#mei’s head canons :)

[miscellaneousrenaissant]

BEHOLD

*:･ﾟ✧ Neijack x Izutsumi *:･ﾟ✧

From the Meijack ships poll : [x]

[thatonezodiacfan]

I haven't posted in a while so here’s one of my folders in my notes app dedicated to lmk :)

a lot of people head canon that macaque smells like mango’s or plums or whatever stone fruit you associate him with but I think it would really awesome if he smelled like curry 24/7, it is in fact the only thing he knows how to make. AND HES GREAT AT IT. I think it would be really funny if he smelled like a whole thanksgiving, he smells like curry and can’t get rid of it. 

-Now realizing that in the first episode in lmk Monie king took some of mks powers away so he could learn better, right? We never see swk give them back (and YES he did say Mk COULD get them back). Bro defeated LBD without his extra power not even MONKIE KING could beat her. IMAGINE WHAT MK COULD DO WITH HIS FULL POWER. LIKE CMON.

-i think that it would be cool if when Mac and swk were younger they would have a bad habit of when they talk they would get so rapped up in the situation and find themselves REALLY close to eachother and old habits die hard I guess because skip forward to Mk times and I  think they would still sometimes find themselves do that and immediately get REALLY embarrassed 

Lmk coping mechanisms: 

macaque: online shopping while murdering someone    

Swk:He brushes his teeth, peach in mouth, struggling to yell at the cardboard cutout

Tang’s  is going to the noodle shop, and yes I’m insinuating that he’s stressed all the time

Sandys would be making collars for his cats, some cats have 2-3 collars because of this

Mk’s: he doesn’t have one, he bottles it up 

Mei: she would go to one of those rooms where you can pay to break stuff

Bai he: she talks to macaque, he braids her hair while she rants, or they’re making curry

Redson: he makes little robots or he works on his cars that have atleast one epic transformation 

[imminent-danger-came]

do you have any fun mk and mei thoughts you’d like to share?

I feel like I'm not good at coming up with head canons, so take this sketch of MK and Mei instead:

[c0rpsedemon]

the thing about the queer media tournament that really gets me is that last i checked there wasn't a single mxtx work on it. like not even the untamed made it in and don't get me wrong the og mo dao zu shi books are huge but cql is def more popular among tumblr circles. idk it just really rubs me the wrong way how every single piece of western media that ppl have ever gotten a lil bit aggressive abt shipping with is there and then for east asian media there's utena and madoka magica and the handmaiden and last i checked that was pretty much it. and then for the rest of the world there's next to/nothing but idk enough to really make judgements there.

[friccinfricks]

Joe Elliott x Reader head canons: penpals edition

- of course when the guys go on tour, you and Joe have an agreement to try to call at least three or four times a week, especially right before he goes on stage

- but sometimes those short phone calls aren’t enough to get everything out that you need to say to each other (keep in mind, these are international tours we’re referring to)

- so before the tour, you and Joe sit down over (what was supposed to be just one, turns into three) coffee and go over all the different hotels he’ll be at, explicit addresses, and the exact dates.

- it brings a smile to your face, watching how intently he sifts through piles and piles of paperwork, just so he can be sure you’ve got a mailing address “just in case” you decide you want to mail him a letter.

- it’s February of 1983 and the band will be in America for over two months, and with the tour starting in England, you plan on clinging onto him and finding ways to pop in at his hotels when it’s not too much trouble to get there

- but as you go over the list, you realize how exact and precise your planning will have to be in order to get a letter to him. it’s daunting. they’ll be in an entirely new city, oftentimes state, every. single. night.

- he seems excited just to have had the conversation with you, though. he’s eager to maintain this new, sprouting relationship with you, despite the ever-approaching tour. three months is a long time to be away, but knowing you’ll be back home waiting for him makes his heart leap.

- in actuality, he has already started writing letters to you. he started just weeks after you met, but felt too bashful to actually send them, seeing as you went on dates every weekend and he tried to come over on nights when you’d had an excruciating long day at work and were in no circumstance to cook for yourself

- so now he’s found the perfect excuse to show you in writing, what his words have always wanted to tell you.

