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uravichii · 2 months

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"best friends who kiss?"

character/s: bakugo katsuki

summary: recently, your best friend has been kissing you at random times. you have no idea why because he refuses to talk about it. either way, you're not about to let this to ruin your precious friendship.

genre & trope: fluff, best friends to lovers, angry confessions, reader is terrified of love but bakugo wants them so bad 😁, tw kind of ooc bakugo

a/n: i've been watching a lot of pride & prejudice and bridgerton scenes n i'm now obsessed angry confessions 🤩 + this is heavily inspired by that scene in little women :) ALSO i haven't posted in a year 😟 so pls be nice ik my writing's rusty in this :'D

the first time bakugou katsuki kissed you, he pretended he never did.

"what... " you brush your fingers against your bottom lip, your whole face hot. "what the hell was that for?"

"what?" bakugo shrugs, feigning innocence as he takes a swig of his soda.

you try and trace back the events that could have led to the kiss.

you said something along the lines of: "i wish i had a boyfriend. i could definitely pull a cute guy off the street."

then you heard him scoff and say: "no man's sane enough to put up with your insufferable ass." ーor something more insulting than that.

you can't remember what you said in response, and you rack your brain to figure out what prompted him to grab your face and kiss you. it's impossible when all you can think about is the unexpected supple feel of his lips, its faint ghost still lingering on yours.

"that kiss, katsuki! you violated my mouth!"

"dunno what you're talking about. you hit your head or something?"

you blink and second-guess yourself for a second.

"okay, no. you're not gonna gaslight your way out of this." you swat his arm, earning an irked glare from him. "why the hell did you kiss me?"

"you're imagining things, idiot. this stupid game's givin' ya some serious brain damage for sure."

he stands up and swings his bag over his shoulder.

"where are you going? we're not done yetー!"

and he's out of the door.

was he drunk off his soda? maybe he kissed you to mess with your head. he's not that cruel though, you think. maybe he couldn't think of any other way to shut you upー that was something he always struggled with after all.

at least the second time bakugo katsuki kissed you, he was kind enough to warn you.

after enduring the most awkward hour-long study session with him, you decide to put an end to your agony by wrapping it up. you start gathering your things when he stops you with a calloused hand on your wrist.

"what?" you turn to him, your cheeks already heating up from his touch.

there are no thoughts you could read behind those vermillion eyes, and all of a sudden, you don't know your best friend very well anymore.

he walks some tentative steps closer to you until the back of your knees hit the table. he cradles your jaw with such delicacy you didn't even know he was capable of. he slips past your awaiting lips and presses his nose on the side of your head, his warm breath kissing your flushed skin.

"punch me in the face and scram if you don't want this, got it?"

you gulp and forget to answer if not for the gentle squeeze on your wrist. "y/n, you got it?"

"s-sure."

when you two kiss, it's different from last time. it's unhurried, curious, and so intoxicating. the kiss speaks: 'i want you. i want you. i want you' but whose thoughts are these?

he groans into your lips as if to urge you to keep up with the sheer hungriness that has consumed him. you try your best to do so as he deepens the kiss with a palm on the back of your head and practically drinks you in. he doesn't pull away until he hears the tiny whine that escapes you.

"shit, sorry." he mutters, avoiding your stunned gaze.

"t's okay."

"did i hurt you?" the quiet lilt of his voice surprises you.

"no, no. i'm okay, but why'd you kiー"

"bye." he blurts out as he turns to the door and leaves, as if he didn't just invaded your mouth and permanently tainted the years of friendship you two have had. you click your tongue as the heat subsides in your cheeks.

"son of a bitch."

the third time bakugo katsuki kissed you, you let him, and he didn't stop.

you had barely escaped death when you lost your footing while sparring with todoroki. naturally, bakugo yelled the poor guy's ear off and would have murdered him if eraserhead hadn't interfered at the last second.

now, you find yourself heaving in your bed. you don't know whether your hastened pulse is from the adrenaline rush or from the fact that bakugo is all over you right now.

he's planting feather-light kisses all over youー your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your hands, and your wrist, as panicked murmurs spill out of him in between kisses. 'you scared the hell out of me. you have no idea, fuck. are you okay? are you really okay? tell me you're okay, y/n.'

"i'm okayー" you barely manage to gasp before he dips his lips into yours, desperate and frantic. tremulous hands find solace in your hips as he holds you, gentle enough not to mar your injuries but snug enough to assure his restless heart that you are safe.

your head feels hazy. your limbs ache and lie motionless, and though your lips could barely move to reciprocate his kisses as much as you wanted to, bakugo didn't stop. you tried to ask him about it the next morning, but of course, he ignored you and walked away.

you don't know when he stopped kissing you that night. all you know is that there was a line that was crossed, and your friendship was never going to be the same again.

bakugo katsuki is going to kiss you again. your heart thrums incessantly. whether it's dread or anticipationー you don't know.

you think about the sensation of his lips that's become so familiar to you that you've learned to crave it. it shouldn't be familiar to you, and you sure as hell shouldn't want it. so you do what you think is necessary.

you kick him in the shin.

"motherfー!" sure enough, he's pissed. "what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"i was going toー"

"no! you're not gonna kiss me again and walk away and pretend it never happened. you're messing with my head, katsuki! it's not funny!"

"wasn't trying to be funny!" he barks back.

"okay, so what exactly are you trying to do? what is this? i meanー" you stammer, struggling to find the words. "katsuki, what are we?"

he sighs and shifts his stance, his discomfort apparent. when the silence lingers on for too long, you speak.

"well, whatever it is that you want from me, we're going to stay friends. nothing more, nothing less. that's it." your breath hitches, and you don't know why you feel like crying as you speak. "... so i don't want your stinky mouth anywhere on me again."

silence weighs heavily between you. sometimes you wish you didn't know him too well, then the hurt he veils in his eyes wouldn't be so plain and vivid to you, and you would have walked away by now without an ounce of remorse.

"i like you, y/n." is all he could say when he finally speaks.

you shake your head. "no, you're just confused."

"i'm not confused. i like you."

"katsuki, you've been bitchless all your life, and i'm just the closest thing to a s/o. maybe go take a walk or something."

"i like you." he persists. "i've liked your stupid ass forー"

"stop saying that. you don't."

"i do, and you like me tooー"

"what?!" you laugh incredulously.

'who does this dumbass think he is?' is he right? surely, he's not. then what are you so afraid of in the first place? why have you been counting down the days until he kisses you again? why do you yearn for his touch as if it's something you own? why do you feel so infuriated and so tormented when he leaves the room after kissing you?

you do what is necessary again.

"you're delusional!" you yell at his face, a childish shrill that's awfully familiar to your childhood best friend.

"jesus christ." he inhales sharply in frustration. "you're a fucking pussy, y/n."

you clench your jaw and match his glare. anger surges in your chest and bleeds into your voice.

"i'm not the one who chickens out after kissing their best friend! you can't even acknowledge the fact that you kissed me because you'reー!"

"do you think i want to chicken out? why do you think i run away after kissing you?! if i stayed and confessed all this shit the first time, you would've refused to hear it like the damn coward you are!" he leans close to you, his voice lowering into a ragged snarl that quickens your pulse. "and you're just proving it right now, y/n. you're always going to shut this down and deny your feelings because you're a fucking pussy. you're terrified of relationships, and it's dumbest shit ever. pathetic, really."

you rear back from his words. if anything, you always thought it was katsuki who was afraid of love. now, you can't help but feel small and vulnerable underneath his searing gaze.

"it's not dumb..." you shuffle uncomfortably. "what, i'm supposed to ruin our friendship for a relationship that we're going to break off anyway?"

"we're not going to break it off."

"how do you know that?"

"because i'll be the best goddamn boyfriend in the world!"

"first of all, gross." you scoff. "second of all, it's never gonna work out! you're going to get sick of me in three days max."

"i've known you since we were brats, and i still want you."

"you literally said no man's sane enough to put up with my obnoxious ass."

he smirks. "i said 'insufferable ass'."

"katsuki!" you fight the urge to strangle him and punch that stupid smile off his face.

"wasn't even serious that time." he grimaces and reluctantly continues. "you know damn well you can pull any guy you want, and he'd be the luckiest bastard on earth."

if it were any other day, you'd grin at him and say 'i told you so,' but your lips remain unmoved, and your eyes stay dim. you're afraid you'll never go back to being the same katsuki and y/n again.

"this is pointless, katsuki. i mean, look! we're already fighting." you grouch and tell yourself you don't want this. "i still don't want us to happen so while this friendship is still salvable, let's agree to stay friends, and whatever sappy shit you feel for meー suck it up."

in one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, his face hovering dangerously over yours.

"suck it up?" he breathes, his face taut in frustration. "restraining myself from you is the hardest shit i've ever had to do. it takes everything in me not to kiss your stupid face!"

he shudders, weakly resting his forehead against yours as if this conversation alone has exhausted him. still, he goes on.

"and everytime i failedー everytime i kissed those lips, it was... a moment of weakness, but that's the fucking problemー you're just..." he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a desperate attempt to escape your wide-eyed gaze. "i'm weak for you, y/n. every second. and it drives me fucking insane that you keep running away from me."

he rises to meet your eyes again. the cadence of his voice changes into something weak and desperate, stripped of all the pride and anger he's ever known.

"i love youー fuck. i love you." he lets the words hang in the air, letting the words hear itself spoken because for once, you're not stopping him. "i love you, so please... let me."

after much thought and another agonizing minute of silence, you lean in to kiss bakugo katsuki.

he kisses back almost instantly and revels in the way you wrap your arms around his neck and bear your weight on him completely. he kisses back ardently, his pent-up desires and years of longing etched in the way he seeks your lips, kiss after kiss after kiss.

when you finally pull away, you're met with a devilish smirk, his begging eyes long gone. you wonder to yourself when you'll see those eyes again.

"took ya long enough." he kisses you again. he raises a brow at the way you're caging him in your arms. "jesus, no one's gonna snatch me from you."

"i'm making sure you don't run away again, dumbass."

"i won't." he says earnestly as he props his forehead against yours. "and you won't either. i'll make sure of that."

you nod your head with a giddy smile as he pecks your lips again.

"so..." you say as you exaggerate a pensive look, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "we're best friends who occasionally kiss?"

he rolls his eyes. "you're impossible."

"recite that speech again, and i'll consider calling you my boyfriend."

"fuck off!"

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callsign-datura · 2 months

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quit talking.

frustrated simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader warnings: smut, obviously. mentions of putting a muzzle on you, not dealing with feelings, unprotected sex, bro is def a tits man (he sucks on em), oral sex (f recieving), light choking, creampieee a/n: 1k? how the hell?? thank you! :)

If there's one thing you know how to do, it's piss Ghost off. It's not really fun to you, it's more of a competitive thing. He's been in this line of work for much longer than you have, but you've been in it for long enough that you should be treated like a valuable ally than an untrained soldier, or a rookie. But for Ghost, that nickname has stuck. "C'mon, rookie, get your head straight."

"Eyes up here, rookie."

"Are you listenin', rookie?"

Your blood boils every time the word slips from his mouth. Every time he does it, you keep yourself from snapping at him. You put a smile on and follow his directions.

But sometimes it isn't so easy.

He orders you around, and tells you what to do; like a lieutenant should. Yet for some reason, you feel your chest tighten when he gives you an order. You know damn well it's a personal issue. Probably some feelings you haven't dealt with yet that you aren't ready to deal with. But you butt heads. You can tell that your defiance pisses him off and the flicker in his eyes makes something in your heart surge; something you tell yourself is satisfaction. Recently, it's been worse... maybe it was the mission last month where you were stuck in a closet together and he couldn't keep his hands to himself, or the fact he acted like it didn't even happen after. Probably both.

---------------------- "Rookie."

That damn nickname again. You snap quickly, against your better judgment; but he can't blame you. It's been a hard day of biting your tongue. "How long have I been on this team, sir?" "Not long enough to be givin' me so much attitude." He snaps back just as quickly, and usually it'd be enough to extinguish that fire, but today, it's not.

"It's been two years." "Two years of you talking' like you've known us for ten. Sorry to burst your bubble," he barks, turning his body to you as you recognize that look in his eye that you shouldn't be messing with him today. "You haven't. I'll keep callin' you 'rookie' until you get that in your head." His arms hang at his sides, his fists idly clenching and releasing as he steps towards you. "You got a problem with that?" Your eyebrows knit together and you tilted your head back as he gets close, his upper body curling to lean over yours and stare you down. Cold, brown eyes staring into yours; something that would normally give you chills. But not today. "Yes, actually, I do. I'm not a rookie anymore, I've been working with you long enough to the point I should have earned the respect I deserve." The words are slipping out. You realize how stupid it sounds and how you should have just been quiet and stopped fighting, but it feels good to get it off your chest. So you keep talking. "I'm a valuable asset to the team. I'm a good medic, a good ground unit, I'm damn good with a knife and I have good survival skills. I think those are grounds for respect from my lieutenant. Everyone else treats me well, but you." He rolls his eyes so strongly that you think it probably hurts. "You wanna know why they treat you well, rookie?" He retorts, his voice low and husky and raspy. His face is inches from yours and your senses are flooded with him; it's almost enough to get you to forget about why you were fighting in the first place. "It's 'cause everyone else knows that bein' nice to you and lettin' you act like a proper twat is better than tryin' to discipline you. You act like a child and they let you because you're too damn stubborn to get through to." The words piss you off again, and you open your mouth to respond, yet nothing comes out. "Don't." He warns. "This is ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? I just want to be respected." "Nobody gives you shit anymore, rookie, but me. It sounds like you're mad that I'm the only person who gives you shit and doesn't let you get off easy."

"Because it's bullshit-" "I only give you shit when you're actin' like this." The glimmer in his eyes changes, and it becomes something you can't entirely put your finger on. "I only give you shit when you're yowlin' about 'not being respected' when you know damn well you are, you're just angry that I'm mean to you." "'Cause you are!"

"I am because I know that's the only way you listen." He says, his voice returning to something stable. "It's like you hate me."

Oh. His eyes flare again, this time with recognition. "That's what this is about? You think I hate you?"

"Well, sometimes..." Your voice lowers and you avoid eye contact with him, trying to focus on anything but the monster of a man in your proximity. "Sometimes it feels like it."

"Really? And that's why you're constantly puttin' up such a fight with me? 'Cause you think I hate you?" His voice turns... amused. Jesus Christ, he's enjoying this. "Yes, and--" You try to retort, but you can't think of anything. Your mind blanks. "And..." Embarrassment burns hot on your cheeks and you shut your eyes. He chuckles quietly. "That's fucked, sweetheart. You're not gonna believe me, even if I talk till I'm blue,"

"As if I could see." You snap, looking away. "...N' even if I talk, you'll interrupt me." He chuckles again. His voice tenses a little as if he's irritated. He grabs your hand and starts leading you somewhere and you start talking again. "I don't know where you get off on being rude like that." He laughs, in disbelief. "I could ask you the same thing." "You haven't said anything to me about that mission," you begin. Your voice is shaky. These are untrod waters, but you want an answer. "Not a damn thing. Not a text, hell, you barely look me in the eyes." "Mm." He responds, his voice higher-pitched, once again with recognition. "So it's that, too." He glances back at you, and you barely even realize where he's leading you until he pushes open the door to his quarters and pushes you inside, stepping in too, and shutting the door behind him. "You're mad about that? That we haven't talked about that?" You open your mouth, but the surprise doesn't let you say anything. So you nod, looking around the room. It's bland. Very... Ghost. "I haven't said anythin' to you about it 'cause even thinkin' about it makes it difficult for me to see you in a professional light." He pauses. "It shouldn't have happened. If anyone finds out, it'd be me taking advantage of you,"

"That wasn't what happened, though. I was asking you--" "Quit." He snaps, his hand coming up to cup your chin and hold your jaw, urging you to stay quiet. "Quit interruptin' me, fuck. You talk a lot, you know that?" His other hand goes to the zipper of your jacket, pulling at it and unzipping it. Your eyes flicker down to watch his hand, and you stay quiet.

He chuckles again and shakes his head, his eyes wide with disbelief and amusement... some mix of the two. "Now you're quiet. When you're gettin' what you want. Dunno what I expected." He lets go of your jaw and pulls your jacket off, tossing it to the side and turning both of you, backing you up against the door.

"I don't hate you... Quite the opposite." He murmurs, his voice softening. You watch as his thumb hooks into the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his nose as he leans in and puts his other hand on your waist. He goes for your neck, and you tilt your head instinctively. More than happy to obey. "It's jus' the fact that this is entirely unethical. No matter how we put it... it's unethical." He kisses the flesh of your neck, lips dancing along the softness there, testing for any sweet spots. He nips when he feels you tremble. "...Now that isn't to say I didn't enjoy it... 'cause I did. I dream about it, pet," his voice shakes and his grip on you tightens. "Fuckin' dream about it."

The vulnerability at this moment makes your body heat up. Warmth is building in your lower stomach, and a soft noise leaves your lips as you tilt your head back against the door. Your back arches as his breath ghosts your neck.

"Dream about you... n' this body, n' your voice, and your whimpers. I look at you, and I remember." He starts kissing your neck again. They're rough, and his breath is hot. You tremble again as his lips travel down, stopping at your collar as he reaches and slips the strap of your undershirt off your shoulder, and kisses the span of flesh that's been uncovered. Tongue darting out, following the contour of your collarbone, teasingly; leaving tingles in its wake that send heat straight to your cunt. "Makes it so goddamn hard to treat you like you're my teammate and not a person who haunts my dreams."

Another noise leaves your lips, and his hands slide up your sides, bringing the fabric of your undershirt with it. You lift your arms to let him, and you lock eyes for a moment. His are sparkling with lust, and he chuckles before his hands travel up your back to unclasp your bra. He pulls it from your body and drops it to the side, and his lips are on your flesh again. He nips at certain spots, nibbling gently and sucking deep marks into the flesh. His kisses go from your collarbone to your breast, and his lips close around your nipple. Your body tenses and goosebumps prickle over the flesh of your chest, and you tilt your head back again, legs pressing together as his hands rub up and down your sides soothingly. His tongue laves over it, sending tingles of pleasure through you as your eyes flutter shut and he grunts against you. His teeth nip at it gently before he releases it, switching sides. His hands slip down your sides and move to your pants, undoing the button of your jeans and tugging them and your panties down around your legs, detaching from your nipple to do so.

