#see ya next week 🫡

[sensitive-trait]

Hi, I’m back!

Life has been getting in the way of me playing Sims, in the best way. I’ve been traveling with my fiancé and visiting friends. We spent a few weeks in Paris and got to see Versailles which has always been one of my dreams. Then I came home to go to one of the final shows of the Eras tour. (I cried like a baby at both) I can honestly say 2024 has been the best year of my life so far and I want to thank all of you for being a part of that ❤️ Since it’s been a minute, I'm gonna spend the next week doing a little reblog recap before we start generation 3. Next week we begin the new year and a new generation with the vote for Alice’s spouse! 

Happy Holidays and New Year ❤️❤️

Please enjoy some random irl photos below the cut

[fictionismyreality3]

Before You Go (18+)

Warnings: romance and everything that come with it, SMUT AT THE END

Notes: thank u lana del rey for giving me this title 🫡 he’s so lana coded. we love our emotionally stunted bbg simon

Kisses with Simon weren’t always as easy as they had become over the years of you being together.

There was a time when Simon wouldn’t even let you touch anything but his hands or his arms. It took coaxing him like a scared animal, gentle words you offered again and again for him to finally take his balaclava off. That was a good night. You can still remember his shakiness, hands that had been so steady taking a life now quivering at the act of being known.

“Just fuckin’ hurry up.” He snapped, but the anger tasted more like fear when it left his mouth.

“You aren’t gonna want-”

The words of self-loathing barely met the air before you’d leaned down, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. You held his hand as his breath heaved, not commenting on the way his whole body trembled when your lips finally connected with his.

Then there were kisses of maintenance.

At least, that’s what Ghost thought of them as. Keeping you as his slowly became the most important part of his life, the need to have you weaselled its way into his soul. He had no fucking clue how to how to make sure you stayed. He didn’t even really know why you showed up in the first place, but whatever gods that still thought he was worthy enough had given him you, and he wasn’t going to damage the opportunity.

You were his girl.

But Simon was oblivious to how to keep a woman happy. Yeah, he fucked you raw every chance he could, he beat the shit out of anyone you frowned at, but the gentleness you exuded existed nowhere in himself.

It was only when he’d been cleaning his guns, not on the kitchen table because you didn’t like that, that he got a little spark of understanding.

He had to take care of you.

Never letting you go without a reminder that he was always around. It started with morning and night kisses, making sure you were stuck with the taste of him even in your dreams. He’d find you when you were cooking, pressing his lips to your cheek or the top of your head without saying a word. It was nothing intense, just a subtle way that he made sure you were real.

“Si? You okay?” The weight of Ghost hugging you from behind made your heart warm, and you put down the wooden spoon you were holding.

“Yeah.” A kiss to your temple. “M’okay now.”

Marking you up with hickeys that even one of your oversized hoodies couldn’t cover was his way of maintaining your relationship, and knowing you had a visible memento of his claim on you every time you looked in the mirror helped him feel a little more secure.

And then there were the fervent kisses.

Lips colliding in the dim, warm light of your bedroom, Simon’s large hands holding your hips down as he kept you on his lap. He’d swallow every sound you made, knowing he had to leave in the morning. Not being able to see you for months, or even longer, spurred him with the urge to leave you with a lasting memory. He could have you forget him when he was gone.

It didn’t matter if you were tired, he’d force you down onto the bed, drawing mewls and gasps from your lips as he tried to memorize every detail of your body before he went off on his next mission. Latching his lips to the inside of your thighs, he’d suck hard enough to leave a hickey that would take weeks to fade.

“Not gonna leave ya.” He’d echo, kissing your clit like it would offer some form of protection for wherever he was being sent to.

“Gonna keep you all t’myself.” His soft lips would kiss at your even softer cunt, devouring every twitch and shudder that went through you. “Si. Si, I can’t-”

It didn’t matter if you’d been up all night, trapped under the weight of his hands while he ate you without faltering. “You can take it. C’mon, dovie, be a good girl an’ give me one more.” He wouldn’t stop until you were limp on the sheets and he was nose deep in your pussy, permanently engraving his name on your clit with his tongue.

And when he left in the morning, he left knowing your lips were sore.

[mommahughes19-23]

surprises - Q.H

@tattoosbymorgs : YALLLLLLL, the studio room is DONE! Im going to post a pic to my story of what it looks like for ya!

this weekend was so fun & much needed, boats, boyfriends, besties. Spent the week workin as usual then got to see my babbbby!!

tagged : @quinnhughes @tanevchris @jackhughes @lhughes_06

location : van - mich

_eliaspettersson : dang girl youre kinda talented

luca.fantilli : YOU DIDNT EVEN GO TO UMICH YOU FAKE !!!

↪ tattoosbymorgs : legit fuck off you whore, my hot ass boyfriend did so im just trying to be supportive

bboeser : im just gonna sit and wait for you to figure out why IM NEVER INVITED

jackhughes : thank you for joining us. please dont feel free to tag along next time🫡

↪ tattoosbymorgs : oh silly silly jacklynn 🤣

lhughes_06 : we love a supportive girly who steals every umich item in sight.

↪ tattoosbymorgs : wow very judgmental im telling your mommy

trevorzegras : dang chica youre a busy ass woman... still think you could make time for fam 😔

↪ tattoosbymorgs : no because my mommy said I didn't have to

bradytkachuk : STOP ENCOURAGING EM TO GET A TATTOO PLEASE AND FUCKING THANKS 🖕🏻

↪ tattoosbymorgs : no thank you Brady, NO THANK YOU!

zadorov_16 : I MISS YOU SO MUCH

↪ tattoosbymorgs : So come and visit me ???

elblue6 : Stunning young lady! Thank you for being a part of our family!🙏🏻🙏🏻🤗

dakotajoshua8 : when I am back and healthy its SO on for a tattoo

_tylermyers_ : could you not influence our captain to partake in reckless activities🙄👊🏻

emmamatthews : YOU ARE STUNNING MAMACITA <3 🩷

austonmatthews : boutta slippity slide over there for another tattoo😘

bellzp__ : S T U N N I N G, please omg I can never get enough of you!!🤭

↪ tattoosbymorgs : omg omg omg says you hottie mcbody 🤤

_quinnhughes : I love you so much, I am so glad I could take care of you this week🫶🏻🩷

↪ tattoosbymorgs : bubs, im going to cry. I love you forever & always my lover😘🩷😘🩷😘🩷😘🩷

nilshoglander : so can I possibly have 5 min with my captain? 🙄

↪ tattoosbymorgs : no, you can however have 5 min with US 🩷

j.tmiller9 : ma'am, if you dont put on some clothes right NOW😡

↪ tattoosbymorgs : I AM WEARING CLOTHES WYM???

edwards.73 : I like 👍

tdemko30 : see you soooooon 🫶🏻

ehtkachuk : My bestest friend in the whole wide world and shes hot? ughhhhh 😘😭🩷🥹

colecaufield : woot woot😈

_alexturcotte : nice to finally meet you!!!🤗

MORGAN POSTED A STORY :

the stuuuuuuu (aka the extra room I have in my apartment became useful)

A.N:

HIIIIII! Im so sorry I have been MIA. Here is this and I hope you like

Tags: @babygirlboeser

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #5

This week we have just one comic, PKNA #2: Due! (Or I guess the English name would be "Two" but I've been calling Uno by his Italian name the whole time so-)

Shoutout to the cover art right off the bat actually cause Donald appears to be in some kind of hellish Cirque du Soleil contraption. I also really want to know if the binary text actually translates to anything or if they just put in random combinations (not that you can really read where they trail off anyways).

Uno when ChatGPT tells people to start eating rocks and to put glue on their pizza

*holds him by the scruff like a cat*

babygirl

Well that's a bad omen- Oh nvm they only hacked Channel 00, L + ratio

God dammit 😭

snoozer male 🛌💤

Well well well, look who's come craaawling back from his monastary. Enjoyed being a monk NERD??? sorry idk why I'm being mean to Everett he's done literally nothing

NOOO UNO DON'T START TELLING PEOPLE TO EAT ROCKS AND PUT GLUE ON PIZZA

Bet you really regret programming your super AI to lie now huh. Also Donald's not an OUTSIDER ok he's a friend, a pal. He lives in the broom closet.

I feel like I'm watching one of those sitcom episodes where a guy double books a date with two girls at once and he has to go to both dates without them ever seeing each other... at least that's about as much tact as Uno has right now.

WE'RE GONNA SMASH THE HACKER WITH AN ANVIL!!!

poor little meow meow.... he literally deflated

NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh that's gore. that's gore of my comfort character 💔

You're telling me this yeeyee ass traffic cone ass is behind everything??? conehead ass-

don't call him that

Haha yay what a happy ending! I sure am glad that Due is definitely dead and gone forever!!!!

Anyways here's an EPIC meme I made in celebration of this chapter.

One time I tried telling one of my friends that "One has an evil brother called Two" and she straight up didn't believe me. See ya next week 🫡

[yankstrash]

FUCK BU !!

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amelia.ln: weekend recap: casual sweep for the kings of comm ave, living the ultimate wag life & having the most badass boyfriend. sucks to BU ! ❤️💛 #rahhheagles

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gabeperreault44: LETS GO BABY!!

gabeperreault44: my favorite cheerleader

↪️ amelia.ln: I'M SO PROUD!!!!

_willsmith2: that was fun. let's do it again in 2 weeks.

↪️ amelia.ln: see you at the garden 🫡

grumpy.boldy: amelia: "gabriel i swear to god if you don't- GABE GOAL GABE GOAL GABE GOAL HOLY SHIY HOLY SHIT!"

↪️ amelia.ln: every. single. weekend.

↪️ gabeperreault44: and i deliver every single time, don't i?

↪️ amelia.ln: you certainly do. little shit..

↪️ gabeperreault44: 😏😏 you love it

↪️ amelia.ln: so much

ryan.leno_4: RAHHHHHH EAGS

↪️ amelia.ln: RAH RAH RAH

_willvote: LFG

aram_minnetian: oh it is a BEAUTIFUL DAY IN BOSTON

drewf2: best fans around

↪️ eliana.brielle: i sure hope you mean us..

↪️ drewf2: of course i do

↪️ amelia.ln: @ eliana.brielle wags 😛😛

↪️ eliana.brielle: @ amelia.ln 🤭🤭

jacob_fowler24: what a weekend.

↪️ amelia.ln: all thanks to YOU king

↪️ jacob_fowler24: oh STOP IT i'm blushing meel 🥰

elizabeth.flemming: the gabe memes-

↪️ amelia.ln: iconic right?

↪️ gabeperreault44: i just know you made those yourself meels..

↪️ amelia.ln: 🤫🤫

cuttergauthier_: so casual. do this every weekend. light work. no big deal.

↪️ amelia.ln: exactly.

↪️ lanehutson_: 😐😐 we'll see about next time bud..

↪️ cuttergauthier_: @ lanehutson_ see ya at the beanpot 😘

coleeiserman: other cole (hutson) would like me to tell you that he's disappointed in you for rooting for the dark side. as a fellow bu commit, i am also disappointed.

