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cinnamon-won · 4 months

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omg can you please please please do omorashi with Jake I feel like it would fit him so well there ain’t enough enha on this app

Lose Control | Enhypen Jake (requested)

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Description: After a trip to a cafe and Jake’s friendly encounter with another girl, he’s been getting the silent treatment. But…there’s no way you’re letting him out of the bed even just to use the bathroom.

Pairing: sub!jake x dom!reader

Warnings: omorashi, bladder control, sub!jake, crying jake, mentions of puppy play, nipple play, begging, degradation, humiliation, reader is a little mean?/ dirty talk? +lmk if there’s more

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Jake didn't mean to upset you, he was just a sociable person. So when the girl at the café struck up a conversation, Jake was just being his usual friendly self. He was so drawn into the conversation that he didn't notice the hints you gave him about leaving the situation or that maybe he was being too friendly. Since then, you've been giving Jake the silent treatment.

"Y/n I really didn't mean to!" Jake said for the umpteenth time.

"Let's just go to bed," you said with a heavy sigh.

The two of you got into your shared bed. Jake thought some cuddling might fix it, but immediately you turned over and faced the wall, leaving him to stare at the dark silhouette of your back. He sighed and faced the ceiling, thinking about ways to make it up to you in the morning. After a few hours of tossing and turning and irregular sleep, Jake found himself needing to use the bathroom.

Out of stress, he drank a lot of water during dinner and before bed. He just needed something to do in the silence since you were not speaking to him, but now he was feeling the effects. He glanced at your still figure and slowly sat up. His feet touched the ground and he was about to stand up until he heard a voice.

"Where are you going?" You asked softly.

"I just need to use the bathroom," he replied in a similar tone. Jake didn't get another response, so he thought that you were sleep-talking.

As he was moving the blanket away, you spoke again. "Don't go."

Jake froze and looked behind him. You had turned over to face him, your features were barely visible in the darkness, but Jake could still feel the expression. Now he was torn because he really had to go to the toilet, but you were finally talking to him again.

"I'll be back quick, I promise," he said.

You huffed. "Forget it."

"No wait!" He said and quickly got back in next to you.

You turned back around and put your arms out so that he could cuddle. Jake nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and let your arms encase him in a hug. He tried to ignore the desperate feeling of needing to pee and tried to enjoy your warmth.

"What did I say about listening to me Jakey?" you asked gently.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," Jake apologised.

"Will sorry cut it? You always do this. Every time you disobey, you promise not to do it again and then look what happened… you did it again!"

"I really didn't realise, I was just interested in her dog, that little guy was so cute and-"

"Just her dog? You sure? Why? Were you imagining being her pup instead of mine?" You interrogated.

"No! I wouldn't dare-"

"I bet you did."

"Y/n I swear-" Jake's sentence was cut off by the sudden urge to pee. His hand snaked down and held his crotch area tightly.

"See? You're not even focused on me right now."

"I just need to use the bathroom. Let me go and come back and then I promise I'm all yours, I'll do whatever you say."

"Whatever I say huh? And what if I say 'hold it'?

Jake retracted his head and looked up at your face to see if you were joking but you were dead serious.

"I don't think this is a good idea-"

"I don't care," you shrugged indifferently. "You want to make it up to me? Then hold it. And stay here with me instead."

Jake nodded slightly and let out a shaky breath. He could do that. He's held his pee before. All he had to do was go to sleep and he would forget about that urge until he woke up. But Jake underestimated just how distracting a full bladder could be. And you certainly weren't making the situation any better.

Your hands travelled over Jake's sensitive body, snaking up his t-shirt and finding your way to his nipples. you rubbed them gently making Jake moan quietly. His attention was being diverted from his bladder to the feeling of you rubbing and pinching his sensitive buds.

Suddenly he let out a little, feeling the small wet spot form in his underwear. He gasped, body shaking from all the effort he put into holding back the rest of the stream.

"What's wrong baby?" You asked innocently.

Your hands were bored of his nipples so they travelled lower and lower down his toned body until you reached the waistband of his plaid pyjama pants. You teased him a little, running a finger along the inner rim of the pants, noticing the change in his breathing pattern.

Without warning, you dipped your hand inside, and his dick coming in contact with your skin sent him spiralling. Jake's quick breaths became whiny moans as you stroked his cock. Within seconds he was hard, and he was a squirming, whimpering mess under your touch.

Suddenly, he gasped loudly and grabbed your wrist, putting an end to your movements.

"If you keep going I might wet the bed..." He said, fresh tears threatening to spill.

You chuckled. "Is that going to stop me Jake?"

"W-wait-" but Jake couldn't finish his sentence with the way you roughly grabbed his cock again.

"You're so dirty Jake. Look how hard you are for me? Why? Because I'm making you hold your piss? You're pathetic," You muttered these words into his ears, only increasing Jake's enjoyment. He loved being talked down to. "I bet you're thinking about that bitch. You wish she was the one touching you like this? Don’t you?"

"N-No only you! Only... you!" Jake's voice was slurred. His stomach was in pain from holding back, but he was afraid of what would happen if he actually did release.

"You wanna use the bathroom? Beg for it," you said, slowing down your hand movements and making Jake whine at the loss of momentum.

"Please... P-Please can I g-go to the toilet?" Jake mumbled, a warm blush coating his cheeks at how pathetic he sounded.

Your laugh was evil, but Jake was glad to hear you happy again (even if it came at the expense of his pride).

"Aw you wanna go so badly don't you?" You teased. Now your other hand reached down to his lower abdomen and you pressed against his bladder gently making him yelp. You felt a warm liquid on your hands, knowing he accidentally let out some pee again.

"Do you think that girl would be interested in you if she sees you like this? Maybe we should show her what a desperate pup you are. You might get lucky. Maybe she'll give you her dog's leash and collar and then you can prance around with her instead."

Jake's mind was infiltrated with images of being forced to wear a collar and leash, but he could only see the owner as you. He could never imagine anyone else. He didn't even remember what that other girl looked like - he only had thoughts of you.

“I think she’d be disgusted, she might laugh at how pitiful you look right now.”

Jake didn't realise that piss was dripping all over your hands. His body spasmed at a second push on his bladder and those few drops turned into a stream. Jake wailed from embarrassment, covering his face with his hands even after he'd finished. But you were far from done.

Jake cringed at the feeling of wet fabric all over his lower half. You scrunched your nose at the faint smell of pee and lectured Jake about how dirty and gross he was for wetting himself like a child. Your wet hand in his pants worked like crazy touching him in such a way that his mind went blank with pleasure.

"I almost don't want to let you cum for the stunt you pulled at the cafe..." You said with a sigh, catching Jake's attention.

"Please please please! I won't do it again... I don't even rememebr her... I don't care about anyone but you! I promise to listen.... I promise to obey... y/n please d-don't stop!" Jake begged with broken sobs in between.

"I didn't even have to ask you to beg this time. What a good boy!" You cooed. You began using your other hand to play with his balls. Jake's moans became louder as he got closer to his release.

"Cum for me Jakey," you whispered.

Jake's body spasmed for a second time, but this time instead of piss, he came all over your hands. He rolled his hips slightly, chasing his high. Jake felt you move your hand away and watched you wipe it on the towel you kept beside the bed. His panting slowly quietened down and he became more aware of the uncomfortable wet patches on his trousers and bed.

However Jake didn't have time to think about how embarrassing it was to be laying in a puddle of his own pee. He saw you stand up and a question instantly left his mouth.

"Are you still mad?" He asked worriedly.

You smiled to yourself. "I was never mad. I just love watching you lose control."

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Finally finished this one - sorry for the wait!! Hope it was good <3

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #sub enhypen #enhypen x reader #cina🌙: request #cina🌙#sub jake #jake x reader #jake smut #enhypen jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen x y/n #jake x y/n #jake hard hours #jake hard thoughts #enhypen hard thoughts

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alexsoenomel · 1 year

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Surprise (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff)

Request by @maddiebwrites : finding out you are pregnant with Sam’s kid

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: READER IS DRINKING, KNOWINGLY PREGNANT!!!!

Word count: 1828

Note: Thank you for the request Maddie. Hope you enjoy!

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

SHOUT OUT TO MY GIRL NATALIE FOR HELPING ME GET THIS FIC TO NOT SUCK!!! FOLLOW MY QUEEN SHE IS THE BEST AND HAS SOME GREAT WRITING SKILLSSSSSS @ambergoddess444

It took three positive tests, two blue lines and a period that was 10 days late for the realization to hit you like a truck...You were pregnant.

It didn't seem real, especially because you were taking the pill regularly. You knew there was always a risk but you didn't think it would happen to you. You and Sam were always careful, especially because of the life you lived; bringing a child into this world, into your lives, it wasn't right. A child wouldn't stand a chance to have a hint of normalcy in its life, since your life was far from normal. Between mom and dad killing monsters and occasionally saving the world, doing math homework? Sam would probably teach the kid all about demon lore rather than algebra. How can a kid have a normal life when mom and dad were hunters?

You were looking at the three tests, stunned. Your heart was in your throat, trying to process what was right in front of you.

"No, it can't be....No." You mumbled and tossed the tests in the bin next to the toilet. "Fuck no."

How were you going to tell Sam? You never talked about having kids, you just thought it was automatically out of the question since having a boring, suburban life seemed like a fairytale at this point.

You couldn't take the thoughts rushing and haunting your mind so you went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of whiskey. One thing you knew, was when you didn't want to think, you would drink. Time stopped after the first sip, and after the second you decided to take the glass and the whole bottle and go back to your room. You completely shut down, scrolling through Tik Tok, sipping on whiskey until you could feel yourself slipping away from sobriety into a drunken state.

Sam was out fetching groceries since Dean came back last night at some ungodly hour, totally hammered, and ate everything in the fridge and passed out. He was still asleep and it was almost 3PM.

It wasn't unusual for your period to be late for five days max; sometimes stress would get the best of you. Being a hunter wasn't an easy job description, but it never occurred to you that it could happen. After five days passed, you bought three tests just in case, without Sam knowing of course.

Thank God you did.

Your eyes and ears didn’t even register the door of your room opening.

"(Y/N)?" Sam asked as his gaze went straight to the bottle on your nightstand. It was still somewhat full since by that point you only had two glasses and it was enough to get you drunk, since you haven’t had lunch yet.

You immediately put your phone down to look at him, taken aback by his presence. You had to tell him.

"Are you okay?" He knew something was wrong. He always knew. You have been together for a long time, he could read you like a book. He told you once, it was easy to see when you were distraught, your face structure would change and your eyes would have a specific glow or no glow at all. Even if you tried to hide it from him, you couldn't.

"Huh? Define okay." You slurred. He sat on the edge of the bed and you kissed his cheek. He was immediately struck by a strong smell of alcohol.

"Are you...drunk?"

"A little, yeah."

"What happened? Talk to me." He was worried and rightfully so. Your eyes were bloodshot as tears were just about to roll down your cheeks. You were holding everything back, trying to bury it deep inside of you, even though you knew you couldn't.

"I-I have a surprise for you," You started as you wiped away the first tear on your cheek. "And you ain't gonna like it."

"What? You're scaring me." Sam’s eyes were wide fixed on you as his face changed, from calm and collected to worried and about to panic. Lips slightly parted after he swallowed nervously, waiting for you to answer.

You got up with the last bit of strength you had and went to the bathroom to get the tests out of the bin. Sam was frozen and silent. You sat next to him and gave him the three tests you took a couple of hours before.

"I'm pregnant, Sam." You confessed, feeling your stomach tightening as fear took over your whole body. You were still under the influence of alcohol, but sober enough to feel every emotion in you.

Sam was stunned. He was looking at the tests then at you, mouth slightly open, trying to find the words before a huge smile appeared on his face.

"How did we....I mean...." He stuttered trying to find the right words. "I never..."

"You know when we finished that case in San Diego, couple of weeks back? We all got drunk, Dean went to get laid and we had...drunk sex?"

"Yeah? Did I...?” Sam started fidgeting with the tests, checking them again to make sure every one of them was positive before looking back at you with a confused lost puppy look on his face.

"Yeah, I told you to. That's what I remember anyway. First time we came at the same time." Sam immediately blushed hearing those words. You took a sip of whiskey straight from the bottle, feeling the sting deep in your throat. It was strong but smooth.

That night was wild and a night to remember. Flashbacks started appearing in your mind, of you and Sam devouring each other with each kiss, hands all over each others’ skin, like you were teenagers again. You didn't remember much, but it was enough. That night was filled with lust and love so strong it would make anyone jealous.

"Huh, yeah." He smirked. "I still have the marks on my back..." He said, remembering how loud you were that night, how hot you were moaning his name over and over agai- "But wait, aren’t you still on the pill?"

"That's the best part. Yes I am." You laughed. "Yes, I fucking am."

"Hey, hey!" As you were about to take another sip of whiskey, Sam took the bottle from your hands. "No more!"

"Sam! Let me be drunk, I need to process this." You protested, trying to take the bottle from his hands, but he was quick enough to move his hand out of your reach.

"Not with alcohol, (Y/N)! With me!" His tone became slightly louder forcing you to hear him

He was right. He was always right. That's why you loved him so much. Every time you would feel like your mind was slipping away and you would try to get it back with unhealthy coping mechanisms, he would pull you back from it and vice versa. That's why you worked so well.

"Okay." You finally mumbled under your breath. "But what are we going to do? This life is not for a child."

