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peterparkersnose · 1 year

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hey there, first i would like to thank you for taking my request cause i love your writing so much and it is a special request that I could only read from you, it's a joel miller x fem reader, fluff age gap (ofc not illegal), i find so much comfort in your joel's fics, so, thanks again and wishing you the best. <33

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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: age gap, ellie plays matchmaker (common troupe), alcohol consumption, drunk confessions, mutual pining, anxiety and overthinking, this is a heavy dialouge fic, joel being awkward, just general awkwardness but fluff at the end I promise :)

a/n huge shoutout to the person who asked this! i was silly while editing this and accidentally deleted their ask, and they were kind enough to resubmit it for me. also, just a side note almost in every one of my joel fics there is an age gap, I just don't normally specify it but with this one they really deep dive in to it. I'm sorry but I am a younger person, I don't think I could write from the viewpoint of someone close to my parents age.

summary Ellie tries to set Y/N and Joel up on a date

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It was past closing time in the bar. Maria, Tommy, and Joel sat around the dimly lit bar at the last table. Tommy had assured the bartender that he would close up; Tommy was more than capable to.

“Truth or dare,” the drunk man slurred. All three of them were collectively wasted. Joel sighed, downing another shot. He felt seconds later that he shouldn’t have. “Truth.” Joel spit out. This seemed like the hundredth round of this childish game Maria insisted on playing.

“Who in all of the population here would you want to bang in bed on your last night alive?”

Joel knew the answer immediately. A secret he had been keeping to himself for the few years he has known you. And the secret he had been denying and denying for so long. He knew Tommy was fishing for something. But that last shot began to ring through his system as he spoke. He let out a disappointed sign.

“Y/N.”

Maria snorted, almost falling out of her chair. Tommy looked at Joel with his brows furrowed. “What?” Joel asked in defense. “Joel, ain’t she like 20?”

“22.” he said in defense. There wasn’t much to defend, he was a great much older than you. And Joel was more ashamed than ever. He had known you since you were 19, ever since you helped escort Ellie across the country. It felt gross, it felt wrong. But whenever he thought of you, something just couldn’t resist. Your mannerisms, the way your voice sounded, how you responded to maturely to everything. You were an old soul, one that Joel got along with well. Crossing the platonic line never crossed his mind until he settled down in Jackson.

Joel’s eyes darted to the floor. “Hey, you said anyone!” he argued. Maria could not contain her laughter, almost falling on the floor. “Whatever. You guys suck.” he said, pushing his glass of whiskey that was almost finished off towards Tommy. Joel got up and began to leave. “I shouldn’t have said nothin’.”

“Hey!” Tommy yelled after him, over Maria’s laughing. “Quit it,” he muttered at her, making her laugh even more. “Joel-”

It was too late. He drunkenly made his way down the street and to his house. The light in your bedroom was still on he noticed. Joel wasn’t being a stalker and being weird, but you were his neighbor. What were you doing up so late? Reading something he figured. Or talking with Ellie, the girl really seemed to never shut up. As he was about to turn away, you came to the window. Confused of why Joel was out so late, you opened it. The cool spring breeze entered your room.

Joel seemed to panic, and pretended to have not noticed you at all.

“Miller!” he heard you yell. He stopped in his tracts and turned around. “L/N!” he called back. The repetition of your gesture towards him made you smile.

“What you doing up so late? Don’t you have patrol with me tomorrow morning?”

Joel let out a sigh. His hands rested on his hips. “God, is that tomorrow?” he lied. He totally knew. He was looking forward to it all week. “Yup. 7 sharp. Better get to bed, old man.”

The old man comment definitely hurt his ego. He couldn’t pick up on it, but that was your way of flirting. Teasing almost. But to Joel it just proved to himself that you just wanted to be friends—when you totally wanted the opposite.

“And what are you doing up so late?”

You held up the landline phone in to view. “Ellie,” you sighed. “Get some sleep!” he called, and began to head back to his house. The vision of you in your nightgown was getting too much for him, making him realize he wanted things he never thought he could ever want again. “Goodnight Joel,” you called. He waved, and entered his house.

You flopped down on your bed after you closed your curtains. Holding your pillow over your chest, you squeezed it hard. Your stomach fluttered as you childishly re played the memory of what had just happened. Finally, your bedroom light went out.

“Y/N,” Ellie sang, circling into your kitchen. It was your fault for leaving the back door open on such a nice day. It unfortunately tracked in things such as unwanted Ellie’s. It was midday, your patrol with Joel had ended about an hour earlier.

“Yes?” you sang back, sitting on your couch and looking up from your book. “I have news.”

She came and sat down next to you. “And what is this news? Is it important enough to distract me from my book?” you asked. Ellie sensed your pissed off tone.“Bookmark the page. You’ll never guess what I heard.”

“Ellie, if this is gossip—” you sighed, setting the book down next to you. “It’s not gossip when it involves you,”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, praying Maria didn’t share one of your embarrassing stories you confided in her. Everyone knew Maria had a big mouth. You slowly crept forward “What is it?”

“Joel has a crush on you.”

A quick laugh escaped from your lips. Ellie looked at you confused. “I-I’m telling the truth.” Your laughter continued. “I call fucking bullshit. Where did you hear that?” “Dude, Maria straight up told like everybody in the dining hall today.”

Your face scrunched. "What?"

“Your definitely fucking with me Ellie. Not funny.” you laughed.

“No!” Ellie exclaimed. “She got wasted with Joel and Tommy last night and he confessed that he would ‘bang you out of everyone in this town’ according to Maria.”

So that’s what he was doing out so late last night.

The thought of the older man that escorted you and Ellie across country a few years ago having a crush on you was absurd. Wasn’t it?

“Well, I thought you should know because remember what you said when we passed through that one small town and…”

She was waiting for you to confirm the pushed down memory that lived in your brain rent free.

It was a small midwestern town in the middle of nowhere. You and Ellie sat outside a coffee shop Joel was currently ransacking for supplies. It was a nice day like today, you and Ellie were sitting on the steps keeping watch as Joel went through the kitchen.

“You know, if the world wasn’t shit I would like my own store. Maybe a coffee shop, it sounds nice. Calm, definitely.” Ellie confided in you. “What would you be doing?”

Your foot tapped on the concrete as you thought to yourself. What would you be doing?

“I would be in college by now. For what, I’m not sure. I would have eventually liked to be married but… that’s never gonna happened.”

“Never say never. You always have Joel.”

You scoffed and giggled. But you had to admit, you had gotten to know the older man well. He was bitter, but you saw through the cracks sometimes. He was quite handsome anyways. Something about his rugged appearance and peppery hair just sat right with you. He had a few soft moments with you along the journey, patching you up after a fight or comforting you after a nightmare that Ellie didn't know about. But that was ridiculous. Ellie was talking nonsense.

You laughed out loud to Ellie’s suggestion, just like you had previously. “Don’t deny it. I see the way you look at him Y/N.”

“Your full of shit,” you joked, giving Ellie a slight push on her shoulder.

“Joel would make a nice husband though. Strong, resourceful, handsome. If I had to pick… sure. I’d be Mrs. Miller any day.”

When you said the words you wanted to suck them back in. Too soon, too much, too quickly. Ellie stared at you blankly. Joel exited the building at the perfect time with a few cans of fruit and spoons. Perfect timing. You remembered the awkward silence as you ate on the pineapple bits, but the phrase rung in your head for days.

“Mrs. Miller”

Being brought back into reality, the memory of expressing interest in Joel re lit something in you. You felt your stomach churn.

“Ah… see?” Ellie exclaimed. Your face turned red as you wanted to bury it in your book. “Mrs. Miller!” she yelled, leaving the living room towards the kitchen and out the back door.

“Ellie!” you yelled firmly, following her with your fists clenched. “Where are you going?”

“To find Joel.”

“Why?” you asked panicked, finally catching up to her on the street panting. You were more nervous than ever to hear her response. “To set you and Joel up on a date, duh!”

"Ellie!" you scolded her, looking around to make sure no one heard her. "What?" she whined, breaking away from your eye on her and making a straight line for Joel's house. To your luck, he was in his garden tending to his flowers. He hadn't seen either of you yet.

You let out a quiet shout, a simple “Ah!” as Ellie pranced down the street. You couldn't watch it, you couldn't look. You ran back in to your house and shut the back door behind you. Sliding down the back of the door and sitting on your kitchen floor, you prayed he responded positively. Or that Ellie was just trying to scare you in a ‘I’m telling the teacher but actually just asking to go to the bathroom’ way. And if Ellie actually went through with her plan, you hoped he didn't take this the wrong way. Even though you really didn't think he would. Would he?

It was the next day. You had refused to leave your house in sheer embarrassment. Running in to Joel right now was just a no. You had just gotten out of the shower when you heard the pattering of feet in your downstairs. Praying it was Ellie, you grabbed your knife and held your towel against your chest. "Ellie?"

"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed. You sighed. "You know, you cant just break in to my house whenever you want." you said, sticking your knife in to your banister.

"It's important!" Ellie exclaimed. "Is it important enough to wait until I can get dressed?"

"He said yes."

You were confused. "Who said yes?"

"Joel!"

Your mouth slightly dropped. "And when did I agree to this?" you asked, venturing in to your bedroom to get dressed. In all honestly, you could have stood and talked to Ellie for a few more minutes comfortably in your towel, but you wanted to hide the wide grin that couldn't seem to leave your face even if you tried.

"When you told me you wouldn't mind being Mrs. Miller," Ellie teased, acting like she was stating the obvious. You poked your head out of your door and looked down your stairs and gave Ellie a sour expression. "I only want you to be happy, that's all!"

"I'm perfectly fine as it is. I didn't need you meddling in my life."

"Well, nobody else was going to do it. We all see how your cooped up here, reading all day. We just want to make sure your okay."

You came out of your bedroom dressed, wrangling out the ends of your wet hair with a towel. You met Ellie at the bottom of the stairs. "And who is we?" you questioned. Ellie sucked her teeth. "You caught us," she chuckled, staring at her converse. "Tommy and Maria and...maybe Dina?"

You sighed audibly, closing your eyes for a moment. "All three of you! Wow." you said somewhat sarcastically.

"Ellie!" you heard a yell from outside. It was her new friend, Dina, who she was almost inseparable with.

"Gotta go." she said, opening your front door and skipping down your steps.

"Ellie- wait!"

She turned around and looked at you, you saw Dina anxiously waiting for her. "When is he coming?"

Ellie shrugged. "Dunno. He said he'd be around."

Your face scrunched in confusion. Be around...?

Before you could ask any follow up questions, the two girls were gone.

———

“This is so damn stupid,” Joel whispered to himself. His doubt was creeping in. The bouquet was hidden behind his back. Fresh picked from his garden, tied off with a bit of twine. His other hand was about to knock on your door. It wasn’t too late… 7 o’clock? You wouldn’t be in bed yet, right? Knock knock.

There was some shuffling from inside the house, and you opened the door. Almost yanked the door open, actually. Joel took a step back due to the commotion. “Joel?” you nervously asked, pretending you weren’t anxiously waiting for the random arrival of your not-so blind date all day. “W-what are you doing here?” you asked, playing dumb.

“If it’s not a good time I can-”

“Oh—no! It’s perfect, d-do you want to come in?” you asked the older man, looking up at him. Joel never seemed as intimidating as he did now. And you’ve seen him torture people before.

You let Joel in to your house as the two of you just stared at each other awkwardly. What did you really have to talk about?

“What are those?” you asked anxiously, referencing down to the flowers in his hands.

“Oh!” he exclaims, kicking himself mentally for not remembering to give them to you. “There for you. Fresh from my garden.”

You recognized the flower as tulips, your favorite. Joel was touched by the sparkle that came to your face once he presented them to you. Accepting them, your hands grazed his a bit. The both of you let go, almost dropping the flowers on the floor. An awkward laugh was exchanged. “Thank you, there beautiful.” you sighed in awe, moving in to the kitchen to get a glass to put them in. “How did you know tulips were my favorite?”

“Wild guess?” Joel responded. Not from Ellie prepping Joel for this date, not at all.

“So what did you have in mind for tonight?” you asked, cutting off the stems of the tulips so they would fit in the glass jar you had filled with water.

“Uh,” Joel mumbled. “I- you know that trail around the fence?”

“Up the mountain?” you asked him, setting the flowers down in the middle of your table. “Yeah. Your up to it?”

“That's a great idea, Joel.”

He let out his breath he was holding, thrilled that you agreed to his idea. Ellie said it was stupid, that walking the trails at night could be creepy. Ellie suggested a nice dinner, but Joel thought that was just so boring. Every date he had ever been on had basically been a nice dinner. He had this planned ever since Ellie even brought up the idea of a possible interest in pursuing Y/N.

Stargazing.

The cool air was refreshing. You kept in rhythm with Joel. He was slower than you, and he was worrying that it would be a turn off for you. But you didn’t mind. You enjoyed taking in the silent night and the hums of nature slowly.

The moon was full and it was a clear night. The trail was overgrown, but still manageable. Joel had trekked up here earlier that day to get ready. As the clearing began to come in to view, Joel felt his anxiety rising. What if you didn’t like it? What if he put too much effort in to it and you thought it was weird? Joel was a quiet kept man, but his thoughts were screaming almost constantly.

“Joel!” you gasped, stopping at the edge of the clearance.

A blanket was laid on the ground with a few decorative pillows. A canteen with two cups sat on the grass along with a book and a lantern. Joel reached down and clicked the lantern open, and it began to emit a soft warm light. It wasn’t like the harsh, recreational ones that would blind you.

“Did you do this? It’s… beautiful.”

Joel’s eyes cast up at you. “It’s nothing much…”

You sat down next to Joel on the blanket he had set out. “Nothing much?” you chuckled, taking in the beautiful view that shown over an abandoned city where Jackson got a lot of their supplies from.

“I think this is the nicest thing a guy has ever done for me.”

“Then you obviously haven't met many nice guys,” Joel said, his voice shaking slightly. He realized how detrimental and self-deprecating that sounded and tried to re-phrase it. “You haven't been on many dates… right?”

And that now sounded predatory. “I-I mean-”

“Actually, this is my first date. Ever.”

Your confidence and comfortability answering him calmed Joel’s nerves. “I don’t mean to pry,” you began. “But did you ever have someone? Like before all this. And if you don’t want to reply that’s okay, I was just wondering but-”

Joel chuckled a bit at your eagerness. “Nah, no worries.” he re assured you, slowly moving his arm around you. Accepting his touch, you moved in to his embrace as the two of you stared up at the stars. “I had a wife- she was my ex-wife. My daughter’s mother. We had her real young, and she just wasn’t ready for the commitment of a family.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, watching a blinking star above. “It’s alright. Gave me the best life I could have ever asked for, for thirteen years.”

“And your daughter?”

