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Sdv Bachelors X super loud Farmer in bed?

SDV Bachelors x Loud Farmer (In Bed)

Summary: How SDV bachelors react to their usually quiet farmer being surprisingly loud in bed. Warning(s): SMUT, Slight degradation on Shane's part, Sebastion and Elliot being canon munches, Alex kinda gives “sex in cemetery before zombie apocalypse” vibes.

Side Note(s): I've always wondered where people would get those nsfw headers and I finally found the sauce as to where I get them. I'm literally over the moon right now.

Also, I'm in the firm belief that Alex is a gay man but for the sake of fairness. I'm including him in this 😔

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Elliot

Pleasantly surprised (and eager to hear your voice again).

Throughout y'all's relationship. Elliot knew you to be a very level-headed person, and it was hard to get an intense reaction out of you. Even when you two first kissed on a boat, you offered him nothing but the sight of faint dusting on your cheeks and you stuttering a little.

From then on, he naturally thought you'd be like that with everything! Including the bedroom.

Boy was he wrong, and he was more than happy to see how loud you could get.

♡ - "My...what was that, my dear?" He purred, looking up from between your thighs with a teasing glint in his eyes. As you steadily came out of your daze, trying to relive the last few moments, your cheeks suddenly burst into flames as you remembered the noise you just made. "N-Nothing," You said. "You were hearing things..." Elliot tilted his head with a teasing smile. He was no fool, and nor would he allow yourself to so easily disregard the noise you just made. A noise that nearly made him cum untouched within his pants as the sound played over and over and over again within' his head.

He had to hear it again.

Suddenly, his tongue flicked over your clit again, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat at the act. "Seems we'll have to set aside some time to teach your mouth to be as honest as your pussy, huh?" Without leaving you room to respond, his mouth quickly found your pussy again, lewd slurping noises leaving from between your thighs as he switched between tongue-fucking your sex and sucking on your clit.

Let's just say that Elliot managed to get more than a few more noises out of you that night...

Sebastion

Shocked.

See, you and Sebastion were similar in the quiet department. Personality wise at least.

He knew how you'd react to certain things because it was how he would react, and that dynamic made your relationship very smooth sailing. And like Elliot, he thought that personality would follow into the bedroom. So imagine his face when you let out an adorably loud moan.

It felt like all time stopped in that very moment, his thrusts stilling immediately as he looked down at you with wide eyes.

Oh, he was going to have so much more fun with you now that he knew that his spouse had a secret set of lungs in her.

♡ - He froze the second he heard it.

A breathy and needy little moan that left your kiss swollen lips from the heavy makeout session Sebastion and you had earlier.

There was no mistaking the noise he heard. As you slowly started to come down from your high, a disappointed yet quieter moan leaving your lips as you began to open your teary eyes to look down at him. The pout that appeared on your lips after made Sebastion's cock harden even more inside his shorts. "Sebby..." You whispered, breathlessly. "Why'd you stop...?"

"That noise you made..."

"Huh?"

"Do it again, I didn't know you could be so loud."

Your cheeks suddenly felt like they caught on fire as you quickly shifted your head to the side. "I-I don't know what you're talking about- Oh!" There it was again, this time thanks to the curling of Sebastion's skilled fingers inside your warm pussy rather than his surprisingly talented tongue. He began to wonder how many more times you would make that noise for him, how long you'd be able to make those noises from him until you were too fucked dumb in order to say anything else.

Sebastion then started to lightly nip at the insides of your thighs, gently calling your attention back to him as a smirk crawled onto his lips. "Y/N..." Sebastion whispered only for your ears to hear.

"How many more times can you make that cute noise~?"

Sam

Oh, he's blushing.

Before the two of you started dating, the only thing Sam knew about you was that you were the quiet and sweet-hearted farmer who was eager to help everyone. There weren't any rumors of you getting upset with anyone or raising your voice a single time!

And he loved it.

To the point where it developed into a perverted fantasy of his to hear you moan just once. That fantasy served as his favorite jerk-off material inside his head as he's creamed in his pants more than a few times because of it.

So, when you two started having sex with one another and he managed to get a loud whine from you?

He was hooked from there.

♡ - "Y/N?" Sam said to you, sweat dripping from his brow as his thrusts slowed. "What was that?"

You would've thought he was asking a mundane question about the weather with how innocent it sounded. As if he weren't just plowing into your cunt just a second ago. As you dazedly opened your eyes to look into his blue orbs, wide and practically gleaming with the eagerness of an over-excited dog. You slowly licked your top lick as you tried to find your words.

The only ones you could find were- "I-I don't know..." You panted.

Immediately, a frown came onto Sam's lips as he resumed his movements, his grip tightening on your love handles and thus restarting your loud moans bouncing off the walls.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" He questioned.

"You're making the noise right now! It's not good to lie..." Sam continued as he eyed your tits bouncing from underneath him, his cheeks somehow turning an even deeper shade of red as all he wanted to do was suck on them. But, he had an even bigger mission in front of him.

To make sure that you never hid your pretty moans again.

They were everything he had ever wanted to hear since he had developed a crush on you! To hear something different come from those pretty lips of yours that he fisted his cock to every other night since before you two started dating...now he finally had what he wanted, he couldn't just let you hide them and act like nothing happened!

"Fuuucckkk..." Sam moaned, drool dribbling out the side of his mouth as he relished in your pussy. Whiny 'aht aht ahts' leaving your lips as your cunt tightened around his dick.

"Don't ever hide your noises from me again babe~"

Alex

Not very surprised tbh.

Alex would've probably assumed there had to have been a crack under that quiet, seemingly "perfect" facade of yours. And before you two were dating, he was doing almost everything to find it.

Teasing you, trying to say certain words in order to fluster you and even being (respectfully) touchy with you via bumping into you and placing a hand on your arm from time to time.

Still, you didn't crack once.

He almost gave up until one fateful night when you were at the beach and he came across you. One meaningful talk later and you were somewhere in the forest against a tree and him behind you, pulling you onto his cock repeatedly like a man starved.

Safe to say, you were making noises then.

♡ - When you let out a whiney "Alex~!". He didn't stop even for a moment.

Oh no, he continued pistoning into your sloppy pussy as you struggled to hold yourself against a tree somewhere deep within Cindersap forest. Yet, all he could ever think about was how much he longed to hear those noises since the first moment you two met.

How many nights he spent in his bedroom imagining the shy farmer underneath him or on top of him as he fucked you until you scarcely remembered your own name. Now? It was finally a reality, and with more fire than his imagination could ever hope to recreate.

"Fuck yeah farmer," Alex smirked to himself as he grabbed your ass, using the grip his other hand had upon your hip to slam you further down his throbbing dick. "Bet you didn't even hear yourself, huh? I know you didn't." He continued to talk, not even caring if you were coherent enough to hear what he was saying as your moans only increased in pitch and frequency while your slick started to drip down the front of his thighs.