"We never actually talked about having kids." He said and took your hand. His skin was always so warm, especially his hands.

"Yeah, and we have been together for what, 5 years?"

Sam chuckled. "7 in two months, (Y/N)."

You never really cared about anniversaries. You found them pathetic and unnecessary. After two years with him, you completely forgot when your anniversary was, but Sam didn’t. He liked memorising silly details about your relationship. He even remembered the exact date that you first went out, since your relationship started with one drunk kiss and a whole lot of moaning first.

"Seven fucking years and still, every time I look at you I feel like a teenager with a crush." Your confession made Sam smile, but you on the other hand were breaking down. You started crying, every emotion you were locking up inside began pouring out. You loved him so much, sometimes even more than yourself. He was your best friend, your rock, your everything. You couldn't imagine your life without him and you definitely didn't want to terminate this pregnancy. Even with the life you lived, you created this child with nothing but love you had for one another and it deserved a chance.

"Hey, (Y/N), it's going to be okay. I love you and we are in this together." He always knew his way with words. Always.

"Can we cuddle for a little bit, please?" You asked with a light sniffle.

Sam nodded and soon after, you were both under the blankets of the bed you shared, cuddling and him of course being the big spoon.

"You know I would never pressure you into doing something you don't want, right?" He said, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"I know Sam. But I feel bad."

"Why?"

"I'm aware of the life we both live. I'm aware of everything, but at the same time I do want kids. I want kids with you."

You never actually said it since you never talked about it, but it was true. Growing up, you thought you would never have kids because you never met a person you trusted 100%. Not until you met Sam. Something in you shifted but at the same time it was clashing with your rational thoughts. WAS THAT KID GOING TO HAVE A GOOD LIFE?

"As crazy as this sounds, I also want the same thing with you. And even if you told me you didn't want to keep it, you know I don't have a right to dictate what you can and cannot do with your body?"

You smiled as you took his index finger into your hand as he was pulling you closer to him. It was a relief knowing he thought the same. "Yes I know."

The amount of respect he had for you, the love he constantly showed you with, all you could think was how lucky you were.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" You asked him, genuinely curious.

"I just want a happy, healthy kid, with mom's temper and dad's humor."

"And Uncle Dean's ability to piss us off." You added, turning around to look at him. His eyes were glowing as he was looking back at you, staring into your soul with his beautiful hazel eyes. His eyes reminded you of two small ecosystems since every colour in them reminded you of trees and life.

You kissed him, feeling a light moan escape his mouth as he kissed back instantly.

"We are going to be parents." He said, still not fully comprehending everything.

"Imagine a mini you running around the bunker and eating Uncle Dean's pie."

"And telling Mommy that Daddy said yes to ice cream for dinner."

"You little shit you are not going to do that." You said messing up his hair a little bit.

"I won’t." He laughed.

"You and Dean are going to spoil this kid to no end. I just know it."

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stargazing15 · 2 years

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That ain’t an upgrade

Pairing: ex!Hangman x civil!reader; mystery man x reader

Summary: After Hangman breaking up with you 6 months ago you had to get away from him for a while thanks to an opportunity on your job. Now you're back, and how.

Warnings: Hangman has a new girlfriend, mentions of alcohol (what can you aspect at the Hard Deck), surprise at the end; for everyone’s safety 18+

A/N: got inspired while listening to Jessie Murph’s Upgrade, a short fic. I hope yo like it!

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“Hey you fuckers, guess who’s back!” You shouted at your friends as you entered the Hard Deck and a secret wink to someone special. You were ready to be back after being in San Fransisco for the last 4 months for your job.

“Y/N! How have you been?” Payback asked, followed by Phoenix and the rest of the group hugging you “Girl, I’m so happy to have you back! Feeling better? He’s not here, so no worries.”

“I’m good, I’m in a good place. I’m over him for a while now, so I don’t care if he shows up.”

“Good to hear. I’m sorry about my boy, I really thought you guys were for the long run.” Coyote said apologetic.

“Nah, it’s alright, not you fault Coyote that he’s an ass. And as I said I’m over him” you said without doubt, you had said it earlier before you left for San Fransisco, but this time you meant it, a new start.

“He - uh - he’s got a new girlfriend, she’s very not you. You might recognise her…”

“Good for him and I don’t care.” You smiled.

“Speaking of the devil.”

“Jake” you greeted him, and his bimbo girlfriend. Yeah, she seemed familiar, she was the reason you broke up. You and Jake were living together for over a year after being together for 3 years and even getting ready for the next step, when he slipped up and cheated on you with her while being very drunk. Ever since the two of you lived together, she arrived in Fightertown with her hotshot rich contractor-dad and desperately tried to get between you and Jake, eventually she succeeded. It completely broke you and Jake knew well enough you wouldn’t give him another chance. When you looked at her, you couldn’t see what Jake saw in her, she was just like Coyote said, nothing like you, she was fake from head to toe, (hopefully she ain’t completely like she looks) she looks dumb and is used to getting what she wants. In this case, she got what she wanted, which was Jake. You only couldn’t help to wonder if she could handle Jake. Everyone got to see the joyous squad when they hit the bar, but never when they got home from deployment. You never knew which Jake you got back, the extremely horny one or the completely broken one which you had to fix piece by piece, all depending on how deployment went. She had no idea what lifestyle she has gotten herself into.

“Y/N, you’re back, you look good.” Jake noted.

“Thanks, I am good.”

“Baby, why are you talking to her, she the past, remember?”

“Brittney, baby, I’m just being nice.” Oh God those two were awful together, you couldn’t help yourself to laugh at them at the inside. In the next hour, as you were catching up with the rest of the dagger-squad, you could hear them bickering or her talk about how awesome she was and that she didn’t need to work because of how rich here parents were. It was pathetic.

After her second glass of wine, as ladies don’t drink beer so she said, she excused her self to the toilet.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry about Brittney, she usually isn’t like that, I think she got a little jealous.”

“Jake, I don’t care about her, just learn her some fucking manners.”

“I, I missed you.”

“Jake, jeez, what, she can’t handle you? You choose her, remember. I’ve never expected the one after me to be such a downgrade, that actually hurt me. I just never imagined you to replace me with someone like her. I truly hope you’re happy.”

“I’m sorry with the way things went, I still do love you, I don’t know wh-”

“You made it clear that day, I wasn’t enough.”

“Jake, baby, is she harassing you?” She’s back and still annoying as ever.

“Barbie, don’t worry honey, he’s all yours. I would never want him back after choosing you.” she looked at you, as if she’s seen some sort of alien. Which gave you the time to get yourself ready to leave.

“Come on babe, let’s go” You said, everyone looking at you with an open mouth and some whispering “Ooooh, she’s got a boyfriend, who?”

“What guys, we’ve been dating for a month now” you smiled as Bob joined you, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips. "I'm the one who got an upgrade." you whispered in Bob's ear. The group was still in awe and Jake in disbelieve that it was sweet Bob.

“See ya Bagman.” Bob said waving goodbye and holding your waist as the two of you were leaving.

@jakexfmc hope you're kinda feeling better after this. My household got me a bit too busy.

#top gun: maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #jake seresin x y/n #hangman fanfic #jake seresin fanfic #tg:m #reuben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #bob floyd

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cerealmonster15 · 5 months

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Kalim and the Great Relationship Rescue [Twst] [Kalisil + Jamiazu]

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Chapter: 1/?

Word count: 1165

Summary: Kalim makes it his mission to help Jamil fix his relationship with Azul - even though Jamil never asked for his help in the first place. He enlists the aid of his trusted friend and classmate, Silver, as well as their fellow schoolmates, to ensure success. After all, the chilling tension between Jamil and Azul is really throwing off everyone else's mood, so something has GOT to change, and fast. Surely the power of persistent friendship and the minds of several devious teenagers coming together can lead them to success… Right?

“Hey, Floyd! You guys have a basketball game tonight, right?”

“Sure do! Why? Don’t tell me Sea Snakey forgot to tell ya?”

Silence.

“...Hellooo?” Floyd called through the phone. “Sea Otter? You drop the phone in the toilet or somethin’?”

“No, no, sorry! I’m here… it’s just, uh… I think Jamil’s a bit…”

Kalim paused and looked over at where Jamil was laying in a prone position on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow, face buried inside, muffling his voice as he let out a frustrated scream.

“...Stressed?”

Kalim could hear Floyd’s amused laughter in response on the other end of the line. “Hey, maybe he’ll make more interesting plays tonight with that kind of energy on the court, hehe…”

Maybe Floyd was right. Maybe basketball would be a good distraction for Jamil right now! It was a physical outlet - and dancing always made both of them feel better, so surely basketball would have a similar effect. Maybe all Jamil needed was to play a really intense game with his supportive teammates, and he’d cheer up.

“Yeah, good point! I look forward to seeing you guys play. Are Jade and Azul comi-?”

Kalim’s question was abruptly cut off by another loud, angry, and strange combination between a sob and a shriek from Jamil against his pillow.

“Oh! Uh,” Kalim moved the phone away from his mouth and frantically turned around. “Sorry, Jamil! I was just asking Floyd about your basketball game tonight. You’re… still going, right?”

Jamil only responded with more muffled screams.

Kalim took that as his cue to leave, quickly hopping up from the edge of the bed and scooting towards the door. “Okay! I’m gonna let you have some alone time, and… Um, I'll come get you when it’s time to go to the game, alright?”

“Just GO!” Jamil shouted, lifting his head just long enough to get those words out before immediately flopping his face back down and resuming his wails of disgruntled anguish.

“Right! Got it! See you later!”

Kalim hurried the rest of the way out of the room and shut the door behind him. He sighed, and put the phone back to his ear.

“Sorry about that, Floyd. Are you still there?”

Floyd, again, responded with laughter.

“Sure am! Sounds like Sea Snakey’s definitely gonna play an interesting game. I’m gettin’ fired up just thinkin’ about it!”

Kalim sighed. “Man, I really hope it helps him feel better… How’s Azul holding up…?”

“Oh, terribly. But what else is new, right?'' Floyd said, though he did not sound particularly concerned about the matter. “I mean, he’s insistin’ it’s fine and all, but he’s an awful liar when it comes to feelings - especially feelings about Sea Snakey. He keeps pretending to be busy and holing himself up in his office, snappin’ at people that bother him too much.”

Kalim made his way down the hall and into his own room, flopping down onto his back on his own bed. “Oh no, really? That’s awful!”

“Ehh, he ain’t actin’ super different from regular cranky Azul, really. Probably most of the Mostro Lounge employees wouldn’t be able to tell the difference when he’s in ‘business mode’ on the clock. Me ‘n Jade see right through him, obviously.”

Kalim sighed and started fidgeting with the corner of one of the many pillows covering his bed. “Well, at least you and Jade are there to support him…”

“Heh, sure.”

A door could be heard opening on Floyd’s end, followed by what sounded like Jade’s voice.

“M’kay, I gotta run, Sea Otter. Jade and I’ll try and pull Azul out of his wallowing to the game tonight, but no promises!”

“Yeah, alright… See you later, Floyd!”

The line clicked and went quiet, and Kalim rolled over on his stomach to open his texts. He scrolled through the long list of conversations he’d had throughout the day, and tapped Silver’s name.

Hi silver! Wanna come to the basketball game w/me later? You can come over 2 my dorm and hang out til then if ur not busy!

Silver texted back a few minutes later.

Okay. I will be there in a few minutes.

Kalim’s face brightened, a feeling of relief washing over him at Silver’s prompt reply. He didn’t know who else would be at the basketball game, but at least he could count on Silver to keep him company in the stands.

Moments after sending the text, Silver arrived at Kalim’s room and took a seat beside him on the edge of the bed.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Silver!” Kalim exclaimed, rolling over to face Silver with a distressed pout. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do about Jamil!”

“Is he still having a hard time with his and Azul’s breakup?” Silver asked, straightforward as ever.

“Yes!” Kalim wailed. “He’s completely miserable, but he doesn’t ever want to talk about it when I bring it up, so I just don’t know what to do to help!”

“Perhaps he needs more time,” Silver lightly suggested. “I imagine heartbreak is not an easy thing to experience. My father often says that ‘time heals all wounds,’ after all.”

“Maybe…” Kalim sat back up and scooted over beside Silver. “I just want to help him feel better sooner, yknow?!”

Silver nodded in silent understanding.

“They were so in love…” Kalim continued. “Jamil smiled more after you all came back from that trip to Fleur City… More than I’d seen him smile in years. And… And I refuse to believe it’s truly over!”

Kalim stood up, followed by a confused Silver.

“What do you mean?”

“I think there’s still hope! And I think they’re still in love!”

Silver tilted his head. “Really? But then why would they break up?”

“I… don’t know!” Kalim sighed, furrowing his eyebrows. “But I do know it has to be a mistake. I think if they just gave each other a chance to talk it out, they’d understand each other better. Then maybe they could make up!”

Kalim headed to the door, Silver following behind.

“I have to find a way to help them. I don’t know how, but… Jamil is my best friend!” He glanced down with a sullen expression and sighed again. “I owe it to him to try and help him find that happiness again…”

Silver nodded again. “That is a noble cause, and really nice of you, Kalim. I’ll help you however I can.”

“Really!?” Kalim halted his stride to turn and face Silver, eyes wide.

