#so so obsessed with her and crushing so hard

[gojozballs]

Gojo x Reader "Consumed by Emperor"

Warnings: [This story contains dark themes, including obsessive behavior, yandere tendencies, manipulation, and violence. There are depictions of physical and emotional abuse, and elements of power imbalance.]

Yep, guess this is turning into a yandere series

Materialist

In the blood-soaked arena of Ancient Rome, where violence is the highest form of entertainment, a woman trapped in the vicious cycle of gladiatorial combat must face not only the brutal fight of her brother but the terrifying interest of the Emperor himself, Gojo Satoru, who sees in her something far more intriguing than the battlefield.

Ancient Rome a civilization where violence was the highest form of entertainment, and bloodshed in the arena was nothing but a spectacle for the masses. The Colosseum roared with life, a deafening mixture of jeers, laughter, and thunderous applause.

Among the sea of cheering spectators stood a lone woman, her fists clenched tightly against her sides. Y/N, a woman who loathed the brutality of these fights, yet found herself trapped within their cruel grip.

She had no choice.

Because the man in that pit, the so-called "punching bag" gladiator, was her older brother—Fushiguro Megumi.

"Megumi, you promised! You promised that you'd stop! That was supposed to be your last fight!" Y/N’s voice cracked as she grabbed his wrist earlier that day, desperation clear in her eyes.

Megumi scoffed, shaking off her grip. "Quit it, Y/N. This is my dignity and pride we're talking about."

But what was dignity when it was at the cost of his life?

And now, here she stood, watching yet another fight where people cheered for his defeat, waiting for her world to be shattered yet again.

The announcer’s voice boomed across the Colosseum, making Y/N’s stomach churn.

“Are you ready for yet another brawl?”

A deafening roar of excitement surged through the stands, making Y/N grip the edge of her cloak. She hated this. She hated them. She hated this place.

“Fushiguro Megumi the all time punching bag returns!”

The crowd erupted into laughter. Y/N felt her blood boil, her nails digging into her palms so hard that she almost drew blood.

But the next words that left the announcer’s mouth?

They sent ice through her veins.

“However—there’s a twist! Since someone of immense power has decided to grace us with his presence… What an honor for such a punching bag to fight against our one and only Emperor Gojo Satoru!"

A collective gasp rang through the Colosseum before the crowd exploded in cheers.

Women squealed, men chanted his name, and a heavy air of admiration thickened the arena. Y/N could hear the people around her gossiping, their voices buzzing in excitement.

"The Emperor himself? Is this a joke?" "Why would someone as powerful as him waste his time on that pathetic gladiator?" "Well, it’ll be fun to see him crush that loser in an instant!"

Y/N shut her eyes tight, forcing herself to drown out the noise. She already knew who Gojo was a ruler as untouchable as the gods themselves, a man who basked in absolute power, a man whose icy blue eyes had never once flickered with mercy.

She had seen him before, countless times, but he never mattered enough for her to care.

Until now.

The arena fell dead silent as two figures entered the pit.

Megumi stood tall, his muscles scarred from countless battles, his breath steady. He had been preparing for this moment his entire life, but even he knew this was different.

Across from him, Gojo Satoru stood with an air of effortless arrogance, his golden laurel crown glimmering under the Roman sun. Unlike the usual battle-worn gladiators, he wore pristine, snow-white robes, a stark contrast to the blood-stained sands beneath his feet.

He didn’t even bother drawing a weapon.

"This is disappointing," Gojo hummed, rolling his shoulders lazily. "You’re the one they keep throwing in here? What, are you Rome’s favorite plaything?"

Megumi’s jaw clenched.

Gojo grinned, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he took a slow step forward.

"I expected at least a little challenge, but look at you so serious. So angry. Hah, is it because your little sister is watching?"

Megumi lunged without hesitation, his gladius slashing toward the Emperor’s throat.

But in the blink of an eye—Gojo was gone.

The next second, Megumi found himself on his knees, a crushing force pressing down on his body. His breath hitched as he looked up—Gojo stood above him, completely untouched, a smug smile dancing on his lips.

"You’re slow," Gojo sighed dramatically. "And here I thought you’d be fun."

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Y/N’s nails dug into her palms so hard she could feel blood seeping from her skin. She wanted to look she wanted to see what was happening but she knew if she opened her eyes, she would break.

Gojo’s voice was mocking, playful, yet dripping with something much darker beneath the surface.

"Tell me, Megumi, does it feel bad knowing she’s listening?" His voice lowered, only for Megumi to hear. "Knowing she’s hearing every little insult, every little laugh, every little whimper you make?"

Megumi growled, trying to push himself up, but Gojo’s boot pressed against his back, forcing him down.

"She must hate this."

A slow, taunting chuckle escaped Gojo’s lips as he leaned in closer, whispering just loud enough for Y/N to hear.

"Or maybe… she’s just too scared to open her eyes."

The laughter of the crowd roared in her ears. Y/N’s entire body trembled, her chest tightening with rage, with helplessness, with hatred.

And for the first time—Gojo turned his gaze directly toward her.

Even though her eyes were shut, even though she refused to look—she felt it.

A slow, creeping sensation of being watched.

A chilling amusement, a predator’s interest.

And worse?

The suffocating feeling that this man this untouchable, all-powerful ruler had just found something new to entertain himself with.

Her.

[straylightdream]

sweet monday afternoons

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoon jeonghan x afb.reader

Being with him was easy, and sharing a love of food and baking was the perfect match.

coming soon: feb 14th valentine’s day

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, romance, fluff, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol, linecook! jeonghan, waitress/baker!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.1k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, angst kinda?, the mc has a hard time communicating sometimes

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, cumplay, creampie, soft dom jeonghan, big dick jeonghan, pussy stretching, size kink, praise kink, the reader has bigger boobs and jeonghan is obsessed, breeding kink, dirty talk, hand job, fingering, oral (both rec), anal play, use of a buttplug, cockwarming, spanking, nicknames: bunny, pretty, pretty girl, baby, sweet cheeks, princess good girl (hers) baby, hannie (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

🎧: intentions - starfall | casual - chappell roan | talk to me - starfall | soft spot - keshi

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~ PREVIEW ~

Jeonghan leans again at the bar and takes a drink of his beer. “Can I ask you a question?” Jeonghan asked.

“Sure.”

“Are you and Soonyoung together?” He asked so casually before taking a sip of his beer.

Trying your hardest not to let out a laugh you glance over at your roommate who is in the middle of flirting with a girl over at the pool table. “No we’re not together.”

“Okay I just wanted to know.”

Taking a sip of your beer you raise your eyebrow at him. “Why do you ask?”

A smile plays across his lips, “Well I wanted to make sure you weren’t together before I asked if you wanted to come over to my place tonight?” The room suddenly seems like it’s spinning at the mention of Jeonghan wanting you to come over.

“Like to have sex?” The moment the words leave your mouth you instantly feel embarrassed. Clearly that’s what he wants and you aren’t sure why you’re being so awkward.

“If you don’t want to, it's totally cool. I just thought I would shoot my shot.” You've seen Jeonghan flirt with other people before and you’ve seen him pull his fair share of women. You never thought he had any interest in you.

“I didn’t know you liked me like that.”

“I would have made a move earlier, but I thought Soonyoung was your boyfriend.” Leave it to Soonyoung to cock block you without even trying.

“Definitely not my boyfriend.” In all the years you’ve known Soonyoung you’ve never even had a crush on him. He’s always just been your best friend.

