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thebluester2020 · 1 year ago

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Blue... Blue.... Alex and the squirting farmer did something.... Can i ask for the other male's reactions to that :3 pwease

SDV Bachelors x Farmer Who Squirts

Summary: How the bachelors react to a farmer who squirts for the first time. Warning(s): S M U T, Sam being a bit of a horndog / perv, Munch Elliot and Sebastion (it's my favorite headcanons of them and I'm dying on that hill), Shane being a bit of a dom, Harvey being a slight sub. Side note(s): I love it when y'all have big-brained ideas 💙

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Elliot

Oddly confident?

I imagine he has a diverse collection of books. Erotica is definitely on his bookshelf somewhere so mentions of a girl (or guy) squirting aren't uncommon to him. In his mind? You squirting is a sign that he's doing something good and he would take pride in it.

So follow the vision, the two of you have been dating for a while and you finally work up the nerve to stay over at his cabin for the night just to spend some more time with him, as well as hear the waves at night.

One moment Elliot was reading to you, steadily getting to a particular spicy scene in the novel, and the next?

His head was in between your thighs slurping and sucking at your clit.

♡ - In the silence of Elliot's cabin, lewd squelching and feverous moaning could be heard.

What started as a simple visit. Elliot had sent you a letter that he had received a new book in the mail and wished to read it with you, a simple and impromptu date night that steadily turned more sensual as your lover continued to read.

Mentions of the woman in the novel being touched by her lover...his fingers slowly trailing up her legs until they reached her twitching sex before the man's fingers teased her folds, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he fingered her to orgasm. You hadn't realized you were panting like a bitch in heat until Elliot teasingly mentioned the redness in your cheeks, questioning if you wanted to recreate the scene.

You couldn't imagine a scenario where you said no.

"Ah~! Elliot, oh fuck..." You moaned, your hands gripping onto Elliot's hair for dear life as he sucked and kissed at your clit, hums of appreciation escaping his glistening lips as his fingers teased your entrance.

Alone, his tongue proved his skill in pleasuring you. The whispered words of his love told to none other than your pussy as if it were capable of talking back to him, but, you oh so desperately wanted him to touch and scratch that itch inside of you. "You're twitching so much my love..." Elliot said, pressing one more kiss to your bud before he kissed up your thigh until he reached your calf.

"Elliot..." You whispered, teary-eyed and begging much to his amusement.

He leaned forward with a smirk, caging you in with his body as his free hand traveled back down to your pussy. "Yes~?" He smirked.

"N-Need you..."

"You already have me dear, what more can I give you."

Your blush only increased as your eyes looked away from his from both embarrassment and to gesture to the hand that was touching you everywhere but where you needed your lover the most. "T-There..."

"Your pussy? Aren't I already doing that?"

You pouted. "N-Need you...inside..." When his brown rose with that slow rising smile of his, your sex-dazed brain quickly remembered its manners as you whispered a shy 'Please' to him. And, without further convincing, Elliot's fingers plunged into your pussy, tearing a moan from the confines of your throat as your hands gripped the pillow behind you.

Elliot pressed sensual kisses all over your face, eventually focusing on nipping the shell of your ear as he felt your sex begin to clamp around your fingers. Your hands eventually left the pillow and moved to wrap around Elliot's neck as your moans suddenly increased in volume and frequency. "E-Elliot!" You keened. "S Something...oh fuck! C-Cumming!"

Without warning, there was a gushing noise, Elliot's attention swiping from your face to your sex before his eyes widened at the sight of a clear liquid spurting from your pussy and your legs shaking ferociously. His mouth fell open at the arousing sight, his cock twitching in its confines at the gorgeous sight before he looked back to you.

Your eyes were unfocused and cloudy, unshed tears brimming the edges of your eyes as your chest heaved up and down.

"My love..." He whispered. "Care to give me such a show again~?"

Sebastion

Flustered (his cock literally gets as hard as a diamond)

I like to believe that Sebastion is a virgin but he isn't stupid.

He knows of people being able to squirt, but he doesn't have experience due to him being a shut-in and never being intimate with anyone. When the two of you started dating though, his mind shifted as y'all got more handsy with one another.

The feeling of you cumming around his cock, the taste of your pussy. It all drove him nuts and eventually awakened something in him that screamed "Can they do more?".

And one night, when his family was out and you and him were getting hot n' heavy in his bedroom. Your body tucked into Sebastion's front as he looked over your shoulder as he fingered your lewd pussy, he got his answer.

♡ - He couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

And by "you", he meant your pussy that was clamping so tightly over his fingers if it feared of letting go of him! Such a lewd sight was a rarity- nay, an impossible scene for him to fathom for a shut-in like himself unless he watched porn or used his imagination. Of course, this was all before he got to know you.

Now? As you whined and moaned so prettily for him, your arms looped around his head in a subconscious way of trying to ground yourself while you practically fucked yourself on his fingers...his cheeks were so red that he felt as if he were on fire, he hadn't the slightest clue how he hadn't cum in his pants yet.

Sebastion pressed a sensual kiss to the corner of your lips. "You're so pretty Y/N...y'know that?" Sebastion whispered before his eyes went back to the scene before him as his fingers steadily grew more and more coated with your slick.

However, it was when a keen escaped your lips that he knew there was something different about the way your pussy twitched around his fingers then. How your hand raced to try and stop his hand and you began to whisper and beg for a break.

"Huh?" He said almost like a confused puppy. "You've never asked for a break before..." Cruelly, the thrusts of his fingers sped up as a smile cracked onto his flustered features at the sound of your moans increasing in volume.

"S-Sebby...!" You whined as your legs started to thrash and your cunt got sloppier, wetness started to coat his hand more and more as Sebastion's eyes were glued to the unfolding scene before him.

Yet before even he had a chance to predict what might happen, his hand was soon coated with the warmth of your gushing juices. His eyes widened in both shock and arousal as your legs shook and seized, the very scene stealing the very breath from his lungs as he struggled to not cum in his pants and save his load for when he was fucking you.

"Yoba..." He whispered as he brought his hand up to his face.

"Sorry..." You whispered, barely even coherent as you tried to will the energy to look at him.

He scoffed as he licked your slick off from his fingers. "Sorry?" He scoffed.

"Don't be~ let's do that again, but on my cock this time."

Sam

Excited (my favorite lil' perv)

I'm going to stick to my own personal theme of Sam being a bit fo a pervert and say that you squirting has been on his mind for a while now, along with the other nasty ideas floating around inside his head.

Some nights, when he's fisting his cock to the thought of you in a sundress or that time when he visited your farm and found you bent over to pick something up. He'd think about the 'What if?' moments of where he's behind you.

Beads of sweat dripping down your skin from the summer heat as he plunged into you repeatedly, his hand coming down to rub circles onto your clit as he got drunk off of your moans and begs for release.

Up until, much to his surprise, he felt a wetness splash onto him and drip down his thighs, your thighs quivering as he had to hold you up to keep you from collapsing.

Poor you, now you had to go at least three more rounds with him!

♡ - A pornographic moan escaped his lips when you squirted for the first time.

As sweat dripped from Sam's forehead as his cock dragged against your warm walls, he couldn't help the delirious moans that left his kiss-swollen lips. Almost as if he were the one who just squirted and not you. "B-Babe?" He said, lazily wiping the sweat from his eyes with the back of his arm before he leaned forward. "Can you do that again...? Fuck...you have to do that again" He begged, needy whines leaving his lisp as his thrusts picked up speed with a fervor more ardent than moments previously.

He couldn't even begin to explain how long he'd been waiting for this moment!

Since the first time he slipped into your pussy all those months ago!

When his imagination finally became reality.

From then on, he felt like a dog in heat. From a brief whiff of your perfume, to those rare-spotted moments where you bended forward in front of him. Your pussy was far too addicting for him to let go so easily, his aching cock always hard and at attention when he was around you as the thoughts of what he wanted to do next, what he wanted to experience next with you plagued his every waking thought!

But...now that he's seen you squirt? All the times he's had sex with you prior seemed to pale in comparison as the memory replayed again and again in his mind.

"S-Sam...!" You gasped. "S-Slow down- Ah!"

He pouted. "I can't..." He whined in your ear. "I just can't, fuuuuckkk, your pussy feels too good." He said, watery blue orbs looking into yours as a dopey grin slowly crawled its way onto his blushing features.

"You'll squirt on my dick again, right Y/N? Oh pleaassee say that you will..." To accentuate his begging, the side of his face dug into the valley between your bouncing breasts as he moaned at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on his dick and the sound of your fucked-dumb pleas of 'More' or 'Go faster' rang in his ears.

"Don't worry Y/N..." Sam chuckled as his grip on your love handles tightened to the point you knew in the back of your head that you'd have some bruises there in the morning, his balls slapping against your sex echoing throughout his room. "I'll make sure that you feel really good."

Harvey

Similar to Sebastion, he's flustered but like way more.

You were taking control for the night and were fucking yourself onto his dick. Yet, the deeper angle pressed into a delicious ache inside of your cunt and caused you to become a little more...greedier than you typically were.

To the point, you were unconsciously overstimulating your poor lover as he was too fucked-dumb to even still you how you were fucking him too good. How, like yourself, were beginning to feel strange as his balls tightened up at his oncoming unexpected release.

But by the time you got off his cock, that last feeling of friction suddenly made him squirt just as, if not more than you had.

He was squirting allllll over his stomach.

♡ - When you squirted on Harvey's dick, your warm wetness splashing against his thighs as you threw your head back to let out a keen of sheer ecstasy. He felt like he was in pure heaven.

Yet as you slowly came down from your high, the aftershocks from your orgasm still washing over you as your pussy clenched and unclenched around Harvey's cock. When your gaze finally settled back onto your lover, you could've sworn you saw hearts start to appear in Harvey's eyes as you steadily began to roll your hips on his still-hard cock.

"Harvey?" You spoke breathily. "You okay?"

He was more than fine.

But, it took a long minute for the doctor to express that as he lazily looked up at you as if you hung the very moon and stars just for him. After all, he was far too focused on how your hips were rubbing against him oh so perfectly. How your sloppy pussy was so warm and so tight even after the countless times that the both of you had been together...so much so that he was slipping further and further into the fogginess that his pleasure-ridden brain provided.

"Harveeyyy~" You said his name like a siren as you caressed his cheek. "Feelin' good?" You purred, giggling when Harvey answered honestly with an eager nod and an 'Uh huh'.

At his honesty, you began to speed up your hip rolls, a choked-up whine just barely escaping Harvey's throat as his grip upon your hips tightened as he ground up into you in search of more friction. Yet, you knew your lover, although he was more vocal than your previous partners. This time? He was a lot more vocal than he typically was (not that you were complaining).

You almost wanted to be concerned.

But the sight of Harvey's eyes starting to roll into the back of his head?

It was far too delectable for you to give up on.

"So cute f' me baby~" You praised as you pressed your hands onto Harvey's chest, your hips falling and rising more rapidly onto your lover as more and more unashamed moans left his lips. "You should be this shameless more often." You giggled.

"I love how shy you are but I think I like this side of you a lot more." You giggled before you quickly snapped back to Harvey's face as his moans and occasional whines began to increase in pitch.

"Oh....shit, Y/N. H-Honey, I feel weird...please don't stop!"

"I think something- Oh fuck, d-don't stop...!"

"Yoba! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

Quickly, you dismounted your lover before finishing him off with your hands, wanting to see the amount of his spend before you were met with the unexpected scene of him squirting. The white liquid sprayed all over his stomach and just underneath his chest as Harvey's screamed to the point you feared he'd wake your animals. Your eyes were as wide as saucers, yet...as your gasping lover struggled to catch his breath.

A part of you begged to see him do it again.

Shane

RIP to your pussy

He's definitely fucking you harder after that little display.

But how he reacts in other ways definitely depends on the location. If you two are having sex at your place? I like to imagine that he'll get really kinky with it and try to make you scream as loud as possible, making sure that everyone within a ten-minute radius of your farmstead knows who made you squirt.

If you're fucking at Marnie's house, however? That'll be the time you find out just how good (and sexy) slow sex with Shane can be.

Ultimately though, when you squirt, Shane is in the business of making sure that you continue the party alllllll night long until he's satisfied or you passed out.

♡ - Ohohoho...he's been waiting for this moment since the second he had access to your tight little cunt.

"Shit farmer...didn't know you could squirt~" Shane groaned as he pressed a hand into the middle of your back, forcing you to arch even more as he drilled his cock further into your sloppy cunt. "How many other secrets are you holdin' out on me, eh?" He continued to interrogate you even though he fully understood you were incapable of answering in a complete sentence, much less uttering a single word aside from the breathless moans that escaped your hoarse mouth.

Yet as the local drunk fucked pussy, his full balls slapping against your cunt as the noises filled your otherwise quiet bedroom.

He couldn't help but remember the fact that he used to be so rude to you before he actually stopped and got to know you.

Suddenly, your face appeared in the forefront of his mind and as he became more drunk off how your walls squeezed his cock, the enveloping warmth began to make his hips stutter as he felt his release close in on him. All he could think about was making you his cute little farmer wife.

The two of you could raise allll the chickens you wanted.

But most importantly? And the most special little bonus that he and only he would get unlike the other people in this town who possibly had a crush on you? He'd have 24/7 access to your squirting little cunt, your moans that shamelessly told him to keep going despite your overstimulation.

He uttered out a guttural 'Fuck' at the idea. "Fuck pretty...we should get married after this, huh?" He smirked. "Ain't no way I'm losing this tight pussy, especially after figuring out what you can do tonight."

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Sweet little mess.

3.2k words, joel x f!reader x tommy | latest fics SUMMARY: Uncle Tommy is back, and you're enjoying a cozy night with the boys. PWP, follows Stuffing, but can read alone. WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap (legal), use of daddy/uncle, sharing, fingering, cuckish watching, oral f receiving, jacking off, unsafe PiV, creampies, talk of breeding, MFM kinda, reader can straddle / sit on their laps. Little darkish but soft, reader is very into it, but still a power imbalance with some coaxing (mild dubcon). AU where you don’t overthink this fic or i swear to god. A/N: FIWB. Sharing recs at the bottom, @toxicrecs is rec blog. If you're not into brotherly sharing, please quietly move along.

Being snowed in isn't too bad. You’re grateful for the extra firewood, and you liked watching the boys chop it as the storm clouds rolled in. Now the three of you are settled in for a cozy evening. You're sitting at the end of the sofa between Joel's legs, and Tommy's across the room. They're talking about home improvement projects. Joel’s hand is under your dress, slowly working its way up your thigh, caressing you as they talk. Your dress rides up with Joel's hand, exposing more and more of you. Tommy sits back in the armchair and runs his fingers along his gold chain as he talks. His eyes shamelessly follow Joel's hand.

You were hesitant to give up your stockings after dinner, but Joel coaxed you into a pair of fuzzy socks instead. He likes your legs bare. You're warm enough, after all--so warm your sweater has come off--and Joel is in his happy place. Joel's light touch is enough to make you throb, but the hard bulge of his cock is also pressing against you through his jeans, and his deeper breaths are lifting you on his chest. When Joel's fingers have nearly reached your panties, he lingers just outside the crotch of them, caressing the crease where your thigh meets your torso. You can feel Tommy’s eyes on you, and it makes you tingle more. Despite everything that’s happened, you still feel a little shy with him, and his lustful trance is enough to give you butterflies.

The length of Joel’s middle finger traces a slow, light path around your thigh crease, as close as he can possibly get without touching your panties, and his cock twitches against you. He brings his other hand to your other thigh. On each side, he traces the leg hole of your underwear up and over the curve of your hip, then back down between your legs. His touch is still painfully light, and you're aching for something more. Finally, one hand slides over to cup your mound. He ghosts your clit through the fabric, then his fingers tease lower, reaching a very damp spot that’s spreading by the second.

“Mm,” he sighs into your hair, deep and quiet. He and Tommy stop talking. By now, your dress is pulled all the way up and your panties are exposed to Tommy’s lustful gaze across the room.

“Someone’s all wet for us,” Joel murmurs.

“Daddy,” you whisper, cheeks burning.

Tommy raises an eyebrow and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. “That so, cupcake?” He turns one of his chunky rings as he watches between your legs.

Joel’s hand slides up above the hem of your panties, then plunges into them. He gives a low whistle when he reaches your wetness. “Oh yeah,” he tells Tommy.

Your face and chest are hot. Joel’s free hand pulls your dress up further out of the way. He and Tommy both watch Joel’s massive hand moving rhythmically while it’s crammed into your panties. Your mouth falls open with his practiced strokes. Joel touches you just how you like, and your eyes roll back. You rest your head back against Joel, and his cock fully hardens against you. It presses into you and Joel lets out a barely audible grunt. His hips begin to rock ever so slightly. You’re so lost in bliss, you only vaguely see Tommy’s silhouette slowly crossing the room. He kneels at your feet.

“Let’s take care of this pretty girl,” Tommy murmurs and his hands slide up your thighs. Joel doesn’t stop fingering you with his hand down your panties. Tommy’s palms slide up your hips, and you flinch when his fingers begin to curl under the elastic band.

“It’s okay, baby,” Joel whispers. You close your thighs and Joel leans back, slightly lifting you as Tommy takes your panties down. Tommy takes his time bringing them down your legs.

Tommy looks at your wet panties in his hand. “Ya weren’t lyin’, were ya brother,” Tommy chuckles. Tommy balls up your panties and brings them to his face, covering his mouth and nose. He takes a deep breath with his eyes closed, then takes a lick. “God damn,” he murmurs. He puts them in his pocket, then his hands come to your knees. Joel’s fingers tease your dripping hole, and Tommy’s thumbs trace light circles on your knees, watching Joel’s hand at work. You bite your lip. Tommy nudges your knees a little further apart.

Joel whispers, “’s okay, baby. Show Uncle Tommy your pretty little pussy.”

You let your thighs spread wide, and your lower belly tingles as Joel’s hand slides out of the way. Then he moves both his hands to cup your breasts through the dress and your nipples harden. Tommy’s hands slide up your thighs, and your hips tilt on their own. The drag of his rings on your skin is still a new sensation.

“Good girl,” Tommy whispers to your pussy. “Mm.” He uses his thumbs to spread you apart and admires the way you’re gushing arousal onto the skirt of the dress you’re sitting on. “Look at this sweet little mess,” he mumbles.

Joel is gently massaging your breasts. “Uncle Tommy can touch ya, can’t he baby?” Joel murmurs. You nod. “Like that, don’t ya?” Joel asks and you nod. Tommy’s eyes sparkle and he gives you a little smile.

Tommy’s thumb dips into the pool of slick at your entrance, then slides up your slippery seam to your clit. You let out a little sigh.

“Good,” Tommy whispers as he circles your clit with his thumb. “That’s real good, honey.” He keeps teasing your clit with that thumb as his other hand inches closer, then plays with your pussy. He rubs your extra slick around, then his middle finger prods your entrance. His finger pushes into you, all the way until a silver ring disappears inside you, and his other hand keeps thumbing your clit. His brow furrows watching his digit disappear into you, and you twitch around it.

“Close already, ain’t she” he mutters to himself, then glances up at you. “Gonna put my mouth here, k sweetheart?” The thumb on your clit taps it twice. You nod and your pussy clenches around his finger. “God damn,” he whispers.

Tommy takes his thumb away and rests that hand on your thigh. His breath is humid on your mound as his mouth gets close, with a thick finger still slowly moving in your core. He licks his lips, then plants a tender kiss on your clit as the finger inside you slowly moves. Your hips lift into Tommy’s mouth.

Joel's hard cock lightly grinds against you. “Good girl,” Joel says with your breasts under his palms. You can hardly stand it.

Tommy licks down to your hole, where his tongue meets his finger, then he licks back up and sucks on your clit. He adds another finger, and when you twitch around them, he hums “Mm” into your clit. He presses his tongue just below it and sucks more.

You whimper, and Joel nuzzles his nose against your ear. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

You’re about to burst. Tommy hums into your clit again and his fingers curl inside you.

The first pulse of your climax is long and hard and you whimper, “daddy,” closing your eyes and pressing your back into Joel’s chest as your walls clamp down on Tommy’s fingers and your hips lift into his mouth. As the force of your climax overtakes you, you jerk in Joel’s embrace and Tommy groans into your cunt. The way you squeeze Tommy’s fingers makes him shudder, and you whimper again.

“It’s okay,” Joel whispers as you finish.

Tommy pulls away and his face glistens from the mustache down.

“Oh, fuck,” Tommy sighs and palms himself. “She’s somethin’ else, Joel.”

“Sure is,” Joel answers quietly and proudly, punctuated just for you with a barely perceptible thrust. Tommy breathes heavily and rubs the front of his jeans.

