#its actin stupid

[bakedbeanz]

this shit came to me in a Vision @lelelego i hope u dont mind that I used Eli, I like him vry vry much hes sillay :]

[pastellmochi]

non paralive moots im begging yuo listen to my wife singing

[angelicblondie]

fwb!rafe x meanprincess!reader

you knew you werent allowed to be jealous - that wasnt fair, and it certainly wasnt part of rafe and yours agreement.

and you knew it wasnt rational - you didnt even know why you were jealous. it wasnt like you had feelings for rafe, he was you best friend. so the two of you had fun every now and then and hooked up, he was still only just your best friend. in fact. he was really just looking out for you, making sure that you were getting the pleasure you deserved, that no one but him could give you. it was a solid arrangement, and you wouldnt change it anyways.

so what if you wanted to hold on a little tighter after he pleased you? so what if you liked it when he stayed later to watch a movie? so what if you liked it when he bought you things? these were normal things that best friends did, or at least thats what rafe told you.

but you were mad right now, and all you wanted to do was leave this stupid party rafe dragged you to.

rafe had left you alone for just a few minutes with his friends, and you didn't mind at all, enjoying the company of the two boys quite a lot. top and kelce were like brothers to you after all these years, and you thought they were the funniest boys in the obx. you were having fun, but then you turned you head to the drinks table where rafe was, surround by a literal swarm of girls. and the worst part, was he looked like he was enjoying it. you huffed with a narrow of you brows and turned your attention away from the scene, not wanting rafe to catch you looking.

you mind ran wild. what was he doing? why was he enjoying all that attention when you gave him all of yours and then some? were you not good enough for him?

you decided to play it cool, continuing your conversation with the other boys. eventually rafe came back, sitting right next to you as he was before, and handing you a drink. feeling petty, you look at the drink and scrunch your nose up, then shake your head, turning back to top and kelce. rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes, and set your drink on the table in front of him, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back against the couch, his arm resting on the cushion behind you.

you pretty much ignored rafe the whole rest of the night, and you could feel him growing frustrated beside you. rafe cleared his throat before speaking. "I've gotta take this one home, boys, curfew."

you narrow you eyes and open your mouth to oppose, but rafe sends you a withering stare and you decide against it, saying your goodbyes as rafe drags you out.

he huffs, bending down with his hands on your biceps, his expression hardened. "ok, what the fuck was that all about?"

you eyes narrow. "nothing."

he scoffs. "bull shit. why'r you actin like a brat?"

the annoyed pout on you face spoke for itself. "nothing, its just that if you wanna fuck other girls, thats fine, but i'd rather you tell me so I could get checked for whatever weird shit they're carrying around".

rafe face lights in realization and he drops his hands from your arms, running them down his face with an amused smile, shaking his head in subtle laugher.

you pout, spurred on by his sudden amusement. "what?" you snap.

he finishes his laughter, crossing his arms. "no, nothin, its just - I just get it now. i get your lil problem."

you cross your arms, mirroring him. "do you?" you ask sassily.

he chuckles, walking right in front of you, leaning down to be face to face. "sweetie, if you were feelin a lil territorial, just say that," he says, his voice quiet and cocky. his hands traveled to your waist, giving it a good squeeze.

you feel more enraged and you scoff, pushing him away (though he barely budges). "get the fuck over yourself, rafe, god!" you exclaim.

rafe grabs your wrist in a tight grip, the smile disappearing from his face. "hey, no no no. none'a that. was tryin t'be nice but guess thats out of the books, huh princess?" you pout at his condescending tone but don't speak, knowing it would only dig you in a deeper hole.

"y'know that I wasn't gunna fuck any of those girls. we were j'talkin," he explains, his voice coming across level, almost as if he was trying to dumb down his tone.

at his words, you roll your eyes, which causes rafe to tug harder on your wrists. "hey, stop," he scolds sternly. "m'not fuckin anyone else, hear me? so stop being such a little brat about it. god, makes me wonder why I fuckin put up with you."

his words trigger a pout, and you tug again at your wrist, trying to free them. "quit it, rafe, i hear you."

"nuh-uh, dont think y'hearin me," he responds, his features softening up the slightest, "how bout this, huh? i take you back to tannyhill, make y'feel real good, and then you know for sure that m'not fuckin with anyone else? how does that sound baby?"

you werent sure if it was the suggestion, or the way he called you baby that made you agree, but all you knew is that you ended the night with rafe, feeling much more confident that he wasnt, and wouldnt, fuck any other girl in the obx but you.

[laiiaaa]

Carmy with a stressed cranky gf getting her degree and he’s just so good to her ughhhhhhh (so self-indulgent)

“Carmen, could you—could you just, fuckin’—…watch where you’re going?”

He freezes where he took a misstep, leaving your laptop’s charger dangling near the floor after accidentally unplugging it. A simple little thing, a dumb mistake made while caught up in something else mentally. A matter of a charger extended beyond its comfortable reach. It’d be fixed in seconds, but you weren’t having it.

A confused look washes over him. “I-I’m sorry, baby—” He knows you’re in one of those moods—he always knows—and lowers to pick up the cord. “Lemme plug it back in for you—”

“Or you could just not walk right into it,” you snap, fingers tapping away at your keyboard, face illuminated in a blueish hue from the screen.

“Hey.” He perks right back up after fixing the charger, but you don’t look back at him. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t start that w’me, c’mon.” He comes a little closer, perched at the end of the couch right beside you. “You’re in a mood.”

“I’m not.” You definitely are.

“Baby.” Instinctively, his hand comes to rub your shoulder, his thumb presses just a little firmer along the crook of your neck. “Take a break for the night.”

“I need to finish up with this—”

“‘M not asking.” He gives you that look, with his hands extended to silently demand you hand over your computer. “It’s a Friday night. C’mon.”

You pout, and you huff, and you give him those eyes that tell him you don’t want to, but you save your document and hand it over anyway, quickly curling into the end of the couch and not making a move when he sits next to you.

“You mad at me?” he asks, looping his arm over your shoulder, a little hurt when you don’t melt into his touch like you usually do.

You keep your eyes glued to the wall, not paying him any mind. “No.”

“Then why’re you always workin’, huh?” He squeezes you a little tighter, bringing you deeper into his embrace as he cups your jaw—with those firm, strong hands of his that somehow always have you pliant—and turns you to look up at him. “Every time I come home you’re on the computer with that look on your face.”

“I don’t have a look.”

Smiling, he presses his lips to your forehead. “Yeah you do.” Then to the furrow in your brow. “But it’s cute.”

He scatters slow, gentle kisses across your face, from your temples, to your cheeks, to your jaw, until he finds your lips and takes them carefully, relishing in your act of apology when your hands circle around his forearms and kiss him a little deeper. And slowly, he feels the tenseness in your body begin to dissipate, feels you turn into him more.

Pulling away, still intent on figuring out your rut, he rests his forehead to yours. “Talk to me, baby. What’s got you actin’ all mean, hm?” His hands hold you close, and his thumbs graze your cheekbones. “Somethin’ I do you wanna talk about?”

“No—”

“No?” He’d be lying if he said a wave of relief washed over him. “What’s goin’ on then?”

“I’m—it’s just that—…” You sigh.

He waits patiently, knowing that by now he’s cracking open that shell. “‘S alright, hon, we can work it out.”

“Carmen, I just—” And your lip quivers, and your throat gets sore, and your vision gets bleary from tears emerging. “I have so much to do, and—…”

“For school?”

You nod against him. “It’s just—I get behind on one thing, and then there’s five other things I need to do, and I try to get ahead but then I don’t sleep, and—I-I’m just stressed, is all.”

“I know.” He coos gently at you and thumbs away your tears. “I know, ‘n you’ve been workin’ so hard, baby.”

“Well I’m still not getting anywhere.” Your throat tightens, and tears keep falling, and you feel your resolve crumbling, the last of your strength dissolving now that Carmen’s handling you so gently. “And I just feel so stupid all the time—”

“Uh-uh,” he nudges his nose against yours, “You don’t get to say that, you’re the smartest person I know.”

He pulls you away carefully, just to look you in the eye—and his gut wrenches, seeing you like this, all pouty and wet with tears, your lips salty when he kisses them slowly to mellow the racing of your heart.

With a calm hand he urges your head to rest against his chest, his lips lending a kiss to your temple. “So fuckin’ smart ‘n you don’t even know it.” Naturally, the rest of you follows, with his arms keeping you close, one wrapped around your waist to hold you tight as the other hand rests with on the back of your neck to soothe you, scratching gently at the nape of it. “Always blowin’ me away, baby, you’re so smart. So hardworkin’, too—”

“But Carm—” Your sobs choke you up then, and there’s a throb in your forehead that has you almost begging for sleep.

“Shhh, what is it?” His hand smooths up and down your back, his voice becomes gentler than ever. “Take a breath, c’mon, take a deep breath.”

You push yourself away from his chest, seeing the tears staining his white tee before you look up at him. “I’m sorry, Bear. All the stress, it’s—I’ve been so mean to you lately—” you don’t even process the vigorous shake of his head— “I’m sorry, Bear—”

“Hey, hey, baby, stop—” He wipes tears from your eyes before they get the chance to spill onto your cheeks. “Stop with that, would ya?” Another kiss to your forehead has you melting. “You’re okay. We’re okay.” Another kiss, slower, to your sob-bitten lips, like he wants you to taste his forgiveness.

“But I was mean to you, and I’m sorry—”

His chest physically aches because he knows there’s only so much he can do for you. “I know,” he tells you, “I know, baby, I got you. It’s okay.”

“I promise don’t mean it, Carmen—”

“Yeah, I know that, hon.” Pulling you tight to his chest again, his strong arms wrap around you fully, and he presses kisses to the skin where he’s nuzzled into your neck. “You’re workin’ yourself to the bone, y’know that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, just happy to be held, to be swallowed whole by his warmth.

“You promise to rest up from now on?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? Not even listenin’, huh?”

“Mhm.” You burrow into him just a little deeper, eyes slipping shut.

