#point is i very much enjoy thinking of jo and i enjoy looking at him through a multitude of lenses so AGAIN

[todayisafridaynight]

The bookmark tag was #holder until i think of a tag for these asks but To Be Real even I forgot what it was...

BUT YEAH thanks so much for reading and I'm glad it's :] Intelligible At Least :] obviously I would be up for reading anything that came to mind after putting you and your followers through All That but understandable... A lot of people I've shown the checklist items or pointed out specific behaviors to have actually said similar [i.e. I'm In This Picture And I Don't Like It], so I totally get what you mean, too!

I think a lot of my picks wound up being generalized trauma responses/aftereffects of abuse or neglect [hence I meandered off into just talking about Jo's father half the time], so I guess it's to be expected a lot of them don't read as being CSA-specific or are broadly relatable; it's not like he's supposed to be read that way, after all. I just wasn't able to zero in on many of the more specific ones because I've Never Seen Jo In This Situation Chief I Don't Know What He Thinks About His Name Or His Body Or Mirrors Or Sex Or Affection I Don't Know How Well Or Poorly He Sleeps [Presumably Poorly Though He Has The Second-Reddest Eyes In The Whole Game]

I don't really think I'll have anything to add though unless Infinite Wealth goes off the rails or I actually continue reading the book... so that will have to do... I originally was just riffing on RGGJo's attachment issues, self-destructiveness, and specific entwinement of sexuality/aggression/romance, and his portrayal in my fic lined up pretty closely, so I thought it'd be interesting to apply the same lens to Y7Jo...

But Yeah x2 thank you for the opportunity to talk about it and I'm Glad It's Intelligible At Least x2

THANK YOU i really should change that tag to something better... <- i will immediately forget to do so like a jackass

BUT YA OF COURSE OF COURSE i was truthful when i said it was a real good read (but once again. i have -5 speech skills so i can't properly word SHIT) and was a thorough examination of jo's trauma and how it manifests in him and how it's exhibited through his actions. ALWAYS a big fan of that :)

#snap chats #IN REGARDS TO Jo In Situations that is. VAGUELY my specialty #ive at least thought of jo's attitudes towards affection/relationships #and i Do Not Think he sleeps AS adequately as he should whether it's due to just. Overworking or #If I May Dare To Think he might be prone to night terrors #the Danger Zone of me thinking of Jo In Situations that dont have a lot of background is that i end up projecting a LOT of my issues LMAO #i dont know what it says about me when a lot of those issues seem to fit him #i do try my best NOT to over project of course i try to keep everyone relatively in the bounds of believability to their charas #which is why its funny when i do end up doin a lil projection it works out. Apparently #not sure i could do the same when it comes to jo's POV on his name and body tho. i hate those things bout myself for uh #VERY different reasons LMAOO tho i could imagine jo harboring some feelings of. hm. whats the word. #not Total Disgust But Some and Some Agitation whenever he has to acknowledge he exists outside of being a tool. To Put It Bluntly #cause we know he sees himself as a tool in some aspects- a bullet more specifically. so i can imagine instances where he has to Be A Human #its just. Ew Whats That LMAO YK WHAT I MEAN i do. i know what i mean. mirrors are evil #SORRY IM RAMBLING i shouldnt be.. i got gameritis <- i fucked up my wrists playing sonic riders somehow and it hurts to move #point is i very much enjoy thinking of jo and i enjoy looking at him through a multitude of lenses so AGAIN #thank you much for writing in :] im sorry i have three jewel beetles and a cicada shell for a brain #i am always interested in reading what you have to say tho... cant stress that enough.. #truly curious for how jo will be in infinite wealth now that he Doesnt have to be a bullet anymore. what are you like my guy.. lemme see.. #now pardon me while i fuck up my wrists more. i do not want to do my job today (i will soon im just delaying the inevitable. as a treat)

[undercoverpena]

comfort came against my will

gif credit to @perotovar

joel miller x f!reader summary: it’ll begin with a little beg, a whispered plea—fingers wrapping around his chin, mouth ghosting over his: Let me ride you, Miller.

word count: 1.8k warnings: smut, p in v, jo's spelling and poetic nature. dedication: happy birthday to my friend, @swiftispunk - i know you love Joel, and i hope you love this. special thanks to @perotovar for letting me use their beautiful GIF that inspired half of my imagery, if not all of it.

There’s something about heavy rainfall.

The way it’s cleansing, renewing—almost reinvigorating, depending on when the last time it fell.

Joel found that the only downside is the scent it leaves behind.

Once, a long time ago, it used to leave behind a smell that others wished to bottle—a wish to burn it in candles or hang cheap versions from their car’s centre mirror in haphazardly cut-out trees.

Now, it has an aroma that reminds him of death. A stench which has dug itself into the hairs in his nose, unwilling to let go—clinging, desperate not to be forgotten.

But, you like the rain.

He'll always find you near the window when it pours, eyes tracing the droplets. Your chair purposefully, and with all intentions, pointing to the muck-covered window. Nothing more perfect, you’d murmur—fingers wrapped around one of the crystal glasses the two of you discovered on a run, pressing it to your cheek, off-coloured liquid sloshing as you sigh.

He’s pretty sure he could name a few other things more perfect than rain, but he does find it hard to argue that it isn't the most perfect soundtrack when your thighs are on either side of him.

Especially when the weather is like this. Where a flash of lightning can illuminate you, casting you in a brief spotlight that kisses over your curves and the evidence of your survival.

Tonight, it begins with you draining your glass, turning your head, eyes shimmering as you move from your place, coming to join him on the bed.

Your fingers, both a little rough and soft, wrap around his chin, before a little beg, a whispered plea fills the air—mouth ghosting over his: Let me ride you, Miller.

He couldn’t argue, would never protest. But, your mouth stealing any words he wishes to say. Because he likes having you under him—pinned, close, unable to look anywhere but directly at him. For when you stare, you make everything else pale in comparison. Made the world around mute, it all fading to nought.

You do so with ease, with a single look. One he imagines has always been there, all very much you, even if the state of things has tried to steal it away. He can easily imagine a younger you modelling it, one without the stress lines of living, it all softer, gentler.

Joel doesn’t mind that isn't the case now. He doesn't care for gentle or soft. He likes how sharp you are, that you can cut, wound and make him bleed. He enjoys that, even if he doesn’t deserve anything from you, you stand side-by-side with him, choosing him—wanting and needing, all raised brow with a smirk to match.

If you listen, the rain is telling us something.

You're close to his ear as you mumble it, lips ghosting down his cheek before a clap of thunder steals the phantoms of your whispered echo.

His hands fan over your hips, pushing up one of his tees that you're wearing, sliding it up with his thumbs—feeling how your skin moves, shifts, lengthening over your muscles and bones. His mind busy, occupied, only thinking about how beautiful you are, even when drenched in darkness.

How you’re all untouched except the few scars, the nips and scratches left by those who wished to end you, but found that you weren’t so easy to dispose of.

Joel knows that you’re vicious, all sharp teeth and a menace with a knife many shouldn’t ever want to meet in a dark alley, not that the world has cottoned on. Each try, each fail. He often watches, in awe, pleased, because you're like him. So smooth in the way you're prepared to split someone open, coat your boots in their ichor as the rest of them spill out. Leaving him, often, battling his feelings at the sight.

But while he knows that side of you, Joel also knows the other you.

The one who still believes the rain is romantic. A soul who wishes for a pretty print on a dress, even if you'll only wear it in the four walls of the place you two share. Modelling it for him, dipping your toe into a fantasy with him. You also like the little things, such as a pair of matching glasses, enjoying that they belong together, a metaphor for something you clearly desperately crave.

If he were an honest man, one not ripped to shreds and put together all wrong, he’d tell you you’re a more perfect sight than rain. Not just when you’re sitting on top of him or when you’re under him; not just when you’re panting, venom in your eyes and splattered with cherry-red. But, when you’re just beside him.

Breathing, existing, sleeping.

He’d tell you that you’re an image perfectly cut out of an old version of his happy ever after, slapped down and glued beside him now, even when he’s all tragedy and tragic. That your darkness dances with his faultlessly—making him less alone.

That for you, he’d want to be better, which included letting you go—even if you’re pulling him close—because a man such as him, with hands stained and scarred with horrors, shouldn’t get to touch smeared perfection. That you’re not really poisoned or rotten, just living, fighting—claws digging into the soil, all desperate for another moment.

It’s why he lets you have your fun, and then he flips you under him, palm to your cheek, stare burning into yours.

What’s it tryin’ to tell us? The rain.

You fit him inside of you perfectly—just like you’ve fitted yourself in his space. You’re all knotted around him, heat warm—inviting. Your thighs pressing close, legs crossing behind him, aiding, helping.

Not because you don’t think he’d get you there, but because you’re conscientious, caring—it appears in smaller gestures others wouldn’t notice, but he sees them. Bottles them. Keep them close when you’re not beside him.

Not that he shows it.

Unsure once again, for the billionth time since you stood beside him (and never left), what you see in him—what you think he can give you. Because he’s old, worn, somewhat broken beyond repair—not that it stops you from trying.

“More, Joel. Please.”

You don’t call him pet names, but he hears them in the silence.

They quiver and talk in hushed voices in the kitchen that is covered in grime and not fit for a beauty such as yourself. Some even sprout on his tongue, a fresh seedling, all untouched and unruined—not yet weeded from his throat.

He finds it harder to not let them fall when you sound as pretty as you do. When your nails press half-moons into his skin, leaving a tale of your own in his forearms and biceps, meeting him with everything you have as your walls tighten, delightfully, a match made in hell—because heaven would never allow him. Or you now, he supposes.

It’s why his thumb slides between the two of you, licked with his spit, mixing with the slick against your swollen clit. You gasp, spraying sweetness around the air that's heavy-layered with sex.

He’s forever starving, never quenched—a need for you that runs deeper than mere living and existing. Not ever able to purge you from his system, never wanting to either. Because you’re entangled with him, rooted, anchored inside of him so you can bob along and never go under.

