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that-basic-simp · 4 months ago

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Come Home

Vi X Fem! Reader CW: Swearing WC: 1.1k+

The Lanes were a bit more rowdy than normal. Especially towards a certain club. As I made my way down that alley, there were people running towards the club. They were ushering people to hurry. I caught word of something being said about a fight going on. And that there was this new "Hound of the Underground". That title went to Vander from when I was growing up here in The Lanes. Who could be this new "Hound of the Underground"? My eyes widened as I could only imagine who this person is. I rushed towards the club and entered it. People were running towards the stairs and I followed suit. Down the stairs I went, followed by numerous tunnels until I walked into the underground pit fighting that was held almost daily. I tried to avoid this club for that specific reason, but here I am.

I ran to find a good seat and I sat down. Bets were being placed and there were papers that showed who you were betting on. There was a red and gold one. The red one had a symbol of a two headed dog while the gold one had a fist. I grabbed the red and held it up. Others followed suit. The crowd was a mix of red and gold. It was mostly red that I saw in the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hope you're ready for another exciting match here tonight! Let's give a warm welcome to our fighters!"

The announcer said the name of the opponent and he came out into the ring. He raised his arms up and yelled, trying to get the crowd riled up. Only his fans, those who held up the gold paper, were cheering and hollering. He smirked cockily and went to his corner.

"And the defending fighter, going on a three week streak, can she make it to four? Here she is, you know her, you love her, I give you, the Hound of the Underground!"

The doors opened and out stepped the person who I thought it would be. It's been so long since I had seen her, so long since we've been together. We broke things off after she went topside to help an Enforcer track down her sister. I was opposed to it because, well, we all grew up hating the Enforcers. And now she was willing to work with one? It went against everything she was, everything we grew up against. So much has changed. Her hair was longer, it was dyed black and some streaks of red were poking out. Her chest was wrapped tightly in a binding to where I could see some red underneath her armpits. Black makeup was underneath her eyes and were streaked down, like she was crying black. This was not my Vi.

"Fighters, in 3...2...1...fight!"

The fight was over within minutes. Vi was always one to put someone on their ass in a matter of minutes. That's what made her a force to be reckoned with. She fought so hard to protect the ones she loved. But who is she fighting for now? Definitely not herself, but she had to be fighting for something.

After the fight was over and Vi celebrated her victory, everyone went back up to the club to drink and do other things. I tried to find Vi in the crowd, but it was hard to. Until I found her black hair make its way through the crowd and outside. I followed after her and quietly tailed her. She climbed up some stairs and into an apartment above the club itself. I made my way up the stairs and stood by the door. I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Fucking hell," she muttered.

She stumbled over to the door and unlocked it. As she pulled it open, I was met with the stench of alcohol, stale water and blood, along with whatever she used to dye her hair. Our eyes locked and her signature glare softened.

"Y-Y/N?"

"Hey, Vi."

"W-What are you doing here?"

"I caught wind of a fighter known as the 'Hound of the Underground'."

"That was Vander's title."

"Seems like its yours now."

"That's just the pit fighting thing."

"May I come in?"

"Y-Yeah."

She stepped aside and I walked in. She closed the door behind me and she sat down on the small and sorry excuse for a bed. It was just two tables put together with a long board to cover it.

"Vi, this place is a wreck."

"The guy offered it to me in exchange to fight for him."

"And this is your home?"

"Yeah."

I shook my head, "Come home."

She sighed, "I can't. I am home."

"Vi, this place is not a home. This is barely a livable place. It's big enough to barely fit both of us."

"And that's all I need."

"You need something bigger, something better because you deserve it."

"I don't deserve shit."

"Vi, you seriously can't call this place your home. It reeks of literally everything. You need to come home."

"I am home," she said once more.

"This is not a home. It's a prison cell. Worse than that, actually," I said.

"I can't go home."

"Yes, you can, Vi. Look," I sat down beside her and placed my hand on her shoulder. "I know what happened between us didn't end on good terms. I was just surprised you'd want to team up with an Enforcer after all the painful times we suffered from them."

"It's complicated."

"And I am willing to listen after I've had time to sit and process what was going on in that time of your life. But please, come home," I said, tears formed in my eyes.

She turned and faced me, "I can't."

"You're being so stubborn," I muttered. "Baby, please," I reached over and grabbed her hand. "Please come home. We can work things out."

"I am home."

"This is not home, Vi."

She squeezed my hand tightly and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Y/N, listen to me."

"If you tell me that 'you're home' again, I will leave you. For good."

"You don't understand," she whispered, her eyes flicked between mine and my lips. She leaned towards me and pressed these next words against my lips. "I am home."

Everything clicked. Why didn't I understand what she was saying before?

"Y-You are?"

"When I am with you, dove, I'm always home. No matter where we are."

The tears slid down from my face and she reached up to wipe them away.

"Do not cry, my love."

"Oh, Vi!" I pulled her close into a tight embrace.

She held onto me and even moved me to where I was sitting on her lap. After we parted, I couldn't help myself. I pressed my lips against hers and she happily kissed back. Once we parted for a second time, she placed her forehead against mine.

"You'll always be my home."

I smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "I'm just glad I realized it before we had an argument."

"Took you long enough to realize it," she chuckled.

"But seriously, can we go home. This place is not great."

