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macfrog · 10 months

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jet

🎉 thank u guys so much for 1k followers 🎉 i don’t know how we got here but i love you all endlessly and can’t thank you enough for all the love n support. here’s some smutty joel to celebrate 🤩 this might become something, it might not. i dunno. wanted to try it out tho. lmk your thoughts ✨

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you and joel have an agreement: follow his movements, follow his orders, stay alive. what happens when, one night, he asks you to break the deal?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) post-outbreak!joel, pining i guess?? when don't i pine for this man, praise kink, light bondage, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (don't u dare), creampie, dom!joel, soft!joel, age gap (late 20s reader, late 40s joel), cursing, cute horsies

word count: 6.9k

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Somewhere between Missouri and Illinois, last time you checked. Joel has the map, and you don’t bother asking him to see it much. You’ve been following the Mississippi north, on his orders, looking to hit St. Louis sometime tomorrow. Provided you don’t run into any trouble, that is.

It’s been three days with no safe refuge. Camping out in deserted houses with wood for windowpanes, stores infested with rats, office buildings with infected roaming. Joel figures the outskirts of the city are a good spot to stop for a couple nights, regain your strength, find supplies.

You’re a few paces ahead of him, only turning your head slightly when you notice an offramp, and looking back ahead when he doesn’t give any direction. You weave in and out of abandoned cars, hips swaying with the clipping of your horse’s hooves on broken asphalt, Joel’s horse in time at your heels.

You’d untethered the pair of them on a farm back in Nebraska. Joel had told you to stay put while he cleared the house, but you’d wandered over to the field when you spotted them. Timid, skittish, starving.

Five minutes hooked over the fence and they were both eating grass you’d pulled from the earth, right out of your hand. Joel’s heavy footsteps approaching had spooked them back a few steps, but you’d petted their muzzles and when he did the same, they soon warmed to him, too.

He’d jerked his head in a nod and muttered, “Good job,” before finding two saddles, strapping them on, and helping you onto the chestnut brown one – who you’d named Jet.

Joel had found tins of food in the farmhouse, and a switchblade for you to carry. He had a new stain on his shirt.

“Infected?” you asked.

He grunted in reply. Then rolled the tins into his backpack and hoisted himself onto his own horse, giving her reins a tug.

You knew that meant that yeah, there’d been infected inside. And recent, too, going by how well-kept the horses looked. It can’t have been longer than a week.

Joel’s silence as you both wandered down the farm track probably meant that there weren’t just adults in the house, either.

You’d glanced over to him, giving him a small smile. Bent over and reached for his horse’s ears, scratching where her soft black coat met her mane. The reins lay loose around Joel’s knuckles.

Protecting and providing for you was more important than some infected kids in a farmhouse. Joel had made that more than clear over the time you’d been with him. But somewhere, buried deep underneath years of fighting and killing, tucked away under a dusty flannel shirt, you knew his heart was hurting.

That was two weeks ago. Joel hasn’t talked about it, and you’re not interested in bringing it back up. Y’all got to the farm, took everything it had to offer, and you left.

Jet clicks her way along the highway somewhere south of the city. It’s still bright out; Joel reckons probably a few more hours of sunlight, so you know he’ll be scouting for places to camp out soon.

You lean back to stretch your spine, hand steadying yourself on Jet’s rump, her tail swishing as she walks. Her head bobs, looking from left to right, from the trucks with smashed windows sprouting moss, over to the trees losing leaves in the fall breeze.

It’s peaceful. Not much is, these days.

It’s quiet enough that Joel can listen for any sound of oncoming threat, and quiet enough that you can shut your eyes and pretend like you’re on some trail in the Texas country, on a warm summer evening; not exhausted, covered in dirt, weeks since you washed, days since you slept.

You’re humming gently to yourself, imagination taking you down by a creek where Joel pulls you by hand off the horse and you sit down to a picnic or something. He’d bring a basket. Maybe a bottle of wine, or a cheese board. Maybe he lays you back and kisses you on the blanket. Maybe his hand starts to wander up your thigh, skirt ruffling as he goes…

“Not much out here, is there?”

His voice startles you, bursting the seams of your daydream. He isn’t much of a talker, not unless you start it. You sit up straight and give your head a shake, as if dislodging the fantasy from your mind.

You twist around to look at his face; squinting under the bright white sky. Tired, same as you, lined, flecked with years and sun and survival.

“Hm?” he asks when you still don’t reply.

“Not a lot,” you finally say, clearing your throat and turning back to the road.

Finding the horses isn’t the only thing that’d happened two weeks ago.

Joel hadn’t wanted to camp in the farmhouse, hadn’t wanted to have to shift the bodies. Too much effort, or too much for you to see, maybe. You’d protested, heart set on a night’s sleep in an actual bed, but he hadn’t budged.

And you knew not to push him.

The sun was setting, though, so Joel led you down a dirt track toward a barn and burst the padlock. He tied the horses up just inside the door, used bundled up hay as a makeshift mattress upon which he laid out a blanket for you.

He barricaded the door as you lay back, did a walkaround of the place just in case any infected – or worse – were waiting to surprise y’all, and then sat down next to you.

Your head by his thigh, you put a hand on his knee.

“You can lie down, too, y’know.”

He grunted in response, breathing deep and steady.

“Joel.”

You took his shoulder and tried to pull him down to you, but the man is stronger than anyone you’ve ever met, even in his late forties, and you were convinced he’d only pretended to be yanked toward you so as not to hurt your feelings too much.

He remained upright. “Just want to keep watch for a while.”

Joel’s like this when you’re on the road. He’s cautious. On high alert. Always watching ahead, always listening out for whatever he thinks he might hear in the distance. Sometimes you can say something to him and have to give his leg a kick for him to answer you.

You’d sighed and pushed yourself up to lean your bicep against his. He furrowed his brows and scanned you from your jeans to your jaw.

“If you’re up, I’m up,” you told him.

“You need sleep,” he replied flatly.

You shrugged. “So do you.”

“What good is both of us tired?”

You sighed again and shook your head. You weren’t gonna argue with him.

Good thing he didn’t feel much like arguing, either. Ten minutes later he was on top of you, jeans loose on his thighs, head buried in your shoulder, fucking you senseless. Grunting and groaning into your skin.

You’d scored marks into his shoulder blades with your nails that you’re sure, if you peeled back his shirt right now, would still be there.

It’d tired you both out enough that Joel settled with your head on his chest, his hand in your hair, eyes trained on the barn doors. You don’t know if he slept a wink. You never know if he sleeps these days.

Joel hears the hoarseness of your voice and knows that you’re tired, ‘cause he clicks to his horse and she trots up alongside you and Jet. He pulls the map from his backpack. You tilt your head to take a look.

“Keep ridin’ for another hour,” he mumbles. “’m sure we’ll find somewhere soon. Looks like we’re still a little way out of St. Louis.”

You nod, rolling your head back. The cloudy sky burns your corneas as you watch a bird fly overhead. Joel slips the map back into his bag and you feel his hand on your thigh.

“You okay?”

“Mhm. Tired,” you whisper.

“Only a little while longer.” He gives your leg a small squeeze and his hand returns to the reins. He doesn’t fall back, instead, stays ambling along by your side. It feels like company. Feels nice. Feels…normal.

Two weeks is a long fucking time. Especially when your adrenaline peaks on the regular, sometimes multiple times in one day, and you’re alone with Joel all day and all night. Trusting each other, relying on each other. Saving each other time and time again. It was only natural that you began to rely on each other for…more than just survival.

You can’t remember when you found him. It was in the QZ, back when you believed in stability and structure. When you believed in people. Now, the only thing you believed in was Joel. Broken, hurt, shut-off Joel, who’d grumbled an apology when his shoulder brushed yours in the hallway and changed everything.

You like to think you were something new to him, something different. A challenge, maybe. Something worth holding onto, anyway, for reasons he was yet to let you in on.

He had an apartment of his own, with a bed of his own, which was something you weren’t used to. You shared a cramped apartment with Luce, a single mom with a two-year-old. Joel’s was where you went when the tantrums, the screaming in the middle of the night, the ration cards being destroyed either by ripping, by eating, or else by other means, became too suffocating.

Joel didn’t believe in anything or anyone, either. That’s what kept you coming back.

He’d just open his door and step aside to let you in. Barely a word. He’d ask if you’d eaten, and share his plate with you either way. Wordlessly picking away at the same food, making sure you got the last spoonful of soup, the last strip of jerky.

Most nights he’d fuck you until your mind went blank, nothing but the smell of him, feel of him, sound of him. No talking, no kissing, no touching. Just the sound of the bed springs, Joel’s soft groans as he bottomed out inside you. The feel of his hot skin, hips rubbing against the inside of your thighs. The bare, cracked brick walls of his apartment would fade away with each thrust, and then slowly seep back in when your orgasm began to wash away.

You knew it was time-wasting, for both of you. Scratching an itch. But some nights, it felt like more. The nights when he’d be so caught up in what he was doing, so caught up in you, that he’d forget to pull out. The nights his hips would snap messily and suddenly he was spilling inside of you, a deep groan humming against your skin between his teeth.

He wouldn’t care to ask, and you wouldn’t offer the information for free, but you remember every fucking time he did it. Where it’d happened, the position he had you in, how long it took for him to finally peel his body off of yours.

And afterwards, he’d let you sleep with your head on his chest. Let you play with his fingers. Let you talk to him; let you ask questions.

Didn’t mean he answered all of them. Didn’t even mean he answered much. Some, he’d give away more openly than others, but you soon got used to clocking when he was keeping a secret. Make a mental note of it, remember to chip away at it.

He trusted you, though; you knew that. Knew it by the way his fingers knotted safely in your hair, the way he’d lie naked with you until the sun came up. The way his breathing would slow, the way he’d mumble in his sleep.

You never talked to him about the incoherent words he’d breathe – but you could piece them together well enough to understand him better than his waken self would ever reveal.

When you brought up leaving, one rainy night weeks ago, he thought about it maybe twice over. Asked how he was supposed to keep you safe.

You do that already, you told him.

‘s different outside. You don’t understand.

It can’t be any worse than in here.

You’d taken a step forward, and he’d flinched, but allowed you to take his strong jaw in your hands. You tried to form a sentence, and when your throat closed up, eyes flitting between his, he took your wrists and lowered them. The shadow of a rain-spattered window doused in a sickly amber glow across his face.

You’d wanted to kiss him. And had he left your hands where they were just a few seconds longer, you think you might’ve. Joel saw it in your eyes, and stopped it.

Whatever. It had still convinced him. He packed his bag and you snuck down the fire escape the following night. Joel’s fingers were hooked around your belt loop the entire time, keeping your hip in stride with his all the way until you were at least a hundred feet away from the QZ wall.

His other concern was his age. Why someone like you would want to run away with someone like him. Forty-something, graying, past his peak. He has, like, twenty years on you. Once he made some reference about Bruce Springsteen and, when your face blanked, he sighed and took the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

I know who Bruce Springsteen is, asshole, you’d said, just didn’t get that reference.