“Well if you’re still interested at the end of the night maybe you could come over to my apartment.”

“Okay.”

The rest of your time is spent hanging out at the pool table. Soonyoung and Joshua are each flirting with a girl and Jeonghan is whooping everyone's ass at pool. When it’s your turn Jeonghan stands next to you coaching you. There is something so sexy about how confident he is at this. If you weren’t already looking forward to going home with him you definitely are now.

Bending over the table, Jeonghan's hand is on your lower back. “You’re doing so good,” he says loud enough for only you to hear.

“You’re very charming Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Only when there is a pretty girl involved.”

As the night comes to a close Jeonghan is at the bar talking to Wonwoo right as you get up.

“Maybe we should call a cab instead of walking the short distance home,” your roommate says.

“Soonyoung I’m going to go to Jeonghan’s house.” Your voice is low, barely above a whisper.

Soonyoung’s eyes go wide as he processes what you just said. “Are you going to fuck Jeonghan?”

“Soonyoung!”

“Oh my god, well have fun getting laid,” he pats you on the back giving you a huge smile. He takes off running towards Joshua asking him to share a cab.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Min Ho’s crush problem

Min Ho Moon x reader

Summary: Min Ho’s feelings for a friend become hard to ignore, leading to a moment neither of them expected.

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I know something’s up with Min Ho.

At first, I thought I was imagining it. He’s always been confident, teasing, and a little dramatic, but lately… he’s different around me. His usual cocky remarks turn into stuttered sentences. He looks away quickly when I I catch him staring. And the biggest red flag? He’s nice to me. Like, genuinely nice, without the usual snark.

Min Ho never acts like this.

“Hey.” Kitty slides into the seat next to me at lunch, setting her tray down with a thud. “You have noticed, right?”

I blink. “Noticed what?”

She gestures—not subtly at all—toward Min Ho, who’s grabbing his food. It would be completely normal, except every time I move, his eyes flicker to me. Like he’s hyperaware of my presence.

Kitty smirks. “That.”

Q, sitting on her other side, leans in. “Oh yeah, it’s obvious.”

Yuri, who’s been scrolling through her phone, finally looks up. “Wait, are we talking about how Min Ho is secretly obsessed with her?”

I nearly choke on my drink. “He is not—”

“Oh, he absolutely is.” Juliana grins. “It’s kinda cute.”

I frown, trying to act unaffected, but my face feels like it’s on fire. “You guys are being ridiculous.”

Dae sighs, exasperated. “I don’t know why we’re even debating this. Min Ho is in love with her, end of story.”

“In love?” I repeat, voice an octave higher. “Can we all calm down?”

“Fine.” Kitty taps her chin. “Maybe not love yet, but the boy is smitten.”

Before I can protest, Min Ho’s voice cuts through the conversation.

“Uh… what’s going on?”

I freeze. The whole table goes silent. I don’t even have to turn around to know he’s looking directly at me.

Kitty, being Kitty, answers without hesitation. “Oh, just talking about how you’re secretly in love with her.”

I slap my forehead. I’m going to kill her.

Min Ho chokes on his drink. “W-what?!”

The entire table bursts into laughter, except for me and Min Ho—who looks terrified.

Q grins. “Relax, man. We all see it.”

Min Ho scoffs, but he’s turning pink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yuri raises an eyebrow. “You sure? Because you’ve been staring at her like she hung the moon for, like, weeks.”

Min Ho’s jaw tightens. He’s scrambling—trying to come up with some cocky remark, some way to brush it off. But for the first time ever, Min Ho is speechless.

And that’s when it hits me.

They’re right.

Every stolen glance, every flustered response, every unnecessary favor—Min Ho likes me.

Min Ho, who flirts with everyone but never actually means it.

Min Ho, who is annoyingly perfect and way too attractive for his own good.

Min Ho, who I might—might—be crushing on a little, too.

Crap.

Before anyone can say anything else, Min Ho abruptly stands up, his chair scraping against the floor. “I just remembered—I have to, uh, go. Somewhere. Important.”

Then he rushes off without another word.

Kitty cackles. “Oh my God, he ran.”

Dae shakes his head. “I’ve never seen him this bad.”

I exhale, staring at the empty spot where Min Ho was just sitting. My heart is still racing.

Juliana nudges me. “So… you’re gonna do something about it, right?”

I bite my lip. “Maybe.”

Yuri smirks. “Good. Because if you don’t, we will.”

I groan, but there’s a tiny smile on my face. Min Ho has a crush on me. And judging by the way my stomach flips at the thought…

I think I kind of love that.

I find him outside, pacing in front of the school’s entrance like a caged lion. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice me approach.

“Min Ho,” I call out, my voice hesitant but curious.

He jumps, startled, before he turns to face me. His expression flickers between relief and something else—something softer.

“Uh, hey,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think you’d follow me out here.”

I cross my arms, trying to act casual, but it’s hard when my heart’s hammering in my chest. “You ran off pretty quickly back there.”

Min Ho laughs nervously. “Yeah, well… I wasn’t exactly prepared for that conversation.”

“You mean the part where Kitty outed your little crush?”

His face turns crimson, and he looks away. “I wouldn’t exactly call it a crush.”

“Oh?” I take a step closer, smirking. “What would you call it then?”

Min Ho doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifts uncomfortably, his fingers drumming against his leg. Finally, he sighs, his usual cocky demeanor slipping just a little.

“Okay, fine. Maybe it’s a crush. I don’t know… I’m not good at this stuff.”

“This stuff?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “You mean, liking someone?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “I’m not really… experienced when it comes to serious feelings.”

I laugh softly, a little in disbelief. “Seriously? Min Ho, you’re always so confident. I figured this would be easy for you.”

He looks at me, his eyes soft but uncertain. “Yeah, well, not everything comes easy. Especially when it’s you.”

My breath catches. I’ve known Min Ho for a while, but the way he’s looking at me now—like I’m the only thing in the world—makes my stomach do flips.

“So… what now?” I ask, trying to play it cool even though my heart’s racing.

Min Ho steps closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “Now, I don’t know. Maybe… maybe I can try this whole thing out. If you want.”

I bite my lip, then smile. “I think I could go for that.”

Min Ho grins, his confidence returning in full force. “Good. Because I’m not backing down now.”

I laugh, a little nervous but mostly excited. The space between us closes just a little more as Min Ho reaches up, his hand gently cupping my cheek. His thumb strokes my skin softly as his gaze flickers down to my lips, then back to my eyes, searching for permission.

I don’t say anything. I just lean in, closing the distance myself, feeling his breath mix with mine. And when our lips finally meet, it’s soft at first—tentative, like neither of us is quite sure what comes next. But then Min Ho pulls me closer, his other hand resting on my back, deepening the kiss, and it feels like everything around us fades away.

And then–whistle

From behind us, a loud cheer erupts.

“Yesss! Finally!”

I pull back, both of us startled, but when I turn around, I see the entire group–Dae, Q, Kitty, Yuri and Juliana–all standing at the window, cheering and clapping.

“Oh my god, you guys are so in love” Kitty calls out, grinning from ear to ear.

I bury my face in my hands, mortified, but Min Ho just laughs. “Guess we’re really trying this then, huh?”

I laugh too, feeling a rush of warmth flood my chest. “Guess so”.

He looks at me, his smile a little shy now, but there’s something else in his eyes–something that tells me this is just the beginning. “So… does this mean we’re a thing now?”

