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𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:  Joel Miller x f!Reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.6K - this was not meant to be this long, oops.

𝒂/𝒏: I'm feral for Joel Miller and I won't apologise for that. This ended up so much softer than I planned but Joel Miller deserves to be loved, goddmit. part two is already in progress ~ no beta, we die like men

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ - smut, post-apocalypse, pre-Ellie, age gap (mid/late 20s!reader x early 40s!Joel), first time, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it kids), Joel Miller has a big dick, risky creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, angst, implications of rape (does not involve reader or Joel), soft!Joel, fluff, idiots in love, innocence kink, Joel Miller is down bad. - minors do not interact.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Joel had found you cowering in the corner of a store in some godforsaken town somewhere in deep Texas, the twitching body of an infected splayed in front of you. He’d eyed you cautiously, keeping his distance, gun pointed directly at you, not afraid to pull the trigger. 

“No, please, no. I’m okay, I’m fine, not bitten. I promise. Please” you were frantic, begging for your life. 

“Just the one?” He’d asked, voice gruff and dark, he exuded danger. 

You nodded “It was out the back, I checked but I didn’t see it, then it just came out of nowhere”

He nods once “You alone?” 

“Yeah, it’s just me” you hadn’t moved from your spot on the floor, hands raised in surrender, shaking in fear.  

“Christ” the man mutters more to himself than to you, giving you the once over he lowers the gun “C’mon, I’m not leaving you here” 

Your time together was meant to be brief, Joel had planned to find you somewhere safe to stay, people you could live your life with, some sense of normality. Life would never be like it was before the outbreak but maybe he could find you a new version of living. 

It took two months to find the first group of settlers but Joel didn’t even let you near them, he’d checked them out alone, swiftly deciding it wasn’t a safe place for you, he didn’t say why. Another six months until the next group, they initially seemed better but the cries echoing outside the commune at night told Joel all he needed to know. 

It’s been exactly 2 years since he found you in that abandoned store, you’d managed to survive for six months, barely, living in a constant state of fight or flight. And then Joel came, Joel who took a chance on you, who shared his supplies and taught you to survive. Joel, who stood watch and let you sleep despite being exhausted himself, who bandaged your wounds, and made his own life harder just to make yours a little bit easier. 

Joel, who would watch the world burn just to make sure you were safe. 

You could still to this day, pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. You watched the world burn. Well not the world, just a decrepit cabin on the side of a road somewhere in Texas. He'd thought it was safe, he’d checked and double checked, the place was free of infected, or so he thought. The thick knit of your scarf was the first thing that saved your life that night, when the infected had come at you from behind, jumping out of the dark and going for your neck.  Joel hadn’t even hesitated, gun drawn and a bullet in its skull before you could even cry out for help. He’d reached for you, entwining his fingers with yours as he dragged you out of the building, kicking the cap off a gas canister as he went and throwing a lighter behind him as the door had shut. He pushed you ahead of him, protecting your body from the flames licking at the dry timber frame behind him.  

You realised you loved him, were in love with him, laying on the dusty ground, with Joel’s imposing body shielded yours. You felt safe, he was firm behind you, chest heaving with laboured breaths, arms wrapped around you, keeping you close, muttering softly into your ear, “it’s okay, it’s okay, I got ya”.

So by the time you came across the third group you’d become quite the survivor. Joel had taught you to defend yourself, how to shoot a gun, how to actually use a knife, the weak spots of a man. You’d wondered why he was teaching you this, why you needed to know how to break the grasp of hands around your throat, how to use his body weight against him. When you’d stumbled across a group of men, animals really, surrounding a woman on her knees, her sobs echoed in your ears and you’d immediately searched for Joel, hands shaking as you grasped at his arms, eyes wide and terrified, you finally understood.

“They… they. Shit Joel, they were…”  He didn’t need you to finish, he knew what they were doing. Within 20 minutes he had you both packed and on the road. 

You felt like you’d been walking for weeks, in reality it had only been three days but you were exhausted. You were heading East, Joel had heard about a group of women that had settled just across the state border. You trudged slowly behind Joel, the unseasonable heat making you sweat, boots kicking up dust with every step, lost in your own thoughts.

“What’s bugging you?” Joel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts

“We should’ve helped her,” you confessed.  It didn’t sit right, that you just left her there for those men to take what they wanted

“There’s nothing we could’ve done, no guarantee she’d be safe in the next place” he’d explained softly 

“Is that why you’ve not left me?” The question slips from your lips before you can stop it.

Joel stops, his eyes meet yours but he doesn’t answer, he can’t, can’t admit that he won’t leave you, can’t admit why he won’t leave you. He can’t admit that he loves you.

Darkness has fallen by the time you reach a safe house, a favour from a friend, he’d said. The house was neat, tidy and clean, if not a bit dusty. Joel clears downstairs first, checks upstairs and calls you up to the bedroom.  A small puff of dust is released from the bed as he drops your bags. One bed. There’s two of you and more than one bedroom, but you know he won’t let you out of his sight. He won’t risk it. 

“Joel?” you croak, voice trembling as you sit on the end of the bed.

“Hmm?” He’s stood by the dresser opposite the bed, removing his jacket and boots. 

“I… there’s something- uhh, shit” you pause, taking a shaky breath “listen, please don’t make a big deal of this but I want you to fuck me” 

“Darlin’, I’m not gonna do that” he responds almost immediately, doesn’t give himself time to even think about it, doesn’t let himself indulge in the possibility. 

Not that he’s not thought about it, God knows he has. He’s wanted you, wanted to feel your lips on his, feel your nails claw at his back as he takes you. But you never gave any indication you wanted it too, so he stayed respectful, well, as respectful as he could. There’d been nights he’d fisted his cock, your name a whisper on his lips as he came into his hand, while your sleeping body lay just inches away.

“Please” you barely whisper, he goes to speak, to reject you again, but you cut him off,  “Joel, please. I don’t- I want it to be you, I don’t want it to be like that” your eyes are pleading, silently begging “please” 

“You’ve not…? There’s not been anyone?” He asks tentatively, hoping he’s misunderstood, that you’re not actually asking that of him, he crosses the room, sitting next to you on the end of the bed. 

“I’ve been kinda busy, what with the end of the world and all that” you try and make a joke but it falls flat, sobering, shining a light on all the ways your life has been taken away from you, all the experiences you’ve missed out on. 

It shouldn’t be him, he knows it shouldn’t, he’s so much older, he’s cruel and ruthless and angry. You deserve something else, soft, gentle, loving. He can’t give you that. 

But if he doesn’t, if he says no and doesn’t do this for you, there’s no guarantee the next guy is going to love you, no guarantee that he won’t hurt you. For Joel, that decides it, he can’t give you what you deserve but he can give you something better than what’s out there. 

Cautious fingers on his leg startle him out of his thoughts, “Just once, just this once” His agreement doesn’t soothe you, it ignites something, butterflies rolling in your belly; you want this. 

You’d seen other men on your travels, the way they treated women, both good and bad. You’d thought, naively, that Joel might be like that too, that Joel might take you to his bed, fuck himself into you then roll over, pretend it never happened. But he never did, always respectful, barely ever touching you unless he had to, you’d shared beds, and bandaged each other up, but he’d never touched, never taken it further. “All right?” He nudges when you don’t respond

You nod tightly and whisper a “thank you”, sitting quietly in awkward silence, you don’t know what to do next, you’ve read books, you knew how to do this before but you didn’t know how to deal with an arrangement like this. 

Joel breaks the silence first “Do you want to… tonight or would you rather w-?”

“Tonight,” your response is a bit quick and Joel huffs an almost laugh “tonight is good”  

You don’t know how to phrase ‘lets just get it over and done with’ when you’re about to fuck someone for the first time. He stands then, grabbing something from his bag then dropping it to the floor. Liquid sloshes as Joel brings the flask to his lips, drawing in three times, brow furrowed. He hands the  flask to you “Drink” and the look in his eyes tells you not to question him. 

You take a sip and nearly retch, the taste burning your throat and nose, eyes watering. You hadn’t liked whiskey much before and while it’s rare to find anything else these days, you still hadn’t got used to the taste. You take another sip, stomaching this one better. You hold the flask back out to Joel and he takes another drag before placing it on the dresser with slightly more force than he meant.

In two steps he’s back across the room, his hands finding your face, calloused fingers dragging along the skin of your jaw, bringing you to meet his lips. The kiss is bruising and feverish, hot lips pressing to yours, he licks into your mouth and you moan, it’s sinful and sweet and Joel wants more. He wants to pull more pretty noises from you, wants to hear you scream his name. His cock responds eagerly, hardening in his jeans, he’s not felt desire like this in years, it’s burning through his blood, overwhelming his senses. 

