#me and my growing farm against the world!!!

[oldyears]

started playing stardew valley might as well say goodbye to productivity

#i’m HOOKED #games like this and acnh keep my focus so well #me and my growing farm against the world!!! #moi

[yanderestarangel]

"RIDE ME" | COWBOY!JOHNNY CAGE X FTM READER

TW: afab anatomy, porn plot, ftm/male reader, dom!johnny, sub!reader, pet names, oral (f!r), creampie, age gap, v!sex, himbo/roseboy reader, ride Johnny's nose.

"𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄..."

You and Johnny were co-workers, making a period film, where he was a cowboy and you were a poor innocent peasant, wearing a flowy white dress that showed the cleavage of your breasts, while you acted in another scene with him.

The scene was going well, until you needed to go to a real farm to have a beautiful setting, while the atmosphere and sexual tension between you two increased, calling you "sweet boy" "little angel" "my baby boy doll" or even making double-meaning jokes, asking if you would want to ride on his lap, and you liked it, feeling your core react to every compliment and flirtation from him.

You two were alone on the farm, waiting for the production team so Johnny decided to train with you, he was your cowboy after all.

"-Save the horse, ride the cowboy, what do you think pretty boy?" Johnny spoke with a hoarse whisper, adjusting his cowboy hat, while looking at you with a look of desire. You smiled at his joke, a routine muscular movement, he was always there - flirting with you while you played a lost poor peasant, making Cage jump headfirst into all the fantasies he had saved from months of working on set together. He leaned closer, his hot breath against your ear as his hands grazed your waist, his fingers slightly grazing the fabric of your dress.

"-Don't you worry, cowboy's got a wild side too,especially for pretty boys like you." His voice was low and seductive, promising a world of pleasure as he pressed his growing erection against you, relishing in the contact. Johnny moved his hand to lightly cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your soft skin.

"-You make it hard for a cowboy to stay gentlemanly, you know?" He teased, his voice dripping with lust as he nuzzled your neck -his lips brushed against your collarbone, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your skin. "-Would you like that, my sweet boy? To have a cowboy show you pleasures you've only dreamt of?"

You felt goosebumps all over your body, you two were alone there, at the recording farm and no one was going to arrive - or they could arrive at any moment and catch you two in the act... which increased your desire to give yourself to Cage right there - you smiled and just lifted the hem of your dress, exposing yourself to the older man. Johnny couldn't help but be turned on by your boldness and eagerness for pleasure. He relished in the control he had over you, watching as you exposed yourself before him.

"-Holy shit (Y/N)... no panties? just waiting for me to fuck that pussy of yours, right?" He spoke hoarsely, looking at you with a dark look full of anxiety, an anxiety of having you for himself, you made some provocative comment about his nose, making him smile even more as he took large steps towards you, with his hands on his waist "-Well, baby, I think it's time for this cowboy to show you what that big nose can do, straddle my face and let me make you cum like no one ever has...baby boy doll."

He finally towered over you, with an agile and strong movement he guided you to the floor, on top of him, so that your cunt was above his mouth - you sat on his warm lips, with a low, broken moan - His hands, they firmly held your hips, guiding you as you straddled his mouth. "-Mmm, that's it, sweet boy..." he murmured, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "-Feel how much this cowboy wants to please you."

His nose brushed against your clit, and he could feel your excitement building with every stroke. The raw sensuality in your tone only fueled his desire to please you. "-Mmm, you like that, don't you, my doll boy?" He teased, his tongue dancing skillfully over your slick folds, expertly lapping at your pussy. He used his grip on your thighs to guide your movements, his other hand slipping between his own legs, stroking his hard length. He let out a low groan of pleasure, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through you. As you expressed your impending climax, Johnny intensified his efforts, his lips forming a seal around your clit as he sucked and nibbled on it, his tongue working fervently inside you. He could taste your arousal, a heady mix of desire and need. "-Such a good boy, taking what you want. You're driving me crazy... I need to fuck you."

With one last flick of his tongue, he pushed you over the edge, your body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through you. He eagerly drank in your essence, greedily lapping up every drop as your orgasm washed over you. Johnny pulled away, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched you in the aftermath of your release. "-You taste even sweeter than I imagined, my angel." His voice was hoarse with desire as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. "-But I think we're just getting started."

You pulled away from his face, seeing the movie star's pulsing length glisten with pre cum, an invitation for you to ride him right there, you just accepted, positioning yourself on Johnny's cock. Johnny groaned as he felt the tightness of your pussy enveloping his cock, relishing in the sensation as you rode him, as you swallowed him whole, Johnny’s voice became hoarse. "-Fuck, your pussy is amazing." Your moans of pleasure only served to drive him further, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements. He slapped your ass, reveling in the sound of the impact and the way his skin turned red under his touch.

"-Such a fucking mess... a slut desperate for a dick, filling your hole, such a naughty whore, isn't it? Riding my dick like it's the only thing you know." Johnny's hands tightened on your hips, increasing the pace of your movements, his thrusts becoming more fervent.

"-Ride me, my boy. Show me how much you want it. I want to hear you scream my name as you cum on my cock, you like it rough, don't you? You crave a strong and rude cowboy to take control of you."

He continued thrusting into you, matching your movements with his, his hand coming down on your ass. "-That's it, my sweet boy. Take every inch of me. Show me how much you love being fucked by a real cowboy." His voice dripped with dominance as he continued to stimulate your clit, using the movement of his hips and the friction of his cock to bring you closer to the edge. His grip on your clit tightened, his fingers circling and teasing until your moans turned into loud screams. "-That's right, scream for me, baby. Let the whole farm hear how good I'm fucking you."

As his pleasure increased, Johnny's own desire reached its peak. He held back his own release, wanting to see you cum first, knowing how much it turned you on. "-Are you ready to cum, dear boy?"

He felt your pussy clenching around his cock, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure coursing through him. He thrust deeper, wanting to feel every inch of you tightening around him.

"-Oh fuck my star boy... You're gonna make me cum too!" He grunted, his control slipping as he watched your face contort with pleasure. "-Fuck yeah, take it all. Take everything I have." His voice was hoarse with desire as he pounded into you, his movements becoming more primal. Johnny pulled out abruptly, his cum splattering across your body, the white jets soiled your breasts, pussy and dress, as you trembled on top of him, your legs shaking as Cage smiled contentedly and smug beneath you, arranging the cowboy hat in his messy strands.

He couldn't help but groan in satisfaction, the sight of your wetness mixed with his own semen covering you making him harder than ever. "-You're fucking perfect" he murmured softly, reaching down to touch your now-swollen lips that had been stretched around his dick just moments ago. "-And so fucking hot." Johnny smirked, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks and trembling lips.

"-Do you want me to fuck you again? You can ride me all day baby, this old cowboy here can take a lot more."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Authority ||

Shane Walsh x female reader

Tags/warnings: dirty, sweaty, horny, Shane sex cos that's what I want.

Shane can't help chuckling at your stormy expression and demeanour as you pound an angered path towards the garage store where he's working.

“What's grinding your gears this time darlin’?” He asks, but you only shoot him a fierce scowl in answer.

“Aw nah, you been fightin’ with Rick again?” he guesses. You always had something to say about him almost every other day.

You clench your teeth before answering. “He won't let me lead a group to go check out that boarded up farm we passed a week or so ago. I know there must be some good stuff in there, maybe even fuel and tools!” You kick at the door frame in annoyance. “He says he doesn't think it's worth it, that it's too dangerous and that the others wouldn't listen to me or respect my authority on a trip out there anyway. Fuck him!”

Shane watches you winding yourself up in a rage, your fists bunching till your knuckles are showing through your skin.

“He thinks I'm green but I've got skills! I can help! Why does he have to be such a knowitall asshole lording it over all the rest of us? It ain't fair.”

He catches your wrist before you start punching the wall. “Hey, hey now. You gonna calm down before you break somethin’, like your goddamn fingers?”

You scrunch up your face in annoyance. “Depends. You gonna take his side and tell me I'm just a little girl who should shut up cos she doesn't know anything?”

He looks you straight in the eyes. “Nah, I know you're capable. You just gotta give Rick some time to trust you with it, that's all. Hell, I know he's a grouchy sonofabitch but the system's worked alright so far, huh?”

You growl in defeat.

He's got a point you guess, but it still rubs you up the wrong way how Rick seems to see you as nothing more than a nagging pain in his ass. “Would you follow orders from me, Shane?” you challenge.

He gives you that signature self-assured cocky smile of his. “You bet. I trust your judgement, sweetheart.”

You scoff, actually semi surprised by his seemingly honest response.

“Yeah, sure you would. Whatever.”

You watch him in silence as he moves crates of supplies, some full up with cans and other heavy items, stacking them up against the wall. His vest is damp with sweat, beads of moisture roll down his neck to his broad, glistening chest and you can't help licking your lips.

“Doesn't help that it's so fucking hot today,” you muse, tugging your own shirt away from your sticky skin. Then you settle on an idea.

“I'm going down to the lake. Come with me.”

Shane pauses, glances up. “I gotta finish up this shit…”

You plant your hands on your hips. “Come with me. That's an order, Shane.” You smirk and he catches on, putting the crate down and straightening up.

“S’that so?” He responds with an interested look and you nod.

“Y’said you'd follow my lead, so follow.” you quip, walking out into the blazing heat of the yard towards the gate.

“Might be walkers down there.” He says, grabbing his pistol and knife from the shelf and tucking them into the back of his pants.

You wave your hand carelessly back in his direction as you keep walking. You've got your own weapon on you. “I'm capable, remember?”

Shane rolls his eyes as he catches you up. He's not sure what he's letting himself in for but it's not a good idea to let you go off alone, especially if he expects you've got something to prove.

The lake was a godsend. A welcome actual oasis in this rabid and lethal world that you'd all found yourselves trying to survive. A perk of living in the camp and bearing Rick's questionable leadership. It was small, a now undammed creek running in to fill an old quarry, but it was fairly safe and utterly perfect for dip on a day like this.

The side you came in on had a grassy bank and a large tree growing near, giving some much needed shade before the ground turned to gravel and slate near the water. You scoped out the rim and the shimmering, inviting water for any signs of walkers and once satisfied it was clear, you turned to Shane, planting your palm firmly on his damp chest.

“You, stay.” You command, gesturing at him to sit down.

“What the hell? How come I don't get to cool off?” He complains as he reluctantly sits on the baking hot grass. You cross your arms at the hem of your shirt and tug it up over your head.

“You said you'd follow my orders, didn't you? Don't you trust me?” You grin, slinging your top over a low branch of the tree and then starting to unbutton your pants.

Shane watches unashamedly as you undress in front of him. You had brought him here after all, wanted him here for whatever reason, and he sure as hell wasn't about to complain about the current view he's got. His gaze roams over the curves of your near-naked body as you strip to your well-worn underwear. He's never seen this much of you before, and he likes it.

You make your way to the water's edge, shrieking and then humming with relief as the sudden cold hits your heated skin.

“So what the hell am I s’posed to do? It's as hot as all hell, even in the shade!” Shane calls out.

“Watch for walkers, idiot!” You yell back with a laugh, and wade in deeper into the lake until you can swim. It was such a treat to have this space relatively close to the camp, but it wasn't the only thing you had in mind…

Shane watches you enjoying yourself as he sweats under the tree. You had your own watchful eye on him, near salivating as he eventually pulled his vest off to reveal the rest of that deliciously toned torso.

When you're done you walk slowly out of the lake, shaking off your hair and stalking towards where Shane was lying on the bank. He pushes himself up on his hands, surprised as you straddle his hips, grunting as cool droplets of water fall from your body onto his.

“What are ya doin’?” He asks as you push him back down to lie flat on his back.

“Cooling you off.” You reply matter of factly as you rock your hips down on his crotch, feeling his cock beginning to harden rapidly through your wet panties.

“Yeah?” His voice is husky, his hands finally landing at your waist as you lean in close, grinding yourself against his cock again, feeling him twitch.

“When I first came here, Rick told me to stay away from you, y'know? Said you were dangerous…”

“Fuck…” Shane curses, his fingers gripping at your damp skin and eyes flicking between the sight of your hardened nipples poking through your bra and your wiggling hips on his. “You doin’ this to get back at him or somethin’?” He asks with a slight strain in his voice.

