#like i know we do fucked stuff but that's fucked my guy

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞

Pairing: Chan x Lee Know little sister!fem!reader (non-idol au) Genre: Fluff + Smut angst kinda >.>(im bad at writing it forgive me...) Word Count: 8.6k (HOLY SHIT THATS THE LONGEST ONE YET) Warnings: mutual pining, mentions of cheating, protective Minho, underage drinking if you pay close attention, fighting >.> <.< DONT DO IT, unprotected sex pullout method >.>, cringe ending as usual. i think thats everything?

A/N: I genuinely started tweaking writing this uh requests are open until like august. this request is old... so... im sorry i only just got to it ;-; I'm also so sorry if the story is >.>... cringe T_T my brain has been like fried eggs lately.

The first time Chan agreed to go to Minho's house, he was in his sophomore year of high school, when Minho had mentioned he had a sister, Chan hadn't thought much of it.

Until Chan saw you; the pretty, sweet (to him at least), smart 8th grader that was Minho's little sister.

You had poked your head into Minho's room, "Bro have you seen my hair rollers?"

Chan looked up at you from his book.

Minho looked at you and made a face. "I don't know where you put that stuff."

"Minho!" You threw the door open and frowned at him. "You borrowed them!"

"WHY WOULD I BORROW THOSE???"

"I DON'T FUCK-" You paused, eyes flicking to Chan.

Minho smiled evilly. "I'm telling mom!"

"MIN!" You shouted, "OH!" You stomped your foot for a moment before huffing. You took long strides to Minho's bedside table and grabbed his wallet.

"Where are you going!?" He shouted as you went back to the door.

"Buy more hair rollers." You said, slamming the door behind you.

Chan looked at his book and cleared his throat trying to disguise his laugh. You were cute, just a little bit.

Minho looked at his friend before his eyes narrowed. "Hey."

Chan looked at him, "Huh?"

"Chan... You're my guy. My best friend." Minho got up from his bed and smiled genuinely at him, "For the sake of our friendship, don't..."

Chan raised a brow. "Don't what?"

Minho made a face. "Chan."

Chan laughed. "Minho. I couldn't. Be for real. She's your sister. I'll be with her and be constantly reminded of you." He shuddered.

"Haha." Minho punched him. "Promise?"

"How old are we?" Chan raised a brow.

Minho looked serious.

Chan sighed. "I promise."

Yet... he couldn't keep that promise. Not while you were so busy being you.

You pulled into your parents' driveway. You had just finished your sophmore year of college, you checked your phone and messaged Minho saying you were home and to open the door.

You waited for a few minutes, scrolling on instagram before checking to see if Minho had read your message. It was still on delivered..

You sighed and called his phone. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. "MINHO!" You made a face and finally decided to check your brother's location.

He was an hour away. At the mall.

You were about to call him again when he called you first.

"Oh, you're home already?" he asked, munching on something.

"Yes." You exhaled. "Why aren't you here to let me in?!"

"HEY HEY HEY!" He said, "Someone is there."

"Who?" You fianlly got out of your car and grabbed your bag from the trunk, dragging it to the front door.

"Chan."

You made a face and rang the doorbell. "Yada yada."

"Hey, respect me. I'm older than you!" Minho huffed.

"Ah hush." You rang the bell again. "Is that weirdo friend of yours even here-"

The door opened and you looked at the man standing there, his hair was unruly and he looked like he just woke up. You looked him up and down for a moment- he looked different, older, more muscular, the tank top wasn't helping much, you could see the outline of his pecs. "Chan?"

"AH I told you he'd open the door-" Minho started but you hung up the phone.

The muscular man crossed his arms. "Do I know you?"

"Uh- I live here?" Your brows furrowed.

"The only women I know live here is Minho's mother and a silly 11th grader I haven't seen in years." Chan sighed, "Minho doesn't take squatters. He already has 3."

"Bang Christopher Chan." Your eyes narrowed. "Did you just call my babies SQUATTERS????"

Chan's mouth fell open. "Y/n-"

"I'm telling Minho!" You pushed into the house and Chan trailed behind you.

"Let me carry that bag for you-"

"No, no, no!" You swatted his hand away. "You think my babies are squatters." You huffed and ran to your elder brother's cat, Soonie, that happened to be looking around the corner.

Chan rolled his eyes and you picked it up and started baby talking to it. "It's a cat-"

"You speak fluent baby to Berry. Don't judge me." You walked with the cat up the stairs to your room.

Chan sighed deeply.

"Chan, bring my bag upstairs thanks." You smiled sweetly and skipped back up the stairs with the cat.

Chan tongued the inside of his mouth a bit annoyed, you hadn't changed one bit. You just looked more mature. More like a woman, the curve of your waist more defined to your hips, you seemed prettier, your- … What are you thinking...

Chan pursed his lips and grabbed your bag, taking it up stairs.

He watched as you entered your room.

"Did Minho touch any of my stuff?" You asked looking around.

"Not that I know of." Chan hummed setting the bag on the bed.

You turned and gasped. "MY GUDETAMA PLUSH IS GONE!"

Chan tilted his head. "Your what?"

You fumed. "MY EGG PLUSHIE!"

Chan's face fell. "The one that was over there-" He pointed to your desk.

Your eyes narrowed. "Bang Christopher Chan. Where is my egg-"

"HERE!" Minho shouted, sliding into your room, holding up a Gudetama plushie.

You looked at your older brother. "Minho. It's not even the same plushie."

Minho opened his mouth then closed it.

"MIN!"

"AHHH JISUNG DROPPED IT IN PAINT!"

"WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING IN MY ROOM??!?!"

"It was Changbin's idea!"

"OHH!! LEE MINHO! GET OUT!" You fumed.

Chan and Minho scurried away before Minho burst out laughing as he got to the bottom of the steps. Chan rolled his eyes and laughed.

"I'll give her the money to replace it later." Minho sighed, "Tryna get some drinks? Jisung is paying."

Chan nodded, grabbing his phone from the table and staring at your cat Dori. The brown, grey striped cat tilted its head at Chan and the man pet it gently. "Tell Y/N I'm sorry yeah?"

The cat purred and Chan smiled before following Minho out.

Chan finished off his alcohol and turned to Hyunjin, "Hyunjinnie."

The long, dark haired man looked at him, "Huh?"

"That egg thing Jisung covered in paint."

"What about it?" Hyunjin asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"What was it called?"

Jisung looked up from his food. "Gudetama?"

"Yeah that." Chan hummed. "Where do I get one that looks like it? Exact replica.."

Hyunjin shrugged. "Google it."

Chan huffed, and started searching.

Minho looked at him, "Why are you wondering?"

Chan pursed his lips. "We did mess it up."

Minho grabbed Chan's phone. "Chan." His face was expression was blank.

"Minho, I'm just trying to replace it." Chan grabbed his phone back and sighed.

Hyunjin gave Minho a look and kept eating.

Minho didn't say anything to Chan until everyone was going home only saying "see ya."

It was over a week later you came home with your friend Sua to hang out and when you opened your bedroom door you smiled at the sight of the a new Gudetama plushie. The CORRECT one.

"Where did that come from?" Sua asked as she sat on your bed, grabbing your Cinnamoroll and hugging it.

"Minho probably got it." You grabbed the egg and admired it except as you brought it to your face and inhaled, past the scent of the store... you smelled the cologne it smelled like... You pulled Gudetama away from your face and stared at it for a long moment.

"What?" Sua asked.

"Nothing..." You murmured.

Sua took the Gudetama from you and inspected it. "It's definitely new.. it smells like the store but..." She smelled it again. "Who's cologne is that?"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed it back, hugging it. "Doesn't matter.." But as you thought about the way he'd looked at you when he opened the door, the way his muscles seemed to strain against his shirt as he crossed his arms... You shook your head. So what if he had grown up a little bit. So had Minho's other friends, it didn't matter.

Yet recognizing the faint scent that lingered on the plushie, the faint scent you'd picked up from him as you pushed past him, you hugged the plushie just a little bit tighter.

Chan spun in the spinning chair in the library. He looked up at the ceiling, brain racing with so many thoughts. Had you seen it? Had you liked it?

"Chan." Hyunjin flicked his forehead. "Did I write my part good?"

"Uh huh." Chan said dismissively.

"You seem lost in thought..." Jeongin said, rolling over in his chair. "Something on your mind?"

Someone.. "No, nothing." Chan shrugged.

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, "I think..."

Chan looked at him. "Wha-"

Jeongin grabbed Chan's laptop and ran off with it, "THE SECRETS ARE HERE!" He shouted, "PROTECT ME HYUNG!"

Hyunjin tried his best to hold Chan in his chair but the latter easily sprang away and sprinted after Jeongin.

"INNIE RUN AWAY!" Hyunjin squealed.

As Chan was about to pounce on the younger man, the library assistant, a young woman with dark hair and brown eyes with a small mole on her cheek, cleared her throat. As Chan got a better look he realized the woman was your friend, Sua.

"Please be quiet." She rolled her eyes before walking into the small room and pushing the chairs back into place, she sniffed slightly, as if sick and Hyunjin offered her a tissue which she gratefully accepted before leaving the room.

Chan grabbed his computer from Jeongin and sat back in his spinning chair. "There is no secret."

The younger men looked at each other, "Sure," Hyunjin said, "Totally," Jeongin huffed.

As Sua walked away she smiled to herself and looked back. So that's who got Gudetama...

You were out with Sua at the mall, "Y/N." She smiled, "This would look so good on you." She pushed a very short skirt into your hands.

"Are we going to a strip club??" You stared at your friend in shock. "Min will kill me if I wear this."

She nudged you, "You can't stay so single and innocent forever." Sua's eyebrows bounced comically. "But then again.." She pulled the skirt to herself. "Do you think Seungmin would like me in this?"

You rolled your eyes. "If Seungmin noticed you."

She shoved you. "MEANIE!"

You giggled and kept looking for clothes.

"Ok..." She sighed.

You turned to the jewelry area and left Sua looking at bottoms alone. As you looked at the earrings and necklaces and bracelets, a pair of earrings caught your attention, it was simple, small silver half hoop earrings. You moved down the glass to get a better look and as you rested your hand on the glass display, a hand brushed yours. You looked at the hand for a brief moment before seeing the veiny arm, your stomach flipped.

You looked at the man, he looked at you, brow raised.

"Sorry." You pulled away.

"It was my fault." The man laughed. "I was just looking at those earrings." he pointed to the earrings you had your eyes on.

"Oh-" You smiled slightly, "I was looking at those too."

His eyes widened slightly, "You probably saw them first-"

"No it's fine." You were about to move away.

"It's fine really." the man waved over the store clerk. "How much for these?"

Your brows furrowed. "I-"

"550,000 sir." The clerk said.

The man slid his card across the table and smiled at you. "It's the least I can do, I think I made you uncomfortable."

You opened your mouth then closed it. What was this guy doing..

"I'm Minseok." He put his hand out to shake yours.

You smiled sheepishly. "Y/N, and really you don't have to get me these-"

The store clerk came back with a key and opened the glass display, closing the earrings box and putting it in a bag. The clerk handed the bag to Minseok with his receipt and card.

"I insist."Minseok handed you the bag.

"Y/N, did you find someth-" Sua came over, carrying a lot of bags and looked at you then Minseok and back at you, a devious grin spread across her lips and you wanted to hide.

Minseok wrote something on the back of his receipt before handing it to you. "Call me?" He smiled and walked out of the store.

"WHO WAS THAT FINE GLASS OF WINE????" Sua grabbed you, "What did he give you?" She grabbed the bag and smiled at the earrings, "Oh my, a man of taste! What's his name-"

"SUA!" you grabbed your friend's face. "Stop rambling. He bumped into me."

"And bought you earrings for 550,000 won as an apology?"

You sucked in a breath.

"He was definitely into you." She smiled dreamily. "If only I could find Seungmin in such a way."

You rolled your eyes. "Let's go."

But you had ended up shooting Minseok a text... why not?

Chan came over with the guys to celebrate Minho getting a promotion. "Ah, look at the best dance instructor this city has ever seen." Chan hugged him tightly as he entered the house.

Minho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

"Congrats man." Jisung patted Minho on the back, "Now with the money you're making you can finally pay when we go out to eat."

Minho made a face.

"Stop annoying him," Jeongin smiled. "But really congrats."

Minho smiled, "Come on in guys," He led the men in and to the dining room, "Tada!"

The men smiled at the sight of the barbecue and they all began eating. Chan teased Minho most of the evening until, he heard steps on the stairs. He turned to look at the stairs and his heart skipped a beat.

You were coming down the steps with Sua, dressed up to go out, skirt that showed your perfect legs and a shirt that drew attention to your curves and cleavage.

You came to your older brother and gave him a quick hug, "Congrats Minho."

As you started to pull away he grabbed your hand. "Jacket?" He asked.

You held up your jacket.

"Phone?"

You held up your phone the yellow Gudetama case that Sua had bought you drew Chan's attention momentarily.

"Pepper spray?" Minho tilted his head.

You shook your purse a bit.

He smiled, "Have fun. Don't let a creep touch you."

"Yeah yeah." You followed Sua out.

"Where's she going?" Changbin asked, munching on his beef.

"Party." Minho shrugged.

"Bound to get attention dressed like that," Hyunjin sipped his soda, "Who's party?"

"Some guy from college apparently." Minho shrugged. "Sua's with her so she should be fine."

Chan's eyes narrowed, "Minho, you're letting her go to 'some guy's' party?"

Minho looked at him. "She'll call if something happens, besides she knows not to drink."

Chan sighed, "Alright."

The other men looked at them, but no one said anything.

After the little celebration Chan was driving home, it was almost 1 in the morning, he came to a red light in front of a bar and tapped his thumb on the wheel to the rhythm of the music. He glanced out at the bar and his brows furrowed. There was a girl who looked suspiciously like you, stumbling out.

Chan was about to ignore it when a man came out of the bar after the girl. He sighed, the cars at the cross section slowing down and just as he was about to drive he watched as the girl reached into her bag for something and pulled out a yellow case with lazy egg.

Chan pulled off to the side and got out of his car as the man grabbed your shoulder. You shoved him off in your drunk daze but he was persisting.

And right as he grabbed your wrist Chan grabbed his forearm. "Can't you see she doesn't like you?" Chan's eyes narrowed, "Get out of here before I beat the shit out of you."

The man stared at Chan for a moment. Chan gripped the man's arm tighter.

"Bitch." The man released you roughly and stormed off down the street.

"Chan-" You looked at him, about to speak.

"Get in the car." He said lowly.

You opened your mouth, then closed it as he tilted his had at you daring you to say something back. You walked to the car and he opened the door to let you, closing it a you entered before going to the driver's side and entering.

"Please don't tell Min." You said as he settled.

"Where's Sua?" Chan turned to you.

"She ran off with some guy.." You said quietly.

"Why didn't you leave then?"

"Who are you my dad?"

"Y/N."

You looked at your hands. "I didn't want to."

Chan hook hi head and tarted the car again, before pulling back onto the road, he was about to go back to your house as he scolded you when you suddenly covered your mouth.

Chan sucked in a breath. "Y/N no- Not in my car-" Chan pulled over by a tree and you jumped out of the car and ran to the tree.

He cringed as you vomited and stepped out of the car, carefully taking your hair into his hand and holding it out of the way until you were jut dry heaving.

"You good now?" He asked.

You nodded.

Chan got you back in the car and gave you water.

"Chan..." You said after taking a drink. "Don't tell Minho. Please."

"Ok, ok, I won't." He sighed.

"Don't wanna go home."

"You have to."

"CHANNIE!" You whined.

Chan turned so fast, his head could've spun off his shoulders. He blinked before turning back to the road. Chris. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

"If I go home, Minho will know I'm drunk and he'll tell our parents and I won't be allowed out again." You grabbed his arm. "Chan.."

Chan sucked in a breath. "Just this once."

You smiled and hugged his arm. Chan felt his face getting hot but kept driving back to his place.

Chan had really trusted you when you said you were fine, you vomited again, outside his apartment complex and this time it had gotten on your shirt. So when you had gotten into his apartment he forced you to the bathroom and gave you some of his clothes to wear.

You were lying on Chan's couch, half asleep while he got you food because you wouldn't stop asking.

Your phone rang.

Chan was about to grab it but he froze. What would Minho think...

You grabbed your phone and answered. "Hello... No... I'm at Sua's... Chan? No I haven't heard from him... No I didn't drink... No I didn't bring a guy with me to Sua's... Okay... Tell my babies I love them... Good night Min." You hung up the phone and looked at Chan. "All handled."

Chan turned to face you and his stomach did somersaults. You standing there in his shirt, his sweatpants, looking so...