"Of course, dove."

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obetrolncocktails · 2 years ago

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Deception | Josh Kiszka X Reader | Part 1

Warnings: This fic will include angst and smut. If those aren't your thing, don't read! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.1K

Authors Note: I had a hurtful, but oh so deliciously angsty idea for a fic involving Josh and a reader who was a fan, and led josh on to believe that they met naturally in a grocery store.

Summary: Be careful what you wish for. Wishes answered always come with consequences.

His sheets smelled of fresh linen, like fresh clothes pulled from a clothesline, crisp with the scent of sunshine. You’d burrowed yourself into them like a cocoon of welcome warmth, wrapping yourself in the swaths of fabric.

“For someone who claims to be so hot all the time, you sure look like you’re ready to hibernate,” Josh mused, strolling into the bedroom as he sipped from the lip of a large mug. He was prepared, having made you one as well. You offered him a gentle smile.

“I’m comfy,” you replied, satisfied with the simplicity of your response.

“Sit up, silly,” He said, lowering himself onto the bed, carefully handing you your piping-hot cup of coffee. Wisps of steam billowed over the top of the mug and you sipped tentatively at the liquid, feeling it instantly liven your body from head to toe.

“How does it feel to be twenty-six years and three hundred and sixty-four days old?” you asked him, eyeing him from over the lip of the cup.

“Geez, when you say it like that, you make me sound ancient,” he chuckled. You loved the way his lips curled upward when he grinned, revealing his brilliant, white teeth. The slight gap between his front two teeth always sent flutters through your body. You caught yourself admiring his delicate, but masculine features. “But I’m excited! I never thought I’d end up planning my own birthday party.” He looked at you with amusement.

“Come on. You mean to tell me you didn’t enjoy designing your own birthday cake?” You said, taking another long swig of your coffee before lowering it to your lap as you crossed your legs. “Only you would choose that symbol.”

His widening grin told you all you needed to know. “Yeah, that was pretty cool.” His eyes glimmered with child-like amusement, which sent a pang through your chest. “I’m just glad that everyone can make it, you know? It’s hard these days to get everyone in one place at the same time.”

You nodded, reaching to place the cup on the bedside table. “Sam, Danny and I made sure that everyone could make it.” You ruffled your messy hair with your fingertips, watching him finish off his coffee. “We threatened physical violence if they didn’t.”

“Okay, but who’s the one throwing the punches?” Josh asked, his eyebrows raised with amusement.

“Who do you think?” You answered, lifting your fists playfully in front of you. “They don’t want it, I promise you.”

“Put your guns away,” He chuckled. “I bet you Jake is gonna be so jealous,” He continued, setting his cup on the side table before moving back to lay on the bed and prop up his head on his hand. His eyes brightened, his cheeks filling with color.

“Of what?” You asked, taking another sip of your coffee.

“My party.” He said lightly.

“I mean, you are the more performative of the two, so…” You admitted. He turned to you, scoffing incredulously.

“Now what is that supposed to mean?” He asked, gawking. He couldn’t hide, though, that his features were fighting the urge to twist into a ridiculous smirk. His eyes seemed to glitter as he questioned you.

“Nothing!” You said, rolling out of bed with your empty coffee cup.

“No, no! You don’t get off that easy,” Josh said, pulling at the thin fabric of your sleep shorts, pulling you back closer to him.

“Oh , you want me to say sorry?” You asked him, biting your bottom lip as your eyes glimmered with mischief.

“I thought maybe you could show me you’re sorry instead,” he said. “Come here.”

You obeyed him, leaning closer to him. “Yes sir.”

The intensity in his eyes deepened as his fingertips pulled upward to gently caress your chin and jaw, drawing your face forward to meet with his lips. The feeling of his touch ignited the heat between your thighs. Josh’s boyish features could easily morph in the matter of seconds into something almost siren-like—He naturally honed the ability to unconsciously will you to do anything for him with just a look. He harnessed the power to peer straight through your soul like glass, like he could somehow see all of you at once, including your every thought, worry, and desire. At the beginning of the relationship, it had made you feel extremely vulnerable and unguarded, but now? Now, you found comfort in him knowing everything about you. Well, almost everything. There were certain things that you weren’t ready to tell him yet. You’d wait for the right time to come clean.

You gave in to the gentle caress of his velvet lips and folded your body into an innate dance, moving in an exact mirror to him as he explored you. “You want me to show you just how sorry I am?” You whispered against his parted lips, your voice barely more than a huff of breath as your instincts began to take over. His hands slid to your hips, pulling you against him. You took that as his answer.

“Go right ahead,” he purred softly. It was moments like these when you’d often felt most vulnerable in front of a man. In most of your previous relationships, you’d been so reluctant to let your partners in, to see the most vulnerable, insecure, and sensitive parts of yourself. You’d built your walls with an impenetrable defense, constructed by so many years of hating your own body more than anyone else could. Recently, it was becoming clearer to you that there was one thing that you knew for sure about Josh. He silently set himself apart from everyone else. Not once had he ever judged you for your appearance; for the extra curves, the extra pounds, the imperfect folds and creases that were so ugly to you, but so perfect to him. Even so, he didn’t feel pity for you, either. He treated you like a person, not the fragile pane of glass you had let yourself become in the hands of so many past partners’ hands. Not a single interaction was laced with unspoken judgment, because the truth was simple. Being fat meant nothing to Josh.