Joel stands between your legs, tilting your chin up, bringing a knee to rest on the mattress between your thighs. One of his large hands moves to support your neck, the other tracing the line of your throat, gripping gently. The kiss has grown sloppy, Joel is breathing hard, nipping at your lips. His knee between your legs moves to press into your clothed core and despite the layers of fabric you can feel the heat of his thick thigh, your hips roll, chasing more pleasure and a groan escapes your throat unexpectedly. 

Joel’s hand drops from your throat, following the neckline of your shirt, down between your breasts, flicking the buttons open, exposing you to the humid air. He pushes the flannel off your shoulders, taking the straps of your bra with it, reaching behind you to unclasp it, inwardly pleased he managed the first try.   

You slide your hands to his waist, dragging his shirt with you, brushing your fingers across bare skin. Your fingers trace the waistband of his jeans but he reaches for your hands, wrapping a large hand around your wrists he pushes you flat, pinning your arms above your head. The other hand joins his knee between your legs, fingers teasing the seam of your jeans. 

“You asked me to fuck you,” he pulls a nipple into his mouth, teeth nibbling at the sensitive bud “n’ I will” It may have been a while but it’s really just second nature to him and he feels you shiver beneath him “gonna make you feel good darlin’”

“Joel” Your throat is dry and your voice cracks but it’s enough, his hands reach for the button of your jeans, working them down your legs while his mouth assaults your breasts. You can’t focus, it’s too much, his mouth, hands, the feel of his body, large and imposing over yours. He finally gets your jeans off, discarding them to the floor.

You reach for him, finding the buttons of his shirt, tugging gently but making your intentions clear, he allows your trembling fingers to fumble with the buttons for a minute before helping you, making quick work of the buttons, all but ripping the shirt down his arms, throwing it to the floor behind him before positioning himself between your thighs.

Joel’s hand runs up your outer thigh, fingers digging into the flesh of your bum. He trails kisses over your skin, behind your ear, down your jaw, across each of your breasts, fingers playing with the nipple neglected by his mouth. He moves his head down your exposed torso, tongue tasting the salty sweat on your skin you gasp softly as he reaches the waistband of your underwear, black lace, a little luxury that makes you feel pretty and feminine. He nudges the fabric with his nose, breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver, 

“You don’t have to” you whisper into the darkness.

A soft “yeah I do” is mumbled into your skin. He makes quick work of removing your underwear, dragging the lace down your legs and dropping them to the floor in a rather obscene gesture.

His mouth is back on your hips working his way to nuzzle at your folds, leaving open mouthed kisses and grazes of his teeth on your skin. His hands press against the back of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you wide. Joel’s eyes roll back in his head at the sight of you, pussy glistening in the dim light, the low growl that sounds in his chest shakes the bed and it takes all his restraint to take it slow, make it good for you. 

“This all for me?” He rubs his thumb through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, circling the little bundle. You look down at him between your spread thighs and nod. 

The sound you make when Joel flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your cunt is unholy, and when he flicks his tongue against your clit you can’t help the way a hand reaches for his hair and tugs, nor can you help the sharp cry of his name. 

Languid, is the word you’d use to describe the way Joel works at your cunt. Long, slow, lazy circles around your swollen clit, soft passes over the entrance to your cunt, not giving you more than that for what feels like hours. You catch on, quite quickly, that this is as much for Joel as it is for you, and you think he might be enjoying it the most.  

Joel hums around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, and the arch of your back is violent, a stark contrast to Joel’s gentle movements, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb to muffle your scream. 

“Don’t do that” a hand reaches up in the dark to pull your fist from your mouth, “wanna hear you” his breath is hot against your core, tongue lapping at you like a man starved. 

You’re hot, skin prickly with a layer of sweat, hips rolling, pushing your soaked pussy into Joel’s face, your clit catching on his nose as he teases your entrance with his tongue. 

“Jo-el” your voice is whiny to your own ears and your face heats at the sound “more, please more” 

Joel lets out a hum at your request, bringing two thick fingers to slide into you and already you feel the intoxicating spark of your orgasm approaching. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and the feeling shoots straight to his cock. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, your grip in his hair painful even to you.  “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Joel”

You’re so close that when Joel crooks his fingers and continues his assault on your clit, your orgasm tears through you. You stiffen, hissing a “Yesss”through gritted teeth, hands clawing at the sheets and Joel’s hair.

“‘Atta girl” he coos around your clit “tha’s it baby” The sound of Joel’s voice is muffled by the ringing in your ears and when you open your eyes all you can see is stars, flashes of white clouding your vision. 

Sensing his movement, you open your eyes and when they’ve adjusted to the darkness again, you can see the burly outline of Joel kneeling between your legs, his eyes drag down your body, fingers of his left hand gently caressing the bend of your knee. You sit up, reaching for his belt, tugging at the buckle. Joel watches as you pull his belt free, fingers ghosting over his length confined in the denim as you pull down the zip. 

When your fingers dip inside to grasp him he can’t stop the choked “fuck” that escapes his throat. Pulling him free of his boxers, your jaw drops at the size, fuck he’s thick, so thick, and swaying heavily between his legs, dripping with precum. With hesitant fingers you run the pad of your thumb down his slit, smearing the fluid, stopping to rub your thumb on the underside of his head. Joel can’t help the jerky twitch of his hips at the stimulation. You take that as a positive, repeating the action once, twice more, before calloused hands still your movements. You look up to Joel, confusion clear on your face. 

“Won’t last if you keep that up” Joel explains, his voice a whisper, vulnerability evident even in his low tone. 

You release his length from your grasp, bringing your thumb coated in his arousal to your mouth, sucking tentatively. You don’t notice Joel watching you through hooded eyes, but he makes quick work of his jeans and boxers, kicking the offending fabric off as quick as his aching bones will let him.  

Experienced hands lift your legs to hook over his hips as he settles himself between your thighs again. You can feel the thick length of Joel’s cock pressed firmly against you, sliding through the wetness left by his mouth and your orgasm as he ruts against you. It takes the entirety of Joel’s willpower to not fuck into you, coming back to himself, he remembers why he’s doing this. 

“Gotta tell me if y’need to stop” he slurs against your temple and he feels you nod as he presses a soft kiss to your clammy skin. Joel rests the heavy weight of his cock against your entrance, running the head between your folds, bumping your clit and soaking himself with your wetness. He presses himself in to your tight heat and you feel like you’re being split open, wincing at the burn “I know, ‘m sorry darlin’, it won’t hurt for long promise”   

Joel pushes your sweat-damp hair out of your face, big hands cupping your face, open mouth dragging against yours. He tries to distract you with wet kisses to your jaw but when he pushes himself deeper you cry out, hands flying to claw at his hips, stopping him from moving any further. 

“We can stop” Joel mutters into your open mouth but you give a quick shake of your head 

“No. I’m okay, I’ll be okay” The feeling is foreign, neither his fingers or tongue could’ve prepared you for the stretch of his cock, nor the desperate ache that settled deep inside you, the one you know only Joel can satisfy. 

You can feel him throbbing inside you, and it’s taking everything in him to hold still

“Eyes on me darlin’” Joel orders as he pries your hand off his hip, entwines his fingers with yours, and pins your hand to the mattress. Your eyes meet through the darkness and there’s a softness in Joel’s eyes you wish you could bottle and keep.

You tense up in anticipation of Joel’s next movement, squeezing your cunt around Joel’s cock

“Fuckin’ Christ  darlin’, y’gotta relax, just relax” you will your body to relax, to release the squeezing of your core, “that’s it, doin’ so good, you’re doin’ so good. Takin me so well” and yes, you keen at his praise, the throb of arousal in your stretched cunt is heavenly and Joel takes your moment of distraction to sink the rest of his length into you. 

“Fuck” you whimper, the sharp stretch shocks you, eyes widening.

He shudders a breath above you, “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry”

“So big Joel. ‘T  hurts” you practically sob and the sound breaks his heart in ways he didn’t expect. Joel breaks eye contact first, fixing his eyes on where you’re currently impaled on his cock. He moves to pull out but you tighten your thighs, keeping him still “No, don’t. Don’t wanna stop. Just give me a minute” you close your eyes and breath in deep through your nose, letting a shaky breath out. 

“Touch yourself,” Joel orders, bringing your hand still clutching his to his mouth, wetting your fingers with his tongue before pressing your fingers against your clit “‘t’ll make you feel better” 

You obey, stroking your bundle of nerves, still sensitive from your previous orgasm “that feel good?” He asks as you tighten involuntarily around him. 

