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That moment I need to force myself to sleep before I have a massive headpsace drop
#dom drop#sub drop#headspace drop#severe mental illness#mental ill health#woooo I need help#joking#somewhat..
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Damn i need to post sth on my tumblr cause i keep forgetting lmao, might be posting each of the characters woopeee
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#today was bad and I just discovered MORE body horrors (woooo pre-op stopping of birth control)#(it turns out! that when you take birth control to help manage your hormone levels bc you have PCOS! and then you stop taking it!)#(the symptoms return!!!!!!!!!!)#but!#after many hours of doing nothing#I got up and cleaned my water bottle AND I also dug up my earbuds charger and plugged them in#so I can use them on my commute again#also I can’t sleep despite being sososo sleepy#I’m gonna go throw my head into a pillow now#and hope that tomorrow is better#dear universe please let my students not accuse me of living out a slaveowner fantasy by simply asking them to sit down in a chair#and also please maybe let my body stop hurting so bad 👉🏻👈🏻 just as a little treat#eventually I need a better job and a birth control implant and some fun little beverages from like CVS#but for tomorrow I’ll settle for that#my stuff
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My followers and mutuals today watching me jump between maniac episodes (jjk s2 trailer dropped) and depressive episodes (last tristamp saturday and we gon get crushed): Yikes..
#i will not apologize for the person i am today bc My God there's so many emotions i need to let out!#JJK S2 WOOOO I AM READY#tho it's gonna rip our hearts out too#AND THEN TRIGUN STAMPEDE LAST EP I'M GONNA CRY SO HARD HELP ME#AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH#jujutsu kaisen#trigun stampede
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tot cards! !!
I GOT 2 NEW ACRDS AND HAHHAHAHAH
This ones so prettyyyyyyy ^
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HAHHAHHHHHH WHHEHYEGYSBUHSBHUEBHUS YES.
#i needed new cards w a storyline thing#WOOOO#tot vyn#tot luke#tot#vyn my beloved#vyn <3#luke <3#help#tears of themis
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Unsupervised Tablet Time
Description: Kyle is on his tablet late at night. He somehow managed to get onto a porn sight, and found himself with a hard on. But you’d help him right? The only problem was? You were asleep
warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, a bit of a crazed Kyle at one point, he makes the reader touch him while she’s sleeping (or so he thinks, she’s not actually asleep), Kyle crying, tooth rotting fluff. (I didn’t mean to make this as fluffy as I did, but it’s Kyle and I couldn’t resist)
word count: 3k (woooo, I think this is the longest fic I’ve ever written)
Realistically it wasn’t his fault that he stumbled across porn while watching videos on his tablet. All it took was one click, one link and bam.
He was sucked in. Completely enthralled. Eyes wide as he watched the two people move on screen, their noises muffled in his headphones as he watched, completely entranced. The way their bodies move against each other as the man rutted against the woman, thrusting into her at a harsh, unrelenting pace. Kyle had been so mesmerized by the video that he barely noticed the way his cock twitched in his pants, begging for some kind of relief.
He did finally realize though when he shifted from his criss cross applesauce position to relax more against the bed and his thigh brushed against his erection. He paused, blinking in confused curiosity as he carefully poked at his groin with his pointer finger. The sounds that were playing right into Kyle’s ears weren’t at all helping the situation. From the sound of slapping skin to the moans the girl was letting off. It sparked something inside him.
He pawed at his clothed cock with a clumsy hand, a quiet, surprised groan coming from his lips. That felt good. But not enough. He needed more. More more more.
Still though, it was late at night and he knew everyone was asleep, and even though he didn’t quite understand, he figured this isn't something you did around everyone. Even in his hazed state, he knew that he didn’t want to get caught. Maybe he should just go back to watching videos.
He turned his attention back to the tablet, frowning as he saw the video had ended, but soon enough a bunch more popped up in recommendation and he clicked on one of them, excitedly watching, eyes flicking across the screen as the video loaded.
It started out with a woman lying across a bed, stark naked. She began touching herself and Kyle mewled, reaching out and touching the screen in a desperate attempt to touch the woman. He groaned in frustration at his failed attempt, eyebrows furrowed at the growing pressure in his pants that was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
His eyes were laser focused on the girl's cunt, his tongue lolling from his mouth again. He longed to bury his face between her thighs. It was like an instinct. Or a memory…He wasn’t sure.
Soon enough there was a bit more action on the screen, a man crawling on top of her as they began to passionately make out. Kyle copied the movements of their lips, looking as if he was kissing air, which looked quite odd if anywhere were to walk in the room. He was so curious about anything and everything. Maybe a little too much at times.
It got heated fast, and Kyle’s brain struggled to keep up. The camera panned to a different angle, a closer one. The man stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with the woman’s entrance, carefully pushing it into her. It was as if Kyle was the one shoving his cock into someone’s warm heat by the way he reacted. He let out a groan, hand flying to his pants as he squeezed his dick, possibly too hard. He didn’t like his hands. Didn’t like his touch. He was too clumsy. He needed something else and he was growing frustrated.
His tablet and headphones were soon abandoned on his bed as he stood up, very determined now to get some relief. He found a lot of comfort in you, so surely you would make him feel better, right? He had no clue that he could just take care of his ‘little’ issue himself. You did everything for him, so obviously you could do this too.
So he made his way to your room, creeping as carefully as his clumsily coordinated body could. He closed the door behind him, having some sense to be quiet and not to wake the others. When he found you asleep he frowned. He didn’t want to wake you, but at the same time he needed your help so bad.
He took a seat on the edge of your bed, mouth drawn down into a pout as he thought long and hard about what he should do. He finally couldn’t stand it any longer and crawled up the bed beside you, being as quiet as possible, eyes widening every time the bed creaked. He reached under the covers for your hand and gently pulled it out, holding it in his own for a second. You were so warm. So much warmer than Kyle’s undead body, and your touch held so much comfort.
He carefully brought your hand down to the bulge in his pants, letting it rest there as he bucked up against it. A breathy whine slipped from his chapped lips as he blinked a few times, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he ground his hips up against your hand.
Once he saw that you weren’t stirring, he got a bit bolder, trying to find a way to maneuver your hand into his pants, and much to his dismay, was unable to do so. He continued to grind against your hand, cock heavy and throbbing under the confines of his sweats and boxers. He scooted away from you a bit to try and slip his pants off clumsily, clunky hands grabbing at the waistband with a heavy grunt.
Little did Kyle know you’d woken quite a bit ago. Really the moment he sat on your bed, you just pretended to be asleep to see what he would do. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. Your sweet, innocent Kyle grinding desperately against your hand in the middle of the night? While he thought you were asleep?
Your face was covered in a bright pink blush, but luckily the darkness of the room hid it from view. Not that he’d really suspect anything if he saw it anyways. The poor boy was a bit clueless.
You felt him shifting beside you, trying to shimmy out of his pants and you wanted to turn and face him, to press a kiss to his cold, but sweet undead lips. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him. He’d never acted like this before.
You nearly shouted in surprise as his broad arms wrapped around your frame, snuggling up beside your back, his now naked lower half resting against the curve of your ass. He grumbled something that you couldn’t understand before he began to carefully grind against you.
Your breathing picked up and you knew you only had two choices.
Stay here and let him get off like this
Help him
And how could you not help him? Still, you decided to wait a few more moments, because his desperate actions amused you just a bit.
It was when he buried his face against the crook of your neck and began to nip at the skin, your breath hitched.
“Mmmm-“ he groaned against your ear, unaware that the proximity and his volume could wake you, because he also wasn’t aware that you already were awake. Just sitting and biding your time.
He rutted a few more times against your ass before biting down particularly hard against your shoulder, surely leaving marks.
You couldn’t help but wince, shooting up into a sitting position which startled Kyle. His eyes were wide as he looked at you, slowly blinking as he tried his best to gauge your reaction. He seemed to tense, waiting for some sort of reprimanding, or even a slap. But neither came, and he relaxed a bit, his worried expression morphing into that same look of need and desperation.
You gave him a gentle smile, carefully reaching out to cup his cheek. “Oh baby, what happened to get you so worked up?” You asked, although you knew he probably couldn’t find a way to respond. He huffed, eyebrows furrowing once more as his lips turned into a pout. He so badly wanted to talk to you. To really be able to explain, but he just couldn’t, and it drove him to near insanity.
He leaned his cheek into your touch, much like a puppy rubbing up against a person for affection. You let your other hand reach up to brush through his beautiful blond curls, a quiet content sigh falling from his slightly parted lips.
He grew fidgety once more, moving around to try and get comfortable and that’s when you realized that his little issue wasn’t just going to resolve itself. He needed to find a way to take care of it, and by the looks of things, it seemed like you needed to help him.
“Kyle, I’m going to help you, okay?” You said slowly and clearly, making sure he understood you before you continued.
He perked up instantly, eyes wide and full of anticipation for what was to come. More of you. More of your touch. More more more. Help. You were going to help him.
He followed your lead as you laid him back on the bed, his limbs like deadweight as you tried to position him in the way you wanted. He tried his best to help you, always having to concentrate extra hard to move certain parts of his body. It had to do with his mind and body connection, something that had been severely damaged when he was brought back.
Once you had successfully positioned him on the bed, arms laid out at his sides and his thighs open wide, you smiled, looking down at him. He was only wearing his dark blue t-shirt, bottom half naked and quivering a bit. His body was in constant motion, never really being able to be fully still. It was always either his hands, or his legs… maybe his face, but it was guaranteed that some part of him was always in motion.
“Okay, I’m going to help you now, if you want me to stop… if you aren’t liking it, I’ll stop. You just have to use your words, okay?” He nodded with a smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks and you so badly just wanted to pinch them.
Settling in between his thighs, your hands dragged across his legs, getting him used to your touch and not just jumping right into jerking him off, not wanting to overwhelm him and potentially get a bad reaction out of him. You always had to take things slow with Kyle.
With an almost feather light touch, you carefully traced the head of his cock with your pointer finger, humming softly as you glanced up at him to see what his expression would be, truly having no idea how he’d react.
Instantly his legs were trying to buck up into the touch, wanting more. Needing more. God he needed so much more of you. All of you.
With a thick, garbled groan, he looked at you with pleading eyes, urging you to go on. To do more.
And you did just that. You gingerly wrapped your hand around his hard, leaking cock, being careful not to squeeze too much and startle him. You wanted to slowly introduce him to the pleasure and be able to build it up if he did want more.