You tilted your head. "Are you drunk too, Channie?" You hummed.

Chan shook his head. "Haha. Here eat."

You smiled and took the food, going back to the couch, munching. Chan closed himself in the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He rubbed his hands over his face for a moment before tuning on the tap and splashing his face. "Christopher... It's Y/N." he told himself. "It's just Y/N.."

A knock on the bathroom door made Chan look up. He patted his face dry with the towel on the bar and opened the door.

You stood there, looking at him. "Are you okay?" You asked.

He nodded, "I'm just really tired."

"I'm sorry for bothering you." You muttered, "Thank you.."

Chan felt his heart flutter and he smiled gently. "It's okay. Sleep in my room 'kay? I'll take the couch."

"I can't.." You mumble.

Chan made a face, "Why?"

"I don't have Gudetama.."

Chan opened his mouth then closed it.

"It keeps me safe at night." You looked down and gripped the hem of your his shirt tightly in your hands.

What was Chan supposed to say... What could he say without sounding weird or mean..

"Stay with me?"

Chan broke out of his trance as he heard that. "What?"

"Stay with me.. Because I'm scared.. I won't tell Minho."

What could he have said....

"Alright."

You woke up, head pounding, in the softest bed you've ever been in, as you opened your eyes you winced as the sun entering through soft grey curtains assaulted your already pained brain. You felt a breath against your hair and were about to jump away when the scent hit you... You looked around momentarily, it must be really early.

It wouldn't hurt.. You relaxed against his chest and hugged the arm he had around your waist. He was warm. Infectiously so. You felt warm in more ways than one. You smiled contentedly and closed your eyes again. Minho didn't have to know.

When you woke up again you heard voices, you sat up and slowly got out of Chan's bed. Your head throbbed slightly but you ignored it out of curiosity, you poked your head out the door and listened.

"I'm screwed, Hyunjin..." Chan said softly.

"If you tell Minho I'm sure he won't be that mad." Hyunjin replied.

Mad why? Because Chan helped me?

"Hyunjin." Chan said, more firmly. "I promised."

"Chan, it's completely human to feel like tha-"

"Hyunjin-ah!" Chan said a bit loudly before quieting himself. "It's not that I feel like that, even when I'm not feeling like THAT, I feel like..." Chan sighed deeply.

You backed up into the room. Feel like what... You wondered before grabbing your phone and texting Sua to come pick you up with a change of clothes.

When you got in Sua's car you looked at her.

"Do I have a lot to tell you?" She said giddily.

"I don't want to hear about what you did last night-" You started.

"Not me you dummy! The guy you met at the mall."

You turned to face her completely. "What about him?"

"He followed me on instagram this morning, I think he was seriously into you. He wants you to call him so he can take you out." She raised her brows stupidly.

"I-" you closed your mouth and thought about it for a moment, what harm could there be in going on one date? "I'll give him a call later."

"Atta girl!" Sua squealed before turning on her car and pulling out of Chan's apartment complex, "But guess what?"

"What?" You raised a brow.

"I SAID GUESS!" She wined.

"Ok, ok..." You racked your brain for a moment. "You bought new shoes?"

As Sua came to an intersection she slowed to halt at the red light and smacked your arm. "No."

"OW!" You huffed. "Tell me."

"I got Seungmin's number!"

You blinked. "How?"

She smiled, "Well, as I was going home with that guy yesterday Seungmin happened to be around and saved me-"

"Didn't you ask that guy to go home with you thou-"

"HUSH I'm not done!" She huffed, turning back to the road as the light turned green. "And Seungmin saved me and told me not to go home with strangers and if I get drunk again with no ride, I should call him." She sighed dreamily before her expression snapped to one of confusion. "How did you end up in Chan's apartment?" Her eyes widened, "DID YOU GUYS-"

"NO!" You shrieked. "No, he kept his distance."

"And you slept alone? YOU?!"

You pursed your lips. "When I woke up he was in bed too bu-"

"BUTT NAKED?!"

"SUA! NO! WE WERE CLOTHED!" You felt your face getting hot.

"You were drunk, in a man's house and you didn't do anything?? Not even kiss?"

"No." You slapped your cheeks. "We didn't do anything."

"But.. did you want to?" She glanced at you before looking back at the road.

"No." You rolled your eyes. Then you remembered. How he'd looked at you in his apartment, like he wanted to pounce on you. "Bu-"

"Did he want to do something?" Sua drove into a café's parking lot.

"I..." Your face felt hotter as you remembered how Chan held you. "I don't know..."

That was all Sua needed to ramble about how Chan must be pining over you. And it was for that reason you didn't mention what you'd heard Chan telling Hyunjin that morning.

You'd called Minseok that evening, he insisted that you stay home and get past your hangover and that he could meet you another day. Though it wasn't intentional, you and Minseok spoke almost on the daily, before he asked you if you wanted to go out for lunch. You were about ready to go out when someone knocked on your bedroom door. You opened it and blinked at the sight of Chan.

He was looking at his phone for something. "Minho wanted to know when you'd be back so we could get dri-" He froze as he looked up at you.

"Chan?" You tilted your head slightly.

"Uh.. You look really pretty." He said.

You looked down and smiled slightly.

"Who are you even going to meet up with?"

You opened your mouth then closed it, no one knew about Minseok except Sua and Minho. "A guy."

Chan visibly stiffened. "Who?"

"I'll tell you about him later-" You tried to move past him but he blocked the doorway with his body.

"Where did you get those?" He pointed at your earrings.

My date.. "Sua." You lied.

He nodded. "Okay.."

You moved past him and managed to dodge your brother's inventory check as you skipped to the door. Right as the bell rang.

You opened it and smiled at Minseok. He smiled gently before his gaze flicked behind you.

You looked back at Chan and smiled.

Chan wanted to kill that guy. He didn't like him one bit, not the way he smiled or the way he took your hand to lead you out. Nothing. But more than that, Minseok always always looked at Chan as if he'd won something, as if Chan had lost the battle and the war he didn't even know had started. Two into your relationship and Minseok still had that look for Chan. Two months.

Minho had invited Minseok along with the guys for drinks. The entire night Minseok was giving Chan sideways looks. Until Minho asked, "How did you meet Y/N?"

"Oh," Minseok smiled fondly at his drink. "I bumped into her at the mall and I made her a bit uncomfortable with how awkward of an apology I gave so.. I bought her a pair of earrings and gave her my number. I didn't expect her to call back really... But fate is nice.."

Chan's brows furrowed. "What kind of earrings?"

"Silver ones-" Minseok started.

"Half hoops?" Chan pressed, gripping his bottle.

"Yeah." Minseok said, "Small, silver, half hoops."

Chan leaned back in his chair. You'd lied... You'd lied to him. For Minseok..

"Channie-hyung-" Jeongin reached for him.

Chan pushed back his chair and smiled at Minho, "I'm going to head back early," He waved at the other men and rested his gaze on Minseok for a brief moment.

"You're drunk, let me at least call you a cab-" Minho started.

"I want to walk."

"It's dar-"

"Goodnight guys." Chan turned and left them all at the table in confusion.

Hyunjin shot Seungmin a knowing look and kept drinking.

Chan wandered aimlessly for a while, lost in thought. He eventually found himself at a playground and sat down on a swing. As he swung back and forth, he thought about you and Minseok. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all..

He felt his eyes welling with tears. "What are you even crying about Chris?!" He groaned in frustration and wiped the tears from his eyes.

He cared too much, about you and Minho. He cared too much to see you with someone else. He cared so much that it hurt to care. Even as he took deep breaths to compose himself he couldn't stop the hot salty tears streaming down his cheeks.. But-

"Channie?"

He looked up at the sound of your voice. You stood there, in a sweater that definitely wasn't yours... It was probably Minseok's... and a pair of sweatpants.

"Why are you crying?" You sat in the swing next to him and stared at him.

If only you knew...

"I've just been thinking recently." He muttered.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Chan stared at you for a long moment and then simply leaned over and rested his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder.

You stared blankly for a moment before relaxing and stroking his dark hair gently.

"Can I ask you something.." He muttered against your skin and you felt a chill go down your spine.

"Anything..." You breathed.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes. "Will you stop me?"

"From doing what?" You stared at him in confusion for a moment before he leaned into you, breath mingling with yours.

"This.." He muttered, plump lips grazing yours before they finally met your own in a gentle kiss. He pulled away for a moment, giving you the opportunity to shout at him, to slap him and ask if he was okay mentally.

But you didn't..

And he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue prodding at your lips for entry. You clutched Chan's shirt as his tongue slid into your mouth, the taste of alcohol still on his lips, but you didn't pull away. Not when he kissed you like that, kissed you like he'd been meaning to for months... years even. You didn't pull away even as you felt the burn of your lungs begging for air. But he pulled awa, his eyes dark, pupils blown, clouding over with something you hadn't seen before.

You sat up in bed and slapped your flushed cheeks. What on earth were you thinking...

Chan noticed you were steering clear of him like the plague. You were going back to school soon so maybe that's why. He saw you when he and Jeongin came over to see Minho but even then you only waved at him at the door and kept about your business. Maybe he had done wrong kissing you like that.

You were leaving again. Bags all packed and ready to go back to your dorm.

"AH!" Changbin hugged ypu tightly. "You're leaving us again! Who will come to Changbin Salon if you go!"

You giggled. "I'll be back in a few months for Christmas guys. Don't worry about me-"

"Y/nnie." Minho sighed, smoothing out her clothes, "Just take care of yourself. Don't get drunk. Don't stay up late. Don't talk to weirdos-"

You hugged your brother and rolled your eyes. "Whatever."

Your parents started bickering with you about taking care of yourself.

You gave Minseok a kiss and he hugged you tightly, whispering something in your ear that made you giggle.

You finally looked at Chan and smiled.

Chan smiled too, eyes widening in shock slightly as you hugged him tightly. He relaxed and hugged you back. "Take care."

You nodded, "Bye!" You got into your car right as Changbin and Minho finished throwing your stuff into the trunk.

They all waved as you pulled out of the driveway, and you were gone again...

Chan stuck around for a bit longer chatting with Minho and your parents before deciding to go home. As Chan made his way to his car he stopped as he heard someone.

"Chan."

Chan turned and stared at Minseok. "Huh?"

"Do yourself a favor," Minseok pulled out his own car keys and unlocked his vehicle. "And stay away from Y/N. 'Kay?"

Chan raised a brow. "Is there a problem with me being around her?"

"A little bird told me, you just want to get your dick wet. So I suggest you find someone else." Minseok shrugged.

He stared at the other man for a long moment. "What if... I just want to take her from you?"

Minseok's eyes went wide.

Chan unlocked his car and got in before Minseok could say anything.

You'd been in school for a couple of months, sure, you called Minseok everyday, it didn't kill the feeling of him being so far away though.

You had gotten back from class and were doing your homework when you got a text from Minseok. You smiled slightly and picked up your phone to look at it. As you read his message you rolled your eyes and called him

He answered almost immediately. "AH! Baby. It feels like I haven't talked to you in forever."

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "We talked this morning."

"Exactly, forever." He joked.

You put the phone on speaker and set it down as you started getting your materials for studying. "When did you get so needy?"

"When did you get so distant?" he countered.

You laughed. "I'll be around soon."

"Take your time with your studies.. I don't want to mess up your brain right now."

You smiled. "It's fine really."

"I'm gonna be really busy soon."

"Oh?" You flipped through your textbook, taking notes. "With what?"

"Work stuff." he said dismissively.

"Don't overwork yourself."

"Says you."

You pursed your lips and sighed. "Minseok."

"AAH! Okay.. I have to go now, sleep early. Make sure you eat. AND DRINK WATER." He said.

"Okay. Good night baby."

"Good night y/nnie."

You hung up and leaned back in your chair thoughtfully. You should visit home soon..

The next following day you called Minseok after class he didn't answer. You shrugged it off and assumed he was busy with work as he said he would be.

You called Jisung and he ranted to you about how Minho was being annoying and how Seungmin was bouncing off the walls about Sua.

You smiled as you thought about how vividly she used to squeal about Seungmin. As you were about to go to sleep, your phone rang and you looked at the contact, smiling at your boyfriends ID before answering.

"Hey love, sorry I didn't answer. I got held up at work." he said.

"It's fine," You rolled onto your back and put the phone on speaker, yawning as you asked, "Anything happen at home?"

"You sound tired." he aid, "And no."

You hummed. "I am tired."

"Sleep. You have classes tomorrow."

"Fuck class. I'd rather stay up listening to you."

"When did you get so needy?" He teased.

You giggled.

As you listened to Minseok rant about work and other things you relaxed and fell asleep even though you said you wouldn't..

You didn't notice it at first, but almost a month later, you realized that Minseok never answered your calls; he always called you back, and always very late. You could try to blame it on his work, but something just didn't sit right with you. But you ignored the feeling. Planning to visit during your break in the fall and catch up with everyone.

What reason did you not have to trust Minseok?

When you called him the day before your trip he didn't answer. Which didn't surprise you at all. But you still felt a small pang as you looked at the box you'd purchased just a week earlier. What was surprising was that he didn't call you back.

Still you got in your car the next morning, and drove all the way back home.

Minho and your parents greeted you with bear hugs and kisses.

You went out with Minho later that day to go eat and after an intense game of rock paper scissors, you had to go to the front and order. As you made your order and Minho's you noticed Chan sitting at a table with a very pretty woman. You finished your orders and approached waving slightly at Chan.

He looked at you and smiled. "You're back in town already? How's school?"

You laughed. "I'm on break. School's fine." You noticed the way the girl stirred her drink with her straw. "Who's this?" You asked.

Chan looked at her then back at you. "Yeojin. She's a friend."

The girl gave you a small smile but you felt a bit tense. As if you were challenging her... "It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand out out you."

"Likewise." You smiled and took her hand gently shaking it before turning back to Chan, "I've gotta go, maybe we'll see each other around?"

He nodded. "It was nice seeing you." As you walked away you noticed how he spoke to Yeojin so passionately, taking her hands in his. Your heart panged. You should be happy... You should be happy he finally got over what he told Hyunjin that day... Yet it annoyed you. It made you so mad you wanted to scream. But you didn't. You ignored the feeling. You had Minseok. What more could you need?

"Have you heard from Minseok?" You asked your brother as he spun in the spinning chair by your desk.

"Not recently why?" He looked at you.

You shrugged, looking at your phone. You checked Minho's location and saw he was still at work. You'd wait for him to get to his apartment then you'd surprise him with your gift and everything would be good. "He's been stressing about work recently... I just wanted to make sure he's alright."

"Go see him then." Minho said, rolling his eyes.

"When he gets back from work." You smiled, looking at the box in your bag.

So almost two hours later, when you checked your phone and saw he was finally home. You took a cab to his apartment and eagerly, pushed the button at the elevator. You jumped a bit before calming yourself. It was just Minseok... your sweet, caring, affectionate, handsome man.

Yet as you got to his floor, as you approached his door something in you twisted. You felt wary for a reason you couldn't explain. Even as you typed the passcode for his lock and it beeped in affirmation, as you opened the door to his dark apartment, something in you still lurched in suspense. Like your body knew what was coming and your heart and mind couldn't accept it. Even as you rounded the corner of the hall and saw an extra pair of shoes by the entrance.

Heels..

You still walked through the living room and kitchen area. Right down to the other hall and to Minseok's bedroom door. Even as you heard them through the crack in the door you opened it.. and the tears that had been welling in your eyes since you walked into the dark apartment finally fell at the sight of Minseok, his dick buried in some other girl.

"Cho Minseok."

He sprang up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as he finally took in your prescene.

You threw the box on the floor and whispered. "You asshole."

"Y/n!" You ran to the elevator and got in just in time to turn and see him running as the elevator closed, bedsheet wrapped around his waist as he called after you.

As the elevator went down your mind and heart finally caught up with the rest of your body and you fell to the cold floor and cried.

The last place Chan expected to see you, was bumbling down the street at night. Drunk.

Yet when he finally convinced you to get in his car he groaned and looked at you. "What on earth are you doing?"

You didn't answer, staring blankly out of the car window.

"I'll call Minseok to come get you-"

"Don't." You said quietly.

"Y/n." He sighed. "Minseok won't judge you for getting drunk, he probably won't tell Minho eithe-"

"Minseok is busy right now!" You snapped.

Chan stared at you. "Busy with what?"

"How is it your business?" You snapped. "You hate Minseok, I get it. but our relationship isn't your business."

"When are you going to stop him from running all over you, Y/N!?" Chan shouted.

You froze."Why do you care... go back to Yeojin."

Chan stared at you. "i have nothing with her..."