He scoffs, but it’s full of love. “It’s gettin’ late now.” He shuffles you closer to him with little effort, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to encourage them around his hips. “Let’s get you t’bed, hm? C’mon—” he hoists you to his hip with a subtle grunt— “Up you go, baby, that’s it—”

And in the brief minute or two it takes for him to turn out the lights in your shared apartment, and the twenty-some paces to the bedroom, you’re lulled off to sleep in his embrace, stoking that fire in his chest that keeps him going—because knowing you feel safe with him, secure with him, is all he really needs.

[eph3merall]

hateful words and harsh jabs replay in your head, tears burning behind your eyelids as you stare at chris. his back is to you, shuffling things around on a cluttered desk of crinkled bills, jewelry, papers, and drug products. you don't really understand what went wrong, why he'd suddenly want to break the little thing you two have off. chris knows you don't really have anyone else right now, falling off with all of your friends after they found out your drug addiction was slowly creeping in again.

it was tough on you specifically, chris probably couldn't give a fuck. it's not like his daily life changed much, as grunted quietly when he was unable to retrieve the lighter he always keeps on his desk. furrowing in his jeans pockets, his eyes stray towards you standing there, dumbfounded, like some stone statue. he can't help but think you're pathetic, and he was unsure why he even startes this whole thing with you in the first place.

the click of the lighter chris obtains in his pocket is something he finds comfort in, the sound being one he's heard multiple times before that he could continue click, click, clicking and it wouldn't ever annoy him. he's tried telling himself that you don't mean to be annoying, that you don't mean to be overbearing and that shit's happened to you as much as himself.

but maybe his brain was all fucked up as he takes a drag of the lit blunt in his hand, stalking towards the window of his room to place two hands on a part of it and lift up—a gust of cold air hitting him directly and making the smell of weed just that little lighter. you've finally picked the pieces of your heart up from the floor, pressing at your eyes tightly to ward off the tears. chris never really did enjoy when you cried.

he wants you to leave. get out of his room, out of the frat house where the other guys will most definitely eye you weirdly as you walk out. turning to his desk, he makes himself busy. he doesn't care, why would he? his friends have been buzzing at him for the longest time for hooking up with someone like you, making stupid jokes and jabs about marriage and stupid shit like that. so he finally did something about it.

—

“you're so annoying, y'know? fuckin', talkin' my ear off one second n'then whining when i dont respond. not like you're givin' me the chance to, anyways.”

“and dont get me started on when 'i hurt your feelings'. jeesus, actin' like you crying like some baby wont piss me off. dont be fuckin' stupid, kid, use that brain of yours.”

“gullible as shit too, y'know? what, you didnt think i actually liked you. oh, thats funny, baby. make more of those jokes n'maybe ill laugh next time. god, you didnt ever think i was just usin' you? takin' advantage of havin' some pretty pussy practically under my arm and extra money for my products. fuck, you're stupid.”

“oh, alright, cry jus' like y'did last time, see if i give a shit this time.”

you try to forget everything chris said to you and more, sitting in your room in some old zip up chris left over at your place. it reeks of weed and something thats just so him, it makes you feel sick. your cheeks itch and lips go dry the longer you sob, hating the silence whenever you go slightly quiet. its like a taunt, youre alone now, for good. you wont ever get those friends back unless you fix yourself the fuck up.

you're a mess, blubbering sobs filling the silence and wracking your body. shuddering breaths in and out, constantly repeating to yourself to breathe and to focus on anything you can currently feel or hear. your vision is far too blurry from tears to see anything clearly, nose also clogged and preventing a good sense of smell. the fur of your blanket, running steps outside your room at one point accimpanied by laughter and voices. the cold metal of the zipper and interlocking teeth of chris' zip up sends a shock to your skin in some way, the smell of weed clinging to the fabric and breaking through the barrier your nose had. you wish you didn't smell it, only ending in thoughts of chris and making you cry some more.

the next few weeks are uneventful. nothing particular happens to you or chris, besides one of your friends' birthdays—kira. you took it upon yourself to text her a little message even after she dropped you, harshly telling you to 'get yourself together' if you wanted to be friends again. the text sent, it got read, and stayed that way. you don't exactly blame her, but your heart only dropped more in despair. because a little, innocent part of you truly thought she'd say thank you, or hope you're doing well, or at least text back.

a lot of the hours of the past few weeks consisted of naps and school work, finally deciding to try and raise some of your current failing grades since there wasn't anything better to do. it was hard to focus on anything with music playing, but it was even harder to write or register a single word when it was silent.

somehow, you end up at the frat house again. shivers overtake your body as you step inside, loud music and shoving bodies hitting you like tons of bricks. your eyes scope the familiar area, searching for a certain someone with brown tufts of hair peeking out from under a cap. when you dont see him, you start working through the throng of people to tread upstairs.

your feet gradually step lighter each step up, the floor eventually thinning out as you turn to the room you've knocked on so many times before. you probably look a mess, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you impatiently wait. a frat brother you recognize is romping up the stairs to shove into the bathroom, giving you a surprised, weirded look when he spots you.

soon, the door in front of you cracks open. chris blinks at you mumble a little 'hi' under your breath. when you get no reply, panic creeps in and you take a few steps forward and throw your arms around his shoulders, tugging yourself towards him. chris stumbles and grunts, hands bracing your shoulders and already trying to shove your body away from his own. the familiar smell of your shampoo isn't helping at all, hating how persistent you are today.

"alright, kid, y'can let go now," after chris is shuffling inside his room and shutting the door behind you. your arms loosen and slip from his body, casting a glance to the floor. you knew you'd be back, deep down, you know you don't have it in you to stay away. even as a child, you'd always ask that popular kid to be friends even after she'd humiliated you too many times to count on both hands.

"i know its my fault. sorry. for bein' annoying. tried workin' on it, and i think im better. and, and i stopped smoking, kinda. its no longer everyday, and i got classwork done, for once. are you proud of me? i worked on controlling my emotions too, so, so i don't think ill cry that easy anymore—" that was a lie. you'd started panicking the second you stepped foot inside chris' room, your mouth speaking on its own and vomiting out words that sound weird to your ears .your voice picks up speed when chris doesn't respond, only stopping when you realize he isn't listening.

and chris says nothing. his mind reeling and heart thumping in his chest, because you blame yourself. why? he doesn't know, apparently he just doesn't know anything when it comes to you. guilt blooms inside him, the feeling a little foreign as he resists the urge to wrap you up in his arms and just to tell you to pipe down. to stop being so stupid. to not blame yourself, when he's so obviously the one in the wrong. when he's so obviously the stupid one, stamping down all those feelings of guilt.

—

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©eph3merall 2024

[tsireyqs]

bae we fr need the stepdad jake fic!!!

dancing with our hands tied.

pairings: stepdad! jake sully x reader

warnings: smut (18+), a tiny little bit of degradation, vaginal fingering, age gap, dilf! jake!!!!, dark content, & stepcest. please please heed these warnings, my loves!

rough bark digs into your back as you lean into the tree. jake trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point as he goes down. lower and lower until his lips seal around your nipple, his thumb swirling around the other and you whine. catching your nipple in between his teeth, he bites down harshly before growling into your breasts. “keep quiet, girl.”

the bark leaves scratches along your back as you squirm under his touch. you knew your mother would question the marks tainting your skin, but you didn’t care. not when jake’s fingers dip in between your folds, gathering your arousal to circle your clit. your hands thread into his hair, clenching your legs together instinctively. 

jake’s rough hands force your legs apart, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped marks into the fleshy part of your thighs. “you gotta keep those pretty legs open for me, babygirl,” his voice is muffled against your tummy. he kisses right below your belly button, sucking marks into your skin as he reaches the spot right above your clit.

your fingers dig into his scalp and you cry, “please, daddy. need you so bad it hurts,”

jake drops down to his knees, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. “my pretty girl’s so desperate for her daddy, huh? what do you need, sweetheart?” his head dips his lower, licking a broad stripe to your pussy and he groans against your heat at the taste of you. “my mouth?” he leaves trails of kisses to your thighs, his middle and ring finger prodding at your entrance. “or my fingers?” his slick-coated digits slip into you by the joints. he chuckles into your thigh when you tugs at his locks. “there ya’ go, need to get this pretty little pussy ready for my cock.”

your head lulls back into the tree as jake curls his fingers to you, his thumb rubbing languid circles into your clit. he stares up at you through his lashes and his pupils dilate when he watches your chest heave up and down. your teeth bite down on your lower lip hard to conceal your whines as his fingers slip in and out of your cunt so deliciously. 

he abruptly pulls his fingers out of you when he feels you clench around him, your tail wrapping around his forearm to keep him against you. jake reaches up, his large hand wrapping around the circumference of your throat and he squeezes just enough to make you gasp. you couldn’t help the whine that escapes your lips when you feel the sudden emptiness. 

