tapped her shoulder 

she took them out and turned and her face immediately fell 

you were smiling so hard! you were so happy! 

“hi!” 

“…..”

“whatcha up to!”

“….”

“did u miss me!” 

“you’re fucking crazy.” 

she’s making you wetter

she was so dirty, u wanna make her dirtier

u wanna ride her fucking face—

“what the fuck r u staring at?” 

“you. you look so cute right now.” 

she scowled harder, but u caught that pink tint on her face 

mhm, u knew she liked u

“take a break!” 

“the fuck r u talking about?” 

“ellie.” 

and her expression changed at ur serious tone. a little intimidated. a little scared. 

“take a break.” 

she blushed harder 

and u held her gaze 

hers flicked down to ur mouth

minemineminemine—

she put the tool she was holding down on the side table before she turned to look at u

u saw that little glint in her eye as she scanned you up n down. you want her you want her 

u took a step closer 

and closer and closer 

until u were right in front of her

her heavy breaths were hitting ur nose and you wanted fuck her now!

“where’s the bathroom?” 

her breath hitched and u heard it 

“um..”

“mhm?” 

“in the back.” 

the devil on ur shoulder applauded u 

“show me.” 

and she nodded shakily

you grinned like a kid in a candy store!

u loved ur girlfriend so much!

theyre gonna fuck so hard l8r lol

p.2 to this

[beardedjoel]

closer | part twelve

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au  

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3  

chapter summary: joel makes you come in his car, then decides that night he wants to make it happen six more times. 10k words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, leaning more into full dom!joel this chapter, thigh riding, unprotected rough sex, spanking, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, joel uses restraints on reader

a/n: sooooo yeah, this chapter is just all smut it’s absolutely 10k words of pure filth i needed to get out of my system, please enjoy my friends x

Joel’s crew is back working on retiling your parents’ bathroom today, sans Joel. He got called for some consulting at one of his work sites and had to leave Ian and Chris to finish up the work. You thought you would maybe feel uncomfortable after Chris’ advances the other day, but luckily you got an alert for an apartment you’d really loved online offering showings, so you quickly schedule a viewing for today, giving you a chance to get out of the house and just let them work.

You tell the boys your plan, and Chris shoots you a somewhat apologetic look as you’re talking. You do feel slightly bad for the guy, he was just asking you out after all, unaware that he’d face Joel’s anger for it. You give him a kind look in return before you slip out of the bathroom and head out of the house. 

You feel a little guilty for going to see this apartment, having told Joel that you weren’t planning to move until the end of summer, but this apartment doesn’t have availability until August, anyways. So there’s no harm in just going to look, right? You don’t want to move away from Joel, but the thought of living in your parents’ accessory apartment for too long is starting to get to you. You’re ready to start fresh - have a place of your own and a job you’d dreamed about. You could invite Joel over and not feel like such a little kid, mooching off of your parents. Sure, you’re doing so much work for them around the house while you stay here, but it doesn’t help the feeling that you’re a teenager again living under their roof. 

You see a call come in from Joel when you’re heading back to your car after the viewing, and you answer nervously, deciding you’ll be honest with him about what you were doing today.

“Hey baby, how’s it going? Are the guys behaving?” Joel’s rich, deep voice comes through the speaker into your ear, melting your insides immediately.

“Uh, good, I actually just got out of an apartment viewing so I’m not home with them. It’s not available until almost September though, so don’t worry,” you say nervously, getting into your car.

“You know what I told you about that, do what you gotta do baby girl. Don’t even worry about me, okay?” Joel replies.

“It’s hard not to,” you say, fiddling with your hands in your lap. Joel chuckles on the other end of the phone.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he says, and you can picture the little head shake he does when he makes comments like that. “Hey, does that mean you’re still out right now?” he asks suddenly.

“Er, yeah, why?”

“Come meet me. I’ll be on a break soon.”

“Meet you at work?” you ask, feeling a little nervous about the prospect.

“No, somewhere else. Private,” he says, his voice going a little lower, and you suddenly understand what kind of meet-up he’s hoping to have.

“Hmm,” you say, smiling into the phone as you feign thinking. “You want me to meet you for lunch again?” you ask innocently, trying to rile him up a little.

“I’m thinking more than lunch, darlin’,” he says, “And I think you know that too.”

“Oh, do I?” You smirk.

“Don’t start with me,” he warns, and you flush a little with anticipation at his tone. “Are you comin’ or not?”

“Send me the address.”

You spot Joel’s truck where he said it would be, parked deep into an empty parking lot next to an alleyway and find a spot right behind it, climbing out of your car and immediately into his right after. You make a bold move and open his driver's side door, climbing in and immediately onto his lap. He already has the seat pushed back as far as he can, leaving plenty of room between you and the steering wheel. You straddle one of his legs and look down at him. His eyes are already dark with desire as they take you in, likely having been sitting here anticipating your arrival with nothing else to distract his mind. 

“Oh?” Joel asks, surprised at the way you’ve chosen to ignore the passenger side of the car. “That ready to go, are we?”

“That’s you, isn’t it? The one practically begging me to drive here.” You give him a challenging look.

Joel tuts, the darkness in his eyes deepening as he grips your chin between his fingers. “Don’t act like you didn’t want this just as much as me, sweet girl. Bet you were thinkin’ all day about the next time I could make you come, weren’t you?” 

You swallow, and a flush creeps up your face and ears, knowing he’s right. You had been distracted a good portion of the day, as usual, thinking about Joel. Without even realizing, you’re nodding and rocking your hips on his leg, the miniskirt you’re wearing offering almost no buffer between your pussy and his jeans.

“Thought so,” he murmurs, snaking a hand into your hair, gripping the back of your head and stroking his fingers delicately. 

“How long do we have?” you ask breathlessly as the pleasure is already building in between your legs while you move. 

“Long enough to make you come two times, at least,” he says, his voice so low and fucking enticing right now along with that smirk plastered on his face. You moan lightly, feeling the material of his jeans bunching up in just the right spot to rub on your clit. You almost stop, seeing him look down to watch your hips gyrating on him like this so shamelessly. His eyes sparkle with approval for your tiny skirt now draped over your legs in a way that leaves little to the imagination as you continue moving on him. Joel starts to pull your shirt up and over your head and you don’t protest, letting him toss it onto the passenger’s seat before he does the same to your bra, leaving you in just the skirt, your tits bouncing lightly in his face as you grind on him.

“Don’t stop, beautiful girl, keep using me. Make yourself come,” he says, tilting his head towards you and brushing his lips along your cheek. It’s so light, but it sends tingles and sparks all down your body. His lips meet yours and suck hard on your bottom lip before he devours you with a passionate kiss. Your hips respond along with your lips, sending them thrusting forward in quicker stokes onto his thigh. 

“Ride my thigh, baby, and afterwards…” he says, teasing you with the trail-off sentence and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Afterwards…?” you echo, desperate to hear more from him. 

“After you come, I’m gonna fill you with this cock so deep that you can only think to scream my name as you come again and again,” he finishes, and you moan out in pure pleasure at the way his words add on exponentially to the feel of your cunt grinding against him. He reaches around and grabs your ass with one hand, gripping it tightly and forcing your hips forward into him with even quicker thrusts. You flutter your eyes and lean into it, letting him help you close the gap to your quickly approaching climax. 

“Fuckin’ tiny little skirt, you know what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you, sweet girl?” he murmurs, watching the fabric of it move with your hips. “Perfect for me to get a look at this pussy usin’ my thigh like the desperate little thing you are.” You can only moan in response, already completely undone by him, and truthfully, you never stand a chance when it comes to Joel.

