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You're a Brat, Little Dove

Joel Miller x Female!Reader

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Summary: You play with Joel at your 25 year high school reunion to get exactly what you want. CW: Dom!Joel, Sub/Dom, blowjob, throat fucking, gagging, nipple play, Brat!Tamer, unprotected p in v (they’re in a long-term relationship), oral (f and m receiving), anal play very briefly, pet names, cream pie kink, praise kink, degradation if you squint, denial and edging, NO AGE GAP (Joel and reader are in their 40’s) A/N: I am absolutely BLOWN AWAY by the love that You're Mine and Stay Still have gotten. Truly, from the bottom of my cold, dead heart I really appreciate your likes, comments and reblogs. Hopefully you enjoy this one, as well. Dividers and banners by @saradika-graphics Word Count: 5.6k

Dress. Check.

Nude heels. Check.

2 daytime outfits. Check.

Drive home clothes. Check.

Make up bag. Check.

Stop worrying so much. You’re not even leaving the country, you can buy what you forgot.

“You ok?” Joel asks as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Just the usual pre-travel anxieties.” You say, leaning into his warmth. Your arms unconsciously cross over his, hands resting on his forearms.

“We’re not leaving the country, you can buy whatever you forgot,” you smile to yourself at how well he knows you as his lips press lightly to your temple. “Remember when I had to go out of town at the last minute before our Disneyland trip and you packed for all of us?”

“Mmhmmm,” you say. The memories come flooding in of those two little girls; one dressed as a princess from head to toe and the other refusing to take off her Darth Vader helmet. The latter was far braver on the “scary rides”, and held her sister's hand until they were both giggling and screaming with delight.

“You didn’t miss a single thing - for any of us. Including the nightlight that Sarah couldn’t be without and the granola bars that Ellie claimed were the only things she could have for breakfast.”

You turn your head and gently press your lips to his. This is the kind of love that people write about. Supportive. Caring. Complete and unwavering trust. Each person is 100% in for the other, willingly giving when the other needs to take, and never keeping score. You don’t judge the other for any sort of anxiety they might be having or help they might be needing. Partners. Through and through.

A noise from the kitchen brings you back and you break the kiss. “What is that incessant beeping?”

“That’s your phone,” he laughs while pulling out of the hug and squeezing your sides. “It’s been going off all morning. Someone is messaging you on Facebook.”

You squirm free of his wandering hands and go to brush your teeth. When you come back out to the kitchen he’s scrolling through the messages in your phone.

“Who is it?” You ask, getting your morning coffee ready.

Joel throws his head back, laughing loudly as he reads in a mocking voice, “Hi. Long time no talk. I saw your name on the guest list for the reunion this weekend. Can’t wait to catch up. Looks like you’re single. At least based on your profile. Glad to see you got rid of that goon you were dating in your 20s.”

Your profile is blank, a picture of you holding baby Ellie the day you officially adopted her is the only thing on there, and you have maybe 15 friends. Truthfully, you aren’t even sure why you have it, even in the heyday of Facebook, you weren’t exactly a share-everything-about-yourself-on-the-internet type of girl.

“Oh god,” you laugh. “It’s Zack, isn’t it?”

Joel wipes away a tear from laughing so hard. “Each sentence is its own message, but I’m a goon?” He slides your phone across the counter to you adding, “Can I punch him again when we see him?”

Years ago, while visiting your parents, Zack got a little too handsy when you ran into each other at a local pool hall. Joel was and very much still is, a ‘touch her and die’ type of lover.

You both laugh as you kiss him goodbye and head to work.

On your lunch break, you updated your profile picture to you and Joel with the girls at their high school graduation. Hopefully, Zack will get the message. By 5 pm you’re rushing home to get out the door and drive 5 hours to your old hometown.

The minute you walk into the reunion you see women’s heads turning to look at Joel. You can’t say you blame them, Joel Miller is the dictionary definition of a DILF! And tonight, in perfectly tailored black pants, a crisp black dress shirt and black tie, his slightly outgrown curls pushed back, and grey scruff perfectly trimmed, he looks hot as sin. And then, just to add insult to an already smoldering hot injury, he recently came to terms with needing glasses for driving at night. Those black frames should be illegal.

Over the last few days you’ve been sending him articles about spanking and on the drive up had an open and honest communication about what you both wanted out of it. Deep down you’re hoping tonight is your night, you’re tempted to just go back to the hotel and let him do whatever he wants. Instead, the two of you hit the bar to get a drink before finding a table to sit at.

“Who is that lady in the gold sequin dress with the black hair, almost directly behind you?” Joel asks awkwardly, sipping his whiskey.

You glance around the room, trying to not make it obvious when you catch the one person you don’t want around Joel staring right at him.

“Lucy Garfield.” You say flatly. “She’s the one that slept with Zack seconds after I left for university. I thought they were married but she is eye fucking you so hard.”

“Gross,” he laughs, his nose crinkling up in disgust. He’s so endearing when he’s joking around with you, “Don’t say eye fucking.”

You laugh, “It’s what she’s doing Joel. I wonder how long before she’s over here talking to you.”

You start pushing your chair out from the table and he grabs your leg, “Leave me alone and you’re dead to me”

“Joel,” you giggle and try to push the chair more, “I kinda have to pee though.”

“Babe, I'm serious. She scares me,” he says with a shudder. “I can feel her looking at me.”

“Oh, she’s doing more than looking…” you tease, sliding your chair back in.

“Don’t say it.”

He squirms as you lean in to his ear and whisper, “Eye fucking.”

“I hate you.”

After a few hours of catching up with old friends, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and grab another drink for you and Joel. When you come out of the bathroom Lucy is alone at your table with Joel. You can see the discomfort on his face as she shows him something on his phone. You’re not jealous or worried, but when Zack approaches you at the bar you decide to have a little fun.

“So you didn’t break up with him after all?” He’s leaning back cockily on the bar, arms crossed, eyes locked on Lucy.

“No,” you laugh while ordering drinks; whiskey neat for Joel and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon for you. “I never planned to.”

“I figured. Lucy seems to take a liking to anyone you set your sights on.”

“You would know best, Zack.” You’re still facing the bar, but you see Zack glance quickly in your direction at the dig. “Any advice for poor Joel over there?”

“Don’t leave the best thing that ever happened to you for a gymnast with...” he stops speaking when he looks back to you, seeing you with one eyebrow raised as you sip your wine. “She and I are getting divorced.”

“I assumed.”

“Oh?”

And that’s when you hear it. Your song with Joel.

‘I know what you look like in the morning

Your kisses are soft and warm’

Joel looks around the room for you, when he spots you at the bar a mischievous grin crosses your face and you lean in close to Zack.

“Dance with me?” You whisper, giving him the puppy eyes he never used to say no to.

‘I can draw you with my eyes closed

Seen you with nothing on but the radio’

He places a hand on your lower back and leads you to the dance floor before pulling you in close. Huh, you think to yourself, 25 years later and still got it.

You look away from Joel and give Zack a tight lipped smile as the first verse of the song melts into the chorus.

‘I know the kind of thing that makes you laugh

The way you tilt your head for a photograph

What other guy knows you like that’

You fight the urge not to look past Zack’s shoulder and over at Joel as Zack’s voice drones on in the distance, telling you about his divorce.

‘And I can name the first guy you ever kissed’

You can’t help but sneak a glance at Joel. Zack is the first guy you kissed and Joel knows it.

‘I can name the perfume on your wrist’

Joel crosses his arms, staring at you darkly from across the room. Fuck, you think maybe you bit off more than you can chew.

‘What other guy knows you like that’

Joel stands and strides over to you.

Yes. Got him. He doesn’t look mad, if anything he’s looking at you with dangerous desire in his eyes. Your heart flutters as heat travels between your thighs.

“Babe, we gotta go.”

Zack starts to protest but you release yourself from his arms and say with a big smile, “It was lovely catching up. Thank you for the dance.”

As Joel leads you off the dance floor he growls quietly in your ear, “You’ve been a very bad girl, Little Dove.”

The car ride back to the hotel is silent. Not a word is uttered between either of you, the second the elevator door closes Joel presses you back against the wall. Towering over you, one of his hands roughly pulls down the right cup of your dress and bra, he pinches your nipple hard between his thumb and pointer finger.

You gasp out in pain, but he doesn’t say anything, just glares down at you. As the pain morphs into pleasure you squeeze your thighs together, your panties starting to soak through. He releases you when the elevator stops and turns his back to you, you cover your abused nipple back up before you follow him into your room.

“Clothes off and kneel,” he growls, throwing a pillow haphazardly at your feet.

“Joel-I…” you stutter out. He stalks across the room, only the discarded pillow separating you.

“I said,” he starts harshly. “Clothes off and kneel, Little Dove.”

You swallow the dry lump in your throat while sliding the zipper down the side of your black dress, letting it fall to the ground. A deep, guttural moan escapes Joel as you kick the dress aside and remove your bra and panties. You’re completely bare for him, nothing but your nude heels left.

“That’s better. Now kneel.”

You do as he says, getting into his desired position; hands on your lap and eyes aimed at the floor in front of you. He bends, cupping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. You expect to see his eyes dark and lips tight, instead, you’re met with softness, his chocolate brown eyes boring into you.

“Little Dove,” he starts, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I am going to punish you for being a brat tonight. Everything I plan to do is things we’ve talked about.”

“Like what?” You ask as your mouth goes impossibly dry.

“No, you don’t get answers tonight. You’re in trouble. Do you remember your safe words?”

You nod, “Yes sir.”

The colour coding system is how Joel prefers to do things. Red if you need to end things, yellow if you need a break or to slow down, and green to keep going.

His thumb caresses your cheek, “That’s my girl.”

Joel stands abruptly and your gaze follows him. When he looks down at you, his features are no longer soft. His eyes are almost black, eyebrows slightly knit together and jaw clenched. He snaps his fingers and points at the ground and you immediately obey, shifting your gaze back to where he prefers it. He walks across the room, uncuffing the sleeves of his black dress shirt and rolling them up his thick forearms. You hear the unmistakable sound of him removing his tie and his glasses being placed on the table.

“You were a brat tonight, Little Dove,” he says darkly. “Remind me, do I like brats?”

“No, sir.” It comes out in a nervous squeak.

Joel stares at you for a while and it’s nearly impossible to keep your eyes on the ground. If Joel had to classify himself, he’d say he was a pleasure Dom. He’d rather use pleasure until you’d beg him to stop, but pleasure is earned, and you used that song and your ex-boyfriend to get to him tonight. He saunters back over and pets your head, just as you start to close your eyes and lean into his touch he grips your hair hard and pulls until you’re once again looking up at him. A shocked yelp comes out of you as you make eye contact.

“I think you did this on purpose because you so badly want me to spank you.”

“N-no, sir.”

“No? I bet if I reached in between your legs and felt your pretty little pussy she’d be soaked for me right now. Am I right?”

“Y-yes.”

“Take out my cock, Little Dove.”

His grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as you reach up with shaky hands to undo his belt and pants. As you slide his dress pants down his thick thighs you can see him already hard under his tight black boxers. As you lower those, his thick cock springs free, brushing against your face.

“Hands on my thighs,” he barks.

You jump slightly at the harsh tone and move your hands to rest along the sides of his thighs. He moves his free hand to one of yours and taps on your hand 3 times. “You do that if you need to stop. Show me.”

You tap 3 times on his thigh like he showed you. “Too bad you were such a bad girl tonight. I wanted to please you and not punish you.”

He moves his hand to fist his cock a few times. It brushes your lips as he continues to speak. “Who do you belong to, Little Dove?”

“You sir,” you answer firmly but quietly.

“That’s right. Open.”

You lick your lips and obey his orders. He lines himself up and slides the tip of his cock in your mouth, pumping his shaft slowly with his hand, the other still locked in your hair.

“Mine,” he says it like he’s claiming you as he works more of himself into your mouth. You’re surprised how he takes his time, inching in a little before pulling back, letting you swirl your tongue around to get him nice and wet. When he’s finally all the way in, pushing against your gag reflex he groans out, “So…completely…mine.”

You look up at him through your lashes and remind yourself to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, moaning around his cock before he pulls it all the way out. Saliva falls from your mouth and he smirks at you cockily while he fucks himself with his palm, the tip of his leaking dick resting on your tongue. The salty taste of his pre cum sends a fresh wave of arousal to the apex of your thighs, you can feel it gathering on your calves that are tucked underneath you.

Without warning, Joel starts to fuck your throat. He pushes himself all the way in and you gag around him before he pulls out halfway. He continues this punishing rhythm for a while, muttering darkly about how you’re a bad girl and you deserve to be punished.

You’re taken aback by how much you fucking love it. Watching him tower above you all big and strong but you know he’s falling apart. He’s becoming putty because of you and your mouth. It’s filthy and slightly degrading, but you realize that you’re the one in control here. You could do this forever and make a mental note to find times to act out more often. Tears start to run down your cheeks as his thrusts turn sloppy. You know he’s close so you hum around his cock.

“Oh fuuuuck, baby.” He pulls himself out and steps back, strings of saliva falling from his cock and landing on your chin. Your hands hit the ground in front of you as you gasp in a full breath for this first time since he started using your mouth. The heat between your thighs is starting to become unbearable.

“What did you think was going to happen - huh?” he says in a deep and condescending tone. “That I’d spank you and then make you come?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You’re not sorry though, you’d do it again just to feel that gush between your thighs when he hits the back of your throat.

“Only good girls get spankings. So let me make myself very clear.” You straighten your spine and look up at him as he goes back to petting your hair.