You remembered those first days when Josh all but begged you to stop apologizing for the things that you couldn’t and shouldn’t change, constantly reminding you that you were a beautiful woman. “You are allowed to take up space in this world. Stop apologizing for abiding in it, Y/n. You have nothing to worry about when you’re with me,” he had said to you after a few dates, when you’d make it a point to apologize or somehow discount your appearance or importance. You couldn’t help it. It had become the safest defense mechanism that you could create; you’d insult yourself before anyone else could beat you to it.

You let yourself fall after those first few weeks, and unsurprisingly, it was one of the easiest decisions you had ever made. The loop of his fingers around yours began to feel so natural and reassuring. You could count on him to encourage you to try new things, to leave you in stitches from laughing, and at the end of the night, you could rest assured that he’d leave you thinking about him for every moment he wasn’t with you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, the corners of his lips twitching upward in a curious smile.

“You,” you answered honestly, reaching forward to tuck some of his curls behind his ear.

“Oh no,” he answered, his cheeks flushing. “Should I be running for cover?” He asked, pretending to get up.

“No, no, come back here,” you said, pulling at his arm. You let the moment settle into contented silence as you both let your gaze linger between each other. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always. What’s up?” Josh asked, moving to caress your arm softly as you prepared to speak. You pulled yourself upward to sit straight on the bed, and he did the same, sitting in front of you.

“You are–” you paused for a moment, figuring out the next words before speaking again. “You are the closest thing I’ve had to a home in a very, very long time, and I think I’m ready.” You both had agreed that sex wasn’t expected in the relationship until you had told him so, and even then, with Josh, you knew that you wanted it to be special when it was time.

“Ready for?” He asked, his eyes widening slightly. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“I am ready to be with you. I am ready to have sex, if and when you are.” You pulled your gaze upward to look him in the eye. “I want to be yours completely, Josh. You make me feel beautiful, and I think I am beginning to believe it, too.” The words spilled out of you easily, because for the first time, you believed them.

“You are truly marvelous,” he spoke, straightening to sit cross legged again on the bed. “I am a lucky man, and I gotta say. Thank God we love the same pasta sauce.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as he recounted your first meeting at Kroger. You had been choosing between pasta sauces, and couldn’t decide whether to stay with your tried-and-true selection or try something new.

“You want this one,” he had said, pointing to the one in your right hand–the one that was your favorite. You looked up, and were automatically struck by his natural beauty–the mixture of feminine and masculine features which were combined in an almost artistic product. You couldn’t look him in the eye, and you certainly couldn’t talk straight.

“What?” You said after a long moment, yanking yourself out of your daze. “Oh. Yeah, this one? You said, raising the jar in the air. “It’s my favorite. Don’t break it if it isn’t fixed–right?” You decided to keep your mouth shut rather than fix the saying that you had just butchered so badly. Josh laughed, reaching for a jar of his own off of the shelf.

“Something like that, yeah.” His dimples were huge, and his teeth were so white they almost seemed to sparkle. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. For a moment, you forgot how to swallow, how to talk, how to breathe. How are you real? You remembered thinking to yourself.

“Sorry, I’m just a little–frazzled. I’m Y/n.” you said, stupidly extending your hand to him.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. Grocery shopping can really take it out of us,” he said, taking your hand. You were grateful for his skillful segue. “I’m Josh.”

You nodded. “Nice name,” you told him before mentally kicking yourself in the head. You’d wished you’d worn steel toes, and also that you had crazy flexibility so you could kick yourself across the pasta aisle. God I’m so fucking dumb.

“I’d say yours is far more lovely,” he said, saving you again, and you couldn’t save the heat from filling your face. You were becoming intensely aware of your insecurities as you felt his eyes float over your body and back up to your face.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling anxiety exploding through your system like a disturbed hornet’s nest.

“Well, I hope your pasta turns out delicious,” he said. “I can tell you’ve got great taste,” he said, putting the jar in his small hand basket.

“You too,” you said with a gentle smile. “Only losers eat Prego,” you said with a grin.

“That’s a bold statement, Y/n. We need to make sure that Campbell’s Soup Company isn’t listening to our every word.” You couldn’t help but snicker, accidentally snorting at the stupid joke.

“Stupid joke?” he asked, reading your mind.

“Yeah, I gotta admit. It was a terrible joke,” you said, your cheeks aching painfully from grinning.

“Ah well, I’m known for them, so,” he shrugged, adjusting his basket in the crook of his elbow. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Y/n. If I see you next time, maybe we’ll compare ingredients again.”

“I’m ready for you,” Josh said. “I’ve known it’s you for a while now,” he admitted, reaching forward to take your hands in his. “I want to make it special,” He continued. “Let me make you dinner. You already know what’s on the menu, besides you, of course,” he said with a soft grin.

“Josh Kiszka’s world famous Spaghetti?” You said, eyeing him with a smirk.

“You know it!” He said excitedly. “Come here, let me kiss you.”

You obeyed him instantly, leaning forward into his awaiting embrace, letting yourself be truly loved for the first time.

You heard a buzz from your phone on the side table, but ignored it.

You’re a whore for going after the celebrities you write such filthy smut about. I’ve found you, and it’s only a matter of time before everyone finds out about your little secret. Could be fun, don’t you think?