You took a few shaky breaths before you buried your face in your hands.

Chan took your hand and squeezed it gently whispering. "What happened?"

You looked at him, his coffee colored eyes so sincere. No judgement or ulterior motives, nothing but patience and empathy.

You leaned against him over the console. "He's with someone else."

"Since when?" He asked, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

"I don't fucking know and I don't give a damn."

He hummed. "You wanna go home?"

"I don't want an earful from Minho." You said, closing your eyes.

Chan pulled away and started the car. The alcohol finally claimed your consciousness. You woke up a while later on Chan's bed, you sat up, still a bit tipsy. You stood from the bed and stumbled slightly as you walked. You saw Chan on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"You left me alone again..." you said softly.

Chan looked at you. "I thought you'd be alright."

You stared at him.

"Come here.." he muttered.

You moved to him and sat beside him on the couch, leaning into hiss body heat.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, then your mouth ran faster than your brain could help and you asked. "Do you like me..."

Chan's body stiffened.

"Be honest.."

"Y/n."

"Tell me."

"Minho would be angry at me-"

"CHAN!" You snapped, pulling away from him. "No... I understand. No one really likes me because I'm jus-"

He cut you off, kissing you. Your eyes widened momentarily before you relaxed and kissed him back. Your already cloudy mind felt like it was covered by a drape of emotion you couldn't understand, taking all your air away, wrapping itself around you like an anaconda. It squeezed the very passion from your veins and pushed it all into that kiss.

Chan pulled away for air first and your eyes met as he finally whispered. "I don't like you. I love you."

You kissed him again as he leaned into you, pinning you to the couch. His lips moved from yours to your jaw and neck before he froze. Minho... He started to pull away. "Y/n we can't-"

You grabbed his face in your hands and whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, "Please..."

Chan couldn't tell in the rush of getting you from the couch into his room how he ended up beneath you. Staring up into your pretty eyes before you leaned down to kiss him, his tongue fought with yours as your hands lifted his shirt and ran over his chiseled abdomen. When you moaned softly into his mouth something in his snapped and he grabbed you. Flipping you both and pinning you to the bed, staring down at you.

You smiled up at him and he rolled his eyes before kissing you agan, his lips moving to attack your neck and collar bones before he pulled off your shirt. You whined and tugged at his before he pulled it over his head and tossed his somewhere. You reached up and caressed his stomach before he took your hand in his and your fingers intertwined as he pinned it to the bed.

"We shouldn't..." He mumbled against your lips.

"Want you to.." You whispered.

"Fuck.." he moaned softly against your lips and rubbed his crotch against your clothed heat.

You pulled your hands free and wrapped them around him, pulling him down to you. Your world seemed to blur and darken, your only focus the man above you. How he worshipped you, lips moving from your jaw to your throat, decorating your skin with love bites. Moving lower and pulling your pants down slowly.

It wasn't painful or rushed. He kissed you slowly, filling you to the brim and more, each thrust met with soft cry from you. His hands at your hip pulling you into each push of his pelvis against yours. He leaned down and kissed you, his body caging you in, you held onto him tightly, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he bucked into you again and again. Knocking the air from your lungs every time he fucked into you, pushing deep, deep.

Mesmerized by the sight of of your pussy engulfing his cock as you whimpered and mewled beneath him.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He mumbled in your ear. "Gonna milk me dry, sweet girl?"

Your back arched off the bed at that, Chan groaned and reached between you rubbing your sensitive clit.

"Cum for me princess." He breathed into your neck, pulling out slowly before stuffing his cock into you roughly again.

"Channie!" Your pussy clenched tightly around hiss manhood and he pulled out. Pumping his cock until his release shot onto your breasts and stomach.

He held himself over you. "Fuck..." He dragged himself up to get something to clean you but when he came his eyes went wide at the sight of your hands on your face the soft sound of your sobs reaching his earss. "Y/N- I shouldn't have. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry-"

"Not you." You said, taking a deep shaky breath.

"Then-"

You took your hands away from your face and smiled. "I love you Chan.."

He smiled gently and kissed your forehead before cleaning you and getting back into bed.

"Can I ask you a question?" You said in the quiet darkness.

"Huh?" He turned to you.

"Did you replace Gudetama?"

Chan smiled. "Was it so obvious?"

"It smelled like your cologne.."

"You paid attention to how I smelled?" he gasped in shock.

"Shut up." You smacked his chest and rolled your eyes despite your face going hot.

He smirked and kissed the top of your head. "I don't mind."

You rolled your eyes but moved closer, relaxing into his warm embrace before falling asleep.

Chan hugged you to his chest, staring up at the ceiling as he caressed your hair. He heard something buzz and looked at your phone on his bedside table. He took in your peacefully sleeping face and smiled about to ignore it. Then it rang.

He moved away from you slowly and reached over you grabbing the jingling device. Minseok's face flashed across your screen. Chan made a face and answered, pulling the covers over your bare body before bringing the phone to his ear.

"Y/N! I'm so glad you finally answered! Baby it's not what you thought! I don't even know her real-"

"Y/n is busy," Chan said, looking at you sleeping.

"Chan?" Minseok asked, confused. "Pass her the phone."

"She's exhausted," Chan said, "and it's because of you. I doubt she'll call you back, so please don't call my girl's number again."

"YOUR GIRL??" He shouted on the other end of the line. "BANG CHAN! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

Chan smiled to himself as he said. "Going to sleep with my girlfriend." He got back into bed and smiled at your sleeping face. "Good bye Minseok."

"Oh, Chan I swear-"

Chan hung up and pulled you close to him again.

"What was that about?" You asked half asleep.

"Nothing." Chan kissed your forehead. "Go to sleep."

Chan drove you home the next morning. You were still a bit sad, but as you unlocked the front door your eyes widened at the sight of a disheveled looking Minseok sitting in your kitchen with your elder brother. Chan followed close behind you, his eyes narrowing when he saw the men.

"Y/N!" Minseok jumped from his seat and ran to you.

"Don't touch me!" You shouted as he tried to hug you.

Minho turned to you and Chan. "Minseok told me everything."

"Then why would you let him in-" You started.

"Bang Chan." Minho said quietly. "Get out."

"Minho-" Chan started.

"Get out!" your brother shouted.

"Y/n baby what happened?" Minseok touched your face and you slapped him away.

"What did you tell him?!" You pointed a finger at Minseok.

"What there was to be said." He grabbed your hands and you pulled away.

"Minho. I know what you're thinking-" Chan tried to calm your brother who was standing up now.

"Oh you do?!" Minho said, clearly getting aggravated by Chan's prescence.

"Listen to me-" Chan said, putting his hands up as MInho approached.

But he was cut off by punch to the face that made your eyes widen.

"Bro-" You tried to grab Minho but Minseok grabbed your hand.

"Let's talk about this-" He said before you slapped him hard.

"I told you to stay away from my sister." Minho said, walking up to Chan as he took several steps back.

"Minho let me explain!" Chan said, trying to stay out of his friend's range.

"There's nothing to explain!" Your brother shouted.

"Bro please!" Chan tried.

"Minho!" You grabbed your brother's arm.

He whipped around to face you. "You can't seriously defend him! Y/N!"

"Maybe I am!" You shouted, you walked between Chan and Minho. "No.. I am defending him. He didn't do anything wrong."

Your brother stared at you before looking at Chan and muttering. "Leave."

"Minho." You said softly.

Chan bit his lip before grabbing Minseok and dragging him out with him.

"Why would you do that?!" You shouted as Chan slammed the door behind him.

"Chan wouldn't care about you! IF you knew LIKE I DO you'd understand!" Minho yelled back.

"I don't know him like you do! BUt you should've let him explain!"

"What was there to explain?! He dragged you to bed when you were drunk-"

"DO YOU KNOW WHY?!" You cut him off. "MINSEOK IS AN ASSHOLE! Minseok cheated on me! Chan didn't want to go that far. I asked him to! I like Chan A LOT! Whatever rule or whatever shit you have that keeps me from being with him needs to stop..." You trailed off. "Because you might lose me too."

Your brother stood there in shock as you ran up the stairs.

It was a week later when Chan was out with Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin.

"Just tell Minho you're sorry." Changbin said sipping his cola as the three waited for their food.

"He wouldn't even let me talk." Chan groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Tragic really." Jisung sighed.

Chan and Changbin looked at their friend with blank expressions as if to say be fricking for real.

Jisung sipped his drink. "I think you should just wait a bit. You know? I doubt Minho will stay mad forever, he's your good friend..."

Chan nodded. "I should just apologize whenever he calms down."

"If he doesn't just walk away from the toxic controlling friend." Hyunjin shook his head.

"Apologize now then."

Hyunjin jumped in fear at Minho's voice. "HYUNG!"

Minho looked at Hyunjin. "You'll eat tissues later."

Chan stared at Minho. "How did you even know I was here?"

Jisung looked completely invested in the bubbles floating in his soda suddenly.

Minho laughed and Chan sighed before standing. "Minho I-"

"I'm sorry for punching you." Minho said, "I'm sorry for accusing you of... things... and I'm sorry for making you stay away from Y/N..."

Chan smiled at his friend. "It's alright, I mean I didn't say I liked her before you threw that ban on me suddenly.. I'm sorry too."

The men smiled at each other.

"Hug it out! Hug it out Hug it out! Hug it-" Hyunjin started only to shrink away in fear as Minho grabbed a bunch of napkins from the dispenser on the table.

You laughed and Chan turned to you. "You're here.."

"Someone had to stop Min if he ended up attacking someone." You smiled.

"THEN HELP ME!" Hyunjin started only to get a mouthful of tissues.

You giggled and smiled at Chan as MInho gave him a look.

"May I kiss you princes?" Chan smirked, leaning into you.

MInho acted like he was going to vomit. And Jisung dramatically passed out.

"You may."

Chan pressed his lip against yours.

"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!" MInho said rolling his eyes. "You should compensate me for the mental and emotional distress I went through, I say buy me pizza!"

© 2024 xxkissesforchanniexx. DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK

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@asahisimpnation, @juskz

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[iluvvpaige]

LUNCH | kate martin x female!reader

summary: the girls wanna go out for lunch but kate decides to have a snack before…

warnings: smut (straight filth), p eating (r! receiving), language, mommy kink

“I could eat that girl for lunch. Yeah, she dances on my tongue.”

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Kate had invited her team to our house today since the girls had an off day. It was rare that they had any off days so we always made sure to do something.

“guys we should go out to lunch” Gabbie suggested. I was sitting on the couch, my legs draped over Kate’s lap as she slowly rubbed on my thighs.

The whole team was over at me and Kate’s house right now. Like the whole team. Most of the girls were sprawled on the floor watching their phones or making TikToks.

“We should” Jada and Caitlin said at the same time causing the room to erupt into laughter. “Bro, ya’ll are literally twins” I laughed. “I know right. My evil twin right here” Jada said as she interlocked arms with Caitlin.

The girls started to get up, grabbing their bags and stuff. “Kate, Y/n? are ya’ll coming?” Kennise said, grabbing her phone. “Uhm. Yeah. we’ll just meet you guys there” Kate said, causing me to look up.

“Alright” Molly said. With that everyone walked out of the door. “Why didn’t we leave with them?” I said, curiosity filling my tone in voice.

Kate just smirked and pulled me onto her lap, kissing me intensely. Her hands roamed my body, eventually going down to grab my ass.

“Kate. in- Lets go in the room.” I managed to get out in between kisses. “mhm” She nodded. She picked me up, my legs wrapping around her waist as we walked into our room.

She put me down on the bed, going on top of me. Her kisses roamed my body going from my lips to my neck. “Kate” I moaned out. “don’t. Don’t leave any hickeys.”

“mhm” she hummed against my skin. “let’s hurry up, hm?” Kate whispers, her voice low and husky. I nod eagerly.

“let’s take these off” She said, pulling my shorts and panties off. “So wet for me, ma.” She said, attaching her lips to my pussy.

“oh fuck” I moan out, gripping kate’s hair. I feel her smirk against me, speeding up her movements. “you taste so good” She hummed against my pussy.

“faster, kate. please” I moan out. “so needy” She rasped, moving her tongue faster. “kate. fuck. oh yes” I moan. she looked up at me, making eye contact as her tongue slid into me, finding the right spot.

“shit. right there.” I moan out, grinding my hips against her face. “fuck. feels so good. so good.” I moan. “Doing so good, baby” kate said, repeatedly hitting the same spot.

“fuck. i’m gonna cum.” I moan as my legs begin to shake, tightening my thighs around her head. “go ahead, ma. cum for me” Kate said, moving faster. Her words combined with that tongue of hers sent me over edge.

That tight knot in my stomach snapped. “oh fuck. mommy.” I moaned as i came. Kate smirked, looking up at me as she helped me ride my high out.

I felt her phone buzz from the side of me so i grabbed it, throwing it to her, very out of breath. “yeah?” Kate said, licking her lips.

“Bro, hurry the hell up.” Caitlin said. “aight, aight. we’re coming.” Kate said, out of breath. were ya’ll fucking or something? like why are you so out of breath?” Kennise said, popping her head into the phone.

“Bro. get the fuck off my phone. text me the restaurant you guys went to. we’re on the way” Kate said, hanging up. “We gotta go, baby. and you gotta fix that” Kate said, pointing to my shaking legs.

“Bro. shut up.” I said, getting up to get clothes out. “Watch that mouth of yours” Kate said. “shit. I’m so full off of eating you for lunch, i don’t know if i’m gonna get anything.” Kate added, laughing slightly.

I just rolled my eyes at her comment, walking into the bathroom to get ready.

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thanks for reading all the way through, as alwaysss!! guys this might be shit I literally rushed through this 😭😭.

anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

#basketball #wlw #cute #read please #wlw post #iowa wbb #caitlin clark #kate martin fic #kate martin #kate martin smut #smut #Spotify

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

#cw gore #WEEEE WHIPPING OUT ALL MY BELOVED PIXEL HORROR GAME SOUNDTRACKS FOR THIS ONE #STILL A WIP #SORTA. FORKSFORKSFORKS INSPIRED ME TO START WORKIN AT IT AGAIN. AND NOW IT LIVES. IT LIIIVEESS!!! #MOSLT.Y ATLEAST. I MIGHT MESS W IT MORE LATER. WE SHALL SEE. ANYWAY GABRIEL MONTEZ HUH. WOW POOR GUY #THERES A FASCINATING FEELING THAT COMES WITH BEING ON A OPERATING TABLE.AND BEING IN IMMENSE PAIN #ONE OF MY FONDEST MEMORIES IS LAYING ON A DENTIST CHAIR. SHAKING AND INVOLUNTARILY CRYING AFTER MANY MANY #NEEDLES TO MY THE MOUTH. I METABOLIZE THE NUMBING STUFF QUICKLY APPARENTLY. THEY NEEDED ALOT OF NUMBING SHOTS #BUT I WASNT AFRAID OR DISTRESSED. THE DENTIST WAS VERYVERY NICE AND ALSO UH. PRETTY. BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT #THE POINT IS. THAT IT WAS FASCINATING TO REALIZE MY PHYSICAL RESPONSE TO PAIN UNDER A CONTROLLED ENVIRONMENT #I DIDNT KNOW HOW EASY IT WAS TO SHAKE AND TO CRY PRYVIOUS TO THAT EXPERIENCE.MY DENTAL ADVENTURES CONTINUE #THEY CONTINUE TO HELP ME UNDERSTAND WHAT ITS LIKE FOR PAIN TO BOIL AWAY THE TIME. TO DISTORT THE PASSING HOURS AND CONSUME EVERY THOUGHT #DO YOU REMEMBER PAIN? THE MOST SEVERE PAIN IN YOUR LIFE? NOW WILL YOU IMAGINE RED LIGHTS? RED LIGHTS AND SHIFTING FIGURES #NOW WILL YOU IMAGINE PAIN UNRELENTING.PAIN WORLD SHATTERING.PAIN IMMORTAL.CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING PULLED APART #THE HUMAN MIND CAN ONLY WITHSTAND SO MUCH PAIN BEFORE IT SHUTS DOWN AND HIDES.IT NEEDS TO PROTECT ITSELF AFTERALL. PAIN CAN ALTER #PAIN SHIFTS THE CHEMISTY OF THE MIND OF THE FLESH OF THE SOUL. FOR HUMANS ATLEAST. BUT YOU ARE NO LONGER HUMAN #YOU CHOSE OTHERWISE DIDNT YOU BOY.BECAUSE YOU WANTED MORE.STATUS.POWER.APPROVAL.SECURITY.SAFET.Y. #OHHH YOU CAN WITHSTAND THE PAIN FOR THAT. FOR ALL THAT. YOU WERENT TOLD THERE WOULD BE PAIN BUT YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WERE PROMISED. #ITS ALL WORTH IT IN THE END. NOW LETS JUST HOPE SOME BLONDE TWERP DOESNT PROVE TO BE STRONGER THAN THE STRONGEST PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE #LETS HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. I LOST MY TRAIN O THOUGHT #anyway dawww poorr gabeee that shit probably huuurrrrtttss but so much time has passed that your body got tired of screaming and squirming #why havnt you passed out yet? maybe you might as well have at this point. like sleeping with your eyes open and your nerves awake #OH HEY FUNFACT ABT THE ART. I FOUGHT W IT ALOT. TOOK A LONG WHILE FOR ME TO BE REMOTELY HAPPY W THIS. #i was thinking abt pixel horror video games when i made it.just as i do with all great things ofc ofc #i love you pixel horror game i love yooouuuuu.i struggled so much w the colors for so LONNGG UHGHGHGH but im finally happy...im finally fre

[cottoncandyswisherz]

1-800-CHOKE-DAT-HOE

this is long for no fucking reason im sorry.

chris x dealer!oc

warnings: putting a stereotyping bitch in her place, swearing.

this day fucking sucks. 

its no secret that tasia hated both of her jobs. but amazon was in a special place in her brain that held hatred that she specifically reserved for her father, rapists, and dentists.

but it paid the bills and kept the police off her ass. selling drugs was helping as well, but most of that income went to her college fund. 

yes, she was 20 years old, and in college, and still adding to her college fund. 

but it wasn't her fault. her parents didn't exactly do their job in the education department but she made good grades in high school and she got into college. she wanted to be able to say that everything that happened all meant something. that it was worth it.

that she was worth it.

so for now, she slaved away at amazon. slinging boxed into trucks with the dumbest species on the planet. 

men. 