↪️ amelia.ln: 🙁🙁 i'm sorry sweets. here is your second place hug 🫂

↪️ coleeiserman: we feel a bit better now

↪️ gabeperreault44: no NO. enough. no apologizing. and no hugs.

↪️ coleeiserman: @ gabeperreault44 was i talking to u gabe ?

↪️ gabeperreault44: ...count your days, kid.

[hardlypartying]

You’re fucking with me bc no way. The writers got to be intentional with this now, right? Okay here we go:

Can’t get over that they’re on the brink of death and Kiara takes the moment to give Rafe the same liberty they all have, maybe to die together but free.

She trusts him at this point— we see that with her relaying the message he gave her and encouraging Sarah to go see him. But now this is real, she trusts Rafe and is tacitly letting it be known.

So funny to me that with Sofia he’s trying to forge a blank slate, that it doesn’t matter what he’s done or what she’s done. Maybe because he thinks there’s no one in the world who would hear what he’s done and decide he’s worth keeping around. Meanwhile, Kiara who knows first hand how dangerous he is and how he’s a killer is freeing him. She’s getting her own hands dirty by doing that

When did this change? When did she decide he was deserving? Kiara did say a little snarky bit about how she thought they had a truce and maybe that was her sussing Rafe to see what his reaction would be not having her as an ally. And he didn’t freak out <3 means he’s good on his word

My theory is that Kiara knows what it’s like when Rafe is dangerous, he’s choked her and tried to drown her AND she’s seen him push that man off the truck they were on. If she were smart her motivation would be: I don’t want him as an enemy. What I feel like is more plausible is that she knows what’s he’s like when he’s going to hurt someone, and that isn’t the case with the Pogues and she’s the only one to see that.

More on that: At Singh’s place she was on the receiving end of what he’s willing to do— he pushed that guy off the truck so they could survive. Doesn’t matter who is in front of them, he’ll do it to make sure the people he cares about are safe. She was in shock after that moment and worried she’d be next so she pushed him off the boat. I’m sure she spent a while grappling with this and how he didn’t get revenge on her.

Then maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth when he opened up about really regretting and feeling guilty over Peterkin and Sarah. Something he didn’t even say to his own sister but felt comfortable enough to cry in front of Kiara like that.

And randomly, Rafe calling her a kook (affectionately) and JJ calling her a kook (derogatory) within the same week plays in my mind. Just the differences in how they approach that part of Kie that she hates.

What’s next? Are they going to talk about this??? Rafe is literally her attack dog now omfg he’s going to guard the Pogues with his life once he’s let in

Okay I’m going into episode 10 now 🫡 see ya on the other side

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Rehab

Paring:toxic!Eren x black!reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, miscarriages, usage of the n-word like once ,mmm that’s about it

An// this is a reupload! 🫡 I have to find links for the collab again 😭

Glass littered over the ground along with lamps and furniture like a robber ran amuck through the tiny apartment. Only the culprit still there cradling her belly while in the fetal position. Eyes sore and swollen nearly shut from tears.

Soft but powerful knocks litter on the door even though it was left wide open, "y/n? Sweetheart, are u okay? I heard some yelling and loud noises earlier and just wanted to check on ya' baby." the feeble voice of the granny living next door calls out. You could hear her carefully walk through the dirtied room and let out a worried gasp upon seeing your figure, "dear god child. Get up,get up! That's dangerous to be lying on the ground when it's like this. You Could cut yourself." putting a hand on your back and slowly making you sit up right before you let out a voice of crying pain and falling again onto the ground.

The older woman looks in worried at your hunched form before feeling a substance on her hand," y/n hats wrong,honey? Do you have something on you?" she shuffles over to the light switch flipping it on seeing red on her hand making her jump back as it painted her skin before letting put a shrill scream as you're bloodied. Not wasting a second she helps you up making you put most of your weight onto her.

"I got you,hon. I'm old but I be hitting the gym 5 times a week so relax." she walks you all the way down to the car. Assisting you in the passenger side and buckling before rushing to start the car, " do you need me to call your boyfriend? Uh what's his name? Ethan? Evan?" she snaps her fingers," even, right?" 

You shake your head with the little focus you had left and your raspy voice speaks the first words spoken from you," no." she huffs and gives a quick nod of understanding before pulling out of the lot. The drive is silent only the radio tuning in and out of songs. Your ears catch the smooth voice of Rihanna start to play. Putting your head to glass and let her words speak to you allowing memories to flow through of the events that have and still are occurring.

"When we first met, I never felt something so strong."

Carry all those books in a crowded area.you were just asking to be knocked down by the ongoing human traffic. Arm's aching from the weight of 3 textbooks and your mind loading up with foul language towards the teachers and at your back for being so tiny.

Sucking your teeth in annoyance and the wall of people in your away completely ignoring your loud ,"excuse me"s. Arms almost giving up you made the decision to push your way through the crowd only to get pushed forward. Books getting scattered on the floor and as you cling to the back of a ransom's shirt as to not meet he same fate. 

"Hey ,man. The fuck you think you're doing?" The man's voice was full of hostility and you can't blame him as you would be too had the situations been reverse.

Letting go of the stranger's clothes you quickly try to find some excuse, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that. But it was my only life saver to not fall flat on my face." 

You hear the stranger let out a small 'tch' before turning around and ready to give you a piece of his mind but words fell short when his jade eyes met yours. Time seemed to have slowed around the two of you as you didn't say a word. Being the first to shake out of the trance you begin to collect the pricey books off the floor.

"Again I'm so sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude but people just wouldn't move and I somehow ended up getting pushed."

"Hey, it's all good! No need to worry. I know how crowded in here it can get," he picks up the last one of your books off the ground

"Eren! Hurry your ass up or you're getting left!" You see the man ,who you guess was the 'eren' in question , frown at the group of people calling out to him ," they can't wait 5 fucking minutes? God damn. He rolls his eyes before turning back to you," but uh I'm eren.sorry for me being brash back there."

You let out a small bit of laughter before accepting the book from his grasp, " I'm y/n, a junior."

"Same here. What's your maj-"

"Yeager! We don't have time for you to try and get your dick wet! Hurry the fuck up."

Your Brow raised at the man of the hour and his face turns red, "I swear I would never- No i mean..I would with you just not right now?" he coughs regaining his cool," what I mean is would you like to go hang out sometime? Coffee or at the movies?"

"Nice save, Casanova." You chuckle, "I would love to. Maybe one weekend since I'm going to be swamped out the ass with assignments during the week."

"How about this weekend? Coffee on me at Paradis around noon?"

"mmm i would have to check my schedule but let me get back to you." you take the book from his hold, " but I can tell you're friends are about to leave you." You let out a small cackle at him whiping his head around at his friends who are starting to leave the hall.

"Fuck," he turns to you, " see you around?" Given a quick reassurance to him before he rushes off pushing people out the way to get to his group.

"Cute." Smiling to yourself while walking the other direction not really expecting anything other than a few HIs and hellos in the hallways

"You were like my lover and my best friend. All wrapped up into one with a ribbon it"

Even though no numbers or contact information, eren made a way to find you again like he had said. It took about two weeks to get to the coffee he promised and it went off without a hitch. Almost getting kicked out because he made you laugh your iced coffee out your nose. It was one outing you thought would only happen once since Eren was a well known player but date that led to two and then to three and so forth until he asked you to be official on your sixth date.

He made your heart flutter when he took your hands in his and stared at you with those jade eyes of his.

"You're the only one for me,y/n. My true love." He said it with such sincerity leading you in and sealing your fate with his sweeten words.

"And all of a sudden,you went and left. I didn't know how to follow."

The fairytale relationship you were living in slowly became your nightmare with his jealousy and overthinking.

"I don't see why you even need to go help him study. All he's trying to do is get in your pants." Eren is laying upside down on your bed while watching you put on your last earring and putting your box braids into two pigtails, " and why are you even getting dressed up? You're trying to look good for him now?"

You suck your teeth at him before turning around, "eren,I'm getting tired of you accusing me of shit. You're starting to push my buttons. This is like the fifth time you tried to hint at something going on and I'm fucking tired," putting on the finishing touching you cap your lipgloss back, "with all these accusations maybe you're the one cheating on me."

You could see him get up and sit on your bed the air turning serious and tense, "and what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm cheating?"

You fold your arms and silence falls upon the both of you almost like two cowboys getting ready for showdown, "so what if I am,huh? You can accuse me but the moment I do it to you I'm the problem?" His phone vibrates and you both glance at it. You squint your eyes on the contact name making out of " frani", a girl that eren told you that he had cut off after you two started dating.

"It's not what you think, y/n-"

"So you are cheating on me. With the same bitch you told me who used to be your sex friend. What happened to you cut her off? 'I'll never need another woman, you're my one and only?' You're such a fucking hypocrite." Mocking his voice  watching him get angry at reciting his heartfelt words with such spite.

"Oh,I'm a hypocrite? You're the one getting all dressed up like a whore to go meet some guy who wants to get in your pants. I told you I cut her off and I did so don't come at me sideways."

"I could say the same to you! So you can talk to me like this but I can't when it comes to when you can't keep your dick in your pants?"

now I'm eachother faces and the argument getting heated.

"You know what? Fuck this. I don't gotta deal with this bullshit, he grabs his jacket from the floor where he had dropped it storming his way to the front, " you go enjoy your study session and I'll go have one of my own." He slammed your front door leaving you with tears of frustration as you push your face deep into a pillow and scream. The only thing bringing you out of it was the rumbling of the floor making you discover he dropped his phone and seeing the same name four times in a row made you curious on how much she had to say to him. You had known the passcode to his phone since you both had exchanged it two months back and after reading through the messages you wish you guys hadn't. Screenshotting and sending them to you for evidence.

Frani😈❤️

x/x/x

Bby~ are you really going to

leave me alone?

Eren

Leave me alone. I told you were done

I'm seeing y/n

Frani 😈❤️

That slut? I'm bet I'm so much better

I know how to please you bby

So why don't you come over

and have fun🥺

Eren

Hope u know my phone is going on silence cause a dumb bitch keeps txting me while I'm with my bby🤭

😍 go hump a couch cushion.😚

x/x/x

Frani😈❤️

This your girl?

*photo attachment*

It was a photo of you waiting outside the college gates.

Eren

And? She told me she was going to study .

🤨 you a stalker now?

Frani😈❤️

It doesn't look like studying to me

More like a date tbh 😗But that's just me 😋

*photo attachment*

Eren

Is that a dude?

Frani😈❤️

Mhmm😗

And I heard some pretty interesting things about these two😋

Eren

Like what?

Frani😈❤️

Nu uh you have to come here!

You know the address handsome 😘

Eren

...See you in 5

X/x/x

Frani😈❤️

I knew you missed me bby

We should do it again 🤭

Eren

I'm pretty sure y/n is having another study on Thursday

Same time?

