#jacob x lara

[qntncldwter]

every jacob/lara moment ↪ rise of the tomb raider

[tealenko]

So... This happened lol

I was going to write, I promise! And I told myself: I'm gonna do a quick timeline to be able to reference it any time I need to.

Well, long story short, it ended up being quite cute, and this voice inside my head that always gets me into trouble was like: you should totally code that and add it to your tumblr blog, even though no one will ever see that.

And here we are XDDDDDDDDDD

It's quite simple... But I love it!

I also added stuff I use a lot to write my Tomb Raider fic: maps, charts, links to the wiki, etc. And I'll add more things in the future, for sure.

Here's a screenshot with a link to the whole deal.

You can also access it from my blog.

And yup, I'm 99% sure I'll do one like it for the rest of my fics (possibly Mass Effect, in the near future)

There's no phone version cause... I don't want to do it (but who knows, maybe I will) ehehehehehehe

[urwendii]

⚔️chapter 3 of From The Ruins Of Our Sins is up on ao3

She’ll get answers when she reaches Kitezh, she knows. Absentmindedly, she traces over the edge of her knife’s handle - the one Jacob gave her - with her finger, catches herself and forces her focus on something else.

There’s so much she didn't have time to explore the last time she was there, but now she is getting maps and ideas at how large Kitezh really was, the tingles at the tips of her fingers she recognises as the call of adventures and maybe this is why she does not see the reflection of the gun’s barrel before it is almost too late.

[tealenko]

Loved they did this....

.... But fuck canon XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I HAVE THE POWER OF THE FANFIC!!!!

Sooooooo... Jacob is not dead in my timeline eheheheheheh

But yeah... Very cool they mention them!

[vertigoartgore]

Countdown to the 10th anniversary of the Hannibal Series Finale (38) :

Hannibal 1X02 - Amuse-Bouche (airdate : April 11, 2013)

Directed by Michael Rymer and written by Jim Danger Gray.

[gotranting]

You know it's bad when you have to go to DeviantArt or QuoteV in search for fanfics.

Replayed the game. Back again in this ship. And I will still claim that Jacob survived, thank you very much.

Wish I knew how to write so these two can get more stories

[vole-mon-amour]

"Don't shoot, I'm with Jacob. He told us to wait for you." 🥹

Also,

"Can you help?"

"Yes, of course. Stay here, I'll be right back."

"Thank you... Jacob was right about you."

Hey guys, how is it called when a Prophet, a being that is older than 1100 years old, falls for a human, 23 years old, first? Jacob saw right through her and decided, "Her. I want her."

And:

"Jacob told us to protect you, but... you weren't the one who needed it."

Ever such a gentleman. 🥺♥️

[itgetsdark-x]

He Who Hides In the Shadows

Summary: You loved Tommy Miller, of course you did; he was the perfect gentleman. He was kind, he was generous and he was easy on the eyes. It’s just… he wasn’t Joel Miller. Loosely based on the idea from a lovely anon ask (here).

Warnings: 18+, MDNI plssss!! Public sex, age gap (unspecified but Joel would be mid forties, reader in twenties), unprotected p in v (do better & wrap it), mild degrading, use of ‘daddy’, breeding kink (ish), mentions of voyeurism, cheating, dark!Joel themes.

Characters: Joel Miller x (f) reader, mentions of Tommy Miller x (f) reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Life in Jackson was good, well, as good as life could be given the state of the world; it almost had a familiar sense of old times and a safeness you had craved for years. 

You first stumbled into the gates of Jackson around fourteen months ago, you had been shot in the thigh by a raider and had managed to stumble your way to safety; everyone was hesitant to allow you through and into their safe haven, and you understood it. 

The citizens were kind enough to tend to your wounds, dress them and feed you; you ate properly for the first time in months. You looked at your surroundings, the warm interior of the communal canteen as a kind woman explained the ways of living in Jackson. 

That’s where you saw him for the first time… he was tall, broad and so rugged; he had brown hair with soft white hairs peppered through the gentle locks and he had the most intense brown eyes, they were dark and so much pain swam in them that it made you want to reach out and hold him. He locked eyes with you and you felt as if your surroundings blurred together, all you could focus on was this nameless man. 

“Joel Miller.” The lady sat opposite of you announced. “He’s… a troubled man, older brother of Tommy Miller.” She informed you with a soft smile. 

“Oh, I, I wasn’t staring.” You mumbled as you shovelled food into your mouth quickly, returning your gaze back to your plate of food. 

“It’s okay, hon, a lot of women tend to stare at the Miller brothers. Just human nature, some things never change, even during the apocalypse.” She laughed. 

You made a small noise, it sounded alien to you and then you realised it was a laugh; it wasn’t a noise you had made in years. 

“Anyway, I’ve got you a small one bedroom house on one of the quieter streets; it’s been unoccupied for a few years but should be fine, the water runs hot and there’s electricity too. I’m on the next street over so please feel free to come over and spend some time with me and Jacob, my husband. My name is Lara.” She pushed another plate of food over to you and you looked up at her with thankful eyes. 

“This place is fucking amazing.” You cursed, tucking into the next lot of food. “I mean, sorry. Thank you, y’all have been so nice to me already.” 

“I understand, we are definitely blessed in this community.” She smiled, watching you eat up the food before you. “Anyway, hon, I should get going. I’ve got a shift to work in the kitchen, ready for the evening rush. If you need anything at all, you come and find me. Don’t worry about helping out just yet, you heal up and get yourself right.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, the gesture felt foreign, you had spent so many months alone that you couldn’t even recognise what it felt like to feel a small glimmer of hope and joy. 

Lara left you in peace, she squeezed your shoulder before she walked off. You looked around at your surroundings once again, Joel was no longer stood in his previous place but instead he was sat at a table opposite yours, next to him was another handsome male. You could notice the similarities between the two of them but this younger male was much softer in appearance, his features weren’t hardened by pain and roughness. 

The younger of the Miller men caught your gaze, he smirked at you, noticing your blushing cheeks and within seconds he was closing the distance between you both. 

“Well aren’t you pretty, not seen you around here before. I’m Tommy Miller, pleasure to meet you.” He said softly, outstretching his hand to shake yours. 

You shook his hand and introduced yourself by your name.

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot more of you around here, darlin’.” He said before tipping his hat and going back to sit with his brother. 

The rest, they say, is history. Your relationship with Tommy had been a whirlwind, you kept finding reasons to bump into the younger Miller and eventually, he got the hint and asked you out on a date. You and Tommy had been together for about a year now and it felt like a dream. 

You were in a domesticated bliss, you lived with him in his house that he shared with Joel but you didn’t have much involvement with the older Miller male. He kept his distance and things between you always felt icy; you understood why, he had been through so much loss in his life and Tommy assured you he was the same with everyone, which was somewhat true. 

-

You were stood in the kitchen, washing dishes from the day before, humming to yourself when you heard the door click open from the front of the house. You assumed it was Tommy, back home after his shift patrolling. 

“Hi honey, I’m just doing dishes. I was thinking maybe we could spend a little time together before Joel gets home; I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating, this is gonna be our month. I can feel it.” You giggled, wiping your hands on a dish towel as you walked through the kitchen, you stopped dead in your tracks when you were greeted with the sight of a sweaty Joel. 

He looked at you with a raised brow before he kicked his boots off.

“Well, there’s an offer.” He laughed dryly, his lustful eyes drinking in your body. 

You pulled your arms around yourself awkwardly and cleared your throat. 

“I obviously thought you were Tommy.” You huffed.

“Obviously.” He smirked. “‘M gonna go take a shower and head out for the evening anyway.” He shrugged and with that, he stomped up the creaking staircase to the bathroom. 

You rolled your eyes as Joel disappeared upstairs. You and Tommy had been trying for a baby for a few months now, you knew it was relatively soon into your relationship but when the world made no sense anymore, this made perfect sense to you both. You loved him so much and he loved you just the same, it made sense that you wanted to create your own little bundle of joy to share your love with.  

You finished up the dishes and wandered upstairs to lie down for a while and wait for Tommy to return home. You passed by the unoccupied bathroom and found yourself standing outside of Joel’s bedroom, you lingered by it for a second; you were unsure what you were waiting for but you couldn’t seem to pull yourself away from the spot. 