Joel’s hands slide up your thighs, reaching under your skirt, then lifting your body up to adjust you in a position to get your underwear off. You whimper at the sudden change, your pussy clenching around nothing as the stimulation on your clit stops. You look at him desperately with dazed eyes and your jaw hanging slack. 

“Hang on, sweet girl,” he coos breathlessly, finally getting your underwear down your legs. “Need to see your needy little cunt dripping all over my leg.” He puts you back on his thigh, your slick folds immediately soaking into his jeans as you move frantically to reach for the pleasure you were feeling moments ago. You sigh a quiet moan as your clit rubs on the fabric again. Joel’s hand slithers back onto your bare ass underneath your skirt and squeezes tightly, a groan slipping from his lips. 

“Atta girl, look at you,” he says, peering down in between your legs. “Makin’ a mess all over me, aren’t you? Shameless little thing, gettin’ so wet because of me.”

His voice now vibrates against your neck, where he’s brushing his lips until they reach right under your ear. The feel of his lips on such a sensitive spot has you trembling, barreling right into your orgasm. You moan louder, riding Joel’s leg hard as your hips push down into his thigh with each thrust while waves of pleasure overtake you with a fiery, tingling sensation. Even on just his leg, the climax he brings out of you is unlike anything else. You loll your head to the side lazily, looking at him with quick breaths as your climax subsides. 

Joel takes one look at your heady stare and reaches down to his belt, undoing it and unzipping his jeans, opening them as wide as they’ll go around his hips. You lick your lips in anticipation when he pulls his cock out and you see just how hard he is. He swiftly moves you to straddle his hips, and within moments he’s resting against your folds, his thick head rubbing down them and getting coated in your wetness. You shudder at the movement over your currently oversensitive nerves and let out a small, whining noise. 

He starts teasing you with small strokes, just dipping the head in and out as he lurches his hips off the seat, looking at you expectantly. You can see how much he needed this, though, as his eyes flutter for a moment, giving him away. He’s holding your hips tightly, not allowing you to move freely onto him, just giving you exactly what he wants to at the moment. You gasp quietly with the need for him already blazing through you again, and you’re not getting enough of him yet. You wriggle down a little further in his grasp, sliding more of him into you. 

“Easy now,” Joel warns, tightening his grip on you enough to leave a mark if he doesn’t let up. “You gonna be a good girl for me and follow my lead so I can take care of you? Or are you gonna find out what happens if you don’t?”

You nod half heartedly, and he gives you an unimpressed look, wanting you to elaborate. “I’ll be good, be your good girl” you breathe out, trying to go slightly limp so he’s able to control your movements better.

“Okay, then,” he says quietly, loosening his hold on your hips slightly and pushing into your pussy further. A groan releases from his lips, his throbbing cock finally finding some relief inside of you. He thrusts in further now, your angle on top of him allowing you to be absolutely full of him as his cock pushes in all the way to the hilt. You can’t believe you can even take it like this, being on top like this allows him even further in than you could’ve imagined when you first saw the size of him.

A low, guttural moan slips out of you before you can even stop it as you sink down as far as you can go onto his cock again. “Oh m-my-'' you try to speak, but Joel shushes you, a hand flying off your hip to gently put a finger to your lips. He stops moving his hips, a small form of punishment for you, and you whine a little.

“I said I only wanna hear my name coming from that mouth, baby,” he says, dark eyes boring into you. You immediately simmer a little, despite enjoying the way he takes control of everything like this. His finger rests on your mouth still, but you crane your neck forward and take it into your mouth, sucking all the way down it before sliding back, releasing it from your mouth. The look he gives you is absolutely devastating, and he fucks you hard now, driving all the need he’s been feeling all day into your cunt with long, quick strokes. He wraps his arms around you, drawing your body flush with his before sliding his hands down your back and landing on your waist again. He uses his hands on your hips to continuously pull you onto him, and it fucking hurts, but in the best way possible as he fills you up completely over and over. Your head is tucked into his neck as he pumps into you, and you can feel the closeness of your bodies rubbing on your clit now, sending even more waves of pleasure and a swirling heat deep inside of you. Joel’s letting you move more on your own now as you find a pace that is absolutely perfect for your aching clit.

“Joel…” you moan quietly into his ear, feeling the build up to your climax becoming more intense. “Joel,” you say again, trying to urge him to not stop what he’s doing to you.

“C’mon baby, let me feel you squeeze that little pussy around this cock,” he says, or commands, even, pushing his hips into you at the slightest change in angle, which sends you careening off the edge into pure bliss as he hits deep inside of you. You cry out, pressing yourself as close as you can possibly get, hoping to fuse your bodies together in the heat of this moment. He presses again and again on the spot, absolutely undoing you with every new thrust of his hips.

“Joel! Fuck, Joel, I’m-,” you scream out, your whole body trembling under the intensity of the climax rushing through you. You’re lost for the moment, unable to even remember where you are, only focused on the fact that you’re practically seeing stars right now as Joel fucks the best orgasm out of you that you’ve ever felt. Your entire pussy feels painfully oversensitive now, and you’re about to try and squirm off his lap but he continues pumping into you, his cock continuing to press on your g-spot. He holds your waist with one arm, snaking his free hand in between your legs to play with your clit. You can feel sweat forming all over your body as the intensity becomes too much, pleasurable fire burning through you with every new movement Joel makes. 

“I c-can’t -” you try to push out the words but they’re lost in between a moan that trails into another earth shattering climax as you shudder onto Joel’s lap, loudly slapping your two bodies together as you come hard onto his cock.

“See? You can, baby. Fucking take it,” Joel gasps out, and you can sense that any moment, he’s going to find his pleasure along with you. He grunts, long and low as his cock is pressed all the way inside of you, releasing himself with a few more quick thrusts. You sigh contentedly at the feeling of it, his throbbing cock and cum being all yours for just this fleeting moment.

You two sit for a few moments, unmoving as you catch your breath. You finally look him in the eyes, and Joel takes in your flushed cheeks and thinks this might be his favorite sight of all time, seeing the way you look at him after he completely shatters your world several times in a row. His look quickly switches to sympathetic, and you catch the hint. 

“You have to go?” you ask timidly and Joel nods slightly with a half hearted smile.

“Wouldn’t mind a break from work like this once and a while, though,” he says with a smirk, and you find it in yourself to return the smile despite feeling a tug at your heart that you have to leave him again.

“Sounds like a deal to me,” you reply, scooting back on his lap slightly. You start to climb over the console into the passenger seat, and when your ass is level with his face, Joel gets a look up your skirt at your swollen pussy leaking his cum as you go. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, clenching his fists. You’re almost across to the other seat but you pause, turning your head back to look at him.

“What?” you ask teasingly, leaving the view a few moments longer, even popping your ass up a little higher so that he gets a better look. 

“You’d better move right now, if you know what’s good for you,” he says, his jaw tensing up. You peer over your shoulder enough to blatantly look down at his cock, still out of his jeans, which twitches in its half hard state. “Stop,” he commands, but you don’t move, only give him a small smirk.

“Stop what? Putting my pussy right in your face?” you ask, slyly glancing down at his cock again to see it getting harder.

“That’s exactly what, you little fuckin’ brat. Knowing I have to go, and shoving your cum soaked little pussy in my face.” Joel’s hands twitch, the desire to grab your hips and shove his face right between your legs is threatening to take over him. You roll your hips back, and he grabs hard onto your thigh, stopping you.

“Stop. It. I don’t want to ask again,” he says, low and gravelly, his eyes meeting yours after glancing between your legs again.

