#It's fucking 12am I shouldn't be up

[drakkonyan]

Shu takumi himself appeared in a dream and revealed this to me

Text: (over Apollo) "has kissed but doesn't want to overwhelm him"

(over Klavier) "has never kissed but reads shit tons of fanfiction (he learnt all the wrong things from it)

#My art #Shitpost #traditional art #watercolour #watercolor #Klapollo #apollo justice #klavier gavin #Expects tongue meme #Has never kissed before meme #I one read a fic where klav got the kpop member treatment growing up so he never had had a partner or intimacy and it changed me forever #And Apollo had to teach him everything and to treasure him there was nothing wrong of it and that he doesn't think less of him #I'm still not ok /pos #It's fucking 12am I shouldn't be up #ace attorney

[muutos]

you know what,?????? omega has no right to stand on that stage and arch his back. & do that ballet dancer shit with his arms ... and stomp stomp stomp ... like who the fuck does he think he is?

#i had a nap at 12am and then demanded mcdonalds #and i'm pissy about horse ghoul again #wake the fuck UP #secundo is still alive #misc * / out of character #but i shouldn't beeeee

[javiscigarette]

For You, I Would

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel catches you doing something you definitely shouldn't be doing and teaches you you lesson (or a prequel to Push and Pull aka the first time he sends you to subspace)

Warnings: no use of y/n, let's see, PWP, established relationship, dom Joel (daddy Joel near the end) fingering, crying, subspace, degradation, cum play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), spitting, spanking, ass play, creampies, wet, messy, filthy smut

w/c: 9k of pwp oops

a/n: Sooo there are multiple requests that have been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for months so this is long overdue. And ummm I think I was possessed or something while writing this bc Whoa!!! it's a lot. Anyway, it was fun revisiting push and pull, hope this lives up to those standards lmao

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"Yours" you pant, hands clawing at the blankets beneath you. "Always yours" "Mhm" he hums against your neck, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "And that's why you like when it's too much. When I'm in charge and you have to do what I tell you, when you have to take what I give you and not complain about it. Because you like being mine"

It happens on a late, rainy Saturday morning.

The bedroom is dark when you wake up, the rain pounding against the windowpane with a soft rumble of thunder in the distance. The spot next to you is empty but the smell of food cooking wafting upstairs and through the slightly cracked bedroom door lets you know where he is. 

You roll over to the empty side of the bed, the soft sheets still slightly warm. You bury your face into his pillow, the smell of his cologne and shampoo overriding your senses. And that's when you feel it, wetness seeping out of you down your inner thigh. You glance over to the alarm clock, which read 10:12am, 3 hours after Joel woke up with his raging hardon pressed firmly into the back of your thigh. 3 hours after he fucked you into the bed and how he made you cum around his cock twice before he unloaded inside of you, then slowly fucked his cum in as deep as he could get it. 

He got a wet rag to clean you up, but you were too sleepy and tried to actually get up and do something about the liquid slowly seeping out of you. But you kind of liked it, falling back asleep to the feeling of being full of his hot release, drops of it dribbling out of you even though you tried your best to keep it in. 

And now, your cunt is already aching at the thought of his cum still deep inside of you so much of it right where it should be. You inhale a deep breath with your face squished against the pillow, the scent of him going straight to your core and adding to the building pressure. You wish he was here; wish he would just fuck another load into you right now. But if he's making breakfast, then you can't complain. 

So, you take matters into your own hand. With a deep breath, you slip a hand between your bare thighs and press the heel of your palm to your clit, the friction immediately making you moan quietly into the pillow. You rock your hips slowly, lighting grinding against your hand before dipping your fingers into the mess leaking from your hole. You don't even think, you just do. You smear his cum on your cunt, coating it thickly and slipping two fingers into yourself with ease. It's almost embarrassing how easy you open up for them, how slick and wet you are, both from a couple hours ago and now. Your chest feels warm and tight as you slowly pump your fingers in and out of your swollen hole, letting soft moans tumble past your lips as you do so. You're so consumed in what you're doing that you don't hear the bedroom door creak open.

"What are you doing, baby?"

You gasp and yank your hand away like you've been burnt, rolling over onto your back and staring wide-eyed at him.

He's standing in the doorway, red and plaid pj pants hanging low on his hips. His arms are crossed over his bare chest, his face set in a deep frown. 

He caught you red fucking handed.

"N-nothing, I swear. I was just..." You're not sure how to finish that sentence. Your heart was already kicking in your chest from both arousal and the expectancy of Joel's next course of action. You knew you were in for it. You know you broke his rules. 

You cower under his icy glare, wishing you could just disappear into the mattress. But you can still feel a gush of slick seeping out of you, adding to the mess in between your legs. Your heart beats even faster as he silently crosses the room to the side of the bed where you're lying. He sits on the edge, one leg tucked under him so he can face you.

"Do you remember our rule?” His tone is sickeningly sweet and gentle.

 "I-I'm not allowed to touch myself unless you say."

"Mhm" he nods, his hand falling to your thigh. You can feel his grip through the comforter. "Was comin' up here to tell you breakfast is ready, and this is what I find. A bad little girl breaking the rules"

"I-I'm sorry, sir."

He's rubbing your thigh now, the soft fabric of the blanket separating his hand from your skin. "That's alright. It's okay to make mistakes."

The heaviness in your chest lightens at that, a soft smile curling on your lips. You thought you were really in for it.

"But you know what I have to do now, right?"

Your heart leaps back into your throat, a wave of nerves hitting you again, undercut with the wave of arousal causing more slick to leak out of your sore hole. You whine and squirm under the blankets, giving him the most remorseful look you can.  

"I'm sorry, sir" you whisper again, pleading with wide wet eyes. "Just wanted to feel you. Wanted more." Your voice wavers and trails off to a quiet whisper as you cast your eyes down in shame. 

Joel hums, his hand traveling further up your leg, pushing the blanket off your thigh in the process. His hand is warm and big, almost completely engulfing the flesh of your upper thigh.

"I know, baby" he murmurs, his eyes glued to where your thighs are pressed together. "Poor little thing is always so desperate to be filled, huh?"

You bite your lip and nod your head but keep your body perfectly still. You know better than to move right now after the stunt you just pulled. He moves his hand between your legs, his thumb swiping against the slick leaking out of you.

"My little slut is still all wet" he mumbles. The words make you shiver.

He wipes the pad of his thumb over your clit, causing you to gasp and jolt. He shushes you, his other hand coming to grip the underside of your thigh, slowly spreading your legs apart. A low groan, almost a growl, comes from deep in his chest at the sight of your swollen, sopping wet cunt on full display for him, his cum mixed with your sticky arousal leaking steady from your fluttering hole, dripping down, and sliding over your asshole onto the sheets below you.

"Such a sloppy little cunt" he murmurs, dragging his fingers through the mess and then pulling them away. Your eyes are glued to his movements, watching with rapt attention as he raises his hand and slips his fingers into his mouth, licking the wetness off them with a pleased hum.

"Gonna teach you a lesson, baby.” He announces after pulling his fingers from his mouth. “Gonna teach you to follow our rules.” 

"Please, sir” you plead. “I'll be good, I promise. Just...just wanna feel you."

"Oh, I know you’ll be good. And you're gonna feel me" he purrs, his fingers back on your cunt, spreading the slick around and rubbing against your clit. "Gonna fill you up, sweet girl.”

You whimper at his words, a new wave of arousal hitting you and coating his fingers. He groans and slips his middle finger into you with no resistance. 

"But first, m'gonna make you cum" 

You're shocked at his promise. He rarely lets you get off the hook this easy. He wastes no time, pumping his thick finger in and out of your cunt. You moan softly, the pleasure rippling through your stomach, your muscles tightening as he works. He wastes no time adding another finger and curls them up, rubbing at the spot that makes you see stars. Your walls flutter around him as electricity crackles down your spine and settles as white heat between your legs. You whimper as he massages your front walls, more slick and cum running down his fingers into his palm.

"Gettin' my hand all messy, baby" he mumbles.

You try to stifle a moan as you watch his fingers slide in and out of your drenched hole, the lewd wet sounds of it all fills the room and causes your cheeks to burn. It doesn't take long for him to bring you to the edge. It never does. He's had too much practice, knows your body and what buttons to press that get you there in no time.

"Close, sir. Please, I'm so close" you breathe, your hands fisted tightly in the sheets beneath you.

"Go on" Joel murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. "Cum all over my fingers, baby"

And then you're coming undone, a cry leaving your lips as your muscles clench and contract, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks. Joel groans, his fingers never slowing, and leans down to kiss and nip at your neck, his tongue running over the damp hallow of your throat while his other hand squeezes the flesh of your thigh.

"That's it, baby. So good for me, so good."

You're a whimpering mess, your hips rocking and chasing the high as he works you through your orgasm. You eventually start to come down, but his fingers are unrelenting. He continues to massage your front wall, his mouth attached to the base of your throat. You feel like jelly, your limbs heavy and boneless, the only thing grounding you being Joel's hot mouth sucking a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his thick fingers buried in your cunt. 

"That's one" he mutters against your skin.

You gasp and whine. You know exactly what he means. 

"Joel, fuck I can't-"

"Don't fuckin' lie" he growls, his teeth nipping at your collar bone. "Needed to cum so badly that you had to break the rules and touch yourself and now you're sayin' you can't handle it?" 

"Joel, please. I-"

"You'll cum as many times as I tell you to. Greedy girl, should be grateful that I'm lettin' you cum at all"

You bite down hard on your bottom lip, the familiar tension beginning to build back up in the pit of your stomach. You try to squirm out from his grasp, even though you're well aware it's against your best interest to do so, but you can't help it. It's all so overwhelming and you know it's only going to get worse, that this is just the beginning of what he has planned for you. But his free hand quickly finds your hip, pinning you to the bed. You keep squirming, but the only movement you can manage is a slight roll of your hips against his hand. 

"Stay still and take what I'm givin' you" he grunts, his hand squeezing the flesh of your hip.

"Can't" you whimper. "Can't, 's too much"

Much to your surprise, Joel immediately retracts his hand and sits up straight again. The pressure of his fingers is gone, which you thought would be a relief, but all you feel is cold and empty. He glares down at you, one eyebrow raised expectantly as the muscles flex in his jaw. 

"You want me to stop?"

"No! No, I didn't mean it like that"

"What did you mean, baby? Because I'm not a mind reader. If you need me to stop, then you know what to say, don’t you?"

"I know, I just, I mean-"

"You just what? Just want to be bad still?"

His tone makes you feel small and little, and your cheeks burn. You'd probably cry if it were any other situation, but your cunt just clenches pathetically around absolutely nothing. 

"I meant, um, I meant it's too much and I can't handle it and-and"

"And you're being punished," Joel interjects "And you need to fucking deal with it" his gaze icy and dark.

You bite your lip and nod, tears pricking behind your eyes, but you blink them away. "Yes, Sir."