"'Cause if you did-" A drawn-out groan interrupted his line of speech as you suddenly clenched around him. A loud keening noise leaving your lips as his jaw dropped in shock at your squirt splashing against where you two were joined.

Oh, now he definitely needed to fuck you again.

"Fuck farmer, didn't know you were a squirter~" He smirked as he leaned forward a little to take your chin into his hand, shaking your head like you were a ragdoll to make you come to a little.

"H-Huh...?" You said dazedly.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, a cocky laugh leaving his lips as his hips started to move again. "Don't worry farmer, we have all night to recreate those cute moans again...as well as you squirting on my dick again..."

Harvey

I think that he'd be blushing and would be just as embarrassed as you would be.

Harvey may be knowledgeable about female anatomy since he's a doctor but he's not experienced in personally having sex. I think that would make him think that he's not exactly 'good enough' to make the well-known quiet farmer let out a loud moan.

Once he managed to though (and did a quick check-in to make sure he didn't do anything wrong and it was actually pleasurable for you) he's definitely going to repeat the action over and over without fault.

Anything for his pretty spouse.

♡ - Harvey looked up at you like a confused little puppy when you made those noises, his brown eyes wide from shock and curiosity as he studied your facial expressions for a beat.

He didn't think this would ever happen.

He was content in your soft moans and quiet pleas for him to continue his ministrations whenever you two would become intimate. He never thought you would be loud in bed with him and he was fine with that! So long as you weren't in pain and you were enjoying him, he didn't need a louder moan or needier whine to spur him to continue.

But...he wouldn't deny that the absolute hunger that was in his name when you said it a little bit louder than usual. Your hand gripping his wrist in a need to try and ground yourself, the covers on the bed no longer seeming to do it for you. This moment...he could find himself becoming addicted to it easily. "Y-Y/N?" Harvey broke the silence as he moved up a little to better look into your eyes, to double-check to make sure you weren't in any pain.

"...Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" He asked hesitantly as you slowly opened your eyes to look at him.

Your breath was fast but soft, almost like a rabbit's as you looked at him as if he hung the very moon and stars for you and you alone. "I-I'm fine..." You said, your eyes following him as he went back to his position between your thighs, his fingers slowly returning to his task as they grazed your pussy.

Your thighs twitched at the contact. "Why'd you stop...?" You asked, a little impatient. "Keep going."

Oh, he planned to.

"Sorry," Harvey said as he pressed a gentle kiss just a little under your navel as his fingers plunged into your pussy once more, curling just enough so that they rubbed against that sweet spot inside your cunt. Teasing but juuussttt enough to make you ache and crave for more, to make your pussy drip. "Just had to make sure you were okay." He continued as he finger-fucked you, his lips pressing against the inside of your thighs appreciatively as he listened to the needy squelching of your pussy.

He'd keep going, again and again and again.

So long as he got to hear more sounds from you.

Shane

Imma add in my two cents to the dom Shane crowd and say that Shane would be confident but in a less 'dude-bro' way. (like Alex)

He wouldn't be shocked. He's had a few one-night stands here and there, and would definitely know his way around. Man or woman.

So when you let out a symphony of pleasurable screams when he was rearranging your insides, your hands gripping onto your pillows for dear life. He didn't dare ease up or take a minute to let yourself notice that you were letting out such lewd noises.

He just kept on moving, silently committing each moan, whine, and scream to memory.

♡ - Your face was deep in your pillow when you let out a drawn-out scream as you came around Shane's dick. A creamy ring starting to form as Shane continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

He always knew you were capable of it, being louder and no longer abiding by that 'shy, quiet little farmer' title that the town liked to place on you. From the moment you talked to him when you were a few days into being in Pelican Town, a thought flashed through his mind that begged to know the answer to a question that plagued him for a while now...

Were you just as quiet in bed?

A fleeting question at first until he really started to take notice of your figure. Plush thighs and a soft stomach, a cute full face, and doe eyes, those features all serving to make his cock as hard as diamond as you became the face in his imagination when he jerked off at night.

Now that you two were dating, however...he no longer had to imagine or wonder.

He simply had to fuck you right and press the right buttons in order to get you to make the sounds that he desperately wanted to hear.

"Fuck Y/N..." Shane moaned as his grip tightened upon your ass, both fucking you faster and trying to control your squirming through your overstimulation. "Always knew that quiet shit was a fucking farce, you just needed to get fucked right, yeah? Cute lil' slut."

When you turned your head to look behind you with teary eyes, he sucked in a breath as a smirk came onto his lips. He'd take that as a 'yes' to his answer. "Fuuckkk...I'm right aren't I?" He said.

"Seems like I'm finally lucky in this town, eh? Cute farmer begging for the local drunk's dick. Bet this is why you started talking to me in the first place."

"N-No...." You said with a dumb smile coming onto your lips after. "O-Only you..."

"Eh? You only talked to me for me?" He leaned down as he said that, hiding his pinkening cheeks via tucking his face into your neck, excusing his actions by sucking hickeys onto your skin. "Cute."

"Almost makin' me want to go easy your ass." Immediately, he contradicted his words as his thrusts sped up. His groans and grunts began to shift into quick yet deep gasps as he felt his orgasm approaching. "...Not that I will, we still have allll night~"

Bonus! Mr. Qi

He's very playful when you let out a noise you or him didn't think you were capable of making.

He'll tease you and question why you didn't make such a sound earlier. The quiet and sweet farmer? Not making a sound, even though he didn't fully believe that himself, he wouldn't deny that he was in the process of doing so seeing as it really seemed that way from your past sexual encounters!

But, when his cock finally pressed against the right spot against your twitching walls?

He definitely wasn't going to let you live that down, he's talking your ear off the entire time as you're losing your voice over his dick.

♡ - "Ohoho...care to make that noise again farmer~?"

Of all the explorations he's been on all the secrets and mysteries he's unraveled within this valley and beyond...his favorite and most enjoyable journey has been with you. Even when you first arrived to the valley, talk of the late farmer's quiet grandchild spreading like wildfire, he was interested in you!

You challenged yourself and had morals he could get behind.

He didn't even realize he was taking a more...intimate interest in you until you happened upon him one day and he saw you in the flesh for the first time, your cute body and shy demeanor captivating him similarly to a drug.

And now...now that he has you underneath him, pressing your hands against his chest in an attempt to ground yourself as his cock rubbed deliciously against your walls. He was most definitely hooked, even more so now that he has unraveled yet another mystery.

The mystery of whether or not you were capable of being loud in bed or not.

Qi pressed a kiss to your cheek as he pressed your legs further down, your knees nearly touching your ears as the blue-skinned man fucked you in a tight mating press. "I knew there had to be something lewd under that delicate appearance you tried to maintain," He whispered in your ear, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"Though, not very fair of you farmer to keep it hidden away from me for so long!" He chuckled when you cracked open your eyes, your vision dazed and blurry from your tears as you heard nothing but white noise in your ears.

