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Remmick and His Missy (5)

“You ever gonna ask me?” Remmick’s voice called out across the water from where he sat on the dock. His knees were bent, legs dangling above the water without dipping in. It wouldn’t hurt, but he wasn’t in the mood to wait for his legs to air dry.

“Ask about what?” You responded, arms stretching out over your head to cut through the water. Lazily swimming in the manmade lake, your head only slightly turned to look at Remmick. “‘Bout that day.”

“How I got turned, why. Something.” His voice quieted at the prospect of answering these questions. Yet, he knew he would have to answer some eventually. A vampire didn’t become attached to a human without answering their questions.

You had just been generous about not asking anything about him yet. Well, you asked his name, but any other information came from spur of the moment times when he wanted to relate to somebody. In the end he still felt the way humans did. Not everything went away in death.

“Naw…” you drawled and took a deep breath. Your lungs inflated and kept you buoyant against the calming ripples. Staying afloat, you pondered over what you could ask him. “But I’ll ask you somethin’. Why me? Out of everyone ‘round here…’round the world, why choose me to stay ‘around.”

Saying “staying with” felt too intimate for your relationship, so you settled for something a little more fitting. Not that him staying with you was an incorrect assessment. The words were no less monumental to him, however.

Remmick thought about it deeply. Why did he gravitate towards you? There was something below your surface that alerted him to your safety. You had always seemed strong, but not overbearing. You were thoughtful, but not a pushover. Calling you perfect felt like overkill and yet he could hardly find a more fitting word.

“Guess you were there,” he settled. Watching you swim around in slow laps, Remmick wished he could say more. If he could eloquently speak the words he wanted to, he would. “How nice,” you responded flatly.

He chuckled at your brassy reply, his eyes tracking you in the dark. Remmick was able to easily spot you with his night vision, appreciating the view of you in your undergarments, paddling around the lake without a care. Your lack of restraint rubbed off of him, making him more relaxed than he usually was.

“You asked and I answered,” he acknowledged with a match of sass in his tone. “What did you expect me to say?” The question startled your brain. What did you expect now? “I’m not sure, not much anymore.”

“Your company is nice. You don’t threaten me…much. You’re good.”

You chewed at the inside of your bottom lip, coming to a stop in the lake. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Remmick. Maybe the nicest thing ever,” you teased him, smiling when you heard his grumble from across the pond. “I didn’t say it for you, I said it not to lie.”

“Well, I’m flattered,” you answered him, swimming up towards the dock. The lake rippled and swished around you when you lifted yourself up onto the dock, peering up at him. “Don’t matter what you meant.”

Remmick studied your face, the way your clothes were plastered to your body. It felt like a dream come true, rendering him unable to speak. He leaned forward by a hair of an inch. Tension thickened the air between the two of you until he pulled back a few seconds later. “If you sit there for much longer you’ll catch your death.”

Shrugging off the missed moment, you grinned up at him. “Then you’d have to save me.” A serious expression flickered over Remmick’s face before he masked it, “I wouldn’t turn you.” He paused then got up. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.”

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“Alright darlin what size pussy you wear”

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Reposting this so it gets to the right people!!

Edit: Saline beats milk—it is AGAINST the usage of pouring milk into your eyes. It is suggesting that if you do not have access to a saline solution or water somehow, milk is your far LAST resort. It’s not a substitute. Use WATER above all else, it’s incredibly accessible

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i didn’t once say the danger was only to Mary. very, very obviously the danger is mainly towards the black community. i was solely talking about her character here given on how many bad takes i have seen.

Mary was still involved. the movie did not reject Mary and many characters said she belonged there with them? Annie who didn’t play about people’s safety said she belonged. if the larger picture of her character was that her responsibility was to leave them…she wouldn’t have been with Stack at the end.

the point still stands, and the film says so too. if they found out she was even a part black she was in danger. they all already were. they were all searching for freedom which is explicitly stated multiple times.

no, her experiences don’t trump the experiences of the main cast, but i never once claimed that. once again, i was talking about only Mary and how some people have responded to it. if you don’t like my take, that’s fine, block and move on. i won’t be responsible for you misreading what i wrote.

it’s kind of crazy to me seeing how many people didn’t understand the point of Mary’s character and completely overlooked the one drop rule.

y’all do realize if she was seen around the people she loved she would have been killed or worse because they were black. i’m not posing her as a hero or a white savior but as Annie sad she was there because she was family.

i’ve even seen people of color make fun of Mary. it’s really disheartening the amount of negative discourse i’ve seen come out about mixed people. do not use Mary’s character as an excuse to ask people what percent they are. weird as fuck

people who ask invasive questions are the reason why i feel squeamish saying i’m white and native. the amount of times people have asked my percentage because i’m visibly white is insane.