I grin “I think so”.

And with that, I let myself sink into the moment. With him, with all of them. The teasing, the awkwardness, the uncertainty–it’s all worth it for this feeling right now

[blondielockscherry]

bunny!reader x loser rafe… ^ྀི

mdni 💗 my first time writing..

bunny aka you was the most popular girl in school with every boy obsessed with her. it wasn’t uncommon for you to have girls hate you , it was pure jealousy because in everyones eyes bunny did no wrong her big doe eyes sold you as innocent and pretty. your pretty pink, frilly babydoll dresses made her look easy and approachable but you was different. bunny had a sharp tongue and a attitude your standers where very much high.

it was chemistry class bunny’s weak subject all what the teacher said felt nonsense to you it came in one ear and out the other. you sat in the class with your small little pink dress on overdressed for the low budget high school but you didn’t care. you sat on the table confused, chin resting on your hand. to your oblivion sat just a few seats across her a pathetic virgin called rafe cameron was cumming in his pants to the sight of you. he stared at your perfect lips and pretty perky tits he would just do anything even touch your hair. he kept around a little sample of you staple expensive perfume just to even know what you smelt like. it was more than just a crush more of a obsession.

you chewed on the end of her pencil as rafe watched her from afar he licked his lips nervously as his cock throbbed through his shorts. the way you lips parted around the pencil was driving him crazy. it took a whole lot of courage for rafe to finally speak to her after his pervvy obsession since 8th grade. he had just bought his new glasses yesterday. they where round and sleek but he felt happy and confident. confident enough to speak to the most popular girl ever.

as bunny was assigned to give out the test papers. as you walked around the room rafe was beyond nervous. he slid up his sleek glasses up his nose adjusting them. rafe gulped hard as you approached his desk, your perfume intoxicating. you places the perfectly graded paper on his desk.

“hm A+? smart.” you say to yourself not expecting a response. rafe felt his cheeks flush bright red, stammering incoherently as he clutched the test sheet to his chest. "Uh... thanks... I... I just studied really hard..." His eyes flickered down to her lips briefly before darting back up to meet her gaze.

“yeah.” was your reply. you didn’t expect or take his stutters and sentence to heart your reply was just a shrug off. you didn’t really notice rafe much in class he didn’t speak but he definitely worked hard.

“i kinda just study a lot i like it.” he says smiling softly at her. god he was just pathetic really embarrassing him self in front of her.

“no shit sherlock” was your reply. he giggled softly before taking a drink from his water bottle. she didn’t expect another reply to him. “do you need help.” he just blurted it out. he needed to keep the conversation going he couldn’t stop with the attention he was getting from her.

“with?” was your dumb reply, obviously you knew it was with school. rafes heart raced as he tried to think of something, anything, he could ask her for help with. "Um, with... with anything, I guess. Just... just sit with me for a bit?" He bit his lip, hoping she wouldn't say no. you looked down at him. he was lowkey hot, big biceps, nice eyes, but 10 pound of gel in his hair but he was none the less. but god how pathetic he was pulled you in. he wanted you to sit with him for bit? the thought made you giggle but how could you decline? flirting with boys was your job.

“why not.” you sighed before flipping your perfect shiny hair and sitting down next to the absolute loser. you was doing anything to make this boring class go any faster. “so what do you like to do?” rafes words sounded genuine like he actually wanted to know.

“party i guess” your tone was monologue, it wasn’t a lie you liked to party and drink and flirt.

"Parties? With your friends?" He nodded, trying to picture it. "I've never really been to a party before... I mean, I've heard about them, but..." He trailed off, his gaze drifting back to the sketch. he stopped himself before he could ask if he could come he didn’t want to anyway he knew he would be bullied. in all honestly bunny wasn’t fully even listening to what this nerd had to say.

"Do you, um... drink?" Jesus, what was he doing? Trying to seem cool? “I mean, not that you should or anything..." He could feel his palms getting sweaty.

“yea i drink and god your soo fucking pathetic stupid virgin loser!” he was so pathetic it pissed you the fuck off. how could anyone be so anti social and weird it made bunny wet. as. fuck.

rafes heart stopped at her words, face burning with shame and humiliation. He felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them back. "I-I'm not a virgin!" He lied desperately, voice cracking.

“don’t be silly… uh..” you trailed off.

“rafe” he corrected, wiping away tears that didn’t fall yet.

“don’t be silly rafe! your cleary a virgin you hasn’t had there dick sucked but i can change that.. for you let me help you…” your voice was seductive.

Rafe's eyes bugged out in shock at her crude offer, his brain short-circuiting.“W-what? You'd... you'd do that for me?" He licked his suddenly dry lips, heart pounding wildly. "I mean, y-yeah, sure. I'd like that” he says wiping away his tears once again. you didn’t always suck random boys dicks from your school but rafe was different he needed this bad and he was so far from sex you almost felt bad for the boy.

“yeah i’ll do it cuz i feel bad for a weirdo like you now what’s your instagram or snap?” you didn’t want his number, only something you could erase and block easy after.

“i don’t have social media.” he said looking down at his feet. typical. his voice was a low whisper scared she would take back her offer.

“I just... I don't really see the point. I'm not really the social type, you know i’m not aloud it too” he fumbled for his phone, pulling up his contacts screen to find his number. "Here, just text me and we can, uh, arrange something.” at this point you prayed his dick was big you watched has he wrote down his digits on a small piece of paper for you to text and call later. luckily, the bell rung as you walked out of the boring class you felt embarrassed for talking with rafe. was there any point in even texting him after this?

my first time writing should i do pt2 it’s poorly written cuz it’s 7am all nighter loll

[bbywtfamidoing]

My brain is infected so yours should also be infected. (If you want to count this as an idea or a request PLEASE feel free but I also just really wanna share) sorry if it’s kinda long

Smosh doing like a really big charity stream, it's like 24 hour sleepover themed and Damien's there and reader is like crew or something and at one point they all decide to play a brand new game on live, that the reader is like OBSESSED with, but reader is also kind of insecure about talking about there hyper-fixations/infodumping/feel like they talk to much and are annoying or something so they have a hard time talking about there interests with others, but Damien is perceptive like that (He’s so in love with them it’s unfair) so he knows they at the very least like, and have played the game before so they invite her over to sit and play on stream with them and she sits next to Damien and they both end up just geeking out all night while playing and reader tries to like apologize and be like ‘im sorry if I talk to much about this you can just tell me to shut up if you need to haha’ and Damien’s like ‘no I like listening to you talk, this is great’ and eventually everyone else is like ‘nah man youre commentary is actually making this game make WAY more sense lol’ and eventually at some point as it gets later reader is the cuddly affectionate, giggly type of tired and ends up falling asleep on Damien and Damien’s like 😮 “what do I do??” L

they're both crushing on each other so hard but neither of them have said anything and they’re both so comfy and cozy and pretty and cute in their PJs and it’s so fluffy and cute and PDBSOBFLABDOSBCONS

I am unwell. Thank you for listening <3

You’re so real for this- and my friend I’ve done it. I may continue this at some point but I’ll post what I have here!! Hope you enjoy!!!

