#waitt this is so hot

[glennquackmire]

I'm posting old art again because I've got paul and darry on the brain I'm afraid 😞

I tried to render it a little idk if u can tell anyway stream taking what's not yours tv girl

[jalluzas-ferney]

Ok bro ok please don’t hate me 😭

But I really don’t like Jay ☹️

Like - OK- in the earlier seasons, I liked him better, but then I just… I DONT KNOWW💀😭 i will like jay fanarts or edits and I’ll tolerate him here and there but I’m actually not really fond of him. And sure like, I do like him a little more now than before, in a way that he kinda grew on me JUST A LITTLE- I still can’t rlly stand him as much 💀, and I REALLY wish I could . Srs😭 but I just can’t bro I just can’tINDEIJE

and also, i HATEE darreth😭😭 and I’m pretty sure I have mutuals that love him so IM SORRY but I rlly can’t ☹️ and yes it’s all due to the way he acted in skybound. And it annoyed me sm when he was in hunted like BROO😭 how are you gonna make him so unlikable during skybound but then literally give him that much screentime during hunted💀

Confess to me your Ninjago Sins.

I know you have them.

I'll start. My biggest Ninjago Sin is that I genuinely don't like Morro.

[nysrage]

Ok hear me out plug!Connie realizing how fat his girls ass has got during backshots

I got you boo!

you and connie had been doing this for a good minute now, him taking you out after a long day of drops, spending the evening with y’all getting full and eating out wherever the two of you wanted. Trying out your favorite spots and new ones that had caught either of your eyes recently. Putting a lil bit of weight on the both of you, which connie loved. He’d barely been able to keep his off of you as he caressed you and your curves as the two of you waited in line for the food truck. Your warm soft body had connie barely noticing the cold, and that comforting vanilla perfume would have him taking a whiff of you every couple minutes. The two of you leaving your fav spot that never let either of you down just for connie to fill you up with something else that always left you so greedy for more.

The two of you barely made into the house without full blow make out, stumbling into your apartment and tugging at each other’s clothes. Those teasing touches and kisses had been getting to you all night, especially after not seeing connie all weekend because of his busy schedule. The life as a plug consuming his life sometimes when certain functions were going on in the city, but he’d always come back to you and your annual food dates. It wasn’t long before your clothes were scattered across the wooden floor, with his thick dick splitting you open on your couch. Clutching onto the cushion for dear life as connie gave you mind blowing backshots. Heavy ass rippling like waves as you bounced off his pelvis with ease, “f-fuck mamì, ass got so fat.” fucking him back with force.

Letting you throw that ass back on him, loud clapping echoing throughout the room as you moaned out to you man. “mmm, that fat ass dick” connie watched as you taking him for yourself, slapping down at those soft brown cheeeks. “good girl, keep throwing dat ass f’me..” and you did just that, positioning yourself just right to fuck yourself on his dick. meeting his golden eyes with your lustrous ones, his hard thrust meeting you halfway as he pounded you into the cushions. stirring those gummy walls of yours as your pussy squelching between you .“s-shitt, con waitt—” pushing back at his pelvis, which he quickly slapped that hand away. pinning it behind your back and moaning into your ear. “un uh take that shit, need this ass fatter f-fuck!” delivering you short deep strokes as he watched you fall apart beneath him, cupping your face and holding you there so you could watch him work. Body growing hot and tense as your walls begin to clamp and swell, eyes rolling back as your body shook. “c-cumminggg, m’cumming pa—” voice cracking as cream oozes out of you and drips down onto the furniture. Connie stroking you through it as chased his own, spreading those cheeks to see the messy situation between them and shooting thick cum deep inside you and leaving you at your fullest.

pulling out and placing a soft kiss to your ass, “love this shit mamì..”

[nanaslutt]

I wanna suck gojo off while he is tied up and blindfolded

contains: fem reader, non sorcerer au, established relationship, blindfolds, restraints, so much teasing, dirty talk!!!, begging, edging, praise, body worship, switch!Satoru & reader, oral(m!r), throat fucking, soft at the end,

MDNI

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“This is so kinky baby~” Your boyfriend cooed, biting his lip as he let you manhandle his wrists together, straddling his lap as you tied his wrists to the bed with a silk cloth. You rolled your eyes at his words before you sat down on his lap, right against his hard boner that poked your ass needily, as you reached over for the blindfold.

“Oh shit, a blindfold too? What are you gonna do to me~” The white-haired man giggled, wiggling his eyebrows at you in exaggeration while you straightened out the blindfold in front of you. “You mess around too much Satoru.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth before you instructed him to tip his head forward so you could tie the blindfold around his head.

"Does everything feel okay?" You asked, watching as he yanked on the wrist binds and shook his head around to make sure it all felt secure. "I fell as snug as a bug in a rug." He beamed, gracing you with his cheesy smile and giggling when you sighed. He wouldn't be laughing for long. "Baby.. this is turning me on." Gojo thrust his hips up into your ass from where you still sat against his crotch; emphasizing his hard-on.

"Good." You replied, letting him hump his hips up against your ass a couple times before you relieved him of the delicious pressure and raised your hips off of his lap, opting to sit on the outside of his thigh on the bed. "Ah fuck waitt~ come back that felt good." Gojo pouted, still thrusting his hips into the air while his hard cock twitched beneath his pants.

He called out for you when you didn't answer, you just watched him squirm in silence until his hips calmed down. "Shit, I think I like this," Satoru said when you once again didn't reply. His body was feeling hot; his senses heightened and on edge as he waited for you to speak, touch him, do something.

You finally spread his legs, making room for yourself as you sat between his thighs and caressed them with your hands, making his body jolt at the unexpected attention. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you rubbed higher and higher up his thighs, each time getting closer to his throbbing cock. Each time he humped his hips into the air, you would retract your touch altogether, waiting for him to catch on.

"Fuck, baby stop taking your hands away." He whined, his wrists pulling at their confines slightly as he grew more and more impatient. "Stop being an impatient slut and I might." You replied, dropping your hands on his hips as you massages just inches away from his cock. The tent in his sweats was twitching every so often, making your mouth salivate. Satoru's face grew hot at the name, he was not entirely the dominant one in the relationship, but the times when you took over and had free control like this were rare, so he cherished the unusual dynamic that had taken place.

"Fuck yes ma'am~" He cooed, smiling at you from his comfortable place on the pillows, loving the way this was going. You slid your hand back down his thighs, before briefly tracing your hands over his bulge; but passing it as you rubbed your hands underneath his shirt and pushed the cloth up to his pecs while you felt up his toned stomach. "You like touchin' me?" Gojo asked, making a heat blossom in your stomach at his words.

"I love touching you Satoru." You replied, "Your body is so hot." Your compliment made his face heat up, a bigger, more aroused smile took place on his face as a crimson blush covered his cheeks. "Ngh-" The man underneath you moaned, his body jerked forward and his abs clenched when he felt you press a kiss right underneath his pecs on his bare skin. "F-fuck." He laughed, tipping his chin down at you and wishing he could see what was going on.

You continued pressing kisses and licks all over the expanse of his abs. You kissed the entire expanse of his body, kissing the sides of his slutty wasit, his clothed pecs, his abs. You made the trail of your kissed more coherent as you brought your mouth to the middle of his sternum and started kissing down his torso in a straight line, aiming straight for his cock.

"Your lips- fuck- they're so soft-" Gojo praised, pulling his lip between his teeth as he felt you go lower and lower down his torso, kissing over the sensitive skin of his abs and leaving his body buzzing in your wake. "Yeah? Feel good?" You asked, your hot breath tickling his skin and making goosebumps rise on his arms as you spoke. His mouth was opened in a small o as he nodded down at you.

Gojo's breath had picked up significantly once you got right underneath his belly button, he was fighting the urge to hump his hips forward, but he bet if he did he would rub his bulge against your face; albeit you would probably pull away for longer as a punishment and he definitely didn't want that. "Sweetie~" He cooed, his wrists and hands fidgeting in their bounds as he indirectly asked you to touch his cock.

"What is it Satoru?" You questioned, pulling his sweats a couple inches down his thighs as you spoke. "It hurts~" He wined, wiggling his thighs together while being careful to keep his ass on the bed. "What hurts?" You clarified, staring at his bulge only obstructed by his boxers now, twitching under your eyes. "My cock, 'm so fucking hard." He said like you weren't aware. "Yeah? You're hard?" You responded, teasing your fingers under his boxers before slowly sliding them down, exposing his trimmed white hair that rested above his cock, "I had no~ idea." You teased.

A gasp left Satoru's mouth when his cock sprung free of his boxers and slapped heavily against his pelvis. There was a wet spot that had soaked through his boxers from all the pre cum he was leaking. The tip of his dick was flushed and angry red, shining under the light as it was coated in his seed. Satoru's breath picked up, his cock twitching needily against his stomach while you sat on his thighs, rubbing your hands up and down them at you watched it.

This was torture for the man. He would almost rather have his pants still on, trapping his cock in the confines of his too-tight boxers because at least then there would be some pressure against his cock. Letting it hang free in the open air without you touching it was driving him mad. You noticed how much he was squirming now, his face twisting in displeasure, his wrists pulling against the bind-- he looked so needy like this.