Frani😈❤️

Ofc bby I'll wear the pretty panties u like

The picture shows you and a boy from your lab class walking to the Starbucks near campus. He was your partner since the beginning of the year so you both had made plans to go study together for the test the next week. You had texted eren earlier that you were going out and wouldn't meet him til late but he had cancel last minute.

You don't know when it started but tears dropped down to the screen making the light blurry before you had to close it. You wiped your eyes as anger takes over only seeing red.

Gathering all his stuff before throwing it out your apartment door.

"it's like a shock spun me around and my heart left. I feel so empty and hollow."

He banged on the door when he came back telling you to open it. You ignored him putting in your AirPods to drown him out before he begins spam text you.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

Baby... Are you really not opening the door?

All over a stupid argument ?

Don't I mean more to you?

You

Stop fuking texting me b4 I block u

Its eren I will push you off that ledge right now

So out of respect give me my space and go back to your whore.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

What whore?

You

*4 photo attachment*

U forgot already? Or did the find out a new std that gives u memory loss?

It's been 20 minutes since u sent those the text bubbles come and go.You hear a loud fuck outside the door before your phone started to ring. It went to voicemail at least 3 times before  you finally picked it up.

"Are you really not going to open the door?" His voice sounded defeated.

"Why'd you do it eren? Do you know how much I want to wring your neck right now?" Your confidence wavering at the sound of his voice, "was I not enough,huh? SAY SOMETHING!" You yell over the mic.

"You are enough,y/n. You're all I need, I promise baby." He reassured you making you more pissed off .

"Then what you can trust some whore over me? You don't trust me enough when I say I'm not cheating? Have I done it before? Flirted,kiss, or even lead someone on?"

"No,princess.it's not you I don't trust. It's the guys I don't trust. You're so pretty and nice willing to help anyone you can and I'm a shitty douchebag who only ruins the one good thing happening to him. I shouldn't have believed he words. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." You could hear him get quiet over the phone. He didn't know you where stalking closer to the door and could hear him crying.

You open the door and threw your arms around him, " don't cry,eren.I forgive you,baby." He drops his head on your shoulder giving it small kisses.

"I promise I won't ever hurt you again ok baby? " his words comforted you and you believed them to be true.

"You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me,do you? It's gonna take a miracle bring me back."

You dated on and off for two years. It was like you were stuck in a loop while you were dating until the day he got on one knee and asked you to be his wife. Even though you were basking in your love for another your instincts were telling you your honeymoon phase would end soon because that's just how the cycle went. You were coming home from your job at the hospital. You had moved with eren a year back to a bigger apartment that could accommodate to the two of you. It was in a pretty nice neighborhood and neighbors not to nosy and more so on the friendly side.

"Hi, (y/n). I thought you had the day off today?" It was mrs.Johnson an old lady who lived beside you who gave you food from time to time. She gossips to you about all the latest news between the residents as she knows everything because she owns the buildings and you're grateful for the closeness in case you're short on rent one month.

"No ma'am I've been at work since 6 am this morning. I just want to go shower and heat up that food you brought yesterday." you fished for your keys before putting in the door knob.

"oh I thought heard you and eren earlier. Hah to be young and in love. Maybe I should get back into the dating scene." She gushes put seats at the idea making you leave.

Over the chuckles you look at her confused, "Mrs.Johnson...what do you mean you heard me and him earlier?"

"And you're the one to blame and now I feel like"

Kicking your off the shoes at the front door and slowly shutting the front door. Eyes scanning through the poorly dim living room catching clothes and shoes that belong to eren and some heels and a dress that surely wasn't yours. It said everything you needed to know as you stalk to your bedroom after hearing some laughter making sure your footsteps were light like you were on air.

The bedroom door was already wide open so you could gaze upon eren in his nakedness and girl you didn't even know the name of in your bed while pressing her breast against wren's chest.

"You cheating nigga." You're body got hot as the girl screamed and covered herself in the covers you and eren had picked out when you went looking for furniture.

"Who the fuck are you?" The girl had the audacity to ask like you were the one who interrupted and barged into their home.

"No, who the fuck are you? Last time I checked your name isn't on the fucking lease mine is? You nasty slut."

"Y/n, come on it isn't-" you interrupted eren not cutting eye contact with the girl putting your pointer finger to silence him

"You don't even fucking talk to me you cheating fucking liar," you look at him and start swinging your purse,"So all those times you cheated on me before weren't enough, huh?Why even ask me to marry you, you fucking dick!" You don't stop hitting him while the some of the content of your purse slosh out the sides, "I.hate.you. So. Fucking much. I hate you. I hate you. I loathe you." You don't stop until his chest is red.

Letting him be the object to take all your pain and anger on before you got pushed to side by the mystery woman of the hour.

"You can't just go around hitting him." she's covering her nude body with the sheets.

"Historia, what the fuck. Don't push her, are you fucking crazy?" Eren helps you up holding you back before you could bounce her and get your lick back, "just leave , fuck."

"Are you serious,eren? I thought we were having something special?"historia said baffled before you throw a pillow at her pushing her back.

"Dead serious now leave my fucking house,bitch." You told her before he even could.

Watching her stomp and grab her clothing aggressively off the ground before storming out and slamming the door as hard as she could.

It indicated that it was time to turn back to the person who was the main culprit pushing him away from you, " don't fucking touch me, eren! I want your ass out . Get your shit and leave!"

"Y/n, hold on to that, your foot is looking swollen and we should take you to the hospital to check that out, baby." He tries to hold you again but you move out the way of it.

"Don't call me baby, don't fucking touch me," you get up and try to stand on two feet but a shock of pain shoots up your left leg making you crumble in a small howl, "god dammit," you started crying not sure from the pain or the situation maybe even possibly both.

Eren finally comes over and starts to cradle you in his arms giving you reassuring hushes, " I told you, y/n. It looks like it could be broken but I'm not sure." He picks you up and holds onto you the best he could not letting you out pressure on it.

"I hate you eren. I hate you so much." You repeatedly say to him crying.

"I know baby just stay with me."

"Oh you're the reason why I'm thinkin', I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more."

You're laying in bed with a cast on your leg for the next month and half because you landed wrong on your foot when you were pushed. As if you needed anymore reminders of Eren's infidelity. It mocks you everytime you look at it as you rage inside. There's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Baby, I brought you some food." It was eren. He insisted that he stay and take care of you because it was his fault. The doctor suggested you not be alone during this period so you could stay off of it. You agreed nonetheless the only condition that you stated was that he sleep on the couch and your door remain shut.

"Don't call me that eren." You turn the channel to something more interesting, "you can just leave the food on the bed. I'll eat it later." Not giving him a glance. Waiting to hear the door shut.

"Come on y/n it's been 4 weeks. When are you going to talk to me." He stands in front of the tv and you scoff.

"Maybe when you can turn back time and not sticking your dick in some rando and me having to walk in on it or better yet when you erase my memories of all the times you betrayed my trust and I went against all my instincts to give my heart to you again. But wait we can't do that now can we?," pointing to the cast on your foot in a dramatic way, " but here I am stuck with this fucking cast on my foot reminding me of the day over and over again of your fucking mistress pushing me after catching you to fucking in OUR bed. So when you can do all that, super man. I'll talk, k?" You huff out a breathe before turning your show louder to not hear him talk.

"Y/-"

"LA LA LA, I CANT HEAR YOU."

"Can you please stop being so chil-"

You turn it to the highest volume to drown him out before he grunts in anger and unplugs the tv.

"Hey! I was watching that. It's the only thing out of the two of you that won't cheat one me."

"Y/n! Just listen, please. I'm begging." He sits on the corner of the bed where his side used to be before putting his face in his hands sighing. You want to say more but you decide against it.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry. She was a drunken mistake at first back when you first started working late at the hospital and we weren't really talking...I let it get out of hand." He said not facing you anymore feeling you stare his back down as you calculated it.

"So three fucking months after we got married? You couldn't stand being tied down for that long in the some cooch so you had to go find someone else? Why eren? Why? Am I boring? Am I ugly? Why am I not enough for you!? You asked me to marry you. I didn't force you. Not in this relationship. Not to be with me. Never. So what's fucking wrong with me that you seek the warmth of other woman." You pound on him with a pillow you could grab

"I don't know. I honestly don't. I-...I just get scared that what we have is to good. I want to mess it up to give you an excuse to leave me before you just leave out of nowhere." He drawls out a longer sigh than the first before he starts to wipe his face with his shirt.

"I wouldn't just up and leave you, eren. I love you with so much of my being and that's why every time I take you back and you do this shit again. I'm the big dummy! Not you everytime."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry I won't do this again, I promise baby. Just give me one last chance." He faces you with redden eyes from rubbing them with the rough fabric of his shirt.

"..,"you inhale some air and breathe out taking a few minutes to gather your words and clear your consciousness ,"I'm going to regret his Give me sometime eren, deal?"

"Ok baby." He gives you a singular kiss on the forehead before plugging back in your tv.

"Damn,ain't crazy when you're love swept? You'd do anything for the one you love."

It's been 3 weeks since the cast came off and to lsay eren was less than perfect was an understatement. Even after you were able to walk around he didn't let you lift a finger taking over all the chores and cooking.

You had just came home while seeing him whisper on the phone once he heard the door but you could see the vein on his forward throb.

You sneak up behind him and snake your arms around his waist while giving him a small kiss on his back, "hey babe."

"Don't call her again, I said you got the wrong number." He hung up the house phone before turning around to give you a kiss, "how was work?"

"It was pretty good just boring stuff today! Nothing to dish." You bend over the counter letting the new chain he got you in his name for your anniversary while he opens up take-out food containers," who was that on the phone anyway,E?"

"Nobody important. Just a telemarketer trying to sell us a new condo." He holds up one of the food," you want some of this?" He ask before putting it on your plate and you shake your head in disgust making him laugh.

"I'm glad we could work this out eren, I love you." You cuddle him on the couch as he swallows his bite of food before putting his arm around your shoulders, "I love you too."

"Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there It's like you were my favorite drug,The only problem is that you was using me.In a different way than I was using you,but now that I know it's not meant to be I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you"

It was late at night while you couldn't go to sleep feeling sick for the past three weeks and when you heard the phone ringing off the hook .after the first time you got any sleep you were seething after the seventh time of it ringing, you got out the bed and snatch the phone up whispering harshly into it, "hello, who is this?" You were accompanied by nothing but static making you irritated before repeating yourself again.

"Eren...I-I'm two months pregnant,please.I cant do this without you, baby." It was Historia crying over the phone and talking but you couldn't hear any of it drooping the phone after the words pregnant left her mouth.

You stalked your way to the bedroom and woke eren up.

"Y/n? What's up baby?" He said groggily rubbing the sleep and his brown hair away His eyes.

"You lied to me again... you knew that she was pregnant! She was on the phone that day." You rip the covers from his body, " get out ,eren."

He perks up with swiftness, " let's talk about this."