Joel knew this was bound to come up sooner or later, just not this soon. He didn’t even realize he mentioned Sarah until you asked your follow up question. “She didn’t make it past outbreak day like most people didn’t.” he said bluntly. “But anyways,” he said quickly, saving the awkward response from you. “What about you? Any family?”

“Just Ellie. No relation as you know, but she’s my sister.” Joel nodded. There wasn’t much in this world, and family became what you made it. “What’s that?” you asked, perking your head up from Joel’s chest and pointing over to the grass. “What?” he asked. “The coffee or the book?”

You gasped. “You got coffee?”

He smiled and smirked. “I’ve always wanted to try coffee!” you exclaimed.

Joel looked at you with an odd look. “Your tellin’ me you've never had coffee?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “I used to have this every morning before the outbreak. Withdrawals the first few weeks were definitely difficult.” he explained as he poured you a glass. It was dark and steaming hot. “Coffee is a delicacy, dude. No one in the QZ had this where I was from. It would occasionally get passed out to the soldiers but man, that’s cool.” you said. Joel forgot—you were a post outbreak baby. You wouldn’t have known of the luxury of Starbucks or an espresso machine. “You may not like it, but it’s very unlikely.” he explained. Joel’s love for coffee was strong.

You took the first sip. It burned your tongue and tasted like dirt water. The smell was unmatchable, but the taste was just horrible. You froze, not wanting to disappoint Joel.

Joel couldn't help it, he couldn't keep in his laughter. “Not a fan?” he asked, looking at you behind his cup as he took a sip. “It’s very…interesting?” you said, forcing yourself to take another sip.

“Don’t torture yourself now,” Joel said, extending his hand for the cup. You gladly gave it back to him. “It was a nice thought,” you said dearly, giving him credit for his sweet gesture. “Ellie said the same thing when I made her try some. Must be a…”

He didn’t want to say it. His words came out faster than he could think. “What, a post outbreak baby thing?” you finished his sentence.

That was exactly what Joel was going for. “I mean, I didn’t mean it that way but…”

“It’s okay. Stop worrying Joel, you seem so nervous.” you flirted. “Aren't you?” Joel asked, feeling like that emotional wall was just broken down by your comment.

“Me? Oh, I’ve been a nervous wreck all day. Ellie didn’t give me a time, place, or any context other than that you were coming.”

“Your kiddin’ me. That damn kid,” he sighed, reaching for the book on his side. “Speakin’ of Ellie.” he said, handing you the book.

“Constellations and Stars.” you said in awe.

“For kids,” you added, reading the small line under the title. “This some kind of cruel joke?” you asked Joel, opening the first page. “I promise it not,” he chuckled. “Found it in Ellie’s old storage bin she keeps in my basement. Thought it was useless, well, until now.”

“Do you see any?” you asked Joel. The two of you were laying flat on the blanket. Your head rested on his chest as his arm draped down protectively over you. Your legs were touching, feet and calves were intertwining. “The Big Dipper is always easy to find… if you look.”

You opened the book and flipped around a few pages until you found the page for the Big Dipper. “Like a kite,” you said. “Yeah, kind of like a kite.”

After a few minutes of intense searching in the sky and enjoying your other’s companies, you found it. “Joel, I think I found it.”

“You did. I found it like five minutes ago.” he said shyly. You sighed in defeat. “I guess your just better than me.” you sighed sarcastically. “I guess I am.” Joel hummed.

“You know, back when the world wasn’t like this people would buy each other stars?” Joel asked. “That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard.” you laughed. “With real money? Like the physical stuff?”

“Yup.” Joel confirmed.

“I would buy you a star if I could.” you said suddenly. Joel suddenly felt a warmth grow inside of him, one he hadn't felt for many years. He had to spit out his thought, he just had to. Didn’t want to waste an opportunity.

“I’d buy the whole sky of stars for you.” he said softly. You looked up at him, a hand resting on his chest. “Would you really?”

“In a heartbeat.”

The rest of the night was filled with laughter. You told Joel old stories about your QZ, he told you old stories about his life. Sharing what seemed like useless future plans now sounded promising with Joel. The two of you never wanted the night to end.

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You noticed the small wrinkles around Joel’s eyes when he smiled. When he smiled at least, you don't think you have ever seen this man so filled with so much joy before. You took in the detail of his smiling face intricately, not wanting to forget the feeling of the moment you were in. This man just said he would buy the whole sky of stars for you. You would do quite literally anything for him, but not like you wouldn’t have done it before. The feelings were very obviously now mutual.

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pastelspoon31 · 4 months

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Chapter 5: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, coerced pussy inspections, König being a non-licensed gynaecologist lol

A/N: Editing this while wondering what the fuck is wrong with me (A lot)

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Should you tell him? It's a pretty weird topic to bring up so casually.

He's still a man afterall, right?

Lately, you have been waking up with... a lot more discharge than usual. Thick white opaque liquid leaks out of your pussy and crusts onto the fabric of your panties.

You were confused, and a little grossed out, but after taking a shower and getting dressed, you forgot about the weird situation.

At least until you woke up again the next day and the same thing happened.

And the next day.

And everyday the next week.

And everyday the next month.

Was it something you ate? Was it a sign of cancer? Was it something worse?

You haven't had sex in a long while so it couldn't be that...

It had happened while you were sleeping over at König’s too, where he had been keeping you safe in his arms as you slept so it's not like you've been attacked.

The only explanation was that it was just your body doing its own thing, and there was no harm done.

Right?

"Hey, König?" You looked up at the man standing next to you.

"Yes, liebling?" He hummed, and you bit your lip.

"Are you... Uhm..."

"What is it, mein hase? He asked with concern, and you looked down, playing with your hands.

"Are you busy... today?" You nervously asked.

"I have nothing planned. Did you have something in mind, liebling?" He asked.

"No. Yes. Sort of." You muttered.

"I need your help with something.." You bit your lip nervously.

"And what would that be?" He hummed.

"U-Uhm... It's... embarrassing..." You murmured, and he tilted his head.

"What is it, liebling?" He placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. "You know I'll do anything for you."

"Yeah... I know.." You nodded, "But this is weird..."

"Nothing is too weird, mein hase."

You blushed, and looked down, biting your lip.

"Do you mind... Accompanying me to the gynaecologist? I think there's something wrong with me.." Your face was red and your heart was beating wildly.

König bit his lip to hide a smirk, his mind already imagining what you were going to say.

"What's wrong? You caught something with your ex-boyfriend?" He pretended to ask.

"What? God, no! Me and Billy.. Well, I haven't had um... sex in a long while." You murmured.

"So then, why are you so worried? I'm sure it's nothing. Tell me, my late wife always complained about the same thing and she was fine." He pretended to be assuring to you.

"That's the thing, König. It's.. It's something gross.." You cringed for even having this conversation.

"I've never really had a guy close enough to me to talk about this.." You whispered.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, liebling."

"But it's different-"

"It's human, liebling. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

"No, you don't understand. It's... I don't think a woman is suppose to produce something.. um.. so much.." You whispered.

"-And i've never really... Had anything like this happen before.." You sighed, looking away.

"Ah, if you're that worried.. Show me then," König even followed up with a gentle smile that was so well crafted you couldn't possibly imagine him being the culprit.

"W-what? No! That's even more gross!" You squeaked and König's smile dropped, turning into a frown.

"Liebling, it's only natural. Don't you trust me?" He asked, and your blush worsened. "You see me as your father, ja?"

"Yeah.." You reluctantly answered.

"Then, there's nothing to be afraid of." He patted your head reassuringly. "If it makes you feel any better, I served a short period as an assistant to a doctor in my younger days serving in the military. I've seen and helped more women than I can count. I’m more than happy to help you if you want, liebling,”

You blushed and nodded, looking down.

"O-okay.. But promise you won't laugh or make fun of me.."

"Of course, hase." He gave you a soft smile and rubbed your back.

"Alright.."

You allowed him to guide you to his bedroom as you sat on the edge of his bed.

"Alright, mein hase. Whenever you're ready." König told you, and you nodded.

You hesitantly lifted up your skirt, and inched closer to the edge as you spread your legs about a foot's width.

"I'm going to need you to spread your legs a bit wider, hase. I can't see anything." He cooed, and you swallowed thickly and obeyed, your hands tightly gripping the edge of the mattress.

König's eyes immediately zeroed in on the wet patch that stained your panties, and he smirked to himself.

His thumb gently pressed against the damp spot, making you gasp.

"Is this the 'problem' spot you're talking about, hase?"

You nodded, and he gently rubbed his thumb over the fabric.

"König.." You whimpered, and he hummed, moving his hand away.

"I'm going to remove your panties, ja?"

"Mm-hmm.."

You nodded and watched him hook his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down slowly and carefully.

"Mmm, mein hase, it's worse than I thought." Your pussy was still red from the abuse he gave it the night before as you were sound asleep.

"It's.. It's been like that for a month. All.. red and sensitive..." You murmured out in embarrassment.

"When I wake up, there's always a heavy white sticky discharge- A lot of it. And it's crusty when I take my panties off.." You bit your lip.

"And it happens every morning..."

"Oh, poor hase.." König clicked his tongue in sympathy. His eyes however, were set on your cute little clit nestled in the top of your slit.

"How does it feel?" He asked and brushed his fingertips against your labia.

"Mm.." You whimpered and bit your lip, "It feels sensitive.."

"And here?" He pressed his fingers into the skin around your lips, and you whined.

"Hurts.." You whimpered.

"Poor little thing.." He hummed, his fingers trailing up to your clit.

"Oh.." You gasped and instinctively closed your legs.

"No, no, liebling." He cooed, and opened your thighs once more, his finger rubbing circles on your sensitive bud.

"That's not!- You're touching my, oh~" You let out another gasp.

"I'm just checking, ja? To make sure nothing is wrong."

"O-oh, okay.."

You swallowed thickly and let him rub and stroke at your pussy, his fingers gliding against the wetness of your arousal.

"I don't see anything.. white that you mention of." He pretended to be curious as he lightly dipped his index finger into your entrance, your walls already trying to suck him in.

“But it’s always there every morning..” You tried reasoning with him.

"Well, I don’t see it. Here, it's mostly clear, hase.." He continued, pushing his finger further.

"K-König!-" You instinctively pushed yourself up, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"Shh, hase. We don't want the neighbours to hear you, now do we? It'll give them the wrong impression. I'm just examining you, afterall.."

"It feels.. weird." You murmured.

"Just relax, liebling." He soothed, "There's nothing to worry about."

He began pumping his finger in and out of you, watching how your body reacted and memorising all the ways you whimpered and suppressed your moans.

"Hmm... Have you been eating well? How's your diet?" He asked, pretending to be concerned as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb still circling your clit.

Oh, how he was enjoying the way you struggled to form words as your hands gripped the fabric of his bedsheets tightly.

"I-I have.." You moaned.

"Have you been drinking enough water?" He asked, his thumb speeding up on your clit.

"Y-yes! I have. I have!-"

"I'm just making sure, hase.." He said softly, "I don't want anything bad to happen to my liebling, ja?"

"Y-yes, König.." You whimpered. "Are you almost done..?"

"Almost, liebling.." He said, "I'm just trying to find the source of the problem."

König pulled his fingers out, his middle and ring finger pressing against your entrance. The pulsing of your tight heat had him salivating at the thought of how he's the one that caused that.

"Now, just relax, hase." He cooed.

"I don't think-"

Your breath hitched and a moan escaped you as he slid his two fingers inside, pushing past your resistance.

"Shh, shh, liebling. Just relax, hm? I'm almost done checking." He hushed.

"Please, König, I don't think- A-ah!~"

König started fucking his fingers in and out of you, his movements slow and teasing.

"What was that, liebling?" He smirked from your reaction, his pace slowly picking up.

"Mm, it's sensitive, König! Too- ah! Much!"

You couldn't focus on forming words properly as the older man fingered you, your pussy already fluttering and squeezing his fingers.

It didn't take long before you clamped down on his digits, and let out a soft cry, your body shaking.

"König!-"

"There you go, hase." He hummed.

"I think we've found the source of the problem."

You gasped, your face a bright shade of red.

"Oh, God, König! I didn't mean to..!" You cried out, face red.

"Oh, hase, don't worry about it. It's natural."

"But-"

He pulled out his fingers and wiped it on the bed sheets.

"Frankly, I don't think there's anything wrong. Your discharge was clear. It's not white. And as far as I'm concerned, you've eaten a healthy and balanced diet and had enough to drink. You haven't been having unprotected sex either. In fact, you're very healthy, hase." He gave a deceptively sweet smile at you.

"B-but, König.."

"Liebling, you're a beautiful and healthy woman." He sat next to you and pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"You're not in any danger, I can promise you that. It's perfectly normal. It's nothing to worry about.." He reassured.

"It's just something that happens." He kissed your forehead. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, ja?"

"Okay.." You nodded, your heart still pounding.

"Good girl. Now, put your panties back on. We'll go have lunch together at that place you like, hm?"

You smiled and nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, König. For.. Helping me out." You murmured and he smiled.

"Of course, hase. Anything for you,"

#konig x reader #könig cod #könig smut #neighbour könig #cod mw2 #call of duty #könig mw2 #konig

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Honey Trouble - By Morak (8.5/10)

A/B/O, but everybody is rich and everybody is happy. Our main couple has it made. The son of a famous actress. The son of two successful architects. They're just sleeping together now, but our spoiled main character is about to get a lavish marriage proposal. Life couldn’t be more perfect, and then it isn't. Then his casual lover changes.

Wooju is a moron. A pretty one, who happens to be a Beta from a rich family. He's rich enough to not work ever, but he's passionate about architecture. Which is super convenient because his loving parents own a construction company. He plans to work diligently for other firms, because he knows his parents will only let him into the fold if he proves himself.

He's also stupid about romance. He seems to think he's not popular, because everybody is crazy about Alphas and Omegas. He doesn't seem to know about the illegal drugs out there that can change genders. He's selfish and carefree.

He starts sleeping with his childhood friend for an extremely dumb reason. Jiheon loves him. Love. Love. Love. Loves him. His entire family knows how possessive he is, but Wooju doesn't. He's used to being spoiled.

He's used to Jiheon spoiling him. Jiheon is always there supporting and helping Wooju, but it's tainted by stalking. Wooju has no idea, because he thinks Alphas are only obsessed with Omegas. Usually they are. It's rare for an Alpha to choose a Beta, but it happens. Wooju is totally ignorant, even when Jiheon is serious about proposing to him. Jiheon is a monster, but it's easy to feel bad for him. He did all the right things. They're best friends. They're sleeping together, but Wooju just doesn't see him as a partner because of his gender.

It's actually painful to read.

Wooju is a little weird because be got kidnapped once???? Jiheon was somehow involved???? Most likely the adults in both families were involved, because the boys were just kids but what??? The mystery kidnapping messed with their friendship for a while too? It's been thirty chapters and the kidnapping hasn't been explained????