"What do you want Satoru?" You said, making yourself comfortable on your stomach between his thighs as you waited for him to speak. He felt the bed dip, and your voice go lower in the room as you did so, he wanted to know so desperately what was happening. "Need you to touch my cock baby." He said, his previously snarky smile wiped off of his face completely, a more serious and needy look adorning his features now.

"Yeah? This thing?" You teased, taking your pointer finger and running it from the tip of his dick down to the base, smiling when his body jerked and his cock twitched at your ministrations. "Fuck yeah~" The white-haired man groaned, tipping his head back against the sheets, "Right there."

You pulled your finger back from his cock, he was about to protest from the lack of contact again before he felt something warm and wet make contact with his cock, and slowly drip down it. It didn't take very long for him to figure out that you had just spit on his cock. His mind was reeling, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson as more pre started leaking from his cock. Your boyfriend moaned out your name, making your clench your thighs together at the desperate tone that laced his voice.

"Please do something, baby, please." He begged. It was rare that you got to see your teasing boyfriend so pliant for you, it was turning you on to no end. You decided he had been tortured enough, as you leaned forward to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, making him sigh in approval at the contact. "Yessss." He groaned, clenching his fists in their binds when he felt you take his cock in your warm hand and give him a couple slow strokes, spreading the wetness along the length of his cock.

"Does it feel good when I jerk you off Satoru?" You asked, knowing the answer already but needing to hear it from his lips. "Feels 's good baby, feel like I'm gonna cum already." He smiled drunkenly down at you, feeling dazed at the stimulation from being teased for so long. "You'll cum when I say you can." You instructed, to which he nodded obediently. "Whatever you say, mama." His voice ended with a whine when he felt your hot tongue come into contact with his leaky tip.

His cum was slightly Salty, but the taste was so familiar you didn't mind it. You loved going down on Satoru, his cock was so sensitive so anytime you showed it extra attention he would lose his mind. "Oh fuck yeah.." He groaned, clenching and unclenching his hands tied above his head as you wrapped your lips around his head and suckled the sensitive tip of his cock.

His abs clenched and his body jerked forward when you wrapped your tongue around his head, rotating and sucking on it like a lollipop, while you jerked off the rest of his cock with your warm hand. "Yess, suck my fucking cock baby, suck that shit~" He slurred, his body twitching and wriggling against the bed as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, placing your hand that was previously jerking him off on his thigh instead.

"S-hiiiiit-" Gojo was thrashing his head back side to side on the pillows when you bottomed out on his cock, his fat tip hitting the back of your mouth making your throat constrict around him. This felt way more intense than when you usually sucked him off; his vision being obstructed was making every other sense in his body be heightened, making every touch on his body feel like lava.

"Baby, baby, can I fuck your throat, please I- I want to move please." He wined, dropping his chin down so you could get a good view of his face twisted in restraint through the blindfold, his jaw clenching every so often with the need to move his hips. You popped off of his dick, letting it twitch and bob in the air as you spoke, "Should I let you?" You asked him, running your hand up his abs and making his body jerk forward at the unexpected touch.

"P-please baby, won't go too hard I promise." He begged, shaking his head back and forth. You looked back down to his throbbing and flushed cock-- it was twitching and dripping pre so much more frequently now, you could tell he was close; it wouldn't hurt to let him fuck your throat for a short while. You hummed into the air, pretending to think while you kept running your hands over the sensitive skin of his abs.

Without saying a word you dropped your head back down to his cock and took him into your mouth once more, getting about halfway down his girth before you stilled your movements on his cock and hummed out an "mhm" around him, signaling for him that it was okay to fuck your throat. "You spoil me, thank you, baby, thank you." A dopey grin plastered itself on his face before he started to hump his hips into your warm mouth.

Your gags and sputtering around his cock could be heard around the room as you met his thrusts by bobbing your head down on him. His cock repeatedly abused the back of your throat with his sloppy humping; his frequent moans and whines of 'thank you''s filled the room, his soft white hair splaying out on the pillows once more when he laid his head back against the pillows and as you pleasured him with your mouth.

He was leaking so much into your mouth that it felt like he had come already. One thing about Satoru is he dripped pre-cum like a faucet, especially the closer and closer he got to his orgasm. "Baby- fuck- can I cum?" He asked, his already sloppy thrusts losing their rhythm against your battered throat as his high crept up on him. You popped your mouth off of him, you used your hand to jerk him off quickly while you spoke, "Not yet Satoru, I'm having fun."

You dropped your head back onto his dick, rotating your wrist to stroke his cock messily while your mouth met your hand in the middle while you sucked him off. The squelching and slurping sounds in his ears combined with your expert technique was too much for him, he needed to get your approval to cum, and quick, or he was going to do it anyways and get in a lot of trouble for it and maybe even a ruined orgasm.

"Go easy- easy baby please-" He begged, thrashing his head frantically against the pillow as he tried to escape from the stimulation. "If I can't cum p-please slow down-" Satoru cried, feeling his balls tighten and his stomach tie in knots tighter as you worked him up at an alarming pace. You decided to listen to him for once, popping your mouth off of him and your hand alike, you let his cock drenched in your saliva and his own precut throb in the air between you.

"T-thank you, thank you." He breathed, catching his breath for a couple seconds as he felt his orgasm fade from his reach, easing his nerves as the thought of his orgasm being ruined slipped from his head. You stayed silent, watching his angry cock throb while he heaved air into his lungs. You rubbed your hand over his thighs and abs in the meantime, dragging them along his waist, his pecs, all while you rested your heavy head on the side of his thigh.

"Baby, you can start again." He said, not realizing that you were purposely prolonging his orgasm like this. You hummed into the air, the vibrations tickling his legs as you continued to tease your nails over his pale skin. "Thought you wanted me to ease up." You said, gently scratching the skin along his thighs, right next to his dick while you spoke.

"I didn't want to cum without your permission." He sighed, growing impatient the longer you teased him. "Well, that's good.." You acknowledged, drawing circles and other shapes into his thigh while you watched his girth twitch in front of you. "But you ruined my fun." You said, pouting out your bottom lip for dramatics even though he couldn't see you. "Cmon, don't do this." He said, tilting his head at you.

"It's not my fault you can't stop yourself from cumming while I suck you off.." You said, tapping your pointer finger on the tip of his dick and watching it bounce. "You haven't felt your tight fucking throat suck the life out of your dick before.." He retorted, making you laugh. "Maybe you're just too sensitive." You cooed, rubbing quick circles against the slit of his dick, and watching his abs clench in response. "I need to teach you some restraint.." You mumbled, smiling to yourself when his breath started to pick up again from just your minuscule touch.

"Later, teach me restraint later." He begged, pulling his lip between his teeth when you flattened your palm against his tip and started rotating your wrist in circles. "Yeah? You wanna cum that bad?" You teased. Gojo knew that the second he felt your lips around him again he was going to cum, with or without your permission, there was no stopping it. The only thing he could do for himself now was to go along with your teasing and give you the satisfaction you wanted. He was hoping he could last long enough to get through the banter, as every word that left your mouth made his balls tighten with the need to release his cum.

"Wanna cum so bad mama wanna feel your throat squeeze around my cock while you suck me dry-" He cut himself off with a choked moan when you wrapped your hand around his cock and started stroking slowly, "And you want it to right? Wanna take my load into your warm fucking mouth." He said, practically reading your mind. You rubbed your thighs together at his dirty words, he was winning, and you knew that, but it felt too good to care. "You have such a filthy fucking mouth, Satoru." You chastized.

"You love it." He smiled; you rolled your eyes at his cocky, all-knowing words before you wrapped your lips around his cock for the final time and quickly fell into a fast pace on his dick, making his body curl in on itself at the intense, rapid stimulation. "Yess- h-hahh~ Fuckkk." Gojo moaned, his back arching as you quickly brought him back to the precipice of his orgasm in seconds.

"Baby I can cum, right? I- I can cum in your mouth?" He wined, his voice losing that domineering tone it held just moments prior. You nodded around his cock, humming out your approval around him when you remembered he couldn't see you. "Thank you mama- fuck- thank you-" He groaned, letting his body relax as the first wave of his orgasm crashed over him the second he had your aproval.

"Ohmygod- Take it- Yes baby, fuck!" Gojo groaned, his back arching and abs clenching under the intensity of his high as warm ropes of his seed spilled into your mouth. You tried to keep up with him, swallowing everything he gave you as you moaned around his cock, sending delicious vibrations down his body as he came hard. You continued to suck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, only pulling away when you felt his cock start to soften in your mouth, accompanied by his groans of protest from his overstimulation. "Good boy Satoru." You praised when your lips detached with a pop, making a boyish grin appear on his face.