- ah, but you’ve got a little trick up your sleeve too, don’t you?

- you’ve got a friend in texas whose got a friend in the international airlines and you’ve landed yourself not just a ticket across the pond, but a few nights in Dallas, perfectly in time for just when Def Leppard’ll be playing.

- but you love seeing how excited Joe is. it thrills you knowing that at least every once in a while, you’ll get a letter from him.

- and so it begins.

- after starting the tour in Europe, you find a way to go to the airport with the boys and see them off.

- Phil and Sav are both making vomiting noises when they see Joe plant a tender, but firm kiss on your lips, to which you both respond to by giving them each the middle finger

- you watch as the five of them board the plane, Joe boarding last, and giving you a final wave.

- it’s bittersweet, only because you sent a letter to their first hotel a week and a half ago and alreadr made sure that they’d received it. Joe was absolutely thrilled when at check in, their tour manager walked over and said, “I don’t know how, but you’ve got a piece of mail.”

- much to your surprise, when you go home that day, you notice a thick envelope on your doorstep

- it’s not got any postage or any indication that it went through the postal service, so you’re trepedatious to open it

- you just smile and sigh in contentment when you look inside, seeing tons of hand written notes, all addressed to you as, “Y/N, my beloved,”

- there are poems, doodles, lists, photographs, a little bit of everything.

- one of the last notes you find says, “I’m sorry for the creepy delivery, I just had to be sure you got it today! specifically, today!”

- a few days later, you get your first call from America.

“Y/N!”

“Hmm, who is this? you sound so… American.”

“Oh, how funny.”

“Hello, Joe.”

“Hello, Y/N.” you can hear all sorts of sudden noises in the background now, mostly exclamations of your name.

“Hi, everyone.” you giggle. you hear a thump and a bit of static.

“Y/N, hi- it’s Rick. please, you have to tell Joe to shut up. I speak for everyone when I say he cannot stop lamenting over-”

“Lamenting? who are you? shakespeare? give me a fuckin break. Y/N, don’t listen to him. he’s a liar and a thief.” you hear Joe distantly in the background.

“Lamenting over how just heartbrokenly lonely he is.” this time it’s Steve who chimes in.

“It’s as if the man has never used his hand before.”

“Bollocks!”

you can’t contain your laughter, it just keeps rolling out of you, your sides hurt as you gasp for air.

- all of the calls right before shows are like this

- some, however, are made from hotel bedrooms, and include much more… explicit, dirty conversation.

- you listen intently as Joe tells you all of his most wild, urgent thoughts. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body as you obey his commands through the phone receiver, accompanied by stern reminders that you have to be quiet, as you wouldn’t want to disturb your neighbors on the other side of your flat’s walls.

- it’s fair. you’ve had it coming, after all. with every new letter sent, there includes a page full of paragraphs of the most raw, animalistic urges you’ve had in his absence.

- and the pictures. oh, the pictures.

- Joe loses his mind every time you send him a new polaroid of some shocking nude pose you’ve gotten yourself into.

- the letters continue throughout the entire tour, back and forth, as do the calls.

- and let’s just say when you show up at his Dallas hotel room an hour before he checks in, clad in a mini skirt, a button up a few sizes too small, and a smile, he goes absolutely feral.

[sea-starrzz]

MEI DRAGON shes literally so cool

plus two little dragonfruit doodles just cuzzz

[urfavisaromantic]

mei hatsume is frayromantic!

also known as ignataromantic, frayromantic is defined as when someone only experiences romantic attraction towards those they are not deeply connected with, and lose that attraction as they get to know the person.

source: aromantics wiki.

[icewitcher]

*Inhale*

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THE WOMAN WHO MARRIED THE ELF PINK JESUS OF HI3RD, THE GOLDEN DIVA OF OF THE PREVIOUS ERA AND THE PERSON BEHIND THE FUNDING OF 95% OF THE MOTHS AND FLAMECHASERS OPERATIONS/PLANS FOR HUMANITY, EDEN OF THE GOLD SIGNET !!!

