#the thought of him having a much bigger size he was meant to grow into... cute... also painful!

[zillychu]

what if his suit WASN'T shrink wrapped

[nexusnyx]

fuel to fire

#NightSkyChallenge: Prompt 8 —  The night it finally happens. [“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time now.”] [5.8k]

— Joel Miller x f!Reader — Summary: His brain was cursed by words she read not too long ago, even if it felt like a lifetime already. When you come back to him, Joel's hit with the notion—there was no denying what you were. What you meant to him. — A/n: This is a sequel to imagine being loved by me, but it can be read as a stand-alone. I love my old man and I wanted him to have the end of the book. [shrugs] | 🏷️ Tags: pre-established relationship, roadtrip, sexual tension, making out, some horny thoughts (& promises), a more possessive!Joel than I'm used to; Ellie & Reader bond; pre-smut build up.

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ㅤㅤㅤdo you want me on your mind ㅤㅤㅤor do you want me to go on ㅤㅤㅤi might be yours as sure as i can say ㅤㅤㅤbe gone be faraway 🎧

Coincidences were not real.

When the third so-called coincidence happens, saving not only Joel's but also Ellie's life as consequence, he knows something bigger than him is happening.

Of course, his ear is ringing when he realizes that, and he's in shock for the countless moment in his life—frozen and unable to stop the panicking heartbeat rising inside his chest because he almost died, again, and Ellie almost died, again, but something intervened and—

it's you.

Joel's chest expands. It grows what feels like two sizes, and he gasps. Out loud.

The two bandits who only just a minute ago tried robbing him and Ellie are dead on the ground, and yet, all Joel sees is you. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs — his whole chest itches with the despair that the sight of you causes, but what wins is the knot in his throat, the sting in his eyes, the undeniable wave crash of relief over the fact that you're here.

Joel dashes.

He runs to you, his own feet moving before his brain is back to functioning.

Hugging is not something he does.

He's cradled you in his arms before, he has slept in your arms and had you sleeping on his chest, all tangled in his limbs, but hugging is like kissing.

It's intimate. Raw. He avoided it for the longest time, much like he ignores the idea of feeling anything or still being alive.

Still — When his arms wrap around you, they do it tightly.

His scream is kept inside, and Joel only breaks in your shore with how much he feels for the fact that you're here, you're here. He crashes against you, hugs on tight, squeezes, inundating you with his smell of blood and sweat and Joel — he's shaking, but beyond caring. You're here.

If you mind the way he throws himself at you, it's only for a second. There's a moment of delay when Joel's trembling is too much for him to have space to realize how rigid you've turned out of nowhere, and then — it's gone.

The incessant and annoying goddamn ringing from the shots is continuous. His ears register your voice nonetheless.

"I expected a lot more screaming, but... this definitely makes up for the sixteen hours drives."

He feels your arms wrapping sort of weirdly around him.

He recalls there's a gun still in your hand, and that's probably why — Joel knows your finger's off the trigger, and he just wished you'd press your hands on him, gun or no gun. Your hands are stronger than they seem and he's missed them.

Knows you're shaking, too, and not because he feels it, but because he knows you hate fire weapons.

His hands hold onto the back of your head, hips, he grips your arms.

So, not a dream. Or a hallucination.

"You're here," he babbles.

"I'm here," you confirm.

Joel buries his nose in your neck, in your hair, smelling you. He can barely soak up your words and his body is in too much shock to feel the hug that's grounding him, but the more he feels you, the more he's okay.

It's only when Joel hears the sound of his name being screamed that everything slots back into place again with a click.

"Joel!"

Ellie.

He whips around, panic rising again over a new reason.

The wild monologues that start whenever she's around danger go at hundreds of miles per hour. The 'is she okay did she get hit is she hurt are you hurt is everything okay' —

"Are you ok?" he echoes, hands still resting on your shoulders.

Ellie's eyes are on you instead of him.

"Who's this?"

Joel turned his right side to Ellie — the habit of keeping his good ear to you seems to be sewn just as tight as ever in him, and he hears your scoff before your words. "This is so fucking insane."

Ellie looks over to Joel. "Yeah, I'm ok. You know her?" she asks again, all in one breath.

He nods. "I do." His hand squeezes on your shoulder, hyper-aware out of nowhere that he isn't alone anymore on this, and they are still alive. Because of you. He turns to you. "I trust her. This is my —" fuck, he always hated this part. "Uh — we lived together."

"Hi." You offer Ellie your name, plain and simple, then turn your head to Joel. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Ellie's not done with her questions. "If you trust her, why wasn't she with you when you and Tess went to get the battery? Or when you made the deal to take me?"

"Because Tess and I needed her to stay and take care of things 'till we came back," he answers. The implicit 'we never came back' hangs in the air, and Ellie's posture changes.

The only reservations in her shoulders evaporate, and she nods.

That's all she seems to need to accept you — an explanation and the guarantee that you have his trust; Joel's surprised by how fast she is to trust his words. His judge of character, or situations, and not for the first time.

"How did you find us?" Ellie asks, and this time, it's directed at you.

It's Joel who answers, though. "She's one helluva tracker, that's how."

He sees you nodding at Ellie, and wonders if she said something in reply that his ears missed.

Joel's hand touches your face, still in awe. You lean against the touch, but his eyes don't miss it when it happens — the sweep.

"Where's Tess?"

Joel's stomach sinks.

It's been exactly three days since the Hotel incident.

Since Henry and Sam.

Since the taste of mourning, death, tragedy. All of it still lingered in his mouth, clouding his brain, creating tension between him and Ellie. The cycle of life, the fragility of everything and everyone around has made him uncomfortable since the outbreak, and even though all he craved was to offer the girl comfort, Joel was unsure he still knew how to.

Bile still rises high in his throat when you mention her name, and Joel feels for her death.

This time, it's an empathy feel — he feels it for you, and he's surprised when there's a tangible second wave of it; when Joel's eyes find Ellie's, she's looking away from you two.

Grief carries a heavy weight, and it becomes inevitable that it shows in the face.

"Oh," you say.

He doesn't hear it, but he sees your lips forming the word.

Joel hates the world, but he hates how impossible it is that everyone is doomed to living in it. Whether one wants it or not.

Fingers squeeze around his hand, and Joel looks into your eyes waiting for his. "Let's go. You can tell me everything on the way. We're heading to Wyoming, right?"

Ellie's widen at you, and Joel wonders how long it'll take for the hero worship to start.

He had it within two days of meeting you.

"We are," Ellie replies.

"Okay. We should get out of here. Ellie, right?" You let go of Joel to walk in her direction. "You okay, kiddo? Is anything bruised, something we need to look at before we get in the car?"

Ellie's look exchanged with Joel carries an entire conversation, and when she turns back to you, Joel realizes the weight she puts on his words.

"Ah — don't worry about me. I'm kinda — of immune. To the whole thing. It's why the grump over there's risking his neck to take me and everything. So. No need to worry. I'm all good."

You take in her words, look back at Joel in search of confirmation in his features and when you find it, you say it again. "Oh." His approval means things. He realizes that now, right there and then, because of both Ellie and now you.

That's all you need to believe it.

Joel needed a month, denying it to himself over and over until he was blue in the face, Tess was gone, and nothing fucking happened, and all it took was a slight nod from him for you to turn back to her and say,

"Well, immune or not you can still sprain something or get hurt. So — are you hurt? 'Cause we tend to any bruises before we keep going, and we really need to keep going. I'm sure these two idiots weren't alone."

Ellie moves her whole body as if doing a complete scan and nods to you, sharp and more obedient than she usually is with Joel. "I'm okay."

He sees you narrowing your eyes at her. "Ok. I'll believe you know yourself well enough to let us know if you need anything." With a tilt of your neck, you ask. "How old are you?"

"I'm fourteen. How old are you?"

"Oh, way older than fourteen."

"Really?! You look kinda young." Ellie grabs her backpack from the floor and swings it on her back, and you share a look with Joel before answering.

"Ah, I know. Looks can be deceiving, though. I was your age when the outbreak happened," you share.

Ellie gasps. "No way."

"Yes, way." You chuckle. "C'mon, old man. We need to get going. These roads are really dangerous."

It's horrendous how much can happen in such a short span of time.

Joel updates you on everything on the first night you three camp together.

Despite your numerous trips of over ten hours to catch up to them, you're the one behind wheels. It makes it easier to avoid Ellie's first-moment curiosity, to keep up a good path since Joel's eyes can focus on tiny details much better than yours, and you two need to go only a few hours away to know you've built up enough space between anyone who might've seen and wished to follow you guys and the impossibility of being found.

Setting camp mid-woods is easy. The kid — Ellie, fourteen, loud-mouthed, persistent, a volcano waiting to erupt — is good at following instructions, and she's been under Joel's systematic thumb long enough to know a lot without even needing a nudge.

By the time nightfalls arrive, Ellie's eyes are drooping.

You're re-organizing the supplies and only listening to her and Joel's short back-and-forth. It's entertaining, as much as it pokes at your curiosity.

He seems — comfortable.

In his own way.

He answers her, checks up on her, scoffs at her terrible attempts at conversation sometimes.

"Are you gonna finally sleep today?" she asks once her body's tucked inside the sleeping cot.

"She's here," he nudges his chin towards you. "So — yeah."

That means he's been up for some reason. Probably has something to do with the mess you found in their trail. With the tension that's so obvious in the air. That fragile and thin layer of something unsaid — something big and sad that happened and dented the air around them. You'll find out soon enough.

"Good." Ellie gets a little more comfortable inside it. "You're a little annoying without your beauty sleep."

You snort at it — it's too hard not to.

Joel gives you a pointed look, and you still notice the little aura of pride inside Ellie's bag.

It takes an hour before you're finished organizing things to your liking.

The tidying up was a way to placate you. Being in Joel's presence again sent you into disarray, even if you'd been searching for longer than a week already.

When he seems to deem the silence good enough — or maybe it's Ellie's deep quietude and lack of movement — Joel speaks up.

"How long did you drive? And how often?"

You turn to him, securing the trigger on your gun. "Longer than ten hours. A few days."

"The car?"

You roll your eyes. "You really think that gorgeous blue pick-up's the only car Frank's fixed over the past decade?"

Joel only nods. "How bad was it? Our trail?"

At that, you pause. Take a moment to respond, swallowing down the knot of guilt and bitterness you convince yourself is inexistent. "Bad." Just like Joel ignores the idea of feelings and living, you ignore the bile in your throat due to death. Horrors. Things you do or see. "Really bad, Joel."

He sighs and looks down at his lap, slowly. "Fuck," he mutters. "Fucking hell."

"Yeah."

"How worried should I be?"

"Not that worried. Whoever was in charge seems to be gone — the group's a bit of a wreck and whoever sent those few guys to find you will have a lot of other priorities besides a man and a kid they never met, I think."

He takes a while to nod at that, reading between your lines for the first time since the re-encounter.

I took care of it.

No one was coming after him, or the kid. Not now, not ever.

Not as long as you breathed and had a saying in it,

Joel opens his mouth and closes it. He looks away from you to say, "I've been trying my best, but — it's fucking hard."

"Of course it is." And of course this mountain of a man would be blaming himself. "I wouldn't have been able to find you two without it, if I'm being honest, but — there were more people coming after you two than I anticipated. You both and a Sam and Henry?"

Joel's head snaps up, and there it is.

The reason behind that thick and slimy feeling around him and Ellie — the veil of something you were absent to witness but still could smell in the air.

"What happened?" you ask.

Joel looks over at Ellie's sleeping cot, sighing once more. "You wanna know just about them or... can I go from the start?"

"That'd be nice."

"Alright." So he starts from the top. From the day he and Tess left for the batteries and came back with a mission that was supposed to have them only for a few days, but instead, took her away from this Earth and pulled him miles away from the QZ and everything he knew for years.

Joel tells you everything, and while he speaks, all you can think of is how good he looks. How you can breathe now that he's here, and you hold onto that because if you think of the rest, you'll crumble. Like always.

Tess.

No— Joel tells you about their visit to Bill and Frank. You focus on that.

"There was one for me, too," you whisper.

Joel's moved to the same tree you're sitting under, finding comfort by your side. "One what?"

"A letter."

His shoulders stiffen. "Oh. That — makes sense. Frank really liked ya."

"I didn't read yours. Don't worry," you knew him well enough to know he liked his privacy.

Joel snickers. "Nothing in there you wouldn't know. Bill was a grump, they were happy in the end, and he told me I could get anything I wanted from the house to help keep my — mine happy."

"Damn. Being married kinda merges you, huh?"

"What d'you mean?"

"They sound kinda the same. Bill and Frank — or at least, their letters did. Frank told me that amidst all the disarray there's still a chance for luck, I should lean on my gut more 'cause it's always right, and I could get whatever I wanted."

Joel hums. "That's nice."

"Yeah. I, uh—I buried them." You hate how your eyes sting at the memory. You can feel Joel's eyes on you, so you turn to him. "They — from blood to earth. They deserve a full cycle."

The way he stares at you makes you wish you could read minds. Inside, your chest tightens with each detail you take note of him. The cuts and bruises do nothing to deter his beauty away.

Joel has that look of sharp edges and impenetrable walls, but his eyes are his doom — yours can barely look away from them all the time.

They carry everything.

The guilt, the missing, the hopes he wished to bury so many feet under, the uncertainty and fear that no one can escape.

You sit right next to him and listen to all of it, and when he's done, you wished you had the excuse to hug him again.

You wished you felt confident enough in what existed between you two before he left so that you could lean over and kiss him.

Offer him comfort.

All you can offer is, "Thanks." He's told you everything. He's tired. The bags under his eyes are deep. You wished you could run your fingers through his hair until he was fast asleep, like you did a few lucky times. "Get some rest. I'll sleep in the car tomorrow. 'm keeping watch."

Joel's out within two minutes of laying down.

Even though he secured his body on top of his right side, in ten minutes he rotates, turning his body to you.

You keep watch with a smile on your face.

Women are... tricky.

Joel feels a little lost at first, and then it just amplifies.

When he wakes up, he can smell the food you've cooked already. You and Ellie are sitting side by side, talking — he breathes in deep and focuses his ear.

"...remember all that well, but it's not good when you do, too. I remember everything, and what good does it do?" you're saying.

Ellie's eating, slower than most times. "That makes sense. What was your favorite place to eat?"

"KFC. Fuck, I loved those wings so much."

Curiosities about the past she never got to witness. You were a much better source of information than him and he's happy Ellie's asking you. This way, she can get more than a few grumbled answers. He tunes out, and decides he can snooze for a few more minutes.

In the next two days, he's granted by the weirdness of what it's like to be outnumbered:

When you're in the car sleeping, Ellie asks about you.

Her first question, obviously, is: "So — I'm confused. I thought you and Tess were together? But now — I kinda think it's you and her? Oh my god, were you three a thing? Is that something adults do? Is it, like, allowed?"

Joel grips the wheel a little tighter and pushes down the desire to tell her to be quieter, damn it. "She's a light sleeper."

"Gotcha. Keep my voice down." In a lower tone, she repeats herself. "Was she your girlfriend?"

"No." Joel stayed out of the illusion one could have partners in this world.

"So it was you and Tess?"

"Also no."

"Dude, you can't lie on both fronts."

"Why does it matter?" he asks.

Ellie shrugs, shoving her face between both front seats. "It doesn't, not really—"

"Please, sit properly."

"—but like, curiosity might and definitely will kill me if you don't answer," she sits back, at least.

Joel sighs. Looks ahead of the road and remembers the smell of pages mixed with the innate scent of you. "We... were close."

"You and who?"

"First Tess. Didn't really work. But —," Joel points at you. "We did."

Ellie gasps, out loud. Joel has to suppress a stupid grin that wants to come out — he knows she's watching him from the rear mirror.

"You are so grumpy, how the hell did you get with her?"

All he does is shrug his shoulders.

Ellie sits in silence for a few seconds. "Why didn't you kiss her? When you saw her?"

Because I never wanted to do something so badly. I was terrified. I was never terrified before both of you showed me I still have reasons to.

He shrugs his shoulders again, and avoids looking to his side.

The sight of your neck always lured you in — drove him crazy.

Seeing it and missing how it smells is the last thing he needs.

Joel needs focus.

Too bad all he wants is to listen to you read.

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His brain was cursed by words she read not too long ago, even if it felt like a lifetime already. When you come back to him, Joel's hit with the notion—there was no denying what you were.

Girlfriend was such a silly word.

It sticks to his head when Ellie uses it, and he has to look away from your knowing eyes for the next two days to come.

Girlfriend is stupid. Neither you nor Tess were ever his girlfriend.

Tess was a partner. She was a friend, she was like family.

You... you were solace. Peace, and light.

There was no denying what you meant to him.

The words you read to him that never left his head are what he last thinks of before he falls asleep.

"Oh, the dead past that survives in me and that has never been anywhere but in me! The flowers from the garden of the little country house that never existed except in me! The pine grove, orchards and vegetable plots of the farm that was only a dream of mine! My imaginary excursions, my outings in a countryside that never existed!"

There are a few days ahead left of driving before you three can say you're close to your destination, and Joel cracks on a cold night.

After Ellie sleeps and you two clean up the weapons you found on the abandoned warehouse, he turns to you.

"Did you bring The Book of Disquiet?"

Your eyes widen at the question, brows going up in surprise.

"You want me to read to you?"

So she brought it. Joel smiles despite himself. "All I've had these past days were horrible puns. I could use a good readin'."

"You laugh at her horrible puns," you argue, and the smile's growing on your face too.

"So do you," he accuses.

"Yeah," you admit. "She might need to work on her delivery still, but some of them are quite good."

The book comes out from the confines of your backpack, and Joel wished he still saw that glint in your eyes when he was close by.

Flames dance in your eyes when he whispered too close to your ear before — that fire; he misses it like a lost limb. It could heat him better than whiskey, and he hasn't seen it since you arrived.

Still — your voice is good enough for him.

Even if Joel sleeps with the ache in chest; the itch to touch, to feel, to possess. He drifts close enough to feel your body heat, and lets the words brought to life by you to lull him into a deep rest.

The Book of Disquiet ends, and you brought no others.

That means listening to more of Ellie's joke book. Telling Joel the short tales you have engraved in your memory. The jokes always come in a good time — you see in Joel a light coming on again when she draws the line for the first pun, and you imagine it must've been a while since he last heard it; Ellie tells only 'the best ones' as she likes to call, and some of them are actually worth it.

Hearing Joel laugh is a gift.

Nothing's ever just good. The cold arrives and with it comes real, pressing worries for your every day trip that go beyond the people and the clickers and, well, staying alive — things like the road, freezing to death, hypothermia.

Despite having all those things running daily marathons in your mind, most of your thoughts are interrupted with musings about is how fine Joel is. How warm he looks.

How warm you know he is.

The memory's not enough. In dreams, you're consumed by them. Joel licks the nape of your neck in your kitchen, presses you against tables, whispers filthy things in the middle of packed corridors; Joel in your dreams is the man you simultaneously wanted to run away from and make a nest of his lap at the same time.

Now, he's... different.

Ellie brings out in him the parts that you never got to meet.

You want to devour them.

Taste them at the tip of your tongue.

Joel's a father. It should be the furthest thing from hot, it should be anything other than attractive, but it is.

His stern looks at Ellie and the twists and turns in the road the lead him to being in charge, bossing the two of you around — every time you see the ghost of a man who once existed, all the instances where you catch a glimpse of Sarah's dad, you want to jump him.

It's ridiculous.

Two days after he asks you to read again, you crack.

It's nighttime and you've stopped at an abandoned barn to camp for the night. Hide from the cold. Rest, eat the canned food you found, rest.

All you can think about is him.

Your brain is a looping of JoelJoelJoelJoel, and even when you try to tear your eyes away, the magnetism of his presence pull them back.

You're trapped, and it takes only a few slips for him to notice.

Wind is howling outside, and Joel thought he'd be out from the ache in his bones.

Instead, he's trapped.

The camping was set up inside yet another barn, and the only light came from the lamp sitting between him and you. Joel shared his thermos bottle of whiskey and coffee with back and forth, focusing on how the temperature rose in his chest.

He is so focused that when he notices, it's too late.

Your eyes.

Burning with enough flames to light a whole coast on fire — your eyes are trapped in his hands, following each inch of their movement as he fiddled with the coin, or moved the bottle from hand to hand.

You used to do that a lot.

It was the first thing he noticed about your attraction — Joel could deny the flirty remarks and the way he was the only fortunate bastard to get a smile out of you all he wanted, he could bitch about how it was far from his fault that he was the only guy decent enough for you to like among his group of friends back then, but the staring—no.

The staring closed the deal for him.

He caught it when he was playing the guitar, back then.

Now, you just seemed lost in a trance, and so, Joel was trapped.

Once again, like fly caught in a web, he was glued to you.

"Thought they'd lost their effect on you." The words drift with the wind, carrying his low voice.

When your eyes snap up, finding his, he knows you understood. There's another glance where you seem to shiver under your coat, and Joel swallows thickly. Memories flood his eyes, nose, tastebud.

'Like — fuck, your fingers feel so good, Joel, fuck!'

'So thick inside me — ohmygod. Please—yeah, around my neck, like that—'

'I can't shut up you know I can't fuckin' shut up, your dick's fuckin' perfect—gimme your fingers, please.'

"Don't think that's possible," you finally answer.

Joel dares to take another look. You're looking at every inch of him apart from his eyes, and it pains him. Before he left, Joel had his body wrapped around you tighter than your coat is right now, and there's distance between you now that he has no clue where it came from.

He nods. "Sure is." Moving them to look at their back and palm, he shrugs. "They're just — hands."

"They're one of my favorite parts about you, and you know that."

The words do something to him. They sink a hook in deep, deep waters. "There's a list?" He asks. His voice comes out all small and surprised.

You chuckle. "I mean..." you trail off, looking to the distance, then inside to where Ellie's asleep. "It's you. 'Course there is."

His brows furrow.

"There it is." Damn it, he thinks. "The permanent scowl."

Joel forces himself to breathe, relax. The ghost of your fingertip pressing on the part between his eyebrows, smoothing out the skin is what gets him to crack. To step out of the trap and into something more familiar.

He misses you, and pretending he can escape the reality that people start to matter whether he wants to or not is not happening, the same way that pretending he stopped feeling things never stood in the way of him going to your door at late hours of the night in search for your body heat and your mouth to kiss — not for distraction, or comfort, or release, but because he could think of nothing else.

Joel liked to touch you because ever since he did it, doing it again popped into his mind as often as the sun rose in the sky.

He gets up from his wobbly, weak chair, and takes a seat on the hard floor, grunting with the effort.

Fuck his age.

He sighs, and decides to just throw it out there.

He looks up until he finds your eyes, no matter if you'll look into his soul or not. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I can't — " no, not can't, "I don't want to even start thinking about what that one over there's doin' to my head," he points with a finger to the inside of the barn, "and when you arrived it just made it all so — fuckin'," he stops again, grunting with his lack of eloquence. "It's all so much bigger, y'know? With you here, I just—I'm never not scared now."

"Even when you're sleeping?"

Joel laughs, humorless. "When I sleep I either dream of Ellie gettin' shot 'cause I missed that day, or you gettin' bit 'cause you tried savin' one of us, so no, baby. Not even when I'm sleepin'."

"Joel."

"C'mere?" he asks. He pats his knees, and when you follow the gesture, Joel's knocked in his chest by the speed with which you get down from your chair and join him on the floor, straddling his lap in a second.

Everything becomes so much warmer.

Joel wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. Your heels entangle together on his back, and Joel's never been more comfortable. Your weight brings him that — silence, and warm, liquid peace. He rests his head against your chest, feeling you wrap around him just as tight. Hugging him, rubbing your cheeks on his hair, and his face.

You two must look like a stupid sight — squeezing each other and acting almost like animals marking territory, but the permission for intimacy is too inviting. Too earnest, too needed.

It's only when you two sync up your breathing that you calm down.

Joel pulls back to look at your face, but you've buried your face in his neck.

"Baby," he calls.

"Shhh." You kiss his neck, humming in pure delight. Joel feels nothing other than solace. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time now.”

"Have you?"

"Yeah." Your squeeze around his middle says the words are true. "I—I really missed you."

He's unable to say the exact words, but — "Me too." He feels the tickling of your sharp intake of breath, and Joel plants a kiss on the part that he can reach — your temple, cheeks, the corner of your mouth. "'m sorry this is so dangerous."

"Don't be. I'm happy at least I'm here. 's less dangerous with someone else to help."

Only my heart suffers more. "Guess so." Joel's hand squeezes at your sides. "When we get to Wyoming, we can rest there for a few days before we head back to the QZ."

"I'd like that. I need that," you add with a laugh.

"Yeah." Joel cups your face in his hands, thinking all sorts of unholy things. "We can have some privacy there," his voice drops at the idea of it, and so do your eyes to his lips. Joel smiles.

"Yeah?" Your mind is exactly where his is. Joel feels it in the heat rising in your body. "I really miss that."

He gets close enough so that his face is brushing yours; the tip of his nose bumps on yours, then traces your cheeks. "You do, baby?"

"So much."

God, Joel missed the sound of you begging. The last time he was in a community living with you, he was young and stupid. He hated how young you were, how determined you posed and how slick your looks felt. He hated the way he was definitely not the only man interested.

