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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 6

Yes, my darlings, you read that right. I promised I would get back on this one once I was done with In the Midnight Hour and admittedly I did get side tracked for a week doing the Valentine’s fics, once that was out of my head I have written almost 7000 new words for this story. I went from half way through this one to a few hundred words into part 10. So yeah. Expect to see this one updated fairly regularly. I haven’t given up on Star Child I’m just trying to decide which direction the next part should take.

Also on the tagging, I HAVE REACHED MY HARD AND FAST LIMIT OF 50. I love the response this story has gotten. I do. I love you all. I love every reply, like, and reblog. It brings me so much joy, you don’t even know. But tagging is hard for my ADHD brain. I have gone up from 20 to 30 and finally 50 as my system improved but I think if I do any more than that I’ll go insane. So any future tagging requests will be ignored. Sorry.

The best way to keep update on these stories is follow me and set me on notifications. I rarely do a lot of reblogging these days (too busy churning out stories like whoa), so more often then not a post will be a story. I try to post at least once a day (some times twice if I’m trying to rush through the posting a bit like I did to make sure the Valentine fic got out in time without making people wait on Vamp!Eddie), just never at set time.

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They all met up by the fountain in the middle of the mall. Eddie was bouncing on the balls of his feet nervously.

“You sure he’s going to come?” Jeff asked.

Eddie tried to peer around the crowd. “That’s what he said.”

And then they spotted him. He was in a nice red sweater with a white polo underneath and fitted jeans. Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth in appreciation.

But then he noticed the gaggle of children following behind him. And what a gaggle it was. It consisted of Red, his new best friend, another girl with a thousand yard stare. The tall black kid must be the Sinclair boy. The remaining three were also very interesting. There was the short curly haired kid with no front teeth. The last two were both dark haired, but the one on the right was darker. Hair and attitude, judging from the rounded shoulders and down cast expression of the other boy.

Steve sighed. “I’m sorry I’m late. Dustin called asking me to take him to the arcade, only when I told him that I was going to the mall, suddenly they all wanted to come.”

“And then I got roped into this because they wouldn’t all fit in Steve’s car,” a voice called from the back.

The person jostled his way to stand next to Steve. Jonathan clasped Steve on the shoulder. “I gave Will money to call me when you’re done so I can pick up him and El. Make sure he doesn’t spend it on the gumball machine.”

Steve nodded. “Thanks, man. I’ll see you later.”

Jonathan nodded and waved goodbye to everyone, but especially the timid one. Which Eddie figured must have been Will.

“Your children, I presume?” Eddie asked, eyeing the thirteen year-olds warily.

“Yup,” Steve said with a put on expression. He pointed to each of them in turn. “That’s Dustin, Mike, Will, Lucas, Max and El.”

Eddie did the same to his friends. “I’m Eddie, these are Jeff, Gareth, and Brian. Or collectively, the band Corroded Coffin.”

“That’s bitchin’,” El said with a smile.

Steve ducked his head as he tried not to laugh.

“Hell yeah, it is,” Jeff said, taking an immediate liking to her.

“All right,” Steve said, turning to the kids. “You are to stay in pairs at the very least. And you know who your partners are. Will and Mike, Max and El, and Dustin and Lucas. Regardless of what you are doing, you will meet up here at 2pm. No later. I have plans with these guys at three and I’m not going to be late because of you guys a second time.”

There were a lot of eye rolls but everyone agreed to meet at the fountain at two.

Once they had left, Steve turned back to see that all four of them were struggling not to laugh.

“No, no,” he said, shaking his head. “Go ahead and laugh. Because fuck knows it’s hilarious.”

So they promptly burst out laughing.

“Oh my god,” Gareth wheezed. “It was like watching ducklings.”

“Yes!” Eddie agreed. “My dude, I hope you are charging their parents for this.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s not like I need the money.”

They all just shook their heads.

Eddie clapped his hands together and rubbed. “Right, Stevie, this is how it is going to go. You’ll have one hour to get the most outrageous gift. Ten dollar maximum.”

“Each person or total?”

“However you want to swing it,” Jeff said. “But forty bucks is a lot.”

Steve nodded. “I guess my one concern is that I don’t know you guys very well and I don’t want to offend anyone.”

“So take Eddie with you,” Gareth said. “And then for the last ten minutes split off to buy something for each other.”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, “that could work. What do you say, Stevie?”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

Every one but Steve set a timer on their watches. Steve’s wasn’t a digital one, so he couldn’t.

“On your marks, get set,” Brian said. “And go!”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand and suddenly he was being dragged along.

Steve giggled. “Where to first?”

“We are going to Suncoast,” Eddie said with a grin. “It’s the best place for all your metalhead needs.

“Lead on, MacDuff!” Steve said with a grin.

Eddie finally let go of Steve’s hand as they neared the store.

“I found out in drama that a lot of the sayings and words we use today are because Shakespeare couldn’t find the right word and made them up,” Steve said nervously.

“Wait, really?” Eddie asked, coming to a complete stop. “Like what?”

“Well, ‘Lead on, MacDuff’,” Steve said, “just for starters. It’s from Macbeth. Green eyed-monster. Just loads that I can’t think of off the top of my head.”

Eddie stood there for a moment blinking. “If they had taught that in English, I think would pay more attention.”

Steve laughed. “I know, right?”

They entered the store and everything had a dark red neon glow to it and it was clearly separated between the movie part of the store and the music part of the store. It was almost jarring. The movie part was dark like the inside of a movie theater. The music part was well lit and almost sterile white in its design.

They wandered around the music section. And they stopped by the minuscule instrument section. It had mostly accessories but also a couple of guitars. Mostly acoustic but one or two electric as well.

“This is pitiful,” Steve said staring at the selection.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, dude,” Eddie said. “There is an actual record shop with a full on instrument section. But that is not the point of this.”

Steve stopped by the drumsticks. “Gareth is the drummer right?”

Eddie nodded.

“I’ve been to a couple of concerts and I saw that the drummer had a bucket of sticks...”

“Are you asking if you should get Gareth more drumsticks?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded. “Go for it.”

“What’s his favorite color?” Steve asked.

Eddie frowned, but Steve pointed to the drumsticks on display and the had all sorts of different colors and patterns.

“The black ones with the flames on them, for sure.”

Steve grinned and picked them up. They got a couple more things here, but it was time to move on.

They hit up the stationary store, the weird little shop that sold incense and little Egyptian figurines, and Hammond’s Toys.

As they were passing Shapiro’s on their way to Hammond’s Toys, Steve found his gift for Eddie. It took every bit of will power not to just rush back and grab it, afraid it would be gone by the time he got back.

Eddie came up to him. “All right, Stevie. This is where we have to part ways. We only have ten minutes left and we need to get each other something, too.”

Steve smiled and nodded. He doubled back to Shapiro’s and quickly bought it. He raced to the fountain to be there first. He sat down on the edge of the fountain, his packages tucked under his legs so people wouldn’t steal them.

It wasn’t long before the others started showing up. Brian showed up first.

“How the hell did you beat me, man?” he asked as he sat down next to Steve. “I’m always the first to arrive.”

Steve blushed. “I got lucky.” He was practically vibrating with anticipation.

Brian eyed him suspiciously. “And you got a present for everyone?”

Steve pressed his lips together and nodded.

Gareth was the next to show up. “Now that’s just embarrassing. Being beaten by Brian is one thing, he’s a shopping guru. But Steve Harrington, too? However will I get over the shame?”

Jeff laughed from behind him, having just shown up himself. “You’ll live.”

Eddie was the last to arrive showing up exactly at the hour.

“Ooh,” Jeff teased. “By the skin of your teeth. Is Steve-o here really that hard to buy for?”

Eddie grabbed his knees, panting for breath. “No,” he huffed. “Just on the other side of the fucking mall.”

“So,” Gareth said turning to Steve. “Now for the next phase of our little get together. We meet up at my house at three and exchange gifts and play a one-shot.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “Is that like a D&D thing?”

“Yup!” Brian said gleefully rubbing his hands together. “It a story meant for a single day instead of multiple days like a campaign.”

“Yeah,” Jeff said. “We roll up quick character that are meant to die and just go to town no real rules. Just fun.”

Steve nodded. “Sure I could do that.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got twenty minutes before the kids show up.”

The other three backed away slowly.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, “we aren’t going to wait for that mob.”

“Oh, hell no,” Brian agreed. “I’m sure they’re great kids and all but I have three younger siblings, if I wanted chaos, I’d hang out with them.”

“Middle schoolers, man,” Gareth said, “are the plague of the earth. See you at three.”

Steve laughed. “Agreed on all accounts. I see you at Gareth’s. I’ll get the address from Eddie.”

The three boys walked off, shoving and pushing each other, laughing as they made their way to the exit.

“So what about you?” Steve asked. “You going to run before the hoard gets here?”

Eddie laughed. “I should. Leave you to the wolves.” He grinned. “But nah. I want to properly meet the kids that Steve the pied piper of Hawkins has taken under his wing.”

Steve blushed. “I wouldn’t call myself that. They barely listen to me.”

Eddie’s face softened. “I’m sure that’s not true. I bet the little sponges are just soaking up everything you tell them.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “That would explain the language problem.”

Eddie tilted his head to side. “What language problem?”

“They swear like sailors.”

Eddie blinked a couple of time before he burst out laughing. “Having trouble not swearing around kids, Stevie?”

“You would be swearing too if you had to deal with them all the time,” he said with a shake of his head.

“So why do you do it?” Eddie asked.

Steve huffed out a sigh and kicked the side of the fountain with the heel of his foot. “Most of them don’t have great home lives. Except the Sinclairs, of course. Especially when it comes to caring adult men. I know what that’s like, so I try to be that for them.”

“Huh.”

Eddie didn’t have much time to comment on that because the first of the terrors had arrived.

The two dark-haired boys that seemed joined at the hip.

“Hey, Mike,” Steve greeted, “hey, Will. Did you already call Jonathan to come get you?”

Will nodded.

“Good,” Steve said. “Eddie here DMs for his friends.”

Both heads turned to him in shock.

“There is no way,” Mike said. “Steve would never be friends with someone who likes D&D.”

“Hey!” Steve protested. “I’m friends with you assholes!”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Fine. Steve wouldn’t be friends with people his own age that play D&D.”

“Mike...” Will protested, speaking up for the first time. “What’s your favorite class?”

“Bard. It’s kinda self-insert type of thing,” Eddie said. “I play guitar, so I get the class. Um...second favorite would druid. I have a twelfth level druid named Kilmar Goatfiend in a campaign my club is doing right now.”

“You have a D&D club?” Dustin asked coming up from behind Will and Mike. “No way!”

“Yep!” Eddie said with pop of his lips. “The Hellfire club. Lenny Fitzpatrick is president this year. Next year, it’ll probably be Janice Montgomery.”

“You have a girl in your club?” Lucas asked, think of his sister Erika.

“Girls don’t play D&D,” Mike growled.

Steve hit him on the back of the head. “Oi! Your sister played. She’s the one that taught you. Show her some respect.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Nancy Wheeler plays D&D.”

“Did,” Will clarified. “She’s the one that gave me my wizard robes to DM in.”

“You dress up?” Eddie asked. “That’s so cool.”

Will blushed.

Just then girls arrived both of them eating ice cream cones.

Dustin spotted them and gasped. “You got ice cream cones?” He turned to Steve. “Why didn’t we get ice cream cones?”

Steve stood up and put his hands on his hips. “Because they saved their money and bought themselves ice cream cones?”

Max stuck out her tongue at him and El giggled.

“You better finish those up before you get into my car,” Steve said wagging his finger at them.

“Hey, I could take Max home,” Eddie said with a shrug. “I’m heading that way anyway.”

Steve looked at Max. “It’s up to you. You can go home with him or I could drop you off at Hopper’s and you and El can continue to hang out.”

Max thought about it for a minute. “I’ll think I’ll go home with Eddie and hang out with El tomorrow.” She turned to El. “Is that okay?”

El nodded. “I wanted to spend time with Will and Mike today.”

Mike blushed.

“What about you two?” Steve asked. “Where am I dropping you two off?”