[feliciadraws]

Thinking about how Waka's trauma must affect his relationship with Mei very often has me like

[cocolacola]

it's 3 am and i am deeply invested in the fanon i have created for myself with my various evil british people shows

[thedoormann]

Are you okay with aus/ head cannons of your ocs?

AUs are my beloved I love AUs

Headcanons are ok too as long as they're respectful towards what is canon. My ocs are very personal to me and I put alot of thought into every aspect of who they are so as long as you're respectful its ok! I only say this because I've had people joke about making ooc headcanon stuff canon and it always makes me uncomfortable lol

[qualityrain]

I too am cn dub truther, I play gi and hsr on cn, I'm chinese. I definitely prefer cn owl, ana and raven. I think their cn voices match their characters (that i made up mostly) more.

My backstories for ana and owl are kinda edgy and incredibly elaborate, especially owl's. So it's kinda embarrassing to talk about them.

I'll start off with some of my less unhinged hcs.

Ana's mother is cecilia's younger sister. Which makes her kiana's cousin.

Owl loves horror movies. He's also a massive gaming nerd, he's really good at it too. Ana also loves video games and has a natural talent for it.

Owl would never admit it out right, but he thinks of raven as a friend of sort. He knows about raven's probably dead brother and has told raven about his probably dead sister. But they never bring it up again.

This is less a hc and more me choosing to ignore canon. But I think that ana and owl should have been allowed to talk to each other. So I will just say that after manila, they didn't meet face to face until the coral arc. But they did kept in contact with one another, mostly cuz ana felt guilty but she still genuinely enjoys owl's company.

Also I think that both of them are kinda pathetic wet cats with tons of repression. On top of being a qpr, t4t, they are also girlfailure x boyloser.

A FELLOW CN DUB TRUTHER,,,,,and also a gi hsr player??????? i used to pray for times like this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,when i found out childe(another character i like) and owl have the same va i lost my shit then when hsr leaked my friend messaged me to tell me that dh and owl sound the same 😭😭😭

ana and kiana being cousins!!!! so true funnier when their names rhyme w each other. I do not know if its ever mentioned in game but in honkai wiki it says kianas like 20? which means shes like 2 years older than ana so it would be cute if ana was named after kiana

the way that “did you know flareon is the only fire type pokemon that cannot use solar beam?” meme has been living in my head constantly for owl @ ana 😭😭 esp when that year was 2015 so gen 7 wasnt out yet but in 2017 gen 7 came out and flareon is now no longer the only fire type pokemon that cannot use solar beam!!

owl is a major gaming nerd so true!!!!i think owl and ana would play those 2 player fps games at the arcade. (cringe coincidence story is how i hc owl as a filipino and im a big mlbb esports fan esp to this one team and had a whole crack ws officer mlbb au and then last yr that esports team had a new rookie whose ign is owl)

OUGHHHH RAVEN AND OWL BEING SOMEWHAT FRIENDS,,,,,,,,,,i wish there was more screentime between them because i think their relationship is so interesting,,,,,,,,,like theres so many interesting commonality between them to explore,,,,,the whole probably dead sibling thing,,,,,,,(esp in er when its implied that owl met sakura,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,mhy u make the flamechaser w a dead little sister meet the ws officer w a dead little sister and not elaborate???????????(granted idt sakura knew her sister was dead at that point in time(probably???))) and the whole implication that owl and raven do talk outside missions with the whole “that S rank valk again?”,,,,,ik raven complains about rita to owl every time they meet,,,,,

ignoring canon is my hobby when it comes to ana and owl i havent rewatched chap 19 in a year and i like to think it doesnt exist other than rimestar because i think rimestar is cool (also actually really salty they couldve made a HoStars owl design!!!!!! ok cowards!!!(ik its too much effort for a side character)) you are so right ana and owl should be allowed to talk to each other more!!!!! imo i think they talked more when owl was at the hospital or smth because the dude was like buried under a building and ana only left after he was discharged or smth. but also them keeping in contact 🥺🥺 bet they had cute contact names for each other

you are soooo right ana and owl are a girl failure and boy loser ship!!! ana is the sole survivor of her squad twice and then the second time kills her squad and others (unintentionally) and owl is unable to protect the ppl he cares about twice and has to watch them die!!!! they are terrible at their roles and even worse at communicating mhy when will they be happy (they are not present in the da capo scene with everybody alive and happy)