“No...”

Your own fingers start to explore and trail over his chest, scratching briefly at his nipples and on down those washboard abs to hook under the waistband of his pants. You can't help yourself, leaning down, your tongue sliding out between your lips to lick up the layer of sweat from between his pecs. You close your eyes as the satisfying taste of his salty musk hits your taste buds and both you and Shane moan. You lick and kiss your way up to the side of his neck and nip at his earlobe, purring out your desire.

“I just wanted you to fuck me.”

His eyes gleam a dark amber in the sun as he looks up at you. “Yeah? Is that an order too?”

“Do you want it to be?”

You teased the question but he wastes no time, scrabbling quickly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling his thick cock out of his underwear as you shimmy out of your panties. You'd need to be fast, this was all the foreplay you needed. You couldn't risk any of the others from the camp wandering down here and finding you both.

He was just as big as you had imagined. You weren't at all surprised with the way he would nearly always stride dick first through the camp. When you could, you'd sometimes pass any quiet moments watching him work, whether it was swinging an axe to cut firewood, or patrolling up on the wall. Even if he could be smarmy and bullish he was prime eye candy for sure, and you wanted a taste.

“God… damn.” Shane hisses as you sink down on him, your bodies now as one, feeling your tight, wet heat gripping around his throbbing length. Air leaves your lungs in a gasp as you start to move up and down, and Shane moves his hips upwards in quick, powerful thrusts to meet yours. “Shit… god-fucking-damn!”

“Fuck, Walsh!” You moan as he's stimulating the deepest parts of you, his hands firm on your hips, fingers pressing in harder..

“S'at good?” He grits out, captivated by the feel and look of you moving above him with abandon.

“So good-” you whine. He shifts forward, ducking his head to mouth at the softness of your breasts spilling over your bralet.

“Oh you like that, huh?” he snarls, “yeah, jus’ like that?” He leans back again so he can pound into you even harder, gritting his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck to pool at his collarbones with the effort. He snatches the cups of your bra down, letting your tits bounce around, squeezing them hard before he drops one hand down to where your bodies meet, his thumb desperately rubbing sloppy circles over your slick, swollen pearl.

The dry grass presses into your knees as you fuck, your pussy starting to flutter as the tightness at the core of you builds so quickly. You haven't had any form of intimacy for so long that everything you're feeling now is intense, sharp, and needed.

“Don't you dare stop!” You threaten, riding his cock even faster as you near your edge.

Shane is panting, hips bucking wildly.

“Shit-shit-shit baby I'm gonna cum, aw fuck I'm gonna-”

You lift up off of him and rapidly switch to frantically rubbing your pussy and clit along the length of his cock, seconds later his mouth is forming a silent ‘o’ and his pulsing dick is shooting stripes of creamy white over his stomach and chest between you as you topple over with him. Shane hooks his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down and smashing your hot mouths together as you both shudder through your orgasms with a deep shared moan.

You push off of him, laying on your back to his side, both of you panting ragged breaths with the heat and exertion.

“Fuck… oh christ.”

Your satisfied hum turns to laughter when you hear Shane's curses yet again.

“So, do you like a woman that knows what she wants an’ orders you around, Walsh?”

He grumbles, gingerly sitting up and wincing at the sweaty, messy state he's in. “Mm, I guess only when it's me that she wants.”

He gets up and strips off his boots and pants, and you watch as he takes his gorgeous ass into the lake to wash, dunking his entire body and scrubbing his hands over his face and closely shaved head. You soon follow and when you're done you put your now-dry clothes back on in a silence only disturbed by birdsong and the sound of the bubbling creek.

“We should get back.” You say redundantly, breaking the sudden tension that had formed.

“Yeah.” Shane agrees, not meeting your eyes.

You awkwardly part ways back at the gate, and when you're on shift up on the wall later that night you can't help wondering if you miscalculated, made a mistake.

“Hey.”

You almost jump out of your skin as Shane sneaks up behind you.

You calm your racing heart as you move the barrel of the gun away from him. “Jesus christ, don't do that, I could have killed you!”

He just smirks, holding his hands up in surrender. “Well now I wasn't lookin' for that.” He drawls, and you soften.

“So what were you looking for?”

"You had any more run-ins with Rick today?"

"Uh... no? Why?" You reply, slightly confused.

He shrugs, eyes flitting between the gun you're holding and you. “Just been wonderin’, if maybe you wanna order me around some more?”

#shane walsh x female reader #shane walsh smut #shane walsh fic

[kilibaggins]

Promise | Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: I've loved daryl dixon since middle school and now i feel like i should try to write him! this was not requested but i really felt like writing for him so here i am.

Summary: Ever since things started slowing down at the prison, and more people started to join the group, Daryl started... Distancing himself from you. You've had enough.

my requests are very much open just so you know! go ahead and request something just read my rules first (its linked in pinned)

Word Count: 1100

The prison has been without incident for two weeks now. A couple weeks ago a fight broke out, and before that, it had been a case of theft… Things that remind you of the old world. Small things compared to some of the big ones you've experienced.

Things seem… Nice. People are starting to flourish, people are starting to grow. You've made new friends, new fellow survivors who you share your days with. It's comforting to know that after everything you have somewhere safe to be, even if only for now.

The only thing is that… Daryl never talks to you.

See, to many people this might be normal. He's Mr. Macho. He's the one that stays secluded and isolated and never talks unless he has to but… This is different. He's always been different with you. You've always been the one who tries your best to check on him, to care for him, even when he's pushing himself away.

Even back on Hershel's farm, when he kept his tent far away, you walked out there every day to check on him and keep him company. When Andrea accidentally shot him and he seemed to be on death's door you were the one to help him through that.

Once the farm got overrun, and you all started frantically trying to find a new place to be, you two had gotten even closer. He'd watch your back, and you'd try to watch his, it was as great as a new friendship could be in a world that has ended.

But after the prison got up and running and after things calmed down he started to… Disappear. When you'd go to find him for hunts he wouldn't be there, or he'd already be gone. When you'd try to do anything with him he'd practically push you into a different group.

You have to admit, it hurts. You thought things were going well, but all of a sudden he's completely cold-shouldering you.

It's been a long day, and in your frustration, you realize that all you want is the man you had once thought of as your best friend. Daryl. You huff and climb on the long stairs of the prison up to the back where Daryl put his cell. Pretty much as far away from everyone as possible, in true Daryl fashion.

“Hey…” You say, leaning against the entranceway to the cell. The cell door is only half closed and you see he's cleaning his bow.

“What?” He asks, instead of saying hello back. You roll your eyes.

“Just wanted to talk for a minute.” You say, trying to smile at him.

“Then talk.” He says, his voice frustrated. You feel the emotion pool up in your chest.

“I just- How have you been? We haven't talked much lately, but-”

“Ya got anything important to say or are ya just here to bug me?” Daryl asks, finally looking up at you. You tear up and turn away, taking a few steps away from the cell.

“Whatever…” You say. Before you make it to the stairs though you pause. You turn around and march to the door. “You know you don't have to be such a jerk.”

“'Scuse me?” Daryl asks, his eyes piercing as he puts down his crossbow.

“You heard me. What is your problem?” You ask, angry. You're done having him ignore you like this. “All I want to do is talk to my best friend for more than ten minutes-”

“Best friend? Please, ya can't be serious.” Daryl snaps. He stands up and throws his arms out. “I ain't yer best friend. Go talk to someone else.”

“What happened to us being close, huh? You used to like being around me.” You say, your voice raising.

“I did like bein’ around ya. But things change.” Daryl says, turning around and picking up his jacket. He always has to be fidgeting with something.

“Why?” You ask, your voice breaking a bit. You cough and shake your head. “Why do things have to change? What did I do wrong?”

“Ya didn't do nothing. Just… Just go be with someone else. I got issues I gotta take care of.” He says. He isn't looking at you, head looking down at the small patch on his jacket that you added.

“… I don't want to be with someone else.” You say.

“Well, ya should!” Daryl suddenly yells. “Go be with someone actually worth somethin’.”

Your heart breaks. You finally step into his cell and walk up to him. He's purposefully avoiding eye contact with you and you reach out and touch his arm. He moves away only for a second before letting you touch him.

“Daryl… You're my best friend. I'm gonna be honest, you're probably more than that, you mean the world to me. You're who I want to be around… Don't tell me you've been pushing me away because of that.”

Daryl doesn't say anything and frowns. He looks at you before looking back down.

“Don't want ya findin' out ya wasted yer time on me,” Daryl says. You reach up and gently tuck his hair behind his ear. He flinches slightly and you frown.

“Let me make that choice, okay?” You say gently.

“But-”

“Let me make my own choices. I want to be around you. I want to talk to you and hang out with you. You're it for me, whether you want it to be romantic or platonic, I want you in my life.” You say. You reach down and straighten his shirt. “Everyone else here doesn't get what we've been through. You do. Do you want me around?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Then you’re stuck with me.” You say, smiling at him.

"M'sorry." He says, as he tries to look away to hide his smile but you catch it anyways.

“There you are.” You say, grinning.

“Stop.” He mumbles, trying to turn away again, his smile getting bigger. You grab his hands turn him back to you and smile widely at him. You love his smile. “Said stop, punk.”

You laugh and lean up to kiss his cheek. You can feel how warm it is.

“Don’t leave me, okay?” You ask, looking up at him. Your smile is gone now, and he can tell you’re serious. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

“A’right. Promise.” He says, shrugging, but he still has that genuine look in his eyes.

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He rolls his eyes.

“What're ya, six?”

“Shut up and pinky promise me, Dixon.” You say, laughing. He scoffs and his pinky interlocks with yours.

“Promise.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead imagine #my fanfic #twd #thewalkingdead #daryldixon #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n

[ssaeri]

for your eyes only

☆ tags: elliott x gn!reader, elliott and farmer are married, he writes love poems for his spouse and is told to monetize them, oh boy is he not happy about that ☆

You pat your pig's backside encouragingly and coo as it digs its snout into the ground, unearthing yet another truffle that you add to your basket. Can't believe you were worried about this one being the runt of its litter—it's quickly proving to be one of the fastest learners, taking to truffle hunting like a duck to water. It'll do just fine with the rest of the adult pigs.

Taking care of the farm by yourself has always been a gargantuan task, but as the years go by, everything grows bigger—the coops, the barns, the ponds, the crops, the expectations—and exhaustion wears you down to the bone. You sigh and push to your feet, ready to head into the nearest coop to collect more eggs. Collect animal products, drop them into churning machines, harvest and sell. It feels like the cycle never ends. Against your neck, the small mermaid's pendant slides on its chain, another reminder of your absent husband. An extra pair of helping hands made the daily work light; you wonder if it's selfish to ask him to stay home more often.

"I know, I know," you say to your angry chickens once you open the door. You miss your husband, but these girls like to remind you that they miss him more. "He'll be home soon. Bear with me, okay?"

After giving each of them pats on the head, a motion they accept with reluctance, you dig around the hay for eggs. The large chicken and dinosaur eggs are easy to spot, but for the delicate duck eggs, you prod every corner with your fingers until you come across something warm and smooth. You push away your hens as they peck at your hands. The ducks are fine with you. The chickens, however...how in the world did Elliott win them over?

Outside, your dog barks. A single warning to the intruder before the tone shifts into excitement. Someone familiar, then. Maybe Marnie is stopping by to give you some hay like she mentioned last night. With winter approaching, any addition to your reserves is appreciated, and you're already wiping your hands on your overalls to greet her.

"Hey, Marnie! I'm just in here—"

You stop in your tracks when the visitor raises his head, though he's not exactly a visitor. Elliott smiles as you draw close, ignoring the horde of chickens now lining the fence for his attention. Their wings flap, clucking loudly as they hit each other.

"Good morning, my love," he says over the noise, as if it really is the start to a normal day. His thumb reaches out to rub at a dirt smudge on your cheek. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Just some leftovers and coffee," you reply, dazed. Your husband tends to have that effect, and after two weeks apart, you feel it more than ever. You lean into his touch, comforting against your wind-blown skin. "I thought you were coming home tomorrow?"