Not that he minded much, he'd have all the time in the world to recount your cute voice to you later...

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fidogo · 3 months ago

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ghost x reader in a winter apocalypse au | wc: 1.4k | warnings: cannibalism mention, guns, vague predator/prey kink

part 1 part 2

damn 2 within hours cause my brain was pumping and with a header now

“You’re not going to eat me, right?”

It’s a stupid fucking question to be asking this late into the night. Ghost stares at you, flames flickering his eyes. He keeps his skull mask on, making it extra difficult to deduce what his silence implies.

Something inside you told you to follow him. He hadn't hurt you, and you've got nothing left in your cabin. It sits empty right now, windows smashed, door torn off. All your hard work at making preserved and cured meats, down the drain. In the brief moment that Ghost began to walk away, you made a decision. Better to be traveling in a pack with a wolf than being hunted by one.

God, this was so impulsive of you. When he let you go, you should’ve hightailed it back to your run-down cabin. Instead, you've turned yourself into a pet, hoping to get fed off of scraps.

Ghost had built a fire effortlessly, his survival skills methodical and precise, clearly leagues better than you're own. But he introduced himself and let you sit at his fire anyway.

Up here, society had essentially collapsed when the freeze happened. Survival skills in the back of your mind prickle at Ghost being fine with you camping with him for the night. But then again, with how quickly he restrained you earlier, he knows you don't pose a threat to him.

Your stomach churns as you think, the woods silent save for the cracking of the fire, and the gentle calls of nocturnal birds.

There’s a chance Ghost might kill you still, or worse. He told you his name is Ghost for fucks sake. You felt the thickness of his body when he straddled you, pinning you to the snow. Felt the effortless strength that kept your bucking hips from freeing you. Felt the warmth lick its way up your body at the pressure and friction-

A piece of jerky lands at the snow by your feet.

You blink up at Ghost. His mask is partially pulled up to reveal a jaw covered in blonde stubble. There are deep gashes in them, scars that make you shiver. Shadows dance along his face, the pockmarks, and chunks of missing flesh slashing along his jaw in an ugly manner.

He chews on a larger slab of jerky, teeth gnashing into mystery meat. Fuck, you hope it’s not another person. Maybe he’s letting you stay so he can eat you later. Going to keep you safe and fed until he runs out of his current supply. Your muscles tense, seconds away from sprinting deeper into the everwinter woods when he speaks.

“‘ts cow. You can eat it.” His mouth is full, and he doesn’t even bother to look at you. You pick up the jerky, mentally cringing at how tough the meat is. It's hard to get through, nearly leather at this point, but at least it tastes like beef. You chew slowly, savoring the feeling of eating after a long day of stupidly tracking him.

“I don’t eat people,” Ghost says. You believe him, letting yourself relax a little. He’s still a threat, but he’s not a cannibal at least.

“Except for pussy, I guess.”

You choke on a piece of your jerky, coughing unexpectedly. He fucking what? Your body heats up, and you stare at him, not entirely sure what to say. He’s already tugged his mask back down, and he gives you a look you can’t decipher.

You stare at the fire, jerky abandoned for now, and adrenaline pumping. You should've gone home when you had the chance.

"Why didn' ya use that?" You reluctantly look at your odd companion, your body somehow still too warm despite the ice-chilled air. You follow Ghost's gaze to your rifle. Oh. That.

Perhaps the only thing of objective value you still own (you're partial to the pictures tucked safely inside your dry bag). The rifle kept you alive. It was either learn to shoot or starve, so you learned.

"Never shot a person," you answer flatly. It was one thing to shoot a squirrel or a buck, but another human being? You feel heavy at the thought.

"Lucky then," Ghost grunts staring at you. He's not wrong. You know you had been fortunate to only come across the lone trader and not anyone worse. You think of the people who broke into your home and feel a wave of nausea. If you had been home...

You stare at your rifle.

"You've shot people?" you ask, already knowing the answer. He chuffs at you, sending you an incredulous look as if to say 'Of course I've shot people. How daft are you?'

Ghost sets up a little sleeping area too close to the fire, and pats a spot on his tarp next to him.

“C’mon. Too cold for ya to sleep without my body heat.” He’s wrong of course. Between the fire, your own little bedroll, and your parka, you’d be fine for one night.

You set your bedroll down by his anyway.

The plastic tarp he's placed will keep you further insulated from the snow. And a little extra body heat couldn’t hurt. When you let your eyes finally close, you pretend your thighs squeezing tight is to somehow maintain heat, and has nothing to do with you imagining the man behind you between your legs, scarred lips savoring the wetness of your cunt.

You wake up to sunlight streaming in your face. You wince, turning into your bedroll, trying to block out the light while your brain slowly reboots.

Ghost is already awake; you hear him packing up his gear already. The fire has almost completely died, nothing but smoldering embers left.

He pushes at your arm lightly, as if he was waiting to do so until you woke up on your own.

"Need ya to get up," he says, voice gruff but somehow still soft. Your sleepy mind puzzles over the contradiction. "Need to pack the tarp."

The logic makes sense to you, but you stay stone-still, focusing on the slight pressure of his hand stroking your arm through your parka. You wonder how his skin would feel against yours, warm and rough and demanding-

You practically jump up, thoughts propelling you into action. Ghost stares at you from where he's squatting. His gaze is pinning, and you feel as if you were a beetle stuck on its back. Fleshy underbelly exposed.

He eventually drags his eyes down to your bedroll, and then back to you. You huff a little, feeling embarrassed before you start to pack your things. Ghost rises to his full height, waiting.

"Going to the safe zone. You can come with me or not." He says it so casually as if it were normal.

The nearest safe zone was maybe a week or two away by walking. It's dangerous; this territory's full of large predators, cannibals, and weirdos in general. Not to mention the weather itself...

But he seems like a man who could make it, someone who knows what he's doing. And he just offered you a get out of jail free card.

You stare up at him. Frozen, as little snowflakes begin to swirl in the air. They land on his eyelashes, dusting his white camo jacket.

Your eyes widen slightly, as it finally clicks that he's probably military. Or some crazy doomsday prepper who happened to correctly guess "snowpocalypse." Regardless, better to stick with the predator at the top of the food chain.

Another thought bubbles to the front of your mind: he didn't try anything with you. He had talked about eating pussy and then had his thick body huddled against yours for warmth and....nothing.

You should feel elated at that, but something hollow rings through you. A hungry emptiness; you shove it deep down. You cannot afford to give those aches any legitimate thought.

"I'll go with you." You nod at him, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You turn back to your bedroll, packing it up as quickly as you can. Pangs of excitement jolt through you, your heart feeling light for the first time in a long time.

Ghost grunts in acknowledgment.

"A'right then. Gotta feed yourself though. Can ya do that?" he asks, and you can see his eyebrow raise in question. He's not going to hold your hand through this, not going to carry you to the safe zone.