Dustin and Lucas just shared a glance and shrugged.

“Well then you two can sort it out in the car,” Steve said and then turned to Eddie. “So what’s Gareth’s address?”

Eddie pulled out a pocket notebook and pen and scribbled out the address. “There you go, see you later, man.”

Steve took the piece of paper with a smile. “Do you always carry a notebook and pen with you wherever you go?”

Eddie grinned. “Sure, sometimes the muse will strike while I’m out and about so I need something to jot down lyrics or chord progressions as needed.”

“That’s sooo cool,” Mike said, a little star struck.

Will and Lucas looked over at each other and rolled their eyes. Eddie fought back a grin.

They split off, with Will, Mike and El, staying at the fountain to wait for Jonathan.

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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writeroutoftime · 6 months ago

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3k/5 year blog anniversary celebration!!

Oh my goodness!! I can't believe I've been on this same blog for 5 whole years now - that is absolutely crazy!! Not only that, but there are 3,000 of you lovely people who have liked at least one of my stories and decided to stick around! From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much!! 💛🥰

(and just in case anyone was wondering, this is the first story I posted on this blog - lol 🙈)

more on that below, though.

In honor of both of these milestones, I wanted to put together a little celebration I'll be hosting over the next week! Something to say thank you for everyone who has supported me with likes, reblogs, comments, and lovely asks! Here's what we've got! And don’t worry, I’ll still be working on my requests!

(oh and here is my updated list of who I write for!)

✍️ - send me a character and a prompt(s) from this list and I'll write a fluffy or angsty drabble!

🌶️ - send me a character and a prompt(s) from this list and I'll try to write a smut drabble! (first time I'm doing this - so please go easy on me! and, of course, only 18+ please)

🥳 - shout out your favorite author or fic - this can be your own or someone else's! let's celebrate our wonderful community of writers!

✨ - ask me to share a snippet of one of my WIPs. I'll either share a few sentences or my overall vision for the story.

♠️ - let's play some games! fmk, would you rather, truth or truth, etc!

I'll be running this from today, 7/25 until next week, 7/30 - so send in as many asks as you would like! Can't wait to see what there is!!

Okay, now for my sappy post below! ⬇️

Again, it's crazy to me that it's been 5 years! I mean when I started this blog, I was about to start college and now I'm graduated and trying to start my professional career! I've been on tumblr longer than 5 years lol, but this is the longest I've held onto one blog! I know I'm not the most consistent poster, so it really means a lot that so many of you have stuck with me during this time!

I post my silly little stories as a way to have fun and practice my writing skills. I never thought that this many people would be excited about what I post! And I'm not just saying this, but every time you like, reblog, and comment - I am ecstatic!! I love being able to provide a sense of joy to people with my writing!

Anyway, if you made it here - thank you! 💕✨

And of course, I just want to tag a few of the lovely mutuals I've had along the way! Thank you all for being your wonderful selves!!

@zablife, @captainsophiestark, @sansaorgana, @runnning-outof-time, @ghostofskywalker

@zepskies, @theshelbyclan, @barbiegirlbaby - and so many more!!

#rita's 3k/5 year celebration #azriel x reader #rhys x reader #cassian x reader #tyler owens x reader #tommy shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #jamie tartt x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #steve harrington x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #jack thompson x reader #matt murdock x reader

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lau219 · 4 months ago

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Ok ya’ll, here’s how it’s gonna go. I will post the mood board for a story first, and then the corresponding story the following night. I realize this may make some of you impatient for the story, but anticipation is part of the fun…and it’s the only way I’ll have enough stuff to spread out over the entirety of October. 🤣

Depending on how things go, I’ll likely also be posting some teaser mood boards for future chapters of After Hours, as well as an update with the next chapter. That will be the only WIP I will be updating during Kinktober, however.

Each night that I share something, I will post at 7:00 pm CST 🕖

HOWEVER, I will not be posting every night. I cannot say right now that there’ll be any sort of consistency or pattern with posting (i.e. every other day, every Tuesday and Saturday, etc.) so don’t ask. I’ll post when I can/when stuff is ready, but it’ll likely be at least two or three times per week. I can’t promise any regularity beyond that. Know that if you pester me about posting, I will stop tagging you. Please remember, I have a full-time job and a child, so kindly STFU. 🤣

Also, I would like to stress that although the images of female bodies that I use in my mood boards are of white, perfect-bodied women, this is NOT meant to be taken as non-inclusive of ANYONE. I myself am no ideal supermodel, but as many of you may know, these are the majority of images one can find out there. So don’t give me any crap about only using photos of white, skinny females. Whatever your race or body type, use your imagination and put yourself in the story. Period. Again, if I get grief about this, I’ll stop tagging you, and if it’s sent anonymously, I will not reply in any way.

Additionally, please remember that I’m doing this for you guys, it’s meant to be enjoyable for me, and it’s a favor for you. To that point — PLEASE interact/comment/re-blog. That is the least you can do for any writer, especially if they are fulfilling your personal request. And again, if I get pestered about posting frequency, you’re off the tag list and/or your anon hate will not be acknowledged.

Finally, ALL OF THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AT ANY TIME. I’m optimistically hopeful that I will be able to get to everything in the month of October, but I cannot guarantee that I will. As I’ve mentioned previously, I’ll be doing a “Thanksmutting” in November to share any remaining stuff that I didn’t get to during Kinktober. Again, if you have any complaints about this, you may as well show yourself the door right now. There it is. Go. 🚪

I don’t say any of this to be a bitch hole; I say it as a person asking for basic human respect. If you can’t get on board with that, go head for that door I just mentioned. 👉

With all that being said, my first post to kick off Kinktober will be tomorrow evening, with the mood board for *drumroll*………

🤍 Jonathan Crane x Reader Research Assistant

Y/N has been Jonathan Crane’s research assistant for a year now, and despite his extremely stoic and clinical demeanor, she has a hopeless crush on him. But she also wants badly to impress him, and she’s constantly striving to be the ideal assistant. Little does she know that Jonathan has spent the last year carefully assessing and analyzing her, not only because he’s secretly wanted her all along, but also to learn her desires and the ins and outs of exactly how to make her fall apart for him.

HAPPY KINKTOBER, EVERYONE!!! 🎃🤍🔥

@nyxxie-pooh @xsweetcatastrophe @allie131313 @empatheticlove @febris-amatoria

@hannibellector @fairytale07 @meister95 @alltoowellbeneaththemangotree @beastofburdenxo

@runnning-outof-time @aphroditeslover11 @galactict3a @lyarr24 @wild-rose-35

@judig92 @cillmurphyslover @ladyvenera @karah-bear @k1ng-l3on

@ceirinen @peskybinders @fuseburner @shaddixlife @neonpurplestars89-blog

@garrison-girl-08 @devotedlyshadowytheorist @emotionalcadaver @muhahaha303 @mostly-marvel-musings

@darklydeliciousdesires @an-eclectic-of-mass-destruction @vervainandspritz @wonderlanddreamer @novashelby

@honeymoon8 @cardan-official @pkmonka @meadows5 @mamawiggers1980

@fmo166 @vastcapacity @mspookington-blog @teawonderfultea-blog1 @fkmarrycill

@sl-newsie @mrs-bond @shopgirl6us @cillianbabe @myers-meadow

#kinktober 2024

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identifying-cars-in-posts · 1 year ago

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update on asks, submissions, rules, state of the blog, etc

first of all, thank you everyone for the interest in the blog! it’s become significantly more than i expected, and since i’m just one person who works full time and is the process of moving i haven’t had the time to keep up with the influx of attention. i’ve spent the last few days figuring out how to run the blog moving forward to best manage a good balance between it and my actual life

submissions: submissions will re-open wednesday july 26th at 8pm EST. this is where you can send me images or videos you take irl or see outside of tumblr to identify. this includes submitting your own car for me to guess. i won’t give my thoughts or anything in submissions, it’ll be just like the other identification posts. please keep any sort of identification request like this to submissions. asks exclusively requesting identifications, dms, and original posts made for the purpose of tagging me will be ignored and/or deleted after submissions are re-opened. submissions will remain open indefinitely just to see how it goes, but will close if/when they become overwhelming, just to keep up with them all

asks: asks will also re-open wednesday july 26th at 8pm EST, and stay open until thursday july 27th 5pm EST. going forward it’ll essentially open on the evenings before my days off and close the evening of the day off so i have time to give my actual attention to asks instead of rushing responses in between customers at work. i work retail so this won’t be consistent from week to week, but i will announce when asks are opening at least a day or two before they do. asks will be for asking me for opinions, recommendations, questions or suggestions for the blog, etc. identification requests without also adding something should go into submissions

tags: i have been going back through old asks to retroactively tag requests for recommendations as #car recs. going forward any recommendations given will go under that tag as well. i’m working on a permanent pinned post that will have more information on the tagging system going forward

pinned: i’m working on a kind of landing page post. this will have an FAQ, information about the tagging system and links for navigating it, rules for asks and submissions, and most of the information in this update. i may also put the date and time for when asks will be re-opened in that post and keep it updated. if you have any requests for things to put in the FAQ, or any other questions, feel free to reply to this post. it will stay pinned until the big boy pinned post goes up

tagging me in posts: i will continue to try to get to every pre-existing post i’m tagged in, but make no promises about getting to all of them, especially if they have a bunch of cars in them. this goes for submissions and asks as well - as fun as it is to play i spy and try to get them all, i only have so much time. if i can i’ll give it a shot, but the multiple posts and asks i’ve gotten of full yards or highways full of cars will definitely take longer to get to, if i get to them at all. as much as i’d like to do them for the sake of the bit lol

thanks for bearing with me over the last few days!

#not a car id #update

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phoenixisobsessed · 5 months ago

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About me / Blog !!

Hiiya everybody :3

The name’s Phoenix (He/him). I am a gay trans-man and also have some craaazy AuDHD chat. I’m extremely obsessed with transformers, and unsurprisingly, this blog is going to be about Transformers related stuff, plus, honestly just whatever the hell I feel like posting. This is an ask blog (if that’s the right term? Lmao). It’ll mostly be me answering asks in my inbox and such (more details on that further below).

I try to post as often as I can, but I am indeed still getting my education, so no promises that it’ll be daily.

HERE’S MY UNCENSORED STUFF (Bluesky)

HERE ARE MY OCS (Toyhouse)

FAQ

⚠️BEFORE YOU CONTINUE !!!⚠️

This blog is a safe space. Everything here is LGBTQ+ accepting, and we don’t want any bigots/r@cists/ableists/sexist ECT!!! Some posts are also 18+.

Tag guide on my page!!

#100 cat transformers - The entire catformers series. (Newer ones are just tagged with #catformers)

#oc - Anything oc related

#redesign - My redesigns of existing characters for my AU!! Love doing them sm.

#art ask - Any asks that are art related

#yapping post - Any post/answered asks without art

#comic yapping - (maybe upcoming??) yapping my thoughts about the transformers comics as I read them!! (WILL INCLUDE SPOILERS)

#valveplug - 18+ STUFF!!!

About my ask inbox! (Under the cut because it’s long)

So, basically, you can ask for whatever the hell you want. But!! I do have a few categories of things that I do specifically if you feel uncertain of what to ask for ;3 (Note: Categories can overlap)

Additionally, I’ll add a ⚠️ at every category I am currently really interested in doing. Might make this a consistent thing I update!! (You can ofc still ask for anything but yk xD. People sometimes give me the “what do you want people to ask you for??” So-)

⚠️Inserts

So, this category is basically just images you want characters drawn into! Send in an image, and tell me what characters you want ;3. These can include:

Cat pictures. (Had a series with the tag #100 cat transformers)(“End credits” video here)

Blursed images. (?)

Silly group pictures.

Generally images with people!

Skits/comics

I am an enjoyer of drawing comics and skits. I probably have a bunch under #comic ngl. This category is mostly:

Requesting comics of certain interactions/situations.

Sending skits (or “tiktok audios”?) to have characters do.

Drawing trends/memes (If I can call them that? Example: That one dress, “I’m not calling you a good boy.” Ect.)