Gojo relaxed against the bed, his hands hanging freely in the restraints as he greedily swallowed air into his lungs. You sat up, using your thumb to collect any cum that spilled out around your lips as you popped your finger into your mouth to suck the remains off. You crawled up his body, sitting on his lower abs as you untied the blindfold, revealing Gojo's lidded eyes, flushed face, and fucked out smile to you. You leaned in, cupping his face in your hands as you kissed him passionately, slotting your tongue into his mouth as his met yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

"I should really start eating some more fruit." He cringed at his taste when you pulled away, making you giggle in response as you rolled your eyes at him. "You could eat me instead." You retorted, caressing his cheeks in your hands as you smiled lovingly at him. He bit his lip and smiled at the thought of doing to you what you just did to him. "Fuck you're always so full of good ideas." He sighed, leaning his head against your hand before you pulled away and started working on untying the binds on his wrists. "Get ready for a taste of your own medicine." He smiled mischievously, using his hands to grip the sides of your waist and flipping you around so your back was against the sheets as he attacked your neck in kisses, making you erupt in a fit of giggles.

[nor-4]

Formula 1 Incorrect Quotes with reader

F1IQ - Part Two

Y/n: You have issues Charles: Omg you noticed🥹❤️

Max: How tall are you? Yuki: Extremely. Thank you for asking

Lando, apologizing: . . .—-. - / … —.-. .-. -.- Y/n: What’s that? Lando: remorse code Y/n: I’m even angrier now

Lance: So girl what that mouth do Y/n: complain

Christian: Nice ass, sorry about the mental illness Toto: Thank you king

Y/n in drive to survive: If you’re ever losing an argument hit them with the “you just want me.” Max: I’m just saying you are in the wrong and you are yet still stubborn Y/n: you just want me Max: I do and now i need you to listen to me

Carlos: *wearing a turtle neck* Y/n: I heard in the internet that men who wear turtle neck are most likely to be a whore.

Y/n: Wtf people actually tell their crushes they like them???? Fernando: What the hell do you do? Y/n: i die? Lmao what kinda question…

Lewis: Bro. I am on my way

Lewis: Sorry for calling you bro you are my girlfriend and i love you

Y/n: I love you too brah

Daniel comforting max: Always here for you bro 🌹🌹🌹

Daniel: Those were flowers btw

Daniel: For our bromance

Y/n: Anyways see you in court

Lance: I get to see youu😍

Oscar: You're a reoccurring guest in my sleep

Y/n: are you in love with me

Oscar: i just see you when i sleep often

Y/n: because you are in love with me

Y/n: i am not normal about this man

Sebastian: You are not normal in general

Y/n: I need a relationship advice

Kimi: break up

Y/n: listen to me first

Y/n: You know you can open up to me anytime

Charles: Okay fine

Charles: Idrk how to explain it it's just i wish i was dead *Y/n liked this message*

Charles: Why the fuck did you like the message

Sebastian: Dinner is ready. Come down and eat.

Sebastian: bring down your lady friend

Y/n: ?? It's my friend charles. He's a boy

Sebastian: Gay. Christian thought it was a chick.

Y/n: well he has pretty face

Sebastian: Gay

Sebastian: Both of you come eat.

Lando: You heard a joke about gas lighter?

Carlos: no

Landos: yes you have

Carlos: No i haven't

Lando: You've literally heard it already

Carlos: I DONT KNOW

Lando: You're crazy

Y/n in drive to survive: Playing among us with a gay is really hard

Charles: Give me the code bitch

Y/n: Waitt

Y/n: SKSJHK

George: Omg what happened

Y/n: BITCH THAT'S THE CODE

Logan: You are really cute

Y/n: Thank youu, you too

Logan: So what do you like?

Y/n: murder

Y/n: Wait you like me??

Y/n: for my personality??

Yuki: i know I'm surprised too

Oscar: You are so annoying

Y/n: But you like me

Oscar: Doesn't make you less annoying

Y/n: So can we talk?

Lando: talk about what?

Y/n: about us

Lando: Why would you want to talk about United State

Lewis: that's it?

Lewis: You done bitching?

Y/n: That was just a warm up

George: THERE IS SO MANY SNACKS IN HERE

Y/n: WHAT SNACK

George: Like hot guys

George: NOT FOOD YOU FAT FUCK

Lance: How come you are abnormally nice to me lately

Y/n: what do you mean

Lance: You seem nicer than usual

Y/n: I'll punch you in the face if you want

Logan: What's up?

Y/n: about to have mental breakdown hbu?

Logan: in the middle of mental break down

Y/n: Why do we fight over stupid shit

Max: cause you say stupid shit

Y/n: baby are you flirting with me?

Logan: yes I'm trying

Logan: i dont even have an idea on what am i doing

[katcoquette]

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my request is jj with rockstar girlfriend. before they got together he just couldn't stay away from her. she is overly confident, always wearing mini skirts or short shorts, tights. she's not afraid to speak up, standing up to Rafe, rejecting him. I just think JJ couldn't stay away from her, he is crazy about her.

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the red j.m. | chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR: NO GOOD

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pairings: older!joel miller x plus sized!younger!reader

chapter summary: you've been in jackson for a month now and things are still a little rough. you haven't found the right crowd to fit into yet, and thought maybe you might have to settle for the family of four you already know, until you meet your patrol partner, tyler. unfortunately, joel doesn't seem to like the idea of you with any other man but him.

warnings: 18+ age gap (joel is 57, reader is turning 26), inappropriate thoughts, sexual language, teasing, touching, slight jealous!joel, x-rated descriptions, crude language, perv!joel, creepy!joel, mean joel not too mean tho, MDNI!!!

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DECEMBER 21ST, 2024

YOU

you’ve been in jackson for a month now. you couldn’t believe it, you truly had every doubt about staying even a week. but, it’s probably the calmest life you’ve lived in a very long time. you enjoyed it and you truly felt you’d made the right decision, it didn’t take much convincing either. but, you still haven’t unpacked the items maria gave you and continues to give you. just in case. 

the neighbors are learning your name, as you are with them, and they actually care. as much as you let them. you felt quite bad because you found yourself still not clicking with anyone around you. and you’ve tried. the people your age find you boring, almost a dark cloud over them, bursting their bubbles. younger kids only approach you because of ellie, asking for advice on stance and grip. the older group, around tommy and joel’s age, finds you a bit much. 

your language, your lack of social awareness–sometimes it gets embarrassing. saying something old heads wouldn’t necessarily like, being too blunt and a little explicit. joel figured you should hang around your age group, yet you didn’t really click in with the rest. he was far from embarrassed being around you, you just said the things he was thinking out loud.

you only found yourself clicking with joel. in many ways, as much as he let you. he was standoffish most of the time, barely cracking a smile at your weird habits and the noises you make when you’re passed out on the couch. he refused to let you break him, this wall that he had up to survive. do not get attached. he thought, maybe the less he knew you the less it’d hurt to have anything happen to you. but it seems even as little as he does know you, he’s still feeling that tug at his heart laying his eyes on you. 

it was too late. whoops.

joel doesn’t want to address that feeling, and he doesn’t want to call it as it is. he actually cares about you. he had no choice but to call it that, because why else would he lie to you about finding cassettes in the house?— so that you didn’t know what he really did to get you whatever he could get his hands on. 

he didn’t want you to know that he actually smuggled in goods that he and his family needed, and while bribing, stealing, trading and selling for necessities, he made it a mission to find at least one cassette tape for you. he didn’t know you actually saw him red handed, and you still didn’t know where those boxes were coming from. he figured if you knew, you’d bring it up. 

he made it his mission for two whole weeks, after your first week of staying with him, and finally got his hands on some actual music for you. joel hadn’t made efforts like this in a long time, and he knew that denying the fact that he at least cared for you would mean he was being delusional. 

but he was always worried about you. you were his object of affection and he craved to find a way to get you out of his mind. he actually felt guilty for thinking about you in ways you’ve probably never been before, he felt guilty for wanting nothing but to make you feel good—however that was. 

you doubted it strongly of course, shaking the feeling off as your own delusion and insanity, but you always hoped. hoped that maybe his generosity and southern hospitality was actually him caring about you in a different way, but he was a grown man. you tried to off yourself in front of him–you were insane to think he’d even look at you as anything but a liability, he hardly looked your way as it was. 

at least you thought so.

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joel paid attention to every single thing he sees and hears. he doesn’t show it, he doesn’t acknowledge it—all he does is observe. some more than others. 

you didn’t talk to him unless he talked to you, you kept your distance like he wanted, but somehow he knew everything that was going on. he didn’t have to talk to you to know you, and that’s what he was ashamed of. he watched you. 

he was a creep, he felt like someone who was abnormal and making things weirder than they had to be. he was studying you and you didn’t even know. he picked up on what made you smile, which cassettes you listened to the most, which just so happened to be the ones he was ‘holding on to.’ and in the midst of observing you, he checked you out any time he got. 

when you weren’t looking mostly, but even sometimes when you were talking to him about something not so important. he realized that if you did see that his eyes wandered over you, you were probably gaslighting yourself into thinking he wasn’t doing exactly what you thought he was doing. he loved your body. and he loved the way you dressed your body, the way the shirts you wore always clung to your heavy breasts, how even when you dressed in baggy clothes he still wanted to ruin you like that. 

sick. you’re a sick old pervert, ya kno’ that? he knew. what joel didn’t know is why you made him feel this way, why you drove him to do the things that he does for you. why he acted feral every time you bent over, why he would storm out of the room when you got on your hands and knees to pick something you dropped up off the floor. 

but he also studied you because he wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling how you felt the night you woke up in jackson, to make sure you weren’t feeling depressed or like you didn’t want to be here anymore. just talk to her fucker. he couldn’t. he would never admit it, but he’s eavesdropped near ellie’s garage to hear conversations between the two girls. 

