#also FUCK drawing flannel by hand

[kinda-daily-warriorcat]

Late Halloween Scourge Doodle

#Day 305 #Blood TW #Warrior Cats #Scourge #I had this idea on Halloween but saw someone else had drawn Scourge w a pumpkin before I could draw it but decided to do it anyways #The other Scourge-and-Pumpkin drawing was by Scourgebff so please check it out if you somehow haven't already #I also already wanted to draw Scourge for Halloween because I went as human Scourge for Halloween #tldr is that I had no idea what to be for Halloween but when me and my brother were 9 he went as Scourge and recently I found the collar and #thought ''fuck it'' and put on black jeans black hoodie dark flannel and painted my left hand's nails black and my right hand's white #so I was basically just walking around in normal clothes #WC is my special interest and I know its cringe and how the series has flaws but goddamnit this series has had a chokehold on me #2023 Daily Drawing Challenge

[greatunironic]

eddie wakes up in a strange room. this was not particularly unusual for him, historically: he’d spent most of his twenties waking up in new and interesting places (including a handful of jail cells). but after eddie, the label, and the los angeles superior court system decided it would be best if he stopped drinking and doing blow, it stopped being such a regular occurrence.

so it’s almost alarming to him, now, to be blinking up at an unfamiliar cement ceiling with the raging bitch of all headaches and generally feeling like he got hit by a truck, got whiplash in a crash with the way his neck aches. he’d think he was hungover like all those times before except for how sharp the pain is, bright.

he worries, briefly, he’s relapsed, or someone’s slipped him something. but he remembers what him and the boys had been up to, before this, and he thinks it’d’ve been a strange night indeed if someone roofied a c-list (b-list if he’s feeling charitable) musician at a fucking frozen four game.

because yeah, eddie remembers: they’d been third row, watching the wisconsin ladies clean up and cheering for jeff’s kid sister like she was about to get olympic gold. (she probably would, someday. her and that mayfield girl who played defense were looking down the barrel at a 2026 run apparently.

eddie’s been to a handful of games over the years, when touring and recording allows them to go. he’s resolutely never been a sports guy but he’ll admit, when pressed, that live hockey is pretty dope. to say nothing, of course, of how jeff would probably murder them all in their sleep if they didn’t rep the red and white for lottie.

(and also — and this is between eddie and his god alright — but lottie’s coach? standing back there in his suit, hair styled and dialed, snapping his gum, yelling at the refs? kind of doing it for him, okay. worth the price of admission, even if the tickets weren’t free.)

when he thinks harder — which hurts too — the last thing he clearly remembers was someone from the beavers scoring, bringing their lead to 5-1, and a slapshot from the other team getting out over the boards and nearly taking out some lady’s popcorn. someone behind them in the seats said, “jesus they’re getting desperate, eh?”

then shit goes dark on him, not even a fade to black, but a full on smash cut, roll credits black, and the post-credits scene is where ever the fuck eddie is at the moment. it smells like human and cold and icy hot, so obviously, he thinks, he died and went to hell like all the church ladies said he would back in hawkins, or probably just a locker room. what the fuck?

he blinks at the ceiling, at an interesting water stain on the cement texturing. he’s in the middle of wondering where the rest of his band has gone if he’s here alone, fucking abandoners, when a sweaty redhead with the bitchiest expression he’s maybe ever seen enters his field of vision.

“you’re alive,” she says.

eddie blinks again. “why do you sound so disappointed?”

“yo coach!” she shouts, already on the move away from him. “he’s alive!”

he tries to sit up, but that makes the pain in his head worse, and also draws attention to the fact that his back also hurts. he squeezes his eyes shut and makes a truly embarrassing noise of pain — if pressed, he’d call it a whimper — and a pair of big hands land on his shoulders.

“out, out ladies i got this! hey!, hey, man, don’t move just yet,” says big hands.

“yeah, no problem, i don’t want to anymore,” eddie says. he stirs up the will to open his eyes again and very nearly slams them back shut. because of course the person staring down at him is fucking coach hottie snackycakes himself. he’s even better looking in person, too, big droopy eyes, lips as pink as his bubblegum, and shiny, jesus christ. he’s still got eddie by the shoulders, hands warm through the thin cotton of his flannel and tee — because eddie’s always been more fashion than sense, wayne always said, and it’s even worse now that the paps are on him—

“oh, fuck this is gonna be all over tiktok later, isn’t it?” he moans.

“maybe not.”

“don’t lie.”

“listen, eddie — it is eddie, right?” asks coach hottie. “i’m steve. coach harrington. faughnsie — lottie, i mean — she said you’re eddie. her brother’s guitarist? what do you remember?”

“more like he’s my singer,” he says, “but sure. and not much.”

“well, you’re gonna be okay,” says coach hottie — steve. “it really wasn’t that bad, and it was probably too fast for anyone to get it, unless they already had a camera on you. you took a puck to the head when one popped up. i’d apologize but it wasn’t one of my girls who did it, so. anyway — you weren’t out for long, which robbie says is good — she’ll get a look at you in a second — but you got your bell rung pretty good. and you’re gonna have quite the shiner, trust me.”

“speaking from experience?”

“oh, yeah. closer and faster too.” he gently raps his head with his knuckles. “too many concussions too early ended my nhl days, in fact.”

“oh. oh shit, sorry, i—“

“don’t worry about it, man, it happens,” he says. “and if it hadn’t, i wouldn’t be here.”

“at the frozen four.”

“yeah, sure, that too.”

“what?”

“what?” steve waves him off. “anyway, i’m just glad to see you up, ish, and talking. looked pretty scary, from the bench.”

“i really don’t remember,” says eddie. “but i’m sure i’ll see it on tiktok later, like i said — at least, my unconscious, bleeding form.”

“i got up there pretty fast, so i doubt it,” says steve.

eddie blinks, twice. “you—?”

“you were behind my bench, and you. well,” he says with a shrug, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed, finally putting those hands away — weapons of eddie destruction, he thinks — and shoving them into his pockets of his tight slacks. “i should be getting back out there.”

“do you? you’re murdering them pretty good, unless i black out and missed them getting four more goals,” eddie says.

the corners of steve’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. eddie thinks he might just pass out again. “no, we’re still gonna cinch it, i think. looks bad, though — first time coach missing the final period so’s he can hit on the cute musician who got his clock cleaned by the biscuit.”

“oh,” he says. swallows. “uh.”

steve’s crinkly, smiley eyes go wide. “unless—“

“no less!” eddie shouts and then immediately winces. at a better, less damaging to his more than slightly concussed noggin, volume, he says, “more, actually. because pretty sure i shouldn’t be left unsupervised, and i’ve clearly been abandoned by the band, so—“

“so,” says steve.

“coach, two minutes!” someone calls.

“so, i was hoping maybe i could keep hitting on the hot hockey coach back at his?”

“i’m at the ramada inn,” he says, “and i got tape to watch for the finals.”

“i live for room service,” eddie tells him seriously. “and i’m suddenly very into wisconsin sports teams.”

“coach! go time!”

“yeah?” he asks.

“yeah.”

“COACH!”

he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “i gotta — but, uh, later?”

“pick me up in twenty?”

“probably more like half an hour, with stoppage,” he says.

someone bangs on the door. “COACH!! let’s boogie!!”

with one last look, wide eyed and smiling, steve leaves. eddie watches him go. he’d heard hockey players were caked up but lord — eddie is about to convert to a new religion, or maybe found one, over the stretch of those slacks.

“damn,” he says quietly.

“gross,” a woman says. eddie startles and looks to the side, where a lanky brunette with a bob and an undercut is staring at him, unimpressed. she’s in some get up that screams athletic trainer, and there’s a white board in her hand.

“how long have you been there?” he asks.

she raises an eyebrow. “long enough, and honestly, i don’t know if that counts as a you rule for him, or a you suck for you,” she says and does not elaborate when he asks. “also don’t look at him like that. it’s steve. he’s basically my sister.”

“yeah? any tips then?” asks eddie. “i promise i’ll only use them for good. well. mostly.”

“god,” she says with an expansive eye roll. “you’re gonna be a nightmare, aren’t you?”

a cheer goes up outside the room as the teams, presumably, take the ice again. eddie, head throbbing, concussed, embarrassed, grins. “sure hope so,” he says.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #rockstar au #hockey au #two great tastes that taste great together tbh #cross posted on twitter #might clean this up later + pop it on ao3

[granolawriting]

Sarahs teacher ༊*·˚

pairing: no breakout!Joel x fem reader

Summary: Joel saves you from a uncomfortable interaction with a drunk, and it quickly devolved with him fucking you in a single stall at the bar. Though when you see the little drawings his daughter leaves in his car, you peice together your connection only after it's too late.

Content warning: 18+ NSFW, age gap, grey hairs so hes about that old, picture part 2 joel cause he's the sexiest, also this outfit he has on is pretty acruate to how I pictured him while writing, hair pulling, p in v, creampie, surface level degrading (slut, whore), praise degrading (pretty slut), pet names (darling, sweetheart, baby), southern hospitality!, crazy confident and blunt, breif harassment (not by joel), biting, leaving a mark, dom!Joel, sarah mentioned/met

word count: 4.4k

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inspired / requested by this wonderful anon!

Clanging of glass against wooden tables, the saturated musk of whiskey and heated bodies overwhelms your senses as you walk within the bar. 

You watch as men raise voices in argument over games blaring on TVs hung high over the center of the room, feeling eyes trace your shape as you make your way to the counter. 

“Just water for now, please.” 

The bartender obliged, and as you sit down upon old wooden barstools with short backs to provide minor support to your height off the ground, a pair of eyes seems to fall on you that feels a bit more welcomed than those prior. 

Hair fell long right above his eye, salt and peppered hair that was well groomed though currently unkempt in a way-- as though the day had been long on him. Multicolored stubble compliments the smirk of the man that gazed upon you with dark brown eyes hooded by thick lashes. His skin was tanned, and complemented greatly by the dark brown of his jacket coupled with the muted greens of a flannel below it. He had his sleeves rolled up, seeing both his elbows placed on the counter as a glass of whisky was held lightly between a few fingers over the cup just a few inches from his face did he soak in every part of you with his gaze. 

His eyes resting on yours set your body aflame, the confidence of his intent made you compelled to want to let him do whatever he wished. A man probably twice your age, like a fine wine did he fire off nerves within you that even men you adored couldn't properly emulate. He was experienced, cocky. He wasn't shy about getting what he wanted like most men your age, and that felt new to you. 

You were getting ahead of yourself, within the few seconds that held eye contact between you and this stranger you felt an eternity of lust seep deep in the pits of your stomach. There was no means to even believe that was his intent, the most you can really give yourself was the complement of his elongated gaze affixed on you. But after a few moments his eyes tore away and engaged in what played on the TVs, and watched as the people went by. Leaving you to yourself for a moment to yearn for him, after so much as a glance. 

… 

“This drink came from the man right down there.” 

What sat before you was some sort of vodka tonic, and as your head moved to glance upon that stranger once more with a welling of anticipation for his next move, a different hand shot out and waved to claim that prize. Your heart sank. Some 20 something stood to approach you, a hat upon laid back hair that sported some football team you knew nothing about, and the careful steps of a man trying to impress whilst also being a few drinks in. he slides up tho the empty space on the counter next to you, and elbow propped against your side to lean in, does the stench of cheap liquor and sweat permeate your senses as he begins to talk to you. 

“Mm, what's your name, pretty lady?” 

A scoff quietly escapes you as the slur of his words make any attempt at flattery obsolete.

“What's it to you?” 

Brows furrow at the harsh response to his kind gesture, he retorts;

“Well I just bought you that drink didn't i? Don't I deserve a little somethin?” 

A little something what do you look like? A hooker? 

“You don't deserve a damn thing. I didn't ask for this cheap thing.” 

He leans in a bit closer to you, closing the gap of space between your body and his as you grow increasingly uncomfortable with his advances with no way out.

“Oh come on don't be like that, listen, how about we get a few more and you can join my buddies over there. We’ll have fun.” 

Slowly you move yourself away from his body inching closer to you,

“No, I think I'm good where I'm at.” 

He grabs your wrist as you try to leave, with the untamed grip of a man not wholly sober and increasingly offended; 

“Oh don't be like that, are you even here with everyone? You’re just asking for attention.” 

A new voice chimes in from behind the both of you. 

“Now, the lady said she don't want anythin to do with you. Aint no sense in tryna force her, especially if you want to keep that nose of yours unbroken. Ya understand me boy?” 

The stranger from earlier, carrying deep southern drawl and a sternness in his voice comes to you like a guardian angel. He looms over the short heighted man in comparison, with an air of dominance and intimidation that supersedes anything that that could have done in comparison. 

“You didn't tell me you were with someone. I.. I'm sorry sir.” 

His voice shrinks at the sight of conflict with him, he turns to you then to him for apology, before scampering off to his friends with a tail between his legs. 

The man turns to face you now, dwarfing you in his shadow as he looks at you. There's a kind smile in his eyes, with a soft smirk on his lips as he goes to take the place of the man before him. 

“I'm sorry that man was bothin ya darlin’. Aint no way to treat a lady like you.” 

your ears perk up at that final part-- a lady like you. You feel flush at his flattery, giving a moment to shift your body closer to his ever so slightly to lean into his words. 

“A lady like me hm? And what does that mean?” 

Once again he doesn't properly cower at the confrontation of very bold flirting -- you can tell this isn't his first time playing this kind of game. And you were more than glad to play along. 

“Well, just mean a lady pretty as you, that's all.” 

Coy smile coats his face as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Oh well, thank you sir. Can't say it's every day a handsome man like you comes to my rescue.” 

Sir. his eyes flick up from his drink to the sound of that, and you notice this time. 

“No bother, names Joel.” 

Joel. Where have I heard that name before? 

“Ahh, well, sir Joel, I'll be heading to the bathroom for a bit. Think you'll still be here when i'm back?” 

You hop out of your chair, brushing off and readjusting the dress you wore as you centered yourself on the floor once more. 

“Mm I'm sure I will sweetheart.” 

He smiles as his drink is raised to his lips once more from hovering fingers over it's top, he sends you off with a wink and the knowledge that as you walk away he gets a greater view of the body he could only see from across the bar. 

…

Knock knock 

“I'm in here.” 

In a single stall are you leaning over a metal sink to correct makeup and hair in the mirror of the bathroom. You didn't need to use the bathroom, just needed to fix your makeup if you thought you could have any more confidence with Joel. 

Knock knock knock 

“Dude- i'm fucking in here.” 

You go to open the door and chew out whoever was pounding on the door, like there weren't other stalls to use. Though as you crack open the side of it you see Joel standing before you, before quickly pushing his way inside it as well. Turning you around does he pin you against the wall adjacent to the door itself. 

“Listen here darlin’. I wont play coy, there aint nothin I want to do to you more right now then to have ya all to myself. I cant fuckin stand it.” 

His hand lays flat on your shoulder as it pushes you against the wall, the other hand making its way to cup your jaw. His calloused fingers stroke your cheek as you stand there speechless. 

“Use your words baby. Come on, I know you fuckin want it.” 