Real intrigue in an A/B/O story??? I am impressed????

Wooju has a crush on Jiheon's cousin. That doesn't last long. That poor cousin is terrified. She is also a lesbian, but she also doesn't want to piss off her crazy Alpha relative. It's all very cute? At first? Wooju and Jiheon do behave like a married couple. It's easy to imagine them together, after Wooju realizes gender doesn't matter.

Jiheon is a model. He's rich. He's got mommy issues. His mommy doesn't love him and she doesn't even visit him. When he became an adult she left the country and cut contact. He's a big, tough, successful Alpha but he's never had a family. That's why he tries to spoil Wooju so much. He loves Wooju. He wants to spend the rest of his life with Wooju. They're both rich. They can just adopt kids. Jiheon wants to marry someone who is like a best friend, not a sexy Omega that is just...there to be sexy.

It's all very wholesome, in the beginning.

Jiheon plans a proposal. He hires Wooju's favorite architect. Said architectural genius is going to design their wedding house. That's right Jiheon is so rich he's gifting Wooju a custom home. Architect guy turns out to be a creep who takes advantage of Wooju's admiration, and everything goes sour.

Everything starts to go wrong.

Architect guy is really annoying. He withholds information. He makes Jiheon look like a bad guy, because he's interested in Wooju and he wants their relationship to crack. There's also a pretty gross age gap. Also they are teacher and student. Also Wooju thinks he's hot, but he is not interested in architect/professor guy romantically. It's just awkward. Architect guy just tosses him into awkward sexy situations, when he's in class to learn??? Like, its so rude??? You're supposed to be teaching a passionate architecture fan, but you're horny and you'd rather make him uncomfortable....it's....icky.

Architect Guy explains pheromone marking to Wooju. He says Wooju is covered in Jiheon markings. Then he leaves a marking on Wooju, an extremely insecure Alpha who is about to PROPOSE WITH A HOUSE, just to freak Jiheon out.

Jiheon does freak out.

Things get worse.

Things get worse again. This is Wooju's ex-boyfriend. Yes, Wooju has dated men before. Yes, Jiheon didn't know. Yes, Wooju hasn't expressed any interest in committing to Jiheon and it seems like he wants to stay besties forever. Wooju and the ex are on good terms as well.

Also.

Wooju dated this guy when his relationship with Jiheon went bad before. So basically as soon as Jiheon left he started banging dudes.

Jiheon starts to see red.

They have a fight, and it's the last chance. Jiheon cries. He asks Wooju, with tears in his eyes, if he wants more. Wooju isn't a baby. He's an architect in training with talent. He has dated before. He just has trouble seeing a future with Jiheon, because he's an Alpha and they have that kidnapping trauma bond thing.

He doesn't tell Jiheon he cares. Jiheon runs away alone, thinking he's not special to Wooju. He's not special to his mom. He's not special to anyone he loves. To have love he must pick an Omega and entrap them into loving him. That's his only option. He starts to see his true self as unworthy of love. Only his Alpha self is capable of stealing it from someone else, so he can finally have it.

Do you remember the drugs I mentioned before????????????

Do you?????

#Honey Trouble #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #yaoi

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i hope no one minds if i inconsistently liveblog this bitch: doctor who season one from 1x04

1x04

HELLO??

A WHOLE YEAR???

shit

“you’re 900 years old?” “yeah.” “my mum was right, that is one hell of an age gap.” lmfaooo

“i’m the only person who knows it exists.” spoke too soon

damn, he left her. i wonder if the key he gave her was even real.

it was a pig 😭

OH NOOOO

every time they get separated, shit goes off the rails

IS HE GONNA KILL HER MOM?!

1x05

girl, FUCK the emergency protocols

“sorry.” 😭

that shit was intense

“my mother’s cooking.” “good, put her on a slow heat and let her simmer.” CACKLING

i feel so bad for her mom :(

1x06

this episode really is…something.

why the fuck is the doctor just offering up all of this information???

he really should have seen this coming

*pretends to be shocked*

their cockiness is gonna get them killed

i never want rose and the doctor to be separated EVER again

“what use are emotions if you won’t save the woman that you love?” damn

don’t know how i feel about this dude joining them

1x07

“he’s your boyfriend.” “not anymore.” did i miss something???

something’s wrong…

is that guy dead?

i don’t trust adam at all

rose is so stupid. i could understand if it was mickey she was trusting but she doesn’t even know this man

huh, that was unexpected.

what the actual fuck

1x08

this ep’s gonna be so sad

the doctor never should’ve taken her to that day

“alright, i’ll tell him you’re not my boyfriend.” obsessed with her thinking that was the issue 😭

not important but jackie looks really good with her hair like that

well. that was heartbreaking.

1x09

sorry, but if a kid wearing a fucking plague mask was repeatedly saying “mummy” in an eerie voice, i would have turned and walked the other way. r.i.p. to rose but i’m different

what part of “don’t answer it.” is hard to understand? lmao

“excellent bottom.” gross.

i know i sound like a broken record but what the fuck?!

this is one creepy ass episode

this dude is coming on so strong dkgjgks

“finally, a professional.” rose, be serious.

“they’re not dead.” okay.

girl, what the fuck?

1x10

i can’t believe that worked lmfaooo

“those would’ve been terrible last words.” 😭

“half this street thinks your missus must be messing about with mr haverstock, the butcher. but she’s not, is she? you are.” SCREAMING

“i sent it to its room. this is its room.”

that’s fucking terrifying

“the first day i met him, he blew my job up. that’s practically how he communicates.” pls

“okay, so he’s vanished into thin air. why is it always the great- looking ones who do that?” “i’m making an effort to not be insulted.” “i mean…men.” “okay, thanks, that really helped.” fkfhhgdj

i hate jack for interrupting their dance. IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD.

“carry on with whatever you were…doing.” “we were talking about dancing.” “it didn’t look like talking.” “didn’t feel like dancing.” 😭

these episodes are so fucking creepy but they’re definitely the best of the season

oh my God, he’s her son

THEY’RE DANCING 🥹

1x11

i can’t wait for mickey’s reaction to jack

“trust me, safest place in the universe.” famous last words

i hope the doctor doesn’t trust her

poor mickey

“it’s always the doctor, it’s never me.” buddy you should’ve known you weren’t first choice when she left you in the beginning

she’s an egg 😭

1x12

i almost don’t want to press play.

lmao, what the hell

it always comes back to floor 500

oh shit, the doctor cause all of that?

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

rose can’t be dead

THANK GOD

i can’t believe the daleks actually survived

1x13

i’m not ready to say goodbye to nine

rose is getting a taste of her own medicine with the doctor and lynda djfjgjs

HE KISSED THEM BOTH 😭 I LOVE JACK

i can feel my heart breaking

who the fuck is bad wolf if it isn’t the daleks???

mickey’s really getting on my nerves this ep

HELLO

“there’s nothing left for me here.” ‘nothing?” “no.” she’s RUTHLESS 😭 but honestly he shouldn’t be surprised at this point

JACK ☹️

“i am the bad wolf.” BITCH???? WHAT????

i got my kiss but at what cost

OH SHIT THEY LEFT JACK

all i feel is pain

that’s it??? how am i ever going to move on from eccleston? how the hell are you guys strong enough do this every season? cause i’ll tell you how i’m doing: not well, bitch!!

#long post #doctor who lb #doctor who #doctor x rose #ninerose #rose tyler #mickey smith #jackie tyler #jack harkness #rose x nine #nine x rose

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Safe & Sound | j.m. | 2

Joel Miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: She’s Frank’s niece; age gap (she’s 32); flashback

Author’s Note: Joel Miller is actually a big ass softie but he won’t let anyone know

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3

Ellie jumped from the third to last step onto the floor, feeling clean for the first time in her entire life. Honestly, if they weren’t on the whole ‘deliver her to the Fireflies’ mission, she would have stayed in the shower for hours, just enjoying the hot water and how it felt against her skin. It was fantastic. And to have clean clothes? God, Bill and Frank were the best.

Joel had given her a look as he walked up the stairs himself, carrying a set of new clothes. Ellie swore there was a tiny smile there, but he was gone before she could tell. Frank’s niece was in the living room, holding a little notepad and a pen as she wrote.

“Whatcha doing?” Ellie asked, announcing her presence.

“Making a list,” she answered simply, not looking up from her work. “I’m making Joel shower and sleep —so it’s you and me on packing duty. Figured it would help you out to know what to get.”

“How have I known you for like an hour and you’re already nicer than Joel has been?”

It was a sarcastic question, meant to be joking. But it was also laced in a sincerity that Ellie didn’t realize she meant. But the woman just eyed her for a moment before setting down her notebook.

“Joel Miller can be an ass,” she explained, moving to sit on the couch. She pat the seat beside her, and Ellie sat down. “He means well, most of the time. I think, at least. But he’s…he’s jaded. Angry. And he has every right to be, but he seems to let that anger out on the wrong things. I think Frank only put up with him because of Tess, and Bill did it for Frank.”

“Who did you do it for?”

She hummed for a moment, leaning forward some. Her hands rubbed together, and she let out a breathy laugh that almost sounded embarrassed.

“I think I put up with him for myself,” she admitted.

“What do you mean?” Ellie raised a brow at her, leaning forward to mimic her position. She looked like she was debating telling Ellie the truth, sitting there looking anywhere but her. “Listen, if it’s because you wanted to like, do it with him —,”

“Jesus, no. Not…not that,” she quickly corrected, shaking her head. “I…I was twelve when Bill took us in. So I’ve been here, ten years, with my uncles. Joel just happened to be the only…unrelated, straight man I’ve ever really interacted with as an adult.”

“So you did do it.”

“Will you shut up? We didn’t do it,” she scolded, rolling her eyes. “Bill would have actually killed the man if we had.”

“Okay…,” Ellie watched her curiously, leaning back against the couch cushions again. The shower shut off, and they both looked up at the stairs. But the door stayed shut. “Then why put up with him?”

“I…,” she looked embarrassed again, and her eyes kept darting between the stairs and Ellie. “I wanted someone to kiss me, that’s all. And Joel just happened to be the only person I could kiss. And Tess, but I don’t think she swung my way.”

“Gross. I’d rather it have been Tess.”

“You literally kept asking if we did it and you think kissing Joel is gross?”

“Oh no, doing it is gross too. But you actually kissed him?”

“Once or twice.”

Ellie decided she was lying about once or twice but didn’t say anything. But she was curious.

“How did you even get him to do it?”

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2014

“Do me a favor?” Frank asked, holding out a small basket of vegetables. “Take this inside to Joel and Bill. Tess and I are gonna chat for a few minutes.”

She sat on the back porch step, one leg pulled against her chest as the other rested outstretched in front of her. Her uncle was giving her a knowing look, suggesting that business was about to be talked about and she didn’t need to be there for it. Huffing, she pushed herself up and took the basket.

When Joel and Tess came to barter and trade, everyone was always so on guard. The house was tense, and it usually devolved into an argument once they were outside the gates. Sometimes she wished they just stopped coming by, but at the same time —it was nice to have people who weren’t her uncles to interact with.

Besides, Joel was easy on the eyes and she didn’t get a lot of outside contact in that regard.

Finding neither of them in the kitchen or the dining room, she slipped through the main hall to the living room. Joel sat alone, staring at the front door that was open with the screen door shut.

“Where’d Bill go?” She asked, walking into the room and setting the basket on the coffee table.

“Said something about checkin’ the fences,” he explained simply. That had become code for I pissed him off so he left.

She hummed a bit in reply, looking around awkwardly for a moment. Frank and Tess were still outside, and she knew Bill would be gone for a while to cool down. Which left her and Joel Miller alone in the house.

It wasn’t a frequent occurrence. It had happened twice now, when Frank and Tess were chatting or Bill stormed off to do whatever he did. But it was still a little thrilling, to be alone with an older man that wasn’t related to her. She had thought about it a lot since they had met last year. It wasn’t that she had a thing for Joel Miller. He just happened to be the only man she’d interacted with as an adult.

It made sense.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” She finally asked, though her voice was trembling as she sat down beside him. There was at least a foot between them, and her hands rested in her lap as she tried to calm her nerves.

The worst he could say was no, and she could absolutely accept that. But she just…she needed to know.

“Depends,” he moved over some, adding more space between them.

“I’ve uh, been thinking. About you.” She closed her eyes then opened them, realizing how weird that probably sounded. His raised brow suggested he was thinking the same. “Not like that, I mean like you and Tess. How you two are the first people I’ve met outside my uncles since I got here.”

He sort of just stared at her, brows raised still as he waited for her to keep speaking. To ask her favor. And Christ, could he just give her something to work with?

“And?”

That wasn’t enough to work with, but she had to take it. “And I was…I was thinking that I can…I can trade you something if you help me with something else. You know, trade for trade. That’s what you and my uncles do —,”

“What are you asking for?” He interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into the couch. “Because if you’re asking me to sleep with you —,”

“Oh, no, no,” she quickly corrected, shaking her head. “No. I…I am quite content not sleeping with anyone in my life if that’s what happens. I just…,” she trailed off, feeling her face heat up as she considered her request. “I’d like to be kissed. Just once.”

Joel stared at her for several moments, blinking slowly as he processed what she was saying. “You want to trade me something to kiss you?”

She nodded once, feeling foolish for even asking. Her eyes found a spot on the far wall incredibly interesting as she stammered out her apologies. “You don’t have to —it’s a weird thing to ask someone to do. I’m sorry, I —,”

“I’m not tradin’ your first kiss for anything,” he interrupted, turning to face her.

She should have expected his answer. It was a ridiculous request, and she knew it was inappropriate to ask. But she didn’t know what else to do, and he was a decent enough person. And he was handsome and —

“I’ll just…I’ll just kiss you, okay?”

She looked back at him, heart thudding against her rib cage. “You will?”

“I don’t see why not,” he admitted, shrugging some. “I understand why you wanna, and why you asked me.”

“I guess I could have asked Tess —,”

He laughed at that —an actual laugh. It was warm, and genuine. And Jesus Christ, he was even more attractive suddenly.

“She wouldn’t’ve done it. Not without a drink or two,” he explained, giving her a small smile. “Should kiss someone who isn’t drunk, and just wants to make you feel good. That’s hard to come by these days.”

They stared at each other for several moments, and she swore she could hear the blood rushing through her veins. There was a knot in her stomach as she looked up at the man in front of her. She knew it was bold, but she couldn't help herself.

Maybe he had seen the fear in her eyes —that fear of never finding what Bill and Frank had. Of being alone eventually, at the end of the world. But it didn’t matter, because he wanted to kiss her and she was incredibly grateful.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered with a sheepish smile.