His gaze is immediately dragged to your cunt, and he hums low in his throat before he looks up at you. "C'mon, dove. Give me a taste, mm?" He asks, teasingly; but meaning the question entirely. Your expression twists in embarrassment, but your desire for him overrides any hesitation. And you nod. One of his hands cups the underside of your leg, lifting it up and to the side as he litters kisses along the inside of it. Having him so close to you makes your entire body shudder and a moan leaves your lips, your hand coming down to cup his head as you watch him. It's a lewd sight, but the view makes you tingle. He bites down lightly and a whine leaves your lips as you lightly swat his head. He chuckles in response and looks up at you, pulling away from your thigh to litter kisses over your cunt. You're wet enough to the point he can fucking see it; and your face flushes a bit more in embarrassment and you tilt your head back. You shudder, tilting your hips forward and chasing a bit more friction... and he delivers. His tongue darts out, dragging up between your labia to catch your clit. Your body shudders and you give a sharp whine. The feeling is electric, and you already feel something building in your stomach, yet you try to suppress it in turn for just feeling the sensation. His other hand comes up and his thumb pulls at the flesh, lightly spreading you out for his convenience, his lips closing around your clit as he grunts and the vibration of it turns into straight heat and makes you twitch. He sucks gently and you mewl, your hips shifting away from the unfamiliar sensation, forcing him to detach before he pulls you back in and clicks his tongue.

"Come on now, pet. You wanted this, didn't you? Stay still." You whine in affirmation, looking down once again and gasping as he buries his face into you once more. He dips his tongue into you, and his eyes roll briefly as he grunts at the taste of you; something that he'd get addicted to easily. Hell, he's already addicted to you; why not? He pushes his tongue into you for a moment, groaning again. His grip on the underside of your thigh tightens and he brings it upward a bit more, resting it over his shoulder as his hand slips up your tummy, giving the pudge there a little squeeze before he switches his attention to your clit, lapping his tongue over it slowly and gently. Each swipe sends heat into you, your walls clamping around on nothing, moans leaving your lips as he keeps his head buried into you. The sensations are mounting and he laps his tongue a bit faster to elicit more reactions from you.

Your hips buck into the sensation and a squeal leaves your lips. His hand slips back to cup your hip, pulling you further into him as he laps at your clit again and again. The hand keeping your labia spread shifts downward, and you jolt as he presses his middle and pointer finger against your hole, circling the flesh to gather your slick. The movement of his tongue stalls for a moment until he pushes his fingers into you, and he laps again, but much faster this time, grunting out in satisfaction at the way your walls flutter around his fingers and suck them in more. Moans leave your lips and your body tenses up, a cry leaving the moan before you shift down a little to push into his fingers. He curls them, feeling along your inner walls slowly and gently to find that spot that'll make you quiver, and he does; your hips buck again and you cry once more, the pleasure overloading your senses and rendering you to a whimpering mess. He laps away at your clit again, eating like a man starved; curling those two fingers on your g-spot and rubbing his fingertips against it slowly, gently.

The sensation causes the cord in your tummy to tighten. It doesn't take more of his assault to throw you over the edge; he continues, with an increased fervor upon feeling you tense around his fingers and hearing your noises take on a desperate edge. He pulls you closer, grunting into your pussy as you cry out and ball your hands into fists, grinding a little into the friction as your vision goes white and you sob his name. You continue, riding out your orgasm and whimpering his name quietly. His movements stop after your noises quiet, and he withdraws his fingers and pulls back to look up at you, making sure you're looking at him before he pulls his fingers apart; showing you the string of your fluid that connects them between breaking. He chuckles a bit and stands up as he looks you over. Your eyes flutter shut and you whimper softly, tilting your head back. Your body relaxes, but not for long as you hear a zipper being undone. Your eyes open just as he turns you around and pins you against the wall. One hand against the wall between your waist and your arm, his lips on the back of your shoulder as his other hand comes to your waist, pulling back you back against him. You give a surprised noise and he chuckles. "What? D'you think we were done?" You don't respond, and he hums. "Good. 'Cause we aren't." He pushes against you as you arch your back, your eyes widening as you feel his cock pressing against your cunt; a whine leaving your lips before he pulls his hand from your hip to wrap around the base of him, adjusting himself to rest the tip of his cock against your hole, watching as you flutter around him. He chuckles softly at the sight, and puts his hand on your lower stomach, slowly guiding his hips forward. His cock slips into you with ease, and you feel a faint stinging pain from the stretch, but the full feeling his cock gives you distracts you from the pain. It's familiar, almost; like your body remembers how he fit inside you. Your slick coats his cock, making the fit a bit more easy. He groans softly into your ear, the feeling of you around him more than heavenly. "Fuck. S'fuckin tight. Mm... like you were made for me, hm?"

He grunts quietly as he feels you pulse around him, and he tilts his hips slightly, cupping your lower tummy as he grinds into you testingly. A whine leaves your lips, but you don't stop him. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you feel some sort of sense of relief at finally being filled; by him. His breath fans over your shoulder as he grinds into you slowly, rolling his hips into yours; pulling out a bit before pushing forward and rubbing his hips into yours. He continues like this, one hand sliding up your front and wrapping around your throat, a gentle hold that keeps your head still. Your eyes keep shut, eager moans leaving your lips as you push back into him. For a few moments he continues this movement, just reveling in the feeling of your cunt around him before he begins thrusting. Slowly, at the same pace, raking his cock in and out of you, sending shocks of pleasure through you as you tighten a bit around him, eliciting groans from him. His movements speed up and the hand on your lower stomach slips downward, his middle and ring finger rubbing circles over your clit. You lurch a little and give a little cry, still feeling a bit overstimulated from the previous activities.

That sensation leaves almost immediately as he thrusts into you quickly, the sounds of your bodies together filling the room amongst his groans and your squeals. You lift one of your legs, tilting your head against the wall and his grip on your throat tightens as he starts rutting into you; the feeling of you is getting to him as much as the feeling of him is getting to you. Your moans increase in pitch, and your mind is scrambled by the pleasure. Your walls quiver as he continues, bullying into your cunt. He's chasing his high, and the circles he draws on your clit also increase in pace. The cord in your stomach draws taut, signalling your incoming orgasm; you can tell by his pace that he's close too. "Fuck-- Gonna cum." He warns into your shoulder, yet his pace doesn't falter.

You whimper and your chest tightens at the thought of him pulling out; wasting his cum like that. "Inside," you babble out quickly, hands balling into fists against the wall. "Please, inside." You stutter over your words as he continues thrusting into you, but he understands you immediately.

You don't have to say it twice. After a moment, he bucks into you up to the hilt, and a shaky groan leaves his throat as he cums; hot, thick ropes that flood your cunt with his spend. The sensation, mixed with the feeling of him rolling his fingers over your clit is enough to make you cum as well, and you cry out, walls quivering on his cock before tensing, milking him. Your body trembles and he pulls his hands away, holding you close to him, hums of affection leaving his throat as he thrusts into you a few more times before his movements stall. There's a bit of content silence before his voice breaks it. "Still think I hate you?" You pause, then you murmur in response shakily, "Mnh-mnh. Thank you..." "You're welcome, pet. But next time you need my cock, say it instead of being a brat." "Then the next time you dream about me, tell me." "...deal."

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Red Wine & Reparation

Pairing: joel miller x female reader

Summary: you and Joel became young parents, married young and divorced young.. coparenting can be hard.. especially when you still love each other.

Word Count: 7k

Content Warnings: no outbreak, awkward divorced young couple, Joel Miller being a cat guy, flirting, awkwardness, slight implication of attempted SA. Unprotected sex, oral—female receiving, praise, pet names, tongue fucking, slight submissive Joel???? Creampie, mentions of pregnancy, and breastfeeding kink ??

Note: in this fic female reader & Joel are the same age, late 20’s in this fic!! This is my contribution for this week lol.

You were expecting a visit from Joel in a few hours; although you’d tried to be in contact with him, it seemed he was struggling to get back to you. Texts gone unanswered, calls sent straight to voicemail. It was unusual, and as clingy as you felt, it wasn't like Joel not to be in contact, especially when it came to your daughter, Sarah.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He calls your name from the other side of the door. “Hey, you home?”

The door swings open and Joel stands on the other side of the door, you can't ignore the subsequent look of franticness in his brown eyes. “Hey.” His second greeting is a little more relaxed, if anything a little bashful. The tips of his ears are red under his dark brown curls.

“I just got a new phone, had a little malfunction at work with the other one, mind putting your number in?” You take the new phone, something that seemed way too fancy for Joel, an Iphone 13. As if your eyebrows raise of their own accord, it doesn't go unnoticed by him.

“I never took you for a man that cared about keeping up with the trends.” Your remark earns a scoff. “I just want to be able to keep up with everything Sarah’s into these days, all the facebooking and snapping or whatever she's got.”

His social unawareness pulls a laugh from her dry throat. “I'm surprised she wants you on her snapchat, teenage girls don’t normally want their parents seeing what they’re up to.”

He grunts. “How are you anyway—both of you.. I mean.”

“Things have been okay, I've taken a step back from work to try and relax a bit more, you know?” Although Joel nods, he can't relate, he’d just gone through the ringer of starting his own business with Tommy.

But Joel knows you need a break, he notices the physical telltale signs of stress. Lines beside your eyes that didn't seem visible a few months ago, the slight strain in yout voice and even your physical stance seems off. You seem to be trying to mask it, but he notices.

“Everything at work alright? They givin’ you trouble again?”

Again. How you'd forgotten about the last time you confided about how bad work had been getting. The unpaid overtime and extensive workload. Joel seemed furious at the thought of you wearing yourself thin and had even rung your workplace, that's an incident that got you a written warning.

In an attempt to dismiss his worries you wave your hand. “Ah it's not so bad, I’ve taken some time off with what little annual leave I have.”

“That’s good. You work too hard, you do.” His voice is softer than it had been a moment ago, his gaze settling on your own. He tries his hardest to suppress the memories as he stares into your eyes, he tries to forget how easy things were back then in comparison to now.

You break eye contact as you feel your kitten rubbing herself up against your legs. The little creature lets out a small mew.

Joel’s shock is evident on his face, the fluffy white bundle of fur rubs itself along your pant leg, its tiny mews echoing in his ears. “Oh my god, what in the world..” He stammers. “Is that…?”

Your entire face heats up. “I know.. I've never been a fan of cats but.. She's cute right?”

Joel can't help the instinctual reaction to kneel down onto the floor to get a closer look at the fluffy bundle of fur. He lets the small creature sniff his hand before petting her. With every stroke of his fingers along her pointed ears, she purrs louder. “What's her name?”

“Her names angel. Sarah named her.”

“Of course she would,” Joel murmurs, still petting the kitten as he looks up at you from the floor. “How'd you end up with a kitten anyhow?”

You huff at the memory. “Found her on the side of the road, I think someone dumped her.”

“God, that’s terrible. Why would anyone do something like that? Who just dumped a living animal in the middle of the road?” He shakes his head as he grumbles angrily. He strokes the kitten in a softer manner, expressing his sympathy for the little animal.

You're stewing in your own irritation at the thought. “Some jackass.”

The conversation seems to grow quiet, with the only noise being the kitten’s contented purrs. “She's a lucky kitty is what she is, havin’ two special girls lookin’ after her.” He murmurs, leaning in to tickle the small kitten under the chin with a chuckle.

“I never took you for a cat man, hell—you're looking like such a softie right now,” you tease.

“It's the one thing you never really knew then, right?” The kitten rolls on its back, purring as it scratches itself on the soft creamy carpet. “I bet you would’ve known all my soft spots had things been different back then.”

A sombre mood falls between the two. “Maybe so..”

Joel turns away with a regretful look in his eyes, it's a painful truth, and one the pair had both seemed to accept. Despite the way the two had seemed to adapt to the co-parenting situation.. They're both reminded every single day since their split of what could have been.

“Yeah.. maybe so.” He lets out a sigh, watching as the small kitten runs off, and he's left kneeling on the floor as he watches after it. He doesn't really know what to say.. And he's not sure you do either, it’s awkward to have these quiet moments between them.

“You know.. Sarah told me you went on a date last week.” You try to sound as encouraging as possible, but even as your heart cracks, it seems to break the silence brewing between you. And honestly, you’re nosey.

His face seems to redden at your playful accusation. “Damn.. she really has no filter, does she?” An awkward chuckle follows as he lets out a small groan and his knees crack as he stands up off the floor. As his gaze meets your own again, he wonders how you'll take the news. If he’s lucky, you’ll be jealous.

“She's a smart kid.. observant.” A small moment of silence briefs the conversation before you can stop yourself from asking.. “How was it? The date I mean.”

“That she is..” Joel murmurs before adding reluctantly. “The date was just.. Not a good fit. It didn't go well.” He shrugs, but you knew it would've been a massive blow to his self esteem. “I don't know why I tried… just thought.. maybe..” He rubs the back of his head and chuckles anxiously as he trails off.

It seems his self esteem did take quite the blow.

“Don't be so hard on yourself now, you're a catch, and any good woman will see that.”

Joel’s eyes narrow into a frown. “I'm hardly a catch.. Let's be real, I work too much.” He pauses. “Maybe I'm still caught up on..” He catches himself before he admits it..

Your ears perk at this. “Who doesn't love a hardworking man.” You tease lightly.

He manages a smile at your teasing. “I’m not a catch.. this..” He gestures to himself pitifully. “Is not a catch. Truth be told I’m.. I'm still pretty caught up on you and I'm not even ashamed to say it.”

“Hell—why?” Is all you manage to ask in a stutter.

“Because..” He lets out a frustrated noise and scratches his head anxiously. “Because I should have fought for you, I should have tried harder. You were everything I wanted. Still are.. Honestly.” His tone takes a solemn tone. “That doesn't just go away, all of those feelings.”

“You're right.. They don't just go away.” Your agreement to his statement has him wondering, his eyes searching your face for any sliver of teasing.

“So.. what does that mean? If I was to say.. If I was to ask something stupid.. Would you be angry?”

You're a little confused by his sudden bashfulness. “That depends on what you're asking.”

“Hypothetically..” He starts. “If I were to ask you out on a date, for old times sake..” He trails off and doesnt look back at you, there's a pregnant silence between you both..

“You want to take me on a date?” You ask in confusion.

He clears his throat and looks up to you, his eyes shifting around the room. “Is that a stupid question?”

“Well.. how about you ask me on a real date and maybe… I’ll say yes..”

His head spins in a daze, his heart doubles in size as he realises how much he wants this. “...are you serious?”

You simply nod, waiting for him to ask you on a date properly.

He's nervous, shifting from foot to foot, as if this was the hardest thing he's ever had to ask. “Okay then..” He mumbles to himself, clearing his throat, trying to steady his voice. “Would you care to.. Join me for a dinner date.. at my place?”

He actually asked..

“I would be happy to join you for dinner, Joel.”

It seems as if he's having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that you actually accepted. Even though it's what he wanted, needed.. He had somehow still expected you to decline. The look in your eye contractics his anxiety, though.

“You sure?” He asked, insecurity evident in his shallow voice. “I mean, you still remember how much I work, right? I have to finish this job for a client, he's on my ass about it, keeps asking me when I'm gonna be finished, but I told him I'm on track. Gonna put in some big hours to get this done.”

How could you forget, it was the reason you split all those years ago. His work was all consuming.

Your heart aches at his attempt to push you away–to take your pending rejection on the chin. “How about you let me know when you're free and you can cook for me, hm?”

The offer was flexible, giving him a chance to relieve himself of the pressure and try to find a day that works for you both.

Joel seemed to appreciate the offer, and his face visibly relaxed. “That sounds perfect, as soon as this project is done, and this client is off my ass, then we’ll figure out our date.”

“Sounds great, just send me a text and let me know, yeah?” You smile and tuck your phone into your jean pocket.

“Count on it.” He spoke with such promise it was hard not to get excited about what was to come.. Maybe they could rekindle what they once had. “I'll talk to you later then?” He takes a step towards the front door, his phone rings loudly, you assume it's a client of his.

“Yeah, we’ll talk later..”

As you close the door, it takes a moment to process what had just happened. A stupidly big smile resides on your lips, giddy with excitement, the disbelief that this is happening. Joel doesn’t text till late, but you’re ecstatic that he did get into contact about something other than who has custody of Sarah for the weekend.

Joel Miller 😉 10:45 pm

Hey, I'm sorry it's late, I just wanted to catch up. How's this weekend sound to you? For our date..

You. 10:47 pm

No sweat. What time were you thinking?

Joel Miller 😉 10:50 pm

Hoping to see you around 7. I'll cook dinner and we can just hang out. Unless you wanted to do something else?

You. 10:52 pm

No. it sounds perfect. 7 works for me.

Joel Miller 😉 10:53 pm

Great.. See you at 7 then.. Saturday..

You. 10:53 pm

Great! See you then handsome. 😉

Joel Miller 😉 10:58 pm

See you, beautiful. 😜😏😊

You can't help but laugh at the emojis Joel sent; he was such an old man that didn't understand a damn thing about technology, sure he was trying, but it seemed to get the better of him.

The week is slow and miserable, with your time off work and Sarah at school, you're not sure what to do with yourself for many hours of the days that slowly pass on by. You spend a lot of time reading your books that had sat and collected many layers of dust on the bookshelf in your living room, even taking your little kitten, angel, for walks on a small leash.

You find that as you become moderately okay with being alone, and in the company of naught but a small kitten, time seems to pass by much quicker than it did.

You'd been doting on what you'd wear all week–hell, you were still trying not to think too much about it. Choosing a simple lavender sundress, it was far too hot to wear anything that would stick to your skin. And whatever sin you’ve commited by wearing matching lavender lingerie is no one's business but your own.. Joel wouldn't know anyway.

It couldn't hurt to hope, right? It had been years since you been laid.