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO NICE

Its that time once again bois

These ones area little more slice-of-life esque but lmk headcannons are lmk heacannons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Sun Wu Kong cannot fall asleep unless he has something to curl around

- Red Son, Jin, and Yin are the only demons who brush their teeth

- Not matter where or when he falls asleep Macaque will ALWAYS wake up at 2:30 am to get a glass of water

- Pigsy sleeps with a stuffed animal(s)

- MK has the uncanny ability to always tell if his cereal has extra sugar in it

- MK also puts his milk before his cereal

- Macaque will make fun of Sun Wu Kong for being egotistical and loving his self image, but every time he passes by a mirror he’ll stop and stare at his reflection with an odd sense of pride. He likes the way he looks, what he looks like now shows how the past has shaped his current decisions, personality and morality. And he’s okay with that.

- Mei loves things that are shaped like pentagons

- Sun Wu Kong likes painting his claws so he can feel the paint come off when he scratches things

- Red Sons favorite color isn’t red, it’s purple because once you heat something to just the right temperature the flame is purple.

- Sandy is terrified of preying mantises

- Sun Wu Kong wraps his tail around literally everything he can get his hands on. This includes and is not limited to: Mo, MK, Mei’s arm, Tang’s waist, Pigsy’s hand, Sandy, and finally: Macaque’s tail.

- MK folds little paper crowns in his free time and because he makes too many he gives them to the monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountian

- Sandy taught Pigsy how to fish

- Macaque likes to watch Telenovelas and he and Wu Kong accidentally have the same favorite show

- Pigsy’s favorite music to record lyrics for is metal because of how much he has to force his voice out of his comfort zone

- Mei had to carry MK home from a gay bar because he got too drunk and started crying when one of the drag queens patted him on the head

- Red Son makes his own jewelry and made a ring that was too small for him, so he ‘conveniently dropped it’ when he was fighting with MK

- Sun Wu Kong’s pupils dilate when he sees MK, Macaque, and his monkey subjects

- MK quotes vines when he makes food (or tries to)

- Jin and Yin think the Boston Tea party was when a bunch of Americans sat down and had tea in the middle of the ocean

- Sun Wu Kong doesn’t understand how the fuck soda dispensers work

(^These things)

- Pigsy knows how to professionally throw knives

- Red Son didn’t know that you put ice on wounds to stop them from swelling

- DBK and Iron Fan are competitive with their front yard holiday decorations and they yearly strive to be better then their neighbors

- Macaque uses a shadow arm that sprouts from his back to hold his drinks when he’s walking or doing something important

- All of the spiders don’t know how to write and Syntax only knows how to type (This makes sense especially with how complicated Chinese is and how typing it is WAY easier)

- DBK is dyslexic

- Sun Wu Kong actually knows English really well and Mei took English classes in high school + college

- Mei dropped out of college but kept learning because she became friends with many of the teachers and they offered to teach her for free in their spare time

- Macaque thinks school is terrible and has a reputation among the demon community for making every school he comes across, shut down

- Macaque loves spinning chairs and cannot get dizzy (ty @mischiefmelody​ for the idea B)

- MK actually HATES pastries with a burning passion (he thinks ppl put too much vanilla in them and they’re too sweet) but he never says anything about it bc he doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings

- Pigsy, Tang, Red Son, Mei, and Macaque all snore (from loudest to quietest)

- Macaque likes to hum, and often subconsciously sings harmonies and leads for instrumental songs he hears

- One late night MK walked into the main room of the airship to get a cup of water. It was about 3 in the morning, he turned the lights on, and he scared himself because he thought the lights weren’t as bright.