“Y-- yes sir. I…I wouldn't mind” 

You stammer out a weak consent that seems to be the only thing that can come to mind as you grow intoxicated by his scent, his aura. Whisky coats his breath as he looms over you, the smell of his cologne masking scents of sawdust and tobacco as you feel his heat on you with how close he stands to you. 

“Good.” 

His lips smash into yours, feeling his tongue immediately trying to invade every part of your mouth, taste every last drop of your spit as though he was addicted to it. His hands trail up and down your body as his fingers pay no regard to the loose fabric that made up your dress. Gripping your waist he let up from your kiss, turning you around to face the mirror that was just moments ago used as a means to fix your makeup, now you found yourself pushed down onto the cold metal of the sink that still held your eye makeup and brushes. His hands traced all up and down your back as though he was worshiping the body below him, standing right at your backside you could feel his bulge growing from the inside of his worn jeans. 

Fuck hes big. 

His body falls to cup yours, fully clothed does the request become but a low whisper deep in your ear as his hand trails up your neck to your hair, pulling it back as your back arches to compliment the placement of his bulge. 

“Good girl. Now don't you look so pretty?” 

He refers to the mirror in front of you, and as you gaze at yourself within it you see hairs falling in front of your face, as arms twice as large as yours grip onto your hair to force your face to look directly within the mirror. You look at him, watching as his face contorted into what looked like a proud lion with his fresh prey. His smirk was selfish, and the way he looked at your body made you feel naked. Undressing what was left of you with his eyes, he didn't leave any more room for imagination as he let up from you for a moment to unbuckle his belt. Watching as the jeans fell to the floor with a heavy clunk, and all that remained was his boxers that swiftly followed. You couldn't see his cock, but as he grazed it along your folds you could just feel how much there was. 

“Now ain't that a sight. All this ‘cause of me hm? Gotta say I'm honored.” 

He pushes your panties down, a trail of your own slick following suit that leaked down your thigh unabashedly. You feel a heavy hand pressed down onto your back. 

“Arch your back for me darlin’.” 

And as you do so, you feel him grab your ass, slapping it and pulling it apart to look at your heat before you could feel his tip directly at your entrance. He lets it linger for a moment, cupping himself to you slightly and brings your hair back to look at the mirror once more. 

“Look how pretty of a fuckin’ slut you are baby. Absolutely drenched for my cock, you better take it good alright? I'm not here to play nice with ya’.” 

You nod your head as much as you could in understanding before you felt him piercing you. It was so much, too much. You felt as though you were going to be split open entirely as the first pulse he did in you felt as though he’d never reach the base. As he grew to be halfway inside of you you felt full to the brim, biting your lip with closed eyes to try and take it all without a whine. 

You feel a jerk of your hair as he went deep into you. You felt his body flush against yours but with eyes closed he yanked your neck up to look at him. 

“Don't close your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me.” 

A steady pace was founded soon after, feeling him go in and out of you elicited timed whines and moans, your brain felt as though it was melting in a way, the only thing that your body could think of as every pounding force inside of you made your nerves shoot off and you felt it everywhere in your body. Down to your fingers was the sense of taking in every vein, every curve, every little inch of his cock as it used you like you were some toy. 

Your fingers fall to your own clit, desperate to cum on his cock already do you draw circles over your own throbbing parts, as your mind grows numb at the feeling of the two combined. Though Joel is quick to notice. 

“Do you want to fuckin’ cum for me darlin’? Come on now all ya gotta use is your words and I can do all that for you. You're mine right? My pretty little slut.” 

His free hand snakes over your thigh to find your fingers, pushing them aside as his calloused fingers match the same motion you had just done but with greater intensity. Your whole body is at his disposal, feeling nothing but the pleasure he's giving you, your hands grasp at nothing to try and stabilize yourself against his cock. Looking at the mirror he forces you to watch as he groans over you, watching the sweat drip off his hair down onto his chest as he grows less and less controlled in his movements. You watch as your own face pathetically contorts into inexplicable pleasure, you are addicted to him. The way his cock feels inside of you, his fingers on your clit. You feel your heat building up in your stomach quickly, a flame sweltering in your stomach that was going to peak at any moment. 

“God-- fuck Joel, i’m going to cum. Oh my god--” 

You feel yourself contract on top of his cock, your insides desperately wrapped around him as you finish. your legs shake but as he presses himself into you even more you cant move almost anywhere. 

“Fuck you feel so good, god-- so fuckin’ good i'm--” 

His fingers still trace a sensitive clit as your body moves involuntarily to the rhythm of his cock inside of you, your body completely overwhelmed as he finishes inside of you after only a few more strokes, you feel a heat fill deep inside of you. Keeping it in for a second does the excess of his finish seep out of the edges of you, trailing down your leg onto the floor. 

Jagged breath fills the air that was once filled with groans and whimpers, shallow breaths to try and come back to reality fill your lungs as you lay against the counter ever still. You listen as Joel adorns his jeans once more, looping the belt into propper hole before grabbing paper towels from the nearby dispenser. His hands travel down the side of your leg where you and him mixed together in remis of pleasure and slowly takes the dry towel to it, mopping up all that he left on you. 

“Here ya go darlin’. Now, turn ‘round for me.” 

Waiting as you turn slowly, your body just getting in tune with being able to move on it's own again you face him. A face covered in sweat, hair stuck to his face he still looked enchanting. He takes you in, a look of yearning and hunger still coated his eyes as he looked you up and down.

“This’ll only hurt for a second sweetheart.” 

His fingers move the straps of your dress to your shoulders, moving them down to expose your chest. Bending down does he place small kisses on your chest, but before you could question it you felt his teeth sink into your chest. Sucking with intent to leave a mark, shallow pants meet fingers through his hair as you whine softly. Soon his lips let up, and a wet mark along your chest remains. 

“Didn't want ya to forget me too quickly. Just say this is a little reminder of me.” 

Joel smiles at you, a wink following his brazen claim on your body well after tonight somehow made you more attracted to him. There was something so matter of fact, demanding about him. He just took whatever he wanted and it had just happened to be you. The perfect combination of southern charm and degradation was enough to fuel you for a lifetime off this very night. 

He opens the door for you as you exit, following you out swiftly after does the walk to the general bar feels like your own walk of shame in a way. But were you really ashamed? They all knew what had just transpired, but part of you was proud of it. Joel certainly was. 

“You got any ways of gettin’ home sweetheart?” 

His voice inquired from behind you, making you turn to face him once more as more proper light shone on him giving him even greater features to be enamored by. 

“Oh well, my place is around a 20 minutes walk from here, so that's how I got here.” 

His brows furrowed at that notion, though it's better than any alternative of driving here with the intent of getting drunk. 

“Seems like I'll be takin’ you home then. You want anything before take ya?” 

“What? No- you don't need to take me home. It's such an inconvenience and-” 

“Listen sweetheart. It wouldn't be right of me leavin’ you hear all by yourself after all we just did. It's only proper.” 

You acquiesce. He does make a good point, and as he opens the door for you once more he leads you to his old truck, the seats smell of wood and coffee and you survey the insides to see a small drawn picture of what seemed to be him and a small girl upon his dash. A medium of crayon depicted two simple figures holding hands under a sun. 

“I didn't know you were such an artist Joel” 

You nudge him, teasing him about the photo briefly. 

“Now, you know I didn't do all that. Was my girl Sarah, made it when she was about 5 I think. Shes my whole world that little girl.” 

His smile lit up at the mention of his daughter, one that left you a bit dumbfounded because you didn't expect him to be a proud father given his introduction but you had no doubt he was a good one nonetheless. 

The drive home was slow but soothing, low country music played on his CD player as he drove down the road to your apartment. And as you signified to him which one was your place he pulls off to the side and drops out of the truck before you. Opening the door for you does he lead you out and to your door, with a kind farewell that despite all his degradation can never override his innate hospitality. Bidding you farewell as he leaves back into his truck, there's no part of you that feels as though you’ll ever see him again. But for a hookup, it's the nicest way you’ve ever been treated after. By a longshot. You won't be quick to forget him, with or without his hickey. 

…

School bells ring in your ears as you stand atop a small ladder that gets you to the top of the ceiling to tack on the final decoration for your parent-teacher night. It’d been over a week since you’d met Joel, and as the Friday before a long weekend creeps up on you the last thing you need to do is go through a line of parents and hope none of them have bad things to say about you. You fancied yourself a very good 7th grade teacher, with some of the children within your grade holding bright futures ahead of them. Specifically Sarah, not only was she a rising athlete but she was incredibly academically gifted. The anticipation to meet her parents grew purely out of curiosity, on what kind of scholars they were to raise such a well behaved child. 

Parents began to pour in before too long, the clock ticking from 4 to 6, conversation over conversation about the behavior of students, curriculum taught, and teaching philosophies wore you out by the time there was a little less than 30 minutes left of the window to greet parents. 

A clock shining at 6:16 made you feel as though your day was done, no real stragglers came in at the last 15 minutes, and as you finished up with the ones who came in the last 30, you began to relax at your desk for a moment. 

Until, of course, you see the thick curly hair of a certain sarah enter your classroom. You felt rejoiced, noting that if you had to deal with anyone, it’d gladly be her and her parents. Though as you watched with a smile on her face as she walked in it was soon no longer matched by you once you saw who her father was. 

Alone in the classroom did you stand across from Joel, whose daughter he held softly by her shoulder. your heart sank. 

What are the fucking odds? 

His usual confident demeanor was completely wiped by what seemed to be genuine shock at the sight of you. 

“I'm sorry we’re so late miss, dad always works super late so I can never come as early as I want. This is my dad, Joel!” 

Thats where I knew his fucking name from. 

Sarah breaks the silence with apology on his behalf, followed by an introduction as you slowly lower yourself within your seat once more and usher them to sit across from you. 

“Oh- oh, there's no worries. There's still time before we technically finish, so I'm more than glad to see you Sarah.” 

Your conversational tone is light, you keep eyes on Sarah while trying to talk to her about school and life, hearing about her new position on the soccer team is the only thing keeping you sane as the same musk you tasted down your throat is sitting right across you once more. 

Sarah's eyes darted over to the entrance to the classroom, spotting what seems to be one of her friends who also arrived quite late. 

“Oh-- dad. Dad, I'm going to go say hi to my friend. Can I go? Please?” 

“No sarah, you’ve gotta stay right here.” 

A diversion of eye contact with you that put all eyes on a whining sarah led you to chime in at the sight of her dismay, 

“Oh it's alright, there's a few things i’d like to speak to you about anyways.” 

She darts away without a second thought, taking your word more to heart than her own fathers. 

So there you two are sat-- eyes locked in on one another as you watch Joel's demeanor falter. He’s barely the man you met at the bar, all semblance of confidence gone to be replaced with a much more sheepish embarrassment at the face of his daughter being directly connected to his hookups. 

“So, Mr. Miller then is it?” 

You take this as a means to taunt him. 

“Funny seeing you here isn't it? Your daughter is exceptional, I'll give you that. But doesn't every day something like this happens does it?” 

He clears his throat, arms crossing as he lies back slightly upon the chair. 

“Now, I mean no disrespect here but you can’t be tauntin’ me like this darlin’. Taking everythin in me to not pin you over that desk just like I did before.” 

Your cheeks grow red and flushed. He wasn't sheepish, he's holding back. If it wasn't for his daughter being right down the hall he’d probably already have you wrapped around his cock again. 

Silence consumes you two once more as you feel your words choke in the back of your throat, you don't have a proper response to something so brazen but his eyes read yours and he makes it clear you needn't say anything at all. 

“Listen sweetheart, if I spend another minute in here with you you’ll probably wanna shut that door and hope no one comes a knockin. So I'll save you the trouble. How’s about you give me your number, and I'll make sure to find time to see you again.” 

You scramble for pen and paper to give him what he wants, you now sheepishly handing him your number as you watch him rise from the seat and straighten himself. 

“Was meanin’ to do this last time. I ain't felt anything as good as you for as long as i can remember. Usually I wouldn't do this, bein’ sarah's teacher and all, but hope you can understand that I can’t resist another night with you.” 

He grabs the paper from trembling hands, feeling his calloused fingers graze yours once more, shooting a shock of nerves to heat up your lower stomach from a mere touch. 

“I’ll see ya around darlin’.” 

A wink and a smile are the last thing you see of him before he takes himself to your door, disappearing as you hear a group of young girls as he walks into the hallway all clamoring something about Sarah as he takes her home. 

You’re left sitting in an empty classroom once more, a clock shining at 6:28 as your cue to leave is imminent. But as you look around you, all you can see is Joel. Every place you look there you are pinned against it with a skirt ridden up and cock shoved inside of you. Even in the empty space in the middle of the classroom you see your knees bare against linoleum as his hands grip your hair and guide it up and down him. You yearned for him, you needed him.

A text chime snapped you out of your trance. 

“5pm, tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.” 

And it seems like he needed you too. 

“And wear what you wore today, I want to take it off of you myself.” 

#joel x reader #joel smut #joel miller x reader #joel fanfic #joel #joel tlou #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro x reader

[elstoy]

can you pls expand on painslut ellie, and how she pinches her perky little nipples hehe

yea ! of course i can . just … loads of painslut ellie thoughts .

at first she begins with rolling them in circles with her thumb and her index finger . her tatted forearm flexes at the movement , detaches itself from the bottom of her chest then lifts itself up . she loves feeling good , everybody does , so when she twists her perky hard nipple around she whimpers a quiet sound . “nhh , fuck” comes as a very desperate plea for more .

then , she thinks of you . she thinks about your pretty face , your thick lashes , your lipgloss and your little skirts that are always way too short , and your top that always sits way too low , and she grunts . she pulls her nipple harder , further reddening the already red bud , and moans out your name .

the pull hurts , but it sends a jolt of electricity through ellie’s moist pussy . her hole flutters at the pain , clenches around nothing , as she hurts herself and nearly draws blood — thinking of your smile , then of your tits , then she thinks about how your mouth would hang agape if she ever decided to act on her whims and smack the shit out of your jiggly ass .

and then , come the pussy slaps . firstly , i believe that when she touches herself underneath her flannel covers , one of her favorite things to do is slap her pussy . i think it might stem from it turning her on , but also from sheer frustration . she …. well , she gets pretty upset at how her brain can’t focus all that well when the lights are off . she wants to go to sleep , she really does , but when certain thoughts of a certain person rise up in her dirty mind , she can’t help but sneak in her calloused , big hand down her sweats . and she hates it , hates how she can feel her juices soak up her boxers before she even slipped a finger in , hates how perverted she gets at the thought of your hand being shoved down her pants instead of her own , hates how she can picture your tits bouncing as she’s taking you on her strap . which is why , in the midst of assaulting her clit , painting circles upon her rising pink bud , swollen and wet and milky , she can’t help but slap her cunt in anger . and she’d huff underneath her breath as well , “atta’ fuckin’ girl” — she’d groan into the void , like she’s talking to you , and then she’d relish in the sound of the wet smack that comes from under the blanket . and she’s whine , too — a mixture of your name and a curse word , one that sounds so pathetic coming out of the assassin’s mouth .

#꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ 💌 : anon #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams concept #subtop!ellie #ellie tlou2

[ghostboneswrites2]

Girl of Your Dreams || Part 1

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl's annoying female sidekick is pestering him.

