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engeorged · 1 year

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Dear Alex

Dear Alex,

I can’t really remember how many times I’ve started writing this letter and how many times I’ve thrown it in the bin. It’s a really shitty way of doing this but I just don’t think I can tell you any of this to your face. I’m too embarrassed. It all started as a prank, a way to level the tables with the both of us. I meant to tell you sooner but I guess it got out of hand and here we are. I’m gonna have to start at the beginning I think. You’ll know all of this, just not my side of it I guess.

After university when we moved in together I wasn’t sure we’d last as room mates for more than a few months but it was so easy hanging out with you and we were both the same level of untidy so we didn’t piss each other off. We did have those tricky few weeks a few years back when we dated the same guy without realising but he turned into the biggest ballsack on the planet so it wasn’t hard to get over that!

I’m only mentioning that because that’s not the reason I got you fat. It wasn’t revenge for anything. I don’t fully remember the original reason to be completely honest, it wasn’t really a thought through thing, it just sort of happened. And yeah I know I just threw that it there. I got you fat. I mean you definitely played your part in it but I really messed with you man and I’m sorry.

It was innocent at first, I noticed when you started your new job and you were tired all the time, you started going to the gym less. I think it was when we were decorating the kitchen one weekend and you were painting the ceiling, I saw your rounded little pot belly when you were reaching up. All those late night take aways and evenings sat in front of the tv watching the football were taking their toll. Your flat muscled six pack was disappearing. It instantly filled me with hope. You had a flaw I could exploit!

It pains me to say this but of the two of us, you’d always been the hot one. Don’t get me wrong, on my own, I’m not bad looking. In fact if someone asked me I’d probably say I was a nine, it’s just that next to you, I’m a seven at best. Your blonde hair and permanently tanned skin made you the hottest guy in most rooms. All 6’5 of you was built like a cartoon of a rugby player which made it even worse! You’re a solid ten man and you always have been. I don’t think I realised how jealous I was until I saw you had a flaw. That solid curved furry belly I glimpsed gave me the seed of an idea. If you were fatter, it might even the playing field. I’m not proud of this, I just think you’d reserve the truth.

It started gently at first, I’d make twice the amount of food I’d normally make when it was my turn to cook. I’d pack the fridge with snacks and unhealthy things for you to pick at. I’d hand you beers when we were watching the game. You were so zoned into the match you never noticed me topping up your snacks or replacing the bud lights with full fat beers. Over a few months I watched as your little curve turned into a more substantial beer belly. And fuck you if it wasn’t the most perfect beer belly I’d ever seen. I was hoping it would make you less hot but turned out it made you hotter. Instead of a flabby pimply gut covered in stretch marks, you developed a firm round belly with perfect skin and even kept your Adonis belt. That’s when it got serious.

The first thing was gainer shakes. I started sprinkling gainer powder in everything, adding it to every meal or sauce I could dissolve it into. Everything I cooked for you was loaded with butter and ghee to double the calorie count. I found larger versions of our plates so that I could increase your portion sizes without you realising. I even started buying your clothes a size up and replacing the labels so you wouldn't realise. I was literally feeding you up like a fattened calf. And boy did you balloon. The first phase was months long and you gained 20/30lbs but this second phase was like you were being filled with an air pump. I can’t really believe I could do this to someone, especially someone who I would call my best friend.

It all came to a head yesterday when I crossed the line big time. That’s why I’m writing this letter now and actually sending it. I can hear you now snoring from your bedroom. Sleeping off the mammoth meal I stuffed into you across the evening. I’ve been awake all night and I keep going in to check on you to make sure you’re still breathing. I can’t believe you ate as much as you did and I can’t believe I pushed you into doing it.

I was only planning on slipping you a few of the tablets I found online. They were definitely safe and I want you to know I checked them and double checked them to make sure they were ok for human consumption. I guess that gives away the fact that they were actually for animals. I think they are used by wagyu beef farmers to get cows fattened up before they are butchered. They are supposed to increase appetite and metabolism. I popped two in your beer before the game and started my usual sneaky increase in your snacks. It wasn’t hard as you always put a lot away when our team is winning and they were three goals up by half time. I think at that point you’d eaten two bowls of Doritos and dip, a plate of sliders and a whole pan of chilli which I think would have served 8 comfortably. That was on top of the best of a crate of twelve beers. Your belly was swollen up to it’s usual bulging mass and you were already rubbing the sides to alleviate some pressure. I should have stopped there but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped you another few of the tablets. I guess in hindsight, the first two hadn’t properly kicked in at that point which meant that by the time the second half had started they were in full force. I couldn’t keep up with the snacks and you’d pretty much polished off the lot by the time the match had ended.

For the record it was your idea to order pizza. Your belly at that point was totally rounded out and your T-shirt was stretched over it’s taut surface. I guess you were pretty buzzed because you ordered four xl meat feasts. I didn’t really have any choice but to let it happen. And you might not remember any of this but you basically inhaled the first two. By that point you were fully maxed out. Your belly was tight and even the xxxl T-shirt you were wearing (that you thought was an xl) was beginning to show a few inches of your swollen belly. You could hardly move and I felt awful. Well that’s not totally true. I was actually pretty pleased at the state of you. My plan after all was to make you gain a few pounds so I’d be hotter than you and you’d basically blimped.

Anyway, what happened next I am truly ashamed about. You were laying there on the sofa clutching at your belly. The tablets clearly convincing your brain you were still starving, even thought your belly was basically an exercise ball now. And you were just moaning with the two pizzas next to you. And that’s when I snapped. I jumped up and shoved a whole slice into your mouth. You gaged but then after a few chews swallowed it right down. Slice by slice I pushed the remaining two huge pizzas down your throat. I could literally see your belly blowing up in front of me. When eventually I reached into the box for the next piece and found nothing, I realised what I’d done. I stepped back and looked at you. Spread eagle on the sofa, your belly sticking way up and round. Covered in sweat and grease. It’s as if I stepped out of my own body and realised what I had done to you. You were fucking huge man.

I left the room and went to my own to consider what to do next. I was half appalled and half in awe at the size of you man. When I came in half an hour later you were fast asleep and snoring like a pig, your gut still very much occupying its space. Guiltily, I managed to get you into your bed and laid you on your back so your belly could reach its full swell. I pulled your belt off so your stomach wasn’t under any pressure. I didn’t want you to pop or anything.

As I said I know our friendship is probably over but I want you to know I’m truly sorry. I took this way too far and I regret it. I’m happy for you to do what you need to do, and if that’s punch me in the face then so be it. I hope that in a few weeks you’ll be able to forgive me but if not then I understand and I will move out if that’s what you want.

In the spirit of fully disclosure, I want you to know that even though you’re maybe 100lbs fatter than you were, I still think you’re a ten. In fact if I’m really honest, I think you might even be hotter than that. Your belly last night was horrifying but also strangely attractive. The firm roundness of it and knowing how much food I’d crammed in there was actually quite erotic. Sorry if that’s tmi but I think I wanted you to have the whole truth. I have a small suspicion that you’ve actually enjoyed getting bigger and if that’s wrong then I’m sorry for presuming. But I actually wonder how big we could get that thing.

Let me know what I can do to make it up to you, or if I’m right and you wanna continue.

Yours apologetically (and hopefully)

Nate

Continued at Dear Nate

#belly expansion #gainer fiction #gay gainer #stuffing #belly fiction #gainer stories #male gaining #stuffing art #gainer artwork #gainer story

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minty-drop · 1 month

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“Collector! Hey buddy, you ok?”

“Collector?”

Colourful stars, sparking with shine scattered across the walls. Searching, looking and digging there corners into the slits between the ivory. Worry swallowed the collector whole, nagging into his gut like a piercing blade.

“King!”

The star child shouted, turning to face the canine like creature, a titan who’s yet to fully grow, something they both had in common.

“I can’t find them. I don’t want to play this game anymore!”

He didn’t like how long this was taking, they were impatient, and did not like loosing games. But at this moment, he didn’t care if he lost.

He just wanted his ‘parent’ beside them again.

“M-maybe there back in our room? They could have switch spots”

“That’s cheating!!”

Rattling the walls like a earthquake, the force of the shout bouncing off the wall.

But he was right? Maybe they did go back?

Swiftly the child’s hand waved across, a motion to quick for the titan to catch before he as-well was thrown on top of its flat surface, the hum buzzing from the star present with the patter of feet next to him.

A game of hide n seek, a classic, a game where one would seek and the other would hide. A simple yet challenging game of who can stay hidden until the end.

And you were quite good at it.

It felt like hours ago you had watch the collectors feet drop off the bed, the counting of numbers stoping that erupted into giggles. The collector was good at hide n seek, and from what you’ve seen, was very good to the point you could only assume he had found king in under afew minutes when the star child had began to run around with an extra pair of feet right next to him.

They teamed up on you. Little sneakers…..

But at this point you didn’t really care, you were having fun with the children who you were to constantly accompany in every waking minute, sure it was tiring but it was fun. And in these moment you got to see them interact, giggling and planing there next ideas that were childish yet entertaining to hear. It was perfectly normal because after all,they were children. Maybes it’s because you were no longer a small child, the childish nature still living in you but as time passed by, you have matured by much and by the time you had met king and later met the collector through the events of the eclipse, you had began to become much like the parental figure of the group. You missed the others, and you wanted them here with you, for the collector to see what he is doing is wrong, but there was only so much you could do. The kid was young with immense power, but as time went on, you’ve come to see them as a young child you could look after and maybe then, all of you would be able to thrive.

But who am I kidding, nothing like that is easy to get.

You first heard the hum of the star like transportation, then the mumbling of the two children. The collectors feet hopped off the star along with the fluffy paws of king. From all you could see, the collector made his way to the bed you were currently under, inspecting the tossed blankets that you made previously made to look like someone was underneath the warm fabric. It was a risky move.

But his ankles were just in reach of your hands.

With a small snicker, you reached out and snatched onto the small godlike child’s ankles, causing the said child to jump up in surprise, hoping all the way over to the other side of the room like a scarred bunny.

“WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT KINGGGGG”

“I DONT KNOW WHAT WAS THAT”

Curiously the collector had slowly walked back over to the bed, creeping up before lifting the whole bed up with his hand effortlessly.Laying there defenceless you could only do one thing.

“SURPRISE???”

Waving your hands like a mad man.

It took the collector a minute before he began to laugh, flying up in the air up and around before landing back down on the soft carpet.

“OHHH THAT WAS SO FUN. WE SHOULD PLAY THAT SO MANY MORE TIME! 1000 MORE TIMES!!!”

You chuckled.

“Anytime collector”

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So High School — Colston Loveland

Summary; In which dating the tight end for Michigan’s football team makes you feel like a high schooler in love.

Content Warnings; light smut if you squint, fluff, based on “so high school” by taylor swift. reader is a philosophy major at umich, reader is jim harbaugh’s daughter (for the plot😛)

I feel so high school, every time I look at you.

You felt your ears warm as you stopped to retrieve your scarf that the chilly Michigan breeze had knocked off your neck. Despite it being negative 3 degrees out you felt a flush breeze through your body as Colston held out a thin textbook towards you, “You dropped this.” Your cheeks pinked up like a giddy schoolgirl as you took the book from him, “Thank you Colston.” The football player paused briefly, “Have we met?” You smiled awkwardly, “I’m Katya’s roommate. We met at JJ’s birthday party last year.” Colston smiled as he put it together, “Ah, Katya’s shy roommate who ducked out super early. Also Coach H’s girl.” You smiled softly as the steaming apple cider in your hands fogged up your glasses, “Yeah that’s me. I have to get going, I’m already late to my intro to ethics class.” Colston smiled warmly as you disappeared down the sidewalk, he made a mental note to ask JJ to ask Kayta about your relationship situation.

I wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.

A few weeks had passed since your interaction with Colston on the sidewalk. A few days after that interaction Colston had followed your private instagram which you learned JJ had given him in hopes of setting you up. You were currently huddled up with Katya at one of JJ and Colston’s football games. You absentmindedly searched the field for the blue jersey with the maize number 18 adorning the back. Your teeth were chattering from the chill air as the football spiraled from JJ’s hand and danced through the air before landing safely in Colston’s arms as his feet danced over the endzone. Michigan had won.

Katya squealed and grabbed your hand and pulled you down to the field. She left you alone as she made her way over to JJ. You scanned the crowd hoping to find Colston but falling short. A silky smooth voice filled your ears, “Looking for me pretty?” Your cheeks flushed a bright red as you spun around to find Colston smiling down at you. You grinned warmly, “Maybe so Loveland. Nice catch.” Colston smiled as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Thanks pretty. Do you have plans after this?” You smiled up at him, “Nah, Katya is probably gonna catch a ride back with JJ so I’m gonna catch the last bus back to campus and walk to our apartment. You?” Colston smiled, “No way, come out with me. I’m going down the road to Fleetwood’s Diner. Come with me.”

You hummed, “I don’t know. I don’t have my card and I only have a $20. Maybe next time?” Colston grinned, “Or you could let me pay for you this time and you can cover me next time?” You smiled at the boy, realizing he wasn’t giving up, “Fine only because Fleetwood’s has really good milkshakes.”

Tell me bout the first time you saw me

You awkwardly played with the rings on your fingers as you and Colston sat in a booth across from each other. You smiled softly as Colston spoke, “I still remember the first day I saw you and I actually think i crapped my pants.” A hearty laugh left your lips, “No! Why? I’m so sweet.” Colston grinned, “You had called your dad and said something about your tire was flat and you were crying because you didn’t know how to change a tire. He sent me and JJ to go change your tire for you. You were wearing an old ratty UMich tshirt and you looked like you’d been crying for hours and you were still so beautiful I swear I had never seen someone look so perfect until then.” Your cheeks pinked at his words as he smiled at you, “Go out with me. Like for real.” You looked taken aback slightly, “Okay.” Colston wasn’t expecting you to agree immediately so a warm smile washed over him.

I’ll drink what you think.

A few weeks had passed since Colston had asked you out, you had gone on two separate dates. The first being at a ace throwing place which suprisingly was a lot of fun, the second had been at a restaurant overlooking Lake Michigan and you were positive that he was going to kiss you goodnight when he dropped you off but he didn’t. You currently were stood in the off campus house some of the hockey players lived in at some party. You entered the kitchen to find Colston pouring some sort of alcohol into a red solo cup. You smiled as you leaned against the counter in the kitchen, “I’m sure my dad would love this.” Colston grinned as he instinctively reached for you and draped his arms around your waist, “Hi pretty. You thirsty?” You hummed, “Sure.” Colston grinned as he poured some Pink Whitney into a red cup, “Here you are gorgeous.”

You crinkled your nose at the strong smell of alcohol in your cup. Colston’s eyes searched to see if his drink assumption was correct. You noticed and smiled warmly as you sipped the drink. Colston spoke lowly, “Not the right drink is it?” You laughed softly, “No I’m more of a vodka person.” Colston hummed as he slightly frowned, “Why didn’t you say anything?” You grinned, “A cute boy did something sweet for me I can’t turn that down.”

Colston leaned closer to you, “Can I kiss you?” You smiled as your breath hitched ever so slightly, “I thought you’d never ask.” You leaned in a shared a sweet and passionate kiss with the tight end. You pulled away slightly breathless, “Wow.” Colston laughed as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Wow is right.”

I’m watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night

Shortly after you two shared the kiss at the party you and Colston decided to exclusively see each other. Colston was more of the social butterfly so not going out every weekend was different for him to say the least. But suprisingly the football player was content to be laying in your arms at 10:45 on a Saturday night watching the end of your favorite movie of all time, American Pie. He had tried to convince you to watch Any Given Sunday but was unsuccessful in his attempt. However you two did compromise and were going to watch Happy Gilmore next.

Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? It’s just a game but really I’m betting on all three.

You were rested upon Colston’s lap as the entire friend group was sitting around drunkenly playing kiss, marry and kill. JJ had to be the trashed of them all, he had thrown out your name, a annoying girl from his and Colston’s economics class and the water boy for Colston’s turn. Your boyfriend looked at you for help, unsure what to say. You hummed, “It’s just a game lovey.” Colston hummed as he traced circles into your bare thigh, “Marry my girl, kiss Carl the water boy and kill Sharon.” You hummed as you pressed a kiss against Colston’s lips, “You soo want to marry me.” Colston tucked your hair on one side of your head, “One day pretty. One day.”

