#needless to say i forgot how to edit

[wolfavens]

i think we grow up when we cry

[sxcret-garden]

Ateez when they're jealous ღ NSFW Edition [M]

ღ Ateez all members x fem-bodied!reader ღ genre: smut, headcanons (dom-sub dynamics in some parts, semi-public sex in some parts, most of them get more or less possessive) ღ warnings: alcohol consumption in some parts

Author's note: Maybe I went a liiiittle overboard with this.... maybe I'm also very tempted to turn one of these into a full fic....

Hongjoong:

He's usually one to deal with his jealousy in a very adult manner and simply talk it out with you. However, after coming home jealous one day and having what was probably the best sex in your relationship up until that point, you've made an arrangement to deal with your jealousy in the bedroom. So it's really become more of a game to him than a pestering feeling to get rid of asap. And today as well, after you've spent a little too much time (in his opinion) having a very engaged conversation with the cute waiter of your regular place to get dinner, Hongjoong can't wait to get home and to drag you off to his bed. And that's exactly what he does, as you're filled with expectation because you didn't exactly miss the evil smirks he's been giving you throughout dinner, and you could guess what would be coming once you're home. He's moving slowly as he crawls on top of you, brushing his lips against yours in teasing kisses, and then telling you to strip naked for him. Will be the biggest little shit ever as he touches you in all the ways he knows will rile you up, and has you cursing underneath him when he pulls his fingers out of you just as you're about to cum. "You're gonna have to beg for it, babe," he whispers, licking his fingers clean. "I'm not gonna let you cum until I know you can't take it anymore."

Seonghwa:

Is so shocked when after weeks of suffering he finally figures out that seeing you with your male best friend makes him jealous, that he impulsively decides to get (almost blackout) drunk. What he forgot to consider was that you were scheduled to make dinner with him at his place, and so when you walk in on him having downed what's probably his third bottle of soju you're definitely mad at him. Wondering whether it'd even make sense to try to reason with your drunk boyfriend, you do eventually end up scolding him, but the second you're within reach he pulls you down onto his sofa, crawling on top of you. He's blushing from the alcohol, and usually you'd have found that cute, but today the cold stare he gives you makes you shiver. Worriedly, you ask what's wrong with him, and finally he explains. "I'm jealous. Like really jealous of your best friend. And drinking it away wasn't the best choice but right now I just need to make you mine." You're not sure if you should be impressed how in control he is for the amount he drank or if you should just be insanely turned on by his words, but when you give him permission with a nod it's not like he leaves you any time to think about this further anyway. Has you both naked in no time and pins you down as he fucks you rough, and if you think he'll be satisfied with giving you just one or two orgasms that night, you couldn't be more wrong.

Yunho:

Doesn't get jealous ever, except for that one time when you had only just started dating and were still in a bit of an awkward phase of figuring everything out together. Now usually he doesn't mind you going out to see your other guy friends, he has no reason to worry about that because he trusts you to never betray him. However, who he doesn't trust is that one guy who very obviously has a crush on you and he wouldn't put it past him to try to steal you away. And so he even went so far as to warn you about it, but you just brushed it off, defending the other guy and saying he's just a friend. And well, when one night your boyfriend witnesses how that guy drops you off at Yunho's place and he's being just a little too touchy before he hugs you goodbye, that's when the jealousy sets in. Needless to say he's upset when you walk inside, and not knowing what to do with that feeling, he simply kisses you. And it's a passionate kiss filled with need, the kind of kiss you've never received from your boyfriend up until that point. Yet he takes the lead, and soon he pushes you up against a wall, hands roaming your body and his lips nipping at your throat. "I don't ever want to see that guy touching you like that again," he mutters, rolling his clothed hard on against your hips, making you throw your head back. "You're mine and nobody else's." When he feels you going limp in his hold and all you can do is agree and whine at his touch, he takes you right then and there, proving to you that nobody could ever make you feel as good as he can.

Yeosang:

When he's jealous he needs reassurance above all else, especially towards the beginning of your relationship. The only problem is that he's kinda slow at figuring out that he's jealous, and so it's often you who picks up the cues before he does. And you know he tends to get sulky and avoidant when he feels bad but can't quite put his finger on why, so one day you decide to try to help him out of that. And so you approach him, telling him straightforward that you want to have sex with him. And pulling him out of his bubble takes a while of hesitation from his side, but when you take him by the hand to walk him to your bedroom, he doesn't protest. Crawling on top of him and making out with him, you wait until you can feel him somewhat relax underneath you. Your fingers of one hand tangled in his hair while the other roams his toned upper body has him melting underneath you, and just then you ask him whether he's jealous, in the sweetest tone you can muster. "I... I think so," he mumbles. "Do you need me to prove to you that I only want you?" you ask, and Yeosang nods. And you'd be surprised how quickly he can go from desperately clinging to you as you get him off slowly, humming praises for your boyfriend, to him flipping your positions around and with a "Sorry, I need this now" he starts thrusting into you, hard and slow. The pace as well as him suddenly taking charge of the situation makes you see stars, and his desperate but possessive groans could make you cum right then and there.

San:

Seems more helpless than anything else the second he comes back from picking up some takeout coffee for the both of you when he sees a complete stranger flirting with you, and you doing nothing to ward the guy off. And of course he'd be jealous at the sight, but he decides to play the tough guy for now, telling the guy off as he approaches. "Dude, what are you doing flirting with my girlfriend?" He puts an emphasis on his last word, and his voice sounds darker than usual. And though the stranger leaves immediately and you two continue your date as usual, something's off about San once you arrive home. Dragging you off to the bedroom by the sleeve of your shirt, he doesn't say anything and doesn't let you see his face right until he has you pinned to the bed, hovering above you and pressing a fiery kiss to your lips. Clothes don't stay on for long, and when he finally has his hips snapping into you, you have to slow him down from how rough he's being. "Fuck, that guy pissed me off," he mutters as he buries his face in your neck, leaving his mark there. When he has you coming undone underneath him, he doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you towards your next high, and your head starts to spin when you hear his next words, growled into your ear, "Don't ever flirt with another man again. Don't even look at someone else, or do you think anyone else could ever fuck you this good?"

Mingi:

Well if he isn't a wild card idk what. Gets jealous rather easily, and from him sulking like a kid to him taking charge and dragging you off to the nearest secluded space, anything could happen. It entirely depends on his mood that day, and a bit on the situation too. Mingi definitely needs you to comfort him if it's the former option, but the good news is that he'll be fine rather quickly after you assure him he has nothing to worry about. However, after you've been dating for a while and he's internalized that you're not gonna let someone else take you away from him, that helplessness soon turns into anger at whatever guy is flirting with you. And so one night when you're out with friends, all being a bit tipsy and this one guy just won't stop giving you all of his attention, Mingi eventually shoots up from his seat and drags you to the restrooms without an explanation. Kisses you feverishly after locking up the stall he entered with you, and only when you ask him what's wrong he gives you an explanation. "I don't like the way that guy looks at you. It pisses me off," he hisses, before going right back to kissing you. His hand finding your core underneath your clothes in no time, he starts fingering you, even teasing you about how you're already wet for him, and eventually he'll flip you around so he can grind his clothed bulge against your ass as he gets you off, relishing in the way you're desperately trying to suppress all noises.

Wooyoung:

Big switch energy so this can go one of two ways, but after the initial deep conversation you had about jealousy and how you can trust each other despite that feeling sometimes arising, the one thing that's for sure is that you're gonna resolve it with sex.  Even when the jealousy is barely even there, just like earlier today when you had commented to your boyfriend on how handsome one of Wooyoung's friends looks in his latest insta post, he doesn't miss the opportunity to seek proof that at the end of the day you only have eyes for him.  "And what about me?" he'll asks as he walks up to you from behind, hands put on your waist and his lips ghosting above your neck. The tone of his voice gives his intentions away immediately, and it doesn't take long for him to spin you around in his hold so he could kiss you, dragging you off to the nearest surface to have sex with you on (whether that's the bed, the sofa, or the dining table he doesn't care). And it really all depends on your mood whether he'll pin you against it, making you beg for him until he's satisfied, or put all the power into your hands and let you have his way with him until he's the one whining for your touch. One way or the other, the reason for his jealousy will soon be forgotten, because now all that matters is you and him chasing pleasure together.

Jongho:

You're at a party hosted by a mutual friend of yours, and from the moment you dressed up at home you've known that your outfit choice today is doing something to your boyfriend from the looks he's been giving you. You like the attention, you're not gonna lie, and you can imagine what this night will lead to once you're back in the comfort of your own home, after making him stare at you all evening. However, what you didn't expect were the death glares he's been giving one of your male childhood friends who's been occupying you ever since you walked into that party. You know Jongho isn't the type to get jealous easily, but when he does he usually struggles with expressing it. However, you also know your boyfriend will usually do the right thing anyway, and so when he pulls you into the empty kitchen and locks the door behind himself, you expect him to simply tell you about his feelings. What you certainly do not expect is him backing you up against a counter with a possessive stare glued to your lips. "What's wrong...?" Kisses you instead of answering your question and makes your head spin from the way he runs his hands down your body alone. There's need and anger behind his actions, and in no time he has you pressed up against the kitchen counter, facing the wall now, both your pants and underwear pulled down just enough so he could fuck you from behind, teasing you with just his tip until he has you begging for more, and this really is just what he needed to alleviate his unnecessary feelings of jealousy...

[limerence-17]

when i kissed the teacher

warnings: 18+ mdni MASSIVE age gap reader is 24/ joel is 58/59. sex (p in v not protected,) oral m! and f! receiving, thigh riding, fingering, slow-burn crush feelings, joel is painfully oblivious as usual. this is half edited just as a heads up!!

word count: 6.6k words (this one’s lengthy folks!)

A/N: this was based on an idea I got from someones post a while back so if that's you here you go!! this is also how I deal with grief from losing joel lmao. please go easy on me I'm back from my writing hiatus!! all comments are appreciated xx

You were a teacher, one of only two in Jackson, and if you were being honest with yourself, you were pretty damn good at it, too. It came naturally to you, unlike holding a gun, or going on patrols.

The only patrol you ever did ended with Tommy taking the gun back from you, shaking his head and asking you how you survived on your own for two years before you arrived.

You replied, shrugging your shoulders. “I hid.”

Ever since you arrived in Jackson five years ago, you’d picked up on teaching rather quickly. Others in the town had told you that you had a natural gift with the kids. A maternal instinct, even. Now 24, you had seen your fair share of life.

All those times you got up in front of a room of kids, or had spoken to their parents, or run education events at the Tipsy Bison helped you with your confidence. You’d never felt more proud of yourself.

It was late that evening when you’d been chaperoning a Jackson school dance you’d planned. The kids' ages you taught ranged from 5 to 18, but you cared about them all just the same. One in particular was a 15-year-old girl named Ellie, who always cracked jokes during any lesson you’d come up with.

