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Hard to Break the Habit | (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

Part 3 of Meet Me in the Back

pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: when you need some air in your tires, joel does some filling warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), size!kink, daddy!kink, light breeding!kink, brief oral (f!receiving), brief fingering, body-marking, taking nude photos, unprotected PIV, creampie, Joel being good with cars i.e. competency!kink ig, mentions of reader being in the dead dad club, v brief mentions of cigarettes and weed, something kinda sorta resembling…fluff??, Joel being his normal, sleazy self that we all know and love atp, also I typically try to make reader as accessible as I can/is plausible but in this case reader can fit in Joel’s coat and knows jackshit about car maintenance word count: ~5K | ao3 a/n: we know him, we love him, we can't stop writing him. i love this joel so much, and we get just like an OUNCE of cutesy in this part, so I hope y'all like that shit 💖 Series Masterlist | Masterlist

It takes a good, long ponder before you make the decision. The tire light on your car has been on for at least a week now, and you’ve been putting it off. You did a thorough check of them and came to the conclusion that they just need air. Something that you presume should be easy, but you’ve never done it before.

You’ve always happened to have a boyfriend (or boy toy) around to do it for you. And before them, there was your father. You’ve somehow managed to go this long without ever filling up your tires yourself, and you feel fucking stupid about it.

Anything regarding the actual maintenance of your car feels vastly out of your depth, and even though you’re sure you could learn, you’re plagued with an overwhelming anxiety that you could make one wrong move and your car will blow up.

It’s that anxiety that ultimately has you pulling into the gas station on a chilly Saturday night at 2 AM, when you know Joel will be there and won’t be busy. The station has a free air pump, so he must know how it functions, right?

Your zip-up jacket and leggings don’t do much to keep you warm, so you all but sprint inside to the sickly chime of the bell on the door.

Right where you’ve left him every time, he’s on his stool, Maxim between his thighs. He glances up at the sound of the bell, and you think his eyes light up just a titch. “Well, well. Didn’t know if I’d see you again.”

“Wasn’t sure I’d let you,” You banter back, your hands shoved into your jacket pockets, arms clinging to your sides for warmth as you thaw inside the warm store.

“Wind is bitin’ out there. The hell you doin’ out so late when it’s this cold?” A knowing smile creeps across his face. “Couldn’t resist the allure of another ride on the ol’ Joel-er Coaster, huh?”

You stare at him, face riddled with bemusement. “Really? Joel-er Coaster? Do you just sit here all night, coming up with stupider and stupider shit to say to women?”

“Got a lotta time on my hands here, little girl,” Joel says, gesturing broadly to the empty store.

“Well, then, can you give me a hand with something?” You ask, biting your lip with slight apprehension.

Joel grunts through his words as he pushes himself up off his stool and tosses his magazine on the counter, “Sure can.”

His hands are already on his goddamn belt when you rush out, “Not with that! Something else.”

His fingers freeze halfway through pulling the end of his belt through the buckle with a quizzical look. “The hell else would you be comin’ to me for?”

You sigh, rubbing your palm into your eye socket as you brace yourself for the impending embarrassment. “I need someone to fill up my tires.”

Joel’s brows draw down as his hands fall to the counter instead of his belt. “Fill up your tires? That’s it?”

“I’ve never done it before, alright? I don’t wanna fuck something up.”

“You ain’t got a daddy—an actual daddy—to show you how to do that shit?”

You avoid his gaze doggedly. “It’s complicated. Short answer is no.”

“And so I’m the closest thing to a daddy you got?” Joel lets a low whistle. “Shit, I’ll take what I can get.” Joel throws on a thick utility jacket from an alcove under the counter and heads out the door. “Come on, darlin’. Faster we get you filled up…” He looks over his shoulder with a little glint in his eye as he winks, “Well, faster we get you filled up.”

You scoff quietly, but trail after him, wrapping the ends of your flimsy jacket around you as tight as you can with your hands buried in the sleeves.

As you make your way over to the pump where you pulled up your car–proud of yourself for at least being able to identify the right machine, all things considered–Joel chats casually with you. “So your daddy don’t live around here?”

You can see your breath as you exhale, not particularly wanting to have this conversation, but you don’t feel like arguing. “Doesn’t live anywhere anymore.”

Joel halts at your car, peering over his shoulder at your shivering form. “Shit. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s whatever,” You brush off, your teeth chattering, and you have no fucking idea why you didn’t grab a warmer coat.

“Jesus, darlin’,” Joel exclaims softly, wriggling his arms out of his jacket and handing it to you. “Gonna catch your fuckin’ death dressed like that.”

“Joel, it’s fine. You’re in short sleeves! I’m not—”

But he thrusts the coat against you with finality until you wrap your arms around it tentatively and mutter a “thank you” as you pull it on. He hasn’t even worn it long and it’s already warm, smelling of cigarettes, his cologne, and a hint of weed. It’s oddly comforting in a way you are definitely not granting yourself liberty to analyze right now.

“Reckon you don’t know your PSI off the top of your head?”

“That would be a no,” You admit, teeth doing significantly less chattering in the heavy coat.

“That’s alright. Unlock your car,” He instructs as he pulls on your driver’s side handle.

You rear back a little. “Fuck no. I’m not letting you in my car.”

Joel sighs, propping an arm on his hip, the hairs on his arm raised in goosebumps from the chill. “Relax, I just need to check your PSI threshold.”

“PSI threshold?”

“Yes. Stands for Pressure…Somethin’…Somethin’…I don’t fuckin’ know, it just tells me how much to fill up your tires.”

“And that’s found inside my car…?”

“In the door frame typically, yes.”

You eye him warily, but he seems as even-keeled as he ever has, so you sigh out a cloudy breath and pull your keys from your zip-up pocket and hit the unlock.

“Thank ya kindly,” He nods with a little salute as he opens the door and crouches. You round the car to watch for any funny business, but he just taps on the small label right in the frame of the door. “There she is.”

“Oh shit. Never even noticed that before.”

Joel shakes his head. “Jesus. Operatin’ this thing and don’t know a goddamn thing about it.”

“I know how to drive it,” You sass back, leaning in obstinately with your arms crossed, “That’s all that matters.”

Joel’s eyes flick up to you before studying the text on the little sticker, muttering under his breath, “Until you need to fill your fuckin’ tires.”

“Someone usually does it for me, okay, dickhole?”

“Not the one I’d be calling a dickhole out the two of us, but alright,” He mumbles. He cranes his head to look up at you and inquire, “You at least got a pressure gauge?”

“The fuck is that?”

“Jesus. It’s usually like a little…metal shaft with a bulb on the end,” He explains, doing his best to mime the shape with his hands.

You narrow your eyes. “That supposed to be some kind of euphemism for—Oh! Wait,” You cut yourself off, remembering the weird silver thing an ex left in your car once. You scurry over to the passenger’s side and pilfer through the glove compartment until you spy what you think he’s looking for, holding it up in the air.

“Is this it?”

Joel grins widely, holding his hand out for it. “Atta girl! Nudge her along in the right direction and she just might surprise ya.”

“Yeah, yeah, you already know I’m a quick study,” You brag, crouching down to his level by the front tire.

Joel’s gaze falls over you as he rhythmically thuds the metal shaft of the gauge into the palm of his hand, scanning you up and down with that telltale look that he always seems to get with you. “That I do. That I fuckin’ do.”

And god knows why, but you can feel your cheeks heating up, and you’re fairly positive it has nothing to do with his coat on your shoulders.

Joel takes it from there, showing you each step of the process as he goes, since, in his words, if he’s gonna be your daddy, he might as well teach you a thing or two.

In what feels like no time, your tires are pumped and the light on your dashboard flickers off, much to your relief.

“Thanks,” You force out when the job is done, sitting on the hood of your car as Joel wipes his hands on his jeans, still not showing any signs of the cold getting to him and his broad as fuck figure.

“Welcome,” He offers back, reclining against the hood next to you. “You ever need help with this fucker, you come to me first. Don’t want you gettin’ ripped off by some shop when they see a sexy young thing like you who don’t know shit about cars.”

“I dunno. Seem to be able to get whatever I want with just my body. I might never have to pay for something a man’s selling ever again.” You peek over at him with a smirk, just to find that his eyes are already on you, lust glazing over them.

“Hell, might not even need to flash him anything. Just wear his goddamn clothes.”

You snort, but draw his coat in tighter on you against the chill.

“You know, I added a li’l somethin’ to the stockroom I think you’d like.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “What, some increased hygiene?”

Joel breathes out a laugh and pushes off the car, jerking his head toward the store as he walks. “Come see, sexy girl.”

He’s most of the way to the front door before you swallow your pride and follow.

—

“Wow.”

“You like it?”

“Sure is something.”

The tiny, lumpy, floral-upholstered loveseat is crammed in the back of the crowded room, the swooping wood paneling on the front of the arms deeply chipped and scuffed to hell. It looks like someone’s dead grandmother’s old couch that got left on the curb.

That’s probably exactly what it fucking is, from your perception and expectations of Joel so far.

Joel’s breath raises the hackles on the back of your neck as his firm hands slide his coat from your shoulders and he whispers in your ear, “You wanna give the old thing a whirl?”

You swallow thickly, the memory of Joel’s massive cock throbbing in between your legs as his hands grab your hips, his mouth sucking at your neck.

“Joel,” You sigh, your eye falling closed as your head drops to the side to grant him more of your skin.

Joel tuts disapprovingly as his fingers flex at your waist. “You know what to call me, little girl. ‘Specially after I was so generous in teachin’ you somethin’.”

The tips of Joel’s fingers tease at the seam of your cunt through your leggings, and your jaw drops in a gasping moan, “Daddy.”

“Good girl,” He encourages, using two fingers to stroke up the expanse of your pussy over the fabric. “Tell Daddy Joel what you want.”

“Want your cock, daddy,” You moan, rolling your hips against his fingers and pulling a sharp intake of breath when the sides of his fingers pinch at your clit. “Please,” You add on for good measure.

Joel groans in your ear, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell as he begins to disrobe you. “You want this big fuckin’ horsecock ticklin’ your fuckin’ tummy, naughty girl?”

The cold from outside has absolutely nothing on the fucking shiver that runs down your spine at his words. Your lips feel chapped as you slide your tongue over them and breathe out, “Yes, please.”

As Joel ravages your neck, your clothes slump to the floor one by one until he has you startlingly naked in comparison to his fully clothed form. He shoves you playfully in the direction of the sofa, and you flop onto it on your back, draping one leg over the top of the couch and the other hanging off the edge to spread yourself open as wide as possible for him.

“Jesus, Mary, and fuckin’ Joseph,” Joel rasps at the sight of you as he wrangles his cock out of his pants. “Fuckin’ hell I’ve been missin’ out on this view. Goddamn animal shelter ain’t never seen this much pussy.”

“Please just fuck me,” You moan, dipping your hand between your legs to rub at your clit.

Joel growls at that sight too, and practically dives headfirst onto the couch and between your thighs. His mouth latches over your lips and clit, shaking his head rapidly back and forth like he’s attempting to motorboat your cunt.

A wanton cry pushes out your throat as he licks broad strokes over your sensitive flesh. When he comes up for air, he’s panting against your stomach, a blazing fire in his eyes.

“You keep these legs spread wide open for me, darlin’. Wanna watch this little slit stretch.”

“God, yes, I need it,” You whine, using your fingers to part your lips and give him full access.

“Oh, she needs it now, does she? She needs daddy’s big cock rippin’ her open?”

“Yes,” You whimper as the thick head of his cock skates up and down the length of your core, soaking it embarrassingly quick.

“Swear to god this little snatch looks tinier and tinier each time I see it, don’t matter how much I stretch it out. Just snaps right back like a bad habit, don’t it?”

“I like that,” You insist, your voice kicking higher as he starts to tease you on his downstrokes, pushing the tip of him into your opening with the barest amount of pressure, and popping right back out to rub it against your clit with the additional slick. “Like that it stretches me every time.”

“Not so scared of it anymore, are ya?” Joel points out, smacking the length of you with the length of him in increasingly wet thumps against your pussy.

“No. Love it, daddy,” You whisper into the musty room, fingers scratching against the hideous upholstery on the arm of the soft above your head. “Please put it in.”

He doesn’t disappoint, lifting your ass onto his thighs as he positions himself at your entrance. That familiar grunt floods the room as he pushes inside you for the first time tonight, his lips pouted open in pleasure as your body lets him in. “Shit, baby. Already chokin’ daddy just right. Look at that pretty stretch,” He moans, admiring the strain of your cunt wrapping around his giant cock.

You keen at the stretch, how could you not, even after the third time. It prickles and stings along the thin flesh that encompasses him in the fucking best way, the pain vibrating to your clit as he pushes in to the hilt and you feel his thatch of curls smashing into your slick folds.

He doesn’t let you adjust for long before he’s pulling all the way out, the head of his cock catching on your stretched pussy. “Such a slutty, fucked out little hole already, baby,” He groans, lining himself up once more as he slams all the way into you again to hear you shout for him.

“Fuck, fuck, god, fuck me,” You plead, doing what you can to meet his thrusts as they gain speed, peeling you open for his taking.

You can see your vision going unfocused, forcing your senses to feel him instead as your body clings to him, begging him to stay tearing you apart.

A racket suddenly starts up outside the door, like someone yelling and pounding on glass, and you both startle, heads whipping toward the door.