“God what the hell is wrong with me?” You murmur to yourself, one hand desperately clutching onto a bottle of red wine, as if you couldn't make it any more awkward. It's 6:50 pm. But you couldn't bare to sit across the damned street in your car a moment longer, your heart ager and anxiety running wild.

Knock, knock. Your hand raps on the hardwood door twice, hands shaking from being so anxious.

As the door opens, Joel grins. “Hey.. you're early.” Taking in his appearance, you can't help but swallow the saliva that had built up in the few seconds you’d spent greedily staring at him. Hell— it was only a brown cotton shirt and a pair of jeans, but he looked incredible.

“I know.. I hope that's okay.” His own eyes take a moment to appreciate your outfit, the perfectly fitting seam of lavender purple that fits snug around your breasts.

“Totally fine, I’m ready in here.. I made you something special.” The grin on his face is cheeky and he takes the bottle of wine from your trembling hands and opens the door wider for you to enter. “Come on in.”

He has absolutely outdone himself, it seemed Joel had managed to clean the entire house in the week coming up to this evening. The house is cleaner than it's ever been, his kitchen is full of colour of fruits and a wonderful aroma swirls around as you walk through the hallway. The counter is a little cluttered with spices and a half drunken can of beer.

“You've absolutely outdone yourself joel.” The compliment seemed to naturally expel from your lips, seeing how he had set the dining table up, in the middle was a simple summer salad and two wine glasses, as if he knew you'd be bringing the wine..

“I would be a terrible host if I didn't have something special in store for you..” As he trails off, the sound of a timer from the kitchen buzzes, and Joel rubs his hands together. “Here, why won't you take a seat?” He pulls the chair out, waiting for you to take the offer, of course you accept, taking a seat and he tucks your chair in.

“Be back in a moment with the food, make yourself comfortable.” The smell is absolutely incredible as Joel steps back out of the kitchen and sets a steaming pan of hot pasta right in front of you, sitting on the seat across from you.

“Jesus, how in the world? I remember all those years ago you couldn't even seem to grasp the concept of avocado toast.”

Joel laughs halfheartedly at your comment. “I wasn't much of a cook back then was I? Always relying on you to use your magic in the kitchen.” He grasps the wine and opens the bottle, pouring you a generous glass. “The fact that you remember that is pretty impressive though. That had to be what.. five or six years ago?”

You can't help but feel embarrassed to be caught out. “I guess I have a knack for remembering things, god.. Sarah would have been barely five back then..”

When you split..

Joel senses the tension in your voice, and serves himself some wine, taking a small sip. “Yeah, she was pretty young back then. It seems like only yesterday that she was a baby..” He takes a small pause as he reminisces. “I always liked when you carried her around in that sling you had for her. Never really understood why you didn't just use a pram..the sling seemed like much more work.”

You let out a small laugh. “I just liked having her close to me, and I hated those goddamn prams so much. I could never figure out how to use the stupid things.”

“Yeah, they were kinda bulky.. I never liked them much either, honestly. Still.. You'd spend like an hour just letting her nap on your chest, you would just carry her around the house.” He lifts the wine glass, his cheeks bare a resemblance to the dark red wine. “I always thought it was kinda adorable.”

The thought makes you stop and think, lifting the glass up to your lips to take a tentative sip. “Do you ever wish we could have a do over?”

He swallows the small amount of wine in his mouth, the smile that was on his face slowly fades. He never thought they would ever speak of this, of their past. He held a lot of guilt, that they fell apart because of him, he was the one who ruined a good thing. Now.. six years later, he had a chance to mend things, maybe even create something new between the two. “Every day.”

The silence hangs in the air between them for a few moments.. “Well.. either way. Sarah turned out wonderful, and that is something we both ought to be proud of.” Your hand meets his own for a brief moment.

Joel can't help but nod in agreement. Sarah was kind, intelligent, thoughtful and empathetic. He couldn't help but feel like Sarah was turning out more like you than him, and he was grateful for it. “But still, I can't help but want.. I don't want a do-over. What we had was good until I screwed it up, I just wish there was some way I could make up for that.”

“Hey—come on now.. You were working overtime back then..trying to keep our heads above water. I didn't.. I didn't understand the sacrifice you were making for our family back then.. You sacrificed a lot, joel..”

Joel looks up at you in surprise when you assure him of his goodwill. In a sense, he's grateful you're defending him, but you’ve always been too kind about the past, too forgiving, he doesn't know if he deserves it. “Yeah I was working a tonne of overtime.. I was trying to save up for a house, I wanted to take care of you both.. Guess it got out of hand.”

You can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as you look around the house that you both raised Sarah in for the first five years of her life.. “You did it Joel, you got the house and.. Now you're starting up your own business. You've come a long way.”

“Sometimes I wonder if it was all worth it, I missed out on a lot of Sarah's younger years in the process… it's not time that I can get back.. and I know it was my own doing.”

“That was your sacrifice.. And it was so she could have a good childhood. That in itself makes you an incredible father. She knows what you did for us, for her, and she loves you.”

Joel knew that much was true, he concedes this as the truth. He couldn't deny that he had an incredible relationship with his daughter. There were many things joel regretted in his life and from the past, but he couldn't recall a single moment of regret when it came to how he chose to raise Sarah.

“I think we're well overdue for some more wine, wouldn't you say?” You grin, nodding toward the bottle, and with a small smirk, Joel complies, filling your glass half full and his own the same.

“That may be true,” he replies playfully. “But I'm still gonna need you to take it easy. I'm not prepared for what you'll be like once you're tipsy.”

“I'll be on my best behaviour.” You grin, almost too mischievously.

“I'm not believing that for a single second. I know you.. as soon as the wine hits, you’re gonna lose your inhibitions and start trying to charm me.”

Rolling your eyes is an appropriate response. “As if I need to try to charm you, Joel Miller.”

“See?” He chuckles, “even now, you're flirting with me.”

You are amused by his tone and can't help but be a smartass. “Hey—this is a date.. Isn't it?”

With genuine amusement in his tone, he laughs. “Well, I suppose it is. But you can't deny that if I keep pouring you this wine, you wont end up in my lap within the half hour?”

“Pour me another glass and find out.” You challenge, setting the now empty glass in front of him.

He raises an eyebrow, but pours you a third glass of wine, handing the glass back to you. “Here you go.” He wonders if he'll be right in his prediction.

You hold the glass up and take a sip, eyes closing momentarily as the warmth slides straight down to your stomach. Silently thanking him.

Joel leans back into his chair, after topping up his own glass that wasn't quite empty yet, watching you with a brightness in his eyes. “You know, even though we haven't been an actual couple in half a decade, it's still nice to be having one of these again.. as strange as that sounds.”

With a raised eyebrow and amusement in your tone. “I dont think its strange at all, I think it's wonderful.”

He hums in response, finally digging into the pasta that had been sitting there since he served it steaming hot off the stove, you follow in tow, deciding that your stomach has somehow made room for the deliciously smelling creamy pasta. You can't help but groan in delight as you chew the creamy pasta. “Fucking delicious.” You mutter.

As the two of you decide to eat, Joel notes that you’re out of wine… “I'll get another bottle.” You insist, seeing that he's digging into his dinner.

You know your way around the kitchen you'd spent years living in, reaching upward for the wine cupboard, it seems you can't quite reach, whispering to yourself.. “Goddamnit.” You don’t realise you’ve been staring at the cupboard for a few minutes until you hear him.

“Having some trouble?” You don't have the nerve to turn around at how husky his voice sounds. He decided to take advantage of the fact that he had disarmed you with his voice alone, and slips up behind you, his chest flush against your back. He doesn't bother to help you reach the wine, instead he wraps his arms around your waist.

You can't help but lean backwards into him, closing your eyes as you lean your head backward into his shoulder. Your heart skips at the sensation of him pulled taut against you, it had been too long since he held you like this.

His hand caresses the side of your neck, and he whispers softly into your ear. “How's the wine treating you baby? Seems like your skin is a little warm..” He teased boldly.

“Who said it's got anything to do with the wine? My handsome ex husband is holding me— I think that calls for some mandatory blushing, does it not?”

Joel chuckles and squeezes you tighter around your hips, his body pressing against yours firmly, your hips pressed against the bench. “Ex-husband… is that what I am to you now?” He asked, smirking.

You can't help but laugh breathlessly. “Legally, yes.”

“Legally, maybe,” he replies, his smirk broadening. “But in my eyes.. Who you truly belong to is not a matter of legality..” He leans in and whispers softly into your ear, his lips tickle the skin. “Just a matter of heart..”

You shudder as his warm breath warms your ears. “Joel Miller, the romantic.”

“What can I say, you bring out the best in me.” He replies softly, lips against your neck, his voice carries a seductive undertone. One hand slides up your arms and he grabs you to spin you around, his eyes boring into you as your back is pushed against the counter, you’re forced to meet his gaze as his hand grips the nape of your neck. “Do you want to know what I really think about you?”

His sudden manoeuvre has her shocked into near silence. “What do you think of me Joel?”

He hesitates, trying to find the right words. He can't mess this up, not with your large and vulnerable eyes watching him. “You're beautiful,” he praised softly. “You have the most kind-hearted soul I've ever known.. You're a wonderful mother… and you’ll be the only one I’ll ever truly want..”

Maybe the wine helped him be bold enough to be truthful in this moment, or oversharing. He felt like this might be the only chance he might have.

“Why did it take half a bottle of wine for you to tell me all this?” You mumble.

Joel goes quiet. He can't help but stare down at you, the smirk on his lips fades, you'd always been able to see through him. “I was scared,” a note of humility in his voice. “Scared that once you knew, you wouldn't want to look at me again. I always thought you were out of my league, ya know? I didn't deserve someone like you…still don't know if I do.”

His self depreciation was never something you would come to accept. “Don't talk like that, Jesus Joel. You really have no idea how much I love you, do you?”

“How can you still love me?” He asks, although he's almost afraid of the answer you'll give. “I hurt you, I let myself drift so far from what mattered..”

“Joel… you've done nothing that isn't worth forgiving,” you promise softly.

Joel can't help himself as he pulls you against him, chest to chest. He holds you tightly, as if it might be the last time…”But that's the problem,” he said softly. “Not that what I did isn’t forgivable…but that it didn't need to happen in the first place. It hurts me just thinking about how much I lost sight of things, but it can't have been worse than how much I must've hurt you…”

Your hands have a mind of their own as they cup his cheeks, making him look down at you. “Now you listen to me, okay? I love you. Things were not easy for us back then.. We were young parents and struggling to pay the bills, parenthood hit us fucking hard and we didnt make it..” You sigh, your eyes full of love and vulnerability. “Hell—I don't even remember half of it… but were here now, we have a chance to make things better than they were, we can start new.”

He nods as he rests his forehead against your own, a small smile on his lips. You easily wipe away any insecurity and self guilt he held for their split. You were right, of course. This wasn't the time to dwell on the past, on what could've been, not when the two of you were here… now, with a brand new start. “Let's try again, huh?” He asks in a low whisper.

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you nod against his own warm skin. “Let's try again…”

His hands are warm as they caress your cheeks, he pulls you into him for a kiss, lips meeting and you're flooded with emotion, all the doubt and uncertainty you both held washed away as soon as your lips connected. The bittersweet aftertaste of wine lingers on your warm lips. He struggled to pull away from you, but he looked down at your loved filled eyes, gazing softly up at him. “God, I've missed that.” He whispers softly.

He brushes a handful of strands of loose hair out of your face, looking down at you, you note his pupils are dilated. “You still take my breath away,” he laughs softly, caressing your cheek.

You flush at his praise. “Trying to get in my good books already?”

He was definitely trying. “You can't fault me for trying, I could really use some brownie points right now, ya know?”

Laughing at his sense of humour, you roll your eyes. “You're a crooked man Joel, and I love it.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?” An amused tone in his voice, his body pressing against your own. He leans down to kiss you again softly, his hands caressing your waist and letting his fingers trail up the side of your torso.

“Of course it's a compliment—other men have their heads on straight and they are just…weird. You're a little crooked, a little weird, and I like that..”

The way you accept his flaws leaves him more in awe of you, he can't complain at how endearing you find his oddities. “And so youre saying it's a good thing that I'm a little unhinged at times?” He chuckles, reaching up under your chin to trace small shapes on the soft skin.

You have a little mischief twinkling in your eyes.. “Oh you know—when you get all angry and protective. Definitely crooked, but so sexy.”

“You find it hot when I get territorial over you?” He couldn't help but laugh at her admission.

The wine flows through you, giving you a sense of boldness. You run a hand down his chest, manicured fingers tickling him through the brown cotton shirt. “Do you remember that time I was on a date with that jackass, I was drunk outta my mind—”

He scowls at the memory of that night, you, his ex-wife on a date with some chump named James. The man had tried to take you home, even though you were inebriated. “Yeah, I do,” he replied with a possessive tone to his voice. “You were wasted, couldn't even walk straight.. But I knew what that animal was thinking, I could see the way he looked at you.”

“All I could remember was how infuriated you were, the sexiest thing I'd ever seen..” Your eyes draw him in, batting your lashes at him.

Joel smirks, a light blush spreading from his neck up his cheeks, to his ears from your comment. “You thought it was sexy huh? I thought I'd lost my shit and went a little overboard..”

You can only shrug, unbothered by his reaction at that time. “Oh—maybe you did, I mean you did beat him to a pulp in that forsaken carpark, didn’t you baby? All for me.”

“That prick needed his ass kicked either way,” he growls. “There was no way I was letting him have you.. Drunk or not, that man crossed a line, and I’d do it all over again.”

Your heart doubles in size, and you can feel your knees weakening. “You'd do it all over again?”

He doesn't hesitate. “I'd do it a thousand times over.. At that moment.. in my mind, you were still my girl, being hit on by some creep. And I wasn't going to let him take you away from me.” He pauses, wondering if his explanation sounded too crazy. “You still meant alot to me.. Even after we split.. You always have.”

You run a finger down his cheek, the coarse hairs of his beard make a sound that sends a tingle down your spine. “What I wouldn't do to see that side of you again.”

Joel tilts his head slightly and takes a moment to ponder your comment. He was surprised to hear you admit how much you loved this dominant and possessive side of him. “That side of me.. You want to see it again, cause I can make it happen, baby girl. Just say the words.”

You couldn't help the way you trembled, sure that the only thing keeping you up right was Joel's hips pressing against your own, back digging into the bench. “Please,” you beg pathetically. His hand reaches up to your neck, holding you by the neck, forcing you to look up at him. He applies a small amount of pressure that has you whimpering.

The way you melt under his possessive gesture was enough for him to feel confident that this side of him was still within reach and you loved it. He leans closer to you and kisses you again, this time more forcefully. He lets his fingers dig into your soft flesh, squeezing firmly while knowing it's not causing you pain or discomfort.

Hearing your squeaking moans, and the way your body seems to relax into him as he takes control of you.. He takes this as motivation to move his lips against yours with a different kind of hunger. Feeding into the darker side of himself, trying to recapture that long-lost side of him that he's lost after letting you walk out of his life.

But he wouldn't let you go, no, not this time. He had his fingers digging into your flesh and his lips moving against yours with so much force, he shoves his tongue into your mouth..

His free hand wanders along your body, feeling the warmth of the wine and from the heat of his touch, your body reacting exactly how it used to, as if no time has passed at all. His hand gropes your breast roughly, squeezing and slipping past the two layers of fabric. He pulls away from your lips, eyes darkening. “Wearing a lace bra just for me, huh baby? Bet you've got a matching set on, don't you?” He growls.

“Y–Yes..” A feeble moan emits from your lips, smothered in his spit. The thought drives him wild, and slides down the straps to your dress and takes in the lavender lace bra you brought specially for tonight. “Fuck, you’re a naughty girl aren’t you?”

When you don't respond, he grabs at your breasts roughly, grasping the soft flesh between his calloused fingers, pinching your nipples harshly, making you cry out in pleasure, it was a sensitive spot for you, one that Joel remembered well.

He leans down, greedily sucking all the sweat off your warm skin, licking and nipping, his teeth biting down into the flesh of your neck, leaving an immediate mark, claiming his stake on you. You were his..

His lips messily kissed your breasts, tongue finally meeting the nipple where he suckled harshly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Do you remember when you were pregnant? Let me drink your milk straight from the source, didn’t you baby? Fuck.. what I wouldn’t give to do that again,” he whimpers against your skin.

Your heart races, running your fingers through his dark hair. He spends his time at your breasts, alternating pleasuring the two, making sure they’re both equally as tended to as the other. “Tits are so fucking perfect baby.” He praises.

His greedy hands trail down your body, the fabric of your dress bunching at his fingers, as he slides them down your legs, he’s on his knees.. face to face with the matching lavender lace panty that covers your pussy. An involuntary moan leaves his lips, he can’t tear his eyes away at the large sopping wet patch in the middle of your panties. “Fucking hell, I can smell your need, you know that?”

Your legs tremble at his sudden growl, he could smell her arousal? The thought embarrassed her. The thought didn’t stay long in her head, he presses his face into your cunt with the panties still on, moaning against you. His large nose bumping your swollen clit through the material, and you let out a whine and curl your fingers through his hair. “Please Joel.. I need more.”

He ignores your pleas for more, licking and sucking you through your panties, he can taste you through them, he’s like an animal being teased through a cage, and he’s painfully hard, teasing the both of you with his devilish antics.

“Fuck Joel! Please!” You beg a little louder, crying out as she tugs on his hair.

Without another moment passing, his thick fingers tear the lace in half, exposing your mound. You didn’t shave, your pubic hair was trimmed but still bush enough for Joel to dive into. His mouth watered, he had always had a preference for hair down there, he’d seen it in pornography magazines growing up, and he fucking desired it ever since.

Women these days are all about shaving, being bare and having brazilians.

Fuck that. This is what Joel needed.

“Fucking hell baby you’re gonna kill me.” He groaned into your cunt. Diving face first, his arms wrap around your ass and pull you tight, his face buried into your cunt as far as he could go.

You stumble and lift one leg over his shoulder, trying to support yourself a little more. It feels impossible though, the way Joel’s tongue dives into your cunt, lapping at the juices you’re giving him, pushing his tongue as far into your hole as he can reach. His hawkish nose presses into your clit and you feel your legs trembling, like you’re about to topple over.