“Just imagine,” Tommy’s eyes scan your body. “Imagine her knocked up,” Tommy’s brow furrows at Joel, then his eyes return to your body. “Round ’n swollen from all this cum.” Tommy’s breath is heavy. “Fuck.” He looks like it hurts.

With the look on Tommy’s face, you can’t help but sit up a little bit to try to get a look at his pants. Joel notices and leans forward a bit. Tommy’s jeans are tight with a hefty shape below his belt, curving over the top of his thigh like a large sausage. It makes you wet your lips. Tommy cracks a smile. “Yeah, that’s for you, sugar,” he murmurs. “You did that.” He strokes the solid shape and looks at you hungrily. “Wanna see it, cupcake?”

“Um,” you hesitate.

“Sure ya do, baby,” Joel reassures you softly, and you nod.

Tommy gets up on the sofa next to you and Joel. He unbuckles his jeans, biting his lip at you. He unzips, then pulls down his pants.

He wraps his hand around the protrusion in his boxers and reads your face. “Feelin’ a little shy, sugar. Why don’t ya bring him out?”

Joel rotates the two of you to face Tommy more. “Go ‘head, baby.”

You lean forward and Tommy takes his hand away, leaving a massive tent. First, you squeeze his thick shaft through his boxers. Your breath hitches. His eyes sparkle as he watches your face.

“Why don’t ya come a little closer, honey,” Tommy murmurs.

“Go on,” Joel agrees. “Sit in Uncle Tommy’s lap.”

You slowly get up, and Joel palms himself for relief as you straddle Tommy’s thighs. Joel sighs as he strokes himself through his jeans. Tommy’s hands on your lower back help you balance. You take Tommy’s boxers down below his thick cock and it’s leaking with precum. He helps you take the boxers down further, freeing his hefty balls as well.

“You wanna touch these too?” Tommy asks and cradles his balls. You must look curious. “It’s okay, ya can,” he smiles. He reaches out for your hand and you give it to him. He cups his balls with your hand and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, good girl. He smears the precum on his tip while you gently cup his balls and admire his cock. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel has taken his cock out, and he spits onto it. You turn and stare at Joel’s cock longingly. He looks back at you warmly and says, “When you’re done with that one, baby doll.” You give Tommy’s balls a soft squeeze, then abandon them to hold onto his shoulders with both hands.

Tommy holds his cock straight up while you hover it. He runs the head of his cock through your dripping folds, then teases your clit with his tip before nestling it at your entrance. As soon as he’s notched there, you begin to sink down. You sigh and he shudders as his cock spreads your insides. “Fuck,” he breathes. He takes a deeper breath with his eyes closed, and his nose twitches. As your body accommodates him, you admire the way his strong chest rises and falls under his chain. Tommy lifts up the skirt of your dress to have a better look.

“Take it off,” Joel tells him. “Lemme see my pretty girl.” You take your hands off Tommy’s shoulders and Tommy helps remove your dress, leaving you naked. “Good,” Joel murmurs.

Tommy’s warm palms map your back as he takes in the full sight of your body in the warm flickering light from the fire. You begin to move on Tommy’s cock, and he rests his hands on your sides. Tommy’s hips lift into you, pushing his cock deeper, making you sigh. You hold onto his shoulders and keep looking at Joel as you ride his brother. “Fuck, she feels good,” Tommy mutters.

Joel looks at you darkly and nods as he watches you. He spits again and strokes himself slowly. You bend forward and rest your head in the crook of Tommy’s neck, with your face turned toward Joel. You slowly move your hips, and Joel’s eyes follow your cunt up and down as you take Tommy's length. Joel’s big veiny hand wrapped around his cock makes you twitch around Tommy. Joel is so patient and generous. You think about what Tommy said - they’ve been sharin’ their toys for fifty years. It feels special, getting to watch Joel’s cock and feel full of one at the same time. You twitch again and tilt your hips for more pressure on your clit.

“Fuck,” Tommy whispers. “Gonna cum already?”

You keep watching Joel, and don’t answer. You’re in a daze. You’re gonna miss this when Tommy leaves town again. It feels like Joel is watching you and fucking you too, somehow. You move slowly at a steady rhythm that matches Joel’s hand on his own cock.

Joel nods as he asks, “Gonna cum on Uncle Tommy’s cock?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. You tilt your hips and grind your clit into Tommy’s pubic bone with the heft of his cock dragging inside you, hugged by your walls.

“Fuck, yeah,” Tommy whispers.

“Mmm,” you whine, and watch Joel watching you. Tommy’s hands on your ass guide your movements, still in rhythm with Joel’s self-pleasure.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Tommy whispers, and you realize you’re holding your breath with the tension. You exhale with a sigh, then Tommy takes a deep breath with you and nods.

“God damn, you look good, baby,” Joel murmurs, and his husky voice puts you over the edge. You whine as your cunt chokes Tommy’s cock, you tilt your hips, pushing your clit into his pubic hair, and Tommy groans with your climax.

“Oh, God,” Tommy breathes, “Fuck–Ohh, f–” He looks at Joel.

Joel nods, “Fill her up.”

Tommy’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down on him, and he erupts. He sighs, “Ohhh, fuck” and his hips lift into you as the warmth spreads through your core and clench on him in fading pulses.

Joel scoots closer to Tommy, eyeing where your bodies are joined. When you’re finished coming, Tommy helps you off his lap. Tommy’s cock slides out of you, and he offers a hand for you to hold onto for balance as you move to Joel’s lap.

You straddle Joel’s thighs. With your thighs spread wide over Joel’s lap, your cunt is spread open and a bit of Tommy’s cum dribbles out as you put your arms around Joel’s neck and kiss him. Joel kisses you tenderly, then looks down between your bodies where you’re dripping on him.

“Sorry, daddy,” you whisper, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, baby doll.” Joel looks down at his cock suggestively. You sink down on it in a hurry, and your mouth falls open as Joel’s throbbing manhood makes you whole. Tommy tucks his softening cock into his boxers and watches in a daze.

“Oh, baby,” Joel sighs. “Feel even better than ya look.” His hips rock up into you as you ride him. You kiss him again and he holds you close. You feel so full of him, and yet he slides easily in and out with the combined mess from you and Tommy. You can hear a light squelching, and the milky mix is gathering in Joel’s dark pubic hair, making it look grayer . It’s sloppy, and obscene, and it turns you on more.

Joel watches his cock disappearing into you, and with both your eyes on the mess, he asks, “How’s that, baby?”

“Feels so good,” you whine. Joel’s hands are warm on your hips. You let him take over, moving you on his cock. You rest your limply in his arms. Joel grunts and moans into your hair, and you sigh and whimper. You look at Tommy, and Tommy gives you a little smile, then rests his hand on your thigh, under Joel’s wrist. Your insides are all buzzing, swollen with tension already again. You study Joel’s face. A fine mist has gathered on his temples. He rakes his hair back, then returns his hand to your hip.

“Mmm,” Joel hums with his cock dragging snugly between your walls. He cradles your head with one hand and brings your face to his for a long, deep kiss that gets wet and sloppy. He lightly bites your bottom lip. He pulls back to look at you again, watching your body with as much hunger as if it’s the first time.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Joel breathes, then moans, “Ahh–ungh–when you’re ready.” He slows you down on his cock, moving you only with the lift of his hips, using his hands for balance only.

You nod, and Joel responds, “mmmmm-yyeah,” and explodes with a long, loud sigh. It’s a massive eruption. “Ohhh,” he moans and moves you slowly on his cock while the warm bursts fill you up. You look down and it’s overflowing into his pubic hair.

He whispers, “’s ok–ohhh,” releasing another burst of cum. “Ohh, good girl.”

Joel wraps his arms around you, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

You shiver in some kind of deep contentment, and Joel rubs your back with his big, warm hands.

Tommy asks, “You cold, sugar?”

You shake your head, your skin still tingling warm from the pleasure.

Tommy picks up your dress anyway. He stays seated next to you and Joel and helps put it on you while you’re still plugged by Joel’s cock. Tommy pulls the dress down over your breasts and lets the fabric hang, covering the mess on Joel’s lap. Then Tommy reaches under your dress, stopping just below your breasts. The back of his hand holds the fabric out toward Joel’s chest. He moves his hand in a curving motion, making the dress look like you’re pregnant. “One day I’ll come back, n’ you’ll be out to here,” Tommy murmurs. He lets the dress collapse, then pats your lower belly and your face heats up.

“I dunno,” you mutter shyly and glance at Joel, grateful that he hasn’t made you do it. He certainly could. He controls the medicinal tea and keeps the calendar.

Joel looks at you with kind eyes and shakes his head.”Scares her,” he tells Tommy. “She don’t wanna push one out.”

“Well, I reckon I wouldn’t either,” Tommy chuckles. “That’s okay, sugar.” Tommy cups your cheek and brushes it with his thumb.

“But maybe if we stretch her out good,” Joel muses softly, “Show her what this body can do. . . She’ll come around.”

“Ohh yeah,” Tommy moans, taking his hand back. He stretches his back.

“You liked that, right baby?” Joel asks you. “What we did last time?”

You nod and mostly suppress a smile.

Joel winks at Tommy, then gives you a kiss on the forehead.

Once Joel lets you off his lap, he takes you to the bathroom so you can go and he can clean both of you up. When you come back to the sofa, Tommy pulls a blanket over all three of you and you snuggle up. Joel has his arm around you and Tommy is rubbing your thigh affectionately. When you get sleepy, you lie down with your head in Joel's lap and your legs draped over Tommy's. It wouldn't be so bad to be snowed in a few more days.

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Thank you so much for reading. Love you all and always appreciate your sweet comments and thots.

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I have another recent Joel x reader ft. Tommy with a different set miller bros: leopard print

And a darker Tommy x reader here: birds of prey

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 years ago

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camboy

words: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, camming (from rafe and reader), exhibitionism, male and female masturbation, female receiving oral, male receiving handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks

you rush up the stairs to your apartment, unlocking the door and closing it behind you as quickly as you can move. you discard your work bag next to your front door, not even taking the time to hang it on the hook as you rush to your desk.

"come on…" you groan, waiting for your laptop to start up. you enter your passcode and navigate to your most visited website, just in time for the livestream to start.

you sit back in your chair as the familiar site comes into view. it’s his top half, shirtless of course, the camera cutting him off just under the chin, his abs on display as well. you bite your lip as he waits for the viewers to pour in now that he’s live.

you were masturbating half-heartedly one day, scrolling through some random porn site when you saw a livestreamer, and something about him instantly turned you on. you clicked on when he was almost finished, stroking himself to completion as he came all over his stomach. you finished the same time he did, and ever since have tuned in for his semiweekly livestreams.

the porn site has a simple way for the livestreamers to post messages, for advertising their upcoming streams or updating viewers. your favorite streamer posted after the last livestream that he was finally going to be granting viewers wishes, and is doing a voice reveal tonight.

he would moan lowly in previous streams, but never spoke any words. you watch as he lowers the camera, so his spread legs come into view, his erection already straining through the underwear he has on, tight to his muscular thighs.

“hello kittens.” he purs out, using the name he affectionately calls his fans. the back of your brain tickles, trying to place why the voice sounds so familiar as he continues to speak about doing a voice reveal, and how he’s excited for the upcoming stream, proven by his hand starting to stroke over his cock.

you watch with anticipation as he lifts his thighs to tug his underwear down, his hard cock springing free. you spread your legs in your desk chair and move your fingers to your pussy, slipping your hand underneath your pants to rub yourself.

you close your eyes and listen to his voice, trying to see if you really do know who it is, or if its just close to a voice you’ve heard before.

you eventually get too distracted to continue filing through your brain, especially as he starts to stroke himself, moaning to the audience as he does.

“good little kitten. so dirty, touching yourself while watching me touch myself. wish you were here, i’d have you bouncing on my cock.” your cunt clenches at the thought, wishing that you could see the mans face as he moans.

you know he isn’t talking to you directly, but it feels so personal, like you’re the only one watching, and when he cums all over himself, you reach your climax as well, slumping back in your chair as your eyes stay on the screen, watching the way his chest rises and falls.

you try to place his voice again when he signs off, but the livestream ends before you can fully connect your thoughts.

you hum set your laptop up on your bed, grabbing your vibrator and covering yourself with your blanket, settling down for another livestream. you’ve been thinking about that voice every day, and listening extra close to everyone that you knew. you think that you’re being a little crazy, that there’s no way your favorite livestreamer just happens to be someone you know, but you can’t get rid of that familiar feeling.

you watch with anticipation as the livestream begins, this time the man holds up his hands, showing off the rings that stack his fingers. he always does more than just a simple livestream, adding some new element every time.

you admire his long slender fingers and think about them being inside of you as you begin to touch yourself, when one ring in particular catches your eye. you pull your laptop closer, eyes widening when you finally make the connection.

your favorite streamer is none other than rafe cameron.

“you never come out to parties, what is going on with you?” your friend sarah asks, linking your elbows together as you walk into the backyard of the house, following the pumping music. you understand her confusion, and were about to turn down her invitation, when she said that the party was at tanneyhill.

“it’s been too long.” you simply say, leaving out the fact that it’s been too long since you’ve seen rafe. not since you graduated high school, considering you don’t really run in the same circles.

“so true. i can’t wait to get drunk with you.” sarah squeals, pulling you over to the bar you know rafe must have supplied, grabbing drinks for the both of you.

you find a corner to sit and drink in, both deciding you can’t start dancing until you have a bit more alcohol in your blood. the whole time, you are looking for rafe, waiting to get your first glimpse of him in person since figuring out that you’ve been watching him jack off twice a week on stream for the past couple months.

“i’m ready to dance, what about you?” sarah asks, setting her finished cup down on the table.

“yeah, i’ll be there in a second.” you crane your neck, trying to find where rafe could be hiding. you see a couple of people heading through open doors and you decide to see if hes in there. you really just want to see him in person again, to quell that feeling inside of yourself. you remember thinking he was cute in high school, but it’s so different now that you’re both grown.

you head through the doors, keeping your walk casual. no one really gives you a second glance as you head deeper into the space, still not seeing or hearing rafe.

you head up the stairs, hearing a bit of commotion. you follow the catwalk to a half open door, pushing it wider slightly when you’re greeted by a familiar sight. a ring light with a camera inside of it, pointed right at the chair you know so well.

“what are you doing?”

you gasp, turning towards the voice and taking an instinctive step backwards, further into the room.

you come face to face with the man you’ve been looking for. rafe looks down at you, not looking upset, more confused than anything else.

“i’m sorry, i-i-” you stumble over your words as he looks you up and down, assessing you and your little black dress sarah convinced you to wear “i was just looking for someone.”

“mmm.” rafe nods, taking a step closer to you. you resist the urge to back up, keeping your heels firmly in place. “did you find them?” “y-yes.” you say without thinking, your traitorous eyes glancing down, down to his crotch. you hate that you know exactly what every ridge of his cock looks like without ever actually being able to see it. your eyes snap back up once you realize where you’re staring, taking in the look on rafes face.

“do you…” rafe trails off, taking another step towards you and this time forcing you into the room. you watch as rafe swings the door shut behind him. you glance again at the camera set up as he stands there in silence.

“y/n, right?” he questions.

“yeah.” you nod. “i… are you a gamer?” you wave your hand to the set up, hoping to play off your interest in it.

“no.” rafe simply says, crossing his arms, allowing his muscles to bulge. “i think you know exactly why i have that camera.” “am i that obvious?” you stare at your feet, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“your blush gave you away.” rafe says, and you feel your cheeks heat even more. rafe takes a cautious step forward, placing his finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look him in the eye. “you know, i had the biggest crush on you in high school.” “really?” you question, not able to hold back your smile.

“mhm. i would be embarrassed to tell you if you didn’t watch me jerk off on livestream.” rafe says, and you can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you.

“can i kiss you?” rafe asks, making you cut off your laughter as you quickly nod. rafe connects your lips, gentle at first until you start to respond. the second you kiss back, rafe attacks your mouth with his own, showing his desperation as his hands pull you against his body.

“rafe.” you moan, tossing your head back as he ghosts his lips against your jaw before sliding down your neck, sticking his tongue out to taste your skin.

“i want you.” rafe says, pushing his hips against you to show how serious he is. you moan at his impressive length pressing against you as his teeth nip at your sensitive skin.

“you can have me.” you whisper, tugging on his hair to bring his mouth back against yours. you let rafe move your body towards his bed, not disconnecting from the kiss as you both lay down, rafe hovering on top of you as you begin to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders so you can touch the chest and abs you’ve spent so long lusting over.

rafe turns to the side so he’s also laying down, using both his hands to grab your chest, massaging your tits as you moan into his mouth, hooking one leg over his hips and pulling yourself into him, grinding your core directly against his swelling length.

rafe rips the front of your dress down, letting your bare tits spill free. rafe pulls away from the kiss to glance down, a cocky smirk coming to his face when he realizes you went braless.

“gotta get my mouth on these.” rafe mumbles, sliding down the bed as he grabs your boob, wrapping his lips around your nipple and giving it a harsh suck. you moan and feel another rush of wetness coming, and you know your panties are shamefully wet.

“rafe, oh my god, that’s so good.” you praise him, completely forgetting about sarah and the party going on outside of the bedroom.

rafe flicks his tongue over your now completely hardened nipple before moving to the other side of your chest, giving that nipple just as much attention.

“god, take this dress off baby.” rafe rips himself away from your skin like it pains him to do so, sliding off the bed. you watch while taking off your dress as he unbuttons and slides his pants off, leaving his underwear on.

you toss your dress to the floor, leaving you only in a tiny pair of panties. you didn’t think anything would happen tonight, but you were completely prepared anyways, every inch of your body shaved as well as lathered in your best smelling lotion.

“wanna fuck you so bad.” rafe groans, watching as you smile and spread your legs, bearing your core to him. he grabs his cock through his underwear, giving it as a squeeze to calm himself as he climbs onto the bed.

you expect him to kiss you, but he stops between your legs and drops to his stomach.

you moan before he even touches your skin, just the thought of his mouth on your pussy. his finger trails over your thigh, tracing nonsensical patterns until he reaches your underwear.

“so wet.” he purrs, pressing down over your entrance, feeling the slick underwear squelch under the pressure.

“fuck, please.” you whine, undulating your hips to give yourself some relief.

“gotta get these off.” rafe tugs at your panties, and you hold your legs up and together for him to take them off and toss them across the room before spreading them wide again.

“god, fucking gorgeous.” rafe moans, not giving you any time to think before burying his head in between your thighs, letting his tongue run over every inch of your pussy except for your clit, always keeping some distance to tease you.

you throw your head back in pleasure when his tongue presses against your hole, easily being granted entrance from how turned on you are. rafe fucks his tongue into you repeatedly, flicking it inside of you to feel as much of your walls as he can.

“you’re delicious.” rafe says, the vibrations of his words being felt against your skin.

“more.” you beg, hoping rafe will understand what you need, but the devious look in his eyes tells you that you’re not going to get what you want that easily.

he lets his wide tongue out of his mouth, licking large stripes through your folds, stopping just short of your clit every time. he continues as you squirm underneath him, feeling your clit pulse with need.

“she’s so puffy.” rafe laughs, teasing you as he leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your clit before continuing his licking motions.

“fuck, i need it, come on.” you beg, reaching your hand down to grip onto rafes hair, fisting it in your hands but making sure not to pull.

“mmm, what do you do when you watch my streams? how do you touch yourself? show me.” rafe commands. you let go of his hair and move your fingers to your pussy, wetting your fingers in your slick before you shove two of them at the same time into your hole.

“i always pictured it was your fingers.” you admit, moving faster.

“did you always know it was me?” rafe asks, watching your movements in fascination, but he stops you when you reach for your clit.

“no.” you shake your head. “only after the voice reveal.”

“ahh.” rafe nods. “i would have done it way sooner if i knew it would lead to finally getting you in my bed.”

you smile at the praise, eyes fluttering closed, and the second your vision is fully black, rafe launches forward, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly.

you raise your hips up into his face, continuing to fuck yourself on your fingers as your orgasm rushes over your body, shaking with pleasure as rafe continues to play with your clit as you come down from your high.

“oh my god that was good.” your hips lower, and rafe pulls away to rub at your thighs while your breathing starts to return to normal.

“if only all your fangirls could see us now.” you laugh.

“they can.” rafe presses a kiss to your thigh, moving back up your body. “i would love to fuck you on live.”

you feel your stomach twist, part in nerves and part in excitement and showing off to all of the girls watching rafes anonymous streams that he’s claimed now, by you. even though no one will know who it is, you still feel like showing off your possessiveness.

“yes, please.” you say enthusiastically, making rafe pause.

“now? don’t you want our first time to be offline?” you love that rafe is so confident that this will not be the last time.