When they found out that The Last of Us was being played it was chaos at Smosh, so as soon as they were approached about being apart of the stream to help with parts that they could get stuck in- they were all in. Jacked in and ready to play, Shane and Spencer sat with Courtney and Damien and you sat together and eventually Amanda arrived to set with drinks for all. The games screen was on and the animation of a old broken down window with a curtain blowing in the wind, it was time to play and Damien held the controller as it started snd the subtitles were on screen as Amanda watched intently, with a quirked eyebrow as she processed the introduction to the fireflies. Now what the part they were all waiting for, the story- but Amanda asked questions consistently “Actually, it’s not a normal zombie outbreak like walking dead! It’s based off of a strange fugus called Cordyceps that kills bugs and basically eats at their brain so that the fungus can basically shoot out spores to spread it quicker. But any and all bread products is where the outbreak began-“ they paused and felt their face flush at the explosion of information

They seemed to go quiet as the game started, playing as Sarah as she woke up at the phone ringing. Shane carefully moved to joystick as he was prompted to, Courtney looked at them “Hey- we don’t mind you know? It gives us more story to follow.” They smiled at the other and nodded “thank you Court.” Damien carefully set a hand on their arm “I like hearing you talk about stuff you enjoy.” He spoke softly as they leaned forward and watched the screen intently.

Some time passed as Shane panicked and played Joel as he ran with Sarah in his arms after the car accident, You made quick work of explaining where to go so he didn’t get killed fast- he screamed at the Q to E and shoved the zombie away.

A group all speaking quickly and getting nervous as they were shoved into the bar by Tommy as he made his way around the bar to meet them. Making quick work as they ran down the hill and the SWAT officer yelled, quickly you sat up and watched the scene intently. Knowing exactly what was going to happen as Damien watched as the screaming and yelling at the screen began- Shane’s mouth hung open as Courtney leaned against him with a hand over their mouth

Tears in others eyes over the scene, as it lead to the screen the load into the game. Quickly you picked up “They had to retake this scene so many times that Hana Hayes the actress- who was 14 at the time of doing mo-cap was emotionally exhausted by the end of it. Oh! And the actor that voices- Joel voiced by Troy Baker was the youngest to audition for his role!” Damien nodded as he listened intently and Courtney smiled “That’s impressive work though- I think if I was alone I’d be sobbing-“ they chuckled softly wiping at their eyes as Spencer rubbed their back to console them.

A few hours in and the stream was getting pretty long at this point, you did your best to keep your eyes open but being around friends always made you feel safe and comfortable as you leaned against Damien who happily let you and hummed, after about another 30 minutes the stream was getting set hi to focus on another group and Damien moved to look at you and paused “Uh- are they asleep?” He didn’t wanna risk waking them up and quirked an eyebrow up as Courtney nodded and Shane covered his mouth “I was wondering where the facts and stuff went- we’re kinda keeping me off edge playing.” You heard them talking about you and groaned as you shifted and wrapped an arm around Damien and rolled your eyes “You guys suck-“ you huff and look up to see Damien looking down at you with a soft smile as you nuzzled against his chest to hide from his gaze and force the flush from your face to go away. Shane laughed and Courtney playfully ‘awed’ as Damien wrapped his arm around you “This is bullying-“ he joked and you chuckled as you sat up “We can play more later- it’s past my bedtime I’m such an old man.” The stream moved over to Angela, Arasha, Noah, Kieth, Ian and Anthony. Thy were playing the Quiet game and Ian was holding the noodle and had the blindfold on since he won the last pit challenge game.

The gaming group went to go get food and get into comfy clothes quickly, Damien in a baggy Smosh Tee-shirt and pajama pants, you in a tank top and a purple fuzzy sweatshirt that had bunny ears attached at the hood with matching pajama shorts. He saw you and his smile brightened for a moment but as soon as you look at him his gaze quickly moved away as he ignore the heat in his cheeks at just how cute you looked. You watched him for a few moments and approached him and playfully poked his chest “Hope I don’t look to ridiculous.” You chuckled as Courtney, Spencer and Shane came out in onesies- Eeyore (Shane, it was the biggest one they could find that wouldn’t rip at the seams) , Winnie the Pooh (Spencer, cause I mean come on) and Piglet (Courtney cause they knew they could make it match their makeup for the day.)

Shane moved forward and looked at you “Hey, your stealin Spencer’s vibe!” He teased softly as you turned and squinted at him and poked his chest “Fucker- I look more like Bonnie then I do any Winnie the Pooh character.” You huffed dramatically as Courtney saw you “Yes! Bonnie core!”

[httpiastri]

i'm thinking about paul and the older reader, maybe sister/brother friends? the reader doesn't take paul seriously because he sees him as a little brother.

oh my GOD this is lovely!!! dino's older sister would be cute bcs it's his best friend, but in my world it would make more sense if it's like an older friend he's got? like say it's luke browning's twin sister for example, who he's gotten to see around the paddock a lot recently and while paul is all manly and cool, he's still "so young" (until the reader realizes that he's twenty)…..

or say it's dennis hauger's older sister, or jehan daruvala's younger sister? someone he got to see a lot during their shared years in prema, someone who always thought of paul as a baby – because in 2022, he kind of was! at least compared to the reader, who used to be 20-22 during that time! but then, when she goes to the f2 paddock in 2024 and sees paul again, she's very shocked because !! he grew up, he's not a baby? he's super handsome and cool and a great racer?? 👀

[chirpsythismorning]

Noah is the most serious unserious person on the planet 🤣🤣🤣

[rtolentino]

Ordered Matcha from my wifes coffee shop <3 Someone stop me before I show up to her every shift. She’s the prettiest barista Ive ever seen. I am so in love with my femme.

[kakusu-shipping]

I absolutely adore your ruby gloom s/i and her entire gender shes so cute oh my god tell me about them PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE I know you already said it was inspiration but she reminds me SO much of the mummy girl from The scooby doo ghoul school and i LOVED THAT MOVIE SO MUCH AS A KID i just gotta know all about this s/i off design alone

She is like a PEAK little girl gender to me, it's what younger me would have wanted.

Now I don't know if you've actually SEEN Ruby Gloom but it is THE Baby Goth/Emo/Scene show. As in it is a show about and for Baby Goth, Emo, and Scene kids. There are hijinks and shenanigans and mild dark humor and usually no moral at the end of the episode.

She's a mummy, probably. The show is about like Monster Kids but what they are and where they come from never comes up. There is no plot, just kids being friends.

I imagine she can't talk with all the bandaging, and this show isn't the type to bust out actual sign language, so she just mimes and charades her way through conversations, like Doom Kitty. And like Doom, it has varying results. Skull Boy and Ruby can usually figure her out and Misery has a knack for charades and basically always knows what she's saying, but Iris can basically never figure it out, and Frank and Len and Poe all just Assume they know until someone else corrects them.

Sense she can't talk, and her bandages cushion her steps, she tends to accidentally sneak up on people and startle them, mostly Scardy Bat. There's an episode in my head where she keeps startling him, so he puts a bell on her so he can hear when she's coming.. and then she drops the bell somewhere and doesn't notice until it's completely unraveled her, and no one recognizes her unwrapped, so her and Scardy Bat have to backtrack the entire mansion together, avoiding getting seen by anyone else, to find where her bandage trail starts to rewrap her.

She's a lot stronger than most anyone else in the mansion, and can pick up and carry pretty much everyone with ease. Sense Skull Boy's commonly precariously up high and Iris is always seeking wild thrills, this strength is mostly used in catching those two specifically when they fall, though sometimes Poe ropes her into doing hard work for him.