“Or what?” you ask, trying to sound sweet. “Gonna make me ride your thigh again?”

“Get out of my car, sweet girl, before you really get in trouble,” he says, his voice frighteningly controlled. You finally give in, pouting as you finish climbing over to the passenger’s seat.

“I’ll deal with your teasing ass later,” he warns you, and it’s exactly what you wanted to hear. Ever since he’d confirmed to you he also gets turned on by this type of behavior, you’d been dying to try it out and see how he reacted. His vague promise to deal with you later sends a little thrill through you as you put back on all your discarded clothing. He reaches over to your face, holding it for a long, aggressive kiss, full of his still pent up sexual frustration. As you get out, before shutting the door, he gives you a cocky look.

“I said twice… but I counted three times,” he says, and you scoff, rolling your eyes openly at him before shutting the car door harder than you need to. 

“Show off,” you mouth through the glass of the window before making your way back to your car.

You’re woken up suddenly that night, a hand gripping your wrists above your head. You should be afraid, but you know exactly who it is and what awaits you, so you smile, tired eyes glancing up to see Joel standing over you, leaned down over your bed. You’d left your door unlocked, wanting to grant him easy access to you.

“Been wondering when you’d show up,” you mumble, blinking a few times to wake yourself up. You knew Joel would turn up after his warning earlier, so like last time you waited for him, you chose something enticing to wear to bed - this time a small black slip and matching underwear.

Joel lets out a scoff, chuckling. “So we’re starting out like that, huh?” He moves his body, not taking his hand off your wrists, climbing onto the bed and straddling you on top of the thin sheet that covers you. 

“You gonna keep your wrists right there for me if I let go, be a good girl?” 

You nod, looking up at his face, only inches from yours. He gives you a crooked smile and releases your wrists, sliding his body down yours to give enough room to pull back the sheet. He takes in the outfit you chose just for him and sighs almost painfully when his eyes land on your hardened nipples poking through the silk fabric and your body barely being covered by the tiny slip.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he mumbles to himself as he repositions himself back over top of your hips. “Now, are you gonna let me play with you, or be a little brat like earlier?”

You wet your lips and drag your teeth gently across them before widening your eyes. “Depends…” you say casually, and Joel grunts, pressing his hips down into you harder, pinning you further into the bed. 

“What happened to bein’ a good, obedient girl for me hm?” he says through clenched teeth. “Isn’t that what makes you come so hard for me?”

His words send a wave of heat through you, your thighs clenching slightly under his heavy body, unable to find any relief from it as his hips crush into your further.

“I’m sure I’ll learn to be good by the end of this,” you say back, low and raspy, hardly able to believe the person that Joel turns you into when he talks to you like this.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he says, low and gravelly, a threat you are confident he will succeed at. Your hips are writhing and rising off the bed as much as his body on top of you is allowing, and he cocks an eyebrow.

“Bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” he says upon feeling the tension in your hips and thighs. You want to touch him, want to run your hands through his hair and scratch down his back just to release some of this built up feral-like energy you’re feeling towards him. His eyes shoot up to where your hands twitch, one of them starting to move.

He tuts and reaches up and grabs a hold of your wrists again, stopping your hands from reaching him. You feel a thrill rush through you at the way he’s been moving, so confidently and dominating towards you, like he has this entire night already planned out. Your chest heaves with anticipation, and you’re finding yourself speechless.

“Guess I will have to use this if you’re not gonna listen to me,” he says, suddenly reaching down off the bed and to the floor, where he brings up a long piece of fabric. Your mouth opens to protest, and he shoots you a warning look, his eyes completely darkened with desire. You snap your mouth shut, relaxing your hands and arms as he gets to work tying your wrists together. It’s tight enough that you can’t move freely, your wrists completely immobile above your head.

“That’s better,” he smirks, and you find yourself nodding with wide eyes, unable to even read what his next move could possibly be. A strange, primal fear crops up inside of you, and you feel the urge to try and get out of the situation, despite knowing Joel would never hurt you.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you whimper as he leans down to your neck tracing his tongue up from your collarbone to underneath your chin. You shiver violently at the sudden feel of his warm tongue, your nipples hardening even further under your slip and your legs clamping together tighter.

“I don’t believe you.” He enunciates each word in a deathly calm tone, continuing working his mouth on your neck, brushing his lips along the skin. He takes a bit of skin into his mouth and starts sucking before you can protest.

“N-no, not s-somewhere my parents can see again,” you cry out, hoping to avoid the embarrassment of the other day.

“You don’t get to make requests right now, sweetheart,” Joel says, barely lifting his mouth off of you to speak. He moves to the other side of your neck, sucking hard before moving to another spot further down and doing the same thing. Even with the worry of covering the marks up, you can’t help but fall into the pleasure of his mouth taking you in over and over. His mouth moves to the swell of your breast, doing the same thing until… he’s not. His mouth clamps down, teeth digging into you slightly and you yelp out a breathy moan. 

“F-fuck, Joel,” you whimper, but he doesn’t respond, just continues marking you over and over, biting a few more times. It’s a slow, lingering ecstasy every single time his mouth clamps and sucks onto your skin, and you’ve lost count of how many marks he’s leaving on you. He brushes his fingers lightly over the top lace trim of your slip, pulling it down slowly on one side, revealing your breast. He makes a small hum as he takes it in with his eyes before his mouth begins devouring your nipple, slow, swirling movements with his tongue. You cry out, the build up to this having already been so intense that you think you’re already almost being pushed to your limits.

“Baby, baby, already so worked up and we’re barely getting started…” he coos before sucking harder on your nipple. You cry out again, breathing heavily and knowing now with certainty what Joel is going to do to you tonight, and it’s about to be the most pleasurable pain you’ve experienced. He’s going to bring you to the brink and back so many times you’ll forget everything else that exists, a thought that both scares you and enthralls you. You swallow hard as he pulls the slip down on the other side, repeating the motions on your other breast. His hand comes up and plays with one nipple while his mouth is on the other and your hips buck up, searching for something they aren’t going to find right now. 

“P-please,” you whisper, already ready to crumple up under the pure pleasure you’re feeling, and Joel isn’t even anywhere near your now soaked cunt yet.

“I already said, you don’t get to make requests if you aren’t going to be a good girl for me,” he retorts, eyes meeting yours.

“Touch me,” you beg, wanting to egg him on.

“Ask again and see what happens,” he says slowly, a dark, devious look flashing on his face.

Your mouth opens to speak and he cocks an eyebrow, immediately reaching his hands up and tightening the bonds on your wrists.

“That’s what I thought, sweet girl,” he growls, moving himself down your body and taking his eyes off your face to look over your body, half exposed, your slip riding up your legs from him straddling you.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he starts as his hands explore hungrily over your hips, sides, and thighs, “I’m gonna make you come so many times you’ll really be beggin’, not like last time I said that. And even when you’re beggin’, I’m not gonna stop. You’re gonna be a good girl and come as many times as I want you to, okay?”

You inhale a shaky breath, eyes wide at what he’s proposing to you, a sick, eager feeling swirling deep inside your core. You finally nod, small jerking movements of your head as your breathing gives away how nervous you are.

“Shh,” he says, stroking your hair lovingly, the look in his eye changing rapidly and softening. “Promise I’ll make it good for you, baby. You trust me, right?” he says, looking sincerely into your eyes. You swallow hard again, but know you can trust him, so you nod, a silent confirmation that from here on out, what Joel says goes, no matter what.

Your confirmation sends him moving, his hands on either side of your thighs, pushing the fabric of your nightgown up until it’s over your hips and your panties are exposed. He chuckles appreciatively at seeing the tiny thong you’re wearing is an exact match to the slip, little lace details and silky black fabric.