“it’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.” you admit. you never would have thought that you could be so comfortable in your body to show it off to thousands, but the way rafe is treating your body makes you feel so alive that you don’t even worry about it.

“fuck, yes. let me get it all set up.” rafe stands, but not before giving you a sweet kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

you watch as rafe turns the ring light on, pulling open the porn site on his laptop. he switches the camera on so you can see the angle without going live yet. you stand up once your legs have regained some strength, walking to stand behind rafe as he finishes setting up.

“come sit on my lap.” rafe sticks a thigh out for you, and you press your pussy into his thick muscle. “do you want me to mute us?”

you think for a moment. “mmm, no let them hear.”

“you couldn’t get any hotter.” rafe kisses your shoulder. “why don’t you stroke me and then if you decide you want to fuck on camera you can ride me?” “yeah.” you nod, making sure to keep your face completely out of the frame, admiring the way your tits are still shown, feeling sexy and powerful in this moment.

“hey everyone.” rafe addresses the audience as they slowly pour in, a lower viewership number than usual considering the spontaneous stream. “i have someone here to play with me today.”

he places a hand on your hip, giving you a squeeze of encouragement. the chair is turned slightly to the side so they can still see rafes crotch, hard in his underwear, as you sit on his spread thigh like you don’t weigh a thing.

you let yourself move naturally but keep one eye on the screen as you reach to rub your hand over rafes underwear, feeling every inch of him that you’ve spent the better part of the last year lusting after.

you stroke as the chat rolls in, smirking to yourself at the jealousy from some of the girls. you finally feel bolder and reach to pull rafes cock out of his underwear. he helps you by lifting his hips so you can tug it mostly down his thighs.

you turn on his thigh so you’re no longer straddling him, missing the pressure on your cunt but too focus on touching rafe to care as you perch yourself on his knee, now able to touch him with both hands.

you don’t waste any time teasing. you’ve wanted so long to wrap your hand around him and now that you finally do, you give him long strokes, using both hands.

“fuck, so good kitten.” rafe says, using the nickname he uses for his chat, but his eyes stay on you when you look up from his cock.

you lean in and give him a kiss, and while the viewers can’t see, they can certainly tell what is happening as you flick your thumb across the tip of his cock. rafe moans into your mouth in a vulnerable moment, letting you take complete control.

you dominate the kiss, knowing you only are because rafe is allowing you to. you drop one hand to play with his balls, feeling his thigh briefly clench underneath you how willingly you toy with his balls.

“still doing okay?” rafe whispers, quiet enough to not be picked up by the microphone.

“yeah. wanna ride you.” you respond, looking down at his cock, knowing there’s no way to suck him off on camera without your identity being revealed, so you’ll have to save that for another time.

“fuck, yes.” rafe groans as you continue to stroke him. “i’m clean.”

you instantly get the implication, a smile gracing your lips. “me too and i’m on birth control.”

“ride me then.” rafe presses his lips against yours, and you regrettably have to let go of his cock as you turn to face rafe, placing your knees on the chair on either side of him. you turn to check that you’re in a good position for the camera as you hold onto his cock, sinking down onto him.

you let yourself go slowly, reading over the chat to distract you from the slight stretch, eyes widening when you realize how many more people have joined the livestream, now being watched by almost 15,000 people.

“god, your pussy feels so fucking good, kitten.” rafe moans, loud enough for everyone to hear.

you turn back to face rafe as you sit down completely on his cock, putting your focus back on him as you start to raise and lower your hips, letting a few moans slip free as well. rafe lets you have control as you build yourself up, getting used to the motions and his cock inside of you.

“more.” you beg, and rafe knows exactly what you need, placing his hands on your hips and helping you move up and down.

you grip onto his shoulders, keeping your eyes locked together as he helps bounce you, moaning for each other and for the audience as you clench your cunt around him, hoping it brings rafe to the edge quicker considering how quickly you’re already desperate for another orgasm just from the feel of his cock inside of you.

“so fucking good, i’ve imagined this for so long.” rafe says, and you’re still surprised, even though he did confess his crush you never realized how serious it was, now regretting not going to more parties after high school and missing out on all of this.

rafe gives your ass a gentle tap, his eyes on yours as he asks for permission. you nod, knowing instantly what rafe is looking to do.

his hand connects harder with your ask, giving you a spanking. a red mark develops right in front of viewers eyes as he gives you a few more slaps.

your slow down in movement is noticeable, not being able to move as fast without rafes assistance, but it lets you feel every ridge of his cock as it rubs against you.

“fuck!” you moan as rafe moves one of his hands to rub your clit, his thumb swiping over your sensitive bud as you move, your hips slapping against his thighs as you ride him.

“i’m not gonna last.” rafe confesses, and you’re thankful because you’re about to cum as well.

“close.” you lean forward, using every last bit of energy you have to move quickly, forcing his cock as deep as possible when you feel him start to cum, wanting every last drop flooding your insides.

his release triggers your own as you moan, resisting the urge to say his name as your pussy pulsates around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head at the pure ecstasy moving through your body.

“good girl.” rafe praises, rubbing your back as you rest your head against his shoulder. he is careful when pulling you off his cock to move slowly, knowing how much abuse your pussy just went through.

he holds your hips up to the camera, letting the viewers watch as his cum slides out of your hole in dollops. rafe lowers you down onto his lap, ending the livestream without as much as saying goodbye.

you go to sit up, still breathing heavily, but rafe stops you from moving too quickly and overthinking what just happened. “i’ve got you.” he whispers, pressing his lips into your hair.

you smile, letting all of your worries go, until you hear a sudden knock at the door, making both of you jump.

“hey, uhh rafe-” you recognize the voice as topper, one of rafes friends. “were you planning on making an appearance at your own party?” “oh shit, i completely forgot i was having a party.” he says to you before turning towards the door. “be right out!” he shouts for topper to here.

rafe turns to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i’ve got to show off my new girl.”

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yoru-no-seiiki · 1 year ago

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DOG BLOOD （狗血）

YANDERE! PROTAGONIST x SADISTIC! LOVE INTEREST! READER

tw/cw: everyone’s gender is up to interpretation. dddne, yandere themes, violence, suggestive content

but what if you were never the villain, but a love interest.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN FROM ALL MY POSTS!! LEAVE OR I WILL BLOCK!!

CASSIEL was a bored, lonely person. Through countless of timelines and people they’ve been with, none have piqued their interest in the slightest.

Even you.

But as a love interest, it was your job to keep them well — interested. Engaged. Entertained by the thought of romancing you.

But they never did.

They always ended up completing the game without touching a single person. Not any of the romancable options nor even the concubines offered to them in their conquests. A solitary existence.

You could only smile as a façade to hide your frustrations, as in some timelines they saw it fit to kill you.

“You . . . “

Your lines were as followed,

‘You can use me however you’d like.’

You said it at least a hundred times now. Your diction, tone, gestures were always perfectly replicated. It was the one line you could say that didn’t result in a horrific torture and death.

But this time, you felt nothing. Fear left you long ago. What was the point of being careful when you knew every outcome of every action and decision?

“You’re bored are you not?”

Cassiel’s head swiveled so quickly you were almost worried it would come right off.

You did the same thing you always did. You climbed their lap. Your hand around atop shoulders. Your face next to their ear.

In many other lifetimes, it’d end with them shoving you off. Maybe even, breaking your legs before outright killing you.

And yet this time it was as different. Stiff.

Your pointer finger grazes across their jaw, to their lips, and then their nose bride as you studied their beautifully crafted features. The protagonist was the Gods’ favorite after all, you never truly had the opportunity to savor that perfectly sculpted face.

“Lie down, be good, and we can have some fun. Shall we, your highness?”

The night was long. The two of you were inexperienced, but you weren’t about to let go of such an opportunity — your stamina be damned.

Adrenaline carried you throughout the night. Their highness’s wet eyelashes and swollen lips were another point of motivation. As they came undone underneath you several times, it all ended when curiosity took hold of you once more and your hands reached their throat.

And you squeezed. Wrenched all the air out of their throat.

Finally, a familiar sight greets you as the world collapses. Because what would it be without its protagonist?

[ RESET COMPLETE : BEGINNING CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOAD ]

You awoke again, back to the same place and time. Your eyes flicked to your hands.

Your heart fluttered.

You reached climax after climax with the royal. The protagonist you sought after for what felt like hundreds and thousands of years.

But nothing felt better than the moment you ended their life instead. The power you felt. You were utterly drunk on it.

In any case, after that event, you slowly began realized how soft the protagonist truly was. The conqueror of the world melted like a puddle when you took the charge, and almost evaporated when you’d coddle or pamper them afterwards.

You also slowly began to realize how much more you needed to get that high once more. Simply killing them wasn’t enough. You wanted them to feel betrayed. You wanted them to scream in horror once you flayed them alive. You wanted them to cry out in fear when you’d chase them down and re-create those times when they’d torture you.

But then, you would catch a smile here and there. In moments where it wasn’t supposed to exist. Cassiel moaning during the times you’d cut open his arms in an attempt to study their body’s anatomy better wasn’t something the pleased you at all. It took away the pleasure of your hobby. The joy you’d receive when you had them to play within your hands. The ecstasy of being the one to bring about pain to your torturer’s favorite.

“Stop making sounds you’re distracting me.”

“My . . . hah . . . apologies. It just feels . . . amazing.”

You paused. Your movements frozen as your mind processed what they just said.

Tch. Turn-off.

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persephone-writes · 7 months ago

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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter One: The Omen

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Two ☆ Series Masterlist

Series Description: Being friends with Lily Evans was difficult when you were head over heels for her ex-boyfriend James. Your problems are only made worse when you begin receiving ominous omens that point to a less than desirable future.

General Fic Warnings & Tags: Marauders era seventh year, female reader (she/her/miss/etc.), use of Y/N and L/N, readers appearance is not described other than her generally being able-bodied and larger than a house elf, at some point the reader smokes cigarettes/weed/drinks alcohol (don't smoke, kids), swearing typical of an 18 year old lol, canon-typical violence, dueling, and first wizarding war stuff, mentions of the readers mother and father, mentions of characters getting sick after drinking but no descriptions.

Notes: hey! so just a fair warning that this is a slow burn and the first couple of chapters in are particularly plot heavy. Also, this is cross posted on my ao3 if you want to give it a read there instead :) Also fuck JKR we support trans rights on this blog

Word Count: 4.3k

The near silence of the library was a welcomed escape from the busy corridors and lively Common Room, which was always packed just after classes ended. Tomorrow was Friday and Gryffindor was playing a quidditch match this weekend, meaning your chance to have any amount of free time in the coming days relied heavily on some Thursday night cramming. At the heavy wooden table tucked between tall rows of books, you and Remus worked quietly. It was one of the rare times you were alone together, and his aura of calm placidity was exactly what you needed at the moment.

Despite your intentions of studying, the papers strewn out in front of you were beginning to give you a headache. If you were somewhere with a more lenient volume policy, you would’ve groaned rather dramatically in utter frustration or banged your head against the table top. It had been a long time since you’ve been this lost on an assignment, a Divination assignment, no less. Your eyes kept pulling away from the three different books laid before you, running instead along the dark shelves and bumpy leather spines. It was a treat when one of them flew from its place, skirting out of your nook and down the aisle in a blur of solid color.

You both had gotten one and a half lovely, serene hours of uninterrupted study time before your mutual friend came around the corner, plopping down suddenly in the seat beside you. Your daydreams were interrupted, replaced by an even better distraction. James smiled brightly at you, curly brown hair in a heap on top of his head. You couldn’t help but grin back, his pleasantness infectious even when you were in a sour mood.

“Hello,” you said, forgetting your work completely.

He returned your greeting before frowning at Remus over his complete lack of acknowledgment upon his arrival.

“What's got you so focused?” he whispered, glancing down at the parchment that Remus was writing on.

“Transfiguration,” he answered, still engrossed and only half listening. James shot him a funny look which caused you to stifle a laugh, though Remus was unamused.

“I can see you, you know,” he drawled.

James snickered quietly, attempting to keep up a his newfound facade as a serious student, lest he ruin his impeccable reputation.

“Why’re you slumming it here with us?” you asked James, your head coming to rest in your hand as you turned to face him. His wire-rimmed glasses began to fall, so he pushed them back up onto the bridge of his nose.

“He should be here to study,” Remus added, finally smirking to himself. James rolled his eyes, throwing his arms over the back of his chair.

“Can’t even pay your friends a visit anymore, I see.” He tipped his chair back on two legs, dangerously close to falling. After a moment of careful balancing, he returned all four legs to the floor where they belonged, his head lulling onto his shoulder. “Sirius ditched me to run off with Seraphina, and Peter and Marlene are joining forces on Herbology.”

Seraphina was Sirius’s most recent belle, but no one thought it would last much longer. She didn’t like that he smoked and he detested her revulsion to it. Before his date with her last weekend, he had to wash his hair twice and use far too much cologne, which gave everyone around him an awful headache. This may be the couple's last hoorah, as you had been with Sirius not three hours ago, each of you puffing smoke out of the window of an empty classroom.

“Why don’t you help?” you asked, referring to Peter and Marlene.

“Peter says I’m mean when I help,” answered James with a shrug.

“How awful,” you teased, watching as a large green book shot out of the shelf over Remus’ head, whipping left down the aisle. It was true that sometimes James couldn’t understand that things didn’t come so easy to everyone. Once, you had stupidly asked him for his help in DADA. Never again.

“That's all right,” James began again, “With those gits ditching me, you’re my new favorite. Not Remus, of course. He won’t give me enough attention.”

You hated when he did that: made you feel special. He couldn’t possibly be serious, as it was simply the perfect opportunity to take a dig at his friend. But Godric, did you want it to be true. Until now you had done a very good job at projecting a casual air about yourself, protecting your feelings behind a mask of mild indifference. You tried your best to regain what was left of your resolve, cracked by his stupid joke and the way he was looking so handsome today. It was criminal, really, an Azkaban level offense. You wanted to slap that lovely, teasing smile from his face and throw him under the invisibility cloak. Begrudgingly, you laughed, Remus snorting as he continued to scratch away with his quill.

“Oh, and I wasn’t before?” you said, hopefully hiding your fancy.

James rolled his eyes again, thankfully not having noticed anything out of the ordinary. You must’ve been an excellent actress, or James was an extraordinary friend, because he never seemed to catch on no matter how badly you slipped up. You weren’t sure if things were easier or harder when Lily was always hanging off his arm. Godric, had that been a tough eight months.

James then changed the subject to something less threatening to your long-held secret, much to your relief, “I’ve been running over some new maneuvers with the team. It’s taking some of the younger ones a bit to get the hang of, but we’re looking good. I don’t think Hufflepuff has a chance on Saturday.”

“That's great,” you whispered.

“Sirius came up with some of it, worked on it all day last Sunday with me. We’re calling it the Grumblesnad–”

James went on to explain, or attempt to explain, the rather complicated plays he and Sirius had invented. Half of the technical jargon you did not understand, though you were able to catch the gist. He seemed so eager to tell you that you refrained from stopping him too often, wanting to watch his eyes light up and hands wave mindlessly. You enjoyed when he was like this, entranced by his own excitement, unburdened and utterly content.

Soon after James had finished his animated explanation of the Grumblesnad, it was just about time for dinner. The sun had gone down around an hour ago, leaving the library to be lit only by the large lamps hanging upon the walls. Although the room was warm and glowing, begging you to stay just a while longer, your hunger was beginning to get to you. You and Remus packed up your things, throwing all three of your Divination books into your bag. Remus held a thick, wide tome, the cover decorated with tangled vines and pale purple flowers.

“You guys go on without me,” he said, propping up the book in the crook of his elbow like the pose of a marble statue. “I’ve got to check this out.”

Remus walked past you and James to head down the labyrinthine aisles with another word, you and James following behind. You each left the library together, Remus promising again that he’d catch up.

Your journey was in silence for a while, James’s shoes clicking against the stone floor like a metronome. There were many other students heading your same direction, a few first or second years whizzing past in a fit of laughter. You smiled at the memory of your first few years at Hogwarts, remembering for the first time in a while that you’d be leaving here for good in a matter of months. You had been so shy at first, clinging to Lily like she was a buoy out in the ocean. Severus had done the same, though as the years went on he seemed to shrivel a bit, slinking back into the shadows while Lily moved farther into the light. She had dragged you along with her, practically forcing you to be friends with those who had remained acquaintances for the better part of five years. For this, you would always be eternally grateful.

You were pulled from your shameless reminiscing when James reached out for the strap of your bag, taking it from you before you could do anything about it.

“What’re you doing?” you asked as he threw it over his shoulder, adjusting the strap a bit.

“Godric, this thing is heavy,” he said, making a show if it dragging him down towards the floor. You laughed, soon beginning to play with your tie, not knowing what else to do with your hands.

“You don’t have to carry it for me,” you said softly, feeling rather bad. Now, each of his shoulders was carrying its own load, yours unburdened.

He shook his head immediately, curls flopping against his forehead.

“I don’t mind,” he said, brushing it off as if it were nothing at all. “Besides, you’ll end up falling to the dungeons carrying this thing.”

You bit your tongue so that you wouldn’t tell him how kind he was, how much he made you into someone rather witless. You dropped your hands, swinging them a few times before they met behind your back. It was getting worse. You could tell by the way you had to keep on reminding yourself to act like a normal person, constantly having to make sure you weren't letting anything on. It was difficult to pinpoint when this change occurred, though knowing the exact date and time wouldn't really do you much good in the end. Something in you was breaking, and it scared you shitless.

“But really," James said, holding onto the strap of your bag, "what do you have in this?”

You shrugged. “Just some books, a few boulders thrown in for good measure.”

He shoved you lightly on the shoulder, throwing you slightly off kilter. You giggled, cringing at yourself as you did. Soon you could see the large doors to the Great Hall up ahead, and you ran over to them. You then made a show of opening one for him, waiting patiently for him to catch up. He smiled, and you were glad to have put it there.

“Just trying to return the favor,” you said, laughing when he passed you, feigning displeasure.

He handed you back your bag as you parted ways, you heading over to your side of the table near Lily, him with the other Marauders. Walking down the aisle, you let out a silent sigh of blissful relief, having mostly rid yourself of him for the time being. No matter how much you enjoyed his company, it was an awful amount of work acting nonchalant, particularly when he kept being so nice. It was always better when you were in a group and he was forced to split his attention between multiple parties. Currently, mealtimes were becoming your new favorite.

As you sat down in your usual spot between Lily and Marlene, you plopped your bag down on floor behind you, which landed with a heavy thud. Lily glanced over her shoulder to look at it.

“Godric, what’s in that thing?”

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The fire in the Common Room popped, sending a flurry of orange sparks into the alcove of the stone hearth. Most had settled in for the night, filling the room with a steady stream chatter and scratching quills. James and Sirius sat across from each other at one of the small tables in the back doing schoolwork, Lily and Peter beside them playing a game of wizards chess. You and Remus were reading in two of the large armchairs, you with a muggle novel borrowed from Lily.

Sirius's elbows were resting on the table, his head in his hands and mouth slightly agape. He shook his head a bit, eyes wide as he started down at his papers.

“Do you think Professor Vector dreams in Arithmancy, or it’s just a hobby?”

You looked up from your book, noticing Sirius’s paper covered with exed out numbers and messily written notes. He still wore his uniform, though his tie was undone and the top two buttons of his shirt, which was growing wrinkled, had been opened. Lily's head popped up from where it was turned down towards her game, which she was currently winning. She leaned over to peer at his paper the best she could.

“What’s the matter?” she asked kindly. Sirius only gave her a glance before looking at James, who was stifling a laugh.

“It’s your fault,” said Sirius, scoffing at his friend’s continued chortling. “You forced me to take it third year. Should’ve been like Wormtail and gone the easy route.”

You all knew he was lying, for despite all his bitching and moaning, Sirius was just as bright as James. He’d complain endlessly about Arithmancy just as he had done last year when he convinced himself he’d flunk the O.W.L, in which he ultimately scored an O. Once and a while he might even brood over such fears, tucking himself away in a dark corner of the library to study, fighting off a great deal of unnecessary anxiety.

“Hey!” Peter piped up at the mention of his name, especially due to its use in such an offending fashion. Lily made an excellent move, snagging one of his knights. Peter groaned in frustration, momentarily distracted.

“Divination is a valuable subject, one that is often overlooked by certain individuals,” you defended, glaring at Sirius before offering Peter a much needed smile.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Sirius said, flicking his head to get the hair out of his eyes. You shrugged, turning back to your book. “You’re only saying that ‘cause you’re good at it,” he grumbled, looking back down at his papers to concentrate on the confusing array of seemingly nonsensical numbers.

“Doesn’t take much,” said Remus from his armchair, legs curled up like a pretzel. Now you were grumbling, mumbling something about his “Stupid E in Ancient Runes.”