"bro, earth is FLAT! why do you think the water from the ocean doesnt fall of the earth?"

she stopped listening right there. put in her airpods and blasted her "real nigga" playlist. everything was going smooth for about an hour. tasia was vibing to "catch a b" by maf teeski when the bitch from the front desk came up and tapped her on the shoulder with her bony ass finger. 

"ms. edmond. you have a few boys waiting for you up at the front." 

boys? who the fuck is at my-

tasia couldnt even finish her though when fake blondie started her usual shit. "i usually dont allow visitors during employees working hours. i told the gentlemen that your shift ends 5 minutes and to come back, but they were very... persistent about speaking to you immediately." 

shawty is really tweaking over 5 minutes?

tasia rolled her eyes and began trudging to the front of the large building. because she was loading boxes in the back, her shift would end by the time she got up there anyway. 

when she arrived, she was relieved to see chris, matt and nick literally twiddling their thumbs. when they saw the lanky girl walking up they got off the wall, almost in sync. 

nick picked up a box the size of jupiter while chris fixed his hair and rolled up the sleeves of his blue hoodie. 

seeing the box, made tasia remember her conversation with nick last night. he had to return some furniture.

"hellooo" nick said with a smile. the two had been texting a little bit for the week that had passed since the party. 

"hey bookie." she gave a genuine smile, which surprised her, which is why it didnt last long. she looked at matt and chris gaving them a quick "hey".

"he gets a 'bookie' AND a smile and all we get is a 'hey'?"  chris feigned hurt and pointed at his brothers with his jaw dropped,

this made tasia snort before replying with "i dont know you two bozos." followed by "but let me try again, for your benefit." she pretended to get into character, slapping a huge fake smile on her face. "O. M. G. hi guys! im just so happy to see you!" with that, her face fell and she asked if that was better.

"i think i like the 'hey' better..." matt muttered, with a face of confusion.

"i thought so." the girl chuckled and turned back to nick. "okay let me take this and meet you at the desk.

when they got to the desk she put in the information she needed to identify the purchase. "okay you have the card you used to pay for it right?"

"uuuh yes. hold on." nick search his wallet, eventually finding his card and handing it to his new friend.

when the transaction was finished, and nick got the confirmation text that his money had returned to his account he asked tasia when she was getting off.

"im actually off now. and i gotta hurry and get my stuff before i miss the next bus."

"bus?" nick questioned.

"yes, bus. yknow the big purple thing you get on to get from point a to point b?"

"i know what a fucking bus is. i just dont know why you're taking the bus when we have a car." nick rebuttled.

"because i live in compton and yall live 5 minutes from the hills?" what tasia was saying was a fact, but she said more like a question, mainly because she thought this was obvious.

"well come with us to do a few things and then we'll take you home." now anyone else would have jumped at the opportunity to get a free ride across town.

tasia was not like anyone else.

"why would you do that?"

"because i dont fuck with these two and i need someone else in the back seat with me."

"fair enough."

instagram pictures had been taken, happy ice had been eaten and legos had been bought.

now it was time for tasia to go back home.

"okay give me your phone so i can put my address in."

"okay but i have to stop by the house so i can get jaiyahs earrings." matt said, passing her his phone.

"...why are her earrings at your house?" tasia questioned with a quizzical look on her face.

"because she was hammered the other night and asked me to pick her up and take her home. she took her earrings off in the car and i kept them in my room." matt answered bluntly.

"its true. he asked me to come with him because he was nervous." chris cosigned.

"whatever. but if we're stopping i need to pee."

"thats fine." matt said.

"i know its fine. im just letting you know im gonna be using your bathroom."

-

when they arrived at the triplets house, tasia wasnt even surprised by the size of it. she knew they made good money. she didnt say anything other than ask where the bathroom was, which chris was happy to answer.

she did her business and found her way to the living room, where chris was going through a big box.

"whats that?" tasia asked.

"theyre hoodies for my brand." chris answer, handing her the sweatshirt.

she admired the blue hoodie, with white letting. it was soft. she could tell it was comfortable. so she did the first thing that came to her mind.

she put it on.

and chris damn near lost his fucking mind.

tasia, the girl who'd been haunting his frontal lobe to point of needing a lobotomy, was in his living room, in biker shorts and the hoodie that he designed. he wanted to have this moment forever.

he needed to have this moment forever.

"oh you have to let me take some pictures of you in it." he chuckled.

"absolutely not." tasia shook her head.

"come one pleeeaaase?" chris begged.

"i dont even have social media." she argued.

"then i dont have to tag you. even better."

"fine."

"YES!" chris shouted and pulled out his phone, placing her against the white wall and telling her to smile.

"do i look like the smiling type?" tasia asked.

"well at least pose." he rolled his eyes.

"how the fuck am i supposed to pose." she urged. "i dont know how to model."

"youre not modelling. youre taking pictures in a fire ass hoodie." he laughed and moved to position her in a way that would look good to show off his brand.

they continued this for about 5 minutes, him, positioning her body and taking pictures, her keeping the same neutral expression on her face.

in these 5 minutes the two individuals had realized some very important things.

tasia realized that if anyone was this close to her besides jaiye that she's try her best to remove a limb from their body. but not chris. she was allowing him into her bubble and she didnt even feel nervous about it. it felt natural. like he was supposed to be there.

chris realized that he never paid attention to the was a woman smelled until tasia. he realized she smelled like coco butter. not coco butter lotion but real coco butter. the kind that are in matts candles. he also realized that he'd shoot layla in the face for a chance to see tasia wear his brand again.

speak of the devil and she shall come.

"chrissy?" he heard her dreadful voice call out the nickname that only his mother and grandmothers were allowed to call him.

while chris was trying not to vomit, tasia was holding back a laugh at the sound of his nickname. "chrissy?" she asked.

"dont even think about it." he put a finger in her face and turned to the entrance of the living room, where layla was walking in.

emphasis on was.

she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a girl she didnt recognize so close to chris.

"whos this?" layla asked, pointing at tasia.

"oh thats tasia. shes nicks friend. i was just show-" he was cut off by layla asking

"she cant talk or something?"

tasias eyebrows rose to the tippy-top of her head as she whipped her head in chris' direction, giving him the chance to check her before she does.

"shut up layla. she doesnt owe you a response because you asked me who she was."

"shut up?" layla feigned hurt. "you shut told me to shut up in from of whoever she is?"

taking a step towards 'layla' tasia started with "girl-" but was cut off by chris grabbing her elbow.

"tasia. please." he pleaded with her.

it was at this time that nick and matt returned from upstairs and froze at the situation before them. they had two options.

help defuse the situation and take tasia home as quckly as possible, leaving chris to deal with layla.

or

2. sit back and watch this funny ass shit unfold.

obviously they chose option 2 and skirted around the three. this shit looked like a standoff from a western movie.

only more anticipating.

"layla i just told you her name. i told you to come at 6. its 4:30. why the fuck are you in my house, and how'd you get in?" chris asked, trying to distract her from tasia, who didnt do a single thing wrong.

"i was coming to make you dinner. i wanted to surprise you. but i was the one surprised when i come in here and see you all up on inmate 23-" layla was cut off by tasia slapping the fuck out of her then grabbing her neck in both hands, restricting laylas airflow.

"oh shit!" nick and matt said at the same time.

"now because im cool with your dude, im not gonna fuck you up. but imma let you know right fucking now that if you ever address me as anything other than my fucking name, i wont let it slide." tasia said, then released laylas throat.

layla coughed and caught her breath, then proceeded to do what she does best. annoy the fuck out people. "who the fuck do you think you are bi-"

another slap. "you're not a quick learner are you?" tasia teased and punched layla in the jaw so hard that she fell over, still clutching her face.

"chris, get your lap dog under control before i catch a case." she motioned towards the girl on the floor. "nick, get me something frozen for my hand. and matt, did you get jaiyes earrings?" tasia asked, turning to where the two boys had been sitting on the couch.

they were zoned in on chris, trying to console and scold layla, who was starting to get hysterical on the floor. their jaws were an inch away from the ground and their eyes were bugging out of their head.

"HELLO?" tasia yelled, snapping them back into reality. nick got up and scurried to the freezer, while matt got up and retrieved the previously mentioned earrings from his pocket showing her that he had competed the task they'd come here for in the first place.

"great. now take me back to the fucking hood." tasia ordered.

tasia was now in bed, having showered, wrapped up her hair, and cleaned her piercings.

she was reading her book in a state of peace, not even thinking about the events that took place earlier.

shit like that didn't even phase her anymore. she was black with a face tat and multiple piercings and she went to a pwi. she dealt with judgment every day of her life.

she didnt hit chris' girlfriend because she was the first person to ever disrespect her. she hit her because she couldn't hit the white boys who laughed when she walked into her ethical law class. or any class that she walked into on her college campus.

the situation may have been small but the principle was big as shit.

tasia was pulled out of her blissful book when she heard her phone ring. it was a facetime from number she didn't recognize.

nonetheless, she knew jaiye was out and wasnt declining any phone calls until her bestie was home. so she answered.

only to be met with chris' face.

"chris? how'd you get my number?"

"nick." chris' eyes were focused on her and she hated that she like it.

"oh."

"yeah." chris said, awkwardly scratching his chin. "look i dont mean to bother you. its just i wanted to say sorry for layla and that i put you in that position."

"its chill." tasia shrugged, closing her book and setting it to the side. "you wanted your pictures. did you at least get any good ones?"

"yeah theyre great." chris replied with a goofy smile..

"you sure? i wouldn't wanna fuck up your hoodie."

"tasia. trust me when i say that you could make a burlap sack look good." chris replied. the smile was gone and he was now dead serious. "but i gotta go, nick wants to watch drag race. but im gonna send you some of the pictured okay?" he said, getting up.

"okay." tasia smiled, which shocked her, causing her to hang up without saying bye, something she hated doing.

not even 20 seconds later she phone dinged again, showing that chris has sent the pictured to her, like he said he would.

to say tasia was shocked by what she saw on the screen would be an understatement.

(pretend its the lue fresh love hoodie pls and thx, management)

chris had made her look so pretty. and the way she wasn't even trying made her even more surprised.

that night, she fell asleep thinking about those pictures.

how much she enjoyed taking them, despite her hatred for pictures of herself. how much she enjoyed chris being so close. how beautiful she looked while in her resting face.

ho. lee. fuck.

she like chris.

niyah speaks💗

okay last one! im boutta knock tf out because its 4 am. comment if you wanna be on the taglist.

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and my mommy i mean me.)

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[fuck-customers]

I have been following you guys for awhile and have had so many fuck customers moments but last week I had the one that takes the cake because I thought I was about to die. I figured it was worth submitting.

For some backstory, I'm a graphic designer at a signs & awards shop. We do A LOT of different stuff for A LOT of different people/companies. (Including vehicle wraps, this is important for later.) I had been working with a set of customers (3 guys, also important) with a design for a while and they were being difficult. Nitpicking everything, wanting me to use copyrighted images, not understanding that I am not a magician and cant just poof exactly what they want into existence. I need TIME to do things and they aren't my only customers. They also don't have emails so all proofs were done by them coming into the shop.

So last Thursday I woke up with a terrible sore throat after going to bed feeling like garbage the night before. I'm super prone to strep throats so I scheduled an appointment at 8:30 am to get a test done. I could have scheduled earlier but I knew the customers were coming by at 8:00 am to see the designs and I wanted to be there.

I clock in at 7:45 am and have everything ready for them. By 8:20 am they have still not shown up and I can't wait any longer to head to my appointment. Thankfully I tested negative and when I got back to work by boss told me they were in at 9:30 and wanted to talk to me about the design and would come back by at 3:00 pm. I said cool and went about my day.

At 2:00 pm I get a call from my husband saying he was injured at work. He is a PE teacher at a school for kids with behavior issues so it's not unusual that he has an injury however this was a head injury and the on site nurse is going to take a look and make sure it doesn't need stitches and stops bleeding. Cause you know head wounds.

At 3:15 pm, my guys still haven't shown up. My husband is cleared as not needing anything immediately but is calling the company's workman's comp to get stuff sorted. He can't drive so he has a coworker drop him off at my job. He's chilling with me while I keep working and he takes care of the calls. Around 3:45 he realizes the head wound is still bleeding some and he needs to go to the walk in. I head out at 4:00 pm and my boss says he will take care of the guys if they bother to show up. My husband ended up needing two staples and is doing fine.

The next morning, I get to work around 7:45 am. There is a white truck, our company truck and a couple of my coworkers cars in the parking lot. Because we do a lot of vehicle wraps its not unusual for there to be vehicles dropped off overnight so I think nothing of the white truck. But as I am approaching the door and pulling my keys out I hear some doors slam and a male voice say "Not getting away from us this time!"

Guys, I thought I was about to die! Who says that to a woman alone in a parking lot? I spin around prepared to chuck my coffee and run when I realize it's the customers. I glare at them before turning back around and heading in the door. After I clocked in I had my boss wait on them. I also handed the order off to one of my male coworkers because I am not messing with them anymore. You can't blame me for not being there when you consistently miss appointments and then scare the shit out of me before I am even clocked in.

Posted by admin Rodney

[captainlondonman]

SKIN COP

It had been a fucking great night. Joss was out with all his skin mates at his favourite pub downing the beers, puffing on the ciggies and his best skin band was playing. All the lads jumping up and down chanting Oi Oi Oi.

‘It don’t get much better than this,’ he thought. ‘Us skins are the best. We know how to enjoy, and fuck everyone else. Shit I’m pissed’ but who cares .’

He stumbled out of the pub and as he walked up the road he needed a good piss. ‘No fucking wonder after all that beer,’ he said to himself

So turning into an alley he unzipped his bleachers and pulled his cock out.

‘Fucking great knob I got.’ he said as he let a steamy stinking bright yellow piss stream out from his cock. As he let rip with the  piss he gave his knob and good shake and was about to stuff it back in his bleachers, probably not having shaken enough so he’d get a good wet patch showing, when he suddenly felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

‘So relieving yourself in a public place are you?’ he heard a deep voice behind him

‘What the fuck.’ he answered trying to spin round to kick the living shit out of the guy but the strong determined hand kept him rooted.

‘Think you are a skin basher eh? I wouldn’t try it if I was you. Doesn’t help to try it on with a police officer. You know what they say about the strong arm of the law.’

‘Now turn around and don’t try anything with those Rangers of  yours.’

Joss turned around to give the copper a murderous look.

He was a good 6’ tall, built like a brick shithouse with police uniform but open neck white shirt showing chest hair, and full HIViz yellow padded protective top. He was wearing his cap but Joss could see he had a shaved head. He looked like a bulldog and Joss quickly decided he was not going to punch the guy.

‘So you think you can pee in a public place and that’s OK?’

‘Christ I was desperate and there was no way I would make it home without pissing all the way down me bleachers.’