He hesitated a moment, glancing at the door, before he moved closer to her on the couch. She turned to face him, swallowing hard as he reached up and pushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“Just meet me in the middle, okay?”

She nodded once, leaning in slowly. He leaned in next, and brushed his lips against hers gently. It wasn’t fireworks, or explosions. There was no magical spark that suggested that this kiss was more than just one between two people, sharing a moment. But it was nice, and she could feel he was trying to be soft about it. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. A sense of relief washed over her.

He pulled back slightly, but she chased the touch just once more, kissing him again before pulling away entirely. She was a bit breathless, if anything because she didn’t know if she was even breathing when he kissed her.

“I…,” she didn’t know what to say, and instead let out a small, embarrassed laugh as she looked down. “Thank you. For that. For um, kissing me.”

His indifferent demeanor had shifted back, taking what momentary softness he had shown her away. Joel simply nodded, looking at the front door as Bill opened the screen up. She shifted, reaching for the basket of vegetables, trying to cover up any sign of what had just happened.

“Where’s your uncle?” Bill asked, voice rough and annoyed.

“Out back with Tess,” she offered, pointing towards the back door.

“We were about to go join’em,” Joel continued, standing up.

Bill didn’t respond, instead trekking through the house ahead of them. She watched him for a few seconds before standing up next, holding the vegetables. As Joel moved to step away from her, she grabbed his sleeve. He turned, looking at her curiously.

“Um,” she hesitated before finally looking up at him with a smile. “Feel free to do that whenever you want to. Kiss me, I mean.”

Joel just nodded once, glancing at the back door as it slammed shut behind Bill. Then he pulled away, leaving her there with a basket of vegetables and the lingering taste of salt and pine on her lips.

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Ellie snickered when she finished the story, making a face. She wasn’t sure what the relationship between the two were; Joel seemed annoyed by Ellie and her existence. And Ellie seemed just as annoyed by how he felt about her. But in that moment —seeing Ellie scrunch up her nose like she was truly disgusted by the thought of Joel kissing someone —made her think they might as well be family.

“So he did kiss you again?”

“One more time,” she admitted with a small laugh, picking up the notepad and continuing her list. “When I turned 25. I asked him to kiss me for my birthday.”

“What a shitty gift!”

Both shared a laugh just as Joel descended the stairs, hair combed back from the shower. Ellie hopped up, pointing at him accusingly.

“You are supposed to be sleeping, old man.”

Joel scowled at her before opening up the linen closet from before. He yanked out a pillow and a blanket.

“You’re sure you’re okay with gettin’ started without me?” He questioned, looking between the two and the lack of work they had gotten done.

“Go take a fucking nap, Joel,” Ellie ordered.

She looked between the two, both surprised and impressed by Ellie’s tone. But she nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, what she said, cowboy.”

“Stop callin’ me that,” he scolded. “Fuckin’ menaces. Both of you.”

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Taglist (OPEN): @aheadfullofsteverogers @jasminedragoon @buzzing-honeybee

#joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller the last of us

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Teachable Moments

A Short Story

~After watching the latest episode of The Winchesters with their new cast, Y/N and Jensen keep the party going with Drake once the crowd leaves. Drinks are poured, old episodes are watched, and things get very interesting...~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader, Drake Rodger x F!Reader

4,806 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Age Gaps but no one cares. Instructional Moments. Sexy Naked Stuff. Oral and Such. Threesome. Little bit o' Voyeurism. Dom!Jensen if you squint. Sharing is caring!

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There was garlic on their breath from the spaghetti dinner but no one cared. The cheap red wine had been plentiful and the whiskey they now sipped was old and rich, something that Jensen had kept safe for a special night. There wasn't anything particularly special about that night, except that he wanted the whiskey.

With the watch party done and the night winding down, they sat on the big gray sectional in the rented living room and let the television capture their attention.

Drake was the only newbie left and he sat opposite Jensen on the sofa, his long frame tucked into the tight corner. He looked horribly twisted with both legs up on the cushion, each jutting out in a different direction, but his young limbs could take it. His head was drooped on his hand, elbow digging into the arm of the couch.

Y/N was laid out on the lounger between Jensen’s legs, her head on his chest, arms around his waist. Behind her, Jensen was so deeply relaxed that he seemed to disappear into the plush fabric. The backwards ball cap he wore was forever in danger of popping off as the bill hit the back of the sofa.

They were comfortable and warm, a little bit tipsy, and impossibly contented.

It was a good night.

As the television flickered blue light across their faces, a rumble hit Y/N’s ear and she startled. “Your stomach is growling so much, Jay,” Y/N said with a laugh, pressing her ear to the middle of him. “Jesus… It’s like a mosh pit of carbs in there.”

Lips set on his glass, he grinned. “Dinner was good. Too good.”

Drake agreed with a burp. “It was.”

“Gross.” Y/N rolled her eyes and hid her laugh in Jensen’s sweatshirt. “Boys are so gross.”

“Yup.” Jensen dipped his chin towards her and let out a belch that put Drake’s to shame.

Disgusted but laughing, she pushed away and cleared the air around her with a frantic wave of her hand. “Two peas in a pod, you two. I’m doomed.”

Playfully, Jensen lunged at her, pinching at her sides. She swatted him away, fooling around and flirting while Drake watched on from the corner. He kept his face straight ahead, pretending to watch the screen, but his eyes were on Y/N, on Jensen, on the way they teased and touched and moved against each other.

When they leaned in for a kiss, Y/N noticed him staring and quickly avoided Jensen’s lips. She bit down into the corner of her mouth and eyed Drake with a hint of interest, but then seemed to change her mind. She smiled and slid back down over Jensen, returning her gaze to the t.v.

An old episode of Supernatural was playing on TNT and she slapped Jensen’s chest when she saw the scene.

“Oh! This is my fave! Shush!”

He cringed at her slaps. “I wasn’t saying anything- geeze-”

“Shhh…” She said again, sitting up a bit to stare at the screen. “This is my favorite Dean kiss…” She sighed dramatically as Amara lifted her hand to Dean’s cheek and pushed up on her toes.

“This?” Jensen laughed and swallowed the rest of his whiskey.

Y/N swayed dreamily. “Yes.”

He laughed. “Why this one? Out of fifteen seasons, this is your favorite?” He turned to silently ask Drake for help, but the young man simply shrugged.

Y/N shifted between his legs and leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder. “Because… I don’t know. It’s like… He really wants it but he doesn’t and he can’t help it. He’s so drawn to Amara but he knows it’s wrong and everything about her is so… intoxicating and… I don’t know, it’s so hot.”

Jensen smacked his lips and grinned proudly, a bit of color floating over his freckled cheeks. “I am a good kisser…”

Y/N shook her head gently. “Yes, but-”

“But?”

“But that’s not you. That’s Dean.”

“But it’s me kissing…”

Again, Jensen looked over at Drake, seeking back up, but there was none to be had. Hazel eyes were hazy from the liquor and wider than they should have been as he watched the couple interact. He pushed out a smile and another shrug, unable to help.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to look at Jensen. “No. You don’t kiss like that.”

He laughed, a little shocked and a lot intrigued by the look on her face. She was serious and passionate and it made his dick twitch.

“I don’t?”

“Nope. That-” She pointed at the screen. “-is not a Jensen kiss.”

“You think so?” he teased, leaning closer.

Y/N mirrored him, eyes narrowing as she bent close. “Yeah. I do.”

“Hmm…”

Jensen’s hum landed on her lips and Y/N fell into him. Her eyes fell closed as he licked gently at her mouth, her lips parted as his hand lifted to cradle the back of her head. She melted against him, limbs tingling, breath stuttering. She moaned deeply and Jensen smiled over her lips.

Drake had forgotten to be respectful and look away, instead turning so he could see them fully. He sat squished in the corner, mouth hanging slightly as he watched Y/N squirm. Her lashes fluttered and his stomach tightened. She moaned again and his mouth ran dry, fingers tensing on his thighs.

Finished proving his point, Jensen released her and Y/N swayed a bit, letting out an innocent, drunken laugh.

Proud, he looked over at Drake. “She liked it.”

Stunned, Drake nodded. He shifted in his seat, feeling strangely aroused and physically unable to tear his gaze from Y/N. “Yeah. S-seems like it.”

Y/N settled herself and then looked up, her eyes locking with Drake’s. Her cheeks burned. “I’m sorry, we’re making you uncomfortable…”

Quickly, he corrected her and untwisted himself from his pretzel pose. “No. No. Not at all. I just-” He froze, realizing that the words waiting in the queue could be considered inappropriate. Especially when said to his new bosses.

“Just what?” Y/N pressed the tip of her tongue between her front teeth and waited, watching his brain struggle.

He swallowed hard. “It’s just- I’ve… I’ve never made a woman moan just by kissing her. I’m…” He paused to laugh at himself and drag a hand through his hair. “Impressed, I guess.”

Jensen tucked his chin to his chest and chuckled. Y/N raised a brow, intrigued. Their eyes met and Jensen shrugged almost imperceptibly, a silent agreement made.

“It’s not that hard,” he said, twisting his head to look at Drake while his left hand rose to caress Y/N’s cheek. His fingers slid softly against her skin and curled gently behind her ear. She was caught in the touch, her eyes dimming as his thumb ran across her bottom lip, plucking it open. “You just have to… cast a spell…”

She took a breath and Jensen swallowed down her gentle exhale as he kissed her. He pushed himself into it; lips moving, fingers tensing, back rolling. He licked into her and she gasped, moaning even deeper than before.

When he let her go, she sat still for a moment, stunned and aroused. Her flesh burned, her heart pumped a little faster. She smiled and tucked her lip between her teeth.

Jensen sat back and tossed his right arm over the back of the couch, proud of himself. He looked over at Drake who was staring in awe. “See? Easy.”

Woken from the spell, Y/N slapped his shoulder. “Did you just call me easy?”

He laughed. “I know better than to even suggest such a thing. No, I mean- making you… hot is easy. If you know how.”

She squirmed a bit and hid her smile behind her hand, caught in a torrent of truth and put on display. Jensen eyed her until she had no choice but to look away, and he grinned.

“Just like that.”

Drake was captivated, watching her devolve from a strong, take-no-shit woman into a melty, innocently sexy girl.

His voice cracked. “Incredible.”

Y/N set her gaze upon him, enjoying the look of wonder in his hazel eyes. “Don’t let Jensen impress you,” she warned. “He’s really just a frat boy with a few skills up his sleeve.”

Mockingly, Jensen pushed the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows and made a showing of there being nothing there.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anyway…”

Drake leaned closer, drawn to her lips and the way she teased her husband.

“It’s not hard, no, but it does take a little… finesse.”

She winked and her smile nearly knocked Drake over. He sat back and exhaled slowly, cupping his fist by his lips.

Jensen watched keenly as the two eyed each other and with a nod from Y/N, stepped things up a bit.

He cleared his throat and ran a single finger across his stubbled upper lip, eyes landing on Drake. “How ‘bout you give it a try?”

The young man stumbled visibly, his mind tripping over itself. “Um- what?”

Jensen gestured toward Y/N and tried again. “See if you can make her moan…”

An awkward laugh rumbled through Drake as he looked back and forth between Y/N and Jensen, eventually staying locked on her. “What? Really?”

She reached across the sofa for him, her palm up and open. “Come ‘ere.”

Cautiously, Drake slid a big hand into hers and pushed up from the corner. She led him to sit at the foot of the lounger, sandwiching herself between both men.

“Don’t be nervous,” she whispered, dragging her hand up Drake’s arm to hold his shoulder. She pulled gently and he leaned in.

His eyes were wide and dark, slightly glazed. He reached for her cheek just as Jensen had, but held it just a breath away, hovering, giving her space to pull away if she wanted.

“You’re… sure?” he asked, looking at both in turn.

Jensen laughed softly. “Go for it. Show us whatcha got.”

Y/N scraped her bottom lip with her front teeth and let the plump flesh go slowly. Every ounce of his attention was locked on the simple movement, and Drake’s hand came down a little closer.

“I’m sure,” Y/N told him, leaning in so that his hand made contact. She closed her eyes, soaking in the warmth and newness of him. “If you want, I mean… You don’t have to.”

Drake sucked in a quick breath and his fingertips curled at her temple. His thumb jerked towards her lips and he swallowed hard. “I want to,” he whispered, “I really want to.”

Her next breath came out like a prayer that parted her pretty lips and ghosted across his face. He shivered and went for it, kissing her quickly and shoving his tongue between her teeth.

Shocked by his forwardness, Y/N gasped and couldn’t think to kiss him back. She smiled when he pulled away, sweetly looking down and squeezing his arm.

“That was… nice,” she said simply.

He sighed, disappointed. “So, not great.”

Y/N hesitated, not wanting to hurt his feelings. She shrugged. “No… not great.”

Drake’s posture collapsed. “Damn.”

Jensen leaned in, pressing himself against her back and setting his chin on her shoulder. “Don’t give up… How you gonna learn if you don’t keep at it?”

Y/N nodded. “He’s right.” She licked her lips and let her hand slip from his shoulder to the open collar of his white henley. She teased at the exposed skin at the base of his throat and Drake’s eyes took on the glow of blurred interest once more. “Try again,” she urged, batting her lashes.

He lunged for her but she pressed her palm firmly to his chest, holding him off.

“Slowly…”

This time, he was gentle, barely pushing into her, his kiss lingering, hand floating above her cheek. He hummed softly and Y/N tried to feel it, but there was little to latch on to.

Behind her, Jensen chuckled under his breath, amused not judging. “So close.”

Drake backed up and looked hopeful, but his glow faded as Y/N turned her gaze away.

“Still shitty?”

Quickly, she shook her head, smiling at him. “No. No. Not shitty. Very sweet.” She let her hand slide up to his jaw, holding him gently. “You’re so sweet.”

He frowned. “Sweet? That’s… that sucks.” He shifted away, dejected, and hung his head.

Jensen picked up the slack. “Hey- you just gotta… make her… feel it.” His arm slipped around Y/N’s chest and his hand found her cheek, pulling her head to the side. “Like this.”

Again, he kissed her, shoving everything he had into it. Y/N’s knees would have given out had they been standing but instead, she melted into him. Her shoulders rolled and a deeply delighted moan fell from her lips when he pulled free.

Her eyes were heavy, her body warm. Turning back, she reached for Drake and tugged his sleeve until he returned to her. “Your turn…”

He thought about giving up, of retreating to the other side of the couch or grabbing his coat and heading home. And yet, the taste of her was still sweet on his tongue and he wanted to try again, wanted to make her sway against him, feel her heart race beneath his lips.

He turned back and dove in.

She gasped at his attack and her eyes fell closed when his tongue swept across her lip, begging, tasting. She opened for him and he cupped her cheek, hungry fingers gripping her face and holding her captive.

He pushed his desire into her and she let go, moaning heavily when he bit down on her bottom lip, plucking it roughly while he backed away.

