#it’s so stupid but in an ironically good way

[kitts-mechanix]

I do like the point on Optimus only letting Megatron join him because he doesn't want to lose any more people and desperate for peace at that point. I am honestly not sure if that's an idea I can get behind, but it's still better than "Oh OP just forgives Megs like nothing ever happened". I did hear Season 1 of Earthspark was promising, but their making Megatron the good guy from the get-go just kinda turns me off. At least IDW tried to flesh out his journey but even then I just....yeah I've kinda grown to hate it.

The issue I have with a lot of TF media (MAINLY Bayverse and the live action movies but apparently ES has this problem) is they focus way too much on the humans. Now don't get me wrong, I do love the human characters in G1 and I'm sure the ones in other animated series are fine. But this is about the ROBOTS and yet so many from Bay to ES seem to use the robots to draw people in and it's like "oh actually it's about the humans, the robots are just there".

This! And the thing is, it's SO common for the abuser to get defended. Why? Why are they so good at making themselves look like the good guys and the victims the bad guys? Even if the victim is nice and likeable? Abusers twist and mould reality to fit THEIR sick mindset and it's crazy how easily they can trick people. And these people were NOT stupid either--so why did they side with this woman who believes in literal lizard people? And then when two people came forward and said "actually KM did nothing wrong, we saw what [abuser] did and it was an outright attack." And they got told the same thing, "[Abuser] has been through a lot of hardship and well, KM isn't the most opened-minded."

Oh my gosh ALL OF THOSE THINGS! The "you're not open-minded" one makes me mad, because if anything, I sometimes feel like I'm too open-minded. Kind of ironic that it came from someone who would NOT let her opinion be changed. Like this person is an actual racist and other disgusting stuff, but I'm the one who's not open-minded....

I actually wanna share this comment I left on a Starscream video about his trauma and abuse:

I think what scares me the most is turning out like my abuser. Especially when she said, about me "oh she'll see the truth one day." Translation, "she's going to become exactly like me, think like me, it's fact, she has no control over this" (if I mentioned this already I'm sorry, I have the memory of a goldfish). And then in my immediate family I got this: "no one will ever love you as much as we do, and you know it's true".

And then Megatron is so angrily shocked and surprised at why Starscream just tossed him out of Astrotrain in the 86 movie-

Me, at the entirety of the transformers franchise: wow starscream may deserve a lot of things but not that

[b1eeding-sun]

Finally made ref sheets for this au so I figure now is as good a time as any to make an official introduction post for it.

Keep in mind that I'm still working on ironing out all the details so some things may be subject to change. However, I do have the major story beats decided so it's all the stuff in between that I'm not certain of. (Also PV'S designs are subject to change I'm not certain I'll be sticking with these)

Au overview and some more art below the cut because I ended up yapping for so long

With that out of the way, here's the gist of this au:

When Truthless recluse shatters his soul jam in the spire of deceit, he gets sent back in time (as like a fluke side effect of awakening ig) where he is found by the Fount of knowledge. Pure Vanilla is weary of Fount at first because he's not entirely convinced that this isn't just Shadow Milk trying to fuck with him again but he does genuinely want to be friends with shadow milk so he decides to just go along with this. He does realize fairly quickly that this isn't a trick, he's actually stuck in the past.

Fount is absolutely fascinated by PV, he's never had any genuine connections with anybody before and PV is pretty much the first person ever to see him as an actual person and not just something to be used and then discarded. He is also extremely curious about why PV has a second copy of his soul jam (PV quickly after realizing he's not in his time starts hiding his soul jam but he couldn't exactly hide it from Fount, at this point in time it isn't visibility cracked yet, that happens later on.)

Long story short they become besties (could be read as romantic or platonic), horribly codependent relationship on both ends. they don't have anyone but each other and they are each other's whole world.

It would absolutely tear PV apart if Fount was to, for example, start to corrupt and for there to be absolutely nothing he could do about it. Or if, and I'm just throwing this out there, he was to be locked up in, oh I don't know, a tree for thousands of years. And expanding on that, let's just say, hypothetically, that Fount assumes PV is mortal (technically correct) and that Its been thousands of years, he's probably died of old age by now (not correct). That would probably fuck him up soooo bad. Especially since he's locked in this hypothetical tree and literally all he can do is sit with his own thoughts.

Hahaha, good thing that's purely hypothetical. Because if that wasn't hypothetical then PV might, in an attempt to spare himself from his suffering, shatter his soul jam (again) and completely lose all of his memories (again). But that'll never happen because that was all purely hypothetical and actually this au is all sunshine and rainbows with absolutely no angst.

I've got sosososososo many ideas about this au that I haven't even touched on in this brief overview and am genuinely considering turning this into a fic. However I've literally never written anything before and this concept I think would be incredibly difficult to pull off convincingly. Also, shadow milk/fount of knowledge is physically disabled here. You can pretty much assume that that's the case with any of my depictions of him even if it's not obvious just by looking, but I figured it should still say that.

Please please please please please send me questions about this au I'm hopelessly hyperfixated on it and I have absolutely nobody to talk about it with or bounce ideas off of and that's tragic. Also I haven't figured out a name for this yet so please give me suggestions so I can tag everything accordingly and have all of it in one place.

As a treat for hearing my rambling out, here's a collection of my favorite of the art I've made for this au thus far (I would have included all of it but stupid Tumblr image limitations):

[sylith]

A Darkness in the Soul of Man⋆｡°♱

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A child’s voice had gone hoarse screaming about how the well behind the chapel had “snapped its own rope.”The bucket isn’t just broken — it’s from the only working well near the village after recent droughts or flooding. People are starting to panic. The chapel’s well is old, out near the forest’s edge, and almost no one dares to touch it anymore. By midday, the only thing louder than the gossip was the silence of the dry buckets.The villagers didn’t venture into the woods unless they had to.So they went. No because they were brave—though they’d whisper that soon enough, but because no one else would. Their hands was steady and they knew exactly how to do fix things.If something needed mending, they’d do it. Even if it meant going into thorn-choked woods with a rusted lantern and a satchel of iron nails. The humid forest air pressed in around them like a damp cloth.It had rained the night before, leaving the trail slick and half-eaten by roots. Ravens murmured overhead. Every sound ,each snap of a twig, flap of wing ,felt too loud. They weren't stupid, they know what the villagers said about the forest. The forest is haunted. That he lives there. But superstition didn’t fill buckets or fix pulleys. So they pushed deeper, past the last stone marker, toward the half-rotted well by the clearing. They’d almost reached it when they saw the bucket — not broken, but crushed like an eggshell. Splinters everywhere. The chain had been ripped straight from the pulley. Not rusted, not aged. Destroyed. Out of the corner of their eye, they could see something. A shadow. Someone is watching them.