"No.get the fuck out, we're done. GO meet your baby mama." You walk away forcing your anger on the objects around you. Throwing a lamp at the wall and screaming out with rage. Stripping the new sheets and covers from

The bed throwing them at him so push him towards the door, " get out now! You push him out the bedroom door by throwing things, " you lie and lie and lie. And I believe you every fucking time. I should have listened to my mother. Get the fuck out of my apartment, leave!"

Throwing the couch cushions at him to push him near the door ignoring his protests.

"This is why I didn't tell you. You would go fucking crazy like this , y/n! You never wanna talk to me about anything. It's always my fault." 

"Because it fucking is eren! I'm at fault for taking your stupid ass fake tears as something meaningful like you meant your words."

"SEE, I knew you wouldn't drop the old shit. I knew you still held that shut against me. Have I not proved enough by taking care of you all this time and not going out. Not hanging with my friends just being there for you?"

"DO YOU  NOT HEAR YOURSELF! you sound like a total jack ass right now. I never asked you to stop hanging out with your friends. When we got married we promised to take care of each other so you doing these petty ass chores and cooking for a month after I did it for you more than you did it for me! "

"God fucking dammit," he pounds his fist against the wall, " I'm done. I'll be back later." He slams the door open not bothering to shut it .

"NO, WE'RE DONE EREN. D-O-N-E." You yell from your spot. Gripping at your hair like your going crazy and screaming,yelling, and crying at different points in between tearing pictures off the wall and smashing them on the floor.flipping over chairs before falling on your knees crying hysterically into the ground.

There's a sharp pain in your stomach when you go down making your rub your stomach to try and soothe it thinking you got a tiny scrap or something and not caring to check at the moment to swamped in your thoughts. Soon blacking out from blood lost.

“Next time you wanna go on and leave,I should just let you go on and do it 'Cause now I'm using like I bleed”

You wake up with Mrs. Johnson rubbing your hand , " are you up now, honey?" Giving you a reassuring smile, "I'll go get the doctor." She pats your hand again twice.

It doesn't take long before they come into the room with your chart. Checking your eyes and mouth while asking questions of do you know where you are and how'd you get there.

"Well mrs. Y/n, I have some good news and I have some bad news." He checks the chart one last time and his smiling turning down for a smidge second, "congratulations are in order on your pregnancy," you stare at him like he was alien, " I take you didn't know?"

"I mean I just thought it was a stomach bug from some bad take out." You said rubbing your belly.

"You seem to be about 4 weeks,however" he pauses and Mrs.Johnson's grips your hand, " you had miscarriage, mrs.Johnson old us when she found you you were passed out so it was probably for a while. Although we tried to saved all 3 only 2 were we able to detect a heartbeat." You looked over at mrs.Johnson as your mouth went dry .

"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am.

"It's like I checked into rehab And baby, you're my disease"

"Baby? Y/n?" You could hear his voice but you don't respond to his call . Crying in silence not wanting him near you.

"There you are! I've been calling your name up and down the hospital. Did you not hear?" He was carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers."

"I lost one of my babies eren." You're trying not to breakdown while your voice sounds but your voice sounds so defeated.

"What are you talking about? You were never pregnant...right?"

"I gotta check into rehab'Cause baby you're my disease"

You two are cuddling in your hospital bed. Your head is on his chest and your rubbing circles on your belly feeling butterflies flutter.

"I'm going to change baby. I promise. No more secrets." He says grip tightly on shoulder.

"Eren"

"Yeah?"

"I want a divorce."

[butt0nzz66]

Part 2 theories

So like everyone I have been brain rotting over part one and the trailer for part 2! I am firmly in the living for the season camp, although would never so no to more Polin lol.

As an anxious girlie (who is equal parts dreading and excited for the LW fallout) that preview gave me heart palpitation's 🫡. So I have been scouring all four corners of the web for spoilers and I have a theory for part 2, leave now to not be spoiled!

I don’t think this clip from the promo is the mirror scene and they are faking us out…. Shocking I know.

So we also see this dress here:

Which some internet sources report is from episode 5 when Colin has a major bust up with Portia and then he takes Pen to see their new house. At which Pen is very emotional because nobody has ever stood up for her before and they ahem… finish what they started in the carriage. 😱😱

Also before anyone says I know the hair is different, however you show me anyone who’s hair stays perfectly in place after having their shit rocked by their sexy pirate fiancé who just ripped ya mum a new one.

This is all supposedly before their wedding and before Colin discovers LW and I don’t think the mirror scene will happen before this point. Which would also make sense as the most anticipated scene I don’t think Netflix would want to spoil it in the trailers, baring maybe the carriage scene which was also noticeably absent from all P1 promo (maybe even more anticipated seeing as it doesn’t happen in the book and is only referenced as boob man Colin’s fantasy (can you blame him)). As well as the connotations of what the mirror scene represents, it doesn’t make narrative sense to put it before she reveals every part of herself to him and he reaffirms that he adores every part of her. At the very least I am manifesting this because I’ll cry if it is before 🙃.

So that being said I think this is a fake out showing their first time in their new home in ep 5 that ISNT the mirror scene which would come in maybe ep 7 or 8 following LW Fallout.

So thanks for coming to my ted talk or better described as a theorising ramble so I don’t loose my actual marbles over the next 4 weeks (I’m at a big old age of 8 and twenty and I can’t be doing with this stress hun okay I have a full time job and responsibilities, I can’t be obsessing like I’m 16 again).

Basically I see you Netflix and if I’m right you are honour bound to let meeeee seeeeee now or pistols at dawn! Or if someone has seen it just dm me a thumbs up so I can at least be smug for the next 25 days.

Thoughts, comments, concerns come freak out with me .

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Tag Game (The XL edition) 🤣

I was tagged by @missredherring and sure I did it earlier this week. Could I have come up with a new WIPs because my mind is never quiet? 🤐

Yes, yes, Yes I did. 😆 I’m also structuring it similar to how she had it because it spoke to me. 🤭

Current foci (because having just one is difficult as I bounce around):

1. Weddings 101 with Dieter and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine - We’re going to finish it one day or at least the next chapter. Also AO3 link.

2. Coasting through the Rainbow 🌈 - I’m half way done with chapter four of this finally. 😆 2 and 1/2 more to go! Also AO3 link.

3. Waters of Lethe - The Qimir one. Maybe 2-5 parts? We’ll see where it goes. So far only one part. AO3 link

4. Honey and Sugarplum - With Jack Daniels and an OFC. Very sweet, smutty kinda and fluffy. ☺️ AO3 link.

Excuse me Ma’am? We’re over here in the back!

1. Unnamed Fae Jack Daniel fic for Monster Smash Challenge. I did write out some Fae facts for this one and I plan to keep it…..an actual one shot?! It’s been 900 years since Nerdie’s done one of those.

2. Fifty-Six Wildflower Lane - this one with Frankie still needs an ending, then I can post it here like. Just need part number four. AO3 link.

3. Tasting Ambrosia - Ezra, ever the scoundrel nagging at the back of my brain has a small WIP. No idea where this one is going. Also trying to do drama and will he make it out sort of deal. 👀

We been waiting for our day to come for so long:

1. Travel to You - A sweet and maybe a little obsessive Javi G? He’s adorable, has golden curls and can shoot those clay bird things down accurately so, totally fine. Have discord and FFXIV references, very nerdy. 🤣 AO3 link.

2. Therapy for the Well-Adjusted - Marcus Pike and Imani are finally going on that date. Or do they? Maybe they go somewhere else? Also AO3 link.

3. A Safe Place for Us - Dieter and Aisha continue to sort their feelings and trying to make a baby. What could go wrong? Also AO3 link.

4. Green Shop of Memories - that Marcus Moreno AU where I made him a wizard/warlock that owns a cafe. 😘 It’s all sad, and cute. Plus it has fairies and a Magic Council. Also fake dating? AO3 link.

5. Kissed by the Sun - I had an idea that Oberyn Martell was a son or descendant of Apollo and he pissed off Venus (Aphrodite if ya nasty) and was barred from his soulmate being able to interact with him other than his voice. Because…..I read too many Marcus A fics that kept referencing Roman gods. 🫡 AO3 link

6. Din’s in the Neighborhood- Modern Din AU that has him meet on OFC DV survivor post divorce. Also Grogu is a human boy and we have Finn/Poe. There’s also Johnnie Mae and Luke that are just together? No one’s asking and I don’t think either of them would given an answer. 😆 So many cameos and randomness, so little time. Side notes: I gave Din tattoos, Obi-Wan is a children’s author and there’s a Jedi Law & Order show. Also AO3 link.

7. Fire and Fury - Pero and Calista’s story likely has two more parts. Complete with smut, more fighting, a bathtub (I promised @avastrasposts that one) and they’ll get their revenge! But what happens after? Also AO3 link.

8. Hands of God - This could be a long one shot or I might have to split it up. The Marcus Acacius fic that @soft-persephone and @megamindsecretlair “gently suggested” that I write. I did start it. 👀 There will be some infidelity, plots, murder and a coup. Also a dash of smut just for seasoning. And maybe a subby Marcus A? Can I do it? Only time and Marcus’ sash will tell.

9. Front Office Adjunct - One of two Dave York fics. ☺️ Dave blackmails on OFC into working for him. Things appear to be stacked in his favor, but are they? This one is a slow burn one, enemies to lovers maybe? Also espionage, murder, violence, smutty and bad behavior. Just bad. 👀🤫 AO3 link

She hasn’t touched us in so long:

Pleasure Principle - The first series I ever started anywhere. Has Dave York in a toxic working on making it better relationship with an OFC. I’ll finish this one someday. 😭😭 Also AO3 link.

Uncomplicated Mi Amor - The fic where I swore I was going to have something sweet for Javier Peña. Which it is, I just haven’t finished it. 👀 Also I will finish someday. Also AO3 link.

Roc & Doc - A Tim Rockford crime series with an OFC ME that is my love letter to the likely thousands of hours I’ve spent watching crime procedurals or listening to true crime podcasts. Also AO3 link.

Some have just AO3 links, I haven’t gotten around to putting them on Tumblr yet and some are in both places. A few just exist in notes. 🗒️ I should also never look through my WIP this in depth again. This thing is very long. 🤣🤣🤣

NPT because you may have already done it but I described things this time around. 🙌🏽

@schnarfer @maggiemayhemnj @lotusbxtch @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @604to647

@inept-the-magnificent @connectioneverywhere @for-a-longlongtime @lady-bess @tinytinymenace

@perotovar @julesonrecord @yourcoolauntie @clawdee @magpiepills

@trulybetty @rhoorl @grogusmum @syd-djarin @sin-djarin

@harriedandharassed @missladym1981 @jolapeno @pedrospurplerain @alltheglitterandtheroar

@movievillainess721 @notapradagurl7 @bishtrouille @fhatbhabiee @secretelephanttattoo

@gasolinerainbowpuddles @din-cognito @djarins-cyare

[daycourtofficial]

WIP Wednesday

Hello hello!