18+ MDNI: WARNINGS: injury, aggressive Shane, profanity

        You were no stranger to pain. The world had been unfair to you from the time you entered it, but this was a whole new level of torture. You had survived the wake of the apocalypse with your only friend, but when you encountered a group of those undead fucks, she didn't make it, and you were left to run for your life all on your own. You were fairly certain you lost the hungry corpses some time ago, but now you had a new dilemma: how to free yourself from a bear trap?

        The metal dug into your flesh and crushed the bone beneath. You was beyond painful. You were shocked your cries didn't draw anything in to eat you, but you were ultimately alone until he came along. Wit the sleeves torn off a flannel shirt and a crossbow slung over his shoulder, he'd left the camp by the quarry that day to find some food, hopefully enough to feed everyone but chances of that were slim.

        "Ya bit?" Was the first thing he asked, with that raspy voice you would come to find comfort in. 

        "Gee, I'm fine. Doesn't hurt at all. Thanks for asking." You shot back. A woman of sarcasm, something he could appreciate.

        "Show me ya ain't bit and I'll get that thing off ya." He shrugged. You sighed.

        "Not bit." You said, holding your bare arms up, showing him the sides of your neck, and finally lifting your shirt to show him a bite-free midriff. He nodded and knelt down on one knee, setting his bow to the side so he could properly dismantle the trap. You winced and sighed in relief at the release of pressure from your ankle. "Thanks." You breathed, pulling up the leg of your jeans to take a good look.

        The bruising had already begun, and the flesh was chewed to bits. You went to stand but failed. The pressure on your ankle was too much.

        "Great." You grumbled. "Real fuckin' nice."

        "C'mere." He said, standing up now as he held his hand out to you. You took it, seeing little other options. Unless, of course, you wanted to wait for the next flesh-starved freak to come stumbling through.

        "Thanks again." You grunted as you pulled yourself up. You managed to stand on one foot, but there was no way you could walk without aide. 

        "C'mon. Got a camp not too far from here." He told you. And there it was, the beginning. Of course the other campers didn't take so kindly to a new mouth to feed, especially one that could barely walk, but Daryl made sure you had your place, and that earned your respect. It also earned your kindness, which was hard to come by for anyone. You weren't the friendly type, more of the shut-up-and-don't-breathe-in-my-space type. Shane, most of all, was your least favorite. The whole self-proclaimed leader thing got under your skin fast, and he was the first to voice his concerns about your presence among the others. After all, he had a girl and a kid to look out for, which you'd come to find out later weren't even his, but his best friend's, who he told them was dead. He wasn't, though, and he showed up a couple weeks later. Glenn and the others brought him back instead of Merle, Daryl's brother.

        Daryl was outraged to say the least, and when they went back for his kin, they only found a hand where he should have been. Walkers attacked camp the that night, when Daryl and the others were in the city, and you only fucked up your ankle more fighting the sons of bitches off. Still, you prevailed. You always did. You were a survivor. 

        In the following weeks, between burning and burying bodies, finding and escaping the CDC, and getting stranded on the highway only to wind up on a farm, you and Daryl had grown pretty close. You comforted him with your silent presence as he coped with the loss of his brother, and once you could walk again you aided in a lot of the search for Sophia. 

        You went with him on a particularly hot day, carrying the extra water for the two of you, telling him all about how you couldn't take anymore of Shane's pestering. Apparently now that Lori had pushed him away for Rick, he had taken up a newfound fondness of you and your smart mouth. 

        "It's like -- I tell the guy to fuck off and his heart eyes grow bigger." You complained. Scoffed a little laugh and shook his head. Not necessarily interested in your drama, but curious nonetheless. Any excuse to tell Shane off would've been a green light to him. You continued. "You know yesterday he tried to come in my tent when I was asleep?"

        Daryl stopped walking and eyed you intently, waiting for more.

        "Yeah, dude. I was asleep when it happened. Woke up to him running his hand up my thigh. So, if you notice any dark coloration around his eye, it's cause I kicked him. In the eye." You explained. 

        Daryl chewed on his lip and continued walking. You handed him some water to drink as you sipped some yourself. After pushing a little further he sighed.

        "Let's take a break an' eat somethin'." He suggested. You happily obliged, sitting crisscross on the forest floor, unwrapping a napkin with some nuts and dried fruit for the two of you to share.

        "He didn't hurt ya or nothin'?" He asked. You shrugged.

        "If he did, I promise he'd have gotten more than a foot in his eye."

        "Mm." He nodded. "You know I'd kill him, if he did."

        "Awe, are you sweet on me Dixon?" You teased, grinning as you bumped his shoulder with yours. He glared at you.

        "Ain't sweet on no one." He grumbled.

        "Except me." 

        "Shut up."

        "It's okay. I know you put that trap out to catch a girl like me. Lucky for you, I was dumb enough to step in it." You gloated. He got so flustered when you joked like that, but you enjoyed it. As gruff as he was, he was the shy type which made him all the more attractive. You loved a good mystery.

        "Nah, I placed that trap out lookin' for the woman of my dreams an' got stuck with you." He joked. You gasped, mocking an appalled expression.

        "You mean, I'm not the woman you always dreamed of?"

        Actually, you kind of were, now that he thought about it. He'd need a woman that could handle his brother, and in the short time  you spent with the man you handled him quite well. He needed a woman who didn't need to be coddled, a woman with a sharp tongue and an independent nature. Someone who didn't need him, who only kept him around because she liked him. You did check all those boxes.

        "You first." He grunted.

        "Me first what? Are you asking if you're the man of my dreams?" You asked. He shrugged, picking at the last of the food in his hands. "Well, I never dreamed of a man, to be honest. Just figured I'd find one, one day, that didn't get on my every last nerve."

        "Did you?" He wondered.

        "Nope." You laughed. "They all pissed me off. Except you. You're alright, I guess." You shrugged.

        "Guess you ain't so bad." He returned the compliment, if you could call it that. You smiled sweetly, staring down at the crunchy brown leaves.

        "Not bad at all, for someone you got stuck with." You said.

        "Stuck? Nah. I'd have got rid of ya by now if I didn't want ya around."

        "So you do like me."

        "Didn't say that."

        "Mmm. Ya kinda did." You pushed.

        "What if I do? Don't change nothin'." 

        "Nope. It doesn't." You chirped, before leaning in close to him and whispering; "'Cause I already knew ya did." 

        He sighed and pushed you away, you chuckling in the process.

        "Were you always this annoyin'?" He asked.

        "Yes, indeed. I'm vexing by nature. Is that a deal breaker?"

        "Depends how long it takes you to shut up."

        "Oof." You winced. "That was cold."

        "Please. You ain't that soft."

        "Only for you, Darlina." You said. Normally he'd snap at anyone who called him that. Only Merle ever got away with it and that was mostly just due to the fact he had no energy to argue with Merle. Getting a reaction out of him would have only pushed Merle to say it more, anyways.

        "You keep pushin' your luck, girl, and we're gonna have problems."

        "Oh?" You raised your brows. "Do tell."

        "Won't have to. I'll just show ya. Keep  tryin' me and find out."

        "Was that a threat? 'Cause I'll be honest with ya, you're just getting me excited."

        He shot you a sideways glance, smirking a little at the suggestiveness of your comment. This girl ain't got no idea what she's gettin' into, he thought.

        That night at camp, when Shane found you alone, adding your clothes form the day to the dirty laundry, Daryl was watching from afar.

        "Maybe you can talk some sense into everybody." He began. "You've been out there with him. You can tell them there haven't been any leads. We're wasting resources and manpower, here."

        "Sure! I'll do that!" You said with sickeningly sweet sarcasm oozing from your tongue. The prideful officer clenched his jaw tightly at your act of disrespect. "Only, I won't, because we've found two leads already." 

        "Oh, right, a doll he almost died for and a blanket in a cupboard." He scoffed. "What is it with you and him, huh? You out there fuckin'? Or do you really just enjoy wasting everyone's time and supplies."

        "Everyone?  Last I checked, it's just been me and him out there the last few days. Nobody else. And, even if we were fucking, it'd be none of your concern." You spat, stabbing your finger into his chest with malice. He gripped your wrist as you did so, hard, might you add. Tight enough that it actually hurt. You tried to yank you arm away to no avail. You were strong, but he was stronger.

        "Let me go, asshole." You said through gritted teeth. He didn't. Instead he held you still and leaned his face close to yours.

        "Let me make somethin' real clear to you, little girl--"

        "There a problem?" Daryl asked, suddenly appearing behind Shane.

        Shane grinded his teeth together, a blazing glare burning into you for only a second before he let go of your wrist and turned to Daryl. You held your wrist to your body, rubbing it.

        "Nah. No problem." Shane said lowly before he stormed away, maintaining eye contact with Daryl for some time as he did so. When Shane was far enough for comfort, Daryl stepped over from you and grabbed your hand, looking over your wrist. It was still white with Shane's finger prints and he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised later.

        "You alright?" He asked, letting your hand fall back down.

        "Yeah." You nodded, watching as Shane disappeared into the darkness. "Thanks."

        "C'mon." He told you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and leading you toward his own tent. "You're stayin' with me in case he tries anythin'."

        "A sleepover? So soon? No dinner  first?" You joked.

        "Shut up." He said, holding his tent open for you to climb in. When you were inside, he followed, and made sure you had a place to get comfy. "This alright?" He asked, referring to his sleeping bag that he had completely unzipped and laid out flat like a palette. 

        "Perfect." You smiled, laying down on one side. He laid down on the other side, on his back. You were on your side, facing him, still rubbing your wrist. He took notice.

        "Still hurt?" He asked.

        "No, actually. It's just weird. I can still feel his hand around me, you know?"

        "Well he won't get ahold of ya in here." He told you. You smirked. 

        "I know."

        "You know?"

        "Uh-huh." You nodded, smugly. "'Cause you wont let anything happen to the girl of your dreams."

        He scoffed, laughing silently to himself as he shook his head, eyes on the ceiling of the tent.

        "Whatever, (Y/N). G'night."

#daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl x female reader

[galaxysgal]

winter sleepover!! carmy 🔥 indoors and the fire is also for “please make it spicy” 🫢

sex by the fire || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ p in v unprotected and all that jazz. just soft vanilla sex. and cookies !!

a/n: this is unedited and unbeta’d bc i am so so sleepy. thanks sm for requesting 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a weekend getaway in a secluded little cabin in the woods was exactly the kind of break you needed. fall semester had been hell for you and your boyfriend was well aware of that, which is exactly why he’d booked this trip. sydney was perfectly capable of running the restaurant for a few days, and everyone knew not to call carmy unless it was absolutely necessary. that left the two of you with the peace and quiet you both desperately needed.

the trip had been a complete surprise. carmy had packed your bags for you, picking you up from campus after your last exam with a mischievous grin on his face and whisking you away for the weekend. the cabin was downright adorable, just a single room with a large bed, a little kitchenette, a bathroom off to the side, a couple arm chairs and a TV by a big window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the lake. and of course, the fireplace.

it had taken the two of you a few tries to get the fire going, but now you were rewarded with the gentle warmth and the soft crackling sound as the fire burned steadily behind the iron grate.

you lounged on the bed, snuggled up between the many decorative pillows, waiting patiently as carmy placed a pan of cookies into the stove. he set a timer, tossed the dirty dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, and made his way back to you.

“hey baby,” he whispered, crawling into bed beside you. “are you enjoying y’self?”

you smiled at him, all perfect and pretty with his hair mussed and a little dash of flour lingering on his rosy cheek. “very much so,” you murmured. you closed your book and sat it on the bedside table so you could give your full attention to the man in front of you. his eyes shone with love and mischief in the dancing light of the fire, and you couldn’t help but pull him in for a kiss.

he tasted like the bittersweet chocolate chips he’d used in the batch of cookies he’d made, lips warm and pliant as you deepened the kiss. rough palms landed on your hips, pulling you until you rested in his lap.

“so,” you started, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “you gonna fuck me by the fire, bear?”

his parted lips turned upwards into a little grin, hands already roaming up under the hem of your sweater. “well, sweet girl, when you put it like that,” he laughed softly, bringing you in for another kiss as his fingers began to tug at the little bow on your pajama pants. the knot came undone quickly, and you shuffled around until your pants and sweater had been discarded. you sat atop his thighs in nothing but a pair of pretty lace panties, tugging his shirt over his head until your palms could lay flat against his warm, bare chest.

“my pretty boy,” you cooed, kissing along the column of his throat. your hips rolled against his own, the flannel of his pajama pants soft against the inside of your thighs. he was half hard already, you could feel him rubbing deliciously against your core, and a soft whine escaped your lips as he kissed you again. “want you, carm. c’mon.”

carmy chuckled, lifting you off his hips long enough to discard his pants and boxers in one go. then he was pulling you back, pushing your panties to the side and giving his cock a few quick strokes before lining himself up and sliding in. the stretch was familiar, an easy little burn you’d come accustomed to, but it never failed to draw an obscene moan from your lips.

“shh, tha’s it. good girl.” his hips began to shift up into you in gentle strokes, pushing in deep with a muffled groan against the curve of your shoulder.

you hummed in pleasure, slumping against his chest as he planted his feet on the bed for more leverage. “fuck- ‘s so good,” you whimpered, curling in closer and latching your lips onto his neck. any semblance of composure in your voice dissipated, your words coming out as gentle, high pitched whines. “carmen, oh fuck, carmen!”

“sounds so pretty when ya say it like that,” he said, his words nearly a growl as they came through gritted teeth. “fuckin’ angelic. say it again baby, will ya?”

“carmen, jesus- fucking- carmen, please! ‘m gonna-“ your head felt too heavy to hold anymore, but one strong hand supported your chin to draw you in for a delicate kiss. the contrast was exhilarating, sharp thrusts of his hips balanced against the softness of his lips against yours.

without so much as a warning to carmy, your vision was whiting out and your body was coursing with red hot pleasure. your whole figure shook in his arms, lewd moans turning into softer whimpers as he chased his own climax with erratic thrusts.

“fuck- yeah, that’s my girl. jus’ a li’l more baby, you can do it.” he grunted, fingers digging into your hips as he slammed against you. you fell quiet, leaving nothing but the obscene sounds of sweat slick skin over the gentle roar of the fire.

with one final, deep stroke he came inside of you, lips finding yours in a messy and passionate kiss. you could have stayed there in his arms forever, listening to the fire and his soft breathing as the two of you came down from the high. but of course, nothing lasts forever, and it was only a matter of minutes before the kitchen timer rang out, reminding you of the batch of cookies waiting in the oven.

you hummed, rolling off carmy and collapsing into the fluffy mattress. he smiled down at you, thumb running over your smudged lipstick before leaning in for a quick kiss.

“i’ll get the cookies out, an’ then i’ll get ya cleaned up. that sound good?”

you nodded, too sleepy and sated to form any coherent sentence. your eyes fell closed, listening carefully to the sounds around you. the clang of the oven door. the creak of a cabinet door. a soft hiss of pain, probably from your boyfriend touching the still hot pan. water running in the sink. soft footsteps coming back in your direction.

carmy cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, tossing it haphazardly towards the laundry basket and crawling back into bed beside you. the two of you laid there, naked and happy, with the plate of cookies balanced precariously on your thigh. when the sweets were gone and the fire was dying down, you let your eyes flutter closed as you snuggled into his side.

