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slut4thebroken · 5 months

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Practice Makes Perfect

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Pairing | stepdad!Jackson Rippner x reader

Summary | You go to your stepdad for help… with very pure intentions… obviously. (Heheh)

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, innocence kink, corruption, large age gap, but not under age, hand jobs, oral both m and f receiving, spanking, daddy kink technically, also incest I guess?, groping, thigh riding, praise, a sprinkle of degradation and humiliation.

Words | 7.5 k

Notes | I hope it was worth the wait folks. Also ionno how I feel about this gif but whatever lol

Ao3 link | <3

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You liked making men crave what they could never have, that’s why you dress the way you do. But it seemed like the one man you actually wanted to crave you, never did. Much to your disappointment.

But you liked doing it in a subtle way, where at first glance, it wouldn’t seem like your goal was to get his attention. You’d wear loose, frilly skirts, always on the shorter side, but not short enough to be too obvious, and tight crop tops that were somewhat see-through. You also liked wearing pretty dresses and knee high socks and dainty jewelry and soft makeup. All of which at first glance would just seem like a cute, unintentionally sexy— yet still in an innocent way somehow— outfit.

Nothing you ever did caught his eye though. Sometimes you’d forego the bra all together so that your nipples were just barely poking through the thin fabric of your top, but you still didn't get a reaction. So you decided to step it up.

“Mr. Rippner?” You asked quietly, making him look up from the computer screen as you hesitantly walked in.

“How many times have I told you to call me Jackson.” He said teasingly.

“Sorry…” You couldn’t help the blush that painted your cheeks when he gave you a soft smile.

“What's up?”

“I can come back later if you’re busy…”

“Never too busy for you. Come sit.” He clicked a few buttons on the computer then gave you his full attention. You dragged one of the arm chairs a little closer to his desk, then sat down.

“I just… had a question— questions. But I’m scared to ask my mom.” You said quietly, nervously playing with the fabric of your skirt.

“Scared?”

“I don’t want her to see me any differently… and I’m scared that asking this might do that.”

“You can talk to me.” His tone was so genuine that it made you want to tell him anything and everything about yourself, even your deepest secrets. His warm smile wasn’t helping much either.

“Thank you… So, um— there’s this guy that I like..” He just barely stiffened when you said that. “He’s older,”

“How much older?”

“A little more than twenty years…”

“He’s in his forties?”

“Early fourties, yes.” You said quietly, not able to maintain eye contact any longer. You couldn’t figure out what emotion was on his face right now. “But I really really like him, Mr. Rippner, and he treats me right.”

“Any man going after you who’s that old will not treat you right.”

“Oh…” You kept your eyes on your lap as your chest ached. Even though this wasn’t a direct rejection it still hurt. “Sorry.”

“Hey— no, I'm sorry.” His tone was noticeably softer. “I just worry about you, kiddo.” Your whole face heated up at the name, as it always does. “I'm sorry. If you still want to talk, I'm here for you.”

“Thanks…” When he didn’t say anything, you took that as your cue to continue. “I- I’ve been having.. bad thoughts about him, Mr. Rippner. And I know that it’s wrong, but I just can’t help it. I don’t even really know what he’s making me feel, just that it makes me feel dirty…” His cheek tensed as he clenched his jaw.

“Inappropriate thoughts, you mean?” He clarified and you nodded in response. “I see. And before I respond, what exactly is it that you’re asking me?”

“I- I want to impress him… but I’ve never done.. anything. I’m scared I’ll make a fool of myself, so I was hoping… you could help me?”

“Help you?” He choked out. You nodded and bit your lip. “Let me just make sure I’m hearing this right. You want to fuck a man twice your age,” you blushed at his crude words, “but you’re nervous about it… so you’re asking your step father, who’s also twice your age, to help you practice so you feel more confident?”

“I’m sorry, this was stupid.” You muttered as you got to your feet.

“Sit down.” His voice was technically still soft, but you could hear the underlying sternness in his tone, so you lowered yourself back down in the chair. “Why me?”

“I just… I trust you a lot, Mr. Rippner— more than most. I know you’d never do anything to take advantage of me.” You said, even though you hoped he would.

“And what about your mom?” That made you frown.

“I didn’t mean it in a cheating way. Just for you to show me what to do— to teach me. That’s not cheating.”

“Sweetheart…” He started, making your frown deepen. “You understand why this would be wrong other than that, right?”

“…No.” You did.

“Not even talking about the fact that I'm twice your age— I’m your step father. This is not something that step fathers teach their step daughters.” He explained gently.

“Oh.. I guess you don’t have to, then. I can just… ask him to teach me or something.”

“Absolutely not.” He said sternly, startling you. “Telling him that will practically give him the green light to manipulate and coerce you.”

“He wouldn’t do that.” You frowned.

“Yes he would. Every man would.”

“Clearly not every man.” You muttered.

“Look,” he sighed, “I do want to help you, kiddo, but it’s more complicated than that.”

“It doesn’t have to be..”

“But it is.”

“Are you not attracted to me?” You asked suddenly. “Is that why?” He sighed again and looked away from you, making your stomach churn. “Oh.” You felt like you were about to cry any minute now— this is not going how it was supposed to at all. You felt stupid and embarrassed and you wished you never came in here.

“I…” he sighed, “It's not that. I shouldn’t be attracted to you, honey. It’s wrong.”

“…But you are?” He said ‘shouldn’t’ so maybe that’s a good sign.

“It’s doesn’t matter if I am,”

“I’m attracted to you, Mr. Rippner.” You said quietly, waiting nervously for his reaction. “It doesn’t feel wrong.” He let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes as his head tilted back a little. You watched him carefully, trying to figure out what he was thinking. When he suddenly leaned back up and opened his eyes, they were significantly darker, the pretty, pale blue almost gone now. “Mr. Rippner?” You asked when he didn’t say anything.

“I’m not going to show you, but I’ll tell you. How does that sound?” You frowned and looked away.

“Okay… If you think that’s best, I trust you.” You said, silently praying for him to do more than talk to you.

“Let’s just start off with you telling me what you do know.”

“Um… Well, I’ve seen people kiss.. and I’ve tried to practice, but it feels awkward and I don’t want it to be weird when it happens.”

“You never kissed anyone?” His eyebrows were raised as he stared at you in poorly concealed surprise.

“…No.” You said, voice small.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, “okay. What else?”

“I mean… I think I mostly know how the rest of it goes? The part where.. I don’t really do much. It’s the other parts that I don’t know.”

“You mean foreplay?” You nodded with a blush. “And you know how to practice safe sex, right?”

“A condom?”

“That’s the most common way, yes.” He leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy breath. “Okay. I think I can help you out with some of it, but the rest you might just need to practice on your own.

“But I have!” Your blush deepened when you realized what you just implied.

“You have?”

“I- I mean.. I just— It…” Nothing you could say would save you.

“Dirty girl… Do you have a toy hidden somewhere?” He said teasingly and you didn’t know how to respond, not when the real answer is so much more embarrassing and perverted.

“Something like that..” He examined you carefully, making you feel like he was uncovering every secret you've ever had.

“Oh I see.” He chuckled. “Creative little minx, aren’t you? What’d you use?” You looked down and bit your lip, feeling far too embarrassed right now. “Hairbrush handle? Cucumber?”

“Stop teasing me, Mr. Rippner.” You pouted and he gave you a small smile.

“I’ll stop teasing once you stop calling me that.” When your gaze stayed on your lap, he continued. “Where'd you use it? Your mouth or your cunt?” Your head snapped up with a gasp at his vulgar language.

“Mr. Rippner!” You scolded him, but your cheeks were far too red to uphold the sternness of your reprimand.

“It’s just a simple question, kiddo. You’re going to have to get used to those words if you want my help. I can’t really explain it without saying it.”

“I- I know. It just caught me off guard is all and um… mouth.” You muttered, not able to maintain eye contact. “But I couldn't do it, it was too hard.”

“What’d you try to do, sweetheart?”

“I dunno… just— anything that I thought might be right. I didn’t really know what to do.” You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Need someone to teach me…”

“You know that I can’t.” He said softly.

“But how else am I supposed to learn? Why can’t you just help me?” You pouted, making him sigh.

“I am helping you.”

“But….” You were going to beg again, but so far that’s gotten you nowhere, so you decided to try something else. “Fine— I’ll just find someone else!” You said, standing up and turning around to walk out.

“Sit down. I won’t tell you again.” He said sternly, making you freeze, but not turn around yet.

“Mr. Rippner…” You finally turned back to face him, but you couldn’t look at him, “I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day,”

“You really don’t want me to tell you again.” He warned and for the first time, you felt a little afraid of him. It was flustered fear, but fear nonetheless. You slowly walked back over and sat down again.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to help you, but you’re not going to tell anyone. Especially your mother. Do you understand?” You couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on your face as you nodded.

“Come here.” You got back up and walked around the desk, waiting awkwardly for the next instruction. “On your knees.” Your stomach fluttered and you could feel the ache between your legs that you usually get when you’re near him. Slowly lowering yourself to the ground, you placed your hands on your lap and looked up at him as he rolled his chair back and faced you.

“Do whatever you think is right. I’ll stop you or tell you what to do if you need help.” Even though that made you nervous because there was a higher chance you’d embarrass yourself, you agreed.

Shuffling forward, you settled between his legs and reached for his belt. The bulge in his pants was already making your mouth water and you pressed your thighs together without thinking. His breath hitched when you accidentally brushed his crotch, but he let you continue until his pants were open enough for you to pull them down a little and reach inside to take out his length.

You gasped at the size of him and stared at it with wide eyes and slightly parted lips— how is this ever going to fit.. anywhere inside you when it barely fits in your hand? He brushed your hair out of your face and you swallowed thickly as you forced your eyes away from his length to look up at him.

“Y-you’re… Are they all this big?” You asked nervously, making him chuckle quietly.

“Not all, but I’m only a little above average.”

“Oh.” So the average is only a little smaller? That didn’t ease your nerves at all.

“Just take it slow, kiddo. Don’t rush into it, go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.” You were struggling to get yourself to follow the soft demand because of how badly you wanted to impress him. “Start with your hand.” You nodded and swallowed down the lump in your throat as you reached for his length. Tentatively grasping it in your hand, you stroked him slowly, looking up at him for confirmation. “A little harder, love.” You squeezed harder, but immediately pulled back when he winced.

“I’m sorry,”

“That’s okay. Here,” he took your hand in his and wrapped it around his cock, moving it slowly. “Like this, okay?” When you nodded, he let go for you to continue on your own. You noticed that his limited reactions seemed to mostly happen when you were at the tip, so you focused on that, rubbing your thumb over the bead of clear liquid on top, making him curse under his breath.

“You know what that is?” He asked, almost breathlessly.

“…Precum?” You were terrified of embarrassing yourself by saying the wrong thing, but you vaguely remembered learning that somewhere.

“That’s right.. good girl. Have a taste.” With a blush from the praise, you tentatively brought your hand up and sucked your thumb into your mouth. “Do you like it?”

“I think so. It’s… watery but a little sweet almost?” He laughed quietly and you gave him a small smile.

“Keep going.” You started stroking him again, keeping the pace a little slow as you got used to it. “Do you want to try using your mouth now?” You looked up at him nervously, but nodded anyway. “Okay, just suck on the tip while you keep stroking it.” You shuffled forward even closer and placed your free hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you leaned up a little. When you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, he let out a shaky breath and put his hand on top of yours on his thigh.

“Suck it and flick your tongue over it,” you obeyed and he let out a low moan, “there you go… Keep using your hand.” You hadn’t even realized you stopped stroking him until he mentioned it.

“Atta girl. You’re a natural, kiddo.” You couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out at the praise, even if he was just teasing you. You continued stroking his length while mouthing at the tip, not sure what to do next. Thankfully he seemed ready to help you with that.

“You want to draw it out a little so how about you practice kissing, hm?” You perked up at the thought of finally being able to kiss him, but almost pouted when you realized he didn’t mean on his lips. You gave the tip and quick kiss, then looked up at him, asking a silent question of what to do. “Kiss all over it, sweetheart.” You obeyed, working your way down the underside of his cock. “Good girl. Keep going down.” You were quickly reaching the base and you looked up at him in confusion.

“You didn’t think you were just going to suck my cock, did you?” He chuckled, making you frown. You did think that… What else would you suck? “Start with kissing and licking my balls.” That made you pull back as your eyes widened.

“Your— But… Is that,”

“You’re not going to impress any man with a mediocre blow job. I’m trying to help you, baby.” You didn’t know that was a thing you had to do… and for some reason it felt dirtier than everything you’ve done so far. He picked up on your apprehension and his teasing smirk dropped into a more serious expression.

“Hey, we don’t have to.” He said softly, genuinely. “The second you change your mind, we’re done, no questions asked. I can make you some hot chocolate and put on that movie you like and we don’t have to mention this ever again.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat as your gaze shifted between his eyes and his cock. “Can we still do all of that after we do this?” You asked timidly, making the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile as he reached out to pet your hair.

“Of course we can, kiddo. I’m pretty much done with work for the day so I’m all yours until it’s your bedtime.” You flushed at the mention of the silly rule he was so adamant about implementing. You told him that you’re an adult and adults don’t have bedtimes and he said that he just wants what’s best for you and that getting a good night's sleep is one of the best things you could do to take care of yourself. You didn’t protest again after that— mostly just because you liked the idea of him having that power over you.

“Since it’s Friday… could we maybe.. extend my bedtime?” You asked coyly, staring up at him with wide pleading eyes. He raised his brows as he looked down at you for a moment before letting out a breathy laugh and looking away.

“You’re getting too spoiled. I might as well start calling you princess.” He said with a sly smile, making you blush.

“If I’m your princess, does that make you my daddy?” You asked innocently, making his breath catch in his throat, but he recovered quickly and decided to tease you a little.

“Now where did you learn something like that?” Your blush intensified and you couldn’t maintain eye contact any longer.

“Heard some classmates talking about it…”

“Aren’t you a nosy little thing? But no kiddo, that doesn’t make me your daddy. I’m still just plain old stepdad Jackson.” He said with a small shrug.

“But… if I want you to be?” You asked nervously. He let out a heavy breath that turned into a quiet chuckle.

“If you want me to be… Then, we'll do a trial run tonight, how does that sound?”

“Good. Thank you, daddy.” You decided to try it out immediately and it was strange how natural the word fell from your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cock twitch.

“Okay, princess. You do a good job and I’ll reward you by pushing your bedtime back an hour.” That made your face light up, but you were feeling bold right now.

“…Two?”

“Thirty minutes?” He asked, in the same tone as you, making you pout and accept his original offer of one hour. “Pick up where you left off.” He spread his legs to give you more room to shuffle forward and lean your face close to his length, but instead of aiming for his cock, you went lower. You did as he instructed, kissing and licking them gently. It felt dirty and wrong doing this, but somehow, at the same time, like the most fulfilling thing you've ever done.

“Now suck one into your mouth.” The second your lips wrapped around one, he cursed under his breath and let out a sigh of pleasure, but it quickly turned into a wince, making you pull back instantly. “Gotta be gentler, honey.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You rushed out, face flushing with shame, and he shushed you.

“It’s okay. Just do it a little softer.” You hesitantly leaned forward to try once again, now much more apprehensive this time. “There you go…” He cooed, “Few more seconds, then do the same to the other one. Don’t forget to use your hand on my cock while you do this.” You blushed at the crude words but wrapped a hand around his length again to start pumping slowly before releasing him with a loud pop and moving to the other one. His sounds gave you confidence and you flicked your tongue as you sucked, then pulled back to keep licking and kissing while you stroked him. It was hard to multitask though with how overwhelmed you were getting from his scent and his hand holding yours on his thigh and just his closeness.

You tried not to get too embarrassed when your spit kept building up until it was covering your lips and chin, making you feel even dirtier. But you realized that you like how it feels. You like feeling filthy as you make him feel good.

You kept mouthing at his balls, occasionally sucking on them, and he placed his free hand on your head, stroking your hair.

“Fuck… Look at you— Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He asked teasingly, not giving you a chance to reply before speaking again. “There’s no way this mouth belongs to my innocent little girl.” You blushed, feeling shy at the compliment.

“Daddy…” You whined against him, never stopping the movement of your hand or mouth.

“It’s okay, kiddo. You just keep sucking on my balls and stroking my cock. Don’t need to do anything else.” You whimpered and squirmed at his feet, quickly growing uncomfortable with the weird feeling between your legs.

“Daddy, it hurts.” You didn’t want to disobey him by stopping right after he told you to keep going, so you barely pulled back enough to get the words out.

“What hurts?” You whined quietly and pressed your thighs together. His gaze traveled down your body curiously. “Your cunt?” You mewled and blushed at the vulgar word, but nodded in agreement.

“You’re a proper whore, aren’t you?” He chuckled, making you frown and pull back.

“No…”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, baby. If sucking balls is what gets you off, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Stop making fun of me.” You pouted, making him smile. “And ‘m not a whore.”

“Of course you’re not a whore, princess. You’re my whore.” Your entire face heated up and the ache between your legs got infinitely worse. “Isn’t that right?” You whined quietly and he chuckled.

“Y-yes…” You whispered. “Yours.”

“My what?” Your expression turned into a pout and you averted your gaze. “Hm?”

“Your— your whore.” You choked out as tears welled in your eyes from the humiliation of it all.

“Good girl. Keep going.”

“But,” He gave you a warning look so you ignored the fire in your belly and leaned back in. Your hand picked up again as you tried new things with your mouth on his balls, making sure to repeat the ones that drew any sounds from him. There was even more saliva now and you could feel some of it dripping down your neck to your chest.

“Go a little lower now.”

“W-what?” You choked out, trying to pull back, but he used the hand on your head to hold you there. “Relax, kiddo. Just a little bit.” He explained, but you were still apprehensive. He pushed you down until your chin hit the chair then pulled you closer, burying your nose into his balls and holding you there.

“Lick.” He demanded, but you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be licking. Since you weren’t able to question him, you just stuck your tongue out and moved it as best you could with how close he was holding you to his body. “There you fucking go.” He groaned, bucking his hips against your face.

“So fuckin’ filthy.” He said through a breath. Despite the degrading words he used, his tone was full of admiration and pride. “Covered in your own spit as you lick my taint.” He chuckled, voice a little darker now. “Work your way back up slowly.” He lessened the pressure on your head and you gave one last lick before moving up to his balls, mouthing at them for a few seconds, then kissing up his length until you reached the tip. You pulled back and looked up at him, waiting for the next instruction eagerly.

“…I’m on the fence about teaching you this.” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What is it?”

“It’s not necessary for a good blow job, you can leave a guy plenty satisfied with what I’ve taught you so far, but this just makes it even better.” You wanted to make him feel even better so there wasn’t any doubt in your mind.

“Please teach me?” You asked, even though you still weren’t really sure what he was talking about.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, daddy.” You whined.

“Okay, princess. Hands off.” You let go of his cock and placed your hand on his thigh. “Open.” Your mouth fell open and he adjusted so he was gripping your hair, then slowly lowered you onto him.

“First I want you to show me how far down you can take it.” He kept his grip on your hair, but let you move freely. Slowly forcing yourself down, you looked up at him for a moment before taking a deep breath through your nose and closing your eyes to concentrate. This is what you’re not good at. You kept going down until he brushed the back of your mouth. When you tried to move down even more, you gagged and had to pull off.