‘Well we don’t want your bleachers ruined do we,’ he said sarcastically. ‘I can arrest you and take you in for this.’ he added jangling his handcuffs

‘You’ve got to be bloody joking.’

‘I don’t joke you dirty little skinhead.’ The policeman leant forward putting his face almost up against Joss’s ‘The law is the law and you’ve just broken it.’

‘It was only a piss’

‘Looked to me a bloody long steaming one at that. I was watching you.’

‘Christ so you saw me take my prick out and the whole fucking pee.’

‘I did’

So what are you going to do? Did you get off watching me? Are you taking me in.’

‘Don’t be so fucking cheeky and I’m thinking about it. Its what you deserve but then maybe there is a way out of it that you may prefer.’

‘Thank god so tell me.’

The policeman took hold of Joss’s wrist and thrust his hand into the policeman’s crotch.  Joss’s hand was around the guy’s cock.

‘Fucking hell mate is that your truncheon? And you have a right boner there from seeing me piss. A right fucking bulge.’

Joss let his hand move up and down the shaft stroking it through the black thick fabric.

‘Looks as if you might prefer the alternative, skin boy’

‘Are you being serious?’

‘Well the way you are rubbing my dick makes you look pretty serious so you know what you need to do next and now guide that hand of yours to my zip. It’s either this way or I arrest you.’

Joss knew exactly what he had to do as his cock was now filling up his bleachers and straining at the denim.

‘Fuck what a turn on.’ he thought. ‘Rubbing a coppers prick. And a good big prick at that.’

Joss slowly unzipped the policeman’s fly and let his hand inside.

Christ the guy was wearing no underpants and Joss could feel his dick pushing against the material. The guy had a right boner, a good thick shaft and large cut head. Joss let his hand rub against the cock skin admiring its size

‘Well skin boy, no point of it staying in there. Let me get it out for you.’

Pushing Joss’s eager hand away the policemen put his own hand inside and eased his dick out and as he released it, it sprang up almost vertical, gleaming in the night light.

‘Don’t just stare at it. Get your mouth round it and kneel. I like to see a skin kneeling in front of the police. Not so full of yourself now. Bet you’ve never sucked off a copper before have you. I’m going to love seeing a skin give me a blow job.’

The policeman stood with his legs astride and grabbing Joss’s head pushed him into the kneeling position.

‘Well don’t just look at my big cock, suck it. Let me feel that spit of your over my nice shiny head. I take no prisoners and I want to feel those lips of yours tight against by balls and Hiviz jacket.’

‘Christ,’ thought Joss, ‘I’ve done many things with guys but never sucked off a cop and shit its making feel fucking horny with him in full uniform, cap and all.’

There was no time to think as the cop took hold of Joss’s head and rammed it down his shaft making Joss almost gag but he knew he had to obey and take the full length. The cop was obviously wanting to shoot his load without being seen.

‘Bet you love sucking off a policeman in full kit eh?’ The cop sneered ‘I love a skin in all his macho gear in front of me doing as he is told. Makes me even more horny and tell you what boy you’ve had a few cocks down that throat of yours the way you are gobbling me. You like big dick and mine is just right for you. I love my hands on that shaved head of yours, just like mine, more manly but I am the top here.’

Joss’s mouth was firmly stuck against the cop’s balls and he could feel the padded hiviz jacket against his head. The cop took hold again of Joss’s head and started to manhandle it up and down his shaft.

‘Not such a brave skin now are you, you little shit with a policeman’s cock rammed down your throat. That’s it you little bugger suck it and then you will feel me fill that throat of yours with my spunk.’

Hearing the cop speak like this had Joss’s cock straining and pulsating inside his bleachers. He was so busy sucking and his hands gripping what part of the coppers shaft was not in his mouth that he could not undo his own flies. He was now wound up to a frenzy and wanted every drop the cop could spurt down his throat. Joss started moaning with pure delight

‘I knew you loved cock the moment I saw you take out that prick of yours, that tight arse of yours in your bleachers, made for a fuck even if you think you’re a real tough nut. I love seeing a skin like you work on that thick dick of mine and hearing you moan has me ready to shoot. So take it all you dirty little skin.’

With a final push and ramming his cock as far down Joss’s throat as he could go so that his pubes were rubbing against Joss’s face the cop erupted his spunk.

Feeling the cream speeding all the way down inside him was too much for Joss and with a loud moan his cock exploded inside his bleachers and he felt his cum moving down inside and making a wide wet patch all across his flies. Joss sat back exhausted while the cop stood back and shoved his dripping cock back into his police trousers he looked down at Joss. ‘Don’t know how you are going to hide that getting home but no one will guess you came because you sucked off a cop. You’ve got a lot of spunk there so I guess you enjoy you blow job.

‘For a copper it was fucking great. Hope that’s me off the hook now.’

‘Well not quite, he replied scribbling down a note which he passed to Joss.

‘Follow this and you will be Ok otherwise I know where you hang out and I’ll come after you. Use your jacket to cover that cock of yours you and

wipe my cum of your mouth before you go anywhere. Good night.’

Joss looked at the paper and it gave an address. ‘Be there tomorrow and don’t be late or you will regret it.’

‘Christ what is going on. It looks like a home address. Shit I ain’t going round to any cop’s home. But as he thought about the blow job he had given and his cock started swelling up again. No matter what he felt about going he knew he had to find out. The next evening he found the address and pressed the bell to the house. Joss only had skin gear but he had purposely worn the cum stained bleachers from last night with his oxblood DMs, a black Lonsdale T shirt and of course the bomber jacket He was a skin head so why dress different and anyway that is all he wore. The door opened and the cop was standing there is a T shirt and jeans and bare feet.

‘I knew you would come, so have a beer and loosen up a bit mate. I have an idea. We will start by you taking off all your clothes.’

‘What in front of you?’

‘Yes, in fact there is no asking, I am telling you. Get your bloody clothes off now.’ Even though not in police gear the guy demanded obeying and Joss quickly did as he was told but sat down to unlace his boots and take off his white socks. Almost like an innocent he stood naked with his hands over his cock to hide himself and not knowing what was coming next.

‘Well that wasn’t too bad was it. So now go into the next room and put on the clothes I have laid out for you and then return here. Got it?’

Without replying Joss went into the room and closed the door behind him.

He could not believe what was lying spread out on the bed. It was a full police uniform, his uniform.

‘Fuck whoever thought I’d get into police gear but its gonna to be a bit big but worth the fun. His idea.’

Joss first put on the black socks then the white short sleeved shirt open necked, then the black thick police trousers which had the belt attached with handcuffs, baton and walkie talkie

‘Fuck it’s the real thing.’ Joss said to himself.

Then the shiny heavy soled black boots and the yellow HiViz padded protective jacket. It felt good. Finally the last item, the police cap  which fitted his head and came down low on his forehead. Joss stood in front of the long mirror to stare at his reflection.

‘Fuck it looks bloody great, perhaps a bit big but I look a real cop. I’m the law.’ With the cap set low and his legs apart he started to feel his cock rise and as it hardened down the inside of the trousers he started to feel really horny and in need of some action.

‘God knows what I expect when I open the door but there had better be some sex in this.’

He opened the door and stepped back into the room and suddenly his eyes were out on stalks.

The cop was standing in his full skin gear which was moulded to his body, from the bomber jacket to the T shirt and those bleachers had never seen so much of a thick cock down the denim leg. It looked almost like a third leg, a huge bloody bulge, the bleachers set into his oxblood boots. But the guy was standing there holding Joss’s dirty smelly white socks clenched in his hands, sniffing the rank smell. Not only was he sniffing but he had some of the sock stuffed into his mouth chomping  and was clearly so turned on.

Something suddenly snapped inside Joss’s head

‘What the fuck do you think you are doing you dirty skin’ Joss snorted. ‘You can’t go around getting off on other people’s sock you fucking towrag. I’m telling you as a cop. You will have to pay for this.’

‘Stupid fucking cop you what you gonna do about it?’ I’m a fucking skin, you don’t tell me what to do.’

‘Is that right. You do as I say, I’m the boss here not you.’

‘Aw fuck off.’

And with that Joss took off the handcuffs and like lightening caught the guy’s hand and snapped on the cuffs while he was still clenching the socks.

‘There you are now, a bloody skin in cuffs. Just what all skins should be in. Now get down on your knees scumbag.’

‘Fuck you, you cop.’

‘I said get down or else I’ll take this baton to you. Your choice.’

The guy got down on his knees facing Joss’s police crotch.

‘See this cock of mine, well its bloody bursting inside these trousers and needs a good seeing to and who is best at cock sucking but you, you skinhead. I love skins giving me a blow job.’

Joss undid his flies and pulled out his hard cock straight into the face of the skinhead in front of him.

‘Not a bad bit of meat for you to get down your throat eh.. Let me see you drop a nice load of spit onto my shaft.’

The cop did as he was told and let and mighty gob on allowing Joss to take his hand and rub it up and down the shaft.

‘Now get on with it and let me see that mouth of yours disappear into my balls.’

As the cop opened his mouth wide to take Joss’s thick prick so Joss took one of the booted feet and brought it up sharply between the cop’s legs rubbing it into the bleachers.

‘That cock of yours is sure needing released so why not get it out still with your handcuffs on.’

The cop let down his flies and managed to get both hands down inside and pull out a meaty cock already showing signs of precum from acting out.’

‘Don’t worry too much about that cock of yours, its mine you need to concentrate on.’

Joss took hold of the guy’s head and rammed it fully up to the hilt.

‘That’s it you skin choke of my prick. Get it right down the back of your throat. Suck and suck hard.’

Joss was determined to the skin take all his spunk and was pushing his full length in and out with increasing speed.

‘Why don’t you start on your own cock you shitty little scum. Let me see you wank while you suck me off. Now let me unload in you.  Get ready to swallow all my cum.’

With his hands around the skin’s neck Joss gave a final push forwards to shoot his load down the throat the guy gulping but not quick enough as the cum spilt out his mouth and down his chin. Taking so much cum was too much and still with his handcuffs on his hand gave a final rub and he shot a great arc of cum all over Joss’s policeman trousers.

The two guys stood facing one another.

‘Well are you going to uncuff me now mate?’

‘Tempted not to, but Christ that was a bloody good blow job so OK.’

‘Thought you might like a bit of role play and to know what its like to be a cop and be sucked by a skin.’

‘Bloody amazing. Perhaps I should join the force after this.’

Probably not a good idea mate, you are hot enough being a skinhead. So get your clothes off and now I need to have my trousers cleaned after so much of my own cum over them. Get back into your clothes.

Joss got back into his own gear and had the chance to see the cop standing naked in front of him.

‘Fucking great bod you got there.’

‘Us police all look great. Now get the fuck out and back to you mates.’

Joss’s head was spinning.

‘Fuck sucking off a cop and then having him suck me and what a blow job he gives.’

Next night Joss went to the Skinhead pub but for some reason all his mates were not there, probably gone down to the coast for the binge. He was standing at the bar quietly drinking his pint when he felt that hand on his shoulder. He didn’t need to look round as he knew who that grip belonged to.

‘Fuck me not a cop in here?’

‘No not a cop.’ said this familiar voice

Joss turned to view and it was not the cop , well it was him but he was standing there is full skin gear and not just any gear. He was wearing 22 hole black Rangers that came half way up his massive legs and pair of light bleachers and what a fucking packet he had showing, A Black Fred perry shirt and black A1 jacket

‘Fucking hell mate. Is that your gear?’

What do you think. If you had checked my cupboard you’d have seen it stuffed with skin gear. I don’t usually come here because I am a cop but I knew you might be here so thought it worth the risk and sure enough . So can I get you a pint. By the way no Cop here its Ben.’

‘Shit man sure yes.’

The two started talking the cop or Ben telling him he had been a skin on the quiet for ages. Had always been turned on by boots and bleachers and the fact the guys were all tough and threatening .

As they stood talking Joss was suddenly aware that Ben’s hand had started to unzip the rear zip of his bleachers and little by little as the zip went down so his arse opened up more. Once the zip was nicely down Ben’s finger started playing with his hole. He dipped his finger in the beer and then moved it around Joss’s hole slowly pushing up and moving it around. Joss let his arse move out to be worked on a bit more and he responded by letting his hand move down to Ben’s crotch. As he moved his hand over the lump so he could feel it responding and grow rapidly in his hand.

‘Fucking hell man you know how to turn a skin on.’

‘Don’t know about you but my cock is throbbing having my finger up your hole and like it or not but I really need a good fuck now.’

‘Tell you what that’s two of us. Knowing that big cock of yours and now feeling it full size in my hand I want that up me big time.’

‘Then let’s get into that alley before I explode my cum into my bleachers’. The two guys virtually raced out of the pub and down the side alley, Ben keeping a firm hand on Joss’s arse.

Once up the alley Ben pushed Joss up against the wall.

‘Fuck man I need to get my cock up that arse of yours so let’s not muck around

Put your hands up against the wall and stick that nice meaty arse of your out. While you are at it you’d better unzip that cock of yours and get it out cause my hand is going to be round that shaft of yours.’

Ben took hold of the rear of the bleachers and pulled Joss’s cheeks wide.

‘Nice hole you have mate. Just ripe for a skin’s cock and a nice big cock at that.’

The cop unzipped himself and pulled out the fully erect prick that was half way down his bleachers.

‘Fuck man I already have a nice bit of precum on my head. Just needs a good drop of my spit to be ready for you.’

Ben let a large gob drop onto his prick and rubbed it to cover the entire shaft.

‘Jesus am I throbbing or what. Now get those legs of yours apart and keep your hands up. This is a skin fucking you now.’

Ben eased his cock in line with Joss’s hole and started to push

‘Stick your fucking arse out to take it mate.’

As Joss pushed his arse out so the cops cock slid in further and further until joss could him the whole way in and feel the cops balls pushing against him.

‘That’s it boy feel this thick cock of mine all the way up you. Let’s see what you are like.’

And with that the cop took his hand and brought it out onto Joss’s cock working his way down the shaft until he came to the raw head.

‘I’m not the only one with some precum. I can feel that cock of yours throbbing and ready to cum once my spunk gets all the way up you. Let me give you a good rub. Like me wanking you boy whilst I fuck.’

‘Shit man having you fuck me as a skin is even better than you being the cop. I only get fucked by skins and you are one of the best.’

‘Right let me ride you now.’

The cop skin started to move his cock up and down Joss’s arsehole, slowly at first and increasing as his breathing became faster.

‘That’s it boy keep your arse out and let me fuck you. I want you to cum all over the wall and leave your mark.’

The more the cop fucked the more he wanked Joss.

‘I’m ready now to explode so take all my spunk, my balls are heavy with all I have for you. Once more push and it’s all yours.’

Hearing the cop shout to him and have his breathing hard into his neck was too much for Joss and he shouted

‘I’m fucking cumming man.’

‘Yeah me too take it boy take my spunk’

The two shot their load at the same time one against the brick wall and the other roaring up Joss’s arse.

The cop sank against Joss’s back

‘I fucking needed that. Having a blow job is one thing but Christ I really wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you.’

‘Tell you what mate when you stood naked in front of me the other day I wanted that cock of your all the way up and you don’t disappoint.’

As they zipped up Joss turned and said.

‘You are one thing as a cop but I prefer you as a skin like me.’

‘Then Skin it is from now on, but you and me are now fuck buddies got that.’

‘Suits me.’

[wc-confessions]

Alright I have a feeling this might get some people mad but I think it might need to be said, I think some people in this fandom are getting a little too...I guess "restrictive" (for lack of a better word) on what others ship. I'm all for pointing out a ship is weird or gross but I think people are getting a little silly about it

(Disclaimer: NO, IM NOT A PROSHIPPER, I ACTUALLY THINK THAT STUFF IS PRETTY NASTY)

In any other fandom, doing shit like shipping cousins (of any kind) would be weird, but this is Warrior Cats and literally nobody can keep track of who is who's cousin or aunt or distantly related half-nephew or whatever. It especially gets me when the characters are only related through some family tree bs and most people wouldn't even know they're related in the first place

As for ages, most people apply the logic that if the characters met while one was an adult and the other wasn't, then it's weird. Which I can mostly agree with, but the issue is that it makes a whole lot of ships supposedly weird

(Although I think one thing we can all agree on is that mentor x apprentice ships are odd. Get out of here OneWhite and TinySparrow)

Y'know what here's some examples of ships that would supposedly be weird to ship in the fandom's eyes if we apply all of this:

TawnyFeather (second cousins)

BrackenSorrel (Brackenfur has his warrior name by the time Sorreltail is born)

MothPool (substantially interacted while Leafpool was still young)

IvyFern (like, third cousins?? And Ivypool was a warrior before Fernsong was even born)

BreezeHeather (Second cousins?? Retcons made Ashfoot and Onestar siblings)

BlossomThorn (like a 6 year age gap where they were in the same clan)

WhistleFrost (Whistlepaw got the Whitewing treatment and is around Splashtail's age)

Does anyone see a problem??