One time, you showed them how to create electricity from a potato.

Every ten seconds, Ellie had a new question.

“What’s with the string thing?”

“Can you peel the potato?”

“What if I used a French fry instead?”

“Was McDonald's worth it, do you think? I probably would’ve gotten a Big Mac.”

“Ellie!” You cry out defeated, although a small smirk would escape your lips as the rest of class would burst into laughter.

She strolled up, one hand on her hip, the other slung around her friend’s shoulders, stumbling in exaggerated slow motion. She had a large grin plastered on her face and was out of breath. Likely from all of her hilarious dance moves she’d been sporting earlier.

“Y’allright Ellie?” You asked, giving her a half-worried and half-amused smile.

“I am having…” Ellie inhaled, as if she had to stress the importance of this next part as her eyes widened, “The best night… of my life!” You let out a laugh and snorted, surprised at how genuine it felt.

You weren’t one to play favourites as a teacher in this new apocalyptic world, but the first time you met her she’d showed up in class and told you a poorly timed joke and won you over.

You’d never met anyone so optimistic in your life. Ellie was indeed your favourite.

“If Joel shows up, warn me. I’m bolting through the back.” Ellie said.

You sighed, frowning as she skipped back to the dance floor. “Ellie!” But Ellie was too far away by now for her to hear. The band carried on, playing a range of folk songs, each one more upbeat than the last.

You felt a chill run up your spine at the thought of Joel Miller coming to the dance tonight.

Needless to say, when it came to her dad, you were a puddle.

Adoptive dad, or maybe not a dad at all. Just a man watching out for her.

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He’d arrived with Ellie just over two years ago, and you never forgot the first time you saw him, all salt and pepper with his massive flannel jacket and that stoic look on his face, his brows creased and forehead slightly wrinkled.

He was stupidly handsome. Unfairly handsome. The kind of man who looked like he walked straight out of a pre-apocalypse Marlboro ad.

You were two years old when the world went to shit, so it’s not like you had a decent amount of memories of whatever handsome men there were back then. But you had movies and magazines. That was good enough.

Until Joel strolled in on that horse with his biceps and slight dad bod.

With a face like that, you’d expect him to be a real cocky son of a bitch, but you were shocked to find out he was quieter than a mouse. Quieter than anyone you’d ever known.

His house was down the street where you’d walk every morning to head into the Town Hall, where you’d host classes in the early hours of the day.

Joel kept his garage door open every morning. Most times, he’d be organizing the bullets for his shotgun or tinkering with some wood sculptures inside. He’d never glance over, but his oblivious nature was a perk. It meant that you could get a decent glance at him almost every morning without him knowing.

It was your favourite part of the day if you were being honest with yourself. You’d settled into a routine. You would wake up, style your hair as best as possible, wear your best jeans and wait until you turned the corner to his house.

But there was one recent morning when Joel wasn’t there, not on his porch getting ready for patrol or in the garage working on his very grandpa-like hobbies. You couldn’t help but sigh as you continued to walk down the concrete. To your utmost shock, you heard a voice. Your name was being called out from behind you. When you whipped your head around, it was Joel, and he walked out from his front door down the steps of his porch towards you, paper in hand.

Your heart thudded in your chest, and your hands went clammy. You’d spoken in front of crowds before, but he had a way of unravelling you.

“Hello?” You sounded so ridiculous, swearing your voice just cracked, so you cleared your throat once more, hoping he didn’t realize as you approached.

Though you pretended to be busy fiddling with your bag, you knew the charade was hopeless. Joel was very close to you, only about two feet away.

Did he catch you staring? Was this the moment he finally said something? Was this how you died? Humiliated on the streets of Jackson because Joel Miller had noticed your pathetic little crush? No. You should’ve known. Joel only cared about one thing, and that was Ellie.

“You’re the one teachin’ Ellie, right?”

“That’s me.” His eyes flicked to your face, down your shoulder, maybe to the way you held your bag, then quickly back up.

“Thought so. Got this paper here…”

He stepped a little closer to hand you the paper. Your hand brushed his or nearly did? Whatever just happened was enough to short-circuit your brain. Until you looked down.

To be honest, you hardly remembered what you wrote on any of the kids reports, and you didn’t even know if any of the parents read them, considering how the majority were occupied with the state of survival in Jackson.

“What about it?”

Joel scoffed, as if it was something you should’ve already known. He pulled his reading glasses down from his head and put them on, and snagged the report from your hands and began to read out loud. Jesus Christ, he was handsome. His calloused hands traced the paper, a fleeting image, and his hair looked soft, bouncy, and evenly cut. Come on, please focus, you repeated to yourself, nonsensically in your head.

Joel cleared his throat.

“Ellie is a bright kid, although prone to ditching multiple classes. Ellie has been repeatedly caught smoking behind Town Hall, and her peer group is an influence to be aware of…” Joel trailed on, each word becoming louder across his tongue and lips.

“She in trouble?” He asked, now removing his reading glasses. His look was pleading, and his doe brown eyes softened as he met your gaze. It made your stomach jump.

“E-Ellie…” you stammered, clearing your throat, trying to steady your voice.

“Is a bright kid, truly. But I think she might be going through some changes, having a hard time finding out who she is. It’s something all teenagers go through. Since you’re her dad, is there anything else I should know?”

Joel tucked his reading glasses into his flannel pocket and shook his head, looking at his shoes. “Ain’t her dad. Just tryin’ to do right by her.”

“Right…I knew that… but either way… if you are looking out for her, it would be best to start by having a heart-to-heart with her?” You asked, although it was more of a statement.

Joel rubbed his thumb along the folded paper, slow and deliberate.

“Figured you’d be better at that kinda thing.”

You laughed, a little louder than anticipated.

“I’m not her caregiver, Joel… I teach a lot of the kids here in Jackson, and if she means as much to you as you say… it’ll mean more coming from you.”

Joel mumbled, leaning backwards slightly, “Right, right…”

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer.” I appreciate you talkin’ to me, ma’am…” Joel said quietly. He turned around and slowly made his way up to the porch.

Your shoulders tensed. Your stomach flipped. Ma’am? Joel Miller had just called you ma’am? You were practically 30 years younger than him, and that’s what he decided to go with?

Had your hair turned grey overnight? Were the bags under your eyes suddenly five times darker than when you last saw them? Christ, maybe you shouldn’t of gotten that haircut.

Your heart had still been beating excruciatingly fast, but you could breathe a little easier now that he’d walked away.

Then it hit you. Joel Miller didn’t even bother to ask your name, or maybe he didn’t even care.

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The scent of snow, cracked wood panels, and cedar filled the hall. In fact the smell of wood was so overbearing, you hardly noticed the giant fireplace that was running on the far right of the hall. There were lights, warm toned and they strung around the entire ceiling across the hall.

You had been talking to a few parents at the dance that night, one in particular was a stubby, short, mousy brunette named Jean. She had glasses that were too small for her face and freckles, and a few grey hairs. She was lovely in every manner, and you’d been chatting about setting up that evening.

“I honest to god don’t know how you deal with all of them day in day out? I reckon the clickers outside would be easier,” Jean said, as she took a sip from her Chardonnay.

You chuckled in response, awkwardly putting your hands into your pants pockets.

Only then did you realize Joel had entered and was waiting patiently to the side, as though he expected someone. Or maybe he just wanted to see what Ellie was like in this environment. You were distracted by him walking in that you hardly heard the words Jean perked up to say.

“Handsome innit he?” Jean said, causing you to draw back into reality.

Your cheeks flushed. “Huh?”

Jean followed your gaze. “Heaven help me, but that man is fine. The flannel one. Joel, right?”

You knew better. Joel was older, much older. He had to have been almost 60 by now, with the salt and pepper that had grown into his facial hair. But he was off limits, your student’s father, practically 3 times your age. You couldn’t have these stupid schoolgirl feelings for him. No, this was inappropriate, and you knew better.

Maybe it was sympathy, maybe it was just a desire to break the silence, but a sudden urge to talk to him overcame you. But some part of you, that one that cared about Ellie and the other kids in Jackson more than anything, was telling you that you just had to go and speak to him. You had to see what he was doing here and if he was alright.

“Excuse me, Jean,” you said quietly as you touched her shoulder and began to walk over to Joel.

“Joel,” you said, trying to sound casual.

His eyes lingered for a second too long at your face. You wished you had time to touch up your hair or wear some more makeup. Maybe then he’d finally say more than three words to you at a time, but this was the best it was going to get.

“You checking on Ellie?” You asked, standing beside him casually. Neither of you were facing each other, you were both facing the dance, watching Ellie.

Joel nodded. He was a man of few words. You weren’t sure what is was about that that did something to you, but it made your chest tight and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be like that in bed. Jesus, stop it, you thought to yourself.

“Apparently she’s having the best night of her life,” you replied, a smirk drawing across your face. This caught his attention now, and he raised an eyebrow.

“She said if you showed, she’d bolt out the back,” you said, smirking.

Ellie was now doing some bizarre interpretive dance with her friends, Dina and the others. She laughed so hard she had to grab her stomach and lean forward. You could’ve sworn you saw a small smirk appear on Joel’s lips but it faded quickly.

“I hardly ever see her in town…” Joel began, slowly easing into the conversation. “Reckon I’d stop by…”

“She ignores you or something in public?” You asked, obviously meaning it as a joke. But Joel just gave you a cold, sincere look.

“Most times…” His voice caught quieter now.

You ran your hand over your lips and cold nose, taking a deep breath before you responded.

“Well…she’s a teenager, Joel, it’s what they do. I bet you and I were both like that at the same age,” You replied.

“Hard seeing her grow up is all…”

You brush your hair to the one side of your face, You sniffle, realizing just how cold it is in the hall with the main doors opening and closing constantly. Joel turns to look at you, his eyes are focused on your movements. It’s not creepy, and it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Joel just observes you for a moment longer than anyone else would.

“Ain’t you like 25?” He asked, his head now quipping to the left of him so that he was facing you. He looked curious at first, but then shook his head in embarrassment.

“I-I meant no offence, it’s just that… well… weren’t you a teenager not too long ago yourself?” He asked.

You chuckle, now warming up to being around Joel. The butterflies that were once embodying you have now subsided, and you inhale quickly before responding.

“24…” You start, ensuring that he has the right age. “And yes I had to grow up fast, just like I’m sure Ellie did. The only difference is that I ended up in Jackson by the time I was like…18, so I didn’t know there was much to life besides FEDRA and survival.” You reply honestly, which piques Joel’s interest.

“Didn’t know you were with FEDRA,” he replies. His brown eyes are soft, compassionate. It’s then that you notice the black t-shirt he’s wearing and how it hugs his frame so nicely. If you were to inch in more, you would’ve been able to smell that woodsy cologne he’d put on more properly, but you didn’t dare. This was a family event, after all.