⚠️Redraws/Character redesigns

I love character design and the symbolism over it. Besides, why choose one gen when you can have them all in one?? Anyway, this category is:

Asking for a redesign of a character.

Also “X in your style.”

Redraws of comic panels. (mostly crossing generations, but any redraws are cool)

Maybe you’ll even be lucky and I’ll recreate some animated scene.

You know what? Fuck it. Ask me to draw a completely new character from an idea of yours. It’ll be great.

⚠️Ocs/Headcanons

I have some personas plus AU’s. And I love ocs. Please.

Question about my AU’s or ocs.

Drawings of my ocs in certain situations??

(May answer questions in their POV if that’s specifically requested someday.)

Headcanons!

YOUR ocs.

Your ocs with my ocs??

Ocs. Ocs and AUs and Headcanons everywhere. All of it.

Ship art / valveplug

Of course, this is also on board. Including:

Any ship. Self-ship, canon ship, rarepair, I don’t care.

Robots being absolute FREAKS. Together, or alone? You decide.

Also cute wholesome stuff if you just want fluff.

General drawings

This is just other stuff I am also willing to do:

Drawings of characters.

Drawings of characters in certain situations.

Ngl as long as it’s related to transformers I’m willing to do it.

Answering any questions people may have!

I will answer any and all questions people have. Other than obviously super intruding things but I think people are smart enough not to go asking for my address.

Questions about my (least) favourite anything.

Questions about interests.

Questions about my AUs or headcanons!

Questions about specific ships.

Stupid questions. There are no stupid questions.

(Also I will take fanfic recommendations. Just noting that.)

Basically everything. I love having an excuse to yap.

❌Stuff I am NOT willing to do❌

Answer politically related asks. I’d just like to keep my blog politic free for the most part. It isn’t relevant to my blog.

Do drawing requests from other fandoms. (unless if it somehow involves transformers, like idk a crossover.)

Answer questions about me that are very intrusive! I think the boundary here should be kinda easy to figure out.

NO pro shipping �� yup. (I don’t do TFA Bumblebee ships either, since I kinda interpret him as a child as well.)

#transformers #maccadams #maccadam #ask blog #about my blog #about myself #intro post #pinned intro #blog intro

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bananaproz · 15 days ago

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im gonna do my own version of 75 hard

I’m calling it 6-0

60 days of consistent healthy behavior

& I want to post pictures here to keep myself accountable.

feel free to follow along or join if interested, I’d love the company :)

words of encouragement are also always appreciated <3

* rules *

1. eat well

balanced + superfoods

only eat out once a week

I have my personal limits I will not share w the class

2. only drink on special occasions

in desperate need of a tolerance break

plus alc gives you beer belly :(

3. gym or pilates

must do stairmaster if at gym

4. drink 2 bottles of water

at least 48 oz total

5. read 10 pages of any book

audiobooks do not count

focus, be intentional, set aside all distractions, really immerse yourself

6. 10k steps

pedometer app + apple watch 🤞

7. learn one new thing

can be a simple fact or an entire history book, up to you pal

8. 15 minutes of productivity

edit, tidy up, check emails, work on applications

9. journal

junk journaling + notes app count!

* bonus rule *

10. on every 5th day, do one scary thing!

talk to a stranger, take yourself on a solo date, ask someone out, ask for free stuff, rejection therapy type shit yk?

note: the bonus rule is optional ofc. all of it is. if you’re joining me, def lmk tho & shoot me a dm :) I’ll be posting update pics every night around 10pm EST

my pics will include: everything I ate, my steps, my workout tracker, water bottle updates, and my book updates :))

my tag: #bprozy75

see you on the flip side >:)

#beeproz #ana advice #bprozy #low cal restriction #skinandbones #th1ghspø #st4rv1ng #⭐️ve #b0dy check #light as a feather #b0dii chexx #ana buddie #tw ana bløg #bprozy75

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boqvistsbabe · 11 months ago

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Update!!!!!!!!

Hey Y’all!!

Here is the start of hopefully monthly updates. I know in my last update I said I was going to be more consistently here and active. Obviously, that didn’t happen lol. Trying to hold myself to that rn. So this is probably going to be the format for all of my update posts, just so they are easier to follow.

Refresh:

So I am almost completely done with the blog refresh. I think all that is left is updating links and getting some other posts (ex: theme days) made/redone. Most of that got put on the back burner due to how long they were going to take lol. But hopefully, over Spring Break, I’ll be able to get those done (no promises, another thing I’m trying to do, is be more realistic about what I want to get done by when so).

Writing/Other Content:

Ik I said I’d write more. Once again didn’t really happen. Well, I have written a decent bit, but never finished anything. There is one fic that I am going to try and work on after this week (midterms lol) and have someone look over it (the first time I’ve had a beta reader, look at me go lol). Like the blog as a whole, I am trying to organize my writing, like requests and my ideas and what is going out when etc. (@ any of the other writers if you have any suggestions of what to/where to organize my stuff so it doesn’t get all confusing and mixed up you should def let me know). Speaking of requests, I am going to try and do at least two requests a month. That doesn’t sound like a lot but for me, that feels like something I can realistically do. I will be doing old requests first because even though they are years old at this point, I liked the ideas so I genuinely want to write them. I am still going to be accepting new requests (esp because sometimes that helps spark creativity/help with writer’s block so feel free to send in any ideas!!) but I will try to get those older ones done first. As for any other content (playlists, moodboards, IG edits, drawings, etc.) I am also taking requests for those so feel free to send in any of those requests too.

Another Blog?!

As of rn the second hockey blog has not been “released”. I want to catch up on things for this blog before I throw that into the mix and try to grow that as well. I am hoping to add that sometime this summer. Also, I do technically have a sideblog already (@samistheman) which is normally where I reblog random things, and I don’t really have tags for that blog I just kinda willy-nilly reblog there (it used to be mostly PJO stuff but now that’s kind of here because of how much of it there is lol).

Life Update:

College is a lot rn. I’m doing 17 credit hours and tbh do not know what possessed me to do that. At first, I was doing pretty good, but now not so much. Like I said earlier I have midterms this week. If y’all didn’t know this, I’m shit at taking tests so not doing great rn. Thankfully one of my classes ends on Sunday so at least I don’t have to worry about that. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life recently that is impacting a lot so trying to navigate that as well. I am moving out in May, which is yes months from now but there is still a lot that I need to do beforehand. Anyway, I’m going to a college hockey game on Thursday and I am super excited. I haven’t been able to go to a game since October. Also little fun update, I’m going on a weekend (work) trip to Boston. Super excited for that. I’ll be getting to go to a Celtics game and a Red Sox game (I’m a Royals girlie tho). I’ve never been to an NBA game so that’s for sure gonna be really cool. I’ve been to many MLB games before but this will be my first at a different stadium. Anyway, I think that is it for this update. Hope y’all are doing well!!

As usual, if y’all ever want to talk dms/inbox are open <3

I am going to tag some moots, I am totally forgetting some people so I am sorry for that (if y'all could reblog that would be amazing)

@2manytabsopen @krugstrash @jimmystrudel @andreburakozy @sidneycrosbyhoe @fallinallincurls @timstuetzle @typical-simplelove @ilyasorokinn @drei-mrssvechii

#blog things

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over-the-time-flow · 2 years ago

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Hey! I’m Hanbei, and this is the start of Over the Time Flow, my Super Robot Wars R screenshot let’s play!

I’ve always wanted to do a SRW screenshot let’s play, having read the LPArchive Alpha Gaiden let’s play during my formative years, and the more i’ve thought about it, the more i think Tumblr’s format might actually be conducive for an attempt!

With SRW R being untranslated, I will be translating the plot. For the most part though, this won’t be an exhaustive line by line translation except for particularly impactful lines or exchanges. Think less Tobias Grant’s Alpha Gaiden Let’s Play, and more Brunom1’s LPs.

Much like the LPs I'm taking inspiration from, I'll also be doing pilot and unit analysis as I acquire them, where I’ll briefly cover their lore/backstory, and then appraise them in the context of SRW R itself.

On my blog’s sidebar, you can click START to read the whole blog in chronological order so you can follow along from the beginning, and ABOUT to hear some more about my reasons for doing this.

On update days, I'll schedule my posts to start from 1PM PST and post once every 10 minutes until i’m out of content for that day. I can’t promise anything as consistent as posting every day, especially not once my summer break from uni is through, but I'll do my best to at least not go longer than a full week without an update day. I’ll do my best to make announcement posts in advance to let people know when an update day is coming up!

Posts that have translated content in them will be tagged with “#translation”, so if you’re only here for the plot translation/summary, you can filter for that specifically. Posts dedicated to analyzing pilots/units will have the “#rollcall” tag; posts where i explain SRW R’s (or the SRW franchise’s) system mechanics in-depth will be tagged “#mechanics”; if i have any thoughts i’d like to share on a plot point that deviates from its source, or how they adapted a scene or episode, i might make a post that’s just my thoughts on it, and it’ll be tagged “#srwramblings” so you can filter it out if you don’t want to see them. Finally, if i need to make any sort of announcement, be it to say in advance that such and such day will be an update day, or that i’ll need to take a break, or anything of the sort, i’ll tag it with “#announcements”.

Of course, the funnest part of doing a screenshot LP (and of doing it on Tumblr!) is the prospect of audience participation! And here’s the first of many opportunities to participate, and perhaps the most fun one:

The final stage of this game allows you to deploy 14 units (besides the main character, who will be deployed by default). As such, I'd like to leave it up to the audience as to who will be in our endgame squad!

Simply follow along and send in a request for someone when we meet a character who you really like (be it because you like them from their source material, or because you like what you see of them in-game), alongside their machine, if applicable (the characters who can switch machines are, as a general rule, Universal Century pilots, After War pilots, and Mazinger pilots, plus two specific characters from Nadesico who arrive fairly late) by clicking the ASK button on the sidebar. If you’re a very impatient person, you can also just send in a request ahead of time if you know the character is in the game or if you just happen to like a character like Amuro, Kamille or Koji, who you just know will likely be in any given SRW game without even asking, but if you do so, put a spoiler on the character you’re requesting somehow (such as by running it through rot13) so that i can respond to it, confirm to you the character will be in the roster, and then unscramble the character’s name on the list when they get formally introduced.

Do note that some characters won’t stick with you the whole way through, but if they truly don’t stick with you to the end in any shape or form, I'll point it out when I do their character analysis, so that nobody gets TOO excited about them.

If you send a character request through the ASK button, make sure not to do it anonymously, as I don't want to risk anybody double dipping. One character per person, please!

I don’t know how much (if any!) attention this LP will get, so i have no clue if i’ll have a full 14-character roster loaded by like chapter 5 or if i’ll get to the final stage with like 3 units in tow, but if against all odds this blows up and our roster caps out, you can still ask for a specific unit you want to see more of and i’ll do my best to show them off if only for a stage or two!

With all that out of the way, here’s the roster as it stands:

1. Judau - Full Armor ZZ Gundam (by @shoudesuka-mechadork)

2. Kamille - Mass-Produced v Gundam (by @tearsoftime0086)

3. Nxvgb - Uvtu Zbovyvgl Oynpx Fnenan (by @baldiosenjoyer) (spoilered)

4. Qbzba - Tbq Thaqnz (by @silentally) (spoilered)

5. Urreb - Thaqnz Jvat Mreb Phfgbz (by @mattman324) (spoilered)

6. Tnv Qnvtbhwv - Nrfgvinyvf (by @xgameoverx) (spoilered)

7. Garrod - Thaqnz Qbhoyr K (by @fire-bomber) (spoilered)

8. Arb Trggre Grnz - Fuva Trggre Ebob (by @accept-the-multiverse) (spoilered)

9. Sbhe - Mrgn Thaqnz (by @dayswhenibelieved) (spoilered)

10. Xvat fvoyvatf - Grknf Znpx (by anonymous) (spoilered)

11.

12.

13.

14.

And i think that just about covers everything! I hope you’ll follow along and enjoy the LP! I should set up the MC gender decision poll roughly half an hour after this post goes live, so i hope people join in! Who knows, if this somehow takes off maybe i’ll do other games in the future. I’d love to be able to help other SRW fans understand games despite the language barrier.