“Yes. Jamil and Azul are our friends. I don’t want to stand by and watch our companions suffer if there’s something we can do to lessen their anguish, and you would know better than anyone if there was a way to help Jamil. I trust your judgment.”

Kalim’s face relaxed into relief and delight. “Oh, I’m so glad…Thank you, Silver! I don’t have a plan yet, but I’m sure you and I can figure something out between the two of us!”

Really, how hard could it be?

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamiazu #kalisil #kalim al asim #silver twst #jamil viper #uhh. azuls not in this chapter yet lol #whawtever thats enough tags #cereal writes #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ok bye #more info in the ao3 links' notes 🏃

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𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞

❝Not a side or a main, I’m the only bitch he entertains. ❞

❝All my battles have been won but the war has just begun. ❞

❝The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me? ❞

❝As in heaven as on earth, we’ve been dead since our birth. ❞

❝Thank God I ain’t have to smack a bitch today. ❞

❝If I see you in the street, bitch, your ass is done. ❞

❝I don’t need your opinion, I do what I fuckin’ want. ❞

❝If he don’t eat it, he a d-bag. ❞

❝I’m killing myself when bitches would kill to be me. ❞

❝He keep calling, I ignore it. he says I’m crazy. Don’t I know it? ❞

❝I’d rather just do it then I’ll think about it later. ❞

❝I never learn my lesson, so I always do it twice. ❞

❝Say something once, why say it again? ❞

❝Cut deep and I’m still alive, I’ll talk my shit ‘til the day I die. ❞

❝They won’t fix it, they ain’t with ya. They won’t muzzle the mouth that just bit ya. ❞

❝Might show up to the party with a blunt — might get stoned, might get drunk. ❞

❝Walking passed the mirror like, ooh, damn, I’m fine. ❞

❝Haunted house, I make him scream. ❞

❝Bonafide hustler making my name. ❞

❝No one on the corner has swagger like us. ❞

❝We pack and deliver like UPS trucks. ❞

❝I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same. ❞

❝You can spend your whole life working for something just to have it taken away.❞

❝I don’t know why I say the things that I say, but I say them anyway. ❞

❝Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all. Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all. ❞

❝Chaos and commotion wherever I go. ❞

❝Tonight, I’m gonna let the Devil in. ❞

❝It’s my party, and I’ll fuck who I want. ❞

❝Who are you to change this world, silly boy? ❞

❝I’m a gangster, but I’m such a fuckin’ lady. ❞

❝First to watch my story but don’t like me? Weird. ❞

❝Never mind what I had to do to get these diamonds. ❞

❝These bitches wanna judge me but I don’t care. ❞

❝Only want a love where the card never declines. ❞

❝My baby is my employer. ❞

❝No, I don’t want your number. No, I don’t want to give you mine. ❞

❝Sun goes down, another dreamless night… you’re right by my side. ❞

❝You say go fast, I say hold on tight. ❞

❝Got you so obsessed, it’s sickening. ❞

❝You know I might break your heart, just let it slide. ❞

❝Could hurt you really bad, take everything. ❞

❝I let you try it, now you want to buy it, but you know my price is going up. ❞

❝So what if I’m toxic? ❞

❝Yes, sir, I’m’a do it again. I’m fucking him, her, probably they and them. ❞

❝I know you’re wondering what I’m gonna say, I do, too. ❞

❝My mind always wonders what will I say? I wish I knew… ❞

❝I love myself, I wanna see it. ❞

❝I’ma do just what I like on the regular. ❞

❝It’s really not my fault if you’re scared of a sweet little unforgettable thing. ❞

❝No, I’m not sorry. I’m just loving my body. ❞

❝You know I don’t give a motherfuck about your last name. ❞

❝Has someone like me ever existed? ❞

❝I can’t help it, I just woke up like this. ❞

❝Nightmare dream girl, I am what your type is. ❞

❝When I go into that ground, I won’t go quietly. ❞

❝I got troubles, they won’t let me be. ❞

❝I’ve been on the run since I was a boy. ❞

❝I’ve got troubles of more than one kind. ❞

❝If I had a dick, you’d probably lick it like a lollipop. ❞

❝Bitches say they fuckin’ with me, chances are they’re probably not. ❞

❝If he had a twin, I would let them run a train. ❞

❝I swear I feel like a toilet bowl shitting on everything I’ve said or I’ve done. ❞

❝Thanks for the talk, are we done? ❞

❝I’m over wasting time in life trying to be something I’m not. ❞

❝Do you ever feel like you’re underwater, drowning inside? ❞

❝I’m not gonna hang my head and be another accident. ❞

❝I’ve given up our romance. I have nothing left for love. ❞

❝I’m not sick, but I’m not well. ❞

❝Fingertips like memories, I can’t forget the curves of your body. ❞

❝Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding. ❞

❝I don’t even have a TV. ❞

❝Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me. ❞

❝It’s a sin to live so well. ❞

❝I’d like to turn off time and kill my mind. ❞

❝Hear the voices in my head, I swear to god it sounds like they’re snoring. ❞

❝If you’re bored then you’re boring. ❞

❝The agony and irony, they’re killing me. ❞

❝She says she loves me at dusk, but at dawn I pack up my things and I’m gone. ❞

❝Never been a perfect soul but I will not apologize. ❞

❝I did a lot wrong that I can’t make right. ❞

❝That face, baby, it ain’t fair. ❞

❝I eat boys like you for breakfast. ❞

❝I never said it’s right, but I’m gonna keep doing it. ❞

❝I’m sick and, honestly? I’m getting high off it. ❞

❝We don’t deal with outsiders very well. ❞

❝They can smell the intention on you. ❞

❝They call me an American horror show. ❞

❝What I gotta do to find a sub or a dom to choke me? ❞

❝I could be your little monster. ❞

❝I like when you piss me off, it usually means the sex is rough. ❞

❝I am the big idea. ❞

❝If you got a problem, better speak up. ❞

❝My generation’s had enough, and you should be afraid. ❞

❝I like my coffee black just like my metal. ❞

❝I can’t wait for you to shut me up. ❞

❝I’m friends with all my demons. ❞

❝I’m the definition of the worst kind of mean. ❞

❝I will not die in the night but in the light of the sun with the ashes of this world in my lungs. ❞

#rp meme #sentence meme #inbox meme #vvmeme

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thefactsofthematter · 1 year

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For the title thing: suddenly I was nostalgic for something I'd never known - @roideny

@roideny ok hear me out. maybe this is too on the nose, but i’m thinking a reincarnation/time travel au 👀 this is a little long but very fun!!

canon era jack picks the wrong fight one night, leaving him passed out in an alley somewhere— when he comes to, he’s in an utterly unfamiliar room (are those electric lights? why is it so white and sterile in here? what the fuck are all these machines beside him??) with a doctor staring down at him, saying something about sedation wearing off.

long story short, he’s in modern au jack’s body, waking up from a coma after a car accident. he starts having a panic attack when the doctor asks him things like “do you know where you are right now” and “can you tell me what year it is” because he doesn’t KNOW!! he’s terrified and overwhelmed, but then he looks beside him and sees davey.

now, something seems off about davey— he looks a little older, and he’s wearing glasses and some very strange clothes— but when jack breathlessly says his name from within his panic, this not-quite-davey almost starts crying with relief. he tells jack that he’s been so worried, and you’re in the hospital, and you were in an accident but you’re gonna be okay, and god jack i was afraid you wouldn’t remember me—

and davey is holding jack’s hand, and then he brings it to his lips and gently kisses jack’s knuckles, right there in front of the doctor. jack nearly has a heart attack… and then nearly has a goddamn aneurysm when he sees the matching wedding bands on his and davey’s fingers.

he eventually figures out that it’s 2023 and his name is still jack kelly, but now he’s twenty-seven years old and married to davey goddamn jacobs. in his own life, he’s been good friends with davey for a few months but never even considered anything more. his confusion in the face of all this is chalked up to a mild brain injury— davey is so gentle in assuring him that things will start to make more sense eventually, but he was just on life support for two weeks, so of course his head’s a little hazy.

anyways, he spends a while settling into other-jack’s life— medda is his adoptive mother here, and race and crutchie are his little brothers, which he finds truly adorable. he’s got family and friends who come to visit him in the hospital, he learns more and more about his new life… and then he’s finally discharged to go home with davey.

i know this has all been confusing, davey tells him, so if you want some space, i can sleep in the guest room. it’s up to you. but jack has found davey to be the most comforting part of this entire experience so of course he tells him he’d be happy to share their bedroom with him (after marvelling for a moment at the fact that other-jack is rich enough to live in a place with a private indoor toilet, electricity, and a fucking guest room). he kisses davey properly for the first time since waking up, and then goes to bed beside him…

and wakes up in a dark alley, somewhere in manhattan, with crutchie and race frantically shaking him awake.

we gotta get you back to the lodge, jack, they tell him. your head’s bleeding just horrible, we gotta get you fixed up. those delanceys really got you this time, ain’t they?

he’s back. he should be relieved— the future, while beautiful in a lot of ways, was unsettling and scary. he’s glad to be home… but when davey comes running to the lodge to check on him after hearing he was hurt, he gets this horrible sense of longing and nostalgia for something that he knows never truly belonged to him.

that was other-jack’s life, and other-jack’s davey, and this jack has the common sense to keep all this to himself… no matter how much it breaks his heart to know he’ll never really be davey’s husband.

#hope u enjoy el!!!#i brainstormed this for a whole plane ride which is how it got out of hand lol #and oh god a scene where he’s confused and upset and medda is visiting so she reaches over into the hospital bed to hold him #she tells him she knows it’s all so scary but mama is right here just like always… and he sobs bc he hasn’t had a parent in SO LONG :’(#jack kelly #my writing #javid

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Chapter 9: You Want The Truth (Well Are You Listening?)

Iris West/Leonard Snart (now with bonus coldflash side ship because the characters are in charge and apparently I do not make the rules)

This chapter was a bit of a struggle, but I hope it's good enough!

Chapter summary:

While Len seeks some advice about Iris from her best friend, Iris learns some surprising things about Len from his partner.

And then Iris hits breaking point.

Chapter snippet (in which Iris requires help with a mouse in her kitchen and Barry sends a Rogue):

Iris gives the phone screen her best unimpressed look. “You have been spending way too much time with those Rogues.”

“Look who’s talking.”

Iris finds herself without a comeback. “Fine! But only Rathaway, okay? He’s a pretty reasonable person.”

“No substitute Rogues," Barry agrees. "Got it.”

“Absolutely none,” Iris says firmly.

And so it is that Mick Rory is standing in her kitchen ten minutes later, aiming an honest-to-god flamethrower at the base of her cabinet. So much for the reasonable Rogues.

Iris sighs. “Please don’t set the house on fire.”

“Ain’t planning on it,” Mick says. And sure, his voice is nice and even, but his eyes are burning with the ferocity of a supernova, and that’s really not ideal.

Iris gets down from the chair. “Put the heat gun down, Mick. We’re gonna do this the old fashioned way.”

Mick does, in fact, lower the heat gun, but only so he can narrow his eyes at her. “Thought you were afraid of mice?”

Iris manages to approach the cabinet with what should look like only a little caution. “It’s barely a phobia. I’ve handled worse.”

“This week.” Mick sounds almost thoughtful.

“Right. I’m getting used to facing down scrawny little rodents with murder in their eyes. Anyway, you’re the one who’s going to catch this thing. I’ll just tempt it out.” Iris grabs a couple of crackers from the box on the counter. “Ready?”

Mick’s still squinting at her. “I ain’t killing the mouse. Not if you make me hold it. I’m gonna get attached.”

“You can keep it as a pet, for all I care,” Iris says, crouched on the floor. “There. The crackers are in position.”

They both take a step back.

With barely a flicker of gray whisker, the cracker is gone.

Mick makes an impressed sound. "You think mice got powers from the particle accelerator?”

“God, I hope not.” Iris throws down a couple more crackers. “You’re an experienced guy, Mick. Tell me you know how to make a mousetrap.”

Mick grunts. “Maybe. Got a shoebox?”

It’s a little surreal to find herself sitting at her kitchen table with a Rogue stroking a mouse in a Vagabond shoebox lined with toilet paper a few minutes later. Fortunately, Iris is getting used to weird. “Are you gonna give it a name?”

Incredibly, the feral little thing is visibly relaxing under Mick’s surprisingly gentle touch. “He’s clever,” Mick says quietly. “Could call him Rat-away.”

Iris snorts. “He’s a mouse. And don’t tell your fellow Rogue that, or maybe you won’t live to call it anything at all.”

He actually laughs at that. “Tell you a secret. The Rogues intimidate me too.”

“They don’t—” Iris sighs. “Rathaway doesn’t intimidate me.”

Mick replaces the hole-pocked lid on the shoebox, and turns that squint on Iris again. “He misses you." There's a beat of quiet. As if trying to be helpful, Mick adds, "Not Rathaway. Snart.”

Iris takes a sip of the cold coffee she fixed herself before the mouse incident. “He knows where to find me.”

Mick snorts. “You two say that a lot. You’re still both avoiding the other one.”

“I’m not avoiding him. I’m just… it’s complicated.”

“I wouldn’t understand, right?” he says, in a tone Iris has never heard from Mick before.

Iris meets his intense gaze. “What are you trying to say, Mick?”