“Yes,” you pause for a moment, continuing to stroke at your clit. Warmth blooms under your fingers, arousal spreading through your body, loosening your muscles, the discomfort subsides, leaving behind a different kind of ache “can you move? Please” 

The way you ask him, with your pleases and thank yous, still so polite despite the harsh world you live in, it’s innocent and sweet, and he loves it. It activates something primal in him, some deep desire to protect you, to please you. To pleasure you. 

Joel settles his knees wide on the mattress, pulling his cock from your depths before pushing back in slowly, when you don’t stop him he repeats the action. “shit darlin’, so fuckin’ tight”, and he’s not wrong, the girth of his cock is stretching you in ways you’ve never been before, you can feel every vein, every ridge, every goddamn fucking inch as he works himself in and out of you. It’s steady, controlled, almost gentle, the way he rolls his hips, leaving enough space between you for your fingers to continue working your clit, not that you need the distraction anymore. 

He could cum right there, your aching cunt absolute bliss around him. The whine that leaves your throat is of pleasure not pain and the tightness in his chest borders on uncomfortable. He’s done this before, he’s experienced, he’s had women screaming his name but nothing compares to the breathy sound of his name leaving your lips. You’re so sweet, eyes fluttering, fingers ghosting across the skin of his hips, the softness of his belly, the firm muscles of his chest and his broad shoulders. 

You could pretend, wrapped up in Joel like this, that it’s not the end of the world, that this comfy bed in this nicely decorated house is yours and Joel’s. You pretend, just for a minute, as he’s fucking himself into you, that he’s yours. Your hands reaching to wrap around his back, nails scratching at the muscles working beneath the skin, it’s intimate.

You feel his pace falter, “‘m close darlin’” he mumbles into the thick air above you, “fuck, y’gotta come for me baby, come on” it sounds like he’s begging and you find that you quite like the sound of Joel begging, especially when he’s begging you to cum for him.  

He can see you’re close, legs twitching, breathing heavy, he can feel the tell-tale flutters in your cunt and he knows “what d’ya need?” He pants, chasing your high, no care or regard for his own anymore, he just wants you to get there. 

“Joel, I need mo-” he drives himself into you deeper, tilting his hips to rub his cock against your sweet spot. With fluttering eyes and heaving chest you whine a tight “that’s it” fingers working furiously at your clit, hips rocking down as you meet his thrusts “Joel, yes” you groan, the sound reverberating in your chest. 

He feels your cunt squeeze him “tha’s it, good girl”, he needs to stop or he’ll cum but you don’t care, continuing to rock your hips, thrusting down forcefully against him, cock reaching deeper than you thought possible and you tense, muttering a “fuck” as you cum hard around him. You can’t comprehend that this is what it feels like, the violent quivering of your muscles, tight and squeezing. Fuck, you don’t want to let this feeling go, Joel’s cock buried so deep inside you it hurts, you never want to cum without this ever again. 

Joel gives a few tight thrusts, “Shit, what a sight” He has to pull out, he can’t cum inside you, can’t take the risk but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls is dragging him kicking and screaming to the edge.  You let out a breathy “inside Joel, inside,” the way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine, but the way you moan the softest “please” has him cumming, cock twitching violently, hips rocking, pushing his release deeper. 

His mouth meets yours roughly, ragged groans escaping between harsh kisses as he continues to pump inside you. He can’t remember the last time he came this hard, beyond satisfied and completely drained but he still can’t break his lips from yours. The kiss is soft now, tender and lazy, something close to loving. His sweaty weight above you is grounding, bringing you back to reality. 

Joel groans and drops his forehead to your chest, cock still buried deep you can sense his reluctance to part from you, you tangle your fingers in his hair, allowing him to rest against you. He stays for a minute or two before groaning, aging knees and shoulders protesting as he hovers over you. 

He moves slowly, dragging his softening cock out from your over sensitive heat and you moan low in the back of your throat as he disappears, returning from the en-suite with a damp towel, 

“There’s warm water” he mumbles as he wipes the towel gently between your legs. You hum contentedly, your tired body drowsy and dopamine drunk. You briefly think about the long hot shower you’re going to take in the morning when the bed dips next to you and Joel reaches for you, rolling you into his side, your head on his chest. If you had more energy you’d say something but the gentle caress of Joel’s thumb behind your ear and the slow thump of his heartbeat quickly has your eyes closing and your breath steadying. 

“Was that” Joel pauses, what, good? All right? Just okay? he thinks it’ll kill him if it was bad for you

“Good, it was good” you offer him a soft smile “thank you” 

“Christ darlin’ so fuckin’ polite” he can feel himself stirring again beneath the sheets, and fuck he’s depraved, he’s convinced you could make him cum just by saying please. 

Joel must think you’re asleep and you feel it more than you hear it, his whispered admission of “love you” spoken into your hair as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head. 

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Eels

Jade Leech x reader

Jade’s fingers were slender.

Clasping a needle within them, he jabbed lightly at the felt. Moving the silver needle swimmingly through the soft fabric, weaving small, neat stitches across it. He moved with effortless ease, rapidly making his way through the piece of cloth within his grip.

You watch his hands, enthralled by the precision of his every move. Calculated, even strokes of that thin needle in his hand, wielded with all the elegance of a rapier. Although it seemed to slow, after a while. You could hear a faint chuckle slipping out of Jade’s lips then.

Setting the cloth down, a finger reaches for your nose. Tapping it ever so lightly, sending a coolness into your skin. As you scrunch your nose up in protest, Jade does his best to stifle a laugh behind his hand. Goodness, you look adorable startled. However, as cute as you were, Jade can’t be the only one working on the plushies, unfortunately.

It was your idea, after nearly doubling over at the prices of the Aquarium souvenirs. Goodness, plush toys were rather expensive nowadays, weren’t they? Now, Jade wouldn’t have minded paying for your share, but you were insistent on making your own.

When Jade questioned you about this sudden… determination, your lips trembled ever so slightly. A faint tint of pink blooming to life on both of your cheeks. How curious… now, you do know he prides himself on being an informant of sorts for Octavinelle, hm?

Keep your little secrets away, love. Before he decides to pry them out of your pretty hands himself. Jade pokes and prods, arms wrapped around your torso. His chin on your shoulder, a low, velvety voice purring into your ear. Maybe he’ll have a nibble or two, if only to hear you yelp.

Why so stubborn, angelfish?

Wouldn’t you like to tell dear old Jade?

Hm?

Flushed fully scarlet, trapped in Jade’s loving, tight embrace, there wasn’t much choice for you. Cheeks burning red, you whisper back to Jade, voice tinged with embarrassment:

“There weren’t any moray eel plushies in that store… I wanted something to remind me of you.”

Now that was a surprise. How sweet of you, dearie, to think about him. Although it does make him a little sad. Why go so far to hug an eel, when he’s already here for you? How cruel of you.

To placate your drama-eel, you proposed making matching plushies. The little ones, connected to a small chain. To be carried around, a matched set. How romantic. Jade readily agreed then.

Although now, you seem a little too focused on him to work on your own plush. Gently guiding your hands towards your very own piece of felt, Jade nudges your palm into the soft material. He holds it there a little longer than necessary, but could you really blame him? You’re warm, delightfully so.

He could feel the beat of your heart press against his. Your pulse beating rapidly, combining with his very own. The rhythm of two hearts, blending into one smoothing melody. Pursing his lips, Jade hums a tune, soft and sweet.

Much like the gaze he gave you, a tender sight. Hopefully some of that warmth could be transferred into the heart of that plushie. So even when you weren’t around, Jade had something to hold. Something to keep his heart placated, until you came back. Until he could have you in his arms again.

“Come on, darling.” Jade pats your hand softly.

“The eel isn’t going to get seen by himself.”

He lifts up his own eel, felt as soft as the beach’s golden sand. Pushing it gently towards you, making it nuzzle into your cheek softly.

“You won’t want to leave plush me all alone now, would you?”

A rustle of cloth, as Jade leaned closer towards you. The ghost of his breath brushing against your cheek, far softer than any felt would ever be. You could feel the plush of his lips graze your skin ever so gently, moving with every word that slipped right pass his lips:

“I’ll be miserable without you to kiss, angelfish.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Jade leech #Jade leech x reader #Jade #Jade x reader #lucky potion 🔷 #this was supposed to be another aquarium fic but the idea of Jade and his lovely angelfish making matching plushies together was an idea #too cute not to write #matching eels #with the silly guy

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I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.