I have been sad and working on stuff for Eris Week in the shadows for a while and since it’s coming in a little over three weeks I thought it’d be fun to give some snippets into what yall will see from me 👀 I will likely be doing this for the next few Wednesdays so be on the lookout

So here’s a snippet for day 2 (no I have not decided if it’s childhood or legacy thanks for asking) where Atlas produces a flame intentionally for the first time. Part of me is worried it’s too much like Amber eyes looking into mine but ya know what we’ll save that crisis for another day 🫡

Eris watched as Atlas produced a flame, a surge of pride and happiness growing in his chest, before the past reared its ugly head. He remembered when he first produced a flame intentionally - he was somewhere around his son’s age, and he had been so ecstatic he had spent the following weeks practicing to show his father.

He remembered how Beron looked down at Eris over his sloping nose, how Eris had felt extraordinarily small beneath his gaze. He thought it was how ants must look at him.

Beron hadn’t said anything when Eris had shown him his powers, offering an unamused look at being disturbed before leaving the room.

He remembered watching him go, lip wobbling harder with each step, tears streaming down his face until new steps approached, and his mother watched him show off his new skills, despite having seen it each time the past few weeks.

He was jolted from the past, the present coming back to him in vivid colors as warmth flared against his cheeks, a tiny, freckled face looking at him. Atlas had crawled into his lap, his tiny hands too small to hold Eris’s face, but his touch remained there.

His hands were so warm, Eris drew back some of his own heat from his face to really feel his son’s power.

[serien-grl-22]

Very likely that I can't be online in the next four weeks. I have to travel to India (work) and there is a high possibility that I have no WiFi.

See ya 🫡

[withleeknow]

omfg your plushie collection STOBIT this is exactly the combination I'd get my hands on and THE MIFFYYY- don't tell me she's wearing a van gogh's starry night jumper flipping heck 🥺🥺

the snippos from mubu! we.tl/t-nG3tRG3Zbs (sorry these files are huge 🫡💟) tickets were originally seated but standing in the new venue and girlie, let me tell you, I am much too old for that shit 😴

I fully freaked tf out seeing jay and jake esp. but oml everyone there was absolutely jaw-dropping (visuals + vocal-wise) + I have to announce I've jumped down a p1h rabbithole since my return sorry not sorry

ALSOOO HAPPY HOBI DAYYY OH MY BEAUTIFUL RAY OF SUNSHINE IS BACKKK i'm so happy my chaotic bias line is in full reunion mode 💛☀️✨️ this is the most 2seok moment to ever exist: tinyurl.com/3kh9fswc

more microwave moments: idk if you've seen txt's promos for sanctuary - I keep being attacked on my IG they look like literal angels 🥺✨️

now we're both back the microwave is fully in motion ♡ have this happy goofy 🐈‍⬛ moment: tinyurl.com/2jpn5fnd - no i don't think i'll ever get over his proportions or his smile *sighs whimsically*

SHE ISSS oh my gosh isn't she just the cutest thing 😭 and there were other options too lookkkkkkkkk 🥺

sometimes i think i could go for a standing ticket at a concert once in my life just for the experience but then i would spend the entire time miserable bc i'm short and wouldn't be able to see anything and also i would likely be trampled lol. but gahhhhhhhhhh the snippos 😭 oh i can just imagine how amazing it must've been irl, i'm so glad you had a good time !! they looked so good :((( and the jake pc, beautiful !! the sunghoon ending is foul lmao atp i've just accepted that my enha microwave line is (in no particular order) jay sunghoon heeseung like ya girl is fully going through the devastation with those 3 🫠

(i have virtually zero knowledge about p1h you're gonna have to educate me 🤣)

2SEOK WAHHHHHHHHH 😭 my god do i love them (and then jin started fighting a bug lol)

the next live is gonna be of taejoon or better yet joon and his maknae line, right before their 12th anniversary 😭 i can't wait until we get all of our tannies back together :((( alsooo how are we feeling about ks1 concept photos 😭

the txt concept photos so far SLAPPP so hard. they literally look like angels fr. beomgyu my little unhinged chaotic angel 😭 simply beautiful. i think those concept photos are my favorite ever of theirs 🤌

he is so beautiful 😔 the nose, the jawline... i'm obsessed. i can't wait to get my hands on a 🐈‍⬛ album in a few weeks (also thinking about getting a 🐧 version but i'm trying to resist temptation lol) !! i'm so happy for you that you got to see him irl, truly a full circle moment for the microwave 🥹

[chaisshitposts]

OHH BTW BTW

i live in asia like, utc+8 so it's technically 10:19 pm for me bUT my mom just came home with food i've been MANIFESTING and literally said happy bday and i was like: ??? oh right i forgot it's my bday tomorrow

i'm gonna be really honest my bday, christmas, new years, and valentine's day just feels like another normal day, like, what did covid do to us cuz i don't feel any christmas or birthday spirit anymore (for me, imo at least)

SOOO AS A BIRTHDAY GIVE FOR MYSELF, I'M GOING TO ENTER THE VOID STATE TONIGHT. I'M NOT GONNA TRY OR ATTEMPT, I WILL ENTER THE VOID STATE CUZ I SAID SO

also, should i like, start witchcraft cuz i've been seeing so many witchcraft vids in my fyp and i haven't searched anything related to witchcraft since like a few months ago

and the signs i kept seeing about hecate but i don't want to jump into conclusion that hecate is reaching out to me because 🧍🏻

small background: i wanted to do deity work and witchcraft since months ago but lost interest since i'm a closeted witch where i couldn't practice it since my family are Christians (my sister is kind of an exception since she also believes in law of attraction and tarot cards) and we live in like a small apartment where all of us are in one room so i lost interest amd yeah💀

how's your day btw??

🐧anon

have fun in the void !!!! :D and have an amazing birthday!!! I feel it though holidays do be feeling like every other day, but sometimes it can be fun to treat yourself on your birthday !!!

join the witchcraft homies 🫡 be magical with me my friend, ya can always do a couple spells discreetly, make some moon water, sun water, stuff like that

my days been fine bUt I will prolly have to disappear again for the next week bc I'm a hardworking citizen now 🕵️ hope you have a nice day !!!

[starboodoesstuff]

Ya boi has motivation for once, so expect a LOT of art these next couple... Days? Weeks? Who knows 😅 I am also open to requests, due to being a very bored lil guy! It will def not be posted on the same day of your request, though, since I'm still getting used to digital art and my dollar store stylus broke (no surprise there tbh, since it was one of those cheapie ones on the end of pens- 😂) so I am reduced to using my FINGERS. I AM A SHELL OF THE ARTIST I ONCE WAS. 😅 but yeah! I just wanted to talk about that for a bit, that's all, see ya 🫡

[tofics]

🥲 With the way my period went last week, this fic was on my brain constantly. But my god, Bug, I needed time to digest this masterpiece. (I've also saved various of your other works in my drafts to comment on later. I apologize for the reblog spam that is about to happen.)

Kay, now. Let's dive in, shall we? 🥰

Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. “Fuck off,” you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure there’s a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joel’s just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. “Mornin’, sunshine,” he says as he kisses the top of your head. “How do you feel?”

What a sweet, sweet, kind man. If I woke up to a freshly cleaned bathroom while on my period, I'd probably cry.

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” you mumble. “The bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.”

🥲 Ma'am. I get it. But. The sweet man.

If looks could fuckin’ kill, Joel thinks. You’re glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. You’re crampy, but you’re also probably hungry. He’ll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it. 

Sorry, did you say saint??? Saint Joel???

“I didn’t hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.”  “I said yes,” you snap.  Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you.

😫 The disrespect. The bitten cheek. (Loved that bit. His annoyance is growing, but he's still keeping his cool. Again, did someone say saint??)

“No. I don’t care,” you interrupt, which hurts Joel’s feelings a little. A lot, actually.

S' OKAY, SWEET BABY. C'MERE. MAMA'S GOT YOU.

“Your glasses broke.”  “Yeah. I see that.”  “I didn’t mean to,” you tell him defensively. “Right.”  “But you really shouldn’t leave your glasses there, Joel.”

Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, “I’m gonna give you two options,” Joel says. “You can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.” 

“You’ve earned yourself brownie points choosin’ the latter of the two options, but this still ain’t gonna be fun for you,” he says.

S' okay 🥲 I was a bitch 🥲 I deserve it 🥲 Do with me as you please 🥲🥲🥲

He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. “Nuh-uh. I don’t know where you think you’re goin’, hon.”

“Quiet,” he growls. “Heard fuckin’ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.”

🫡 Sir yes, sir.

“Let it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth ‘a yours has done nothin’ but bitch and moan at me today. S’a punishment, ain’t ‘sposed to feel good.”

I have really bad news for you, then. Ahem.

“Because if I don’t fuck you,” he says, “Then I’m gonna strangle you. So which would you like?”

“I will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things I’ve done for ya today, hm?”

Ohhh, he's done done. I just *loved* this bit. The frustration, how fed up he is with the reader. Suddenly you're concerned about causing a little bit of work? Oh, hohoho, no no no. Too fucking late.

Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. It’s why he got his first, but now it’s time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary. 

😩 Ma'am. Please. I can only take so much. The hotness in just this ONE paragraph. PLEASE. 😩 "An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary." 🥲 I am a puddle on the floor.

Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.

🫠🙃🫠🙃

“Quiet,” he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, “So this is what we’re gonna do: you’re gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. You’re not gonna cry or complain ‘cause you’ve done enough of that today. Right?” Joel pauses, “Nod your head.”

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” he coos at you to quiet you down. “You’re all out of sorts today. M’gonna fix it. I always fix it, don’t I?”

*inhales* - *screams*

He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but you’re more lost in him than he is in you - he’s focused on your face, watching you make an ‘O’ with your mouth, and he’s focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joel’s brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over… “It’s all ya needed, isn’t it? The whole goddamn time,” he pants. “Didn’t need to go an’ bitch me out all day if you needed lovin’ like this. Woulda been nice f’ya just said so.”

😶 I have died and am now reading this from the depth of hell. Fuuuuck me!

“Always the tears with you, huh?” he taunts. “Always somethin’. Oh, I know. I know.” 

The fucking "I know"s kill me. Like, I didn't know two simple words like that could do the things to me that they're doing. But here we are. Is that a kink? Is there an "I know" kink? I think I have it.

“You’re gonna tell me what you need,” he instructs, “And you’re gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usin’ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?”

You’re surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. He’s got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. “Picked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?”

😭😭😭 SAY IT WITH ME: JOEL MILLER IS A FUCKING SAINT. A SAINT THAT FUCKS, BUT A SAINT NONETHELESS.

Christ on a cracker, this was delicious from start to finish. I think you have had a lasting impact on how I see (and am trying to write) smut. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Thank you indeed. 🙌 A masterpiece!!!!

Seeing Red

“Because if I don’t fuck you,” he says, “Then I’m gonna strangle you. So which would you like?”