They saw the shadow first — tall, slouched against a crooked tree like he were waiting for something to bleed. He isn't human. Or not anymore. “Let me guess,” they muttered, not looking up as they knelt beside the shattered bucket. “This your idea of sport?” No answer. Just the creak of bark behind him as he shifted — slow, lazy, like a cat stretching afore a kill. They glanced up. He was watching them. Eyes black, or nigh so dark they swallowed light. “Do you always ruin things you’ve no claim to,” they said, rising, “or am I merely cursed this day?” He tilted his head, curious. Almost amused. “You’re not afraid.” “Nay,” they replied. “Only annoyed. There's a difference.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Most scream. You speak.” “Most don’t walk a mile through mud to mend what some sulking forest fiend’s torn to bits,” they snapped, lifting the bucket’s remains. “Yet here we are.” Something flickered behind his gaze. Not hunger. Not wrath. Interest. “You saw me last week,” he said. “In the wheat field. You didn’t flee then, either.” “And you stared like a starved dog, unsure if I were meat or danger. Guess you still haven’t chosen.” He smiled then. Thin. Sharp. Like a crack in something meant to hold still. “I have.” They stared at him a moment longer, jaw tight, grip firm around the splintered wood. “Good for you,” they said flatly. “Now get out of the way.” No threat. No fear. Just steel and irritation. He didn’t move. Just let them brush past — close enough that the fabric of their sleeve whispered against his fingers. Close enough to smell the rain still clinging to their skin. They didn’t look back. But he did. ⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱⋆｡°♱ The well was working again.Perfectly.But they hadn’t finished fixing it. The shattered pulley had been replaced. The new one was finer than anything from town — iron teeth clean, oiled, untouched by rust. The rope no longer frayed. The bucket no longer groaned. They checked twice. A pair of boots, caked in forest mud, waited by their door one morning. Not theirs. Nails missing from their satchel returned, arranged in neat spirals on the porch. One evening, they found their hammer hanging carefully from the chapel wall. Wiped clean. They never said anything. Because who would believe them? Some nights, they heard knocking,not at the door but the window. Slow. Deliberate. Three taps. Then silence. Once, they opened it. Nothing but a raven feather on the sill and the scent of pine sap clinging to their shirt. They weren’t afraid. But something had chosen them. And it did not intend to leave.

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[rome-ii6]

Floating Hearts

Summary: In this world

Hearts can float

So you shall seek

Who makes your heart beat

You can call it fake

Or you can call it mate

A/N: i always thought abt this world, and actually, it's two separate worlds that i rolled into one. Enjoy!! :3

Word count: 3,116

Read it on Ao3!

The air started to smell like rain and soil already these days. Trees became wrapped in an orange colour that made it more beautiful to look at, and the leaves always crunched when you step on them.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

His weather wasn't that bad lately too, it wasn't good either, but he has seen worse days. Endured worse weather in his world.

Bucky made his way back home. Finally. He thought to himself. He was going back from his grocery shopping, the two of his hands were already quite full of grocery bags. He bought a lot of things, too much even. Bucky looked at the plastic bags and stared at it for moments while his feet kept moving.

Yes, this amount will—hopefully—do for the next few weeks. He doesn't like to go outside that much, it's pretty weird trying to get used to this new world. And he'd like to keep his interaction with people and the outside world minimal. So yep, he really hopes it'll do.

And now after he brought the ingredients, what is he going to cook for himself tonight? And what is he going to drink with it? He grumbled under his breath, trying to think of something that would lift his mood a little. Maybe if he had a decent fancy meal for dinner, he could close his eyes for hours without being interrupted and waking up trying to catch his breath.

And oh no, he needs to shoot these thoughts away, because it is getting cloudy already and it's the last thing he wants to happen right now. Inhale, exhale. Again. And again. Now deep breath. He tried to soothe himself seeking some peace because he does not want to get wet with rain. Fine, no more bad thoughts, just happy thoughts, or what close enough to it.

This world is already weird, with its weather and all those stupid myths being real. He can't help himself but always thinking, is it real? Is there really someone out there supposed to be his other half? His true love and all those things? He doesn't know. Sure, some people assured him that it's indeed true, but…..yeah no.

And it looks like destiny overheard Bucky's thoughts and decided to interfere to mock him and prove that he's wrong, because when he was crossing the street, something caught the side of his eyes and he froze in his tracks.

It was a heart, a floating heart.

There it's, above a beautiful young woman. He blinked, and blinked again, trying to check if he's still in reality and that his mind is still working right. He even looked around, trying to see if someone else noticed the heart—the floating heart, why would a heart float even?—but he knows for sure that he's the only one who's supposed to see it. Because that's how the things usually go from what he heard.

People passed him, but he stood there, looking into the café, standing outside of it. A beautiful woman wearing a scarf was sipping the liquid in her cup while listening to her two friends. She smiled at them and nodded her head a little to the one of them who was holding the conversation, talking frantically. And that weird heart is still….there. still floating above her head.

So this is it, the most important moment of his life? That's the person who's supposed to be his soulmate? He found her just like that?

Yeah sure, some people find theirs pretty easily. Sometimes from the moment they became an 18 year-old, sometime between their twenties and forties. Even sixties. And other times.…never.

You'll spend your whole life searching for the one, for your other half, other heart, but you will find nothing in some cases. Just like that. Nothing. Isn't it ironic? The whole constipation of soulmates and their need to find each other but then you might never have the chance to see them even for a split second, let alone know them and talk.

And not just that, if you were lucky enough to find your other half and get to know them, sometimes it doesn't work. A pair of soulmates don't work. They just don't…. click. But how come that? If they were really meant to each other, aren't they supposed to work no matter what? How is it possible that they may or may not end up together, living happily ever after?

What's the point then of all this? What the point of somebody else that's supposed to be your whole world, your lover, shelter and the one who you'll share the years of your life with if there's a high possibility that you either won't find each other or your relationship won't work, if you might end up spending the years with someone else that's not them but get you well and even better?

That was always in Bucky's mind. It occupied his thoughts regularly.

And now he spent too much time in his head and needs to stop staring like a creep outside the café’s glass wall.

People came and went, crossing and passing him. Putting his feet to work again, he casted a final glance at the giggling woman in the café and went into his way.

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Fate was a hilarious thing, because it made Bucky laugh. Not a happy laugh, a one more like i-can’t-believe-this-is-happening laugh, but it did nonetheless.