“You gorgeous fuckin’ thing,” he murmurs, sliding his finger into the side strap of your underwear, admiring it. “Wearin’ all your special stuff for me hopin’ to get in my good graces, huh?”

You can’t help but smile, toes curling slightly at his sensual tone while he snaps the thin band of the thong back in place. “Y-you like it?” you ask timidly. 

“Sure do, sweet girl. Your little plan is working,” he says with a smirk. His fingers move slowly, so much so that it’s almost painful, as he traces up your thighs and lightly touches all around the edges of your panties. You have half a mind to beg for more, but you bite your tongue, settling on small whimpering noises that seem to urge Joel on all the same. 

“Makes me crazy when you sound like that, baby, so fuckin’ needy,” he says, and you don’t have a reply that isn’t begging him to sink his fingers inside of your aching pussy, so you stay quiet. 

“I think you’re ready for more, don’t you?” he says teasingly, and you nod enthusiastically, your head leaned back on the bed while you pant heavily. His fingers gently stroke the fabric of your underwear, the silk soft under his fingers but completely soaked through. “Oh…” he cries out quietly, feeling the evidence of just how much you want him. You are already about to cry out just from this small touch, continuing to whine out small moans.

Joel’s fingers hook under the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs painfully slowly, revealing you to him. He sighs at the sight of your glistening, swollen cunt, all his for the taking. “Baby…” he murmurs in disbelief. You simply writhe slightly, your hips moving of their own accord, looking to find any bit of relief from the aching, pulsing torture you’re feeling in between your legs.

Joel physically lifts your thighs and moves them, positioning them wide open for him as he kneels in between your legs. You think you’re shaking, but you can’t even tell as your whole body buzzes with anticipation when you see his hand moving up in between your legs. The sound you make as he runs a finger from the top to the bottom of your slit is unlike anything you’ve ever made before. Your breathing hitches when he goes back in, doing the same motion, intently watching your face. Your neck is craned to try and see his hand moving, but from your flat angle it’s tough to see much of anything. As soon as it starts, it stops, and you want to cry, pound your fists and demand for the full pleasure he’s trying to milk out of you. 

“Patience, baby,” he murmurs as he brings his mouth up to give some attention to your nipples, which are painfully hard as he sucks on them alternately through your slip. His hand gently guides the fabric down enough over one of your tits to admire it, gently cupping it with his hand. You’re nearly yelling at him to touch you when his fingers dip back into your folds, rubbing your clit slowly and gently, eliciting another whining sound from you. It’s barely a whisper of a touch, but you already feel it coming, barely enough time to register it before you start moaning and shuddering your cunt down onto his fingers, clenching around nothing as his fingers circle your most sensitive spot. You ride this first orgasm through all of its built up bliss, but it was gentle, tame, compared to what you know is coming. 

“Look at that, my good fucking girl,” Joel says bringing his mouth right next your ear, and you shiver, an electric spark traveling up your spine. “One down,” he says quietly, not letting up on his movements. One finger teases your entrance, pushing in slightly and then retreating - he repeats it several times, leaving you breathless with want before he finally pushes the finger in fully. 

“Oh, yes,” you whisper quietly, and Joel responds with a low hum, adding a second finger and dragging them in and out, spending a few moments pressing right on your g-spot every time he enters you. Your eyes open wide and then flutter shut, and Joel’s other hand reaches inside his jeans and fists his cock, moving it to the best of his ability with the restriction of his waistband just to provide any relief on his aching dick. He groans slightly as he moves his hand along his length, staring at the way your pussy is taking his fingers. 

“Look what you do to me baby, got me so worked up I can’t even wait,” he says, and you can only see the outline of his hand moving along his cock inside of his pants. His thumb lands back on your clit, starting to rub again in wide, slow circles as he slows down his fingers inside of you as well. You’re reeling from the sudden change, and you can see Joel smiling at the reaction on your face. 

“You want to beg, don’t you, baby?” he says, and you feel a pulse of desire at his words.

You nod, a small whimper coming out as he presses harder on your clit for just a moment and your hips buck forward.

“Go ahead,” he says with a crooked grin, “Beg me.”

You breathe in shakily, your whole body tense and on the cusp of another climax. “Please, Joel…” you say quietly.

“Please Joel what?” he says, an intentional bit of impatience laced in his tone.

“Faster, go faster,” you breathe out. Joel starts moving his fingers slightly faster, and you let out a small moan.

“Like this?” he asks, knowing it’s not even close to the speed you were begging for. You shake your head, just enough for him to see. “You want me to pound into this soaking little cunt, don’t you?” You nod, feeling completely driven by another force, the part of you that is wholly Joel’s in this moment. 

He quickly pulls his hand out of his pants, fully focusing on you again as he does as he says, moving his fingers quickly and roughly for several moments before pressing onto your g-spot in pulsing movements, and you cry out, hardly able to believe the absolute unhindered pleasure he can pull out of you. 

“It’s t-too much,” you push out with a strained voice, your hips rising into his touch. He continues the routine - fucking you hard with his fingers, then applying a devastating amount of pressure right on that perfect spot. You’re moaning loudly before you even realize it, an orgasm rolling up from deep inside of you, right where Joel is touching. He brings his mouth down as soon as he hears you yelling and flicks your clit with his tongue, continuing to push his fingers inside of you. It intensifies everything to have the warmth of his mouth suddenly on your bundle of nerves right in the middle of your climax, and you could cry with the way it’s overtaking your entire being in this moment. 

“Joel…” you whisper as soon as the waves of pleasure subside. You’re laying back, body slack and eyes closed. You don’t know how you’re going to be able to take more of this until Joel is satisfied with how many times you’ve come. 

“Yes, baby?” he says. His tongue is tracing along your inner thighs, giving you a brief reprieve.

“How many more?” you ask him quietly, and he chuckles deviously. 

“Wouldn’t be any fun if I told you, would it?” he replies before sinking his mouth down onto your cunt and absolutely feasting on you. You yelp at the sudden change, bucking your hips into his mouth as the oversensitivity from your last two orgasms lingers. You whine as Joel gently laps at your wetness, sliding his tongue in and out of you. He’s being gentle now, able to tell how oversensitive you are as your hips scoot and writhe to try and get some distance from the feeling. His hands reach up and grip your hips hard, allowing almost no movement now. Joel’s tongue flicks you lightly right on your clit, alternating with slow, dragging circles with the tip of his tongue. You’re panting, whining cries coming out in between each one as he’s somehow starting to draw another orgasm out of you. An explosion of pleasure takes over you once again, and Joel starts sucking hard on your clit as you come onto his face, your hips spasming down into him. You’re in absolute agonizing pleasure, burning from the inside and your quick breaths leave you slightly dizzy as you come down another time. 

Joel lifts his face from between your legs, and his eyes say he’s far from done. You want to cry suddenly - you can’t even tell if this is possible, if you could even come again no matter what Joel tries. His eyes bore into you as you look down at him, a plea on the tip of your tongue, but his dark expression quiets you. 

Joel climbs off the bed and stands near your head, picking you up underneath the shoulders and sitting you on the edge of the bed. 

“Keep those arms up, just one more second, sweet girl. You’re doin’ so well,” he says, kissing the top of your head. You just stare up at him, glassy eyed, swaying where you sit. Joel lifts your slip from the bottom, peeling it off of you and over your head. He pulls your still tied together wrists down and rests them in your lap before pulling you up off the bed to stand in front of him. He takes a step back and just looks at you, standing naked before him, hungry eyes roaming over your chest.