#I hope you're all enjoying my pain as I keep 'writing' this utter car crash of a fic where the characters are in charge #an honest thief #iris west #leonard snart #ft. mick rory #coldwest #coldflash #(whoops I slipped and coldflash)#also sorry for the sad in this chapter #it will be okay by the end!#my fic

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Sweet Dreams

You can also read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44172883

Atsumu pulled Rin towards their room after the evening chores were complete.

“The kids are fast asleep,” whispered Atsumu, before kissing him deeply.

“Atsumu, we just put them to bed and we shouldn’t – ”

“We should!” he said, closing the door behind him and locking it. “They ain't gonna wake up soon. And I'll be quick!”

“That's supposed to turn me on?” Rin teased, as Atsumu pushed him onto the bed.

He pouted but Rin put his hands behind his head and said, “Let's see how fast you can work.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Atsumu stripped him and swallowed him whole in less than 2 minutes. Rin groaned into his forearm but 5 minutes later, the doorknob started to jiggle. They both turned to the door, eyes widened.

“Daddy! Papa!” yelled Kosuke through the door as he started knocking continuously. “Can you hear me? The door is broken and won't open!”

Both sighed heavily. “Give us a minute to fix the door,” said Rin as Atsumu pulled off with a pop.

As Rin put his clothes back on, Kosuke started knocking again. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“We're fine, kiddo,” said Atsumu, shaking his head but smiling.

“Ready,” whispered Rin loudly, adjusting himself.

He opened the door and found their son looking worried.

“What happened, little man?” asked Atsumu, kneeling down to his height.

“I thought monsters got you,” said Kosuke, his green eyes filled with tears. Atsumu pulled him into a hug.

“We're fine,” he said, patting his back. He leaned back to brush the dark brown hair out of his son's eyes. “No monsters here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking suspiciously around their room.

“Promise,” said Atsumu, picking him up. He started walking towards his room.

“Wait for Papa, Daddy!” said Kosuke, worriedly.

“Yeah, Daddy, wait for me to come,” said Rin, smirking. Atsumu bit his lip.

“Can I have ice cream?” asked Kosuke, holding Atsumu’s face.

“No ice cream,” said Rin, shaking his head at the three-year-old, knowing that Atsumu had a hard time saying no to the little boy. “It's too late for sugar.”

“Daddy, please?” he asked Atsumu, with an exaggerated pout.

He nearly caved with the pout, but he remained strong. “Papa's right, it's too late fer ice cream,” he said. “We can have a glass of milk.”

Still pouting, he huffed loudly as he laid his head on his father's shoulder and said, “Fine.”

“Hey, don't be like that,” said Atsumu, kissing the top of his head. “Ya know yer not supposed to have sugar before bed.”

“I'll get your glass of milk,” said Rin, poking his son's nose.

“Get me a glass too...Papa,” said Atsumu, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rin gave his husband a scathing look before walking towards the kitchen.

He poured 3 glasses of milk - one small, two tall - and walked back to Kosuke's room, where he found the little boy sharing a bedtime story as Atsumu got him under the covers.

“...but the monster tried to breath fire on them but then the middle blocker-”

“The middle blocker?” asked Rin, handing each of his boys a glass.

“Yeah, Papa, the middle blocker! He put his arms up and stopped the fire from burning them with his sleeve power. And then the setter-”

“There's a setter, too?” asked Rin.

He sighed dramatically. “Papa, of course there's a setter.”

“Obviously, Rin,” said Atsumu, grinning.

“Anyways, the setter pretended to be its friend and set a ball but he did a setter dump instead and the monster was so mad, his hair exploded! Then the hero came and spiked a million volleyballs at the monster's head and everything else ‘sploded and he saved the kingdom. The end.”

“That was a cool story!” said Atsumu.

“Yes, it was,” the little boy said nodding. Holding up his cup up, he said, “Kampai!”

“Kampai!” they both said, clinking his cup.

After finishing their milk, a trip to the toilet, and another story, Kosuke yawned deeply.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” said Atsumu, giving Kosuke a kiss on his forehead.

“Imma big boy,” he said sleepily.

Tucking him in and giving him a kiss, Rin said, “Good night, our big boy.”

“If the monster comes, I'll save you,” he said, as the little boy struggled to stay awake.

“Dontcha worry,” said Atsumu. “I ain't lettin’ any monsters come near ya, or yer sister or Papa. I’ll always keep y'all safe, I promise.”

“Okay,” he replied, before falling asleep.

Atsumu brushed his hair back before turning around to find Rin giving him the softest look.

“What's with the look?” he asked.

“Nothing,” said Rin, shaking his head, but the fond look remained.

He took one last look before closing the door, hearing the light snores. He then took a quick peek into Himari’s room, where she was fast asleep, hugging her stuffed Fox tightly. He leaned on the door frame and he looked at her affectionately.

“Our kids are amazing,” said Atsumu.

“Was there ever a doubt?” asked Rin, his chin on his shoulder.

“'Course not. They're our kids. No way they wouldn't be perfect.”

“I know they are, but we shouldn't let it get to their heads,” said Rin. “Plus, we don't want the twins to get jealous.”

“True,” he said nodding. “Not ta say my niece and nephew ain't great, cuz they're amazin’ in their own ways. I mean, they are related ta me, Miwa-nee and Haji-nii.”

He shut her door softly and turned around. Glancing down, he licked his lips and rubbed Rin’s waist suggestively.

“Rude,” said Rin, rolling his eyes but he moved in closer. “My eyes are my best feature, you know.”

“I do,” he said, giving him a light kiss.

Rin pulled away and strutted back to their room. Standing in the doorway, he pulled his shirt off. “I want it slow.”

“Damn, my husband's sexy,” said Atsumu, licking his lip.

“Mine's okay,” he said winking, looking over his bare shoulder and slowly pulling down his waistband, giving a glimpse of a tattoo on his hip.

Seeing his name permanently etched on his husband’s body, his heart started fluttering, even though he had seen it countless times since Rin had gotten it on their first wedding anniversary. He bent down and placed a chaste kiss on his hip. Rin pulled him close and kissed him. “Come on,” he whispered. “I'll make your dreams come true.”

"Ya already did," he whispered back, kissing each cheek and nose as Rin's face turned pink.

"You're such a sappy asshole," he said.

Atsumu chuckled, happy to know he could still make him blush. Rin pushed him away lightly before making his way to bed. Atsumu took a deep breath, thinking to himself how lucky he was.

#atsusuna #sunaatsu #my favorite boys #family fic #part of my Haikyuu AU #which is why it has been sitting in my WIPs for so long #and why i'm nervous to share #but i love it anyway #Miya Atsumu #Suna Rintarou #and introducing their son Kosuke #my fanfic writing

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Europe 2022 - Day 10 - Hornberg (A History Lesson)

After more sleeping in (man, I thought I was good with this time change thing, but it’s still getting to me) I was shown around Hornberg by Philipp.

It is absolutely incredible how much history every single village here has, and you cannot turn a corner without stumbling upon some piece of it. I mean right off the bat, I woke up in a former clothing factory in a building that was constructed 50 years after the US became a country. So Philipp was there to show some of the things.

Like many towns, Hornberg was founded in a way that was easiest and made sense: It started in the center of a valley, sat on a river, and as it grew worked its way into the valleys running in every direction, clearing trees for construction. Also, towns like this had everything they needed - their ain’t no mega-corporation home delivery! So it also meant every town had their own brewery. Many still exist today! Now the US used to be similar, but conglomerates bought out the little guys long ago. And while that still happens here in Germany (no one can ignore the big machine), people are often very proud of their hometown brewery. In this case, that is Kettering. And they make pretty damn good beer. The secret? Well, as the slogan of Olympia Beer, the first brewery I ever visited at the tender age of 10, noted, “It’s the Water.” The water for this beer flows right under the city. And hot damn, it’s good. Philipp told me they bottle it, and fancy-ass French hotels sell it for like $10 a bottle. But here? Well, you can just grab yoself a bottle, and fill on up for free:

Just down the way was Duravit, a toilet company, and trust me when I say every single toilet in this region is a Duravit. They also boast the world’s largest toilet. Check it:

We made our way up one of the valleys, and took a short walk to a small amphitheater that has existed for centuries.

Aside from various performances every year, there is one annual performance that stretches back longer than the rest. The story:

In 1564, the Duke of Württemberg (the region Hornberg is in) was announced as a high-ranking visit to Hornberg. The whole city of Hornberg prepared to impress the Duke, the greatest official who had ever come to visit. Beer was made and bought for the whole village, and everything was made perfect, as they prepared for the Duke’s arrival. Men readied cannons and waited in the courtyard eagerly for the signal that the tower guard was to give for the Duke’s arrival. The signal came, and the cannons fired. Only it wasn't the Duke who came, but a herd of cattle. The signal was given again shortly afterwards, and the cannons fired again, but this time for a traveling merchant. When the Duke finally actually showed up, there was no longer any powder for the cannons. Instead, the Hornbergians shouted a resounding “Piff-Paff,” to simulate the cannon fire. But the Duke didn’t see it that way, and was quite pissed off.

To celebrate this every year they preform the play telling the story. Guess I have to get better at my German to understand it.

It’s also good to keep and eye on your neighbors, so sitting at the top of of the hills/mountains is a castle (well, the remains). We went up top and I got a glorious view:

It was gorgeous. What a beautiful city.

After the view, we went down for lunch with Philip’s Oma (grandmother), who fixed us apfelkugen, which was essentially apple rings covered in pancake batter and fried, and served with a luxurious vanilla cream sauce, topped with cinnamon sugar. It was fantastic.

She was also kind enough to repair my trusty jeans, which I just so happened to buy the in The Netherlands the last time I was in Europe and the airline lost my luggage. Well, they say thick thighs save lives, and mine had apparently given my jeans a run for their money. So she said she’d sew them up good as new.

Side note: I’d also heard that news travels fast in small towns, and this one is no exception. Philipp’s entire extended family knew about every move I made, and 15 minutes after we dropped the pants to be fixed, we saw Philip’s parents, who notified me they had heard all about my jean debacle.

Next up was the Schwarzwälder Freilichtmuseum Vogtsbauernhof, known in English as the Black Forest Open Air Museum. If you are the one person who has read my past blogs, you may be familiar with the St. Fagan’s National Museum of History, which is a museum in Wales that deconstructs old and very old homes in Wales and reconstructs them in an open air museum, so you can understand how people lived in Wales in the past. There are shops, a post office, and even a reconstructed church. Very cool. Well, the same is here.

As we approached the museum, there was a VW Beetle outside, decorated with giant red poof balls.

I had seen red balls on the hats of women in advertisements throughout the towns (especially Gutach) in the Black Forest, and it had been explained to me that these are hat women wear during their traditional festivals. Known as a “bollenhut” (literally ‘ball hat’ - it’s great how sensible the nouns are here), this has become a symbol for the region. Read the link for more info, but you see them everywhere. But back to the museum:

The black forest and its hills and valleys lend to a very specific type of home, and while homes have changed significantly over the years, many of these black forest barn homes still remain. Different varieties have been saved and brought to the Vogtsbauernhof to be reconstructed and show people an older way of live. however, there are still many folks who live in these homes, some of which are relatively unchanged since they were built 2, 3, 4 and 500 years ago. Since many of them were built into hillsides, it was interesting to see a 3 or 4 story home on the front, only to see the 3rd story loft iead straight out to the ground on the backside of the house. The farmers were also creative with how they used items such as heat - in some of the homes, the barn animals would be below the house so that they would help keep the house a bit warmer and vice versa, and then the smoke from the fireplace on the main floor would drift upward, both eliminating foul animal odors, keeping insects out of the home, and also smoking meat. Many of these home smelled like a BBQ smoker. I was in heaven. And while there was some rock wall and thatched roofs, everything else was made of very large timber, of course being plentiful in the Black Forest.

I’m not going to lie: I was so mesmerized by this museum that I did not take any pictures. We stayed 15 minutes past closing because I was nerding the hell out.

Then it was back to the house: Philipp told me he had been dreaming of the homemade bánh mìs I had made him when he visited me in Portland. I had been able to find some pork belly that hadn’t been turned to speck, and while I struggled a bit in using a European kitchen (everything is just slightly different enough to make it feel off), we managed to pull it out for some decent food.

#hornberg #ketterer #duravit #hornberg castle #apfelkuchen #gutach #bollenhut #vogtsbauernhof #black forest #bánh mì

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pizzacrustdisposal · 2 years

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Ive been wrist deep in a toilet tank for like an hour and the problem still ain’t fixed wtf

#gross tw #on that note anyone know how to fix a fill valve?#toilet problems #broken toilet #help #pizzacrustdisposal

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jessilynallendilla · 2 years

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Dylan Hollis baking quotes without context

“With the thoop?”

“You can’t hide from me! I wish you could...”

“911, what’s your emergency?” “Yeah, that lady, Carol, is at the barbeque again.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to kill it.”

“At least it’s not moving.”

bang “...I think I summoned something.”

“I need nut instructions.”

“Oh, god, it’s bleeding.”

“I have birthed you!”

“You ever see a sewage pipe burst?”

“3, 2, 1, blast off! To the toilet.”

“I should have gone to church.”

“On this episode of Dead White People,”

“Who’s mooing now?!”

“I’ve baked a toilet.”

“Suppose it’s better than eating your offspring.”

“Do I call the police, or a priest?” beep “A priest.”

“I’m bleeding.”

“No eggs, no milk, no butter, no joy!”

“It’s a breast implant.”

“It already smells like death.”