Because why is the person that was supposed to be his soulmate in front of him? Talking to him? He didn't want this, he walked away the first time, but the second she was thrown away in his direction, like a silent sign of “why did you walk away the first time.”

But he didn't want this, didn't need this. He's totally fine, Bucky is more than good not having friends or anyone, let alone his supposed soulmate.

He was just taking a walk by, he wanted fresh air. His mood was surprisingly good, that's why the weather in his world was good too, so he decided to go outside.

He spent his time wandering around aimlessly, trying to clear his mind and focus on the current moments. But he stumbled by a bench in the park, and surprise surprise, the person who was sitting on it was no one but his “soulmate”. Bucky can still see the floating heart above her head, and this time he can see it more clearly. He stopped in his tracks, his body going stiff.

He urges his body to go, to take some steps back before she notices him. But his body was frozen, his heart skipped some beats. And just like that, the girl's gaze settled on him.

She was surrounded by stray cats, one rubbing her head against her legs, one sitting on her lap and the last one she was holding between her hands. When her gaze caught his, she stopped playing and stared. Bucky just stood there, too stund to speak, talk or do anything.

And when her gaze went up, up above his head, it stayed there. And he saw the exact moment that she saw what was above his head. (Bucky always knew—from the stories—that there ought to be a floating heart above his head, and that he can't see it, nobody can see it, except his soulmate. But nonetheless, he felt a little surprised when she acknowledged it.)

The girl's mouth formed and “O” and she just kept staring and blinking. She didn't move, didn't talk or do anything, and he's slowly becoming anxious.

Bucky shifted his weight from one foot to another and tried to break this awkward moment. “So are you just gonna stare at me like a fish or….?” He said, his voice lacked his teasing and flirting tone, it was a little firm due to his uncomfortability. “Because you just look so ridiculous.”

He face-palmed in his mind, not knowing what the hell he's talking about. Yeah, he stares at people all the time—they make sure to tell him every time he does it, and he finds it so annoying because that's his resting face—but he doesn't like it when people stare at him.

“Oh my god!,” the girl finally said. “Is that— oh my god, is this realty?” Her voice squeaked a little at the end.

“It's reality. And actually—”

“This is so cool! Like so cool.”

“—I think I'm just gonna leave and leave you to—”

“What are you kidding? There's no way!” She didn't even give him the chance to complete his sentences, and before he could do anything she stood up from the bench.

The cat that was on her lap let out a meowing sound, protesting at being moved out, and she placed the one between her hands on the bench with a pet on its head, stepping more closely to Bucky.

“Dude,” said the girl with so much amusement in her voice. “This is so cool, I can't believe it.” When she came closer, her eyes were where his floating heart was, eyeing it with so much amazement. Bucky can even see how her eyes spark.

“Can i…?” She gestured above his head. He didn't know what possibly she could be asking permission for, so he hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head slowly, unsurely.

The girl—that he still doesn't have her name—stood on her toes, arm held high. She waved her hand on top of his head a couple times. “What are you doing?” He said, confusion written on his face.

“I'm just—” she moved her hand again, like she's trying to catch something. “—seeing if this is real.” Her face was close to his, he even could feel her breath on his face. Meanwhile his breath seems like it stopped.

She looked him in the eyes and said, “I know it's real,” what a strong eye contact, Bucky though. “But I meant like, real, physically real you know?”

She finally stepped back and oh! His breathing had returned!

Bucky had to take a small step back, to create a little space between them and because he was a little nervous. “So,” he said, then didn't amend it. He shifted his weight again and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Was it?”

“Excuse me?” The girl looked slightly confused.

“The heart, was it real? Physically real?” Bucky felt so embarrassed at his communication skills, it was a stupid question and he knows it. But he didn't know what to do in this kind of situation.

Not everyone finds his soulmate accidentally and then run away—no, not run, walk by, because Bucky didn't “run away” when he first saw her in the café. He did not. There's a big difference between running and walking by—and then meeting them accidentally again in a park and they notice him this time, then they start to try to catch the floating heart on top of his head. So yes, of course he doesn't know how to act right now.

His soulmate—if it's even his soulmate. He keeps denying it despite the heart that he clearly can see above her head, and that she can see his—just shrugged. “I don't think so, i tried but—” she shrugged again.

“What's your name?” Bucky finally asked.

The girl put her hand into her pockets. “Y/N,” she tipped her chin out of her scarf and pointed at him. “I would say that it was a pleasure to meet you, but we don't know yet.”

A small chuckle escaped his lips. “I'm James, but you can call me Bucky.” He extended his hand, holding it for her to take.

Y/N took his hand with her, shaking it. Bucky looked at their shaking hands, then at her face to get a good look at it. Her features were pleasant to look at, like when you're looking at a beautiful painting or view, you just want to take it all and memorize all of it in your mind.

Her little red nose scrunched when she laughed. “Stop staring at me,” her voice was clearly teasing him.

He had to cut his thoughts and land back to reality to answer her. “I'm not staring,”

“But you're,”

“I'm not,” he scoffed.

“Mm-hmm. Sure.” Y/N gave him a strange look with raised brows directed at him.

It took Bucky a few seconds to realize that his hand was still shaking hers and he forgot about it because his mind was in another universe, because he indeed was staring at her. And oh my god, I'm still shaking it. I need to stop shaking it.

After he dropped his hand, he tucked it away from her by shoving it into his pockets again to feel less embarrassed.

“So,” Bucky tried to kill the awkwardness between them, and he hoped he could, because killing was what he's good at. Was, it's all in the past. I'm not like that anymore. (Or he hoped.) “Ummmmm….”

So much for trying to kill the awkwardness of him.

One of the little stray cats came and sniffed him, then rubbed its head on his leg.

“So,” said y/n. “What? You got nothing to say?” She let out a chuckle. “I always thought that my soulmate would be charming and would make me swoon using only two words. But, here we are.” She added a little shrug.

“My soulmate”, oh God, this sounds so weird coming out of her mouth. Bucky thought.

And wait, did he just disappointed her already? From their first meeting? In the past, it was easy for him to flirt with some random girl, it wasn't that hard. But now he can't even talk probably with his other half, let alone flirt.

“So Bucky, do you plan to take me on a date or?” when he blinked at her, she added, “well, you know, because all of this—” she gestured with her hand at what's above their heads. “—soulmate stuff and blah blah. So I thought, it wouldn't be not nice to sit for a while and talk. Or not talk, since you seem so bad at that one. Anyway you caught the idea, so why not?”