He’d shaken his head and given you a sly, twisted smirk, then pushed you out the door of the apartment block you guys were searching.

Still, despite the years between you, you have one major thing in common.

You’re both good at getting each other…there.

Joel knows exactly what to do to make you tick. You know exactly how to push him until he does it. It’s in the way you look at him, the way you touch him. Things you say that make his stony eyes flit once down your body, and then you know you’re in.

It’s a little harder to do while on horseback, you gotta admit. The best you can do is look at him, say a sentence or two laced with want and need. Hope that he reads through the lines.

It’s worked a few times, when Joel’s suddenly found a shed or basement you can camp out in and then made it difficult for you to walk for the next couple days.

Right now, you feel too tired to even bat your eyelashes at him, never mind coming up with lines to turn him on. You’ve been on the highway for a few hours by this point, little sign of shelter anywhere nearby. Joel holds his hand out and you bring your horses to a stop in view of a hospital a couple miles ahead.

“That’s gotta be teemin’ with them,” you say, looking over to study his expression.

“Hm,” Joel agrees, and glances to the right.

“What you thinkin’? Sun’s getting lower.”

He takes a deep breath, pulls on the reins. “Know somewhere nearby.”

He heads off the highway with a click of his teeth, and you follow. You shut your eyes, chin burying beneath the collar of your shirt. You’d kinda hoped that he’d offer to clear even a small part of the hospital for you to rest up, maybe more, but you trust him enough to lead you somewhere safer, somewhere quieter.

That trust begins to wear thin, though, when the sun disappears behind the trees, drowning you guys in a low dusk, and the temperature begins to fall. Joel’s using what’s left of the gray light to guide him, slowing down to take a hold of Jet’s reins and line her up with his own horse.

“I thought you said an hour,” you mumble, grip becoming slack on the leather.

“Changed my mind,” he replies. “Almost there.”

Your eyes start to roll with exhaustion, hips aching from the position you’ve been sat in for hours now. It’s not until you notice the silhouette of a tall sign in the clearing, black against the fading purple sky, that you blink yourself awake.

Joel pulls you and Jet off the road to a deserted parking lot, shadowed by a motel. He slows the horses down, listening for any signs of life, leading them to the side of the building.

“Easy,” he whispers, pulling on the reins. Both animals come to a halt.

He slides off the saddle, hitting the ground with a thud. He takes your hands, pulling you down to him, and you glance around.

“Stay here,” he tells you, and you don’t have the energy to argue back.

He makes off, pulling his gun from his holster. You stand with a hand on each horse’s muzzle, gently petting. Joel’s gone for a decent amount of time, his silhouette slowly sneaking in and out of every room, spending a couple minutes in each before he clears it.

He returns with a box of pills, some gauze, and a bottle of water, which he hands to you. You take a long swig and pass it back, and he does the same.

“What will we do with Jet ‘n…?”

“Huh?” he asks, replacing the cap on the half-empty bottle.

“What’s your horse called?”

“She ain’t got a name.”

You tsk. “Bad owner.”

“We ain’t their owners.”

“Mine’s is Jet. Pick a name.”

Joel sighs and shakes his head, but you know he’s gonna spend all night thinking up some name to go with yours. “We’ll tie ‘em up out here.”

“What if something happens to them?”

“Well,” he says, leading them toward the shelter, “if somethin’ happens to them, it only means it’s about thirty seconds away from happenin’ to us.”

He jerks his head toward the first room as he ties them up, and you know the conversation is over.

You wander into the small, dingy room, pulling your jacket from your shoulders. It smells of damp, the wallpaper’s peeling off the wall above the bed. The sheets are in disarray, a little dusty, but they look clean enough. The bathroom walls are covered in grime. Drawers empty, closet doors missing, entire place ransacked.

It’s as good as you get, these days. At least it has a solid roof.

Joel settles the horses and closes the door gently behind himself. You’re already tugging your boots off, sat at the foot of the bed.

He rests his gun on the nightstand and straightens up, stretching his back with a quiet groan.

“’s cozy,” you offer, and he nods.

“Better ‘n risking that hospital.”

The bedsprings creak when you shimmy up the mattress, resting your back against the hardwood headboard. It ain’t the most comfortable, but then it’s not meant to be, is it? It’s only meant to be safe, which Joel’s made sure of.

He stands at the bottom of the bed, watching you as you bounce up and down a couple times, laughing quietly at the sound of the springs beneath you. His expression clouds over under low brows.

“Y’okay?” you ask, tilting your head.

He nods again. Eyes flitting up and down, from your face to your neck, back up, and then lower still. Your chest. Your stomach. Your legs. You feel your heartbeat quicken when he takes a step forward.

“Just had to find somewhere better.”

“Better?” You smile. “Have you seen the world, Miller?”

He leans his knee against the foot of the bed. His brown eyes darken even more, and his jaw tenses.

“Had to find somewhere better,” he mutters, “so I could fuck you in peace.”

Your breath catches. You stare from his lips back up to his eyes. His fists are balled tight. His chest heaves with steady panting. There’s something flickering in the depths of those warm eyes; an ember, drawing you in. Tantalizing you.

You sit forward, pushing onto all fours, and crawl down the groaning bed to him, rising onto your knees when your hands meet his shirt. Your chest against his stomach, you look up into his eyes.

His rough hands knot in your hair and he pulls down, yanking your head back and your chin up to him. He studies your face, outlined in the moonlight seeping through the window. Then he lowers his jaw and lines his lips against yours.

“That what you want?” he hums against your mouth. You swallow his words – they claw at your throat as they go.

“Uhuh,” you breathe back, trying to connect your lips. He doesn’t allow you; steadily dodges your jaw like you’re a pair of negative magnets, repelling off one another. You moan.

“Needy girl,” Joel whispers. “Two weeks too long for you?”

“Mhm.”

You’re not tired anymore. You’re fucking desperate. You feel your cunt dripping, seeping through your underwear, worsened when Joel’s hand reaches down between your legs and cups you through your jeans.

You gasp and grab his arms to steady yourself.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, hand tensing around your core.

Your lip trembles as you watch the way his mouth moves, how he shapes the words. His teeth locked between soft lips, dappled with brown hair, ends singed gray. The way he almost spits the words.

Your chest meets his torso when you breathe in, a deep, shaky breath. Joel notices; the corners of his mouth twitch, holding back a smile.

“Want you to…want you…”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. He pushes you back and falls on top of you, strong body pinning you against the mattress, hand still clamped to your crotch.

His head dips to your neck where he bites, scratches and sucks, mumbling against your hot skin, “Tell me, baby. Use your words.”

Your head begins to swim, body starts pulsing with electricity. Baby. Joel’s pet names are limited to one thing. One activity.

“Want you to f– fuck, Joel – fuck me.” Fuck me fuck me fuck me.

His hand begins wrestling with the button of your jeans. Thick fingers fumbling with your zipper, taking your waistband with both hands and hauling it down. The force of it pulls you down the mattress too, squealing as Joel rips the denim from your legs. You lower your hands to help him, but once they’re tossed to the floor, he bats you away.

He’s shaking his head, tsking, then takes both your wrists in one of his huge hands. Fingers twisted around your delicate skin, pinning them above your head. The bed sighs around you when he pushes your hands into the mattress. Your back arches, your chest rising to meet his.

Your legs part, knees settling either side of his waist. Of course they do. It’s what you know now. It’s basic fucking instinct at this point.

His free hand returns to cup your sex, feeling how wet you are through your now soaked underwear.

“Baby,” he coos, “this all for me?”

You nod a little too eagerly, not that you’re present enough to care. But it beckons a smug smile from Joel, who begins sliding your panties down your thighs.

Your hips lift to let him drag the fabric down, biting your lip, not willing to wait another fucking second for him. Lace meets denim on the torn-up floor, and you sigh, settling back against the rusty bedsprings and mottled sheets.

Joel’s free hand ghosts from your wrist down to your elbow, teetering along the sleeve of your t-shirt over to the collar, where he pulls it so far down into the valley between your breasts that a small noise passes your lips.

“Hm?” he asks, fingers pausing against your breastbone.

“’s my only shirt. Don’t…”

He kisses his teeth. His gaze never lifts from your heaving chest, skin damp with sweat right underneath his fingers. You can see him tossing it over in his head. What he wants to do, versus what he probably shouldn’t.

He blinks. Decision made.

“Give you one of mine,” he growls, and hooks his fingers, dragging the fabric of your shirt lower and lower until the collar tears open and it’s another scrap lost to the motel room floor.

And then there you are, naked and writhing underneath him. He’s still in his dusty flannel. There’s sweat lining his forehead. He holds himself over you, hovering, taking every inch of you in and storing it behind his eyes.

You jerk your hands, trying to break free just to touch him, feel him, but he pulls away again, tutting.

“No, pretty girl,” Joel coos, “gonna take my time with ya.”

You moan in protest, still wriggling under his body. His grip on your wrists doesn’t loosen, not even when his free hand dips to undo his belt. The cold metal kisses your naked thighs when he pulls it through his jeans; the leather drags up your torso and across your face as he lifts it.

He takes your hands individually, careful and yet rough, urgent, and slots them between the slats of the headboard. Your head turns up to watch what he’s doing. The silver of his belt buckle knocks against the wood as he slips it under your wrists, feeding it between your skin and the mattress, wrapping it around the slat between your hands.

Then he slips the belt through the buckle, and pulls. Tight. Your hands come together, wrists kissing, the leather burning your skin the tighter he pulls. You whine, head rolling back to meet his gaze, fixed on yours.

“Since you don’t wanna listen.”

The drip in his voice, sweet like honey, smooth as whiskey, forces your legs open wider. Joel smirks, pushing himself down the mattress and out of your view.

Staring up at the gray ceiling, you’re left just to feel him. Feel him as his palms splay out on your knees, pushing them into the bed. Feel his stubble graze the inside of your thigh as he drags his tongue up, leaving a trail of wet behind.

Feel when he breathes a whisper across your aching cunt, something you can’t hear over the ruffling of sheets around your head as you toss around. And feel when his fingers part your lips, opening you up wide for him to really fucking see.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, and you find the strength to lift your head to watch. He’s leant over you, one arm hooked around your left thigh, holding it open, the other fucking…playing with you. Like you’re some fancy gadget. Like you’re brand new to him.

“So,” he runs two fingers from your clit through your folds, “fuckin’,” lines them up at your entrance, “pretty – for me.”

He pushes up into you, and your head hits the pillow with a stifled groan. You’re panting through your teeth, back arching the deeper he goes, stretching you out and rocking waves of sparkling heat through you. Waves that hit the other end of your stomach and come rippling back, throbbing around his thick fingers.

His arm bears down on your thigh, forcing your legs wide open for him. His hand cups your clit and you buck your hips, rutting against the base of his palm. Joel laughs softly.

“Patience, darlin’. Don’t want it to be over ‘fore it’s even started.”