He recalls all the other people who he let talk to you, and his grip around you tightens. "We haven't been back there in a while." Joel licks your earlobe, warranting a whimper. "I ain't gonna let those idiots hit on you anymore, you realize that, right?"

"Why no?" you taunt.

Joel growls deep in his throat, and grinds his pelvis against yours just for the effect — the gasp, and the air leaving your lungs. "Mine." All his. "That's why."

Instead of answering, you crash your lips against his in a starving way.

Joel barely has time to react, but when he comes to himself, responding is even better.

He kisses you for god knows how long.

Until his lips are red, swollen, spit-slick. Until he can feel the heat radiating from between your thighs, feel the slow and subconscious movement of your hips on his. Until you're whining, biting at his lips, opening up for him so good and pliant that it drives him a bit bad.

He kisses until there's no air in his lungs, and then he gets it all back by breathing on your neck, sucking bruises into it and licking them better.

It's only when all the missing is out of both of your systems that the kisses slow down.

They slow, but never stop. Joel makes out with you to make up for what it must be years without a single kiss.

The more he gets intimate with your sounds and the way you can melt and fit against him, the more Joel understands he's addicted, and now nothing will ever get this away from him.

He'd kill for a single kiss of yours.

A look. A smile.

Joel would kill for you, but more than that, and even more dangerous — it seems he's willing to live, too. For you. No matter the odds, or the ways this could go. He lets you cup his face into your hands, pepper kisses all over it, and whisper how happy you are to be here with him, all while thinking:

i'll live for her. i'll do anything, but most of all, i'll live.

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[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Walking I got he old man’s office, Josè already knew what he was going to bargain for. After years of trying and never being able to achieve his ideal body type, he had resulted to drastic measures. Measures that led him to the old abandoned looking store in the back ally of this run down city. He was surprised when the ancient man behind the counter looked up at him and grinned. All Josè had to do was tell the old man his desire and next thing he knew a cold wind blew through the store while old man cackled. Josè was pushed from the store by a invisible force and right before him the door of the shop disappeared as if it had never been there. Leaving him to wonder if after all this time his searches were for nothing.

Turned away from the alley he began to walk back to his car. Another loss in his search for the ideal body he was trying to achieve.

Back in his apartment he skimmed through online forums trying to find something else that could work to help him get what he wanted. He was at a loss. He was willing to do anything to get the ideal body he wanted. Thinking back to his encounter with the old man he was sure that his request “make me bulking bear of a man!” Would have interested the old man but it seemed as though he was mistaken. He slammed the laptop he was searching the internet on and got in bed. Disappointed with the way his day has ended.

During the night tho he began to change. His skin began to take on a brown hugh. He tossed and turned not even aware that his body was changing while he slept. A thick beard quickly grew on his face while it looked as tho a carpet of thick dark hair began to push out of his skin. His nose rounded out as his cheek bones pushed out. Changing the shape of his face while his eyes became a little smaller. His feet thickened and lengthened. Stretching from an 11 to size 16 wide. His feet poked out from the bottom of his covers as he got taller growing from 5’10” to 6’3”. When he woke up the next morning, He was unrecognizable.

Letting out a loud yawn he noticed instantly that his voice was much deeper than it ever was before. His eyes shot open and he propped himself up. Seeing hairy feet poking out of the bottom the blanket he yanked the blanket off his body. Yelping at the hairy tanned body that was under his control. He took time getting ready. Exploring every inch of his body. The hairiness, the bigger feet, and even the bigger package that made him reposition himself. Sitting now with his legs spread eagle so he didn’t crush his new package. Going to the bathroom he took a picture and couldn’t help but smile. Finally having what he wanted.

He went out and for the first time in his life he was happy with himself. Confident in how he looked. Men would stop and. Hawk at him as he was the epitome of a hairy Hispanic daddy bear now. At the gym he couldn’t help but take a picture of himself. Posing while he felt the sweat drip down his hairy body after his first workout in his new body.

He was amazed at the strength he now possessed. He did t think there anything he couldn’t do. He was on top of the world.

When he got back home, he sat down to relax on the couch while he wait for his food to arrive that he ordered. He was committed to keeping this body in tip too shape now that he finally had it and that meant continuing on with his very strict diet of rice and chicken. Which was cheap when he could order it from the Chinese restaurant down the road. When the door bell rang his plain rice and bland chicken was there. He sat to eat the whole time still trying to get used to new bulk he had wished onto himself. Then the smell hit him. At first he thought something was rotting but soon was horrified to find it was his own breathe. Almost like he had halitosis. I. The bathroom he quickly brushed his teeth to get himself his horrible breath but didn’t do any good. It wasn’t long after that he smelled bo. Very pungent and enough to make his own nose burn. He jumped in the shower to wash the stink off. His own feet beginning to itch from the tangled hair and sweat that now adorned them. When he was done with his shower he had a few moments of freshness before the smell was back. Almost as if he never showered! What was worse was even though he has just dried himself off he could feel a heavy sweat droplet rubbing down his hairy back. Josè couldn’t make sense of what was happening. But it had to be worth it if it meant that he was going to be a like this. He loaded on the deodorant and popped some breathe mints. It was already much better than it was before. He just didn’t realize that with a body like this is meant new smells would come with it.

That might be tossed and turned some more in his bed. Just like the night before he was unaware that his body was still changing. Only this time all he did was sweat. The next morning he woke up he was in a puddle of sweat. His bed sounded like a wet spinach as the blankets and sheets stuck to his hairy body. The room smelt like a sauna only this was a permanent smell he would have to get use to.

Walking to the bathroom he thought he heard something. But he couldn’t make out the noise. In the bathroom he ran the water for his shower. Brushed his teeth and breathed into his hand. Yeah. Still horrible breathe. Popping some mints he got in the shower and did the same routine he did the night before. He felt so weird this morning though. He could feel his stomach gurgling. Like gas was building up inside. And when the water was shot off as if on command a loud fart escaped. When he got out of the shower he felt odd. The steam in the room was thick and hard to see. He wiped the mirror down and was scared at what he was seeing. The sound he heard. The gurgling sensation. It was all coming from his stomach. Which was slowly pushing outward.

He tried to suck his stomach in but found it impossible as it just kept pushing outward. Soon love handled formed and would hang over jock straps whenever he wore them.

His body continued to expand. His chest becoming heavy while his arms got even bigger. Soon his weight had had went from 175 to 250!

He didn’t know what to make of everything happened. His stomach was large and round now. Hard to touch. What little fat there was jiggled when he walked. This wasn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t have anything that would fit him now. Everything would be skin tight or impossible to wear. He heard a wicked laugh laugh coming from the door way and looking over he seen the old man. “Get used to it. You’ve got some more weight to gain. You wanted to be a bear. So you’re going to be one”.

[llamagoddessofficial]

I hope I'm not unwelcome here, I was wondering. How do you think the boys would react to a siren MC that was another variety of deep sea siren~? I've been writing a fic with the reader as a deep sea eel siren and it's on my mind since I adore your siren au thoughts!

Ohoooooo

I fuckin love the concept of a gorgeous, dangerous eel Mc. Sleek and dark and powerful. I feel like a deep sea Mc would be bigger than her pelagic counterpart... much closer to the skeletons in size. Not to mention, she’d have some other unique traits, like heightened senses and bioluminescence. 

Sans: She is, for once, something he isn’t used to seeing on his usual menu. Orca are surface dwellers. She’s a curiosity; he adores curiosities. Especially pretty ones. He’s cautious, because she’s clearly a predator, he works slowly... stalking her from a distance, then approaching fast and ducking away at the last second, baiting her into lashing out so he can see how her attacks work. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what her deal is. He’s enamoured with this beautiful, fierce novelty from the deep.

Sans frightens her. He didn’t, at first; he looked like a puny version of the much bigger, much toothier whales who occasionally make the long journey to her depths. But then he started moving- and she realised his danger wasn’t his body, it was his adaptability. He could kill her if he wanted to.

And yet... there’s something about his intelligence. Something about his powerful form as he swims. Something about his unreadable calm, soft smile around her, razor sharp eyelights taking in every detail... she can’t help it, she’s drawn to him. 

Red: ... C’mon. We know this dance by now. She’s big, she’s beautiful, she’s strong- not only that, but she’s mysterious and elegant, a dangerous predator from the depths all decorated in glittering lights. It’s like he’s at a cocktail party and a 6ft buff woman just walked in, wearing a black velvet dress and diamonds- he’s shootin his shot, and nothing will stop him. He likes his ladies capable of killing him. He makes a couple stupid eel-related pickup lines (“girl, are you a coral-dwelling eel? cus you’re my a-moray.” “I’m a conger, not a m- wait,”) and her baffled flustered reactions just cement his growing interest.

Red is... a lot. Not necessarily in a bad way. He keeps shocking her by making her laugh (“gulper? jeez, i hardly know her.”) and she likes the company and conversation. Deep sea sirens don’t tend to do the whole ‘group’ thing, but that doesn’t mean it can’t get lonely, down there in the endless night. 

She also likes the patterns on his body- you don’t see many pretty markings when you live in near pitch-black. He likes when she can’t help but touch them.

Skull: Finally. Finally. Another creature from the deep, another siren like him, who understands his mannerisms and his way of life. A siren who’ll see him as kin, who won’t view him as some kind of strange, unknowable alien. Being around her makes him soft and giddy, he lights up his bioluminescence any chance he gets, he enjoys having that point of bonding with her (he’s smug the others don’t understand their secret language of lights). He gets the overwhelming sensation they were meant to be together... the abyss is so huge, so endless, and yet somehow they found one another? It can’t be chance. The stars aligned. He knows her smell now- he’ll follow her wherever she goes.

A deep sea Mc would definitely feel more comfortable around Skull than she does around the other two sirens. They’re so similar, and she’s much more used to monsters like him; big, dark, strong, slow. She’s still careful around him considering he’s the more frightening apex predator where they’re from- being familiar with something doesn’t make it any less dangerous. But when his tentacles flash and she flashes back, it feels like stumbling across someone who speaks your mother tongue in a land full of strangers.

[kzlove]

OH MY GOD CONNIES SISTER GOT IT GOIN ON😍😍 WE NEED A PART 2🙈🙈🙈

french girl

continuation of connie's sister's got it goin' on

jean takes your night invitation and uses it wisely

warnings : smut, fingering, squirting, light mention of overstim, nude art, marking, not proofread.

note : chill im onnat rn. first smut n it's w JEAN???

-

after jean had eaten dinner with connie, the two of them had gone back to his room and played 2k for the rest of the night.

connie was nice enough to fill the full sized air mattress for him, resting it next to his own bed.

when they were over 2k, they decided to get on valorant with eren and armin.

eventually, connie called it a night and went to sleep.

so did the other two, quietly teasing jean about his little problem earlier and connie's sister.

when time came around, jean quietly shuffled his way into the hallway and stood outside of your door.

were you sleeping? or were you playing with his feelings earlier?

would he look like a fool? what would he even say when he knocked?

jean took a deep inhale, taking his chances and knocking at the door.

he waited patiently for a few seconds, fully believing that you were already in your fifth dream.

he and connie did stay up pretty late.

all thoughts left his mind when you opened the door in a fluffly white towel.

"niña i thought i told you go to- jean." you said in surprise, a warm smile gracing your face.

he wanted to kiss you so bad.

jean nodded, giving you a short smile as he tried to keep his eyes on yours.

"wanted to uhm.. take you up on that offer." jean explained quietly, finally letting his eyes roam down to your towel.

you grinned, before opening your door wider to let his bigger frame into your room.

it was just as he expected. pretty in pink and white.

the led lights were dimmed on a pale pink, giving everything a gorgeous hue.

you had a swing seat not too far from your bed, and a vanity with a gorgeous arm chair.

"i like your room." jean complimented, picking up the sketch book you had sitting on the table.

you never responded, making him turn to see what you were doing.

and jean's eyes widened.

you had dropped your towel and stood there, waiting for him to notice you.

jean took this opportunity to walk up to you, grab on your love handles lightly.

you hummed quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck while you leaned in slowly.

"where do you want me?" you asked, licking your lips as you looked into his eyes.

jean held onto you while taking a quick look around the room.

as much as he'd want to have you on your bed, he felt like the swing chair was good enough for his imagination.

and it also meant you wouldn't have to change your sheets when he was finished with you.

"the swing chair." jean whispered, grabbing a handful of your ass with a small grin.

you squealed lightly, before letting him help you onto the seat.

and the position he puts you in just happens to be one of your favorites.

he has you lay with your head on a throw pillow, face mushed into it partially.

you held a beautiful arch, sticking your ass up in the air.

the breeze on your cunt had you giggling. open access.

jean stood over you a bit longer, stroking your ass slowly while teasing your hole slightly.

before you could properly enjoy it, jean walked away from you.

leaving you anticipating his touch once more.

you watch as he drags your armchair over in front of you, sitting in it with the sketch book and pencil.