I self ship with Skull Boy with her but they're probably not actually dating in current canon. He, She, and Ruby are in this Love Triangle situation where they all three have a crush on one another, and they're also all like 8-10 so navigating romantic feelings is really hard. So they're all still friends, and will probably stay that way till they're all a bit older.

[gibbearish]

yknow what bugs me is when ppls criticism of YA media boils down to them just not knowing how teenage crushes work

[chiistarri]

imsoo normal about guys byw

[the-bi-space-ace]

Me kicking my feet and twirling my hair around my finger:

*sigh* 💜🩶🤍 Merrin 💜🩶🤍

[bloggrgirl]

this is not how mental illnesses work but i truly feel that if i look at jensen ackles too much i will develop gender dysphoria

[mollyrolls]

highlights from my notes app. 30/79 and i couldn’t even finish the last chapter

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ AKAASHI KEIJI

undone ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

she would do anything for her best friend. including, but not limited to, pretending to be his girlfriend, so he can get the attention of the girl of his dreams, as much as it hurts

PAIRING: akaashi x fem reader

STATUS: complete

TAGS/WARNING: unrequited love, fake dating, angst, pining, friends to lovers, university au, language, alcohol use, warnings may change

MDNI: will contain adult content (marked in chapter)

TAGLIST: complete this form to be added

PREVIEW: real

CHAPTER ONE: evidence

CHAPTER TWO: complications

CHAPTER THREE: close

CHAPTER FOUR: truths

CHAPTER FIVE: plans

CHAPTER SIX: act

-> SEQUEL

[bumblediary]

went to the movies with the acquaintance today

[celiababy]

Ain't Right

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You have a major (borderline obsessive) crush on Joel, and you're on a mission to fuck him.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (56/20), swearing, fingering (fem!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, cum eating, name calling, kinda mean Joel, alcohol, vomiting, an extremely brief mention of suicide

Disclaimer: I lowkey don't know the logistics of the show so if some things are wrong please look over it I'm just trying to write smut about Joel Miller godbless.

Ain't Right part 2

Ever since that tortured old man showed up in Jackson, your life hasn't been the same.

Tommy's older brother, and your absolute undoing.

When Joel Miller rode into town, it was like everything suddenly made sense. The skies got clearer, the air smelled better, and the birds even chirped their love songs louder.

Everything about him drew you in; his cold demeanor, stoic face, tired eyes—but gentle around those he cared about, which was only a few select people.

And you certainly were not one of those select people.

Joel didn't know what to think about you.

To him, you were odd. Yes, you were undoubtedly the most beautiful girl in Jackson, but he felt distance between the two of you was essential.

He felt this way because he knew.

Joel wasn't oblivious to your stares; he might've been an old man, but he remembered the laws of attraction fairly well.

He didn't like the thought of you liking him.

You were young, attractive, and had plenty of age-appropriate prospects just begging for your attention. Every boy in Jackson wanted a piece of you—but you only had eyes for Joel.

He was getting old and tired, ain't no reason why you should be so fond over him.

He also didn't like that you made your attraction so obvious. It made people whisper, and Joel about had enough teasing from Tommy.

"You gonna let that young thing jump your bones or what, Joel?" Is an example of the few things his brother would chirp at him whenever you were around and had eyes on him like he was a target.

So, all things considered, it's no surprise when Joel is reluctant to make a supply run with you.

You had begged Tommy to let you go out and finally start pulling your weight, carefully adding that Joel would be a great teacher for a first timer like yourself.

You stand near the truck, squeezing the straps of your backpack while watching Joel and Tommy whisper to themselves a couple feet away.

"You can't find anyone else?" Joel growls lowly, narrowing his eyes at his insufferable brother who he’d really like to strangle right now.

"Are you seriously scared of a twenty year old girl, Joel?" Tommy asked exasperatedly, throwing his arm out in disbelief. "It'll take two hours tops, what the hell are you so scared of?" Joel is exhaling through his nose, dragging a hand down his jaw in complete disgruntlement.

"You know what the hell I'm scared of Tommy—goddammit," He gets in his brother’s face before realizing you’re still watching them.

He takes a moment to back up and calm down, breathing out through his nose.

"I do not need this town thinkin' I am encouraging this girls...feelin's." He murmurs lowly.

Tommy rolls his eyes before shoving Joel's backpack into his chest.

"Just don't fuck her, Joel. How hard could it be?"

Joel watches as Tommy turns his back and walks away, leaving just you and him.

Joel had spent a lot of time making sure he was never in a situation alone with you—now he was about to be your unsupervised mentor.

He feels a groan try and crawl its way out his throat, but he pushes it down.

He starts walking to the truck, not even looking at you as he passes and yanks the driver side door open with more force than necessary.

"Let's make this quick." He grunts out, climbing inside.

You do the same, only with a little bit more enthusiasm. ***

The trip is a complete bust.

Joel barely paid you any attention, no matter how many flirty gestures you made at him.

You'd say something remotely suggestive and he'd either glare at you, or just flat out ignore you.

But you were relentless. Giving up on him wasn't in the cards for you, no matter how many judgmental looks he casted your way.

You guys had been driving back to town for around five minutes; Joel has kept his eyes firmly on the road in fear of you sparking a conversation with him.

But you do anyways.

You turn your body to face him in the bench seat, your eyes cascading down his breath-taking side profile.

You zoned in on the gray patches of his beard, and how his face had the remnants of a long, unforgiving life weaved into his wrinkles and scars.

You're momentarily rendered speechless by his looks before he side-eyes you.

"What?" He huffs out, not being able to handle your intense stare any longer.

"Why not?"

A beat.

"What?" He asks again, his brows furrowing together, an annoyed and confused expression painting his features.

"Why won't you fuck me?"

Joel physically winces at your language, scoffing in what looks to be disgust as he starts shaking his head.

"We're not starting this." He snaps firmly, a tone in his voice that you haven't heard before.

Completely disregarding his words, you start.

"Is it because I'm not pretty enough?" Joel groans out, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Is it because there's someone else?" He's close to snapping. "Is it because you can't get it up? I heard thats a problem with guys your age-"

Joel slams on the brakes, sending you lurching forward. He shoves the truck into park before turning to face you, a scary look on his face.

"I am not going to fuck you--Christ almighty," Joel raises his voice at you.

You're staring at him, wide eyes and lips parted in surprise. You weren't really expecting this.

"you're bustin' my fuckin' balls, Look kid," He starts up again, this time with a softer tone. "M'about 40 years too old for you-"

You cut him off with a murmur. "36, I did the math."

"Same damn thing," he snaps, shaking his head. "Point is—you don't needa be wastin' your time with me; there are plenty boys your age that will satisfy your...you."

You scoff in his face but try to disguise it by clearing your throat.

"I'm not asking you to marry me, Joel," You start, a sad smile spreading across your lips. "S'just sex." You say with a shrug, blush coating your cheeks because now your mind is imagining sex with him.

He stays silent and looks away from you, closing his eyes like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

That urges you to say more.

"I won't tell anyone," You're practically whispering, looking down at your fidgeting hands in your lap. "I'd let you do anything you wanted to me."

Joel's heart cinches in his chest at your words, mostly because he can tell you're being so genuine.

Why the hell did you like him so much? He just couldn’t understand it.

But he can't entertain this any longer because he knows if he did, he'd give into you.

"I don't wanna hear another goddamn word outta your mouth." Joel says in a strikingly even and calm tone, putting the truck into drive and continuing back.

