#2K PLUS WORDS..

[mirchoff]

working on something lowkey and chill for llb currently and thought i’d share a lil snippet…. maybe someone will beat me to the fandom tag (please. i beg.)

It’s a relatively big thing to say for the moment. Things are the same, and they’re not. Jackie still takes the yoke out of her eggs, and they have blood on their hands. Lou still feels the indescribable weight of Jackie’s pulse on her body, and there’s more blood on their hands. Hours of scrubbing, a curious Happy Meal sniffing at the metallic odor, another rug as a makeshift coffin — and for what? Beth, yes, and her siblings. And then there’s a voice in the smallest parts of her body spelling out in a rumble, J-A-C-K-I-E.

pleaaaseeee share your thoughts with me on this movie i need little grains of characterization to be planted 🍻

#kinda just taking these losers around america until i run out of things to write for them jshdjsjs #probably will be around 2k words - the most i’ve written for a single fic in So Long #lou has nightmares and jackie is chill about all this because she has lou so like why worry! #i think i missed a lot of the subtleties but i’ve been watching some interviews and trying to write as well as i can for these characters #plus i think post-canon they are different #whether they settle down or go on another killing spree; you can decide #tho i think i do want some blood play in here if you know what i mean…. #and i would not be opposed to depositing another body for plot sake #love lies bleeding

[sealrock]

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

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cw: discussions of death & religion

(ty for the ask @oneiroy!)

"D'you think She's listenin'?" A low voice came from her right. It was midafternoon, a time dedicated to meditation and spiritual nourishment, not childish whispering. Tauvane usually spends her rest period alone in the empty chapel, but the task to monitor the recovery of one poor soul her Sisters had saved fell squarely into her lap. Tauvane didn't falter in her prayers, however. She kept her head bowed, her eyes closed. The muted words flowed from her mouth like water from a spout. She knew the Halonian prayers better than anyone, for it had been ingrained in her mind since she was old enough to talk. "Ya have to wonder if the ice queen up above gives a fig about Her flock if all She does is plug Her ears."

Her eyebrow twitched, a sign of slight irritation. Tauvane rolled the rosary between her fingers, clasping the beads tighter. She heard a petulant sigh and shuffling, followed by a sharp wince. Tauvane let out an exasperated sigh before turning to face her fidgety companion. Pelleas scowled in discomfort as he massaged his lower back. Perhaps the stone pews were too uncomfortable for his battered body, but this was the first time Pelleas had been allowed outside his cell after five moons of confinement.

The spear of a fellow knight impaled his abdomen in the chaos of the ambush. Instead of wisecracking, Pelleas should thank the Fury for aiming the polearm slightly to the right so it would not sever his spine. Tauvane felt a slight twinge of pity for the man, nonetheless—slight.

"Come, you must return to your quarters for another healing session."

"Oh, joy, more manhandling," came a deadpanned response. Tauvane let the comment slide as she helped Pelleas into his wheelchair since he still couldn't walk a few fulms before growing exhausted. Tauvane noted how the muscles atrophied during his time bedridden, meaning he would have to rebuild strength in his legs to support his tall frame. Pelleas, usually cheeky enough to playfully fake aches and pains to get a rise out of his caretaker, was not up to it today. Exhaustion painted Pelleas' features and aged him considerably, his one good eye sunken and dark.

She wheeled him down cold, unassuming hallways and into the snow-covered cloister, making a note to go faster at risk of Pelleas catching sick. Tauvane made no effort to speak to her fellow Swordsisters who passed her by, for they would not turn their gazes to her and her charge. For all concerned, Pelleas was invisible, something to look past.

While not outright forbidden, it was rare for the Order of Saint Jehanne to take in male outsiders, but they wouldn't stay long. The vow of chastity was an unbreakable oath every Swordsister took to heart, but temptation lurked around every corner. To have a man housed underneath their roof for so long was a test sent from the Fury; would Her subjects endure this trial or be swayed by earthly cravings? Pelleas knew not the way of the Swordsisters, and he was as ignorant as a newborn. But even newborns need to be taught much like Tauvane had been.

The warmth from the fireplace kept away the chill from Pelleas' stone walls, his back exposed as he lay on his belly in bed. Tauvane's knowledge in conjury wouldn't be a cure-all, but it helped the man's pains during these long winter months. The tingle of aether weaving through Tauvane's hands set Pelleas' taut muscles underneath the ragged scar tissue at ease, and a sigh of relief broke the silence. Tauvane gave no outward reaction. She continued to provide aid as any good shepherd would do to their flock. But a flock of karakul can't speak.