“goodnight, pretty girl,” carmy murmured, moving the plate to the bedside table and wrapping you securely in his arms.

end.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #mags writes #mags’ winter sleepover #mags’ winter sleepover: fics #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear #the bear fx

[thecuriousquest]

Brother Dabi with a reader that cowers, whimpers, cries, ect, ect whenever he touches her or raises his voice. Sadly he’s confused as to why she’s like that and just makes it worse (if you feel like adding comfort in the end that’s 100% up to you, I’m happy with whatever)

What Are You Really Afraid of?

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, NSFW (physical abuse), Enji is abusive, past event of abuse briefly mentioned; the abuse mentions hair pulling (not sexual), slapping, beating with belt, and condescending behavior; hurt/comfort

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Touya doesn’t understand why you’re so scared of him. Sure, he teases you like a big brother does. Sometimes, he can be a little rough while playing around with you. But all in all, he can’t fathom why you’re deathly terrified of him all of a sudden.

He has to get to the bottom of this.

When you come home from school, he decides to turn off the television and confront you.

You notice the heavy clunk of his combat boots drawing closer and closer. You take off for the stairs, but he cuts you off, standing right in front of them before you can even get to the landing.

“You and me are gonna have a talk.”

He grabs you by your elbow and drags you up to his room. He shuts the door behind him, locking it, trapping you.

When he turns back to face you, there are tears blurring your vision, your fists are clenched, and you’re trembling like a leaf in the wind. Seeing you like this when he hasn’t even done anything makes his heart clench with anger, but he forces himself to calm down. Taking a deep breath and counting to five in his head, he points at the bed for you to sit down.

“Go on. Sit. I want to talk to you.”

“Touya…please, I just want to go to my room.”

“And I want to know why you act like this when you’re around me.”

Taking a seat on his flannel sheets, you notice that he stays by the door with his hands shoved in his pockets. You aren’t sure if he’s trying to come off as non threatening or if he’s trying to show you that you won’t be able to run away from him by blocking your only exit.

“Good girl. Now, can you tell me what’s going on?”

It’s not that you hate Touya. You’ve loved him all your life. Sure, he can be rough with you at times, but he’s always been your warrior, your protector.

Recently, after a pretty horrible beating from your father while Touya was away with work, you just can’t look into his eyes and not see Enji. He shares those same electric cerulean orbs with your father. Your dad’s flames can reach the same cobalt hue as your brother’s quirk, and that thought is also unsettling.

But you know Touya isn’t like your father, but you can’t help but see him in your brother! It’s confusing, and it leaves your head and heart aching.

The tears finally flow over your lower lids, and you break down. Elbows resting on knees while your hands rake through vibrant, scarlet locks. Your father would scold you and tell you to sit like a lady, but Touya doesn’t say anything. Touya only stands there, shifting on his feet. You can tell he’s debating whether to give you space or solace.

“Hey, what’s going on? Y/N, I don’t understand-“

“Fucking shut up! Just stop talking!” You blow up at him. Looking into his wide eyes, you point a finger at him. “What would you have done if I didn’t want to come in here with you?!”

That question is rather unexpected. He doesn’t like the tone his baby sister is taking with him, but now isn’t the time for scolding. He doesn’t want to fuck this up.

“I would’ve just picked you up,” he admits. It’s what he usually does. All he has to do is sling you over a shoulder and carry you off to wherever he wants you to be.

“Exactly! You’d just pick me up. Just do whatever the hell you want with me. Just like Dad.”

And that, THAT, causes him to snap. He stands up straight, hands out of his pockets, and he stomps over to you.

“You think I’m just like that monster? Is that what you believe?”

It’s not…but isn’t it? Isn’t that what all this has been about?

“Well?” He’s calm but firm.

“Why do you two have to have the same eye color? Ever since he beat me and you came back, it’s all I can think about. I hate it! I hate that looking at you reminds me of what he did to me!”

And now he understands but it’s something that he doesn’t know how to fix.

Touya releases a pent up breath, his fingers combing through his mass of black hair. “Jesus, kid, what did he do to you?” he asks while taking a seat next to you on the bed.

You really don’t want to relive that night, the night a few days before he came back from a work trip. It’s just too painful.

Maybe it will help to vent though. Touya’s always been a great listener.

“He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to his room. He slapped me and took his belt to me. I tried to get away. It only made him angrier. It was even worse when he told me you wouldn’t be there to come to my rescue. It was like he was taunting me.”

Hesitantly, he places a hand on your back, watching for a reaction. When you don’t try to pull away, he wraps an arm around you, letting you cry on his shoulder. You clutch his shirt.

“I’m sorry! I was just scared!”

“I know. I get it. Dad can be…Dad. I’ll never treat you like that, and you better get that through your thick skull.”

“I don’t have a thick skull,” you pout.

Touya snorts. “Yeah, you do. We all do. Even Shoto has a thick skull. Damn near can’t get anything through to him.”

This causes you to giggle at the thought of your socially awkward older brother.

You sit and talk with Touya-Nii a little while longer until he sends you off so that he can have a chat with Enji.

Said chat may or may not include Touya beating the living shit out of his father until he can barely stand or breathe.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #platonic yandere dabi #platonic yandere big brother #yandere dabi x reader #yandere dabi

[burntheedges]

Maintenance Request Chapter 18

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.3k

chapter summary: Back to work (and all the promises you and Joel made on that phone call).

a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕 posting a bit early today for secret reasons 👀 check back at 11 for more 👀

chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, food and drink mention, pet names (honey, gorgeous, darlin’, baby, sweetheart, good girl, handsome, cowboy), reader can wink (author cannot lmao), semi-public sex, kissing, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), reader straddles Joel's lap

Chapter 18

Monday, November 4 Eleventh week of the semester

On Monday, you were almost vibrating on your way into work.

You’d talked to Joel again on Sunday, but all that had done was get you keyed up for your impending reunion. You couldn’t stop thinking about his promises – his hands, his cock, and everything else – and your office. You knew actually doing anything there was risky, but the idea had consumed you since your call on Saturday night.

As you walked across the quad to your building, your phone vibrated in your pocket, surprising you.

Joel (8:53 AM): See you soon, gorgeous.

You smiled. You were pretty sure he was in the same boat as you, drowning in anticipation.

you (8:54 AM): can’t wait 💕

Perhaps as a favor to you, the morning actually flew by. Before you knew it you were pacing awkwardly in front of your desk again as you waited for Joel to knock on your door.

You couldn’t get your mind off the images he’d put there, wondering if you would rush to come together as soon as the door opened, or actually manage to eat lunch first. 

And then he knocked.

At your call to come in, Joel stepped into your office and then froze. For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He looked good. Rather than the typical flannel, he was wearing a navy blue button up that made his shoulders look even broader than normal. Your eyes traced them, lingering, before darting back up to meet his gaze.

You managed a strangled, “hi,” and it seemed to kickstart Joel into action. He took a swift step inside before turning and locking the door behind him. 

“Hey there, gorgeous,” his voice rumbled out of him, register low and smooth, as he turned back to face you. His whole body looked tense.

You were both still, staring at each other, and then very suddenly, you weren’t.

“Fuck,” the expletive fell from Joel’s lips like prayer. He took two large steps towards you and before you knew it you were in his arms, pressed back against your desk. “I missed you so goddamn much, honey.” His arms had snaked around your back and tightened, pulling you in close to his chest. You buried your fingers in his hair as he gently pressed his forehead against yours. Drawing in a deep breath, you replied, “missed you too, Joel.” 

“Been thinkin’ about this since Friday, honey.” And with no further prompting, Joel leaned to press his lips to yours. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, the night before, you’d wondered if you should be worried how much you craved this. Craved his lips against your own, his arms around your body, the tease of his tongue against your bottom lip. 

Feeling it all again, you decided you’d be a fool not to crave it.

You opened your mouth to his kiss and together you skipped right over slow and gentle. It was hot and intense and everything you’d wanted for days.

“Joel–” you moaned, and he shushed you as he pressed kisses down your neck. “Shhh, honey, let me take care of you.” That sounded heavenly, but it also reminded you of exactly how you wanted this to go. You shook your head slowly to clear it as he worried a new mark at your collarbone, replacing the ones that had faded.

“That’s not what–” you sighed. “You know what I want, Joel.”

To your absolute delight, you felt him shiver in response. He dropped his forehead to rest against your shoulder. “Yeah?” You could hear how much he liked the idea.

“Yes, Joel. Sit down.” He shivered again and you smiled, nudging him gently backwards until he fell into one of the armchairs in front of your desk.

He looked up at you with dark eyes. You took a step forward and, eyes locked on his, sank slowly to your knees. He swallowed, hard.

“Been thinking about this,” you murmured, reaching forward to undo the button of his jeans. His hands came to rest on the arms of the chair and he dug his fingers in until the tips turned white. 

“Darlin’, you got no idea how much I’ve been thinkin’ about this,” he replied, lifting his hips to give you room to pull down his jeans. You could see his hard cock straining against the front of his briefs.

You licked your bottom lip as you looked at it, and you heard Joel’s breath catch. You grinned.

“Can I kiss you, handsome?” you winked at him as you called back your first night together, and he laughed, breathless. 

“Honey, you can kiss me wherever you’d like. Consider it an open invitation.” He picked up his right hand and gently, so gently it made your breath catch, trailed his fingertips across your cheek. You turned to press a kiss to them and he grinned. “Just like that.”

You laughed and kissed his fingers again. He moved his hand back to cup the back of your neck and tug you forward, and you grinned as you allowed it.

“Eager, hmm?” You teased him as you slid your hands up his thighs, reveling in the muscle you could feel flexing under your fingertips. You moved forwards until you were right between his thighs, hands resting on his briefs. You looked up to meet his eyes before leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his cock, still covered and bulging under black fabric. You watched as his eyelids fluttered but didn’t close.

“Fuck, honey, ‘course I am,” he groaned. You grinned and tucked your fingers under the waistband of his briefs, lifting them over the head of his cock. As soon as you revealed it, you leaned down to press a soft kiss to the head, already red and swollen. You let your tongue slip out to press against the tip where a tiny bead of precome was waiting for you. Joel groaned out your name.

“Please, baby, just like that. Let me see that pretty mouth on my cock.” He sucked in a breath as you tugged his briefs down, letting his cock spring free. “Been dreamin’ about your mouth, ever since you told me you wanted this.”

With his left hand Joel tugged up the hem of his shirt, giving you plenty of room to work. You placed your own left hand on his hip and used your right to grip the base of his cock, bringing the head up to your lips. You locked eyes with him as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

“Look at you,” he sounded breathless. “That’s my good girl. Let me see my cock on your tongue, baby.”

You pulled on his cock with your right hand, gliding your fist upwards as you let the head come to rest on your tongue. The salty, smooth taste of him almost made you moan. For a moment you stayed there, eyes locked on Joel’s as he stared back at you. And then you smirked, as much as you could like that, and you watched Joel’s eyes roll backwards as you closed your mouth around the head of his cock.

The taste of him and the stretch of your mouth around him were delicious. Your own eyes fell closed as you took him deeper into your mouth. You teased along the bottom of his cock with your tongue, wetting his soft skin, and you felt his grip tighten on the back of your neck in response.

“Fuck, baby, you–” he trailed off on a sigh as you started to move your hand, working in the same rhythm as your mouth. You hummed, loving the effect you were having on this man who could so easily reduce you to a quivering mess with just his voice. You felt more than heard him take a deep breath. “Look at you, honey.” His voice was deeper, rougher than you’d ever heard it. You felt its effect starting to pool in your underwear. You looked up as you moved your mouth down, deeper this time, teasing the head of his cock towards the back of your throat. Joel’s mouth was hanging open and he was panting as he watched you. The hand not wrapped around your neck was grasping at the arm of his chair.

As you slid the head of his cock out of your mouth, you flattened your tongue along the underside and made a show of the tip resting there before taking him in again.

Joel grunted as his hips thrust forward. “Shit, sorry, honey–” You cut him off with a firm grip to his hip. He blinked at you as you tugged his hip. “No, baby, I’m too big, I–”

You sucked in a breath as you pulled off of his cock. “I want you to, Joel. I can do it.”

He slowly let go of the arm of the chair and moved his hand to grip your chin. He rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip before using his grip to pull your mouth open. He grinned, slow and wicked, and stood slowly from the chair. You rose up on your knees to follow him.

“‘Course you can. You are my good girl, right?” You nodded, mouth open in his hand. “Well, I did tell you, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

As the words left his mouth he thrusted his hips forward, guiding his cock into your open mouth. You let your jaw relax and welcomed him in.

Soon you found your rhythm again, letting his cock slide in and out of your mouth on his shallow thrusts, your hand joining in and squeezing him at the root. You moaned and you felt Joel shudder in response. Every stroke sent spikes of sensation into your core, shooting down your spine. 

“Knew you could take it like this, honey.” Joel thrust just a little bit deeper on his next stroke and you both moaned. “Can’t believe this pretty little mouth is all mine. So perfect for me, just perfect on my cock, baby.” 

You tightened your grip around his cock and felt him suck in a breath in response. “Shit,” he breathed, eyes wide. “Fuck, that’s so fuckin’ good.” You rubbed your thighs together, loving how obviously affected he was by what you were doing. As you moved your mouth over him again, you sucked lightly and almost smiled, as much as you could, at the moan he gave you in response. 

Joel smoothed his thumb gently under your eye, prompting you to look up and meet his gaze. He held your gaze with his own as he moaned on his next thrust. You realized you’d let your hand fall slack, and you tightened it again, moving it in time with your tongue and his thrusts. His hips stuttered in response.

“Fuck, honey, I’m close. Where do you– where should I–” You closed your grip on his hip again and tugged him forwards. “Inside?” You hummed, closing your eyes, and he groaned. 

His hips somehow thrust even faster, and you tried to keep up with your hand and your tongue and your mouth. When you heard him start to say your name, you pushed against his grip and took him even deeper, letting the tip of his cock kiss the back of your throat. You hollowed your mouth around him and sucked.

Joel came, hard.

“Fuck, fuck. That’s– fuck.” You felt him come down the back of your throat and you swallowed, just in time. His body curled over you and you felt him brace himself against the edge of the desk behind you with his free hand. After a moment he used his grip on your neck to ease you backwards and you realized your own chest was heaving. Your eyes fluttered open and you met his gaze – he looked wrecked, and you were sure you did, too.

After a moment of simply gazing at each other Joel tugged you forward again, sinking back into the chair and guiding you to follow. Fighting against your loose limbs, you moved where he pulled you, settling into his lap. Joel immediately let his forehead drop to rest against your chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your shirt. You smiled. 

On his next exhale, he murmured, “that was so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. Fuck.” You grinned. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, honey. Fuck. Your fuckin’ mouth.” He sounded awestruck, and it made you laugh, a little stunned. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, moving his hand around to cup you. “Don’t think I forgot about you, though.”

“Joel–”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Let me take care of you, now.” With no hesitation, Joel slipped his fingers into your pants, seeking your core. As his fingertips brushed against your slit he chuckled.

“You are soaked, honey. S’this all for me?” You nodded, hiding your face in his neck. “No, no hidin’, baby.” He gently pushed you backwards with his left hand until he could catch your gaze. You felt your cheeks burning. “No reason to hide. Ain’t nothin’ better than knowin’ this pussy is wet for me.” You whined in response, and he grinned. “That’s right, honey. It is all for me.”