Your head rocks back and forth, eyes tight shut. It’s all you can fucking do, tied tight to the bed. Joel pumps his fingers in and out of you, adding a third when you’re wet enough, thumb never leaving your clit.

You can feel your orgasm brewing in your stomach. Feel the tension between your hips. You’re chasing it, eyes shut, focusing only on Joel’s hand fucking in and out, in and out. You’re coming close, body pushing into the mattress, legs widening even more to let him slip a fourth finger inside you.

“Feel good?” he asks, almost with a laugh. There’s a smirk painted across his lips, you know it, even though you can’t find the energy to open your eyes.

You whimper in response, some small, muffled sound roughly shaped like yeah.

“Yeah,” Joel agrees, and his wrist flicks harder.

You moan every time his fingertips kiss the edge of your cunt, pushing against the soft walls. You moan when he drags them out, leaving you empty. Again, when he pushes them back in, rough and fast. And then when he lowers his lips to your ear and tells you how good you’re being, how pretty you look, how hard he’s gonna…

It’s like he changes his mind in an instant.

Withdraws his hand, slick-covered and still hooked. Pulls it away as quickly as he pulls your orgasm from your body. It drains from you; reduces back to an ache you can’t reach.

Joel slips his fingers between his lips as he readjusts himself, repositioning on the squealing mattress. Sucks them clean as casually as he would at a cookout or something, then takes your hips in both hands and straightens you up.

His jeans are tugged down barely past his ass. He’s not prepared to waste any time ripping his own clothes off like he did yours. Just leans forward, pulls his solid cock from his boxershorts, and spits into his hand.

You watch through eyes glazed with lust as he strokes himself a couple times, eyes always on your swollen cunt, groaning as his spit coats his shaft. Then he lowers himself to you and does the same, only running his length through your folds.

You whine, feeling that familiar thickness separate you so close to where you need him, and yet so fucking far.

“Joel…” you whisper, but he’s not listening.

Transfixed on the sight of his cock moving against your soaked cunt. Listening to the sweet, wet sounds the pair of you make. His tip catches on your entrance a couple times and you gasp. Just fucking do it already.

“Fuck,” Joel growls under his breath, and then…

It’s been months. Might even be years. But the feeling of him pushing inside you for the first time is still the same. Every. Fucking. Time. He’s bigger, thicker than anyone you’ve ever slept with before. And he knows it, because every single time, he glides into you without hesitation. No time for you to adjust. Just fills you up straight away, lets you deal with it later.

He’s cocky like that. Too careful when you’re on the road, and too careless when you’re between the sheets. Not that you’re fuckin’ complaining.

Your mouth falls open in a choked moan. Your lungs are gasping for air. Joel’s all you can feel.

Your elbows lift into the air, arms desperate to break free just to grab onto him, ground yourself, feel him close against you. Your wrists lock against the hardwood, leather digging into your skin as punishment for trying to break free. You’re stuck; nothing but the overwhelming feeling of him between your legs, filling you up and leaving you empty over and over again.

“Good girl,” he’s panting, still watching where his cock lines up with your cunt, and then disappears inside.

He leans down and his lips find home on your shoulder, sucking sweet marks into the skin like he always does. His tip bumps against your cervix, jolts of sensitivity pushing through you each time he bottoms out causing you to whine into his flannel.

“Fuck, Joel.”

“I know, I know. I got you. I’ll get you there again, baby.”

You had a routine. Follow his movements, follow his orders, stay alive. Deviate slightly from that routine, even for a minute, and you threw the whole agreement into jeopardy. One misstep on a crowded street dotted with cars once had a sniper open firing at you both for nearly two hours until Joel found him and put a bullet between his eyes. That time your curiosity got the better of you and Joel almost lost a hand stopping you from walking down an alleyway and straight into a wire trap.

Repeat it, Joel had said that night. Crouched by his apartment window, rain battering off the glass. Hands on the frame, ready to hoist it up and let you slip out any second. Repeat. It.

Do as you say, you whispered back. And only then did he pull the sash.

This is not the fucking routine. This is not the agreement. You fucked, of course you did. But that’s all it ever was. Hungry, touch-starved, desperate sex. Bored sex. We-almost-died-today sex. Not this.

Not: clear an entire motel just so nothing within a two-mile radius gets to hear you fuck me senseless. Strip me down, tie me up, push me to the edge with your hands, but don’t let me go without you. Curl your lips around my ear while you’re buried inside me and whisper praises. Whisper baby. Whisper…anything you like. Anything you wouldn’t say when the sun’s up.

This feels like it means something. To both of you. Feels like Joel’s looking for something in you, asking something of you. And you want to give it to him, whatever it is.

And maybe that’s the point.

He’s proving that he could make you do fucking anything. Let him tie you to a bedframe, push you close enough to the edge that you can feel the pressure of release beckoning you forward like the wind circling your ankles.

And you’re proving that you’ll do it. You’ll do what he says. Follow him to the edge, refuse to jump. Pull his body into yours, make it feel like home for a night.

He’s proving that he’ll take care of you, and you’re proving that you’ll let him.

Your wrists are burning. Leather digging marks, searing skin, then rubbing over it again and again to cut it deeper. It’s starting to hurt, if you’re honest with yourself. Your face probably gives it away.

Probably, possibly. Definitely.

Joel notices you quieten and lifts his head from the crook of your neck. Studies your face for a fraction of a second and knows.

“Hey,” he says, reaching up. He loosens the belt with one hand whilst still deep inside you, hips thrusting slowly just as a place marker.

When your hands slip free, Joel’s clasp gently around your wrist, fingers delicate over the sensitive, reddened skin. His eyes almost glisten at the sight.

“Baby…” he whispers.

“’s okay,” you reassure him, loosening his grasp on you and settling your shaky hands on his jaw. “I’m okay. Liked it.”

Joel lowers his forehead against yours and picks his pace up again, and you moan into the space between your lips. Your legs lift higher, knees bumping against his shoulders. His hips snap into yours, his jeans rutting against the inside of your thighs, the bed creaking with each messy thrust.

“Close, baby,” his voice vibrates against your lips.

“Yeah,” you whine, chest pushing against his. “Fuck. Right there. Fuck.”

Your arm drapes over his shoulder blades, nails dig into the rough cotton of his shirt. Your left hand is still at his jaw, fingers caressing his cheek. Joined together at your hips and your brows, gaze never really meeting for longer than a second, but still. You’re right there. Joel – he’s right there.

It’s new, it’s intimate. It’s almost…sweet.

“Gonna cum with me?” he asks, sincerely. He’s not trying to coax it out of you. He’s checking that you want to fall over the edge. Not for him, not because of him, but with him.

You nod and he returns it, sweat sticking his dark hair to his forehead.

With his eyes on you, flitting between your parted lips and your batting eyelashes, too scared to settle on either place for too long, he lifts your hips and fucks into you fast. Deep. Fucking – hard. Skin slapping against yours, breath hot and tangling with yours between your lips.

The pressure between your hips begins to build again, rapidly, Joel adding to it with every movement. Every push of his thick cock against your walls only draws them in tighter, closing around him, holding him closer to you with each moan escaping both your lips.

“Darlin’…” he murmurs in a broken voice, and you know. He’s starting to falter. Thrusts weakening.

“’m there too,” you reply, gasping for breath.

“Let me – feel you,” he says, “pretty girl.”

Maybe it’s the fact you don’t normally talk. Maybe the fact he never touches you the way he has tonight. Maybe it’s him wanting you to cum first, before he will.

Or maybe it’s pretty girl, that finally sends you over.

You look so good to him. You’re being so good for him. ‘n he can’t help it, has to let you know. Has to let every thought that passes through his head slip out past his tongue.

Pulling his chest flat against yours, you throw your head back to the pillow with a moan so filthy, so guttural that you’d be surprised if you don’t have company in five minutes.

Joel’s at your heels, face buried between your breasts, groaning into your chest as his cock twitches deep inside you and you feel him fill you up.

Your orgasm’s still knocking you senseless, every nerve in your body electrified. You’re holding Joel tight to your body, his ear flat to your chest, and you know he can hear your heartbeat. Know he’s listening to it throwing punches from behind your ribcage.

He’s still groaning through his breaths, heavy and thick with his release. Cock still deep inside you, still, softening. You lay like that for…well, you’ve no idea how long. But after a bit, Joel pulls himself up off of you and wanders into the bathroom.

You sit up on your elbows, taking deep, steady breaths, and let the stars in your vision dissipate. Joel emerges a couple minutes later and finally tugs his jeans down. He lifts both his shirt and the tee underneath off in one motion, tossing them onto the sideboard, then slips back under the covers, wordlessly hooking a hand around your upper arm and pulling you down onto his chest.

Your legs intertwine with his. There’s cum seeping out of you onto his thigh. Both of you, mixed up as one. His fingers sift through your hair, doing little to untangle it but trying all the same. His breathing in time with yours, his lips pressed safely to the crown of your head.

Before you know it, you’re sleeping.

Dawn breaks early. Too early. You’re still tangled up in Joel, feeling his chest rise and fall. Listening to his heartbeat – slow, calm. The drapes – not that there’s much left of them – are too thin to stop any light from flooding in. It’s only a matter of time before he wakes up.

The rough sheets sting against your wrists – red marks scoring them where Joel’s belt had been. You wince, running light fingers over the grazes, hissing at your fingertips as they go.

It hurts way less than it thrills you. This little reminder of what you did last night. What Joel did. The pain subsides the longer you touch the scars, knitted brows melting into a smile.

You slowly lift your head, propping yourself up on your elbow. Just watching him. The dust in the room frames him in a sea of white glitter, the slow-emerging sun lights across his face and dips where the scar on his nose sits.

His arms are still around your waist, cradling you. Holding you to him. You know he’s stirring when they tighten, and then fall loose. Façade back up. Walls slowly rebuilding.

You dress yourselves in silence. Run out of words to say. There ain’t nothing to say – nothing that wasn’t said last night. Joel sinks into the mattress beside you to tie his laces, and your arms brush against one another a couple times. It’s like fire on ice.

He’s first to leave the room. Just pulls his jeans over his boots and stands, unlocks the door and lets the light flood in. You check once over for anything left behind, and slip out. The air is cool, twilight still slowly washing away. You sling your jacket over Jet’s back and pull yourself up.

Joel’s t-shirt is loose over your shoulders. He gave you a fresh one from his bag. It smells like him, but you don’t let him see when you bury your nose into it to breathe him in. The hem bunches up over the top of your thighs once you’re sat on the horse.

His eyes scan down you once, surveying you in hisshirt. Then he swerves off back toward the road, silhouette cutting between the rays of sun streaming between the pine trees.

“Ghost,” he tosses over his shoulder.

“Huh?” You click to Jet to follow.

“Horse’s name. Ghost.”

“How come?” you ask when you’re side by side with him.

He shrugs, upper lip turning. “When it’s dark, you can’t hardly see her. She’s like a ghost.”