“Joel..” you warn breathlessly. You’re close, so fucking close.

“Cum for me baby. Fuck.. please.” Suddenly he was the one begging, on his knees lapping at your cunt, whining against you. Feeling him beg against you was all it took for you to come undone.. your legs buckle and you tremble above him, clutching onto his shoulder, as you cry out, your clit tingles with pleasure as Joel slowly rolls his tongue against it, trying to string out your orgasm.

He laps you up, all of you, not letting a single drop go to waste, his eyes are black with desire and his face is glistening with you, smeared all over his face, finally, he rises to his feet. “Turn around baby girl.” He orders, his voice husky from your slick.

You can do nothing but comply, he shoves you against the counter, your hips against the cold wood. You can hear him, his breaths are quick, he’s frantically unbuckling his belt, tying the brown leather around your wrists..

You feel his hard cock against your ass, and your eyes widen, forgetting how big he was, did he get bigger?

With one hand he pushes you down onto the bench so you’re lying, face down. “That’s it angel. You’re so fucking sweet, aren’t you baby?” He praises senselessly, the swollen tip of his cock meets your hole and you squeak out, he stretches you, beyond what you ever remembered. “J-Joel.” You whine and inhale sharply, face still pressed against the cold countertop, arms bound behind your back and his throbbing thick cock pushing inside of you, you’re helpless, completely at his mercy and you fucking love it.

Your cunt can testify the fact, it’s dripping, all over Joel, he pushes himself into the hilt of you and groans loudly, a loud grunt leaving his lips. One hand holds you flat against the counter, the other holds your bound arms at his chest.

He slowly starts to thrust, legs quaking with desire, he knows he won’t last long, fuck, he’s never had a pussy so perfect, not after you, all he knows is the warmth of you, your perfectly tight hole, sucking him in deeper.

Your moans are loud, but muffled by your cheeks squished against the counter, you can almost feel him in your ribs, with every thrust it feels like you’re running out of oxygen. Strangled gasps leave your lips as your pussy clenches around him, threatening to spill over a second time..

Joel can feel it, the way you grip him, he knows he won’t last, he grunts as he presses himself flush against you, your arms behind your back hinder his need to be closer to you, but this way.. he wraps his hand around your neck, bringing you upright, flush to his chest.

“Fuck, that’s it baby.” He growls, his cock pummels into you mercilessly, and now you’re free to cry out as loud as you can.

“Joel.. Joel.. I’m.. I..” you stutter, in between moans, your cunt clenching around him. You tense up as you orgasm a second time, creaming all over his throbbing cock.

He brings you totally upright, his hand tightening around your throat. “Fuck baby.. I’m gonna cum.. fill this perfect pussy up.” He whimpered into your ear, biting down on your neck.

You can feel him tensing, seconds later.. heavy and warm ropes of his cum spurt so far into your womb you whimper, knowing that he’s sure to get you knocked up.. again. He lets out the most obnoxious grunting as he pants heavily into your ears.

“Joel.. fuck I’m.. not on birth control.” You whimper. He keeps his cock inside of you, until he softens and pulls out of you, untying the belt that restrained your hands, as your hands fall limply by your sides, he kisses your shoulders, knowing there’s ought to be an ache.

“Good. Maybe we can have a do over after all, hm?” He murmurs softly, kissing the back of your neck. His hands find their way down to your stomach, caressing it softly. “Wouldn’t hurt to have just one more.. would it?”

After all, Joel Miller was a possessive man, a greedy man. You would bare as many children as he wished, because you weren’t ever going anywhere again. You were his.

“Might as well marry me again while you’re at it.” You tease breathlessly.

He hums against your skin, his forehead resting on the back of your shoulder. “Already thinkin’ bout it baby.”

Because Joel Miller wouldn’t let you get away, not this time.

#young Joel miller #hbo Joel miller #Joel miller smut #Pedro pascal #Joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #Joel miller x you #Joel miller #the last of us

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notsunnyowo · 14 days

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Iᖴ YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗷEᗩT TᕼEᗰ - ᒍOIᑎ 'Eᗰ

ᑭᗩᖇT 2

Part 1

Summary: After experiencing the thrill of being flustered for the first time - Satoru Gojo decides he needs to feel it again

Content: Fluff, Flirt! Gojo, Female! Reader (AFAB), Teen! Gojo x Teen! Reader (Reader is the same age as Gojo)

Word Count: 631

Satoru Gojo was on a mission.

Get the pretty new girl in his class to flirt back with him.

Ever since getting a taste of what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the flirting game, Satoru was hooked.

He desperately needed to feel the same emotions the new girl had somehow managed to stir within him.

And he was going to get what he wanted.

He always did.

And so- That's how his 'mission' started.

After that fateful day in your classroom, Satoru stepped up his game. He was a determined young fella. One that, when he set his mind to something, did everything in his power to obtain his goal.

Yet despite Satoru's persistence, you didn't seem to be doing what he was hoping for so desperately. That, however, didn't necessarily mean that his actions weren't getting to you. You hadn't even realized it when you started to actually enjoy his flirting attempts.

"Oh? What's this?" Satoru chirped, large frame shifting as he looked down at you. "You, giving me the time of day?" He grinned. Earlier that day, Satoru had come to you with another cheezy pick-up line and you'd actually giggled at it. To say that the young sorcerer was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was on cloud nine. "What's changed?" He cooed, tone dropping an octave as he continued. "Finally admit I'm hot as hell?~" Looking back at him, you tried to hold your serious expression, you really did, but there was something about the way Satoru had you practically pinned against the wall made your expression falter. You could feel the rosy blush slowly climbing up your neck, threatening to tint your checks with its vibrant rosy color. "You wish." Your reply was short, for you feared that if you were to continue speaking Gojo might notice the falter in your voice. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart thumped faster with each passing moment you spent so close to him. Letting out an amused chuckle Satoru teased. "You're such a bad liar, sweetcheeks." Gently raising a hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him he continued. "You know I've been trying to date you for how long..? -Think it's been around six months." He said referring to somewhere in the beginning of the school year. "And yet, you're still givin' me the cold shoulder." God he was so close. Way too close. "What's a guy gotta do to get a date with you huh?" His words were so smooth, rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. You'd think they were some rehearsed lines for a romance movie. As your eyes met with his, you could feel the way your body reacted to him. The way goosebumps traveled across your torso to your arms, not to mention the way heat rushed to your cheeks. Fuck it. "That's what you want?" You asked, shooing his hand away from your face. "Fine then. You can take me out on a date this weekend." Did he hear that right? Did you really just agree to go out on a date with him? And that easily?? There it was again. That familiar warm feeling in his chest. Satoru looked back at you, his checks involuntarily turning a soft shade of pink. If you only knew the things you did to him. "Pick you up at seven, sweetcheeks." Quickly composing himself the young man took a step back from you. And with that he left, mostly because Satoru wasn't sure how much longer he could hold his excitement in him and not let it show. Meanwhile you were left there staring at his retreating form, with an amused smile on your lips. "Let's see what you've got, Satoru Gojo."

Author Note:

Wrote this while I was supposed to be sleeping so it might not be the best-

Regardless I hope you had fun reading! :)

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talaok · 8 months

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The mission

Pairing: Joel miller x reader

Summary: Joel is the boss of a group of criminals in the QZ, and you're his little bunny everyone knows better than to look at, and this time, you wanna help him on a mission.

warnings: smut| the tiniest smudge of fingering, unprotected p in v sex, exhibitionism (yes again. dont look at me) and of course daddy kink

this is the fourth part to this but it can be read alone

"you want to what!?"

"I wanna help" you repeated, leaning back on his desk so you were right in front of where he was sitting.

"no"

"but-"

"absolutely not" he shook his head, not even listening to what you had to say.

You raised an eyebrow, getting ready to stand your ground.

"You need me" you said, making him look up at you, a mix of anxiety and frustration fogging his eyes.

"How would you even know?"

"David told me what you're planning to do"

You watched his fingers grip the edge of his chair to try and relieve some anger.

Fucking David. He was gonna have to teach him a lesson later.

"Still. We don't need you"

You huffed, crossing your arms,

"You need someone to distract the guard"

His eyes shut for a moment as he shrugged

"I've got plenty of men who can do that"

A smug smirk tugged at your lips at his words "And that's exactly the problem"

You watched his brow arch in puzzlement

"You've got men" you explained "But what you need is a woman"

A chuckle fled his lips at your feeble attempt at convincing him "A man can distract a guard just fine, sweetheart"

"Yes" you agreed "But I could do it much better"

He leaned back in his chair, watching you closely.

"you could" he conceded "but not only would you distract the guard, but all my men. Me included"

You had to roll your eyes at that.

That must have been the worst excuse you'd ever heard

"You know I would be good at it" you continued

"I know you would, baby, but you know I can't let you do that" he said, gentler now as his hand reached for your waist to draw slow patterns on it "You're too important, I can't let anything happen to you"

"but nothing has to happen to me, I just gotta distract a guard"

"it's still dangerous" he shook his head, "You've gotta understand baby, I-"

"please" you pouted, looking down at him with the best doe eyes you could muster

"bunny, I can't-"

That hadn't worked, so you had to retort to the only method you knew was fool-proof.

"please" you murmured again, placing your hands on his shoulder as you straddled his lap.

"please Daddy, just this once" you whispered, gently kissing his cheek before making your way to his neck.

"bunny..." he groaned, as his hands betrayed him and reached for your waist "I know what you're doing"

"'m not doing anything" you lied, going as far as grinding your core against his crotch while you kissed him right below his ear "I promise I'll be good"

"fuck- baby this ain't fair" he groaned again, his cock hardening in his jeans

"please daddy" you whimpered, passing a hand through his hair in that way you knew he loved "I'll do whatever you tell me to do" you promised "I'll follow all your instructions" The way your hot breath tickled his skin made him want to forget about everything and just take you right there and them "I'll be real good for you daddy"

And that was it.

He was 100% aware of having just been manipulated, but fuck- if you asked him with that sweet voice of yours, he would have agreed to jump off a cliff without a second thought.

"fuck me- fine" he sighed, inhaling your heavenly scent, as his fingers started already infiltrating underneath your top "But you're gonna do everythin' I tell you to do, ok? I don't wanna hear a single complaint"

Your grin resembled one of a child in a candy store

"yes daddy"

"and I know you don't like 'em but I'm givin' you a gun" he spoke, his attention not on your eyes but on your tits as he groped them underneath the fabric "we'll go over the basics again later" he spoke, before his gaze found yours, suddenly serious.

"and bunny, if anything goes wrong... if even one thing isn't how it's supposed to be, you run." he said "You get the fuck out of there, I don't care if it gets me and all my men killed. You save yourself first, we clear?"

You had to bite down the huge grin spreading on your face to try and at least look like you weren't jumping out of your skin in the excitement.

"Yes daddy" you nodded

"good" he murmured "Now c'mere you fuckin' smartass"

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Joel had prepared you for the mission like you were about to go to war, you don't think he'd ever gone that long talking to you without touching some part of your body, and yet he'd spent a whole hour explaining to you what was gonna happen, and how everything was gonna proceed and most importantly, how no matter what, you had to "save yourself first"

But it was dumb really, your job was to do what you'd learned to do since you hit puberty: flirting with men to get what you want.

There's not a lot of ways a girl can survive on her own in a post-apocalyptic world, so the moment you understood the power you and your body held, you started using it to your advantage.

Which is why your task was a walk in the park.

The guard had forgotten all about what he was paid to do, which was paying attention to the security footage, from the moment you walked in, and all you needed to do was to put on a small little skirt and smile at everything he said.

There's only one thing men like more than a woman: a woman in distress.

Which is why you had made up this whole story about being new to the QZ and having gotten lost.

But hey thankfully, you'd stumbled upon this Fedra building and found "such a handsome, smart-looking man" that was more than eager to help you.

Joel and his crew had all the time in the world to steal whatever it was they were stealing, all the while you had fun.

You hadn't felt this ecstatic in years

You were basically skipping as you walked out of the building.

"there you are" you watched Joel breathe a sigh of relief as you walked over to where he was leaning on a black car "you got me scared for a moment bunny"

You frowned, peeking at the watch he'd insisted you wore.

"I was only one minute late"

He shook his head, grabbing your waist with both his hands to force you flush against him "and it was enough" he murmured, ignoring the fact that his whole crew was standing right beside you, and leaning in to kiss you as if he hadn't seen you for days.

You melted right into him, softly whimpering in his mouth when one of his hands traveled lower to grab one of your asscheeks.

You grinned widely as he leaned away, and he couldn't help but smile too watching that look on your face.

"get inside the car" he murmured, leaving another quick kiss on your lips before getting out of the way to open the door for you.

Surprisingly, he wasn't driving this time.

Just as you bent down to get inside, you heard him bark behind you at someone to his right "The fuck are you looking at?"

"N-nothing boss, I'm sorry"

Joel didn't answer, he only removed his hand from where he held his gun and got inside the car with you, shutting the door behind him.

You watched through the windshield, as the poor guy put a hand on his chest, probably checking if it was still beating.

"you scared him" you half scolded, half cooed as you wasted no time scooting closer to him

A soft smirk pulled at his lips as his thumb reached for your cheek to stroke it

"what a shame" he murmured, kissing you.

As the kiss heated, his tongue infiltrating into your mouth as you moaned into his, you felt his hands take hold of your waist to guide you on top of him, and you gladly complied.

"hey there" you smiled

"hey b-"

An awkward cough made its way to both his ears

"Should I... give you some space?" the guy at the wheel asked.

Funny, you hadn't even noticed he was there.

"who's gonna drive the car if you do that?" Joel huffed a laugh

"I just though-"

"start driving" Joel interrupted, already focused on you again "and keep your eyes on the road"

"yes boss"

And just like that, the car was moving.

"You don't mind Pike being here do you bunny? he's very discreet"

"I don't mind daddy" you murmured, not resisting anymore as you latched your mouth to that irresistible neck of his.

Just like every time you were in his arms, his scent and warmth wrapped around you like magic.

"good" he smiled, losing himself in your touch for a moment before he remembered something.

"What was the guy's name bunny?"

"mh?" you frowned, looking up at him confused.

"the guard, darlin', what was his name?"

You arched a brow as your left hand went to his hair as you inspected his face.

"why?" you asked suspiciously

"I'll need to take care of him"

"Daddy he didn't do anything wrong" you whispered, trying to reason with him.

"he looked at you didn't he?"

you couldn't help but roll your eyes "he needed to look at me to be able to talk to me"

"yeah but I'm sure he was doing a lot more than talking in that brain of his"

"daddy" you murmured, as your index finger traced his jaw "you can't kill every guy I come across on every mission "

"every mission? who said this is happening again?" he tilted his head, a soft amusement shining in his eyes

"I did"

"oh bunny," he smiled as he shook his head" this was a one-time thing"

But you both knew it really wasn't up to him.

Yes, he was his crew's boss, but you were the boss's boss.

"we'll see" You shut him up, crashing your mouth with his in a frenzy of clashing teeth and tongues.

The mission had gotten you so worked up you'd been wet since he first kissed you.

You couldn't help but grind on him to relieve some of the tension that had created between your thighs, before losing your patience and just deciding to get to the real thing.

He was groping your ass with one hand while the other busied itself with your tits when your left hand sneaked down his torso to find that hard tent straining from his jeans.

"Actually..." he breathed, as you undid his belt as quickly as you could "If this is what you going on missions gets me, I think I might have to take back what I said "

You let out a small giggle at that, "I thought you might say that"

He smiled too, but his mouth was back on yours as quickly as it had parted, tasting all that you would give him.

You made quick work of his zipper, and eagerly freed his cock from his boxers, making him groan loudly.

"fuck bunny" he breathed, glancing down to where you were stroking his cock with those heavenly soft hands of yours.

The fact that Pike was not even two meters away from you wasn't remotely crossing your minds.

You mimicked him and looked down at his manhood, and god it looked so delicious, but as much as you wanted a taste there wasn't really that much space for maneuver in the back of this car, and to be completely honest there was also the fact that your pussy had been screaming for any type of attention for some time now so-

"spit"

You hadn't even realized his hand was in front of your mouth, but the moment you did, you complied.

You watched as that same now spit-filled hand made its way underneath your skirt and panties in no time.

He slathered the liquid all around your folds, making you squirm uncontrollably, before, without any type of warning, plunging two of his thick fingers deep inside your heat.

"daddy!"

"she's ready" he decided, continuing to watch you as you slowly raised yourself to sink down on his cock.

"o-oh my god" you whimpered as your head fell to the crook of his neck.

He was stretching you so good... and god, but he was so deep

"fuck baby" he groaned, both his hands now on your ass to squeeze it however he pleased, "feel fucking perfect"

You softly smiled at that, kissing up his neck as you started moving with the help of his hands, which guided your movements a bit.

"I was good wasn't I?" you whispered onto his pulse point, before gently sucking on it

"the best" he promised, groaning a bit as you fastened your pace "my precious little bunny" he praised into your ear "always such a good girl"

The sound that was spreading around the car was filthy, but all either of you could think about was the other.

Your fingers were grabbing at the hair at the nape of his neck, while your other hand was grasping his shoulder for dear life as you bounced up and down on his cock.

"jesus you're so tight sugar" he groaned as you bit down on a spot on his neck "So perfect" he continued, watching you pleasure yourself on his dick "So beautiful"

Your clit was grinding against his crotch and it was only making you reach your climax faster

"and so fucking smart" he murmured "You're amazing bunny, you really are"

what before were soft breathy moans whispered in his ear, had now quickly evolved to higher and louder cries that were making poor Pike want to die.

"f-fuck daddy" you whimpered, leaning your forehead onto his to look at him in the eyes

"you coming bunny?"

"mh-mh" was all you could muster

"yeah? then come for me baby" he ordered "Come around my cock"

And just like that, You did, you came, screaming his name at the top of your lungs as your movements got more and more sloppy

"Thank you daddy" was the only coherent sentence that came out of your mouth as your orgasm took over your body

"Whatever you want bunny" he promised, watching mesmerized as you came apart before him "fuck-whatever you want, you know that"

And you did know that, because as he'd proven times and times again, for you, there wasn't one thing he wouldn't do.

if you wanna read more of Bunny and Joel → here

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mysteryshoptls · 2 months

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SSR Epel Felmier - Club Wear Voice Lines

When Summoned: If ya think you can stop my shot, then try stoppin' it!