Not that he’d let you.

Joel would never.

His hips punctuate that sentiment. Wanting you to know it, driving them in, so the words don’t go in one ear and out the other. He aims to stamp them in you, fuck them so deep into you you’ll never forget. The sound of skin on skin, groan and grunt, all filling the space, evidence of his determination, swirling around your returning breath, still moaning, murmuring—all scratchy and rough.

“—Let go, Joel. Fill me.”

It rips from him, your name.

Each letter is important, each sound giving the attention it deserves as it coats the air—mouth finding the space between your ear and neck, kissing, teeth nipping.

“Stuff me full.”

The rain hammers heavier, beating its fists against the glass as though it’ll only calm when he does as you’ve asked. As though you and nature are tied together, bonded—the real pairing made in paradise.

It’s then your lips find his, sloppy, messy, all uncoordinated. He can taste the bitterness of your drink on your tongue and the pleasure he’d given you. His mouth lapping it up, licking into yours, tongue far past your teeth as he grips you a little tighter, ruts into you a little deeper—as if hoping there’s more of you to explore, more vastness he can leave a mark on.

It's muffled, but you cut the air with his name as if your tongue is a blade. Your body tightens, mouth ripped from his as you bare your throat, chin lifted, eyes closed as it washes over you and your walls become a vice, hugging his cock in a way no one else ever has.

He's close.

So close.

Another flash, it all bright, exposing the sweat collected on your skin, the path it has made between your breastbone, the way your body looks under him.

Then it’s electric, ripping through him as he stains, writing you’re his all in thick ropes of white—his hips stuttering, slowing, riding it out what it is you do to him. It’s a feeling akin to being folded inside out and then put back again—making his muscles tense and relax, his bones forget they ache, as his throat burns with the force of his exclamation.

It’s minutes, little seconds clumping up until an expanse of time collects, and he’s ready to leave the space between your thighs.

Your eyes on him, all unwavering, mapping his features as though you’re an artist, ready to make him into a sculpture.

He doesn’t tell you to stop, he's learnt his lesson from doing as such—eyes ablaze, full of molten, words sharp as ice, all a twisted juxtaposition as you lay into him all the ways you were, are and am enamoured by him.

He’s sure his list is longer, but he swallowed that, too.

Joel had just nodded, left you angry for half an evening until his arms wrapped around you, and he felt you melt, less lava and more a candle-lit flame licking at him until he took you to bed.

Even if a scrap of time has passed since then, Joel is still no closer to finding himself comfortable with the look—the one he suspects comes with words. Ones you don’t thankfully spill, but ones he would mean just as much if he really asked himself.

It isn’t until you tap him, that he moves. You’re more nimble, quicker on your feet to fetch a rag to clean yourself and then him. Each touch delicate, your stare concentrated before the cloth is cast to some corner—a thing you’ll move and clean tomorrow.

And then, you’re beside him, finding the place you usually choose—all intentional, willingly given—as his arm finds itself around you. A flash of lightning displaying the two of your shadows pressed together, merged in ways the two of your souls are.

Swallowing, he finds your stare is back on the window, the world outside painting its own version of a masterpiece.

“Y’never said what the rain’s telling us.”

You smile, before you lift up your chin, looking at him through your brows. “Just stories. The rain likes to tell stories.”

an: ily, han.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x fem!reader #tlou fanfic #hbo the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfic #joel miller smut #pedrostories

[kthecutest]

hello uhm I recently just followed your account because I am very interested in the way you write smut stuff or au's in general and hope your gonna like my idea <3

can you please do legal line like including Jo and yuma considering they are I think 19? and whether they are sub or dom <3

if you are not comfortable with writing it it's totally fine<3

and uhm I already asked so much questions but can I be 🤍anon? but if it's not alright its fine<3

-anon

Of course! you can be 🤍anon! I'm sorry I replied so late, I wanted to finish your request by the time I reply ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა I'm so glad you love my way of writing! and I hope you'll enjoy this post and my upcoming future posts as well!

&Team legal line : Dom&Sub Dynamic˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

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Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

K – Hard Dom

Literally I cannot see K as anything other than a hard dom. No matter how cutesy he acts normally, in bed he’s a beast no doubt. He’s the kind of dom who would set out a whole reward and punishment system from the very beginning. But really it didn’t matter because for you both reward and punishment represents the same thing – pleasure. You don’t even have to request him for any experiments you wanna try out, because he is the most experimental bitch okay. He’s flexible as fuck too so he’ll fuck you in every possible position and make you cum and squirt in each of them. And it’s not just the positions that he’ll be experimenting on, expect to be trying out all sorts of toys in his sight all night until you’re all spent and passed out in the morning. He’ll also edge you as punishment, pulling out his fingers every time you felt your orgasm approaching leaving you whining and sobbing. As reward, he’ll overstimulate you, swirling his tongue skillfully around your clit while pounding three of his digits into your dripping pussy till you feel all numb and dumbified. Dirty talk 100% too, harsher words if its angry sex of course. Prepare for him to degrade you, mock you and tease you in every possible vocabulary ever.

“You wouldn’t want euijoo to see how much of a slut you are right~?”

Fuma – Soft Dom

His body maybe built as fuck but his heart has such a sweet spot for you. He’s more of a lovey dovey person rather than a degrader. But that doesn’t stop him from destroying you with his huge girthy cock though. He’ll pour out praises and whines while pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Bro is a softy at heart but he’s definitely not soft down there. Would repeatedly whine your name out loud when he started chasing his own orgasm. 100% into breeding you so bad, just watching your pussy getting filled to the brim with his seed to the point your stomach started swelling up at one point. He’d lose his mind from just that sight. Definitely a cum eater. He would pull out after filling you up, before kneeling on his knees, head between your legs and started lapping up the mixture of your and his cum that spills out your stretched pussy.

“You look so cute… falling apart on my tongue baby..~”

Nicholas – Wild Switch

Feel like everyone in the legal line has their own chosen sides like either dom or sub accurately but this dude, this bitch got no sides, because he be taking every role. All depends on your request. If you say you wanted to take the lead, he’ll definitely lay himself beneath for you to use him however you want. But he’ll still definitely be bratty about it though, would piss you off, mocking you, saying how what you’re doing to him is so ineffective and weak, just so you would grow wilder. But if you put him in charge though… bro turns into K honestly. You cannot stop this man. He is like K number 2, he will have you moaning and gushing all over his cock until you’re on the verge of passing out. Not to mention, it’s very easy to make Nicho jealous, you can easily tell if your little mischievous plan works or not from the look on his face. He’ll drag you away to the nearest isolated area and break your mind with his cock.

“Fuck.. had your fun pissing me off huh~?”

Ej – Soft Sub

Whiny soft sub. That’s what Ej is. It’s just the easiest thing ever to make Ej blush. Just a small dirty little tease and he’s already up and ready, his face flushed. A subby pervert so any slight wording or action, could get his cock twitching to life. Once that happens, you’d best believe you’ve got a whole lot of responsibility on your hands now. Because that boy more specifically his girthy cock has infinite stamina, it ain’t gonna go down in just a few strokes hell no. Vanilla boy though but still could be rough if he’s feeling way too much pleasure. Once his cock is in your mouth, you bobbing your head licking and choking on it, in just a few seconds he’ll find his hands in your hair, pushing your head down in a swift. As you felt his tip goes deeper down your throat, you gagged around it rolling your eyes back. That sight alone could get Mr. Vanilla cumming in a whip, whining out little sorries as he shot his seed into your mouth.

“Aaah~ s-sorry love~ I’m sorry~ I can’t h-hold back..anymore..!”

Yuma – Soft Dom

This boy. This cute ass little kitty, he’s not so much of a kitty when he fucks though. Yuma’s the type of baby boy who would come up to you from behind while you’re cooking or washing the dishes, starts nibbling on your neck sweetly signaling you that he’s horny while rubbing his bulge against your back. There’s no way you could say no when you felt arousal starts pooling in your underwear from his mere actions. Yuma is the type of boyfriend who loves to fuck you with any type of outfits on. Bonus points if they’re intentionally sexy of course, but he still finds you sexy in anything. He’ll rip your skirt in an instant but when you try to get out of your apron, he’ll stop you, telling you that he’d prefer you with only an apron on. You agreed to his little suggestion, taking your top off as well staying only in your apron. It only took a second until he’s pounding into you in a heated state.

“Noona~ you look so good.. exposed for me like this~”

Jo – Average Dom

Shy Jo is definitely a dom but he neither leans on the hard side nor the soft side. He’s just in the middle level kind of dude. But that doesn’t mean he can’t go rough with you. This cute baby-faced cutie could definitely destroy your petite body into oblivion. 100% size kink. The height difference between you and him alone proves it too much. With your petite body, this boy wouldn’t show it on his face but he was secretly getting more and more turned on from how the huge bulge on your stomach was visible every time he pounds into you. But his excitement was definitely obvious from his twitching cock in you. You’d gasp suddenly when you could even feel him getting a bit bigger inside you. And it’s not just in fucking, he also loved and I mean LOVED it when your small mouth was filled with his cock. Your cheeks puffing up, tears welling up in your eyes, as you struggled to breathe, not being able to take it whole. He wouldn’t be too harsh but he would sometimes tug on your head and push your head, making you take more than you can, as he secretly gets turned on seeing the tiny droplets of tears hanging on the edge of your eyes fell down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“..love open wider now.. cmon you can take it..~ just a bit more~”

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fanfic #&team smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team x reader #&team k #&team nicholas #&team fuma #&team ej #&team euijoo #&team yuma #&team jo #koga yudai #murata fuma #byun euijoo #wang yixiang #nakakita yuma #asakura jo #&team k smut #&team fuma smut #&team nicholas smut #MY HEAD IS HEATED AND A MESS RN #BYE. THIS WAS IT FOR ME