Kyle, for the first time since he’d come back to life, felt hot. His body felt like it was on fire. A big pit of hot coals settled deep in his stomach, threatening to bubble up. A sheen of sticky sweat covered his forehead as his breathing got heavier, his scarred chest rising and falling with every stroke of your hand over his most intimate part.
“Mnrrrrggh- g-gooood.” He drawled, voice sounding more rough than usual as he panted, hands clenching and unclenching the bedsheets at his sides, not knowing what to do with his body.
“Just relax, Kyle. Let go, I’m right here.” You whispered in reassurance, wanting him to feel comfortable the whole time.
This was such an intimate action and you didn’t want to do anything to cause Kyle to react in a possibly dangerous way.
Kyle let out a quiet, desperate whine, so overwhelmed by the feeling, but also at the same time, wanting more. Like he couldn’t get enough.
Sensing this, you settled yourself more in between his legs, letting your tongue slip out and carefully swipe across his cockhead, causing him to nearly cry out at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to make sense of the new, wonderful sensation.
You couldn’t help but smirk, carefully swiping your tongue across the tip a few more times before sinking down, lips wrapped tightly around his length as you bobbed your head a bit, stroking the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth.
Kyle was writhing on the bed, and to the naked eye, it would almost appear that he was in pain. You did worry for a second, but the way he opened his eyes and looked down at you told you he was just fine.
You sped up your hand, bobbing your head faster, the slick sound of Kyle’s cock hitting the back of your throat was driving him absolutely crazy and in an instant, you were thrown onto your back, Kyle tearing viciously at your clothes as he grunted, eyes dark and determined.
“Woah! Kyle- be careful- Hey!” You shouted as he ripped off your shirt, hands sweeping across your bare stomach before he pulled off your pajama pants as well.
Everything was happening so fast that you barely had time to think. You tried to sit up, to get Kyle to calm down, but he was so riled up that he couldn’t see reason. He attacked your neck with sloppy kisses and bites, marking you up.
He groaned in frustration as he tried to get your bra off but failed, moving on to your panties instead.
You winced as the harsh thread of fabric was ripped from you, leaving a red mark.
“Kyle! Just- slow down!”
But he wasn’t listening, not really. He had climbed on top of you, trying to position his cock at your entrance before he slid in. A loud, relieved groan leaving his lips as he nearly collapsed onto you.
He was big, and it hurt. Especially since he had given you no time to adjust before he was moving at a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against yours as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss.
Your body slowly began to adjust, letting him sink deeper into you. His thrusts didn’t have any particular rhythm to them. He just went in and out, in and out.
With every thrust of his hips, his pelvis brushed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.
You had barely noticed the way Kyle had stilled, soft cries coming from his lips as he was buried against your shoulder. You frowned, thinking that obviously something was wrong, so you pushed Kyle up a bit to get a good look at his face. He was crying. Fat teardrops rolled down his pale, scared face as he looked at you.
“Kyle? Kyle hey- woah look at me, what’s wrong?” You cupped his cheek, trying to sit up a bit, but it was hard because Kyle was still on top of you, as well as inside you.
He simply just shook his head at your question, leaning closer to you, nearly suffocating. It was as if he wanted to crawl inside your body. Just wanted to be as close as humanly possible.
“Kyle-“ you urged, still very worried about the boy on top of you. His thrusts had stopped and he was just crying, seemingly trying to form words, but unable to.
“I-I l-loo-“ he sniffled a bit, a tear dripping from his chin onto your bare breast. You shivered, focusing on his words to try and understand him.
“Loooooove y-youuuu” he said, looking up at you proudly as he managed to get the words out.
You almost teared up at his confession. He was crying because he loved you? God, you’d never meet another human being as kind and selfless and just… sweet as him. He was one of a kind.
He whimpered quietly as he began to thrust into you again, and you could tell he was close by the urgency in his thrusts.
“Shhh-“ you whispered, holding him close. Making sure he felt secure and loved.
“I love you too Kyle. So much, such a good boy- fuck-“ you swallowed hard, grasping at Kyle’s back as he fucked into you, his body quivering as he pulled back a bit to look at you, seeming to ask without words if it was okay to cum. To let go.
“I’ve got you, Kyle. Go ahead baby.” You cooed, and Kyle’s face contorted in the most beautiful display of pleasure you’d ever seen, his hips stilling after one particularly hard thrust. You felt as his warm seed filled you, and you cursed silently. He hadn’t worn a condom. It’d be fine though. You hoped. You were on birth control, but you knew that didn’t always work.
You relaxed into the bed, pulling a now exhausted Kyle with you. He pulled out of you shakily and curled up beside you, face buried in the crook of your neck as he closed his eyes.
He was out like a light before you even had the chance to say another word. You got up to get cleaned up before you went to Kyle’s room, seeing the light still on.
And there, on the bed was his tablet, headphones still connected, and a random video pulled up on some porn website. How he had managed to find it astounded you, but you knew only two things.
You loved Kyle more than anyone in this world and would do everything in your power to keep him feeling safe and loved
He needed to be monitored while on his tablet from now on.
#evan peters#american horror story#evan peters icons#ahs fandom#ahs kyle spencer#kyle spencer#ahs coven#kyle spencer x reader#kyle spencer smut#kyle spencer imagine#evan peters characters#evan peters x reader#evan peters smut
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I don't know if how readers going to get everyone jobs once their all humans, I know you've only just touched on it and will be exploring it more later, but I could imagine there being sooooo many shenanigans around it.
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Reader: Okay Charlie, it says here to fill in all your details. I got your full name, address, blah blah blah... Hey, whats your age? Forgot to fill that one in.
Charlie: Oh! I'm 271. Hehe, time sure flies by you know.
Reader: ... Okay. *types 27*
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Reader: Okay, so there isn't any available host positions at the local station but they are looking for some intern with pay. It says here that there is an option to rise the ranks if you take them, is that alright?
Alastor: I suppose it will have too do, at least its better to work in radio than in any other pointless media. Besides, I'm sure they'll see I'm quite the suitable candidate if the current host needs to be... Replace.
Reader: Please don't kill our local host Al.
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Reader: Age?
Angel: 36.
Reader: Date of birth?
Angel: 1911, just after the turn of the century.
Reader: *Do mental maths to figure when Angel should have been born if he's currently 36*
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Reader: Any useful skills relevant for the job in question?
Lucifer: I have been the King of Hell since its creation, that should count for something.
Reader: ...
Lucifer: ... Um, I am a hobbyist toy maker? Would that help?
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Reader: So it says that there are plenty of bars, restaurants, clubs and café in the area looking for waiting staff. Do you want me to send your CV to all of them right now or do you want to look them over first?
Husk: I don't see why I can't just walk in and ask for a job, that's what we used to do. You even printed a CV out for me, that's alot more than I had when I first got employed.
Reader: ... You do not understand how much I currently wish ya'll could do that.
Okay I absolutely love all these little scenarios you've made and I can definitely see them happening 🤣🤣
Readers gonna have one helluva rough time getting them in jobs and with this cast, woooo boy!!
I feel like we both have the same brain rot for this au (~‾▿‾)~
#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#charlie x reader#vaggie x reader#husk x reader#angel dust x reader#sir pentious x reader#cherri bomb x reader#lucifer x reader
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WOOOO I GET TO SPAM YOUR INBOX AGAIN WITH REQUESTS!! (jokes, jokes) BUT!!
armin with a reader who wears a purity ring 👀 can be nsfw, sfw, or a mix of both! all i can think about is him taking it and wearing it on a chain 😩
Pretty wife
Armin ⋅ fem reader
NOTE: i see the vision 😳 i hope u like what i made of ur idea hehehe
🔞 minors don't read or interact / n.sfw / smut / 18+ content
WARNINGS — possessiveness, virginity loss, dirty talk, clothed sex (wedding dress 👀), creampie / unprotected sex, names (princess, baby)
🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)
Min was very quick to slip a purity ring on your finger. Once he got you, he got you; a Scorpionic death grip on your mind, body and soul. He was completely spellbound by you when you first met years ago in college, and he's even more so on the day of your wedding.
You can barely free yourself from your fluffy wedding dress before he's eagerly devouring you with hot, mouthy kisses all over your skin. Panting. Feverish. He's been waiting so patiently all these years in anticipation of having you all to himself. The wait almost drove him crazy.
That chain with a ring always dangled in front of your face and caught your eyes each time you and Armin fooled around in the past. Those tame touches and strokes never went too far, because he was disciplined — as expected of a soldier boy. But sometimes it felt like he was gonna snap. The feeling of that chain around his neck helped him refrain from completely giving into lust.
Because even though he wanted to ruin his cute girlfriend's pussy, he thought about how good it would feel to ruin his cute wife's pussy in the future.
So he waited patiently, like a good disciplined man, and then the day of your wedding finally came around and —
" 'waited so long for this moment, princess. " he pants. " o—h my god, ahhhah, fuck, that's so good. "
" 'miiin... " you moan softly, balling up your wedding dress in your fists, the white fabric bunching up.
He loves you. The way you look at him sets him on fire. He's so hard it hurts. The two of you have barely been married for two hours and he's already got his slender waist buried between your thighs. You and him fled the party like two horny teenagers back to your shared apartment.
Min feels dizzy when he swipes his tip between your plush, juicy folds, and nearly loses it when he pushes his sensitive head through your tight ring of muscle for the first time. His breath hitches when he feels the way you squish and squeeze on him.
It's all a bit too much, you feel too good. He has to keep taking it out and composing himself. His lips occupy yours with feverish, wet kisses. There's saliva glistening on his bottom lip, and crescent teeth marks decorate yours — he's always enjoyed biting you.
" 'don't tease... put it in all the way. i need to feel you. " you murmur, clinging to his bicep.
Your words make him whine.
" I don't mean to tease you b—aby — fuck — you just feel too good, i can't handle it. God, 'love it when you look at me like that. Like i'm the only person in the world. I l-love you — I love you. "
The noises falling past his pretty lips are purely erotic when he finally starts smacking his pelvis against your hips. Delicate hands with prominent veins running down it push back your legs so he can get deeper.
Such sweet dirty talk came out of him, of course, because he was a sweet boy from day one. Your love sweetened him even more. He's got such a big heart, and it's all yours now. He stares lustfully at the wedding ring on your finger, and holds that hand. His other presses into the pillow right besides your head, his torso in an arch over you.
" I'm all yours, 'm all yours — my body's yours, my heart's yours. You're mine, yeah? Say it, please, I wanna hear you say it — yesyesyes — f-uck again, say it more. Y-you're mine, mine... this pussy's all mine too, yeah? It's mine? My pussy, just for me? "
He snuggles his flushed face into the crook of your neck, his hips roll against you so erotically that you almost felt sickly dizzy on the pleasure. It's almost comparable to eating too much candy and suffering a blissed out sugar rush, only to keep nibbling more because it tastes so good. The soft squelching noises grew louder and louder 'till that's all either of you could hear above the sounds of your own voices and panting.