Summon Line: Once we're out on the field, seniority don't mean a thing! I'm gonna fight for a starting spot on the team!

Groooovy!!: Haah, haah... Don't care how hard it gets, I ain't ever givin' up. We'll definitely win!

Home: Better not underestimate me.

Home Idle 1: Back when I first joined the club, no one took me seriously, but ever since I blocked a shot with my face during one of our matches, I think everyone sees me in a different light.

Home Idle 2: I think I'll make some Harveston honeyed apples for our next match. That'll definitely be tastier than lemons!

Home Idle 3: Even after a rough day of practicin', all us first years hafta put away all the equipment... Maaan, I wish I wasn't a freshman.

Home Idle - Login: I used to always hope to play Magical Shift someday, ya know. It's just so awesome to be able to clench victory together alongside the team!

Home Idle - Groovy: I want to practice shooting the disc, but it's such a pain having to go grab it after each throw... Oh man, if only there was someone who could lend me a hand～

Home Tap 1: Leona-san's advice is always so spot on! Just wish he'd show up to practice more to see how I'm working on everything.

Home Tap 2: Ruggie-san's passes usually come out of nowhere, which keeps us on our toes. I've run into the disc a buncha times during practice 'cause of that.

Home Tap 3: I always wear goggles when flying to keep the wind and dust clouds outta my eyes. Just wearin' it gets me pumped up. I look so cool with these on!

Home Tap 4: Back home, I'd help pick the apples by flyin' up on a broom. Maybe all that weaving through the tree branches is comin' in handy for Magical Shift.

Home Tap 5: Eh? I have a sunburn!? Oh no, and Vil-san was telling me I need to be careful while practicing outdoors...!

Home Tap - Groovy: I gotta learn to stay calm even if I get hit with the worst foul during a game. Can you smack talk me a little so I can practice?

Duo: [EPEL]: I got a plan in mind, Ruggie-san! [RUGGIE]: Countin' on ya, Epel-kun!

Requested by @amourteddyst.

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #ruggie bucchi #twst epel #twst ruggie #twst translation #twst club wear #mention: leona #mention: ruggie #mention: vil

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megamindsecretlair · 8 months

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Girlll... i cant get outta my mind the idea of tyrone fkn his girl soo good and deep.. like it’s so emotionally relieving this nigga damn near givin out free therapy

her tearful eyes rolling back while she chants “where u been all my life”

They both sprunggg. and ofc tyrone’s smug ass is flattered & making it worse by hitting that spot over and over. Talking sweet but so dirty & taking over all her senses <33 oooh

A/N: Couldn't get this ask outta my mind so sorry to the ones that came before!! I guess I never updated ya'll. My bad LOL. I hadn't expected the last Tyrone fic to be the last before my vacation. I'm baack. But came back with a nasty cold. So I'm not sure when fics will resume full time, but this was too good to pass up! Thanks for trusting me with it, I hope I did it justice! I wanted it to be a drabble but just kept going. There's worst problems to have so I won't complain. Also, more apologies to the Tyrone asks. I've started Snowfall soooo Franklin Saint fics incoming! This taglist is getting so huge! Thank you! If you want to be added/removed, let me know! Make sure your ages are in your bios, I won't tag empty blogs.

Worship

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Praise kink. Use of n-word. FLUFF. Soft Tyrone.

Summary: *see ask* Date night turns a little steamy.

Word Count: 3,251k

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There was no special occasion. The stars aligned for you to have a rare night with nothing to do. Tyrone didn’t have anywhere to be that night. He took you out to dinner and you had so much fun getting ready for him.

You threw on the dress from the back of your closet that you had been saving. Took your time with your makeup and hair. The anticipation made it a treat. You had been out with Tyrone before, but tonight felt good.

At dinner, conversation flowed naturally. It was easy and Tyrone made you laugh more than you had before. You laughed to the point that the other dinner patrons gave you scathing looks. But you and Tyrone only had eyes for each other.

It has always been like that between you two. Your eyes found each other across rooms or down the aisles in stores. Tyrone pretended to hate running errands with you. But you had a sneaking suspicion that he liked the domestic shit. He liked when something caught your eye and you’d run back to him bouncing on your toes, giving him puppy eyes, and asking him to buy things for you.

You hated asking for shit. He tried to break you of that habit. You still didn’t like it so you compromised with little shit you found in stores like fuzzy socks or a new stuffed toy.

After dinner, Tyrone was in no hurry to rush you back home. Instead, he took you to the Venice pier and you walked along the boardwalk at sunset. The California sun was lazily slipping below the horizon and people were still trying to hawk their wares before it got too late and the cops came around.

People skated in the park and other couples were walking along. The storefronts had people rushing in and out. Tyrone held your hand and listened to you babble about anything that popped into your head. The annoying neighbors, the yard needed fixing, your stupid ass coworkers.

“One of these days, I’ma convince you to let me take care of you,” Tyrone said. He pulled you into him and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. This close to the beach, a chill spread from the breeze off of the ocean.

“You already take care of me,” you said. Tyrone kissed your cheek.

“More. I know you hate that job,” he said.

And you did. You had been together for a while, but there were still some things you were too proud to accept. “Being taken care of” wasn’t in your vocabulary. You were learning. You needed more time. And Tyrone was content to wait…mostly.

You looked up and found yourself on the long stretch of road in between Santa Monica and Venice. Under the pier, Tyrone stopped and slipped off his kicks. You took off your sandals and you trudged along the sandy beach until you were stepping into the icy water. Your feet sank into the wet sand and squished in between your toes.

Tyrone stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed his chin on your shoulder and inhaled your sweet perfume. He kissed your neck. He stepped into you until no part of your backside didn’t touch his front. And you noticed that he was a little excited.

“I’m always excited around your sexy ass,” he whispered in your ear.

You giggled and shook your head. It amazed you that you were still so needy for each other. You were needy for each other’s time, touch, and words. You stood and watched the horizon.

Oranges, pinks, and purples meshed and collided to form a painting in the sky. The few seagulls flying around were trying to scavenge leftover food from asshole tourists and LA natives. The salty air was refreshing and cool.

“I want to give you the universe, baby,” he said with a sigh.

You rubbed his hand around your waist. “You already give me so much,” you said.

Both of your tones were soft and wistful. This moment required a certain reverence for some reason. The joining of two people so madly in love that it hurt to contain it. On more than one occasion, you found yourself out of breath with how much you were in love with this man.

“Sometimes I feel like it’s not enough,” he said.

You turned around in his arms until you could look into his dark brown eyes. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders.

“You know that I love you for you, not for what you give me. You are enough for me,” you said.

Tyrone smirked and kissed you. You thought it was going to be a little peck but he captured your lips with his and kept exploring your mouth. His tongue licked your lips and pressed inside. He swallowed your sighs and held you closer, his arms tightening around you.

He withdrew from your lips slowly, reluctantly. He rubbed his nose against yours. “I fuckin’ love you,” he said.

“I fuckin’ love you. Take me home, Tyrone,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled and kissed you again, stepping close until you felt his noticeable bulge. “Shit, I’on know if I can make it that far,” he said.

You giggled against his lips. He said shit like that until he had you folded like a lawn chair and had cum at least three times.

Tyrone pulled away from you and brought his hand up to caress your cheek. How did you get so lucky to find this man? This man radiated love and strength with every dip of his lean as he walked and the set of his shoulders. He took every one of your insecurities about being a thick girl and mildly shy and tossed them in the wind. You felt him. You never questioned his love.

Yet and still, you didn’t know what you did to luck out on him. You thanked whoever was listening that you got to enjoy him for as long as possible.

Tyrone dusted as much sand off of your legs as he could manage. You walked back to the car with anticipation building in between you like a living thing. Tyrone kept touching you. Finding ways to “stabilize you” and “make sure you’re straight”. He’d pull you into his side to step around a tiny ass rock or pull you closer to whisper something nasty in your ear.

“I can’t wait to taste between your legs. Bet that pussy ready for me, ain’t it?”

“Tyrone!” You’d say and squeeze his hand. Your cheeks would burn and your heart would skip a beat.

“Tell me she ready for me,” he whispered against your neck.

“You get on my nerves!” You couldn’t form the words. Of course you were ready for him. Every time you saw him, your panties were instantly soaked and hot. Tyrone licked your neck and you giggled.

“Boy, focus on gettin’ us home!” Tyrone laughed and you made it to the car. He had towels in his trunk so that you didn’t have to get sand absolutely everywhere. He knelt on the ground and cleaned off your legs one by one, smirking up at you while he played with your feet.

You swatted at his head and giggled. Tyrone cleaned off his legs as well and you climbed into his car. Tyrone sped all the way home, rubbing your leg with one hand while his other stayed on the steering wheel.

You felt like you were going to crawl out of your skin with need. Everything was in hyperfocus. The bright street lights took on a hazy hue blending between the golden lights and reds and greens of the traffic light.

Blessedly, you made it home. Tyrone barely pulled into the driveway before he was opening the door for you and yanking you out of the car. Your giggles mixed with his huffs as he slammed the car door and pulled you into the house.

You were apart for half a second while he closed and locked the door. Then his hands were searching for yours in the dark, your lips seeking each other. Your kisses were rushed, hurried, needy.

He pushed you into your bedroom, forcing you to walk backwards. But you weren’t scared. You trusted him to guide you.

He turned on the light and it stung your eyes for a bit. You blinked a few times until you could see the raw desire in his eyes.

His breaths were coming so fast that you saw the rise and fall of his chest. “Turn around,” he said.

You turned as he said. He stepped close and his warm breaths fanned over the back of your neck. It raised goosebumps on your flesh.

He unzipped your dress and let it slide over your skin until it pooled on the floor. He sucked in a sharp breath as it revealed your black lingerie set. A simple bra and panties but there were strategically set lacy parts that were like peek-a-boo windows.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said.

“Sweet talker,” you said with a giggle.

“I’m serious ‘bout that shit,” he said.

He spun you around and kissed you. He took off his jacket and his black T-shirt and then rejoined your lips. His jeans went next until it was just his dark boxer briefs. Fuck, he was beautiful. Thick. He had a beautiful ass, strong thighs, and a wide chest.

Tyrone slipped your panties off and groaned at how some parts clung to you. Cool air kissed your pussy and you shivered. With no warning, Tyrone pushed you onto the bed and spread your legs.

You yelped as your ass hung off of the bed. He knelt on the floor and threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading your further. He bit his lip as he looked at your pussy.

“I’m the luckiest nigga in the world,” he said.

He suckled on your pussy, immediately catching on your clit and you cried out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you yelled.

You weren’t prepared at all. You had no idea how fast he was going to devour you. Tyrone always kept you guessing. Sometimes it was fast, sometimes it was slow. Your fingers dug into your bed sheets as he fully supported the lower half of you.

That annoying voice in the back of your head wanted to protest. He couldn’t support all of you.

You told that voice to shut the fuck up and enjoy his lips on you. You moaned as he swirled his tongue. In no time at all, you were already cumming on his tongue with a loud cry.

“Oh shit,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled and nuzzled the top of your pussy, kissing you there. “Mhm, that was too quick. Gimme another one,” he said.

“But–”

Tyrone went back to flicking your clit with his tongue. You were still sensitive from your quick orgasm and your hand flew to his head to push. Tyrone flattened his tongue and licked you from entrance to clit.

“Move yo fuckin’ hand,” he growled and returned to eating you out. That didn’t even seem the proper term. You moved your hand but you wanted to put it back. He added a finger to push inside you. Then he added two and pumped it into you while he continued to lick, suck, and slurp up all your juices.

You were cumming again, cursing and squirming. Tyrone kissed your thighs as you wiggled and writhed beneath him. He nipped the skin between your thigh and pussy and you jerked. He laughed evilly as he stood up.

“Let me see them titties,” he said.

“Tyrone, please, I can’t move,” you said.

“The hell you can’t. C’mon beautiful,” he said. He grabbed your hands and made you sit up. You were boneless and leaned forward to lean your forehead against his stomach. He smelled so damn clean and sexy. He chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck.

You kissed his stomach as you took forever to slip off your bra. “Mmm,” Tyrone moaned as you bared yourself to him.

You scooted further up the bed so that he could climb on. “I ever tell you how fuckin’ sexy you are?” Tyrone asked.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

He chuckled. Your body was sensitive to the touch and the bastard knew it. He kissed your belly, licked your stretch marks, and settled in between your legs. He kissed and bit his way to your nipples.

You jerked beneath him with a hiss. “Shit,” you said.

“So. Fuckin’. Sexy,” Tyrone said. With each word, he kissed your titties. After he spoke, he laved his tongue around your nipple and sucked hard enough to make you buck off of the bed.

“I promise, I’ll give you everything,” he said. He kissed his way up your skin until he got to your neck. He paid special attention to kissing your neck and licking your pulse point. You ran your hands over his back and neck, rubbing the back of his, and playing with his thick braids.

“I want to give you a real home, baby. Buy you everything you need,” he said. He kissed up your jaw and kissed you.

“Tyrone,” you whispered against his lips.

“I want to make you comfortable. I only wanna see you smile,” he said.

“You already make me the happiest woman ever,” you said. You tugged on his braids until he leaned up and looked into your eyes.

“I’m so happy already, Tyrone,” you said.

He gave you that rare sexy smile. Where he smiled wide and it transformed his face. Your heart shattered. He killed you with that smile.

“I can’t help it. You make me wanna be a better man,” he said. He kissed you, cutting off whatever you were going to say.

As you kissed, his hands explored your body. He rubbed and kneaded your beasts. He squeezed your nipples to the point of pain and then rubbed the sting away. He grasped your waist and slipped his hands around your ass. He grunted and massaged your booty.

You moaned and brought your legs up to wrap around his hips. “Mhm,” he said. He pushed your legs until your knees almost hit your shoulders.

His hand worked at his briefs until he was able to free himself. The tip of his dick gathered up your arousal and pushed inside of you. “Fuuuuck,” you moaned.

He sank in inch by inch with a clipped moan. He kept eye contact as he slid home and you opened your mouth but no sound came out. He stole the air from your lungs like a nasty thief. “Breathe baby,” he commanded.

You panted. You couldn’t get a full breath. He stopped sliding in. A smirk played on his lips while you adjusted to his size.

“Dammit,” you struggled to say.

“Relax, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He kissed you, pressing his tongue inside.

Your nails dug into his shoulder while you tried to accommodate him. Tyrone kissed his way to your ear.

“I know you want this dick, so quit fuckin’ playing with me.”

His deep voice and nasty words made you clench around him and he slid in more. He chuckled and kissed your ear. “You like it when I talk nasty, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Pussy so fuckin’ tight. Open up, baby. Let me give you all of it,” he said. He licked the shell of your ear and you moaned.

Tyrone pushed his hips in and he stretched you out. “With yo pretty ass. I’m so fuckin’ lucky to be with you,” he said.

You took a deep breath and managed a weak laugh. “I’m the lucky one. You make me feel so good,” you said.

Tyrone bottomed out and hit some spot inside of you that made you bow your back and cry out. “There’s my fuckin’ spot. My girl need that shit deep, don’t you?”

He was impossibly deep. It felt like he was in your heart. You were practically folded in half. Tyrone pulled out and then slid back in faster. For every slide out, he came back in twice as hard and made you cry out each time.

“Oh fuck, Tyrone. Wait!” You said. He was bouncing you so hard, that the top of your head grazed the headboard. It didn’t hurt, but if he slammed any harder, he’d send you through the wall. The thought alone made your pussy clench around him and he groaned. You brought a hand up to brace against the headboard and protect your head.

“Can’t,” Tyrone said. He placed his hands on the back of your thighs as leverage and slammed into you over and over. He pounded relentlessly.

You cried. “Please, please,” you chanted over and over. The hand not on the headboard was pushing at his chest. But not to push him away. Just to steady you and match his rhythm.

“Fuck, missed this. Missed you. Missed my pussy,” he said in between grunts. His eyes were locked on yours. On your expressions and pathetic whining. Sweat beaded on his head and ran down the side of his face, disappearing into his light beard.

“Tyrone…” your voice was breathless. Your throat burned from your harsh breaths.

“So fuckin’ beautful. Look how you take my dick. You takin’ all of it. ‘Cause you deserve it, don’t you, baby?”

“I’m…” You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. You saw an entire universe of stars in the back of your eyelids. Tears ran down your cheeks. Your body tensed before you exploded and shattered. Your body broke apart, came back together, and ripped apart again.

Tyrone was saying something but you couldn’t hear him. Your moans drowned out all sound. Tyrone kept pumping into you as if he was truly trying to fuck you through the wall. He joined you and unloaded inside of you. He pumped you full of him and the filthy squelching was like its own music.

Tyrone stayed inside of you and moved every so often. You were surprised that he was still hard. He rotated his hips and you moaned, pushing at his chest.

“Where have you been all my life,” you cried. Your legs were still pressed against your chest. It should hurt. But Tyrone knew your limits. And he wasn’t done wringing every last orgasm out of you tonight.

“Prayin’ for you,” he said. His lips hovered over yours so that they were touching but not fully kissing.

You couldn’t take anymore. He was too sweet. Too perfect. He gave and gave and you didn’t know how you could repay him for everything. For healing things inside of you that you hadn’t realized were broken. For seeing all the cracks inside of you and pouring love into them.

You shook and cried and he kissed your cheeks. He kissed them both, alternating between the two. You were sure he tasted the saltiness of your tears but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed them anyway, looking into your eyes. Right when you stopped moaning, he’d move his hips and remind you that you were still connected. Still joined. That his cum was still oozing out of you, aided by your arousal.

“I will protect you as long as I breathe, baby. You’re mine, forever,” he said. Then he kissed you and proved for the rest of the night that you were his.

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minispidey · 5 months

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01: Barbie's Dreamhouse.

Joel Miller x f!bimbo!reader. series masterlist. next part.