James began screwing the cap back on his inkwell, gathering his parchment into a neat pile before him. Lily and Peter had turned back to their game, Peter taking an awfully long while contemplating his next move. He finally made one, taking out one of her rooks.

“How’d your fish thing go?” James asked, looking between you and Peter. Your most recent Divinations project, which you had been working on in the library, involved Ichthyomancy, or the helpful power of fish in the prediction of one's fortune. You were to carefully observe the fish of the Great Lake for a few hours during a “completely and utterly random time of day!” and attempt to read your fortune for the coming weeks.

Peter sighed heavily at the mention of the project, sinking further into his chair. Lily was still glancing at the game board, twirling a lock of auburn hair between her fingers.

“Well…” said Peter, somewhat sniveling.

“Not having any luck?” you asked. “No pun intended.”

Peter sighed again, shaking his head. “Just when I think I’ve got something, they all seem to swim away. I think I’m repelling them or something.”

“Not surprising,” said Sirius, still focused on his own work.

“You should be studying,” Remus reminded him, to which Sirius surprisingly obeyed. If anyone could get Sirius to do something, it was Remus. It was if he possessed an ancient form of magic no one else knew.

“How about you,” James asked. “You said you were coming along swimmingly the other day.” You could tell he was rather proud of himself for that one from the look on his face, eyes glancing between the others as if to see if anyone else noticed. Any other time you would have readily appeased him and laughed, but all your willingness to jest had drained from you the moment he asked the question.

“Well…” you began, echoing Peter. You weren’t sure if you wanted to bring it up just yet, though you didn’t want to lie either. Your head fell back against the chair as you let out a small, crippled noise. “I thought I was, but then today in the library I was trying to cross reference the meaning, but I’m getting all these odd readings.”

“Like what?” Lily inquired, moving a piece on the board. Peter let out a breath of relief when all of his pieces remained safe.

“The first thing I saw right when I got out there was a school of eight orange fish heading with the current, due north. So, that's obviously unbridled joy. ”

“ Obviously ,” mumbled Remus.

You rolled your eyes and continued, “Then, there were twelve pink ones heading across, due west, not with or against the current. However, another joined in–”

“Oh,” said Lily, catching the meaning. Peter nodded in acknowledgment as well.

“Yeah, so heartache. But, that's not even the worst of it. After a few hours with nothing much happening, I spotted a red and purple fish amongst a school of white,” you trailed off, watching Lily’s face contort in confusion, her hands coming up to the arms of her chair.

“You’re kidding!”

James perked up, glancing between each of you, who like Peter didn’t seem to have a clue what any of it meant. Remus and Sirius had now been fully roused, book and schoolwork forgotten.

“What? What?” James asked, though neither you nor Lily replied soon enough for his liking. “Come on, what is it? What's so bad about a red and purple fish?”

Lily swallowed, turning to James. “Red and purple is bad. ”

“Really bad,” you added.

“Did you catch how many white ones were in the school?” Lily inquired.

“No, I’d guess around ten, but I can’t be sure.” You shot her a pained, slightly terrified expression, knowing the less white fish the better. Ten or so was not a good sign.

Lily sighed and all fell silent for a beat, the once easy atmosphere becoming tense and suffocating. You heard Peter picking at a loose thread on his seat.

“What does it mean?” James asked.

Lily answered, speaking slowly and with great purpose, “Well, in isolation, it can predict a discovery of sorts, though accompanied by so many of the white-” she faltered, eyes dancing to yours.

“It would seem to indicate a total loss of innocence,” you finished. Sirius perked, casting you an impish smirk.

“A loss of innocence?” he repeated, slow and so bloody irritating . “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Not that kind of innocence,” Lily corrected.

“It’s more like a complete change in worldview, like witnessing the death of a loved one,” you explained. Again came silence, Peter pursing his lips and lowering his head like a vigil for your fate.

“But, uh–” James stammered, “you said you also got signs of ‘unbridled joy.’ How can you have that and the death of a loved one?”

“I said like the death of a loved one.”

“That doesn’t change anything.” The intensity of his worry was blinding. You figured he had a lot of practice between Remus and Sirius.

“I don’t know how they’re supposed to connect. That’s why I’m so confused over it.” You turned to Lily. “Do you have any clue? Any at all?”

Lily sat deep in thought, a hand coming to her face. She rubbed down her cheek, her foot beginning to tap on the carpet. “No,” she said sadly, “I don’t. I’m sorry.”

Before you had told anyone, you were easily able to brush it off as no big deal. Now, with your friend’s tensed jaws and pitying glances, your fears had been confirmed. You began to loathe yourself for drawing so much attention towards your problems, wishing that Lily would do something to hide her increasing concern. You didn't like seeing her like this, nor any of the others for that matter. Remus shifted around so he could sit properly in his chair, slipping a bookmark into the pages of his novel and tossing it aside.

“Does it have to be bad, per se?” he asked.

From the corner of your eye, you saw James running a finger along the neck of his sweater.

“I don’t think so," you said finally, "but I’m not sure what sort of prediction I could make based on what I’ve been able to gather. I have joy, heartache, and a loss of innocence. When I just had the joy and heartache, I thought that maybe something bad would happen that turned out to be good in the end, or that something good would turn out to be bad. There’s a million options for that, I could have easily come up with a reading to turn in for class. But that bloody red and purple fish had to come along and spoil the whole thing.” You let out an exasperated sigh, guilty once again for your rant, although no one seemed annoyed with you. On the contrary, all appeared genuinely saddened by your strange omen.

“It can’t be that bad, whatever it is," said Lily. "You know how Divination can be sometimes. You get this awful omen and it turns out that you just break a quill or get the flu.” She leaned over towards you, face full of a profound compassion that she had worn for so many before. It reminded you of the way she used to look at Severus years ago before their falling out, when he appeared to her a small, shy kid in need of a friend. For a brief moment, your worries switched from the omen to the acute possibility you would one day be like him, mourning the loss of her friendship caused by your own betrayal towards her.

"She's right," Peter offered, giving what he could. You smiled, trying to match his and Lily's enthusiasm.

“I ought to owl my parents, make sure the house hasn’t collapsed,” you joked, though no one seemed to find it very funny.

James said your name, downtrodden and caring. “It’ll be all right, I’m sure of it.”

“You could always ask Professor Quattlebaum,” Peter suggested, voice lifting a bit.

After a moment you nodded slowly, taking a short breath through your nose. “I probably should, though it might take from my grade.”

“Or you could go fishing just kill the slimy thing,” Sirius said, making a much better attempt at brightening the mood than yours was. “That has to have some sort of effect.”

“Not really how it works, Sirius,” said Lily solemnly.

“James is right,” you began, your tone as brave as you could bear, “it’ll be fine. It’s probably like you said, Lily. It’ll turn out to be so silly, then we’ll have a good laugh over worrying about it so much.”

After brushing off a few more comments of concern, you all went back to working quietly, Remus devouring his book once more. You tried to do the same, but your eyes seemed to gloss over the words without reading them. Eventually, Lily won the game with Peter, though didn’t gloat over her victory. As the evening lengthened, students meandered out of the Common Room and to their dormitories. Sirius was the only one left with schoolwork to do, excusing himself to his room so he could “focus on the dumbest subject in history…besides Divination.”

“How studious!” James called out to him, watching as he ascended the staircase. Sirius threw up his middle finger, not looking back.

It wasn’t long after that you checked your wristwatch, noticing it getting late. You excused yourself to your room, the others likely heading to bed themselves sooner rather than later.

When you entered your dormitory, Marlene and Dorcas were laid out on their beds chatting. Dorcas had an impressive pile of candy in front of her: Chocolate Frogs, Dolly Beads, Caramel Cobwebs, Fizzing Whizbees, and various forms of glimmering marshmallows. Marlene reached across the space between their beds and grabbed a pink, rose shaped one, taking a large bite out of it.

“Oi!” Dorcas protested, though Marlene only laughed maniacally, leaning back against her headboard.

“Having yourselves a feast, I see,” you said to them, kicking off your shoes beside your bed.

“ Dorcas is having a feast,” Marlene drawled, “and being rather stingy, too.”

“You’re aware it’s a Thursday?” you said with a smile, glancing over your shoulder to see Dorcas open up a Chocolate Frog package.

“I’m aware,” she said, grabbing the leaping frog in record time. It squirmed a bit in an attempt to hop away before growing still. Dorcas took a bite of it, pulling out the collectable card from the box. "Ugh, Artemisia Lufkin again?"

When you emerged from the lavatory ready for bed, Lily had just walked into the room, untying her shoes by the door. You climbed into your four-poster, getting ready to draw the curtains when she came up to you, mouth pulled to one side.

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

You had unwisely hoped that nothing more would be said about your omen, now wishing more than ever you hadn't even brought it up to begin with. You couldn't think of a way she could help you any more than she already had, hating that she was likely racking her brain for solutions.

You nodded, smiling softly in an effort to ease her. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s like you said, it’ll turn out to be nothing.”

She nodded, her eyes drifting across your face before she gave you a small smile, turning to retrieve her own pajamas and leaving you to cocoon yourself in for the night. You pulled your curtains closed to the sound of Lily's footsteps creaking on an ancient floorboard.

End Notes: at any point in this series, if you notice something that should go under the warnings/tags, please let me know! The same goes for grammatical errors. this gal is dyslexic, so as Nick from New Girl so aptly put it, I'm not even sure if I know how to read, I've only just memorized a lot of words. Misspellings don't even look wrong to me lol

Chapter Two

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mellowswriting · 29 days ago

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to someone from a warm climate

pt. ii of it will come back

pairing || Joel Miller x fem!Reader

word count || 5.5k (!!!!!)

summary || Joel isn't the kind of man that can resist taking care of people. Especially you. (or, insomnia and a pulled muscle or two are nothing against the strength of Joel Miller's hands)

content || animal death (hunting), mentions of insomnia, idiots in love, Tommy Knows, Joel gives excellent massages, Joel's Big Hands, (and his big dick smh), SMUT, munch!Joel supremacy, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v sex, soft sweet possessive Joel my LOVE, he's handsy okay i adore him

a/n || had to let my heartbreak over S2E2 create something happy.

Joel Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Library blog

There is a quiet that falls over the town in those first hours after the sun rises. A hushed, pure tranquility that rivals any other. The soft sound of birdsong is the soundtrack to your morning ride, accented by the shift of leather with your horse’s every step. The snares have been bountiful this morning. Half a dozen rabbits are tucked away in your saddlebag, ready to be delivered to the guys in the kitchen.

Scout shifts beneath you, his nose sending fluffy snowflakes into the air as he searches for a snack beneath the snow. With a shift in the reins and a squeeze of your thighs, the pair of you head along a low ridge. A break in the trees offers you a breathtaking view of the vast mountain range. The snowcapped mountains and low-hanging clouds never fail to take your breath away. You’re about to head back down into the trees when you spot him - a huge mule deer meandering through the plain below.

You secure the reins to a nearby tree and trudge through the thick blanket of snow until you find a good spot to lie on your belly. The rifle is frigid against your cheek as you settle in for a shot so easy that it almost feels unfair. But winter is hard and a buck that size could feed a lot of hungry mouths back home. A stillness settles over you as you line up the shot. Muscle memory takes over; in the lull between breaths, your finger squeezes the trigger. The bullet enters just below the shoulder. The buck lurches and staggers a few futile steps before it falls a few yards away, staining the untouched snow crimson.

By the time you get the buck secured on Scout’s back, you’re soaked in sweat and the sun is high in the sky, still lurking behind the clouds. Every inch of your body aches. A particular stiffness has made its home in your legs and back, the kind that only comes from straddling a horse for hours on end. Hauling yourself up into the saddle with your weary arms is a herculean effort. You give Scout a grateful pat as the two of you begin the trek back to Jackson. Both of you deserve a good meal and some rest after all this hard work. You can feel the temptation of your bed calling your name.

The bright rays of the early morning sun finally spill onto the earth as the clouds dissipate. You lean back with a hum, eagerly soaking in the warmth. These little things are all that keep you sane in the crazy world you’ve found yourself living in. A sunny day, some hot tea with a little honey, soft blankets to wrap yourself up in at night - and maybe the company of a good man. Your face warms even more at the thought of him.

Joel Miller, the infamous eldest Miller brother, who may not be as cold as he makes himself out to be. Only a few days have passed since you coaxed him into your home in those early morning hours. You haven’t been able to get him off your mind since. His mere presence tugs at your very core, a siren song of stolen glances and secret smiles. The way he wants you leaves you breathless. It’s irrevocable in its wholeness and hunger, a little intimidating in its intensity. It should unnerve you; instead, you find yourself returning it wholeheartedly. You’ve learned the hard way to hold tight to any joy this world lets you have.

The walls of Jackson creep into view before you realize how much time has passed. The sound of those massive wooden gates groaning open sends relief washing over you. With a nudge of your heels at Scout’s sides, the two of you head for the mess hall at a slight jog. All you want is to drop off the game and collapse onto your couch for a long nap.

Those thoughts drift away at the sight of Joel and Tommy making their way down the dirt road. That one glimpse is all your one-track mind needs to be right back on Joel. His head turns sharply as you call out his name and you wave your hand in the air to draw his eye. You can tell the exact moment he realizes it's you - he does a double-take and his broad shoulders draw back as he straightens his posture. Even from this distance, you can see the smile on his face. You can’t help but return it.

Tommy lets out a whistle as they draw closer. “Someone’s been busy!”

“I couldn’t get back to sleep thing morning, so I checked the snares early.” You admit with a shrug. “I might have gotten a little lucky on the way back.”

“A little? This thing’s gotta be… what, two hundred pounds?” The pure admiration in Tommy’s voice makes your face heat up. The surge of pride warms you against the cold.

“Probably more if my strained back is any proof.” You chuckle as you unhook your left foot from the stirrup.

Tommy moves as if to help you down, but Joel steps in with a quiet, “I’ve got her.” You slip your hand into his and Joel eases you onto your feet. His other hand comes to rest on your lower back, his touch lingering as you stretch and shake out your stiff limbs. You don’t miss the knowing look Tommy gives you both, but all you can focus on his the weight of Joel’s hand against you.

“Ya alright?” He murmurs. You can just barely feel his thumb caressing your back through the thick material of your coat. A small, soothing motion that makes you want to melt into him.

“I’m okay. Just a little tired.” You reassure him softly, leaning into his touch without thinking about it. He offers you that small smile you adore. “I need to get this all taken care of but… Maybe we can catch up after if you aren’t busy.”

Tommy interrupts before Joel can even open his mouth, telling you that you’ve done more than enough heavy lifting for one morning. You know better than to press the issue - no amount of arguing can ever change that stubborn man’s mind. Tommy slings an arm over Joel’s shoulder and jostles him with a playful grin. “Go on and take care of your girl, big brother.”

There’s no denying the flush of heat that rushes up your neck and cheeks. Joel’s girl. Your teeth sink into your lower lip in a vain attempt to hide the smile it brings. Joel shoves his little brother’s arm off and glares at him in return, but he isn’t fooling anyone. The rosy color that tints his cheeks and the tips of his ears suits him, you think. Joel pulls your hand up into the crook of his arm and leads you down the road toward your house. You don’t have to look to know Tommy is watching, probably with that same grin and a twinkle in his eye.

The two of you walk in comfortable silence and you take a moment to appreciate how he looks in the morning sun. Even though he’s squinting against the brightness, you can see how the light transforms his pretty brown eyes. Warm and deep like the perfect cup of coffee on a lazy Sunday morning. You watch him, enraptured by the sight of his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

The crinkles around his eyes deepen as he directs his squinted gaze at you. “What are you starin’ for?”

“You’re handsome.” You say matter-of-factly.

Your smile only grows when he rolls his eyes, a vain attempt to hide how he preens under the compliment. He mutters something about ‘not needing to butter him up’ but he still walks a little taller nonetheless. The years seem to disappear in moments like this. His eyes shine a little brighter. The harsh clench of his teeth is easier to ease into a smile. You’ve watched the edge he carries start to soften these last few months in Jackson, something you remember all too well from that first strange year of adjusting.

Joel gives you a soft smile as you push open your front door and lead him inside. He makes himself right at home, not hesitating to hang up his coat and tuck his boots next to yours. With the heaviest layers discarded, you finally surrender to the urge to get your hands on him. Joel hums low in his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you tightly. You weren't the only one aching for a little comfort.

“Fuck, I'm so tired.” You grumble, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “I didn't realize just how bad it was until now.”

“You've been runnin' around all morning on no sleep, sweetheart.” His hands rub up and down your back soothingly. “I was thinking I could get a fire goin’ while you relax. I’ll even make some of that tea you like. How does that sound?”

Something in your chest loosens, a tension you didn’t realize you were carrying. Such thoughtfulness and kindness have been in short supply these last few years. You can count on one hand how many times someone has been so attentive. The simple act of being seen - you didn’t realize just how much you’ve missed it. It’s enough to have you like putty in the palm of his hands.

“That sounds perfect.” You say as you press up on your toes, your nose brushing his. “But I need a kiss first, Mr. Miller.”

Joel chuckles before he gives you exactly what you want, just a soft and sweet kiss. The warmth of his palm on your cheek brings back memories of that night. The way he tugged you into his lap. The heat of his tongue and teeth at your neck. The desperate curiosity of his hands exploring your body for the first time. The memory leaves you a little dazed and needy, warmth simmering low in your belly. Even this chaste kiss exposes how much you ache for him - your fingers curl into his flannel, keeping him close as your lips linger a hair's breadth apart. He gives you one last kiss before he pulls away.

“Go get comfortable, baby.” He says with a playful pat on your behind before disappearing into your kitchen.

It isn’t long before you find yourself curled up on the couch in your tank top and leggings with a steaming mug of tea in your hands. Another mug waits on the coffee table as Joel tosses some wood into the fireplace. You indulge yourself in the sight he makes kneeling on the hardwood. The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up past his elbow to expose his forearms. His eyebrows draw together in focus as he patiently coaxes a flame from the dry wood. Warmth curls through the room as the fire catches and spreads across the logs and twigs. He stands with a small groan and stretches, the hem of his shirt riding up to expose his soft belly.

A small smirk crosses his face when he sees you watching him so eagerly. Joel snags his mug and settles in next to you, welcoming you into his arms with ease. The two of you talk about the last few days - your hunting, his construction projects, the smallest ins and outs of the time not spent together. The rumble of his chest relaxes you even more than the tea ever could. His palm strokes along your shoulder and arm absentmindedly as he listens to you rant about the latest spat with your neighbor.

“She swears up and down that my bedroom light keeps her up all night. She even complained to Maria about it!” You’ve sat up straight at this point, your hands waving about as you speak. “Joel. My bedroom doesn’t even face her house!”

“That woman could start a fight in an empty house. Can’t take anything she says to heart.” Joel scoffs, his voice laced with irritation. You can’t help but laugh at the genuine exasperation in his voice. “What? You can’t tell me she isn’t a massive pain in the ass.”

“No, she definitely is.” You say as you sit up to get a good look at him. “I just missed you and your southern-isms is all.”

“My ‘southern-isms’?” He teases. His eyes flick down to your lips before meeting your gaze once more. “Is that all you missed?”

“Hmmm,” You hum in faux contemplation as you lean closer, your fingers toying with the buttons of his flannel. “Maybe not all I missed…”

Joel doesn’t hesitate. His calloused hand cups your jaw and he pulls you into a kiss. His tongue glides along the seam of your lips and you part them without pause. Joel groans as your tongue meets his, sitting up until he practically looms over you. His other hand falls to your waist and tightens as if to trap you there. As if you could imagine ever trying to break free of him. Kissing Joel is as easy as breathing - a natural, aching need that you’re sure would kill you if not sated.

You slowly undo the buttons of his flannel until the soft material falls down his shoulders, quickly shoved off by Joel’s intent hands. It’s so easy to fall into him, to lean into his warmth and lose yourself in his touch. The day’s pains fade as his hand drifts down to your neck, his thumb resting on the hinge of your jaw. A cavernous wanting cracks open in your chest, something you have been resisting for far too long. You press closer, intent on climbing your way into his lap and carrying on right where you last left off -

Something sharp and painful twists in your back, protesting the way you lean over him. A pained sound filters through your gritted teeth and Joel pulls back, concern written all over his face. You try to brush it off and draw him back to you, but he isn’t having it. He doesn’t have to voice the question for you to know the question that lingers in his eyes.

“I just strained my back a little, it’s okay.” You reassure him, your hand brushing his stubbled cheek. “You don’t need to worry. I promise.”

He studies you for a moment, something unknown blooming in his gaze. “How about a massage?”