"I decided to come back early. The office didn't need me today, anyway."

"You should've messaged me! I would've picked you up at the train station," you say. Behind him sits his traveling suitcase, the wheels speckled with mud from being dragged through the road. He steps in front of it. "Why don't you go get unpacked? I'll be done soon."

He leans his elbows onto the fence, tilting his head until his fiery hair spills over one shoulder. "You're rather quick to dismiss my presence. If I didn't know better, I'd say that you're unhappy to see me," he says, though his words hold no accusation. It's merely a way to boost his ego when you reassure him. After all, you practically radiate by his side. "Would you like me to help?"

You glance at the dress shoes, the slacks, the spotless cardigan that he's already shrugging off to reveal a clean pressed button-down. Not exactly farm-friendly attire. "No, I'll be alright by myself."

"I could go change really quickly," he offers in a suspicious rush.

You search his expression then, and underneath the joy of being back, there's...something. You squint, unable to make it out. Sure, he must've missed you, but this feels like it runs deeper than that. When you give him a nod, he hurries towards the house, your dog chasing and barking at his heels. True to his word, he's back in minutes.

The chickens are much more cooperative now, and you roll your eyes at how they parade around your husband. They even hop around the coop, showing him where they've hidden their eggs from your intrusive searching.

"Thank you, dearies," he says to the hens. You swear they swoon.

"A real heart breaker," you deadpan. "Have you told them you're married?"

He chuckles, taking your hand as you move into the barns next door. While you lay out new hay on the feeding bench, he unhooks the stools and milk pails and sets them on either side of the door. It's hard to believe that just a few months ago he barely knew how to approach your animals, let alone help you with the chores.

He whistles lowly, and the first cow trudges to his station, ready to be milked. You get settled at your own station. One of the newer goats skids to the front of the line, eager to be let outside. It's not quiet in the barn—it never is, not with twelve grown animals waiting for their turn—but when you call Elliott's name, he looks at you. His ponytail needs to be retied.

"So why'd you come home early?" The young adult goats don't have much milk, just enough for a small container. You pat its hind leg, and it runs into the crisp autumn air with an excited bleat.

"I missed the atmosphere of our farm. The fresh air of the valley is good for my creative soul, unlike the bustle of Zuzu City."

You only raise your eyebrows, and he sighs from your all-knowing gaze.

"You read me a little too well, my love."

"I sure hope so, after all this time together. Did something happen at the office?"

Since the release of his last collection of short stories, he's been invited to the city more often for author-related events. This latest stint, running a series of writing workshops in partnership with Zuzu University and the local community, was organized by his agent in hopes of bigger opportunities. Maybe even a guest lecturer contract, they've said on more than one occasion, though Elliott refuses to be apart from you for too long.

Elliott gives another sigh. "Something like that. I just...it was admittedly negligence on my part. I was in the middle of writing you another letter when someone required my presence down the hall. I thought that it'd be a quick matter, so I didn't clear my desk. But apparently one of the secretaries came looking for me while I was out."

"Did they read...?" You wrinkle your nose, knowing how private Elliott is about his unpolished work. He's even more private about what he writes for your eyes only. "I'm sure they were embarrassed."

"That's what bothers me the most! She had the audacity to bring it up in front of everyone when we had a meeting, even quoted a few lines—"

The cow groans as he moves particularly rough. He gives it an apologetic scratch under the chin.

"So for the past two days, everyone has been trying to talk me into releasing a collection of love poems, which I would have no issues with if it didn't stem from such a personal...I mean, the poems were addressed to my muse, and when I explained that it was you, they said that was even better. Something about how the romance will really sell." He frowns. "I like being able to support myself—contribute to our funds, you know—with my writing, but it's not...a commodity. I'm allowed to make art for the sake of making art."

His forehead is furrowed, and you would reach out to ease the frustration if your hands weren't busy.

"What's your plan now?"

He scoffs. "There's no plan regarding that. I completely refuse. It's quite insulting, in fact, the idea that I'd put my love on display for a paycheck."

It's relieving, you have to admit. Even after getting a taste of success, your husband remains the same person you said your vows to. The same romantic who holds you in such high esteem. There's so many emotions—namely affection—swirling in your chest, but you're not the writer so all you manage is a simple Okay.

"Okay," you say again for good measure, but he must understand you because his expression smooths. "So what do you want for lunch?"

#stardew x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #sdv elliott x reader #stardew x farmer #stardew valley x farmer #sdv x farmer #sdv elliott x farmer #stardew valley scenarios #sdv scenarios #sdv elliott scenarios #stardew scenarios #saeri writes;

[thisblogisaboutabook]

hi! i saw that you were writing acotar fics inspired by taylor’s songs (which i both love so this is amazing), do you think you can write a fic based on “ivy” ? it always makes me think about the acotar world for some reason. maybe with azriel if you’re okay with that ?

Am I okay with that?? I’m more than okay with that! Perhaps even elated! Azriel is my fav and I had the pleasure of seeing Taylor and Aaron perform Ivy together at the Eras Tour. Thank you so much for the incredible ask!

Ivy (covered in you)

An ACOTAR oneshot inspired by Taylor Swift

Azriel x Reader

Update: Find the bonus chapter here: Solstice Tree Farm (Christmas Tree Farm)

warnings: attempted SA, dub-con, suggestive, language

Warm lips pressed against my forehead as calloused fingertips deftly pushed aside the stray hairs that had slipped over my face.

We’d been wrapped up here for hours. An incandescent glow emanating from us that had nothing to do with the warm fire shrouding us in its flickering light. A plush blanket draped over our naked forms as my hands roamed freely underneath. His skin was warm, heavenly, every sacred inch of it bringing solace to my frigid heart. His own heart responsible for melting away the frost that covered it most of the time.

I leaned up to look at him, this male whom I loved with every ounce of my being. Looked into those golden-flecked hazel eyes that bore straight into my soul, seeing all of me, every cursed inch.

“You’re mine.” I whispered, pulling a large scarred hand over my breast, letting him feel the heart that beat so effortlessly in his presence. “Always mine, right in here.”

His hand lingered there, eyes filled with reverence as he absorbed each beat of my heart, every thought that filled my head, the entirety of my soul that was consumed with him - screamed that it loved him, desired him, belonged to him. Minutes passed like that. My fingers tracing soothing lines around those beautiful scars, scars derived from the ugliest of places. He was my reminder, my hope, that beauty could grow from the ugliest places. He survived the unspeakable horrors of his childhood and became this wonderful male before me. A beacon of hope rooted so deeply into my soul, filling it with rays of love that flooded out the darkness within me. The darkness that-

A hideous laugh cracked through the memory, like lightning jolting my thoughts back to this waste of a reality. My husband sharing some crass tale that he’d recycled with the audiences of various court functions over the years.

I threw back the glass of wine in my hand just in time to catch the attention of an attendant strolling by, placing the empty glass on his tray and snagging two more glasses off of it. I’d need them both to get through his pompous storytelling.

I resented the male with every fiber of my being. I wanted to hate him but told myself he wasn’t that bad. He didn’t hit or threaten violence against me. I had every physical item I could ask for. I even had blissful breaks from his presence, free to roam where I chose in his absence - so long as I didn’t leave Vallahan and maintained a modest, ladylike presence.

He didn’t have the brain to challenge any of the bigoted views instilled in him growing up: belief in the separation of “lesser-fae” and “high fae”, a wife’s place was to sit obediently by his side and look pretty, females didn’t have a place in court politics. I would have never married him, given the choice. But what is choice in a place like Vallahan? I wished Mor were here to suffer through the evening with me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

My life changed the night I met Morrigan - an emissary from Prythian. We instantly hit it off. My husband dismissing her presence as she was merely a female, waving me off to “entertain” her. I led her to my library where we spoke for hours. I could not remember the last time I laughed like I did that night, had I ever?

From the start, I informed her that spending time with me was a futile effort. I had no sway in the court or even with my husband. I once had hope that he’d come around, see me as an equal who was worthy of his consideration. But that was a long time ago and I’d since given up - biding my time with wine, books, and spending his money.

I made a difference in the ways I could without getting cut off from the liberties of leaving the estate. I spent his money in less affluent areas of our city where I knew that it would make a difference. I tipped any server well and even tipped the shopkeepers and clerks, donated gifts my husband had given me that he’d since forgotten about, “accidentally” dropped gold marks as I walked past buskers and beggars in the street. Vallahan was incredibly wealthy. There was no excuse for the poverty that its royalty allowed to befall its “lesser” denizens.

Mor had simply waived off my efforts in sending her back out to network with the nobility and spent the duration of that event with me. We swapped tales of our lands, risqué jokes, of our families. Her family had been much worse than mine but elements were quite relatable. My family saw me as nothing more than a bargaining chip, marrying me off to the highest bidder, having nothing to do with me unless they needed an invitation to an event that could advance their social standing. I couldn’t relate, however, to her chosen family. I had nobody. She smiled, mentioning of a friend in her chosen family that I would love. She claimed we both held silent, observant statures in public settings, and let our true light shine when we were alone with friends. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that this was the first time in a century I’d truly let the light break through.

We began seeking eachother out at the functions she attended as emissary. Using my silent presence, I would garner information that could aid Mor in her peace treaty efforts. She never once asked such a thing of me. It was my choice to offer the information, a chance to make a difference. My idiot husband never once considering that her and I could be talking about anything other than classic literature and the latest fashions.

It was months later that I sat in our manor’s great room, quietly reading a book whilst sipping on a blend of spiced tea Mor had gifted me from Prythian. The sun shone through the windows, keeping the room illuminated enough while leaving shadowed corners perfect for going unnoticed and unbothered in.

Hushed voices interrupted my reading as my husband and a stern looking red-headed male entered the opposite end of the room, seating themselves in front of the fireplace - their chairs facing away from me. Without noticing my presence, they began speaking of communications between his court and the mortal queens. My ears perked at the mention of Koschei and something about an alliance. The males were interrupted by a house attendant informing them that their private lunch was prepared and awaiting them in the dining room.

The next time I spoke with Mor, her brows furrowed at the mention of the conversation, asking me to describe the male as best I could. I gave her the best description I could including his red hair, cold expression and baritone voice. Her jaw slackened, mouth forming an “Oh” before she muttered, “Fucking Beron.”

My eyes widened at the name. Beron Vanserra, the High Lord of Prythian’s Autumn Court.

From there, Mor asked if I remembered the friend she’d mentioned before, the observant one with quiet wit. As I nodded, she placed a gentle hand on my leg, quietly stating, “I need your help.”

We made a plan to meet up with her friend the following week as my husband traveled to Rask for meetings. I met Mor at the quarters she stayed at while on the continent. The room smelled of her and an intoxicating aroma of chilled mist and cedar. Mor hugged me before saying, “Y/N, meet Azriel. Spymaster of the Night Court.”

Any expectations I had of the “friend” Mor mentioned flew out the window. I never thought to question whether her friend was male or female, if they were high-fae, what they looked like… maybe I should have. I had to look like a fool as I gaped at the gorgeous male stepping out of the shadows and into the room’s light. Gold-flecked hazel eyes met mine as I marveled at the towering male before me. Raven-black hair, tan skin with tattoos peaking over the top of his black tunic, and the wings, oh they were incredible. The sun highlighting the subtle hues of red undertones throughout their massive form. An Illyrian. I’d read of the Illyrian warriors of Prythian in texts but I’d never seen one in person.

His jaw dropped for a moment as he looked to my feet where shadows were swirling. He apologized profusely as they ignored his command to return to him, stating that they had never done this before. I gave him a puzzled look before he continued, telling me that he was a Shadowsinger.

A Shadowsinger. I thought they were myths but here he was. This gorgeous, living, breathing male before me. As real as the palpitations I felt in my heart under his gaze.

Quickly I regained my composure as the three of us sat to discuss the information I’d gleaned from Beron and my husband. And from there, we worked together. The more information regarding a potential alliance we had, the more efficiently plans could be made to prevent it. Both Mor and Azriel respectfully ensured that I was comfortable with an increased spy presence as I worked with them. The risks of infiltrating were numerous but the risk of a potential alliance with Koschei outweighed any risk on our ends.

Azriel would sneak into court functions with Mor as she attended her standard emissary business - his shadows shrouding him from view, and I would meet with either Azriel or Mor anytime my husband was traveling on business to discuss the latest information from around the manor.

While my husband was completely oblivious, his family was dangerous. An elite family of nobility who dealt in bloodshed and blackmail. I was truly fortunate to not have been married off to one of his brothers - my husband being the least terrible of them all.

That night as I lay in bed, I found my heart racing. Not from fear but from…. Excitement. Azriel’s presence made me feel hopeful, giddy. He continued bringing up his concern for my safety during our meeting to which I insisted that I could handle myself. His persistence enough that by the end, I allowed him to send a shadow to accompany me for the time being.

I came to find the little shadow comforting. I knew from my studies that they were to be feared, yet I couldn’t help but enjoy its company. I began talking to it when nobody was around going as far as reading to the thing. Gods, had I really become so lonely that a shadow brought me joy?

The first time I met with Azriel alone, he gave me a mischevious grin. When asked what it was for, he just shook his head with a little blush rising to his cheeks. I shared my newest information while his eyes held a playful glint the entire time he listened. I finally elbowed him and insisted he tell me what he found so amusing.

Finally he spoke, “I enjoyed the smut you read to my shadow”

“WHAT!?” I asked, embarrassment rising to my face in an unflattering shade of red.

“My shadows… they tell me everything.” He quipped.

I looked at the shadow now cowering behind my ankles, “You traitorous little shit. I thought we were friends!”

Azriel laughed as the shadow wound up my body and nuzzled my face, a plea for forgiveness. I laughed knowing I should have expected it to relay the information to him.

I smirked, “I forgive you.”

The shadow danced joyfully in response.

Azriel leaned closer, “You seem to have made quite the friend out of that one.”

I nodded in agreement. Blushing at the closeness between our faces.

He smiled. “I’d like to be your friend too.”

Before I could give it a second thought, I closed the distance between us. I had just met this male, barely knew him, but something inside me tugged. Pulled me toward him. I couldn’t hold myself back. It was instinct. My lips needed to be on his, belonged there.

For a moment, he pulled back and looked at me. His eyes searching deep within mine, second guessing, searching for any doubt, seeking permission though I was the one to initiate the kiss.

It was wrong. I knew it was so wrong. I didn’t care. I never had a choice in my marriage but this, it was something I was choosing for myself. So long as Azriel wanted it too.

“Please” I whispered.

It was all he needed to hear before his lips were crashing into mine again.

That was the night the bond snapped into place and my soul became his entirely. Every fiber of my being belonged to him regardless of wherever my physical presence may be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

As days and weeks flew by, I snuck out to him anytime I could, and when I wasn’t with him - a shadow always kept me company.

Azriel purchased a small cottage in the forest with a stone foundation, just large enough for the two of us. Ivy wound up the sides of the dated building and it’s shutters hung loosely. Most would look upon the home and turn their nose up to the state of it. But to me - to me it was everything.

We made love day and night, any time the coast was clear I sought him out. We shared our deepest secrets, held each other as we shared the heartbreaking traumas of our past. Mor met with me less and less, certainly Azriel’s own doing. Though she always sent her regards. I missed her but couldn’t resist the relief I felt at the increased opportunities to meet with Azriel.

This home felt so inviting. I never wanted to leave the cozy embrace of it, or Azriel. The places I had lived in my life were grand by any standards but they were not home, only large shells of loneliness with the sole purpose of containing bodies and furniture for those bodies.

But this, this small cottage, it was home. Azriel was home. Love and warmth encompassed me as soon as I’d walk through the doors and into his strong arms. Our scents intermingled, bodies intertwined, his love rooting itself like Ivy deeper and deeper within the cracks of my stone encompassed soul, tethering us together until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Weeks turned to months and my resentment towards my husband only grew. I began sneaking off to my home even when my husband wasn’t traveling. The fact that he didn’t notice my frequent absence was both a relief and infuriating. He thought so little of me that he’d never once considered what I could be doing behind his back.

I hated the nights he sought me out. Azriel and I both knew it was inevitable and in order to prevent any suspicion I complied. The entire time I’d close my eyes and picture the corded muscles of Azriel’s arms pressing on either side of my head, warm breath heating my neck as he peppered kisses and nipped down it and across my collarbone, wings cocooning us until we were the only two people in the world.

The times my husband would reach for my hand were rare as it was and now his touch just felt invasive, wrong. I longed for the feeling of Azriel’s freezing hands holding mine as we walked in from the snowy wood, the way he’d place a hand on my cheek allowing me to rest my weary head as I cried over our circumstances. I wanted nothing more than to flee with him but if we were caught….. a gods damned blaze would ensue.

Bond or no bond, my husband’s father would never forgive such an injustice toward his son, deeming it an insult to his entire family. He had enough pull with Vallahan’s Leaders that peace treaty talks had the potential to fall apart under his guidance. I was just one female and not one that a war would be started over, however, it could be the final straw leading to an alliance between the mortal queens, Koschei, Vallahan, and Beron’s people. The alliance being what started a war.

This fire we started together, the fire he started when he came into my life, the one that I fueled with a single kiss, it could burn so much more than just us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I once again was brought from reflecting by my husband’s nails-on-a-chalkboard voice. Gods, I was tired. Tired in every sense. Azriel and I had argued the previous night. He had insisted that he would not sneak into tonight’s event, sensing an increased possibility of us being caught. I knew he was right but it was one of those nights where I selfishly wanted nothing more than to run away with him.

My husband’s family traveled to our estate for the weekend, his mother had passed long ago, so it was just his father and miserable brothers visiting. Their attendance escalating risks but also offering the potential of pertinent information being exchanged.

I longed to feel his presence but no sign of his scent filled the air, no sign of his shadows grazing the nape of my neck in greeting aside from my one constant companion. As the evening’s festivities died down I bid the remainder of the party goodnight. I joined my husband’s side to let him know that I was retiring to my chambers, pressing a hand to my forehead, citing a headache. He scoffed in return.

“You are drinking too much. It is a poor reflection on my status as head of this household if you cannot control your alcohol consumption.” I rolled my eyes, turning to retreat as he grabbed my arm firmly, yanking me back to him, “You are lucky we have an audience right now. You would be wise to show me respect.” He was always like this when his family was present. Another mark on the long list of qualities I despised about him.

I said nothing more and wound through the corridors toward my chambers when hushed tones caught my ear. The gravelly voices of my father and brothers-in-law carrying to me. I halted my steps, silently padding closer to the room they occupied.

His father spoke first, “We will approach the King when we return home, regarding the pressing nature of the alliance. Between that whore emissary nosing around and the overgrown bat, we can certainly allude to the benefits of an alliance with Koschei and the queens. Prythian nosing around in the affairs of our kingdom will only work to our advantage.”

The eldest brother chimed in, “Do you think Koschei will hold to his end of the bargain - that we will each receive a territory to overrule in Prythian once it’s been conquered?”

“Considering we have the key to freeing him from the lake he’s confined to, he’ll do anything for us, and when we capture the bat - it will only enhance the deal. Think of what could be achieved with the Shadowsinger under his control.” His father replied.

Shit

I needed to get to Azriel now. How did they even think they could capture him? The fools were so sure of themselves, fueled by pure male arrogance. Quietly I turned around taking a few silent steps away before quickening my pace. I left Azriel’s single shadow that still kept an eye on me to spy on the rest of the conversation.

Rounding a corner toward the cloakroom I crashed into a body. I looked up to find my husband staring at me. “Where are you going?” He murmured. Clearly drunk.

“I needed fresh air, my stomach is hurting.” I lied.

“That can wait. You’re coming with me.” He stated flatly. Lust clouding his eyes.

Shit!

I couldn’t turn him down without raising suspicion. Finding Azriel would have to wait until he was asleep.

I turned to stride down the hall alongside him. Silence filling the air, his scent gagging me.

We entered his chamber and he locked the door behind him before pushing me back toward the bed. Once the backs of my knees met the mattress he shoved me back onto it, not even bothering to remove my dress. He simply raised my skirts, fumbling with the laces of his own pants.

I felt sick. I hated contact with him, the resentment I felt burning like a living flame inside of me - forging itself into pure, solid hate.

“Look your husband in the eyes, wife. Is it not enough that I clothe you, feed you, give you a home only outdone by a castle?”

My brows furrowed as he continued, still fumbling with those laces.

And I was the one who couldn’t control my alcohol consumption

“You seek the company of a lesser fae? Allowing yourself be sullied by that beast?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked innocently. It was then that he backhanded me and spat “Don’t play dumb now, whore.” I cried out at the surprise of the lashing. “Since you’re going to act like a whore I’ll treat you like one.”

“It’s a shame that you couldn’t control yourself. You almost got away with it until you were spotted with that thing yesterday - spotted by my own brother.” Sneering, he continued, “Oh but they have plans for that brute and you are the key.”

With that he pulled out a knife, holding it just above my throat, his hand slightly shaking. Panic started to fill me as the realization sunk in that he was going to use me as a lure to capture Azriel. I swallowed that rising panic praying he hadn’t felt it through the bond.

I had to act now. Turning my head, nearly nicking the flesh of my neck on the blade, I gasped as if I saw something - someone - enter the room. The drunken idiot fell for the rouse. I grabbed his wrist, shoving the knife back and kneed him with all the force I could muster right in the balls.

He rolled off of me and I swiped the knife from his hand. Before he could call for help, I took the opportunity to press it to his neck. Azriel’s shadow returning to me just in time to bind his arms together.

”You thought you could assault me? You couldn’t even handle the laces of your pants, let alone a dagger.”

He looked at me, eyes wide, that lust in his eyes taken over by fear.

“I thought you to be better than your father and brothers but I see your true colors now.”

He opened his mouth to cry for help but I sliced the dagger across his neck before he could make a sound.

“Fool.” I muttered and walked away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The manor burned in flames behind me. My body clothed in spare garb kept in the staff supply room as to not attract any suspicious eyes in the streets. The staff had all returned to their own homes for the night with our essential staff returning to their on-ground quarters, separate from the manor. I stashed as many jewels and gold marks as I could into my clothing. I would find a way to distribute the wealth to displaced staff once I found a safe way to do so.

But now all I could think of was the path ahead. My husband was gone. His awful father and brothers too. Gone before they could ever share their suspicions of Az and Mor with the king. Gone before they could further influence the forming of an alliance. Their remaining ashes would be nothing but dust in the king’s ear by the time the fire burned out. Prying eyes would assume I had died in the blaze as well.

The realization hit me as I made my way through the streets: I was free. For the first time in my life, I had the choice to follow my own path and I knew exactly who that chosen path led to.