You nod at him, glancing at your rifle. This is your best chance, and you've hunted a few critters over the last 8 years, what's a few more for a week or two.

You were finally going to the city.

#cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #apocalypse au

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joelmillerswife9 · 14 days ago

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Sunday Rides

Summary: You and your biker boyfriend Joel go on a picnic that ends with the two of you making love in the rain 🙈💕Reader is 29 Joel is 36

I loved writing this and I hope you love it as well! Also, I do have a header for this, but I’m posting on my phone and I’ll upload it when I’m in front of my computer.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Kissing. S*x in public, pet names, cursing, no apocalypse, Joel rubs tanning lotion on reader.

“You know I’m such a fool for you..

You got me wrapped around your finger…

Do you have to let it linger….

Do ya have to.. do ya have to….”

The soft rhythm of The Cranberries mixed with the occasional radio static roams along the peaceful house. You hum the melody as you stir a freshly made pitcher of strawberry lemonade, Joel’s favorite. You pour the tangy refreshment into two mason jars and seal the lids on tight. Placing them at the bottom of the red cooler backpack, you check off items Joel told you to prepare.

“Okay..” Counting with your fingers, you make sure nothing is missing.

“Lemonde… sandwiches… fruit cups… utensils ... suntan lotion… sunglasses…Joel said he will bring towels… that’s everything”

You maneuver the items into the pack and set it on the wooden kitchen island. The clock ticks 10:50, Joel said to be ready for a surprise at 11. Cleaning up the counter of dirty knives and crumbs, a young vibrant voice flows along the radio speaker:

“Good mornin’ to all you hunnies soakin’ in the warm Texas sun and good vibes on this gorgeous Sunday morning. Whether you’re still in bed or out and about, we hope you stick around listenin’ to 95.9 TXRadio! We’re gonna continue our 90’s throwback party after these messages and when we come back we’ll tell you how to land tickets to that upcoming Kenny Chesney concert in Dallas, so don’t turn that dial!!”

After wiping the counters and sweeping the floor, you patter up the stairs to grab for sandals and a pair of sunglasses. You choose a pair of red flip flops to match your cherry patterned bikini, that hugs your body under your high waisted denim shorts and white baby tee. Grabbing the heart shaped sunglasses to complete the look, you pull your curls back in a cute half up half down style. It’s very reminiscent of those 1950’s pin up models you idolized as a young girl. You can’t help but feel like a classic beauty as you glance at your reflection in the mirror applying coconut flavored lip gloss. You’re sparkling from the inside out. After sporting one last look in the mirror, the doorbell rings from downstairs.

“Coming!” you sing out into the open.

Darting down the stairs, you swing the front door open to find Joel leaning his body up against the old door frame. You’re taken back by the look he’s modeling; aviator sunglasses that put Maverick to shame, a tight black t-shirt that accentuates every bulging muscle in his arms and torso with a denim jacket to compliment, and blue bootcut jeans that make his meaty thighs look irresistible. Unable to calculate syllables, you yank Joel by the shirt pulling him out of the unforgiving Texas heat. Your lips smack onto each other like a tidal wave, Joel moans sucking the short lasting gloss off your bottom lip.

“Mmmmm… ya taste good, kitten”

“Thank you” You mutter snaking your arms around his cozy neck bringing him closer.

If he hadn’t planned a schedule, Joel would have hoisted you over his shoulder for a quick shag in the living room. But, the weather was calling for afternoon rain showers so ya’ll needed to get a move on. Leaving one last kiss on your swollen lips, he pulls away. Immediately, you feel the withdrawal growing from the distance of his touch and mouth.

“Did you get everything, kitten?”

“Yes I did” nodding in agreement.

“Good girl” he says, delivering a peck on your forehead. He follows you into the kitchen where the cooler pack rests on the island. Slinging it over your back like it’s nothing, Joel grabs for something in his back pocket.

“Before we go, I need you to put this on. It’s part of the surprise” In his palm lies a wrinkled bandana. Cocking your head, you grasp the cloth placing it over your eyelids. Turning around, Joel hums an unfamiliar tune while his digits tie a small knot.

“Too tight?” A phrase he’s asked before in the bedroom. You nod your head no. All of the other senses go haywire wondering what this surprise could be. Interlacing his fingers between yours, Joel guides you down the hall. The front door creaks open, the warm breeze tickles at your skin.

“Alright darlin, we’re steppin’ out onto the porch.. I got ya”

Not letting go of your hand Joel guides you, “Alight, keep walkin’... one step… and another.. good girl… just a few more steps.. okay, kitten take it off”

Sliding the cloth over your curls, you squeal in excitement. Parked in the driveway, a red and black Harley Davidson Classic glistens in the sunlight. It resembles the motorcycle that old Hollywood star Marlon Brando rode in your favorite film, The Wild One. The same movie that was showing at Daddy O's Drive-In when Joel brought you there for a first date. He knew you appreciated the classics and in that moment, you could see his heart of gold under the rustic cowboy persona. Nuzzing into the front seat of his pick up truck, you watched the film while feeding each other reeses pieces (his choice) and sweet tart ropes (your favorite). Joel didn’t care much for the film, he was more invested in watching the excitement in your bright eyes; how they darted at the fast motorcycles zigzagging on the screen. He loved the way your teeth grazed your bottom lip at the sight of Marlon Brando. He loved that you appreciated the simplicity of life.

Tears well up around your eyelids; Joel did all of this out of love and appreciation for you.

“You like it?” Joel questions wrapping himself behind you.

“Like? I love it, Joel! Where did you find it?”

“Remember the rancher on Elmer Street that Tommy and I have been working on? Well, we found it abandoned in an old shed and I’ve been fixin’ it up for a couple of weeks. After a few adjustments and a upgraded paint job, she’s good as new”

“Joel,.. I- it’s amazing. Can we go for a ride?” you ask.

“That’s the plan, kitten. Hop on” giving a little smack to your butt you waste no time. Straddling the seat behind Joel, the hot leather stings your thigh but you don’t even care. You’re bursting to get out on the road. Joel adjusts the mirrors, your heart-shaped sunglasses block your bright eyes, but nothing could hide the enthusiasm oozing out of your smile.

“You ready my little highway queen?” Joel asks, sticking the key in the ignition.

“I was born ready, baby” there was a hint of arousal in your tone. You're aching for him to rev the engine.