“A-aren’t you taking anything off?” you ask, wanting to feel his warm, bare skin against you. Joel simply smirks, but he takes off his shirt promptly, throwing you a bone. He closes the gap between you two and cups your cheek, kissing you delicately on the lips. His tongue slowly slides past his lips and into your mouth, making slow moves against your own tongue. His thumb strokes the skin along your chin, and you’re melting into just how gentle he’s being right now. A small moan slips out from deep in your throat, and you can feel Joel smile against your lips. 

“Doin’ so good, baby,” he whispers right against your mouth. Somehow, your body is still responding to him when he slides a hand down between you two and gently rubs along your folds. “Still so wet for me…” he groans, moving his hand from between your legs to undo his jeans, stepping out of both those and his briefs. Your breathing immediately quickens at seeing him bare before you, his hard cock jutting out and more than ready for you. Your eyes linger on it, and Joel looks more than pleased by the still eager look on your face.

“Haven’t had enough? Still my cock hungry little thing, aren’t you?” he asks you, fisting his cock and giving you a teasing look. You reach forward your hands, despite them being tied together, trying to touch him. Joel lets out a tut, grabbing your wrists hard. 

“You were doin’ so well, weren’t you? Can’t help it when it comes to my cock, can ya? Filthy little brat,” he tilts his head, examining you with narrowed eyes.

“Maybe I don’t want to follow your orders anymore,” you say with a smirk, pouting your lips a bit. Joel’s throat makes a low growl before he inhales a long, steady breath. 

“You know we can’t have that, angel. Cause you like doin’ what I say, when I say it, and you know it. That’s what gets you soakin’ wet for me. And lettin’ you be my good girl gets my cock so hard for that tight little cunt of yours,” he says, pumping his hand along his cock when he speaks. You whimper, feeling the need for him to fill you start to overcome you. 

You cast your eyes down slightly. “I’ll be good,” you say quietly. 

“I’ll make sure of it after you learn your lesson, baby. Was gonna take those off,” he says, gesturing to your restraints, “Until you just had to act up, didn’t you?”

You frown despite feeling the thrill of his proposition rushing through you. You suddenly turn around, reaching your hands forward and placing them onto the mattress, baring your ass and backside to him. You hear a low chuckle escape Joel, and he comes forward, grabbing your hips and pressing himself flush with your ass. 

“Didn't tell you to turn around,” he growls.

“Oops,” you say casually, grinding your ass into him, feeling the hardness of his rock rub into you. 

“Alright, that’s it,” he says, removing one of his hands from your hips and immediately bringing it back down to smack your ass. You moan louder than you mean to as the sting hits you, and it prompts Joel to smack again in the same spot. You lean further into the bed, giving Joel the perfect view of your ass sticking up just for him. He rubs his cock in between your legs, the length of him pushing back and forth through your slick folds, and he smacks again, on your other ass cheek this time. You let out a sound that’s half a moan and half a whimper. 

“You like bein’ punished, don’t you baby?” Joel says with a low chuckle. “Want me to fuck you so hard you have no choice but to be my good girl again?”

“Yes,” you whine, unable to think of anything else other than what he’s proposing. Your mind is a blank slate for him to write on, put whatever ideas he wants right onto it, and you’ll blindly follow. “Wanna be your good little slut,” you say in the same whimpering tone, and Joel grinds his hips into you with a needy groan slipping past his lips. He’s getting impatient too, you can feel it, hear it in the little noises he’s making. The head of his cock is right there, right where you want it, and you’re tempted to push back enough to get it inside of you, but you know that’ll only delay things if Joel thinks you’re trying to act out of line. Those aren’t the rules tonight, you remind yourself - Joel’s cock is only going inside of you when he decides it’s time.

You don’t have to wait much longer, because your words seem to have spurred him on, causing him to slowly push himself inside of you. You let out a relieved moan as he begins to fill you up, the feeling you were so desperate for. Only mere moments later he’s driven his cock up to the hilt, allowing you just a single moment of adjustment before he begins thrusting his hips, your slickness coating his shaft as he moves in and out of you.

“So fuckin’ wet and tight, baby,” he says roughly, picking up the pace. You’re pushed down onto the bed, practically unable to move anywhere with the way Joel’s body and the restraints are holding you in place. “Dream about this little pussy every minute I’m not in it,” he moans out, lost in his pleasure as he rolls his hips with every thrust into you. He lifts your hips up slightly, forcing you to press the front half of yourself further down into the bed, but as soon as he thrusts in, you gasp at the way he’s hitting deep inside of you. His rough, fast thrusts hitting your g-spot over and over are practically making you go limp, only able to bounce your hips back into him to force him as deep as he can go.

“Fuck,” you cry out, feeling the familiar sensation building inside of you. You moan out a loud, long noise as it crescendos to a breaking point and you yell out Joel’s name, feeling your entire body light up with pleasure again, the feeling deep inside of you rolling out waves of euphoria. Another familiar feeling strikes you and you know you’re squirting again, something only Joel has been able to pull out of you when he devastates you this badly. Your entire body trembles with the intensity of your climax, seeming to go on for an eternity as his cock slams into you repeatedly.

“Christ,” Joel mumbles, hearing your guttural moans, feeling the way you’re coming and squirting for him as he continues to force his cock deep inside of you. “Fuck, baby, gonna make me come already with all that,” he says.

“Wanna feel your cum in me,” you whimper dazedly, tumbling down from your orgasm with only half of your faculties intact right now.

“Not yet, baby, we’ve still got more to go,” he coos, slowing his thrusts. You breathe in raggedly, blinking slowly as you process his words.

“No…not more…can’t…” you say quietly, and Joel strokes a hand down your back soothingly.

“Already told you how this is gonna go tonight, sweetheart,” he replies, his hand continuing down, rubbing circles on your ass now.

“I’m good yet?” you ask, slurring a bit now.

“You’re very good, baby, look how good you just came for me. Made a damn mess all over, naughty little thing,” he assures you, reaching around you and gently stroking your clit. Your hips jerk at the hypersensitivity caused by him shattering you with several orgasms already, but it still feels good, somehow, so you melt into it for a moment, letting Joel stroke you softly as he slides in and out of you at the same, slow pace.

“Yeah…” you murmur, never wanting this feeling of him to end, unable to believe you’re even able to conceive the thought of another orgasm right now.

“Yeah, baby? Still lookin’ for more?”

“Dunno, can’t even think…” you trail off, fluttering your eyes shut.

“S’okay, I can do all the thinkin’ for us,” he counters, and you smile wryly, then nod. He pulls out quickly and then maneuvers you, flipping your body back over and seating you on the edge of the bed. “Got any toys, sweet girl? Ones you use when you think of me and make yourself come?” Joel asks. You blink for a moment, still feeling a bit delirious, then give him a nod.

“In the drawer,” you tell him, nodding your head towards your bedside drawer. Joel reaches over and opens it to see your several different vibrators and toys and tuts amusedly.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles, shaking his head. He pulls out a small bullet vibrator, holding it between his fingers and inspecting it for a moment. “Gonna need this,” he comments, moving back over to you and positioning himself in front of you. He lifts your still restrained wrists and places them over his head so they’re resting on his neck, immobilizing you even further. He leans down, enough for his cock to find your entrance again, pushing back in. You flutter your eyes, feeling a mix of overstimulation and pleasure as your pussy clenches around him. Joel’s arm lifts you from under your thighs, tilting your hips up for him as he begins moving inside of you. He looks in your eyes and clicks on the vibrator, moving his hips in steady thrusts. You gasp as he touches it above your clit, slowly sliding it up and down, buzzing your clit periodically. Your hips are already shuddering, writhing, unclear on what direction they even want to go - into or away from the now achy pleasure.