01. Flamingo Pink.

warnings: death of your granny, grumpy joel, hyperfeminine reader, uses (Y/N) once, bimbo has boobas and wears a skimpy outfit, suggestive. not beta read (english is not my first language).

summary: you run into some complications while you try to adjust to your new home, good thing a hot dilf was around.

2.2k words.

Joel was cautious in trusting people, but his perception changed when he met a nearby neighbor named Mags, a sweet old lady with shiny gray hair and a welcoming smile. It was just a simple job: fixing leaks, clearing out the clogs, and finishing with some freshly baked oatmeal cookies. Once every two weeks, he'd drop by to talk and catch up with her on his days off. She lived alone and barely had any company besides the pesky rabbits that visited her garden that he had to take care of.

When she told him that she wanted to paint her house pink, of course, Joel helped.

"Y'know, I have a granddaughter. She's the sweetest lil ol' thing, unlike her demon of a mother." she let out a sigh "I'm givin' her this oldie, so I might as well paint it her favorite color."

Mags chuckles, looking up at the dangling chandelier. Joel sets the roller down before wiping his sweat off his forehead with the towel around his neck "You must love er' a lot if you're gonna give her this beauty."

"Of course. If she visits and you happen to come by, I'll introduce you to her. You'll like her. She got her looks from me, don't cha know?" Mags reached out for her old wedding picture, scratching off the dried drops of paint.

"Well, I trust your word."

What Joel didn't expect was that two weeks later, men were pulling out her cold body with a stretcher. He remembered having sixteen cans of pink paint waiting at the back of his truck. And when he went home, he stored them inside a shed, untouched for months.

He quietly mourned his friend's death. No one else knew, not even his daughter.

A couple of months have passed since then. He watched the house practically as it grew abandoned, unfinished. Unwanted.

It wasn't until he saw a pink car parked in the driveway.

"Hi!" you smiled brightly as you handled the dead plants with your hands before throwing them into a trash bin. You slipped off the pink rubber glove and waved your hand around.

Joel looked behind him before back at you, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, you!" as you walked out from behind the fence and he just couldn't take his eyes off you. He scanned your appearance; you definitely weren't dressed appropriately for gardening with your gingham pink tank top with delicate lace trim, wedge flip flops, and white shorts, awfully short shorts. "I live here now!"

You seemed awfully cheery in inheriting a house where your grandma died.

"'Er... you Mags' granddaughter?" he walked closer to you and stopped on the pavement.

"Yeah!" you nodded. "I'm (Y/N). It's so nice to meet you."

Your smile practically blinded him. He shakes your perfectly manicured hand and nods "Joel Miller." he says. "I, uh... was your Granny's contractor."

"Really?" you beamed. "I'm basically picking up where you left off then."

If there was one word that described how he felt right now, it was probably "relief". He knew in the back of his head there was a small possibility of this happening, especially considering how he was never able to give Mags the satisfaction of seeing the house completed.

And now, her granddaughter was here to finish what he had started.

"I didn’t finish what I started. I was supposed to come back and start workin' on the kitchen. And then…"

You lowered your head and let out a sigh. "Yeah... I've always liked Granny's place, so it was nice of her to leave it in my name."

He saw your genuine love for your grandmother and couldn't help but smile. "So, whatcha got there?" he pointed to the plants being thrown out.

"Oh! They're dead." "I can see that."

You smiled and let out a laugh "I'm just gonna plant some seed to grow a couple flowers. The garden is a wreck, the pond has..." you shivered. "Frogs swimming..."

"Frogs?" Joel raised one brow up and looked at the gate of the garden.

"It's the reason why I took so long to move in! Besides the fact, my mom kicked me out. She needs to calm down..."

"So I've heard." he chuckled. "How about I help you with the frogs? It's the least I could do if you're gonna pick up where I left off with the pipes and all."

"Speaking of pipes!" you looked up to him. "I don't think my water is working. Do you think it was disconnected?"

Joel stared at you before clearing his throat. "Well, I'll go check in the back." he walked up to the garden gate and swung it open, revealing the wilted flowers and dead leaves passing by the frog-infested pond.

Meanwhile, you put on your gardening gloves back on, and your ears perked up at the sound of running water and some metal clanking. "Joel?" you called out. You let out a squeal as the gardening hose blasted you with dark water til' it was clear. You kicked the hose away into a pile of dirt, and you sighed.

You wiped your face and stood there wet and dirty. "Joel!" you felt like crying, but your eyes widened as water gushed out the front door. "Oh no..."

After hearing your call, Joel walks back to the front to see you soaking wet and water continuing to flood out of the house. "I think the pipes busted. You alright?" he placed a hand on your shoulder as you shook your head no.

"The water wasn't working this morning... I tried to fix it..." you confessed.

He looked at you, taking note of that detail. It was clear that you had a genuine passion for the renovations, but he couldn't help but find your ignorance concerning. You wouldn't be able to finish something like this on your own without proper help. Not because you weren’t capable, but because you just didn’t know these things.

He sighed and wiped his hands on his pants as he asked, "Do you know how to shut off the water?"

"Oh, um..." you fiddled with your fingers before shaking your head no.

He sighed, shaking his head. This was definitely not going to be an easy restoration. Clearly, you didn't have a whole lot of experience in things like this.

"The water shutoff should be at the side of the house. I can show you." he gestured out to the garden gate. You squirmed a bit at the sight of the frogs while the two of you walked to the shutoff.

"Here it is," he said, pointing to the large pipe with a handle on it. "All you gotta do is twist the handle to the left a few times. Should be a small, stiff movement."

You nodded in understanding. "Okay."

"It'll turn off the water to the whole house." Joel glanced towards you. "I don’t mean to sound rude, but is there any other sort of damage you may not know about? Like electrical issues or anything like that?"

"The electric box?" you blinked twice. "I tried to look at it but I panicked when I saw a dead frog inside..."

He laughed and shrugged. It didn’t take him by surprise. Of course, you'd panic. You were a soft person at heart, and obviously one who wasn’t used to getting under the hood with this stuff.

"I could do a quick check of it if you have any concerns. I might be able to do it quicker than you could if that’s alright."

Joel led you to the garage where it was located and opened it up before pushing the tiny fried frog out of the way with a twig "I'll toss that away later." he paused, looking back at you. "So, do you know how to shut off the main switch?"

"Oh, the blue one on top?"

"Good girl."

You two walked back to the front, and the water stopped already, only a few droplets off the edge of the porch. "Thank you, Joel. You're a lifesaver."

"It's alright. Don't worry about it." he said softly. He knew you’d be able to handle the water shutoff, but he wanted to make sure you were still competent enough to complete the renovations yourself. "If you want, I can walk you around the house and give you a list of what still needs to get done."

"Really? I'd appreciate it!"

"Alright. You can follow me around…" Joel walked you inside and began taking you around, listing off the various issues with the house and its needs. It was quite a lot, ranging from painting to plumbing to electrical and structural. He also pointed out spots where you'd likely need to hire a professional— like if a pipe broke or if you needed to replace a roof beam.

When he was done, it made you realize just how intensive the project would be. "Gosh... that's a lot..."

Joel chuckled a little bit as he nodded. "Yeah, it is. Unfortunately, the issues with your grandmother's house go well beyond a simple paint job and replacing some carpets. It’s definitely going to be a big project."

"Crud... oh, crud..." you whispered. "I-I don't have a lot of money to repair it... I only have ten thousand as of now and I got fired..."

Joel felt a pit in his stomach and felt bad in that moment. He had felt so confident in your ability to manage the house that he totally overlooked the fact you weren't exactly flush with cash.

"Wait. How were you going to do the repairs then?"

"I thought I could do it myself and just save up for the materials after I got a job..."

He crossed his arms against his chest and looked at you up and down, still a bit damp from the earlier hose incident. "So you, a woman who appears to be in her early twenties and— I mean… I’m not trying to be rude, but from what I can tell here, someone with little to no experience in things like this, was going to do the majority of repairs on a three-story house on her own?"

"I know it sounds bad," you explained. "But I quite literally cannot afford to have someone else do them."

"And you expected to afford the materials?" Joel asked flatly, trying not to seem harsh. He understood what you meant. You had no money to hire a proper contractor, but also no money to buy necessary materials such as paint and beams. The reality of it was brutal to think about.

"I'm sure I can manage... I think..."

He was stunned at your insistence. You really thought you could do all this alone? Did you not understand the scope of how huge this project was?

"My mom objected to Granny's will which said she was leaving me a ton of money, but until that case is settled, I'm not getting any... maybe I could wait a couple of months..."

"And you'll live here until you get the money? What if you don't? You can't do all of this stuff alone," he said flatly. "A lot of it requires proper equipment that is far too expensive for you to simply buy yourself…"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I'll help you."

You paused, looking at him "Really?"

"Really."

"But I don't have anything to pay you..."

Joel paused. He couldn't really say no to you, considering your grandmother had wanted this house to get fixed up for you.

So he finally just shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. Just make sure you keep on saving as much money as possible and try to get a job as soon as humanly possible. That’s all I ask."

You practically pounced on him with a hug. "Thank you!"

He stumbled for a moment, having been taken aback by your abrupt approach. For a while, he just looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

But eventually, he gave in and hesitantly hugged back. He had never been much of a hugger (especially to strangers) but he couldn’t be upset with a girl as beautiful as you. He trusted you.

You looked up at him with a wide smile. "When do you think you can start?"

Joel paused, trying to put some thought into a good time to start.

"Well… considering my previous workload, there shouldn’t be too much to catch up on. So, we could probably start as soon as tomorrow. I've got most of the materials, though, so just let me know where you want me to start and I'll get at it."

"Thank you, Joel. Seriously." you buried your head into his chest. "You are amazing..."

He gave you a little side smile. "It’s no problem at all, honestly. It'll honestly make me feel a lot better not having this place just sit here and collect dust… and mold…" he chuckled at that last bit.

"If there's anything, absolutely anything I can do for you... don't hesitate to ask me..." you raised your head again and looked directly into his eyes. "I'll do anything you want..."

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kindacreepy-kindaugly · 7 months

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I know it's (mostly) just the hangover but jfc

#i feel like shit #complete fucking waste of space #one goddamn thing i'm supposed to be any good for n i couldn't even provide that cause i got too drunk #it's been some days now this brain just replaying all the shit val's said over n over n it's rly hard not listening #givin us shit about our weight n the way i've 'let myself go'#i try to do what he tells me to n i'm 'out of practice' n 'we need to work on that'#like the choking gagging runny makeup look isn't what he likes anyway. like he wouldn't just keep pushing til he gets it #takin it is the only thing i'm good for #when it hurts or he makes me do smth i really really don't wanna is the only time i look pretty #it's not what i wanna be but if not that then i'm just nothing.#it feels like no matter how long i stay away from him n try to make a life for myself out here it's all hollow #i don't know if he'd even take me back anymore. probably if i beg n prove i want it enough #all i'll ever be is a (semi) sentient sex toy/punching bag anyway so what good is it when no one's even makin use of it?#i still know what he likes. maybe i'm out of practice but i can learn. i'm not obsolete yet #n if i do well enough he'll hold me n call me a good boy. his angel baby.#i wish it didn't feel like a crime just existing when i have nothing to make up for it with #he gives me a use n doesn't care about things like consent or morals. he just takes what he wants when he wants it #so i don't need to worry abt failing my basic purpose. he'll take it either way.#it's fucking terrible for my mental health but so is existing like this so what's the point? it's been months n i haven't gotten any better #at least he can make my head quiet. at least he usually gives me a way to make up for it when i fuck up #i need to wait at least til our brain's back to normal before makin any big decisions but. maybe it's time i went back where i belong.#maybe it's time i let him take back what was always his property anyway #spdrvent

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pettydollie · 1 month

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the list - m.s x reader

summary: matt saying "i love you" for the first time felt natural for him. but you don't say it back, causing matt to go to his best friend nate for help.

warnings/notes: cursing, lowercase intended, mostly dialogue this is rlly sloppy, matt & reader are in hs, NOT PROOF READ THIS LOWK SUCKS ASS wc: 1.1k

"nate. i fucked up." matt sprints over to his best friend's locker with his backpack slung over a shoulder. nate turns his head, raising a brow. "what happened?" he leans against the lockers while matt brushes his fingers through his hair anxiously. "me and yn went out last night. and-and it was really great! i guess i just got caught up in the moment 'nd shit, and i told her i loved her."

nate slaps matt's shoulder boyishly. "that's great!" he smiles toothily. matt shakes his finger in front of nate's face. "nono. she didn't say it back. she asked me to take her home." nate's face drops. he rubs his temples. "stupid kid- why would you say that??

"because i do! i.. i thought she loved me back so i said it." nate looks behind matt and sees you walking in their direction with your books in your arms. matt notices and turns around. he waves slowly with a small, hopeful smile on his face. your eyes widen as you clutch onto your books tighter. you turn around immediately, pink skirt flipping up slightly. matt lowers his hand in defeat while watching you hurry away.

the next day, matt walks in with a small bouquet of pretty pink and white flowers in search of you. luckily, he catches you walking out of a classroom, following you with the flowers. suddenly, he's tackled to the ground by none other than nate, his flowers spilling out onto the floor. "what the fuck? what're you- insane?" he slips out of nate's cage to pick up the flowers.

"i had to, don't you know what you're doing??" nate lets up, allowing matt to dust himself off. he scoffs, "yeah, there's something wrong with me and yn and i wanna find out what it is." nate snatches the flowers from his hands. "not by givin' her these!" he turns around, shoving the bouquet into a random guy's hands. "here." the boy takes them happily, smiling at nate before walking away.

"listen, matthew, i've been doing some thinking." he wraps an arm around his shoulders. "the problem with your relationship is: yn's got all the power now." matt raises his eyebrows and chuckles dryly. "what power?"

"the power you lose when you say 'i love you'."

matt snorts. "but i do. what's wrong with tellin' her?" nate smacks his forehead dramatically. "the longer you can go without saying those words, the more power you hold. it's in books, man."

matt's a gullible person. and besides, nate's his best friend. maybe he should listen to him. "well.. how do i get the power back?" nate folds his arms. "wait her out, let her come to you. listen, right now, she's making a list. the whipped list, of all the things she wants you to do in order for her to say it back. yknow, walks on the beach, going to build-a-bear, drinking from the same milkshake."

matt's mouth forms a small 'o' before grinning. "have you tried the chocolate brownie fudge from-"

"no! it's happening! i wantcha to wait her out. don't go near her. make your own list!"

matt huffs, standing up tall. "yeah like.. thrift stores and the hello kitty cafe!"

nate's jaw drops. "matthew!" matt sighs with a shrug. "i just want her to like my list." gosh, he's whipped.

the boys start heading to class, sitting down in their seats next to each other. "i mean, i dunno.. everyone has to get dumped at least one time, right? have you ever got dumped?" matt flicks his pencil in his fingers. nate smugly chuckles. "me? are you kiddin'? i'm nate."

you sit on your prettily made bed against the headboard, painting your toenails a coquettish baby pink. dumping matt was probably the hardest thing you've ever done (besides that one history exam last week). the chilly night breeze strolls in through your window causing you to shiver. you grab your cozy off-white robe next to you, quickly putting it on before standing up to shut the window.

but before you can begin walking over, a hand grips over the sill. you gasp, putting your hand over your mouth. a boy- your boy pulls himself up, sitting himself on the windowsill before climbing in, his feet landing on your carpet. "what are you doing here?" you ask nervously. matt stands awkwardly while looking for an excuse. his eyes land on his jean jacket hanging on your closet door. "my jacket." is all he says as he walks over to pull it off, laying it on his arm.

"fine, now go!" you rush. matt almost does leave, but he shakes his head before he can think. "no. there's one more thing." he drops his arm, holding his jacket in his hand while slowly stepping to you. "i don't have anything else of yours." you argue, fidgeting with a strand of your hair.

"yeah, you do. you have all my feelings about you. and i don't have any of yours! so everything i've ever thought about you, i want back." you don't understand what's coming out of his mouth. you understand the metaphor, of course, but what does he really want? "what're you talking about??"

"god, i thought i could tell you how i feel. and i opened up by telling you 'i love you', so what? it was the truth- it is the truth. and then you just blew me off! without telling me how you feel. i don't understand, n/n."

you groan, squeezing your fingers together frustratedly. "you're so blind! i'm scared." you admit. his eyes widen, pointing a finger to himself. "of me?" you shake your head. "no! of what you said. of the feelings."

matt's confused eyes soften, sitting down on your bed. you follow his actions, sitting down with him. "i know that you and i belong together." he whispers, grabbing ahold of your hand gently. he doesn't take his eyes off you as he speaks. "i've always been able to talk to you and make you laugh. and i've always- always wanted to take care of you." he plays with your fingers like they're the most precious things he's ever touched.

you suck in a breath. looking down at your hand in his, you feel safe. you feel ready. "i love you too." you smile softly in relief, finally being able to say it. matt grins, pulling up your hand to his mouth before kissing it sweetly. "i always hoped you would."

a/n: BLEHH THIS IS TRASH IM SORRY ILL EDIT LATER

tags <3 @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @joanofarcily

#𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

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scribbledghost · 5 months

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I have a suggestion for a promp!! ✋feel free to consider it if it fancies you, disregard if it doesn't 💕 i felt like it might interest you, bc I really loved the drabble about reader being on base and the alarm going off and her finally meeting ghost, so to say! i feel like you might like the vibe of this as well. idk how to word it well, but i love stories where the two whole different worlds of a couple meet/merge bc of A Situation which lays their differences bare, their consequent reaction to their so's/the situation at hand itself etc

i saw this super cute tiktok the other day of a couple, where the husband/bf? is trying to instill more safety awareness into his partner, he pretends to leave the house, closes the front door and even fakes his footsteps but then knocks on the door to see if his gf will automatically open up assuming its him or look thru the peephole to see who it is

she doesn't ask, and opens up right away (like most of us would do i mean lbr!!) and he berates her for it while she playfully waves it off as him being too paranoid and so serious (mannnn I wish I had it saved!!!) and idk i think was just such super cute moment and I could totally see simon and his so in this situation. Simon has more than his fair share of awareness of what could and does go wrong in the world and is determined to "train" his gf and give a safety drill whenever he sees the opportunity for it (he might even do so bc he is, unconsciously or not, trying to protect her from a fate his family faced because of him) but his gf is happily unaware of that dark side of the world and is like "🤷‍♀️aww but i just knew it was you babe besides im pretty sure nothing could get past you to get to me anyway💕💕" and he is both baffled bc of her casualness (she's a civilian but still), somewhat amused bc he can never get "mad" at her, it would be like getting mad at a puppy who doesn't get a trick right on the first try, and he feels his heart swell because she feels, she knows nothing would get past him to hurt her. he would die sooner than to have a hair on her head harmed (ok this got angsty real quick!!!🥹💕❤️)

🌻anon (also I am sorry for the wall of text omg!!! English isn't my first language so i guess I overcompensate to explain myself wow!! You are a gem in this fandom btw??? I honestly love how detailed your writing is. Quality work, top notch!👌😘💕)

Note: I have been staring at the last paragraph of this for the past five minutes because thank you so so much???? (Also your English is perfect I promise) it seriously means so much to me to hear people like my writing 🥺💖💖 But this definitely interests me! (Personally, I'm wildly paranoid about my own safety, so I'd definitely be checking that peephole every time lol but we're gonna disregard that)

"Love, you're gonna end up givin' me more gray hairs than I've already got."