Joel pulled you into a searing kiss as two of his fingers slipped inside of you, surprising you into a moan. He swallowed it down and curled his fingers on the next thrust. As his fingers found their rhythm inside of you, his tongue danced along your bottom lip and you opened for him, letting him deepen the kiss.

You started to thrust your hips forward, and Joel responded by tucking his thumb up against your clit, gently moving in circles around it in time with your hips. 

Your next inhale sounded like a sob.

Joel broke away and soothed you with his free hand, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. “Shhh, honey, let me help you,” he murmured, pressing kisses down your neck. “That’s my good girl, right? Letting me take care of you.”

“So fucking good, Joel,” you managed to sigh out, and you felt him smile against your neck. 

“That’s what we are together, baby. So fucking good.” You smiled and nodded.

You felt your orgasm starting to draw down your spine. You swayed a little in his lap and he steadied you with an arm around your waist. 

“Let me see it, gorgeous,” he sucked a mark onto your shoulder, just to the side of your neck. “Let me see how you come. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, honey, let me see it again. So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, baby.” Joel bit down on your neck, and you felt the wave come rushing back towards you, cresting up your spine and whiting out everything around you.

You might have moaned his name as you came, but you couldn’t be sure. You must have said something because you came back to yourself and realized his hand was clamped over your mouth. You blinked. 

“You got a little loud there at the end, sweetheart.” You could hear his smile in his voice. You blinked again and realized you were still in your fucking office.

He must have felt you stiffen at the realization because he pulled back to look at you and grinned. “Yeah, honey, still here.” You shook your head and groaned.

You sank down against him and he pulled you into his arms in a tight embrace. You both just breathed each other in, resting against each other as you came down. 

“Can’t believe I forgot where we were,” you whispered, and he chuckled. 

“S’alright, honey, I almost did, too. Was pretty close to forgetting my own name when your mouth was on my cock.”

You pressed a kiss to his neck and smiled. “I know we can’t do this everyday, Joel, but damn.”

He nodded. “Yeah, we’d definitely get sloppy and get caught, probably.”

You snorted, and managed, “already pretty sloppy over here, cowboy.” He huffed a laugh and squeezed one of your ass cheeks in his palm. 

“That’s the way I like it.”

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, and let yourself relax into his embrace. For a moment, neither of you moved, but you could almost feel Joel thinking hard about something. You nudged him gently, encouraging him. 

“Sarah told me I couldn’t stop talking about you and it was embarrassin’, this weekend.” You blinked at the apparent non sequitur. “I didn’t tell her that if it were my choice, I’d have talked about you even more. I was tonin’ it down.”

You laughed. “You have that much to say about me, hmm?” 

He tilted his head down and nudged his forehead against yours. “Course I do, sweetheart.” He paused, but it didn’t seem like he was finished.

“What?” He sighed. “Joel, what is it?”

A knock at the door interrupted and startled you both. You shoved yourself to a standing position and quickly pulled your clothes into position, smoothing them into place. You eyed Joel to make sure he was decent. He nodded, but reached out to fiddle with your collar for a moment before sitting in one of the chairs in front of your desk. You took a deep breath before opening the door.

To your displeasure, Trevor was standing on the other side.

“Oh, hi Trevor,” you could hear the irritation in your voice and tried to tamp it down. “What did you need?”

He eyed you, and then looked past you. The sight of Joel apparently surprised him because his eyebrows rose and he took a step back. Then his face twisted into his familiar scowl.

“Another maintenance request? What have you been doing to your office?”

You sighed and tried not to roll your eyes. “We’re just having lunch, Trevor. If you don't need anything I’ll see you at the meeting in a few minutes.”

For a moment he didn’t move, gaze bouncing back and forth between you and Joel. 

“Er, no. Not as such. I’ll see you there. Don’t be late.” As always his tone grated against your nerves, and after you’d closed the door again you locked it and gave in to the desire to roll your eyes.

You turned around to find Joel grinning at you.

“What?” You studied him, confused.

“Sarah told me about your nickname for him.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks again and you sighed. 

“Sorry, I–”

“No, darlin’, I like it. It was funny. You can’t do worse than Tommy with the swearin’, anyway, and besides,” he shrugged. “He really is a prick.”

You laughed and shook your head. You stepped closer to Joel again and rested your hands on his shoulders as his own came to grasp your hips. 

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked, recalling his hesitation from a moment before. 

Joel cleared his throat, looking up at you. “Um, right. I know we haven’t talked about it yet, but I have to tell you – this weekend, when my family asked about you. I called you my girlfriend without thinking about it. Is that– um, is that alright?”

You grinned at him. “Joel, that is more than alright.” You leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before pulling away to catch his eye again. 

“As long as I can call you my boyfriend.” Joel grinned so wide you watched the crinkles form and deepen in the corners of his eyes. 

“Well I do like the sound of that, sweetheart,” he murmured as he pulled you down for another kiss. 

…

you (5:32 PM): so uh (5:33 PM): you know how I said I wouldn’t have sex in my office

bestie (5:34 PM): no FUCKING way (5:35 PM): I am calling you in 30 seconds and if you don’t answer I am driving to your apartment (5:35 PM): !!!

you (5:36 PM): 🙄

...

a/n: it's official! and so is the office sex. lmao see you next Friday!

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Not What You Expected - A Joel Miller Story

dad!Joel x f!reader

Joel Miller masterlist

They're still acclimating to life with baby Miller, a far cry from how they first met.

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst-ish, mostly fluff tho

a/n | another installation in the Unexpected Expectings universe after much request! This can certainly be read as a standalone, but it's much more fun alongside the other pieces in this world :)

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“She just spit up on me again, didn’t she?”

“Just a little. Here, I’ll get it.” Ellie huffs while she steps behind the girl to wipe off her shoulder where Libby just dribbled her breakfast. Perhaps not surprisingly, Ellie has been as hands on as she can be with her little sister, helping out at bath times, feeding her, reading to her. But she draws the line at changing diapers. 

She sighs, stepping out from behind Ellie and leaning against the crib to take in the sight of her gently bouncing Libby in her arms, making ridiculous faces at her wide-eyed little sister and murmuring nonsense.

“You’re pretty cute, huh, Libs? That must come from your mom’s side because it sure as shit doesn’t come from Joel.” She can’t help but laugh at Ellie’s little jab, but, having just come into the doorway to the nursery, Joel seems to feel a bit differently, clearing his throat as he frowns at the girl.

“Kid, I’d rather that one’s first word isn’t some kind of swear, huh? Watch yourself.” It’s obviously lighthearted as Joel’s lips crook into half a grin and he shuffles over to Ellie to gently take Libby from her arms. Even after ten months, she’s still not over the sight of Joel Miller with a baby, with their baby, perched on his hip, his broad palm cupping her back. Ellie doesn’t seem over it either, snorting as she watches Joel rock side to side.

“Easy, killer. Gonna knock someone out with the blinding ray of sunshine you’ve turned into.” Joel scowls over the top of Libby’s head at Ellie who has dissolved into laughter, glancing over at his woman to see that she is also giggling. Not wanting to be left out, Libby lets out a shriek, bouncing her tiny fist against Joel’s cheek. He’s quick to smack kisses to her little fingers, grumbling as he does it.

“You three are gonna kill me, goddamn.” 

“With the way you two talk, Libby’s gonna be swearing like a sailor before she can even walk.” Both Joel and Ellie grin at her exasperated look, Ellie sidling up next to her to swing her arm over her shoulder.

“You’re no better. Heard you let out a few choice words in the kitchen the other day when you dropped her bottle.” She huffs at Ellie’s smug look, nudging into her side.

“Alright, alright, kid. Don’t you have a shift starting soon?” Ellie glances at her watch, sighing.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Ellie.” Both she and Joel gripe at her words. Ellie just shrugs, already hustling out of the nursery to get to the stables. With the sound of the front door closing, they look at each other, shaking their heads. Some things never change.

Joel sighs, moving over to the rocking chair and sitting down with a groan as he shifts Libby to cradle her in his arms. She slips behind the chair to lean with her palms on his shoulders, smiling down at their girl who’s quickly dozing in her dad’s hold. She lays a kiss to his temple, and Joel cranes his neck to look at her questioningly.

“What was that for?” She shrugs, grinning crookedly at him.

“Nothing, my ray of sunshine.” She tries to quiet her laughs, not wanting to startle Libby awake, while Joel scowls at her teasing.

“Hey, ain’t the only one softening up, darlin.” She raises a brow at him and he smirks.

“Still remember when I met you. Practically feral, woman. Now look at you. Being all sweet. Wearing my clothes.” She scoffs as she thumbs the collar of the flannel, his flannel, that she’s wearing.

“Oh this? I just wear this whenever I think Libby’s gonna spit up. Better yours than mine, Miller.” He huffs at that as she snickers. She squeezes his shoulder as she continues.

“I may have softened a little. But if I’m remembering that day we met correctly, I did nearly kill you, so you better watch it, sunshine.” Joel chuckles lightly, still gently rocking their girl who is completely out now.

“Mm, I remember alright. Was pissed as hell at the time. But I can say this now – was the hottest thing I ever saw.” They both laugh, their minds now swirling with the memory.

With ten years come and gone, they can both still remember the day they met, clear as anything. Oh, how things have changed.

…

Boston QZ, 2016

He’s exhausted. Another day on burn detail, another day hustling pills to soldiers. The only bright spot, if you could call it that, is the deal he’s working on with Bill and Frank. He and Tess had managed to get their hands on a generator in one of the old apartment buildings, taking it apart to transport to Bill and Frank who had been having some trouble with their own. In return, Joel and Tess had been promised new guns, and ammo, something hard to come by unless you were with FEDRA or those damn fireflies. They’re planning to go in two days. Until then, he’s been keeping the parts under the floorboards in their apartment, so when he gets back to their place that night, Tess still out on some work detail, and lifts the boards to find the parts gone, Joel’s mind reels. 

Racking his brain for any possible reason the parts could be moved, he lets out a quiet curse in frustration. He comes up with nothing and the word thief starts to blare through his mind like an alarm. His fingers rest on the hilt of the knife he keeps tucked in his belt as his eyes scan over the apartment. He tries not to let out a chuckle when he sees it. The closet by the door. He and Tess always left it open, didn’t keep anything in it. It’s closed firmly now. Got him. 

He moves gingerly over to the closet, drawing out his knife as his hand settles on the doorknob. Before he can swing it open, however, someone is bursting out, knocking him to the ground, his knife skittering across the floor. He can’t get a good look at him as they tumble on the ground, hands at each other’s necks as they roll for dominance. He manages to pin the other man to the ground, but is shocked into stillness by what he sees. He is a she. She sneers at him, a toothy grin.

“Not what you expected, huh, Miller?” Before he can pick his jaw up off the floor, she’s kneeing him hard in the groin, effectively toppling him over as she pins him with her hands around his neck. He grabs at her hands, but she’s strong, stronger than she looks, pressing hard into the sides of his throat and making him gasp for air. He has seen her before, on a few work details, but he had no idea she had this kind of fight in her. It’s all he can do to choke out his question.

“You with Robert?” She laughs hard at that, fingers flexing in the sides of his throat.

“Hardly. His little band of idiots wouldn’t have the brain cells for this.” It’s getting harder for Joel to breath, black spots starting to fuzz his vision. She leans a little closer, unwavering gaze holding him still.

“You got two options here. Number one, you let me in on whatever little business you got going with Tess and I don’t kill you right now. Number two, I kill you and take your parts and your radio and figure it out myself.” He can’t help the wheezing laugh he coughs out. This woman has some serious balls. She doesn’t seem to like that though, her grip around his neck tightening until he really can’t breathe anymore, his legs flailing uselessly on the floor.

“That mean you’d prefer option two?” He shakes his head as best he can in her grip, trying to choke out the word no, and she seems to understand, releasing his neck but keeping him pinned with a forearm across his chest. Joel takes several heaving breaths, trying to clear the haze that had crept into his mind. The first real thought he has as oxygen returns to his brain is that she has pretty eyes. Angry, but pretty.

“I’m not letting you up until I hear you say it.” He takes a few more steadying breaths before he responds.

“I’ll let you in on our business. But you try any shit like this again, I’ll be quicker next time and you won’t get so lucky.” She huffs a laugh at that, finally letting up and sitting back on her haunches as Joel sits up. He rubs tenderly at his neck, wincing at the already forming bruises and muttering to himself.

“You got a grip on you, woman, goddamn. Some first impression.” He’s surprised when she holds out her hand to him. He’s more surprised that he actually takes it, shaking her hand lightly as she smirks at him, telling him her name. 

“Figured I’d have to do things a little unorthodox to work with you two. And hey, looks like it worked.” All he can do is shake his head at this woman who has so suddenly become his business partner.

…

Jackson, 2026

“I was going easy on you. Caught me off guard. And you were pretty, even then. Didn’t wanna mess up your face.” She scoffs, nudging him in his side as they stand in front of the crib, watching their sleeping girl.

“Oh yeah? Tell that to the bruises you had on your neck for the next, what was it? Three weeks? Totally going easy on me, uh-huh, so easy you let me nearly crush your windpipe.” Joel huffs around a grin.

“Suppose that’s another thing our girl gets from you. You ladies sure know how to make an entrance.” She stifles her laugh behind her hand as they both dip out of the nursery. Before she can get too far down the hall, Joel slips a lazy palm around her one hip, turning her back toward him and smearing a brazen kiss across her lips, pulling away with a wet smack that makes her eyes widen. He just grins.

“What the hell was that for?” Joel keeps his one hand cupping her hip, the other coming up to stroke along the arc of her jaw as he sighs.

“All this talk of you crushing my windpipe has got me worked up, darlin. Take pity on a poor man, huh?” She lets out a sputtering laugh at his words, but he’s quick to silence her with another kiss, licking into her mouth like a heathen. She pulls back with a gasp, lightly smacking his chest as he gives her a smug smile.

“Watch it, Miller. Or I’ll have to finish what I started ten years ago.” He shakes his head.

“Has it really been ten years? Christ– that’s hard to believe.” She rakes her fingers through his hair as she hums at his words.

“I know. How the hell did we end up here, huh?” He sighs, glancing back into the nursery.

“No clue, darlin. I think you’re the one bit of luck I got in this fucked-up world.” Her fingers still, hands sliding down to wrap behind his neck. She can feel tears welling up hot and fast in her eyes, and to keep them at bay she steals another kiss from him, quick and chaste that leaves them both smiling.

“I’m glad I didn’t kill you, Joel.” He squeezes her hip, still smiling like a fool.

“I love you, darlin. Thank you.” 

“What? For not killing you?” 

“No. I mean– yes, that too. But, thank you for sticking with me. Fuck– for giving me all this. Just, thank you.” His thumb brushes away a rogue tear that has dripped down her cheek and she sighs under his touch.

“Well, now you’re just trying to make me cry, goddamn it.”

“Hmm, look who’s soft now, darlin.” She smacks his chest as he laughs at her exasperated expression, tugging her into a tight hug. She murmurs lowly into his shirt.