“Was Mitchell a cat?”

“That’s the power of Pine-sol, baby!”

“This is what I’d imagine a toilet brush to taste like.”

"A little late in the century for war crimes.”

“I feel like if I do this correctly, I’m gonna invoke the spirit of Richard Nixon.”

“This ain’t food honey, this is a bioweapon!”

“How do you decorate a tumor?”

“It’s not bad, it’s just a cup of diabetes.”

“AH! Bean rebellion!”

“You know, it’s horrible now, but I hope it turns out okay. Like children.”

“Don’t ask me how it smells.”

“Before pumpkin pie become king, people ate this, now they’re dead.”

“Welcome to the world, it’s awful.”

“Who I can only describe as an infant male escort.”

“DEMON BABY!”

“Can a cake be tried for treason?”

“Either chocolate fixes everything or this is alchemy.”

“It’s a boy!”

“Smells like the war.”

“If I cut off my feet do we still have to do this?”

“We seem to have made a chamber pot.”

“Nothing says salad like animal collagen.”

“Are you a thorceror?”

“Reminds me of my summers in Columbia.”

“I’m sorry, my cauldron is in the dishwasher.”

“Well at least you specified the appliance, nah, I was gonna bake this in the dishwasher.”

“Now this took forty minutes to stiffen up which means it should see a doctor.”

“It doesn’t need salt, it needs help.”

“Hopefully it’ll be pink.”

“Now what does that mean? It means it was written by a white person.”

“On this episode of Bread Goes to Space,”

“You know Peter Pan came out in 1928, brave king.”

“Your friends are going to love the circles of indistinct mammal.”

#dylan hollis

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negans-lucille-tblr · 2 years

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N-L-Threenager Blogiversary Writing Challenge

I can’t believe this blog - that I set up with 0 intentions of ever actually using - is now 3 years old. Where has the time gone? My baby is all grown up :( In three years this little blog with its filthy and morally questionable stories has gathered nearly 8.5K followers and made me some of the best friendships I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.

As I very well know (having a real baby only a month older than this blog) three year olds are no joke. The term “Threenager” really doesn’t come from nowhere. Which got me thinking about my celebration…

What are teenagers? Moody, irritable, angsty. Yes, that’s right, this challenge is all about breaking my heart, making me mad, making me wanna throw something across the room (Maybe not my child or laptop, though).

Below the cut is more info, including a way for reader's to celebrate too!

Below I have listed some of my favourite angsty lyrics, and I’d love for you guys to create a story (2K per part/chapter limit - no chapter limit) inspired by a lyric of your choosing. The deadline will be 17th Feb, 2023 (the day before my blog’s fourth birthday). You can write for any of the characters/actors I write for myself. Not sure if the one you pick is acceptable? Just hit me up.

Dark is fine! The only things I don’t read are: pregnancy/pregnancy related smut, underage (incl age play), snuff, toilet stuff and beastiality (play included), otherwise run wild. If you do write any of the stuff listed, I won’t read, but I’ll still reblog.

Not a writer? Until 18th March, I will be accepting angsty prompts, where I will write a short blurb for my favourite entries. So why not send me your favourite angsty lyrics? Or pick one of the ones from the list below to see my take on it (just let me know what character you’d like) ❤️

Want to cry along with me? I made a Spotify playlist of all the songs I took lyrics from ❤️

Few basic rules to remember:

You have to be 18+ to be following me/participating

For this challenge, you can write any genre; smut, fluff, dark but your fic/prompt MUST include angst as its main feature

There’s no limit on parts/chapters if you want to write a series, I just ask that chapters/parts are 2K or below, to help me be able to read them (thanks, MaDD 🙃)

Write for any fandom/character on my blog.

Please do not include any smut involving underage characters, and remember my above no nos if you want me to read your story!

Tag me in your fic and use the hashtag #nlthreenager

Message me to let me know what prompt you're picking!

Deadline is 17th Feb 2023

Have fun breaking my heart!

Prompts:

You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath

I don’t relate to you, ‘cause I’d never treat me this shitty

It must be nice to love someone who puts you first

I gave you my hours and advice just trying to fix you and all your daddy issues

The girl that you want is tearing us apart, because she’s everything I’m not

I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all

You call me up again just to break me like a promise

There’s a girl I know, he loves her so… I’m not that girl

Say I’m your worst mistake, and hell it might be true, but don’t say I didn’t love you

Makeup is expensive, sick of wasting it on exes

I just can’t turn her off and I guess we’ve got that in common

I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

Did she make you forget you ever missed me?

My hair is smelling like cigarettes somewhere with somebody I’ll forget, ‘cause I’m scared of sleeping with just the truth

I reached for you, but all I felt was shame

I’m sick of everything I’m doing I think is getting me over you

Tell me I’m a waste of love, tell me that I’m not enough

I was thinking on the drive down, ”any time now, he’s gonna say it’s love” - he never called it what it was

Leave my heart all black and blue ‘cause it ain’t half as bad as what I put you through

Where’s that girl that knows not to put up with that?

He walks out the door like I don’t even exist. What did I do to deserve this?

I hate that because you, I can’t love you

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

You would’ve been the one if you were a better man

You can’t deny how hard I tried

Life’s a bitch, and so are you

If they could see the pain you put me in again, maybe then I wouldn’t have to fight no more in this psychological war

You fuck up again and then you blame me, screaming that I’m crazy - maybe I am

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine, and that made me want to die.

You’re just breaking me not any laws

I miss you lying that you love me

Was that love in your eyes I saw or just the reflection of mine?

In your mind it’s over, because you know that I can’t stay sober

What if every good intention is a curse and not a blessing?

You do make me hard, but she makes me weak

Was it too much to ask for just a part of what I gave you back? Why was I so hard to love?

He only calls you pretty when he puts his hands on your body

Some days I can’t face the world outside

You’re only worth how much you sell

Weeping in a party bathroom some actress asking me “What happened?” You. That’s what happened, you.

The voice in my head really needs some help

When I’m with him I am thinking of you

I didn’t mean to fall out of love with you

I don’t want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else

Just ‘cause I pick up when you call, don’t mean that I wanna talk

Too sad to cry, too high to get up

We sure looked happy in pictures, the camera doesn't show the way it hurt

Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning

My love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

Did I really fucking love you? Or just the image in my head

#nlthreenager #nlt turns three #blog birthday #blogiversary #angst writing challenge #writing challenge #spn #mcu #twd #the boys #walker #rpf #smut.#fluff #prompts

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

My previous account was deleted so I’ll be posting the stories again. I’ll be changing this one, so yeah.

Inform me if y’all wanna be tagged!

As the Winter Soldier entered the house, his instincts kicked in. The house was too quiet for his liking. He kept the bags on the sofa and started climbing up the stairs towards your bedroom. Oh, how much he loved you. You had never left his side, not when he lost his arm, not when the guilt became too much to live with and he cried his eyes out near you while you said sweet nothings into his ears. He wanted to keep you by side always, he wasn’t ever letting you go. Soon he was going to ask you to leave your job and stay at home looking after him and Iris.

He couldn’t stand to see the tired look in your eyes, how you managed everything, your job, your kid, the house and most importantly him. In the beginning he was afraid you wouldn’t love him, that you would only love Bucky, but you loved him just as much; though you were unaware that he existed in Bucky. Bucky was an idiot to let you roam free and be away from him, especially when the world is filled with cruel people. He was a fool to let you be friends with Thor or any man in general. You were only his and Bucky’s. He was Bucky only, but he was much stronger and capable than Bucky. He was the one who would protect you, not Bucky. The Soldat loved you much more than Bucky ever could.

As he opened the door, he noticed you were in the bathroom. As he entered inside, for a second even he was shocked. You were sitting with your legs folded and staring wide eyed at his computer. He noticed you were watching his files and videos and you were so dumbstruck that you didn’t even notice him standing at the door.

But seeing you watch him do the deed sent a weird wave of pride through him. He wasn’t ever going to tell you any of this, after all it was highly confidential and your life could have been jeopardized. But seeing you now, watching his skilled work with awe, made his chest swell with pride. He deserved to get his work appreciated by his wife; after all, he had put sweat and blood in it, and you weren't even aware, but not anymore. What he failed to notice was that it wasn’t awe on your face, it was unadulterated fear.

He could clearly see as your eyes filled with tears and you pressed a hand on your face. He knew you were scared, but he would tell you not to be. For you, there was nothing to be afraid of him. As you started to puke, he went and held your hair in one hand while with the other he quietly shushed you. The last thing he wanted was to see you suffer. He wanted to protect you, keep you safe from the world, not hurt you.

After you emptied your stomach, you slouched besides the toilet and huffed loudly. The tears from your eyes weren't stopping. “Peeking in other people’s stuff ain’t a good habit, doll.” he said calmly as he folded his hands while leaning against the door frame.

Your eyes widened when you realized that it was Bucky shushing you all this while. But why would he do that, now that you had found his secret. Maybe he was being merciful before killing you. Wait, he was going to kill you!!! You had seen top secret information and there was no going back. You averted your gaze from him as you stared at the laptop. Another video of Bucky’s murders running on it.

You couldn't exactly make out what the video was as your eyes were filled with unshed tears. “He had a big ass fence and four huge dogs guarding the house. But well, all dogs can be lured by treats.” he said shrugging as if he was talking about your neighbors' dogs and not of the person he had killed. And you realized he regretted nothing; he was talking about murdering people with pride rather than guilt.

“Make it quick.” your voice was barely audible as pathetic sobs escaped your eyes. The Winter Soldier titled his head in confusion, “And what made you think that I’m going to kill you?” you looked up at him with even more fear. “I wasn’t supposed to see all this. And I’ve seen enough movies and read enough books to know what happens when you see stuff you aren't supposed to.” you shivered violently at the thought.

The Soldier chuckled dryly “You are right, if they know that you’ve seen all this, then they wouldn’t bat an eyelid in executing you. But... who is going to tell them? Not me for sure. I just need one promise, you aren't ever going to tell this to anyone, no matter what, no matter whose life is at stake. You are going to pretend you never saw any of this. Delete all this from your brain right now!” he ordered.

His commanding voice sent shivers down your spine, “I promise, I promise not to tell anyone....... I'm sorry, please.” you had no idea for what you were apologizing or pleading for. “It's okay.” he said with a faint smile as he picked you up gently and you wondered whether it was the same man capable of killing people in the blink of an eye. As you quietly sat on the bed, you dared not look at him; he on the other hand was lovingly staring at you.

You wanted to tell him to give up this job and start anew, but you knew this wasn't the right timing. “Don't worry, I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to do anything. Just sign your resignation and I'll turn it in. You'll be safe in this house. You don't even have to ever leave it. The hospital doesn’t even pay you enough for your handwork.”

You looked at Bucky with shock and betrayal, you absolutely adored your work. You wouldn’t ever give up being a surgeon and saving lives. You had spent years trying to reach where you were today, and you loved doing what you did. How could Bucky ever say something like that. He was always so supportive but well, he wasn’t the same Bucky he once was.

“You wouldn’t ever meet any other man. Doll, you don't know how this world is, there are lunatics, murderers and all kinds of bad people. But I’ve vowed to keep you safe and I will. Just don’t, just don’t stop loving me.”

“You are joking right? You don’t mean that... do you?” You asked unsure of his words. “Why would I joke about this?” Your heart beat so loudly that you knew he heard it. To keep you inside your house like a prisoner, had he lost his mind? You enjoyed your freedom more than anything. And at that exact moment you realized that Bucky had utterly and completely lost his sanity.

“You can’t do that! I love my job and I’m not resigning anytime soon. I have friends for Christ’s sake. I have a goddamn life James! What the hell do you mean I won’t see any other men?” You lost your cool. Enough was enough. He couldn’t control your life; you wouldn’t let him.

You took a deep breath; you didn’t want him to misinterpret your next words and ignore you. “James, I believe it should be the other way around. I think it’s time you drop being a hit man. It’s not safe...” at your words he tilted his head and squinted his eyes. But still you continued, “It’s clearly dangerous. The things you’re doing, they could jeopardize all our lives, you, me, Iris. And the way you kill...” you cleared your throat and shook your head.

“It’s not safe for your mental health too. Look Buck, you think I don’t know, but I know you secretly cry at night. You feel guilty, so just stop now. We’ll work it through before it’s too late.” You said while rubbing his arm.

“Think about Rissie, she misses her dad so much when you are gone. Maybe take a job where you won’t have to leave and you can be with her so much more. Also... the lives that you’ve... umm.... they are taking a toll on you. You are not present with us anymore Buck, you stare off and don’t give a shit as to what we say. And it’s not just me that notices. You get irritated so quickly, it’s difficult Bucky. But it can all change if you want, Buck.”

Soldat’s talented ears ignored every word you said and only paid attention to the fact that you care about him so much. He doubted that you would get hysterical knowing what he did, but instead you were worried for him. You were ready to forgive him. He was the luckiest bastard.

You saw his love-struck expression and you knew he wants listening to you. “Bucky...!!??? Listen to what I’m saying! Leave that goddamn job!” You lost your cool and yelled at him.

“Do you know why I took that job? They gave me a chance! They gave me my arm back. I would’ve hated being a burden to you and now look, I’m capable to taking care of you. You don’t understand, I can’t leave that job. They gave birth to me.” Your heart ached at his words.

