#like fuck off i’m trying to have fun at this mall why are we playing Samson

[millenianthemums]

i think music acts directly on my brain more than any other art form. hearing a song can change my entire mood instantly. it’s crazy how the right noises can just light up my neurons and suddenly make me feel like i’m in some wild scenario

[teapartyprincess4two]

Could you write about a random morning with Matt as his girlfriend? Sorry if I not making any sense.

Your writing is amazing!!! Have a wonderful day!!!

A Cold Sunday- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Girlfriend!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing, established relationship, a lot of dialogue, very short

inspiration: request^^, A Cold Sunday by Lil Yachty, just the title mostly

summary: You and Matt spend a cold Sunday morning together, snuggling up and keeping warm.

—

Every day of the week was chock full of activities for both you and Matt. Whether it be work, appointments, events, or daily chores; you two rarely had time together during the week. Even Saturdays were hectic for you both, you’d usually only get a few hours together before bed before one of you dozed off.

That’s why you loved Sundays, they were the only day neither you worked and you always made sure never to schedule anything on those days.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Matt croaks from beside you, a lazy arm wrapped around your waist from under the comforter. “Good morning, baby,” you reply, pushing his hair back and kissing his forehead.

“How did you sleep?” you ask, his eyes closing once again as the drowsiness settles back in. “Mmm good,” he hums, nuzzling into your chest slightly.

“That’s good, baby.”

You’re playing with his hair, your mind filling with ideas of what to do throughout the day. The possibilities were endless, especially because your only responsibility was to have fun with Matt.

“What do you wanna do today? We can go to the flea market, go eat some breakfast, or maybe we can try that new coffee shop,” you say in excitement, your cheery tone being too much for Matt this early in the morning.

“What about the mall? The mall could be fun. Ooo what if we have a picnic? We haven’t done that in so long,” you continue, subconsciously braiding strands of his hair as you compile a list of possible activities.

“It’s cold,” he murmurs, the statement being followed by a soft yawn.

Yawns are infectious, causing you to yawn shortly after. “Yeah, you’re right,” you reply, the yawn making it sound more like a roar.

“We can still do stuff…” he trails off, pulling away from you slightly to look at your face. You smile at him, you’re just happy to be spending time with him. “But we can stay in?” Matt suggests, loving the idea of a cozy day in.

You hum in response, already anticipating the cozy day ahead.

—

“Hurry, Matt! I’m cold!” you exclaim, lifting the comforter up so he can hop back into bed. “I can’t! The hot chocolate is gonna spill!” he shouts back, panicking as he tries balancing both mugs so none of the liquid spills over.

You groan playfully, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching for a mug, “here let me help you, you goof.” He chuckles at the nickname, carefully handing you a mug, “be careful, it’s hot.”

“I know, I’m smart.”

You sip the hot chocolate, trying to prevent it from spilling, but the scorching liquid has you pulling away immediately, “Fuck! That’s hot!”

“I just said that,” Matt chuckles, getting comfortable under the covers and pressing play on the movie you two were previously watching. “Shush, it’s good,” you murmur, going back for a second sip.

You settle back against the headboard, sipping occasionally as you watch the movie. Matt blows on his hot chocolate, afraid to burn himself like you did.

He blows on it hard enough for the liquid to spill over the cup. “Oh fuck. I spilled it,” Matt says blankly, looking at you as he tries not to laugh.

—

“Why was that movie so sad?” Matt sniffles, rubbing the tears out of his eyes. You’ve seen the movie a million times before and each time Matt has the same reaction.

“Babe, you know how it ends. How does it still make you cry?” you ask, chuckling slightly at his dramatic behavior.

“Y/n, don’t be so heartless,” he replies, looking at you as if you’re some type of monster. “How does it still not make you cry?”

You take a sip from your hot chocolate, fighting the laughter. “It’s really not that sad,” you say, taking a hold of the remote to find your next watch of the day.

“YES IT IS!”

“Matt, it’s Toy Story.”

“AND? HE WAS JUST A FORK!”

—

You’ve laid in bed with Matt all day, and although you haven’t waisted any energy, you’re really hungry.

“Just order pizza,” you suggest, resting your head on Matt’s shoulder as he orders the food on his phone. “I don’t want pizza though,” he replies, scrolling through DoorDash in search of the next best option.

“Chinese food?” you ask, your stomach grumbling at the suggestion. “Neh, too greasy.”

“Okay, what about Cane’s?”

“Not in the mood for chicken,” he replies, exhausting all his options.

“In N Out?”

“We had burgers last Sunday,” Matt finds an excuse to turn down all of your suggestions. “Just get whatever you want,” you mumble, becoming hangrier by the second.

He stays silent for a while, searching relentlessly for something appetizing, but he can’t find anything.

“I’m just gonna order pizza,” he finally comments.

“Bruh.”

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

Just a short story about a goofy morning with Matt. Enjoy, luv u. Longer stories coming soon, they are COOKING!

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[medusapelagia]

15 The summer camp

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Childhood) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: secretly alien ) Rating: teen and up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: implied violence Words: 1912

Eddie fucking hated the summer.

Yes, fucking, even if that was a bad word, and Wayne would be really disappointed in Eddie but it wasn't his fault if it was the third year Wayne sent him to the stupid summer camp with the stupid kids of the stupid plant for two entire weeks.

Eddie was twelve, he was old enough that he could have stayed home alone, but no, Wayne signed him up for the stupid camp, again. Eddie cried and screamed, he even begged and promised to eat all his greens and not play loud music by night, but nothing convinced Wayne. 

So here he is, sitting in the back of the stupid bus, alone, with his tape player to the maximum volume just to piss Wayne off. He always says that he's going to ruin his hearing blasting music so loudly, but Eddie doesn't care. It's the only way to isolate himself from those mouth breathers.

They all have the same age, more or less, the younger is Jonathan. who is ten, the oldest is Eddie, who is going to be twelve in a couple of months, and in Wayne's opinion that should be enough to have fun. It's definitely not. All those kids wear fancy clothes their moms buy for them at the mall, while Eddie is always wearing second-hand clothes way too big because Wayne says he'll grow into them. So right now he's wearing a very sick Metallica t-shirt that's way too big for him, and a pair of jeans cuffed so many times he lost count.

As soon as they get there the camp counselors are going to divide them into units, or Dens, and Eddie will try to do his best to find a place where to hide and avoid any kind of physical activity the counselors will propose. No swimming, no rafting, no riding, no archery. He has enough books in his backpack to keep busy for the entire duration of the Summer camp.

***

When they arrive, the same smiling faces welcome them. Eddie wonders if it's possible that in three years none of those young men graduated and got a real job. So pathetic. He grabs his bag and waits for the same stupid rituals that will divide the kids into two different groups, when he notices a tiny boy, half hidden behind a tree. He doesn’t remember him from the bus and he’s wearing some clothes that are way too big. His jeans are dirt at the knees like he felt playing through the woods. 

And he’s not the only one to notice him. Andy is pointing at him, grinning with his stupid minions, while four-eyes Alex finally turns and sees the dirty boy.

“Hey, you. Why are you hiding? We are all friends here. I’m Alex, and I’m going to be your counselor. Can you tell me your name?”

The boy seems unsure for a moment, but in the end, he mutters, “Steve.” in the softest voice Eddie has ever heard. 

Alex grabs his name list, reading the names one by one two times before finally finding the boy.

“Steve found you! Our latest addition, huh? Did your parents leave you here alone?”

Steve nods quietly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, they probably thought we were already here, but don’t worry! We are going to have so much fun together this summer." Alex promises, putting a hand on the kid's back and gently pushing him toward the rest of the group.

"Ok, everyone, this is Steve. It's his first year here with us at the Hideout Camp, so give him a warm welcome."

A choir of Hi, Steve, fills the air, while the kid tries to put up a strong face, but Eddie can see tears in his eyes.

Fuck. Those kids are going to tear him into pieces in no time.

Alex and Jacob start to divide the kids into two groups, and Andy, the son of the plant's HR Director, keeps grinning, pointing at Steve. Eddie knows that he's planning some stupid and dangerous prank because he has been his victim in the past years, so when Eddie is assigned to the Moose Den and Andy to the Teddy one, Eddie decides that maybe, for once, he could care about someone else, so the steps toward Steve and shakes his hand, "Hi, do you want to join my Den? I'm in the Moose one and it's very cool."

It isn't. They both suck, but at least Andy isn't there.

Steve turns toward Alex, unsure, but four-eyes winks at him, "It doesn't happen often that someone asks you to join their Den, Steve. It's a great honor."

"Ok. Well. Thank you. I'll join your Den." Steve replies softly, and Eddie doesn't lose any time and drags him far away from Andy.

As soon as they are far enough from Alex, Eddie whispers, to Steve’s ear “Ok. So. Andy is a prick. Stay away from him and you’ll be fine.” 

He doesn’t wait for a reply, he just walks to the end of the line, waiting to get to the last bunk where he could hide and read all the books he wants for the next two weeks, but when he turns the annoying kid is at his side, smiling brightly.

“I’m Steve.”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie snarls back, not interested in the latest.

“You should tell me your name." Steve insists.

"Why should I? What are you? A cop?"

"No, I’m not." Steve replies, scared, staring at Eddie with his huge doe eyes, “I’m just a kid.

"If I tell you my name will you just fuck off?" Steve nods, eagerly, so Eddie sighs, and turning his back he adds, "Eddie."

"That's a nice name."

"No, it isn't. It's a shit name. Now can you leave me be?"

"But… you asked me to join your Den!" Steve protests.

"Only to save you from Andy. Now you know you have to avoid him so we can part ways." Eddie replies, grabbing his backpack and following Alex toward their bungalow. He doesn't turn to see if Steve is following as well, it's none of his business, or so he thinks, until he feels a sweaty little hand taking his and he finds Steve smiling brightly at him.

"We are going to be best friends."

Fuck.

This Summer Camp is going to be hell.

***

Even if it’s his first year at the summer camp, Steve seems to outshine in every game or activity the counselors propose to them: archery, obstacle course, climbing, Steve attends every activity and is always the best, and what's worse, it's that he's always dragging Eddie with him. When Eddie protests that he's not strong enough for the canoe, Steve makes sure they are on the same one and does his best to row for the both of them. And when he complains that he doesn’t want to play water balloon dodgeball, Steve hits him first and Eddie starts running to get his revenge.

At the end of the day, they are tired but happy when the counselor gathers them all around the campfire to share some horror stories.

No, Eddie isn’t happy. He’s living a nightmare. Two weeks are almost gone and Eddie hardly finished one of his books, because every time he hides somewhere Steve tracks him down like a fucking bloodhound and drags him somewhere to do something.

“Why are you always so eager to do stuff!” Eddie complains, resting on the grass, and staring at the sky.

“There are so many things to do! And I want to learn them all! I’m not going to have a lot of time to learn and we are going to leave soon.”

“You live in town, huh? That must be cool” Eddie comments, ripping a blade of grass and starting whistling with it. At the sound, Steve covers his ears, shaking his head, and for a brief moment, Eddie could swear he saw a tail. An honest to god tail! Slim and thin like a mouse tail, but still a tail!

“Steve?!” Eddie asks, looking at him worriedly, but Steve keeps covering his face with his hands.

“Why did you do that?” Steve cries.

“I’m sorry, I was just whistling, I didn’t know you didn’t like it. I won’t whistle anymore,” Eddie promises, throwing away the blade of grass.

“Never again?”

“Never again,” Eddie confirms, and Steve slowly lowers his hands.

“Steve…” Eddie asks while they walk back toward the kitchen to have lunch with the others, “Do you… do you have a tail?” 

Eddie isn’t a scientist but he knows humans have no tails. Still. He saw Steve’s tail.

The other boy looks at him, his eyes wide with terror while he bites his lower lip, “Why are you asking?”

“I think I saw a tail when you covered your ears.”

“A tail? Does little Steve have a tail? Let's check!” Andy says, grabbing Steve's pants and trying to strip him in front of everyone.

“Let me go! Let me go!” Steve cries, kicking and screaming, but Andy and his friends have almost immobilized him.

“Stupid prick! Let Steve go!” Eddie yells, biting Andy’s arm. He will be kicked out of the camp but he doesn’t give a fuck. Steve is his friend and he won’t let anyone hurt him! But they are two against five, and there’s no way Eddie can manage to free Steve. Maybe if he ran toward the kitchen he could ask a counselor’s help. 

Eddie doesn’t even have the time to make a plan that the slim pink tail appears once more and this time it grabs Andy’s ankle making him fall on the ground, then it yanks another boy until Steve is finally free and standing, moving his tail like a whip, threatening the boys to get closer.

“Steve?” Eddie calls, confused, and when the chestnut boy turns his eyes are big and wide, and his skin is a grayish color.

“Steve?” Eddie calls again.

“I’m sorry Eddie. My parents sent me here to learn how to survive your world.”

“In my world? What the hell are you saying?!”

Steve doesn’t have time to reply because a bright light starts to shine above them and when Eddie lifts his eyes a flying saucer is standing above them.

“What’s going on?” Eddie asks, confused and terrified.

“Those are my parents. They came to take me away.” Steve replies, grabbing Eddie’s hand, “But don’t worry. We’ll meet again. I promise. Just… don’t whistle around me, ok?” the kid asks and then he disappears.

***

Years have passed since Eddie’s encounter with an alien, that’s what he’s convinced it was.

None at the camp did remember Steve when Eddie came back and even if he did numerous research about the mysterious boy or other alien appearances he never managed to find proof that it wasn’t just a kid's dream.

In the meantime, Eddie has become a writer, and most of his books are sci-fi books about a hero alien called: Steve.

He’s mindlessly signing some copy of his last novel, the same script with everyone, “Hey, thank you for coming. What’s your name?” and then writing the same custom dedication, “To (insert name). Thank you for being with me during this new adventure.”

Kimberly, Jonathan, Francis, one name after the other Eddie writes the same sentence over and over until a familiar voice makes him finally lift his head.

“Steve. Name is Steve.” 

[bridgertonbabe]

I’m popping this here in case you get the urge

But the great Cluedo incident of ‘19…

I need to know what happened!!

BSSG Group Chat

Penelope: So other than all of that

Penelope: How did you enjoy your first game night @ Phillip @ Michael?

Michael:

Phillip: ⬆⬆⬆

Michael: To say I didn't enjoy a single second of last night would be an understatement

Simon: Yeah sounds about right.

Phillip: I can't lie.

Phillip: I did google how to go about getting a restraining order.

Penelope: Honestly Phil that's fair

Simon: I did the same thing after my first game night with them

Phillip: Did you actually go through with it?

Simon: I really was on the verge of it ngl

Simon: But alas, I knew it would be far more trouble than it's worth.

Simon: And besides I should have known what I was marrying into after my first game of pall mall 💀

Penelope: And look as much as we love you guys, if the events of last night were enough to scare you off we'd completely and whole-heartedly understand if you wanted to go NC with the rest of the fam.

Phillip: Just one question

Phillip: Is it just game nights and pall mall that sets them all off like that?

Michael: Yeah we really need to know now if they're triggered like that by anything else

Michael: Because if so...

Simon: It's only anything competitive that sets them all off in that way.

Simon: You have my word on that.