“ellie, i mean it, you cannot tell joel.” you hushed as you glanced towards the door, back to ellie. 

she scoffed. “like i’d tell him, lay it on me.” you noticed the irritation in her eyes when you brought up joel, asking yourself if maybe there was something that wasn’t being said. you just put a pin in it. 

“okay. one, i’m finally allowed a gun and i got my patrol route.” you cheered in a hush and joel almost pressed his ear into the door. 

ellie rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper. “no fucking fair. good looks, telling me bad news first. what’s two?” she joked. 

“i met my patrol partner. his name’s uh, tyler? i think. yeah,” you looked down and nodded, assuring yourself. joel made it a note to tell ellie how thin her walls were, not right now though. 

“tyler… tyler m?” joel thought of every man in this town named tyler with the letter M as his last name. instantly made a mental list of five tylers. 

“i don’t know. but he asked me for a drink. tonight, he was gonna meet me here but i told him i’d meet him there. lesson number 5, always have a way to leave anywhere you are if you need to.” you said. you figured it’d be best to teach her as much as you could, telling her things she needed to hear to survive. 

that’s how joel knew immediately what was happening when he heard your soft singing from your cracked door. you were getting ready for him. he actually hated it. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that heat in his chest, biting the tongue—it wasn’t until his face turned down into the old familiar feeling, what he recognized as jealousy. 

who was he to be jealous? for what? it was a saturday night, most people were off of work, and everyone was settling in the town’s circle to drink and watch movies. everyone but joel. he was now classified as a bitter old man, with a dark whiskey in his glass. maybe now a bitter, creepy old man as he knocks slightly on the cracked door and you invite him in. 

you were fixing the laces on your shoes, simple black converse, and his eyes made his way up from there to your face. a deep v neck shirt that looked like a second skin from how tight it was, and faded black jeans with tiny holes from being lived in that hugged the fat of your thighs. he never noticed the gold dainty necklace that sat in the middle of your chest, but it sits right between the curves of your breasts. were they always that big? he felt like a kid, ogling and asking stupid questions.  

“hellooo? joel?” you called to him as you rested your palms on the width of your thighs. he saw your lips, coated in a sheen and your hair split down the middle instead of being in a pony tail or bun. creepy old man. you’re being creepy joel!!! he shook his head. 

“headin’ to the circle?” he asked. if he were close enough you could smell the whiskey on his breath. 

“yeah i-,” you thought for a minute. joel didn’t trust the next person as much as you did. you saw his protectiveness through ellie, you felt maybe he’d feel the same for you. even if you were a bit delusional. 

“-was gonna catch a movie with ellie, most likely be back around 12.” you said as you glanced at the clock, 9:32. 

“‘s that right?” he said suggestively, like he knew something you didn’t. he did. 

“yeah. that’s right,” you stood firm, even shot him a dirty look. “why don’t you enjoy the night, joel. you got the house to yourself, ain’t that what you’ve been mopin’ around for?” you stood up and grabbed your gun to put in your waistband behind your shirt, sticking a knife in your high top converse and one in your jean pocket. 

maybe you got too defensive, but you were right in a way. he looked miserable around the house, storming in just to grab a beer and lock himself in the library or room. 

“that’s right,” he was just smug. so smug you couldn’t stand it, you wanted to slap him. 

“whatever joel,” you wanted to be right so bad. you wanted to prove to even yourself that you were right. but neither of you were buying into this act you played, and you knew it. he was making you nervous with his stare, the hard shell you had was practically ripped off of you when he grabbed your wrist before you left the room. he held you, shoulder to shoulder and looked at your face, down your neck and to your chest. 

“if you need anythin’, you let me know darlin’.” darlin’? it was so foreign to you, so alien that you didn’t even have time to process it before your mouth moved to say a small alright and taking your arm from his grip. when you did, it was cold and you could feel the print of his hand around your wrist down the stairs. 

it was so different, something that leaked off of his words when he spoke to you. and you wanted to hear more of it, explore that with him. 

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before you could psych yourself out of going through the bar’s doors, you heard someone call for your name and turned your head to the left to see tyler, walking towards you with a big grin on his face. tyler was just two years older than you, someone you met while you were in combat and patrol classes, and didn’t acknowledge until he approached you, re-introducing himself as your partner for the first two weeks. you couldn’t be cold and shoo him away, you just smiled and introduced yourself, really looking at him. 

he was not joel miller. tyler’s skin wasn’t as tan as joel’s but he wasn’t pale, and he was actually a bit lanky even under the thick coats he layered. you noticed that his chest wasn’t as broad and strong as joel’s, hell his arms were smaller than yours. he was a skinny tall thing, while you were a bit short and thick everywhere. and when he embraced you lightly at the entrance of the bar, you just felt cold. no warmth, no comfort, you felt like you’d break him. 

“hey, i was hoping you’d actually come.” he breathed in as he pulled away, still, it wasn’t feeling right. 

“why wouldn’t i?” 

“cause you’re out of my league,” he said with a seductive smile and you wanted to believe him. wanted to enjoy the night as it comes and maybe have a few drinks, talk. but your mind was on a bitter man who sat in a house all by his lonesome. 

the thing about ‘dates’ now is that small talk doesn’t happen anymore. what’s your mom like? she’s dead actually. really? mine too! it was pointless. if you ended up here, you knew that you were alone. 

it wasn’t long before you and tyler were sitting on two stools, side by side. your knees were in between his as the two of you talked, flirted, gave simple touches. you were having fun. doing what would seem normal at a bar, just enjoying the company of someone who actually liked you. 

“how come you’ve never hung out with anyone else? i never see you with anyone.” he said, his fingers tapping on your knee. 

“mmm, i’m just not for everyone.” you flirted, covering his fingers with yours. you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, but you’d like to live in it just a little longer. the touch of a man, someone who desired you even if it wasn’t how you wanted. something you started to crave from joel. 

“maybe you’re just for me then?” he suggested, and you decided to just play into it. it was kind of hard not to when you were thinking of joel, you needed to act out on it. 

“i doubt that, honey,” you said, tugging at the collar of his shirt. he smelled like tequila and grass, something not that appealing but you ignore it. you wanted something out of him tonight, because for some reason the words joel spoke to you kept ringing in your ears. if you need anything, you let me know darlin’. the words rumbled through your body and straight to your core, because if there’s anything you need he could definitely be of help. 

you didn’t know how long you stayed at this bar, teasing and touching each other until you felt the ache in your core, aching for a touch that you’ve had once before. but you didn’t give a shit about purity or virginity, you wanted the ache gone and you knew tyler was the best bet. 

“tyler,” you whispered in his ear as the bar started to empty. 

“yes, beautiful?” he answered and slid his hand up your thigh. 

“show me how good you are with your fingers, yeah?” 

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he followed you back to joel’s, hand in hand as you turned the key to the house and softly opened the door to prevent the creaking. granted, you didn’t think this through, like everything else. maybe you should’ve gone to his. you cringed a bit, walking inside. 

it was dark inside, nothing but the sizzle of a freshly put out fire. you put your fingers to your lips to shush him, taking him slowly upstairs and to your room. you couldn’t help but find yourself glancing at joel’s door, which is cracked open. 

you finally made it to your room with the lanky man groping your body and trying to slither you out of your jeans, letting him. 

“only want your fingers, okay? if not you can leave.” you established as you stood in your panties and tight shirt. 

“fuck, yeah that’s okay,” tyler himself was craving a woman’s touch, he didn’t even care if he got off. he just wanted to see you, a woman’s body, to feel you. 

“can i touch you? like anywhere?” he asked as he sat on the edge of your bed, his cock already hardened against his pants. it didn’t sound right coming from him. you wondered what it’d sound like with the texas twang you craved to hear from a certain man. 

it still made your core twinge a bit, remembering the last time you were this vulnerable. you couldn’t lie, even if it wasn’t what you wanted, you fell in to the odd touch of the man desperately trying to touch you. 

“anywhere. keep your dick in your pants, i’ll touch as i go if you want me to.” you moved over to him and crawled into your bed, and he slipped in next to you as he propped himself on his elbow to look at you. 

“you’re so pretty, really.” he said, genuinely and you smiled. your stomach even fluttered a bit. it’s been a long time hearing that, hearing desire. 