“I can’t, it’s - t-too much Joel.”

He tuts again and shakes his head. “I know, baby, but I think I wanna get at least one more out of you. I know you’ve got it in you, sweet girl,” he says warmly, tucking his head down to plant a kiss on your lips. You reciprocate the kiss, almost by instinct, feeling completely out of it in the best way possible right now. 

You let out a little whine the next time Joel brushes the vibrator over your clit, but he leaves it there instead, sending your hips shaking as the bundle of nerves there responds to being stimulated yet again. He rubs little circles, clicking the vibrator speed up and you cry out, the ends of your fingers curling down towards his back but unable to reach with the way they’re tied up. 

“Another one, baby, you can do it,” Joel says, steadily thrusting into you, pushing his cock just as deep as he has been, and you think it could be too much. Your whole body is overwhelmed with feeling but you realize as you go slightly rigid and curl your toes you’re somehow climaxing again, the intensity of the vibrator carrying you through it as you moan and whimper under Joel’s strong hold. Joel smirks down at you, eyes completely glazed now, but he doesn’t let up yet. It’s his turn now, as he thrusts into you and you breathe heavily with pleasure, still enjoying the fullness you feel as his cock pumps in and out of your cunt. Your hips are twitching as you register Joel isn’t giving you a chance to even breathe as the vibrator pushes down on your clit again. 

The sound you let out is nothing like you’ve ever heard leave your lips before, a strangled, high pitched moan as little shocks of pleasure start to rock through you again. 

“Yeah baby, one more for me, I’m gonna come in that pussy. C‘mon sweet girl, gimme one more while I fill you up,” he says, his voice low and husky as he buries his cock into you and comes hard. You shake in his grip, your body barely able to hold up at all as you continue the ungodly sounds you’ve been making and miraculously come one final time. Joel collapses onto you and you blink heavily, staring past his head at the ceiling, trying to compose yourself. Your eyes slowly close, leaving you half conscious as you feel Joel breathe against you, his heaving chest coming back down to a normal pace. You let him move your body as he needs, lifting your arms from around his head and gently untying the restraint and you flex your wrists before lazily dragging them down his arms just to feel him there with you. He pulls out and hoists you onto the bed with him, tucking you under his arms and holding you tightly, both of your sticky bodies pressed as close as they can get.

This form of intimacy is what always strikes you - these moments after, when Joel holds you and tends to you like you’re something so precious, so breakable. Your heart is slowly melting as he holds you now, your body tired and overworked by him but you’ve never been happier, you think, than this moment right here. 

“My good girl,” he whispers, stroking lovingly along every part of your body he can touch. “So, so good for me. Can’t believe I get to have this,” he continues, kissing the top of your head and forehead lightly, his lips just grazing over the spot. 

“Y’think so?” you mutter quietly, still unable to even crack your eyes open. 

“Mhm, I do, darlin’,” he replies, “You know I do.”

“Say it again…” you say, your head lolling down into him further, feeling sleep inching closer and closer. 

“So lucky to have my good girl,” Joel says, a hint of a smile in his voice as he brushes his fingers to tuck your hair behind your ear now. 

“Mmhmmm,” you mumble, and Joel chuckles, staying quiet so that you can slip away into a well deserved rest. 

You’re awoken suddenly by a knocking sound, and you gasp, your head whipping up off your pillow. You’re entangled with Joel, your still naked bodies twisted together along with the sheets of your bed. Joel rubs his eyes, glancing up at you with them narrowed with sleep.

“What was that?” he mumbles, shifting slightly to give you more freedom to move. 

The knock comes again, softly, and you hear your mom say your name through the door. 

Your eyes go wide, and you look down at Joel, urging him silently to move off the bed. 

“Just wanted to see if you’re up, honey, it’s getting a bit late for you,” your mom says, and you furrow your brow, noticing the clock on your bedside reading past 8:30. Damn you being an early riser most of the time, you think out of frustration. 

“O-one sec,” you croak out, your voice hoarse from sleep. You silently nudge Joel and try to shoo him quickly into the bathroom, which is across from where you bed is and out of sight from the main door. You scurry over to your closet, grabbing your robe and moving towards the door, but you spot Joel’s clothes on the ground, so you quickly gather them up and shove them in his arms where he stands in the dark bathroom. You put a finger to your lips, trying not to laugh as you warn him to be quiet. You pull the collar of the robe up quickly over your neck, trying to cover the various marks you know have to be there from Joel last night. 

“Morning, mom,” you say as you open the door and stifle a yawn. 

“So you were asleep? Sorry, you’ve been up so early lately I just assumed. Wanted to ask you a few things before we ran out for some errands in a bit.”

“Um, yeah, can I meet you down in the kitchen in a little bit. I want to grab some coffee and then we can chat, is that alright?”

Your mom smiles but then her eyes catch on your body suspiciously, eyeing your robe. “Aren’t you hot?”

Your eyes go round for a moment and you inhale quickly. “I was, yeah. Kind of awkward, I’ve been trying to sleep naked, so I had to grab this when you knocked. It’s supposed to be great for you to sleep like that, I read it in an… article, or something,” you ramble on, touching the back of your neck nervously. Your mom gives you a small, amused smile before shaking her head a little. You don’t know if she’s fully convinced of any of what you’re saying, but she seems willing not to press any further right now. 

“Maybe I’ll have to try it,” she says teasingly, and you cringe, not wanting to imagine anything of the sort. 

“Ugh, mom,” you say with a little chuckle, and she shrugs in response, completely unbothered.

“Alright, see you at the house in a little bit, then,” she says before sweeping off down the stairs. You shut the door and release a long breath, running a hand down your face. 

“Swear she never comes up here like that,” you announce quietly to Joel, who comes out of the bathroom, holding his clothes. He slowly starts putting them back on, grinning at you. You walk over to the bed and sit down, breathing in and out deeply again to calm your shot nerves. 

“Healthy to sleep naked, huh?” he asks you, smirking. 

“That was actually true, you know. I’ve heard about that before,” you say, crossing your arms. 

“Baby, you don’t have to make up reasons to try and get me to sleep naked with you,” Joel replies, cocky as ever. 

You glare at him immediately. “It’s true!” you call out, reaching for the nearest pillow on the bed and throwing it at him. It thuds against his chest and he catches it, laughing at you before walking over. 

“I’m sure it is,” he says quietly before giving you a quick kiss. 

“You’re leaving?” you ask suddenly, able to tell by the way he’s fully dressed and giving you what feels like a goodbye kiss. You know you have to go talk to your parents anyways, but you like to milk every minute you can with him, even if it means just a quick shower together in the morning instead of doing it at your own respective homes.

“Sorry darlin’, gotta go. I know it’s the weekend, but I’ve got lots to catch up with work and stuff ‘round the house,” he tells you, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

You nod, slightly disheartened but understanding. “See you soon?” you ask, your eyes wide and pleading as you walk him to the door.

“Of course, baby. Always.”

You sit and sip coffee at your parents’ kitchen table, absentmindedly scratching their dog Benny behind the ears. He’s clearly itching to go for a walk, and you’ve promised him several times now you’ll go in a few moments. You anxiously touch your neck, as if feeling it will ensure that the hickeys you caked in makeup this morning are still hidden. Either way, you’ve pulled your hair over your neck much more than you’d normally do, hoping to hide anything that may still be visible, and just said a quick prayer that your parents won’t notice.