“Fuck,” Joel spits, wrenching his cock out of you with a wet squelch and dancing on his feet as he zips up his jeans in a rush. “Don’t fuckin’ move,” he instructs as he hobbles through the door, shutting it securely behind him.

You whine to yourself and do your best to distract your mind from your aching pussy clenching around the abrupt nothingness, the gaping cavity left by his unjustly huge cock, and strain an ear to assess what is happening outside the room.

“Jesus fuck, can’t a man take a leak in peace?”

“I need gas! What, this ain’t a fuckin’ gas station after 2 AM?”

“Then pay with a goddamn card at the pump, ya broke bastard.”

You hear more muffled altercation, the ding of Joel’s register, and the chime of the front door. Then heavy footsteps leading to the door until his hulking frame fits the doorway, sealing the two of you in again into your grimy paradise.

“Sorry, darlin’. Duty callin’. Hope your little hole didn’t shrivel up in the meantime,” He prattles as he heads back over to you, pulling his still-hard cock from its confines once more.

“Just put it back in,” You sigh, your head falling back into the lumpy cushion.

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice, dirty girl.”

His knees indent the couch again on either side of you as he sinks down and guides his cock back into you. He grunts a deep, low sound as your heat envelops him again. “Nah, still fuckin’ perfect for me. Clampin’ down on my big pecker just right. I know my girl, know just how she squeezes and creams around me.”

“Not your girl,” You pant out as his pace picks up right where he left off, hammering into you like you’ve done him an unkindness.

“Y’are when you’re impaled on my cock like this, darlin’,” He grits out, his hips swinging, smacking back and forth into you like a pendulum. “Ain’t no other word for it but mine. Daddy’s filthy little girl.”

“Oh, fuck,” You squeak out as the head of Joel’s cock smashes against that golden spot inside of you, your head arching back in ecstasy with your neck on full display. Joel growls, stealing the opportunity to bite into your neck, like a dog with a chew toy, like he wants to tear you apart. You moan as you feel the blunt of his teeth on your flesh, denting the side of your neck. “Fuck, give it to me, daddy,” You whine, sufficiently lost inside the pleasure this man arouses in you against your better judgment.

“That’s right,” Joel rasps, his hot breath melting into your skin as he nips at your jaw, “Let daddy have it. Let daddy have all of it.”

You can feel your eyes lazing into the back of your head as his cock continues to punish your g-spot, your tongue hanging out of your mouth as you heroically claw for each breath that Joel seems to be sucking out of you with every stifling press of his cock through your walls.

You’ve never been a match for him, for his massive length, even from the get-go. From the time he sent you hurtling into the first orgasm you’d had on his cock in this same backroom, overwhelmed by such all-engrossing pleasure that you weren’t even sure what it was until your pussy was begging him to stop, to give you a sensory break to analyze what the fuck had just happened. With your tits that you’d flashed him in public mere minutes prior hanging out for his enjoyment, your pliant body bent over a box, and his cock shoved so deep up your cunt it felt like he was taking a self-guided tour of every organ you house within your skin and bones.

No, you’ve never been a match for him, but he still manages to set you ablaze each time you strike against him, stretch open on him. And goddamn it, he makes it feel like you fit. Like he fits inside you, like you fit together.

You fucking hate it. You fucking crave it.

You dig your heels into his ass, a feral scream ripping from your throat as you wordlessly demand more, a concept that you never could have fathomed after that first time. Wanting, needing more from this mountain of a man with his paralyzing cock.

“Yes, fuck yeah, bitch. Let me fuckin’ hear you. Let me hear how fuckin’ insane this cock makes you. How cock drunk I got you when you’re split open on daddy’s dick. Spit it in my fuckin’ face,” He rants, nails digging into your shoulder blade as he pulls you down onto his length to meet his punishing, rewarding thrusts.

Your throat feels raw, beat to hell like the dripping hole between your legs, but you can’t stop screaming for more, tears welling and falling at some instance you can’t pinpoint, but now your face is wet and calling out for him. The “daddy”s and “please”s and “your cock”s rattling, singing off your tongue like sacred psalms for him.

Until you feel the greedy grasp of your orgasm wrenching apart your insides, clinging to his cock like a final lifeline as the remainder of your body splinters into fractions.

“Yes, baby, yeah, fuckin’ come for me. So fuckin’ pretty fallin’ apart on daddy’s cock. That’s fuckin’ right,” He grinds out, fucking into your body until it goes limp from exhaustion. “Open up for Daddy Joel’s come, darlin’. Take every fuckin’ drop,” He growls, finally screeching to a halt as his own release overtakes him, balls deep inside your waiting cunt.

You feel the flood of him, pumping you full and somehow seeping out from the iron clutch of your cunt around him. You already feel him dripping onto the christened couch, and selfishly, senselessly, you hope that it’s the first time for the furniture, at least from Joel’s doing. Logic would argue the contrary, but in your post-orgasm haze, you suddenly loathe the idea of anyone else feeling this goddamn good at this man’s mercy.

“Just like that. Let me breed that little snatch,” He purrs into your ear, the grate of too many cigarettes vibrating from his throat into your already buzzing bloodstream. And fuck wouldn’t that be a concept. Allowing Joel to ingrain a part of himself inside you so deeply that it eventually becomes sentient. A living creature sprouted from pure, unadulterated lust.

You don’t want it. You don’t want kids. At least not now, with him. But shit, you need this man to swallow you whole. You don’t know how else to get there.

But how the fuck did you even get here? Full to bursting with a carnal need for this…menace. This grubby, inappropriate, sleazy sack of…trouble. Loads and loads of trouble. And load after load of his…

Fuck.

As the devil speaks, Joel’s spent cock wriggles out of you, slick and coated with the pair of you and what you’ve done, over and over again now. No longer a one-off or a let’s just test if it was as good as the first time. You’re a repeat fucking offender now. The flow of his come trickling out of your ransacked pussy more than just a memory, but an expectation.

You run a heavy hand down your face and then bury it in your hair with leaden eyelids concealing the shame within them. Thick fingers drag up the seam of your cunt, press inside you with the escaped rivulets of Joel’s spend, fuck into your stretched hole with disarming tenderness as he plants every bit of himself within you as he can, despite the barriers you have firmly in place rendering his actions moot.

“Don’t wanna waste it,” He mutters, voice thick and deep with his own post-orgasm sluggishness. Wetness presses against your lips, and you give no thought before opening them for him, the weight of his digits monumental on your tongue as you suck your shame off of them with concave cheeks.

Your spit tracks down your chin with the drag of his fingertips along it as he frees them from your mouth. You’re vaguely cognizant of them drifting down your neck, between your breasts, over your stomach before he mumbles a “Don’t move,” for the second time tonight. You’re just as unwilling to disobey as you were the first time, only it’s the bonelessness in your limbs that fosters it now, rather than that bone-deep longing. So you allow your eyes to rest as they have been.

His presence is gone from the couch for less than a minute before he’s straddling your thighs again. You jump involuntarily when you feel a light tug on your skin under your belly button and above your mound, of something slightly cooler than the temperature of your skin. You lift your head from the sofa in lazy curiosity, to find the tip of Joel’s tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth and a Sharpie in his hand, scrawling on your skin.

“Joel, what—”

“Shh, I want it to be legible. I got notoriously shit chicken scratch.”

You give a brief whine, but drop your head back and remain steady, letting the pull and drag of the marker hypnotize you into a peaceful contentment.

“Alright. You can look.”

You lift your head again, but you can’t quite make it out. You prop yourself onto your elbows and see, “Daddy Joel’s Pussy” with an arrow pointing directly down to your cunt in sharp but still notably sloppy handwriting. Undeniably Joel in a charming sort of way.

Your eyes widen, and you flop back onto the couch. “Jesus Christ, Joel.”

“Don’t like it?” He says, a smirk in his voice. “Lemme do somethin’ else. This is fun.”

“You need to get back out there,” You argue, indicating toward the door.

“I don’t gotta do nothin’. ‘Less someone starts bangin’ down the door again.”

Joel’s tongue darts out once more as the marker bleeds on the curve of your breast. This time you watch every stroke, every line, until you see “Joel’s Slut” adorning your skin, one word inked over each nipple in his terrible penmanship.

“This is gonna be such a fucking pain to get off,” You grumble as Joel eagerly, with almost a childlike intrigue, continues to sketch over your torso. “Just please not anywhere visible.”

“Roger, Roger,” Joel mumbles absentmindedly, transfixed on his next art installment between your breasts. This one he finishes quicker, and you see why when you glance down. It’s a crude dick and balls, the head pointing upwards toward your neck, nestled right in your cleavage, with scattered tiny lines you guess are meant to represent a cumshot.

“Fucking hell, Joel…”

“You ever seen what a sternum looks like on one of them diagrams? Looks like a fuckin’ cock,” He imparts, a youthful glow on his face, like pride at his cleverness.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it, smartass. But if we’re going with actual anatomy, the figurative balls would be at the top and the figurative dick would be pointed down,” You lecture, vague memories of the subject surfacing in your brain that, admittedly, you also only remember because you thought it looked like a downward facing dick when you learned about it.

“Don’t spoil my fuckin’ fun with your facts,” He scowls, a crease between his brows as the marker drags over your abdomen. “I like that it looks like I’m squirtin’ a load on your tits.”

“This is so fucking stupid, Joel,” You protest, laughter in your voice.

“Shut your slutty little mouth and let me play.”

With your bones still feeling like jello, you let him. The minutes tick by until Joel announces proudly, “There. You’re a fuckin’ masterpiece.”

You hazard another look down, and your torso is covered in ink.

Daddy’s Bitch

Golden Gash

Cocksleeve

Gutterslut

Gas Station Hooker

A myriad of other disgusting sentiments plastered in big, bold letters, etched on your skin in permanent marker. You groan, throwing a hand over your face. “Jesus, Joel.”

“Lemme get a picture. You look so pretty.”

You peek through your fingers to find Joel standing over you, his phone poised at his artwork. You cover your face as thoroughly as you can, doing what you can to avoid associating your face with your body as he snaps his photos.

“Fuck, I’m gonna bust a nut over these later. Maybe two,” He moans as he slips his phone into his pocket and paws at your tits, squeezing them together and pinching at your nipples.

You slap a hand down at him to shoo him off and start pulling on your clothes. “Hope you had your fun. I’m gonna make sure this shit is gone by the next time,” You insist, studying down yourself just to ensure no marks are showing through your clothes.

“So we’re sayin’ ‘next time’ now, are we?”

You look back at Joel who is very smugly seated back on the couch, manspreading with the best of them as his face beams.

“Shut up,” You mutter, fixing what you can of your hair.

“Gimme your number, sugartits. I think I’ve earned that.”

“Yeah fucking right,” You scoff, but Joel is holding out his phone insistently. You stare at it for a long moment before sighing and snatching it from him. You consider giving him a fake number, but the incessant ache between your thighs keeps you honest. You toss it back into his lap. “There. Don’t make me fucking regret it.”

“Haven't regretted him yet from what I’ve gathered,” He chides, grabbing his crotch obscenely as you roll your eyes.

“Go do your fucking job. I’ll see you around maybe,” You throw noncommittally at him as you make your way out, trying to purge that look of smug pride on his face, the existence of your naked, graffitied body on his phone, from your memory. “And…thanks. Again,” You tack on as you walk backward out the door for a couple of steps, seeing him give you a wink as you turn back around.

The second you settle into your car, your phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number. You heave a heavy sigh and open it.

An image, the exact image you’d been trying to forget, of your naked, graffitied body, with your face masked by your hands. Accompanied with one word.

“Mine.”

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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oh nufffinnnn just thinking bout eren telling reader to “stop running” and to “move her hand”

why? Whyyyy would y’all do this to meeeee? 😫 knees just buckled and everything (and not just because one of them is out of place)

content warning/themes: bsf eren bc im obsessed now, black fem reader (plus size descriptors) missionary, mentions of nudes, back scratching, hair pulling, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, mama) creaming, full nelson

“ ‘Ren!—Eren, okaaayy! Ooh, you win!”

crying out in a fussy huff as your once best friend turned lover hovered the entirety of his six foot three slender frame towered over yours. A firm grip from both hands keeping your feet pent back near your head and your legs wide open..perfect for him to fuck you as he saw fit. How exactly had you landed yourself in such a position? Well..

“I know. I always do, baby. So I don’t know why you play like I can’t handle your fine ass..talking about ‘you don’t even know what to do with me’…out ‘your fucking mind. And I told you to stop tryna’ run because you’re not going anywhere. Take this fucking dick like a good girl. You can do that, can’t you?”

once again, silly banter ensued between you two and he yet again, had to prove you wrong. It wasn’t long after he had exited basketball practice and an intense workout; still pent up with energy and plenty of arousal..especially after you sent him some rather salacious messages. The two of you weren’t certain if you were ready to put a label on things but you were damn sure having a ball engaging in activities that couples would. Like calling one another pet names, even around other people. This time, he just so happened to be changing in front of his two closest homeboys when you FaceTimed…fresh out the shower, wrapped in a towel and looking good as fuck! The thoughts that ran through his head were not ones that he should have around other people. He had to all but restrain himself from getting hard right there in that locker room. And you didn’t make matters worse when he got to his car and you had sent him nudes. “I’m at practice right now, mama, I gotta call you back.” Videos of you playing with that pretty pussy, telling him to come stretch you out instead. Taunting him with mentions of being too tired to handle you. Watching cream drip all down those fingers..and the sound of wetness while that sexy voice moaned his name and called him daddy? You had to pay for that! So he cleared up any confusion when he stopped by your apartment, keys still in hand when you strutted out in nothing more than an anklet, white painted toes and a bonnet. Dropping to your knees to devour his dick where he stood. Spitting, slurping and sucking him off as if you lacked a gag reflex. He couldn’t believe how nasty you got for him..it was treatment he could get used to! Which in turn, swiftly got you hoisted up in the air and fucked into oblivion, right there in that living room. Only now, he was getting his lick back for your earlier commentary.

“You so deep in this fucking pussy, daddy…I—I’m sorrryyy.”

attempting to tap at his abs and push him away.. to which he’d only laugh, slapping it out of the way with minimal force because you were so depleted. He’d slow down his thrusts just a tad because maybe he had been fucking your shit up. But you weren’t done yet, he was sure and neither was he. You were going to eat your words. Slowly circling that clit with his thumb pad, he’d coo to you with the other palm on your cheek, finally releasing the grip on your legs..

“Yeah? You’re sorry? Afraid I can’t accept that, pretty girl…imma need you to come for me at least two more times before I can forgive you..”

it was in that moment that you realized what type of demon you were truly messing with! Leaning down, he’d spit into your slippery folds and keep pumping that cock in and out. “Oh my God, I can’t stand youuuu..shit!” Laughing as you glared up at one another, laughing and enjoying the moment. But you weren’t getting let off of the hook so easily!

“And move that hand, you’re not slick..you’re getting all this dick. Show me you can handle it.”

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kitchen nonsense - alessia russo

a/n: didnt really edit so the grammar’s kinda shit

“finally, i am homee!” alessia sings out, tone happy before dropping her keys and cursing colourfully. you snicker at her, watching her from the kitchen, as she yanks off her sneakers and place her training bag by the door.

“hi.” she walks over to where you were, cut up leafy greens and garlic laid out nicely on a cutting board. you give her a kiss, her lips warm and soft. she pulls away with a loud “mwah!”, giving you a tight squeeze.

“smelly, get off me!” you squirm and she hugs you, pressing herself against you even more.

“okay, okay. i’ll go shower.” she gives you a boyish grin, smacking your ass before walking away quickly, seeing you pick up the knife that you were holding again, with clear murderous intent.

“looove!” you hear her voice echo through the hallways, her feet pattering against the floors.

“yeah baby?” you call back, but receive no response. you huff and continue cooking, knowing that alessia would be behind you any second.

“yees?” you feel her arms wrap around your shoulders, her chin resting on your shoulders. you stifle a giggle when she presses soft kisses on your neck, inhaling the smell of your freshly washed hair.

“what’s up?” you turn your head slightly to look at her, her eyes fixated on the sizzling vegetables.

“i’m hungry.” she mutters, swaying you gently.

you set down the spatula that you were using, about to give her a kiss before nearly dropping it when she bit you on the shoulder.

“babe! don’t do that while im cooking!” she gives you a mischievous grin, before staring at you with a sparkling smile. you narrowed your eyes skeptically, watching the gears shift in her head before she decides to give you another harsh bite.

“alessia russo!” you yell as she runs away quickly, laughing her way to the living room. you shake your head, a small smile creeping onto your face at her antics.

“is it done yet?” she comes 10 minutes later, leaning against the counter beside you, watching as you add thickening cream to the sauce you were making.

“babe.” you frown slightly at her, knowing that she knew exactly what you were making, which would take at least 30 minutes more.

“whaat? im hungry” she pouts, making you burst out laughing. you scoop out a bit of sauce for her to try, her eyes lighting up as she tastes it. she gives you a quick thumbs up before pecking your cheek repeatedly, muttering about how she was so excited to eat.

“yeah, yeah. just give me 30 more minutes. it will be done by then okay?” you smile at her, reaching over to hold her hand. she sighs, her brows knitting together as a frown forms on her gorgeous face.

“i don’t know if i can wait that long” she whines, shaking your hand that was holding hers.

“well, too bad. be patient, lovely.”you kiss the back of her hand before turning back to add more ingredients, ignoring her pleas and cries about how she would die from hunger if she had to wait any longer.

“fine, be like that.” she grumbles, and latches onto you, restricting all your movement with her arms snaked around your shoulders snd waist tightly.

“how am i supposed to cook with you latched on to me like this?” you grunt, laughter turning into wheezing when she squeezes you even tighter.

“figure it out.” you try to shake her off, but she maintains her grip around your shoulders.

curse her and her workouts.

“how about you sit on the counter and watch me instead? you can be my sous chef!” she eventually relents, letting you go, but not without a searing kiss to the lips.

your knees buckle from how hard she pressed her lips against yours, but her arm snake around your waist, the other cupping your cheek. feeling her smile against her lips made you melt, a flush coating your neck and ears. she pulls away and laughs when she sees you blush, covering her mouth to muffle her giggles when your face reddens further.

“al! you can’t just do that!” you bury your face into her shoulder, feeling her hand reach out to take the spatula and stirring the pot.

“let me help you?” she takes your face into her hands, her eyes peering into yours, practically turning you into putty. you nod dumbly, a smile gracing her mouth as she notices your eyes flick down to her lips.

“c’mon now, if we keep up at this, i’ll just eat you out instead.” she whispers, nibbling at your earlobe. you push at her chest, smacking her arm whilst her chuckling echos through the apartment.

the night went on with you two eating and sharing workplace stories, joking and being angry for each other. you stared at her in admiration as she gushed about how her day went, wondering how you could have been so lucky to have her.

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Behind Closed Doors

joseph descamps x reader

A/N: for anyone who cares

WARNINGS: smut!, light dubcon maybe, mean and jealous descamps

WORD COUNT: 1,082 words

You needed space. The party was getting rowdy and you were getting tipsy. You also couldn’t get the sight of Descamps shooting daggers into the side of your head out of your mind so you now find yourself an empty room, where you can kick off your heels and sit down. You still can’t figure out why he was glaring so harshly at you when all you were doing was dancing with some third year boy. He might hate you but you would have thought he would’ve been preoccupied with enjoying the party or at least, chatting up some girl.

“You shouldn’t wander off alone when there’s so many guys around.” You jump when you hear his voice.

“Screw off Descamps. I don’t understand why you can’t just leave me alone.”

“Who was that guy you were dancing with?” He grumbles, changing the subject.

“Why do you care?” You ask with a scoff.

“He was just a shit dancer.” You sense it in his voice… jealousy.

“Really? That’s all it is? Or are you jealous, Joseph?”

He looks pissed off at your insinuation but quickly pivots to careless amusement. “I didn’t realize we were on a first name basis.”

“And I didn’t realize you had a crush on me.” You tease, looking him right in the eye quite intensely.

“Why would I have a crush on an irritating brat like you?” He says defensively.

You ignore the insult. “You know, if you didn’t want me to dance with other boys, then you should’ve asked me to dance first. I might’ve said yes.”

“Of course you would’ve said yes, i’m the best looking guy in our class.” He puffs out his chest a bit as he says the pompous remark.

“The boy I was dancing with is also the handsomest in his class… and he’s a third year.”

He walks closer to where you sit. You try to look relaxed but he gets so close. His two fingers tilt your head up. “You’ve got such a mouth on you.”

The heat rises to your cheeks and you press your thighs together at the remark.

“I can think of a much better use for it.” His hand grips your shoulder as he coaxes you to your knees. “You know what I want?” He asks, palming at himself through his trousers. You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. “Of course you do. Bet a girl like you spends a lot of time on her knees.”

He fumbles with his belt buckle as you glare up at him. “If you want me to do this for you then you should stop being such a prick. You’re lucky I decided to do this.”

His cheeks go a little red but your scolding doesn’t make him any less hard. “Whatever.”

“Knew you had a crush on me.” You tease again.

“God, just suck already.” He pushes your head, fed up with your teasing. You wrap your lips around him slowly. You haven’t really done this before but you at least get the idea.

He whimpers when you start to suck him off gently. It’s clear that he hasn’t had this done for him before either. You think you’ll keep the fact that he whimpers in the back of your mind in case he decides to be an asshole at school again.

Descamps cums… fast with flushed cheeks and a groan. He’s clearly a little embarrassed about it too as you part your mouth from him.

“You would think that a guy who wanks as much as you do wouldn’t have this problem.” You say a little cruelly as payback for his light slut-shaming.

“The girl who just swallowed my cum should probably get down from her high horse.” He uses his hand to pull you up to your feet and then the same hand slips to your waist so he can keep you close.

“Tastes like shit.” You mumble.

“Hmm, does it?” He asks in an amused voice before he brings you in for a harsh kiss. “Tastes fine to me.”

He starts kissing your neck and before you know it, you’re pushed against a desk in the room. His hands roam freely over your body and one squeezes and gropes at your breast like he may never have the chance to do this again. Everything about his movement is inexperienced but very wanting.

“Ahh.” You gasp a bit as he nibbles at your neck, a distraction so he can slide his hand up your dress without you thinking twice. You then feel his fingertips against your panties. “Joseph!” You scold.

“C’mon just let me make you feel good. I just wanna return the favour.” He murmurs against your neck and you can’t refuse him.

His long fingers shove your panties to the side and he rubs them through your arousal.

“I didn’t think girls being this wet was a real thing.” He teases.

“Shut up.”

He rubs around haphazardly for a few moments before you guide him to your clit. Then it starts to feel good as he rubs around it in tight circles. He feels like a man as you moan into his mouth from pleasure he’s giving you. And when his fingers slip into you… you can barely keep yourself quiet.

“Yeah, you like that?” He eggs you on as he curls his fingers roughly against your sweet spot.

“Mmm, Joseph.” You whine and squirm from his rapid movements as you are used to a much slower pace from yourself. “It’s too much.”

“Really? Because with how your pussy is soaking my fingers, I would say it’s just the right amount.” He says, not slowing his pace even slightly.

He isn’t evil though, at least not completely, so when he sees how overstimulated you get after another thirty seconds, he goes back to rubbing your clit.

“See isn’t this just so much better than you being a brat all the time?” He smirks, not caring for your answer as he kisses you again.

“Oh, God. I think i’m gonna…” You spill yourself on his fingers, soaking his already damp digits even more.

“I knew you wanted it bad but I didn’t think you’d like it that much, doll.” He teases, pulling his fingers from you and licking them clean right in front of you. “Tastes delicious.” He murmurs. “Now, how about we fix you up and get back to the dance floor? I think it’s time we show everyone that you’re my girl.”

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trials-of-a-spirit-worker · 11 months

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Spirit Work Basics

You voted, I listened. I meant it. So buckle up as we go through the basics of Spirit Work.

I've touched on this on other posts but I'll make a massive post here. This is not going to explain everything and will still be pretty broad. Cause I do not have the time, the knowledge, nor patience to try and explain EVERYTHING.

But I do hope it helps.

Look under the tags advice, spirit communication, spirit work for more detail.

So hello, I'm Sol. I've been working with spirits since I realized I was speaking with them. I had the gift since I was a young child, first spirit I saw being my grandfather on my father's side shortly after he passed away. He was a pastor, supposedly, I was doing the best I could to repeat his favorite verses despite me being a small little shit. I don't remember the verses, I do remember speaking to him a lot however.

Which is where we'll begin, how to speak to spirits.

Maybe she's born with it? Maybe it's insanity~♪

Well, how do we begin with speaking with spirits? There's a number of ways, actually. Some do have the natural ability, like myself but that shouldn't discourage people who are newly trying and don't have that natural affinity for it. Spirits can and will talk to anyone if you open yourself up. Just takes a bit of work. But Sol, you may ask, how do I do that?

If you've been on witchblr for a bit you know what I'm about to say next: Yup.

Meditate.

Now listen, meditation is a way to open yourself up to the spirits around you or just at least signal "hey, I'm open to talk to." It gives you a good sense of your own energy and the energy around you. Meditation doesn't have one look either. A lot of people can't just sit still and kept their legs crossed or be on their knees with their eyes closed (I see you ADHD/ADD people). Hell, my lazy ass will meditate lying down.

Literally the definition of Meditation: to engage in mental exercise (such as concentration on one's breathing or repetition of a mantra) for the purpose of reaching a heightened level of spiritual awareness. transitive verb. : to focus one's thoughts on : reflect on or ponder over. (merriam webster)

It's pretty broad, right? Hell, you can even work out and meditate. I do it all the time. Cause I focus on my breathing and the feeling of energy through my body. Basically you can get creative with it.

While you're meditating, make sure you're feeling your own energy. This can come in a number of ways; waves, your heartbeat, a feeling of something cloaking you etc. While you have that feeling down, envision an opening, whether its a door, or just acknowledging you're reaching out to the other side. Whether or not you get an answer back, you are putting yourself out there and that's half the battle done. Just be sure to know how to close yourself and ward your body. Spirit work and opening yourself like that is no joke and I'd like you to be safe.

To do that, just envision whatever you had opened closed or recede back or whatever you used that worked for you.

Signs to Look for

Some of the more common tells of a spirit hearing and trying to communicate are of the following:

Small echos/voices in the back of your head

Random thoughts that may not be your own

Knocks or things shuffling

Strange dreams

Small phantom touches

Feelings of being watched

And Many More!

"But Sol," some of you might say, "that's really fucking vague and could just be explained away."

Yeah...welcome to spirit work. You thought this shit was easy?!

You have to work on your discernment. It is a skill needed for this type of work.

Seems counterproductive, but it's not! See, if every bump and noise was reported as ghosts or spirits, well...we'd be even less believed than we already are. When doing spirit work, or ghost hunting, you are stuck with the burden of proof and it's a huge burden to have. This is why people ask for repeats of actions, to speak again in recorders and other things. We're asking for repetition, because science is prevalent, especially in spiritualism and occultism. We have to be our own skeptics so when we have something that can't be explained away, we truly have something to celebrate.

Tools on the Job

No one said you had to do this all on vibes. No shame in using tools. I'll more than likely take the time to make specific posts about each tool in the future cause this post is already really long but I'll give you a nice rundown of basic tools.

By the way anyone who tries to shame you for using tools or says "only trainee or baby witches use this or that" are tools themselves (not the good or useful kind) and should not be given the time of day. Tools are fine. Use them for help if you need it because that's what the fuck a tool is for.

Now these aren't all the tools you can use but I'll give you some well known ones. I've seen witches get real creative and it's honestly super cool watching them use strange things that you'd never think about as a witchcraft tool. But that's what makes it so fun.

Tarot cards

Tarot is something I often use. 78 cards all with different meanings. There's many many ways to interpret them and multiple themes that many of them have.

My best advice for these are to just look up the overall meanings both upright and reversed just to have a general consensus of each card. Play around with them a lot, and interpret them the way you would as if you were making a story with them. You can also use them for spirit communication.

Calling forth a spirit allowing them to touch the deck (just leave it for a moment and allow them to influence the deck as it were before doing the spread). Holds a lot of power in your hands but is a little slow.

Pendulum

A pendulum is usually a crystal tied to a string or a chain that can be swung over a board of either yes or no or maybe for its options. Sometimes there is a mock ouija for the pendulum to spell out things as well.

Cool thing about a pendulum is it can be anything that swings if you wish. Some people I've seen take off their necklace and use it as a pendulum just fine. Just have a singular point and you can get to work anywhere with it. Please make sure to ward yourself from invading or malevolent spirits when you do this though.

Lots of pendulum or spirit boards exist and have different templates as well.

This is more of a call and response type of device to use. Especially when you feel a spirit present Still has a fair bit of control in your hands.

Ouija board

The infamous kids game works around the same way a pendulum does, except there is a planchette that slides over the board. This is a call and response based tool much like a pendulum. However, it is a little easier for the ghost to manipulate and control. Which is where all the stupid stories of ghosts completely taking over and fucking up shit takes place. Also, half of the biggest problems are just humans being humans which means victims of groupthink. So... stupidity. Someone freaked so you all freak...the energy gets bad and shit happens. Do your best to remain calm and just work through it.

Also no. ZOZO XOX 2O2O etc does not want your ass. Many spirits claim that shit to get a rise out of you anyway. Guys...no, I swear it does not happen. This is main character energy that none of us have...or want! Even if a demonic entity came in to fuck with you, there are plenty of other ways to do it. Be fucking for real.

Please remain kind and courteous to who you contact. Do not let your paranoia about this tool make you do stupid things. Always say goodbye when you are finished. Try and stay as calm as you can.

Never. Ever leave the planchette on the board unattended. Lest you get an unwanted guest or one that'll overstay their welcome.

Crystal Ball

Crystal Balls are a good way to detect energies. This is normally used in a private setting cause it desires a lot of concentration. Now, I'm admittedly not that knowledgeable in this because I don't use my crystal ball often.

Also, your crystal ball doesn't have to be clear. Mine is obsidian and I love her.

When having your question, focus on it and concentrate. Make sure it is open ended. I mean you can have yes or no, but it's gonna be a bitch to decipher a yes or no answer.

Close your eyes and let the answers come to you in the forms of images and colors and such, examine all you can as just let your intuition work.

Sounds simple but its a rather interesting art form to work on. Symbols and such can confuse you and it's heavy on your interpretation. I'm sure there's books and stuff out there for a general view of this symbol you see might mean this or that but...largely, this is a true test of how you read your intuition.

I'd do it more, if I wasn't closeted and lived with nosy closed-minded people.

C'est la vie.

One important thing though...don't leave your ball uncovered. Especially if it's clear. That's how you end up with burned shit. Those bitches are like mega magnifying glasses. And it happens faster than you think. Science is scary.

Mirror/Water Scrying

Mirror and water scrying is kind of the same as a crystal ball except it's a quicker and often less expensive way to work on your divination.

Some people have a specific mirror that they black out and scry that way. Others have a scrying bowl made for divination alone. It's just as good. You can use any bowl or mirror however. Just be sure to cleanse the area before you start and after you're done.

Some thank the water used for divination before putting it down the sink or in the earth. But that's more of an individual's choice/belief/faith than anything else.

Lots of occultism and spiritualism has a thing with mirrors being portals, openings, etc to the otherside and can bring some unwanted visitors.

And as someone who now sleeps with their mirror facing the wall now, I will say I believe a lot of what people say on that.

I want a goodnights sleep damnit.

Just be sure to cleanse your tools after use. Better safe than sorry.

ETC.

There's a lot of creative ways people can use these tools and magic. So don't think of magic as a recipe for how to be a witch or do witchcraft. That's half the fun of witchcraft.

Discovery.

Finding ways to do things, to hear, to see, to communicate. Yes there are certain tools that work better than others but, we as individual people also work in different ways.

There's a psychic out there who reads asparagus like bones. There's someone who will scry with a puddle on the ground they found. People have their own methods and ways to work their magic and we should learn from them. So if you have some non normal tactic or even something unsual, embrace it to the fullest.

I divine with music. If you ask me it's Apollo's influence. My spirits communicate with music.

When I meet people and get a good vibe on them a song comes to mind, and even if I forget your face, your voice, who you are, that song will remind me what I think of you. Songs pop up in my head when people associated with it are close.

I'm not going to say I'm the only one in the world who does this, cause that would be some bs. But its my tactic and its natural.

Do what is natural for you and not what other witches say you should do.

Even me, I beg you not to try and emulate or follow my advice down to a T if it doesn't work for you. Don't force it to work.

I am just one person, one voice spouting some advice. Take what you can from it, take what helps and work your own path. And then in turn do the same. I'm a path offering person not a director. But that's...just...me...

"But Sol, how do I speak to spirits?"

Talk.

Yeah, that simple. Talk.

This can be in a lot of forms. Some write and burn letters to ancestors, or past family members. Set up a placement for talking to them. Admittedly, a lot of spirit work and communication is experimental. We just warn you over some things because they've happened enough for us as a collective to go ah, a pattern.

I have urns at home so it's pretty easy to say hello in that case.

I am NOT telling you to go into a graveyard and just go wussap. No. Some spirits don't want your tomfuckery. Also if they're feeling really chatty all at once you might get overwhelmed and you will not have a good time. Read the dead room.

Open yourself up. WARD YOURSELF FIRST! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS. But yeah open yourself up. Learn how to open your pathways and close them first. That comes with meditating. Yes, this is why damn near all of us nag the shit out of y'all about meditating.

Just talk and listen. It won't happen immediately. It takes time and a careful ear. Remember signs to look for. You might spot them before you hear them. Small instances of shadows out the corner of your eye. A touch from nowhere, a shiver down your spine. Other things going off or being moved, etc. Slowly, someone or something will receive your message and try to respond in kind.

When you get these small responses, just keep calm and say hello or acknowledge what they've done.

"Oh, someone's here"

"Hello there"

"Are you still here?"

It'll be awkward (try to remember where you are, don't be a weirdo in public), but overtime you'll get better at it.

Conclusion!

Like any skill, spirit communication takes practice.

There are a vast plethora of ways to communicate with tools that I haven't mentioned as well, like automatic writing which is a pretty good beginner way to jump in.

Just have a pen/pencil on paper, write what comes to mind. Its a good way to practice hearing and catching signs as well.

And something I will never stop saying is you don't have to take this journey alone! Especially if you don't want to. Find someone experienced to start this journey with. Someone who calms you, who can support you. Support and asking for help is good. Last thing any of us want is for you to get hurt or scared out of doing this if this is something you really want to do. So call us, talk to us. Confide in more experienced people.

So many times on this site and other places, we are begging to form this beautiful network so we can help one another, give advice, hang out etc.

We are right here, just reach out for us. You'll get a hand back in kind.

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romanarose · 5 months

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Santa Joel-y

Chubby!Joel Miller x chubby!fem!reader

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Summary: Joel is insecure about his weight, you help him feel beautiful.

Warnings: Weight gain, insecurity around weight, mentions of eating disorders and bulimia, reader was bulimic, PIV sex, handjob, brief mentions of drinking, creampie.

Immersability: Reader is fem, has hair, is chubby, reader was at least pre-teen in the 90's so not much of an age gap. Reader isn't necessarily Christian but celebrates Christmas at least with her kids at the school

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He would kill Tommy right now if it didn’t mean dealing with Maria.

Joel had said ‘absolutely not’ to Tommy’s request for him to play Jackson’s Santa Claus, saying yeah, he may have gained a few pounds since settling into Jackson, but he wasn’t THAT fat.

Naturally, Tommy was annoying about it but Joel did not back down. Neither did Tommy. So, Tommy sent you. You, the school teacher. You, the woman that made his heart palpitate but he did not have a crush on you, because he was 57. You, who Joel had slowly been getting to know and would even sit with him and Tommy or Ellie, both of him teased him relentlessly about his crush. You, who said that you would be dressed up as an elf and Joel agreed faster than he was proud of.

And now, you, who conveniently brought your tape measure as if you knew he would say yes, were measuring him and finding out just exactly how fat he’d gotten.

“41 inches” You declared with the tape measure around his waist. Joel was in charge of writing everything down.

“Jesus christ” He mumbled, writing down as he was told.

You sat back on your hunches, and it took everything in Joel to not look down. For one, he did not want to look at his stomach right now, but also if he saw you on your knees looking up, he was afraid he’d get a boner.

“Joel?” You ask him, fingers adjusting his pants to measure correctly, cold fingerprints brushing his love handles.

He wanted it to stop. “Hm?” but he never wanted it to end. He liked your skin on his, even if it was touching his fat stomach.

“You know putting on weight can be a good thing, right?” You moved to stand up, being done measuring for his costume.

Joel held out a hand for you, helding to pull you up. “I don’t really see how.”

The smile you gave was so soft and kind, it made Joel’s heart flutter. Definitely not a crush though.

“It means your safe, you’re eating 3 meals a day, you aren’t purely on survival mode. You body is probably so used to starvation, it’s holding onto everything it can. It’s just a sign of things… looking up.” Joel didn’t look convinced. “Look, Joel…” You shove your hands in your pocket, blushing a bit. “This might be a lot but, we’re friends, right?”

Joel’s eyes widened. Friends? Fuck, he didn’t think you considered him a friend. Sure, he took the long way home after church and stopped at your house a lot, asking if you needed a hand with the shoveling. Sure, you always took him up on it and then invited him to stay for lunch. Sure, sometimes if the timing was right, Joel walked by the school as the kids were leaving and offered to walk you home. Jackson was a safe place- he’d never let Ellie run around the way she did if he didn’t think it was safe. Still, couldn’t be too careful.

“Yeah, yeah uh, we’re friends.” He agreed, buckling up his pants again.

You looked so earnest as you spoke. “Years before the outbreak, I had an eating disorder. Pretty bad, this was before Princess Diana talked about being bulimic, so there was like… not much help for that kind of thing. Had to handle it on my own.”

“Shit.” Joel whispered, hurting for you. The idea of someone as perfect as you feeling that low that you needed to hurt yourself that way… He thought you were stunning, every curve. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. The point is, when I entered recovery- the dozen attempts it took- I gained back not only the weight I lost, but a lot extra. I found out later that was common. It was difficult, but I learned to look at my weight gain with pride. It meant I was no longer harming my body like that.” You took your hands out of your pockets and grabbed both of his hands. “I don’t wanna tell you how to think, but just know that this change means you and your daughter are safe, okay?”

Joel felt like he could pass out, his body suddenly so warm from your touch. “Okay- I- thank you, darl’n.” He blushed.

“And for what it’s worth…” Hesitating a bit, you lean in and kiss him on the cheek. You feel him giving your hands a squeeze. “I think you’re very handsome. I’ll see you on Christmas, Joel.”

“Why the fuck are you so giddy.” Ellie asked, mouthful, shoveling the pancakes Joel made her into her mouth.

“Wha-” Joel turned around. “Im not- I’m not giddy. I’m a grown man, you little shit.” But he was smiling.

“Does it got something to do with the pretty school teacher you’re gonna be with all night?

Joel threw the washcloth at her.

Besides the fact a child said he wanted his dad for christmas, his dad who died before they came to Jackson, you thought things went smoothly. He dressed up in the costume you’d made for him, and you were in a green elf costume. You thought you looked pretty cute, if you were being honest. Joel did a good job, and after the kids cleared out and it was just you and Joel, you made sure to tell him.

“I was really impressed with you, you got really into it.” You Laughed, holding a drink as Joel flopped down on a chair.

He groaned when he settled. “God, I know I’m getting old now. Shit was exhausting. I don’t know how I can still do patrols and fighting raiders just fine but this has me pooped.”

“Kids are tiring.” You hand him his drink.

“God bless you and your work, honey. Doing God’s work there.” He said with a small chuckle and took a deep drink.

“Hm.” You hummed. “Yeah, I’m pretty tired too, mind if I take a seat?” You say, walking over to him.

“Oh!” Joel scrambles to try and sit up from the only chair in the room. “Shit, sorry, come sit here-”

You place your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down and straddling your legs over his lap, taking a seat on him. “This okay?” You whisper in his ear.

“Y-yeah,” Joel whimpers. He looks up at you hand gripping his mug of beer like a life line.

Finishing your wine, you set the glass down and place your hands around Joel’s mug, guiding it to his lips and pushing it up. Gently tilting, you watch Joel’s throat bob as he swallows the rest of his drink, setting his glass next to yours.

“You know I think you are very handsome, right?” You ask his, running your hands over the red of the suit, feeling the swell of his belly.

He swallows thickly. “Yeah, you um… you mentioned it…” Joel admired your in your green elf costume, and he was actually aware he was still wearing the full Santa costume.

Your hands find their way back up. “And I think you are very sweet.”

“I, um… I don’t hear that one very often.” Joel’s face feels warm, that warmth spreading through his body and settling into his lower stomach.

“Mmmmm” You touch his fake, thick, white beard, but take it off in favor of his patch greys. You kept the hat on.“And a good father. That’s a very attractive trait.”

His chest is rising a little too much to act natural. “I’m… trying…” He had a death grip on the chair handles.

“You can touch me, you know…”

Tentatively, Joel settles his hands on your hips, and when his touch makes you smile, he ventures a bit further. “I’d like to kiss you if I could.”

You look down at Joel, hands warm on his scruffy face, the red and white all over his full body. “I’d love that.” His face still in your hands, you lean down and slot your lips up against him, taking his mouth in yours.

“Mmmm” He moans, and you can’t help but grind down onto him, feeling the swell of your stomach against his. The movement caused his hardening cock to twitch in his pants.

“Ooohh, fuck, Joel.” You can’t help whining into his mouth.

His body stiffened, his grip on your wide hips pushing you back away from his erection. “Shit, sorry-”

You grind down on him agsin feeling his full hardness and kissing him wetly. “Don’t ever apoligize for that, fuck… Joel, I want you.”

He’s still hesitant, breathless, Joel closed his eyes. “I dunno if you want that, honey. Made a real nice costume but the body under it ain’t what it used to be.”

“Joel.” You take his hand. “Do you want me? We ain’t gotta do nothing you don’t want to…”

Joel’s next words are barely ground out through gritted teeth and tightly shut eyes. “I, fuck, I want to… I just don’t think you’re gonna want me.”

With a soft sigh, you bring his hands to your chub. “Feel that?”

He can’t get words out, eyes still screwed tight.

“Do you like how my body feels?”

“So much.”

You drag his hands up your front, planting them firmly on your tits that he was happy to play with as you put your hand on his fat stomach. “Then can’t you understand how beautiful I find you?” You rock your hips, and a light whine escapes him. Joel motherfucking Miller whined for you. “Can’t you see how fucking hot you are?”

With his hands massaging your breasts, swiping his thumb over the sensitive nipples and rolling them in his fingers, his beard scrapping your face as you kiss his neck, you are fucking soaking your custome made green pants.

“Mmmaybe?” He’s losing control, becoming needy under you, and you needed him in turn.

“Fuck, Joel, can I feel you? Can I touch you? Please?” You beg.

When he frantically nods, you reach for the big black belt and undo it, slipping your hand in his pants to pull out his cock. “God, Joel… fuck your cock is as thick and beautiful as you are…”

Joel’s hands wander, traveling the length of your body despite being unable to open his eyes to you as you jerk him. “You’re fucking sexy, Joel, all of you. All of us. Every inch. Every scar, every bit of fat and hair loss and sagging is beautiful because we lived, we’re alive and we’re happy, and god Joel, I’m happy right now with you.”

He mumbled something you couldn’t understand as his hands groped at you desperately.

“What did you say, baby? You can say no, it’s alright.”

“Fuck me, please?”

You spit on your left hand, using it to fist his cock while your right explores his body. “That’s all I needed to hear, handsome.”

Joel helps you sit up, strong arms practically holding you up as you maneuver off your pants and line him up at your entrance. You place a hand on his meaty chest and one soft on his cheek “Joel? I need you to look at me when I fuck you, okay? Need your eyes on me when I take you inside me, alright?”

Still clearly nervous, Joel opened his eyes slowly but god he was blessed with a sight when he did. You, your green outfit and little elf hat and you smiling down at him. You were a vision. And you wanted him.

Your eyes were locked on him as you sunk down, your eyebrows pinched together in concentration as you took him, your perfect lips held tight.

“It’s alright, darl’n.” Joel says soothingly, rubbing your thick thighs. “Just go slow… You’re nice and wet for me already, arentcha? Yeah, thatsa good girl… mess girl, fuuuuuck.” Joel dropped his head back, groaning obscenely when you were fully seated, and almost dropping the Santa hat but you caught it. You didn’t want to miss out on how cute he looked in it. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

You smile at him, feeling stretched to the very limit but so, so satisfied. “Kiss me, Santa” With your fingers entangled into his hair, you pull him towards you as you begin bouncing on his cock, repeatedly filling yourself up. His taste was exquisite, but nothing compared to his smell, he was woodsy and leather and safety, and you wanted to melt into all the senses he surrounded you with. The masculine smell, the sweet taste, the feeling of his thick member throbbing inside you and his hands gripping at your ass, his belly rubbing on yours, the sight of him, red and white on brown skin, the grunts as he thrust up… Joel was all that mattered, Joel was all you knew.

“Fuck, Joel, baby you feel so goddamn good.”

Joel moaned into your mouth, moving his hands from the fat of your sides to unbotton your green shirt.

“Joel, ‘salittle cold, don’t wanna be naked”

He paused his movements. “Is it okay if I unbutton a few so I can see your tits?” He looked up at you, hopeful but clearly allowing you to say no.

“I like that idea, handsome.”

When Joel took your breast in his mouth, he paid no mind to the way they sagged and stretched, he devoured you like you were a supermodel, licking and softly nibbling over every inch of the flesh before suckling on the tender nipple.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, bucking a bit as you rode him with everything you had. You place two hands on his protruding belly for leverage, feeling the fat on his chest graze over your fingers as you press down when you bounce. “Gonna cum, Joel, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He removed his mouth only for a moment, frequently going back to suck at your tits while trying to get his sentence out. “Me to, honey *suck* where do you *lick* want me?” His mouth was back on you in a second.

“Inside, cum inside.”

A loud whimper, and he sped up his movements, fucking up into you until you cry out in pleasure, screaming out “OH SANTA!” As you cum around him, Joel right behind. He fills you up with his warm cum, never stopping fucking you until you road out all of your orgasm and his dick was limp inside you. Exhausted, you fall onto his plush body with a cold sweat, kissing tenderly at Joel’s stubbly neck.

Pudgy fingers were buttoning up your shirt. “‘S cold, darl’n. Let’s get your pants on.”

“Mmmmm, just a minute. Like feeling you inside me.”

“Like being inside you.”

Joel��s strong arms wrapped around you, warm and loving and pulling you closer, but then moved to your thighs. Sweetly, Joel rubbed your legs as the heat of sec cooled on your body, fingers occasionally digging into the flesh.

Likewise, you wrap your arms around his full body, feeling the way his fat felt so right against you.

“Merry Christmas, Joel.”

“Merry Christmas, honey.”

***************

So, I don't celebrate christmas, but I wanted to put this out there <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THOSE WHO DO!

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heartsforvin · 8 months

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hi! i’m in love with your imagines, how about an imagine about reader pranking vinnie, where she slams vinnie’s car door to see how he will react

PRANKS

thank you for the request ! i hope you like it <3

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; lil bit of angst (vin fr gettin mad, not knowing you’re just being silly), cussing, fluff , lmk if i missed anything

summary; you try to prank vinnie but it doesn’t go as planned

“hey, babe.” you greet vinnie as you get in his car. slamming the door, you lean over to kiss him but he pulls away, making you confused.

“why’d you slam the door?” he asked in a bit of a pissy tone, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

putting the car in drive, vinnie turned his gaze to you and asked, “got everything you need?”

searching through your bag, you look up at him and shake your head when you realized you forgot something.

“shit, i forgot my wallet. i’ll be right back.” you tell your boyfriend, kissing his cheek before opening the door.

you slam it shut again once you get out. vinnie’s grip on he steering wheel tightened, making his knuckles white. he didn’t understand why you were slamming the door.

you came back out of the house with a smile, making vinnie even more confused since you didn’t seem like you were upset at anything, or anyone.

climbing back into the car, you slam the door shut again. you felt kind of bad, knowing how much vinnie loves his car, but you just wanted a reaction out of him.

“got your things?” he asked, his grip on the steering wheel loosening.

you nodded, giving him a sweet smile before buckling your seatbelt.

about ten minutes into the drive you had asked vinnie if he could stop at a gas station. he agreed and made his way to closest one.

once the two of you arrived you grabbed your bag and unbuckled your seatbelt. “thanks, baby. i’ll be right back,” you said as you stepped out of the car. “want anything?” you then asked.

vinnie shook his head. “nah im good, thank you.” he replied.

you smiled and closed the door roughly once again. it was really starting to irritate vinnie but he thought maybe you don’t realize you’re doing it.

surely you meant to do it. he thought. you’ve done it more than once, meaning it wasn’t an accident.

five minutes later you came back with your snacks and climbed back inside the car, with yet another harsh shut to the door.

you were surprised vinnie hadn’t said anything yet, besides the first time it happened when you first got into the car. you wondered if he would bring it up again.

the car ride was silent for a moment before you heard your boyfriend sigh heavily, making you avert your gaze to him.

“what’s up with you?” you ask him, turning down the music a bit so the two of you can talk.

wiping his hand over his face, he sighed again, keeping his eyes on the road. you could see his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel.

he didn’t reply for awhile, confusion spread all across your face. “vin?” you asked, rubbing your thumb against his thigh comfortingly.

stopping at a red light, he finally turns to look at you. “what’s up with me, what’s up with you?’ he asks, his tone harsh.

this isn’t what you wanted to happen, you thought he’d find it at least a little funny, but you guessed wrong.

“nothings up with me, vinnie,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

the light turns green and the two of you continue driving, hearing a huff from vinnie minutes later.

as the night continued nothing was heard from the boy across from you, you tried to talk to him but he’d just ignore you.

finally, you guys arrived to where vinnie had planned to take you. pulling into a parking spot, he shut off the car and turned to face you.

“come on, we’re gonna miss it!” you say, grabbing your things and opening the door.

vinnie had taken you to go watch the sunset, one of your favorite things to do with each other.

you climb out of the car and shut the door the same way you have been this entire time.

vinnie climbs out of the car muttering a string of curse words, wondering why you’re acting the way you are.

grabbing your hand, he threads your fingers together, even if he’s a bit pissed at you, he still wants to feel your touch.

“i forgot my phone from the car, can we go back real quick?” you ask him, vinnie nods.

once you’re at the car you open the door and grab your phone, slamming the door shut after.

“y/n, what the fuck is up with you?” he couldn’t hold in his emotion anymore.

furrowing your eyebrows you ask, “what do you mean? i just needed to grab my phone.”

the blonde huffs, crossing his arms against his chest. “you’ve been slamming the damn door all day!” he exclaims, obviously upset.

you mimic his actions, crossing your arms. “i’m sorry, vinnie. i didnt notice.”

vinnie laughs in disbelief. “yeah, okay,” he replies before walking away.

as you watch him walk away you can’t help but feel upset that you got your boyfriend mad. you didn’t mean to, you just wanted some sort of reaction.

“vin, wait,” you shout as you make your way to him. you pull his arm so he can turn around and face you. “do you wanna go?”

“you wanna get back in the car so you can slam the door again and piss me off more?” he asks.

rolling his eyes, vinnie storms off away from you, making you laugh at how childish he’s being.

you let him walk away, seeing just how upset he’d get. you watch him kick some rocks on the ground and what seems to be mumbling something.

after a while, you felt awful about getting your boyfriend so upset. you walk up to him and tug at his arm.

“vinnie,” you say, trying to get his attention, tugging at his jacket a bit. “vin.”

he finally turns around and when he does you can see the bit of anger in him. “what?” he spats at you.

“let me talk to you, please.” you say, trying to calm him down.

you grab vinnie’s hand and the two of you walk to a picnic table that’s cleared of any people. sitting down, you grab his hands from across the table and rub your thumbs over his knuckles.

“i’m sorry for upsetting you, baby. i just thought it’d be a funny prank and to see what kind of reaction out of you.” you explain.

vinnie smiles, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them. “well you got one,” he laughs, making you laugh with him. “but i’m sorry for yelling at you.”

you stand up, walking around the table and grabbing his hands in yours. you pull him up and off the table, lacing his fingers in yours.

“can we stargaze?” you ask, noticing the sun was now gone and the stars were out.

vinnie nods his head, wrapping his arm around your waist, hugging you closer to him. “come on, pretty, we’re gonna miss it.” he says, repeating your words from earlier.

making it to the top of the hill, you two sit on the grass, your head resting on vinnie’s shoulder as his arm is wrapped around you, keeping you close.

vinnie kisses your head, making you smile. you look up at him and kiss him softly. “i’m sorry, vin.”

he looks puzzled. “for what?” he asks.

you sigh, turning your body to properly face him. “i’m sorry for slamming your car door, i’m sorry for getting you so riled up and mad at me.” you explain.

vinnie shakes his head. “it’s okay, princess. i shouldn’t have gotten so upset with you,” he says, holding your hands in his. “i love you.”

you smile, kissing him passionately, a huge grin spread across both your faces when you pull away.

“i love you too, vin.”

hiii i hope you liked this !!! ofc i had to end it w a happy ending cus that’s just me 🤗

but i hope you enjoyed it !! i loved writing it !!!

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kafus · 5 months

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why 100%ing the pokeathlon in HGSS is one of the longest challenges in all of pokemon

ok so the pokeathlon right. the fun minigame collection in HGSS that is sort of but not really a replacement for sinnoh contests. one of the achievements you have to get to upgrade the HGSS trainer card to 5 stars is beating all 10 preset records for each minigame in the pokeathlon, and this is probably what it's most known for outside of just being a fun minigame collection. i think most people beat all the records if they're going for completion and call it a day but despite how easy it is to get that trainer card level, it's actually barely scraping the surface of what this game expects out of you for 100% completion. i genuinely think it's one of the most insane pokemon challenges in terms of the amount of grinding and for WHAT??? WHAT WERE THEY THINKING AAAAA

okay deep breath hear me out. all of the images in this post are pictures of one of my own HGSS files that i have been slowly working on 100% completing the pokeathlon in. i am not done yet and you will soon see why

in the basement of the pokeathlon, there are four rooms that get progressively unlocked as you play. the first one ("solidarity room") is there at default, then you unlock the "trust room" by winning a medal in all five courses at least once, then you unlock the "potential room" by winning a medal for all five courses on the same pokemon (AKA what is called a "medalist pokemon"), and then lastly you unlock the "friendship room" by beating all the preset 1st records, which also gets you the aforementioned trainer card level. each of these rooms is there to display various pokeathlon achievements and holy shit there are a lot of them that just get more crazy as you go further back in the rooms so BUCKLE UP

this is the solidarity room, aka the first room. very easy stuff, the only records down here are in the glass case and they show your highest collective score in each of the five pokeathlon courses. for 100% completion of this room you need to get a score of at least 450 in each course and you can tell you've done this when there are two trophy icons filled in next to each on the right hand side. a couple examples:

the only one in particular that took me more than one or two attempts to get the score i needed was the jump course for some reason and i have no idea why honestly, i think i just suck at lamp jump. on the other hand the skill course is extremely easy entirely because snow throw can be cheesed (video of me doing this here)

next up is the trust room. mainly it features the glass case that shows off every pokemon you've ever received a medal on and also totals how many full medalist pokemon you have, as shown below (i don't currently have any pokemon who AREN'T medalists here, but medalist pokemon are given the red ribbon on the bottom screen, so any non-medalist pokemon won't have that icon):

yes i have 73 medalist pokemon at the time of writing this post. don't worry about the trophies right now, we're going to talk about it later

despite the glass case being the main thing here, the flag, jersey, and golden shoes on the back wall aren't actually there at first. they show up for accomplishing certain things. from left to right you have to switch 200 times in any minigame that requires swapping mons, join the pokeathlon (not necessarily win) 50 times, and dash in any minigame where you flick the stylus to dash 5000 times. these numbers might sound kind of high but it's potatoes compared to later and if you're trying to 100% the pokeathlon these will just naturally show up here eventually without you even thinking about it

amusingly after you get them and interact with them, it doesn't actually tell you what you did to get them there lol. it's just like wow! those are yours! crazy!

next up, the potential room: yet another glass case and a couple of tables on the back for more golden items that appear as you achieve stuff. the glass case this time contains all the records for each individual minigame, including those 1st records you have to beat as i've mentioned a few times.

here are some of my records that i am not so subtly taking the opportunity to show off here lol. i have played so much pokeathlon that all of the 1st records are completely gone from the list, i've overwritten the entire list from each event LOL. on the bottom screen, 1st records you've beaten get a little ribbon on the event icon... but hold on, there's trophies too!

yes there's actually two records to beat for each event, the one that gives you the little trophy is called the mastery record and some of them, unlike the 1st records, are actually pretty damn difficult to achieve. circle push requires 60 points for example, which requires you to get a score of at least 60 - and the theoretical highest score you can get, aka a perfect score, is 66!! that's only 6 points off from perfect!! and don't even get me started on pennant capture, imo it's by far the hardest mastery record, it requires you to pick up 50 entire flags in one game and for a variety of reasons this is very difficult and required me to soft reset over and over doing attempts for multiple hours lol. the mastery records are really where i'm like, damn as a kid with undeveloped motor skills this would make me fucking explode (and it did when i was a child. it almost did even as an adult. fuck pennant capture)

oh yeah btw that "Link" button in the top right is specifically for local wireless playing pokeathlon with friends and there are zero achievements related to it, there's no preset records and no local play is required for completion. figured i'd mention lol

anyway as for the two things in the back, the first with the golden pokegear is for 100 first place wins overall and the one i don't have on the right side is for winning each individual minigame/event in first place... 50 times. 50 times each. there's 10 individual minigames, and some of them don't repeat on any other course, so you can start imagining just how many pokeathlon playthroughs this takes. this is getting ridiculous considering the amount of time investment needed but it Gets Worse!

ah yes the last room. the friendship room. it's cute, it has a statue of you and the last three pokemon you won the pokeathlon with, so you can go in with a team of 3 pokemon you care about and take a photo of your screen surrounded by statues of your favorite guys. here the mons are just random though lol

however there's more to this room and this is where the true insanity of the pokeathlon reveals itself. if you interact with your statue, you get this screen:

as you can see, all of the trophies from the previous rooms are totaled here! the collective trophies are the ones from getting a good score on each course from the solidarity room, the trust trophies are from the amount of medalist pokemon you have shown off in the trust room, the potential trophies are from all the 1st records and mastery records you've beaten in the trust room, and the friendship trophies... well those are actually obtained from the big point score on the top screen, of which you need a minimum of 4500 to get the 10th and final friendship trophy. this total is made up of the sum of all five course high scores, the highest score from each individual minigame (after converting to athlete points, AKA the currency earned), and one point per each medal shown off in the trust room, so five points for each medalist pokemon.

and that's the issue. medalist pokemon. you may have noticed that despite me having a whopping 73 medalist pokemon at the moment as well as getting every other trophy in the pokeathlon, i only have 6 of the 10 trust trophies. do you know how many medalist pokemon you need to 100% the pokeathlon and get that last trust trophy? 200 OF THEM.

let me break down why this is fucking ridiculous. so first of all i've been waiting to mention this until now, but medalist pokemon aren't actually logged by individual pokemon, they're logged by species. this means if you go in with a cyndaquil, and then go in with a different cyndaquil, winning medals on both cyndaquils does not count as more medals after you've already gotten them on that first cyndaquil once. this means that to even attempt getting 200 medalist pokemon, you have to OWN 200 individual pokemon species - as of gen 4 there were 493 pokemon in the national dex including mythicals and stuff; that's a little under half the entire fucking pokedex!! think of it this way, there's 30 pokemon per PC box, and assuming no duplicates, you would need to fill 6 and 2/3 PC boxes with different pokemon species.

pokedex requirement aside, let's break down how many times you have to play the pokeathlon minigames MINIMUM assuming you win first place every single time and don't ever bring repeat species on accident. it's math time babey

you need 200 medalist pokemon but you join the pokeathlon with a team of 3 pokemon at a time, so let's divide that by three and round upwards. 200 / 3 = 67 full medalist runs. for each medalist, you have to beat all 5 courses, so let's multiply 67 by 5 to get 335 total pokeathlon wins. but wait, each course has three minigames! so the total amount of minigames you have to play MINIMUM to get 200 medalist pokemon is 1005. and again, that's at minimum assuming you don't fuck anything up!! these minigames aren't exactly short either, they last 1-2 minutes each and this doesn't count spamming A through dialogue and menus, picking your pokemon each time before each course, watching the cutscene of points getting totaled at the end... 1-2 minutes might sound short but even if we take out all that time menuing and assuming every course is JUST 1 minute for math's sake, that's 1005 minutes - that's 16 hours and 45 minutes of JUST pokeathlon gameplay, and that is absolutely an underestimate.

as you can imagine as a person with chronic pain these minigames are kind of painful after a while and so i'm definitely going slow with this grind but i intend to have every trust trophy eventually. i'm not the first to do it but i've seen very few people online who have even wanted to make the attempt and i want to be able to look at that friendship trophy screen and feel accomplished. (i'm also going to get that last achievement in the potential room but if i don't have it somehow at the end of getting all these medalists i'll worry about it then)

side note i think it's really funny how there's something called the Supreme Cup which is just pokeathlon but harder and the only thing worth doing it for is extra athlete points for winning (300 instead of 100), there's literally 0 achievements tied to it lol

oh, and an aside about how ridiculous the pokeathlon is - the data cards. despite all my rambling here about all these different rooms with various achievements, there's actually even more pokeathlon data that is accessible... for a price.

the lady behind the counter here will sell you data cards for athlete points which let you view more personal pokeathlon data on the computer screen right next to her. the issue is some of these are really expensive, most of them 1000 points or more, which is a minimum of two full pokeathlon courses probably won at first place each. and there's also one card that costs 9999 for some fucking reason, it's the one that shows your total pokeathlon playtime, which i think is really funny. you also can't buy it right away, you have to buy most of the prior ones first. they really said ok here's your reward for grinding enough AP to buy all those data cards including this 9999 one: checking how much time you've wasted on getting here! in total getting all the data cards costs 39499 AP. just to view all your data!! if you get an average of 500 AP per pokeathlon course, that's a minimum of like 79 pokeathlon wins!!

i assume most people have never bought a data card much less all of them, like most people are going to use all that AP for purchasing evolution stones and heart scales from the main shop on the right, but it's kind of nutty how much data the pokeathlon actually saves. very minute stuff. since i've bought all of them, here's my current stats at the time of writing this:

anyways don't do this unless you have a lot of time on your hands to tediously replay the same minigames hundreds of times, and if you do for the love of god rest your wrists btw. these minigames were not built for my bones and they probably weren't for you eitherSFDKSFD

#pokemon #hgss #pokemon hgss #pokemon heartgold #pokemon soulsilver #pokeathlon #kiki was here #kiki.txt #kiki plays games #long post

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hi!! for the bingo could i request the heated argument + rowan whitehorn that eventually turns into heated make-out?? i’ve been loving ur posts sm they always make my day when i see the notifs :)

Guarantee

Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

a/n: based on this bingo card.

“Again,” Rowan said, his expression harsh and unforgiving.

You braced your hands on your knees, gulping down air as sweat dripped along your face. “I can’t.”

Rowan roughly gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You can.” He stood back, resuming his defensive stance. “Again.”

Your hands formed fists again, and you tried to ignore the way they cramped as you jabbed at his gut. Rowan easily deflected, before grabbing your wrist and pinning it behind your back.

You used you free arm to elbow him in the side. To your surprise, Rowan faltered. You took the opportunity to sweep his legs from under him, pinning him to the ground with a satisfied smirk.

The satisfaction was short lived as Rowan flipped you back over, holding your wrists above your head with one hand. His other hand gripped your jaw, tight enough to hurt. He used his knees to keep your thighs pinned, and you were certain they’d be bruised in the morning.

You struggled against him, but to no avail. Rowan only watched you; a bird circling its prey.

“Prick,” you sneered, continuing to struggle, if only out of spite.

Rowan’s face was cold. “If it was an enemy who had pinned you like this, you would’ve been dead already.”

“Thank you for the gentle reminder.”

“You need to try harder.”

“I am.”

Rowan stared.

You glared, voice rising at the sight of his indifference. “I am trying. I get up at dawn, and train with you until breakfast. I train with you after dinner, for several more hours. I am trying, Rowan.”

“It’s not good enough. You’re not good enough,” Rowan growled, and then froze as if he realized what he’d just said. He released his grip on your jaw, his eyes softening.

“At least you’re honest,” you muttered, blinking back the burning in your eyes.

Rowan sighed, closing his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant—“

Perhaps it was the anger, or your frustration, but you managed to shove Rowan off of you, and rise to your feet. “It’s fine, Rowan. You finally said what you’ve been thinking for the last month. What everyone’s been thinking.”

“If you’d let me talk—“

“I am done hearing you talk,” you spat, your tone harsh enough that Rowan showed a flicker of surprise. “I am better than most of the people you’re training.” You hated the arrogance in your voice, but it was true. “I am done hearing you put me down every single day when I am trying my hardest. I am done being made to feel like shit.”

Rowan gave you a once-over. “Are you done?”

You scowled. “Yes. Actually, no. You know what—“

Rowan surged foward, melding his lips to yours with such passion that your knees buckled. If not for his hold on your hips, you would’ve fallen to the ground. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hands finding purchase in his hair. He groaned into the kiss as you tugged on it, pulling away long enough to murmur against your lips, “Play nice, or you aren’t walking tomorrow.”

You smirked. “Is that a promise?”

Rowan threw you over his shoulder, and by morning, you found that it wasn’t a promise. It was a guarantee.

#rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn x reader #throne of glass #kingdom of ash #crown of midnight #heir of fire #empire of storms #tog

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sissylittlefeather · 6 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 3

A/N: Buckle in, folks. Shit's about to get real. Once again, this is the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. Prepare yourselves, friends.

Special thanks to @ccab for always being my beta, to @elvisfatass for always being my support, and this time to @tacozebra051 for encouraging me to post this, even when I almost chickened out.

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, ANGST, ANGST, AND MORE ANGST, talk of death, grief, etc. Also kissing, cussing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie (I promise this is not a smut fest. I tried to make it very tasteful- the sex has a purpose. You'll see why.). But also so much angst and sadness.

Word count: ~2.7k

You jump up and walk slowly towards the portal, your heart beating wildly in your chest...

******

The house is eerily silent and all you can hear is muffled sobs. Thank God you wore a dress that you bought at a vintage shop and not your typical jeans and t-shirt. Although, for the past year, you've been casually wearing clothing from the '50s just in case you stumbled across a portal.

It doesn't take you long to find him. In fact, you damn near trip over him. He's in the same corner of the house you were in, curled up and crying, clutching what looks like a woman's nightgown. Your mind races.

Gladys.

You're exactly 50 years in the past and Gladys Presley died two days ago.

You crouch down and try to approach him slowly. You don't want to scare him. You reach out and gently put a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you and his mouth drops open.

"Y/n. You're here?"

"I'm here." He grabs you and wraps his arms around your waist, head on your chest as he continues to sob.

"My mother..." He tries to choke out an explanation.

"Shhh, no, I know. You don't have to say it." He cries for a few more minutes and then it dawns on him. He pulls back and his face has changed from abject sorrow to unmitigated rage.

"You know? You knew this was going to happen!" He pushes you away from him.

"Elvis I-"

"You knew and you said NOTHING." Tears start to stream down your face.

"I couldn't say anything. I couldn't tell you."

"BULLSHIT. You could've said something. Anything. So that I could've done something. Or at least spent more time with her. God, how could you?" Your shoulders shake as your tears hit the floor. There's so much venom in his words.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Just get out."

"Elvis, where am I going to go? The portal is closed. I'm stuck here."

"That's your problem."

"Please." He looks up at you and the depth of his pain is evident on his face. You cup his cheeks in your hands. "I can't change what's in the past. You matter to the world, Elvis. Anything I tell you might ruin that. I know you're in pain right now, but I think you'll understand that when you're not." He nods, so you keep going. "Do you think I wanted to keep this from you? That I wanted to let you hurt like this? Do you know how badly I wanted to save you from this? How hard it was for me to know this was going to happen and be powerless to stop it? I'm here, somehow. This is the best gift I can give you. I'm here to be with you through it. God, I'm so sorry." You press him against your chest again and both of you sob together as you hold him.

You sit like this for a long time, not even noticing exactly how long. Eventually, Elvis falls asleep against you like a spent child and you continue to sit on the floor with him. When one of the maids finds you, she's shocked because she has no idea who you are or how you got there.

"Young lady, who are you?"

"I'm y/n, Elvis's friend from Tupelo." You pray that lie will be enough. Elvis stirs awake when he hears you talking.

"She's my girlfriend. I called her earlier and she came over. Don't worry about it." The maid nods her head skeptically and goes back to doing whatever she was doing. He looks up at you.

"My back is killing me. Come up to my room and we'll get in bed."

"Nobody will ask questions?"

"This is my damn house. They can kiss my ass." As you make your way upstairs with him, your mind wanders back to him referring to you as his girlfriend. If only.

******

You wake up together tangled in sheets and each other. He holds you close to him and kisses your forehead.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you yesterday." He whispers.

"No, it's okay. I would be mad too."

"You really can't tell me anything?"

"I really can't. It might jeopardize too many things. And besides, I know that I won't because the future is what it is."

"That makes my head hurt."

"Yeah, it's complicated." You lay in silence for a little while, arms wrapped around each other. Finally, he speaks.

"I am glad you're here. I've missed you a lot over the past year."

"I missed you too. I've been looking for you everywhere, going to places you performed and all kinds of stuff. I can't believe I found you here."

"Well, I live here."

"I know, but I've been here three times in the last year. I never found a portal." You lay there together for a bit not saying anything. Finally, he speaks again.

"I like your dress." He looks over at the black and white polka dotted garment where you laid it over a chair in his room. You're wearing one of his pajama tops now.

"Thanks. I bought it at a vintage shop."

"That's funny." He almost laughs, but then it's like a shadow passes over him. "I'm sorry I can't be like I was."

Your heart breaks because you know he'll never be quite like that again. He's lost his jovial innocence and even when he's happy later on, there'll always be a small piece of him missing.

"It's okay, Elvis. You're allowed to hurt." He rolls away from you and starts to cry again. You pull on his shoulder gently until he rolls back and you hold him again as he sobs. As he does, you run your fingers through his hair and notice how much shorter it is. Then, you remember that he's been drafted and will have to leave soon. What will you do when he goes? Hopefully, you'll find a portal before then.

He cries until he seemingly can't anymore and then he just lays on your chest trying to breathe.

"What should we do today?" You ask, your stomach rumbling.

"Can we just stay here and do this today?"

"You want to stay in bed?"

"Yeah."

"We can do whatever you want. But I'm gonna need some food." He looks up at you and gives you a small smile.

"Come with me." He gets out of bed and wraps you in his robe. Then, he takes you down to the kitchen, where one of the ladies that works there is doing some dishes.

"My girl is hungry. What do we have to eat in this house?"

"Breakfast or lunch?" You look at your watch. It's almost noon. You didn't realize you slept that long.

"Lunch, I guess?" You look up at him and he nods.

"Sandwiches?" You've read about the sandwiches Elvis eats. You're not sure you're ready to go there.

"Yes, but just peanut butter and bananas for me please."

"How did you... you know what kind of sandwiches I eat?" You smile awkwardly and he shakes his head incredulously.

The woman laughs and starts gathering the ingredients for the sandwiches.

You sit at the table talking while you eat and his mood seems to have improved a little bit. He still doesn't smile, though. When you finish, he grabs your hand.

"Better, honey?"

"Much better. Back to bed?"

"Yes please."

The woman who made the sandwiches raises her eyebrows at your suggestion, but Elvis doesn't notice or doesn't care. You make your way back up the stairs together and barely make it into his room before he falls apart again. He sinks to the floor and you hold him and rock him gently.

You manage to get him back into the bed and he settles against you while you stroke his hair and hum lullabies and gospel songs. He spends most of the day like this in your arms crying on and off. Any time you try to move, he pulls you closer and begs you to stay where you are, so you do. Luckily, the other people in the house seem to know how upset he is, so no one disturbs you. Aside from the maids who know you're there, they probably just think he's in his room alone.

When evening comes, he looks up at you from his place on your chest. It's been about an hour since his last crying spell.

"I think I want to take a shower."

"Okay, that's good."

"I have a headache from crying. I think it'll help."

"I'm sure it will."

"Will you come with me?"

"You want me to sit in the bathroom while you shower?" You're willing to do almost anything for him at this point. It kills you to see him in so much pain.

"I want you to get in the shower with me."

"Elvis, I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Please, y/n. I need you. I just don't want to be alone." His eyes well up again, so you agree quickly.

"Okay. Whatever you need. I'm here." He nods and slowly gets out of bed, pulling you with him. You start the water and he just stands there, so you go to him and help him undress. Once he's naked, you take off your own clothes and then get in the shower together.

The water runs down both of you as he wraps himself around you and cries again, big sobs this time.

"God, why?" He groans into your hair.

"Only He knows." You whisper back, praying that's a decent response. It seems to satisfy him a little because he stands up and nods.

"I'm sorry." He looks down at his feet.

"Elvis, please stop apologizing. I am here for anything. I love you." His eyes snap up to yours and he seems to be searching your face. All the pain and all the grief pause for just a moment as he thinks about what you just said.

"You love me?"

"Of course I do. I should've told you before you left last time." He leans down and presses his lips against yours softly.

"I love you too, y/n. Please don't leave me." You wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest. You can't stay here forever. Or can you?

You feel his body quake as he begins to cry again, so you pull away from him and get a washcloth. Once it's soapy, you gently run it over him, cleansing him in a ritual of service and love. When his body is clean, you get some shampoo and massage it into his hair. He leans back into the water and rinses it out. You notice that he's stopped crying for the moment as he reaches for the shampoo.

"Can I wash your hair?"

"Oh, um, sure, if you want to." He nods and begins to massage shampoo into your hair. Trading places with you under the water, he leans your head back and rinses your hair under the shower head. When you stand back up, he kisses your forehead.

"Thank you. You're a nice distraction." He puts his hand on your neck and runs his thumb over your lips. He seems to notice for the first time that you're naked.

Your body is beautiful and even through his pain he can appreciate it. His hand trails down your chest to your hip.

"We should get out." You realize what's happening and decide it's probably time to put your clothes back on.

"Please, y/n. Let me make love to you."

"Oh, Elvis, I-"

"Please, I just want to feel something." He whispers as he kisses down your neck. He comes back to your mouth and kisses you lovingly, his tongue grazing yours gently. He whispers again.

"Please."

"Okay." You nod. If this is what he needs, you're not going to deny him. And it's not like you don't want it too. He kisses you more deeply and uses both hands to pull your hips into his, pressing his erection into your lower stomach. Bending his knees slightly, he lifts one of your legs and enters you slowly. Once he's fully pushed into you, he groans softly.

The intimacy of this moment, with the water streaming down your body and his connection with you undeniable, washes over him and he loves you completely. When he moves in and out of you, it's not driven by lust, but by a need to feel as close to you as possible. He has wrapped you around him like a much-needed security blanket and every thrust brings you closer together. Everywhere your skin touches is an opportunity for shared pleasure and he needs it so badly.

You whimper softly with the sensation of him pushing inside you so gently. You've never made love like this before and there's a softness to it that fills you with affection for him. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and you pepper him with small kisses on his face.

The weight of your connection is not lost on either of you as you move together. He begins to pump with a little more speed and you know he's approaching the inevitable end. Neither of you wants the moment of closeness to expire, but you know that it must.

When the end does come, he moans softly and tangles his fingers in your hair, kissing you with every ounce of passion in his body. He lowers your leg carefully, pulling out of you gently and pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you. I love you with all of me." Tears come to both of you, mixing with the water that's still running down your bodies.

"I am yours, Elvis." He kisses you again and pulls you close to him, reaching behind you to turn the water off. You open the shower curtain and step out and he wraps both of you in a large towel. You're so wrapped up in each other that you don't even notice it.

It's not until you almost step through it that you see the portal.

"No!" He says it loudly when he realizes what it is. You turn and grab him tightly.

"I don't wanna go."

"Then don't. Stay here with me forever."

"Elvis, you know I can't." You're both crying frantically now.

"You can't leave me here like this without you."

"I don't have a choice!"

"There's always a choice!"

"No. I know what your future is and it isn't me. It can't be me."

"I can't lose you too." His voice is so thick with emotion as you run into his room and dress quickly. He stands and stares at you, tears streaming down his face. You walk to him and hold his face in your hands.

"You're not losing me. You'll never lose me. I will find you again. Or you find me. We've done it twice now. I believe we can do it again."

"If I find you, I'm not leaving."

"Don't say that."

"Goddammit, y/n, why is this happening to us?!"

"I don't know! But I'm so glad it is." You choke on the last part of the sentence and he holds you so tightly it's almost hard to breathe.

"I love you." He kisses the top of your head.

"I love you too, but I have to go." He releases you and kisses your mouth again.

"I will find you. I promise." You nod and walk away from him towards the bathroom, half hoping that the portal has closed.

But it hasn't. The air is still wavy and the buzzing sound fills the small room. He stands in the doorway naked with the towel wrapped around his waist. You give him one last sad smile and walk through.

He sinks to the floor and weeps. How will he survive this without you?

******

You're back in the corner of Graceland where you found the first portal. Your hair is wet and wild and you're crying and a tour guide is shocked to come upon you in such a state. Still, she's found weirder things in the mansion, so she gently escorts you out of the house. When you finally get back to your car, you sit in the driver's seat and cry hysterically. How will you find him again?

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Please come back for Chapter 4!

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toxicanonymity · 2 months

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Hope you don't mind me spamming you a bit. I appreciate your reviews and commentary! Other movies that came to mind which I enjoyed were Ready Or Not, The Invitation, Don't Breathe, Black Christmas, Last Night inSoho (technically this is a horror movie). And because it's popular, what are your thoughts on A Quiet Place?

I don't mind one bit. These are fun questions, especially this one. Buckle up lmaoooo.

Ready or Not - I liked it, and it inspired the wedding dress in one of my darker stories.

The Invitation - Hell yes, love a dark dinner party movie. Won't spoil why.

Don't Breathe - Loved. So depraved. If you haven't seen it I won't spoil, but holy shit lol. Kink alert.

Black Christmas - Yes! Prefer the original by a mile, but enjoyed the Blumhouse take too.

Last Night in Soho - Need to see this, it's on my list.

A Quiet Place - Okay. . .Just my passionate opinion: I fear there is no movie I despise more. My disdain is well-known among friends. I'm about to go off.

Krasinski referring to his film as "elevated horror" put him on my bad side from the start. Really low to put down others to promote himself. Dismissing an entire diverse genre, disrespecting everyone who paved the way.

Krasinski gets (takes) far too much credit for things that have been done and done better, including the climax which mirrors The Descent Part 2, shot-for-shot. Don't Breathe is another example of the have-to-be-quiet premise.

Huge hit among non-horror fans who didn't know better and raved about its originality. Meanwhile gushing, "I'm not even into horror." Soo maybe they hadn't seen much? Especially lesser known movies. The horror tent is big enough for all, but he brought new fans into it while infusing them with his condescending attitude.

Far too many gratuitous close-ups of himself going 🤫. This man's ego, stg.

Some of us detected a strong whiff of right-wing energy. Pro-life in a risk everyone's lives for a fetus way. Pro-gun in a rural, white, get off my land way (btw I'm obsessed with John Wick. it's not the use of guns in this, it's the energy).

He bragged about how his wife was so unaffected by her most intense scene (childbirth) that after it she said, "Who's ready for lunch?" Why is that so good, John? Is your view as a director that actors should snap in and out of character and not be affected by their roles? If she needed to cry or rest, would he think less of her? Personally I admire people who feel. Also, harder to imagine paying a man the same compliment.

I have one nice thing to say, which is that it's nice to see deaf/hard-of-hearing representation, and it was the least they could do good to cast an actress from the community as his daughter.👍

If they committed to total silence instead of using a dramatic score, that would've been cool.

You can do your own take on an old concept and make it good. But to meanwhile put down everything else to distinguish/promote himself?? That ain't it.

Anyway, I still hate-watched the sequel (not nearly as bad) and may do the same with the prequel 🤪.

#horror!ask #toxask #RANT AHEAD #i have QUALMS so many qualms with A Quiet Place #elevated horror #HOT TAKE #hot horror take

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Chapter 8- All For Love( Charles Leclerc)

(Masterlist)

A/N: buckle up this one’s got major drama for Elena and Addie…

Elena’s POV

“Do you know what time Addie is coming back” April asked. “No why what’s up” I said. “I’m moving out” April said. “Is this because of the Daniel thing a couple months ago” I said. “No it’s not that” April said. “Are you pregnant do I have to fight George” I said setting the blanket on the top of the couch.

“No I’m not I promise but” April said. “But what” I said. “We are engaged” she said showing up the ring. “Holy shit that’s a rock” I said she laughed. “It all happened so fast” April said. “Congrats so your moving in with him” I asked. “Yes I am .. so that way eventually we can start a family you know” she said with a smile.

“I’m happy for you” I said. “Have you and Charles discussed the future” she asked sitting on the couch. “A little here and there” I said. “Like marriage” April asked. “Yeah” I said. The door to our apartment then opened and Addie came in with a small box of stuff.

“Addie what’s going on” April asked. “Pato and I broke.. up and now I’m freaking out” Addie said. “Why what’s going on” April added. “Lando.. I CANT deal with him too” Addie said. “What did Lando do” I said. “He told me how he’s in love with me” Addie said.

“Then I go to Pats and he breaks up with me” Addie said pacing around. “Why did he break up with you” April said. “Something about I don’t know if this is going anywhere.. I love you so I’m letting you go” Addie said teary eyed.

“I’m sorry ads” I said. “I’m just gonna hang out in my room” Addie said storming off. “So I guess I’ll tell her about that tomorrow” April said. “Probably a better idea” I said. “Are you heading out” April said. “Yeah I’m gonna go see Charles” I said. “Have fun be super safe” April said.

“I am” I said.

I finally made it to Charles house. I opened the door and he was waiting there for me.

“Hello my love” he said pulling me into a hug. “Hi I missed you” I said kissing him. “I missed you” he said. “So what’s the plan for tonight you me.. the pool.. wine and no clothes” I said.

“Elena” Charles said. “What it’s a private backyard” I said. I then turned to see my father and Max. “Shit” I said. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear the last bits” Max said.

“What is he doing here” I said. “Chéri he wanted to talk to you” Charles said. “But I don’t want to talk to him ever” I said. “Elena come on” Joss said. “No Joss you ignored me my whole life practically” I said.

“But your still my daughter” Joss said. “You only care about me now because I’m the Verstappen who’s winning races” I said. “I’m making a name for myself and nobody is talking about you” I said. “Elena don’t be like that” Joss said.

“Be like what hmm.. Joss want to say something or treat me how you’ve treated Max” I said. “Your a shit father and you were a shit husband to my mother” I said. “Elena..” Charles said looking at me. “No Charles he deserves to know how much I despise him” I said.

“All you only care about is you and your name not me or Max” I said. “And if he’s not gonna stand up to you I will” I said. “Your just like your mother Joy Elena” Joss said getting up. “Good I’m glad I’m like her I’d never want to be anything like you” I said. “Please.. eventually you’ll be alone just like her” Joss said.

“Dad enough” Max said. “You really think that he wants a life with you Elena” Joss said looking at Charles. “You don’t know anything about him” I said. “He’s the prince of Monaco Elena why would he every settle down” Joss said.

I teared up.

“Get out of my house” Charles said. “You were better off with Ricciardo at least he wanted to marry you” Joss said. “Let’s go Dad come on you’ve done enough” Max said shoving him out the door.

Joss and Max then left. Charles shut the door locking it. I sat down on the couch for a minute. It was silent between the two of us.

“El” Charles said putting a hand on my shoulder. “Just let me be” I said. “But you don’t have to be alone ever” Charles said sitting beside me. “Maybe he’s right” I said. “Stop saying things like that” Charles said. “Charles would you ever” I said he kissed me.

“Don’t let him get in your head.. Elena I want everything with you” Charles said. “Char” I said softly. “Daniel may have been your first love.. but I’m going to be your last I promise you that” he said I smiled.

“You swear” I said. “I promise” Charles said. “So you’d marry me” I said. “Hmmm I’d marry you right now wanna go to Vegas” he said I laughed. “Hmmm ask me again in a couple months” I said. “I was kidding about Vegas” Charles said.

“Oh I wasn’t kidding” I said. “So about those plans you had I’m down” Charles said. “I’ll get that wine” I said. “Then I’ll meet you outside my love” Charles said. “Or we just skip the wine” I said.

The next day

“So did I tell you April and George are moving in together” I said as my head was laying on Charles chest. He ran his fingers through my hair. “What are they having a baby” Charles said.

“No he proposed to her” I said. “Oh so she’s not I thought” Charles said. “Me too why” I said. “I don’t know I feel like they’d be the first to have a kid” Charles said. “Not us” I said.

“You trying to confess something love” Charles said. “I’m not pregnant I promise I’m just thinking” I said. “What about” Charles said. “What our kid would be like” I said. “I think a perfect mix of us” Charles said. “I already have a name picked” I said.

“Of course you do” Charles said. “You don’t think about it” I said. “I mean yeah we are getting older and I’d love a family one day love” Charles said. “With me” I asked. “Yes with you I made a promise” Charles said.

“Who’d you make a promise too” I asked. “A very wise woman love” he said kissing my head. I smiled wondering who he was talking about.

Then it hit me. That day at the hospital with my Mom. She pulled Charles aside after I left the room. He never told me what she said. Was she the woman he made the promise to.

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Predators and Prey

Dabi x Fem Reader

WC: 1475 Warnings: Oral (M rec), unprotected sex

Summary: After always being the one controlled you want one chance to take control. Dabi doesn't simply give up leaving you to fight for what you want. Unfortunately for you some people are just meant to be prey.

“It’s not fair.” You grumble standing up from the dirty bathroom floor, wiping at the corner of your mouth.

“Life’s not fair, doll. Why are fucking complaining anyway you love my cock?” Grins Dabi as he buckles his belt.

“Yeah, but I wanna be in charge sometimes. You never even give me a chance to take the lead.”

“You want a chance?”

“Yes.” You say confidently.

“Fine. I’m done with this place anyway, so let’s play a little game.” A rather unsettling grin takes over his face. “If you can make it back to apartment without getting caught you can be in charge”

“Eas-mphm” Your words are interrupted by his thumb being roughly shoved into your mouth.

“Not done. If I catch you then I get to do whatever I want to you, which means you better run fast or that ass is mine. No cabs and shit, you gotta make it on your own.” He quickly pulls his thumb from your mouth and gives you no time to think as he gestures to the door. “You get a minute head start. Go.”

Giving him one last glance you quickly exit the bathroom making your way out of the building as fast as possible. The second you walk through the doorway you break into a sprint down the alleyway closest to you. Dabi may seem rather lazy and unamused but something about the way he smiled at you was rather nerve racking, almost as if he was a predator ready to go for the kill.

You’re faster than he is, so a minute head start should allow for you to get a decent lead. You could take the main roads, but sidewalks can be packed on a Saturday night. You’d risk having to bob and weave through people, which would easily double your time. So dark alleyways it is. Biting your lip you take off in the direction the two of you came. While it’s not the quickest way it’s a start.

You make it halfway to the apartment before you have to slow your pace to try and catch your breath. Taking in as much as possible you start moving again, this time a little slower. You can do it, you can make it there before him. Moving quietly through the dark alleyways only to pause when you hear whistling somewhere behind you. You instantly take off running, heart pounding as you realize you know that whistle. The need to win takes over you as you move.

Not far behind you, Dabi moves easily through the dark, completely unbothered by the fact that you’re ahead of him currently. He knows that he can beat you instantly if he wants too. He can’t lie, the thought of you winning is intriguing, but he has some plans for tonight, maybe you can win another night.

You can see it, you’re almost there. The back door to the old apartment building you live in is in sight, you just have to get into the building and you win. Picking up your pace, you reach out, the door handle almost in your grasp. Before your fingers can wrap around it, an arm wraps around your waist and yanks you back.

“So close, but it looks like I won.” Dabi whispers against the shell of your ear. His hands slide up your body, one slowly making its way around your neck, squeezing softly. “Guess I still get to be in charge.”

“B-but how? I’m faster than you?”

“Well, doll, maybe you just didn’t want it enough.”

Before you get a chance to reply, you’re being thrown over his shoulder. With a hand gripping your ass, Dabi rips the door open and makes his way up to your apartment. Kicking the front door closed behind him, he makes his way into your bedroom and tosses you down on the bed. The grin that spreads across his face sends a chill down your spine. It would be a lie to say you weren’t at least a little excited and curious about what he has planned for you.

Leaning back against the door, Dabi crosses his arms and scans over you with narrowed eyes. “Strip for me. Now.”

Giving a short nod, you quickly stand and let your clothing fall into a small pile at the foot of the bed. Beckoning you closer with a single finger, he scans over your now naked form before running a finger between your breasts. He makes a quiet, satisfied noise as he watches you drop to your knees in front of him. You don’t make him say it, you already know what he wants right now. Biting into your lip, you slowly undo his belt before working the zipper on his pants down. His fingers slowly work their way through your hair as you slowly work his pants and boxer down.

His hard cock eagerly bounces free just inches in front of your face. Dabi nudges your head slightly as a silent command to which you lean in and suck the tip into your mouth. Sucking on the tip you look up at him with eyes filled with nothing but lust. His eyes are heavily hooded as they scan over your face, the bright blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils.

“That’s my girl. Look how good you are. You wanted to be in charge so bad, but you have no problem swallowing my cock.” He hums.

Looking up at him, all you can do is moan as you slowly work your way down his shaft. His piercings press into your tongue as you swallow around him. His fingertips dig into the back of your head, a low ragged moan passing through his lips as the tip of his cock presses snugly to the back of your throat. The trimmed hairs at his base tickle your nose every time you swallow him down.

Dabi presses his index finger to your forehead to push you off of him. “Get on the bed.”

It’s a short gruff command that sends a tingle of excitement throughout your body. You let out a short breath and quickly scramble up onto the bed. From his spot against the bedroom door Dabi watches you, eyes clearly catching the way you shift with nervous excitement. Rolling his neck he moves toward you slowly, dropping his clothes as he goes. Finally, he stands in front of you, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other holds your chin.

“You’re dripping for me aren’t you?” He questions with a grin.

“Yes. Want you so bad, daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

Dabi grins at you and pushes you back, so you lay spread out for him. He crawls over you, hands groping greedily with every movement. You can’t the nervous excitement that courses through every inch of your body as he settles himself between your legs. Warm hands slide along the soft curves of your body, finally settling on your thighs. His fingers dig into your soft skin as he pushes your legs up towards your chest.

Not saying a single word, Dabi lines himself up with your soaked entrance and pushes in. You choke on a moan as he bottoms out. He doesn’t bother with prep, he knows you can take whatever he gives you with no problem at all. You love the way he stretches you out, love the way his hands squeeze your thighs dangerously as he thrusts into you. Your mouth falls open, a flood of gibberish and curses falling from it with every thrust.

The loud slap of skin mixes with the squelch of your cunt, punctuating every one of his thrusts. Dabi leans down and meets you in a deep kiss that helps swallow some of your moans. The piercings along his cock drag along your sensitive walls with every thrust, bringing you closer to your end with every movement. One hand makes its way from your thigh up to your neck, squeezing slightly. The sudden pressure pushes you over the edge. Pleasure courses through your body as your walls convulse around him. Dabi lets out a deep moan as he feels you squirt around him. His hips piston into you as he works you through your end and searches for his own. Finally, he slams into you, settling as deep as possible and cums.

A soft, content moan passes through your lips as you melt under him. Tension leaves his body as he relaxes against you and catches his breath.

“Still want to be in charge?” He questions.

“Right now? No. Another day? Yes.” You tease.

“Gonna have to beat me to win, until then flip over I’m not done with you.” He pulls out and looks down at you, letting you know this will be a long night.

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