#i'm gonna use the tags here to basically list out the entire series list for quick reference #so if you want to know ahead of time which shows are in just take a gander here #and conversely if you want to be surprised by which shows are in the game as they pop up you shouldnt look at the tags here too closely #but dont worry i don't plan on tagging every single post with these. just this pinned #super robot wars R #super robot wars #Mazinger Z #Great Mazinger #Shin Getter Robo vs Neo Getter Robo #Super Electromagnetic Robot Combattler V #Super Electromagnetic Machine Voltes V #Invicible Superman Zambot 3 #Invicible Steel Man Daitarn #Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam #Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ #Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's CounterAttack #Mobile Fighter G Gundam #New Mobile Report Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz #After War Gundam X #Martian Successor Nadesico #Martian Successor Nadesico: the Prince of Darkness #GEAR Fighter Dendoh #lets-play

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scremogirl · 1 year ago

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𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hello everyone! If you didn’t see my intro post in my pins, my name is Sosa/Sos (So-S)

𝐊𝐞𝐲/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

★♑︎☆彡𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎✪𝐍!☆♏︎★

✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎��✵✥☆ミ★

⚠︎︎-Smut

❤︎︎-fluff

☹︎-Angst

!REQUESTS OR ALMOST ALWAYS OPEN!

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

Bleach

Naruto

JuJutsu Kaisen

Gangsta

One piece

Demon Slayer

Hunter Hunter

Haikyuu

Kuroko no Basket

Saiki K

Marvel (Includes spiderverse)

Avatar

Ocs; such as yanderes etc.

Slashers

Monsters

Twisted Wonderland

God of War (This is mostly self indulgent but if you ask I will)

𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐥𝐥 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

(In the order above)

All characters except; Momo, Hiyiori, Toshiro (romantically, I can write platonically like friends), Orohime, Neil, kakakura school squad, child characters (Toshiro and Neil fit this for me), Yami, almost all sterwritter except for a handful (request one or message me and I’ll tell you if I do it or don’t). And sometimes Renji (I can only see him with Rukia sometimes).

All characters (If you request Orochimaru imma kill you)

All characters (Except panda, Mahito, and puppet form mechamaru. If you request any of these ur weird)

All characters

All characters (except Murichiro, Nezuko, Gyokko, Daki, Uzui (+) wives, Iguro and Mitsuki; THEY ARE MADD FOR EACHOTHER AND NOBODY ELSE)

Phantom Troupe (+) Illumi (No Hisoka)

All characters

Saiki only

Almost any DC character you can think of I’d probably write for them. (Except joker I will refuse)

Justice League (Cartoon)

Justice League Unlimited(Cartoon)

Same thing as DC. A little less for this one but still.

X-men evolution

X-men anime

Everyone but Tuk and Spider (1st and 2nd movie)

Yours or mine

Almost anyone but Chucky

No Goblins

All characters but Ortho and Grim

Kratos

⚠︎︎ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎⚠︎︎

NO BODILY FLUIDS EXCEPT ☾u♏︎.

Blood play

BDSM (maybe some light bondage)

Knife play or any weapons

Play 🍇 (maybe dub-con but I’m not sure)

Incest/Step-cest

“Daddy” kink (kinda a hypocrite for this but I will write for “Mommy”. Papi/Pa/Papa is all okay for me.)

Anal

Not that’s it’s a “No go” for me but I don’t write for things that don’t match me. For example; I will not write for other races or body types. That’s why I prefer to keep all my “y/n’s” either gender neutral, afab, only describing them with black features, or just not describing them at all.

Everything else is pretty much on the table

Lastly, I am in school so I can’t say that my posts will be consistent. But my goal is to try and post an Imagine, Full Fic, and headcanon every week. They all might be on the same day, one on Mon and 2 on Fri, scattered throughout the week. My goal is just to post at least 3 diff works a week. We’ll see cause I might give up 😭. *Update 10/5/23; I realized that I post an Aot fic at least once every week at this point. It’s eqsy for me to write them so it might be a weekly thing. I’m not sure tho let me know what you think*

Prompts and Req are welcomed. All you need to do is tell me how you wanted formatted, headcanon, full fic, imagine or even one shots. Then tell me your idea or prompt. I’m open to making new friends and you don’t even have to req anything, we could just interact. If you are having a hard time finding a post of mine just copy and paste one of the keys provided above into the tags. I also need to figure out how to turn posts into a link. Help plz. THANK U.

- Love, Sosa.

Just as an FWI, this is temporary until I set up a new and improved list. Be a little patient as it it will take a while to do.

Thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

#Rules and Masterlist

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sparkcolony-clangen · 2 months ago

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⚡️Welcome to Spark Colony!⚡️

Hey, You’ve found your way to Spark Colony! This blog will follow the lives and events of the cats within this Colony, from the founders on day 1, to…. Well, wherever we end up I guess. We’ll see what the cats get up to.

Content warnings

This blog will contain blood, sickness, death (even of kittens if the rng decides), disabilities (possibly), cats fighting, abuse, etc. (depictions will be mostly non-graphic)

This is a general warning for the whole blog, and these things may or may not actually appear. I will tag pages with heavy amounts of these or other triggers with trigger warnings, but this is your main warning for these things.

Want to start reading the adventures from Moon 0? Start here.

After 3 moons of travel, 8 cats have come together during their own times of struggle in their travels. Our small group of cats now find themselves within a beautiful forest, where they can rest their paws within the alcove they find. They choose to make camp here, to begin their lives fresh amongst the trees, as their guide from SilverPelt blesses the unspoken leader of this small group, ZinniaStar, putting trust in him to protect the cats and home they will build. But, of course, beginning a clan, or colony as they prefer to call their group, from such small numbers takes time. Will this group of cats manage to find a balance together to survive?

Want to ask any of the cats a question (or myself)? The ask box is open, and asks are always encouraged. All cats that show up on a page will be open for questions (even those in SilverPelt). I’m happy to answer basically anything, including any questions about the characters, art, process or gameplay, so ask away! I’ll answer them all as I get the chance.

Any fanart/writings or anything else you make about the clan are also welcome, and highly encouraged if you want to do it! I absolutely love to see others works, so please tag me in them if you do. I will love to see them!

Tags

#SparkMoon - moon updates

#SparkMoon (number) - specific moon updates (can be used to find a certain moon)

#SparkAsks - ask responses

#about - info posts

#SparkArt - any art of the clan (that I’ve drawn)

#SparkFan - for fanart and/or any fan writings about the clan

You can use the name of any cat as a tag to find posts with that cat in them

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Well, hi there! I’m Lucky (prefer they/them pronouns, but any is fine), and welcome to my ClanGen blog! I’ve seen a lot of others around here, taking particular interest in ones like @splinterclan, @littlebloomclan and @redwoodcolony (which is where I’m getting a little inspiration from for this, since they are incredible!), so I decided I’d do my own. (I’ve been wanting to have a clan/colony I can make more lore around anyways). I love to draw and make up stories, so here is me doing both. Not sure how active I’ll be or how long I’ll keep this up for, but I’ll try my best so I hope you enjoy it! Though, I won’t promise there being any big story or anything, we’ll just see what the cats do, and if/when something crazy and interesting happens, we’ll roll with it. I will be trying to draw at least something for each update.

I’m a huge warriors cats fan, have been for a long time, and this blog is just a bit of fun I’m choosing to do, so it may not be great or consistent in updates, but I’ll do it when I feel like it and I hope it’s a bit of fun for you too! My main blog is @luckyvulpine incase you wanna check it out, though I’m not all that active on there I do plan to post occasionally with things not related to Spark Colony. Any and all Spark Colony related stuff will be kept to this blog.

Also, shout out to the ClanGen devs, @officialclangen, for making such a fun game. I love messing around with my clans on it and I can’t wait to see what kind of chaos and/or drama occurs for Spark Colony.

#SparkColony #about

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fluffy-critter · 2 years ago

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#crosspost #busybee

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hinatto · 3 years ago

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tags i use;

° nana writes 🎁 = my writing tag

° nana’s rbs 🎁 = my reblogs tag

° inbox 🎁 = asks people leave in my inbox

° nana’s keepsakes 🎁 = posts that are special to me

° nana’s laments 🥀 = my interactions/rambling tag

° nana’s beloveds 💍 = posts from ppl I interact with

#feel free to block any of these tags #my posts are consistently tagged with at least one of these and I’ll update it if there’s something I missed

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pervysenpaix · 3 years ago

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Our Flower| BakuDekuXBlackFem Chapter 3

Welcome to my first Tumblr Series! This post will serve as the “Masterlist” for this fic. Chapters can also be found through the tag “our flower 💕” I’ll try to update at least once a week. Follow me and turn on your notifications, so that you won’t miss any updates. Enjoy - Unique 💕

Synopsis: You, Izuku, and Katsuki have been bestfriends since UA. One thing leads to another and you find yourself waking up in bed between the two future pros. No big deal, right? Well, things start to get a bit awkward and you start to get really “sick”. A major bombshell is dropped on you the day before graduation, and you decide that it’s best for everyone if you just disappear. But, what happens when the pair walks into your café four years later?

Warning (18+) NSFW Content| Viewer Discretion is advised.

I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them. DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT.

©pervysenpaix 2022

A month had passed, and things were going good. The men were slowly incorporating themselves into you and Blossom’s daily lives. There wasn’t a day that you didn’t hear from them. They always made sure to have some form of contact be it calls, texts, or just stopping. It didn’t happen too often given their work schedules, but if you had time and they were in the area, they’d pop in to say hello and drop off little gifts. Ranging anywhere from your favorite snacks to flowers they “saw on the way over” to an iPhone 13 that they’d conveniently found a day after Blossom shattered your screen.

Money was never an object to them, no matter how much you objected them spending so much on the two of you, they never listened. If it was up to them, you wouldn’t even be working; they’d loving taking care of you fulltime. Complaining often about your hectic work schedule because working two jobs wasn’t healthy for a full-time student and single mom. Their arguments fell on deaf ears because you had no intentions of quitting. Too stubborn to ask for help even though you were barely getting by. Always exhausted from overworking yourself, but never complaining. You try to be strong for Blossom. She needs you, You couldn’t just leave your wellbeing in the hands of just anyone.

But these men weren’t just anyone.

This was Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya. Proheroes Dynamight and Deku. Your best friends. Your child’s father(s). The loves of your life. Unconventional? Maybe, but it couldn’t be helped. You loved them ever since high school. Even when you left, even though they were happy together, you never stopped. Not a day went by that you didn’t think of them. Then you found eachother again, and everything’s been great! So why are you so hesitant? Why won’t you let them help you? They’ve given you no reason to doubt. Proving themselves over and over that they’re serious about your daughter. They’re so involved, so consistent. Every Sunday morning, they show up to take Blossom on some outing. The zoo, aquarium, a carnival. Last weekend they went to see Allmight on Ice!And had such a great time. It was their first time alone with Blossom because you didn’t have anyone to cover your shift. Apparently, they had a great time. Izuku had taken so many photos, and he was good about keeping you updated via text.

Hey, doll! Look at these two. Cute right? Wish u were here!

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Blossom standing in line for a Taiyaki, she said she never had one. I know you’re not Japanese but really , (y/n)? They’re so good!

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Okay, don’t look at the news. It was a simple misunderstanding and all parties have been compensated.

How did I end up with two, temperamental blondes?

Explosive scandals aside, it was a fun day for all of them. Both men were trying their best at this co-parenting thing, wanting to prove that you could rely on them. They weren’t stupid. They noticed that you were keeping them at an arm’s length. You’d smile and laugh and chat about superficial things, which was nice, but they wanted something deeper. Wanted to be the ones you ran to when you needed help. Understanding, that you had trust issues due to the falling out with your parents over the pregnancy, but still wishing you’d believe them when they said that you could always depend on them.