“Ugh- gods it so late, I’m thirsty too this sucks-“

*turns on light*

“AHH- wha- why did I get scared?! What did I think was going to happen I t- I literally turned on the lights what the fuck- cmon MK get it together,”

*Grabs his water and leaves*

Wu Kong who was pretending to be asleep on the couch: PFFFFT-

- Mei was gonna teach Wu Kong how to ride a motorcycle but she got on and Wu Kong was like “aight I got this” and then proceeded to race Mei and get SUPER close to beating her so I’m an order to preserve Wu Kong’s life from getting yeeted of he wins, MK decides that motorcycle riding is banned from future events including the Monkey King

- Sandy can see people’s aura and he uses it as a way to help his therapy sessions go smoother and more comfortably (ex: seeing whether or not someone is in the right headspace to talk about something, or seeing whether or not this person is ready to be consoled or if they need to process things on their own for now)

- While the Journey to the West was a thing the deities in the celestial realm treated the thing as a Telenovela and every week they’d “tune in” to an episode lmao

- Absolutely everyone sucks at math. Not a SINGLE person knows how to do anything than Geometry I

- Red Son is terrible at everything EXCEPT for proofs. He can speed run those because ofc he can mans builds things for a living lmao

-MK loves eating little mozzarella balls and multiple things have resulted from this. 

1) Mei will never stop making the “haha u like balls” joke 

2) Red Son started questioning his life choices when he opened MK’s fridge and saw four of these fuckers taking an ENTIRE shelf for themselves. MK is such a menace lmao

3) Macaque tries them and develops a crippling addiction. The only thing he eats more than these fucking things are his favorite fruits.

[satoruxx]

thinking about since canonically Geto is more popular with girls than Gojo he’s gotten used to them looking past him to get to Geto but what if Gojo and Geto are out for drinks with the other teachers one night and he gets approached by the reader but he thinks she’s just coming over to ask him for Geto’s number and so he prepares his ‘responsible best friend’ act and then SHE ASKS ABOUT HIM INSTEAD, ALL BLUSHY AND STUFF BECAUSE HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA BRUSH HER OFF

AHH I LOVE HIM SM 😔😔😔

pairing: gojo satoru x reader | 1k words summary: fluff, pining, reader is a simp but same, satoru is a good wingman but he needs attention too, au ig bc suguru's alive LMAO, idiots in love? rheya's note: oh my god shut up this is so cute and YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT??? i can just imagine that he's gotten so used to judging whether or not the person is even worth suguru's attention before deciding to pass on his info...and after a while his brain just defaults to thinking that everyone wants suguru but he FORGETS that there are gojo girlies out there (me asf) !! thanks for the ask nonnie babes i love this idea so so much <33

OK SO

it's obvious that there are quite a few women at the bar eyeing the group. young, attractive teachers spending an evening trying to relax and take their minds off of the stress of jujutsu work. nanami is in deep conversation with shoko about something while ijichi quietly listens. further down the table utahime is quietly sipping her drink while mei mei orders another. shoko makes a comment and suguru bursts into unabashed laughter.

the flush of alcohol dusts over each of their cheeks, but satoru remans the only one who has barely touched his glass, the sting of the bitterness a little too harsh for him to enjoy. he opts for instead letting his eyes roam over the faces in the crowd, taking little notice of all the eyes and smiles sent in their direction.

well until he notices you anyway.

you're already looking in his direction curiously, face illuminated by the dim lighting of the bar as your friends giggle around you. when his eyes lock with yours, you immediately tear your gaze away, trying to play it off by immediately delving into conversation, though satoru can tell that there's a flush crawling up your neck now.

he doesn't look away though, too caught up in the crinkle of your eyes and the smile lines that grace your face as you laugh at something. a minute later you're looking back in their direction, and when you catch him staring, you turn away yet again.

satoru glances to his side, knowing that you're probably watching suguru take a sip of his drink and most likely falling for his charming smile.

typical and so predictable.

some time passes like this. you'll look, and turn away, and satoru will watch you do it over and over again. it isn't until a while later that satoru catches your friends pushing your shoulders and giggling, and he knows that they're urging you to come up and ask about suguru. you're shaking your head, the nervousness clear as day as your brows pinch. but eventually you succumb to peer pressure and stand up from your table, taking anxious strides towards him.

and usually, satoru will make a face or turn his back or do something to look as unapproachable as possible. because almost every person who comes up asking for suguru's contact info has been obnoxious as hell.

but you're quite pretty and you look sweet enough, and he doesn't think it'd be right to deter you.

suguru would probably like you too.

so satoru decides to let you try at least, and if you seem to be as nice as you look maybe he'd bridge the gap between you and his best friend.

you make your way up to him, and as soon as he finally gets a good look at you he's thinking you're a lot prettier up close.

dammit.