“Good girl. Almost halfway.” You all but beamed at the praise. “I’m going to try holding you there. Pinch my thigh if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded and he gave you a small smile. “Take a deep breath.” You inhaled and let your mouth fall open, waiting for him to guide you down onto his cock. He pushed your head slowly until he reached the back of your mouth, then held you still. You were fine for a few seconds as you breathed heavily through your nose and focused on suppressing your gag reflex, but once it started, you couldn’t stop it and you had to pinch his thigh.

“That was good, kiddo. You’re already getting better. Just try to keep your mouth open wider so your teeth aren’t touching it, okay?”

“Okay. Sorry…” You looked away, feeling embarrassed. You didn’t know how you were supposed to open your mouth any wider when your jaw was already starting to ache because of his size.

“Don’t apologize. You’re learning, you’re bound to make a mistake or two.” He said, easing your nerves.

“Can I try again?”

“Whenever you’re ready.” You sank down on his cock voluntarily this time and took deep breaths through your nose as he held you there. You didn’t want to gag, but you could feel it coming anyway. When it happened, you squeezed his thighs to keep yourself from pinching him, wanting to hold out a little longer. He shushed you and used a hand to pet your head while the other held you down as your body instinctively tried to pull up.

“Good girl. See if you can control it.” You squeezed your eyes shut with a strangled whimper and tried to breathe slowly. “That’s it… I'm going to pull you up a little so you can take a breath.” He lifted you only an inch or so up and you heaved in a shaky breath before he pushed you back down. You weren’t expecting him to actually only let you take a single breath, so you gagged again the second he hit the back of your mouth. This time though, you gagged hard enough to make you feel like you could throw up if it happened just one more time so you pinched him and he pulled you off.

A string of saliva connected your lips to his cock and you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath and push down the nausea.

“I’m so proud of you, kiddo. You’re doing amazing.” It didn’t feel like you were doing amazing, but you blushed at the compliment anyway.

“Thank you.” You rasped, giving him a small smile. He cupped your cheek, rubbing the saliva on your lips around a little as he returned the expression.

“Keep this up and I might consider pushing your bedtime back two hours instead.” Your face lit up at that and he laughed under his breath.

“Really?”

“You deserve it.” You smiled and his thumb swiped over your lips again, so you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. “Christ— You’re going to kill me, baby.” He groaned, making you blush. “Do you think you can try something a little harder now?”

“I think so.” You said quietly, after reluctantly pulling away from his thumb to speak.

“I’m going to push you down farther, okay? You’ll probably gag, but I know you can take it.” He pushed your hair out of your face and gave you a reassuring smile. You nodded and moved closer to his length, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to push you down. He did it slowly and stopped once he reached the back of your mouth. Placing both hands on the back of your head, he applied more pressure, but did it quickly. You gagged instantly, but it cut off into a garbled whimper when he breached your throat barrier and pushed you all the way down until your nose was buried in his pelvis and your chin was resting on his balls.

“Fuck— good fucking girl.” He said through a moan. You tried to stay there despite the intense need to gag, but it was quickly becoming too much. “You feel incredible, baby.” You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing him curse under his breath as you choked. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you pinched his thigh and he hesitated for a second before letting you pull off. He stroked your hair as you coughed and tried to catch your breath. You looked up at him through teary eyes and his other hand moved to cup your cheek and brush his thumb over your lips that were slick with even more saliva now.

“How you holding up?” He asked softly and you cleared your throat before responding.

“Good I think..”

“Do you want to stop?” Kind of… but at the same time you wanted more. More of this— more of him.

“No- no… I want to keep going.”

“Don’t just say that because you think it’s what I want to hear,”

“‘m not. Wanna keep going.” You whined.

“Do you want to keep doing this or go back to what you were doing before?” He seemed to like this the most and you wanted to practice so you could get better for him. So even though your throat was already sore, you said yes.

“This.”

“Okay, baby. Whenever you’re ready.” You cleared your throat again and tried to even out your breathing before wrapping your lips around the tip again, waiting for him to push you back down. He moved you slowly until he reached the back of your mouth and you braced yourself for what was about to happen.

Even though you were anticipating it, you still gagged when he applied more pressure, and then choked when he finally entered your throat. You were coughing and sputtering around him, each time forcing more spit out of your mouth, making your face heat up when you felt more of it roll down your neck to your chest.

“That’s it… Good girl.” The moan that escaped you because of his praise sounded more like a garbled, incoherent sound rather than anything else. “Fuck— I’m gonna come, baby.” He groaned, making your stomach flutter.

You wanted nothing more than to pull off so you could breathe and cough, but you wanted to let him finish. So you squeezed his thighs hard enough to make him wince and his hips flinched up, burying his cock even deeper.

“When I pull out, keep your mouth open.” He rushed out and you could only make a strangled sound in return. His hips were rutting up into your mouth now as he kept a tight grip on your head, not letting you move when your body reflexively tried to pull away. He cursed under his breath, then let out a loud groan, and you felt heat in your throat until he pulled out. You coughed, but tried to keep your mouth open as he stroked his cock in front of you, making more come land on your tongue and around your lips. When his sounds quieted and his hand slowed to a stop, he stared down at you as he panted.

“Swallow.” He demanded softly. You reluctantly closed your mouth and swallowed, then he swiped up the come that landed on your face and put it on your tongue for you to swallow as well.

You tried not to let it show in your expression, but you weren’t expecting it to taste like that at all and it caught you off guard. Especially because you were expecting more of the sweet taste that the precum had.

“Everyone tastes like that?” You asked quietly, making him chuckle.

“I wouldn’t really know, sweetheart, but I would assume so.” He wiped your tears and the spit from your chin and your stomach fluttered again at the soft, simple action. “You did such a good job. I’m so proud, kiddo.” Your whole face flushed at the compliment, but you didn’t understand why he said it since it didn’t seem like you improved much.

“Thank you..” You said anyway, making the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile.

“Get up here, princess.” You immediately got giddy at the thought of being so close to him and you eagerly climbed onto the chair and straddled his legs, putting your hands on his shoulders. He rubbed up and down your thighs slowly, teasing you.

“Do you think you’ve learned enough?” You tried not to frown at the thought of this ending so soon.

“No…” You muttered, looking down.

“No? What else can I teach you, baby?” He chuckled. You knew his question was rhetorical, but you answered anyway.

“I- I don’t know how to… touch myself.” You said with a blush and his eyes widened a little.

“You don’t touch yourself?” He asked through a breath, almost completely frozen.

“I’ve tried… I just end up feeling awkward and dumb so I stop. But I need you, daddy, it hurts. Make it go away.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes and a frown. He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment, his grip tightening on your thighs.

“Fuck— fuck, okay. I’ll teach you, but after that, no more.”

“Okay.” You agreed, even though you knew you were going to be begging him to keep going when he decided to stop. He took a deep breath and you waited anxiously for him to do something.

“You have to start slow, build up to it. Women are different from men, they need more than we do to get started.” His hands dragged up your thighs— over your skirt— to your hips, then up your waist, and sadly back down again.

“Don’t wanna start slow.” You whined, squirming in his lap.

“You told me to teach you and that’s what I’m doing, princess.” You huffed and looked away from him with a pout. When he suddenly grabbed your cheeks in one hand, then turned you back to face him and pulled you closer, your breath caught in your throat.

“I don’t want any attitude from you when I’m the one doing you a favor.” He said lowly, but you were distracted by his breath fanning your lips and his grip on your face. “I control how fast or slow we go. Do you understand?” There was that fear again, only this time you subconsciously tried to grind against him.

“Y-yes.” You whispered, staring at him with wide eyes, getting needier and needier. “Please,” You whined, squirming again, but stopping when his hand moved down to your throat.

“What did I just say?” He gritted.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry— But I can’t take this anymore, it’s torture!” You cried. He stared at you with a dark look that made you nervous and you waited anxiously for what was next.

“Fine. Up.”

“Daddy…” You whined, but it cut off then he roughly grabbed your hips and lifted you to your feet. He didn’t even give you a demand before pulling you forward by your hips so that your legs were on either side of one of his. You gasped when he pulled you down and reached for his shoulders to steady yourself. “Grind on my thigh.”

“W-what?” You choked out, eyes widening even more.

“If you want to act like a bitch in heat, that’s how you’ll be treated. Hump my fucking thigh or we’re done for tonight.” He menaced, making your whole face heat up. You’ve never heard such degrading words before, especially not aimed at you, and even though you were probably supposed to be upset that he basically just called you a dog… you started moving your hips anyway.

“You need to learn,” he landed a hard smack on your ass, making you cry out and tighten your grip on his shoulders, “when to fucking listen.” Another spank, this time on your other cheek. “I didn’t have to let you suck my cock, but I did…” When he hit you again, you felt tears brimming in your eyes. “I didn’t have to teach you how to deep throat,” you let out a choked sob when he hit you again, the hardest so far, “but I did.” He growled, spanking you twice in quick succession.

“I’m sorry!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Look at the fucking mess you’re making.” He roughly fisted your hair and forced your head down so you could see the damp spot on his pants where you were grinding. You whined, getting so overwhelmed with the feeling between your legs and his words and his hands and just him.

“Get the fuck up.” He suddenly said, making your heart drop. Was he going to leave you like this? All needy and achy?

“Daddy, ‘m sorry.” You whimpered, staring at him with puppy dogs eyes and a pout. In response, he just lifted you off of him by your hips and stood up. You protested with a whine, but it cut off when he pushed you in front of the desk and roughly forced your chest down on it. You tried lifting yourself up, but he just placed a firm hand between your shoulder blades and forced you back down.

“Stay.” He growled, making you stiffen. He flipped your skirt up and you squirmed with a low whine. “No shorts?” He spanked you again and you quickly scrambled for purchase on the desk. When he roughly groped your ass, you let out a quiet moan and squeezed your thighs together, but he kicked your legs apart, not letting you have any relief.

“Daddy…” You whined, but it cut off into a yelp when he spanked you again. He roughly cupped your sex and you mewled in response as you pushed your hips back.

“Such a needy fucking pussy for a virgin.” He gruffed, making you blush, but it only intensified when he pulled your panties to the side.

“Fuck…” He muttered, then dragged a finger through your slit, spreading your arousal. “Fuck!” You jumped at the sudden increase in volume. Was he mad? He sounded like he was quickly losing his composure and you weren’t exactly sure why or how you could help him.

“Daddy?”

“Shut up.” He hissed, roughly gripping your underwear and pulling until he ripped it off of you. “Just shut the fuck up.”

“Mmph!” He shoved your panties in your mouth before you could even register what was happening. He ignored you and roughly groped your ass again, pulling you apart to spread your holes and cursing under his breath. When wetness and heat replaced the chilly air on your clit, your hips flinched back toward the pleasure as a surprise moan escaped you.

He licked over you slowly, still having a firm grip on your ass to keep you spread open. Moving up to your hole, he licked and sucked, making a loud, vulgar slurping sound that had you whining from embarrassment.

You whimpered, hiding your burning face in your arms. He lapped up your arousal for a while before going back down to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. You choked on a whimper at the sudden, intense pleasure, making him chuckle against you.

Your knees shook and you moved your hands to grip the desk, trying to ground yourself, but it was just so fucking intense. Eventually, your legs got too weak to hold you up and all of your weight was resting on the desk with the hard wood digging into your hip bones painfully.

You whimpered, feeling your stomach tighten with arousal even more, but let out an anguished sob when he suddenly pulled back. Your head was spinning with how fast he lifted you off of the desk and sat you down on his chair, removing the makeshift gag.

He pulled your hips to the edge and dove back in eagerly. Your hands landed in his hair as you rocked your hips against his face, moaning and whining at the new feeling— you could already tell you were getting addicted. Moving down to your hole, he lapped up your arousal and rubbed his thumb over your clit, making your stomach feel even tighter.

“If you let that… that fucking pervert anywhere near you I swear to god you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week.” He growled and you moaned at his words as well as the sudden possessiveness in his tone. “This pussy is mine. Do you understand?” You mewled and tugged his hair, trying to pull his mouth back on you, but he was stronger.

“Y-yes. Yours, daddy.” You whined, tugging harder. “Please!” You cried, when he still wouldn’t give in. “It’s yours, daddy! I’m all yours.” You sobbed out, grinding your hips in hopes of getting the stimulation back.

“Pull your shirt up.” He gruffed, only leaning back down after you obeyed. His mouth took over his thumb again and he reached up to grope your breast as he sucked on your clit in an almost feral manner. “Who’s tits are these?” He mumbled against you, starting to toy with your nipple now.

“Yours.”

“Who’s allowed to see them?” He switched hands, giving your other nipple the same treatment.

“Only you.” You said through a breath, feeling the coil in your stomach get impossibly tighter.

“Who’s allowed to touch them?”

“Only you, daddy. Please!” He didn’t respond, he just worked harder and faster on your clit until you fell over the edge. You sobbed out a moan and pulled on his hair hard enough to make him hiss in pain. But that was overshadowed by the feeling flooding your entire body, making you tremble and writhe as you rutted against his face. You weren’t lying when you said you don’t touch yourself, but now that you know what an orgasm feels like? You might start trying honestly.

Once your body sagged into the chair and your sounds died down, he pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. You were panting, still trying to calm down even though you were practically dizzy with pleasure. You felt warm hands running up and down your thighs, soothing you, and you gave him a dopey smile as your eyes fluttered open to look down at him.

“You’ve got quite the grip on you, kiddo.” He chuckled, making you blush and loosen your hands in his hair.

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly, trying to rub his scalp a little to soothe the ache he must be feeling from you pulling so hard.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded wordlessly. “I… I didn’t mean to get so harsh. I just worry.”

“I know, it’s okay. I won’t go near him.” It felt like you were hit with a wave of exhaustion all of a sudden. Is that what orgasms do? Make you sleepy?

“Good girl. You tired?” When you nodded, he chuckled quietly. “Let’s get you cleaned up really quick. Wait here.” As if you could stand on your wobbly legs. You thought with an internal scoff. He left the room and returned with a damp washcloth a minute later. He started with your face, gently wiping the mascara from under your eyes and the dried spit around your mouth, trailing down your chest. Once that was cleaned up, he went even lower. You jolted when the cloth brushed over your folds.

“I’ll be quick.” He said, trying to soothe you. He wiped the area gently and you couldn’t help the quiet moan that slipped out when he brushed your clit. “None of that.” He reprimanded you softly and with a smile. When he finished, he pulled your top back down and fixed your skirt.

“Do you still want that hot chocolate and movie?” You nodded with a lazy smile and he chuckled before picking you up and carrying you to the living room. He set you down on the couch gently and laid a blanket over you, then kissed the top of your head. As he was walking to the kitchen, your brain was already starting to come up with new ways to get this to happen again. You still have so much to learn, after all.

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plooto · 4 months

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⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 8 — tail play ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. human ! reader , established relationship , interspecies relationship , aged up ! lo’ak , dry humping , lo’ak’s slutty tail , na’vi pet names ( sevin -> pretty ) , handjob , make out , swallowing .

now playing : rudolf the red-nosed reindeer ; jackson 5

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you always found lo’ak pretty. his brother neteyam was definitely handsome, but it was lo’ak who snatched your heart and ran with it. which is why you are both on your bed that is way too small for him, with you seated on his lap. one arm behind his head and the other rubbing soft circles into your hip. you peered down at him, pout on your face,

“ lo’ak, you are na’vi. i study na’vi. can i please- ”

“ absolutely not, sevin. you have avatars. ” he joked, your frown deepened, you shuffled on his lap, tapping his chest repeatedly,

“ please lo’? ” you asked, your voice raising a pitch. he sits up quickly, frame dwarfing your own.

“ how about i give you a kiss instead? ” your eyebrows raised and the pout was replaced with a bright smile as you nodded. his fingers wrapping around your waist pulled you closer as his head dips to mash your lips with his. immediately, a hand cups his cheek, the other resting on his ribs.

other than studying the na’vi, kissing your na’vi boyfriend had to be your favorite pastime. the way his large hands pull you closer, the way he pulls you to grind against his loin made your head spin. your arms felt like jelly, pleasure running a shiver up your spine. your hand rested on his tail, an idea popping into your head.

you pulled away from the kiss, sitting up straighter to press kisses under his jaw as your other hand fell to his shoulder,

“ sevin. ” he warned as your dainty fingers danced across the strings holding his loincloth, but that’s not what you wanted. hand enclosing around the base of his tail, you pulled his flesh between your teeth, sucking hard on the spot that makes him crumble. a deep groan left his lips as his hands tightened around your waist - so this was why he didn’t want you touching his tail. kissing over along his neck, you shifted your hips the best you could on his lap, grinding harder in his lap, his hands soon moving your hips for you.

“ fuck, yn- ” you squeezed his tail tighter, your lips moving from his neck to kiss his swollen lips again. still grinding on his shaft, you slipped your hand between your hips, rubbing at his head. one of lo’ak’s hands cupped the back of your head, kissing you deeper - as if you were his supply of oxygen. his cock twitched, pulsing in your hand, you pulled away slightly to the blush that coated his cheeks. innocent smile gracing your face, you squeezed his tail as your finger swiped over his sensitive head.

lo’ak’s eyes shut as he bit down on his lip, tummy tensing as he spilled in your hand.

“ maybe you can touch my tail more often, sevin. ” he pants, eyes peeling back open to catch you cleaning your hand with your tongue.

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ohraicodoll · 1 year

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Daisies

Joel Miller x fem!reader The Last of Us (Show/Game) 1.3k Words

Summary: Because the women of Jackson have nothing better to do than set their eyes on Joel Miller.

She wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping. No, she was minding her own business, grabbing supplies to help Joel fix the slightly broken window in Ellie’s room. The teenage girl kept complaining that it made her side of the house five degrees colder despite the fact it was warming up to Spring finally.

It wasn’t her fault she was stuck in her ways, used to having to be silent as the dead, walking so quietly people had a habit of not noticing or hearing her. It was a survival skill, but one that didn’t suit settlement life where you were supposed to act normal and friendly and not like a ghost.

“Goddamn, it’s heinous how good the apocalypse looks on that man.”