"And why's that?"

Simon pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He's not angry - he doesn't think he could ever be angry at you (at least not for long) - but he's starting to wonder if you've got any self-preservation instincts at all.

This isn't the first time you've failed one of his many "safety tests," as you call them. From leaving your car unlocked while you're sitting in it to opening a window overnight when the weather permits, he swears he's aged a decade since living with you. Price had once told him that worrying for your safety was part of the package of loving a civilian, but Simon hadn't quite predicted he'd be worrying this much.

"How many times have I told you to check before you open the door?" he asks.

"But I knew it was you. You just left," you chirp. Good lord, you're too cute for your own good.

"And if it hadn't been me?" he asks. "If someone had taken me out on my way to the car then come to you? You've got to start considering the possibilities, love."

To your average outsider, it probably seems like he's berating you. But the way your eyes sparkle at him tells him you know better. Chastising you, perhaps, but there's no true anger there.

Instead, there's an undercurrent of fear. He knows the consequences of opening the door to the wrong person. And he knows that if the day ever comes when he comes home to blood on the walls and the sight of your lifeless eyes, he'll sit next to you and make sure he dies there too.

But that's a road Simon doesn't want to go down. Not right now, anyway. Not when you're here, smiling at him with mischief in your gaze.

"Simon, be real. I know nothing can get past you to get to me."

He feels his heart rise when you tell him this. Of course, he knows in his soul that he'd never let anything harm you. He knows he'd do unspeakable things to keep you safe. But to hear you say that you know it too sends warmth through his chest.

"Be that as it may," he says, unable to stop himself from quirking a small grin, "you still need to check. Just to be safe."

He grabs your hand as you raise it to wave him off, pulling you slightly closer and angling your chin so he can really look at you and convey the seriousness of his words.

"Please, love," he says. "For me?"

Your gaze softens as you lean into his touch.

"Okay, Simon," you murmur to him. "I promise I'll check before I open the door. For you."

Part of him isn't quite sure if he believes you. But for now, he lets himself feel relieved anyway.

"Good," he says as he leans in to kiss you. "I'll hold you to that."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost scribbles

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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 6 hours

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What will be hazbin hotel man reaction for their s/o to reach for someone else for comfort when sad instead of them

"Why Not Me?" ; Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk

Probably the only one out of these three that'll actually have a problem with it, to be honest.

He'll notice you aren't telling him things, and corner you when you least expect it.

"S/O? I've noticed you've been distant lately, my love. Is everything alright? Have I upset you in some way?"

There's a light threatening aura in his tone, but that's just how his voice is. He would never actually hurt you, and you know it.

You explain that you're just going through a rough patch and talking to a friend.

Spoiler alert: he starts demeaning and making that friend look bad, trying to appear as the better option, instead.

And if that fails, he'll settle for just making that person know you're his.

Keeping his arm around you, holding your hand, leaving marks on your neck, etc....

Supportive, actually!

He thinks it's healthy to be able to go to multiple people for support, rather than just one person!

After all, he has Husk, he has Cherri, he's got people, so why shouldn't you?

"Y'know if ya ever need anythin', I'll be here, Baby Boy. Till then, just do ya thing, I won't get in ya way~."

And as such, he... basically leaves you alone.

If he ever does begin feeling jealous that you're spending time apart from him?

He'll just make sure to get an extra long cuddle sesh from you later!

No big deal. Maybe a drink, too, on him. As a treat for his lovely boyfriend. :)

Honestly? Husk would probably understand. But he'd understand it as him being generally a wreck and probably not great with advice.

Despite that, he makes it clear he's there if you need someone to talk to.

"Y'know... I may not be the best at, uh... givin' advice, but... if you need someone to listen to ya, I'm here. Alright, doll?"

Actually marry him.

He'll make you whatever drink you want when you're done talking to someone else, and even be amicable to that person.

After all, if you're picking someone over him...

...He wouldn't blame you.

You won't, though.

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dirtybitfic · 2 months

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Impromptu trip

Chris and Matt x y/n

(sorry this story is long asf I got really into it)(read time- Contains-smut, threesome , dom-Chris, dom-Matt, sub-reader, roughhh sex, use of names like- slut, whore, daddy, ma, baby ,sir. Slight dumbification kink. blue-matt orange-chris pink-y/n

Y/n pov-

Me , matt and Chris just landed in Michigan. We are here for about 5 days for a music festival they got invited to and brought me as a plus one. Im so excited since I haven't gone to a music festival but have always wanted to .

We're exhausted givin none of us slept on the plain and its around 5 am right now. We found our uber and made our way to the air bnb. The people who invited them booked the place we'll be staying at so we have idea what to expect but i'm just excited to get there take a shower and get some sleep before tonight. After about a 30 minute ride we reach a cute little cabin . We get out and grab our bags from the trunk and thank the uber driver then make our way to the door and type in the entry code . We make our way in and take a look around . It has a warm and cozy atmosphere . The living room is pretty spacious .

let's go check out the rooms chris says as he walks up the small set of stairs.

me and Matt follow as Chris opens one of two doors only to see its a bathroom.

we all look at each other in confusion since we expected it to be a bedroom.

we want to open the last door at the end of the hall and it opens to a large bedroom.

damn this is nice

yeah it is

uh guys... I say slowly realizing this is the only room in the house

they both turn to look at me .

what they say in unison

I don't know if you noticed but ...this is the only bedroom in the house

they both look shocked then look at each other.

well shit Chris says as he looks back at me .

Matt looks at me with a small smile .

I mean it wouldn't be weird to all share a bed would it

I mean.. I guess not no

good thing its a king size then chris says as he flops down on the bed .

I laugh a little and hop onto the bed laying down too and Matt follows laying on my opposite side.

we all lay there for a minute in silence.

im so fucking tired I say and they both agree

lets set an alarm for like 2:30 since the festival starts at 6 and they have a car picking us up around like 4:45 Matt says as he sets an alarm on his phone .

I roll over facing Matt since I cant sleep on my back comfortably . We all fall asleep pretty quickly .

Fuck y/n you feel so good chris moans as he slamming into me from the back . Matt is in front of me shoving his dick down my throat as im gagging on it as moans escape my mouth from how good chris feels . mm fuck just like that sucking down my dick like a good girl matt groans as he pulls tighter in my hair ...

I jolt awake to the alarm with wide eyes . What the fuck did I just dream about. I just had a dream about having a threesome with two of my best friends and ... I hate to admit it but I can feel how soaked my thong is as I sit up.

Matt groans as he turns off the alarm and stretches out as Chris sits up rubbing his eyes.

sleep good matt asks me as he looks at my reddened face.

mhm- yeah slept great I rush out as I crawl out of bed and go to the bathroom.

I go pee as I try and wrap my mind around the dream I just had. I mean obviously Matt and Chris are attractive but i've never dreamed about them sexually. For some reason I feel guilty about it but I also cant ignore how turned on I am from the thought of having them both use me in that way.

I splash some water on my face to wake me up a bit then make my way back into the bedroom.

im gonna go shower in the downstairs bathroom real quick Matt says as he grabs his towel and leaves the room .

you care if I shower first chris asks me as he stands up from the bed and stretches. My mouth dries up as I watch his shirt lift and show his v line and a bit of his happy trail.

hmm I say as my eyes snap back up to his as I see a small smirk form on his lips .

I said do you care if I shower first he says tilting his head to the side

oh no your good I still need to pick my outfit anyways so go ahead I say trying not to get red from the intense eye contact hes holding with me .

mmk he says smiling as he walks out the door to the bathroom

I go to my bag and pull out three option each with a different vibe

outfit 1

outfit 2

outfit 3

I love them all but I just don't know which to pick . One is comfy but hot . Two is very risky and see through so picking undergarments is gonna be difficult . Three is so cute and has some character to it.

I sit on the floor looking at them debating when Matt comes in. Towel hanging low with water droplets still on his skin. I try not to stare for too long but he catches me and smiles causing my face to get red.

watcha doin he asks as he walks to his bag pulling out boxers and his outfit .

trying to figure out which outfit to wear I say truthfully. I look back at the outfits still trying to think about which one will be the best.

why don't you try them on and ill help you pick he says as he's slipping on his sweatshirt and boxers then his pants.

I look back at him and notice his outfit has beige in in making me lean more towards the 3rd option.

okay turn around and i'll put on the first option

he turns around and I change into the first outfit. I like it but I feel like it may be too plain.

okay you can look

he turns and looks me over making me nervous .

I like it . It's comfy but a little plain he says with a smile

yeah I was thinking the same thing I answer honestly

okay the next one is ... a bit crazy and see through so ...

he smiles and turns around waiting for me to get the second option on.

I grab a plain black thong from my bag and some black nipple tape I brought .

I throw tape over them in the shape of x's and then put the thong on then the outfit . I look in the mirror and shake my head . This outfit is very slutty and I don't know if I should be out it public wearing it but... whatever.

okay turn around

he turns and his jaw slightly drops .

damn... its I mean ... you look good

I laugh a little at his answer .

its a bit too much huh I ask hoping hell answer truthfully.

I mean its veryyy see through don't get me wrong it looks amazing but... I think its a bit too risky he says as he stairs at my body making my face heat up.

yeah I think its a bit too much skin showing . I turn and bend down grabbing the shirt for the next outfit.

I hear Matt clear his throat whisper "damn" under his breathe. I smile as I realize he just got a clear view of my ass.

I turn around and he whips around staring at the wall shifting on his feet.

I smile as I get the last outfit on . I smile in the mirror loving the way this one looks on me .

okay this is the last one

he turns and looks at me with a big smile on his face.

oooh this one is the best definitely this one he says shaking his head .

I agree I like this one I say as he turns back around . I put back on my shirt and shorts then Chris walks back in from the shower repeat of Matt walking in . He has his towel hanging dangerously low his hair still dripping water down his body . I turn back around but feel eyes on my back . I look over my shoulder to see he’s looking at me with a smirk. I blush as I go to grab a towel and going back to grab my hair products and body wash.

I’m gonna shower then get ready I say as I make my way out of the bedroom.

Alright Chris says as he goes to grab his outfit for tonight. My eyes linger in the way his back muscles move when he picks up his pants . I look over at Matt as he quarks a brow at me and smirks . I turn and walk out quickly embarrassed that he caught me staring at Chris for a bit too long after he already caught me staring at him when he was in his towel.

I take a hot long shower then hop out and throw on my towel before going back to the bedroom to grab my hair dryer , makeup and outfit.

I walk in and there eyes shoot to me both looking me up and down making me nervous.

I walk to my bag grabbing the stuff I need then making my way back to the bathroom to get ready.

Matt’s pov-

I couldn’t help but notice the way y/n looked at me when I came into the room after my shower. At the way her ass looked when she bent over in her thong. I know she’s one of our best friends and I shouldn’t be thinking the things I am about her but I can’t help myself she’s just so beautiful. The things I want to do to her are so so wrong but fuck I want her so bad.

I turn to Chris he looks at me brows raised waiting for me to talk.

Bro if I tell you something you gotta promise not tell anyone

He looks at me but smiles

Okay I won’t tell anyone now what is it

I… i think I’m into y/n

Fuck dude he groans as he shakes his head .

What is that bad

Yeah

What why I mean I know she’s our best friend but -

Nah that’s not why

Okay then why I ask looking at him with a certain look on my face telling his to spit it out

Because… I think I’m into y/n

Fuck I groan as I put my head in my hands. Me and Chris have never liked the same girl and usually we don’t like the same type of girls but I guess y/n is an exception . Now we’re both fucked

We sit in silence for a bit before he turns to me

Okay you saw the way she looked at me when I came back In from shower right

Yeah but… she did the same to me when I came in I answer In all honesty

So … what if she thinks we’re both attractive

I mean I don’t fucking know dude it’s not like we can share her

He looks at me before his eyes widen and he smiles .

I mean… we could though

My eyes widen as I look at him . That would be weird asf sharing a girl with my brother but also … if we both want her I mean … who knows .

I… wouldn’t that be weird

I mean a little but … it’s either neither of us get her orrr…

We both get her I finish his sentence as I sigh a little .

As we’re both deep in thought on our phones the door opens and she walks in .

She’s so beautiful her hair is curled and it looks like there’s … glitter in it but I can’t tell from this far away. Her makeup done perfectly her eyes holding a seductive look and god damn her body in that little outfit . It’s driving me crazy and I can only guess Chris is thinking the same things .

You look great I say as I look her up and down . She smiles at me widely giving us a little spin.

Thank you and hey looks like we’re all matching she says pointing out the fact we’re all wearing shades of beige in our outfits.

chris's shirt , pants , shoes.

ah damn your right I didn't even notice

well im gonna go grab a water real quick you guys want me to grab you anything she says as she makes her way to the door .

can you grab me a Pepsi please

same for me I say smiling at her.

she nods her head and turns out the door

I look at chris and he looks at me we both have a knowing look in our eyes.

okay ... I thought about it i'm down to share if you are

same just promise it won't be weird

it won't be I say smiling he smiles and we dap each other up in agreement.

she comes back in drinks in hand as she walks over handing them to us.

we thank her and watch her as she walks to her bag and grabbing her shoes for tonight.

y/n pov-

The way they both are looking at me right now has me nervous asf .

I try to ignore it as I take a sip of my water and set it on the floor.

I tried to tighten the small corset that goes with my outfit but didnt do a good job so I look at them .

can one of you help me tighten my corset real quick

yeah I got you Chris says as he sets his drink down on the bedside table and standing behind me .

he slides my hair over my shoulder out of the way causing goosbumps to cover my arms . Ever since that dream I had earlier any look or slight touch has my heart beating out of my chest .

okay how do I tighten this thing he asks as his hands move to the laces

okay go to the top laces and pull them out a bit then do that to the rest and then pull the long strings when your done and tie them in a bow I explain and he nods his head then starts pulling the top ones tightening the part thats on my ribs .

I gasp when he pulls a little too hard and I stumble back into him.

damn okay not that hard I laugh out as I step away and back infront of him.

matt chuckles and so does chris .

okay sorry ill be a little softer

he pulls the rest perfectly tight then pulls the long pieces trying to tie the them in a bow but failing with a frustrated huff.

here I got it Matt says as they switch places and Matt ties in in a cute little bow

okay all good he says patting my sides making me jump slightly

thank you guys

they both say no problem at the same time making me smile.

okay the car is gonna be here in about 10 minutes so lets make sure we got our passes and shit we need then were good .

can one of you guys keep my cards and phone in your pockets when we get there I don't have any pockets I ask as I look between them both

just bring your id I got you if you wanna buy anything there Chris says .

oh no you don't have to do that I say waving my hands like im saying no .

he shakes his head smiling

no really y/n we brought you as our plus one its the least I can do

I mean okay if your sure I say looking at him

im sure now come on put your id in my pocket and then get your shoes on he says as he stands there waiting for me to move.

I grab my id from my wallet and slip it in his pocket them go to put my socks on then my shoes .

I struggle to bend over since the corset around my waist is constricting my movements.

need some help Matt laughs as he comes over grabbing my shoes .

yes thank you sorry the corset is not easy to bend in

your good go sit on the bed and ill help you put em on

I smile and make my way over to the edge of the bed sitting down .

I cant help but smile at how sweet they are . They treat me with respect and have never once done anything to upset me at all they've never even raised their voices once at me which I appreciate. There are so many reasons i'm best friends with them I mean the list goes on so naturally I start to feel guilty for thinking of them in ways I did earlier. I mean I shouldn't be thinking about having them both use me in ways that I shouldn't but every time I get a flash back from my dream my stomach flutters and I feel wetness pool in-between my thighs.

the second Matt kneels in front of me lifting my foot so he can slide my boot on my thoughts go to so many other ways id like to see him kneeling in-between my thighs and my face gets red.

he looks up at me and I smile before looking away hoping he doesn't see how red my face is . The way he just looked up at me in between my legs has me pulsing around nothing .

you okay he asks as a small smirk appears on his face

y-yeah just bit hot in here I say trying to make up an easy excuse that may be believable.

mmm he hums and then puts my other boot on

alright y'all ready the cars here Chris asks looking at us

"yep ready" we say in unison making me let a small giggle out as I grab my phone and follow them out the room and down the stairs to the car.

we get in and the driver heads to the artist pass entrance.

Chris's friend is an artist photographer so he got us artist guest passes which is exciting but also nerve racking at the same time .

we get out of the car and I follow behind Matt timidly . I may be a groan ass adult but in situations like this I turn into a nervous little girl .

Matt notices and swings his arm around my shoulder making me smile.

no need to be nervous everyone is chill he says which shocks me a bit given he also has anxiety and I would think this environment would have him anxious but I guess not.