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#Ok I'm gonna ramble in the tags about all this get ready: #I KNEW Larian wouldn't let me actually pull this off but I PROMISE you that stupid flask sat in my inventory since the moment I grabbed it #WAITING for when I could write this little bit about putting Raphael in it #I even threw it at him in the fight with a 30% hit chance and it succeeded so I considered that Larian giving me permission to say it workd #But as I was reading up on it again when I was sketching this I saw the bit about native planes and I cried LMAO. But it's dnd- #so I rewrote is as it would've happened in a game. U kno. #Also I have been waiting to use that fox line for SO LONG bc of Croissant's dad being a fox-like fey creature #So much backstory that's slotted in PERFECTLY with the BG3 narrative #Anyway absolutely wild that we managed to take out this ancient powerful devil - and on the first try! #Lae'zel with a potion of speed did WORK. Gale came in clutch with hold monster. Astarion gave Raph stage fright. Croissant made him dance #(I'm pretty sure he just doesn't have a dance animation in ascended form lol) #Hope didn't even need to use divine intervention - this party is terrifying #Croissant hated him but in the end I loved Raphael I see why all you people like him #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #act III spoilers #house of hope #croissant adventures #tav #raphael #lae'zel #iron flask #comics #ALSO shoutouts to you if you both noticed and knew which worthikids animation I borrowed the expression in panel 5 from

[timegays]

I like you. *hexsides your choir*

Ocean-abomination, penny- beast keeping, Ricky-illusion, Mischa-bard, Noel-potions, Constance-plant

Karnak is oracle obviously 

#the owl house #ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #ocean oconnell rosenberg #Ricky potts #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #Penny lamb #ricky struggles to get his illusions right they always turn out creepy #noel will fuck you up with a potion do not mess with him #mischa makes rap spells but secretly writes love songs #Constance is super attached to her plants #Ocean is overly obsessive about how perfect abominations are #penny keeps on sneaking animals into hexsides and her home

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #243

“You…love-potioned me?” Hero had their face screwed up like they still didn’t quite understand what was being said. Or maybe didn’t want to understand.”

“It wasn’t supposed to go this far,” Villain said helplessly.

“When?”

“The very first team up. It was for the mission, I didn’t want our cover to be blown but then…” They couldn’t get out the rest. What right did they have to say ‘things changed’?

Hero stared for a long time, several“So all this…all we’ve been… Do I even really love you?”

“I don’t know,” Villain said, a wet sheen gathering in their eyes. “And that is what’s killing me.”

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #prompt #heroes and villains community #creative writing #writing prompt #short prompt #writblr #villain #love potion #hero x villain community #writeblr #fantasy

[dootznbootz]

You can horny post and thirst for Circe and Calypso without making fun of Odysseus, a victim of both, btw. 👍

#You realize you're calling a victim a little bitch right? Do you hear yourself? #You call a man who spent every day crying about wanting to go home and who had his friends held at pig-point names? #A WHORE?! #You could literally just be like “I would love to make potions with my wife Circe” or “Beach life with my wife Calypso” but no. #You had to call the survivor names as well #I love Circe. she's morally gray af and super fun to write but I can think she's cool while knowing she terrified Odysseus. #save me morally gray circe #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #Mad rants #odysseus #circe #calypso #odyssey #the odyssey #tagamemnon #greek mythology #epic the musical #It makes me want to eat a cactus. It's not cute to do this. #Thirst all you want. I don't care. But you don't have to mock a victim of them to do so. #tw sa mention

[fatuismooches]

HIII 🐓 ANON HERE!!!!!!

I come bearing you a new scenario.....one that has been slowly rotting my brain (help)

WHAT ABOUT ESCHER?? Like.... imagine if while Dottore was disguised as Escher he fell in love with reader ? (Need more Escher x readers... im a lil insane)

- 🐓 anon

When Dottore was sent out to Tatarasuna, he only had one goal in mind - simply to cause a minor inconvenience for Inazuma. What he did not expect, however, was meeting you. Someone who he initially wouldn't give a second glance to, but soon found himself uncharacteristically seeking your company.

What drew him to you was how you seemed to be an outcast. Which was strange, because if even a puppet could be accepted, why was a human isolated from the rest of the group? It was a bit intriguing to the scholar. Perhaps because he had gone through the same thing. With enough veiled inquiring, he found out the circumstances were similar too - you had attended the Akademiya but left because you had found it inadequate, in your words. Oftentimes it seemed like Escher would "test" you on things. On morality, how far you'd go for an experiment, on many hypotheticals. You were never sure if you passed these tests from his unreadable expression, but he seemed more pleased at your lack of ethicalness than a good person should.

Well, now he found you much more interesting. You, on the other hand, would naturally be suspicious of the mechanic. He seemed so gentlemanly and charismatic on the outside, but you couldn't help but get a weird feeling. However, did you care? No. Somehow he was still attractive with the graying hair.

He wouldn't fall in love with you that quickly, no, he would define his interest in you as merely that - interest. Nothing more, nothing less. However, he is willing to pursue this interest, just to see how it goes. It could benefit him. He is in need of another assistant as always. Perhaps you could be the fit he's always desired. And so he would offer you a choice - join him in the Fatui, or perish along with the rest of the village. (The choice is obvious.) Or if by some odd chance, he did like you that much, you're just getting yanked back to Snezhnaya.

Dottore ended up getting two useful things out of Tatarasuna. A new test subject, and a new loyal assistant, who he would soon learn to love.

Thinking about this Reader helping him create the segments and gradually learning more about him through them...

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #(my memory of the exact lore is a bit hazy and i was too lazy to read the wiki so take this) #u are so real for this. im very insane. ESCHER SIMPS WYA???? (dont judge us) #did we just create the first escher / reader #i dont know how to feel abt this bc dottore is fine all the time #even as a mf npc #look theres this one fanart of escher that makes me climb up the walls #ugh im tired #i need to write. how the potion making event is dottore and reader core

[engie-ivy]

Now with a little sequel!

(Short and silly established Wolfstar for @wolfstarmicrofic!)

11th: Beloved

Sirius should probably be jealous or mad, but really, isn't everybody supposed to be smitten with Remus?

Someone Who Understands

Peter immediately notices the look on Remus’ face. He looks quite ticked off, like someone has eaten all his chocolate, though Peter doesn’t see a dead body anywhere, so that can’t be the case.

“Moony?” He asks carefully, as he slowly approaches. “Something wrong?”

Remus looks up and lets out a deep sigh, his annoyance changing into exasperation, which gives Peter enough courage to sit down next to him.

“Okay, Moons. What’s going on?”

Remus rubs his temples. “So, Snivellus secretly dosed James with Love Potion...”

“He what?!”

“Not Amortentia,” Remus clarifies. “He used Cupid’s Arrrow. While Amortentia makes a person fall in love with whoever brew the potion, Cupid’s Arrow works more like Polyjuice Potion. You must add a hair of the person you want the recipient to fall in love with.”

“Oh,” Peter chuckles awkwardly. “I was very confused for a moment.” He shakes his head, trying to dispel the very disturbing mental image of James draping himself all over Snape. “Who’d he make Prongs fall in love with?”

“His plan was to make him fall in love with Mary, because she’s Lily’s best friend.” Remus rolls his eyes. “He figured that would make Lily so mad she wouldn’t talk to James anymore.”

Peter snorts. “What a wanker. Like Lily bloody Evans, Slughorn’s protégé, wouldn’t immediately recognized the symptoms of Love Potion, and who will she get mad at then?”

“It was a dumb plan to begin with,” Remus agrees. “But leave it to Snivellus to bugger it up even more. You see, Mary had nicked my sweater, so the hair Snivellus took wasn’t actually hers, it was...”

“Yours?!” Peter exclaims.

Remus nods miserably.

“So James is now...”

“Head over heels in love with me,” Remus confirms.

Peter makes a face. “Blimey. That must be so awkward.”

“That would be an understatement.”

Suddenly, Peter’s eyes widen. “Wait, Sirius! His best friend fancying his boyfriend?” He grimaces. “That must be rough to watch. I bet he’s very angry!”

Remus gives him a flat look. “Yeah, you would think that, wouldn’t you?”

Peter blinks at him.

Remus points over to where Sirius and James are sitting together.

“Okay, number three,” Sirius says. “His hair.”

“Oh Merlin, his hair!” James swoons. “Like it’s spun out of pure golden!”

“But feels like pure silk!”

“Oh, what it must be like to run your fingers through it...” James sighs.

“Prongs, you think it looks cute now, but you should see it when he wakes up in the morning!” Sirius starts rummaging through the parchments spread out in front of him, picks up a photo and hands it to James.

“Oh my!” James squeals. “Just look at it! Sticking up in all directions! Could he be any cuter?”

“Definitely not,” Sirius replies, looking over James’ shoulder with a besotted smile on his face. “And that brings us to number two. His freckles.”

James sighs as he puts the photo down. “I don’t think I could ever choose between his hair and his freckles... This ranking must’ve been so hard!”

“It was perhaps the hardest thing I ever had to do,” Sirius says solemnly. “And it is of course a personal preference. While I love running my fingers through his hair, I love tracing every freckle on his body even more.”

“Wow, you really touched your fingertips to each and every freckle?”

“... yeah, let’s say it were my fingertips.”

James stares at him wide-eyed.

“Okay!” Sirius claps his hand. “Number one!”

“Oh, I already know number one!” James says. “His eyes!”

“His eyes!”

“Oh Merlin, his eyes!” James has a far-away dreamy look on his face. “I could just stare into those honey-coloured orbs forever...”

“Uhuhuh,” Sirius wags his finger at James. “Do not think they are just honey! There’s so much more to them. Wait, I should have a close-up somewhere...” He searches through his papers. “Ah, here!”

James takes the photo and stares at it intently.

“You see,” Sirius points out. “While the honey-tint is indeed dominant, if you look closely, you can see that it is intertwined with flecks of amber. Also, around the edges the colour tends more towards a deep saffron, while around the pupil there are spots of forest green, and note that the left eye has more than the right eye.”

James furrows his brow, but then he sighs in defeat. “I try to capture it all in memory, but my brain just turns to mush when looking into those eyes!”

Sirius smiles at him sympathetically. “I know, I know. It took me quite some practice to be able to think while seeing those eyes.”

“Yes, you have practice,” James mutters with a tinge of jealousy in his voice. “I can’t believe my feelings are only potion-induced, and will just disappear again!” He presses a hand to his heart. “My love for Moony feels so strong! I can’t imagine it being anything other than forever!”

“I know you can’t,” Sirius says, placing a hand on James’ arm. “But remember it’s a good thing that it won’t be forever! Remus is mine after all, and I’m not willing to share.”

“I can imagine,” James says softly. “If Remus were mine, I won’t ever let him go!”

“And I’m not planning to,” Sirius assures him.

James shakes his head. “Merlin, Padfoot! You are so bloody lucky!”

Sirius smiles brightly. “I really, really am!”

James bites his lip, looking conflicted at seeing the pure love on his best friend’s face.

Sirius gives himself a shake. “But okay, so we’ve finished our ranking of our beloved Remus’ Features, now it’s time for Remus’ Characteristics!”

James immediately perks up. “Oh, I already know my favourite! The way he scrunches up his nose when he’s writing an essay!”

“Ah, yes,” Sirius says, stroking his chin. “Excellent suggestion, Prongs. Definitely top five material. But have you considered, the way his tongue peaks out from between his lips when he’s reading his favourite book?”

“Wow,” James whispers in awe.

“He loves it,” Peter states dumbfounded.

Remus groans and hides his face in his hands. “He bloody loves it!”

“Oh, Padfoot, look!” James squeals, pointing at Remus. “Look how cute he is when he’s grumpy!”

Sirius turns to Remus. “Of course I love it!” He says with a broad grin. “Finally, someone who understands!

Sequel

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #james potter #love potion

[miliamin1]

"So the sudden deathmatch over there doesn't bother you?" Barclay asks Enid.

The werewolf looks around for a beat and then shrugs. "They're staying far enough away."

"And you don't want to join them."

"Why would I join their constant battles about territories and hierarchy?" Enid shrugs again and resumes her head on a dark shoulder position. Then she sticks her nose into the tan neck like an eager cat poking vulnerable parts for fun. Her sheathed claws show in Wednesday’s periphery to guide the suddenly frozen tan arm to keep moving the fork.

"Because every other Fur is violently losing their minds more than usual right now?" the vampire continues her line of questioning.

Enid hums in thought. "Sounds like seed anise extract." She reaches for her empty plate and sniffs it. "Yep, it was in the meat."

The annoying tick makes a circle with her wrist. "Wanna elaborate bestie?"

"School packs are unstable. Constant power struggles. Lowered inhibition caused fights over the smallest dispute on who can touch what. And who can touch who."

"And you're fine," the vampire says doubtfully.

"Noone ever touches Wednesday."

The trio gapes again and Wednesday drinks from her cup to avoid looking at their faces. She’s just here to eat, their reaction to sound logic is none of her business. ---

The matter of exclusive privileges (3006 words) by miliamin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Divina (Wednesday), Yoko Tanaka, Bianca Barclay Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Getting Together, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Love Potion/Spell, extremely peripheral, Humor, Autistic Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair Has ADHD, One Shot, Wednesday Addams is Soft for Enid Sinclair Summary: It is Wednesday's awful luck that on the day she didn't have any coffee, all the werewolves lost their minds and started fighting. But Enid joining them in territorial violence turns out to not be the problem she should've expected.

#third fic i tagged as love potion this is starting to look like my brand or something #og post #wenclair #wenclair fanfic #my writing #one shot #love potion the third

[tuttocenere]

Isolde by Clara Weaver Parrish (1861-1925)

Tristan et Yseult by Jean Delville (1867-1953)

#tristan and isolde #arthuriana #(arguably) #I like this story but somehow I like none of the actual versions of it if that makes sense #just the love potion / death potion thing alone is very powerful to me #someone should write an opera about it #paintings

[skellagirl]

(me, crawling out of a hole in the ground covered in dirt and blood and bruises): somebody please...... talk to me about Potion Permit................

(also go read my fuckin uhhhhh self indulgent matheo/chemist oneshot)

(descriptions in alt text)

#potion permit #potion permit matheo #xiao potion permit #runeheart potion permit #hannah potion permit #mayor myer potion permit #the gameplay is meh but I love all of the characters so so so so much and especially matheo #I would also like to romance runeheart and dev and victor and hannah and lucke and forrest please and thank you #matheo's hair in his portrait is so voluminous....... what secrets does it hold #OKAY BUT FOR REAL I know this fandom is tiny but somebody please talk to me about this game 😭 #I played it like nonstop all weekend and then I've just been sketching and writing fanfic.... I need someone to talk to lol 😭😭😭 #description in alt text #my art

[slow-motionlovepotion]

𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:  boston era! joel miller x f!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.6k

𝒂/𝒏: i woke up at 5am this morning and smashed this out rather than working on any of my other numerous wips ~ no beta (or edit), we die like men - minors do not interact.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ ~ sex work, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), slightly coercive behaviour, dirty talk (joel miller has a filthy mouth), creampie, mentions of drug dealing & murder (joel is a drug dealing murderer but that's canon so it shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone), possessive!joel, kinda mean joel, joel is a tease, degrading language (whore, multiple times), idk i think that's everything

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: pleasure has a price and Joel is willing to pay whatever it takes to have you

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ⇢

Joel often heard talk from the other smugglers, of pretty girls that’d sink to their knees for a few ration cards or a couple of pills. He pretends not to, but he listens, acting like he couldn’t care less about their sordid activities. 

“What about you Miller? You don’t fancy a visit to one of our girls?” Some ratty 20-something asks one day. Joel just rolled his eyes.

“You really think I’d pay for some whore you’ve all had your dicks in?” His disgust is false, an act. In truth, he’s no better than them, couldn’t care less how many guys a woman has fucked before him. 

Besides he’s got Tess. 

Except now he doesn’t. Doesn’t have a warm body to sink into, to fuck his stress out on. She’d cut him off, rightfully so, when she implied she wanted more and he continued to offer her exactly the same. 

So when a comment is made in passing one night: “You hear Danny’s girls got into the whoring business?” His ears perk up. 

He knows Danny, knew Danny, before Danny was resting not entirely in peace. If you were to ever leave the QZ and see a guy who looks an awful lot like Danny but, say, had mushrooms for eyes, no you didn’t. 

Tess had been the one to deliver the bad news to you while Joel had stood uncomfortably in the hallway, listening to your broken sobs through the door. 

Maybe that’s why Joel finds himself knocking at your door, long after curfew, just returned from a run where he’d listened to those arseholes describe in great detail how they’d be paying you a visit, all while Joel kept his back to them, hiding the hardness in his jeans as he’d pictured what he’d do to you himself. He really was no better than them. 

“Joel Miller. To what do I owe this pleasure?” You smile but it’s tight and it doesn’t reach your eyes 

“Can I come in?” He asks like this is normal behaviour but that’s the Joel you know, always direct and to the point no matter how rude it comes across. Gritting your teeth you step back, allowing him into your apartment. 