“Bucky, nothing matters if I’m gonna lose you...!!! You are all that matters. And working for Hydra hasn’t fixed you; it had broken you even more. I miss my Bucky. Please, ple....”

At your words, the Winter Soldier snapped his head towards you, “What did you say? Huh, you miss who?” You narrowed your eyes and you couldn’t quite get the meaning of his words. “What? I said I missed Buck, you were so sweet not controlling, I just...” you stopped talking seeing the deadly expression on his face.

“That idiot Bucky is not going to save you! It’s me! I’m the one who will keep you safe. I love you so much more than Bucky ever has. Don’t you understand. Bucky is weak and he is not coming back.” You winced at his cruel words.

“James, you are the Soldat right now? You.... you need help.” You stuttered. At your words Soldat lost his cool, couldn’t you understand and accept his love for you. He raised his flesh arm and slapped you across the face. What was in Bucky that wasn’t in him. He was right, you only loved him as you thought it was Bucky; you didn’t love the Soldat. But he was Bucky, too right?

“Bucky!!!” You held your stinging cheek. You might have tolerated his words but how dare he hit you? You weren’t the one going to sit back and take his shit. In the heat of the moment, you slapped him back. “How dare you?” you screamed at him. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he knew he had messed up big time. The Soldat was scared of one thing: your anger and resentment in him. He hated when he upset you.

“James enough is enough. I’ve had too much of your shit! All I try to do is support you and care for you. I literally handle this house, a job, I look after Rissie, and I take care of you like you are a child. Not once have I ever complaint.

James, I love you so much, but it’s so taxing! Love is not supposed hurt; it’s not supposed to be one sided. I try everything I can to help you. But you? You just don’t care! All you do is come up with stupider excuses. Keeping me home? Making me leave my job? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shook your head and pinched your nose.

“Look James, I can’t do this anymore. I think we should take a break. We both need to breathe. We need to take a look at things from a different perspective....” before you could continue, he snapped.

On moment you were trying to talk some sense into him and the next you were pinned to the wall with his metal arm squeezing the life out of you. Your eyes widened and you desperately tried to breathe, but he had blocked your windpipe. “Jame...” you couldn’t even continue your sentence.

The Soldat was furious. How could you? How could you suggest that he leave you? You didn’t need a break, you needed him. Only him. And he was going to prove it to you. He wouldn’t let you leave. You started banging your hands on his arm but it was of no use. His eyes were dead, like in the videos. And that scared you more.

Finally, your arms gave out and you were on the verge of passing out. Yet that didn’t stop him, he was a madman with a point to prove. But then a small blood vessel burst open in your left cheek. And when Bucky noticed that, he came back to his senses.

He quickly left his grip and ran back, bumping into the bed. You sagged back down the wall, wheezing. For minutes or for hours you couldn’t tell, you both didn’t dare move. You were shivering and sobbing. And he was contemplating everything, how could he?

He wasn’t the Winter Soldier right now, he was Bucky. Why did the Soldat had to ruin everything? He was fine till it was limited to killing, but ruining his marriage. What could he ever possibly do to make up to you?

Bucky was the first one to speak up, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I... that wasn’t me; or maybe that was. I don’t know. I’m so confused. You were right, I shouldn’t have joined Hydra. I... I don’t know what to say, what to do.... ,,.... please say something, don’t stay quiet. Please.!” He pleaded with tears in his eyes.

“Tell me, tell me what shall I say so that you wouldn’t snap.” Your voice was hoarse and it was hurting to even say one sentence. “You are right, we should give each other space.” His heart broke to million pieces, but he knew it was right. The Soldat could come back any moment and he was too unstable to stay with you and Rissie.

“I’ll... uhmm.. I’ll leave. I can come here for an hour everyday till...” he suggested. “Please, please don’t. You are too scary. Think about Iris. Just go to Rachel, you’ve denied it for too long and look at us. If she says you are stable enough, come back anytime. But... not before.” Rachel was your friend and an excellent psychiatrist. “Oh, okay. Forgive me please. I’m sorry...”

“Leave please!” You quietly observed as he picked up his duffel bag, which was packed all the time for emergency, and left the room. You got up and followed him, all while thinking of the beautiful moments you shared with Bucky. “Goodbye.” He said and you nodded as he left the house in his car.

“Umm, are you okay? I was worried, I don’t mean to pry. I just heard some commotion.” Sam said as he entered your front yard. Sam was neighbor and a dear friend. He had moved in soon after you had. But you had known each other much before that. He used to frequently visit your hospital with one reason or another. You guessed he had a thing for one of the nurses but he never agreed. He was a light hearted person and you enjoyed his company.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I appreciate your concern.” you tried your best to smile. His eyes quickly went to the bruises on your neck. “You don’t have to be formal, tell me. We are friends. Are you fine? Do you need something.” You couldn’t stop your tears at his concern.

“I’m not fine, but I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You said wiping the tears off. “If you need me, anytime, I’m just one call away.” He gave you a warm smile. “Thanks Sam. I’m so glad you are my friend.”

“You are hell bent on giving me diabetes with your sweet words, lady. Take care of yourself. I’ll be right next door.” He said as he saw you walk into the house.

He quickly exited your house and removed his phone from his pajama. He had to make a call.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

You were in your own thoughts. Bucky hadn’t once called you or showed up in the past six days. You had expected him to come back the next day or at least call.

As you walked back home from the hospital, you didn’t notice the huge Greek god of a man walk straight into you. “I’m sorry.” You said out of instinct without looking up.

You stopped right in your tracts when you heard a familiar yet much affirmative voice calling your name. You turned around and stared right into his eyes. He had changed, become much much bigger and stronger than before. But his eyes, they were the same.

“Steve?!” you asked with sudden excitement. He gave you a radiant smile which instantly improved your day.

Lost in the joy of meeting your long-lost friend, you were both unaware of the pair of eyes keenly observing your every move.

#chris evans #sebastian stan #mcu #marvel #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky #mob!steve x reader #mob!steve #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes

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unprofessional-bard · 3 years

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Don't Push It, Pt. 2

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

First Part (2/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), angst, sexual tension, then smut: oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, biting, choking, dom/sub vibes bc the reader is A Brat, rough & unprotected vaginal sex.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 7.275 hehehe

Author's Note: This turned out to be a pure self indulgent smut but oh well. I have no shame and no excuses for this.

Like before, this fic changes POV's a lot:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with the reader's POV.

Enjoy!

"Jesse..." You called for him, voice breaking and tears around the corners of your eyes. He was chatting with two other people, but immediately diverted his attention to you once he saw your expression.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He turned to you. You were pouting and chewing on your lower lip, refusing to speak, so he held your shoulders as he looked into your eyes: "What happened?"

You blinked away the urge to cry, trying to find comfort in the fact that he hadn't witnessed your interaction with Joel. When you shut you eyes, though, Jesse's right hand went to cup your cheek: "Come on- Hey, it's okay-"

"I'm gonna go home," You finally whined.

"Okay, let's go then," Jesse instinctively looked over to the door, but you softly grabbed his wrist.

"No, you stay..." You looked away, nausea forming at the pit of your stomach: "I wanna be alone."

"You sure?" You unintentionally leaned forward, lightly tripping on your own feet.

"Yeah, thanks," You finally let the tears go and a pair rolled down your cheeks. You don't remember being this embarrassed, ever; normally you wouldn't cry, but the alcohol fucked with you too.

"Aw, (Y/N)..." He quickly pulled you into a hug, pressing your head into his chest. "You're so not getting away with this. We'll talk about it tomorrow okay?" You just nodded and forced yourself to stop crying or, rather, stop yourself from making a noise. After he pulled away, you let Jesse wipe away the tears glistening your cheeks: "Would a kiss make you feel better-? On the cheek, of course."

You chuckled at his panic and nodded with watery eyes, then he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your wet cheek - a kiss you wished you'd gotten from Joel, it was a comforting gesture which made you want to cry more. Instead, before you let anyone notice what was going on, you walked out with rushed steps. The sudden contact with the warm summer air made you realise how suffocating it had gotten in there, the calm and quiet of the town easing your stress on minimal levels.

You furiously wiped away your tears as you stormed to your house, trying not to trip on your feet as you did.

How could I be so stupid? You thought and sniffed. Of course he was gonna reject me.

The feeling of nausea and embarrassment started to take over your thoughts, so you found yourself leaning against a streetlight, groaning: "Fuck..."

"Shouldn't walk back alone," A deep voice spoke from behind you. "Especially when you're drunk, as you are."

You turned around, fixing your posture as best as you could before realising it was Joel. Your worried expression turned into a tired and angry one when you saw him: "What're you doing here?"

"Lookin' out for you," He replied, stopping before you, keeping a healthy distance so he wouldn't invade your personal space. "Your boyfriend clearly ain't."

"The hell are you talking about?" You groaned in a hostile manner. "I don't need you to look after me..." You gulped and turned around, walking towards your house, which was around the corner: "I don't need you."

"Like hell you don't, y'can barely stand up," Joel growled.

His words angered you because how dare he mock me? Humiliation and ridicule riled you up, therefore you turned around and shoved him away once he was close enough: "Fuck off!"

"Keep your voice down." Joel spoke calmly.

You found yourself obeying almost immediately, the exhaustion mixed with embarrassment made your voice crack when you spoke: "Go away, Joel."

Your anger was superior at that moment, but you still -god fucking dammit- wanted him.

Frustrated, you were absolutely irritated by this man whom you wanted; you wanted to kiss him, wanted him to touch you, grab the undersides of your thighs and press you against the wall as he bit your collarbone... You managed to throw that away- if there was anything to throw away in the first place. Hours ago, when he 'helped' you with your stretches- he also showed up to the dance, even though he had said he wouldn't. He clearly liked you, but didn't he want you?

Why didn't he want you?

"Stop bein' stubborn and let me walk you home-"

"I'm not being stubborn, I just don't want you to... to..."

"To what?" He took a few steps in your direction, slowly. In truth, you didn't want him to see you in your current state. You were a mess, not your usual self and it made you want to get swallowed by the ground. "What, (Y/N)?" His voice softened and quietened as he used the side of his pointing finger to gently push your chin up so he could look into your eyes. "Say it."

Your eyes- glowing, beautiful eyes stared into his own. For a moment, you almost leaned into the small touch, but instead you pushed his hand away reluctantly: "Fine. Once I'm inside, you leave."

Joel agreed and watched you lead the way to your house. You ran a hand through your hair and huffed, slowly starting to lose your nerve in the meantime.

He was right with almost everything he said and had to say: You were struggling to stand up, had a killer headache with the urge to empty the contents of your stomach. The bathroom floor seemed like the ideal place to pass out on, the cold tiles would help you with the hot night air of Jackson-

You found yourself on your doorstep, reaching for the key to your house in the pocket of your skirt. Deep in thought and not all too displeased by his existence behind you, you almost forgot Joel was there. Trying to mask the sounds of your failed attempts at fitting the key into the hole, you spoke: "I'm here, safe n' sound. You can leave now."

Instead of replying, he walked up and lightly pressed himself against you when he took your key holding hand in his, gently squeezed it and helped you push it into the hole. Your breath hitched at the touch, heat gathering at your cheeks as he slowly twisted the key for you (you had lost function when you realised just how close he was). His chest easily covered your back, his scent somewhat invaded your senses and made you lean back before he opened the door. Your gaze lowered to the floor once he pushed it open and realised you had to reach the bathroom as soon as possible.

----B

Snapping back to reality, you marched to the bathroom in a few quick steps, Joel following suit. He closed the door behind him and once he reached to the bathroom door, just in time, he saw you drop to your knees in front of the toilet. Instinct taking over, he immediately walked behind you and collected your hair from in front of your face, then gently pulled them into a ponytail in one hand.

Fuck.

The nausea suddenly disappeared and got replaced, once more, with need when you realised what he had done. Your heavy breathing started to slow down as you two stood like that for a torturous minute.

"You okay?" Joel hesitantly asked, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. You silently nodded, trembling hands gripping the toilet seat harder, then finally pushed yourself up and Joel stepped back, keeping a hand hovering by your waist in case you fell.

Without saying anything, you washed your hands and splashed some water on your face, rubbing it as a means to sober yourself. Once you were done, you spread your arms to the sides and placed them on the edges of the sink, leaning down. You felt too awkward to look him in the eye, so, while burning a hole into the sink with your stare, you asked: "What are you doing here, Joel?" He was caught off guard. Before he had a chance to reply, you added: "What- I mean, you're getting off to seeing me all... miserable and- and humiliated? Is that it?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He crossed his arms.

"You've mocked me quite enough, sir," You hissed, faking a different accent and pushed yourself off the sink. Joel took a step back outside to the hall when you walked towards him. "First you reject me, then call me drunk and then-"

"Please, look me in the eye and tell me you aren't drunk right now."

"Well, I'm not," You dropped your hands in defeat and let them slap against the sides of your thighs. "Not enough to not see what I want."

Joel's heart started racing at your words. He gave you an indecisive look, along with shock, lust and a side of shame: "I..."

"Why don't you want me?" You whispered, leaning against the wall behind you. Your expression simply laid between fatigued and trying-not-to-cry. Joel, on the other hand, was shocked. He had no idea about what he should say or do, so he gave himself a moment to recollect.

"Aren't you- I dunno, datin' someone?" He tried.

"What do you think?" You asked, as if you couldn't have been more obvious.

"Wouldn't you..." He tried again. "Shouldn't you be with someone your age?"