His door was cracked open and something inside of you told you to look in. You sucked in a deep breath and your hands shook by your sides as you watched on. Joel’s back was turned to you, he was naked and although you couldn’t see his front, you knew what he was doing; his shoulder jerked rhythmically and you could hear his soft grunts as his arm sped up. You swallowed down the gasp you were holding in, you knew you should turn away and leave him in peace but you couldn’t help but continue to stare on. 

Your heartbeat threatened to burst right out of your chest, you could feel your blood thrumming through your veins as adrenaline coursed through every inch of you.

Joel grunted softly as he fucked his fist, he knew he was close to cumming and he tried to stay quiet but he couldn’t. He groaned out and then it happened, your name came rumbling out of his mouth like a forbidden curse. 

You went to walk away but the floorboards beneath your feet betrayed you, a loud creak erupted the silence and you stood there like a deer in headlights, your eyes were panicked and wide. Joel turned to face the door; his chest was heaving and you could see him now, his hard cock glistening with beads of precum as his fist held the base. Your mouth fell agape, wrapped around his member was a pair of your panties; it was evident to see, there was no mistaking the stolen garment belonged to you. 

Joel smirked at you, his cock jumped with arousal and he continued to stroke himself, only this time, his eyes were locked with yours as you gently nudged the door open a little more. He pumped himself roughly and brought a single finger up to his lips to shush you from speaking before he grunted loudly and spilled his hot seed all over your stolen panties. 

You were ripped from your trance when you heard the front door unlock once again, and you knew for sure this time that it was your boyfriend returning home. 

You walked away, your cheeks were burning and you felt ashamed. Why? Why did you feel ashamed? Joel was the one who stole your underwear and used it as ammunition to jerk off. It was confusing to you, Joel always seemed so distant with you, so cold and you just assumed he hated you, like he hated most people. 

“Hi baby!” You smiled, greeting your boyfriend at the door. 

“Hi honey.” He smiled back, he went down to undo his boots but you were on him in a flash. 

You pressed his body against the front door roughly and pressed your lips to his to capture him in a deep kiss, your hands snuck under his shirt and started to peel the layer of clothing off of him. 

“Hm, what’s got into you?” He chuckled lowly, lifting his arms so you could take his top layers off. 

“Ovulating,” you mumbled against his lips, deepening the kiss again as your fingers lightly scratched down his torso. “And you drive me crazy, need you.” You whispered. 

You wrapped your hand around his wrist and lead him to your bedroom without further distractions. That night, as Tommy made love to you, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the older Miller brother and what you had seen. 

—

That eventful day was three weeks ago, since that moment you had noticed the tension between you and Joel had become so thick and unbearable that anytime you shared a space with the male, you struggled to suck in a breath. You felt guilty for having watched him, you felt even guiltier that it made your panties wetter than they had ever gotten with Tommy and that night, you orgasmed to the thought of Joel. 

You knew you should have been disgusted and you should have ratted the older male out to his brother but anytime you tried to bring it up, the words died slowly in your mouth and never escaped. You pushed those thoughts deep down and swore to never mention it, you didn’t want to upset Tommy. 

Instead, you avoided Joel like the plague, anytime he was coming back from patrols or a shift, you would find any reason possible to leave the room and make yourself busy. Tommy hadn’t really noticed it, you disguised your discomfort well; you would leave to make dinner, to wash dishes or go and see Lara, your friend; it all seemed fairly normal but Joel knew and it only seemed to make him more persistent in his attempts to be in the same room as you. 

—

The sun was setting over Jackson, Tommy was on a night patrol, your least favourite and you were at home, alone. Well, besides Joel. 

As the evening ticked on; you had done everything you possibly could to avoid the older Miller brother until it was time for you to go to sleep, or at least retire to your bedroom for the evening. 

You had scrubbed the kitchen clean, made food for when Tommy would come in during the early hours of the next morning, scrubbed his work clothes clean and hung them up in the kitchen to dry in front of the stove. 

You had a brief shower and finally, you were able to sink into the warm comfort of your bed. Your door was pushed to, barely left open by a crack and you let your eyes drift closed, patiently waiting for sleep to overcome you. 

Time seemed to move impossibly slow, it felt like you had been laid there for hours, waiting for sleep to take you but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get comfy, you couldn’t get your temperature right and sleep didn’t feel like it was ever going to happen for you. 

You huffed loudly and threw the covers off of you, letting your arms drop either side of you in frustration as he huffed again before your mind started to wander. 

Soon, before you could stop it, thoughts of Joel fucking his fist were filling your mind and you felt yourself get slicker. You chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated your next moves; Tommy wasn’t going to be home for hours to satisfy you and sometimes you did fall asleep quickly after masturbating. It didn’t help that you were ovulating again, which meant you were more horny than normal. 

You let you fingers slide under Tommy’s oversized t-shirt just so they could trail over your panties; you shivered at your own touch and without any more messing around, you dipped your fingers between your wet folds and started to circle your swollen clit. The immediate relief was like a wave crashing over you intensely and you gasped as your back arched up when your fingers sped up. 

—

Joel heard your bed creak, the problem with these houses in Jackson is that they were old and poorly made; the walls were thin and the floorboards creaked, not to mention a lot of the handcrafted furniture or hand-me-down’s. 

He crept out of his own room to check if you were okay, he reached yours and Tommy’s bedroom door and through the crack, he could see your body glowing in the low light of the moon seeping through the threadbare curtains. 

There you were, arching up and he could see your nimble fingers pleasuring yourself. It was his own perfect picture of sin waiting for him to take. 

Joel couldn’t help the way his cock twitched with interest in his jeans; you were everything he wanted but couldn’t take. Ever since he laid eyes on you, the first day you arrived in Jackson, he knew he had to have you and since then, his dark obsession only grew. 

And the fact you were with his brother? It only drove him madder and made him want you even more. 

—

“Oh, yeah, fuck. Just like that, daddy.” You whimpered quietly as your fingers dipped lower to sink into your hole. 

You had never once called Tommy daddy, it was a nickname you had reserved for Joel in the darkest, deepest and dirtiest depths of your mind. That small, reserved section of your mind that Joel took up; even when Tommy would be fucking you, you felt your mind drift off to thoughts of him. Thoughts of his thick cock. His hot ropes of cum on your soiled panties. The way he locked eyes with you and didn’t think to stop. 

You felt the heat of shame swallow your body as your eyes screwed tightly shut, little flecks of white danced behind your eyelids as you came around your fingers; your mouth agape with pleasure. 

“Dirty fuckin’ girl.” Joel muttered, pushing your door open further and stepping into the dark room. 

“What the fuck!?” You screeched as you pulled your fingers from your panties and sat bolt upright to see the older Miller smirking at you. 

“My brother know you’re at home fucking yourself? Or is he not doing a good enough job and you’ve gotta satisfy yourself?” He cooed, stepping closer to your bed until he perched at the foot and stroked his hand up your foot. 

You kicked his hand away and folded your arms across the old fabric of Tommy’s t-shirt, trying to hide your hardened nipples. 

“I’m gonna say this one time, and one time only… fuck off, Joel. I’m with Tommy. End of. I love him. I don’t want you.” You all but spat, your voice sounding like pure venom as you spoke. 

“Oh. Feisty little girl. My brother got a fiery one. Good for him.” He smirked, his hand stroking further up your leg with each word. 

His hand finally reached your upper thigh and the breath in your throat caught shakily; you felt like you suddenly couldn’t breathe and every touch of his finger tips felt like multiple electric shocks to you. 

“Joel.” You warned. “I-I- I’m with Tommy, you need to l-leave?” Your voice was shaky, even with all good intentions you couldn’t help the way it sounded more like a question than a statement. 

“Hm?” He purred, his brow quirked as he pushed your thighs apart; he could see your inner thighs glistening in the cool glow from the moonlight, your arousal making your skin sticky. “Fuck.” He groaned. “So wet, this all for my brother? Hm?”

“Y-yes. Of course, who else would it be for?” You blushed. 

“I heard you call out daddy, you callin’ Tommy that? Something he don’t know yet? He gon’ finally be a daddy?” Joel’s fingers stroked so gently over your panties you weren’t even sure that he was actually touching you, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from shuddering. 

“No. No. He’s not — I mean, we’re not.” You mumbled, your breath shaking as you watching Joel’s dark eyes rake over you. Your arms were back by your sides and your fingers were clutching at the sheets below you. 

“That’s a shame.” He tutted, pressing one of his digits hard against the damp fabric of your panties. “You would look so sexy, all round and full. Fuck, you deserve to be bred the way you deserve.”