Y/N tucked herself deeper into her coat, adjusting the scarf. “Wait,” said Bucky after finally noticing her clothes, “you're wearing winter clothes.”

His soulmate raised a brow, “And?”

“You're wearing winter clothes,” he said more firmly, all the hesitation slipped out of his voice.

She had the audacity to roll her eyes. “If you're asking if I'm depressed then yes. But,” she held her finger out, “the question is, who isn't? Mine just happened to be a little tiny bit more obvious. Like who cares, I'm not the only one in the world wearing winter clothes.”

“Y/N,”

“No seriously,” she let out a huff, face going more serious at his tone. “I'm fine, I promise. I've a therapist, I'm taking meds, I've my friends and family, it's just….” She paused. “Things like that we can't control, but I'm fine, so no need to worry.” The last sentence was more like a question, as if she's telling him to not care much about the topic.

But he hesitated, he knows that not everyone always has a shiny good day, like she said. His weather varies from time to time, sometimes, it snows in his world from how bad he feels, sometimes, it just rains.

So who is he to judge her if she said she's trying to live normally despite her depression?

He still has his doubts, but he can't do anything, so he just silenced it.

Y/N kicked the air, “So, about the date? Are you really going to let me ask you out twice, handsome man?”

Handsome m—? “Um, no?” He fisted the hands that were in his pockets. “No,” he said with more confidence this time.

“Cool. Your phone number?”

Bucky just gave her his phone, saving himself from trying to figure out how to save her number in this new technology.

She typed a couple times on the phone, and when she finished putting her number as he assumed, she gave it back to him. Bucky placed it back into his pockets, thanking her.

To his surprise, Y/N stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Bucky felt his face flush a little at that.

“Don't thank me,” she held his chin gently. “I'll be in touch for the date. See you again?” She let go of his chin, backing slowly.

“See you again.” He said.

She gave him a bright smile, it was so lovely on her face, and even winked at him. Then Y/N said her goodbyes to the cats she sat with, and Bucky watched her disappear.

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When Bucky got back to his apartment, he crashed on his bed immediately.

He couldn't stop thinking, his mind kept working. Thinking about the meeting between him and his soulmate, about how he acted awkwardly, how he wasn't charming at all.

How his former self could have acted, how he could have acted smoothly, making his other half giggle and blush a little, make her like him a little.

But he wasn't that person anymore.

Bucky always felt like he was three different individuals. The younger him, the Sargent, when he was the most close to normal.

And there's the Winter Soldier, the brainwashed assassin, the weapon.

He's gone, I'm not him anymore. I'm fine.

Was he though? Isn't that just a lie he tells himself in order to feel normal?

And lastly, there was him after he gained his memories back. The present version. He didn't know what kind of person he's supposed to be. If he wasn't the Sargent, and wasn't the assassin, then who's he?

Bucky kows how messed up he's.

He took out his phone, the screen flashing on his face was the only source of light in his apartment. It took him a lot of time to figure out how, but he blocked his soulmate's number and tried to forget about everything that happened.

He was a mess, a mess no one deserves to clean, or even try.

Bucky was fine alone, he lived most of his life alone and didn't need someone. His soulmate deserved better than him, she'll find love somewhere else.

Because being soulmates isn't destined, being soulmates doesn't mean happily-ever-after. There were a lot of people who didn't end up with their soulmates, and they found someone else, and they lived happily with them. She surely will find someone, and have a happy life.

Or that what Bucky hoped for, because in the end, finding happiness with only your soulmate isn't real, because if it was, why would he ever be someone's soulmate? He can't bring happiness to them.

That was he trying to convince himself before he fell asleep.

I'm not her destiny, he told himself, I'm not her happily-ever-after.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I'm so heavily anti-advertising that all pitches sound goofy silly to me/I can never take them seriously, so I have no idea how I'll manage to to advertise my game even if I do finally finish it soon-ish lol...

[neverendingford]

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[weekendwife]

currently watching a futile and stupid gesture and wow. joel mchale is doing so good as chevy that i actually have to pace around my room thinking about it

[orcelito]

Bought a stupid suit thing. Disgustang.

[lord-squiggletits]

"Rodimus is a better Prime because it didn't hurt for him to bond with the Matrix while for Optimus it did" headcanon/theory my beloathed.

One day I'm literally gonna snap and make a whole post addressing why what's wrong bc I'm tired of the inaccuracy and tired of ppl not understanding the Point TM of IDW and its version of the Matrix/Primacy and even more tired of people putting down Optimus in favor of Rodimus by essentially arguing that being unworthy means you deserve to be punished/put in pain bc you just weren't good enough to hold the Symbol of Ultimate Authority

[ghostcrows]

I got so excited by webcomic updates that my heart rate went up like 20 beats. At a beautiful 3 am no less

[todayisafridaynight]

it is real cute that when the ichigang meets arakawa Properly they all get super protective over ichi..

[running-in-the-dark]

today was exhausting - my friend was here for about 7 hours and I just. oh man I love her and all but it's just a lot sometimes. it's probably for the best that we only meet up like 2-4 times a year now (gives me enough time to forget how draining it is so I look forward to it, and recover afterwards)

I don't talk to anyone but my husband most days, and he doesn't really talk. so that's maybe 15 minutes total of talking. and today it was literally. 7 hours. no breaks except when we were eating (but no even then someone was always talking).

first of all ouch, it hurts (my voice is very hoarse now). and also. it's so so so draining. like. we really have nothing in common at this point. but she's my oldest friend and I do love her so it's tolerable... but just barely. these days there's way too much diet/food/weight loss talk, and also she seems to be getting into alternative medicine which I cannot fucking stand (it's one topic where I can't pretend or be nice about it either). lots and lots of very preachy vegan stuff too (I don't have any problems with it, I admire people who can do it, but fuck dude you know I eat meat and that I've said many times that I *can't* go vegan (I would starve. there's not enough foods that would be left. seriously.) and it feels pretty shitty to keep going on about it every damn time. I'm not sitting there trying to convince her that she should really be an atheist or something, because I know what her thoughts are about that and I respect it.

when she hangs out with her other friends a lot it's mostly just talking about all the issues that come from that (they fucking suck). I don't know, it kind of feels like I'm her therapist. when I talk about something I'm interested in she doesn't ask many questions and it kind of sucks. like, dude I don't care about your plants either, but I'm interested because you care, so. maybe try that too. would be nice!