You feel him whine your name into your neck, and then his cock pulses like crazy in your squishy walls. He's pumping a creamy load deep inside, overstimulating himself a bit as he keeps rocking into you. There's nothing on his mind right now other than making his pretty wife cum; so he thumbs at your clit.
Cock getting frothed up with your cream, a gooey ring of his cum forming at the base as he plunges in and out at just the right angle to make you see all the stars in the galaxy. You sink your nails into his bicep and he loves the feeling. Lewd popping sounds each time he bottoms out.
" 'm gonna cum again, baby. Cum with me. " he pants, " cum all over me, let it out on me — make a mess on my cock y'know it's all yours now."
You can barely speak, you're just whining like a cat as each thrust makes you jiggle back and forth like you're made of jelly.
He rolls his hips flush against your ass, the plush smack of skin on skin earning a sharp moan from you. Just hearing his cock squelch as he fills you up to the brim is enough to make you tip over the edge yourself. And Armin's just admiring you; that's his pretty little wife.
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Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.
#mdni#smut#armin#armin smut#armin arlert smut#armin x fem reader#armin x fem reader smut#aot smut#snk smut#attack on titan smut#aot x reader#armin x reader#attack on titan x reader
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Primal Functions
dark!Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings: 18+ only, explicit, non-con, breeding, bondage
A/N: woooo. this intrusive scenario would not leave my brain. continuation of Hardwired.
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He had your hands tied up, out of the way. The rope looped under both your knees, keeping your legs folded up. It gave Steve the most delectable view of your pussy, ripe and sensitive from the two times he had already pressed his thick cock into your hole to fill you with his cum.
He hadn't fucked you. No, as punishment, Steve was forced to jerk himself close to completion and only then did he thrust into you to deliver his seed. It minimized stimulation and pleasure for you, all while allowing him the alluring view of your body, your dips and curves, begging for his attention.
You had tried crossing the boundary of his property again. So here you were, all trussed up, the better to learn your lesson.
For a while, Steve left you untouched. Only spread open and at his disposal. He jerked at his cock, drinking in the sight of you, until he was at the edge, and only then did he push into you so his cum found home in your ripe cunt.
He slowly stroked his cock, still hard and eager for you. He had managed not to fuck you this long. But at this point, your naked body laid at his mercy tempted him beyond his control. Throw in your teary eyes gazing up to him, and well, Steve was only a man in love.
"See? When you're bad, we both hurt. I can't give you the loving you deserve." Even flushed with arousal, he stayed stern. "All I can do is treat you like the bad little doll you are." He didn't prefer treating you like his little cumdump, but you had pushed him to this.
And now, you were unable to resist the lust he stoked in you -- from his bare, adonis form looming over you, to his cock covered in slick that pumped cum into you while leaving you unsatisfied.
Your struggle had grown weak. Steve made sure the bonds kept you in place for the most part; the little wriggling that you managed with your hips, well, you were a vision that fueled Steve's desire.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, then sheathed himself in you, sighing as he watched your tight hole take him in. "So fucking pretty."
He kneaded you hip, caressed your calf. Hungry for you, his tongue traced the undercurve of your breast, salivating for the fullness of your tits. You arched into the heat of his mouth. Your legs tensed. You couldn't help the relief, the yearning, your skin ached for contact.
He sucked the point of your breast, forcing a whimper from you. In that softly dangerous purr, you could hear him.
"This is what you need. Isn't it...Look at you." He left wet kisses up your shoulder. He groaned, grinding against you. Your wrecked sigh had him huffing a laugh. How could you fathom being apart from him when he made you feel so good.
His fingertips teased down the back of your thigh, sending tingles though you. You could not resist stirring some more. Even the smallest shift from you changed the pressure of your pussy around his cock, so that Steve's head dropped back. His grip on your hip tightened, making you whine.
His thumb lightly played at your clit. You panted, as he added more pressure, and stayed buried deep. You grew hotter, his torture on your clit drawing pleasure higher.
Jaw tight, he soaked in your breathy sounds. That relentless friction on your clit finally drove you over the edge. Your orgasm had your body stiffening, your cunt pulsing around his shaft so deliciously. He was done holding back. A sob escaped your lips and Steve reveled in it.
Growling, Steve pulled back and thrust hard into you. "God, sweetheart. You drive me crazy, taking me so good." He worked his hips, driving into you hard, making you cry out. "I'm gonna fill you up so much."
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Life update-
I need a higher dose of my antidepressants or to try new ones.
My chronic pain is getting worse.
PTSD has been a nonstop bitch for days on end now, close to 2 weeks where it's horrific everyday.
I have no motivation to write and little energy.
I hate my job and feel worthless.
So, if you see me not posting here or on AO3 for original content, that is why. I feel God awful mentally and physically and I don't know when I'll be functioning again. Might be like this for a while. Might be an indirect hiatus. Thanks for reading.
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WOOOO my first time to join mvm!!! i was thinking … dbf!hotch being called up by your bestie to pick drunk you up at the club and you’re so 💕💞💓💗💖💘💝 when you see him because you’re like !!!! my boyfriend !!!! and you tell him you love him and he gets so flustered :’))))
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Aaron isn't angry that you've called, or rather, your friend has called to let him know you need a ride. He's told you before thousands of times, even before you were together, that it didn't matter the time, he'd come pick you up no questions asked.
This time, though, he does have a question.
You don't see him as he walks up to the bench you're sitting on outside, too lost in your own thoughts. But your much more sober friend does, looking at him like he's an angel sent from heaven.
"How much did she have?" Aaron asks her, and your head turns at his voice.
"Aaron!" You gush, and he's already lunging forwards to hold your waist as you try scrambling off the bench for him.
"Too much." Is all your friend responds, fondly exasperated, "And it was all too strong."
"I can tell," Aaron hums, peering down at where your chin is pressed into his chest, your dreamy, hazy eyes staring up at him as you blink slowly like an affectionate cat.
"Hi," You blurt, voice washing over him like a beam of sunshine. You turn your head and cement your cheek to his chest, peering back at your friend excitedly, "This is- he's my boyfriend!"
Aaron feels his cheeks grow hot.
Your friend snorts, "I know. That's why I called him."
"Oh," you gush, only parting from Aaron's grip to smear a sticky kiss against your friend's cheek, "Thanks."
"Come here," Aaron prompts you, one hand on your arm as your friend tries righting herself from how you'd nearly tipped her over, "Come on, sweetheart, let's go home."
"I wanna go with you," You plead, and Hotch chuckles.
"You are. Come on, honey." He pulls you towards his car when you don't move, waving a grateful goodbye at your friend who looks all too eager to resume her night of drinking, "Why don't we get you in bed?"
You giggle, "And then we can kiss!"
You've schemed like it's a crime, like you'll have to shut the curtains and lock the doors before daring to lay your lips over his. While he eases you into the car you're still rambling, giving him a very detailed report of where you'd like to kiss him.
"And then your belly," You reach out to pinch his stomach through the t-shirt he's donning, and he lets out something between a yelp and a scoff, "Love your belly, Aaron."
"Mm, thank you," He clicks your seatbelt into place, lips dotting against your cheek, "I love yours, too."
Thankfully, you keep your hands to yourself when he shuts your door, and he doesn't have to worry about chopping off any fingers. But when he settles into the driver's seat you're staring at him with wide, starstruck eyes, gentle fingers on your cheek where he'd kissed you.
"Are you alright?" He frowns, worry creasing his brow.
"You kissed me," You whisper, and Aaron wonders if you've forgotten your nearly year-long relationship, "You kissed me!"
"I'm sorry," Aaron laughs, "Was I not supposed to?"
"Do it again," You beg, sticking your warm cheek out for another serving, "Please?"
"There," Aaron murmurs after three kisses have been pressed to your skin, one at your temple, another at your cheek, and the last on your chin, "You can have more when we get home."
"Really?" You gush, eyes sparkling with unbridled excitement, "Promise?"
"Promise," Aaron nods, and he can't help from smooching one last time at the tip of your nose, "And there's a bonus, to hold you over."
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studio sessions.
pairing: mark lee x gf!reader
genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship
word count: 1.5k
notes: wanted to do a lil something for mark's birthday, enjoy <333333
808’s blared through the speakers, sending vibrations throughout the floor. Music could be felt in your chest and you couldn’t help but smile. Seeing your boyfriend in the booth, in his essence, made your heart swell with pride.
It was always fascinating to see the man that clings to you most nights, his face in your neck. The way he groans when you shift, unintentionally adding space between you two. The way he pulls you back and whines your name or “baby,” his favourite way to address you. The same man who can’t fall asleep without his hand inside your t-shirt, holding you close. Needing you to feel safe.
Seeing him work in his element, so assertive and sure of himself. A perfectionist, honing on his vision until it comes to fruition, left you in complete awe of him. Your eyes traveled from his hat that covered most of his face, to his little nose and lips pursed in concentration as he listened back to what was recorded.
“Ah lemme do that ONE more time” Mark announced into the mic, evidently getting restless from having to keep doing retakes. He once again closed his eyes and delivered the line.
“Woooo!”
“Ok, nice let’s keep that one” He listened back to the song, bobbing his head with a satisfied smile.
Mark was so focused on recording that he didn’t even notice when you came into the studio. You said hello to his team and a couple of his friends, before making yourself comfortable on the sofa. Taking your slides off, you got comfortable and sat crossed legged as you watched Mark.
Digging into your bag, you rustled around to grab a bag of candy which made Haechan’s ears instantly perk up. He ran towards you and got on his knees with his hands open as if mimicking Oliver Twist.
“Please, my queen.” He said in a cutesy voice, making everyone laugh and you rolled your eyes. You gave him a fist fill of sweets as he thanked you.
Mark stepped out of the booth and his eyes widened when met with yours from across the room. His face instantly relaxed into a smile.
“Bab-What’s going on here?” He walked towards you, giggling and pushed Haechan onto the floor. Making him fake cry for attention.
“Yo cry somewhere else.. Lemme say hi to my girl.” He joked before turning to you.
“Hi baby”
Jumping into his arms, you melted into his touch and you both swayed side to side. Mark planted kisses across your face, before mumbling "I missed you" into your lips.
“Alright y’all I’m taking five.”
Mark took a seat and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His busy schedule allowed times like this to come about less often than you'd like, so you both cherished every second together. He whined about how tired he was but holding you like this was just the recharge he needed. As he planted another kiss to your jaw, Chenle commented on how soft Mark gets around you and his everyone teased him.