“Joel —“ you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as his finger pressed against your sensitive clit. “We shouldn’t. I mean, we- we can’t, I’m with Tommy. Please don’t make this harder for me.” 

“Come on baby girl, let me show you just how much better I am than Tommy. How much better I could be for you. Better lover, better daddy.”

You gasped at his words, they had such a visceral effect on you; it was instantaneous, with each word you felt yourself practically dripping for him. 

“Fuck. Come here.” You whimpered, leaning forward to grab Joel’s shirt to crash your lips together. 

It was an aggressive clash of lips, teeth and tongues; within seconds, Joel’s tongue found its way into your mouth and was kissing you in a way you could have only dreamt of with Tommy. 

Joel’s hand found its way to your jawline and he gripped it tightly as he climbed onto the bed to lay next to you. His other hand found its way under your shirt to grope at your breasts.

Everything felt so familiar yet entirely different; Joel’s hands were larger, they were rougher and more calloused than Tommy’s. His touches felt more aggressive, more lustful and you couldn’t deny the way it drove you mad. 

Joel’s facial hair scratched at the soft skin of your face, again, in a way that was entirely different to Tommy; it was hotter, it was forbidden. 

“Waited to kiss you like this since day one. Fuck, you feel so good under me.” Joel groaned against your lips as his fingers toyed with the hardened buds of your nipples. 

You arched up to his rough fingers and instinctively spread your legs further for him, all shame seemed to dissipate with every grope from the older man. 

“Fuck, I need more. Please.” You whimpered. 

Joel took the hint quickly, he kissed down your neck and trailed his fingers down your sternum before he finally reached the waistband of your panties. Joel breathed deeply as his fingers finally dipped into the damp fabric, he didn’t mess around and immediately, his fingers found your clit without any fumbling around. 

Your eyes widened at Joel and he just smirked as he circled it expertly with his thick fingers. He ducked his head down and kissed you once more, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip as you whimpered underneath him. 

“Fuck.” You whined pathetically under Joel. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck.” 

The words spilled from your mouth, they were smothered against Joel’s mouth but he still heard them and he smirked once more. 

“Fuckin’ knew you thought about me. Filthy little girl, aren’t you? Look at you, all whored out and for who? Your boyfriend’s brother. Filthy little slut.” Joel cooed with deep condescension. 

You whimpered again, it was all you trusted yourself to do; you knew if you tried to talk, your words would die in your throat and would fail you immensely.

“Take that top off. Need to see your beautiful tits again, fuck. Think about them all the time. I watch you, y’know.” Joel whispered into your ear. “I watch you when you’re showering, watch the way you soap up your tits. Fuck have cum over that image so many times.” Joel admitted. 

You gasped at his confession, you knew you should have been disgusted by his words, by his actions but it only seemed to grow your attraction, your arousal for him further. 

You quickly sat up, legs still spread for Joel and whipped the T-shirt over your head; your tits bounced gently as you laid back down and Joel let out a near animalistic growl at the sight of you below him. 

“Need to taste your pussy. Fuck. Need to so bad. Can’t stop myself now.” He smirked and without another word, he was removing your panties and positioning his head between your messy thighs. 

He used his thumb and finger to spread the glistening pink of your pussy before he licked a fat stripe up through your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue. He did it a couple of times before bringing his head back up to you. 

“Open.” He hissed at you. 

There was a momentary second of confusion before you obediently opened your mouth for Joel, your tongue hanging out in anticipation. Joel spat into your mouth slowly, a fat line of your arousal and Joel’s spit landed on your tongue and you swallowed it back eagerly. 

It was filthy; it was pure debauchery and you honestly thought you might have died and gone to heaven right there. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl.” He praised and dipped his head down to suck your clit into his mouth. 

He suckled at the nub gently, the pressure sending thousands of shockwaves through your body at once. You shuddered with the pleasure and a soft whine fell from your lips. Joel’s nose nudged at your mound as his tongue flicked over your clit before he circled it and then went back to sucking at it; he repeated these motions in consecutive moments but would switch up what he would do next. Just to keep you on your toes. 

“Fuck. Daddy. I’m gonna cum.” You cried, tears pricking at your eyes from pure pleasure. 

Never had Tommy made you feel like this; your body was on fire, your skin was flushed and a slick layer of sweat settled all over your body. 

“Good girl. Cum for me. Fuckin’ soak my face. That’s it. Atta girl.” Joel praised between his pleasuring movements of his tongue. “Call me daddy again, driving me mad.” He hissed, spitting onto your clit before licking it back up with a flicking motion of his tongue. 

“Daddy!” You whined, your back arching off the bed like a possessed woman. “Oh my god!” You whined, the noise getting caught in your throat as your orgasm ripped through your entire body. 

You peered down as Joel licked you through your orgasm and you noticed the way his hips were grinding against the bed. This man was going to kill you off. He was so turned on by eating you out that he felt the need to hump at the bed like a horny mutt. 

“Jesus Christ.” You whimpered as Joel dragged a slow finger through your folds just to place a playful slap to your exposed pussy. 

“I prefer daddy.” Joel smirked, sitting back to remove his shirt and unbuckle his jeans. “How do you wanna take me, my good girl?”

Your head was swimming, it span with pleasure and you could barely think straight for more than two seconds. 

“I — um, you choose.” You whispered. 

“On all fours then, I know that’s how you like it the best. You always seem to cum the hardest when he fucks you like that.” Joel grinned, removing his clothes and standing at the edge of the bed, giving his thick cock a few testing strokes. 

You swallowed roughly, feeling as if there were razor blades sliding down. “You… you, you watched us fuck?” You asked dumbfounded, the words sounded bizarre as they bounced around the room. 

“Course I have, darlin’. Told you. I wanted you the moment I saw you. Just ‘cause you ain’t mine officially doesn’t mean I was gonna stop wanting you.” He spoke so calmly, like it was a totally normal thing to say. “And for the record, I know you ain’t ever cum that hard with Tommy, now you’ve got me thinking you fake it with him.”

“I do not.” You protested, your voice not convincing even to yourself. 

Joel raised a brow at you in question, his lips turned up at the corner with an air of a smirk. 

“Fine. Fucking fine. I’ve faked it a few times.” You admittedly quietly. 

“Atta girl, ain’t so hard to tell the truth now, is it?” He said smugly. “Now, get on your hands and knees, show me that pretty cunt before I destroy it. Good girls get rewarded and you’ve been real good for me, sweetheart.”

Silently, you positioned yourself for Joel; still unsure of why you were doing this; why you were potentially throwing away your great relationship and for what? A couple good orgasms. You were fucked. 

Joel tapped the thick head of his cock against your entrance and instinctively, you tried to push back onto him. 

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Joel cooed, slapping your clit with his hardened cock. “Not until I say so, baby girl. I’m in charge, I decide when you deserve my cock. Not sure you’re even gonna be able to take me. You look so tight and perfect.”

“Fuck, you’re such an ass. Such a tease. Please, I need it, Joel.” You whined petulantly. 

“Try again, sweetheart. Who am I?”

“Daddy.” You whispered. 

“And what do you want?” He beamed smugly. 

“Your cock, please, daddy. I want your cock so bad. Please.” You mewled. 

“Good.” Joel praised, he pressed his cock into your tight heat, so slowly that you felt every inch of the delicious stretch. “Good girl.” He sighed as he bottomed out in you. 

Under Joel, your fingers grasped at the sheets and your knuckles turned pale under the intense grip you had on them. He was big. Not just in length but he was girthy, thicker than Tommy was and you knew going forward, he wouldn’t be able to satisfy you in this way.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Clearly not been fucked in the proper way, so wet and tight for me.” Joel groaned, drawing his hips back slowly before thrusting forward slowly once again so you could feel every inch of him; every notch and vein of him. 

You nodded under him, your words failing you once again as pleasure swamped your body like an infection; it took over every one of your senses.

Joel’s fingers gripped tightly at your soft hips as he built a steady rhythm, with each thrust you could feel his cock head nudge at the spongy bundle of nerves deep inside of yourself. It was heady and intense, your fingers tingled as Joel fucked you roughly. 

His soft, slow thrusts from the start were long gone; he held you tighter as his hips snapped forward with force and pure fervour. 

“Daddy. Feels so good.” You whimpered under him, your tights swaying back and forth as he fucked you. “Want you to fill me up. Breed me, please. Fuck.” You pleaded. 