“touch me, please.” 

tyler took his time, a little more than you’d liked but he was busy distracted with the way your tits pushed up to your chin, like you were suffocating. touching and teasing, his touch felt good but it still didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel heartstopping. maybe you’re expecting too much. 

but he didn’t talk to you when he dipped his hand in your panties, you just heard his whimpers and panting as he rutted his hard on into the side of your fat thigh, barely focused on you. you weren’t feeling it anymore, your wetness wasn’t even directed towards him really. everything you did with him was what you wanted to do with joel. you weren’t interested anymore and it started to feel wrong, it never felt good because tyler wasn’t worried about you. just his nut, and you didn’t like that. you didn’t like to feel used. 

“okay, wait, wait—i said wait!” you said and grabbed his wrist, pulling it from your panties and moving off of the bed. 

“wait, fuck i’m sorry, i was just so, fuck i’m so sorry.” he said a bit loudly, and you swore you heard a creak in the hallway as you moved to the door. 

“it’s okay, i just, i’m not–i’m tired. i think you should go.” you said, hugging your arm as he adjusted himself in his pants and got up. 

“i’m sorry, i,-” he tried again and you waved him off. 

“it’s done and forgotten, you didn’t do anything you were just really into it. i wasn’t.” you were careful with your words, not as tough as you would be because you’re vulnerable. but he wouldn’t get far if he hurt you, you knew that. 

“i’m sorry, goodnight. can we kind of like, forget this?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck and you softly laughed. 

“forget what?” you smiled and he returned it, giving a small kiss on the cheek before he left. he was a nice man, a good kid, and he meant no harm. he didn’t need a ruthless beating or yelling, just needed to tell him it wasn’t meant to be. you couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong it was, how wrong it felt being tyler touching you. 

you knew who you wanted to touch you. as sweet and kind and charming tyler was, he wasn’t what you wanted. the man you wanted was across the hall from you, on the other side of the stairs. sleeping, maybe. 

you knew ellie was at a friends house doing only god knows what, so with the hope in mind that joel was asleep in his room, you trotted downstairs braless, and bottomless. you were still in the same tight shirt you left in, but now just in the pink panties that were apart of the gifts maria got you. just new/traded clothing you needed. the shirt hugged you and cut off at the dip of your curve, the fat of your tummy slightly protruding between the shirt and your panties. 

you didn’t look towards the fireplace where the sofas were, instead you grab a small cup and let faucet water pour into it, taking a drink. 

“work up a sweat?” a deep southern voice said behind you, from a distance. you jumped at the sudden break of silence and turned quickly to the sofas. 

“joel? what the fuck,” you breathed and stepped out to walk to the sofas. somehow, you completely disregarded the fact that all you had on was a shirt and panties, standing in joel miller’s living room. 

“what made you think it was a bright idea to invite a bastard in my home like that? not only that,” he said. you finally saw the light from outside shining on his face as he stood up, something glimmering in his hand. a gun. “but letting him touch all over you? that prick?” 

you had a lot to say, a lot to yell out. but the only thing to say was a snarky comment. “you know he called you the same thing.” 

which, he did. but you were too drunk on the flirting and drinks to care or to know why, even though you already knew. joel wasn’t nice to anyone but ellie. tommy and maria even think he’s an asshole, but that’s tommy’s brother and maria’s brother in law. he’s family. but there were things that you didn’t know about joel miller. things he didn’t want you to know either. 

“why do you even care? who’s touching me, i mean.” you scoff, feeling less embarrassed about your state of clothing. but being a lot more aware as he steps closer and closer to your curvy figure, putting his gun in the waistband of his sweatpants. 

he was intimidating like this. towering over you with his fists clenched, searching your face for something. you felt your heartbeat pick up as his eyes raked over you and fell on your lips. he was drunk off of you, the sight of your fat cunt only being clothed by a single piece of fabric drove him to dig his nails in his palms. the nakedness of your thighs, and the midriff showing—it was going to kill him.

“if you’re gonna fuck these town folk, make sure it ain’t in my house.” he spit, and you just rolled your eyes. you felt like you were in trouble for sneaking out, like a teenager. 

“i didn’t fuck anyone. we didn’t do anything. he wanted to, i didn’t.” you defended, feeling small now but still holding yourself tall.

joel just looked at you, not wondering if you were lying or not. he knew you weren’t, he heard it himself the minute he heard something bang against your wall. it was just you shuffling to get up, and he heard you consoling him. you weren’t satisfied. 

“why’d you lie to me? bout’ seein’ him tonight?” he asked, your head tilted up to his as he steps one step closer. your chest is almost touch his, and your breathing was getting heavier. 

“figured you wouldn’t trust him,” you said, sounding like you wanted to say something else but keeping it to yourself. 

he was watching you like you were his prey. like you were something he wanted to take and devour for himself, like you were something for his eyes only. 

“smart girl,” 

“he touch you wrong?” he couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity killing him slowly as time passes with you standing in front of him with your tight pink panties on. he looked down between the two of you and saw the hardened pebbles that were your nipples showing up through your black tight shirt, down to your tummy that was pressed against his. he liked the softness of your belly, he was practically dying to grip it himself. he wanted to grip every part of you, to palm your pussy and feel how warm you were in his grip. he even found himself hating his own mind as thought of what your pussy would look like sucking him in. 

“i, he,” you were stuttering, embarrassing yourself as his hand trailed up your arm, thinking of all the ways he could watch you take his cock for him. 

you watched him watch you. how his eyes went dark again, how there was a slight touch of possessiveness in his voice. you didn’t assume though.

“can’t find the words, hm? he wasn’t makin’ you feel good?” he asked softly, watching as you closed your eyes and breathed through your mouth, opening again to see a small grin playing on his lips, his head tilted to the side. his fingers barely left your wrist, and made their way to your fleshy hip, tapping against the bare skin. he was enjoying this. making you squirm. making you nervous. 

“fuck off, joel,” you meant it to come out a lot stronger than it did, even you thought you sounded needy. “s’ none of your damn business,” you spit, stronger this time.

and before you could even wallow in your retorts, a smile tugged very faintly at his lips. you weren’t so convincing when you were practically trying to pull him to your body with your fists buried in his sweater. he appreciated the effort though, he's never met someone with as much bite in their bark as you.

he just liked to watch you writhe for him. you wanted to whine with how eager you were for him, how mean he was being to you for no reason. you needed him.

“it’s like you’re not even tryin’, what’s the matter? do i make you nervous sweetheart?” he gleamed in his power over you, the way your eyes searched for him and your mouth parted, just for him. he wanted to ruin you in every way. ruin every man for you, show you how to truly be taken care of.

"go fuck yourself," you retorted and he actually laughed. and he laughed at you. a sudden heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment filling you.

“i didn’t tell you but,” he paused as he leaned into your ear, grazing his cheek against yours and smiling to himself, “you looked real pretty today, ya know that? you look even prettier like this, all flustered for me.” 

you had to be dreaming. had to have gone to sleep after tyler left, and this was your wet dream making up for it. there was no way you were this exposed to joel and he was practically pressed up against your body as he told you how pretty you looked. you couldn’t speak, your tongue was tied and joel smiled to himself as he realized he got you to shut up.

“would ya let me touch you, sweet girl? maybe you'd be nicer if someone knew how to touch you,” he asked, his fingers playing on your hip. 

you still couldn’t answer. it felt like a trap, like if you let yourself give in to his words, every guard you put up was pointless. you were frozen, and suddenly felt insanely vulnerable but his voice was so inviting, so impossible to not fall into.

“touch me where?” you asked, treading lightly. you wanted to hear it, you wanted him to tell you he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. you wanted to prove to yourself that you hadn't lost your mind yet. but you also wanted to stretch whatever this was as long as possible before you find yourself on your knees for him without even asking.

joel felt like he was out of his body. like he was watching you squirm and move under his presence from above. he was so distracted by how hard your nipples were rubbing against him that he didn’t even notice your fists balled into his shirt, trying to take him in closer. maybe it was the alcohol he drank to ignore the jealousy he felt, or maybe it was the fact that tommy came to tell joel about the boy you were seeing. how the two of you were practically on top of each other before he left, how he was touching you in public–he was angry. 

nothing was done, nothing more than joel grabbing your almost bare hip and you tugging on his shirt, but it still felt like something that was crossing a line. a line you wanted to cross.

until he got the courage to grab the hand that was buried in his sweater, taking it in his own and touching you with your hand. he was answering your question. his hand ghosted on top of yours as his eyes watched your eyes train on the sight between the two of the bodies, enjoying how soft and pink you look. you were hot and bothered, and he could get used to seeing you like this. 

“first place i’d touch you, baby,” he breathes, his lips practically against your cheek now. he was breathing you in, drinking you in, ���is right here,” 

his hand guided you to cup your mound, angry that it wasn’t his hand touching you. your breath was shaky while you watched him, your eyes flickering from his moving hand to his eyes, and every time he made sure your eyes latched onto his. he wanted you to know how much he was enjoying teasing you like this, he wanted you to remember the way he looked at you while you panted against him. 