“I love you too, Joel. Love you so much.” They stay like that for a while, his arms wrapped firmly around her, her cheek pressed right over his heart. They’re finally broken out of their quiet moment by the sound of fussy coos coming from the nursery. Joel sighs, pulling away and squeezing her shoulders.

“I’ve got it, mama.”

“You sure? She probably needs a diaper change.” 

“I’m sure I can handle that. You should get some rest, were up half the night after all.” She slackens under his touch, nodding lightly as he’s already moving back into the nursery. 

She goes to head downstairs, but quickly stops when she hears him start to talk in a soft murmur to Libby. It’s a voice Joel won’t use if he knows anyone else is around, she had only caught him talking in it a few times to their girl, gentle and low. Ellie would have a field day if she heard him.

“Hey, baby girl. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” She slides along the wall, stopping just outside the doorway to the nursery to listen in as Joel continues talking to Libby. She can hear Libby’s sweet babblings as Joel keeps murmuring to her.

“My girl’s a talker, aren’t you? Get that from your mama. Woman’s got a mouth on her, let me tell you. One of the things I like best about her. But don’t tell her I said that.” She presses her hand to her mouth, keeping in her giggle at his ramblings.

“I know your sister’s been trying to get you to say her name, but I’d really like it if your first word is mine. Also may have a little bet going with her, but I’ll split the winnings with you if you just say my name first.” She makes a mental note to smack both him and Ellie later for their “little bet,” but continues listening as Libby’s babbling picks up. Joel lets out a laugh.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just string ‘em together. Da-da. I know you can do it. Whip-smart just like your mama, huh?” Libby’s babbling continues, still just nonsense sounds and syllables. Joel sighs.

“Gonna do it in your own time, huh? Think you get that from me. That’s alright, baby girl. Ready whenever you are.” She figures he’s picking her up again from the hesitant coos Libby lets out, Joel quick to shush her.

“I got you, my girl. It’s ok. I got you.” She rests her temple against the wall outside the doorway, closing her eyes and continuing to listen to his gentle words to their girl.

“Love you so much, baby girl. Your mama loves you just as much, and your sister, even if she is already corrupting you. You’ve got all of us on your team, my girl. We’ve got you.” 

She smiles to herself. It’s been a long ten years, most of it bad, some of it good. But they really have made a little team for themselves, a little family. It’s certainly not what she expected when she went into business with Joel Miller, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#unexpected expectings #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller au #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #joel miller one shot

[juuuulez]

i sound rlly weird asking but can u make a part two of the jerk!ng off head cannons for carl 😇😇

literally of course my man ALWAYS deserves to feel good

this is short and sweet, also strayed away from headcanons and did a little bit of a fic….actually loved writing this

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

It was a hot summers day in Alexandria, resulting in a group of teenagers making their way down to a nearby lake, intending on cooling off and having some fun.

Usually, Carl considered himself more… mature than his peers. There was a war actively brewing, and that’s not to mention walkers, so he didn’t see the value in such a meaningless activity.

Yet, you’d convinced him to come.

“Please, Carl. It’ll be fun!” You’d pleaded, “What else were you gonna do all day? Read comics?”

At the time, he’d protested, made some excuse that he was helping his father. But he wasn’t, and you were right.

So here he was, sitting on one of the large rocks lining the lake, flannel still cast over his shoulders.

The few other teens, yourself included, were enjoying the cool reprieve from the heat. Splashing around, throwing handfuls of sand at each other.

Carl was trying his hardest not to look at you.

Now, he’d never actually seen.. so much of a woman before. Sans those lewd comics, but this was different.

Your bikini was tiny, spaghetti straps wrapping over your shoulders, little triangle cups covering a portion of your breasts. Though the bottoms didn’t match, they were equally small, riding up your ass cheeks and showing a sliver of your inner thighs.

“Carl! Come in!” You’re suddenly calling out to him, which immediately draws his gaze. There’s no avoiding it as you tread closer, propping your elbows up onto the rock that he’s sitting on.

It only squeezes your breasts together, presented nicely in the frame of your arms. Sitting there, waiting.

He forces himself to maintain eye contact, not wanting you to pick up on his obvious disarray. The flush of his cheeks, or the way he squirms a little under the attention. “No, I’m alright.” He excuses.

But you won’t accept this, your grin widening as you hoist yourself onto the rock, coming to sit next to him. “C’mon, you’ve gotta chill out a bit, sometime. Taking a quick dip in the lake isn’t gonna hurt anyone.”

As you speak, your wet skin brushes against his flannel, the contact only worsening the flood of emotions that Carl is experiencing. It’s too much, too quickly, the presence of a pretty, dripping wet, girl is too much to handle.

The sun shines down through the trees, reflecting off your water-coated skin and hair, making it shine. Little droplets slip down your curves, and his eyes fall to one in particular, travelling down the open valley of your breasts.

“I’m going to check the perimeter.” Carl quickly says, swiftly standing up and turning away from you, not wanting to spare another glance at your body. It’s too tempting. That, and a shameful blush makes it’s way to his cheeks, his own body reacting to the contact in a way he’d rather you not realise.

He trudges past the treeline, out into the expanse of forest that circles the lake. It’s not too far off from Alexandria, in fact, he can just see the walls from this distance.

Carl wants to stay, he really does. Anything to put that smile on your face, where you’d say his name in that happy tone, completely enamoured by the smallest thing.

But he’s got a problem to deal with.

He leans against a tree, the thin flannel acting as a barrier between his back and the bark. There’s an obvious tent in his swimmers, poorly hidden due to the loose material.

“Fuck..” Carl curses under his breath, a little annoyed that he even has to do this. It doesn’t feel leisurely, but a chore, an irritating burden that needs to be solved before he can go have fun with everybody else.

So he takes another look around, making sure the area is clear before snaking his hand underneath the waistband, letting his fist wrap around his half-hard cock. A few strokes brings it to its full length, already hot and throbbing, where he can pull it free.

This isn’t the time to draw it out, so Carl clamps one hand over his mouth, the other working feverently to jerk himself off, as quickly as possible.

Yet, he can’t help but fall into a pleasurable rhythm, eye falling closed as he savours the feeling. His mind wanders, curious as to what you’d think of him now, doing something so lewd with no privacy.

It causes embarrassment to well in his gut, but it only fuels his desire, squeezing his hand a little tighter around his length, thumb collecting the precum from the tip only to spread it back down.

Each time his mind lingers too long on you, in that tiny bikini, he can practically feel it oozing out of him. Desperation floods his veins, now more focused on cumming, a reality that isn’t far away now that his brain is filled with images of you, on your knees before him.

What would your mouth feel like? Your hands? Would you take it slow, drag it out, or were you more of a quickie person?

Eventually Carl’s mind lands on you with your mouth open, plump lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. He similarly stimulates the swollen head, groaning into the back of his hand as he finally shoots his load onto the forest floor.

The pleasure begins to subside, ebb away, but the embarrassment stays. Though he takes a moment to compose himself, try and regain his footing, when Carl finally comes back to the lake, it’s quite obvious the boy is in some state.

There’s tree bark in his hair.

You smile, finally coaxing Carl into the water. He still doesn’t look at you, all embarrassed and flushed. This time, you make a point to lean as close as possible, to stroke your hand up his arm, let your thighs touch under the water.

How long will he last this time?

#carl grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #carl grimes #twd x reader #carl grimes x you #twd x you

[flkwh0re]

Hellooo, I saw your post about Resident Evil women and as someone who's feral for Donna I gotta send in a request for her! Some fluff with cuddles and kisses, either in bed or by the fire (whichever inspires you more) please? Could also turn into smut but I leave it up to what feels best to you while writing. Thanks!

- feral anon

Touchy Desires

Warnings: Fluffy, Fingering, eating out, reader being a tease, Hand kink (duh!!), Oral fixation.

Word Count: 884

A/n: Thank you so much for a Donna request!!!

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You sat curled into Donna’s usually cold body, but this time her body was warming up against your own. The fire blazed from the fireplace, warming the air around the two of you. After an hour of begging you finally drug her out of her workshop, insisting that you had constructed the best fire of which you were very proud of.

“You were right, this a pretty good fire you have going.” She said as she giggled, kissing the tender spot behind your ear. You giggled as well, “I told you! To think you were insinuating that you stay to work on your dolls.”

“I know, but- “She paused, “I really like doing what I do.” You sighed, “I know Don, but I wanna spend more time with you.” You pouted, your lip slightly sticking out.

She chuckled, “I could make it up to you, you know?” Her words had a slight tinge of seduction laced in them. Her. lips curled into smirk as you turned your head, and your eyes met hers. “What are you suggesting?” You returned her seductive tone.

“This.” Her breath flowed against your skin as the word slipped past her lips, her skilled hands working down your body. Her fingers traced loops and lines down your torso, and you admired the way every vein and tendon flexed under her skin.

Her tongue peaked past her mouth and connected with your neck, licking at your soft flesh for a second before attaching her lips to your neck. She pulled her mouth off you with a pop, admiring the purple mark forming on your skin.

“Your skin is so soft and beautiful as always.” She whispered as her teeth grazed your skin. Donna had always had some sort of fixation with your body whether that was your eyes, skin, or your fingers. She adored every inch of you, and that’s why you loved her so much. She knew how to make you feel so admirable.

Her hands trailed to the hem of your flannel pajama bottoms, toying with the draw strings. She pulled at the string to loosen them, then tugging them down your legs. Her hands explored every inch of your thighs, rubbing along the soft flesh of them.

The pads of her fingers trailed up to your panties, teasing you through them. Her fingers trailed over the wet patch that had begun to form, “Oh my sweet girl, you’re soaked. I’ve barely touched you; do you like my touch that much?”

You threw your head back in frustration, “Yes, please!” You whined, just aching for her touch. She smiled at your eager state, tugging your panties off. Donna’s rough fingers rubbed against your clit, causing shocks of pleasure through you.

“Hold your hips still sweet girl.” Donna rasped, her tone almost sending you over the edge. She slipped her fingers into your needy aching cunt, thrusting then at a steady pace. Her fingers slid up your body, fingers trailing into your mouth.

Donna loved when you sucked on her fingers, the way your tongue would swirl in between her digits. Your lips would wrap around her fingertips, sucking and biting at them. She loved your mouth, and you loved her hands.

“Fuck Don I’m so close.” You whined through fingers, and her pace quickened. The palm of her hand now snapping against your clit with each thrust, giving even more overwhelming pleasure. “Cum for me baby, cum on my fingers.” The fingers in your mouth slid further down your throat, earning a gag from you.

Your cunt wrapped tightly around her fingers as your orgasm struck. Your body shook with pleasure in her arms, the hand that was in your mouth now rubbed small soothing circles on your thigh.

“Fuck Don, that was.” She giggled at your praise. “Good, but I want your mouth on me please.” She moaned in your ear. You turned around out of her grasp, kneeling in front of her.

You scrunched the skirt of her dress up, your fingers skimmed up her tights. You pulled them off her pale legs, “No panties, hm?” You teased.

She wasn’t fond of your teasing, so she gripped your hair tugging you into her cunt. Your tongue darted out past your lips, lapping at her soaked core. You slid your tongue in and out of her hole, reaching as far as you possibly could.

Donna’s hand gripped onto your hair even tighter, “Fuck, I need your fingers in me now.” With her wishes you stuck two fingers into her, pumping them as you sucked her clit. Her thighs wrapped tightly around your head, almost crushing it.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” She shouted followed by, “Fuck baby I’m cuming!” And she sure was. You could feel her cum leaking out of her, as you gave her soft kitten licks to bring her through her orgasm.

Once you’d lapped all her juices, you stood up and brought her into a searing kiss. “You look so pretty with my cum on your face.” She giggled, making you smile. “Why don’t we go to the bathroom so we can clean up?”

Donna nodded, “Then we’re coming back to cuddle some more, right?” You laughed, “Of course.” She placed a tender kiss on your forehead, then guided you off to the bathroom.

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#donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento reaident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 8 #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil eight #fanfic #re8 village #re8

[slvt4elliew]

ellie hcs!

cw: ellie x afab!reader, established relationship, 2 idiots in love, mentions of drinking, explicit language, 18+ near the end, switch! ellie, lots of mentions of sex at the bottom, mdni or i'll find u :3

a/n: hiii! this is my first time writing so...ntm cuz it kinda sucks. idk what i'm doing so suggestions would be great! thank u 4 reading! mwah mwah mwah 💋

loves calling you random stupid nicknames. "hey, honey bunches of oats, could you come here rq?" "im sorry, what the fuck did you just call me?"

loves when you paint her nails or do her makeup, even if she complains the whole time. "ugh, this feels so gross." "c'mon, it's just lipgloss el."

BAGGY CLOTHES 🔛🔝!! her wardrobe consists of big dad jeans, random thrifted graphic tees, a shit-load of flannels, wife pleasers, sweatpants, plaid pj pants, goofy ass socks, and her one pair of beat up converse.

practically smothers you in kisses, think gomez from the addams family. forehead kisses, neck kisses, kiss on the cheek, on your shoulders, literally everywhere.

only wears childrens boxers. shes got a collection of 'em. im talking teenage mutant ninja turtles, minecraft, fortnite, SPIDERMAN, batman, dinosaurs, glow is the dark stars, etc. sometimes she'll wear the simple plaid ones tho.

she thinks shes soo good at dancing when she drinks, like she acts like shes hot shit when she just looks goofy. "babe. babe. baby, look. look at me." and when you look over she starts doing what she thinks is moon walking... its hilarious actually.

so so so clumsy. girl can't walk in a straight line to save he life. shes constantly tripping over air, and her untied shoe laces. you even made a T chart to keep score. rn its ellie 0 : air 22

always has a hand on you. you're sitting next to her? shes either pulling you into her lap or has a hand resting on your thigh. walking together? has to be holding your hand. she's in the middle of talking with someone else? a cold hand sits on your lower back, her thumb drawing soft circles to remind you shes still paying attention to you.

her hands and feet are SO cold. while laying next to her watching a movie or something, she slips a hand up your shirt to just rest it on your stomach but you squeak and flinch away from her FREEZING hands. you swear shes cold blooded

speaking of which, she loves slipping her hands up into your bra to 'warm up her hands'. whenever she asks you, you obviously allow her even though you know she'll sneakily start pinching at your nipples or squeezing your tits.

literally the funniest person ever. she can always make you laugh with her randomness and how stupid she can act. it also doesn't help that she knows you like the back of her hand so she knows what makes you nearly cry from laughing so hard. she just gets so much joy from seeing you laugh, even if it's at her. she'll do anything to see you smile.

loves cuddles!!! she has to have weekly movie nights where you both cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie.

treats you like a queen, girl is on her knees bowing down to you. does whatever you ask, you want water? done. your hungry? shes already ordered food. on your period and need stuff? shes already in the car, driving to the store. "whatcha need, pretty girl? it's okay, i can go get it."

loves you so so so much. you're her fav girl ever, she'll do absolutely anything for u.

NSFW!!

shes def a switch. bae can switch up so fast

black, 8.5 inch, slight curve, and has veins.

constantly praising you. "fuck. doin' so good for me, baby. yea, that feel good?" "yeah- just like that..."

she says the dirtiest shit ever "you gon' be a good little slut for me, hm? yea? c'mon use your words, baby." "you wan' me to fill ya up, wan' me to make u a mama?" "yeah? you like that shit? course you do, such a fucking slut, huh?"