But you did wonder why he put it on. He wasn’t exactly a sociable man, and it’s not like he had a wife. Did he wear it for himself? Surely not for Ellie. Was it for you? No, that seemed ridiculous.

Joel tugged at his belt. He needed his hands to be busy, like if they weren’t, they might do something reckless.

“My parents were in FEDRA, then they died. Was on my own for a while until Tommy and the gang found me hidden in some cabin over by Crawford’s Lake,” you say.

Joel’s gaze is now focused on you, taking in every ounce of meaning behind your words. He even seems to be less tense, his shoulders now loosening, and he’s stopped fidgeting with his belt buckle.

“I’m sorry,” he replies, his voice soft, and there’s a slight twang in his words.

“S’alright, it brought me here to all of you.”

You give him a warm smile, although Joel’s a rather tough one to crack. You realized you don’t feel so nervous anymore. You had started to open up to being near him, close enough that you could smell the cedar pine and firewood against his jacket. You could smell hints of rosemary and whiskey. He smelled amazing, so amazing that you had to cross your legs slightly to stop the arousal that was growing in your jeans from overcoming you.

This was a fucking family event, and you needed to get a grip on yourself. This wasn’t the time to fantasize in your bed at night.

But then you could see from the corner of your eye how Joel had looked down at your crossed legs. He sighed deeply before he cleared his throat and crossed his arms. He turned back to face Ellie and the others, dancing. He was exceptionally quiet, almost uncomfortably so.

His arms were crossed, jaw tight. Watching Ellie.

You stood beside him, close enough, your shoulders nearly brushed. He didn’t speak, not yet, but he didn’t move either. Like maybe he was waiting. Or maybe he just wanted you to piss off.

You could feel that it was getting uncomfortable, how long you’d stood there beside Joel. You figured it was time to return to Jean and others until Ellie had stirred up a bit of a commotion over by the band.

“You can play the song… come on… pretty please…” Ellie begged, placing her hands in a prayer position. Dina and a few others were trying to pull her back.

She was drunk. Great.

When her one friend pulled her backwards, Ellie stumbled over their feet and tripped, falling onto the ground. The band stopped completely now, and all eyes were on Ellie. You didn’t think twice as you quickly jogged over to Ellie. Joel did too.

“Ellie, come on, let’s get you up,” you said, brushing hair behind your ear.

“I got it,” Joel replied coldly. His soft brown eyes from earlier were now darker. He looked at you as if this were somehow your fault.

You stepped back as he helped Ellie out, arm slung over his shoulder. Eyes and whispers followed them. Joel’s voice was shaky but firm as he spoke to everyone.

He turned just enough to be heard.

“Ain’t nothin’ to see. Move along.”

Your vision began to blur, your eyes grew hot. She was your student, after all, and this was your idea to host this, plus you had no idea how she ended up drunk. You turned back, glancing at all the faces in the hall as they looked to you for reassurance or words of encouragement.

“Alright, everyone, we can wrap it up for the night. Thank you for coming out!” You tried to sound positive and crack a smile, but internally, you were an embarrassed mess. I’ll see you all on Monday,” you said to the rest of the kids.

The band started to slowly pack up, and other students groaned as they reconnected with their parents, and others started to mingle with their peers as they began to help clean up.

You waited until the eyes on you lessened, and then grabbed your jacket and hat, quickly making your way out through the front door.

The snow crunched under your boots, sharp and loud in the quiet night. Each breath burned cold in your lungs as you neared Joel’s place. They had to be inside by now. You stopped twice as you made your way over, wondering if you should head back. Or maybe just walk all the way home. But then you remembered your responsibility to Ellie, and quickened your pace, walking up Joel’s porch and knocking on the door before your anxiety could overcome you.

You could hear some commotion inside, and it took a while for someone to answer the door, but eventually someone did. Joel.

He was out of breath, and a little dishevelled and stressed. There were beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, and his forearms were peeking out as he leaned against the door frame.

“Ain’t a good time,” he said flatly.

“I know, I know, but I had to make sure Ellie was alright,” You replied, sincerely meaning every word.

“Look Joel… I feel responsible, but I swear to god I don’t know how she got the drinks.” You said. Your brows creased into a pleading look, and you bit your lip gently as you played with the buttons on your jacket nervously.

Joel sighed, closing the door, then stepped closer on the porch.

“She’s real drunk,” he said, voice even, low. That much we both knew.

You nodded, eyes stinging.

“I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve had eyes on her. On all of ’em. I didn’t think—”

Joel cut you off with a look, tired and sharp.

“Yeah. Well. You didn’t.”

Your stomach twisted. You could already hear the whispers waiting for you tomorrow. And Joel? He clearly wasn’t a fan of yours tonight. Maybe he never would be.

“I understand,” you replied, although your heart felt heavy. You shook your head and started to turn around. “I won’t bother either of you no more…”

“Wait…” Joel’s gruff voice started, and you turned your head back around to face him, now standing at the bottom of the porch stairs.

“Suppose it wasn’t all your fault…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck lazily.

“I’m no good with the kid. Should’ve watched her better.” Joel couldn’t even meet your gaze as he admitted the truth. His honesty surprised you. Joel wasn’t exactly known for fessin’ up in Jackson. Or speaking full sentences, for that matter.

“Is she… asleep at least?” You slipped your hands into your jacket pockets, the cold starting to settle into your fingertips. You’d rushed out of the hall too fast to remember your gloves.

“Yeah… she crashed the second I put ‘er into bed,” Joel replied. He licked the inside of his cheek, looking at the floor, around the street, anywhere but directly in your eyes.

“Reckon she’ll have quite the headache tomorrow,” he carried on. You scoffed.

He scoffed too.

And just like that, the tension cracked, just for a second. You’d both been there before. Maybe more times than you’d admit.

“You wanna… come in for a drink or somethin’?” He asked. The question baffled you instantly. Joel wanted you to come in for a drink? Were you dreaming? You had to pull yourself together quickly because, as much as you were about to say yes, you wanted to not sound desperate or needy.

You wanted Joel to want you more than you wanted him.

“Oh I don’t wanna bother Ellie if she’s sleeping..” you started, although you were instinctively already taking off your hat.

“Not in the house darlin’, I was thinkin’ more like in the garage,” he said, grabbing his flannel like it was the easiest decision he’d made. Darlin, you thought. Had he slipped the word out by accident? Or did he just so happen to call everyone that?

“Isn’t it… cold in there?” You asked, figuring it had to have been below freezing in there with the snow you’d been having lately.

The snow pattered gently on the ground, onto your hair, and against your eyelashes.

“I got a heater in there,” Joel said matter-of-factly. You nodded, figuring as much with how much time he spent in there throughout the year.

You followed behind him, his boots crunching into the snow with every step. It felt oddly surreal, walking into the garage you’d walk by every morning. Almost illegal even. Which seemed ridiculous, but it truly did.

Once you stepped inside, you saw the wooden table, covered in wood chips and tools and half completed sculptures. There was a measly couch against the back wall with a few posters lying around. There was a small kitchenette on the left side, and the heater was large, prompted up on the left side. The warmth of the heater hit your cheeks like a ton of bricks, and it stung from how cold you were. It was strangely warm and comforting for a garage. The worst part of it all? It smelt a lot like Joel. All carved wood, sandpaper, cologne and pine. It was driving you crazy.

Joel took his jacket off, revealing his wide biceps and black t shirt once more and tossed it against the couch arm. He sat down with a sigh, elbows resting on his knees, hunched slightly forward. You stood there awkwardly in your coat, waiting for Joel to tell you what to do.

“Just toss it on the couch, don’t worry bout it,” He said, his voice gruff. You did as told, revealing your red long sleeve and jeans once more. Although this time your shirt clung to your body tighter because of the cold, and you didn’t have to look down to realize your nipples were peaking through your top. Joel coughed, eyes flicking to the side like he hadn’t just seen what he saw. Like he didn’t want to.

“Uh so… drinks, right?” You asked, trying to break the tension. You were quiet, but Joel was a million times quieter. It made it hard to know whether he ever flirted or not.

“In the fridge,” he stated, pointing at the fridge in front of you. You walked over and grabbed a beer, which was coincidentally the only drink in the fridge. No surprise there. You tossed him one, and he slowly opened it, and you both took your first sip in silence.

“You can uh… sit down if you want,” he said shyly, looking over at the room on the couch near him. You smiled softly as you sat on the opposite end of the couch.

“Do you… like teachin’?” Joel asked, clearly breaking the silence.

“Well I know it’s nothing like how schools were back in 03’, but it’s fun. They keep me motivated. Ellie especially.”

“She ain’t too much of a bother, I hope?”

“You mean besides tonight,” you shuffled your knees closer to him, almost instinctively, and take another sip of your beer. “The girl’s alright.”

Joel nods, but you can tell he’s just trying to come up with what to say next rather than actually process what you’ve just said. You’d never met anyone this awkward, not even the horses back at the Jackson stables.

You figured he would just say something about the snow, or his sculptures, or Ellie again, so when his next words came out of his mouth, you damn near spit out your beer.

“Why’re you always watchin’ me when you walk by every morning?”

“What?”

Jesus he noticed. Joel actually noticed that.

“I know I’m older but… I ain’t blind. So… what is it? You got a problem with me or somethin’?”

“No… no Joel not a problem…”

“I too loud?”

“No you’re not loud…”

Joel huffed, now leaning backwards, legs spreading as he placed his arm against the top of the couch as he faced you.

“What then?”

You swallowed hard. Was it the right time to be honest with him? Would it draw him closer to you, or would he just kick you out of this garage for good? He was so oblivious to the obvious answer, it was almost sweet. For someone considered to be Jackson’s number one fighter, it surprised you he was so painfully socially inept.

“Do I really have to say it out loud?” Joel raised an eyebrow. You sighed.

Just rip the bandaid off, you thought to yourself.

“You’re a handsome man, Joel. It ain’t like you’re bad to look at,” you began, your eyes now roaming over his torso and stomach that peaked every so slightly through his t-shirt. His eyebrows raised at this comment and he scoffed, shaking his head leaning back once more.

“I ain’t handsome, I’m pushin’ 60 darlin’.”

You scanned your eyes over his body once more, now making it more obvious. Joel caught on as he furrowed his brows at your gaze. Of course he caught on. He was relatively easy to toy with and you liked that about him, but you playfully wondered to yourself just how submissive he really could be. The idea was too good to put to rest.

So you shifted yourself closer to him, enough that your knee brushed with his. His eyes widened at the sudden touch and his eyes frantically looked at yours, back at your chest and then back to your lips. Joel’s knee was touching yours. He didn’t move it away.

“You know Jean?” You asked, feeling more confident with every sentence you spoke.

Joel’s eyebrows creased into a confused look.