[darewitchstr]

I just finished Reply 1988, and they did my man so dirty!!! I'm so mad! The show is really really good, great writing, TERRIBLE DECISION ABOUT THE ENDING COUPLE THOUGH, oh i was so mad, they did not even bother to give him a proper ending, they were like SIKE you don't get the girl so you have no story anymore. Main character the entire first 18 episodes and then the last two said fuck you lmaoooo

[goaskangel]

nanami really loving you on valentine's day!

cw : aggresive, perv nanami, groping, dry humping, breeding(?), alcohol mention, yummy asfff

word count : 1.8k

you may have gone overboard with the cleaning. your apartment doesn’t look lived in, more like an IKEA showroom. it’s not like nanami’s an inspector, he’s your boyfriend. new though, you’re not very close and it’s only been a couple of months but he was manly enough to ask you to be his valentine, how could you resist!

he’s just so perfect, you daydream while flattening the creases of the couch’s pillow. golden and groomed blonde hair, ironed suits, old fashioned manners. how his voice goes softer when he’s speaking to you, his strong teeth and subtle smile only coming out for you. it feels like you’ve won a national prize every time you break his calm and collected attitude and manage to make his pale complex warm up. you dimmed the living room since you planned a casual movie-night with him, hopefully not too casual for him. 

god knows he’ll show up in his signature suit and sit up-right while you play a stupid rom-com. that would be kind of nice. finally all alone, together, on a comfy couch. you could crawl onto his lap, tug on his tie, lick on his collared neck. kiss him like you mean it, no fear of the public. 

you squint at your suddenly changed thoughts and get up with a sigh, knowing him, he might not make a move. but he’s only a man…?

you wait for the door’s bell. when it comes, you give yourself a few seconds and fix your hair before walking to the door. you can’t make it seem like you’d been waiting, that’d be ridiculous. suddenly your thoughts of changing your clothes because it’s a bit too chilly pass your mind when you see him. like lava streams in your blood, you warm up to a casual nanami. a pretty man dressed in a gray sweatshirt that painfully compliments his skin showed up timely to spend time with his girlfriend on valentine’s, you could faint!

“hello. picked up flowers on the way, these are for you.” he tilts the bouquet, your favorite, towards you gently, grinning warmly, making his eyes squint. you swear you could eat his face. 

“thank you, thank you!” you’re handed the flowers as he steps closer to you, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as you take them, inhaling the floral aroma mixed with his peppery and woody cologne.

“i love them, but you didn’t have to, really.”

“it’s valentine’s day and the least i could do.” same soft smile on his lips. 

you smile, too hard, at his gesture and move to the side to let him in. he kicks off his shoes as you quickly close and lock the front door, placing the flowers on the kitchen counter. 

“it’s not too hot in here, i hope.” 

“it’s just fine,” he offhandedly observes the room, an appreciation for what you’ve done to the place. he tugs at his sleeves and rolls them up, revealing strong forearms. jesus christ. you snap out of your gaze and rush to sit at the couch, a thick blanket and a couple of fluffy pillows decorated the comfy space. rich chocolate and drinks already set at the coffee-table, and his favorite desserts from a bakery? you pat at the spot next to you and hold back a giggle when he sits next to you. his black pants spreading neatly over his thighs, your eyes carefully wandering to the seam of the zipper, your mouth pooling. 

“here, get comfy.” you toss the large pull-over on the both of you, taking in the sight of him, shuffling closer to you and warming up to the blanket around him. 

“quite a fine home you’ve got, it’s extremely cozy.” he throws an arm over you. 

“i try. it’s not usually this… tidy.”

“what? you’re trying to impress me?” he teases. 

“it’s your first time over, i wanna make you feel good an’ comfy.” 

“well, it’s working.” he smooths his hand over your hot cheek, the metal of his ringed index finger brushing over you.

you spend the remaining time opening chocolate and bakery boxes, feeding each other and occasionally kissing while a movie plays in the background. you hope for any move during the time he’s with you, any move at all. maybe a lingering kiss. it’s so distracting the way the shadows of the dark room and light source from the tv brighten his sharp features. you’re leaning into his warm chest as his fingers graze over your exposed thighs, sipping the wine you bought that he surprisingly, and thankfully, really enjoyed. 

another scene of the characters just talking and spilling lore, he sets the half-full glass down and focuses on you. eyes on the screen but his palm has splayed to soothe and grope over your thigh. he notices your obedience, spreading your legs just by the tiniest bit. his slips his hand into your inner thigh and that’s where you roll your body slowly. 

his eyes are now on you, and your bodies mingled under the sheet as you watch the movie. mmm, thank god you wore thin shorts and a random t-shirt. you feel as his fingers graze over your thinly covered cunt, tips coming down to rub your clit. your gaze stays straight but you don’t focus, you’re unable too.

“c’mere,” nanami fixes your slouched posture so you sit with your back on his chest, your legs open and pliable for him to touch and grope at your body. 

“kento.” you mumble, dazed, when his hand slides underneath your damp panties to tease at your folds. 

“mhm, you’re so beautiful.” he sniffs at your hair as his other hand grips under your bra to hold and fondle your breast. the wine was really getting to you both. a sudden pulse at your lower back as he grinds gently into you, how tight had his pants gotten? 

finally, finally, he got his hands on you. even under a blanket, you look down to watch the fabric move in waves as he rubbed your most sensitive parts, the alcohol heightening your senses. skilled hands pacing gentle but greedy circles on your buds as you gripped the remote. you appreciate his sexual activity, it’s just so much more aggressive than you thought he ever could be. his sweet words and gestures all hid his intrusive and perverse actions.

“god, i need to feel you.” he highlights his eagerness with an extra squeeze. you pathetically push the blanket off the couch and with trembling hands, you move yourself to face him. he lays himself down as you sit on his lap. you moan quietly when you feel him against your soiled shorts, bucking your hips down to get more of the twitching sensation below his belt. humping the fat chub under his pants, you craved it more than anything.

“uh-huh, that’s good. baby, you’re so good to me. that’s it.” his hands hold a bruising grip on your hips as you grind slowly but firmly on his hard cock. 

“couldn’t stop thinking about this,” he groans when you rub your fat cunt directly on his tip, “this pretty body on mine, you’re so fucking hard to resist.” his cursing going right to your achy clit. you hop off and watch him violently take his belt off, switching your spots and filling the void between your legs with his hips. pulling his sweater off and tossing it as you do the same with your top. his pale skin so handsome and soft with his softer muscles and a layer of fat on his stomach from eating all his favorite breads. so sexy, you wrap your legs around his waist. you shake your head at the condom he pulls out from his pocket. 