Your mom is rustling around the kitchen, putting dishes away as she talks to you. Her and your dad are doing some errands today and furniture shopping, and they were hoping you’d be able to take Benny for his walk and had a small list of chores they needed help with - part of your payment for living here rent free.

“Have you talked to any more of the… friends you met when you went out?” your mom asks as she flits around the room, and you pause, trying to recollect what she’s even talking about. You finally remember you’d lied about going out and meeting some people since you’re new to this city. 

“Right… uh, no, not really.”

“I just feel like you spend a lot of time, well, alone,” she says, looking at you with concern, eyes wide and sympathetic.

“No, it’s fine, mom. I just needed some time to decompress after moving here, that’s all. I’m sure I’ll meet plenty of people at work,” you try to reassure her, knowing she can go on an anxiety spiral about you at the drop of a hat. The truth is, you’re feeling far from lonely these days with Joel by your side more often than not, but you can’t exactly explain that to her.

“What about those boys working on the bathroom, huh? They’re young and cute, right?” your mom pries, and you shoot her a playful death glare.

“You have got to stop trying to set me up with people,” you tell her with a snort, shaking your head. “But yes, they’re both young and good looking. I’m just not interested.”

“Fine, alright. You know I just want you to be happy.” The issue with your parents having you so young is that they’re still young, and pry into your life every chance they get. Your mom was only twenty when she and your dad had you, so you basically grew up with her, and she’d already had a five year old when she was your age. She doesn’t expect you to follow the same path, but you think sometimes she worries about you finding someone to spend your life with. 

“I’m very happy, mom,” you tell her, and she eyes you. You hope that you don’t have some weird post-amazing night of sex glow to you that gives you away. Joel did make you come an insane amount of times last night, and you’re still processing all of it, if you’re honest.

“I know you know this, but…” your mom glances at you, “You know you can talk to me about things, right?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes despite your mom’s very sweet, kind words. “I know that,” you tell her, “If this is still about the hickeys the other week…”

“Well, it is and it isn’t,” she says, shrugging. “Just making sure you’re alright, I know moving here has been a big change.”

“It has, but I’m glad I did it,” you say, trying to smile convincingly and get her off your back. She seems to accept your answer, and goes back to taking stock of the fridge for her and your dad’s grocery run. Your dad comes into the kitchen, looking freshly showered and somewhat out of breath.

“Sick of showering with this damn thing on,” he grumbles down at his leg cast, using his crutches to make his way over to your mom. “Can I help?” he asks her, and you watch them with a smile. Despite being less mobile, he’s always trying to do as much as he can for your mom. He’s the type of person who hates being still and unproductive, so this has been a major adjustment for him.

“Want to check the pantry?” she asks, and he nods, opening the pantry door and checking the usual things they need for the week.

“Oh, by the way, Joel from next door came by and invited us to his July Fourth cookout,” your dad throws over his shoulder at you. When the hell did that sneaky bastard manage to do that? It must have been after he got done with work sometime yesterday in the evening when you’d been busy on a video chat with Sofia for a while. She was excited, to say the least, about your recent developments with Joel. She nearly fainted when you’d mentioned he took you out to dinner.

You pause, choosing your words carefully. “Cool, that’ll be fun for you guys,” you say nonchalantly, taking a sip from your coffee.

“He was adamant about inviting you, too. All three of us,” your mom chimes in.

“Oh, well that’s very nice of him,” you say, fiddling with your hands in your lap now, trying to stay poised. Just the mention of him makes it hard for you to keep your composure, afraid you’ll have some tell, some dead giveaway that you’re absolutely infatuated with the man.

“Thought you two seemed to be friendly with him working in the house, so it isn’t a surprise, right?” your dad says.

You smile slightly and nod. “Right,” you tell them. Friendly. “We’ve talked a little bit, I guess.”

“Seemed like you two had a long conversation the other day,” your mom says, eyeing you skeptically with what looks like a twinkle in her eye. Shit shit shit shit your brain repeats over and over, a dull roaring filling your ears. There’s no way she’s onto you, she’s barely even seen you and Joel interact. You have to be imagining things out of paranoia, you try to convince yourself. You realize you’re sitting quietly, not responding to your mom’s comment, so you open your mouth to speak, but your dad beats you to it.

“So you’re good with that, then? We can all go over there together that day?” he asks.

“Sure, yeah, that sounds good,” you spit out too quickly. “I’m, uh, going to take Benny now. He’s been whining since I walked in here. See you guys later.” You quickly stand and place your mug in the dishwasher before grabbing Benny’s leash and rushing towards the front door with him.

You don’t know exactly why you’re hiding this thing with Joel from your parents at this point. You know they’re open minded, but you don’t know how they would react to you choosing to be with someone so close to their age. They’ve always been pretty relaxed as parents, but they have a strong protective streak over you, especially since you’re their only child. You worry that they’d try and stop you from seeing Joel, not understanding that his intentions are good and he isn’t some kind of older predator, or whatever twisted thing they may come up with. You two lying about your relationship for a while now wouldn’t help matters, either.

You look down at Benny enjoying his walk in the early morning sun as you try to clear your head, but can’t help but return to the thoughts wondering when the hell this beautiful, wondering thing might just end up imploding on you.

[teatitty]

What vehicles I think the jounin friend group would drive if vehicles existed in their time

Asuma: Jeep Wrangler [Rae helped with this one]. He loves long roadtrips and will go on them with no advanced warning. Just off the grid for a week or so

Kurenai: Easily a Kawasaki motorbike she's the sickest looking chick on the block and knows it. Puts the bike on the back of Asuma's jeep for his roadtrips

Gai: One of those old beat up cars that look compact but can fit sooooo much inside of them. You have no idea how the thing still works but by god is it reliable

Kakashi: Pick-up truck so all his dogs can be in the back. There's many pics and vids of his truck but never of him and nobody knows where he lives

Iruka: Legally he can drive anything but nobody lets him because he's a maniac on the road with legendary road rage. He'll cut you up just to be petty

[trips2saturn]

didn’t do last week’s but here it is: TOWL EPISODE 5 SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️‍🔥

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ANOTHER LEGENDARY EPISODE FOR THE TWD HISTORY BOOKS. can we get a round of applause please? 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 yes. great. perfect.

you already know what i’m about to scream about. THE RICHONNE PROPOSAL™️ HELLODHSJDHSKBDJSHSHSSBSBSJEISNS DID I NOT PREDICT IT YES OR NO. YES I DID!!!!! THE RING 😭😭😭 HIS SPEECH 😭😭😭 HIM GETTING ON ONE KNEE AND THEN SHE GETS ON HER KNEES TOO?!?1?2!$:)!/!:/& HER RESPONSE TOO?! SEDATE ME THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED. imagine thinking we haven’t won the damn lottery with this ship it’s neverrrr over for us i love them i love them so much they’re going home next episode, and we’re going to see the ring on her finger WATCH THIS SPACE ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥺😁

not even five minutes into the episode and i was being ambushed with both admiration and TORTUROUS PAIN. the cute little callback to 7x12 of them just being on the road, scavenging, surviving, and loving on each other was sooooo cute. rick kissing the back of mich’s hand. DOES THIS SHOW WANT ME TO DO SOMETHING VERY CATASTROPHIC BC I WILL.