Joel’s sorry that your period sucks, but he's reached the end of his rope with your attitude. (6k)

Tags - 18+ smut, brat taming, blow jobs, face fucking, rough period sex, fingering, mating press, overstimulation and multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare in the form of a shared bubble bath, all things periods and period symptoms so headaches, breast pain, cramps, irritability that reader takes out on Joel. You will feel so bad for being such a cunt to this man but he gets to fill two of your holes with his cum so it all kind of evens out. takes place in jackson Fic help - @beefrobeefcal and @joelsdagger for all of their love and support and eyeballs, @noxturnalpascal and @endlessthxxghts thank you both for being my compass and giving me direction and helping to make this fic perfect. I love you <3 A/N - if you're on your period, i'm sending you a hug <3 if you're not i'm hugging you too

I was reminded of my friend @covetyou's fic "Sleepless" which is a lovely piece of classic literature, just like the rest of her works, and I'd like to credit her for inspo. Thank you Lo 🤎🩷💚

You should have guessed there’d be a bloodstain in your underwear, but despite the headaches, your sore breasts, and your cramping abdomen, you’re surprised when you’re met with rusty red in your panties. Fucking great, you whisper, dripping with sarcasm, this is not what you needed today. You had so many things you wanted to get done and now you were going to be spending the whole day miserable and in pain.

“Joel,” you loudly call out. You wait a beat, nothing. “JOEL,” you yell louder. 

You hear the faint sound of his recliner, the popping of his knees and the creaking of the stairs as he walks up them. His two feet are visible through the space between the floor and the bathroom door and then he knocks, “Whatcha need, darlin’?”

“New underwear,” you answer. “And a pad. Also in the underwear drawer.” 

Joel walks away and returns with what you’ve asked for and slides both items under the door. You change your panties and secure the pad made of old rags and t-shirts with the clothespin attached to it. “You got it?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply.

“Guessin’ you just started your cycle, then.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Can I get you anything?”

“Nope,” you answer. “I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” 

“Alright. I’ll join you, then.” 

 You wash your hands and rinse the bloodstain out of your panties with annoyance in the sink, wringing them out before tossing them in the dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom. When you unlock the door and leave the bathroom, Joel’s already asleep in your shared bed. He sleeps curled on his side and yet he still fucking snores - between that and the pain you’re in, you know it won’t be a restful night of sleep. You look at Joel, sleeping peacefully like a baby, and yet you wanna beat the living fucking crap out of him. You curl your body around his, stealing his body heat to soothe your cramps. 

Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. “Fuck off,” you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure there’s a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joel’s just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. “Mornin’, sunshine,” he says as he kisses the top of your head. “How do you feel?” 

“Shitty.” You grab at the mirror and Joel’s skin crawls as you touch the glass with your thumb, the smudges left behind from your fingertips clear as day on the freshly cleaned glass. He’ll just touch it up later. You pull out your toothbrush and frown, your nose scrunched in disgust. “It smells like bleach in here,” you complain.

“Well, yeah,” Joel chuckles. “I just cleaned it for ya. ‘Course it smells like bleach.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” you mumble. “The bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.”

“Oh,” Joel scratches the back of his head and frowns. “M’sorry, then. Well, we can let it air out for a while, we’ll leave the fan on. Shouldn’t smell for more than a day or so.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

If looks could fuckin’ kill, Joel thinks. You’re glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. You’re crampy, but you’re also probably hungry. He’ll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it. 

He cleans the kitchen first. He washes the dirty dishes you must’ve forgotten about last night and wipes crumbs from the table. As you come downstairs dressed in sweats and a shirt you stole from Joel, he’s finishing up making your breakfast. “Sit down, I made your favorite.” 

You sit down at the table with your head in your hands. Joel puts a plate with two slices of perfectly golden brown toast and two over-easy eggs in front of you, then a fork and a knife on either side. He fills a glass with water for you as well. He walks away to clean up the stove, then turns around to check on you. Your face is contorted in disgust and you’re not eating. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want this,” you grouse.

“But s’your favorite. You love your eggs over easy,” Joel says. “And the toast, that’s fresh bread and butter. Eat up.” 

“Yeah, but I wanted scrambled.” 

Joel stares at you for a moment, dumbfounded. You usually hate scrambled eggs, and he knows this. But you’re not smirking or holding back laughter like you’re fucking with him. So maybe your tastes have changed, who knows. “Okay. Would you like me to make you scrambled eggs instead, then?”

“Yes,” you mumble in a small voice. 

“I didn’t hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.” 

“I said yes,” you snap. 

Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you. He quickly scarfs down the perfectly cooked eggs and toast as he makes you a new plate of breakfast, this time with scrambled eggs. He places it in front of you with a little less care than before and waits for you to take a bite. “Better?”

“Just okay.” 

‘Just okay’. Of course you think it’s ‘just okay’, they’re scrambled fucking eggs - which you don’t like. You’re just being - 

Joel needs to cool off. Hopefully once you’ve eaten you’re a little less irritable. “I’m gonna head out an’ do some errands. Be back shortly,” He’s met with no answer from you, which he expected. 

-

He comes back an hour or so later with a few things from the market he’s been needing along with a couple of VHS tapes that he rented from the library. “So,” Joel says, “I picked out some movies for ya.” He lays four tapes down on the coffee table in front of the couch where you lay. “When Harry Met Sally, that’s a good one,” he begins, “Next is How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, then Blade Runner, and I picked out My Cousin Vinny,” Joel says. He thinks you’re gonna pick out Blade Runner because it stars Harrison Ford, who he knows you have a thing for. “My Cousin Vinny is pretty good, I don’t think we’ve seen that one yet f’ya wanna give that a try.”

“Mmm, no.” 

Shot down. “Okay. How ‘bout Blade Runner, then. S’got Indiana Jones in -”

“No. I don’t care,” you interrupt, which hurts Joel’s feelings a little. A lot, actually. “I wanna watch this one,” you point to How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days. “He’s cute.” 

Of course you picked the Matthew McConaughey movie. God, Joel fucking hated him. He always seemed so skeezy, if there’s anyone who should’ve bit it on Outbreak Day, it should’ve been Matthew McConaughey. “Yeah, okay. Whatever. Do you think he’s dreamy too?”

“Fuck off, Joel.” 

So teasing’s off the table too, he’ll add that to the list of things that have pissed you off today. Joel turns on the TV and puts the tape in the VHS player before he sits back down next to you. At first you rest on his shoulder, then you spread out and lay your head on his lap. It’s not long before you fall asleep on Joel, leaving him to watch this dumb fucking movie all by himself because god forbid he move you and disrupt your nap. He knows better than to do that. 

-

“So fuckin’ stupid,” Joel whispers to himself as the movie plays, though he did find himself enjoying the part where the Kate Hudson sings “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon. He always did like that song. 

“Mmmm,” you groan, shifting onto your back. Joel’s hand is stroking your hair as you look up at him, but you push it away. “You’re too close to me,” you grumble. 

“What’re you talkin’ about?” 

“You’re crowding me. I feel smothered.” 

Joel scoffs. “Oh, you feel smothered? You’re the one who laid on me.” Once again, your glare is all that you need to say. “Alright then, I’ll move.” Joel concedes. He lifts your head gently and scoots down to the opposite end of the couch. And then he hears you huff. “What?”

“Well, now I don’t have a pillow.” 

Joel sighs as he gets up to grab a throw pillow from the opposite couch. 

“The other one.” 

You’re referring to the other throw pillow that’s absolutely indistinguishable from the one currently in Joel’s hand, but he gets it for you anyway. “Lift your head,” he says softly, putting the pillow under you. He sits back down in the spot you made him move to as you both watch the movie play, but your soft groans interrupt. You’re no doubt in pain from all the cramps right now. “I’ve got somethin’ like a heating pad,” Joel says, looking at you. “S’a big sock filled with rice, I heat it up and use it for neck and back pain. Would that help with them cramps?” You nod without making any effort to meet Joel’s eyes, which he finds a little rude. But still, you’re hurting. He’ll give you grace. 

So, once again, Joel gets up for you. He goes upstairs to get his rice sock from his nightstand, then comes back downstairs and heats it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. He pokes the sock to make sure it’s plenty warm for you and then gives it to you to take. “Here,” he says, “Hold it on your tummy.”

“JESUS,” you yell at him. 

“What?”

“It’s too fucking hot, Joel, why would you make it so hot?” 

 “Just give it a second, sweetheart, you’ll get used to it.” 

“No. It was burning me.” 

“Okay, then let me have it and we’ll let it cool off a minute. Christ almighty.” Joel takes the sock back from you, and he knows his hands are pretty calloused but…it doesn’t feel that hot. When a few minutes have passed, he gives it back to you. “This should be better.” 

You lay the big, warm stuffed sock across your stomach and frown. “It’s not warm enough.” 

“You have gotta be kiddin’ me.” 

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, giving Joel back his sock like you just assume he’ll heat it up again for you. 

“Just a couple minutes ago you screamed bloody murder about it burnin’ you. And now it’s not hot enough?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” When Joel doesn’t jump immediately to reheat the sock for you, you look at him impatiently. “Joel.” 

“You can ask, you know.” 

But Joel gets the hint and gets up for you a third time to reheat the sock he’s letting you borrow. You don’t say please, and when he returns with the sock reheated, there’s no thank you either. What does he get from you? “It’s too hot.”

“Then tell me how I should rectify that for you, because last time I let it cool off and it wasn’t warm enough for ya after.” 

“I don’t know,” you snap. “You’re just really upsetting me right now. Everything hurts and your voice is grating.”

“I’m upsetting you?” Joel repeats your words back to you. “And my voice is grating.” 

“Yes.” 

He’s about at his wits end. “You know, you–” Joel decides not to finish that sentence. Instead, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out on the count of five. “Two, three, four…You need to drink some water. S’your first issue, you’re probably dehydrated. Did you drink any water?” 

“It’s not your business.”

 Jesus fucking Christ. “Okay, well I’m makin’ it my business.” Joel gets up for the fourth goddamn time and slams the cup cabinet before filling a glass with water from the sink. He marches back to the couch, “Sit up,” he says. “Drink.” 

“I don’t want to,” you whine. 

“It’ll fix your headache. Drink.” 

“It won’t actually, that’s a myth.” 

“Right, what do I know when you’ve got an answer for fuckin’ everything. Drink.” 

You sit up, scowling at Joel as you take a sip. 

“All of it.” 

You drink the rest of it, glaring at him the whole time. He’s so full of shit, as if any of what you’re going through could be fixed by drinking a glass of water. Water won’t fix your cramps, won’t fix your aching and sore back. When you’re done, you slam the glass on the end table next to you and in doing so, break Joel’s reading glasses. Oops. Didn’t see those. The lenses aren’t shattered, but one of the arms is all bent now. When you look at Joel, he’s biting his bottom lip and breathing deeply. “Your glasses broke.” 

“Yeah. I see that.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” you tell him defensively.

“Right.” 

“But you really shouldn’t leave your glasses there, Joel.”

“Yeah, right. Shouldn’t leave my glasses on the end table,” Joel says. “I should leave them where, exactly? Maybe the floor?” 