“From the pantry?”

You chuckled, rubbing your cold nose. “Yeah, from the pantry.”

“Well, she was telling everyone tonight just how handsome you really are. Plus, all the moms seemed to agree with it.” Joel scoffed loudly this time.

“Pfft.”

“No, I’m serious!” you said, grinning.

“One mom said she’d even climb you like a tree!”

Joel whipped his head toward you, eyes wide with something between horror and curiosity.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“Can’t really say I blame them,” you teased, tracing small circles on your thigh with your thumb. Joel looked down at your hand, then back up into your eyes.

There was a moment. It was so tense you could only hear the hum of the heater, and a few drops of water from the sink. His eyes were locked onto yours and slowly, he moved his hand to reach your thigh, now slowly circles against it in replacement of your own.

“You wanna ride me darlin’?”

You shook your head softly, your lips pouting as you met his gaze.

Joel took it as a hint, the clearest one of all and you shifted forward, allowing his hands to meet your hips as he carefully guided you onto his lap.

His face was inches away from you now, and his large hand casually made its way to the base of you head, grabbing a handful of your hair as he caressed you. He took in every inch of your face, but something was holding him back.

“Christ… you’re young…” Joel trailed on, looking at your chest, your neck and back to your eyes.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said in a hushed gruff voice.

You straddled him gently, not enough to set him off but enough to feel him stir underneath his dark jeans. He groaned at the feeling. This man was so touch starved. And so were you.

“Joel… we need to do this.” You were practically begging now, whining with each word and each straddle.

“It’s dangerous sweetheart,” Joel said, although his hands didn’t match his words. He moved both hand to the base of your stomach, toying with your jean zipper, slowly unzipping them. His eyes remained locked on your torso, he didn’t dare to meet your gaze.

“What? You fucking Ellie’s teacher?” You teased him by pulling your shirt up over your head, revealing your bra, one strap was already hanging down your shoulder.

Joel groaned, nipping a soft bite at your shoulder as he slowly pulled the other strap down. He bite softly at your neck as his calloused hands gently unbuckled your bra, revealing you now half naked straddling his lap.

“If Ellie found out,” he carried on. Although he was running out of excuses and you could feel just how erect he was through his jeans by now.

“She won’t find out.”

He really gave in now, both his hands gripping your tits as he massaged them, moving his thumbs against your nipples.

“Fuck…” Joel moaned, soaking in the feeling. You tossed your hair back, allowing him to appreciate the view.

“So you want me to fuck you baby girl, huh? That it?” He asked, his hands moving to your back, guiding you closer as he mouth moved up to kiss your neck. Joel traced long wet kisses against your neck, moving from one side to another.

You gripped a handful of his hair, closing your eyes from the sensation as you let out soft moans before responding.

“Yes… please I’d like that…”

Joel stopped kissing your neck, and met your gaze once more. His hair was messy now, his lips plump and his brown does eyes were on you.

“You’d like that?” He asked, clearly unimpressed with your response.

“You ever been properly fucked?” He asked. His voice was so deep, so southern and it practically could make your orgasm just on its own. Without warning, his hand tucked itself into your jeans, through your panties and against your clit. He rubbed small circles against your clit, slowly and meticulously.

Joel kept looking at you.

“Only once…” you replied, your breath starting to shake from his touch.

“He get you all wet like this baby girl?” Joel circled two fingers against you more feverishly now. You shook your head.

“N- not like this…”

He pulled his hand out from your jeans, picked you up by your hips and laid you down on the couch. His body was over you now, and you felt submissive to his touch. He slowly guided your jeans down, along with your panties.

You realized just how exposed you were by now and how unfair it was for you to be naked and for him to be fully dressed. So you waited until he got closer and tugged at his black t shirt. His eyes were wide as he look down to his shirt and then back at you.

“Want me to take it off?” He asked. You nodded very quickly. Joel scoffed, but obliged, slowly taking off his shift. He was clearly insecure about his body, he was older, a lot older. But it didn’t scare you away, if anything it turned you on beyond belief.

“Hopin’ I don’t scare you off now,” Joel groaned.

That was the final straw, you needed him and you needed him to understand just how badly. You reach up, grabbing his cheeks and pulled him in tightly for a kiss. His body was pressed deeply against you. His bare chest against your bare chest.

Joel kissed you longingly. You weren’t sure what kind of a kisser he’d be. But he surprised you in the best way. His kisses weren’t short, they were long, and he always parted his mouth just enough to grant your tongue access. Until eventually you did, allowing the two of you to just linger in the feeling of both of your tongues dancing with each other. He pulled away and traced kisses against your neck, down your chest, slowly circling his tongue against your nipple. He kissed your stomach, placing both hands against your hips as he made his way between your legs.

It was bright in the garage but you didn’t care, all you cared about was how good this felt.

“Jesus fuck me…” Joel murmured as he glanced at the wetness between your legs. He place his two fingers against your entrance, and swiped up quickly. So quickly you hardly had a chance to react. You gasped at his brief touch and he groaned as he did it once more.

“Want my fingers inside you darlin’ huh? That it?”

“Y-yes Joel, I want you to finger me.”

“You’re such a good girl,” he pressed down against your stomach with one hand and used his other to insert one finger, followed by two, eventually three. He was warming you up and didn’t plan on slowing down at any minute. He fingered you hard, and although you were moaning loudly, calling out his name between his pulses, Joel was moaning louder than you.

“That’s it, go ahead and touch yourself for me,” he carried on, noticing how your hand kept gravitating to your clit but pulling away. You followed his command and rubbed your clit feverishly as he pumped his fingers into you.

You were getting closer, really close and Joel had started to notice. So he pulled his fingers out and gripped your hips, putting your one leg up to make room for him as he got down on his knees, positioning his head between your legs.

“Christ I gotta taste you…” Joel grunted as he licked your entrance softly, groaning at the first lick. He looked up at you with his doe eyes and you nodded, allowing him to continue.

“Please…”

“Please what baby girl?”

“Please eat me out.”

Joel didn’t waste anymore time, he mouth suctioned on your clit. His wet licks were fast and strong, his tongue was powerful against your folds and he cupped his hand against the base of your ass. He was trying to push himself further into your clit. He was fucking starved for this.

“Fuck…” Joel groaned, his mouth back on your clit.

“You taste…” His tongue was moving quickly in and out of your entrance. You had to bite your fist to try to get yourself to not cum.

“Like heaven baby girl…”

It only took a few more minutes of Joel eating you out relentlessly before he pulled away after hearing your come down.

“How was that?” He asked, as if he wasn’t just nose deep against your clit just thirty seconds ago.

“Fuck me Joel you’re really good at this,” you replied, scoffing a little sweaty now.

“Yeah?” You nodded and he motioned for you to sit down on his lap, but you took the lead this time, slowly unbuttoning his belt.

“What are you…” Joel teetered on, but you shushed him softly.

You pulled him out from his boxers, shocked to see just how erect he already was. The tip of dick was dripping precum, and you graciously accepted it by moving you mouth down and swirling your tongue around the top of his dick before spitting on it and moving your head down more. He slowly moved your head down, moaning out obscenities with each bob of your head.

“Jesus that feels… so fucking… fuck that’s so good…”

Of course Joel was a head pusher.

He pulled your head up after a while, explaining how he wasn’t ready to cum yet and got you to slowly sit down on top of him. You grabbed his dick gently and slowly positioned it into your entrance. As you sat down, you both let out a moan, closing your eyes from the pleasure. You moved up and down ever so slightly at first, until you opened your eyes once more to meet Joel’s gaze. Now you’d begin to move more quickly. Up and down, bouncing against his dick. Joel’s breathing became ragged and his hands cupped your back as he tucked his face into the corner of your chest. He would lean back and grab your tits, watching as you continued to ride him. You were like a drug for him.

“Baby girl I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come!”

“Come for me Joel,” you replied firmly.

And he did, grunting as he nipped at your shoulder. You slowed down your pace, riding slowly against him before removing yourself from his waist.

You casually began to put your clothes back on, Joel did as well but albeit a lot slower than you.

Joel put his flannel back on over his black t shirt and cleared his throat before looking over at you.

“I hope I didn’t uh… disappoint you or nothin’” He said, now back to the usual southern drawl, that low gruff of his.

You gave him a small smile, putting your hat back on.

“I should go check on Ellie,” he replied.

“Want me to come with?”

Joel smiled for the first time.

“I’d like that.”

[fillinforlater]

Two Selfies and a GIF

Male Reader x Naoi Rei

Length: 2341 words

Tags: lovers on vacation, teasing and tempting, public sex, blowjob, overstimulation, face fuck, gagging, standing sex, anal, sweat, body appreciation, anal creampie, thrill of maybe getting caught

TW: sex in a public space, also barely any editing

Inspiration: an ask from quite some time ago

(A/N: I hope this fic makes you say Holy Moly. @writerpeach because he wanted another Rei piece lol)

“Another sunny day! <3 Hope to see you all soon~”

You jump from your bed. Most of the time, you have no clue where the feeling of deja vu comes from, but this one is still palpable. A year ago, you were on vacation with Rei on some warm, small island nation, blessed with endless sunshine and she sent a similar selfie with a similar caption. Her hair was still brown back then, if your memory serves you right. 

Unlike last time however, you can’t dig straight into her cute pussy. Rei is not on the bed beside you, although that’s where she took the picture. In fact, she’s not even in the hotel room anymore. You check the washroom a final time before looking back down on your phone.

“Where are you?”

“By~ the~ pool~”

The phone has yet to disappear in the pockets of your shorts when you’ve already stormed out of the empty hotel room and towards the elevators. Alright, she said something about going to the pool, you remember, but you didn’t even notice that she took the selfie earlier. Hopefully this won’t end in a chase of never ending teases because you missed the moment she was horny and right next to you. 

You jump out of the elevator and across the lobby, both staff and visitors confused by your hurried, hectic behavior given the calm, vacation atmosphere. Your urgent need to feel your girlfriend's body, to see that face, adorned by beautiful blonde hair, with thick lips and a lewd glint in her eyes, it’s easily overtaking your desire of being perceived as normal. 

“By the pool isn’t accurate enough,” you puff and pant while your eyes go over the many, many pools and parasols and people. It seems Rei isn’t in the water or on one of the loungers, so you once again reach for your phone—just to be greeted by a couple of private messages.

“Still need you to fill these cheeks~ or did you mean my other cheeks?!”

The wink, the tongue bite, the v-pose. She can never post this picture or else all those horny fanboys would blow infinite loads to it (not like they aren’t already doing it; don’t kid yourself). It’s sexy, tempting, only meant for you. You know what she wants, what she needs, what you promised her, yet she continues to play with you.

Until suddenly, another message. A third selfie? Even better.