“stupid girl, what did i say about being quiet? you’re gonna get us caught,” he hisses. his head tilts when your small hands wrap around his wrist, and he tsks, “you’d like that, huh? bet you’d love for everyone to see how filthy you are-- letting your daddy play with your pussy. what would your mother think? her precious daughter actin’ like a fuckin’ slut. imagine how disappointed she’ll be.”

your skin burns under his touch when he hefts you up to his waist, your ankles crossing at the small of his back as you wrap your legs around him. your hips roll into him and you mewl when you feel his length slip in between your folds, the head of his cock catching your clit as he teases you.

jake’s grip is harsh on your hips and his fangs scrape against your pulse point. “stay still,” his voice is clipped. your wrists fit into one of his hands as he grabs them and pins them above your head. “be good, little girl. or else you get nothing.”

nothing could have prepared you for the way he pistons his hips into you. all the air escapes your lungs as he barely gives you time to adjust to his cock and you squeal, your legs clenching tighter around his hips. his other hand finds its way back to your throat and he squeezes lightly as he fucks into you. the feeling of his balls hitting your ass at every thrust makes your pussy flutter around his length. “fuck, daddy. you’re so deep,” you babble out.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. he was practically rearranging your insides at this point,  moving so deep inside your cunt. “just needed to be stuffed, huh? so full of daddy’s cock, takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he sinks his canines into your throat in between praises, “m’gonna cum in this sweet cunt, babygirl.”

jake’s hands cradle your face, making you look him in the eyes. the feeling was entirely too much. his hips move faster allowing his cock to drill into you. his hand keeps a bruising grip as he keeps your hands pinned above you. and the look in his eyes makes you squirm. 

he tips your head down, forcing you to look down to where your bodies connect. the sight of your slick coating his pelvis and your inner thighs causes a shiver to roll down your spine. jake laughs when you jolt under him, “look at that, girl. watch as i fill you up with my cum.”

his words send you over the edge, the coil in your tummy diminishing as his cock paints your insides. your breath is erratic when you feel his fangs bite down on your collarbone. jake rocks his hips slowly into you now, your lids slid shut to savor the feeling of him inside you. your arms wrap around his shoulders loosely as he releases your wrists and you pant into his neck.

jake rubs soothing circles into your back when he gently pulls out of you, ignoring the whine that falls from your lips. his lips place a kiss on your sternum and he glides his fingers in between your legs. he gathers the cum that oozes out of you and pushes them back into your cunt, hooking his fingers into your sweet spot. your nails dig into his shoulder, “s’too much…”

“i know, sweet girl,” he hushes your cries and lets his thumb rub gently at your clit. “but i’m not quite done with ya’ yet.”

[deffonotjae]

you're the sturniolos little sister. (nick, matt, and chris) uve always been rly close to your brothers, so their friends, are basically ur friends. especially since u guys are only two years apart. one friend in particular tho..u had this different kind of connection with. nate. youve known each other since middle school, and hes been your bsf since. you guys have liked each other basically since the moment u first met, both of u being too scared to confess to the other..

one day though..the tension was thick..not the usual thick. it was like u guys couldnt hold back any longer. u needed each other right then and there. all ur pent up emotions over the years finally got to u both, and uve been dating ever since. the thing is..u have to keep it a secret, since ur brothers are hella protective over u. u guys r also scared that ur relationship will complicate theirs with nate. so far, its been going well, and uve been together for about a month..something happens that seriously complicates this secret...and makes for a hilarious wedding story.

u and nate are sitting on the couch, listening to music, sharing airpods, scrolling on tiktok..u guys would send each other shitty, stupid memes and laugh ur asses off occasionally. a song w a rly bad intro comes on suddenly, and u look over at him and give him a knowing look, before u laugh.

"babyyy, baby, come on here me out- js wait for it." nate says, shoving u playfully, while laughing and admiring ur cute giggles. he forgot, nick, matt, and chris, were literally in the living room with you. they heard that.

how long can the js bsfs excuse go on for ?..

you didnt even realize he called you baby in the moment, instead, you leaned more into him and playfully took his hat, placing it on ur head and lookin in his eyes..staring actually.. "wait for it..right." you replied teasingly, as you smiled widely, teeth peaking out, nose scrunching slightly.

he watched you take his hat, laughing a bit as u placed it on your head, finding it adorable how his hat was a little big on you. he smiled as you played with it, and he just looked at you, studying every single feature on your face. as you smiled, showing your teeth and scrunching your nose..he just fell more in love w you. he couldn't help himself, as his eyes drifted down to your lips for a second. he looked back up at your eyes, blushing a bit and looking a bit worried..

he stared for a few moments longer, before glancing at your brothers..who were glaring at him hard. he immediately tore his eyes away from you..as he knew you guys needed to keep the relationship a secret..but god, did he wanna make out with you right then and there..

you blinked, your lips parting as soon as you watched his eyes go to your brothers. ur throat got dry, as you looked from them to nate..it just clicking in your pretty little mind, now overthinking every small move you made. your gaze shifted over to your brothers, specifically..matt..as you smiled lightly, your eyes just a tad bit wide- trying to seem as un-awkward as possible.

your relationship with matt, was an interesting one- complicated, yet not at all..love, hate, almost..but all love, made out as hate. matt was the most protective over you, when it came to boys anyway, as he had dealt with far too many assholes, in not only his circle, but yours..he knew nate was the exact opposite, and if anything, him being with you would be a relief, but he wouldnt admit that, not at this moment at least..

you sigh dramatically, leaning back, and sinking into the couch, just barely brushing your thigh against nates..like a secret or something. telling him to just go along with this, as your eyes meet matts, then nicks, then chris', then matts again..as yours rolled, and you threw your head back. "actin like we're making out on the couch or something.."

matt was giving nate a poker face, look, yet he had quite a clue what was going through his mind. matt always knew when something felt different, and right now..it felt way different. he had a feeling something was going on, but he didn’t have any proof..he couldn’t prove it. but he could definitely still be a dick about it. he narrowed his eyes at the two of you, not believing a thing. "bet you would if you could though."

you, scoffed as you looked up at him then nate..then ur other brothers. "always on my dick." you muttered, annoyed, as you let out a groan.

nate had to contain his smirk, as he looked over at you, shaking his head slightly, trying not to laugh. it was funny seeing you act all hot and bothered..he nodded at u, before glancing at the others, and nodding at them too. "always on ur dick, baby.." he said teasingly as he mockingly pouted with u, and placed a hand behind your head..stroking ur hairs softly.

you gasped, as you looked over at nate, your lips parted, and your brows furrowed, as you flicked his forehead..hearing the nickname slip up again, even louder. laughs fell from your lips the second you did so, your eyes squeezing shut as you buried your face in his shoulder.

he couldn’t help but laugh as well, the sound mixing with yours. it was cute how u tried to act all annoyed to cover things up. he loved it when your nose scrunched up and your brows furrowed together..the laughs that left your lips, and the way you buried your face into him. he glanced over at your brothers, seeing them looking at the two of you..in confusion. he swallowed dryly, his hand caressing the side of your arm.

your head shifted against his shoulder, looking up at him, through fluttered lashes, and pouted lips, but not purposely pouted this time..his hat still resting on your head, almost goin over your soft, gorgeous, eyes..as you smiled all giddy looking in his, soft, longing, eyes.

he looked down at your expression, and his breath hitched in his throat, and seeing you in his hat made him feel unbelievably happy for some reason.

matt clenched his jaw harder, seeing your guys’ stupid giggling, and the sweet, tender, look in both ur eyes. he could tell that something was going on. he was about to comment on it, when nick spoke up suddenly..

"...are you two...?"

you looked at nick, then your other brothers, taking in their looks of dumbfounded, realization..and you couldn't help but laugh, genuinely laugh..like it was fucking hilarious. you gazed over at nate, sayin in between gasps.. "us..? oh..my..god." you wiped your eyes, and took a breath, leaning back on the couch, your head almost subconsciously leaning against nates arm.

nate couldnt help but laugh with you, but all he could think of, was how hard his heart was beating. "oh- us together..?"

matt narrowed his eyes at the two of you, feeling more irritated and confused by the second. he clenched his jaw harder, he was pissed off, he uncrossed his arms, and leaned back.

"..if the two of you were together, i hope you know how pissed..we’d be.." matt announced blunty, with narrowed eyes, and a cocked eyebrow..as his eyes traced over the two of you.

you cocked a brow as well, hearing his little sentiment..your head tilting, as you smiled.."well thats a shame..cus we're totally like- in loveee.." you replied, mocking sarcasm..

nate tried to hold back a smirk, as he heard you say, "in loveee.." even in that sarcastic tone of yours. he couldnt help but scoff..knowing you really were in love, but since you started this game, he might as well play along. "awhh..yeah- so in love.."

nick and chris shared a groan of a look, as they watched your guys’ little act go on. they couldn’t help but feel like you guys were lying through your teeth..and for some reason, they could sense it, and they just desperately wanted to hear the truth..so they could either confirm their suspicions, or feel relieved.

"enough of the bullshit, yeah..? ..just tell us the truth- are you guys together..?" matt grilled again, some how even more annoyingly and serious than before.

You groan, dramatically, as you lay down on the couch, using nates thigh as a headrest. You lick your lips..acting nonchalant always confused the fuck out of them, and fuckin w your brothers, was the funnest thing on planet earth. "why would we be together..? like- ever..?" You asked, and then as soon as you said it, burst with laughter again, this time completely genuine..your thoughts being how insane this whole secret relationship thing was, how funny their reactions to this was, and how only you and nate knew what was rly goin on.

nate couldn’t hold back his grin as u layed down on his thighs. he desperately wanted to play with ur hair, hold your hand, or just touch you in any way while u were down there. he watched as your giggles came out again, and he laughed with you once again, in agreement and knowing that you weren’t gonna crack under their brothers’ pressure

"yeah baby..like- ever.." he replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice, as he kept looking at your brothers, enjoying their frustrated faces

You laughed even harder as he called you baby, and took his hat off your head, looking up in his eyes, and placed his hat on his head.. "ur good at this game." You said jokingly, as you continued to laugh..

nate couldn’t stop himself from laughing as well. u were making this so much fun. he looked down at you, and smiled widely when u put his hat back on his head, secretly loving the feeling of his hat on u..

chris had a half amused, half irritated look on his face. he was starting to grow a bit amused with watching this little act, but he was also very annoyed that the two of you kept lying. no matter how ridiculous their responses were..he suddenly spoke up, his voice quieter and calmer than matt’s

"seriously, just be honest..are you two together or what ??"

You burst out into even more laugher, almost rolling off the couch and onto the floor, from your infamously boneless laugh..

nate couldnt stop laughing along with you, as you burst into a new fit of laughs, almost rolling off the couch. he had to grab your shoulder gently to keep you on the couch, and he just continued smiling at how well you and him were playing this act. he couldn’t even answer your brothers question, as he was too busy holding back a full smirk, finding the whole situation hilarious..

ur brothers couldn’t hold back a few chuckles, feeling ur guys’ laughs was contagious. they still wanted to know the truth though, and they were just getting more and more frustrated as the time went on..matt spoke up suddenly, his voice getting louder

"hey- can you two please just be serious for a second ?! "

nate could tell that they were growing impatient. he looked at matt, his hand still holding your shoulder, and he saw the irritation on his face. he knew your brothers knew something was up by now, and he figured he should at least be a little bit serious, in answer to matt’s question..but still not give in..