Get my car door, isn’t that sweet

You grinned sheepishly as Colston pressed a kiss against your lips, “Don’t move.” It was pouring down rain and it was apparent the rain was harsh. Colston got out of his truck and ran around the front of the car and opened the door for you holding his jacket above your hair so it didn’t get wet. Your heart swelled at the sight of your boyfriend running back to his truck in the pouring rain.

No one’s ever had me not like you

Going back to your moms house with Colston was terrifying for you. Your parents had divorced when you were a freshman in high school so your years were split between their houses. You had your first kiss in your moms house. And the same boy you had kissed still lived next door to your mother. You were nervous about taking Colston home to begin with because your mom and you had a rocky relationship and you didn’t want to deal with her criticism.

But as you stood between your boyfriend who was very clearly jealous of Tyler who had been your first kiss, you were more nervous about that. You traced your nails over Colston’s tattooed arm, which seemed to calm him. You looked up at him and he relaxed as you entered your moms house. You spoke slowly, “No one has ever made me feel what you make me feel Colst.” Colston relaxed and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “Thank you pretty.”

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

You had grown accustomed to being around the Michigan football players as your relationship with Colston progressed. You had always been someone who was uncomfortable with PDA so for you to let Colston finger you while you sat in his best friends living room as they played GTA was pretty much unheard of. But you let it happen.

I feel like laughing, in the middle of practice to that impression you did of your dad.

Colston had absentmindedly been off his game all week. Coach Harbaugh had recently found out about his relationship with you and Colston felt like the other shoe was going to drop any minute now. You had laughed when Colston expressed his feelings. You had done a damn good impression of your father finding out about your relationship with Colston. So all week in practice Colston found himself near laughter when he thought of it. And you were right, your father reacted exactly the way you imagined he would.

You knew what you wanted and boy you got her.

_colstonloveland_: happy anniversary my pretty angel girl. two years of being entranced by you, one year of being your boyfriend. i love you💗 (tagged yourusername)

yourusername; baby🥹 i love you more than life💗

jjmccarthy; finally we set them up @katyakurpos

— katyakurpos: almost cuter than us🥹

user88; when he pines for her before being her bf😫

rutgermcgroarty: we all love y/n🫡

coachjim4um; my sweetest girl she’s so happy with you colston! thank you🙂🙂

#fanfic #football player x reader #UMich football #umich blurbs #umich imagine #umich wolverines #colston loveland #colston loveland x reader

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winniethewife · 8 months

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Kinktober day 9

Day Nine: Hunter/prey (Crosshair x Hunter x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, scent kink, outdoor sex, P!inV!, oral sex (f!reciving), fingering, threesome, overstimulation,

Minors DNI

Words: 1324

She had gotten tired of the constant bickering between the two of them lately. Crosshair and Hunter usually got along well but after you joined their little crew as a much needed medic they found themselves competing for your attention. Finally one day she had enough, she was just going to get all their energy out in one go, as they were spending the day on some random forest moon in between missions she sat them down and explained it. No weapons, no help from the others, she gets an hour head start.

“You want us to…Hunt you Mesh’la?” Hunter was intrigued but skeptical…

“And who ever find you first gets to… have our way with you?” Crosshair leans in practically chomping at the bit.

“Yes, and Yes. This whole thing is getting out of hand, and I know you don’t do anything like civilized people around here so I figured, this is as far from civilized as one can get.” She explained. Hunter and Crosshair look at each other, not sure if they should be offended.

“Look just, don’t think about it, let’s just try it and if it doesn’t work we won’t do it again.” She suggests. The two men look at each other, then her and agreed to the game.

She had been running for a while, running her hand along the trees leaving a scent trail for Hunter and making sure to leave some kind of marker for Crosshair to spot. The forest was ideal for this. She started to giggle, the thrill of the hunt, being chased by the two clones who so desperately wanted her. Her commlink went off letting her know the hour was up, she smiles and decided to leave something behind for them to find, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her black sports bra, she leaves the shirt hanging on the branch.

Little did she know that during her hour of leeway, Hunter and Crosshair talked it out and decided to work together…and then they could share her. As they start into the forest, Hunter’s tracking skills and Crosshair’s excellent sight they are quickly gaining on her. it isn’t long until they come across her shirt, Hunter takes it off the branch and holds it to his face, her scent overwhelms him, her scent alone is enough to drive him wild. He feels his bulge pressing against his cod piece, he’s getting hard on the scent alone. He begrudgingly hands the shirt to Crosshair who also takes in her scent, it doesn’t have quite have the same effect for him but he enjoys it none the less.

She had stopped for a moment thinking she still had space and time, as she sat on the flat rock she tried to catch her breath, but that’s when she heard it, standing up quickly she looked to the ledge she had jumped over just recently to see them both looking at her.

“Looks like we found you Kitten…” Crosshair said with a grin on his face.

“Aw, Kark.” She mutters before she tried to run. But she wasn’t fast enough. Hunter holds her arms against his chest, behind her back, his nose nuzzled in her hair as he kisses the nape of her neck.

“You’re not going anywhere Mesh’la.” He mutters in her ear as crosshair joins them taking her breasts in his hands and massaging them, sliding his thumbs over her hardened nipples. A small whine escapes her lips as they start to take their prize. Hunter kissing her neck leaving little purple marks, still holding her close to his body. Crosshair kneels to start to put his mouth on her breasts biting at her nipples through the fabric of her sports bra. She stopped fighting against their advances.

“That’s it Kitten, we’re going to take good care of you.” Crosshair softly hissed as they lay her down, he begins to work down her pants, down to her ankles and pulling her legs apart. He leans in and pulls her underwear aside to lick at her sex. As Crosshair does this Hunter lays her head in his lap and moves his hands under her bra pulling her breasts out as he massages them. She lets out a series of breathy moans as they both work her body up to her release. The two clones look at each other as she shakes in pleasure, silently agreeing to switch places. She hadn’t even fully come down from her first high when Hunters finger slid into her wet folds, moving deep in her pressing on her walls.

“Come on Mesh’la, I want you to cum for me too.” Hunter growls possessively as he moves his fingers, dragging his fingers along her walls. Her moans surround them in this secluded part of the forest. Crosshair’s lips capture hers to silence her. As soon as she stopped he pulls away.

“Do you want us to be found Kitten?” He asks threateningly, she shakes her head. “Didn’t think so.” He takes her lips in his again, swallowing every sound she makes as Hunter works her up into a frenzy again, being this close to her scent was enough to make him loose it. Pulling off his codpiece he pulls his length and pulls her close, lifting her as he slides into her entrance, angling himself over her as he sets a rhythmic pace. She groans into Crosshairs mouth as he enters her. Her hips buck into him as he ruts against her hips, her eyes roll into the back of her head as she feels the waves of a second orgasm roll over her body. Hunter grunts as he feels her walls clench against him, his own climax well on its way. Crosshair pulls away again

“Such a good and pretty kitty…” He croons as he caresses her jaw, looking into her eyes. She whimpers looking back at him as he touches her, every thought in her head is of her two lovers who are taking ever such good care of her. Hunter moves faster as he chases his release, pulling out of her as he releases his spend on her pelvis, panting hard.

“Maker…you’re perfect Mesh’la.” Hunter groans as he leans in to kiss her. Pulling his blacks back over himself. Crosshair and Hunter switch positions, Hunter lifting her and holding her in his lap kissing her forehead, running his fingers through her hair. Crosshair readies himself and lines himself up with her entrance, teasing her slightly with the tip of his hard length. She whimpers as she feels her weeping entrance flutter at the sensation.

“I can’t… no more…” She sobs.

“Shhh… you can do it Mesh’la. We’ve got you” Hunter says reassuringly as he pets her head, Crosshair pushing in with a satisfied sigh. His movements slow and methodical as he savors every second. Hunter kisses her softly, enjoying the feelings of her moans on his lips. His tounge exploring her mouth as he caresses her neck and shoulders, down to her breasts. Crosshair picks up the pace as he watched Hunter kiss her, caressing the marks they had made all over her body, his own breathless moans and muttered curses reach her ears, a soft moan of her own joining his as she tightens around him. Crosshair growls as she does so, moving harder and deeper. He feels himself reaching the edge.

“Ah Kitten…It’s like you were made for us…” Crosshair softly hissed before he felt himself reaching nirvana. He pulls out and pumps his length a couple times before releasing his hot spend on her chest with a satisfied moan.

She wasn’t quite sure what happened after that, completely exhausted from everything she was half asleep as they cleaned her up, helped her dress and brought her back to the Marauder. She woke up some time later Hunter wrapped around her in his bunk, Crosshair’s head lay on her lap, both fast asleep.

Kinktober masterlist

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #star wars smut #kinktober #fawktober2023

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shes4twnksinatrnchct · 6 days

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Divertissement | II

Divertissement | I

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x fem!oc

Summary: Three Years after Tabitha Carmichael abandons Frankenmuth and her childhood friends—one of which being her ex-boyfriend—she returns in hopes of mending burnt bridges.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit sexual situations (later chapters), explicit language, mentions of underage drinking/drug use, mentions of child abandonment

Words: 6.7k

***This is fiction (obviously) if you don’t like it, feel free to block and breeze by this.

“…One more!” Sierra pipes, my cheeks beginning to ache as Lee mutters, “Fother Mucker,” through his wide smile, growing just as tired of his wife’s unending desire to get a million pictures of the same pose.

Just before she can capture the moment , the wind is knocking the black tassel of my graduation cap into his face.

“Damnit.” He drops his smile and brushes the tassel away, only causing it to catch on my lipgloss, making me peel it off with an echoed, “Damnit,” of my own.

Another picture is taken that isn’t interrupted by wind or people dodging by, trying not to get in the way but doing so anyway, and when she goes to once more request, “Just one more,” Lee and I both refuse.

“Nope.” I step away from my brother and he does so to me while she rolls her eyes.

“We got at least ninety pictures, Cece.” He states to her, fixing his cap back on his head.

“Our baby only graduates college once, Lee.” She replies, elbowing him as she looks at me with teary eyes.

“Unless she decides to blow more money on a Master’s degree.” He scoffs, glancing around at the crowd of graduates garnered in black gowns and orange sashes.

“I didn’t even blow money on this degree.” I correct him, reminding him of my athletic scholarship.

“I put thousands of dollars into uniforms, competitions, travel fees, and gas over the years for you to practice shaking some pom-poms and doing a flip so good that they offered you a free education. You might not have blown money to get this,” He thumps my diploma, “But I did.”

He said it like he wasn’t helping Josh pin down pieces of my hair, that refused to stay flat, in the tight ponytails required for games and competitions, while I slapped on my makeup…like he wouldn’t help spray me down in glitter or assist when it came to gluing rhinestones on my face—though he’d inevitably fail, I’d almost cry due to lack of time, and Josh would try to fix it somewhat before it was time to go—those, of course, were the times Sierra wouldn’t be able to get off work. He said it like he wasn’t always the loudest one shouting, and cheering me on regardless of it being a prestigious competition, or a general game—knowing it was much more difficult than just “shaking some pom-poms and doing a flip.”

I look at him, unamused, as Sierra holds out her phone to him, a small smile tugging at her lips as she bats her lashes.

“Just a couple.” She says when he takes it and she steps to me.

“Sierra.” I complain, fixing my hair and my cap once more.

“I’m photogenic. We won’t need more than two to get one where I’m looking good.” She assures me while Lee chuckles..

She gets her pictures with me and then I’m free, walking toward my car as Lee suggests, “We’re gonna go back to the room and change, you want us to come pick you up for dinner?”

“I can meet you there.” I assure him, bristled and tense from the thought of them coming to the empty.

“And make you drive all the way back into town?” Sierra questions, black brows twisting at the thought.

“I’m packing so there’s stuff everywhere.” It’s not a lie, only they assume it’s for my brief trip back to Michigan.

When Greta Van Fleet got picked up by The Struts and taken on their tour as openers, they sent Lee and Sierra three tickets for the show in Flint—and Lee guilted me into accepting the third ticket by laying on very thickly that Josh insisted he and Sierra try to get me to come see them, being that I saw their first bout of shows back home in Fischer Hall, and he wanted me to witness them on tour for the first time at least once to count the circle as full.

Reluctantly, I finally agreed, and used the show as an excuse to fully cut ties with my ex-husband and get the hell out of Texas.

“We don’t even have to come inside, T.J. Just wait in the yard.” My brother shrugs.

I can’t risk it, however, because the moment they pull up and don’t see Cass’ truck—despite the fact I said he was at home with a stomach virus—or any signs of him residing there, still, Lee will know something's not quite right.

And although I fully intend to explain everything in the next two days that they’ll be here, I don’t want to hash through it tonight.

“You two find out what you wanna eat, and I will meet you there.” I put an end to our argument, raising my brows. “I love you, I’ll see you in a little bit.” I add, going to find my car while, “Shit,” hisses from my lips under my breath.

I get home, groaning aloud when I see the old Chevrolet truck sitting in the driveway.

Sitting in my car to prepare myself to face the puppy I’ve kicked aside, who’s undoubtedly here to once more plead with me to stay, I take in a breath and atlast get out.

The door’s unlocked, and as I expected, he is standing in the living room, seemingly caught off guard from the few boxes of my things.

A slight sway holds him despite him standing still, his face flushed and slightly puffy from crying…

…Ten months after moving, I had found a poor soul by the name of “Cass” in a bar.

He was too sweet for his own good, taking me on in good, earnest spirit and managing to keep me happy and content long enough for us to get engaged six months later.

Lee despised the fact I got married eight months into a relationship, especially without telling him—without even introducing him to the man first—but he ultimately decided Cass was good for me when he and Sierra visited the Christmas of 2015—only twenty-four days after we went to the courthouse.

Most people pose the same question to divorcees, wishing for nothing but warning signs to look out for in case their own relationship starts showing tell-tales of rot: When did you know the marriage was over?

My answer is, “When I was signing the marriage license.”

“You’re leaving?” He asks as I shut the door and walk past him as if he isn’t even here.

My only acknowledgement is, “You’re drunk?” that leaves me as I step toward my bedroom to change. “Did you drive like that?” I add, opening my closet.

He only repeats his question, more weak this time as it’s a hoarse, “You’re leaving, Tabitha?”

“The divorce was finalized yesterday, Cass. You were there and signed, too, remember?” I remind him in his drunken daze, dropping my bitchy-attitude, deciding I can’t continue to twist the knife when he’s like this.

I feel like I’m bullying the weaker kid.

He doesn’t respond, only staring at me until his brown eyes are clouded, and he’s evidently holding back tears, the unshaven skin framing his mouth

“I’m going back to Michigan.” I say to him, next, plucking my heels off. “I’ve graduated school, we’re not together anymore. There’s nothing left for me here.”

I startle myself the way the last sentence leaches from me so absentmindedly.

A flash of Lee’s own tearfully muddled expression comes to my mind, the same face he held when I spoke the exact words to him and Sierra in my fit of packing my shit and running here to Texas—completely forfeiting the fact that my brother and sister-in-law was everything I had left in Frankenmuth.

“Tabitha, can we please talk about this?” He questions for the billionth time, rapidly yanking at the strings of my heart as it’s choked out, all while I peel my dress off and tug on a pair of jeans.

“Cass, there’s nothing to talk about.” I say the same thing I’ve been saying to him for over a year now. “There’s nothing you can do to fix it because you didn’t mess anything up.” I add in assurance, though I know for a fact he won’t absorb it.

I refuse to look at him as I pull a shirt on, not wanting to cry and ruin my makeup before I go out.

“You can stay here as long as you need and sober up because I do not want you driving like this.” I offer, grabbing my heels once again and stepping back into the living room.

I sit on the couch, quickly sliding my shoes on, breathing out when the sofa cushion dips under me as he falls beside me and wipes his tan face, reaching for my hand.

“Tabitha, I’ll be better—I’ll do better—”

“—Cass, there’s no—”

“—I’ll cut back on how often I have to go out of town on jobs—”

“—That’s not the problem, C—”

“—We can start over, okay? I know I moved too fast and maybe you felt pressured to go through with it because—”

“—Cass,” I grab his hand, hushing him, trying not to join him in his agony as he looks at me through his dark lashes clumped together in salt water. “You are a really, really kind, good guy. And you deserve someone who loves you as much as you love them. It’s not me, and it’s not your fault that it’s not me. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t just say that before I promised you a lifetime together.”

For the first time in months, he seems to grasp what I’m trying to say, perhaps because we’re shrouded with boxes of my belongings, which act as the physical embodiment of what I’ve been trying to do for a year now.

“Is there someone else in Michigan?” He asks me, raising his dark brows.

“My family and my friends are in Michigan. And I want to go home.” I reply honestly.