"are you comfortable? will you be able to keep that position for me baby?" jean asked, looking up at you.

you nod, smiling at him. you'd do it just for him.

and so, jean got to work immediately.

you watched the entire time as he drew you, not missing the growing hard on he had in his pants.

you grinned, resisting the urge to reach out and grab it right now.

"what are you smiling at?" jean chuckled, looking up at you.

you giggled lightly, the globes of your ass moving with your chest.

"mm.. nothing." you replied, pursing your lips at him and making kissing noises.

eventually, he finished up and slid the book in front of you.

he got the arch of your back perfectly, even going as far as to get your face the same.

your false lashes and all.

you couldn't focus on it for too long though, because jean made his way behind you immediately.

he began massaging your ass, kneading the skin with his big hands slowly.

you looked at him from behind your lashes. "how can i pay you, pretty boy?" you questioned lowly.

-

having a soundproof room came in handy when living with the springers.

when you wanted to stay up as late as you wanted playing music, watching movies as loud as you want, or talking to a few friends and laughing about silly jokes.

but this? might just take the cake.

"mmmh right there!" you cried out, gripping onto jean's hand.

he sat you in his lap in front of your full body mirror, one hand on your throat and the other between your legs.

jean had two thick fingers inside of you, and was stabbing them straight into your sweet spot.

he'd been at it for a while, having you cream on his fingers twice now.

"yeah? you like that?" jean groaned huskily into your ear, sucking on the side of your neck.

you whined, arching your back and attempting to close your thighs around his hand.

jean let go of your throat and forced your legs open, looking at you through the mirror.

"hold em open for me mama. you know i gotchu." jean cooed, pressing honey flavored kisses to your skin.

and you listen to him, beginning to buck your hips into your hand as you cried out even more.

"m'gonna cum again.." you gasp out, grabbing onto jean's bicep as you knocked your head back onto his shoulder.

jean sped his fingers up while rubbing tight circles on your clit with his palm and your brain instantly turned into mush.

you could barely hear anything, save for the wet sounds of your pussy echoing throughout the room and jean's heavy sighs.

it was almost like he was enjoying it more than you were.

you gasped loudly, before biting into jean's neck as you squirted all over his hand and your mirror.

jean let out a groan, watching as your pussy gushed all over the floor and his hand.

"good girl~" jean cooed, coaxing you with soft praises as you released.

he pulled his fingers out slowly, watching as you caught your breath while running your hand up and down his arm.

when you let out a breathy 'whew' and sat up, jean smiled at you through the mirror.

"good?" jean questioned, wiping the excess of your release onto your towel.

you nodded, turning over to him with a big hazy smile.

"now.. think you can do that on my cock?"

-

the next morning, connie walked downstairs and seen jean sitting in the kitchen with you.

"good morning bitches!" connie said, immediately shoving you for absolutely no reason.

you sucked your teeth and shoved him back, watching him slide across the floor.

jean was busy in the kitchen, fixing the fan that you were complaining about so he hadn't noticed connie.

"golly! what the fuck happened to your neck?" connie asked, leaning down to shove jean's head to the side.

jean froze up, almost forgetting that you were sucking something serious into his neck.

he touched his neck quickly, hiding the hickey in shame.

"he went out in the back last night and didn't light the candle. mosquitos had a field day." you chuckled, covering for him.

connie whipped around to look at his older sister confused.

while connie's attention was on you, jean began thanking you silently.

he was about to fumble the bag so hard, he knew connie would never speak to him again.

"yeah? and how do you know?" connie questioned, raising his eyebrow.

either connie's suspicious, or he already knows.

you looked away from the stove that had four pancakes on the wide pan, glaring at him.

"because i went out there to smoke. what's your issue?" you scoffed, raising your eyebrow.

connie stayed silent, before shaking his head and laughing. "nothing. i'm just messing." connie said.

he made his way into the living room, snagging the controller from his little brother and playing the game.

jean exhaled and looked at you, who was holding your chest.

"that was so close." you sighed out quietly, smiling at jean.

jean nodded, before standing up and placing the box fan where it originally was.

he turned the knob and like clockwork, the fan began blowing cool air like it was brand new.

you immediately felt the breeze and looked over to jean with another big smile.

"thank you so much for fixing it jean. connie is just so unreliable." you complained, wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug.

jean recipocrated the hug, rubbing the small of your bag. "no problem." jean said.

before jean could let go, you pulled him closer and whispered softly into his ear.

"let me know when you want another reward, okay?"

-

bonus :

after breakfast, jean took his shower and headed back to his cozy apartment building.

as much as he loved the springers (especially you), their energy could get pretty overwhelming sometimes.

when he arrived, he received four messages.

[12:23pm] egghead : u forgot ur applewatch [12:24pm] egghead : also, ik u fked my sister, not mad [12:24pm] egghead : js disappointed. but at least it's not mikasa ur lustin ova n e mo [12:26pm] egghead : here's her number ***-***-****

-

[delirious-donna]

Distractions [Nanami Kento]

an: based on the joy of me receiving a new phone a few days back. The first section is entirely from the beautiful mind of @honeylavendr and is her writing until the first break (thank you for letting me run with this idea sweetie 🥰)

prompt: dismayed by your lack of attention, you have to prove to your husband Nanami that a new phone might not be so bad after all…

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: lingerie, taking photos, filming sexual acts, guided masturbation, sloppy blowjobs, doggystyle sex, unprotected sex, Nanami being an amazing husband once again

Masterlist

Nanami thinks it's cute how excited you are, sitting at the window seat waiting for a little package, leg bouncing a mile a minute. You'd set up shop there since you got the notification that your purchase was being delivered today. He'd had to bring you breakfast there. You were adorable, truly. Even if he was feeling a smidge neglected.

"Love," you don't even turn to him when you respond with a low hum. "Why don't you come sit with me for now?"

"'M fine here." Your eyes are still scanning the driveway.

"We'll hear the doorbell, darling." It's a weak argument and he knows it. You don't bother to acknowledge his words.

One more time. "Come keep me company. We can watch that show you like."

Kento isn't too proud to beg. "Please, angel. For me?"

You finally turn to look at him, head tilted like a puppy hearing it's name for the first time. A slow smile stretches across your face as you rise and pad through the living room. Finally.

Or so he thought.

You're bounding right past him for the front door. Ripping it open and practically vibrating with excitement as you wait for the mailman to complete his trek up the driveway. You withhold the excited little squeal until the door closes behind you.

You plop onto the couch next to your husband, cradling your parcel close to your chest and humming a cheery tune that he doesn't recognise.

Great. Another thing to distract from him.

At least you're happy.

~

Glancing at your husband, it’s hard to ignore the scrunch above his nose and you’re surprised he isn’t pinching it in annoyance. The parcel was precious, you had waited so long for this time to arrive but you had chosen to ignore him all morning and that was mean.

You tore through the packaging to pull out the sleek box and instantly laughed at how much bigger it was to your current phone. It was bigger than your hand, not a hard task given your fairy sized hands, but it was funny nonetheless.

“Kento, I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to hold this,” you admit with a giggle.

It was his turn to sigh and give a quiet hum in response. If you didn’t know him better you’d say he was stropping, but in truth, he was likely just missing your attention and rightly so. You set up your old phone and the new one to swap over the devices and turn fully toward the man whose eyes were firmly fixed on the tv screen.

“You know,” you purr, two fingers walking along the sleeve of his sweater until it reaches his shoulder, “this new phone of mine, it’s meant to have a fantastic camera.”

“That so.” He sounds less than impressed, and you remind yourself that this is the man that has had the same phone for so long that you actually can’t remember the last time he changed it. He is, however, interested in the movement of your fingers. Eyes sliding to your face and the lines of irritation smoothing out.

Tucking your knees up on the couch, you lean onto his shoulder, chin tucking down and your rear swaying enticingly behind you.

“Mhmm, shall we… test it out? We could, y’know or maybe you could film me doing some ‘things’ for you to relive when we have to be parted.”

You nibble on your lip, following his movements as he grips his knee and licks over his lower lip. There was a growing bulge in the front of his comfortable slacks and in the next moment you found yourself being chased up the stairs.

Laughter bounces off the walls as you go diving for safety but he’s too quick and too used to your decisions. Nanami cuts you off at the corner of the bed and whilst you try to squirm around him, his strong arm has already caught around your waist.

Tucked under his arm like a newspaper, he carries you effortlessly to the vanity where all your intimate lingerie resides. All you can do is wriggle and laugh whilst he peruses his options quite unperturbed by your attempts at freedom.

“Put this on for me, dearest.”

His voice sounds like brushed velvet, deeper than usual and his eyes sparkle with those warm honeyed notes that never cease to make your knees wobbly. Scraps of lace flood your outstretched palms and heat warms your cheeks. What on earth had you instigated?

~

Your brand new phone had been used endlessly, passed between your hand and Kento’s, it documented the evening activities.

Photo after photo taken of you lounging in your barely concealing lingerie, coy postures giving way to more seductive poses.

His hands entered some of the shots; curling your waist, cupping your breast, thumb and finger drawing your nipple taut and one of him holding your thigh down as the wet patch of your thong illuminated on the phone screen.

The phone passed hands as Kento posed less enthusiastically for you, it was more candid shots of him looking unimpressed mixed in with ones of you launching yourself into his arms to pepper sweet kisses to every inch your lips could reach.

It turned spicier, a video of you touching yourself to his murmured instructions. Glazed eyes and lip between your teeth, teasing your clit with messy circles and trying so hard to listen when he told you to keep yourself still on the bed.

Your beloved husband filmed you with your mouth full of his cock. Those slutty eyes peering up into the camera, though you were actually looking into his eyes, and the thick strings of saliva and arousal webbed between your lips and his twitching red tip. His soft groans could be heard on the audio masked slightly by how sloppily you sucked and slurped on him, like he was the most delicious sucker.

The final piece of media was a close up video of your pussy swallowing his eager cock, the base ringed in thick cream. It was only a short clip, the two of you lost in the ecstasy of lovemaking but Kento couldn’t resist capturing how your walls sucked him in deep each time he pulled back.

Whimpered pleas of his name mingled with the wet squelch of your gushing cunt. He focused on fucking only his tip in and out of your hole, watching it through the camera, and one hand bruising your hip in his tight hold.

“So perfect for me, my love, look how well you take me.”

You snarled, head pulling up from where it had buried into the pillow and looking over your shoulder.

“Put that fucking phone down and fuck me properly.”

Your husband chuckled, stopping the video and tossing the phone onto the pile of clothes on the floor. He couldn’t help but smile a little wider, to thrust a little harder and hold you tighter. Especially not now that he knew you would not be distracted from him any longer, and never when he loved you just like this.

Kento Nanami was your distraction and nothing else mattered…

[fantasyinallforms]

How about… “Hey…are you dead yet?”

Thank you for the prompt, @sunnyrosewritesstuff! I am loving these! This one was a hard one for some reason, but I liked the challenge, and I'm pleased with how it turned out!

This is for the March Madness fotfics event!

Also on AO3 under my "Tales on the Road to Erebor" collection

Bagginshield {T}

Title: Better on your lips

How long had they been walking? Carrock seemed like a pleasant but distant memory. The eagles had saved them, but they retained few packs after escaping the Goblins, fewer still after the eagles. Gandalf had disappeared shortly after they landed, babbling about scouting ahead to see if an old friend still resided in the area. He had yet to return. Their movements in the region were bracketed by the wargs that never left their trail, stopping them from being able to rest for more than a few hours at a time. They were aided only by the advantage of a head start. Now the company wandered between rocky moors, trying to scrap by on what they had and what they could catch. Unfortunately, what they had was almost nonexistent, and what they could catch would seem to be very little. 

Before this adventure, Bilbo was not accustomed to the feeling of true hunger. Since he had learned to get by on what he was offered while traveling. While he was never truly full, he wasn't starving. That was until now. Three days ago, Thorin had tightened everyone's rations again. They got a small piece of hard tack or jerky per day. A few wonderful times, they had found enough to forage that he could have two pieces. The dwarves seem to be pressing on in rather the same fashion as they always did despite the restrictions. How they did, Bilbo didn't know. He could feel his stomach practically eating his spine. His clothes fell loosely around his frame, and he had punched a few new holes in his belt. He had never felt hunger like this before, but he had heard it described to him in stories by those who had lived through the fell winter that plagued Hobbiton before he was born. 

“Hobbits aren't meant to go without food.” His mother once warned, “It messes with our minds and can drive us mad.” Mad. Yes, that’s what this felt like. Bilbo was lost in his train of thought. He didn't see the rest of the company stop. He was stopped mid-stride by a thick hand on his wrist. 

“Master Baggins, I said we are stopping for a few hours. Or do you intend on continuing on without us?”  The sound of Thorin’s voice was usually pleasant, but today it cut at the edges of his nerves.  

“What would it matter if I did? We'll be dead within a week with this rate of not finding food.” Bilbo wrenched his wrist out of Thorin’s grasp and stalked back toward the center of the party.

“Oh, don't be like that, Bilbo! Landscape’s getting a little less rocky, and I’m sure we’ll find something soon enough!” Bofur’s chipper attitude was growing annoying and incredibly tiresome. Bilbo found the nearest tree and curled in on himself, not bothering to interact with others. 

Predictably Thorin had ordered there to be no fire, so the company made themselves as comfortable as they could around a clump of trees. Soon Bombur started to hand out rations. Bilbo took his and held it in the palm of his hand, trying to will it to be bigger. As much as his quip from earlier had been made in annoyance, he really didn't know if he would be able to survive more of this. Lack of food, lack of sleep, and constant movement. He was likely to collapse at any moment. But what could he do or say? They were all hungry, they had an orc pack on their tail, and there was no time to stop and forage. He had just started to earn the respect of the company. Would complaining about how he needed more food than a typical dwarf despite being half the size put him right back in the position he was in before Carrock? He didn't want that. He liked the new softness that Thorin’s eyes held for him now. 

No, regardless of the risk, he knew what he had to do. It was not as if he would achieve rest with his stomach like this. He needed to find food, ANY food. He could sneak off and be back before anyone knew he was gone, and if he did find something, perhaps they wouldn't be so cross that he snuck out in the first place. 

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Across the camp, Thorin pulled Balin and Dwalin into a meeting. 

“We all know the situation. We have less than a week before we’re out of rations completely. These lands seem unusually barren of anything to hunt.” Balin stated. 

“Now that we’re out of the cliffside, we need to try and forage. It’s our only option!” Dwalin urged 

“The last time we stopped to forage, the Orcs made significant ground!” Thorin reminded him. When they first left the eagles, they had traveled for a few days, then when the company thought they were a fair distance from danger, they had scattered temporarily to look for anything edible and had managed to scrounge up a few things. That night, however, they heard their first sign that the wargs were drawing nearer. It would seem evil truly never slept. 

“We could use the downtime we have now?” Balin suggested. 

“No. The rest of the company hasn't gotten the chance to rest in days. They won't last another night of no sleep. I’ll go and be back in a few hours. When I return, we move again.” Thorin was particularly conceded about Bilbo. He had been in good spirits coming down from Carrock, but as the rations tightened, his mood went sour. In the last three days, Bilbo hasn't smiled a single time. The hobbit’s shrinking frame was not something that had gone unnoticed. He remembered Bilbo telling stories to the rest of the company that hobbits proudly ate seven times a day. At the time, it seemed an incredible feat. Dwarves could certainly pack down a meal when it was offered, but they could withstand sustaining themselves on small amounts of food for long times. It was this fact that got them through the first few harsh winters in Ered Luin. Now though, after months of watching how Bilbo’s body had changed, he realized that hobbits must have incredibly fast metabolisms. He was quite literally watching Bilbo wither away, and it was increasingly painful to watch. 

A few times, he had instructed Bombur to give his piece to Bilbo, with the instruction of letting him know they were able to forage more than usual and could spare the extra piece. The hunger of that day was made lighter by the quiet sounds of happiness Bilbo made when he ate. Every part of him wanted to keep Bilbo happy and smiling forever. 

Thorin didn't wait. After the meeting ended, he immediately started heading further into the trees. One of the hardest things about this area was that the clumps of trees present were dense but scarce. Thorin didn't like having the wind at his back. It felt too venerable, so he stuck to the forested areas as much as possible. An hour into his search and he found nothing. Another 30 min, and finally, he came across a downed tree littered with mushrooms. Thorin wasn't an expert at knowing what was and wasn't edible, so he grabbed as many as he could and stuffed them in the bag he had brought. Bombur or Bilbo could tell him if they were edible later. 

He started walking back towards camp, then stopped dead and quietly drew his sword as he heard the sound of the underbrush shaking. Either this was about to be a problem, or he was about to return to the company with something that would make Bilbo smile again. He listened for the sound of whatever it was to clear the underbrush, then lept out to attack. He dropped his sword mid-swing when he saw it was Bilbo. The hobbit had his shirt pulled up to make a pouch. The pouch was currently half-filled with mulberries. He looked like he had just been caught in a trap. His hazel eyes widened as he finished chewing the mouthful he had likely just eaten before Thorin appeared. His initial reaction was to be annoyed. Everyone in camp has strict orders to rest and not stray. Oh, but how could he be mad? Bilbo looked positively thrilled. His eyes had light in them, and he had a stain of mulberry juice just under his bottom lip. Bilbo’s presence did things to his mind even he didn't fully understand. He so badly wanted to remove the stain with his tongue. Thorin loved mulberries. They held a similar but sweeter taste to blackberries. Would they taste even better on Bilbo’s lips? Mahal above grant him willpower.  

“Thorin! I-I promise that I had every intention of sharing! Th-they just looked so good and-” Thorin put his hand on Bilbo’s wrist to stop the flood of words. 

“Peace, Master Baggins. I might have done the same. Mulberries don't last long once picked, anyway. We’ll have to eat all of these tonight, or they won't keep.” Thorin held out the bag he had brought so that Bilbo could deposit what he had collected. 

“I didn’t think dwarves would know about mulberries. They don't grow in the mountains.” 

“No, but they grew in the area between Ered Luin and The Shire. I traveled that road many times in search of work. They became some of my favorite things to look for on the journey.” Thorin closed the sack and gently placed it on the ground.

“Here, you should have some before we head back. I know you skip meals sometimes.” Bilbo took Thorin’s wrist and pulled it towards himself. He splayed his fingers over Thorin’s palm so that his hand oped more and dropped a hobbit-sized handful of berries. Bilbo’s hands were always so warm and so full of life. The casual contact felt nice; no, it felt right. He closed his hands over the berries gently so as not to crush them.

 “Thank you. If you want to look for more, you can. We have a little time before we need to head back. You really shouldn't have come out here alone, however. I would ask that you not do it again for your own safety.” 

 “Hey… are you dead yet? No? You're welcome. If I managed to save your life, I can protect my own long enough to pick berries. Besides, It was either I try to find food, go mad, or don't wake up from my next nap.”  He turned around and went back to tending the bush while he spoke. Thorin chewed on the words before they finally caught up to him. 

“Wait, what do you mean ‘Don't wake up from your next nap’? I knew you were having a harder time than the rest of the company, but I didn't realize it was that dire! Why didn't you say anything!” A zing of panic bolted through him. How much had he missed? Was Bilbo so starved that he verged on death?  

“Without food, hobbits wither. Eventually, if we can't find enough to eat after a long enough time, we just stop. It happened to a lot of hobbits once. The winter my mother was a small lass. Many hobbits died of starvation. Some lost their minds first; others just went to sleep and never woke up. I’ve never experienced hunger like this before, and it feels like my mother's stories, so I suppose it is possible. I didn't want to be an extra burden. We’re all suffering a lack of food, not just me. I had no right to complain,” Bilbo replied. Thorin took a step forward and spun Bilbo, so he was looking at him. He tried to keep the desperate and terrified tone out of his voice, resulting in him letting his anger loose instead. 

“You are dying! What better time is there? Fair does not mean equal. What would I have - we have done if you perished! This company needs its burglar if we are to see this quest through. After everything we went through in the goblin tunnels, you would let yourself die over something as simple as being a burden! I would rather you be a burden than dead!” Thorin was no longer gripping Bilbo’s shoulders. He had moved in his own panic to cradle Bilbo’s head between his hands. 

“I wasn't thinking straight; I’m sorry. But if we have to stop and forage every few days, then the wargs will catch up to us. I can't ask the company to put themselves in mortal danger for the sake of my stomach.” 

“Then I will! I will guarantee your safety!” Thorin took a step toward Bilbo but halted at the look of fear in his eyes. For a moment, he thought he had truly overstepped. He had been nothing but dismissive of Bilbo up until this point. What right did he have to ask Bilbo to trust him with his life? 

“Thorin, duck!” Bilbo yelled. He didn't have time to respond before Bilbo threw his weight into him, toppling them over. Thorin heard nothing in the undergrowth or area around them. He looked around to make sure Bilbo was ok and found him flat on his back next to him, clutching a large struggling snake in his hands. Thorin couldn't reach his sword from his position on his back, so he rolled on top of Bilbo, grabbed the snake, and crushed the bones around its neck with one hand rendering it dead. The snake fell limply at their side. 

“That’s an adder, very venomous,” Bilbo said between a few big gulps of air.” When Bilbo had the wind back in his lungs, he started laughing obnoxiously. Thorin cocked an eyebrow.

“It’s the absurdity of it all. We come to the woods to look for food. Both find a few things, run into each other, then run into a snake. It will make a funny story one day.” with that explanation, Thorin found he could not resist laughing either. “It gets better. They’re venomous, not poisonous, which means we just caught ourselves meat for a stew.” Bilbo giggled again and grabbed a berry off the ground, one of the ones Thorin had been holding in his hand, and popped it into his mouth, making a happy little sound. There was a distinct glint in Bilbo’s eye that didn't let Thorin move from where he was, even though he was incredibly aware that he was positioned over the hobbit. 

“Do I have something on my face?” Bilbo asked, bringing a hand up to his lips in a self-conscious move due to Thorin’s staring. Thorin’s eyes flickered to the stain of mulberry juice still on Bilbo’s lip. It was then that members of his company decided to burst through the underbrush. 

“Over here, I found them!” Dwalin shouted. His shout died on his lips as he saw the position they were in. Thorin quickly got to his feet, pulling Bilbo with him. 

“We caught dinner,” Thorin said, thrusting the snake into Dwalin's chest. Dwalin smirked. “Sorry to interrupt.” 

“Make sure Bilo gets back to camp safely.” Thorin grouched. He had almost done it. One more moment, and he would have laid claim to Bilbo’s soft lips and all the promises they held within them. When he returned to the rest of the company, he found a quiet place to sit and eat his share of mulberries. The more he ate, the more he was certain. They would indeed taste so much better on Bilbo’s lips. 

[citronverveine]

“I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it's embarrassing but you made me feel safe.”

— #14 from this prompt list

Watching the lights of passing cars reflect on the ceiling, Xie Lian laid awake in bed.

He sighed and tried to close his eyes. Sleep eluded him. It's not that he wasn't tired, but something felt wrong. He couldn't pinpoint what exactly, it just left a bitter taste in his mouth and felt like he was a puzzle with one piece sticking out weirdly and ruining the picture but he couldn't find it.

He didn't feel tense, simply bothered. Recent events rewinded in his mind as he tried to identify why exactly. Many things could have been wrong, from an outsider's perspective, but Xie Lian was used to it. So it was strange that he was bothered tonight.

He glanced to the side without moving, afraid to make a noise. Hua Cheng was sleeping peacefully next to him, unaware of his innerturmoil. He had been staying at his place the last few days, after getting almost-evicted twice (the third time would probably be the charm) and threatened by a neighbour. The plan was to find a new place to stay as soon as possible, but for now Hua Cheng had insisted he could stay as long as he wanted. Xie Lian didn't want to bother him more than necessary, but he was thankful he had someone to rely on at least.

A strange ache squeezed his heart.

Was it because he thought of Hua Cheng?

This thought only made him more fidgetty. He suddenly wanted to turn on his side, but he was afraid of waking Hua Cheng.

There was one problem with temporarily living with Hua Cheng. No, actually, there were two.

First, he was getting used to it, second, it was temporary. The first problem meant, in more full details, that he was getting to know what living with Hua Cheng was like. And the bigger problem was: it was perfect.

Of course they had been at each other's place before, slept at each other's place, cooked at each other's place, but it felt very different when both of them were there because they lived there. It felt different in the way that it was the same as before, but more... domestic. There were the chores, too. He found that what was banal daily maintenance could bring a smile to his face if he was doing it with Hua Cheng.

Everything felt normal, as if pieces were simply falling into place. And Xie Lian craved even more of it.

Which lead him to the second problem: it was temporary.

Hua Cheng's apartment was designed for one person, or maybe at most a very intimate couple. Which they weren't, of course. Xie Lian would say they were intimate friends at most. And the apartment was definitely too small anyway. The bed, too. The bed wasn't too small, a decent queen size, but it was just... Hua Cheng's bed. He couldn't indefinitely sleep in Hua Cheng's bed that was just, too... intimate.

It would only lead to awkward situations for the both of them. Just like this morning, for example, where they woke up both entangled in each other, arms and legs wrapped tightly. Xie Lian had to admit, the feeling of it was nice. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so close to someone physically, if ever. But he felt like he was taking too much from Hua Cheng like this. He was already living with him, using his kitchen, his couch, his bathroom, sleeping in his bed, if he even started to ask Hua Cheng to... He didn't even know how to call it. He just... Hua Cheng's arms felt nice around him. And everything else, too - the warmth... His hair...

Xie Lian started to grow agitated. What was he thinking? Of course it felt nice, but he was being weird. It was as if, deep down, he wanted...

Feeling too embarrassed even with his own mind, he actually turned over to burry his face into the pillow and shut up his thoughts.

"Gege?"

Xie Lian froze. He'd moved! Hua Cheng's bed was large but quite rocky, he'd probably woken him. Or maybe he had imagined it. He waited a few seconds in silence, hoping he’d heard wrong, but the whisper came again.

"Gege?"

This time Hua Cheng even turned around a little to check on him.

Xie Lian raised his head. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked, worried.

"No. I wasn't sleeping."

"Oh." ... Well. At least he could talk to Hua Cheng now, and ignore these weird feelings, or maybe even forget them. Not having to stay still anymore, he shifted on his side to face Hua Cheng. "Is something wrong?" he asked gently.

"Not really," Hua Cheng replied. "What about you? Why are you still awake?"

"Ah... I was just... Feeling a bit strange. Nothing to worry about."

Hua Cheng looked at him in the dark. "If it's keeping gege from sleeping, it's worth worrying about. Why do you feel strange? Are you sick?"

"No no," Xie Lian immediately reassured. "I'm not sure what's wrong. I was just thinking about everything that happened, and... And how I was happy that you let me stay here..."

Hua Cheng reached for his hand under the covers and squeezed it. The coolness of his skin grounded Xie Lian and he exhaled deeply.

"It's really no trouble," Hua Cheng said, and Xie Lian could hear the smile in it. "It'd be even better if you could stay forever."

Xie Lian chuckled, not sure what to reply to that. He loved that Hua Cheng said it like he wanted it too, yet hated that it made him hope.

Probably sensing the shift in Xie Lian's mood, Hua Cheng tried to soothe him again. "Can I do anything for you?" he asked as he rubbed his thumb on Xie Lian's hand, which he still held.

There was one thing Xie Lian wanted, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. It didn't feel right to say it, to ask for it. But... Hua Cheng wanted to help him, right? And he should go to sleep, yet Xie Lian knew he'd never sleep if he wasn’t sure Xie Lian was doing better.

So, bracing himself, Xie Lian pushed to get the words out. "Do you remember this morning, when we woke up?"

"When we woke up?" Hua Cheng repeated, voice even. "Yeah, I do."

"I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it's embarrassing but you made me feel safe."

Hua Cheng's thumb stopped moving on his hand and Xie Lian froze. He'd done it. He'd asked too much and made it awkward.

Just as he was about to apologize and change the subject, Hua Cheng shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around him. "Like this?" he whispered.

Xie Lian was too stunned to speak. Hua Cheng was holding him against him, in such a way that they were pressed together with Xie Lian's face in the crook of his neck.

A strange feeling coursed through Xie Lian, something like giddiness, and he embraced Hua Cheng too. "Thank you," he smiled, and let himself relax.

It felt as if the piece sticking out of the puzzle had been put back into place and everything was smoothed out. Things felt right when Hua Cheng held him, and Xie Lian closed his eyes without even having to think about it. "I feel much better already," he murmured, to let Hua Cheng know that it helped.

A yawn actually escaped him right after that, and Hua Cheng chuckled lightly, holding him tighter against him. "I'm glad. In that case you should sleep," Hua Cheng replied. "Don't worry, I'll hold you as you sleep."

Embarrassed as he felt, Xie Lian felt his cheeks warm, but didn't try to fight it. "En. Thank you, San Lang. Sleep well."

"Sleep well, gege."

And they both drifted, holding each other through the night.

— end

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[jokeringcutio]

Oooop yes I meant the pleasure HCs for joker!

At the end of your headcanon you said you were going to write another part about pleasure for the younger/older dynamic btwn Arthur and partner

I see what happened 😊 I said I write with pleasure, hihi, but I will also write about pleasure, of course. Especially about his pleasure muahaha. I think a lot of it has been covered in the NSFW Alphabet and HC’s like kissing, flirting, turn on and offs, and receive and express affection. But to make things a little, tiny bit more specific:

You’re younger than him, that in itself is a huge turn-on for him. I mean… How did a bachelor his age, still living at home with his mum, manage to bag you? It’s thrilling to know you chose him. Merely dating someone like you brings pleasure to him.

Especially if he can show you off to others. Their jealousy, them craving you, gives him pleasure as well.

But I know what kind of pleasure you’re asking for. And by all clowns sacred…. ~ 18+ below the cut ~

If you’re more experienced than him he’ll gladly learn from you. It’ll make him feel ten years younger or more, just to know he is brought up to date by a young thing like you.

If you’re less experienced, he’ll gladly teach you the ropes, and explore what you like together. That said, he might not be the world’s greatest lover and sometimes forgets to bring you to your peak, too eager to get to his own. But damn, he is good and getting better. And when he turns into Joker and starts using his lips more. His tongue. Well. You’ll never complain.

His wrinkly old dick in your tight cunt/hole. Yes, please. Just the thought makes him hard. Not that you think his cock to be old or wrinkly afgfagafk

If you can get pregnant, taking you raw and finishing inside is a huge turn-on for him. His orgasm is much more intense knowing that he can still get you knocked up. Whether you actually can or not (birth control, agreed not to etc). Doesn't matter. You're still such a young thing compared to him, so yeah, that'll bring him pleasure too.

If he is bigger than you, he will try not to crush you under his full weight during intercourse. He'll lean on his elbows, and always makes sure not to have his full weight upon you. He’ll use his size during sex to give that extra bit of pleasure, to overpower you, tower over you, grasp your wrists in his own much larger hands, and spin you around to kiss you.

He loves your body, so much younger than him still. But he also takes pleasure in watching you grow more mature, and eventually older, by his side. He takes pleasure in that too. Getting love handles, wrinkles? Becoming rounder? Sagging skin? New scars? Signs of having given birth or surviving one health battle or another? Each new stage of your body is a huge turn-on to him, because he doesn’t only love your skin, but your inner self as well. And he’ll take his pleasure in watching you grow old by his side.

AN: I have a feeling most of his pleasure isn’t specifically age-related. But yes, send in prompts for drabbles and let us explore together what else might turn him on.<3

[kmoplq]

‘Are you that obsessed with me?’

John ‘Soap’ McTavish x Fem!Reader

someone commissioned me to do this and idk if they’d like to stay anon, so im just gonna keep it there!

Warnings: smut, msub to mdom, a bit rough, teasing, thats abt it. I’m not that good at writing smut, so this is your other warning 😢😢

WC:985

It was no secret that you and Soap were best friends. Before anything, you and Soap had met in high school. You stayed friends stayed friends ever since. Nothing more.

Currently, you both were training. Nothing to severe, just punching and dodging. You both could barley breathe.

All Soap could pay attention to is how your chest would go up and down heavily.

“Pay attention, McTavish. Don’t want me winning do you?”

He’d do anything if it met you’d win. He didn’t care if that meant you’d have him pinned down on the mat.

He’d do anything to feel that luxury.

“Huh, wha’d you say?”

“Jesus.. Here, why don’t we take a break because it’s obvious you cant focus.”

“I can focus perfectly fine!”

He can focus fine, when i came to you at least.

You both headed to the kitchen of the safe house and got something to get something to eat.

Who knows how long you and Soap had been trying? Soap did. He always new how long you and Him would train. Always 1hr and 50mins.

One thing he knew he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

He knew that it took was one kiss to the cheek and he’d go absolutely crazy.

“John? Do you want the water or not?”

“Oh, yeah sorry..”

“Whats up with you? Your zoning out a lot, and you don’t do that a lot? You can talk to me.”

That. That right there was the reason he needed you so much. That was the reason he loved you so much.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know if i can tell you about this one though..”

“Please Johnny.”

Those two words had him shying away from you and a blushing mess. Even his pants started growing tighter.

“I-um.. I like you, a lot. And I don’t know if I keep it a secret any longer“

You admittedly stopped breathing. You couldn’t stand properly anymore and you didn’t know if it was because of training or because what Soap just confessed.

“So thats why you keep looking at my tits? And thats why you have a boner right now? Am I correct?”

You wanted to tease him a bit, just for a while.

“N-No! Maybe, and so what?”

“I’ll tell you what, you’ve trying to act sly. Did you really think i couldn’t see all of that happening?”

All he could do was whine. He was to hot to make a comment back.

“Aww, whining for me already? Haven’t even touched you and your already a mess.”

“Am not..” He basically moaned it out. He just needs you bouncing on his cock. No thoughts besides you on him.

“How about we go to your room and fix that little problem of yours, hm?”

When he finally gets enough courage to talk again, its admittedly taken by you kissing him.

As soon as you both hit the door, he’s on you in a instant.

“Let me close the door at least! God, your that desperate, aren’t you?”

All he could respond with is kissing your neck. After you close the door he throws you on the bed.

“Take off your shirt. Please.”

“Whatever you want.”

He went to help you but you shoed him away.

“instead of worrying about me, how about I help with your cock?”

He didn’t even have to reply before you were on your knees infront of him, unbuckling his pants.

All he could do is let out a grunt of desire. It wasn’t long before you had his tip in your mouth. You took hold of his hips and pushed his cock to the back of your throat.

You tried not to gag. He’s not average, just 3 inches above and had a nice bit of thickness.

He took hold of your hair and face fucked you until he was close.

“Get up so i can fuck you much harder.”

You obeyed without a comment, sitting up on the bed, legs open wide for him.

You couldn’t help but whimper at the size of him. You thought he looked bigger when you sucking him off.

He lined himself to your entrance before looking at you for your approval.

You nodded anxiously, and as soon as you nodded he slowly stretched you out.

It hurt, but it hurt in a good way. A way you couldn’t describe.

You whimpered and squirmed around him causing him to take hold of your legs.

“Hold still baby. You only took the first couple inches and your a mess. What a shame.”

“Just hurry up please!”

“Calm down, Just a couple more inches.”

It felt like an eternity until you felt his hips sharply slam against yours, making you cry out of pleasure.

Soap started picking up pace quickly. You could barley catch your breath. The only thing coming from your throat were gasps and moans.

“Eyes on me baby, and keep them there.”

You couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him, so he grabbed you by ur chin making you look at him.

You whined at the sudden contact. You didn’t know how long you could last if you had to look into his pretty blue eyes.

“S-Soap, Im gonna cum.. Please.”

“Just a bit longer, I promise.”

His thrusts got more sloppier, and more fast paced.

You cried out as you came. It was enough to make you pull a blank. The only thing coming out your mouth was Soap’s name.

Minutes later, Soap finally reached his high. Letting out curses and blurting out a ‘I love you so much’ which pulled you out your blank.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

You looked at him and laughed.

“Im serious! Did i say something?”

“I love you too, dickhead.”

He looked redder than he was before and hid in your shoulder.

“Aww, after that you get so flustered? Thats adorable.”

“Hmp.”

“Goodnight, Babe.”

“Goodnight.”

IDK IF THIS IS GOOD OR NOT BC IM NOT THAT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT SO PLS LEAVE UR RECOMMENDATIONS 😰😰

[eggluttony]

Hi love ur stuff <3 what's ur fave fat fantasy w eggman

Thank you so much, I'm really happy you do 💜 Oh man hard to answer as I have thousands, I cycle through ones to fixate most. guess I'll share my current favorite fat/wg concept as the one I've been thinking about most lately

The thought of being with Eggman and always encouraging him to eat to his maximum capacity as often as possible. he always eats loads and such is obvious by the size of his belly, his intake is already huge. But prior to meeting him, it'd be much more occasional for him to really overeat even by his standards, to the point of being unable to eat another bite and having a tummy ache.

But now he's ending up laying back on the bed with a huge stuffed bulging full tummy nightly, panting for breaths and groaning as he cutely pleads for belly rubs, a deep blush in his cheeks for letting true greed take over again. He keeps accepting all food he's given between meals and his belly ends up two times bigger and more swollen going to sleep then when he wakes up.

Sometimes even when groaning about how much he overate in bed, I manage to feed him one last plate of cookies and milk, rubbing his poor gurgling overstuffed belly as we get the rest down there. he grumbles and I say "if you think it's too much, why are you still accepting and chewing hm?" and he gets so embarrassed for being so uncontrollably gluttonous that he steal keeps eating.

After that, he's huffing and breathlessly whimpering "If I keep eating like this, I'm going to get huge..." and with the way I look at him he's like "Ugh but you'd like that, wouldn't you, you bad influence..." and I just give him a sly smirk. I know I'm not the only one of the two of us. I just tell him it's time for his belly rubs and to get him to bed because he has another big day of eating to do tomorrow!

Fast forward to him being emperor of the world and he's absolutely enormous. like 600 lbs and counting, maybe more if we wanna go super extreme. He overate like that far too many times and once he'd succeeded in his goals and became ruler of everything, nobody could stop him and he went off the deep end and really let himself go and become the gluttonous blob he was meant to be.

Now that he no longer has to work to stop Sonic and take over the world, the only thing that was holding him back, he can just lounge around in luxury, be well pampered and just eat everything he wants, to his heart's content. All the food in the world belongs to him now and he absolutely engorges himself with huge feasts everyday and keeps growing and growing with no signs of stopping.

What looks like a huge swollen bulging tummy back when we first met looks so small compared to what he is now. A huge giant flabby doughy belly with tons of thick soft rolls, which spills out so wide and hangs low as much as it proceeds him. He has a pudgy round fattened face of multiple chins and pillowy arms and legs to match. He's so big and cozy, this is the bliss that an emperor should feel.

By now he's become very used to being overstuffed. If his stomach isn't bulging full to the limit, he doesn't consider himself full enough. A daily requirement met with huge feasts fit for the emperor he is. it's rare that he isn't seen eating, even when he does bring himself to come out and assess how things are in the empire and review new work and developments, he's eating all the while.

Though on some days he does manage to overdo it, even by his incredibly high standards now. And it takes a serious amount by now, considering how long it takes just to fill him up a normal amount daily now. But sometimes on an especially gluttonous, greedy, celebratory day, he may go even bigger with it. and he ends up lay back in his much bigger bed than back in the day

But he's still groaning about the immense overfullness, just like back then. It's cute thinking of how much smaller his belly was when he was complaining of an overstuffed stomach then. He's like five times bigger and more stuffed today. He doesn't often take conscious note of it but sometimes it does finally hit him and he says "Man, I got so fucking huge, what have I done to myself?"

Despite the way he words it, he clearly isn't very upset about it. Not with the way he moans and sighs with a big smile on his face and hidden under the piles of fat is his hard leaking cock when I rub his belly or grab the doughy rolls and shake them to jiggle his huge belly. He loves being a big pampered fattened up emperor, so cozy, spoiled, worshipped, and overfed well fed.

"See? We both love how huge you've gotten." I say, thinking back to what he said back then as he giggles while having his huge belly played with. He remembers and admits "Yeah, you're right, this is how it's meant to be." And I say "That's right, you were supposed to give in and become the greedy gluttonous fatty emperor you were born to be, it's the luxury you deserve~"

I always love feeding him in every way, giving him everything he wants. Helping him get as much as those huge feasts into his enormous belly as possible. It almost becomes my new main job as member of the empire and I'm certainly not complaining, I love helping to maintain or rather increase his perfect big fat emperor image. He can't fit on his throne anymore but he's still important!

I also like to try to push him to eat even more than he can handle even in this huge fattened state with his near limitless seeming capacity. But I find it and he's gasping and panting and groaning and how much of a fatty he's become really sets in with the big tummy ache deep under the rolls and layers of fat. He's whining "Ohh I'm so massive, how did I let myself get so huge?"

I love the sound of his moans when giving it rubs to soothe and comfort him and the way that even his massive soft jiggly belly feels firmer because he's so stuffed. He says "Do you think I went too far? Do you think I let myself get a little bit too fat? I mean you remember how I looked, an active strong egg shaped man. Now I'm just like... a massive pile of lard." He blushes so hard admitting it.

But looking at him with his cute fattened face of big round pudgy cheeks, fat heavy jiggly tits, a massive soft belly spilling out all around him, and his thick wobbly ass and knowing I helped too, I just think he's so cute and sexy. I say "No of course not, silly! You look so gorgeous and exactly how the big pampered emperor of the world should look! You're the best and most important so you need to eat and look like it too!"

"In fact, I think you need to look bigger to really help send the message." A robot rolls in a huge table of yet another huge feast, one for him to eat in bed like a real lazy spoiled fatty. I sent the secret order for a whole other meal as him saying that just made me want to feed him more. "Now stop worrying and eat up, you know you want to~" I say as I give him his next dish of many more that night.

At first he's alarmed and doesn't think he can handle another whole feast in this state! But it all smells so good and looks so tasty and if he doesn't eat up now, it will all be cold and they'll be too many leftovers and he can have his precious yummy food go to waste... So he opens his greedy mouth for more and allows himself to be fed even more despite moaning and feeling he might burst.

He allows himself to be stuffed with as much of a whole new huge feast as he can despite being so stuffed already, until he's so full it all weighs heavy in his firm swollen gut and he has to lay there and relax, waiting for digestion. He's the biggest fattest, and fullest he's felt in his life now, belching and moaning as I help him cum as a reward before he slips into a very content food coma 💕

And then of course everything else about what the life that living as a big fat emperor entails adds even more fun to the huge fat emperor fantasy, that I wrote about more in depth in this post. It keeps making me feel so weak thinking about it 💘

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 5

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @missloserqueen

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Lucifer had been staying with Diavolo for a little over a week at this point. Being with the prince like this...it was a comfort so foreign to this man. However, he also became incredibly restless.

The pride demon was used to his workaholic ways, but his love refused to let him do any work at all. Lucifer...he didn't really understand the term 'moderation' when it came to work and Dia wasn't about to let this man stress himself into an early labor.

Dia himself was even pushing off his own work in order to focus on his pregnant love, despite knowing that once the child is born that he'll have a lot of work piled up and waiting for him on his desk.

Some work, however, was incredibly time sensitive so the prince couldn't put it off. Dia would randomly be handed a stack of papers from Barbatos and the prince would have no choice but to read through it, add his initials in certain spots and signatures in others.

Lucifer would always complain during these times. After all, why can't he do paperwork, but Diavolo can? The pride demon was really good at getting upset at the strangest things, Dia thought.

Each time, the prince would finish the paperwork as quickly as he could before showing his love the attention he so craved. Only then was Lucifer satisfied.

Throughout this week that the two have been living together, Dia was constantly buying things for his pregnant beloved.

Maternity clothes (both that fit now and for when Luce gets bigger) and so many baby essentials! Bottles, a bassinet, a crib, like a billion different blankets. He bought clothes for the child, sizes from new born all the way to outfits worn by 10 year olds. Children born in this method grow incredibly quickly so the prince wanted to be as prepared as possible.

This was... overwhelming for the pride demon, but not in a bad way. Because of Diavolo, the man felt like he was prepared for his child in terms of the necessary objects needed and that was a weight off of his shoulders.

The prince's overzealous attitude to his child was incredibly endearing and honestly...Luce needed that. He needed Diavolo's positive vibes to lift him from the complexities of this situation.

Honestly, things were more or less great between the two.

Then things became complicated once more.

It was a nice evening in the Devildom so the two men were drinking tea out in the garden. The men had a pretty good day and wanted to end it off by staring up at the stars together.

Things were peaceful. The two men were happy.

At one point, Lucifer looked down from the sky and noticed the prince was staring at him.

He sighed.

"Diavolo, the stars are up there."

"But true beauty is right in front me."

The pride demon blushed and shook his head.

"If you are already tired of the night sky, we can retreat in for the night."

This time it was the prince's turn to shake his head.

"Not yet. There's still something I must do."

The pride demon raise an eyebrow as the prince got up from his seat and stood in front of him. He took Luce's ungloved hand (his hands and feet started to swell a bit from the pregnancy and he could no longer comfortably wear his gloves) and held it in both of his own.

"My Light...you know I love you more than anything in three realms, right? That you more precious to me than anyone?"

Embarrassed, but much more comfortable with the other demon's words than he used to be, Lucifer nodded.

"Yes, love."

Diavolo's smile grew at the other man's response.

"I cannot imagine loving anyone else as much as I love you." He continued. "Even through all of our issues and your fears, I always knew I was meant to be by your side. To be with you...it feels like the stars were always meant to align in just this way for us to be together."

The prince stroked his hand and gave it a small kiss. The gesture was sweet and his words were...well, just as sweet and heartwarming.

However, Lucifer suddenly had a bad feeling sink to the pit of his stomach. What was this man planning? And why did it set every inch of the pride demon on edge?

"My sweet Light...I want to be with you forever." Dia knelt down on one knee and removed a hand from Luce's to retrieve a small box from his pocket.

"Diavolo." Luce's eyes couldn't leave the box. He's seen it before. It's--

"My love," He took his other hand and opened the box, revealing a ring with a deep blue gem stone, a lapis lazuli. "Please let me take care of you and this child for the rest of our days. Marry me and let us always be this happy."

Luce was crying and like always in this moment, he was too disconnected from his body to realize it.

He couldn't believe this was happening, That ring was his mother's engagement ring. He's seen it before. There were very few things the king kept of his wife's after her death so Dia cherished this ring

And now he was giving it to him and ask him to be his husband

And Lucifer couldn't think of a single worse thing to be happening to him in this moment.

Everything was going good. They were happy and Lucifer found himself slowly more comfortable with both expressing love and affection as well as being on the receiving end.

But this? Marriage? Lucifer still struggled to call this man his boyfriend, his partner, and Diavolo wanted to jump into marriage? This man had more faith in his progress than Luce himself did.

The pride demon's mind was swirling with thoughts. He can't say yes. He'd just hurt him. He can't break his heart; not after everything Diavolo has done for him and his child. Why now? He's not ready.

Suddenly, Lucifer was huddled over in pain, arms wrapped around his expanding belly. It hurt so much worse than last time; he couldn't even hear Diavolo's voice at first.

Suddenly, the prince cradled his face with both hands and made Lucifer look up at him. Those warm golden eyes...will he ever be good enough for them?

Lucifer wasn't sure how long his belly continued to stretch, but eventually it subsided and Diavolo was hugging him so tightly that pregnant man couldn't breath for a good minute.

"D-Dia..." The man barely choked out his name.

The prince jumped back like he was on fire, realizing his mistake.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Dia stuttered out. "Are you both okay??"

He took Luce's hand in his and laid his other hand on the man's belly.

That's when Lucifer noticed just how big his belly had become. His eyes went as wide as they could go. His belly was so large that it pushed up his maternity shirt all the way to his chest.

That's when it happened. A kick. The child...his baby kicked inside him and by the look on the redhead's face, he could tell Dia felt it too.

No no no no...this can't be happening. It can't be. He lost so much needed time. He likely was only a hair away from going into labor before his love calmed him. He lost so much time.

Lucifer was crying and this time, he knew he was. Because of course he was! How else could he express all the pain and fear and self-hatred he felt?

Another son of his was going to be tortured. Because of him. There's no way he can fix his inner turmoil before the birth now. It was his fault--

"I'm so sorry."

Luce looked down into the other man's eyes and saw him crying too.

"I did this to you." Dia squeezed his hand. "Not just in this moment. I...I started this with my impatience, my great need to love you."

Lucifer couldn't help it; he brought both hands to cup his love's face, wiping some tears away with his thumb before pulling him in for a kiss, long and sweet. A kiss so powerful that neither man felt strong enough to break it for the longest time.

When they did, they leaned into each other, forehead to forehead, and kept their eyes closed as they caught their breath and breathed in the scent of the other.

Finally, Lucifer's eyes fluttered open and he noticed something from the corner of his vision.

The ring.

Diavolo had dropped it during the episode and it fell out of the box and onto the dirt.

It broke Lucifer's heart to see something this man cherished so much to lie in the dirt.

"Diavolo..."

The other man opened his eyes and saw his love trying and failing to reach the ring.

The redhead picked it off the ground and carefully put it in his love's hand.

The pride demon gently brushed the dirt off of it before closing his hand over it.

"I'd like to watch over this for you." Lucifer looked up into the prince's beautiful golden eyes. "Would you please let me?"

Dia gave his love a soft smile.

"Of course, my Light." He told him. "May I...put it on your finger?"

The other man nodded before giving the ring back and giving him his hand.

Dia held his love's hands as he slowly slid the ring on his finger. Despite the swelling, the ring fit well enough on his finger, but would probably need resized at some point.

The prince kissed the ring and Luce's hand.

The pride demon gave a small smile to the other man before it fell once more.

"For now...I'd like to practice referring to you as my...my boyfriend." He told his love, a bit uncomfortable with the commitment that rang with the word. "As I get more comfortable, we can let the labels evolve. For now, however...this is what I need."

"I understand, my Light." Dia leaned in and kissed his cheek.

The couple has both gained and lost potential in this situation. Lucifer will likely never save his child; that's what he believed. Still, the progress he has made shouldn't be understated and has the ability to bring his relationship with Diavolo to levels he thought he could only dream about.

[hmshermitcraft]

For modern fantasy theme

(This is mostly inspired off a g/t animation I saw cause I thought it was really cute)

Zed found this magical book and was flipping through it and found a spell that would make their love interest very obvious to them. He decided to try it out because he thought he had nothing to lose and wasnt that confident in his magic skills so he didnt think it would have much effect anyway. Unfortunately for the hermits who loved him the spell made it where they would grow, since the point of the spell was to make it obvious. Also unfortunately for the hermits zed isn’t the brightest and didnt decide to atleast check for any effects before doing the spell a countless number of times causing the hermits to get bigger and bigger until they were as tall as buildings. Of course he finally stopped and thought either he had no love interests or the spell didnt work. Well, you can imagine how dumbfounded he was when he was surrounded by a bunch of huge hermits because they suspected he did it because he told them about him finding the book earlier. He explained to them what he was doing and they were both shocked and amused that he needed to use a spell to realize they were his love interests. He has no idea how to make them regular size again though and until he finds out they’re going to make it his problem now by picking him up suddenly and giving him kisses.

(My bad if this isnt really modern I focused more on fantasy with this one lol)

The worst part is that Zed didn't even click he'd caused it at first! The first thing he asked was why they were all so big, it wasn't until they suggested it might be because of him that he realised! Then he was still worried that it meant it was only people he was interested in, not the other way around.

The Hermits rolled their eyes, because only Zed could manage to cast such a powerful spell whilst being so oblivious.

They end up holing up in some empty air hangers until they can figure out a way to fix it. Zedaph would be able to go a lot faster if they all stopped picking him up for cuddles though! He needs to go to the library to take out more books! He's starting to get the feeling maybe they're enjoying being this size...

[lake-archive]

Secret Note

Disclaimer! While I wrote this and many other Izumi/OC oneshots to be able to be understood in a vacuum, I recommend reading Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht for further context!

Izuann Masterlist (!!-Era)

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Izumi Sena, Original Character

Pairing: Izumi Sena/Original Character (Izuann)

Words: 1,194

Summary: Nyeli had found something in Ann’s room which had been addressed to Izumi yet she never delivered it. It was a note from some time ago… A horrible attempt at a poem. And yet… It is amusing in its own right.

When having first been approached by Patch out of nowhere Izumi had not thought much of it. Patch was a playful kitten… Or the equivalent of one. Even though he had been growing non stop recently. And just when Izumi had found time to make Patch’s clothes a size bigger he started to grow out of them yet again. That in itself was annoying because it meant that he needed to get yet again a bigger set of clothes… But it was something which couldn’t be helped. Because apparently Patch has a sudden growth spurt. Maybe that was in his nature or something yet that it had to happen now of all times… 

Regardless, the kitty was still small enough to be easily picked up and it was something he did with no hesitation, having assumed that he wanted to play. Izumi had even asked him what game Patch felt like playing now. As long as it was something simple he wouldn’t mind. He had a bit of a break to spare.

And yet, it was not a game the kitty was after. He had even shook his head several times before pointing at him, nub nearly touching Izumi’s own nose. “Brothnya!” He began, sounding overly serious and even his face attempted to look as serious as possible. Honestly though, it was more adorable if anything. So much so that it was hard to take it seriously. And yet, if one were to crack a lighthearted smile, the kitty would most likely just pout. ‘ I have something important to discuss! Don’t laugh! ’, these may as well be his words. Though it was so hard to hold back when looking at him.

“What is it?” He asked, the tiny cat–human(ish) hybrid still in his arms. Patch’s ears wagged over and over, then poked his big brothnya’s nose over and over with his own nub before finally using both of his tiny nubs to search for something inside one of his pockets. A moment later he would hold up a piece of paper… Well, it looked somewhat damaged, in awful shape. And yet, Patch insisted on Izumi taking it from the looks of it, even pushing it against his face. Luckily the paper wasn’t dusty or had any type of dirt on it, or he would have probably gone for a scolding at the very most. “H… Hey! Be careful! Or—”

“Sisnya!” Patch interrupted however. “F… Fro… From Sisnya!” Huh? Sis– From Ann? Wait, did Patch also somewhat say more then— 

“Ann?” Izumi repeated however, confused by this alone. Couldn’t this woman just ask him herself if she needed something? Besides, were they still kids in school or something? Sending notes like this… Did she not grow out of something like that!? Then again… This in itself was weird… Ann leaving a note like that and letting Patch deliver it. 

“Read read!” He insisted however, not stopping to poke the older male with the paper, over and over. It would not stop until he would pick said paper up. So, without having much of a choice left…  

“Fine fine! I will I will!” He said, eventually managing to put Patch down so he could read this note… Whatever this was about. Well, he was about to find out.

“ Burning Desires

Whenever I look at you I want to… To… 

I cannot put it into words

The desire is too strong

Words words words

Words are not enough

It’s burning so much that it almost hurts!

Oh if I just could… I just could… 

If I could just turn into dust! Right this second!

You set me on flames! And I don’t know how to handle this!

Burn me to ashes! 

My desire is unbearable! ”

This was… Something. Izumi had no words as he read every line, every word. Was this an attempt of a poem? Was that it? Well, it was… Something. To say the least. A poem… Yeah, this was a poem alright… Some weird poem but a poem nonetheless. But hey, at least it wasn’t on the levels of William McGonagall or something. But it was still… Not great. In fact, it nearly made Izumi burst out in laughter when reading it. He couldn’t hold it in, he had to chuckle at least a little bit. 

This poem sounded so dumb. Wasn’t she embarrassed? Actually, she probably was, given the state of the paper. It seems to be a little older after all. Though why had Patch delivered the note to—

Oh right, one glance at the back and one would be able to read who it was addressed towards. The name on the back of the paper? It was written in a mess, one could just barely make out the kanji. Just very barely… It was an attempt. This entire note was an attempt of its own.

An attempt at writing a poem which conveys a mess of emotions. What was she even trying to say in this poem? Oh it might be very easy to tell what this was… A funny attempt at confessing? Heh, this girl… 

Talk about pathetic sometimes. Yet it can be part of the charm.

[eudikot]

I was looking through my files and discovered a mp100 Serizawa fic I forgot I wrote. I have no clue if this was supposed to be part of a larger idea, but after giving a quick glance over what I wrote to make sure there were no glaring errors it seems like it's rather complete even if not fully revised. BUT I do know this image is from this idea so without further rambling here's the little fic:

In Unnatural Places

Serizawa had always been inside.

He started that way, hiding the world from his powers. Hiding himself from the world. Alone and dark, where nothing could be hurt.

Suzuki offered him a way out. Outside of the walls where he knew every crack and every piece of chipped paint. But even though he left his room, he never left the confines of the inside world. He should've known that an umbrella opened indoors would only bring bad luck, but who was he to turn away the first person who proved that he could be normal?

Outside his room was inside more walls. The enclosed areas were safe, as if everything outside of them did not exist. It was contained in a size that Serizawa could handle, not the infinite land and sky that he occasionally saw through a window. The only times that they truly went outside were in the short minutes between building and car, or train, or plane, or boat. From one solitary enclosed space to a moving one. In the end, it was all the same. He had learned how to function without his umbrella when inside, the walls simply functioning as a bigger umbrella, but the moment he stepped outside it went up, no matter the weather. He might as well have been a vampire, shielding himself from the sun, but in reality, it was the noises, the light, the smell, the bodies, the plants, the animals, the skyscrapers, the cars, the pavement, the sun, the clouds, the way the Earth rotated despite the ground staying still. It was too much, and it would never be enough. Not under Suzuki's watch.

Then, he got in the way. The memories of a kid who had experienced it all bounced around in his brain. The way flowers smelled in spring, the joy of the warm sun on your skin, the sounds of children laughing and playing. There were still bad moments in those memories, but they were undertones compared to the moments spent in happiness. Something to consider, to grow from. Serizawa had never had the time to develop those thoughts. Inside, the building was pristine, not a single crack lacing its walls. Suzuki was there, ensuring that this inside was just like all of the others he had been in. Safe, comfortable, known. These new memories displayed the outside clear to see. The ground torn up, building collapsed, not a person in sight. It was nothing like the glimpses he got while walking to the car. It was the signs of a power out of control.

The same person that gave him his umbrella took it away. He no longer had his safety net, and no longer his supervisor. It was back to the start, an uncatered bomb ready to shift and ignite. It was back to the walls he knew, the only place he could keep everyone safe.

Then he came. The one that Serizawa had forfeited his life for. Reigen showed him that the world was nothing to fear, that one step at a time, he too could learn to enjoy things both inside and out. It had been raining the first day he went into the office. Newly re-acquainted to society, there had been no time to explore how he could buy an umbrella for himself. They had walked downstairs when Regien noticed, opening his umbrella outside and turning back to the doorway. His hand reached out, umbrella loose in his grip. Reigen told him to take it, that he'd get wet and catch a cold and that if he did that meant he couldn't work. Serizawa didn't want to miss work. He carefully took the umbrella from his hand, thinking about how much lighter it felt than his old one. Looking up, he could see the rain accumulating on its surface. Beyond that, the buildings, the trees, the cloudy sky. He was covered, yet he could still see the outside world.

Reigen declined taking it back once Serizawa realized this meant that he now had no umbrella, insisting that his immense power would keep him from getting cold. There wasn't much of an argument, for who could question his logic?

The rain didn't let up as Serizawa walked home. Water began to pool on the sidewalks, an interesting phenomenon. It didn't belong there, it belonged in lakes and rivers and streams. If it was supposed to stay there, then it would have been there this morning when he went to work. He crouched down to examine it, a reflection of himself looking back. Although it looked happy, smiling and laughing. He did not feel that way. His heart still ached. And yet, the reflection seemed to speak to him, as if saying that it takes time. But what was “it” and how much time?

He closed his eyes like the version of him in the reflection, trying to think about what could make him feel that way. There wasn't much that came to mind, as his world had been shifted again and again.

 "Serizawa," a familiar voice called out. He looked around, unable to see a source through the rain.

 "Hello?"

"Serizawa what are you doing?"

He looked down. The image in the puddle had changed, and instead of being still it moved. Pale skin, dark eyes, ginger hair. It was no longer him, but rather…

 "Reigen, how are you in a puddle?"

"What? I'm not- I'm in my apartment, looking at you through a portal- or something of the likes."

 "Oh." Serizawa didn't know what to say. Usually he hated the feeling of not knowing, but with Puddle-Reigen here, somehow it all felt okay.

"Okay, well, why don't we figure this out tomorrow. I'm tired. Goodnight Serizawa," He said, his body shifting out of frame before being placed right back and center.

"Okay. Goodnight, Reigen." He stood up, watching the reflection fizzle away. It all felt like a dream, like maybe he was going crazy and talking to himself. A buzz went off in his pocket and he fished out the phone, also something Reigen had given him. It was a little old and beat up, but he had said that as his employee he needed some way to communicate when they were not in the same room together.

-Maybe you didn't need a phone after all [6:47, Reigen]

Serizawa smiled at every puddle as he continued his walk home. Maybe things in wrong places weren't actually bad, but rather something special exactly where you need it.

[sergeantsporks]

teleport anon, I meant that hunting palismen was only time he did multiple teleports in a row with the artificial staff. Hunter does it constantly with Flapjack, with shorter time between than what was in hp, but with a much smaller range on an individual teleport. and yes! he's so smart! it didn't even take him a minute after first time using Flapjack with a "these staffs are weird" to go to fighting with a lot of teleporting! and using other spells too! (magic missile and if I remember correctly an earth control one?) while desperate and in a really bad mental state (it looked like he wasn't hundred percent there during that fight)

besides flying, witch staffs seem to mostly be to increase size of spell circle to make stronger spells, but they also add some power to the witch just by being held, and have enough magic to be used for simple or less energy consuming spells even without a witch's magic bile sack, tho probably usually not enough on their own for more complex or ones needing a lot of power, which teleportation seems to be.

magic needs to be pulled from somewhere, and palismen are a more concentrated source of it than the background magic field the glyphs usually use. Luz's magic in Clouds on the Horizon looked different from when she usually does plant magic, there was glowing green circles outside the glyphs, maybe just having an unawakened palisman on her made her magic stronger?

Wouldn't surprise me! One of the anons theorized that palistrom trees grow (or at least originally grew) from veins of titan's blood, making the wood especially magical. Like you said, there are SOME things you can do with a palisman staff even without magic, like, Luz could use Eda's to fly. Interesting thought on it usually just making bigger spell circles, maybe if Luz draws and activates a glyph on the ground with her palisman staff it'll be stronger? Or like you said, her glyphs seem to be getting an extra boost just from her little egg being near her.