This made his face flush with a tint of pink and he buried his face further into your neck. He mumbled “leave me alone, I’m a tough guy.”
Chuckling at his actions, you dipped into your bag once again to pull out a handful of candies and presented it to Mark.
“Here, I got you some sugar for energy.” You kissed his cheek.
Mark’s face lit up as he shoved them all into his mouth hungrily, he was such a guy. Giving you one last kiss, he grabbed your waist to prop you up so he could stand up.
“Ok, lemme go finish this verse.” He went back into the booth and continued recording for a while.
It was nice. Hanging out with everyone like this. You thought to yourself.
20 minutes later, Mark came back out with his mouth open, asking for you to feed him. So you did as you were asked. A sweet and a kiss, for every break he took. This went on for a while until everyone decided to go get some food, leaving you and Mark alone.
He stepped out of the booth once again, grabbing the packet from you and plopping himself next to you on the sofa.
“Hey! That’s mine!” You protested with a smack on his arm.
“Yeah?” He moved closer to you, so his face was inches away from yours and his lips curled into a cheeky grin.
“Watch me.” He teased you as you tried to grab the packet back but he was too quick for you. Every time you felt as though you’re about to take a hold of it, he’d move his lanky arms out of your reach. Making you whine and sulk, which was what he wanted. Mark loved teasing and getting a reaction out of you.
“You’re so pretty when you whine like this baby.. Here, you can have one.” He said, popping a sweet in between his pursed lips.
Leaning in slowly, you placed your hand on his thigh for support. Your heart was beating in your ears. Even though you have shared countless kisses with Mark by now, it never failed to spin your world like it was the first time. Your lips hovered over his and you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grab your wrist. You both leaned in painfully close and you connected your lips by taking a bite out of the sweet. Breaking out in giggles, you pulled away and fell back onto the sofa, swallowing it.
“Come back here.” Mark grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours as he pulled you back onto his lap. This time, the kiss felt more heated as his tongue hungrily entered your mouth. He snuck his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. His hands ran up and down your back, deepening the kiss.
Chests rising dramatically up and down, his chin rested on your plush breast as he left soft, wet kisses down your jaw. The world began disappearing when you felt him twitch under you, making you moan. He brought his lips back up to yours to swallow your pretty sounds as his hands travelled down and into your sweats. He grabbed a handful of your ass inside your clothes as his fingers grazed your core. Mark winced at the contact.
“Fuck baby, so wet for me.” He began circling your entrance, spreading your wet. As his finger began sliding inside you, you heard the boys making their way back and you grabbed Mark’s shoulder in sheer panic.
"Mark!" You yelped.
He retrieved his hand back and fell into your chest with a groan. The door unlocked and everyone barged into the studio, changing the atmosphere completely.
“Urm.. are we interrupting something?” Haechan asked, eyeing you both and you couldn’t help but blush. Struggling to form a coherent sentence.
“Uhh.. no.. we.. we were just..-
“We were just sharing sweets, weren’t we baby?” Mark said with a smirk before he brought his finger into his mouth to taste you.
“So sweet.”
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𝐇𝐈, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝
pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader
genre: angst, smut, romance, slow burn, mutual pining, secret relationship
series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.
word count: 8k
chapter summary: Joel takes you on your first date. A barbecue meant to be fun becomes a minefield of unpleasant memories for Tommy.
warnings: mutual masturbation, piv, dirty talking, light spit play, PTSD, war flashbacks, angst towards the end
a/n: yup, you're seeing correct, I uploaded a day early!! woooo
Chapter Ten || Chapter Twelve
When Joel mentioned taking you out for a date, you couldn't help but imagine something simple and unassuming, just like him. You envisioned a quaint, unpretentious restaurant where you could share intimate conversation, followed by a leisurely stroll back home. You knew Joel wasn't exactly an innovative man; however, his wood carving skills, took you by surprise when he showed you some of his artwork, it made your heart grow fonder for him. As much as he poked fun at himself for not understanding art, or knowing much of it, he was an artist.
In the end, you weren't expecting anything extravagant, and you had no complaints about it. That was a part of his Texan charm. It was who he was, and you loved him for it.
What you didn't expect was to take a thirty to forty-minute drive to South Congress.
“You didn't have to go through all this trouble,” you say as Joel opens the truck door for you. Smiling, he rolls his eye. He offers you his hand, and with a skip in your heart, you accept it, feeling the heat of his palm. Joel steadies you as you hop down from the vehicle. Sarah was at another sleepover, carefully orchestrated by Joel, making it the perfect time for him to take you on the first date he mentioned a couple of days ago.
“It’s no trouble,” he answers, moving his jaw. “But if you keep sayin’ that I’m gonna start thinkin’ you’re not a fan of the idea.”
“Oh, I’m definitely a fan. No need to worry your pretty head about that.”
Before taking the first step, he holds your arm and tugs you back toward him. Your eyes widen when he throws your jacket over your shoulders, “‘Might get cold,” he murmurs, fingers skimming down your bare arms. Then he sighs. “I love it when you call me pretty. Makes me all tingly inside.”
“Well then,” you smile, leaning closer. “Let me say it again, you’re pretty. Prettiest man I know.”
Joel's lips curl into a wide grin, his humming filling the air. “I’m blushin’,” he teases, capturing your lips in a swift, lingering kiss, lacing his fingers with yours. “I knew this would be a good idea,” he mutters against your lips in a self-congratulatory tone. His taste lingers on your mouth, leaving you craving more.
“I don’t want to burst your bubble but I’m still not sure what we’re doing here. You never told me.”
Hand in hand, you and Joel set off, walking down the street at a leisurely pace. The sun, beginning its descent from the vast expanse of blue skies, painted the world in a soft, golden hue.
“We’re here to look at the murals,” he explains. “Thought you might like it, bein’ an artist and all. And if we get hungry there’s this Tex-Mex place I like to go to, I take Sarah there all the time.”
He's nonchalant about it, yet he still averts his eyes. A soft crimson flares under his shirt, creeping up his neck and tinting his cheeks. Your heart beats quickly. You may now be a part of his life, but Sarah will always hold a tender place in his heart. Something he hesitates to share, like a tiny box of secrets. She's his everything. You wonder how many times he had to keep that part of himself hidden, how many times he mentioned his daughter and saw the hesitation in the other party's eyes. It's no one's fault, really. It's a complicated situation no matter which side you consider. And you're fairly certain he's never mentioned his romantic endeavors to Sarah. Why would he? To him, none of it ever led anywhere, so there was no sense in telling her about it.
You don't want him to be nervous about sharing more about that part of his life. You have adored Sarah ever since you met her. Now, you're somewhat grateful that it took the two of you longer than normal to get here. It gave you a chance to show him that no matter the state of your relationship, you'll be there for Sarah, for Tommy, and for everyone he cares about.
Because you care about them too.
“You visit here a lot?”
He tips his chin, “We used to,” he answers and offers you his arm, you thread the gap between torso and tricep. “When she was five we came here a lot. Really liked it.”
A half chuckle, half exhale leaves his lips. You give him a sympathetic look. “Well, maybe we can come here together one day. Tommy too. We can make a day of it, I bet she misses it.”
"Yeah," his eyes glaze over for a second, looking ahead towards the sun-kissed street. You softly dig your nails into his arm, snapping him out of it. He blinks and tenses under your touch. "Yeah, we definitely should. Maybe during spring break or somethin’."
You squeeze his arm again, and when he turns to look at you, you smile. He returns it in kind, and you feel his smile leave an imprint on your skin as his lips touch your forehead.
“Can’t wait to show you all of it, sweet tea.”
And he does.
Joel shows you everything that he loves. The streets of Austin come alive with vibrant murals, each one captivating in its own way—some simple, some complicated. You see the South Congress Mural on South Congress Avenue that stands tall, its graffiti letters painted in vibrant colors, depicting the cityscape. The italicized phrase 'I Love You So Much,' spray-painted by Amy Cook for her partner Liz Lambert—Joel doesn't say much here. He stares at it for a while before gripping your hand tighter. Suddenly, he tugs your arm, pressing his lips firmly against yours, sucking the air from your lungs. Here, you take a quick coffee break and continue on.
There are so many. Your eyes catch sight of a mural depicting a piece of toast and yellow butter, lovingly painted on a vibrant blue wall, inside the piece of butter and toast it says “you’re my butter half”. You laugh and nudge Joel in the ribs and repeat the words to him. His smile is the widest you’ve ever seen.
Joel introduces you to Jeremiah the Innocent. A smiling cartoonish frog, on top of it you read HI, HOW ARE YOU. He then told you that Jeremiah had another name as well— Ron. Named by, of course, Sarah. Leaning closer, you tell Joel that you agree, the frog looks much more like a Ron rather than a Jeremiah.
After that Joel, a keeper of his word, takes you to a small Tex-Mex place. He orders chips and queso as an appetizer, followed up by two cold beers and tacos.
"I think you might have killed me," you say, rubbing your stomach and leaning back as the cold metal of the chair bites into your skin.
Joel cocks an eyebrow, a small smile touching the corner of his lips. “So. . .no dessert?”
“Don’t joke,” you answer seriously. “I always have room for dessert.”
He laughs, “You sound like Sarah,” just as you begin to smile, he adds. “And Tommy actually. That man has an endless pit instead of a stomach.”
“Tell me about it.” you grin.
The sun begins to disappear, shades of light blue fading into something darker that lingers in the sky. It reminds you of the times when you angrily slap your widest brush on top of the canvas and just move it around without any aim or goal. The string lights come to life. Joel looks gorgeous under the soft glow; it's almost dreamlike. If you were to reach out, you're not entirely sure that he wouldn't fade away.
His hand finds yours over the table, lacing your fingers together. A stuttering, silent breath escapes your lips. The effects of alcohol buzz both in your veins and mind. His thumb traces your knuckles, a gesture so familiar yet foreign at the same time. With a smile, you bring the back of his hand to your lips before he does. You tenderly kiss him, feeling the softness of lips moving over the mountains and valleys of his hand. His breath hitches, and your ears feel warm.
"Should we head back?" he murmurs, his voice dipping into something darker. His thumb finds purchase on your lower lip and tugs on it, eliciting a soft gasp. "I think I'm gettin’ hungry again."
You kiss the pad of his thumb as he cups your cheek, and you nuzzle into the width of his palm. Wetness gathers between your legs, heat building at the base of your spine. You can't wait for him to devour you.