Joel couldn’t help the groan that rumbled from deep in his throat, it was a deep and masculine noise that shocked you. 

“Hm, want me to give you that baby you want so bad?” Joel asked, landing a harsh spank to your doughy ass cheek. “Want to feel my cum leaking out of you as you try to sleep? Hm? Want my cum to stick to your inner thighs ready for when Tommy’s home?” He spanked you again as he spoke and you nodded eagerly at him. “Bet you would, little fucking whore.”

“I am. I’m a filthy little whore. All for you though, daddy. Not for him.”

Joel buried his cock deep into you and snaked his hand around to your mouth. 

“Spit on them, slut.” He instructed abruptly. 

You collected some spit on your tongue before you spat onto Joel’s digits, ignoring the way it dripped onto the sheets below you. 

He took his spit-slicked fingers and placed them on the swollen nub of your clit, you gasped at the contact and Joel circled it perfect, the spit and your arousal making it easy for him to pass his fingers directly over the sensitive bundle. 

“I bet Tommy wouldn’t even be surprised if he came home and found some other man’s cum making you all messy and sticky; he knows you’re a filthy little whore, perfect little sinner.” He groaned, his fingers working faster to bring you closer to your orgasm. 

“I’m gonna cum again, Joel.” You whispered, his name falling off your lips with ease, like you said it all the time. 

“Sound so sexy when you say my name.” He cooed. “You want to cum on my cock? Hm? Wanna cum on it whilst I fill you with my hot seed. God, wanna breed this little cunt so bad. So hot and tight. Hope I get you pregnant.” He growled. 

Joel’s words, his fingers and his cock all worked in perfect unison to push you off the edge and fall into your second, intense orgasm; your head lulled forward into the crook of your elbow as you clenched around Joel’s still cock. You felt so full, so deliciously full and you wanted to stay like this forever. 

“Good girl. Now let me cum in this little cunt. You ready for that?” He asked softly, brushing some hair away from your shoulder before he placed a soft, tender kiss to the skin of your back. 

It was a stark contrast to the way he had just been treating you and it made your stomach flutter with adoration for the older male. 

You nodded, it was all Joel needed and he went back to gripping your hips with an intense tightness. He pulled his cock all the way out before he snapped forward again; his thrusts were rough and short, you could tell he was just rutting himself to his own greedy high. All you could do was whimper and moan underneath him, taking everything he had to offer. 

“I know baby. I know. It’s okay. Almost there. Such a good girl.” Joel mumbled, his thumbs smoothing over your skin as he fucked into you feverishly. 

You whined under the male as his hips stalled and stuttered, and then, suddenly you felt the hot ropes of his cum coat your insides. Joel’s thick cock twitched inside of you and for a second, you felt even fuller than before as his seed filled you. 

Joel stayed like that for a second, only moving his hips with slow, sloppy thrusts; the obscene squelching noises of your arousals filled the silent room and you whimpered pathetically. 

He slowly pulled out of you with a hiss, his cock fell and he collapsed onto the bed. You winced as you moved to lay next to the male, you knew you were going to be feeling sore for the next couple of days but you liked it, it would serve as a real reminder than this actually happened and wasn’t the result of a heavy night of drinking or a weird fever dream. 

“Fuck.” You muttered, leaning up on your elbows to suck in a few deep and shaky breaths. “What the fuck have I done? What the fuck did you do?” You hissed, collapsing back onto the bed with a soft sob; the lust clearing from the room as the grim reality settled around you. 

“Gave you what you’ve been wanting, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Joel offered up softly. 

“Joel…” you whispered. “I’m - I’m ovulating and you just came right inside of me. Oh my fucking god. I’m dead. Tommy is gonna kill me. Tommy is gonna kill you.” 

“Tommy won’t know. Just make sure you have sex with him in the next couple of days and you’ll be golden. And well, if it happens. It happens. Uncle Joel at your service. If it doesn’t, we’ll try again next month.” He teased, with his forearm draped over his eyes. 

“You’re not fucking funny.” You yelled. “Get out Joel, you’re fucked in the head. Get out.” You screamed, slapping his side and pushing the male off the bed. 

He got off the bed and held his arms up in surrender. 

“Okay, chill out. I’m gone. Tommy won’t know, I won’t say a word. And when you want this to happen again, you say the words and I’ll be right here for you, sweetheart.” He smirked as he bunched his clothes up into his arms. 

He picked up your discarded panties and left the room without another word.

You wrapped the duvet around your naked body and sobbed quietly to yourself; this whole situation was about to get real fucking messy. You laid there, tears staining your cheeks as you prayed that it wouldn’t happen as different scenarios played out in your mind like a horror movie.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you awoke to the mattress dipping next to you and Tommy placed a kiss to your shoulder and stroked your side. 

“Hello baby,” he whispered, snuggling up behind you. “Smells like sex in here.” He said, with a soft chuckle. 

“That was me…” you muttered, still not daring to look your boyfriend in the eyes. “Got so damn horny I had to touch myself, I couldn’t wait for you to get home.” You lied and closed your eyes. 

“Now as exciting as that sounds, I’m so tired I don’t think I could even get it up if I tried. Tomorrow? I promise.” He laughed, kissing your shoulder again before he turned his back to you and fell asleep. 

You laid there for hours, watching your peaceful boyfriend sleeping; letting the guilt nibble away at every piece of you before you saw Joel leave for the morning patrols. He walked past your bedroom door, he lingered for a few seconds, looked at you with a smirk before he raised a finger to his lips in a shushing motion and winked at you. 

You bit on your bottom and squeezed your legs together; it shouldn’t turn you on but still, here you were, laid in bed with his brother as your core throbbed for Joel Miller. 

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[vervainwrites]

My saviour.

Lara Croft x Fem!Reader

Summary: You thought all hope for you was lost, that was until a new prisoner arrived.

Takes place during Rise of the Tomb Raider. (I havent finished the full game yet so no spoilers please and sorry for any mistakes). Kind of the prison escape with Jacob and Lara but now its Reader.

Warnings: Imprisonment, canon violence, death (not reader or Lara's), abduction, blood, wounds, use of Y/N, maybe ooc, swearing, weapons, weapon use.

Word count: 0.9k

Cold, so cold. It's the only thing you've been feeling since you we're captured, since those men took you from your home. You've forgotten how long you've been here. Quite a while you believe, from the length your hair and nails have grown. It was always just you in the cellblock. That was until the guards walked in carrying an unconcious woman. She was tall, from what you could see, with brown hair up in a ponytail and an athletic yet slender build. They put her in the cell across from you, locking it and going back to their patrols. You could see her chest rise and fall, a sign she was still alive. Her face was tainted with some blood, but only had small wounds herself. You stood up to see if there was anything else you could discover about her. Standing at the bars you tried to take more of her in. She was undeniably beautiful, the serene look on her face highlighting her beauty.

Eventually a frown appeared, and she opened her eyes. She looked confused at first, but quickly took a hardend look. "Hello?" you asked, "Are you alright?" She looked suprised for a second, not realising there was another person with her in the cell block. Taking in her surroundings, she turned to you. "Where are we?" she asked hurriedly. "Trinitys prison." you told her. "You're the first person i've seen in a while." Her face turned panicked as she quickly approached the bars, trying to shake them without much succes.

"That won't do much," you said, "believe me i've tried it all before." Almost like she wasn't listening, she continues to kick and pull at the bars. After a while she gave up on the bars and started looking for different ways out. Not wanting to take all her hope away yet, you kept quiet and let her exhaust herself looking for an exit. When the woman finally sat down, you tried to make contact with her again. "What's your name?" She looked up, hesitating before saying, "Lara, Lara Croft. And you are?" You presented a small smile before saying, "I'm Y/N. You know it's nice to see a new face that isn't one of those ugly guards." The woman, now known as Lara, smiled a little.

She looked around for a little before saying, "I can't stay any longer, i have to keep going." Swiftly standing up, she looked at a pipe on the wall. Before you knew it she pulled the pipe off and was now hitting the wall. To your suprise the wall started crumbling, and inside was a bow. You quickly stood up, feeling hope start to bubble inside you. Was it finally happening, were you finally going to be able to get out of this hell? "You know how to use that thing?" you asked hopefully. She looked at you before saying, "I do, this might be the key to our escape." Before you could reply back she aimed the bow and shot at a block covered in rope above her cell, quickly making her way out before walking towards your cell. She hesitated for a moment, "What are you waiting for, open it!" you hurriedly said. "Can i trust you? she asked, a look of confliction on her face. Your gaze softened, it was obvious from the way she doubted to help you that she had been betrayed before. "Lara," you said, "i want to get out of here just as much as you do, so please let me help you." It only took a few seconds before she reached for the keys on the table behind her, unlocking your cell. "Thank you, thank you so much." you said.

Leading Lara out of the cellblock and into the staircase was easy, having seen those guards do it hundreds of times. "You know how to get out of here?" Lara asked. "More or less," you said, "i believe there is a way out not to far from here." Reaching the end of the staircase you entered a room with a projecter. Lara clicked it and pictures of the base started playing on the white screen. Walking over to the door you tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "Shit." you said. Lara looked in your direction before asking, "What's wrong?'' "It's locked," you said, "and i dont have anything to pick the lock." "Get back." She said, grabbing an axe before breaking the door open. She climbed out before asking, "You coming?"

This was bad. You know were you had to go, but there were to many obstacles. Guards with automatic weapons and a gate of which you had no idea where the controls were. "Stay here," Lara said, "i'll take them down." You quickly looked at her, staring as if she was insane. "Are you crazy? There's to many of them and i can't fight." you said. "Don't worry, i got this." she said, already making her way to one of the connected buildings before you could protest. She got behind one of the men, strangling him without a sound. You watched in awe of her skill, as she stealthily took down guard after guard. It wasn't long before the area was clear of any enemies and Lara signed for you to come her way. Hopping off the roof you walked towards her, seeing the controls for the gate that was blocking your way. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" you asked her. "I had lessons when i was younger." She smiled. "I really enjoyed them so i decided to pursue them." Walking towards the open gate together, you knew this wasn't going to be the last challenge you had to win to get your freedom back. But you knew that if you had Lara by your side, no challenge was to difficult to overcome.

A/N: My first fic ever!!! I hope you liked it. Please consider leaving a like, reblog or follow to support!

[idrkanymorelmao]

celeb crush

paige bueckers x oc (lara abraham)

paige seems to have a little crush on one of the hottest and up and coming actors in hollywood

pt.1

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“welcome everyone to (podcast name)”

“im lara abraham”

“and i’m maya adams”

“guys has anyone listened to the (podcast name) new episode” said paige as she takes off her headphones.

“no but you’ve been mentioning it a lot p” “do u have alittle crush on the hosttt”kk says with a mocking look on her face, as the team laughs.

“no i don’t what are u talking about” paige says while looking flustered

“hold on i didn’t even say which one”kk says with a smile “i meant lara btw”

“i know who you meant kk” paige says

“it’s okay p, she is really attractive” ice says while laughing.

“it’s literally nothing her new show is just really good” paige says

“yea it really is” jana replies,

a moment later the whole group loses focus and goes back to what they were doing so paige puts her headphones back on and presses play

“how has your week been going lara”

“amazing actually, (her show) IS GETTING A NEW SEASON!!” paige smiles as she can hear the excitement in her voice

“OMG THATS AMAZING CONGRATS”

“kay awesome i’ll let you know”

“thank youuu”

“jacob must be so excited right” maya says with alittle taunt in her voice

“stop being a weirdo maya but yes he was” lara says followed by a giggle

paige started to feel a bit annoyed by that remark, she didn’t know that lara and her costar had something going on, than it hit her ,paige did have a crush.

she paused the episode and opens up tiktok(let’s pretend like it isn’t banned☹️)she’s scrolling aimlessly when she comes across lara’s account “Therealarabraham” she clicks on her icon to view her latest post

“hey guys, i hope u all enjoyed todays episode of (podcast name) please please please give us suggestions on who you’d like to see next, don’t forget to give us a follow on our account @(podcastname)… have an amazing rest of your day byee”

paige decides to open up the comments

randomuser10: you guys should deff get paige bueckers on there that would be a vibe😂😂

-view 500 responses-

user38393: for sure get ppg, we need that gossip

paigefanforever: i think paige would be amazing

kklover:we need to see kk,paige and ice on here

she didn’t need to see anymore,she was just hoping that lara did.

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“hey maya” lara says through the phone,

“hey what’s up”

“how about we get paige bueckers on the podcast, people seem to really want her”

“by people do you mean you?” maya laughs

“i can be people”

“yk what i really don’t mind, hit her up see if she’s down for it”

“cool bye”

“byee” lara says as she hangs up the phone. lara has grown a minor crush on the basketball star and doesn’t really know what to do with it. she’s tried to get her attention before but it just hadn’t worked, liking all off her posts as soon as they’re posted, liking her stories, even commenting once but paige hasn’t ever interacted back but they need her on, for business.

Therealarabrahams: hey paige, i’m lara i’m the co-host of (podcast name) and we’d love to have u on, let me know if your down for that

she hesitates before finally pressing send

hopefully paige answers.

authors note

HEYYYY, i just wanna clarify that ik it isn’t the best, my english isn’t amazing but i hope u guys like it!!!

[qntncldwter]

every jacob/lara moment ↪ rise of the tomb raider

[tealenko]

Years in the making...

I've been busy/punishing myself without tumblr until I finish my next fic (never works, but I always try 😅) anyways... just for the 2 people here that may care, this is still happening

Wanted to finish it before the new year but, you know, shit happens and my house got flooded (not jk, lol, my life is a mess) but anyways, I'm close enough.

Here's a preview/wip of Ch.10: No Rest for the Faithless. Hope it'll only take a few more days to finish it.

“You’ve been having trouble sleeping?” She asks, not really expecting a reply. She’s going to receive one, nonetheless.  With his hands now frozen, all work put aside since she formulated her question, he sighs before letting his head fall backwards, looking at the sky for a moment. When Jacob’s eyes travel back to her, the hesitation is completely gone, leaving only room to the simple truth. “Only these past few years.” He admits, finding his courage quickly rewarded as her cheeks are invaded by rose gold shyness all across them. “I see…” Lara mutters before resuming the work at hand, quickly kneeling to keep on with the repair, looking for any kind of excuse to escape his gaze before it melts her heart. Despite being tempted by her reaction, Jacob just dedicates himself to enjoying the moment, and allows her to calm down, by pretending he doesn't know what she’s doing, and joins her efforts to repair the fence.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Ahhhh...... this was so good l

Me: I will not write anymore.

Also me: 🤡

Set during Lara's time amongst the Remnants and before Jacob's identity reveal. Idk, hes tagging along her shenanigans i suppose.

Fandom: RoTB

Pairing: Jacob x Lara

Rating: G

Wordcount: 768

It is funny he thinks while watching Lara hangs one hand from a pole of rusty metal, her body agile like a cat, unheeding of the hold of gravity – That Jacob is the one with the immortal soul and the more-than-natural abilities while feeling overly human in his old skin, filled with flaws and regrets. She is human too, more than him anyway, and even if extraordinary by all standards, her physical abilities seemed to be the one truly Blessed by God.

His heart is in his throat when he watches her run along a narrow beam of rotten wood, jumping meters away and hoisting herself on the ridge from her ice axe alone. And she does this without breaking a sweat, wearing that ancient armour she has found in the Archives that triggers conflicting emotions from deep down his chest.

Jacob is probably one of the oldest beings on earth by now - aside from his former army stalking the old ruins of his Greatest Sin, he has seen miracles and feats deemed impossible turned into reality. To take him by surprise, ask of you to go beyond his millenium of existence, something that a few weeks until now, he would have been unsure to ever experience again.

And yet. And yet, Lara came barrelling into his life as if placed by the Hand of God Itself, dressed of stubbornness and clothed in a thrive - desperation - to survive he is all well acquainted with.

The path she is balancing on right now is as lethal as forgotten siberian trails can be when encased in blue ice but Lara is quick on her feet, and soon enough she has made it to the other side of the large river-made canyon where the ruins of a once mighty Byzantine building stood.

It is both strange in a way and eerily familiar to see how she blends with the surroundings. The weak winter sunlight peering through the cracks of the rocks above them turn her well-worn armour into a gilded silver beacon his eyes track over the roaring river between them.

He feels he should be praying for her safety - and he does, seeing her so certain and defiant of her own fragile mortality; something she has no idea at how precious it feels, only when one has lost its mantle does one truly comprehend the blessing of an ending. Still, Lara jumps and climbs and defeats all obstacles as if it was any other day's menial task, she goes and solves millenia old riddles and puzzles and unlocks mechanisms Jacob has thought their secrets lost to the flow of time and his caged memory.

"Jacob, you've got to see this!"

Her voice breaks through his musings, excitement tilting her accent even sharply. He hides a smile. For all his Faith and history as the Prophet, there is something queerly right in watching her unearthing religious relics and noble heirlooms.

The time of Kitezh has passed long ago, by his own foolish doings. To her, it is a legend, its history a marvel. She walks the ruins with eyes wide in wonder whereas Jacob only sees blood and death and his damnation. He has been idolised by thousands, has lived ostentatiously in clothes of silk, crowned with gold, spreading the words of God, rallying entire cities to his cult. When Kitezh was built he had been King if not in name and had lied and lied and cheated because the Divine Source isn't Divine, but it is Ancient and Knowing and it had ensnared this young greedy man he once had been. And for all his preaching, God forgives him, he had been too weak to end his folly.

There is nothing good in remembering his time amongst those ruins.

Until her that is. Lara waves at him from a miraculously still standing balcony, a golden chalice in the other hand and a smile that would have made entire armies bend the knee in supplication.

"Look at this Jacob. This is from Constantinople! Incredible." She goes on describing more history he has been witness to. Not that he can tell her. The place where his soul should ache and throbs in something that resembles a warning. He thinks of Sofia and Alya and many others lost to time.

He thinks of God and Mercy. He watches Lara bounces her way back amongst sharp rocks scattered amongst treacherous waters, perfect balance, almost a Divine dance. Like a priestess bringing salvation to a sinner, he hopes she can grant him that which he cannot have.

An ending and a respite. Jacob smiles at her, tiny and proud and starts plotting his own downfall.

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Inhibitions? What Are Those?

Jacob Palmer (Crazy, Stupid, Love) x EnglishTeacher!Reader

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters except for the reader insert and Lara!

Author’s Notes: Icon credit goes to @hollandsbabygirl !! She’s so talented!!

I have to admit, this fic is kinda dumb. But also kinda endearing? I dunno, you’ll see for yourself. It starts off as a fully formed idea and then I don’t really know what happened, but I had to get it out so here we are. It’s a fluffy sort of thing, hopefully enjoyable!

Anyway, as per usual, I love seeing your notes- they make my day!

Content/Content Warnings: minors dni! It’s not spicy, but we’ve got a good dose of suggestive themes.

You know, tonight was supposed to be something simple, nothing too crazy. A little celebration for finishing out the school year with Lara, my coworker.

And yet, I find myself sitting alone at the bar at ten-fifteen in the night, my friend having left with a total stranger an hour ago. Good for her, the woman she left with was gorgeous and seemed to be a good flirt, but alas, here I sit, alone.

Well, not completely alone. There’s a guy who’s been looking me up and down, catching my gaze every time I look his way. Lara had been trying to convince me to give him the time of day- well, time of night, I guess- but quite frankly, I’m just not feeling it. I’ve seen this guy here every time I’ve gone here, which is few and far between. My guess is he has more STDs than I’ve had students, which would be saying something.

Before he was sitting a seat away, but now he’s scooted down to the seat next to me.

“Heya, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Listen, jawline,” I say, giving him the once over.

“Jawline?” he makes a face, nose scrunched and lips in a line like he smells something bad. I raise my drink to my lips; take a small, languid, sip; before continuing.

“Whatever. I know your move, coming to the same bar every night to take home a different pretty lady, throwing out your lines and your casual chauvinism. It’s cute, but you can buzz off if you’re trying to work your fuck-boy charm on me,” I set my glass down on the bar with a slight thud to emphasize my point.

“My fuck-boy charm?” he smirks. And to his credit, he really is attractive. Pink lips curled up to a point with boyish, mischievous blue eyes- it’s conventional. More than, even. I’m just not having it. And he didn’t deny that he’s the slut I described him to be.

“I said what I said.”

“Wanna get out of here?” he tries. The audacity.

“No.”

“Worth a shot.”

“Mm.”

“So is all I’m getting one syllable answers now?” he looks amused. Not pissed, nor frustrated. Just amused.

“No.” And I can’t help it, but I smile as I say it. I can’t say I don’t see the charm.

“I got a smile,” he comments, a smirk playing at his lips.

“And at least three ladies awaiting you to escort one or all of them to your surely not humble abode,” I counter.

“Wow, you really don’t like me, huh?” he takes a sip of his very expensive whiskey.

“Maybe not you specifically, just your type.”

“What? Casual chauvinistic fuck boys?”

“Exactly,” that gets a slight huff out of me. Again, I see the appeal. I just don’t want to.

“Tell you what- you play pool?” he points to the pool table with his glass.

“Why?”

“Do you play?” I have a good feeling we could go question for question for three hours.

I turn up my nose. “Sure. Why?“

“I’ve got a proposition for you, if you’re interested,” he says. His voice has a slight hint of New York to it, proposition sounding like prop-ah-sition.

“I’m not interested,” I say, knowing he’s going to explain it anyway.

“Good. I tell you what- you win, I’ll buzz off. I win, and because you’re into this, you consider a kiss,” he proposes.

“Mm. You buzzing off or me just considering? I like these odds,” I down the rest of my drink. “Let’s do it.”

“Sounds good,” again with that smirk before turning to the bartender. “Another for the lady? On my tab.”

“Wow, what a gentleman,” I snark.

“I try,” he says, grabbing my drink from the bartender with a thank you and handing it to me. I down it right then and there.

“Thanks,” I smirk, before walking off to the pool table. Sure, I don’t need the extra kick in the pants right now, but what can I say? It’s fun.

He follows suite, somehow having grabbed yet another of my drink in doing so.

“You gonna down this one too, Dollface?” he asks, handing it to me.

“What did you just call me, jackass?”

“Dollface. Why? You don’t like it?”

I plaster the fakest smile I can manage onto my face and then in my highest voice, say “Noo, I love it.”

He laughs. “Lovely voice you’ve got there.”

“Why thank you. It’s good for attracting hot douchebags.”

“Hot Jacobs,” he corrects, holding out his hand.

“Y/n. Let’s not forget I called you a douchebag.” I drop the voice, shaking his hand briefly.

“Mm. Y/n,” my name sounds like honey coming off of his lips. “You know, Y/n, we could just skip this silly game and head straight to my place.” He’s standing barely six inches away.

“Tempting, but this ‘silly game’ was your idea,” I counter, leaning up.

“A dumb idea, if I do say so myself,” he says, eyes trained on my lips.

“Well thats too bad. I was looking forward to some good old fashioned billiards,” I smirk, holding up a pool rod between us.

“Who am I to deny a lady?” there’s a double entendre in those words that against my will gives me chills.

“You seem like the type to. Color me impressed,” I respond, keeping my composure.

“What color is ‘impressed’?”

“Maybe a blue, or an orange?”

“Those are polar opposites,” he notes.

“Huh,” I say, setting up the balls in the triangular holder, and then removing it.

“Ladies first,” he says, stepping behind me.

“Gee, thanks,” I say, lining up a shot. I can sense him behind me, so I rear back the rod, hoping to hit him in the stomach, and then take my shot, making a ball in the furthest hole away from me. I smirk, hearing his oof from behind me, and turn around.

“Oops,” I snicker.

He sticks out his tongue, holding his stomach.

“Aww, you look like one of my kids,” I mock.

“You have kids?” he looks a little alarmed by the notion.

“I teach fourth grade English,” I explain. “Why?”

“Oh, I was going to say I could be a good daddy if you’d give me the chance,” he rubs the back of his head. I grimace.

“I ought to hit you again.”

“No, no, please don’t, I’m sorry,” he holds up his hands in mock surrender.

“You love your double entendres, huh?”

“A little too much, some might say.”

“I would have to agree with this omniscient some,” I say, taking a long sip of my drink.

“Did I make you uncomfortable with that last one? I’m sorry if I did.” Huh. Genuineness. Didn’t expect that one.

“No, you’re fine. It was kinda funny,” I tell him, a smile playing at my lips.

“Alright, if you say so. But if I do make you uncomfortable feel free to hit me again,” he offers.

“You into that?” I joke.

“Maybe a little,” he laughs, sipping his whiskey.

“Can I try your drink?”

“Sure…” he hands it to me, looking a little confused.

I take it in my hands, and throw the glass back, drinking whatever was left of it, including the ice cube. I suck my teeth because of how strong the liquor is- just what I need for what I’m about to say.