CRAZY STAMINA. she can go for hours if you'd let her. doesn't even think about cumming herself until you've came at least 3 times. "c'mon baby, you can give me another, yeah? i know you can... you're being so good for me, one more?" "nghh can't...i-its too much." "you can baby, just one more, c'mon..."

lovesss doggy style. "all fours on the bed. now." her grip on your hips is bruising, leaving light purple marks in the morning which she'll press soft kisses to as an apology. usually has one hand on your hip so she can thrust harder into you and another in your hair, either pushing your face into the pillows or pulling your head back so she can see your fucked out face.

has the worst case of ghost-dick when shes not sober, just fucking desperately humping your ass.

if shes fucking you with her fingers, she always either sucks them clean herself or has you do it, shoving her long fingers into your mouth, sometimes purposefully making you gag on them.

she also def likes it when you suck her strap. she doesn't even care if she cant actually feel it, the harness slightly bumping against her clit and seeing how you look up at her is enough for her.

biggest tease!! rubbing slow and light circles over your clit, just enough to make you squirm and whine at her. "you wan' more? nu uh, you gotta say it."

basically makes you sit on her face, wrapping her arms around your thighs and pulling you down on her face, keeping you there. she doesn't even care, she wouldn't gladly die like that.

usually dom but can be very subby.

if you don't let her touch you shes whining and begging for you to let her. "fuck- please, baby. i'll make you feel so good, j-just..shit- please.."

used to be very shy about you eating her out but has grown more comfortable w it. "aghhnn just like that...fuck, doin' so good for me."

already starts panting and whimpering when you only barely touch her. the small kitten licks you make up her slit has her squirming and bucking her hips upward in search of more friction.

SO GOOD AT AFTERCARE!! if she's being mean, she'll immediately drop the act and cover your worn-out body in soft, loving kisses. then she'll go get a wet wash cloth and wipe you and herself off before carelessly throwing it somewhere in the room. she'll then snuggle up with you in the bed, cuddling your warm body from behind and peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses while you drift off.

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #the last of us #Spotify

[thegoblinboy]

I’m going to toss my hand in and try something new let me know if it makes sense. Also, I wasn’t sure what to tag so I tagged a little bit of everything lol.

Gareth was on book return duty. Taking a book from the over-growing pile of books, opening the back to check when it was taken out. Before going to the persons name and stamping that they returned the book.

Moving his ringed fingers up he swooped his hair off to the side a bit. Not sure if he enjoyed the middle part yet, deciding to give up on the product and just let it fall loosely down the sides of his face.

Moving he picks up the hobbit next. Tapping his fingers to the rhythm of a Black Sabbath song. While Eddie seemed to be going through a hard core Metallica phase Gareth was enjoying the stonerish vibes of early Black Sabbath. While he preferred Ozzy, Eddie enjoyed Dio more. If the Dio shirt sewn on the back his vest said anything.

Flipping the book over, a piece of paper falls out of the book. Groaning Gareth rolls his eyes as he moves bending down and picking up the face down page that had landed itself on the carpet. Kids really needed to fucking learn how to remember to pull shit out of their books before returning them because Gareth was not going to go on a witch hunt to return shit.

Glancing down he raises a eyebrow feeling rather impressed with the drawing in front of him. Looking around he was curious to see if who ever returned this book would still be here. He moves rolling back to the desk quickly as he checks who had the book last.

Will Byers.

The kid must have forgotten to pull it out, using it as a book mark. It was a pretty sick drawing of a boy. Who after a moment or staring Gareth recognizes as Mike. He snaps his fingers as he spins in a celebratory circle of knowing who it was. It was a very detailed piece of work, a little sad as he looks closer. Noticing scratch marks from where the pencil dug into the page a little to much, leaving not only scratches but little idents as well.

He carefully folds it back up, hoping that it wasn’t to weird to be carrying around a fellow hellfire club members portrait. Gareth had heard Will also played but it seemed like he was avoiding the club.

Who knows and who fucking cares.

Gareth decides to make an acception just this once. It would be a pity if this drawing was thrown away. So he uses his library access to look up the kids locker number. Abusing his powers if you will, as the stupid thing makes a soft beeping noise as it loads up. Rolling his eyes he slams the side of the computer a little before groaning loudly when he realizes he’s only made it go much slower.

Huffing to himself he begins to work on returning the other books. Forgetting about the whole thing until he went to shut the computer off. Quickly scribbling the number down and sliding that along with the drawing as he gets ready to leave. Picking up his flannel vest and sliding it over his shoulders as he picks his bag up and starts to leave. On a mission to get this drawing slid into the locker. But his plans are forgotten as Eddie stumbles in a run, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“What the fuck Eddie!” He sounds annoyed, glaring his best resting bitch face at the other who simply grins. Softening Gareth’s reaction just a smidge as he shakes his head trying to stay annoyed with the other as he begins to close the library doors. School had been let out almost a hour ago, so why was Eddie still in the school.

“I need your help, I have this friend right. And I’m trying to get him to read the hobbit. And well he has this problem. Where he can’t see the tiny words … and read at all because the words move. I heard there were talking books. Hypothetically where would I get one of those Gare bear.” His ringed hands are clamped shut, in a sign of pleading. He’s pretty sure the guy was going to drop to his knees and start begging for his help.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he pops the library key in his pocket. Forgetting about the two papers inside as he raises a eyebrow. “You mean audiobooks?” His tone is a smidge patronizing but that was just Gareths lack of self awareness when it comes to tone.

“Yes that!” Eddie snaps his finger as he moves to wrap his arm around Gareths shoulder, slowly beginning to move him around a bit. Ignoring the uncomfortable look the other has just for a second before quickly pulling back when he realizes his mistake. “Sorry Gary, wasn’t thinking.”

“Kind of hard to do that with no brain.” Gareth says in a slightly dull tone. He was exhausted and ready to go home. Curl up in a ball and watch Voltron or something that was really easy to digest because there was no working brain cell in his head right now. Something that was very typical of him after reading so many names in one sitting.

“Oh you pain me Care Bear. You pain me so.” Eddie dramatically tosses his head back before he straightens up a bit more serious. “Though where would I find these ‘audiobooks’?” He puts quotations around the name as he does a side shuffle down the hall so he could keep looking at Gareth.

“Hawkins free library, should be a small pile. If they don’t have the hobbit then you’re going to have to read it to this person.” Gareth says, grin pulling its way to his face as he watches Eddie grow flustered.

“No can’t do that, um- okay! Thank you Sir Gare’alot, you’re character shall have many rewards if this pans out.” Eddie salutes before he’s stumbling backwards and sprinting down the halls before a teacher caught him.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he leaves the school, forgetting all about the drawing until it fell out on his bedroom floor. Pinching his eyebrows together he groans as he realizes that he was going to have to return it first thing in the morning or else it was never going to be returned.

Which he does as he fiddles with his drumsticks in one hand and carry’s the folded paper with the other. Grumbling under his breath as he realizes the boy was currently at his locker. Silently pulling books from the top shelf as he gets ready for first class. Gareth should be to but this was something he had to do, his brain was refusing to let him back out.

Sliding up against the lockers he tries to muster his best Eddie impression but instead he ends up seemingly more bitchy then before. “Think you forgot this in your library return.” He says tilting his head a little as he holds the paper out between his two fingers. Watching the shy boys eyes grow wide, face blooming red as he snatches it quickly and hides it in his locker. Hands shaking and he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

Gareth realizes now that this situation could be misread, he really should start to look out for every outcome possible as he groans. Pulling his flannel out like a drug dealer with a trench-coat. Revealing the little rainbow pin that hides itself on his belt loop. Wills shoulders relax a bit as Gareth moves awkwardly patting his back.

“It’s cool man, but Mike fucking Wheeler?” He teases with a amused smile. “Way more sheep in the sea or whatever,” he grumbles a little with a soft flush to his cheeks as he stumbles over his words with the way the other looks at him.

“Freak!” A fit of laughter is heard right before Gareth is slammed into the locker. Groaning as he glared at the guy who did it. Moving to throw his drum stick at the back of the assholes head before Will stops him. Hand barley wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

“Not worth it man, only going to get your stick broken.” Will says gently as he lets go of his hand before stepping back a little closing his locker door. Gareth felt so embarrassed, heart racing as he wished he could meet someone new without some asshole ruining it for him.

“So, freak huh?” Will asks gently with a soft smile. “I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m Zombie boy.” He awkwardly holds his hand out for the other to shake.

Gareth furrows his eyebrows before he decides the other wasn’t picking on him. Wrapping his hand around the other in a shake as he grins gently. “Sounds like we are from some marvel comic, freak and zombie boy.” He jokes. Watching the way the others eyes bright up with excitement.

The damn breaking as they both start to talk about everything and anything they can within ten minutes. Info dumping as much as possible.

So I set this up to where that it could be purely platonic greatwise with byler in the background or romantic greatwise with one sided byler. It’s up to interpretation (: for that, I just wanted Will to make a friend.

#gareth stranger things #implied steddie #implied byler #implied greatwise #Eddie Munson #will byers #Mike Wheeler #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie stranger things #will stranger things #I kind of like resting bitch face Gareth who isn’t good with tones #who has to watch a cartoon to deconstruct from a school day #who is also not huge on touch and when he interacts with touch he makes it awkward #steddie #greatwise #I have no idea where to tag this because I have a bit of everything #library au #platonic greatwise #romantic greatwise #who knows #I don’t

[lowkeyrobin]

Hi idk if your even taking request but I was wondering if you could do a mid 90s?? But just of fuckshit yk? 

yes ofc 🙏🙏🙏 requests are always open pookies !! hopefully I got what you're looking for 🤞🤞

FUCKSHIT ; dating headcanons

warnings ; language, mentions of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol

genre ; fluff

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this man has a soft side

he's not the hard, rebellious boy he puts an act on for

when it's just you two, he's really clingy and shit

he's usually the driver but most the time you're driving him around, istg

fucking passenger princess ass

you even have to order for him when getting fast food

"Dude just lean over me, I'm not memorizing your whole order"

"It's a fuckin kids meal!"

he likes sharing music with you, like if he has a new favorite song or if he got into a new artist, he always goes to show you first

getting high with him in his car and sleeping the nights in the back is a usual activity

skating with him ⁉️⁉️⁉️

constantly complimenting you and catcalling you

if you're learning something new, he refuses you trying to give up. literally places you back on your board and shoves you away

"you got this shawty!"

calls you all those fuckboy nicknames like ma, mamas, shawty, etc.

he usually calls you a nickname though, he likes putting the friendship you had before the relationship over the whole dating thing

very carefree in your relationship

he's not controlling at all idk what some of yall are talking about

look, if you dress a little less for a chilly day, he's got a hoodie and probably some spare pants for you too

he's pretty lowkey about the whole relationship thing, like his friends obv know and yk estees group, other skater groups and whatever, but he's not prancing it around

he's pretty much like a 7 or 8 on a pda scale but he's not making out with you in public

he'd literally kill you if you even suggested that

for valentines day you just straight up got him a tiny box of joints that you hand wrapped yourself and a six pack

he totally forgot to get you anything but repayed you in some stickers and t-shirts from motorz that you wanted

unlike popular opinion, he's not that much of a player

at least to you

there's some sort of mutual bond you've gotten from your friendship and you carried it into your relationship. there's no lying, there's no hiding shit

people fuck up, it's fine

although when he gets fucked up, he gets fucked up

he's not abusive, just scary cause he gets loud and dumb

he's been diagnosed with ADD so thats a whole different thing in itself

if you have acne, he loves it. it makes you look like a real person and not all those conventionally attractive fuckers who are made of plastic

he seems like the type of person to trace over your bacne scars with a marker

also uses the marker on your back to draw random doodles

always gotta sign his name on your shoulder blade for some reason

he loves skating with you, his passion and his love

he's corny as fuck sometimes and the other boys pick at him but he can't help it

constant makeout sessions when you're alone at motorz/at each other's houses

he subtly matches his outfits with you sometimes

like if you're wearing a red flannel, he'll wear a red tshirt. if you're wearing nikes, he is too

ass smacking competitions

#lowkeyrobin #mid90s x reader #mid90s #olan prenatt #olan prenatt x reader #fuckshit #fuckshit x reader #fourthgrade x reader #ray x reader #a24 #a24 films

[mamadarama]

Hey I’m the mama drawing anon from a while back just here to say that while trying to come up with poses it’s weird how much of a hand on his hip kind of guy he is. Like half of the poses I’ve used didn’t feel right until I put a hand on his hip. You wouldn’t think it would be like that considering his general energy and yet it’s the one thing that continues to work-

…also wondering if you think he’d look better in the current “darker, more closely tied to emo alt” grunge or the older “thrift style, more closely tied to rock” grunge. For science of course.

was curious abt the hand on his hip thing and yep sure enough in roughly 21% of his cards he has his hand on his hip or in his pocket. maybe that means hes bisexual or something idk. (tgats a joke)

anyways rock adjacent grunge for sure , like some serious androgynous butch lesbian mechanic type shit . he has that kinda energy to me , he definitely dressed like that in late middle school early high school . emo madara would fuck SO hard but it would be a little outta character i think cuz you have to actively coordinate your outfits to pull that off but w 90s grunge it was jus sorta a result of some broke teenagers going full comfort > utility > aesthetic cuz they couldnt be bothered . which is exactly the kind of situation he was in around that time in his life . also in his lookback card he has a flannel around his waist so he definitely has owned and worn flannel shirts

#ask #anon #whiteboard #i didnt intend for this to be a whiteboard post but well. here we are.

[sarahthebanished]

Can't Fight This Feeling Pt. 4

Your kisses against his skin changed from gentle to wanting, and you moved up from his chest to his neck and across his jaw line. Eddie met your mouth with hunger, and you pulled him over on top of you, to nestle between your legs. He supported himself with one arm and the other was all over you, breaking the barrier of your thin shirt to move up and palm your breast. The friction of his calloused skin on your delicate nipple caused it to immediately harden, he toyed with it gently.

As your kisses continued, he gently bucked his hips into yours and you felt his hardness which sent a wave of desire radiating from deep within. Drawing your lips away, you pulled up at your shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him fully for the first time. He barely gasped, immediately ducking down to draw a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked at the sensitive bud, and you moaned and arched up into him. Your reaction encouraged him, and he slid his hand down between your bodies to find your heat.

***Eddie Munson x Female Reader • 18 plus • 3.6k words*** 

THE SMUT IS HERE, what all you horny fucks have been waiting for, cursing, drug use, virgin Eddie and virgin reader, first time, graphic depictions of sexual acts, but also tenderness and love

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Over the last several months, there had been many first for you and Eddie.

The first time you kissed, for example. In his bedroom at midnight while some horribly cheesy love song played, expressing all the words that Eddie had been unable to find.

The first time he introduced you as his girlfriend to your friends, who had all responded with an overwhelming consensus of “it’s about fucking time” because apparently you both were transparent to everyone but each other.  “There must be something wrong with her,” Gareth had teased. “Yea, I keep waiting for her to change her mind,” Eddie had taken it all with stride.