Joel’s fingers trace the spine of the book that lays idly on your bedside table. He adorns a soft smile, gaze curious as he picks it up.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, turning your back as he begins to flip through the pages. “I’m going to freshen up a bit, make yourself comfortable.”
With that, you exit the bedroom and head to the bathroom. You're feeling positively tingly. The ache in your bones would normally entice you to go to bed early, but sleep is the last thing on your mind right now. All you want is for that man to ravage you. During the drive back, the only thing on your mind was his lips, his hands, his cock—his weight on your body.
You quickly splash cold water onto your face, sighing as the cool numbness replaces the sticky sweat from the day. After brushing your teeth, you head back.
You smile when you see Joel sitting at the edge of the bed, book still in hand.
He’s looking at something.
You raise an eyebrow, taking a step closer. There’s something in his hand, something smaller and vaguely familiar.
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit.
“Joel?” Your voice barely manages a whisper, you're surprised he hears your pleading call of his name. He flinches, shoulders raising all the way to his ears. You clear your throat. “What. . . What are you looking at?”
You already know the answer.
"How long have you had this?" he asks, every word sounding dull. He twists his body enough to face you, holding the small Polaroid picture between his fingers— oh god, you're screwed, aren't you?
"I-I can explain," you blurt out, increasing your steps' speed. You stand in front of him, the picture's glossy surface reflecting the light into your eyes. "You forgot your magazine, and when I opened it to read it, the... the picture just fell out, I swear! I know I should've told you, gave it back, but, well, I—"
Unable to keep your eyes open due to the constant spinning of the world around you, you close them. His gaze remains fixed on you, half moons hidden beneath bushy eyebrows. Embarrassment surges through you, heating you from the inside out. In a fit of desperation, you cover your face with both palms, sighing into them. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," you mutter, your voice muffled by your hands.
Joel stares at you, dumbfounded. With shaky legs, he stands and gently cups your wrists, tugging your hand away from your face. You refuse to meet his gaze, your eyes glued to a spot on his neck. You miss how wide his eyes are, how his gaze grows soft as he stares.
“Why are you sorry?” he whispers. “I think you misunderstood, sunshine. I ain’t mad. I’m embarrassed.”
“What?” you furrow your brows, lifting your gaze. “Why?”
He smiles, “Lots of why’s goin’ around,” you continue to stare and he clicks his tongue. “It’s a half-naked picture of me. A picture that I took, you can’t blame me for gettin’ flustered.”
“You look good.”
“Thanks,” he scoffs with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I guess it’s better that you found it instead of. . . Tommy or worse.”
You know what worse means. He’s right, he was lucky it had been you.
“I’m just glad you’re not mad.”
“Me, mad at you?” he shakes his head, looking appalled by the thought. “Never.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
His hands drop to your waist. Fingers roughened with work digging into your flesh. The excitement you felt comes rushing back, flooding your veins. Joel pins your hips together, the growing outline of his cock brushing your clothed mound. You gasp and he inches impossibly close, lips brushing your ear. “Why did you have it in your little book over there?” he drawls, his voice thick. “Did you touch yourself lookin’ at it, sweetheart?”
Your voice shakes and you can barely get a word out. You swallow, shaking your head.
“Don’t lie,” he hums. The drag of his lips down your neck turns your insides into mush. “Can I see?”
“See what?”
A moment of silence follows. You take this time to unbutton his jeans and slip a hand underneath the dense fabric. You cup his length, and it hardens in your palm, growing in size. Your breath hitches as his hips move forward, chasing the grip of your fingers. Taking a deep inhale, you breathe him in, filling yourself with his scent.
“I wanna watch,” his voice cracks. “See how you touched yourself while thinkin’ of me.”
Your breath hitches, “And what will you be doing?”
You stroke him slowly, the pad of your thumb moving over the slit before moving down again. You shiver at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.
“I’ll be watchin’, sweetheart. Engraving your spread-out cunt into memory.”
“Jesus, Joel,” you breathe heavily, your pulse loudly thrumming in your veins. Joel is absolutely filthy—something you never thought you’d be thinking. He tugs you towards the bed. With every step, another garment falls to the floor. You’re shivering all over, body cold yet warm at the same time. The expectation crackling in the air pricks at your skin.
What is this? It never felt like this before. A need so desperate. A want so large. In this moment you’re convinced that you and Joel were always meant to be as pretentious that might sound. You have no idea how else to explain it. Every time you’re with him, even in the most peaceful moments, you feel an impending. . . something. You’re not sure what it is yet but you know it’s a wicked, dark feeling. A dystopian surrealism. The works of Zdzisław Beksiński; death, destruction, shattered worlds. . . yet still beautiful. You love those paintings. Just like Joel, it leaves you uneasy and mystified.
The air is knocked from your lungs as your back hits the bedrest, your naked legs falling open like a butterflys’ wings. You wait for a touch that never comes. Joel drags the chair and takes a seat. He pulls out his hefty length, fingers loosely curling around it. You hold your breath.
“Don’t keep me waitin’ now,” he rasps as he touches himself lazily. “Show me.”
Your eyes never leave him, and you slowly circle your clit with two fingers. An immediate sense of relaxation and soft pleasure blossom over different patches of skin. You pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves and continue moving your fingers around. You arch your hips, wetness growing with every stroke. Your insides clench. Joel’s heavy breathing fills the room, your own breathing coming out in short pants.
“Spread yourself darlin’,” his voice lowers, making your stomach turn. With two fingers you show him, spreading yourself s while you circle the middle one around your clit. A soft whimper of his name echoes from the back of your throat. It’s different like this. Knowing that he’s right there, staring, observing your every move. It lits a fire between your legs. A feeling so raw and open.
Your ache swells inside of you like wildfire. You keen at the slick sounds of Joel’s fist accompanying your own lewd sounds. The rest of the world falls silent, your mind a complete blank, your sole focus on the man that makes you feel soft and tender.
A build-up to an orgasm can be a strange thing. Sometimes you don’t think of anything or anyone, just focused on your fingers and the fire between your legs. Other times your imagination becomes so vivid that you swear there’s a cock splitting you open. Your stomach clenches, muscles rippling under the faux feeling of someone being there with you. And, technically, there is someone with you but not in the typical sense. Your back lifts from the mattress, your feet sliding down the soft sheets as your fingers move frantically. You can feel it hardening, throbbing under your ministrations.
“That’s it,” Joel groans, the bed dips, you’re too far gone to notice he stopped jerking off and is inching closer for a better look. “Come for me, darlin’. Let’s see how you make a mess.”
Your ears ring
Your lips part so wide that the corners are aflame
Your throat constricts a silent plea
Your fingers twitch, insides pulsing as you gush and make a mess—just like he wanted.
You love doing what he asks of you.
You feel it trickling down the inside of your thighs, the curve of your ass. It’s too much. Whimpers rattling your chest, your throat sore. Joel mutters praise, telling you how good you are, how perfect. Another soft lingering orgasm warms you from the inside out, more drops of pure ecstasy spilling over.
He trails his hand up the inside your thigh, slick gathering at the tips of his fingers. A soft gasp leaves your lips as you clench around nothing, “Next time I’m bringin’ the camera over.” you give him a look and he chuckles. “It’s only fair, don’t ya think?”
“I don’t think that picture will be sexy as you think,” you answer, smiling.
He frowns, his look almost glaring as he stares into your eyes, “Bulshit. You’re gorgeous. It’ll be like havin’. . . the . . . Mona Lisa in my pocket,” he says, slightly unsure.
"I do appreciate you using art references whenever you talk to me; it's like a gimmick," you grin and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him closer. "Hey, if you want a picture, you can have one. Just promise not to leave it lying around like you did with your own. I don't need any more embarrassing moments in my life."
“We all have embarrassing moments.”
“That doesn’t sound like a promise,” you answer with a playful lilt. He rolls his eyes, a hand sneaking down between your bodies, he aligns himself with your sopping sex, cock filling you slowly, inch by inch. Your eyelids flutter, a moan ripping from you.
Fully inside you, he murmurs into your mouth, “I’ll guard it with my life. Promise.”
His words fall on deaf ears. Your vision blurs at the stretch of his cock, drawing his hips back, only the bulbous head remains. He watches you. Watches your fluttering cunt adjust to the size, then, just as you’re about to say something, he slams into you. Electricity crackles over your skin, a sensation that makes you feel numb. Joel buries his head into your neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin as he sets a brutal pace. His strokes are slow and hard. Every ridge felt as he massages the insides of your cunt. It’s exhilarating. Breathtaking. So much so that you think you’re crying a little, soft salty tears gathering in your eyes.
“You wanna know something?” he groans, fucking deeper into you. “I thought of you while takin’ the picture. Thought about this perfect cunt.”
He holds your thighs with a heavy hold, pushing both legs up until your knees are grazing your forehead. You don’t think being a pretzel ever felt so good. Joel jackhammers into you, the wet glide of his cock leaves you breathless. Between narrowed eyes you watch him; his brows furrowed with concentration, lips slightly ajar, pink tongue poking out. He’s flushed. The soft tint of red looks good on him. You desperately want to bury your lips into his neck and lick the vein that meanders down, you want to sink your teeth into it.
In a quick glimpse, his eyes briefly catch yours. The muscle in his jaw moves and he licks his lips, the color in his irises gone, eaten away by lust. You notice him pursing his lips and your eyes go wide, a thin line of saliva drips from his mouth, adding to the mess between your thighs. Your breath falters, you squeez him tight. His hips stutter but he’s not phased by the sudden tightness.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, voice hoarse. “I wanna feel you comin’ around my cock.”
You moan at how soaked you are, your fingers playing with the mixture of spit and slick. It doesn’t take you long. A couple swipes of your fingers and you’re seeing stars. Your orgasm sears you from the inside out, your entire body tensing at the force of his thrusts. With a knee-jerk reaction, you grip the back of your thigh, nails biting into your skin. He pushes your hand away, thumb soothingly going over the crescent-shaped marks.
His unwavering gaze aggravates you. A sudden shame rolling in your stomach, he bats the thoughts away by allowing your legs to fall and frame his broad waist. Suddenly his lips are on your own, sucking your tongue into his mouth, swallowing the moans. He tastes your hesitations, your fears, your unsaid love for him—all of it, from a single, hungry, messy kiss.
Joel’s hips slow down into a delicious grind, the coarse hairs that crown his cock doused, you feel the brush of his pelvis on the pearl that beats. Your insides flutter one last time before he’s pulling out, spilling over the soft flesh of your stomach.
“Fuck,” he moans into your open mouth. You shudder at the trickle of seed on your skin. “That was amazin’ sweetheart. You always feel so fuckin’ good. ‘Can’t wrap my head around it.”