“Uh-,” I hold up a hand to his face, taking my sweet time to crunch down the ice cube.

“How about we ditch pool and head back to your place?”

And it’s sudden. And it’s rash. And it’s probably really, really dumb.

But it also feels right, and for that reason there is no end of confidence in my voice.

Sure, we could stay here and flirt another hour, but no matter how it were to be caused the outcome would be the same, that we would go home together.

And honestly, so be it.

“Yeah,” he says, the surprise in his voice evident but matched by a rasp forged by apparent attraction. His electric blue eyes are blown out, the black of his pupils overtaking his irises. Yet somehow he manages to regain his smirk, retaining his suave aura.

Fine. He’s hot. And all of my prior inhibitions have dissipated into a state of nonexistence.

***

Fifteen minutes later, I’m sitting on his couch, apparently filled with the down of only black swans, waiting for him to join me. I look around, at his movie theater sized screen, his expensive coffee table, the fancy lamps and other furnishings. The furniture itself is relatively sparse, yet spaced with purpose. Also, every piece seems to be worth more than my yearly salary. But there’s nothing that really says anything about this Jacob.

Jacob Palmer, was his full name, as he had told me on the way here. And yet nothing in this room tells me anything about Jacob Palmer.

The enigma himself emerges back into the living room with two orange-ish drinks in hand. “Here you are,” he says, handing me one.

I stand up to take it from him, immediately rising a dip. It starts off tasting orangey and sweet, and then turns bitter and tastes something like glass cleaner. I do everything in my power not to grimace.

“You hate it, don’t you,” he comments. There’s no offense in his voice, if anything just a hint of amusement.

“No, it’s great,” I day, trying to take another sip, unable to stop myself from puckering due to the bitterness. “You made it?”

“Yeah,” he’s fully smiling now.

“Oh, lovely- could I just see your glass?” He hands it to me. I pour my drink into his, and the hand the full glass back to him as if it’s some wonderful gift.

“You’re adorable,” he chuckles, sipping the nasty drink and sitting on the couch. I follow suite, sitting next to him so our knees are touching.

“Tell me something about yourself, Jacob Palmer,” I say after a few moments of silence. His brow furrows, eyes slightly wide as he looks at me.

“About myself?” the surprise in his voice breaks my heart a little. Who is this man?

“Yeah, about yourself.” My voice is gentle, this feels fragile.

He sighs. Not in discontent, but with a tinge of wistfulness. “When I was eight, I had a dog named Brownie. He was a chocolate lab, and for some reason eight-year-old me thought that was a good name for him,” he laughs fondly.

“He sounds adorable,” I prompt.

“He was… he was my favorite little dude. But not my mom’s. One day he “went missing” and I never ended up finding out what happened to him,” Jacob sinks back into the cushion of the couch. I tentatively put a hand on his thigh.

“Oh, Jacob, I’m so sorry,” I mumble.

“No, I’m sorry- that’s about as unsexy as story as I could’ve told.”

“Heh, I’ve heard worse.”

“That makes me feel less bad.”

“Good, it was meant to.”

A few moments go by as I trace little circles on his thigh, close to his knee. He takes a hefty sip of his drink.

“Okay, tell me something about yourself, Y/n L/n,” he says, turning to me, his blue-eyed gaze boring holes into my soul.

“Uhh… my favorite movie is Ghost,” I say, shrugging.

“Well that’s a bit lighter than what I said,” he jokes.

“Light? Did you just call Patrick Swayze light?” I say with melodrama. “He is literally everything to me, rest in peace.” I send a kiss up to the sky to prove my point.

“Oh yeah? How do you feel about Dirty Dancing?”

“The only movie I like more is Ghost,” I answer.

“Well… you know the move? The big move?” he asks, setting his glass down on the coffee table.

“The one where he…” I mime Patrick Swayze’s infamous lift of Jennifer Grey.

“Yeah, that’s the one. I can do that,” he says, looking at me, dead serious.

“You’re shitting me,” I say indignantly. There’s no way this random hot stranger at the bar can do the lift.

He stands up. “Come on!” he says, offering a hand. I take it, and he lifts me up. Shit, I can already tell he’s strong. Maybe he really can do it.

“Stand here, ok?” he directs, hands on my waist as he positions me. His hands are well manicured and pleasantly soft. He then walks off about three yards from me, thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans.

My heart is pounding out of my chest, from nerves and excitement. I couldn’t have stopped myself from running into those soft hands if I had wanted to once he said go. And man, I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s how attractive it is that he can lift me up like this, that I’m about seven feet off the ground, or that he you know, just Swayze-d me, but once he lets me down, holding me so that my legs are no longs straight in the air and instead wrapped around his waist, once we’re eye to eye again I can’t help but kiss him full force and whisper bedroom as he pulls away briefly before chasing my lips again.

And man, that was a long sentence. Absolutely embarrassing-appalling, even- for an English teacher.

But I guess that’s just the Jacob Palmer effect.

***

I’m lying beside him, looking at the ceiling. We’re both stark naked, and out of breath. My hand is interlocked with his, the only acknowledgment of each other.

My legs tingle as I lie there limply, I’m sure that they’re going to remember this night for a few days.

What had pleasantly surprised me about Jacob Palmer was that he was more focused on my pleasure than his, almost like he got off via me getting off.

He was so methodical, so calculated and perfect with the way he did everything. With the way he slowly brought me to the edge three times, every time making me progressively more weak in the knees. He obviously knew what he was doing from experience, but that didn’t bother me in the moment with how good he was. Especially with how he managed to ease my typical tenseness into a babbling mess.

And all of a sudden I’m giggling uncontrollably, finally recognizing how unreal what just happened was.

“What?” he turns toward me, laughing with me.

“I-just-,” I can’t stop laughing. “You’re not real! With the Swayze, and the movie theater screen, and the sex- god, the sex!”

“That good?” he looks a little smug. Honestly, well deserved. Most of the guys I’ve been with can’t even find the clit much less get a girl off three times.

“Yes!” I cry. “But also, who needs three toasters and a movie theater sized popcorn machine?” My voice is hysterical, as if I’m on anesthesia.

“No one! Except me apparently,” he hides his face in his pillow.

“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to catch my breath. “It’s just that you’re such an enigma to me.”

“You aren’t that easy to figure out yourself, Dollface,” he concurs, peaking one eye out at me. His eyelashes are so long. We sit there smiling at each other for a minute, before this new wired me decides to dramatically ask for a drink.

“You want a water? Coke? Tab?” he sits up, moving to get out of the bed. The cover is strewn haphazardly over his waist, exposing his Adonis belt. But instead of admiring his physique, I laugh.

“Tab? Who the hell drinks Tab?”

“No one!” he snorts.

“Then why do you have it?”

“For the same reason I have a screen that used to belong to a movie theater! I’m deeply unhappy and trying to disprove that money can’t buy happiness.”

“And?”

“And whoever the hell said it the first time was right- I’m still unhappy.”

“Shit, Jacob,” I say, sitting up next to him, not caring that I’m completely topless. “I’m sorry.”

This explains these constant one night stands of his. The bar being his second home. He wants to feel loved, to feel happy. It’s like the enigma’s beginning to unravel.

“Tell you what. Wanna take a bath?”

“What?” I can’t stifle the disbelief in my voice, the enigma’s rewound itself into a tight ball.

“The buying thing? I have so, so many bath products and shit. That I don’t use,” he confesses, looking me in the eyes.

“In that case,” I say as seriously as I can manage. “I would love to take a bath.”

His poker face cracks at that, and he stands up, offering me a hand. “My lady?”

“Milord,” I take it, letting him pull me up and sweep me into a kiss so all-consuming that I’m just about ready to forgo all ideas and go right back to the bed.

“Mk,” I hum breathlessly. “Where’s the fridge?”

“Well, the drink fridge is next to the popcorn machine,” he says.

“Drink fridge? As in specifically for drinks.” I take his ashamed blush as confirmation. “Noted,” I say, scurrying off in all my nude glory leaving him to start the bath that we, two adults, plan to take.

***

“Okay, let’s use rose and strawberry and orange,” I dictate, hands grazing over the racks of bath salts. “And the bubbles.”

“Perfect,” he says, taking a long swig of the orange soda I had grabbed for him. I had taken a strawberry- apparently he has literally every flavor.

“How do you have all this pop and never drink it?” I ask, touching the bath water to make sure it’s warm. It is.