“needa feel you, your cock in me, please. don’t want anything between us, kento, please please. it’s valentine’s, let me do this for you.” 

“perfect girl, you’re gonna kill me.” but he complies, gladly tossing the latex and pulling the confinements of his cock down. you whine at his contents. big and hard, the first time you’ve seen this part of him. you love it, he hasn’t even fucked you and you already love it, love him. 

you nod aggressively when he lines his chubby, weeping tip against your soppy pussy. letting it catch a few times as he rocks back and forth, the moves of his sexy hips making you throb. he fulfills his own fantasies of his raw cock on his beautiful girl’s wet cunt whilst she begs for him to fill her up and make her his. 

“you want it, sweetheart?”

“more than anything, yes yes yes.” 

“no protection, nothing protecting you? you sure, love? it’s risky.”

“don’t care. i’ll have your babies if you want to, if i have to – jus’ give it to me.” 

“mmm, babies, huh… you sure that’s not the wine talking?” sick, even if it wasn’t the lust from being slightly tipsy, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop himself.

you could cry with all the teasing he’s doing but you lose your breath when he pushes himself into your perfect, tight cunt. all his. he takes your limp and delicate upper frame to his advantage and undoes your bra. nanami rolls himself deeper into you as he watches your pretty tits bounce with every move. 

“so good, ken, thank you..!” as he presses himself into the depths of your cunt. you're unbelievably tight and so warm when he bottoms out as far as he can without really breaking you in. 

he’s slow, eager and certainly not collected as he usually is but he takes his time to fuck you. you’re so drunk on lust and sex that you just agree to whatever he says. his pretty girl wants to be all his? have his kids? marry him and be taken care of and fucked so good daily? you nod and babble to all of it. as he speeds up, his sloppy kisses and skilled tongue on your nipples slow and he concentrates on making you both come. the movie ended a while ago and the rooms filled with groans and moans, sloppy and slippery squelches and slaps. 

his kisses his thumb wet and massages little circles into your sensitive clit. you writhe at not only the delicious friction but how you tighten up again around his cock, stretching you out all over again. 

“close, i’m close. keep fucking me, kento, yes, mhm. yesyesyes..” you jump at the overwhelming, intense orgasm and milk out every single ribbon of creamy cum into you. growling and furrowing his dark brows as he creams directly at your cervix. 

“good, good girl.” he snaps through his teeth as he finishes inside you. smoothing his hand over your pelvis and under your naval. gasping and panting as you both collect yourselves. he sinks down to rub his sweating face into your neck, kissing you gently again as you pull and stroke his blonde locks. ending such a day with all his love! <3

happy valentine's day you FREAKS

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[fierykitten2]

Pokémon fans don’t understand that “event-exclusive” means that Wake and Leaves can’t (and shouldn’t be at least until the next time they appear in a game that isn’t SV) be found in the game outside events part 8000000000000000

[talaok]

Giving up

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Coaxing your neighbor into having sex with you although he's unsure since he's much, much older than you

Warnings: big ass unspecified age-gap, Jackson!Joel is a softie Smut| unprotected piv, crempie, insicure!joel, sub!joel, also my man has trouble lasting cause he's not done this in a very long time.

a/n:i needed to write some cheesy romantic stuff, and maybe it doesn't really make all that sense in this story and maybe i cried while writing this cause no one is ever gonna love me like this but so what bitch leave me alone (i also am i lil tipsy as i proofread this, so ignore any mistakes pls)

Part 1

"did you do something to your hair?"

Tommy was standing on Joel's doorstep, looking at him as if he were an alien.

"I washed 'em" he grumbled, "what do you want?"

His brother couldn't help but huff out a laugh

"someone's in a good mood today"

"I've gotta be somewhere, just tell me what you want"

Tommy's interest was only piqued more.

there stood his brother, his clothes perfectly clean- maybe even ironed- his hair... styled, his beard trimmed...

something was definitely going on.

"Where are you going?"

Joel rolled his eyes now, shooting his little brother a death glare

"none of your business"

Oh he knew what was going on...

"Who is she?"

"Tommy-"

"Is it Jessica? I bet 's Jessica, she's always flirting with you you ol' dog-"

Joel swore he was gonna punch him- he was already running late because of how long he took to pick his clothes- finding a flannel that wasn't completely worn out turned out to be real fucking hard.

He felt stupid for how much effort he'd put into getting ready, he felt stupid for how anxious he was, but most of all... he wanted his brother to go away.

"There ain't no one, Tommy- now, if there ain't anything you need, please go-"

But just then- just when he was finally going to get rid of him, your sweet, soft voice made its way to his ears.

"Hi Joel! Hi Tommy!" You smiled from your porch, waving your hand at him and his brother "You didn't forget about today, did you Joel?"

What in the actual fuck?

Tommy did a double-check, looking between you and his brother, and when he finally confirmed that it was actually him you were talking to, you whom he'd gotten all dolled up for, he couldn't do anything but let out a slow, long breath.

"No I didn't- I'll be there in a minute, darlin'!" Joel was answering you as his brother regained his ability to speak

"well... Fuck. Me" he was in awe, his voice barely a murmur

"it ain't like that" Joel was quick to intervene "'m just fix-"

"'m sure it ain't" Tommy let out a chuckle, his hand going to pat his brother's back "You fucking lucky bastard"

"Tommy I know she's young bu-"

"shut up man" he laughed "Just go have fun, you asshole"

__ __

"Sorry 'm late, Tommy was just-"

You smiled at his words, shaking your head

"It's ok, Joel" you cooed as you let him in,

He gave you a soft little smile, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Joel Miller didn't smile just at anyone.

"water?" you asked, leading him to the kitchen.

"Uhm- sure"

His heart was damn near beating out of his chest already- for no fucking reason at all.

Well except the obvious one... you'd sucked his dick and he'd eaten you out three days ago- and you'd made it clear you wanted more.

Jesus Christ, he felt like a fourteen-year-old with his first crush.

You watched him as he sipped on the glass.

"So?" a soft smirk was caged between your teeth "Did you think about it?"

He damn near choked.

Which didn't make any sense, he was expecting this, he already knew you'd ask.

He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes from you "I-I have"

"And?"

You'd gotten closer, your expectant eyes studying every inch of his face

pleasepleasepleaseplease say yes

"Did- didn't you have something that needed fixing?"

Oh for fuck's sake

"joel" you called for him in what almost sounded like a plead.

"darlin' just... lemme fix your cabinet first"

This man was gonna be the goddamn death of you.

"ok"

__ __ __

As it turns out, in many different ways.