**♡**

It was early Sunday morning, and the duo was headed to your place. Today was the premier of a new Allmight cartoon movie and they promised to take you and Blossom. The little girl had been rambling about it all week, up until Saturday, when they didn’t hear from her. Odd because Blossom calls every morning telling them to be safe. Even stranger, you weren’t answering any calls or texts. Now this did raise some red flags, but they didn’t want to overreact. Assuming you probably had a double shift, and Blossom was with the babysitter or something. Deciding to keep their cool, they refrained from popping up at your place and peeking through the windows. They were tense and on edge all day, eyes glued to their phones. Brushing everyone off when they questioned their behavior.

This was so weird! They could barely sleep. You weren’t even opening your messages. Izuku was cursing himself because he never got to install those security cameras.

As soon as the early morning sun rose, they were out the door.

It had to be like 7:00 AM, but oh well! The early bird catches the worm, or in this case, the heroes catch woman of their dreams before she escapes with their child and disappears for another four years.

A sigh of relief escaped them when they saw your crappy car in the parking lot. At least she’s still here, Izuku thought as he parked his Benz.

Opting to take the stairs, because the elevator was just too slow, they dashed to your floor and knocked on your door. A little louder than necessary but they were worried. Pressing their ear to the door when they didn’t hear anything, they continued to walk until the soft padding of feet could be heard.

“Coming!” your voice called out, sounding weak and winded. Coughs and sniffles followed. You opened the door without even asking who it was assuming that it’d be your landlord. “I got the letter Ms.Mai, I just need a little more time- O-oh! H-hey guys?” It sounded like a question because it was. Mind completely blank as to why they’d be here, but then it dawned on you that today was Sunday. “(Y/N) why didn’t you answer any of our calls or texts?" Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed, “Sorry. I’ve been sick since yesterday and I got home from work late.”

Honestly, you didn’t even have tell them that you were sick. They could see it. Dark circles were under your puffy and red rimmed eyes. Strands of hair clung to your sweat soaked forehead. Sniffing, you crinkled your runny nose and wiped it on your baggy sleeve. Gross. Even your skin looked sick, dull and lacking your normal radiant glow. Did you really go to work like this?

“What the fuck, (Y/N)?” Bakugo hissed, “You look like hell.” The shrill edge that laced his voice did not mix well with your thumping headache. “Please, Suki. Not so loud, it hurts”. Whimpering you rested your head against the doorframe and closed your eyes. The florescent hallway lights were too strong. Your ears were ringing, and your legs shook. “You’re not pregnant again, are you?” Katsuki blurted out, suddenly feeling nervous. Giggling, you raise your arm and tap your wrist, “Ya gotta have sex to get pregnant, and according to my watch, I haven’t had sex since you knocked me up big guy” you respond as you slapped his chest. “i- (Y/N)… you’re not even wearing a watch” Izuku sputtered. “No shit, Sherlock … pew pew !” you retort, shooting two finger guns in his direction. They were too concerned with your bizarre behavior, and the state of your health to paying attention to your words. “Did you go to work like this?”

“ s’worse ‘cause I had to use my quirk on Blossom. Couldn’t sleep well ‘cause she caught it too.”

Using your quirk is difficult nowadays because you haven’t been taking care of yourself. Not getting enough sleep, because you have to work and study. Not eating healthy because you didn’t have time to prepare anything other than ramen noodles or chicken nuggets for yourself, but you always made sure Blossom had a well-balanced diet. You had drained energy that you didn’t have. Now your body was suffering.

The bug you’d caught wasn’t even that bad. Just a mild fever and a headache. Blossom was worse off than you with a high fever, coughs, and stuffy nose. It had gotten better with some medicine, but she was a little fussy when you were trying to put her down. That’s when you used your quirk. You felt a little guilty, but you were exhausted with a headache and all you wanted was sleep.

Izuku and Katsuki, both know how your quirk functions, so they were able to piece together any info you were too weak to mention.

“Could’ve let us fucking know. Would’ve came over or some shit” Katsuki grumbled, pressing his hand against your forehead, eyes widening when he felt your temperature. “You’re fuckin’ hot” You giggled weakly, “gee thanks, ‘suki. Not bad yourself”. The blonde was not in the mood for jokes. He scooped you up off the ground, holding you against his chest bridal style. The sudden action made you feel dizzy and slightly nauseous. “’Suki~ it huurts~. Put me down” you whined, face pressed against his chest and fingers clenching his jacket. “No”, he huffed, stepping over the threshold and into the small apartment. Tissues were all over the living room floor, with at least five half empty water bottles laying next to a bundle of blankets. “You slept in the living room, (Y/N)?” Too tired to answer you nodded, making the man shake his head.

“Give her here and go check on Blossom” Katsuki handed you over, gently like he was carrying a child. Your arms and legs wrapped around the man’s frame loosely and he held you under you thighs. Even in your weakened state you could appreciate the warm heat of his big hands on your bare thighs. “I think a nice hot bath would help you feel better.

**♡**

Izuku’s POV

(Y/N)’s arms and legs clung, lazily, to my body as I ran her bath. Face pressed against my chest, and eyes squeezed shut. Continuously muttering apologizes. “You don’t have apologize. I’d do anything for you, doll.” I lowered her to her feet, holding onto her waist while she steadied herself. “Are you okay? Do you need help?” She says “no” and takes a shaky step forward, she’d probably have fallen if I wasn’t there. I can’t leave her in here like this, she could really hurt herself. I guess I don’t have that much of a choice.

“I’ll stay and help you” I hope it didn’t sound too creepy, but I’m honestly not even thinking about it that way. She’s delirious, barely keeping her eyes open at this point. I’d love to let her just sleep, but I doubt she’d be comfortable being this sweaty. Besides, sleep is always better after a good bath.

A brief moment of silence passes as I wait for her response. (Y/N) is chewing her lip as her glazed over eyes dart between me and the ground. “i- I don’t want to be bother, Izu” she says weakly, refusing to look up from the ground. Reaching forward, I grab her chin, gently pulling her face close to mines. “You’re not a bother, (Y/N). How many times do we have to tell you that? Please just let us help you”. She whimpers when my hands fall to the hem of her sleep shirt. “ I don’t look like I did in high school”. Wow. Still a bit insecure I see. That’s fine, I’ll spend the rest of my life reassuring her if I have to.

“Didn’t expect you too. Besides I think you look better.” She snorts, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right. Don’t lie to me, Izu. I know what I look like”. I want to to say that she looks amazing and if she wasn’t delirious from fever then I’d fuck her over the bathroom counter, holding her head up by her throat so that she can see the way her gorgeous body jiggles under me everytime I sink my cock in her sweet brown cunny. That would be slightly inappropriate. So I settle for, “Beautiful. You’re beautiful, doll, I’d never lie to you”.

(Y/N) doesn’t resist anymore, just nods her head and lets me do as I please. Well, not really, but you get what I’m saying. She doesn’t resist when I lift her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts. They’d gotten bigger, she was kinda flat in high school so I really like this. Boobs are kind of my thing. Have you seen my boyfriend’s tits? Yeah, exactly. It wasn’t necessary, but I couldn’t help trailing my fingers down her side as I made my way to her panties. Her skin was so smooth and soft; I loved the feeling of her pudgy stomach underneath my fingertips and judging by the way she hummed with her eyes fluttering shut she liked it too. If I wasn’t blushing before, I definitely was when I kneeled to the ground, pulling her thin panties down her thick thighs, putting me face to face with the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. I’ve missed you so much sweet girl, daddy can’t wait until he’s balls deep in you again.

Clearing my throat, and my mind, I come back up and give her what I hoped was a soft smile and not a predatory grin. “Let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl”.

**♡**

(Y/N) had fallen asleep in the tub. The poor thing must’ve been exhausted. I got her dressed and tucked her snuggly in the bed with a kiss on her cheek. Softly closing the door and heading out to find the blondes.

“Mornin’ Zuzu!” Blossom called, cereal falling from her mouth due to it being so full. Kacchan chuckled, shaking his head and wiped her face with a napkin. It was always adorable seeing them interact, but something about this felt different. It was so domestic, and I mean that in the best way possible. Like we were a little family, all that’s missing was mommy. “Morning, sweetheart” I kiss her forehead and stand next to Kacchan. “How was she?” he asked, “So hot” I respond immediately, he raises his brow and smirks, “You’re talking about her temperature right?” I can feel my cheeks reddening, “i-uh yep, that’s exactly what I meant”. He smirks, but doesn’t push. Probably because Blossom is right across the counter munching on frosted flakes.

“Daddy says were gonna go to the store, Zuzu!” Kacchan nods, “Yeah her fridge is pretty much empty. Probably hasn’t been able to get out”. I nod in agreement. (Y/N) stretches herself way to thin, she’s gonna burn out at this rate. We definitely have to figure something out. I know she probably wants to be “independent” but there’s nothing wrong with a little help.

Okay, a “little help” turned into a mini shopping spree. In addition to groceries, we bought toiletries, heated blankets, some merch, fuzzy socks, her favorite snacks, more toys, and a 70in tv with surround sound just in case she wanted to watch a movie. Only the best for our girls.

Blossom was feeling well enough to stay out for the rest of the day. We were still able to make it to the movie and go out for lunch. The idea was to keep her out of the house for as long as possible, so that y/n could rest. After a couple of hours, we headed home for dinner. I mounted the tv and cleaned while Katsuki made your favorite dish. Figuring you’d probably be pretty hungry after sleeping all day.

Getting Blossom to bed was pretty easy. After a busy day in the city in the city and a hearty dinner, the little one was so tuckered out that she’d started nodding off at the table. We put on her pajamas and bonnet, then tucked her into her bed.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” I asked, “Kacchan pass me that blanket over there”. The blonde tossed it over and it landed over my head, which made Blossom giggle. “Alright, settle down...” I trailed off, staring at the handmade blanket. Something about it seemed familiar. “Kacchan, have you seen this before?” The blonde pointed to the two patches at the top, “That looks like that Allmight shirt you wore all the time, and this piece is from my old Aji Fry shirt”. Brows furrowed, I examined the small blanket, working the materials through my fingers. It was old, but freshly mended; like she’d had it for a while. (Y/N) had always been crafty. She loved projects, and would often have me help her with the glittery creations. We used to have so much fun together… “That’s from Mommy’s sad box”.

“Sad box?” Izuku repeated, the toddler nodded while yawning quietly, “mmhmm it used to make her cry when she looked at it, but she doesn’t since you and daddy came”. I didn’t know what to think. “You know where it is, babygirl?” “in the circle by the couch” she mumbled before falling asleep.

For the record, I’d like to make one thing abundantly clear, we were not snooping. Heroes don’t snoop. We were investigating. It’s our jobs as heroes to investigate anything that’s potentially threatening to citizens.

Apparently by “circle”, she meant ottoman. Inside, underneath a pile of blankets, was a large-ish box with the word “Memories” printed on top. It was filled with pictures, cards and papers.

We found copies of Blossom’s ultrasound photo’s, and I slid one into my wallet. It lives there now. Katsuki did the same with several photo’s he’d found of you pregnant and with Blossom as a newborn. You never smiled in the pregnancy photos, always with a pensive expression on your face, but despite that you looked beautiful. Skin shiny and radiant, with your natural hair framing your face., and pregnant belly full and round. I wish I could’ve been there to see it.

“Look at this” It was the shirts, well little tattered pieces of fabric. They were folded neatly, and tucked into the corners. I’d been wondering where it had gone off to. So it was you? Not really sure how to feel about this. Flattered or sad? Even more guilty?

We continued to sift through the photos silently. Laughing at photos of Blossom being silly. Tearing up from pictures of you two being alone on holidays, and birthdays. It was good that you had each other, but you deserved more.

A little black scrap book was at the bottom of the box; it was covered in green and orange glitter with “Deku & Dynamight!!” painted on the center in an “action” font. There was a picture of us high fiving pasted on the cover, and it was subtitled “Super Daddies”. My breath caught and my hands started to shake. I really don’t want to cry, I’m trying my best but it’s hard. It’s no secret that I love that little girl like she’s my own, hell she is mines. But, it hits different for you to acknowledge me that way. There’s a note on the first page:

To Blossom:

Hey BB (Blosson Bakugo) I knew that it’d come up one day. That you’d want to know about your father. Would you believe me if I said you had two! That’s so fun right? Two super daddies. As you know they’ve been a little bit busy keeping us safe, but I thought you’d want to know what they’ve been up to! These two are the most amazing men that I met, my bestfriends, Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo. Don’t be too upset that they’re not around right now, Mommy just doesn’t want to get in the way of the citizens that need saving. Hopefully, we’ll see them again soon. In the meantime, let’s just keep them in our hearts and wish them the best.