Part of you wants to argue that you're fine, that you just want to keep kissing him until you lose all sense - but you can't resist the allure of those strong hands on your body. Joel moves the coffee table out of the way and turns to find you tugging your tank top off. You never thought you could feel irresistible in just a sports bra and leggings, but the way Joel’s gaze lingers… the man looks like he could eat you alive. His eyes never leave you as you stretch out on the fluffy rug that lies in front of the fireplace. The heat of the fire feels like heaven against your bare skin. Your breath catches as he straddles your hips, careful not to press too much of his weight into you.

His voice is low in your ear. “Where does it hurt, baby?”

“My shoulders and my lower back.” You reply, trying your best not to sound as breathless as you feel.

Joel gets right to it. His hands find the base of your neck first, carefully kneading the knots out of your muscles. The tension slowly begins to melt away under his firm, methodical touch. It's the perfect kind of ache, right on the cusp of pain but so damn good at the same time. He takes his time, lavishing every inch of your shoulders with attention. Every firm press of his fingers draws a pleased groan from your lips. A shiver wracks your body as the pain is replaced with a warm pulse of relief.

“Oh my god…” You groan as you bury your face in your arms.

“How ya feelin’?” He murmurs.

“Good,” You damn near sound drunk. “So good.”

Joel chuckles low in his throat as he shifts to your lower back. It would be impossible to miss the tightness in your muscles. The worst of the pain lingers there - but it's no match for Joel’s strong hands. The sounds you make are downright pornographic. You haven't felt this relaxed in years. Joel's fingers dig in harder with every little sound you make, his breath becoming shaky. The effect you have on him is so painfully clear and you just know you're already addicted to it.

His hands come to rest at the small of your back, his thumbs tracing arcs along your skin. His fingertips dip just beneath the waistband of your leggings. The soft touch tickles, makes you shift beneath him and… oh. You can just barely feel his cock straining against the thick denim of his jeans. Joel draws in a breath through clenched teeth, his fingers digging harder into your flesh.

“I bet your legs are achin’, too.” There's a gruffness in his voice that hides beneath that faux contemplation. His huge palms squeeze the back of your thighs, his thumbs pressed so close to your core. “Aren't they, darlin’?”

It takes a moment for the realization to surface in your blissed-out mind - he's asking for permission. You grant it without a second thought.

“Mhmm,” You hum indulgently, shifting your hips beneath him. “Gonna take care of me, cowboy?”

Joel pushes his hand between your thighs and palms your cunt through your leggings. He draws in a shuddering breath. “I always take care of my girl.”

You arch into the touch with a whimper of his name. That’s the only encouragement he needs to manhandle you onto your back. The two of you work in tandem with impatient, fumbling hands to tug away the few layers of clothes that still separate you. You manage to strip him down to his briefs before Joel grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, leaving you flat on your back beneath him. Vulnerable in the most enticing, aching way. His tongue flicks out along his bottom lip as he takes in the way you look beneath him, all that skin finally bared to his greedy gaze.

Joel doesn’t give you long to admire him before he slinks down your body, his eyes never leaving yours. You spread your legs further, little murmurs of ‘yes, yes, yes’ falling from your lips in an endless stream of pleas. There’s no room to feel ashamed of your desperation. You’re too consumed with the need to feel that sinful tongue right where you need it most - and Joel is nothing if not a giver. His shaky exhale ghosts across your soaked cunt, cooling the slick that already coats your inner thighs. His eyes flick back to yours as his tongue curls a long, slow pass up your slit.

Your head falls back as the heat of his tongue blossoms through your core. Joel groans against you and something in him seems to break. His tongue swirls over your clit with a frenzied need that makes your hips jerk in surprise. The grip he has on your thighs tightens, holding you open right where he wants you. There’s no use in biting your tongue - even if you didn’t love what your sounds do to him, you couldn’t hold back if you tried. You grind against his face, breathy moans escaping your lips with every exhale. Every little sound you make is met with one of his own. He licks and sucks at your most sensitive places, feasting on your cunt like a man starved. It strikes you just how much he loves this. He’s fucking good at it, too - attentive and thorough and so fucking hungry.

You can’t stop yourself from burying your fingers in his hair and digging your heel into his shoulder, grinding down against that sinful tongue. Two calloused fingers glide along your cunt before one sinks in, quickly followed by the other. His fingers are so thick, curling and stretching until all you can do is tremble beneath him. It doesn’t take long for him to find that sweet spot that has your cunt fluttering around him. Pleasure pools low in your belly and your skin prickles in anticipation as he drives you ever closer to that sweet edge - and he can’t get enough of it.

You look down to find his eyes still locked on you, roiling with darkness even in the flickering firelight. It’s the fiery determination in those pretty eyes that finally does it. You fall apart beneath him, crying his name with every flush of pleasure that falls over you. Joel makes a feral sound, mangled and trapped in his throat. He doesn’t - no, he can’t stop; his tongue swirls slow circles over your clit until you’re trembling in the aftershocks. His fingers slip from your sensitive cunt, only to dig into your thighs and keep you anchored to his mouth. You know fingertip-shaped bruises will mottle your soft skin soon. You revel at the thought. It isn’t until you whine for him to stop, that it’s too much, that he finally relents.

“So good… my sweet fuckin’ girl.” He murmurs, a possessive edge dripping from his tone. Joel sits back and admires the mess he’s made of you. His hands never leave your body. They trail up and down your thighs, then along your sides and back again. Worshipful. Doting. Greedy.

The shiver of sensitivity isn’t enough to quell the need that pulses through your body with every beat of your heart. You push yourself up and drag him into a kiss, reveling in the taste of yourself still lingering on his tongue. There’s nothing refined about it, but that’s what you need. You don’t want perfectly poised Joel and the guarded gaze that hides him from the world. You want this - the unraveled Joel, all tongue and teeth and roaming hands. The Joel that chokes on your name as your fingers lightly graze along his cock. The Joel that looks at you with a fire in your eyes that burns away even the coldest Wyoming winter.

Joel’s head falls back as you stroke his cock, his breath stuttering in his chest. You can’t resist the temptation of his neck and your lips quickly find a home there. His huge hand cups the back of your head, holding you close as your lips and teeth worry marks into his skin. His hips jerk up to meet your hand and a deliciously needy sound meets your ears. A thrill shoots through you at the effect you have on him. It’s heady, addictive.

It doesn’t take much urging to get him right where you want him - leaned back against the couch with you in his lap. Your impatience gets the better of you the moment you feel the weight of cock press against your inner thigh. He watches you with a heavy, lust-drunk gaze as you sink onto him slowly. Even with the preparation of his fingers and tongue, you aren't ready for the stretch - a sweet, aching sensation that steals the breath from your lungs. Your eyes flutter shut as you settle into his lap, his cock twitching deep in your belly.

“That’s it… that’s my girl.” The possessive praise slips down your spine, hot and syrupy. He can’t keep his hands in one place. They glide along your back and squeeze at your thighs, his nails digging into your soft skin. It isn’t to urge you on, to guide you into movement. Only to feel you against him, every inch of your skin against his. His words are quiet and gruff, full of reverence. “Take your time, baby.”

You were never good at taking instructions.

Your hips grind down into his lap, driving him impossibly deeper. Twin groans melt into the hot air that surrounds you. One hand braces against the edge of the couch, the other anchored at the curve where his neck and shoulder meet. His hands tighten at your hips, a bruising grip that only encourages every rise and fall of your hips. Your breath leaves you in a rush every time you bottom out, forced from your lungs by the sheer depths he reaches. A rough curse falls from his lips as you keep that pace, relentless in your chase for more. Joel’s lips find yours in a messy rush of tongue and teeth. His touch brands into every inch of your skin, sears his claim with every bruise and bite. All you can feel and taste and smell is him. He surrounds you until all that exists is this.

Divine.

Joel leans back just enough to get a good look at the mess he’s made of you. Your skin sweat-slick and littered with his marks, your teeth sunk into your lower lip, your thighs trembling with every rock of your hips. You’ve never felt more beautiful than in this moment. More desirable. More seen. His gaze darkens as it falls to your cunt, pupils dilating as he watches you take him over and over again.

The sight must break the trance you’ve put him under. His hips jerk up to meet yours and the sudden movement sends you reeling. The embers of lingering sensitivity reignite as Joel fucks up into you. He drags you down by your waist to meet every thrust - all you can do is take it. The bite of your nails into his shoulders only encourages him. Every thrust grinds into that sweet spot so hard your vision goes spotty. Your eyes flutter shut, content to let him drag you over the edge again. Until his hand grips your jaw and draws your face close to his.

“Eyes on me.” Joel rasps. “Y’look so pretty when you come for me. Let me see you, baby.”

All you can do is whine his name and lean into his hand, but Joel is all too happy to keep you held there. Right where he wants you. Your cunt tightens around him, pulses with every beat of your heart. It’s plain on his face how it damn near sends him over the edge. His lips parted and his brows furrowed. Those breathless sounds flow without restraint. He watches you with those intent eyes, taking in every reaction you give him.

All you can do is cling to him as another orgasm unfurls in your belly, explosive and devastating. Joel’s thrusts stutter but don’t stop, and it feels never-ending. It consumes you, washes over the essence of your very being until you’re left trembling in its wake. Joel whispers his encouragement, laced with gruff curses that descend into choked-off moans as he spills inside of you.

The world goes still. The room fills with the sound of soft panting and the crackle of firewood. You feel weightless, lost in the warmth of his body beneath you. Joel blinks up at you, his eyes glossy with satisfaction but no less intent. He studies your face for a beat and you just smile back, a dizzied little grin that tells him everything he needs to know. You see a hint of a smirk curl the edge of his lips before he draws you into a messy kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth and his taste draws a satisfied moan from you. He drinks it in, ever greedy for anything and everything you give him.

You don’t know what it is - the back-breaking start to your day, the two orgasms, or the pure relief of being in his arms - but it takes a while for your thoughts to come forth through the daze. It’s strange to feel so exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. Joel’s warm, calloused hands rub up and down your back, over and over in an endless path that leaves you sleepy against his chest. The position… isn’t great. You can already feel the ache budding in your knees, but you don’t want to move. All you want is to feel the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

It doesn’t take him long to notice.

“C’mon, baby,” Joel murmurs. You can feel the vibration of his voice against you, deep and lulling. He squeezes your hips in an attempt to get you moving. “Gonna be hurtin’ all over again if we keep this up.”

You hum a noncommittal sound, busying yourself with the taste of his skin on your tongue. He tastes of sweat and woodsmoke and something so distinctly Joel. You can’t help but tease along his collarbone with your teeth and tongue. Joel’s resolve crumbles under the heat of your touch. He squeezes your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You can feel his softening cock twitch inside you with every open-mouthed kiss you press into his skin. It doesn’t take long to find the perfect spot - that strong cord of muscle where his shoulder and neck meet. You worry your teeth against it before soothing it with a soft lick, only to repeat it over and over until a dark mark settles into his skin. You lean back with a satisfied hum to take in the little piece of artwork you’ve bitten into him.

He blinks at you dazedly. He squeezes your waist as if assuring himself this is real, that you’re truly here. The confirmation seems to clear the haze in those pretty brown eyes.

“How about a bath?” He asks, still a little breathless.

You have to give him credit - he knows just the right buttons to push.

Moments later, you find yourself perched on the bathroom counter, naked as the day you were born, as he draws a scalding bath - just the way you like it. Joel sits against the edge of the bathtub, his hand cupped beneath the stream of water to monitor its temperature. It doesn’t take long for his eyes to fall on you. You give him a smile - soft, satisfied, a little sleepy. His gaze trails down your body, lingering on the various marks that have just started to truly show. His marks, the ones he branded into you with his hands and his teeth. You never thought someone could look so sated yet starving at the same time.

That look lingers as he helps you lower into the hot water, as you coax him in alongside you, as he settles you against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. It never falters as he drags a soapy washcloth over your skin or when you demand he let you show him the same attention. It’s still there when your fingers turn pruny and the water loses most of its heat, and he finally pulls you from the bath.

He doesn’t leave your home until the sun begins to set, painting the skies with bright oranges and pinks. He leaves you on the couch, tucked under a soft blanket with your book in your hands. With a soft kiss, he promises to come back once he makes sure Ellie is settled in at home rather than off in some kind of trouble. He returns an hour later, his cheeks tinged pink from the frigid air. It takes one look at you for him to collapse into you, ignoring the ‘oof’ sound you give when his weight fully sinks into you. The cold tip of his nose presses into your neck and he shoves his hands beneath your back, and you swear you only complain a little as he warms himself up with your body.

The weight of his body is comforting. Your fingers rake through the curls at the back of his head and you can’t help but chuckle at the pleased groan Joel gives in return. Your free hand props your book up on his shoulder. Something warm and content settles in your chest, fills the spaces between your ribs with belonging. This is all you could need in this life. The glowing embers in your fireplace, a good book to get lost in, and Joel Miller softly snoring on your chest. You let a few chapters pass before accepting the sleepiness that tugs at your eyelids.

“Joel,” You run a firm hand down his spine, gently coaxing him to the waking world. “Baby, you’re falling asleep.”

Joel just shifts slightly on top of you, muttering a completely dignified ‘nuh-uh’ into your chest. You huff out a laugh. Ridiculous. You nudge his ribs with your knee.

“C’mon, Joel. I’d much rather have you in my bed.”

That does it, even though he still grumbles about how he definitely wasn’t falling asleep as you drag him up the stairs. It doesn’t take long for sleep to take you both this time, with his face tucked back into your neck and your hand buried in his hair. That night, when you wake before the sun, you bury yourself into Joel’s side and tangle your legs with his. You inhale, long and slow, and the scent of him mixed with your soap settles the restlessness that stirred in your mind. Sleep finds you once more just a few moments later, safe in your lover’s arms.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x you smut #joel miller x y/n

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reverie-starlight · 1 year ago

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...some atsumu fluff to warm up for the birth month of me AND this blog bc he is my husband. extremely self-ship coded bc I set a million alarms and snooze them all and it would piss him off, which I love doing <3

gn!reader, no physical descriptions, university student reader. fluffy fluff. very short.

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atsumu groans when he hears your alarm go off for the fifth time that morning. it's loud enough that the sound travels from behind the closed door of your bedroom all the way to where he's leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking his morning protein shake. he hears the exact moment you cut off its wailing two seconds later.

"looks like it's gonna be one of those mornings," he mumbles to himself, taking another sip. he tries to savour his last moments of early morning peace before chaos breaks out.

getting you up in the mornings could be... challenging... to put it kindly. there are just some days you don't want to get up for class or make the trek to campus. he regularly hears you whining about how you screwed yourself over with choosing too many early classes. if he's being honest, it makes him even more satisfied with his decision to not attend university. he's spent many mornings trying to coax you out from under the covers to no avail.

but thankfully miya atsumu loves a challenge.

his success rate has been 100% lately, much to your dismay and begrudging appreciation, because you both know you care too much to actually miss a lecture, no matter how much you value your sleep. so after downing the rest of his smoothie, he puts his glass in the sink and pushes himself off the counter, heading to the bedroom.

he enters the room with no intentions of being quiet and jumps right onto his side of the bed. he bites back a grin when you startle and mutter some colourful words under your breath.

"babyyyy~" his voice is full of excitement and he just knows it's making you regret shutting off your alarms.

"atsumu, please, five more min-" you begin whining, but he cuts you off.

"nope! ya gotta start your day, or you're gonna be late." he places a hand on your shoulder and shakes you a bit.

you groan. "'tsum, please. I'm so tired..."

he tuts a little. "no can do, I'm afraid. you're the one who told me you've got an exam comin' up next week."

you don't respond and he grins, knowing he's getting closer. he moves his hand from your shoulder to the comforter covering your body and rips it off.

"ATSUMU!" you shriek, trying to steal back its warmth and go back to sleep.

the blonde just laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead when you lunge for the covers. he relents and lets you believe he’s showing mercy, watching as you bury yourself back into a burrito.

“five more minutes, but if you’re not up by then I’ll really make ya regret not listenin’.”

you scoff and wave him off, incorrectly assuming he’s gone soft on you.

four and a half minutes later, he’s sneaking back into the bedroom and waiting until his timer hit exactly five minutes to pounce on you.

you yelp a little, but it quickly dissolves into peels of laughter as his hands attack every side of the blanket prison you had unknowingly trapped yourself in.

“atsumu, nO!” you attempt, but you can’t reach him from inside the blanket and he knows.

"ya brought this on yourself, sweetheart. could've had me waking ya up with kisses and some sweet talk, but ya just have to make things difficult for me, hm?"

“nooo I’m sorryyyy-“ you plead for forgiveness, beg him, anything to get him to stop tickling you.

he finally relents a bit when he realizes that you might not be able to breathe under there and watches as you peek your face out a bit, weary eyes glued to his form.

“are ya gonna get up now?”

he snickers when you nod fervently and pats your leg over the comforter. “alright, hurry up, then. I made ya coffee. I’ll walk with ya to the train.”

“won’t you be late, then?” you ask on your way to the washroom.

he shrugs. “worth it.”

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again, super short, but very sweet I hope. birth month calls for lots of content for my favs, so get ready <3

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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globaloppaaa · 3 months ago

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OMG I SAW UR SUNGHOON THING and pookie i literally have THE headcanon of all headcanons bc its so plainly obvious but i feel like nobody talks about it-

sunghoon would be overjoyed to teach you how to skate. like i mean THRILLED like he would hold your hand or maybe your hips from behind and just glide on the ice with you OMG IM GONNA CRY HELPPPP i need this man in my lifeeeee aksjsjsvbsbe

ANYWAYS I LOVE UR BLOG SM IM A NEW FOLLOWER YAYAYAY

NO like sunghoon has quite literally taken over my brain ahsbhjftshis. but thank you for the follow omg!! you guy’s headcannons are keeping me so inspired. sometimes the headcannons that are painfully obvious are the best! because we KNOW they're probably the most realistic <3

warnings: slight angst?, history with negative emotions.

from a personal and relatable perspective, sunghoons dealt with a lot of isolation and maybe even trauma because of his diligent childhood, and so teaching those skills to someone he holds so dear to his heart is probably a terrifying thought. He's been asked if he would ever teach his child to skate, and never gave a definite answer as he wanted to ensure that it was truly something his child "would want to do." So when you mention to him how exciting you think it would be to go ice skating, he goes into fight or flight mode. He doesn't know if he should give it a chance for the purpose of making you smile, or straight up reject the idea in fear you might end up like him. But from the moment you step into the rink, frustratingly attempting to lace up your skates with a passion he hadn't seen in so long, especially in himself, he starts to accept that the things he once held with such frustration and resentment might've only been because he was blinded by its hindrance for so long. He’d forgotten the beauty it held. Seeing you sitting there, hair gently pulled over to one side as the cold air touches your skin, your quite literally the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Don't worry baby, I'll show you." he utters, kneeling down before you as he pulls your ankle into his hands. His hair falls in front of his forehead, short enough that you can make out the small smile gracing his face. You swear to yourself he looks just like a prince. He laces your shoes tightly, and presents a hand out for you to hold, pulling you up to standing ever so gently. You're losing balance at the way he pulls you closer to his face, watching his eyes glimpse your lips before coming back up to your eyes. He doesn't look away as he guides you onto the ice, not even as the ground becomes too slippery for you to balance. Your legs begin to wobble, and you question whether this was a good idea in the first place, but you catch the way Sunghoon hasn't stopped smiling. How his eyes have squinted with joy since you stepped inside the rink a short while ago.

His hands snake around your waist, guiding you in front of his chest as he leads you around the rink. The weight of his steps steady you, guiding you smoothly across the ice. He can't take his eyes off you, not with the way you light up after starting to get the hang of things. Your eyes shift from the floor back up to his face, finding that he's already staring, and it turns you shy. He notices the way your hands place themselves on top of his. He loves that you need him, that he feels needed. Like he’s finally making someone feel the joy of the art that he hasn’t felt in so long. And in this moment, Sunghoon isn’t wincing at the thought of himself skating, most definitely when it’s with you.

suddenly, he doesn’t think it’s so bad.

reblogs and comments are appreciated!

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idkfitememate · 2 years ago

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Hihihihihi, I couldn't help myself but write something for the otter!creator its on my mind since the brainrot(yes I am the anon who sent that otter idea, and yes I shall dub myself as the otter!anon in your blog)

Set place in Childe in Court

The traveler and Paimon rush out to get out of their seats, seeing childe activing his foul legecy, "Ah! his activing his foul legecy!" Paimon cups her cheeks in shock, while traveler looks around to try and stop Childe from activing his foul legecy.

BOOM.

The traveler blinks, at the sudden slam from the stage, The traveler and Paimon quietly gasp as the dust cleared out, there Neuvillette standing over Childe who appeared knock out at the ground, "I am sorry" Neuvillette voice is loud and echo around the entire court "If you been wronged, we will find the truth" Neuvillette gracefully turn around "But the rules of the court, but be upheld" the clockwork meka rush past Neuvillette to take Childe into the fortress.