“I hope you remember where this is~”

The changing booths by the pool. The unmistakable brown walls and baby blue curtains. Rei has complained about their design choice on the day of your arrival, now she’s there doing tik-tok-instagram-dance-challenge-thingys, flaunting what you’ve been craving. Needless to say you sprint there as fast as possible, disregarding all the warning signs about slipper tiles or blissfully ignorant tourists. 

You’re on your way to bliss, and nothing will stop you.

Rei sticks out among the few people in the area. Her tall figure, her blonde hair, not a second later and you get a hold on her shoulders and drag her into the next booth. The Japanese girl doesn’t even seem fazed. 

“There you are,” she sultrily says, eyes on yours through the mirror wall. Good heavens, you forgot about that thing. It’s going to be so much fun. With a single swoop you close the curtain and take a closer look at Rei’s fuckable body through the mirror.

“You look to good not to fuck,” you groan and pinch her cheeks, looking at her duckface, mesmerized by how plump her lips are, how good they will feel. Rei winks again and your hand is already past the waistband of your shorts. “Get on your knees, now.”

Rei’s smile is horny when she pulls down your shorts while getting on eye level with your cock, which jumps free and barely, sadly misses her face with the removal of your briefs. Rei spits in her hand and pumps you, focused on every inch of your hot rod. Suddenly, before any annoyance can urge you to do it yourself, she puts you on her lips. A heavy push that sends you back against the wall later, you're inside her and have to bite a lip to not groan out every profanity known to mankind. 

Feel her tongue swirl around your cockhead while an expression of determination forms on her face. You can see that she is already planning ahead on how to make this the best head she’s ever given you. Rei has an amazing bitch face, but it also fills you with thread. You have to surrender to her mouth, her lips, her tongue—now her hands that grab your hips and then—

“Oh, fuck, ouh fuck!”

Rei slams her head back and forth, your cock going in and out almost fully with every single repetition, while she gags and slobbers on every centimeter she forces into herself. A bizarre thing, face fucking herself on you, for your pleasure, yet you are about to wince for mercy. Rei’s mouth is perfect, but it’s all too fast, without warning she grinds the top, then the back of her tongue on your sensitive slit. You leak, you hiss, you struggle to stand or think.

“Re-Rei, t-too much, fuck.”

Rei pops you free from her lips, but they look eager to go back to it and apply even more pressure on your cock. She firmly holds the base of your dick and glares at you.

“Then do it yourself, pussy. Fill my cheeks already.”

It’s like she’s given you the controller to a video game back; though this is vastly superior than anything you have ever played. You pull at her hair, force her to cry out before flailing backwards against the opposite wall of the booth. This time you lay your cock on her lips on your own merit. 

“I’ll make you take that back.”

Pry her slutty mouth open, hope she is ready for impact and make her entire body convulse when you slam your pelvis into her face. The feeling of her tight, gagging throat is a lot different when you're in control, not better, not worse, though you like that Rei can take your roughness so well.

You close your eyes and begin to thrust, rarely giving her time to breathe, never giving yourself time to rest. The generously wet expedition into Rei's throat both feels like finding something new and being at home. A familiar warm feeling and alien sounds, your girlfriend's deepthroats are one of a kind.

Rei is opportunistic, her tongue now out of her mouth, receiving hits by your balls as you continue to fuck her face. It's one of those days apparently, when she is for some damn reason completely enamored with your sac. Maybe she likes the hisses that escape your lips because of the extra stimulation, maybe she is just impatient and wants what's inside of them.

When her already generously big and round cheeks are the biggest and roundest, you finally pull out and let her cough out the pool of saliva, two smaller pools underneath her eyes are also letting loose. You smack her purple-blue lips with your stiff length.

"I thought you could take it," you laugh at a set of coughs by Rei.

"I, hng, thought you'd fill my cheeks.

"Loser."

"Okay, get up."

Cheeky grin on her lips, Rei pushes herself off the ground and you push up something of your own, her tight crop top. You struggle to get the white fabric over her bountiful tits, but she is quick to help you by stretching out her arms high in the air. After a couple of tugs, you see the two massive melons bounce freely—or not. Two laughably tiny patches of silk, connected to each other and Rei’s neck form a bikini that is definitely too sexy for this pool, for any pool. 

“You really wanted to go out there wearing this?” you question, a finger already hooked in one of the patches.

“No, that’s why I’m still here~”

“Then it’s confiscated.”

A single pull and the bikini top falls off as if spider webs held it together. Now they are free, Rei’s magnificent melons, round like her cheeks, soft like her thighs, the nipples stiff like you. Before you give them a squeeze however, you surprise your girlfriend by roughly yanking up her skirt to above her hips. Rei yelps and loses her balance, but one of her hands finds safety on the mirror, mirror on the wall.

“Very unlike you to not go straight for my chest,” Rei teases, her voice still stable though her stand becomes a lot less stable when you get behind her and plant her firmly in front of the mirror. Now she needs both hands to not fall over with how you manhandle her light yet astoundingly thick frame. 

“They will get enough appreciation later.” Put emphasis on these words by nibbling her ear. She trembles in excitement.”I want to hear you say it again.”

“Say what again?” Rei once more teases, as you hook a finger into the flimsy excuse of a thong she’d call a stylish bikini, ready to reveal both her aroused entrances. “Oh, that. 

“I need you to fill my ass cheeks with your sticky load, pretty please.”

So fake, so lewd, yet so incomparably preposterous. The moment her bikini bottom falls down her long legs, Rei presses her bottom against your cock and it takes barely any effort for you to get it inside her. Talking about bottom, you're close to bottoming out, but Rei’s cute yet also growling cry has you scrambling to find something to gag her. You’re still in public, she can’t be that loud. All you find is the pathetic bikini, which you shove into her pretty little mouth. 

“I’m going to fuck you good, but keep it down,” you groan into her ear and give in to the risky, yet irresistible desire to plow her ass. Rei is trying her best, munching and soaking the green in her mouth rather than screaming out your name. You’ll buy her a new, better bikini after this anyways. If she’d ran around in that thing for more than a minute, then you’d need to fuck her the rest of your vacation and that would be—wait, would you even mind that?

You’d do it like this all day long, her wrists in your grasp, her body slightly tilted towards the mirror while you watch her tits bounce with every thrust into her tight back entrance. Rei is at your mercy, only upright because you want to. Each inch you pull out has her scrambling for footing, but you gladly give them back to her, into her, to the point where exactly this has her knees buckling. 

“Fuck you’re so… suffocating,” you mumble, the heat from your crotch spread up to your head long ago. The same goes for Rei: a hand on her freely jumping tits confirms it. Her eyes roll into the back of her head when you roll a nipple in between two lazy fingers. It’s not much, but you swear it made her even tighter and less stable. 

You lift a leg of hers, feel the sweaty meat of her full thigh make your hand sink deep. It reminds you of a pillow, a comfortable bed—now a waterbed because her orgasm is wet. Rei surrenders her beautiful back onto your chest, eyes closed, mouth ready to voice her pleasure but she has to keep it shut. Outside are people, laughing, gossiping, going about their lives. And in here, you recklessly pound in the still sensitive Rei.

It’s incredible how she still relaxes around you, how easy it is to fill her with a girthy cock. Honest to God, it has you tripping, forward, against the cold mirror. Rei spits out her bikini-gag when her hard nubs touch the reflective surface. You’d stop her ensuing moans from escaping her mouth, but you have to hold onto her thigh and breast. There are just not enough hands to touch every perfect part of her body—and her lips are definitely on that list.

Your orgasm is nigh, hence why you thrust frantically, the claps of a nye pelvis on nye ass now also louder than any background noise if someone is close enough. You can already hear the murmurs from behind the curtains. Someone whispers about hearing weird sounds—you have to bust before you get busted.

Rei’s fishnet-covered foot crawls up a wall. Fucking is now easier, so you put in the final gear and reach for her hips to to smash her back into you. Everything is too loud, too lewd; Rei’s expression, your expression, your combined groans, all the sweaty and love juice trailing down your legs—

The connection of your cock in her ass as if explodes on the final thrust you can muster up. Rei’s anal cavity is stretched and now stuffed to the fullest to the point where pulling out will cause a mess of cataclysmic proportions. You have to stay inside her for longer, plug up the cum filled hole as it sluttily clenches around your sensitive cock. 

“Fuck, that was perfect,” Rei groans, her body limp between you and the mirror. You look at her and smile for a second. That round face, adorable, makes for great selfies and family pictures. Mere moments ago, it was drooling and moaning uncontrollably. The duality of Rei.

“Yeah, but how the fuck do we clean this up?” you ask, hands mindlessly on your girlfriend's chest.

“I don’t know, I haven't planned for this scenario. I thought you’d fuck my face and I could swallow it all and then you could fill my ass in the hotel room.”

“Well, we can still do that, but we now need to get out of here.” You try to think for a second before your eyes fall on the fallen bikini thong on the floor. You stop massaging Rei’s breasts and instead reach for her pussy, wet and flushed. “By the way, what was your goal with that ‘bikini’?”

“O-oh, you really don’t like it?”

“It’s just that I wouldn’t be able to help myself but fuck you if you wore that. It’s way too revealing. I don’t want anyone seeing the pussy I fuck and the ass I fill and the tits I fondle—”

“So you want no one seeing me?” Rei moans softly when you rub her clit.

“Yes, cause I love you so fucking much, Rei.”

“Ts, looooser~”

[mattslilies]

Isn't That My Camera - N.S.

"when did you take these?" or... the one where you sneak photos of nick on his camera while he's not looking warnings: none! word count: 665

after multiple years of his youtube career, and many years of practice before that, nick's photography skills were honed and incredible. you often spent hours poring over all of the photos he had taken that week, helping him pick out specific ones for that week's instagram photo dump.

your entire relationship was captured on film, photos decorating your shared apartment, hanging in your bedroom, the kitchen, displayed in frames in the living room. photos of your pets were one of your many lockscreens, and nick continued to take little mini photoshoots of them.

home movies sat under the television, so many tapes of moments you'd shared together permanently etched into a video that you can play back for years to come.

so, cameras laying all around your home was a common sight. nick would often place one down, walking to another room, and circle back in a few hours to get the film off of it.

he'd done that a few hours ago, leaving his favorite digital camera on the coffee table, having wandered off to his bedroom with a farewell kiss to edit the new friday video.

you knew he would be back to grab it once he was done, but a smile spread across your face as an idea came to mind.

he loved capturing your relationship on camera, why don't you leave him a small surprise for him to find the next time he checks his camera?

picking up the camera, you began to take silly photos of yourself, and your dogs, your genuine laughter and happiness shining through the lens.

sneaking up to his room, you noticed that he had left the door open, and you snapped a few pictures of him editing as well, thinking that his focused face was absolutely adorable.

backing out of the doorway before he could turn around and notice you, you wrapped up your small modeling session, making sure to place the camera back down in the exact same spot, returning to the show you were watching on tv.

enough time had passed that you had almost forgotten about the surprise you'd left for him, until you heard him meander down the steps, easily finding you on the couch.