“Nice place” he surveys your home, bathed in a soft pinkish light from the lamp next to your bed, a book discarded on the messy sheets. 

“What do you want Joel?” You try phrasing your question differently to get him to get to the point. You’re tired, it’s been a long day and Joel is not easy company. 

“I heard you’ve become a bit of an entrepreneur, started your own business” He raises a questioning eyebrow at you and you want to slink back to the shadows at his confrontation but you don’t, you stand firm, refusing to buckle under his stare. 

You’d expected word to travel faster, you’d started working about a month after Danny’s untimely demise, all of a sudden fending for yourself, no longer benefiting from the additional earnings afforded the smugglers. You’d tried to keep away from that business, only taking clients that you knew had no connection with the likes of Danny’s friends and Joel Miller but maybe you hadn’t been as careful as you’d thought. 

“Do you have a problem with that?” You challenge. It’s awfully rich of him, coming into your home and giving you his opinion on your job, like his line of work is any better. He’s nothing but a glorified drug dealer and a murderer. 

“Of course not. Why’d you think I’m here?" His tone is serious, this is not a social call, it’s business, your business. 

“I thought you were with Tess?” You ask, more so to give yourself time to actually take in what he’s saying, not because you have any issues providing your services to men of an entangled nature. 

“I thought you weren’t supposed to ask questions” he shoots back

“I don’t, usually. Just looking out for myself, last thing I want is Tess comin’ around here thinking I fucked her man” 

Joel sighs, he’s not her man. Though he’s not surprised you would think that, people thought that before they started fucking and apparently still think that even after they’ve stopped. 

“You ain’t gotta worry about that darlin’” 

“Payment upfront” you concede and Joel nods, pulling a stack of ration cards out of his pocket. 

“What’ll this get me?” He places his payment on your kitchen table and you eye the stack, easily enough ration cards to keep you living comfortably for months. 

“Whatever you want” you say, you’ve done this for much less. But had you not been enticed by the thick wad of cards, you might’ve reconsidered that offer considering everything you know about Joel.

He thinks it over, dropping heavily into the corner of your sofa, one foot on the floor, the other muddying the already stained fabric. 

“C'mere” he commands and when you’re close enough he points to the other end of the sofa “Facin’ me” 

You sit, bringing your knees up to your chest, your t-shirt does nothing to cover your modesty but your shins are blocking the view Joel really wants. 

“Spread those legs darlin’, show me what I’m payin for” he tilts his head expectantly. 

You spread your knees, keeping one leg bent and dropping the other to the floor, your new position almost a mirror of Joel’s. You know he wants more, reaching down you pull the scrap of lace to the side, exposing yourself to his gaze. 

He lets out a groan at the sight of you, cunt glistening despite the fact he’s not even touched you yet. 

“Pretty girl” he breathes. His eyes flick to his offering on the table “Whatever I want?” He confirms and you nod “Ah-ah, words darlin’. I wanna hear you” 

“Yes Joel, whatever you want” his hand flexes on his thigh and you can see the growing hardness in his jeans. 

“Take it off” his command gives you some idea of how this is going to go, he’s going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it. 

Your hands find the waistband of your underwear and you lift your hips, slipping them down your legs and when you reach your ankles Joel holds his hand out, smirking when you drop the fabric into his waiting hand. 

“And the rest darlin’” You pull your t-shirt over your head, revealing yourself to be bare underneath. The t-shirt drops to the floor with a quiet thud as you lean back, returning to your position, legs spread and on show for him.

Your fingers automatically slide between your legs, spreading your wetness up to your clit, circling the bundle gently. Joel doesn’t take his eyes off you, hands quickly working at his belt and jeans, freeing his length with a relieved sigh. 

Thick fingers wrap around his even thicker cock and it’s like your own personal fantasy, Joel Miller thrusting into his fist, just for you.

You increase the pressure on your clit but keep your pace slow, teasing. It’s a dangerous game to play, acting without instruction but while Joel is watching you with heavy eyes and he’s not telling you to stop, you continue, dipping your fingers into your cunt, bringing them up to show him the wetness coating your fingers. 

He doesn’t stop you when you return your fingers to your clit, doesn’t stop you when you pick up the pace or when your breathing starts getting harder. 

In fact he puts on his own show, spitting into his palm and picking up his own pace, twisting his hand over the head, his free hand tracing abstract patterns over his thigh. 

You could get off like this, you’re going to get off like this, legs tensing and core tightening. A gasp gets caught in your throat as your orgasm builds, almost there, and then it’s gone. 

A growl rumbles in Joel’s chest when his hand grabs your ankle and you’re pulled flat on your back. He’s hovering over you, hand pinning both of yours above your head, your thighs hooked over his. 

“Not gonna come on your fingers” he pants by way of explanation, pushing the tip of his cock between your soaked folds, catching your clit and nudging at the entrance to your cunt. “Gonna come on my cock” 

Joel buries himself to the hilt inside you with a sharp thrust, the stretch is so satisfying it sends a shudder up your spine that has your back arching and your hips tilting down into his, desperate to feel the ache that comes with being too full.

“Look at that, got my entire cock buried in you and you still want more” Joel taunts you, his arm slipping under the arch in your back as he withdraws and pushes back in again. 

“Joel” you gasp as he fucks into you, pulling you down to meet his thrusts. His pace is unrelenting, thick cock dragging against your walls, the slight curve catching just right on that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake and your head go foggy. 

“Say it again darlin’” it comes out as a snarl but there’s a hint of a plea in there. 

“Fuck Joel, oh yes just like that” you push yourself further into him, his arm tightening to keep you there. 

Your shoulders burn and your fingers are going numb with the restricting grip of Joel’s hand around your wrists. It’s intimate, too intimate, Joel’s breath hot on your face and his entire body flush against yours. Joel must think so too because he pulls out, hand around your waist flipping you over so your face is pushed into the cushions and your hips are raised. Before you can even catch your breath he’s forcing himself back into you.

“Fuck, so tight. Especially for a whore” you don’t expect your cunt to clench at that and Joel definitely doesn’t expect it either. He lets out a shocked laugh “You like that? Being called a whore?” He pulls out and slides back in, the action and his question pulling a sinful moan from you. 

His pace from this angle isn’t so unrelenting but it’s harder and deeper, his hips and thighs flush against yours as he bottoms out, pulling out so you can just feel him resting at your entrance, so you feel the stretch of every thrust, over and over and over again. 

“Such a whore, letting anyone fuck this cunt for a couple ration cards” his hand grabs your hair, tugging so your back is pressed to his chest and his arm wraps around your waist, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple. The hand in your hair pulls, turning you to face towards the table and his payment “My whore now. Those cards should be plenty enough that you don’t need to do this with anyone else” 

Like this, his cock nudges that spot inside you again and this time you cry out, ragged moans falling from your lips with every snap of his hips. And his words, god his words, wash over you like a too hot shower burning your skin. 

“All mine, just for me. Not gonna let anyone else touch you” You don’t realise that’s a question until you feel a sharp smack to your rear. “Tell me you’re not gonna let anyone else touch you”

“Not gonna” you shake your head as you speak “only you” 

“Tha’s my girl” he murmurs and oh you like that, the idea of being Joel’s girl, being the one he spends his nights buried inside. 

“Yes, your girl, just for you” His mouth is on your neck and he bites down as you speak, sucking bruises onto your skin. 

If it was anyone else you’d tell them to stop, no one wants a whore marked by another man but he owns you now so you let him. Hand reaching up to grab his hair, keeping his mouth on you, giving him permission. 

His free hand works its way between your legs, flicking your clit with practised fingers and you’re suddenly right on the edge, release within reach, you just need a little bit more. As if Joel can sense exactly what you need his mouth breaks from your neck and his lips find your ear 

“Is my whore gonna come for me?” He teases, pulling a frantic litany of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ from you. “C’mon then” 

The waves that had been steadily building crash over you, shaking violently as your cunt tightens and flutters around his cock, pulling him in deeper. Light bursts behind your eyes and your hands claw at his arm keeping you upright, nails biting into his skin. You don’t hear the scream you let out but you feel it burning in your chest and your throat. Your ears are ringing, muffling the sound of Joel talking you through it. 

When you finally return to yourself Joel is still thrusting into you, your head resting heavily on his shoulder behind you.

“Gonna come in this cunt, fill you up” that snaps you back to reality 

“No. Joel you can’t- can’t do that” you panic slightly, wanting to push him away but he’s too strong, grip too tight.

And really, if you’re being entirely honest, you don’t actually want to push him away, you want to take what he gives you but it’s unrealistic and you can’t let yourself want that. 