[the-grey-hunt]

last year i talked somewhat about jonathan harker in the role of the gothic heroine, which seemed to go over well! this year i've decided to challenge myself to delve a little deeper and keep my literary analysis skills sharp (trying to keep away from anything revealed later than today's entry, for the new readers)

for context in the literary background i'm examining here, the female gothic (a term coined I believe in the 70s) is a lens of analysis for gothic literature which examines the role of women as expression of contemporary anxieties around women and their roles in society, particularly as mothers and wives. like many kinds of horror, political and social anxieties are deployed as supernatural forces with which to terrify the "ordinary" citizens.

jonathan, our ordinary man, is certainly faced with horrors—but in what way? sent by an older man, Peter Hawkins, jonathan enters a foreign landscape where he enters into the power of another older man, at a particularly vulnerable time where a loved one (Mina) is waiting at home but jonathan does not appear to be married. the horrors that jonathan faces are the same trials set up against gothic heroines: threatening older men with power over you, poised at a huge point of transition in your life, etc, etc.

the main argument against jonathan as a heroine is, I think, his job. His transition point right now isn't an impending marriage or that he needs one, but that he's just established himself as a solicitor and is meeting with Dracula for business purposes. however, I think how these are deployed as tools in the story, such as Hawkins almost transferring guardianship of his young employee/ward to Dracula (temporarily), still very much mirror the ways in which high-class social norms are deployed against gothic women. even the work jonathan does in the castle (talking to dracula about real estate) isn't in service of bolstering his manly prowess, but serves as a tool for dracula to distract him, and keep him from realizing that he is trapped and serving dracula's own will.

rather than being tried in a manly fashion by his strength or his wits being challenged, jonathan's gothic experience is of his environment and even his body being manipulated by the man meant to be a helping hand in a foreign land. when I say body people might think it's a little early for that, but it's happening—dracula keeps jonathan up late so he sleeps in, forcing him to acclimate to dracula's own nocturnal existence. when he gets a glimpse of blood, he attempts to take it from jonathan. even today, a few hundred years after dracula's social anxieties about women's bodies being trespassed upon by men other than the ones entitled to them, women may see echoes of their own anxieties about bodily autonomy.

Dracula also isolates jonathan socially. He makes jonathan mistrust his own ability to percieve reality (gaslighting, anyone, a story about a woman being manipulated by her husband?) by pretending that servants are in charge of the cooking and so on, when really it's just dracula keeping up a masquerade.

this comes to a head in the mirror scene, where jonathan's shaving mirror—an item he uses to attend to his appearance—ends up being a helpful tool which exposes the supernatural reality of what jonathan's up against. however, because dracula is still the one in power, he immediately gets rid of it, calling it "vanity". I recall the quote by John Berger:

You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting Vanity, thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.

the ways in which jonathan is treated by dracula, and the ways in which he attempts to bolster himself against the threat (spying to see what dracula's really doing, seeing the lack of reflection by chance) mirror the highly gendered dynamics of the Victorian era which this book was written in the tail end of. perhaps purposefully subverting jonathan's gender as a further expression of the horror of dracula, stoker's work takes jonathan as a man secure in his position at home in england to being a manipulated, isolated, and precariously positioned figure subject to the whims of an abusive man while friendless in a foreign country

(and the essay on how race, ethnicity, and foreign versus home plays into this is a whole other post! racism effects gender too! it's not a mistake that jonathan is securely male at home but his gender is subverted abroad!)

#dracula daily #dracula #female gothic #jonathan harker #ok i have to stop myself here and do my actual homework

[jo-harrington]

Pinprick (A Gutterballs Story)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Jo!Reader

Summary: You're sitting down to listen to one of your favorite podcasts when you hear your name as one of a long line of Eddie's loves, and you have a moment of reflection.

Note: This is a very very very late post in dedication to one of my fandom loves @dr-aculaaa (who is very much on hiatus but still deserves all of the love us resident weirdos have to give) and not only one of my favorite fics Sunday Morning but the offshoot she made for Valentine's Day: Gutterballs.

IT STARTS OUT SWEET BUT ITS A LITTLE ANGSTY AT THE END. SORRY DRAC. WE SORT OF TALKED ABOUT THIS. THE TIMELINE.

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Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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You're sitting on the floor.

To be completely honest, you shouldn't be on the floor. You knew that, your doctor knew that, your team knew that. In fact, they yelled at you when you got down there, legs akimbo in a way that was comfortable for you to sit in but uncomfortable for them to look at, so you could start ripping the sleeves off of this fucking jacket.

You're alone in the studio now, hours after everyone left.

It's just you, a bottle of Tums, your favorite fucking jacket, and the dulcet tones of the man who gave it to you coming from your phone.

“Welcome back to another episode of Gutterballs! My name is Eddie Munson..."

As if he had to introduce himself.

"Nerd," you scoffed fondly.

It's your Wednesday night ritual. Well, not the jacket or the floor or the tums...Gutterballs. At the least, you owed it to your former client; at the most, you owed it to your ex.

And Eddie Munson was both of those things.

Although "ex" is a relative term.

An ex wouldn't still send you a gift basket full of goodies every award season when you barely took care of yourself, the way Eddie did for you.

An ex wouldn't shoot an email with wardrobe recommendations when they hear about some charity concert or something, like you did for Eddie and Corroded Coffin.

Still telling me what to wear Jo?

He would email back almost immediately.

Doesn't seem like anyone else is. I saw you at Lolla Ed. Not cute.

Would be your response.

You don't think I'm cute anymore?

That would go unanswered though.

Until next time.

Because you were exes.

But an ex didn't keep the jacket their ex got them because it was their favorite. Exes didn't take apart said favorite jacket because it got a rip in the sleeve, and then plan to just cut two new sleeves for it. Nor did they spend the last 20-ish years mending the jacket that their ex-slash-former-client got them as an apology for a spontaneous kiss before a red carpet.

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The CFCA awards ceremony wasn't the band's usual haunt but they had composing credits for a film score that was up for nomination. It was a big deal. Something that would take them to a new caliber of their career; not just rowdy rockstars, but well-rounded musicians.

So of course, they were running late.

Their suits all needed a bit of alteration, Eddie was chattering nervously as you hemmed his pants, Gareth drummed a beat on his leg with two of the hangers from your roll rack and Phil, the band's manager, yelling for you all to get a move on.

"Do you want them to look good or not!" You yelled right back. "I'm not having them go up for their award looking like shit Phil!"

"Yeah remember the Grammy's," Jeff pointed out. "That's why you got us a stylist in the first place."

"You'd have thought you paid them to be here or something," Phil grumbled at you from across the room.

"I do pay," you shot up at Eddie with a conspiratorial smile. "With my sanity."

This was your schtick. He let you dress him in whatever dark-romantic victorian-gothic-inspired outfits your former-Catholic heart could dream up, and in return you let him be the spieling midwestern boy that he really wasn't allowed to be anywhere else. Because yeah the band was in charge here really--they were the talent, the money--but Eddie didn't like the whole pomp and circumstance of celebrity. Not anymore, according to him at least.

"The drugs are fun until they're not," he told you once. "We're just...guys from Indiana."

So you'd let them be that in the safety of your studio, shithead manager be damned.

You severed the thread with a swift bite of your teeth and wished the guys good luck with hugs before sending them on their way.

But Eddie...Eddie chose that moment to kiss you.

Well, you kissed each other.

As everyone walked out of the studio to get down to the car, you kissed each other.

And you froze.

Both of you.

Because it was a romantic, world-ending kiss. A kiss of declaration. A kiss of familiarity. The kiss you gave someone when you loved them for a long time and didn't know how to tell them.

Only...you hadn't loved each other for a long time.

Had you?

Hadn't said anything of the sort at least.

That wasn't love...was it?

He left for the awards ceremony and you absolutely spiraled questioning it all. You thought about all the long walks down State Street discussing ideas for this event and that one. The way he got you a membership to the Art Institute so you could sit in front of Salome and Hercules for hours and be inspired. The nights that he just couldn't work on lyrics anymore, so he would come over to sit in absolute silence save for the droning sound of your sewing machine.

The aches of the world were just a little bit easier when you could be near each other, whether it was being inspired or talking shit or sinking further into oblivion.

Was that love?

Eddie must have spiraled too. Because he showed up at your studio past midnight, disheveled and with a green Marshall Field's bag in his hand. A bag containing, you'd find out later, a black wool and leather coat that sat in a window that you'd noted looked nice months ago. One he made the guys make a special stop for before the award ceremony so he could get you to make up for fucking up your professional relationship.

The apologies were stuck on the tips of your tongues though.

And there was a beat before some silent decision was made.

And your lips came back together again, solidifying that decision, even though the words weren't said.

---

“Today on Gutterballs,” Mrs. H’s announces on the phone, breaking you from your reflection, “our lovely listeners at home are in for a real treat. As we record and discuss topics such as first loves, lost loves, and, as you can see, from our current location -body modifications."

“First we have… A spool and thread for Jo."

"She used to poke my ankles like a voodoo doll when she hemmed my pants. I still have the scars, if you wanna check ‘em out. I think that was her way of saying I love you."

Yeah that was the way it was with the two of you.

All the ways you said I love you without the words being said.

And they would never be said.

But that was another story.

"Yeah," you agree with Mrs. H belatedly, seam ripper making quick work of a line of stitches. "Lost love sounds better than ex."

#eddie munson x reader #gutterballs #drac <3

[princelylove]

Oh I happened to choose all characters from part 3? I'm sure have something for muscular dominant men 🫢

May I ask for Polnareff and Avdol with their darling's first time too?

I love your headcanon for Jotaro, I find it quite cute for him to not know much about sex and awkward with it. And he has virgin kink, very interesting. Do you think he has other kink too?

Feel free to share about other characters you want to write too, I just love reading your work, your highness ❤️

~ 🏵️ anon ~

For future reference, I spell Avdol as “Abdul,” since it makes more sense in Arabic. There’s no v sound, but there is a b and f sound. 

These two are both romantics when it comes to sex. Except one is out of genuine respect, and the other is out of delusion. 