"hi," you say, face hot as you try your best to maintain steady eye contact with him. you look so nervous, fidgeting with the fabric of your clothes as you attempt to strike up conversation, and he doesn't have it in him to watch you struggle.

"yeah i can give you his number," he says, voice clipped as he tries to hide the disappointment in it. you watch him grab a napkin and begin scribbling something down, confusion clear as he hands you the digits.

"um…?" you look at the napkin and then at him. "sorry, whose number is this?"

satoru balks, lips parting as he mirrors your confusion. "uh…suguru's? the guy behind me?"

realization dawns on your face and you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"oh actually," you suck your teeth nervously, trying to hide behind an awkward little smile. "i came to talk to you."

satoru can only blink, cerulean eyes widening behind his glasses as he stares at you in surprise.

you take his silence as a bad sign, shoulders dropping and embarrassment settling in your frown as you look anywhere but his face. "s-sorry if that's weird. i don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything so-"

he's grinning before he can stop himself, heart dangerously swelling with affection as he motions toward the empty stool next to him. "not weird at all."

the pleasant surprise on your face makes him bite back a chuckle, and you take the seat. "huh...i wasn't expecting you to be okay with it."

satoru raises a brow curiously, tilting his head. "why not?"

you shrug with a careless grin. "i had a feeling you were gonna brush me off from the moment i first looked over."

satoru winces, and he can practically feel suguru's knowing smirk on his back. he chooses to ignore that for now, eyes trailing over the mirth in your expression, and he can only smile helplessly. "no way in hell."

your laugh comes instantly, sweet and bright, and you take it as a sign to continue talking. satoru listens on, sipping his drink to hide his giddy smile and ignoring the sting of bitterness once again.

honestly, with the amount of sweetness he's just found, satoru would tolerate as much bitterness as he needed to.

[fushitoru]

I am sooo going to write a fic where reader and satoru have been married (canon universe). you’ve seen his mental health deteriorate because of the higher ups and how he’s perceived as a weapon and is a weapon. satoru’s mental health has been descending for a very long time, and by the end, when you’re soullessly watching his dead body projected by mei mei’s crows, you blankly volunteer to be next.

your life has no purpose. you and satoru were never able to get the life you deserve. you don’t last very long fighting sukuna, and you die, praying to whatever merciless god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deserved—-

you wake up from your dream, gasping. you don’t know why it was so vivid; all you remember is that you were some kind of magician? like winx club? and you had a husband and he WAS SMOKING HOT. also both of you died and you were kind of sad, because he was hot :(

so—as a college student—you head to your first lecture of junior year. you’ve decided to switch majors and have to take this dumb math class that’s a gen ed and is filled with people. so you take one of two empty spots remaining.

the lecture goes on, until professor rolls his eyes and suddenly everyone’s heads is turned towards the door, so you just follow the crowd. and there he is.

a boy with the most stunning white hair and sheepish blue eyes giving a charming grin, yelling out something snarky while taking his seat, some people dapping him up as he makes his way to the only seat—-the one next to you.

as he’s setting his stuff down, and he turns to look at you. blinks.

A breathless, “Hi.”

And then, your story begins again.

[friccinfricks]

Joe Elliott x Reader: penpals edition, pt 2

WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

SUPER DIRTY, DELINQUENT SMUT

MINORS DNI, 18+ EXCLUSIVE

nsfw content warning: (relatively) light bdsm, overall rough sex

- “oh… oh my god.”

- you’ve checked in early and made a mental note of the amenities in the hotel, particularly the spacious bathtub with jets.