End of part 1.

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firewasabeast · 4 months ago

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I'm back at it again! Notebook ready to talk about Time in a Bottle.

CJ you really nailed it here, so much stuff called my attention and it's just, aaaghhh so good.

Not Bobby immediately knowing Buck wanted to talk about Tommy 😭 but also “He also knew everyone had practically forced him to shut up about it by this point” like, bobby being aware that this is not something that only affects Buck personally but the team, and how he knows he needs to talk about it. And not Buck knowing things like which accounts Tommy interacts with on social media??? I'm on the floor CJ.

Once again, seeing how Eddie's lie just keeps spreading is so *slams fist on the table*

And speaking about Eddie, his pov is so intriguing to me. We see how the guilt starts to eat him alive, when he notices how hard Tommy must've fought and still was abducted, how terrifying it must've been. It may be a weird idea but I definitely get the feeling that Eddie was hurt by the breakup and that clouded his judgement.

When Eddie mentions in his voicemail how Tommy could've gone to him after the breakup but it didn't trust him, it gave me the impression that later on he started to project his own pain and anger onto Buck, and that caused him to (in his words) “be upset on his behalf”, without taking into consideration that he KNOWS the kind of man Tommy is, and that he KNOWS Tommy would've talked to Buck had he not been kidnapped. It's just so interesting with this idea/perspective on.

I'm still like yelling at the screen for Eddie to keep feeling guilty, like, I'm sorry but my guy needs to feel that regret.

Going back to the hospital scene, there's quite a few things that made me go from 🥹 to 😭.

“hoping her smile didn't appear to be forced” Athenaaa 😭 like i bet she's feeling awful but needs to put a strong front for them.

The fact that Buck has added a bed for himself in the room, my baby cannot let Tommy out of his sight :( (it also makes me think if these two like formed one of those bonds after the rescue and now they can't quite literally stay away from the other).

Not these two lying about how well they slept when Athena asks them 😭 like Buck's eyes looking tired and Tommy being barely able to smile at her?? DUDE

Not Tommy ignoring his own pain when he straightens the bed up like, baby nooo you don't need to look proper for this interview, you need to rest!!!

There's something that (idk it may just be me) makes me go :( and is the blanket/sheets mentions. Like, it feels as if Tommy fears feeling seen and exposed because of what happened and just keeps covering himself because of it. Like, covering himself when Athena points out he may not look comfortable, and when she mentions that the 118 won't get to hear his interview, despite the fact that they've already seen how he looked like when he was found.

Also the “Doesn't really matter. They saw it all anyway” absolutely broke me!!!

You know that meme “the woman was too turned to speak"? Well that was me when Tommy said “His name isn't James, is it?” that twist CJ... I don't even know who this kidnapper is and you're already shocking me with more reveals like this.

And Tommy apologizing for not remembering who Athena was that night :( baby she's not upset, you've been through unimaginable trauma and your mind wasn't there when she found you.

I wanted to compliment you on the way you set the atmosphere for Tommy's house. Like I could see the mess, I could see the blood, and the signs of fight and struggle. And it was fucking terrifying CJ. The idea of how strong the guy must've been to fight off Tommy and win scares me so much.

Also, the 118 helping to clean up his house? 🥺 Please I'm going to tear up.

Now for the final comments, the dance scene (those scenes will never fail to make me so sad over Tommy). It's the way “Evan” tells him he has a chance to survive and how there are two parts of himself, one that wants to live and one that's starting to give up, that's what gets me. He wants to survive so bad but he sees and feels everything that's happening and his will to live just declines 😭 and it's only the idea of Evan that keeps him going.

Thank you for one more incredible chapter CJ the story's progressing really well.

See you next chapter 🩷

–bisexualbrainrots

I NEED to hug you 😭 I’m a mess right now! So much of what you mention gets brought up later on (some I was actually writing earlier) and I’m just endlessly glad we’re on the same wavelength here!

I’m glad the set up for Tommy’s house came through. I was actually pretty worried about that part.

Once again, you’ve made me practically speechless! But I thank you endlessly 💗

#lovely humans #kidnapped!tommy fic

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kakiki3 · 1 month ago

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You| chapter six: Wager

A talk between Joel and Y/N never occurred as the past week drug on. Their bickering intensified and was more frequent. The only difference was the sex that occurred after their fighting.

Sometimes, it was vigorous, sometimes quick, and sometimes, they would be missing for hours or even half the day. Rarely was it gentle, but it was always passionate. Other than the one time while out on patrol together, it was always at her place so as not to get caught by anyone, especially Ellie.

Joel threw his green flannel over his back and began buttoning it.

"Well, that was a new record."

He smiled to himself. "What can I say I had inspiration." He glanced back at her.

"Don't be charming, and sweet now.*

"Wouldn't dream of it." He placed a quick kiss on her lips before attempting to leave.

She tucked her fingers into the front of his jeans and pulled him to her again. Looking up at him with a look that could only be described as hunger. She began to unhook his belt.

Joel growled, the sound rattling his chest. She took him in her mouth, feeling him grow with each swipe of her tongue.

"I really should go." His head fell back.

"Say the word Miller and I'll stop." Sucking him into her mouth.

Looking down at her. "You know good and fucking well I'm not going to tell you to stop." He spoke through gritted teeth.