All that remained was to run away to him. I sent a gentle tug on our bond but a certain shadow had already went out ahead of me. And out of the dark cover of night, he emerged. His shadows shrouding us like the Ivy on our cottage. Home. He was my home.

~~~~~~~

EPILOGUE

The dining room filled with laughter. Mor sipped her glass of the expensive wine that she insisted she were entitled to after all of the chaos her family -our family- subjected her to. Azriel’s arm rested on the chair behind me as he sat in contented silence, those ever observant eyes taking in his family seated all together. It had been ten years today since we fled Vallahan. Nine years eleven months and thirty days since we’d accepted the bond, and the rest had been bliss. Of course there was always some challenge to arise but nothing that Azriel and I couldn’t take on as a team, as equals.

In the time that had passed, Beron’s son Eris took over his throne after the High Lord died from a mysterious illness with symptoms very similar to the effects of bloodbane.

After I left the room that fateful night in Vallahan, my favorite little shadow picked up very important information regarding the key to freeing Koschei that had been alluded to. It was now safely hidden away under extensive wards in the Night Court, far away from Koschei or the Mortal Queens.

For now, we were safe. We were free. We could conquer anything with this Court of Dreams.

“Where’d you go?” Az whispered, his beautiful voice bringing chills of the best kind to me as his lips brushed across my forehead. I gave him a smile sending waves of contentment and joy through the bond.

“Hey!” Mor said. “Where’s your wine? Az! How could you forget to pour a glass for your lady.” She threw a playful wink in my direction. “I swear, I’m going to steal her from you if you keep this up.”

I said nothing as I looked to Mor, resting a hand gently across the light swelling of my abdomen.

Azriel’s eyes sparkled and he quipped, “I’m taking a break from wine duty, Mor.”

“Chocolate duty would be great though.” I said, looking back to Az. He gave a nod and I dropped the shield that masked my scent from our family.

Cheers of happiness and laughter erupted around the room. Mor let out a high-pitched squeal like I’d never heard as she embraced me. I smiled, absorbing all of the love that filled the room.

This love. This life. It was home. Not a magnificent curse but the ivy roots of my dreamland covering me in love, in him.

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[cultofdixon]

Falling for the archer

What dating / being married to Daryl Dixon would be like • Grimes’ little sister!reader / Eldest Greene sister!reader [doin’ both cuz why tf not] • ANGST/SFW/NSFW

Requested by: @witch-of-letters

Rick Grimes’ Little Sister

Dating

Let’s be real, Rick Grimes would wish he was still in a coma if he saw you—his little sister—with a man that tried to kill him for what he did to his older brother

But when you look a little deeper in that situation, he would’ve reacted the same way if someone had done that to you

But y’all weren’t together in the quarry. People assumed such by how comfortable Daryl was around you.

The man gave you an ounce of his trust in the very beginning because you didn’t treat him like an asshole [like a certain home wrecker cop…]

It grew from there and had its moments. Daryl didn’t want to act on this feeling growing inside of him until he knew that you felt the same way.

But you were also struggling with the same brewing feelings that you’ve had since the ambush on the quarry campsite. Daryl knew you had the strength to defend yourself, but the second he arrived he took out every sicko that came your way. That when it was all over, the archer quickly scanned your person to make sure you were alright

The two of you really wanted to ignore your feelings because of the whole “end of the world who would have time for this?” spiel but the universe had other plans.

2 incidents happened

Daryl drunkenly confessed his brewing feelings the night at the CDC and given that the man was drunk and you were in shock hearing that come from him, he simply wished he died right then and there thinking he must’ve scared you off. But when waking the next day to the worse hangover, he saw you sleeping on the couch across from him and a glass of water with some pain killers were placed on the table for him. He indeed didn’t scare you off but was afraid he ruined something

But the other incident was at the farm when the “walker” got shot and revealed itself to be Daryl. Rick had to pry you off Andrea when you managed to get a hold of her. Daryl heard about the incident from Glenn after he left the Greene house and went to recover in the comforts of his tent.

He had to go look for you once it was night enough to get some alone time with you.

“You’re a crazy son of a bitch for picking a fight”

“Maybe if you didn’t get hurt, didn’t get lost, and didn’t get shot by Ms. Trigger Happy—I wouldn’t have had to give her a piece of my mind”

“Why do you care so much for somebody like me?”

“Because I can! And I’m falling in love with you! I’m done ignoring my feelings…I couldn’t…I wouldn’t live with myself if you died without knowing how I felt”

Typical for the other party to confess their feelings first with Daryl Dixon. But all he needed was that confirmation before closing the space between the two of you and pressing his lips firmly against yours.

Yeah. Rick shouldn’t have been on watch that night cuz he saw y’all kissing. But given how you almost beat Andrea to a pulp, he wasn’t going to get in the way right away.

Daryl didn’t want to stop kissing you, or let you go for the matter. But he knew if you didn’t go back to your tent that night, someone would come looking for you. And he didn’t want anybody else in those moments that he just wanted it to be the two of you.

The two of you found small moments to be by yourselves and admire the other. Even when their time at the farm was getting cut short by a number of events.

Sophia…Dale…Shane…the fire

When the fire happened and everyone’s first thought was to get the hell out of there, that was when Rick knew for himself that Daryl wouldn’t do any harm given how protective the archer was when you were last to join back on the highway. He met you halfway checking every part of you before pulling you into his embrace and squeezing the life outta yea.

Guess you can say when the “indirect seal of approval” from Rick Grimes came into play, that you started dating Daryl.

Or whatever dating is in the apocalypse.

Daryl isn’t one to be flashy in the relationship and you respected that, but that didn’t stop him from at least trying.

He always wanted to be close to you in any sort of way, for the most part it was sitting next to you by the fire…on the overturn car keeping watch…in your cell…the list could go on.

Sometimes Daryl would take your hand when you’d least expect it and it brought on the butterflies. His hands made yours feel extremely small and brought on a lot of thoughts that were proven later.

The times you would be more intimate even if it was just a short kiss was when no one was around. As stated before. Daryl likes having these moments in private.

Daryl knew it could be a bit unfair, he didn’t want anyone else in your bubble and he especially didn’t like the way those who didn’t know about the two of you—look at you like your fair game. Really only the farm group knows.

But he will say he was amused by how you handled those situations.

“Hey good looking wanna—-“

“Nope. Go away” Y/N got up from the tables in the prison trying to physically leave and when the man cornered her. Daryl was about to to take care of this guy and reveal to everybody about the two, but suddenly the man met the concrete floor after Y/N grabbed the book she was reading off the table and using it as a weapon.

“Crazy bi—-“ he was cut off by her dropping her book on his face and walking away.

That lead to Daryl wanting to take a leap of faith one day.

“Y/N”

“Oh hey D. I just finished getting the truck ready for the run with Sasha later. Did yea—“

Daryl cut her off by pressing his lips against hers feeling her arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

To the Woodbury folk, it came as a shock. Meanwhile, Carol got Glenn’s oatmeal packets for the bet they made about how long it would take for them to be out and open about it.

Since then he’s been a bit more open to public affection.

He’s still not the biggest about it being public but he secretly likes it. Especially when he hears you talk about how great of a man he is to Maggie. Even if part of him doesn’t believe it.

It still takes what feels like forever to get Daryl to believe the words you say to him. He gets the warm feeling in his chest during the moment and you can tell when he starts to feel his insecurities get the best of him.

Which brings into discussion—his scars

He never wanted you to see them and you never pry.

There was a moment in Alexandria where you walked in on him changing and he felt his whole body tense when the door opened. But he instantly relaxed when he heard you say that you were turning around. He didn’t even get his shirt on when he approached you and wanting to get closer to you by letting you see what he’s most ashamed of.

That leap, lead to more. You’ve always felt loved with Daryl even when he doesn’t say it often, and with that moment of him showing his scars…his anxieties about losing you to someone better has washed away.

Now to be a bit more chaotic…

Daryl respected your boundaries and went at your speed when it came to sex. But according to you, he has a look that would get yea going and there was one time he unintentionally did said look when you were talking to your older brother

“Y/N yea listening?” Rick waves his hand in front of your face as you were focused on Daryl looking your direction.

Daryl was waiting to go on a run with you and didn’t know that he was giving you that “look” when you were trying to take down what Rick needed.

“Y/N!” Rick yells only for his sister to sock him in the gut in response.

“I heard you! Now I gotta take fucking care of something before we go” You state before approaching Daryl and grabbing him by the arm heading back inside to take care of “business”.

[A/N: I used pronouns and then didn’t use pronouns in this,,,so my bad]

“The look” is really just taking up any opportunity. Not that Daryl’s complaining.

But there was one morning when you woke before Daryl could leave the bedroom first because Rick knows y’all are dating but doesn’t know y’all share a bedroom…

Bc you didn’t in the prison to respect Daryl’s feelings about feeling confined in a cell

You entered the living room without checking if Daryl left your bed or not and was about to get some water when Rick asked what you were doing last night.

Then cue Daryl coming down thinking Rick wouldn’t be in there and being met with the man’s attention.

“That’s what you were doin’ last night”

“…Yes”

“Yknow four people live in this place right”

“Yes”

“Y/N—-“

“Does Carl know about you and Michonne?”

“Okay. I’m just gonna ignore this so you don’t use that against me”

Engaged to Married

Daryl’s thing when going on runs is finding trinkets or anything that’ll make you smile. That was the one thing you’ve kept with you since the fall of the prison to after the wolves attack.

Daryl found you placing the things he found you on the shelves in your shared room because they bring you joy.

That one day, you went into your room after a long day and saw a small box. Being confused by the new item, you picked it up and opened it.

Only for all of Alexandria to hear you scream off the top of your lungs. If Daryl didn’t inform some…yeah people would think someone broke in again

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

Daryl stood at the gazebo watching Y/N approach him with the ring box in hand.

“Why didn’t you do this the right way?!”

“Uhm. Because…” Daryl took the box and instantly got down on one knee to open it presenting it to Y/N. “I planned this out…and I’m asking you now. Will yea marry me?”

“Yes! I will always say yes!”

Daryl didn’t have to ask for Rick’s blessing, because the two went on a run together when the archer found the ring and was like “You should propose with that, when yea ready”

As much as the group literally had a pastor—-the two of you wanted Rick to officiate and you kept it intimate. With only the group you first came to Alexandria with. And Aaron and Eric. The only Alexandrians Daryl trusted so far.

Being married, honestly didn’t feel very different to Daryl. Except that you two now have a place for yourselves and he really didn’t have to worry about any other guy looking your direction.

Besides. The man likes to leave marks in obvious places. Even slightly before y’all got married, no one even tried because you were marked and Daryl scared most of the men.

Waking up next to you in your own place was the best. Daryl didn’t have to get up right away and not alone for the matter. He’d roll over if he wasn’t already facing you and bring you close that you tiredly wrap yourself around him. The morning sex is a bonus too

You would always take his sweatshirts which were his least worn shirt until much later. He loved seeing you in his shirts but more specifically when he’d come home to you wearing only his shirt.

The two of you gained a routine where either of you would always throw up “I love you” in sign language whenever he went on runs or you would see him during your break from the infirmary. Daryl signed such to you when he was being whisked away by the Saviors and that was the only time it broke you.

Even when all the bad happened and you reunited, the promise Daryl made the day you were married…you made again when he latched onto you the second you walked through Hilltop’s doors.

I will always be by your side until the end, even if someone or something gets in the way. I will always find my way back to you.

The Eldest Greene Sister

Dating

Hershel wasn’t the only one to not like the new comers. But you were more open to bringing people in than he was.

“You don’t know what they’ll do”

“I know for a fact that they wanted to save their kid. What happens next? We’ll approach it with an open mind, old man”

“Don’t talk to me like that. Please”

“Sorry dad”

You and your sister Maggie were the only open minded ones when it came to the two officers and an injured child, multiplying into a whole group.

And Maggie wasn’t the only one that gained an interest in someone in their group.

But you were more risky with the whole “take on the biggest man in the room” in a literal and non-literal sense.

Daryl noticed how relaxed you were when things got heated with the group vs the Greene family. But also noticed a part of you didn’t really care for what your family argued. Guess you were also the black sheep in your family.

The first time the two of you ever talked was about trying to find Sophia. The group wanting to rest up while the archer wanted to go back out there and given the few protests. You figured you’d help the guy without any of them knowing.

Little did you know that he’d take your stubborn bitch of a horse.