“For these, I guess,” he motions to his abs.

I blow a raspberry at him. “Boring.”

He blows a raspberry back at me, before dumping half of a container of bath salt into the water. “Think that’s enough?”

“Meh,” I say, prompting him to pour the rest of the jar. We throw some other things in the bath as if we’re witches in a cartoon movie making a potion, and then finally hop in.

I’m sat with my back against his chest as we laugh about nothing.

“Jacob?” I ask once our laughter’s died down. He’s holding me close, strong forearms wrapped around my stomach.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you so unhappy?”

“I don’t think you want the answer to that, it’s about as unsexy as the dog thing.”

“You’re too sexy to be unsexy, Jacob Palmer.” I think I’m addicted to saying his full name.

He sigh, hugging me impossibly closer. “Uh… my dad. He was a really good man, too good some might say. Just a sweet guy, you know?”

He takes a second, presumably regaining his thoughts. “He died when I was little. I think my mom’s happiness went with him. She was so beautiful, but very vain. I think he kept that side of her away, but once he was gone…”

He sighs again, and I shift so I can look up at him. “I think you’re a lot like your dad,” I say, not really knowing how to comfort him. “Sure, you come off as a… what did I say? Casual chauvinist? A fuckboy? But you’re actually a really good guy.”

“And how would you know that? We’ve known each other for hours.”

“For that reason exactly. I don’t usually get a good vibe on people fast, but you… you’re different.”

“Thanks, Y/n,” he kisses me on the lips softly. “Can you tell me something about yourself? I feel like I’ve shared too much,” he laughs awkwardly.

“Hmm… I don’t love teaching,” I confess. I’ve never actually said that out loud.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have stuck with it, and it’s so hard to do it just for the three or so kids who actually care, you know? And English? Who fucking cares about English?”

“You do.”

“Yeah, but did you?”

“No,” he confesses sheepishly.

“Exactly. And I’m even getting that from teaching ten year olds. It’s just not… worth it? From the pay and the general outcome, it really isn’t.”

“Then quit!”

“And do what?”

“Become a dancer- I saw how straight your back was on that lift,” he compliments, trying to get a smile out of me. He succeeds.

“That would be the dream. And probably more practical than teaching, financially speaking.”

“Yeah… does the garbage man get paid more than you?” he jokes.

“Yep.” My voice is a deadpan.

“Damn.”

“Yeah,” I lie back against his toned chest.

“You’ll figure something out, I’m sure of it.”

“Whys that?”

“Because,” he starts, voice full of conviction. “You’re incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” And yes, it’s only been a few hours. It’s dramatic and kinda crazy and stupid. But it feels right?

And so maybe we stay up into the ass crack of dawn, talking about everything and nothing at all. Maybe we find ourselves sleeping the day away, only to rinse and repeat tonight tomorrow night. Maybe we go on a real date, and we see where our paths take us.

But for now, I think we both just need to focus on the happiness in the moment. So that’s what we do, even whilst covered in bubbles taking a bath- as adults.

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“Legacy media must die,” Elon Musk posted on his own media site, X -- the nation’s biggest and most influential social media source for political news.

Now that he is orchestrating the president’s budget cutting plans for “government efficiency,” it should come as no surprise that, in the process, Musk wants to kill public broadcasting. He has his sights both on radio (NPR) and TV (PBS), by eliminating their government funding through the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, which totals $535 million this year.

It seems a little like shooting fish in a barrel, considering Musk paid $44 billion -- more than 80 times as much -- when he bought Twitter in 2022.

But cutting funds for public broadcasting threatens more than the production of beloved shows like Sesame Street and All Things Considered. Public broadcasting consists of a network of public service stations across the country that produce local news and educational programs, as well as serving as the backbone for the nation’s emergency alert system.

Over 1,000 public radio stations across the United States carry NPR programming, including many of the most rural areas, and over 98 percent of Americans live within listening distance of at least one of these stations. “The most vulnerable stations serving the most vulnerable people are going to be the ones that are hurt the hardest,” said former NPR executive Eric Nuzum. “We’re talking about very rural parts of the United States.”

Send a direct message to your members of Congress today: Public broadcasting is a valuable resource well worth the public investment. Protect funding for NPR and PBS now!

NPR spokesperson Isabel Lara notes that public broadcasting is important for local journalism, including coverage of sports and culture, as she says, “Cutting public media funding means cutting funding to local communities.”

Federal funding for public broadcasting has been threatened in the past without ultimately being cut, but the increased scale and intensity of the criticism by Trump and Musk has NPR itself reporting “it would be unwise to assume that events will play out as they have in the past.”

Musk and fellow Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) czar Vivek Ramaswamy say they intend to cut $2 trillion in government spending. That’s a full one-third of the government’s total spending of $6.1 billion in 2023.

But only 16% of this total $6.1 billion went toward all of the nation’s non-defense “discretionary” programs that would even be eligible for cuts without eviscerating Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid. And Musk’s SpaceX company depends on billions in defense funding that neither he nor Congress is likely to be willing to cut.

NPR and PBS are low-hanging fruit to the billionaire bean-counters.The broadcasters’ entire budgets, and then some, could be covered many times over with cuts to the Pentagon budget or a common-sense wealth tax on the fortunes of billionaires like Musk and Ramaswamy.

Send a message to Congress: Save NPR and PBS! Maintain full funding for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting now.

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am R, and I am 19 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐬:

✞ Call of Duty [No Requests]

—> Character(s): John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, John Price, König, Nikto, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

✞ Castlevania

—> Character(s): Adrian ‘Alucard’ Tepes, Drolta, Hector, Isaac, Mizrak, Olrox, Richter Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Vlad ‘Dracula’ Tepes

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes [No Requests]

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Outlast

—> Character(s): Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, Jeremy Blaire, Miles Upshur, Richard Trager.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jack Krauser, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Lucas Baker, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞The Quarry

—> Character(s): Abigail Blyg, Dylan Lenivy, Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos, Kaitlyn Ka, Max Brinly, Nick Furcillo, Ryan Erzahler.

✞Tomb Raider

—> Character(s): Lara Croft

✞Until Dawn

—> Character(s): Ashley Brown, Christopher Hartley, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Joshua Washington, Matthew Taylor, Michael Monroe, Samantha Giddings.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

✞Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism, Fetishizing, etc will not be tolerated. If you do anything related to any of those topics you will be blocked from my account.

✞Do NOT request things such as pedophilia, rape, zoophilia, etc . If anything you are requesting is like that you will be blocked from my account.

✞If you send hate in my anonymous inbox then you shall be ignored, and your message will be deleted. If you're going to be hatefully, don't be a pussy and hide behind an anon.

✞Minor shall interact with anything that is not labeled 18+/MDNI/smut. I can't stop you, nor am I going to carry out an investigation to find out if you're 18+. If you're a minor and you interact and see something you don't like; THATS NOT MY FAULT.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝗺:

⚠︎︎Requests are currently open⚠︎︎

✞If you are requesting please be specific about what you want. This includes characters, setting, whether it's ship/xreader/headcanons, and other criteria you want. I can't make it what you want if you don't tell me.

✞I will write smut, fluff, and angst. Headcanons, ships, x readers, preferences, etc are all acceptable within reason.

—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

—> When it comes to angst, I will write almost anything. I will write (TW) suicide, alcoholism and other addictions, etc. Though, I won't write EDs or self-harm. Similarly to smut, it may not be good due to lack of practice, my apologies.

—> Anything out of reason would be minor x adult in a pedophilic/romantic way, human x animal (no, this does not include monsters) in a zoophilic/romantic way, etc.

✞Be patient, I will want to take my time on requests for various reasons. Sometimes I need breaks, sometimes I don't have any ideas, sometimes I will have writing sprees. It depends on the minute, so again, be patient. If you complain about how long it takes your request will be deleted and ignored.

✞If you want to be tagged for any specific character(s), then put your username in an orderly fashion on the Google doc that I will have linked below.

✞I will mostly write m!reader (AMAB and AFAB), but if you do want f!reader or gn!reader just let me know in your request, and I will do. If you do not specify I will either do m!reader or gn!reader by default. The only exception to this is if it is a lesbian/sapphic character.

✞ Any requested content will be Tumblr exclusives! Anything that is requested on my Wattpad will be Wattpad exclusive. (Excluding alphabets)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝:

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⚠︎︎This post was last updated: 3/8/25⚠︎︎