Joel’s hand surfs gently across Ghost’s mane, fingers scratching her shining coat. Your bodies rock in time with the sway of the horses’ walking. The echo of their hooves on the asphalt masks the silence for a few moments.

“Alright,” you eventually accept, turning away to watch the sun lift above the prickly treetops.

And to hide the smile tugging on your lips.

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starrystevie · 1 year

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it's 2004 when steve finds himself back in hawkins for the first time since he moved away for good. he has a master's degree under his belt, a mortgage on a house outside of st. louis with a dog and picket fence, and a rockstar that wormed his way into his heart next to him in bed every night. he's closer to 50 than he is to 20 and life feels good, life feels settled, figured out in a way he never thought he'd get to see.

"you gonna tell me why you're shakin' like a leaf?"

but sitting across from wayne munson and his sharp gaze is enough to make him feel like a teenager again.

steve takes a sip from his glass of water before setting it down on the end table next to him and watches the way wayne's finger taps against the side of his coffee cup. it's like he's keeping rhythm with something that steve can't hear, like a drum beat in his head that proves that he's the reason eddie has musical talent.

"i'm fine," he responds back to wayne, a stilted smile crossing his face. wayne's gaze deepens like he he doesn't believe him. "i'm fine!"

there's a clock ticking somewhere in the living room and the faucet in the kitchen is dripping quietly and it makes the silence that falls between them even more deafening. steve takes in a deep breath and nods absently as he rubs his palms over his denim clad knees.

"is he in trouble?" wayne asks in a gruff voice, low and to the point. steve shakes his head immediately, stutters out something that sounds like no, and wayne looks at him with his eyebrows pinched together. "are you in trouble?"

"no, it's not-" steve stands up and paces out some of his nerves, hands shoved into his pockets so that he stops waving them around. he sighs and looks back at wayne. "it's nothing bad."

"if it ain't bad, then just say it."

steve groans and runs his hands through his hair. it's harder to do this than he thought it would be, quite possibly the hardest thing he's done in years and that's including having to admit to eddie that he does indeed like the stupid beard he grew as a dare from jeff. wayne is still staring at him with a determined look, like he won't let steve get away with any of his usual charming bullshit, and looks so much like eddie that it makes something in his heart explode.

"fine! i'm asking eddie to marry me and i need your permission or something. happy old man?" he finally says, or well, shouts. it's too loud in the quiet house and he can see wayne wince from the decibel he reaches but it's out. it's off his chest and he's finally said it.

and wayne is smiling.

seeing him smile is strange, not because he doesn't look good with a smile, but because it's not often that steve gets to bear witness to it. it starts off slow, clipped at the edges before it spreads to his cheeks and crinkles his eyes. steve's breathing hard when wayne stands up and wraps his hands around the tops of his shoulders. he can feel himself shaking under wayne's grip and from this close, he can see the tears that he knows wayne is fighting against.

"it's about damn time, boy. took you two long enough to pull your heads outta your backsides."

getting hugged by wayne is almost weirder than seeing him smile. it's short, to the point, with pats on backs and chuckles that break loose from steve's too tight chest. part of him wishes eddie were here to let him be a part of the moment, but it would ruin the surprise he's so carefully planned, so he revels in the rare time between just the two of them.

"had to wait for somewhere to allow it first, wayne," steve mutters as they pull apart and he feels hope unfurl somewhere within him when he says it.

"well, alright, i guess you're off that hook then. but y'know," wayne's sitting back down in his arm chair and steve does the same, matching grins plastered on their faces. "you don't need my permission. that boy is crazy over you and if you think you ain't a part of this family already, then you're crazier than he is."

steve looks around at the pictures on the shelf behind wayne's head. sees young eddie and wayne with arms around each other, sees a makeshift graduation picture, an out of focus one of the two of them outside their house in missouri, one of all three of them around the chritmas tree in '99 when they had wayne come down to see them, and he thinks, yeah. they're already a family. at least now it'll be paper official.

#don't ask i just wanted to write about wayne okay #bee try to not write wayne as if he is uncle bobby from spn challenge failed #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #wayne munson the man that we have made you........#this is long but i didn't want to ruin the flow with a read more so pls forgive me #crush the idea that a man has to ask permission to marry u but steve absolutely still would because he thinks it's what a gentleman does

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dailytomlinson · 3 days

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Louis Tomlinson has dropped a surprise album ‘Live’ – featuring songs that he recorded at 15 shows across 15 different cities.

Announced and shared yesterday (April 25), the album comes after the singer and former One Direction member embarked on two world tours over the past three years – playing just shy of 200 shows globally.

Now, a variety of performances from both tours – the ‘Louis Tomlinson World Tour’ and the ‘Faith in the Future World Tour’ – have been compiled into a new live album, which is available now.

Fifteen songs are included in the tracklist, and each was recorded in a different city, at a different show from across the three-year run. The album comes in both digital and physical formats, and features his singles including ‘Bigger Than Me’, ‘We Made It, ‘Walls’ and ‘Out Of My System’, alongside fan favourite album tracks, all released live for the very first time.

“I’ve been lucky enough to spend the last 3 years touring the world twice over. The feeling I get sharing those live moments will be with me forever,” Tomlinson said in a statement. “To be able to record these songs from all over the world and put them out as an album like this feels so special, and a real tribute to the fans who make each and every show feel unique and incredible. Thank you! Enjoy!”

There are four exclusive tracks split between the physical editions of ‘Live’, including a special version of the One Direction classic ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go’ – which is available only on the double CD.

Accompanying video clips of compiled tour footage will be shared on Louis’s social channels to support the release, showcasing a glimpse into his past three years on the road and 170 performances.

At time of writing, Tomlinson has shared two huge solo albums since departing from One Direction. His debut album arrived in the firm of 2020’s ‘Walls’, which has sold over 1.5 million copies, and the follow-up was called ‘Faith In The Future’. The latter went to Number One in the UK, Spain and Belgium, and Top 5 in the USA, Australia, New Zealand and across Europe.

Since May last year, Tomlinson has been on his ‘Faith In The Future World Tour’, which hits South America next month for its final leg. From there, the vocalist has a number of festival appearances lined up for the summer. Find remaining tickets to his shows here.

In other Louis Tomlinson news, earlier this week the singer, alongside Courteeners and English Teacher, were among the acts to be honoured at the first-ever Northern Music Awards.

The inaugural ceremony was hosted by the UK’s largest music therapy charity, Nordoff And Robbins and took place at the Albert Hall in Manchester; celebrating northern artists, festivals, venues and industry figures. The event saw Tomlinson named as Artist Of The Year.

#louis tomlinson #nme #article #press

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sluttyten · 2 years

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Love Daze

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Nine: Sex Pollen w/ Kun+Ten+YangYang

Word Count: 6,017

** involves foursome, kinda dubious consent (bc sex pollen), numerous orgasms, lots of the usage of noona, all kinds of endless fun

As the dorm auntie (“But don’t call me that. I’m hardly older than you, so call me the dorm noona, if you must,” you’d told them), sometimes you just wanted the place to look really nice. Clean and fresh, and not like a group of boys lived in it.

For the most part, the WayV boys did keep their dorms fairly clean, but there were times that you walked in and just wanted to turn around and walk back out. They would just reek of masculine energy, not a literal smell just a vibe.

Which is why today, you decided, you were going to do something to freshen the place up.

You’d recently visited a botanical garden, and while there were a couple signs throughout the place that did mention not taking any cuttings of plants, you hadn’t seen anyone watching when there was a particularly pretty plant tucked in a back corner of the garden.

It was a gorgeous plant with leaves that shimmered a deep green, vibrant flowers in a rich shade of purple. It smelled amazing. And you just knew that it would change any space it was in into something wonderful. So you’d looked around, searching for a security camera or anyone else that might see, and you’d stolen a clipping of the plant.

You had a bit of a green thumb, the witch’s touch, your grandmother had once called it. You could revive almost any plant, make something grow from nothing, and with your little snippet of the gorgeous plant from the garden, you’d already gotten a little growth in the pot you’d planted it in as soon as you’d arrived home that day.

And that’s the little plant you gifted to the boys. None of them particularly cared. You don’t think YangYang even noticed it. Kun had told you that he appreciated the thought, but he doubted they would be able to keep it alive. Ten was the most intrigued by it, asking you what type of plant it was, but you think that was mostly just because he wondered if it was cat-friendly.

For a while nothing much came of the plant. You checked on it each day you were at the dorm, watering it when it seemed necessary, but nothing seemed to really happen. Until one morning you walked into the dorm.

It was mid-morning so you weren’t surprised that none of them were awake. Even the cats were somewhat sleepy, Louis stretched out on the sofa, and Leon stretched languidly, rising from his spot only long enough to let you pet him and for him to bump his head against your hand before he returned to his sleep.

You went about your usual business: putting away groceries you’d bought for them, cleaning, tidying.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, and then you noticed your little plant sitting on the windowsill. It had sprouted nicely, a little shoot of that shimmery green had risen from the soil, and on it was a little bud of pale purple that you were certain would bloom soon into a smaller version of the gorgeously vibrant purple flowers you’d seen at the garden.

You continued your usual business, starting to make a meal, and by the time it was finished still none of them were awake, which was quite unusual. Even the cats were still dozing, even after you called their names and pretended like you were going to grab them treats.

Concerned that maybe there was a gas leak or something, you decided to check on the guys.

YangYang was asleep sitting up in his bed, headphones on. He was snoring softly, so you decided to leave him alone. Next you checked on Kun. You felt a bit like a mother, checking on your kids after bedtime, which felt a bit silly, but as you peeked in through Kun’s door, the resemblance in the actions was undeniable.

Kun was awake, you were relieved to see. He was lying in bed, staring at his phone.

“Sorry. None of you have come out yet, I was getting worried,” you tell him quietly.

Kun nods. “Late night.”

Still, you close his door behind you and move on to check on Ten.

Ten is also awake, but he’s not staring at his phone, nor is he doing much of anything else. He’s just staring at the ceiling, his hands clenching his bedsheets.

“Ten?” You say his name softly, and after a couple seconds, he turns his head to look at you, blinking dazedly like you’d just woken him. Maybe he’d been sleeping with his eyes open. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine.” His voice sounds distant, muddled. “Just feel a bit, uh, cloudy today.”

You take a step inside. “Are you sick?”

Ten doesn’t say anything as you come closer, as you reach out and lay your hand against his forehead to check for a fever. He does feel a bit warm, but not too hot. His eyes do look a bit glazed, and there’s a sweet scent in the air around him.

He’s not high, is he?, you wonder to yourself.

“Noona,” Ten suddenly grasps your wrist as you pull your hand back from his forehead. “Noona, do you think you could bring me some ice water?”

“Of course.” You pull your hand away. “I’ll be right back, Ten.”

As you close the door behind you, you notice the plant on the windowsill of the living room, the bud is opening, the inside that beautiful purple. But concern for Ten pushes you onward to the kitchen where you fill a glass with cold water for him, and on your way back to his room, you detour briefly to Kun’s room.