Mohammed isn’t bothered by your past. It was before you met him, how could he hold that against you? Your experience, or lack of experience, isn’t any of his business. Sex is something intimate to Mohammed- he was younger once, he’s not without a past, but he doesn’t really want something casual with his darling. He’s rather vanilla when it comes to sex, but he’s willing to humor his darling’s requests, as long as they don’t expect to dominate him, or top him. He just doesn’t prefer it, don’t take it personally. Mohammed asks his darling what their sexual expectations of him are now that you’re together. He wants a proper answer, do you want it often, do you not want it at all, do you want it weekly on the dot, do you have anything specific you’d like to incorporate, etc. He’s already forcing you to live with him, he’s not going to ruin his chances of his darling developing stockholm syndrome by forcing them to do something they don’t want, or aren’t going to enjoy. Slow and steady wins the race. 

Jean-Pierre will never, under any circumstances, force his darling to have sex with him. Is he fine with it being dubious…? A little. Depends on his mood. Does he realize that holding you down and repeating how much he loves you and how much he wants to touch you is forcing you? Nope! To him, it’s all sweet talk. And if you cry, or scream, or kick, he’s just going to assume it’s your way of introducing him to some sort of kink you have. Ohh, he’s the big bad man, coming to eaaat youuu, hm-hm-hm. You’re a pretty good actor, you were making him nervous there! Jean-Pierre has opened up to you about his past- it was traumatizing to not be there for his sister when she was murdered. It makes him think of the torture Sherry went through before she died, and to be honest, he’d rather not have to stop pounding you because of a panic attack. It doesn’t look good for his suave, charismatic presentation. It stresses him out to think that he isn’t your protector, so let’s not do this kind of play often, alright? Only as a little treat when you’ve been good. He isn’t too thrilled about his darling trying to top him, but honestly, he’s down to switch if you really want to. He’s often loud when he bottoms- be prepared to hear him practically screaming your name and every lovey pet name he can think of in french, alongside begging you to keep going. He won’t mention it the next morning. 

As far as Jotaro’s fetishes and kinks… I put him in the same category as a recluse mama’s boy who learned what relationships should be like from his mother + old romance movies. Creep. His primary focal point is how “delicate” and “helpless” you are- it makes him feel needed, and therefore loved. Regardless of your actual strength and durability, Jotaro is forever convinced that you’re constantly on the verge of breaking. As for some specifics, besides from his virginity kink:

Praise. This man goes crazy for some genuine praise. Even if you say it more like an observation, if it can be taken as a compliment, he’s fighting his body’s reaction. “You’re very tall.” is more of a statement than anything else, but being tall is attractive to most people, yeah? So you like his height… He never slouches in your presence after that. Jotaro’s delusions aside, if you were to praise him during sex, he’d lose himself entirely. 

Breeding. Even if his darling cannot get pregnant, a man can dream. It isn’t about having an actual child, he just thinks it’s hot to finish inside of you and how fantastic you’d look pregnant. You’d have trouble doing things for yourself, won’t you? Jotaro isn’t about to complain about finding a way to force you to let him do everything for you. Maybe he can tell you to just pretend to be pregnant…

Somnophilia. You just look so sweet and innocent while you’re sleeping, he can’t really help it. Jotaro touches himself quietly- as to not disturb you, he’s worked hard to get you to actually relax enough to sleep- next to your ‘shared’ bed. He likes to think of it as belonging to both of you, but it really doesn't.

#cw noncon #cw dubcon #🏵️ anon #request granted #yandere mohammed abdul #yandere mohammed abdul x reader #yandere jean-pierre polnareff #yandere jean-pierre polnareff x reader #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere jotaro kujo x reader #i love assigning fetishes #its so character building #not sfw

[gabessquishytum]

Hob works in a rich bitch cafe; it's not called that of course, but most of the restaurant clientele are women who don't have "jobs" and who can eat (and drink) lunch for 3 hours a day. Hob's not complaining - the tips are good and his ass only get pinched a few times a month.

The most interesting group of ladies who come in seem to be some kind of exs club; they all dated or were married(?) to this guy Morpheus. They have a litany of complaints as their monthly lunches get more lubricated -- he's so intense and smothering, except when he's busy and disinterested; the sex is good, when he wants it, but who can tell went that is; he's so moody; he looks better in couture that (we) ever did. The best they can agree on is he's pretty and the moneys good.

Hob kind of feels bad for this guy - these ladies don't seem to ever had respected this Morpheus guy. It's too bad, but it is a bitch club so maybe they are just venting. If Hob wasn't dating this absolutely fantastic guy, Dream (the sex is great, he's intense in a way Hob loves, and Hob enjoys just cuddling him when they both need some quiet time), he might have tried to look this Morpheus guy up -- just to see if he swung Hob way; Hob would have offered to blow the guys back out, at the very least.

Oh well.

It's the monthly Mimosas & Morpheus club 😭😭 and I fucking love it.

Hob watches on in amusement. He's got to the point where he recognises the ladies and even knows some of their Morpheus-related backstory: Nada, the college girlfriend who he proposed to after just one month and then refused to even look at her again after she declined. Titania, who is at least enthusiastic about the guy's skills in bed. Calliope, the ex wife who is perhaps the kindest but also the most savage. There are others who come and go. Hob almost looks forward to hearing their stories.

One day one of the women (Bast? Hob thinks her name is?) is like "I hear he's trying men now. For goodness sake, was it not enough to traumatise the entire female population?" And the girls all laugh, and some speculate that maybe Morpheus was gay all along (Hob takes mild offense at the blatant bi erasure but it's not his place to say anything).

And then he's distracted anyway, because Dream just swanned through the cafe doors! Hob is thrilled to see his boyfriend and greets him, giving him a big ole smooch when the manager's back is turned. Dream looks pleased, but then he looks over Hob’s shoulder and all the colour (not there was much) drains from his face.

Hob follows his gaze and sees that all the ladies from the mimosas & morpheus club are staring back, jaws on the floor. Calliope stands up and quietly calls out - "Morpheus? Is that you? What are you doing here?"

But the moment she speaks, Dream - Morpheus? Slips out of Hob’s arms and flees through the door. There are angry tears in his eyes, and Hob is halfway through following him before someone tugs him back.

"Let him have a moment." One of the women - Jo, Hob remembers. She doesn't come often, counts herself as a hookup rather than an ex, and never pays for her own booze - "He looks good. Better than he used to. Obviously he just needed to find the right bloke."

Hob smiles slightly. He'll go after Dream, anyway. There's no way he'd leave his beautiful boyfriend to deal with this alone. Hob tries to imagine what it would be like to walk into a room full of his own exes and nearly gags.

When he comes back with a reluctant Dream in tow, Hob finds that he still has his job, thanks to the mimosas and morpheus club. They've also bought an entire basket of pastries to apologise and made themselves scarce.

Dream buries his head in his hands. "No doubt you have heard every sin I have ever committed, in vivid detail."

"And I still love you. Even though you do leave your knickers on the bedroom floor for days." Hob grins. "You were just looking for the right bloke, love. I think you found him."

#the sandman #dreamling

[artscloudy]

hi! can i req jo of &team as bf, also pls include his love languages, will he show off his s/o, and his thoughts about pet names and pda!! (pls make it high school!au :D)

Hellooo, thank you so so so much for asking, here u are, hope you enjoy <3

&Team Jo as a boyfriend

Jo is a sweet and shy guy so gaining his complete trust and waiting for him to open up is a difficult and long process, but so rewarding in the end

He's the type to become all red whenever you compliment him or tell the others the things he does for you

And he tends to minimize everything he does

But you love so much making him go red and, at this point, you know everything that can affect him

"Do you know what did my baby do yesterday?" and you look at him who's getting all red and shy and lowering his eyes

You love babying him and, even if he's never going to admit it, he loves it too

A 2 meters tall baby

In private, calls you "baby" too and sometimes, when he feels bold, he uses something like "my baby" or "my princess"

But I think his favourite is "yagiya"

And he would say that in such a soft voice, as if unsure he can say that

But when he notices how much you love it, he'll be a little encouraged

He's the type to always compare the size of his hands and yours or even your legs and arms to see how small and short you are

But if you make him notice that this body checking is not making you feel comfortable, he'll stop immediatly and beat himself up for making you uncomfortable

But I see him also with someone as tall as him

He's usually really calm, but has random bursts of energy and you're always surprised when that happens, but also really pleased to see how much he trusts you to show his most real self

He's like puppies that need to do the zoomies to sleep well

And he loves doing the zoomies during your PE classes or as soon as you get out of the building

He loves showing you his new skills and things he learned and cool basketball tricks and stuff and always accepts your suggestions

If there's one thing he does for sure is listening. I picture him as an amazing listener, involved and curious, but also respectful and careful not to pass any of your boundaries

And also, he's very careful and thoughtful in everything he does and says to avoid hurting you

That's why, when he does hurt you, he is extremely sad and, as soon as he can, he tests the waters to see what he can do to make things better again

He's the type to always ask you for help for homework. Most of the times, you help him with languages and things like history and literature and in return he makes your atudy sessions funny and lovely

Just the type of guy your mum would love

Will he show you off? Just a little

He's probably the type to keep things really private because it's something just between the two of you, but if someone asks something about your relationship, he'll just say it straight away that you two are a couple

It's slightly different when you guys go out and he becomes a little more touchy than usual to show everyone around that you are his and his only

So, for example, if he sees someone who's looking at you with literally any sort of interest, he'll just put his arm around your hips and lead you in another direction

Maybe he side-eyes the person who was interested in you. Just because.