With Love,

Mommy

I’m thankful that Kacchan’s here because I’d probably would’ve been bawling after open the book, seeing that it’s laid out like a comic book with pictures of us during fights within the panels. There’s newspaper clippings and screenshots from our interviews. She even printed that really cringy Valentine’s Day photo me and Kacchan had to take for Heroes Daily. Under each photo, she had a little blurb, either describing the situation or relating it to a memory she had of us. What really took me out was a blurry photo of us at our first hero signing. It couldn’t have been taken by a professional considering the quality, and there was a ticket stub glued underneath. So that meant- “she was there” Kacchan whispers, resting his head on my shoulder, I nod turning to the last page and my heart stops.

It was a picture of the three of us in our hero costumes, she was sitting on our shoulders doing peace signs while Kacchan flipped off the camera and I gave a thumbs up. “I remember this, this was after we’d passed the permanent licensing exam” Kacchan sniffed, “the day before the party”.

Two tickets to graduation were tucked into the seams, probably her parents. Fucking assholes, how could you abandon your child? It explains why she’s so adamant about doing everything for Blossom. She doesn’t want to let them down like they did her. That’s probably why she’s been hesitant with us also.

That was heavy.

With a sigh, we began putting the things back into the box. Trying to make everything seem undisturbed. “Oi, Deku.” Turning, I saw that Kacchan was holding an two envelopes, both addressed to my bestfriends. One was dated the day of the hero signing, years ago and the other was dated last week.

The first one read:

Hey guys, it’s me!

Been a while, huh? About a year and five months to be exact. I know, I know, you’re probably going “what the fuck” huh ‘Suki? Give me a chance to explain, and then you can decide if you still want to be mad at me or not.

They say that the easiest place to start is from the beginning, so I guess I’ll start with how I fell in love with the both of you.

Izuku, my best boy, everything always felt “right” with you. My day was always ten times better whenever you walked into the infirmary. Yeah, it sucked that you were hurt, but I was more than happy to take the pain away. Whenever I healed you, it was hard not to stare; you were just so pretty Izu. “Boyfriend material” is what ran through my head whenever we were together. It wasn’t just your looks, it was everything about you. Intelligence. Bravery. Kindness. Just the full package, who wouldn’t fall in love with you?

Katsuki, how have you been? Still hot-headed? I hope so, it was one of my favorite things about you. Even though I wanted to slap you sometimes in the beginning because let’s face it, we were like oil and water. Did not get along at all. Only because you were so fun to tease is all. With you things started off slow, and then all at once. When glares turned into smirks and death threats turned into forehead kisses, I knew it then. I’d fallen for the “bad boy” that actually had a good heart.

Then we had our night together. It was amazing. The two of you made it so special for me, I don’t think anyone could ever compare. That was the closest I’d ever felt to anyone, and I’d never been happier. But, that all came crashing down the next day. I was a little nervous going in because of my lack of experience, but I didn’t think I’d be bad. Cause that’s why you two were being weird right? Because it was bad? I mean it was like you were forcing yourself to talk, Suki. And Izu … you could barely even look at me.

So, I took a step back.

I gave you two some space, in hopes that we could get back to how things were . Regardless of how I felt, I valued our friendship more than anything. I didn’t need to have all of you, just a small piece. Plus, you already had eachother. Your relationship goes back to childhood, I was a stranger in comparison. It made sense for the two of you to get together, but it still hurt when you came to tell me that day. See it was easy to pretend like I belonged when I was in the dark, but with once you announced that it was official, the truth became abundantly cleat. You had eachother, you didn’t need me. I was going to be alone.

Then, as if things needed to be any more complicated, I found out that I was pregnant. It was too much. I was scared. My parents were already angry, saying that I would be a burden. I didn’t want you to feel the same way, so I left and did it on my own.

That’s right, I had a baby girl. Her name is Blossom Bakugo, and she is amazing. The silver lining out of all the hurt and loss. Trust me there was a lot. First, I lost my virginity, then I lost my parents, my bestfriends, and my first loves, all in the same day. I’m not upset about it, it was my decisions that lead me here. But it still hurts to be without you.

I actually came to your hero signing today. There’s no way I would’ve missed the first one. You guys looked great in your costumes! I was so proud. All I wanted to do was run up and hug you, but I didn’t. The two of you looked so happy, and I didn’t want to ruin things. Plus, there were so many people. Women. Asian Women. Beautiful, Asian, women with flat stomachs and small waists. Then there was me, the pudgy black girl carrying a five-month-old. I would’ve caused a scene, probably embarrass you and myself. So I took a quick picture and left. I wonder what would’ve happened if I stayed ?

It doesn't matter, I won’t try again. I’m not even sending this letter. On tv, they mentioned writing out your emotions was helpful. I don’t know if it worked because I’m crying more than I’ve had in months. Writing this letter doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love with two men that would never want me .

No wonder you cried whenever you looked in here. That was awful! Did you really believe that? How could you not know, (Y/N)? It’s always been you. Before there was us, it was you. I’m hesitant on reading the next letter, but curiosity is getting the better of me. How else will we know what’s on your mind, if you won’t let us in.

The second letter:

Wow.

I can’t believe that you’re back in my life. I wake up on edge every morning, afraid that its all just a dream, but then I get your goodmorning text Katsuki, or your daily facetime call. It’s been amazing. I was hesitant terrified at first to get you guys involved. Didn’t want you to feel forced or pressured, but things have been going so well. Seeing the two of you with my daughter is just …. I don’t even know how to describe the feeling. Blossom has never been happier. Going this long without a father, and now she has two.

I’m happy too. It might not seem like it because I’m so awkward sometimes, but I just don’t know how to act around you two. I mean, y’all are so fucking sexy, you two have grown up. I feel like I’m in high school again, lusting after my two friends. But just like then, its more than that. I’m still in love with you. Time stood still for me, and when you guys came back into my life, all those feelings that I’d pushed aside came back with you. Ignoring them is hard, especially with the way you’ve been treating me. Always around, giving soft touches, lingering forehead kisses … it makes a girl flustered. I saw the two of you kiss the other day and that image has been permanently engraved in my mind. It wasn’t even a super sexy kiss. It was just the way Izu held your chin, Katsuki. Or the way you whimpered after ‘Suki smirked while pulling away. I just want someone;I just want the two of you to be like that with me… but I know that’ll never happen. Even if you didn’t have eachother, why would you want me? Even in highschool I didn’t have guys flocking towards me, but now ? Yeah, I think it’s safe to assume that I wouldn’t be your type. So, I’ll keep pushing those feelings away because I’m just happy to have you two around. I may be lonely, but I’m not alone. And that works for me.

“I think-

“So she-

We spoke at the same time, both coming to terms with what we just read. You still liked us. Loved us even. This was amazing! This is good! Now we can tell you how we feel and we can all be a big happy family! Right?

We heard shuffling in your bedroom, so we quickly put everything back where we’d found it. You trudged out the bedroom, pout present on your full lips. “I’m hungryyyy” you whined, fluttering your lashes as you swayed side to side. Still apparently delirious from fever and medication. “Kacchan, made you some (f/d). I’ll go turn the stove back on so it can warm up”.

“Suki!” you gasped, pressing your cheeks as you skipped towards him. “thank you, thank you, thank you!” Giggling, you straddled his lap and pressed kisses on his cheeks. “Y/N- stop” His voice was strained and his hands hovered over your ass, not sure if he should let them drop. Did you know what you were doing? Obviously, not. You were out of it. Still giggling, you placed your hand on his chest and squeezed, “but I’m happy you’re feeding me mommy”. Kacchan chuckled, finally let his hands fall against your ass; squeezing you just like you did him”. “I think I prefer “daddy”, Princess” he smirked, making you bite your lip.

“Umm, Kacchan… I don’t think it’s the best time. She’s sick” I say and she turns her attention towards me. Crawling over the couch and climbing into my lap. “You’re right, Izu … I’m lovesick!” Her hands grazed my neck and slid into my hair, tangling her cute fingers in my strands. It felt so good that my eyes fluttered shut for a moment and I pulled her closer. She was pressed against my chest with her crotch resting on top of my bulge. Look, I didn’t want to get hard, I’m trying my best to keep it down but I can feel the warmth radiating from her pussy and I the way she’s looking at me … “You’re so pretty, Izu. Just like in school”. I kissed her.

Pushing her shirt above her hips, I dug my fingers into her plump ass, rocking her hips against mines as my tongue slides into her mouth. (Y/N)’s whimpering, moaning in my mouth and pulling at my strands while we suck on eachother’s tongues. The cushions shifted and Kacchan was pressed against us, licking down my neck and groping her ass. “Daddy~” she mewled, pulling away to press her lips against his. It was even hotter to watch. Still grinding my bulge against her cunt, I reached over to rub at Kacchan’s. He choked down a sob, and rolled his hips against my hand. This was starting to move really fast. We were not expecting something like this to happen. You weren’t even in a clear state of mind. No no, this isn’t good. “K-kacchan stop. We can’t”. He groaned, but pulled away. The look he shot me was enough to make me whimper. Pupils dilated so wide that his eyes looked black and chest heaving rapidly. Like a predator looking at prey. “Deku… “I know , Kacchan me too. But this isn’t ri-“ My words trailed off and a moan escaped my lips when you rocked your hips against me. “No, Izu please. Don’t Stop“ you whined, pawing at Kacchan’s chest and rocking against my lap. Grinding harder and faster until you were chanting my name and cumming all over my pants. That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.

“mmm~ such a good girl. Came so hard for me. Felt nice didn’t it ?”

You nodded, grabbing at our hands and sticking out fingers in your mouth. “So good” you muttered around the digits, “wanna make you feel good too”. Fuck. Okay, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but we all love eachother so it’s fine right? Probably won’t even go all the way … Who am I kidding, I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.

“O-okay, Kacchan go grab the baby monitor and I’ll turn off the stove. Go wait for us in the room, doll” You scurried off excitedly and me and Kacchan exchanged grins. “DP?” He raised a brow, and I nodded. Was that even a real question?

Not even ten seconds had passed before we were opening the door to your bedroom. More excited than we’d been in a while. I could see Kacchan’s print against his thigh. This was gonna be crazy.

Or so we thought, because when we opened the door you were asleep. Knocked out in a starfish position, snoring softly. Kacchan whimpered, “i- but- can we wake her up?” Reluctanty, I sighed and shook my head “no” and covered her with a blanket. Kacchan groaned, gripping at his erection. “Fuck! What am I supposed to do about this?” Always, fucking whining. He’s not the one that had your pussy in his face or rubbing on his dick. It’s like I’ve been being edged all day! Wrapping my hand around his throat, I push him against the wall.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me tonight, Kacchan?”

**♡**

It was a long night. Very eventful, but I’m not complaining. Even though the situation wasn’t ideal, I’m glad we made some progress. I can’t wait for us to talk about taking things to the next step.

We were in the kitchen, getting Blossom ready for school. She had already eaten breakfast, and we were just about to walk out the door when you ran out of your bedroom.

“Blossom ! Wake up!” you shouted, frantically pulling on a pair of pajama pants. Probably thinking that you were running late because we’d turned your alarms off. “Relax, doll. We already got her dressed.” I say, and you made the cutest little squeak. “Izu!? ‘Suki?” Eyes widened as you looked between the two of us. “’Morning, Princess” Kacchan winked, a smirk growing on his features. Always such a tease. “Goodmorning, Doll.” I say, heading in her direction for a morning kiss. Would that be weird ? I mean we already kissed last night so it should be fine. “What are you doing here?” I paused, taking in her confused expression. “Hah?” Kacchan walks out of the kitchen, staring with furrowed brows, but your startled look remained. “W-what are you guys doing here? How did you get in ?” Oh my god. “You don’t remember …?”