He hums approving, his wet hand sliding further up your thigh, back towards your center. 

"What's the safe word?" he asks, his tone slightly gentler. Just slightly. 

"Red" you squeak out. 

"Do you wanna use it?" 

you shake your head vehemently. "No, sir." 

He chuckles darkly, his wet fingers tracing over your cunt and teasing your entrance. "Didn't think so. Such a greedy little cockslut."

He's back inside you before you can even respond, pumping his two fingers in and out. You cry out, the sudden fullness and stretch making you writhe under him as his calloused finger pads rubbing against your velvety walls in just the right way. He doesn't bother letting you adjust, just immediately curls his fingertips and pummels against your g-spot. The familiar tension is already building again, but you're so sensitive, and it feels like too much, like a burning ache deep inside of you.

"Oh, god. Oh, fuck" you choke out, voice already watery and wrecked.

"Takin' my fingers so good, baby" Joel groans, his eyes fixed on where he's working in and out of your swollen cunt. "Look so pretty stuffed full of my fingers."

Your thighs shake and your breath gets caught in your throat, and that's how Joel knows.

"That's it. Cum, baby. I wanna feel you squeeze around me again"

You open your mouth, ready to tell him again how it's too much but all that comes out is a loud moan as the tightly wound cord finally snaps. Your walls clamp down around his fingers as your incessantly roll your hips, inadvertently grinding your clit against the heel of his palm. Your hand shoots up to grab his bicep, your fingernails digging into the skin so hard that you're positive you're drawing blood. 

"There you go, baby, that’s it. That’s two." 

He's not stopping, doesn't even slow down, and the intensity is so great that a few tears slip from your eyes. He finally takes his hand off your hip, allowing you to move your lower body, and instead uses his now free hand to push the thin straps of your camisole off your shoulders, tugging it down and exposing your chest.

"Play with your tits, baby" he growls, his fingers still moving inside of you. His voice is starting to sound a little further away as the blood pumping through your veins roars in your ear. Your hands immediately find your chest, squeezing your soft mounds before tweaking your nipples.

"Oh, god" you choke out, back arching off the mattress and into your own touch. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, and it feels like your heart is going to beat right out of your chest. The fire in your belly is burning bright again, creeping in before you can even recover from the last one. It's all too much. You feel like you're being lit on fire, the feeling in your core almost too intense. You're so overwhelmed and overstimulated yet so desperate for more all at the same time.

"Gonna cum for me again, baby?" Joel taunts, his lips curved in a devilish smirk.

You can't even respond, you can't do anything but lay there and let him work, a pathetic whining noise leaving your lips. Your hands are still on your breasts, playing with them as best you can, pinching and tugging at your nipples, your back arching off the mattress as pleasure and pain surge through you. You don't register what he's doing with his other hand until it’s pushing down on your stomach, right on top of where he’s stroking your spot with his fingers. And the tension snaps once again. 

And that's when the tears fall. 

Hot, wet drops stream freely down your cheeks as the dam breaks open. Your entire body tenses as you cum for the third time in less than 10 minutes, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every cell in your body while you positively writhe underneath him. 

Joel notices and his fingers immediately still inside of you. Anxiety and concern replace the hunger in his eyes, his heart now pounding his chest for a completely different reason. 

"Color, baby" he says, his voice soft and gentle, doing a good job to mask the worry that's quickly consuming him. 

You blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision enough to look at him. You can't make out his features, your eyes bleary with unshed tears, and your body is so wracked with tremors that you're unable to speak, your breath catching in your throat.

You don't answer, and it terrifies him. His hand slips from your core and you whine, feeling empty and cold and sore, more slick dripping down between your cheeks. He moves to lie next you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight against his chest. 

"M'sorry, baby" Joel whispers, his voice trembling slightly as you continue to sob into his chest. His heart pounds and his hands trembling where he's holding you. It takes another minute or two for you to calm down and finally take a deep breath. 

"M'okay" you manage to mumble, your lips brushing against his skin. He pulls back at the sound of your voice so he can look at your face. His stomach twists a little at the sight of your raw, tear-stained cheeks. 

"Fuck, baby. Are you sure? I shouldn't have pushed, should've listened to you, should've--" 

"It's okay" you breathe, cutting him off. "Wasn't too much just.... just felt really good" 

Joel frowns and wipes away some of your tears with the pad of his thumb "But you were cryin' honey."

You let out a faint chuckle. "Yeah. But...but it's good. Like, so fucking good"

His face relaxes a bit, relief washing over him as he sighs. "Had me worried, baby. Thought I went too far."

"No, no, you were perfect" you murmur. "Just...didn't expect it, I guess"

Joel hums and places a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

"How do you feel now?" he asks, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek.

"Shaky, sore. Tired."

He nods his head, his gaze dropping from yours for a moment.

"Think we should talk about this" he says after a few moments.

"We are talkin’" you giggle weakly.

"M'bein' serious" he huffs, his gaze returning to yours.

"I know" you sigh. "Talk about what?”

"What happened. That was a lot, baby. Never seen you come undone like that before"

"I told you it felt good” you remind him, snuggling a bit closer. “Better than good, actually"

"Well, I know that. But I need to know if you're okay, right?"

"Of course. You took care of me. Made sure I was alright"

"I mean, yeah, I did. But...but you’ve never cried like that, sweetheart. Scared me a little"

You stare up at him, his brown eyes full of concern but still so much of that familiar warmth. 

"I liked it" you say quietly, suddenly very aware of how close his bare chest is to your face. "Like a lot. Liked how...how in control you were. Like being used by you, liked the way it felt to be..."

"To be what, baby?"

"Overstimulated. I...I like it when it's too much."

"Jesus Christ" Joel groans, the sound vibrating in his chest and tickling your cheek. "Didn't know I had such a filthy girl in my bed."

"It's not filthy, it's...it's fun."

"Hmm, and that's the only reason?"

"Why else would I like it?"

"C'mon baby, don't play dumb. We both know why you like it"

"W-what are you talking about?"

He laughs, his chest bouncing, and rolls on top of you, his hands bracketing your face and his lips finding yours. He kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tasting you, his beard scraping against the smooth skin of your cheeks.

"I think you like it because it makes you feel small." He whispers when he pulls away. "And you like being taken care of and held down and bossed around and fucked."

"Joel" you whimper, his words sending a pulse straight to your already throbbing core.

"You like being a good girl for me" he continues, ghosting his lips along your jaw and down the side of your neck, sucking and nipping as he goes. "But you love being punished, don't you? Like when I use you and take whatever I want, however I want. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?"

"Yes" you moan, your legs falling open wider as he settles his body in between them. "God, yes. Love it when you fuck me and call me names and-- and hold me down and tell me what to do."

"I know, baby. Know you're a filthy little slut who needs to be taken apart. My dirty little girl. Aren't ya?"

"Yours" you pant, hands clawing at the blankets beneath you. "Always yours"

"Mhm" he hums against your neck, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"And that's why you like when it's too much. When I'm in charge and you have to do what I tell you, when you have to take what I give you and not complain about it. Because you like being mine"

His words bring back that floaty feeling, your heart starting to race in your chest again. He's right, he knows as much as you do. 

"I love it, Joel” you admit breathlessly. “Love being yours"

“I know, baby” Joel hums, his teeth nipping at the base of your throat. "And you want to keep going, don't you?"

"Please" you beg almost immediately, rolling your hips against his, your clit brushing up against the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Good girl" he growls, his hot tongue lapping at the sweat glistening on the skin of your neck. He trails wet, open-mouthed kisses from the hollow of your throat to your collarbone and down your sternum until he reaches your chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub and making you gasp. He sucks and licks, the tip of his tongue swirling around stiff peak before switching to the other, the flat of his tongue laving over it.

"Love when I tease you like this too, huh honey?" he says, his hot breath fanning over your chest. "Love when I get you all worked up and touch you everywhere except the one place you want it."

"Yes, sir." you whine, threading your fingers through his hair, fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp. He hums as he rolls his tongue around your nipple one last time before pulling back and sitting up.

"Hands and knees" he says firmly, and your stomach flutters at the command as you scramble to sit up and position yourself just like he wants. 

"Such a good girl" he croons, his large hand caressing the small of your back. "So eager and ready to please"

You let out a breathy whimper, his praise making you giddy.

"You gonna do what I tell you? Be my good little girl and let me play with that tight cunt until you can't think anymore?"

"Yes, sir" you nod.

"What's the safe word?"

"Red"

"And what are you going to do if you want me to stop?"

"Say red"

"Good girl."

The hand on your back slides lower, his palm cupping your ass.

"Spread your legs wider for me" he instructs, his other hand sliding up your spine and pushing your shoulder forward, encouraging you to lean down and put your face against the mattress. You do as he says, moving your knees apart and bowing your back, giving him a nice view of your ass.

"There ya go. Now, stay."

You wait in anticipation, wondering what's coming next. A few seconds later, he swats your ass cheek, not enough to necessarily hurt, but enough for it to sting a little. He rubs the reddened flesh, squeezing the cheek in his palm.

"So fuckin' pretty" he rasps. "My pretty girl."

He delivers a sharp slap to your opposite cheek, his palm connecting with the plump skin. Your cunt clenches and you moan at the delicious pain. He growls, delivering a couple more smacks, a bit harder this time, before soothing the tender flesh.

He then leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the small of your back, his beard tickling your skin before moving lower. You feel his hot breath against your slit as his palms slide down and grab handfuls of your ass, his thumbs spreading your cheeks and exposing your cunt and asshole. 

"Jesus Christ" he hisses, his warm breath fanning over your pussy. "You're fucking soaked, baby."

Without warning, he drags his tongue through your folds, lapping at your swollen and dripping core. You let out a wet gasp, the sensation immediately rekindling the fire in your belly. 

"So goddamn sweet" Joel groans, He buries his face between your legs, his tongue and beard driving you crazy, the scratch of his stubble burning on your inner thigh. He sucks on your clit, his lips closing around the swollen nub and pulling it into his mouth, his tongue flicking expertly at the little bud. You're so oversensitive and can already feel the coil tightening again.

He flattens his tongue and licks from your clit to your aching hole over and over again. He gets higher and higher with each one until his tongue is lapping at your other hole.

"Oh, fuck" you cry out, the unexpected sensation of his tongue probing at your ass throwing you off guard. Your cunt clenches, and Joel feels it, the vibration making him hum, his beard still scraping the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He presses his face harder between your cheeks, his tongue swirling around your entrance before pushing in.

The sounds of your strained moan echo through the room as he fucks his tongue in and out of your tight hole. You squirm, desperate for some friction on your aching cunt, but you're unable to move, his large hands holding your hips firmly against his face. He doesn't let up, his tongue pumping in and out, fucking you and driving you absolutely crazy. He groans as you clench around him, the sound vibrating against you and making you shake. The heat is building rapidly, and your vision starts to blur.