Then tiny claps slowly echo around the court, the audience, Paimon, Travelr, and Neuvillette look to the sound, up there next to Furina is an Otter, clapping frequently with their tiny paw pads, the Otter seems be treated well, seeing that the Otter is next to the Hydro Archon and seems to be sitting at the most softest and comfortable pillows known to whole teyert, the clapping continues on, if you look closely you can see tiny stars around the Otter face, seemly amaze by the outcome of this trial.

The Otter finally notice the attention, slowly ease their clapping and let out a tiny embarass "Kyuu..." which silently made Furina 'aww' before coughing loudly and anouncing that the trial is over, and the whisper slowly begin the court room, Neuvillette slighty smirk, perhaps the case wasn't so bad after all, their little friend seemed to enjoy it.

Aether Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine & Aether

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 532

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack, Paimon’s there too be warned

Following Neuvillette and Furina out after the trial, Paimon and Aether quickly gained on the duo.

“Wait!! WAIT!!!” Called Paimon, an out of breath Aether behind her. The pair stopped their little walk, turning to face them.

“Who’s your little friend?” Aether asked.

“Ah! Mon trésor! Yes yes, me and Monsieur Neuvillette’s darling ˈbābē! Oh, they are but a dear friend to us, isn’t that right, Ma raison d’être? Oh yes it is! Aren’t you so beautiful.~” Furina slowly stopped talking to them, instead cooing at the otter she held in her arms, akin to a baby. She rocked them and booped their nose, giggling throughout.

“Yes, I found ma moitié when I was taking a stroll, traveler. They clung to my leg and then held an amazing opulent shell to me. After taking it they seemed to request to be picked up, and how could I ever say no to ma raison de vivre.” Neuvillette gently took off the hat on the otter, smoothing the fur beneath it before patting the hat back on.

“They have stuck to my side ever since.” He mused.

“AND when they met moi, mon preux chevalier just couldn’t resist!~” Furina exclaimed.

“You guys sure do have a bunch of nicknames for them… jeez…” Paimon muttered.

Aether stared at the blue duo before gently reaching a hand out to pet the otter, only for his hand to get slapped away. When he looked back up, he was met with the glares of both Neuvillette and Furina.

“Do. Not. Touch. Mon. Trésor.” “GET YOUR FILTHY HAND AWAY FROM MON ANGE!” Both Aether and Paimon flinched back in shock.

“You dare try to place you hands of their gleaming coat!? I’ll have you know that it costs more than you’ll EVER SEE IN YOUR LIFE to make it this shiny!!!!” “Keep your tainted flesh to yourself.”

The traveling duo stared on in shock. That was… rather hostile. And now they were just glaring at each other.

Of course, that was until the topic of the discussion began to make noise.

All four of them looked down at the now squirming otter in Furina’s arms. They struggled in her grasp before dropping to the floor. They ran over to Aether before standing on their hind legs, reaching up at Aether to be picked up.

He quickly looked up at the others, noting their shock. Then, he hesitantly picked them up, cradling them in his arms. They began to chirp and chitter in happiness. Aether once again looked up at the other two, Paimon hiding behind him.

Furina and Neuvillette both stared with blank faces, before the hydro archon whipped her hat off her head, shoved it in her face and turned around. She bounced on her heels as she squealed.

“AWEEE!-,” she seemed to immediately regain composure however, “*Ahem* I- I mean, look at our ˈbābē!” She said as she turned back around, still hiding the lower half off her face behind her hat.

Neuvillette turned his head as well, his eyes closed and his hand covering his flushed cheeks and trembling lips.

“S- so adorable..!”

The otter simply snuggled into the man’s arms, continuing to chitter away happily.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Otter!Creator breathing: 🙂

Furina, Neuvillette, and basically the entirety of Fontaine: 🥹🥹🥹

Otter!Creator is so soft. Literally the difference between them and Boar!Creator is the fact that one was pampered and the other basically spent their first year entirely in the wild lol ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

They’re probably gonna have their own tag now, and welcome Otter!Creator Anon! When I finally get around to fixing up my blog so it’s neat and tidy, you’re gonna go right on the anon list, first place! (I really feel like people like Otter!Creator over Boar!Creator but it’s fine, it’s cool ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡)

#genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #sagau #x reader #x gn reader #gn y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #Otter!Creator #Otter anon <3 #anon <3 #asks <3

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junhanndee · 4 months ago

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hi welcome back! i’m happy to see another xdh writer here lol. so I was wondering if you could write their reactions to their gf being on her period and having a leak on their bed or whatever, and like the gf freaks tf out. please and thank you! if you do want to write this I look forward to reading it!

of course!! thank you for the ask anon welcome to my blog!! 🥹

warnings : nothing but some sweet ol’ fluff 🥰🥰🥰

members under the cut!

gunil

after a long day of recording sessions and hearing gunil rehearse too many times, you decide to call it a day slightly early and go to his place first.

once you’ve showered and finally felt your body begin to rest you accidentally fall asleep on the bed before gunil could even get home.

“y/n?” gunil called out while closing the door and taking his shoes off

his faint calls for you wake you up from your nap as he opens his bedroom door.

“sleep well? he asks while he notices your face drop.

“uhhh…. i’m so sor- ugh” you start to say but grab your stomach in pain as the cramps have just started to settle in.

“honey? what’s wrong?” gunil asks as he watches you try to hide something on the sheets

he peeks over as you’re hunched on the side of the bed and notices a slight red dash on the sheets

a red tint threatens to appear on his cheeks as he doesn’t think much of it but feels a little embarrassed for you.

“oh honey, that’s nothing to worry about. come on let’s get you to the bathroom.” he says while grabbing your arm to pull you up off the bed

“i’m sorry, i didn’t even know it was that time already” you say holding your head down in pain

“that’s okay! we will get some new ones and maybe something sweet you’d like to snack on?” he asks while grabbing you a new pair of pants and underwear

“i would love that gunil” you say as you look at him oh-so-lovingly

needless to say i think gunil would be such a sweetheart and so gentle with you and especially on days like that. nothing to be ashamed of, just something you can’t help. :)

jungsu

it was your one month anniversary and in your mind, everything was going exactly how you wanted it to.

“uhhh, y/n?” jungsu calls for you in the department store

“yes?” you answer while turning around to see a concerned jungsu

“what? what’s wrong??” you ask walking back towards his way

he begins to take his flannel off and wrap it around your waist while gently guiding you to the front door of the store

“i didn’t want to embarrass you but i think you have got some blood on your pants baby” he says cautiously

“oh, oh my god are you serious???” you ask while freaking out

“baby it’s okay, legs walk down here and i’ll get you some new pants and some underwear okay? you’re all covered up, nobody will notice. i promise.” he says while grabbing your face for a quick kiss.

you walk down a block or two and find a clothing shop where jungsu goes in for you and comes out with something brand new.

“thank you so much, i’m so sorry and so embarrassed” you say as you mentally face palm feeling the embarrassment take over you

jungsu keeps it cool and takes you to the nearest bathroom so you can get changed

“all good?” he asks while grabbing your hand

“all good baby, thank you again” you say while looking towards him

“of course sweet girl, let’s go get something to eat yeah? i’m feeling hungry”

you both enjoy a nice dinner and he spends the nice giving you all the cuddles and all the love you need in that moment after a stressful day :)

gaon

from the “oh shit” and the red stain that has now found its place on the dorm couch, you already know what has happened.

“oh my god oh my god i’m so sorry oh my god” you say in a panic while running to the bathroom in embarrassment

a couple of knocks later and gaon finds you in the bathroom crying

“y/n? baby?? what’s wrong? it’s normal!!!” gaon says in a panic trying to get you to calm down

“i know but on the DORM couch??? im so embarrassed how am i gonna explain to the members oh my god” you say as you continue to sob

“y/n, trust me, it is okay and normal!! none of the guys are going to even find out because i’ve got it soaking in some hot water and cleaner okay?” he says in assurance that everything going to be okay

as you get up and collect yourself you find gaon cleaning the couch while you can’t help but to cry once more

“hey!! no more tears baby what did we just talk about??” he says while wiping the tears off your face and pulling you in for a hug

“i’m just embarrassed” you say followed by a sniffle

gaon rubs your back and gives you some words of encouragement all the way back to the room where he has you lay down.

once some time passed he comes back with your favorite snacks and a brand new plushie for you to hold whenever he’s busy and you miss him a little extra. :)

ode

it was often that you and seungmin found yourselves all cuddled up and in bed together mid day for a little nap or just watching a movie.

you start to get up from the bed after a slight nap and you can’t help but notice a red mark right where you were sleeping and you immediately know what it is.

seungmin is still asleep so before he begins to wake up you try to sneak off to get something to clean it off with but that doesn’t work too well when seungmin rolls right over and begins to bat his eyes open.

“hey honey, you rest well?” he asks while his eyes find you trying to open the door oh-so quietly.

in a sigh of defeat you give him a small little “i did” and you head into the hallway closet to look for some cleaner to try and get it off for now.

seungmin trails off into the kitchen and you decide to just go ahead and let him know now better than later.

“hey min, i kinda uh- well you know” you try to spit the words out in a fight with embarrassment

“oh yeah, the spot on the bed? i’ve already got the sheets up and off and i’m gonna throw them in the washer” he says oh so causally.

“oh…. thank you.. i’m so sorry” you say in defeat

he comes up to you and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek

“y/n it’s normal, there’s nothing to worry about okay? let’s get those washed and have a lazy rest of the day.” he says while slowly wrapping his lanky arms around your body

you both head back to the bedroom and throw the sheets into the washer as seungmin starts to prepare a meal for the both of you after your nap.

you couldn’t help but notice a pair of his sweatpants, your underwear, and a pad sitting at the edge of the bathroom counter.

seungmin always had your back and always paid attention to the small little details. :)

junhan

sleeping in the studio while he practiced was something you had became found of.

a loud “fuck” from junhan decided to wake you up and you immediately felt the pain in your tummy start to explode

junhan is sitting near you trying to get a new song down but you can see the frustration on his face so you decide to go to the bathroom.

coming back you see junhan standing over the couch and then looking back at you with a slight touch of embarrassment on his face.

it’s not that he was embarrassed of what had happened, it’s just the first time this has ever happened”

“oh fuck…” you say as you look down to see a little red spot on the couch

“uhhh.. let’s just get this cleaned up yeah? you okay?” junhan asks in a fit of shyness

“i’m okay but im so sorry, i didn’t mean to bother you, im so sorry jun”

after you say that he just looks at you and shakes his head

“baby no need to worry, we can get this all cleaned up and call it a day? i can get you anything you need okay? i might need some help though” he says while slightly scratching the back of his head.

“okay…. i’m so sorry jun” you say while you leave to find something to clean up with.

walking out you wrap one of his hoodies around your waist that he had in the studio for you in case you got to cold.

coming back you find junhan all packed up and ready to go back to his place with a towel over the spot you had left.

“i already messaged our manager and let him know about it and he said it was time to get a new couch anyways, no need to worry okay?” junhan says while putting his hand on you shoulder for a bit of support while also keeping it cool.

“you’re the best jun, thank you and i guess im glad that worked out. new couch and i don’t have to clean! win win”

you grab junhans hand as you head out of the studio to go home and cuddle your worries away knowing junhan would always bee there for you in his subtle little ways.

jooyeon

nothing this day could have been more inconvenient for you.

first you drop your bag all over the floor in the studio, then you get caught in the rain on the way to jooyeons and now, this.

you stand over the red stain that has found its way onto the brand new carpet jooyeon had bought about a week ago.

jooyeon, his curious self, decides to look over before you can cover up the stain you had somehow left while playing games with him in the living room.

“that last loss really got you didn’t it?” he giggles while giving you a slight back hug

you begin to cry as you start to ramble about everything that has went wrong in the day in a fit of embarrassment and frustration.

“y/n honey, baby, love, let’s take a breath okay?” he says while subtly guiding you to the bathroom down the hall.

“joo im so sorry, today was so stressful i think it brought it on for the month and then i stain your brand new carpet…. im the worst”

jooyeon leaves you in the bathroom for a split second while he grabs some extra underwear and a pair of sweat you had left at his house and brings the back to you.

“y/n, trust me, you mean way more to me than a carpet does. that can be cleaned! things like this will happen and i don’t want you to be too embarrassed okay?” he says while handing you your things with a soft gummy smile.

the way his eyes close when he smiles so big at you reminds you that some days won’t always be the easiest, but at least you have your joo :)

a/n : i hope you enjoyed anon! i tried to do a little story for each one :)

if you liked this, please leave a note and follow my blog! don’t forget my requests are always open :)

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdh imagine #xdinary heroes imagines #xdh x reader #xdh scenarios #xdinary heroes fluff #goo gunil x reader #kim jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #ode x reader #junhan x reader #lee jooyeon x reader

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schwarzgeier-side · 3 months ago

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okay so I saw that one ask and now I’m curious. I dunno which blog to send this but here goes;

what’s your general inspiration for the Geiers? I gather the Flammenwerfer is kinda a theme of cleaning, as vultures do? Then the mask is mostly for fire/smoke protection reasons to begin with (dunno why they’re built in) and the bioresonance blocker is cause they deal with corrupted units and therefore areas with lots of biores risk. But then there’s the digitrade legs and other influences? What Mede the goobs into these goobs specifically?

HELLO SO IM BACK WOW FINALLY ANSWERING THIS. Big apologies for the late answer once again but i mustered up enough strength to answer this finally.

SO! GEIER YAP!

Alright it's not the besttt art to showcase the Geier anatomy but I tried (i am not an engineer im just a silly lesbian). But! Haza! Behold finaly a small cross section of what the in-built mask looks like . What I had in mind when first making Geiers was to make them bit more robotic like, slightly pulled away from gestalts since the anti-bioresonance module already dampens them . So limiting their face physicaly is another reminder of them being further from humanity. Just a tool. But they don't mind much dhdhfh they just kinda can't open their jaws fully as a human could or do big facial expressions.

In between the metal casings theres a high quality filtering mesh material (smth along those lines again i am not an engineer) that allows them to breathe through smoke and fire. The front part of the mask that is detachable , over mouth and nose actualy kinda just. Disables them ? They don't breathe through nose or mouth during those missions, the filtering vents take priority. I made them built in because it just seems like a natural step AEON would take I think when making new replikas , since I made Geiers pretty recent additions. It's just easier to produce and safer for them , no way to really yank the mask off . Funnily enough this does make the upkeeo of Geiers kinda uncanny , they have to kinda. Unhinge their jaws ferally to get to the filters to reolace them but most choose to just clean them regurarly.

For the legs I sketched this lil thing to showcase how I think the bi-pedal design would benefit a bit more than just regular stilts STARS or STORCHes have. Geiers have to dredge through insane amounts of muck and otherwordly flesh , corruption seeping through facilities or frontlines even. It's just faster to walk over those things with good agile legs that can pounce and move swiftly , kick into legs like that and the recovery of balance is a lot easier than just normal legs right ? Alsooo helps with their balance in general because they are forced to be a bit hunched over with those legs. Which balances perfectly the heavy tanks on their back. So it's a win win kinda.

For the inspo part u asked about I admitedly dont have. An insane amount to talk about , Geiers genuienly kinda just always have been in my head. But what i will fully admit what influenced me over years was probably the incredible portrayel of the Tallboys in Dishonored 1. They show up bit later in the game but they incredibly showcase the disgust and gap the guards and in general higher ups put between them and the infected poor. They literaly walk over the infected people , shooting from distance , towering imposibly it's fucking genius design. Soo here u go lil Geiers u get the dystopian legs too fjfjfj and as a bonus!

I kinda wanted to differentiate the legs too because of how vultures in general also have weird ass legs. Not even in the shape but the fact they on purpose bleach them (with feces shush) so that they dont have bits of corroded flesh stuck to them and get infected accidently. And very smallest inspo in general was Farentheit 451 with its potrayel of fire as "cleansing" the books , a nice twist on the usual firefighters which Geiers sorta are. Corruption firefighters.

As a closening note I find it interesting everyone thinks of the Flammenwerfer when looking at my Geiers, or any other kind of flamethrower replikas people make and i kinda. Don't suprisingly? My Geiers are cleaners. They're specialists for bioresonance fuck ups specificly. And that includes bioresonant units too , they may not take on a Falke one on one but 5 Geiers jumping a Falke that refuses to be decommisioned? Now that's a fight. But it's a rare sight so far , they excel in cleansing the horrors beyond comprehension and corpses.

I am not a gun nut admitedly , that's more your specialty Jay fhfhfjn but I kinda like it cause it differentiates my blorbos from other Geiers. War is big part of Signalises lore. But I can't ever stop thinking about what Arianes corruption caused in real global life. Terrifying thoughts.

#signalis #my art #signalis oc #geier #geier signalis #signalis fanart #i finalyyyy got this ask fully answered im so sorry again for the long wait jay life is BLEH #and ill get to u atlas too i have many thoughts on it its fucking awesome idea what u got i just wanna do it justice #but yeah geiers are funky and im weird for not thinking of soldiers immidietly in trenches and frontlines #but i just can never let go of the eldritch aspect if the bioresonance infections #wanna interact with it more #but yeee here yap hooe it is suitable :]#oh also tagging dishonored ig i did use some of its stuff #dishonored #tallboy #vultures

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oopsallgoalies · 1 year ago

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Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

Previous Chapter // Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

You glance at the GPS on the screen of your car again as you scan the street ahead of you. It’s situated on a quieter side of town and half the homes have beach access. Not at all where you’d pictured a single star-athlete in his early thirties to be living. It’s not like you expected a seedy bachelor pad riddled with used condoms and syphilis, but this was a neighborhood for the settled. Cookie cutter families walk along the sidewalks pushing strollers and chatting amongst each other. Kids ride their bikes unattended, safe in their suburban utopia. You and the well-loved car that you’ve had since you were sixteen are feeling slightly out of place in this picture-perfect neighborhood as if you’re a hopeless puppy tracking mud on a freshly cleaned kitchen floor.

The GPS chimes, alerting you that you’ve reached your destination. The house on your right looks a lot like the others on the street, a cozy suburban beach house. The driveway is empty so Jake’s truck must be parked in the garage. You pull into the free space, sighing as you scan the home for any clues about its owner. There’s none to be found. Curtains shield the inside of the house from view, and there’s no furniture or decoration on the porch. The only evidence of the house even being lived in is the freshly mowed lawn. You frown hoping that Jake hired someone to do that. The idea of him pushing a mower with his knee in its current state fills you with irritation. The idea of Jake, shirtless and sweaty pushing the mower fills you with more irritation. You shake your head to clear away the image, before getting out of the car, and heading up the short path to the door. You hesitate before knocking, wondering if you should have just stayed in the car and texted him to come out. You decide against it since he has his leg to worry about plus wrangling a dog. Speaking of Pudding, you’re saved the trouble of deciding to knock as a chorus of barking alerts her owner to your presence at the door. You hear a muffled voice amongst the barks as the door swings open to reveal Jake wrestling with the collar of a Tibetan mastiff with a glassy caramel coat who’s doing her best to get away from her owner so she can give you a proper welcome.

“Pud, come on, you need to settle down. Come on girl.” He urges the giant fluffball of joy. You drop to squat in front of her.

“Hey girl, it’s nice to finally meet you.” You reach out a hand for her to sniff only to have her instantly soak it with slobber as she gives it an enthusiastic lick that lets you know that you’ve long since passed the friendship test. You laugh and fish into your purse, pulling out a ziploc bag with a dog treat in it. At the sight of the treat, Pudding begins wagging her tail so hard she almost takes out her owner. You extend it to her and her giant tongue sweeps it up easily, and you watch it disappear into her gaping maw and she looks at you expectantly, her tongue lolling. “Sorry sweet girl, I don’t have anymore.” You say with a chuckle, reaching out to ruffle the fur on her head affectionately. She noses at your hand as if to say that all is forgiven. Finally, you turn to her owner who’s been watching the two of you fondly from where he’s casually leaning on the doorframe. “Hey.” You offer him.

“Hey, Bugs, you sure clean up something pretty.” You can’t help the flush that paints your cheeks at the compliment. You’re not wearing anything fancy by any means but you suppose the t-shirt and dress shorts are a far cry from the scrubs you wear at work.

“Thanks, you too.” He’s wearing a short-sleeve button-down and shorts of his own. The brace on his knee is clearly visible and you like how honesty looks in him.

“I’m glad you like it, I picked this shirt just for you. It really makes my great tits pop, don’t you think?” He puffs out his chest for emphasis and you want to die from mortification.

“Please forget I ever said that.” You plead.