You hum and rub your eyes, gaps in between ur laughs as u thought of this whole thing..u bring a hand up to the one that nate had on your shoulder, js fuckin with them even more..

nate looked down at you, watching as u rubbed the laughter-induced tears from your eyes. he smiled widely, and noticed you place your hand on top of his. his heart skipped a beat for a moment, and it took everything in him to not just burst out in grins and kisses you right there. he looked up at the others, seeing their faces, and he took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he spoke

"listen..we already told you guys..we’re not together.."

chris was still amused by all of this, but still very skeptical. he just couldn’t shake the feeling that you and nates act was just that..an act..he suddenly spoke up again, in his cool, calm voice

"well, then why do you guys keep touching each other and talking with such- loving tones..?"

You burst out into laughs again, burying your face in nates lower stomach..muffled laughs filling the room..as your legs kicked a little from how fun this all was. You pull back softly before muttering, "mm, lovinggg tones." Just to start giggling again into his shirt.

nate couldn’t help but laugh as well, as u buried your face into his lower stomach, practically killing him. he loved that you were laughing so hard.

°°°

You glanced over at matt, smiling cockily.."what matty..? never seen two friends js laughin and havin fun..? "

[saintsir4n]

CALM DOWN

in which brian gets mad!

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“Hey! Hey! Back off — Vince outside, put down the vase, you’re not breakin’ shit in my house. Brian go upstairs, Summer you go with him, clean those bruised hands,” Dom’s voice carried through the living room that was practically turned on its head. One small conversation turned into a big argument and then it eventually got physical. “What did I say? No fighting on Sundays. It’s a day for family and you two do the exact opposite, so now everyone cool off until dinner's ready.”

Vince scoffed, his glare never left Brian’s retreating figure until Leon and Jesse pushed him outside. Letty followed Dom, deciding to help him with the rest of the food prep, whilst Mia and KeKe helped pick up anything broken to toss in the trash.

Carson rolled her eyes as she joined Brian in the upstairs bathroom. Her dress would’ve gotten ruined if she hadn’t moved away from her boyfriend who had tussled with Vince until Dom got involved and pulled them apart with Jesse and Leon’s help.

Brian was against the sink, watching as she pulled out the first aid kit in silence, brows pinching together when she didn’t say anything to him, and just sighed to herself.

“You’re gonna give me the silent treatment, really?” He exacerbated, as she pulled out bandaids, cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide.

“Just stop movin’,” she muttered when she got him to wash his hands.

“He insults us and I get the cold shoulder? I don’t believe this, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

She frowned, “There are no sides Brian, and drop that base from your voice, I’m not the problem here.”

He laughed in disbelief, “Oh, and I am?”

“I never said that," she sighed, trying to wipe the cuts as he winced at the pain.

“You’re not denying it," Brian stressed, annoyed that she didn't have a problem with it.

“You didn’t have to react," Carson hated violence and her boyfriend seemed to be constantly around it.

He scoffed, “So I’m just supposed to take his shit.”

“I never said that either," she retorted, "Hold still." Brian cursed when the hydrogen peroxide coursed over his open wounds, "Sorry."

“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause to me it just sounds like you think I’m in the wrong," he gritted out, body digging into the sink as he felt some pain. "That I’m the issue, and I should just sit back and let guys like Vince walk all over me.”

She rose a brow, “Guys like Vince?”

He rolled his eyes, “Here we go.”

“Here we go what?” She looked at him, seeing how heated he was getting about this.

“You’re focusin’ on that, really?”

“He’s my family so watch how you talk about him," she exclaimed.

“I’m your boyfriend and you’re actin’ like that don’t mean nothin’”

“You know that’s not true," her shoulders slumped. "You mean so much to me. Brian, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“You know you do.” She paused, pulling out a large bandage and cut it in half, “It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“You didn’t have to punch him," she stressed, applying some cream before wrapping his wounds.

“Yes, I did," he groaned, as she took a step back, “We hold hands and it’s a problem, we smile at each other it’s a problem, You sit on my lap and we kiss suddenly he can’t take it anymore and makes digs. If it’s at me I get it, he hates me, but the second he calls you naive, or an idiot, I'm not gonna sit back and do nothin'."

"Well I can see that," Carson gestured to his sore hands, "and I'm not some pushover, I can handle Vince, I'm just tired of the drama."

"He's the drama," he said, calmer.

"Says the guy with bloody fists," she teased, putting away the first aid kit and coming to stand between his legs.

"Well, they match his busted lip."

She couldn't help but laugh, "I appreciate you defending me, I do."

"I'll always defend you, you know that," Brian wouldn't let any harm come to her, even if it was just stupid words.

"But you need to keep that temper under control, you could've ripped my dress."

"Let me see," he cooed, trailing his hand down to the hem, "Sorry baby."

"Yeah I know, it's fine just calm down sometimes," she pleaded, with a pout.

"I'll calm down when he learns that I can kiss you whenever I want," Brian said, sternly, snaking his arms around her waist, "touch you, take you out and he can't do a damn thing because we're together alright? or I'll start thinkin' he's actin' more like a jealous ex and less like a brother."

"Alright, alright, you’re all cleaned up," she gently patted his chest, "lets go."

"Wait, wait, wait, let me kiss you, before we go down stairs, couldn't wanna get interrupted again would we?"

Carson laughed into the kiss.

—

[ssweetleaf]

bleed.

gator tillman x afab!reader

summary: gator uses his knife to show you who you belong to.

includes: SMUT 18+, dub-con, knife play, blood play, ownership kink???

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Gator’s mouth was hot on your neck, straddling your waist with those thick thighs of his, a steady palm weighing heavy on your chest as he kept you down and still.

His hunting knife glistened with every short flick of his wrist, the shiny metal winking at you, mocking you, and your chest heaved in anticipation of what was to come.

“You scared, hon?” He cooed, pouting down at your shaky form, all condescending and dripping with venom.

You gave him a short nod, blinking back a wave of tears that threatened to ebb over your lash line.

He clicked his tongue, grazing the skin of your cheek with his knuckles before pinching it between a thumb and forefinger.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you too bad, baby,” he cooed, pressing a short, spongy kiss to your forehead. “Jus’ gotta put you in your place, that’s all— show you who you belong to.”

Gator pushed the fabric of your shirt up, exposing the plush flesh of your tummy, the tip of his blade ran along the length of your skin, not yet harsh enough to break the skin, but enough to have you shivering and waiting for his next move.

He smoothed his free hand along your thigh, pushing them apart and groaning lowly at the sight of your panty-clad cunt, a wet spot evident, saturating the fabric and he grabbed at the elastic, tugging them upwards, watching with a lip between his teeth at the way your pussy lips enveloped the material.

Your poor clit throbbed, desperate for Gator’s attention and your thighs quivered from trying and failing to shut your legs, his knife so dangerously close to your pussy.

“Now,” he sighed, tapping at his chin in mock thought, fingers dancing idly up and down the skin of your thighs, creating goosebumps in their wake. “The question is, where do I cut you, pretty girl?”

You sucked in a sharp breath and it hitched in your throat, it was useless to try and hold in your tears anymore, the fat, salty droplets streamed down your cheeks, ruining the pretty makeup you spent so much time on just for him. But he thought you looked prettier like that, with your mascara streaming in long, black lines and your lipstick smeared along your cheek.

So pretty, he thought. Actin’ as if butter wouldn’t melt.

Gator caught sight of your hip, pulling your panties down to get to the soft skin beneath, trailing his thumb along the stretch marks and blemishes that resided there.

“Think I found the spot,” he hummed lazily, eyes hooded and he quickly reached in his pocket for his stupid vape, inhaling the artificial sweetness and exhaling into your direction, sugary sweet watermelon filled your senses, and you coughed a little when it made its way to your lungs.

He pocketed his beloved vape, shifting around on his knees, his free hand flat against your hip bone, stretching the skin a little and to keep you nice and steady. He didn’t want anything ruining his little masterpiece.

“You gonna be nice ‘n’ still f’me while I mark ya, honey?” He cooed, “don’t want ya wrigglin’ around, it’ll ruin my work.”

You let out a little sob, but nodded nonetheless, the action earning you a little kiss to your tummy, his chapped lips calming you for just a moment, before getting back into his character.

“Y’ready, baby?” Gator didn’t wait for a reply, instead he went straight in with his blade— the sharp edge sliced into your skin, droplets of blood rose to the surface, beginning to spill over the cut he had made.

You cried out at the sharp sting, head fuzzy and eyes completely glazed over from your salty tears, you managed to stay still, knowing that if you struggled it’d hurt much more.

“Shit, honey, look so good when y’bleedin’” he groaned, keeping a fixed gaze on your cuts, a steady hand guiding his knife slowly, drawing out the process for his pleasure. “Could just eat you right up.”

You gasped at his filthy words, your pussy clenching around nothing, arousal leaking through your underwear, completely saturating them and leaving them a sopping mess.

His eyes quickly flitted to yours before resuming his gaze at your hip.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t ya, dirty girl.” He grinned, finishing his last few etchings into your skin, the sharp blade stung as it sliced, but you almost missed its touch when he placed the knife on the nightstand.

Gator watched with big eyes, irises swarming darkly and he leaned down to nudge his nose against your hip, your blood smearing across his skin before he flattened his tongue, lapping up your sweet blood in long licks— he swallowed thickly, grinning up at your with lazy, hooded eyes, blood between his teeth and the cracks in his lips. So obscene.

“Well?” He cocked an eyebrow, “aren’t ya gonna take a look?”

You leaned on your elbows, craning your neck to get a good look at your new brand, eyes widening when you saw what he had etched upon your poor flesh.

There, still ebbing with blood were a scratchy pair of initials:

G.T.