"hey! did you finish editing the video?"

he slumped down next to you, dramatically laying his head on your shoulder.

"yeah. i don't know why i do this to myself."

you ruffled his hair, laughing.

"i did remind you to edit it yesterday, baby."

he groaned, choosing to not give you a response. instead, he reached to grab the digital camera, smiling.

"hey, i forgot i left this down here!"

"yes, you did. i thought about bringing it up to you, but you seemed busy, so i waited."

he stood up, brandishing the camera.

"i'm gonna go transfer these photos to my laptop. there might be some good ones for the photodump tomorrow on here."

you smiled, voicing your agreement.

"sounds good, baby. take your time, i'll be down here when you're done."

silence filled the living room, with the exception of your television, as nick disappeared back to his room. you were scrolling through your phone, waiting on his reaction, but yet it still startled you.

"when did you take these?!"

he yelled from upstairs, only raising his voice to be heard, not because he was angry, and you smiled, getting up to walk to him.

when you got to his room, he had swiped to the ones of him editing, and he spun around in shock.

"when did you- how didn't i notice-?"

"you were quite focused, babe. trust me, i didn't think i was going to get away with it, but you were encaptured with the editing software. adorable, by the way."

he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he swiped through the rest of the photos, smiling at the ones of you and your pets.

needless to say, some of those photos on the digital camera definitely made it into the friday photodump.

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[atinycelery]

Which one's better, left or right?lol. Drew the right one first actually then didn't like it

The blue flowers in the final pages are forget-me-notes 😏

Edit : me, asking a question, :

People, reblogging and liking without answering the question :

I forget sometimes this is how it is

A. J Lockwood's resident at 35 Portland Row! Ignore the smudge! Ignore the smudge! Spent 1 hour or so drawing and coloring the house only to ruin it finally with the yellow marker lol. I wanted to have like sunlight on the house but forgot i should've waited for the ink to dry 😆

Also needless to say, my drawing lines skill w/o ruler sucks

Recently I bought some acrylic markers for cheap and I'm still learning how to use em. It turns out that a lot of people who use acrylic markers are obsessed with drawing and coloring fruits ehe (it's good practice for shadow and shapes ik) so I'm also there with practicing coloring fruits

[xlatrina]

Touchstarved (VN) OC Official Bio

I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF SHFLABIOEDNLWNEPFHPQJPWEJJO

The game is just TOO BEAUTIFUL... The (potential) release date is just TOO FAR... I finally caved in and made a formal OC (T_T)

Her name's Serendipity! I wanted to be sure to type that because even though I included a second version of her name in a sans font for readability, I acknowledge that it's tiny, and some people might want somewhere else to look and easily catch her name (if the more elaborate font I used wasn't readable to the potential viewer).

Anyway, for her fatal flaw, I debated between her stupid overzealousness unbridled bravery and her horrendous hypocritical behavior for a looooonnngggg while, lol. I imagined that despite supposedly coming from a land known for some of the gentlest philosophies toward life, she's learned to use violence to get what she wants. Because of her childish belief that someway, somehow, she can get her way no matter what, she decides (at some point) that leading with violence can be acceptable --so long as she's not just... going around and whacking people, right? ...Right?

Needless to say, she HATES when people point out her hypocrisy. Her favorite and most irritating response is always:

"Do as I say, not as I do!"

Sometimes, she inadvertenly competes with Leander in a battle of charm. Both of them are the "Charming Leader" types in their own ways --with Leander leading a huge band of thugs professionals and Serendipity leading her devout followers who continue to devote themselves to her philosophy even after her dismissal as a priestess. Although, Leander seems to always win --perhaps because he can be much more accommodating as compared to Serendipity who just can't help always wanting it her way...

Thus, here, I present my Unnamed!Ex(?)-Priestess!OC, Serendipity!

EDIT: you know… my stupid ass forgot that the MC is supposed to have wrapped fingers, so… LET’S JUST SAY SHE WANTED TO TAKE THE BANDAGES OFF FOR HER LITTLE PHOTO 😭😭 and let’s just kindly ignore how slightly OOC for the canon Touchstarved MC that is… 😅🤪

[jaeminvore]

Volleyball for Dummies (In Love Edition)

CHAPTER 15: Congratulations, Manager Lee.

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Mark felt he had run a marathon once he reached the front door, out of breath.

He had to re-read the conversation multiple times just in case. To check if it wasn’t his delusions bleeding into real life, but hearing Chenle nagging him to get a move on—in between colorful expletives and handful of threats directed to his skull—quickly snapped him out from the beginnings of a downward spiral.

Ever since he joined the team, he’d already been hanging on by a thin thread and now wasn’t really the time to snip it himself.

Why is she here?

Mark initially thought that it was kind of odd to see Y/N out and about this late—well, late by his standards since he always made it a point to be home before nine. Then again, this was Y/N, and it was kind of an unspoken thing that she was a little bit of a wildcard. She moved like she was given carte blanche for life, not really minding any oppositions so long as she gets what she wants.

Mark had seen it on the court too and somehow, the girls still followed through. Needless to say, it was one of the many things he liked about her. A go-getter for sure. And It must be important if she had the time to make the trip over here. At night, no less.

Although Mark knew what was waiting for him on the other side of this door, obviously, still, nothing could have prepared him from the sight of Y/N waiting patiently on their porch, decked in her usual choice of athleisure and—oh.

Oh.

Y/N was wearing his sweatshirt.

He almost forgot about that. Her hoodie was proven to be a good replacement, if its whereabouts slipped from his mind.

The sight alone had his insides twist and turn at such a rapid rate that Mark was sure he was going to spit up the warm, messy goo composed of his ever growing feelings for the girl and the barely thought out confession that’d been brewing in his head for God knows how long.

Or, you know, actually vomit from pure nervousness.

Mark (thankfully) ended up not doing any of the most embarrassing things he could do in front of Y/N, and instead smiled once catching her eye. Smiling always seemed to reinforce a positive chain reaction and Y/N linked seamlessly with a coy grin of her own, entire frame relaxing.

“Mark, hey,” she greeted, eyes still twinkling despite the dimly lit porch. “I’m not like, bothering you or anything, am I?”

“No!” Mark winced, “no, you’re never a bother,” he followed up, voice leveled and reassuring. “But—um, what are you—what are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you here or anything! It’s just… so sudden.” He finished the piss-pour reply with an awkward laugh and wanting the ground to open up so it could swallow him whole.

She had been in his room, for fuck's sake, why was he so skittish?

Though it didn't seem like Y/N sensed the awkwardness. She never did, seeing she easily dissipated the imposing atmosphere with a good-natured laugh. It was a soft, airy sound. A stark contrast to how she carried herself, though Mark guessed the sharp, shark-like grin balanced everything out.

“I just wanted to see you—” then she looked thoughtful for a moment, before her face returned to its usual brightness. “—again.”

It’s so cute, Mark thought, that he could see her whole thought process just by looking at her face. Every twitch of her lips, the furrowing of her eyebrows and how her nose scrunches sometimes. So, so cute. He wanted to see it all.

“Also! I wanted to give you something.”

At that, Mark’s eyebrows shot up high, relaxed, then knitted together as he tilted his head. It couldn't be the sweatshirt, right? Y/N had her times of shamelessness sure, but he didn’t think she was that shameless enough to strip.

“Don’t you want to come in first?” Mark suggested, just in case he was right in his assumptions.

Y/N shook her head, the grin dimming down into a more demure curl of her mouth. “No,” she said as she unhooked the gym bag she’d been carrying. It fell to the ground with a dull sound and Y/N followed, dropping to a squat and unzipping it. “It’s okay. I’ll be quick anyways. The girls are expecting me home soon—here!”

She now stood to her full height, with something crinkling in her hands, “you’ve been our manager for almost a month now and I just realized you don’t have your team jacket yet.”

A confused noise slipped through his lips, “we have a team jacket?”

“Uh-huh. You’ve never noticed Dejun and Ten wearing them?”

Mark wrinkled his nose, “I honestly thought they just liked to match.”

His entire face heated up when she laughed, “oh you’re absolutely precious, Markie.” His face was burning hot at this point. The compliment (?) was one thing, but being addressed by a cutesy nickname Y/N took it upon herself to give him almost had his heart lurching out of his chest.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he sulked as he gently took the jacket from her. “I really didn’t know team jackets were a thing.” He knew that each Volleyball team and their respective coaches had their own custom made track suits and all, but he didn’t think it extended to the managers, too.

“I’m not. I promise,” she giggled. “I just think it’s cute.” Under all of the embarrassment coiling around him, Mark still had the strength to scoff, earning an amused huff from Y/N before she cleared her throat. “How about you try it on for me?”

It sounded easy enough, but trying it on under the guidance of the setter was a little imposing. Still, she asked and it was kind of Mark’s job to listen and cater to any of the girls’ athletic needs. And how coincidental that Mark held Y/N above everyone else that perhaps he was willing to make himself look like a fool in front of her.

(As if you hadn't done that before, snarked a voice in his head).

He wore the jacket as he would normally. Looped his arms through the sleeves, humming at the smooth sensation of the material brushing against his skin. He fiddled with the collar for a brief moment until leaving it to naturally rest and zipped it up half-way to gauge the fit.

“It fits perfect,” Mark murmured, mostly to himself as he stretched out his arms. The sleeves ended just shy of the first knuckles of his thumbs. Not too long, not too short for his tastes.

“Hang on, lemme just…”

All Mark could do was blink once, twice, three times when Y/N shuffled closer into his space, tensing when warm hands smoothed down the jacket until one of her hands found the zipper.

Y/N smiled to herself as she pulled it up higher, eyes trailing along before it strayed to the side. Curious, and on the verge of passing out because holy shit she’s so close!—as if he didn’t jump onto her earlier—Mark followed her line of sight and there he found her eyeing the embroidered ‘Manager’ just above where his heart was.

“Congratulations, Manager Lee,” she said, voice soft as her nimble fingers slowly traced the embroidery. If she could feel the thunderous beating of his heart, she didn’t comment and instead, peered up at him with the sweetest of smiles.

“You are now officially part of the team.”

"Yeah," Mark breathed out, and letting Y/N take another piece of his heart into the palms of her hands again. Each and every bit of it was hers to begin with anyway, yet she was able to find more and more. And Mark would always let her take and take, and hoped she'd let him do the same someday. "thank you for having me."

Y/N's eyes twinkled. "And it's good to have you, Mark."

One of the requirements of a manager was to have a keen eye. Managers weren’t as important as the coaches that oversaw training, but they were an integral part of the team whenever it involved the wellness of each athlete. Having keen eyes meant that watching was essentially what Mark had to do. He had to be attentive and attuned towards the well-being of the team and act quickly at the faintest signs of discomfort he might catch.

