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marvelwitchergilmore · 12 days ago

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Hungry For More

Summary: Joel Miller x fe!Reader -> After being forced to share one kiss, you and Joel can't seem to escape each other.

Disclaimer: MDNI 18+. This contains Smut. Use of swearing, hot make out session, mutual pining, a 'fuck it' kiss, nicknames, random character called Doris who is obsessed with Joel and his ass, kinda a three times this - one time that. Fluff, flirting, longing looks, kinda slow burn. Again, 18+. Not Proof Read.

It had all started one December afternoon as you were helping people set the Bar up for a night of Festive Fun.

You, along with a dozen other party-prep committee members, had been hauling boxes in and out of the bar for the last three hours. Tommy’s brother, Joel, was running most of the new construction builds inside. You’d passed him by at least half a dozen times until you were both made to stop in the doorway.

“Ah, stay where you are.” Maria had called out to, apparently, both of you. “Look up.”

You and Joel looked at one another confused before tracing your eyes to what was hanging between you. Who the hell put the mistletoe in the doorway?

“Maria, I’ve got things to do-”

“Yeah, and this box,” you had to adjust it with your knee. The wood from the crate hadn’t been sanded down and was starting to cut into your skin. “It’s heavy.”

Maria shook her head from where she was unfurling string lights. “Nu-uh, bad luck if you don’t.”

“Maria-”

“I’d listen to her if I were you two.” Tommy’s voice said as he rounded the corner.

People needed to be able to get through the door. There were still sets to be built and things to be prepared. Somewhere in the confusing and frustrated silence, you and Joel seemed to come to an agreement. He’d kiss you on the cheek and you’d both leave it at that in order to get on with the day.

But Tommy seemed to hear that conversation.

“And none of that cheek kissing, either. It’s gotta be real.” That was when he came and took the crate out of your hands. “It’ll take that.”

You were thankful for a moment, to be free of the heavy ridges in your hands. But being faced with Joel Miller without a buffer? You started to miss the box. At least it put something between you and Joel.

“Com- Tommy.”

“No, go on. Kiss my brother and you can move on with your day.”

Joel grumbled. “Tommy, stop giving us shit. We’ve both got work to do.”

Maria shrugged. “If you did less talking and more-”

You grumbled. The longer you stood there, the more awkward it would get. So, quickly, you reached up and pulled Joel into you.

It was meant to be your first and only kiss with Joel Miller. But something happened when you kissed. Something you couldn’t put words to because, quite frankly, it had never happened before.

And something in Joel’s eyes told you he felt the wordless feeling, too.

But you didn’t stall for too long. Letting go of his jacket, you turned to his younger brother. “There. Happy now? Give me that-” You took the crate back from him before rushing down the stairs of the bar. You called behind you. “Tell Doris to move that mistletoe! If people start your shit tonight, no-one’s gonna get inside.”

Tommy slapped his brother on the arm, bringing him out of his unnoticed trace. “You heard the lady.”

Joel’s eyes followed you as you scurried off down the road, clearly going to trade whatever was in your crate for something else in town. But as Tommy stepped past him, Joel grumbled. “She said Doris.”

Tommy shrugged. “You know she’s got a crush on you. She’d only ask you to do it, anyway.”

His brother had a point. Doris wasn’t exactly a woman that hid her feelings from people. Or her hands.

A few hours, and three near misses of Doris’ wandering hands on the dancefloor, Joel was sitting at one of the tables – alone. With his beer bottle in hand, his gaze somehow found you in the crowd.

He hadn’t been looking for you. But once he saw you…all he could think about was the kiss. The feel of your lips against his, the clench of your fists against his jacket when he kissed you back, the want in him to drop his tools and reach out for you.

But it couldn’t happen again. It was just his brother and his wife giving you both shit – it wasn’t meant to mean anything other than an escape to be able to get on with the day.

Right?

You’d sworn to yourself; that no matter how many times you thought about it, or it replayed in your head without permission, or you dreamt of him – nothing. Absolutely nothing could happen between you and Joel Miller…again.

That kiss by the door had been nothing more than a show. Something for shits and giggles between Tommy and Maria. And it wasn’t like you and Joel saw each other that much. At most, you worked together a few times out of the year.

That was it.

You saw more of Maria and Tommy than you did of Joel.

But that all changed in the week from Christmas Day to New Years.

Somehow, within the space of seven days, you’d seen Joel Miller more times than you had ever seen him. After an inspection was done on the empty house beside you, wood rot was found. Joel was sent over first thing in the morning to fix the porch.

He’d finished within two days.

But then, with left-over party stuff from the Festive Fun night, the town decided it was time to start setting up for New Years. So, along with Joel, you were pulled in to help set everything up. And with Doris out with a cold, you were left in charge.

Which meant talking with Joel over smaller construction plans on where the stage should be set, what needed hanging and nailing back in, and what needed taking down.

Joel had rolled out the blueprints onto the table in front of you before pointing out the different sections that could be done that day. And for the most part, you managed to remain professional. Save for the part where you had to maintain eye-contact with him.

Because every time you did, only one thing flashed through your mind.

That kiss.

The feel of his lips kissing yours, the thought of what else he’d be able to do with them…

You had to look away and clear your throat. “You decide. If it’s a danger, fix it now. If it can wait till Summer…leave it till then.”

Joel smiled as he rolled the prints back up. “You know, you’re a lot more efficient than Doris. A lot less handsy, too.”

For a moment, your gaze locked with Joel’s. You looked away, trying your best to laugh away the heat from your face. Don’t count your luck just yet, Miller. You don’t know the kinds of dreams a girl can have after you kiss her once.

“She just likes you.”

“Likes me or likes my ass?” Joel mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

“It is a nice ass,” You agreed and he just looked at you, a glint in his eyes and a curve against his mouth.

“You tryna’ flirt with me, Y/n?”

The way. He said. Your name.

You managed to roll your eyes and pushed the second roll of blueprints into his chest. “Just get to work, Miller.”

Joel caught the prints before you walked away. “If you really need someone to watch you while you work, I’m sure Doris will be more than happy to know you miss her!”

Joel caught himself more than once watching you from across the room. The way you moved, the way you talked, the way you laughed and the way you smiled. He could have watched you all day. But at one point, he considered he was bordering on ‘The Doris Line’ so he forced himself to focus on the hammer and nail in his hand before he wrapped the string lights around it and moved onto the next one.

By the time New Years was in full swing, however, he found himself looking for you constantly.

Your eyes landed on Joel the minute you walked through the door. How could they not? He was standing at the bar, leaning against the wooden top, smiling as he listened to Tommy tell him a story like he was unaware of how tight his jeans hugged his ass enough for you to know Doris had definitely reached out more than once to grab him.

However, just before you stepped in his direction, Jesse’s voice sounded behind you.

“Dance with me,” he sounded desperate. “Please. Before I get ambushed into another square dance.”

You and Jesse worked on patrol together every now and again. He was a good guy. He and Dina were back on again, but since she and Ellie were off to the side of the dancefloor, you put two and two together why he was asking you.

His hand was on your back, two stepping you both across the wooden floor. “I swear, if I get asked to teach another person to dance in here, I’m gonna lose my feet.”

“Luckily for you, I know a few people in this town who can sew.”

Jesse gave a mocking laugh. “Very funny.”

You smiled. “Why not ask Dina to dance?”

Jesse smiled and looked over at his girlfriend. “She’s having more fun with Ellie right now. Know who you’re kissing at midnight?”

You shrugged. “Figured I’d be in bed by then.”

“What? Oh, come on. You helped put most of this together. You have to stay.”

Your gaze narrowed. “Is this your way of asking me to be on the clean up crew instead of you?”

You knew him too well. He was a good guy, but he and Dina were also very much in the ‘honeymoon’ stage despite being on their second make-up of the year.

“No,” Jesse tried to lie.

You sighed. “Go and be with your girlfriend then.”

Jesse leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Thank you. And thank you for saving my feet for ten minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

A few hours later, you were sitting at the bar, nursing a single of whatever strong New Years theme smoky drink Tommy had whipped up for the evening.

“Sure you’re gonna make it to midnight?” Joel’s voice asked you as he came up behind you.

You shrugged. “Gotta find a way. I’m cleaning up.”

“I thought Jesse and them were on it.”

“They are, Jesse isn’t.” You smiled. “Him and Dina have plans.”

Joel clicked his tongue. “Kids.” And then, “You know, this place is probably still gonna be busy come morning. You should be able to get a decent night’s sleep.”

You nodded, taking a gulp of your drink. “Maybe. What the hell did he put in this?”