Jake looks at you incredulously. “Of course not, Bugs. I don’t think I’m ever going to forget that.” He’s wearing a shit-eating grin. You scowl.

“Come on, Lola, let’s get going or we’re going to be late.” He laughs behind you as you turn to start heading to the car.

“Hey!” You don’t turn. “Bugs, where are you going?” You turn to see him still standing in the doorway, a confused look on his face.”

“To my car? Since I’m driving us?”

“Bunny you can’t possibly think we’re all gonna fit in there with my leg and Pudding.”

You glance from the pair in the house to your car and frown as you realize he’s right. Jake and Pudding join you and Jake nods at your car. “Pull out and I’ll open the garage and you can park in there. We’ll take the truck.” You look at him, absolutely flabbergasted.

“Jake, I can’t drive your truck!” He arches an eyebrow.

“And why not?”

“Are you kidding? It’s HUGE!” He chuckles, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“I’m sure you can handle it, sweetheart.” You feel your face flush at the innuendo.

“But you told me to remind you…” You try once more even as you feel your resolve slipping and start accepting the reality that you’re going to have to drive Jake’s behemoth of a truck.

He arches an eyebrow. “Remind me of what, Bunny?”

“You told me to remind you to never let me drive your truck.” You grumble as you unlock your car, getting ready to move it into the garage. He laughs at that and you try not to preen at the sound.

“That’s my Bunny, always so responsible.” He teases, patting your head gently. “Well now you’ve reminded me but my mind’s still made up, so hop to it, Bunny, and I’ll grab my keys. He ambles back into the house as you pull back out of the driveway, idling as the garage opens and you pull into the free space next to the truck.

Jake’s waiting for you, and he extends his hand to you, holding his keys. You hide your smile at the faded hockey stick keychain as you take them from him. Then you turn to face the beast, swallowing hard. Jake places a gentle hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you to the driver’s side. He pulls open the door for you and you gape at the distance from the ground to the driver’s seat. You’re about to make a fool of yourself but at least you aren’t wearing a dress. Before you can even attempt the climb, though, Jake puts his hands on your hips and lifts you into the driver’s seat effortlessly. “Oh.” It’s all you can manage as his hands disappear as quickly as they appeared. He helps you adjust your seat and the mirrors and while you still feel overwhelmed by the size of the truck compared to your little car, you start to feel slightly at ease, but that could be the warm smell of leather and the cologne you’ve come to recognize as Jake’s. Jake makes his way around the truck, opening the back door so Pudding can jump in, before getting in himself. You’ve started the car and are familiarizing yourself with the controls. You take a deep breath, sitting back for a second, your hand resting on the gear shift, ready to move it into reverse. Jake’s hand covers yours, squeezing gently.

“You’ve got this, Bunny. I trust you.” It’s those words that give you the courage to shift into reverse and back out of Jake’s driveway as he leans over to hit the garage door control above your head.

***

Thirty minutes later you’re making your way through another suburban neighborhood on the other side of town. While Jake’s neighborhood looked unassumingly middle class, however, this one is clearly home to families in a significantly higher tax bracket. It makes sense, given the fact that Maverick is a multimillionaire but it’s not like he rolls up to work in a limousine every day. Instead, he drives a beat-up Kawasaki and you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen the man wear a tie.

“Are Mav and Penny married?” Jake asks, his knees bouncing into the bottle of wine he has clutched in his left hand. You’d made a pit stop on your way, a tasteful and way too expensive flower bouquet in his other hand.

“No idea.” You say as you continue shamelessly ogling the real estate. “I don’t think I’ve seen a wedding ring, but I’ve never really looked.”

“Google doesn’t say he is.” You peek over to see the bouquet abandoned in Jake’s lap as he types into his phone, brows tight in concentration. “Have you met Penny?”

You shake your head before realizing he’s still looking at this phone. “No, I had planned to meet with her after the physicals were over to draw up individual nutrition plans for each of you. I haven’t run into her at the arena so the opportunity just hasn’t presented itself yet.” Jake nods absently, still scrolling.

“I didn’t even know we had a nutritionist.” He mutters.

“Holy shit.” He finally looks up as you murmur the words. The house ahead of you is gorgeous. It sits on top of a hill, nestled into a private culdesac. A massive yard wraps around the circular street, dotted with trees. A wide driveway leads up to what has to be a four-car garage. The house itself is a sprawling modern Victorian style complete with a circular pointed tower. It’s a house that looks both like it’s been transplanted from the northeast and right at home in Southern California. You’re both awestruck as you pull the car up the driveway and shift into park. You suddenly feel extremely underdressed as you take the bouquet from Jake’s lap and follow him up the pristinely paved walkway. As you climb up to the excessively large porch, you feel yourself relax. Up close the house is well-loved, with chipping paint and mud streaks far too old to scrub out. You smile softly at the thought of all the memories it must hold as Jake rings the doorbell.

A beautiful brunette woman answers the door, a big smile wide on her face. “Hey there! You must be Bugs and Jake. I’m Penny, it’s so nice to meet you both!” You go to shake her hand but she opts for a hug instead and she smells warm and homey in a way you can’t place. She leads the two of you through the house, taking the wine and flowers from each of you. The kitchen is a myriad of bright dishes and rich smells and you catch sight of Mav manning a grill through gorgeous wide windows overlooking a sprawling deck.

“Is there anything I can help with?” You ask as you watch Jake beeline for the back door to offer the same assistance to Maverick. Penny waves you off.

“No no, I’m pretty much done here, just getting things to the table. It’s so good to finally get to meet you, Bugs. I’ve been busy helping Ice with the administrative side of things so I haven’t been at the arena since you started. I look forward to working together.” She flashes you a motherly smile and you’re reminded of home.

“I’ve been meaning to reach out and introduce myself since I was hoping we could collaborate on getting the boys set up with individual nutrition plans but I figured it would be better to get their initial physicals out of the way so we had the most up to date information to work with. As a physician, I’m strongly against restrictive diets, especially for athletes, but so I think a more general nutrition plan would be a better approach.” Penny nods.

“Pete mentioned you’re extremely dedicated to your patients.” She gives you a conspiratorial smile as she directs her gaze out the window to where Jake and Mav are and you feel yourself flush even as your heart aches as your eyes latch on the knee brace.

“My first priority as a physician is always my patients and making sure they get the best possible care. The fact that there are physicians out there who put their own selfishness ahead of their patients kills me. Jake’s been hurt in a way that the Hippocratic oath should never have allowed.” You shake your head, your hands clenching on the chair you’re holding onto. “He put his trust in the people hired to prioritize his care and they betrayed him. I refuse to let that happen again.” Penny sets a gentle hand on your clenched one.

“He’s in good hands now.” You try to believe her, but the events from Cyclone’s office yesterday make that hard. A wet nose nudges against your hand and Pudding gazes up at you with worry in her eyes and you stroke her head softly. You’re saved from responding by Jake and Mav coming into the kitchen, arms laden with plates of meat. You dash to help them, taking a plate from Jake and giving him your best scolding look.

“SIT.” You pull out a chair, setting your hands on your hips. A thump across the room draws both your attention as Pudding sits. You snort a laugh before going back to glaring at Jake who’s still standing. “Pudding has been kind enough to prepare a visual aid, now if you don’t mind.” Jake rolls his eyes but sits all the same. “No unnecessary strain until we have a treatment plan in place, mister.” You give him a sympathetic look. You know how hard it is for athletes to give up control, this isn’t your first rodeo. “You’ll be back up and running in no time.” You say gently. “Baby steps, right?” He nods and you notice a softness in his eyes that you try not to think about any longer than you have to. You head back out with Mav to grab the last of the plates, while Jake chats with Penny as she brings dishes from the kitchen to the table.

As you’re all getting settled and starting to eat, Jake pipes up. “So how long have you two been married?” You fight the urge to snack him with the rib you’re holding. After the conversation in the car, you thought it had been evident that Penny and Mav are NOT married.

Maverick chokes on his wine and Penny laughs. “Oh, we’re not married.” Jake looks genuinely confused and you wonder if he’s maybe missing a screw.

“But all the family pictures in the hallway…” He trails off sheepishly. You’d barely been in the hallway for a minute or two, how did he notice family pictures, and get enough time to stare at them to conclude that Mav and Penny were married?

“Oh, that’s my daughter, Amelia, she’s from my first marriage,” Penny says with a chuckle. “We divorced a long while ago, before Pete and I got together.”

“And you two never got married?” Jake pushes and you wonder why he’s so curious.

“Well, that’s because, technically speaking, I’m still married.” Mav joins the conversation and Jake’s jaw drops so hard you’re surprised it doesn’t hit the table.

“You’re MARRIED?”

Maverick chuckles at Jake’s reaction. “Yup, a long time ago and we separated on good terms, but never finalized the divorce. There was never a reason to, so yeah I guess I’m still married.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly.

“Who is she?” The question is out of your mouth before you can stop it. “Sorry, that was so intrusive you don’t have to answer that.”

Mav waves you off. “You probably know of her, actually. She’s an NHL coach too.” The pieces fall into place all too quickly and you find yourself blurting out.

“Dare Mitchell is your WIFE?” It’s not rocket science. There are hardly any female coaches in the NHL, and there’s only one with the last name, Mitchell.

It’s Jake’s turn to choke on his wine. “Dare Mitchell? You’re married to THE Dare Mitchell?” His eyes are wide.

Maverick chuckles.“The one and only.”

“Holy SHIT.” Jake sits back in his chair, shocked into silence. You don’t blame him. Dare Mitchell is the best of the best. She’s been coaching for the Pittsburgh Penguins for the last 30-some years and is responsible for leading them to nothing short of five Stanley Cup wins. Her nickname, Dare, stands for Definitive Authority on Rink Education, or Referee Ejection depending on who you ask. She’s a force to be reckoned with and one of your personal heroes. Sure you were a Stars fan but every self-respecting hockey feminist worshiped the ground she walked on. She’d been the first female NHL coach when she started as an assistant coach for the Philadelphia Flyers and she’d not only broken the glass ceiling but now even the most misogynistic cynic puts respect on her name.

It shouldn’t have been such a shock that she was married to Pete Mitchell. Their careers had overlapped during his brief time with the Flyers before transferring to Anaheim but most people tended to forget that part of Maverick’s career. With the exception of the event that led to his move to Anaheim in the first place. If anything had ever been public about his relationship with or marriage to his coach, that had probably been buried by the tragedy that occurred shortly after. And now they were separated apparently. You wonder when that happened. Dare Mitchell was infamous for the lack of information on her personal life. Plenty of men had jumped to labeling her as undesirable and “impossible to deal with” due to her lack of a partner and seemingly single status. When asked about it in interviews, while she typically ignored such blatantly sexist questions, she occasionally responded along the lines of placing her career first, but now you know otherwise.

“I can’t believe Dare Mitchell is your WIFE.” Jake has come back to the conversation. Mav looks mildly uncomfortable at all the attention and you feel the need to change the subject for his sake.

“So, Maverick you mentioned wanting to talk about our game plan going forward?”

“Right, yes.” He claps his hands, sitting forward and you all return to your food. “Bugs, first I want your personal assessment of Jake’s condition. I know you mentioned some of that in Cyclone’s office earlier, but I think we should go over it with Jake present.” You nod in agreement, wiping your mouth and taking a sip of wine to clear your throat.

“Jake, we talked about this briefly this morning but you need to stay off your leg as much as possible at least until we’ve gotten all the necessary scans and tests done. I’m in the process of contacting some colleagues to get those scheduled as soon as I can.” You had a sneaking suspicion of how well that was going to go but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it now, there was a bigger issue at hand. You hesitate, wondering if now is the best time to bring this up. “I wanted to ask whether you’d be comfortable with me reaching out to your former physician on the Stars to get your initial test results. I just want to see them so we can compare them and get a better picture of your situation and how it's progressed. I don’t expect them to be particularly compliant, but I’m planning to ask Zam for guidance on getting the files without having to get lawyers involved. That’s only if you’re comfortable with me doing that.” You swallow. You know Jake’s had a long day and you can’t imagine how tired he must be, you know how exhausted you feel.

He nods slowly. “Do whatever you need to do, Bugs. Like I said, I’m in your hands now. If you think it’s necessary, do it.” You give him a small smile as your heart squeezes at the faith he’s putting in you.

“Are you actually planning to sue your former physician and coach?” Mav interrupts.

“WHAT?” This is news to you.

Mav puts his hands up in surrender. “He mentioned it in Cyclone’s office when he threatened to sue you for negligence.” Jake makes a low noise that sounds like a growl at the reminder of the events earlier in the day and you flush slightly at the memory.

“Honestly, I think I kind of checked out during all that…” you say, averting your eyes to your hands where they're fiddling with a rib bone on your plate. Jake’s hand comes into view as he takes one of yours and gives it a gentle squeeze and your eyes almost pop out of your head as your brain short circuits. You’re frozen, mortified at his audacity to do that in front of two of your colleagues let alone HIS COACH. You pull your hand from his grip, in what you hope is at least a slightly dignified way, depositing both hands in your lap, clasping them tightly.

“I don’t know.” He admits. “I think it’s definitely something to consider. It depends on how much of a case I have. We’ll probably have to get that comparison between my records to know for sure. Legal stuff isn’t really my strong suit.” He shrugs.

“You should talk to Zam about it, she’ll be the best person to ask,” Mav suggests, a fond smile crossing his face at the mention of the team’s PR rep. Jake nods in agreement. “Bugs you were saying?”

“Oh right, well that means no practice for Jake. You can do upper body work but no leg stuff period. I also think we could talk to Cyclone about hiring you a driver for the foreseeable future-“

“Or you could just drive me.” Jake interrupts nonchalantly.

“What?”

He shrugs. “You drove me here tonight, why not? I don’t want you having to deal with Cyclone any more than you have to, and suggesting hiring another employee will probably piss him off.”

“What doesn’t?” Maverick mutters under his breath. “It’s not such a bad idea, though. You’ll both be working together almost exclusively since Jake can’t practice so this way you’ll always get in at the same time.” You consider throwing the rib bone at Maverick.

“See, Bugs, we’ve got Coach’s blessing, what do you say? I’ll throw in breakfast on me.” He waggles his eyebrows like he’s just made an irrefutable offer. You sigh, realizing this isn’t really up for debate anymore, and Mav has a point.

“As long as you’re ready on time. Three strikes and you’re out.” You give him a pointed look. Jake breaks into a huge grin, offering you a mock salute.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” You roll your eyes.

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The sun has long since disappeared from the sky as you, Jake, and Pudding make your way back to the truck. You’re walking slightly behind him so you can observe his movement as he awkwardly shuffle-hops with the brace keeping his knee stiff. You have a good feeling about his scans. For an untreated grade three tear, he doesn’t seem to have too much of a problem getting around. Today was an overall success but it’s created a brand new problem. Jake may trust you now but now he’s crossing professionalism lines left and right and you can’t help the way your anxiety threatens to choke you at the idea of Cyclone getting the wrong idea. Not to mention the fact that your body seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to him. You’ve been out of the game for too long. So much so that your body reacts naturally to his touch. You’d thought you’d have no problem avoiding his advances given the precarious nature of your situation but here you were being betrayed by your own body and mind. And now he had talked you into spending even more one-on-one time together OUTSIDE of work. You needed to lay down some ground rules.

You approach the truck where Jake’s patiently waiting by the driver’s side door, holding it open for you. Your cheeks flush as he scoops you up and deposits you in the seat without a moment’s hesitation before handing you the keys and hobbling around the other side of the truck and letting Pudding into the back while you start the engine. You swallow hard, drumming your fingers on the wheel nervously as you back out of the driveway. The two of you wave to Maverick and Penny on the porch as you drive away. Not even five minutes pass when Jake breaks the silence.

“What is it?”

“What’s what?” You don’t take your eyes off the road, your fingers drumming harder.

“You’re nervous.” You finally turn to glance at him and he gives a pointed glance in the direction of your drumming fingers. You stop the motion immediately, hesitating before you say.

“We need to talk.” He nods, encouraging you to continue. “I appreciate you trusting me, Jake, I really do, but if we’re going to be spending this much time together especially with me driving you now, I need to set some ground rules.”

“What kind of rules, Bugs?” His expression is guarded when you glance at him. You sigh.

“Jake I realize things are going to be complicated because we’re simultaneously coworkers and you’re also my patient, but like I’ve told you, my first duty is always to my patients. That being said, I need you to understand that you’re my patient first and my coworker second. That relationship takes precedence for me, at least while you’re injured.”

“And what about our friendship?”

“What?” You’re caught off guard by his question.

“Where does our friendship fall into your list of priorities? I’m your coworker, I’m your patient, and I was starting to think I was your friend too.” He pauses. “Or was that an incorrect assumption?” Your heart skips and your breath catches.

“No, uh, I mean yes Jake I would say we’re friends… or at least on our way there.” You trip over your words as you struggle to focus on the road and Jake’s brazen words. “I want to be your friend.” The words escape against your better judgment and you see the faint smile that ghosts Jake’s lips. “But that’s going to have to be strictly outside of work. Look, I’m pretty sure Cyclone thinks we’re dating or halfway there because he’s kind of a paranoid control freak in case you haven’t noticed.” You give a nervous laugh. He doesn’t know the half of it. “And if he's convinced? That breaks my oath as a doctor, Jake. I won’t just lose my job, I could lose my license.” You swallow hard. “So if you could just…” you trail off, not knowing how to phrase it.

“Keep my distance.” He finishes.

“More like just keep things professional.” He chuckles at that.

“Bugs, all my previous physicians were old men. That’s never been a problem before.”

“Then pretend I’m an old man.” He barks a surprised laugh.

“Bugs.”

“Lola.” You turn to look at him as he grins and winks.

“You’re one smoking hot old man.” Your face flushes beet red and you whip your head back to the road, unable to look at him.

“Relax, Bunny, you did say you thought I had great tits this morning so I figured I’d even up the score before we go full professional mode.” You can hear his grin. You roll your eyes, your face still blazing.

You’re quiet for a while before you interrupt the silence “Thank you, Jake.” He waits so long to answer you start to wonder if he heard you.

“For what, Bunny?”

“For all of it.” You pause. “Especially for respecting my boundaries.”

“You heard me earlier. We’re a team. If you go, I go, so I can’t let you leave that easily, Bunny.” He pauses. “After all, I’m a fighter.” You smile at that.

“Yeah? Me too.” You give him a shy look and he returns it with one of pure warmth and the silence is comfortable as you drive him home.