Penelope: ⬆⬆⬆

Penelope: Yes and they're particularly at their worst when they're playing as a family.

Penelope: They really know how to push each others buttons but none of them know when to draw the line

Michael: Yeah no shit

Michael: I managed to pick up on that last night when I was trying to put out an actual fucking fire

Simon: I do have to say that last night was an all time low

Simon: They really were all at their absolute worst

Simon: Even I didn't think they could collectively be that bad, especially after the Pictionary incident of '16

Phillip: I mean I guess it's somewhat of a relief to hear that last night wasn't just a bog standard Bridgerton game night

Phillip: Though from the way you guys are talking about it and now with the mentioned "Pictionary incident", it seems their game nights are always a cause for concern and never fun in general

Michael: Very that

Kate: What?!

Kate: What are you talking about?

Kate: Of course game nights are fun!

Penelope:

Simon: Kate

Simon: Are you actually insane

Kate: Just because last night got a little bit crazy doesn't mean game nights on the whole aren't fun!

Phillip: A little bit crazy????

Penelope: Kate multiple people had to go to hospital last night

Kate: Yeah and?

Kate: It's not like it's the first game night we've ended up in A&E

Michael:

Michael: What do you mean this isn't the first game night that you've ended up in A+E?????

Phillip: ⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆

Phillip: ???????????????

Penelope: Kate 2 casualties as a result of a Bridgerton game night is to be expected but 9 is still nine more than any of us would like

Michael: 2 casualties...

Michael: 2 CASUALTIES IS TO BE EXPECTED?!?!?!?

Phillip: I

Kate: Omg Pen it wasn't 9 casualties

Kate: The doctors were just covering their arses with keeping most of them in over night

Kate: They were fine

Simon: They had smoke inhalation Kate

Michael: Your husband had his eyebrows burnt off

Penelope: Which is what happens when you and Anthony throw a tandem strop and set the kitchen alight

Kate: Objection!

Kate:

Kate: If you want to point the finger at who caused the fire then look no further than your wife @ Simon

Simon: First of all I wasn't pointing fingers

Simon: And secondly I was too busy trying to stem Greg's bleeding to notice the fire happening or who caused

Kate: Deflect all you want but your wife was the firestarter 🔥🔥🔥

Kate: The number of casualties was only so high because of her

Penelope: God I just hope Sophie's ok

Michael: Yeah ngl she's the only one I'm concerned for

Kate: I'm sure she's perfectly fine

Kate: Seriously you guys need to chill

Kate: I don't know why you're all being so negative about last night

Phillip: HYACINTH BOUGHT A FUCKING SWITCHBLADE TO A GAME NIGHT

Michael:

Kate: Omg why are you so mad?

Kate: It's not like she attacked you

Phillip: Oh and I should be so fucking grateful should I???

Phillip: That after attacking 3 others Anthony wrestled it off of her before she could get to me????

Michael: Who tf even let her have a switchblade in the first place???

Penelope: I did tell Colin he'd live to regret getting it for her

Phillip: And he got it for her because?!?!

Penelope: It was the one thing she asked him for when he was in Japan and he thought she just wanted it for ornamental reasons even though I explicitly warned him that definitely wasn't the case

Sophie sent a photo

Sophie sent a photo

Penelope: Omg Sophie!!!!

Penelope: 😍

Sophie: Everyone, meet Alexander 💙

Simon: Oh thank god, congrats Soph! x

Michael: Aw made up for you Soph, he's a right lil beauty! 😘

Phillip: Congrats Sophie 🤗

Penelope: He's so beautiful 🥰 how did it go?

Sophie: As smoothly as it could be considering he's 3 weeks early

Michael: I have to say Ben's rocking that eye patch

Sophie: I mean it's not exactly the get up I expected our son to meet his dad wearing but c'est la vie

Simon: How's Charlie finding being a big brother?

Sophie: I think he's more delighted with his dad looking like a pirate than with his baby brother tbh

Sophie: He very excitedly went to his dress up box and put on his pirate costume so he could be just like his daddy and refused to take it off when we were taking photos of him with Alex.

Sophie sent a photo

Penelope: Oh bless him he looks pleased as punch

Sophie: He couldn't hand Alex back to me fast enough so he could have a sword fight with Ben and make him walk the plank

Phillip: Btw just wanted to say Sophie that I'm really sorry that El accused you of faking your water breaking just to get out of the game.

Penelope: I'm sorry on Colin's behalf too Soph

Sophie: It's ok guys, I appreciate it and besides you were the ones who called the ambulance for me.

Simon: Unlike someone.

Michael: @ Kate

Kate: Omg Alex is absolutely gorgeous, congrats Soph! x

Simon: ...

Simon: Anything else you'd like to say?

Penelope: Yeah any apology to extend?

Kate: Ok ok ok

Kate: Sophie I know I didn't believe you were in labour and refused to call an ambulance

Kate: But from my side of things it just seemed really convenient that your contractions started just as you were losing

Michael: This isn't an apology???

Simon: Your newborn nephew isn't evidence enough that you were clearly in the wrong???

Kate: Ok fine I'm sorry for not calling an ambulance when you needed it Sophie!

Sophie: K.

Kate: But I will add, who's to say she didn't fake contractions and then get induced once she got to the hospital?

Sophie has left the chat.

Michael: Jesus fucking Christ

Simon has removed Kate from the chat.

Simon has added Sophie to the chat.

Simon: Don't worry I removed her.

Sophie: Thanks Simon x

Phillip: One more question.

Phillip: Did the Bridgertons corrupt Kate to be like that or was she god forbid like that anyway?

Penelope: Unfortunately Kate married in being equally as deranged as them in any competitive setting 😔

Michael:

Simon: Very that.

[blank-slate-jay]

Shared Warmth

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: Joel brings reader to an abandon home, that he wants to call home for the two of you. Something erotic in Joel ensues seeing you in just your underwear.

Tags: Smut (18+), Anal, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Dom!Joel, Fluff, Established Relationship, no use of (y/n)

A/N: Longest fic I've ever written so far. I don't know how I managed to conjure this! Could've split this into two parts, but decided this is better as one post to make this more cohesive. Enjoy!

AO3! | Reposts are much appreciated!

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"You'll see," is what you had received.

A response with very little context, a saying with many different meanings.

You didn't know what to make of this, sitting behind him on the horse with your arms around his waist, you genuinely felt left in the dark. It was very much like Joel to leave you questioning the tones under his voice. Most of the time it was just Joel being Joel, being the closed off man that he was. But the man was in a very good mood, deliberately mocking your naivety with a chuckle.

You sighed, "where are you taking me", saying it more toward yourself than to Joel. Being nearly a day away from Jackson, the question was a reasonable one. After all, what purpose was there to go beyond Jackson for? A gated community was a blessing in times like these, and yet strangely for you, something felt off. Living there has made you feel out of place, made your relationship with Ellie and Joel seemly less meaningful. Perhaps being in a safe haven, with so many people, wasn't truly what you sought.

Bizarre for sure that if you say it out loud, you knew people would call you crazy. You yourself felt you might’ve lost your mind. However, you can’t deny your feelings. Those days, weeks, and months traveling with Joel and Ellie across the country - those were some of the best times you've had even with the looming danger around every corner.

Regardless of what was going through your head, you weren't complaining, being back out into the world. The orange glow of the sun only served to emphasize this notion, piercing through the branches just above your head. It created this relaxing setting, one you can bask in for an unhealthy amount of hours.

"Do you have an idea of where we might be goin'," Joel asked.

Cruel. Just damn cruel, asking you a question you knew he'd leave open ended. Still, you played along.

"I’m assuming it’s pretty big,” after relaying that the man hums finally providing you with a clue, even if its unspecified. “…and that you aren’t playing some trick on me. So, a mall?”

“Try again.”

“A museum?”

“Nope…”

You let out a frustrated grunt, wishing the ladder were true. “Lake?”

Joel took longer to respond, “Mmm,” the man thought about it. “Not quite, it’s close by, but not important.”

You scoffed, placing your head on his shoulder, unsure of what he has disclosed so far is true or not, "Should I already know what it is?" Maybe that'll give you the upper hand.

"I doubt you'd guess this," Joel responses.

"So I'm guessing that a no then?"

The older man nods, turning his head to you before replying with a, 'Yeah'. There was no use in trying by that point. The constant persistence wasn't doing you both any favors. Joel probably had a reason to keep it secretive, so why spoil it? Knowing ahead would've made the trip less intriguing, if not boring. And on the bright side, what'll come will actually be a surprise.

Rather than playing into Joel's trickery you let it go, lifting your head back up, "Alright you won, I forfeit."

"Finally givin' up."

You reply, “I think I have too. I’ve ran out of ideas,” you lied just exhausted by the mind tricks, “Unless you want me to keep going?”

Joel partly wanted you to continue, to get back at you for all the times you fucked with him. He was starting to understand the fun in it now and why you did it to him. He settled for one more jab at you, “Will you get it a right this time?”

"Shut it" you giggle, bumping the man's thighs with your legs. Your comment did do the trick, as Joel fell silent after your remark. You could tell the man was smiling though; his rising cheek gave it away. Some of you was certainly rubbing off onto him, to know the man was now more comfortable with you was flattering.

Joel then reaches down for your leg, placing his hand right over your kneecap, caressing it like it was precious. “Don’t worry now, sugar. We’ll be there shortly.”

His considerate touch, that softness in his voice. Those two components together were enough to send a warm feeling throughout your body. How easy Joel could just captivate you by his touch alone, you guessed that was just how love worked.

You nodded your head as if he could see you, humming to acknowledge his words. Again you laid your head against him, face now between the back of his bare neck and the collar of his blue shirt. Closing your eyes, you let yourself listen to the sounds of nature around you to pass the time.

---

Sometime later, you found yourself opening your eyes to the sound of Joel's voice. Your vision, well adjusted to the growing darkness of dusk, focused on the dirt path some feet away.

"We're here," Joel says, spiking your interest enough to get your full attention. You lean back from the man's frame, hands rubbing the bags under your eyes.

Taking a look at the dirt path, you gaze in both direction. One leading deeper into the forest and the other extended out into a clearing. You confusingly study the area, unable to spot anything of interest. No water, no structure, not even a tree with any unique properties. You couldn't help feeling a bit bewildered, some of that feeling escaping through your lips with a quick 'Umm'. Stealing a glance at Joel's side profile, you tried reading what little you could see of his face.

He nods, "Good. You're awake. It's just this way," he explains, spurring the horse to get them moving in the direction of the dirt path.

Huffing in relief you spoke, "Phew, not gonna lie you almost got me there," thinking Joel might've been toying with you still. He turns his head to you, claiming that he wasn't going to bring you out there for nothing. If the man had told you that some time ago, you would have a hard time believing him.

Trotting forward, the horse comes into close proximity of the tree lines. Just on the other side you could barely see something faint between the leaves; a building of sorts. By what you could see the distance made it difficult to tell with the addition of nature covering your view. The universe really made things difficult for you. For what what it was worth, you were sure Joel didn't want you to see it until you stepped out into the open field. Still, the suspense was killing you.

This wasn't going to last any longer as Joel turns the horse right into the clearing. The tree's now finally out of view, you were hit with the red beam from the sun, blinded by your curiosity and in exchange being blinded by the sun in return.

You squint some, grunting as your gaze trailed around the perimeter. There was lots of tall grass, a noticeable transition compared to the on's just behind them. It stretched far beyond what your eyes could already see. Of course your mind was then caught up by the building some distance away.

There was a house. Someone's house. A house, that looked to be in good conditions. Surprisingly the lone tree just beside it has yet to infect the home with any vines. It made you believe that someone had to have lived here not too long ago. That person was one lucky bastard to have that home to themselves, you thought, imagining how nice the interior had looked.

"Ain't that something", Joel spoke, pretending as if it was his first time being there.

You comment, "Looks lively." A good point compared to everything the two of you had seen on the way there.

But Joel corrected you, "It's empty actually, has been for awhile". You let out a quick 'Huh', taking in his words, further scanning the house. The sidings are a tinted white, slightly scrapped on some parts of the wall. The dark colored roof, contrasting with the siding, made the home brighter than it already seemed. The house stood tall, two stories at most based off the windows, with the first floor being linked with the porch.

It was both funny and disheartening how attached you felt to this home already compared to the one you, Joel, and Ellie shared in Jackson. You kill to live in a home like this, not that you hated your existing home, just this one felt...right to you. Exterior alone, it reminded you of your old house pre-outbreak.

"Can we go in," you asked. A silly question, like you needed Joel's permission to enter the desolate property.

Joel responded sarcastically, dragging out the phrase "Nooo", with his gruffy voice. You knew he was only kidding and was now becoming intrigued by what was inside. Even so, the invasive feeling creeping up your stomach didn't go away yet. You looked around, taking in a full scope of the area. You trusted Joel of course, something that had improved since you first met. But your vigilant, alert mind hadn't shifted in the slightest; only improved thanks to being with Joel.

You turn your head around, looking behind you and at the edges of the tree lines to ensure that no one was following or coming. Like it even mattered, Joel had already assured your safety. You guessed it was better safe than sorry.

With your head now facing to the left, you gaze over to the far side of the field. So far that walking there would be ineffective. The field, a tad bit sloped, dragged on into the distance stretching too far for you to even consider. The sun made the entire sight something you'd see only from a painting or photograph. Sure enough, Joel wasn't lying from earlier when he confirmed there was a lake, just far off at the ends of the slope.

Joel steady the horse, grabbing the reins tightly to slow her down to a halt. "Alright," the man sighed. You let go of his waist as he began to move, his boots shaking the stirrups while he steps down from the horse. He then reaches his hand up to you. You gladly took it, allowing the man to pull you down.

You thanked him, a small smile stretching across the side of your face as you looked at the older man. He reciprocated your gesture with a smile of his own, one that made the wrinkles near his eyes stand out. He didn't have to mutter a word for you to know that he heeds your words.

The man turned his attention then to the horse, letting go of your hand in the process. He grabbed the reins and moved the horse over to tie it up to on of the porch's pillars. While he does so, you made your way up the few stairs, the wood creaking beneath your shoes.

Your hands trailed along the rails, rough and also smooth against your skin. Your eyes darting up and down the walls. Closely the walls looked more worn down, not too badly but could use some improvement.

You turned to look back at Joel who was slinging his bag over his shoulder. The man brushes his hand by your arm and passes by you. He walked up to the door before pushing it open. He moves his back agains the open frame, "Come".

Peaking inside for a moment, there was no way the house was empty like Joel had inferred. "Empty, huh. Doesn't look the way to me.", you look at the man with a snarky look on your face.

He looked unfazed by your humor, the man's face falling a bit flat. It reminded you of the times he'd looked at you after having to endure some of your playful banter. Those times were fun back when you traveled the country together with Ellie.

"Get in" he insisted, sounding annoyed but also seconds away from chuckling.

You don't push your luck and brush by the man still with that look on your face as you pass by him. To wipe that look off your face, Joel smacks your backside causing you to yelp; biting his lips in sync. It was a bastard move, but you weren't complaining. Looking back at him was either rewarding or a mistake cause he was making the face you familiarizes yourself with, best described as hunger. God. Choosing your next action carefully was smart cause anything that insight him to grab and kiss you, would lead to something more...erotic.