One click, and the engine purrs like a kitten sending shockwaves between your legs. Joel chuckles at the thought of you getting turned on by a machine. Slowly easing out of the driveway, Joel takes it easy through the neighborhood. Your hands enfold around his torso for support. Passing one house and another, the ride is smooth as honey. Out on the main road, Joel revs the engine a little harder, the vibration growls as it intensifies. A couple of traffic lights and stop signs, Joel gets off the exit heading away from town. That’s when the fun begins. No limits on the highway. It’s just you, Joel, and the open road. The motorcycle goes from 30- 90mph with a snap of your fingers and you grip tighter around him. You’ve never felt a sense of liberation like you do at this moment. The thrill wrenching through your veins is indescribable, but you want to chase it for the rest of your life. The mountains, the highway, the fields, it’s your playground. Joel’s palm finds yours and delivering a soft kiss on your skin. Through the heart shaped sunglasses, you get a glimpse of Joel in the mirror. His lips curved into a grin as his dark locks danced in the fast breeze. His aviators perched perfectly on his strong nose; he’s timeless to you. Moving your hands from his torso to his shoulders, you bring your lips closer to his neck. Brushing your mouth along his skin, you plant delicate kisses along his neck and ear. He twitches at the kitten lick around his earlobe.

“You’re gonna make me crash” he hollers.

Quoting a song from The Smiths, you croon in his ear, “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die”

He shakes his head at your sense of humor. Revving the engine, Joel takes off on the blacktop. Mountains, street lines, everything passes before your eyes quicker than a lightning bolt. You feel invincible sitting behind Joel; you wonder if the ability to fly is possible. Tilting your chin to the sapphire sky, you inhale a taste of freedom. Without thinking, your fingertips slip away from Joel’s denim jacket along with your palms. Gracefully stretching your arms over your head, you have an urge to scream out into the universe to let the whole world know what you’re feeling. Taking in a deep breath, you let out a ferocious howl that echoes past the mountains.

“Let it out, babygirl,” Joel utters to himself, admiring you in the side mirror.

After 30 minutes on the road, Joel turns onto a bumpy dirt path that makes your body hop up and down. You can’t help but laugh at the titillating motion. A couple more zigzags and Joel parks the Harley. This was the real surprise.

“Oh.. Joel.. this is” you lift your sunglasses off your face to view the breathtaking landscape. Scenery like this could only be consummated from your daydreams or Van Gogh’s artwork. You blink twice to make sure it’s real. A crystal clear lake that stretches beyond the blue sky accompanied by a field of wild sunflowers swaying in the gentle gust. Mountains peak in the distance while the mockingbird chirps along the pink and green salix of a willow tree.

Joel leans into you brushing his scruffy beard across your cheek, “I know you’d like it. Cmon.. let’s get to explorin’”

Joel jumps off the bike and crotches down to the leather satchel on the side of the Harley. He grabs two towels and a polaroid camera. Placing his denim jacket on the seat, trails of sweat travel down his neck making your mouth water. He looks like a god in the blistering sun. Joel lends a hand out helping you off the machine. From the intense vibrations of the motor, your legs feel like jelly when you stand up. Walking off the numbness, you two walk down to the willow tree overlooking the lake.

“This is perfect” you say, placing the cooler pack in the shady region. Grabbing the picnic blanket from the side, the checkered red and white cloth stretches along the grass. You kick your flip flops on opposite sides to keep it from blowing away. While you set everything up, Joel struts towards the lake. Overlooking the mountains, you gasp at the sight of his shirt effortlessly being stripped from his solid core, over his tousled curls. The muscles in his back flex as he rolls the tension out of his shoulders. His sun kissed skin exposes a beautiful alignment of freckles along his shoulders and back. Hands in his pockets, he turns to you smiling behind the reflected aviators. Rising to your knees, you prance towards Joel at the edge of the water.

“How’s it goin?” he questions putting an arm around you.

“We’re all set up, captain”

Joel’s hand cups your face drawing you in for a kiss. There’s a taste of salt on his lips when your tongues collide, fueling your hunger for more of Joel’s affection. Jumping into him, he wraps your body around him pulling you closer. The baby tee slips over your head, Joel becomes feral at the sight of your cherry bikini top. A soft groan rumbles in his chest.

“You know what cherries do to me”

“That’s why I wore it” biting your lip grinning.

“C’mon.. Daddy’s starvin’” Joel throws you over his shoulder making you squeal. Planting a little smack on your bottom, he makes way to the willow tree. Laughing and kicking your legs, you playfully shout, “Don’t drop me”. Joel delicately puts you down and sits up on the blanket. Opening the pack, you assemble two mason jars of strawberry lemonade, homemade fruit cups assorted with berries and citrus fruits, and chicken salad sandwiches. His eyes widen at the sight of his favorite foods.

“This looks amazing babe, you made all my favorites” Joel praises removing his aviators from his face.

Even after four years, his eyes make your heart melt like a popsicle that’s been left out in the middle of the desert. While eating lunch together under the willow tree, you gaze out into the field of sunflowers. The tall yellow stems whip from one side to the other letting its grass honey aroma make its way to your picnic. You’d love to take some home to liven up the dining room.

“Do you mind if I go pick some flowers, Joel”

“Go ahead, darlin” Joel says, gnawing on a strawberry.

Grabbing a pair of cutting scissors from the pack you run along the hill to the sunflowers. Joel turns to watch; he smiles at how your curls bounce along the red strings of your bikini. There’s concentration in your hand motions like one little hiccup in your cutting skills could damage the flower. Snipping the flowers one by one, Joel grabs for his Polaroid. He adjusts the lenses and snaps a shot of you. The film snakes out at the bottom of the camera, it’s perfect. Joel stands to his knees making his way towards you; his boots making loud crunches on the tall grass. Bringing the camera to eye level Joel hollers, “Smile”. Right as you turn around the camera clicks. You laugh and bring the fresh cut flowers to your face, only your eyelids are visible.

Hands waving in the air you dramatically plead, “Paparazzi, please! No pictures!”

“Cmon, kitten. I can never have too many pictures of your gorgeous face”

Lost in his eyes, you bring the bouquet of flowers to his chest and smile. He brings the camera to his eyes, but pauses before snapping the picture. He inches towards you and brings the bouquet closer to your face, only showing your eyelids. Sweeping a piece of hair out of the way, his digit glides along the bridge of your nose.

“Stunning” he compliments.

“Stay right there. That’s perfect, baby girl” Joel says, getting the camera ready. Your eyes curve from the hidden smile on your lips. The camera clicks and the polaroid prints out at the bottom.

“Lemme see” you say, dropping the flowers to your waist.

The polaroid clears up, a silent “Wow” paints along Joel’s lips. He can never have too many photos of you, but this one is like no other. The natural beauty exudes off the film. Your eyes and skin glow in the sun, your hair rests perfectly on your shoulders. The photo is like a lost memory from the past, like a flower child from the 1960’s. You’re timeless in the photograph.

“It’s nice” you say.

“Nice? It’s exquisite, darlin’. Might have to send it in to one of those fashion magazines you’re always readin’ ”

Chuckling, you kiss his lips and guide him back to the willow tree. While walking Joel’s hands find your back.

“Oohh kitten, you’re lookin’ a little red. You bring sunblock?”