Y/N sucked in a quick breath, swaying a bit, and blinked to clear her head. “W- wh- wow.”

Pride swelled in his chest and Drake laughed nervously. “Better?”

“Fuck…” She squirmed against Jensen and hooked her fingers into Drake’s collar, pulling him close. “Do it again,” she begged, “please…”

His eyes flickered up to Jensen quickly and the older man nodded, giving his consent.

Jensen watched as Drake went back for more, popping up on his knees and towering over her. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and Y/N craned up towards him, humming and whimpering desperately as he kissed her harder, snaked his tongue in deeper. She clung to his shirt, nails nearly ripping the thin fabric. With her body stretched, Jensen took advantage, brushing the hair to the side and sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck. Her back tensed and shivered; her moan made his cock twitch. He pressed harder into her which pushed her into Drake and Y/N’s body tingled with whiskey-tinged arousal.

“You two are gonna kill me,” she laughed, raking one hand through Drake’s dark hair and leaning back to rub the other against Jensen’s growing erection.

His lips burned on her pulse. “Oh, I think we’ll keep you alive for a bit longer.” He winked at Drake who laughed.

Hazel eyes narrowed on her mouth. “Probably.”

Another breathtaking kiss had Y/N clawing at his chest and spreading her legs to fit him between. He dropped down, moving like a jungle cat to lick at her lips, tease at her ear.

Jensen tugged his hand through her hair and yanked her head to the side, taking control of her lips while Drake pawed at her tits through her shirt.

Trembling and love-drunk, she floated between them, her body glowing with desire. “Please…” There was no more to it, simply a prayer for more, for the same, for whatever they wanted to give her.

Jensen laughed against her lips and gave Drake’s shoulder a quick shove, pushing him back. The boy sat back on his knees and watched in wonder as Jensen snaked his right hand into her shirt and plucked her left nipple between two thick fingers.

“You’re a fast learner,” he said, smirking as Y/N let out a blissful cry. “Wanna see how fast I can make her cum?”

Drake tried not to seem so shocked, but his jaw dropped and a silent nod said it all. “Fuck, yes.”

Jensen grinned and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “Watch closely…” He tugged on her nipple again and Y/N’s back arched off of his chest. “...you’re up next.”

She was like putty in his hands, squirming beneath his touch as his hands curled around her. She lay back, weak and wound up at the same time, her brain on the verge of total shut down. The only thing keeping her grounded was the expert and familiar way Jensen’s fingers plunged into her cunt and the startled and enamoured look in Drake’s eyes.

Jensen’s wrist strained against the tightness of her jeans and something about being clothed yet so exposed made it all even hotter for her. Drake was staring as she bucked against Jensen’s hand and she kept her eyes on his young face, enjoying the attention. She shuddered and held her breath as she came, fighting back the urge to scream lest she scare him.

When the tremors faded, she sank back against Jensen and twisted her neck to kiss him, licking into his mouth and humming darkly.

“So fucking good, baby,” she tugged at Jensen’s lip and he tapped his middle finger against her clit, making her body jerk. “Fuck…”

Green eyes lifted with a smirk. “Wanna give it a go?”

Drake swallowed hard. “I don’t think it’ll be that quick,” he confessed, mouth watering at the sight of her glowing skin and drowsy eyes.

Y/N laughed and stretched out, enticing him with a flutter of painted lashes. “You can take your time… I won’t mind.”

He grabbed for her, his long fingers curling around the back of her neck and tugging her up. She sat up and teased his lips with her tongue as he struggled with the hem of her shirt.

“I got you, brother,” Jensen laughed, helping to pull the cotton up over her head. With a quick snap, he opened the clasp of her bra Y/N wiggled free, laying back against his chest and showing off for Drake. “Like what you see?”

“So much…” Drake exhaled heavily and sank down, lips puckered and ready for a taste. He licked at her lips and then fell down, nipping at her flesh with cautious and explorative bites.

Y/N tugged on his hair, scraped her nails across his scalp, egging him on. She drooped against Jensen and turned to kiss him, desperately lost in the hard suckle of Drake’s mouth.

“Oh, he’s… good at this,” she gasped, eyes rolling as Drake scraped her nipple with his teeth. “Wow…”

“Yeah?” Jensen hissed and grabbed her, pinching her cheeks with one hand and squeezing. “You like that?”

She nodded in his grasp, barely breathing as he licked into her.

Drake slid on the sofa as he kissed his way down her belly. Nerves gone, he popped the button on her jeans and tugged them down off of her hips, yanked them from her ankles. She whimpered pitifully when his mouth fit against her covered pussy. He breathed out, hot and damp against the cotton and her shudder was intense.

“Oh, fuck-”

Jensen sucked down her squirming cry and cupped her tits, massaging and tugging at her sensitive flesh while Drake teased down below.

“He good at that, princess?”

Jensen’s voice clouded her head and she nodded dumbly. “Yeah… so good…”

Still covered by the thin fabric, the tip of Drake’s thick tongue pushed into her and Y/N bucked her hips against his face, near to trembling all over again. Hungry, he snuck a finger inside her panties and tugged them aside. She shivered at the sudden cool and then moaned as his lips found her clit.

He lapped at her flesh, moaning happily as he felt her thighs close in around his head. He shut his eyes and pushed a testing finger into her, then another, going deeper until her hips bucked.

Jensen cleared his throat and looked down at him. “Hurry up down there,” he growled. “I want a turn.”

Y/N pouted. “Don’t make him hurry,” she groaned. “It’s so good…”

Jensen nipped at her lips, teeth snapping dangerously close. “Is it? You gonna cum so pretty? Show him how wet you get?”

She gasped. “Yeah- fuck- please…”

Drake pumped his arm, fucking up into her with his long fingers. She cooed into Jensen’s mouth, struggling to break through and find that sweet release.

Jensen kissed her hard and then whistled swiftly to grab Drake’s attention. “Add another finger and curl them to the left. Up and back.”

Drake’s brow creased in question but he did as instructed, crooking his fingers deep inside.

Y/N sucked in a loud gasp and came almost instantly; a warm gush of wetness flowing freely down Drake’s wrist.

“Fuck…” He stared for a second and then dove in, licking up her juices and humming happily.

Shivering, Y/N grabbed at Jensen’s ear and tugged him down, kissing him frantically. She was trembling and burning with pleasure, desperate for more.

Recognizing her needy kiss, Jensen clenched his jaw and stared into the depths of her. “You want him to fuck you?” he asked, green eyes dark with possession and lust.

She was too stunned to answer, too focused on the press of Drake’s tongue against her cunt. She whimpered and Jensen’s eyes narrowed.

“Do you?”

She faded, eyes unfocused as the pleasure saturated every inch of her.

“Well?” Jensen’s tone dropped and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Answer me.”

Her eyes rolled, her jaw fell, tongue drifting out to reach his lips. “Yes…”

Jensen licked at her tongue and she shivered. He cleared his throat and addressed his protege. “Well? You heard the lady.”

Drake gaped up at him with swollen wet lips and wide eyes. “Yes, sir.” He pushed himself up onto his knees and fumbled with his jeans, nearly falling off of the end of the sofa.

Jensen gave Y/N a tiny shove. “Help him,” he whispered and she went, floating as if in a dream.

Up on her knees, she barely reached his shoulders and she tipped her head back, staring up at him seductively. She reached for his zipper and his hands closed around hers.

“We can stop if you want,” she said, momentarily clear.

He shook his head and slid his hands up her bare arms and around her shoulders. “No…” His fingers curled around the nape of her neck and he bent to taste her sweet kiss again. “Don’t stop.”

She slipped the denim from his hips and fit her hand around his cock, gasping at the heft and length of him. “Oh my…” She sucked her lip through her teeth and pumped her hand, eyes large as she watched him fall into a mess of arousal. His mouth dropped opened and his eyes shut tight, his chest filled with a deep breath. “Feel good?”

His eyes were like slits and he smiled like a fool. “So good.”

She leaned closer and tugged his shirt up so she could lay a kiss on his chest. Humming, he pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it aside to lay with her clothes at the foot of the television.

On screen, Dean was fretting about life, still fighting against his feelings for Amara, but no one was watching anymore.

Jensen moved out of their way, sliding across the couch so they could fumble over each other while he tugged his hoodie off.

With space to move, Y/N laid back and Drake fell down, crushing her into the cushions. He breathed heavy into her and she drank him down, wiggling her legs around his trim waist. His cock nudged at her cunt but he held back, cautious hesitation flooding his eyes.

She rubbed at the back of his neck and rolled her hips. “Do it,” she urged with a whisper. “I wanna feel you…” She pushed her lips into him, sucked his tongue into her, close to crying with need. “Please, Drake… please fuck me…”

His blood was boiling, fingers trembling over her delicate skin. He looked to Jensen who nodded silently, and then broke free. He pushed into her and Y/N let out such a beautiful cry that he thought his heart would burst. He pulled out and she whimpered, he thrust back in and she yelped through clenched teeth. Her nails crested his biceps and his hips bruised her thighs.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He breathed her name like a song and sat up on his knees, drawing her hips upwards with his strong hands.

She rocked back into him and turned her face to Jensen, excited to see him disrobed and relaxed, casually fisting his cock. She licked her lips and called to him with a familiar gaze.

“Yeah?” He climbed to his feet, his cock hanging long and hard against his left thigh.

Y/N nodded and opened her mouth, stuck her pink tongue out, waiting.

He settled on the couch beside her head, knees digging in, denting the cushion. He leaned back on his heels and stroked himself a few times while watching Drake’s dick slide slowly through her slick cunt.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grit, heart racing, cock throbbing in his fist.

Drake shivered and dropped his chin, his body moving like an ocean wave as his fucked into her. “You ain’t kidding.”

Drool was spilling from her lips and Y/N moaned, reaching for Jensen with a weak hand. She scraped at his thigh until he closed the gap and bent over her, teasing her lips with the head of his dripping cock.

“That what you want, princess?”

She whimpered absently and lifted her head, taking him in as deep as she could.

“That’s it,” he praised, eyes rolling closed as her lips sealed tight around him. “So good, baby…”

Y/N went limp between them, filled and fucked and flooded with pleasure. She came hard just as Jensen struck the back of her throat, and Drake hissed, feeling her body seize tight around him.

Jensen growled in warning. “Don’t you dare cum in her.”

Drake sucked back a breath and strained to control himself, finally pulling out and grabbing the base of his cock.

Y/N reached a hand down between them and rubbed her thumb across his swollen head, making him explode and spray hot across her stomach. She moaned blissfully and the vibrations sent Jensen reeling. He jerked his hips and came on her willing tongue, panting as she swallowed down each delicious drop.

A familiar guitar riff echoed the room as the credits rolled, and Y/N rolled onto her side, hiding her face in a throw pillow as the boys dressed. She was glowing and warm, buzzing with orgasmic wonder.

“That was… unexpected,” she hummed, biting her lip as Drake bounced into his jeans.

He laughed and pulled the zipper up. “Extremely.”

“But good?”

He dropped his chin and looked up, still a little shy despite everything. “So good. Fucking amazing.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and hid a giggle in the pillow.

Jensen shook his head at their flirting and tossed a damp kitchen towel at her. “Don’t mess up the couch,” he teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes and sat up, clearing away the guck from her belly. “Like you haven’t spilled a hundred things on this seat.”

He grinned and shrugged. “Yeah, well…” Slipping back into his hoodie, he pushed the sleeves up and tugged on the strings. He sighed, contented. “What next?”

Drake’s head popped through his shirt and he squinted at Jensen, unsure. “Uh…”

Y/N laughed and threw the dirty towel back at her husband. “Next you get me a refil and some chips or something because I’m starving.” She fished for her panties on the floor and tugged them up. “And then we’re gonna start the next episode because- drama!”

Both guys laughed and Jensen set his hands on the back of the couch, leaning over to gaze lovingly at her.

“You serious?”

“Hell yeah,” she answered, grabbing the remote before even finding her shirt. “Sam’s in the cage with Lucifer! We gotta hurry!”

Drake gave a little shrug and plopped back down on the couch. “She’s right,” he said, looking over his shoulder at his boss. “Oh! And… Cas-”

With a sigh, Jensen relented and grabbed the whiskey from the nearby kitchen counter, quickly refilling their glasses.

She was right, though- it was a good episode.

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buckybarnesss · 7 months

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Can we start a discussion? When it comes to Teen Wolf & Shipping. Do you know of any other age difference ships that don't get as much pushback that Sterek does? Such as Marrish, Because despite the antis complaining against it it's still in the top 3 ships of all time.

haha so we've chosen violence this morning.