Not giving into temptation, you turn your attention to the living space ahead, balling your hand into a fist and squeezing it with the other hand. "This is...quite the place," you stated, stepping further into the home. You weren't kidding. The place had an aura very reminiscent of a cabin, the amount of woodwork around the living room alone gave you that impression. However, the house looked and felt homey all the same.

You walked up to a small craved out sculpture, shaped like a bull, placed above the small fire place. While inspecting it's form you brought up a question, "How'd you find all this?"

"Me and Tommy we're riding out", he started as the man trailed over to the wall to place his bag down, "And I wanted to do some more exploring but Tommy wanted to go back. So I let him and luck would have you..," the man finishes by raising his arms up some like he was revealing something grand, "...got my hands on this."

You nod, looking away from him to fiddle with the small bull, "Cool, it's like a comfy outpost. I like it". You then used the bull like a pointer, motioning it in the man's direction, "You weren't gonna hold out on us were you?"

Joel shook his head, making his way over to you. "Firstly this isn't a toy," he says, grabbing the small figure out of your hand. He places it back into its original spot before resuming, "And secondly, I was going to tell you, specifically just you about this place."

He was? You raised an eyebrow in question, wondering what significance a place like this would even have. It wasn't somewhere you'd visited with Joel before, nor was it a house that held any meaning to you prior to arriving. So what gives? "Just me", you muttered.

The man smirked some, finding it adorable how dumbfounded you appeared. He stepped closer to you, close enough to where you could feel the warm heat from his nostrils flaring against your face. “Yeah, just you”, he repeated, his voice now closer to a whisper. 

You could feel his hand grasping at yours as you kept your eyes locked with his. “I’m sorry, I feel I’m missing something here”. The man, obviously still listening, lifts your hand up to his own face, gently rubbing it against his cheek. His scruffy beard, pricked your palm as you cupped the man’s face. 

The man wondered if he should even answer. Your palm, tender against his rough skin nearly made him forget how to speak. Made him almost forget what you had even asked. He had held it longer than he should've, feeling slightly guilty for holding something like this off from you. He felt you inquired more than enough today. 

With your palm, slowly being squished between the man's hand and cheek he explains, "I got this for us. At Tommy's...I know things have been different between us since we got there. We, spend a lot of time outside of town, sometimes don't even spend time with each other much anymore. I thought it'd be nice to have our own space again, you know away from...everything. When I found this it just clicked for me. Felt like we could call this place home."

Your face was at ease, hearing him say what had been on your mind, spiked your attraction to the man further than you thought was possible. Every word, every sentence hit the mark for you. For a moment, you could swear he had to have read your mind at some-point. Either that or being with you had made it easy to determine what was bothering you. Regardless, having a place faraway for yourselves sounded too good to deny, especially when it was exactly what you wanted.

You couldn't quite put your thoughts into words, simply letting out a confused giggle, unsure of how to follow up on Joel's reveal.

Joel takes notice of this, captivated once more by your expression. He then breaks the silence, "You've asked a whole of questions. Now let me ask you this, how do you feel about living here with me, sunshine."

You nodded immediately, maybe a bit too quickly and possibly too eagerly. "I'd...love to," the words finally falling out of your mouth.

The man response, turning his head some to kiss your palm between an utter, "Good." His lips softly trailed down, like he was following the curved lines on your hand. Each kiss felt delicate, purposeful, each with some kind of meaning supposedly. That was just within Joel's transcended mind, he couldn't help himself, he got lost quickly whenever he'd feel your touch.

You leaned yourself forward, pulling your hand away from his mouth to wrap it around the back of his neck. Tugging him forward you embrace him, finding his hips as a comfortable spot to rest your free hand. No surprise, Joel indulged, pulling you into his arms too.

The two of you stood for some time, merely appreciating and savoring the moment of intimacy. You didn't think any words could pinpoint how much you loved Joel. Not even the word ‘loved’ felt like it was doing him justice. It was beyond that.

“What did I do to deserve you," he mutters above your ear.

“Luck," you say.

He hums, knowing it to be true but hating the notion of life without you, fighting for you made it all worth something, made it mean something. He made small circles around your back, just being grateful he had you now, thankful that you made it to this point to be there in his arms.

"I'm making dinner," Joel says, catching you off guard for a moment. "Got the ingredients for your favorite."

You knew what he was talking about, it was meal you'd two shared before and you couldn't keep quiet about your enjoyment of the dish, even while eating the damn thing.

Luck would have you, again, you were about to experience that meal again.

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You turned the running faucet of the soothing shower off, grabbing the towel just off the shower's hinges to wrap yourself in its warmth. Stepping out the tub, you began to dry yourself, wiping away all the sweat you'd built up after leaving Jackson. Once knowing this new place had running water, you were quick to jump for the shower, never skipping the opportunity to get yourself clean.

Joel was just downstairs prepping dinner for the two of you. You wondered if it was already finished since you spent way too long wandering the upstairs plane; checking the available rooms before finding the shower. You were sure it wasn't even done yet since Joel would've called out for your name by that point.

Wiping away the last remnants of water, you threw on some spare clothing, a shirt and just your underwear, from your backpack before stepping out the restroom. The cooler air hit your body, nothing you wouldn't accept since the season was a lot warmer; spring.

You made your way into the master bedroom. In this case, your shared room with Joel. Not much was in it. Compared to the other bedroom, which hosted nothing at all, this one at least had a bed and a few dressers. You weren't complaining since the room felt less compacted and more freeing.

Walking into the room you toss your towel onto the bed, taking in the open space, a stark contrast to your room back in Jackson. The thought of what you could implement to this room had your mind racing momentarily. Like what you could put within the corners or whether you should put any entertaining devices in the room. Maybe not the last part probably cause Joel would advise keeping those contained to the living room.

It got you pretty thrilled thinking about what you could do in general now that you weren't limited to a communities resources. This of course meant you didn't have as much to work with, but everything you gathered would or could be used to further improve your new home.

You started comparing your home back in Jackson to the one you have here. Down to it's interior, format, and spacing. You thought about the kitchen, dinning area, your shared room, Ellie's room. Ellie. Again you thought about her, a realization hitting you in the process. 'Fuck' you sighed under your breath. So caught up and enthralled by a nice change of environment, you hadn't even thought about her wellbeing.

At the moment, she was at Tommy and Maria's place, likely giving them a hard time as you'd expect. The usual for Ellie. But being so far away from her, not being there for her made you somewhat fazed; a pinch of disgrace too. That girl was tough and she needed to grow up around people to understand what it's like to live. But on the other hand, she'd follow you and Joel to the ends of the earth, she said it herself.

Throughout the wave of thoughts, washing within your head, you were by the window now. Hands perched up on the dresser just below the glass's border. The spot made for a great place to reflect. Perhaps this would be a good position to do it, overlooking the grassy plains, it gave your head a hub place to ponder.

If it weren't for you being lost in your thoughts, you would've been aware of the man standing by the door frame watching you; completely out of eyesight. Joel, leaning up on the frame with his arm, exhales an exaggerated sigh to catch your attention.

You turn, startled by the sudden noise. Realizing it was just Joel you relaxed. "You almost gave me a heart attack," you joked.

His presence definitely lightened you up, giving you something to distract yourself from any thoughts running in your head. You'd talk out how to settle Ellie's situation with Joel, it'll work out; you knew it would with Joel by your side.

"Sorry" he started, his eyes gazing upon your exposed legs. "Dinner's ready."

You nod, "Alright. I'll be down in a bit."

You thought after relaying this to Joel, that he'd leave and wait for you downstairs. But he didn't move, his figure remaining still as his eyes stayed focus on you. He nods too, but it seemed more that he did it subconsciously since his eyes weren't locked with yours.

The look was back and more prominent than ever. The dark look that you avoided earlier, was calling out for you to let him have you. Mixed with the half smile across his face made for a deadly combo.

You tried being clever, looking about the room to see if your bag was in sight. It wasn't, but you were sure it was still in the restroom after changing out your clothes. "I'm gonna grab my pants, really quick-"

"You don't have to" Joel says, his fingers playing with his nails. "I think you look fine already."

Failed, you tried getting to see if the man would hold off, tried keeping him at bay at least until you both were in bed. But no, you only drew more attention to your undergarments. To make matters even worse, Joel's gruff voice had caused a twitch between your legs. A slight growth a hardness, noticeable by both of you.

Joel bit his lips, taking his weight off of the door, "You're not too hungry, right?"

This was the one time where choosing your words carefully would be wise at the moment. However, you felt there was no turning back now. He wanted you, now. And you wanted him more. You sheepishly shook your head, "Not really", finally falling for the man's glare.

While you spoke, Joel already had closed the gap between you too, looking into your eyes for a moment. He hooks the front of your trousers with his finger, pulling you closer to him until his lips were locked with yours. You inhaled deeply, feeling a tingle shake your spine.

He cups the sides of your face, passionately parting his lips to slide his tongue inside. Fast as Joel was to get things going, you accepted. The warmth elevated by the mixing of each others taste made the tightness in your underwear uncomfortable.

Joel's huffs deeply into the kiss, his grip, grew stronger with each passing second. His weight started to shift your stance, causing you to back up until you hit the dresser behind you. You grunted against his mouth, not letting the movement stop you from continuing to brush your tongue against his.

Both moaning and breathing heavily, you grab at his collar shirt, playing with one of the buttons to get it open. You tried getting him to undress, a chance taken from you when he grabs your wrist tightly. The man wanted nothing but to feel your skin against his own. He wanted to savior the moment. He liked the build up, he loved the anticipation.

His hands were free from your face, but they soon started invading your shirt. He rampaged through it, running them around your shirt before sticking them in by your sides. You tremble at his touch. His hand created a warm sensation on your skin, reminding you of the times he’d draw circles on your back whenever you’d lay in bed together.

For you, gripping his jawline pulled you two closer, crotches colliding too. It peaked Joel’s interest, his eyebrows raising between the groans against your lips. Joel’s jeans made it difficult to tell, but it was clear you were hard, just as hard as he was. That got him to smile into the kiss, proud he could get you really erect quickly.

You parted your lips from his, only a few inches apart. You used the moment to catch some air, something you knew you wouldn't be granted later the further you proceed.

You questioned his smile, "What?" "Nothing," he says, his accent rolling off the tip of his tongue. "Just you". He waits a moment before throwing himself back into the fray, wanting your lips to be sealed with his.

Aggressive, he pushes you harder against the dresser, unintentionally crushing you moments before dipping down to grab your legs and halting you onto the wooded surface. The dresser creaked, not adapted to a person being onto but that didn't concern either of you. The man caress your thigh, slow and aimlessly, while his other hand yanked at the front of your underwear once more.

He wanted you to take them off so badly and you didn't waste a moment. You shook yourself, getting enough room under you to slip them off. Joel helped, his steaming breath hitting your slowly exposing skin made you pick the pace up. He help fully get them off, letting the cloth hit the ground. His gaze fixed on your now exposed erection made him forget to breathe.

“Now your turn”, you said.

Rubbing his hands down your legs, he reaches down for his zipper to unbuckled his pants. His belt clicked and his pants loosened, dropping everything done to the floor with a thud. He swiftly took his underwear off too, slipping it fully off and sliding everything off to the side with his feet.

You let out a shaky exhale, your eyes so baffled by how hard his cock was; rock solid and strictly standing upward. Your started pondering if you could even take it. Under these conditions you would have to take him raw. There had to be something to use, you thought something to make it easier for him.

“Hey”, Joel’s voice soft on your ears. He tilts your head up to hold your gaze, “Eyes on me.” He slowly caresses the features on your face, adoring just how amazing your eyes looked and how kissable your lips were. Those lips, looking at them intently he slips his thump across the bottom half. He wanted to nibble on them, gently bite to leave a mark on them; to leave evidence of his pass doings.

He used his other hand to play with your cock, making sure you were staying hard for him. You assisted him with your palm overlapping his; working in unison. It was subtle and worked to keep you both pleasured while focusing on the man.

Joel dipped his finger between your lips, “Open your mouth, baby”. Your lips separated and he slid his finger in. A bitter taste hit the roof of your mouth as he swirled his finger around. “Get it nice and wet for me. Gonna need it for the hole of yours.”

So this was the alternative. Normally you and Joel would talk about using some sort of cream for sex. With seemingly none around to use, your mouth would have to do. You started sucking on his finger for a bit, his thick finger, took up a good portion of your mouth. Not enough to suffocate like his cock, but enough to make you think about how to manage your tongue’s movement. After the first finger he switched it out for another, a small line of saliva leaking out every time he’d pull out.

Three finger were soaked now, three fingers you were sure would break you, more than his cock would. You shiver, trying to estimate the width of his fingers with that of his cock. It served no purpose other than question your capabilities. What good did that do you, especially now?

Joel releases your cock, and trails his hands down to your balls. You knew where he was headed, this wasn’t your first rodeo with Joel. You lifted your leg up, leaning back onto one elbow to keep yourself upright. Joel effortlessly threw your hovering leg over his shoulder, getting a view of what he’d been dying to see. Your hole, albeit at an angle was still visible and accessible which was the only thing that mattered to Joel.

The man, looked to your eyes for conformation, he wanted to make sure you were ready. There wasn't a hint of denial in your face, Joel loved that look.

Coming into close contact, he circles around your entrance. His rough fingers toyed with your hole, allowing the sensations to prepare you for his soon to come entry. God the feeling alone was making you wish he just put himself inside you, knowing it might hurt but still wanting him to push deep in.

No longer waiting, Joel pushes a finger inside, slowly. You narrowed your brows, the walls of your ass being breached caused a slight spark in your stomach. His finger slid relatively easily, getting your breathing to become shakier than before. It was nothing you couldn't take and his finger was satisfying, it might've been enough to make you cum. His second finger though, made itself known too, pushing in with the first.

You winced, wishing Joel had warned you. Two thick fingers inside was about right, it felt about the size of Joel's cock at it's hardest. Staying with this rhythmic push and pull inside your hole made you believe you were ready for him to fuck you. But one other finger remained, one still damp and set to go.

A yelp escaped your lips feeling the third join the other two. It hurt for sure, causing you to throw your head back as a jolt reaction. You bump the glass pane behind you, the light outside barely shining onto the side of your face. You reached up to grab at Joel's collar, the fabric bringing some level of comfort with it's pure softness.

"Relax..." the man groans.

Fuck you wanted to, but how could you when the man was expanding your ass with every thrust. It made you grip his collar tightly as you kept your eyes tight to prevent it a tear from falling. The feeling was both painful and enjoyable, the tingles running up your stomach never ceased and neither did the sting in your hole.

You started to tell, no, insist that he fuck you. It escaped your mouth through a whine, a part of you wanting him to just remove a finger or two to let you relax. You knew it had purpose, you knew why he was pushing your limits. The longer you held, the easier it would be for him to push himself inside of you. Still you begged, "Please...Joel...take me, just fuck me."

Through your closed eyelids you couldn't see the man, shamelessly smirking, "Oh yeah? Tell me how bad you want it, sugar pie."

You gasp, "Bad".

He groans, "Yeah?". He licks his lips, "Want me to go really deep in there, want to me fuck you real good."

"Uh...huh"

He pushes fingers deeper than usual "How badly?"

You gasped, "Really fucking bad. FUCK".