“Right? The rest of us look like shit meanwhile Joel fucking Miller turned into a fine piece of meat.” Her brow furrowed at the women nearby, hands stilling on the small slivers of wood she’d been grabbing. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the small group as they very obviously stared across the Jackson plaza at the very man in question. Joel was talking to Tommy, heavy brown jacket stretched tight across his back as he stood in his usual Joel-stance. Hands on his hips, thumbs tucked into his belt, knee cocked out. He’d gone only a bit more gray, settlement life helping to destress him a bit though Ellie’s constant pestering may have canceled that out. Raising a teenage girl all over again was proving challenging, no matter the setting. But he was getting rest, getting food, and the strain had slowly seeped out of his face over time. They weren’t wrong. He did look good. He always looked good. She just didn’t like that they had noticed it as well. Joel and her weren’t necessarily a thing. Yes, they’d both helped Ellie to get there and yes, they all lived in the same house and yes, she knew exactly what that mouth could do but it wasn’t like they were dating. They only…existed together. Took care of each other, in more than a few ways. They didn’t exactly go holding hands down Main Street though. So no, while he wasn’t taken, wasn’t hers, there was an almost animalistic urge in her to stake a claim. To mark him and bare her teeth to get them to avert their eyes. Promise that they couldn’t handle him with their soft hands and dainty sensibilities they’d kept in their stranglehold even decades after that stopped mattering. Joel had always likened her to a feral animal and maybe he wasn’t far off. But maybe he liked that kind of thing. Like girls in dresses, smelling of daisies, cooking and cleaning and letting him do the hard work. A man’s job, whatever the fuck that was. They never talked about that. It certainly wasn’t her. Gritting her teeth, she tried to block out their voices and focus on the task. It was dumb. This was dumb. It came from complacency and comfort and having too much time on your hands from not having to survive moment to moment. They should be helping be actually productive and not gawking at Joel Miller, talking about his ass- Their voices lowered and became fervent whispers, causing her to look up again. Joel had finished his conversation with Tommy and was headed directly their way. He wasn’t scowling for once, seemed almost relaxed though that furrow between his brow was almost permanent at this point. It was just…Joel. She ducked her eyes back to the wood pieces and quickly picked out the pieces needed, adding them to her pile next to the small bottle of homemade glue, nails, and rationed tape she’d already gathered. He probably didn’t need it all, but the more she grabbed the more it would seem like she was busy. If he was going to talk to them, it wasn’t her business and she certainly wasn’t going to be caught eavesdropping. While they may not have noticed her, Joel had a sixth sense for when she was around no matter how quiet she was trying to be. A chorus of chirpy, “Good morning, Joel!” went up as he reached the group and her teeth went on edge. She could taste the words like overly sweetened cough syrup. Thick and saccharin. But no reply came, no thick accented greeting, only a grunt of half-acknowledgement and that caused her to look up again. He’d sidestepped them, barely giving them even a glance as if they were in his way and were an obstacle, and was instead heading to her. And if his eyes seemed to brighten, lips seemed to lift up in the barest hint of a smile, she tried not to notice it. “You’re takin’ an awfully long time to pick out a few scraps,” Joel commented as he finally reached her side. Shoving what she had grabbed into the sack on her shoulder, she shrugged, “Wanted to give you time to talk to Tommy. Didn’t want to interrupt.” He smirked as if smelling her bullshit and shook his head, “Wasn’t anything important. He wanted to invite us over for dinner after someone ratted to him and Maria about last night’s dinner catastrophe.” Their multiple cans of different soup mixture. They had only had one of each type and one pot. Mixing it had been to save time, but the taste had been…something. “I think Ellie’s getting tired of our experimenting,” she huffed a small laugh, shuffling the toe of her boot along the dirt, “I guess Maria’s cooking is slightly better than ours.” “Well maybe Ellie can take over dinner duties if she’s gonna snitch,” Joel chuckled, “If she wants home cooked meals so bad, she can figure them out herself. I can barbecue, but that’s about it besides heating up a can.” “Yeah, yeah, so you like to say,” smirking, she began to start walking towards the direction of their house, ignoring the whispers and glances the women were giving the two. She could only imagine what they thought of her, standing at his side. Rough, unkept, throwing on whatever shirt she had grabbed off the floor though at this point she wasn’t sure which were hers and which were his. She definitely didn’t smell like daisies no matter how clean she got. Before she could go down that train of thought though, Joel matched his steps to hers and surprised her. It wasn’t holding hands, wasn’t anything particularly romantic, but as they both passed the group he slipped his hand into her back pocket. The move brought her closer to him, had his arm pressed into her back, but the heat of his hand separated from her skin by only threadbare denim set her on fire. He leaned into her and whispered into her ear, “Next time we go hunting, I’ll show you and wipe that sass right off your face.” His fingers clenched, almost gripping her ass, causing her to bite the inside of her cheek. “Now let’s get home before you rip the throats out of those hens clucking behind us.” She tried not to seem surprised that he’d noticed, had thought she masked her irritation well, but this was Joel. Of course he noticed. “What, you don’t want me to hurt your fan group?” raising a brow at him, she looked up and tried to stay joking, teasing. No, she wasn’t jealous. No, she wasn’t looking for him to voice that this was something beyond mutual satisfaction. But the hand in her pocket was new outside of the confines of the house and it had thrown her for a loop. Joel chuckled, muttering the words fan group and stared at her, eyes darkening and pulling her a little tighter into his side, “Darling, I could care less about them. I don’t need someone who can cook and tell me how good looking I am. In case you haven’t noticed, I prefer someone who I trust to have my back. Who has some teeth.” And that was all that needed to be said. She grinned, showing those very same teeth, and didn’t care if it made her look feral. They walked back to their half-hobbled together house, their kid that wasn’t theirs, and their shit cooking. God help anyone that tried to get in their way.

#tlou #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller #the last of us fanfic #tlou fanfic #raicodoll writes #a small snippet after snickering at people's comments about joel #series: feral

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kjhbsies · 4 months

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Waiting Room

Ellie Williams x fem!reader (wc: 1,156)

Synopsis: Ellie Williams married you, but her heart is occupied with someone else.

Warnings: angst??? arranged marriage trope bc i like to suffer. this is my first time to write a story, please don't mind the incorrect grammars.

pt. II pt. III

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You should be celebrating.

Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you. Of all people, you really thought you would never get the chance to be with her. After all, everyone used to say that Ellie and Dina were good together, and that they were each other’s soulmate. You can’t really disagree about that. You can see how both of them loved each other, and even if they broke up, you can feel that they cared for each other deeply.

So… why did she marry you?

Ellie and Dina broke up one year ago after a huge fight between them happened. Up until now, no one knows about it. Rumors say that Dina wanted to settle down, far away in Jackson, to start a new life with her and JJ. But Ellie couldn’t leave this town, especially her family, and Joel. Apparently, this caused them to break up eventually. Shortly after the breakup, Dina and JJ went and lived in a small town in Illinois. For months, Ellie tried to remain strong, seemingly fine and unfazed about the breakup with Dina. She went on to continue her life as if nothing really happened. For months, Ellie went on to continue the routine of drowning herself with alcohol, going home with a lot of girls, and throwing them away like trash. That was her life. And you just watched it from far away and you tried to avoid her like a plague. You liked her, but you don’t want to be her sex toy.

Until Dina came back.

After a year, Dina and JJ moved in with their old house in Jackson when her older sister, Talia, got sick. Since both of their parents died before, no one is there to take care of her. So she came back, and Ellie’s life became worse.

Her failure of coping healthily about their breakup started to show up when her mood became the worst. Ellie became a ball of rage, bursting into anger even in the smallest little thing.

“You should take a vacation somewhere else. Breathe fresh air, enjoy other things, just don’t…” Joel tightly shut his eyes, “...don’t turn into a fucking monster, Ellie.”

Ellie lifted her brows before chuckling sarcastically. “So that’s what you think about me now, huh?”

“Everyone does. They’re scared of you. Do you want JJ to also be afraid when he sees you?” Joel’s voice started rising.

Ellie looked at him pointedly. “Don’t bring him into this.”

Joel sighed. “I know you were still a mess, Ellie-”

“I’m not.”

“-But you can’t keep living like this.” He says, eyes softening at her. “Forget Dina and marry someone else.”

Ellie’s brows turned into a straight line. “Are you insane? The fuck?” She coughed out a ridiculous laugh.

“You should think about it. Y/N’s family is offering up a fortune if you marry their daughter. You knew her, right? Y/N?”

“Yeah… but-”

“Good. We can arrange a family dinner tonight.”

“Are you for real?”

“It’ll be great. Her dad and I were pretty close and he always brings up that his daughter may have a little crush on you. Apparently, it’s in her grandmother’s will that she will not inherit the money, or have her farms and businesses if she’s single. She needs to be married in order to have those. Her dad offered that you will share a huge amount of money if you married her. Ellie, she’s a pretty young lady. And both of you need each other.”

“Little crush?” Ellie repeated, her ears perking up at those words.

“Think about it, kid. You’ll like her, she’s a great girl.”

And yes, you are.

Ellie thought about it for a week. Sure, she heard some great things with you. You're a prissy prim princess and the daughter of one of the richest families in the town. She’s always seen you hanging around the diner sometimes, wearing your dainty skirts and dresses, with bows clipped in your hair. She’s seen you in different spots of Jackson, immersed in your sketchbook, or oftentimes, you’re painting different portraits and landscapes. Ellie was always fascinated by you, because you and her are… contrasting.

The first time you and your family went into their house for dinner, Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. You noticed it, and it somehow made you uncomfortable. So, the whole night while your parents and her dad were talking about the future wedding, you were just looking at your plate. Sometimes looking up when one of them says something funny, cracking up a small smile or letting out a silent chuckle. But you couldn’t look at Ellie.

Ellie noticed it. The whole night you weren’t even sparing a glance at her and it made her curious as to why you seem to avoid her. Did you know about her history of girls? Did you see her at the diner, drinking her ass off? Why aren’t you looking at her?

When the dinner was done, Joel and your dad stood up and went to the living room to talk further about the said wedding. Your mom politely excused herself as she went to the bathroom to have a quick touch up. And you and Ellie were alone in the dining room.

The one time you looked up at her, Ellie was mesmerized. But of course, she wouldn’t show it, nor would she accept it. You were pretty. Everyone was right. You are pretty like a precious flower; your eyes were soft and gentle as you stared at her. You are a precious gem. And Ellie is a master of destruction.

She couldn’t touch you. She’s afraid that you’ll break. And maybe you might.

“I’m sorry.” You said, kindly, as you looked straight in her eyes.

Ellie’s brows rose. “Why? You didn’t do anything.” She said, voice raspy.

Your heart beat doubled. “You didn’t have to agree to this wedding, you know. My dad proposed this crazy scheme to Mr. Joel and I feel like it’s all my fault.” You sighed.

“I will marry you.” Ellie says, determined. “Just… don’t expect that I’ll love you. We have to agree that you won’t fall in love with me, and I’ll assure you that I won’t bother you. You will get your grandmother’s money and land, and I will share your money. Both of us need the same thing and I don’t want you to think that there’s a single hope that I will love you eventually. Is that okay?” She asked.

You should be celebrating.

Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you.

But her heart is with someone else.

“Okay.” You agreed, while staring at the small picture frame at the corner of the dining room.

It was Ellie and Dina kissing each other.

#ellie williams #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader angst

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bubble-tea-blossom · 1 year

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Strong as an Ox

Joel x f!reader, 2.6k wc,

18+ obvi, size kink galore, ♫ if its not rough it isn’t fun ♫

One of the reasons you’re drawn towards Joel is his stature. He’s big, and broad. Tall with wide shoulders rounded with muscle, and Jackson’s steady and varied food supply has allowed him to regain some of the weight he used to carry before the food shortages began.

You’ve watched him shove debris out of the way that other men couldn’t. You’ve watched him one-punch Runners and men on a number of occasions, and you’ve watched him snap others neck’s which takes way more force than the movies will have you believe.

When a patrol went south last year, and a hunter got the jump on Tommy and knocked him unconscious, the damage that was unleashed was nothing like you’d ever seen before. It was almost mesmerizing, it was almost like Joel killed with grace. It was animal like, in its ferocity, but not uncontrolled. It wasn’t an animal caught in a trap, going wild. No, it was like watching a wolf stalk and hunt.

You didn’t even have a chance that day to help dispatch any of the rest of the hunters, Joel took care of the lot of them. So you made yourself useful by checking on Tommy, and felt your gut untwist from fear at the feel of his steady pulse. Alive, but unconscious and most likely concussed. He’s gonna have one helluva headache when he wakes.

You see it in Joel’s eyes when he runs up to you once the others have been...dealt with. He demands answers with a snap of your name, his usually soft voice, hard and dangerous. The leftover fight lingering in him revealing itself in his tone. Then you watch it drain from his body once you reply, “Alive, just knocked out.” Joel then does his own vital check to confirm yours, before shoving his shotgun in your hands so he can pick up his brother. Tommy isn’t exactly dainty neither, but Joel picked him up with barely a grunt.

Even though the fight is over and everyone’s heart rate is lowering, you can tell Joel’s still pissed. The dregs of whatever came over him are still there, and you wonder if they ever completely leave. You wonder perhaps a little selfishly, since you find that side of Joel Miller almost as attractive as the soft, doting side you’ve grown to know and indulge in as often as you can these days now that you two have your...thing going. Whatever it is.

Anyways, sometimes a girl wants to get thrown around a little. Good thing you happen to be fucking someone who very easily could. Only thing is Joel has only ever touched you with tenderness, and adoration. Gosh, your life is so hard.

And then one day you work up the nerve to voice a certain fantasy you’d been having for awhile, before you and him even started fucking but you aren’t going to mention that.

Your confession is set to the backdrop of the forgotten movie playing behind you, while you grind yourself against his denim clad thigh, thick with tense muscle. You pull your lips from his so you can catch your breath and gather the courage, one hand resting on a wide shoulder, the other fiddling with the open button on his shirt.

You clear your throat, “Joel? Can I ask you something?” You find you’re speaking to his button rather than to him, but he immediately encourages you,

“Anything, sweetheart.” He reassures with a brush of hair behind your ear. The touch so soft it almost tickles.

“I was wondering, if you’re down, can you be...” your words falls off as your nerve wavers, but you’re a big girl that can ask for what she wants so you take a little breath and then blunder through it, “Can you be rough with me?”

Instead of answering, you feel Joel’s finger tip your chin up so you meet his eyes. They’re dark, the pupils blown wide, his hair sticks straight out on the side where you’d been grabbing it. He doesn’t look disgusted or judgmental, maybe you should start believing him when he says you can tell him anything.

“How rough?” Is all he says, his voice lower than normal, a tiny bit hoarse.

Staring into his eyes helps you keep your courage, feeling your brain spark with dopamine just looking at him.

“As rough as you can kinda thing. I want you to use me, and not stop even if I beg.”

You see his brows twitch up in surprise before settling into a slight frown, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says.

“Well what I mean is sometimes I get overwhelmed but in a good way, right? And I want you to keep going, but if it hurts we can have a safe word I’ll say and we stop.”

Joel’s eyes flick from yours as he thinks, and you start preparing yourself to hear him decline your request, which he has every right to, so you prep for looking not disappointed. Then he says, “What would the word be?”

You perk up in his lap and cast a glance around the room, settling on the guitar in the corner.

“What about string.”

You see his brow arch this time, and you say in supply, “And if I forget it, if I say some completely random word, that means stop for real, too.”

Joel thinks for another moment before giving you a quick kiss between the eyes, “Lemme think about it.”

You smile and nod, your smile growing when he kisses you again.

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That was a couple weeks ago, and you’ve had a few other conversations about the subject, which mostly looked like Joel quizzing you about the things you’re interested in. But the last time the subject was broached was an ever increasing amount of days ago, and to save yourself from the embarrassment, you’ve shoved the thought of it to the very back of your mind.

Then one night when you’re over at his place, enjoying each other’s company when the night is interrupted by urgent knocking at the door. You both sit up on the couch and you take your leave up the stairs before Joel opens the door to maintain privacy. Nobody really knows about you and Joel, and for the moment you’d prefer that.

Upstairs, in his room, you wait until he lets you know it’s good to come out, and you don’t have to wait long at all. You hear his footsteps jog up the stairs and then the door is being swung open, and he’s rushing to where he keeps his revolver, speaking quick words about needing to leave real quick, he’ll be back as soon as he can, there’s no need to worry. Then he’s gone.

You wait for hours, the longer the time wears on the more worried you grow despite your effort to squash it. Lucky for you, Joel has a very nice home, and you make yourself acquainted with his bookshelf. The afternoon wears into the evening, into night. You’re on your back along the length of his couch, reading when he finally opens the front door. You spring up and cross the threshold to him while he closes and locks the door behind him.

“Everything ok?” You ask, and your brain runs through all the different disaster scenarios its conjured up with over the last couple of hours.

Joel just nods, closing the gap between you, taking a hold of your shoulders so he can run his hands over you, drawing comfort in your touch. You clasp his arms in turn and lean your head against his chest, and bask in his attention and trust that he’ll speak when he needs to. You see no blood, bruising, and you smell no gunpowder, so things can take their time.

And then one hand of his travels up to cup your chin and gently tip it up so your eyes meet his. Then he speaks low, “Remember your special word?”

Your eyes widen, and you nod confidently, “String.” You feel your heart in your throat with a sudden rush of excitement, and you see a small smile flash across his lips. He keeps his hand on your jaw and slowly slide it down to rest wrapped around your throat. You feel your stomach buzz at the sensation, his thumb stroking up and down the soft skin of your throat. Then you feel your eyes cross briefly when he tightens his hold on you, just hard enough to feel pressure, feel the weight of his strength. It’s claiming hold, and the thought has you wetting your dry lips, you can see his eyes darken at the sign of your arousal.

The next thing you feel is his lips against yours, the two of you falling into a rhythm of short, frantic kisses. His hold travels your body, grasping yours hips to pull you against him, squeezing your ass and grabbing your hair to control your head.

You’ve never felt his touch so controlling before, hard and demanding. And you stand there, trying to keep up with kisses and relinquish control over, feeling a freeing safety net be cast over you. Your trust in Joel was exhilarating, you could give him complete control and not have to worry, you can just be loved on.

So when he says “Arms up” you do so, giddy smile on your face while he rucks up your shirt and bra, tossing them aside. You sigh in relief when he cups your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.

“Feels good, doll?” He practically purrs, and you nod enthusiastically.

Then he brings one of your knees on his hip, and with you off balance he easily brings you down to the ground, keeping you literally caged beneath him, you’ve never felt so surrounded by him before. He hooks his fingers underneath the elastic band of your underwear and rolls them down your legs, your knees coming up automatically to help him. Underwear dropped aside, his big hands clamp down on your shins where you keep your cunt somewhat obstructed. With one move he pulls apart your legs, abruptly exposing you to the air and his eyes. He slots his body between your legs so you’re spread open for him and all you can do is watch.

With one hand, he cups you, slipping his fingers through your lips, teasing around your clit, while the other hand goes to his belt, unbuckling and unzipping his jeans, so he can pull out his swelling cock.

“I can’t wait, sweetheart.” He says, notching his hips against yours, resting his heavy cock on top of your mound. He fucks himself against you, making you jump with every bump of his tip against your clit. You can feel yourself begin to coat his length in your wetness, which you’re thankful for, taking Joel is no small feat. He’s long, easily reaching the end of you, and he’s fucking thick. It feels like your pussy creates a vacuum from how wide he stretches you. He’s always been so careful not to hurt you before, usually licking and sucking your clit before even finger fucking you to open you up wide enough.

You don’t think he’s going to do that tonight, given that he’s notching his cock head with your hole. He takes you by surprise by spitting down on your mound, spreading the added wetness to your entrance.

Then he starts to push in. You can’t help it, you arch away at the sting, your knee drawing across his hips to give you space. You want to take him, you just need a moment to adjust. Joel just keeps pushing forward, readjusting to pin your knees to the side of you, while he continues to sheathe himself inside you completely.

He crowds even closer, his face hovering over yours - nose to nose. Once he’s hilted inside, you both moan simultaneously and you feel his lips swallow your moan of pain and turn it into one of pleasure.

He retracts so he can spit on the pads of his fingers and reach down to soothe where your lips are stretched impossibly wide around his cock. It does help the ache, especially when he circles the bud of your clit directly.

“God, I love this little pussy.” He groans, looking in fascination at the sight of his cock impaled in your cunt. He slowly draws back, before pushing forward, then repeating the motion, all the while massaging around your stuffed hole.

You barely even register the soft little whimpers you’re letting out, they’re all background noises to the sensations Joel is sending through you with every little back and forth of his hips.

You’ve become so wet from his penetration combined with his stroking fingers, you can feel how its coated his cock and balls, your inner wet inner thighs make obnoxious slaps when his hips rock into them. Harder and harder Joel fucks you, so hard all you can do is dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulder you can feel through his shirt.

Little groans and soft whimpers seem to be being pushed out of you with every stroke of his thick cock, you try to keep your composure, you feel self conscious with how loud you’re being already.