But also, he would make sure everyone knows you two are a thing, so that no one could make a mistake

You are such a fundamental part of his life that he just wants to keep you in every part of it

And yes, he would be really affectionate, even in public and even if he's super shy

He'd love to hold your hand for the entirety of your nights out

But also, if you're on the couch with all of your friends watching a movie or something, he'd love to hug you the whole time

And even pecks are okay in front of the others, but they'll never not make him go red

As for deeper kisses, you need to wait to be alone, because he wants to cherish those moments and just keep them between you two

Also, I see him getting a little carried away when you're having your moments, so he needs to be sure you two are alone to avoid any distraction or interruption

Now, his love language is definitely physical touch, but only because you're THE one person he loves (and allowes) to be touched by

Hugs are a standard

I also think he really wants to recieve compliments by you and support, so I guess he loves recieving worda of affirmation

And he's amazing at giving them too, but loves to recieve slightly more

Instead, he'd be fine with any type of love language you are as well and would adapt really well to you

He just wants to see you happy

#kpop #jpop #&team #andteam #andteam jo #&team jo #jo asakura #kpop idols as #jpop idols as #type of boyfriend

[dj-grooves-simp]

Constellation

Chapter four (part 1) - Son of the Stars AU

"Ok class, now you'll choose your partner for your next assignment"

Joseph sighed, he didn't know much people from his class and since on this assignment the people will choose whoever they want, he'll end up with someone no one wanted to be with either. Waiting for something to happen, someone stand in front of him.

"Are you Joseph Estrella?"

Looking up with confusion, Joseph nodded.

"Oh, yes, it's me... and you are?"

He knew some names of the people in he's class, but he didn't know their faces.

"I'm Amos McConnell"

Joseph thought for a moment.

"Amos? Mmm... Oh! I remember you. You always end up being better than me"

His classmate smiled with pride.

"Oh yes, that's me... Anyway, I think we should do this assignment together."

Thinking about it for a bit, Joseph accepted. Amos was the best option since he was the best of the class and he'd be able to learn from him. Their assignment was to be able to write a cohesive script for a scene between two people. They both thought it wouldn't be that hard until they started working together. They both had very clear ideas and methods for doing their own things, so the fights didn't take long to happen. Even with this, they finally decided to try to listen to each other as much as possible and to take their points of view in consideration no matter what. But, it took them too much time to work well together and it was too close to the deadline. So they decided to see each other in the weekend when they didn't have to work. Joseph didn't usually spend much time with other people other than Terry and his friends, so being with an unknown person was weird, in any way he really enjoyed being with Amos for that time, he was funny and even if his personality was a bit challenging, it was a nice time. When he came back home he hesitated slightly, he usually tried to plan conversation with the stars so that he didn't say anything that could upset them and definitely, new people always bothered them. He could mention that he did an assignment or...

"Hey Jo, do you want to do something together?"

Joseph jumped a little, not expecting his brother to come in.

"Oh, sure, what do you want to do?"

Terry thought for a moment.

"Do you want to write songs for the band?"

He smiled excited.

"Yes! You know, I've been wanting to write some, but I didn't have much time"

Terry nodded as his brother followed him to the living room.

"Okay, what do you have in mind?"

Terry and Joseph laid down on the floor with a notebook and a pen.

"Mmm we could do something about love."

Terry smiled and hit Joseph with his elbow.

"Oh, who do you like?"

He frowned."

No one you idiot, romance is the thing most people write about."

His brother smirked.

"Sure, anyway, what would you like the song to be like."

Joseph described what he thought could make a nice melody and good lyrics. The story was about two lovers who were destined to be separated. Terry wrote down the ideas Joseph had and his brother concentrated on the musical part. They laughed, shared ideas and spent time with each other. Joseph felt a lot of happiness and he was grateful to have a brother like Terry. When they finished, they checked each other's notes and made some adjustments until they were both happy with the result.

"That was great, Jo, I'm sure they'll love it."Joseph smiled."

Thanks, I had a lot of fun. We should start doing this more."

Terry nodded and looked at the time.

"You should get ready for work."

#ahit #ahit fanfic #ahit au #son of the stars au #dj grooves #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves

[catgirl-catboy]

Hey! I watched the new total drama season you send I enjoyed the new season I must say

Did you enjoyed it? What is your opinions?

I really did enjoy it, but I also think it had the same flaws as the rest of the total drama series, as expected. (the danganronpa ask is sitting half completed because I got a case of the TD brainworms!)

Namely, that except for gen 2, every generation has a character whose personality is 80% fart jokes. Now, I love me a fart joke as much as any self-respecting 12 y/o boy, so its not that I don't find them funny. But I also think that a character shouldn't just be gross-out humor, and should have some other qualities to them. How does Ripper's bullying affect the goal of the game. Why is he on total drama if his main ambition in life is something else? He clearly feels insecure, but so does his designated victim. Explore that!

One take I saw floating around is that Emma and Chase's relationship is repetitive and annoying. That was the point! You aren't meant to ship them, and Bowie's thoughts on them are meant to mirror the audiences! That being said, I hope they change up the dynamic in season 2 because doing it for another season would get stale.

This is more of a personal preference than a complaint with the writing, but I found Raj's arc in this boring. "realizing you are gay because of a crush and then kissing him" is really overdone, and it felt like the main players in the Rajbow ship were Bowie and WAYNE. This isn't a bad thing, but I hope he becomes a more distinct character in season 2. Maybe Bowie can teach him game strategy and he betrays Wayne to stay in the game longer tee hee hee.

I also don't really agree with the take that Bowie is bad rep because he's a very stereotypical gay man. A lot of total drama characters are based off stereotypes, like Lindsey being the Dumb Blonde and Heather being the Mean Girl. They evolve beyond those tropes throughout the reason of the show, and we actually see that with Bowie in just the one season he was in so far! After Raj got eliminated, he did a whole bunch of plot relevant shit that didn't involve him and was a compelling character outside of his romance plot. I call that a sign of good writing, but this is total drama so who knows if it will last.

And I don't think that TD is saying all gay man are stereotypical, because we have Raj, who is very much not that. He's a dumb jock that happens to be gay, and falls into the jock stereotype more than any gay one. I really respect that writing choice.

Pryia is one of my favorite TD characters, but season 1 Court still takes the number one spot. (even if she is hanging on Hall Monitor coattails!) I adore her! She totally deserved the win.

They made Axel too much like Eva and it felt like a really missed opportunity. We already have Eva and Jo, can we have a more GNC gal character that isn't totally aggressive? I'd like that. Hopefully, she becomes more of a player in the second series?

I also wish they gave Julia a different strategy than Heather. If a character needs constant immunity to stay in the game, then maybe they deserve to leave the game at that stage. Its overdone. I also feel like Julia showed skills in turning people against each other, which could have easily been her M.O. That being said, my favorite Villain Elimination by a longshot.

I really liked the energy brought to the jokes about Zee's leg. It doesn't come up often since my hearing aid isn't too visible, but if I have the opportunity to joke about my disability, I will take it! He's probably one of my favorite disabled rep besides Toph, and I'm glad that he wasn't looked down upon by his team during challenges. He didn't struggle with any challenges, and his leg actually helped at one point!

(one time, a teacher asked in frustration if anyone was deaf in here. Saying "Yes :)" was my crowning achievement and one of the best jokes I ever made. Its not relevant, but c'mon.)

I wish he had more of a character outside of comic relief, but still!!!

#ask tag #total drama #total drama spoilers #total drama island 2023 #total drama reboot #td zee #td raj #td bowie #td priya #td julia #crowtalks #I dub thee with a tag

[potatothots]

Bitter Man

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit 

Pairings: Dark/Mean! Professor! Bucky Barnes x Student! reader

Warnings: Smut, Blow Jobs, mean bucky, dark bucky, dub-con, degrading language

Summary: You go to Professor Barnes in hopes of having him help you with your failing grade in his class.

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me.

I wrote it quick and tried to beta myself. Potatos aren’t the best at editing their own work.

(@jobean12-blog jo-spud, I used your gif. Hope you don't mind! I'll change it if you want me to!)

Professor Barnes peered down his nose at you. His eyes were dark and heavy with lust. Hushed moans and silent sighs poured from his throat as you choked around his cock. 

His dick was huge. Thick, veiny, and angry looking when you took it out of his slacks. Your mouth didn't fit around it initially, but with the pressure of his big hand behind your head you made do. Especially since he refused to let you use your hands. 

You looked up at his blurry image, tears running down your face like small rivers. He ran a thumb against your wet cheeks. A smile graced his beautiful face as he licked at the salty taste. 

"Doing so well for me. Such a good girl." He cooed, hands finding purchase in your hair. 

You had a crush on Professor Barnes since he walked through the classroom doors. His no-nonsense attitude and stern demeanor made you weak in the knees. The gray in his otherwise brown hair also helped. Older men just did something for you. 

So, when he suggested a private session to help with your grade in his atrociously hard class, you agreed. His tone was full of sex and the wink he threw your way made you want to sign up for a hundred sessions with him.

"You suck cock so well. Fuck, 'm gonna cum." 

The blush on his cheeks and the blissful expression on his face made you giddy. You liked seeing his normally bitter features soften because of what you were doing to him. It hurt, but it was worth it to have his attention focused solely on you. Especially with the quiet praises that poured out of his mouth about how much he was enjoying himself. 

It was a few minutes more of sucking and swallowing when his hand grabbed your chin to hold you to him. 

"Swallow it all." His voice took on the harsh tone he used in class. "You fucking spill any of it and I'll dock your grade ten points for every drop."

There was no nodding. You couldn't pull away. You managed to relax your throat some when you started to taste him. It was an explosion of gooey, salty grossness. You'd never liked giving head to completion and this was why. Cum was disgusting to you. 

Your breathing became ragged as you forced it down. A tiny dribble poured out from the corner of your overly stretched mouth. Professor Barnes watched with a cruel smirk. 

He let your chin go so he could drag his finger against your mouth. Catching the cum, he brought it up to his face. 

"I thought you'd be better, but I'll be nice this time. You seemed very scared of my cock." 

"I -" you started, but he cut you off. 

"Hush." His fingers smeared the now cold gunk on your cheek. "I'll only take off five points. But, you did such a good job taking me. You'll need to do a lot more to impress me if you want to pass, but I think you'll get there with more sessions." 