Joel groans, acknowledging your plead. If you wanted it that badly, he wish you told him sooner. He pulls his fingers out, the sounds of your hole getting him excited. It was wet now, just the way he liked it. In one swift motion, Joel flings your other, idle leg over his shoulder and yanks you forward until your backside was against his crotch. His cock, bumping into your balls got another sound out of you.

You relax into the dresser the best you could, letting your elbows rest and leaning your head back until it was laying against the glass again. It wasn't the most comfortable positions for your neck, you didn't pay much mind to this though as Joel began running his hands up your thighs. With your legs so close to his face, he also started leaving kisses and bite marks you knew would be visible the next day. He wasn't about to let you off without at least some marking, whether it'd be visible later or hidden by your clothes didn't concern him.

Breathing hard against your skin, his gaze turns back to his hard-on. He reaches for it, while overlooking your body. He lines it up to your hole pushing, not inside of you yet, but rather around the exterior.

Again with the teasing, you thought, wanting to roll your eyes but refusing to try. Did the man not tire of his own nonsense? You shifted your hip toward his cock, physically telling him to knock it off and shove it in you.

He locks eyes with you then, seeing your desperate and longing expression. You chewed down on your lips, seeing how the man's eyes had darken since last you laid upon them. He just smirked, looking down between your legs before pushing himself in.

It hurt but not as much as his fingers. The aftermath of those three invaders acted as a testament to how well you could still take the man in strides. For what it was worth, they did make it easier for him to slide into you.

He slipped in and out easily, smooth like butter. His thrust started methodically, getting familiar with your hole's interior again. He groaned, his cock pulsating against the edges, trying to find your sweet spot.

He wasn't able too, it wasn't that easy. You had laid there making hush moans that could only be audible for anyone within the room. It was striking and incredibly hot to Joel hearing you try to conceal your voice. It came off is if you were going to burst, like you were going to scream out his name, that was something else entirely.

Thinking about it gave him a surge, a rush that rapidly increases his pace. His hips smacking up against your ass, created a sound that vibrated your body. Each smack, was music to the man's ears, meld together now with your rising grunts. It probably was the best thing he'd ever heard.

You were losing it on the other hand. Your body trembled, your eyes became hazy, your mind completely in shambles; a mess best described it all. So much so that you had no idea what was even happening, questioning what was even real.

Were you becoming stupid with each thrust or did you completely lose your mind to him. His strides were beginning to make you see stars, more pleasing than the ones you'd see in the sky. A sudden overwhelming feeling rushes from your stomach all the way to your head, the strongest sensation you've felt all day. It made you feel light, like you had been consumed by the clouds.

This strange halt in your mind lasted for a minute before coming back from being on autopilot. You were semi-confused as your body was on a softer surface now. Your body lays flat, Joel's entire weight on top of you. Your senses were coming back to you.

The dresser was no longer your resting place but rather it was now the bed. Joel had lifted you up moments ago, still inside you, and crashed you both onto the mattress. Surprisingly that didn't snap you out of it, but what was even more confusing was the wetness near your stomach, just in between your stomach and Joel's. It was quite sticky. Wait, you stopped your mind from racing, ignoring Joel's rough groans in your ears for a second. You already came, you totally did. Your cock didn't feel restrained nor was it in any desire need to let loose any longer.

Shit, you thought, not realizing the man had satisfied you. You got lost in thought due to him hitting your sweet spot, it explained why your mind went into a frenzy. The feeling sent you over the edge again, jolting you back to reality this time; he hit it again.

You cry out as a response.

"Fuck, I'm gonna blow, I'm gonna fucking blow". Joel groaned.

You couldn't speak a word, it was too much, too much to bear. You dug your nails into the back of his shirt and pulled him closer with your legs around his waist. Your strength was dwindling, and you didn't have the voice to tell him to finish. If he kept it up any longer you were surely gonna cum again.

Joel's voice was deafening against your ears, his rhythm completely erratic and harsh against your hole. He went all out, posting himself up onto his elbows and thrusting into you like it was his last. He could feel the sharpness on his back, a deep sting from you nails pushing further into his skin. He watched as tears rolled down your face, wanting nothing but to wipe them away. He was right there, he could feel it rising up.

A few more rough thrusts did the trick. Joel grunted, holding his breath for a second as his cock convulsed before blowing. It came out fast, faster than he expected, squirting strings of cum in succession against your interior. He squinted his eyes, as he came quickly back down to your neck.

Joel's cock had settled, just as the two of you were. Exhausted beyond belief, you felt weak, one of your slipping off the man's back. You both relish in each other's touch, your breaths becoming steady at last.

The man's body shifts, causing you discomfort from still being inside of you. He reaches down to pull out, a quiet groan breaking free from your sealed lips. He used his other hand to cup and rub your cheek, his way of showing his gentleness after the affair. The man's cum oozed out, running down onto the mattress. You could feel how wet and loose it had become. Compared to the last time Joel had fucked you, you weren't as messy as you were now.

He then looked over to the side, seeing the towel you had used from earlier. He grabs it and wipes away the stains on your stomach.

You let out a sigh followed by locking eyes with Joel. They looked a lot more calmer, vibrant even just by his soothing demeanor.

As he finished wiping you clean the corner of his lips rose, "We should go eat."

Just like that, he had nothing left to say, acting as if nothing just happened. You scoffed at how quick the man could go from wanting to devour you to being a sensual man who wanted to give you the world. You weren't ready to rise from your position, not yet. You yank the towel out of his grasp before pulling him back down onto you.

Dinner can wait, just a bit longer.

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Modest Management Suck

2012

Part 20

“We’re about to go out and do some signing” Harry says to the camera

“We’re at Natick Mall in Boston. It’s gonna be really fun, we’ve heard there’s loads and loads of people and we’re very very excited” Niall says as I laugh at Louis pretending to walk down stairs behind us

“Let’s go!” Liam and Harry shout at the same time. We stand behind a door waiting for it to open

“Anyone else feeling nervous?” I ask feeling a slight tingling in my toes and fingers. I can also feel my heart racing

“It’s excitement, you’ll be fine” I hear Richard say. Nodding my head I watch the doors open and I put a smile on my face. I walk behind Harry and in front of Niall just trying to focus on my breathing as we walk through the Mall where so many people are screaming. We all sit down shocked that this many people have come out to see us. The security then let the fans in small groups come over to us. We sigh the books that we had released late last year.

Throughout the whole time I try to keep smiling and my heart racing at bay, but I can always count on my boys for noticing when somethings off. So when we have a little break for something to eat I sit down on the sofa breathing in deeply

“What’s up?” Louis asks frowning as he sits next to me

“I don’t know, my chest hurts” I almost sob “I- I can’t stop shaking, but I’m not cold I’m really warm”

“Paul I don’t think YN should go back out there” Liam says

“No, but Simon…”

“Fuck Simon and what he says” Niall says sitting on my other side

“She’s going out there even if I have to drag her out there” Richard crosses his arms

“Look at her, she can barley breathe” Paul defends

“I think this is makin’ her worse” Harry kneels down and takes a shaking hand in his and gives it a squeeze of reassurance

“She’s going out there and that’s final” with that Richard leaves the room

“Hey jus’ look at me and breath with me” I try to match Harry’s breathing to calm myself down.

Another day another performance. This time is for the Today Show. We arrive on a bus which stops at the Rockefeller Plaza. We all jump off and run to the stage as music is already playing

“New York City make some noise!” Harry yells into his microphone. Immediately WMYB starts playing

“You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door. Don't need makeup to cover up. Bein' the way that you are is enough” Liam starts singing. Harry then turns to look at me and gives me a little encouraging smile since I’ve been feeling so worried and stressed recently

“Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you”

We all sing the chorus, then it’s Zayn’s turn then mine

“I don't know why you're being shy and turn away when I look into your eyes”…

“One Directions first album has hit number 1 in 6 countries and they could make it 7 this week when Up All Night is released here in the United States. One Direction is Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and YN YLN. Good morning guys”

“Morning” we all say in unison

“What do you like best about American girls?” the interviewer asks and I roll my eyes at the question. I then spot Richard off to the side shaking his head at me

“They’re very very loud” Liam says which causes everyone to scream

“YN what’s it like for you? Your living every girls dream right now being close to these boys all of the time”

“Your right I am living my dream, but it’s being on stage and singing. I’m just lucky I get to do that with these guys I can call family” I reply

“What’s the best and worst part of this sudden fame?”

“I think for me and I know these guys will probably agree, but I’ve made 5 best friends” Zayn says “the only down side would be that we don’t get to see our friends and family as much” or that our every move is controlled, is what I would love to have added on. We continue on the interview and sing a few more songs.

I stand next to Louis and Harry while our choreographer puts us in our places for rehearsals for the Kids Choice Awards

“I want YN and Zayn to switch” Richard says hands on his hips “we can’t afford more cheating rumours so during this song you have to stay away from each other”

“And what happens when the press say YN and Liam are dating or YN and Niall?” Zayn asks

“We will deal with that if it happens. Harry I’m looking into getting you and Taylor Swift together. Boots both of your careers”

“Are you serious?” Zayn raises his eyebrow “this is ridiculous” he huffs

“Simons wishes, keep rehearsing” Richard then leaves us to carry on rehearsals. I take in a deep breath just as I feel an arm around my shoulder. I look up to see Zayn

“I know, me to” neither Zayn or I have ever liked Richard, but we’ve always tried to keep the peace but it’s getting harder and harder.

[supergirl000983]

Prompt List

1. “For gods sake, guys! We’re NOT dating”

2. “You’re still the same guy I fell in love with”

3. “Gotcha!”

4. “Why would you prank me with something like that?!”

5. “There’s no way in hell I’m doing that”

6. “I literally don’t know how someone can be that stupid”

7. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies”

8. “What are you doing to me?”

9. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m really turned on by that”

10. “Give me my phone back!”

11. “YOU knew how important this was for me!”

12. “Oh shut the fuck up”

13. “You’re the one that labeled this as ‘just fun’ so I don’t own you shit”

14. “Don’t play with me, because you’re gonna lose”

15. “Forget it, you’re not even worth it”

16. “Say that one more time and you’re done”

17. “I’m no one’s property”

18. “I have a child?”

19. “I’m done with this bullshit”

20. “Why? Why did you leave?”

21. “How could you hide something like that from me!”

22. “I panicked, okay?!’

23. “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people”

24. “Now you wanna talk? Well fuck you”

25. “How did this happened?”

26. “Just one drink”

27. “Hello? We’re in the middle of something”

28. “Oh how cute! You actually think I give a fuck”

29. “Mess with me and you’ll regret being born”

30. “I don’t fuck around”

31. “Let’s see if you can keep up”

32. “This means nothing”

33. “There’s the door. Feel free to get the fuck out”

34. “Put that down”

35. “Don’t do it, please”

36. “I’m not the same, I’m different”

37. “Nobody cares about me anymore, so why should I keep trying?”

38. “Listen to me, okay? We’re getting out of here, together”

39. “This is so stupid”

40. And yet, you’re still here”

41. “You think this is a joke? This is my life!”

42. “So this was all a lie?”

43. “We have nothing to talk about”

44. “Are you going to tell him?”

45. “Is better off this way”

46. “Hold up, you what?”

47. “You’re the worst roommate”

48. “Why are you fucking a stranger in my bed?!”

49. “Please go get herpes as far as you can from this house”

50. “Be my guest”

51. “I can do whatever I want, we’re not dating, remember?”

52. “You wanna get food at 2 am?”

53. “I will always protect you”

54. “You moved on, so did I”

55. “You’re not the same”

56. “Yeah, well, people change”

57. “You had no right to do that!”

58. “Why do you always convince me of doing the stupidest shit”

59. “How is it that you're so stupid and so hot at the same time?”

60. “Call 911”

61. “This is the last time I’m letting you in my house”

62. “It was an accident!”

63. “You almost burn my house down!”

64. “I can’t keep doing this”

65. “Just be honest with me!”

66. I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart"

67. “Just one more night”

68. “Is this how it all ends?”

69. “You’re here!”

70. “I wanna go home”

71. “I’m not letting you go and we both know that you don’t want me to either”

72. “Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you”

73. “You broke my nose!”

74. “As if you were a fucking angel”

75. “Don’t make me laugh”

76. “Yeah… I don’t do relationships”

77. “Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!”

78. “You’re nothing like them

79. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”

80. “I’m starting to think I’m actually going to hell”

[mrsshabana]

°•Gyusimp x Mrs. Shabana Collab•° Part 2

♥AN: Read Part 1 here

Thank you to @gyusimp for asking me to do this collab with her. It was so much fun and I hope we can do more together in the future!

♥CW: Bullying, violence, language

♥WC: 4,296

The next day in class, you do everything in your power to ignore Tengen. He had pissed you off so much the other night, you don’t want to see his face ever again. But unfortunately you don’t have a choice since he’s in your homeroom class.

At least you get to sit next to Gyutaro though. And he was starting to warm up to you too. He was starting to learn that you were a really cool person to be around, one of the very few people that he wouldn’t mind hanging out with outside of class. Gyutaro thinks you are very pretty, but pretty people usually treat him with extra cruelty. But you were different. Gyutaro thought that people like you didn’t exist, but you are quickly proving him wrong.

Once class ends, you begin packing your stuff up. But there’s something that you really want to ask Gyutaro.

“Hey, Gyutaro?”

“What’s up?” he says as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.

“Do you maybe want to hang out again? They’re having a buy one get one free sale on band t-shirts at the mall! I thought that maybe you’d want to come with me?” You’re so afraid that he’s going to reject your offer. You’ll be so embarrassed if he does…

But to your surprise, Gyutaro smiles, showing off his slightly crooked teeth, “Sure! That sounds fun.”

“R-really?! Um yeah it’ll be really fun. Maybe we could meet in the courtyard tomorrow at 4:00?” you try to mask your excitement and play it cool.

“Alright. See you then,” Gyutaro says before he leaves the room.

You’re so excited that he agreed, that you don’t realize that Tengen had been eavesdropping on your conversation this entire time. The whole thing pisses him off, and he’s even more pissed off that he’s pissed off! He shouldn’t give a fuck about what Gyutaro does so why the hell does it get under his skin so much? You’re a cute girl but he could have any other cute girl in this school so why is he so hung up on you? It just makes no sense why you’d choose an ugly nobody like Gyutaro over him…

“Hey…” Tengen stops himself from using one of those nicknames that you hate so much, as he approaches you.

“What do you want? I told you I didn't want to talk to you anymore,” you snap, standing up to leave the room.

“I know I know. I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, and I’m really sorry,” his fake sincerity convinces you, but it’s not enough to make you want to be anything more than classmates.

“Well, thank you for the apology. But I’ve got places to be,” you don’t care if you sound rude, you walk past him anyways. It’s nice that he apologized, but there’s really no coming back after what he said to you the other night. You just hope that now things can be normal and you can forget about that mess.

~

Gyutaro is so excited to hang out with you. He barely got any sleep because his mind has been consumed by thoughts of you. It’s almost 4:00 so Gyutaro is on his way to meet you at the courtyard when he hears something coming from a dark corridor.

It sounds like a woman whimpering in pain. The sound seems to be coming from a utility closet.