A confident smile stretched across her lips. "I do."

"Who knew that mouth could do more than get on my nerves."

Slowly, she grazed her teeth against his sensitive skin, and her tongue mapped out the veins along his thickness.

"Fucking Christ." fisting the bun that sat up on top of her head. "That is delicious."

"Agreed," sucking precum off his head. "Damn near mouthwatering."

Moaning, "Keep talking like that and see what happens."

"What are you going to do, Fuck me? Fuck my mouth? Fuck my tight pussy you love so much?"

"No, I'm not going to fuck you- that's what you want, think I'll have to hold out on ya." Joel flaunts a smile that shows he's sure of himself.

Smiling, pulling him out of her mouth, leaning back on her hands on the bed. "Okay." She tilts her head to the side, a shit-eating grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I'll play your little game, Miller."

Joel instantly regretted his words but wasn't one to back out of a challenge. "What game?" He puts his unsatisfied length back into his jeans.

"The first one to cave, loses. The winner chooses the steaks."

"Perfect. Do we have a bet?"

She stood up with a grin like a Cheshire cat, "One month."

"Deal." He got down to her level. "I will give you a week before you come crawling."

"We'll see who does the crawling."

Joel grinned finally leaving.

Day nine: Joel was miserable and moody. Miserable, moody, and horny. He had satisfied himself during his morning shower but it still hadn't taken the edge off.

"What the hell crawled up your ass?"

He gave an outward sigh, "Ellie, must you always cuss like a sailor?"

She simply shrugged.

"And to answer your question, nothing crawled up my ass, I just don't want you going out with friends every night. I get you're just trying to have fun but it's a school night."

The kitchen fell silent only the scraping of metal against ceramic filled the quiet.

"So what are you doing tonight?"

Joel sighed, "I'm on patrol."

Ellie let out a breath. The sound made Joel a little sad, he hadn't allowed her to go back on patrol since the night with Y/N. He wasn't planning to either.

He could've lost her that night. Hell, he knows there were plenty of nights where he could have lost her while they were out there alone. He wasn't going to bury another child. She would be the one to bury him.

It was nearly another two weeks.

Day 21: and Joel felt like he would actually be able to make it the full 30 days. That was until he saw her. Saw her in those tight blue jeans with the partially ripped back pocket, his favorite pair of hers. The way it fits against her, would've made Joel thank the heavens, if he was a religious man.

He was fine. He would've kept walking if he hadn't noticed her talking to another man inside the sheep's pin. Cody Arkile. Man did Joel hate Cody. He was tall, attractive, and nice. Like, genuinely a nice man. Which is nothing to get upset over except one thing. He was flirting with Y/N and she seemed to be enjoying it.

Y/N was behind the barn when she felt too strong hands grab her from behind and pull her into the sheep barn.

"You fucker! Let go of me!!" She screamed before being spun around meeting familiar coffee-colored orbs. "Miller!" Slapping his chest. "You scared the shit out of me." Leaning forward grasping her knees, attempting to slow her racing heart. Standing back up with her hands on her hips. "Why did you have to grab me like that?"

"I needed to talk to you."

"And walking up to me like a normal human being was what, out of the question? Dear Lord, you 'bout gave me a heart attack."

"I needed to talk to you alone."

"Then next time try, "hey can I talk to you privately?" Communication is an option y'know."

"Sorry I startled you. Are you okay?" Real concern flashed across his face.

"I'm fine. What did you need to talk about so urgently?"

"I need to know if your fucking someone else to get through our bet?"

A look of contempt spread across her face, "You have some fucking nerve. Let's get one thing straight, I am not yours to get all possessive over. Secondly, if I do decide to go and fuck anoth-"

Joel's hand grabbed her by the throat as he pushed her against a door. Sounds of goats bleating coming from the other side. His eyes almost looked black as they looked down at her.

"While you are fucking me, no other man while get to taste you, no man will get to feel your heat. Let's get that straight. You may not be mine but while I'm satisfying you fully, no one else can attempt too."

"But you're not satisfying me, are you?"

Joel dropped his hand, and Y/N somehow felt naked... Incomplete as if he was a part of her.

"Is that how you want it to be?"

"It seems like it would be less complicated. I mean, we dislike each other and yet you're getting jealous over what?" Then it hit her. Joel was jealous. Maybe Joel didn't dislike her. Could it have been a cover for how much he actually did like her? She refused to believe that. He hated her and that was that. That was simpler. "Is this about Cody?"

"I am not jealous."

Chuckling, "That would be a yes. Just so you're aware. Even though we aren't dating... We aren't anything. I don't go around sleeping with every man in town like some whore. I perfer to stick to one guy at a time."

He stepped forward, "What about Cody?"

She smiled, "Not sleeping with him." She paused. "...Currently."

Joel's eyes darkened as his brows arched.

"He wants too and since you stopped I don't see any reason not to. Do you?"

She was testing him and he knew it. She knew he knew.

"Can't hold out that long? Just got to have someone play with that tight pussy of yours don't you?"

"Mmm." Toying with her bottom lip between her teeth, "Why do I need to have a man for that?"

Joel watched intently as Y/N slid her hand into her jeans, her expression contorting into one of pleasure as she made short pumps into her folds. He became hard at the sight. His vision goes from her face to the sight of her pleasure herself, her hand pushing against the inside of denim and back again.