"Should?" You repeated, frowning, but you weren't angry.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with kissin' Jesse in there," He took a step towards you. "You should-"

"What the fuck do you know about what I should or shouldn't do?" You groaned. "Are you jealous? Is that it?"

"Oh, for god's sake," He turned his head away in frustration before looking back at you. His expression and voice softened: "You're so young, (Y/N)..."

"So? I know what I want." You stated and crossed your arms. You're so young and beautiful with your 30s ahead of you and you shouldn't waste your time on someone old like me. He was standing an arm away from you when you spoke again: "I know what you want, too. If only you'd stop making excuses."

"Why don't we let this go, hm? What do you want from me?" He lowered his voice, now deep and husky.

You stared into his eyes for awhile, then fixed your posture and straightened up, still leaning against the wall. Determined, you spoke: "You either leave me alone- walk out of that door and I'll be out of your hair forever."

Joel hated the idea as soon as he heard it, so he impatiently grunted: "Or?"

Your eyes flickered down to his lips for a solid second, then went back up to his eyes. "Stay. And kiss me."

There it was. The moment of truth.

Joel knew you wouldn't be so insistent if you didn't know he wanted you as much as you did him. He also knew that you had him where you wanted and that you'd also keep your promise about staying out of his hair- he didn't want you to, though. He'd hate himself if he broke your heart and even more so if he walked out of that door. So, with one last hesitation, his self control slowly disappearing, he asked: "Where does Jesse stand in all this?"

Yes, your mind screamed. He's going to stay.

"He's just a friend. He kissed me on my cheek, I don't understand why you're-"

"Cheek?" He asked abruptly, brows raising and eyes widening in unison. In his defense, from the angle he was sitting, plus the whiskey he'd been drinking, he was pretty sure Jesse had kissed you on the lips. The way he'd grabbed your cheek and the look of worry after you left hadn't helped either.

You chuckled: "Just admit you were jealous."

He didn't say a word, instead he just stared into your puffy eyes for a moment too long, then closed the space between your bodies. Before he knew it, he grabbed you by the hips and, finally, pressed his lips onto yours.

It was a little embarrassing, just how quick you were to gasp and moan into his mouth. He then pulled back, placed a hand on the side of your neck gently and pushed your head up with his thumb on your chin, wrecking you with one move. He looked into your eyes, then growled: "You've been drivin' me up the wall, y'know that? This morning, then at the dance..." He sighed, looked down and when he looked back up, he said: "I won't be gentle."

Was it that obvious that you wanted to be totally ruined by him?

You never looked anywhere else other than his eyes, too afraid that if you did, he'd disappear. So when he spoke, the words sending a thrill down your spine, you whispered back: "No one's asking you to."

If your legs were keeping you up to some level, they sure as shit weren't going to do that anymore because of the roughness of the kiss. It had a side of gentleness and professionalism to it too- had he kissed or made out with someone recently? Or even for once ever since he arrived in Jackson? He must've had, he was just so attractive and must've pulled someone into his web like he did with you. It wasn't his fault, really, but he contributed.

His tongue parted your lips and you let him explore your mouth, whining and moaning as quietly as possible. God, you thought, this must be heaven. The way he easily dominated you and made you weak in the knees probably made someone as confident as you look really pathetic, but you couldn't care less. He made you a dripping mess and him only, the rest wasn't important.

While his left hand was on your waist, the hand resting on the side of your throat wasn't squeezing but you wouldn't mind if he added a little pressure. The heavy breathing, your occasional whimpers and the promise of a rough treatment made your pussy ache with excitement - you could tell, by the hardness against your core and inner thigh, he was about the same.

For someone who practically sealed a deal to fuck you until you couldn't walk for the entirety of next week, he was still holding back. As much as it warmed your heart, it was your cunt that demanded attention at that moment: You decided to bite on his bottom lip; he pulled back with a groan, surprised and his hand flexed around your neck. Bingo.

The space between your faces wasn't even a span away, but he took his time to stare at you as you grabbed his right hand and moved it onto your throat slowly. Joel's breathing faltered at the sight: You, lips swollen, eyes a little puffy and your hand on his larger one around your throat with the most devilish smile across your pretty face. If it was even possible, Joel dived back into your lips with more roughness.

You started tugging at his belt as he devoured you, pressing his whole body against yours, making you overheat and feel dizzy. The sounds you were making seemed to turn him on more, his aggressiveness and movement speed increased whenever he felt your throat twitch under his palm.

To your disappointment, he let his hands go to aid you with his belt, but his lips stayed on yours. As soon as his belt hit the floor, however, he took his shirt off. He didn't even bother with opening the buttons and threw it over his head, tossing it to the floor. You gulped at how well built his body was, a few scars here and there and a decent amount of chest hair that followed a trail down his jeans.

Before you could faint at the sight, he immediately went back to kissing you; this time he moved to your cheek briefly and settled on your neck. A gasp left your lips involuntarily when he hit jackpot, sucking a hickey on your soft spot.

"Joel!" You hissed, or moaned, didn't matter- you pulled on his hair and stopped him. "No marks."

"Why not?"

Fuckingshitfuckfuckingdammit-

His tone was so seductive, so inviting that you couldn't fight him. The only reason you didn't want marks was simply because it was summer and you couldn't wear the layers of clothes and neckwear you wore in winter - it sure as shit was going to get questioned a lot and rumours spread around Jackson quicker than wildfire.

He didn't wait for your response of course and sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck, making you let out a rather pornographic moan. His naked body was on fire under your fingers, nails embedded themselves into his upper back when he sucked and licked on the spot he bit.

You wanted to scream out, tell him to bite you again, mark you everywhere and claim you as his, but as expected, you were too overwhelmed to utter a single word.

Joel then grabbed your thighs and pushed you up when you jumped. He trapped you between his hot body and cool wall, both sensations sent your body into a frenetic struggle, his soft lips nipping at your collarbones and large hands groping the backs of your thighs. You let go of him in order to remove your t-shirt with urgency, revealing your bra to him. He was quick to attack the tops of your breasts, sucking and biting there too. The bites weren't rough like he was trying to tear into your flesh, but there was just enough pressure to paint the skin purple.

You loved every fucking second.

"Fuck," You sighed, running your hands through his gray locks as he pulled your nipple out of the cup of the bra. "Oh..." The wetness of his tongue against your nipple made your brain short-circuit. "Oh, Joel-"

He grunted when you said his name, his cock pressing against your heat: "Yeah? You like this?"

"Fuck, so good-" You choked out when he spoke, nails digging at his shoulder and the back of his neck, making you squirm in his grip. After a moment, your other nipple was seen to the same treatment. You couldn't wait to see the rounds of teeth marks and bruises on yourself when you woke up in the morning.

Before he could do anything further, you tapped his shoulder and removed yourself from his hold, stepping on the ground with unstable legs- you immediately dropped onto your knees. The sight made Joel produce a sound between a grunt and a moan, his hand going to rest along the side of your face. He wanted to tell you that you didn't have to, but the way you eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants kept him quiet.

You pulled his pants down, only to reveal his rather big erection straining against his boxers. The scene made you sigh, then look up when you grabbed him through his underwear; he leaned forward, pushing your back against the wall once more. He then pulled your hair oh so slowly into a ponytail and gathered it in one hand, then tugged your head back: "Don't tease me, girl."

If it weren't for your urgency to put him in your mouth, you would continue to tease him; his voice was dangerously low, threatening even, you wanted to see the outcome, but not today. You never broke eye contact when you smirked and pulled his boxers down, but you had to when his cock stood tall and proud inches away from your face.

You stared, eyes widening and mouth falling open (and quite possibly drooling at how big he was), Joel tsked at your expression: "Look at you, so eager for me."

You simply nodded, before licking the tip of his cock experimentally. He was, unsurprisingly, warm. His right hand clenched around your hair as he leaned the other against the wall. After running your tongue over his slit you finally took him in your mouth. A rough grunt vibrated in his chest and he threw his head back when you looked up, making you moan around him.

It was a struggle to fit all of him in your mouth, you saw it coming, but you forced your throat to relax so he could finally fuck it without further ado. After pulling back for a moment and taking a deep breath while working your hand on his length to cover for the loss of your mouth, you took him back in.

He hit the back of your throat, making you gag and instinctively pull back, but the hand on the back of your head stopped you and you moaned.

"Fuck-" Joel groaned and placed his other hand through your hair. He was slowly giving himself to the pleasure. You grabbed the sides of his thighs and braced yourself, letting him know that he can do whatever he wanted to. Thus, he started thrusting his hips with a slow but harsh pace. You did your best to relax your throat more and went as far as to brush your fingertips against his balls.

"Shit, (Y/N)," He hissed and picked up pace, the roughness easing up a bit. "That mouth- Gonna fuckin' ruin me-"

It was satisfying to know how much power you held over Joel Miller, but it was only a matter of time that he found out just how much power he held over you.

He pushed your head against the wall, anchoring you in place and gave you a moment to breathe, before searching your eyes for permission to absolutely ruin, or rather, destroy you - you just wanted him to fuck your mouth until you couldn't take it anymore (you were also sure that, even if it got to the point, you'd still beg for his cock down your throat).

He firmly pressed his hands to the back of your head to keep your head from hitting the wall and began thrusting his hips again. You had nowhere to run, he literally had you trapped and it turned you on so much.

His pace became rougher overtime and he began making you gag with each hit to the back of your throat. The noises were bringing him closer to climax and you were more than ready to have him spill his seed down your throat, but he seemed to have another idea.

A growl, gruttal, erupted from his throat and he pulled back at the same time. You panted, a thin line of saliva connected his cock to your lips and tears were gathered at the corners of your eyes, not to mention your throbbing pussy.

He groaned and held your chin in his palm, looking down at you while he breathed heavily. "So pretty down on your knees for me..."

You moaned when he leaned down to kiss you, not even thinking about the usual ew you just had my dick in your mouth I'm not gonna kiss you.

You sighed - What a man.

He was no boy, oh no. Joel was a man: Older, more experienced and was about to prove how he wasn't after just his own pleasure, that he also knew how to please his partner. He was also going to show how much your pleasure mattered to him and how much it turned him on to see you lose yourself in the euphoria.

He pulled his boxers up but stepped out of his pants which were pooled around his ankles, leaving his shoes with the bunch, then helped you up as he tasted himself on your tongue. He lifted you up again, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you over to the table in your room. He carefully placed you on the hard, wooden surface and proceeded to take off your bra; you kissed his neck lightly as he did, which made him sigh into your hair. You then sucked a hickey right above his collarbone, which made him, quite literally, rip your bra off. You snickered at his reaction, taken aback by how harshly he threw your bra across the room. The gesture seemed to have awoken something primal within him: "What? You want another bite, sugar?"

You nodded, pushing your legs apart instinctively, your skirt doing a sinful job at covering you. He looked down to where you were inviting him, then looked back at you. Smirking, he lowered himself onto his knees: "I'm afraid I'll have to tend to the rest of your body another time, sweetheart."

You blinked and stared at him as he gently put your legs over his shoulders: "Another time?"

"Wouldn't you wanna... do this again?" He asked a little hesitantly.

"I..." Your dumbfounded expression stretched to an excited one, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'd love nothing more."

Joel smiled back, then turned his head to place a kiss on the inside of your right thigh after grunting: "Good."

You gasped at how good the scratch of his beard felt against the sensitive skin of your thigh. His kisses were wet and accompanied by occasional sucks here and there, until he bit down at the soft flesh.

"Joel- Ah, fuck," You tugged at his hair, but this time without the intentions of stopping him from marking you. You absolutely adored the way he knew exactly what he was doing and it was perfect.

He then followed the same path on your left thigh: Kisses, sucks and a bite on the exact same spot. You bucked your hips forward with a desperate, pathetic moan.

"What's that? You want somethin'?" Joel looked up into your eyes, slowly sneaking his hands up to entwine them with yours. "Speak up, darlin'."

The pet names were an ache both in your heart and pussy, so you spoke up, barely: "I need you Joel..."

The words made him stand up, your legs still over his broad shoulders. He leaned down, made your legs drop onto the crooks of his arms. He held them as he leaned further down until your noses almost touched, your legs and arms wrapping around his body: "Yeah? Tell me what you need baby."

"I need you to-" You stumbled on your words for a moment because, as much as you wanted to experience how it was like to have your pussy eaten by Joel Miller, you also needed his cock inside you - ASAP. "Fuck, Joel, I need your- your mouth-"

He interrupted you with a deep kiss, then pulled back and sat down on his knees once more, pulling your legs over his shoulders. You didn't stop a long and loud whine from leaving your throat when he pushed your panties aside and licked all the way from the source of your juices up to your clit. His hands had a hard grip around your hips, hopefully hard enough to leave marks.

"Joel..." You threw your head back lazily as he lapped at your juices. You put one hand on the back of his head while the other supported you to stand straight on the desk, your legs squeezing around his head lightly. It was the breaking point for you when he pushed your legs apart and pulled back, his beard glistening.

"Be a good girl and keep them pretty legs open for me."

Your jaw hit the ground, hard, and you felt your soul leaving your body right before he dived back into your folds. A silent scream hung on the edge of your mouth when he sucked your clit, the sticky noises making your legs tremble uncontrollably. You had a particularly hard time keeping your legs open, so when they closed around his head again, Joel swatted your inner thigh, making you jump up with a gasp.