You giggle, “I hope you know the feeling is mutual, neighbor,” you feel the wet drag of his lips down your cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before.”
“You’re just sayin’ that,” he tuts, breath fanning your neck.
“Do I need to remind you how we ended up in this bed?” you tease. “You, finding a picture of yourself that I masturbated to? If that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what will.”
He thinks about it for a second then shrugs, “Fair.”
“By the way thank you for. . . everything. I had a great time Joel,” you thread your fingers through his mussed hair and he lays his head on your chest. His hand gently cups the underside of your breast, a possessive gesture. You feel the scrape of his beard as he speaks.
“I didn’t do nothin’ special. You deserve more.”
Your heart clenches the ache of his self-deprecation a reflection of his inability to perceive his own worth. “Stop selling yourself short—”
He cuts you off, “You deserve to have a relationship you don’t need to hide. It’s not fair.”
Your heart splinters, torn between the desire to protect what you have and the yearning to be truthful to those that you love. When your silence grows, Joel look up to you, his eyes wide like full moons. And just as somber. Your lips crack in a smile.
“It’s okay,” you whisper. “We’ll tell him eventually. When we’re ready, right?”
He swallows, throat moving. “Yeah,” he answers, gaze breaking away from yours. “We will. When we’re ready.”
Neither of you are brave enough to ask when that might be.
The sun beats down on Tommy’s skin and with the back of his hand, he wipes away the sweat on his forehead. Next to the grill is always the hottest. It’s a beautiful day out, birds chirping, sun shining and whenever a cloud passes by, adding a bit of color to the boring blue sky, Tommy sighs in relief, enjoying the fleeting coolness of the passing shadow.
Joel is at the grill, and from the corner of his eye, Tommy sees him turning the ribs and chicken wings. A loud sizzle fills the air, and with a hiss, Joel backs away, cursing as a searing drop of fat lands on his tanned skin. In typical younger sibling fashion, Tommy laughs, earning an equally heated glare from his older brother. Neither of them says a word. Joel returns his gaze to the meats, while Tommy shifts his eyes back to the large bowl he's holding. It contains a mixture of a generous amount of barbecue sauce, olive oil, Worcestershire sauce, minced garlic, smoked paprika, cayenne pepper, salt, and black pepper. He gives them another vigorous stir before adding the stemless button mushrooms. He tosses them all together until each one is evenly coated.
A bead of sweat rolls down his face, “Joel, I know you have this sense of always wantin’ to be right but I doubt our recipe is gonna be the one to change her mind about mushrooms.”
“It will,” he grunts, shirt dipping and sticking between his shoulder blades. “If she doesn’t, more for us.”
“Well, I guess that’s one way to look at it.”
Joel doesn’t answer and Tommy doesn’t bother to force a conversation. The silence he shares with his brother has always been a comfortable one, but lately, that hasn’t quite been the case. There’s this wall that he can’t seem to breach no matter what he does or says. And ever since Joel broke up with Asha, it only got worse. He can’t shake the sense that whatever his older brother had in mind, it must be about you. It has to be.
Tommy’s feelings for you haven’t exactly disappeared. As much as he wished he had a button to turn it all off, he can’t, but he was telling the truth when he said he didn’t mind staying friends. What he feels for you is more than that. He enjoys your company, your jokes, your thoughts. He can’t imagine living out the rest of his life without it.
However, he's not stupid, contrary to what many people might believe.
Tommy has noticed the stares, the weird tension in his brother’s shoulders whenever you’re around. Hell, if Joel has feelings for you he should just own up to it, talk about it. All Tommy wants is for Joel to come and talk to him. However, when it comes to romance, Joel rarely does. Even after the breakup with Asha, Joel barely said a word. Tommy later on learned the details from Asha and it fucking stung.
Ever since they were little, Joel had this tendency to shoulder everything, it didn’t matter if the issue was big or small, he would carry it, and he would do so in silence. Tommy hated that. He wanted to talk about things, wanted to tell Joel about his nightmares, the blank notebook that Tommy can’t bring himself to write into—he desperately wants things to change. He wants Joel to stop playing the martyr. Tommy’s not a kid anymore, they can carry the weight together.
“Gosh that smells delicious!”
Tommy jerks at the sound of your voice. Startled, he looks up and sees you making your way through Joel’s yard, carrying a Tupperware full of coleslaw and a pitcher of homemade iced tea. You place both items on the wooden table and walk toward the brothers. Just as you pass by Joel, your hand brushes his shoulder. Again, Tommy sees him visibly tense with the contact.
You turn to Tommy, arms spread wide, a joyous grin stretched across your face. Tommy mimics the expression, pulling up a different kind of mask. He pulls you into a tight embrace and presses his lips ointo your forehead.
"Oh, are those the mushrooms?" you ask, still held within Tommy's arms, your gaze lowered to the small table Joel brought out for food prep. "I'm both terrified and excited."
“I hope you’ll like’em,” Tommy answers. “Joel is convinced that you will.”
You laugh and mouth at Tommy, "Do you think he'll explode if he turns out to be wrong?" Tommy can barely hide the snicker that escapes his lips.
“I heard that,” Joel grunts without looking.
You expertly move the conversation along, “Where’s Sarah?”
"She should be here soon," he responds. "She mentioned wanting to buy some lemon bars for the barbecue."
“Where is she buying them from? Olivia is going to come over too so she can pick Sarah up.”
After discussing locations and making a quick phone call, Olivia happily agrees to pick up Sarah because, according to you, she's not that far away anyway. You help Tommy skewer the barbecue mushrooms, and conversation flows seamlessly. Even Joel gradually loosens up, relaxing as he starts to place the prepared skewers. You appear surprisingly cheerful, and Tommy doesn't mean to imply that you were ever a downer—rather, he hasn't seen you this relaxed in a long time. It seems the grief that had molded you months ago, forcing you to behave a certain way, had loosened around you. Now you see what he’s seen all along; that you deserved to make jokes and have fun and be happy.
He likes to think he had a part to play in that with the renovation of the room.
In the midst of finishing up the mushrooms, a car stops, and a moment later, Olivia and Sarah hop out.
Sarah wastes no time wrapping her nimble arms around Tommy's neck, giving him a tight hug. Tommy returns the gesture in kind, lifting her off the ground a little. "Hey, sugarcube! How was school?"
"Boring," she answers, letting go. "How was work?"
Tommy scrunches up his nose, prompting a bubble of laughter from her. "Boring," he parrots.
While Sarah heads inside to change, Olivia places the lemon bars on the table and comes to greet you. The sizzle of the grill fills the air as Sarah's voice cuts through the lively atmosphere, calling out to Joel from the window of the house. "Dad, I can't find my purple shirt!" she exclaims. “You said you’d have it washed today!”
Joel turns his attention away from the grill, a concerned furrow forming on his brow. "I'll be right there, sweetheart," he assures her. He looks over at Olivia. "Liv, can you man the grill for a moment?"
Olivia nods, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Consider it done. You go find that shirt."
With a grateful nod, Joel moves swiftly toward the house, leaving Olivia to handle the grilling duties. He passes by Tommy and you, giving a brief smile and a nod of acknowledgment before disappearing inside.
Tommy's gaze follows Olivia as she confidently takes charge of the grill, her tongs expertly flipping the remaining skewers and wings. There's a sense of ease in her movements, a natural grace that Tommy finds captivating. Her focused expression softens with a slight smile.
Meanwhile, Tommy takes a moment to observe you as you retrieve a couple of cold beers from the cooler. The sunlight catches in your hair, casting a warm glow around you.
You approach him with the beers in hand, Tommy can't help but be captivated by your infectious smile. It's a smile that reaches your eyes, radiating happiness and a genuine warmth that draws him in. He takes one of the beers from you, his fingers grazing against yours for a brief moment, sending a jolt of electricity through his veins.
"Cheers," you say, raising your bottle in a toast. Tommy mirrors your action, their bottles clinking together, the sound ringing in the air.
"Cheers," he replies, his voice laced with genuine affection. The clinking of the bottles marks a moment of connection, a shared bond that goes beyond mere friendship.
“Isn’t it interesting?” Olivia suddenly says, snapping your attention from Tommy to her. He frowns.
“What is?” you ask.
“That I’m here. . . doing all the work without a beer in my hand.”
You roll your eyes, walking back to the cooler, “You could’ve just asked you know?” you tease, handing her a cold bottle. She shrugs with a wink.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Tommy smells smoke. The crackling of flames too loud. Their banter fades into the background. His body grows tense by instinct, feeling the threat of danger that isn’t there. He becomes uncharacteristically still, listening, but not hearing anything.
“Ah shit, I burnt it,” Olivia hisses, fanning the smoke with a moisturized hand. “Well, at least I only burned three of them. You guys think Joel will kill me?”
He hears bits of the conversation, your laughter following Olivia’s words. The smoke in the air is thicker now, grayer. Sweat sticks to his skin and Tommy swears he feels the familiar feeling of hot dirt on his skin. Unaware, he starts rubbing his arms, trying to get rid of the sticky feeling.
Tommy smells gunpowder.
He hears bullets whizzing through the air.
Just as the grill suddenly flares up, a searing pain jolts through Tommy's body. In his disoriented state, he misconstrues your touch on his back as a threat. Reacting instinctively, he moves away, his mind clouded. His hand inadvertently catches your wrist, twisting the limb. You let out a shout.
A surge of guilt pierces Tommy's heart as he realizes that it’s you. His eyes widen with a mixture of fear and remorse, and he releases his grip on your wrist, his hands trembling. "Fuck, sorry—" he stammers, choked up. "I. . . I thought. . ."
Before he can finish his sentence, he sees Joel above your shoulder, his face etched with concern, closely followed by Sarah.
"What happened?" Joel demands.
You step in before Tommy can explain, his chest heaves, “Nothing, I just startled him.”
Joel doesn’t seem to buy it, his gaze fixed on his baby brother, he raises an eyebrow. “Tommy?” he asks again, his voice leveled.
Tommy's gaze shifts from you to Joel and Sarah. He struggles to find the right words, his mind still tangled in a web. He doesn’t say a word, just shakes his head. Joel’s gaze softens, hands coming up to cup Tommy’s cheeks. He lifts his brother’s gaze to face his own.
"It's okay, Tommy. We're here. We're safe, you’re home," when Tommy attempts to back away, Joel holds him tighter. "Let's just take a moment to breathe."
Tommy’s mind blanks for a second when Joel visibly takes a deep, slow breath. Joel looks at him with a sign of expectation and the younger Miller mimics the way he breathes. Deep and slow. One, two, three. Once more, and that’s it. He’s breathing again. The sky is blue again.