Who knew watching him fix something would turn out to be so fucking hot?

He'd rolled his shirt up so that his strong forearms and a glimpse of his beautiful bite-worthy biceps were showing, his hands moved so very expertly that they couldn't help but bring back memories of what those same fingers had done to you just a few days ago, and his face... he looked so hot when he was all in his head, concentrated only on the task before him-

or so you thought.

"You're gonna stare at me the whole time?"

A soft laugh escaped your lips

"don't mind me- just enjoying the view"

He huffed out a laugh as he went back to work, but you couldn't help but notice the fact he pushed his sleeves ever further up his arms, giving you more of a view of his delectable skin.

What a tease

__ __ __

"there we go" he said after some time, opening and closing the cabinet one final time to make sure "all done"

For the record, this time you hadn't even done it on purpose, the cabinet had actually broken. It was like fate was sending you a message.

You awakened from your daydreams as he stood up to his full height, and hopped off the stool you were sitting on to walk closer to him, noticing some dampness in your panties while doing so...

It wasn't your fault... he was the one looking way too hot doing such a simple task.

"thank you" You smiled up at him, your hands going to his chest,

He held his breath for a moment

"'s nothing babygirl"

"yeah? then... you think you could check my bedroom too?" you were biting your lip in a way that made your question take on a whole different meaning "to make sure nothing needs fixing y'know?"

"In your... bedroom?"

"yes, Joel- please" you added, with your best innocent doe eyes.

Which of course made him fold in a matter of seconds.

You'd taken on a different tactic. It was obvious at this point that the man was too shy and too unsure to give you an answer (or the one you wanted to hear anyway), which is why you needed to present him with the actual possibility right in front of him.

And yeah maybe it was manipulative, but fuck it if you didn't wanna feel the man inside of you.

The flashbacks of what he did to you on that bed filled his mind the moment he stepped into the room.

He needed to get a grip or he wouldn't be able to hide his growing bulge in a minute.

"Everything seems right"

"yeah? 'm not sure about the bed" you hummed, desperately hoping he would just go along with it "it makes a weird sound when I get on it"

He turned to you then, his eyes locking with yours for an infinite second.

"try" you said finally, nodding to the bed.

He watched you for a moment longer before, surprising you, he did it- he sat on the bed.

The mattress creaked underneath his weight, and you made quick work of strolling closer to him as he pressed his palms on the bed, checking for the inexistent "weird sound"

"it don't look like there's anythin' wron-" he looked up the moment your hands found his shoulders "Whatcha doin'? sweethear-"

You were sat on his lap before he could even finish the sentence.

"Joel" you spoke his name softly, as if it were a caress, your hands slowly moving up and down from his shoulders to his pecs, as you finally scooted closer to him so your core was right against the hardness in his jeans-

He inhaled sharply, his fingers curling on the bed.

"would you like to have sex with me or not?"

You accentuated your words with a slow roll of your hips, grinding onto him and making a soft groan build inside his throat

"this- this ain't really fair sugar"

A smirk pulled at your lips as you lowered your head to whisper in his ear "I never said I didn't play dirty, Mr. Miller"

Your right hand trailed lower, moving down his belly so slowly that Joel thought he might just lose his mind.

"You're y-young baby-"

Your hand had found his crotch, the outline of his dick fitting in your hand oh so perfectly.

"we've gone over this already Joel, I'm old enough" you purred, your lips leaving a peck just below his ear "old enough to do many many things"

He cursed under his breath

"I just... I don't understand"

A breathy laugh escaped you

"there's not much to understand really" you murmured "You're hot, and I like you, and I wanna get in your pants"

That earned you a chuckle

"and you're sure you won't regret this?" he asked, "you sure this is what you really want- that- that you don't want to give a boy your age a chance instead of me?"

You smiled as you looked up at him,

you'd never met a man so sweet

"Joel, I promise you I'm sure" you whispered "I promise you this is what I want, you are what I want"

Fucking damn it

How could he ever say no after that?

With those gentle eyes of yours looking at him, with your hand right over his cock...

"So?"

He was gonna think about the consequences tomorrow. Now- now there was only you.

"yes"

That single word sounded better than any song you'd ever heard.

yes

Your lips were on his before he could even think of changing his mind- and god did they feel like a dream.

His soft stubble grazed against your cheeks and upper lip, as you deepened the kiss, as he opened up to you, closing his eyes only after he'd taken you in, only after he could admire all that was happening to him for some godforsaken reason.

A growl rumbled from his chest when your core found his dick again, grinding onto it in a way, that combined with the way your tongue was tasting every inch of him, was making him see stars.

He didn't think he'd kissed like this in 30 years,

making out seemed like such a distant thing from him, he was much too old to do something like this, and yet... everything about you made him feel like a teenager all over again, so perhaps it was fitting-

and god he had forgotten how amazing it felt.

You started undoing his flannen, not even dreaming of breaking the kiss, and once you opened his shirt up, once his big strong chest was right there before you, you just had to look at it.

You leaned away, his lips chasing yours making you smile as your gaze lowered.

Jesus, he was the hottest man you'd ever seen.

Some hair and freckles adorned his pecs, his little belly was ever so cutely fighting against his jeans- his skin was soft beneath your palms as they explored every inch they could reach.

He was looking at you, watching your blow-out eyes, wondering what potion you'd drank to be this mesmerized by what he had to offer.

You smiled once you caught him, leaning closer to leave a quick kiss on his lips.

"take off your clothes"

You got off of him, and once he saw you get rid of your shirt, your boobs pushed together by a simple black bra that somehow, at the moment, seemed like the sexiest thing in the world, he rushed to follow suit, nearly tripping getting off his pants.

The moment he looked at you again, the world- the universe, it all went quiet.

You stood naked before him, a soft, perfect little thing, looking like a damn dream.

"babygirl" he could only breathe as you reached him again.

"What?" you laughed

"I-I don't even know"

You shook your head, grinning from ear to ear as he pressed his mouth on yours again.

He was already addicted.

In a haze, you found yourself on the bed, your body caged beneath his, his tongue fighting with yours, his hands all over- You almost had the urge to laugh at how desperate he seemed, how frantically he was touching every inch of you, exploring every piece of skin-

His hands were on your tits, fingers gently playing with your nipples, then on your belly, your waist, your ass, your thighs, until finally, he found your core, but before he had the time to fully reach it you'd switched up with him, straddling his lap as he laid flat on his back... only he couldn't keep away for even a second and he immediately sat up, grabbing your waist.

He couldn't even begin to complain that you'd already grabbed his cock, positioning it at your entrance.