Gyutaro slowly approaches the door where the sound is coming from, he knocks twice and whispers, “Hello? Is someone in there?”

“P-please… help me…” a weak sounding voice pleads from behind the door.

Gyutaro is a sucker for protecting girls. He always imagines if it was his sister, he’d want someone to help her if he wasn’t there. So he opens the door.

“Are you ok? Do you need any help?”

~

It’s 4:30 and Gyutaro is nowhere to be seen, so you shoot him a text. Still no reply after 30 minutes… Did he stand you up? You never would have thought that Gyutaro would do something like that, he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy. You can’t shake the feeling in your gut that something bad must’ve happened to him. But it’s getting late and it’s obvious that he’s not coming, so you decide to go back home. Surely when you see him in class tomorrow he will tell you that something came up and you can reschedule for another day.

But Gyutaro doesn’t show up to class. And he never responds to your texts.

Ok, now you are panicking. Gyutaro can be rude sometimes but it’s not in his nature to go this far. He would never skip class just to avoid you, something bad must have happened to him. He’s not answering his texts so the only thing you can think of is to find his little sister. You ask around campus until someone tells you where you can find her. So after class you wait for her outside of her last class. Her beautiful white hair makes her hard to miss, so you know immediately which student is her.

“Excuse me, are you Gyutaro’s sister?” you politely tap her shoulder to get her attention.

“Huh?” when she turns to meet your gaze, her facial expression quickly changes. She immediately pushes you against the wall, grabbing the collar of your shirt, “I should kick your ass for what you did, you fucking bitch!” She pulls her hand back.

But before she can bitch slap you, you hold your hands in front of your face and yelp, “W-wait! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m just w-worried about your brother!”

“Wait, you aren’t one of Tengen’s whores?”

“What?! No!! I hate that guy!” you yell in disbelief, why the hell would she think that you’re with Tengen?

“Oh, sorry about that,” she releases you from her grasp, “Then, what do you want my brother for?”

“We’re classmates. He was supposed to meet me in the courtyard yesterday, but he never came. I’m worried about him, is he ok?”

Ume winces as if she’s thinking about something that makes her feel pain, “I should probably just go…”

“Wait! Did something happen to him? And why did you think I was associated with Tengen?” you grab her arm and plead.

“Brother’s fine! Just don’t worry about it, it’s none of your business anyways!” She snatches her arm away from you and walks away quickly.

Whatever happened to Gyutaro, it seems like she really doesn’t want to talk about it. And why would she assume that you have anything to do with Tengen? You just can’t wrap your head around it. Why would Gyutaro’s sister want to beat up Tengen’s girlfriends? Whatever is going on though, you just hope that Gyutaro is ok. His sister said he was fine so you don’t have any other choice than to believe her.

~

To your delight, Gyutaro is in class when you walk in the next morning. He’s wearing a hoodie and has his head laying on the desk, concealed by his arms.

He may be sleeping but you don’t care, you’re too excited to see that he’s alright.

“Gyutaro! Good morning!” you squeal in excitement as you nudge his shoulder.

“Mornin,” he groans. Not bothering to lift his head.

“Is everything alright?” He's acting weird and it’s making you worried.

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it, ok?” his voice cracks, and he just hopes that you’ll leave him alone.

Which you do. The tone of his voice tells you enough, it’s obvious that he’s not in the mood to talk to you right now. It hurts your feelings a bit, but you hope that after class he’ll open up to you.

Throughout the entire lesson, Gyutaro never lifts his head from the desk. And even once class ends he doesn’t move.

“You awake Gyutaro? Class just ended,” you nudge his shoulder again.

“J-just go without me!” he snaps. At this point, you two are the only ones left in the classroom.

“What’s been going on with you lately? You know you can tell me anything, if something’s wrong I want to help you Gyutaro…” you tenderly rub his back as he seems upset. 

“Why the fuck do you care so much anyways?!” he yells at you as he finally raises his head from the desk. The venom in his voice makes tears threaten to fall from your eyes. But you start to understand when you see what he has been hiding from you.

He has a black eye. It’s swollen and dark, but it doesn’t look fresh. Maybe a couple days old.

You gasp and reach out to him, “Wh-what happened?”

With a scowl, Gyutaro turns away from you and stands up to leave, “It’s none of your goddamn business.”

“Wait! Why are you being such an asshole?! Can’t you see that I care about you! I’ve been worried sick about you these past few days,” you rush up to him and grab his hand, “You don’t need to hide anything from me. Don’t you understand that I’ll like you anyways?”

Gyutaro’s scowl softens and his lip quivers. No one’s ever said something so genuinely sweet to him before. He looks down at his feet, “I’m fine, just don’t worry about it…”

“No, you’re not fine,” you lunge forward and wrap your arms around Gyutaro. He immediately returns the embrace and accepts your affection. It feels so good in your arms, he didn’t know how badly he needed a hug.

“I can tell that you aren’t ok,” you whimper, pulling him closer and patting his back as he lets down his walls. He sniffles as his tears fall onto your shoulder.

“I’m s-sorry, I just don’t want you to think I’m lame…” he mumbles.

“I could never think you’re lame. You’re the coolest guy I’ve met at this school! I know we haven’t hung out that much, but everytime I’m around you I never want it to end.”

“Thanks, that means a lot to me,” he pulls away from the hug and wipes away his tears. Wincing when he rubs his swollen eye, it still hurts a lot.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“Ok, but let’s go somewhere more private first,” Gyutaro grabs your hand and the two of you walk out of the classroom.

It’s raining out so the courtyard is completely empty. Gyutaro doesn’t want to risk anyone overhearing your conversation so he runs with you through the rain, to a gazebo in the middle of the courtyard.

“Sorry to drag you through the rain,” he rasps, pulling his hoodie down and shaking off the water droplets.

“It’s ok, it’s kind of cozy under here,” you smile sweetly at him, “Now, please tell me what’s going on.”

“First you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. This stays between us,” he holds out his pinky finger.

“I promise,” you lock pinkies with him.

Gyutaro sighs, “It happened that day we were supposed to go to the mall together…”

Gyutaro is so embarrassed to open up to you about this because it makes him feel like he’s weak. But he trusts you. No one has been so kind to him, especially without asking for something in return. So it’s the least that he could do for being so rude to you lately.

It turns out, that Gyutaro hadn’t stood you up afterall. He was on his way to meet up with you when he heard a woman calling out for help from a utility closet. When he opened the door he saw a girl that had blue eyes and black hair, similar to him. She didn’t look hurt but she was sitting on the floor. When he knelt down to ask her if she was ok, the door locked behind him and two other girls came out from behind some storage shelves.

He then recognized them. They were the three girls that Tengen is always hanging around with. Tengen has been bullying Gyutaro ever since he came to this school, but the girls never got involved. So he was more than confused when they approached him.

The girl with the blond highlights pushed Gyutaro to the floor while the one with the blue eyes held him down. 

The girl with the ponytail said, “Damn you’re uglier than I thought. Maybe we can fix his face if we rearrange a few things. What do you think?”

“I think that’d be a great idea!” says the blue eyed girl.

To his horror, the blond girl straddles him and grabs his cheeks, turning his face from side to side and taking a good look at his features. “He’s got all these weird spots on him, not sure if it’ll help but it’d be cruel to not at least try.” She smirks and punches him in the face. To Gyutaro’s dismay, this girl was very strong. He’s strong enough to fight back, but Tengen knows that Gyutaro wouldn’t hit a girl. And that’s exactly why he sent his girls to do his dirty work.

After that, the girls start to kick his stomach and rib cage, “If we can’t fix his face then maybe we can fix his body.”

It’s no fun for them when Gyutaro doesn't fight back, so they don’t spend too long beating him. But when they’re done the blue eyed girl smiles at him and cheerfully says, “Maybe Y/N will like you even more now that we’ve fixed you. You’re welcome, Gyutaro!”

The girls wave before they exit the room, leaving Gyutaro on the floor. His shirt stained from the blood dripping down his nose. He lays there for at least an hour before the pain dissipates enough for him to be able to move.

“What?! Are you fucking serious? We have to tell a professor about this!!” you gasp, wrapping your arms around him again. After hearing about what happened, you want to hold him in your arms for eternity. Gyutaro is a sweet guy, he didn’t deserve that at all.

“No! Y-you promised that it’d stay between us!” he frowns.

“But, we can’t let them get away with this! I won’t allow someone to treat you like that!”

“Well you pinky promised! So you can’t! Plus I’ll be the laughing stock of the school if people find out that I got beat up by some girls…” he clenches your shirt and lays his head on your shoulder.

You sigh, “I can’t believe what a coward Tengen is. Sending his whores to bully you because he’s too afraid to do it himself. What does that say about him?! Unlike him, you actually have some respect for women. He must have known that you wouldn’t have fought back if he sent them in his place…” you pat his head and try to soothe him. When he calms down a bit you continue, “But why didn’t you fight back? I know you’re a gentleman but those bitches deserve to get the shit beat out of them.”

Gyutaro chuckles, “I know… I should have tried to defend myself but no one would have taken my side if I did. If I would’ve fought back it’d be the word of three girls against me. Who do you think people would believe?”

He’s right. Unfortunately people would most likely believe the three girls over Gyutaro. And you have a feeling that Tengen thought about this beforehand. Either way it’d be a win-win for him. Because if Gyutaro did fight back, the girls could make up any story they wanted and Gyutaro would get suspended. They probably would tell everyone that he tried to assault them and they were just defending themselves.

You groan in frustration, “You’re right. It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t fight back because I’m sure they had a story already made up to frame you.”

“Yeah, and Tengen was probably worried that I’d fuck up his ‘perfect’ face like I did last time, hehe.”

“You’ve fought with Tengen before?”

Gyutaro nods with a smirk, “Yeah. He tried to fight me himself once and I gave him a black eye. He was so distraught that I blemished his good looks that he ran away from the fight. Ever since then it’s just been verbal stuff… sometimes rumors too, but I don’t care what anyone thinks of me so it never bothered me that much.”

You scoff, “What a fucking coward! He’s too afraid that you’ll ruin his face so he sends his girlfriends after you.”

Gyutaro starts to chuckle, “Yeah it is pretty funny how cowardly he is. For what a hoe he is, he has no balls.”

The two of you laugh and joke about Tengen’s lack of testicles for the next ten minutes, until the bell rings, signifying that the lunch break is about to end.

“We should get to class. But this isn’t over, we won’t let them get away with this!” You exclaim.

“Thanks Y/N, I appreciate it.” Gyutaro gives you one last hug before you both head off to class.

~

For the rest of the day, you can’t stop thinking about everything that Gyutaro had told you about. It claws under your skin, making you seethe with rage. You spend the entire day thinking about how you could get back at Tengen for what he did. But you don’t want to stoop to his level. Starting rumors about him would be fun, but it’d only make you a bully too. So, while you spend the rest of the week contemplating your revenge strategy, you make sure not to leave Gyutaro’s side.

The thought of someone picking on him makes your blood boil, and you know that Tengen will leave him alone if you stay near him at all times. Of course that’s not the only reason you’re hanging out with him, you just love being around Gyutaro. He always knows how to make you laugh. And the two of you never ended up going to the mall together. Gyutaro hasn’t forgotten this, he’s actually been thinking about it non-stop. How badly he wants to hang out with you again outside of class… Which is why he brings it up, asking if you want to go to the mall together like you had originally planned. And of course you accept! Waiting for him at 4pm in the courtyard, just like last time.

But of course things can’t go smoothly, you should have learned your lesson from last time. This time you are approached directly by Tengen. He had no idea you were planning on meeting up with Gyutaro though, he just happened to see you by yourself and couldn’t refuse this golden opportunity.

“Hey doll, what’re you doing out here all alone?” Tengen says in his usual overly confident tone. Leaning a bit too close to you in the process.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face, you respond without even looking up from your phone, “I’m waiting for Gyutaro.” You try your best not to bring up the whole incident that happened with Tengen’s girlfriends, as you promised Gyutaro you wouldn’t bring it up to anyone.

“Why are you still hanging out with him?” Tengen rolls his eyes and groans, “You’ve seen that black eye he has right? Makes him look pretty pathetic, don’t you think?”

That’s it. You can’t take this anymore. 

Whipping your head up, staring Tengen dead in the eyes as you push him away from you. “Yeah, you’d know a thing or two about that wouldn’t you? Since you sent your bitches after him! God, you’re the biggest waste of oxygen I’ve ever seen in my entire life, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t you just leave Gyutaro alone? Are you jealous of him or something?”

Tengen frowns, your comment seems to have struck a nerve with him. “Jealous of that loser? No way,” he smirks and grabs your wrists, pulling you close to his chest, “I don’t get why you’re so insistent on hanging around that guy. I’m starting to think that maybe you’re just doing it to play hard to get. You don’t actually like him, do you? You’ve just been trying to get my attention.”

“No that’s not it at all!” you yelp as his grip tightens, “Let go of me!”

No matter how much you struggle, you can’t get away from him. Everything happens so fast, suddenly Tengen is knocked to the ground. Tears well up in your eyes out of anger and frustration, blurring your vision. 

“The fuck is wrong with you man! You can’t just go grabbing girls like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?” you’d recognize that voice anywhere. It’s Gyutaro. He was on his way over when he saw Tengen grabbing you, and you were clearly distressed. 

“God, I’m so tired of your ass! You’re such a fucking corward, just fight me already and let’s get this over with!” Gyutaro rolls up his sleeves, as Tengen gets up from off the ground, covering his bleeding nose.

“Guys stop!” you yell, putting a hand on Gyutaro’s chest. You’re grateful that he defended you, but you don’t want them to start fighting and Gyutaro possibly get suspended. Just looking at him, you can tell how pissed off he is. After the constant bullying that Tengen has put him through, he’s had enough. He can handle the harassment himself, but the minute Tengen got you involved, he snapped. He doesn’t care if he gets expelled, he’s not going to let anyone harass you. The one girl that was sweet enough to stay by his side and comfort him when he needed someone the most.

When Tengen stands, he keeps his distance from Gyutaro. Wanting to avoid further damage to his ‘perfect’ appearance. So instead of a physical fight, he decides to fight back with his words.

“C’mon Gyutaro, why are you trying so hard? Do you really think that a girl like Y/N would ever be into a guy like you?” Tengen smirks when he sees the look of heartache on Gyutaro’s face. 

You notice this too. Gyutaro blushes and looks away from you, tears forming in his eyes. 

Tengen coos, “Oh poor Gyutaro, you really do like her don’t you? Even you can’t be that stupid. Stop kidding yourself man. You know she’s out of your league.”

“Gyutaro…” you whimper. Realizing that Tengen’s words are affecting him so much because it’s true. Gyutaro does have a crush on you and he does believe everything that Tengen is saying about him.

“That’s not true,” you say with confidence. Walking up to Gyutaro, holding his cheeks with both hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Don’t listen to him, Gyutaro. He’s wrong.”

You take a deep breath and pull Gyutaro’s face closer to yours until your lips connect with his. This isn’t how you wanted your first kiss to go, but this is the only way to prove your point to him. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Gyutaro stares at you with wide eyes and a red face.

“I do like you, Gyutaro. I thought you were the cutest guy in class ever since I first met you. And I’ve liked you more and more every day,” you smile lovingly at him, wiping his tears away with your thumb.