Consequently, that’s what he had been doing even before taking the managerial position. He had always been watching. It’s all Mark could do really, but he supposed it was better than nothing.

The ‘02’ on the back of Y/N’s jersey had been all sorts of intimidating. The sight of her back alone made it seem like she was unreachable, shining the brightest even among the handful of star-players that were with her on the court.

Like now, all Mark did was watch with a wry smile as Y/N said her goodbyes, turning her back to him as she hopped down the wooden steps leading away from the house.

Just like that, Y/N was out of reach once more, leaving him to simply orbit around her until the chance of being closer comes around.

However, just as Mark thought to head inside for the night, Y/N turned around with a blinding smile and waved.

“Talk soon, Mark!” She hollered.

“Yeah!” Mark smiled to himself with a hand above where hers rested moments ago. “Talk soon!”

As Mark sat on his desk, gazing at the team jacket hung up on his door with faraway eyes, something told him that maybe, just maybe Y/N wouldn’t mind looking back at him every once in a while.

a/n: i wish mark lee was real 💔

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[lologoinsolo]

SINCE ITS WIP WEDNESDAY, I figured I’d get to do my first one on here! (Excuse me while I scream, I love my little milestones)

Coming Up (hopefully soon):

Sweet Treat— Kyle x FemReader, Fluff/Angst/Mourning NOT YET FINISHED OR EDITED

Kyle’s been suffering in silence since Johnny’s death. Everyone has their vices, their coping mechanisms, their reasonings for going about their days just a little more. Kyle hasn’t found his yet. He doubts he will. Simon’s been off, god knows where, doing who knows what. John won’t say anything more than single sentences with empty whiskey bottles at his desk or in his drawer. Needless to say, he’s alone in this. Alone in figuring out how to move on — can he though?

When was the last time he slept or ate good or had a dream that didn’t turn to a nightmare? He can’t remember. Doesn’t want to remember a time before his best mate took a bullet to the head. He’ll still hear Johnny’s laughter, his stupid jokes, his annoying accent. The halls on base are quieter than they’ve been, like the walls also miss what can’t be brought back.

Kyle’s no stranger to losing a soldier but he never thought he’d lose a friend. He knows Johnny would be mad about the way he’s deteriorating— at the way they’ve all deteriorated. Probably would offer to take him to this bakery he’d rave about all the time for a pick me up. The man used to gorge himself on cream cheese danishes, cupcakes with intricate swirls, even managed to stuff a tiny cake down his throat before running laps. Price would catch him all the time with paper bags full of goods, goods that were then used as bribery. Price may or may not have taken the bribes but Simon would sometimes have crumbs stuck on his mask. He never did say just where those crumbs came from.

But maybe that’s why he’s standing in front of the bakery Johnny loved so much. Hoping to catch a glimpse of what his friend saw in this place. Maybe even bring some pastries back to John and Simon. It’s quaint— charming in its own way. It looks actually more like a cafe but not many people are sitting, well actually there’s no one in here. There’s a hefty, sturdy looking shelf with loads of books, good enough to be a small library. Perhaps the owner of Sweet Treat decided to switch things up in the process… or maybe Johnny forgot that this could be a cafe/library establishment. He tended to do that. Used to…

“Good morning!” The small chime rings above the door, you greet him from behind the counter. Your smile looks as sweet as the pastries and cakes in the glass Kyle notes. He wonders if you’re the one that made all of them. Might be from how there’s flour dusted in your apron. “How are you doing today?” Terrible.

[mousathe14]

So as I mentioned before, Young Justice was interrupted by a whole “Sins of Youth” event where everyone’s ages were screwed

So I thought we were going to the next pillar of Young Justice but I forgot that in-between we get the Justice Society.

So Doiby Dickles (current member of Old Justice) is ex-driver/sidekick of the Golden Age Green Lantern, Alan Scott. He is the one who had the age gun that got fired at the same time as Klarion the Witch Boy’s magic.

This combination is why Zatanna and the Wizard Shazam weren’t able to turn anyone back.

So Doiby is taking the Justice Society to space so he can go back to the planet where he got it from his alien girlfriend.

As you may recall, the Justice Society are sort of the elder statesmen of the DC superhero community (If you want to consider being in your 40s or 50s being elder, and some of the adults aren’t even that old and could reasonably become teenagers like the Justice League).

So despite some of the technicalities, the JSA gets turned into children rather than teens. Except for Stargirl, the teenager, who gets turned into an adult. There is a method to the madness.

So this is going, uh… Poorly. Stargirl has basically become a babysitter to somewhat superpowered brats.

So the thing is that just from loving Superheroes my entire life I know of at least most of these guys in some capacity. But there are some exceptions.

I know who Hourman is but I didn’t know there was an android version, which is what threw me off,

I’ve never heard of “Sandy The Golden Boy”, or whatever his real superhero name is supposed to be.

I also don’t know who the girl in the black and green suit on the far left who wants to go home is. The worst part is that her intro name is “Crybaby” so I can’t even make an inferences to look her up by.

For those that may not know based on the names, from left down to right down, we have Stargirl, Green Lantern, The Flash (Jay Garrick), Wildcat, kid I don’t know, other kid I don’t know, Dr. Fate

Atom Smasher, Hawk Girl, Hourman (robot edition), Dr. Mid-Nite, Starman (Jack Knight), Mr. Terrific, and S.T.R.I.PE.(or rather Stripesy which was his old name and now his super suit is a drone), and finally the two members of Old Justice, Doiby(who I’ve already introduced) and Gimmick Girl who is the sister and sidekick of the original Star-Spangled Kid.

I guess once you become a child again they take away your medical license/PhD. We just lost two Drs and a Mr.

Hawkgirl is constantly stealing everyone’s stuff which is pretty funny.

I don’t like how they’re making fun of Hourboy, everyone needs to leave the android alone.

Stripesy is Stargirl’s step-dad so needless to say, this is weird for everyone.

In fact this page is a whole complication of the relationship of the star family.

The original kid-hero Star-Spangled Kid had an adult sidekick, Stripesy here. Stargirl currently has his Cosmic Converter Belt.

Unrelatedly, there was a hero named Starman and Jack Knight is his son and current Starman.

I keep calling her Stargirl here because that’s how I know her but she’s currently the Star-Spangled Kid.

But she’ll eventually inherit the Cosmic Rod from Jack Knight and as a result become Stargirl, the living legacy of two Star-themed superheroes.

Did you get all that? It will be on the test.

It’s complicated, but it’s pretty cool that she gets to be connection between two separate heroes and gets to carry on their legacy.

Though the original Star-Spangled Kid’s sister isn’t really happy with Stargirl taking on his legacy…

Anyhow, once they get to the planet they have dodge the local cops because Doiby Dickles is considered enemy of the state because he and the planet’s princess dared to love each other.

Like, dude had to give up his marriage for a peace treaty between warring planets and all he got was a wanted poster and a one-way trip back to Earth.

There’s too many Justice Society brats to make them participate in a coherent story, so the heart of it is Doiby’s relationship with Ramia and Stargirl proving to Merry the Gimmick Girl that she has earned the right to inherent the legacy of Star-Spangled kid

I don’t know who this golden boy is, but he’s a real narc.

What seems to sell Merry on Stargirl becoming a successor to her brother is definitely the way she watches out for others and is able to be the adult in the room when the moment calls for it.

Unrelatedly I like how she’s able to collaborate with Jack Knight here, those two really are Stars.

How cute, Hawkgirl gave Dr. Mid-Nite his glasses back. She’s learning to be nicer.

Or this is just an exchange for his medical services. He may not be a Dr right now because apparantly they take away your MD when you become a kid, but he still knows how to provide medical assistance.

Awww, they’re all tuckered out.

What a lovely ending to a wild adventure.

Make no mistake, it was wild. Having to keep track of reading all these kids is exhausting. You know we didn’t need the ENTIRE JSA in this Sins of Youth story.

Huh, you know, considering this whole story is about youth, it makes sense it’s focused on Stargirl.

Okay now we can get to the ACTUAL Young Justice members!

[onigavi]

[ayo big warning I'm about to rant here for idfk how long it'll take you to read this ngl-]

Sooo like..your boy was scrolling through Twitter..like an idiot, and got caught up in reading people complaining about strives look and character design n shit and just..did they not like...idfk play the game?! Like I'd get it if it's about the damage or gaining an insane amount of meter off of blocking and being passive, or yk just season 4 in general (I still love you dizzy but wholy fuck when u dropped I wanted to kms) but it's the art style and the direction he went with strive this time... And the way everyone talks about the change is just all "oh he selled out" and dumb shit like that but that just doesn't really make sense to me ig... Cus like thematically there design changes make sense to me. At the start, the games following the original story was dark&weird, and everyone had so many fucking issues (both mental and physical) , so their designs were edgy and dark while still having some life in them, and it made sense for everything that was going on! But in strive, everyone kinda has their shit together.

Sol has jack-o and at the end of strives story, he gets it through her head that he loves her for her and not just the fact that she was a version of his (sorta) dead wife, he stops being the flame of corruption do to asuka [that man for those of you who've only played the older games] and has come to love himself.

Ky steps down from being king, and starts relaxing more, hell that was the blatant reason for his deign that HE says in game! He's no longer the king, why does he need to dress like that anymore! He's trying to relax, love his wife, and be an actual father for once to his son! That he had to give up to protect!! Yes their relationship is still rocky but ky&sin openly care for each other now, and have actual father and son conversations!

The old cast story is over. It generally is. Yes there are still unexplained things, mysteries to be explored and more, but that isn't the older cast story, that's the worlds.

Fuck even in the second dlc story we got, it was about baiken being a basically adoptive mother to Delilah, and giving up on her revenge for not just herself but for the girl shes now basically raising!

Zato is still edgy and that's cus he's dealing with the aftermath of literally being dead! And milia is dealing with self hate, lingering love, and desperate redemption. Fuck the two people who I think still have that edge or people who also need more exploring (aka Leo and pot) Leo for his PTSD and extreme survivors guilt that leads him to rash suicidal fighting and pot, cus well.. idfk I just wanna see him get bigger.

With dual rulers dropping it's becoming apparent that the next generation are the main characters. (Specifically Sin here ngl-) And they aren't born into a world as dark as theain cast, Sin has solved most of his emotional baggage with ky, and is generally a very happy kid, ramlethal is just chill tbh- elphelt (I forgot how to spell her name) is romance obsessed and is chilling, fuck even new characters are mostly chill (i.e the biggest Leo simp giovanna, who's theme song is just her chilling and saying she's got her shit worked out, girl probably has a therapist too) fuck the most interesting character to me is goldlewis cus we don't know much about him. (Giovanna too but yk-)

Needless to say all of this huge thing just boils down to one understand, the main characters have changed, and the world is changing, I personally think that this change in style is very thematic to this change. But I do understand that some people just don't like it, for the sake of not liking it. Though please be kind, and don't call the creator a sell out for making changes.