He looks up at you when you knock on the door and open it without waiting for an answer.

“I think Ten might be sick,” you say. “He’s a bit warm and I think he sounds a little funny.”

Kun rolls his eyes a little bit. “Ten always sounds a bit funny.” But he’s already pushing away his blankets and climbing to his feet, crossing the room towards you. As he comes close, brushing by you in the doorway, Kun pauses, looking down at you. “You smell nice, noona.”

“Oh, thank you.” You’re not wearing anything special today. You showered and washed your hair this morning, but maybe Kun’s smelling the lotion you’d put on after your shower. You thought it was without fragrance, but you could be wrong.

Kun leads the way the few feet over to Ten’s bedroom, pushing the door open and stepping inside with you right behind him.

You hurry over to Ten’s bed, handing him the ice water, which he quickly gulps down. “Can I have more?” He asks, passing the glass back to you.

That’s when Kun approaches, and he too reaches over to lay his hand on Ten’s forehead.

The sound Ten makes, something similar to a moan, has Kun snatching his hand back so quickly.

“Felt good,” Ten moans again.

“Alright, he’s definitely sick.” Kun stands up straight, and when he turns to look at you, you see that he’s a little flushed and his eyes are taking on an unfocused gleam. Within seconds, as you watch him inhale deeply, you see his eyes glaze over similar to Ten’s, and Kun sways on his feet.

As he sinks down to sit on the edge of Ten’s bed, you frown. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Kun waves you off, but you watch his hands curl against his sweatpants at his thighs. “It’s just quite warm in here, isn’t it?”

It feels fine to you, but as you stand here looking at the pair of them, they’re both sweating. What is going on?

A moment later, your exact line of thought is echoed as YangYang, finally awake, strides into the room. “Dude, what is going on? It’s hot as fuck in here, my ba—“ He cuts off the end of his sentence as he fully enters the room and sees you. “Ah, noona, hi.”

You watch his hands drift down to fold in front of him. YangYang puts on a sweet smile, though you notice his eyes have a similar shiny, unfocused quality as Kun and Ten. A bead of sweat races down the side of his face.

When YangYang steps around you to join the elder two on the bed, he glances sideways at you, murmuring under his breath, “I really like your perfume.”

Now…. It would be one thing if you were actually wearing a fragrance today, to actually have received compliments on it. But now that you think about it, your lotion is definitely unscented, so whatever it is that these guys are smelling, it’s not something you’re wearing.

“What is wrong with all of you today?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips as you stare at the three of them on Ten’s bed. “It’s not hot in here, you’re all acting at least a little drunk, or high maybe, and I’m not wearing any perfume! So stop telling me I smell nice!”

From halfway buried beneath the blankets, Ten says, “Okay, but you do smell really good.” You glare at the lumpy shape of him beneath the blanket until Ten takes it upon himself to fling the blanket away entirely, revealing his sweat-sheened and very naked body. And his definitely erect cock, though Ten does have the decency to immediately cover that bit with his hand before he says, “And I don’t know why, but I think the problem is that we’re all horny.”

YangYang nods, letting out a relieved sigh, and he moves his hands away from the front of his shorts. You can see the tent formed there by an erection. “Dude, thank God, I thought I was the only one. Randomly got hard as I was walking over here from my room.”

Kun slowly nods too. “Right as I started feeling a little too warm.” And then he looks at you, a few feet away, keeping your distance from whatever is going on. “Are you really not feeling it, noona?”

You’re not feeling the heat that has all three of them sweating like it’s a hot summer day in the sun. You’re not smelling whatever they’re smelling from you either. But, admittedly, the longer you stand here, the more aware you become of a certain need, your nipples are also peaking up, and honestly, if someone so much as brushed their hand against your bare skin, you might also moan like Ten had done when Kun touched him.

And right then, as you reach that realization that you too are inexplicably horny, you begin to feel a little hot around the collar. It’s a different heat than the blush of embarrassment, different than the heat of a warm summer day. This heat radiates fully through you, from top to bottom, and instantly you can feel sweat forming.

“What’s going on?” You ask again, more in frustration now, and you begin fanning yourself.

“Dunno,” Ten says, “But I feel like if I don’t cum soon, my dick is gonna explode.”

“Fucking same,” YangYang groans. Instantly, he begins palming himself over his shorts.

When you look at Kun, he’s already looking at you. You’re so used to him being the voice of reason, you seek that sense of comfort in this moment. But it’s no use, he just swears under his breath, then says, “Stay and join in, noona, or you can leave.” And then Kun’s slipping his hand down the front of his sweatpants.

There’s a damp spot on his crotch where his dick has been leaking precum, and right now you can see as his hand curls around his bulge, fisting it to jerk himself off.

You stand frozen, rooted to the spot, watching as Ten starts stroking his bare cock too.

“God,” you groan, taking a shaky step closer. “I’d better not get fired for this.”

“Won’t say a word to anyone, noona,” YangYang promises, though you’re not sure you can truly take his word as golden in the moment. You’re all so intoxicated, lust-driven that you don’t know if anything that any of you say can be taken at face value.

You go to Kun because he’s the closest, because you feel you know him best, because he’s the one that looks up at you as you come closer to the bed and his gaze looks blissed out.

The moment Kun’s hand touches your waist, your knees buckle, hitting the floor with a thud that sounds like it should hurt, but at the moment, the only pain you know is the desperate need that throbs between your legs. Kun gets it, he knows. His hand is under your chin, tipping your mouth up to his.

Kun kisses you like this isn’t the first time. Both of you moan into the kiss, hungry and needy.

Your hands explore his thighs, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants, and when you tug at it, Kun brings his hands to help you rid him of the only obstacle between you and his cock.

At last, as Kun’s cock springs free, you think you understand what the guys have been talking about. You don’t smell a sweet perfume on your own skin, but as soon as Kun’s cock is free, your sense is overwhelmed by an enticing, attractive scent of a cologne, a little musky in the best way.

You break away from kissing Kun, and your mouth drops immediately to his cock.

Kun isn’t the only one to moan. You moan as his cock slides over your tongue. YangYang and Ten moan too, though they’re still each only touching themselves.

You suck Kun’s cock like this is something normal between the two of you, like you know exactly what it is that he likes. You bob your head on his length, stroking your hand over what you can’t fit past your lips. You can feel yourself growing wetter and wetter with each pass of his cock over your tongue, tasting the saltiness of his precum and his sweat, smelling his skin and that strangely intoxicating cologne as you bury your nose in the thatch of hair at the base of his cock, swallowing around him.

Kun cums down your throat without warning, moaning loudly above your head, choking you on his cock as he presses a hand to your hair, keeping your lips tight around the base of his cock.

You’re still swallowing down all he’s given you, trying not to gag, when another hand brushes your head, knocking Kun’s away. YangYang tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you off of Kun, claiming, “My turn.”

You open your mouth, ready for it, needing it, as YangYang guides your mouth onto his cock. You can feel the last of Kun’s cum leaking from the corners of your lips as YangYang uses your mouth. Like with Kun, you feel like you know exactly what YangYang needs without any instruction.

He moans your name when you lift a hand to his balls, fondling them as you press your lips all the way down around him, swallowing and moaning around his cock jammed down your throat.

YangYang curses, carding his fingers through your hair to keep it out of your face as he starts thrusting, fucking your mouth while you lift your gaze up his body. He’s watching you, your lips and your wet eyes, the sweat that beads at your hairline because it really is incredibly warm in here, and maybe if your clothes were gone, it would be better.

No sooner have you thought it, than Kun is there kneeling behind you. “Aren’t you warm, noona? Do you want this off?” He fingers the edge of your sweater.

You whimper and make your best attempt at a nod, but it’s a little difficult while stuffed with YangYang’s cock.

Kun lifts your sweater, getting it up your chest, sliding your arms out, and he has to push YangYang back to stop him from still fucking your throat, so Kun can slip the sweater over your head. The moment it hits the floor, you’re drawing YangYang back in, scattering kisses along his cock, your hand once more playing with his balls.

Having the sweater gone doesn’t help much with the heat. Still you can feel sweat gathering behind your knees, in the crease of your elbows. And all of the heat feels centered at your pussy, like all you need is just someone to do anything to cool your pussy.

And then you feel a pair of lips on your shoulder, cool and soft. He kisses across your shoulder to your neck, a hand coming up to fondle your tits over your bra, another hand sliding down over your belly, pausing only for a split second to unfasten the front of your jeans, before continuing lower.

“Do you want me to touch you, noona?” It’s Ten’s voice in your ear, his chest you feel against your back, his cock you feel against your lower back. “Do you want to feel good too, like you’re doing for YangYangie?”

All you can do is moan, bucking your hips as you feel Ten’s fingers breach the band of your panties, fingertips slipping down toward your clit.

When you glance toward the side from the corner of your eye, trying to see Ten, instead you get a look at Kun who’s sitting on the floor beside you, his back against the bed, his hand on his cock again. He looks feverish as he strokes himself off, his eyes darting between your face getting fucked by YangYang and Ten’s hand down the front of your jeans.

None of it feels like enough. You want more. You want Kun touching you too. You need it.

Ten kisses your neck as he fills you with his fingers, sliding them right through your wetness to bury them knuckle deep inside you, his palm grinding against your clit. “So wet for us, noona,” he murmurs against your throat, teeth dragging lightly over your sensitive skin. All you can do is give him a choked off moan in response as YangYang tightens his hands in your hair, holding your mouth in place as he thrusts down your throat, his hips rocking forward at a brutal pace that brings tears to your eyes and spikes the heat in your core.

“You like it, noona?” YangYang moans. “God, I’m gonna cum.” And he does, the dam bursting, and he floods your mouth with his cum, still fucking your mouth through it. You can feel his cum frothing out of the corners of your mouth, but it hardly matters. You can hardly catch your breath as he fucks his cum down your throat, Ten’s fingers stroke right against your G-spot, his palm against your clit. Your eyes roll, an orgasm quaking through you.

YangYang slips backwards, offering you the chance to breathe, and you gasp for it. Coughing as you accidentally inhale some of the excess cum, choking on a moan as Ten keeps touching you, pushing you through the first orgasm towards a second, and the craziest thing is how badly you want the second, even before you’re coming down from the first orgasm. It’s a need, not a want. Your body craves another orgasm, craves something more than just Ten’s fingers inside you and his lips on your neck.

His hips rock against yours, his cock leaking against your lower back.

You lift your gaze up YangYang’s body in front of you, and he’s stroking his still hard cock. Beside you, Kun’s moaning as he cums again across his belly, and you realize in that moment, none of you are flagging. There is no refractory period.

Even as Kun’s cum leaks down his belly, his cock still stands fully hard, no sign of softening, and he groans, his hand drifting again to touch himself for a little relief from this constant need.

You moan, twisting in Ten’s arms to reach for Kun. “I wanna help,” you whine, “Let me help, Kun.”