- after the night you’re planning to have, you’ll definitely be looking forward to a hot bath. you hope so, at least

- the king sized bed sat across from a closet, which had sliding doors that also functioned as a mirror. you couldn’t help but smile when you saw yourself, completely in black, your skirt riding up and the buttons on your blouse clinging for dear life.

- you assured yourself, yes, tonight would be memorable in all the right ways.

- you also took note of the two silky white bathrobes that hung on the bathroom door. you wondered if you should change into one now, but after another once over, concluded that no, if you wanted the night ahead of you to be rough, it would be best to dress the part.

- sex with Joe wasn’t always rough, in fact it could be quite intimate and gentle, but lately you’d both been craving something animalistic.

- in the letters you’d written to each other, Joe detailed his hunger to you

- how badly he wanted to dig his hands into your hips as he fucked the living hell out of you.

- to hold you down and-

- just drill into you.

- you told him how much you ached for his touch, how badly you needed to feel him.

- you both thought about it constantly.

- you could already feel heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about those letters, previous nights, and the night that was right in front of you.

- you sighed and reached into your duffle bag, pulling out a book as you waited.

- and waited.

- and waited.

- and then you heard it, the sound of the lock turning, the flip of the light switch to the entry light. the shuffling of shoes and bags

- he did a double take when he saw you, curled on top of the duvet, book in hand. you made eye contact, an absolute shit eating grin on your face.

- “oh… oh my god.” he said it so softly, you weren’t even sure you heard him correctly.

- “Y/N!” he nearly shouted, dropping his bags and running towards you as you got up from the bed.

- “Joey!” he embraced you tightly, his hair and skin still slightly damp from the post-show shower.

- “How are you here?” he asked, just before he kissed you tenderly.

- “It’s… a lo…ng story.” you mustered between drawn out, increasingly wet and intense kisses.

- “I’m so happy you’re here.” he said softly. you felt him smirking against your lips, before he nipped at your bottom one and moved his hand from your lower back to your ass, quickly massaging it before giving it a brisk smack

- you leaned further into him, hissing air through your teeth, but humming satisfactorily as you felt him massage the spot again.

- before you could protest, Joe picked you up from your waist and tossed you on the bed.

- he climbed on top of you, purposefully placing one of his knees between your thighs.

- he sucked on your lip and moved down to your neck, clinging onto any skin he could.

- fuck, you’d missed this.

- suddenly, he stopped, pulled back and said, “Ah, love, I’m so sorry. I’ve needed to pee since before I got here.”

- you chuckled as you sat up, “go on, then.”

- “right. sit right there. and you know what?” he paused, leaned in and whispered in your ear. “I know you’re wet. why don’t you get us started?”

- he kissed your cheek and hopped off of you, quickly retreating to the bathroom. after a few minutes, you heard the faucet start and stop, the lock click, and he emerged.

- in his hand he held both of the belts to the silk robes, a smirk spreading across his face when your eyes met his.

- his eyes alone ravaged your body, taking in the sight of you leaning against the pillows with a hand tucked under your skirt, teasing your own entrance and clit.

- you sucked in a breath of air when he came back out, wearing only his boxers, with a very obvious outline of his raging erection.

- “Oh baby, do not expect to be let off easy tonight. not when you’ve shown up dressed in this.”

- you whimpered as he moved in on you, grabbing your wrist before replacing your fingers with his, and bringing your hand to his mouth. he gently sucked on them, closing his eyes in a tiny expression of ecstasy.

- “mmm, no panties?”

- “fuck” you whispered, ignoring his question as his index finger circled your entrance.

- “hmm? what’s that?”

- “I said fuck.”

- “Oh, I could have sworn you said, ‘please, fuck me like a slut.’”

- “That’s what I meant.”

- he smiled at you, before inserting a finger inside of you.

- he pumped it quickly, then added a second.

- by this point, you’re instinctively squeezing around his fingers, gripping the sheets around you and trying your best to stay quiet.

- “honey, did you bring your…?”

- your vibrator. you did, it’s sitting in your bag at the foot of the bed, but your ability to say all of that is highly impaired.

- you nod your head.

- “You did? where is it?”