@dear-massacre and i have brought this up before.

teen wolf is not the show to be watching if you're looking for "unproblematic" content. age gap ships have always been like at the bottom of issues with the show lol.

sterek is the ship that has always gotten the most push back. mostly because of it's exposure and the way the show queerbaited the fuck outta it. it's the one most people are aware of even if they haven't watched the show. therefore, it's the one that gets the focus.

hold on to your butts.

now i didn't watch s5 till the show had ended but people did find the age gap concerning and gross between jordan and lydia despite lydia being 18 at the time.

lydia turned 18 in season 4. natalie and her discuss this at the lake house i believe in time of death. this makes the birthday we see for lydia in party guessed her 17th birthday.

parrish tells jared in riddled that he's 24. by the time of 5a which takes place during the first semester of lydia's senior year 2012 she would've still been 18 and he would've been 25 because 3b was the first semester of their junior year 2011 so 5a is a year later.

jordan and lydia have a 7 year difference. while their age gap is concerning because of the power dynamics jordan wasn't grooming her and it wasn't illegal. i think the writing shifted to try to imply that they were drawn to each other because of the banshee and hellhound connection.

jordan giving those andy dwyer vibes.

now let's take a look at thiam. a pretty popular and accepted ship.

theo is the same age as our core characters. he is in their grade and knew them when he was young.

our baby beta liam was a freshman when he was introduced so that makes him a sophomore when theo is introduced in 5a.

by the time theo and liam become frenemies the age difference between them is basically the original age difference from the pilot presentation script as derek and stiles.

aiden and ethan were both romantically and sexually involved with lydia and danny in season 3 despite making it clear they were only pretending to be high schoolers. they may have been in their early 20s but they were adults fucking minors by deception.

danny's whole dating history is suspect too due to it being implied he had an older boyfriend and he was seen going to a gay club. like what. he's supposed to be the same age as our core gang. he did have a mild thing for matt though who was at least a peer.

there's also harris being shown to be at the rave with a much younger woman (21 he says). like bruh. this is never addressed.

mason and corey. liam and hayden. stiles and malia. lydia and jackson. allison and isaac. scott and allison. lydia and stiles. scott and kira. paige and derek.

those are all age appropriate actual canon relationships. i would also add derek and braeden too.

no one gives one episode wonder heather shit about kissing stiles nonconsensually either.

derek's age is never canonically given but like c'mon. in s1 he doesn't act that much older than scott and stiles. he acts like their peer.

jeff and the writers did age him up a bit because they realized they made derek 13 when he was involved with kate. they were uncomfortable with him that young and instead pushed it up to near 16. (still fucked).

i've seen it discussed on the subreddit (🤮) and people seem to deluded themselves into thinking derek was older when he and kate were involved. ding dong they are wrong.

visionary tells us plainly that derek and paige were sophomores (hello scott parallels) and kate got her nasty hands on him not long after paige died.

i think after sterek the most discussed age gap issue discussed is derek's seduction/enticement of erica. it was definitely out of pocket and questionable behavior on his part but it is rarely brought up by the antis that erica jumped him and kissed him nonconsensually later. or the manipulation and rape by deception jennifer commits.

notice a theme? people age up derek to try to say what kate did wasn't grooming and statutory rape and deny that what jennifer did was also rape. they'll deny derek any and all victimhood while turning it around on him calling him an abuser towards stiles and basically calling him a pedophile because of the sterek ship. antis really want to make a canonical victim of multiple instances of sexual abuse into the abuser.

or worse they'll call real life people these things over a fictional ship.

where have i heard this kind of narrative before i wonder? 🙄

besides, derek only does the steering wheel thing in retaliation for stiles using his body as enticement for danny without his permission. stiles is the one who did the bad thing and crossed a boundary. it's not nice or really acceptable for derek to harm stiles like that but there's context to the action. it wasn't random. it was pointed. he never does anything like this again and in fact spends a vast majority of his time trying to protect stiles.

nothing sexual or even overtly romantic occurred between derek and stiles in canon. their only crime was having too much chemistry.

the antis are mad because people ship sterek and it's not even canon. it's all fanon. sure i'm of the belief a deep connection and attraction is there between them but it's all subtextual and never acted on by either party.

let me reiterate this: antis are mad over a hypothetical ship of two fictional characters that never happened in the source material.

besides, by the time the show ends and i mean the last, last scene there's been a 2 year time jump. when the show ends it's 2015. stiles would've been 20 fucking years old and by the time of the movie he's in his 30s.

i think by then he'd be allowed to ride derek's dick off into the sunset if he wanted.

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silenthillbunni · 3 months

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i feel absolutely sick to my stomach everytime i rmbr when my friend texted me from the bathroom of her 24yr old boyfriend. we were 12. she was nervous bc they were gnna have sex nd it was her first time, so we texted for a while. even if i was disapproving i comforted her bc i couldnt bring myself to be cruel to her in that moment. in hindsight im so sad bc out of all our friends, she texted me. i was against that relationship the whole time and i never hid it from her. yet i was the one she came to for comfort. i often feel bad for being so mean to her, bc when she first got into that relationship and she talked abt it i always told her how bad and wrong and disgusting that was. i always talked shit abt her bf (abuser nd rapist rlly) and ridiculed him. i knew it made her sad but i didnt care.

she moved away nd then we met up one time at 17, and she thanked me for being so vehemently and openly against that relationship. she told me i was the only one around her who had protested and told her it was wrong. even her own parents had been fine with a 24yr old man being romantically and sexually involved w their 12yr old daughter. (he was a friend to their family btw). she told me that she had become against age gaps now and said she didnt understand how she could've let herself do that. it makes me so sad bc she was a child. her parents should've protected her but no one protected her. i was a child too so i couldnt do anything more than tell her it was wrong. i always thought it was fucked up, but now when im 25.... i realize how truly fucked up it is to be attracted to a fkn 12yr old. like just 18yr olds are children to me. 12 is like a fkn baby. so gross. so sad that hundred thousands millions probably of teenage girls are being preyed upon by gross men and nobody gives a fuck. nobody does anything.

if im being honest i think most ppl even think it's normal and ok. and i mean they can do it openly too, no police involvment, their friends dont care, parents dont care. nobody cares. so sad and so fucked up. my heart breaks for all these girls, most of them wont even know it's bad until they're adults. but many of them will never recognize the damage it's done on them. my old friend still lives w that and from the looks of it, it has affected her profoundly. while that disgusting man just moves on swiftly w his life without a single care in the world. he prob still preys on young girls. fucked up disgusting humanity that allows this. nd i mean it's so dejecting that it IS normalized nd most ppl dont care. we see famous teenage girl being preyed upon by adult male celebs and ppl only romantacize it and support it. it's awful but this is what humanity is: depraved filthy and abusive.

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So I finally watched the new season (and four episodes of season two) of Total Drama, and I actually ended up liking it! Well, except for all the gross-out humor, but I’ve hated that aspect since the original series, so that’s not much of a surprise. Here, take some random thoughts:

I didn’t think I would like the character designs after seeing them floating around on my fyp a few times and my brain was like ‘old=good, new=bad’ and missed the old characters. But only an episode in I actually really started to like them and now I love basically every character design. Particularly Priya, Millie, Axel, and MK’s. They just make my brain happy for some reason.

Speaking of MK, I love her so much. She’s so cool and i hope either her or Axel wins season two, even though I don’t think that’s all too likely.

Speaking of MK again, I’m hard-core shipping her and Julia, please let them be girlfriends or at least have more awesome moments together I love them.

As previously mentioned, I hope Axel wins and therefore I like her a lot. She probably has my favorite character design, and she’s so badass. I wonder if the producers saw how Shawn was basically the only generally well-received character from Pahkitew besides Jasmine and so they brought back his zombie thing (and he’s an Easter egg during Axel’s intro). Since Shawn won Pahkitew, I doubt they’d let another Zombie-obsessed teen win the million, but hopefully I’m wrong.

The Axel and Ripper ship was…Unexpected, but I’m a huge multishipper who will ship basically anything as long as it’s not, like, incest or a ginormous age gap or something. So of course I think it’s pretty cute. It kinda came out of nowhere and I wish they would’ve shown Ripper realizing he likes Axel instead of him just suddenly stating that he does, but oh well.

Wayne constantly calling Raj ‘Raj-y’ all the time was such a cute dialog quirk to show how the two of them are close friends. Plus, Wayne being aggressively supportive of Raj coming out was my favorite thing ever.

Oh and Bowie and Raj’s relationship was adorable, obviously. That one moment where Raj says (talking about Bowie, paraphrased) ‘Yeah, he looks good…I MEAN he’s doing good! That’s what I said.’ Was so cute I loved it.

Julia secretly being evil wasn’t really too much of a twist for me, but it didn’t bother me that it was treated as one, since after an episode or two it’s just accepted that she’s pure evil, and she just gets worse and worse and honestly I can respect that.

I always thought All-Stars and especially Revenge of the Island felt rushed, or at least could’ve majorly benefited from having more episodes like the first three seasons, but strangely enough I think the pacing felt pretty good in this season’s 13 episodes. It felt like every character was actually explored properly but still had potential stored for the second season.

Speaking of potential, Caleb got voted out first in season one and so far I like what they’re doing with him in season two. He’s like Justin but less over-the-top and he actually seems pretty likable. I love how it’s not completely clear if Caleb knows if Priya has a crush on him or not, and while you’re inclined to assume he does and he’s just using her thanks to Alejandro and Justin’s legacy, he never says ‘oh, Priya’s into me and is easy to manipulate so I’m going to form an Alliance with her”. So I’m excited to see what happens with him.

Chase and Emma are a train wreck of a couple and I’m so glad season two started with them hating each other and ended with the two of them hating each other before they got voted off. I’m kinda sad to see Emma go so soon, though. Realistically, I think Priya would’ve gone home that challenge, since she made Emma pick the wrong answer during the challenge, but the writers need her around for the plot so Emma is voted off instead.

I think the writers didn’t know what to do with Chase and Emma now that they hate each other forever, so they just had them leave early and that’s kinda sad.

I was a little worried I wouldn’t like Bowie but after I made it through the first few episodes I quickly realized I actually really like him! He’s a ruthless player, but not over-the-top evil and I think that’s cool.

Scary Girl (Lauren) reminds me way too much of Veronika Grebenshikova oh my god. They have a similar fashion sense and personality. I really hope Scary Girl follows through on her threat to come back and make people pay or whatever, that would be very fun to watch. Also her efforts to become normal for a whole year only for people to vote her off for being creepy is weirdly very sad to me. She tried so hard to fit in and failed. But she did say she hid in their closets and stalked them, (was that true or was she kidding?), so I guess it makes sense everyone freaked out.

Chef is so…nice this season? I don’t know, but he seems a lot more caring for the campers. I’m not complaining, we kinda need someone to balance out Chris’s insanity.

I…Think that’s all? I might add more later, but for now that’s all I can think of.

#total drama 2023 #tdi23 spoilers

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thelonesomequeen · 9 months

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Pascal if you had to guess, do you see this marriage lasting in your personal humble opinion?

I don’t think so, no. I think the age difference could eventually be their demise. I think right now while they’re both younger, they’re still full of life and energy and the age gap doesn’t matter a whole bunch because they’re probably still having a good time. But in 10 or 20 years from now I’m not sure that’ll be the case? Alba (who would only be a few years older than Chris is now) is still going to have that energy and Chris will be at a point where he might be slowing down due to age. And I don’t mean that negatively. It’s just a reality of life and aging. How many of us don’t witness our parents start to slow down a bit in their 60s? I kind of wonder what social/generational differences could pop up between them as well in that time period that could cause issues, too.

There are other things like distance between friends and family that in a normal situation I think could also be a problem. But with his money and their freer schedules, they’ll have the time and money to travel to see family. They aren’t bound to limited income and working a typical 9-5 with only so many PTO days like us average people are so that might not be an issue for them specifically, but I can see how there could be potential for that to be a problem down the line because one of them would need to relocate.

Overall I still kind of question the sincerity of both of them in this relationship, too. I don’t know them personally, so I can’t say what their intentions are for certain, but the optics of the relationship due to the age gap don’t look great. It’s caused plenty of speculation about their character from outsiders. How many people didn’t look at Chris when the relationship was confirmed and go “oh so he’s just a typical Hollywood man going for the young girl?! Gross.” and how many people didn’t look at Alba an assume she was a gold digger looking for a rich husband? IF Chris was just looking for a pretty young thing, who is to say Alba wouldn’t one day get replaced with the next pretty young thing once she ages? Or if Alba was just looking for a sugar daddy, who is to say she wouldn’t one day replace Chris with someone with more money or who is willing to shell out more cash on her? ***I want to point out that I’m not accusing either of them of going into the relationship with bad intentions like I’ve described, I’m just pointing out that IF one or the both of them have, then they’ve built a relationship on a foundation that isn’t going to last because it didn’t start with the right intentions. Hopefully I’ve explained that well?

And I could be completely wrong here. Maybe they’re both extremely happy and they’ve found their person and things will work out just fine for them. But you asked my opinion and I shared it. I’m not entirely convinced it’ll last in the long run because things have always looked and felt off about this whole thing based on what we see from the outside (which I acknowledge isn’t always an accurate depiction of reality) 🦎

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I keep seeing anons mention Doors and your screenshots from a Sims 3 story. What was it about?

omg! Doors was my second 'big' story written using sims, the first that I took to its own blog because I kept getting banned from the exchange. It was a wild ride. I wrote it when I was maybe seventeen and it's VERY silly and disjointed, I was not a girl with a plan, I just went with the flow of it and you could tell, but anyway, the synopsis is under the cut.

it's about a 17 year old girl called Kady Lawson whose parents recently got divorced. She and her mother move to the top floor an old Brownstone building in Bridgeport.

Kady immediately starts to experience strange happenings in the house, and wonders whether she and her mother are really alone... It begins with strange knocking on the wall of her bedroom that only gets worse and worse as time goes on. Then things start falling off the shelves in her bedroom and she becomes convinced that there's a poltergeist in her house.

She tries to explain this to her mother (an airhead) who obviously doesn't believe her.

Anyway, obviously things get way worse and the poltergeist kicks into high gear and starts throwing things at Kady and physically injuring her. She also notices a figure of a strange woman in the background of a family photo that definitely wasn't there before. Creep city, if you ask me.

Anyway, then one night Kady is trying to sleep when the lights of the city outside strangely dim and it goes deathly silent. The figure of a woman materialises in the corner of her bedroom and stares her. Kady is too afraid to move so she just stares back and prays that she will leave her alone. After several terrifying moments the woman floats towards the bookshelves in Kady's room, through them, and disappears into the wall. Kady, super smart gorl, pulls back the bookcases to revel *gasp!* a hidden door.

Kady goes through the door to find an array of desperately boring things, paintings, boxes, an easel, nothing of remote interest except for another door on the other side of this little crawl space. Brave girl, she steps through it to find...

The neighbour's apartment. It's a trendy loft that belongs to a guy called Tristan, who becomes Kady's sidekick in this mystery. This is pretty much when I decided to give up on the ghost thing and make it a love story instead, but I tried my best to keep the mystery going even though i no longer cared about it. Tristan is a former child actor who has escaped Lucky Palms for a secluded life in Bridgeport, away from his insane parents, his grief over his dead sister and his (obvious, but never explicitly stated) drug additions. "It's hell, like siberia except it's warmer" - he explained to her. He's way too old for her, but I guess when I was 17 I thought age gaps were hot and relationships between 17/18 year olds and 23 year olds were A-OK lmao.

Tristan is somehow okay with Kady busting into his private space, listens to her problems and quickly agrees to help her to solve the mystery, 'cause he's a kooky guy, he's seen crazier things, and he could use the entertainment. I was obsessed with him. He was the weirdest character I ever wrote, and I eventually got bullied by adult women on some writers forum because I made him too gross and weird and they didn't like it hahaha.

Kady and Tristan try to solve the mystery of the haunted house and come up against dead end after dead end. They find relatives of the former owners of the house, look through old photographs, do a ouija board and Kady has a series of prophetic dreams. Meanwhile she's like "This guy is the worst and also gross!! But he's kinda....??" and he's like "I'm disloyal and selfish and I don't believe in love so don't bother" They have a small falling out over things that go wrong on her 18th birthday and stop speaking.

Anyway then fucked up stuff starts happening in Tristan's apartment and he comes back to Kady to ask her for help. There are things moving around inside his mattress and writing appearing on his walls, including a message that seems to implicate a former owner of the brownstone for murder.

They eventually locate a musty old diary belonging to the woman of the house from the 1920s. She talks about how her husband has been eyeing up the hussy next door, and she is NOT happy about it. It details her discovery that her husband has built a passageway between their homes so he can sneak over in the night and cheat on her. (don't ask me how she never noticed him building the doors or not being in bed with her at night, I didn't think about these kinds of things. It was just the vibe.)

Tristan and Kady do more research (lots of research in this story, they're also aided by Kady being suddenly psychic for no reason) and uncover a death certificate for the hussy next door (Esther). Cause of death - blunt force trauma to the skull lmao.