“Shiiiit,” he exhales on the last breath. Joel drops his hands and takes a step back, you’re standing right next to him, brows drawn together. Suddenly the guilt is back. “I’m sorry,” he says the apology muffled by clenched teeth. “Are you. . . okay?”
“I’m fine,” you say hovering back and forth, wanting to come closer but also not wanting to overwhelm him. “Do you need anything?”
“I should be asking you that,” he takes a step closer, taking your wrist between his fingers. He gently smooths his thumb over where he bent—god, he’s a fucking mess. “We should put some ice on that.”
“I got it!” Olivia jumps out, placing the end of the cold bottle on your wrist. You stifle a snort. She narrows her eyes at you. “That’s a weird way to say thank you.”
You roll your eyes, “Thanks, Liv.”
Tommy pulls away and takes a seat. Content in having calmed his brother, Joel returns to the grill and gives Olivia a look that screams, "What the hell have you done?!"
He smiles, feeling his racing heart finally begin to calm down.
“Are you sure you’re alright uncle Tommy?”
His eyes meet Sarah’s, two concerned and observant juvenile eyes staring into his own. He’s not sure what to say—no, he knows what to say, he just doesn’t know how to say it in a way that she’ll believe him.
Without waiting for a response, Sarah sits next to him and reaches for two glasses and the pitcher. She pours iced tea into both. “Here,” she says, prompting him to replace the beer with the glass. Tommy obliges.
“You don’t need to worry about me,” he murmurs. “That ain’t your responsibility.”
“It’s not. . . but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t worry. And I know you can’t talk to me about it, I’m not dad, but you know I love you, right?”
“‘Course I do,” Tommy answers quickly, ignoring the way the sun stings his eyes, he forces them to stay open. “Your dad takes good care of me. And I know you care, I appreciate the reminder though,” he lets out a sigh, drags a heavy palm down his face, and swallows. “I’m gonna get better.” I have to get better.
Sarah doesn’t say another word. She slowly drops her head to his shoulder, looks over to her father who’s in the middle of placing three mushroom skewers on your plate. Tommy smiles.
“They’re idiots,” she murmurs, he doesn’t miss the affectionate cadence in her tone.
“Yeah,” Tommy answers. “But they’re our idiots.”
The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. However, your love for mushrooms still remained nonexistent, much to Joel's surprise. He was shocked to see that his and Tommy's barbecue mushrooms hadn't managed to convert you into an avid mushroom lover. In an attempt to mask the lingering taste, you nearly downed the entire pitcher of iced tea—making sure Joel wasn't looking, of course. He was still quite salty about not liking them. He even went far as to pout about it, which you found adorable if you’re being completely honest. You're not sure his ego could handle the thought of you desperately wanting to scrub your tongue with a sponge.
Olivia was the first one to leave as the scorching sun was replaced by shiny stars, and you helped with cleaning up. You noticed that Tommy was avoiding your gaze like the plague, and Joel remained silent about what had happened. Your wrist, although not physically hurting, still ached. You had promised him that you would be there for him, but you felt like you had failed miserably. You had no knowledge of what was going on in his head, and if today was any indication, there was a lot happening.
When he’s about to bid his farewells, you touch his forearm. It’s such a small gesture but he flinches anyway and you quickly withdraw your hand. You chew the inside of your cheek.
“Do you want to come over?” you ask, swallowing. “I have some leftover wine.”
It doesn’t take him long to answer but the seconds that pass feel like an eternity. He nods and gestures to the door.
“I’ll be waitin’ outside, go get your things.”
“Y-Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in a sec.”
He closes the door softly behind him. A click that is barely audible. You hear footsteps and turn to see Joel exiting the kitchen. “Everythin’ good?” he asks.
“I think so, I invited Tommy over. I think it’ll be good to talk.”
You see it in his eyes, the need to hold you, to cradle your cheeks and brush your lips together. The internal fight is visible from his expression. You figure which side wins when he remains still, staring, eyes flitting between you and the windows near the door. Tommy’s smoking a cigarette with his back turned.
“I think so too,” he says, dropping his gaze to the floor. “He’s been more closed off lately and my usual grumpy self probably ain’t helpin’.”
“I applaud you for admitting that you are, in fact, grumpy.”
He tries to hide it but can’t, a small smile peeking from under his mustache. “Shut up.”
“I really wanna say make me,” you grin and pick up your bag. “But I don’t think we have time for that.”
“I’ll remember, don’t worry.”
You ignore the way your legs press together at the sudden drop in his tone. The chill of the doorknob sends shivers down your spine. You’re afraid of being alone with Tommy. You’re scared that you’re going to blurt everything, all of it. You miss being able to talk to him—Tommy definitely wasn’t a stranger to the rants about the many failed romances in your life. With a sigh, you crack the door open. You hear a shift behind you. . . then a gentle hand on your waist.
A kiss on the back of your neck.
“Call me if you need anythin’.”
“I will.”
You finally step into the warm night. Tommy turns to you, exhaling smoke from his nostrils. The knot in your throat makes it hard to breathe, the younger Miller looks over your shoulder.
“See ya later old timer,” he calls out to Joel. You don’t hear him answer but you’re sure he’s rolling his eyes, the click of the door follows. Cigarette loose between his lips, Tommy offers you his arm and you take it.
The walk to your home is a silent one.
Your house is ominous in the dark, quickly, you flick the lights open. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“I always do,” he murmurs and takes off his shoes. “Would it be alright if we skip the wine? I’m not really feelin’ up for it.”
“Of course,” you answer. “Do you want anything else?”
“Nah. Let’s just talk.”
The request takes you by surprise. You blink dumbly at the back of his head, and when the silence fills the space between you, he turns. He stares at you for a moment, gauging what your reaction means. His brows come together, a humorful smile tugging at one corner of his lips.
“Why do you look so shocked? That’s why you invited me over right? To talk.”
“I. . . Yeah, exactly.”
He heads to the living room and you follow his trail like a lost duckling. “Before you say anythin’,” he says, lifting a hand as you take a seat next to him. “Let me apologize. I didn’t mean. . . I would never hurt you. Today was an accident, I got lost.”
Lost. . . that was exactly what it was, wasn’t it?
“It’s okay, it was my mistake really. I shouldn’t have touched you when you were so out of it. Can I. . . Can I ask what you were thinking about?”
His shoulders raise, his breathing becomes shallow, “I think it was because of the smoke. I was right there, at the battlefield, again. Fuck. I didn’t know.”
You wait for him to continue.
“There ain’t much out there you know? Just you and a couple of brothers you made along the way. When you see them fall, it’s hard to erase the memory of it.”
“No one is expecting you to erase it,” you whisper, your hand hovers above his knee and when he nods, you place itover the curve. “As hard as it is, that’s a part of you. No one blames you for today. No one is mad at you. We just want you to be okay—I want you to be okay.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m workin’ on it. I just hate talkin’ about it so much. I tried. . .I tried to be the hero you know? I tried so hard to make a difference. It didn’t mean nothin’ and when you realize the person you’re gunnin’ down is just as lost as you are, you realize there are no heroes in the battlefield.” a sudden chuckle bursts from his lips, compeltly void, he covers his face with a palm. “But I’m still so stupid. I still want to believe some difference can be made. I want to be good so fuckin’ bad and I don’t know why. I should be happy just doin’ my own thing like Joel but I’m not.”
His words sink into your skin, blend with the blood in your veins, and suffocate your lungs. You want to cry. He sounds so broken, so hopeless. The need to hold him makes your knees tremble. You imagine an eighteen-year-old Tommy, signing up with the army with a hopeful gaze. You’ve heard the stories, remember Joel telling you the arguments that followed after that. Tommy hadn’t backed down, adamant about proving his brother wrong. The stubborn nature of it reminds you of your own brother, the endless arguments that would go on and on and on with your grandfather.
The army takes their hopes and dreams and spits them out broken and strange.
“You’re not stupid, Tommy,” you mutter, barely audible. “We all want to be good. There’s no shame in that. I’m. . .similar, I always want to do the right thing. I want to be good too. Don’t compare yourself to Joel he. . . he got lucky with Sarah. As long as she’s happy and safe he doesn’t care about right and wrong. We on the other hand, we’re still trying to find ourselves. It’s not as easy for us to make that distinction. We think endlessly about the ones who get caught in the crossfire.”
God, but you aren’t doing the right thing. It’s easy to forget that with Joel’s lips on your skin—sure, maybe you’re not straight-up lying to him, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re being dishonest.
He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes. So round and wide. “People like you can’t try to be good,” he answers, confusing you. He waits, allowing the silence to follow as he thinks of his words. “You’re already good. You don’t need to try to be.”
The confession bubbles up from your chest to your throat. You taste it. Sweet like sugar and deadly like poison. You have to tell him. You need to tell him.
You lick your lips, your mouth dry like sandpaper. He’s staring directly into your soul, he sees something hopeful. Something good. You want to shake him, tell him that he’s the good one. He doesn’t blink. Not once. You open your mouth. You’re going to do it, you’re going to tell him and whatever happens next, however he reacts, it’s what you deserve.
Normally, Tommy’s eyes are a shade lighter compared to his older brother’s. While Joel’s eyes walk the line of being downright black, Tommy’s always reminds you of your favorite brand of chocolate.
But right now it’s dark as night. Just like Joel’s.
“Hey,” he finally blinks, smiling. The confession that had bubbled to the surface slowly simmers down. “We should get some sleep.”
“But—”
“I appreciate you talkin’ to me sweetheart. I. . . feel better, in a weird way,” he comes closer, kisses your cheek. His lips are damp. “I’ll be sure to talk to you more in the future, a’right? Promise.”
“Okay,” you mumble. You both get up from the couch and saunter upstairs, the air that surrounds you lighter. He takes the guest bedroom, the room where August slept the week before.
Tommy stills at the door, “Well, goodnight.”
You can’t leave it at this, you just can’t.
“Tommy, I need to tell you something.” your words are sharp and clear. His hand tightens around the doorknob, what does he think you’re about to say?
“Yeah?”
You can’t do it. Coward.
“Do you need. . . another pillow?”
“Um,” he opens the door, takes a look. “No, I’m good. Is that all you were gonna say?”
“It is.”
It isn’t.
I'm sorry that this took me insanely long for some reason???? Honestly, I blame the fact that I'm not used to writing family dynamics, it's hard. 😭😭😭 but nonetheless I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, let me know what you guys thought 💜
I did make a post about it but I'll be taking a small break from SIB, I will return to it and will be working on it in the background but I really need to let my mind loose. The next two chapters are already outlined so y'all won't be waiting for that long! This isn't one of those series where the rest of the plot is lost in time and space and I'm too chicken to work on it lmaodfvd
Thank you so much for all the support!!