All you could do was look down at the floor and nod. Your work was always handed back with messages complaining in some way how subpar it was. You were overly embarrassed now. You couldn't even suck him off well enough to pass.

"Now go. I've got a lot of work to do and other sessions."

The way he spoke sounded a lot like the suggestive tone he had used on you. Full of promise for something better than a normal teacher-student meeting. 

"Oh," was all you could get out. 

"What, you thought you were the only one?" He let out a sharp, quick laugh. 

You wiped your face on your sleeve. "No, I just…I dunno what I expected." You admitted with a shrug. 

It stung to hear him, to see his amusement at your crushed heart. You scrambled to your feet. You could hear him tuck himself back into his pants while you grabbed your things. Your hand reached for the door handle when you heard him speak.

"Same time next week," he called out. 

You turned to look at him. The sickening taste of him was heavy in your mouth as if his cock was still down your throat. 

"If you're better than this time, you just might pass. Now, go." He waved his hand at you dismissively, looking back to some paperwork on his desk. 

You left his office to find a bathroom. You knew you had to do better, but it was going to be a long few weeks. His taste was as bitter as he was.

#james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #Dark bucky barnes x reader #professor barnes x reader #professor!bucky barnes #professor!bucky barnes x reader

[mlobsters]

supernatural s4e11 family reunions

DEAN And what am I running from?

SAM From what you told me. Or are we pretending that never happened?

you fucking tell him, sam.

i'm not sure what i know her from really, she's been in a lot of things. could be old old supergirl, or even her uncredited role in a seinfeld episode because those have all been seared into my brain. maybe city slickers!!

seinfeld s3e19 the good samaritan - helen slater as becky gelke (uncredited)

helen slater in city slickers (1991) and supergirl (1984)

and me just realizing in my head city slickers and when harry met sally take place in the same universe because of billy crystal and the dude the with mustache are in both.

the magicians s2e1 knight of crowns - karin konoval as the kitchen witch

AND I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT

i did not watch this season because it was post-the Very Bad Thing involving quentin coldwater, but they in fact DID NOTHING with the candy (kitchen) witch. NOTHING HAPPENED. she had quentin's blood. no nothing. the end. fuck you. *bitterness intensifies* maybe that was their little joke. i've let go a lot of my feelings about sera and how she was involved with the magicians fuck up, it sure seems like a lot of it is on the other showrunner john mcnamara (and honestly realizing how young she was when she started writing on spn had something to do with it, hell she's younger than i am), but she was involved and things like this get my back up all over again. deep breaths.

okay karin konoval has also been in 3 episodes of the xfiles - two iconic ones and one.. i don't remember at all.

the xfiles s3e4 clyde bruckman's final repose / s4e2 home (it was her 😩)

the xfiles s11e3 (2018) plus one

me: that looks like the 13 reasons why kid, but i bet it isn't, i would have noticed when i looked up the rest of the cast. oh. it is.

for something i actually enjoyed (the docudrama about elizabeth holmes, it's really well done),

the dropout (2022) s1e6 iron sisters - dylan minnette as tyler shulz

why are we getting to know this family and their issues. emotional music swelling, what are we doing on a farm, talking about zucchini.

this, i think, was a much better spooky implementation of climbing inside the walls vs that episode with jo.

ok.

now this feels like an actual homage that landed for the x-files home episode. nice little circle getting one of the actors from it too.

doesn't dean already carry enough guilt, did they really need to put 10 years of enjoying torturing souls on top of it. edgelord shit.

sometimes media crosses this line with me where i feel like it's emotional manipulation and i get pissy. like if a show is engineered to make you cry a minimum once an episode (looking at you this is us), it really puts me off and i'll lose interest. in this case, i'm heavily invested in the characters, but the angst despair anxiety etc.. at some point, i get mad about it. walking a fine line right now.

#supernatural #sera gamble #the magicians #the xfiles #hiky #spnhiky #spn 4x11 #karin konoval #helen slater #txf #the dropout #dylan minnette #spnwatch

[talesfromaurea]

Tales from Aurea - Session 10 Now Posted!

Hello! Session 10 - An Oath of Friendship can be read right now on Royal Road (link here). Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The party makes a stop in Barsicum so that Kaja can visit Saara, but what begins as an innocent girl's day out turns into something much more threatening.

Taglist (ask to be +/-): @drippingmoon, @kainablue, @splashinkling, @space-writes, @aroyalpaininthecass, @thelaughingstag

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Chapter preview under the cut

“Kaja!”

Kaja stepped back, bracing herself, as Saara rushed towards her with open arms. Within moments, both girls were in a heap on the ground. It had been over two months since the companions had last seen Saara and, while the pure, childhood joy she had in the memory crystals was gone, she had still come a long way from the traumatized girl they pulled from the burning ruins of her home. She had put on weight and her voluminous curls were newly styled into two puffs behind her slightly pointed ears.

Jo’s gaze softened as Kaja and Saara shared excited whispers with one another. Dimitri kept them moving northward through Aurelia at a brisk pace so it had surprised Jo when he agreed to stop in Barsicum. When Kaja asked if she could see Saara, Jo had expected Dimitri to refuse, citing time constraints, or at the very least hesitate and think it over. But Dimitri immediately acquiesced without any resistance or follow up questions, stating simply that Saara was a ward of the Ordo Draconis and that Grandmistress Anya would be pleased to hear that they checked in on her.

“Saara wants to show me the market,” Kaja said. “Can we go?”

“I don’t know, Kaja.” Jo shook her head. “I don’t think we have time for that.” The girls’ faces fell in unison.

“Don’t hurry off on my account,” Dimitri inserted. “I was just about to attend to some urgent business.”

“Urgent business?”

“Yes, what do you say we all meet back here tonight?”

Jo regarded him with suspicion. This “urgent business”, whatever it was, must have been the true reason he agreed to stop in Barsicum so readily. “If you insist,” she said.

“I do insist.” Dimitri flashed a rakish smile, then headed back down the road towards the inner city. Jo rolled her eyes.

“Good riddance,” Leif mumbled.

“So we can go to the market?” Kaja asked hopefully.

Jo paused. She didn’t like the idea of Kaja going out by herself—not when Irkallu operatives could be anywhere looking for her. Even something as simple as her cloak snagging on a fence post could expose her horns and have disastrous consequences. “Why don’t I go with you?” she suggested.

“Oh, let the girls have some fun,” Leif interjected, giving Jo’s arm a good-natured bump. “And in the meantime, we can have some grown-up fun.” He mimed drinking a phantom beverage. “Maybe even get Amale and that sour elf in on it too.”

“I can hear you, I’m right here,” Sakrattars grumbled.

Jo’s jaw tightened. “No, it could be dangerous.”

Leif tugged her down, standing on his tiptoes so he could whisper into her ear. “Any more dangerous than what they’ve already been through? Come on, let them be normal children for just one day.”

Memories of everything that had happened in the past few months flooded Jo’s mind. It was a miracle either of them could smile at all after the suffering they had endured.

“Alright,” Jo said with a sigh. “You can go. But we meet back here at sundown. Do you hear me?”

It was unclear whether they had heard her or not, as the pair had already taken off excitedly. Saara ushered Kaja into the house, loudly brainstorming ideas on what they should wear. The corner of Jo’s lips turned up despite her reservations.

“They’ll be okay,” Leif said reassuringly. “They’re good kids.”

Jo folded her arms, fighting the growing urge to change her mind and call Kaja back. “It’s not them I’m worried about,” she said.

#pathfinder talk #my writing #writeblr #fantasy writing #original fiction #writers on Tumblr #hi this chapter was sooooo self-indulgent

[seaweedstarshine]

Hi :D Would you like to sort 1) the Doctor's incarnations and/or 8) villains for the kmk triangle game? 👀

I am going to do the Doctors, because with so many villains, how can I narrow them down — but the villains would mostly get punched — except for the Master, who gets a big sloppy boop! xo Traveling with the Master means sooner or later they’re going to get bored and a boop is all they get :)

Okay… Mister Clever gets a boop too. And Svild the Sontaran. And Borusa. And the boss lady from Time Heist. And the Rakaya from Can You Hear Me. Oh and I’m totally traveling with the Meddling Monk/Nun, Rufus Hound/Gemma Whelan versions, I’d rather travel with them than the Doctor. See, I’d fail to narrow it down and they wouldn’t all fit on the triangle!

Massive disclaimer that 1) I haven’t watched all of Classic Who so please take this with a grain of salt 2) the physical placements aren't all accurate so they're not on top of each other 3) I enjoy all of the Doctors' incarnations, some of them just deserve to be punched more than others :) I mean twelve is my second-favorite Doctor (a very close second-favorite at that) and I rated him as one of the more punchable of them.

FUGITIVE DOCTOR ~ If only I could travel with her without ending up under the Division’s thumb! It's not her fault, but it won't end well (poor Lee). Which is too bad, as she’s good at pretending to know what she’s doing without being condescending — and that’s the kind of Doctor I think I'd get along with! My poor sweet girl gets a long, super tight, warm boop. For the road.

FIRST DOCTOR ~ Get me away from this irresponsible elderly baby! He’s one of the more punchable Doctors. I’ve only watched a few of his episodes, but his habit of dismissing his debatably-willing companions? I could not handle that. And yet, his habit of giggling waaaay too much does get him a very slight boop.

SECOND DOCTOR ~ Oooh lemme snuggle into that ratty ass coat for a nice warm boop! He’d be so fun to travel with too because even though he knows damn well he’s the smartest person in the room, he’s not the one to lord it over his companions (most of the time). He's so cuddly; I think we’d have a great time!

THIRD DOCTOR ~ If traveling with him means being his lab assistant and occasionally going for a ride in a partially-functioning TARDIS, that’s my ideal. It does make it an impediment for the Doctor doing their usual tactic of isolating companions from their “real lives” to make themself important to them :) which didn't help him get over Jo, but hey… what works, works. Three can be a bit uptight, but he's always not above apologizing, so I think we could work through things when it's important.