My point is that Warriors has such a strange way of doing things and pairing cats together that almost every ship is gonna have something strange going on. I think there are lines to be drawn (for example everyone knows that Cloudtail and Squirrel are cousins so shipping them would be weird), but if not even a character knows who they're related to and ends up marrying their first cousin then how are the fans supposed to care

This also applies to ships that would literally never work out in canon but could have an interesting dynamic, like DarkTiger (yes guys, I know that they're first cousins and Darkstripe was his apprentice-but keep in mind that those are both re-connect as hell and never even mentioned in book. I'm pretty sure most people think of it as a one-sided thing anyways) or HawkMud or fucking OneFire or whatever

I have a lot to say but that's the gist of it. These things have nuance, especially in a series like this where everybody is related and nobody even knows it or characters age kinda weird

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#text #confession #anonymous #warrior cats

[vinnystarman]

EDDSWORLD LORE ANALYSIS BUT I'M ABSOLUTELY DERANGED!!!!

"Wait this thing has LORE????" Yes!!! IT HAS LORE

I just rewatched eddsworld for the 2334idfk443th time in a row and realized I haven't seen (not that there isn't I just haven't seen) people talking about the fact that the series seems to have a really weird (and quite frankly fragile) canon, this goes to some minor details like differences between the stages of the series (retro, classical, legacy and beyond) and other stuff like how I think we actually kind of know what in the actuall hell was Tord even doing in those 8 years between his original departure and the end in eddsworld legacy BUT I'M GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF before we start I want to make some points clear for the sake of clarity:

☆ I will be talking about the series and it's characters specifically in the context of the series, for example: I know why Tord the irl person left the series but I would be speaking only about Tord's (the character) departure, the same goes to any other irl event that had an impact on the series

☆ keep in mind this is only what I think (even though I think i'm absolutely right about everything) so if you disagree in any of my points that's absolutely fine!

☆ I will be speculating about future stuff so take all of those bits with a grain of salt because i'm a great observer but (unfortunatelly) not god so I can't acurrately see the future lolz

so…. how do we start?

well… we could start strong by one of the most interesting points I thought about!

as ridiculous as it sounds, i'm pretty convinced that Tom always knew about Tord's laboratory! and I have proof of it actually

one of the most solid proof I have appears in the episode "The Snogre" to be fair, that episode is gonna come up A LOT in this so you might want to re watch it first :3

in the minute 1:57 Tom apears with a "snow tank" that he uses to defeat the snogre, later, him and Edd have this exchange:

How'd you build that snow tank so fast?

Snow tank? (the snow falls off the ACTUALL TANK TOM CASUALLY IS OPERATING???)

this tank has the (i don't know how to call it so let's just say) serial number "CDT-01" which at the time was a nice little nudge to "moving targets" since it's the same tank the guys use in that episode but in this post "The end" world it should be noted that the "CDT-01" tank also appears in the minute 3:25 meaning up to that point the only way to access the tank was getting into Tord's laboratory and figure out what to press to get it (This tank might also be the one portrayed in movie makers but it's most likely that they are the same tank since they have the same serial number and in moving targets, this tank is stolen from Paul in that same episode AND THIS IS RELATED TO SOMETHING ELSE THAT I'M GONNA SAY HERE SO IT'S NOT A PLOT HOLE OK? BARE WITH ME)

the second one is that the lab was in Tom's room aka Tord's old room, this is the primary reason why Tord came back anyways, to get back to his laboratory (OR IS IT)

This is what I think happened:

Tom found a really suspicious button behind two frames (or one) maybe when he was moving his stuff into it and painting the walls (I highly doubt Tord had blue walls on his room), made a little mess trying to figure out what the actual fuck was going on, realized what it was and decided not to tell the guys because well… as we can see they LOVE pressing buttons and Tom knew it was gonna end up in catastrophe and shut his mouth because of that

that aside of ourselves, my second point:

The real reason why Tord was so hostile to Tom in the end wasn't (or at least not exclusively) because of his rivarly with him but more so because Tord wanted to capture monster Tom!

what do I mean by this? well to understand my point we need to understand how (i think) Tord and his army were operating at that time:

The red army as a whole has only been described once at this point in time and it was in the episode "Fun Dead" in the second 0:08 by the news lady as "Armed vigilantes" that were controlling the Zombie situation (that they [even though accidentally] caused) this meaning that as for now they aren't seen as a threat, on the contrary! They were helping the population! and maybe i'm giving Tord too much credit for this but I bet THAT (beeing seen as vigilantes and not some terrorist group) was intentional, you see, Tord is smart and a little manipulative, the most "evil" thing to do was letting the zombie infection run free and then take control of the post apocaliptic, in shambles world but he didn't, Why? you may ask; because he is more treacherous than Judas, that's why, maybe i'm looking a little too much into this but if this is the route he is going he would need more than one threat right? this is where monster Tom comes into play, I DON'T KNOW WHY ANY OF YOU HAVE EVER ASKED IT BUT WHY DID TOM BECAME A MONSTER RANDOMLY IN POWEREDD? I know it was hinted before that maybe he is half demon somehow??? BUT LIKE… MAYBE I'M DUMB BUT THAT'S WEIRD. And as the scientist he is (why don't I see more scientist Tord fanart?) Tord asked himself the same question, we know that because when we took a look into his laboratory we saw that he was studying monster Tom as it's shown in the end part 2 in the minute 2:42 (THIS GUY'S LAB IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK) this indicates that it isn't crazy to assume he was trying to take Tom out of his senses to get to monster Tom, because as we can see in that same episode he is wanted by the authorities for a large amount of money, probably because they got caught doing some sketchy stuff so, in an attempt to hype up his organization's reputation once more he tried to cause another problem for them to solve

this is what I think happened: Tord somehow knew about monster Tom and realized he could use him not only as another way to make his organization look like heroes to the public eye but also for studying (and maybe experimentation but not really sure since at that point Tord already had that weird chemical that gave life to stuff and converted people to zombies) he assumed the way to get to the monster was making Tom furious so that's what he tried, that's why he was specially hostile to Tom, that's why he was so surprised when Tom left the house (because i've seen people assume that was his objective but if it was then why did he looked so taken aback?)

continuing with Tord my next point is: We kind of know what Tord was up to all along and i'm not so sure he created the red army

WHAAAT???? VINCENT YOU ARE CRAZY FOR THAT ONE!!! WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT TORD DIDN'T CREATED THE RED ARMY? THAT'S LITERALLY HIS TRADE MARK!!! HE IS THE RED LEADER, EVERYWHERE HE GOES THE RED ARMY SYMBOL APPEARS!!!

well yes, that is true but just because he later on becomes the red leader it doesn't mean he created the red army as it is.

let me explain: in the episode "moving targets" not only do we are shown Tord's fondness of militaristic activities but also in the minute 6:12 we see Paul and some unnamed enemy base guard (that i'm pretty sure had a fanon name but I completely forgot oh well) and you may ask "ok so what?" ... Sir that's Paul, this openly states that before he joined the red army, Paul was with this other random army which if you look closely has a suspiciously similar design to the red army's uniform, not only that but again, in Tord's lab we can see a picture of 4 people (minute 2:42) and these people are: Tord, the enemy base guard marked with a big X (maybe he's dead or simply left the army), Paul and Patryck, this meaning that Tord knew them from before, now, as always, here is what I think happened: After his departure in the episode 25ft under the seat, Tord at some point found the enemy army from the episode moving targets and considering how the gang messed them up they weren't in the best conditions, so at some point between the episodes movie makers and space face Tord takes control of this army and makes it HIS red army, this could've been by force or (what I see more plausible but who knows) joined the army as it is and began working his way up until he ended up leader of it CONTINUING WITH TORD BECAUSE HE IS A SNEAKY BASTARD (i love him i hate him so much) WHAT IS GOING ON WITH HIS LAB??? Tord's laboratory even though solves some questions it opens up even MORE questions like these: HOW DID HE KNEW ABOUT MONSTER TOM IF HE ONLY APPEARED IN POWEREDD AND THAT EPISODE AIRED LONG AFTER HE LEFT?? WHY DOES HE HAVE BARRELS OF THE WEIRD LIFE-GIVING CHEMICAL FROM "THE SNOGRE" AND "FUN DEAD" IF THAT ALSO HAPPENED LONG AFTER HIS DEPARTURE??? WHY DID HE INSTALLED A SECURITY SYSTEM IN THE HOUSE???

WHAT DOES THE MAP WITH THE NOTE MEAN???

well I have answers for 3 of those 4 questions, so, hear me out on this one: Tord kept using his laboratory even after he left. THIS SOUNDS CRAZY AND IT IS BUT HEAR ME OUT.

in the end part one, even though he was let in by edd Tord tried to sneak into Tom's room anyway, and he did it in a way that showed that maybe, just maybe it wasn't his first time doing it and if we look at it from a strategic perspective it's basically the perfect place to hide something like that.

it's a place that no one would search him in because well... at that point it had been years since he left, it's just a normal house where three friends live, nothing suspicious going on with that so if he had his laboratory right there it would be convenient... Really convenient, this is the reason he has stuff from stuff he couldn't have possibly had from before, that's why he had time to build his giant robot, he had all the time he was living there and also when he wasn't, that's what he knew about monster tom. that's why he had pictures of his army friends, that's why he had the chemical, because he never truly left.

this would also make my first idea even more possible because Tom wasn't even surprised to see Tord's laboratory in his room and Tord wasn't surprised either to see Tom there, this meaning that maybe somehow they had seen eachother before, maybe while Tord was sneaking in or out and Tom in an act of friendship decided to not get Edd or Matt involved for their own good

AND NOW, LET'S STOP SPEAKING ABOUT TORD FOR A MOMENT BECAUSE I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT EDD.

IS FUTURE EDD GONNA PROTAGONIZE THE COMICS MATT SPOKE ABOUT IN HIS UPDATES VIDEO?????

I HAVE PLENTY OF REASONS TO THINK THAT WE ARE GOING TO SEE MORE ABOUT THE FUTURE BRIEFLY POSTRAYED IN WTFUTURE BECAUSE IF WE TAKE AN ACTUALL LOOK AT THE TEASERS MATT SHOWED THEY SHOW A FUTURISTIC CITY WITH DRONES AND SOMEONE WITH EDD'S DISTINCT HAIR AND FUTURE EDD'S COAT ENTERING A BUILDING THROUGH THE WINDOW SO IN MY OPINION WE ARE GOING TO GET EVEN MORE INSIGHT ON HOW'S THE WORLD DOING UNDER THE RED LEADER'S LEADERSHIP WHOHOOOOO long live cola

that aside because I got overly happy when I remembered that

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE LOBSTERS.

in the episodes "the surf and turf wars pt 1 and 2" we are presented with a new problem, for the ones that haven't seen it or don't remember, in the episodes, Matt gets turned into a lobster monster by a chemical with dubious origin, we actually have a name for this chemical! it's named "NM-8" and ok, this is maybe a far FAR stretch BUT I CAN'T POSSIBLY BE THE ONLY ONE WITH THE THEORIE THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE THIS CHEMICAL IS AN ADVANCED FORMULA OF THAT LIFE-GIVING CHEMICAL OF TORD'S I say this since both substances have similar effects, and according to this, in the same episode, the barrel of nm-8 ends up there anyways because while transporting the chemical THAT IS WIDELY STATED THE ORIGIN OF IT IS HIGLY CONFIDENTIAL NO QUESTIONS ASKED the ship hits a bump and when the captain asked "what happened" is sent to the brig because he broke the rule of not asking questions, this leading to the barrel falling overboard and ending up in the beach where it's found by Matt and the episode continues

who would need such level of secretism? who would need that much confidentiality? well I have certain people in mind, if we think about it from a narrative perspective it would make sense for the chemical to be property of the same guy (or guys) that made the other chemical to be responsible for it, maybe in some elaborate scheme to finally get back at the world after the giant robot fiasco and hey, maybe it was impossible before but now with the Tord Youtooz? WITH TORD APPEARING IN MATT'S VIDEO AS AN INTERRUPTION WITH THE STYLE OF A STOLEN TV SIGNAL???? IT'S PLAUSIBLE AND IT WOULD MAKE A LOT OF SENSE! but as always that is only speculation, I can't see the future, just theorize and communicate what I think and let's be honest, the next episode will probably be about the guys cleaning up the lobster mess (WHICH IS AMAZING AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE) but always remember, Tord ends up taking the world in the future anyways so stopping him right now, whatever he is up to is not really an option unless someone comes back from the future to help

AND THAT'S ALL SORRY IF IT'S MESSY, I STARTED WRITING THIS AT 3 AM AND HAD TO WRITE IT IN SEPARATED MOMENTS SO YEAH THE CONTINUITY IS NOT GREAT AND ALSO ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LENGUAJE SO YEAHHHHHH

#eddsworld #ew tord #eddsworld tord #ew tom #ew edd #ew matt #tom eddsworld #THIS IS LONG #please bare with me #im going insane #i spent way too long on this #I'm absolutely deranged

[gracev0609]

Need You Close Pt. 2

Josh Kiszka X Danny Wagner

Slash fic.

WC: 4k+

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Minors DNI, Slash, Explicit Sex, M/M, Male Masturbation,Edging, Cum Play.

Another installment of friends that fuck 🤭

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration

It was late and they were tired, the cabin lights of the tour bus were dimmed softly and each man's curtain was shut tightly. Unbeknownst to each other Josh and Danny were doing the same thing, at the same time, thinking about the same thing. Josh lightly skirted his hand down his stomach, his fingertips leaving a tingly sensation that amplified the growing need between his legs. His sweatpants were shoved down to his thighs and his cock was hard and ready pulsing against his abdomen. With a shaky exhale he opens his photos, finding the folder that kept his pictures from the last time he slept with Danny. He bites his tongue, stifling the moan that wants to escape when his eyes meet the sinful image of his cum decorating the hair of Danny's lower stomach. Wrapping his fingers around himself he gives his length a light stroke, enough to satiate the ache that has been building in his stomach all day. Unaware his friend Danny also had his sleep pants pushed down to his knees. He stuck his tongue out, clamping his teeth down onto his tongue as his fist picked up speed. His eyes were focused on his phone, following along with the sinful image. His eyes processing the erotic image of Josh's length, covered in creamy lube, penetrating his hole.

His eyes scrunch shut as his fist stops pumping, as he brought himself to the edge once more. He looked down at his cock, tip flushed red and leaking. As he calms down a lightbulb turns on in his brain. The man he's fantasizing about is laying in his bunk, a few feet away. Danny clicks on the button at the bottom of the picture, Share, and clicks on Josh's contact photo. He doesn't bother typing a message, the meaning is clear. I want you. A split second later another image from the set they took that night appears from Josh. They sent them at the same time. Muffled through the curtain he hears Josh giggle. Softly at first, but the laughter is contagious. What are the odds? He quickly joins in on the giggles, one slipping through his lips as he gives himself a few tugs to keep himself hard. He swipes over to the itinerary, his eyes scanning for hotel arrival time. Bringing up his text thread to Josh he types away.

1:35am Danny: The itinerary says we should be at the hotel in 2 hours, you wanna?

1:35am Josh: Text me your room number. I'll drop my stuff off and come right over.

1:36am Danny: Yeah you'll be coming alright 😉

Danny smirks when he hears Josh cuff a laugh, desperately trying to keep it down. A few moments later Danny thinks of another text for Josh.

1:41am Danny: You still have that cum lube right?

1:42am Josh: oh so you DID like it!

1:43am Danny: I think you know how much I liked it Josh…

They leave their conversation be, getting back to the task at hand. His eyes find the other pictures Josh took, his imagination running wild as his hand pumped furiously over himself. He felt his stomach clench, the fire burning low in his belly, Danny knew he was about to cum. He sets his phone down on his chest and grabs the small washcloth he took out from his suitcase, covering himself with the fabric. One more stroke of his practiced hand he burst, cumming into the soft material as images of Josh's naked body danced behind his eyelids. As he floated back down to Earth he smirked to himself as he heard the muffled gasps and moans of Josh reaching his peak in the bunk across from him.

With it being so late when they arrive at their hotel, almost everyone had been asleep or close to it in their bunks, and were all more than content to go straight up to their rooms for the night. Soft, sleepy, mumbled ‘goodnight’s are exchanged and all the guys go their separate ways to turn in for the night. As soon as Jake and Sam are out of sight, Josh drops his sluggish, tired facade and starts speedwalking towards his door.