“No” she shook her head, “Did Blossom call you?”

“We’ve been here since takin’ care of you since yesterday. Spent the night and everything” Kacchan huffed.

“You really don’t remember ?” I squeezed her hand, and she frowned and put her hand on my cheek, “No… just some weird dreams. Did something happen?”

“ Apparently, not” Katsuki grumbled, picking up Blossom and heading towards the front door. Must’ve been embarrassed because his cheeks were pink and I’m sure I was blushing as well.

“Umm, we’ll drop her off this morning, doll. Get some rest.” I kissed her cheek and she nodded. Confused expression still fixed on her face.

“Thanks for taking care of me last night”.

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Between You and I - Part Seven

Recommended listening - Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge.

This is my 100th post! I was saving it for an update, so here we go! It's a little longer, coming it at around 5k words, but I was trying to build up some story line, too, lol. Anyway! Enjoy this chapter because man the next one is gonna be a mess. As always, thank you so much for reading. I love and appreciate u all. PS - I literally don't remember what I write so if I repeat things, I am super sorry. But I just get an idea and spend a couple days writing with the flow. So I never go back and reread things. Sorry!

And about the song. It just came on one of my playlists and I was like, hm. This works. 18+ Minors DNI

You sit in the passenger seat of Joel’s truck, the visor down with the mirror angled at your face. He watches with interest as you apply a bold coat of red lipstick to your lips, sticking your finger between them and pulling it out with a pop. His face twitches at the action. He should not find that so attractive.

But you look good tonight. You look good every night, but rather than wait and get dressed at the club, you took your time and got ready at Joel’s place. He’s had to watch you float around in your skimpy outfit for an hour with you telling him no touching. It’s part of why you had to do your makeup in his car. You couldn’t risk him messing it up with his aroused kisses.

You saved the lipstick for last, swiping your eyelids with champagne glitter complimented by thick black liner and false lashes. The lashes were a surprise for Joel, who could not get over the fact that they were, in fact, fake. And yes, you put them on top of your own. A wild concept for the man, but it was endearing.

“God damn,” Joel mutters, his eyes still fixated on you. You stop fucking with the ringlets in your hair and glance over at him. Suddenly, you feel very self-conscious.

“What?” You frown, looking down at your outfit. Tonight’s getup consists of a black bustier corset and skirt accented by red ribbon and lace detail. It’s not your favorite costume, but it accentuates your curves and pushes your breasts up, showing them off. You look hot. At least, you thought you did until Joel spoke. “Do I look okay?” You question him with a soft voice.

“In that ensemble?” Joel snorts, flicking his eyes over your frame, burning every part of you into his brain. Under the dim parking lot lights, you are seductive, almost mythical. He thinks if he reaches out to touch you, you might just disappear. “You look like every teenage boy’s wet dream,” he blurts.

“You say the sweetest things to me, Joel Miller,” you tease, glimpsing back at yourself in the mirror. After adding some setting spray, you’re good to go. Even if there were issues with your makeup, you have no time to make changes. You’re already running late. “Come on, let’s go,” you groan as you open the door.

Tonight, Joel has decided to join you at the club. You were complaining earlier about how much you didn’t want to go, and Joel being the perfect man he is, said he’d tag along. His reasoning was that if you saw him waiting for you in the audience, the night would pass by quickly, and you'd be with him the second your shift was done. You’re not sure about that, but you love the thought.

Ever since you went on your date with him, he’s been more delicate with you. His touches are gentle and affectionate. The words he speaks are wrapped in compassion. And the way he fucks you, well, it’s tender. It’s loving. You don’t want to get ahead of yourself, but his newfound passion torches those embers within you. He’s clingy, in a good way. And his actions are much like yours. Filled with love.

But no, you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“I’ll sit you in the VIP section,” you tell him when you enter the familiar building. The sequined walls welcome you back, and the lights have already dimmed to a cool violet shade. You greet Eli at the ticket counter and get Joel checked in, slipping a shiny gold wristband past his watch. Your stomach churns, knowing that it was a gift from Sarah. Oh, if only she knew what you were up to now. You swallow the lump in your throat and put a smile on your face, taking Joel’s hand. “The VIP tables have the best view in the house. So, I expect excellent tips,” you jibe.

“I have to tip you now?” He laughs, following your lead through the club. “Isn’t that prostitution?” You don’t turn around, but he can hear you huff at his joke, and his smile widens. He keeps up as you weave through smaller tables until you reach a bigger raised platform. Velvet ropes drape around the location, and you unhook one, ushering Joel up.

“Enjoy the show tonight, Mr. Miller,” you flirt, leaning over the cords. You swear you can see him blush a little as he relaxes back onto the velour loveseat. You step away for a second before returning, biting your lip. “And yes, you have to tip me. But… I didn’t say how,” you whisper suggestively, shooting him a wink before jumping down from the platform and sauntering away.

His eyes stay glued to you until you vanish behind the purple curtain. Once you are out of sight, Joel exhales through his nose as worry seeps through his bloodstream. The hold you have over him is concerning, and he knows it. Truth be told, you have him hypnotized. And it’s not just your looks, or your youth, or your enthusiasm to do whatever he wants. You are extraordinary. It’s as simple as that. He could live a thousand lifetimes and never meet another soul like you.

He’s not a big believer in things like fate. But that day you bumped into him changed his course in life for sure. How can he not thank the planets for aligning at just the right moment to bring you to him?

Sarah would say it's destiny.

But he can’t think about Sarah. He’s so afraid of her finding out this secret. But the problem is, he wants to tell her. He wants to tell her everything because he’s so intensely connected to you, he doesn’t want to hide it. Sarah is the most important person in his world, and her feelings come first. He wants her to accept his relationship with you because if it comes down to it and he has to choose…

He’d have to say goodbye to you.

Lost in thought, Joel doesn’t realize he’s not alone anymore. Your coworker, Daphne, is standing beside him with a knowing grin on her face as she stares the man down. It’s only when she clicks her tongue that he snaps out of his daze, embarrassed.

“Hey, I don’t blame you,” she says, comforting him. “Our girl looks good tonight.”

“Yeah,” Joel nods in agreement. “She sure does. Did you need something?” He asks awkwardly, wondering how long she had been standing there before knocking him out of his fog.

“Just to take your drink order,” she says cheerily. “What can I get you?”

“Oh,” he frowns, darting around the room for you like a lost puppy.

Daphne must notice because she laughs and snaps her fingers in his face. “She’s behind the bar. I’ll send her back with your drink. Just tell me what you want.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes shyly and orders a scotch, thanking Daphne as she walks away. His eyes fall on the bar, and sure enough, there you are, mixing a cocktail. He smiles out of instinct, and you return it, sending him a little wave as well.

Daphne stops in front of the bar, and he watches the two of you talk. She must say something witty, probably making fun of him, because your head falls back as you let out a laugh with your friend joining in after. Great, he thinks. Made a killer first impression on the people in your life.

“Okay, for starters, that man is gorgeous and I hate you,” Daphne declares, leaning over the bar top, giving you Joel's order. You can’t help but laugh at her comment, agreeing with her. She glances back at him and then smiles brightly at you. “And secondly, he is so in love with you, it makes me sick.”

“Daphne!” You chirp, standing straight in alert and almost dropping a bottle of alcohol in the process. “Don’t say that,” you whisper. “He is not.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffs and turns around, deliberately pointing to Joel who's sitting there staring at his hands. “I know I’m kind of challenged in the male emotions department,” she admits, making you chuckle. “But I know love when I see it. And cupcake, that man is in love with you.”

You glare at her while you get together Joel’s drink, cheeks burning crimson all the way to the tips of your ears. She really said that. And now you can’t get the thought out of your head.

But she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She already admitted she’s bad at reading guys. She obviously has this one wrong. Obviously. Without saying another word, you grab your tray and make your way over to where Joel sits, leaving Daphne and her silly accusations behind.

Joel fidgets while he waits for his booze. For whatever reason, he's feeling nervous tonight. This is your territory. This is your life. And you’re welcoming him in, letting him be a part of it. He's seen you dance before, once with Tommy, but this is so different. It’s intimate in a unique way, and he just wants to make you proud to be with him.

“Your drink, sir,” your sweet voice says as you return to him, holding out a glass and a cocktail napkin. He mumbles his thank you, swiping the drink from your hands and downing it quickly. You stand by with wide eyes, shocked by his restlessness. Once he’s done, he gasps and sets the glass down thoughtfully. “You good, babe?” You ask him, practically feeling the panic that branches off him.

“I’m anxious,” he admits, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans. “I’m like, really fuckin’ anxious.” Okay, maybe Daphne is on the right track with this whole love thing. But…you can’t be sure. Don’t read into it.

“Aw,” you coo, reaching forward for his hand. He lets you take it, lacing your fingers and giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Why?”

“I have no idea, sweetheart,” he says. “This all feels really personal.”

“Joel,” you say flatly, attempting to hide your mischievous smile. “You’ve seen me naked. Pretty sure that’s more personal than this.”

“I know! How crazy is that!” He all but shouts, a wild look in his eyes.

“Okay,” you giggle, dropping your hand from his. God, he's cute. “Can I get you a refill?”

“I’m okay,” he assures you with a warm smile. “Go do your thing. I’ll be fine.” He nods as you stand there, sizing him up. You still have some questions, but he seems to be calmer now. So you leave him there, needing to attend to other customers.

If only Joel knew how quickly things would change the second you left.

You make your way to a table across from him, socializing with other patrons, taking their orders as you flip your hair over your shoulder, leaning down just close enough so some dick with a baseball cap gets an eyeful of your tits. It’s over the top flirtation, but the guys don’t care as long as you’re paying attention to them. They eat that shit up.

Joel’s man enough to admit he feels jealous of the way these guys watch you. He doesn’t like when they flirt with you, and he certainly hates when you tease back. But it’s a part of the job. He understands this. If anything, it gives him a moment to take a step back and dial down the overly possessive thoughts swimming in his mind. He doesn’t own you. Yeah, you tease each other about it during sex. But you are your own person. He would never be that guy. Unless he's railing you.

But he does have to fight down the urge to knock in their teeth when they check out your ass. Not that he can blame them. Anyone with a sense of sight would be floored by you.

So he gets it. He does. And these men, they’re mostly respectful because even though you and every other performer in here are dressed like pinup girls, it’s a well-established joint with a good reputation. The audience comprehends that, so they keep their hands to themselves and their comments just above skeevy.

Every once in a while, a rowdy client comes through. But that’s when security steps in and gives them the boot so as not to ruin the night for anyone else. You’ve told Joel that those nights are few and far between. And that it’s been a while since an incident occurred.

So when you traipse past the VIP section to a table a few rows ahead of him, everything kind of moves in slow motion as a guy in a suit guides his hand to slap your ass. It takes a few seconds for Joel to wrap his head around the act before his protectiveness kicks into drive. He stands, rage ticking through him, ready to lunge at a notice. He’s halfway over the obstruction of velvet ropes when he hears your voice.

“Excuse me, sir!” You scold, your tone reaching a decibel Joel’s never heard. It garners the attention of surrounding tables, all watching in anticipation. “Touch me again and I’ll have you thrown out,” you snap.

“Like you have the power to do that,” douchebag in a suit slurs. You brush him off as a drunk idiot, not worth your time until he opens his mouth again and grabs your wrist. “Stupid slut.”

Joel hears those vile words drip from that man’s mouth, and all he can see is red. His fists are ready for destruction. But before he can do anything to defend your honor, you’re yelling again.

“Eduardo!” You call out, tearing yourself away from the man's aggressive hold. He has the nerve to smirk, totally unfazed by your temper.

In seconds a tall, broad man approaches the chaos. He’s dressed in black from head to toe, hair slicked back, not a strand out of place, rigidity in his face. His muscles bulge as he crosses his arms, and his chunky army boots thunder against the floor as he makes his way to you, standing by your side. “Something wrong?” His deep voice asks, and the smirk on the pervert’s face falls.

“This creep won’t stop touching me,” you huff, singling out the dickhead who grabbed you.