I nod my head and take a breathe making him smile

Chris daps a couple guys up some I recognize and some I don't

Matt daps them up too and all eyes turn to me making me gulp nervously

"you must be y/n" one of them says making me smile

yeah hi guys it's nice to meet you all I say smiling and giving a small wave

they all smile and we all start walking to a tent on the side of the stage

the festival has been so fun we all nod and sway to the music .

some songs I know since Chris plays rap 24/7 but some I don't but still enjoy

having fun Chris says wrapping his arms around my shoulders from the back resting his head on top of mine .

so much fun ... thank you for bringing me with you I say smiling as I watch the artist on stage .

of course it wouldn't have been as fun without you he says placing a gentle kiss into my hair making me smile. I know it was just as sweet friendly gesture but it has my stomach bursting with butterfly's .

I rest my head back into his chest swaying to the music .

I look over at Matt as he smiles at me winking them looking back at the stage . Again just a friendly gesture but has my knees almost buckling at how hot it was.

Chris friend with his camera ask if he can take some pictures of us we agree and he snaps a couple of us as Matt joins and we all stand with each other smiling having a good time

these are great ill send em to you later chris he says as he walks back to the front of the stage taking pictures of the artist performing.

after about 2 more hours we decide to head out before the last artist is done so we can get out quickly.

We hop in the car and the driver takes us back to our place .

We get home at about 1 am and decide to DoorDash some McDonald’s since we’re all starving

I go up stairs to change into comfy clothes . I didn’t pack and sweatshirts since the weather is so nice but the house is so cold so I walk back to the top of the stairs

DID ONE OF YOU BRING A SWEATSHIRT I CAN BORROW I yell hoping the answer will be yes.

YEAH LOOK IN MY BLACK BAG I HAVE A COUPLE YOU CAN PICK FROM Chris yells back and I smile before yelling thank you and going to his bag finding his brown and pink fresh love hoodie and throw it on feeling warm and cozy as his scent fills my nostrils making me sigh .

I walk downstairs as the food gets delivered and Matt goes to grab it .

We all sit on the couch eating and watching a movie Chris put on . After we all finish our food I take the trash and throw it away before going back to sit with them.

So what do you think of the festival so far Matt asks me as he and Chris look at me

I love it it was really fun to get too see so many different people perform I say looking between the two smiling.

I’m glad we brought you with us we knew you’d have a good time Chris says as he smiles warmly at me and I return it with a sweet smile.

I lay my head down on Chris lap as I put my legs up on Matt’s .

Chris plays with my hair since he know I love that and Matt gently rubs up and down my legs.

It’s not weird for this to happen we’re all very close but having both of their hands brings back memories of my dream and I start to zone out thinking about the things I’d want them to do to me .

Having both of their hands on me in making me think such dirty things that I know I shouldn’t but fuck me I can’t stop them from flooding my brain. I unintentionally squeeze my thighs together as the fantasy’s play out in my head .

You good Matt asks snapping me out of my thought

Oh um yeah why I say trying to sound as nonchalant as possible .

You were tensing your legs so I was just making sure you were okay he says with a small smirk on his face making me blush slightly

Oh yeah no sorry was just zoned out

I say as I close my eyes and hum as the feeling of Chris’s hands playing with my hair are soothing me .

What were you thinking about

Chris asks as one hand moves to my cheek drawing small circles

Oh nothing I say trying to sound convincing and not give away any feelings from what I was thinking about.

No come on I can tell when your thinking about something you can tell us you know that he says as he smiles down at me

I close my eyes and sigh before shaking my head

No I can’t I say as I turn my head towards the tv looking away from both of them .

he moves his hand to my jaw turning me back to look at him.

come on y/n just tell us he says in a tone that almost has me folding .

I cant ... it'll make things weird I say as I cover my face with my hands sighing loudly .

matts hand moves to my thigh

I highly doubt that just tell us he says reassuringly .

I uncover my face before taking a deep breathe . Promise if I tell you guys you won't hate me I say weariness in my voice

they each nod and promise they wont

fuck fine okay ... earlier when we all went to sleep I kinda had a weird dream I start to say.

okayyy chris says as he's waiting for me to keep going

and it was kind of about you guys ... I say again starting to feel a bit nervous to really explain to them I had a full blown sex dream about them.

come on y/n stop teasing and just tell us matt says

okay we kinda sorta ... had a threesome and I know its weird trust me but its just been in my head on a loop I ramble as my face gets red and I stare at the ceiling not wanting to look at either of them .

wow I ... chris starts before looking at matt smiling

I mean was it at least good matt asks with a smile on his face .

I look at him with wide eyes shocked thats his answer.

I mean ... yeah I say before covering my face again feeling embarrassed

is this something you've thought about before chris asks with a small smirk on his face making me groan

I mean no but I don't know you guys are my best friends I feel guilty thinking of things like that I say honestly as I sit up .

aww sweetheart you don't have to feel guilty im not offended matt says as he places a hand on my back

I think its ... kinda hot to be honest chris says as he places a hand on my thigh rubbing gently with his thumb .

y-you do I ask as I look up at him

yeah I mean obviously your beautiful you know that so why should I be upset your dreaming about me he says with a smile causing me to smile and shake my head.

would this be something you'd want in real life matt asks as he rubs my back

what I ask shocked that he just asked me that

sorry let me reword that do you want us to fuck you he says titling his head with a smirk that has my breathe hitching

i... I don't know I say as I get nervous .

cause... we'd do it chris says as he squeezes my thigh with his large veiny hand

I ummm... I mean I start but he cuts me off

say you want us right now and thats all it'll take for us to take you upstairs he says as his hand inches higher as he continues squeezing

your serious I ask as I raise my eyebrows

dead fucking serious matt answers as his hand moves dangerously close to my ass

I - I want you - both I just ... I don't want to ruin our friendship I answer sounding breathless.

it won't we promise chris says as he smiles widely at me

o-okay I say as I look between them .

they both smirk as they stand up pulling me off the couch and booking it to the stairs.

I follow behind Matt as Chris walks behind me .

As we're about to reach the door a harsh slap lands on my ass making me yelp

sorry I had to Chris says with a chuckle

I smile as we walk into the room .

in two seconds Chris grabs me and slams me down on the bed attacking my neck with bites and kisses creating hickeys all over . Im whimpering and squirming . It feels so good and the way matts looking at me has the pleasure tightening more.

look so good in my hoodie Chris groans as he slides it off and throws it somewhere in the room before grabbing my bare tits and sucking on my nipples making me cry out.

that feel good sweetheart matt asks as he steps closer and runs his hand down my cheek

mmhm I whine out

He slaps me across the face

You answer me with yes sir am I clear

He grits out making me wince

Y-yes sir I whine causing them both to groan

Chris comes off my left tit with a pop as he looks down at me

Gonna let us use you like the little slut you are

He says with a smirk making me whimper

Y-yes I whispered out as they both stare down at me

Good girl now flip over ass up

Chris orders and I do as I’m told

Such a good listener Matt says as he gets in the bed kneeling in front of me . I can’t stop my eyes from glancing down at his large bulge .

He grabs me by my hair tilting my head to look up at him.

You wanna suck it sweetheart

He asks in an amused voice that has me whimpering

I nod my head causing him to slap me

Use your words

Y-yes sir I wanna suck it

Good girl take my belt off then

He says as I move my hands to his belt and pull it out of the loops then unzip his pants and slide them down his thighs he stands back up to fully pull them off and pulls his boxers with them as his dick slaps up on his stomach.

My eyes practically bulge out of my head when I see how long and thick he is.

All the sudden Chris rips my bottoms and underwear off as his tongue flattens against my soaked pussy and I let a moan out .

Matt comes back onto the bed right infront of me as his dick smacks my cheek and he lets out a low chuckle.

He grabs the base and slaps it on my lips .

Open he demands and I do

He takes no time sliding his thick dick into my mouth and grabbing my hair keeping it still as he starts thrusting into my mouth face fucking me

I gag on him as he hits the back of my throat repeatedly and he lets out a groan

Fuck your slutty little mouth feels so good he groans as I moan when Chris starts sucking on my clit .

As Matt fucks my face Chris goes to work sucking and licking like his life depends on it . The pleasure is building as im moaning and whimpering around Matt causing him to groan .

Chris comes up to my ear as he whispers to me

You think he’s big just wait he says and I can tell by his tone he’s smirking

Matt shoves me down farther so I’m deep throating him and the scary thing is there’s still a couple inches that won’t fit .

I’m gagging and choking on him as tears roll down my face and he’s groaning .

I can hear pants rustling from behind me as Chris is taking off his pants and boxers then steps back behind me .

Fuck just like that taking me so deep Matt groans as he continues abusing my throat

I feel Chris rub his tip up and down my soaked entrance and I moan .

He slaps my ass causing me to jolt forwards and take even more of Matt down my throat

Fuckkk Matt groans as I swallow around him

Chris lines his tip up to my entrance before slowly sliding in making me whimper

Fuck your so fucking tight Chris groans as he continues sliding in . The stretch hurts but with Matt’s dick down my throat I can’t say anything.

He pushes in more as he hits deep and I scream around Matt as my hand flys behind me pushing on Chris’s stomach .

Aww what’s the matter can’t take it I’m not even all the way in yet He says with a dark chuckles causing me to groan

He grabs my hips slamming himself all the way inside me . I scream and slap his stomach trying to push him out. He’s so big and he barely gave me anytime to adjust before he bottomed out .

He slaps my ass causing me to jolt back onto him.

Put your fucking hand down

He growls and I do .

good fucking girl he groans as he starts thrusting in and out at a normal pace as the stretching feeling starts to dissipate.

matts still abusing my throat as i'm moaning and whimpering around him.

I grab onto his thigh as I gag and choke on him as Chris pounds into me hard and deep . His tip hitting my cervix with each thrust painfully but it also feels so good .

matts groaning as his dick twitches in my mouth and I know he's about to cum. I decide to fully deep throat all of him causing his breath to hitch and a whimper to escape his lips.

fuck just such a whore for our cocks he groans as his hips sputter and he fills my mouth and throat with his cum. I slightly gag from the texture wanting to spit it out and he notices.

he pulls out and slaps a hand over my mouth.

fucking swallow it he demands and I do as I moan into his hand as Chris is still pounding into me .

he uncovers my mouth and I look up at him sticking my tongue out showing him I swallowed as my brows furrow and I moan loudly.

My orgasm is vastly approaching from the angle Chris is hitting deep inside me . Matt smiles at me as he grabs my throat and kisses me deep and rough. I try my best to kiss back but fail from how much pleasure im in.

F-FUCK im so close I cry out as chris grabs onto my hair and continues pounding into me .

yeah you gonna cum all over my dick he says in a mocking tone

y-yes fuck I whine out as my legs start to shake and I feel the pressure about to break

beg for it he says as I lock eyes with Matt above me .

p-please let me cum please I cry out as i'm holding back my orgasm waiting for his permission

louder slut I wanna hear you loud and clear he grits out as his grip tightens on my hair.

P-PLEASE DADDY PLEASE LET ME CUM FUCK PLEASE

I scream out as my eyes widen when I realize I call him daddy it just kinda slipped out

mm fuck yeah you can cum come on baby cover daddys cock he groans and im glad he wasn't set off by me calling him daddy he obviously likes it.

My legs tremble and give out as I cum all over his dick.

Fuck thats it such a good girl for me he groans as he pounds into me roughly hitting even deeper now since i'm flat against the bed.

f-fuck uhh I whine out in a raspy tone as I come down from my high .

He starts to loose his pattern as his hips stutter and his dick twitches in me

fuck gonna fill this pussy up he groans as he pumps deep inside me .

With a couple more thrusts he stills and I feel his warm liquids spill into me . I whimper from how sore I am from him pounding into me and my head falls flat on the bed.

He pulls out and lands two smack on my ass

flip over matt orders . I snap my head to look at him

w-what i... I get cut off by him

aww sweetheart you thought we were done with you he says in a sickly sweet tone as him and Chris switch places .

flip.over .now he orders and I reluctantly do .

You gonna take it like a good girl he asks with a smirk and I nod my head.

he smacks me on the cheek

im not goanna remind you again use your words he growls out and I whimper

y-yes sir

he smirks Yes sir what he asks tilting his head

yes sir ill t-take it like a good girl I whimper out as I look into his darkened eyes.

good he smiles as he lines his dick to my entrance and slides in with a groan and I whimper. Im still so sensitive from chris and matts just a tiny bit smaller than him so it doesn't help the sensitive feeling at all.

he starts pounding into me so deep my eyes roll back and I let out a scream .

yeah you feel how deep I am he grits out as he presses down on my lower stomach where hes bulging in me .

I try and push his hand off by grabbing his wrist but Chris slaps me across the face

you take what we give you now open he growls at me as he taps his dick on my lips .

I let go off matts hand and angle my head to the side opening my mouth letting Chris slide deep into my throat immediately couching and gagging on him. Matt angles his hips to hit just the right spot to make me squirt and the pressure he's putting on my stomach has my juices spraying out of me all over him , the bed and me. I scream onto Chris making him groan loudly as he grabs onto my hair.

Holy fuck atta girl he groans as my legs shake and I stop squirting.

He starts pounding into me again still holding his hand on my lower stomach . Im crying and whimpering as they both abuse my holes . I want to push Matt away from how overstimulated i'm becoming but refrain from doing so knowing it'll only make him go harder.

I squirt again and Matt has to pull out from the force.

I scream around Chris as my whole body spasms and my stomach contracts .

Fuck keep fucking moaning around me and ill fill this slutty little mouth in no time he groans as he speeds up his thrusts and i'm gagging and choking from how deep he's getting.

Matt thrusts back in making me scream out again and Chris whimpers as his hips sputter and his grip on my hair tightens . I cry out from how hard he pulling as tears stream down my face showing no signs of stopping until they're done with me.

Fuck this pussy is so fucking wet Matt groans as he grips my hips and slams so hard into me I can barely breathe.

I swallow around Chris and that makes him immediately fill my throat with his cum.

God damn he groans as he pulls out of my mouth and watches me swallow it down with a smirk on his face.

I look back up at Matt as he smirking down at me as his hair hangs over his hooded eyes and his horse chain dangles in my face.

My hands come around his back as my nails cut into his skin.

Only small whimpers escape me but no other sounds will come out .

what's the matter we fuck you dumb he asks in a deep cocky tone as he smiles down at me sending a chill up my spine.

mmmm I whine as I squirt again out of nowhere causing me to shake underneath him.

Fuck he groans as my juices spill out all over his dick and the bed under me. Im certain there will be a puddle when we're done.

M-matt i cry out as my nails drag down his back deeply . I can barely get words out . Im breathing heavy as my legs tremble and my back arches as I feel another orgasm coming in.

You gonna cum hmm he says in a husky voice

I nod my head as my eye brows furrow and my body begins too numb.

not unless you beg for it he says in a deep humiliating tone that has me pulsing even more around him.

I-- mmm p- I try my best to get the words out but I physically cant.

oh come on you can try harder than that he teases as his fingers come down to play with my clit making the pain of my incoming orgasm even worse.

mmmm p-PLEASE PLEASE SIR CAN I CUM I finally get out I didn't mean to scream it it just came out that way.

mmmm I don't know chris what do you think he says as Chris looks down at me smirking darkly.

mm I don't think she begged hard enough he says with a deep chuckle

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FUCK PLEASE I scream out as I stare into matts dark dead eyes.

he smiles cum he orders me and I do as my entire body shakes and my breathing stops for a couple seconds . My body slumps back onto the bed as my breathing is erratic and my whole body is numb and tingly .

My nails dig so deep I know his back will be burning for days but he doesn't seem to care as he just smirks down at me .

Chris comes down to my level stroking my face as tears stream down and matt still pounds into me . Seriously how the fuck does he have this much stamina .

Such a good little whore for us y/n he whispers and I whimper as one of my hands moves to his wrist as I slide his hand onto my neck .

He smirks as his eyes glisten

Aww did our little slut wanna be choked he says in a patronizing voice making my eyes roll back as raspy whimper escape my mouth .

fuck gonna fill this little pussy matt groans as he starts to loose rhythm and pounds deep and rough as he groans and his hips still as his cum spills into me and I whimper.

Chris leans in bringing me into a deep sensual kiss as he squeezes my neck making me whimper into the kiss.

he pulls away bringing his hand back up to my face and placing a kiss on my forehead . My eyes are hazy and my body is numb my legs feeling like 10 pound weights.

Matt pulls out making me hiss from how sore and sensitive I am.

J-jesus christ I whisper out making them both chuckle .

You okay matt says as he throws on his boxers and some sweatpants

mhm I hum as I nod my head as i'm still trying to catch my breathe.

Come on legs go get you cleaned up Chris says as he pick me up and carries me to the bathroom starting the water in the bathtub.

He sets me on the toilet letting me so my business while he grabs a change of clothes for me .

I finish up and he comes back in as I'm standing on wobbly ass legs holding onto the counter.

He turns off the tub adding some body wash making it a bubble bath and helping me get into the tub as I sit down my muscle instantly relax and I sigh in exhaustion.

he uses his hands to cup water and pout it over my hair washing away the sweat and tears that had dried in my hair line.

You doing okay we didn't go to hard did we he asks as he gives me a concerned look.

No no im okay it was the best sex ive ever had I say with a small laugh making him smile at me widely .

Good I think we should probably skip tomorrow I don't think your legs would be happy about standing around for hours on end he says as he runs his hands down my shoulder .

Yeah I agree im so sore I say smiling as I look at him with half open eyes . i'm so tired and the hot bath water is only making me more tired.

you tired Matt says as he comes on with a towel for me .

yeah exhausted actually I say as I start to get up and out of the tub as Matt wraps the towel around my body and rubbing me down to dry me off.

They both help me get my clothes on which consist of one of matts shirt and a pair of christ boxers.

I smile as I look in the mirror and go to rinse my face off since there was dried sweat and some spit mixed with chris's cum on my chin . after I finish washing my face off we all make it back into the room and lay down .

these sheets are different Chris says as he looks down at them.

Yeah cause princess over here made a big mess he teases making me groan and hide my face in embarrassment .

they both chuckle

hey don't be embarrassed it was hot chris says as he kisses my forehead .

yeah yeah im tired now lets go to sleep I say with a yawn .

goodnight matt says as he turns off the lights and turns the fan on .

"night" me and chris say In unison as he spoons me from the back .

Matt come to lay down and I sling my arm over his bare stomach .

we all drift to sleep happy with how are trip is going so far.

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