#Ellis x Gregory

[cookieruma29]

Wednesday afternoon

[sotogalmo]

7:34

Another STP AU has been made.

Been thinking about it a lot more tho- yk?? Due to these tags I left on a beckory post:

Tony is the protagonist(“You”), Ellis is “Friend”, and Gregory is The Prince.

This AU is more different yk?? You don't slay him, but you try to save him. Yet something otherworldly stops you to save him, and tells him to slay You.

In some routes he listens, follows and slays you. You just end up in a place where other souls roam. Until you are brought back to life by your Best Friend.

And it starts again.

In other routes, he tries to ignore the calling and listen to your Friend and You(maybe. Here, You aren't “You”, if you get my message. "You" are a vessel, your intentions from when you were young, made the Greed Demon possess you. Maybe even Envy, too).

In some of these routes, it's you that slays him. These routes are all based on "Thorn Princess". Betrayal and hurt, there are vines and thorns everywhere. / Or maybe these routes can also be like the Grays(Greys).

You still die, and get brought back.

To start again.

(all I have, because I'm gonna take a shower👍 but yeah!!)

AU is called = Dangerously Yours: Save Him.

[fumikomiyasaki]

And again catching up on drawing some ships I have with others...

Gregory x Isfrid @windbornearchon

Fennec x Ellis @starry-night-rose

Victoria x Yasuno @rosietrace

Leroy x Gale from RubyRoses on Discord

[kazooiesart]

[joelsgoldrush]

swore i heard you whisper that you preferred us like that

joel miller x f!reader / 5,8k words

summary: you ask joel –the quiet, distant joel– to teach you how to ride a horse. they say the eyes are the window to the soul, and it must be true, because when he really sees you, it´s like he finally understands what you feel for him.

warnings: smut 18+ let’s pretend joel never left jackson, porn with plot, no use of y/n, age gap (reader is in her late 20s, joel is 56), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation, pet names, unprotected p in v (don't try this at home ok), dirty talk, soft!dom joel (sort of???), a bit of angst/feelings, joel gets all babygirl around reader, ellie appears for like a minute, mediocre attempt at recreating joel's southern accent (sorry in advance)

a/n: hello??? well this is my first fic ever so bear with me, i'm still new to all this. also english isn't my first language so i'm afraid there may be mistakes (mostly when it comes to collocations bc i hate them and they confuse me), buuuut i'm learning obviously and if you find anything that should be corrected PLEASE TELL ME thank you :) i'd appreciate if you told whether you liked this story (idk what to call it tbh) but if you don't it's more than fine! anyways thank you so much for reading if you come across this fic, i hope you like it! i've spent a week writing it bc finals season is killing me <///3

here's my masterlist in case you want to read my other works :)

"Oh, my drunken southern star / How you tried to hide in darkness / Slipped from orbit / Now you’re dangerously close / Come out, come out from all your hiding out / We’ll dig in our heels, salute the battlefields / Where our broken hearts were born."

What is it that he has?

You used to ask yourself that question every night as you went to bed. On some occasions, you couldn't manage to come up with an exact answer. There were too many reasons that disclosed why a man like him lingered on your mind, even in those moments that were supposed to be for you and only you. Sleeping more than three hours a day was definitely something you needed tremendously, but still, the not-so-rational voice inside your head kept on bringing his name up without fail, disturbing your rest.

Joel Miller. Was it possible to feel like this? Like you knew somebody without having exchanged more than five words with them? Sure, there wasn't a single person in Jackson who wasn't aware of his existence. From whispered rumors in the streets to stories that intended to give his reserved personality an explanation, Joel became a real talking-point among those in the commune. Years ago, when the world was still just a floating ball in space, he would’ve frightened you, being the kind of person your parents used to warn you about as you started to grow older.

He walked a certain way, as if he were holding the suffering of many lives in his hands. Always on guard, prepared to fight those who defied him. Hidden knives in his pockets, a gun between his fingers, the trigger too tempting to be pulled at any time given. His hair was a mixture of brown and gray, and you swore that the latter was only becoming more prominent as days went by. 

Suddenly, your pillow felt too uncomfortable, your hands fisting the fabric of your t-shirt while you kicked the blanket resting on top of your bare feet. A sigh escaped your lips, the taste of something you couldn't even distinguish on your tongue, your unsteady breath being the only sound to be heard in that noiseless night. 

You were having a hard time figuring out how you felt about Joel (if there was anything to feel in the first place, since he barely remembered your face and there you were, fantasizing about him instead of sleeping.) Maybe you liked how he presented himself, how bossy and persistent he looked the times you caught him patrolling around the zone. Or perhaps it was his character what charmed you in the first place, and the fact that, deep down, a different side from him remained completely unseen.

He was handsome, too. Tall, broad shoulders, aquiline nose. His arms looked majestic in every single piece of clothing he wore, his tanned skin shiny enough to reflect the very same sun. And his legs… you were sure they were muscular like the rest of his body, because of all the physical effort he did. You had  heard that he worked as a contractor before the pandemic, which made a lot of sense. Once or twice you had paid attention to his hands and–

Then, a familiar feeling sinked in. Warm began spreading through your belly, your thighs involuntary clenching together. “Fuck,” you muttered in a low tone, keeping your hands glued to your sides. Another motive not to think about Joel: he made you feel… things. Certain things that you hadn't felt for anyone in a very long time. You preferred to think that it was probably due to the fact that you were touch-starved, and not because you found yourself deeply attracted to him. Never had you ever been a sexually active person, so why now? Why did the mere image of Joel in your mind turn you on? 

He’s strong. I’m alone. I feel the need to find someone who’s willing to protect me. That’s it. No other reason.

Your internal monologue was lacking in arguments, but it was definitely something you could work with. As if on cue, you found it hard to keep your eyes open, your limbs not feeling as if they were yours anymore. Next thing you knew, you were asleep.

That night, you dreamt with Joel.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

In a small cabin, you taught children how to paint and draw. Maria believed it to be helpful for their psychological development or something like that, and you had agreed to do it. A good way to spend your free time– that’s what it was. Plus, you liked children; some would even choose to include you in their drawings, and that small gesture just warmed your heart.

There, you met Ellie, a teenager whose basic vocabulary consisted mostly of profanities. 

And boy, you loved Ellie.

It was hard not to, actually. She was like a breath of fresh air, with her jokes and instant charm. You two became attached in a short time, and she reminded you of a younger version of you, just a lot braver. Although in this world it brought her benefits, you sometimes wished she wouldn’t have gone through all that shit. Those eyes, which squinted as she laughed if you tickled her sides, were the cemetery of many buried memories. You wondered how she managed to put a smile on her face despite her past and the horrible things she had seen, hoping it was genuine and not a mask.

“Look!” her voice brought you back to reality. Blinking in her direction, you realized the amount of paint you had dropped onto the floor, a red stain already forming on the carpet. “Are you okay? You seem off.”

“I’m fine! Just a bit sleepy today, that's all,” you got closer to where she was lying down, her fingers moving the brush you had gifted her in different directions. Squatting a bit, you placed a strand of hair that didn’t make it into her ponytail behind her ear. “So, what are you painting?”

She smiled warmly, and her teeth catched her lower lip momentarily. “It’s not finished, okay? Don’t freak out. I know you’re a perfectionist.”

“I’m not…” you tried to explain yourself, but ended up choosing to be defeated. “Maybe you’re right. Anyway, may I see it?”

The canvas was in your hands a few moments later. Ellie spoke beside you, her words mixing together in a sign of embarrassment. “It’s for Joel. Figured I could do something nice for him, you know? I don’t– I think I need to start over. His eyes look kind of strange, don’t they? They’re so close he looks like a cyclops.”

“Don’t say that, kiddo. This is… it’s beautiful,” your index finger traced the lines framing his jaw, the shades of his skin perfectly achieved. You held the painting even tighter, afraid of breaking it for a second. He wasn’t frowning like he normally did; Ellie had painted him smiling, and the crinkles by his eyes matched his age. Surely you must have spent more time than necessary staring at it, ‘cause then Ellie continued talking.

“Well, you know what they say: The student has become the teacher.” 

You handed the canvas to her, a smirk taking place on your face. “Yeah, I guess I’ll stop teaching you if that’s the case.”

An hour or so later, someone knocked on the door. As both of your hands were occupied (a more formal way to say that they were dirty with paint), you screamed “Come in!”, and Ellie covered her painting with an old, muddy curtain you used to clean the tables in which the children worked. You were about to ask her why she had reacted in that way, until you turned around and saw him.

Joel was there, as every other Wednesday. In your cabin, standing right in front of you. And you didn’t even look presentable. His hair looked messy, a couple of locks stuck to his forehead with sweat. “Hi,” he said shortly, meeting your gaze and attempting to shake your hand, but you avoided contact.

Showing him your hands, you held your palms in the air as an indication of the still fresh paint on your skin. “Sorry. If I were to accept the gesture, I’d leave you a stain.”

He retrieved a bit, adjusting his glove. “It’s okay. Safety first.”

That was supposed to be a joke, you noticed tardily. The silence in the room persisted until Ellie appeared from behind your back, already putting her coat on.

“You were supposed to pick me up in half an hour, asshole.”

His mouth snapped shut for an instant. “I missed you too. How was the class?” 

Ellie lifted her shoulder in a half shrug, looking in your direction and proceeding to jerk her thumb toward Joel. She didn’t want him to see the painting. “Fine as usual.”

“Can I see what you’re–”

“No fucking way!” she accentuated the word fucking, drawing him closer to the door. 

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not done.”

“But–”

“No more questions, Joel. Let’s go! Say bye!” Ellie handled him like a baby, which made you giggle.

Though you saw Joel raising his eyebrows, so you stopped laughing. 

Soon, they left and the cabin returned to its familiar quietness. A sigh erupted from your chest, and you allowed yourself to fall on top of a chair.

At least you could say you had actually talked to Joel for once.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

It didn’t surprise you that you wanted to see him again.

Not in the “you-turn-me-on” way, but in the “you-seem-interesting-and-i-need-to-find-out-why” one.

He had something. Something so magnetic and indecipherable that kept pulling you towards him. Something that made you look for his presence in every crew, and not sensing what it was only made your wishes to dissect him grow bigger. There was a tiny probability that he was an idiot with a pretty face. Who knew? You definitely didn’t, and that needed to change. You deserved to know if pining over that man was worth it or not.

That chain of thoughts led you to look for him the next day, almost trembling with eagerness as you asked him the most stupid and unexpected question you could have imagined.

“Would you teach me how to ride a horse?”

He looked at you as if you were out of your mind, opening his mouth a few times and then closing it before he actually replied to you. “You’re tellin' me you don’t know how to ride a horse?”

“Tried it a few times, but failed and now I really want to learn to do it properly,” you swore his eyes were trying to decipher if you were saying the truth or not. “Ellie told me that you could probably make some time to teach me?”

“So Ellie's in charge of my schedule, I suppose?” you froze on the spot, and he must have noticed it because then his expression dulled. “Sorry, sweetheart. It was a joke. I've been told I'm not the best humorist.”

Sweetheart. You could’ve died a happy girl.

“Look, why don’t we meet up tomorrow after lunch? I'm sure it won’t take us much time. Not a difficult task, y’know?” he stroked his beard, apparently thinking you understood what he was talking about. 

“Sure. Thank you, Joel. My name’s–“

He didn’t let you finish. “I do know your name,” and before leaving, he repeated: “I’ll be here tomorrow. You know where to find me.”

To say that you slept without interruptions that night was an understatement. Each hour seemed to become longer the more you glimpsed your watch. Your heart drummed inside your chest violently, and you feared that someone else would be able to hear it if they got close enough to you. 

After having lunch in the same spot as every other mundane day, your legs took you to the stable. You took a shaky breath, expecting him to appear out of thin air, but fifteen minutes went by, and there was still no sign of Joel. Pressing your forehead against the wooden door, you wrapped your arms around yourself. “What was I even thinking?” 

“Hey.”

You looked to your side and– there he was, already getting inside the stable and inviting you to follow him. Joel petted one of the horses, clicking his tongue. His fingers caressed the animal’s back, and when he shot a glance at you, he didn’t ignore your disturbed expression.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of horses.”

“I’m not afraid of them,” you laughed awkwardly, eyeing the horse, which stared at you with those big and strange eyes. You raised your hand to mimic Joel, but that just made the animal move further away from you. “I guess it’s mutual. We don’t like each other.”

Joel smirked, guiding you outside. “It’s a damn horse. I don’t think you can tell whether he likes you or not. You gotta change that attitude of yours,” he murmured as he got on top of the horse, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Treat him well and he’ll be nice.”

At first, Joel taught you the basics: how to position yourself for balance, get your legs in the right position, hold the reins properly. A little bit of help coming from him was needed for you to mount the horse. He got down on one knee, patting it as if it were a mounting block. “Come on. Step on it.”

No need to ask me twice, you thought as you did what you were told, and once you were grabbing on those reins for dear life, you observed him with curious eyes. “Now what?”

“Now…” he pressed his hand into one of the horse’s sides, and afterwards, the horse began to fucking trot and you cried out, a high-pitched shriek slipping from your mouth. Joel laughed maliciously, almost hypnotized by the scene. “Now is when you learn how to ride a horse!”

“This isn't funny!” you screamed, the horse still very much entertained with the way you were jerking on top of him. “Stop!”

You couldn't believe how he kept… cracking up. Joel touched his stomach, shaking with laughter. “You’re a natural, can’t you see it? I’m havin' the time of my life here.”

“What I can see is that you’re an idiot! Cut the cackle and help me!”

But he didn’t move a single muscle. Instead, he remained still, that smug look never abandoning his features.

The bastard. “You’re gonna make me beg? In this situation?”

Crossing his arms while teasingly grinning at you, he added: “Wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“Joel Miller, will you help me? Pretty please?” your hair was getting in the way, and you could taste it as you insisted. “Is that enough for you?”

It was, actually. He helped you get down from the horse, his thick fingers digging into the mushy skin of your waist. It shouldn’t have felt that good, but it did. You were supposed to be angry at him for setting you up and still, by touching you for a microsecond, he had transformed you into something malleable.

Sadly, that feeling didn’t last much longer. “Didn’t know you were a man of manners. Should’ve told me beforehand.”

“Didn't know you could scream like that. I hope you didn’t freak anyone out.”

The two of you continued to practice until nightfall. A thing you also learned, apart from horse riding, was that Joel was a determined man. Everytime you tried to quit, he stopped you, making it impossible for you to rest. You stared at him, rubbing the back of your sore neck with a grimace. “I’m tired. Can we go back?”

“One more time.”

“Joel–”

“Trot a couple of meters just one more time, and that’s it for today. Can you do that for me?”

You tried not to pay too much attention to his choice of words, although it was basically non-viable. He looked sinful, and you longed to shut him up with a bruising kiss. Again, a hopeless option. Your hands itched to touch him, to feel his stubble, rough and coarse under your thumbs. How could you stay focused when the man you had been daydreaming with for the last couple of months was bossing you around? 

Despite your inability to clear your head of any of those thoughts, you managed to accomplish what he had asked you to do. “Well done,” he offered you his hand to dismount the horse and you accepted it, sighing as you stretched out your arms. “We should take him back to the stable,” Joel suggested, giving you the impression of being pleased as you told him you were coming with him.

Inside the stable, he relocated the horse into one of the many stalls. Unbelievably, the place didn’t smell like absolute shit, which was what you were expecting from a barn. “Thank you for the lesson,” you told Joel once he was done with the horse.

“Anytime,” he scratched his jaw, the dim light making his dark eyes look, if possible, even darker. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No. You were right,” your heart thrummed with every word that he blurted. His presence was addictive. You were never the one to have any bad habits, but deep down, you recognized that he easily could develop one. “I thought you were less talkative.”

“So did I,” for an instant, he pressed his lips together, forming a tight line, as if he had said something he shouldn’t have in the first place. “I think I didn’t ask you this before: but why now? I mean, why did you wait so much time to learn how to ride a horse? Everyone in Jackson seems to know how.”

You cleared your throat, his piercing eyes peering at your movements. “I guess I thought it wasn't necessary back then, before all this. It's one of those things that you don't even consider until it becomes inevitable. I used to believe I had a lot of time left when I was younger,” you had never talked about this with anyone else. There was something so intimate about this conversation, how Joel stood seemingly tongue-tied in front of you, as if he were taking notes of what you were confessing to him. “I remember being a kid and not wanting to use my toys sometimes because I kept waiting for the right moment. But then…”

“You realize there’s no such thing as the right moment,” he finished the sentence for you, and you bowed your head. “Life can end at any moment, especially in a world like ours. That’s why you always gotta do what you wish to. We never know what’ll happen tomorrow.”

“Live for today, hope for tomorrow? That’s your creed?” you tried to mock him, the tension in the stable far from evident, but he didn’t move.

“It’s the way I try to live my own life. I don’t like being left with the desire to do somethin’ I could’ve done earlier. Too old for that.”

Maybe you were gradually losing it. Perhaps just a little. It couldn’t be a coincidence, right? Had he noticed how you acted around him? Were you that obvious?

“So, you would advise me to just…”

“Do whatever you feel right, sweetheart.”

That raspy sweetheart made you give in.

His eyes. His penetrating, gleaming eyes scrutinized your face at the same time you closed the distance between your bodies. From there, you were able to see every freckle, every small detail that you hadn’t previously acknowledged. He parted his lips, as if to speak, but no words other than your name came out. One of your hands made its way up to his cheek, cupping it, feeling the warmth his skin radiated. His head immediately leaned into your touch, like a moth into a flame. 

You kissed him, unable to keep waiting. It took him what felt like ages to kiss you back, his fingers tangling in your hair. He absorbed your whimpers, pressing your back against the nearest wall. Maddening– it was the perfect word to describe how being kissed by Joel felt like. When you thought he was going to draw away from you, he just held you tighter until your lungs implored for some air. Your knees had never felt this weak, and you found yourself grabbing onto his shoulders, already feeling the places where his stubble had left its trace in flames. 

“Joel…” you mumbled against his lips, detaching your mouth from his. Your erratic breaths seemed to sync together like a melody, and you tugged at the collar of his jacket. 

He knew, could see it on your features. “Wanna go to yours?”

Joel took you home. The moment you set foot in the cabin, he closed the door behind him, his hand lingering on the handle as he contemplated you from a distance. You took your coat off first, starting to unzip your pants. There was silence long enough to hear crickets in, the moon up in the sky being the only bystander of your meeting. His eyes roamed the newly exposed skin of your legs and you observed him gulp. 

“Did something happen?” you asked him, a flush crepting up your face. Taking a step forward, one of his hands came to rest on top of yours.

“No, it’s just that– Are you sure you want this?”

Crinkling your nose, you uttered: “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’m just too old for you,” he warned you, running a knuckle down your cheek. “You should be with guys your age, y’know? Not with an old man like me.”

“I want you,” reassuring him, you got rid of your t-shirt, and the fact he was still dressed up from neck to toes lit some kind of fire inside you. His calloused fingers fiddled with the strap of your bra until it slipped off your shoulder. “This is what I want. Please, Joel.”

It turned out that Joel Miller certainly was a man of manners.

You couldn't help but moan as he grabbed you by the waist, dragging you to the couch by the window and straddling his lap, his hard-on finding its place beneath you, pulsing and in need of more. His tongue brushed yours ever so often, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his teeth latched onto the skin of your throat. Joel groaned, the sound, low and primal, having its desired effect on you, your hips involuntarily grinding against his in a delicious but tormenting rhythm that already had you on the verge of tears.

“Joel, please,” you managed to plead, not knowing precisely what you were asking for. His hands cupped your ass, imprinting his fingerprints on the soft flesh, forcing your hips to go harder and harder. The harsh fabric of his pants was definitely going to leave a mark on your cheeks, and thinking that helped you realize that you were the only one –almost– naked. You reached for the buttons of his denim shirt, your lips hovering over his. “Take your clothes off?”

He did the rest himself, throwing his jacket to the floor. When he got to his jeans, he cocked his head. “Why don’t we move this to the bedroom, if you’re so goddamn needy?” The few guys you had been with had never been very talkative during sex; there was even this one specific boy who had asked you to not make a sound while he fucked you. 

But Joel wasn’t like them. It was just starting and you had already realized that he had a dirty mouth, an expectant look on his face every time he waited for your reaction to his words. “Now you’re quiet, huh? Thought you wanted me to fuck you, darlin',” one of his fingers pressed down on your clit, stimulating it through your underwear. He sighed, stopping his movements and pressing the damp pad of it against your lower lip, urging you to taste yourself. “You’re wet, baby. So fuckin’ wet. Have you been like this all day? Bet you would’ve let me take you right there in the forest.”

“Oh my God,” you whined next to his ear, your whole body trembling with desire. “Take me to bed,” you begged him, and next thing you knew, he was grabbing you as if you weighed nothing and heading towards your room. 

Not knowing how, you kept your hands to yourself until he placed you on top of the bed. Joel shoved his jeans down and you didn’t think twice– you stroked his length, the fabric of his boxers only making the slow drag of your hand more satisfying. His long fingers circled your throat, and you moaned as you kept eliciting exquisite noises from him. “Let me take care of you,” his dilated pupils carved holes in your being, his grip doing nothing to cease the ache between your legs. “Please, baby. I need to make you feel good. Been thinkin’ about this for so long.”

“What?” you slowed down your pace, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “You wanted me?”

“Why do you think I began to pick Ellie up from your classes, huh? Because I’m a good, generous man?” Joel parted your knees, getting closer to where you required him the most. “I’m sorry to ruin this, but I’m far from good. Just wanted to see you and your pretty face. Didn’t know if we were on the same page until you came lookin' for me, askin' me to teach you how to ride a damn horse,” you hadn’t noticed your bra was missing till he cupped one of your breasts, flicking your nipple between his fingers. “I’m sure there were many other people you could’ve asked to teach you, but you chose me, didn’t you?”

“Don’t want anybody else,” your lips chased his, a drop of sweat already rolling down your temple. “I didn’t– didn’t know you noticed me.”

“How could I not? If you could only look at yourself like I’m doing right now… You’re a sight, sweetheart, all spread out for me,” removing your panties, he kissed the skin where your inner thighs met, his tongue darting out to draw imaginary figures on your flesh. His mouth was just inches away from your cunt, and you had to tell him.

“Joel?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never– nobody has ever done that for me.”

He seemed to understand what you were referring to. It made you tense a bit, despite the fact that you were completely naked in front of him, basically begging him to tear you apart. Still, the realization that you weren't as expert as him hit you out of nowhere. Yeah, it was all fun and games, kissing and touching probably the hottest man you had seen in your almost three decades of life. But said man was a lot older than you, and he had lived his best years in the real world, not this fucked up version you grew up in. You were sure he had been with many different women, which wasn’t a problem– you two were nothing.

“Nobody has ever tasted ya’? That’s what you’re tryin’ to tell me?” you nodded quickly, shoving a strand of his graying hair back away from his eyes. Joel chuckled languidly, squeezing your hips. “Do you want me to? It’s okay if you don’t. We can try somethin’ else.”

“Please,” you’d have time to embarrass yourself later, thinking about the amount of times you had repeated that word. But certain moments were to be lived only once, and though you hoped it wasn't the case, you had to take the chance. “I want you to.”

Four words. It took Joel four words to disappear between your legs, licking a hot stripe up your folds. You nibbled on your bottom lip, a loud moan filling the void of your dorm. He drew sweet patterns in your cunt, discovering a part of you that no one else ever had, and you couldn’t help but to grind against his face as he dipped the tip of his tongue into your entrance. Breathing wasn’t a necessity anymore. You felt as if all the air in the world was being punched out of your lungs, the knot in your belly growing tighter the more Joel spent his precious time keeping you entertained.

At some point, he focused his attention on your clit, circling it over and over again, making you shudder. Suddenly, the pad of his middle finger tested the waters, and he slowly slid it into your cunt, earning a strangled whine from you. Burying your hands in his hair, your glossy eyes looked for him for a second. You shouldn’t have done that, because as you took in the sight of Joel with his own eyes closed, browns knitted, your nostrils flared, and you wondered if it was even possible to want somebody that much.

“Joel, wait, I’m– fuck,” your jaw went slack and you scrunched up your face, two of his thick fingers nudging that spot that made you see stars. “I’m close.” 

“That’s a good thing, sweetheart. Don’t know why you say it in such a dry tone,” his mouth curved into a smile, his chin and stubble shining with your slick. 

Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“But you will.”

A thing you also learned, apart from horse riding, was that Joel was a determined man.

“Joel–“

“I’ll make you come with my mouth, and then with my cock,” dizziness was starting to blur your vision, your eyelashes fluttering with every hard thrust of his fingers. You glanced up to the ceiling, tears filling your eyes. “Think you can do that for me, be my good girl and come twice?”

You bobbed your head. It was official: he was going to make you come.

Drawing in a long breath, you could feel the unbearable pressure in your core. His name sounded like a prayer on your lips, chanting it in the same way some people expressed their devotion to a certain God. You had your own personal deity, whose tongue accomplished to push you to the limit, licking every drop of your release as if it were a special kind of forbidden elixir.  

Your shoulders sagged and you relaxed under him. Joel kissed you, an open mouthed and filthy kiss crowning that moment as you panted. Through the cotton fabric of his boxers, you felt his hard-on poking your thigh. Shoving his underwear down, you took him in your hand, hot and just big, stroking him for real this time. You twisted your wrist at the tip, and he slumped forward, almost crushing you with his entire body weight, his breath dampening your neck. “Wanna fuck you, baby,” he croaked, his hips chasing your touch.

Out of all the scenarios you had ever imagined, none of them included being split open by Joel. You had a very vivid imagination, but no amount of creativity would’ve prepared you for what his cock would feel like inside of you. He bottomed out, his arms shaking where they rested on each side of your head. Joel’s breath quickened as he pulled out, just letting the tip, and then thrusting into you again.

“Fuck,” you didn’t recognize your own voice. It was even hard to decipher if you were still alive or dead from how magnificent he felt.

“So good, sweetheart. You’re so good, such a good girl,” he groaned, fucking deeper into you. His cock pulsed inside you, your cunt squeezing him. “Can’t believe how– how tight you are. You’re gonna make me lose my f–fucking mind.”

It was just too much. You hadn’t even recovered from your last orgasm before Joel started pounding into you like his life depended on it, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin ringing out in the room. 

“You gonna come, huh? Gonna make a mess?” you could sense he was also close, his pace faltering as seconds went by, words slurring together. He pressed his forehead against yours, clenching his fists and taking in a sharp breath. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.”

Come inside, you wished to tell him, to feel his seed dripping out of your greedy hole, painting your walls. But you weren't on the pill; it was also the first time you were sleeping with Joel, and you didn’t know how he would take the… suggestion. “Close,” you yelped instead, tears shimmering in your eyes as Joel’s body hovered over you like the most perfect eclipse. 

His thrusts became more frenzied, if possible. “That’s it, darlin’. Come for me,” your gaze fixated upon him, his eyes flickering with hunger. “Wanna see you when you soak my cock.”

Your body went limp, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Soreness took place in your throat as you moaned his name through the aftershocks, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. Going rigid, you let go of Joel’s shoulders. He pulled out, mumbling something you didn’t quite catch. You fisted his cock, trying to give him the release he so yearned for. Joel kissed you, messy teeth and saliva taking part of it. Heavy on your hand, his dick twitched as you squeezed the base, roped of his warm cum splattering your belly. The scene reminded you of a painting; he was the talented painter, and you his blank canvas, waiting to be signed with his name.

It was the turn of silence now. None of you said anything for a while, until Joel used his boxers to clean up his cum from your stomach, smiling apologetically at you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” your fingers delicately traced the contours of his chest as he reclined, enveloping you in the embrace of his strong arms. “Will you stay?”

Please say yes.

“Only if you want me to.”

Moral of the story: learning how to ride a horse can actually be nice if your teacher happens to be Joel Miller.

[cowgurrrl]

Look For the Light- Joel Miller x fem!reader + platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader

"I'm all bloody knuckles, longing for home. If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." - Second Chances by Gregory Alan Isakov

Summary: When you left Boston with Joel Miller and a little girl named Ellie, you never thought it would land you in Jackson, Wyoming with a tiny family.

Warnings: Allusions to/depictions of PTSD, reader has lost a child, swearing, family fluff, pregnancy/child birth (nothing graphic), out of order but will be adding context!

Alone and Forsaken: You and Joel meet for the first time [3.0k] 🥀

Marrow: The beginning of your journey [1.5k] 🥀

Sweet Jane: Joel finds out about your daughter [2.3k]🥀❤️‍🩹🪩

What Do We Do Now?: You and Joel talk about the past [1k] 🥀

Chosen to Deserve: Jackson sparks some feelings from everyone [3.6k] 🥀

If We Make It Through December: Winter part. 1 [1.9k] 🥀

Day After Tomorrow: Winter part ii [3.0k] 🥀

Killer: Winter part iii [2.7k] 🥀

Let The Light In: In the aftermath of Salt Lake City, you and Joel work together to put the memories together 🥀

Raining in June: You and Joel get married 🍓

What Sarah Said: You and Joel talk about having more kids [1.7k]🍓❤️‍🩹

Evergreen: You find out you’re pregnant 🍓 [1.5k]

Shrapnel: A person from your past makes their way back [2.3k] 🥀❤️‍🩹

Graceland Too: Your family prepares for an addition [1.1k] 🍓

Dancing Barefoot: You and the baby can’t sleep so Joel tries to help [800] 🍓❤️‍🩹

darlin’ i’d wait for you: You and Joel welcome your baby [3.0k] 🍓❤️‍🩹🪩

Sweet Creature: Ellie comes to the rescue 🍓❤️‍🩹 [1.3k]

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby: Charlie gets sick for the first time and reopens some old wounds 🥀 [1.2k]

To Build A Home: A daddy-daughter day 🍓 [1.4k]

Charlie says Dada for the first time

Sooner: Charlie turns one [1.1k] 🍓

Never Grow Up: Charlie walks for the first time [1k] 🍓

I Know the End: You and Ellie talk about what’s important 🍓 [2.1k]

Never Going Back Again: Family lake day [1.4k] 🍓

Charlotte Sometimes: Joel does Charlie’s hair [1.4k] 🍓

Blue Sunday: Ellie calls you mom for the first time 🍓 [1.1k]

August: Charlie starts school [1.1k] 🍓

Honey, It’s Alright: Ellie comes to your door with shocking news [1.2k] 🍓

When You Wash Your Hair: A Miller tradition comes full circle [1.3k] 🍓

Love’s Gonna Live Here: The story of the Museum Day [1.1k] 🍓

Until I Found You: Charlie goes missing and nearly gives you a heart attack 🥀

This Time Around: A different September 26th 🥀🍓

Fifteen: Charlie turns 15 [1.5k] 🥀

Never Grew Up With You: A visit home [1.5k] 🥀

April, Come She Will: The next generation of Millers find their way [3.6k] 🍓

[f3mme-f4tale]

.・✫・appaloosa bones・。.

appaloosa bones coming soon...

potential warnings: explicit language, sexual content, adult themes

pairing: farmhand!ellie x equestrian!reader

✎ summary: you're back at your high school job after graduating college, teaching young kids how to ride horses. it feels like a dead-end; a means to an end as you contemplate what to do for the rest of your life. enter ellie, the reserved farmhand who was hired in your absence. annoyed by your presence at first, ellie begins to forge a soft spot for the way you hum along to tunes stuck in your head and the way you furrow your eyebrows as you measure out supplements. caught between the comfort of familiarity and the allure of the unknown, you grapple with your budding feelings for ellie and the uncertainty of your future. yet, in ellie's presence, you find a sense of belonging and purpose you never knew you were searching for. (modern au based heavily off the songs "amsterdam" & "words" by gregory alan isakov)

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ playlist ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

⭒ words by gregory alan isakov

⭒ amsterdam by gregory alan isakov

⭒ the joke by brandi carlile

⭒ fast car by tracy chapman 

⭒ don't think twice, it’s all right by joan baez

⭒ carmelita by linda ronstadt

⭒ lavender country by lavender country

⭒ plastic jesus by tia bla

⭒ me and bobby mcgee by janis joplin

⭒ sunny side of heaven by fleetwood mac

⭒ bad moon rising by creedence clearwater revival 

⭒ wild world by cat stevens

[professionalsimpforgeorgeweasley]

What They'll Say About Us

Big Black Car

"Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face. The past, she is haunted, the future is laced." - Gregory Alan Isakov

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: you and Spencer are forced to spend more time together when you land in North Carolina and Hotch partners you up.

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of abortion, angst, unrealistic mentions of IVF and infertility, unrealistic FBI procedures, a lil smidge of the reader getting the anxieties, let me know if I possibly missed anything else!

What They'll Say About Us (Masterlist)

You stared up at the dark ceiling while the muffled sounds of your parents fighting filled the room. This fight was inevitable considering your dad hadn't come home until midnight and your mom was already furious that he missed your dance recital.

You hadn't known they were fighting until your younger sister Ellie came into your room to see if she could sleep with you. Her soft snores next to you let you know that she wasn't about to wake up anytime soon and it made you happy. The fight was only escalating and you started to hear what you assumed was your father breaking things.

This was your final straw. No matter how horrible you felt leaving Ellie behind you knew you had to get out of there. Looking around the floor you were able to find your slippers a few feet away from your bed. Carefully peeling your blanket off of you, you carefully tip toed towards them. You slipped them on, walked carefully and unlatched the lock on your window.

It wasn't abnormal for you to sneak out when your parents fought. Spencer only lived a block away from you so whenever you needed you would just go knock on his window and talk until you were ready to go home.

When your feet hit the ground you felt instant relief wash over you. You kept your eyes down as you walked across the front yard knowing that you would see whatever events were taking place through the front window.

Once you reached Spencer's house you knocked on his window with a rhythm only you and him knew. He walked over half asleep and opened the window and you swore you had never been so grateful to climb through somebody else's window.

"Are they fighting again?" He rubbed his eyes and sat back on his bed. All you could do was nod and sit next to him basking in the silence you had been longing for.

"Why do you think people get married? Especially the ones who hate each other?" He shrugged and you could tell he was too tired to answer you by his slowly closing eyes. "I think he's cheating on my mom again." You sighed. "He missed my recital to go see whoever it is this time."

"I'm sorry Y/N" He gave you a small side hug.

"It's okay, I'm just glad I'll always have you around. Your like the only person I can depend on anymore."

"Y/N I need to tell you something." He suddenly was fully awake. "I'm moving to California at the end of the summer, I got accepted into Caltech." He held his breath and waiting for you to react.

It was too much for your twelve year old brain to process. The only person who made you feel safe and protected. The only person who was always there for you was leaving. Why had he chosen to tell you now?

"I'm sorry Spencer I should go, if my parents find out I'm over here they'll kill me." You held in your tears and rushed out of his window as fast as you could.

"Y/N!" Spencers voice disappeared behind you as you ran back home. You say under your window not ready to go back inside. You knew he would eventually leave Las Vegas and you also knew he was smart enough to get into any college he wanted to. It was bound to happen but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Needless to say that was the last night you knocked on Spencer's window that summer.

_

The plane ride to North Carolina was quiet and filled with tension. You sat next to Emily , JJ, and Garcia who had been brought along on this case but you could still feel Spencer's hateful eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

"So I hate to be insensitive to this awkward situation but I have to ask, how was baby Spence? Like was he always just a walking fact machine or did he used to be a real boy?" Emily nudged you and JJ giggled at her question.

"No he was actually really sweet, it was kinda like having a big brother." You said with a small laugh.

"Have you ever seen him shake anyone's hand or give anyone a hug?" JJ asked. "Or has he always been a huge germaphobe?"

"Your kidding right?" You let out a loud laugh but the expressions on their faces let you know that they weren't joking. "Of course I have! He's given me plenty of hugs does he not do that anymore or something?" You were taken back.

They both shook they're head at you. It was surprising to learn how Spencer had changed throughout the years you hadn't been talking. You realized that you really didn't know him anymore.

Everyone went silent after they saw your reaction to their questions. That was until Morgan walked up "I hate to interrupt but sitting next to pretty boy is bumming me out. The guy is royally pissed off." He laughed.

You couldn't help but feel guilty, there was clearly a dynamic amongst the team and you had just messed everything up. The team probably only saw you as a face from their beloved Spencer's past that would probably quit by the end of the case. After all nobody had even cared to ask you questions about yourself only about Spencer. You felt so small and out of place that it overwhelmed you.

"I'm sorry I need to use the restroom." You excused yourself and hurried to the bathroom as fast as you could. You felt like you were a about to pass out. Your heart was beating so fast that you lungs couldn't keep up.

You splashed water over your face and reminded yourself that you needed to breathe. You knew this was a possibility when you accepted the job but you didn't know that it would be this draining. Especially on your first day of work.

"Hey umm Y/N? Hotch just wanted me to let you know that we're going to the crime scene when we land." Spencer spoke through the door.

If Hotch was making you guys team up on this case you hoped Spencer's attitude was only going to get better. But then again maybe being teamed up was exactly what the two of you needed. There were so many things you wanted to say and maybe this would force Spencer to finally listen.

_

The car ride to the crime scene wasn't as eventful as you had wished. It consisted mostly of listening to whatever random music was on the radio in order to avoid awkward conversation.

All the victims had been women in their early twenty's who had been stabbed and left in various parks that were frequently visited by families.

When you arrived to the scene you and Spencer both investigated it without speaking. You both made your own silent observations before going back to the car and looking through the files that you were given.

You wouldn't have minded staying silent but there was something in particular about the latest victim that caught your attention. "Hey Spencer were these marks found on each victims lower stomach or just this ones?" He ignored you. "Spencer if you can't handle working with me I can ask Hotch to partner me up with somebody else."

"You think I haven't already asked?" He scoffed "All he told me was that I needed to grow up and put my personal feelings aside and that your a great agent who could really support the team."

"Well maybe you should take his advice and actually act like an adult." You huffed. "I'm sorry, Spencer. Honestly I was a bitch the last time we spoke at my wedding and I shouldn't have said what I did. I just wanted your support even though you were right to not give it."

"I'm sorry too I shouldn't have walked out of your wedding. I just let my own personal feelings get in the way of your happiness." He admitted.

You nodded showing him that you accepted his apology. "Can we just start fresh cause I really miss you spencer. These past seven years have been pretty tough without you."

"I'd like that a lot" He smiled "Now what were you saying about marks on the victims?"

"Oh I noticed these incision marks on the lower stomach of the lastest victim and I was wondering if these were on any of the others." You pointed at the picture.

"Those were actually on all of the bodies why?"

"Those are IVF scars so I think we just found the commonality between all of our victims." You explained.

"Are you sure it's IVF? They could've had other health problems." He questioned.

You lifted the bottom of your long sleeve to reveal that you had the same scars on yourself. "Matt has been wanting to have a baby but for some reason I just couldn't get pregnant. Well at least I couldn't before the IVF."

Spencer looked at you with wide eyes "Are you pregnant?"

"Oh God no. Well technically I was.." you sighed hating how easy it was to fall back into your same old routine with spencer. "But I got an abortion after matt hit me during an argument and I've been taking birth control behind his back ever since. And honestly you were right getting married to him was a huge mistake and I think I'm going to file for divorce."

Spencer just sat there at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry Y/N. A moment in your life that's supposed to be that exciting shouldn't have played out that way and it's not fair. And maybe divorce is the best option at this point."

"I think it is. honestly I'm sorry that was a lot to dump on you especially when we were just talking about a murder victim." You laughed to try to make the situation less uncomfortable.

"no, no your okay." He stammered. "We should probably get back though before the team starts to worry."

You pulled out of the parking lot and drove away eager to tell the rest of the team what you had discovered. You turned the radio up to hear uptown girl by Billy Joel playing. You started dancing and singing along and all Spencer could do was admire you. You were probably the strongest person he knew and no matter what you never let any situation dull your shine. He was happy to have his best friend back.

_

"So babygirl what's up with Spencer and the new girl?" Morgan appeared behind Garcia.

"I don't know what your talking about." She responded with an innocent smile.

"Come on I know you've already digged into all her personal information to see if you could find out what her and Spencer were fighting about."

"If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won't say anything." She sighed "Her and Spencer were best friends and then one weekend when they were sixteen he went home to visit her and she was sexually assaulted by her boyfriend at the time at a party because of jealousy issues involving Spencer and Spencer was the one that picked her up after it happened and I'm guessing he blamed himself."

"that's horrible but come on that's not grounds to be that mad at her for years." Morgan scoffed.

"Well after she dropped that charges and married him six years later. That was the wedding they had their blowup fight at." Garcia continued.

"Damn."

"Damn indeed."

A/N: I'm so sorry if half of this doesn't make sense because truth be told I wrote all of this in an hour at 4 in the morning. Anyway I hope you enjoyed anyway and I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes that might have been made. I'm so amazed that so many people have taken a liking to my writing in such a short time and I'm glad I grew some balls and decided to finally post this series. See y'all in the next part and comment if you want to be part of the taglist 💗

Taglist: @sisterslytherinog

[1donoow]

VIDEO GAME REC

PT.1

......

♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

......

<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

poppy playtime

security breach [montgomery gator][sunnydrop/moondrop]

the last of us [ellie williams][joel miller]

call of duty[task force 141][alejandro vargas][simon 'ghost' riley]

———POPPY PLAYTIME———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - reader being a same model as huggy

- Reader being an older janitor who never left

- bunzo learning that it's reader birthday

- the toys reacting to the reader carrying a kick-me-paul

- reader being the creator of huggy wuggy pt.1 pt.2

———SECURITY BREACH———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - security breach with a facepainter reader

- gregory and freddy finding the technician's secret office

- security breach with a mouse animatronic

- Canon animatronic meets y/n a kangaroo

- the animatronic receiving a tiny version of them self

@rainbowapocolypse - first encounter pt.1 pt.2 (animatronic! maintenance! reader)

@blueberrys-writings - scary dog privileges

———————————————————————

montgomery gator

@clanwarrior-tumbly - monty with a small moth animatronic

———————————————————————

sunnydrop/moondrop

@srslysierraa - hand in hand

@g00mb13 - headcannon

@clanwarrior-tumbly - sun and moon with a swordfighting fox animatronic

- Reader apologizing after getting banned

- sun helping overnight worker!reader clean

- reader calming moon when the light go out

- separate bodies

————THE LAST OF US————

ellie williams

@gonzo-rella - helping out ellie when she gets her period (platonic)

@elliesmainhoe - headcannon with a feminine s/o

@bubbles-for-all-of-us - that's my mom (platonic)

———————————————————————

joel miller

@forever-rogue - before

- hey kid

- bookish

@multific - a little friendlier

@luveline - grumpy x sunshine

@yelena-bellova - twenty years later masterlist

@peterparkersnose - christmas vibes

@nexusnyx - miss sunshine ♡

- my fellow, my guy ♡

- imagine being loved by me

@joels6string - cup o'joel

- haircut

@joelsgeetar - ___

@baevillier - regulars

@adora-but-ginger - sparks fly

@nanatargaryen - beach day

- grumpy x sunshine (platonic! immune!reader)

- joel and sarah miller x daughter!sister!reader

@wardenparker - for her

@from-the-clouds - savior complex

@orangevtae - I'm right here

- walking sins, lost tragedys

@talaok - incentive

- hunting lesson

- interrupted

- stay

@ourautumn86 - stray pt.3

@heartpascal - I am good (platonic)

- the crooked kind (platonic)

@angelltheninth - rescued by joel miller

@joshuagrayboy - jealous joel miller hc

- more than friends

———— CALL OF DUTY ————

task force 141

@sant-riley - random task force 141 x gen z member headcannon pt.3

- headcannon pt.2

@meatonfork - grim x platonic 141 hc

@itzclouding - becoming a shadow

@venomous-ragno - ghost and könig wirh a reader who has a big dog

@gatorbites-imagines - ___

@imaginesheaven - medic reader x tf 141 hc

@starstruckmiraclekitty - with a reader who sneeze like a kitten

@mangowafflesss - s/o who plays the sims

- Cod Boys Noticing their S/O Phone Screen is of Them

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - The 141 with a reader who's a cybersecurity specialist

@thesharktanksdriver - being the youngest member of 141 pt.1 (platonic)

@personwhowrites - putting stickers on them

@ghosts-bandwagon - ___

@mockerycrow - reader catching them looking at her ass

@gomzwrites - finding out about your soft spots

———————————————————————

alejandro vargas

@ragingbookdragon - ___

———————————————————————

simon 'ghost' riley

@sm8th0p - date (medic!reader)

@ragingbookdragon - babysitting

- ___

- ___

@halfmoth-halfman - the little things

-little treasures, life's pleasures

- our little secret

@clairdelunelove - things simon 'ghost' riley finds attractive about you pt.1

@euovennia - simon being a mom/dad friend to reader

[chipistrate]

do that with Cassie

Sure! :D

Cassie:

favorite thing about them I adore how sassy she can be- like yeah she'll go down and save Gregory from the ruined Pizzaplex, that's her bestie she'd do anything for him, but that won't stop her from complaining about it. i.e. "Under Roxy Racers? *huff* that's all the way on the other side, I'm not even close." Also I believe her VA said something about her not being scared when going into the Pizzaplex iirc cause she "didn't know she was supposed to be scared" and I think that's interesting,,, "yeah that old, decaying, falling apart, creepy Pizzaplex? I don't see why I'd be scared. Gregory wants me to go there so I'm sure it's safe. Plus, what could possibly be hiding inside anyways? Bugs?" <---clueless

least favorite thing about them I'm not good at picking out least favorite things about characters I love LMAO They're just precious and beloved and I see no wrong in them<333

favorite line "that was too close. I was almost a Cassie sandwich" the DELIVERY. I love her so much even in the worst situations she's still making little shithead remarks/aff

brOTP Her and Gregory are the siblings ever<333

OTP Again- if these can be purely platonic and have no familial or romantic meaning, then her and Ellis should be and would be best friends and I stand by this forever and ever

nOTP x

random headcanon When she met up with Gregory again after SB she started helping him tear down his missing posters. She didn't know why he wanted them gone or why he was so hesitant in public, but she didn't want to pry too much and just wanted to help out. She tried, couldn't get a lot of answers out of him, and realized it was just too out of his comfort zone to talk about whatever happened while he was missing, so she just resorted to helping him however she can!

unpopular opinion Tbh I don't think she'd be angry after the elevator fall or even believe it was Gregory- at least not immediately!! Like- I could see her becoming angry over time, but I honestly think that at first she'd 100% think it was the Mimic- I mean- she literally just met a giant endo that was trying to kill her that mimicked her friends voice and communicated through speakers, I don't think she'd assume her best friend would try and kill her after meeting a dude like that. Maybe she'd end up thinking it was Gregory later and becoming way more bitter about it afterwards if we're going the Vannie route, but I think at first she'd just be really tired and sad and upset at the Mimic, but not at Gregory. She probably just thinks "he's my best friend, he would never do that. I'm sure he's on his way to get me right now, so I just need to survive a few more hours and I'll be fine." or something like that

song i associate with them Hmmm if we're talking Vannie arc then I'd say "I'm Irritated" by Fishy Bishie. If we're talking normal Cassie, then I don't listen to a lot of songs that I would consider "Cassiecore" that aren't specifically made to be Cassie songs if you know what I mean? But maybe that one really good part of "One Normal Night"

favorite picture of them

She's so confident and happy how could you possibly hate her<333

[cookieruma29]

hey guys! Been thinking of a new AU focused on Gregory and Ellis after Cassie and Tony go missing. The police would question them since they’re close to the victims and could potentially be involved in some way. Would anyone be interested ?

[hearts401]

gonna share the tadc x fnaf au designs later when i can!! plz note these characters are not stand-ins for canon characters aside from certain roles (i.e. caine being the ringleader type thing, pomni being new, kaufmo being first to abstract, all that)

Caine: Glitchtrap

Pomni: CSS (Cassie)

Kaufmo: Springbonnie (dave miller)

others:

Purple Guy (william)

Vanny (vanessa)

CC (evan)

Rab (gregory)

Ennard (michael)

Circus Baby (elizabeth)

Puppet (charlie)

Boots (ellis)

Tarbell (tony)

and Old Man Consequences (henry)

the basic idea is that help wanted is fake and when u play it, it puts you in the digital circus! but the developer went missing quite a bit ago, before it was finished, so the game is hard to come by.

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

The major bracket of the gay wrongs/murder husbands and wives poll is here!

Full list of all couples/ships along with sources below (although not in order they're in the poll)

Osamu Dazai & Chuuya Nakahara - Bungou Stray Dogs

Edward Teach & Stede Bonnet - Our Flag Means Death

Arséne Lupin III & Jigen Daisuke - Lupin The Third

Princess Bubblegum & Marceline - Adventure Time

Tiziano & Squalo - Jojo’s bizarre adventure: Golden Wind

Ellie Williams & Dina - The Last of Us 

Eve Polastri & Vilanelle - Killing Eve

Louis & Lestat - Vampire Chronicles series/Interview with the vampire

Kinn & Porsche - Kinnporsche

Alec Hardison & Eliot Spencer & Parker - Leverage

Vegas & Pete - Kinnporsche

GoodTimesWithScar & Grian - 3rd life (Life series as a whole, hermitcraft)

Jonathan Simms & Martin Blackwood - The Magnus Archives

Legolas & Gimli - Lord of the rings

Female Byleth & Edelgard - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Heavy & Medic - Team Fortress 2

Edward Nygma & Oswald Cobblepot - Gotham (TV series)

Misa Amane & Rem - Death Note

Joe & Nicky - The Old Guard

John Silver & James Flint - Black Sails

Vriska Serket & Terezi Pyrope - Homestuck

Nandor & Guillermo - What we do in the shadows (TV series)

Eustass Kid & Killer - One piece

The Doctor & The Master - Doctor Who

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham - Hannibal (TV series)

Wen Kexing & Zhou Zishu - Word of honor (series)/Faraway Wanderers (book)

Lord Boxman & Professor Venomous - OK KO: let's be heroes!

Jack Harkness & John Hart - Torchwood

Nadja & Laszlo - What we do in the shadows (TV series)

Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn - DC comics/Harley Quinn (series)

Gregory House & James Wilson - House MD

Rei Suwa & Kazuki Kurusu - Buddy Daddies

Wylan & Jesper - Six of crows (books)/Shadow and Bone (TV series)

Eddie Brock & Venom - Venom

Mystique & Irene Adler - X-Men Comics

Roronoa Zoro & Sanji - One piece

[puhpandas]

Hey what your opinion on Dr.bellboots (Gregory x Tony x Ellis) as with that do you have any hc’s of them it can be ship hc’s or hc’s of them being friend

P.s do you like ellis or ggy trio angst (I kinda do angst for them)

first off i kinda think its funny that this ship name is a frankenstiens monster of all my duo (friendship) names i came up with for these characters lol

but second of all no hate to anyone who does enjoy it but i just dont really like the ship of all 3 of them. its just not interesting to me. just not my thing

as for the trio angst is just inevitable with everything that happened. even if ggy didnt exist tony and ellis would still be getting ripped apart by tony liking gregory more and thatd be a whole thing theyd have to work through if tony even wanted to put in the effort (and if gregory didnt ditch tony for being a bully to stay with ellis before he got the chance). but yeah either scenario ellis is going through thr wringer. in canon he lost both his best friends and thinks theyre both dead and has to go through that grief. its rlly sad and he doesnt even know the full awful picture

[fuzzythememe]

everybody talking about gregory x tony which i love btw but what about Ellis? or is he the third wheel