Keeping eye contact he pulled her hand up and sucking her two wet fingers into his mouth. Licking her sweet juices from her digits. Y/N slowly rubbed her thighs together at the sight. His mouth found the back of her ear as he moved in close, still holding her hand by the wrist. "8 days Y/N. The moment you cave I'm giving you the fuck of a lifetime."

"Dream on Joel, as good of a fuck you are. I'm not caving."

Joel smirked as he dropped her hand. "I'll see you before the eight days are up Y/N."

Six days had passed and Joel saw Y/N walking home in a white summer dress with purple little flowers covering it.

She walked inside and moments later there was an urgent knock on her door. She kicked off her slides and opened it.

"I told you purple was my favorite color."

"What?" Looking down not even realizing. He stepped in picking her up, kicking the door shut behind him. "The wager is fucking over."

"You still got two days big boy." Smiling wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I'd rather hear you screaming my name over and over for the next two days."

"Say it."

Joel made a thundering possessive sound from his chest. "You win, I cave. Now I'm going to bend you over the arm of your couch while you tell the gods whose cock makes you cream better than anyone else's."

She let out a giggle as her mouth found his. She missed his mouth, missed the feel... The taste, and it tasted even sweeter with his forfeit on them.

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strawbxrryanime · 2 years ago

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bubblegum boy and his possessiveness - nahoya kawata (smiley) x male!reader

The bubblegum-haired man giggles. He giggles silently due to the fact that you were talking with all the other boys outside on the tree that only you and he used to hang out in. Nahoya's cute expression and silent laughs only hide something sinister inside him, something that tells him that he needs to keep you all to himself. Nahoya begins to clench his fist as his laughs only get more aggressive, raggedy, and rough as his breath trembled.

As you were walking back home, you saw Nahoya sitting down on his bed, you noticed that he'd been peering out the window as you walked back. You wondered what had happened to him and why is he laughing like this? Nahoya holds a smirk plastered on his face as he looks up at you, he grins. "I think I saw you outside..." Nahoya giggled and chuckled, your confused face says everything. Did you even know what those men were going to do to you? What makes you run your mouth around other boys instead of him?!

"Oh yeah," You said to Nahoya as he smiles even more, this time it was an obsessive smile, a sense of possession. "Well, some guys approached me asking where to find directions to a nearby bakery." Nahoya chuckled one more time, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "You know way better than to talk to other guys like that..." Nahoya said, the sinister smile still plastered on his face. Just what was he planning. "You're my boy Y/N, you only belong to me.."

You suddenly shiver at the sight of him standing up, as he slowly comes by to approach you. "Nahoya, I'm trying to tell you I-" Your voice was interrupted by Nahoya wrapping his hands around your mouth. "You're my boy, who the fuck thinks that they can just take you away from me?!" Nahoya chuckles, as he begins to kiss you deeply, wrapping his tongue around you. "I miss this.." Nahoya muffled out as he drowns in the kiss, making you fall on your knees as he holds you up, kissing you deeply.

Nahoya giggles as he breaks off the kiss. "One kiss, and you're already mine.." Nahoya leans closer to your ear, as he whispers out. "You're mine Y/N... forever...~" Imagine thinking that just by one kiss, you're already won over by this cute, handsome man. That's how Nahoya had you, that's how he had always had you from the start. Sharp teeth emerge from his smiles, as he begins to kiss you again.

"Nobody will take you away from me.." Nahoya muttered out, as he throws you onto his bed, you whimper as he kisses you more. "How many times do I have to put it into you that you are mine, my property," Nahoya said aggressively. "You'll always be mine!" Nahoya begins to take off his T-shirt, as he's in desperate need to claim you once again. Nahoya's muscular figure surrounds you as he kisses you and smothers his lips around you. "You're mine Y/N~ Don't fight it~ Shhhh...~" Nahoya said, as he slowly goes down your neck and kisses it, practically almost devouring your neck as a savory dessert.

It was only until then that Nahoya pressed you against the window, wanting for everyone to see who's really the owner of you. Nahoya then drags you back onto the bed to attack you with more growls and kisses. "You'll know who you belong to~" Nahoya laughs out maniacally. "You belong to me~" Nahoya then rips out all your clothes, as he smirks seeing you bare. You whimper as you say no word at all, trying your best to keep your composure but you can't stop staring at his muscular figure.

"You're mine~" Nahoya whispered over and over. Nahoya is now unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants and underwear. Nahoya reveals his large erect dick staring straight at you, you whimper at the sight of it. "I'm going to ram your ass so hard~" Nahoya chuckles as he smiles sinisterly. "You'll be unable to walk for a whole year~" Nahoya then smirks at you, as he slaps your ass, making you whimper yet again. Nahoya then grabs you by the neck and makes you face him.

"I bet I can make you choke so damn hard~" Nahoya said, tightening his grip around your neck. "You're my boy~ Nobody can talk to you, nobody even dare to touch you~" Nahoya growls out, as he rams his cock inside of your ass, as you scream out and your insides twitch. Nahoya growls, feeling the tightness of your ass as he giggles. "That's so fuckin' cute~ Your ass is clenching under me~ Nngh~" Nahoya moaned out, as he started to ram more, thrusts becoming faster and faster.