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Divinity

Pearline.

You had heard the name when someone announced her going onto the stage. It might not have been one of them fancy stages, but you could picture it all the same. Her energy was divinity, uplifting the entire joint until everyone was stomping their feet and clapping along.

Nestled between the crowd was you, clapping in time with the stomp of her heels. A wide smile crept up onto your lips as her song carried through the air. Heat engulfed you on either side, starting to brew down in your gut. The feeling was inevitable and all from Pearline.

When the crowd surged you found yourself pressing against the stage as she crawled across it. You wondered if the wood hurt her knees or what it would be like to kiss them better, to slide them apart. Darting your eyes around her, you studied the way her body moved like water. Nothing hindered her from expressing herself the way she needed to, wanted to. She was free. Up the curve of her back to her shoulders to the way her neck arched as she sang. Feeling the people around you grow louder, you glanced at her face, catching her staring you down.

Pearline’s smirk grew at the sight of your eyes widening almost imperceptibly. She was close enough to the stage now that she could see how you took a small step back, hands pulling at the front of your dress. Another step back followed and then you were turning and rushing over to the bar counter in a flustered trance.

You pressed your hands to the counter, leaning forward as you tried to gather your breath. “One glass of corn liquor please,” you said quietly, smiling politely at Grace. She nodded and glanced over your shoulder at Pearline wrapping up her song. “She’s something ain’t she,” Grace drawled as she poured your drink and slid it across the counter. You refused to turn around.

“Yes ma’am.” Grace smirked at your response and shook her head, “Don’t gotta call me that. Enjoy the drink,” she gathered your payment and went back to the kitchen. You exhaled heavily, nervously taking a sip to cool your nerves.

It did little to soothe you when a presence appeared next to you. Your breath instantly caught in your throat as Pearline approached, her sweat sheened skin practically glowing under the dim lights of the joint. She murmured something low, your surprise preventing it from reaching your ears.

When Pearline asked if you had enjoyed her performance, you could only manage a flustered and breathless “Huh?” in response. “Me on that stage,” Pearline clarified, a coy smile tugging at the corners of her full lips. “You looked like you were enjoying the show.”

You nodded slowly when the words registered in your mind, finding your voice after a moment. “You looked like a goddess up there,” you murmured, captivated by the memory of Pearline’s sensual movements. “Truly.”

Pearline let out a soft, melodic laugh, reaching out to give the reader’s bicep a light, lingering slap. “Well, I could have said the same about you, baby,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief as she smirked. “Maybe more cherub-like…except for the way you were looking at me up there.”

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and undeniable attraction, unsure how to respond to her advance. But Pearline merely squeezed your arm gently, her touch sending electric tingles through your skin.

“I didn’t mind,” Pearline continued, her voice a sultry sweet lull. Then, with a slight correction, she added, “I don’t mind.”

With a final sway of her hips that had your gaze transfixed, Pearline turned and sauntered towards the back room, casting a smoldering look over her shoulder. The invitation was clear, and you stood frozen, heart pounding, acutely aware of the lingering sensation of Pearline’s fingers trailing down your arm.

Though uncertainty fluttered in your chest, the magnetic pull of Pearline’s captivating presence was utterly encompassing. Steeling your nerves, you took a deep, steadying breath and followed after the alluring woman, drink forgotten at the bar.

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Why is my irl friend so stupid, I was just trying to yap about remmick and this bitch turns to me and says “erm your a lesbian you can’t find a man hot” relax he’s not going to jump out the movie and we aren’t about to start fucking are you okay?

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while we're still talking about Sinners (rightfully so!), i would like to call y'alls attention to the fact that this "extra"--

in the band is a brilliantly talented musician based out of new orleans named Sabine McCalla. i've been a fan of hers for years; once i saw her live, and she was absolutely MAGICAL, and afterwards i stopped at her merch table and she smiled at me and i almost blacked out because she's so pretty and ethereal in person oh my god. anyway, she has a 5-song EP available, with a new album to be released this year by the indie label Gar Hole Records. Here's my favorite song by her:

here's her most famous performance on youtube:

and here's her instagram! please, if you enjoyed Sinners, support a real-life musician carrying on the musical traditions shown in the movie. being an indie musician is hard as fuck, now more than ever, and she deserves the love

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it’s kind of crazy to me seeing how many people didn’t understand the point of Mary’s character and completely overlooked the one drop rule.

y’all do realize if she was seen around the people she loved she would have been killed or worse because they were black. i’m not posing her as a hero or a white savior but as Annie sad she was there because she was family.

i’ve even seen people of color make fun of Mary. it’s really disheartening the amount of negative discourse i’ve seen come out about mixed people. do not use Mary’s character as an excuse to ask people what percent they are. weird as fuck

people who ask invasive questions are the reason why i feel squeamish saying i’m white and native. the amount of times people have asked my percentage because i’m visibly white is insane.

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I GOT MY FIRST ORDER WHEN I TELL Y’ALL I ACTUALLY JUMPED FOR JOY

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when Smoke repeats “be strong” to Sammie at the end of the movie, do you think he used to say that to Stack in the war? or do you think he was also saying it to calm his own nerves?

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talking about annie because i can

i love the way she is wary of monsters, but still feels sympathy for them. the delivery of the line “cursed to live here with all this hate.” she feels for them, feels how hard it must be to be cursed to only feel anger and hurt.

but her sympathy isn’t a weakness! Annie is an unbelievably strong woman. she makes the hard decisions to help everyone when she needs to, but this doesn’t make her callous. it doesn’t have to. she can ward the vampires of people she loves off without hating them.

she’s incredibly emotionally mature and let’s herself feel her emotions in a way that was never written as hurting her strength.

Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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exposing myself, i cry every single time this scene comes on

SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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The Hand That Feeds

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.6k

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Joel follows you into the field, the last thing he expected was for you to end up sucking his fingers.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: guard!Joel, princess!reader, hand kink, kinda gross idk, nastiness with plot, fluff, Joel is sweet 

Joel quickens his footsteps to follow after you outside of the castle's walls, the sounds of your humming and padded footsteps echoing through the quiet night. There wasn’t much happening that night – no events to keep you peacefully busy away from mischief. As he reaches the opening to the outside, he spots you lying on your back, outstretched on the sprawling vision of grass. He walks over to you, his footsteps almost silent, and stands over you, his face looming above yours.

“You’ve quite the penchant for being difficult, don’t you?” He musters curiously, hands on his hips as he gazes down at you with obvious amusement. Joel had known you for long enough to know that a “tough act” would get nowhere with you. You couldn't care less for guards that became annoyed with you. Slowly looking up, you bite your lip, your hair splayed out across the dewy green and dress messy from your run. It was probably the least put together he’d ever seen you and yet somehow the most human he’d seen you alike.

Joel watches you carelessly roll away with interest glinting in his irises. He takes a step forward to close the distance, a hint of amusement glimmering in his eyes. “You know, you’re not making this easy, your Majesty,” he continues gruffly. “Trying to ditch me in the middle of the night to lounge outside of the protected castle is quite a bold move.”

He takes another step forward, standing over you again as his broad figure blocks out the moonlight. Finally you sit up, pushing yourself backwards to the declining hill. Joel doesn’t miss the way you inch towards escape. “I wasn’t trying to ditch you,” you mused. “I was making sure you were not out of shape. A good guard should be able to run swiftly, no?”

Choosing those as your last words, you couldn’t help but grin and move over the side of the hill, rolling down it while laughing boisterously. Joel chuckles at your recklessness, his eyes following your descent. “Is this how you exercise now, rolling down hills like a child?”

Joel shakes his head in mock disapproval but there’s always that hint of a smile. He watches as you roll down the hill and a thought crosses his mind. You look even more stunning like this. Carefree, impulsive albeit, but when you leave your inhibitions behind to be yourself – Joel found you at your most beautiful. 

Unaware of his revelation, you roll to a stop to lie on your back and stare up at the sky. Your face is alight, eyes shining brightly in a way he’d never seen before. “Maybe so,” you say breathlessly. Joel stands at the top of the hill, gazing at you as you lay on the ground, your chest heaving and laughter ringing in the air. He notices the glimmer in your eyes, the way the moonlight seems to dance across your face, and his heart skips a more crucial beat. At this rate, you could make his heart give out.

He slowly makes his way down the hill, his heavy footsteps causing the grass to rustle beneath his feet. He stops just short of you, looking down at you with fondness. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” He states, his voice quieter now. Instead of responding, you smile up at him and pat the spot next to you for him to sit.

Joel stares down at you, his face a mask of mock sternness. Despite his initial irritation, he finds himself unable to resist the request you silently demanded of him. He slowly lowers himself down onto the grass beside you, his heavy armor making a soft thunk as he settles. He leans back, propping himself up on his elbows as he surveys you, his gaze sweeping over your features.

Craning your body in Joel’s direction, you toss your arm around his waist. Scooting closer, you dress bunches up but you don’t let it hinder your movements, set on being close enough to him that your cheek squishes up against the plate of his armor. Joel’s heart skips a beat as you press your cheek against his armor, and a wave of protectiveness washes over him. No guard was supposed to be like this with who they were to protect, but it happened more times than not; the soft touches, the closeness, the words he didn’t have the bravery to speak.

He looks down at you, his expression softening slightly. This moment feels both wrong and yet so correct. His duty to the crown was at odds with the growing tenderness he feels towards you. Joel couldn’t simply ignore his feelings for you, unable to doubt that you didn’t have feelings for him too. Casting his worries aside, Joel lets out a soft sigh, reaching a hand up to gently trace the side of your jaw up into your hair.

Your eyes flutter shut, eyelashes kissing the apples of your cheeks. “Do you think…if you weren’t my guard we’d be friends?” you whispered thoughtfully. Joel is momentarily caught off guard by your sudden question, and for a moment, his hand pauses in your hair. Joel lets out a soft exhale, thinking over your question for a moment. 

“If I weren’t your guard…” he says slowly, “I suppose we would be friends. We’d have a different relationship, but I like to believe we’d still find each other’s company...pleasant.” You pushed yourself further into him as you pondered on his answer. Woul;d you both still be friends? Doubtful. “I know I can be annoying, but I really enjoy your company.”

Joel’s expression soothes further at your words, a flicker of a smile crossing his face. He can feel your body press against his, your words tugging at something deep within him. “You can be quite a handful, that’s for sure,” he admits, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. Joel lets out a low chuckle, his hand now resting on top of your head, his fingers gently intertwining in the locks of your hair.

“Hmm, I’ve grown somewhat fond of your antics.”

That was news to you. Joel actually liked when you went running around, desperate for freedom? The first time he had been assigned to be your personal gujarat you remembered how stressed he had been. You knew he needed the job, but lord you had not made it easy in the beginning. You smiled, almost shy in how you tuck your chin to your chest. A breeze wafts through the air, bringing the smell of honeysuckle to the two of you, the smell signaling the upcoming spring.

“I wish we met differently, that I was normal, so I could be normal with you. Maybe we could hang out in town together…or go fishing. You like that right?”

Joel looks down at you, his fingers still tangled in your hair, and he suddenly wishes things could be different too. If you weren’t in dire need of the protection of the castle he’d have taken you for a fishing trip by now. Oh you’d hate it, but it would be fun. 

He lets out a sigh, his voice rough. “You’re not normal, that much is true,” he sniffs. “But for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Fingertips tracing the side of his metal armor, you blinked slowly. Most times Joel cared so much if someone even smudged a fingerprint on his armor, but he hadn’t scolded you, never you. In fact, there was so much he let you get away with.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way either.” you raised your head to beam at him. “Grumpy old man and all,” you joked, immediately earning an eye roll from him. “Watch it, you brat,” he grumbles with a tone full of affection. He gives your hair a slight tug, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. “And I’m not that old,” he responds, albeit without any real indignation. “But I’ll take grumpy.”

Tugging playfully on your hair once more, Joel chuckles at your whiny reaction, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He gives your hair another light tug, enjoying the whimpers that escape your lips. He hadn’t yet placed if they were from pleasure or offense. “You’re such a drama queen,” he teases. He lets his other hand come up to cup the side of your face, his fingers tracing along your chin with purpose this time, sweeping over your lips.

“I haven’t had to be hardened by war.” you nip at his fingers. “We can’t all be soldiers.” Joel smirks, his expression filled with amusement and mock offense. “Oh, and now you’re biting me too? You’re lucky I’m used to handling brats. I’ve had to deal with far worse than a few nips and whines.” You snicker and swoop your head up to catch the fat of his palm between your teeth.

He grits his teeth slightly but makes no move to pull away. “You’re a piece of work, do you know that?” He mutters, his voice rough with suppressed laughter. “Biting me like some wild animal.” Joel hardly expected your retort of shutting your eyes to ignore him and chew on his hand.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” he scoffs playfully. “Anyone who saw you like this would think you’re completely around the bend.” You release his hand suddenly and shrug in response to his words. Tossing your leg over his hip, you slide to sit atop Joel. Pulling your dress towards the tops of your thighs, you grant yourself more room to move.

Joel hisses between his teeth, his free hand instantly coming up to rest on your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh. “Let them think that. Off with their head and what not, I’m going to be a queen,” you said confidently. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Your Majesty,” he huffs, more taken by you straddling him. “I am not playing any games,” though you knew if anyone caught you they’d think the worst, but maybe you didn’t care.

They couldn’t do a damn thing. They couldn’t. Letting the thoughts swirl in your head, you flex Joel’s hand in yours. He watches you with interest, raising his hand in compliance, biting the inside of his cheek when you push two of his fingers past your lips. Joel shuts his eyes tightly and separates his two fingers, sliding them over your tongue.

His grip on your hip gets tighter as you begin to suck on his fingers, his breath catching in his chest. He can feel the heat of your skin pressed against him, the heat of your mouth wrapped around his fingers, and he has to fight back a loud groan that threatens to escape from his throat.

“You’re making it difficult to be a gentleman.” 

Joel’s pupils expanded, swallowing up his irises. Spurred on by his reaction, you slid your tongue between his thick fingers. Your lips parted over his fingers to murmur, “Then don’t be one,” before you sealed your mouth around them again. Joel’s control almost snaps as your tongue teases the space between his fingers, his eyes darkening at your whispered words. He clenches his jaw, a quiet groan escaping his throat, his hand on your hip gripping you so firmly, he’s sure to leave marks.

Wasting no time, he easily flips you over, his chest to your back, fingers fishhooking your cheek. “You don’t know the things you’re asking for.” Your back bowes against his chest when you arch. Joel’s fingers swirl gracefully inside your mouth until he pulls your lip down to make you obviously drool.

Joel pushes himself closer to you, his chest against your back, the weight of his armor reassuring. His fingers tug at your lip, a guttural sound escaping his throat as you pant. The sight of you, flushed and needy, arching for him, almost drives him over the edge. He can feel the heat of your skin against his chest, and all he can think of is ‘mine.’ “I’m not certain I can be gentle,” he growls, his voice strained. “Then don’t be. Don’t be,” you replied swiftly, practically slurring around his fingers.

With your consent, the last shred of his self-control snaps. 

Joel growls and pushes the thick material of your dress up, his hands finding the heated flesh of your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he grinds his hips against your ass. With his determination Joel’s armor was hardly causing a problem. Lowering his lips to your ear, he whispers, “You’re asking for more than I should give.”

Yet, Joel’s eyes roam over your back, watching as the back of your dress pliantly molds to his chest plate. Any doubt is far from your mind, and now his as he grinds harder against you. “Such a pretty sight,” Joel rumbles. Whining in a muffled tone, you push back against him, your undergarments snagging on his uniform.

Thick strings of drool slip down your chin, sliding down your neck as it clung to your skin. An opportunity arises and Joel quickly takes advantage. His thick fingers pull out from between your swelling lips to swipe over his armor. Joel is mesmerized by the sight of your essence working on the metal of his armor, slick and shiny. The heat within him intensifies, the horny part of his mind taking over, demanding more from you.

He pushes himself harder against you, feeling the heat and softness of your skin, the way you press back against him, like a gift. He grunts in approval and once more pushes his fingers between your teeth. “Please,” you pleaded and blundered around his calloused fingers. His fingers push further into your mouth, muffling your words but he still understands. He can feel the desperation in your body, the way you clutch at the grassy ground, and it does something to him.

He leans down, his weight pinning you to the ground, his voice a deep rumble in your ear. “Please what, your Majesty? Mind your manners, you’re in the presence of a royal guard.” Even though it went against all logic, you were the princess after all, you liked that he made himself sound more powerful than you – that he dangled it over your head.

You moan, head falling forward as your head increasingly grows fuzzy, craving for his fingers to be  in your mouth forever. They made you docile in a way you had hardly experienced before. Joel’s grip on your body tightens as you moan, the sound causing waves of arousal to wash him. “So needy. For my fingers? Or for something else?” You instantly nod at his insinuation.

You would take any part of him.

He can feel the desperation in your movements. Joel only chuckles, taking great pleasure in your responsiveness. “You want both, hm? Greedy,”  he huffs. His words pale in comparison to the way his heart pounds above you. Joel kisses his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a deep whisper. “You look so desperate right now, sweetheart. Like you’ll do anything I ask, won’t you?”

Your blank mind slowly registers and catches up causing you to give a gargled ‘yes.’ He snickers. “You’ll do whatever I tell you to, won’t you? Be a good girl for me, sweetheart?” Joel had never had power over any of the royals and he truly didn’t want it, but taking the power from you like this is thrilling. Watching you melt into a puddle at his words is thrilling.

“Yes,” you choke out for a second time, saliva dripping into the grass.

“Then prove it and do it yourself,” he responds.

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i will be a Grace and Bo defender until i die. they wanted to make a good life for their baby, i will never blame them for that

I like Bo and Grace and they were obviously friends with Smoke and Stack, going way back with that community, there is literally no tension until Grace, the only person still alive that has a living child (Cornbread is toast at this point), wants to protect the larger community versus just surviving until dawn. I think they probably know Smoke and Annie and what they went through when their baby died and when he left.

So, I don’t get some commentary I’ve seen that they were only there to just make money? They literally show their ancestors there when Sammie is playing.

Bo and Grace are money-motivated (so are the twins, so is Cornbread, etc.), Bo makes it clear he knows the twins do illegal stuff to make their money (pretty sure they do the same, they’re hanging out gambling a lot at the juke joint (might be what Bo was doing when Lisa called him from the back of the store).

Grace appears to have taught Smoke how to negotiate, right? He does that with the little girl out in front of the shop and then it shows Grace working Smoke over in a friendly way moments later.

Neither one blinks about Smoke shooting people, either, Grace just mildly complains about it and wants to be compensated for cleaning up his mess which is fair. I did get vibes that Lisa doesn’t approve and maybe resents having to work at the stores.

The fact that Grace knows how to make a Molotov cocktail really quick pretty much tells you she was prepared for Klan violence as well.

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The Hand That Feeds

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.6k

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Joel follows you into the field, the last thing he expected was for you to end up sucking his fingers.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: guard!Joel, princess!reader, hand kink, kinda gross idk, nastiness with plot, fluff, Joel is sweet 

Joel quickens his footsteps to follow after you outside of the castle's walls, the sounds of your humming and padded footsteps echoing through the quiet night. There wasn’t much happening that night – no events to keep you peacefully busy away from mischief. As he reaches the opening to the outside, he spots you lying on your back, outstretched on the sprawling vision of grass. He walks over to you, his footsteps almost silent, and stands over you, his face looming above yours.

“You’ve quite the penchant for being difficult, don’t you?” He musters curiously, hands on his hips as he gazes down at you with obvious amusement. Joel had known you for long enough to know that a “tough act” would get nowhere with you. You couldn't care less for guards that became annoyed with you. Slowly looking up, you bite your lip, your hair splayed out across the dewy green and dress messy from your run. It was probably the least put together he’d ever seen you and yet somehow the most human he’d seen you alike.

Joel watches you carelessly roll away with interest glinting in his irises. He takes a step forward to close the distance, a hint of amusement glimmering in his eyes. “You know, you’re not making this easy, your Majesty,” he continues gruffly. “Trying to ditch me in the middle of the night to lounge outside of the protected castle is quite a bold move.”

He takes another step forward, standing over you again as his broad figure blocks out the moonlight. Finally you sit up, pushing yourself backwards to the declining hill. Joel doesn’t miss the way you inch towards escape. “I wasn’t trying to ditch you,” you mused. “I was making sure you were not out of shape. A good guard should be able to run swiftly, no?”

Choosing those as your last words, you couldn’t help but grin and move over the side of the hill, rolling down it while laughing boisterously. Joel chuckles at your recklessness, his eyes following your descent. “Is this how you exercise now, rolling down hills like a child?”

Joel shakes his head in mock disapproval but there’s always that hint of a smile. He watches as you roll down the hill and a thought crosses his mind. You look even more stunning like this. Carefree, impulsive albeit, but when you leave your inhibitions behind to be yourself – Joel found you at your most beautiful. 

Unaware of his revelation, you roll to a stop to lie on your back and stare up at the sky. Your face is alight, eyes shining brightly in a way he’d never seen before. “Maybe so,” you say breathlessly. Joel stands at the top of the hill, gazing at you as you lay on the ground, your chest heaving and laughter ringing in the air. He notices the glimmer in your eyes, the way the moonlight seems to dance across your face, and his heart skips a more crucial beat. At this rate, you could make his heart give out.

He slowly makes his way down the hill, his heavy footsteps causing the grass to rustle beneath his feet. He stops just short of you, looking down at you with fondness. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” He states, his voice quieter now. Instead of responding, you smile up at him and pat the spot next to you for him to sit.

Joel stares down at you, his face a mask of mock sternness. Despite his initial irritation, he finds himself unable to resist the request you silently demanded of him. He slowly lowers himself down onto the grass beside you, his heavy armor making a soft thunk as he settles. He leans back, propping himself up on his elbows as he surveys you, his gaze sweeping over your features.

Craning your body in Joel’s direction, you toss your arm around his waist. Scooting closer, you dress bunches up but you don’t let it hinder your movements, set on being close enough to him that your cheek squishes up against the plate of his armor. Joel’s heart skips a beat as you press your cheek against his armor, and a wave of protectiveness washes over him. No guard was supposed to be like this with who they were to protect, but it happened more times than not; the soft touches, the closeness, the words he didn’t have the bravery to speak.

He looks down at you, his expression softening slightly. This moment feels both wrong and yet so correct. His duty to the crown was at odds with the growing tenderness he feels towards you. Joel couldn’t simply ignore his feelings for you, unable to doubt that you didn’t have feelings for him too. Casting his worries aside, Joel lets out a soft sigh, reaching a hand up to gently trace the side of your jaw up into your hair.

Your eyes flutter shut, eyelashes kissing the apples of your cheeks. “Do you think…if you weren’t my guard we’d be friends?” you whispered thoughtfully. Joel is momentarily caught off guard by your sudden question, and for a moment, his hand pauses in your hair. Joel lets out a soft exhale, thinking over your question for a moment. 

“If I weren’t your guard…” he says slowly, “I suppose we would be friends. We’d have a different relationship, but I like to believe we’d still find each other’s company...pleasant.” You pushed yourself further into him as you pondered on his answer. Woul;d you both still be friends? Doubtful. “I know I can be annoying, but I really enjoy your company.”

Joel’s expression soothes further at your words, a flicker of a smile crossing his face. He can feel your body press against his, your words tugging at something deep within him. “You can be quite a handful, that’s for sure,” he admits, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. Joel lets out a low chuckle, his hand now resting on top of your head, his fingers gently intertwining in the locks of your hair.

“Hmm, I’ve grown somewhat fond of your antics.”

That was news to you. Joel actually liked when you went running around, desperate for freedom? The first time he had been assigned to be your personal gujarat you remembered how stressed he had been. You knew he needed the job, but lord you had not made it easy in the beginning. You smiled, almost shy in how you tuck your chin to your chest. A breeze wafts through the air, bringing the smell of honeysuckle to the two of you, the smell signaling the upcoming spring.

“I wish we met differently, that I was normal, so I could be normal with you. Maybe we could hang out in town together…or go fishing. You like that right?”

Joel looks down at you, his fingers still tangled in your hair, and he suddenly wishes things could be different too. If you weren’t in dire need of the protection of the castle he’d have taken you for a fishing trip by now. Oh you’d hate it, but it would be fun. 

He lets out a sigh, his voice rough. “You’re not normal, that much is true,” he sniffs. “But for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Fingertips tracing the side of his metal armor, you blinked slowly. Most times Joel cared so much if someone even smudged a fingerprint on his armor, but he hadn’t scolded you, never you. In fact, there was so much he let you get away with.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way either.” you raised your head to beam at him. “Grumpy old man and all,” you joked, immediately earning an eye roll from him. “Watch it, you brat,” he grumbles with a tone full of affection. He gives your hair a slight tug, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. “And I’m not that old,” he responds, albeit without any real indignation. “But I’ll take grumpy.”

Tugging playfully on your hair once more, Joel chuckles at your whiny reaction, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He gives your hair another light tug, enjoying the whimpers that escape your lips. He hadn’t yet placed if they were from pleasure or offense. “You’re such a drama queen,” he teases. He lets his other hand come up to cup the side of your face, his fingers tracing along your chin with purpose this time, sweeping over your lips.

“I haven’t had to be hardened by war.” you nip at his fingers. “We can’t all be soldiers.” Joel smirks, his expression filled with amusement and mock offense. “Oh, and now you’re biting me too? You’re lucky I’m used to handling brats. I’ve had to deal with far worse than a few nips and whines.” You snicker and swoop your head up to catch the fat of his palm between your teeth.

He grits his teeth slightly but makes no move to pull away. “You’re a piece of work, do you know that?” He mutters, his voice rough with suppressed laughter. “Biting me like some wild animal.” Joel hardly expected your retort of shutting your eyes to ignore him and chew on his hand.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” he scoffs playfully. “Anyone who saw you like this would think you’re completely around the bend.” You release his hand suddenly and shrug in response to his words. Tossing your leg over his hip, you slide to sit atop Joel. Pulling your dress towards the tops of your thighs, you grant yourself more room to move.

Joel hisses between his teeth, his free hand instantly coming up to rest on your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh. “Let them think that. Off with their head and what not, I’m going to be a queen,” you said confidently. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Your Majesty,” he huffs, more taken by you straddling him. “I am not playing any games,” though you knew if anyone caught you they’d think the worst, but maybe you didn’t care.

They couldn’t do a damn thing. They couldn’t. Letting the thoughts swirl in your head, you flex Joel’s hand in yours. He watches you with interest, raising his hand in compliance, biting the inside of his cheek when you push two of his fingers past your lips. Joel shuts his eyes tightly and separates his two fingers, sliding them over your tongue.

His grip on your hip gets tighter as you begin to suck on his fingers, his breath catching in his chest. He can feel the heat of your skin pressed against him, the heat of your mouth wrapped around his fingers, and he has to fight back a loud groan that threatens to escape from his throat.

“You’re making it difficult to be a gentleman.” 

Joel’s pupils expanded, swallowing up his irises. Spurred on by his reaction, you slid your tongue between his thick fingers. Your lips parted over his fingers to murmur, “Then don’t be one,” before you sealed your mouth around them again. Joel’s control almost snaps as your tongue teases the space between his fingers, his eyes darkening at your whispered words. He clenches his jaw, a quiet groan escaping his throat, his hand on your hip gripping you so firmly, he’s sure to leave marks.

Wasting no time, he easily flips you over, his chest to your back, fingers fishhooking your cheek. “You don’t know the things you’re asking for.” Your back bowes against his chest when you arch. Joel’s fingers swirl gracefully inside your mouth until he pulls your lip down to make you obviously drool.

Joel pushes himself closer to you, his chest against your back, the weight of his armor reassuring. His fingers tug at your lip, a guttural sound escaping his throat as you pant. The sight of you, flushed and needy, arching for him, almost drives him over the edge. He can feel the heat of your skin against his chest, and all he can think of is ‘mine.’ “I’m not certain I can be gentle,” he growls, his voice strained. “Then don’t be. Don’t be,” you replied swiftly, practically slurring around his fingers.

With your consent, the last shred of his self-control snaps. 

Joel growls and pushes the thick material of your dress up, his hands finding the heated flesh of your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he grinds his hips against your ass. With his determination Joel’s armor was hardly causing a problem. Lowering his lips to your ear, he whispers, “You’re asking for more than I should give.”

Yet, Joel’s eyes roam over your back, watching as the back of your dress pliantly molds to his chest plate. Any doubt is far from your mind, and now his as he grinds harder against you. “Such a pretty sight,” Joel rumbles. Whining in a muffled tone, you push back against him, your undergarments snagging on his uniform.

Thick strings of drool slip down your chin, sliding down your neck as it clung to your skin. An opportunity arises and Joel quickly takes advantage. His thick fingers pull out from between your swelling lips to swipe over his armor. Joel is mesmerized by the sight of your essence working on the metal of his armor, slick and shiny. The heat within him intensifies, the horny part of his mind taking over, demanding more from you.

He pushes himself harder against you, feeling the heat and softness of your skin, the way you press back against him, like a gift. He grunts in approval and once more pushes his fingers between your teeth. “Please,” you pleaded and blundered around his calloused fingers. His fingers push further into your mouth, muffling your words but he still understands. He can feel the desperation in your body, the way you clutch at the grassy ground, and it does something to him.

He leans down, his weight pinning you to the ground, his voice a deep rumble in your ear. “Please what, your Majesty? Mind your manners, you’re in the presence of a royal guard.” Even though it went against all logic, you were the princess after all, you liked that he made himself sound more powerful than you – that he dangled it over your head.

You moan, head falling forward as your head increasingly grows fuzzy, craving for his fingers to be  in your mouth forever. They made you docile in a way you had hardly experienced before. Joel’s grip on your body tightens as you moan, the sound causing waves of arousal to wash him. “So needy. For my fingers? Or for something else?” You instantly nod at his insinuation.

You would take any part of him.

He can feel the desperation in your movements. Joel only chuckles, taking great pleasure in your responsiveness. “You want both, hm? Greedy,”  he huffs. His words pale in comparison to the way his heart pounds above you. Joel kisses his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a deep whisper. “You look so desperate right now, sweetheart. Like you’ll do anything I ask, won’t you?”

Your blank mind slowly registers and catches up causing you to give a gargled ‘yes.’ He snickers. “You’ll do whatever I tell you to, won’t you? Be a good girl for me, sweetheart?” Joel had never had power over any of the royals and he truly didn’t want it, but taking the power from you like this is thrilling. Watching you melt into a puddle at his words is thrilling.

“Yes,” you choke out for a second time, saliva dripping into the grass.

“Then prove it and do it yourself,” he responds.