“but like this, lemme show you ‘xactly how i’d touch you sweetheart,” he was lost, drunken only on you, ignoring the world around him. “don’t think that boy would be enough for a woman like you, ain’t that right?"

he took his own hand as you were still pressed against his front, his lips now teasing the skin of the crook of your neck and starting to pull your panties away from your skin to dip his hand inside. your breathing was uneven and your soft whimpers were getting louder the more he trailed down into your underwear, and he was loving them.

the second he felt the scruff of your unshaved mound, he heard you release a shaky, sexy breath, and he grew harder against your bare abdomen. even feeling the heat of your skin on his clothed cock made him want to get on his knees and worship you.

"needy little fuckin' thing, that desperate for me huh? you gonna let me feel this pretty pussy how i want?"

he was so fucking filthy. so filthy for someone who hasn't even seen you naked, so filthy for someone who didn't even talk to you before this. it was agonizing, you were melting into his harsh words and wanted to listen to him make you feel small like this all night.

"joel, i swear," you warned as his breath hit your lips with his eyes on yours.

you had a bush, he thought to himself. he really didn’t think that would turn him on of course,  but now he pictured you standing in front of him, bottomless. how your belly would look with your curves, the way your breasts would rest at their natural position, your thighs fat and wide all for him, and the pretty fat mound waiting for him to feel and taste. worst time to think all of that of course, because it sent a flood of blood and excitement to his groin, giving him another thing to be nervous about. but god did he want to see it, see all of you laid in his bed, and tugging on the thatch of hair on your mound. he was fucked.

and god forbid you figured out that he’s been picturing you bent and folded in every way just so he could reach to the back of your cervix, if you figured out that his anger towards you is pent up sexual frustration because every time you’re in the shower, he’s thinking of the way you looked lathered in soap, waiting for him to join you. he was a sick man to think of you like this, but all of his desires and fantasies were threatening to barge in, to unleash all of his wants and needs to you. 

he was fighting himself to be a respectable man, a man who doesn’t think of women who were young enough to be his own kid in ways that were sinful. he shouldn’t be wanting to fill your throat with his cock when you smart mouth him. he was losing whoever he thought was himself, and letting heart and cock do his thinking. 

you couldn't think right, nothing was processing as you felt the heat of his hand on your cunt. you felt another wave of pleasure hit you and suddenly, you could feel your wetness pooling for him in your panties. you had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that joel actually wanted you too, even if he wanted to put you in your place for once and shut you up.

you didn't care how he wanted you. you were a bitch, but you were desperate for him.

"mmm, you're real scary, baby, threats ain't gettin' you anywhere. you have t' beg me for my fingers," he teased, rubbing the hair on your mound.

"oh fuck off, i'm not begging you for shit," you're putting up a fight with yourself, and you were winning. at leadt you thought so. even if you were letting him touch you this way, you weren't goping to beg him or give him the pleasure of watching you submit to him.

"yeah? maybe i'll jus' make ya," he grinned, his sinister smile forming while he rested his forehead on yours, his hand inside your panties as the two of you watched him tease your lips.

the second joel’s finger moves from your hairy mound to the fat lips of your cunt to spread and feel just how much you ached for him, to tease your hole so you'd be sent into a fit of desperation, the two of you heard the doorknob jiggle and a loud laugh from the outside, meaning it was ellie. joel pulled his hand and body away quickly and nodded upstairs with a hard look, giving you the hint to go before ellie saw you in your panties. 

your face expressed everything to him, you needed him. and you didn’t want to let go. he watched as you walked up the stairs, your ass practically eating up the fabric of your panties. it left nothing to the imagination and he groaned, something you swore you heard, before he fixed himself in his pants. 

ellie walked in, and you stayed at the top of the stairs out of sight to hear the lecturing. 

“are you outta your damn mind, ellie? it’s three in the mornin’,” his paternal instincts were coming out, and you smiled. 

“i was down the street. relax, i just didn’t want to stay there.” ellie defended as she slipped her shoes off. 

“did somethin’ happen? are you hurt?” he asked quickly, examining ellie to see if he saw blood or cuts anywhere. 

“jeez, no joel lay off. why are you up anyways isn’t it like six hours past your bedtime?” she scoffed, annoyed at the father figure lecturing her right now. what was he gonna tell her? 

“was waitin for your friend to come home, so i can lock up before bed,” he lied. he was lying and you knew it. you came home an hour ago, and he was still up. 

“you’re in love aren’t ya? old man,” ellie teased. her demeanor was a little more playful than she’d been this last month and he shook his head annoyed, but to you it was silent. your lips pinched into a thin line as you heard joel grunt.

“go to be ellie. now.” he ordered and she rolled her eyes, saying her good nights and going to the garage to sleep in her space. 

a part of you wanted joel to come upstairs, into your room and to do everything he wanted to do. you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but with the touching and flirting he was doing, it seemed like he wanted you. maybe he was drunk, you could smell it on his breath! he seemed pretty sober talking to ellie. you cursed yourself as you moved quietly to your room, leaving the door cracked open just in case. 

but nothing. you heard him trudge up the stairs, and walk directly the opposite direction into his own room. you were frustrated at this point. sexually frustrated if you must say, and the ache in your core was not leaving any time soon. 

you felt embarrassed, and you felt like joel was toying with you. all of the sudden this comes up and he's trying to finger fuck you in the living room when you genuinely thought he didn't even acknowledge your mere existence. it was so confusing for you, but the only thing you knew for sure now after a few weeks of deciding is that you craved joel miller.

it was a weird feeling. only because growing up in an apocalyptic world as a teenager and a young adult meant your chances of love and relationships were slim to none, at least for you. but you met joel in times where you had given up already.

as you lied in bed, wondering if joel was asleep or thinking about you too, you felt silly. you were setting yourself up for disaster by having hope that whatever this was with joel was more than that, and not just that. you worried you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe you were taking joel's advances too seriously. what if he just wants an easy fuck? nothing serious, something for pleasure in this dark world where everyone seeks a way to alleviate their pain

you felt like maybe you were geting into your head like you always do. maybe this could be good. maybe this could be your chance to let go, be vulnreable again, let someone make you feel like a teenager again. you had your fair share of crushes when you were in the QZ, you remembered that innocent feeling of liking someone, the shyness that came with it, how nervous you got around them. and with joel, you felt that times one hundred.

the flutters in your stomach, the goosebumps on your skin when he stands too close to you. he made you feel good even without trying.

but nothing good comes from joel miller.

[his-angell]

thank you for taking care of me. (c.bc)

Plot; Minho invited them out for some drinks. (y/n) may had one too many. Bangchan, as the lovely boyfriend he is, he takes (y/n) home and takes care of her before cuddling her to sleep. Paring; Christopher Bangchan x fem!reader Genre; Fluff Word Count; 1.7k Warnings; Alcohol, (y/n) is intoxicated, Request?; No

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Minho suggested that the boys, and (y/n) of course, all go to the bar. They had a few days off from rehearsals and stuff, so he wanted to get the group out of the house for a night. Of course, none of them opposed, needing a night out for sure. Well, besides Jeongin. He wasn’t really for drinking much. They all had a lot on their shoulders, so they would let all of the worries wash away with some Soju, wine, beer, ect. Cause, how else are you to relax if it's not with alcohol. 

They had all been at the bar for a while. Of course, they’ve all been drinking, dancing, and singing. Chan was always one to lean off the alcohol to watch the youngers. He kept an eye on how much they drank, where they were. He had them pair up so if someone went to the bathroom or something, they would have someone to watch over them, just in case.

He currently had his eyes on (y/n) and Changbin who were doing a chugging challenge. (y/n) slammed her empty cup down, pointing in Changbins face. “Ha! I won!” She exclaimed, grining at the pout that sat on Changbins face. “You’re so mean..” Changbin slurred, pushing (y/n)’s head. She snorted. “Loooooser!” She poked his chest. They were both heavily intoxicated, as well as Minho and Hyunjin, who were at the booth, screaming at each other over whether dogs or cats were better. The others were only slightly tipsy, knowing that Some of them had to be sober enough to watch the others. 

Chan walked over to the two and hummed. “Hey, are you guys ready to go?” He asked. Changbin squinted at him before nodding quickly. “Please! I’m so hot in here!” He whined, walking over to the others. (y/n) blinked at the man in front of her. “(y/n)? You ready to leave, love?” Chan asked. (y/n) shook her head. “No.. I wanna stay a little longer.” She hiccuped. She leaned over the bar. She opened her mouth to ask for a drink, but Chan gently tugged her back. “Ah,ah! No, no more.” He said. “But whyy? I’m not even drunk yet!” (y/n) whined loudly. “I’m pretty sure you're plenty drunk.” Chan laughed. “Nu-Uh!” 

Chan laughed softly and nodded. “Sure okay. Walk to the booth without stumbling and you can have another shot.” He said. “Watch!” (y/n) pushed his chest. She stared at the table, which seemed to drag so far away. She slowly started to walk to the table. She was stumbling just a little. It was enough for Chan to hover his hands over her waist in case she fell. In which.. She did. She screeched as she tripped over her own foot, sending her straight for the table. Where she would have hit her head if Chan didn’t grab her waist and pull her back into him. He held her tightly for a moment before looking down at her. (y/n) looked up at him and huffed before hiccuping. “I think I wanna go home..” She muttered. Chan laughed and nodded. “Okay , love.” He nodded. 