Ten continues rocking forward, driving his cock against your ass and lower back even as you lean forward again, as you bring your mouth down to Kun’s cock again.

And you want to help Ten too, and YangYang. You want to feel them cum in you and on you again, you want more orgasms, to feel satisfied and full. So you reach back even as you’re sliding your mouth down over Kun’s cock, and you push at the waist of your jeans, struggling to do so, but Ten comes to your rescue, assisting you in pushing them down and pulling them off your legs.

Ten moans when you blindly reach for his cock, too busy sucking off Kun to try to look at where you’re grabbing. But your fingers wrap around him, stroking, guiding him forward to your entrance. He doesn’t need much guidance; Ten sinks inside you with no resistance.

Your moan triggers Kun to cum again, the vibrations against his cock driving the sensitive member over the edge. You keep sucking, tongue massaging just beneath the head of his cock as more and more cums shoots across your tongue, some spilling past your lips to leak down his length. Astoundingly, his cock is still hard, and Kun’s mouth falls open to make the most pathetic sounds you’ve ever heard, his body edging into oversensitivity though it craves more, his cock still begging for relief.

To Kun’s luck, YangYang reaches for you again. He stretched himself across the floor in front of you, stealing your mouth away from Kun’s cock again, though this time it’s for a kiss.

The kiss with YangYang is less of a proper kiss and more of him licking your mouth out, sucking the cum from your tongue, his fingers on your cheeks and chin gathering what’s spilled out, pushing it back into your mouth with his fingers even as he’s still kissing you. It’s erotic and filthy the way YangYang fills your mouth with his tongue and his fingers, the way he pulls back occasionally to allow you to catch your breath, to moan and cry out as Ten fucks you. He might just leave his fingers in your mouth, might pull your mouth open so he can lean in and spit into your mouth before kissing you again.

Kissing YangYang feels like it lasts forever, and you’re glad for it. He keeps your mouth occupied and full, just like you need. And even when he eventually slips his fingers out of your mouth, you watch in lust-driven awe as he brings his spit slick fingers down below his balls. You didn’t expect to get to see YangYang fingering himself with one hand while jerking himself off with the other, but he does.

He moans for you as he does, and even looks up past you to Ten. Ten only fucks you harder when the bratty youngest member of the trio starts moaning wantonly, hips lifting from the floor, cock leaking against his belly, as he fucks himself open.

You’re locked in your own little world, focused only on Ten thrusting into you and on YangYang as the younger cums across his belly, but keeps going with his cock hard and his fingers inside himself.

“Fuck,” Ten groans. He pulls out of you, and the next thing you know, you’re on your back, Ten back between your spread legs, driving back into you. Your legs go tight against his hips, an arm you loop around his shoulders, dragging Ten down against your chest, and his lips seek yours. He cums inside you like that, moaning into the kiss, his mouth pressed so hard against yours, you feel like you could swallow each other whole. His orgasm sets yours off as well, the waves of pleasure course through you, but it’s not as if that’s the end of it. He’s still hard, you’re still horny.

Kun rolls back into your awareness, his hard cock presses to the side of your hip. His hands tenderly stroke your hair, and he leans in to nudge his nose against your cheek. He wants back in, needs more attention.

Ten’s still kissing you, still rolling his hips forward to give you these long, smooth thrusts that make your toes curl and send warm tingles to your fingertips. You feel Kun’s lips brush your cheek, your jaw. His nose nudges in against yours, his lips touch the corner of your mouth. Ten gasps and pulls back a little, and Kun takes that as his advantage, pushing in, ending your kiss with Ten.

Kun kisses you like he wants to claim you as his, to erase any thought of anyone else from your mind.

For the moment, you let him.

Your hand presses to his chest as Kun kisses you, drawing him over you a bit. When your hand wanders, Kun grunts into the kiss, rolling his hips forward against your side until your hand is once more around his cock. His erection is hot to the touch, sticky and wet from his multiple loads and your saliva.

You only remember Ten again when he gives a particularly sharp thrust that causes you to break the kiss with Kun to gasp. He smirks down at you, but Kun’s already reeling you back in, his mouth sweet like honey on yours as he grinds into your palm.

On your other side, YangYang makes himself known, not one to be excluded. His hand slides damp over your belly, pressing gently on your abdomen as Ten thrusts in deep. Ten has his hands on your thighs, lifting them, pressing them up against his chest so he can get deeper still, deep enough that you hear YangYang chuckle.

“I can feel you in her belly, Ten-ge.” YangYang’s hand presses right over where you can feel Ten hitting inside you. “I’m bigger than you, think I can do that, too?”

You moan into the kiss with Kun, breaking away to whimper as Ten starts moving faster. Kun kneels up beside you, wrapping his hand around your fist on his cock, and his other hand dives between your thighs. YangYang lowers his head to your chest, sliding his hand up from your belly to tug the cups of your bra down, freeing your tits to the access of his lips and tongue.

With your mouth empty for what seems the first time since this started, you’re free to moan and cry out as they all make you feel good. So, so good.

At some point, YangYang brings your hand down to his cock so he can fuck your fist while he sucks on your nipple. His moans against your chest drive you wild, arching your back off the floor, and you rock your hips down into Ten’s powerful thrusts, up against Kun’s fingers swirling on your clit.

This orgasm feels like a power surge, your whole body lights up with the intensity of your orgasm, and then just like that, everything goes dark.

When you come to just moments later, Ten’s cumming over your belly, moving out of the way as Kun takes his place. YangYang had removed your bra in those moments of your blackout, and now he freely gropes your chest. Your core throbs still with need, and you know that the way you’re all fucking without any sign of exhaustion means that something is probably wrong, something that you don’t understand, but you can’t truly find it in you to care about that when Kun slips his thick cock inside you.

Ten moves up beside you, hand flying over his cock even though he’s just cum. Semen still drips weakly from his tip, and as Ten reaches your face, you lift your head from the floor to catch a drop of his cum on your tongue before taking the tip fully into your mouth.

You suck Ten off, tasting yourself on his length, smelling yourself when you bury your nose against his abdomen with his cock tickling the back of your throat.

YangYang still sucks at your tits, moaning and whining as he fucks against your fist, your fingers sticky as he’s already cum once while you were distracted. He has one hand on each breast, both tits wet and shiny with his saliva. Occasionally he lifts his head to moan, “Noona” and once you swear you even heard “Mommy” but that had been half-drowned by the sound of Kun groaning, the sound half-pain and half-pleasure as he cums inside the silky tight heat of your pussy.

This could go on for hours, or forever. Someone’s going to come looking for all of them eventually when they’re late for a schedule, and they’ll find the four of you here, still fucking in a puddle of sweat and cum, exhausted but craving it.

Ten cums down your throat, stroking your cheeks and hair, wiping at tears that spill down your face. He sits back then, content with watching Kun fuck you and YangYang pleasuring your chest.

When YangYang cums again over your fist, he bites against the soft mound of your breast, leaving the marks of his teeth behind as he pulls himself over you, and he crawls over to collapse against Ten, the elder wrapping his arm around YangYang, hand drifting to the cum-covered cock and even dipping his fingers lower to YangYang’s still stretched hole.

And then it’s just you and Kun. He falls over you again, his mouth on yours, and you think you might be in love with the feeling of kissing Kun. With kissing all of them, with doing this that you’d never even considered before today.

Kun’s next orgasm shudders through him, his body heavy against yours as he rocks a last few times into you, spilling inside you for the second time, and you lock your legs around his hips. You don’t want him to move, want him to stay inside you, to do it again and again.

But Kun pries your legs apart, and he instead sinks down your body until his head is between your legs, his mouth gentle and so nice as he licks you clean, carefully dipping his tongue inside you to clean the cum out. His hands on your thighs drive you mad, kneading the muscle, nails scraping over skin, you cum on his tongue, not once but twice.

Your chest is heaving by the end of the second orgasm on Kun’s tongue. At last you feel a sense of exhaustion creeping in. Your body tingles with oversensitivity, cheeks wet with tears.

This is the end, you think. It’s got to be.

You don’t really expect YangYang to come crawling over again. You and he are both sticky with sweat and cum, though you finally shiver instead of baking in this perpetual internal heat.

“Noona, can I?” YangYang asks as he situates himself between your thighs. You can feel them now too, a dull ache in the muscles and in your hips that you know you’ll be feeling tomorrow. YangYang runs a finger down the ruin of your pussy, sensitive and swollen, but still hungry for more.

“Please, YangYang.” You nod.

He turns you over into your belly in a more gentle manner than you expected from him. His hands caress your hips, fingers trace up your spine to curl against your shoulders and touch your hair. He breathes in the smell of your shampoo, drops kisses over your shoulders and retraces the path of his fingers back down your spine.

“I’ll be good, noona, just for you,” YangYang promises, and then he’s pressing his cock inside you, sliding in easily.

You moan, pressing your cheek against the floor, and you reach for something, anything to hold onto as your sensitivity spikes. Kun slides closer, taking your hand, tenderly lifting your head up to rest on his thigh as he strokes your hair. “You’re doing so good, noona. You’ve been so good for us,” Kun praises.

YangYang moves slowly, thrusting in with gentle rolls of his hips. His hands are braced on either side of your hips, and as he moves, he gestures at Ten and the elder of the two reaches up onto the bed, pulling down a pillow that YangYang folds in two and stuffs beneath your hips to allow for a little more comfort.

But the urgency of all of this sexually-fueled time has faded. YangYang takes his time, and the pleasure curls tighter and tighter in a swirl in your belly, toes curling and soft moans pouring out of your lips against Kun’s thigh. YangYang does start to pick up the pace, his hand slips beneath you too to trace overwhelming circles on your clit.

You like this even though you’re also feeling quite overwhelmed. You like that YangYang keeps you stuffed with his cock, hardly even pulling out of you, just keeping his hips pressed against your ass with shallow thrusts so you can feel him everywhere all the time, even in your belly, more so than you’d felt Ten earlier.

This time you cum with a gasp, burying your face in Kun’s thigh as he pours more praises down on you. YangYang’s hands massage your ass as you roll your hips, thrusting yourself back on him. Your pussy sucks around his cock as you pull yourself forward, the heat drawing him back in like you just can’t stand for him to leave you empty.

YangYang cums like that, your pussy throbbing with heat around him, your upper body draped over Kun’s lap. He pulls back to cum just inside you, so that when he pulls out he can watch it all ooze back out of you.

You hate the feeling as YangYang moves away, leaving you with nothing but the feeling of his cum leaking out of you.

Now you shiver again, your body covered in drying cum and sweat, totally exposed in the room.

Kun brushes your hair back off your forehead, fingers against the skin for a moment. “You don’t feel warm anymore,” he says, and he lifts your hand up to touch his cheek. “Do I?”

“Uh uh,” you mumble. He feels a perfectly normal temperature. And as you look up at him, at Ten about a foot away, at YangYang standing near Ten’s mini fridge across the room, you think they all look themselves again too. There’s not the haze across their eyes anymore.