Thank you for reading this stupid rant! I really should be typing out that fanfic instead, I promised 11000 words out the first chapter and it took me a week to type 1000 T^T

(edit- I reread this to check for errors so here's a little bit more while I'm here)

Outside of the characters lore itself, the change in story's, perspective's, lore and more. The author, the creator. The man himself has changed friends, he went from making an alter ego in high school with a dark backstory and an interesting concept. To making a whole world! A semi-vast story, games that have fun combat, he experimented and is having fun. But did y'all forget he's human? He'd learn and grow from his own stories too. He's changed from the kid making a cool game based off of a rad OC of himself. And the story is shifting based off of his new way of thinking...and truthfully, I'm excited to see what's next

[amysubmits]

My gf wants to be punished by me. She really perks up when I give her an admonishing look, or talk sternly to her. She seems to find my authority and discipline hot.

I do enjoy the idea of punishing her, but more as a sadist. Like, I want to make her suffer — but not because she did anything wrong, but simply because I can. To me, it shows her submission and the power she eagerly gives me, and I find that incredibly hot.

The problem is, I don’t really feel comfortable punishing her for specific transgressions. I think it’s because I don’t feel comfortable with giving her rules. She’s an incredibly capable person who doesn’t need rules enforced in order to function well; she’s up at dawn, punctual, studious, etc. Whereas, I’m actually the one who struggles with things like being on time, being clean, eating regularly… So punishing her for minor transgressions like being late, or sleeping in, or whatever, feels incredibly hypocritical! (Also, it would be so rare. And usually she has good reasons, too, bc she doesn’t fuck up by accident.) I just don’t see how I could ever have the right to expect her to endure a punishment, when she is so good and I am not.

I am also extremely cautious about introducing punishment for more serious things like if she actually “failed” me or hurt me in some way. (Eg. Say she forgot our anniversary, or started an argument and felt bad about that, or was rude / disrespectful to me.) These are more serious issues than a broken arbitrary rule (eg. “Address me by a title” or “Kneel when you enter the room” etc.). In that case, it’s a complex issue; I’d want to press pause, discuss and understand — not jump into kinky sex / punishment stuff. Not to mention, these issues are shared issues; it’s rare that it’s one person’s fault, so it feels weird to me to punish only one person. (And I don’t want punishment for myself; it would probably feel really triggering.)

Plus, she already feels horrible! She is incredibly perfectionistic, and especially in major transgressions, her internal narrative is more like, “I fucked up and failed you.” It feels needless to dwell on it — I want her to be able to make mistakes and know that she’s safe; that “I’m sorry” is enough; to not beat herself up about it. I worry that punishing would draw extra attention to the issue, and make her feel even worse / like it really IS all her fault.

Finally, I guess there is a distinction between punishment and “punishment,” and a lot of this consideration goes out the window if she’s only after the fun, hot kind. That’s worth discussing with her. But even in the fun “punishment” scene, I don’t really know what to punish her for, because we don’t have rules and she’s so good that she doesn’t really need them. I don’t even know what rules she would have, or how to come up with them! (The internet only recommends punishments, but I’ve found relatively little about how to make rules, both serious and fun ones, or the logic behind what is healthy or not.) Btw we’re not in a 24/7 dynamic or anything, we just do bedroom stuff.

Sorry for the long ask; I tried to edit it down but I have so many questions and need help. Thank you!

Hello :)

It sounds like you're pretty solid in your understanding of what you are and aren't comfortable with. It doesn't sound like punishing her for 'serious' infractions, big or small, is something you're open to. And that's totally valid. It sounds like you aren't certain if she's specifically after the serious type or the sexy kind. If she was after the serious kind, she may not like your boundaries, but it sounds like you know what yours are. If you haven't already, I'd explain this all to her similar to how you explained it to me, so that she has a full understanding of where you are coming from. And then whether or not she had initially intended for them to be 'serious' or not, I think these types of interests always link back to our sexuality in some way or another, even if it's kind of indirect. So, I'd wonder if you could find ways within "play" or "scenes" that could let her get to see you be pseudo-stern with her, and that could let you engage your sadistic side. To avoid risking her actually feeling guilty, maybe the 'rules' or 'infractions' would have to be things that are outside of her normal behavior. For example, if you use Sir during scenes and would worry that creating a rule of 'you must always end statements to me with yes sir or no sir during scenes' might make her actually feel guilty if she forgets - then maybe make up rules that are just things that could not possibly be accidental or guilt related, and would just exist as an invitation to play. As a doofy example, you make a ruler that is "No calling me Mr/Ms/Mrs. Babboon" which she has never called you and never (normally) would, so then if she does call you that, it's a really clear invitation to "punish" her. Of course, this is just if this type of play would be within both of your boundaries, but it kinda sounded to me like it probably would be. Perhaps you guys can brainstorm other ways to play with the kinks you have while avoiding those boundaries you have and also avoiding her guilt/perfectionism triggers.

Good luck to you guys. :)

[madbalalaika]

HELL YEAH LOOK AT THAT

I forgot how hard the final battle actually is, especially when you only have one attempt and everyone's lives on the line. Needless to say it was a total mess, even with a strategy in mind, oh but how fun it was! I loved every second of it, and the constant nervous butt cheek clenching was totally worth it!

Sad to end this run, but happy that in the end at least no Gales were harmed and no Astarions ascended, and that's all that matters :D

Now if you'll excuse me I'll be bounding apace to grab my Golden Diceヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ hahaha hahahaha~ ✿

Edit: and on my Birthday, no less! ✨

[avrorean]

during the Blight, did Nanna ever engage in any thievery (since she was giving all her money away to randos and getting scammed at merchants)? What were her thoughts on possessions and stuff, given how Circle mages generally have very little?

Not everybody is as good at handling the chantry board as she is Karen! Whats a handful of silvers in the long run!!

But yes, she did learn to steal out of necessity. Even as their reputation improved among people, Nanna and Alistair were still labeled as an enemy of the state and accused of regicide. Realistically, there'd be people that would straight up refuse to sell to them, and it's also fair to say that there'd be times where funds run low from general circumstance and lack of resources, especially once you start getting into those southern winters. For example, there's a noble who straight up burns the entirety of her crop fields—the kind that spans several acres—rather than let anyone aligned with Loghain potentially have any food. That definitely would have had consequences outside of the war. Needless to say the economy during the civil war wasn't great regardless.

She did her absolute damnedest to never take from people she even suspected were otherwise in need, but this is world saving on a budget. It's a long trek from the brecilian forest to orzammar

But. Some of it was for capital c-Crime. Something you see more in Denerim is you're called on quite a lot to commit crime to help your cause, or that crime becomes more pivotal in helping people(or yourself should you go that route) because you're essentially in the heart of enemy territory. A lot of this doubles once the Landsmeet is called. Nanna got the Dark Wolf title by committing a long string of thievery specifically against either Loghain or nobles that were punching down, and she was able to do that because of having to learn it in more desperate situations.

Edit: I forgot the other half of this question, and skells asked something similar so i'll go more in depth there but Nanna is dazzled at having possessions. She had only just been elevated past apprenticeship where you're given a first taste of the carrot on the stick, ie having her own room and a ring and her own staff. But then she goes outside and gets...money? And other clothes? And just whatever she picks up, she can keep? Amazing.

[nightmaremonarch]

i think most link’s would be flat earthers. here’s a game by game analysis on whether or not that link would be a flat earther

edit: this is based on a mix of their education, experiences, technological advances, and relative historical period... most of them definitely would have the resources to tell the earth is round! but they got the triforce of courage, not wisdom ^_^

skyward sword link - mf lives on a flat floating rock. of course he’s a flat earther. probably thinks the earth below is a big ol floating island too

four swords and minish cap links - grouping them into one because they’re in similar periods. while technology would be advancing i assume it’s probably similar to medieval-premedieval so i think they’d be flat earthers

(edit: i became aware that there were still ways to learn the earth was flat premedieval era but that doesn't change my view... both will still believe the earth is flat.)

ocarina of time/majoras mask - ….he’s my favorite. i wanna be nice. but he’s probably a flat earther. dude has had no formal education. they probably think the world is infinite or smthn…

twilight princess - it would probably be similar to like. gothic to renaissance era. so people in this era probably know by then… that the world is round……. but not link. he sees a map and assumes that’s the shape of the world.

four swords adventures - our first round earther! he absolutely knows the world is round! probably has a formal education too

altp/ooa/oos/la link - bro’s gone everywhere. he’s NOT a flat earther 🙅🙅🙅 VEHEMENTLY defends the round earth.

albw/triforce heroes - different timeline version of the previous link. he is NOT a flat earther!

og link - now. you may be thinking. why would he be a flat earther if they previously had the technology to know that the world is NOT flat? well. legend of zelda is full of WEIRD historical development and WEIRD technological resets (see: the mess that is botw)… and this is one of those cases. he is a flat earther.

ww/ph - “the world isn’t infinite ocean????”

spirit tracks - not a flat earther!!! brother is an ENGINEER. he’s formally educated. they’ve reached an industrial revolution in hyrule and education would have CAUGHT UP.

botw - “why am i separating botw and totk?” because botw link FORGOT EVERYTHING. he thinks the world is flat and infinite.

totk - got in a discussion about it with zelda post botw.

link: (looks at map) how come sailors don’t fall off when they reach the edge here

zelda: ……..pardon ?

needless to say, he’s now a round earther!

FINALLY:

hyrule warriors - “no, wind, the world is not an infinite ocean.”

(formally educated knight, world is round)

thank you for reading.

[cattyanon]

So you guys know how I said I was gonna make an AU inspired by the most recent page of THoaM? Well here's a drawing of Sonic at his angriest in this AU:

He's about as tall as a house and down for murder like this on account of you'd have to piss him off extremely badly for it to get to this (aka the drawing) point. Needless to say it's a very rare sight but since I wanna draw some midway points of the transformation since the mutations depend on how angry he is I thought it best to have a base to work backwards from, ya know?

Anyways a few tidbits of information about this state:

He's also got those clumps of magenta circles on his palms.

Just to confirm, yes his arms are still stretchy.

Despite his tail looking considerably fluffy it's actually sharp.

Dark Gaia energy seeps from his mouth.

The cyan colored parts of his body (not the light blue, to be clear) also glow but I was already at my limit making the magenta stuff glow. >3>

Can't speak actual words at this point, just noises. Unless that word is "Tails" but it's a strain for him and literally the only thing he can say like this.

Edit: I forgot to mention that he only has 4 fingers/claws at this stage!

ALSO since he's such a dark blue it's kinda hard to see some of the details so here's a version of this drawing where he's a much lighter blue: