#And they’re like actually you never picked up that card 💕

[dreaminginsteadofsleeping42]

Not my bank being a little bitch again.

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IN HIS ARMS || QZ!Joel Miller x f!reader || 5,2k

Summary: You meet a smuggler in the QZ and can't resist your attraction to him.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, a bit of fluff, unspecified age gap, Fedra soldier!reader, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, mirror sex, degradation, rough sex, praise kink, size kink, reader really loves Joel’s arms (who doesn’t), manhandling, alcohol consumption, use of a morning after pill, mention of guns, mention of canon-typical violence. Reader has hair. Joel can pick her up. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no other specific physical descriptions.

A/n: this is written for PPCU Body Worship writing challenge, created by talented, sweet and beautiful @joelmillerisapunk 💖 I got ‘Arms’ and immediately thought of meaty, beefy QZ Joel. Smooches to my lovely beta @milla-frenchy 😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 Love y’all! Hope you will like the story!❤️

MASTERLIST

“Let’s go.”

“Sure you need me there? It’s your deal, Ronnie. And you know you’re armed, right? Why do I always have to hold your hand?” you complain, while your eyes are scanning the crowd at a public hanging for any sign of disturbance. It’s not your favorite task but Fedra sends enough soldiers here to keep things under control so it usually goes smoothly. That’s probably why your friend Ronnie arranged a deal right in the middle of your shift.

“I’m nervous, ok,” he admits, glancing at you, “The dude’s fucking scary. Never worked with him before. But I’ve heard stuff. You’re just gonna stand there, that’s all. Don’t need to talk.”

You’ve known Ronnie since you were teens in a Fedra camp. Now both officers, you are still inseparable, though at this moment you’d prefer to be as far away from him as you could because in case you two get caught, you both will be a spectacle of the next hanging. Ronnie’s pleading eyes always work on you and the little weasel knows it well so you curse and follow him to the place of the meetup.

As soon as you see the smuggler, standing in a secluded spot far away from the prying eye, your heart starts beating faster. And not because he scares you. Yes, he’s huge and looks very unfriendly, thanks to his furrowed brows and the closed off stance which actually happens to be the culprit of your unexpected reaction. His pose accentuates the beauty of his arms as he’s crossing them in front of his chest. It’s a threatening sight, same as his gaze, but like a moth to a flame, you’re pulled to the man immediately. All thoughts in your head are replaced with only one - he’s fucking hot.

Ronnie slowly comes up to the man, feigning confidence.

“Who the fuck is this?” the smuggler asks, nodding at you with his chin.

“Just a friend. Don’t worry, Joel.”

“I ain’t the one to worry here, kid,” he gruffs, uncrossing his arms as his fists clench in a threatening gesture and you can sense the waves of panic, coming from your friend. “I prefer to do these things one on one. Don’t need an audience. Ya got me?”

“Yeah, ‘k. Next time I’ll be alone.”

“Hope so.”

Joel looks you up and down and you suddenly feel too hot. Standing a step further from him than Ronnie and not saying anything, you’re ogling the man with hungry eyes. Joel seems to relax and the men finally exchange the goods— pills for your friend and ration cards for the smuggler. They’re talking about the product, scheduling the next deal, and you should be on the lookout, should be attentive to the surroundings, like you always are, but your mind, as well as other parts, is fully focused on the stranger.

Joel’s hairy forearms are thick and strong and every little move makes his muscles flex and bulge out of his rolled up sleeves of the denim shirt. His shoulders are broad and the fabric, containing them, is strained to the limit. You’ve never been a biter in bed but suddenly you want to sink your teeth into his arms, lick them all over, glide your hands over the vast expense of his skin, grab them and feel them tighten around your body, encompassing you fully, while his cock stretches…

“Hey!” Ronnie exclaims, interrupting your horny daydreams, pulling on your sleeve and you blink at him, trying to shake away the visions of the man, doing filthy things to you.

“Let’s go!” he says for what appears not the first time, and you smile awkwardly, noticing Joel’s smirk. His arms are crossed again, but now he’s looking at you with a twinkle of curiosity in his piercing eyes, his heavy gaze lightened up.

You take a step away, following your friend, but Joel stops you.

“Sweetheart, wait!”

The pet name hits you right in the pussy and you pause and turn back, confused by why he’s calling you.

“C’mere,” the man motions for you to return to him with a shake of his head, his bear hands shoved in the jeans pockets.

“We’re in a hurry, man,” Ronnie frowns, thinking he’s coming to your rescue, but you turn to him and say,

“It’s ok. Wait for me over there.”

You have no idea what Joel wants from you, but you’re eager to find out. Not hiding his anxiety, your friend takes a few steps away from you and stands at the gate, glancing in your direction from time to time while his hand is resting on his gun.

“Yes? Joel, right?” You ask, coming up to the smuggler and using every last drop of your will not to leer at his mighty arms again.

“Yeah. What’s your name?”

You reply with a little smile and see a smirk tug at his plush lips when he asks, “Like what you see?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been starin' at me like at a piece of meat. No use denyin' it."

You avert your eyes, chewing on your lip. You probably should be embarrassed to be caught ogling the man, but life in this miserable world taught you to take what you want whenever you can. Especially if it's being handed to you.

"I'm not." You look back at Joel with defiance in your gaze. "I think you're hot."

Joel’s chest expands when he takes a deep breath, the shirt’s buttons hanging for dear life. His piercing eyes turn a shade darker as he asks,

"Wanna do somethin' about it?"

Your heart rate increases and the warmth of arousal between your thighs makes you shift on your feet.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Come over to my place tonight. Around 8. Ask your friend for the address. He knows."

You don't reply for a few seconds, making it seem like you're thinking about your answer, although your pussy has been aching since the moment you saw the smuggler so there's no way you're going to reject his invitation.

"'K", you reply, feigning nonchalance, while excitement is twisting your stomach.

“What?! Are you out of your mind? You're gonna see him?” Ronnie hisses at you, as you two are walking back to the square. “He’s dangerous! Do you realize that? He’s huge! Have you seen his arms?”

“Oh, I’ve seen his arms alright,” you reply with a dreamy smile, sensing butterflies in your belly.

“Fuck, you’re so stupid when you’re horny. If I find you tomorrow dead in a ditch, I’ll tell your lifeless face ‘I told you so!’”

“Jesus, man,” You giggle, playfully punching Ronnie’s shoulder. “I’ll be ok. I promise.”

The night can’t come soon enough. Still wearing your uniform, you rush to meet the man who's been occupying your mind all day. When Joel opens the door to you, you swallow loudly seeing him in the same denim shirt and dark blue jeans. You’ve been dreaming of his huge arms around your body, so your panties are completely soaked, and having had no time to change after your shift, you hope to slide them off as fast as possible.

“Hi,” you greet the man, stepping into his apartment.

“Howdy.”Joel closes the door and stands next to you, while his gaze is sliding up and down your body. You look around the apartment, getting a whiff of his scent— sweat with a subtle trace of whiskey.

“Are you from Texas originally?” You ask, glancing up at him, slightly intoxicated by his closeness.

“Yeah. Want a drink?”

He walks to the living area and you follow before leaving your guns at the door.

“What do you have?”

“Whiskey, vodka…water.”

“Vodka’s fine,” you reply, stepping up to a worn out couch and sitting down.

“Oh, are you a vodka girl?”

“I’m a ‘whatever burns’ girl, but vodka works faster on me,” you smile and Joel smirks, crossing his arms again. You swallow loudly, seeing his sexy tan forearms in the golden light of the setting sun. Fuck, you wanna touch them.

“Why d’ya need it to work fast? Doesn’t seem like you need any liquid courage.”

“Really?”

Joel goes to the kitchen and in a few seconds returns with a half empty Smirnoff bottle and two shot glasses. He plops next to you on the couch with a grunt and pours out the alcohol.

You drink yours in one go and Joel follows. The vodka burns and calms you down a little. Joel clears his throat before he speaks,

“This morning your friend was shaking like a leaf. And you… You were practically undressing me with your eyes, sweetheart.”

You smile and drop your gaze down to your lap.

“Well, Ronnie is a nervous guy and I’m …”

“A needy little slut?”

You shoot your eyes up at him and see a smug smile, tugging at his lips, as he awaits your reaction. You should probably feel offended or angry, but instead your core burns brighter at his degrading comment and your pussy flutters, as if proving him right.

He reads your reaction immediately.

“Oh you like that, huh?”

“What?”

“When I call you a slut.”

“I don’t mind,” you mumble while your mind is shutting down with every dirty word he throws at you.

“Yeah, you looked like a thirsty whore this morning. And I see that nothing’s changed.”

You’re barely breathing at this point, as waves of arousal ripple through your body, making you squirm in your seat.

“I…I just really like your arms.” Your gaze shamelessly slides over his body, so big and powerful.

“My arms?” Joel’s brows shoot up and he turns his head to look at his arm, resting on the back of the couch, as if trying to understand your attraction.

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, ogling the muscles straining his sleeve.

“Wanna touch ‘em, baby?”

“Yes, please”.

“So polite. Wanna call you a good girl but we already know that you prefer ‘a slut’.”

Joel chuckles and narrows his eyes, watching you for a few seconds, while you’re melting under his lustful gaze, sinking in the sticky pit of desire. Through the fog in your head you hear his voice, low but still powerful.

“How about we skip the pleasantries then and get to the thing you came for.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m gonna fuck you. And let you touch my arms.”

Your breath hitches and your body tingles all over. You can’t agree fast enough.

“Yeah, ok.”

“Do you always say ‘yes’ to everything, little slut?” he smirks, playing with you like a cat with a mouse.

You try to come up with a witty response but your mind is clouded with lust so you just shake your head with probably the dumbest look ever.

“Can I use your bathroom?” You mumble and when he points you in its direction, swiftly walk there.

You close the door in the little room and check your face in the mirror. It’s the same as every day except for your glossy eyes. You rinse your face, trying to come to your senses, look a little less horny but it’s all in vain. The desire overtook your body completely so you dry yourself and leave the room.

When you return to Joel, you find him on the couch in the same spot and in the same position. Only now he’s completely naked.

A shiver goes down your spine from a new surge of arousal, tightening your core.

You barely hear him, your mind is fully occupied by the image of this gorgeous, huge man, waiting to fuck you. Everything about him makes your pussy beat with the rhythm of your heart - his soft belly, his long, girthy, slightly curved semi hard cock, resting on his thick thigh, his broad hairy chest and muscular arms. Seeing them without the confines of the clothes completely shuts off your brain and you take a step towards him, mesmerized by his muscles, wishing to feel them already.

“Take your clothes off, baby.”

You hardly hear him, taking in every inch of his body.

“Girl! Undress. Fuckin’ hell,” Joel groans and you shake your head, waking up from a horny trance, and start discarding your clothes hastily, piece by piece while his dark gaze is set on you. You should be more graceful and seductive taking them off, but your aching pussy makes your movements rushed and determined. When you’re completely naked, except for your panties, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of the last piece of clothing, but Joel stops you.

He gets up and walks to you, his big cock in his veiny hand.

“Wanna do it myself,” he mumbles and stands next to you, at your side, so close that you feel his warm breath on your cheek and breasts, his naked chest brushing against your shoulder, his manhood poking your thigh.

“Pretty little thing,” he whispers, taking in your body, while his hand slides down your back, leaving chills in its wake. You raise your big eyes at him, your lips parted. “Pity you get so dumb though,” he chuckles and lightly squeezes your asscheek. His hand stays there while the other one cups your breast and grazes your nipple with his calloused thumb, making it stiff. You moan and he groans.

Joel’s palm on your ass moves lower, and reaches your pussy, covered by the wet panties. He slips his finger between your asscheeks and rubs your drippping hole over the gusset. You softly whimper and he plants a light kiss on your cheek, stroking your folds over the fabric.

“She’s been crying for me all day, huh?” he mumbles, placing his large warm hand on your belly, the other one still caressing your cunt. “Pussy so needy she shut down your whole little brain. Yeah, baby?”

All you can do is nod, your senses fully focused on the way his thick fingers are rubbing your aching cunt over the underwear.

“She must be cold, sweetheart, being in a pair of wet panties all day like that?” He coos at you.

“Yeah”, you reply, barely breathing, already feeling your orgasm build because of his light touches. “Didn’t have time to change. I have a sexy pair at home.”

Joel breathes out a chuckle, “I bet you do, little slut. Would love to see ‘em too one day.”

The only response you can give is a mewl.

He steps in front of you, his hand leaving your pussy, and you whine. Joel tsks at you and pinches your chin with his fingers to lift your face to his.

“Oh, my pretty bimbo, already cock drunk,” he laughs, locking eyes with you.

Joel’s so huge, you should probably be scared, but all you feel is a pathetic need to be completely destroyed by him.

“Lights are on but…fuck, you’re gone,” he mocks you, looking into your hazy blown out eyes.

“Listen to me,” he commands, as his fingers slightly shake your head, getting your attention. “How do you want it? Gentle or rough, sweetheart?”

“Rough,” you croak back without any hesitation.

“Good. Then do what I say and we gonna have a great time, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good little slut.”

Your breaths are short and fast as you’re blinking, starting at him like a mindless fuck doll. Suddenly, you gasp when he grabs the back of your thighs with his massive hands and lifts you, throwing your legs around his waist. You grab onto his broad shoulders and he carries you away from the couch and to the bedroom.

He drops you on the bed, old and stiff, but you don’t care. You have no time or ability to think about anything, because as soon as you’re on your back, Joel pins you to the lumpy mattress with his heavy torso and kisses you. He’s not asking for a kiss, he’s taking it but you willingly open your mouth, welcoming his hot tongue. A happy moan escapes your mouth, when you finally glide your palms over his huge arms. He slides your panties off and cups your pussy with his huge warm palm.

“Messy whore,” he mumbles against your mouth.

Joel’s assertive, passionate and as horny as you are, and you smile against his lips, enjoying his desire for you.

He begins peppering kisses along your jaw, your neck, leaving hickeys on his way to your breasts.

You whimper when his mouth finds your nipple and gasp when he nips at it. He licks the pain away and starts sucking on it while his hands are roaming your heated body.

You grab onto his shoulders and shift your hips under his arm. Joel’s slurping and growling, caressing your breast with his lips and tongue, but you crave more so you start grinding your wet pulsating pussy against his arm. Your movements immediately send you to the precipice of your climax. His muscles flex as you rub your clit against them, smearing your slick over his tan skin, and Joel parts from your tit for a few seconds to watch you use his arm to get yourself off.

“Look at this sloppy little pussy. Gonna need a shower after this. Or…,” he smirks and gets back to suckling your other breast.

Each motion of his muscles is helping you to come as you’re dragging your pussy up and down his heavy limb. Soon you throw your head back, dipping it into the pillow when a hard climax hits you and your cunt contracts around nothing, as euphoria is coursing through your veins, taking away the last of your clear thinking.

“That’s it— take it, slut— come for me — jus’ like that,” Joel mumbles against your trembling chest but you hardly hear him, so deep in the ocean of desire, all sounds around you are muffled.

The next thing you feel is his hands grabbing your shoulders and lifting you. Joel makes you sit up and wraps his heavy hand around the back of your neck.

“Look what you’ve done, messy girl.”

He nods at his arm, glistening with your cum and slick and then growls, “Lick it clean.”

With a hazy smile you sit on your heels, getting comfortable. Then you take his arm between your hands and reach for it. Your tongue slides over his hot wet skin and you flutter your eyes shut, reveling in the sensations of his firm muscles under your tongue and the earthy taste of your juices.

“Attagirl,” Joel praises you and slightly squeezes the back of your neck to make you move your head lower and lap up all the mess you’ve left on his skin.

When you finish, Joel lifts your head and sees you staring at his throbbing cock with empty but hungry eyes. It’s leaking precum generously and you almost drool looking at it. You should probably be nervous to take his huge length but all you feel is feral lust.

Placing his palm under your jaw, Joel tilts your head up and searches for your eyes.

“Damn, lookin’ so dumb right now. Lucky you remember how to breathe, little whore.”

He laughs at you and grabs your face, as his fingers dig into your cheeks, making your lips pout.

You whine and he pulls you into his chest. You hug him as if afraid to float away and he gives you a few moments of rest while you are panting, snuggling into his embrace after the shuddering orgasm.

Then he lifts your chin and locks eyes with you. Your breath hitches as you’re struck by his handsome face, which leans down and he kisses you again, gently and slowly, wrapping you tighter in his embrace. Then he asks,

“Why do you like my arms so much?”

You blink a few times, trying really hard to understand the question, drunk on his taste and the way he’s holding you, but when the meaning finally reaches your brain, you stumble over your words.

“I… they… jus’ so big. And … fuck, very hot.”

You feel his broad chest shake with a quiet laugh. “Ready for my cock, baby?” You nod your head with a soft mewl.

“Wanna watch my arms when I’m railing you?”

“Yeah, yes, please.”

Joel hums and gets up before manhandling you off the bed and leading you to a wardrobe. He’s holding you under your arms, noticing that your weak legs are barely able to move, still tingling after your orgasm. He places you like a fuck doll in front the wardrobe door with a mirror and stands behind you. He’s so big and broad that you can see his shoulders and arms perfectly in the reflection. Your gaze glides over your own naked body, and you notice a path of hickeys along your neck and breasts and your core ignites again at the sight of his passion. Then you look at Joel, his eyes are obsidian, the expression is carnal and hungry, and you moan, feeling his cock slap your lower back.

His gaze drops down before he pushes your legs aside with his knee, his thick fingers dig into your hips and he pulls your ass, making you stick it out. Trying to steady yourself, you brace your hands on the mirror in front of you, but he grumbles,

“Not the mirror, stupid. You’ll break it, cut yourself.”

You swiftly move your hands further apart onto the wooden surface.

“Sexy but so dumb,” he mumbles as his eyes return to your ass and his cock. You watch his face, serious and concentrated, and sense his tip prod your sopping hole.

“Fuck,” he curses and pushes his cock deeper, slightly bending his knees to insert it into your tight pussy easier.

You push your ass out more for him, already whimpering like a whore, as you feel your walls slowly part to accommodate his stiff cock. It stings but you welcome the sensation of his manhood spreading your pussy until he bottoms out and you both moan at the sensation.

“Ahh— she feels amazing, baby,” he grunts and you smile dumbly at his reflection in the mirror.

“Such a sloppy cunt,” he murmurs, starting to plunge his length in and out of you with a fast rhythm, “oh, yeah — yeah — yeah—.”

His fat cock is massaging your walls deliciously, kissing your cervix with every deep thrust and you mewl with pleasure and scratch the wooden surface of the wardrobe with your nails.

“Naughty kitten. Tess will kill you if you leave marks on her furniture,” Joel chuckles through heavy panting, squeezing your hips and watching your cunt swallow his glistening cock.

“Who’s Tess?” You ask, not really giving a fuck and he doesn’t reply.

Instead he grants you your biggest wish - he pulls you flush to his chest and wraps his arms around your torso from behind. Your hands immediately fly to grab onto his strong limbs. Joel’s right arm is under your breasts, slightly pushing them up. The other one is keeping you in place, pressed to your chest, between your tits, his giant hand on your throat. His thick fingers curl around your neck but he doesn’t squeeze it, just holds you close against his broad torso.

The sensation and the vision of his powerful muscular arms bonding you to him like that, make your pussy contract and Joel growls in your ear, his breath hot and wet,

“Squeezing me already? Fuck, you’re easy.”

You whine and Joel nibbles on your ear lobe and rasps,

“Hold tight, baby, it’s gonna be a wild ride.”

As soon as the words reach your ear, he begins rolling his hips and dragging his cock in and out of your tight pussy, hard and fast.

You grab onto his bulging muscles better, and as he’s increasing the pace, you’re scratching him with your nails, leaving white marks on his golden skin and whimpering.

“Yeah, take it, dumb little whore. Gonna fuck the last of your brain out of your pretty head.”

Your breasts bounce while he’s fucking you and you bite your puffy lips, trying to muffle your moans, but Joel commands against yout ear,

“Want you to be loud, baby. C’mon. Let them all hear how good im fuckin’ ya.”

You would do anything he told you this moment so your lips part and you let your pleasured noises out, as they mix with the sound of skin rhythmically slapping against skin and his animalistic groans.

Reveling in the sensation of Joel, pounding your crying cunt, you let your hands wander all over his forearms and shoulders, squeezing and scratching them slightly, wishing to memorize the feeling of their strength under your hungry touch. Your vision is shaking with every mighty thrust of his hips but you’re watching the reflection of you two closely, drowning in the image of this tall broad man using you like a mindless fuck doll, caging you in his powerful arms and tears well up in your eyes at how amazing it feels. Your mind and body are focused on this pleasure, suffering and worries of the reality are gone and the drops of pure happiness spill and fall on his arms.

Joel notices you crying and stops fucking you, swiftly pulling out and turning you around.

“What is it, baby? Did I hurt ya?”

His dark eyes, a second ago filled with carnal desire now worried and concerned, dart all over your face and body, searching for the reason of your tears.

You grab onto him and shake your head,

“No, no, i’m fine — feels so good - you feel so good, Joel.”

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he breathes out, pulling you into his bear hug and rubbing your back with his warm hands.

“Please keep fucking me,” you mumble against his hairy chest and he barks a laugh before throwing you back on the bed, making you squeal with excitement.

Joel lies down and manhandles you to straddle him.

“Sit on my cock, little slut,” he commands, eyes darting between yours, reading your reaction.

“Yes, yes,” you mumble, wrapping your hand around his hot hard cock and lifting your hips, hovering over it. You don’t make him wait and immediately sink down on his weeping manhood, as your mouth falls open and your head tilts back.

Joel’s hands are holding your hips when you start riding him, and then snake up to your breasts to knead them, pinch and twist your pebbled nipples.

You run your fingers over his forearms from the elbows to his wrists and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. Not pausing your lustful dance on his cock, you gently kiss his palm, his hand, then your lips glide down, leaving open mouth kisses over his wrist, the underside of his forearm and his elbow, darting your tongue out and tasting his salty skin. You lean forward, your nipples brushing his chest, and kiss his biceps, using your tongue, and Joel moans, watching you practically make out with his arm.

“Fuck, you’re hot, baby,” he groans while you’re lapping at his skin with your eyes shut. You’re softly whimpering at the sensation of his body, big and strong under you, his cock caressing your walls, making your pussy flutter around it, pushing you closer and closer to your second climax.

“Shit,” Joel curses, pulls your head off his arm and kisses you, while hugging your torso with his python-like grip. He’s holding you tight and you whine, not being able to move your hips and chase your orgasm. Sensing your impatience, Joel plants his feet on the bed and begins jackhammering his fat cock into your slicked up pussy, giving it to you rough and fast, not sparing your little hole.

You’re moaning against his scruffy cheek, your body shaking with his feral thrusts but Joel’s iron hold is keeping you in place.

“Usin’ you like a fuck doll you’re, yeah? Brainless little slut. Made just to make my cock happy. Perfect for me.”

His filthy words, leaving his mouth through gritted teeth, are barely audible because of the loud slapping of his body against yours and the squeaking of the old bed.

“Joellll…,” you moan, and after a few more thrusts explode on his thumping cock, caged by his strong arms, sobbing with heavenly pleasure flooding every inch of your body.

“Hnggg—shit—can I come inside?” You hear a gruff roar in your ear and with Joel fucking your brains out right this moment, you breathe out, “yeah, oh, yeah.” You crave to be full of him, drip him for days after, getting turned on just from the memory of him. As soon as you agree, Joel starts spurting his hot cum into your pulsating cunt, filling you up, emptying his balls into you.

You’re lying still, nuzzling his neck and taking everything he’s giving you, milking his cock to the last drop with your contracting walls.

Gradually intense ecstasy morphs into a pleasant satisfaction and you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. You feel almost high on endorphins, not used to such an amount of happiness in your veins, in your life.

Joel softens his embrace but still holds you, letting you rest and you almost doze off, lulled by his warm chest rocking you up and down like a giant wave.

“Don’t sleep yet, ya need to take a pill,” he gently shakes you, sleep heavy in his own voice.

“Oh, yeah…fuck, you came inside,” you murmur, blinking at him, as your mind fog slowly clears up.

“I have a Plan B, don’t worry.”

He moves you off him and lays you down on the bed, then gets up, making the bed squeak.

You can’t move your limbs even if you tried to so you’re lying there, feeling his warmth between your legs, kisses of the afterglow all over your heated skin and smile lazily when he returns to the bed with a glass of water.

“Look at you, as cock dumb as they get, huh?”

He plops down next to you and hands you the pill.

You sit up with a tired smile, swallow the pill and chase it with a few sips of water.

“Good girl,” Joel takes the glass from you and shakes his head when you murmur that you need to go.

“No way. Sleep here. They'll hang your ass if they catch you out and about at this hour.”

You turn your head to the window, just noticing that it’s completely dark outside, only the street lamps illuminate the room with a yellow light.

“Aww, you care about me, Joel? Don’t fall in love,” you giggle but your heart flutters as you look up at the man, so handsome and huge, looming over you.

“I’ll try,” he deadpans and shakes his hand, motioning you to scooch.

You shift to the other side of the bed and he lies down on his back with a grunt. You’re still sitting up, shamelessly admiring his naked body.

“Quit starin’,” he mumbles with eyes closed and pulls you down onto his chest.

You’re lying on his shoulder for a few moments and then whisper,

“Can you big spoon me?”

“Jesus…,” he sighs but turns on his side, scooping you in his embrace and you smile, closing your eyes as your hands gravitate to his arms, heavy and secure around you. You press your back into his warm chest and fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

How my men do Valentine’s Day

Choso- has baked home made sweets and definitely has been planning for a good week because he wants to be there for you in every way

Nanami - made a reservation at his and your fave restaurant like a month ago. He’s also got champagne at the house for later but didn’t go overboard. Had roses delivered to your work though. He’s busy and needed some help

Gojo - most likely threw something together last minute.. definitely paid a grand for the last minute flowers and delivery person. The card that came with them def just says I love you 💕

Geto - he probably did something like but you new lingerie but didn’t wrap it. And probably a heart felt card.

Levi - thinks this is a scam for companies to make more money (he’s not wrong) but he still got a card or something small. Did plan a dinner though because he’s sentimental.

Eren - this man literally bought the last bouquet at the grocery store. I see him probably getting diamond earrings or something though. He’s been sitting on a good time to give them to you.

Tengen - he has a whole day planned out for you and his wives. You all planned something for him too. He’s the picnic type so maybe a little adventure date? Probably got a bunch of different flowers and put them through the whole house. Will be rocking your world (all four of you) tonight.

Sanemi - I think he’s super sentimental when he gets a partner. He’s lost everything so he goes all out. Your favorite flowers, chocolates, dinner at the house cooked by him, an insane time in the bedroom. He’s gotten you new shoes too, the ones you were eyeing online a few weeks ago.

Dazai - has forgotten but when he remembers expect a heart felt letter.

Chuuya - He’s a roses guy, not because they’re your favorite but because they symbolize true love. He’s probably similar to Nanami and booked a restaurant date bc let’s face it he is a busy guy.

Giyu - he’s written out a whole admission to you about how he would’ve never been this happy in life without you. He’s probably not gone overboard with gifts or flowers but will make sure to cook your favorite meal, even if it’s incredibly difficult, he’s looking up recipes 2 weeks ahead of time.

Aizawa - seems like a card and chocolate type of guy. Nothing too sentimental but he’s planned a movie date and picked up your favorite take out. Is very comfortable in the relationship (I think it would take him so long to get into one that he falls into comfy living immediately)

Dabi - literally doesn’t care until he sees how sad you are and that you actually care about this stuff. Once you explain that it’s nice feeling appreciated he not only appreciates your body this year but makes an effort in years to come.

Toji - he’s a flowers only guy. He’s also rocking your world for sure but it’s probably going to be the patient kind of love. Also he def got a lil present for each of the kids.

[blooming-violets]

Perhaps the reader and Peter always running into each other at the same coffee shop? I'm a sucker for that type of stuff. Also, your mood boards are gorgeous!

Appreciate you! Enjoy your weekend! 💕

Fall In Love With Me

Song: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie

It’s another rainy moodboard because I’m a slut for the rain. 

A loud clap of thunder echoed off the tall buildings. 

Heavy rained poured from the sky. Despite trying your best to hide under your hood, your clothes were completely soaked through as you sprinted towards your favorite coffee spot. 

Someone jogging opposite you reached the door first and quickly pulled it open for you, opting to stay a few seconds out in the storm longer than they had to for your comfort. You ran inside with a shiver. 

“Thank you,” you said through chattering teeth. 

As you turned to smile at him, you were greeted with the face of a familiar stranger. It seemed every time you got coffee the two of you would run into each other. You figured you must be on similar schedules. Still, his presence caused you to laugh. 

He cocked an amused eyebrow up at you, “Are you stalking me?”

“I could ask you the same thing. At this point I think we’re ready to take this relationship to the next step and move in together.” You joked and pushed your hood off. It hadn’t done much good as strands of wet hair hung in your face and tickled your forehead. 

He chuckled, “Peter. I’m Peter.” 

“I know. I’ve heard them call your name a million times at this point. I also know you prefer your coffee with cream and two sugars.” You shrugged with a smile. “As if I didn’t need to add to the stalker thing any more than I already have. 

“Oh, good. I thought I was the creep because I knew your name and coffee order too. Turns out we’re both a couple a weirdos.” He stepped up to the counter. Peter ordered his drink and then perfectly ordered your usual as well. He handed the man working his card to pay for both the drinks. 

You had to admit that his confidence was very charming. You felt a stirring of butterflies in your stomach when he glanced over his shoulder to smile back at you. 

“You should find us a seat,” he whispered in a mock hurry. “Before they’re all taken.” 

The two of you were the only ones in the shop besides the man behind the counter. You laughed softly and turned to pick a spot by the big glass window at the front. A crack of lighting lit up the grey sky and was almost immediately followed by a clap of thunder. You smiled at the sight. You loved a good storm and this window gave you a perfect view.  

Peter slid into the chair across from you and handed over your drink, “You’re one of those people who find joy in storms?” He took a tentative sip of coffee, judging the heat, while keeping his eyes trained on you over his cup. 

You gave him a little nod, “What’s not to love about them? As long as you’re inside they’re fun to witness. Doesn’t the energy in the air make you feel alive?”

“Your eyes light up when you talk about it.” A blush rose on his cheeks as if he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. A single drop of water fell off his hair and rolled down his nose. He wiped it away with a wet sleeve. 

You found yourself admiring him from across the table. He was someone you could stare at for hours and never get bored of. The more you looked at him, the more you wanted to keep him in your sights. Peter. You repeated his name in your head and liked the way it sounded. You wanted to say it out loud. Hear his name on your lips. “What do you do for work, Peter?” You were right. You loved the way it felt. 

“I’m a freelance photographer. I work for the Daily Bugle. It doesn’t pay much but it’s fun.” He paused. “Actually that’s a lie. It’s not fun at all. I hate it there but the job allows me to have a flexible schedule.” 

“Then why is it that you’re always buying coffee at the same as me every day?” You took a small sip, curious to hear his answer. 

Peter smiled and bashfully looked down at the table, “Maybe you’re a very predictable person and I happen to plan my coffee breaks around yours? Or maybe it’s fate?” 

You gasped and gave him a smile, “So you’re the stalker. I’m glad that mystery is solved. It lead to free coffee and nice conversation with a stranger. If you’re lucky, maybe by the time the rain lets up, you’ll no longer hold the stranger title.” 

“Then let’s hope it rains for a long, long time.”

[basilone]

Below the cut, you'll find all the fics I have written for Band of Brothers and The Pacific. It's pinned to the top of my blog for easy access. Happy reading!💕

Band of Brothers

the long bright dark (multichapter, part 1 of form & void) Ron Speirs/OFC, Ron Speirs/Chuck Grant War chose Ronald Speirs a long time ago. He has always claimed to be at peace with that. Now, as his life finally leads him into battle-torn Europe, he believes that he is entering his final months of service. With the thought of death a near-constant companion and the rush of combat running rampant in his veins, he may yet be forced to re-examine what it truly means to be bonded to a god..

Spoils of War (one-shot, part 2 of form & void) Ron Speirs/OFC Ron wishes to honor his god. There is only one way he knows how.

sing of peace in this valley deep (one-shot, part 3 of form & void) In Belgium, the choices some gods make weigh heavy on their chosen. They leave one nurse to pick up the pieces.

and cry your name out to heaven (one-shot, part 4 of form & void) Ron Speirs/OFC Ronald Speirs isn't made for peace. He's made for her.

so the earth can grow more flowers (one shot, part 5 of form & void) Shifty Powers/Floyd Talbert When the war is over, new life takes shape. Floyd Talbert doesn't think he has a hand in its creation, until love finds a way to disagree with him..

to Babel, in ruins (one-shot) Ron Speirs/Chuck Grant Chuck knows recovery isn't a linear event. Knows there are times when words will leave him and the night will place him back beneath the dirt. Knows there are things he just can't speak about. Captain Speirs hears him anyway.

pulse (one-shot) Ron Speirs/Chuck Grant Ron Speirs knows how to kill. Knows how to hurt, how to twist, how to maim. He doesn't think he's figured out how to love, not really, not where it counts the most, but the touches he reserves for Chuck Grant beg to differ..

spark the embers (multichapter) Ron Speirs/OFC He pulls her out of a fight, but she's still spoiling for something that will keep her hands busy. Luckily, Ron Speirs has never been one to back down from a challenge.

the trouble with wanting is (one-shot) Ron Speirs/Lewis Nixon Lewis Nixon's third jump very nearly kills him.

aethon (one-shot) Ron Speirs/Joe Liebgott The taste of victory lingers on Joe's tongue, sharper than any words he can utter, and he's the one in control of the blade this time. What if you fly? his captain seems to want to say. What if you fall? he counters, and drives the knife home.

this dream of you (one-shot) Don Malarkey/OFC It starts off as a joke between them. An actual marriage isn't on the cards, not really, and they're certainly having plenty fun without it. But then his letters come, with all his grief scrawled out in the pages, and somehow it's not really that much of a joke anymore at all..

oh please, give me mercy no more (multichapter, crossover with MercuryGray’s The Darkening Sky) Ron Speirs/OFC Before the war, she hadn’t known the first thing about vampires beyond movies and some old tales her mother had attempted to shield her from. Now, with one as her commanding officer, she has learned most of the tales are half-truths at best and the real deal turns out to be a good bit more complicated than she anticipated. Billie likes complicated.

shone more bright than midday sun (one-shot, crossover with MercuryGray’s The Darkening Sky) Ron Speirs/OFC Haguenau is nothing like the forest. As Easy Company is suddenly bogged down by more supplies than it ever asked for, Billie Mitchell begins to learn how to navigate command.. one injured captain at a time.

the divine knife (multichapter, crossover between form & void and MercuryGray’s The Darkening Sky) Ron Speirs/OFC Ronald Speirs has been chosen by War for as long as he can remember. Now, in the middle of the European war theatre, he begins to teach another what it means to summon divine War at one's fingertips.. but Billie Mitchell takes to her choice far differently.

The Pacific

meet me in the margins (one-shot) Leckie/Hoosier He should’ve known the man better, but Leckie’s slowly beginning to realize he doesn’t know Hoosier very well at all.

home is not a place (but a wish your heart makes) (one-shot) Leckie/Hoosier A kitchen table conversation turns into something more.

Misc

everything in the form & void AU

every prompt etc. written in 2020-2021

[kissingdeadgirls]

did you know you can beat sun and moon and never catch the box legendary? it’s wild.

anyways i went back and played sun/moon, and was like. if i only have to catch the 20 new pokes i will be bored. transferring an entire pokédex is boring! best to catch all the pokéballs, in the hardest way possible 💕 also if you transfer them forwards you can’t transfer them back, so!

i will say that you have to restart like so many times to get all the starters if you don’t find a used copy and hit pay dirt, and the only time it was easy to get starters in sm/usum.

anyways i caught all 400 pokémon in s&m and this includes the 1% spawns (bagon), catch rates of 3 (same as a legendary) who only know a move with recoil (beldum), and a weather sos that took 6 hours bc rng was not with me (goomy). for the love of the game.

i also learned the mechanics of a game ive been playing for 20+ years are, such as: natures, ivs, evs, ditto breeding, nature catching with synchronize, special vs physical, and catching everything in a pokéball so it’s cute and matchy matchy. yes! even the legendaries.*

this was much longer, more involved, and dare i say it…… more fun.

(except goomy, oh my god. and then after The Ordeal of catching her i tried to get a female, timid, with sap sipper, 5ivs, and never did!!!!!!!)

my roommate gushed about how gay sm was and how bad nintendo destroyed that in usum. and she’s right! and she should say it! listen, ur little protagonist in the cave on exeggutor island, in the rain? with the rainbow? gay. my roommate looks wistfully in to the distance, reminiscing about her pillows still smelling like her……. gay!

also it’s about an abusive and neglectful parent weaponizing her position of good standing in the community to hurt her children. and she’s hot. and she becomes and eldritch abomination. your personal mileage may vary, but speaking only for myself, i love and support evil and sinister women esp if milf identified.

but like. that’s wild they put that in a pokémon game. i really liked the story. i can’t believe i’m saying this about a trading card collection game. but it really was thoughtful and well presented, and i think the subtext hits the exact groove it should, and would be meaningful to a child audience. i think lillie talking about her mom and clothes was chef kiss!!! it’s a little gender (derogatory) but it’s also a little gender (unfortunately accurate to lived experiences). mileage may also vary here.

i actually still haven’t fully completed the dex with a 3rd evolutions, 6ivs, good nature, fully ev trained monstrosity. with my sun game still trying to catch xurkitree with a good nature and iv spread in a pokéball. it’s a lot of resets which is boring to me, so that’s been stalled for months. i know what mints and bottle caps are, i just don’t actually have BP bc i’m not a fighter! the battle tower is for other boys!!!

my copy of us had the event only dusk lycanroc, which is so neat!!!! they completed the game with like 12 pokes in the dex and i think that’s wild. damn, you really live like this.

i did have access to us/um where you can just pick up a destiny knot (or again….. BP, but i’m simply not like other boys, etc) but i wanted an insane completionist run, so i played with 5 lillipups with pickup (hot tip if you try and fail to paralyze them, they have vital spirit as an ability, try again) and found one in an hour! and then never for the rest of the game.

i’m also playing um and i’m on the 4th island before all the plot happens, and i’m kind of wondering if i should get the sail fossil and reset for that perfect living dex for no reason at all, as they’re catchable as an overworld spawn in crown tundra, but like. perfect living dex………… so that’s stalled.

and while doing all this, i’ve made 3 insane spread sheets about it. is any of this information useful to another human being in 2022? i don’t think so!!!!!!!!!! but i have accomplished it.

*truly wish i could go back in time and catch necrozma in sw/sh in a beast ball for the full set 🥲

** yes this is tongue in cheek, no i will not discourse about it.