Only you can’t, as soon you clench your jaw shut to keep from gasping, tears start pricking your eyes. The pain has been pushed into the background as a not unpleasant ache, its the pleasure that’s overwhelming. The ecstasy of being surrounded the sight, feel, smell of Joel literally lying on top of you while he groans above you and plows your pussy harder than you’ve ever been fucked.

Then Joel grabs your clenched jaw in one hand, digging his fingers in.

“I wanna hear those sweet little noises you make, darling.” He urges, trailing his hand down to rest at the hallow of your throat, stroking his thumb up your neck.

You do as he asks and relax your jaw, which he must have been watching for because he times it with a particularly savage thrust that rips a squeal from your throat. You feel your cheeks warm even further at the sound but Joel sounds pleased, a low chuckle rumbling from him as he continues to pound gasp after whimper from you, and pretty soon you loose any self consciousness.

“You look so pretty like this.” Joel praises, stroking your cheek softly, and you feel your body go pliant, free for him to do with as he pleases.

Joel grins at your fucked-out expression, “You like being fucked like this?”

You nod your head, “Yes, Joel.” Are all the words you can manage.

You can hear him hum his approval. One of his hand drops down to your clit, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum once he touches you. Your walls rhythmically grip around his pistoning cock.

“Good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.” Joel’s husky voice praising you prolongs your orgasm, til every muscle in your body is taut as a bow string. Finally the waves of shudders wracking through your body ebb away. You let out a huge breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and blink your eyes open to look up into Joel’s.

“That feel good?” He asks all innocent like he isn’t still buried balls deep inside you.

“Mmm hm.” You nod, face breaking into a smile as he presses kisses down your neck, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin.

You squeak in surprise when he wraps his arms more firmly around you and effortlessly hoists you into the air.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

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Hang on to Your Love

Feelings kept secret can’t stay a secret forever when other people get in the way. Fem!reader Jealous!Ellie Jackson!Ellie hint of loser!ellie purefluff CW!creep ass man makes a short appearance 5k W.C AN; Originally this was going to be a short cute story but I really wanted to give with this one, because I LOVE fall. Really sorry for being gone so long, I got a bad haircut and I swear some negative energy was clinging onto me, so it made me insane for a bit. I move on so I’m better and thriving again now though💕

Autumn was in its early days still beginning to settle into Jackson, the cooler evenings accompanied by the refreshing winds that brushed over your skin. The perfect season for a dance to be sprung onto. Flyers hung around town, you’d seen it was set outside at 7:00 a little while after the sun set four days from now. It wasn’t necessary for you to arrive with a partner for the dance, but if given the chance you already knew the perfect candidate to fill the position in mind.

Initially you wouldn’t take her to come around to these sort of events. Come to change, a few days earlier you’d coincidentally happen to over hear Ellie’s conversation with Jesse and Dina outside the Tipsy Bison. Heavy reminiscence on her last comment about the Autumn dance,

“Just because she’d be there, it won’t change anything, not interested in going. Most we’ve talked is a few passing ‘hey’s’.”

It was disheartening to hear her talk about some girl you didn’t know,

Small pieces of her life that you were able to get a glimpse of, made being around her all the less intimidating. How enamored the high skies of space Ellie was, the type of video games she’d bring back, or even the clothes she dressed in. There wasn’t much to go off of when you’ve hurt to have a complete conversation with Ellie.

Regardless Ellie was right even if it wasn’t about you, most spoken words between you weren’t much nor meaningful. If it was anyone besides Ellie you wouldn’t be mulling over so long if you should bite the bullet and ask her out. To you she was everything you’d wished for, having feelings this intense was nauseatingly tiresome. With each day that flew away sleeping on the idea of taking action to get to know Ellie, felt like opportunity slipping away just as time is. You couldn’t expect her to stay single for long, she’s dated previously what’s stopping her now?

”You and Ellie are partners this time round, good with that?”

Maria thought it’d be good to group you with a girl that knew what she was doing while doing it exceptionally well. Expect you’d hate to be such a crutch to Ellie because of the delayed training you missed out on, of sheer fear that stemmed from being sheltered too long.

”yeah, no problem.”

There wasn’t anything to have a problem with if you’d just excuse your need for Ellie. Up to this point she didn’t completely disregard your existence, small occurrences like holding out the door open made you believe she’d think of you in the slightest, enough to be polite to.

The thought of spending time with Ellie alone even with the circumstances outside of Jackson’s security was exciting to look forward to. Preselecting topics and materials to make small talk with, patrol isn’t an ideal time to get to know someone better but you’ll take what you can get in these circumstances.

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Brightly in a red marker ink circle enclosed the date of the patrol date with Ellie on the calendar pinned above your nightstand, marked day being today. Dressing up particularly cute wouldn’t do good in terms of practicality, but you had other reasons for dressing so. You weren’t naive of the terrors waiting, lurking, outside of Jackson’s walls just as anyone else was. Your choice of outfit for today were bootcut jeans with ribbons shaped into dainty bows tied to the belt loops. A ribbed long sleeved top in a solid color of brown, the bottom of the sleeves were flared out while the rest of the shirt stayed close in a snug fit.

Maybe you had arrived earlier than settled on, surely, because Ellie was starting to become a no show. Perked up right besides the stables doorframe, facing towards the inside, counting the minutes go by. Dina’s distant voice broke the fluid count of time you’d been mentally ticking by. Anyone would’ve been able to tell she was being so quiet intentionally with her hushed tone while speaking to someone else. You weren’t meant to hear her nor the words of advice she was aiding, but you couldn’t help being a standby could you?

“She’s been waiting for you in there for a while now! Seriously, you can’t stall any longer without being suspicious.” Dina knew exactly what this was about, Ellie’s whole unwillingness to go out on patrol with you was painfully obviously.

“I know I know, but I just need a bit longer and I’ll get right to-“ hearing the detest Ellie was expressing felt disappointing in a way that made your heart ache.

“No, Ellie. Go over there already, standing over here isn’t going to change anything.”

Ellie’s sigh was louder than their entire conversation. Then the words you were hearing so clearly became tedious whispers that had you leaning closer to decipher, with no luck as to knowing which one was speaking.

They couldn’t possibly know you were listening in, right?

Calm anticipation couldn’t overcome the hurdle of sudden nervousness when footsteps became closer. Thing was, you knew Ellie’s footsteps and the approaching steps didn’t belong to her. You’d turned back to face outside though not to Ellie, but to Dina’s consoling face.

”Ellie’s caught something and she’s stuck sick at home right now,”

it was all crap, every single word. Seeming so against you that she couldn’t stand having to go on patrol with you, Ellie lied about sickness as a get a way. Standing there silently to question every short moment you’ve encountered her, trying to recount if you did or said something wrong to ward her off so strongly.

“Oh well, that’s okay. Tell her I said to get better soon.”

You didn’t mean the condolence, the small smile you responded Dina with didn’t help in hiding that fact. Especially not when Ellie was probably snug inside by now spending her new found time freely, relived of being able to opt out so suddenly. This was by far the most embarrassing stand up you’ve been able to experience, as much as you didn’t want to be affected by her flakiness it irked you just as much if not more in efforts of trying to shrug it off.

Dina nodded and excused herself first, at least she was aware how childish Ellie was handling the situation. At times like these it was so easy to be jealous of Dina, how close her bond with Ellie was. Being able to spend time with Ellie by watching movies or just having her as company were few of those reasons. Though you were never mad at her for it. More so at yourself for letting your feelings keep you from making any move.

When Dina was out of view from where you stood, you followed out feeling defeated. The marked calendar felt like such a foolish thing to do, how excited you became when you could tick off another day, getting closer to the patrol.

It was debatable if the walk back home to the mess that was an outcome of frantically scrambling to figure out your outfit, or waiting so excited like a hopeless lovesick fool was more embarrassing. Had you kept to your own business you would’ve been able to cope in ignorant bliss, unaware of Ellie’s determination to avoid you. Crushing any unfortunate leaf that happened to be in your way on the ground with heavy steps was the best you could do to express how upset this made you.

Of course she had no obligation to happily spend her time with you, but the extent of Ellie’s actions was doing more than enough to prove her dislike. Reflecting just on today, it was evident you’d have to settle for a new dance partner.

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Ellie groaned into her pillow when she heard extensive loud knocking, already knowing who it was and why it was for. You were right about Ellie being snug inside, leisurely painting on the floor beside the short coffee table, using the time she was meant to be with you to practice a hobby.

If it was possible, Ellie would have prolonged opening the door to her garage room to escape Dina going off on her. She rubbed her eyes using her thumb and index finger, this was punishment for not dealing with you today, rather she’d have to deal with Dina’s confrontational lecture. Right upon unlocking the door Dina began,

“Seriously Ellie, what’s gotten into you.” She’d allowed herself inside, taking her designated spot on the couch. Looking down onto the table, there sprawled out next to different paints in jars and a messy paint pallet was a painting Ellie was spending careful time to finish. It looked more detailed than any of her previous paintings, paint strokes still wet from recent application creating the girl on the canvas.

“Hey I dodged a bullet by doing that, I wouldn’t have been able to put in all my concentration,” now it was Ellie’s turn to be embarrassed.

Her skills were truly ones to be boasted about, but faltered the moment she was stuck partnered on patrol with a pretty girl. The girl she’s kept her eyes on from the first day of her arrival.

Of course Ellie made a distinct entry that day, made sure to not leave any detail out about your appearance or the way you’d greet others that day, including her. Describing just how sweet everything about you was, so sweet it distracted from what you told her, she’d failed to listen to the first words between you two.

Now it was acting all tough until the moment Ellie’s emotions become overwhelming, clouding both her judgment and competence. She knew exactly what she felt, but tried with everything to disregard it all because of the fear that rejection would hurt much more sourly than never confessing at all.

”Don’t start now, she looked hurt when I broke it to her that you’d called out sick.”

“Maybe she was looking forward to exploring around or something-“

“No Ellie, she was excited to see you.”

The sheer question if you looked at her back with the same feelings sent Ellie over the edge. She kicked up her foot, cracking the knuckles of her fingers one by one. How much time has passed and your relationship with Ellie hasn’t progressed at all? She’d be lucky to even call it a relationship, small talk was a hard thing since the first years of you being in Jackson.

”yeah well, you don’t know that for sure.”

Ellie slumped her back onto the bed looking up at the wooden ceiling, the position she should’ve been if she was truly sick. Dina couldn’t bother to deal with Ellie’s stubbornness when the topic was you specifically. Because she knew Ellie was almost helpless when it came to you.

Exhausted from the topic of you by how much denial and stubbornness it’d be met with, Dina propped herself up from the couch before looking over at Ellie, spitefully replying to her small attitude,

“Oh I think I know, at least come by the dance go say hi.”

Upon Dina walking out and shutting the door Ellie kept her spot, the stunt she just pulled probably set her way back in means of getting more familiar with you. Letting out a low groan again, it was hard to decide to show up. Seeing you would only have her ridden with guilt. Ellie didn’t know to believe Dina’s beliefs or not. She was hopeful, but failed to be certain.

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Staring straight forward into your own reflection in the vanity was where your mind couldn’t rest on the long debate that was if going to the dance was still a good idea. Held up in knots going over each pro and con there could’ve possibly been, you’d already spent the time perfecting the look for tonight. Only to feel hesitant, and it was all Ellie’s fault. The few days after the incident, it was completely insufferable to face or hear any news about Ellie. Each time it would only make the feelings of embarrassment mixed with bitter defeat resurface.

“She shouldn’t be showing up anyways.”

Is what got you to settle on going out with the prerogative to have a little fun, determined to not let your crushed feelings take away from a good time. After all the wait for the dance it would be a spoil of time to stay in.

Because the party was outside people were more sprawled out, making it harder to see every single person attending. High hanging warm lights were strung from building to building in a zigzag pattern, they illuminated the incoming night that was creeping up. A table took space in the middle in front of everything, each spot of the table being covered with some sort of food or drink, leaned up on it’s ledges was Jesse and Dina talking to Joel.

Joel looked rough on the exterior with the way he would carry himself, but truly was a kind type at heart. You’d only gotten a few chances to chat with him, a little less than with Ellie. He’d only remind you of Ellie with how close they are, so you set it in your mind to clearly stay away from all three of them for the rest of the night.

A few speakers were synced together playing Sades Hang on to your love, just standing there cemented lost and doe eyed would do you no good. Staying home inside the comfort of your room would have been preferable, thinking maybe it would’ve looked a bit awkward to dance alone. Maybe you could ask one of the girls there you were friends with, amidst the cloud of thought a man invitingly lent out a hand. You’d seen him around a few times, wearing dark navy jeans and a black sueded cowboy hat, you accepted thinking you had nothing to lose.

In heaven’s name, why are you walking away?

Dancing with him was purely for fun, no strings attached to you, but for him, his eyes spoke that he was in it for something. Letting his hands cling to the sleeves of your shirt, his touch was a little irritating. Already starting to regret your choice to agree to dance, more specifically with a man. You tried to disregard the slight discomfort and continued to move along with his moves to at least entertain yourself by dancing. By now, the man’s hands on your arms begun steering you right to the center of the dance floor, which essentially was just an open dirt plot right in-front a certain table.

Hang on to your love

In a few footsteps he’d successfully made it close to unbearable for you to dance along now that you’ve made it to the prime viewing spot for everyone in the surrounding crowd. Uncomfortable with both his handling and everyones eyes set on the show he was making out of this. Of course in that crowd she had to be stood against there to that table, in those jeans that were starting to scuff from continued wear and fading flannel. Using quick stolen glimpses to catch the sight of Ellie when he’d spun you round.

In heaven’s name, why do you plays these games?

It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide how distressed you were. Urgently wanting to escape only to bolt it back to your home. You were heating up because you knew by now, Ellie had been staring directly at you, visibly displaying exactly how unhappy she was with the situation. Crossed arms and legs, eyebrows dipping into a slight angry arch. Ellie was whispering something over to her right hand man, Jesse.

“Out of everyone here, why are they dance partners? It’s not like they know each other.”

“And you know that how?”

Ellie’s appearance at the dance was meant to solely be a quick passing, is what she swore to herself at least. Getting caught up in being witness to whatever you were found doing with that man had sidetracked her. Ellie knew from his stares he had intentions outside of having fun, nothing could be lead to coincidence with him especially. Ellie was aware of his reputation of going through plenty of women in short periods of time, immediately latching onto someone new after the last.

“Doesn’t matter, either way I can’t stop her.”

“How about getting over there and steal her back, or are you still hung up?”

Take your time if the going gets rough

The grip he had on you got tighter, he tried pressing his body further to yours by making a his hand placement lower to your hips. Every move he continued to act on making you all the more irritated. None of this is what you wanted, and Ellie’s stare only added fuel to fire. She didn’t want to go out on patrol together with you the previous day, why is she out of all people dishing out the judgmental looks?

so if you want it to get stronger you’d better no let go

“Your guess is as good as mine, I just can’t, be near her like that.”

For every thing Ellie wished she could do and say, is another longing stare of hers that graced you. Blaming the fear to approach you on the nausea effect that didn’t budge no matter what you tended to have on her.

“you’re not getting anywhere staring all crazy at her.”

Eventually the man had noticed how absent minded from the situation you were in, with your eyes glued straight past him clasped in his arms. Speaking up for the first time, some sparse voice pulled you back into the moment.

“Who’s got you distracted huh?”

hold tight, don’t fight

“Nothing, I was just zoning out a bit.”

He didn’t buy it, he reclined his torso back and away, allowing for an easier spin on his heel to see who had you so entranced just now.

”Oh come on not that dyke that came from wherever with her old man.”

Instantly he let go away, recoiling away immediately. His face had contorted into a disgusted expression directed at the both of you, Ellie for knowing and being Ellie and you for simply looking at Ellie.

“Men can’t get no breaks in this world.” A thick mouthful of saliva was spat onto the dirt next to your feet leaving from the center having you deserted there alone. A few surrounding people looked shocked looked at what had unraveled there while others looked away.

Hang on to your love

Ellie stayed put in her same spot, deciding it was better now or never to take your chances. Possessing feelings that felt too similar to love, only to hush and silence them away each night wasn’t getting any easier. Ellie’s eyes darted away the moment she saw you beginning to walk right over to her.

in heaven’s name, why are you walking away?

”Why didn’t you show up to patrol with me that day? I know you weren’t sick so don’t even use that excuse.”

Confrontation wasn’t your usual way of dealing with things, but the time spent conflicted as to feel about Ellie wore on you. One day you were swearing there was a chance for things to be mutual, only to change your mind the next.

“I don’t know where you’re getting at because I was sick.” To Ellie it was clear now that you heard everything she told Dina outside the stable.

“I heard you outside whispering you know, honestly Ellie what do you have against me?”

“Nothing! Look I did ask for her to cover for me, but it’s only cause I had something to do at home.” She slid her thumbs to hang out from the front pockets changing her stance to loosen.

”what we’re you so busy with?” You didn’t mean to come off as stern as you did, from then on Ellie started to sound less confident with each word that would come out her mouth.

”Something back in my room, it’s noth-“

“Let’s go see it then.”

Right then you start walking straight to her room, picking up your pace when Ellie called out your name behind you. You knew where she stayed at, catching her with Dina and Jesse walking in and out of the small shed that sat off to the left of the main house on a few occasions. Initially she didn’t believe you were serious, so she waited a while longer before starting to walk as well. Ellie caught up quickly but you were faster, sprinting closer to the door illuminated by the hanging light besides it.

Once you’d got ahold of the doorknob it easily opened to your luck, it was typical in Jackson to leave doors open because how people trusted one another as a community. Immediately you slammed the door shut upon putting two steps inside to Ellie’s room. With a quick click it had been locked to make sure she stayed out while you got to the bottom of this.

On the other side Ellie banged on the door with her whole palm repeatedly,

“Hey get the hell out!”

“I’m trying to see what was so important you had to ditch me and not tell me anything about it.”

”I’m sorry okay? I promise next time I won’t run out on you like that.”

She was basically pleading by now aware that you had the upper hand, you had every power to leisurely look through her whole life that was stored in her room. Standing there felt childish now that you’d caught your breath leaving you time to reflect what happened and what you did. Ellie ran over to the side of the shed to where the windows were, she put her hands up to the glass scanning the room for you,

“if you let me in now I’ll show you, I swear.”

She sounded sincere in her soft tone, rummaging Ellies room wouldn’t be right regardless how upset you were so you nodded and unlocked the door for her. Moving aside to give her space to walk in. Mumbling getting through she spoke again,

“Let me go grab it, it’s over by the coffee table.”

Now that everything calmed you could properly look around to see how Ellie’s room looked. The type of posters hung from the walls, above an unmade bed a cork board pinned photos of her friends and drawings adorned it. It was a little confusing why Ellie wasn’t mad or screaming for you to get out. It was pretty quiet in the small room, only a small faint strain of music from the party was keeping it from dead silence. The air was thick, closing in on the both of you.

“I would’ve showed you it if you asked without having to lock me out you know.” Ellie was still turned away from you, holding onto a medium sized board that she picked up from the rug. A few paintbrushes were drying on a towel next to the glass jar of murky grey water.

“No you wouldn’t,” lightheartedly you laughed trying to ease your nerves that arose from being alone with her away from anyone else.

“yeah,” returning a small laugh she turned to you, time felt slow in this moment as if everything itself was prolonged outside the rules of time with Ellie’s footsteps slowly approaching. Her laughter alleviated some of the tension the air carried.