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how do u draw teefers like that
okay sticking the rest of my explanation under the cut because it's long but woooo mini-tutorial for cartoony teeth by someone who doesn't know how to explain things hope you're ready
things that i was too lazy add in but i think are still important:
NEVER be afraid to use references... if you can't figure out what you want, and googling stuff doesn't help, you can even go make faces at yourself in a mirror for a minute.
if you're not drawing in a realistic style, know when to add detail and know when to skip it. you don't usually need to outline each individual tooth unless the focus is on the mouth itself or you're going for a creepy effect... see the uncanny comment in the first slide
okay that's it uhhhh remember i'm not a professional? i just draw silly guys for fun don't take this as law or anything!!! have fun with it!!
#this was very much an excuse to put my thoughts together before i try to draw pomni going apeshit#i'm used to drawing animal teeth so drawing sharp teeth in a flat face is throwing me off... like where they go if no muzzle#anyway i think i've mostly got it now? still gotta figure out how her jaw works but hopefully you can benefit from what i've got so far#my tutorials#my art#ask response#chompni
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MORE CHAOS (part 7 I think?)
Once again thank you for the support on these ♥️
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Y/n: Is stabbing someone bad?
Paul: Not if they consent to it
Marko: Depends on who your stabbing
David and Dwayne: YES?!
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(Special guest star Michael!)
Y/n: hey Michael, what do you think is the height of most dumbasses?
Michael: *Looks at David* How tall are you again?
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Marko: Y/n do you know what’s in this bottle?
Y/n: my guess is whiskey, blood or perfume
Paul: *chugs bottle* It’s perfume
Marko and Y/n: PAUL WHAT THE FUCK?!
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Michael: Y/n is something burning?
Y/n: just my burning love for you boys!
Dwayne: Y/N THE STOVE IS ON FIRE
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Y/n: *clutching a pill bottle* it’s just me and my ibuprofen against the world
Marko: okay you need to sleep
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*the boys helping clean Y/n’s house*
David : alright pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away
Paul to Y/n: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in?
Y/n: the blue one
Dwayne: PAUL AND Y/N WTF
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Marko : Y/n has no idea I’m high
Y/n: You’re high?
Marko : Oh, I’m sorry
Marko leaning over to Paul: Y/n has no idea I’m high :)
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Dwayne massaging his temples: Y/n go to sleep, you’re drunk
Y/n: I’m not drunk! I’m high
Dwayne: you’re high?
Y/n: Hi :)
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Dwayne: Do you guys ever have a moment where you don’t insult each other?
David : No
Y/n: No
Dwayne: Didn’t think so
David: of course you did
Y/n: shut up David
David: you first, weirdo
Y/n: okay wine mom Barbara
David: YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
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*Something crashes*
Y/n: SHIT-
Paul and Dwayne: *running into the room panicking * WHAT FELL?! ARE YOU HURT?!
David: *walking by the room* what died?
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Y/n: I found a safety pin
*cuts off end*
Y/n: NOW ITS A DANGER PIN!
David: Y/N NO! PUT THAT DOWN!
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Dwayne: Y/n how much sleep did you get last night?
Y/n (running on half an hour of sleep): Yes.
Dwayne: Ok. You need to sleep weirdo child
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Paul: “Hey Y/n did you wanna go to the-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!”
Y/n: *holding hair clippers* •^•
Paul: YOUR HAIR Y/N *sobs in 80’s perm*
Max: slay
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David: sometimes my children are idiots but they mean well
Paul: WE’RE GONNA GO DOWN THE STAIRS IN A SHOPPING CART WOOOO
David: *opens flask and chugs it*
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Omg I’m alive! Sorry for not posting in a while, life has been chaotic as heck lately but here’s some more chaos with the Lost Boys lol
#the lost boys#i love them#david the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#marko the lost boys#the lost boys x reader
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Tiyoin the voices got to me again. I was scrolling tho tik tok and came across a video ,and it reminded me that you mentioned reader doing a sport before attending twst in the singing au. Wanna give a guess what sport I saw??
It was ✨figure skating✨. Just imagine it for a sec. Do I know anything about skating?? No. But the idea of anxiety reader being one is beautiful. Especially since skating isnt a confrontation sports like soccer and, reader doesn't have to be in contact with someone while performing their act.
I see reader starting the sport when they were young. They may have seen it as a way to put themselves out there while doing something they enjoy and find relaxing. They didn't compete in big contests with thousands of people watching (girlie would not make it). They would only get to county or district level of the contest B4 the nerves got to them. Most likely self sabotages at the end so they wouldn't have to seen and judged by so many. Reader does has a few gold medals tho. Yuu has been their personal cheerleader for a few years now. Going to as many contests as he can to just support reader and know they're not alone.
✨Now✨
What if there is a different competition (w/o a overblot hopefully) which a sport is picked randomly. Whether you want it to be a school vs school, dorm vs dorm or maybe grade vs grade you can decide. I think it could work with any of them. Like they pick a few people to represent their side and to complete. The ones that physically compete get prizes (💰) and the others get bragging rights and a 🍕 pizza party or smth like that idk.
Anyways, Yuu is like *puppy eyes* pls reader 👉👈we poor. And reader knows Yuu is only asking cuz they they really need the money and he would never make them do smth that would harm them. Yuus real motive is maybe this will help reader make friends or less be less anxious around their classmates. And he knows Reader is gonna win cuz none of the others skate.
The only ones in NRC that I can see being able to skate to a degree is Rook, Jade or Ortho maybe Epel too. He probably hated it till his grandma said only strong people could skate cuz it's hard. I think his home town is gets snow right? Can't recall rn.
Depending on which VS is picked the outfit and preforment is gonna be a easy choice or the hardest thing in the whole contest. Maybe a duet gets thrown in there. ➖👄👁️
Overall reader is ✨stressed✨ rightfully so. The creeps are recording, admirers admirering, rivals showing up left and right. Reader gonna need a nap after everything that's happened.
Another 3-5 am ask woooo. Sorry if there is any spelling errors. Why do the best ideas always come when I'm tired 😩. I can send u a tik tok I saw that inspired me if u want. Also I don't mean to mention Rook in every ask he just shows up w/o asking. Like my fav is Malleus and I haven't send a single idea with him.
Maybe it's cuz Rooks a Sagittarius and I'm a Gemini. They are sister signs. That's probably why he lives in my head rent free. I hope a good night.
MEL- I NEED TO KISS YOU BRAIN RIGHT NOW!!
especially with the death of YOI: adolescence... a sad day for anime lovers' everywhere (im on desktop so i can't do any emojis </3)
I actually had a really big skating phase. still do and would love to have prof. lessons. i wanted to do it so. badly. my parents said 'no' and that it was too late for me, so i mourn that. believe it or not, i was in soccer and almost did it in college.
but the ice feeling so freeing whenever reader steps onto it. they're not worried about sweating because of ice, and they can move how the want when they want.
reader would 100 PERCENT self sabotage themselves. filling their head with nonsense and because of all those thoughts (especially) 'dont miss this spin, dont miss this spin' only to miss it because they were focusing on whether they would 'miss the spin or not')
but in their home world, reader is phenomenal!! they're amazing! they got scouted by amazing coaches who wanted to tap into their raw potential, who were impressed by reader's hard work and drive... but reader always finds a away to miss things up for themselves.
OH MY GOD AHHH SPORTING COMPETETIONS WERE ALWAYS MY FAVORITE ARCS IN SHOWS
ITS LIKE THEIR OWN MINI OLYMPICS HAHAHA (reader: wdym you guys dont have olympics?)
ofc there's a pre sign up and auditions. reader is thinking and mulling it over. because trying out for the boys team is very different than the girl's team, is co-ed even allowed?? this is an all boys school after all!
(yuu brings crowley to their audition to convince him to give them student-ship so they can compete and WRECK those snot-nosed princes.)
maybe there's a partner skate? and you know that the admirers of reader that can skate and sign. the. fuck. up.
I WANT SKATER JADE!! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!! but home boy would probably not be able to skate at the level of reader just because he's og a fish and if he started skating when he turned human then he'd only have a year of experience </3
but lets just say there's a sports thing they have... not club but dedicated for this event... then i can see jade being somewhat on reader's level. but there's still a difference unfortunately
ROOK HUNT SKATED OUT OF THE WOMB!! ortho could professionally skate sine... 5 minutes ago? like c'mon guys get on his level.
though i can see rook rather being an observer. he also called it 'ice dancing' because that's what it is to him. but if rook trying out for this instead of his usual sweep of archery, all to stop some... he doesn't have a word for the level of disgust he'd have if he saw you dancing with a slimy no name.
plus he will be able to experience your growth! not just as a skater but as a person! he can also get closer to you!
vil. vil can! ice dance. he needed to learn it for a film and he's always liked the feeling of being on the ice. which makes pomefiore the contenders for being on the team / being reader's partner during partner categories.
epel would want ot learn hockey but was forced into ice skating by his grandma HAHAH she'd say that he can learn to play hockey after he's mastered the ice or something. it's something he's NOT proud of- but (if this is the point where him and reader are on good terms) then he'll happily play up him being a skating pro.
i can also see vil forcing epel into skating for the school. like wdym ice skating is for girls? get your ass on the ice NOW
SILVER AND LILIA WOULD ALSO BE ICE SKATERS AHHH. but it's a bit dangerous for silver to be on the ice but if it means helping support his friend then he's gung ho about it! just... please keep an eye on him in case he starts falling (he's usually good about that. making it to the sides before he was able to face plant on the ice. but lilia is always present in case of such emergencies (and if the designated watchers arent able to get to him in time))
lilia has dabbled in a bit of everything. so if you see him whip out a quad (with only a little bit of stumbling, as he complains about his bones again) he'll act like it's not hard (it's not- for him)
BUT IF MALLEUS WANTS TO GET INTO THAT ICE SKATING ACTION THEN HE'LL SPEND HOURS AT IT. the prince bale to do things a bit differently than everyone since he's.. ya knw, thee malleus draconia.
crowley ; you can barly even skate! why are you at the try outs!
malleus :... give me a week (and the mofo MEANS IT)
and dw i get random spouts of 'rook hunter-itis too. I DONT MIND YOU BRINGING HIM UP CAUSE I LOVE HIM- AND MALLEUS AHHHH)
#tiyoin 🔎#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twisted anxiety 🌀#mel <3
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