The group that came knew Daryl had left to look for Sophia but the Greene family didn’t know that you went out after him. Because again, your horse is easily startled. Finding Daryl wasn’t the hardest thing in the world because these were your woods, your solitude even in this new hell. You ignored your horse completely when you realized that its rider is no longer on him or in the surrounding area.

Daryl thought he was hallucinating when you found him. Given he’s been seeing Merle. You were instantly stressed out given the arrow in his side and didn’t even think about bringing any form of first aid.

“Are you an Angel?”

Y/N laughs to the question as she pressed down on the bleeding wound making him grip onto her arm. “Far from it, honey”

That pet name stuck.

As you were helping Daryl walk back to the farm after several moments of him talking to the blood loss. You heard the yelling and thought nothing of it but when a few of the men from his group came running toward the two. It clicked that he must’ve been labeled as a Walker by their lookout. As the group got closer and it was revealed to them who it was…your anxiety got the best of you shoving Daryl quickly to the ground and that’s when the shot rang through.

Daryl groans from impact and heard the thud beside him seeing the eldest Greene sister through blurred vision gripping her arm.

Who woulda thought almost dying is what brought y’all together

I’m kidding.

But it did show to Daryl that you weren’t a threat of any kind. Even if you did prove that to him a few times already.

The two of you grew close when it was revealed that Sophia was one of the walkers in the barn. He didn’t think he had to hear what you had to say…let alone be vulnerable

“Why do yea care?”

“Are you serious?”

“Look sunshine—I don’t need to fucking hear some “it happens for a reason” bullshit out your ranch hand mouth just le—-“

“Nah. You listen here, sugar.” Y/N shoved Daryl back knowing damn well he was still recovering. Hell so was she. “A fuckton of my family was in there and I didn’t know what my bitch of an old man was doing until the rest of y’all knew. I’ve lost enough of people to know that shit happens at random. But as long as I knew…it wouldn’t eat me alive for the rest of my life. I hated not knowing what happened but sometimes that just happens too…isn’t it better to know that this happened instead of beating yourself up for not findin’ her?”

“…She wasn’t even mine”

“Doesn’t mean it don’t hurt yea too”

Something about what you said, glued him to your side and you weren’t complaining. Because who woulda thought at the end of the world you found someone that understands yea. Even if some of the things you say, worries the guy.

You’re an honest person and everyone appreciates that. Daryl especially.

But sometimes your honesty sparks unwanted anxiety and made few turn a bit resentful even if you were also the one that would do anything and everything to provide for the group.

Even before y’all became official, Daryl found himself silently checking up on you and one night at the prison before the infusion of new people…You sat beside him outside the prison leaning against him and letting him keep you close.

The prison era is when y’all confessed. Or more so Daryl did…and you returned once you “returned”

The medicine got to their people in time before anymore could go through death’s door. But as the others woke up, you still laid unconscious. Daryl never left your side the second the medicine got in and his anxiety got the best of him when your breathing would stop for strange periods that made him think he’d have to do CPR.

“You can’t leave me…you can’t. I won’t forgive yea” Daryl frowns bringing your unconscious form into his arms bringing her close. “How could yea. How could yea come into my life and made me feel a certain way that I have never felt—just for you to leave me. This isn’t better. Waiting isn’t great. I need to know if yea with me til the end or not…”

“Mm…ain’t gettin rid of me, honey”

Hershel was about to check on you when he heard sobbing. He thought you died and your old man held a lot of regret for how he treated you but when he saw Daryl holding you in his embrace sobbing even harder when you held onto him.

It always takes stressful situations to bring few together.

You were official in that moment but neither you or Daryl did more than hold hands until Carol needed a favor in getting your archer to take a shower.

“D, you busy?”

“Yea gonna force me to be nice to people too?”

“Nah. I don’t trust it here that much either. But the house is empty”

Daryl looks at you confused but quick to notice you were only wearing a robe.

“And what are yea planning with an empty house?”

“Fuck if I know…but no one would be around to hear me screaming your name in the shower…” You smirk heading back inside as Daryl sat there for a second longer before leaving his crossbow and following after you.

Daryl wasn’t the only one to bear scars from his past. You knew about his before you saw them as did he. The two of you would talk a lot at night just watching the stars from the prison so you knew what his father did and he knew what yours did…but also yourself.

He didn’t hold back with worshiping your body and making you feel loved every second of every day since that moment.

Married

Alexandria made the two you feel safe in a slow manner but you had each other and that’s what is important.

Neither of you wanted anything fancy or really a ceremony. You two just. Found some rings and went from there. He loves calling you his wife whenever he got the chance to do so.

Maggie was mad that you gave her a wedding and you didn’t let her give you one.

Being married was being more intimate. Your dating phase was more so becoming even closer with the other.

Marriage didn’t feel different. Except for the fact that you two were given a place of your own and y’all decided to christen every room in the place.

You were more of a jealous person when the two of you became husband and wife compared to girlfriend and boyfriend. People were once afraid of Daryl. Now he’s a provider and some of the ladies would stare at the man. But little did he know that he had an attack dog.

It was hot how jealous you can get but not when you start threatening to hit people.

Your jealousy level is about the same equivalence to Daryl’s over protectiveness. Man needs to know where you’re at when you’re not right beside him. And tying the knot did have y’all doing a lot of shut together. But sometimes Daryl would find himself panicking when he hasn’t found you within the first hour of returning home after a run.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’”

“…If you want to join me in the shower you could just do so instead of sitting on the bathroom sink waiting for me to finish”

________

Author’s note:

Me: *writing this*

Internet history: *eight closed tabs about different definitions for the word “Headcanon”*

This is my first one…like. Ever. I hope I did it justice

#cultofdixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon headcanon

[starythewriter]

KINKMAS DAY 6- WOLVERINE X YOU- a peak-filled farm life.

Wolverine, he slowly shows you the way to an old barn that his family owned.

you smiled seeing the beautiful decor, and a Christmas tree…

it was all decorated for the winter holidays.

he said, “the tree is our tradition, my grandfather gave it to us when we first arrived here in America.” he explained as you looked around at everything else he had showed you today, you nodded, “that's really nice.” he nodded too, you then asked your question.

“What does your dad think about having such an elaborate tree?” he seemed surprised, and his expression turned confused at the thought of his father.

“My dad doesn't care much for Christmas, I'm sure if he didn't care I would have told you. ” he responded and took off from where he stood, taking your hand again he lead you further into the house. You noticed that the whole place was decorated with lights everywhere. You wondered how someone could get so distracted by the festive decorations that they forgot that the world wasn’t always like this.

It reminded you a lot of something you saw on TV, the snow covered cities of New York City were also decorated by lights but they were more subdued, the colors were different.

He led you to the living room where there was another table set up with two chairs. He gestured for you to sit down, you did, he joined you after sitting at the other side of the table. He began telling you what was happening, the Christmas tree was his favorite present since forever, he got his parents one as well for his birthday, and his brother got him one that was made entirely out of wood (and was quite expensive). He said he would show you later when you got back to his home.

but… you could feel some hot sexual tension building between you both as he spoke about the tree. His hands were resting on the table, you had your own placed in your lap as well, his long fingers intertwining with yours. Wolverine quickly kissed you, you moaned loudly, you saw his fangs grow which made you horny. you slowly rubbed your tits aganist him, moaning louder.

he pulled away, smirking.You both continued talking for awhile, eventually making your way into his bedroom, he pushed open the door with your backs pressed against it. He pushed you onto the bed and quickly went over to turn on the light next to the bed, he was now on top of you. He leaned down and began to suck your neck, while your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. You knew this was supposed to be quick, but instead it felt like he was sucking you dry.“I'm going to go slow.” he whispered to your ear.You gasped, “yes please.”He pulled away to stare into your eyes, you could see a glint of lust in his eyes. You wanted him so badly, he was only inches away from you, you could smell him, your lips were parted, you could barely keep yourself from kissing him again.“Are you sure? Because you look ready to explode.” he laughed, you couldn't help but laugh along. You both fell silent as he kissed you once more. He slid his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts as he continued to kiss you, you moaned, he chuckled softly, running his thumbs across your nipples before pulling them. It caused you to whimper. You felt his grip tighten on your breasts as he continued to kiss you. He gently tugged at your nipple causing you to gasp, he smirked.“I want this moment forever.” he whispered, you nodded, “then make love to me.”“I promise.” he breathed before moving his mouth to yours once more, his tongue slowly stroking yours as his hands traveled lower towards your stomach.“Wolverine …” you murmured against his lips.“Yes.” he whispered against yours.You both pulled apart as you felt him slide his finger slowly inside of you.“Fuck!” you yelled, he grinned before continuing. You both laid underneath the covers for a while, still naked, he wrapped himself around you once more, kissing your forehead.“That's better, isn't it?” he whispered seductively, you nodded before nuzzling closer to him, he quickened his pace, as you moaned louder. “Wolverine!” you exclaimed as your orgasm hit you, you clutched onto his shirt as tears started rolling down your cheeks.His name was on your lips, he looked down at you.“Did you enjoy yourself, darling?” he purred. You nodded. “Good.

with this you both went to get some tea, at a near by storage place, it’s like right in front of the barn you thought…. and it was actually pretty chill you thought, you saw how beautiful it was, from what you could see it was remodeled into a nice little resting place for coffee, tea, and had some closets, with tools that were all perfectly organized.

you both walked in, making some tea and enjoying the farm buildings around you

#send in concepts #smut #smutty #wolverine x you #wolverine x reader #wolverine x #wolverine smut #wolverine #wolverine xmen #logan howlett x you #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett smut #logan howlett #Logan howlett KINKMAS #kinkmas 2023 #day 6

[notwiselybuttoowell]

In 2014, the Guardian asked me to nominate my hero of the year. To some people’s surprise, I chose Russell Brand. I loved the way he energised young people who had been alienated from politics. I claimed, perhaps hyperbolically, he was “the best thing that has happened to the left in years” (in my defence, there wasn’t, at the time, much competition).

Today, I can scarcely believe it’s the same man. I’ve watched 50 of his recent videos, with growing incredulity. He appears to have switched from challenging injustice to conjuring phantoms. If, as I suspect it might, politics takes a very dark turn in the next few years, it will be partly as a result of people like Brand.

It’s hard to decide which is most dispiriting: the stupidity of some of the theories he recites, or the lack of originality. He repeatedly says he’s not a conspiracy theorist, but, to me, he certainly sounds like one.

In 2014, he was bursting with new ideas and creative ways of presenting them. Today, he wastes his talent on tired and discredited tales: endless iterations of the alleged evils of the World Economic Forum founder, Klaus Schwab, the Great Reset, Bill Gates, Nancy Pelosi, the former US chief medical adviser, Anthony Fauci, Covid vaccines, medical data, the World Health Organization, Pfizer, smart cities and “the globalist masterplan”.

His videos appear to promote “natural immunity” ahead of vaccines, and for a while pushed ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine as treatments for Covid (they aren’t).

He championed the “Freedom Convoy” that occupied Ottawa, which apparently stood proudly against the “tyranny” of Justin Trudeau’s policies. He hawks Graham Hancock’s widely debunked claims about ancient monuments.

A wildly popular clip from one of his videos about the Dutch nitrate crisis offers a classic conspiracy theory mashup: a tangle of claims that may be true in other contexts, random accusations, scapegoating and resonances with some old and very ugly tropes. He claims that “this whole fertiliser situation is a scam”. The real objective is “to bankrupt the farmers so their land can be grabbed”. This “shows you how the Great Reset operates”, using “globalist” regulations to throw farmers off their land. He claims it’s “connected to the land grab of Bill Gates” and the “corruption of companies like Monsanto”.

In reality, the Dutch government was forced to act by a legal ruling, as levels of nitrate pollution, largely from livestock farms, break European law. Its attempts to curb this pollution have nothing to do with the World Economic Forum and its vacuous rhetoric about a “Great Reset”. Or with Bill Gates. Or with Monsanto, which hasn’t existed since 2018 when it was bought by Bayer. So why mention them? Perhaps because these terms have become potent click triggers.