BOOM. immediate anguish right after their cutie scene because what does rick do? OH RIGHT HE PULLS OUT THE PHONE OF CARL’S DRAWING AND STARES AT IT SOLEMNLY. CATASTROPHIC THOUGHTS ARE FORMING EXPONENTIALLY LITTLE TUMBLR PEOLLE 😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹😔😔😔😔 i can’t do this anymore no more please. i cried so hard last episode i’m tired brother

that brief scene of rick wanting to bring a gift home for rj. that’s his baby. michonne saying that he’s the brave man, and that just him coming home to them was enough. i need like three days to process this episode it was SOOOOO SOFT

“tasteful noods?” they’re idiots but they’re my idiots. i am also an idiot because just before she said that, i paused the show and read the truck and laughed out loud at the brand. i swear we’re so tethered. michonne and trips, sisters in another universe <3

im not going to sugarcoat anything. idgaf about jadis’s death. in fact, i am celebrating!!!!! will byers is NO MÁS good damn riddance.

ALSO HELLO GABRIEL? i was quite comforted to see a member of the group. those random meetups with haircut were interesting to say the least, especially the kiss because ummm was he not still dating rosita? idk idc i can’t keep up with the timelines anymore it’s not that serious unless it’s rick and michonne

also thank you GABRIEL for the wedding ring, and thanks jadis for giving it to rick. haircut was good for something in the end i guess. doesn’t matter what her ending was, i didn’t feel any reconciliation or compassion. she’s still a piece of shit who stole a great portion of rick’s life from himself and his entire family. burn in the hottest depths of hell. xo!

WAS THAT A PAINTING OF GLENN IN JADIS’S FLASHBACK? IF SO HOW AND WHY IM GENUINELY CONFUSED SOMEONE PLEASE REPLY OR DM ME ASAP

the callback to 6x10?!?!?? spearmint and baking soda?!?! I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SONS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!???????? danai and andy took the little richonne file in my brain and STUDIED it to make sure that they filmed every scene that i’ve ever wanted to happen to them. no source just trust me they did it

RICK GIVING MICH A BRAND NEW “M” NECKLACE OHHHHH 😔😔🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 THEYRE SO LOVEBUG. LIKE WOAH OKAY TROY AND GABRIELLA 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭❤️‍🩹 she deserves it so much! and then their kiss inside of the cabin afterwards, and them falling back onto the bed urgsjdvajdbabbs cutie pies!!!!!!!!!!!

every jadis scene pissed me off, so I won’t go into detail too much. you guys know how much i hate her. anyway, michonne using the axe to slice jadis like a cold cut… mother. love her. ALSO her rage when speaking about haircut too, yeah that was the perfect amount of dialogue that i wanted to see from her. her stealing rick’s time of seeing rj’s birth, first steps, etc. UGH. so excellent, you could feel her burning anger in her voice.

all of these callbacks throughout the episode but the best, most important and evident one was the mere fact that they’re a team again. kicking ass, and simply leading each other because that’s what they’re the best at. before any of their romance began, they were trusted confidants who worked so well side by side, and in this episode we got to see and feel the satisfaction and elation of having that back again!!!!!

i felt like i was at a drive thru restaurant ordering the entire episode. can i get some flirting, with a side of ass kicking, and ummm let me get a side of poetic, confessional yearning from rick grimes. yeah, that’ll be all.

rick telling gabriel that he wanted to marry michonne on the bridge. 🥺……. 😡 AND THEN EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT AFTERWARDS. IMAGINE THE WORLD IF JADIS NEVER KIDNAPPED HIM. THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND HIM EVENTUALLY LIKE HE WAS RIGHT UP THE STREET?? oof — i cannot. we waited so long to hear this admirable dialogue but at what cost. it’s so sad, but at least we’re here now as michonne would say!!!!!

okay. ❤️‍🩹 there’s still so much to unpack but that’s enough out of me for the moment. brain’s still scrambled eggs. last but not least, michonne grimes is the hottest character ever. THE BOXERS?! she looked fucking amazing in every single outfit. if i were rick, i’d be kissing every inch of her neck too HELLO

don’t forget to stream the ones who live episode FIVE 5️⃣ on amc+ and don’t forget to watch it tonight on amc’s channel at 9pm!!!! ❤️‍🔥 so stoked for episode 6. it’s going to be the best one ever. it’s so hard to rank them at this point and i don’t want to either. every episode is better than the last! REAL TELEVISION IS BACK. 🫶🏼❤️‍🔥

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NEWSIES UNO REVERSE

I LOVE IT

tell me EVERYTHING

starting questions I have

-what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au

-how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"

- what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike,

-who leads the manhattan lodging house

-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)

-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)

ok warning u now I will have more questions later haha

I WELCOME ALL THE QUESTIONS!!! Sorry this is sooooo long but here:

what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au

Oooh I haven’t thought about Sarah yet! But I will tie it in to what happens to the Jacobs parents. Be warned, it is Sad and Tragic.

Mayer tangles with a delivery truck, just like in livesies, but instead of staying at home he leaves the state to find work with family somewhere west. He never comes back. This happens when Davey is about eight. Sarah is a little older, maybe twelve, and Esther is pregnant with Les, who never gets to meet his father. Three years later, Esther falls ill and passes. I imagine Sarah being the oldest and ‘Most promising’ would be sent/taken away to live with an elderly relative, or possibly some sort of home for girls

how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"

Well Jack is still Jack, you know? Oh and if you thought he was confident before, just IMAGINE how insufferable he in a world where he had a clean bed and full stomach every day?

I think Les would see him as the cool new “rich” kid who is confident enough to try anything and has all these wonderful stories about growing up in the theatre—which Davey obviously cannot stand bc he believes Les should keep his head on earth

what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike

Omg omg ong okay SO I’ve actually been thinking bout this a TON, and although their on roles are switched, they still are the characters they are if that makes sense??? So in my mind, it’s still Davey who has the words and information to start the strike—orphaned or not, this motherfucker READS. Similar to the show though he sort of sparks the idea, and Jack is kind of egging him on which Davey doesn’t understand because Jack HAS a mother, a family, he has so much more to lose

And there is this one scene that has been chewing on my brain and shaking it nonstop like a Rottweiler with a toy. Jack is still very much an artist in this AU, and Davey is the one who escaped from The Refuge.

Post rally apology scene, Jack says he’s talked to Kath and they have an idea—Davey says he just talked to her, too… and Davey isn’t kissing and telling but he doesn’t have to. Jack can tell there’s something (and there’s a lot of internal angst from Jack about this, who is trying to stay cool)

Anyway. The plan involves needing words and art for The Neesies Banner. Kath and Davey’s words, and Jack’s art. So Jack and Davey sit down together, Davey recounting everything he went through at the refuge while Jack draws it.

And then Jack can’t take it anymore and puts his pencil down and Davey’s like “???? Why’d you stop?”

Jack looks at him and just says, “I am so sorry this happened to you” and Davey is taken SO aback because he doesn’t think anyone has ever told him that and they have A Moment and uh oh??? Feelings??? And the moment breaks and they scramble away to the printing press at Pulitzers basement lol

-who leads the manhattan lodging house

Davey, but in a more unassuming way! He’s not so outright about it, and definitely not a big personality. He mostly talks kids out of making stupid decisions, but if they’re stubborn enough (Race) he’s not going to waste his time, because they’ll find out the hard way (Also Race). He’s not even necessarily the “leader” he’s just sort of the oldest and has been there the longest so

-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)

Davey has had a run in with Brooklyn through Race. I can see Race getting into a scuffle with Spot and Davey having to intervene. Not sure WHY yet? Maybe Race was selling on Brooklyn turf, maybe he was conning Brooklyn newsies, but I DO know that Davey was Very Annoyed about having to save Race’s ass

-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)

Honestly? I don’t think he *likes* it, but he realizes the necessity of it quite early on!

THANK YOU FOR THESE!! They were so fun! 🤩 Anyone anywhere anytime is ALWAYS welcome to ask me about my brainrot newsies AUs lol