Nahoya's powerful thrusts made the entirety of your body bounce back most times, as you moan out and wince in pain, such pain was pleasurable and it felt so good, his cock is abusing your walls, muttering words of affirmation telling you that you're his. As Nahoya kept thrusting hard, each pound made a thud on the bed, rocking the bed to its core as your ass gets pounded and pierced like a bullet. All you can do is look down as Nahoya grabs onto your neck as his cock thrusts into your ass harder and harder.

Each time Nahoya were to thrust, he would pound so hard against you. Tears start forming in your eyes as you whimper to him. Your mind was already breaking through his hard and powerful thrusts. "You're mine!~" Nahoya moaned out as his growls get more and more louder within each thrust, he started to go a little bit faster now picking up his pace. Nahoya's ballsack slams hard down into you, his shaft and tip being squished by your ass. "Fuck!~" Nahoya moans out, looking up at the ceiling, and then down at you, his sinister smile still looking down at you as you whimper in pain. "You're mine, you're mine~ Don't you forget that~" Nahoya whispers as he kisses you deeply, growling as he pounds hard into you.

"You want this cum hm?~" Nahoya growls out as his thrusts go faster and faster deep inside your ass, his dick was exploring your insides as you moan out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Beg for it then hm?~ Beg me to cum~" Nahoya smirked. You yell out a mix of moans explaining to him about how you're his, but within each fast thrust you moan after every word, as you beg harder for him to cum. You clench your ass all the way up as he goes back from his cock, to ramming forth right at you faster and faster. Nahoya giggles and chuckles as he kisses you yet again. "Then take all this cum~ Take all of it~ You're mine forever~" Nahoya growled out, as he kept thrusting and thrusting, letting you know when he's about to cum. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your tongue sticks out, as Nahoya sees this, he begins to thrust faster and faster, turning him on. "Fuck!~" Nahoya yells out within each thrust. "GAHHH!~ FUCK!~" Nahoya kept thrusting faster, being turned on by your face as he grunts out loud. His cum was bound to build up. "FUCKKKKKK!~" Nahoya, with one last pound, fills you with his cum inside of your ass, as your cock starts cumming too from the indescribable pleasurable feeling.

Soon or later, the boys came to knock on the door of Y/N and Nahoya's home, there was an invitation for them to come inside and talk some "neighborly things" about each other. They were planning to have some fun with you, and not actually talk things through, but as they open the door, they found you, gagging on Nahoya's cock as Nahoya smirks.

Nahoya was sitting in a throne like chair, as you were to the left of him, on your knees all tied up and forced down his cock by Nahoya pulling your hair and pushing your head down his veiny cock. Nahoya's whole body was all sweaty from the previous fuck, as he smiles at the boys coming in at the door.

The boys were shocked to witness this happen right in front of their eyes, as they stared at Nahoya. "You will not be going anywhere~" Nahoya chuckles and groans a little from the sucking of his cock through your mouth. "I know where you guys live so there's no reason to escape~" You kept sucking out of worry, as the boys suddenly backed up from the door as it was closed.

"I'm going to show you who Y/N belongs to~" Nahoya said, as he giggles. "He belongs to me and me alone~ Touch him again and I will surely end you~" Nahoya smirks, now moaning as he's close to climaxing. "FUCK Y/N!~ LOVE HOW YOU'RE SUCKING MY COCK LIKE CRAZY!~" Nahoya moans out as he pushes your head down his cock, shoving all the way down his ballsack, the taste of bubblegum surrounds your mouth as you just kept gagging and sucking. "YOU GOING TO SWALLOW IT ALL HM?!~ SWALLOW IT LIKE THAT GOOD BOY YOU ARE!~ YOU BELONG TO ME!~" Nahoya yells out.

Nahoya's plastered smile as he groans and cums, filling up your throat with hot cum as hard as he can as you try your best to swallow it all, but your throat could only handle so much, and hot cum seeps and squirts out some of the sides off your mouth. The boys looked at you, as your eyes rolled back. "And now for the final trick~" Nahoya said in between panting breaths, "The rocking horse!~" Nahoya giggles. Nahoya laid down as you were now the rocking horse, you slowly screamed as your ass slowly sits on his cock, as Nahoya moaned feeling the warmth of your ass still filled to the brim with his cum.

You started to grind more and more, rubbing your ass against his pelvis making you moan out. The boys could only witness you as your eyes were rolled back, just rocking your ass onto Nahoya. Nahoya's shaft wrapped and enveloped in your tight walls as his tip was serenaded by your sweet juices. You begin to put up your ass revealing Nahoya's girth out to the boys to see, and sit back down hard. Nahoya groans out as his legs thump on the floor as soon as you bounce on his cock. You only began to drool and moan more, wincing in pain and pleasure as you can only keep bouncing as your ass gets impaled by him.

"WHO DO YOU BELONG TO HM?!~" Nahoya yelled out. "SAY IT PRETTY BOY!~" You yelled out his name out loud as the boys saw every last detail, swallowing their own saliva and staying quiet as they saw you literally get dominated against by them. You just kept on bouncing on Nahoya's cock, crushing his ballsack as you kept going faster, moans and screams echo from the room as you yell out his name more and more, your insides twitch each time his cock invades inside you as you just can't hold it any longer.