Ellie didn’t say anything at first, she let you see what turned out to be canvas with you painted sitting down reading a book, propping your head up with your left arm on your knee with the book tucked into your lap. Never would have you guessed Ellie taken long enough to look at you long enough to get the amount of details she’d painted so perfectly. That’s exactly what you’d describe the painting her hands created, perfect.

“Ellie..” Lost in the soft colors that were painted into you, you were for certain on how you felt about Ellie.

With lack of response she was quick to defensively speak up, “You just looked like a good reference, I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything-“

“it’s beautiful,”

You were unsure what to say or even do, Ellie stood there looking back at you under your jurisdiction continuing to wait on you. She’d hate to admit what she was so scared about your reaction or rejection, because it was only then that the feelings would sink to only decay inside the pit of her stomach to linger. “Thanks,” Ellie’s composure was gone, visible by how nervous her smile looked. Considering how she took the effort to paint you, it was time to do something that had been long overdue. Putting down the painting to lean on itself against the wall freeing your hands, you find them a new place on Ellie’s shoulders. Slightly towering above you with her height, being able to see her up close in such a tender hold felt like a sweet of blessing.

”When I saw you for the first time I knew it was going to be you, and it has been since then.”

Ellie’s eyebrows cinched together in confusion unaware of the weight your words held.

”it’s been only you, nobody else has ever came close, because I like you the most.”

Ellies lips gapped open ready to let out to spill her unspoken words upon fully processing what you meant. She had wished to tell you that accumulated over time, except they only came out in silence.

Hearing your confession to her, was her own sweetest blessing. Instead of staying silent any longer Ellie let her actions talk for her, plunging right into a kiss. The muscles in her lips kneaded at your own desperately like to makeup for every kiss that was missed in the time that you could’ve spent together before today. Each passing day she could’ve only yearned to feel you as intimately as tonight. This was felt in the way she was making out with you now.

Leaning further into the kisses to savor the taste and smell you carried, and sure enough you were the same way, pushing further into her too. A strand of hair slipping out from the ear Ellie tucked behind tickled the side of your face.

Gasping for air after the both of you’d succumb to shortness of breath. Ellie’s lips were a softer shade of pink from the circulating blood by how much pressure she had used to press onto your lips. Before you could Interject again she plunged back into you, this time her trembling hands cupping the plush of your cheeks, which then stabilized themselves on you. you didn’t resist Ellie’s lips, rather you moved at the same rate. Her left hands fingertips slightly callused by the guitar Joel had gifted. Each kiss was passionate, becoming more sloppier and quicker paced than the last one.

Nothing else mattered here against the warmth that radiated from Ellie, her pulsing heartbeat was felt by your own chest. Through flesh and bone, you could’ve sworn your hearts could feel the love you both shared for each other. You knew perfectly in your mind that this was meant to be, and Ellie had loved you ever since you fell too.

Ellie gently pulled away to whisper in that hoarse soft voice, “This better than dancing with him?”

She sounded so tantalizing, having you in her hands all to herself. No one would ever be able to have you the way Ellie did, and for that she felt prouder than ever. The doubt for any connection that could’ve been there in the days and years prior to today, was overcast by Ellie’s pure bliss right now.

You smiled while pressing foreheads together, letting the air from Ellie’s breathing fall onto your face. Chests falling up and down in a few seconds of quietness before replying, “Better than you could ever know.”

“Oh I think I do know,” squeezing you tighter followed smaller frantic kisses below your eyes, between your eyebrows, and cheek. You reflected her actions onto each bronze or dark brown freckle Ellie had scattered across her face.

Finishing, Ellie pulled you to walk to her bed by her hands connected behind your neck, bringing you down top of her on the spring mattress. Cheeks lifting up to reveal smile lines that you managed to bring out so easily. You held yourself up by your forearms with Ellie sandwiched in between. A warm lit lamp and the small slips of light from the dance in the distance outside were the only forms of light source in the room. Night had casted over the sky, and the moon coating the world below in moonlight. Once a few seconds passed of enjoying the others presence by staring at each and every feature as to memorize them forever like a keepsake, Ellie cleared her throat to speak up.

”I want to be with you, properly this time I mean,” Ellie gazed right into your eyes endearingly beneath you. Her proper confession was in a form of a question you’ve been waiting on so eagerly for so long.

“I’d love that.”

Placing a small peck right on the tip of her nose, you laid down on her, letting your head fall to her heart. This moment would be the mark of something new, a new chapter in your lives. Not another person or soul could take this away from either of you, love continuing to grow deeper into your hearts.

#ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie x you #ellie fluff #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #tlou part 2

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the polaroid collection: rain

this is part five of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:

!! Some themes may be triggering, proceed with caution. Rain is completely submissive for swiss and is described as being “brainless” and with “blank eyes” while also being played with by the other. Everything in this chapter is completely consensual but the conversation is not explicitly mentioned in the chapter, only implied. Still, if any of these themes are not for you, please do not feel obligated to read. Your comfort comes first! <3

He looks so pretty like this — down on his knees.

Submissive.

Compliant.

The wetness brimming his eyes only adds to the twisted feeling Swiss feels in his gut as he leans over the water ghoul who is so nicely settled back on his calves and stripped bare. Wet, covered in a layer of sweat and soaked in a puddle of his own slick. His strong right hand rests gently against the front of Rain’s neck, the calloused pads of his fingers pressing ever so gently into that artery there. He doesn’t squeeze. He isn’t cruel – not yet. He simply holds him there, still, where he sits while the blood beneath his skin pulses under his touch and Rain’s breath hitches rhythmically under his palm. Waiting patiently in anticipation.

When his shoulders suddenly slump inwards and his abdominal muscles go tight, Swiss tsks. A soft click of the tongue – he cannot believe his own eyes. The water ghoul shudders and shivers like there’s an electric current dancing just under his skin, and then he’s cumming over the pretty skin of his thighs, cock twitching and jumping as it spurts weakly and adds to the mess of his other two orgasms that he’s previously squirted over the top of them.

What a mess… Someone will have to clean this up.

Rain’s jaw hangs lax and heavy against the thin webbing between Swiss’ thumb and index finger and he watches as a little more light drains from his eyes despite how they shine so beautifully with his tears. A rich shade of brown goes dark and dull. Flooded with nothingness.

So dramatic, Swiss thinks…

He wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Good,” Swiss praises, nice and simple, and wipes away a tear with his thumb when it carves a thick line down his cheek. Just the feeling of his fingers on his face makes Rain fall further into his touch like a purring feline. Swiss traces the swell of his swollen lips and his dark lashes flutter, his eyes rolling back in his skull when the digit makes its way inside of his mouth to press down on the center of his tongue. His breath gets caught in his throat.

Swiss hums, considering his current state. If he wasn’t carefully monitoring his quickening pulse with his hands he would’ve thought he was really choking him with the way his body reacts to simple gestures and prodding.

Perhaps he’s dropped further than he thought.

Rain is so flushed with raw desire and blush that his usual, dusty blue hue is nearly purple. Lavender in color. Gorgeous. His chest blooms with patches of heat rash and shades of pastel and plum and is spattered with the other’s release. He looks like art — like a canvas touched by Jackson Pollock – and Swiss is more than proud of his work.

But Satanas, what a mess he is…

The multi ghoul straightens up to his full height, bending at the waist only slightly to wrap a fist around the dainty gold chain connecting Rain’s nipples and pull, tugging him forward by the jewelry while he gasps and cries out until his throat is raw.

Swiss pulls and tugs impatiently, forcing the ghoul to use his body and move until his perfectly sculpted nose becomes reacquainted with his tummy. The dense curls there tickle his sensitive skin. He nuzzles into them to revel in how they caress his cheeks and get caught slightly in the short prickle of his unshaved face.

It’s a guilty pleasure of his – Swiss knows this – but usually he’s far too high or caught in the inescapable holds of sleep before he gives into it. Now, when he’s gone stupid, there is no better time to allow him to indulge.

Swiss lays a hand to the back of his hand and encourages him further. Rain bows inwards at the shoulders and the notches of his spine press against the center of his back as he presses in closer, reaching that space where his tummy hair turns to coarse pubic hair and sniffing him there. Good and deep.

He’s richest here. His heady scent settles thick in Rain’s head like morning fog over the lake and the water ghoul can’t hold back the sudden urge to sink his teeth into him. He needs to taste and get him on his tongue. It’s purely instinctual, driven by the devil that lives inside of him. He drags his swollen lips upwards along the skin of his abdomen and leaves a trail of saliva as he goes, and when he gets to the soft swell of fat just beneath the multi ghoul’s belly button, he sucks his dusky skin into his mouth and bites.

Rain is lucky that Swiss doesn’t make the quick decision to punish him for it.

Especially when his fangs threaten to break through and his jaw begins to tighten like a dog with a rubber toy.

Swiss hisses, drops a hand to grip him firmly under his jaw, and digs his thumb into the hollow space between his upper and lower jaw in an attempt to encourage him to release. Rain makes a noise that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan and Swiss digs his digit in deeper. This time, it’s a warning.

At least he’ll bruise beautifully – it’s a sacred claim that the multi ghoul usually leaves on the other spontaneously during nights of passion and heat. It’ll be an honor to carry the mark of the water ghoul on his tummy for everyone to see. He’ll show it off to everyone, show how he got Rain – who has never been big on biting or leaving lingering marks of any kind – to bite.

When Rain finally releases him from between his teeth his skin is already an angry red and sore, and the outline of his entire maw bruised instantaneously into his skin causes his dick to throb and hit the other just under his chin, leaving a tender kiss of pre over his adam’s apple. Rain pets his fingers over the mark and the tips of his claws dip into the impressions of his fangs. He apologizes for his bite with a lazy kiss.

His lips feel like they’re on fire; his tongue hot as coals. Swiss should punish him for it, but he won’t. This time he’ll give him a pass.

Swiss peers down at him as he admires his work with hooded eyes, like he’s proud of himself. If there’s actually any thoughts in his head he’d be surprised. The dumb bastard. Rain had gone brainless while bouncing on his cock more than half an hour ago. Still, as he leans in to lick at the marks again, Swiss shakes his head and thinks of other ways that he could be far more useful with his mouth..

He tilt’s Rain’s head upwards and meets his eyes. They’re so dark, so shiny, and so empty. Flooded with nothing. Hollow in the head. He tuts, releasing his jaw and letting his head slump forward to pet away the messy curls that had fallen in his face. Also effectively managing to comb some of his own cum from earlier in between the ebony strands.

Swiss’ fingers are like a magic touch. Rain manages to lift his head on his own so that he can present his tongue to the ghoul who then runs his hand down the side of his face to pull his bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb. Once again his jaw drops with it and this time Swiss reaches for his dick, lining it up with his mouth so he can slip it in over his tongue. Rain moans sweetly, nice and low and drawn out.

He takes it so well, so eager, just like he has been for however long they’ve been here.

The plug in Rain’s ass buzzes when he settles back on his heels and sinks into the floor, Swiss’s length sliding across his tongue and coating it entirely in pre. He moans so beautifully at the taste and begins to close his lips around it to suck like the good boy he is, but Swiss is quick to stick his finger into the corner of his mouth and press down on his molars, effectively and silently probing him to open back up.

He’s just testing his mouth for now. Testing his patience and ability to follow simple tasks while his melted brain floods with his scent and taste (and definitely not taking it slow because he might still be a little sensitive from his last orgasm and Rain like this makes him harder than steel).

Admittedly, Swiss is being greedy. He’s being selfish, and Rain is more than willing to be the one he uses to stick his dick into to abuse. He’s been used to his limits and beyond, plugged, and toyed with, and all for Swiss’ own amusement and pleasure. The orgasms painted over his pretty thighs had been unexpected bonuses – ones that led to both pleasure and pain at times with sensitivity and overstimulation – but welcome nonetheless. At this point he can barely remember his own name. The only thing that bounces around in his head is everything that has to do with Swiss and the sound of the word ‘please’, though he has yet to let it slip from his lips a single time. That’s not his fault, though. His mouth has been rather full.

Swiss feels so heavy against his tongue. He can feel all of him – the flared ridge of his head, the vein throbbing on the side… Swiss crowds further into his space and Rain hums when his balls tease his chin. Somehow his scent manages to get stronger. His pubic hair tickles his nose. Swiss gives him another centimeter before he ruts.

The sudden intrusion into his throat is more than surprising and Rain gags. He isn’t physically affected by it further than the hideous noise that erupts from his throat and the violent spasm in his belly, and he certainly isn’t mentally affected by it by any means. But Swiss cups his face sweetly anyways and pulls out enough so that the tip kisses his teeth, offering him a second to recover and settle his stomach – though he doesn’t seem to need it – before sliding back in over his tongue and playing with the back of his throat. This time, there’s no question whether or not he’ll slide deeper, it’s just a matter of when.

Rain’s nostrils flare wildly as Swiss toys with him, his eyes going dull again starting from the center right before Swiss guides his head just right and pushes his dick deep into that tight, hot throat. His gills are closed tight. Both the sets on his neck and on his sides. He isn’t sure why he’s not using them apart from the assumption that perhaps he’s enjoying the struggle. Or maybe he’s beyond being able to realize he has the unique ability to breathe with a cock in his throat.

Pathetic fucker.

It’s hard to feel bad for him.

The air gets warmer the more that Swiss thrusts into his mouth and it’s not long before the sweat begins to accumulate on the back of his thighs, threatening to gather and drip down like the tears that gather along Rain’s waterline. His pretty lashes are pulled together in thick, wet clumps by the wetness that clings from them, and Swiss watches rapt as one finally wells up enough to escape from the corner of his right eye and crawl downwards towards his chin.

It’s a crime how beautiful he is, even when he’s barely there.

Rain swallows around him and his throat spasms and clicks around his cock. Swiss pushes in that much deeper until he tickles the tip of Rain’s nose with the dense curls at the base of his cock. The pressure from his strong hips pushes Rain backwards slightly and the plug buzzes aggressively against the floor.

If the sound of the toy hadn’t rung into his ears then Swiss would’ve forgotten about the toy in his ass that he worked in there himself. The water ghoul has become so stupid – so numb to the feeling – that he barely reacts when Swiss places a hand on his shoulder to force him further into the boards beneath him, forcing the plug in deeper and more insistent against that spot inside of him.

He knows he can feel it. He should.

Rain doesn’t so much as twitch.

His other hand makes it’s way around Rain’s curling right horn, using it as a handle to drag the ghoul’s head over the length of his cock as he fucks his throat. He pulls him off slowly just to listen for the moment that he desperately sucks in a breath just to plunge back in with a force that he should feel bad for. But Rain takes it, and the toy continues to buzz, and the chain pinched tight to either side of his chest swings and glints under the light with every glorious slide across his lazy tongue.

“Touch yourself,” Swiss demands of him, voice rough and gravely and thick with desire, and he watches as the ghoul beneath him moves languidly to wrap a loose fist around his dick, which is suspended in a strange state between being hard and soft, yet still leaking obscenely over his skin and down between his trembling thighs. His muscles flex and go slack like they’re made of rubber instead of flesh and protein – uncoordinated and spastic – moving in an uneven rhythm of quick jerks and loose tugs that cannot be pleasurable. The cock in his mouth has muddled his brain and ruined his ability to do one of the easiest tasks that ghouls are capable of:

Fuck, breed, obey your master, and get off.

Swiss reminds him that he can do better than what his pathetic body is presenting as an excuse for masturbation. His words are spat with poison; sharp and cruel.

“Secondo in his coffin could do a better job at getting his crumbling dick to spurt than whatever you’re doing right now. Give me something more or I’ll just have to go find something else to stick my dick into to make it shoot.”

It’s an empty threat, he knows it, but it makes the water ghoul whine and tug harder, another tear slipping from the other eye and dancing its way down into the space where his lips wrap around Swiss. It disappears.

Rain tugs at his purple head with a limp wrist, a sob bubbling up from his chest when Swiss demands him to cum again.

He’s too weak to disobey. He pulls at himself once, twice, a third time, and then somehow he manages to do it.

Though the volume he offers him is entirely unacceptable.

Swiss shakes his head and pulls roughly on his horn, forcing his sticky face as far onto his cock as he can get him, and forcing him to take all of his dick until he really and truly chokes. Rain’s throat rejects him over and over, the tears running hot over his cheeks, and Swiss tries to count how many orgasms have been spilled over his skin in his head before deciding when to pull out. When he finally does, his face gets shoved immediately back into Swiss’ tummy.

Rain reacts like the man is his savior, wrapping his arms around one of his thighs and jerking his hips forward to press Swiss’ shin right up against his twitching, spent excuse for a dick. It’s only then with his slimmer body pressed so close that Swiss realizes that Rain is shaking as he clutches him. He digs his sharp claws into the strong meat of his thighs, palms slick and sticky with the sweat that's accumulated there, and Swiss rubs the back of his head gently as he mouths wordlessly at his tummy.

“Calm yourself,” he says and the water ghoul mumbles incoherently. Sounds, not words. “The worst is yet to come. I need you with me. I’m gonna fuck your face and you’re gonna take it like the good boy that you are. You’re gonna take all of it and you’re not gonna complain because there’s nothing left behind those eyes, is there?” Rain tilts his hips upwards – a poor attempt to hump his leg – and Swiss grabs a fistful of his cum-stained locks and forces the back of his head downwards so he’ll look up at him. “And when I’m done I’m gonna paint this pretty face, get it all filthy, and I’m gonna take a picture. Later I’ll let you look at it so you can see how much of a stupid whore you are. All dumb on my dick and covered in your own cum. Covered in mine…”

A broken moan tears from Rain’s throat and he goes limp at the proposition, held up only by the bruising grip to his hair.

Swiss flicks his eyes over his face, taking in the deep blush and the irritation on his cheeks from his own hands, and the emptiness in his eyes, reduced to rich, chocolatey orbs. His mouth, slick with a mixture of spit and pre, beckons him in.

“You seem ready enough.”

Swiss bends slightly at the knees to account for how much the ghoul has slackened and slides the head of his dick over his lips just to add to the mess. Then he tells the other to sit up, grabbing him securely by the sides of his face and tilting his head up slightly to get the perfect angle and to watch the moment that his pretty face takes him.

Just as he said he would, he fucks his face. He thrusts into his mouth in hard and quick movements, harsh snaps of his hips that will bruise his throat and make him choke long after he’s pulled out. His balls slap against his chin and Rain makes the most obscene noises. So wet, so loud, so nasty, and each one settles deep in Swiss’ belly, stoking the fire and building up the flames that make up his impending, final orgasm.

He has to make this one good. This is the money shot, and he’s spit more cum on the poor ghoul tonight alone to never make him think about cumming again. To be honest, he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if he cums dry.

Rain’s hands grab and grip and grope at Swiss’ thighs as he reaches for the camera and turns the machine on with a quiet push of a button. He kneads at the skin and digs into the soft skin at his inner thighs with his claws. It’s like he’s trying to get inside. He’s desperate, greedy for more despite how Swiss is taking everything he wants from him and more.

Swiss angles the viewfinder downwards and looks through the small hole. Rain’s image is reflected back at him through the slightly distorted lens. He whines again, as if asking for him to take it.

Such an impatient little thing.

Swiss punches his hips forward and hovers his finger over the button.

“Satanas, look at you. Is my cock shoved down your throat not enough? So fucked stupid that you managed to convince yourself that you need more?”

Rain hums around him, rutting against his calf like a drunk ghoul in rut. It’s the best Swiss will get for an answer, so he grants him his desires and shoves his dick so far down his throat that even Dew would be proud of him for taking it so deep. Rain’s eyes roll back in his head, finally pleased, and Swiss feels his balls tighten up all at once at the sight and feeling of it all.