He lets his bags drop down onto the bed, digging in the pocket of one of them for what he knows is secreted away in there. He breathes a little ‘aha!’ when he’s found it, letting the bottle of the creamy liquid rest on the bedside table while he changes into fresh pajamas. Even though he knows they’ll be coming off as soon as Danny’s door shuts behind him, he still wants to freshen up for him. He hurriedly brushes his teeth in the bathroom and looks himself over in the mirror. As soon as he’s dressed, lube hidden away in his inside jacket pocket, he carefully shuts the door behind him, not allowing it to make more than a barely there ‘click’ as the locks engage.

Knowing that he’s working on limited time until Josh is at his door, Danny rushes around the room, setting his things down neatly where they won’t be in the way. He makes sure not a single pillow on the bed is out of place, knowing damn well neither of them actually give a fuck about the pillows- he just wants it to be as nice and inviting as possible when Josh comes in without making it seem like he’s trying too hard. He slips into what he knows is one of Josh’s favorite things to see him in- some form-fitting grey sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, and a cut-up tank showing off his beautifully sculpted torso. He leaves his hair down for the moment, knowing Josh likes to watch him tie it back in the heat of the moment. He quickly brushes, rinses with a little mouthwash and glances over his reflection, making sure he’s ready.Not long after comes Josh’s soft tapping on the door, excitedly Danny crosses the room and opens the door for his friend, pressing him up against it with a sweet kiss as soon as it’s swung shut.

“Mmm, hi.” Josh mumbles against Danny’s lips, arms winding around his waist.

“I heard you on the bus, you know. Wanted to come in there so badly…” Danny whispers back, nose running along Josh’s jawline.

A small squeak emanates from the back of this throat,”I wouldn't have minded… maybe next time?”

Danny smiles into his neck, he can feel Josh's breathing pick up, and he cups his hand against Josh, his cock already hardening.

“Eager for me aren't you?”

Danny places hot wet kisses to the sensitive skin on Josh's throat, feeling him twitch and continue to harden under his palm.

A breathy,”Always,” slips from Josh's mouth.

Danny backs away, and Josh can feel his body crying out for more of his touch. He motions to the bed silently telling Josh to climb into it. Danny follows, pulling his tattered shirt off as he approaches the end of the bed. He smirks at the sight of the bottle of lube that Josh placed onto his nightstand,” You remembered it.”

Josh slides his oversized t shirt over his head from his seated position in the fluffy comforter,” I wouldn't forget such a request. Especially for you Danny.”

Danny crawls up the bed, pushing Josh to his back. He looms over Josh, his curls creating a curtain shielding their faces, Josh looks up at him, his eyes round and full of adoration.

“Ya know Danny, I kinda have a little crush on you.”

Danny barks a laugh, his eyes squinting,” I'd hope so! We keep ending up in bed together, I'd hope you'd have at least a little crush on me.”

Josh cranes his neck up, captures Danny's lips between his,” I want you. Want you to fuck me this time.”

“Yeah? How do you want it, Joshy?” Danny says in a near growl, tongue coming out to lick a broad stripe up the side of Josh’s neck.

Josh’s voice comes out as a whimper, Danny invading all his senses, “Ruin me. Please, daddy?” big doe eyes staring right into Danny’s. Danny’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, reeling himself in from what he really wants to do in that moment- fuck him until he can’t remember his own name. Which he will do, especially if Josh wants it that way- but he’s going to have his fun first.

He crashes his lips to Josh’s again, a sharp nip to his plush bottom lip making him gasp out a moan. His hands wander all over the expanse of Josh’s chest, trailing down his waist leaving little goosebumps in his wake. One of Josh’s hands moves to palm Danny over his sweats, feeling him already hard and aching for his touch. “You’re so hard,” Josh murmurs against Danny’s lips, “is that for me?”

Danny hums, fingers roaming over the bare skin of Josh’s abdomen. “You know it is.” He tangles one hand in Josh’s curls, tilting his head back exposing his throat to litter with kisses. One bite to the sensitive spot behind Josh’s ear has him whining Danny’s name, hips involuntarily bucking against his in a desperate attempt to gain friction. Danny gently squeezes Josh’s shoulders and Josh takes the hint without any further prompting, dropping to his knees in front of the bed before him.

As soon as his knees touch the carpet, he’s placing kisses and love bites over every inch of Danny he can access, letting his fingers play with the waistband of his sweats. His thumbs hook into the sides, sliding the material down as Danny raises his hips to make it easier, leaving Danny fully bare, all tan skin and rippling muscle against the stark white comforter. He takes Danny’s achingly hard length in hand, slowly stroking from base to tip while he litters the plush tip with soft kisses, just barely letting his teeth graze the underside. He pulses in Josh's grasp,he moans,” Do it again. Use your teeth again, felt nice.”

Gently Josh takes him deep into his mouth, softly raking his teeth up the length of his cock. Danny's breath shudders out as he moans, his back arching into Josh's touch. He leans up onto his elbows, his eyes dark and his hair messy,” Bite it a little bit.”

Josh's eyes flick to Danny's, wanting confirmation. Danny nods his head, as Josh's teeth press down on the swollen head of his cock. He applies gentle pressure, not enough to really hurt him.

Danny's jaw hangs slack, and he throws his head back in a moan once he feels the sensations of Josh's tongue swirling across his slit. His hips buck and immediately Josh eases the tension he has around his cock and he pulls off of him,” Like a little pain? That's really hot Danny.”

Josh stands and pushes his sweats off, letting his cock spring free, Danny pulls at his arm beckoning him back into bed,” Come on, get up here, gotta get you prepped. God, I wanna ruin you already.”

He lays down on the center of the bed, spreading his legs allowing Danny to get situated in between them. Carefully Danny lays down on his stomach, and spreads Josh's legs even further.

Josh speaks up, his eyes glued to the ceiling fan above him,” It. Uh- it shouldn't take too long to get me prepped. I had a plug in on the bus…”

A smirk grows on Danny's lips as his fingers trace soft circles against Josh's entrance, the hole still slightly slick with residual lube.

“So dirty Josh, fuck. Is that why you couldn't keep quiet baby? Hips rocking to feel that delicious pressure where you needed it while you fucked your fist.”

Dannys cock throbbed, pulsing as it was nestled in the sheets, the imagery and dirty talk was egging him on too.

Josh hands him the bottle of cum lube, now mostly empty,” Gonna have to get more soon, can't be out of your favorite,” he teases as he squirts a small amount on his fingers.

“Wait! I wanna flip over, wanna grind while you finger me.”

Danny sits up, allowing Josh to get into the position he wants, hitching one leg totally bent and open as he flexes his hips into the mattress. Danny lays beside him, pressing his hot length into Josh's thick thigh as his lubed fingers find his entrance once more. Gently he eases them in, resistance less than he remembers it being from before.

“All the way Danny, I can take two.”

Danny trusts him, having his pointer finger join his middle. In and out he finger fucks him in time with his thrusts. His mind spirals as his eyes hone in on the creamy lube gathering around the base of his fingers. The visual appearing like he's finger fucking his cum back into him.

Josh’s moans steadily grow louder and needier, the feeling of Danny’s fingers stretching him out simultaneously too much and not enough. He curls his fingers just right and Josh’s need overtakes his patience, “more. Please, I need more,” his voice shakes a bit as his hand maneuvers behind him to tightly grip Danny’s wrist.

He slows the pace of his hips rocking into the mattress when Danny retracts his first two fingers, pushing back in with the addition of his ring finger. The additional stretch comes with a slight sting that’s instantly forgotten as soon as Danny finds that sweet spot again, his body practically melting into the bed as he abuses that spot.

It doesn’t take long for Josh to speak up again, begging for more, “Fuck, please- I’m ready. I need you, need your cock.” he whines, hips pushing back into Danny’s fingers like even his body was pleading for Danny, outside of Josh’s control. Danny leans down and kisses over the small of Josh’s back while he slips his fingers out of him and coats his length in the slick, creamy fluid.

“Turn over, pretty boy. I wanna see your face when I fuckin’ ruin you.” Danny growls, mouth moving a little lower to leave a trail of kisses along the swell of Josh’s ass before sinking his teeth into the softness of his inner thigh.

Josh flips himself over and Danny has to just take him in for a moment- lips kiss-swollen and slick from being licked and bitten, eyes dark with pure lust, cock flushed red, twitching and leaking where it rests against his stomach. “Fuck.” Danny groans, unable to resist- he leans in and sucks Josh’s swollen tip between his lips, flicking his tongue over his slit, savoring the taste of his precum on his tongue. Josh gasps, back arching at the unexpected sensation of Danny’s mouth.

“Daddy, please!” Josh cries out, hips thrusting without intending to, sending his length further down Danny’s throat making him force back a gag. Danny’s strong hands grip both Josh’s hips, pinning them down to the bed eliciting a pitiful whimper from Josh’s lips. Danny takes the hair tie wrapped around his wrist between his teeth before haphazardly tying his mane of curls back, little tendrils escaping here and there framing his beautiful face.

“Needy boy just needs to be taken care of, huh? Couldn’t even wait for me, had to fuck yourself on the bus like the desperate little slut you are. I bet you imagined it was me deep inside of you too, didn’t you baby?” He taunts, crawling over Josh’s body taking his own cock in hand lining himself up. Josh's eyes roll and clamp shut, the pleasure of Danny sliding inside of him instantly removing the bratty thoughts. Danny stills once he's buried inside, letting Josh adjust. He peppers little kisses on the damp skin of his forehead and his nose,” Feel okay?”

Josh pants, hips wiggling, clenching around him,”Please move! I need it fuck I need it.”

Gently he rolls his hips forward, and Josh claws at his own chest, nails digging into his soft pectoral muscles,” You feel so good!”

Danny grits his teeth as Josh clenches around him, already greedy. Josh's hand snakes down, grasping himself already desperate.

Danny slows his hips, his clean hand coming up to pet Josh's hair back,” Slow down baby, you're working yourself up already. Just feel me, you know I'll make you feel good.”

He takes some steady inhales calming himself,”You're right. I know you will.”

“I need you to stop clenching so hard, or it'll be over before you know it.”

Josh continues to relax his body,” There you go, there's my good boy.”

He picks up the pace, his hips rolling at a steady in and out his tip nudging against the spot Josh loves so much.

Whines and moans freely flow from Josh's lips,” More Danny please! Touch me.”

Danny stills once more, grabbing the bottle of lube, theatrically dripping it onto Josh's tip. His eyes flick to Josh's face and he sees his cheeks reddened and his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you like that Joshy? Want me to stroke your pretty cock with your cum? It'll feel so, so good. I wanna be covered in it, all hot and silky on my skin. Does my pretty boy want to be edged? Get so, so close to bursting, making you beg for me to let you go?’

Danny smiles as Josh cries and whimpers beneath him, the word yes spilling from his lips like a mantra. Danny situates himself up on his knees, pulling Josh's hips into his lap, one of his hands holds his hip in an iron grip and the other loosely strokes his length. He can't help but grin when he feels him already pulsing in his hand. His hand increases speed along with his thrusts, pushing him closer to the release he's going to deny.

“More! More Danny, please please please!”

He increases his speed and pressure once again, railing him into the mattress. Danny looks at Josh, eyes full of love and adoration as he desperately thrashes underneath him.

“Stop! Stop! I'm gonna cum, stop!”

Danny removes his hand letting his length fall back against his stomach watching it swell. He slows his hips, leaning forward kissing Josh softly as he comes back from the edge of release. Despite knowing Josh like the back of his hand and having complete faith in his own ability to know when Josh is ready to keep going, Danny still waits for the cue from him before starting to move again. “You’re such a good boy, Josh. Telling me when you’re close so you don’t cum without permission.” Danny coos, leaning down to steal a kiss, chuckling softly when Josh’s lips try to chase his own after pulling away.

The amount of time it takes for Josh to be teetering on the edge of coming undone is much shorter this time, Danny’s cock pounding into him relentlessly effectively pushing any other thoughts out of his head. His eyes flutter as Danny reduces him to nothing but a needy, whimpering mess, no longer wishing to serve any purpose other than being a warm place for Danny to put his cock. When Danny’s hand wraps around Josh’s length once more, Josh’s eyes snap open, a high pitched moan tearing from his chest. “Don’t! Fuck, wait.” He breathes, squeezing Danny’s hand in his own, stopping his movements. Danny freezes, awaiting further instructions, worried he may have pushed too far. “If you touch me right now I’ll cum. Please, I wanna hold on for you.” Josh begs, the fucked-out tone in his voice the sweetest sound in Danny’s ears. Danny’s hips still as well, opting to let Josh fully recover before he starts up again, not willing to let the fun be over just yet.

At Josh’s soft, breathy ‘okay, now’, Danny’s hips resume their rhythm, rocking in and out steadily, gradually building up his pace. “Fuck, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock like this. So soft, so warm, so fucking perfect.” Danny moans out between thrusts. By edging Josh he’s also denying himself and his desire is roaring through him now, blind to anything other than the incessant need. Josh’s eyes roll back and he can barely even register the noises both of them are making with the overwhelming pleasure rolling through his whole body.

“Danny-“ Josh groans, any coherent thought long gone as he nears the brink once again.

“You close, pretty boy?” Danny croons, teasing his thumb over Josh’s tip making him shudder.

“Y-yes, fuck, stop!” His eyes are screwed shut and his breathing is labored, abdomen decorated with his own precum as well as the little droplets of lube that Danny had dripped on him. Josh lets out one long exhale as he comes down from yet another denied high, part of him wanting to cum but the other part wanting to see how far Danny is going to take it.

“Tell me Josh. Does it feel good?” Danny grunts, trailing his fingers across Josh’s chest before pinching a nipple.

“Push them up for me,” Danny says, grabbing at the sides of Josh's pecs, smushing them together like a pair of tits. Josh's hands take over, keeping his chest squished, giggling,” There's not that much there!”

Danny smirks, lowering his face to his chest, nuzzling into his soft squishy skin, before placing his mouth over his hardened nipple. His tongue swirling wet circles around the bud,” Fuck! That's good!”

Danny can't help it, his body is aching for relief, his hips start pounding into Josh, he starts chasing his high while his mouth worships his chest. Josh can barely hold on either, being denied too many times tonight.

Pitiful whines and cries escape his mouth, his head thrown back into the pillows. Red blotchiness covers his cheeks, neck and chest. A pool of sweat has gathered between his makeshift cleavage,” If you don't stop I'm gonna cum…”

Danny's breath is labored, his hair frizzy and disheveled,” I want you to Josh, I'm close too.”

In between gasps Josh pants out,”I want it in me this time,fuck, fill me up Danny.”

As those words leave his mouth, Danny's eyes roll and the only thing left on his mind is pleasure. His hips continue their grueling pace until they're stuttering, and Danny groans. Noise ripping deep from within his chest as he meets his end, emptying his hot load inside of the beautiful man beneath him.

The unique sensation of being filled is what drives Josh completely off the edge, his cock swells and bursts as his hips buck. White ropes of his release paint his stomach as his hand squeezes and milks out the last few drops he has left.

His body feels numb, his mind is hazy floating along on a cloud. Josh shivers as Danny's hot tongue comes in contact with his sweat cooled skin, lapping at the few dots of his mess that have splattered further up his chest. He shivers again as Danny's middle and ring finger swipe through the puddle on his stomach, gathering it. His jaw hangs slack as he watches him bring his fingers around, stuffing his own back entrance with Josh's mess.

A high pitched whine slips through his lips,”Danny…. So fucking hot.”

Danny leans down, capturing Josh's pouty lips between his own,” Gonna pull out now baby.”

As gently as he can he pulls his now soft length from his abused entrance, his eyes hone in on his mess dripping from his fluttering hole,” Wanna see it Joshy? I can take more pictures.”

“Please…”

He takes the few steps towards his nightstand, leaving Josh blissful in the middle of the bed. He's sure his limbs feel like jelly.

“Spread your legs wide for me,” he says zooming in and taking a few pictures.

“Can I take a video Josh?” Asking with his finger hovering over the record button.

Breathy he replies,” Yeah, that's fine.”

After hitting the button he watches as his hole clenches, trying to keep his mess in. Without thinking too much about it, his hand gathers what has dripped out, and he gently pushes it back inside.

“Good boy, keep it there.”

He stops recording, putting his phone back on his nightstand, and plugging the charger in. Josh, barely coherent, asks,” Can I stay? I don't feel like getting up, I don't really know if I can right now.”