FOURTH DOCTOR ~ He gets an instant boop, partly because the scarf looks so cozy! But I only want to travel with early Fourth Doctor; not latter Fourth Doctor (who's just a bit punchable for his general lack of compassion. Adric was just a lonely kid going through a hard time. he could've been nicer to Leela for that matter, and I don't want to get in between him and Romana). How about I'm Harry's replacement in the Four/Sarah/Harry polycule?

FIFTH DOCTOR ~ Can he tone down the sarcasm as conflict avoidance, maybe? If he won't get along with his non-Nyssa companions, could he perhaps try a little harder to get Tegan to Heathrow? He's too emotionally constipated to have fun with! He's the least cuddly! Plus, Adric deserved better, but hey — I listened to Thin Time, I know he’s going through it. He gets the faintest of comfort boops. Like a hand squeeze level of boop.

SIXTH DOCTOR ~ Oooh I want to boop this man’s brains out — egomania to the point of camp is my jazz! That said… I love a bad girl me, but travel with her? Six would not take my opinions into account unless I put my foot down like Evelyn, and I'm a bit too much of a pushover for that kind of emotional drain. That’s precisely why will not be traveling with him.

SEVENTH DOCTOR ~ I want to boop this man soooo hard~ *points at my tumblr bio* I love a ditzy manipulator. Still, while he has his ditzy moments, they’re not quite enough for me to give him as big a boop as Six. These qualities make him unviable to travel with and punchable, too — he doesn’t tell Ace any of his schemes, and his manipulativeness unfortunately makes secretiveness worse.

EIGHTH DOCTOR ~ This poor sad wet thing… yet full of amnesiac charm. I'd like to travel him, but I’d need to be careful how I time it — ideally as far away from his Time War era as possible — but also keep me out of the Charley drama, I don’t wanna end up like C’rizz. I haven’t finished all his audios, but surely there’s some era that won’t end up semi toxic? I might just settle for booping him at midnight on New Years Eve.

SHALKA DOCTOR ~ All the Wilderness-era Doctors are so sad, wet and lonely, and I want to travel with this one. He needs more friends who aren’t the Master, but at the same time, I know having the Master in the TARDIS is helping him heal. And with me and Alison by his side? Shalka isn't perfect, but he's trying, and that's what counts. It's been a while since I saw this miniseries, but we'd be a power quadruple, and I just know we'd have such a great time!

WAR DOCTOR ~ What did I say about the Wilderness-era Doctors, but this poor sad sweetie could use a tight boop, because he’s waaaaay too hard on himself! He also could use a companion, but even if he didn’t refuse companions, I'm not about to survive the Time War, that's for sure! Maybe some other time…

NINTH DOCTOR ~ Oh look, it’s some other time! Sign me up for the Nine/Jack/Rose era! (Yes, I want Jack there too.) He’s a lil more punchable than some for refusing to get to know Jackie after he took her daughter away for a year… but he has such a big heart. Coward, any day. <3 Ima just make it clear I'm not tryna take Rose away from him and boop him too.

TENTH DOCTOR ~ Yeah, I’m not gonna travel with this fuckboy (gn). I'm not the one to deal with “you’re not replacing Rose” every five minutes! No, I am out. He gets a punch (for Martha and Mickey), but I’m also going to (faintly) boop him after, because he's gonna look at me with those big sad brown eyes, that mean he's not alright at all. <3 Maybe he needs to be a bit more ditzy about his egomania, maybe that would fix him.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR ~ Oh, his ditziness did fix him! So boopable! I think we’d get along so well most of the time, the thing is — do I want to travel with a guy with the guy who faked his death to his companions twice — the first time with pretty much no reason — and never apologizes for anything? This pathological liar is so cuddly though, gimme those forehead kisses… I will be strong and not travel with him for a steady boop supply.

TWELFTH DOCTOR ~ I’d love to travel with post-Clara twelve… but I’m not getting in the middle of Whoufflé drama. Accordingly, am-I-a-good-man era Twelve is deserves a punch for being so horrible to Danny, but after Darillium mellows him out a bit and he stops being jealous, I think I’d have so much fun traveling with him, Bill, Nardole, and occasionally Missy! Perfect dynamic! Just like with the third Doctor, being based on Earth is my ideal! Of course, Twelve doesn’t like hugs, so I’ll respect his space when it comes to boops.

THIRTEENTH DOCTOR ~ Oh she's so extremely boopable, but I want to at least feel like the Doctor I’m traveling with trusts me. Where Eleven deflects, Thirteen gets prickly, and I’m sensitive enough to push back when she treats casual questions as a personal attack. Still, I know it comes from a place of pain; if she can’t let me in, maybe a cozy boop will get through. She's so huggable. She’s much less deserving of a punch for not being above sincerely apologizing, which isn't the case for the more punchable Doctors.

FOURTEENTH DOCTOR ~ I want one of this sad man’s loving boops. I am going to boop him. Not travel with him, though, I'm not joining the Noble family as the next Mad Auntie Mel. Not when his next incarnation is right there in the same city at the same time!

FIFTEENTH DOCTOR ~ A dash of egomania without being condescending? My kind of traveling partner! But it’s too early to know how ideal he’d be to travel with; just guessing by the time-traveling to sabe baby Ruby, and the fact that he’s definitely going to avoid telling her about it and/or refuse to help her identify her mother, leads me to think he might be Eleven-like in terms of keeping secrets about his companion's past. A lot of this is based in my theories, haha, so I’m reserving judgement here. With the way he hugged his past self, so I really want to boop him!

CURATOR DOCTOR ~ One boop for the Curator coming up! He seems easy-going, mellow enough to an adventure through time and space that might even have periods of relaxation (the kind of guy to have scandalous affairs with Ohila of Karn) — if only he wasn't retired.

#thank you sooooo much for the ask! this was so so SO fun!!! #words by seaweed #I may change my mind about any of these XD #im being very jokey with my answers #I really don't hate ten. I may punch him. but I don't hate him :) #oh yeah and yes these different boops do mean different things for different doctors hehe #of the different options that they could mean

[gllrimes]

“Miss me?”

Content warnings: steamy makeout session, grinding, open sex, degrading, three way, face fucking?, ass slapping (only hands, nothing more), slight edging, daddy kink?, face slapping, pet name usage, praise kink, unprotected p in v, I'm not sure what else. Just very smutty.

Pairings: Negan Smith x oc x oc (I don't own the ocs, I'm writing this specifically for my friends. Ocs names are Luna (main oc) and Jorja/Jo (second oc).)

Summary: Negan had came back to the sanctuary after being gone for a bit around Rick's group. He came back to a pleasant surprise of not one girl, but two girls around, one of which he knew well and the other? A friend. What happens next? You'll find out.. !!NOT PROOFREAD, FIRST TIME WRITING!!

A/n: hey guys!! I'll upload a masterslist soon! here's my first ever writing (besides in a roleplay..) hope you enjoy!!

Luna knew those foot steps as soon as she heard them. The stomping of his boots. She memorized that stuff easily, especially Negans footsteps. That man had been out for a bit. At least a day or two are most. And while he was out, Luna easily got bored without him. She had a friend of hers come over, Jorja. Jorja and her had something going on in between them already.. And the tension between the three of them had all been the same as well.

More footsteps came closer to the room they had been in.. Not only them, but other people as well. At this point, she could even hear the small humming sound that he had made as well. Luna stood up from the place she was sitting, feeling anticipation rise up within her body. She was only standing to greet Negan in the most respectful way any woman could.

Finally, Negan had entered the room.. That damn leather jacket everyone knew about and those jeans.. The bat swung up on his shoulder that he used to kill the most innocent people and guilty people ever. The tall man with broad shoulders walked over to the rather shorter girl and kissed her on her cheek, then on her lips. That kiss she's been waiting for what seemed like decades.. Which was only a few days.

“Miss me? Hm?” Negan said as he pulled away from her and moved some hair out of her face. Luna had light pink tinted cheeks as she grinned. “Maybe.. Maybe not.” “Oh cmon.. Tell the truth, darling. We both know you missed me. Hell, everyone does once I'm away from them.” Negan nudged her shoulder a little before he set Lucille down against a chair. Finally he had noticed that their dear friend, Jorja, was also within the room.

“Oh? How could I ever forget about you.. On your feet.” The man commanded, to which Jorja obeyed. The woman looked up at Negan, Negan looked back down at her in return. “You didn't even dare to greet me. Let alone let me know that your presence was within this room as well.” Negan raised a brow before looking away from her and looking back at Luna. “Kiss me, Luna. Go on.. Don't be shy. It's not like I'll bite.” Negan chuckled before Luna had kissed him.

The kiss felt lovely.. Soft.. Full of passion. Yet deep and impatient from Luna's side. It was quite obvious she had missed him far too much and wanted more than just a singular soft kiss. Once she pulled away, she looked him up and down. “You like that? Or do you want some hot and sweaty make out session?” Luna chuckled and Negan raised his brows in pure shock.. But he did want that make out session.

“I think I'll go with the make out session you so kindly offered.” Negan said before pulling Luna back in and kissing her soft and tender lips deeply. He put his hand on the back of her neck to keep her close to him, almost too close. Luna had easily deepened the kiss and stayed close to him. Other people within the room, including Jorja, had watched this all happen.. Though, no one complained and Negan didn't care if they had complained or not cause he'd still keep going.

Those kisses turned sloppier by the second, Negan still not giving a damn what people thought of it. Those lips were claimed as his, and his lips were claimed as Luna's. He slipped his tongue into Luna's mouth as soon as she opened it wide enough. A small whine could be heard from the girl within those kisses, to which the kisses deepened even more. She moved her tongue on top of the taller man's, trying to dominate and overpower his.. Which she knew she could never do. He was far too powerful and dominant to their own good. Eventually, the kisses had gotten Luna aroused, and though Jorja could never admit it, it had gave off the same affect to her.