He's eerily silent, and so is the rest of the trip because you're too dejected to speak.

Eventually, you both arrive home and you're fast to get out of the truck.

You slam the door and keep your head down as you walk away, snow crunching beneath your boots.

Joel takes his time, watching you storm off with tired eyes.

He feels bad for being so rough on you, but he figured it was the only way to get you to stop liking him.

Tommy walks up, a concerned look on his face as he looks back between you and Joel.

"Guessin' you didn't fuck her."

***

Nobody had seen you in days.

The pain of rejection had you in a mental place that you had never experienced before.

No one has ever denied you—ever.

The situation was 100x worse considering you actually liked Joel, and he wasn't just another toy to play with.

Joel figured his life would get easier with you not around, and it kinda did in some aspects.

But he couldn't stop the gnawing feeling of guilt slowly eating at him like a parasite.

He'd been cruel to you in the way he went about things, and he felt bad.

Had he really broken your heart? He didn't know you liked him that much.

He sits in his living room, contemplating how to go about this entirely fucked up situation.

He debates making amends with you, apologizing and rejecting you again but in a gentler way.

He deliberates on his plan of action while nursing a glass of whiskey before he's interrupted by three bangs on his front door, followed by a screeching: "JOEL"

He mutters a 'what the fuck' under his breath, walking to the door and picking his 9mil up on the way.

His eyes widen when he sees you-standing there in all your glory.

It's the middle of winter and snowing like hell, yet you're wearing shorts and a tank top with a beer bottle in your hand.

"Jesus, kid-what the fuck," Joel ushers you inside quickly, taking his big jacket off the coatrack and draping it over you.

He also tosses his gun to the side, obviously you were no threat.

"You tryin' to get frostbit? Christ," he's swearing and muttering profanities as he guides you over to the couch, now basically swaddling you in blankets.

You've never been inside his house before, only ever walked passed it a few times. It smells like him.

You, however, smell like alcohol and bad decisions.

Joel picked up on how drunk you were the minute you stumbled through the door. He takes the bottle from your hand and sets it aside somewhere, glaring at you like how a mad parent would.

"The hell are you doin' out in the snow like that? Fuckin' death wish or somethin'?"

His words are kinda fuzzy in your ears, you're so drunk that you barely even register them.

An unprompted giggle spills from your lips as you shake your head at him.

"It's not snowing silly," You chide, making him out to be an idiot when, in actuality, it's a damn blizzard outside.

He knows from that statement alone that you are way off your rocker tonight.

"How much have ya had to drink, kid?" Joel asks, raking a hand through his graying hair.

"Don't call me kid," You snap, a quick flash of anger in your expression. "M'not a kid."

Joel rolls his eyes so hard that he probably caused a tsunami on the other side of the world.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. What are you doin’ here?” He asks exasperatedly, dragging a hand down his jaw while looking at your trembling figure.

There’s a long pause before you answer. You just got distracted by his big brown eyes.

“Jus’ wanted to say hi.” You murmur, unable to tear your gaze away from his face.

“Say hi?” He reiterates, looking at you like you’ve actually lost your mind.

You probably have.

After a moment, Joel can’t help but chuckle in disbelief, letting his body lean back against the couch.

The absurdity of it all turned humorous to him.

Here you are, sitting in his living room, practically nude with only his coat and blankets protecting your modesty, having just trekked through the snow all for what? To say hey?

You’re still sitting there, motionless and trying to remember how to breathe because his laughing face has your heart lighting off fireworks.

“Fuckin’ hell—hi.” Is all he says, turning his head to the side to look at you as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You smile like a dope at him, so extremely happy to be there in his company.

But the alcohol in your system is fighting you, and you’re finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

“S’it cool if I say the nigh?” You slur, falling vertically on the couch, your head crashing onto Joel’s thigh.

You nuzzle your cheek against the fabric of his jeans and Joel is just about to gently push you off, but he stops himself.

You look so comfortable and so at peace that Joel can’t do anything except stare at you.

Your cheek is slightly smushed, your lips are parted, your eyes are shut and don’t plan on opening—it’s insane to him how at home you looked.

Like you belonged here, head rested on his lap.

Fuck.

He was fucked this time.

He doesn’t move you. Instead, he fixes the blankets on top of you so you’re fully covered, and sits there with you the entire night.

He’s really gone soft.

***

When morning comes, you’re first to wake up, accompanied by a splitting headache.

You don’t even notice how Joel’s hand had fallen onto your waist some time during the night because you’re too busy making a b-line for the bathroom.

You chuck your guts up into the toliet, clutching the porcelain and groaning out in pain.

Joel wakes up to the sound of your hurling, momentarily disoriented before he remembers last nights events.

He’s quick to come to your aid in the bathroom, wasting no time gathering your hair in his fist to get it out of your face.

"S'right, get it all out," He murmurs out encouragingly, seemingly unfazed by the disheveled sight of you.

You’re too sick to be embarrassed, that’ll come later surely.

He sits on the wall of the tub as he continues holding your hair back, yawning every now and then like this was just a regular Tuesday morning.

Eventually, by the mercy of God, you get it all out of your system and slump up against the wall.

“M’sorry,” You immediately apologize, figuring that is the only right move in this situation.

“Don’t be. Been through plenty'a that in my day.”

His words are uncharacteristically reassuring and you find yourself taken back by them.

You soon realize this is probably just the hazy morning Joel, the Joel where he isn't worried about anything except coffee and breakfast—like everything wrong in his life is put on the back burner for this short minute in time.

“I’ll get you some water and Advil, sit tight.” He grunts before standing up on his feet, knees popping as he walks out.

You watch as he leaves, wiping the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

Aside from the vomit part, you could get used to this.

You've never seen him so...domestic. His hair was all messy, his voice was raspy, he had that morning haze over his features that you felt so honored to witness.

You suddenly felt compelled to look at your own appearance, hopping to your feet and looking in the dirty mirror.

You resist the urge to audibly gasp at your reflection, opting for a disgusted look instead.

Your hair is a rats nest, your clothes are a mess, and your mascara has rubbed off in black smudge all over the skin around your eyes.

In a desperate attempt to look at least semi-presentable, you wash your face with water and comb through your hair with your fingers.

The idea that Joel had seen you looking like that was making your stomach churn again.

Before you can grovel about it any longer, he rounds the corner with a glass of water and little brown pills in his hand.

“Here,” He says softly, handing you the water and tilting the pills into your open palm. “Take these ‘n drink all that water and ya should get to feelin’ better.”

You do as he says, swallowing the Advil in one go before taking a big sip to wash it down.

His eyes drift down to your shoulder, where your tank top strap has fallen. No doubt from all that vigorous throwing up you were doing moments ago.

Without thinking, his fingers graze your forearm before bringing the strap back up to its correct position, clearing his throat in the process.

A beat of silence falls over the both of you.

You’re gobsmacked by the complete nonchalance of his touch, staring at him with your mouth slightly open in shock.

“What?” He asks defensively, his tone pointed.

You look between him and your shoulder strap, then slowly move to set your water down.

“Are you sure we can’t fuck?”

“Goddammit—” Joels cursing before you can even finish saying the last word in your sentence.

He turns away from you, probably the fastest you’ve seen anyone turn in their life, and walks towards his room with an accelerating pace.

He shakes his head in disbelief all the way down the hall, pivoting on his heel to duck into his bedroom.

You follow him, not really fazed by how he completely refused to answer your question, though you didn’t think he would anyway.