You nod yes. Back under the willow tree, you unzip a side pocket and reach for the suntan lotion. Joel takes it from your hands and tells you to sit in front of him. His fingers swift your hair out of the way; the lotion topper pops and Joel squeezes dabbles of lotion in his palm. Rubbing his hands together, Joel’s warm hands massage your toasty shoulders. Between the cool moisturizer and Joel’s digits kneading into your skin, your body arches into his touch. You’re like an addict when it comes to Joel because he doesn’t just touch; he explores you. Every cell in your body is electrified the minute his digits make contact with your flesh. His hands exude a combination of protection, warmth, and desire leaving you with an overwhelming crave. Popping a slice of kiwi into your mouth, you look out into the horizon. Your eyes flutter as Joel’s touch moves down your back to your waist.

“Hmm.. that’s nice, Joel”

His body moves closer to yours until his torso and chest are kissing up against your back. Wrapping his arms around your tummy, his face rests on your shoulders. A tickle from his beard makes you quiver. Reaching for his hand, you guide him along the crevices of your chest.

“Can’t have these pretty lil babies get burnt” Joel grabs the tanning lotion and drizzles the creamy liquid on your chest. Eyes closed, mouth slightly parted he feeds your addiction. Gently rubbing in the lotion, his hand slips inside your bikini top. His lips nibble the nape of your neck while his firm hands knead and thumb your breast. Teeth grazing your bottom lip, you pathetically whimper his name. Before long, gray clouds shade a way the sun, the wind shifts in an opposite direction.

“Let’s go for a swim, kitten,” Joel whispers in your ear. Breaking the sexual tension, you agree. Joel gets up while you adjust yourself on the picnic blanket. Throwing his boots off, Joel unbuckles his pants leaving him in his boxer briefs.

“Where’s your bathing suit?” you question.

Lacing his digits around his waistline he smirks, “I don’t remember putting that on the list”

The fabric falls from his thighs; he stands there naked as Michelangelo’s David.

“Joel! Someone’s gonna see you” you’re head swinging from side to side.

He laughs “Nobody around but us, darling.”

He walks down to the lake while you watch every muscle in his back flex. His gorgeous toned ass bopping around freely. Tagging along, your body bounces along the water creating little ripples. Splashing, swimming, and laughing; your bikini slings to your wet skin. Joel bites his lip at the view of your nipples poking through your top.

“C’mhere” Joel grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. Your legs wrap around his waist while his arms snake around your back. You lean back letting your curls kiss the water. Joel pulls you back up running his digits through your soaked hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, shaking his head. Cocking your head down your eyes flirt, but then your heart skips at the feeling of your strings being untied.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?”

“What am I doin’?” he questions loosening the red string around your back. His fingers make their way to your neck playing with the second set of ties.

“Joel…” you whisper.

He hushes you with his lips, the ties come undone leaving you topless. The water temperature drops a couple degrees cooler as he slings the top over his shoulder. You look from side to side and Joel cups your face.

“Kitten, stop worryin’ so much. It’s just you and me. Focus on me..” the sentence ends with Joel’s mouth on yours. The tension settles and you do exactly what he says. All your focus is on him. One hand on his cheek while the other gets lost in his curls, you deepen the kiss. The taste of strawberry lemonade lingers on his tongue making you moan. Gripping onto his arm, you gasp at the feeling of his shaft brushing up against your bikini bottoms.

Joel’s hands cup your ass and you thrusts against his erection. “Take em off, Joel” you whimper. With one swoop, your bottoms strip away from your thighs; he tosses the garment over the same shoulder. Letting your body adjust to the cold temperature, Joel nuzzles his face into your neck making your heart race like the wind. His cock grows bigger as he feels your cunny close to him. Your crave for Joel is on overdrive.

“Joel… I---”

“Talk to me. What does my baby girl want?” he whispers along your collarbone.

“I.. aahh… I wanna ride you” you confess locking your digits into his curls.

“God I love you”, Joel growls. Steadying your thighs, you shriek his name while he enters your tight cunny. Inch by inch Joel’s cock fills your walls, making your nails claw into his skin. Catching your breath, you start rolling your hips into him creating ripples in the water. His big strong hands travel along your thighs and ass guiding you up and down on his shaft.

“J-Joel… God!” you shriek as you put more power into your thrusts. Stretching your chin to the gray sky, you sing out moans and squeals of pleasure. Lost in the sensation, a droplet of water plants on your nose, and then your forehead, and two more on your lips. The rumbling sound of thunder forces you to open your eyes. Before you two know it, Texas is downpouring on you feral little fiends.

“Good timing,” Joel laughs. The thunder, the rain, the rippling tide doesn’t stop you two. If anything, it adds to the excitement. You slick Joel’s hair back and kiss him hard on the lips.

“I have an idea.. Hold on to me” he commands. Grabbing onto his shoulders, Joel starts walking out of the lake and back to the willow tree. With his cock still inside your drenched cunny, you involuntarily continue thrusting and rolling your hips like your life depends on it. You body reacts like you could die if you stop feeling Joel.

“Mmm fuck, honey. This is a new move” he jokes as you continue riding him standing up. His firm hands on your ass making sure you don’t stop grinding; his slap makes your back arch. Finally making it to the picnic blanket, Joel lays you down on the soaked cotton. Soaked from head to toe, he follows the droplets of water dance on your skin. He kisses and licks every dribble of water that settles on your breasts to your tummy.

Roping your legs around his waist, you beg him to move. Teasing you at first, he sends a strong thrusts that makes you gasp in delight. His grinds grow deeper, your shrieks get louder, the rain continues to downpour. Like a shield, Joel’s body keeps you warm from the cold droplets.

“Ohhh Joel… Just like that” you pant, kissing his shoulders and massaging his back with your nails.

Grabbing his wrists, you place his hands around the side of your neck. Chin tilted to the sky, Joel grunts at how your skin gleams from the rainfall. He presses his hand lightly on your throat. A wicked smile curves along your lips feeling his mouth kiss and suck around your neck. You tug at his curls in encouragement.

“Joel.. I’m- getting close. You’re gonna…mmmmm…. make me come all over your thick cock” you hiss in his ear.

His hips snap into yours making you buck, but Joel’s strong hands grip onto your hip bone to keep you from squirming; you have no choice but to take all of him. Nails raking into Joel’s wet skin you endure every bit of pleasure he’s delivering inside your sweet cunny. Your sight grows hazy from hitting the peak of ecstasy.

“Come for me, kitten. I wanna feel you unravel on my cock. Mmm cmon, baby.. Come for me. Fuck.. be my good girl..”

He praises you with every thrust and grind until the most intense orgasm cripples every muscle fiber. You are drowning in immense pleasure, chanting over and over that you’re coming on his cock.

“Aaahh ff--fuck!” Joel grunts burying his face into your neck. Clenching your skin, Joel’s body shudders as his orgasm releases inside your warm cunny. Filling you to the brim, his hot seed starts dripping out of you. Your walls clench around him not wanting to let go. His breath echoes in your eardrums; you comfort him with delicate kisses around his shoulders and neck. Easing back from the high, you and Joel nestle into the afterglow. The rain starts to slow down, the salix from the willow trees protecting you both.