"Gonna make you cum again, angel. Wanna see you fall apart with my tongue in this sweet little hole and my fingers in your tight little cunt"

"Please" you whine, not knowing how much more you can take.

He pulls back, but you only have a second of missing the feeling before he spits on your cunt and uses his fingers to spread it around, mixing it with the slick that's still dripping out of you. He slides a finger inside, hissing when he feels the tight heat of your pussy once again. He adds another, and quickly builds up to that devastating pace, thick fingers pumping in and out of your needy cunt.

"So fuckin' tight" he murmurs, curling his fingers and stroking your walls. "Still so fuckin' tight and wet." You squeeze your eyes closed and breathlessly pant as he scissors his fingers, stretching and opening you up. He adds a third this time, the slide slick and easy as your hole graciously takes what he gives you. His thumb presses on your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub while he uses the other t=hand to grab your ass and spread you open again. He spits again this time on your asshole, just adding even more to the mess. 

"Joel" you cry, his name falling from your lips in a whisper. He's fucking your pussy with his fingers, his thumb working your clit. He doesn't respond, just leans back in and starts lapping at your asshole again. You feel the tension build again, the heat coiling deep inside your gut, the pleasure so intense and overwhelming. Your legs shake and your hips rock back and forth, your body desperate for relief.

"That's it, honey. Want to feel you cum again. Feel how tight and wet you get when I fuck this ass with my tongue and play with your messy little cunt."

Your toes curl, and your back arches, the pressure becoming unbearable. Your pussy squeezes around his thick fingers, and the coil snaps, the tension releasing and the dam breaking. Your mind goes blank, and you scream and sob, your vision turning white. You cry, convulse, and tremble, your whole body shaking as your 4th orgasm rocks through you. He fucks you through it, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of you and his tongue lapping at the slickness between your cheeks.

"Holy shit, baby" he breathes, pulling away when you finally start to come down. You feel him shift behind you, his fingers sliding out of your pulsing pussy and his body moving away from yours. You're still trembling, and your body is numb. Your head feels heavy, and your eyelids are starting to droop. You feel him moving behind you, but you're too exhausted to turn and look at him. 

But that doesn't fly with him.

"Look at me" he commands, and it takes nearly all of your remaining energy to turn your head and look at him over your shoulder. His pupils are blown, his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching. He growls low and deep in his chest, his cock lurching in his pants, and he can't wait any longer. He sits up and fumbles with his drawstring, yanking the knot loose and shoving his plaid pajama pants down his hips. You whimper when his cock springs free, finally relieved of its confines. He hisses as the cold air hits him, but quickly kicks the pants off the rest of the way.

"Can you talk to me, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice strained as he wraps a hand around his stiff length.

"Yes, Sir" you sniffle, blinking tears out of your eyes. 

"Tell me how you're feeling, baby"

"Sore, Sir. But I like it. feel...floaty"

"That's alright, baby. Just relax. Daddy's going to take care of you, okay? I'm going to use this sweet little pussy, and you're gonna lay there and take it like a good girl for me, alright?"

The name he uses causes another strong wave arousal to course through your veins before settling between thighs. The two of you rarely use it - it's usually sir for you, and he rarely calls himself that. But it’s perfect for the moment and you can't help the way your heart speeds up at the sound of it.

"Yes, daddy." you moan, loving the way your lips form around the word, the way it effortlessly slides off your tongue. "Whatever you want. Anything."

"God, you're such a sweet girl" he moans. "Such a good girl, baby. Gonna be daddy's good little slut?"

"Yes, please" you nod, desperate for him to touch you. "Wanna be a good girl."

"I know, angel. Daddy knows." He moves, hovering over you as he digs the lube out of the nightstand. "Gotta make sure you're nice and wet first" 

There’s absolutely no need for it. You’re drenched with cum and slick and spit, wetter than you’ve probably ever been. But he knows how you like it. How he likes it. Wet, hot, and so, so messy.

He sits back, and you watch him squirt some of the liquid into his palm and rub it up and down his length. It's mesmerizing, watching him stroke his cock, the thick, head disappearing and reappearing through the circle of his fingers, his shaft growing even more flushed and the veins protruding and twitching, precum beading at his slit, some of it dripping over his knuckles. You're not sure how much more teasing you can take.

"Always so fucking wet and ready for me" he murmurs, rubbing his cock up and down your dripping folds, getting himself even wetter with your juices. "Such a sweet little whore for me, hm? Sweet messy little slut, always begging to be fucked and filled up" 

You're about to say something, about to beg and tell him yes, you're ready, please, please fuck me, please, sir, when you feel his fingers dip into your pussy again. You moan as he gathers more of your slick and brings his hand to his cock, slathering himself in your juices.

"Messy little thing" he muses. He can't wait any longer. With the tip of his cock against your entrance, he grabs your hip with one hand and your shoulder with the other.

"Tell me you're mine, darlin'" he orders.

"Yours" you immediately whine through tears, arching your back and pushing your hips back. "I'm yours. All yours. Please, Joel, I can't—".

You're cut off by the pressure of his thick cock sliding into your heat. It's a tight fit, a snug squeeze, despite him opening you up on his fingers and tongue. You don’t think you’ll ever be used to his size, his sheer length and girth stretching you out until it burns, no matter how wet and ready you are. 

But he goes slow, sinking in inch by inch, allowing your walls to stretch and accommodate his size. His jaw clenches and his teeth grind together, his eyes falling shut. "That's it, sweet girl" he murmurs, slowly pushing further. "Just relax and let daddy in."

"Daddy" you whimper weakly, your cunt clenching and pulsing around him.

"Take my cock, baby. Just like that."

You're shaking and sweating, your is head spinning. The feeling of him pushing inside is like nothing you've ever felt before, even though you’ve taken him countless times. He's hot and hard, filling and stretching you to the point where you can barely breathe.

"So big" you choke out. "So full 'n sore, daddy" you cry, tears starting to stream down your face again. 

"I know, honey. I know"

He bottoms out, his hips pressing flush against the cheeks of your ass. You gasp and sob, the feeling of him being fully seated inside of you and the stretch and burn overwhelming you. He gives you a minute to adjust, waiting until your breathing returns to normal and the shaking in your limbs subsides. When he feels you relax a bit, he pulls out, slowly dragging his length out until only the tip is left, before pushing back in.

"You're bein’ so sweet, baby. Lettin’ daddy use your tight little pussy."

You don’t say anything in response, just bury face into the sheets, grabbing handfuls of the fabrics as you sob. 

He takes a deep breath and starts to move. Slowly, gently, he pulls out halfway and slides back in, his movements measured and precise. He wants to take his time, doesn't want to hurt you, but the tight squeeze of your cunt, the wetness and the heat and the slick, velvety walls clenching around him are making it difficult.

"More" you gasp. "Please, daddy, more. Need it. Need you."

And how could he deny you that? How could he not give you everything you want, everything you need? So, he sits up and slides his hands back to your hips, gripping them tightly and pulling you back onto him as he rolls his hips forward, the force and the angle making his cock slide over your g-spot. Your vision goes fuzzy, and the air leaves your lungs, and when you finally manage to gasp, his name falls from your lips.

"Fuck" he groans, the sound of his deep, raspy voice sending a rush of fresh wetness around his cock. He can't help but start thrusting into you, snapping his hips against yours, the obscene slapping noise of skin on skin filling the room. “Look at you, poor little baby cryin’ for my cock” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, just reaches up and tangles his hand in your hair, his other hand holding on tight to your waist, gripping the soft skin. He yanks, his fingers threaded through your hair and pulling you up, forcing your back to arch. The new angle makes your head spin, his cock dragging against your sensitive spot and his hips grinding against your ass.

"Daddy!" you gasp. You want to tell him how good it feels, how his cock is filling you up, his size stretching you and hitting places that have never been touched. You want to tell him that you're not sure you're ever going to be able to cum again without his thick cock splitting you open. But your mind is clouded, your body overwhelmed and your tongue heavy. The most you can manage is his name, over and over, a breathless, broken, raspy mantra.

"Yeah, baby" he grunts. "Take it just like that. My good girl takes everything I give her"

And you do. 

You take and take and take and when you're not taking, you're begging. Begging for him to keep going, begging for more, begging him not to stop. And the more you beg, the faster his pace becomes, his hips stuttering against yours. And the faster he goes, the lighter you feel.

The fog that has settled in your brain is becoming thicker and heavier, and when you start to feel weightless, like you're floating, you realize you can't move. Your limbs are heavy, and all you can do is lay there, limp, useless, and completely at his mercy. Your ears start ringing faintly, and your body feels warm and tingly and the only thing keeping you tethered to reality is Joel.

"My good girl" he grunts "So fuckin' pretty. So beautiful like this. Just lettin' me use you like a goddamn little fuck toy, huh? Lettin' me fuckin' ruin you? You love it, don't you?"

You can't even respond. Can't form a sentence, can't form a single word. You're not even sure if you could make a noise. Your eyelids are fluttering, and your eyes roll back into your head, and the only thing keeping you from floating away is the pressure of Joel's hand around your waist. But soon that's not even enough to keep you grounded. Your entire body starts tingling and the ringing in your ears grows louder, and when Joel's thrusts become harder, his cock drilling into you with abandon, his balls slapping against you, and the obscene, wet noises of his cock pumping in and out of you filling the air, the tingling gets stronger, and your body begins to feel numb.

You start to slip, and with your face still turned to the side, Joel watches in awe as it happens. 

The feeling is so intense, and when Joel's other hand grips your other side, holding you in place as he fucks you, it's enough to make you spiral. Your vision goes dark, and you stop hearing the sounds of skin slapping and the dirty things coming out of his mouth and the creaking of the bed and the squeak of the mattress springs. All you can feel is his thick cock filling you, the tip brushing against your cervix with each thrust, his balls hitting your clit, the heat of his body on top of yours, the heat of his skin searing into your back. You can feel the wetness leaking out of you and the tightening coil of desire low in your belly, pleasure so intense, all consuming. You float out of your body, time and space ceasing to exist. Your mind is completely wiped, your vision black with stars dancing across your field of view. You feel weightless, free.

And then there's nothing left. No more thoughts, no more feelings. Just bliss. Peace.

Just Joel.

There is nothing except the weight of Joel's body on top of yours and the pressure of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist, holding you in place while he fucks you. There's nothing else. Nothing. You can't even think anymore. Your mind is blank, empty, and the only thing that remains is the feeling of his body on top of yours, and the heat. God the heat. 

He's hot.

You're hot.

So fucking hot.

Everything is white hot and it's too much. It's too much and not enough, and it's not long before your body starts tensing, and your toes curl and the muscles in your legs clench and spasm and the pressure builds, and builds, and builds. And you don't even know what's happening, can't even process it. 

It's not until his fingers find your clit again when the orgasm hits, the first wave of pleasure crashing over you, riptides dragging you underneath. It's the strongest orgasm of your life, the strongest you've ever had, and it doesn't even end. It just keeps building and building, the waves continuing, and every time you think it's over, another wave comes crashing down on top of you, stronger than the last, the pleasure ripping through your body and leaving you trembling and twitching and writhing, tears rolling steadily down your cheeks.

"There you go, baby" Joel rasps. " Just let go. Let it take over. Cum all over daddy’s cock."

It's like his words are an instruction manual, and you have no choice but to follow his command. The second he says it, you feel the tight coil inside your belly snap, the pressure releasing and flooding your veins, a tsunami of euphoria washing over you and dragging you deeper and deeper into the ocean.

"I'm gonna fill this greedy little pussy up again, sweetheart" he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic and his rhythm faltering. "Know how much you love it when it's drippin' out of you. Know how much you love the mess, my filthy, desperate, little cockslut"

You can't hear him, the sound of his voice too fuzzy and distant. You can't speak, your body and mind still floating, the world spinning and the darkness threatening to take over, to consume you, and the only thing that grounds you is the feeling of his skin on yours.

"Gonna cum inside you. Gonna pump that pussy full, gonna fuckin’ breed you, sweetheart”

And just like that, he does. He slams his cock into you one last time, bottoming out and burying himself inside you, the tip of his cock pressed right up against your cervix, his thick cockhead kissing the opening of your womb.

"Please, daddy" It's all you can manage to get out, and even though it's quiet, and barely a whisper, it's enough to send him over the edge.

"Fuck" he rasps, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his hips twitching as his cum floods your cunt. "That's it, take it, baby. Take all of it. Let it fill you up nice and good."

He collapses on top of you, his body flush with yours, his face buried in your hair, his breathing shallow and labored. He's panting, the rise and fall of his chest and the beating of his heart the only things that keep you from falling into the darkness. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, the heat of his skin against yours. He's warm and solid and he smells good, and it's comforting and safe and secure.

"Fuck" he breathes, the warmth of his exhale tickling the skin behind your ear. "Are you okay?"

His voice is quiet, concerned, and you can't even nod, let alone answer him, but when his lips find the pulse point in your neck, the light press of his soft lips sending a wave of relief through your body, the darkness receding and the fog clearing, the only thing that passes your lips is a shaky sigh.

"I got you, darlin'" he whispers, nuzzling the side of your face. "I'm here."

"Joel" you mumble, voice weak and watery. It's all you're able to get out, but it's enough.

"I know" he murmurs, his mouth finding the skin just below your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive spot. "I know. I'm here, baby. I'm not going anywhere. Not ever. I promise."

He sits up and pulls his softened cock out, watching as his cum leaks from your stretched out pussy. He groans, sliding his hands up and down your thighs, his eyes drinking in the sight.

"Messy girl" he murmurs, swiping his fingers through the pool of wetness dripping from your cunt. "Look at all this. My cum leakin' outta your sloppy little cunt”  

You can only whimper softly, your thighs closing around his hand. He takes the hint and removes it, wet fingers smoothing over your hipbone.  

He moves to lie next you again, his hand wraps around your waist and pulls you against his body, the feeling of his bare chest pressed to yours and the soft brush of his lips on your hairline is enough to keep you tethered to reality. The two of you stay there for a while and your breathing synchs to the rhythm of his before he talks again. 

"You went somewhere, didn't you?" he murmurs. His voice is a little husky, a little raspy, and his accent is a little thicker than usual. "Somewhere far away."

"Yeah" is all you can manage to say. You're not quite sure if it's a question or a statement, and either way, you're not even sure how to explain it.

"Was it a good place?"

"Mhm" you nod, the memories of the feeling coming back to you, the way your body felt like it was floating and the way everything just disappeared and the way everything went black and how you could barely breathe. "So good, Joel"

"Yeah? You liked that?"

Another nod.

"You want that again, honey?"

"Yeah" you say quietly. "Want you to push me. Make me cry, make me feel it."

"Mmm, think I can do that again, sweetheart” Joel assures, squeezing you a bit tighter.

"And tell me I'm yours” you add softly.

"You’re mine, sweet girl. You belong to me, and only me."

"And no one else's."

"No one else's" he repeats.

"Say it."

"You're mine. And no one else's."

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, darlin’. Now let’s get you cleaned up” 

You whine in protest, not wanting to move a muscle as he rolls off the bed. But then he scoops you up into his arms, his strong arms under your knees and your back.

"What are you doing?" you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Can't have you walkin'" he replies. "You can barely open your eyes, I ain't about to let you fall on your ass."

He's right, of course. Your legs feel weak and shaky, and the second he lets go of you, you're not sure you'd be able to stay standing. But he doesn't let go, not even when you're both in the shower and he sets you down on the bench under the warm stream. His strong hands rub soap into your skin, lathering and washing away the sweat and the stickiness, and by the time the suds have rinsed away, the water is turning cold.

"We're gonna have to fix that" he mutters.

"Fix what?"

"This shit water heater."

You hum, the vibrations buzzing against his chest. He turns the water off and reaches for a big, fluffy towel, wrapping it around you and rubbing the fabric over your skin, drying you off. You brush your teeth together, smiling at each other in the mirror, Joel wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side. 

"Joel?" you start after setting your toothbrush back in the cup. 

"Hm?"

"I love you."

The smile on his face is soft and sweet and his eyes crinkle in the corners.

"I love you too, angel. Now, you stay right here, I'm gonna go strip the bed and I'll be right back, okay?"

You sit on the closed toilet seat lid, wrapped in your fluffy towel. Your eyes are heavy and droopy as you watch him out in your shared bedroom, pulling the soaked sheets off the bed and switching them for fresh ones as fast as he can. He picks out the white ones with the little blue flowers. The ones he knows are your favorite. You're exhausted and spent and satisfied, and the sight of him doing the most domestic task is almost enough to bring more tears to your eyes. You're not sure why, but the emotions are overwhelming, and you have to take a deep breath, steadying yourself.

He carries you back to bed, pulling the comforter over you and propping the pillows up behind you so you can lean back comfortably.

"Gonna go get some food, kay?" he finds the TV remote on the nightstand and hands it to you. "Here. Find something for us to watch. I'll be right back, don't you go anywhere, y'hear?"

"Yes, sir" you mumble, taking the remote and giving him a mock salute.

He shakes his head and laughs, then presses a kiss to your forehead before heading downstairs. The room is quiet when he leaves, the only sound left being the rain still steadily pounding against the window. You take it in, the quiet moment all to yourself. The smell of sex and sweat and his cologne and your body wash still lingers in the air, and you can still feel the tingling of your skin where his mouth and his hands had been, where his fingers and his teeth and his tongue had marked and claimed and branded you. You can still feel him everywhere. His breath on your skin, the ghost of his lips and his tongue. His hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, the memory of the pain making your cunt ache.

He returns before your thoughts can wander too far, a plate filled with food in his hands, and a grin taking up over half of his face. 

"Reheated your breakfast that you should've been eatin' damn near two hours ago" he teases, handing the plate over. "My special omelet. And toast."

He crawls onto the bed next to you, leaning back against the pillows and stretching his long legs out, then takes the plate back from you. He picks up a piece of the toast and holds it to your lips.

"Open" he orders.

You roll your eyes. "I can feed myself, Joel." But the second you see the look on his face, you open your mouth, letting him place the bread on your tongue.

"I know" he smirks. "But I can feed you, too."

"Thank you" you mumble around the bread, the corner of your mouth turned up.

"Anything for you, darlin'"

You eat the omelet in bites off the fork that he holds and the toast from his hand. He makes sure to place the plate carefully to catch all the crumbs too. And when the plate is empty, he sets it down on the nightstand, trading it for the tall glass of ice water with one of your favorite straws.

"Drink" he instructs. You obey and he watches you the whole time, only taking back the cup when he's satisfied with how much you take.

"That's my good girl" he purrs, reaching over to the nightstand for the bottle of your favorite lotion. "My good, good girl."

He squeezes some of the lotion into his palm, the smell of strawberries filling the air, and he starts rubbing it into your skin. He starts with your hands, massaging each finger, gently pressing down on your knuckles until they pop. He knows you hate it but he loves the noises, and the way your nose scrunches up is adorable. Then he moves to your arms, squeezing your bicep before rubbing his hands over your shoulders, down the slope of your back, and then up the front, working the cream into your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your shoulders, and then over the swell of your breasts. He massages them, kneading the tender flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers, and when the lotion is rubbed in and your skin is soft and dewy, he leans down and wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking gently and pulling a soft gasp from your lips.

"Joel" you whimper, the feeling of his warm mouth on your sensitive skin and his rough beard scratching at your chest making your sore, aching pussy throb.

"Mmhmm, darlin'?"

"Kiss me"

He does as he’s told, his lips soft and gentle when they meet yours. It's nothing like the rough, frantic kisses from earlier, the bruising press of his lips against yours, the desperate clash of teeth. This time, it's a tender kiss, a brush of lips and a gentle caress. His lips are featherlight on yours, his breath sweet on your tongue, the taste of the peach tea he loves so much flooding your mouth, the flavor reminding you of the fading summer.

He pulls away and looks at you with the dopiest grin 

"What?" you laugh.

"Nothin'" he replies, the smile still not fading.

"No, not nothing. What is it? Why are you smiling like that?"

"Just happy, darlin. Now pick somethin’ to watch.'"

Your cheeks heat and turn red, and you can't help the small smile that stretches across your lips or the giggle that escapes when he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer. You're nestled into his side, his arm wrapped around you and his chin resting on top of your head. You grab the remote and click through all options. Joel groans from above you when you settle on your final choice. 

"Moana? Again? That's like the third time this week." 

You just giggle and snuggle up closer to him, your cheek smushed against his warm, bare chest as the opening scene starts to play.

"I love you" you whisper, your warm breath diffusing across his skin. 

"Love you, too, baby."

You close your eyes, the warmth of his body and the steady beating of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, the comforting feeling of being cradled against him lulling you to sleep. This is heaven, and you're sure of it.

sometimes I wonder if there's something seriously wrong with me. Then I realize that I'm just ovulating. Thank you for reading, lemme know if you enjoyed it hehehe I love you all soo much!!

#joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller one shot #joel miller fic #the last of us #tlou fic #joel miller #pedro pascal characters

[00127am]

JANUARY 1ST, 00:03AM

hey! uh hey... this might be weird but um happy new year! well, uh that's not the weird part, no the weird part is that um... like... i don't know man. i've recorded this like twenty times already, since uh eleven fifty? i think? i actually wanted to send it before the countdown but um... here we are. yeah i'm not sending this one either. it shouldn't be that hard to confess to the person you like right? not that a phone call is that romantic either but dude... i just can't stop thinking about you. and it's driving me crazy like i can't keep it to myself anymore man. oh shit is that two minutes...oh fuck um no cancel. delete...delete! DELETE DO NOT SEND DO NOT--

JANUARY 1ST, 00:05AM

hey um don't listen to the voicemail you just got from me! i um said some stuff that ... look man i'm a little drunk right now and -- MARK GET OVER HERE -- haechan dude i'm literally on the phone. no it's a voicemail... dude if they picked up i wouldn't be having this conversation with you. stop, dude, come on... no hyuck move--

JANUARY 1ST, 00:10AM

ok um hey, it's me again. uh mark. it's mark. mark lee. i'd appreciate it if you didn't listen to the uh... the two other voicemails i left. i just wanted to call and say um happy new year! you've been on my mind lately and oh... is that weird to say? man that makes me sound like some kind of pervert. uh ignore that then, i mean... i just... can i see you tomorrow? i um... i need to talk to you about something. nothing uh super serious! like don't worry i just... AGAIN? THAT WAS NOT TWO MINUTES I'M NOT DONE YET I--

JANUARY 1ST, 00:12AM

i think i'm in love with you.

🧾 © 00127am 2024

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[hermslore]

Pretty Girl [2] | Reneé Rapp x Reader

You're straight but you're in love with a girl. Is that a thing? Warning : Exploring your sexuality, light angst, fluff, happy ending [Based on How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift] Part 1

Keep on pretending, what does that mean? You were up late that night, you couldn't get sleep as your mind kept wondering back to Reneé's words. You guys were just fooling around, you were straight, what was happening? A part of you couldn't help but think about how much you enjoyed being with Reneé, Your boyfriend, Chris, could never make you feel the way Reneé did, she made you so happy, free, and at ease.

You sighed, getting up and washing your face, realizing you probably aren't going to get any sleep now anyway. You opened up your laptop, going on google. You had to find something out. Am I gay, BuzzFeed quiz. Taking a deep breath, you took the quiz, flipping through the questions, answering them sincerely. A part of you wondered what your sexuality was, you could be bisexual, but then again, did you ever love Chris or any other boy for that fact? You attempted the last question, sighing, and took a look at the results.

You are a lesbian!

You stared at those words, refreshing the page again and again, it couldn't be right. You couldn't be a lesbian, you didn't like girls, hell you couldn't not like boys, could you? It was just a quiz, it couldn't decide what your sexuality was, it was stupid and you shouldn't have done it. Regardless, you kept the laptop down, pulling the covers over you, shutting your eyes. Your thoughts kept going back to Reneé's words, and the quiz's results. Next night, you weren't able to sleep again. You couldn't stop thinking about Reneé. Maybe the quiz was right, maybe you were a lesbian. You had broken up with Chris earlier, figuring you didn't feel anything for him at all after Reneé had entered your life. Getting up, you glanced at your phone, 12am. It wasn't that late, and you couldn't wait. You quickly changed clothes, grabbing your phone and keys. You were going to Reneé's house. You didn't care how late it was, you were going to get your girl. It was raining heavily by the time you reached, but you knocked on her door, and shot her a text saying "I'm here." You hoped she was awake. You stood there like a ghost, almost shaking from the rain. A few moments later, she opened up the door. "Are you insane, what the fuck Y/n?" "Please, Reneé, I need to talk to you," you pleaded, you missed her voice so much, hell, you missed her so much. She hesitated but let you in, despite how it was almost 1am. "I'm so sorry, for everything, I'm so sorry I hurt you or pushed you away. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I really wanna make it up to you, and I'll do whatever it takes-" She cut off your rambling, "Y/n, it's 1am, are you okay? You could've come tomorrow." You shook your head and said no, to which she raised her eyebrow. "I broke up with Chris," you say. "I'm sor-" You interrupt her, "No, Reneé, I want you. I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever. Broke your heart, I'll put it back together, just please." She looks at you, and smiles, "Wow, you really figured it out, hm?" Her fingers trace your chin, pulling her closer as she wraps her arms around your waist. Your foreheads press together, as she smiles against you. She leans in, pressing her lips against yours in a kiss, you kiss back, passionately. That was it, you felt complete, you were in love with Reneé Rapp. She made you so, so happy. "I really missed you," you say, to which she just kisses you again, making you giggle. And that's how it worked, that's how you got the girl. [part 3 with smut?]

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[myunghology]

LET'S PUMP IT UP! random moments / headcanons with pjsk boys ! pjsk males x reader. some sexual jokes, but i don't mean it. BY THE WAY, check out my spotify profile here! i make playlists for genshin, pjsk, etc! it would really help if you liked my playlists :)

♥︎ : AOYAGI TOYA

# 1. as much as toya hates his dad forcing him to play the piano, this guy will not hesitate to learn your favorite song for you. you don't even have to ask him to. you can say he doesn't have to, but toya is a bit stubborn when it comes to this. or.. if you ask him if he could teach you how to play.. who is he to decline? you have to sit beside him while your hands are on the piano keys, resting your head on his shoulder. meanwhile his hands are on top of yours, slowly guiding your hands. ew haha corny

# 2. he once sent you a spotify link, then a message following saying, “this song reminded me of you.”

# 3. this is kinda a scenario, but one time you and him, actually.. just you.. sleeping, toya just looking up at the ceiling because he can't sleep. and he had a weird thought. what if.. doesn't matter what he did, he just did it. he ran his hands under your shirt, in response you furrowed your eyebrows and shivered under his cold touch. toya has naturally cold hands, and the room was freezing, too. the male chuckled slightly at your reaction.

# 4. whenever you two just walk around, late night walks or afternoon walks it doesn't matter, he brings one pair of headsets and you both share it. always playing the playlists you made for each other.

# 5. tutors you even when he's tired. his eyes are very droopy and it makes you feel guilty, he should've just told you that he's tired. sometimes, he realizes you're tired too. you accidentally fell asleep once and he had to carry you to the bed.

# 6. very much likes making out with you. not in THAT way i mean in a way that he likes giving you continuous kisses on your lips while you just stand there flustered

# 7. playing games with him 24/7!! doesn't matter if arcade or in his room. preferably in his room at night though! he turns off the lights except for the led lights while you two play games or watch a movie. makes sure you sleep at a normal time though! maybe at least 12am - 2am. no further than 3am.

♥︎ : AKITO SHINONOME

# 1. whenever you two wake up, it's usually you who wakes up first, but in rare occasions, it's him, and when he does, let me tell you, he blows in your ear to wake you up and laughs you whenever you give a reaction.

# 2. "you know you have a weird taste of style." akito says, “I KNOW YOU AREN'T TALKING. you wear fucking 3 jackets in this type of weather, shouldn't have let the cold bother your ass.” his jaw hung open.

# 3. so a few months ago i found out that ena used to scratch akito:( so before, you used to bandage him even when he says, “the wound isn't that deep.” but are you listening? no. he gives you kisses as a thank you <3

# 4. one thing you like about him is that he would never stare at others like how he would stare at you. he would give a strong cold glare to others while once he sees you, his eyes soften and he smiles softly.

# 5. “what's that thing on your neck?” — an. “sorry, it's a mosquito bite.” — y/n. *sees akito* “what's up, mosquito?” — an. “wtf?” — akito. sometimes it isn't even like that, she just likes teasing the both of you.

# 6. “i feel kinda feverish.” — akito. “i think i got it from y/n, since they also have a fever.” — akito. ena scoffs, “why would you catch their cold?” — ena, in a teasing way.

# 7. everytime you don't want to wake up for school, akito calls you to wake up as you groan while your head is buried in the pillow and your back practically facing the ceiling. and when you don't respond to his calls, he goes back inside the room and pulls you by your feet HAHAH but dw about falling back, he's already there behind you to catch you.

♥︎ : RUI KAMISHIRO

# 1. one thing about rui is he's always there when ever you need help, to the point that you think it's destined and not a coincidence anymore. he's always prepared to carry you whenever you get hurt, he's always there when people pick on you for even dating him. while you just watch him scare the shit out of people

# 2. very touchy im telling you, if you get flustered easily, then good luck. makes you sit on his lap from time to time.

# 3. whenever he carries you on his shoulders, he always pretends he's gonna make you fall;( first time it happened you screamed your lungs out HAHAH

# 4. it may be true that rui has a horrible sleep schedule, but he ALWAYS makes sure you sleep at a decent time, the same with toya.

# 5. most dramatic mf EVER. whenever your moody or you just don't wanna deal with everything, he clutches his chest (where the heart is) acting like he's all hurt and shit. but don't worry, he won't take it too far <3

# 6. btw please make sure he eats properly... get him to eat vegetables it doesn't matter if he doesn't like them man shove that in his mouth and he'll just be dumb founded

# 7. you're his assistant when he's doing whatever this mf can do in his room, pros - spending time with rui, faster progress cons - uhhhhhhhhhhhhh you might get hurt

♥︎ ; TSUKASA TENMA (TYSM @mrxinnie FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS PART)

# 1. sing for his s/o <3. sometimes you sing with him as well, but maybe because he suggests that you should sing LOL

# 2. gift giving and quality time type of person! i don't think he handles physical affection well because he probably gets really flustered,,

# 3. he CAN be loud in public but he's more relaxed with his s/o, but that doesn't mean he still isn't loud, just tell him to calm down and he's obeying you and saying sorry

# 4. helping him with his rehearsals!! looks at romeo and juliet

# 5. also helping him with his vocals<3 this guy had such a high voice range like wtf. but sometimes he has his voice cracks too HAH

# 6. definitely the type of guy to try and change his whole personality for you. once you say "i really like boys who are ____" just watch what will happen to him

# 7. also the type of guy to like matching stuff! maybe not clothes since.. yk! maybe matching earrings or rings. maybe even a necklace with something you know that's written on it.. like an inside joke that only you two know!

©miihai ; another one is still coming btw

#miihai works #project sekai x reader #prsk x reader #pjsk x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #aoyagi touya x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #touya aoyagi x reader #shinonome akito x reader #akito shinonome x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader

[brrrkdslek]

50M FOLLOWERS SPECIAL‼️

❒ ateez x gn! reader

❒ idfk, gossip girls???

❒ your friend ditches you and is replaced with your favourite group, ateez.

❒ 0.8k

❒ fyi i was like half asleep when i wrote this. im not even gonna bother to edit btw im not making fun of anyone n shit just go with it pls im begging😭🙏🏻

your heart stops for a whole minute as you watch ateez walking across from you, just getting off their flight.

you rubbed your eyes multiple times as you shamelessly gawked at the boys that walked farther and farther away from you. damn, is this how lucky you are???

apparently not as you waited at the parking lot, checking your phone every few seconds waiting for your friend to arrive to pick you up.

you squatted down as fatigue took over your body and knocked you to the ground. you sighed, not even bothering to move.

just then, your phone vibrated in your pocket as you pick up the call. "jiwon! where the hell are you, i'm fucking starving!"

"uh... i might not be able to make it, heh." your eyes widen as you silently cried. fuck it's already 11pm, who's gonna take you home now???

you decided to sit there and cry your ass off until a miracle happened, which it did. you cried and whispered words of curses directed to your supposed 'best friend'.

"waaa, that stupid bimbo... i bet she ditched me 'cuz she's hooking up with some man whore," "who did?" you jumped as you looked to your right.

is that,

jung. fucking. wooyoung. question mark.

you stare at him for a few seconds before suddenly slapping yourself across the face, taking him by shock. "fuck! focus y/n, you shouldn't be fucking hallucinating right now..."

you sighed as you looked in his direction again. his figure still and very real. "wait, what the hell? you're real???" you put your hand over your mouth, why were you so fucking unlucky????

wooyoung then laughed as you stared at him like he was on something, "ah- sorry, i've just never met a fan like this before! wait, you're an atiny, right?"

you nodded, face still red from embarrassment. "what are you doing out here at," you glance at your phone, "almost 12am?" wooyoung shook his head, "no, what are YOU doing out here? and why are you on the ground crying????"

you explained your situation to wooyoung as you cursed your friend in anger. you also told him that she hooks up with the randomest dudes ever and worst of all, she's your roommate.

the miracle finally happened when wooyoung offered to drive you back, not mentioning that he was with his members too.

as you approached the black van, he opened the passenger door, pulling san out and shoving him in the back. you side-eyed wooyoung as he kicked and shoved san into the back, no explanation.

"yah! jung woo- ow, don't kick me!"

"what the fuck are you doing???"

"hey, get off me!"

"what is going on???"

the members clamoured as they adjusted their seating due to the extra fatso being shoved in. extra fatso as in choi san of course!

"you saw nothing!" wooyoung exclaimed happily as he opened the passenger door for you, you got in and sat awkwardly as the members gawked at you.

maybe you should've stayed outside until you got kidnapped by a sexy man/ woman and lived in their basement forever, okay maybe it wasn't that bad.

"uh, who are you?" okay maybe it was that bad.

"uh-" wooyoung got into the driver's seat and started the car, "our little atiny's friend dumped her on the streets so we're gonna take her home!" ouch, why's he word it like that???

mingi's face lightened up, "you're an atiny!? ooo, who's your bias?" fuck, you didn't expect that. um, what were you supposed to say now???

suddenly your phone rang. for the first time ever, you thanked jiwon for calling you at a random time. wooyoung put on some music and started driving, "oh- right, where do you live?"

the members tease wooyoung for his stupidity as you entered a location on the gps, then answering the phone. "hello- what?"

the members eyed each other quietly as they, not very discreetly, listened in on your conversation. not like they couldn't, right?

"what did you say just now?" "uh- so my hookup might've stolen your yeosang photocard." you gasped so loud. wooyoung looked over, "what, what is it?"

"oh. my. GOD! KIM JIWON, HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO FUCK OUT OF MY SPACE!? I LOCK THE DOOR FOR THAT DAMN REASON HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??"

the members eyes widen with curiosity, silently rooting for you as you screamed at your 'friend' on the phone. unlucky day it was.

you hung up, turning to wooyoung, " actually, take me here instead." you enter another location. "what- wait why, what happened?"

then began your rant of your slut of a roommate. how she was messy, never giving you space and always up your ass about everything. you also mentioned that you were finding a new apartment so you could finally get away from her.

"what! that's so insane, she let the guy sleep naked on the couch??" seonghwa cringed in disgust. "yeah, he was so damn ugly too." san snorted and laughed, "i even have a picture, you wanna see???"

the rest of the car ride was filled with gasps and 'no way!'s and 'omg's and more! but of course, the boys deliver you to your location safely and you've never felt happier.

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

#brrrkdslek 📁: oneshots #ateez #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic

[glittter-vamp]

3!

Thank you for requesting! 🖤

Based on the song Wasn’t Me By Shaggy.

Warnings: Angst. Cheater!Joe X Reader. Explicit language. Mention of Sex & Alcohol. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this up on my lunch break earlier lol

Word count: 1,161

You left the house fuming and in tears. You couldn't believe what you had just walked into. Your Fiance Joe was throwing a party when you were away which he didn't tell you about. You walked into your house filled with people you don’t know, after being out of town for work. You thought it would be a cute idea to surprise Joe but you came home to a crazy house party and seeing something you didn't think you would of ever seen. "Hello?" Your best friend Liz answers the phone groggily. "Hey Liz, I'm sorry if I woke you up but could I crash at your place tonight?" You sniffle. "Y/N? Are you crying? What's going on?" You hear her wake up more. "I just needed to leave, I couldn't look at him." Is all that comes out trying to hold in a sob. "Yeah, yeah...come over but please drive safe. You shouldn't be crying and driving." She says. Of course your best friend would know when you're calling her from your car. "I'll be there in 5." You say before hanging up. 

You make it safely to Liz's house and as you pull into her driveway she opens the front door in her pajamas. You felt like shit for waking her up at 12AM but you just didn't know where to go. "I'm really sorry for coming here like this." You sniffle as Liz hugs you and lets you in. " You don't have to apologize, but what happened?" She asks as you follow her to the kitchen. "I came home early from my work trip. Instead of leaving tomorrow morning, I left tonight so surprise Joe and he had some fucking party going on." You say taking a breath before continuing. "I couldn't find Joe, I asked everyone around the house and they hadn't seen him either. So I went upstairs to our room and heard this noise coming from the bathroom. So I open the door and there he was with the fucking neighbor… fucking on the bathroom sink" You say getting livid all over again and Liz gasps. 

"Wait...the one that you told me about that was always a little too nice with Joe?" Liz asks and you nod. "Oh Y/N...I'm so sorry." Liz says hugging you again which made you cry again. "5 years Liz...we were supposed to get married in a few months." You sniffle. "He's gonna pay, you're going to have the last laugh in the end. I promise you that." Liz says rubbing your back. "I should of listened to my dad about dating a fucking NFL player." You mutter as she goes over to make some tea for you. "Man, I thought he'd be different...guess when you get that type of fame and money you get cut by that shitty cookie cutter. becoming the stereotype" Liz shakes her head as she turns on the stove and puts the kettle on it. "I already bought my dress, that was specially made." You sigh rubbing your face. "Girl, all you gotta do is sell that shit online and tell the story behind it. There's a facebook page of women in your situation and they sell like hot cakes. People love drama and supporting heartbroken women." She says making you chuckle. 

"Did he see you though?" Liz asks. "Yeah after quite sometime. Once he noticed me, I threw my ring in his face and ran downstairs leaving in my car before he could get dressed and even process me there." You scoff. "I'm just saying, when I see him...I might hurt him. Just letting you know." Liz says making you laugh. "I turned my location off, he shouldn't be showing up here." You shake your head. You and Liz enjoy your cup of tea and she tries her best to take your mind off things. Talking about movies, concerts and whatever else but you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. "Okay, Y/N...either turn the phone off or I'm calling him and cussing him out myself." Liz says and you sigh. " I'll give you a minute. I gotta go pee anyways. "Liz says living you in her kitchen. 

You unlock your phone and see, a sea of missed texts and calls from Joe. You open the messages up and read the messages. 

J🧡-Please answer the phone Y/N. I'm so sorry, that wasn't me

J🧡-Just let me talk for a few minutes

J🧡-Please pick up

J🧡- That wasn't me, just let me explain.

J🧡- Why did you turn off your location? Are you somewhere safe?? At least tell me that

J🧡-Please come back home, I'll leave if you need space

You scoff at the dozens and dozens of messages like those and decide to call him. You take a deep breath and made the call. Almost immediately he answers. "Hello!? Y/N, Jesus are you okay?" Joe frantically asks. "How could I be okay, I just walked into my Fiance fucking our neighbor." You scoff. “I’m so sorry baby, that wasn’t me. I never meant for that to happen.” Joe says sounding broken himself but it really didn’t do anything for you. “You keep saying it wasn’t me, do you have some type of clone I didn’t know about? What excuse is that?!” You roll your eyes. “I was out of character, I had way too much to drink and I wasn’t thinking right- Joe, you are not blaming this on alcohol. I’ve gone out with my friends multiple times getting shit faced and I never even looked at another guy while I was with you!” You snap back.

“Just tell me what I need to do to regain your trust again, you can’t just throw 5 years away of us away. We can go to therapy,Move houses, whatever you want.” Joe practically begs over the phone. “Joe, the only person who threw this all away was you. Don’t worry about the house, I’ll be getting my stuff out this week. I’m Liz can help with finding me a place in such short notice.” You tell him holding back tears.

“Don’t do this Y/N, please.” Joe says his voice breaking at the end. “I’ll be over to get my stuff while you’re at practice, I’ll leave the keys in the garage and whatever else you’ve given me in the house.” You sniffle before you hang up knowing he was going to put up a fight and you just didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Are you okay?” Liz asks peeking into the kitchen where you were crying. “Nope but I can’t allow him to disrespect me like this and take him back.” You shake your head. “I’m proud of you, and of course I’ll help you find a place. I’m only the best realtor in Cincinnati.” She jokes making you smile. Here’s to starting all over again.

#joe burrow imagine #joe burrow angst #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fic #joe burrow x reader

[billieeilishshusband]

Summary: Billie Eilish realises she is in love with you

It might have been the way you looked at Billie, or the friendly way you were towards her. She couldn't explain why she loved you There were so many ways. The way when you hugged her and her head buried into your chest. The cuddling was her favourite. 'Oh shit, i love him? No it's probably just friendly love, not real love' Billie thought, she snuggled up towards you. "You okay?" You said turning to her "Yeah, sorry i'm just cold" She mumbled. She wasn't that cold, She buried her head into you.

The tv was blurring in her head, she couldn't even remember what they were watching. 'Oh, i do love him...' she thought, she was embarrassed. "I think i have to go, Finneas needs me back" Billie said hopping herself off of you "Oh, okay See you tomorrow?" He stood up going in for a hug. She couldn't. She has loved people but they weren't that serious but with you it was different it was real. 'Fuck' She thought to herself walking out before YN could get the hug he always loved to get.

Finneas was a bit stunned from hearing the door opening "Billie? What are you doing back so early? Weren't you supposed to stay at YN's?" He questioned looking at Billie walking up the stairs "Yeah it's just- I don't know, I'll be in my room" Finneas knew something was wrong when he got a message from you 'Hey dude sorry i didn't know you and Billie had plans or else i would of waited' Finneas let out a quiet 'what?' at the message responding with 'Huh? I didn't need her home. Maybe somethings up' he replied with turning off his phone.

Billie flopped right on her bed playing music while thinking. 'shit i shouldn't have left. I can't face him that's so awkward' But the main question in her head was 'Why is my love for him different from the other people I've liked?' It annoyed her. She woke up at 11:12AM although although barely any sleep she still managed to get up and answer the door when she heard it going off after the third time.

She ran down the stairs opening the door expecting delivery or one of Finneas' friends. "Billie, Hey!" YN said "Hey YN, Finneas isn't awake yet i'll get him to message you when he is" Billie said trying to close the door only to be stopped by your foot "Sorry, i came here for you. Did i do something wrong? I'm sorry if i scared you or if i was rude to you. Your brother said you didn't need to go back. So I should apologise in person." He let out that same cheesy but cute smile. Billie wanted the conversion to end but she didn't want to be rude "Yeah. Sorry" She was about to close the door but Finneas grabbed it and opened it "Come in dude, it's burning out there" He pushed the door out of Billie's grip.

Finneas made Billie sit down with YN "I'm sorry if i did something" Yn apologised, Why would he apologise. it would make her feel more bad. "It's nothing" She sat back on the couch to try and look like she wasn't uncomfortable. YN was right in front of her "If that was true then you wouldn't of lied" Finneas yelled in the background 'God why won't he shut up' I thought "If you didn't want to hang out you can say that i won't judge you or be mad" He smiled bouncing his legs rapidly "That isn't it" She looked down itching the back of her neck "Then why?" Finneas said now in the room "Shut up Finneas" She said harshly

"It's just- I don't know" It was quiet for a minute "I think i have feelings for you and i didn't want you to be weird about it so i kept quiet" She didn't know what to respond with so she responded with what she could "i don't know what to say" YN said "Neither" Finneas said walking away. YN stood up and sat next to Billie. He went and leaned over and hugged her "I don't know what to respond with. I'm not good at this."

#billie eilish x male!reader #billie eilish headcanon #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish smut #billie eilish #billie eilish x yn #billie eilish x you

[cpunkhobie]

unpopular opinion: with beyond the spiderverse being delayed indefinitely because of the strike, i honestly, unironically hope spiderverse 3 is just cancelled entirely.

i like the way spiderverse 2 ended. it's an open ending. so many things can happen from it. the fact it ends in a way that can spawn so many timelines is just such a perfect way to wrap up the story. because honestly, what would a spiderverse 3 have to offer but one definite ending?

Gwen gathering the Spider-People has the same vibe as the Bolivian Army Ending, where the heroes charge into insurmountable odds and...it just ends there. It's just so perfect, for a film that revolves around an infinite multiverse full of potential. Anything can happen now. Let the audiences' imagination run wild. How does it end? However you imagine it to.

Me putting this into sections isnt to be condescending this is just how I talk. Also I wrote this at like 12am and am just posting it now so bear with me

1.) the point of the story isn't "multiple timelines." It's about focusing on saving one person. It's about your loved ones around you and how your lives intertwine and effect each other. So an open-ending like at the end of atsv would conflict with the core theme of the series. Since SEEING how Miles is able to/not able to save his dad is important. Seeing how Miguel's perception of the multiverse changes based on whether that happens, is important.

2.) dawg do you think that it's gonna be "happily ever after" at the end of btsv ?? I see where you're coming from, but this just completely misses the whole point of Spider-Man. The point is that Peter always has a life beyond the mask, and how Spider-Man always has a life beyond Peter Parker. After every Spider-Man ending, it's never been "closed book, shows over." He's lives beyond the story.

2.a.) it's not an open ending, it's a set-up. Those are 2 different things with 2 different narrative build-ups and narrative purposes. The reason that so many people hated the ending of tasm2 is BECAUSE it was a set-up that never got followed through. That's exactly what would happen with atsv. There's too many questions unanswered to constitute an (at least well-written) open ending. A set-up and an open ending are two different things

2.b.) it's a spider-man trilogy, come on man (lighthearted).

Now the most important one:

3.) THE ARTISTS WANT TO WORK ON THE MOVIE. THE ARTISTS WANT TO WORK.

the strikes are NOT because the movie shouldn't happen. They are NOT because people don't want to work. They are happening as a last resort, because every other plea for better working conditions haven't worked. There is probably and ENTIRE history before the strikes the neither of us even know about.

Although the Spider-Verse movies, and movies in general, are created on the broken backs of workers, the movies are not the problem. People want to make movies. Especially movies with so much obvious passion going into them. The problem is executives who REFUSE to use even a penny to pay their workers fair wages. Or REFUSE to give good working conditions, to the people making their fucking movies.

Every artist I have seen talk about this movie (it's a lot. See spiderverseconceptart) has spoken about how much they LOVED IT. the artists love to create art. That's why they're artists. But it's the mistreatment that makes it a taxing, traumatic experience.

The point is that artists should be treated fairly while doing what they love. Not that they shouldn't be doing what they love.

BTSV getting cancelled would be heartbreaking for both the audience and the people creating it.

TLDR; you're allowed to have your opinion. But I believe it both fundamentally disagrees with the core of the movies, and the point of the strikes. Or at the very least the feelings of many people working on Spider-Verse

#jonahs lemonade stand #Leo txt #🍓🦋 #it's late as fuck I only read over this twice so gl #spider posting #<- tags added last night #spiderverse

[meegadeeth]

☆ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐃 - 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐋 ☆

Warnings❗️:

✩ None (it’s just cute bro)

(There’s also some Duzzy in here 😍)

people includes/mentioned; axl rose, slash, duff mckagan, izzy stradlin, steven adler

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Axl turned over to see Slash on his stomach with his head resting on his arms. Axl slightly smiled as he saw Slash's back rise and fall with his breathes. He brought his hand up to move a piece of Slash's curls out of his face. Axl's smile grew bigger as he saw his lovers precious face—that was until he heard more yelling.

He sighed again and quickly got up before someone woke up Slash. Axl walked into the living room to find Duff and Izzy arguing in the kitchen. Izzy was sitting on the counter and rolling his eyes at Duffs words. Duff was standing a couple of inches away from Izzy, arguing. Steven had literally made a bowl of popcorn and sat at the table, his eyes darting back and forth between who's talking.

Axl rolled his eyes and snatched the bowl of popcorn, "Get the fuck to bed, we have shit to do tomorrow." Steven looked up, "It is tomorrow." "Go." Axl said sternly like a disappointed mother. "Party pooper." Steven mumbled as he walked to his room. "Little shit." Axl mumbled right back.

"Ax? Will you tell him how fucking stupid he's being?" Izzy looked over slightly, noticing Axl.

"What are you guys even yelling about? I finally got Slash to sleep around 2. I swear to God if you fucking wake him up, that will be the last thing you do."

"We went to the mall and this girl was flirting with me. She asked for my number so I gave it to her." Izzy explained. Axl gave them a confused look. "I told him that he shouldn't just give his number out like that. He doesn't even know her! She was random! She doesn't know the stuff he likes or anything." Duff argued.

Axl huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose while he realized what's going on. Duff is obviously jealous. "Go kiss it out in your room." Axl dragged Izzy off the counter and started pushing Izzy and Duff to their room.

"You mean hug it out?" Izzy tried to correct him. "I said what I said, fags." Axl shrugged and tried to close the door. "What do you mean? I'm confused." Duff turned around and said. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?" Axl sighed and crossed his arms. Izzy and Duff looked at each other, confused, before looking back at Axl.

"You are in love, idiots. Duff, you're too jealous to even realize it, and Izz, you're probably over-thinking too much to the point where you don't know if Duffs being friendly or actually likes you back!"

The two awkwardly, and silently, stood next to each other. They both knew Axl was right. "I'm always right." Axl closed the door and walked back to his room.

When he walked back in he tried to quietly shut the door...but the door squeaked anyway. Slash squirmed in his sleep until he finally propped himself up on his arms to tiredly look at Axl. All the yelling going on and this is what he wakes up from?! "Mmh..what time is it?" Slash asked with his eyes shut. "Uh," Axl looked at the clock, "5:12am."

"Oh, okay." Slash yawned and stood up, almost falling. "You can go back to sleep. We don't have to start the day until 8." Axl said and walked up to him. "No, it's alright. I probably won't be able to go back to sleep anyway." Slash mumbled. "Okay." Axl shrugged and sat back on the bed, covering himself with the blanket.

Slash walked over to his dresser and pulled out a random outfit. It was a button up flannel and Hawaiian shorts. Axl gave Slash a weird look while his back was turned but didn't say anything. Slash attempted to tiredly put the flannel on, but closed his eyes once the soft material of the flannel touched his bare back and shoulders. His facial expressions softened and his head slightly dropped.

Axl noticed and got up. "Slash?" Axl started to walk over to him. Axl sighed with a slight smile. He put the Hawaiian shorts back into the drawer and then softly lifted Slash's head up. "Hm?" Slash woke up again. "You're tired, hun. You need more sleep." Axl said softly.

"No..I'm fine." Slash slurred tiredly. "You're not. Come to bed." Axl rolled the flannel material down his arms until it fully came off and put it back in the dresser. He walked Slash to the bed.

Slash tiredly laid back down while Axl neatly put covers over him. Axl then got into bed beside him. Slash put his head on Axl's stomach and his arm laid across his waist. "I wouldn't be able to sleep without you." Slash mumbled.

"I bet you could. It just takes time to fall asleep at certain times every night." Axl whispered back. "No, I need you to sleep. You're like a security blanket or something. I need you..for more than just sleep too."

"That's sweet. Goodnight, Slash." Axl ran his hands through Slash's wild curls as butterfly's flew around his stomach. "Goodnight, Ax." Slash said and drifted off to sleep.

At 5:46am, a knock happened at the door. Axl sighed, "Come in." Steven trudged inside. "What?" Axl asked. "So..Izzy told me this story. I'm not being stupid about it, it's not scary but-"

"Get to the point, Steven." Axl said. "Izzy told me a story about this girl who used to stick needles into peoples brains to kill them and now if her ghost is around you can feel things pricking your head. Axl..I feel it." Steven quickly said, rushing the sentence.

"Okay. What do you want me to do about it?" Axl asked, confused. "Can I stay in here?" Steven asked. "Izz is just trying to scare you. Needles are not poking into your brain, either. It's your head thinking of the feeling. Why do you let Izzy's story's get to you, anyway? They're all fake and dumb." Axl explained.

"But I can feel them, Axl." Steven repeated. "Fine. Come lay down and watch the movie." Steven hurried up and got on the bed, managing to not wake up Slash, and sitting between Axl and Slash. Thankfully, when Slash had fallen asleep he had rolled over to the other side of the bed to get more comfortable.

Before too long, another person walked in. Izzy stifled a laugh as he saw a paranoid Steven sitting between the two boys. "Shut up." Steven mumbled. Izzy walked over and sat at the bottom of the bed, on Axl's side. "You're so gullible." Izzy remarked before poking Steven in the head and whispering, "Ooooh, it's the needle lady.."

"Stop that shit. You're the reason he's in here." Axl pointed a finger at Izzy. "But it's funny." Izzy said back. "It's not. Now stop unless you want him to go sleep in your bed with you and Duff." Finally, Izzy stopped bugging Steven and watched the TV instead.

Finally, Duff came into the room. Axl didn't have enough patience to say anything, so he just watched the TV. The whole room was silent except the TV and Izzy softly squeaking out, "Hey" to Duff. Duff only smiled at him before laying at the bottom of the bed, his head resting in Izzys lap. Soon enough everyone fell asleep. Axl was the last though.

Steven fell asleep with his head tilted back on the wall and stole most of the blanket from Slash and Axl.

Izzy fell asleep with his head resting on Axl's knees and his hands rested in Duffs hair. He was sitting with his legs cris-cross but eventually laid them out so they were hanging off the foot of the bed.

Duff fell asleep with his long legs hanging off the side of the bed and his head on Izzys lap.

Axl chose to fall asleep with his legs propped up so Izzy didn't wake up. It was uncomfortable but he finally had everyone asleep. "Goddamn, I feel like Reba." Axl mumbled as he looked around at his sleeping bandmates and his family, at least the closest he's had to a family in a long time.

Soon enough Axl drifted to sleep to the sounds of the others light snores.

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#guns n roses #axl rose #slash guns n roses #slash gnr #gnr fic #slaxl #gay #two boys #wattpad #fanfiction #music #rock n roll

[onsunnyside]

HI I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO SUBMIT A POST

this post will contain nsfw text & pictures!!🔞 minors dni

😈HCV SIMS DAY 9 NSFW:

setting up the wicked whims mod:

all alphas have their sexual role set to top ofc😌 (reader is bottom)

THESE SETTINGS IM ABSOLUTELY DYING FROM LAUGHTER PLS

THERE'S A PLOYAMOROUS ATTRIBUTE YES!!!!!

um… guys pls let me know should i do the incest thing for ransom and steve😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

wicked attributes:

cuckold, generous lover, nudity enthusiast, window peeping enthusiast, polyamorous

reader has all these + cum slut & no underwear😵‍💫

relationship utilities:

open relationship switch

—💌—

ahhh okay the wicked whims attributes are in!!! reader just ordered some birth control, lube, condoms, and menstrual products 😌

i want them to all have an orgy rn but the maid is here so we probably shouldn't

okay ransom is back to sharing his insecurities, this time with reader 🥹

omg reader is telling ari how she's too trusting 😳 girl he's gonna be able to manipulate you easier now 😭😭🫣

omg steve is showering... and there's no pixelating effect🫠🫠🫠

OMFG I CAN GET THEM TO MASTURBATEJDJFHDJJFFKF *laughs manically* sweet lord i can get them to watch porn too, thank you anon for telling me ab this mod omfg

CURTIS IS WATCHING PORN RN & JERKING OFF🫠

oml i got reader to watch porn & masturbate too and andy came in and was like 👀👀

AHHH READER IS FLIRTING W ANDY & STEVE, SHE ASKED HIM FOR SEX - I DIDNT TELL HER TO OMGOKGOGMG

steve is taking her to the “sex location” 😛

HELP andy is watching porn in curtis’ room WHILE HES SLEEPING??????😭😭😭

STEVE IS GOING DOWN ON HER DJHRRIJFJDKDKFJJF

THEY’RE 69ING AND ANDY IS WATCHING IM ABOUT TO COMBUST

omfg i wish you could see my face rn i’m literally in shock 😭😭 steve has reader over his lap & is spanking her 😮😮

ARI JUST WOKE UP AND HES COMING IN TO WATCH TOO 😳 now he’s gone back to his room to jerk off 😭 steve and reader have been going at it for hours, i definitely need to make some adjustments so it ends after they cum lmfaooo

okay i tried to get andy and ari to join in but it didn’t work so i think i need to find like a bigger bed or smth?? idk 😭 i’ll google it and seeeee ;)

omg so tea - i was playing that at like 12am and i was trying to get them to stop fucking so i could save & exit the game and sleep😭 but it glitched and was taking so long, so i was like ‘whatever, i don’t have time for this’. i closed my computer and went to bed so it must’ve force quit, because i just opened it back up and they’re back to the start of day 9😳 so what if that was all just a sex fantasy, an erotic dream ari, steve, reader, and andy had 😭

things are definitely going to be very interesting now with this mod hehehe😈 if anyone has any more mods they want me to download pls lmk🫶🏼 also sonny i wasn’t sure if you wanted “minors dni” as it’s just the sims, but i thought it’s better to be safe than sorry!! lmk if i should include the warning for the future nsfw submissions too :)) LOVE U & IM SO EXCITED FOR UR MILESTONE!!!!! *kithes*

#submission

[icedmetaltea]

Update (this is basically just a journal rn so I can keep some semblance of my sanity, I promise I'll get back to normal reblogs and such soon, maybe even later tonight after some rest)

Got to new place in one piece. Didn't have any panic attacks on the 4 hr drive thankfully (mainly cause I was able to actually get some sleep last night, I conked out at 12am. I did however hallucinate cats scratching on the walls as if it was a tent, only to turn on the light and realize it was a solid wall which was... strange)

It's hot and humid as fuck here and I'm worrying about a bazillion things (having a bit of religious trauma getting brought up as I realize I'm back in a highly-religious rural area, worrying my parents or their church will try to convert me and also worrying they'll try to convince me to stay here even if I decide I want to move back... idk. Growing up christian and homeschooled does that, especially when the parents in question are so obsessed w/ guns and security, it's hard not to let my paranoia make me believe there are cameras everywhere)

On the other hand it feels nostalgic as hell to be surrounded by forest again. I haven't been since I was 18 and looking up into leaves as they scatter light feels amazing. But like. There's also this sinking feeling when you realize you're stuck in the middle of nowhere and you can't be certain emergency services will be able to get there below like 40 mins if something happens.

Which it might, cause my step-dad has been having tons of health issues, and while my mom is healthy she's in her sixties and there's no guarantee she'll be that way forever. I also feel like my step-dad might be having some kind of cognitive decline? Cause he keeps getting my name wrong and has issues with time (like thought we were being rushed in the morning when we didn't even set out till noon) and things like that. Idk maybe I'm just paranoid cause my grandma had Alzheimer's.

Also just like... wondering if my sibling and cats are happier without me. I shouldn't feel selfish about this but I can't help it, idk...

And just thinking a lot about death, hopelessness and helplessness in general. I know I'm just feeling the brunt of a ton of shit going on in my life at once but yeah... it's a lot.

#irl stuff #vent #tw vent #Metaltea talks

[emotionallyrin]

Sleeping is funny

I have depression, I've worried it may be something worse but this is about facts for now. With that I'm used to doing things like sleeping and eating whenever, usually ends up depriving myself of those things by accident- sometimes on purpose.

Recently I've been struggling though; I don't like sleeping at 7am much because I know my sleep schedule gets fucked up if I do, doesn't stop me from ending up this way though. Slipping slowly down the line starting at 3am till night after night I reach 10am. Eventually I get stressed about college starting up and wanting a good sleep schedule again but that's where my troubles come in.

I've only had this more frequently since October but I'm struggling to sleep or atleast stay asleep. When I research I find it could be my depression but I'm usually anxious too so it might be a combination- and the stress. I could sleep at 12am feeling drained like all fuck but then my body says nope and wakes me in like 3 hours and that's my day.

Coffee is keeping me alive but people would probably say it's making it worse or hurting me, I only started drinking coffee 3 weeks ago and this issue has been happening longer than that. I hate how people jump to the same conclusions like I shouldn't be playing games so late or speaking or whatever.

Literally I don't play much, if anything I don't like games anymore I just have a few brain dead ones to keep my hands active. Games that people care about, I don't play those. Something simple on Roblox that I don't think and have open in the background, whether I win or lose doesn't matter on it. If I disconnect too I don't care since its just to keep my hands active. I'm justifying it because I can forget about that I have it open honestly and it'll just turn off by itself. I don't play games, I just disassociate.

Speaking? I don't need to explain much there , I have barely anyone I speak or want to. I made a few friends recently, I've spoke about one in a old post, some people who are kind. I'm thinking of distancing myself though. Conversations, with the one friend I talked about, lead to my guilt and depression feeling more than I could handle. I'm not cutting them off, just not being around more … that leaves me almost alone. Still have friends just not very close ones. Thats fine though.

This night atmosphere, isn't favourable. I've been a night owl for far too long that although I get peace I'm also going slowly insane from isolation. Not just that but also the stress of daily life, not being able to do things normal people do at a normal rate, is just becoming too much.

#personal rant #life #depressing shit

[rosecoloredknight]

I don’t suppose you have any advice on how to deal w ignoring comments that make you feel crappy? *short story time*

because basically a few nights ago I went out a further city than my own by myself but met up w some friends there. I ended up staying longer than I planned but I do tend to panic when I feel like I’m stranded or alone somewhere and none of the taxi places had any around the city and Uber wasn’t loading and it was raining so I was trying not to get my screen wet! luckily 2 of them stayed and helped me but there was another person I didn’t know too well who made a comment like how are you ‘allowed’ out by yourself when you can’t work out how to use an Uber app and then just kind of ridiculed me a bit and my mind was like CRAP I’m gonna be stuck here on my own in the rain at 12am and so I kept asking them if I was doing it right bc I was pretty scared but yeah it eventually worked out but idk I just felt super dumb and just ugh after that 😅

First off, I am really proud of you and I'm super grateful everything worked out in the end.

There is nothing to be ashamed of, okay? That person who made you feel small, invalid, and dense seems like an inconsiderate, and pretentious person. I get it when it is said in a joking manner, and maybe they meant it that way? But if they didn't, I stand by what I said.

I'm thankful for the ones who stayed and helped you in figuring it out, even with the constant "I am doing this right" coming from you. I've been there before and that's okay. Practice makes perfect right? Familiarity helps?

You have the power or decision to allow or not allow those statements affect your morale, anon. Don't let mean or unimportant opinions affect you as you figure out the daily-ness of life. I know it's easier said than done, but practice not allowing comments that are meant to degrade you matter. Okay? You're going to be okay 😊😊😊

YOU ARE NOT DUMB.

And I know that I probably shouldn't say this and you don't feel this way, but I'm saying this in your honor: fuck that third person for being a jerk.

Okay — I'm happy everything worked out in the end — you're doing great, anon!! 😊👍🏼

#asks

[cartoonaesthetic99]

Birthday in a nutshell me: fuck holidays bro: yo I never forget your birthday me; .... *hope filling up to myself* others: basically telling me that bc I said it

-after 12:00- some people forget but maybe they don’t ca- also realizing that I still feel alo- me: fuck holidays-

#sorry that's how wired I am of the sudden- #wheezes try not to take this seriously this is just a mood? #idk #im still salty about birthdays and honestly its not fine when you're feeling lonely on it #I'll #try to get on the brighter side but still #im fucking sick of being alone sometimes- #I wanna throw a party but hhghdg #fuck this #its just a pointless day that maybe I would ignore #shouldn't just brag for 'more' it sounds like im fucking greedy #ew i hate that word #disgusting word- #for on e thing #it's great that I bought something for myself today thoug- #okay I shouldn't say 'today' b c it's 12Am #ok i need to shut up just scroll