Kady invites Tristan over for awkward coffee, and he comes in and steps on a creaky floorboard (the same floorboard that creaks in chapter one!! I was planning ahead a bit i guess) she has an idea. She grabs a hammer and yanks up the boards to uncover a mound of old dusty books. Boring! Except one of them *gasp* was in one of Kady's prophetic dreams!!

It is a journal belonging to the murdered woman (who is the ghost, btw) where she is documenting her pregnancy. As an aside, I'm cackling at this line from Tristan when he puts two and two together. “Didn’t Vera say something in her journal about Esther looking kinda fat?”

Thanks for that, insightful king .

They go back to the crawl space that divides their apartments and discover a box of baby things. Then they hear an unholy crash coming from Tristans room. They rush out to discover his things thrown about the place, wardrobe hanging open, clothes everywhere. The ghosts are at it again, boys. But Kady discovers a box at the bottom of his wardrobe. Because she's nosy and has to respect for privacy she opens it and discovers photos of his dead sister. Sad!

Kady and Tristan get another lead that the evil killer woman had ties to Appaloosa Plains. They take a fun road trip, get a motel, and obviously I decided to pull a 'there was only one bed' move because it was the style at the time.

Adorable, inappropriate age gap, power imbalance love <3

(actually there were two beds, but they end up using one to have a deep conversation and almost kiss!)

They talk about their lives but Tristan freezes up because he's deep and he's got wounds! He shuts her out and refuses to talk anymore.

They venture into the country bumpkin capital of the sims world and trace the murder's family home to a building in town that is now a saloon. They ask the owner for information about her, and he has none. Kady admits to Tristan that she was kinda hoping to find a confession to the murder (why would she leave that lying around though? Anyway...) They discover that the murderer (Vera) changed her name, married a wealthy man and scorned her working class country roots.

They go poking around in the backrooms of the saloon and discover stacks and stacks of old newspapers in a cellar, which they write off as useless trash until they discover that they're all the same copy of the same paper from the same day. Somebody bought up every copy in town and hid them away. The search through the papers to discover a report of a missing person in Bridgeport - not Esther, but Vera's husband Henry! Gasp! did she kill him too?

As soon as they mention the word murder Kady spirals into an intense psychic vision and see's a half decomposed, skeletal body emerge from the darkness. Freezing cold suddenly and unable to move or scream, she collapses to the floor in terror.

Anyway, Tristan takes the opportunity to almost kiss her but doesn't because I was building suspense.

Then they randomly find a hole in the floor lol!

Tell me how nobody has seen this in like 80 years!! nobody like, swept the floor? Anyway. Roll with it.

There's a human skeleton hanging out down there and Kady vomits on Tristan's designer sneakers.

Weeks later, long after returning from Appaloosa Plains, Kady sulks in her window and wonders what the fuck she's meant to do about a crusty old murder that happened in like, the 20s. Who is she to solve it? Even Vera is dead so like, what's the point (I'm also wondering this Kady, so hopefully one of us can figure it out) I think she's also not talking to Tristan although this is not clear. She sees him walking across the street and gets sad because he's so sexy and yet so unavailable to her. *sigh*

All of a sudden Kady has ANOTHER psychic vision omg. She sees a little girl ghost appear in her room, a girl who introduces herself as the Esther's daughter! She says she died of the flu or some shit when she was ten and she holds all the answers. "Take my hand' she tells Kady. "I'll show you." Kady does, and they embark...

The ghost girl - Rebecca brings Kady down a mysterious corridor lined with doors, each one of which holds a piece of the puzzle.

Behind one door is Esther's murdered body, and the murder weapon, a humble hammer, lies on the floor next to her feet (look at my editing skills! amaze) she then witnesses Vera coming into the room and cleaning up the crime scene, removing evidence that she did it, hiding the hammer.

Then Kady goes into another room and sees Vera poisoning poor sickly Rebecca's soup for no reason other than she is evil. Kady blacks out AGAIN because apparently she literally cannot stop doing this and I didn't know how else to transition to another scene.

Kady comes to in time to see Tristan coming home from wherever he was (likely spreading STDs around the place tbh) she tries to tell him what she's seen but he doesn't care, he's too busy being damaged and interesting. Oh, he's also drunk. Okay.

He actually does tell her that he's a drug addict here. Okay. He got hooked on cocaine when he was an actor and now he's clean. Not relevant at all to the story I think I'd just found out about cocaine at this point in my life and i wanted to include it.

Kady visits Esther's and Rebecca's graves. She awkwardly speaks to Rebecca and says that she's sorry for what happened to her, but she's figured it all out now. She says that she hopes she can rest in peace now (even though you did nothing, babe, honestly.) She explains that Rebecca's father was murdered in Appaloosa Plains and left to rot in a cellar. She also DIDN'T CALL THE POLICE? Like she found a body and did nothing about it and now the mystery is over. Okay whatever.

Anyway, Tristan is moving back to Lucky Palms to be with his family because he has realised that he mustn't run away from his problems. He waits for Kady in her room (breaking and entering) and she comes home from the graveyard to find him there.

they finally have a big dirty smooch but don't do anything else I swear!!!!

I actually remember readers being annoyed that they didn't fuck, but like, I was a teenage girl who hadn't done anything but kiss yet! There was no way I was going to write about something like that, and I felt guilty for not trying to because so many readers were like "aw! what?? after all that and they're not going to bang??" Like sorry, no. I'm 17 and a virgin you're going to have to go somewhere else, queens xx

Kady and Tristan say goodbye in an airport and he says "I've fallen in love with you, I guess." Nice!

Then she has to leave, but he loudly sings love songs to her until he gets tackled to the floor by security (and possibly arrested? It's not clear)

Kady looks at him and laughs cos he's so wild and crazy. Whadda guy, am I right?

That's it lol. It was actually really really fun to read this story again and relay it, because I don't remember any of it. It was like reading it for the first time with totally fresh eyes. I had so many readers on this thing, like at least 500 which is INSANE to me now. The community was much more alive back then and more people were writing and reading, and like in a way I'm proud of it for what it is. It was a valiant attempt at a novella, and people really did connect with it, so as much as I'm kind of sneering at it (kindly - because it's myself) I have to stand behind it and say yeah! I finished it! And people showed up week after week and read it so that's really cool!

Thanks for sending this question - I don't know if an entire synopsis is what you were asking for, but there it is!

#sims #simlit #sims story #fiction #writing #romance #sims 3 story #sims 3 storytelling #sims3 storytelling

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theprincessofpowerremake · 2 years

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kip! ( SPOP oc introduction )

( old design )

( new design is in the works! )

full name - kip randor ( old last name is not remembered ) ( changed ) age - 18 ( beginning of story ) 19 ( end of story ) race/ethnicity/species - salinean, asian-coded, etherian gender/sex/pronouns - non-binary, AMAB, they/he sexual orientation(s) - homosexual height - 6'0

backstory - kip was adopted by adora when she was 22, and kip was about one year old. kip believes that their bio parents hadn't want them, but doesn't want to look for them to figure it out. kip calls adora "mama" or "ma".

relationship with other characters . . .

adora - loves her with all their heart. hurting her was devastating for them.

glimmer - essentially the cool aunt, but is sometimes wise.

bow - very sweet uncle who is a sucker for kip and gets them anything they want. adora's had a few conversations with him about it.

entrapta - kip calls her their grandma-aunt. she's still a little energetic about her science experiments, but only let's kip help if they keep safety in mind ( coat, goggles, etc. ).

mermista, perfuma, etc. - also essentially aunts to kip, but frosta's the one they're the closest to, due to the closer age gap ( despite it still being p big ).

seahawk - is a good-bad influence on kip. is the one who gives kip extra money on holidays/birthdays.

swift wind - as the horse is in more older age, he can't fly kip for as long as he'd like, but is always there for when needed. has helped kip when adora couldn't.

melog - good fren. lovely fren. kip loves melog.

hordak - no personal history, but since knowing of the history, kip's glad he's dead.

catra - ...complicated.

the horde trio - really likes hanging out with them.

scorpia - probably the wine aunt.

shadow weaver - she's dead as well, and kip doesn't personally know her, but adora's spoken about her in conflicting ways. as adora doesn't speak of her often, kip doesn't know how to feel about her.

double trouble - as they're not gross in this one, kip likes them.

wrong hordak - funny uncle!

horde prime - glad he's dead too.

like with beck ( and another upcoming OC, izzie ), i will be talking about kip commonly! if you got any questions, feel free to ask!

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CHARACTERS: tatiana won, trenton won, random nurse (mentioned: nael sterling, sybil won, unnamed won father) WORD COUNT: 1577 WARNINGS: inappropriate age gap relationships, allusion to depression NOTES: baby LITERALLY. so excited for the first piece of this series (links to other will be here eventually). if you ask i'll tell you the name teehee.

⠀⠀★ ۫ ⠀⠀ Everything was easy for Nael; it always had been. At the ripe age of 12, he had met his best friend for the first time. Trenton and him would continue to be inseparable.

Their bond was quick, becoming a unit as soon as they realised how similar their lives were. Like Nael, Trenton came from wealth – an old money mother with a fortune back in the motherland, and a father who married for money first and love second. Trenton’s mom was only slightly less overbearing than Nael’s. But Mrs. Won wasn’t herself if she wasn’t pestering the boys over something silly like an undone button.

The one thing Nael didn’t have was a sister. It wasn’t exactly like Trenton was obsessed with having one, but he did nonetheless. Tatianna was only three years younger than Nael and Trenton, but from the minute Nael could remember, she was tagging along.

She loved the boys more than anything – and what Trenton did, so did Tati. It started with the skateboard; the minute Trenton got one, Tatiana was sneaking it away to practise kickflips. It soon became music, from the drums to GarageBand to an actual turntable. And after that, it was his friends. His first girlfriend suddenly became best friends with Tatiana. Trenton and Nael start going to parties? Now Trenton’s a little too-young sister is there too.

It wasn’t long before Nael considered Tatiana an equal part in his life to Trenton.

It was always a fight with her mom, and a fight with her mom meant her dad and Trenton were disappointed too.

Her spit was gross to taste, and her entire body was sore from the needle. She could barely remember a second of it, which she figured was the point.

But the part she wanted to forget about the most was the part that lingered. Something that everyone would tell her she was brave for, something that her mom never shut up about, overtaken by the loneliness of it all.

From the second Tatiana could remember, she was following in Trenton’s footsteps; what he did, she did. A long time ago, Trenton had made it clear that Tatiana was second best to his life, and a long time ago Tatiana would try to sour it all until he realised what was important.

But it was always, every single time, never her that came first. Brother, by blood, meant to always protect each other, and the last words he said to her were that she’s always making these dumb decisions.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t tell him. Maybe that’s why she didn’t think twice about blocking his number. He chose her mom; he chose to let her walk away, and Tatiana wasn’t going to try with him anymore.

She wonders if he was there the last time she was in a room like this. Not just a hospital room, because she’s had too many broken bones to count. But when she was a baby. Did Trenton sit there and think they’d get along? Did he sit there and think he’d choose her, even when she lies, even when she hurts their mom?

It had always been complicated with Sybil Won. She had two children she loved and adored, and those two children were nothing like her but so much like each other. But Trenton and Tatiana, despite their differences to their mom, always defended her, even when she was in the wrong. Tati had always chalked up her brother’s loyalty to teenage angst. Of course, he’d want to bicker with his sister, but he was an adult now, and he’s still looking at her telling her she’s cruel.

Cruel for a lie that would protect them. Cruel for protecting herself. Cruel for protecting someone who didn’t even show up…

Nael had come to her hotel room three days after the fight with her mom, and she told him the truth, given him the test and everything. He held her hand through the entire story until that moment, and his grasp loosened. She didn’t think anything of it because he still kissed her before he left, promising he’d come back the next day.

He didn’t.

Not just the next day, but the day after that, and the week after that. Months later, and Tatiana is nothing but lonely. In that hotel room for months until the final month, until the hospital.

It happened in public, and all Tatiana could think of was Trenton and her mom. That maybe it was her fault she was alone, that maybe all these years, it had always been her that was overreacting – that her mother wasn’t strict; she just cared. And Trenton didn’t hate her; he was just a teenage boy. So normal, not wanting her anywhere near his friends, and if only he knew.

Abandoned and alone, and the pain of it all came back. Because Trenton was in South Korea, and her mom was in Montreal, and somehow Tatiana ended up in Niagara Falls, as far as she could get with only enough money for one gas station stop. Niagara Falls for nine months, all alone.

He probably wasn’t even in Canada anymore; he probably was in Korea visiting Trenton, pretending like he didn’t run away, pretending like Tati’s lie to his best friend was real. Like she wasn’t alone, forever attached but alone.

The nurse came in, wheeling the bassinet with her. “Ms. Won, you have a visitor.” The crib was pushed towards her, and Tati’s stomach dropped.

A horrible daughter, a horrible sister bound to be a horrible mom. “I- I can’t even look at him.” She whimpered, “I can’t even think of a name.”

The nurse had a look of pity on her face, which just made the tears worse. “Oh god, oh god.” Tears falling nonstop, “Oh god, I’m a horrible mom. I haven’t even looked at him yet, and I’m a horrible mom.”

“Sweetheart, you haven’t even seen his face yet; you can’t give him a name if you don’t know what he looks like.” Her injured threading through Tati’s hair, “And you can’t be a bad mom if you haven’t named him yet – it’s the grace period.”

She imagined her mom saying this, running her hands over her head and laying in the bed with her. Even at their worst, Sybil would hold Tati’s hand.

The nurse sent her a little smile and tilted her head towards the bassinet.

Although the tears would stop, the dream of her mom being here gave her a little high, “Okay.” is all she could breathe out, and the next thing she knows the baby’s being put into her arms, and the tears aren’t going away but getting stronger.

Not a single bit of Nael there. Black hair and dark brown eyes, with little rosy cheeks, and maybe her mom and brother were in the room with her. Maybe she can just call them first for once, maybe it’s not her loss at all.

“I’m not a bad mom.” She laughed, tears still streaming down her face, but she didn’t care. This was her little boy, and his little cheeks and fluffy hair were telling her she was a human, a daughter, a sister, and a mom.

She wasn’t bad or perfect; she was just her.

“I think he’s a lot like dad,” a voice said from the door, a voice that took away the pit in her stomach and laughed at it. A voice that, from every injury she ever had, was always there to lessen the blow before mom showed up panicked.

“I booked mom a flight over here, and dad’s on his way from Singapore,” he sat in the chair like nothing was crazy about any of this, like he knew the whole time.

“You’re not freaking out,” was all she could get out, eyes still stuck on the little blob in her arms.

“I’ll yell at you when you’re an empty nester.”