You kept bouncing harder and harder, thumping Nahoya up and down as the both of you moaned and groaned in pleasure. "FUCK Y/N!~ FUCKKKKKK!~ KEEP BOUNCING LIKE THAT!~" Nahoya screamed out as you kept going and going, rubbing his shaft onto your walls and tightening up. "BEG FOR MY CUM AGAIN!~" Nahoya yelled out as you begged. "NAHOYA!~ PLEASE!~ CUMMM INSIDE ME!~ I'M YOURS!~ I'M YOURS NAHOYA!~" You scream out and beg as Nahoya screams out in pleasure. "AHHHHH Y/N I'M GOING TO EXPLO-" Nahoya cums again, his ballsack pulsating against your ass as he pumps out more cum inside of you, the both of you moaning as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.

Nahoya then thrusts upwards towards your ass yet again, and you feeling overstimulated and stretched moan as loud as you can. "YOU LIKE IT LIKE THAT?!~ NNGH!~ YOU WANT IT LIKE THAT?!~ TAKE IT!~ TAKE IT MY PET!~" Nahoya growls out as he kept thrusting upwards inside you, making your legs unstable to be on top of him more as he just kept ramming into you. The thrusts pick up faster and faster, and cum strands start flying out of the room as Nahoya keeps thrusting inside your wet ass.

"FUCKKKKK!~ GAHHHH!~" Nahoya grabs you by the neck and kisses you as he bursts inside of your ass yet again, cumming more and more. In the end, both of you were panting as the boys only watched in horror. "You belong to me Y/N~ Not them~" Nahoya chuckles as he pants, seeing you on the ground like that after his hard amounts of thrusts. "You're my pretty boy~" Nahoya said as he kisses you on the forehead. Meanwhile Nahoya had something to do with the boys.

"Go on and tell everyone about me and Y/N~" Nahoya chuckles. "Nobody will ever take him from me and if they try to, they'll have to see my show next~" The bubblegum-haired boy smiles, as the boys run for their lives as Nahoya comes back to look at you, the both of you bare naked, cuddling in the moonlight. "You're mine~" Nahoya chuckles.

"You've always been mine~" Nahoya says as your vision slowly wavers, and you close your eyes.

"Goodnight my pretty boy~"

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whalleyrulz · 2 years ago

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halloween 2023

26) HOUSE/HAUSU

first up i am sorry i forgot to write this up yesterday! oh no! let's talk two movies again!

there's some of you who are looking at this saying "there's no way she just watched hausu for the first time on the 24th of october, 2023." and to them i say, i also, when watching the movie, was shocked that it was my first time, because it is exactly the type of movie you'd think, and i also thought, i'd have seen many times before

y'all

hausu's a 1977 japanese movie about a group of teenagers who go for summer vacation to a house in the boonies. then, what happens next is, the house eats them.

y'all

this movie is unbelievable. it swings for, and hits, every single note it aims for. it is a perfect example of what it means to Be On Your Bullshit. it is, without a doubt, one of the movies of all time

damn near every death has something so iconic in them that over the last 20 years since 1977, don't correct me it sickens me, cinema has yet to achieve what's done here. there's floating heads biting asses. there's dancing skeletons. there's a gorgeous cannibal witch who mugs at the camera. there's an assault of mattresses.

this is unlike every movie. you know the idea of outsider art? this feels like that. this feels like someone read a bunch of manga, then said "i bet if someone ever invented the way to put this in motion, it'd look like this. i shan't research to see if these motion pictures exist."

it's incredible!

27) HELLRAISER

i really want to say there's something wrong with modern cinema, in that everyone is beautiful, and nobody is horny, and this movie fights both trends and as a result is the best, but that's not quite it is it? because movies never did horny like hellraiser before. and never have since. the kind of horny this movie does warms my heart

and no, i'm not talking about the kink. the kink is obviously a big part of the movie, but that's not what i'm talking about

and i'm not talking about the queer subtext either, because being queer is not synonymous with being horny, and this subtext isn't what i'm talking about

i'm talking about the dinner party, where steve does a cool cigarette trick, and kirsty has the thirstiest response. i'm talking about her drunken stumble (some of the best drunk acting in all cinema) where you can see she eggs herself on. i'm talking how when kirsty and steve hook up, they don't even share a bed, but there's a level of intimacy that is so fucking wholesome and cute about him sleeping on the floor. wholesome horny

and i'm talking about julia's awkwardness with men, with all men. i'm talking about how she falls for frank, not because he's nice to her, or because he's interestingly mean, but because for once in her life, she's desired by someone. and when she starts bringing other men home, they don't have this burning need to have her, like frank, they're just there, and she's disappointed in them like she is larry; they aren't horny. they're just sad. and she knows horny. needy horny

and hell. i'm talking about the inexplicable bone dragon man eating fistfuls of crickets making direct eye contact with kirsty. he wants those crickets as bad as he wants to be seen as nasty. nasty horny

it's all desire. this movie fuckin' gets desire, y'all. like, it's not just about a horror. it's about desire. and when the horrible things happen, because of how laced with desire the movie is, and because of how phenomenal the effects are when frank is reborn, you too share a desire for the dark and perverse to happen, because at its heart, hellraiser wants you to want. deeply. truly.

it's my favorite movie, i swear. it has such sights to show you

#halloween #31 days of horror #horror movies #house #hausu #hellraiser

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