Before you can step foot into the threshold of his room, Joel walks out, causing you to back up.

He shoves a stack of clothes in your direction, looking down at you with a frustrated face. “Put these clothes on and go home.”

You look down, realizing he was letting you borrow a sweater and jeans of his so you didn’t die walking back to your house from the cold.

Your heart warms at this thoughtfulness.

Without wasting any time, you take the clothes from his hands, smiling happily. “Can I keep them?”

“Why the hell would you wanna keep my clothes?” He’s got that confused/angry look on his face as he asks, and you have to suppress a giggle at the sight of it.

You bring the pieces of fabric up to your nose and inhale, humming as you breathe out again. “They smell like you.”

“Christ,” Joel beings his hands up to rub at his eyes. “Fine, do whatever. Just hurry up and change, jesus,"

Ever the tease, you set down his clothes and begin to lift your tank top like you planned to change right in front of him.

Joel's hands shoot out to stop you, a 'don't try me,' look on his face.

"Put them on over your clothes," Joel says sternly, watching the way you sigh because you weren't fast enough in lifting your tank top off.

However, you sieze the opportunity in front of you.

Joel's hands are holding yours down, so you work to intertwine your fingers, invading his space by stepping forward.

"Or, you could take my clothes off," You purr, your chest now flush with his torso.

Joel exhales through his nose, his jaw clenching as he tried deciding how he was going to get out of this situation.

But then he paused.

Looking down at you now, so eager and wide eyed, made him wonder.

If he fucked you, and made you realize it wasn't what you were probably imagining in your head, maybe then you'd finally leave him alone.

He would just...pretend to be awful at sex.

(Even though it had been so long and he wasn't sure if he'd actually need to 'pretend' anymore.)

There's a long silence that drags out between the both of you.

Your stomach is doing flips because it's looking like he's finally going to agree.

His resolve cracks and Joel can't do anything but sigh in defeat.

Slowly, Joel pulls you back into his room, closing the door behind you both.

Time is moving in slow motion.

You can't believe it's finally happening.

He guides you back until the back of your knees hit his bed, prompting you to sit down on it.

"I'm only going to do this once," Joel's voice is uncharacteristically low and calm, and it has your core tightening.

You nod in acknowledgement, waiting to see what he's going to do next.

With care, he pushes your shoulder down so you're laying on your back. "Are you sure you want this?" He asks, brown eyes searching yours.

"Have I not made it obvious?" You quip, a giggle following shortly after.

Joel only shakes his head before his fingers latch around the fabric of your shorts, pulling them down and off your legs.

"S'pose you have." He murmurs, scratching the back of his neck.

You're vibrating with excitement and you repeat what you tried earlier, only this time succeeding with taking your top off.

Of course, you're not wearing a bra.

Joel realizes in that moment that he bit off way more than he could chew.

He hasn't seen breast that weren't on a soggy piece of paper in at least a few years, and yours--well, his cock stood no chance.

You hear him swallow, watching as he can't seem to stop staring at your chest.

Realizing that he might need a little encouragement to start speeding things along, you smile up at him and whisper, "touch me Joel".

Yeah, screw this. His plan of pretending to be bad was now entirely forgotten—he was going to do what he wanted, so help him god.

He huffs out a curse before sliding a hand up your torso, stopping once he's fully cupped one of your breasts in one hand. He kneads it like dough while using his other hand to disappear under your panties.

A choked moan erupts from your lips once you feel his fingers brush along your clit, rubbing around and spreading your slick around all too slowly.

"haven't even done anythin' yet and you're already fuckin' soaked..." He murmurs really to just himself, his eyes casting down to watch as he rips your underwear off impatiently.

"M'always like this whenever you're around," you mewl to spur him on, spreading your legs wider.

"Oh you are, huh?" Joel repeats back, the tiniest bit of cruelty in his tone that makes you shiver.

You nod, bucking your hips into his hand desperately.

"don't get why you like an old man like me, s'gross." His tone is flat but it's clear he's teasing by the way he curls his fingers inside of you. He's not really expecting a response, but you feel compelled.

You lurch forward, gasping at the feeling. "I really like you," You rush out breathlessly. "I'd do anything you wanted me to." You say earnestly as you stare into his eyes, loving what you're seeing.

Joel remembers when you told him that the first time, his heart cinching the same way it did then.

Joel is at war with himself. One side of him is screaming that this whole situation is fucked up and he is better off without you.

Another part of him thinks that this is the most he’s ever felt in a long time. And he doesn't want to lose it.

You can see the gears turning in his head. His fingers have slipped from you and you wince at the loss.

Slowly, you sit up. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your nipples pressing into his shirt.

He's confused and momentarily panicked when your faces get so close together, his hands seeking purchase on your hips.

In an unexpected move, you rake your hands through the side of his hair, looking lovingly at his face.

"I just wanna be someone for you," You murmur, your face breaking a little as Joel's resolve also cracks. "Doesn't matter what. I'm very versatile." You mumble the last part to try and lighten the mood.

Joel just stares at you—something swimming behind his eyes that you can't quite place.

Eventually, he crashes his forehead against yours, sighing out.

"You're makin' this fuckin' impossible." He rasps before kissing you with a passion you've never felt before.

You feel victorious.

He's finally given in to you.

Eagerly, you kiss back, wrapping your legs around his torso and grinding your bare cunt against the bulge in his jeans.

"Then stop trying so hard to get rid of me," You sigh out, chasing his lips even as you're trying to speak.

He groans and you catch it in your mouth, the pressure on his clothed cock making him dizzy.

“Fuck,” He’s quick to unbuckle his belt, sliding it out of the loops and tossing it somewhere on the floor. “Lay back.” He demands and you immediately follow suit.

He's never been that...assertive with you before. It makes you tingle all over.

He looks starved as he peers down at you, specifically your cunt.

He literally can’t tear his eyes off your sex—he only looks up to your gaze when you let out an impatient whine.

He rips down his pants, letting his cock spring free and slap against his stomach.

Now you can’t tear your eyes away from his sex.

You’ve only dreamt it so many times, but now that it’s finally in front of you—it all just feels surreal.

It’s better than you imagined, perfect.

“I don’t have a—”

You know what he’s about to say so you cut him off immediately. “S’okay, like it raw. Closer to you that way.” You murmur.

Joel looks physically pained that he’s not inside you right now. For some reason, you just know all the right things to say.

“Closer to me?” He huffs out, hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down to the edge of the bed where he stood.

Now your cunt is flush with the base of his member and the sensation drives you both insane. “You’re fuckin’ insane.”

Joel rasps, but the way he says it reveals just how far he’s fallen. He knows you’re crazy, and yet here he is, balancing you out.

He glides his member back and forth against your folds, gathering up your wetness with a clenched jaw and furrowed brows.

He looks so concentrated—meanwhile you’re writhing with pleasure and impatience. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for him.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs to himself, eyes tracing all over you.

You freeze.

Joel had complimented you for the first time, and it was genuine.

He notices you stiffen and takes a moment to pause.

Your entire body erupts with goosebumps, your heart beating at exceptionally fast speeds.

He's worried for a second that something is horribly wrong.

“What?” He asks, confused at what’s got you so wound up.

Your face is flushed red as you bashfully giggle. “You called me pretty.”

Ah fuck.

Joel finds you so charming it hurts.

After he remembers how to breathe again, he rolls his eyes and clears his throat.

“I have my cock to your cunt, of course I find you pretty.”