It’s a long time before you feel like moving again. Ten helps Kun with picking you up off the floor, and then helps again with getting you into the shower. They both stand in there with you, taking turns rinsing you while the other supports you as your knees are a little wobbly.

YangYang’s waiting when the three of you emerge from the bathroom. He’s sitting fully dressed in the kitchen, drinking what looks to be a liter of water.

“Noona, I think your plant died,” he says, pointing towards the potted plant on the windowsill.

The plant in the pot with the pretty bud you’d noticed opening earlier, has withered. The stalk of the plant looks fine, but the bud has shriveled, petals limp and dull.

“That’s upsetting,” Ten says, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You said it was gonna be really pretty, noona.”

Kun shrugs. “Maybe it’ll keep growing and bloom again.”

Something about that statement makes your belly swoop.

You hang out in their dorm for the rest of the day. You get redressed and eat the meal you’d prepared earlier that morning for them, and all of you drink plenty of water. None of you are quite certain how long you were in that horny state, only that it had to have been a couple hours at least.

You go home that night wondering if you’ll ever figure out what had triggered the sex-haze that affected all four of you. And the equally curious, but less important question: will your mystery plant ever bring forward another bloom again?

#nct smut #wayv smut #ten smut #yangyang smut #kun smut #nct #wayv #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #nct kinktober #yangyang #kun #ten #ten lee

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Louis Tomlinson has dropped a surprise album ‘Live’ – featuring songs that he recorded at 15 shows across 15 different cities.

Accompanying video clips of compiled tour footage will be shared on Louis’s social channels to support the release, showcasing a glimpse into his past three years on the road and 170 performances.

The ‘Live’ tracklist is:

‘The Greatest’ (Live From London, 17 November 2023) ‘Face The Music’ (Live From Nashville, 18 July 2023) ‘Bigger Than Me’ (Live From Vancouver, 26 June 2023) ‘Holding On To Heartache’ (Live From Barcelona, 6 October 2023) ‘We Made It’ (Live From Manila, 16 July 2022) ‘Chicago’ (Live From Chicago, 15 June 2023) ‘Fearless’ (Live From Rio, 27 May 2022) ‘Common People’ (Live From Sheffield, 10 November 2023) ‘All This Time / She Is Beauty We Are World Class’ (Live From Munich, 22 October 2023) ‘Walls’ (Live From Buenos Aires, 21 May 2022) ‘Written All Over Your Face’ (Live From Budapest, 15 September 2023) ‘Out Of My System’ (Live From Brisbane, 30 January 2024) ‘Saturdays’ (Live From Paris, 14 October 2023) ‘Silver Tongues’ (Live From Krakow, 10 September 2023)

In other Louis Tomlinson news, earlier this week the singer, alongside Courteeners and English Teacher, were among the acts to be honoured at the first-ever Northern Music Awards.

#louis tomlinson #louis update #louis tomlinson live #nme #article #april 2024

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louisupdates · 3 days

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Louis Tomlinson shares surprise ‘Live’ album, recorded across 15 cities over three years

The songs were shared while he embarked on two world tours

By Liberty Dunworth | 26th April 2024

Louis Tomlinson has dropped a surprise album ‘Live’ – featuring songs that he recorded at 15 shows across 15 different cities.

Accompanying video clips of compiled tour footage will be shared on Louis’s social channels to support the release, showcasing a glimpse into his past three years on the road and 170 performances.

#nme magazine #louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson live #louis press #25.4.2024

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notmichealangelo · 1 year

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A Brother’s Heartache

AKA I saw this new clip of Mario fucking up a bunch of bricks, blacked out, and woke back up with an entire one shot written. I just really loved the emotion here and wanted to share my take on it before the movie is released!

Mario’s knuckles ached. His legs ached, his arms ached, his head ached, and now that he was alone, he noticed a new pressure beginning to build in his eyes. He had been at this godforsaken training course all night, and all he had to show for it were bruised hands, an even more bruised ego, and the fact that the edges of the world had begun to fade into purple with the coming of dawn.

He now sat on the balcony Princess Peach had used to observe his training earlier, except the princess in question had left to give the plumber some space. She was a kind woman with the best intentions, Mario could tell that much even after having just met her, but she wasn’t yet the best at... emotional pep-talks. She had soon noticed Mario’s growing frustration with her attempts at cheering him on and decided that leaving him to collect himself might be a safer option than anything she might try to say. Mario appreciated that. He made a mental note to apologize for snapping at her earlier after he fell from the disappearing platforms for the twenty-fifth time. Mario sighed and removed his hat, watching as the twinkling stars disappeared one by one, and the sky began to lighten ever so slightly. He had made so little progress, and they had so little time. Never mind the rising threat of Bowser taking over the other kingdoms, that freak had his little brother. Mario’s grip on his hat tightened, and he lowered his head to view the capital ‘M’ that rested on the front of it, only to realize it looked more like a blurry mass of red and white. Mario wiped at his eyes to clear his vision but found that more moisture came to replace anything he would wipe off.

Would he really be able to save his brother?

“Uh... Hey, is this a bad time, or-”

Mario jumped and screamed, turning to face the sudden voice, fists blindly raised in front of him. He froze when his eyes landed on Toad, who held two glasses of water and an embarrassed look on his face. Mario relaxed.

“You scared the hell outta me, man,” said Mario after catching his breath. He sat back down on the white tile and wiped any further evidence of tears off his face. “We gotta get you a bell or something.”

“Sorry! Sorry,” Said the little mushroom creature, “I jus’ didn’t wanna leave you out here by yourself for too long. Y’coulda gotten... lost or something.” Toad sat down beside Mario, offering him one of the glasses of water. Mario gladly took it, not realizing how thirsty he was.

They sat in silence for a little while, watching the sky lighten. Toad was the first to speak up after a few minutes.

“So... what’s your brother like?”

“Huh?” Replied Mario, snapping out of his trance and turning his head to look at his little friend. Toad repeated himself.

“What’s your brother like? You haven’t talked about him much since we first met. Tell me about him. What’s his name again? Louis?”

Mario stared into his glass of water, chuckling.

“His name is Luigi,” Mario began, “And, well... We’ve kinda done everything together since we were born. He’s younger than me, but the little jerk managed to be taller, and he’s never gonna let me live it down. He’s kinda shy, I usually have to encourage him to try new things, but funnily enough, he’s a lot more creative than me. We recently started a new plumbing business, and the commercial was his idea...”

Mario described his and Luigi’s adventures in Brooklyn, from elementary school and before to the present and their plans beyond that. The red clad plumber was halfway through telling Toad about how Luigi had tackled a kid in middle school for ripping up Mario’s favorite baseball cards when he realized he was getting choked up again. Mario frantically cleared his throat and began wiping his face, and Toad patted his arm.

“You really miss him, don’t you?” asked Toad softly. Mario could only nod. “Yeah, I would too. I’m sure this is real tough for you, not having him here.” Mario nodded again, sniffling.

“Hey,” Toad said suddenly, “What d’you think he’d say to you right now?”

“... What?” asked Mario, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“You heard me, what would Louis- Er, Luigi say to you right now? Right at this very second?” Toad was looking at him intently now. Mario began to think.

“Probably something gushy like... It’s okay to be scared, and- and it’s okay to take breaks and ask for help. Then he’d give me a hug, then he’d hug me for too long and I’d have to force him to get off me, heh...”

Mario could name at least five scenarios that played out exactly like that. They usually ended with someone’s elbow in someone else’s gut, but a room filled with laughter and lifted spirits, nonetheless. He smiled at the memories, but the smile quickly fell away.

“God, Toad, he must be terrified,” said Mario as he ran a hand through his hair. “Who knows what they’re- what they’re doing to him, what if-”

Toad shoved a tiny hand in Mario’s face, wagging a finger.

“Nuh-uh, no more thinking like that,” Said Toad, who was now standing, his other hand on his hip, “You’re allowed to worry, but your brother needs you to be strong for him. That’s why her highness was pushing you so hard, even if she... probably didn’t go about it the right way.

Listen, you might not be the best fighter in the six kingdoms yet, but Luigi needs you. He needs you to fight for him. And from what you told me, I know he’s got faith in you. Now you just need faith in yourself. You’re not alone in this either, Mario. We’re gonna kick that Koopa’s butt and we’re gonna rescue your brother together, okay?”

Who knew little mushroom people could be so thoughtful?

Mario gave Toad a watery smile.

“Thanks, man,” said the human quietly. Toad nodded and smiled.

“Now get back out there! Show those inanimate objects who’s boss!” Toad shouted, pushing Mario towards the training course. Mario took a breath and put his hat back on.

The sun was finally beginning to rise, painting the world in purples and oranges. Luigi preferred sunrises over sunsets, and Mario always made fun of his brother for growing so tired so early in the evening, with Luigi always replying with how much he enjoyed watching the sun rise. Mario wondered if his little brother could see the sunrise now, from wherever he was being kept. Mario clenched his fists.

Hold on little bro, thought Mario, I’ll be there soon. The plumber charged forward, his fists raised and a new fire in his eyes.

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When Peach returned to the balcony, the sun had risen much further into the sky, the last colors of dawn slipping away. She had come with snacks and a change of clothes for Mario as a peace offering, but her eyes widened at the sight before her. Toad stood dangerously on top of the railing to the balcony, whooping and cheering as Mario smashed through another solid brick wall. He jumped off fake bullet bills, dodged automated piranha plants, and let out a determined shout as he smashed through the wooden standup of Bowser.

“Toad, what did you feed him?” asked Peach in bewilderment, watching Mario in awe.

“Love and support!” Replied the little toadstool haughtily, placing his hands on his hips. “Turns out I’m just as talented at pep talks as I am at adventuring!”

Peach laughed incredulously and patted Toad on the head. Mario had reached the flagpole at the top of the course and was now jumping and whooping in excitement. Peach clapped enthusiastically. Maybe they really did have a shot at this.

#If you had told me a few months ago that I would be writing Mario fan fiction...#I'm not sure I would've believed you #But honestly? I might make more #The characterization was a little hard since the movie isn't out yet bu #I did my best and I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!#Have a wonderful day #Mario movie #super Mario bros #Luigi #Mario

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One Last Time

October 2011

It was the European part of the Promo Tour now and it was nice just being able to have a moment of normalcy with the boys. After finding out you were number 1 in the U.K things really blew up for you guys. More radio gigs, more interviews and more fans.

In Milano you guys didn't expect much. It was very far from home so unless they had seen a tiny clip you were unimportant.

You were very wrong

Thousands of people showed up. It seemed the city was at a standstill because of you guys. Police held all the fans back and the event ended up getting cancelled because it was deemed too dangerous. You tried to wave to as many people as possible as you were guided into the building and you could've sworn someone dropped to the floor.

“If we were here 10 years ago,” Louis started from his seat next to you. “People would have no idea who we are because obviously there wasn't twitter there wasn't youtube. There's none of that. You come over to a country where youve done zero promotion, and just through the power of the internet, we've got such an amazing fan base out here.”