“Somewhere else.” 

“Right. Somewhere else.” 

He’s hoping that by repeating your words back to you, you start to hear how absolutely ridiculous you sound. But you don’t seem to. Joel turns and walks away before he fucking throttles you. 

“Can you put on the next movie? I wanna watch My Cousin Vinny.”

Now, now you want to watch that movie. And Joel’s gonna miss out, because he can’t stand to be around you for one minute longer. “Are your legs broken?” 

“Yes.” 

Walked into that one. “You’re fuckin’ impossible. Fine. I’ll put it on, then I’m goin’ away for a bit.” 

“Good.”

Oh, he could fucking kill you. This whole day he’s heard nothing but complaints from your mouth, no pleases or thank you’s at all. Everything he’s done today has been for you, and you couldn’t give a flying fuck. 

Joel puts on the movie, grabs his bent glasses from the end table and heads out to the garage without saying a single word to you. You wonder what bug crawled up his ass. 

-

My Cousin Vinny plays just fine until Vinny shows up in his ridiculous suit to the courthouse. The tape begins to skip a whole bunch, the movie barely making sense, and you have no idea how to fix it - not that it’s your job to know, anyway. So you call out the name of the man whose job it is. 

“Joel.” 

No answer. 

“JOELLLL,” you yell. 

Same deal. You sigh as you sit up and get off of the couch, walking to the garage door. There’s finally a break in your cramps and you’re feeling halfway-human for the first time since yesterday. Entering the garage, you find Joel sitting at his workbench, he’s working on bending the frame of his glasses back into shape. “Joel.” 

He doesn’t turn around to look at you and in fact, he heard you calling for him. He had just ignored you. “Looks like your legs are workin’ now,” Joel replies, without looking at you. “S’a miracle. Means you can follow me around now, terrific.”

You choose to ignore his sarcasm. “Whatever. You need to do something for me. The VCR is messing up and you have to fix it.”

“Hm,” he hums.

“What’s hm?” 

“I’ve fixed lotsa things for you today,” he says quietly. “I need some time to fix my glasses that you broke. S’a difficult task on account of the fact I need my glasses to see.”

“You can do me one favor, Joel. It won’t kill you.” 

Joel stops and gently places his broken glasses on his work bench. He turns to his right and glares daggers at you. “One favor,” he scoffs. “Oh, you’re a fuckin’ peach. You wanna try that again?”

“Try what again?” 

You’re fucking with him. You have to be fucking with him. Why are you fucking with him? You’re not antagonistic like this, not usually, so he concludes that you must be looking for a fight. At this point, Joel is too. 

“I’ve done you countless favors today, sweetheart,” Joel gripes.

“Yeah, but-” you begin.

Joel’s large, warm hand suddenly covers the lower half of your face, silencing your argument. “If the next words outta this mouth aren’t thank you, then I don’t wanna hear ‘em. In fact…”

He bites his inner cheek, nodding his head as he thinks. The way he stares at you, his dark eyes piercing through you - you feel the chill deep in your bones. A wave of clarity hits you as you recall some of the details of the day, the way Joel was there at every turn and while you were busy being cranky and achey, he was trying to wait on you hand and foot. Shit. You’ve been a Grade-A bitch to him all day, a total fucking cunt.

Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, “I’m gonna give you two options,” Joel says. “You can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.” 

It’s like you’re watching a scene from a movie. You hear Joel’s words, but you almost don’t believe they’re real and so they don’t quite register. He pulls his hand away from your face slowly. Your mouth falls open a bit but you don’t say or do anything.

“Nod. If. You. Understand.” You nod quickly. Joel awaits your decision as you look at the garage door and contemplate your clean way out from this situation, “So what’ll it be?” he asks. Despite it all, that uneasy feeling in your gut, you drop to your knees anyway, eyes still lingering on the door before you look up at Joel. You trust him to take care of you and you think you might owe him this obedience after your behavior today. “You’ve earned yourself brownie points choosin’ the latter of the two options, but this still ain’t gonna be fun for you,” he says. It should scare you - and it does - but you’re still thrilled by it, by the way he sighs and his knees crack as he gets off of his barstool, by the cold look in his eyes as he reaches under his thick belly to unbuckle his belt. Standing above you, he pulls out his half-hard cock and pumps it, feeling it grow to full length in his hand. He’s thick, veiny, and generously sized, a pearly white bead of precum sits atop his slit. His cock is just an inch or two away from your mouth as he holds it between his fingers, his thumb on top and middle and forefingers on the underside. With his other hand, he cards his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips. “Open.”

You part your lips open and with that, Joel pushes himself into your mouth inch by inch. You smell him first, that musky and heady sort of scent. Next, you taste the saltiness of his skin and his precome on your tongue and for a moment it’s pleasurable, with his cock halfway in your mouth. You wrap your hand around the end of his shaft like you know what he wants but you don’t know, not really - Joel holds your hand in his own and squeezes it so that your knuckles grind against each other a little bit. He pushes himself further and you can’t lick him or savor this like you wanted to, you just feel his cock intruding, sliding into your mouth. Joel’s testing you, making sure that you can handle all of him and if you can’t, you know he’ll make you. 

He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. “Nuh-uh. I don’t know where you think you’re goin’, hon.” 

There’s no gentleness to it, he fucks your mouth heatedly so that you’re drooling and choking on him, your eyes springing with tears as that pressure builds behind them. “Breathe through your nose,” he reminds you. “In and out. You ain’t done jus’ ‘cause you’re cryin’.” Your lips are sore with the repeated action, your jaw is aching. He rolls his hips, his cock is deep down your throat as he relishes in your warm, wet mouth and the way it makes him feel. 

“Mmm,” you moan, you’re not sure if the noise is indicative of your pleasure or discomfort.

“Quiet,” he growls. “Heard fuckin’ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.”

Your nose is buried in that thatch of coarse curls as he rocks his hips over and over, his soft and pillowy tummy bouncing against your forehead. You squirm and whine as his tip teases the back of your throat and your mouth feels so full, uncomfortably so. Joel picks up on that. “Let it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth ‘a yours has done nothin’ but bitch and moan at me today. S’a punishment, ain’t ‘sposed to feel good.” 

He’s grunting and groaning, eyes screwed shut as he uses you, pumping in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches with the brutality of the way he fucks your mouth, and just as you think you can’t take anymore, you feel Joel’s cock begin to twitch and pulse. He comes in your mouth without a warning, painting your tongue with his hot spend. It’s salty and bitter and warm on your tongue. Once you’ve swallowed, Joel reaches down and yanks you up by your bicep. He thought fucking your mouth and coming down your throat would make him feel better but honestly, it doesn’t. As he looks at your face, all puffy with tears and swollen lips, he can’t quite find it in himself to let go of his anger. Not yet, at least. “Let’s go,” he grunts as he drags you with him towards the garage door. He marches you though the house and up the stairs. 

“Where are we going?”

“Bedroom,” Joel growls, answering your question like it’s obvious. You suppose it should be, but you figured he was done with you. But he’s not. The regret begins to set in when you realize the retribution you’re about to be met with for the way you’ve treated Joel today. You’d be lying if you said that while wallowing in your pain you didn’t notice how your curt tone got under his skin, hurt his feelings and frustrated him immensely. The dread you feel can’t save you, it’s all too late now. 

 “Because if I don’t fuck you,” he says, “Then I’m gonna strangle you. So which would you like?”

“Fuck me,” you whisper. 

“Exactly.” 

Joel pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door behind himself. “Lie down on your back,” he says. 

You protest, “But the sheets, Joel. The blood–”

“I will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things I’ve done for ya today, hm?”

When you don’t jump at his request, Joel takes initiative. He pulls off your - his - shirt from your body and then bends you over the end of the neatly made bed, the old and worn comforter feels rough on the skin of your cheek. Joel pulls down your sweatpants and panties in one motion and then flips you over onto your back, your legs hanging off the end of the bed. You feel embarrassed when you catch a glimpse of your bloodied pad and underwear, moreso when you feel yourself making a mess on his bedding and between your legs. 

“You didn’t make yourself come today, did you?”

“Uhh–” you stutter. “I - I…”

“No point in gettin’ bashful now, darlin’. Just gimme an answer.”

“No,” you tell him. It’s been a while. 

“Figures.”

Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. It’s why he got his first, but now it’s time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary. 

Joel undresses himself before pushing your thighs apart and hitching your legs around his waist. Slowly, he slides his thumb through your folds and then circles your clit. He knows you’re vulnerable like this - bleeding pussy on display for him as you make a mess of his sheets. But he’s patient, and he massages your clit calmly until you finally let a moan, a little mmm slip. He smirks at that. 

He pushes his middle two fingers inside you, pumping in and out slowly. He then curls his fingers, searching for that sweet spot on a woman he loves so much. “Fuck,” you cry out, legs instinctually closing shut around him, and he knows he’s found it. 

“Don’t fight it,” he says, opening you back up. He curls his fingers and circles your clit in tandem, making all sorts of lewd noises with your cunt. He admires your body all laid out for him like this, your breasts and your pebbled nipples, soft tummy rising and falling with your breathy oh’s and ahh’s, thick curls framing your pretty pussy like a picture just for him. Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name. 

Joel pulls his fingers from your core and wipes them haphazardly on his own torso. “Joel,” you gasp when you feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance.

“I am sorry,” he begins, notching his tip inside you and popping it out. He slides the blunt head through your folds and over your clit, then taps the sensitive part of you with himself. “That you’re in pain. It isn’t fair and I know that. But you’ve done nothing but take your hurt out on me.” He presses himself inside you again, “I’ve got a half a mind to take my own hurt out on you, y’know.” His voice is dark and angered, but he speaks calmly in a way that contrasts the darkness but maintains his authority all the same. “And I think I’m gonna.”

“Joel, I– ”

“Quiet,” he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, “So this is what we’re gonna do: you’re gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. You’re not gonna cry or complain ‘cause you’ve done enough of that today. Right?” Joel pauses, “Nod your head.” 

 You obey his rule and nod, yes.

He drags his cock up and down your cunt again, the soft skin of your labia rubbing so nicely against his thickness. He notches himself inside you over and over again, pushing in a little bit deeper each time and pulling back out. You whine, rolling your hips in search of more. “I know, I know, sweetheart,” he coos at you to quiet you down. “You’re all out of sorts today. M’gonna fix it. I always fix it, don’t I?”

Yes. You nod again. Quiet.

“S’right,” he says. “Good girl.”

With that, Joel pushes his leaking cock into you entirely, one gradual slide that has you sucking in a breath that comes out in a strained sort of whimper. His hard, warm shaft parting your insides, filling you whole. Joel hears it in the way that you sigh, that this, this is what you needed. He rocks his hips once, twice. Experiments with shallow thrusts, inching his way in and out of you before he draws out of your pussy entirely only to thrust himself right back in, deeper and harder than before. 