The first time you held hands in the hallway at school. People had stared and you’re pretty sure even laughed. You held onto Eddie proudly. He planted a kiss on your check or brought your hand up to his face any time someone stared for too long, reassuring both them and you that he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought.

The first time he’d spent the night, not on the couch, but in the bed with you. You’d stayed up way too late talking, afraid that if you both just shut up and went to sleep, you’d miss out on something magical. Desperate to soak up every precious moment together. You finally passed out in each other’s arms around 3 am. Eddie snored. You had teased him about it the next day, how he had done to you when he spent his first night on your couch.

The first time he’d called you sweetheart. “Call you tomorrow, sweetheart,” he’d promised as he kissed your forehead on his way out the door. The first of many sweethearts, but each one felt like velvet in your ears. A gentle reminder that you were special to him. His sweetheart. 

The first time you guys really made out, in the back of his van during lunch, tangled in each other’s limbs and practically rolling around in the dirty carpet. Had to stop yourselves and go to opposite ends like toddlers in trouble before you crossed another first off the list.

The first time you exchanged I love you’s. Laying on top of his van on a flannel blanket, parked out at lovers’ lake and staring at the stars. He’d kissed up your arm, shoulder and into your neck. Inhaling the smell of your hair deeply, he sighed out “I love you” right into your ear. You’d nearly cried with joy and thrown yourself on top of him. Showering him with a million kisses before saying it back. 

The first time you’d seen his dick, your hand wrapping around it so unsure and careful because you’d never even seen one in person, much less touched it. Pumping your fist up and down trying to gauge the right way to do it, you’d barely made it 30 seconds before Eddie was visibly coming to the edge. “Don’t you do it, Eddie Munson!” you had warned him, trying to savor the experience, but he spilled out all over your hand anyway and then blushed at the sight of his own cum on your skin.

Yea, there had been a lot of firsts with Eddie. Each experience was unique and exciting for both of you. You were forming core memories that you’d carry with you for the rest of your lives. There was just one first that you hadn’t addressed.

And it was the biggest one.

You had talked about it, here and there. Never going into much detail because the conversation made you both tense with nerves and anticipation. Eddie was gentle. Always gentle. He never pushed or made you feel like you had to do anything. There have been moments. Fondling through clothes, dry humping on each other’s thighs as you made out. The quick hand job you’d given him. He’d rubbed you through your panties one night and you thought you were dying from the pleasure. But that was as far as it had gone. Neither one of you had much experience and though your cores ached to be together, you both were scared to make that move.

Now, lying in his bed with music playing softly and the glow of his bedside lamp, you stared up at him as he sang along to the song with a partially smoked joint sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

He was on his side, facing you, with his arm bent underneath him, leaning his head on his hand for support. His chest was bare aside from two tattoos towards his left shoulder. He was broad and muscular, but also soft and warm. Defined jaw line and full lips that kissed you just right. Mop of thick curls flowing down and just barely hiding his collar bones. You were so in love with him. Eddie was a beautiful person who had given your life so much purpose, so much joy. You reached up with one hand and placed it on his cheek as he sang, pulling his attention down to you.

His warm, brown eyes met yours and his face changed to sport the signature stupid fucking grin you had grown to adore. His cheeks wrinkled. You stared at him.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He asked sincerely. You rubbed your hand gently on his face, and he pressed into the affectionate gesture. “Just love you,” you said honestly. “Admiring the view.”

His grin changed to a full-on toothy smile, his head cocked upwards a little, asking “you like what you see?”

You drew his face down into a kiss, mumbling “very much so” into his lips as they met yours. Eddie kissed you deeply. He always did. He kissed you like he was pouring every bit of love he could into it. He kissed you like each kiss was your first and your last. He started to pull away and you gripped him tightly, pushing into the kiss to let him know you wanted more. He did not fight it, pressing into your tongue with his. The sensation sent shock waves down to your core and you sucked on Eddie’s tongue softly which elicited a moan from his mouth to yours.

He pulled back now, as he often did when the energy between you two grew needy. Never pushy, he always let you come to him for more. You knew part of it was because he was a gentleman, and part of it was because he was nervous. He offered you the joint that was still in his fingers and you took it, taking a deep draw. He watched you closely. You loved how he watched you, like you were a movie he was deeply interested in. He barely even blinked.

You exhaled and took another small hit before passing the joint back and adjusted in the bed a little. Arms across your abdomen and staring straight ahead at the Corroded Coffin banner he had hanging across the cracked window.

His room was chaotic, filled the brim with him. It was like a museum of Eddie, his interests and passions thrown all over the place. There was not much room to walk, his amps and furniture taking up most of the space. Didn’t matter, though, because you spent most of the time sprawled across the bed.

The high from the weed you’d been sharing was settling in, making you feel heavy and relaxed. Eddie was snuffing the joint out, leaving the roach in the ash tray he moved to his bedside table. He laid down full next to you, throwing his arm across your belly and pulling you tight into the space next to him. You turned into him, his skin was so warm and he smelled faintly of deodorant and tobacco. Nestling into the crook of his neck, you placed a few soft kisses which he hummed in response to.

“I am so stoned,” you muttered against his collar bone. He chuckled, asking you, “is that not the goal?” You laughed loudly against his skin before closing your lips again to pepper him with kisses. His hands ran down your back and settled on your ass, pawing gently at the fabric of your panties.

The weight of his arms on you felt like the only thing anchoring you to the planet. You didn’t know it was possible to feel such security, such bliss, you knew that no matter where life took you, that Eddie was your home. You’d follow him anywhere.

“I love you,” he said into the top of your head, pressing his chin down on it to squeeze you harder. Though you were both touching pretty much head to toe, there was a need to get closer. It was never enough. As he pressed into you, your body responded with arousal. A heat formed in between your legs, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. You were not used to this aching feeling, but you didn’t fight it. There was something compelling you to explore it.

Your kisses against his skin changed from gentle to wanting, and you moved up from his chest to his neck and across his jaw line. Eddie met your mouth with hunger, and you pulled him over on top of you, to nestle between your legs. He supported himself with one arm and the other was all over you, breaking the barrier of your thin shirt to move up and palm your breast. The friction of his calloused skin on your delicate nipple caused it to immediately harden, and he toyed with it gently.

As his kisses continued, he gently bucked his hips into yours and you felt his hardness which sent a wave of desire radiating from deep within. Drawing your lips away, you pulled up at your shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him full. Another first. He barely gasped, immediately ducking down to draw a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked at the sensitive bud, and you moaned and arched up into him. Your reaction encouraged him, and he slid his hand down between your bodies to find your heat.

Staying outside of the fabric, he rubbed at your sensitivity with a gentle pressure, continuing to work your nipple with his mouth. “Eddie,” you breathed his name out, “more.”

He took his hand away and you whimpered, wriggling under him to pull your own panties down. Eddie rolled to the side of you again, letting you have the freedom to kick them off of your ankles. “Your panties on my floor,” he said with a cheeky smile, “never in a million years…” his thought trailed off as his eyes took you in, naked from the chest down with your shirt bunched up around shoulders.

Your body was tingling from head to toe, as he brought a hand over and cupped your breast. You were vulnerable under his gaze, which was exciting and scary. Torturously he moved ever so slowly towards your aching core, “I want you to touch me,” you instructed. “I want to touch you,” he agreed, “you’re so sexy.” He said the words like he was in a trance, eyes wild and focused on every inch of skin he could see.

As good as his hands felt on you, they were not where you wanted them to be. You thrusted hungrily upwards as he found your pubic bone, encouraging him to touch. He looked at you quickly, as if gauging your emotions, before sliding a finger into your slit. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet,” he stated boldy, like the way you felt shocked him, and you could’ve melted into the mattress right then. “Please, Eddie,” you wanted to beg but didn’t really know what for.  

You grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his fingers upward, causing them to slide right over the bundle of nerves that was throbbing for his touch. You trembled at the sensation, letting out a small gasp. “Oh, is this what you want?” Eddie asked slyly, applying a slight pressure and rotating his fingers on your clit. “Mmhmm” you whimpered out, clawing at his shoulder for dear life. You held onto him as he stimulated you. Only your own fingers had touched you there before, and they never felt as good as what he was doing now. “Don’t stop,” you begged as your writhed under his touch.

“Fuck, you are so sexy right now,” Eddie hissed, pulling you into a rough kiss before dropping your mouth. Wanting more, you tried to kiss him again, but he pulled away. “I want to watch you,” he said, and those words were just enough to send you right to the edge.

Your entire body was on fire, every muscle was screaming, you tossed your arms around his neck to support yourself and arched up into his motions suddenly. Your orgasm was intense, and your body spasmed as his touches did not waver. You cried out with release as Eddie sucked a breath in through his teeth. “Holy shit,” you moaned out as he slowed his touches down to nothing, helping you ride down the other side of the wave. He smiled down at you in a way that let you know he felt powerful, confident in what he had just done. Your arms fell from their grip on him and every muscle that had just spasmed gave out.

“That was fucking amazing,” you said with a small laugh, sort of embarrassed at how you had reacted to the pleasure. “I want more,” you said suddenly.

Eddie laughed down at you and brought his hand back to your pussy, barely touching the throbbing bud that he had just worked over. You jerked a little at the over sensitivity and looked up at him, saying firmly “That’s not what I mean.”

Eddie stilled his hand and your eyes connected. You bit down on your bottom lip and rocked your hips back and forth under his hand. As if he suddenly understood, he responded with “Hell yea!” and scrambled back on top of you. Freezing above you, looking down, his hair was falling around his face. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He asked sincerely, barely letting his own erection that was still bound in his shorts touch your inner thigh.

You nodded, nervous but buzzing with anticipation. “Ok, um, wow,” he stumbled around his words, hopping up to dig through his bedside table. “I think I have some condoms,” he continued to dig frantically, and you tried to steady your breathing. Finally, he pulled his hand up, fingers gripping the condom as he held it out to you like it was the One Ring.

He enthusiastically climbed back on top of you, knees between your thighs and kissed you hungrily.  

“Take these fucking things off,” you insisted, moving your hands to pull and tug at his boxers and shorts. The tension of the last several months was coming to a head and all you wanted to do was be as close to him as you could be. Eddie leaned back on his knees and enthusiastically pulled his clothes down to reveal his erection, which bounced up and hit him in the torso with an audible thump.

Holy shit, was Eddie’s dick mesmerizing. Thick but not too long, the head was glistening with anticipation. As Eddie moved to pull his legs free, you watched with wonder at what you saw. All yours. He was hard for you. Fuck, you felt like a goddess.

Grabbing for the condom that Eddie had left on the bed next to you, you adjusted yourself to sit up in front of him as you tore into the package. Condom in your hand, you reached forward to grip his erection which made him involuntarily whimper. “Can I put it on?” you asked, and Eddie couldn’t form words, just nodded as he stared down at your hand holding him. Gingerly you positioned the opening of the rubber on his swollen head and felt him twitch in your grasp. Rolling it downward, it clung to every groove and vein before stopping just an inch before the base. You looked down at your work, then up at Eddie, the silence full of electricity, before laying back down against the mattress.

Eddie reached down and stroked himself once, then twice as he positioned back between your thighs. You placed your hands on his shoulders and he was trembling. “Are you ok?” you asked sincerely. “Nervous,” he replied quietly. “I’ve never…” his words trailed off. “Hey,” you took his face in between your hands, “me neither.” You both already knew this, but just saying it out loud made it feel easier. Expectations lifted.

“I wanna make you feel good,” Eddies words came out desperately, like a prayer to whatever was listening. “You will,” you assured him, rising up slightly to kiss him quickly.

Moving slowly, still shaking, he ever so gently worked himself up and down through your wetness, gathering the moisture on his tip and using his hand to slick it down his length. Your heart was pounding, your pussy was practically crying for him, and you were about to lose your god damn mind if he didn’t get on with it.

“You are absolutely sure?” Eddie asked again, “I am more than sure,” you promised, “are you?” You asked him sincerely, but impatiently, wrapping a hand around your own breast and squeezing it.

“Fuck, sweetheart, yes,” Eddie confessed as he lined his velvet tip up right at your opening, but he stopped. Unmoving, he just stared down at you. “Eddie, please,” you wiggled your hips gently, feeling your opening nestle around his sensitive head ever so slightly.

“I want you.” One last affirmation brought Eddie back to life, and carefully, consciously, he pressed himself into you. You took a slow and deep breath in as the pressure built, stretching you in brand new ways. “Is this ok?” he asked, pausing himself, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m ok,” you reassured him, the sting in your core a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Keep going.”

Eddie bent slightly and planted a tender kiss on your forehead as he finally entered you fully. “I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered, “I’m gonna move now.” He gave a word of caution as he pulled his length out and glided back in with a sharp hiss. He was so gentle, watching you for every reaction. “So tight,” he breathed out through his own pleasure. You were tight, feeling like Eddie was splitting you in two in the best way. You whimpered, a mix of desperation and bliss, the sensation of Eddie inside of you creating static in your brain.

Eddie’s movements slowly built-up mild momentum. Awkward motions at first, but not unpleasant by any means. You let out small noises with each inward push, still adjusting to the fullness. A soft rhythm soon formed, and Eddie had to stop himself for a moment. “You feel so good,” he praised you, “knew you would.”

His words caused you to clench around him, which he met with a low growl. Without warning, his thrusts suddenly got much faster, pistoning himself down into your swollen cunt without limitations.  You let his name crawl out of your throat as your head fell back onto the pillow. He showered your exposed neck with sloppy kisses, gripping your hip to hold you still.

You looked up at him, eyes blurred with pleasure, and he was a new creature. His usually expressive eyes were blank, pupils wide with lust. His curly bangs were wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead as he worked himself in and out of you. His lips were opened, breathing quickly through his mouth, his bottom lip was shiny from spit. His movements were needy, harsh, and you ate it up, clenching to hold him as tight as you could with every thrust.

The moans and grunts coming from you were practically unhuman and you were slightly embarrassed at how hard it was for you to hold back. You dug into his ass cheeks with your heels, pushing him deeper into you and letting out a yell as he pressed into a spot deep inside that you didn’t even know you had.

Eddie was fucking into you like a dog in heat, laying his chest across yours and gripping you around both shoulders. Both of your bodies were completely overstimulated, yet somehow desperate for more. You felt pressure rising and every muscle in your body tensed in seconds, and your second orgasm was a white heat that spread all over you from the inside out. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair and hanging on for dear life, convinced you were going to levitate off the mattress. He relented to your direction, laying his head on your shoulder. “I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

He sat up suddenly, pumping into you two more times before letting out a series of animalistic grunts, one hand gripping your thigh and digging into the doughy flesh. You watched in awe as his body spasmed into yours as he emptied himself. You had made him cum. Your body had made Eddie Munson cum. If you had a camera in arm’s length, you’d have taken a Polaroid to keep forever.  

When he was spent, he collapsed down on top of you, leaving his softening dick inside. You both gasped for air, neither of you able to form a thought and completely fuck drunk. Covered in sweat, your bodies embraced, all the love that had been building finally exchanged in a physical display. “God, I fucking love you!” he shouted, rising up and peppering you with loud and enthusiastic kisses. You giggled and squirmed under his affection.

“I just have one question,” you proposed, pulled his attention to your words.

“You got any spaghettios?”

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