[whimsicalpolitical]

Riding ross while you're high 🤭🤭. Please I need him so bad

I want him so bad, it’s not normal.. 18+mdni

The low glow from the fairy lights tangled above the bookshelf was the only thing illuminating the room, casting a warm, hazy glow over the cramped living room.

You and Ross were sprawled out on the couch, the air thick with the remnants of smoke from the joint he’d tossed aside the moment you’d straddled him. You were both high—high enough that everything felt a little blurred at the edges, each movement and touch amplified in a way that made you both desperate, almost frenzied.

You sank down on him, your breath hitching at the way he stretched you open, and he let out a guttural groan, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, voice deeper, as his head fell back against the cushion. “You’re so bloody tight, love. Can feel every inch of you.”

You whimpered, rocking your hips forward to get more friction, already overwhelmed by the way he felt inside you, the dull, throbbing ache between your legs easing with each roll of your hips.

“Ross—” you breathed out, your voice shaky and desperate, and you couldn’t stop the way your nails bit into his shoulders, your need clawing its way to the surface.

He laughed, low and rough, one hand sliding up your side to grip your waist while the other moved to your hair, tugging lightly to get you to look at him.

“Greedy already, yeah? I’ve barely even touched you,” he said, his eyes dark and amused, his lips curving into a lazy smirk. “Thought you were gonna take your time with me.”

“Can’t,” you gasped, “need you. god, Ross, need you to—”

He cut you off with a rough thrust of his hips, making you cry out, his grip on your waist tightening as he set a slow, almost punishing pace.

“I know what you need,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he watched you with half-lidded eyes, the smirk still playing at the edges of his mouth. “I can feel how much you want it, love. Can see it written all over your face.”

“Ross,” you moaned, your body arching as you tried to meet his rhythm, but he held you steady, refusing to let you set the pace. The drag of him inside you was maddeningly slow, and you whimpered, your nails raking down his chest. “Faster. Please—”

“No begging, love, it’s ridiculous,” he interrupted, his voice rough with amusement, and he thrust up harder, just once, to make you gasp. “We’ve barely even started, and you’re actin’ like I’m starvin’ you. Thought you could handle a bit of teasing.”

You bit your lip, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, but you didn’t back down, didn’t stop the frantic rocking of your hips. “I just—” you started, but he silenced you with another sharp thrust, making you cry out.

“Yeah? You just what?” he said mockingly, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you down harder. “You just want me to fuck you stupid, don’t you? That’s all you ever want.”

“fuck yes,” you moan, “just don’t be so mean.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a snort, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples in a way that made you arch into his touch.

“Mean? Lovely, this is not mean at all, just stating facts.”

You shuddered, your hands sliding down to his wrists, gripping them tightly as he played with you, each slow roll of his hips making you ache.

You pouted, rolling your eyes as you rocked against him, trying to find a rhythm that would get you what you needed. “Well, can’t help it, can I?” you shot back, your voice cracking on the words. “You make me like this.”

He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your nipple, making you shudder. “Do I?” he teased, his tone light but laced with a possessive edge that sent a thrill down your spine. “Thought you were tougher than that. Guess I’ve ruined you, yeah?”

“Maybe,” you whispered, leaning down to press a messy kiss to his jaw, feeling the scrape of his beard against your lips. “Maybe you have.”

“Good,” he muttered, his voice low and almost smug as he slid one hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit with a precision that made you gasp. He started to rub slow, teasing circles, just enough to make you squirm, your breath catching with every brush of his fingers—but then he stopped, pulling away just as you started to lose yourself in the sensation.

“Ross,” you whined, your voice high and desperate, your hips jerking forward in a frantic attempt to chase his hand. You grabbed his wrist, pulling it back to where you needed him most, your fingers trembling.

He let you guide him back, arching an eyebrow as he watched you, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement. “You’re absolutely wrecked.”

“For you.”

“Yeah,” he said, “yeah, you are, aren’t you?” He pressed a little harder, making you gasp, your nails digging into his wrist as you held him there, your whole body starting to tremble with the intensity of it.

“Ross, please,” you begged, your voice barely more than a breathy whimper, your hips grinding down harder, faster, desperate for the release that felt just out of reach. “Don’t stop—.”

He hummed thoughtfully, as if considering it, but then he relented, his thumb rubbing slow, firm circles over your clit, his other hand gripping your waist to keep you steady.

“Alright, love,” he said softly, his tone shifting from teasing to something warmer, more intense. “Relax, I’ve got you.”

You nodded frantically, your breath hitching with every word, every touch, your hands moving to cup his face, pulling him in for a messy, desperate kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his hips snapping up to meet yours, and you were both moving together now, faster and faster, the tension coiling tight and hot in your belly.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice barely more than a rough whisper, and you could feel the way he was watching you, the way his breath hitched every time you gasped his name, the way he was coming undone right there with you.

“Love you,” you whispered back, your voice cracking, and you felt him twitch inside you, his fingers tightening on your waist, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he tried to hold himself together.

“I love you,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, his thumb pressing down harder, faster, driving you to the edge. “You’re mine, love.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, your body trembling with the force of it, the pleasure hitting you in waves that made you arch and gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as you fell apart around him, your release hitting you so hard you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

Ross followed right after, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as his hips stuttered, his grip on you almost bruising as he came, his whole body shuddering with the intensity of it. For a long moment, you were both still, tangled together in a mess of limbs and heat, your breath mingling as you tried to come back to yourself, the world still spinning from the high.

“Christ,” he muttered after a moment, his voice rough and wrecked, his hands sliding up to cup your face, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your forehead. “You’re bloody perfect, you know that?”

You smiled, still a little dazed, and you pressed a soft, lazy kiss to his lips, feeling the way he melted under your touch.

“So are you,” you whispered, your voice soft and affectionate, and you felt him smile against your mouth, his hands sliding down to rest on your thighs, holding you close.

You were still straddling him, your bodies pressed close, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. You were both slick and sticky, your forehead resting against his as you tried to catch your breath, your fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on his chest. You felt so content, so desperate to stay right where you were, wrapped around him.

Ross’s fingers slid up your back, his touch soothing, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. He let out a soft chuckle, his voice hoarse as he nudged your forehead with his.

“Alright, love,” he muttered, shifting slightly beneath you. “Think we should get up, you need to use the bathroom.”

You shook your head before he even finished speaking, your hips starting to roll instinctively, desperate for more of him, the high still buzzing through your veins. “No,” you whispered, your voice rough and needy, and you started to grind down again, feeling the slow, delicious drag of him inside you, the way he was already starting to harden.

He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a shaky breath.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping your waist tighter, like he couldn’t decide whether to push you off or pull you closer. “Can’t even grant me five minutes? You’re absolutely insatiable.”

You bit your lip, your eyes locking onto his, and you could see the way he was torn between exasperation and raw, hungry need.

“Can’t help it,” you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath, and you moved a little faster, feeling him harden completely inside you, the friction already making you shudder. “You feel so good—don’t wanna stop.”

Ross let out a low, frustrated groan, his hands sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me, you know that?” he said, his tone half-mocking, half-dazed, his fingers digging into your skin as he gave you a sharp slap on your ass. “Fine, then. You wanna keep goin’? You do all the work now.”

You moaned, the sting of his hand making your thighs tremble, and you didn’t hesitate, rolling your hips faster, leaning forward to press your forehead against his, your breath mingling with his as you moved, chasing the sparks of pleasure that made your head spin.

“I don’t mind,” you whispered, your voice breaking, and you could see the way his pupils were blown wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each shaky breath.

“Don’t mind makin’ me lose my fuckin’ mind, do you?”

“Not even a little,” you grin. “You’re everything.”

[goatpaste]

Hai, mutuals have my actin up getting obsessive brain over Pillar Fam Au again and their all over my brain like ANTS

So I wanted to redo the art on the pillar fam playlist and doodle some stuff for my fav songs on the playlist

just thinking about them thinking about them thinking about them and running around and biting

every few weeks I just remember this AU is everything to me good lurd

[Commission Prices][Etsy][Buy me a Kofi]

also wanted to talk about some thoughts on the songs of the playlist just whatever, under the cut

Where Evil Grows by The Poppy Family: this one I drew for, but I heavily think of it over Joseph and Wamuu's first meeting where despite the rough first meeting, theres that spark of interest in on another. Despite unexplainable need to get close to one another, especially Joseph to Wham.

Blood in the Wine by AURORA: mostly a song I put on there for Wham, its a Wham heavy song and makes me think generally of pillar fam but also of Wham and his relationship to his pillar men family and kars. His Loyalty and devotion to the man who is his father, but ultimately having these different goals and feelings.

Electric Love by BORNS: Honestly mostly just a fun feel good song I felt had some good vibes to Pillar fam, love a good lightning motif for Joseph.

Kiss her you fool by Kids that Fly: First kiss scene, 1000% Joseph with a million thoughts about how he's trying to get out of dying, or even killing but also quickly realizing he might just be in love with this powerful warrior and that Wham just might like him back, and to make a leap of fate with a kiss.

Talk to Much COIN: Another song that fit the bill for Pillar Fam especially of a Joseph angle for suuuure

High on Humans by Oh Wonder: I think this is pretty straight forward for the wham angle of this relationship, especially when Suzi starts being in the mix and he's realizing he's soft for two humans who he should be seeing as a threat to Kar's mission. but instead his brain if fuzzy and soft around them

The Sex has Made me Stupid by Robots in Disguise: also pretty straight forward, they were going at it like rabbits because i take Wham for a guy who fucks his enemies as an equal partner for him, fighting it like gay sex to him but so is gay sex lol. Also this song is such so extremely british its just a bit of a too fitting not to include

Dirty imbecile by The Happy Fits: Kinda vauge take on Joseph, i get big joseph vibes in this song and fitting to my minds touchings of his character and relationship to family and lack there of

Step With me by MIKA: its the vibes, the specific lyrics just feel so right, the slow set by set calculations of getting close to someone like Wham in their specific situation. Both in trying to work every angle to get everyone out alive, but also dealing with big feelings for a big man who may kill him. One step at a time, just a few steps away from you. I especially take this song overlay to the idea of the height of Pillar Fam when the month is almost up and joseph's one like asking of truce between him and wham, but wham choosing to stay to his word and to kars and leaving Joseph, but stubborn Joseph not giving up quite yet.