He pulls out of that warm, wet hole so quick that Rain doesn’t have the chance to chase him before he’s tugging at himself with quick pulls and cumming over Rain’s face in thick ropes. The camera in his hand gets clutched tight to his chest, image shaky and unfocused as his other arm adeptly works himself over the edge.

The first rope lands in his eyebrow and glues together his lashes, following the crooked line of his nose down to his upper lip and painting the ghoul’s teeth in brilliant, pearlescent white. His spend drips from one of his shiny fangs like forbidden icing. The second follows its tail and lands right over his tongue and chin, down over his neck and kissing the edges of his gills. Whatever else he manages to give him paints him so nicely, so filthy, but Swiss can barely stay upright on his feet, too consumed in the pleasure of an orgasm he lost count of and the terrible, terrible sob that Rain cries out as his spent cock cums completely dry – not a single drop for evidence except for the terrible sobs and spasms that wrack through his exhausted frame.

At least there’s enough semen covering his thighs, face, and chest to make up for it.

“Look up at me, Rainy,” Swiss pants, still attempting to catch his breath and calm the incessant pounding of his heart in his ribs. He brings the camera back up to his face, smearing the plastic frame with the little amount of his own spend stuck to his fingers. “Show the camera what you earned.”

Rain tends to not be the best listener. He’s usually a brat in the bedroom who loves to be spoiled and always has to be the center of attention. Following rules and being compliant isn’t really his thing. Tonight, though, is different. The sound of Swiss’ voice in his ears sounds like a song and the filthy mess that covers him from head to toe makes him feel like he’s a work of art, something to display on the wall, so when Swiss points the lens down in his direction and tells him to open up, he does. He listens.

The water ghoul straightens up and shows off his chest, all messy, covered in cum and sweat and flush, his swollen nipples connected with a chain that doesn't belong to him, and spreads his knees, exposing the sticky puddle of slick beneath his hips. His face needs no further explanation – the mental image of pure debauchery will haunt the multi ghoul in his deepest dreams until the day he’s sent back to the pit.

He flutters his lashes – the ones not covered in semen – and opens his mouth, letting his tongue extend far past his lips to drip a foul combination of cum and spit onto the floorboards below.

Fully submissive. Thoroughly fucked out. He’s gorgeous.

“Fucking shit, Rainy,” Swiss breathes through gritted teeth, his body reacting violently to the sight of him. “Such a good boy-” He carefully tucks a curl behind Rain’s ear. The water ghoul purrs, rumbling deep in his chest at the gesture. “-That is what good boys receive. You deserve all of it and more.”

He feels it, the power of his honeyed words – his chest blooming with warmth.

He’s a good boy. Swiss’ good boy. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

The smallest smile creeps across Rain’s lips, his cheeks dimpling.

Swiss captures it all with a flash.

#we are so back #rain ghoul #nsft #the polaroid collection #picture this #rulti #p1nk ficlet #swiss ghoul

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tomorrcwz · 2 months

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hi i saw your request are open and i wanted to know if you could write where clement novalak (f2 driver) gives his partner a necklace?

★ . . . 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐍𝟐𝟏

pairing: clement novalak x reader (no pronouns used)

in which he gifts you a dainty silver necklace with his initials when he comes over to your place

the early hour of the evening settled upon you as the wind outside grew colder and the sun didn't show an arm anymore, leaving the sky darker and dull behind your closed curtains of your small living room.

On your lap rested a bowl of a day old rice mixed with tofu and some vegetables you had found in your freezer, that you decided to spice up with a splash of a sauce you've got in the pantry — it was a quick meal, everything thrown in the pan and boom, your food was ready to eat after only a five minute expenditure. It also hit the spot, and the half-full box of cookies your french boyfriend sent to your house yesterday after you had ranted on the phone how the day in the office had been utter shit and you really craved something sweet, paired rather well with the tea as a desert on this boring night.

some friends of yours went out in a club but that wasn't for you, when you knew, you had to show up the next day at work — you didn't want to wake up with a massive headache, too, if you were being honest, so a chill night at home it was.

sitting on the sofa between lots of pillows and a plush blanket thrown over your lap, you pushed the ceramic bowl back on the table and grabbed the remote to change the series; you decided, you weren't in the mood for the british bake off and searched for the percy jackson series to rewatch.

watching annabeth, percy and grover ensembling the given task by the oracle, you re-visited the time where you still were the same age, dreaming of fighting the furies and other strange greek myths monsters alongside the trio, falling in love with the handsome apollo kid luke and forming a friendship with clarisse, a child of the god of war. now you were years older than them, sitting in your shoe box sized apartment, mentally drained because of work and half asleep as you took a bit of the slightly stale cookie.

the door rang, breaking your tales of being a halfgod up. a sign escaped your throat as your eyes flitted to the clock on your wall; it was nine pm and you wondered who wanted to grace his or her presence at your door at that time of the day. you weren't in the mood for a visitor and prayed for a lost delivery man.

feet tapped against the wooden floor, reaching the door. you pulled the doorknob open, eyes roaming the body of the man who kneeled down and fumbled with his bag.

"can i help you?", you grumbled, irritation laced your voice.

the man's head turned upwards, a grin widely presented on his lips as his dreamy brown eyes looked into yours; you mirrored his smile, happy to see clem.

"hey treasure, rough day, eh?", he asked, standing up to pull you in a much needed hug. clem's body radiated warmth and his woody vanilla scent brought you immense comfort. he felt you nod on his shoulder, face mushed in the crook between his left shoulder and strong neck.

the french didn't let you go as you went back inside, foot pushing the door close behind you and you went deeper in your apartment till he turned you both around and he fell backwards first on the sofa. "Want to talk about it?"

"no", you mumbled, a purr rumbling in your throat while clem's fingers messaged your scalp. "'m happy you're here, clemy."

you laid there, relaxing against him, only hearing the soft noises of the tv diddling in the background as your boyfriends hand cradled your head, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. soft butterfly kisses followed, none filled with nothing but romance and peace; your right hand found its place at the nape of his neck, tugging his hair to hear a sweet moan of his, one you loved to hear whenever you slowly made out — the pair of you knew that tonight's kissing and touching wouldn't result in sex but nonetheless you enjoyed to dance to the edge.

abruptly, clement stopped the kiss, caressing your warm cheek with his thumb. then he dipped his finger between your lips, feeling the wetness of your mouth and a groan left his throat. his eyes were hyperfocused on your tongue, which glided along his thick thumb, sucking and nibbling playfully on it.

with his free hand, he pulled something out a pocket of his trousers, fiddling with it as his brown doe eyes watched yours; a blush coated his cheeks at the lustfilled gaze of yours and he felt his trousers tightened.

gently, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "i love you."

you hummed, repeating his words, basking in the moment of being loved and in love. then, you felt coldness running around your throat and clem's palm laying on top of it — it was dainty, another necklace he got you.

"open your eyes, treasure," the french man whispered, resulting you to do so.

fiddling with the dainty silver band of the necklace, your fingertips stop at the pendant, two small curved letters 'cn' as well as the number 21, clems racing number. it was beautiful and unpretentious, going along prettily with the rest of your jewellery, mostly your boyfriend brought for you.

"Oh clemy, i love it", you mumbled, kissing the cold pendant before looking up at your bearded boyfriend, giving him a big smooch. "merci beaucoup."

"Tout pour toi. Si je te donnais les étoiles, tu les aurais entre tes mains, treasure."

= everything for you. if I could give you the stars, you'd have them in your hands.

CLEMY IS THE LOML GUYS !!!

#clement novalak #clement novalak x reader #clement novalak imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f2 x reader #f2 imagine

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hexblooded · 28 days

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obligatory daemon!au time

I'll leave the list and reasonings under the cut

Eddie - Gyrfalcon

They're closely tied with nobility, really good hunters, no nonesense birds, they're very efficient, independent and a tad teritorial.

Susie - Eurasian Lynx

Freaking gorgeous and very dangerous, I don't need to say more but I will, they're resourceful hunters and resilient, kind of loners.

Freddy - Hawk headed Parrot

Funny little guys, they're social and like attention, very vocal and expressive, a little scatterbrained.

Sabrina - Island Fox

She's a sly fox and there's that. They tend to live in tight-knit families, adaptable, confident and cunning.

Bobby - Mandrill

They're hierarchical and cliquish, also very bold and self-serving.

Johnston - Waterbuck

Proud and competitive but cautious. Elegant little fucks.

Tamsin - Jackson's Hornibill

Social and bold, very charming, also a little dramatic.

Jimmy - Big eared Bat

I just thought it was cute. Go with the flow, calm and friendly.

Rosanne - Rufous Hummingbird

Pretty and dainty and fit for a princess but confident, proud and opportunistic.

Jack - dalmatian

Loyal, energetic and impulsive. Look mean but are soft. (I almost gave him a boxer for the joke)

Charlie - Hercules Moth

I don't know much but the vibes I get are calm and gentle, like they'd give good advice lol.

Geoff - Crow

Smart, loyal and cooperative.

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slowdownurdoingfine · 2 months

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Okay sooo I’ve got a Joel Miller fic on the back burner… but before I post I wanna get a feeler for how people would feel about it!!

So it switches through time periods (and bonus joel pov!), and the reader is a really famous country music star. By the time the outbreak hits shes kinda faded into obscurity (or that stage where famous musicians stay in pop culture but people don’t really listen to their music)… and essentially, and don’t cringe, reader and Joel happen to be going on the same journey to Jackson, Wyoming. And it’ll mostly be Jackson!Joel…. But I don’t wanna spoil anything so i won’t say anything more.

I will, though, give a snippet. (! PLEASE NOTE AND IDK WHY I DID THIS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS: Belle is the stage name to the reader, and in the flashbacks I use 3rd pov (she blah blah) and in the present I use first pov (you blah blah) anyways. Be mean or judgemental but here’s u gooo

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Fucking.

Taylor Swift.

Of fucking course.

She had a few years on her but still, fucking Taylor Swift? Picking her nails and brushing her blown-up hair out of her face, the swing of the guitar hits her ears almost too hard. It was overwhelming.

“Belle?” Her manager sitting next to her pushes through his lips quickly, forceful and strained.

She turns to him and his lips prick slightly, a slap in the wrist reminding her to maintain her facial expressions. Soft, but full of joy. Youthful and light. His words circled her thoughts spinning so fast it almost made her dizzy. Her hands fumble to pick the chain around her neck, gold and dainty, clearing her mind almost like a breath of fresh air.

The dust in her lungs makes her cough in only the way Nashville can in June. She has to turn her head away from the performance from the artist section, which allows much too of a close-up look.

“Billy, I need to step out.” It comes out before it even hits her head, drawl thick in her throat. She can see the question rising in his eyes, after years of working with him she just knows, but chooses to ignore it. Boots scuffing the ground she passes her way through the hot metal bars and serious stagehands to the freedom that comes with the smoking area. She lights her cigarette and pulls up her phone.

June 7th, 2013

She decided to never perform at another Country Music Festival at that very moment.

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September 26th, 2013

The worst part of realizing you're no longer who you used to be, is when others begin to realize it too.

The pen rocks back and forth in her hand, trying to make sense of the line. She’s sitting in a limo outside a recording studio in Washington, DC where she created her first album. A country wonder, the sweetest voice with the most soul crushing lyrics. Her soft twang and breathy voice made the studio love her even more. It used to flow for her, it used to click. Now she can’t write a genuine line to save her career. Which evidently, is failing.

She slaps the notebook close, eyes turning up towards Billy who's on his phone pretending not to wait for her to give him something new.

“Nothing new, honestly Bill. My brain is just mushed up.” She hates it, but he shows no signs of mirroring that feeling. He just nods quickly, his sharp suit a little too tight around his wrists, clicking off his phone. He does notice though that, though. She does too.

“I didn’t have time to buy a new one.” He chirps out unbuttoning his pressed black blazer shifting uncomfortably in his seat, choosing to not push her for a moment. It makes her laugh, partially out of relief for the way her manager is still her closest friend.

“You’ve just been drinkin’ too much beer.” She starts, ringing her hands down her designer dress from two seasons ago.

“I’ve been eatin’ too much crab. It’s Baltimore, with the old bay.” He says then looks at her. It takes her back to when they both could afford to support their lives. They both just laugh.

She hated this, and when she was younger and more fresh eyed she would blaze a damn trail if this was presented to her. An impromptu performance at the White House with the president to uplift whatever political statement needed pushing - something to catch headlines, erase any world news. When she started off, and even to a degree still now, nothing else mattered but her music. That’s what got her here in the first place, outspoken to a point where she was even blacklisted from the most prestigious award shows after the release of her second album. But now in her early 30’s it's seemed as though the world had moved on. People didn’t seem to care about what she had to say, they just wanted to hear blank statements that meant nothing to be able to avoid the world around them. Or maybe, she was bitter. They had something she didn’t, something she over the past 10 years had given up for her career. Motivation, joy, or simply put; a life. She had made a bad decision, ran out of money, and signed her likelihood away to some big-name big-shot office. Nothing was hers anymore, not truly. So here she was: on the way to something her 25 year old self would not only despise, but reverently hate.

The limo ride there was alright, bit too bumpy and made it hard for her to gulp down the fizzy lukewarm bottle of champagne in the back of the limo. With the aid of bubbles allowing her to actually move her body and try to block this memory out she’s out of the car, shaking hands and greeting politicians in a breeze. So fast that by the time she stepped on stage to perform the national anthem she didn’t even remember how exactly she had got up there. The first few notes swell in her ears, she takes a deep breath ready to do what she does best, put on a show, cringing when the first few notes hit the air. Men standing close by her, sharp suits with walkie-talkies blasting loud enough to take over the whole room suddenly swarmed surrounding the president. Talking with urgency. Her eyes turned to meet Billy’s blue ones in the crowd, a question of should I stop? in them… before it all happened. It all unfolded right in front of her eyes too quickly to comprehend.

Damn her delayed flight or fight skills, she musta softened along the way on one of her worldwide tours. Soon she was being ripped away from the microphone, the band, the stage, Billy, and in a flurry of secret service she was crowded to an elevator which went down….

Down…

All the way to the bottom.

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October 12th, 2023

Fuck.

I’m hungry.

You hated Iowa. You also hated how your map crumbles in your hands. You used to have a book with pages on pages of maps hidden cleverly within your brown backpack. That was before, when there was hope for everyone. This is the present. Hope is a laughable feeling. As the leaves crunch under your heavy boot a dilapidated highway sign peaks your interest. Maps Of The World. Maybe there is hope, afterall. Funny. Ducking back into the trees along the side of the road you make a note to turn at the next exit.

The store is dusty and rummaged through, obviously. That fact doesn’t stop the cough that enters your lungs as soon as you shove the door open. Fanning the particle filled air in front of your face, quick eyes land on a shelf of US maps which remain mostly untouched. Score. Walking over on the balls of your feet, your eyes crinkle when you step on a newspaper covered slab on the floor. Stopping for a moment, then ducking down to your knees and pushing your rifle out of the way, you look at the spot. It sounds almost hollow, like a travelingers hiding spot. You consider for a moment, then look towards the door like a person is about to walk through. You wait a long moment out of pure precaution. Then fan the newspaper away and grab your knife out of your boot, sliding the blade between the board and twisting up. To your surprise it gives and reveals a compartment. You just can’t believe your luck. Almost greedily you push the tile away and stare in awe. A pack of bullets. A handgun. Some beef jerky. It almost makes you cry. Zipping your bag you swipe the bullets and the jerky. Debating for a moment if to take the gun you hear light voices outside. Few minutes away, tops.

Quickly and as quietly as you can you slide the board and the newspaper back, zipping up your bag and hauling ass to your feet to grab a map and leave. Guess the owner was coming back to re-up, no way someone random would wind up there. Well, other than you. The two voices get louder as you hear the feet stop and a gun load. The door being open is a bad omen, you suppose. You slip out the back window which luckily leads into a dense forest, and you dash into the lush green trees finding refuge behind a patch of large grown out boulders and greens.

The logical part of your brain is screaming for you to run but the human part is telling you to stay and manically watch the havoc you caused unfold. Plus, it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.

“Godamnit!” You hear a man shout, voice laced with a thick accent. Texan, you’d recognize your home state anywhere.

“At least they left the gun.” A younger voice calls out. From the large windows you can see them. A young girl, no older than 14 with a maroon jacket and beat up converse, Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, backpack with keychains swinging. Behind her an older man comes up, beard patchy with salt-and-pepper hair, guff and hardened. You can’t look away from him, eyes glued onto his flannel and matching rifle with yours. He turns and you swear he sees you but then his eyes keep moving. Checking the area seemingly unconsciously and you can tell he's danger. Something you would write about in your songs. You let that thought wash over you as he turns and are met with his broad back. You should probably leave. Knees cracking you stand and continue the long journey to Jackson, Wyoming.

In another life, mystery muse.

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K BYE

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou hbo #tlou #pedro pascal #joel tlou #joel x reader #tlou fanfic #Joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal x reader

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sofiaispunk · 11 months

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The Bakery Crush - Bonus Chapter

Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You are enjoying a girls' night out with Maria and your friend Libby, as a familiar face unexpectedly joins your group, igniting a surge of jealousy and unsettling those old, ugly emotions within you.

words: 3,6K

warnings: JEALOUSY, smut, bathroom quickie, Joel Miller being sexy, dirty talk, public sex

Your boots tapped lightly on the worn wooden floor as you made your way into the Tipsy Bison, a beloved sanctuary in the heart of Jackson.

It was early evening, and the sun's last rays slanted through the window, casting a warm glow on the inside. The scent of ale and spiced food, the murmur of familiar voices, the crackling fire in the corner - it was a cocoon of comfort and familiarity in a world that had long since lost its sense of normalcy.

You navigated through the well-known labyrinth of tables and stools, moving to your usual spot at the bar. Settling onto the worn wooden seat, you took a moment to adjust the dainty silver necklace adorning your neck, its small pendant catching the soft lighting of the room.

You were dressed comfortably, yet with a touch of femininity. A cute, lightweight tank top in a soft lavender hue draped over you, perfectly complementing your sun-kissed skin. The jeans you wore were form-fitting, their color a lighter shade that added to your overall ensemble. Practical, yet stylish boots hugged your feet, worn but still holding a touch of charm. Each piece was carefully chosen, functional for the world outside, yet allowing you to retain a semblance of the woman you were within these walls.

Your fingers twirled around the stem of the glass slid towards you by the bartender. Its contents sparkled in the dimming light, promising the familiar burn and momentary oblivion. As you took a small sip, your eyes scanned the crowd. Familiar faces, each etched with their own tale of survival, greeted you, providing a comforting, if bittersweet, sense of community.

Then, you spotted them. Maria, with her ever-warm smile and caring eyes, and Libby, her humor often providing much-needed respite. However, there was a new face among them. Kira.

Jealousy, an old and unwelcome emotion, simmered at the pit of your stomach. It was an emotion you hadn't anticipated, especially when deep down, you knew you had no legitimate reason to feel such a way.

Your mind traveled back to a quiet night, wrapped in the warm cocoon of Joel's arms, where he had assured you that their past had been nothing more than close friendship. "We never even kissed," he'd murmured reassuring into your hair, his voice holding a note of sincerity that made your heart flutter. Despite this, seeing Kira in the flesh, sitting with YOUR friends, a wave of unease washed over you.

You shook the feeling off, reminding yourself of the reality of your relationship with Joel. He had chosen to be with you, and the past was exactly where it should remain - in the past. You sipped your drink, forcing a calm smile onto your face as you made your way over to the table.

As soon as Maria's eyes met yours across the crowded room, her face broke into a beaming smile, the warmth of her expression cutting through the chill of your surprise. "There you are!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying over the ambient noise of the bar. "We've been waiting for you the whole evening!"

Feeling the warmth of her welcome, you couldn't help but respond with a smile of your own. The lingering feelings of jealousy and surprise began to fade, replaced with the comforting familiarity of your friendship. With a small chuckle, you moved closer to their table. "I even closed up the bakery early to make it here on time," you told her.

Your eyes flicked to Kira once more. Maria, ever the perceptive one, caught your gaze as it wandered over to Kira. "Ah, let me introduce you two," she said, motioning between you and Kira. "Kira, this is—"

"We've already met," Kira interrupted gently, her eyes meeting yours. There was no hint of malice in her voice, only simple recognition. "At the movies, remember?"

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks as the memory crashed down on you. It was a night you’d rather forget, a memory that had the power to make you cringe. You and Joel, sat uncomfortably close in the dark theater, Kira unknowingly wedged between what was budding between the two of you. An unfortunate timing.

You forced a small, polite smile onto your face. "Yes, of course, I remember," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "It was... quite the movie." You quickly shifted your gaze back to Maria, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction. "How's Tommy doing? I heard he was planning another patrol outside the gates this week."

Maria's eyebrows furrowed as she contemplated your question. "Yes, he is going out with Joel," she confirmed. "Although, Joel doesn't seem too thrilled about it." There was a hint of concern in her voice. "I've been wondering if something's up with him. He's usually fine with patrols, but this past week, he's seemed...busy, distracted, always somewhere else."

Libby chimed in at that moment, her tone light and teasing. "He does seem way less grumpy than usual," she said with a chuckle, prompting a round of laughter from the table.

"Oh, speaking of which," Libby continued, her grin widening. "He stopped by the botanical section the other day, asking for flowers. He was smiling the whole time. Said it was for someone special."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at that. But then Libby turned her gaze to Kira, giving her a playful wink.

Your mind couldn't help but wander back to a moment from not too long ago. You were in the kitchen, the scent of cooking potato soup - Joel's favorite - permeating the air. The simple act of stirring the pot felt comfortable, almost soothing.

Suddenly, you felt Joel's strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath warmed your neck before his lips pressed gently against your skin, sending shivers of delight down your spine. You tried to scold him, playfully protesting, "Joel, I'm trying to cook here!"

But he silenced you by spinning you around and pressing his lips to yours, his kiss stealing your breath away. All thoughts of the simmering soup were forgotten as you fell into the passionate exchange, your heart pounding in your chest.

Breaking away from the kiss, Joel reached behind him and revealed a small bouquet of wildflowers mixed with lilies. He offered them to you with a smile that was both tender and full of love. "Some flowers for my beautiful flower," he'd said, his voice thick with affection. Tears of joy had welled up in your eyes that night, and you had thrown your arms around him, the scent of the flowers mingling with the familiar scent of Joel.

"Oh, I didn't get any flowers yet," Kira mused aloud, causing your eyes to involuntarily roll. You remained silent, your thoughts left unspoken: Of course, you haven't because they were given to me.

Kira turned to Libby, her curiosity piqued. "Did he get peonies or roses? He knows those are my favorites."

A small sigh escaped your lips, your fingers tightening around your glass. Nope, lilies. My favourites.

“They were lilies, I think." Libby frowned in thought for a moment, then answered.

Maria jumped into the conversation with her usual enthusiasm. "So what's the deal between you and Joel, Kira?" she asked, her voice teasing. "Should I be calling you sister-in-law already?"

The words struck you like a punch, and you felt a surge of anger bubbling within you. It was times like these where you wished you could scream out loud that Joel was with you, not Kira. But you bit your tongue, respecting Joel's wish for privacy. You didn't fully understand why he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, but you respected his decision nonetheless.

At Maria's question, Kira blushed slightly, casting her gaze down. "Maybe, yes," she admitted, a hint of shyness creeping into her voice. "You know how Joel can be... a bit cold, distant."

The words hit you like a brick. No, he's not. Joel was the warmest, most loving person you knew. His gruff exterior hid a heart as vast and deep as the ocean.

"He isn't much for affection," Kira continued, her eyes distant, "doesn't like too much touching."

Again, you felt a strong disagreement well up within you. This couldn't be further from the truth. Joel was constantly touching you, his hands finding yours in quiet moments, his arms wrapping around you in the dark of the night, craving closeness, providing warmth and comfort.

"But I think I got to him," Kira finished, her tone hopeful. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself once more that you knew the truth. Joel had chosen you, and it was your shared moments that mattered, not the assumptions of others. So you sat there, quietly nursing your drink, a forced smile playing on your lips, while your heart screamed a different story.

Libby picked up where Kira left off, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Kira, you're one lucky woman," she said, her words laced with a teasing tone. "Joel is... sexy, to say the least. I mean, who wouldn't want to do all sorts of forbidden things with him?"

She laughed, her voice carrying easily in the noise of the bar, as she launched into a story. "Do you remember when my bed was broken and Joel came to fix it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "I swear, all I could do was stare at his biceps flexing as he worked. I kept imagining all the...well, let's say interesting things I would do with him on that bed that could possibly break it all over again."

Libby's words drew a round of laughter from the group.

Kira joined in the laughter, her eyes shining with amusement. But she couldn't resist throwing out a playful warning. "Careful, Libby," she said with a grin, "He's mine."

Yeah, actually he‘s mine.

"Speaking of the devil," Maria suddenly exclaimed, her eyes shifting to the entrance of the bar.

Your gaze followed her line of sight and you saw them: Tommy and Joel, striding into the bar, their usual airs of relaxed confidence about them. They paused at the entrance, scanning the room, before Maria waved them over, a broad smile spreading across her face.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as Joel's eyes met yours, a silent exchange passing between you. The world around you seemed to fade as you locked eyes, a quiet understanding blossoming in the depths of your shared gaze.

Tommy was the first to approach your table, his steps brimming with an easy confidence. He crouched down next to Maria, planting a loving kiss on the top of her head, a gesture that caused a warm smile to bloom across her face.

"How's the girls' night going?" Tommy asked, his gaze twinkling with friendly curiosity as he looked around the table. "What are we gossiping about?"

His question was met with a chorus of laughter from everyone at the table. His easygoing nature and lighthearted question helped to dissolve any residual tension from earlier conversations.

Maria responded to Tommy's inquiry with a dismissive wave of her hand, "None of your business," she retorted, but her tone was light, filled with playful annoyance. Despite her words, she moved over to make room for him to sit.

Joel returned from the bar just in time, a glass of whiskey in each hand. He passed one to Tommy, who accepted it with a nod of thanks. Joel placed his own glass next to you, but the usual warmth in his eyes seemed to be replaced by a seriousness that made you pause.

"Can I talk to you?" Joel asked you, his voice low, his gaze piercing.

You looked up at him, slightly taken aback by his serious demeanor. His usually expressive eyes were carefully guarded, revealing nothing of what he was thinking or feeling.

Kira, along with the rest of the group, was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. "What's wrong, Joel? Did something happen?" she asked, concern lining her words.

But Joel paid her no mind, his gaze remained fixated on you. His silence seemed to amplify the collective confusion at the table.

However, respecting his unspoken request, you gave him a quick nod, excusing yourself from the table. You followed Joel, your heart pounding with anticipation.

Joel guided you to a secluded backroom, where a small bathroom stall provided a private space. As you stepped inside, he swiftly followed, closing the door behind him. Before you could utter a single word, he pressed you against the door, his body emanating a fiery heat that melded with yours. Raising your gaze, you found yourself ensnared in the depths of his deep brown eyes, the usual warmth giving way to a smoldering intensity that consumed his stare.

The unmistakable desire etched across his face elicited a mischievous smirk from your lips. "What do you think you're doing, Miller?" you breathed, your voice trembling ever so slightly as he peppered your throat with tantalizing open-mouthed kisses. His hands skillfully worked on the button of your jeans, his urgency notable in every motion.

Joel lifted his head to look at you, his gaze heated. "What does it look like, my pretty flower?" His voice was low, almost a growl, which sent a thrill of anticipation through you. He moved closer, his breath fanning across your face, making you shudder with desire. "I missed you," he admitted, his words laden with longing. The sincerity and rawness of his confession stoked the simmering desire within you, and you started to palm his growing bulge through his Jeans.

“And you couldn't wait till we are home?” you asked innocently, loving the way his skilled hands felt against you. “No.” he answered shortly. In a swift motion he turned you around and pushed you against the counter, your thighs pressing against the cold granite. He pushed down your jeans and underwear and dipped his middle finger without warning in your wet heat then dragged it slowly up, messaging your clit painfully slowly. “’s always so wet for me baby. Just be happy I didn't fuck you right there on the table.” He picked up his speed as he simultaneously pumped lazily his own length.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. Moments later he held his palm up your face. “Spit, baby. We don’t have much time. Your friends will worry about you.” You immediately obeyed and spit on his palm. With a last few pumps, he tightly gripped your waist and lined himself up on your entrance and with one hard thrust he filled you up completely. “Fucking mine.” A loud surprised moan, almost a scream escaped you and Joel quickly covered your mouth with his palm. “Shhh baby, you don’t want them to hear you do you?” You continued to moan loudly, his palm slightly muffling your noises but if someone was close to the door they unmistakably could hear what was going on in there.

Joel was pounding merciless into you, restraining his own moans and growls. “Or do you want them to hear you? You want them to hear me fucking you. You want them to know you're my little slut, don’t you?” His hand traveled down to your throat squeezing it lightly which gained him another loud moan. He then lightly pushed your head up so you could see yourself in the tiny mirror in front of you. Lips parted, his hand around your throat, your hair a total mess. “Look at you. Look how fucking pretty you look. Getting fucked while your friends are outside. Taking my cock so well in this filthy bathroom like a filthy girl huh, you would have let me fuck you on the table too, wouldn’t you? Because you are my little filthy slut.“ It was all too much, Joel pounding into you hitting this perfect spongy spot inside you with each trust, him playing with your sensitive clit and whispering all these dirty things into you ear. After two more thrusts you screamed his name, drenching his penis with your juices and Joel followed soon after.

As he affectionately cleaned you up with a wet paper, his touch soothing, he murmured, "I saw the way you looked at her, baby. But don't ever doubt that you're mine. I don't want my pretty flower to be insecure." His words melted away any lingering insecurities, and you felt a surge of warmth fill your chest.

You reached out to gently cup his face, your eyes brimming with affection. "I know," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. "It's just that I wish I could shout it to the world, how Joel Miller is making me the happiest woman alive!"

With a theatrical flourish, you waved your hands dramatically in the air, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Joel's eyes sparkled with adoration as he gazed up at you, his smile matching the radiance in your own. In that moment, his smile became the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, a stark contrast to the earlier seriousness etched across his features.

You stepped out of the bathroom first, taking a moment to compose yourself and fix your disheveled clothing, collecting your breath before rejoining the group. As you sat back down, all eyes turned to you, their curiosity palpable. Maria was the first to break the silence, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay? You look flushed. Did you cry? Is everything alright?"

Damn you, Joel, you thought, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Your face turned even redder as you mustered a smile and stammered out, "Yes, I'm okay. It was nothing, really."

Tommy's eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked at you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Was it a hard conversation? Or slippery smooth? Or maybe a bit of both? Looks like it had a satisfying outcome," he teased, his words hinting at a deeper understanding.

Kira, on the other hand, looked more confused than ever, clearly lost in the midst of the cryptic conversation. You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole, desperate to escape the prying questions and knowing glances.

To your relief, Joel arrived, diverting the attention away from you and relieving some of the pressure. He plopped down next to you, casually reaching for his whiskey, and the rest of the group seemed to sense that prying into his private conversation with you would be futile, so the topic was dropped.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Kira subtly leaning towards Joel, but he purposefully ignored the gesture. Libby, ever playful yet hesitant, was the first to break the silence. "So, Joel, planning something with those flowers?" she asked, a mischievous tone lacing her words. Joel's smile was genuine as he replied, "That was just a small surprise for my girl." My girl.

Kira was a bit surprised by that but she teasingly chimed in, "Oh yeah? I haven't gotten them yet, Joel." She playfully grabbed his biceps, emphasizing the light-hearted flirty banter.

Joel glanced at Kira, barely acknowledging her presence, and raised an eyebrow in response to her comment. "Yeah, I know," he replied nonchalantly. He swiftly finished the contents of his glass in one fluid motion before turning to you, his gaze filled with a magnetic intensity. " Babe, are you ready to go home? I'm not done with you yet," he asked you, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

Kira froze in surprise, the rest of the group left in stunned silence. Maria turned to Tommy, her voice laced with disbelief. "Did you know?" she asked, her eyes searching for answers. Tommy simply shrugged, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Everyone with eyes knows, Maria. Just look at them," he replied, his tone tinged with amusement. As you bid your goodbyes, a sense of satisfaction and overwhelming happiness enveloped you. Joel made sure to hold your hand tightly, giving a reassuring squeeze that conveyed to everyone around that you belonged to him. It was a silent declaration of love and possessiveness, a confirmation of the bond you shared.

As you walked together, Joel leaned in close, his voice a tender whisper against your ear. "You can scream it now if you want," he murmured.

A wide grin spread across your face as the weight of secrecy lifted from your shoulders. In that moment, surrounded by the darkness and the glow of streetlights, you felt an exhilarating freedom. Without hesitation, you turned to Joel, your voice filled with joy and love, and let your words ring out into the night.

"I love Joel Miller!" you exclaimed, your voice carrying with it the depth of your emotions. The words echoed through the empty streets, a proclamation of your love for all to hear.

#pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fic #the last of us hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou x reader #tlou series #tommy miller #dbf!joel miller #hbo the last of us #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #the last of us

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elliezlils11utt · 5 months

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🩹SWEETHEART🏐

Mean/Volleyball player!ellie x soft!volleyball player!reader

Summary: you make it to the finals and hear rumors about a girl on the team your playing. Before your game against her you meet the mystery girl in the bathroom~ (pt: 1/?)

An: I really hope this kinda gets a little bit of attraction! My first time posting a actual fic on here!! Feedback would be highly appreciated🫶🏽🫶🏽

The scoreboard reads “10 | 24” second game. This could be the winning point. The ball flies into your hands as the players on the court shift into their new positions. The air in the room is thick and filled with anticipation. You smack the ball to the floor, slamming your hand in the middle of it. It jumps back into your grasp and you take a deep breath. You toss the ball above your head, throwing your arm back, readying your palm. You slap the ball forward, and is flys over the net. Quickly, you fall into line with the rest of your team.

“Got it!” you could hear one of the players from across the net call out to the rest of her team. She slides over to the ball and bumps back to your side of the court.

“Mine!” you claim the ball and throw yourself at it, passing it to your setter, Abby Anderson. Her finger tips graze the ball and it floats through the air. You watch as your teammate catches the ball mid air with her palm. She slams it on the floor of the opposing side and the crowd goes wild. Everyone rushes over into a huddle congratulating each other.

“Fuck yeah! Good game yall!” you shout over the crowds applauds.

After finishing up with the game you were taking a drink from your water bottle when your friend Dina appeared in front of you. She squealed a little before grabbing your hands.

“Oh my god! y/n you were so good out there!”

“Heh- thanks de!” you giggled.

“Looks like we're going to the finals. Do you know who we're up against?”

“Yeah actually. I heard you're going against jackson.” That name seemed so familiar..

“Jackson?” Abby cuts into your conversation. Dina nods eagerly. Confirming they were our new rivals.

“Oh shit. That's the team Ellies on right..?” abby asks

“You know Ellie..?” Dina tilted her head a bit in confusion.

“Um yes? She's all anyone in the league talks about. Supposedly she's really good on the court. And I've heard she's slept with a girl from every team she's defeated.”

“Oh um this is awkward…” dina states

“Ellie’s one of my best friends..”

You stand there a bit in shock. Your eyes widen and you giggle a little at the situation.

“Oh fuck, I- uh- sorry.” Abby stamers clearly embarrassed she was shit talking Dinas good friend.

You punch Abby in the arm playfully. You finish packing up your stuff and set off.

“Cya tomorrow so we can kick some jackson ass!” you call back to your remaining teammates as you leave the doors to the auditorium.

(Time skip bc I’m lazy☺️)

You stand in the mirror, fixing your hair into a high ponytail. You tie a dainty pink bow into your hair and pull the two front strands out. You grab your bag before heading off.

You arrive at the tournament center 30 minutes early to get some practice in. To your surprise a couple of your teammates had the same idea. As well as a couple people from the other team. So much for not getting distracted. You rush over to to teammates who are all huddling together giggling and whispering to each other staring across the net,

“Hey guys! What's up?” You turn to see what they are looking at but can't seem to find the source of their destruction.

“Williams.” One of them whispers and points to a short girl with short brown hair who was bumping a ball to herself. Her jersey is way too big for her and she wore tight black shorts. You look a little confused on why they were all gushing over her.

“Uh, so what..?” You ask, turning back to the group.

“So? She's so pretty! Don't you think so?”

“I guess? But shouldn't we be focusing on practicing? Common guys, we are so close to winning the tournament. Keep ur heads in the game.” you try to motivate them but their eyes stay glued to the girl. You mumble something under your breath and turn to head to the bathroom. They were being so immature. And during the finals?

You push the door open to the women's restroom and stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hands lay on either side of the sink. You bring the cold water up to your face and it splashes over your features. The door flies open and the same girl from earlier stomps in. She stops when she sees you and looks down at your jersey. Her eyes roll and she walks to the sink next to you. What was her problem? Your eyebrows knit themselves together and glance at her.

“Do you need something..?” She says in a blunt tone as she ties her hair into a bun that sits right above her neck.

“Oh- uh no.” you mutter as you turn around and lean on the counter. Silence falls between you for a second.

“I look forward to playing you! I heard you have a mean serve.” You compliment. Trying desperately to lighten the mood. The corners of her mouth curve into a sly smile.

“Yeah, jus don't get your sights set on winning, sweetheart.” Ellie hissed back, stepping in front of you. She winked at you as she walked out. Your mouth falls a little. You stand there in shock.

“What. the. Actual fuck” you mumble to youself. She may be pretty but god was she an asshole. You shake your head trying to get her out of it.

#tlou #abby tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #ellie tlou #volleyball player!ellie #mean!ellie #volleyball player!abby #best friend!dina

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imtryingmybeskar · 1 year

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Come Home Chapter Twenty

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Word count: 4593

You and Joel settle into your relationship, but Ellie's suspicions are high.

I've taken some liberties here with the order of Ellie’s journal.

Come Home

Chapter Twenty - Scene

The days that follow are more full of colour than you ever remember there being in the world. Bright, golden sunlight, skies of the deepest azure, verdant green grasses, delicate white and opulent pink of the cherry blossoms and magnolia trees that erupt in gardens and send their petals cascading through the town like confetti.

Both you and Joel attend to your normal tasks in Jackson – you with your rehabilitation appointments and helping in any way that you can while you’re still hobbled by your shoulder, and he with scouting, building, farming, any number of chores that he is asked to do. While you always enjoyed going beyond the walls of Jackson with him, you now find it a fraught affair when he goes out without you. There is a ball of agonised anxiety that takes root in the pit of your stomach and that doesn’t leave until he inevitably returns, always with reassurances that he’s okay and that there is nothing to worry about. You enjoy watching him at his carpentry far more and he has caught you actively ogling him on more than one occasion. Well, how can you help it when he looks like that? When his biceps curl and strain against his short sleeves as he saws and hammers? When his t shirt darkens at his neck and the small of his back and clings to him as he works? When he stretches up to measure the timber and you get a peek of that beautiful line of hair that stretches downward from his navel?

“We ain’t gonna have to tell folks if you keep on lookin’ at me like that,” he chuckles quietly one evening as you busy yourself in your kitchen making food for the three of you.

“Can’t help it. You look too good,” you say simply as you add salt and pepper to the pot.

“I didn’t say I had a problem with it,” he asserts smoothly as he plants dainty kisses across the nape of your neck, making you shiver and goosepimple before stepping back a respectable distance in case Ellie came charging in without knocking.

She’s doing that a lot these days, and you can’t help but feel like she’s trying to catch you in the act. You’re aware that Joel hasn’t told her what has changed between the two of you, but you can see the suspicion in her eyes when they flit between you when you talk and laugh, and she no longer makes excuses to leave you alone together after your game nights or dinner. So, you and Joel snatch time together whenever you can and the desperation of the stolen kisses between you only serve to ramp up the intensity of your feelings. In the stables, behind the barn, in the clinic after your physiotherapy when he comes to walk you back to your house, and once in the toilets of the Tipsy Bison when you were both…well…tipsy. It’s never gone further than kissing, but the crush of his mouth against yours and the taste of him on your tongue is something you know you could never get tired of.

You understand why he hasn’t said anything to her. This is so new, such untrodden territory and right now you couldn’t even put a name to it to begin talking with Ellie about what was going on. Besides, you felt it was up to him to decide when was right. While you and her were close, she was still his family and you had to believe that he knew what was best for her and for them.

The sling comes off just over two weeks after it went on and you’re overjoyed that you can now not only begin to do things with two hands, but that you can hold Joel close to you properly, something which you do mere minutes after you’ve got rid of the thing and Doctor Graham leaves the room.

“Eager,” he teases gently as he gathers you to him and strokes his hands softly down your back.

“Damn right,” you agree, testing your newfound freedom by hugging him as tightly to you as your shoulder will allow.

Day to day life comes easier after that, though Maria is still reluctant to give you anything too strenuous to work on. Still, you manage to do simple farming chores – watering the plants in the greenhouses, feeding the chickens and collecting their eggs, picking the produce that was ready – and you throw yourself into your tasks, savouring the new freedom of your body and how it is getting stronger.

Ellie, however, is still desperate to rid herself of farming duties. She asks Maria if she can work with Joel for a while instead, and when she agrees he begins teaching her the basics of carpentry. She’s good at it and you love the way you see Joel swell with pride when he can see the physical results of the knowledge he’s imparting. Truth be told, you’re glad she has something to distract her. She definitely knows something is going on, but because no one has been forthcoming with information she has drawn back and become a little more distant than usual. It’s worrying to you, that perhaps she wouldn’t approve of what you and Joel were doing. And that if she really couldn’t stand the idea, you would have to give him up for the sake of their relationship. There would be no other choice, either for you or him, you knew that. But the thought of it caused your heart to clench painfully, imagining seeing him every day but being unable to be as close to him as you wanted to be.

One afternoon after you’ve been to visit Mrs. Drew, who is now becoming less grumpy and more inclined to give you little knick-knacks and presents every time you visit her with groceries and other supplies, you stop by where they are working alongside Tommy. They seem to be building a new chicken coop and the air is thick with the sound of sawing and ringing hammers. You hang back at first, not wanting to disturb them while they’re busy, but as soon as Joel spots you he grins and immediately downs his tools.

“You good?” he asks.

“All fine,” you affirm. “Just wanted to say I’ve got some stew going back home if you’re hungry. Come over if you feel up to it. Or I can bring it to you guys if you’re tired.”

“Well…I am kinda beat today,” says Joel, his smile sliding into something a little more weary. “If you wouldn’t mind…”

“Not at all,” you say softly, and you have to tear your eyes from his face before it becomes too obvious that looking away from him is the last thing you want to do right now. You turn to Ellie with a questioning look instead to see how she feels about having dinner delivered to her, but her eyes are narrowed and not missing a trick. She’s giving you both appraising looks, from one to the other, as if trying to work you out.

“Ellie?” you prompt, trying to sound casual. “You want me to bring your food to your place? Or eat at Joel’s?”

“Whichever,” she says shiftily, and you sigh internally at her abruptness.

“Tommy? You and Maria want in?”

“Ah thanks, but we’ve got plans tonight,” he replies. “But you three should come to ours at some point. Maybe before movie night on Saturday?”

You had completely forgotten that a movie night was on the cards, but found yourself looking forward to it. And you were always happy to reap the benefits of someone else’s cooking.

“Sounds good to me,” says Joel. “Ellie?”

“Yeah. Cool,” she responds ambivalently as she shifts some wood around.

“Well, that’s a plan then,” Tommy confirms.

You depart shortly after, not wanting to arouse Ellie’s suspicions any further than they already were by goggling at Joel while he was trying to work. As the stew is simmering away quite happily on its own and the evening outside is pleasant you decide to do something small to celebrate having both hands at your disposal again. When Mrs. Drew had discovered that you had liked to knit and sew prior to the outbreak, she had insisted that you take a set of needles and some yarn, and also gave you permission to come and use her sewing machine as you saw fit.

The wooden chair on your porch is made more comfortable with the addition of a cushion, and you set a steaming cup of peppermint tea on the table, the fresh leaves harvested from one of the plants that you and Ellie have nurtured between you. Sweet springtime scents of grass and magnolia are carried to you on the warm breeze. Flowers that are starting to flourish in gardens and that bud in window boxes nod along to it, the rustle of leaves a soothing hiss of background noise. A gentle peace permeates the evening. Your fingers are clumsy as first, having not made these subtle movements in such a long time. But before long the muscle memory is revived and you begin to create rows in earnest, vague thoughts of Christmas scarves and hats for Ellie and Joel flitting through your mind.

After a time, distant voices begin to filter through the peace that surrounds you and you smile to yourself as you recognise the sounds of your neighbours making their way home.

“-found all these art supplies,” Ellie is saying. “It was pretty cool.”

“Where did you say this was?” asks Joel.

“Just an old campground,” Ellie says shiftily. “On the edge of Jackson. No one had been in there for a while.”

Though you were still a relative newcomer to Jackson, you didn’t recall there being any kind of place within its walls.

Joel is clearly thinking along the same lines because he begins “I don’t remember seein’-“ before Ellie steamrollers through his sentence and continues talking.

“So Dina went back to get more paper and made me this!”

They emerge into your line of sight, Ellie with a gaudily colourful paper crown on her head, and Joel eyeing her suspiciously. His face clears as he catches sight of you behind her, and Ellie turns to regard you too.

“It’s a good look for the Queen of Jackson,” you smile and are rewarded when she beams back at you. You stand and stretch, rolling your shoulders gently and not missing the way that Joel’s eyes drop to your chest as you puff it out. You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face, and he gives an unabashed grin in return. “You guys ready for some food?”

“God yes, I’m starving,” she says eagerly.

“Jus’ give us some time to wash up,” Joel adds, and Ellie throws her head back with an exaggerated and exasperated groan that he is delaying her mealtime a while longer.

Once back in your kitchen, you spoon a good proportion of the stew into a red ceramic crock pot and place the lid on it before carrying it across to Joel’s house, your shoulder only mildly protesting at the strain it is under.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Joel beams once he answers the door, and the term of endearment makes you smile shyly. “Come on in. Let me take that…Jesus! This thing is really fuckin’ heavy! You sure you should be strainin’ that shoulder?”

You grin at his fussing over you.

“Well the doc did say I can do more with it. I need to build up the muscles again before I can think of starting to go back outside, so…” You trail off as you follow him into his house, hoping he understands that you want to get back out there with him as soon as possible.

He places the stew on his stove and you move to the cutlery drawer to begin the process of setting the table.

“Nuh-uh,” he chides softly as he comes up behind you and closes the drawer again. “Ellie’s upstairs takin’ her shower and I feel like I ain’t seen you in days.”

"Joel, you literally saw me twenty minutes ago," you smirk as you turn to him.

"Daaaays," he repeats softly as he cages you with his arms against the counter top and kisses you hungrily. God you were never going to get enough of this. You can feel his desire in the movement of his lips, feel how he’s holding himself back from devouring you, feel the delicious tension in the low rumbling moan that he can’t stop himself from emitting. But his hands are gentle as they slide from the counter to hold you closer, one continuing its path up your back and neck and around your face until it presses delicately against your cheek, cradling your jaw and holding you exactly where you both want you to be. He’s always so gentle with you, even when you cling to each other desperately in the darkness of the barn, even when you know there is so little time that you can steal, there is always a tenderness in his actions.

Sometimes you wish he would be a little rougher.

The thought rises unbidden and it fans the embers that seem to be constantly within you these days to a sudden roar. You press yourself against him more fully, sliding your hands around his hips, up under his shirt and running them over the rippled muscles of his shoulders with careless abandon. The shuddering exhalation that your skin on his elicits from him provokes a near savage feeling somewhere within and your kisses burn hotter, more desperate as you trail your lips over the hair at his jaw, mouthing at his neck as you rake your nails softly down his back.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers fervently. “You…you gotta stop.”

You break away from him immediately, and take in his now slightly dishevelled, panting self, his eyes dark and wild as they look at you, his lips swollen from the bruising kisses you had shared. Did you do that? With a few simple touches of your hands and lips?

“Sorry,” you murmur, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “I just…you’re just-”

“I know,” he says, kissing you chastely and smiling cheekily. “So are you. But I can’t be all riled up just before dinner.”

“Well…it’s a little late for me,” you confess, running your hands through his soft waves.

Before he can respond you hear a door close upstairs. You both look toward the sound and then back at each other, and he plants one last soft kiss on your forehead before sliding his hands back from around your waist. You smile to yourself as you hear Ellie begin to move around upstairs, and you begin to rifle through the cutlery drawer again.

Dinner is a little more uncomfortable than you expected. You’re trying to keep your eyes off Joel as much as possible, certain that at these close quarters Ellie’s scrutiny of your behaviour will reveal something you don’t want it to. Instead you mostly look at her, or down at your plate, and every time you risk a look at Joel he seems to be doing the same thing. In between eating, the three of you talk about what you think will be shown at the movie night, how Ellie is enjoying being away from farming, how you think your shoulder is healing. The usual, pleasantly innocuous conversation you would expect to find at the dinner table and you begin to slide into a more relaxed feeling about the evening.

And that’s when Ellie strikes.

You swear she waits until the precise moment Joel takes a large swig of water before she speaks.

“So…you guys fucking?”

It works. Joel’s eyes bulge comically as he splutters and then spits his water all over the table and his empty plate and begins coughing violently.

“Well, that’s a yes,” she mutters, her eyes dancing gleefully.

“E-Ellie! Christ!” he wheezes between coughs.

“Oh please. You two are so not subtle. And you-" She points at Joel accusingly "-were waaaay too happy that whole trip out to the museum.”

“I was happy…because…I was with you…ungrateful…child!”

“Yeah, but-“

She suddenly looks uncertain and her eyes dart between you and Joel. You look down at your own plate and bite your lip. It wasn’t your place to say anything if Joel wasn’t ready to tell her. In all things concerning Ellie, he would necessarily have to be the one to make final decisions of this kind. It was just how it was. You had no desire to complicate their relationship or insert yourself where you weren’t wanted, nor to take a father from a girl who had already seemingly lost so much. At the same time, she wasn’t stupid and you didn’t want to lie.

You look up again to find Joel looking at you. He’s still clearing his throat, trying valiantly to dislodge the remnants of the water in there. He gives a tiny nod, and you take that as your cue to proceed.

“Not…not fucking, no."

“But you are together?”

“If we were would that be okay?”

Ellie sighs deeply and speaks as if what she’s saying is the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, dummies. It would be okay. I…I know you were worried about taking him away from me, but I also know that’s not going to happen. I just want this loser-“ she gestures at Joel again “-to be happy. And you make him happy. So…I’m happy. Just don’t be too gross, okay?”

Joel has finally stopped coughing and his smile is deep and radiant as he looks from Ellie to you.

“I think we can manage that,” he murmurs as he slides his hand across the table to capture yours.

“No. See. Gross. What did I just say?” Ellie scolds, but she’s smiling too as she says it.

The relief you feel is immense. Ellie was the one person that you had been truly worried about in this whole situation, but her assurances and the way her eyes had sparkled when she saw how happy Joel was at her words had successfully put those fears to rest. You’re both still careful around her for the rest of the evening – nothing that could be construed as “gross” for a sixteen year old around her father – but he sits a little closer to you than he would normally, allows his hand to rest briefly on the small of your back as you all help to clear the table. Tiny gestures that mean so much because they come from him and because he doesn’t feel the need to hide them any longer.

Only once during the rest of the week does it get awkward. By mutual agreement, you and Joel are still not openly engaging in anything other than friendly interactions publicly. It’s not that you don’t want people to know, more that the perceived weight of the town’s expectation that you would become something more to each other seems too much to deal with right now when everything is so new.

“I like havin’ you, havin’ this all to myself for now,” Joel says succinctly one night on the sofa after Ellie has gone to bed. He leans into you, pressing you down against the cushions and resting his weight on one arm as he lies above you.

You’ve always got me to yourself,” you reply, running your hand over his tensed bicep and feeling those embers flare into sparks in your abdomen. “You seen yourself, Miller? You think I ever even looked at anyone else in this town?”

“Well shucks,” he purrs, exaggerating that Texan twang. “Pretty lady like you givin’ out compliments like that? You’re gonna give me a big head.” He slides his nose over yours softly before leaning in further to kiss you.

“Oh shi-“

Joel scrambles up from his position as if he’s been burned at the sound of Ellie’s horrified, bitten off expletive. You sit up too and whirl toward her far too forcefully, earning yourself a biting jab of pain through your shoulder and arm.

“Sorry,” she says with a grimace, covering her eyes with one hand. “I forgot my Walkman in here.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you echo, mortified beyond belief. “I should go."

“No, no!” she replies, her voice high and taut with her own embarrassment and still with her hand clapped over her eyes as if Medusa herself was in the room. “I should have knocked. My fault.”

“Ellie, you can take your hand away,” Joel says softly, and somehow he seems the most calm of all of you.

She peeks through her fingers, and when she sees you both sitting normally on the sofa breathes a small sigh and does what he says.

“This is still your house,” Joel continues. “And you come and go as you please. Ain’t nothin’ changin’ that. We just maybe gotta set some ground rules for this whole thing.”

“Like…don’t forget your Walkman?” she jokes weakly.

“Like maybe we keep certain things out of communal areas,” he smiles with a meaningful look at you.

“Hey, it’s your house. You guys set the rules here, I’m just a guest,” you babble, holding your hands up in submission.

“Little bit more than a guest at this point,” he murmurs.

“I’m just gonna shout whenever I come in,” Ellie announces as she grabs her Walkman from where it rests on the bookcase. “Waaay easier.”

Movie night is due to begin at seven on the Saturday evening and so just before five you, Joel and Ellie take the short walk through what passes for the suburbia of Jackson over to Maria and Tommy’s. Their house is closer to the centre of town – a modest, three bedroom affair much like your own. The warmth of cooking and the smell of something delicious hits you as soon as Maria answers the door and invites you in.

“We’re having chilli tonight,” she remarks as she gestures for you to sit down on the comfortable looking chairs in her living room. “Tommy insisted on cooking, so don’t blame me if it’s terrible!”

“Excuse me,” Tommy says as he suddenly appears from the kitchen wearing a sauce spattered apron with an invitation to “Kiss the Cook” on it and waving a wooden spoon in a vaguely threatening way. “My cookin’ is sublime!”

“Smores with cheese,” Joel pipes up. “That’s all I’m sayin’.”

“I ran outta marshmallow. And I was six!”

“No excuse for that monstrosity,” grins Joel as Tommy grumbles to himself while returning to the kitchen.

“God, I miss smores,” you sigh.

“What are smores?” Ellie asks.

“Marshmallow, chocolate and graham crackers toasted over a fire. Its so gooey and sweet…I wonder if twenty year old chocolate would really be that bad.”

“I’ll keep my eye out for some,” Joel promises, twinkling at the yearning expression you can feel on your face. His hand lands upon your knee, squeezing it briefly before withdrawing again. Maria doesn’t miss it.

“Glad to see you two have finally made up properly,” she says slyly.

“Yeah well…figured it was about time I got my head outta my ass,” Joel says sheepishly.

“Chance’d be a fine thing,” Tommy says, his voice floating in from the kitchen.

“Don’t make me come in there and shame that chilli,” Joel fires back, an amused expression on his face. “In fact,” he adds as he stands, “I am gonna go tell him all the things he’s doin’ wrong.” Mild and good natured bickering erupts between the brothers as soon as Joel steps into the kitchen and all three of you roll your eyes at each other and grin.

The chilli is delicious – just the right amount of heat, tender meat, a rich, thick sauce and buttery potato skins on the side. Joel teases that it was his guidance that made the meal so appetising, and you have to stifle your laugher at the outrage on Tommy’s face and in his voice.

After dinner, the five of you stroll into the town centre. People are gathering in the same building that the winter dance was held at, but when you walk in the room looks quite different to before. A projector has been set up at the back of the room, a large white sheet has been affixed to one wall and dozens of chairs have been squeezed in front of it. Children run and squeal as they play, their parents and guardians chatter happily above their noise.

“So what’s on?” you ask Tommy.

“Labyrinth. I was going to go with Indiana Jones, but Maria thought the face melting scene might be a bit too frightenin’ for the littler kids.”

“Ooof, yeah. I remember the first time I saw that. I was ten and it still freaked me out! But David Bowie’s lycra covered crotch should be fine, right?”

Tommy snorts a laugh. “Accordin’ to Maria. Annnd she is the boss.”

He moves away to make the last minute preparations for the evening and Joel takes his place, handing you a bottle of water before opening his own and taking a sip.

“Maybe I should get you some tight lycra pants, Miller,” you say softly so that only he can hear. “Pretty sure you’ve got the goods for them.”

For the second time that week, Joel chokes uncontrollably on his drink. So much so that Ellie looks across from where she’s sat next to a girl with a large and ornate lotus tattooed on her arm before rolling her eyes at the pair of you and resuming her conversation.

“Jesus Christ, woman. What brought that on?” he wheezes.

“Labyrinth,” you say casually, gesturing to the sheet ahead as the lights begin to dim.

Joel moves behind you, slides one big hand around your waist and pulls you tight against him in the darkness.

“Now you just settle down and behave,” he commands in a husky voice that you’re almost sure has nothing to do with the water he inhaled and that gives you a pleasant tingling shiver all up your spine. “Or I’ll have to stop givin’ you the one thing I know you want from me.”

You tip your head back so you’re face to face with him but upside down.

“Your cooking?” you ask, innocently.

“Damn straight,” he growls menacingly, his eyes twinkling and kind in the semi darkness. And then, so naturally you think he must have forgotten how public a place you’re both in, he kisses you. A soft, brief, chaste kiss, but a kiss nonetheless and when you tip your head the right way again he pulls you even tighter against him and you lace your fingers with him as they rest against your stomach. You settle against him, tuck your head comfortably against the crook of his neck and he kisses you again, this time on top of your head. You can see more than a few people glancing your way, most with small smiles on their faces, some looking a little sullen. This was it then. You and Joel together in public as a couple, no more secrecy or hiding. You can’t deny the rush of warmth that fills you, nor the dopey smile you know is stretched across your face. It feels too good to let people know. That he is yours and you are his.

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