“That was amazing” Joel pants.

“You’re amazing”

As more time goes by, Joel agrees it’s time to go. Pulling clothes back on eachother’s bodies, you pack up the cooler and wrap the bouquet of sunflowers. Ready to hit the road, Joel questions, “Did you have a good day?”

“The best day ever”

One last kiss on the lips and Joel starts the Harley, the engine vibrations a little more intense the second time around. Back on the blacktop, Joel and you ride off into the Texas desert. The clouds part and the sun peeks through the gray sky. The perfect ending to the perfect day.

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If I forgot to tag I’m sorry 😭❤️

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - when the world was good, negan had always visited the strawberry shack after work and when the world ended, he didn't expect to find the place still up and running.

warning - smut, gloryhole, creampie, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Negan stared shocked at the building still standing as though it had never been touched by the apocalypse. The sign still flashing ‘The Strawberry Shack’, no sign of the dead around. He was brought back to when the world was fine when the dead didn’t walk. He remembered finding this place and heading inside, finding the perfect woman each time. That woman being you, you were the one he’d cheat on his wife with. You’d take away all his thoughts and feelings. He wondered if there was anyone inside, so with large strides, Negan heads toward the building and enters. Stopping short as he sees the same woman sitting at the front desk.

“Hiya hun, nice to see ya again. What would you like?” She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the counter, staring at him as she waits for his response.

“Sex, sugar. But I got no cash.” Negan watches, waiting to wake up and for this to be a dream.

The woman waves her hand, “Don’t worry, hun. It’s free of charge for our favourite customer.” She smirks, “You know where to go.” He nods, walking toward the door and he surveys the room. It seems that only one person is working, and he’d recognise that arse anywhere.

“I see you’re still working, sugar. Even with the hell going on outside.” He walks closer, eyes focused on how you clench around nothing at his voice. “How I’ve missed you. Shit.” He groans, feeling his cock harden and throb. Negan grabs the flesh of your arse, giving it a good squeeze before he reaches down and plays with your clit. “Fuck, sugar. You’re already so wet for me.” He leans Lucille against the wall as he reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his cock. Giving it a few strokes, watching precum leak for his swollen tip. “So, fucking hard for you.”

Negan lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down as he collects your juices before he slowly pushes into you. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, leaning one hand against the wall while the other grips your hips. “Jesus, sugar. You’re so fucking tight!” He groans, sliding deep inside of you before pulling back out and thrusting in, repeating the movements over and over. “Shit!” His balls slap against your clit, causing you to dig your nails into the bench beneath you, your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper.

Your moans fill the room alongside the slapping of skin, you wiggle your arse, pushing up against him, causing him to go deeper inside of you. “That’s it, baby girl. You gonna let Daddy breed you, huh? Pump you full of my cum like before? You miss being full of me, sugar?” Negan’s words cause you to clench around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes! Yes! Please breed me, Daddy! Pump me full!” You whine, your toes curl as you cum, coating Negan’s cock with your juices. He grips your hips harder, burying himself deeper inside of you as he cums, coating your walls with his white cream. You sag, sinking into the bench beneath you.

“Fuck me, sugar. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. Might have to take you with me.” Negan groans as he gently pulls out of you, tucking his cock back into his jeans and pushing his cum that leaks from your cunt back in. You let out a huff, your lower half tingling. “I gotta go, sugar. I hope we meet again.” He pinches your cheek before grabbing Lucille, swinging his bat over his shoulder and walks off, giving the woman at the front desk a nod before leaving, heading back to his sanctuary.

thank you for reading!

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keystonepublishing · 3 months ago

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The Mutandaverse — an anthology

Finally! After over a month of work, it is finally complete!

Jonathan Edelstein has always been one of my favourite short fiction writers, as evidenced by my numerous binds of his previous works. But this is my most ambitious of them all to date. A 335-page chonker of his short stories about the Mutandaverse — A sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, Afrocentric and Afrofuturistic universe.

Despite not having any proper presses, I aspired to create a book with a rounded and backed spine. And although the overall result is a little squished, the mushroom shape of the spine is enough for me to call this project somewhat of a success!

For the cover, I wanted the reader to be able to 'peek' into the Mutandaverse, hence the cutting of a 'window' to which the setting showcases itself. I'll talk about the image later, but I like how the juxtaposition of the skyscrapers and the suited African man entices the eyes.

For this bind, I wanted the setting of the Mutandaverse to permeate through the entire book, pages, text, and all. As such, I went to great lengths to convey the anthology's vibes in design and form. For one, I scoured font sites to find a typeface that evokes a Black Panther-ish vibe: both modernist yet also African in feeling.

Instead of using Arabic numerals, I wanted the very numbers of the stories to evoke the Afrofuturist/post-apocalypse feel, so I eschewed using Arabic numbers and instead looked to Sub-Saharan scripts for inspiration. All 9 stories in the bind are marked using the Njoya script, from Cameroon.

As the stories of The Mutandaverse are scattered throughout the internet in various forums and archives, I wanted the reader to be able to trace them digitally. So I opted to have a story header that incorporates QR codes: one to the original story and the other to a version that's saved in the Internet Archive. Each story header comes complete with an Njoya story number and a header picture that is different for every story!

Finally, I wanted to use art by Sub-Saharan artists for the endpapers. Jonathan used the artworks of Ikiré Jones from Nigeria as a basis for some of his fiction, and it is those that I print and use as endpapers. Out of all the artists, Ikiré Jones' truly evoke the messy feel of what it's like to live in a universe where starships and skyscrapers mix with slums and street culture.

I have read the short stories of the Mutandaverse for over a decade now, and I hope my bind have made them justice.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #my bookbinds #Jonathan Edelstein #The Mutandaverse #Afrocentrism #Afrofuturistic #Afrofuturism #anthology

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theemporium · 2 years ago

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🧸 max with his daughter when she has a nightmare🥺

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

Max was never a heavy sleeper.

Even as a young child, the smallest of noises could wake the boy up. His mother used to say he was a nuisance, that Victoria could sleep through the apocalypse but he would be up and ready when the postman pushed the mail through the door. Maybe it was the racer in him, maybe it was an innate urge to be constantly vigilant even in sleep. But he was just never a heavy sleeper.

And after your daughter was born, being a light sleeper was a blessing in disguise.

It was rough, obviously. Waking up in the middle of the night to a small newborn crying wasn’t easy on any set of parents. But Max felt useful for it. You had done more than enough. You had done more than he ever could have asked for. The least he could do was to be the one to wake up in the middle of the night to comfort your daughter, and let you rest.

It was something that seemed to follow into Claudia Verstappen’s toddler years.

He had just come back from a triple header, eager to spend some time with his family before he was forced to fly out for the next race. The house was quiet and the lights were off when he arrived. He had scratched Jimmy and Sassy on the head when he walked past, took a quick shower before settling into bed beside you, happy to just finally have you in his arms again.