Necessary Evil by Unknown Mortal Orchestra: i think this in a way feels a lot like similar lyrical vibes to Where Evil Grows. But bit on the horny side lol, two crazy kids defying the odds, dealing with how they feel, messy messy feelings while they nearly kill each other in a gladiatorial fight on chariots around a roaring fire.

I wont hurt you by the West Coast Pop Art Experience: THIS SONG OUHGH this is one of the big ones on the playlist to me, its soo ouch. Song that 100% in my head links to the end of the Chariot fight. Joseph and Wham have dealt out all their cards, every trick in the book to live or win. All but their final trump card, all or nothing, put it all on the line and die winning. Wham lost of sight, arms and burning a hole into his own chest. Joseph with caesars headband and the lighter fluid... But he can't do it. instead opting to drop his weapons and his guards, i wont hurt you, Yelled over the intense slicing winds as they grow nearer. Joseph's pleading one more time for Wham to stop to not kill Joseph, but more importantly, himself. That Kars wouldnt want this, Suzi wouldnt want this and Joseph wouldnt want this. He would rather lay down and accept defeat and death than be the one to remove Wham from the world. its then, Wham in his biggest moment of vulnerability stops, words reaching him. Falling to his knees and embracing Joseph in a messy bloody puddle in all the heavy silence under the blazing fire. I wont hurt you.

m'Lover by Kishi Bashi: themes of unlikely lovers? well dont mind if i do for my pillar fam playlist. Picking up right after the last one, things are finally looking right, defying the destiny that they were meant to hurt and kill each other in that pit that night instead promising themselves to each other. two loves in the night finding each other in the most unlikely way

Affection Taku Iwasaki: Its a jojo song, and it makes me sad weepy, its soft its perfect for this vibe.

Bizzare Love Triangle by New Order: I think mostly on here for the general title and 'love triangle' idea. Suzi and her two boys, their Bizzare Love Triangle

From Me, the Moon by Lav and Dark Moon by Bonnie Guitar: putting these together as their both meant to be for the same idea, Wham watching his human partners grow old. His family even with his pillar man genetics, growing older. The idea they will one day leave him behind. This reality will obviously never come as they world ends in p6. But its a lingering idea, a soft sad, but approachable topic to think about for Wham. Couldn't not include it in a playlist meant to encapsulate them and their life start to finish. Wham will be sad, but happily live out his humans long lives. As long as they'll have him.

Affection Taku Iwasaki: it was the final track of P2, just like Affection, sweet and good, how could i not make it the final track on this playlist.

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

What happens when you catch your fiancé flirting with another girl? Hate sex, of course.

WC: 1,618

AFAB Reader CW: Angst, no real comfort at the end, Pet name (sweetheart), Rough sex, fingers (f. receiving), slapping (m. receiving), gaslighting (if you squint), choking (m. receiving), self-edging, unprotected sex. I proofread it for, like, two seconds.

Minors, don't click it. 18+ ONLY

Today's inspiration? Katsuki "no-one-will-fuck-you-like-i-can" Bakugou.

As always, full list of boyfriends I think fits at the end.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! <3

Each bag you shoved full of clothes was ripped from your hands and emptied onto the floor. Every time you walked through a door to grab things from another room, you had to shove past the body blocking your way. He was bigger than you, but you were madder.

He grabbed your arms, willing you to "just stop and talk to me like an adult for five god damned minutes!"

"An adult? Were you acting like an adult when you let that girl hang all over you in front of your fiancé and then called that same fiancé a bitch loud enough for everyone to hear when you got called out? Seems pretty fucking childish to me, babe." You spat the nickname at him, ire dripping off every word.

The ring he had given you two years ago, the one he had spent months picking out that you never seemed to take off unless you absolutely had to, was suddenly flying at his face. He grabbed it out of the air before it could connect.

Fuck him and his fast reflexes. You wish it would have hit him, at least a little.

"Could you just calm the fuck down and stop actin' like a—" He started.

"You think about how you're going to finish that sentence, or I swear to —"

"To what, sweetheart? Swear to what?"

Your fist balled at your side. He stood across the living room from you, blocking your way into the back of the house you had shared for the past four years. The house you had built together. Trinkets and hanging pictures evidence of the life you had bled into the foundation of brick and wood to make it home.

The life you had built together, all the days spent learning each other, each and every stupid inside joke and promise hung between you, weighing the air down and charging it full of mutual anger and grief.

His eyes simmered with thinly veiled anger, fingers tapping against his leg as he watched you. Not as a predator would observe prey. Your fiancé knew you better than that. He knew the way you would rip and tear at whatever got in your way. He knew how hot your anger burned under the surface of your skin and how it fueled you forward, looking for that high from a fight.

He held up the fist that clasped your ring, "Want it back?" He teased.

"Go fuck yourself," you said. You knew you shouldn't have walked near him, shouldn't have given him another chance to put his hands on you and pull you back into his embrace.

You shoved your way under his arm and a few steps beyond before his hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back to him. You whirled into the pull, your open palm connecting with his cheek, snapping his head to the side.

The sound of the smack echoed off the walls in the hallway was met only with the panting of both your breaths.

He licked the inside of his cheek, the slight tang of copper on his tongue as he slowly turned his gaze back to you. You couldn't help the grim smirk of satisfaction that grazed your lips.

A muscle clenched in your fiancé's jaw, working overtime as he drew in a deep breath through his nose, the air hissing out between his teeth.

The faint thud of your ring dropping to the ground was your only warning.

One of his hands tangled in the hair at the base of your skull and gripped tightly. You yelped as he yanked your head back and slammed his lips against yours, his tongue bullying its way between your lips, fighting for dominance over each other. He pushed you back against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs at the force he used to get you there.

Your hands flew to his shirt, thankful for once that he was wearing a stupid button-down, and pulled. The buttons popped off, hitting against the walls and the floor, the material pooling at your feet when you finally pushed it off his shoulders. You ripped your lips away from his, gasping for breath and hissing between your teeth as his lips met your jaw and kissed your neck, biting hard as he went.

He groaned against your skin as you dug your sharp nails into his hips and pulled tightly, flushing your bodies together. He slipped a leg between your thighs until his knee hit the wall and pushed up hard, forcing you onto your tiptoes.

A loud moan tumbled from his panting lips as you slid your nails up his ribcage, angry red welts quickly forming.

"You sadistic bitch," he laughed.

"You masochistic fuck," you responded, nipping at his jaw.

"So fuckin' glad you decided to wear this stupid little dress today," his hands were rough as they gripped you under the thighs and lifted you, slamming you back against the wall.

"Dick!" You gasped.

"Shut up," he growled as he snaked a hand between your bodies, pulled your panties to the side, and quickly shoved two fingers deep into your soaked cunt.

He was unforgiving in his pace, not caring to give you even a moment before his fingers were scissoring open and curling into your g-spot, the pleasure rising too quickly. Your chest was rising and falling, moans and whimpers falling from your lips urged him on, rushing you towards that cosmic abyss of an orgasm. Your legs trembled around his waist as you tried to hold back, refusing to let him make you cum this quickly.

"Gonn' be like that, baby?" He hissed in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and biting down, "gonn' make me work that sweet cunt, huh? You know it would never be the same with anyone else."

"Fuuck," you groaned as the heel of his palm applied pressure to your neglected clit, "Yeah, just like no one would be able to suck your cock the way I do." You felt yourself clamp down on his fingers and shuttered at the way your orgasm tried to bully its way from you.

His fingers retreated from you, twisting in the material of your panties and pulling tightly, ripping them at the middle. You lurched forward, kissing and sucking on his neck as he undid his belt with one hand, the metal clinking together loudly. His cock was painfully hard and leaking by the time he pulled it from his briefs, pushing the material down below his balls before slamming himself into you.

He placed his hands on the wall, letting his arms carry your weight by settling the backs of your knees into the crooks of his elbows, allowing him to angle your hips up just enough that with each punishing thrust, he would drag along you perfectly. Filling you to the point where you could fill him in the back of your throat each time.

"Eyes, baby," he panted, his teeth gritting, "need to see you."

You lifted your eyes from where you were looking between your bodies, watching as his cock sank in and out of you and held his gaze. His pupils were blown wider than you had ever seen, only the faintest color from his iris left as he reminded you who he was and what he could do to your body.

"Play with your clit," you growled at the command, and his hips slowed, causing you to bounce your head on the wall softly before giving in. Your orgasm was building again from the simmer it had settled to, low in your belly. Your adept fingers drew quick figure eights on your clit while your fiancé fucked you into the wall in perfect timing.

Your other hand wrapped around his throat, just below his jaw, squeezing tightly. His pulse hammered between your fingers, and his hips stuttered slightly as his air was restricted. His eyes never left yours as you squeezed, counting the thrusts in your head before letting go. He sucked in deep gulps of air, new vigor to his thrusts.

"'M sorry, baby," he whimpered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.

"Don't you ever do that shit," your sentence was cut off by a moan he ripped from you as his pace picked up, chasing his release as your pussy clamped down on him. "Don't you ever do that again."

"Promise. Fuck, I promise. Cum for me," he kissed you hard, moaning into the kiss as you finally let yourself come undone on him. Your orgasm ripped through you like a tsunami, wave after wave of pulsing pleasure gripping your body tightly, refusing to let go.

Your fiancé fucked you through your orgasm, spilling himself into you deeply, his cum mixing and spilling out from your abused cunt.

Panting filled the hallway as your breathing returned to normal, and you let slip a gentle moan when he finally pulled himself from your pussy and gently put your feet back on the ground, making sure you were stable before letting go of your hips.

He leaned his body weight over you again, caging you in, refusing to let you move.

"Don't leave," he whispered.

You sighed heavily, looking up at the man who drove you to the brink of insanity. His eyes begging you to hear the things he couldn't say.