“Yeah I can, you’re mine now. Or have you forgotten already?” You shake your head, no you haven’t forgotten but no he still can’t come inside you “don’t worry’ll get you the mornin’ after pill” 

His words are slurred and his thrusts are losing rhythm and you realise he’s holding back, waiting for you to say yes. His arm around you squeezes in warning and you can feel him tense behind you. This is it, the ultimate trust exercise and it’s now or never. Your hand entangles with his around your waist and you nod. 

“Fuck, yeah. Want it, wanna feel you fill me” His fingers tighten under yours and he picks up speed, fucking into you sloppily and panting against your temple. 

With a final thrust and a groan you can feel in your own chest Joel spills into you, holding himself so deep it’s painful, ‘Property of Joel Miller’ branded on your walls with every drop of his release. 

“So good, so fuckin’ good f’me” he breathes hot into your ear, hips twitching as he comes down from his high. He doesn’t let you go straight away, naked frame held tight against his fully clothed one. You untangle your hand from his when your legs start to ache, knees protesting as they dig into the well worn sofa, slumping forward when Joel finally releases you. 

Your body is exhausted, eyes heavy and stinging with the effort of keeping them open. Joel’s up and redressed before you even think about reaching for your t-shirt, uncaring as you lay naked on your sofa, marked body on display for him. 

Joel’s calloused fingers trace the blossoming bruises that litter your neck and shoulders, his touch surprisingly tender. His hands find yours and help you up so you’re sitting, holding your t-shirt out to slip into, the marks on your neck are visible above the neckline of your shirt and a dark sense of pride washes over him.

“I meant what I said, enough cards there to keep you comfortable for a while, don’t wanna hear you’ve been whoring yourself out again” His confession takes you by surprise, you honestly hadn’t thought he meant it, men say all sorts of things in the throes of passion, you’d know.

The realisation sends a shiver down your spine, you’re his girl now and you don't mind that one bit, the kept woman of Joel Miller.

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #joel miller one shot #kept woman | j miller #love potions writing #love potion writes #han writes

[ceruleancattail]

It's not yandere but,, luring idia out of his room by meowing like the pied piper lmao

Y’know, like Nya

Idia Shroud x reader

The sound of fingers clacking against a keyboard, rapidly clicks. Almost like a machine gun, with unlimited ammunition. Shooting at abandon, cutting down line after line of enemies.

Idia was a seasoned warrior, second to none…that is, whenever he was behind a screen.

Heaving a sigh, you flop onto the couch, casting a longing gaze into his room. The new update must be a lot of fun, considering the racket emitting from his room.

Idia has his hobbies, and you have yours. It was something that you both understood, and respected. By no means would you want to drag him away from his gaming sessions, nor would he drags you away from something you loved.

However, it doesn’t mean you don’t get lonely.

You cast a glance at his room again, before the vague wisps of a plan flow into your mind.

A purr rolls off your tongue.

A slow, gentle sound, echoing around the room. Your voice is low. A sweet, velvety tone, your throat vibrating ever so slightly.

The typing still resumed. Although it slowed down a bit. Idia’s listening.

You meow again, doing your best to stifle your laughter as the typing slows to a halt. His chair creaks, shifting across the floor. Blue flames emerge from the doorway, flickering with every hue.

Holding your hand up, you curl it into a fist. Beckoning towards him, you give him a wink.

“Nyah!”

Immediately after, your cheeks grow warm, red running rampant throughout your face. Quickly, you drop your hand, before averting eye contact.

A flustered squeak, before a pair of hands press into your face. Carefully, they squish your cheeks, fingers trembling like leaves in a storm. Idia’s face is awash with red, the very tips of his hair beaming a cotton candy pink. They flicker with a bit more vigour now, bathing both of you in a gentle, peach hue.

“That… that was so cute.”

Words coming out in a shaky stutter, his lips slipping upwards in a smile. Idia’s arms snake around your waist, holding you in an embrace. He squeezes a little, an affectionate gesture.

His eyes glance up, meeting yours. A pale ember, starlight in the cold of night. Mesmerising, truly. You could look at them forever.

Your shoulders relax, body melting into his embrace. Idia sighs in relief, holding you a little tighter. His chin rests on your shoulder, chest pressed flush against yours.

You could feel every beat of his heart. Thumping against your skin even more rapidly then his typing. It brought you some comfort, at the very least.

At least your heart wasn’t the only one racing.

A breath wafts into your ear. Warm. Warm as his touch. Idia mutters, rather softly into your ear.

A whisper, a plea, meant for you and you alone.

“Could… could you do it again?

Just for me?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #Idia x reader #Idia shroud x reader #Idia #Idia shroud #lucky potion🔹 #THIS WAS SUCH A SILLY CONCEPT I LOVED WRITING FOR IT #THANKS DOR YOUR REQUEST WHANSKSKWK #y’know like nya the meme????? #silly cat things man

[junowritings]

I've been having this brainrot for days now! Since Twisted wonderland is all things magical, they have to have love potions or something of that sort. Would you mind doing an imagine where someone was trying to poison the reader but it backfired and they fell in love with Ruggie instead? Even better if Ruggie and the reader are already together. I'm not sure if you do male reader pronouns but if not, gender neutral pronouns would be great too.

Oh I am here for any and all brainrot right now I am here to listen!. And dw I usually stick to GN unless specified otherwise so I can totally write for a male reader - hope this one's to your liking hun!

Quick tw for love potions just in case even tho Ruggie and reader are already in an established relationship.

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Oh, this is just too perfect.

Ruggie’s always teased you for being too trusting, always taking people for their word. Maybe it’s just thanks to your upbringing, or you’re just so stubborn in believing the best in the people here at NRC, but it’s something that’s earned you plenty of teasing jabs from the hyena beastman, enjoying the way it never fails to get a reaction out of you no matter how many times he’s pointed it out. 

You’re lucky that you’ve got such a wonderful boyfriend like Ruggie to make sure that that trusting nature of yours doesn’t get you wrapped up into more trouble than you’re already in, huh? The treats and snacks you give him in return are more than enough of an incentive to make good on that promise, even if he’d still gladly protect you without the bribes (not that you need to know that, those donuts you buy him are too sweet to lose.) But even he’s loath to admit that he can’t always be there, and it seems that in these small windows of absences that things finally catch up to you. At least you’ve got that ragtag group of friends of yours that never fail to shadow you around campus; surely they’re not naive enough to not spot a ploy when they see one?

Turns out that was wrong - and next thing he knows he’s getting a frantic text from that redheaded hothead Ace telling him about a potion going wrong and someone trying to get back at you for some kinda slight. It’s not unheard of for grudges between students getting out of hand - Ruggie’s seen that not even Leona’s been immune to the odd knucklehead trying to knock him down a peg, so he’s already running through options and revenge plots as he’d tracked you down. 

And what he sees once he gets there? Well, thank the sevens the trouble this time around comes with such…amusing results.

“Y’know, I really love everything about you, Ruggie.”

He’s heard these words before - you never shy away from reminding him; but that’s usually saved for the privacy of your dorm room between quickly exchanged kisses whenever he comes over feeling needy for some of your affection. This time you’re squared away in one of the empty classrooms for your own safety, pressed up close against Ruggie’s side with your head resting on his shoulder as your hands cling to one of his own, tracing hearts and other obscure patterns on the palm of his hand. You don’t shy away from smothering him in affection, a far cry from how you’d been when you’d left for your potionology class not even an hour before, and who is he to not make the most of the way you’re acting so lovey dovey?

Ruggie’s eager to bask in the attention, doing a poor attempt to hide his grin as he leans dramatically against the table and rests his head on the palm of his free hand as he listens to you gush.

“Oh really~?”

“Mhm…” You make a confirming noise and tilt your head, peppering a quick few kisses above the neckline of his bandana and grinning against the skin when it pulls out the telltale snicker that you’re so fond of.

“Your laugh’s damn cute” the bold declaration it enough to make his tail wag, ears perking up as your attention momentarily shifts to give them a scritch with your fingertips.“ These too, ‘M such a lucky guy, aren’t I.”

Your tone suggests it’s not a question but a fact, and this time Ruggie’s chuckle is bordering on the verge of flustered as you don’t hesitate to cuddle up against the beastman. Man, he should be saying that; but trust his boyfriend to beat him to the punch acting so affectionate and loving - this is sure to be bad for his heart.

There’s a deliberate cough across from the pair of you, and just like that the moments over and Ruggie’s got the unpleasant reminder that there’s still others here; though present company doesn’t seem to deter you from continuing to hug him close, continuing with your onslaught of praise.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that some guy tried to poison him?”