“You are not allowed to cum.” His voice is deep and scratchy, you’re sure he could make a living by narrating erotica, but that voice is yours.

A small whimper escapes you as he continues. “I’m going to continue to use you how I want. If I think you’ve proven yourself to be my good girl, you’ll get that spanking you want so desperately. Understand?”

He almost purrs as he says good girl and it turns you feral. “Yes, sir.”

He reaches a hand to you and helps you stand. He gently wipes the tears from your cheeks before kissing the tip of your nose. “Get on the bed.”

As you walk to the bed you bring one leg up to remove your heels. “Leave them on. Hands and knees, Little Dove.”

Fuck, he knows this is your kryptonite. And fuck, you’re back to thinking that maybe you bit off more than you can handle. Joel is predictable about his Sunday plans during football season and nothing else.

After stripping off his clothes he comes up behind you, rubs the warm tip of his cock through your slit and he lets out a deep moan. Both of you can hear the wetness as he moves from your clit to your ass. “Mmmm - my bad girl clearly liked having me fuck her throat. You’re soaked for me.”

A firm hand pushes down between your shoulder blades and your upper body hits the mattress. at this new angle, everything is bare to him.

“Mine,” he says again before placing a few long, slow licks from your clit to your ass, swirling and pressing his tongue in all the right places. “So…completely…mine.”

His tongue teases your clit as he lightly teases your ass with the pad of his thumb. The heat begins to spread to your spine, the world falls away and all you’re left with is Joel. Joel and his wonderful and magic tongue. Joel and his ability to make you cum. His voice from earlier rings through your cries of pleasure, ‘you are not allowed to cum.’

“I…n-no…” you stutter, squeezing all your muscles to stop the orgasm that’s fast approaching. “That’s gonna…I’m gonna!”

“Don’t you dare, Little Dove.” He bites down on your ass cheek and you yelp in pain, but glad for the distraction from how close you were to finishing.

“Such a bad little girl tonight.” He says into your skin before continuing to tease you with his tongue, swirling your clit, moving to gently flick your ass, then back to your clit. You never know where his tongue might explore next and you find yourself mentally mapping out each aisle of your favorite grocery store with your eyes clamped shut to distract yourself.

“I wanna be a good girl,” you beg, utterly desperate to follow his rules tonight. “Please stop. I wanna be good, sir.”

“Poor thing,” he says mockingly, rising and sliding himself inside you so slowly that you feel every inch, vein, and ridge.

“Fuuuuuuuccccck,” you gasp as he bottoms out. A small, pleading ‘please’ escapes your lips but you don’t even know what you’re asking for. Your body feels like liquid at this point, every muscle relaxed and every bone somehow missing. It’s a complete state of nirvana, if only he’d let you cum.

“Not yet,” he drags out of you and slams back in, a complete juxtaposition to how he first entered you. His grip on your hips is so tight that you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow. “This is my pussy, mine. Say it.”

“Y-yours…” you manage to whine. “oh fuck…yours Joel.”

“That’s right, babygirl. Mine. So…completely…mine.”

One of your shoes falls to the ground as he continues to slam into you. You no longer know the difference between right and left, you just know that one shoe is missing. As you reach back to touch him, he pins your hand to your lower back, sliding almost all the way out before slowly pressing his hips flush with your ass.

“No,” he says sternly. “Only good girls get to touch.”

You scream out his name, begging him to let you cum. Joel leans forward and pulls you up, still fully inside of you, he holds you still against his warm chest, the combination of your sweat and his sweat feeling sticky along your back.

“You like when I use you like this, Little Dove?”

“Yessss,” you whine. You force yourself not to roll your hips even though the need to orgasm is almost painful. The word yellow flows through your mind. You could say it. You could say it and get what you want, but you trust Joel. You trust that he has bigger and better plans for you.

“Say it,” he commands while rolling your earlier pinched nipple between his fingers.

“Use me, sir….Please. I want to please you.”

“That’s my girl. My perfect little submissive.”

He pushes you back down into the sheets and fucks you harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans and squeals fill the room. You tense every muscle again to stop the orgasm that’s right on the surface.

“Where do you want it, Little Dove?”

“Inside me, sir.”

Joel curses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby.”

“Fill me, sir.”

“Such a filthy little girl. D’you know that?” His voice is strained, you know he’s close and you just have to hold off a little longer.

“Only for you,” you say through moans and gasps.

That’s what does it and you push him over the edge with your words, the heat of his spend filling you as he lets out a loud moan. “Good fucking girl.”

He moves his hips into you a few more times, filling you so much it starts to leak out. “Fuck, takin’ me so well, soundin’ so goddamn sweet as you beg.”

He doesn’t stay in long after he cums, which you’re thankful for because you’re sure a faint breeze could make you detonate at this point. He steps back to admire the mess he’s made, using his fingers to push his cum back inside you before sitting next to your knees.

“Get over my knee.”

You rush on shaky limbs to get over this lap, wiggling your ass in nervous excitement. He uses one hand to pin your wrists behind your back. “Mmm - that’s my good girl.”

Joel uses his other hand to draw slow circles along your cheeks. His warm and calloused fingers send shivers across your body. “How many do you think you should get?”

“10,” you respond sheepishly.

Joel laughs deeply to himself. “You were a brat. Do you really think 10 is enough?”

You audibly swallow in response to what you know is a rhetorical question. You didn’t think your pussy could throb any harder, but his voice, his hands, and this position has every nerve in your body aflame.

“20, and if you behave, I’ll stop at 15.”

“Please, sir.” The anticipation is killing you.

“Ok. I am going to spank you with my hand 20 times. You are going to count and say ‘I’m sorry’ after each one. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You try not to whine, but you need to be touched,

“Give me a colour baby”

“Green,” you whisper needily.

2 sharp and quick slaps hit your ass.

“1 and 2,” you squeal, “I’m sorry”

Light finger strokes tickle along the back of your thighs and up towards the now stinging skin. Joel’s hand disappears from your body and you tense.

“Shhh,” his thumb holding your wrist strokes the soft skin. “Take a deep breath, Little Dove.”

You inhale shakily, as you try to relax on your exhale, his hand comes down again. When the two of you did your research on spanking, all the experts said you’d know the sound of a good spank, and Joel being, well Joel, has taken it to a new level of perfection. His third spank stings, but it’s quickly replaced with a fresh wave of warmth in your core.

“Three. I’m sorry,” you love how quickly he can turn you into a whining mess.

From that point you’re in a trance. You almost feel like you’re floating outside your body as Joel continues your punishment. You hear your voice counting each strike of his hand. A rush of adrenaline courses through you after each one and you can feel his spend leaking out and dripping in between your thighs.

“Eight. I’m sorry”

“Messy messy girl.” He says, swiping a finger up your thigh and through the folds of your swollen pussy, he stays away from your clit but you could scream with how good it feels. “I should make you clean this up.”

You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder to face him, readying yourself for him to slide his fingers down your throat. Instead, he licks his fingers clean and then lays 3 quick smacks across your ass.

“Eleven. Oh god,” your body jolts with the first one but by the third you’re rolling your lips into him for friction, you need more. More pain. More of his fingers. More of anything and everything he’s willing to give you. “I’m sorry.”

Joel isn’t surprised to see that you like the pain, but he is surprised by how much he likes seeing you in pain. He was hesitant about this whole thing, worried about hurting you, but you’ve never looked more beautiful. A blush lights your face and neck, a thin sheen of sweat across your body. Your squeals and cries slowly become wanton moans. He knows it hurts you, but he can also see how that pain is temporary followed by a rush of adrenaline and pleasure.

“Good job, Little Dove,” he rubs the red hand prints gently. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.”

You relax into his lap as his praises wash over you. You feel completely submissive to him and for the first time, you feel what he said earlier. You are his. So completely his.

“My,” SMACK

“Perfect,” SMACK

“Little,” SMACK

“Submissive,” SMACK

They happen so quickly that all you can do is moan loudly in ecstasy, heat flooding your core to the point that it’s unbearable. Pressure behind your eyes builds as your neediness grows.

“Fif-fifteen. I’m sorry, sir.” You’re squirming uncontrollably, tears threaten to spring from your eyes.

“Please - please. It huuuurts.” Joel knows it’s not the spanking that hurts, it’s the animalistic need to cum that’s causing you so much discomfort.

“There’s my good girl,” he growls, sliding 2 fingers deep inside you. He curls them forward into your tight and messy heat. The squelching of his cum mixed with your arousal fills the room.

“Does this feel good, Little Dove?”

“Please Joel,” you sob through stuttered breaths, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “P-please - don’t stop.”

“Fuck I love when you say please. Did you know that? How it makes my cock twitch hearing you whine sweetly, asking so nicely.”

He slows his fingers, he knows how sensitive you are, he can feel your pussy gripping tightly to his fingers and he wants to bring you pleasure now, not push you into overstimulation. “You took those so beautifully, Little Dove. I’m so proud of you.”

You cry out a thank you, your orgasm is right there, the heat in your stomach and spine ready to erupt and spread to the rest of your body. As you squirm on his lap you can feel his erection growing beneath you. Joel continues curling his fingers against your most sensitive spot, his other hand letting go of your wrists and moving to soothe the handprints he left. The gentleness of one hand combined with the demanding desire of the other sends your mind swirling.

“Get up, baby girl.” He slides his fingers out from you and you want to cry out and complain before he adds, “I want you to cum on my cock.”

Joel steadies you as you stand up in front of him, “Hold on, spin around.”

You do as he says, albeit slightly confused until he presses his lips to the bright red handprints he’s tattooed across your skin.

Yep, you think to yourself. I’m His. So completely his.

You lay back on the bed, Joel crawling between your legs. He’s looking at you the way he used to when you first met, taking in every inch of your skin almost as if to commit it to memory. It’s the complete opposite of how he looked at you while you danced with Zack. His dangerous desire has turned to an overwhelming softness.

“Lift your hips, baby,” he slides a spare pillow under you.

His strong hands massage your hips gently as his eyes rake over your red and swollen pussy. “Oh - that looks painful, baby. Do you need me to take care of it?”

You whine out in frustration, “Please, sir. I need to cum. Please.”

He lets out a whispered ‘oh god’ at your pleas, hooking one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, the other wrapping around his waist as he lines himself up and then leans down to softly press his lips to yours. He slides inside of you slowly and you’re instantly shaking underneath him.

“Shhh, you’re ok,” he whispers into your lips before kissing you harder, rocking his hips with perfect precision. “I’m right here. I got you, baby. I got you.”

The soft part of his belly grazes your clit and you cry out into his mouth. “Oh god - I’m gonna cum.”

“There you go, baby. Cum for me.”

You fall apart around him, your head falling back in a silent cry to the ceiling. A buzz of electricity shutters through your whole body, your walls clenching around him harder than you thought was possible.

“That’s it,” he says into your neck as he licks and kisses. “Let go for me.”

His words spread more tingles along your skin, you tangle your hands in his curls and pull his face to yours. Kissing him deeply as you start to come down. He stills inside you as he comes again, sending you into a wave of aftershocks. You swallow his moans in your kisses, you never want this to end.

“Stay here honey,” Joel says, getting up to walk with wobbly legs to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and carefully wipes you clean. Your body jolts and you cry out when he gets near your clit, he whispers apologies while drying you with a towel.

You start to get up. “Are you ok?” he questions.

“I have to pee,” you laugh. As you wash your hands you take in your reflection. Your poor nipple is purple from the elevator, you have mascara down your face, and as you predicted, you are already bruising from his grip on your hips. You spin to see angry, dark red splotches along the globes of your ass and you smile at yourself. Fuck, is there something wrong with me?

Even though you’re exhausted, you practically skip back out to the bed where Joel is holding a big glass of water and some soothing lotion that he purchased weeks ago for this exact moment. He laughs and shakes his head, he knows he’s in for it now seeing how happy you are with yourself.

“Drink this and then lay on your stomach please,” adding a quick, “you little brat.”

“So bossy.” You joke and roll your eyes, but you both love this part and as elated as you are right now, you know you need the aftercare so that your anxieties don’t get you later. So, you do as he says. You drink the water and then lay on your stomach. Joel rubs the cooling lotion on your marks and then places long, light kisses along your spine.

“How are you feeling?” He coos between kisses.

“I’m great. That was amazing. How are you feeling? I know you weren’t too sold on spanking me.”

Joel lies beside you and pulls you in, his front presses against yours, both of you using your own arm as a pillow. “Honestly, I’m surprised by how much I liked it. You looked so beautiful the entire time. I didn’t think I would like it, but….” He trails off looking slightly embarrassed, using his free hand to play with your hair.

“But?” you push.

“But…well a man my age doesn’t get multiple orgasms very often, makin’ me feel like we’re in our 20’s again.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to act out more often. Any cute guys on the job site I can eye fuck?”

Joel growls as he pulls you over to rest on his chest. “Mine. Now go to sleep, Little Dove. And stop saying that.”

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supernaturalgirl20 · 1 year

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I’ve got Joel living rent-free in my head, too.

Can I get something where Joel takes up for reader, and puts an idiot in his place for disrespecting his girl?

I’ve loved Joel from the game but the way Pedro plays him has me 🫠😍. Thank you for the request my love, gotta love a protective Joel. Hope you enjoy 😉

Someday

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of prostitution, possessive Joel, feelings but no feelings.

A/N: requests still open for Joel Miller 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

You can’t remember how it started exactly. Or when for that matter. All you do know is that it was a mutual agreement to keep it business-like.