Chan talked to Jisung, Felix and Seungmin. They agreed to take the boys home, so Chan could take (y/n) home. They all exited the bar, waiting for their ubers. Seungmin was heading home with Changbin. Jisung was heading home with Minho. And Felix with Hyunjin. Chan made sure they were all safely in their ubers and on their way before he helped (y/n) to his car. They had all piled into his car and driven here, but knew they would need ubers home. “No, no! Waitt!” (y/n) held her hands out to the male who was trying to get her in the car. Chan raised an eyebrow at her. “I need a kiss first!” She hiccuped. Chan snickered. “How about when we get home yeah? I’ll shower you with all the kisses you wish.” He said. He noticed the pout that sat on his girlfriend's face. He snickered, giving in and pecking a kiss to her lips. “Better?” He asked. The girl smiled brightly and nodded. “Much better.” She giggled. 

Chan finally got her in the car, buckling the seatbelt over her. He rushed to get in the car, starting it. He glanced over at her before he started the drive to their apartment. (y/n) reached over and grabbed Chan's hand. He hummed and interlaced their fingers, the other hand still occupying the wheel. “I loveee you!” She slurred. Chan snickered. “Yeah? I love you too.” He said. “No! No.. Chan- I love love you! Like.. I wanna marry you!” (y/n)’s loud voice filled the car. Chan laughed softly. “Flattering, sweetie.” He said. She huffed. “When are you gonna propose to me, huh?” She leaned over to get in his face. Chan glanced at her with a smirk. “Soon.” He said. This caused a loud gasp from his lover, her squeals and giggles pulling on his heartstrings. 

She grew rather quiet after her fit of excitement, leaning on the window and falling asleep. Chan would glance at her every now and then, gently squeezing her hand, getting a weak squeeze back. He pulled into the lot and parked. He turned off the car and slipped his hand from hers. He got out and rushed to her side. He slowly opened the door, putting in his hand first to keep her from falling out of the car. He opened the door the rest of the way and unbuckled the seatbelt once he had her in a proper hold. She stirred and whined as he went to scoop her up.. “Ghn- No thank you.. I have a boyfriend..” She gently whispered, pushing Chan's hands away. “Baby, I am your boyfriend.” Chan laughed. (y/n) opened her eyes and looked at the male. She giggled a little. “Oopsie..” She leaned onto her lover. 

Chan laughed and scooped her up into his arms. She shrieked and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I got you, (y/n), promise.” Chan reassured as he closed the door and locked the car. He carried her like nothing up the stairs to the apartment, putting in the code and stepping into the dimly lit living space. He slipped off his shoes. He carried (y/n) to their bedroom and set her at the edge of the bed. He gently took her shoes off and set them neatly together on the ground. “I’m gonna get you something comfortable to sleep in, alright? I’ll be right over there in the closet.” He pointed. (y/n) grabbed his hand. “Noo.. Stay.” She said. “I’ll be right back,” Chan pressed a kiss to her hand before slipping away to get her clothes. 

He had grabbed one of his plain black shirts and some shorts. He had also gone into the bathroom to grab a brush and a package of makeup wipes. He returned back and laughed a small bit. (y/n) had laid down, her arms over her face to cover the bright light that shone from the lamp. “Hey, love, sit up for me please.” He instructed. She groaned and slowly sat up. “I wanna sleep!!” She whined. “I know, in a minute, I promise.” Chan said. He gently grabbed the end of her top. “Arms up,” He said as he slipped off the top.. He slipped his shirt over her head. He struggled a bit to get her jeans off, since she kept squirming and pushing his hands away. But he got it after a while, immediately slipping on her shorts. He then grabbed the wipes and took one out, beginning to gently wipe off her makeup. 

“Can you sing to me?” (y/n) pipped up randomly, peaking open one of her eyes. Chan hummed. “Sure, love. What do you want me to sing?” He spoke softly. “Mm.. Bruno Mars.” She giggled. Chan nodded with a small laugh, clearing his throat. He began to sing ‘Marry you’ by Bruno Mars. She swayed a little along to the song, making Chan giggle. He folded the makeup wipe once he was finished and tossed it into the trash by the vanity. He moved to sit behind her, starting to take the small ties out of her braided hair, running his hand through her soft hair, then the brush. He made sure to be as gentle as possible, apologizing anytime she whined or made a sound of discomfort. 

He was finally done and he cleared off the bed. “Okay, up, up, into bed.” He gently helped her crawl up. She cuddled into the white sheets. “Can I have some water? My head hurts..” She looked up at him. “I was just about to get you some,” Chan smiled. He kissed her head and went to the kitchen. He filled a cup with some ice water and grabbed some painkillers. He came back to see his girlfriend already falling asleep. “Hey, babes, here.” He said softly. (y/n) hummed and opened her eyes. She took the painkillers he held out for her, taking the water also and chugging it all. She coughed a little as the water went down the wrong pipe, causing Chan to panic. He sat her up and patted her back a little. “I’m good-” She nodded as she got over her coughing fit. 

Chan nodded a little. He took the cup, setting it on the bedside table. “I gotta change, get comfy.” He snickered. (y/n) hummed and cuddled into the blankets, shivering a little. Chan went to the closet, changing to just some basketball shorts. He tossed his and (y/n)’s dirty clothes into the bin. He went to the bed and crawled under the covers, reaching over to turn out the lamp. He sucked in a breath as (y/n)’s cold hands snaked around his bare waist. He laughed a little, pulling her into his arms. “Thank you for taking care of me.” She slurred sleepily. “Of course, my love. Now get some rest, I'll be right here.” Chan hummed, rubbing her back gently. “I love you, Chris..” (y/n) whispered, looking up at him. “I love you more.” Chan smiled, kissing her softly. She smiled into the kiss before pulling away and cuddling into his chest. They fell asleep soon after that.. 

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This is a silly little thing. I love the idea of how gentle these men would be with you if you were drunk. They're so sweet. I feel like there's a lot that I could do to make this better. But i hope that its okay. Plspls send requests if you guys have any!! I hope you have a good rest of your day/night!!

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[needybimbopuppy]

Your post about being caged with your pen, food and sex toys made me think how sexy it would be to dose you with lube as well as adding weed to all your food.

You could puff away on a pen all day and eat anything you want with added weed (because I’m a great cook) and I’ll even mix some weed tincture in all your lube. It would be so hot to see you get even more stoned while you fuck your self for the cameras in your cage.

omggg ohmigod waitt thats like sooo smarttt!!! hehehe i bet i like would never know and like tbh i like to use alot of lube so id just be fucking myself up alot without even knowing omggg

wait this is sooo hottt omg ty tyyy!! hehehehe tyyysm for sending this omg i think about that fantasy like alot so now omg its even hotter

[finalgirlagatha]

rate them on the homophobic scale from 1-10: chaddick, sophie, rhian, beatrix, tedros, kei, and agatha

WAITT this is fun. going off what i think from the books but also all of these characters are gay to me and i don't trust soman a single bit so. we do our best here.

chaddick: 8/10... something internalized going on there for sure. and externalized of course i didn't forget that 'fruit boy' comment from awwp.

Sophie: 7/10 i feel like until she realized the grip her village had in defining how she views sexuality, gender, and her own attraction to femininity she would definitely be the type of straight girl who thinks every lesbian is in love with her. she rejects masculinity in women because it's so unnerving to her she'd be the type to say "well if there's women like that what will the guys do? no one will want them." and then not realize. (lesbian sophie you will never die TO ME).

rhian: 9/10 i think he'd be like Sophie thinking every gay man is in love with him and he likes the attention but judging by the fallout out of jaric (which. fair) i think he'd hold some prejudice and even repulsion. "like have you even tried to kiss a girl though." and then if we dive into the layers of him and kei i think he'd refuse to look past the surface level of "he's my head of guard of course i need and love him don't be delusional. that's literally my dog." so. however there is something super interesting about how he introduced lionsmane as a literal deviation from the typical narrative of the storian favoring the rich and powerful hetero-patriarchal fairytales. it was a means to secure power but there is something there.

beatrix: 6/10 has been homophobic will not be again? came out? awwp is a hot garbage mess but I think that her liberation induced by the hands of Agatha and Sophie choosing each other was a big game changer for her. i've talked about this before but she definitely was in love with Agatha upon her return. beatrix was ready to go, her facade from the head ever girl went away with the snap of the finger. so i think the homophobia (which of course in the text was never quite homophobia but was also defined as forcing this hetero-patriarchy standard and the status quo) was just tool of that facade. it was real, but i don't think it was deep seated in her mind like these other things. beatrix is soo fascinating actually because YES awwp is so fucked up and stupid but to see her pursue a future without a prince with the same force as she endeavored to catch Tedros attentions in the first book shows how radical that was for her. NO MOM, A PRINCE WAS YOUR DREAM. and etc.

tedros: 6/10 this boy is bisexual 🙏 but he is not immune to the years of frat boy mentality heaping up from his dad and the other everboys.

kei: 7/10 he's gay but i don't think he's an ally... let me explain. i think that sexuality is just another tool to him to further the advances of rhian who is like. front and foremost in his mind. i'm referring to his manipulation of dot (and if you want to make it a little more interesting and relevant, tedros). also calling aric a monster in acot is super interesting.... drawing the lines there, huh. i see you.

agatha: 0/10. to put it shallowly, in my experience lonely weird girls are so sweet and accepting. to put it deeply, agatha grew up rejected by her village so she has a level of solidarity with those also rejected for not conforming. she didn't grow up in a house headed by a man, her mother was in charge and she doesn't really have that gavaldon hetero-patriarchy ideology baked in her like sophie does. my sexuality headcanon for Agatha fluctuates between bi or lesbian but she is definitely not straight (unless it's for a gag about canon!agatha). do you guys remember edgar and hester. yeah.... i got to reread that scene idk why that just popped in my head.

thank you for this ask!