With the fullness of Joel inside of you, everything seems to melt away - all that anger, misplaced or not. Joel’s rhythmic thrusting soothes you, sort of. The soreness of your body, the aching cramps in your abdomen are all gone as you focus on the in and out, the in and out. He builds a comfortable pace, but one that borders on too much too soon. His hands on your waist, pulling you towards him as he pushes into you in equal measure. 

He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but you’re more lost in him than he is in you - he’s focused on your face, watching you make an ‘O’ with your mouth, and he’s focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joel’s brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over…

“It’s all ya needed, isn’t it? The whole goddamn time,” he pants. “Didn’t need to go an’ bitch me out all day if you needed lovin’ like this. Woulda been nice f’ya just said so.” Joel reaches for your breasts, harshly squeezing the tender, sore flesh. You wince in pain and he loosens his grip, focusing on your nipples instead. He twists and flicks the sensitive buds and your moans become louder, more high pitched. Joel fucking loves it when that happens, you never realized. 

“Oh, Joel,” you moan, “Yeah, fuck.” 

With one hand still teasing your nipples, he brings the other to your pussy. A few strokes of his thumb on your clit is all it takes to send you over the edge a second time, wanton moans and choked sobs spilling from your lips as he fucks you through it. 

And fucks you, and fucks you. 

And keeps fucking you. 

It doesn’t end, he doesn’t slow himself and you never feel that come down, that descent from pleasure. It keeps going, like pressure with nowhere to go and you feel like you might break. “I can’t, I need you to stop, stop, Joel.”

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, thrusting still. “You can take it, be a good girl. Gonna fuck you good and deep like you need. You brought this on yourself, anyway. Two more.” 

This whole time, he doesn’t stop. It’s so much at once and when you thought it was going to end, it doesn’t. Tears of overstimulation spring in your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks. Joel lets you cry because he knows you need it, he knows the release is good for you. You poor thing, how much you must be feeling right now, both physically and mentally. “It’s too much, Joel, I can’t,” you plead.

 “Always the tears with you, huh?” he taunts. “Always somethin’. Oh, I know. I know.” 

It’s the way you look at Joel that causes him to cave, eyes all wide and tear-stained. You’re spent and he knows it, what with all that your body’s put you through. You’ve had a rough day and though he did too, he can’t help but feel sympathy for you at this moment. “Oh, my sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you, hm?”

“I don’t know,” you sniffle. 

“Know you don’t, ‘n you don’t have to. S’my job,” he soothes. With his clean hand, he traces the side of your face and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. “How about this, then - what are we gonna do next time you’re not feeling so good?” 

“I’m - I’m–”

“You’re gonna tell me what you need,” he instructs, “And you’re gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usin’ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Yeah, I remember.”

 “But you forgot ‘em the whole day today,” Joel says softly. “I think you gotta learn to compromise, too,” he adds. The guilt had begun to set in before, but you really start to feel the burn now. You were unkind to Joel, and he’s been nothing but sweet, doting on every one of your needs. “I think an apology’s in order for the way you treated me today.” 

He’s right, and you know it. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Joel.”

“Oh, I know you are. You just needed the reminder, s’okay,” You hadn’t even noticed how his thrusting had slowed to a still until it picks up again slowly, as he presses kisses to you. Your cheeks first, then your lips. “I’ll compromise too - I’m only gonna make you come one more time, not two. Sound good? Sound fair?”

“I don’t think I can, Joel…”

“Yeah, you can, s’the last one. Take it good for me,” he encourages. “Take it good.” 

That’s what he repeats as his thrusts build again, fucking you deeply. Take it good, take it good for me. He hikes you up further on the bed and joins you so that he’s no longer standing at the floor, he’s got you pressed in half instead, your knees on either side of your chest and your feet above his shoulders. This angle intensifies everything and he knows, oh he knows how much it is for you. You’re tired, sore, overstimulated. But you’ll be done soon, he’ll be done with you soon. He takes your hand and wedges it between your bodies, pressing your own fingers to your clit, “Let go for me, I wanna feel you let go for me,” he says. “Focus right here. You’re gonna come with me, keep your eyes on me…”

You don’t even have to massage your clit, the way Joel angles himself has his body doing all the work, his pubic bone adding pressure to your fingers adding pressure to your clit. It’s intense, all of it - deeply energetic, overwhelming. You can’t quite discern your orgasm as it builds, there’s no definitive start but it’s powerful, devastating almost. Washing over you in waves, you feel it in the base of your spine first. You feel it in your gut, the backs of your thighs all the way to your toes. You hardly register that he’s coming with you, filling you deep with his come. His jaw is clenched tight and he’s groaning, grunting as he milks himself in you.

He leaves you there, whimpering, twitching on the bed. You hear the faint sound of running water, you figure he’s washing himself off. You’re surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. He’s got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. “Picked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?” 

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “Yes. Please.” 

Joel sits in the tub first, spreads his legs and welcomes you to sit between them. He washes the blood from your poor, sensitive core and your thighs, washes it from his own body as well. When he’s done, he pulls you back into his chest and his hands find your breasts. “They’re tender, huh,” he murmurs into the side of your head. 

“Super, yeah. Sore.” 

“I’ll bet,” he says. He gently massages the tissue for you, his strong hands working you out in a way you can’t quite do. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

Joel chuckles. “Bout fuckin’ time you thanked me,” he says. “You’re welcome.” 

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es que es imposible no cantarla, tanta verdad en una sola canción 🙏🏽 JAJAJAJAJA thanks Belle!! I’m hoping it does bc I’m seeing my siblings next week for vacation and I seriously want to get everything set so I can enjoy it without unnecessary stress 🫡

no bc this truly showed how much Sanji worries and loves his family aka the strawhats, o sea hasta se le iba decir “I don’t want to put everyo- I mean Nami in danger” YEAH RIGHT te voy a creer para que no te pongas a llorar Sanji, claro que no te preocupan todos😌

the thing is I’m convinced people don’t stop to think in moments like these: Luffy was completely set on STARVING to DEATH, his dream AND the whole series of over a thousand episodes is to become king of the pirates, yet for his crew in specific arcs like this one he was completely fine and willing to d*e for them and not have achieved that dream. And again we could say “well he trusted Sanji would come/Nami would have said the truth/Robin was going to ask for help” well that just adds another incredible element of how he has ABSOLUTE trust in them, even when they lie to him, Luffy sees through them and thinks: “you know what, if you’re not with me that dream is doomed, I’m staying here and not leaving you” y así va a hacer and when he brings the “say what you REALLY want!” card- EVERY TIME HE DOES THIS 👏🏽EVERY👏🏽SINGLE👏🏽TIME👏🏽 I just lose it y yo sé que me van a hacer llorar y termino llorando mares y océanos

okay vaya, no es por nada pero si tuviéramos que ponerle pareja a ley: Viola es mucho más bonita en mi opinión y con más salud mental bc Pudding girl, you clearly need a therapist JAJAJAJA todavía no sé si sigue actuando o tiene graves problemas de polaridad but that ain’t it guys, fuera de eso estoy bien con que me lo dejen soltero bc he also needs help and if anything: zosan or sanlu doesn’t sound too bad-

it’s so great that you can actually talk about it with others:’) I literally see random post or comments hating on any character that doesn’t deserve the hate and I’m like yeah bye 🤠👍🏽 and my best friend that does watch anime, has watched many others but op💀 no pero es que vaya, canon canon claro que no hay nada PERO FROBIN MIS ESTIMADOS COMPAÑEROS‼️ he even said to her “isn’t that attractive woman our archeologist Robin-chan??” when they saw each other at sabaody island, my honor they’re married in secret solo están esperando que Luffy se haga rey de los piratas para contarlo-

DUDEEEEE Jimbei and Brook are carrying the whole arc wtf these legends are literally doing everything and saving everyone, so much respect for both of them, de por si ya me caían super bien pero es que se lucieron en este arc🫡 the panties jokes are funny tbh to me Brook is like one of the funniest yet one of the most sincere/sentimental/grounded?? which is to be expected he has lived longer lol

ALSO OKAY- me vale un pepino saber el backstory de Big Mama BUT SHE ATE THE KIDS AT 6 YEARS OLD??!?!? a devil incarnated, los gigantes tenían razón la verdad JAJAJAJA

and I also can’t believe Germa 66 are basically the evil power rangers JAJAJAJAJ literal solo vi la transformación y mi cerebro intercambiando entre “go go Power Rangers!!” y “Power Rangers- NINJA STORM!!!” JAJAJAJA it’s so sad they’re assholes tho, would’ve loved them and hyped them if they weren’t the living trauma for Sanji, but alas😔✋🏽

you're going on vacation that's so fuuuun! hope you can get everything sorted out to fully enjoy them

sanji constantly slipping up by saying he cares about everyone we know what you areeeeeeeeeee and we love you so much LMAO

NO EXACTLYYYY like people truly don't fucking Get what luffy is all about, and that's freedom above everything, entonces si cacha q sus compañeros están en una situación en la q literal no quieren estar va a hacer TODOOOO para q ellos puedan ser libres también. like people don't fucking get how fucking smart luffy is emotionally, what he said to nami robin and sanji were all different thing that they all needed to hear

SANJI Y VIOLAAAAAA literal puro quería q terminaran juntos AJAJJA después de q salvan todo dressrosa viola está bailando flamenco y en la canción decían algo como "su novio es el patas negras" y racionalmente sé q lo están diciendo de la manera de q están engañando al novio, pero mi sanji lover brain estaba como "ESTÁN HABLANDO DE SANJIIIIIII VIOLA AMA TANTO A SANJIII" most delusional moment LMAO honeslty i'm a sanji with anyone (but pudding) enjoyer like, sanzo? amazing 10/10, lusan? also freaking great, sanuso? acesan? sanlaw? sanji with literally any man he ahs ever interacted with because somehow men fucking love him? all for it! LMAO

yeah it's honestly so great because i can be a fangirl but in a more lowkey way as well LMAO lo único q me han dicho es un conocido q cuando dije q sanji era mi favorito dijo "aah a mi nunca me ha gustado sanji" y yo apunto de decir ok y querí un premio un aplauso acaso AJAJJA pero me aguanté. no because when franky said that i was like ooooooooooh how is she not a goner for him like i would be 100%. IMAGINEEEE that would be so funny and honestly a very frobin thing to do

jinbe and brook are SO FUCKING GREAAAT, although i will not lie it does annoy me when the power scaling idiots say that now that jinbe is a part of the starwhats sanji is not a wing anymore like pleaseeeeeee tell me once again you don't get the dynamics at all. and yeah brook is just a silly goofy guy that's what 50 years by yourself does to a man he could be worse

no pero esa era yo viendo su backstory, entiendo pq es importante all that jazz pero al mismo tiempo me caes maaaaal no me importa AJAJJA pero cuando llegué a esa parte fue como 👁👄👁 los problemas serios venían de bien chiquita tal vez era necesario saberlo ajajaj

for me they were evil sailor moon LMAO especially with the way they showed how they transfromed i was like ooooooh oda i Know what you're trying to do this is hilarious