Ruggie has to roll his eyes at such a stupid question watching Ace pressed back against the bench like he’s trying to make as much distance between himself and the scene as possible. He says that like there aren’t already people - Jack included - tracking your would be poisoner while they keep you safe and away from people. Sure, Ruggie’s loving the attention, but he’s not deluding himself of the fact that the smell of the potion practically smothers you in a sickly sweet scent, a stark reminder that you’re not entirely in your right mind right now. He’s more than happy to humor you with kisses and cuddles to your heart's content, but that’s as far as it’s going until you’re back to yourself - though the thinly veiled discomfort on Ace’s face is too funny to tell him that. He’s just lucky that he’s the one the potion made you obsessed with; if it’d been anyone else…

“It’s fiiine Ace,” you lift your head from Ruggie’s shoulder, dismissing your friend with a nonchalant shrug “Not like it worked - I’m feeling great actually~”

“What you’re ‘feeling’ is that potion making you a sappy mess; seriously I can see the hearts in your eyes from here-gross.” 

Ruggie doesn’t miss your scowl as you stick out a defiant tongue at the Heartslabyul student before stubbornly diving back into Ruggie’s hold, almost sending the two of you sliding right off of the bench if his hands hadn’t grabbed onto the table - and you - for support. 

“Don’t care. Not like it’s any secret I love my boyfriend sooo much; right, Rug?”

The smugness at your bold declaration wells up in his chest, and the grin he shoots Ace across the table is all teeth before his attention becomes quite literally pulled back towards the more important boy in the room. Those hands once playing with his neck and ears now bring themselves to cup his cheeks, and the Savanaclaw boy’s head is suddenly angled to look at you, taking your full face in and- wow; there really hearts dancing in your eyes. The pink settles like a haze in your pupils and your lashes flutter at the sudden exhale Ruggie lets out, really seeing them for the first time. He can’t bring himself to look away even if he wanted to, those thumbs against his cheeks rubbing soft circles in the way only you know makes him melt. Suddenly he’s feeling way too warm all over - the potion can’t be spread through contact, right? - and it only gets worse at the kiss you press to his jaw, clearly aiming higher if he hadn’t unconsciously jolted at the close contact.

Your pout borders on playfully honest and there’s barely the register of “Damn; missed.” you whine out under your breath before you’re leaning in again, body so close and so hot pressed up against his own as you somehow get so much closer-

“RIGHT I’M OUT-!”

The bench jostles so harshly that you actually do slip out of the seat this time, and thanks to the hands pressed against his head Ruggie’s got no choice but to be dragged right down alongside you. There’s a mess of limbs and Ruggie’s sure that it’s your knee digging into his stomach as his hands slam down onto the floor to save his skull from a potential concussion. 

Out of the corner of his eye Ruggie spots that familiar mop of bright red hair almost yank the door handle off of its hinges to get out of the room. And that grin of his almost breaks into a full on cackle watching Ace almost dive headfirst into the group who’d left earlier, a wave of confused faces peering into the classroom to see what all the fuss was about only to find you still cuddled up to your hyena of a boyfriend.

He sure hopes that you’ll remember all of this when the potion wears off; he’s got so much new ammunition to tease you with now it would be a shame for it to go to waste~!

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #savanaclaw #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #imagines #twst imagines #scenarios #twst scenarios #love potions #I always worry I get the characters wrong when writing scenarios so this was a good practice thanks for the request! #now i just need to get used to using more dialogue and i'll be golden lmao #twst x male reader

[whumpsoda]

Once Nauseating Smile

Soooo just love potion whump. Heroes and villains.

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Deep down, Hero knew it was wrong.

Pushed deep into the depths of his brain he disliked it. 

Even so, he couldn’t help but feel overcome with delight at the simple sight of Villain. A simple fleeting meet of the eyes. Hero knew he had never felt this way before, but in the moment it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Only Villain did.

“Oh pumpkin, how I’ve missed you!” Villain exclaimed excitedly. 

Despite being a usual situation, everything felt so unusual. Hero and his team were called out for another of Villain’s usual schemes, and they had just shown up to the normal setting. The usual villainous machine, Villain’s usual malicious grin, the screaming civilians. 

But Hero felt unusual.

And Hero didn’t mind it.

His cheeks flushed red as his eyes gazed over Villain in his entirety. Villain was so handsome, his slicked back hair, his slender jaw, his mesmerizing smirk. 

Villain’s smooth voice.

It overwhelmed Hero’s being, every part of his self enraptured in Villain’s undeniable beauty. As much as he wanted to, Hero couldn’t help it. 

Villain strode toward Hero, no hesitation in getting so close to the man sent to capture him. To the team’s surprise, Hero didn’t so much as flinch away. Hero instead eagerly leaned toward the approaching villain. Villain’s slender arms enveloped Hero’s large frame in a tight embrace.

Hero liked it. 

He made no attempt to push away, appreciating the touch. 

“I’ve been so excited for this moment, pumpkin. I know you’re confused, that’s okay, I still love you.” Hero was confused. Very. But at the same time it meant nothing to him. As long as Villain was there, the marvelous Villain, Hero would be okay.

Hero’s throat squeezed tight, no sound escaping. He was nervous, flustered. His body was soft, comfortable in the touch of his enemy. His beautiful enemy.

“I-Villain-I don’t-”

“Shhh, Pumpkin. Call me darling. That’d make me so happy.” Villain nuzzled his face into Hero’s chest, serene and delicate. Almost as if he couldn’t control himself, Hero began petting his hands through Villain’s hair.

The hair was so soft, so silky, so cute.

The rest of Hero’s team hadn’t moved an inch, all of them frozen and slack jawed.

Hero was slipping. He forgot where he was, forgot what he had been sent to do. He was so focused on Villain, on his love. Hero’s face held a relaxed and pleased expression.

“You look so beautiful, darling.” His voice was no louder than a whisper, his words only intended for Villain. Villain’s smile, delighted and charming, was painted across his face. He looked ecstatic.

“I’ve waited so long for those words to come from you, Hero. I’m so thrilled, you have no idea.” Every word that slipped from Villain’s mouth was digested so tenderly by Hero’s brain. “You Look outstandingly handsome, as always.” Hero chuckled nervously, as if conversing with a high school crush.

Hero was beyond jubilant. Every inch of his body craved for Villain, a love so intense, so sudden, that he had never before felt. Villain swiftly pulled away from his tight grip to Hero’s body, stepping back to observe. “I can’t believe it worked. I’d been so doubtful, so worried. But I hadn’t given up on you Hero, and here we are.” Villain met Hero’s gaze, none of his usual malice displayed in the slightest. Only pure adoration.

Hero had no idea what Villain meant, but he was okay with that. Hero didn’t mind it, didn’t mind any of it. Villain, elegant and sly, had changed him. Was doing something to him, even if he had no idea what.

A feeling of pure gratitude traveled up his spine.

Hero’s mind and body was conquered now, overpowered by the mass affection and devotion he felt for the man in front of him.

“Do you love me Hero?” The five words sent Hero’s mind hurling over the edge.

“I love you, Villain. I love every inch of you, every word that comes from your lips. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” The words did not feel like his, but they were. They stumbled from his mouth on instinct, unable to stop himself, caused from the overwhelming urge to tell Villain about his undying affection.

Villain, hands curled to his own face in excitement, hungrily snagged a thin vile from his pocket. Hero paid it no mind, his thoughts still stumbling from his mouth. 

Hero paid no mind to the familiar gleam of the shining liquid.

“Hero.” Hero’s rambling ceased immediately. 

“Would you like some more?”

#hero whumpee #whump #whumpblr #brainwashing #hero x villain #villain whumper #love potion #my writing #writing drabble

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #242

“Sorry, sunshine, I don’t do love potions no more. The ethical quandaries were keeping me awake at night.”

“Oh, no, no,” said the other apothecary. “I don’t need one made; I was wondering if you could taste one of mine.” Then, as if only just realizing the sound of their words, they flushed bright red. “Not in a weird way, I just have a hard time finding test subjects and I’ve admired you’re work for a long time so I trust your judgment and I know as a professional you keep antidote around so it shouldn’t have any problem being reversed. I just want to know if I’m doing it right before I try putting it on shelves! It would just be a little taste, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought since I’m in town, and in your shop, it wouldn’t hurt to at least ask.”

#prompt #writing prompt #short prompt #creative writing #writblr #writeblr #fiction #writing community #writing #love potion #fantasci #but will they fall in love? #fantasy #fantasy writing #fantasy writing community