Brand is repeating claims first made by far-right conspiracists, who have piled into this issue, claiming that the nitrate crisis is a pretext to seize land from farmers, in whom, they claim, true Dutch identity is vested, and hand it to asylum seekers and other immigrants. It’s a version of the “great replacement” conspiracy theory, itself a reworking of the Nazis’ blood and soil tropes about protecting the “rooted” and “authentic” people – in whom “racial purity” and “true” German identity was vested – from “cosmopolitan” and “alien” forces (ie Jews). Brand may not realise this, as the language has changed a little – “cosmopolitans” have become “globalists”, “aliens” have become “immigrants” – but the themes have not.

On and drearily on he goes. He manages to confuse the World Health Organization’s call for better pandemic surveillance (by which it means the tracking of infectious diseases) with coercive surveillance of the population, creating “centralised systems of control where you are ultimately a serf”.

Some of his many rants about Bill Gates are illustrated with an image of the man wearing a multicoloured lapel badge, helpfully circled in red. This speaks to another widespread conspiracy theory: those who wear this badge are members of a secret organisation conspiring to control the world (so secret they stick it on their jackets). In reality, it shows support for the UN sustainable development goals.

Such claims are not just wrong. They are wearyingly, boringly wrong. But, to judge by the figures (he has more than 6 million subscribers on YouTube), the audience loves them.

Some of his theories, such as his recent obsession with UFOs, are innocuous enough. Others have potential to do great harm. There’s the risk to the people scapegoated, such as Fauci, Schwab and Pelosi: subjects of conspiracy theories often become targets of violence. There are the risks misleading claims present to public health. And bizarre stories about shadowy “elites” protect real elites from scrutiny and challenge.

While I’m not suggesting this is his purpose, it’s a tactic used deliberately by powerful people to disarm those who might otherwise hold them to account. Donald Trump’s former chief strategist, Steve Bannon, had a term for it: “flood the zone with shit”. As Naomi Klein has shown, the Great Reset conspiracy theory was conceived by a staffer at the Heartland Institute, a US lobby group that has promoted climate denial and other billionaire-friendly positions. It’s a bastardisation of her shock doctrine hypothesis, distracting people from the malfeasance of those with real power.

#russell brand #british comedy #conspiracy theories #george monbiot #uk politics

[fox-bright]

not that my thoughts on oceangate matter, but.

I have had to kill three groundhogs so far this year.

There is no bottom to their appetite, and they destroy my garden. I preserve the vegetables I grow--in the last couple of days alone I've had tomato sauce, chili, fruit, and green beans from last year's harvest, and herbs grown already this season; in the next couple of days I'll probably have chard, more fruit, salsa, pickles, more herbs. The groundhogs can't be allowed to stay, and they can't be moved, so they have to die. I hate it. But this is how it is. Either I let them destabilize my house and tear a swath through next year's food, or I kill them. My partner will stop taking his shower to let a spider out; I could not put such killings on his karma. So. The minimum of suffering requires that I do the job.

The internet is full of people delighting in killing their own troublesome rodents. I read those posts with no small amount of queasiness. It might be a small life, but it is a life; it is very important to me to kill them cleanly. Many of the methods that these people suggest are vile.

I know that there is no such thing as a bloodless revolution.

I know that there is no such thing as a good billionaire.

I very much doubt that most of the people on that submarine were good people. Maybe none of them were.

I do not think that being a bad person means you should be tortured to death.

Reading all the posts about hah, hah, it's been three days, I bet they're covered in piss and shit and terrified as they suffocate in the dark, feels like reading the posts about blocking off all entrances to a groundhog tunnel but one and stuffing dry ice into it.

Lois McMaster Bujold said, "There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else." and I always thought she meant, the violence leaves a mark even if the people it was enacted against are obliterated. It changes the murderers, and as they move through the world they change their society in crooked ways, ways that would not occur if they had not become murderers.

We may be very glad that a bad person has died. It is not unreasonable, at all, to exult in the passing of an oppressor.

Delighting in another's suffering, I think, is corrosive to the spirit.

(It is very, very important to me that the groundhogs, and my husband, suffer as little as possible.)

(So it must be me who does it.)

I think about my father, before he took off, taking my closest-aged brother to hunt prairie dogs at a relative's farm. I think about him telling jokes about a shot my brother took, about what it did to the prairie dog's head. "Fantastic flying frisbee face!" he said. My brother was eight.

We are taught to delight in others' suffering very young.

I do not have a religion to hold on to; getting out of the one I was reared in has left me unfit for all others.

I heard that the submarine suffered a catastrophic hull failure, and everyone in it was killed before they knew that they were dying, and all I could think was, thank God, thank God.

#my actual life #tw: violence #tw: animal death #tw: child abandonment #tw: guns #oceangate

[ohtobeleah]

Bloody Mary // Natasha Trace

Summary: Phoenix can’t remember why she has a headache, or why she’s covered in blood.

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide. Blood. Mentions of relationship stress. Mentions of assault/manslaughter. Platonic!Phoenix x Jake Seresin. Jake Seresin x F!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Author Note: This Drabble is associated to the Series Bruises & is apart of its spin-off series Life After Death.

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The luscious fields that expanded far beyond the horizon were, as you laid with your head resting in the nook of your husband's shoulder, just beginning to feel the light layer of morning dew. 

The sun was barely rising above the horizon that forever seemed to expand with its growing light. It was truly the picture perfect world of which you never thought could exist. Even after life had all but ceased to exist.

“This all feels too perfect—“ Jake sighed as he laid on his back looking up at the ceiling fan that twirled around on a low speed above your bed. Round and round the blades turned as his eyes struggled to focus. “Being here, with you, sometimes I feel like I’ll wake up and it’ll all be a dream.” Jake knew how odd that sounded given the circumstances. “That I’ll wake up and I’ll be back at the Hard Deck, and you’ll be looking right through me like you don’t even know my name.” Jake continued on as his fingers danced along your scalp and through your hair. He could feel the rise and fall of your naked chest against his side. “Or worse, I’ll wake up and we’ll be back in that prison, in the dirt, listening to each other's pain.” 

“Jake—“ You mumbled softly against your husband’s shoulder. Your cheek was squished right up next to him. 

“Yeah?” Jake questioned softly, he knew what was coming his way. This wasn’t the first time Jake had mentioned how he worried that even in death he’d lose you forever. 

“If you weren’t already dead I’d kill you.” Jake had to smile and a low rumble erupted in his stomach. The two of you had just finished up an early morning sexcapade. The post coitus realisation that this was in fact Jake’s version of a forever home with his forever girl didn’t exactly come out the way he’d intended it to. 

“All I’m saying, Hotshot, is that I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on earth or in the afterlife, than right here, with you.” Jake was quick to roll over, suddenly the comfort of Jake's broad shoulder was nowhere to be found until you opened your eyes to see your husband hovering about you. A forearm on either side of your face. “Let’s go for round three?” 

“You are a menace, even dead Jake Seresin.” You teased through a coy smile but ultimately pulled the love of your life down by his neck to press your supply lips against his. 

“But you love me all the same.” Jake mumbled into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue searched for yours desperately as his hips shifted against yours. “Heaven or high wat—“ 

“AHHHHHHH!!” Within a millisecond, or what felt like it anyway, Jake was shooting up out of bed with panic and shock laced between the lines etched on his face. 

“What the hell was that?” He asked as he turned back to you to see you were still lying completely exposed on your bed looking just as confused as he was. Sounds like that weren’t often heard around the farm. 

“AHHHHHHH!!” “AAAARRRGGGHHH!!” 

When you saw a figure ghost past your bedroom window your heart sank. No. No it couldn’t be. It felt like a few years had gone past since Bob had first stopped by, he’d been the first to go. But as you sat up to see if you could see the figure outside once more? Your suspicions were confirmed when none other than Natasha Phoenix Trace turned around and screamed at the top of her lungs. Right in the very direction on your bedroom window.

“AHHHHHHH”

“It’s Nat Jake.” You sighed as you got out of bed to cover yourself up. “I’m gonna go check on Ellie, you should probably go see if she’s alright.” Jake wasn’t placing bets on who’d come through and when, but he thought Phoenix would surely outlast Fanboy. 

As Jake made his way outside in the early hours of the morning, it was only then when the sun just started to creep over the hills did he notice the blood that stained the back of Natasha's head. How her hair was a knotted and bloody mess. The dress she wore was stained with deep crimson red. 

Oh. This wasn’t good: This wasn’t good at all. When Bob came through he was still in one piece. For Phoenix to show up like this meant her death must have been—

“AHHHHHHH!”

“Nat!” Jake shouted as he raced down the small set of porch steps in just his boxers. “Phoenix, hey—what’s all the screaming about?” 

Not a lot shocked Natasha Trace these days, she’d seen enough and lived through enough to say she was comfortably desensitised. But when Phoenix turned on her heels to see a man she hadn't seen in years standing before her not a day older than the last time she saw him, she froze. 

“You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Jake teased as he took a few tentative steps toward the wingwoman Jake claimed to love like his own sister. “Nat?” Okay maybe the ghost joke was a little too soon. 

“You aren’t real.” Jake could see the tears welling in Natasha’s eyes as he crept closer and closer, the only sound he could hear in the deafening silence was the crunch of the gravel beneath his slippers. “No—no you aren’t real, you’re dead, I’m dreaming—“ Jake had seen this play out before, from what he could tell of time these days it wasn’t too long ago either when the WSO had come through. “You’re dead, you died in—“ 

“Hey—“ Jake cooed as he reached out to touch Natasha’s shoulder. The second Jake’s fingertips grazed Phoenixes skin? Her knees crumbled. 

“No no no!!! You aren’t real!!!” 

“Woah! Easy easy Nix, I got you—“ Jake fell with the woman he admired and wished he could have been even half as good as in the sky. “I’m sorry, I'm so sorry.” 

“You can’t be real, you're dead! You died!” Natasha whaled as her knees dug into the gravel. Jake tried his best to control one of the best aviators he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

“I know, I know I did, I think you did too—“ It was a harsh reality but the only way Phoenix could be here right now was because she wasn’t living. The afterlife was pretty strict on its terms of entry. “Nix—what happened huh? Hey, it’s alright I’ve got you.” 

The only thing Jake’s question was met with was more inconsolable tears. He’d never seen Phoenix in such a state before, hell Jake wasn’t even sure Natasha was capable of working herself up to such an extent. 

When Jake looked at the palm of his hand that had been rubbing small consoling circles against, he saw what appeared to be the crimson hume of his friend's blood staining the entirety of his hand. 

What on earth had happened to Phoenix? 

“You’re covered in blood Nix, we should get you inside—“ Jake tried to get through to the woman who was clearly distraught, he knew this was a lot. Even if he was just a dream it was clear he’d done irreparable damage with his untimely departure from reality that he had to accept the consequences of those decisions. 

“I helped Rooster clean your bathroom after he found your body—“ Phoenix sobbed as she finally looked at Jake. Still crying, Phoenix shook her head in disbelief. “I flew with your body back to Texas, I consoled your family.” Jake never thought about that before, who did what after he died. “I slept on your lounge for two weeks while we all did our best to pack everything up.” 

“Nix—I don’t even know what to say.” Jake tried his best to interject, but Natasha kept going as the two sat kneeling in the gravel of the main road that led around the property. 

“And the worst part is I can’t be mad at you because I know why you did it.” Phoenix sighed heavily through a sob. 

“He’s never claimed to be a good decision maker has he Trace?” You smiled softly from the front porch as Phoenix looked up at you. “For the record I never wanted Jake to follow me, not until his time was up.” 

“Hollywood?” Phoenix sobbed again as she let Jake help her up. “You’re here too?” 

“We live here, or reside here, I think being alive is an important element of living somewhere.” You shrugged as you walked down the stairs. “What happened to you? You're covered in blood Phoenix?” 

“I uh—“ Phoenix wasn’t sure what had truly happened as she reached up and around to touch the back of her head. When she pulled her hand back to see the fresh blood on her fingertips, the sensation came flooding back. “I was arguing with my boyfriend Ryan.” 

Jake looked at you with fire in his eyes. Fuck. 

“We were supposed to be heading out for dinner, I even took the next day off so we could relax and enjoy the night.” Natasha explained as her head began to throb. “I remember being mad that he was running late, something about work and by the time he got home we’d missed our reservation.” 

“Tash—“ You cooed softly, it was a harsh topic to discuss. “Did Ryan hurt you?” As you asked, the back of Phoenix’s head began to throb, the memory was on the tip of her tongue. 

“I—I can’t remember, no—no he wouldn’t, he loved me.” The tears began to flow once more as you looked at Jake and he looked at you. Bob fell out of the sky and still made it to the ranch in one piece. Why had phoenix showed up covered in her own blood and with the back of her head cracked open like a hard boiled egg. “My head hurt so bad, the memories all fuzzy.”

“That’s alright, here—why don’t we get you inside, have a shower, take some time and hopefully it’ll start to clear up?” Jake nodded as you offered Natasha a place to stay for however long she needed. “I’ll make you some coffee.” 