"You're a bastard."

He nodded and gripped your hip, "I know."

"If you—"

"I'll make it right. You're my queen, and the world needs to be reminded of that. No one else matters." It was a vow.

One that was said only between the two of you and one he intended to keep.

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AN: I know I said Katsuki at the beginning, but this is also like... big Mikey energy.

x KATSUKI, Dabi, HAWKS (she's just a fan), Kisuke Urahara, Grimmjow, Stark, Aizen, MIKEY, BAJI, Hanma, toxic Draken, toxic Mitsuya.

[meowkusunoki]

t3 cover wishlist

dividers

haruka

A Guide To The New World

good morning, new world. i breathe in and out as i shoulder my persistent habit of self-deprecation and decide to regard my life up until yesterday as the old me. i’m not good enough. i’m completely overshadowed. i want to be like you.

Undead Alice

“live by feeding on me, since you can’t die even if you want to.” everyone except us is crazy, even though your echo can be heard by everyone. every time i ask for ideas to hurt myself, i breathe in happiness and breath out poison. the ideal junkie, doesn’t it feel good that only the two of us are normal?

yuno

Sad Girl Sex

sad girl sex, pow-pow! RIP to naivete, how come i’m the lamest? so this love’s something that can be filled by sleepin’ with somebody? no, it's not!

sad girl sex, pow-pow! love, it squashed me, i still feel it inside, just as i imagined, this hell, i can’t go back, your shut down sucks, it’s killin’ me!

Addiction

leaving me alone after getting bored of me makes me sad. putting © beside the feelings i gave you. a masterpiece of a great nuisance, you should choose the title you like for it.

lock-on to the soul addiction. the warmth of a hug isn't denying the bad. no life or death, without you here. it doesn’t matter how many times, is it ok to smell it?

lock-on to the soul addiction. i can’t feel anything alone, but i guess that’s obvious. solve the problem within yourself. it doesn’t matter how many times, is it ok to smell it?

Cinderella

hey, i want you to tell me how i should act in this situation. hey, i just want to go crazy with the words like “i love you”.

so irritating!! hello to the unfortunate me, i’m confused, hate it, hate it! so irritating!! messed up bangs, getting angry, annoying, annoying!

no no no, i want to say “i love you” when i’m cuter! no no no, it’s not okay, i’ll go back to a cocoon and try again!

fuuta

Chimera

aw, i just want to invent myself! i’m a cute chimera sewn crooked ←new!! expectations and pressures were the blueprint, i’m a cute chimera made from sucking xxx ←###

aw, i just don't know who i am! i'm a cute chimera who's changed ←new?? that blotchy pattern was a message, i'm a pretty little chimera made to be desired ←♡♡♡

muu

Theory of Negativity

i say “i’ll just die,” but am i really even alive in the first place? even if you get fed up with someone and start treating them poorly, since nothing will change, 'i want to change’ is the only wish i want granted.

“is that all?” you said, laughing at me, but even you have a ton of weak points. if only i could say 'stop it’ before it overflows, isn’t that right?

Ghost Rule

"mayday!" feel free to berate me, if honesty seems like such a wonderful thing. hey "mayday!" bring down the gavel and seal my fate, i who've chosen to act spoiled to the end.

"mayday!" expose me for what i really am, for this world is about to meet its end! hey "mayday!" dance with me! did you actually realize "i" was never truly here to begin with?

Aitai-liens

you throwin’ around that “later!”, such a bitch ass move, you deserve happiness, not! bad-bye-bye still addicted, but actin’ stupid, and pretending to be a good girl, ha-ha!

“hello earthlings, aitai-lians, we are.” “love us, you did, aliens from afar, we are.” goodbye to “want you”, a loversaurus, i wanted you to be the hero of this story, you know.

shidou

Cosmic Rendezvous

everything i thought i did for you, it was actually all for me, to realize that now, i mean, how thick am i? here, take all of my oxygen, so in exchange, please please wake up.

i wanna dance with you, forever, i wanna poke fun and play, forever, this sucks so bad, this countdown to bye-bye, not long now till it runs out, fxxk. hey, take me with you to the other side, “together forever” like on a playground, laugh around but seriously, what’s up with my wish not coming true? fxxk.

mahiru

Otogibanashi / Fakery Tale

the space between today and yesterday, a slightly lonely place, a somewhat kind and gentle one as well, i want to go there.

you appear countless times, crying as you say “goodbye”...

if it all became a lie, that would be just fine, that goodbye you said while having shed those tears. don’t cry with that ashamed face, i want to forget it all and go back, i beg of you...

Zombies

“i want to die, i want to die” but wait, you’re already dead! but “i miss you, i miss you” won’t disappear. pain, pain, doesn’t go away, tell me why, tell me why? only loneliness remains.

waha! we’re zombies, zombies!

stitch the wounds, apply the honey, 100 times, outfit to fall in love; rub the wounds, suck the honey, 100 times, i want to fall in love!

kazui

Pseudo-Hope Syndrome

okay, i will be more responsible, so please don’t abandon me. i can’t even remember how many pinky promises i made with you, oh no, i can’t move anymore, how many pinkies do i have to cut off? i just started to realize now.

it’s okay to shed some tears if you wish to, and if it eases the pain, let’s dilute today with tears. how many times do i have to repeat this?

oh, i was so naive.

Relationship Scramble

in that case, we might as well go the distorted route, as that feels more right. it still hurts so much even now, with no sign of going away. i yearned so much for that "correctness," to the point that it breaks me down. next time, i'll just continue hiding my true desires and pushing forward with my false love, for someone's sake.

amane

Dilemma

take that! bang bang bang! don’t play around, how much i’ve done for you, you probably don’t even know, you don’t even know, you don’t even want to know.

take that! bang bang bang! you’ll go to hell, why don’t you say something? but can’t go back, we can’t come back. heal it, heal it, the after-effects of your “love”

this one sided love is tough, please text me later the instructions to forget you.

Poison Apple

you say no, but you say you love me, i can’t keep up. you’re the one who took your leave, hey, are you out of your mind?

you make me laugh with your “sorry”, serves you right, always self-centered. on a different note, your tear-stained face, it kinda tickles me the right way.

no more, not any more, you really should stop. no more, not any more, i’d get so ripe. i just can’t!

mikoto

(Not) A Devil

the maliciousness of the quote “it’s for your own good”, salaries exploited by the line “your dreams will come true”, ah, highly addictive things always hide a trap. my soul’s been reaped, how nasty, how nasty.

my radiant halo is closing in around my neck, it loosens when i lie, i can’t call out "sos". let’s cover it up in white paint, let's get lost in the parts we're playing, it gets easier when you lie, go on, try it!

My Name Is (this one is mostly vibes)

recently i’ve been saying it over and over, you know. that name of yours, it’s not a lie, is it? recently it was like: 'i’m sorry, ah, you are?' “i won’t tell you my name!”

my name is… my name is… my name is nowhere to be found. my name… my name… wishing that no one would call it out…

for some time i’ve been running away, from the tears of you that had become weak and lacking in courage. sinking into that montblanc, the sweet-toothed me had tried to make my escape.

kotoko

Mosquito

please give me a love like that, if you want to go further. you might say "no," but i’m not too sure. regardless, i can't stop anymore. you think that’d be a waste? can't you just weigh it in terms of the pros and cons?

if this is a dream, then you’re able to dream. the more certain things become, the cloudier it gets.

in the end, i'd much rather be alone, 'cause i don't need you anymore. i just can't taste your heart racing. in any case, in any case, you're the only one getting high, no?

[thesimulacrasimp]

I just watched the first 2 eps of hazbin hotel so im gonna shout out my thoghts abt it. There will be mostly my opinion abt voices and songs n few others things. There also will be screenshots so..

HAZBIN HOTEL EP 1-2 SPOILERS WARNING‼️

Ok so idk how to start it. Ig ill start with voices

I really like new Charlies voice and her character changes in general. She acts and sounds like a disney princess, but with swears. Shes not just some naive little girl now, SHES A DISNEY PRINCESS WHO CAN SWEAR :DDD

Ok is it just me or Angels voice sound like- exact same like in the pilot? Maybe its just me. But i actually like it! Idk what else to say srry

Ok, Alastor- u may not be agree with me but i dont like his new laugh. Everything else in the voice is okay but i just always really liked og Alastors laugh and now its kinda meh, im sorry

Adam is a freaking bastard n i dont like him as a character, but his voice is AMAZING, especially when he sings (his voice was literally made for metal songs), n its really befitting his character (also his little song was amazing too, my 2nd fav of all songs so far)

Sir Pentious' voice situation is kinda the same as Alastors. Im okay with it but i like the original one more.

I really like Velvettes voice its really befitting her! Well gotta say everyone from VVV have awesome voices that really befitting their characters.

Valentino (idk if i spelled his name correctly)--- as with Adam, I dont like his character (fuck abusive partners), but his voice is cool, its exactly how i expected him to sound like. The only thing i didnt expect is his accent which goes like: "UngRRRateful whoRRRe!! D:<" idk why its funny to me sorry--- Also as i said early his voice is really befitting that type of people whos actin like: "cmon babe come back, i miss youuuu 🥺🥺🥺💔💔" *5 secs later* "COME BACK U STUPID WHORE, U GREESY BITCH—,

and omg... Vox....... Yk why i saved him for last? Cuz im gonna talk bout him ALOT. I already really loved his voice when i first heard it in the trailer, but when he appeared on screen I JUST FEEL IN LOVE. Not only his voice by itself is amazing, BUT ITS ALSO BECOMES STATIC N GLITHES WHEN HES ANGRY❗❗

I WAS SO WORRIED WHEN IN TRAILER WE DIDNT HEAR HIS VOICE HAVING TV STATIC EFFECTS, BUT HE ACTUALLY DO!!! IM SO HAPPY ABT THAT!! AND OMG HIS CHARACTER IN GENERAL-- HES LITERALLY MY FAV CHARACTER SO FAR. I LOVE HIM WITH EVERY LITTLE PIECE OF MY HEART!! IF HE WONT BECOME A TUMBLR SEXYMAN I WILL BE FUCKING MAD.