- “it’s… it’s ov-”

- “words baby, use your words.” he says, feigning ignorance as he continuously curls his fingers up into your g-spot.

- “it’s over there, in my bag.”

- “thank you, love.”

- he pulls his fingers out and instead shoves them in your mouth this time. you make a small, muffled gasp as you taste yourself.

- “turn around, please.”

- “what?”

- “around. now.”

- he slides off of you and the bed as you sit up further and turn around, resting on your knees.

- he helps you slip your blouse off, soon followed by your skirt.

- another brisk smack against your ass.

- “hands.”

- you slowly place your hands behind your back, and are immediately met with the cold touch of silk being wrapped around your wrists, then tied exceptionally tightly.

- not that you have any desire to escape, you instinctively start to struggle once you feel the knot secured.

- “tsk tsk tsk. you’re not getting out this time.”

- you sighed as you felt his warm hands move your hair away from your neck

- he placed a soft kiss and reminded you, “just tell me if you need me to stop, okay? if it’s too much just tell me.”

- you nodded, he kissed your neck again, and muttered, “good.”

- you then felt the second silk belt wrap around your head and your eyes, looping twice to ensure its placement

- you felt Joe’s hands guide your shoulders to turn you back around and lean you into the pillows

- he kissed your cheek and whispered, “be a good girl and sit still for me, hmm?”

- you nodded

- “words.”

- “yes.”

- “yes what?”

- “yes sir.”

- a second kiss on the cheek

- you felt him walk away and soon heard him rummaging through your bag

- “oh, you dirty girl.”

- the vibrator started buzzing.

- you felt the bed shift as he sat down on it, he smacked the side of your thigh harshly.

- “go on, open up.”

- you listened and quickly parted your legs

- you didn’t last long.

- after just minutes you were squirming under his touch as he increased the intensity, pressing harder into your clit, arching your back when he added a surprise finger

- Joe loved making you shake like this, he found so much satisfaction in watching you unravel at his fingertips

- before long, you were softly whimpering, “Joe, please. I’m close”

- as soon as he heard this, he immediately turned off the vibrator and removed his fingers

- “what the fuck?!”

- he tossed the vibrator aside and shoved his fingers in your mouth again,

- “it’s my turn.”

- “your turn?” you mumbled against his finger tips

- “mhm.” he took them out of your mouth and took off the blindfold

- “hello again, sunshine.” he said softly, smiling

- “hello my dear.”

- he grabbed your hips and moved you further down on the bed, lifting them slightly as he aligned your entrance with the tip of his cock

- he leaned in and thrust his hips forward slightly, entering

- you both hitched your breath as he sank into you

- “shit, you’re so fucking tight.”

- “no, you’re so fucking big.”

- you both chuckled.

- “we’ll call it even, then.”

- after that, it was intense, hot, and fiery.

- he moved you into all sorts of positions,

- while in doggy, he turned you around to make you face the mirror so that you could watch him pound into you.

- during the transition from doggy to putting you on top of him, he removed your silky bonds so that you could hold onto his shoulders

- neither one of you could have said how long he’d been plowing into you, but you’d finished on his cock twice before you felt his hips start to stutter from beneath you

- “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. oh my god, I am going to fucking fill you to the brim.” he said through gritted teeth as he looked up at you

- you nodded and said, “do it.”

- immediately after you felt him finish twitching inside of you, you slid off and collapsed next to him

- in the dim lighting you watched the outline of his chest move up and down with each breath, yours doing the same

- he turned his head to smile at you, “thank you, my dear.”

- you laughed and said, “the pleasure is all mine.”

- he kissed your forehead and sat up, his smile disappearing when he noticed your neck

- “what’s wrong?”

- “um… do you have a problem with wearing turtlenecks everyday to work for a few days…?”

- your smile grew larger as you watched a blush run across his cheeks

- “no, not even a little bit.”

- “good.” his smile returned.

- soon after, he insisted on carrying you to the bathroom so that you could clean up and take a warm bath together

- you sighed contently as you leaned against his chest, your head fitting perfectly against his shoulder.

- “so, tell me about your trip.”

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