Luna grinded against Negan, which had finally made him aroused as well. He seemed rock hard in his pants, and her grinding made him even harder. His cock pushed against their fabrics and rubbed against Luna. Their tongues danced with each other in their mouths. Luna moaned softly against his lips and got even closer to Negan, throwing her arms around his neck and shoulders. As their bodies continued to grind against each other, Luna grew wetter and wetter within her panties.

Luna grinded even harder against his stiffened cock, feeling the need for him as she grew far too impatient. Negan finally noticed she wanted, no not wanted, NEEDED more. He moved his hands, which were larger than hers, down to her pants and grabbed onto them tightly. With one swift motion, he ripped them apart and completely off of her body. Negan picked the smaller woman up and moved with her, putting her up against the wall and kissing her rather deeply.

Luna let out a whimper as she was now sandwiched in between Negan and the wall. She was shocked as her pants were torn off, far too in shock to even noticed she most likely liked that more than the make out session itself. She moaned in his mouth as they continued to kiss, liking how rough he was with her. She pressed up against him still, feeling how hard his cock was as he felt how wet her panties were.

“Wet for me, huh? Cute yet so god damn pathetic.” Negan hissed out as he moved away from her lips and set her back onto the ground. He looked into her doe eyes and chuckled. “Right, now then.. Take off my pants like the good, pathetic little slut you are. I want everyone, and I mean everyone to watch how I fuck you.” Once Luna heard that, she immediately unbuckled his belt and unzipped the man's jeans. Negan only gave her a smirk that appeared on his face far too much.

Negan moved his hands and pulled down his jeans, taking his boots off before sliding his jeans off his legs which left him in his boxers on his lower half. He also then took off that leather jacket he always wore and left him in a white t-shirt. He got down on his knees and spread open Luna's legs. “I'm gonna make you feel the best you've ever felt..” He said before kissing up on her inner thighs and wet clothed cunt. Luna moaned and grabbed at his hair, to which he smacked her hands away.

He picked her up once more before setting her on the hard wood floor, pulling her panties down and lifting her shirt up and over her head. He unclasped her bra with one hand and flipped her around so her back was facing him. “Jorja, doll, could you come here please.” Negan said softly yet sternly like a command, to which jorja obeyed yet again. The other woman walked over to the two of them and looked at Negan.

“Just.. Stay where you are for now until I tell you to do something else.” Negan said and Jorja nodded. Negan pulled down his pants and sighed softly. “Alright now Luna, reach back behind you and put it in like the good slut you are.” Luna obeyed and reached behind her, grabbing Negans cock and sliding it into her now soaking cunt.

Negan groaned and held onto Luna's hips. “Jorja.. Would you like to join?” Negan asked, in hopes she'd say yes. Jorja nodded and blushed heavily. “Yes daddy.” she replied to his question to which Negan grinned. “Good. Now, slide underneath me and go back and forth, licking my balls and her cunt.” Jo nodded and went back behind Negan, sliding under the two of them and licking both of them up and down slowly.

Negan made small groans and Luna moaned and whimpered. “You two are doing great..” Negan praised before thrusting into Luna slowly, to which Luna whined and mewled. Their skin slapped together within each thrust in and out. “Jo.. My dirty little whore.. Keep going.. Don't stop 'til I tell you, understood? You do anything without my permission and there will be consequences.” Jo nodded after hearing what Negan had said.

Luna mewled and whined, letting Negan fill her up fully. The sensation wasn't too overwhelming yet and she enjoyed it. The feeling of Jorja's soft tongue.. Negans rough hands on her sensitive skin.. It was all feeling great. Even the fact she was basically being publicly humiliated felt good.. yet she felt guilty too.

Negan definitely filled her up, thrusting in and out of her and starting to go a bit faster. “Luna, I need you to understand just as well as Jorja does that I'm in charge. One wrong move could get you in trouble.” he groaned a little bit and grabbed onto Luna's hair as he thrusted into her.

Jorja had continued doing what she was doing, til she heard Negan start talking to her again. “Jorja.. I'm gonna need you to do a little more than just kitten licks.” The woman thought for a moment before widening her eyes. She started to take his balls into her mouth, sucking on them and being careful not to hurt him with her teeth.

Negan had rammed into Luna's cunt with hesitation or a warning before hand, which he was lucky that jorja hadn't hurt him at all or else that would've been terrible. He let out a groan and moved his hands down to Jorja's as he did so, bringing her thumb up to Luna's clit.

Jorja rubbed Luna's clit, making her jump a little at the touch with a moan. “Don't fuckin' move.” Negan ordered as he held onto Luna's waist even tighter and going even faster. Luna yelped out a moan as the pleasure had started to get over whelming to her. “Oh fuck!” she moaned out in pleasure. Negan smacked her right on the ass and groaned at satisfaction.

Jorja had moved away to catch her breath before a smack landed on her face from the man above her. “I didn't say stop. So keep fucking going, slut.” Jorja nodded and placed his balls back into her mouth, suckling on them.

Negan started to bite and suck on Luna's neck, to which she moaned louder. “Fuck!” Beads of sweat dripped down the three of them as Luna had eventually caught up with her high and was getting very worked up. “Don't you fucking dare cum yet..” Negan said as he felt her clench around him. He thrusted harder and faster, trying to get to his orgasm too. He stopped and thought for a moment. “I think I should give my angel down there a treat..”

Negan pulled out of Luna and replaced his cock with his fingers. He pumped his finger into her and put his cock into Jo's mouth, thrusting into her throat and making her gag repeatedly. “Finger yourself for me, angel.” He cooed and Jorja moved her hand into her pants, putting two fingers inside her and thrusting them. She moaned onto Negans still hardened dick, sending vibrations through him.

She went fast.. And so did Negan on the two of them. “Once Jorja is about to release.. We'll all do it together. You hear me?” Negan announced to Luna. “Yes sir.. Ugh!” Luna moaned out as Negans fingers still went in and out of her. After some time, jorja caught up and shook a little underneath Negan.

“Alright girls.. Cum for me.. Be good and release it all.” Both women moaned and came onto the fingers, Negan shot his hot load down Jorja's throat. Negan pulled out of the two of them and Jorja pulled her fingers out of her. He took hers and his fingers into her mouth and made and ‘mmm’ sound on them before pulling them away. “You're both sweet on this inside and the outside.. Just as I suspected.. And I know my answer now.”

Jorja and Luna raised a brow at the last part of his sentence and heard the man chuckle.

“you guys did miss me..”

#negan smith #negan x reader #twd negan #first writing #gllrimes #negan smut #oc smut #not my oc #not my character #my content #my writing

[wastemanjohn]

OK SO NOW THAT GOLDFISH MEMORY GOT JARRED, LETS GO WITH ANOTHER

how do you think others (bobby, jo, other hunters, missouri, etc.) react to dean and john, and do you think they know?

i don't think anyone in the wider community knows anything for sure.

i think hunters are pretty much shown to be very odd people (which is understandable given what they do; people who work pest control type jobs are usually quite eccentric, right?) and i think what strikes me a lot in outsider POV in the show is that sam and dean - even by hunter's standards - seem to be considered rather strange. intense. a little, or indeed a lot, scary, for the same reason they are to us i guess - that insular codependency is an alarming thing to witness between people. i've no doubt People Talked about sam and dean. i've no doubt things were said and speculated on. again, the way we do - because the way they are is so mind bogglingy *not fucking normal.*

i see it the same with john and dean.

i see little things being picked up on by other people. they can all agree it's very strange for a 25-year-old man to still openly be calling his father "daddy." to still have this anxious but very eager energy around him, like a much younger kid; and it's stranger still how john doesn't seem to be actively discouraging this behaviour. it's like he enjoys it.

sure, thats weird enough in itself; but there's more. someone says they saw dean sitting in john's lap on the hood of that old car they drive, poring over a map. someone says the way john looks at that boy just isn't... *right*, someone else said there's no reason for a grown man to be routinely rubbing and massaging the cricks out of his father's neck. there's this weird rumour floating around that they'll go out to drink and take home one girl. between them. no one likes to think too much about the specifics of that; because it's just - that's so weird, right?

i see more rumours just like this one. i see quiet and uncomfortable gossip happening over flat beer in dark roadhouses. no one's ever explicitly stating anything. no one ever says *that word* - and god, no one's actually *saying* that, because that's a Hell of an Accusation. they're just - john and dean's relationship is very, very strange. and john winchester's a known asshole and all, but surely - not like that? he wouldn't do - that?

anyway, whatever. no matter how you look at it, john's still ruined that boy. it's sad.

as for people closer to the situation:

i think bobby knows what people say. i even think, past a certain point maybe he even knows what he sees. but i also think he tells himself he's being ridiculous. i think he buries his head so far in the sand he'd need a shovel to dig himself out.

but where's that tipping point where he can't anymore? are they getting careless around bobby when they stay, more and more *careless* with those little touches, how close they sit, those looks? do they spend a lot of time out in the salvage yard, coming back looking flushed and dishevelled? do john and dean come down for breakfast one morning, dean looking dazed, a very specific and sore-looking mark on his neck that wasn't there last night?

does it get to a point where even bobby can't explain/excuse/deny anymore - and is this the point he and john fall out for good? because yeah, this would definitely be a good explanation for bobby drawing arms. and it is my headcanonical explanation anyway. i think he found out. i think he genuinely wanted john dead.

missouri - that's a whole other thing. she's psychic, so She Definitely Knows. i'm well out of brainpower for now. but i'll definitely have to give this more thought at some point.

i would need to think a bit more about jo too. although my immediate thought would be that dean might be hesitant to talk to her much about john at all. not only is there the awkwardness of her own dad dying on a hunt with john, and dean's secondhand awkwardness in knowing that his father wasn't immune to fucking up - but also, he's kinda interested in jo. he'll know that her interest in him will disappear altogether, if dean ever fucked up talking about john; let it slip that his last partner was his dad. because no one wants to know something like that; it's just not normal, is it?

#asks #dadfucker friday #johndean