"I can't stand the church."

Her fingers twitched. Tauvane lifted her gaze to rest on the back of Pelleas' blond head, his face obscured by his cool pillow. His words came out muffled, but the lingering contempt was plain.

"Does that include me, Ser Pelleas? I am but a cog in the greater design."

A mirthless snort came as a response.

"You're a cog, yeah. But not a well-oiled one."

"Why is that?"

Tauvane's neutral response elicited Pelleas to twist onto his back to stare at her. His green eye burned with resentment.

"Look at me, look at yourself. We risk our lives day in and day out for the blasted church filled with sniveling whoresons, fighting this war with no end. We are cogs in a machine, but there's no one operating the machinery. But that's besides the point I'm tryna make: why doesn't Halone send down Her bloody spears and kill the raving lot of snakes already? Why should I have to do all the hard work?"

Tauvane pinched her brows together; she didn't like the tone of voice Pelleas took. He would usually incite Tauvane with innocuous statements of blasphemy that would lead to ecclesiastical debate, but Tauvane never realized Pelleas held such resentment in his heart.

"I suggest you keep your voice down ere any judgment come upon you," she earned a scoff, "but to answer your question: yes, Halone could end the war with one fell swoop. But you and I, as Her congregation, are Her earthly soldiers tasked with preserving the land, and we must continue to show Her our unbending loyalty and spirit to fight. To suffer is to be closer to the Fury, and for you to suggest indolence is inaccurate and borderline heretical. We cannot rely on Halone to solve all of what ails us, for we would not be able to grow. You must have faith in Her, as She does you."

Tauvane's response was automatic and well-rehearsed, but it sounded halfhearted in her ears. Pelleas said nothing, but he didn't seem happy with the answer. Tauvane sighed and licked the dryness off her lips, sitting at the soldier's bedside for what felt like hours, the crackling fire acting like a ticking timepiece.

"I know it's difficult to grasp for someone lapsed in his faith, and you have indeed suffered great loss in your life to warrant your frustrations, but She loves even all wayward souls under Her domain. Volume eleven of the Seventy-two Articles of Halonic Polity says: 'Of the Fury's love all men will receive, and by the balance of Her spear will all be set free.'"

"Is that what you truly believe?"

Her response came a few seconds late, "Of course."

Pelleas worked himself into a sitting position, his good eye meeting Tauvane's steely gaze. He leaned in towards Tauvane's hidden ear, the scent reminiscent of petrichor filling her nose, and whispered:

"Don't kid yourself."

Tauvane recoiled, "Excuse me?"

"Admit it. You're just as bitter as I am. We're supposed to be Halone's children, but look at us: a filthy Brumerat with no future and a sinful halfling. She abandoned us. We got no seat at Her table. I know that line all too well, it's been smacked into me head since I was a child scrounging for food after me folks froze. We're all equal under Halone, yet the wolves at Her gates dressed in fine silks and gold keep me away. For people like me in the Brume, Halone couldn't give a rat's arse about us. If suffering is close to godliness, the whole of the Brume would be saints. If I spent my whole life in solitude like you, constantly praying, singing, and whipping myself, would that earn me a ticket into the Halls? Would I be good enough then?"

It was Tauvane's turn to say nothing. Her gaze wavered—she couldn't bear to look at Pelleas' intense expression any longer.

"You could say I've lapsed in my faith, but I have a hell of a good reason to. You didn't have to watch your parents hopelessly pray for safety in a blizzard, only to wake up the next morning and find them frozen stiff in each other's arms, or spend the rest of your life praying for relief only to be ignored. And what did the holy bitch do to stop it? Absolutely nothing. I spent half of my years screaming for a reason why She couldn't extend Her grace unto me, I have done nothing wrong to be forsaken. You never had to struggle like I did, you've been kept safe and secure in your castle walls here all your life. A privileged life in the bosom of the Fury. So forgive me if my faith calls for the sacrifice of what little I have left, but you don't know me. I'm not a mindless karakul being led off the ledge by the holy book like the rest of you. Call me a heretic if that makes you feel better."

Pelleas was calm as he spoke, but Tauvane could feel the undercurrent of rage in him, evident in how his shoulders hunched over and the low growl in his voice. She dropped her eyes down to her lap and picked at her cuticles in shame. Pelleas was right; she didn't know him at all... But it goes both ways.

"Forgive me for overstepping my bounds, I mean no offense. However, I must make it clear that I am not privileged. Yes, I am a halfling, but I am as much of a sinner to the Fury as anyone else. I was not blessed with a warm and happy home—far from it. My earliest memories are of the confines of my mother's living quarters amongst the servants of my father's house... his lawful wedded wife couldn't bear my presence. I wasn't wanted, I'm a karakul with no shepherd. I was born in the sin of my mother and shaped by my father's iniquity. Contrary to what you may think, I have no place anywhere, not even within the Order."

Pelleas straightened his posture and narrowed his eye, watching Tauvane coolly unpeel the layers of her troubled past like one would do an artichoke. The whole while, Tauvane kept her eyes on the miniature painting of Saint Jehanne hung on the back wall, her patron's humility reflected in the faded watercolors. She detached herself from the current conversation as to not show emotion, she was speaking as is Pelleas wasn't just a few ilms beside her.

"I was like you once. I prayed until my knees bled for salvation, I beat myself raw with reeds for confirmation that She loved me. The church teaches us that Halone loves Her people, so surely She would have boundless adoration for a helpless innocent who did not ask to be born, not if no one else would grant me the feeling of attachment. I have no friends here, they all believe me damned. I prayed for Halone to answer my calls and tell me that I was not a sinner, I have suffered many times for Her. But because of my wretchedness, I would have to endure a thousand hardships before She'll take notice." Tauvane gave a wry smile. 

"As said in volume forty-one, the Parable of the Lost Karakul: "'Which of you men, if you had one hundred karakul, and lost one of them, wouldn't leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one that was lost, until he found it? When he has found it, he carries it on his shoulders, rejoicing. When he comes home, he calls together his friends, his family, and his neighbors, saying; 'Lo, rejoice with me, for I have found my karakul which was lost!' I tell you that even so there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents, than over ninety-nine righteous people who need no repentance.'" I read that passage every night before I went to sleep as a girl. I saw myself as that lost karakul, and Halone as the good shepherd who carried me home. I awaited the day where She would extend Her hand and wrest me from my suffering... that day hasn't come yet."

Tauvane drew in a deep breath, "My devotion to Halone is absolute, I was raised by the Order to honor Her. But my relationship with Her is strained, like a daughter towards her mother. Is it because of my birth that She refuses me? Does life not yet born pass Her keen judgment? For all my life, I have been told of my sin, about how much I need to repent. The price is a hefty sum, and I have already paid half of my life to the balance owed. But how much is enough?"

Silence hung over them for seconds, minutes, hours. The air felt thick, the walls closer than usual. Tauvane felt like she was being buried alive. In truth, only a few minutes passed. Tauvane returned to her senses to find Pelleas propped against the headboard of his bed, arms crossed with a serious countenance. She blinked once, then twice.

"My apologies, I fear I got too ahead of myself. What I said to you is confidential—do not say a word of this to anyone."

The dour look was soon replaced with a playful smirk stretching across his lips, "I would not think it, my fair lady."

Tauvane felt the irritation rise in her throat. She started to say something but quickly clamped her mouth shut. All she could do was shake her head at the snicker she received.

"Enough idle talk. The hour grows late, and I must return to my duties."

"Leaving so soon?" Pelleas pouted, "We were just beginning to bond over our shared disgust for organized religion."

"I'll bring you your supper in a moment. Good day, Ser Pelleas."

Tauvane ignored his last comment in favor of leaving the room, her stride unbroken as she closed the heavy door behind her. In that short moment in the emptiness of the hallway, she allowed herself to double over as it felt like the air had been forced out of her chest. The words that fell out of her mouth began to sink in.

I didn't mean any of that. O 'lone, the almighty heritor of ice, please forgive your humble servant, nothing I said was true.

Tauvane repeated that like a mantra. Why did she do that? To let herself grow so vulnerable to an outsider, a man with loose morals, it settled like a rock in her stomach. Pelleas' soul may not be saved in his final hours, but Tauvane would not be easily swayed.

She let Pelleas know her weak points, and he exploited them to his advantage to spread heretical ideals. Yes. That's the story she'll tell to the Reverend Mother if word gets out about their conversation. Tauvane let go of the doubt in her heart a long time ago through ardent prayer, she's above that now. She knows the Fury would not lead her astray; She loves even a poor sinner like Tauvane unconditionally.

She does.

She doesn't.

Tauvane shook her head as if to rid herself of the niggling worm in the back of her head, a worm that tells only lies. She'll have to show penance for her lack of faith later, a proper mea culpa. The scabbed scars on her back began to itch in protest, but she ignored it.

#inbox #oneiroy #this uh. got away from me. over 2k words jesus christ #lots of mentions of karakul in this one #tauvane and pelleas bonding. not directly related to the prompt but it deals with their complicated relationship with the church + halone #plus their actual relationship with each other wasn't the best in the beginning #that counts as strained right #q. #writings.

[nixotinix]

fic update!!!

alright you little rascals!! i've mentioned a couple times here that I'm working on a new Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde centric fanfiction. Well, it isn't done, not by a long shot. But I am proud to report that it is my longest by FAR. Just chapter 3 is longer than Mortify Curiosity (my prev fic). So, to hold you fiends over, I'm posting a little bit of info about the fic here so y'all can decide if it's a good read for you before it even comes out!!! Said info will be below the cut ^^

Starting off with the basics!! Here's a screenshot from the AO3 draft with the title, tags, and summary.

Like with Mortify Curiosity, my other chaptered fic, I'm finishing this fic COMPLETELY before posting. I know the sting of an unfinished fic, and I wouldn't do that to you.

For some other info: chapter count and chapter titles, plus word count if the chapters are finished! -- -Chapter 1: What is sought is most often found, if it is truly sought -- Word count: 5,141 -Chapter 2: You know all the right moves; use them -- Word count: 7,411 -Chapter 3: Keep in mind the deadline is closing in -- Word count: 12,968 -Chapter 4: His affections, like ivy, were the growth of time -- Word count: ??? -Chapter 5: Confront what frightens or offends you -- Word count: ??? -Chapter 6: That child of Hell had nothing human -- Word count: ??? -Current total word count: 27,739 Just warning y'all, do not expect the other chapters to be as long as chapter 3. I literally do not know what possessed me to write an almost 13k word chapter it just. kinda happened. Chapter 4 is currently sitting at a cool 2,220 words, and I haven't really gotten into the nitty gritty. So it'll probably be a long one too.

Finally, just for you guys, I'll give you a little excerpt from the opening. You'll probably have to click to read, but this is the first 550-ish words. Enjoy ur little snack hehe

i'll reblog this post when the fic comes out so yall can find it huehue

#monster high #holt hyde #jackson jekyll #monster high g3 #nix fanfics #ive had literally so much fun with this fic!!! #i have the basic outline p much..... now i just gotta WRITE it #i really hope this will be worth the wait OTL #my jobs got my ass workin tho.. so we'll see how the fic goes #just got out of a minor writer's block #so im hoping to get around 1.5k-2k words per day but thats VERY optimistic #id be happy with just 1k tbh #but im a slow writer QAQ #hope yall assholes are patient because this one could be a while #it's already been in the works about a month..... #plus all the other stuff i wanna do #we'll see when it comes out #whenever i rb this post :3

[ssreeder]

i know the anon probably didnt have malicious intent but dont feel pressured into writing! we’ll love it anyway, doestn matter if it gets posted next week or next month!

Awwww you’re so sweet thanks for looking out for me :)

I agree I think they were trying to be funny lol, although it is the first time I’ve ever been called a bastard in an ask hah.

You’re amazing as always & I’m so happy you’re still enjoying my fic :)

#I love writing & I do it everyday #I have the next chapter completed and I’m 2k into the next one #but it’s a bit more technical & has some themes im not 100% sure about #so I’ve been researching #i never feel pressured to write thankfully #but I think that’s because I am always doing it haha #but I am getting PRESSURE to NOT write a new fic #I’m being forced to finish LIAB before I start another fic #but…. I wanna so baddddd…… #uggggggghhhhhhhh #I’ll be good though #we still have a little bit of a ways to go to finish this fic #I mean Zuko still needs flaming swords and Sokka has to learn sword bending #so yeah there is that #plus ya know #…. azula and her doomsquad are otw #anywayyyyyy you’re amazing #thank you for checking on me #& giving me kind words #I’m hugging you (& I’m not a hugger so this is my being extra affectionate) #gaykingslayer #liab #ITF #ask

[tswwwit]

I'm making a >:( face at myself.

I told myself I was going to make progress on the projects I was already working on, but no! No, we couldn't possibly do that, could we brain? That would be too straightforward.

Anyway, I've got most of a one-shot written, so at least I've made some words!

#My WIPs are amassing and I quake in fear of the pile #On the plus side this oneshot is very short #Only a couple thousand words and it's very silly #But I also think a lot of you will like it #Once again it's something nobody asked for but I had a thought and I couldn't let it go #It's a reincarnation AU thing with a different reincarnation than the miniseries #Just had a scene in mind that I really needed to get out of my head #Save me from my own brain #Writing is suffering #I wrote 2k of this oneshot in one night which is insane wordcount for me #So I think I gotta post it once it's done

[your-local-ruebit-hole-detective]

Me: alright, this is our first gift exchange, someone is writing something for us so we have to write something in return, we promised.

My brain:

My brain: But what if we finished that videogame we've literally never cared about before?

#rue rants #I will get to it. It's only two days in and I have 800 words and two months left. #plus a separate draft that's at like 2K #but.

[atlas-affogato]

I need to stop having new ideas I need to stop I can't keep up I'm going insane

#i have six smaller wips #and the big one with like 4+ one shot off shoots in the same universe #plus like #eight more ideas #have i finished any of them? #no! #not a single one! #not even my historical au or my college au #which are both so close to being done! #tell me why i started a new story today instead of working on those #i needed a creativity dump and wrote like 2k words for a new au #stop it brain! #its getting out of hand i cant keep up #i just want to finish my shit and post it #goddddddd #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction problems #fanfic problems #fanfic writing #writer problems #jca fanfiction

[pertinax--loculos]

Hey yo, y’all! Hope everybody is well. ^_^ I, for one, am absolutely smashed between work and uni, but I’m trying to get some words down on the occasions that I can. Unfortunately, because of my limited time and brainpower, I’m WIP-hopping something fierce; literally just going with whatever takes my fancy at the time. I could not talk about every single one of them on here, but hey, it’s my blog and if I mention a WIP only for it to disappear into the ether and never be mentioned again, it’s not the end of the world, right? 😅

That said: atm I’m primarily invested in a CASCADE prequel, tentatively titled INUNDATE. It deals with my absolutely favourite relationship in CASCADE, which has a helluva lot of history in that WIP -- so I figured, why not actually write that history? :D (Well, one reason is because of the slow reveals that I have planned for it throughout CASCADE itself, but eh.) So far it’s fun and it also includes a lot of my favourite tropes, aka forbidden love, fucked-up relationships, etc etc. I honestly don’t know whether it’ll ever become anything, but that’s the way it is for the majority of my WIPs at the moment, and it’s so difficult to get words down that I’m gonna take anything that’s inspiring me as a win.

So that’s my life right now! Drowning under assignments, hating how much I have to work to live, and playing around with whatever WIP takes my fancy at that particularly second. ^_^ How are things going for my peeps here? Wishing everybody else the time and inspiration to get some words down on whatever project they wish. <3

#pockets muses IWL #WIP: CASCADE #there is honestly so much potential content in this #AND ANGST #DID I MENTION THE ANGST #omg #plus my fav anxiety-ridden blorbo #and my fav mysterious kinda-insane grey-and-grey morality blorbo #together at last <3 #(i say at last but i wrote their reunion scene in CASCADE literally within weeks of conceiving of that WIP #so they've been together in my head ALWAYS AND FOREVER) #anyway #possibly none of this is coherent #i wrote (and cited) a 1500 word law essay today #and just wrote 2k on this WIP #so my brain is fucking fried #sorry for the #essay in the tags

[dummerjan]

i am so done with covid but sadly covid isn't yet done with me

#i felt okay on tuesday #but yesterday i woke up worse #today feels like a haze #i keep forgetting that there was a night inbetween #it #is all kinda blurring together right now #and i am so exhausted i can't even focus on anything #neither a series nor fanfiction #i keep reading like 1 or 2k words before i have to take a break listen to some music and try to get back to it #and i sitll have a bit of a temperature and now appetite #i should probably eat but ugh... i don #t even want anything #plus stuffy nose is the worst #meins #sooo exhausted but i also can't sleep #and its only half past 2 #i want the day to be over

[beck-a-leck]

Did some Christmas decorating today. Santa stopped by early and left me a new tree for the year. So naturally I had to get it set up! And once the box if christmas stuff was up, I figured I might as well do the banister and hang up the kitties stocking. And then I decided to do the thing I've been telling myself to do for years and finally block the snowflake garland I made like 7 years ago. (I just wish I had remembered I had my blocking wires before I'd pinned down approximately 55 snowflakes and realized I didn't have enough pins to finish)

#had an oddly productive day for a lazy sunday #did lots of writing this afternoon too and got down like 2k words. #plus family dinner #and other general sunday night chores and such. #personal

[peaceoutofthepieces]

being a writer is wanting to write and constantly imagining in depth scenarios in written format and then never actually typing words

#i’m gonna do that trope prompt for you anon i promise #like that’s what’s being posted next #i do ship them and i already have it started #i have so many fics (both prompts and my own ideas) backlogged #some with nothing more than the prompt written in the document #some with 10k words #(okay one with 10k words) #others mere ideas that may never see the light #PLUS three ideas for novels two of which are pretty concrete #one of which is even STARTED #(over 2k) #and then one which is just a very vague idea that has literally no substance #like not a single thought #it’s really more of a sensation #and i constantly WANT to write #and full scenes with full sentences will play out in my head #and then i simply won’t write it #because i’m a proper fucking numpty #and that’s simply the way of life #natalie’s srt

[elytrafemme]

okay so hypothetically if i could write like 3k words last night in an hour ish? i should be able to write like up to 6k words today maybe if i budget my time well. >:3

#nightmare.cough-syrup #gonna start workin on it now! #albeit like. i need to stop being so harsh abt word limits #bc i always start off like this is so fucking short #and then by the end its an ungodly length plus editing adds like 2k words to whatever ive already done so

[imaginarypasta]

editing long fics is so difficult 😫

#personal #i’ve been trying to edit each section after i finish because i know doing the whole thing will be way too overwhelming for me #but i just cannot edit for flow… like do the scenes flow together are they all meaningful to what im saying does it make sense etc etc #which maybe does that mean it’s too long? i don’t think so i think it’s just hard to edit on a phone instead of a computer #anyway i’m almost done but i keep adding scenes to sections that don’t need it and neglecting ones that do #i have 2 sections to finish. one needs about 2k words with the scenes i want to include plus finishing the ones i’ve already started #the other… i’ve written about 1k words and i don’t intend for it to be as long as the other chapters but i do want at least another 2k #words for that too. which isn’t much because 1k words is usually a scene for me which just means 4 more scenes to write! easy #i tried really hard to finish it by tomorrow but it just did not work out #(<- person who did not try at all) #i could technically post the first part but i didn’t want to post that until i knew the ending was going to make sense. the ending that #i have not written at all… so i doubt it. but i feel more confident about it the further i get so we’ll see how i feel! #also this is a lengthy fic not a longfic just to be clear

[alachii]

either i am going to fail that paper and therefore that class or i am going to be a published border studies scholar at some point in the next year. welp time to fail my other class at 9 am tomorrow morning

#i 100% have my life together #had that 2k word paper due tonight then i have my listening exam tomorrow morning then i have my portfolio due on monday #probably like three other assignments #oh yeah the composition assignment #plus i’m taking an eight hour flight on saturday and i got my period #sorry i just needed to let this all out somewhere

[gigantomachylesbian]

My goal for today was to write 2,000 words and I ended up writing 3,000 >:^D! #Kwin

#k talks #I also finished the chapter I was working on (secret secondary goal) #k writes #obviously it's not a ton or anything but I HAVE been writing at least a little bit consistently for a few days #AND!!! when I've missed a day I don't go awww I broke the pattern... let me skip more days... I just start again the next day. crazy stuff #plus I've been finding I write a little bit more each day like 500->700->1k-->1.5k->2k->3k it's just a bit easier each time #that being said I'm definitely not gonna write this much tomorrow because I have to bake stuff instead #but I'm hoping to still write a little! Maybe like 500 words that's still preddy good babey

[endlessthxxghts]

Do You Like It Here?

Joel Miller x afab!Reader || W/C: 2k

Summary: Joel contemplates shaving his beard. You are absolutely against that idea, and he makes you explain why.

Content/Warnings: Pics above are for aesthetic purposes only. Neutral descriptions of an AFAB reader (“your top”, “your shorts”, “your breast”, etc.). No use of “y/n”. Joel can carry you but there are no other descriptions of reader. Implied age gap if you squint. Joel being big and burly. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Joel being a menace. Hints of body worship. Dirty talk. Reader liking facial hair for dirty reasons🤷🏻. Joel on his knees for you…. ✨Bathroom counter✨ Cunnilingus. Tongue fucking. Face grinding. Hair pulling (m receiving). Joel’s fucking nose deserves a warning😵‍💫 Allusions to further sexual activity. As always, let me know if I’ve missed anything!

A/N: Can we tell how much I think about Joel eating pussy?💚 My sweet sweet Roman Empire. Enjoy. :-)

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“Should I shave it off?” 

You choke on your own spit, eyebrows hitting the ceiling. “What?”

“My beard. All this scruff. Should I shave it?” Joel asks you, his thumb and forefinger rubbing against his jaw, his eyes surfing his jawline in the mirror much too critically for your liking. 

“Do you want to?” You reply back, curious to understand what is going on in that chaotic mind of his. 

“No? Yeah? I mean,” he breathes. “I dunno. A lotta white is startin’ to come through, ‘n I feel like it makes me look… raggedy.” 

You frown. “Baby,” you say softly. 

You woke up before Joel, last night’s activities knocking him out cold right after you two cleaned each other up. Unfortunately for you, no matter how hard you fell into your slumber, your body always woke you no later than 7am. It was a blessing and a curse. You decided a shower was in order. 

As soon as you finished and got dressed, your burly, grumpy and sleepy baby of a man stumbled into the bathroom. Wanting his presence always, you hopped up on the bathroom counter, your legs hanging off the edge, and stayed with him as he continued his morning routine. It was after he brushed his teeth and washed his face that he posed his question to you. 

You place your hand on his jaw and pull him closer so he’s standing in between your legs. The light press of your fingertips never leave his face. “You don’t look raggedy,” you scold. “You look… well, you look fuckin’ sexy, for one. I love this look on you,” you admit, a little sheepish. Your eyes scan his facial hair once more before you glance at his eyes, then to his lips. Your finger traces his bottom lip. “So fuckin’ sexy,” you mutter, emphasizing your claim.

You don’t have to look into his eyes to know his demeanor shifted. You can feel the way his gaze darkened. He pulls himself closer to you, his knees knocking the cabinets. His hand starts on your knee, dragging it up your thigh and up your side until it settles on your jaw, his fingers grasping your chin to make you meet his eye. “Oh, is that so, darlin’?”

You gulp, your head softly nodding at his words; unable to speak as your eyes gloss over. “What else d’ya love about it, darlin’?” He pushes, his fingers tightening on your chin—words, he’s telling you. 

You can feel every part of your body heat up. “It…it…” you stutter. His eyebrow flicks up with a faintness only you’d catch. You clear your throat in hopes it makes you speak up. “You- you’re already so big ‘n broad, ‘n this… the scruff… it just adds to- to you,” you tell him shakily, your brain starting to flood with just how much you love his facial hair. “P-plus, it- oh my god,” you whine, unable to stop the spew of shit that’s about to fly out of your mouth. “It feels so good when it rubs against my thighs ‘n my-” you gasp. You don’t remember when it got there, but his other hand is gripping your thigh, his strength tightening at the last words that fell from your lips.

Slow, tantalizingly slow, he leans in. He places a lengthy kiss to your lips; your eagerness gets the best of you as you try and deepen it, but he’s already breaking away—moving down. His lips grace your jaw, your neck—more open-mouthed and needy these ones are, and he pauses. “Ya like how it feels here?” He says against your neck. Then he’s moving lower. 

He peppers kisses along your shoulder and the exposed parts of your chest your top shows. He licks and sucks at a particular sweet spot atop your breast. A breathy little moan escapes you, your arms falling limp to your sides—and out of his way. He pauses his kiss to breathe you in. Lavender. Vanilla. The shower you just finished still clinging deliciously to your skin. “Ya like it here, too, don’tcha?” He places one more kiss on the mark he just gave you, not giving you a moment to respond. 

Then. He’s falling to his knees. Today was supposed to be a lazy day for you two, so you settled on solely a pair of sleep shorts. Nothing more. His hands settle themselves underneath your thighs, scooting you as close to the edge as possible without making you off balance. He’s so tall that on his knees, his nose is belly button level with you. 

He pushes your thighs open. Starting at your knee, he places a swift kiss there. The higher he goes, the wetter and slower they become. A drop of sweat beads down your neck. His hands make their way to your sides, fingers dancing along the waistband. He meets your eyes for a silent confirmation. Planting your hands behind you for stability, you lift your hips for him, a whimpered please leaves your mouth. 

He pulls your shorts off slowly—the wetness staining the center of your shorts peels off of you, the cold air interacting with your slick sends a shiver down your spine. Joel lets your shorts fall to the floor beside him, his eyes darting to your glistening sex. “Fuckin’ wet,” he growls. “All worked up from my white beard? My old age?”

“‘S not what I meant,” you sputter, the kiss he places to your mound throwing you off-kilter. His hands grab onto your waist and he’s angling your hips forward, giving himself a full view of you. He does it again—kisses your sex—but this time, he puts his whole face into you as he uses his tongue to aid him, his scruff tickling all around, on your thighs, your clit. Your hips buck into his face at the sensation, a louder moan reverberating against the bathroom walls. 

“Oh,” Joel smirks. “Right there, huh. Ya like the way it feels right there? Right there on that sweet, perfect fuckin’ cunt, huh? Drives you mad? Wild?” He teases. 

You lament at his words, conflicted between which you want more—hearing his mouth or feeling his mouth? You're pulled from your internal battle when you feel yourself become impossibly wetter: a glob of warm spit lands right where you need him most. Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah okay, you want to feel him. 

One hand behind you leaves from its place and reaches for his curls in an attempt to pull him into you. “Joel, baby, please,” you cry. 

His head doesn’t budge no matter how strong you are. “Nuh uh,” he tuts. “Tell me what I wanna hear,” he tells you. “Tell me what I wanna hear first, and then I’ll give it t’ya exactly, baby. Just be the good girl I know y’are f’me.”

“F-fuck. Fuck. Please, Joel, please-” you say impatiently. “I love the way it feels when I grind my fuckin’ pussy all over your face, baby, I love how it feels when it starts to burn against my thigh, the way it nudges and scrapes every part of me- it makes me feel like I’m on fuckin’ fire, baby, please,” you rasp.

“Atta girl, darlin’,” he coos, licking his lips before his hands pull you flush against his face, his tongue flying straight to your seam, licking a messy path that sends your slick and his spit everywhere. Instantly your head flies back, your hand curls into the roots of his hair once more as you moan and squirm against his grasp. 

Joel loves spending his time down there, but regardless of the fact, you’ll never get used to how fucking good he makes you feel. Joel is ruthless when it comes to eating you out—always making you see stars even in the light of day. 

“F-fuck, j-just like that, baby,” you pant, your one arm keeping you up threatening to lose balance at the greedy touch of his skillful tongue. He drags his muscle from your entrance and up to your clit, running circles and figure eights on it for a moment before he latches onto you—his lips completely wrapped as he suckles and continues to flick where you’re most sensitive. His dominant hand leaves your hip and he drags his fingers to your opening, his middle finger sliding in with ease—the sensation sending you to the edge of something white, hot, and all-consuming. 

“I’m- I’m gonna cum, Joel, shit, I’m gonna cum-” you squeak, your entire body feeling flushed at his actions. 

He pulls his finger out of you, his hand finding its rightful place perched against your hip as he pulls you impossibly closer once again, your ass nearly hanging off the bathroom counter, his grip the only thing keeping you up. Your arm loses its strength and you fall limp, your head thumping against the bathroom mirror, completely at the disposal of your man as he ravishes your sobbing pussy.

He lifts off your clit momentarily. “Give it t’me, sweet girl,” he tells you in a frenzy. His mouth is on you again, his tongue going straight to your hole—his tongue pushes inside of you as much as he can, his face pulled tightly against you. He begins moving, advancing his tongue in and out as you mindlessly begin grinding against face. With every upward push of your hip, his nose nudges at your clit and the pure ecstasy that washes through you is evident in the way you’re practically mewling above him, your obscene moans and gasps enough to make Joel’s hips thrust into nothing on their own accord in an attempt to seek some kind of relief. 

More arousal pours from you, and Joel is quick to drink it up. You can feel the way his tongue flexes as he gulps, and fuck, that is what sends you reeling. You yank onto his hair tighter, driving your hips into his face at a ravenous pace—practically fucking his face—and then it hits you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your back arches in this awkward angle, your orgasm hits you hard. It’s without warning, heart-pounding, toe-curling, addicting, and everything Joel. 

Your lips are babbling nothing coherent, the occasional drop of his name escaping your mouth as he continues to fuck you through your high. He’s moving much slower now, much more precise—as if he’s doing this solely for his benefit now, not yours. Which, you don’t mind. Even as you start to slip into overstimulating territory, you don’t want him to stop. 

You’d lay at his mercy for him to use you in any way he pleases if it meant you got to experience what it means to be loved by a man like Joel. With him, it’s all or none—none of that half in, half out bullshit. No, when Joel loves, he loves hard, and it’s evident in everything he does for you. Especially when it comes to your pleasure. 

A particular lick to your clit causes you to yelp out in a pleasurable pain, so Joel finally rises again, kissing your spent cunt one last time before he pulls you up, rubbing up and down your spine to ease the uncomfortable position you were in. 

“You okay?” Joel asks, slight concern and slight amusement on his features as he looks at your face. Pure bliss and contentment fills your features; he can still see the fog clearing from your head. 

“Yeah,” you mutter softly, a lazy grin plastered on your cheeks as you look up at his shiny face. Weakly, you bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him in to kiss you. He takes the hint, and he bends down, letting your lips meet in a soft yet enthusiastic embrace. You love the way you taste, especially when it comes from his mouth. 

Pulling away breathless, both your and Joel’s eyes are aflame again. 

“Don’t shave, baby.”

“I won’t, darlin’.” 

You kiss him once more before he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you back to bed. 

You were wrong. It’s going to be a busy day after all.

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