“…If that’s what you want then we can go to Michi—”

I’m unwinding his hand from mine before he can even finish, and stand up, freeing myself of him as I say, “Cass, I’m going to dinner. I’m leaving Friday. The house is yours, anything I leave in it is yours. I just need out.” I take the opportunity to shift through the boxes and tension in the room to make a break for the door, not bothering to look back.

The conversation of my divorce didn’t come up to my brother in the days to follow—though when I loaded my car and his truck down in my belongings, he knew I was leaving for good, but he nor Sierra asked any questions until we arrived back home…naturally on the most inopportune night.

Lee’s taking a long swig of his beer as he leans against the door frame of my bathroom, watching me wrap my hair around a curling iron, waiting for me to answer his question: “What the hell happened between you and Cass? Did you split or what?

“Can we please do this tomorrow or something, Lee?” I huff out, dread caressing it because I know for a fact my brother truly does not want to hear the deviled details of his precious sister wreaking havoc on an innocent bystander for the sake of mending her own heart. “Tonight’s supposed to be fun.” I add, already feeling the need to vomit at the thought of seeing my old friends, even if Josh invited me or not, he’s not the one I’m dragging my feet to approach.

I wonder if Jake ever told him about that night, or if he’s kept it to himself, burying it deep in the hopes that Josh won’t even suspect something might have happened.

Even if he does find out what happened, it can be chalked up to alcohol and loneliness, can it not? Josh would surely understand.

“Did he hurt you?” Lee doesn’t oblige, asking as I spray more hairspray.

“No, no, he didn’t do anything.” I immediately jump to his defense, honestly, refusing to hear even a small accusation of wrong-doing regarding his treatment of me.

“Well, you’ve only been married for a year and a half…” He trails off, frustrated, waiting for my response, a reasonable explanation, more so.

“The divorce was finalized Monday.” I inform him, ripping the bandaid off.

He looks at me in the mirror, another spritz of hairspray clouding his expression for a second before clearing, and he’s glancing around in utter befuddlement as he rambles, “If he didn’t do anything then why’re you get— you know what? No! If it’s already finalized then when did you two even file?!” He’s not shouting out of anger, it’s purely out of being puzzled, beyond flabbergasted as he tries to piece all of it together.

“Last May.” I wince as I speak, my throat tightening as my voice strains from once more having to admit it aloud.

“...May of last year?” He calmly wishes for clarification.

“Yes.”

“May of 2016?”

“Yes, Lee.”

“That’s only five months, Tabitha.” He states the very thing I’ve been scolding myself with, despite the fact he says it sadly instead of scoldingly.

“Yes.” I repeat, my voice growing shaky as I look up to the ceiling and will my emotions to compose once more to keep from strowing my fresh mascara in streams down my face.

I expect his next statement to be, “The divorce lasted longer than the marriage?” and maybe if he couldn’t tell I was upset, he would throw it in, but he doesn’t.

“He contested it, at first.” I explain, hopefully filling in some of the blanks he’s wanting to know but doesn’t want to pry. “But he let it go when he saw that I just needed out.”

“So, you filed?”

“I just needed out.” Is all I’m willing to offer, and his demeanor alters when I say it, looking at me the same way he did when I stormed out of here a few years ago.

Like I hold the essence of our mother in more than just my looks.

He finishes his beer and throws the bottle into the trashcan by my sink, and I call out, “Lee,” as he turns and leaves me alone without another word.

The nearly forty minute ride to Flint is spent with me closing my eyes, trying to let the angelic vibrato of Emmylou Harris distract me while I wait for them to announce our arrival while my mind lightly buzzes from the desperate shotgunning of a Miller Lite before leaving the house—a last resort being that Lee and Sierra have apparently dropped their days of keeping hard liquor in the house and a simple shot wasn’t available.

No one in the car has spoken a word, Sierra keeping quiet as always when Lee and I are in a rift, the both of us stubbornly refusing to break the silence first.

We don’t speak until we get to the venue and are forced to upon seeing Mrs. Kiszka and Mrs. Wagner who give me a warmer welcome than I anticipated, and Sierra does most of the talking, immediately jumping at the chance to show them my graduation pictures, subtly elbowing Lee to grasp his attention when Karen asks how the forty hour round-trip drive to see me graduate was, to which he replies, “The drive back was worse since I had the truck loaded down with all the shit T.J. couldn’t get in her car since she decided to move back home.”

Pure elation paints the two women’s faces as they look at me.

“She sprung it on us last minute.” Sierra brushes it off as Karen pipes, “That’s great! Do the boys know yet?”

This confuses me.

Does she not know we don’t speak anymore? That I left without even saying, “goodbye” to either of them? That I’m in slight disarray with the fact that Josh even wanted me to come tonight?

“No, it’s a surprise.” I go along, glancing around as more people pile in around us.

“She’s good at those.” Lee comments, causing me to glare at him.

Lee would go through the evening as it progressed continuing to make small digs at me as we both consumed too much alcohol. I did so in an attempt to calm my shot nerves, while Lee did so to once more assist himself in the grieving of yet another honorary member of the family I brought in and kicked out.

He still resented me for not only abandoning him and Sierra, but Josh and Jake, and their family who had been so integral in my upbringing, and leaving Cass the way I did only irritated the same grudge that had festered like a wound throughout the night.

I quickly learned he was not the only one whose wounds from me resulted in well-deserved cheap shots.

Before long, I’m face to face with my singing ex-boyfriend, his brown hair shorter, making it appear fluffier as he grins widely at the audience standing at his feet while he belts out a song I’ve heard a hundred times over either at small performances in town or in their garage.

And, as he’s always managed to do during “Highway Tune,” his eyes find me, his smile reaching ear to ear with the wink of his eye.

“Does one even truly sing a song if one doesn’t look at the muse while one sings it?” His rhetorical question from years ago echoes in my mind, being sprung from a small back and forth we had gotten into upon the debut of the song that had my brother thinking a little too far into its lyrics—which I ended up having to lie and tell him it was based on an experience Jake had, and was most definitely not about me and and my boyfriend forgetting to take a vow of celibacy in the back of a car on the side of a road.

During the breakdown, his hands join in a series of claps over his head, prompting the crowd to follow suit as he nods at me and shouts as loud as he can away from the mic, “Tabs, you look great!” And “Are you sure we should’ve broken up?!” I can tell it’s dripping satire and has me cackling before Sam and Jake send girls everywhere into a tizzy with their slightly provocative style of playing.

I try to ignore Jake as best as I can while they’re moving through their set which is nearly impossible to do as my gaze is fixated on him most of the time despite hoping that he hasn’t seen me, probably not as likely being that he’s more to the right of the stage where I’m facing it.

Small, telling little glances from Josh to his twin brother when he catches me staring at the guitar player multiple times makes me question if he knows, and that same question repeats until the last line of a bridge from a song I’ve had yet to hear, and it’s crystal clear that Jake’s indeed been aware of where I’ve been in the crowd the moment Josh wails out, “I gave you all a man could give and you still walked out on me,” while warm, dark brown hues regard me with a cold stare as it leaves his brother’s mouth before once more joining him for the chorus.

My stomach falls to my feet.

It’s all the confirmation I need regarding whether Josh is in the loop when it comes to the full extent of what exactly occurred before I left.

I didn’t get the hell out of Frankenmuth on account of Josh leaving me, not anymore than that night I kissed Jake was the last time I saw him.

The night before I left, Josh, Ronnie, Sam and their dad went to the lake for the weekend while Jake, me and his mom hung out at their house.

It was Mrs. Kiszka’s attempt to try to keep everyone friends despite—Josh and I splitting and not speaking—finding that it wasn’t worth throwing ten years of friendship out.

In theory, it was a good idea.

It would’ve worked wonderfully if I hadn’t already decided I was leaving and felt I couldn’t do so until Jake knew how I felt.

Once his mom went to bed and it left us to our own devices—sober—it didn’t take long before we were both expressing how we felt about the other with as little words as possible.

I didn’t sleep that night, clothes scattered to the floor as I scrunched up in his twin-size bed with him in the room he shared with Josh and Sam, watching him sleep, and wishing I could stay.

I could have stayed, instead of subjecting myself to pointless heartache that I, in-turn, took out on others—a meaningless war of attrition of my own doing that therapy could’ve de-escalated had I handled it responsibly.

But for whatever reason, I had it in my mind that if I did stay, he would also eventually wake up one day and decide he didn’t love me anymore.

And so the cycle continued, and got dragged to Texas to torture another causality.

After their set, I chirp, “Well, I’m so sorry to the Struts and I’m sure they’re gonna be great, but I’m ready to go home.”

“Same. Your brother is wasted.” Sierra informs me, glancing at Lee who’s just staring off. “Let’s go.” She adds, grabbing at his arm, leading him through the crowd like a child.

Once Sierra manages to safely get us and Lee’s bigass truck back to the house in one piece all while he screams along to Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn, I beat them inside to avoid him possibly saying anything else to me about what’s conspired the last few hours.

After I shower and start slathering on body lotion, there’s a soft knock at the bathroom door.

Sierra smiles at me when I open the door, a blue colored face mask smeared across her skin as her black hair is pulled messily on top of her head, matching me in attire of nothing but a towel.

“Your brother is settled in his chair drinking water and watching In the Heat of the Night.” She assures me, to which I scoff and roll my eyes. “I know he’s being a little bit of an ass but…”

“I’m not a victim in this, Sierra. I know that. I just need him to stop pretending that he had everything figured out by the time he was my age, too.” I say gently, going back to putting moisturizer on.

“He couldn’t have anything figured out, he was raising you—we both were.” She replies, raising her brows. “He was trying to navigate being a brother and a dad to a nine year old without fucking her up more than her mother did, when he was your age.”

“And now he feels like he failed because I’m acting just like her, right?” I ask, looking at her, and she states, “I didn’t say that, and he didn’t either.”

“He doesn’t have to say it. He make—” The ringing doorbell interrupts us, the two of us looking at one another in confusion.

It rings in an all too familiar pattern of a Beatles song that brings back an odd feeling of deja vu.

“Well…let me get clothes on.” Sierra steps out of the bathroom and scurries to her room as I hear Lee shout, “Hey!” as he opens the door, followed by a slurred, “You guys did fucking good tonight!”

“Thank you, thank you, we’re available for b-mitzvahs and weddings, too, folks.” Josh’s voice rings out before snapping out, “Honey, I’m home!”

“One second!” I call back, ducking to my room and pulling an old t-shirt and sleep shorts on, running a brush through my wet hair as I hear Sam explain to Lee, “We’re staying at the house tonight,” while steps padd against the wood floor in the hallway leading to my room.

Josh knocks, for once, and I open the door to be immediately swept up in questions paired with a kiss to the cheek and a tight hug.

“What’d you think? Do we sound better than we did three years ago?” He rattles off, pulling me from his embrace to hold my shoulders. “We certainly fucking look better, speaking of looks, I like this,” He refers to my longer hair that now falls past my boobs, taking the wet strands in his hands to iron them through his fingers.

“I think you guys did really well, Josh.” I say in response, adding, “You do sound better, you look better, and thank you but I’ve been contemplating chopping it.” I look down at my hair in his hands.

“…But I like it.” He retorts, my hands pulling his away from my hair as I reply, “You don’t get a say anymore.”

“Oh, right.” Nodding, as he quietly yells in a whisper under his breath, “Hey, Jake, c’mere!”

He’d be dead if my eyes could kill.

“I kid, I kid,” He assures me, before a small pinch of awkward silence floats between us, surrounding the topic.

He goes to open his mouth but I halt him as I say, “Fight Club.”

“Fight Club” was a term adopted in our youth to immediately bury a conversation or topic, no questions asked—it simply didn’t get talked about.

Jake came up with it after we stole Lee’s copy of the film and watched it when I was in seventh grade.

The irony that it came in handy to avoid Josh and I having a heart to heart about me screwing his brother, didn’t fall on me blindly.

“Tabby, it doesn’t matter now—”

“—Fight Club.” I argue, snapping it as he keeps speaking, “Look, we’re over one another, it was years ago—”

“Fight. Club.” I grit out, growing irritated with him.

“Fight Club, damn.” He finally relents, rolling his eyes as I step into the kitchen to see the boys gathered around the bar, Sierra and Lee talking with them.

“Hey, Tabby.” Danny is the first to speak when he sees me, Sam and Lee carrying on with Jake as Josh asks, “Cece, do we have beverages?”

“Hey, Danny.” I step to him, having to settle for hugging his waist now being that he’s grown two feet in the last three years, adding, “You did good tonight,” my hand smoothing his longer hair.

“Yes, Josh.” Sierra walks to the fridge with him.

“Thanks.” Danny replies to me, Sam reaching his arm out to me absentmindedly.

“Hot-Shot Baby Kiszka over here doesn’t even have to look at the girls he hugs now that he’s a rockstar.” I state to Sierra as Sam looks at me and tugs me to him while Josh plays along, adding, “I told you it was a fucking problem, Sam.”

Like Danny, Sam has sprung up like a weed despite maintaining his baby face, squeezing me to his side as he nods to whatever Lee’s carrying on about.

Jake’s the only one I have yet to acknowledge, but I can’t with the way he’s looking at me, his eyes shifting to me as he carries on with his brother and mine.

His hair’s grown to his shoulders, waving slightly, his own facial features having grown more mature in the last years…

The sound of carbonation being drunk crackles in my ear followed by a crisp, “Ahh,” to which I glance over my shoulder and am almost nose to nose with Josh who’s got a can of beer.

Looking deadpanned into air, he seriously states, “I’m so fucking tired,” holding his gaze into nothingness before looking me in the eyes.

The two of us start chuckling, my hand grabbing his as I say, “I’ve missed you.”

“You’re telling me. I almost stole mom’s car a couple times to go to Texas…then I thought of driving on the interstate for eighteen hours and decided I’d just put my never-ending longing into song.” It’s sarcasm, I think, though after that one song I’m not sure.

“Better than getting married and divorced within five months.”

My eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of my head they widen so largely, my face scalding hit the moment my brother’s words settle in the air

“…Huh?!” Josh sharply questions in confusion.

“Lee.” Sierra says as everyone’s eyes fall on me.��

I keep my mouth shut, only because Josh is squeezing my hand silently pleading not to snap back and escalate it on a night we’re supposed to have a good time before they head to their next city.

“I just can’t understand how someone with a minor in Communications and Rhetoric can’t fucking communicate any major life-altering occasions to her own brother until after they happen.” Lee continues.

“…And that’s my cue.” Jake mumbles as I look at him instead of my brother, grabbing the encased guitar he brought, and stepping to the back door as Josh nudges my side and hands me his beer.

With a nod, he gives it away to me to drink, patting my sides and stepping back to give me room to unwind from Sam and retreat to my room while Sierra marches to their room, calling, “Lee, come here!” surely to crawl all over him for saying that in front of them.

I don’t think either of my childhood best friends were genuinely shocked, they both carried an air of “it’s Tabby, of course she did” surrounding the news of my short-lived marriage, as if they almost expected me to have at least one dire hiccup at some point in life.

Whether they assumed such a crisis would come later in my life or not has never been disclosed, but they seemed to be the most nonchalant about it.

The three boys follow me to my room, sprawling out on my bed with me as we all stare at the ceiling, telling me all about touring, how stressful and exhausting it is but how fun and electric is feels to perform.

Josh is shockingly the most quiet, his eyes closed as he lets out a “mmhmm” in agreement to things Danny and Sam inform me of, and I just shut up and listen, absorbing all of it, regretting that it’s taken me so long to come back and home and catch up with them—but thankful that I get to be here with them, now.

After a few minutes, Sierra’s coming in and jumping a little from the pile of people on the full size mattress.

“Um, Tabby, can you come here for a second?”

I go to her, and she stops herself before shutting my door, asking, “Boys, do you want the light off?”

“Please, God.” Josh says, and she switches it off and shuts the door.

“Are you and Jake fighting?” She whispers.

“Not actively. We haven’t talked.” I say back, shrugging.

“Yeah, I noticed earlier.” She agrees, leading me to the second guest bedroom, opening the drawer of the nightstand. “He needs to take these back, anyway, because he left them last time he was here hanging out with Lee, however, I’m sure if you’re the one to deliver them to him it will help smooth whatever’s happening there.”

She hands me a half-drunk bottle of tequila and a sealed mason jar with one remaining joint in.

“But we’re not fighting.” I tell her, shaking my head.

“Only because you’re not talking.” She reminds me of my own words, patting my shoulder and proving her point.

I take in a breath and sigh out, finally saying, “Okay.”

Before too long, the grass of the backyard is squishing somewhat under my boots, evidence of recent rainfall marking the ground as I keep my grip tight on the bottle and the jar, stepping to the enclosed shed behind the house.

It still appears to be nearly hanging on by a thread, the rickety wood boards rotted and the rusted roof not offering very much shelter should one need to take cover from rainfall.

Lee used it for years as his refuge away from me and Sierra when living with two women became too much at times—through throws of fluctuating hormones and my dreadful teenage years.

I came to find out my junior year of high school that Jake would also hide away in it sometimes, truly tucked away from anyone who could possibly bother him, and when he was okay with being bothered, my brother was more than welcome to grab his guitar and join him in the tattered hovel that beared witness to many of their acoustic soirees.

The closer I come, the more apparent the sound of soft strumming grows, filtering out and intertwining with the racket of crickets and the laughter from the house.

He more than likely hears me when I reach the doorway, the single strand of small, battery powered bulbs providing dim light to cascade over him as he continues his quiet song.

It’s when I use the bottle to knock on the wall that he stops, looking over his shoulder at me.

He offers the same distant glare he did when we locked eyes at the show–only this time Josh’s vocals aren’t carrying on in the background–and although the lyrics, paired with Jake’s attention on me, felt pretty personal, I’m nearly tempted to cowardly go back to the house to evade the burn of his silent gaze now.

Looking forward once more, I take the moment to step inside, breaking the silence as I quietly state, “I bring peace offerings,” walking to him.

Not replying, still, I add, “Here’s your, ‘I’m sorry for sleeping with you and falling off the face of the earth,’ tequila,” I reach across him and sit it on the old, slightly off-kilter table that stands as tall as my waist and is home to all the random junk Lee has come across over the years and has decided to keep.

He watches me do so, those rich eyes tracing along my hand, up my bare arm, before he’s prying them away and looking back down at the guitar he’s still holding, absentmindedly strumming again.

“And your, ‘I’m sorry for putting you in an awkward situation with your brother by sleeping with you,’ blunt.” He stops strumming with an abrupt pull of the strings that rattle together upon him doing so as he immediately snaps out, “I participated pretty fucking enthusiastically, Tabby. You didn’t just put me in it,” in my defense.

“And I knew you would.” I raise my brows while I pluck the jar from the crook of my arm, holding it out to him directly. “Just like I knew I was going to leave, anyway. Which makes me extra bitchy.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not arguing with that.” He mumbles, keeping his eyes off of me as he accepts the jar, the bracelets adorning his tan wrist offering all the more excuse to let my eyes roam to his hands.

My fingers itch to smooth the ends of his hair through them as he brushes it from his face before opening the jar, pulling the joint out and examining it carefully.

“I did lace it.” I promise, sarcastically.

“Thought you might after you heard the song that was birthed out of your ‘extra bitchiness’.” He retorts in a scoff.

“If it was a shitty song I actually might have.” I assure him, sitting in the chair next to him as he digs in his pocket for a lighter, my eyes glued to the sight of his lips wrapped around the blunt as he lights it, swallowing to try to coat my dry throat as my mind briefly drifts to inappropriate ideas that revolve around me wrapping my lips around something of my own.

It quickly comes to a screeching stop when I remind myself that that’s how he and I got into all this shit to begin with…

For the thousandth time, I picture him waking up, those years ago, the only evidence of our time together being a pitiful text of, “I’m sorry,” from me that had been sent from about six hours south of Frankenmuth.

“I am really sorry about how I handled everything, Jake.” I say it sincerely for the first time. “I strewed out all this shit, and just left you to clean it up.”

“I knew you were hurt, Tabby. I shouldn’t have…” He trails off, shaking his head and billowing smoke from his lips and nose. “...I knew better, I guess is what I’m trying to say.” He says more under his breath, glancing down at his boots.

Another beat passes before I say, “Josh knows.”

“Yeah.” He nods, glancing at me.

“...So…did you two, like, compare notes or…?” I try to make as light of it as I can being that Josh is, already, too.

His lips struggle to hide a smirk as he dryly retorts, “After he got done screaming at me, sure.”

Bitterness spills from me like word vomit as I state, “He kinda lost jurisdiction of what’s between my legs when he left me.”

“Well, after dodging the mic stand he threw at me, I realized that—had he not been going through a season of existential discovery—he would have stayed with you.” He flatly breathes out. “But the main issue was that he felt like it was an asshole thing for me to take advantage of you when you were low.”

My eyes go wide, “You didn’t take advantage of me, Jake. If anything I did it to you.” I argue, shaking my head.

“You try telling my brother that. You hung the stars, moon, and the sun if anyone asks him about the chronicles of creation.” He now reaches for the tequila. “And get that smug look off your face.” He adds, grumbling, stoking me to chuckle as he opens the bottle.

“I figured he would hate me.” I cross my arms while he takes a swig of the liquor and hands it off to me.

“Oh, please, you’re still his ‘Perfect Girl’. He almost pissed himself when mom first called him and said you were coming to the show.” He rolls his eyes.

The next thought that comes to mind is one I’m afraid to voice, worried about squandering this somewhat cordial exchange between the two of us.

“I figured you would hate me, too.” I say, next, staring at him as the joint’s perched between his pointer and middle finger, throwing smoke with each stroke of his thumb across his forehead a few times in a row.

“I did, at first.” He admits. “But that wore me out more than missing you did…I just chalked it up to ‘shit happens’ and decided not to hold it against you…the show must go on and whatnot.” He grabs the bottle without me even taking any from it, too transfixed with him, not even trying to hide it. Clearly noticing it, he gets another taste of tequila and inhales another long drag before looking at me with a sly smile, his eyes raking over me as he arrogantly enriches his perfectly timed humor into the heavy conversation, “Feel free to drop your panties anytime, by the way.”

His final words snap me out of my hypnosis, and I’m shoving his arm and yanking the bottle back before he’s chortling and starting, “So, tell me about this divorcee you’ve left back in Texas.”

“Oh, hell.” I rub my temples, hearing him carefully prop his guitar behind us, freeing his lap before turning to face me slightly, his arm thrown on the back of my chair. “No, when Josh hears the details of that I will no longer be his ‘perfect girl’ who can do no wrong.” I assure him. “That is by far the most aborrhent thing I’ve ever done.”

“Couldn’t have been that bad.” He says, making me raise my brows.

“I met him in a bar.” I begin.

“Naturally.” He replies with a single nod.

“He fell in love with me.” I add, to which he quips, “Always.”

“Got married eight months later. Filed for divorce five months later. Finalized the divorce, and left Texas a year later.” I finish, vaguely. “I just wasn’t in love him.” Is all I can chalk it up to, looking at him once more to see him staring at me this time, a nearly blank expression on his face as if he’s running back his own memory of me leaving him with no explanation, saddened, brown eyes taking mine captive as he now mutters, “Never.”

He might as well rip my heart out and stomp on it.

It’s now him that has to snap out of something, tearing his eyes from me as he huffs out and stands to his feet, stepping around his chair.

He places the bottle on the table, grabbing his guitar case to pick it up and gently places it on the edge of the wood that’s cleared off enough to assist him.

I stand next, grabbing the guitar and handing it to him.

“Thanks.” He says around the blunt resting between his lips as he handles his prized acoustic and secures it away in its case.

“I wouldn’t say, ‘never’, you know.” I inform him, my back resting against the table, nervously fumbling with the ends of my hair.

Laying the case along the two chairs we were sitting in, he turns to face me once more, stepping closer and reaching over my shoulder to grab the tequila, not bothering to pull it back to him as I take in a breath from his close proximity, his other hand freeing his mouth as smoke soaks the air above our heads as he makes sure not to blow it in my face.

“So, what, you’re saying you’re in love me?” He inquires, dark brows pulling together, my eyes not even pretending to look anywhere else but his lips.

I look up at his eyes, finding it harder to breathe the longer he looks at me so thoroughly, as if trying to figure out what I’m thinking.

I attempt to make it easier for him, softly letting out, “Maybe.”

It’s when he leans forward that my heart feels it’s going to burst out of my chest, aching to feel the lips of the one I’ve truly been missing so badly the last three years.

The brush of his lips against mine is enough to make my head spin, resisting the urge to impatiently close the sliver of space between our mouths.

“No, I don’t think that’s right.” He answers his own question, his breath ghosting my skin as he whispers it, his jaw clenching momentarily. “If so, you wouldn’t have left.”

He pulls away altogether, bottle on hand, stomping out his joint before grabbing his guitar taking his opportunity to leave me in return.

#jake kiszka x oc #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka fanfic #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka smut #jake gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #danny gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #greta van fleet

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auorafics · 1 year

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The Virtues of Jealousy (M)

Request: Fucking with handcuffs

Pairing: Hard dom!Lee Know x Reader, jealous/angry sex, bondage with handcuffs, blindfolded reader, edging, teasing, dirty talk (usage of slut, whore and bitch), lowkey mean dom Lee Know

Summary: Y/n is way too close and touchy with his Channie hyung, completely ignoring him. So, he needs to punish her and teach her a good lesson

Word Count: 2.5K

“Heyyyy boys!!”, you yell, making your presence known as you and Lee Know enter the new flat. You were attending Hyunjin’s housewarming party. He and his girlfriend had recently saved up to buy this apartment. “Hey y/n! Hi hyung!”, the boys yelled back. You walked around the house, admiring the neatly decorated living room. Hyunjin’s girlfriend came out of the kitchen to greet you, “Y/n, hi! Welcome to our new place”. “Thanks girl. It looks amazing already! I can't wait to see how it looks fully occupied”, you reply, giving her a hug and taking a walk around with her, as she shows you around.

“Hyung, have a seat”, I.N says, patting a chair next to him. Lee Know sits down beside the younger kids and joins their conversation. In the meantime, you help Hyunjin, Lia (let’s say that's her name), Channie, and Binnie with the snacks and refreshments. “Drinks and snacks for all”, Chan chimed in, as you accompanied him with the snack tray. You all sat down and started talking about this and that. “Let’s make a toast”, Felix chirped up, lifting his glass of wine.

“To Hyunjin and Lia”, you and Bang Chan spoke as you lifted your glasses.

“To the new apartment”, Seungmin and Lee Know joined.

“To game nights on this comfy couch”, added Felix, I.N, Han and Hyunjin

“To sleepovers”, Lia said, to which you agreed

“To more tasty snacks”, snorted Changbin, making everyone laugh.

“Cheers!”, all say as the seal the toast with a clank of the glasses

The evening continues as you all keep drinking, snacking and enjoying each other's company. At a point of time, you seemed to gain interest in Chan talking about his work in progress songs, so you shifted from your boyfriend’s side towards Chan. He didn’t think much of this at first, but whenever you placed your hand on Channie’s lap from laughing too hard at his miseries or leaned into him or placed your head on his shoulder, he felt himself getting jealous. But when his hyung started ruffling and playing with your hair, he felt invaded. He couldn't help but death glare at you. Of course he knows you both don't mean to, but your actions were doing the opposite. He knows and trusts both of you to know the boundaries and not cross them. This was very innocent, but he doesn’t like it one bit.

“Hyung? Lee Know hyung??”, Jisung’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he is met by the puzzled looks of the members around him. “What happened? Why’d you zone out? Are you tired?”, Seungmin asks him, concerned. Lee Know looks over to you, but you are still engrossed in your conversation with Chan. This was his last string. “How could you ignore your own boyfriend? You were definitely in need of punishment!”, he thought to himself as he turned back to the members. “Yes, actually. I’m pretty tired from the practice earlier. So, me and y/n will be leaving earlier”, he said loudly so as to gain your attention.

“Huh? What happened baby? You're tired?”, you asked, finally turning your attention towards him. “Yes baby. I want to go home”, he said, getting up from the couch and walking towards you. He gently pulled back the chair you were sitting on and held you by your arm, a little tighter than usual. You immediately realized something was wrong, that you did something to piss him off. But regardless, you acted normal and bid goodbyes to the members. Lee Know congratulated Hyunjin and Lia one last time, and dragged you out the door by your arm. He hails a taxi back to your apartment, as both of you are drunk and aren’t supposed to drive. He doesn’t speak a single word for most of the way. “Baby? Are you ok?”, you ask him, trying to make him talk. But he doesn’t even look at you.

You start to get anxious, thinking he might be very mad. You start thinking about the worst case scenarios, that is, until you see the growing tent in his dress pants. The sight immediately moistens your core. You look up at his neck to see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. Then you look at his face to see a half a sinister grin plastered across his face. He knows you saw his hard on, and he plans to make you do something about it the instant you both get home. All the anxious thoughts from earlier are replaced with horny thoughts of what you think he would do to you. As you continue looking at him, his hand on your lap starts to move up your thigh. You immediately close your eyes and focus on trying to not make any sounds. He keeps caressing your thigh, going higher and higher. And just as it was about to come in contact with your core, the taxi comes to a stop, and he removes his hand from your thigh. You whine softly, not audible enough for the driver to hear. He pays and pulls you out of the taxi, rougher than earlier.

The second you open the door, he pushes you into the wall in front of your main door, kicking the door shut behind you. He holds onto your shoulders and sandwiches you between him and the wall. He comes close to your ear and raspily whispers,”You are driving me crazy, you brat!”. You could feel your body heat up instantly. His boner prodding at your ass had you dripping. “I don’t know what you are talking about baby”, you whisper coyly, knowing very well that he was jealous that you were hanging out with Chan. He turns you around and cups your face with his left hand, as his right hand moves swiftly to cup your wet panties under your skirt. “Oh really!? Then I must be mistaken”, he says with a smirk. He pecks your lips once and lets you go. You are dazed and left craving for more, your mouth hanging in disbelief. You hold onto the sleeve of his jacket at once, looking at him with puppy eyes, as you bring your hand holding his towards your core again. He quickly slaps your hand away. “You have to beg for it brat! Brats like you don’t get what they want!”, he demands. “Please sir..please touch me. I need you to make me feel good. I have been a very bad girl. I need you to punish me. Please give me a really good punishment. Please make sure I wont act up again. Please sir, I need you!”, you beg and plead him. You felt so pathetic, but you knew what was about to come was very much worth it.

His strong arms around you and his soft lips on yours pull you back from your thoughts, you start kissing him back automatically. He lifts you and walks you both to your bedroom. He drops you onto the bed and climbs on top of you. He starts kissing your lips again, his hands roaming all over your body. Lee Know reaches out to the bedside drawer and pulls out one of his ties. “Get up baby”, he says as he sits up. You sit up and he ties the black tie around your eyes and pushes you back down. He slowly starts tracing his finger from your eyes over your nose bridge, your lips, pulling the lower one down and pinching it between his thumb and index fingers. You let out a small moan as his thumb traces the outline of your jaw, as his other hand travels to your lower body. He slides your skirt up and with a swift move, pulls down your drenched panties. You feel the cold air of the room caress your sex, soon replaced by his fingers. His other hand places itself around your neck as he plays with your pussy.

What started as light, soft touches to your pussy now became harsh as his fingers entered you, fingering you open. “You like Chan hyung more than your own boyfriend now, baby?”, he asks you, slapping your pussy. Before you could reply, he makes you moan with an extremely hard thrust. “Don’t even try to deny it baby. I saw the way you looked at him. Being so touchy with hyung! Such a slut you are. Being so close to another man right in front of your boyfriend”, he spits out. You should feel ashamed but it feels so good hearing him degrade you. The pace of his fingers fastens, making you buckle and close your thighs, clawing at his arms. “Stay still baby!”, he warns. But the pleasure is too much, pushing you closer and closer to your peak. You try but you are unable to stay still for him, pissing him off more. He suddenly stops his movements and pulls out. “NO! No no no. Lee Know why!!??”, you whine. This was the third time your pleasure was denied tonight. “Shush! You are misbehaving a lot tonight. Since when do you disobey your master and call him by his name? You need a harder punishment whore!”, he scolds you. He gets up from above you and walks to somewhere in the room. You wanted to see what he was up to but you didn’t dare to take off the blindfold without his permission. So you lay there waiting for whatever he would do to you now. You hear rustling from your wardrobe and his hum of satisfaction when he found what he was looking for.

He comes over to you and grabs your hand, making you snap your head towards him in confusion. Suddenly, you feel cold metal around your wrist. A pair of handcuffs! He yanks your other hand and cuffs it. Then you hear the unbuckling of his belt and his pants fall to the ground, followed by his shirt and boxers. He brings your cuffed hands to the headboard and ties them to it with his belt. “This will do. Now let’s see how you’ll move your hands”, he says with a snicker. You can literally imagine the wide shit eating grin of his face. Next, you feel his hands on your tits. He fondles them roughly through your blouse and bra. His hands go up to the collar and literally rips it off you, too impatient to undo the buttons. “Sir! That was my best blouse”, you protest, as you hear the buttons falling on the ground. “Oh fuck it! I’ll buy you a new one”, he says, as he hurriedly pushes your bra up to your neck, freeing your breasts. He immediately takes one into his mouth, kissing and sucking all over. His hands rest on your hips, where he holds you tightly, as if you are gonna run away. He slowly starts to rut his dick over your heat, hitting right on your clit. You moan and whine from the double stimulation to all of your nubs.

“Ahhh! Sir, please let me cum”, you beg, as his thumb circles your clit, drawing figure 8s over it. “Have you learnt your lesson, slut?, he asks you, increasing his pace. You are already at your edge. He had already denied you so many orgasms. You don’t even remember how long you were tied up for, but if did feel like hours of torture. So you quickly nodded your head. “Words, baby! Tell me now, or I’ll stop”, he threatened. “Yes sir. I have learnt my lesson. Please give me my reward! Please let me cum!”, you say with all the breath you could muster. “Good! Now cum like a good slut”, he commanded. You gladly obliged, finally reaching your peak.

But this was not the end of it. You felt his rock hard dick prodding at your entrance. You felt him push his massive dick into you inch by inch. When he bottomed out, he immediately started moving, not giving you time to adjust. He instantly found your g-spot and angled all of his thrusts to hit it. “Ahhhh…ahhhh! Sir, I'm too sensitive. Please go slow”, you pleaded. “Weren’t you the one begging me earlier to punish you good? Didn’t you want my cock in you, huh?”, he questioned. “Yes, but…”, you start. “No ifs and buts. Shut up and take what I give you, like a good bitch”, he spit out, thrusting in hard at “bitch”, punctuating it.

You feel your hands being tugged by the handcuffs, due to his fast pace. You clench your hands into fists and hold onto the belt tightly. His constant abuse to your overly sensitive cunt made your orgasm build up twice as fast. Your walls started to clamp down on his dick, making it hard for him to move inside you. “Nghhh! Your walls are so tight…clenching down on me. So warm, so tight. So fucking good!”, he rambles, groans erupting from the pit of his throat. “Sir, my hands hurt a lot”, you mumble as you wince in pain. Lord knows how long your hands were in that position. “Flip over”, Lee Know says, slowly pulling out of you and helping you turn onto your knees. He moves you a little closer to the head board and removes your blindfold. He enters you again from behind, as your eyes start adjusting to the sudden change in brightness. Your hands, sore from before and unable to hold your weight up, give way and you fall limp onto the bed, your hands hanging over your head. Lee Know brings one hand to your neck and the other lays on your tailbone, pushing it down. You naturally arch you back. This position allowed Lee Know to hit another level of depth in your core. You let out the loudest moan ever, that night. You were inches away from your climax. You could sense that he was close too. His rhythmic thrusts turned into clumsy ones and you could feel his dick throbbing inside you. Lee Know also started to groan, grunt and softly moan, something he only does when he is about to come undone.

“Sir, I'm gonna cum”, you whimper. “Me too baby. Cum together with me”, he replies back. It only took you both a couple more thrusts to reach your highs. You came with a long drawn out moan and chants of his name, while Lee Know came with grunts followed by a string of curses and chants of your name. He kep fucking you through your highs. Soon, his body fell limp over yours, and you both stayed there for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth.

He got up and slowly unbuckled his belt from the headboard and uncuffed you. You both were covered with sweat from head to toe, and a mixture of your both cum dripped down your thigh. So you both decided to take a warm shower before heading to bed. In the shower, he kissed all the hickies and bruises on your body. Lee Know sat you down at your dresser and started drying your hair with a towel, and casually asked, “Do you think we should ask Channie hyung to join us sometime when he is free?”

P.S: Let me know if you want a MinChan threesome :)

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thewiz9062 · 3 months

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Sleepover Melodies:

Hi this is a oneshot based on my au enjoy

NOTE: THIS IS NOT RELATED TO CANON IN THE SLIGHTEST. An accurate description of this au is that I took every playtime.co poster art and promotional material from the game and lit up the rest of canon in a bonfire. Meaning that EVERY character is part of one big cartoon. Thats it. No bigger bodies project, no child souls, no experiments, just a depiction of a cartoon. PLEASE do not ask me to do anything suggestive with anyone.

Now, a week ago, this would have sent chills down Catnap's spine. Boxy usually wouldn't be around for another three days, and Bobby stopped by earlier, not that she even knew where he lived. No one should have known his location.

There was a knock on the door.

But alot can happen in a week.

"Catnap, whew! I almost thought there was another cabin I should be looking for out here!" The excitable dog greeted him once he opened the door. Catnap stepped out of the way and gestured inside, inviting him in.

After a short moment, Dogday got himself settled and sat on the floor with catnap. "So....uhhh..." Dogday started, "what now?"

Catnap gave him a stare similar that clearly meant 'really?'

Dogday scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "Okay, I know, I know, I set this up so I should know what to do, but I only asked Kickin what a sleepover was!"

"You guys look a lot less energetic." Dogday stated. Bubba gave him a small 'mhm' in response while Kickin just groaned with his face flat on the table. "What happened?"

"We were supposed to have a sleepover, but SOMEONE decided it be such a great idea to pull an all-nighter." Bubba said, giving the most passive-aggressive side eye to Kickin.

"HEY! YOU STAYED UP TOO!"

"Well, one of us were gonna have to be the sane one, and with the way you were acting, my role was obvious."

They looked like they were about to go on another friendly snark-off, but dogday cut them off with a sentence straight from hell.

"Uh, guys? What's a sleepover?"

"All they did was tell me that you stay over at a friend's house for the night. It slipped my mind!" Dogday defended himself, but Catnap looked unimpressed.

Dogday deflated at his expression, and Catnap was quick to shoot him a look that could be described as an apology to rectify his mistake.

"No no, it's okay, we can fix this!" Dogday scanned the room. "We can just, uh, make our own rules! Yeah! That'll work!" He got up and started to take a closer look at the things Catnap had.

...There wasn't much.

Maybe a stray plate or something similar, but other than that, Catnap's cabin was just barely filled with the necessities to live.

Time passed, and eventually, it got dark. A single candle lit up the room. Dogday was still trying to find something to do while Catnap sat in the middle of the room, tired. Dogday was about to go report and possibly apologize to Catnap for the uneventful evening, but stopped in his tracks when he heard... singing?

He turned to see where the source was coming from, and lo and behold, it was Catnap. Dogday quietly went over to where Catnap was seated and sat next to him. Catnap seemed to be in his own world at the moment. Dogday listened until the end before complimenting him. "That was amazing!!"

Catnap basically leaped, not having noticed Dogday's presence. He took a moment to recall events and then proceeded to bury his face in his hands due to embarrassment. "No, no, it was really good! Do you do that often?" Catnap shook his head no. "Do you know any more?" Catmap paused for a moment, as if thinking, then nodded.

"Can you sing it?" Catnap looked surprised at the question. "I meant it when I said I liked it!" Catnap thought about it and decided to sing again.

Once the song was finished, he looked over, and Dogday was sound asleep. He got up and grabbed the two blankets he had. He covered Dogday, and after a few moments of difficulty, he fell asleep as well.

When Dogday was about to leave in the morning, he felt the need to apologize, looking down at his feet. "Um, I just wanted to say sorry for, you know, taking you out of routine for something I had no idea how to even do-"

"No."

Dogday looked up at Catnap, who was giving him one of his rare smiles. "I enjoyed it."

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My children jsysbsisgd I enjoyed writing this even tho tumblr nearly deleted it from my drafts

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #catnap #dogday #my art #art #oneshot #alternate universe #fanfic

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Dub con with JJ where the reader is the aggressor?? 🙈🙈🙈

Enough

“What is your problem? You’ll look at anyone but me. You’ll fuck anyone but me. Why? Why, JJ? Are my tits not big enough for you? Is my ass too flat? Am I not dumb enough for you? Is it because I can carry on a conversation?” I shove him in the chest again as I continue to advance on him on the porch of the Chateau. If it wasn’t for the buzz in my system, I wouldn’t be reacting this way. But when he grimaced at the thought of having to kiss me during spin the bottle, I was a bomb ready to explode the rest of the night. I’d had a crush on him for years and he never gave me the time of day. That was about to change.

“Y/N—.” JJ started put I shoved him again.

“Here, take a look.” I yanked the strings on my top loose and threw it at his face. He caught it, eyes bouncing back and forth from my face to my tits. A blush met his tan cheeks as he really tried not to look. “Are they not good enough for you?” I squeezed them together and he licked his lips, at a loss for words.

“Here, how about my pussy.” I slid my bikini bottoms off then threw them at JJ too. He caught them, stumbling backwards and landing in the comfy chair, his eyes wide. “What about this? I know how you like girls waxed or shaven. Is this bare enough for you?” I prop my leg up on the arm of the chair, caging him in as I open myself for him. He does nothing but stare at my most intimate parts, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes become hooded.

“Go ahead, have a taste. Maybe that’ll be good enough for you.” I snap and his eyes finally meet mine, narrowing in annoyance.

“Y/N, it’s not like that and you know it. You wouldn’t be saying or doing any of this if you hadn’t been drinking all night.” JJ growls but his eyes continue to roam my naked body. I lower my face to his, smelling the weed on his skin and the beer on his breath.

“Maybe I’m sick of your shit. I’m tired of you treating me like I don’t exist. Like I’m not good enough for you. You’ve even had a threesome with Kie but you make a face when you’re supposed to kiss me for a game.” I shove his chest again and he grabs my hands tightly.

“You mean more than some random hook up.” JJ grits his teeth but I shake my head.

“No, not anymore. We’re getting this out of the way so things can go back to normal between us.” I yank on the strings of his swim trunks then slip my hand in to find him hard as a rock.

“Y/N, stop.” JJ grabs at my hands but his eyes threaten to roll back as I start to pump him in my hand. I push him back into the chair and free him from his shorts.

“You’ve acted different towards me since this summer. Is it because more guys notice me? Are you jealous? Is it because I’ve finally filled out and have a woman’s body? Is it because I’m more desirable?” I pump him harder, faster, making him pant loudly, his hands digging into the arms of the chair. I spit on the head of his cock and massage it down his shaft and he groans louder.

“Y/N, please. Not like this.”

“Not like what? You’re the one repulsed by me. You didn’t even want to kiss me!” JJ’s eyes threaten to roll back and I slow my movements.

“I didn’t want that to be our first kiss. You deserve more. You deserve better! I’m not good enough for you.” JJ pants, yanking on my hand.

“I don’t want better. I. Want. You.” I straddle his waist and line him up with my entrance. JJ opens his mouth to argue, hands gripping my waist to either stop me or guide me but I don’t care. I sink down and I cry out from the pinch, his size hard to take with no prep. JJ gasps, his hands sliding up my back as I sink balls deep.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” JJ’s voice is desperate, almost whiny. His face is scrunched up in pleasure, hair covering his eyes. He looks perfect. “Y/N—.” I lean forward and kiss him. His lips were soft and wet from his saliva. He hesitated before kissing me back, hands wound in my hair as I grind and roll my hips into him.

“Am I good enough for you now?” I whisper against his lips and he groans.

“Y/N—.”

“Just shut up and take it. Let me fuck you. You know it feels amazing.” I kiss him again, bouncing myself in his lap. “You’ll be desperate for me after this.”

#smutwarning #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #jj maybank fluff #obx2 #jj maybank x you #rudy pankow #wattpad #outer banks smut #outer banks x reader #outer banks fluff

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 1 year

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AAAALRIGHT

I am SO tired, my brain feels fried and I think i’m starting to have the beginnings of a headache but heck it this is the last ep until the special and my bros wanna watch it and i need a pick-me-up so LETS GO

I’ve been told i”m supposed to find a version with the theme song so lemme just YUP FOUND ONE

Okay okay Monkie Kid season 4 episode 10 The Jade Emperor TIIIMEEEEE

so given that people were insisting I find the theme song I assume there were some changes. My bro’s and I were talking about it and I think our guess was Azure had swapped with the Jade Emperor for evil villain bit of the theme, OH AND my youngest bro suggested ink stuff was replaced by azure and the bros so right at the end there its mk and the crew facing off against them instead of inky versions of themselves TIME TO SEE IF WE’RE RIGHT ABOUT EITHER OF THOSE THINGSGLKSDFJSDF

heck

I pressed play and ;-;

gosh

I missed this theme song so much

MY BELOVED MONKIE KID THEME

SEROTONIN AT ITS GREATEST

mk still got swk’s shadow right at the start so that’s not different

Okay mostly the same so far

I’m about to ry over the fact i haven’t heard the theme in so long LOOK MAN THE EPS ARE JUST NOT THE SAME IF YOU DON’T LISTEN TO THE THEME EVERY TWO EPS IT JUST DOENS’T HIT AS HARD

oh ;-;

Ao Lie

Beloved |;-;/

it he

ok so that bits different and I miss him every day so much i will cry right hecking now

KAY HANG ON I HAVEN’T WATCHED THE THEME SONG ENOUGH THIS SEASON I’VE ONLY SEEN IT TWICE AND MY BRAIN IS FUZZY RN I NEED A REVIEW OF WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE CAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE PIGSY AND SANDY ARE NOW IN THE BACKGROUND AS THEIR CHILLED OUT JTTW SELVES— YEAH OKAY I CHECKED AND YUP I LOVE THAT I WILL CRY

OOP

SKIPPED OUT ON THE AZURE LOOKING UP AT WUKONG

OKAY

YEAAAAHHHH THERE IT IS

AZURE REPLACING THE JADE EMPEROR AS THE SUPPOSED VILLIAN LIKE

NOW THAT YOU KNOW CONFIRMED HE’S THE VILLIAN OF THE SEASON HERE HE IS

TOOK UNTIL EP 10 FOR IT BUT Y’KNOW JLFJKSDF

WELL THAT’S FUN

everything about the same there

AHA

I KNEW IT

well technically i didn’t guess it this time my bros did but WHAT A CALL

WE WAS RIGHT

NICE THEME LOOKING SHARP EVERYBODY 10/10

also I think it’s illegal how Azure’s the new macaque in the sense you can just SEE the animation and the way he’s drawn makes him the favourite you can SEE it and its SO FUNNYGHSLK;FJSDF

OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO

HECK I’M EXCITED

stop

STOP NO

NOGNG;KLSNDFAWFBO;AIWNFEO;GOA;WEFOAMF

EXCUSE ME

WHAT IS THIS

WHATGBS;KFLMA;OWIGWEBFS;FMF

I’M

HEGFNFSD;MAWE WHEEZING

I’M CHOKINGBF;LKAM;OWAENGO;IAMF

DID MACAQUE MAKE THIS HISMELF?? THIS IS WHAT HE WANTED TO SHOW MK?? I’M ON THE FLOOR??

THE BADLY DRAWN ABS

THE ANIME EYES

THE EDGY HAIR

THE DORITO PHYSIC

IM GBB;ASDMFAOWIEFBF;KLMSDL;KASDF

THIS IS

THIS

HELPGMN;LASKFMASF

HE FR MADE HIS OWN GAME HUH

WHGHSDFKLJASDF

WHY

HOW

THE LOW QUALITY AUDIO

S IR ???

HIS EYEBROWS PLEASE;LKM;AOEWF

MK IS LITERALLY ME

WHAT AM I LOOKING AT RN

THE BLUSH???

HELP??

THE STARS AND SPARKLES;GMASFEW

I’M DYING;DSLKFMAWE F

MACAQUE’S FLAT EXPRESSION SITTING ON THE CHAIR

IT FR IS A LOW BUDGETHGS;LFJS HELPGJLSDFJSD

THE MONKEY ON MACAQUES HEAD I’MGNS;DLKFMWE

“on your joinery, you’ll see its the choices yOU make, that determine who you are” NICE ADVICE I’MGNSDLFKM

OH THIS IS EXCITING WE’RE FINALLY GONNA SEE A BIT OF MACAQUE TEACHING WHEN HE’S NOT TRYING TO STEAL POWERS, SO REAL ACTUAL TEACHING FROM HIM LETS GOOOO

heck

Mk ;-;

I CANTNGKSFMAOWEIF

“You know what— just play the game.” BRUHS REALLY “look kid, you’re a mess. just play the game.” ALSO I’M SORRY WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DRAW MACAQUE THAT FLOOFY THERE

TAHT IS EXTRA FLOOFY MACAQUE

HE SOUNDS SO SMUG WHEN HE SAYS HE PUT A LOT OF WORK INTO THIS

I’MBG;SDKLFMAF

HE DID MAKE IT

MACAQUE MADE THIS HIMSELF I’M DYING;LSDKFMWEF

HE DREW HIMSELF LIKE THAT I CANTNGSKMDFAIEMF

“oh no yeah i can DEFINITELY see that” I’MGNSD;FMKSDF

OH OKAY

WHIPLASH THEN

GOING FROM MK AND MACAQUES INCREDIBLE VIDEO GAME TO FIGHT IN THE CELESTIAL REALM OKAY

UH UH OKAY UH

EVERYONE’S DOWN BUT NEZHA AND RED SON MAYBE?

I JUST WANT SOME FIRE FIGHT SCENES PLS

I feel like i need to go back and re-address whatever the heck is Macaque’s video game because mY GODS

Okay nah we’re in mid battle

AZURE IS WAY TOO HYPE WITH THIS SCROLL ON HIS SIDE HE CAN JUST SNIPE EVERYBODY WITHOUT MOVING

ALSO ARE THEY ALL GONNA GET SUCKED IN AND RUN INTO MONKEY KING?? THAT’D BE FUNNY

I KNOW HIS PIECE IS BROKEN I’M JUST HGSLJFSDF

“STAND YOUR GROUND” AS EVEYRONE’S RUNNIGNGNL;SKMFDS

(side-note did macaque make that game just for mk?? I’MGNSD;FKML)

OH HELLO WAIT

ARE WE GONNA GET A NEZHA REACTION??

PLS I BEG OF YOU

REACT TO

HECK YOU DIDN’T REACT TO THE SWK THING

NOOOOOOOOO

RED SOOOOOOONNNN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NEZHAAAAAA

SCREEAAAMSSS

HECK OKAY

IT KEEPS ZOOMING IN ON MONKEY KINGS BROKEN PIECE, BUT NOBODY HAS REACTED TO IT WHY KEEP ZOOMING IN SO MUCH IF NOBODY’S GONNA HECKING REACT YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE

why’s azure so op man JHG;LSDKJFSDF

HECK BRO THERE GOES RED SON

OH WOW HE WAS SCREAMING NO WHEN HE WENT IN THERE THAT’S WILD

HECK RIGHT THREE DIFFERENT THINGS TO VISIT

HECK WE’RE A MINUTE AND THIRTY SECONDS IN AND WE’VE ALREADY VISTED ALL THREE GROUPS HECK DANG

OKAY

hang on i need to go back to re-watch that bit i was too busy staring at SANDYBGDS;LKFMAWOEF

SHIFU PLEASE

HE’S ABSOLUTELY COVERED IN STARS I’M CRYINGSDFLK;MAE

AW I’M SO PROUD OF PIGSY HE HAS THREE

TANG HAS TWO HE’S DOING SO GOOD

I’M GUESSING MEI HAS NONE I’M JUST

OH THESE BELOVEDS

oh can Mei like sense something is happening?? LIKE WAIT THAT WAS GOLD CAN SHE FEEL EVEYR TIME MK FLICKERS?????

OH THAT’D BE SO NEAT WAIT

;-; no stars for Mei

OH WOW MEI READY TO FIGHT HIM HUH

I GET THE FEELING

SORRY I’M NARRATING NOTHIGN ELSE MY HEAD IS SO EMPTY

BUT LITERALLY I GET THE FEELING EVERY TIME SANDY OPENS HIS MOUTH HE GETS ANOTHER STAR I’M CRYINGNSDF;LKAM;FOWEF

MEI NOOOOOOO

I’M ALL FOR HELPIGN BUT NOOOOO

SHIFU ACTUALLY SEEMS TO KNOW A THING OR TWO COME BAAAACK

hm maybe she’ll figure out what he was trying to teach after they get the crap beaten out of them… I DUNNO GUESS WE’LL SEE

IT’D BE NEAT IF SHE HAS A MOMENT OF LIKE “now seemed like the right time for action” AND SAVED THE DAY MOMENT IN THE SPECIAL OR SOMETHIGN

HECK WELL ANYWAY MOVING ON

I’m telling you the star on Tang’s head? he got a headpat and that’s how it got thereHGLKSAJDF

oh OH IS MEI GONNA DO MACHINE MOMENT? :D

WHOAH WAIT WABG;LSDKFMAWE

WHAT

W HAT WAITGJLKDSF

HIS STARSGSL;DKFMWE

OUT OF GNSFMLSKF

HJELP

I THOUGHT IW AS GONNA BE MEI WAITBGSDFM;AFOMWEF

CHOKINGL;SKDFMSDF

FR JUST MADE SOMETHING OUT HIS STARSGSJLDF

YEAAAHHH SANDY STYLING SUNGLASSES

oh yeah that’ll be slow

OH???

OH TANG???

OH THEY’VE GOT THIS

THEY FR GOT SOME SKILL

OH YEAH NO BUT THEY’RE DEAD

HELPGMLSDFD

THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE SHIFU

LOVE YOU

ALSO I LOVE THEM ALL GETTING THEIR OUTFITS BACK ON AND MEI’S SIGH OF RELEIF AND COMFORT I’M ALL GOOD TOTALLY FINE

CALLING NEZHA DEMON CHILD YEAH OOF

HECK ARE THOSE FEATHERS??

HECK U AZURE

YOU AND YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS “pLeAsE lIstEn I’m RiGhT” SHUT UR BLUE GUM BALL MOUTH

oh wow

heck bro Nezha sure is Nezha

its worth four more of that SURE IS A LINE

HE SURE AINT’ STOPPING

OH NO

HELPGMSDLFMSD

NEZHA’S JUST W HA T

MEI’S NARRATION

HELPGNMXLFKEM

STEPPED HIM IN TEH FACEGN;LSDKFMD

I’M WHEEZINGNS;DLFKMAWOEF

YEAH

GET HIIM ABCK

GET HIM BACK

YOU’RE NOT GONNA IN I JUST WANT AZURE’S HANDS OFF OF MONKEY KING

WHAT AN ENTERENCE THO HECK HOLD UP

PIGSY AND SANDY ACTUALLY BLOCKED THOSE GUYS HECK

THE ANNOUNCER VOICE

THE BLIMP

I’MGNSD;FKMSDF

PLEASE

MEI STANDING ON TOP OF IT LIKE THAT

HECK OKAY YES BACK TO

TANG HELPING NEZHA

SORRY MY BRIAN I SO SLOW AND IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S SO MUCH I’M MISSING COMMENTING ON GHDFLKJSDF

I’M SURE THEY’LL BE FINE

HELP THEM TAANG

NOOOOOOOOO

oh he stepped over it okay

i just don’t want him to touch it

HECK NEZHA

HECK BRUH

HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO BLOCK THE SCROLL BITS THO THAT’S IMPRESSIVE CONSIDERING LITERALLY NO ONE HAS MANAGED TO DO THAT YET

MEI STEPPING ON AZURE’S FACE IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY MONTH THANK YOU

NOGHFKJLSDF

HELP

BACK TO MACAQUE’S GAMENGLSKDMFAOGNW;AFM

I’M CHOKING WHAT THE CRAPGBDFLK;MAOEBNOFAWEM

WHAT

HELPGMLKDFMAWE

WHAT KINDA

HELPGNSDLKFMAOWEF

I’M

HELPGNSLD;KFM;AOWEF

THE I HAVE A FAMILY MOMENT FR HGSDLKFJ;AOWIEFMSAF

THE EVIL MONKEY BACKGROUND?? YOU BECAME EVIL MOMENT?? HELP?? IS THIS SUPPSOED TO HELP THE LAD I’MGNSD;LFKMAOWEF

M A C A Q U E UGSDFSALDKFJ

I THINK I SEE WHAT HE’S DOING HERE LIKE, WATCH WHO YOU THINK IS THE VILLIAN BUT ALSO WHAT IS HAPPENIGN RN

whoever drew that evil mk there tho went OFF i’d like to shake their hand

MK FR LIKE

B R O

YOU SAID THIS WOULD HELP ME FEEL NOT LIKE A MONSTER AND IT IS LITERALLY TELLING ME I AM ONE OVER AND OVERBGKDSMFAWOE

PLEASE

MACAQUE MAN WHATCHU DOINGNGL;KDMFDS

HELPGN;SDKFMA;WOIEFBAWEM

HEYYYY UR FINALLY GETTING IT

I SEE WHAT HE’S DOING

BUT ALSO

ITS SO FREAKING FUNNY

AYYY ITS BEEN HOURS OF FEELING LIKE YOU’RE FAILING BUT THAT’S THE POINT, YOU’RE ALWAYS GONNA FAIL SO WHY CARE RIGHT? JUST DO YOUR BEST? IS THAT THE LESSON? I’M JUSTBGSD;KLFMAWEO

PLS

PLEEEAASSE

CONGRATS MACAQUE YOU WENT THROUGH MORE EFFORT THAN USUAL TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT

THE APPLAUSE ON THE WAY OUT

I’M WHEEZINGSLDKFMD

Snarky mk is actually everything to me GO OFF MAN GET SOME OF THAT OUT YOU DESERVE THAT AFTER EVERYHTING MY GOODNESS

WHATS WITH THAT EYE ROLL MACAQUGBSDLKFMWEF

YOU CAN’T ROLL YOUR EYES AT HIM YOU’VE GASLIT, MANIPULATED, BETRAYED AND HARMED HIM OVER AND OVER YOU CAN’T BE ROLLING YOUR EYES WHEN HE DOESN’T IMMEDEATELY GET THAT YOU’RE ACTUALLY TRYING OT HELP THIS TIME WATCH YOSELF OLD MAN

HELPGHLSD;FJS;DAF

ALRIGHT MISERY KID

THE BANANA

MACAQUE PLEASEKLMGAEFW

they’re totally on flower fruit mountain chilling rn Macaque did you just move in to Monkey Kings place i’mGN;LAWKMEF

“you’re SUPPOSED to realize”

kind of a weird convoluted way to make a point don’t you think? I’MGNL;DSKMFAOWF

YEAH YOU GOT A POINT

this is so funny

The way they’re writing macaque rn feels like older brother vibes, y’know what i mean? I’m not saying i assign him older brother moment it’s just the way its kay well you didn’t learn it yourself here’s the answer do better sheesh why so grumpy like, mildly annoyed at him because he’s rolling his eyes at a very traumatized lad who he helped truamatize but its neat a very interesting approach they’r going for here

and if i had enough brain rn, i’d be like trying to analyze more of how Macaque teaches but he seems a bit impatient, but at the same time its nice that he’s giving the answer? but also the answer often sticks better when the student figures it out on their own, still, BRUH REALLY MADE MK FEEL LIEK A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR A COUPLE HOURS HUH IG THAT’S ONE WAY TO DO IT MACAQUE PLEASELGMASOFEW

HELLO?????

THE ART ON THE ROCK???

HELP???

I’M???

WHEBG;KMF;AOWEFO;IAGMEWF

WELL THAT’S CUTE THAT ALSO TELLS ME MONKEY KINGS AN INCREDIBLE ARTIST AND HE DID INDEED MAKE HIS OWN GAME HE DREW ALL THAT Y’ALL IF MACAQUE DREW HIS AND THAT’S HIS ARTSTYLE THAN I STRAIGHT UP THINK MONKEY KING ACTUALLY MADE ALL HIS THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY ACTUALLY I LOVE TAHT HE’S GOT A CREATIVE OUTLET IF THAT’S THE CASE BLESS

you don’t wanna fight azure because people might get hurt, you don’t wanna not fight azure because people might get hurt, so DO SOMETHING ELSE

ALSO ITS SUCH A SILLY FRIEND MOMENT TO DRAW YOURSELVES ON A ROCK HANGING OUT I’MGNSFL;KMSDF

actually mans got a fair point

think outside the box other people drew around you moment

good advice!

not sure what else he can do other than fight but i’m looking forward to finding out!!

HECK I’M ONLY JUST OVER HALFWAY DONE I FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS PLEASEL;KGMAOFE

THIS SHOW AGES ME YOU GUYSGBDF;LKMSDF

I LOVE IT BUT HECK DUDE

okay so the flickering at the start with Mei was the celestial realm battle and not Mk, gotcha gotcha

the way they draw Mk this season is just ;-; heck bro

yeah tho Mk’s so afraid of doing something wrong and being assigned a thing its only you can decide what you are. WELL, Macaque, as you can see that worked out great for Monkey king- jHGL;SKDJFASDF ACTUALLY NAH UYEAH I’M THINKING ABOUT THAT, CAUSE HE’S TRYING SO HARD TO DECIDE WHO HE IS AND NOTHIGN HE DOES EVER GOES RIGHT BY THE LOOKS OF IT I’M JUST HECK BRUH might not be as good advice as i’m assuming here actually especially if Mk gets treated anything like monkey king, SORRY BRAIN FUZZY I DN’T KNOW HALF OF WHAT I’M SAYING RN MOVINH ON

OKAY BACK TO THE BATTLE

WHO’S ALL GETTING SNIPED

heck the “he cannot” MAN

THEYR’E ALL TRYING

mei looks pretty fine actually

NEZHA FR JUST DOING HIS BESTNGKMF

OH CRY

I WILL CRY

I SOB MOMEMNT

OH OH OH OKAY PAUSE TIME OUT TAP OUT WIAT WAIT

PAUSE

I NEED TO WAIT WAI T WAITBSEMKAW

STIM FOR A SEC

SHAKING

POKAY

OKAY

THAT WHOLE DIOLOGUE EXCHANGE WITH NEZHA DEFENDING THE EMPEROR IS SO GOOD

HECK

HECK HECK

OKAY

THINKING

OKAY STAY CALM

MK TIME

HE’S SO FAST

I’M GONNA SCREAM

IS THAT MK????? ?

BECAUSE DANG

DANG

DANG BRUH

YEAAHHHNSDFK

OH I’M SCREAMING

OHHHH AZURE GOT SONIC ROAR MOMENT

SCREAMIGN FR THE CLOUD

HE SNATCHE CLOUD OH MY GODS

OH HE’S STILL FLICKERING

JUST GO FULL MONKEY MK

“even you” WHY DOES HE

heck this is like mac all over again but slightly to the left SIR WDYM EVEN YOU HE’S JUST SOME KID HOW’D YOU GET ATTTATCHED TO HIM SO FAST-

oh actually nah i get it it’s mk he’s very wonderful and you can’t help but like him immediately i get it please continue

NOT HERE TO FIGHT YOU AFTER YOU PUNCHED HIM LIKE THREE TIMESMGLSDKFAWEF

COME ON AZURE I’MGNL;DFKMA

WHEEZING

HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO DEVESTAED THIS LION GUY

WON’T STOP HIM THO

HE’S IN THE RIGHT AFTER ALL

kay

relaaax i can be relaxed and calm

HECK BRO

WHO DREW THAT AZURE YOU KNOW THE ONE

MESSY HAIR LIKE THAT SCRUFFY LOOKING WHO’S RESPONCIBLE FOR THISNGSL;KMFAWOEF

OKAY YEAH NICE THROW LIFE AWAY MOMENT

HECK MR.TANG MK HOW DOES HE KONW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT NEZHA ARE YOU ALL BEING TRANSPORTED AWAY WHATS THE PLAN HERE YOU CAN’T JUST DIP CAN YOU??

BIG BOOM SWORD

HECK CRACKED OPEN

AZURE LITERALLY BLASTED HIS BROS BACK

WELL THEY’RE ON THEIR FEET NOW

O H

OH THEY MADE IT???

IS THE JADE EMPEROR ACTUALLY GONNA GET SNIPED??

they can’t do that can they??

WELP

I’m sorry

Azure right there “I do not care by which means you meet your demise old man” HE SOUNDS LIKE AN EDGY RUNAWAY TEEN?? I’M SORRY HE SOUNDS LIKE THE EDGY TEENAGER WHO STORMED OUT ON THE PARENT AFTER A FIGHT STRAIGHT UP GHBDSFAKMFEW

HOOOLY CRAP

WHAT IS THAT

WHAT’S WITH THE

LOOK HOW TERRIFED PENG AND YELLOWTUSK ARE

HECK ???

ppppppfffooo

w o w

THE JADE EMPEROR

DANG

THAT WAS

D A NG

WOW THAT EXCHANGE WAS SOMETHING

THE MAN

BRU H

THE WAY EVERYHTIG SHOOK WHEN HE TOOK HIS SWORD OUT

WOW THAT WAS WILDIN

HECK BRO

HECK

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEYR’E GONNA DO WITH ALL THIS

AWWW MAC HANGING OUT WITH THE MONKEEEYYYY

that’s cute good for you man, you moved in to Flower Fruit mountain fr HGLSDK;FJ

OKAY NEZHA’S PROBABLY GONNA BE MAD

GROUP HUG

I’M WILL CRY

INSTANTLY

NO HESITATION

HE IS SCOOPED

HE LOOKS SO STARTLED

PLS PIGSY IS SO SQUISHED

SHUT UP

SHUTUPSUTGNFKWEM

I’M

S O N

HE SAID THE THING I’M GOING TO CRY

HE CALLED HIM SON

MK JUST

CRYING TO SEE HIS SON

SMILIGN

HECK

I’M NEVER OKAY

I’M NOT OKAY

THE FIRST THING PIGSY DOES WHEN HE SEES HIM AGAIN AND HAS A MOMENT IS CALL HIM SON THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS CALL HIM SON YOU GUYS I AM MENTALLY UNWELL

HE FR DIDNT’ GET A CHANCE TO SAY IT WHEN HE JUST DIPPED AND JUST HECK HE’S PROBABLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT

Y’ALL ITS DADSY FOR THE WIN AND NOBODY ELSE

OH YUP NEZHA MAD

ITS OKAY MAN MK DOES HAVE A POINT

YOU WOUDL HAVE JUST DIED AND WE ALL WOULD HAVE BEEN SAD

OKAY

BE CALM BE COOL BE CHILL

MONKEY KING MOMENT

PLEASE OKAY SO EPS ALMOST OVER THEY ENED TO GET INTO THE SCROLL AND GET MONKEY KING

HECK

HECK THEY MIGHT AHVE TO HYP[E HIM UP I’LL BE HE’S FEELING AWFUL

ECK HOW ARE THEY GONNA GET HIM OUT

HECK HECK EHCK

MONKEY KIIIIINGGG

CRIES SOBS

WOW HE’S NOT DEFEATED WITH ONE BLOW IS HE???

BRUH???

OH COME ON

OH WOW

EVERYBODY FELT THAT ONE

OH WOW

AZURE GETS?? POWERS???

DANG??????

CRACK IN THE PLACE

WHAT THE CRAP I SALL THIS

WOW

BRUH FR WENT FOR THAT MUCH CLEAVAGE HUH

THEY FR JUST KILLED THE JADE EMPEROR???

DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

U H

WELL

MONKEY KING GO GET HIM

I AM

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME MONKEY KING THOUGHTS

LIKE PLEASE HAVE THEM NEEDING TO TALK HIM INTO DOING IT BCAUSE HE’S SO CRUSHED RN PLEASE I NEED TO HEAR FROM MONKEY KING HOW HE’S DOING SO HE STOPS BEING MADE INTO A MASTER WU TYPE CHARACTER WHO’S JUST THE MENTOR WHO KEEPS MKAING THIGNS WORSE I JUST NEED YOU TO SHOW AND NOT TELL US ON SOCIAL MEDIA WHAT HE IS SO THAT I CAN ACTUALLY SEE IT BECAUSE IT IS DOING A NUMBER ON ME AS A MONKEY KING ENJOYER TO HAVE HIM BASHED SO MUCH P L E A SE

also WHO’S GONNA BE THE NEXT JADE EMPEROR AFTER THEY DEFEAT AZURE?? MK??? MONKEY KING??? NEZHA??? LIKE?? WHATS THEIR PLAN HERE????

THEY FR JUST SNIPED EVERYHTING HUH

WELL DONE WITH THE WHOLE GOTTA PICK OPTOINS OUTSIDE THE BOX BECAUSE LITERALLY I AHVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE GONNA DO NEXT HECK

YOU BETTER GIVE ME A HYPE UP MONKEY KING MOMENT PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED HIM SHOWN AS AN ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED MAN COME O N

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BRAIN AFTER THIS????????

HOW DID AZURE BEAT HIM IN ONE HIT???

WHAT IS HAPPENING??????

Heck bro okay

WELP

I’M CAUGHT UP NOW

IG YOU’LL BE SEEING MORE OF ME POSSIBLY NOW THAT I AM

MAYBE NOT I’M SO DRAINED FROM FAMILY STUFF THAT’S BEEN HAPPENING BUT MY G O D S

WHAT WAS THAT ??? ???? ?? ? ?? ? ? ?? ?

WHAT WAS THATBGSDLFKMAOWEF

ARE THEY LIKE?? ALLOWED TO KILL THE JADE EMPEROR OFF LIKE THAT??? IMPORTANT RELIGIOUS FIGURE JUST SNIPED??? MONKIE KID????? IS THAT ALLOWED??????

ARE THEY GONNA BRING HIM BACK???

U H?????

OKAY WELL

I DUNNO WHAT THAT WAS

I ENJOYED IT?? I THINK?? MY MIND IS ALL OVER THE PLACE RN ITS HARD TO TELL

I WANNA SEE MORE MONKEY MK

MK ON THE CLOUD I DIDN’T APPRECIATE THAT ENOUGH EHCK

WE DIDN’T GET ANYONE TO REALLY REACT TO MONKEY KING BEING HECK

H E C K

|;A;/

I DUNNO WHATS HAPPENIGN ANYMROE AND I’NM NTO SURE WHAT TO FEEL

U H

EVERYTHING IS FINE

HOW ARE THEY GONNA FIX ALL THIS IN THE SPECIAL???

HEY I HAVE FAITH IN THE CREW, THEY CAN CRAM A SUTPID AMOUNT OF STUFF IN AN EP SO I HAVE NO DOUBT THEY’RE GONNA NAIL THIS I’M JUST

HOW ARE THEY GONNA MANAGE THIS??

AND WILL THEY EVEN MANAGE IT?? CAUSE I DUNNO WHERE THEIR FOCUS IS HECK EHCK BSD;FKMWE

THOUGHTS SCATTERED, HEAD EMPTY I’M GONNA NEED TWO DAYS TO RECOVER WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT KNOX OUT

#knox reacts #monkie kid #ITS BEEN MONTHS SO NO MORE TAGGING AS SPOILERS AND I WILL PROBABLY BE POSTING STUFF A BIT LATER U H #HECK GUESS I'M CAUGHT UP AND I'M NOT SURE HOW I FEELGBDFKMSD;F #MY BRAIN IS SO SCATTERED RN WHAT THE HECK #OKAY UH #YUP

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tackytigerfic · 2 years

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@academicdisasterfic tagged me in a sentence sharing game - please do see his delicious piece here. I am behind in all my tags due to Suds modding and Me As a Person and Life:tm: but I do intend to do them soon. In the meantime since I am literally writing right now, here's a snip from the most recent scene I've written which is a sex scene (3.5k words so far and they've barely kissed, sounds about right). The war with Voldemort has dragged on for seven years. Draco joined the Order in 6th Year but a couple of years later, ran away to France unexpectedly, which really hurt Harry's feelings. Draco's now back and they're tentatively becoming friends again. In this scene Draco and Harry have gone back to a deserted Grimmauld Place, which used to be the HQ of the Order.

“Did you ever think about me?” Harry asked instead. Did you miss me, did you feel as wretched as I did, was whatever you left for worth it?

Draco went very still under his hands, then a ripple of movement shivered through him, as though he had been caught in a breeze, or someone had walked over his grave. He pulled further back from Harry, turning towards him so he was looking searchingly into Harry’s face.

“Shut up,” he said finally, firmly. “Just, shut up, you self-pitying idiot. You know the answer to that. You can’t possibly have believed all this time that I just trotted merrily off to France with nary a backward glance. I know you know better than that.”

“It was easier to believe that, than to think that you didn’t want to leave, but went anyway,” Harry said. He could smell Draco’s hair, just like he could the night in their shared room when they had kissed and kissed and then fought again. Harry was so tired of fighting with him. They had never been like that, before.

“Do you remember how we used to sit out on that bit of flat roof outside the attic and make our plans?” Draco asked, looking up. “All the proper adults downstairs worrying about things like supply chains and potions stores and ward-setting, and there we were, drunk on that very good red wine that we found in the cellar, coming up with new spellwork—all that Latin study!—thinking we could do anything. I think that might have been the last time I felt truly happy.”

“Now it’s my turn to tell you to shut up,” Harry said. “You know I remember. I remember everything. So you don’t need to start reminiscing fondly with me. And it doesn’t matter how happy we were back then, because it’s all ruined now. Thinking back on it makes me feel—" he had to pause for a moment to swallow, throat parched "—makes me feel sick.”

“I see,” Draco said icily. “Well, I suppose it’s better to know how you feel than to keep hoping.”

“Hoping for what?” Harry shouted, and his voice was so loud that it raised a tiny pattern of dust in the slanting evening light. “What the fuck could you have been hoping for all the way over in France?”

"Now I know you’re just playing stupid,” Draco snarled—Harry could see the point of his slightly crooked incisor behind his curled lip—and he grabbed a fistful of the neck of Harry’s t-shirt and pulled him in.

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that-struggling-writer-lh · 4 months

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I keep throwing out my WIPs and overthinking so I’m just posting this no editing! Enjoy Neighborhood Heart-throb!

WARNINGS : smut minors DNI. 18+ content only, soft smut, soft Joel. slight age gap. Early-mid thirties Joel, mid-late twenties reader. But not specified. No/Pre-Outbreak.

3.2k words!

It started with stolen glances from across the expanse of our backyards. I’d catch him watching while I gardened - he’d weed whack the same spot just a little too long. Then at barbecues, we’d steal glances. But instead of looking away, we’d hold each other’s gaze for just a moment too long. Sometimes his lips would part like he wanted to say something, but he never did.

Joel was the neighborhood grump. Although he was always busy with his construction business, and helping his elderly neighbors to the left of him, his eyebrows were always furrowed, and his replies to comments, questions, and Good morning, Joel!’s were always short, to the point. He rarely let anyone in. His only visitors his brother, his ex for the exchange of their young daughter, and the occasional set of friends for Sunday football.

But something about him drew me in enough that I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him either, while he lounged outside with a newspaper in hand, while he did lawn work with no shirt on, while he shouted at Sarah and her friends for being too wild, too loud, mind the neighbors. Joel was well-intending, but definitely not the open book type. In the year since I’d bought the house neighboring his, I’d only actually spoken to him a handful of times. I think he preferred it that way.

The invitation came without a stamp, likely delivered on foot to my box directly, for a street party at Ray and Liz’s at the end of the cul-de-sac. The day I was told that the little empty turn-around became filled with tables of food, lights, fireworks, dishes from nearly every house on the street. Music would play well into the early hours of the morning, and on Sunday everyone would be so tired from the festivities the night prior that not even the sound of a lawnmower could be heard. It was my first invitation, and I was excited.

I spotted Joel grabbing his newspaper the same time I cradled the yellow envelope in my hand. “Hey, Joel!” I called to him from across the shrubs that divided our lawns, my smile bright, despite it being only seven in the morning.

“Mornin’.” he acknowledged with a polite nod as he bent to grab the rolled local paper.

“I got the invitation to Ray and Lizzie’s party. Will you be going?”

He sucked in a breath, running a hand through his hair as he opened his own mail box and pulled an identical envelope from the black box, “Was thinking of it, why?”

Joel was only in his early thirties with a pre-teen daughter. It did complicate his schedule a bit sometimes, he’d confided in me once from over the hedge line . But other than the grouchy shouting at her and her friends for running around the neighborhood and the silence while Sarah droned about all things pink, glittery, and middle-school drama - his smirk and nodding of encouragement was all she needed. He’d never miss a game, choir concert or school play. Wouldn’t dream of it.

“Well.” I started my reply, “Sure would be nice to see a more familiar face.” I stared at my bare feet on the worn wooden porch. Maybe I could hire Joel to paint it for me. I’d been meaning to ask him.

“You’re going?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t miss it. I moved in a little too late last year to get the notice. Didn’t want to intrude on the fun.”

He nodded slowly, “Okay.”

“Okay?” I asked, watching him yank the rubber band off of the newspaper and I listened to the rustle of pages as he looked at the headlines.

“Okay like… Okay I’ll be there.”

Saturday evening came around and I’d spent the entirety of the morning baking and decorating cupcakes, sporting a dainty knee length blue dress with off-shoulder sleeves and simple flats. Spending extra time curling my hair and after I deemed my makeup good enough, I made my way down the street, trays of cupcakes in hand. “Can I help you with that?” I clocked Joel’s voice behind me, and I turned to see him in a similar color button up, with khaki pants and a belt.

“We’re matchers.” I acknowledged without answering his question, beaming up at him.

He looked me up and down, before eyeing his own attire, “I guess we are.”

“No Sarah?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“No. Her mother is dragging her to a cousin’s wedding this weekend.”

I offered a tray to him and he accepted it without his eyes so much as leaving mine, “Shame. I know she’d love these. I’ll have to bake a batch just for you guys soon.”

He smirked, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth, “She’d love that. She likes you, you know.”

“Sarah?” I asked, slowing my pace as we made it closer to the end of the street.

“Yeah. Says you’re real nice. That you have pretty dresses or whatever. Always smiling in your little garden.”

I smirked at the pavement, “Sarah, or you? You’ve not been very secretive in your sneaky glances over the shrubs lately, Mr. Miller.” I half-heartedly joked, but still felt a blush creep up all the same.

He halted his movements for a minute and I did the same, looking up into his soft brown eyes, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I see you, watching me in my garden is all.” I resumed my leisurely pace, flipping my hair behind my shoulder and walking a little faster so he had to increase his pace to keep up.

“You think you’re the only one noticing things?” I could hear the smirk in his voice, but didn’t look back at him as the music switched on and faces already at the party were growing clearer.

“Can’t hear you.” I giggled and approached the dessert table, putting my tray of cupcakes down before greeting the rest of my neighbors.

It was a few hours before I locked eyes with Joel again, a few glasses of wine in while gossipping with the middle aged women in the neighborhood. Joel wasn’t far away - beer in his hand, eyes trained on my face. I watched as he took a long drink from the bottle, his eyes never leaving mine, watched the veins in his neck pop as he tilted his head back to finish the rest, watched as he swallowed carefully, and shifted his weight to his other foot, hand in pocket.

I shamelessly eyed him back and lost all focus on the conversation at hand.

“What is that girl starin’ at?” Liz asked the others around us.

“The Miller boy.” Rita, another neighbor giggled her response, “Looks like some kinda starin’ contest.”

“They both just need to give it up already and quit this little cat and mouse game.” I could hardly hear Liz respond to Rita’s girlish giggles.

I downed the rest of my third glass of wine before excusing myself and moving to the snack table, grabbing a few crackers and pieces of cheese, an excuse to move closer to Joel. An excuse to look elsewhere.

He looked… pretty in the soft orange glow of the fairy lights that donned each canopy, the only covering in the clearing at the end of our shared street. As if on queue he was next to me in just a few moments, grabbing a few pieces from different trays. “Hello.” he said by way of greeting.

“Hello.” I said in the same tone as him, but it was an effort to keep my expression neutral.

“You should think about taking a picture.” he shrugged. I could tell his drinking had made him loosen up, he donned a goofy grin.

“Says you.” I smirked at him while chewing a grape.

He stood back, popping a strawberry into his mouth and made a fake camera with his hands, clicking with his tongue. “Picture perfect. Gonna be a real pretty one, got a feeling.”

I laughed at his silly display, “How much have you had to drink tonight, Joel?”

“Still standing straight, aren’t I?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “I suppose.”

“Drink enough wine?” He mimicked my stance, but shifted his weight again, his hip leaning against a table.

“Not nearly enough to stand your ugly mug, Miller.” I teased, elbowing his side before going into the tray for a little cube of watermelon.

“Ouch.” he feigned hurt, hand over his heart.

“You do look nice, all cleaned up like this. ALmost forget you’re human sometimes, always covered in dirt and dust.”

“It’s called hard work, sweetheart. Should try it sometime.”

“Put me on a site.” I egged him on, an eyebrow poised upward, challenging him.

“Nah.” he shook his head, voice dropping quietly, as if there were prying ears listening in. “The guys wouldn’t get any work done with a knockout like you on site. What would you wear? One of those frilly pink dresses?”

“You like my frilly pink dresses.” I dropped my tone to match his, and I noted the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed with a harsh swallow.

“Love ‘em.”

My eyes widened at his admission, “You do?”

He nodded, daring a step closer, seemingly not caring about the dozens of people left idling around under the fairy lights. As far as I was concerned, it was just him and me, “Drives me crazy.” he loosed a breath.

“You’re drunk.” I stated, trying to wave off his boldness.

“No.” he shook his head slowly.

“No?” I looked up at him with doe eyes.

“No.” he confirmed with another shake of his head.

I chewed my lower lip, ditching my wine glass on the edge of the dessert table, “Are you gonna ask if you can walk me home tonight?” I asked him finally, letting myself exhale to relax my galloping heart.

“Can I walk you home tonight?” he smirked, reaching a hand out for me.

“Why, yes, yes you can.” I slipped my fingers tentatively into the slots between his.

Joel shook his head slowly, “You’re something else, you know that?”

He kept his hand in mine as we tried to discreetly maneuver through the remaining partygoers, successfully making our way into the dark street, cutting through lawn after lawn until we were in front of my door.

We stood directly in front of each other, studying each other’s body language, eyes, his hand not having left mine. He was all rough edges, calloused hands from years of manual labor. In comparison, my hand was dwarfed by his.

“Meant it.” he nodded after a few moments of silence.

“What?”

“When I said you’re a real knockout. You are. That dress tonight. I-. You nearly blew me off my feet. Gorgeous. Not just today, though.”

I felt a deep blush creep from my neck to my cheeks, staining my skin. “You too. Not gorgeous, but. Manly gorgeous. Handsome.” I stuttered over my words, fully not expecting Joel Miller to be blatantly flirting with me at a party, to walk me home, to call me gorgeous.

He didn’t say anything for several moments, but started to lean down, his hand letting mine go and slipping to the small of my back.

I met him halfway, standing on my tippy toes to meet him.

His lips were soft, unhurried. His other hand reached up to cup my cheek, I leaned into the warmth of his hand and took a shallow breath in when we parted.

His eyes were the softest I’d ever seen them, only opened enough to take me in once more. He leaned in again hesitantly, as if asking permission, and I nodded, giving into his silent ask, reaching my arms around the back of his neck, running a hand through those soft curls of his. He deepened the kiss, the hand on my back grabbing hold of the fabric of my dress, and a low, simmering heat began to spread through my stomach.

“You… want to come in?” I asked quietly when we parted again. My heart was still hammering in my chest. I didn’t want him to walk across the greenery and disappear for the night. I wanted his hair in my hands, his lips on mine, my cheek, my neck. Me.

I wanted his hands, all soft, and rough, and warm on me.

I wanted him on me.

Joel just nodded fervently, “Please.”

I led him through the dark entryway, through the living room, down the little hallway to my bedroom.

We wasted no time getting acquainted with each other, both of our breaths began getting heavier as our tongues found each other, as he backed me up and my fingers undid each button of his shirt and the fabric slipped from his shoulders and onto the floor, until he backed me up and the skirts of my dress were hiked up over my hips, until I was backed up with nowhere to go but down. My calves bumping the soft edge of my mattress. He lifted the frilly blue fabric, the tulle and silk and cotton bunching in his hands until they hit the floor. Delight is the only word to describe what danced across his face at me not wearing a bra, with a tiny, lacy piece separating my sex from the open air of the room.

His belt was next. Falling to the floor with a soft metallic thunk.

His hands traced up my ribs, but his eyes remained fixed on mine, “We don’t have to do this.” he whispered, his lips finding a home just underneath my ear.

“I want to.” I responded, hooking my index fingers into the belt loops of his pants, “I’ve thought about doing this. In every way, in every form. I’ve thought about you, Joel.” I whimpered as his teeth softly sunk into my pulsepoint and pulled him flush against me.

He guided me down into the softness of my mattress, climbing over me as I spread for him. He ground down into the mattress as he kissed me slowly, letting his hands roam, his mouth descending from my lips, to my neck, collar, “I’ve wanted to hear you say that since you moved in next door.” he huffed, “I’ve played this over in my head a million times.”

He attached to my breast, sucking in the stiffened peaks of my nipples, toying with his teeth, groaning against my flesh as he gripped the soft flesh.

I tensed my jaw, letting myself get drunk on him. The sweet, woody smell of his cologne, the feeling of his curls in my hands, the feeling of his teeth. “Joel.” I moaned his name as his fingertips delicately trailed up and down my inner thighs, each pass reaching closer and closer to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex.

He groaned as he swapped to the other side of my chest, his touch feather light, teasing, taunting. Leaving me craving, wanting.

He didn’t remove my underwear as he trailed kisses down the center of my body. Past my ribs, past my navel, over my hip bones and thighs. Just slipped the delicate fabric aside, exposing me fully to him, his eyes sparkling with the only illumination seeping in from the street lamp outside. His jaw slackened as he examined me, spreading me delicately as if I may shatter under the rough expanse of his fingers. “Fuck.” he gritted, “You are soaking wet, aren’t you, Sweetheart?”

I nodded in response, cupping my breasts in my hands as I undulated my hips upward once in a silent plea, “Just for you.”

He ran his index finger up the length of my folds, collecting the slick that had gathered, just before he pressed his thumb against that bundle of nerves and pushed his thick digit into my wanting sex.

I arched into that touch, and he took his spare arm and rested it over my stomach as he inserted his middle finger, stretching me around him, working up from a slow, nervous rocking to a steady, full beat as he filled me to the base of his knuckles.

I moaned for him as his fingers curled upward, his eyes darkened with want as much as mine must have been. I couldn’t focus on anything except for how beautiful he looked below me. Could hardly make out his movements until the heat of his mouth replaced his thumb and he began sucking, slurping, and licking while he continued to pump fingers in and out at a punishing pace. The edge of my pleasure coming closer and closer.

I didn’t expect to fall apart so fast, but Joel proved to be an expert at his craft. In mere moments I was fighting against the grip of his arm over me, grinding into his mouth as my cunt squeezed his fingers, he detached, fucking me through my high patiently; “Such a good girl for me, keep going, pretty baby. Let go for me, that’s it. That’s it.” He encouraged, and paused his movements when my clenching subsided.

He pressed a hungry kiss to my mouth, shedding his pants, freeing his impressive member. I gaped in shock at the size of him and he lined himself up, “I just need to feel you.”

I pulled his face to mine, a kiss full of passion and want. I wrapped my legs around him as he lined himself up, rocking into me until his tip notched inside. “So fucking pretty. You’re so perfect like this.” He panted as he slowly rocked in and out until he was buried to the hilt.

“You fill me up so fucking good.” I moaned through gritted teeth, his movements stalled as we adjusted to the feel of each other.

“You’re so tight, Sweetheart.” He cooed, pressing a hand delicately to my throat, testing me with slight pressure.

I inclined my chin to give him more room to press, and he let out a quiet whimper as his movements picked up. Filling me again and again.

I didn’t have long until I was moaning his name again, eyes rolling back as my teeth sank into his shoulder. Sure to leave a mark for several days, he grunted as he picked up to a punishing pace. “So fucking tight.”

He murmured encouragement and sweet nothings into my ear, sending me over that edge of pleasure for a second time, our lips mashing together as he moaned into my mouth, “you’re fucking squeezing me I can’t last much longer.” he panted against my lips between his rutting and kisses.

“Cum for me. I want you, I want all of you.” I met his thrusts with each pound of his hips and he moaned my name once more before drilling in so deeply I saw the very stars that made up the skies above the house.

He pulsed with each shot of relief, filling me with him. All I saw, all I felt, all I tasted and needed was him. Him. Him.

We lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, he was happy to rest his head on my chest while I played with his curls. We were silent aside from the calming of our breathing, heartbeats, and thoughts.

Quiet until he chuckled, “Why did that take us so long to do?”

I shrugged, giggling into the silent room, “I don’t ever want to stop.”

#joel miller #neighbor Joel miller #joelmillersmut

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New Beginnings: A Wild Violet One Shot

Okay so I’m super behind in the game, but I wanted to complete at least a couple pieces for the Drabblecember challenge, and even though it’s the 29th of December, I decided to go ahead and share this piece with you all. It became more of a one shot than a Drabble, I hope that it okay! It is a very important piece to me because it signifies a very special moment in the relationship between my f/o Zach and s/i Violet. And this is the first fanfic piece I’ve posted in forever, so yeah! I can write again!

The prompt I am using for this piece is Day 1: Winter Weather.

Word Count: 1,662

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Mentions of loss of child, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, light angst, one mild curse word, kissing/makeout session, a few suggestive comments (but nothing explicit/nsfw). If any of this triggers you please do not read! I don’t want to hurt anyone!

Placing the story below a cut, there is a second part, so I may update this post/link it at another time! Enjoy!

Selfship Taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed 😊):

@snailchans-imaginarium @crunch-crunch-eat-a-bunch @changingcore @bitchywitchheart @stoatsapphic @3qu1us-main @kittycatkissez @benreillyswife @creativegenius22 @genderqueer-bithing @serenitytodd1234 @mailiow @celestetheseaunicorn

POV: This takes place during the Under Frozen Pond Episode, so here are some Zach screenshots from said episode 🥰!

The cold weather of the winter season enveloped me as I lay in the snow. I wore my husband’s scarf and trench coat, my own gray gloves, and a lilac hat that once belonged to my mother. I looked up to the bright blue sky, and breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I exhaled.

I’d run away from Zach after we’d had an argument about my recent health concerns. Zach was bound and determined to keep me confined to the plane until we returned to the city for me to see my doctor, but I was tired of being cooped up all day.

To be fair he’d gotten his way most days for nearly two weeks because I’d been too sick to even leave our bedroom, but today I’d felt well enough to join him while he surveyed the location for the Annual Villain’s Meeting.

As Zach was wrapping his former winter coat and scarf around me my hopes of breaking free from my confinement to enjoy the cold weather were crushed when I’d gotten sick to my stomach yet again. I narrowly avoided becoming sick all over his shiny winter boots, and Zach grimaced and gagged for a few minutes until my sick spell subsided. He composed himself after I’d come up for air from the trash can he’d ordered Tan to bring to me while Cro cleaned up the mess.

Zach pulled a box of mints out of his pocket and emptied a few in my palm, something he’d started doing nearly two weeks before when I’d first started getting sick, “We’re going to have to get you to the doctor, Vi, you should’ve been over the virus by now, I was over it after a day….this isn’t normal.”

“I know,” I whispered, itching to tell him my suspicions, but I just couldn’t face it, not yet, not after what had happened in July.

I opened my eyes, looking to the sky again, wondering if she was looking down on me with those green eyes so like her father’s, the red hair like her grandmother’s, and my face with the freckles Zach and I both had during childhood.

If she was here things would’ve been very different…but I knew it was best not to dwell on that, it would just depress me again. I tried to focus on the positive: she was now our guardian angel. And if what I suspected was happening, I knew we needed her protection now more than ever.

Zach’s shrill voice met my ears as he called out my name. I lifted my head up far enough to see him slipping and sliding his way toward me over the ice. I laughed and sat up, not wanting to miss the opportunity to see him fall flat on his ass. It reminded me so much of when we’d gone skating the first time a couple years before. I’d never skated in my life and Zach had very little experience himself so it was quite a comical sight.

While he wobbled his way toward me, his curses becoming louder by the second, I thought how much I’d like to go skating with him right then, but I knew with what was happening to me that it probably was not the safest option.

Zach finally reached me, and I flopped back down on the snow, exhausted from my uncontrollable laughter. Zach loomed over me, his legs spread so that my legs were between his, if I’d reached up and pulled him down it would have been a very compromising position.

Zach didn’t seem to notice because he was so absorbed in his own anger, he planted his hands on his hips and took the opportunity to yell at me, “what’s so funny?”

“You trying to walk on the ice, you’re as graceful as a hippopotamus,” I laughed, trying to catch my breath and wiping tears from my eyes.

“I am far more graceful than a hippo platter mouth or whatever,” he hissed, not amused by my comments. Zach turned away and walked in the direction of the plane motioning for me to follow him, “come on and get up, it’s freezing out here…”

I sat up with the full intention of following him, but a wave of nausea stopped me in my tracks. I slowly lowered my head back to the ground taking calming breaths, Zach had turned back to yell at me, “VIO…Vi?”

“I need a minute,” I whispered, covering my mouth with my hand.

Zach crunched his way back over to me through the snow and sat down beside me, his brows knitted in concern, “are you okay?”

I shook my head and he took my free hand in his, wrapping our gloved fingers tightly together, he laid down on his back beside me and we held hands, looking at each other silently until I was able to speak again.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, smiling weakly at him.

Zach lifted his head, and pulled his hand free of mine, “no you’re not, we have to get you to the doctor and find out what’s going on, Violet…I’ll call Donita and Gourmand and we’ll reschedule….”

“No, Zach…” I whined, I covered my face with my hands to hide the tears that threatened to escape, “I’m fine…I’m just sick is all, it’s because, well…Zach…I think we’re pre…”

I pulled my hands away and looked at his face, etched with confusion and curiosity, I couldn’t tell him here, not yet…I had to be sure…so I quickly changed the conversation, “do you remember when we first went ice skating a couple years ago?”

Zach’s face went slack for a minute, and his eyes widened, he lowered his head to the snow again, staring at the sky in confusion before he looked back at me, “uhhh, yeah?”

I quickly covered my near omission, “I think we’re perfectly happy like we were then…yes we’ve had sickness come our way, but we’re not going to let that stop us from being happy and doing what we need to do, right? We’ll just get up and try again after falling down, we can’t let this sickness stop us from enjoying our day…”

Zach’s face contorted with bewilderment again, “so…uhhh, you wanna go skating?”

I giggled, pulling his gloved hand into mine and kissing the top of his hand, “No, that’s not what I meant…even if I wanted to I can’t, but no, no, no…Zach, that’s not my point, my point is, we can’t let me being sick ruin our day, I’m just a little sick that’s all, after today I’ll get a doctors appointment, and we’ll take it from there…one step at a time.”

Zach, nodded his head slowly, still looking unsettled by our situation and conversation, “okay…then….”

I released his hand and grinned, waving my arms around me in the snow, “that’s settled!”

Zach snickered, “are you making a snow angel?”

I stopped moving my arms and glanced to either side of me, I hadn’t done it intentionally, but I indeed had a pair of snow angel wings started, “I guess so…wanna join me?”

“Join you?” Zach scoffed, moving to stand up, he rolled his eyes, “it’s childish, frivolous…”

I resumed waving my arms and moving my legs to complete the angel, “it’s fun…one of my favorite cold weather activities…”

Zach huffed and grabbed my hand, plopping into the snow beside me, he reluctantly started making his own snow angel, “this is humiliating…if Donita and Gourmand see us…”

“They’ll think it’s cute,” I giggled, and I sat up long enough to give him a peck on the cheek.

I peered out of the corner of my eyes and snickered as a blush crept across his pale features that were already tinted red from the cold, “oh no you don’t,” he hissed, moving from beside me to straddling me within seconds.

I could not stop giggling as Zach’s flustered face hovered inches from mine, his hands on either side of my head, “think you can just tease me and get away with it, do ya?”

“N-no!” I gasped between laughs, Zach smirked and closed the space between us, kissing me. My giggles subsided as he deepened the kiss, I reached my hands up and grasped either side of his face, pulling his face closer to me, earning a moan from him, “minx,” he mumbled against my lips. He then trailed his lips across mine and from my nose to my chin. He gave me one quick kiss on my nose and sighed. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispered, a grin spreading across his face, he shook his head and stood up, “come on, let’s get you back to the plane, laying in this cold weather can’t be good for you.”

I relented and sat up, I held my hands to him and he helped me to my feet, I bounced slightly as I stood up, earning a laugh from Zach, “always enthusiastic…”

Zach released my hands and offered his arm to me, I giggled and wrapped my arms around his bicep, “such a gentleman,” I teased.

He smirked, “I try.”

We started walking back to the plane, and I abruptly stopped. I untangled myself from Zach’s arm and walked back to our snow angels, Zach called out, “what’s wrong?”

I stood in front of the snow angels and whispered a quiet prayer, “please protect this one,” I placed my hands into the middle of my snow angel, fanned out to look somewhat like a butterfly, I felt a tear trickling from my eye, and I brushed it away.

I quickly rejoined Zach who’d raised an eyebrow at me, “was that for Alexandria?”

“Maybe,” I whispered, biting my lip, Zach continued giving me an awkward stare, but he wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my stomach, unknowingly answering his own question with the simple yet touching gesture.

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