An outlet for you both to get some relief when the strain of this new life took its toll. Or when either one of you had an itch to scratch. Joel didn’t do feelings, and that was ok because neither did you or at least you didn’t. Now though, those lines are beginning to blur and it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to hide it from him.

You knew if he ever found out, he’d run. He’d shut himself off from you and your heart would break. So, you don’t kiss when you fuck, don’t hold each other after and you don’t stay the night.

At least you didn’t. Now though, everything has changed.

***

You can feel his gaze on you from where he stands, leaning against the brick wall near the alleyway. He’d insisted that you weren’t going alone, especially not after what happened with Tess.

No amount of protesting on your part could change his mind. Joel Miller was a stubborn man and while most of the time you admired him for it, right now, you wanted to punch him.

Mack, one of Roberts's lackeys, was sitting across from you with a sick sinister smirk on his face as his gaze drifted from you to Joel. “Couldn’t haven’t left your guard dog at home?” His head tilts in Joel’s direction and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to remain calm.

Trying hard not to punch this idiot in the fucking face. “Listen, are you interested or not? There are other smugglers in this area that I could go to.”

He sneers, leaning back in his chair with his arm slung across the thigh. “Oh, I’m interested all right, but not in your ration cards. Was thinking maybe you’d give me a go of that pussy? I mean if it’s good enough for Joel fucking Miller, it’s good enough for me.”

Your stomach churns at the thought of this man with his hands all over you, you’d rather get killed by a clicker but then you let your gaze flicker to the man you’ve come to love. His face hardened into an almost permanent scowl and how you’d give anything for him to have a small bit of happiness.

“Say I agree,” you say, voice low, hoping that Joel can’t make out what you're talking about. “I want the battery first. In perfect working condition or the deal is off.”

Mack sits up, his face a mixture of shock and delight at the prospect of getting his hands on you. “Damn, I gotta say I didn’t think you’d go for it. Then again, you ain’t nothin’ but a cheap whore…”

“The fuck you just say?”

You can see the fear creeping quickly into Mack’s face as he stares behind you to the source of the deep husky voice. Your gaze drifts upwards to find Joel standing directly behind you, his face stern and filled with rage.

“Now I didn’t mean nothin’ by it, Joel, I was just playing is all.” Mack gulps nervously as he quickly stands, his chair falling onto the ground as he holds his hands up in surrender.

Joel steps forward but before he can get anywhere near Mack, you grab a hold of his arm pulling him back. His eyes drift to yours, his eyebrows furrowed in question before they drop to where your hand is touching him.

“Leave it, please,” you plead, and his gaze meets yours once again.

“Yeah, you heard her, leave it. Besides, she offered first.” Mack is slowly backing up but a growl rises from deep within Joel’s chest and he falters.

“What the fuck is he talk in’ about?” His eyes are boring into you, and you silently curse Mack and his big fucking mouth. “It’s nothing ok, just leave it. Let’s go.”

“No.” His voice is harsh and angry as he pulls out of your grasp turning his attention back to Mack. “What do you mean she offered first?”

“Told her I’d get her the car battery if she let me fuck her. She was gonna do it too. I mean I gotta hand it to ya, having two women on the go, you must be doin’ somethin’ right. The least you could do is pimp them out, make a living.”

Mack continues on his tangent, and you can see Joel getting angrier and angrier, his fists clenching at his sides but it isn’t until Mack calls you a dirty whore that he loses it.

Joel lunges at him, his fist connecting with Mack’s jaw knocking him on his ass. The squeal of pain that he emits as blood gushes from his nose draws the attention of some people and you pray you can stop Joel before a FEDRA agent arrives.

He continues to punch him over and over until Mack apologises to you. “Joel, please. Please we gotta go, he isn’t worth it.”

You plead over and over but it doesn’t get through, not until you place your hand on his shoulder and then his eyes turn to you. “Let’s go home.”

He looks back down at Mack and whispers something in his ear before he stands letting the man go. Turning to you he huffs out a breath in frustration, his face stern and nostrils flaring. Then he turns, grabs your wrist in his hand and pulls you along behind him back to his apartment.

The door closes with a bang, and he marches over to the kitchen, grabs a glass and his god-awful whiskey and pours himself a drink before downing it. The glass bangs on the table as he finishes.

You just stand there staring, hands wringing nervously as you take in the tension of his shoulders. “Joel.”

“Don’t!” He barks, his gaze turning towards you. “What the fuck were you thinkin’? Were you really gonna whore yourself out for the battery?” His voice is laced with anger as he steps towards you.

“I-I was just…. look it’s only sex. It wouldn’t have meant anything. Besides, it would have gotten you the battery and you could finally get out of here and find Tommy.” You turn away ashamed you had even considered it.

“And you thought I’d be ok with that, did ya? Thought I’d want to share what’s mine?” His voice breaks at the end, the hint of softness creeping in.

You turn to face him and startle at how close he’s gotten. Your eyes meet and for a brief moment, the world stops. You can’t hear your own breathing your heart is thundering against your chest so damn hard.

There’s a tension in the air and you feel something shift between you. His eyes drift briefly down to your lips before your gaze meets again. He steps closer. Invading your space and filling all your senses with him.

He smells like the bar of soap that you spent weeks trying to save for, that hint of citrus invading your senses and reminding you of the time before the world went to shit. He smells of sweat and dirt and that nasty whiskey he drinks every night.

He smells like home. Or as close as you’ll ever get to one now. His arm slides along the curve of your hip coming to rest on the small of your back, palm outstretched as he pulls you into him.

Your hand rests on his chest and you can feel his heart beating fast beneath it. You want to ask what he’s thinking. Or why he reacted the way he did but you don’t get the chance when his lips crash suddenly into your own.

It’s hot and frantic and his hand is gripping your hip tightly while the other grips you around the neck pulling you impossibly close as his mouth devours you.

You almost buckle when his tongue licks along the seam of your bottom lip, begging for entry and he groans lewdly when you open up to him.

He lifts you off your feet ever so slightly as he moves around the apartment towards his bed, pushing you back onto it as he stands staring down at you.

“Take it off,” he commands, his voice raspy and it sends a spark of arousal straight to your core. You quickly remove your underwear and trousers and slide back along the bed.

“All of it.”

You raise your eyebrows in question. He wants you naked! You’ve never been fully nude before, not with Joel. He always wants to be prepared to run. He can sense your hesitation. “I won’t ask again, darlin’.”

Lifting your top over your head you fling it onto the ground and your heart flutters nervously as you sit completely bare to him. His eyes rake over your naked curves and he groans, the outline of his cock prominent beneath his jeans.

His hands work off his belt and trousers and you assume he’ll leave it at that but then he grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head tossing it with yours on the floor.

“Hands and knees, darlin’.” He breathes as he takes his cock in his hand and pumps himself. You don’t waste any time, obeying him immediately. The rough pad of his fingers runs along the smooth skin of your back, and you shudder under his ministrations.

“I’ll show you, darlin’ whose pussy this is.” His voice is low, and you wonder silently if he meant for you to hear.

The head of his cock runs along your slick gathering your arousal and your breath hitches when he notches at your entrance and sinks in.

“God damn. So tight…so wet…always so wet, darlin’. All this for me?”

You moan into the tattered sheets beneath you as he fucks into you, his pace is brutal as he grips your hips tight.

“Yes.” You cry as you come for the first time, clenching tight around him.

“Damn straight this is my pussy. MINE! Ya hear. Fuck.” Suddenly he’s pulling out and flipped you into your back as he nestled between your thighs and sank back into your heat.

His hand grabs your thigh and lifts your leg over his ass as he rolls his hips into you. He’s a little softer this time. His lips caress the skin of your neck and breasts before pulling the bud of your nipple into his mouth.

His tongue licks in circles around its peak and you arch in response, your body tingling as you come hard again. “Joel.” You whimper and it somehow spurs him on as he begins to pound into you. The makeshift bed squeaked slightly with each thrust.

“Mine,” he whispers into the shell of your ear. “My lady. My darlin’. And I ain’t…. sharin’. You got that, ever.” His voice becomes raspy and his breathing ragged as he thrusts twice more before quickly pulling out and spilling onto your stomach.

He leans down and kisses you softly. Once. Twice. Before he pulls away and cleans you up, ordering you to dress again.

Your heart breaks a little and your stomach feels like you’ve been punched in the gut. He’s kicking you out, again. Why did you think that tonight was any different? That you might actually mean something to him?

You dress quickly and go to grab your stuff when his hand on your wrist stops you. “Where you goin’?”

“Back to mine, like always.” He shakes his head and takes the bag from you, placing it on the ground. “I think it’s about time you start livin’ here. Need to start letting those fuckers know you're my lady.”

“What about Tess?” You ask, voice betraying your jealousy. You think you see the hint of a smirk on his face, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appears.

“She’s a big girl. Besides, she ain’t my girl and she has her own spot. Now come on, darlin’. Let's get some rest.”

***

You brush your fingers gently along the scruff of his cheek and he stirs, a groan slipping from his lips as he seeks you out. The arm that was resting on his chest now slung across your hips, pulling you back into him.

Joel Miller has a hold on you. One that you cannot explain. One you're not sure even he knows he has on you, and it scares you a little, but if this is all you’ll ever have with him, then you’ll take it.

You’ll take him for all that he is. A shell of the man he once was with no penchant for feelings or emotions other than anger. A man who has suffered too many losses that he has cut himself off from ever being happy.

A man who kills first, asks questions later and protects those he holds dear, fiercely. This is why you want to help him get to his brother Tommy no matter what so that he can have a chance at being happy again. And if nothing else, simply because you love him.

And maybe he’ll bring you with him?

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kairiscorner · 11 months

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HELLOOOO I JUS STARTED READING YOUR WORKS AND i have been OBSESSED !!!!!

COULD I REQ a e1610!miles x fem!reader, where it’s a bit of a she fell first he fell harder sitch? reader and miles are pretty close friends and reader has been crushing on them for as long as she remembers 😅 miles DOES have feelings but he brushes them off as “just friends feelings”. they could have a bit of an argument cozzzzzz reader was getting mixed signals from miles 😢😢 but then once he does realize his actual feelings, he plans a little something to ask reader if he can court her? (filo!reader twist ? 🧐)

THANK YEW SM !! 🤞⭐️💘

HIII THANK YOU !! OMG WAIT I LOVE THIS?????? my second favorite trope after the "he fell first" one >:)) OK I HOPE THIS IS ANY GOOD !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

we're truly, utterly, pretty much just friends

summary: you have loved miles for the longest time, and guess what? he likes you a lot, too. he wasn't sure at first, though. he joked about it a lot, until you had enough, now he has to come clean and admit everything to you.

word count: 1,200

oh the pain of being in love with your best friend, it's excruciating. nothing is more suffocating than being in close proximity with the boy who has your whole heart wrapped around his finger with him being none the wiser. you two have known each other practically all your lives, and for most of it... you've spent it admiring him, finding all kinds of reasons to keep falling for and loving him in ways you never thought were possible. when high school came around, you wondered if it would be worth it to tell him your feelings; surely, you wouldn't be affected if he didn't like you... right?

oh, who were you kidding? it'd hurt like falling from the sky and landing in an active volcano's magma chamber. like hell you were ever admitting your feelings to him, you wanted to keep the status quo. why would anything that wasn't broken need fixing, right? you kept up the act of being his 'closest friend' that truly loved him, in all ways, but at a distance. you felt a suffocating catharsis with him, a contradiction that haunted you whenever you felt your heart flutter when you two were together, and you feared that so badly.

you wanted to stop feeling this weirdly about him, especially when he told you he thought of you practically as family. it made you feel like you were betraying him for falling for him. well little did you know... he's betrayed you too, then, in that sense. miles has always found you amazing, just overall wonderful company and the best friend he could ever ask for. you always take care of him when he doesn't feel okay, you always listen when he has to blow off some steam, and your touch against his... it feels electrifying, it feels like home.

he does get confused sometimes why he feels a little hot in the face when you look at him for a beat too long, or why he has the urge to want to wrap his arm around your shoulders, lay his head on one of them, too, maybe... wait, why is he thinking this? he hadn't really thought of you like that before, or has he? when he pictures doing things like that with his other friends, they feel alright, but not exactly the right kind of alright he feels with you. "i just... i just care about them a lot. yeah, they're just, they just mean that much to me." he'd tell himself when he overthinks it sometimes.

but sometimes, those feelings of his take over, and sometimes, he'll do things that make your heart beat a whole lot quicker. he'd sometimes compliment you unironically for no reason, even if you didn't change anything about yourself. he'd joke about what a pretty couple you two would look like, though he'd tell it was a joke, he meant nothing by it and he'd say sorry if it put you off. 'he should be sorry for giving me hope every time,' you'd think to yourself in frustration.

you weren't exactly angry about him showing you so much affection--you were angry because he gave you hope, every time, that he'd like you back--only to be greeted with a punch in the stomach as he brushed them off as 'jokes'. you had the last straw when miles made yet another 'joke' about him falling for you. "it's just... you're quite a catch, okay? you're pretty, smart, strong too. now, i'm not saying i do like you, it's just--" "can you stop?" you asked with a stern voice as miles immediately stopped talking when you cut him off mid-sentence. your eyebrows were furrowed together angrily as you looked at his concerned expression. "what did i do?" he asked you, genuinely unsure of what he did to warrant your anger. "that. it's that obliviousness of yours. don't you get it? you're... you're giving me..." you decided not to finish that thought, in fear that you would give yourself away.

you cussed under your breath as miles bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying sorry, because he knew you hated it when 'sorry' is all one can say while you were chewing them out. miles gently put a hand on your shoulder, and with a hung head and an absolutely anxious mind... he went out with it. "...i like you. so much." he admitted, placing emphasis on every syllable, hoping it sank in to you that he likes you the way you have always liked him.

he darts his eyes from your feet to his as he shuffles them a little out of anxiety, and he sighs as he looks up at your flustered face, trying to sound confident, sure of himself, but he was everything but that--and it showed. "i didn't think i'd... actually be in love when i thought about you like that, those... those thoughts i shared with you. you know, the... the 'me dating you' ones, the 'oh, you're so darn pretty, smart, strong, and everything' ones... the... 'i kinda wanna ask you out ones'... yeah... i just realized recently it meant... i like you." he said as his voice quieted and softened, as a small smile cracked on his face as he felt it growing hotter and hotter the longer he spoke.