Eduardo’s face hardens, and he captures the guy by the suit collar, yanking him from the chair he’d been occupying. The man wiggles in Eduardo’s hold, panic setting in that his drunk mind can’t understand. “No touching the performers,” Eduardo says harshly.

“Performers?” The stranger chortles, spitting when he looks at you. “She’s basically a stripper.”

You roll your eyes and walk away from the altercation, as it's beneath you. Eduardo will override the guy’s last warning and have him kicked from the club any second. You’re done with that.

Footsteps come up behind you, and you know it’s Joel, coming to check on you. You have to admit, it would’ve been hot to see him in action. But if he dared to try, he’d be removed from the premises for beating that guy to a pulp.

“Are you okay?” Joel asks, tugging on your hand affectionately. His spicy cologne fills your senses as he draws you close, examining your face for any type of distress. His warm hazel eyes look you over, and you swear, you’ve never felt so adored.

“I’m fine,” you hum, leaning into his touch. The pad of his thumb skims over your jaw, down the side of your neck where you’re sporting faded bruises. His touch is mild as he outlines the mark he left and goosebumps raise over your arms. You tilt your head up and stand on your tiptoes to leave a faint kiss on his cheek. “Just settle in, relax. I’ll send Daphne over with another drink.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, still concerned for your well-being.

“I am,” you insist, motioning for him to return to his seating area. “I have to get back to work. Go, enjoy the show.”

Joel (hesitantly) does as you say, going back to his area. He thinks about what just happened and how enraged he was, ready to annihilate that guy if needed. He’s always been the protective type, but this was startling. He saw you in danger, and it terrified him. He realizes now just how much he would do anything for you. Anything at all.

Daphne comes around with another scotch, pulling him from his revelation. He thanks her, slowly sipping this one and enjoying the smooth taste as it travels down his throat. “You’re a good guy, Joel,” she states, catching him by surprise. “You’re the kind of guy she deserves.”

A smile tugs on his lips, his insides twisting with a pleasant feeling. He likes that. A guy you deserve. It briefly makes him wonder about the guys you’ve had in your past. But that’s unnecessary suffering.

The night goes on, and much to Joel’s dismay, a young group of men have decided that you are their favorite worker this evening. They toy with you and constantly call you back to their table. You put on a facade and flirt back, just for tips. But it makes Joel uncomfortable. He sees the way they look at you. The way they whisper amongst themselves when you walk away.

He notices how easy it is for you to talk with them. And when it’s your turn to perform, they’re the loudest ones in the room. You smile, and Joel knows it’s your job to be friendly, but with those guys, it comes so effortlessly. He doesn’t like this jealous feeling festering inside of him. It’s rare and unpleasant.

When the night is over, you hurry off the stage and head towards the back to change into the comfortable sundress you brought with you. Joel gets a text from you that says you’ll be out in a few minutes, so he waits by the door, chatting with Eli from earlier. He sees the rambunctious group of guys from before also waiting, probably for you. Fire burns through Joel’s veins when he hears them talking about you as if you’ll follow them home for some gangbang. No, that’s too much. He gives up and decides to wait outside instead.

He waits for you in his truck, radio on in the background. He sings along to the song, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in time with the melody. He’s carried away, lost in the music, he doesn’t hear you open the door. You slide into your seat with a big smile on your face. And he cringes at what could have you so bubbly. Was it those guys? Wow, okay. He’s acting pathetic. And a little bit like a psychopath.

“Hey, why did you leave?” You question as you lean over for a kiss. His lips aren’t responsive, so you pull back, pouting.

“Thought I’d give you some time,” he says coldly, and he knows that he sounds like an asshole, regretting his tone as soon as he opens his mouth. Get it together, old man.

“Does this have anything to do with those boys?” You smirk, mocking him. Oh, so you saw them. “You have nothing to worry about,” you tell him, leaning over the center console again. You plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek, giggling as you pull back.

“Hmph,” he grunts, pouting like a little kid. This is new. It’s kind of charming, if you’re being honest.

“You know that this job comes with people who want to sleep with me,” you point out ruthlessly. “And maybe I’ll play along, let them wonder, but it’s all for show. You know you’re the only one who gets to fuck me.” Your voice drops an octave, your hand inching up his thigh.

“You sure about that?” He asks, watching your delicate hand grip his jeans.

“Of course,” you purr, dipping your fingers between his legs, scaling up his inner thigh until you reach the front of his jeans. You cup him in your hand, and he bites back a gasp.

“That’s right,” he sighs and slants over, grabbing you by the hair and crushing his lips to yours. He’s dominant, holding you tightly in place, his lips molding with yours. His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, harshly tugging it into his mouth. His kiss is selfish, smothering you while his fingers wrap around the loose curls of your hair and pull. You can hardly breathe as he slips his tongue into your mouth, massaging it against your own. Your fingers curve on his chest, breathing through your nose until you feel like you’re going to pass out. He only lets up when you whimper against his bruising kiss.

“Joel,” you wheeze, sliding your hand up his chest.

“You good?” He asks, breathing heavily alongside you. Still catching your breath you nod, and he accepts that before kissing you again. His hand grasps the back of your neck, dragging you into him as his lips slot with yours, his tongue fiercely flicking inside your mouth. His other hand fucks with his seat, pulling the lever so it slides back. Your lips break apart from his, but he wastes no time tugging you on top of him. It’s a struggle to get into position, the wheel digging into your back and your head brushing against the roof, but you eventually do, settling your thighs over his.

His greedy hands sweep up the length of your curves, starting at your thighs, up your sides, dropping back down to grab your ass. You wiggle against him, attaching your lips to his neck, piercing his skin with your teeth until you feel him groan against your mouth, low rumbles in his throat. His hands make their way back to your thighs, drifting upwards, under your dress. He bunches the fabric between his fingers, hiking the material up, exposing your panties.

“You look so good in blue,” he murmurs, letting his fingers swipe up the front of your core, pressing against the soaked cotton. He rubs you through the soft material, watching your perfect body writhe on top of him. Your head falls back as he presses a knuckle to your clothed cunt, extracting a heavenly moan from your lips.

“Oh, yes,” you say quietly, so low he almost misses it, but he catches the silky sound and pushes your panties to the side, sinking one finger past your slick entrance, then another. You quickly undo his jeans, eagerly pulling out his dick and taking it in your hands. His mouth claims yours again, sucking on your tongue while his fingers pump into your pussy faster. You try to match his pace, squeezing him harder, panting into each other’s mouths as he fucks you with his hand. But your grip on him falters when you feel him hit that delicious spot inside you. “Oh, god, Joel! Right there,” you beg, grinding against his fingers.

“Touch me,” he demands in return, and you shiver at his tone. You comply, getting yourself together enough to jerk him off. You stroke his cock faster, paying special attention to his red, leaking tip, dipping into the slit with your thumb while your other hand works his base. In the dingy light, you can see his precum shining along his dick. And you crave to have him in your mouth. But Joel has other plans.

He rips - literally rips - your panties off, revealing your needy pussy to him. You gasp in surprise, titillated when his rough finger drags through your folds. “Mr. Miller,” you whimper, pushing back on him.

He chuckles darkly and taps your hips. You know what he wants, propping yourself up a bit so he can easily guide his cock into you. You sink down on him, groaning at his thickness as you feel every inch of his hardness brush against your walls. You start off fast, desperate even, rocking on top of him. This isn’t fun, playful sex; it's not even sweet, passionate lovemaking. It’s a quick, dirty fuck to show you who you belong to.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, “ride my cock.” He has a death grip on your hips, yanking you onto him, fucking you so deep you can practically feel him in your guts. “Look so good on top of me,” he whispers, keening his fingers into your creamy skin. He barely moves, staying almost still, making you do all the work. You bounce on him, gasping with each roll of your hips as he penetrates your sweet spot over and over. He reaches up to pull down the straps of your dress, letting your tits spill out in front of him. He grabs them in his hands, tweaking one nipple while he sucks on the other. You’re in bliss, that blinding gush of euphoria blanketing over you.

“Fuck, Joel,” you moan loudly, grabbing at the back of his neck. You ride him faster, stabbing your nails into his skin, little crescents marking his neck. “Baby, I l-love…your cock.” You curse your tongue for almost letting your true words slip - I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Of course you do,” he mumbles, finally moving and thrusting up into you, making your body rattle against him. “Who do you belong to?” He snarls, his hand shooting up to grasp your throat. His hold is tight, clutching at your trachea, stimulating all your senses until your mind becomes murky. He forces your head to stay up, looking into your lidded eyes. “Say it,” he orders.

“Y-you, Mr. Miller,” you gasp, voice splintering. “I’m yours.” He gives your throat one final squeeze before moving his hands into your hair. Joel twirls your silky strands around his hand and tugs hard, shooting sharp sensations along your scalp. But he wants you where he wants you, head curling back with your pretty neck exposed so he can bite and suck wherever he pleases. You don’t know if it’s the possessive words he mutters in your ear or the rough way he handles your body, but it’s the hottest sex you’ve ever had. With anyone.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he moans, bucking into your cunt hard and fast, astonished at how you clench around his cock. You're so tight and warm, wet and perfect, he could fucking live between your legs. And you can barely get a word out, only pathetic whimpers with your mind consumed by desire. “This sweet little pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it?” He smirks.

“God, yes,” you manage to choke out, your thighs quivering against his. He impales you hard, watching as you collapse on top of him and bury your face in his shoulder. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you in place as he jerks up into you. He's scalding against you, heating your entire body with delight.

“Yeah, no one else can fuck you like I can,” he grunts, snapping his hips quick, making your worn out body jolt. He's not asking you questions anymore, he's telling you truths. “Those pathetic boys your age,” he scoffs as if the thought of them near you disgusts him. “They don't know how to please a girl like you.” His breath is searing in your ear, blowing against your cheek. "Girl like you deserves to be fucked right."

He’s right, he’s so right. He’s right about all the things - about everything. Joel Miller is so deep inside you, fucking you to the brink that your brain becomes fried. Whatever he says, you agree with it. He is right. You can’t think about anything else except how wonderful he feels buried into your tight heat. You can't even remember what day it is. Christ, what’s your name again?

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, shaking on top of him. Your hair is drenched with sweat, adhering to the sides of your face. And your breathing is rapid like you cannot take anymore.

“Not until I say so,” Joel demands, and you cry out in both pleasure and frustration. “You’ll cum when I want you to. Got it?" He asks and you nod. "And I want to hear my name come from these beautiful lips. I want you to fucking scream it."

“O-okay,” you agree, your pussy gripping his cock, welcoming him, taking everything he has to give you. Even if you feel like you're going to crumble.

He uses what little energy he has left to fuck you into oblivion. You can feel his dick twitch inside you, and you brace weak hands on his shoulders, trying to roll your hips as he cums. He shoots deep into your overly sensitive pussy with his seed, fucking you through his climax, painting your walls with his cum. Just the thought of him inside of you brings you closer. And you can’t hold on much longer.

“Mr. Miller, please,” you mewl, biting hard on your lip. “I n-need to cum.”

“You think you deserve it?” He rasps, his hand coming up and grabbing your chin, forcing you to glance down at him. "Does my girl deserve to cum?"

“Uh huh,” you sigh, releasing your lip from your teeth. Joel's fingers tip your chin, pulling you close so he can kiss you. It's sloppy, full of teeth and tongues, but it feels so good.

“I think so, too,” he grins, showing his first sign of mischievousness since you started fucking. “Go ahead, baby. Cum, let me see you.”

“Joel, fuck, Joel,” you moan his name like he asked, reaching up to grab at the roof of his truck, scratching your nails against the material for something, anything, to hold on to. Your orgasm hits you hard. Joel can feel your body trembling on top of him as you release, a sense of pride bubbling up inside.

You're both panting, sticky, sweaty by the time you've come down from your rush. The windows have fogged, the scent of you and Joel lingers in the air, and you feel dirty. But in the best way. Your eyes meet his, and your heart thumps with affection. You love him so much.

He can feel your heart pounding, knowing his is going just as strong. And all of the puzzle pieces come together to paint an obvious picture before him. Those feelings, the overwhelming emotions that took over him tonight. There's a reason for that.

He loves you, too.

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