Tengen almost chokes at the sight. He’s never been more embarrassed in his entire life. First he gets a bloody nose from the ‘ugliest’ guy in school, then the girl he likes confesses her love to the bastard right in front of him.

“Well I-I didn’t care anyways!” Tengen whines, pathetically trying to hold back his tears. “F-fuck you guys!” He yells as he runs away. Unable to take the humiliation any longer.

Gyutaro doesn’t know what to say. His attention is solely focused on you and the fact that the girl he’s had a crush on all semester just kissed him on the lips.

“So?” you giggle, still caressing Gyutaro’s cheek, “Do you like me back?”

He nods eagerly, “Y-yeah. Of course I do.”

“Good,” you kiss him again for good measure, “Thanks for standing up for me by the way. I don’t think Tengen will be bothering you ever again.”

Gyutaro chuckles, “Yeah, good riddance… it felt good as fuck to punch him in the face. Not as good as that kiss though.”

You take his hand and smile, “Well, I don’t mind kissing you anytime you want. As long as you agree to be my boyfriend.”

“B-boyfriend?” you can hear the disbelief in his voice. He wants to ask you if you’re sure, but you already gave him all the proof he needs. “It’d be my pleasure…”

“Then I guess it’s official then…” you swing your conjoined hands back and forth as the two of you walk out of the courtyard together. “Now all we need to do is get revenge on his girls…”

“Already done,” Gyutaro looks at you with a smirk, “My sister and her posse jumped them.”

“Oh my god are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Gyutaro laughs, “She can be ruthless… maybe you could come over and Ume could tell you all about it? It’s a funny story.”

“Sure! I’d love to come over,” you lean closer to Gyutaro and he puts his arm around your shoulder. “We’ll go to the mall next time… it can be our first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“I’d like that,” he flashes you the cutest smile as the two of you walk away from the campus. The warm glow of the sunset enveloping you as you follow him back to his place.

[paperw0rmz]

wut's a trend from the 90s/early 2000s u wanna see make a comeback? :0

THANK YOU FOR ASKING

For those who don’t know Hi I’m Grave and I am obsessed with 90’s-2012 things and have archives and logs of media, specifically web, of things from those eras

1:Radio shack

As someone who is getting into ham radio and also just misses being able to get funky little add ons to computers and shit, I think we should all as a collective demand a radio shack. “Oh bUt yOu hAvE bEst bUy” I will literally slit your throat if you are dumb enough to think that that ugly wanna be ikea shit is anything remotely similar to big daddy Radio Shack

2:Chatrooms

Was I way too young to be on them back when they were popular? Yes. Did that result into trauma? Yes. But I’ve learned my lesson and now I want this shit back so bad. I LOVE chat rooms. “YeAh wE hAvE dIscOrd aNd DMS” ITS NOT THE SAME FUCKING THING AND YOU KNOW IT.

Bring back chatzy, bring back IRC (I’m active on a few), I’m even on Wireclub if anyone wants to join my chat rooms there!!! And pesterchum

3: physical copies of media

I hate streaming services. I hate it. There is nothing but zombie glossy eyed, let’s market to the brain dead, shit on there. Like yes, I love some of the shows, but we have lost so much shit from moving to streaming services. Remember on a VHS or DVD where you could watch behind the scenes, bloopers, play movie/show related games all on a tape/disk???? It’s the same with any physical music media too. I think it makes you more so focused on what entertainment you actually like. Too many people just like things because it’s popular or trending, which is fine, but when it comes down to it do you actively want to OWN something physical from the media? If not then is it something you’re willing to put time into then? Why not do something else?

4:Arcades

I’m not talking about that Dave and buster shit. I’m talking not scam (at least not as bad as it is now) arcades that was on every Main Street, in every mall, like in a mall now of days is a small as shit arcade if it’s NOT Dave and busters. I hate Dave and busters mainly bc they ruined a genre. It was marketed as a arcade for adults but then they added kid I pad games and now it’s just an awkward overpriced place to be where you can see a seven year old play cross road or angry birds on a glorified I pad and also see grown men get shit faced drunk.

5:MAGAZINES

Literally so hard to find good magazines now of days. Especially for a cost that won’t fucking kill you. I managed to get most of mine second hand, but it’s so hard to find anyplace that sells magazines especially ones that are to kids without being too babyish. I go to a grocery store and if I look for a young girls/boys magazine it’s about very YOUNG things to the point I don’t think the market audience can even read??? That or it’s just guns or gardening. Which is cool, but there isn’t anything for teenagers really anymore. Like yes there are, but you have to sign up online for it which is fine, but I miss being excited to go to the corner store to see if there is any latest addition of the magazine I loved there.

6:social interactions

You would jus stay outside or inside right next to your phone/computer waiting for someone to come by and tell you where everyone else is at. Like having to go walk to every gas station and corner store to see if your friends are there and getting excited when they are actually there. I am thankful for being able to easily like meet up with people, but like the feeling you get when you run into people and then go fuck off is so fun

7:The video games

Video game quality has gone down hill. I’m not talking about highly detailed story based games, no. I’m talking about app games, free to play games, all that shit. It is now a click bait, league clone, or clash clone. And it’s BORING. It’s all ad based and trying to suck as much money from you as possible and it’s all so ugly in that ugly 3D art style.

8:intelligence

*insert the tweet about how if you say you like waffles people will just assume it means you hate pancakes* people today do not have common sense anymore.

9: sense of community

#coquette #grassfromthegardencore #corefromcore

Like yes, back then was also elitist, but not as bad and forced as it is now. So many people today are so focused on aesthetic labels instead of just focusing on what they just like. Like yes, labels are comforting, but to the point you’re desperately asking what aesthetic this is so you can then throw out and change your aesthetic to match it and then repeat over and over? Gross.

10: early web memes

Memes arnt long lasting today as it was back then. There aren’t even memes today. Just a tiktok video that was posted on Twitter. I hate it.

[satashiiwrites]

Fuck it friday

tagged by the wonderful @monsterrae1. Tagging anyone who’d like to play along.

Title: Sleepless in LA, Chapter 11 (why will this fic not stop growing chapters???)

Fandom: 911

Pairing: endgame buddie. Have some side Lena/Lucy

Tags/warnings: first draft. Eddie needs to grow a pair. Lena is a good bro.

“Did you get her something for Christmas?” Lena asks, already knowing he’d been staring at all the displays in the mall, trying to get inspiration before their talk.

“No.”

“I’ll bet she got you something. So what are you going to do with that when she hands you a box with a perfectly tied bow on it? ‘Sorry Ana, I’m an asshole, and I think maybe we should see other people?’”

Eddie realizes that he is digging himself into a deeper hole but can’t seem to stop. “I could get her something small?”

Lena does actually kick him under the table for that one, and he yelps as her boot connects with his shin. Her boots are steel-toed. 

“Okay! Um… maybe I could text her?”

Lena looks like she’s about to throw her coffee mug at him. “Grow a pair, Edmundo.”

“I’ll ask her to meet me for coffee sometime this next week.”

“You better,” Lena grumbles. 

He does so and gets an immediate reply. Under Lena’s unnerving stare, he gets Ana to agree to a meet-up at their usual coffee spot tomorrow. “I still think it’s the wrong time of year.”

“You should not put this off,” she argues. “That’s crueler than letting it fester.”

“I guess…”  

“It is,” she insists. “Plus, then we can get looking for your Bucky.”

“He’s Christophers’, not mine.”

Lena glares. “If Christopher has his way, he’ll be yours too.”

“I’m just getting out of a relationship!” 

“That you are not invested in. It’s not like you’re heartbroken over Ana. Do you think she’d be open to trying women?”

“No.” He’s almost definitely sure that Ana will not be interested in rebounding with Lena. 

“Well, she obviously has a thing for firefighters,” Lena argues. “I’m just saying, is she flexible? I’ll take curious, even. I’m not looking for the brass ring—I’ll take a right now or friend’s with benefits.”

“Oh god,” Eddie is burying his face in his hands. He cannot deal with the idea of Lena hitting on his not-quite-ex-girlfriend. 

“Never mind,” Lena suddenly stops talking, and Eddie drops his hands to see what has changed. 

Lucy Donato—one of the floaters working with them--is at the coffee machine. Lena has the biggest crush on her. An embarrassing goes beet red every time she sees her kind of crush. 

Eddie’s pretty sure that Lena will never get up the nerve to ask her out. 

“Hey,” Lucy says as she joins them, sitting beside Eddie.  

Eddie sees an opening and takes his chance for revenge. “Lucy, have you ever dated other women?” He quickly spreads his legs so Lena’s kick hits the chair leg instead of his poor, abused flesh. 

“I’m an equal opportunity pansexual, so yeah, I have. Why?” Lucy asks, cupping her mug of coffee. She’s deliberately looking at him instead of Lena, but her cheeks are pink, and her fingers twitch toward Lena’s side of the table. 

“Well, my friend Lena here would love to take you out for dinner sometime.”

Lena is speechless, and Eddie knows she’s about two seconds from yanking him over the table and putting him in a headlock for being a brat. He’s saved, however, by Lucy.  

“Sure. You look like you could be a lot of fun,” she’s eyeing Lena up and down, biting her lower lip and smiling while a blush spreads down her neck. “Name the place and time, and I’ll be there.”

“You will?” Lena is cautious, like she can’t believe her luck. 

“Yeah, gorgeous,” Lucy winks at Lena and then sips her coffee. “What were you guys talking about before I got here?”

Lena’s smile is vicious. “Well, Edmundo here keeps dragging out breaking up with his perfect Latina girlfriend, who his mom loves.”

[imagineabuttercream]

Luggage & Tattoos (Josh x Reader) [smut]

Request - "So I brought this up on another page because I didn't want to be awkward but you saw it anyway. Can you do a curvy tattoo girl and Josh one shot? You kind of got me thinking about it and it so needs to be written"

Request - "Weird request? I never ever ever read the "Are you clean?" "Have you been checked?" conversation in fanfiction and it's an important one. Maybe work it into another request? Love you!"

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"Great. Fucking great." Joe collapsed to the floor in a dramatic fit. Of course he was playing it up for the cameras.

You, the buttercreams, and about 12 other you-tubers had all been flown out to L.A. for a sponsored event and somehow Josh, Joe, and you were left without your luggage.

"Oh, get over it." Caspar teased Joe, dipping down to film Joe's pouty face as he laid there on the airport floor next to the carousel.

"So, they said the bags won't get here until the day we leave. I told them to keep them at the other airport." Josh informed the two of you.

"Well, I need to shop." you laughed, pulling Joe up off of the ground.

"I don't want to." Joe whined.

"Josh? want to go hit up a few stores while they check into the hotel?" you asked.

Caspar and Josh were supposed to room together and you and Joe were supposed to room together.

"I'm in. I only have the outfit I'm wearing." Josh answered you.

"Have fun, you two. Don't get in too much trouble." Joe said, winking. You loved Joe, but you wanted to smack him. Last week you had drunkenly confessed that you had a crush on Josh. You and Josh were always cuddly, but he had been that way with other friends, so you didn't know if it meant anything. Joe had tried to convince you to tell him, but you made Joe swear he'd keep it to himself.

"Oh, fuck off, Joe." you replied, laughing.

Caspar pointed two fingers at his eyes and then at you. "We're watching you."

"Dad, you're embarrassing me in front of my friends." Josh joined in, shoving Caspar. You laughed and walked out of the airport.

You and Josh split from the group, taking an Uber to a mall. At first, the two of you split and went to different stores, but you were having a hard time finding a replacement dress for a party you were all going to, tonight. You had found a few pairs of jeans, undies, another bra, and a couple shirts/sweaters, but dress shopping was your nightmare.

"I got everything I need." Josh said, walking up to you with two bags.

"I'm almost there." You sighed, telling Josh he could Uber back or sit in the food court.

"I'll come help." he replied, pulling you into a store with windows full of dresses.

"You really don't have to endure dress shopping with me." you sighed, walking to a rack full of dresses.

"I don't mind." he smiled at you.

You were on your fourth dress when you had had enough. You sat down on the middle of the dressing room floor and sighed. "Fuck this." you were beyond done.

Hearing a knock, you shot up. "Almost done."

"Take your time." Josh replied. You thought it was a sales person, but Josh was standing on the other side of the door. "I was just checking on you."

You opened the door and hung your head. "I think I'm ready to quit looking. I'll make Zoe help me later."

"No way." Josh said, stepping into the dressing room. "Have you tried all of these on?"

"Yes." you sighed. Josh looked you up and down and made a weird face. "Seriously?" you laughed. "I know I'm a train-wreck. I don't need your judgy stare."

Josh laughed. "No, I just don't know why you picked that dress. It's not you at all."

"Okay, fashionista. Go pick one." you pointed out the door, reluctantly telling him your size. You were comfortable with your size, but you knew that most of the YouTuber girls were skinnier than you and situations like this always made you uncomfortable.

A few minutes later Josh knocked again, lifting three options over the door. "Try these." he said, leaning against the door.

Surprisingly, you liked all three of them. The first one didn't really fit right, but the second one looked promising. "Hey, can you zip me up?" you asked, unlocking the door.

"Yup." Josh replied, joining you in the dressing room again. "Holy shit." Josh said, zipping the dress up. "You have way more tattoos than I thought."

"Oh, yeah. I forget about the ones I can't really see." you laughed. "Everyone can see my arms, calves, and the top of my chest, but most of my back is done. I have tattoos up my sides, legs and across my stomach and hips, too."

Josh watched you smooth your hands over the fabric of the dress in the mirror. "You look great."

You turned around and threw your arms around him. "Thank you so much. I hate dress shopping and I was seriously ready to wear pajamas to the party."

Laughing, he put his arms around you. "Glad I could help. Let me unzip you and then we can go eat."

Your cheeks flushed. Why was it completely platonic to zip the dress up, yet awkwardly sexual to unzip it? "Thanks." you said, turning so he could reach the zipper.

When you finally made it to the hotel you found out that Joe had switched rooms with Josh. Joe and Caspar had already unpacked in the same room, leaving you and Josh to share. "They always do this." Josh said, unloading his shopping bags.

"They think they're so funny." you replied, unpacking your small carry-on bag. Thankfully you had packed your toiletries and make-up in that bag so you didn't have to repurchase everything.

"Jokes on them." he laughed. "We're the better roommates."

"Damn straight." you replied. "Mind if I shower first? I'll leave my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in there for you to use."

"Go ahead." he replied, sorting through his small carry-on bag. "My toiletries were in my main bag, so I'm going to go to the front desk for a razor and toothbrush."

"Remember to take a key!" you called out, starting the shower.

The party was amazing. You got to catch up with some of your friends and with the vlogging cameras out, everyone was on their goofiest behavior. As the night was winding down, you decided to cut out of the party earlier than the rest. Your room had a hot tub right outside and you had been waiting all night to use it.

"Where are you going?" Joe drunkenly slipped his arms around you.

"I'm going to go relax in our hot tub." you hugged your very drunk friend. "You guys have one too."

"Caspar's already been in ours." Joe laughed. "Alright, love. Have a good night." Joe kissed your cheek.

"You too, hun." you replied, sneaking away to your room.