It hadn’t even been an hour before he heard the screams.

He was up instantly, blinking away the sleepiness in his eyes and scanning the room for the source of the noise. It took a few seconds before he realised it wasn’t coming from inside the room, but instead one down the hall.

He hadn’t even bothered to slide his feet into slippers before he was racing out the room, a little dazed but the tightness in his chest was his main concern when he realised the noises were coming from his daughter’s room. He barreled through the door, wide eyes taking in the sight in front of him before he realised what was happening.

Claudia was still asleep. She was clenching the sheets, letting out soft whimpers and cries as she jerked around in her bed like something was trying to grab at her. She opened her mouth, a painful cry for help leaving her lips and Max felt every hair on his body rise as he quickly raced over to her side.

“Shhh, Claudia, baby, wake up for me,” he softly called out to her, his hands holding her arms to try and stop her from hurting herself. “Wake up, schatje, it’s just a dream. A bad dream. Come on, Claudia, wake up for me.”

When the girl had finally woken up, it took a few seconds before she realised her father was in front of her, and then she threw herself into Max’s arms.

Max caught her with ease, his arms wrapping around her protectively as he held her to his chest. He placed a few kisses on the top of her head, placed in between murmurs and whispers that she was safe with him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered when she had finally stopped crying, wiping her teary eyes and snotty nose on his shirt, but he didn’t care.

Claudia shook her head, sniffling slightly. “No.”

“Was it a monster? You know Daddy will protect you from the monsters,” he said to her, pulling back slightly so he could run his thumbs over her puffy cheeks.

“It wasn’t a monster,” she whispered, her lips turning downwards. “You were gone. Daddy, I don’t want you to leave.”

“Hey, hey,” he softly called out to her, seeing the way her shoulders began to shake like she was about to start crying again. “Look at me, schatje. I’m never gonna leave you, okay?”

Claudia nodded.

“You’re my little princess,” Max said to her, lightly poking her stomach until she flashed him a bashful grin. “Who else am I going to spoil?”

“Mama?” Claudia guessed honestly, staring up at her father with wide eyes.

Max couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Yeah, I like spoiling Mama too. My queen and my princess, that’s what you two are.”

“Does that make you king, Daddy?” Claudia asked, still clinging onto him as she made herself comfortable on his lap.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he hummed as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Do you think you can go back to bed?”

Claudia blinked up at him. “Can you stay with me, Daddy?”

“Of course, schatje,” he murmured, and it was almost comical to see him curl up into the little princess pink race car bed she had, but he didn’t care. Claudia nuzzled herself against her father’s side, a small yawn escaping her lips.

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

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oonajaeadira · 6 months ago

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@jolapeno is encouraging us all to list the favorite things we've made this year. And @sixhours and @jeewrites are superlative humans and they have tagged me and I am grateful for that!

I'm not gonna lie, y'all. When I'm asked to reflect on what I've created in the fandom this year...well, "depressed" is a word I could use.

But. It's been such a lovely year in the fandom. We were treated to a Fox, a Roman general, a boy-who-never-grew-up, and a penis collector, not to mention the promise of a very flexible scientific-genius wifeguy and sneak peeks of everyone's favorite melancholy apocalypse survivor.

Thank you to everyone who was helping us keep a lookout for nasty folks and helping to combat deplorable behaviors, and thank you to everyone who did their part keeping spirits bright.

And I will be forever grateful for @pedroscouts and @pedrosummercamp ...it literally gave me something to focus on when my days were running away from me and introduced me to some really sassy and hilarious new friends. <3

Still. 2024 put me through a professional and emotional wringer. So. Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna list my wins. First, we'll start with what Jo asked for!

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTER FANFICTION

Okay. So the rules said it had to be a finished project. Playing by the rules, I would have nothing to post. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Poop. So, in the interest of choosing joy, breaking the rules it is!

Fluffbruary Six-Sentence Ficlets - multiple I tried, y'all. I tried real hard. I got through 15! And I was making a new header for each one! And then life got real busy and I had to stop. But I have every prompt assigned and I decided I'm gonna reblog the first half and post the second half this February. I know they're not a popular series, but they make me happy, so they're getting doing!

Leave Off Your Wandering - Joel Technically, I did finish this one, since I had always planned for it to be just the four parts. But at the end of the Winter chapter, I realized it needed an epilogue, so there's another chapter coming. And it's not far off. I may finish it before the end of the year and then it will really not be a lie. But first.....

That Awooo Inside You (Part 1, Part 2) - Fink This may not qualify yet, but the final chapter will be finished before the end of the year. I have it half written and there's a chapter pic ready to go. Proof:

And that's mainly it. I did write some pieces for @morallyinept's spooky moodboards as well and really enjoyed that! But that's been what I've been able to do. So to combat the whomp whomp in my heart about it, I include here another list after the tags.

tagging! @katareyoudrilling @secretelephanttattoo @fromthedeskoftheraven @goodwithcheese @walkingaline

And you!

Your Favorite Things 2024 with Jo

PROFESSIONAL CHECKLIST OF 2024

(Pedro girlies can stop reading here. This is solely for me to really take account of and be proud of everything I accomplished this year, but also to let it soak in that I do not want another year like this again.)

JANUARY:

Researched, wrote, developed, costumed and constructed [solo show]

Performed [solo show] in Minneapolis for a limited group

Performed one night in an Off-Book quest slot performance

Performed [solo show] in Tuscon

FEBRUARY:

Prepared for the hellish year to come

MARCH:

Helped to develop new script for [indie company]

APRIL:

Directed new script for [indie company]

Developed, costumed, constructed and performed a short detailed piece for a fundraiser by a company I dearly love and hope to work for

MAY:

Continuance and opening of new script production for [indie company]

Both managing and guest performing in a large fundraiser show for my work

JUNE:

Performing [solo show] in Atlanta

Performing as part of a trio in a long-form improv production in Atlanta

Directing a brand new set of 5 trateau pieces for a company I dearly love

JULY:

Trateau rehearsal continues

AUGUST:

Trateau performances

Huge annual arts event that my work actually centers around

SEPTEMBER:

Travel to Sweden and Finland for work

Travel to Sweden and Denmark for pleasure (first time out of the US since 2019, so it was an accomplishment for me)

Start work on a project that will require me to direct, create, costume, design, manage, market, and help write five separate 60-mintue shows that will all perform within one week of each other

OCTOBER:

Aforementioned 5-show nightmare rehearsals and marketing continue

Performed in all 5 shows

Coordinated an 11-day pop-up market during that same week which included a complete (floor, ceiling, walls) set-dressing of a small room, while being the proprietor and coordinator of all sellers and wares

NOVEMBER:

Died a little inside

Cleaned my studio for the first time in a year

DECEMBER:

Started rehearsals for a show I'll act/sing in this spring, one that will be stress free and a fkn joy and everything that 2024 was not.

#tag games

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