#san diego dogfighters hockey au #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters au #snitches get stitches // goldenseresinretriever #sgs // goldenseresinretriever #top gun maverick hockey au #top gun maverick #TGM #top gun #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #no use of y/n

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padfootscoldleathers · 10 months ago

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ladies, gents, bents, non-conformants!

welcome welcome one and all to me posting about my fic and welcome to my mailbox if you want to send me stuff you'd like to see in the fic (i will consider them even if they dont make it to the fic)

this is a band au for the marauders era BUT the original marauders are not the band. let me explain. also i want to preface by apologising because i just jump from character to character w the povs so

Moths to a Spotlight: Sirius, Peter, Marlene, Dorcas (no band name yet so shoot your shot if you want to)

the marauders era characters have a LOT of different roles here. Regulus and Pandora are ballet dancers, Mary and Peter grew up together & met Remus in highschool in America and did music but now Mary and Remus are like what billie is to finneas? (also i made Remus southern) Alice is a ball of whimsy and the next artist of our time painting only in vibrant and swelling colours BUT has one singular monochrome painting and i'll explain later. Evan manages Mary and Remus and MINERVA, queen that she is, is basically the band's mother/manager. fluffy black brothers!! oh, and andromeda is dead. whaaaat who said that

i know what you're thinking "where the fuck is james?? lily?? barty??" heh heh WELL you're not gonna like this. lily is the villain here and not in a good way. it was a VERY toxic marylily and lily is the Casual girl (chappell roan) ANYWAAAY you're gonna see a LOT of that BUT she does have her redemption arc. i think. maybe.

barty broke up with sirius right before they went on tour, a couple months before the beginning of the fic. they grew up together, its very bittersweet, might give you heartburn. AGAIN redemption arc.

and uh the jegulus here will just slap you in the face

OR. Mary and Sirius break up with Lily and Barty respectively and have to figure out how to clean up the mess from here only to be slapped in the face with new love interests. Mary joins Sirius' band as an opener for the european leg of their world tour and along the way finds that to love someone isnt pouring all of yourself down their drain hoping they'll eventually be satisfied but to be respected, remembered and cared for. While Sirius slowly falls head over heels for an oblivious Remus who joined Mary on the tour. At every stop it becomes more and more obvious until finally Sirius, a rockstar, ends up performing a sweet love song completely different from his music style as a love confession with help of Peter.

ch. 1

don't worry guys, every couple shall get their minute of fame

basically the journey of their lives together. they find love, they find FRIENDSHIP, they find beauty in the little things, they find laughter and peace and passion. this entire fic for me was to discover all the little things, the day to day things that makes life what it is. the shitty things people do and how they can come back from that. it's filled with jokes and family and bittersweet memories, pain and heartache and stretched silences. its all those moments you weave into stories to tell when you're old on a porch swing or young in a rocking chair. its their life.

ships & sexualities (let me cook)

alice - aroace bi

peter - asexual bi

mary - bisexual

pandora - pansexual

remus - bisexual

sirius - the gayest man to ever gay

regulus - transmasc gay

james - demispec pansexual

dorcas - lesbian

marlene - demisexual lesbian

lily - "not a lesbian"

barty - aroallo

evan - transmasc ace bi

mary x pandora = bitterhope/pandamary/ rosemary (my roman empire)

pending* peter x alice = palice (most beautiful qpr to ever qpr in the marauders era)

sirius x remus = wolfstar

regulus x james = sunseeker

dorcas x marlene = dorlene (they need something cooler)

evan x barty = rosekiller (gonna happen eventually though i kinda just dunno how)

i'm going to post in snips on this blog until i figure out the ao3 tags etc. main blog: @morallyundefined

@moonyswarmsweaters @sspadfoot @thingthatoncewastruee @babygirlsteddie @probs-reading

@labyrinthhofmymind @percabeth-trash @drunktayloratthevmas @cheekyboybeth

@starving-marauder-lover @yourlocalbadgerscales @taleofapart-timepoet @mirrs-ball

@tea-blankets-andstars @where-is-vivian @amberlink @wastingawayinmyroom @ashes-to-ashesxx

@equippedtolove @moon-girl88 @starregulus @siriusly-insane @jamespotterbbg

#whoever didnt wanna be tagged just let me know #first post up once my editor mutual gets back 2 me #marauders era #hp marauders #marauders fanfiction #wolfstar #pandamary #palice #rosekiller #jegulus #dorlene #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s #rosemary #saintcurse #marydora

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year ago

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fire spirit cookie + breeding kink hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (21/07/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; fire spirit cookie

outline ; “Hello! Whenever you get the chance to get to this story request I’d love to see something with Fire Spirit Cookie with breeding please or anything else you can think of. Female reader please and I’m 21 btw!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, breeding kink, dominant!fire spirit cookie, submissive!reader, female!reader, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, slight dumbification kink if you squint, references to pregnancy, brief bit of soft!fire spirit cookie at the end

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

fire spirit cookie’s breeding kink isn’t necessarily due to a want to reproduce — of course he’s up for having kids with you and thinks you’d be an awesome mother, but that’s not really at the forefront of his mind when he’s fucking you into the mattress

its more about getting you pregnant as a show of ownership and dominance — being able to do something to you, something that you’re begging him to do, that shows off your relationship and how eager you are to belong to him in a way that’s much more obvious than a mere hickey or wedding ring

so the second you start begging and pleading for him to fuck and fill and breed you, fire spirit cookie is going to give you exactly what you’re asking for

when the words leave your lips you’ll feel his grip on your thighs — just barely hot enough not to burn you and rough enough that his fingertips are pressing into the meat of your thighs — tighten as his hips stutter to a momentary stop

his lips, blazing and surprisingly soft, will curve into a smirk against the skin of your throat as he asks if you’re sure, punctuating his question with a playful nip at your jugular

then when he gets your confirmation — tearful, half-sobbed and half-hiccoughed, desperate — the fun is finally able to begin with a sultry whisper of ‘good girl’ that sends a wave of heat straight to your full and aching cunt

he starts off by harshly pushing your legs back and forcing you into the ‘mating press’ position, allowing him to reach the deepest spots inside of you as he fucks you to tears — one arm wrapped around your knees to keep them in place and his other hand reaching down to play with your clit as he utters absolute filth that has you whimpering and sobbing and moaning for more

he usually mixes praise with humiliation quite liberally when he has you pinned beneath him — chuckling and mocking you for how wet you are in the same breath that he’s cussing and complimenting you for how good your pussy feels wrapped around his cock — but now all of his comments are focused on how much he wants to breed you, how you’re such a good girl for letting him breed you, how he can’t wait to fill you up with his cum and watch you grow his child, and so on

and by then you’re far too far gone to offer any sort of retort — only able to slur out pleas for more or cry out his name with all the desperation and reverence of a blasphemous prayer

he won’t stop after the first round either; he wants to make sure it takes and will go on for as long as he thinks he needs to

and by the time he’s done with you, you’re left as little more than a squirming, overstimulated little mess that can’t think for herself — and he’s not fairing much better, but he’s still got enough of his sense about him to do some menial aftercare

the aftercare is, granted, quite minimal as he’s quite tired himself, but he does what he can: grabbing a damp washcloth and wiping away your sweat, checking in verbally to make sure that you’re not hurt, fetching you somethings to eat and drink, checking you over for any injuries because he did get rather overzealous, and then slipping into bed next to you and pulling you on top of him to fall asleep

… of course he makes sure to use two of his hot, slender fingers to push any of his cum that leaked out of your cunt back inside as to not let his hard work go to waste, but that wasn’t as big of a priority as making sure he didn’t actually hurt you

and as you fall asleep, exhausted and achy and more full than you’ve ever been, with your lover’s warm arms wrapped around your centre, you’ll be treated to a much softer side of fire spirit cookie that you’ve sparsely gotten to see before

a side that strokes soothing lines up and down the length of your back and presses his chin against the top of your head, whispering between yawns about the hypotheticals of your future — how good of a mother you’ll be, how he hopes that it takes, and that he doesn’t mind trying again later on if this round didn’t work

you won’t remember any of what he’s said come morning, just the aching of your hips and the marks left by his teeth as he bit his claim onto your throat and chest earlier on in the night, and he’ll just let you assume that his ferocity was all due to his need to dominate and own you

and it will work… at least until you get your first positive test and you get to see the genuine excitement on his face that even his usual egotistical smirk couldn’t hide

#sleepingdeath #female reader #female reader smut #minors dni #minors will be blocked #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #smut #smut hcs #cookie run smut #cro smut #cro x reader #cookie run x reader #fire spirit cookie x reader #fire spirit cookie smut

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littlepupwriting · 4 months ago

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Woven Ch.4

Masterlist

☆ Mean dom kylo, resistance sub reader, fem pronouns for reader, no y/n, descriptions of death (not main characters), angst, violence against reader, slow burn, eventual smut, interrogation, forced mindreading, non-force user reader, force user reader?, force choking, ptsd, massacre, more fun power dynamics, hand to hand combat, threats, this chapter is just plot but ya need good plot for great angst sex, knights of ren exsisting, A NEW CHALLENGER ENTERS THE RING☆

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY

You woke up to the blinding lights of medbay and the now familiar beeping of the small medical droid. It hovered around you, completing scans and disconnecting IVs from your arm. You got up and got dressed in the clothes that were folded next to the bed. Lightweight black tank top and black leggings. It was impressive quality, the fabric felt remarkably easy to move in. You expected the opposite, but the First Order didn't skimp on training clothes, even for prisoners. The door opened and a Stormtrooper entered, checking the screen next to the bed. "You're all ready to go, come with me." He led you out of the room, beginning yet another long trek through the never ending ship. Actually…

"Excuse me, what ship are we on? No one ever told me." You kept your voice innocent and light.

The Stormtrooper paused for a moment before looking down at you and responding.

"The Finalizer."

Your stomach twisted in knots. The Finalizer was huge, larger than any ship you had ever been on. It meant you were more likely to get lost if you tried to escape, if you could even figure out how. The Stormtrooper came to a stop in front of you and you almost ran into him, completely lost in your thoughts.

The door opened to a room you hadn't seen before. You took a steadying breath and stepped in. It was vast, with black padded walls and padded floors in the center. The door closed behind you as you scanned the combat training room. Running your hands over your ribs and abdomen you felt only slight discomfort, the little medical droid had done a great job healing you, much faster than you ever had been healed before.

You looked up and around the room and saw a large man in the corner at a table. He stood there, breathing hard and drinking water while wiping off sweat. His long black hair hid his face but did nothing to cover his shirtless back. Even from across the room you could make out large scars across it, obviously earned in battle. This must be the man that Kylo wanted to train you. For some reason he thought that you would make a good fighter, or else you wouldn't be here. Who knows, trying to understand the reasoning of a madman was hopeless, right now you needed to focus on training. Becoming a better fighter could be what helps you escape, so you were going to do your best.

Your head snapped up as the man called out your name. "Here." He pointed to a spot on the mat.

You walked over and stood there as he paid you no attention. His face took you by surprise, it had an almost boyish quality, his plush lips turned into a frown as he read the datapad in his hand. His thick brows were furrowed over deep set brown eyes. In contrast to his softer qualities, his nose and jaw were angular and intense. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed as he finished a swig of water and set the datapad down.

"You had formal combat training, right?" The man walked over to you on the mat.

"I had some training on the basics, and kept up with it over the years." There was no reason to lie to this man, besides its not like your formal training was top secret.

"Ok, warm up and we can see what you've got." His voice was smooth and surprisingly grounding, but after the past few days anything mildly calming would be soothing like a balm on a burn. Beginning to stretch, you rolled your shoulders and hands, lengthened your spine, and really took a moment to feel out what hurt and what didn't. It felt good to not be strapped down on some bed. Once your muscles felt warm you looked up at the man and asked what to do next.

"Let's do a simple spar."

You looked up at him incredulously, "You are huge and I just got out of the Medbay, don't you have someone more my size that I could spar with?"

"No." He responded plainly. "And you don't get to pick the weight class of who is trying to kill you in a fight." He brushed the hair out of his face with a large callused hand.

"Fine," you huffed. Of course this wouldn't be fair, you could tell that nothing on this damn ship would be.

You took a deep breath and widened your stance preparing to begin. Without any warning a huge fist came flying at your head, you dodged just in time to see his other fist begin swinging up at you from below. You quickly brought your arm up to cover your face and curled in, blocking the blow with your elbow. Yet another blow came to your side, you were able to side step just out of range and lower your block. You made eye contact with him and saw a flash of interest in his expression. He was watching your every move like a hawk, learning your reactions.

He was toying with you. He made a well placed kick that you blocked but got you off balance. Then a punch to your side. Hissing in pain you quickly regain your balance. You were sure someone had told him what your injuries were and he did it anyway. That pissed you off. You glared at him and he smirked.

You weren't a toy to play with, and your frustration was beginning to fuel your movements. Stepping closer, you threw your first punch, he blocked it, and the next three that you threw at him. After setting up that pattern for him to follow you broke it. You faked a gut punch and as he bent to block it you sent a solid punch right to his jaw. The shock on his face as your knuckles came in contact with his skin was priceless and as much as you wanted to take a moment to enjoy it, you kept going.

You threw more punches, most of which he blocked, but you were able to throw him off balance. Thankfully, you were small enough to twist away from some of his jabs and you leaned heavily on that as the sparring continued. You landed some hits and he landed some hits. You were sweating and hot but your frustration pushed you on. He went to kick you and to his disbelief you caught his ankle as it struck the meat of your thigh. You quickly raised his leg and bent it forcing him to struggle to keep balance on one foot. His face twisted from shock to anger. Without wasting a moment you pulled him, so his balance would fall forward and as he began to fall you threw your weight forward, bending his knee as far as it would go. You used your arm to lock it in place, his heel to his ass, then pushed him to the ground. You straddled his right thigh as you held his left leg folded and pinned in place then drove your free arm's elbow down into his stomach with no remorse.

A pained grunt blessed your ears as he fought to open his leg. Your weight had shifted when you dove at his stomach and he was able to break your grip. His foot made contact with your chest and he unceremoniously shoved you off. You gasped for air as your ribs ached. That one fucking hurt. Before you could recover he had you pinned on your back as you panted, holding your side.

His hair hung in his face, sticking to the sweat on his skin, and his cheeks had a slight pink to them from effort. You were completely pinned, not for lack of trying to throw him off. He straddled you easily, his size dwarfing yours. You attempted to use your legs and hips to shift him off, only succeeding to have his weight rest more in his hands on your shoulder and chest. You winced at the pressure and struggled to inhale fully. The air around you both felt hot and his body heat made it that much hotter. The temperature. In the room.

"Do I have to verbally secede or something?" You grunted, breaking the silence.

"I want to hear you say it." His voice came out only slightly labored as you rolled your eyes.

His eyebrows lowered, completely unamused. "Besides, admitting it out loud may help with your attitude problem." You could feel him lean just a little harder into his hands causing you to gasp in discomfort.

"FINE. Fine." He let up slightly. "I submit."

He didn't move, staring down at you.

"What? I said it, now get off," you groaned in frustration.

"Say it again."

"What?"

"Say it again," he repeated. "You ought to get used to saying it, so, say it again"

Yup, every single person on this ship is an asshole.

You glared up at him, "I submit, you win." It came out through your clenched jaw sounding almost like a hiss.

The corners of his mouth twitched up in a barely hidden smile. He drew it out for another second of eye contact before he finally let up and climbed off.

You took a deep breath, relieved to have him off of you and out of your personal space.

You watched as he turned his back and walked over to the table where his water sat. His stride was long and confident, each step feeling purposeful. You sat there on the mat catching your breath and observing him. The way his soft lips pressed against the mouth of the water bottle, and he swallowed the liquid greedily made your breath catch. In the past you don't remember being so enamored by a stranger but you were captivated. It must be your mind trying to work through all that has happened to you in the past few days. You couldnt look away, studying his hands, how easily the one held the bottle, the size of his hand making it look small in comparison. The smooth veins branching over the—

He was looking at you. Directly at you. The eye contact was piercing and almost overwhelming. You felt as though he had cast a spotlight on you, bringing your shameless staring to attention.

He didn't speak as he lowered the bottle from his lips, eyes on you the entire time. One eyebrow raised as he looked down at you with a small upturn to the corner of his lips, it was as if he was daring you to come up with a good excuse.

He hummed for a moment as if thinking before turning to face you.

"Need some?" His tone was condescendingly smooth, as if talking to a child.

If your cheeks weren't already red from fighting, they certainly were now. Quickly, you pulled yourself together, putting on a hopefully believable glare of annoyance.

"Yes, of course I'm thirsty, I just put your ass on the ground." You huffed.

As he responded you could hear the hint of a chuckle in his voice. "Yes you did. I'm impressed." He nodded.

A small rush of pride surged through your veins, though you tried not to let yourself enjoy it.

"Water is over in the locker rooms, that way." He lazily motioned with the hand still holding the water bottle, before bringing it back to his lips for more.

As soon as you caught yourself watching him again you quickly tore your eyes away to look where he had pointed, hoping that he hadn't noticed.

Beside the corner of the room was a short hallway that led to a pair of doors, each to their own locker rooms. You wandered inside to find lockers, showers, and changing areas. Near the towels was a small collection of water bottles. At least they keep their employees hydrated. Picking one up, you drank the water enjoying how crisp it was. Confirming that you were alone in the lockerroom you decided that it was worth poking around really quick, and did just that. Reading the posters on the walls, the instructions for loaning out equipment and a schedule for different mandatory training. All good things to keep in mind but nothing too important.

It was obvious that you had taken too long when you got back to the main room. The trainer looked impatient and called you over by name again. His voice echoed through the room in a way that sent chills down your spine. He glared down at you the whole walk over.

"Don't waste time." He widened his stance slightly. "Now, again," he commanded.

You matched his position and got focused as the fight began.

"What have you got a hot date to get to?" You instigated.

"I don't only train you," he deadpanned.

Of course he trains other people.

"Sounds boring," you counter.

His eyebrows raised as you both continued sparring. "If this is to easy you are more than welcome to join." He landed a solid hit to your side that left you gasping.

Hissing in pain, you glared up at him. He kept successfully blocking every punch and kick you tried, your frustration growing with each one.

"Sounds great," you grunted, struggling to keep up.

Before you could react he kicked one of your legs out from under you, forcing you on to the floor. He easily pinned you the same way he had before.

"Are you going to tap out or do I have to make you again?" He asked.

"…fine, I submit. Let me up."

He climbed off of you and you could breath again. Now standing, he leaned down and offered you his hand to help you get up. In a small act of rebellion you stood up without his assistance, ignoring the gesture entirely.

You could feel his eyes on you as you got to your feet, annoyance so obvious that you could hear it in his voice.

"Fine. Again."

And again you went, sparring over and over until you felt a layer of new bruises along your body.

Three water breaks later and you were utterly exhausted, your muscles ached and it was hard to stand without wobbling. You and the trainer had a solid banter going, and while yes, he was a bit of a dick, he seemed to be the most genuine person you had met so far on this ship. It wasn't always torture to talk with him, and sometimes his gestures felt almost kind. He seemed to actually care that you improved and would praise you when you did well.

"So you said you train with others, do you train with Kylo Ren too?"

You were sitting on the mat while he was looking back at his datapad reading something, he paused at your interruption, thinking for a moment before looking down at you to answer.

"Yes."

"I bet he is a pain in the ass," you quipped.

He had the smallest hint of a smile when he responded though his voice remained level, "It is easier to train him than you."

"Yeah sure," you rolled your eyes.

"Get up and go shower, I have other people to train now. There should be clothes for you in there." Just like that he was stoic again but he reached out to help you up, and just like before you went through the effort of getting your tired body up by yourself. He watched you struggle out of the corner of his eye then went back to reading his datapad.

You made your way to the locker room and found the folded set of clothes on a bench just as he had said. You showered in the hot water and took your time, washing away not only the sweat from working out but also the grimey feeling from being in medbay for days. You took a moment to appreciate the minimal scars forming where your lacerations were, the medical equipment here was truly amazing.

You stepped out of the shower wrapped in one of the provided black towels then got changed into the set of dark clothes that were provided. It was definitely not the same style of clothes as anyone else you had seen on the ship. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The pants were well designed, large and flowy until it tapered halfway down the calf with pockets in a smooth black fabric. The top as comfortable under the tight fitting charcoal grey jacket that opened in the front and zipped halfway up the neck. You looked like you belonged on that hellish ship, like you belonged with the First Order. The clothes were by far the nicest you ever wore and suited you well, and that realization made your skin crawl with disgust. At least you didn't look like a soldier.

You made your way out of the locker rooms, the sound of people fighting growing steadily louder. A small part of you hoped that it was your trainer sparring with Kylo Ren, it would be good to see him tired and frustrated. It would make him more human, give you proof that the monster could get tired and had weakness like anyone else. As you turned the corner you watched two men you didn't recognize fighting with each other, with a few others watching. Out of the observers you recognized the scared back of your trainer. You turned to leave when you realized past the door you entered through, you had no idea where you were in the ship or where to go.

You sighed and turned back, beginning the walk towards the center mat of the large room. Your existence didn't go unnoticed and for every set of eyes that found you the walk seemed to get longer. By the time you got to the group of men only the two sparring and the trainer weren't watching you.

The four men beside your trainer were huge and burly compared to his slimmer muscle. They were also all staring at you openly, unlike your trainer who didn't spare a glance.

You felt like you were under a microscope and quite uncomfortable as you began to speak.

"Excuse me." Your manners surprised not only you but your trainer as well, though the only acknowledgment he gave you was his eyebrows raising in subtle surprise as he continued watching the men fight. You decided to attribute your politeness to being watched by strangers.

"No one told me what to do next." The man's eyebrows raised even further.

"You want me to tell you what to do?" He sounded cocky and you sighed in response.

"I don't know where anything is on this maze of a ship or where I can go without being shot for being where I shouldn't be." You pointed out. "Listening to you is slightly better than being shot."

You could hear poorly concealed snickers from the men beside you.

He tapped a few different things on his datapad before turning to you with disdain.

"Someone will be here shortly to babysit you, until then you will sit and observe in silence."

You glared up at him with hatred, about to argue and he stared back, silently challenging you. You saw the unspoken threat of knocking you back onto the floor and pinning you again, so you decided not to push it. You took a deep breath and sat with a indignant huff, watching the two fight on the mat. More muffled laughter.

The men sparring finished with a devastating loss, one in an arm bar on the ground under the other. You were impressed, they had obviously trained for years to be killing machines. You also noticed that they all seemed to be friends.

Before you could get further lost in your thoughts you heard your name, looking up you saw a stormtrooper standing with the trainer. "He will take you to your room, and bring you dinner. More training tomorrow."

You stood to follow the Stormtrooper and without thought you said thank you to your trainer. It was an old habit from childhood to thank the people you sparred and learned from before going home. It must have come back to the surface. Your trainer nodded, wordlessly accepting your thanks, and unbeknownst to you his eyes followed you out the door.

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