When you got back to your room you realized you hadn't bought a bathing suit, yours being packed in your luggage that never made it. "Well, fuck it." you said, stripping out of your dress. You took your make-up off and threw your hair up and walked out the back doors in your bra and underwear.

After sitting in the comfy bubbling water for about 5 minutes, you heard the back door open again. "Hey!" Josh called, wearing his party outfit still.

"Hey" you called back, slipping a little further down into the water. "I'm surprised you left the party."

"Everyone's leaving. Most people are too drunk to function and the others are taking care of their drunk friends." he laughed.

"Ah, makes sense." you laughed. "Joe was snuggly drunk when I left, so I'd say he's 1 or 2 drinks away from waking up spooning with Caspar."

"I'm glad they switched rooms, then." Josh replied.

"True. I'm in a perfectly relaxed state of drunk." you closed your eyes and leaned back against the hot tub wall.

"I had a few too many." Josh laughed. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all. Fair warning, I'm in my skivvies." you laughed.

"Oh, yeah! Shit. I forgot to grab swim trunks." Josh replied. "Hey, at least we'll match." he said, going back inside to change.

When he slipped into the hot tub with you, the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a bit just enjoying the water and the beautiful weather outside.

"Can I see your tattoos?" Josh asked.

"I mean...Yeah, I guess." you said, your hands instinctively covering your stomach. "I, uh. Just. I'm not..."

Josh could see how nervous you got. "Hey, calm down. You don't have to show me if you're uncomfortable." he said, swimming forward to pull you into a hug. Like Joe, Josh always got more touchy feely when he drank. You definitely didn't mind.

"I don't mind you seeing them. Just don't judge me for being squishy." you laughed, calming down a bit.

Josh laughed. "Y/n, I have no problem with you being 'squishy'" he used air quotes.

You stood up in the hot tub, the water coming to the tops of your thighs. "You really are covered." He spent about 5 minutes looking at certain tattoos asking what they meant. "What does this say?" he pointed to a section of script you had on your ribs. He'd turn you to the light coming from inside so he could see each one.

When you turned around so he could see your back, Josh was pushing the band of your bra up so he could see the full tattoo. "Can I unhook this for a minute?" He asked.

Folding your arms over the front of your bra, you nodded your head. "Go ahead."

"Y/n, these are beautiful." he said, unclasping the back of your bra and tracing his fingers over the line-work.

"Thank you." you replied, shivering after standing in the cool air for a bit too long.

"Sorry, you're probably freezing." he apologized, putting his arms around you and pulling you down into the water.

"And half naked." you added, still holding the front of your bra to your chest. Your back was laying against Josh's chest and you could feel his arms around your middle.

"Well I don't want you to be cold, but I don't mind you being naked." Josh laughed.

You could feel your cheeks heating up. "It sounds like a pick-up line, but can you help me with my bra?" you smiled back at Josh.

Josh just stared at you for a second before turning you to sit sideways on his lap. "It's completely dark outside, now. You should just throw it over onto the porch so it will dry."

You couldn't tell if this was Josh being practical or flirty. "I have a dry bra in our room." you said, adjusting your arms.

"Come on. It's just me." Josh said, tracing his fingers over one of the tattoos that covered your collarbones. You shivered again and this time it definitely wasn't the cold. "How do you have the goosebumps in a hot tub?" Josh laughed, continuing to move his fingers over your skin.

"I'll tell you when you're older." you teased him, falling back in the water to sit across from him.

"Hey, you left me. And we're the same age!" Josh whined.

"Well, I'm taking your advice." you said, making sure you were low enough in the water before chucking your bra to lay on the dry porch.

"That doesn't mean you have to sit so far away." Josh swam across the hot tub and sat next to you with his arm resting on the hot tub wall behind you.

"Sometimes you're oblivious." you laughed, your hands covering your boobs even though the water came up to your neck.

"Nope. You are." Josh said.

"Nah, I think it's you, buddy." you laughed. "I was basically naked in your lap with your fingers touching my chest and you couldn't figure out why I got the goosebumps."

"Alright, that one's on me." Josh laughed, dropping his arm that was resting behind you to lay over your shoulders. "But I pulled you into my lap and told you to take off more clothes and you thought that meant 'go to the other side of the hot tub and hide.'"

"Josh, we're always in each others laps." you said, leaning into his side. "And you up your cuddle game when you're drunk." you giggled.

"We're both oblivious, then." Josh replied. "Looks like I need to be more forward."

"What does that mean?" you asked, but instead of answering Josh stripped out of his boxers and chucked them to join your bra on the dry porch.

"Get it now?" he asked, leaning down to pull you into a kiss.

"I get that you're very drunk." you answered.

"Nope. I'm the perfect amount of drunk." Josh defended himself.

"Well I could use another drink." you laughed.

"Nope. I want you to remember this." Josh replied, putting his hand over one of yours. "Stop covering yourself with your hands."

"Joooosh." you groaned. Part of you was happy to oblige. The other part of you was dreading waking up tomorrow morning to this just being "fun". You didn't want to mess around if he was only interested because you were convenient. It would ruin your friendship and break your heart in one fell swoop.

"Y/n." he said your name, slipping the same hand down to rub you through your panties. "Did I just read this whole situation wrong?" You shook your head no in response, moaning a bit. "Then what's going on?" he asked, pulling you to sit in his lap again.

Your hands were still covering your now exposed breasts. You took a deep breath and answered. "I actually like you. Like, want to date you, like you. I don't want a one night stand." you said, ducking your head.

"Y/n." He said your name again, but you didn't let him finish.

"I get that it's not mutual" you rambled. "and that's fine, but I'd rather us just stay friends than us mess around and..."

Josh interrupted your word vomit by capturing your lips in a kiss. He pulled your arms away from your body to wrap them around his neck and his hands slid down your back to pull your body against his. "You can ask Caspar. I've liked you for a long time, y/n" Josh said, breaking the kiss.

"Okay, I was definitely the oblivious one." you laughed, a little breathless, leaning in to kiss him again. You adjusted your legs to straddle his lap.

"I told you." Josh laughed, his hands sliding down to play with the waistband of the only piece of clothing you had on. "Do you want to call it a night or..."

"Oh, I'm definitely not ready for this to end." you said, pulling him in for another kiss. "I do think we should go inside if we're going to be noisy."

"Nope." he said, starting to pull your panties down your legs.

You floated back in the water a bit, letting Josh strip them off of you. "Are we really going to do this out in the open?"

"Definitely." he answered. "I have to go get a condom, though." Josh pulled you back to straddle his lap.

"I'm on the pill." you said, running your hands up into his hair. "So as long as..."

"I'm clean." Josh immediately answered.

"Me too." You replied, starting to grind against Josh's fully hard erection. Putting your hands on either side of his face, you leaned in and pulled him into a kiss. "I should have come clean a long time ago."

"No, I should have asked you out ages ago." Josh said, placing open mouthed kisses over your collarbone and up the sensitive skin of your neck.

You reached down and started stroking Josh, moving forward to sink down onto his waiting cock. "Oh, fuck." you said, bottoming out against his lap.

Josh moaned against your neck, slipping his hands down to firmly squeeze your ass as he started to thrust up into you. Throwing his head back, Josh moaned your name a few times mixed with some incoherent words.

You were in the water from your belly button down, but your chest was exposed. Starting to bounce in rhythm with Josh's thrusts, you moved your hands up to caress your breasts, stopping them from bouncing. "God, don't stop." you said a little too loudly, getting lost in the moment. "Oh, fuck. I forgot we were outside." you laughed, but stopped when Josh hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside you.

Josh leaned forward to bury his face in the softness of your breasts, scolding you when he realized you were still covering them with your hands. "Stop covering yourself." Josh practically growled, nuzzling his face past your hands. "Don't hide from me." He said, sliding his hands up your body to grope at the now exposed flesh.

As Josh's thrusts started picking up pace, you pulled him into a kiss. Josh's insistence on running his hands all over your body made you feel a bit brave. Moving your lips to his ear you whispered "Josh, I want to try something."

"Anything." Josh panted, burying his face in your neck. You pushed yourself to float back in the water away from him, but he slipped his arms around you. "Anything but that." he laughed.

"We're not stopping, babe." you said, kissing him and making your way to the other side of the hot tub. Sitting with your knees on the hot tub seat and your elbows on the hot tub wall, you looked back over your shoulder at Josh. "Come here."

"Oh, fuck." Josh said, wading over to stand behind your exposed ass. Rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds, you couldn't hold back your moan when he filled you in one rough thrust.

"Josh." you moaned, biting your lip to keep quiet when he started picking up the pace. "Oh, fuck me."

"God, you're perfect." Josh said, slipping his hands around you. One hand went to rub circles around your clit, the other slid up your body to play with your breasts. "Fuck, I'm close." he said, his thrusts falling out of rhythm.

"Me too." you panted, sliding your hand down to replace his, running your fingers over your clit. You reached your climax first, biting your lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

Josh could feel your body clench around his dick, making each thrust more intense. "Y/n." he moaned your name, cumming inside of you and slowly sliding in and out few more times, riding out his orgasm.

When Josh pulled out of you, he slipped his arms around you and pulled you back to lay against his chest on the other side of the hot tub. The two of you laid there, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Josh's fingers slowly traced random designs against the skin of your stomach and chest. "I know this might be out of order, but will you let me take you on a date tomorrow?" Josh asked, placing a sweet kiss against your temple.

"Absolutely." you said, smiling. You turned to lay against him, chest to chest, burying your face in his neck. You had only been laying there for a minute when you could hear noises from the suite next to yours. "Oh, shit. Joe and Caspar must be back." you said, sliding off of Josh and making sure the water covered everything from your shoulders down.

"Lets sneak inside." Josh said, starting to get out of the hot tub.

"Caspar! They're in the hot tub!" Joe called out, making Josh slip back into the water.

Peeking through the wooden slats of the fence that separated them, Caspar looked at the two of you. "Hey! We're coming over!" Caspar yelled, going inside.

"They have a key!" You whispered quickly.

"Oh, fuck me." Josh said, Jumping out of the hot tub to grab your undergarments. "Put these back on."

"Shit, shit, shit." You said, slipping your underwear back on. Josh had just slipped into his boxers when he saw you struggling to put your bra on. "This thing is fucking cold." you whispered.

"You're telling me." Josh laughed. "I just put ice cold boxers on. Put it in the water."

Just then your back door opened and your two very drunk friends walked through it. "Put your bra on and sit between my legs." Josh whispered in your ear, thankful for the dark. "I'll hook it"

"Thanks." you whispered back, slipping your arms through the straps and sitting in front of Josh.

Josh struggled to hook the bands together in the dark, but thankfully he got it while the boys were clumsily making their way into the hot tub. "Why aren't you two in your own hot tub?" Josh asked them, slipping an arm around your shoulder when you sat beside him.

"We wanted to be with our buddies." Caspar said, messing around with the control panel. "Where's the light?" he asked before finding the button.

"Caspar!" you whined. "Turn it off."

"It's on a timer." Caspar said. "It'll go off in 20 minutes."

"You two look comfortable." Joe said, teasing you and Josh.

"We were before you two brats invaded our hot tub." you laughed, leaning your head against Josh's chest.

"You love us and you know it." Caspar said.

"How did the rest of the party go?" you asked, changing the subject. Joe was staring at the two of you with a suspicious look on his face.

"It was good. This one disappeared with that bar tender he had been flirting with all night." Caspar said, shoving Joe.

"Hey, don't be jealous Casp." Joe said, laughing. "I told you to talk to that other girl but you chickened out."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep bragging. As per usual, Joe's the only one that pulled." Caspar replied, splashing water at Joe.

"That's not true." Josh said, turning to pull you into a kiss. You were totally surprised that Josh just announced it to your friends, but you were happy he didn't want to hide it.

"Who knows. You may get lucky twice in one night." you replied, kissing him one more time before turning to face your friends.

"Ho Ly Shit" Caspar said, smiling.

"I told you they'd finally hook up if we put them in the same room." Joe laughed.

"Ummm Joe? Their beds were still made when we walked through their room." Caspar looked over at his best friend and then down at the water.

"So?" Joe said before realizing what that meant. "Oh my god." the two of them scurried out of the hot tub.

You and Josh were dying laughing. "Have a good night, guys!" you called out.

"I call first shower." Joe said to Caspar, racing him to the door.

"I can't believe they let us get in after they defiled it!" Caspar replied.

"I would say we're kind of mean, but that was too funny." you said, turning to lay against Josh again.

"They deserve it." Josh laughed, pulling you into another kiss. "Let's go clean up."

"Definitely. I'm so pruney." you replied, climbing out of the hot tub. Slipping back into your room, you were still kind of riding the high of yours and Josh's hot tub time. You felt it fade away when you stood in front of the bathroom mirror with the stark white walls reflecting the bright lights. All you wanted to do was cover up. "I'm going to hop in the shower!" you called out of the bathroom.

"Hey, wait for me, beautiful." Josh replied, walking into the bathroom and pulling you in for another kiss. "We smell like chlorine." he laughed, smiling down at you.

"You're kind of perfect." you chuckled, smiling back up at him. You felt all of the worry and insecurity drain away.

"Well that's not true, but thank you." Josh laughed. "Lets shower so we can go to bed." he said, ducking down to kiss you one more time.

"Sounds perfect." you replied, stripping and following him into the shower.

[harpie-raven]

Real quick non-penumbra related post (I know, gaaaaaaaasp, they can do that? Yes, yes I can—)

In addition to audio dramas, I like DND podcasts too — champion of my favorites being The Adventure Zone (balance arc, yeah—) I also play DND, wasn’t able to for a long long time (…never only play at the mall where your ex still lurks/plays folks—) BUT! I’ve been given the wonderful opportunity to play again with some friends from work and it’s going great lol.

But point is — sometimes I can’t help but like imagine, if my campaign with my friends were a podcast like TAZ and people liked it, what moments would stand out/be poked at?

And I have a wonderful answer, delusionally thinking it’d be funny as an animatic: the time I got kidnapped

I’m currently a water genasi, and it’s important to note that I am small. Tiny. They use me for scouting ahead — BUT! We found a hole in the wall, I climbed in, there was cool shit in there so those who could shrank down or changed into something in order to follow me in. Everyone could! …but one — my friend’s dwarf cleric (of fucking Scientology, it is the funniest shit ever—) Nacara. Nacara kinda just stood there and let us go.

Also to note: Nacara likes skulls. She likes to to collect skulls (even when they reanimate and try to kill us, she still wants them—). And while we were in this tunnel, she saw a (moving) skeleton.

I realized about then that I had a spell that could shrink Nacara, and since I was already small I didn’t need it. So I popped out of the hole, looked around and asked what she wanted to be.

She looked around, from me to the Skeleton shuffling away, back and forth. I kept asking what she wanted to be, and Riley (real life name) slooooowly looks to our GM and says “….how strong is Venus (me) again?”

I’m…not very strong —

So then we realized why she was asking— next thing I know I fail a strength check, and she’s decided she’s gonna throw me over her shoulder.

The rest of the party just flat out assumed I that I died —

I was then dragged kicking and screaming through a tomb, we talked to some undead dwarves (if you could call what she did ‘talking’ lol—), and in the end…girl didn’t even get her skull, she just walked my ass back to the hole eventually and I turned her into an armadillo—

So yeah that’s my ramble — I know literally no one asked for it, but my friends are so great and so dramatic (another one of them literally set off a little mini firecracker to accent the fact that he was smiting someone), it’s fun to think of what people would think if that were the case. DND is just so fun, I’m so lucky I get to play again.