Joel took the glass from you and took a whiff of the alcohol as you handed it over. It was burning your throat more than the moonshine he’d served you a few years ago.

It had to be at least six spirits and three different liquors.

Taking the glass out of your hand, Joel laid his own in replace of it. “Here, this is more normal.”

Joel stood for a moment and dipped under the folding top of the bar. You watched over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of your drink before making a face. “Jesus.”

Tipping it away, he pulled the cork from an unlabeled bottle and poured himself a normal drink. Eventually, you clinked glasses and Joel leaned against the bar top again, this time facing you.

“How is it?”

“Better. Thank you.”

Joel covered his smile as he took a sip of his drink. And, for a while at least, you both remained there in silence. Watching the room until the other wasn’t looking.

Before you knew it, it was approaching midnight.

“You guys ready?” Tommy asked as he walked into the bar, grabbing his terrible concoction. “Twenty seconds away.”

“Tommy-” Joel warned.

“Oh, come on, brother. You’ve gotta kiss someone at midnight. You too, Y/n.”

“Like who?” You asked before you had time to think about regretting the answer.

“Each other? You’ve kissed before. Come on, it’s bad luck if you don’t.”

Neither you or Joel had time to argue since the entire town started to count down from ten.

“Honey!” Tommy called out before making his way over to his wife.

The air started to feel electric. Hearing Tommy shout at you both once more that it was for luck, you looked at Joel.

Six.

Five.

Four.

“What do we-”

Your eyes became fixed onto Joel’s as he stood tall. Part of you wanted to down the rest of your drink and run, but a bigger part of you wanted to gather the front of his shirt into your fist and pull him closer to you like you’d done by the entrance that day.

Three.

Two.

One.

Joel beat you to it.

Reaching out for you, Joel’s calloused hand cupped your jaw and his lips crashed into yours. As your feet balanced on the footrest of the bar, you kissed him back.

It was another kiss for the history books. And for your dreams. The feeling of his stubble and mustache against your skin, his hand gentle against your face but his lips roughly kissing you.

This wasn’t just a quick midnight kiss. This was wanting. This was needed.

Your mind had been conjuring up a thousand different scenarios and feelings in order to let that first kiss play out. And now you have more to add to the story.

Joel didn’t want to breathe. Breathing would mean he’d have to stop kissing you, and that was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. He’d been dying for weeks to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin under his fingertips. He never wanted to let you go.

But he had to.

As people started whooping and cheering over the New Year, your kiss with Joel broke apart.

And by the time you got back home and into bed, you couldn’t help but want more.

However, that want started to get more and more frustrating as the months went by. And it was happening to Joel, too.

As you started to see him more and more, his eyes constantly found you in a crowd – even when he wasn’t looking for you. As he was starting to be able to tell the difference between you being in the room, and having just left, you were noticing the difference between touch.

A lot of the construction guys tended to lead you by the arm or your back when manoeuvring around you. But you could tell when it was Joel. His hand by the small of your back, or his voice by your ear whenever he touched your arm to excuse himself around you.

You wanted his touch to last forever. And it was maddening. It was like he was everywhere but the one place you wanted him. Not that he could be there. There might have been a lot of people in Jackson, but it was also a small town. Gossip and rumours spread quicker than the plague.

However, that want had to burst at some point.

And it chose Valentine's Day to do so.

Joel, once again, had been helping build different items for the dance being put on in the barn. You were helping prep and set the place for people in the town to come and enjoy themselves. And somewhere between trying to ignore each other, only made worse by the fact you could do anything but that, and the constant questions of dates, you found yourself locked in the storage room.

There were stacks of different equipment around you. Barrels of alcohol, crates of homemade wine and oil, along with other scattered items like text books, library books, magazines, stationary, banners and kindergarten paintings from when the parent-teacher meetings had been held only a few days ago.

It was just as you were starting to calm yourself from the sight of Joel with a nail between his teeth straddling the top of the ladder, his shirt sleeves rolled and the kisses replaying in your head – someone walked inside, clearly frustrated themselves.

“What are you doing here?”

Joel turned around quickly. “Jesus. I thought you were-” Joel sighed. “Nevermind. What are you doing here?”

“I asked first.”

“Needed a breather. Your turn.”

“Something similar.”

Neither of you said anything else. You couldn’t. The air was getting too dense as your eyes floated over him. But, as hard as you tried, you couldn’t look away.

And neither could Joel.

Surging forward, Joel caught you as you leaned into him and roughly pulled him in to kiss you again. You could feel his hand at the back of your head, holding you closer as his back hit the door. A small groan left him as he did so, but it also grew as he pushed against you. You crashed into one of the fixed storage stations, but Joel still caught you.

For a moment, you felt his tongue lick at your lips and you easily granted him access to taste you. You hand raked through his hair, gripping it as you reached the base of his skull.

As Joel’s lips were torn from yours, you looked up through your lashes at him.

He was drunk on you. The kind of drunk he would never get a hangover with. And he only wanted more.

But as he leaned in to kiss you again, you both heard footsteps and the turning of the door handle. As quick as lightning, you and Joel removed yourselves from each other and remained behind opposite storage holders.

“Hey, Joel. We’ve got a slight situation out front-” Ernie. One of the construction men that worked with Joel.

Joel cleared his throat as he fixed his hair. “What is it?”

“I don’t think there’s a word for it.”

Joel sighed. If Ernie had left, he would have made sure your lips were back on his within seconds. “Alright, I’m coming.”

Ernie hadn’t noticed you, but Joel could still see you. Through the small gap between wine crates, he could see your eyes following him. As he held the door open and Ernie led the way, Joel’s hands traced his lips.

He could still feel your kiss.

And within a click of the door, he was gone and you were standing alone; breathless and hungry for more.

Each time you saw Joel after that, the hunger only seemed to grow. No matter how hard you tried, it never subsided. He was on your mind, and if he wasn’t, he was standing barely ten feet from you looking like your last meal.

When you closed your eyes at night, it was like he was still in the room with you. His hands roaming over you, his body dipping into the sheets as he slowly crawled up, his lips softly gracing your skin as he did so.

Some nights you’d wake and for a split second, you believed it was all real. That he was lay beside you; that your clothes had been bundled somewhere across the room and his sleeping, freshly-fucked frame was trapping you from moving.

You weren’t alone in your hunger.

No matter how hard he tried, Joel always seemed to find you. And everytime he did, he could only think of one thing.

The touch of you.

Your fingers grasping at his shirt to kiss him, your soft cheek under his calloused palm, your singers in his hair and your lips against his. The things he could have done to you if Ernie hadn’t interrupted.

Everywhere he seemed to turn, he found you. But as much as he wanted more, he couldn’t.

Jackson might house more people than a QZ nearby, but it was still a small town. Everyone was in everyone’s business. Being Tommy’s brother, with the past that he had, already made Joel a liability for town gossip. But you and him? Potentially being caught in a less than respectful way in a storage closet? That wasn’t exactly the best idea. For either of you.

“Mommy says you need to take these to Y/n.” Benji tugged on Joel’s shirt at the bar.

Joel took the swaddled packets in his hand. “What for?”

Maria rounded the bar top as Joel helped his nephew onto one of the stools.

“For trading. This place is gonna be busy in less than ten minutes and it’s gonna take double that to get to her’s.”

“Well,” As much as Joel wanted- needed to see you. He couldn’t. “I could always watch this place-”

Maria shook her head. “Nope. You’re doing it.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so. Oh, and drop these-” She placed two bottles of homemade wine onto the counter. “Off to the teachers at the school. It’s now, technically, Spring Break and they deserve it.”

Joel sighed. “Wish me luck, kid.”

Benji laughed as he watched his uncle pick up the two bottles. “Good luck, uncle Joel!”

The luck wasn’t for him facing you. It was for him facing the school. Although Doris worked on the party planning committee, she also happened to work part-time at the local school.

“Y/n?”

“Joel?” You called back.

You’d been digging, planting and redistributing your green garden most of the day. So, hearing Joel call out for you was the last thing you’d been expecting. For a second, you thought you’d imagined it until he came walking down the side path and into your back garden.

You sat back on your heels in the dirt. “Hey.”

Joel smiled. “Hey. Maria, she told me to give you these.”

You stood up quickly. “Oh, thanks.”

Taking them from Joel, you opened them up in front of him.

“Bulbs?”

You nodded. “For the garden. She told me she found some on patrol, I thought she was kidding.”

“Sure they’re safe?”

You looked at him, but only for a second. You looked away. “Yeah. See here,” you pointed at the roots. “No rot. No rot equals no infected, too.”

Walking away, Joel eventually followed you. Something felt…off.

“Are you okay?”

Joel sighed and nodded. “She had me go to the school before here. I would have gotten here thirty minutes ago but Doris locked me in her office.”

You felt yourself laugh. “That sounds fun.”

“If you call tripping over a desk chair four times fun, then sure. It was fun.”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “She’s not so bad. Hand me that?”

Joel looked to where you were pointing. Joining you on the ground, he handed you the trowel and you started to prepare the ground for the burial of the bulbs.

“Not so bad? I don’t even remember walking into her office.”

“Maybe you need a bodyguard.”

Joel raised his brow as you took one of the bulbs from the package in his hands. “Is that an offer, darlin’?”

Darlin’.

The nickname had just slipped out. And as much as Joel felt the need to take it back, he didn’t want to.

Nicknames didn’t usually work on you when it came to men flirting with you, but there was just something about the way he said it; the way it rolled off his tongue, washed over you and settled so deep into your bones it was almost like it had always been there.

“And if it was?” You asked, feeling the air around you get heavy.

Your eyes locked on Joel’s. And it hit you just how close you were kneeling. One simple shift to the right and your thigh would be touching his. Another shift and you’d be able to straddle him where he sat. Something in his eyes told you that, just maybe, he wanted you to do it.

Before you could move, the egg timer rang out from the kitchen window.

Joel watched as you practically jumped out of your skin before you lifted yourself from the ground. He knew he should have excused himself, he should have left and kept the damn nickname to himself. But something made him follow you into your kitchen.

“Everything okay in here?”

“Yeah,” your voice felt foreign to you as you pulled the pie from the oven. You closed the door. “Just the pie I made.”

Joel appeared beside you.

“I had extra-” you made the mistake of looking at him. You were breathless. “Fruit and thought…” Your eyes searched Joel’s.

You were starving.

And it wasn’t for the pie.

Your hands were on him within seconds and his fingers gripped at your hips. His kiss, again, was rough against yours. And you only wanted more.

The first squeeze of your hips was slow. But reality came crashing over Joel for a split second.

“Wait-” He kissed you again. “Wait-”

You slowed down, but he didn’t want to. He was fighting a losing battle.

“We shouldn’t…” Another kiss. “We shouldn’t be doing-” Another kiss. “This.”

Pulling your lips from his, you shook your head. “Just shut the fuck up and kiss me, Miller.”

He did more than that.

Pushing a hand past your cheek and through your hair, he tilted your head. Like in the storage room, he licked at your lip and you granted him access. A groan rippled through his chest as he tasted you again.

Slowly, he moved you back until you hit your dining table.

As your fingers popped open a few of the buttons on his shirt, running your nails around his side and down his back, Joel angled your head to allow him access to your soft skin. Your breathing grew heavier as he nipped at your jaw and slowly moved down the column of your neck.

Finally finding your pulse point, his teeth grazed at your skin before he dampened the sting with his tongue. You moaned, moving yourself to the edge of the table.

Joel noticed, however. His knee pushed your legs apart just enough for him to slot one between them.

Leaning back as Joel’s mouth got lower on your body, you were thankful for wearing a dress. It meant less fabric between you and Joel. And more skin for him to brand as his own.

Pulling him to kiss you again, Joel’s hands floated down your body, pulling you closer to him by your ribcage. Then his knee shifted.

You moaned.

Joel flashed you a wicked grin as he tore his kiss from you. Then he looked down to the hem of your dress. He took his time, caressing your thigh, watching the fabric slowly move further up, only exposing more of you.

“Tell me you want this?”

Joel’s gaze fell on yours and you nodded. “I want this.”

The kiss that followed was…softer. More vulnerable. But only for a few moments. As the vulnerability disappeared, confidence seemed to grow in its place.

You could feel his palm sliding up your inner thigh, until finally his fingers traced the seam of your panties.

You sat up, feeling Joel’s voice by the shell of your ear. You held onto his arm for balance.

“So fucking wet already,” his voice rumbled before you felt his fingers begin to tease you through the cotton fabric.

A breathy moan escaped you as he swiped his thumb across your clit, the fabric adding extra friction.

He was teasing you. Slowly, careful, deliberately.

Your hips bucked and you heard Joel’s cocky laugher beside you. “You like that, darlin’?”

There was that fucking nickname again.

You’d never be able to dream again without hearing him ask you that.

“Do you want more?”

You moaned before swallowing, your breathing picking up pace. Joel’s lips kissed your ear before he slowly moved down, his teeth nipping at your semi-bare shoulder. “Words, darlin’. Use your words.”

You would if you could.

It came out quiet at first. “Yes.” You swallowed again, “God, yes.”

“Good girl,” Joel smiled before you felt him move your panties to the side.

Finally, he slipped one finger, then two, inside of you. Pumping tantalisingly slow before curling up inside of you, you gripped his arm tighter.

“Fuck- fuck.”

Joel’s breathing grew heavier as he felt you slowly pulse around him. He’d dreamt of this – more than once. But, fuck-

The reality was so much better.

“You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Joel had to close his eyes before he came in his pants. He planned on lasting a lot longer than a dream sequence.

Feeling you pulse around him, your moan was swallowed by his kiss as he tasted you again. And just as he had you on the edge, he pulled away.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, feeling him pull away from you. You were so close. Before you could question why, you watched Joel lower himself onto his knees. A wicked glint in his eyes, you watched as he licked his lips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table.

You felt his nose rub against your clit. Your hips bucked and barely a second later, you heard his deep chuckle that vibrated against your pussy.

“Fucking tease.”

You could hear the smirk on his face. “Only for you, baby.”

You didn’t have time to think about the second nickname because his tongue started to lick at your opening. Between the feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit, his facial hair applying a delicious friction against your sensitive skin and his tongue; you were losing your mind.

But you weren’t going to let him stop. Not this time.

Joel felt your fingers push through his hair as he lapped up the taste of you. And you were heavenly.

Your hips bucked against him as your moans became more frequent and your breathing became rushed. You gasped, “Joel- I’m-” A pleasured moan escaped you once more.

And just as his dick was straining hard against his jeans, he tasted you as you came on his tongue.

“Fuck. Yes. Yes, baby. Fuck…”

You could feel his warm breath against your pussy before his mouth slowly trailed up your body. First under your dress, before over, Joel’s kiss landed against the bow of your breast where he gently pulled the fabric down, exposing you to him.

He was slow, circling his tongue over your raised nipple. Nipping and biting at the soft flesh around it, you tried to catch your breath long enough for you to register the feeling of his cock pushing against your stomach through his jeans.

“Are you going to let me take care of that?”

Joel looked down between you both. His breathing was laboured as he looked back at you. “Later. Right now, I wanna feel you cum on cock. Think you’re ready for that, darlin?”

Despite your sensitive clit, you swallowed thickly and nodded. You were hungry for more. More orgasms and More Joel.

“Remember, darlin. Words.”

“Yes.”

As you leaned up and kissed Joel, your hand grazed down his stomach before reaching the belt buckle of his jeans. Palming him through the fabric of his underwear, you gave him a taste of his own medicine before slipping your hand under his waistband.

Joel bucked into you. “Shit, baby.”

You smirked, kissing his neck. “Like that?”

A soft chuckle left Joel before he closed his eyes, feeling you run your nails down his length before pumping him slowly.

But you couldn’t last as long as Joel once he nodded.

“I need to feel you, Joel.” Your voice was soft, and low, as you spoke to him. You sounded desperate, but you didn’t care. You were aching for him and the only cure was him.

Positioning yourself on the edge once more, you felt Joel stretch you out as he dipped his tip in. You took him inch, by inch, by inch, until you were stuffed full of him.

“Too fucking good.” Joel sounded drunk on you.

And he was.

The feeling of you tightening around him, pulling him in, was getting to be too much. Slowly, he inched himself out before pumping back into you. You lifted your hips, gripping onto his shoulder and the tabletop as he held you securely in place.

You gasped, “Joel-” A moan left you once more.

Joel groaned as he watched your juices coat his cock, slipping in and out of you. He swore before leaning closer to you, his kiss rough against your mouth. His lips trailed down the length of your neck before he sucked at your neck again, his pace picking up.

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you were chanting his name as you started to pulse around him.

There was no other feeling like it.

Laying you down, he fucked you into the table as his tongue swirled around your exposed breasts. Your nails scraped down his back, mostly likely leaving a mark. But he didn’t care. He’d been drunk on you long before he’d fucked you.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going.” Joel’s voice was beginning to slur. “Taking me so well.”

Another moan, your hips bucked into his as he pushed his dick further inside of you. His tongue was driving you wild.

“Joel, Joel. Fuck,” You hips moved with his. “I’m…I’m gonna- ahh.”

Feeling you cum on his cock was enough to break his own dam. For a few minutes after, Joel watched as your juices swirled with his and slowly dripped out of your pussy and back onto his cock.

But the sight of you beneath him, freshly-fucked and so fucking beautiful. That was the sight that would never leave him.

He could be full, but he’d always be hungry; For the sight right in front of him. For the feeling of you around his cock. For the feeling of your fingers against his skin. For your lips against his.

He’d always be hungry for you.

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bloxpen · 3 months ago

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Yo dawg, is it chill if I request a Survior!reader x shedletsky (forsaken) thingy? Can either be headcanons or a short story(ANGST if possible)

Reader tends to keep to themselves and sometimes lashes out. They also sometimes finds Shedletsky annoying.

sure thing! thanks for the request B) hope you like! i'm so rusty, this is the first thing i've written in forever, LOL.

forsaken!shedletsky x reader (who keeps to themself & find him kinda annoying) headcanons

note: reader is written to be gender neutral/of unspecified gender

content warnings: n/a, i think, but brief mention of reader lashing out at him that's sorted out pretty quickly

i think his immediate reaction to a somewhat introverted reader is "you know, i think they just need to meet the right person to help them get out of their shell!"

you are absolutely no exception. he takes your irritation as a challenge, almost

especially considering the circumstance, he sees it to be his responsibility to try to "help" you. because he's convinced that you have a problem (struggles to understand that you're just not inclined to be social), and worries about how it affects not just you, but the survivor team as a whole

in the downtime between rounds, at the cabin, he goes out of his way to seek you out wherever you are

trying to sit by yourself in the corner? well, shedletsky's here now!

oh, trying to sit outside by yourself? wow, what a surprise, shedletsky just so happened to be checking out behind the cabin by total coincidence! (/sarcasm)

he's kind of convinced you don't actually find him annoying, more so you're putting up a front to try to push him away

after a particularly bad round, you try to find some time for yourself to just sit and think out behind the cabin, lamely picking at the grass and pulling it out of the ground

and — like a dog, almost — he comes and seeks you out

he opens his mouth to make a stupid quip (because he always does, because he's shedletsky, and he always has to lighten the mood and can't just let things be)

but you beat him to the punch

you snip at him and tell him, straight to his face, that sometimes you think he's the most annoying man to have ever walked robloxia

okay. wow. ouch

he instantly recoils and just kind of stares at you. you can practically see the cogs turning in his head

his ego immediately clashes with his concern, and for once he's not really sure what to say, so he just kind of.. stares at you. quietly

you've snapped at him before, sure, but never like that. never so viscerally

his shock kind of startles you out if your fit of irritation. you immediately go to apologize; that you just aren't doing well, and you didn't mean to lash at him like that

but before you can say anything he walks closer, and takes a seat on the ground next to you

"so i'm a bit much sometimes?" he asks, a note of concern to his voice, looking up at the stars.

you give a small nod.

and shedletsky just nods in kind. "y'know, i guess i can try to tone it down a bit." he looks at you from the corner of his eye, a smile finding its way onto his face. "if it's you, i mean."

#author: roll the die! (chance)#genre: x reader #pairing (unspecified)#genre: angst #<- uhh i guess LOL #genre: comfort #type: headcanon #forsaken x reader #forsaken shedletsky x reader #shedletsky x reader #p.s. i hope this is formatted + tagged ok and doesn't suck too bad. lel B')

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threepandas · 10 months ago

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Bad End: For Us

My sister is the only one who actually knows me. Who looks at me and... and actually SEES me, for who I am. It's because she suffers too, I think. Is beautiful. In that way that drives men too distraction. Poets too the page, artists too a medium. They look at her like she is art, magnificence and beauty given form.

Not a person.

Living, breathing, with thoughts and feelings of her own.

She is... is just BEAUTY to them. Delicate features and graceful limbs. Refined and splendid. A lovely voice reducing all her brilliant thoughts to mere sound. Who cares? How clever and educated, how wise or dignified, she may be? She is decoration. A pretty thing to look at. A prize to be held and won.

And... and I am a cute little pet.

Eternally the toddler, to be pampered and dressed in bows. Girlish things, no matter how old I grow. Handled instead of spoken too. Because somehow I am a child. Fuckable, yet... a child. Cute, innocent, naive. Not because I AM, but because they SAY so. Because it matches their fantasy of me.

I fear what will happen if I dare break that fantasy, with how much they control my life.

My Sister, alone, is the one who SEES me.

And people try to convince me she is... what? Jealous? Bitter? Because I am somehow "stealing" the lecherous eyes of her unfaithful man? I don't want them. I don't want ANY of them. Reborn, somehow, as a Protagonist in some game amongst countless, I can predict the plot points as they come. Read the troupes.

Bah. I am no spunky little bright eyed thing.

As I lay, draped over my sister's splendid skirts, in her private writing room, she quietly sips her tea and writes return missives. Strokes my hair as I hide, curled up like a child against her legs. If the ridiculous outfit I was shoved in would allow it? I would cram myself under her desk. Hide there instead.

As it is? I sit like some sulking maiden, an exhausted pet, seeking comfort in the only refuge I HAVE.

They will not leave me ALONE.

The Knight. Some brash, meat headed, "I'll take care of you" type, crashing into every quiet moment I try to have. Loud and presumptuous. Disdainful of my academic interests.

The Playboy. All too forward "romantic" gestures and ignoring obvious discomfort. More wrapped up in HIS feelings then considering, for even a moment, my own. Selfish and dramatic.

The Duke. Cliché and terrible. "Kind" to no one but me. Endless expensive gifts, pressuring grand displays, and eyes that linger possessively. Violence at the drop of a hat.

But oh, let us not forget the ASSASSIN! Yes, the LEADER of the ASSASSIN'S Guild! That somehow, someway, decided I was a prize worth possessing. A cutesy little "interesting" doll. That? Gods only knows, what will happen when he grows bored.

Lingering and haunting me. Crawling through windows. Standing too close, to touch my hair and drop cryptic bits of information that always hint at terrible things. Having to watch my words so SO carefully. Lest someone end up DEAD.

And let's not forget the WORST offender! The most clingy of them ALL!

My sister's FIANCÉ.

The Crown PRINCE! Yes, not some average noble, but a ROYAL!! And the man can't CONTROL himself! But does anyone else care? Noooooo! It's ROMANTIC. True loooove~! Aren't we CUTE together? Surely my Sister, his FIANCÉE, is just JEALOUS. How VILE. Disgusting, they scoff!

I should start throwing chairs.

This house is a nightmare.

I curl closer to my sister. Releasing her skirts to slip an arm around her waist. Hugging her, pressing my face close. She puts her cup down with a soft clink. A second hand joining the first to stroke my head. Cup my cheeks.

"My Dearest, you can not hide against my skirts indefinitely. As much as I would love to let you." She says, voice soft and cool like swirling mist, tilting my face up so she can look me in the eyes. "You DO need to eat eventually, as do I. Unfortunately, I can not keep you here forever. Come, help me plan the wedding. We can look at cake styles."

I'd rather be planning a funeral.

"Not until I get a son out of him, I'm afraid."

Wut.

I blink, not sure I heard that right. Look up at my softly smile sister. No. No, I probably didn't. Wishful thinking maybe? Or I've just been around Stabby too much. I scramble to my feet. Fighting my own girlish abomination of a skirt. I hate it. It's cutesy to the point of mocking. I'm in my TWENTIES for God's sake! Not EARLY twenties either!

Why do I have a BOW ON MY ASS?!

Because I am the Protagonist. Baby faced and Pwecious~☆. Fucking INFANTALIZED. I could BITE.

I sigh, take the arm my sister offers me, and tuck myself into her side. Rest my head upon her shoulder. It's a little uncomfortable, with all the jewelry she must wear. But damn it! I want my cuddles!

I bask, as we walk, in the comfort it brings.

She's strong and graceful. Smells like a delicate spring morning, all rare flowers and new growth. A hint of expensive spice. I LOVE being the little sibling. When it's HER that's treating me so. Because she makes it precious. Comfortable. Like we could spend our lives, together like this. The best of friends.

Happy.

If only people would... you know... stop trying to FUCK me. I prefer my hobbies. For God's sake, I'm RICH and a second child. I HAVE basicly no responsibilities except "don't embarrass the family". Or that WOULD be the case? If our parents weren't so intent on... "pushy dating advice".

"Would you like some lovely news, Dearest?" Whispers my sister, as she sweeps us past some upset looking maids, towards the tea room. I nod. "I've made some wonderful headway with some... ambitious gentlemen, about your little cockroach problem. They are quite efficient. I'm likely to recommend them."

I stiffle a snort. Oh my god. My sister sent thugs after a few of the suitors? Holy shit! That's amazing! Is THAT why I haven't seen them around lately? They got scared?

We settle in our seats. Tea and snacks. The maid looks... nervous. Weird. My sister smiles kindly, somehow startling the poor thing, making her flinch. Oh dear. I try to smile reassuringly. No harm no foul, right? Yet the poor girl reacts like I've cast myself into a lion pit for her. Flees.

....I'm beginning to suspect someone is abusing our waitstaff.

It's probably that bastard lech of a fiance.

We need to keep him away from the maids. And me. Women in general honesty. If I had my say, he wouldn't be allowed near my SISTER either. But she insists, and- Oooh! This one's CUTE! Sis, Sis! LOOK at the little details on this one!

"Hmm? Oh that IS lovely! Do you like it? If so, we shall sample it at once. I want the day to be perfect for us, Dearest. You're my world after all. There's NOTHING I wouldn't give you. A shame though, that our parent's will likely be too sick to see me wed."

It really was. I had my differences with them, but... it was their DAUGHTER'S WEDDING you know? Whatever they had caught, during their endless string of parties, was ravaging their health. It seemed agonizing. Slow. Yet even in the midst of planning her WEDDING, all the gossip and backstabbing, my sister dutifully visited them. Brought them tea and kept them company.

I didn't know how she could bear it.

She was a better person then I, I guess.

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megzscribbleznwordz · 7 months ago

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nathan explosion x reader?

I love Nathan omg, I think him and Murderface are my top fav Dethklok members. I'm spreading my "Nathan Explosion Is secretly a big ol' softie" agenda :3<

Nathan Explosion

Nathan is probably the first to catch a crush on you, and he’s very good at hiding it should the need arise

He’s the front-man of one of the most famous bands like, ever. He’s definitely a bit apprehensive at the start of his relationship. How’s he supposed to be able to tell his lover isn’t just some groupie trying to get in close?

Once he grows past these anxieties, however, Nathan is a surprisingly sweet guy. He remembers literally everything you mention. You like this band? He uses his connections in the industry to get you tickets. You have a favorite movie? He loves spending time watching it with you

Goes ALL OUT for anniversaries. Like, clears his schedule and plans a whole day to celebrate his relationship with you. He’s not too much of the ‘random gift’ type, but you know he buys you tons of treats and little gifts for the occasion

Nathan is very much a gesture-based lover. Holds the door for you, offers to hold and carry things for you, etc. Loves being the “big, strong man” in the relationship, it makes him feel needed and important

A bit of a traditional romantic. He loves to plan dates, nine times out of ten during his downtime he's conspiring about what the next date could be, what sorts of places you'd like to go, what restaurants you'd mentioned wanting to try, etc.

Common Pet names include: Babe, Hun, Honey, Sweetness (this one is reserved for those quiet moments alone…)

Nathan has definitely tried to write a few songs about you, which…is very cute, in an odd heavy-metal laced way. There’s something so…Nathan about hearing sweet, tender words set to the tune of death metal

#adult swim #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse #nathan explosion #nathan explosion x reader #gender unspecified #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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randomchaosyay · 11 months ago

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Muichiro Tokito- Remember

Warnings: Angst Sandwich! Canon typical violence

Angst-Fluff-ANGST

I had an urge to write this thought

Welp this has been in my drafts for months figured I might as well post it

Sort of part 2

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You loved Muichiro and Muichiro loved you. Every moment you two could, you spent together, hand in hand, everywhere. Anyone who knew either of you knew that where one of you was the other was sure to follow. Everyday was blissful. Pure, kind, and sweet.

You’d always get flowers and candy from him, always your favorites and you’d give him his favorites. He was so sweet and kind, never forgetting a thing about you. Oh, how in love you two were.

Until it happened. Yuichiro died. He was killed, by a demon. Muichiro’s memories were gone. He didn’t remember anything or anyone, not even you. You tried to remind him. Oh, how you tried. He didn’t know you, and he simply didn’t care.

Then you were separated. Muichiro went off to kill demons, not even sparing you a goodbye. Then again, perhaps you were the one foolish enough to wish for a goodbye from the boy who didn’t even know you.

You had decided then what you were going to do. Maybe it was a suicide mission, or perhaps it was a foolish desire to see him again, at least once. You had chosen to join the demon slayer corps.

It was two years before you saw Muichiro again. You spent days and hours just training, you survived the final selection, killing every demon that passed your path. You let your sadness and rage consume you, ruthlessly killing any demon.

By the time you became a hashira you had killed well over one hundred demons, but you refused to become a hashira until you’d taken down at least one of the twelve kizuki. Then the day came. You encountered the Lower Moon 6 and after a tough battle you came out on top, though you had some permanent scars down your arm.

Now finally, finally, to the delight of Ubayaka-sama, you had decided to become a hashira.

All the Hashira were present for your initiation ceremony, many were wary, for they had heard stories from the ones who were partnered with you on your missions. How you’re ruthless in killing demons yet so very kind off the battlefield.

Once you reached the ceremony, to your surprise, Muichiro was there. A hashira, how were you even surprised, you’d expect nothing less from your Muichiro. Not that he was yours anymore.

Everyone was kind and welcoming in their own way, surprisingly enough to everyone you became fast friends with Sanemi, well, as close as you could get to being friends with Sanemi anyways. Muichiro was a different story

Muichiro was always spacing out and he would forget things. He still adored looking at the clouds, often he’d steal you away from your training to gaze at the sky with him, that was all before of course.

He didn’t remember you, which stung more than you thought.

Walking around the hashira compound you thought on what to do. You were unsure of whether you should remind Mui of who you were or if you should leave him alone.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the boy in front of you. Pausing your stride only, when you had run into Muichiro.

“Oh! Sorry!” You said to Muichiro, apologetically.

“It’s alright,” he responded his tone soft, like he was here, but he wasn’t. He reached his hand forward towards you, not noticing the look of shock on your face. “You have a leaf in your hair”.

You tried to calm your heart as Muichiro plucked a leaf out of your hair. You weren’t sure what your poor heart had expected, or why it was beating so very fast.

After that, you and Muichiro would somehow end up seeing each other often. May it be in the halls or simply around the compound, you’d end up running into each other all the time. Maybe that’s why you made such a foolish decision. Maybe that’s why you decided, that you would try to win his heart, once again.

Whenever you’d see Muichiro now, you’d give him his favorite snacks or maybe his favorite flowers. You’d think of him on your missions and bring him back little trinkets from wherever you went.

Perhaps that’s how Muichiro came to like you again too. Secretly he enjoyed receiving your little gifts, enjoyed the attention. He actively sought you out, never admitting to it of course.

He’d be around you when he didn’t have a mission, following and waiting for whatever you had to say to him next. He’d watch the clouds with you when you two just felt like being lazy. He’d let you play with his hair when you were feeling down, adoring the way you’d smile when you were done styling it.

A few weeks later, you and Muichiro were closer than ever. Once he was back from his mission you were thinking of confessing to him again. Your thoughts drifted off to him once again, like they often did when he was gone. Though this time, your crow broke you out of your thoughts. It cawed at you, telling you to report back to Ubayaka-sama for another mission.

You reported back to the demon slayer headquarters, met with a hoard of about 10 demon slayers of the lower ranks. Entering Ubayaka-sama’s room you got down on your knees and payed your respects to him. As he let you rise, he explained the situation, there was an unranked and unreported threat on a peak not far from here and he needed you to go exterminate any demons, the lower ranked slayers were also being sent with you due to a shortage of the higher ranks.

The journey there was short once you had gathered the essentials, the other slayers good company on the way there. Yet you still missed Muichiro, you looked forward to him being back, to spending more time with him. You really did love him.

You reached the small mountain with the others and climbed half way up, pausing immediately. The hairs on your neck stood up straight, something felt wrong, dangerous. Though you had paused, half your group hadn’t, perhaps the ones used to hashira’s doing their own things.

It took only a moment for their bodies to be sliced in half. They didn’t even have a chance to scream. Blood drenched into the ground where they had once stood. Five bright and capable demon slayers, gone in the blink of an eye. Two screamed and tried to run the other direction, their heads were severed from their bodies. All that was left were you and three others, one of whom was hurling into the bushes right next to them.

You had to calm down, you had to focus. As the next one was killed, you spotted it. The weapon of murder. Small quick blades stabbing growing then retracting, slicing through your fellow demon slayers. As the blades retracted, you followed it back, yelling at the remaining two demon slayers to hide behind trees and get shelter. You dodged through the ones being shot out at you. Finally you reached the source, a vaguely humanized demon with six arms and legs made of goo. The blades that killed your comrades grew and retracted from his teeth.

The battle was hard fought, your stamina was running out. You had him, you nearly had him. Your blade was so close to his neck. So why? Why had one of the demon’s blades pierced your flesh, hitting vital organs and twisting on the way out. You were going to die. You were going to die and you wouldn’t be able to protect anyone. You wouldn’t be able to protect Muichiro. Muichiro. You’d miss him.

Just as you’d accepted your fate becoming demon food, a blur of blue and black flashed behind it. A slice and the demon was dead. Muichiro. He was here. He ran to you and held you in his arms. He was warm. Oh so warm.

“Muichiro,” your voice called out weakly, “you’re here. Before I die Mui, I have to tell you”

“Stop talking, it wastes energy. And you’re not going to die.” He cut you off as he wrapped a torn off strip of his haori around your midsection.

“I love you.” You knew you weren’t going to make it out of this so you have to tell him now while you still could. You had loved him as long as you could remember.

Your breaths are shallow and weak. Chest barely rising again. You were going to die. Die because he was a bit too late to save you. Just a minute that’s all it would’ve taken. Suddenly Muichiro remembered, memories of you and him came flooding back to him. Memories he didn’t even know he had.

“Muichiro,” you called again, snapping him out of his reverie. “please don’t forget me”

With that his attention was solely on you again as you bled out. You didn’t open your mouth again. Your eyes glossed over. You didn’t take another breath. You were dead. You had died in his arms. And there was nothing he could do about it.

“I love you too” He said, with tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t tell you that earlier. Why did he never tell you that earlier? Why why why. He had months, ages to tell you. So why now when you were dead and gone. He’d never get to hear your voice, your laugh. He’d never get to see your adoration filled eyes as you looked at him. He’d never get to feel your touch again, your hands playing with your hair softly.

He loves you, he always will. You used your last bit of strength to ask him not to forget you. A waste. After all, what good was his memory if he wasn’t to remember you? Remember you he would, he’d rather die than not.

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 2 months ago

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Please can you do this Yandere!Neko! Jotaro x Female! Reader Who Loves Cats

pd: how is your day? I hope well I just wanted to tell you that I love you nwn

I don’t know what to call this little piece, horror fluff? Dark fluff? Guess readers compulsion to pet cats can make it fluffy, I like my Yandere on the thriller/horror romance side so I can’t help it.

Also reader mildly is aware of their lack of common sense here, Yandere! Neko! Jotaro Kujo x Fem! Reader

Jotaro Kujo was tall, intimidating, and somewhat reserved. Wherever you ended up being, he managed to be there with little trouble. Regardless if your jobs aligned in similar fields or not. There were times he had no business being around you, but interestingly even if you were a bit out of your wits end there was something stopping you from running away full speed ahead. (Not including this man’s keen intuition making it impossible for you to get help in the first place).

There was an interesting conundrum you had with your personal stalker. A reason that would make a sane person want to strangle you for your lack of common sense.

That was the fact Jotaro quite literally had cat ears, “neko” people were around in many places, but you never were close to anyone who had them. To put it lightly you loved cats, and petting them was a comfort you welcomed after a full day of stress. You even had a few cat decorations right at home.

You weren’t fond of less people talking to you, or downright being hesitant in hanging out when you offered. Yet Kujo would be around the corner waiting in the same coffee shop you planned on going to. Knowing he never usually went to this one before you really knew him. Yet as nervous as you were continually bumping into him in public spaces, you allowed this violation of personal time due to staring at his ears.

Black, just like his hair, pointy, and looked very soft to the touch. You couldn’t help but wonder how he kept that strange hat of his on with them. Regardless you made note of every cute flicker, the slight adjustment to hear something, these things just screamed at you to go up to him and scratch them. And you’d usually do it when he’s turned around, but you’d straight up stare at his ears instead of his eyes occasionally when Jotaro would talk to you.

He already knew you had a penchant towards cat related things, from your obvious staring to finding his way into your own apartment without you knowing. And one afternoon, the tall male would take advantage from you leaving something behind at that cafe you liked.

A knock on the door made you jump, you just got home a few minutes ago after realizing you left behind an important notebook at the cafe. Terrifying timing considering how little time that took. Yet for one reason or another you don’t decide to cower in your room, you go straight for the door.

Opening it you’re staring at the full 195 cm Jotaro Kujo, his blue/green eyes piercing your own.

“This is yours isn’t it?” He asks this like he doesn’t know,

You nod carefully about to reach for it but the black haired male suddenly closes the short distance between the both of you. The door opening wider, until he invites himself in, with a force you can’t describe guiding you backwards. He shuts the door firmly once fully in your apartment.

“Is there something you need?” You stutter out awkwardly, your brain screaming to do anything other than be an unmoving statue. You’re freaking out at how Jotaro knows your place so well, as he sits the notebook in the exact place you usually do, yet logic goes out the window as you fixate on those damn ears again.

“You’re fond of cats right?” He gets straight to the point.

“I…uh…kind of strange to barge into my apartment and ask that but yes” You nod

“Then it wouldn’t be strange to ask if you have a thing for my ears would it?” He phrased it as if it were a hypothetical. You both already knew the answer to this however.

Nervously swallowing you confirmed that anyway

“I-I uh always wanted to pet them, they look so soft to the touch”

“That’s what I thought” he seemed to confirm his thoughts out loud while boxing you in towards your own couch. A shudder goes through your body as an unnatural force once again moves you towards your furniture. Once you sit it seems to dissipate, after Jotaro himself sits next to you.

This was a concoction of horrifying and weird, but as soon as Jotaro takes off his white hat staring at you knowingly the whole time. You can’t help but have your eyes glued to his ears, hesitantly reaching towards them until contact was made. Your pupils dilate, his ears were as soft as you were expecting. Eventually you found yourself start to rub both of them at the same time.

“It’s so cute” you smile acting like you were in a trance,

Meanwhile Jotaro’s heart rate was exploding out of excitement, abruptly his arms pulled you closer. Making you gasp in astonishment, his chest firmly against yours. One of his hands now starting to rub up and down the small of your back.

You were clawing awkwardly at his hair seeing if it would get him to loosen his grip. Until something invisible was squeezing them to prevent you from doing so.

“I came all this way to let you pet my ears” he mumbled by your left ear. “Don’t push it”

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere scenario #Technically Yandere pt 4 Jotaro but unspecified #yandere jojo’s bizarre adventure

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toxintouch · 1 year ago

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TOUCHSTARVED WISH LIST:

Leander kills one of his Bloodhounds for you.

One of Leander’s Bloodhounds is affected by your (the MC's) curse, and Leander has to kill them to protect you. He is strangely unaffected by this. All of his attention is on you and your wellbeing. He’ll give you an emotional reaction to his Bloodhound’s death if prompted - if he thinks you need to see that from him. But, at least while it's just the two of you, he seems much more invested in reassuring you:

It wasn't your fault.

Bonus points:

Leander purposely exposes one of his Bloodhounds to your curse… Not to exploit the power of your curse like others have, but to save you.

Maybe one day, Lowtown floods. You scramble to save yourself, find yourself hanging precariously onto higher ground, clinging desperately to the awning of a building as the torrent of water rushing below you threatens to wash you away with the tide.

The Bloodhounds respond immediately, working to save those they can. Leander finds you quickly–too quickly to be coincidence?–

You can see that Leander's face is set in determination, so different from the blushing man who holds your hands and whispers sweet words to you. You hear him calling out to the Bloodhound group closest to you, instructing one of them in particular to help you up.

Leander has seen that your safeguards (bandages, etc.) have been thrown into disarray, the bite of the stone building having ripped through any fabric previously covering your hands.

The Bloodhound, too, sees your cursed flesh. They can extrapolate that touching your hand will be as good as a death sentence, but still…

The Bloodhound doesn't even hesitate.

– (You do, though. You try and dodge the hand reaching out for you without losing your hold completely, but regardless of your struggle you find yourself hoisted up, a strong grip wrapped firmly around you, the Bloodhound's own hands tensing, gripping you tighter and tighter and tighter as you barely manage to get your knees under you, find the solid ground now below you, prepare to) –

Leander doesn't hesitate either.

Does not even wait to verify your curse has taken effect.

The magic he uses is swift, death instantaneous. The Bloodhound's dead body drops before you, a macabre tribute, a morbid testimony of Leander's affection.

#touchstarved fanfic #touchstarved game #leander touchstarved #touchstarved leander #what is tag #touchstarved wishlist: leander #toxintouch writing #cw: death #one lil' post before sleep goodnight ya'll i humbly offer this while kinda half asleep & unable to proofread but hopefully it is ok #Unspecified MC #leander x mc #leander x reader #note to self: flavor tag needed #touchstarved game wishlist

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am-i-interrupting · 5 months ago

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Omega Jinx Masterlist

Summary: a series of loosely connected one shots and headcanons taking place in the omega verse where Jinx is an omega who presented late. Feel free to send in your requests both SFW & NSFW.

“Omega Jinx” tag for any asks related to these headcanons & one shots.

Headcanons:

Beta Reader [safe for work]

General Headcanons [reader unspecified, not safe for work]

General Headcanons Part II [reader unspecified, safe for work]

One-Shots:

Jinx Presenting [reader unspecified, safe for work]

Protective Predator [alpha reader, safe for work]

Reactions to Jinx Presenting ft Sevika & Vi [reader unspecified, safe for work]

#reader unspecified meaning secondary gender unspecified #this is open for reader to be any secondary gender #unless a request specifically requests for an alpha/omega/beta reader #arcane jinx x you #arcane jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #jinx x reader #jinx x you #omega jinx

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hatussy · 8 months ago

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— ❝glory❞

pairing: unspecified male character x f!reader word count: 650 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], glory hole, anonymous sex, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex, anonymous creampie

summary: in which you take advantage of a faceless cock

prompt: hair pulling / glory hole / teasing

kinktober | masterlist

The bathroom at the shady dive bar was dimly lit. What you hoped was only water covered the linoleum floors in puddles, beneath the sink and near the toilet were the worst. Your shoes shambled for purchase in those spots and you assessed the toilet seat, giving it a wipe down with some paper before discarding it in the bowl and taking a seat.

It was seedy as hell, and the hole in the wall to your left didn’t fill you with confidence.

You quickly did your business and flushed, hoping to wash your hands before rejoining your friends. The flushing next door brought your eyes to the little hole in the wall, where a clothed bulge pushed through. You turned towards the sink, washing your hands and watching in the mirror as he rubbed himself. Undoing his pants swiftly before his dick emerged through the hole.

The cock was long and thick, tip angry and red, and leaking a bead of precum. Involuntarily, you licked your lips as you ripped some paper and dried your hands. Your heart was pounding, unsure whether you actually wanted to partake.

You didn’t even know what the guy looked like. You had no idea what he was expecting to happen, but it was clearly something if the hole in the wall was well known.

Something told you it was, that’s why it was there. Men getting their rocks off thanks to some anonymous hand or mouth. Or hole.

You shuddered at the thought, nipples hardening at the rush that coursed through you. He was just a faceless cock, and it had been so long. What could a few strokes hurt?

Your heels clicked across the floor as you closed the lid on the seat of the toilet, sitting facing the cock that jutted out towards you. You took your lip between your teeth as your hand shot out to hold him, his cock immediately twitching at the contact and a low groan rumbling from the other side of the wall.

Slowly, you dragged your hand from base to tip, swiping your finger through the arousal leaking from his tip. You clenched your thighs together as your other hand cupped his balls, softly rolling them as you teased his tip.

He shuffled, pushing his cock further through the hole as you worked him over. Thighs squeezed together as you leant forward and wrapped your lips around his tip, tongue delving into his slit and tasting his salty arousal.

His cock twitched again, a low groan ripping from his throat. You took a little more of him before your hands hooked into the side of your panties and pulled them down. You were slick with arousal. The faceless cock continued to strain through the hole even as you turned around and propped a foot up on the toilet seat. You reached between your legs, positioning his cock at your entrance before sinking back into him.

You bit your lip as your ass pressed against the wall, his hips starting to thrust into your slick hole at an unrelenting pace. You circled your clit with two fingers, using your other hand to brace against the opposite wall, keeping your ass pressed snugly to the opening.

You clenched down around his cock, moaning in pleasure as the coil in your abdomen wound tighter. His thrusts were hard and fast, grunts sounding from the other side of the wall. His cock twitched as your orgasm crashed over you, body convulsing and tightening around him. He groaned heartily, his seed coating your spongy walls as he climaxed.

You felt empty and used as he pulled out, not so much as a single word spoken between you. You cleaned up as best you could, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom with your head held high, and a stranger’s cum dripping down your thighs.

#anonymous sex #unspecified male character x reader #x reader smut #anonymous male character x reader #kinktober

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prttykittes · 2 years ago

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— DAY .one [kinktober] PREDATOR/PREY

"my sweet rabbit!" — Unspecified/oc x GN!Reader !

Synopsis:: walking down a path, walking alone with just a basket in hand. You can't shake off the feeling, someone is watching you.

CW. Predator/Prey, noncon, no genitals mentioned, rough sex, biting, marking, cumming inside, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly blood.

A/N :: (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ can be seen as noncon or dubcon! Written by a minor, block me if uncomfortable!! (⁠｢⁠`⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠｢ reader is kinda dumb and naive. Reader is actually a bunny hybrid. Sorry if this sucks, ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

[ KINKTOBER 2023; ] — masterlist

THE SKY was beautiful, a beautiful time to go have a small outing by yourself! Walking down the path, it was nice and there was no trash on the path or near the path! Walking down the path, basket in hand. There were no clouds in sight, the weather was perfect.

You were happily skipping, your ears flopping with your movements.

As you walk down the path, you shake slightly for some reason you had a feeling that someone was watching you.

You looked around and saw none, maybe it was animal?

You let out a shakily sigh, maybe you should had let someone come with you?

Some owls hooted, you continued walking and looked around for the perfect spot for relaxing.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

You jumped slightly, the owl suddenly hooted scared you. The sun was coming down, the sunset was beautiful the colors were beautiful.

Setting down the red and white blanket, you had that feeling again. Someone's or something's eyes on you, sitting down on the blanket.

"Oof!" You flopped on the blanket, the air smelled nice. Everything was perfect and beautiful.

After some minutes, you saw some dark cloud and you had an bad feeling in your stomach. Something didn't feel right, you looked around and got up.

Suddenly you heard a loud sound, the sound sounded like running. "Wha—" you turn to see but it was too late.

You got pushed on the ground, your head hurts so as your body. You opened your eyes, the person's face was creepy looking, it had glare of desire….

"Hey! Please get off m–"

He grabbed your neck and started to kiss you, you gasped. "Mmh! Sto–" he bite your neck, you gasped loudly you started to kick your feet but he didn't stop.

"Mmh.." you heard him, that's the only sound that came out his mouth so far. You saw blood from his mouth, you whimpered. Your neck was hurting, he licked his lips before ripping off your lower clothing.

*Riipp!!*

You gasped, he licked his fingers and ripped off your underwear as well. He glanced at you before shoving his two digits in your hole.

"AHh!" You yelled, you grabbed his wrist, hoping to stop his attack.

He growled and continued to attack your hole with his digits, you could feel his sharp nails digging against your walls.

"AHh! Pwlease stop it!" You yelled, your eyes began tearing up but he growled and covered your mouth with his hand.

You moved your grip on his wrist to the blanket under you, you whimpered in pain. You started to kick your feet in hope that he would stop but he didn't.

He leaned down and still fingered you, he pulled out and suck on his fingers. You could hear him moan at the taste of you, "mmh.." your heart incase, your heart was racing. You jumped when you heard a sound, you felt a slap on your thigh. "Ah!" You looked down and saw that his pants were down and he rubbed his crotch.

You tried moving backwards but he grabbed your hips and shoved you on his dick. You threw your head back, you yelled in pain by the sudden thick big thing inside of you. "AHhh!" You cried as your heart raced, your chest and body felt tight. His movements weren't sweet or romantic, it was rough and pain. His dick never stopping ramming inside of you, you gripped the blanket hard. "Mmh" he growled and moaned, his teeth gritted and he put his face in your neck. You felt his fangs glazing your neck, you whimpered.

"Ngghh.." you roughly closed your eyes it was pain, his movements were never slow or stopping. His balls were hitting your ass, it made a loud clapping noise. He growled loudly before his hips stopped as you could feel a hot liquid filling you up. "Ngh!" You closed your eyes and bit your lip, you bit your lip so hard that it started to bleed. He noticed and licked the blood off, he pulled out as his cum dropped out of your hole, you felt empty. Your body limp and your eyes were hazy, your hole felt sore and empty… His gaze was the same before, seems like his fun was never gonna stop.

#kittymilk #kittyorgans #kittypussy #tw.noncon #tw.dark content #x reader smut #gender neutral reader #x reader #smut #tw.predator x prey #kinktober #oc x reader smut #male oc x reader #oc x reader #unspecified x reader

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shadowcitrine · 11 months ago

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Quiet

Daryl×Reader

Just a drip, 110 words, no warnings.

Written for @enlightndone

It's quiet, even for the end of the world. The flitting birds of the morning silenced as they waited out the heat of the day in their nests. If it wasn't for the occasional Walker you could almost believe the whole world was napping, all but you and Daryl.

Laying on your backs you watched the midday sun filter through the leaves, shades of green and gold sending beams that tickled your face. Beside you Daryl softly sighed, eyes closed as a gentle breeze teased his hair.

"Need t' get goin' soon." it was a soft rumble thick with sleep. You hummed in agreement but neither of you moved.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fanfic #the walking dead #unspecified gender

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mymreaderlibrary · 1 year ago

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Maybe it's just cause I'm replaying Dying Light but with Cod zombies being a thing I'm thinking about the TF141 in an apocalypse type scenario. Just a blurb idk if I’ll do anything with this.

Gonna lean heavily into the story of Dying Light here because I love it. Note that mc/ reader takes a combined role of Bracken, Jade, and Kyle C. That being said there is no Bracken, Jade, or Kyle in this universe and Rahim is reader’s younger brother.

[TF141 x male reader, no relationship (yet), zombies, death and gore, ramblings/ lore skimming]

[Length: 1,480 words]

The 141 are given a private mission to infiltrate the city of Harran and hunt down a terrorist residing in the area. He's stolen highly sensitive documents and is threatening to have them released through an informant if something happens to him. A standard deal where the task force is concerned however Harran itself is the dangerous part of the mission.

A disease has ravaged the city, being the first documented case of what is now known as the Harran Virus. It is a strain of rabies that zombifies any of those infected, making them instinctively hunt down other warm blooded creatures to spread. The city has been completely quarantined and the virus has not gotten outside of it yet, but this also makes the area a cesspool, concentrated with death and disease. Reports say there are no living (or at least non infected) residents remaining aside from the terrorist group which have holed themselves in an unknown location. Because of this a strike has been permitted to raze Harran in hopes of destroying the virus or at the least any violent infected. A counteractive medicine is in development with its prototype being given to the task force in case of emergency, however there is no solid solution beyond massacring infected. It's not pretty work but the world can't risk this disease breaking out.

The 141 are given specialized equipment, thick gear, loads of medical equipment, and a collection of high end firearms. The team are air dropped into the lower city and instructed to start their search immediately.

The sun is already beginning to set by the time they land. It would almost be pretty if it weren’t for all the viscera in the streets creating a sour rotten stench. Both Gaz and Soap wretch but do their best to push through, keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of life. It doesn’t take long for them to find hostiles except to their surprise it’s not infected. Instead a group of well armed thugs attempt to corner them. They’re all carrying machetes and nail bats, some with masks while others have paint creating three jagged stripes across their face. Ghost notes their lack of firearms as odd but chalks it up to lacking proper equipment (even if their body armor told otherwise).

Regardless it goes about as well as you expect for the thugs against such well trained soldiers, however hell breaks loose when Soap decides to fire his pistol. A banshee like scream is heard from across the street and their attackers scatter without hesitation, even leaving behind their wounded. Quickly a horde of infected begin rushing towards the task force, mouths gaped wide and moaning. The zombies they were told of were slow and bumbling but these were ravenous. They ran, yelled wildly, clawed at the 141 with a fervor, and with each shot of the team's firearms another horde would soon follow. It was clear they were overwhelmed and the fear that the mission was over before it even began quickly hit. A pained hiss sounded from Ghost as a zombie managed to pull off his glove and bite into the calloused flesh of his hand. Another slammed Gaz onto the pavement and began chewing into his shoulder. Price and Soap just barely threw off their friend's attackers but the assault only continued.

As another infected went to claw at Price's face the zombie's head flew clean off. The corpse flopped down to the side, convulsing wildly, but unable to keep attacking. A group of young men and women, wearing uniforms unlike the thugs from before, began dragging the team out from the horde. They threw firecrackers over their shoulders and onto the street, catching the infected's focus and separating their numbers. A man in particular seemed to be leading the 141's saviors, giving quiet orders through hand signals to his comrades.

They got a solid distance before the same man began looking them over for injuries in a building. The lowered visibility from the growing dark made it difficult but not impossible. Gaz and Ghost were the only ones bitten meanwhile Soap and Price were scraped from their scuffle with the thugs. Despite the bites being small they bled heavily and the two men had already broken out into sweats. Shaking violently Gaz’s legs buckled and he began to cry out in pain. Ghost faired no better his eyes looking dazed and unfocused as he could only hiss out panicked breaths. Gaz's pain seemed to recapture the attention of the infected outside as banging began on the door of their refuge. A young woman went to barricade the entry but the vicious sound persisted. A fist broke through the wood and scratched at the woman's eye but she didn't falter, using her back to block the entry.

In the commotion Price recalled the prototype medicine he had been given by their contractor and quickly pulled out two small syringes. Their rescuers gave them an odd look before the leader snatched it out of his hands and injected both men without question. It took a moment for the medicine to take effect but the pair began to go lax, heartbeats slowing to a normal pace. However they were still too weak to stand and the door was beginning to buckle. The woman barricading it was grabbed and dragged out into the dark street by the vicious creatures. The rescue leader tried to pull her out but it was too late.

With a pained look in his eye the leader commanded the remaining men and women to take the 141 back to "The Tower" while he distracted the zombies away from them. He left no room for argument and they were whisked away quickly from the regrowing horde. The now nearly black streets greeting them as they ran, carrying their fallen comrades.

The journey to this tower, which turned out to be an apartment complex covered in UV lights, took a lot of climbing but eventually they were welcomed through the front gates. Or well, welcomed was an overstatement, it was more like begrudgingly let through after some convincing from their rescuers. The guards at the door glared at the men and Price could hear them scoffing about their missing leader and how “Rahim is gonna be pissed”. Seems that man wasn't just a leader to those runners but to this tower as a whole. And well if that wasn't a way to instantly ruin your reputation.

They were transferred to the medical ward where Gaz and Ghost stayed, far too out of it to get out of their cots. It was honestly quiet odd seeing the two laying dazed and pale. While the medicine seemed to have some sort of effect, there was no saying for how long. It was still only a prototype.

Soap and Price on the other hand could leave after getting bandaged, only suffering superficial wounds. They were instructed to rest, guided to some rooms a floor below where they saw several civilian types. Men, women, children... a mother in the corner cradling her crying baby trying to convince him to go back to sleep. A father sitting beside his two daughters resting on a cot covered by a thin sheet. A teen boy sitting alone, curled up on a chair shaking. Life. Something they were told didn't exist down here outside of terrorists.

One day on and the mission was already a mess, two soldiers down, emergency meds already in use, a whole community of civilians discovered, a possible ally MIA, and they had not an ounce of info to show for it. Sleeping after that just didn't feel right but the two men supposed there was nothing they could do as the tower was locked until morning. If the screams and yowls of dead were anything to go off of, it sounded like the infected were more active in the night. Who knew if this tower’s leader was even alive out there amongst the savage undead.

It took what felt like a year for the sun to rise again but just as daylight cusped the window Price could hear commotion downstairs. Cheers, shouts, panicked calls for a medic. As him and Soap peered onto the floor above they spotted that same leader from before now being dragged in to the medical ward from the stairs. Blood trailed behind him, his arms littered with cuts, bruises, and bites, but he was conscious and attempting to walk. A thick stream of red pooled from his temple down his chin and for a split second his gaze caught Price. His eyes were near unreadable, murky like Ghost's but still alert enough to be aware of what was going on. He seemed almost satisfied seeing the captain alive and well but quickly was taken away to be bandaged.

This mission was already hell.

#mw #my work #cod #cod mw #dying light #crossover #captain price #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #male reader #unspecified male reader #x male reader #cod x male reader #zombie apocolypse au #zombie au #dying light au

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