"if you'll let me, and this is not a joke this time... if you'll let me, can i... can i court you?" he asked you in the softest voice he could muster, so scared of what you'd say. he poured his whole heart out to you, hoping you understood, hoping you'd say yes... "morales, i am going to hit you." you threatened him lightly as you tried to take your shoe off, feeling your own face get flustered as he chuckled. "i'll take it, just... i want to earn your love, i wanna do it right." he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "...is it bad you earned it long ago already?" you asked him, which caused his eyes to widen as he pulled back a little.

"wait, so you mean to tell me that--" before he could even finish, you planted a kiss on his lips. it was brief, it was abrupt, but all the love you pent up for him over the years was put into that very kiss. you still looked angry at him, and rightfully so, for causing you so much excitement that he'd like you back only to just recently realize it. "you'll buy me lunch today, morales." you said as you took his hand and began to trudge forward with him following, smiling all the while and getting super excited for what this meant for the both of you. "i'd buy you lunch every day, walk you home, cuddle up with you if you wanted... i'd make every day about you, that's what i mean when i say i wanna court you, mahal." he said as he interlocked his hand in your own, which made you super flustered, but you wanted to keep it under wraps--gotta make him pay for giving you so much hope from back then, of course.

a/n: MY BOYYYYYY

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fumifooms · 3 months

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i know you aren't really into marcille/laios any longer, but since you went looking online for dungeon meshi doujins, did you happen to find any other marcille/laios ones? (funnily enough at the convention i was at a couple weeks back they had like five, but they were extremely over-exaggerated and personally i prefer my fan content relatively in character...)

Ok first of all: Yeah listen laimar doesn’t have a grip on me anymore but I still quite enjoy it! Just more passively… Altho I do have an analysis that focuses a lot on the importance they hold to each other in my early stage wips drafts, and listen in canon I do think they’re queerplatonic flavored, call me an ot3 qpr truther because Laios Marcille and Falin have a something going on and it transcends being put into a box. But hey hey I reblog laimar artworks I bought that recent doujin I put laimar fics in my -checks- 106 pages long to-read list… Also I have like 5 pages of fanfic prompts for them I may or may not get to writing. Though yeah I do feel bad whenever I notice people following after liking all my laimar posts haha

Sadly to get to the meat of the topic, not really… I don’t go to cons for lack of opportunity so whatever I find is through online. The one I got is The Fourth Basement Floor, it has an english ver and seems so so very in character I can’t wait to get it! Otherwise I’ve looked on Otakurepublic & Doujinrepublic since I use their services for merch from Japan, warning if you click on the link, there are 18+ ones and covers can be pretty explicit. I don’t remember any other laimar one except the one nsfw one I think, but on the plus side there are a lot of gen no ships doujins. I’m bothered because looking back I feel like the catalogue of doujins was wider when I looked all those months ago and it feels like I’m forgetting something hmm… I wish I could help more, but yeah 😔 Pixiv has many laimar comics up (in japanese) if that sates the hunger any

As consolation since I’m already here, why not show some of my laimar things laying around gathering dust I’m fond of. Don’t look if you don’t want to be spoiled for fics I may or may not write I guess? All down below is just laimar prompts

I spoke about some various ones and esp my timeline where she gets him into Daltian Clan here. "Laios… I was wondering, because you enjoy fantasy stories right? I was wondering if you’d like to give my favorite book series a go… It has monsters!" I love love love post-canon laimar where he gets the habit of chewing on her hair because he’s stimming and hungry. Like a goat.

Laios goes to Marcille for love advice. "You like someone?! Do I know them?" She eagerly asked. "Erm… Yes…?" // Post-canon. He’s so nervous and puts his foot in his mouth n lets things slip out that he thought would give him away. (Comic) "You like someone??! What are they like? Who are they?" And he’s like "Well… She’s a half-elf." He’s like shit she’ll probably know right away. And she goes still. "I’ve never met another half-elf!! We’re so rare! You’re saying you met one and didn’t tell me???!" She’s shaking him. And then she goes still again, contempt drawing on her face. "Wait… Are you asking me for advice because I’m a half-elf?" Laios runs with it "Yes!! And because you’re so savvy with romance and what people like…? If, uh, if you were a half-elf, what would you like to get as a gift? What sort of confession would you want?" "… You saved it there. Okay so since I’m so knowledgeable on romance, tell me what is she like?" "-describes Marcille-" She nods, smug yet oblivious. "Aah I can already tell we’d be great friends. Good taste." (then Thinking bubble with him giving her flowers at a restaurant "Did you know roses are edible and used in recipes", candlelit dinner, or wait maybe the most romantic is cooking together alone at home, chocolate! It’s expensive though… Wait I’m king now!)

Lil comic, Laios wakes up snuggled against Marcille’s back then promptly falls off the bed. The noise makes Marcille wake up and she’s like omg are u ok?? Laios is so sweaty and panicked and in denial about her being special to him. She explains, disgruntled at the memory "Izutsumi is bunking in with Chilchuck again, they’re taking the whole bedrolls." Pause. "Sorry, I should have told you, but you like sleeping with Izutsumi too so I figured…" She looked sheepish. "Between you and Senshi, I much prefer sleeping with you. It feels sort of nostalgic, like a sleepover, no?" He relaxes and gets in the bed again, smiling. "But… We’ve never had a sleepover?" She chuckles "I guess not. I must be getting that impression because of Falin…" And the air between them is warm yet bittersweet now, as she smiles like that and his eyes and smile cloud over. The earlier instinctive reluctance to touch is gone now. She snuggles into his arms and is like "Hug me?" "Okay." And he does, wraps his arms around her and tucks his chin over her head.

Post canon, marcille takes him to a squid restaurant. Cute lighthearted hehe. He sulks "If there are any parasites in this I will ban squid from this kingdom or so help me…"

Short post canon fluff marcille pov about laios gaining weight n becoming chubby. She used to dream of chiseled abs and angular elves, laios in every way, shape and form is so far from the beauty standards she idealized so. And yet… She loves how soft sleeping against him is, how much there’s more of him for her to hug and nuzzle her face in. She loves seeing him and seeing someone strong, who isn’t malnourished or underweight, someone healthy with color in their skin. An healthy appetite. He used to look more like a rectangle, severe and strict, but now he looked rounder, and seeing him smile at her always made her feel like that roundness suited him. She smiled back, and melted thinking about how her boyfriend was the sweetest in the world. ^I still wanna do this one really bad. Sometimes a fic premise comes from nowhere and puts you in a chokehold and you must finish it to obtain catharsis

Short oneshot about laios musing about Marcille’s smile, how important it is to him in subtle ways etc: Ends with Laios being like wait there’s something off (succubus). Then he grabbed her throat. Or smth

Laios seeing her dungeon like "this is so wrong Marcille you can’t run a dungeon for shit" and also "WHAT ARE THESE HORRORS OF MONSTERS NOO THEY CAN’T BE EFFECTIVE LIKE THAT"

Dinner for two: Very warm. Marcille and Laios are meeting up and cooking a dinner just for them both, no one else is there. They’re being so domestic and it’s light. Laios pauses at some point, doing the dishes, saying… I’ve always worried, thinking doing things like these would remind me of my parents.

Laios doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he actually *likes* likes Marcille, so he avoids her. Everyone notices and is disapproving of him.

Her mana acts up and she shares her dream with someone, kinda like with Izutsumi. Listen the premise could be smutty but I think it’d be more fun if they just hanged out n were silly, like the nightmares chapter without the nightmare

Laimar pining but from the view of Chilchuck, his love hatred sensing a storm brewing. The giggling, the looks. Ugh! It reminded him of himself and his wife when they were young and newly dating.

I love Laios and Izu being worsties so. Laios sees izutsumi rubbing her scent on marcille’s clothes and gets possessive. Maybe Golden Kingdom maybe something else I have no clue but Laios being ridiculous and cheek rubbing or something <3

I might want to do an AU where Laios gets into werebeast ring fighting, before canon and the split happens after he deserts the military. So he’s alone, has nothing going for him and stumbles into that sphere and gets werebeast tattoos done. It doesn’t make him happier at all and fighting sucks actually, but it brings money and he likes being a beast and being cheered by a crowd aka illusion of being liked, and money brings food and eating is the privilege of the living etc etc. So then when he goes to check on Falin at the academy it’s a big AU where he has a whole other reputation and look to him, and when he meets izutsumi their relationship is different and aaaaaa… He’s freeer in this au, lets himself be animalistic and weird, even though ofc the arc is him letting himself be more human as well and connecting with humans, through talking and infodumping n shit. Oh I went off but the laimar is because it’s inspired by cool laimar art here (warning tho it’s an art dump with toudencest also 😔) but werewolf Laios laimar AUs… A lotta fun stuff there idk idk

#Laimar #ask #Ppl can send me laimar asks tbh idk when i’d get to them but i do still love them #Not all that much left i wanna explore analysis or post wise with them though #Laios touden #marcille donato #Fanfic wips #Dungeon meshi #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers

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katareyoudrilling · 1 year

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The Sweepstakes: Marcus Pike (Porn Star AU)

Pairing: Porn Star Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Feeling down about your dating life, you take a chance and enter to win a night with a porn star. Will it be as good as you imagine?

Word count: ~3.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving)

A/N: This thot invaded my brain over the weekend and wouldn’t let me go, so I sat down this morning and wrote it. I’ve never written this much in one day. I guess I was inspired! The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa and the nickname comes from one of their videos. This is unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy!

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You won.

What the fuck?

Your entire body flushes with heat. Adrenaline tingles in your chest and behind your knees. Your hands tremble.

You never expected to win.

You remember the night you filled out the form. You were wine-drunk after another disappointing date with a guy from the apps. You’d had a string of them. One you liked well enough to go home with and have mediocre sex. It takes time, you told yourself. You liked him enough that you’d give him another try, only he went radio silent. So much for him.

No wonder you decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the sweepstakes.

Win a night with a porn star! – sponsored by your favorite site that specializes in porn with a female gaze. They claim all the orgasms are real, and you believe them.

What would it be like to have sex with someone who does it for a living? Someone who really knows what he’s doing?

The temptation was too great, so you had clicked the button.

And now you’d won.

A night with a porn star.

You scroll down the informational email, taking in as much as you can in your shocked state. They reiterate the terms you had agreed to when you first entered, but now they want to know which performer you want to spend your night with.

The choice is easy.

You’ve watched all his videos, even the silly softcore ones where he plays an FBI agent hunting down an art smuggler who is very willing to have sex with him when he catches her.

He’s boyishly handsome. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle and sparkle. He looks so friendly and kind… and wow can he fuck.

The women performers he’s paired with are always excited to work with him. Those who have partnered with him before often tell the off-screen director how much fun they have had with him in the past – how the sex feels so connected with him.

The ones who haven’t worked with him yet talk about his reputation as “the human Hitachi” – a reference to the popular vibrator.

Afterwards, they confirm that it’s an apt nickname.

You check the box next to “Marcus Pike” and click submit.

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You arrive at the studio office just before your designated time. This first visit is to sign various consent forms, talk to the director, and turn in paperwork verifying your sexual history, STI status, and sexual boundaries. You will come back later for the actual event.

The office is decorated in whites, grays, and pinks. It soothes your jangled nerves. If you think too much about it, you know you’ll run back out the door, so you don’t. You go through each step slightly detached from your body.

The receptionist greets you with a friendly smile and directs you to sit on one of the plush couches while you wait for your appointment.

Only a few minutes later, you are called back into the office to talk with the director, Erin. She greets you warmly and you sit down in the chair across from her desk.

“How are you? Nervous?” she asks and chuckles when you nod. “It’s ok, I’m sure I would be too in your shoes, but I promise we are going to take good care of you.”

Your nerves calm slightly as she speaks with you. She’s just a normal woman in an unusual business. Her relaxed and professional demeanor gradually allows you to unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders.

You listen attentively as she talks you through the various consent forms.

“Ok, last one,” Erin places yet another sheet in front of you. “You have the option of being recorded. It’s totally up to you. There won’t be anyone else in the room besides you and Marcus, great choice by the way, but we can set up a few cameras if you think you would like that. The footage would go home with you, and we would never use it without your permission,” she pauses while you take in the information. “Just check the box next to the option you’d like. You can decide afterwards if you’d like our editors to take a pass at it or if you’d prefer to be the only one who ever sees it.”

You stare down at the options on the paper in front of you. Do you want to be recorded? The rush of arousal that just flooded your pussy says yes. You only get one night, why not give yourself the option of reliving it? You check the box indicating you’d like to be recorded and sign your name at the bottom of the form, sliding it back across the desk.

“That’s everything for me,” she places all the papers in a neat stack on her desk and smiles at you. “You are free for the rest of the afternoon. Come back here at 7 for the main event. Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. You and Marcus will have as much time as you need to talk and get to know each other before you do your scene. There’s no rush. Do you have any questions?”

You should have a million questions, but Erin has been thorough and you’re still not letting yourself think too hard, so you shake your head and stand up from your chair. Erin leads back out to the waiting room.

“We’ll see you later tonight!” she says as she shakes your hand one last time.

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How many videos have you watched that were filmed in this room? You look around the simply furnished bedroom in disbelief. You are actually here. At the center stands a large comfortable bed, dressed in soft white linens and pillows. The padded headboard is situated between two windows, the gauzy curtains let in the soft light of the fading sun. On either side of the bed are nightstands stocked with towels and lube, things that are probably kept out of sight when filming for real, but they are at hand tonight in case you need them.

Cameras have been placed on tripods at a few different places around the room, but no one sits in the chairs beside them. Lights blink on their fronts indicating they have started recording.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Erin says heading back towards the door, “Marcus will be in in a few minutes. I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”

You nod and she leaves. You take a few calming breaths and sit down on the edge of the bed. You’d chosen to wear a simple sundress over a new underwear set you picked out special for the occasion. You smooth the fabric over your legs, drying your damp palms in the process, as you wait for Marcus.

He doesn’t make you wait long, the large doors open, and he enters with a smile.

He’s wearing a soft gray t-shirt and jeans. He’s barefoot and his short brown hair is casually mussed. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you stand, and he makes his way over to you.

“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he says.

“I know,” you blurt out. He chuckles and looks down sheepishly. “I mean, nice to meet you,” you fumble, embarrassed, then introduce yourself.

“I know,” he responds with a wink and a smile, which you return gratefully. He’s already setting you at ease. He gestures for you to sit back down on the bed, lowering himself to sit next to you.

“Erin says she explained everything to you, I just want to reiterate that there’s no rush. We can talk for a while.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” you stammer. “I… uhh… do you like working here?” you ask, grasping at the first coherent thought that flits through your head.

“I do,” he smiles. “I love my job. I love working with beautiful women, like yourself, and making them feel good.” His eyes trail appreciatively up your body.

Your skin warms at the compliment.

“Can I ask,” he continues, “what prompted you to enter the sweepstakes?”

“Oh, well,” you laugh nervously, “I haven’t had the best luck with men lately and the idea of being with someone who really knows what they’re doing really appealed to me.”

“I see. You’re in good hands. Not to brag, but I definitely know what I’m doing.” Marcus’s dark eyes flash. Heat and want flood your body, burning away the nervousness.

“I bet you don’t have trouble dating. That is if you’re not married… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking.”

“It’s ok,” he chuckles. “I’m not married, and you’d be surprised.” He runs a hand through his brown hair. It looks soft. Soon, you’ll get to touch him and find out.

“I… uhh… I think I’m ready,” you swallow thickly.

“Ok,” he responds. His deep voice rumbles through your body. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod as he moves closer to you on the bed. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing Marcus’s eye, before he closes the space between you.

His plush lips are soft on yours as he cups your jaw with his large hand. He plies you with gentle languid kisses. Kissing Marcus is like slipping into a warm bath. You feel yourself melting into him as he eases you back onto the bed.

His mouth moves to explore your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He draws his nose along your throat on his way back to your mouth, lips firmer now, more insistent.

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your throat. He responds by delving into your mouth with his tongue. His hands roam down your sides to your legs, fingers inching up under the hem of your dress.

“Is this ok?” he asks, breaking the kiss. You nod. He pulls your dress up and you help him draw it over your head. He pulls his own shirt off at the same time, tossing the garments into a corner.

You’ve watched his videos so many times, but nothing has prepared you for being inches away from this glorious man in the flesh. His golden skin glints in the fading light. You admire the breadth of his shoulders and how his body tapers down to his trim waist. He is not overly muscled, but strong and firm. His jeans hang low on his hips, hiding the apex of the V that disappears into them.

Your fingers itch to touch him and you realize with a start, that you can.

As he bends back down over you, you run your hands over his warm, smooth skin – down his arms and the planes of his back. You explore his neck with your mouth as he settles beside you and opens himself to your curiosity, humming contentedly with approval.

You make your way down his chest, touching and licking every hill and valley along the way, until you get to his jeans. You look up at him, kneeling between his legs, mouth watering.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he smiles and sits up, abdominal muscles flexing with the effort. “Let’s get you out of this pretty underwear first.” He reaches around your back and unclasps your lacy bra. You allow it to fall down your arms without any hesitation. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be naked with him.

Marcus’s tongue slips between his lips as he takes in the sight of your bare breasts. He ducks his head down and pulls one nipple into his mouth. You gasp and dig your fingers into his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady.

His mouth works you expertly, tugging and sucking in a way that sends jolts of electricity through your body. His wide palm cups your other breast as he tweaks the nipple between his fingers.

His mouth comes off you with a wet pop. He drags his lips up your neck then pulls you into a fevered kiss, holding you firmly against his front. You can feel his erection against your stomach through his jeans and you whimper.

Marcus eases you down to the bed and draws your underwear down your legs.

“Can I taste you?” he rasps, needily.

“Yes,” you breathe. “But…”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Marcus pauses his movements, brow furrowed with concern.

“I’m… umm… I’m not as flexible as the women you work with. I don’t think I can… hold myself... the way they do.” You chew your bottom lip.

Marcus concern melts away, “That’s ok. Most of those positions are just for the cameras anyway. You tell me if anything is uncomfortable and we’ll do something else, ok?”

“Ok,” you reply.

Marcus smiles as he lowers himself between your knees. He kisses the inside of your thigh, and you shiver. He works his way down your leg to your center, inhaling deeply as he reaches his target. He moans appreciatively and the sound sends tingles across your skin.

The first swipe of his tongue through your folds nearly lifts you off the bed, you’re so worked up. Marcus wraps his arm around your hip and spreads his large hand across your abdomen to hold you down.

“Your pussy is delicious, sweetheart.”

Your breath comes in shallow pants as you look down at the beautiful man between your legs. He holds your gaze and smirks as he lowers himself back down to your cunt.

He positively devours your pussy. He sucks and flicks at your clit with his tongue in between long, firm strokes from your entrance to your sensitive bud. You are reduced to a puddle of whimpers and whines under his ministrations. You want to watch what he’s doing to you, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can’t help but fall back on the bed and bask in it. His nickname is definitely correct.

He slips two fingers inside you, stroking your upper wall. Your body shudders and shakes while Marcus watches you with hooded eyes.

“Do you want to come like this?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

“God, yes. Yes, yes, please yes,” you beg, and he chuckles before sucking your clit into his mouth again.

His warm, wet, firm mouth winds the coil in your belly. You feel yourself approach the edge of your orgasm and let go. You’re falling… gasping… shaking… overcome with the pleasure radiating through you.

Marcus continues to stroke you through your climax, watching intently as you come back to yourself. He draws his fingers out slowly, sucking them into his mouth with a moan, before moving back up the bed next to you.

“Do you need to take a break?”

You shake your head and look over at him, smiling. “I want to see you.” The post-orgasm dopamine rush is making you feel brave.

“Absolutely.” Marcus rolls off the edge of the bed and stands, looking down at you. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, freeing his erection.

You’ve seen his cock so many times, but it’s even better in person.

Thick and slightly curved. Long but not scarily so. In a word…

Gorgeous

“Thank you,” he says smiling, eyes crinkling, apparently you said that out loud.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and look up at him, “Can I?”

“Of course.”

You take him in your hand, reveling in the intake of his breath at your touch. You stroke him from root to tip before dipping your head and retracing your path with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he exhales as you take him in your mouth.

He is heavy and firm on your tongue. He places his hand on your head, not pushing you to take him deeper than you want but reassuring you that he’s there enjoying this as much as you are.

Your need for him grows with every twist of your hand and suck of your mouth. When it becomes too much, you pop off and look up at him.

“Will you fuck me now?”

“Yes, please,” he responds, voice heavy with want. He bends to kiss you again. Moaning into your mouth as your tongues tangle together needily. You scoot back to the middle of the bed, and he follows you.

“Do you have any requests?” he asks between kisses.

“You choose, you’re the expert.”

Marcus laughs as he moves between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. “Let’s start here.”

He slides his way in slowly, stretching you open. Your eyes flutter closed as he fully sheathes himself in you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.”

“So do you,” you manage to choke out as he starts to thrust into you. Each stroke of his length dragging along your walls and hitting places deep inside you that you didn’t know existed.

He pushes one of your knees up to your chest, opening you up and allowing him to go even deeper. It’s not uncomfortable with his strong hands supporting you.

“Fuck yes,” you cry out as he repeatedly hits something inside you that curls your toes.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and suddenly you’re spiraling again, pulsing rhythmically around his cock.

Marcus curses, pulling out of you to bury his face in your pussy, fingers gripping your thigh. He laps at your fluttering hole as you writhe underneath him.

You’ve barely come down from your high when he urges you to roll over onto your stomach. He spreads your legs and slides into you as he drapes his long, lean body over yours, pressing you down into the mattress. His strong arms frame your head as you twist to see him.

He nuzzles into your neck as he slowly drags his cock in and out of your wet heat, building up the pressure in your abdomen yet again.

“You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?” Marcus whispers in your ear.

“I… yes… please… so good… don’t stop,” you babble.

Marcus trails his nose down the back of your neck, making you shiver, as he continues his unhurried pace, driving you higher and higher but not giving you enough to break.

He pulls out and lifts himself off you. You whimper at the loss, but he rolls you onto your side and pulls you back into his chest, banding his arm across your ribs.

Wrapped in his embrace, he lifts your top leg and enters you from behind. He reaches between your legs to stroke your throbbing clit.

You reach behind and grip the back of his head, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you, holding on for dear life.

You’ve never tried for three orgasms on your own, let alone with a partner, but Marcus is quickly bringing you to the brink again.

“Where do you want it,” he pants in your ear.

“On my stomach,” you whine, keening as you get closer and closer to the edge.

He presses and holds your clit as he thrusts hard and quick. You come again with a silent scream as the force of your orgasm punches the air from your lungs.

Marcus moves from behind you, laying you on your back, to kneel next to you as he strokes himself to completion. You manage to open your eyes and watch him grit his teeth – tendons standing out in his neck, veins bulging in his forearms – as his spend coats your stomach. You are so glad you agreed to the recording.

He collapses on the bed next to you, breathing hard. After a few moments, he reaches over to the nightstand to get a towel and begins gently wiping you clean.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fucking fantastic,” you answer, beaming at the ceiling, still floating in a post-orgasm haze.

“I’m glad,” he chuckles. “This was really fun.”

“It was. Thank you.” You both roll on your sides facing each other.

You can’t believe this actually just happened. You’re expecting to wake up to discover it was all a dream at any moment, but your dreams are never this good. You smile at Marcus, and he smiles back.

“I’m always hungry after filming, would you like to get something to eat?” Marcus’s question catches you completely off guard.

“Really? You want to have dinner with me?” You search his face for any sign that he doesn’t really mean it, but he looks completely sincere. He has proven to be the kind, open-hearted man you thought – and hoped – he was.

“Yeah, do you like pancakes? There’s a diner I like not too far away.”

“I like pancakes.” You answer tentatively, not sure what his intention is, but open to spending more time with his lovely man in whatever way he is willing.

“Great, it’s a date,” he winks.

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Gallavich Lovefest 2024

Hello, lovelies! Here are the "prompts" for this year's Lovefest, as well as posting rules (please read those!). Under a read more because it's quite long. :)

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Everyone who wishes to can participate. You can post any number of posts you wish to, and you can also treat these as ask requests (thus the numbers). Please remember to add your own impressions.

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lunamochii · 1 year

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Catching your attention || jake sully x fem!omaticaya reader

—+> notes; minors dni, this is a smut so read with caution😝feedbacks is always appreciated! Reblogs are ok🤍

Catching the attention of Toruk Makto was never easy, no matter how you dress yourself up. Wearing the finest top, handmade by you. It seems his eyes were just set towards his goal. It has been years already ever since he was pointed as the new Olo’eyktan still he haven’t choose a mate yet.

You, a mere Na’vi, all you can do is pray and wait for the hunting party to come back safe and sound but it can’t still be avoided that they come back with bruises. You were only given a chance three to five times to patch up Jake and those times you hoped time would slow down.

Sighing you comb your hair and decided you will hault your antics on catching his attention for a week, as you decided to give up. You decided to wore the beaded top your mother gave to you when you became adult. You only adjusted a few things so you can still fit the top, you love it. One of your favorites. Letting your hair fall down and only braiding strands of hair each side, you decided to venture out.

You got up and walk towards your tent but before you can even pull the curtains blocking the entrance, your tail immediately prop up, the tip of your tail swaying back and forth. Standing before you is Jake Sully, the Olo’eyktan. You gulp down and tried to lower your tail down

“I see you, Olo’eyktan Jake”

You greeted and when your eyes met his you prayed to Eywa that the ground would start consuming you now, his hair is a bit disheveled, he also have a cut on his lower lip, knuckles bleeding on both hands. Your eyebrows arch up and you look at him, he smiled before letting out a chuckle

“I came here wanting to be patch up by you without some scolding, okay? Unlike Mo’at, you patch less harsher”

You scoff and let him in as you grab the bowl where you always put your ointments, you told him to sit down and he you got better look of his back. He also have bruises in there

“Just a mere healer, I have no rights to question you olo’eyktan”

You said and sat down immediately starting to patch him, you rolled your eyes mentally. Just when you made up your mind to give up and here he is, you were so lost in your thought that you were taken back when he grab your wrist

“I said ouch, Y/N”

You blink twice as you grab your wrist away from him and look down

“Ngaytxoa”

You whispered and you look back at him trying to see if he still wants you to proceed, he nodded his head so you went back on patching him.

Jake watch you treat the wounds on his knuckles, not his fault for beating the shit out of those fuckers who talk shit about you. Remembering how they talk about you, it’s like they were undressing you basing on the words they were using. It hasn’t been that long when he started noticing your presence, everytime he comes back he would casually look at your direction. You always look at him with worried expression, if not for Mo’at who always drag him to patch him up. He would come running to you, if his not out for hunting, he would just take a walk to the spots he knew you were going, though he never had the courage to come up and talk to you.

He winced again when you press the cotton like to his cut on the lip again and since he moved, his lips began bleeding again. He saw your brows furrowed and that made him smirk as he lick the blood, Jake saw how your white freckles glow a little bit and that assured him that you feel the same way, sighing he lean his body with the support of his hand that is place behind him, legs spreading making you sit in between

“What are you doing? I still need to patch you up” you look at him, oh how much you want to wipe that smug grin on his lips

“My bruises aren’t that serious, a little talk will heal them”

You can’t hold yourselt back and rolled your eyes with a huff you abruptly gather the ointments back on the bowl and was about to stand up when he grab your hand

“Can’t you just put that aside and just sit down with me?”

“You’re acting weird olo’ey—“

“Jake. Didn’t I made it clear that all people on this clan can just call me by my name”

You let out a sigh before putting the bowl aside and sat down again, this time his sitting properly but his legs is still spread out. Trying your best not to look down, you bit your tongue not too hard. Enough to keep your eyes on his face, you notice him eyeing you, his eyes went from your head down to your top, he reach out and let his fingers touch your upper garment making your breath hitch

“Want to know how I got this bruises?” He ask, retreating his hands and placing it on your lap

“It’s obviously from fighting”

“Yeah, fighting those skxawngs who bad mouthed you. You know… I like this top whenever you wear it”

Your brows arching up again, his actions are a bit off but you don’t know how to call it. You know only a little bit of the sky people, back where the current Olo’eyktan came from. His actions are always foreign to you

“Bad mouthing me?”

“Yes babygirl, you’re too pretty and kind to let those bastards take advantage of you”

Now his hand is on your cheeks, cupping it. You look at his hand and you can feel your heart beating fast. You look at his eyes and saw him looking at your way with so much adoration.

“Jake… are you…”

Mentally punching the air right now, Jake finally thanked Eywa that you have finally catch on what his motives are. Knowing that you are waiting for him, he always makes sure not to get that much bruise hoping to see the smile you always have when you see him without a bruise or the way you walk during some feasts, oh to knock out those men who looked at your way. He always wonder why you always dress pretty, thinking you were trying to impress someone. If not for the position his in, he would swoop you off of your feet and take to spots he knows you would love

“I have been eyeing you Y/N, you don’t know how much control to master up just so I won’t scare you away”

You gasp, hands over your mouth. His gaze that never cross yours, thinking his not interested in you. It was only the time that is playing because the moment you will peel your gaze off of him, he would stare at you like you meant the world to him.

Jake place both of his hands on your wait and move closer to you, his tail swaying behind him. He smiled and kiss your cheeks as he rest his forehead on yours.

“I see you, Y/N”

You couldn’t even move, as if you were glued to your position. Breaking into a sob you hug him then pulled away as you smile sweetly at him

“I see you, Jake”

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The kiss you shared with him started off soft then turned into a passionate and fiery one, he got you sitting on his lap sideway, your legs spread open for him. His one hand cupping your breast underneath your beaded top. Your tongue dance with his as he fingered your cunt with a certain speed. He would only move away from your lips to give your left nipple a soft nibble then goes back kissing you

“ma Jake sl-slow down.. hng…”

You let out a breathy whine making you throw your head back when you felt him trail his lips down to your neck and graze it with his fangs. You heard him and nudge you to lay your head on his shoulder, as he use his thumb to play with your clit earning a moan from you.

With shaky hands you wrap one held on to his neck, your legs trembling as you can feel yourself coming. You burried your face on to his neck as you close your legs causing him to stop fingering you

“What’s wrong? I can always stop, yawne”

“No no… it’s just.. I’m shy to cum when you’re looking at me..”

You said and peek at him. He smiled and kiss your head as he pull out his fingers and your insides felt lonely without his fingers. He rub soothing circles on your stomach as he showere your face with kisses

“Don’t be. Tonight is the only start of us making love.”

You lick your lip and kiss the side of his lips as a sign he can continue, your breath went uneven again as you open your legs and his three fingers slide back inside with no trouble. You were practically a mess right now, your lips parted together as you chanted his name, groping your breast as you shuddered, as you came his fingers never stop fucking you. You found yourself squirting and when you were about moan loudly, he catches your lips and shove his tongue in.

Saliva dripping at the side of your lips as you grab on to his arm, he pulled away and you watch him take his fingers inside into his mouth. He made a pop sound the moment he took his fingers out

“On fours baby, I want to fuck you from behind”

You simply nodded as you got in fours, he practically tore your lower garment the moment he was behind you. You let out a moan when you felt his tongue slid inside you. The feeling of his large hands groping your ass, made you clench around his tongue earning a groan from him and it turned you on more

“Damn baby! Next time, sit on my face so I can eat you out”

Jake gave your ass a slap before removing his lower garment too and use some of your juices to rub on his cock. He lick his lips before slipping his cock in, he let out a sigh as his hands trail your spine and lightly tug on your tail, earning a yelp from you. He knew that his cock would fit just right for you. He slowly move his hand up and down on your tail and in seconds you were already begging for him to move, guess you really are sensitive on your tail

“ma Y/N even if you cum now I would still fuck you on every position I know”

“If you would stop rubbing my tail then I won’t! Please! Just please move Jake!”

He smirk and let go of your tail then place his hands on your ass cheeks and began to move. At first he started slow, observing you. You had your face down on the ground, hands not supporting you anymore. He then began moving faster and faster, spanking your ass time to time, you motion him to move down so you guys can kiss, on the process of coming down he trail his tongue on your spine then sliding it inside your mouth

His hand reach for your clit as he rub it, muffling your moan on the kisses as he move harder and faster. The squelching sound is so erotic it made you go crazy, him giving you double penetration is the last thing you want. He move away from the kiss and use his other hand to set your hair aside and bit down at the nape of your neck

“Fuck! Jake!”

He smirk and kiss the bite mark as he pulled you up by using your hands, both of his hands now on your breast, kneading it as his moves got sloppier

“Coming… I’m coming ma Y/N”

“Give it to me, ma Jake.. please!“

He let out a deep growl before releasing deep inside you, his practically groping your breast hard as he painted your insides white. You had to cover your mouth with your hands not wanting those whoever outside and passing by hear you moan.

The both of you collapsed on the ground with you laying on of him, you can hear his heart beating fast. Still connected you move and sat up, you let out a winced when you felt his cock throb, you look down at him and his already holding his braid, a smirk on his lips

“Looks like we forgot to bond, this calls for round 2, right my love?”

Oh Eywa, will you ever be sleeping today?

#atwow angst #atwow fluff #atwow imagines #atwow fandom #atwow neteyam #atwow x you #neteyam #jake sully #lo’ak #jake sully x y/n #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #atwow jake

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kckt88 · 4 months

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Cruel Intentions - SNEAK PEEK!

Summary:

Two brothers who attend an elite university make a bet: to deflower the new dean's daughter before the start of the new semester.

Warning(s): Language, Drug Taking, Slight Homophobic Language, Bet Making, Maniplulation, Kissing, Loss of Virginity, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex (M & F Receiving), P in V, Safe Sex, Major Character Death.

MODERN AEMOND x O.C

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE - CRUEL INTENTIONS

Word Count: TBC

Taglist -

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

“I accept-now what are the actual terms of the bet?” asked Aemond.

“You know the new dean’s daughter-“

“-Reese Hargrove?” asked Aemond.

“Yeah, that one-little miss prim and proper thinks she too good for anyone, so I say we knock her down a peg or two” replied Aegon.

“-And how do we do that?”

“You will seduce her and then discard her” said Aegon.

“Seriously? That’s too easy-not even remotely enough of a challenge, got one of those moron friends of yours to do it” laughed Aemond.

“Did I mention that she’s a proper daddy’s little princess-“

“Again boring” said Aemond yawning.

“-And a virgin” replied Aegon smirking.

“How’d you know that?” asked Aemond curiously.

“I take it you didn’t read her little manifesto in the University magazine” asked Aegon as he threw a copy onto the glass table.

“Menstrual cramps?” asked Aemond as he glanced at the front cover.

“Shut up and turn to page sixty four” snapped Aegon.

Aemond rolled his eye and picked up the magazine, he flicked through the pages until he found the one, he wanted.

“Why I plan to wait by Reese Hargrove-Jesus christ is she for real?” asked Aemond.

“Oh, she’s daddy’s little angel-a paradigm of chastity and virtue”.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as Aegon ripped the magazine from his grasp.

“Let’s see-boring, boring, boring-I love my parents, boring, boring, boring-making a mature decision-oh here, she has a boyfriend named Trevor, been going out for a year and he understands” said Aegon mockingly.

“Trevors gay” snarked Aemond rolling his eye.

“My point is-you and I have fucked our way through most of the girls at university, which is hardly a challenge anymore”.

“So, all I have to do is fuck her and I win the bet?” asked Aemond.

“Pretty much-but if you’re thinking it’ll be easy then your wrong-” muttered Aegon.

“How do you even know that?

“Remember that up tight chick I told you about over Easter?” said Aegon.

“The one who broke your nose after you tried to finger-wait that was her?” asked Aemond trying to stifle his laughter.

A girl with some bite to her-now this could be interesting.

“Yes, it was her, proper humiliated me in front of everyone so now it’s payback time”.

“So, this bet is just your desperate attempt at getting revenge against a girl who wasn’t interested in you-for fuck sake Aegon” muttered Aemond running a hand through his sandy blonde hair.

“Oh, cut the moral high ground shit brother it doesn’t suit you-or do I need to remind you of the time you fucked your way through all four of the Baratheon sisters in the space of a week”.

“Far point-so I fuck Hargrove and then what?” asked Aemond.

“Providing you have proof of the deed being done, then I’ll let you fuck Alys” replied Aegon.

“What does Alys have to say about all of this-” mused Aemond.

“Well of course I asked her before I discussed things with you, and she agreed-“

“-Just like that?” asked Aemond disbelief.

“We have a semi open relationship remember-as long we tell each other that we want to fuck someone else, then it’s ok. Sometimes we even share” shrugged Aegon.

“Well, I’m not into sharing” growled Aemond.

“Do you seriously think I want to see your bare arse-no thanks. I just meant that me and Alys are open to many forms of expressing ourselves and our love” said Aegon.

“-And you’re ok with her potentially fucking your own brother?”

“You have to win the bet first” laughed Aegon.

“-And if I fail?”

“I get your car which I will make sure to fuck Alys in” quipped Aegon smirking.

“Fine-you’re on” said Aemond holding out his hand.

“There was me thinking you’d need a little more convincing” said Aegon smirking as he shook his brother's hand.

“Thing is, can you imagine what this would do for my reputation? Screwing the new deans daughter before the semester starts” mused Aemond.

“Would be one of your greatest victories-aside from the school nurse that you fucked last year, I’m still surprised they didn’t kick you out for that” said Aegon reaching for his silver cross necklace and pulling away the end.

The white power lingering on the small scoop spilled over the edge as Aegon lifted it to his nose and inhaled it in one sharp breath.

“Speaking of getting kicked out-if mum and dad see you doing that again, they will go crazy, they told you last time that there were no more chances” said Aemond.

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them-besides you need to start making nice with Reese”.

“I suppose this would make an interesting chapter”.

“Oh, gee your journal, could you be any more queer?” said Aegon.

“Could you be more desperate to read it” smirked Aemond, his grip tightening around his leather bound journal.

“I would say good luck brother-you’re going to need it-besides it might be worth mentioning that you only have a limited time in which to get Hargrove into bed” replied Aegon.

“What do you mean?”

“Her father’s preoccupied with getting ready for the new semester, so Reese is staying at our aunt’s place for a few weeks, but I also know that she’ll be spending the last two weeks of summer break at her grandmothers-so that means you’ve only got four weeks to win the bet” said Aegon.

“FUCK” exclaimed Aemond as he turned on his heel and left the room.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond x oc #aemond x original female character #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #hotd smut #aemond #aemond smut #aemond one eye #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #alys rivers

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md-confessions · 2 months

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Trigger Warning for abuse since I am going to be talking about it a lot.

My honest reaction to TSM anon's confessions/posts trying to justify J's treatment of N. (They're so ass)

Ok so uhh... Anyway I'll try to debunk some of the points:

First of all: yes the fuck she is abusive! Search the damn definition on Google or the dictionary, it's exactly what she's doing, like beat for beat.

Let's start with two examples: one from the manor and another from copper-9.

J kicking N in the manor flashback: for context N and V had literally just bumped into each other, made a spark and both were trying to clean up the mess they made, then comes in Ms. Tenth letter of the alphabet with a kick to N's face for like no fucking reason whatsoever.

J stepping on N's chest while he clearly struggles: In the pilot during the scene that introduces the Alphabet squad during J's introduction she has her foot on his chest while saying he's useless, terrible and if she could, she'd kill him herself and N is very clearly struggling to even breath.

Those two very clearly ARE abuse, the second one even has a tinge of verbal abuse!

Ok so TSM tried to justify both these actions by us not knowing the full context.

The context of the kick is that: there is none, that kick was completely unprovoked, so J had absolutely no reason for kicking N aside from him being in her way from the "move it moron" line, and she changes up her attitude completely at Tessa being there, her visor showing those hollow eyes that drones show when worried or scared.

But even if you say "oh but N was in J's way so she kicked him out" but she could have just, you know, MOVED A LITTLE BIT TO THE RIGHT?!?!? And also that does not excuse kicking a person in the face.

Context of the second scene is: THERE IS NONE, ONE AGAIN! The reason that scene exists is to show that A. J is abusive towards N, and B. J is a hypocrite! Let me explain, A is very self explanatory, stepping on someone's chest and verbally abusing them is very clearly well... Abuse and B is to show that even though she calls N useless, N has shown throughout the rest of the series he is a very competent fighter, arguably better than his fellow DDs and also that even though J was pretty much insulting N for being weak, she got killed by a Angsty bisexual 18-year-old with a pen and a Railgun made out of like, scrap.

I don't know how you can genuinely look at those scenes and go "J isn't an abuser" even though yes she fucking is.

Also I dead ass forgot that second post aside from the "why would Cyn put N in the squad if his abuser?" Part, which has a very simple explanation: it wasn't Cyn, it was Mr. Solver of the absolute fabric itself! It used Cyn as a host, Cyn wasn't in control, she prob has been dead for a long ass time.

The solver is sadistic and it likes fucking with the alphabet squad, take V as an example: it allowed V to keep her memories, just to make V's trauma even worse.

The solver thinks it's funny to traumatize people so why wouldn't it think putting a person in the same team as their abuser wouldn't be?

Anyways I've been typing this since 5:30 AM, and now it's 6:50 and I got school so I'll stop here, if you got anything else to add put it in the reblogs ig...

Final note: I haven't been abused myself (not that I remember) so I can't really fully grasp the concept, but still, J's treatment of N is like, the dictionary definition of Abuse, I'm very bad at understanding other people and their emotions and I'm not super great at analysing characters but this shit is so obviously abuse seeing TSM over here trying to say otherwise is giving me a brain aneurysm.

Anyways have a good day/evening/night or whatever time of day it is :D

#md confessions #murder drones #abuse cw #serial designation j #serial designation n #serial designation v #md cyn #the absolute solver

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kanmom51 · 9 months

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JM choosing a song about a phone call?

Coincidence are you saying?

Yeah, I'm not sure about that.

I guess it's JM's time to jikook code. Now that JK is busy with his promotions.

And now, this is an interesting one:

JM's caption to his #ThisisJimin dance.

Papago translation to JM's caption:

While IG translation to his caption is:

😱

IG is definitely a jikooker, cause wtf?

🤣

Also, if those two can call each other 'bro',

why can't they call each other 'girl'?

Is this a reach?

Actually, I don't think it is.

See, when I was first told that it's a common way for queer men to address each other I was "ok", shrug, "but is it relevant in this case" (she thought to herself).

And then, after JM's little dancy dance, I went looking.

And as much as i detest Reddit, it is a place where some interesting conversations are had (love Smosh's "am I the asshole?" and reactions to Reddit).

This is actually a thing.

Like it really is, lol.

But anyway, with or without it, "girl" meaning whatever it may, this is for all those heteronormative assholes looking to stick the fuckboy heterosexual man image to JK (who is literally only singing lyrics to a song he didn't even write):

youtube

Ah, and have you seen this?

Yep. Definitely fuckboy talking.

The only thing this man is tapping is this.

Oh, and I already mentioned JM's outfit happening to be oh so very similar to JK's in his dance practice, haven't I? A dance practice that happened to be released on the same day a couple of hours before JM posted this dance clip.

So yeah, there you have it.

JM called, JK answered.

Or was it the other way round?

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #JK #Jimin #JM

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alittletaste · 2 years

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TWISTED FATE

↳ In which Harry and Y/n have breakup sex which results in something that will change their life forever.

Warnings: This contains smut so please be 18+ if you are going to read! Hope you enjoy this, please remember send some asks about the fic and to reblog! I appreciate it 🫶

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Harry and y/n were in love. They had been in love ever since their first maths lesson together, where they sat on the back table, next to the window, all those years ago. Harry had a slight cold that day and y/n had a whole load of tissues to lend him, that little exchange led to many years of happiness and contentment.

However, recently, there was no spark, no happiness or contentment coming from their relationship. Harry and y/n were at two very different stages of their lives; Harry building his brand and career as the CEO of Pleasing and Y/n, finally got her degree and was ready to become a teacher. They had different wants and needs which ultimately led them to this current conversation.

“I think we need a break” Y/n spoke, sitting next to Harry on her bed, they were on the edge, and he had come over to ironically speak to her about the same thing.

Breakups were weird, some would involve outrageous screaming matches whilst others took place during a civilised conversation. Breakups were two people wanting two different things and that was ok, if fate was on Harry and Y/ns side, it would for sure bring them back somehow in the future, if not, it’s ok. They were more than happy with staying just friends; after more than 5 years together, they weren’t at that stage where they could just let each other go completely.

“I was thinking the same” Harry replied, rubbing his hand over his face before turning to look at his now ex-girlfriend. He had just come back from a meeting in the office, dressed in a custom Gucci suit, he now looked odd in Y/ns bedroom. Had he always looked out of place or was it the fact that she’s broken up with him so the dynamics were different?

“So this is it?” Y/n spoke awkwardly making Harry let out a tiny chuckle. He leaned back on the bed, resting upon his folded arms, looking over at Y/n, his eyebrows raised.

“I mean, I guess so” he replied nonchalantly. “But I think we should break up the proper way” he further added, wiggling his eyebrows at Y/n. It was nice to see that the banter was still there, she thought as she let out a giggle.

“Hmm, and how is that?”

“Breakup sex” he deadpanned, looking at Y/n in the eyes.

“I think you might have to guide me through it, I’ve never had breakup sex before” she spoke as she slowly climbed on top of him, making him grin.

“Neither have I, but I’m sure we’ll be just fine” he chuckled making y/n giggle against him, she took his lips into her own and hummed into the kiss.

“This might just be the happiest breakup ever” Harry chuckled pulling back before leaning up to take Y/ns lips into his own again. The kiss felt like a bolt of electricity travelling through the both of them. Their lips clashed against each other and tongues battled for dominance, Harry winning. They were stuck together as he swung them over, trapping Y/ns body beneath his own. He was rutting into the mattress as his fingers trailed up and down her body.

His fingers came in contact with her clothed breasts, squeezing down on one gently causing a moan to erupt from her. His lips were now at her neck, pecking at her skin softly as they trailed to her ear. Y/n bucked her hips upwards, against Harry’s hard figure. She felt the very obvious boner he was now supporting and smirked, pulling his head back when her fingers tangled into his hair. She licked a stripe up his neck causing him to shiver beneath her agonising touch.

“Need you to fuck me one last time” Y/n whispers into his ear. Harry groans from on top of her, feeling the urge to strip naked and take her hard and fast. She sighs against him as he pulls back to slowly strip himself from his clothing, throwing the Gucci suit all over Y/ns bedroom floor. Once he was done he slowly helped get his ex naked, taking off her top and throwing it on the floor to join his clothes. His fingers expertly worked at her bra, unclipping it within seconds and then tugging at her panties. His hungry eyes followed Y/ns every move, he saw the way his touch left her with goosebumps and the way her nipples were hard, aching to be suckled and touched.

His hands caressed her boobs first, followed by his mouth, probing and nibbling at them. She threw her head back in pleasure and laced her fingers around the back of his head, into his hair. She loved the feeling of his mouth on her sensitive breasts; she could feel his touch jolt to her core.

His fingers travelled lower, parting y/ns thighs and slipping between her folds. "Oh..." she breathed, squirming against his touch as he toyed with her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Harry watched her face for her reactions to see how she wanted to be touched. He stroked a particularly sensitive spot and her hips lifted off the bed, eagerly seeking his hand. Staying in that spot with one hand, he used the other to slide one, then two fingers inside of her.

"Harry..." she whined, her eyes shut as she bucked against his hands. He nuzzled against her breasts again, rocking his hard cock against her. He could feel the way Y/ns wet and warm walls tightened and clenched around his fingers egging him to curve them. The new position made him reach places deep within y/n, making her yelp as she lost all control, climaxing with his name on her lips. When she came down, he slowly removed his hands and slid them up to settle on her hips

"What do you want?"

"You," Y/n says whilst catching her breath. "On your back."

"I can manage that." Harry grinned, rolling over to the other side of the bed on his back after licking his fingers clean. His heart pounded faster at the thought of seeing y/n in control one last time in bed.

She wasted no time in straddling Harry’s hips, capturing his face with her hands, her thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks as she went in for a hungry kiss. Her hands slid down his body to meet his, and she laced their hands together.

With a lift of his hips, Harry used his free hand to guide himself to her entrance, slowly sliding in making her gasp as he seethed into her.

She moved up and down on top of him, quicking her pace as Harry moved his hands to her hips to help keep her steady. His thrusts upward met y/ns, and a groan escaped his lips. “Fuck” he growled, his lips going to her breasts as they gently tugged and teased her nipple.

The once quiet room was now filled with the sounds of their fucking, their moans and whispers of sweet nothings blending together. Harry tried to hold back for as long as possible, but y/n felt too warm, too perfect, and looked too gorgeous as she rode him into the mattress. His fingers press down hard against her skin as his hips were still against her, his cock twitching inside of her and his balls clenching, Harry groaned his release inside of her.

He took a mental image of Y/n's blissed-out face, her eyes clenched shut and her breasts bouncing with each thrust he gave up and into her. His fingers raced to her clit, giving it the attention it was missing, the sensations sent her over the edge alongside the feeling of Harry’s cock twitching inside of her, his cum filling her up deliciously.

She collapsed against Harry’s chest. He ran his hands up and down her bareback, kissing into her hair, his breathing still a bit ragged as he came down from his high.

“That was a good last time” she mumbled against his skin, she could feel the rumble of Harry’s chest as he let out a chuckle.

“I agree” he continued drawing patterns on her back, cuddling for the final time. “I’m sorry we couldn’t work out, I desperately wish we did”

“I’m sorry too, maybe in the future”

“Maybe in the future” Harry agreed, nodding his head and kissing into her hair again before helping her lift off of him. He tapped her on the bum and smiled a sad smile. “I need to go now, I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, see you” y/n spoke from the bed, watching as Harry slowly made his way to his clothes, he tugged on the now creased suit and made his way out but not before shooting y/n his million-dollar smile and a wave.

As soon as Harry stepped out and Y/n was sure he was gone, the tears started making their appearance, slowly falling down her face. Even though it was a mutual and healthy breakup it still hurt. A breakup was still a breakup and she wanted nothing more but to have her love, her boyfriend, her everything back in bed with her.

***

Y/n hadn’t been feeling well, at first she put it off to the aftermath of a breakup. She thought the heartbreak caused her to eat unhealthy which ultimately caused her stomach to feel unwell but it had now gone on for too long.

The nausea was getting worse and so was the dizziness and Y/n knew these symptoms were not the aftermath of a breakup. She wasn’t naïve or stupid, she knew these symptoms were due to something else and when she realised she had missed her period, that only further added to her suspicion.

“Harry” she clutched her phone in her hand, her voice breaking as she called his name. He had answered after the first ring, like he had been waiting for her all this time.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked, sensing the tension in her voice, his own heart now thumping against his chest wildly.

“I-I don’t know” she spoke, every word coming out as a whisper, y/n knew she looked weak but it’s how she felt. She felt so stupid for potentially getting pregnant with her ex’s baby, she felt stupid for putting pleasure before anything else.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me” Harry excused himself from the room he was sitting in, walking back into his own office to fully give y/n his attention.

“I-I think I might be pregnant” y/n was now fully sobbing, her chest hurt and her eyes were swollen from the tears.

“Y/n, look, calm down, I’m coming to you now. D-did you take a test?” Harry asks, trying to diffuse the situation.

“N-no”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about yet, yeah? Hold up, I’ll be at yours with a few tests” he already set off, letting his assistant know that he was going to take the rest of the day off.

“O-ok, drive safe”

“Will do, I’ll be there soon. Don’t cry, it’ll be ok” Harry comforted as best as he could as he drove down to the local drug store, grabbing a couple of pregnancy tests and making his way back to y/n.

There’s a hurried knock on y/ns front door, signalling that Harry was there with the tests in his hands, the tests that would soon determine Harry and Y/ns future.

As soon as she swung her front door open to see Harry standing there, his hair a little unruly from which y/n could only guess was his fingers tugging at it, he was dressed in a brown Gucci suit, wearing brown Chelsea boots to match. Harry was holding a blue bag full of pregnancy tests and he held it out for y/n, making her burst out into tears, she had tried to fight them but just couldn’t.

Upon seeing her, he reached forward, pulling her into a hug. “Come on, it’ll be ok yeah? We’ll figure it all out, we’ll be alright I promise” he reassured, rubbing y/ns back and guiding her back into her apartment.

“Whatever the results are, I’m here for you. We might be broken up but I still care and if you are pregnant, I’ll do whatever I can to be a part of the baby's life” Harry spoke softly, looking at y/n, who now wiped her eyes and nodded. She took the tests upstairs with her so she could at least have some privacy when she was going to pee on them.

Once she was done, she bought them down, all five of the tests, and settled them onto the table in front of her and Harry. They waited patiently, and weren’t all that surprised when they said positive.

“You’re pregnant” Harry confirms, his eyes watering.

“I’m sorry” y/n whimpers, crying again but Harry shushes her, quickly pulling her in for a hug.

“Hey, look at me angel” Harry guides y/ns face-up and to himself.

“I know it’s unexpected but I’m so beyond happy to be having a baby. It’ll be a new challenge but we’ve got this, we’re a good team yeah?” Harry asks, making y/n nod.

It was going to be a long road but Harry and Y/n knew they were going to be alright because they were going through this together, even if they weren’t a couple.

#harry styles blurbs #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfiction #harry writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles oneshot #dad!harry styles

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nereidprinc3ss · 4 days

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i’ve been dying to talk about how jj is not at all evil and terrible as some people paint her out to be after the events of 14x15 truth or dare

and also why i adore her and will as a couple

and lari just reblogged pro will lamontagne content so i’m going to post this draft from when i was watching that episode before i forget to again. i cannot stand for anymore jj or will slander

warning i criticize spencer once dont doxx me please 🙏

ok listen i love jemily but i ADORE jj and will as a canon couple, they are so supportive of each other and im watching the aftermath of truth or dare and it is my belief that jj was completely honest with will about her feelings for spencer. i think she was confused by her own feelings toward spencer and was honest with will about that seeing as they had been together for like a decade or something by that point and had a family together. i think when jj confessed to reid that she loved him it was never with the intention of abandoning her kids and husband, they were half formed thoughts and feelings that she wasn’t even sure of herself. that’s why she couldn’t answer spencer when he asked if she meant it at dave’s wedding because she herself didn’t know. and when she’s shot in 15x1 and then in critical condition in 15x2 will says jj’ll want to see spencer when she wakes up. i think he knows everything that went down between her and spencer and was really supportive of her working through it because he knew at the end of the day she was not going to leave him. jj was never not going to choose will and her kids, and because of that was able to be honest with will about her feelings. i think will knows how special jj and spencer are to each other but wouldn’t actually see spencer as a threat to his marriage because he knows jj isn’t leaving him. she was truly in love with him, whereas she was more in love with the idea of spencer, or cared about him so deeply she confused it for romantic love.

i like this a lot more than the narrative that jj is a selfish bitch for being willing to give up her whole family because of spencer. i don’t think that was ever going to happen, i don’t think she was ever going to tell spencer she loved him, and she was never going to pick him. if she hadn’t been forced to she never would have brought up her complex and confusing feelings for him because they at the end of the day didn’t warrant a conversation. she picked her life, and it was with will. she literally told spencer she never intended to tell him about those feelings because it wouldn’t change anything. there was no reason to have done it until she was forced. jj is not selfish and she is not a bad wife!! in fact i think she is the opposite of selfish!! she’s not perfect but lets not hold her to that standard because remember when spencer reid choked out a pregnant woman? yeah so do i!! everybody makes mistakes 🩷

#jennifer jareau #show thoughts

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gracie7209 · 10 months

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Amaryllis Epilogue

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluffy-fluff, reflection- (of more than one sort? I’m on one today. Don’t mind me lol), happiness, loved ones, we get to meet Reader’s momma! (Her English isn’t great so we will see her and Reader speaking Spanish) tiny sliver of angst? Lemme know if I forgot anything!

Summary: Just before your lives are set to change yet again, you and Frankie each get a moment alone to reflect on how life has brought you to where you are now. Santi saves the day yet again!

A/N: Guys…… This is it! We have officially officially reached the end of this story and I’m a whole mess of emotions. The has been such a labor of love and learning for me. It’s my very first fic and also the very first piece of writing I have ever shared with anyone. As previously mentioned, I have several new WIPs and I cannot WAIT to get to work on them! For everyone who has commented, liked, reblogged, asked questions or shown even the tiniest bit of love for my little story, I just want to thank you with everything I have. I have wanted to write since I was little, but could never put pen to paper until I forced myself to write a little 100 word Drabble, which literally turned into this series. The Pedro fandom alone has literally changed my life in so many ways and I will forever be grateful. So anyways....... Thank you all so much!!!!

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When he sees himself in the mirror, Frankie is all nerves.

Checking and rechecking his hair, making sure his tie isn’t crooked… worrying the little patch in his scruffy beard that refuses to fill in.

His palms are sweating and his stomach is doing flips, but he’s unbelievably HAPPY.

He never thought he would be here. Never thought he would ever want to be doing this, but you had changed his way of thinking in more ways than one.

It had always terrified him to feel as though he were tied to something. Or so he thought…

In reality, he never felt he was worth enough for someone to ever want to be tied to him. The things he had done, the horrors he’d seen? The nightmares he still endured would run off anyone who might be even the slightest bit interested. Damaged…

Valid.

He was damaged. There was no way to come out from that other side and not be. But to those who weren’t there? Ones who could never understand what he’d been through? They would only pity him and he didn’t want that.

He just wanted understanding. Wanted someone to accept him as he was, without trying to fix him.

And then there was you. You never looked at him like he was damaged. You knew about things and yet you never held anything against him. You knew the atrocities he’d seen and those he had committed, yet you never backed away from him or looked down on him.

From the beginning, Frankie felt a connection to you. He didn’t know what you’d been through at the time, but there was an understanding there - “We’re not defined by our experiences Frankie,” you’d tell him.

“We simply learn from our mistakes, grow into better people, and if we are genuine, that’s all that really matters. —You yourself told me something similar at one time, remember?”

Frankie smirks at the memory. Shaking his head, as he gets back to the task at hand.

...

He doesn’t think he can tie it any better, so he takes one final look, takes a deep breath and smiles at himself in the oversized mirror. Just a small half smile, knowing that what he was about to do was going to change his life forever….

And he was ready.

—

It doesn’t start to sink in until about ten minutes beforehand that you are actually going to marry Frankie today. You’re in the small guest room, waiting for your mother to stop fussing over you already and to let you look in the mirror. “Mija, todo tiene que ser perfecta!” (Everything has to be perfect)

“Mamà, está bien... ¿puedo mirar ahora? Ya casi es hora de irse..." (It’s ok….. can I look now? It’s almost time to go…)” There’s no malice in your tone as your mouth turns up into a silly smile that you just can’t seem to hold back.

“Ah, si mi hermosa luz, creo que estes lista. Ven agora, and a y mira.”(Ah yes my beautiful light, I believe you are ready. Come now, go ahead and look.)

You stand up and slowly walk over to the full length mirror. The look on your face doesn’t at all match the sheer joy you feel in your chest. The initial shock wears off, but the weight of the moment hits you then; You’re marrying Frankie today. This incredible man who barreled his way into your life and decided he wanted to stay.

To see yourself in your mother’s wedding gown and jewelry, knowing that Frankie was waiting for you had your eyes welling up with tears. You silently prayed they stayed put as your mother had fussed with your makeup for a small eternity and Lord help you if you messed it up. So, you forced the tears back, albeit they were happy, joyous, singing to the choir tears that would surely fall once everything was said and done. You were more certain now in this choice, in Frankie, than at any other time in your life..

You gave yourself one final look in the mirror before turning back to your mother. Grabbing her small hands in yours and kissing her forehead, you silently thanked her for everything she had done for you; today and everyday.

“Ok Mija?”

“Si Mamà, Estoy lista.” (Yes, I’m ready.)

—

The ceremony was modest, with only close family and friends in attendance, but you were blessed beyond reason.

Those in attendance included your mother, who had brought along your Aunt and your two little cousins all the way from Cuba. You hadn’t seen her in ages, and this was the first time you’d gotten the chance to meet the little ones.

Frankie’s Mom and Step-Dad had flown in from Texas along with his older sister, which had been a surprise to the both of you, having never gotten to meet them prior. They welcomed you with nothing but warmth and love. Your previous apprehension at making a good impression, falling away the moment his mother wrapped you in her arms as she introduced herself.

She also took little to no time in latching onto your and soon-to-be Frankie’s son, her Grandson. Who she happily spoiled rotten from the get go and volunteered to be in charge of during the ceremony, giving your own mother a well deserved break as she had been deemed (by herself) as the primary babysitter.

And of course, Santi, Will and Benny were front and center. They would’ve all been groomsmen if you and Frankie had decided to have a wedding party. Instead you both opted for just a simple service. Santi would still supply the rings, but aside from the preacher, it would only be you and Frankie standing at the altar.

—

It was time.

You took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly as you turned the small corner to make your way to Frankie.

As you slowly made your way down the aisle, you didn’t expect to become breathless at the sight before you.

The expectation was that, the Bride-to-be would walk in and a hush would wash itself throughout the room. All eyes on her as she made her way to alter to join her fiancé.

You were sure your anxiety would rear its ugly head at being the center of attention, and had tried to give yourself a pep talk before walking inside. However, the moment you laid eyes on Frankie, you nearly stopped in your tracks.

You realized at that moment that you had never seen Frankie wear anything remotely resembling dress attire, let alone a suit and tie.

It was always jeans and a t-shirt, jacket when necessary and work boots… always work boots. He looked good on any given day and there had never been an occasion up until that point for him to “dress up.” But, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him…

His hair was still a disheveled mess of curls that you loved to run your fingers through. Not too long, but long enough that the ends would curl behind his ears. He just wouldn’t be Frankie without them, so you were grateful he didn’t try to tame them back. He was also wearing his glasses, which he had been trying to wear more and more these days as he couldn’t stand to wear his contacts after having gone without them for so long.

His tux was your normal coat and pants, but completely white, with a black bowtie and shoes with a shine that could blind a person if they got too close. You don’t think you have ever seen someone so beautiful in your life and he was yours.

You had managed to keep your pace steady all the way to the alter, even though you had half a mind to just run and get yourself there that much faster. Your mother was waiting up front to take your bouquet and give you over to the man you truly wanted to spend your life with. She kissed your cheek before turning to Frankie and offering him your hand. As he took it she wrapped both yours and Frankie’s hands in hers, saying she loved you both and giving a firm squeeze before letting you go and sitting back down at her seat in the front.

Frankie took both of your hands and whispered from under his messy bangs, “Are you ready?”

You couldn’t speak so you just nodded, trying not to cry before the preacher even had a chance to talk.

You tried to concentrate on the words being said, the prayer being read to the audience, but you could only focus on Frankie’s smile and his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into your hands. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. Frankie was sure as stone and after you both repeated your vows and placed the rings on each others’ fingers, Frankie lifted your veil, seeing your lips quirk up into a smile and he kissed you. In front of all of the people who mattered to you the most in this world.

His kiss was equal parts strong and soft with his hand coming to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist. You didn’t dip, but he held almost all of your weight as he put his entire life into that kiss. Letting you and everyone else know that you were it for him.

—

When you both came up for air, there was nothing but big smiles and happy tears from everyone around. Benny was hooping and hollering, and even Will had his hand to his mouth letting out a piercing whistle that echoed throughout the church. Santi was clapping along with the others, with an almost forlorn expression that seamlessly slipped back into a playful smile once Benny clapped him on the shoulder, joining in with everyone else in raining congratulations on the happy couple. Frankie took your hand and raised them both entwined up toward the sky as you walked back down the aisle, side by side, as husband and wife. The both of you more than ready to begin this new chapter in your lives.

Together.

—

Two hours earlier -

“Rings, rings…. Uh, shit!” Santi is looking around frantically, shuffling papers and patting down his pockets, seemingly having misplaced the rings he was in charge of.

“Haha, very funny pendejo…. Now’s really not the time to be fuckin’ around…” Frankie’s voice is playful, but when he looks over at Santi, he sees the panic starting to set in.

“Fuck man, seriously? You had one job… !” Frankie is pacing now alongside Santi as they both desperately search for the missing rings.

“Wait!! Wait, oh! Shit haha, we’re good, we’re good, man. We're fine, everything's fine... I just left them on the kitchen table after I grabbed the mail this morning. I only live like ten minutes away from here, I’ll be right back!”

“Jesus Pope! I about lost my goddamn ass over here man… Shit, just go grab them and come straight back, ok?”

“Alright, alright…. You need anything else while I’m out?”

“For fucks sake Pope! Just go!”

“Yep, yep on it!” At that, Santi runs out the door, leaving Frankie to his thoughts for the moment.

He sits down on the little couch in the sitting area and puts his head in his hands. He’s nervous and he wants this day to go perfectly, but he actually starts to laugh when he thinks about the circumstances.

All of this fuss over rings, when in reality, they were just a symbol. A token to show the world that you were his person, and he was yours. And even if Pope had lost them, it honestly wouldn’t change a thing. He was marrying you today, with or without a ring, and he could hardly wait.

—

It only takes Santi about eight minutes to get to his place. Possibly breaking a few speed limits to do so, but he did not want to be the cause of something ruining this day for either of you.

He goes inside and sees the ring boxes sitting right there on the table next to the untouched pile of mail. He lets out a deep breath, muttering under his breath, "Thank you, God!" Checking inside each box, making absolutely sure he had everything before putting them safely in his jacket pocket. Picking up the stack of mail, he quickly skims through it out of habit. Finding an envelope in the mix with only his name and address handwritten on the front with no return address.

He carefully opens it, revealing a small slip of folded paper. On the inside is a jumbled set of numbers and symbols…

Ones that he recognizes instantly—

—

Coordinates.

Coordinates to the money stolen out of the walls of Lorea’s house before it was burned to the ground. Money that was dumped in a ravine to get rid of extra weight that made flying too dangerous. Coordinates that only he, Will, and Benny knew about. Aside from one other person.

Tom.

Tom had found the money.

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