You couldn't wait anymore- you needed him now.

"Wait-" he murmured, his breathing labored already "you sure you're... y'know ready?"

Oh my god, you swore you were gonna fall for him if he kept this shit up.

"Joel" you smiled, looking into his big brown eyes "I've been wet since you fixed the cabinet"

"I-" he blushed "You-you sure?"

You didn't answer him, you simply took one of his hands in yours and guided him to feel just how much you were telling the truth.

"Fuck"

"yeah" you smirked "that's just what you do to me, Mr. Miller"

Jesus fuck

Joel didn't think his cock had ever been so hard.

You didn't give him time to do or say anything- he'd gathered that's how you did things by now- as you slowly, oh so very slowly, started sinking onto him.

He was big, the kind of big you'd be feeling tomorrow morning. The stretch hurt just right, so overwhelmed by the unadulterated pleasure that it was barely there.

Soft little moaned gasps spilled from your lips with every inch added, your eyes were closed, only focusing on the extraordinary feeling as your nails clawed at Joel's chest.

Until, finally- you'd done it. You were fully sat on his cock, and while your eyelids fluttered open, you regained your ability to hear- to hear the curses leaving Joel's mouth between ragged breaths

"Jesus Christ- Jesus fucking Christ- Goddamnit"

His grip on your waist was so tight you were sure it was gonna leave a bruise... not that you were complaining.

"you ok?"

His eyes were shut close and creases of effort filled his forehead, while his chest went up and down as he desperately tried to breathe.

"Joel?"

He swallowed tightly, now breathing in through his nose before exhaling from his mouth.

"d-don't move"

You smiled as you promised "I won't"

God this was fucking embarrassing.

He'd spent three days training.

And yes he wasn't sure he would have said yes, but still, better safe than sorry- except for the fact it clearly hadn't worked.

He had spent three days fucking his own fist and trying to last as much as possible and he did do progress... but this... this was fucking nothing like what he'd felt in the last twenty years.

He was so fucked

"I-I'm sorry" he gritted out, sounding almost defeated "I- I haven't done this in a long time darlin'"

"And you... you feel so fuckin' good- fuck"

Your walls had inadvertently squeezed around him at his words, making a groan rumble in his chest.

"You have nothing to apologize for Joel"

he would have told you that your voice was making everything worse if he weren't so preoccupied with trying to calm his dick down.

"take all the time you need"

And so he did, his eyes remained closed as he breathed through the initial shock, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was back.

He had to stifle a moan once he opened his eyes back up.

There you were, your beautiful eyes trained on his with such gentleness and care that it made where his gaze fell to feel even more sinful.

Your boobs were barely touching his chest, and yet they could have been in his face for the effect they had on him- his hands were on your waist, holding onto your soft flesh, your thighs were straddling his lap, giving him no choice but to finally look between your bodies, where you two connected.

"Darlin'" he murmured, hypnotized

You smiled, watching him admiring you in silence

"You look..."

Every word that came to mind wasn't enough, you were otherwordly, you were perfection... so he just settled on the simplest, and perhaps truest of them all.

"you're beautiful"

Your cheeks burned with heat as his gaze came back to yours.

"so are you, Joel"

And that was that.

His lips found yours again, and you couldn't stop your hips as they started moving, rocking back and forth and bringing little waves of ecstasy to your core.

A desperate moan spilled from yours to Joel's mouth as he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you into an even deeper kiss as he started following your movements.

Your hands went to the back of his neck, grabbing at the hair at the nape of it as you finally started bouncing on his dick, and god- god it was even better than you could have ever imagined

The loudest growl sounded from his throat as you worked yourself up and down on his shaft.

He was in another universe, his actions were only reflexes as the hand not tangled in your hair found your tits and then your ass, grabbing at it with tenderness and need.

"Oh Joel" you cried, his dick filling you up better than anything ever before.

You could quite literally feel him in your stomach, every little vein and ridge of skin creating a permanent dent inside of you that only he was ever gonna be able to fill.

"sweetheart- fuck" he groaned on his own, your breaths mixing as you ghosted each other's mouths, his eyes raking over your body and face, while yours couldn't help but roll to the back of your head as his manhood hit a particularly good spot.

"You feel so- good Joel" you whimpered mindlessly, now quickening your pace, desperation taking over you completely.

the sound of him entering your drenched core mixed with the bed creaking underneath you as you drove yourself closer and closer to heaven.

The sound of his name falling from your lips was something that filled Joel's chest with an indescribable feeling, he felt on top of the word, and at the same time... at the same time he wished it had never left your mouth because it was now forever imprinted in his brain, and he knew nothing was ever gonna compare to it.

Oh and also- also it was making his little lasting problem real fucking hard to control.

But he was nothing if not a gentleman,

You were gonna come, he wasn't gonna have it any other way.

His hand lowered down your belly as you kept chasing your release, looking like a damn glimpse of paradise, until his thumb found your clit.

"Oh fuck" you moaned, your eyes snapping open to look at him- a dark glaze of lust shading your iris.

Joel realized too late that he hadn't taken into account how fucking tight you'd get, and was now really paying the consequences.

Plus when you looked at him like that... maybe just this one time he could not be a gentleman- I mean it's not like he had much choice, he was trying his hardest but- shit

"darlin'" he mumbled, his thumb circling your bud "w-where do ya- where do ya want it?"

You moaned louder just at the thought of him coming

"Inside"

It wasn't even a question

"N-no sweetheart I-I shouldn-"

"Joel" you interrupted him, your lips grazing his as you talked, your grip on his hair tightening "I want you to fill me up until I can feel you leaking out of me for days"

Good Christ and heaven

"Fuck me" he cursed, all his strength going on not coming right there and then "Darlin' please- tell me you're close"

You were already seeing stars as he spoke

"I'm close, baby- oh fuck" you cried "Joel!"

A tsunami of lust-filled pleasure coursed through your veins as your orgasm hit like a damn truck.

You couldn't even remember your name as you screamed his own into the thick air, as you moaned and cried and spasmed around him, feeling him do exactly what you'd asked- filling you up to the very brim.

He'd started coming the moment you did- he couldn't do anything about it, it was just unadulterated perfection-

His head fell between your neck and shoulders as groaned like a man possessed,

until finally, after a good three minutes, you were both back to the land of the living.

He looked twenty years younger when he looked at you again, and you- you looked like the most beautiful woman on earth.

A soft smile pulled at your lips, and you couldn't help but ask "How long before we can do it again?"

And fuck him, but his age didn't matter, with those eyes of yours, it might very well be minutes.

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