“You know you're always more than welcome to stay.” Danny turns on his heel, going to the bathroom to get him supplies, a hot washcloth and the bottle of Tylenol.

When he gets back to the bed he smiles, Josh not moving an inch,”Gonna clean you up and then you've gotta sit up and take these. I didn't exactly go easy on you.”

Josh sighs and the warm damp cloth caresses his sensitive skin, cleaning up the mess the best it can.

Begrudgingly he sits up in bed, grabbing the water and pills Danny has in his outstretched hand,” Thank you. My lower back is sore already.”

Danny juts out his bottom lip, he was hoping to avoid causing him discomfort,” Come. Lay on me and I'll rub your back.”

Danny gets in bed, getting comfortable and opening his arms to let Josh lay in them. The smaller man's body fitting perfectly against his own, he brings his palms to the small of his back, kneading the sore muscles. He can feel him melting against him,” You did so good for me Josh.”

Danny's hands wander, rubbing his soothing touch over his shoulders, and his hips.

Josh places soft, barely awake kisses against his neck, whispering,” Thank you for taking care of me. I love you Danny.”

Danny turns his head, pressing his lips to the shaved side of Josh's head,” I love you too Josh, I'll always take care of you.”

The labels on their relationship didn't matter, Danny would always be whatever Josh needed he was so easy to love.

#gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #danny gvf #danny wagner #gvf fanfiction #gvf smut #greta van slash #greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fleet #josh kiszka smut #danny wagner smut #josh x danny

[twilightprince101]

Played Indigo Park chapter 1 last night. It was a pleasant little experience, got some thoughts about it

-So, first off. It's very clear all the designs here were done by a furry. Which I'll admit gives some extra points in my book. I am not immune to the Glamrock Lion Lloyd. Though the models themselves were kind of lacking. It's clear that this is the dev's first game, which he admits to, so I'm willing to give it a pass in exchange for the vision he's going for.

-This is Pure Uncut Mascot Horror. Chapter-based release system, heavy focus on the central characters/monsters, an innocent place is now abandoned and full of said monsters, already there's merch of these guys despite it being released ten days ago. Which can be fine, but considering that the creator said that "his ambition for the game's scope will grow in response to attention Indigo Park gets" can be a rocky road, as that's what Bendy went through (and it wasn't really that fun for me).

-I also don't know if it was intentional or not but. Thank you for clearly telegraphing the scares in advance? And not having sudden SCREAM IN YOUR FACE type jumpscares. As someone who struggles with those, they can be Not Fun

-Rambley is clearly the main attraction for this whole ride, and I'll admit he's got some charm. The game makes a clear effort to show that he is a sentient A.I., one that can make mistakes but is nonetheless genuine (mixes up directions, drives away during Lloyd's segment, "COME ON IN NEW STAFF!"), and also very much lonely. From what little we get of him in chapter one, he has a clear character and planned character development route and that's something people can latch onto in terms of engagement and story, which is something a LOT more games like this need to do

-That being said, I hope he *stays* an A.I. From FNAF to Bendy to Poppy, there almost seems to be this like, underlying desire to do a twist where "they were actually real people the whole time!" And again, that CAN work. But I feel there's unmarked territory for exploring sentient and existential A.I. stories. That one scene of Glam Freddy getting existential in the Endoskeleton room is still circulating in my brain and all my friends KNOW my thoughts about Security Breach.

-Considering that Molly fucking Gets Beheaded And Bleeds in the Act 1 finale it's very likely there's some sinister stuff going on in the park, perhaps pulling a Bendy and making Real Life Characters. That's fine. It can work. But if they're showing that Rambley and his struggles with isolation/loneliness is the main focus, then I hope they deliver. This game doesn't need a climactic "good vs evil" ending with whatever's going on with Salem. As long as they suitably explore Rambley as a character, that will be fine in my book

-Just. Please. No more momentum-based stuff with the trampolines. I was stuck in that chase scene for like eight minutes because I couldn't figure those out. Take away the jump button if you must, that did functionally nothing except mess me up.

So yeah. 7/10, decent experience and good potential. Here's hoping it delivers on that

#indigo park #rambley the raccoon #indigo park rambley #indigo park lloyd #indigo park salem #indigo park mollie #indigo park spoilers #twi talks #spoilers

[the-togepi-man]

The boy you (and maybe shawn?) have a crush on

Sure, im a little high and he wont see this since he doesn't use tumblr. Dunno if I'll ever get the chance to tell him all this so

I cant speak for Sean, who I knows really enjoys his company but falls for people a lot slower-

But I think he's a great guy. He's gives off this very aloof vibe, but he's incredibly smart and very sharp with his wit and observations. The first time He, Sean, and I hung out together - those two talked about how they listen to NPR and the Economist in the morning. It was goofy but thats when I first noticed myself getting flustered. He cares about his friends and his relationships very much, as do I. SO while polyamours people don't HAVE to all date each other it's insanely important to me that Sean enjoys their company too

He and Sean also have this rapport and bounce off each other so well that it's just hard to not roll your eyes but get caught up in it. He's got this really cute smile, and when you make a jab at him or catch him off guard his opens his mouth with this goofy smile and his cheeks turn bright red. His eyes also twinkle a little when he gets excited. And even though he doesn't like eye contact, if the conversation is important he maintains it to show how much he's listening. Also after he does his hair - a few hours in to the day the very front of it has one curl that drops down on to his forehead and its adorable as all fuck

He's passionate about the things he's interested in, and even more passionate about staying true to himself. It's very clear that he wants to live his life as who he is, and I think that more people should aspire to do. He puts his passions and his friends first and does his absolute best to make sure he sticks to all the plans he makes with them. When i first asked him to make plans with us, I was thinking "ah yeah he might fade away like everyone else" but then the next day he followed up with plans for a happy hour. When I point out things I am really interested in he asks questions and says "oh we will have to watch that some time" or "or ill have to try that." He and Sean inspire me to try new foods and do new things I normally wouldn't. Sean's helped me grow a lot, but when he and Sean both commit to something I start to see how much I was missing out on

Small break from his personality- he's also SUPER hot. Like just tall, gorgeous, great body, hairy chest, great cuddle buddy, beautiful eyes, comforting smile, and from what I recall a good kisser- among other things.

He has a lot of parts to his personality and every time we hang out I feel like a learn more in a good way. Like every time we hang out it's a new discovery. With that said, he's also not high maintenance. I love going out and doing fun stuff with him and Sean, but I also love that we can just grab some drinks, hop on the couch, cuddle up and watch something together or listen to music together. He puts on songs sometimes that remind me of my childhood and sitting around at my grandparents house listening to my family talk while I fell asleep to the music

That might be the hardest part about not saying all this to him, - but he feels like he really fits right in to place with Sean and I, not like I've ever felt before. And of course I've talked to Sean about all this (Because Sean is the fucking BEST- and someone would have to really be awesome to have an impact on both of us). Anyhow, he just seems like such a wonderful person that we'd both fight the standards of society to have in our lives.

So all in all, I am just glad I can be his friend more than anything. Thanks anon for letting me get this out! It felt good to type it since again, dunno if he will ever get to hear me say it- nor would he need to hear it. He can handle his life on his own- I just hope I get to be a supporting member for the rest of it :)

#tbh its for the best he doesnt read this #i dont want to scare him away #'cause more than anything he's our pal and hopefully always will be :) #adding a tag so i can find this if one day i do get to tell him #cras

[oflgtfol]

MarvelDC anon x5 sorry im back again I just wanted to say I agree 100% with everything you say and don’t rly have anything to add there that isnt just recycling your points. It’s genuinely fucking crazy how the entire point of the superhero in 90% of cases is that they are vigilantes who operate outside of the legal system and yet so many of them are given plot lines about how the cops or the military are Awesome. Or like will show them buddy buddy with cops or the government. LIKE STOP ITTTT. STOP ITTTTT. And most of the time too it’s for characters where them being hyper connected with the government etc makes their overall story Worse. Ill use flash as an example bc You Know that guy but I LOVE flash I love him as a disabled character struggling w addiction issues for personal reasons BUT HIM LOSING HIS LEGS LIKE SHOOTING PEOPLE IN THE SWANA REGION AND THEN BECOMING A GOVERNMENT GUY IS SO FUCKING ASSSSSSS IT MAKES HIM WORSE AS A CHARACTER AND A PERSON IN A WAY THAT ISNT INTERESTING BECAUSE THEY NEVER SAY ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT!!!!! Like why the fuck did Flash even become disabled in regard to Going To Commit Imperialism For The U. S. A like NYC gets destroyed on the daily!!!! Have him lose his legs by a building falling on top of him!!!! Im spitballing ideas here but why wasn’t Venom Flash uhhhhhh Him Losing his legs in an event like that, in conjunction with him saving someone else, since this is the era of Symby and Eddie's breakup Symby is slithering along + sees this and helps him out, bc you know they can make their own choices and do what they want and maybe they wanna be a hero too even for a moment, then like maybe a few months later or whatever They Meet again and Symby is like hey….. I felt something when we bonded for that brief time. Im going through something rough too right now (The Divorce) so why don’t we try something new together. AND NOW BOOM. you can have Flash as Venom. Now without the stupid venom as addiction metaphor too! Like if you really fucking want you can include stuff about the government trying to manipulate them or whatever but as a whole this would have been so much better of an angle to start venom flash with but NO that we DIDNT GET Because Of The Military Complex meaning We Cant Ever Have Good Things

i know this is so controversial among the venom fans but like i'm really not that attached to flash lmfao i know nothing about him he's just some guy to me i just know he's so much better than mac gargan cuz by god that was a dark time for venom comics.

so now i'm the one nodding along with you and not adding anything lol. i trust you to come up with a better backstory for him because i literally don't know anything about him beyond the vaguest outline. i don't even know what war he fought in that he lost his legs to i dont know Anything. eddie some little absolute freak to me but flash is just some guy

Like if you really fucking want you can include stuff about the government trying to manipulate them or whatever but as a whole this would have been so much better of an angle to start venom flash with but NO that we DIDNT GET Because Of The Military Complex meaning We Cant Ever Have Good Things

i do have to say though that this is totally how i thought venom 2011 was going to go. the first like, four-ish issues got my hopes up so much. i really honestly thought it was going to be drawing parallels between symby and flash how they are ultimately just tools of the government, just weapons that can be discarded in pushing the military's agenda.

this whole page drove me insane at the time and it still kinda does. the way flash is lying directly to his superior to stay with symby longer despite how much he's been drilled that being with the symbiote too long is a danger. they aren't friends yet this early but there's still this impulse to stick with it. and it's because they're parallels!!! the symbiote is quite literally being treated as a mindless tool by the government - it's deprived of all rights that a sentient, sapient being requires. it's trapped and it's being forced into serving and fighting on behalf of a government that doesn't even care for it. likewise, flash is being given the illusion of choice, and to some extent he still does have a choice, but he's being so manipulated by the government here that really he is also just a mindless tool for them - or at least, they want him to be mindless about it. the final fucking panel at the bottom of the final page is crazy.

it was such a strong start to a run that i was very apprehensive about due to aforementioned lack of knowledge of flash as a character, and my general fed-up-ness with the way the comics had been handling venom and eddie in general during that irl time period. so i was so so hoping that it would be taking a blatant and staunch anti-military stance, or even at the bare minimum if it was even still done in a liberal way, as long as there was still SOME criticism of the military complex i would be jumping for joy. and the idea of flash and symby then also bonding during all that?!! crazy. but then it just kinda. goes off the fucking rails halfway through that run/??? like demons and hell and satan kinda off the rails. absolute bonkers. i need to reread venom 2011 actually i barely remember it it was like a fever dream to me. could have been because i descended into madness shortly after i read it but i digress

#side note is this the same anon as the v2003 sexism one cuz lol #we are out here critically analyzing marvel comics for all their spoken and unspoken biases prejudices and propagandas #ask #Anonymous #v posting #re: what war flash fought in #pretty sure i saw in some ASM issues he was in vietnam #but then also pretty sure i saw in .. some other issues. cant remember which. that he was in afghanistan #and it's like so incredibly dystopian to me that the US is such a war mongering machine that fucking superhero comics need to #adapt their characters to whatever war we're currently waging across the globe

[kouyou-arc-when]

helloo!

this is just based on a passing thought I had so it's kinda random 😅

may I ask what you HC or think about Dazai's birthday during his port mafia days? Like, do you think Mori gave him presents, did the Buraiha trio greet him, etc?

Hey there, thanks for dropping by! <3 Again, apologies for not replying earlier <3 So, this is inspired by things I've seen in Mayoi and other supplementary material, like how Osamu appears to react to holidays in general. In Mayoi Dazai has this Christmas card. In it, Mori forces him to come to this Christmas party or some sort of event like that, and Dazai looks so fucking done that he has to attend - I swear, he looks like a wet cat whenever he's upset, which is so adorable. However, he later hangs out with Ango and Oda and seems cutely happy about it. Osamu goes like "oh, we managed to gather". You can definitely see that's his comfort place - he really looks adorably peaceful in that one animation Aside from that instance, in the letter you receive when purchasing volumes on the BSD anniversary, Dazai mentions that time holds no significance for him, implying that he doesn't celebrate or enjoy anniversaries at all. I got the impression that he feels the same way about birthdays, perhaps because they serve as a reminder that he doesn't want to continue living and how much time he has spent being alive, yet not much has changed regardless. In some way, all these normal human activities people do to celebrate life are probably painful and suffocating to him. My guess is that Dazai doesn't really care much about his birthday, and it all probably meant even less to him during the Port Mafia era when he was much grumpier. He strikes me as the type of person who wouldn't even disclose his actual birthdate to others just so they wouldn't bother him. I mean the guy used to live in the most impersonally decorated shipping container in SB. However, secretly, I imagine he would make sure to spend time with Oda and Ango on his bday. He would appear more cheerful than usual, simply happy that they were able to meet. His friends wouldn't even be aware that it's a special day, but he would know, and that's all that matters. Quality time definitely feels like his love language. My guess is that the only person who'd know it's his birthday would be Mori, who would give him the most proper gift ever - a tie, suit, something of that type. Dazai would be so done with it, but he'd probably use whatever he gets, since he tends to hold onto stuff people give him? (he wore the coat Mori gave him, and cared enough to burn it, then there are the matches too). I can't imagine Mori giving him something Dazai wouldn't use - considering how classy Mori is with his gifts and lifestyle (like the guy goes everywhere with a limo).

I could also envision him using "it's my birthdaay~" as an excuse to tease Chuuya - with the latter trying to be nice to him one day of the year. He would do his most™  to be super fucking annoying and try to get away with it, saying things like "you're so mean to me on my birthday." Chuuya would probably try to tolerate him more than usual, and Dazai would keep pushing until Chuuya finally loses his patience. It'd probably be super fucking amusing to Dazai to see how much Chuuya could tolerate just because it's his special day. But yeah, I feel like Dazai would have a mix of emotions on his birthday, and he'd want to spend the day with the only people who remind him why life is actually good - Ango and, especially, Odasaku. this was a fun question to think about <3

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu

[possiblyawesometmblr]

me, slapping the roof of the Stupid Rich People Underwater Death Tube: you could get so many tma statements outta this bad boy

#thinking about that post that's like #what if they found the sub and opened it and it was completely empty #or what if they opened it and there were only four people with no sign of the fifth #shit like that #i know the buried is rubbing its lil dirt hands together over this one #peter lukas watching this happen from one of his boats like #damn that's fucked #like i know we do fucked stuff but that's fucked my guy #tma #the magnus archives #oceangate #titan submersible #titanic

[sporkberries]

True Loves Kiss ( when kissing the messiah/the anti-christ please be cautious. though it may draw you out of the lonely it could also lead to severe facial scarring, but hey, you score either way!)

#jonmartin kissed in the lonely to me btw #im normal :) #jon braid agenda #also i think of jon kissing martin almost as cpr which is why martin is so despondent #my guy was GONE #lost in the sauce(the lonely) #dont like the JM one that much but i dont wanna look at it anymore :) #so fuck it we ball #need to stop posting stuff i dont like but if i dont do that ill never post anything ever and i quite like posting #im a poster #catch me posting #sorry im drunk time for real tags #tma #spork art #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #agnes montague #jack barnabas #i bet agnes and jack have a ship name but i dont know it #the magnus archives #thats it i think #anyways im gonna go to bed and wakeup with a hangover #gonna queue this actually #dont want notifications till i am OUT

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS #REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT #NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS #THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS. #ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of #another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY.. #i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her #idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had #when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them. #but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore. #but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think #i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow. #ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that #AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE #I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME #THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE #WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL #in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad #this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks- #-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl- #-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi #gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show #i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!! #anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM