#why yall so fucking rude?

[mikeyswayy]

WHY ARE PEOPLE BEING SO FUCKING RUDE ABOUT HIS BREAD,

ITS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL, YALL ARE SO RUDE 😭

I WANNA SEE YALL TRY AND MAKE THAT, MAKE SOMETHING BETTER

FUCK YALL, ITS BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

WHAT IF HE SEES YOUR GUYS FUCKING COMMENTS ABT IT⁉️

#mcr #my chemical romance #my chemical fucking romance #my chem #mcr5 #mikey way #mikey fucking way #michael james way #his bread is beautiful #and fuck you all #mcr mikey #mikey way mcr #mikey mcr #i would eat this shit outta that #why yall so fucking rude? #fuck you his bread is beautiful

[p4nishers]

the amount of ppl i've seen use she/her for not only muriel but BEELZEBUB too is concerning. also i cant even count how many ppl have called ineffable bureaucracy a straight couple. yall r annoying as fuck

#STFU UP ABT BEEL AND GABRIEL BEING A STRAIGHT COUPLE SHUT TTHE FUCK UO IM SO SICK AND TIRED OF YALLS BULLSHIT #also i know we dont have confirmed pronouns for them but if i see one more person use she/her for uriel imma kms #AND the amount of comments ive gotten abt using she/her for crowley is making me sick like why r all of u so rude and uneducated af #im tired of this shit fuck u mean 'why tf did u use she for crowley it's always been he? shut up' SHUT UO??? #if this continues im fr gonna jump someone istg #good omens #good omens s2 #good omens muriel #muriel #crowley #beelzebub #ineffable bureaucracy #beelzebub x gabriel

[dualitysdownfall]

i have a tendency to reblog posts about promoting one's own art and/or the importance of reblogging art, onto my art blog, as a sort of "wink wink nudge nudge i do have followers on this blog don't i" kind of thing

but whenever i do that, it feels as if people pay more attention to that than to my art

i know that's not literally true, i'm sure the note count does not actually rival or surpass a new art post, it only feels like a note spike because that blog posts so infrequently and therefore its activity is usually flat line, and reblogging the post made there Be Something There For People To Interact with

i guess it irks me anyway because i reblog it with the intent of "hey, look at the message of this post and where it is right now, mind giving my blog a scroll and maybe hitting a couple of green buttons" but it doesnt really work that way because people just see it in their dash. i constantly be reblogging shit with little if any awareness of which person i follow that i'm getting it from.

i just wish there was a way to be like, "hey, please give my art some attention, i work hard on this shit and it feels like there's at most about a classroom's worth--if that!--of people who care enough to show it to folks" without literally just being the annoying pushy attention-seeking bitch on the dashboard that's like "just fucking reblog my shit"

#idk #ive been on tumblr since 2016 #ive had my current art instagram account since 2016 #and neither of those have even surpassed 200 followers literally ever #its hard not to envy other artists online even those who make fan art. similar content to me. just more of it i guess #why do they get to grow so fast and not me? #im sorry i dont have the mental energy to put out a new sketch every day im doing what i can #i do not control the hyperfixation and et cetera #if posting frequency were literally my only issue all these years that would. be fucking unfair and mean and rude #but i literally dont think that IS my only issue. i think theres something else but i dont know what #which is the theory ive had basically the whole time #im kind of glad i fly under peoples radars most of the time because there is so many kinds of unwanted attention #but that doesnt mean i never want to be noticed ever ever ever #i dont think THAT poorly of myself. i do have things im proud of #idk ive written this vent how many times over the course of my tumblr career. yall know this shit by now #and i appreciate yall who do interact with my art #harper babbles #vent #i guess

[pridewishes]

If we have you blocked, it's literally for our own comfort. We aren't going out of our ways to harrass people and are curating our own space and making ourselves comfortable. People who block evade are the problem here and purposefully making Us distressed and uncomfortable. Thanks !

#mod 🍒 #idk why thats a thing its so fucking rude like we arent Bothering yall but you want to go out of your way to make us uncomfortable sure.

[none-gender-left-man]

God give me the patience to not engage with byler doubt that's cross tagged

Give me the serenity to hold my hope high and not bicker w ppl who are jaded and can't keep their neg to themselves

Give me the wisdom to scroll past and let them be proven wrong later without wasting my energy

#byler #what is with the amount of doubt im running into can yall stop fucking crosstagging your posts in the tag like #thats rude af actually were here to have a good time not deal w other people's baggage from being queerbaited by other shows #stop acting like ST is default 'just like SPN/Sherlock' #we may be wrong but i sincerely doubt it at this point and either way why shit on us for having hope and fun #by having hope and talking about it being real and canon we contribute to social normalization #meanwhile yall will double down on comphet (even other gays) then wonder why normalization of queerness is so hard to het #get* #i understand why you doubt #but pls keep it to yourself bc we still have two years of waiting before anything is final #stop calling it bait before the story is done??? jesus

[silouvertongues]

i fucking hate some of the people on this goddamn stupid fucking site

#bro like i dont usually care about the stupid shit yall fucking idiots get up to but im sickkkkk sick sick sick of it being in my notes #every time my posts go a lil out of just mutual circle i actually just wanna kill myself #why cant my posts about louis just be about louis i dont care about whatever the fuck shit you have to say im sick and tired ???? #they'll do mental fucking gymnastics to mention someone else on a post about louis literally please i dont need to see that in my notes #im soooo like ?? usually i dont care its like do whatever you want but recently its been so nerve-wracking bc its on every post about louis #pls pls pls leave me alone leave him alone god i dont wanna be rude to anyone ever but im so tired

[mazojo]

If in this season of hsmtmts if they dont reprise:

- Right here, right now

- Walk away

- Gotta go my own way

I will lose my shit

#Last post I swear I am just overly invested on this #Objectively. The best hsm songs. Are they all gabriella songs? Yea. Do i care? No. Objectively they remain to be the best songs #ALSO CAN WE DO THE FROZEN MUSICAL SONGS CAN WE DO WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT LOVE CAN WE #Freaking out i am sorry for my weeb followers i will go through something every wednesday from now on because of hsm #EJ Dirextor better not be synonym to everyone thinking he becomes an asshole or hot head if they sell me that story line #ill kick them all at disney hq #Thats so funny too dude corbin bleu came in said yea uh no fuck camp yall figure it out and went out on a HELICOPTER #Alpha move from his part tbh #This whole show is like a meta huge disney promotional it goes against my values but they drive me insane i love it JAJAJAJAJ #I know i said it on my last post but the fact that seb and big red arent gonna be here devastates me so much gina and them are my favs 🧎🏼‍♀️ #Like not to be rude and i know ill love then in the end but who are these bunch of extras and why do i give a shit #I think what i love most about this series is that not even the series itself knws what its doing with itself #Like last seaosn they were clearly teasing this huge lily x ricky thing at the end and first ep? #Nope thats over fuck lily get her out of the schedule anywahs ricky character development arc #hsmtmts #ill shut up now #high school musical

[catmiration]

I'm not a fan of people who act like dicks for no reason

#am i grumbling abt people I'm seeing on my dash today? #........maybe #yall gotta chill tf out. if someone's not rude to you then why tf be rude to them #they ask you a question. maybe they fucking trust you to answer it #they send you an anon talking about some random bit of their life after you advertise an open inbox............ literally if they aren't #being a dick to you why be a dick to them #so tired of dumbasses being mean for no reason. it's not a good personality trait. stop being so negative #.txt

[kaladinkholins]

top/bottom discourse in the satosugu fandom is wild like why are yall so mad about someone else's preferred ship dynamic ???? 😭😭 just block the ppl you find annoying and move on GEEZ

#wank.mp3 #jjk #fandom.rtf #shut up haydar #i like goge bcs i hate ppl characterising gojo as some uwu princess who did nothing wrong #i mean goge ppl also call geto a princess but it's mostly for fun and?? honestly he's more in character #cuz he's a murderous unhinged princess who started a cult! #but he raised two little girls like they're his own and is always prim and proper #gojo is RUDE and bratty and harsh towards his students INCLUDING MEGUMI!! he's not an uwu crybaby #but if ppl characterise him that way (in a way i dont like) i just block and rant a bit and move on... #so why are other folks doing whole callout posts and making it a social justice issue #'you're homophobic and problematic if you like goge' no i just like it when gojo fucks geto in the ass #yall are weird for making fandom BS into some queer in-fighting debate out of nowhere.... i just know these ppl have no jobs! #step your pussy up honey get a job own a business suck a dick #also like theres a reason why we tag shit...so its easier to curate what u see... if you dont like goge just mute it? weird behaviour

[thebadtimewolf]

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#bw: out of ethos #{i just wanna let yall know fast: most of my dw theories or connections is just my brain hitting me in the gut with a 2x4 plank of wood} #{and then i share it with the heavy implication of: yo aint this horrible! can you believe the audacity of my 🧠 and im STUCK WITH IT gdi} #{just so you know} #{others are great! superb! but then someone else's tag will hit a core and go: oh? i can make it worse. would u like that instead} #{so yeah.} #{but yeah the dr having flaws is great! whats him great is making him racist and misogynistic and homophobic WHEN LITERALLY THEY ARENT} #{make the flaws make fucking sense. oh i lost rose shouldnt equate to be fucking racist to martha. micro or macro like tf} #{u can dislike martha but the whole 'he should be mean since he lost rose' excuse yall be peddlin is weak tired old and dust} #{stop using that as anexcuse for ten to be racist simply because he lost one human girl he couldve gotten from california at a nail salon} #{especially since the dr is known to not be racist TOWARDS HUMANS NO MATTER WHAT LIKE ITS WEAK. EXCUSE} #{oh but its 10? he wasnt like that before with rose with mickey? WHO TF YOU THINK HE LEARNED IT FROM? go talk to the wall} #{he learned jealousy from rose just as much as he learned all her traits. that comment mickey said? ITS NEVER GONNA BE ME like clearly cmon} #{like hello?? what is not clicking?! 'but she dated mickey' she settled for mickey ALWAYS AFTER A 30TO50 YR OLD MAN BROKE UP WITH HER} #{like yeah they were playing on that billie personal life but EXTREMELY LOOSELY} #{nah lemme go: because now yall want 15 with ruby and rose AFTER YALL WERE JUST COMPLAININ ABT MILES AND HOBIE W GWEN} #{this is why i rather have the moment back and 10 is just extremely pissed off and rude bc it 'stole' her face. u want unhinged 10 THATS IT} #{how dare you have her face! how dare you cuckolding yourself on a beach on a family show. THE READ IS THERE}

[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

local minima rn lads.

#i cannot like put in words exactly what it is about my mom that does it for me #like to an outsider it would sound like a normal slightly rude interaction. and i couldnt tell you which part makes me feel bad #or why i feel like that. i just. my mind treats her differently than everyone else. i dont clock anyone's position in a room like i do hers #i am always so Aware. and. ive been grey rocking her now. its the only possible card up my sleeve tbh. no plan b. #she just... #acts all plaintive and innocent while pushing the exact buttons that make me shut down and go cold. and i end up looking #so heartless and cruel in front of someone who does everything for me and receives only hate back. when its just. #not true.. #i am so fucking tired of feeling like. like someone scooped a part of my chest out. with like an ice cream scoop every time this #happens #like so tired and HOLLOW #and its not the sort of thing i can explain to someone? its not like someone just called me a slur or cheated on me or whatever #nobody will GET it. like yes you just had a conversation where you were rather rude why is this causing a depressive episode #and just. by nobody i mean everyone who i know who also knows her and also most people who dont know her wont get it #yall got no idea #how much i wanna run away. im fucking desperate okay #i will literally do anything #i need a nap every time i talk to her which sucks because ive got nobody else to talk to. #so there's a lot of sleeping going on here #so much sleeping #just a couple months dante. just. ive done years and years of this. i can do a couple months more. #go to college and then its sayonara you weeaboo shits for everyone here #honestly i was scared of leaving everything i know behind before #but i think im realising i dont really have anything worth keeping here. #i was all like ohh i wont have any family or anyone to fall back on when im in trouble #and then i realised i dont have that anyway. I'd rather figure my problems out on my own than deal with toxic people on top #which is a pretty fucking good realisation peopleos #anyway. hyping myself up to keep from having a breakdown now #godspeed ME

[owlcafe]

I've decided I'm getting back into my artsy half to balance all out this science bullshit from my day job, so I'm gonna take up some dance classes at the local company... but now I gotta decide how to pay for this shit! I can get 10 classes for $180, or pay $57 a week to get as many classes as I want (which works out alright, since I'd be aiming for 3 per week) plus a couple extra perks. I might start with a 10 class pack to feel out the waters for a while before the end of the year and then go hard in the new year... idk. I'll make a decision somehow, sometime.

#personal #why does money gotta fuck everything up huh #ill have to get some decent gear also #especially workable shoes my old ones won't fit #plus I also need to decide what level to go in at #beginner or 1/2/3 #i feel like im definitely not a beginner that would be almost rude #but i might just start at level 1 and feel my way up #especially since the lvl 1 classes are at relatively convenient times #mostly I'm just putting this out in the universe so i feel an obligation to follow through #i expect yall to shame me relentlessly if I've not gone to at least 10 classes by the end of the year

[tremendum]

Mr. Miller’s House 

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)      

word count: 7.6k  requested: yes  summary: “Joel was a mean, mean man. and you eat it up like a woman starved for months.” warnings: mentions of food/eating, drinking alcohol, age gap (unspecified), Jackson era, Ellie gets a splinter, Joel is honestly rude to Ellie in this and reader is judgy about Joel’s parenting practices lol. but really,  this is just filthy smut (PiV, unprotected), dirty talk, sir kink, use of the word slut a LOT, one use of the word bitch, humiliation/degradation, hints of masochism, choking, exhibitionism, public smut, rough sex, dom!Joel, mean joel, lots of fighting/anger, cumplay, dirty talk, ass spanking, pussy spanking, mentions of blood (reader gets scraped knees), throat/facefucking, rough oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms. lmk if i missed any please lmfao

notes: okay jesus fucking christ!!! i wrote this so fasst lol but it was fun and highly requested. hope yall like it.  as always reblogs/asks/comments are always great motivations :’) this is not reread because as i have said before im lazy and INSANE! 

[this is a sequel to Mr Miller.    part three   other Joel fics:     fever       landmines  ]

★  

this was a mistake. you shouldn't have done this....this was a terrible idea. 

fuck. 

the chair is stiff beneath you. there's a hard coolness about it that is welcomed on the skin of your bare legs, the shorts you wear helpful in the heat of summer but futile against the slick of sweat that sheens your skin. the chair is hard, but yet still strong, sturdy.

 you swallow dryly, heart beating fast. it's the same chair you sat at just a few weeks ago, signing the log with Joel leaning over your shoulder, before he-

you look away, around, anywhere in order to avoid the memories, hot and boiling and clawing at your mind and suffocating you until you stop breathing- and then your eyes settle, they glue themselves across the kitchen table. 

they glue themselves to him. 

fuck. 

Joel's already staring at you; his lips are downturned in that permanent grimace he always sports, the muscles of his torso rigid with immobility - perhaps he thinks if he's still enough, the ground will just swallow him whole and he won't have to do this. 

you yearn for that escape as much as he does. 

then, out of the silence; "see, this isn't so bad." 

speak for yourself, Ellie. 

both heads in the room turn to the speaker slowly, the girl watching between the two of you, more than willing to ignore the obvious disdain in the air. she's grinning like a damn devil. 

this girl's going to kill you. 

it is that bad, contrary to Ellie's statement. 

it'd been days of her begging you, with a tug on the hand, a punch to the shoulder, and countless pleads and threats until you finally caved in and accepted her proposal to have her and Joel over for dinner. 

no matter how much you detest her guardian, you just can't resist those big puppy-dog eyes, or that gigantic, youthful smile. 

for the last few months, Ellie has grown to be quite the little farmhand for you; though you like to keep to yourself on your days in the gardens, it was nice to have the girl buzzing around you and the other gardeners, pollinating each person she sees with questions like what really happens in germination and is this ripe? can I pull it? 

it's cute, how excited she is to show Joel all of the crops you've grown with her in the last few months. but what isn't cute, is that it's him that has to be here. of all people, why did Joel have to be the one Ellie chose as her father? 

because.... things weren't okay between you and Joel. 

you're not sure if you were childish for expecting for him to warm up to you after - well, after the time he bent you on this table and fucked you stupid - but you hadn't been prepared for the coldest shoulder you've ever gotten in your measly life for the last few weeks. 

it didn't help that the summer was kicking up and you needed more crops than ever for the commune; your patrolling had dwindled into maybe one or two every week or so, usually with Maria - so you didn't have to face Joel, really, at all. 

but he avoided you like the plague when in town or on your street (though, he did that with everyone) and even at the Tipsy Bison, where your presence would clean him from the room before a drop of condensation could even slide down his glass of whiskey. 

hell, maybe he even put a word in with Maria and Tommy that the last patrol together didn't go as planned; you'd even considered doing it at one point. you're not sure, but it just made you all the more irritated when you'd catch glimpses of their porch in the afternoons, Joel holding a guitar around Ellie's chest, chuckling as she strummed horribly. as if everything was okay. like you didn’t exist. 

the anger and hatred grew awful. 

it festered, grew when Maria mentioned off-handedly to Tommy that some woman, Dahlia, had taken a liking to Joel. you'd nearly shattered the glass you were holding in your fist at that; Joel, with Dahlia? that grumpy piece of shit, taking a liking to someone sweet and kind like her? 

you ought to punch his fucking face. 

you're zoned out when Ellie suddenly comes into your line of sight; reaching over your chest to grab a slice of the fresh bread you'd picked up earlier that day. you blink back into reality as Joel grunts, "E-Ellie, hey." he's shaking his head as he gestures to her arm, "use your manners." 

he sounds almost embarrassed; annoyed. your mind betrays you as it whirls back; when Joel had you pinned down on this very table, commanding you in a different way, his eyes dark with delight as you cried and writhed for him. 

but at his chastising, you send Ellie a sneaky look, rolling your eyes when Joel's looking down. the girl chuckles at that and an untrusting Joel stares daggers between the two of you. Ellie clears her throat with a smirk,  "sorry. can you please pass me the bread?" 

you grin, "why, yes, ma'am." you hand her the basket, "thank you for asking." you add to the girl on your right, your eyes on Joel's. he stares back harshly, hand grabbing for the glass of wine that sits in front of him. 

another few moments of tension before Elie decided to take it upon herself to introduce as much of the food that sits on the table in front of you as she can remember. 

peas, spinach, lentil and cabbage stew, beet salad, goat cheese and roasted carrots, cauliflower mash. fresh bread.

proteins from animals are scarce and are typically served in only the dining hall, so you decided to skip the meat and serve roasted artichoke instead. Joel doesn't look too thrilled about that as Ellie explains. you hide your scoff behind a sip of your dark wine. 

"-and, look, I planted these beets." Ellie points to the bowl on the table which houses arugula and beet salad; you smirk down at the plate as Joel hums as if interested. his eyes flicker to yours from across the table as Ellie delves in on a tangent about how bloody beets look, those dark pupils flickering over your face before flitting back to the young girl. his eyes were swimming with something else, something.... seductive. 

a shiver runs down your spine.

does he ever think about it? 

you do. you think about it every night - how his hands felt, rough, unforgiving; the look on his face, that dark smirk when he'd made you beg for him to ruin you... the frenzy in his eyes when he'd ‘taught you some goddamn manners,’ when he'd taken you apart brutally and quick. Joel was a mean, mean man. and you eat it up like a woman starved for months. 

your name calls you back to Ellie, whose eyes are wide and tracing over a rough, splintered notch in your table, "the hell is this from, is it-" her fingers jolt away at the rugged piece that slides into her skin, "shit!" she yelps, shaking her hand. 

your brows furrow, rising to help her as Joel pulls her hand towards him.  "I have tweezers." you mutter, disappearing into your bathroom to pull out your tweezers, returning to see Ellie smiling in embarrassment and Joel sitting with his arms crossed, amused irritation lacing his face. his beard is growing in more recently - you can hear the noise of the short bristles scratching his hand as he rubs his knuckles over his jawline. 

nodding, pleased that Ellie's discomfort has subsided, you set your tweezers on your right, spearing some salad on your fork as silence cradles you three yet again. 

it’s only tense and silent for a moment. then Ellie speaks, and it’s just tense.

"why is there a notch like that in your table?" she finally wheezes, as if she'd been summoned to be silent until she couldn't handle her curiosity anymore. 

you don't have to look up to know that a pair of dark eyes pin you to your chair, daring you to say something about it. 

your throat dries as you swallow your mouthful of salad, coughing a bit. 

a rip in your flannel, the grazing of your soft skin with the blade. a hand pulling hard to dislodge the knife from its home against you; the thick slide of Joel as he drags his length through your destroyed, spent core. 

"um- I-I" perhaps it's your panic, of the knowledge that his eyes are glued to you, but soon your eyes meet his; unwavering. "well. someone likes to threaten people when they can't find patrol logs." 

"Joel!" Ellie hisses, smacking his arm, "you fucking stabbed her table and didn’t do anything about it?” she’s grinning. 

"yeah, Joel," you smirk, swirling with desire as his hawkish gaze pins you to your chair, "you really should use your manners. you've ruined my table." 

"shut the hell up right now." he snaps at you, hand slamming his fork down harshly onto the plate. you and Ellie both jump at the sternness in his voice. 

you listen, for once. 

and honestly, ten minutes ago feels like heaven compared to the tenseness of this silence. 

several minutes go by, the sounds of scraping forks and knives and the meager attempts by you and Ellie to salvage a decent dinner conversation ringing soft in your kitchen. 

at least you and her are trying. 

you ignore the notch from the knife like a wildfire and pretend Joel isn't even with you; Ellie is more than enough life and laughter for you, and your playful disposition matches hers perfectly despite the joy-damper of a man sat across from you. 

he's stewing. arms crossed, chewing on food here and then, mostly listening and sighing, brushing off Ellie's jabs or playful questions or stories. he won't do anything except eat and glare at you. 

the wine bottle is nearly gone and you're not sure if it's his fault or yours. probably both. 

you snap when he just outright ignores Ellie, shaking his head with a sigh and taking another bite. the audacity. 

"-she asked you a question, Miller." you snap, fed up with his dissociative disposition. you don't even intend to say it; even Ellie looks up at your words, surprised. 

his head turns to face you too slow to be safe. his eyes are fucking furious as he mutters, "excuse me?" 

"hey, guys-" Ellie's hands are out in front of her, but you can't take your eyes off him. 

"I'm just saying, you could at least try to pay attention." you spit, crossing your arms defensively, "we made this dinner, we're just trying to have a conversation, the least you could do-" 

"you don't tell me what to do." he states, calm and cool, pointing at you. his nose flares as he breaths heavy, your own breath quickening. arousal rushes to your center and you shift on your seat. 

"-listen, maybe this was a bad idea. I knew you weren't the best of friends, but this is-" Ellie starts again, eyes flickering between you both. "this is too awkward." 

"no, Ellie, I'm sorry-" you start to say, breaking. 

you don't want her to be caught in the cross-fire of your problems with Joel; it's unfair. the further this goes, the more she'll be put in a position of mediator, so you figure it should just end now. 

"Ellie, go home." 

Joel growls the demand, eyes looking to her, his hand falling gently to her shoulder. her eyes widen, as if asking him if he's serious. 

"what?" she asks, "no! you'll-you’ll fucking stab each other or something." 

yeah, you think. you might. 

Joel's shaken off her shoulder but he's resilient, "go on, go see the kids for the movie. I'll come later. we just need to sort something out." he mutters, eyes falling to you at the tail end of his sentence. 

shivers roll down your spine; fuck, fuck - a flood of arousal hits you again, and you swallow, willing the feelings to go the fuck away. 

Ellie's scowling, but still has the decency to thank you for dinner before slamming the door hard on her way out of the threshold. 

Joel's eyes stay locked with yours until her footsteps are gone. 

it’s silent for a moment before he speaks. 

"do not fuckin' disrespect me like that in front of her again." he snaps. 

you narrow your eyes, "you're concerned that I- what, I undermined you in front of your girl?" you hiss incredulously. "come on, that's pathetic." 

"I don't like you." he snaps, shoving his plate away from him in an almost childish act of defiance. it’s shocking, the immaturity of his words so sudden. barely prompted. 

it's clear he intends to continue this little confessional of his, but you have no intention of allowing that. 

you roll your eyes, "big fucking deal. what do you want me to say?" you hiss, "sorry that I was rude, Mr. Miller! let me just cook you fucking dinner and invite you over to make up for it." 

his nostrils flare, "never wanted to do this in the first place." he mutters. 

you nearly rip out your hair in frustration. "obviously you didn't! christ, why do you always act like everything you do is a goddamn chore?" you snap, "Ellie wanted to have a nice night and show you what we've been doing- what she's been doing for this community. and all you can do is sit here and act like a fucking asshole because you don't know how to enjoy anything. it's a miracle she's still around with you, when you treat her like that." 

his jaw clicks in anger, "you have no fuckin' clue what we've been through together." his voice is close to a yell, "you don't know how much that girl means to me." 

"then why won't you show her!?" you yell. 

it quiets the room for a moment and a fleeting feeling of pride is squashed when he speaks again. 

his brows raise, a look of realization creeping onto his face. he nods his head, "I see what this is," he lets out a bitter, mocking laugh. "you want me to tell you how much I love your food? y'trying to prove to me that you're not a bad influence on her, after all?" 

you stare at him, anger clouding your sight; are there tears of frustration rimming your eyes? you hope he doesn't notice. 

"-newsflash, darlin', I don't fucking care about you." he finishes, scowl dark. "you're a nuisance. don' know why Tommy took you in, anyways. you're a foul-mouthed, untrustworthy, pathetic little slut- and jus' because you can't stop thinking about my cock doesn't mean I owe anything to you. no dinner, no fuckin- cordial neighborly attitude, nothing." 

thinking about- what?

oh, fuck him. your face burns; your jaw unhinges. of course he thinks this is about you and him. your eyes spare a quick, fleeting glance to the notch in the table before you glare, "well I don't fucking care about you either, Miller. don't be so fucking conceited." 

he laughs, shaking his head as he downs the remainder of his wine before slamming the glass down, but you're not finished. you can't let him think he's won. 

"you’re delusional. I haven't thought of it once." you spit, aflame at his accusation. you feel flustered, still caught off-guard. if anything, it was him who was obsessed with it - you see the way his eyes can't leave you; the way he adjusted his jeans earlier when you leaned over to pull a bowl from your cabinet. 

"really?" he spits, brows raised. his chest moves with the exertion of your yelling and you resist the urge to hit him or stomp your foot or anything. "yes, really." you defend, face heating up under the scrutiny of his knowing gaze. 

"anyone ever tell you you're an awful liar, sweetheart?" he drawls, raising his brows at you. 

you fume, standing up, pointing to the door, "get the fuck out, Joel." 

his eyes light ablaze with the same anger that rages in your heart as he stands, throwing his napkin on his plate, "gladly. food was great." he spits, storming out of the house with no other words. 

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your scowl doesn't leave your face for the entire rest of the night. what- what the fuck was that? how dare Joel assume so much about you- he doesn't know you, at all. 

your eyes fall to the bottle in your hands.

ellie left her water canteen at your place. you were so angry, so mad earlier, that you hadn’t realized she’d left it until a few minutes ago. 

she doesn't need it, right? she could get it next time she comes round. yeah. she'll get it next time, you don't have to go over. right?

no. 

you have to go over. 

the anger within you festers just as much as the slick that plagues the apex of your thighs in the aftermath of your spat with Joel; it's a vicious cycle where you think about his tone, how condescending it was and then you get mad - but some sick part of you wants it to consume you; wants him to consume you. 

you’re fucking obsessed with him. you hate him. 

you need to hear him yell at you again- if-if anything, to get your ten cents in on the argument, and also maybe to get some good content for your wet dreams tonight. jesus christ. 

god, you're so fucked up. 

christ. 

so once you finish cleaning from the remnants of the meal, your legs are carrying you over to his house with Ellie's canteen in your hand before you can second-guess it. 

what the fuck are you doing? 

you're standing on their porch in mere seconds, your breath heavy with wrath. what if Ellie opens the door? well- you suppose, if she does, you'll give her the canteen and talk to her. probably apologize for acting the way you did. no business with Joel, then. yeah.  that’s... that’s fine. 

fuck. why do you want Joel to answer so terribly? 

you know where the answer lies - a coiling beast of arousal, consuming and muddling your mind, just at the apex of your thighs. 

Joel is a fucking asshole. you need him. now. 

your knuckles slam so hard and unforgiving against their door that there is no possibility of them assuming it's anybody else but you at their porch. their light is flickering and dim above you as you stand, canteen in hand, eyes trained forward in determination.  

the door swings open in an air of irritation. 

your face jerks back as Joel Miller stands, staring at you with the disdain of a thousand lifetimes swirling around his eyes. 

"y'here for more?" he snarks. 

your momentary hesitation melts away when his words drip from his lips. a glare pierces him through the eyes when you shove the canteen into his hands, "I'm here for Ellie. she left this." you spit. 

he lets out a chuckle, humor absent from the ring as he scratches his nose, "right." he mutters. "well she ain't home. went to the movie in town." he clips, setting the canteen on the table just inside the house. "y'need me to pass any more of your words of wisdom on to her?" he asks, voice clipped and prickled with sarcasm. 

you glare. "yeah. just do me a favor, tell her I'm sorry her dad is being a hypocritical, neglecting asshole." you snark, sending a false smile up at him as he leans with his arms crossed at the doorway.

you don't miss how he leans into it, how he's not slamming the door on your face. he wants to argue, too. "-and you can suck a dick, Mr. Miller." you add, intending to whirl away on your heel. 

he scoffs, a deep and condescending noise. "thanks for comin' all the way over to return a little canteen. g'night, darlin', hope you don't make too much'a mess when you cum all over that table again tonight thinkin' of how much I hate you. glad y'got your ten cents in." 

your face burns hot in embarrassment, and at the irony of him using the same phrase you’d thought. 

the door moves quick to shut, but your arm moves quicker. 

your hand wedges is just before it shuts, leaving you far too close to Joel than you'd like - gunpowder, pine, and dark amber whiskey surround your senses. again. 

so you shoot another fist forward, aiming for his left jaw; aiming for it to hurt.

he’s going to fucking hurt.  

it doesn't make contact with the warm skin, though: no, his hand has caught your wrist in an iron-tight grip, wrenching your arm down hard. 

you let out a gasp of surprise as he shoves you off of the door and away from him before you can blink. 

but instead of the door slamming in your face, his rough hands are pushing you hard up against the side of his garage. the door behind him remains ajar as he pushes himself into your space, growling at you as your mouth falls open in shock. 

"did you just try to hit me, girl?" he whispers, voice deadly serious. you swallow, arousal rushing down to your heat; you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy as he stares hard at you, but your eyes trail down to his jeans.

you hide your smirk as you take in the stretch of the rough denim, the outline of his own arousal evident even in the dim light. he’s hard because you were going to hit him. 

your body aches as you remember the stretch of him inside you, splitting you open. your eyes flicker back up to his where he breathes heavily, expecting a response. 

you give him one. 

"yes, but you already knew that." you smirk, cocking your head as you boldly gyrate your hips forward slightly, your clothed cunt clenching in desire as you graze his hard-on. "or are you not hard right now, Mr. Miller?" you purr, your voice laced with seduction. 

his rough hand shoves your hips hard back against the wall, a growl slipping his throat. "y'got a dirty fuckin' mouth on you." his breath hits your cheeks in a warm reminder of the wine you'd both had for dinner. 

"so it wasn't because of that?" you ask, blinking in a false sense of innocence, watching as his eyes swim with an animalistic hunger. you've got him right where you want him. "was it from thinking about me touching myself? or, from remembering the last time we were together in my house?" 

his momentary lapse in recovery allows for you to go in for the final kill, "Mr. Miller,” you coo, “do you think of my pussy when you fuck Dahlia? d'you wish it was me?" you spit, smirking up at him as red splatters his furious features, "you can talk all you want, Mr. Miller, but I know you're just a greedy, desperate man who loves to pretend you have any power over me." you whisper into the shell of his ear, palm roughly grabbing the outline of his cock boldly. 

his next movements take your breath away: the shock of his fists slamming hard against the wall on either side of your head makes you jump, and his hawkish, angry eyes bore into yours. 

"get your fuckin' hands off of me. now." 

his voice is... scary. 

the blood leaves your head as your damp spot of your pants floods with desire, the fear spiking a real excitement in you. you are smart enough to follow his orders; the look in his eyes suggests you do so. 

your hands shakily fly back from his crotch to hang by your sides as you stare up at him - nervous. excited, ready. 

his eyes are narrowed, stern as his brows are furrowed low. the permanent scowl on his lips is intimidating as he holds your gaze with fierce intent. "you're gonna be real fuckin' honest with me, now. okay?" 

you swallow dryly, staring up at his face, how he's boxed you in with arms on either side of your head. you feel cornered, small; prey, hunted by predator. 

you nod smally, startled into silence, unable to speak as the ache between your legs becomes unbearable. your legs clench, searching for relief only to be disappointed at the dull sensation. 

he stares at you for a few moments, unmoving except for the flaring of his nostrils and the rising of his chest as he breathes just as heavy as you. 

"are you wet?" 

your face flushes with heat. christ, Joel is going to kill you. (if you don't kill him first). your legs feel weak, desire driving your heart rate up as you nod meekly, voice cracking out. "y-yes." 

he nods, seemingly pleased with your honesty. 

"how long have you been walkin' round with ruined panties?" his head tilts down slightly, angled down at you as if chastising you. you flush in shame, genuinely taking a moment to remember the exact moment you first noticed your underwear dampen. 

you can't admit to him that you woke up this morning with his name on your lips and a wet patch on the seat of your sleep shorts, can you? (and certainly not that it happens every day.) 

"s-since-" you take a sharp inhale, glaring at him for humiliating you like this - outside, no less. anybody could walk past or look out their window and see Joel and you like this. "dinner." 

his brows raise, the look darkening on his face. you can tell, he loves the beginning - the teasing, the arguing, the embarrassment - just as much as the end. "dinner? s'like, two hours." his frown immodest, tempting. judging. 

you nod, biting back a snide comment about Joel being an excellent time-teller, your face burning in embarrassment as you break eye contact, staring at your feet. 

"d’you like being a slut?" he asks, then. you nearly whimper at his words, the aching in your cunt burning, pulsing and clenching around nothing as you stare at him in desire. fuck Joel Miller. 

"'m not a slut." you say, but the defiant words come out more as a whine than a sharp argument. one hand falls from the wall on your left to grip onto your jaw, holding your cheeks hard as he forces your eyes back up to him. 

his nails dig into the soft flesh of your cheeks as you gasp, your own hands in fists as you resist pulling him into you. 

"that's not what I fuckin' asked, now, is it?" he sneers. you blink up at him, shaking your head after a moment of contemplation. "no, sir." you whisper meekly. you don't miss the tightening of his grip at the honorific as it falls sultry from your lips. he hums. 

"do you want me to touch you?" he asks next. you can't even have the decency to stop your whine as you nod, "yes, please." 

his other hand falls from the wall, eyes just as angry and unforgiving as he undoes the button on your shorts single-handedly. "good. don't you fuckin' look away from my eyes, y'hear me? hands down, eyes up." 

this is twice now that he hasn't let you touch him - your brows furrow, but just as he snaps in front of your face, you let the thought melt away. 

"y-yes, sir." you nod, your palms sweaty, heart thundering as he shoves his hand down the front of your shorts, breaching your underwear easily as fingers slide through the deft curls that lie just above your heat. 

"gotta warm y'up for me this time," he mutters, eyes sharp as he watches yours, ensuring they don't do as much as blink. 

it's delicious, almost too much as two of his thick fingers part the seam of your lips, your wetness spilling and coating his fingers immediately. you burn in shame, thighs starting to close over his hand. 

one ruddy, thick thigh slides to kick your leg to the side, widening your stance as he shoves you harder up against the side of the house. the tip of his finger prods at your aching hole, leaking with desperation for him. 

there are crickets outside, a steady but low staccato of music filling the summer Jackson air as one finger slowly slides into you, curling unforgivingly as you gasp, rising on your toes as he stretches you. "fuck," you whimper, throwing your head back against the wall behind you. 

the thud is dull, but it echoes around the street and it calls your attention to the very public space you're in. 

"hey." Joel snaps, one hand swatting your cheek lightly as your eyes close, "don't look away." 

you blink back at him as he pumps lazily for a few moments, watching your every micro-expression, the way your chest stutters with his motions. the noise of your arousal is humiliating against the pleasant summer breeze. 

you can't help the low moan of his name when he adds a second finger. the stretch is nothing like when it's his cock inside of you, but the strokes, the curl of his fingers start to coax a simmering coil in you that you know will explode soon. 

your eyes are still on his obediently when you nearly whisper it. 

he hears it, though, and smirks, "what was that, darlin’?" 

you groan in irritation but it splinters into a sharp moan when his fingers pick up their pace, fucking into you as you lie slack against the wall, legs trembling. 

"just- fuck me. fuck me now." you wheeze, the desire a burning snake that coils around your chest and squeezes at your heart. 

"no." he decides, eyes glaring, "can't have y'whining like a bitch again, darlin'. gotta open you up on my fingers first." the sting of his words are cushioned by the lust that swirls around his voice, the languid was his thick fingers pump up into you, holding you up against the frame of the house with a dark smirk. 

you nod, hissing in stimulation when one finger slides to start rubbing your neglected clit with just enough pressure to curl your toes; your chest is slick with sweat, fingernails digging painfully into the meat of your palm as you hum, lips sealed tight to avoid yelping out. 

your eyes flicker from his once more, scanning the street just feet away from you, paranoid of the possibility of a neighbor seeing you. 

Joel notices, of course. "what, baby, don' want the neighbors to see?" he hums, eyes cutting into you as your face flushes with heat, "y'seemed to want everybody to hear me fucking you stupid last time, didn't 'ya?" 

you groan, "fuck you, Joel." 

his hand stops its ministrations just as cold ice pours down your spine. oh, shit. 

his hand slides out of your pants, face furious. 

you shake your head, eyes welling with tears; you hadn't meant for it to slip out like that. "n-no, wait, 'm sorry, didn't mean it." you whimper, voice choked with the loss of his hand. 

he just huffs a cold chuckle, wiping his hand over his face, the other one glistening with your juices under the light of the porch. 

your panicked, desperate babble of apologies is stopped with one look from him. 

"get on your goddamn knees now." 

you shiver with excitement, tears drying slightly as you swallow, complying quickly. the cement is rough and cold under your bare knees, your hands held still together on your thighs as you stare up at him in wait. he stands tall before you; the shroud of the flickering porch light emboldening him, making him look like a god - an unforgiving one, at that - as he pulls his thick, pulsing cock from his jeans. 

your mouth waters as he starts to pump it languidly, the tip a red color from arousal, leaking precum. 

he doesn’t have to ask you to open your mouth for him, your own desire to taste him spurring you to stick your tongue out flat in wait for his dick. 

"I'm going to ask you again." he says, tapping your tongue with the weight of his length, the slapping noise flooding your underwear as you ache to feel him again. "do you like being a slut?" 

you swallow, tongue sliding along the bottom of his head as you do, muttering a slight, "yes, sir." 

"'s right. you love being my slut." he nods, your mouth open and ready for him as he thrusts his whole length into your wet, warm mouth; you gag almost immediately, his hips unforgiving as he immediately starts to fuck into your throat. you try your best to breathe through your nose, gagging as his tip pokes the back of your throat - you know there'll be a bruise that will make it painful to eat, drink, speak - you fucking love it. 

he lets out a grunt of arousal, nodding as his hands gather your hair from your face, gripping your cheeks and pushing your head back against the side of the house. 

two thrusts, a few tears from your eyes as you choke, your lungs burning for air. 

he pulls away, you suck in air with a strangled gasp. your saliva links you to his heavy cock, a chain that holds you in his grasp. "tell me you love being my slut." 

you burn at his words and in your brief hesitation, his cock is slapping at your mouth, his impatience bleeding through his actions. 

"I-" your voice is wrecked after only a few seconds of him in your mouth, but you swallow as you gasp for air, "I l-love being your slut." 

he slides himself through your slick lips again, hips a punishing pace as he fills up your mouth, your throat tight and wet. his groan echoes through the street; in the corner of your eye, you swear you see a light turn on in a bedroom window. shivers of desire run through you as you resist the urge to touch yourself. 

you can't breathe; your nose brushes against the course hair at the base of his shaft, the scent of him surrounding you as his hips try to smash you against the side of the house. 

he holds you there, hands rough on your cheeks, slapping your right cheek as it bulges with his length. you choke, gagging as you try your hardest to keep eye contact. his face is harsh, his sneer cold as he stares at you, "'s right, choke on your fuckin' words, darlin'." his hips press forward slightly and you cough around him, it's too much - tears slide down your cheeks as you try not to gag more. 

"you gonna disrespect me again?" he asks, tilting his head as spit trails down your chin, tears meeting the trail of saliva as it drips down onto your chest. 

you can only hum a nuh-uh around his cock, hoping it's enough to satisfy him. you feel yourself throb and fucking burn with need, your knees sore from the cement under you. 

you cough and sputter when he pulls himself away from you, mouth sore, jaw aching and throat wrecked. his eyes flicker over to the house across the street before he grips your shoulder, tugging you in your aroused, dazed state up to your legs. 

"oh, darlin', you're bleedin'." he coos at you, thumb swiping your cheek as you stand up. he's right: your knees are just scratched enough to speckle the skin with dark splotches of blood. you feel a tingling sensation of arousal as he hums, "let's get you inside, hm?" 

you stumble to keep up as he storms through the threshold of the house, the door swinging shut after your shaking frame falls inside. it's dark; there is only one lamp turned on in the other room. 

Joel is almost a shadow as he surrounds you, your hands falling onto his large, stiff shoulders as he pushes you against the door frame. 

your legs give out from desire soon and the two of you tumble to the ground, a mess of grunts and shoves, tearing at clothes as you whimper in desire, his own lustful groans echoing the empty house. as his pants are shucked off and your shorts are thrown across the room, your hips are shoved and flipped over until you're ass-up for him, one of his large hands moving roughly to grab a handful of your plush behind. 

your hands and knees ache, but you wiggle your ass slightly in need, not daring to speak to him. the anger that radiates from the two of you is a grenade; you can feel the tension bubbling behind your desire and so you just move back until you brush against his hard length, the fabric of your panties completely soaked as you grind against him. 

his moan echoes as a hand falls hard to slap against the skin of your ass. you let out a strangled yell, the pain stinging through you as you keen forward. you know there will be a handprint branded into you, you know it'll be sore to sit and you'll have to think of him each time. he'll consume you for days. 

you love it. 

his fingers tease the wet material that's glued to your pussy with desire, tracing over your lips lightly over the fabric. "pretty cunt, just for me." he mutters; you shake with desire when you realize it was more a mutter for him than an intentional phrase for you to hear.

"think you're ready for me, baby?" he grunts, his fingers pulling your underwear to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening cunt to him. 

"I'm so re-ready sir, please, fuck me." you beg, reduced yet again to nothing but a writhing mess for the worst man you know. 

he gives no warning, no teasing - he breaches you swiftly and rough. you scream. 

it cracks, it echoes, it's painful as you yell out, his cock heavy and huge and aching as he slides into you, sheathing you fully within a few seconds. Joel's moan reverberates on your skin as his hands grip so hard at your ass you think his fingers will remain there for days. 

he immediately sets a pace that has you squirming under him, breath choking up in your chest as you slide against the hardwood. the smell of the house is Joel - sandalwood, whiskey, pine. sex. 

your arms are tugged roughly. 

panic rises in you when you think you're about to slam your face against the floor, but as Joel pounds hard into you, he pulls your hands tight to your back, holding you up to you're suspended with just his cock working you open can keep you from falling. 

it's bliss. it's sharp, this angle; he hits into that spongy spot inside you as his cock drags against your pulsing walls, your hands clenching as your breath leaves you. 

one hand sneaks over your front, grasping at your tits as he reaches up into you deeply. then it snakes lower, rocking you forward as he swats at your clit, the sharp smack of his palm causing you to squeeeeeze around him, trapping him in your aching desire. he lets out a grunt, "fuckin'- jesus christ, girl, you're s-so tight."

the noises of your arousal swallowing his dick echo around the room in a sickening chorus. 

"dumb girl, lovin' it when I yell at her," he mutters to himself, chasing your high as he feels it spasming close around him. "gonna be o-obedient and thank me for each orgasm, 'kay?" his accent is thick in the throes of passion, you notice. 

you nod, unable to speak, unable to think as you feel the crest of something incredibly blissful; you let out a wheeze of ecstasy. "y-yes, s-sir," you choke, your voice croaking from the remnants of his dick wrecking you. 

you barely realize you're cumming until you’re screaming, a white-hot, searing arousal streaking your vision. tears are resurfacing on your eyes as he hums, "say it." 

you swallow, shakily squirming as he pounds into you, unforgiving in tone and pace. "than-thank you." 

it only takes a few more minutes and his thick hand squeezing your throat before you cum for a second time, your hands pulling at his hips, trying to escape the overstimulation of his long, dragging thrusts. the floor is slick with your juices, and so is his pubic bone. 

"thank you, s-sir." you slur out, his hand holding you by the throat against his chest, his heartbeat slamming just as fast as yours. 

soon he drops your arms, their shaky muscles barely stopping you as you fall to the floor. his chest follows you until he's smothering you, thrusts becoming weak with his own nearing orgasm. you cry, the overstimulation causing you to shake. "'s too much, too much." 

he hums, "you want me to stop?" 

"no!" you scream it, wail it; no, christ, don't stop. never stop. 

he chuckles; a dark, brooding noise. "an' you wonder why I think you're such a bad influence." he mutters into the shell of your ear as he pushes further, deeper into you; "lettin' an old man fuck you into the floor. lovin' it." 

he chuckles as you let out a whine, eyes screwing shut at the bursts of pleasure coursing through you. your knees ache.

"'s dirty, isn't it? and you love it, pretty girl." 

you let your cheek drop onto the hardwood at his ministrations, spent from your previous orgasms; the pet name makes you flush, arching your hips back. he's so deep, you feel him in your throat. each thrust pushes his tip into your cervix, a dull ache with a swirl of pleasure and ecstasy. you let out a groan, "love it, love it s'much. love it, sir, thank you." you whimper, your brain empty except for Joel Joel JoelJoel-

"good m-manners, sweet girl." he hums, pressing a hot kiss to your spine. goosebumps form in his wake, his words echoing in your brain. sweet girl. 

"you're gonna cum one more time." he orders, the thrusts of his hips grinding you down, melting you, tearing you. you nod, "yes, yes-yes, fuck, gonna-gonna cum again." you whimper, the painful overstimulation of his cock drilling through your spent, swollen folds. 

your third orgasm has you wailing, shaking your head as you convulse in pleasure, his strong grip holding your hips down as he hits your spot repeatedly, the noise of him fucking into you echoing through the foyer. 

there's tears on the floor as you shake, colors exploding behind your eyes as he whispers things you cannot hear into your ear. 

when you come to, he's still ravaging your body. 

you're limp, ecstasy flowing through your very being as his cock spears through you, hands smacking you, gripping you, grunts leaving his mouth as he nears his own orgasm, having pulled three from you. 

"where are your manners?" he whispers into your ear. you let out a broken half-laugh, half-gasp. "fuck- thank you, Joel, thank you." 

he hums in satisfaction and you swear you feel his cock twitch inside you as you utter his first name. 

he's back in your ear in seconds, surrounding you, swallowing you whole. you love it. 

"this is my pussy. mine." he grunts, "never think 'bout any other pussy. jus' this one. always." his voice is laced with desperation as he swats your ass, thrusting into you a few more times as you squirm, sobbing, throat raw. 

yours, you whimper in a chorus, body limp as he uses you; his thrusts are sloppy. he's so close- 

and he cums just as he's pulling out of you; you gasp at the loss but also as his cum shoots hot spurts across the plush curve of your ass, a bit onto your spine - most of it over your ruined pussy, streaking you in white. 

you pulse around nothing, shaking as your legs give out. he groans a deep thing, fingers falling to spread you open, the lewd noise soft and slick.

you jolt and he shushes you with a soft caress of your back. "jus' wanna see it, baby. wanna see how I ruined you." 

you swallow dryly at that, nodding as you tilt your hips, eager to feel his eyes over you, over all of you; eager for him. 

a finger smears his spend over your juices, pressing lightly at your puckered hole, pushing some of his cum back into you. "fuckin' christ, girl." 

you set out a laugh that turns into a cough of pain at the ragged state of your throat. 

he stands and leaves you on the cold floor, covered in sweat. you try not to let your heart deflate when he’s gone. 

but he returns with a rag and hands it to you before shucking his jeans on; you pull your underwear back on with shaky hands once you’ve wiped yourself clean, your body exhausted. 

you sigh. even the thought of making the trek just a few houses down to your own place is daunting as your eyes flutter. something in his eyes glint in understanding when your gazes meet each other, and he seems to get it. 

so if Joel gathers you in his arms with a grunt and a short complaint, you don't think too much about it. 

(you hate him. he hates you.)

and if he holds your head to his chest as he starts the walk back to your house, it’s not a big deal to you. 

when brings you up into your bedroom instead of leaving you at your front door as he finally carries you to your house, you chalk it up to you being nearly asleep. you must be delirious when he tucks you into your mattress and pulls your blankets up. you swear he mutters something about dinner and nice and good job. 

(what a cocky asshole.) 

it's probably a dream, when a hand caresses the sweaty skin of your forehead, brushing hair away gently before footsteps disappear through the doorway. 

. part three .

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~ Some observations ~

Aries with pisces placements - always the one to chase their love interests.

Lilith in the 1st house women - crushing on every siren eyed girl or someone who embody dark feminine energy.

Capricorn sun with pisces venus - yall fall in LOVE love. Once you love someone, there's no going back for you all. Very loyal.

Taurus and libra placements - yall love makeup, jewellery, piercings, anything cute. Also your smiles???????? So freaking adorable omg.

Also with taurus and libra placements, I've noticed yall also like chubby cheeks on people????

Libra sun's- wanting to mother anyone you find cute.

Personal planets in 12th house - I've noticed whenever they're SAD sad, they either sing or try hard to cry but can't :(

Sun in the 12 - how does it feel to always trying to figure out how you are at your core?

Underdeveloped pisces placements - LIARS. Tries to put other people down just to make themselves feel good. Manipulators ofcourse.

Especially women with Underdeveloped pisces placements - straight up jealous of their female friends. Tries to steal their boyfriend's. Pathetic.

Most aquarius placements want fwb.

Lilith in the 5th - center of attention. Always. Also with this, when they're in a club or any other entertaining place, they tend to get negative comments from people???? They try to put you down then say " oh I was just joking" .

Underdeveloped Capricorn placement- A BITCH. Very rude and mean. Plays victim card. Again just pathetic.

But developed Capricorn placements- omg yall teach alot. Your mentality >>>>>>>. a friend everyone should deserve. The guidance yall give.

Pisces venus women- please leave that toxic ass relationship. Please. Yall deserve much better. And trust me yall will get it.

Underdeveloped Capricorn men - omg yall just stay away from loyal girls please. Very unloyal. I've seen many times men with this placement, they be in a long term relationship but still be fucking around.

Underdeveloped pisces men - yall think you know everything. No honey you don't. Also stop trying to get into people's business. Also they ignore communication???? Very silent treatment type.

Underdeveloped Leo placements- yall keep on crossing boundaries in your relationships, and try to make your partner jealous then complain why they leave you.

Cancer placements, especially sun, moon, venus, saturn- so giving and like to nurture people. I've seen that yall heal people. Like people generally come to you to vent out. But yall rarely get a shoulder to cry on :(

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The duff

You walked through the hallway with your two bestfriends. They were so pretty that everyone only paid attention to them."Hey mikasa! Sasha!" Everyone said as they passed by. You just kept walking. It hadn't got you because you really could care less. You know what you looked like at home.

"Okay guys I'm going to chemistry I'll speak to you later." You pecked the both of them on the cheek as they did the same to you. "Okay see you later y/n!" Sasha said waving. You just smiled and waved back. You walked into your class. Armin connie and eren all sat at one table. The three of them were your neighbors,they were so rude and obnoxious. Even through you grew up with them they all found ways to piss you the fuck off.

"Ohhh there's y/nnnn." Armin said looking at you. "Ayo l/n come here." Eren called out. You just ignored him and made your way to your desk. You placed your bookbag on the seat next to you since no one was sitting there.

"Okay you guys,please continue your labs,please put your goggles on." The teacher sat down at his desk. You placed your goggles on before you leaned forward to see your project better. You dropped the little tabs into each of the liquids that sat on your desk. You seen the reactions and you recorded them. As you were writing Connie made his way over to your table.

"Oh y/nnnnnnnn." He whispered. "Get the fuck out of my face ugly bitch." You mean mugged him. "Oh come onnn don't act like that." His green brownish eyes looked at you as his tatted hand went to your tickle spot and he stated tickling you.

You moved your body to stop him. you slapped him in the face. "Move bitch." You said in a laugh. "Mr.springer please have a seat." Your teacher said. "My bad." He said. He smiled and licked his lips before he went to go and sit back down.

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Class was over with. The bell rang as everyone began to pack up. You stood up and you placed your folders and journals in your bookbag. "Mr.springer,mr.alert and mr.Yeager." The teacher called out their names.

"Yes?" Armin asked. "If you all get another f in my class you will have to repeat the course." The teacher said. "So me and mr. Longhorn has decided to suspend you three from the football team until you all pull your grades up. And you mr.alert im very surprised that you aren't passing your work." The teacher turned around and walked back to his seat.

You made a face like '😬' before you made your way out the door. The boys began to talk behind you as you walked to your locker. You opened it and placed all of your books in it that you didn't need.

"If it isn't the duff of her friend group." Eren said wrapping his arms around you. You shrugged it off. "The fuck Is a duff??" You turned around and looked at all three of them.

"You don't know what a duff is??" Armin's eyes widened. "If I did I wouldn't have asked dickhead."

"The duff stands for the designated ugly fat friend." Connie said. Your heart dropped. "I'm sorry what?" You placed your hand up to your ear.

"It stands for the designated ugly fat friend.." Eren replied. "That's why y'all's asses are failing chemistry and I hope yall gotta retake that shit too." You said walking to your class. "Wait y/n." All three of them said.

"It doesn't mean like your ugly or anything it stands for like I'm the less hot friend in the friend group that's all." You just looked at them. "I'm telling ms springer mr.Alert and Carla that y'all are failing chemistry and they gone beat y'all's asses." You folded your arms. They stood on the side of you.

"Aight now y/n you pushing it." You just mean mugged them. "Y'all leave me the fuck alone." You sped up. But armin gently grabbed your shoulder. "Okay how about you help us with chemistry and we'll help you look less like a duff?" Armin asked. You just looked at him.

"Unt unt get somebody else to do it." You said

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[bubbbii]

Make-Up

title : Make-up

pairing : Jungkook x reader

genre : make-up sex, kpop smut, Jungkook smut, dirty content

warning : doggystyle, whining/whimpers, degrading, name-calling, multiple orgasms, choking, edging, spanking, fingering, very dirty content

summary : The couple haven’t talked to each other in over a week ever since the club incident that came upon them. But there friends finally bring them together as it began to go upon week 2, and Jungkook decides to take the initiative..and prove to her she’s the only one. But is it that easy for y/n?

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I came down the stairs of my private condo and towards the large modern kitchen, putting my dishes away when my phone rang. I sighed, flipping my phone on the other side to see the contact. Jin. I rolled my eyes, picking it up as i washed the 3 dishes I had. “Ma’am you need to come back here right now” “No. Why should I!?” “Because y/n! HES YOUR BOYFRIEND! You guys need to fix this!” I dropped the dishes in my hands, wiping my hands before leaning against the marble counter and put the phone in my hand.

I’m about to get ugly real quick.

“You listen here Seokjin ok!? This is HIS problem- I DIDNT GO TO THE GODAMN CLUB AND HAD A BITCH ALL OVER ME TRYNA GET IN MY PANTS OK!? Don’t tell me where to go and what the fuck to do when this is clearly HIS fault ok!? You’re fucking sick - ALL OF YALL ARE SICK OK!? This is not me to fix, I don’t have to go NOWHERE if he wants to act this way trust I CAN TOO!” I snapped, hanging up the phone afterwards and took a deep breath before slowly going back to the dishes.

I don’t wanna deal with this shit, I really don’t have the time. Not this evening I don’t. But I soon get another phone call making my eyes roll at the back of my head i’m irritation as I, this time, picked the phone up with anger and saw the contact. Hoseok. I took a deep breath, picking the phone up. “Yes?” “Open the door” I sighed, hanging up and wiping my hands before going towards the door to open it.

Hoseok came inside, closing the door as I made my way back towards the kitchen with him closely behind. “Y/n…you know what I’m gonna say right?” “And i’m not here for it” “Y/n cmon-“ “Hoseok i told you im not here for it! I’m not ok!? I told Jin that this is HIS situation to fix - not mine! Ya’ll act like IM the one who went there!” “No one is acting like nothing. We just want you guys to talk it’s going on week 2!” “I CAN GO FOR LONGER!” “Y/n don’t be like that” I huffed, finishing up the dishes before wiping the counter.

Hoseok leaned against the counter as I turned around, and looked at me with his eyes. I stared into them, knowing what I have to do. “Its 8! And I have plans!” “Well they’re now canceled, let’s go” “We’ll im not dressed-“ “Y/n” i groaned really loudly, throwing on a hoodie and sweats and put on my slides before turning off the lights and followed Hoseok out the door. “You’re sick for this” “I love you too” Hoseok opened the door for me and I got in, him going in the drivers seat and we drove off to Jungkook’s house.

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We arrived, Going inside and saw everyone in the living room, looking directly at me. “So this is the shit you dragged me over here for!?” I yelled at Hoseok, making him sigh, rubbing my shoulder. “Wow you really got her over here?” “It’s called having patience” Hoseok responded to Jin, before offering me a chair in the spacious living room. But I denied, still over the edge. “Y/n cmon” I huffed, sitting down with him behind me.

“Ok so!? MEETING! YAY! I was totally looking forward to this especially since a girl had some awesome plans tonight but I was RUDELY interrupted by this shit” I snapped, fake smiling at my ‘so called’ friends. “What plans?” I looked at Jungkook who appeared out the kitchen, shirtless. “None of your business” he huffed, sitting down on the couch. “You guys need to talk. It’s going on week 2 and it should not be like this” “Oh ask the bitch who went to the fucking club!” “Y/n what did i tell you about using that language?” “JUNGKOOK SHUT THE HELL UP!” I yelled at him, rolling my eyes as I ran my hands through my hair.

“Ya’ll don’t realize that I am PISSED right now and i’m tired of you always thinking that I have to fix things WHEN I DONT HAVE TO FIX SHIT! This is his business and this is his problem to fix - you will not force me to do anything!” I yelled at them, getting up but Hoseok sat me back down, calming me down. “Y/n it’s not like that-“ “Oh shut up Yoongi because you were there AND DIDNT EVEN STOP HIM!” I yelled at Yoongi, tears almost breaking from my eyes.

“Hoseok drive me back now” “Y/n-“ “NOW!” I yelled, a tear escaping from my eye as I stood and looked towards Hoseok. He sighed, pulling me close into his tight embrace as I poured my tears into his chest. “You guys should know better” Hoseok said softly to the others, walking me out the house and to the car. “It’s ok, it’s alright I’ll call Irene” He put me in the car and he got in the drivers and the car had called Irene.

“Hello? Hobi?” “Pick up y/n please” “I gotchu” She responded, hanging up before we drove back to my house. He held my hand the whole way as uncontrollable tears fell out of my eyes. I felt his grip tighten around my hand every time I would let out a sob or a sniff. At this point I don’t know what’s gonna happen…i’m scared, actually.

Jungkook’s POV | His house

We all sat there, frustrated and sad as i ran my hands through my hair. “We fucked up” “YOU THINK!?” I yelled out at Taehyung’s response, standing up as I tugged my long black hair. “We can fix this - he probably called Irene and-“ someone phone rang, and it was mine. I picked it up and saw Hoseok’s contact. “Hello?” “I called Irene to pick up Y/n for a minute, this is your chance to make shit work if you wanna fix things between the two” his voice echoed to all of us, making eveyrone look at me.

“What-“ “I secretly grabbed your spare key to her house and I put in on the table next to you,” I looked at the table and saw the key making me smile secretly. “You have like - an hour or two to do whatever. I’m giving you a chance and this would probably be your last before hell breaks apart. Make it happen Jungkook” He hung up and all eyes were on me. “Go. Now” Jennie said, and I grabbed my things and the key before going out the the garage and drove off to her house.

As I drove I thought about her the whole way. I looked at my car and saw Y/n on the big screen pad that was planted in the middle. I smiled, picking up my speed to make it towards her house. I hope what I have in mind, turns out to be the best for us.

Your POV | 10 pm

“Oh wow, I had a great time” “Of course! That’s what I do! Here are your shopping bags, make sure to tag me” we laughed as she walked me towards my door. “Wait…the lights are on?” She smiled, stroking my hair and hugged me once more before walking back to her car and drove off. I furrowed my eyebrow, opening my door and closing it before stomping towards where the light was coming from.

The kitchen?

I furrowed my eyebrows again and went towards it and saw food. Lots of food. I blinked, seeing a tall man figure washing his dishes. He turned around, setting a plate of food on the table and looked at me. I held back my tears, staring into his apologetic eyes. “What..Jungkook-“ “I um..cooked your favorite foods” He said, keeping his eyes on me. A tear escaped my eye as I set my shopping bags down.

“How?” “Hoseok gave me a key and..told me to make it happen” I sobbed, going towards him and he hugged me tightly as I jumped in his arms, holding me tight as he dug his face in my neck. “I’m sorry, i’m sorry please” “Shh it’s ok, it’s ok” I soothed the back of his neck as i heard his sniffles. “Don’t leave, please don’t leave I need you. You’re everything to me” “I’m not going nowhere” he held me tighter, not letting go as I kept him place.

We hugged for a moment, embracing each other’s presence as I kissed his head gently. “I missed you” he whispered, connecting our foreheads together as our hands intertwined tightly. “Yea..me too” “I’m sorry. I - it won’t happen again I promise” I hummed, my eyes falling towards the food on the table. “You cooked that?” “Of course I cooked it” we laughed as we looked at each other. “I missed you…everything. I’ve been away from you for 2 weeks - how am I still here?” I smiled, feeling his lips land on mine making me respond to the action.

We kissed until we got rough with each other, his hands feeling all over me and picked me up. He made it to the long couch, putting me on it as he hovered over me. I felt the aching cock, grinding and aching for friction on my desperate hood. “Fuck, I can’t wait” He unzipped the dress, taking it off and ripped the lacy panties I had on. “Ok ok Jungkook listen-“ he didn’t listen. Instead, he sucked me out hungrily, lapping his tongue in between my folds and clit, moaning desperately and sucking with hunger in his eyes.

“Mmh fuck, kook” “Fuck i missed her, I missed her so much i missed this pussy, this fucking pussy” I whined at he sucked with need, and hunger. His tongue flicked on top of my clit, messing with the bud making my hands grip the the couch below me at the unbearable pleasure I was receiving. “I feel like - fuck, i’m getting close” “Come for my baby girl” my eyes shut tight as my high catches up to me. And I came all over his mouth, feeling him moan and sucking all of my juices.

“Fuck, my good girl” He sucked out everything before standing up and taking off his sweats and boxers. “Come here” he sat down and I went to him, stroking it before taking the big thing in my mouth. He hissed, groaning quietly as I sucked his member slowly, but hard enough to get him squirming a little. “Fuckkk that mouth is amazing - that fucking mouth is amazing you sucking me like that? Hm like a fucking bitch?” He thrusted his hips upward, making me moan around him. “Ooh yeaaa she likes that, she likes that nasty shit doesn’t she” he put my head all the way down and thrusted his hips upward, fucking his cock up in my mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck - shit suck that cock. Suck that shit wanna be a bitch and make me cum huh? Fucking bitch you are looking at you” his hand placement on my jaw was pretty strong, but it was so hot..I was close already.

Yes this whole time i was touching myself.

“Shit - oooh someone’s touching themselves? She’s such a slut she couldn’t take her hand off her pussy huh? She’s so horny, you’re getting turned on by this i know you are” I whined and moaned around his cock as his words made my pussy throb even more. I wasn’t gonna last. “Mmh daddy” I muffled out, whining as my fingers went in and out of my pussy faster. “You wanna cum baby? You wanna make daddy cum and cum on your fingers? Dirty bitch” I moaned again, feeling his hips quicken the pace and so did my fingers.

“Yea yea yea yea yea - i’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum fuck” He soon came down my throat which sent me moaning like crazy, and I soon came all over my fingers. I shuddered at the orgasm, my eyes fluttering shut as I continued to suck hm off and all the cum that came with it. “Ooh there you go” I couldn’t stop moaning, this man really has me in a chokehold. I took the cock out, breaking heavily as i stared at the still hard cock standing tall.

“You’re…jungkook” “You already know” I huffed, slowly standing and straddled him as i felt his XL hands roam up and down my submissive body as he bucked his hips up for the tip to touch the entrance of my pussy. I hummed, sinking down on the hard rock cock of his as he hissed at the warm feeling. “Ooouu shit that pussy wet. It’s wet isn’t it” I sunk down all the way, moaning as i rolled my hips around. “Fuck..you got bigger didn’t you” “someone’s noticed. Now ride that new dick like you mean it” i bounced up and down, my moans immediately filling the room we were in as my pace quickened by the minute.

“Fuck! This feels too good - i can’t” “yes you can you gon ride that dick till i say it’s time for you to stop” he slapped my ass making me shriek at the action. My pleasures rose, the heart beating with a quickness, and my pussy…wetter then over. “Daddy..i can’t, i’m gonna cum soon” “That’s what i love to hear” he bucked up into me, fucking up with an unhuman speed making my mouth open and my eyes roll at the back of my head as he fucked me with no mercy. “FUCKING HELL - JUNGKOOK!” “Shut up” he grabbed my throat, moving me any kind of way as he still continued to fuck up inside me.

“I’m gonna cum! Daddy make me cum daddy please” “You wanna cum on that cock, gon head baby cum for daddy. Bust a nut bitch” my eyes shut tight at his words and I came all over his cock, slicking it as i heard his chuckles as a reaction. “Fuck, extra wet. Guess we ain’t need lube after all” he put me on my stomach on the remainder of the couch, putting my ass up in the air with the dick still inside me.

“W-Wait i just came jungkook hold on - FUCK!” he vigorously fucked into me, slapping my ass or any skin he came in contact with as he fucked me with everything in him. “Fuck that pussy so good. So fucking good clenching on me like that, you holdin on aren’t you not letting me go. You not letting that dick go baby?” I moaned, grabbing everything and anything i could reach my hands too as his dick continued to go in and out inside of me. It was too much..he was definitely messing me up.

“Fuck im finna cum, i’m finna cum in that pussy you want me to cum in that pussy? Hm? You want me to cum in that pussy? You gon let me?” He grabbed my hair and tilt my head all the way back, my eyes meeting his sexy dark ones. “Y—Yes come in me. Come in my pussy daddy fill me up. I want you to fill me daddy please!” i gargled, my throat dry as ever as his pace quickened. “Fuck keep lookin at me like that you gon make me cum. Fuck….i’m cummin” “Wait - wait daddy i’m close” “Cum with me baby cum with daddy feel me fill up that tight little pussy huh, you want me to fill up that tight little pussy - shit i’m cummin” My moans got louder as his pace quickened once more then we both came, me squirting and him fucking his cum inside me.

“Good girl, feel that shit you nasty. You nasty huh” i moaned and whimpered at the still tight grip on my hair as i felt broke and drained. “Fuck, you ok?” i hummed, my eyes fluttering shut at the intense sex we had. I felt his kisses on my shoulder blades and back. “You want some food?” i nodded, laying lifeless on the couch as i continued to receive Jungkook’s sweet and gentle kisses.

Minutes later while i’m still laying lifeless on the couch, he put me in a shirt and a movie and fixed us some plates. He came to me as i sat up on the couch with my legs crossed. He handed me my food ever so innocently making me scoff and both of laugh at the action as he sat beside me scooting me closer. “I wonder what the others are thinking” i chuckled making him chuckle as well. “Well i probably have an idea” i looked at him, both smirking at each other.

“You’ve succeeded”

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