“I’ve ruined my life, Trent. Ruined,” she muttered, “I have no education, I have no job, or boyfriend. I’m alone.”

“You’re so stupid sometimes, T,” his footsteps got closer, and the bed was caving as he sat beside her. It was the first time in nine months that she had seen his face in person.

“We both know, baby or not, you’re not suited for academia. I have connections now, you know – real music connections, not that underground bullshit you’ve been doing.”

“He told you about that too?” She didn’t want to say his name when everything was still fresh for all of them.

“I’ll kill him, T, I mean it.” No, he didn’t, he’d never hurt a fly, “And no, I always knew, just like I always knew about Nael – I mean not that it was mutual but you are not subtle and never have been.”

The whole idea of Trenton thinking Nael was just a friend made her more nauseous than childbirth, “How much do you know?”

“I know he’s never allowed in my apartment again, and I know he obviously walked away when it mattered – all things considered.” He took a deep breath and brushed the baby’s hair back, “But I didn’t want to hear it from him, not when you were here and he was so comfortable lying to me when it drove you crazy.”

“Mom’s really on her way.” Her voice broke as her head leaned down on his shoulder, and all he was hum confirmation.

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Anaxiphilia| chapter 01. | myg | jjk.

Synopsis: Happiness in it’s complexity, was something you thought you had, back in college. Your best friends Jungkook and Yoongi, slowly became a big part in your life. But what happens when teenagers grow up to be rich and spoiled devils, hating each other and fighting for the only thing that has stayed the same throughout the years: you.

Pairing: min yoongi/ jeon jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, angst, romance

tropes: love triangle (not the annoying kind), past lovers meet again, best friends to enemies.

warnings: mature content, sexual content, heavy language, rich and spoiled adults, small age gap between reader and yoongi/ jungkook.

word count: 3k +

series m.list| whole m.list

Dated: 27/12/2018:

y/n spent Christmas with us. Her hair was tied in a black ribbon and she was wearing a white dress. She looked like an angel, flushed cheeks and big smiles the whole evening. Her legs were exposed, the apartment was warm. I couldn't help but swallow her appearance whole. You cannot judge me for that anymore.

Goddamnit I love her! I'm so in love with her, it hurts. Why does she have to be with him?

His eyes are following her figure like a certainty, something that he is used to. Yoongi loves her, I'm sure of it. But does he love her like I do? Does he feel the passion for her like I do? He is the master of masking his persona, and the girl that should've been mine fell in love with this devil I'm calling best friend.

-jeon jungkook.

„Anaxiphilia. noun. the act of falling in love with the wrong person."

Your voice was gleaming through the room, an echo softly escaping through the space of your shared apartment. It was muffled and ultimately stopped by the walls, freshly painted in white, the smell still numbing your senses.

"What is that for Jungkook?"

Your hand was holding the brown paper, it was slightly cracked and you traced your fingertips along the folding lines. It was heavily used. His eyes sparked up from the ground he was gazing at, planning his chores so he could be free for the evening that awaited both of you.

"Oh that?"

He stepped nearer, his tall figure now appearing in front of you, blocking your sight from everything unnecessary. He stared at the paper, a slight smile painting his lips and you couldn't help but admire your boyfriend's face, like it was carved from the gods themselves.

"That is my list with unordinary words, I used them in essays and letters to, you know, seem like a smart ass."

One shoulder was hanging slightly lower than the other, his overall painted with white color, a printing of a hand that you recognized as your own decorating his chest. The paint was still under your fingernails, a gross consistency but the memories were worth it all.

"Why didn't you tell me about that, before I was graduating college!" Your tone was impressively angry, but your face told him in fact, that you were just kidding. That was how the days passed with you two: joking around, going on romantic dates and ultimately having sex. A lot of it.

It wasn't a miracle that as soon as Jungkook kissed your neck, giggling at your joke, innocently holding your waist lightly, goosebumps were shivering around his whole body as you let out a moan.

It also wasn't a miracle that you found yourself under him soon after, creating a mess on his bed, pillows spread all over your floor and both of your moans and grunts filling up the empty apartment, not even the walls could swallow the sounds whole.

Something that was new, however, was the sound of the noisy doorbell, ringing numerous times after the usual: both of you layered in sweat, looking in each other's eyes with confusion and tiredness. Who could it be, this early in the morning?

You got up, rapidly getting dressed but no matter how much you wore, the smell and look of sex was still all over your body, leaving you even more vulnerable as your naked figure itself. You ran to the door, opening it fast, as you already took too long getting dressed, but as you gazed upon complaining and well known eyes a familiar feeling was left in your bones and your heart skipped a beat.

"If you could shut the-"

His voice ends abruptly, as if he just swallowed his tongue and his inability to breathe made his face take on a shade of red. You couldn't tell if it was anger or embarrassment painting his features.

"Yoongi?"

The Voice behind you made you tremble. You were made for getting lost in memories, often displaying situations that were over long ago, only to get a grip on the feeling you had. But this wasn't a memory. And your stomach hurting and heart dropping as you gazed upon the hatred your ex-boyfriend was visibly experiencing right at this moment, wasn't a feeling you wanted to recall, ever again.

"Cheating on another boyfriend now, are we?"

He burned a hole into your heart, as he stared at you with disgusted eyes and knitted brows and as much as you wanted to pretend that he wasn't talking to you, he clearly was.

You felt alone, despite the three of you being so close to each other, something that used to be a consistency in your everyday life, is now a goddamn curse upon you.

“Dont fucking talk to her like that.”

You suddenly felt his presence again, as he stepped closer to you and grabbed your hands, dragging Yoongi's gaze away from your watering eyes only to make him stare at your intertwined hands. Jungkook's finger was rubbing over your hand, softly and warm, the opposite of your ex-boyfriend's eyes as he gulped.

“You two are together, aren't you? Fuck, thats hilarious!”

His chuckles are softening his features, but the deep dark tone was rather blurring your sight as you teared up finally, not that visibly for the others but you felt the burning sensation stronger than ever before. The air was full of tension, Yoongi's mad laughing and Jungkook's hand tightening around your middle and ring finger, the rest of your hand being ripped out of his touch.

“What are you doing here?”

Jungkook's Voice was unrecognizable, expression stern and hands sweaty. It calmed you a little, knowing that he was just as nervous as you were by this unexpected but well known guest. You thought you would never see him ever again, after he threw you out of his life, with pain and anger leading his actions.

But here he was, in a black suit and with a fresh face, his hair was raven black, what used to be his natural hair color. You haven't seen him with this hair color since his graduation, you dated him later when he was already blonde. It pained you a little, that he dyed them back, showing you clearly that he is not the person you adored anymore.

“Can't wait until she cheats on you too! You know, my bed is always there for you, the same I've taken your virginity in” His eyes were directed at you again as you grabbed your boyfriend's shirt as fast as you could, knowing he was ready to attack his old best friend.

“Don't Jungkook, please.” Your Voice was barely a whisper and the tone you spoke in was warm and almost calm, despite your whole body displaying the whole opposite. Jungkook now looked at you, breath quickening and hands slippery, the whole situation made you want to just run away. The only person not reacting this way was Yoongi, he just grinned and narrowed you down with his cat-like eyes that still captivated you.

“Yes Jungkook, no need to throw a tantrum, be nice to your new neighbour.”

That's what the sly grin was hiding.

When you and Jungkook decided to finally move in together, you had everything planned out. New life with new perspectives of a future spent in unison, his high paid job giving you too many opportunities and chances of a happy life. Yet, here he was, your ex boyfriend with an amused expression and a confident mimic, completely unrecognizable if it wasn't for his gummy smile that still might make your heart flutter, if used genuinely.

“Get the fuck out of our apartment, yoongi. Before I get violent.”

He let go of your hand, feeling like you had too much control over his actions and you knew this face all too well. This time, you don't get to intervene in the scene that was playing in front of you, this time you can't fix things. Broken hearts are stronger than wired friendships and love can be the goddess of hatred and destruction.

“Well, see you two around. Just wanted to tell you to not fuck her so early in the morning, some people sleep, jeon.”

“I will fuck my girlfriend whenever and however I want, min.”

His suit sat perfectly on his body, as he traced along his neck, trying to make the tie sit right for the 3rd time this evening. Your legs were hanging in the air, bored expression but shining eyes at the sight of your boyfriend. His T-shirt that you were currently wearing hanging loosely around your body, the position you were in made it impossible for it to cover you up, as Jungkook turned around, facing away from the mirror and gazed at you again.

“Legs on the bed, don't tempt me. We don't have time.”

You obeyed him, an unusual thing for you to do, your bratty and witty nature was often something Jungkook experienced in your relationship, but you knew he was too nervous and you didn't want to make it worse.

He sighed as you stood up, hugging him from behind, now both of you looking into the rather tiny mirror, heads pressed together. The day was exhausting and the interaction earlier made you two thoughtful, almost not speaking to each other. You knew it was wrong, communication was the key to solving problems, but you couldn't speak about it, not a word resembled the feeling Yoongi has left you with.

“I think we should move again.”

His words dropped like a bomb and you saw your eyes widen in the mirror, turning around to face him, as he did the same. His face remained serious, almost pained as he bit his tongue, but you had no time to analyze his features before you spoke.

“Are you insane? We just moved here! You have a Job here, you're just about to go to your first meeting! You want to give this beautiful Apartment up, only because he is here?”

Your words seem to be reflected in his mimic, he bit his lip and breathed in faster, nostrils flaring angrily.

“Well, you know I certainly have enough money to move around as often as I would like. He still thinks you have cheated on him and like a little child, he obviously won't let that go. He even told you, directly in your face, that he would sleep with you again!”

The sentences stumbled out of his mouth, getting louder with every word that he spoke, almost spitting in your face. Whenever you and Jungkook had a fight, it was messy. It didn't happen often, as you two did have a healthy relationship, but if there was a reason to fight it was the human being, living in the same building as you two now. His brows were furrowed and eyes set on you, glaring into your own, as he just turned around facing the mirror again.

“Are you kidding me Jungkook? I would never sleep with him, you know that! He just said that to mess with you!”

“I bet you told him that too, when you were together and look at us now.”

Your heart dropped and mouth went dry as he sent daggers to your chest with his carelessly chosen words. Jungkook had a way with how he spoke, he knew exactly how to affect those around him in the way that he wanted, and hurting you was something he intended right in this moment.

And he did hurt you.

Before you could answer him he was going down the stairs, with fast steps, trying to escape any noise you would give him for his hurtful words, but you didn't want to let him go that fast. Just as he opened the door to the foyer, you stopped him, glaring at him.

“Jeon Jungkook, you stay here and discuss this until the end!”

“Why should I? I have told you everything I'm thinking right now, so if you wanna talk to someone about this, why don't you knock on his door?”

His words were echoing through the whole building, causing them to be repeated, which made your heart once again lose his usual rhythm. You couldn't understand the jealousy that was controlling your boyfriend right at this moment, as you looked at him with concern in your expression.

“I'm already late.” he said, calmer but still cold as he turned around and escaped the fight, but the solution at the same time. You watched him go and shake your head in worry about the situation escalating like that.

You kept standing there, rooted in the foyer as the coldness that surrounded your body made you realize that you were only in Jungkook's T-shirt and your underwear, finally motivating you to go back to your apartment, away from potential eyes and ears that could've heard the fight between you and your boyfriend.

As you returned to your Apartment door, you accidentally brushed against someone else, silently muttering an apology, before you realized who it was. You looked at him in disbelief, and just kept walking, or at least tried to, as he stopped you by grabbing your arm and turning you back to look at him in one swift motion.

“Are you alright?”

He spoke clearly and friendly, his whole appearance displaying the whole opposite of the situation earlier and his concern being voiced genuinely. You nodded, silently confirming his question as Yoongi let go of you and nodded too. He was wearing a suit, similar to Jungkooks, but his was white instead of black.

“I'm sorry.” he whispered, as he just walked off and shut the building door, with a loud noise, leaving the conversation unfinished, just like Jungkook did. You weren't sure what he was apologizing for, but you appreciated it either way, as you ran your hands through your hair and closed your own apartment door, much quieter than he did.

Shaking, you woke up from loud poltering downstairs, as you threw away the blanket that warmed up your whole body, a coldness now creeping up and giving you goosebumps from head to toe. You glanced at the clock on your phone and groaned as you saw the time.

Was Jungkook creating a mess downstairs at 2 in the morning? You hurried downstairs, almost falling down the stairs as the rest of your body tried to catch up to the fast pace your legs had set and as you saw what caused the loud noise, your breath hitched.

“Jungkook?”

It was dark, no light was burning except the lantern light that was mirrored in the window of your kitchen, but still you could see his head snapping to you as he put down a glass. He strutted to you, stumbling and you were confused about his movements as he finally stopped in front of you and hugged you tightly. You felt his body shaking as he cried into the top of your head, his heartbeat pressed against your ear.

“I fucked up, everything is fucked up!” He was drunk, his words coming out his mouth way too fast, almost not understandable. His grip tightened around your body and his crying worse now, as he spoke to you.

“He is destroying everything! Now, he is even working with me! He will always haunt me- us-”

You somehow knew who he was talking about as everything finally made sense: You saw Yoongi in that suit, hurrying to go somewhere at the same time Jungkook was heading to that meeting. You finally put the pieces together, the puzzle being completely in front of you. A part of you was dreaming about this, about the three of you being united again someday, happily ever after. But this wasn't how it ended in your imagination, Jungkook was completely wasted, angrily crying and destroying the new plates that you have just gotten for the new apartment.

You wanted to answer him, comfort him but he didn't let you speak as he let go of you, kissing you deep and passionately.

“I'm so sorry about earlier.” he muttered between the kisses, hand grabbing your face with strength, as if he was afraid of you running away. You could barely catch your breath with the kisses he was giving you, his tongue tasting like liquor and hands grabbing and touching you like a man gone mad.

“I love you. I love you so much, please don't leave me for him, never.”

His talking has somehow gotten worse, as if your kisses were intoxicating him more than alcohol did, nonsense escaping his mouth but his concern being the naked truth of his insides. Jungkook may be a confident man, but he did see you with someone else for years, falling for you more and more. He is afraid of you slipping out of his grasp and being with another man, leaving him with one sided love and dark nights again.

“Jungkook-” you finally spoke, freeing yourself out of his little prison he has set you in the last couple of minutes.

“I love you. I will never ever leave you for him.”

His body relaxes, you felt him getting calmer with every word you spoke, the tiredness that both of you shared salivating you whole, as you just held each other in your arms without saying a word.

“Do you wanna talk about this?” you muttered as you felt his head shake on top of your own.

“No, just wanna hold you right now, we can talk in the morning.”

His words, once again, even in his drunk state achieved the exact thing Jungkook wanted: You being happy and holding onto him a little tighter, his Face growing a little smile that was swallowed by the coldness of the moonlight.

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