[katouasobi]

I felt a bit angsty tonight so I wrote this

I was on my way to school, it was a day of importance, we were going to have a celebration, and I was a girl.

That’s right, I was a girl, I was in school and I was a girl, I wore the girl’s uniform, I went to school wearing a bra, I had lots of friends that were girls and there wasn’t anything weird about that.

I had a crush on one of my classmates, he was very nice to me, and when he asked me out on a date I said yes, I felt happy because I could accept that date.

I was never mean to anybody, I kept up my grades, my teachers liked me, I was nice and helpful, my mom always took me to shop for nice dresses, I loved wearing dresses when I went to the mall.

I went to the mall and I was a girl, that’s right, a girl, I was a girl and I knew how to do my hair, I also knew how to do make up, I was in the mall and I bought a ps3, i was a girl and some found it weird, but it was mine, and I was a girl.

I was a girl and it was my birthday, it was my birthday and I was a girl, I got to wear a nice dress, my cake was pink and white, all my friends from school were there and they weren’t mean to me.

Yes that’s right, my friends were there and they weren’t mean, they saw my pony posters and they didn’t threaten to expose me to other people, because I was a girl and having pony posters is a normal thing for a girl.

I was a girl and I was a girl.

But I wasn’t a girl, I wasn’t a girl then, I am a girl now, but then I wasn’t.

I was mean, my friends were mean, I had to be a boy you see, and boys are mean.

Except that one boy I guess.

High school has been over for years now, I am supposed to be past it, but how can I, when my formative years were so painful, how am I supposed to be past it.

They say life gets better, and it does, life gets better, but they don’t tell you that you’ll still remember, that those memories will still haunt you and follow you.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been, yet at the same time, I long for those years lost, those moments that never happened, those experiences that never came.

Are you gay are you gay are you gay

I guess I am, I’m not a gay boy, I’m a gay girl, but I was a gay boy once, because that’s all I knew I was.

But why were they so obsessed with whether or not I was a gay boy?

Did they want to fuck me that badly?

Probably!

Ponies, The Powerpuff Girls, Monster High, Barbie

I could not have been more stereotypical

But I had to hide it you see, hide it deep, lash out at anyone that dared insinuate I was anything but the standard, I was a *cis straight boy* of course

Because if I wasn’t, then I would never have been able to survive

My therapist says that it was necessary, for me to play that role, for me to be like that, and while I do get to have more fun today, I haven’t had as easy a time as some other girls when it comes to losing that attitude.

I’m closed off, I don’t trust easily, I’m alone and I struggle, I feel disconnected from everything.

But I guess that’s just how it is

I can’t change the past, I can’t go back and make it better, I can’t go to my old self and tell her that our future looks bright, all I can do is try to live today as happy as possible.

With all my struggles, I can still get by, and if the side effect is a little bit of extra weight, then so be it.

But I just wonder if I’ll get over it some day.

High school, what a nightmare you were.

[betheflame]

Party Games

Fill for Team Marry @stevetonygames - square: Truth 

“Okay, two truths and a lie,” Steve said, a little tipsy, but not so tipsy that he’d lost vowels. God, he loved the All Star Break. He hadn’t gotten selected this year, which meant he got five entire days during the season to act like a human and not an athlete. Which is why he was at his boyfriend’s lake house with all of their favorite people, playing party games and eating food cooked over fires and not sweating his balls off in LA trying to play a team sport with strangers. 

“We all know each other too well for that bullshit,” Clint objected and then let out a belch. 

“Classy, Barton,” Nat said with an eye roll. He grinned at her. 

“I think we can dig deep,” Bucky said. “It’ll be even more fun since we know each other so well.” 

They all eventually agreed, and he patted the seat next to him around the campfire to signal to Tony for him to sit down. Tony shuffled on a his feet a little, gave Steve a strange look, and then ambled over.

“What’s with the face?” Steve asked. 

“No face,” Tony said, still definitely making a face. 

Before Steve could investigate further, Clint announced that he’d go first. 

“I’m going food themed,” Clint said. “My favorite Jelly Belly is juicy pear, I can’t stand water ice, and I know the secret ingredient in Nona’s sauce.” 

Eyes whipped to Tony, who shrugged. “She’s a loose canon, so I can’t offer a definite either way.” 

A vociferous debate ensued, before Nat remembered that Clint had once told her that his favorite flavor of Jelly Belly was actually the tutti frutti one, and then everyone wanted the story about how he got Nona’s recipe. 

“Oh, I don’t have the whole recipe,” Clint said. “I just know the secret ingredient.”

“I know the whole thing,” Bucky said smugly. 

The group groaned and Sam threw an empty beer can at him. “Fool, she gave you her book for graduation. We were all there when you cried like a child.”

“I will perfect her tiramisu or die trying,” Bucky swore. 

“I think you have to be soaked in Italian Catholic guilt the same way the ladyfingers are soaked in espresso to really nail that one,” Tony mused. 

Next went Nat (who told the lie that she hadn’t ever bought a pair of Manolo Blahniks, which Pepper guessed was a lie on a technicality because Nat had gotten them from an ex), then Pepper (who was forced to confess that she went to see the cast of Glee on their mall tour), and then Bruce (who shocked them all by telling a story about getting so drunk on absinthe in college that he actually turned green). 

Then it was Tony’s turn. He cleared his throat. “I accidentally bought a timeshare in Boca Raton.”

“That’s sadly true,” Pepper said and the group laughed. “I was there for that one.”

“Spoilers, Potts,” Tony admonished teasingly, but there was still something off in his tone. Steve made a note to check in with Tony later. 

“Start over,” Nat said, “and Pepper, don’t ruin anything.”

Pepper made a move of zipping her lips and Tony spoke again. 

He held up one finger. “Sometimes, when I miss Anna, I buy Toll House break-and-bake cookies and make them just so the house smells like it did when she lived with us.” He put up another finger. “I actually understand the rules of cricket, and three, I have a ring in my pocket and I’m ready to propose to Steve but I don’t know how.”

Steve’s entire body froze and he felt like he was in a black hole. He was aware of noise happening around him, but all he could focus on was Tony’s hand finding its way to his knee. 

“Are you fucking with me?” Steve said, his voice a broken whisper. 

“Never,” Tony said. 

Steve shifted, and reached into the pocket of his jeans to produce a ring of his own. “You stole my line.”

About an hour later, after they’d found some prosecco to toast to the newly engaged couple and taken about a thousand photos and Steve had called his mom, Bucky spoke up.

“So what’s the lie, Stark?”

“Are you kidding, no one fucking understands cricket.”

[shigarakis-cumdump]

An Unhealthy Obsession- Shigaraki x reader

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Summary: Short yandere fic based off the song “An Unhealthy Obsession,” by The Blake Robinson Synth. Orchestra. 

Cw: yandere and stalker tendencies

Word count: 1.9k 

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Many people would call Shigarki the creepy type if they saw him on the street. Slouched over, face always buried in his phone with his hoodie covering the rest. He looked like your local creep who hung around popular stores and malls by himself. He would go to one mall in particular, even more so after he realized they had a Game Stop there. He would frequently go in to browse, and while he was checking out one day, he met you behind the counter.

“Will this be all?” you ask in your sweet customer service voice, with your head slightly tilted. Shigaraki froze in place. No one this pretty has ever talked to him before.

“Um, yeah, that’s all.” he says quickly, looking down to the ground while you're bagging his games.

“This one’s my favorite; I’ve been playing non-stop since it came out, have fun with it!” you say as you hand the bag back. And you play games? Could it get any more perfect?!

“Thanks,” he managed before walking out of the store and finding the closest bathroom. He locked the stall door and sat down. With his heartbeat in his cock, he couldn’t stop thinking of how innocent your voice sounded, and how pretty you looked. He decided from then on you were his next obsession.

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Shigaraki visited the store so often he learned your schedule. He would watch others make small talk with you, and it made him want to steal you for himself. His blood boiled when someone else would make you laugh. Soon enough, seeing you at your work wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more about you. So he followed you home one day. He kept his distance, being too scared of appearing creepy to people around him. You lived a few blocks away from him, who knew!This made it very easy for Shigaraki to stake out across the street and just watch you for hours. You always kept your windows open, maybe for the natural light? He appreciated it though; in his eyes, you left your blinds open for him. So he could watch as you dance around your room with your dog, and then relax and watch tv, hugging a pillow as you accidentally fall asleep. You were precious, and he realized all you wanted, all you needed, was someone like him to cuddle up into, to make sure you were safe. After all, there were too many creeps who could hurt you- he was just making sure they didn't get to you.

Shigaraki made it back to his place, but you never left his head. He went from sitting in the bushes, to sitting hunched over his desk, looking up your name on every search engine imaginable. “Bingo!” he says once he finds your socials. He scrolls down your page, seeing your stories about going to conventions earlier in the summer, spending time with your friends and- oh? What’s this? You were hugging a boy in this picture. Shigaraki zoomed in to get a good look at his face. “Why would you want a bastard like him?” he grunted angrily. He clicked on his profile and saw a post of you two eating at “your favorite restaurant” together for his birthday. The post was from the beginning of this year, so maybe you weren’t still with the guy. I mean Shigaraki didn’t see anyone while he was stalking you, which was a good sign.

Over time, his camera roll would fill up with screenshots of you off of your profile, shaky pictures he snapped of you while you were working, etc. He was in the store just when you worked now, because any other time he was following paces behind you to wherever your pretty feet were taking you. Stepping up to the counter with a few games, you began checking him out. His voice low and quiet as he asked, “Do you play games often?”

“Oh sure! Whenever I have free time, really. But lately I’ve been too busy. We should totally play together sometime!” you beam. Play together? He wanted to do a lot more than that .

“C-Cool, then I’ll see you through a screen next time,” Shigaraki scratches his neck awkwardly. You give him that practiced smile you show to all the customers. “Oh, what time do you get out?” he asks, and you give him a confused look. “S-so I know when to hop on! Just in case..” he drifts off, trying to keep cool. You tell him around 8, and he leaves. That’s perfect. Gives him just enough time to run some errands.

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Shigaraki went to the hardware store and got the smallest cameras he would find. He hurried over to your place, and prayed the key was still under the rug where you left it. And it was! He unlocked your door, and your small dog ran up to him, jumping on his leg. “You’re a friendly little guy, aren’t you?” he says, leaning down to pet the dog. Don’t get distracted ! He reminded himself. He began by setting a few cameras up in your room, one facing each corner. This gave him a perfect view of your bed, desk, and closet. While he was in there, he picked up a piece of thin red fabric off the ground. He inhaled deeply, to smell a sweet and salty scent. He shoved them into his pockets for later, and finished placing the cameras.

Back out in the living room, your dog was following him around. Shigaraki knelt down and gave him a pat. He read the dog's collar; apparently his name was Shiro. Cute. “You want something, Shiro? You need some food?” he asked, looking around for his dog dish. He found it and filled it up and then sat on the couch. He took your panties out of his pocket, giving them another whiff. The smell shot straight down to his groin, heating him up. He pulled his phone out and went to his album just for you and scrolled through the pictures. He loved you so dearly, and one day you would know just how much he cherished you. He played back the small interactions the two of you had, and all the memories you’d have together in the future. He palmed his hardening cock, head leaning back on the couch.

It was 6:30, he still had a few more hours before you were back. He revealed his dick from his sweatpants, his tip leaking pre. He put your red panties in his hand, and started to jerk himself off- the soft lace brushing against the underside of his dick. His breathing became hitched and sporadic at the thought of you underneath him making the same noises. No, he wasn’t experienced, but you would teach him everything he needed to know!

“Y/N… god you’re so tight..” he groaned. His hips thrusting up into you as you let out lewd noises for him. He grabbed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“God please- fuck, I’m close, Shiggy!” you whined under him, twitching with your back arched and a tit in his mouth. The thoughts that filled his mind went directly to his cock. Shigaraki humped his hand, wishing it could be you, waiting for when it was you. Maybe you’d even fuck on this couch, who knows. He quickly finished and made sure to leave nothing behind before heading out and staking out behind the bushes again.

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You throw yourself on the couch as always, sitting where he sat just an hour ago. You made yourself some tea as you turned the tv on. It wasn’t too late, meaning Shigaraki could watch you for a bit.

A little later, you make yourself dinner. You take the trash out and leave it by the road. Shigaraki, being the weirdo he is, makes his way across the street, dangerously close to your front window, to snoop through your trash. There had to be something good in there. . He rummaged through your trash to find empty take out containers, some paper, and- chapstick? He wasn’t big on using it himself, but if it was yours, it was automatically going on his lips. He thought of it like an indirect kiss from his one and only. It had a taste of sweet strawberries, probably what you would taste like if he ever had the chance to kiss you. One day, he keeps telling himself. He pulls out his phone to check your room cameras and he sees you starting up your pc. Right! You asked to game with him earlier!  Shigaraki raced back home to load his game, praying he would find you in one of the local servers. There was FlameThrower2050 , TheRadicalDude , SuckItRight , and Shiro’sCloud online. You had to be the last one. He shot you a direct message, asking if you were up for a game, and you said yes. You actually said yes! Of course, you didn’t know it was him. You went into a private lobby and you turned on your headset. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked innocently. Your pure voice went right through his heart. “Uh yeah, you sound great,” he blurts out. “Oh, Shigaraki?” you remembered his name?! This left him ecstatic. The game starts and you play a few rounds, Shigaraki being in heaven. You ended up beating him. In every. Single. Round. A bit embarrassing for him, but you laughed it off and didn’t make fun of him for it. Oddly, that stuck with him. You were so nice the whole time- he couldn’t wait to talk to you at work tomorrow!

It was getting late, which is why you had to go, which also meant Shigaraki got to watch you on the cameras. He pulled out his phone, switching to the view of your bed. You crawled in with just panties and an oversized shirt on, how cute. You scrolled on your phone for a little, until it dropped on your chest and you fell asleep. Your phone battery is gunna die, silly… Shigaraki thinks to himself. He could always go over and plug it in for you. No! That was too dangerous!! What if you wake up when he’s standing over you? Certainly that’s not a good impression to leave. He argues with himself for a bit before he’s out of the house, running down the street. His feet carry him all the way back to your place. He grabs the key and goes for the door. It was unlocked. You left it unlocked for him? How nice of you! He sneaks in and Shiro is quick to jump on him. Shiro took quite a liking to him. He tiptoed over to your room, looking at your sleeping body through the door crack. He opened the door slightly, going in and looming over you. He pried the phone from out of your hands and plugged it in for you. You would thank him later; tomorrow! When you’d see him next. Shigaraki zoned out, watching you sleep soundly for a good hour, stealing pictures of you while you were snoring, and getting a quick sniff of your hair. He had stayed there a lot longer than intended, the sun starting to rise. He snuck out of your room and locked the door on his way out.

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“Oh, hey!” Shigaraki hears your pleasant voice call out to him from the counter. “Last night was a lot of fun; how about we play again tonight?” you ask him. He immediately says yes, his heart doing flips in his chest. This was the start of something good.

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

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Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

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“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

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The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.