You smile and shrug. “Still. Nice to hear.” You’re all smiles until his tip prods at your entrance, causing a gasp to leave your throat.

He continues to apply pressure with his tip and it’s driving you crazy.

“Fuck Joel—are you trying to kill me?” You whine, hips wiggling to get him in.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Relax, m’almost there.”

Slowly, he begins pushing his way inside. His mushroom head breaches you entirely and it feels like you can hear the angels singing.

He continues forward, the stretch being mainly around the middle of his thick cock.

But you’re taking it like a champ.

Joel braces himself with hands on both sides of your torso as he bottoms out, a groan crawling its way out of his throat.

The sensation is absolutely delicious.

A little bit of pain from the stretch, but so much pleasure from the fullness.

“Joel, ohmygod you feel so good inside me.” You moan, throwing your head back.

Your hips start moving on their own, but he immediately stops you with two large hands.

“D-Don’t move—fuck.” Joel grumbles out, his face pinched together in what looked like pain.

You’re confused for a moment, thinking maybe that he might just be really into cockwarming.

But then it hits you.

“Were you gonna come?” The tone in your voice makes it seem like you’d be elated if that was the case—like the most flattering thing in the world.

Joel looks pissed that you caught on so quick.

In truth, the moment he put his tip in, he was holding back his orgasm.

Can you blame him? He’s only fucked his hand for the last couple years.

“S’been a while.” Is all he can say, his chest heaving up and down in concentration. You know he’s embarrassed, but you can’t help but smile like a dope at him.

“If you come, please do it inside, please,” you beg, reaching out for his arms that caged you in.

Joel's rational mind feels like it just touched down in looney town after hearing your begging.

He feels crazy because he liked the thought of the idea you proposed. You even see him hesitate. But then he scoffs and shakes his head.

Joel drops down closer to your face, slowly starting to rock his hips into you. "Tryin' to baby trap me, girl?" He grunts in your ear, making you moan out.

Your walls are clenching down on him, and it’s making it that much harder to hold back. “No-no, promise, just wanna be full of you." You manage to blubber out...unconvincingly.

You probably didn't really want a baby with Joel, but your lust-driven brain was working on fumes and you just wanted to do what felt good.

Joel's grunting in your ear was not helping things. His fingers were gripping your hip so hard, you figured it would probably bruise tomorrow

Good. You wanted whatever he would give you.

"Christ--m'not gonna last much longer," Joel groans, picking his head up a little to meet your gaze. He wanted to kick himself for not being able to last, but when he saw your face, all those feelings disappeared.

You looked so--perfect. Soaking up the moment in case it was the last, god you hoped it wasn't the last time. Now that you've finally had a tase of him, you weren't sure you could live without it.

Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him firmly in your cunt. Joel notices this and also your pleading eyes, a growl leaving his throat.

"Please, please, please, please," you beg, never breaking eye contact with him as his thrusts pick up speed.

He ruins your long string with pleas with a needy kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat like a starving man.

You accept it happily, moaning out into the kiss while Joel manhandles your hips to take his cock.

The feeling is damn near euphoric for both you and him. It gets even better when Joel's hand comes down to rub at your clit again.

Your back arches off the bed as you gasp and moan out, wrapping your arms back around his shoulders. "F-Fuck!" You moan into his ear, probably drooling on his shoulder in the process. "thankyouthankyouthankyou-" you sputter out in choked sobs. He was really good at working on your clit, you couldn't do anything else but thank him for it.

Joel feels a surge of something when he hears you. He's never had a woman thank him in bed before.

It's enough to push him over the edge. And apparently you too.

"I'm gonna come Joel, please don't stop," There are pools of tears in your eyes that Joel is just now noticing. He's about to reply to you, but he finds himself speechless when he feels your cunt start constricting and fluttering around him like a vice.

"Fuck!" He groans out loudly, his hips starting to falter in their rhythm. But then he picks up speed again, and in no time he's like a madman jackhammering into you.

You're a mess of screams and cries and moans underneath him, happily taking everything he was giving you.

When Joel feels himself about to come, he notices how your legs are still tightly wrapped around him, keeping him inside, and he manages to scoff out.

"Gotta let me go baby," You've never heard that pet name from him before, and it makes you crumble. His hands move to grab at your thighs, kneading the flesh there.

You whine out but reluctantly release the grip your legs had on him. Joel doesn't waste time before hugging both your legs on his chest, keeping them firmly placed while your feet squirmed by his ear.

"Atta girl," he murmurs before picking up speed again, his cock head pressing into your cervix.

It's all too much for you. Joel looks so amazing pounding into you from above, his concentrated face, his sweat, the way his salt and pepper hair is all disheveled, you're losing your mind.

Your core is on fire and you can't stop yourself.

In a staggering turn of events, you come first.

Your walls come down like bricks on his dick, you cry out, throwing your head back in complete bliss and ecstasy.

Seeing and feeling this, Joel is quick to follow in your steps. He rips himself from that warm hole of yours and pumps himself dry onto your stomach.

You watch it all with wide eyes, you wouldn't have missed Joel's orgasm face for the world!

Of course, his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth was open as he was breathing heavily, and his eyebrows turned down like he was mad.

God he was so beautiful.

His thick ropes of cum shoot all over your stomach and even your breasts as he jerks himself off to completion.

When he finishes, he takes a moment to catch his breath, finally opening his eyes to see you scoop up his cum from your breast with your finger and shove it in your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around his seed and you swallow eagerly, humming out in satisfaction at the taste of him.

Joel's watching in complete fascination, though his expression looks a little angry. When does it not?

"taste so good," you mumble with your finger still in your mouth, looking up at him with your big eyes.

He moves before he can think about it--ripping your hand away from your lips and caging you in a slow but deep kiss.

He soon falls down beside you and soon rolls over onto his back, his chest rising and falling from the excursion.

You curl into his side, watching his side profile so intently. You had just fucked Joel Miller.

And it was everything you had dreamed of. Extreme happiness doesn't even begin to describe your feelings right now.

There's a long stretch of silence that drapes over the both of you. Eventually, Joel breaks it with something extremely off topic.

"Last night...you didn't just come here to say 'hi', did you?"

You're momentarily speechless, not expecting that question from him at all. But you can't stop a giggle from coming through your lips.

"Actually, I came to confront you." Your voice is soft as you begin speaking, thinking back to last night's ordeal.

Joel doesn't expect this answer, his head turns to look at you while you speak. His arm comes down to drape over your shoulder.

"I was really upset cus you rejected me n'all. I just couldn't accept the whole, 'age gap' excuse. I wanted to know if you just really didn't like me or not." You're murmuring, drawing soft lines with your finger on the skin of Joel's chest.

He huffs out a breath at the explanation, shaking his head. "Guess you got your answer, huh." He grumbles out, somewhat ashamed of himself that he couldn't hold back.

You smile and lean up to kiss his cheek. "I did," you chirp happily, admiring his face again. "You know you're gonna have to fuck me, like, everyday now, right?"

You're kidding. But you're also not at all.

Joel scoffs and sits up, moving to pick up both his and your shirts. "Fat chance. Barely had enough stamina for one round." He grunts out, finding the neck hole in your tank top and putting it over your head for you.

You don't bother to pull it down over your breasts so Joel does it for you.

"It's okay, we can build up your tolerance over time." You quip with a teasing smile, loving the way Joel turned to glare a you.

He couldn't believe the youth these days.