ALSO DIDJA LISTEN TO HIS AND ALASTORS SONG IN EP 2??????? ITS FUCKING AMAZINGDD, THE BEST SONG SO FAR, ITS MADE LIKE A TV PROGRAMM IN THE BEGINNING N DOESNT EVEN HAVE RHYMES IN SOME PLACES AND THAT IS SOO COOL, IT MAKES IT ALL LOOK SO COOL N SPECIAL!!! LOOK AT SOME SCREENSHOTS OF IT!!!!!!!

(ok im gonna shut up now-)

Another thing i wanna talk about is how fucking TERRIFYING Alastors demon form looks. JUST LOOK AT IT. ITS SO FCKIN HORRIFYING

also i really didnt expect to see sir Pentious cry-- its actually made my heart melt.

And the last song is really cute ❤️

soooo yeah! thats my thoughts so far, I didnt wanna put my thoghts on lore cuz it would be too much spoilers. (also if i didnt talk about voices of some characters, that means i like them and/or okay with them)

My review/thoughts on eps 3-4

My review/thoughts on eps 5-6

My review/thoughts on eps 7-8

[ask-jamtheimp]

Day 6 of Regressuary

Theme: Crying

Characters: Jam @theogclownboy 's Toby, Zeek, and Ellie

Fandom: Helluva Boss/Helluvaverse

Summary: Toby talks to Jam about what happened and how he feels as well as better ways to deal with his social anxiety. Jam tries to help Zeek feel better.

Authors Note: This is a continuation from Day 5 so go read that if you haven't! Also this fic tackles things like social anxiety, panic attacks,autistic meltdowns and slight SH so if those topics are triggering to you please do not read and stay safe please.

Toby put Jam down on the floor. Jam was already shaking and crying. He was in so much trouble! He promised he didn't mean it! He can still remeber the feeling of his tail being pulled by all those bullies when he was younger he hated it! Toby could already tell Jam was stressed. And contrary to Jam's belief he wasn't angry either. He was just confused on what got him to act that way. "Jam. Kiddo your not in trouble okay? Papa just wants to know what happened between you and Zeek okay? I promise you aren't in trouble." He said as he took one of Jams hands in his. Through sniffles and sobs Jam was barley able to manage out "he-he pulled on my tawi an-and-and it-it was just wike when-when dey use ta do it befow! An-an i hate befow! I-i didn't wanna make him sad! I-i didn't I just hate dose mean-mean peoples! I don't-!!" He said before running short on breath. He was so utterly frustrated with himself. Every breath he took felt too shallow no matter what. He couldn't think straight his mind was just one loud scribble. He wanted it all to shut up so badly. Jam took both of his hands and balled them up into fists before hitting himself in the head with them. Hard. Immediately Toby grabbed his hands so he wouldn't do it again.

"Jam! Jam please-hey please don't do that...its not good its gonna hurt you bud. Look at me. Look at me please Jam." Toby said still as gently but as urgently as he could. Jam didn't have his panic attacks often but when he did they were bad. Although never this bad. He figured this mightve been a result of a meltdown and a panic attack at the same time. Quickly Toby hugged Jam tight to his chest to muffle any noise or light with his fluff and hoping that the texture would get him to calm down. What went from wailing and struggling to get his hands free to hit himself again calmed down to whimpery and hoarse crying and Jam's spent body. He mumbled into Toby's fur. "M bwoken papa...can't tawk ta no one wifout panickin n actin so so stupid! Imma dumb stupid head!" Toby cut him off quickly. "Jam you aren't you are the most lovely little tot I ever had the pleasure of meeting and caring for. The closest ive had to a son you hear me? You aren't stupid or dumb. You just seem to have social anxiety. And that's okay pup. We'll work through this and I'll be with you every step of the way okay?" Toby said as he gently pulled Jams face away from his fluff to wipe away his tears and gently kiss the top of his forehead. "I'm sorry you had to go through that in your past pup. But I promise your tail won't be pulled in that way again okay?" Toby gently asked as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and started to clean off Jams face and help him blow his nose. "Mhm.." Jam responded now feeling less manic and more tired.

After a little bottle break and a talk about ways to deal with big emotions and social anxiety Toby was recapping with Jam. "Okay and what do we do if someone we don't know, like Zeek does something we don't like?" "Ask him ta pwease no do dat. An tewll papa too if it make me feewl weally weally stwessed." Jam said, and was met with a pat on the head. "Smart boy! See? You pick up fast. What do you say now kiddo? Are you ready to go back out there? You don't have to play with Zeek if you don't want to. You can just stay with me until we go home if you'd like." "Nuh uh! I wanna say sowwy ta Zeek fow yellin n makin him cwy." Jam said as he messed with the sleeve on his sweater. "Well that's very mature of you bud. I'm sure he'll appreciate it." Toby said with a nod before heading back into the living room with a still crying Zeek and Ellie trying to rock him to calm down. "Oh dear are you two alright?" "Yes Ellie we're fine, although I think I should ask you if you and Zeek are doing alright..." "Oh yes im fine! He can just be a bit fussy sometimes is all. Exceptionally fussy." She said as she patted Zeeks back. Jam inched over to him although seemed to flinch when Ellie looked at him. "Oh, little one is there something the matter?" She asked when she noticed the little flinch at her gaze. "Um...youw not...not angey at me wight? M sowwy I yewlled weally loud an made zeek cwy. Papa says i have so-so-um...soso ant-diet-tea." Ellie chuckled at the littles mispronunciation and smiled. "Its alright little one, im not mad at all. Considering your reaction I know you didn't mean it. I could tell it was just a little mishap and thats okay! Mishaps happen sometimes. And im glad you apologized." She said with a gentle smile.

Jam felt a lot better now. Ms. Ellie seemed nice! He was glad she wasn't super angry at him. Although he had one last person to apologize to. But first he had to stop crying. Jam climbed up onto the couch next to Ellie and looked down at Zeek, he wasn't sure how to stop people from crying but he did know what Zeek liked. He dangled his tail in front of him and wagged it around a bit to have it jingle. Zeeks crying quieted down as he then looked up at Jam. "Oh it's working!" "That's my clever boy." Toby said approvingly as Zeek grabbed onto his tail again. Jam flinched hard and closed his eyes to remeber what Toby said. He wasn't grabbing his tail in a bad way, and Jam was bracing himself for pain that just never ever happened. No pulling, or name calling, or shouting. Just Zeek gently shaking his tail to make the jingling sound again. Jam allowed himself to relax and Zeek started giggling. "You go ding-ding!" He shouted and Jam smiled "Yeah! I go ding ding!" He agreed, now feeling a lot better that Zeek was feeling better. Zeek sat up and crawled off of Ellies lap and immediately hugged Jam. Jam was....confused at first but then slowly wrapped his arms around him to return said hug. He mumbled. "Um zeek...m sowwy dat I went all cwazy on you. Won't do it again I scout-pwomise." He said as he held up the symbol for scouts honor. Zeek laughed trying to copy it himself but not quite getting it right. "Dats a funny hand fingy! Buh it ok! I fowgibs you!" He said as he pulled back from the hug. Both caregivers looked at eachother relieved that everything had resolved calmly between the two. Ellie piped up "Are you two little ones hungry? I think its time for lunch." Both littles cheered before following behind her for a much needed lunchtime.

(Image by @theogclownboy )

TO BE CONTINUED ON DAY 7

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[milkvast]

**Undertale Yellow spoilers allert!!**

,

okay am gonna go crazy on this but hear me out,

I think ive realised that At this point Ceroba ,Chuujin and starlo and heck axis are in a repeated relationships to the point its not healthy for either of them

Why? Here’s explains (this is just stupid rambling dont take seriously)

You know those tumblr posts there’s always gonna  thay one person be someone over analysis, warning undertale yellow spoilers, So please read with cautious

But i think Axis Wouldve the results because i think theyre unable to give something axis doesn’t have Love, Or at least abandoned

Its been clearly explain that Axis And starlo they're both have unique In a way part with ceroba and chuujin story

Axis is what Choujin wanted to make in hopes That it can benefits the king, But what it lacks whats the show of affections

Like How Starlo wouldve wanted to keep up with hsi Sherif act for years beause he wanted ceroba to forget the case and pain of chujin

Like, The narrative story explained works because it was like, They're exentallt repeating the same thing, And they're, Okay maybe it won’t make sense but 

Like, Starlo clearly would do anything for his best friend so does ceroba but both are to blinded what each other wanted, they’ve hardly even talked nor discussed about it  

Like why can’t ceroba talked out with clover instead of starlo? Didn’t she at least thought of how He wouldve thought of his imput, i think it wouldve the result lack of communciations of theyre hiding something from each other, And its also the fact ceroba lured clover into lab well

and there's this pattern

Chuujin was blinded being out cast by the king

Ceroba was blinded by chuujin and Kanako’s loss that shes wiling to sacrifice clover to try attempted her goal, but even then she hesisted

Starlo was blinded in wanted to make ceroba happy to the point he's willing to chanfe his name to north star question why he hadn’t pulled trigger on clover (which mean would he be okay with ceroba doing monster hard hint hint like cerabo with Chuujin)

Axis was blinded being shutdown, Ad probably result him being killer robot or abandoned down there

Heck Ceroba wouldn’t mind even starlo played sherif acts along for years, because she thought he seemed happier, But i don’t think it wouldve healthy for both of them

Okay okay sorry gettin ahead but am serious, Is like there’s a repeat pattern that theyre all just

The narrative of the undertale yellow of these charas were  are insanely good hrghhhh

By picture below, you can prob tell she's been people pleaser by trying to do in chujin ways, They're not perfect but it doesn't mean theyre trying hard either

is similar to starlo maybe moving onto, But it doesn't mean they can't stop being friends either

you know how Ceroba notice how Chuujin been actin different and maybe she's doing the best she could, to the point its been eatimg her up

Seemed like patterns repeat itself on how he's gettin mighty with caught human, hoping it'll solve problem