[seospicybin]

hellooo my lovees how are youu? I hope you are doing well because thats what you always deserve. Your works are literally my comfort blanket whenever im stressed afd */sobs. And seungmin... I really love seungmin baseball player😭😭😭. Can i ask for more seungmin with the short hair cause he was literally so hot in it and and i love him sooo much🥹❤️ and i also love your works🥰🤧 i think it would be really good combination 🥹. but ill waitt when that happens.

I hope youll have a greatest day ahead❤️❤️

Hi, bub. I'm fine, thank you. How are you? I hope things are going well for you too.

I am writing fics for the virgo line at the moment so expect Seungmin fic soon and obvs, it's him with that sexy short hair. No doubt abt it.

And thank you for the sweet words, you are a very lovely person, hope you're having the loveliest day, bub 😊❤️

[lucysbronzes]

waitt so are you planning on wagging for the actual guys or for inside knowledge 🤣😅

hot girl summer who says no😭but no, the info is fun and it's basically free spanish lessons so win win

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

bleach report: it went better than expected/. only one or two very small spots to fix. in a week or so ill b back to pink...cant waitt...yellow diamond winter its been a trip but ill probly never do that again. some of my hair is still stained bright yellow !! so i have to use a very potent hot  pink dye to try n correct those parts. then i estimate  after a month’s worth of shampooing it’ll be back to the shade of pink i like..however. i havent tried this brand of pink dye before so it may  take longer. fine by me cus ill just b glad to have any type of pink again after being yellow for so long. no more experimenting lol. anyways. thats the !report!

[angelicyoongie]

Ppl are booing Lovesick Jimin but I can’t help liking him and finding him so hot, especially in that first police station scene ahhhhh. Should I feel guilty??🙈 Jimin’s my bias so I guess I will always be biased when it comes to Jimin, even in fiction😂 (also love Abundance Jimin, btw)

Can’t wait to see more of his (and the others’) character development. I wonder if him and y/n are ever gonna have a conversation abt his letters. Would someone like him feel embarrassed or proud abt them? Ahhh can’t waitt.

Ps. You’re an incredible writer! Thank you for your work💜

Haha nooo you're okay! I've read stories where the boys kill someone and gone "..... wait, that's kinda sexy" so like, I get it lmao. It's only fiction after all! 🙈 (Thank you!!)

Oh, you can bet Jimin is going to bring up his letters asap! He's is very proud of them, lol.

Thank you so so much!! 💖💖 I really appreciate you leaving me a comment as well 🤧

[hourcat]

Hiii! I have so many thoughts roaming around causing destruction, I NEED to get this one jealous!pierre out

The paddockwhisperer comes to town, kind of a cross between deuxmoi and lady whistledown from bridgerton where there is an anon who spills a lot of secrets (none of them relating to intellectual property though, just some messy gossip). People don't take it seriously at first but it proves to be pretty accurate, especially when it reveals that a ferrari engineer and the hr head from merc eloped last week which was a huge thing (for the members of the two teams, it was a shock for the rest)

Pierre, being the gossip lover he is, checks it regularly. It even gets a few shoutouts on the sky lives. Pretty much the whole paddock is obsessed with it

Then one day, it claims that "charles leclerc, the championship leader and charmer extraordinaire, gave the deputy head of ferrari's legal department, rafa navarross, 29, a lap dance during a private celebratory party after the win at the last grand prix" and pierre sees it seconds after it's posted and is a little flabbergasted by it. He has a weird feeling in his chest and his heart is beating so loud but he chalks it all off and calls it bullshit, because the charles he knows is way to shy to do that and to especially do that in front of members of his own team. charles just won't.

the rest of the grid though, ofcourse do not let him live it down. they make indirect jokes about it in the driver's meeting , in the press con, in every opportunity. by the end of the thursday, charles is redder than his ferrari with the amount of time he has been blushing. pierre loves seeing it and so he too, joins in on the fun even though to him it's anything but fun. he has started to hate the name rafa, changed his favourite tennis player to roger because he has a limit. and ofcourse it has nothing to do with how he has seen charles and rafa laughing together at one point and it wouldn't be that big of an issue if rafa didn't have the body of a greek god. It's unfair is what it is.

Everything changes later than night though, when he, charles, lando, alex, max, george, carlos and daniel are crammed in carlos' room, drinking a bit while taking turns at playing fifa.

"sooooo, what does one have to get a lap dance around here" lando says while waggling his eyebrows as everyone else (minus pierre) starts to lose it, bastards all of them. "oh my gawde SHUT UP!! You're all so annoying 😤 first of all, you wish lando, get a win first to be at the adult's table and for the last time, it was nothing!! I was just drunk and it was a dare!! merde"

"waitt, so you actually did it??" pierre asks before he can even realise he's saying words out loud. "have you ever known me to back down from a challenge calamar? 🤨" and pierre is pretty sure his brain has stopped working because no way charles just admitted to having done a lap dance. he suddenly felt hot over and that strange feeling from the morning was back again. he was lost in his own and all the voices of the rest of them arguing was filtered out. he only snapped out of it when charles got up to leave, saying that he didn't want a hang over before the FPs and it's getting late and he needs his beauty sleep. As if body had gotten it's own mind, pierre also jumped up saying he should also leave and rushed out of the room before anyone could say their goodnights

But he didn't go to his own room though, no, he followed charles back to his own room and after he had put the key card it, he pushed him up against the door, looking into his eyes before locking their lips together.

*insert a hot steamy makeout session*

"you know, i don't like rafa at all, i think he is a bit of a bastard" "i mean, he is a lawyer pierrot. but he's a nice guy" "ofcourse you would say that, since you gave him a lap dance and all" "HA I knew you were jealous. green is not your colour" "yeah well whatever *grumbles*" "you're so annoying pierrot, fineee, i will give you a lapdance only if i WIN the race on sunday" "i can go for round two now 😏" "i have to drive a car tomorrow, but your patience will pay off" "oh is that so?" "yes." "If i must..... although just tell me if i should bowl into max for you, you know I'd do it" "oh shut up"

KSKSHSKDNDDK ANOOOOOON OH MY GODDDDDDD PLEASE please please please this is so. im obsessed

ESP IF THIS IS PRE RELATIONSHIP/THEM SLEEPING TOGETHER BC LIKE!!!! pierre doesnt recognize his own jealousy for what it is and he gets SO mad at charles, "how could you do that, that is your team member, it is beyond inappropriate" FULLY knowing he is such a hypocrite rn but he can't stop it. and charles gets in his face because "i don't complain about the stories i hear about you, pierre," said in a short tone. and pierre just. "you are so fucking dense calamar--" and charles opens his mouth to interrupt him but decided to kiss pierre instead, all frustrated and desperate. and pierre is so shocked but immediately kisses him back and they make out against his door for a while before charles tells him "i wouldve made you jealous long ago if id known it would lead to this" and pierre just grunts "no lapdances for anyone but me" all possessive and insane and like

yeah. they both stay in charles' room that night.

[joocomics]

i am the gunil' thigh humping anon and the public bathroom sex anon AND LIKE you get me soooo bad with the gunil's thoughts 🤭🤭 but I want to talk about Jiseok like we know that he is so smart and i know that in any moment he will start to investigate how he can make you squirt with different things (his hands, his dick, etc)

I want to be your 🐣 anon, please <33 I really love your posts

WAITT, can we talk about your MIND first cause those thoughts got me sweating over here 😫

welcome, 🐣 <33 thank you for reading and chatting with me 🥹

jiseok is sooo kinky and experimental like sex would never get boring with him i just know it 😮‍💨 no one can make me think otherwise!!

he’s definitely the type to have a serious talk about what you both like/dislike in the bedroom from the start, so he doesn’t cross any boundaries. he would get SO excited like a kid when you both go “oh, i like that too” over some random kink. the chuckles he’d let out, fantasising abt it already in his mind, i can hear them as i type 🥹 he can be so adorable and hot at the same time ugh,,, definitely the type to try out things he’s seen in porn and finds hot too, he just wants to do it all and i would never try to stop him tbh

as for the squirting - yeeees, he will >< i feel like he’s into messy sex a lot. also, if by any chance YOU’RE the one who brings up squirting he’d lose his mind. it’s def a turn on for him if you give ideas for the bedroom ~