He looked into your eyes, pulled back and spoke once more: "What did I just say?" You immediately opened up for him, spreading your thighs as far as you could, almost at a 150° angle. That didn't seem to be enough for him, however, so he grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him until you were sitting at the edge of the desk: "Don't push it, girl. Repeat it."

"Okay!" You cried out when he bit down on your sensitive skin, harder than before, adding another mark right next to the first one. "I'll keep them open, I'll-"

He experimentally licked at your clit and with all the power and strength you could gather, you kept them open. After a moment, he pulled back, gently kissed the place he bit and said: "Good girl."

You couldn't do this anymore, you were so fucking devestated. It was so incredulous, too overwhelming, that you dropped yourself on your back and cried out. Half of Jackson must've heard that, if not your neighbour next door.

He started to kiss your thighs again, and between the kisses he spoke: "Look at you... So wet for me, so good for me." He sucked another hickey -you'd lost count at this point- closer to your pussy and growled. "You gettin' off to this, hm? Some old man eating your pretty little pussy up?"

He wasn't just some man, though. He was Joel Miller. It was Joel fucking Miller between your thighs, talking dirty to you, setting your cheeks, neck and the rest of your body on fire: "Yes, oh god yes-!"

Joel smirked when he realised he was finally getting to you, but hissed when he shifted and his painfully hard cock protested against his thighs. It was time to speed things up a little, even though he was really enjoying having you squirming under his tongue.

He calculated his next move for a moment, then slowly, pressed a finger inside you. However, he ended up retreating the digit when your legs snapped shut around his shoulders at the feel, and you realised the mistake you made a moment too late. You immediately stood up where you sat and he got up with you, clicking his tongue disapprovingly: "Alright, if you're not gonna be good and listen to me..."

He suddenly pulled you off the desk, carried you bridal style and climbed onto the bed with you in his arms. It all happened so fast you couldn't even process how you were suddenly sitting on the bed between Joel's legs. He settled down and leaned his back against the headboard, then pulled you flush into his chest: "Open up."

You did as he asked and as soon as you parted your legs, he planted his feet next to the insides of your calves, so that you couldn't close them. Your head dropped against his right shoulder and he was quick to pepper your neck with kisses again. His right hand sneaked down to your panties while his other hand kneaded your breast. You whined, eyes closed: "Joel..."

"That feel good, baby?" He whispered against the shell of your ear, then lightly nibbled on it.

"Yes, yes-" You spoke, feverish, then interrupted yourself with a moan once he inserted a finger inside you. You tried to move, but he immediately wrapped his hand around your throat and inserted a second finger.

"Oh no," He snickered, placing a mocking kiss on your cheek. "You don't get to have whatever you want, not after that show you pulled off." You wanted to respond, but his erection digging at your lower back and the fast come hither motions inside you making your legs tremble gave you a hard time multitasking. "You don't get to be all cute to me- then go kiss other boys. Oh, no you don't..."

You were overheating, malfunctioning and feeling dizzy, the familiar white hot pleasure tingling around the corner. You couldn't move- you could only sink your nails into the sides of his thighs as he fucked you with his thick fingers - two buried, pumping deep inside you and five of them around your throat did indescribable things to you.

"Where'd all that confidence go, huh?" He chuckled after he suddenly pulled out and you cried out, not speaking but physically begging to have him inside you. "You pissed me off a lot, you know- Fuck, n' I'm still givin' you what you ask for. You see what you do to me, sweetie?"

You nodded, a phantom of the word yes left your lips, then suddenly you pushed yourself impossibly closer to him when he re-entered with three fingers, stretching you so fucking good: "Oh Joel, please~"

He listened to you say his name over and over like a silent prayer as his fingers produced incredible pleasure and noises from between your legs. Each thrust of his fingers equaled a high-pitched gasp- he kept at it for another moment, bringing you closer and closer to your climax, then pulled out and unexpectedly squeezed the hand around your throat: "You think you deserve this, huh? After everything you did- Think you earned it?"

"N-No," You replied hesitantly, thrusting your hips forward as you did, which earned you a smack across your oversensitive thigh. "Fuck-!"

"Tsk," He shifted his hand upwards, turning your jaw more to the left so he could pepper your jaw with ghostly kisses. "I'm spoilin' you... Don't even know your place-"

"No, I do-" You switched tactics and tried begging verbally, but it earned you another smack, this time right on your pussy, which made you jump.

He cooed, rubbing your clit: "Who does this belong to, then?"

"You- To you," You gulped, breath hitching at the sensation, your bare shoulders tensing against his chest.

He smacked your pussy again, then asked: "Couldn't hear you, darlin'." As soon as you moaned another series of yous, he kissed your neck affectionately, then whispered: "Atta girl."

He took his time while he coaxed your orgasm out of you. A soft yet effective press of the pads of his fingers against your nerves and, with a series of profanities spilling from your mouth with moans, you came undone- saw the stars when he helped you through your orgasm and overstimulated you afterwards.

Boneless was one word to describe your state, melted was another. You were practically both, you couldn't even lift a finger when he removed himself from behind you and laid you down on the bed. The both of you were covered in sweat and panting, you almost missed the adoration in Joel's eyes when he brushed some hair away from your face. Your legs were still trembling, hickeys were showing their colours on your skin and he couldn't help but place the most gentle kiss on your lips, then replaced his mouth with his sticky fingers. He stood on his knees between your legs and extended his arm to your face: "Suck." You obeyed immediately, taking at first two, then three fingers into your mouth. You sucked and licked them, making Joel hiss: "We're not done yet."

"Good," You sighed, leaving his fingers with a wet sound and smirking at him wickedly. You wanted him to unload on you, punish you for misbehaving.

"You're a naughty girl, ain't ya?" He growled, snickering down at you as he removed your panties and threw them... somewhere. You nodded, regaining your energy, that bratty smile driving him crazy. "Get up. On all fours."

"And... What if I don't?" You smiled innocently at him, dragging your foot up the insides of his thighs. Clearly, your confidence started sprouting again and that needed to be taken care of. He stared into your eyes all the while, then hissed when your foot pressed against his clothed crotch.

Without saying another word, he suddenly grabbed your ankles, yanked you towards him and turned you around in a single second, making you yelp. He pressed his body on yours, putting his forearms next to your head and leaned in to your ear: "Oh, that's not how it works, princess." He placed a kiss behind your ear and pulled you up by your hips, pressing on the back of your neck so you stayed down while he raised your ass up, arching your back. Your skirt, once more, sinfully and barely covered your ass and Joel moaned at the sight, then yanked his underwear down, a hand ghosting over your ass: "I'm gonna make sure," He grunted as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, then traced it up and down, coating it with your juices. "That you forget your name after we're done." He started to push in, slowly as he didn't want to cause you any discomfort. "But you'll still remember who you belong to."

"Ah~" You moaned, grabbing his hips as he pushed in. The promise of having your insides rearranged sounded too good to be true, but there you were, Joel's cock inside you and making you lose your mind. He stopped when he finally had his cock completely buried in you. "You're so- So, oh- So big-"

"Hm? Does it feel good?" His voice strained as he did his best to wait for you to adjust.

"So good, Joel- Feels so fucking good," You were practically crying at that point, without tears that was. You noticed how his behaviour changed when you responded to him, when you behaved like his good girl.

"Yeah?" He began moving very slowly, eyes closed, struggling to keep his posture. "Good-" He groaned, then removed your hands from his thighs and brought them together behind your back. He took your wrists in one hand, pressed them against your waist and started fucking you. His hips snapped against your ass and the backs of your thighs, the noises that came out as a result were absolutely amazing.

His thrusts were precise: For someone who had a hard time controlling himself, he had incredible control over his body while he fucked you into the mattress, setting fire to your insides once more.

It wasn't long before he brought you to the edge again, bringing down a few smacks down your ass here and there, making you gasp and push your hips down on his cock. However, the start of your unravelling was triggered when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. He didn't yank on it, but he held your head off the pillows and made you cry out: "Fuck!"

"You like this, sweetheart?" He growled when you clenched around him. "So tight- Goddamn-"

You wish you could say you were embarrassed when you let out another high-pitched moan- a sound you didn't know you were capable of making. Suddenly he turned you around and pushed you on your back, grabbed your thighs, hooked them over his own, then sunk into you again. He didn't move, though, which made you look up with a devastated expression, only to find him snickering at you: "Look at you..."

You sighed, pushing yourself up and down, telling him to start moving, but a hand around your throat had you paralysed on spot: "So pretty with my cock in your tight little cunt." You moaned and gripped his biceps which looked delicious under the moonlight: "You want me to fuck you, huh baby?"

"Yes, yes Joel-" You nodded furiously, thighs trembling around his waist. He started rocking into you again, making you look into his eyes as he did.

"You wanna know what it feels like when a man makes you cum?" He gritted his teeth and picked up pace, going deeper.

"Yes!" Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, your juices leaking out of your pussy. "Please fuck me Joel-!"

You couldn't tell if it was a moan or a shout that came out of Joel's mouth (as well as yours), but it clearly had magical effects as you felt a second wave of orgasm wash over you. His hand around your throat joined the other on your hips, with a bruising grip that you already came to love.

He suddenly pulled out and a second later, had his seed spilling on your abdomen. He clearly waited for you to finish first, which made your heart do a few flips. He slowly lowered himself on top of you as he panted, a hand resting on the side of your head, caressing it gently. Your hand instinctively went through his hair and held him there, too shocked to actually say anything, legs trembling occasionally.

"Shit..." He finally sighed and dragged his head off your chest and looked into your eyes. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

It took you second to process what he asked. You blinked and nodded, eyes glowing and beaming at him: "I'm okay- No, you didn't hurt me, I'm fine. I really..."

"What?" He offered a small smile and moved his hand onto your cheek, noticing how you were suddenly shying away. "You liked it?"

You nodded once more, smile turning mischievous: "I did." You then slowly pushed on his chest: "Very much..." His heart started beating faster the second his back met the mattress and you straddled his hips. The short amount of time it took your insides to start coiling with desire again excited you. Joel was about the same- A simple motion such as getting on top of him, rubbing your wetness on his skin almost immediately had his softening member fully hard again. "We're not done yet, are we?"

There wasn't any indication that you were taking over as far as Joel could tell, but after what you both did, you were full of surprises in his eyes: "No, we're not sweetheart." You flashed your teeth at him before taking him in hand and pumping him a few times, feeling him grow larger in your palm. He growled and grabbed your hips, then slammed you down on his cock, making you moan loudly: "Oh, we're not done, alright."

You put your hands on his chest to get some sort of support, but didn't move, expecting him to start thrusting up into you. He didn't, though, so you gave him a quizzical look. Before you could ask what was wrong, his hands slowly began moving down your thighs.

"Go on," He groaned. "Show me what you got."

Your brain, once again, short-circuited but Joel made sure to snap you back to reality- literally. He snapped his hips up and the force made you let out a short squeal, immediately putting you to work.

The moment you started rocking your hips back and forth, the grip he had on your thighs tightened. You purposefully put your arms closer together so that your breasts pressed against one another, and the noises you made with your skirt still around your waist - the sight made him throw his head back on the pillows and had a moan escaping his throat. You started moving faster, which made him hold your waist with one hand and smack your ass with the other, making you jump forwards.

"Such a good girl," He praised. "Fucking yourself on my cock like this-"

The dirty talk shot right through to your clit and your movements faltered, your thighs squeezing around his hips. Something feral and raw poked its head out from its hiding spot, hidden amongst your fantasies, so you picked up pace but not without grabbing his wrists and slamming them above his head, keeping them there as you rode him.

Joel was, once again, surprised at the sudden move, but he allowed you to chase your pleasure for a while. He closed his eyes and focused entirely on the motion of your hips and the tightness of your cunt.

It felt so good.

To finally have you for himself- it still came with a side of guilt, but he simply couldn't bring himself to care. You wanted this, you needed him and you told him, this wasn't some stupid dream or his late night thoughts: This was quite real.

Not for too long, though. He was almost lost in the pleasure when he noticed your hand going down to your clit.

Your cries came to an abrupt halt when he suddenly wriggled his hands out of your grasp and had one wrapped around your throat, the other holding the hand on your clit behind your back. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly: "So eager to cum, are you? To fuck me over, huh?"

"Yes," You moaned, even though you weren't sure what he truly meant by fucking him over. "Only you- Only for you-"

The words made Joel's hips thrust up, touching a new spot deep within you, then set a brutal pace. You could only hold onto his forearm below your throat as he fucked you and stimulated that spot.

"Who does this belong to?" He asked, pressing a thumb right onto your clit, bringing you to the very edge.

"You, Joel," Your now free hand pressed on his thumb to move it, but he was quick to swat your hand away.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled and lowered you closer to him.

"You- I belong to you," You whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Please, l-let me cum..."

"Such a good girl, ain't you?" He kissed your cheek and picked up the brutal pace as if he hadn't stopped in the first place. You couldn't take it anymore, so you let go.

No one had made you come like Joel Miller did, thrice in the same night.

With a final gruttal groan, he thrusted his cock deep inside you and spilled his seed, the exhaustion and the feeling knocking you on your face on his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, thrusted a few more times and went incredibly still, save for the panting.

"That was... so fucking good..." You breathed and made Joel's chest tremble with a brief laugh.

"Oh sugar," He placed an affectionate kiss on your forehead. "You're gonna be the death of me."

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