4 countries in 4 days was something you never thought you would ever do. You were fooling around in airports and then being surrounded by fans, all the boys standing around you in protection.

In Amsterdam you went in paddle boats which you guys happened to almost get hit by a tour boat.

“Backwards Louis!” you screamed while laughing as a giant tour boat was headed through the tunnel. He laughed as slowly started going backwards clearing the way just in the nic of time while your heart was in your chest. ‘Harry! Niall! Save me!” they laughed as Louis wrapped his arms around your waist pretending to throw you over which sent you two into a fit of laughter.

Now you were all settled in the comfort of a place you knew you could call home. Cheshire. You had been over back to the bungalow with Harry a few times during everything as your grandparents and his parents had gotten really close. You and Harry were up the latest last night helping set everyone up, which meant you two were still in bed.

You, Harry, and Niall, bunked together and how all three of you managed to get in the bed made for two was incredible.

Harry had your back to his chest with his arm draped over you and you were holding onto what you thought was Niall.

You were cozy and warm, in a serene sleep. But with 5 other boys, serene was a luxury.

‘Its time to wake up in the morning’

The guitar strums were somewhat nice but the singing was damn near awful. You groaned, turning to face Harry and trying to hide in his embrace still mostly asleep wondering where the music was coming from and why it was so loud you could hear it.

‘We drove two miles to get it’

‘So you better get up and eat it’

You felt Harry pull you closer and that serene moment…

‘SO WE GOTTA GET UP!”

The screams were followed by you being jumped on and commotion that should not have been comoted this early in the morning. They finished their song as your eyes opened but your face was hidden.

“Time to get up!” Harry finalised throwing his hand in the air before letting it drop dramatically and cuddling back into you.

You were sat in the living area -on the floor in between Niall and Harry with your back against the couch and your legs across Nialls and Harrys - with a guitar in your lap. You had barely finished your tea before Niall was playing a tune on his guitar, you quickly recognised it as ‘Gotta Be You’ as Liam started singing. You put your tea down before fiddling with the strings of your own guitar to add a melody to what Niall was playing. You sang your solo after Liams starting quiet as you were still half asleep and playing guitar.

You all sang the chorus together before agreeing that was enough for now.

The day was slow as you all hung around taking in as much of the break as you could. You were watching the boys interact with each other knowing that they needed time to be men without you, just like you needed time to be a girl without them. You couldn't help the fact that your eyes always landed on Niall and Harry. They were the main thing on your mind.

You snuck away from the group who you knew were not paying you any mind to do some laps in the pool. Maybe that would help ease your mind. Of course though, three of them were your best friends, and while all of them would notice you were gone in a heartbeat, only Louis, Liam, and Zayn were your friends. You knew there was something different about Harry and Niall.

“Bug? Why are you out here?” Zayn caught your attention crouching down to be somewhat leveled with you. “Just needed to think about something.” you whispered looking up Liam and Louis behind him.

“Could it be a certain two boys?” Louis suggested and you looked away. “I really like them.” you confessed. Saying it out loud scared you. It wasn’t unheard of - a ‘couple’ with three people. But that didn't mean that Harry and Niall wanted that, or even each other, never mind you. It would be harder for them, coming to terms with loving the same gender was not an easy feat.

“I can see your mind running Bow.” You missed them all coming to sit by you. “What if they dont want-’

“If you were going to say you then don't because it's very clear they want you.” Zayn cut you off. You shook your head. “No,” you paused, “what if they dont want each other?” silence was casted over you four and you swore you could everything and nothing. “I guess I hadn't thought about the fact that for them, that means coming out.” Louis spoke to break the silence. But when he finished the silence resumed.

“Shit Bow.” Liam shook his head as if that would shake some things into place. “I know Li.”

“I think you should tell them.” Zayn had all eyes on him. “I'm serious. I think that they might have some feelings for each other, they just don't know how to process it because no ones brought it up, i think if you were to bring up the fact you like them both they might realise their feelings for each other and then us three can finally stop seeing you three make love eyes at each other secretly.” he managed to get it out in one breath which made you all laugh when he took a big inhale.

“You might be onto something.” Liam applauded.

“Or in something!” you screamed pulling him into the water fully clothed and when he came back up he immediately splashed you back. You were laughing so hard you hadnt noticed Liam and Louis get in and add to the commotion. You definitely werent quiet considering Niall and Harry came out and jumped in with you guys.

Some way or another it was the boys against you in a water fight and of course you lost. “You win! You win!” you laughed trying not to drown under all the water being splashed at you.

A body swam under you lifting you up on their shoulders and you screamed in surprise. “Oh my god Niall.” you breathed roughly still catching your breath. You looked down and saw a devious smirk on his face. “Niall don't you da-” and you were back into the water before you could finish.

Gasping for air when you came back was not fun. “You guys absolutely suck.” you laughed pulling your curls away from your face. BUt when you opened your eyes they were gone. “Of course you left.” you shook your head.

“INCOMING”

It was like bomb after bomb, the boys running and jumping back in the pool all around you.

You couldn't believe this is where you were. It seemed like yesterday you and Beverly were trying on clothes at the mall. You couldn't even step foot in a mall now. You were here surrounded by 5 boys who cared, and loved, and treated you so so well. They had become your family and you knew that there were no other people you would ever want to go down this road with.

“Hey Bear. You okay?” you snapped out of your day dream to see all five boys awfully close. “I love you guys.” you pouted softly and they all tackled you in a hug. “We love you too Bug.” you all laughed as you started to sink together before pulling away and starting to just swim around for a bit longer before it was just too cold and you all decided to go back in.

You were all clean and warm as you sat in the living area again eating the pasta you had made for everyone.

“I helped!” you laughed as Harry advocated for himself. “Yes Haz you did an excellent job.” You took everyones finished bowls and put them in the sink to wash later. When you came back they were all chatting aimlessly with their drinks in hand. “She's back. I wanna play a game.” Liam shifted off the couch and onto the floor encouraging the other boys to do so aswell.

“Alright what game Payno? Louis asked, sitting next to him. “Truth or Dare.” you looked at him and knew exactly where this was going.

Two rounds had passed which consisted of you only picking ‘dare’ scared Liam would out you. “Bug, you're out of dares.” Shit. you knew this was it and it seemed Liam and Louis knew it too. “Truth.”

“Tell them.”

To be honest, you didn't think that was going to be his approach. Zayn was blunt, yes, but still it was surprising.

“Tell who what?” Harry broke the silence and you looked up at him, then Niall, then back to him.

“Bug has something she needs to tell you guys. Boys come on. We’ll just put things up and bring back dessert, alright?” Zayn led Louis and Liam out but not without them throwing supportive looks over their shoulder.

“What do you need to tell us?” you knew the best way of getting it over with was to just tell them, but what if this didn't turn out right and it broke the band dynamic. You were already so deep in the hole that telling them or not telling them would only dig you deeper.

“Fuck.” you laughed to yourself squeezing your eyes shut. “Open your eyes Petal.” you almost did, but you shook your head. “Can I just tell you like this please.” you damn near begged. You didn't want to see their faces when you told them. “If that makes it easier for you than of course Bear.” you wanted to cry at how sweet they were being, and you couldn't help but think that this would be the last time.

“I like you, both of you. And I know that this is gonna be weird figuring this out if you two don't like each other and even if you do that's still a lot on you guys- not that you would have to come out you don't need to explain yourself to anyone!-” you rushed out, “but i know i'm in a deep hole already and I-”

“Bear, open your eyes.” Harry whispered and you could feel how close they had gotten. You opened them slowly and were met with green and blue eyes.

“Can we kiss you?” Niall asked softly and you were nodding your head before you knew you were and they smiled at you. Harry cupped your face and your eyes naturally fluttered closed. The feel of his lips against your sent a shock and when it was followed up by Nialls, you swore you were gonna melt into the ground. You smiled softly, your fingers pressing against the slight buzz your lips felt.

You saw Niall and Harry look at each other, seemingly having a conversation through their eyes. You watched as they both leaned forward resting their foreheads against the others. You knew they were thinking and you didn't want to interrupt. You saw Nialls slow head nod and Harry immediately connecting his lips to Nialls and you knew from that moment on that this would forever be your favourite sight.

“Fuck.” you whispered, catching their attention and they both attacked you softly, laying you down on the blanket you all sat on. All you felt was them. Harry's lips on yours, Nialls pressing kisses to your neck and their hands roaming your body. Your hands tied into their hair and they both moaned softly. You looked up at them with a smile that resembled the one placed on their own faces.

“I think I’m addicted.” Niall giggled softly making you and Harry giggle with him. “Does this mean I get to kiss you guys whenever I want?” Harry questioned and you looked at Niall. “I'd be more than okay with that, Ni?” he nodded, “god yes.” which made you all laugh softly again. You sat back up and decided to have a little fun. “When they come back, pretend I told you that I don’t want to play guitar anymore or something completely opposite.” they giggled and kissed you quickly as you heard footsteps and you moved to sit with your backs against the big couch.

“We brought ice cream.” Liam announced awfully loud, before stepping into the room. “Li why are you yelling?” you giggled while taking the bowl of your favourite ice cream he passed to you. “Just in case.” he shrugged and you shook your head at him disapprovingly.

“So?” Louis was the one to break the ice, he seems to always be the one doing that. “I mean it was a shocker.” Harry started and you and Niall immediately caught on. “Out of everything she could’ve told us, I wasn’t expecting that.” Niall added and you watched the boys' faces drop. “I mean it's definitely gonna change the dynamic of the band but we always have Niall.”

The boys all turned to you. “What do you mean ‘we always have Niall’ ? Zayn questioned a little frantically. “She told us she didn't want to play guitar anymore, it'll leave it all down to Niall probably but it's okay, right?” He looked over to you and Niall who nodded and when you looked at the boys they looked at you sadly before nodding at you.

You figured they ‘knew’ you couldn't tell them but left it alone. “Alright now that that's settled. Movie?” you offered trying to change the subject. They agreed and while Liam was searching through what to watch you followed Harry up to the couch and they let you lay down first against the arm of the chair. They both settled between your legs as the couch was deep enough back to allow them too.

The movie was just what you all needed and the boys were ready for another but you were knackered. “You guys stay here as long as you want but I'm knackered, so I'm headed for the bed.”

Of course groans accompanied your announcement. You slipped from under Harry and Niall and stood up stretching. It had become tradition that everyone hugged before you went to sleep, so you did your rounds. Zayn, Liam, and Louis went first and they kissed your head like they normally do. When you went back up to the couch you leaned over to give each of them a kiss.

“Goodnight.” you called out clear seeing the blush on Harry and Nialls cheeks and the dropped jaws of Zayn, Louis, and Liam.

You weren't sure how long it had been after you got in the bed that Harry and Niall came in and laid on either side of you but the sweet sounds of them saying goodnight to each other and feeling them leaning over you to kiss each other gently made you smile and snuggle further into them. You could stay here forever, and you wished that nothing would stop you from doing that……….

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