“You two.” Phoenix asked as she linked her arm with Jake’s, he’d offered her a hand up the stairs knowing her legs were still properly shaking. “You changed everyone’s lives, you know that right?” It was a harsh reality to have to live with, but both you and Jake knew that your deaths affected your closest friends in ways you’d never fully understand. “Rooster, oh god Rooster—“ Phoenix sighed. “He’s just gonna be a mess, I was on the phone with him when Ryan came home.” 

“Would that have been an issue?” You asked cautiously as you opened the front door for Jake to lead Phoenix in. 

“No—no but I think he wanted to stay on the line, we’d been having some issues and you know what Bradshaw’s like, overprotective.” 

Jake couldn’t imagine what trauma Bradley would be carrying on his shoulders right now. He knew his wingman had been the one would found him in the Bathroom: 

So as Jake watched you lead Phoenix down the hall towards the bathroom, Jake couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain in Roosters chest when he ultimately found Phoenix too. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“AHHHHHHH!”

The sound of Phoenix screaming at the top of her lungs echoed out throughout the house. Beside you, Jake groaned into his pillow. 

“She’s going to destroy her vocal cords—“ He mumbled as you leaned over to turn his bedside table light on. “Every single time.”

“She’s lost Jake, you can’t hold it against her.” It had been a week, or at least that's what it felt like time wise, since Phoenix had shown up on the ranch. 

“AHHHHHHH!”

Everyday it began the same. Phoenix would up the driveway screw out in pain as she tried to figure out where she was and why her head hurt. You and Jake had been having the same conversation over and over with the aviator. 

“She needs to remember.” Jake nearly growled. 

“She needs empathy and emotional support, Jake I’m sure when the times right she’ll remember.” Hopefully that would be sooner rather than later. 

“Yeah, and until then we get to wake up every morning to a bloodied and screamed Phoenix.” It was now your turn to groan in slight annoyance for the early wake up call. “I’ll go get coffee started, you go collect Bloody Mary.” Jake sighed as he sat up in bed. 

“Thanks, two sugars please.” You smiled back at your husband as he padded out of the bedroom and down the hall. Jake was all but awake when a knocking at the door into his new found routine. 

“Phoenix?” Jake cautiously greeted the bloodied woman at his doorstep. “You alright?” Jake knew that Natasha wouldn’t remember him from the countless conversations they’d had over the past week. It was like her mind reset whenever she fell asleep. But this time? Phoenix remembered—

She remembered everything:

“Ryan shoved me.” She cried with painful heartbroken tears in her eyes as you came up slowly behind Jake. He felt your hand on his hip as you stilled yourself behind him. “I fell back and hit my head on the edge of the kitchen bench—“ The realisation was as heavy as her heart felt. 

“The love of my life accidentally killed me.” 

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[wandasfifthwife]

Rainbow Dash | first kiss

paring: (equestria girls) rainbow dash x reader

a/n: set during senior year, characters are 17/18. title suggests content of fic. Enjoy! (NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll come back and edit later lmao, sorry if it’s literal crap). DONT COPY MY WORK.

It was after her soccer game, the one that would get her a place on the college team. You were worried for her, knowing she’s been stressing over this ever since the information got around.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when Equestria High’s team won. Rainbows was an exceptional player, carrying the team most days whenever they played due to her dedication to the sport.

It was a moment of excitement. Her hair and jersey dripping from exerting all her energy the past two hours. She had her bag lazily slung over her shoulder, soccer ball in her hand when you all came down the bleachers to greet her. She accepted your hug and the many others who came behind you, celebrating with her.

“It’s too hot,” she says, her voice hoarse from yelling, “let go of me.”

It was night of celebration, watching the sun set from inside the town’s local ice cream store. There was a moment of bittersweet joy. From here on, nothing will the be the same. Twilight will be taking the internship with the astrology research company, Applejack taking over her family’s farm, you applying for the college in Canterlot.

The moment flew by, and everyone was saying goodnight, exchanging hugs with one another. You look to Rainbow, and she was already looking at you.

“Gotta walk you back, let’s go.”

The walk was spent looking back on your senior year, crazy how you only had two weeks left. You kept your gaze on the sidewalk a majority of the time. It felt weird thinking the next stage of life was just around the corner.

“You want to study at Canerlot College, right?”

You hum, kicking a rock ahead of you two, “they’re the only one that has the program I’m interested in.”

“That’s cool. Really cool.”

It was awkward. You hated it.

Your house appeared just a bit too soon. You looked at her, gesturing to your porch. She shrugs, and you two sit on the patio swing. Your hand gripped the chain, head resting against it. Rainbow sighed, squirming beside you, hands in her jacket.

“I’m,” she breathes, “I’m sorry. I avoided you because I was nervous.”

You feel a breeze, the cold making you shiver. You curl in on yourself, leaning back but still seating yourself at a decent distance from her.

“I thought I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t.”

“Rainbow, you walked by me in the halls, you avoided my texts—“ you stop, reeling yourself back.

She winces, “I know.”

Adjusting your body to face her, you stare into her eyes.

“So what’s your answer, Rainbow.”

She stutters, her attention anywhere but you. You shake your head, getting up and heading inside. Your vision grew a bit blurry, your hands shaking as you tried to open your front door.

You hear the chains rattle from the force of her getting up. She freaks, trying to gently draw your hands away from the door. She doesn’t know what to do, her heart racing as she sees the tears build in your eyes.

“Rainbow, I—“

She rushes forward, pressing her lips to yours for a quick second. You freeze, looking to her. It’s quiet, the world around you fading away as she moves in again.

You kiss back this time. She moves your hands to rest on her shoulders and you pull her closer, a hand clutching at her back. Her hands rest at your waist, pressing you closer if possible.

She breaks, her deep breaths hitting your face. You smile, and she returns it shyly. Your thumb rubs small circles on her cheek.

“Date tomorrow?”

She laughs, the sound making you laugh as well. You play with her hair as she begins to grow red. She squeezes your waist, stepping back.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow. 5PM.”

#rainbow x reader #rainbow dash x fem!reader #rainbow dash x reader #rainbow dash #mlp x reader #mlp

[lila-pitts-apologist]

Not to rise from the dead and post on here after months, but I wanted to touch on an aspect of the show that I feel is misunderstood by the fandom, especially in season 3.

I hate to bring it up at all, but I’m talking about Luther and Allison’s relationship(?). I know it’s a part of the series that most of us ignore or joke about, but in actuality it sheds light on how the siblings were raised, especially Allison, in a sadly realistic way.

While I obviously see Allison and Luther’s relationship as troublesome and unhealthy/weird, I don’t think I have the same ‘gawk in disgust’ reaction other people in the fandom seem to have when the complexity of the relationship is brought up.

This isn’t because I think incest (what I would label the relationship, even if it was more emotional than physical!) is acceptable, but because I think it makes total sense within the show, especially within the character dynamics of Allison and Luther.

Even though it’s a hard thing to bring up, sibling incest is more common than we think. It’s not always full-out or malicious, but it does occur way more often than most of us would assume. Specifically, it’s more likely to occur amongst siblings that are not properly socialized as youths, or ones who are full on isolated.

When we think of isolation we think of olden time families living on a farm cut off from any other societies, and I feel like that makes people underestimate how much the Hargreeves siblings were isolated from their peers and just other people.

I mean, we’ve seen Reginald’s parenting! The kids make their superhero debut at age 11, and by the way it’s described who knows if the kids ever even properly went outside before then. Growing up the Hargreeves had only the seven of them (6 if we account for Viktor’s separation).

All of the personal growth, all of the curiosity about the outside world, all of the teenage melancholia and growing pains, all of it has to occur within the bounds of the seven siblings because there’s literally no one else.

So of course this is going to make for oddly bonded children! Of course they’re going to blur the lines of what siblings should act like, because they know no objective standards! We see this in their competitiveness stemming from being pitted against each other, we see it in their ‘ride or die’ mindset even when they don’t like each other, and we see it in Allison and Luther.

I see the fandom spin it into Allison and Luther being freaks, especially as the other siblings find it odd as well. While I agree it’s weird, I think it’s unfair to paint it simply as ‘grown adults have a thing for their own sibling’ because we’re then ignoring their unique upbringing.

I mean, i find it hard to even treat the siblings as adults on an emotional level, because they were never truly allowed the development needed to grow into stable, mature adults.

You have one sibling who is reared to crave attention and validation, who didn’t see much kindness or empathy due to his envy-inducing status as Number 1. And you have another sibling who is purposely left devoid of proper morals, who is used to getting everything she wants and being wanted by everyone in the way she wants them to, by charm or by force.

Is it really hard to see what those siblings would find in each other, the validation that they surely would’ve found in non-relatives had they been allowed to grow up normally?

One of my favorite parts of TUA is that it’s not afraid to give us a fucked up family, exploring how such an unorthodox childhood allows for ugliness to rear its head in the craziest places. To me, the too-intimate bond of Allison and Luther isn’t something to just be written off as an awkward writing choice, it’s another very real and sad example of how the Hargreeves’ morals and minds were doomed from the start.

#pretty sure this is too long for anyone to want to read #thanks for coming to my TED talk #tua #tua s1 #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #is this fandom hibernating until s4 comes out??

[iguana-eyanna]

What's In Front Of Us

Pairing: Clark Kent x plus size! reader

Warning: Mentions of bullying

Summary: For once in his life, Clark never felt so speechless until he saw you in blue.

a/n: loosely based on the song You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

The bell school rang, alerting the students it was dismissal. Everyone flooded the hallways as well as you. You walked up to your locker, unlocking it as you got the books you needed. When you close it, a familiar face looks at you, smiling.

"Did the birthday girl had a good day?" Clark Kent, your best friend since childhood, asked you.

"It was fantastic." you said sarcastically, then bursting into a fit of laughter as Clark joined too.

"I wanted to sleep in World Geography so bad." You said, almost putting your books inside of your bag.

"Yeah, I felt the same for Chemistry." Clark said, already grabbing your books and carrying it for you.

You never minded Clark helping you, besides, you want to use his super strength for good use.

You two were inseparable growing up. You were basically at the Kent Farm all of your childhood and often referred to you as their second child.

"Also, birthday girl gets to drive." You smirked, flashing your new car keys to Clark. He smiled at you, knowing that you've pleaded your dad to drive and he gave you his old pick up truck. You both walked to the parking lot, and see the popular girls whispering at you as you get in the old pick up truck. You never knew why they disliked you so much, but you never paid attention to their sneers. Clark always admired that about you, that nothing tore you down.

"Anyways, I was thinking we could study for a bit at the coffee shop and I'll drop you home." You said to Clark as you drove out of campus.

"Sure, my parents will be relieved that I'm actually getting help with this class. They're more proud of your grades than mine." He joked.

"I have that effect on other people's parents. You have your powers and I have mine." You joked as Clark chuckled.

Soon, you drove to where you guys were headed and walked side by side inside the Talon. You then ordered what you wanted and sat down, just going over some things for your Chem homework.

You were still talking about some formulas and you look up to see Clark glancing elsewhere.

You follow his gaze and see he was staring at Lana Lane. It was like she popped out of those teen rom-com scenes where the guy is staring at his love interest. You roll your eyes, muttering 'typical' as you return to your notes.

"What?" He says, turning to you obliviously.

"You have super hearing and you didn't hear me?" You question.

"Who has super hearing?" Lana asks as she came up to your table.

You and Clark turn to her like deers in headlights. Clark coughs in his hand as you try stammering out.

"Oh, I was... just teasing how Kent prides in his hearing but he wasn't listening about our homework." You said.

Lana politely smiles as she looks at Clark flirtatiously.

"Better start studying Clark. You don't want to be grounded on prom night for slacking school." She said, picking up his empty drink and went to the back.

You had nothing against Lana. She was nice to you compared to the other girls in school. But you felt a pang of jealousy that Clark started to notice her more often. He thought he was weak in the knees for her, but soon found out the kryptonite necklace she wore made Clark ill. (Maybe you were a bit appeased by this, but you would never tell Clark that.)

Clark looks at her till she leaves his sight and immediately looks down to his textbook, reading the chapter.

"Really? I've been helping you for a whole week and it takes Lane two seconds for you to study?" You asked, feeling a bit upset.

Clark looks up to you, feeling bad. "I'm sorry, you know how I get flustered."

"Yeah..." you muttered again before reading to yourself.

"Hey, someone's a bit grumpy. Is it because I didn't give you your birthday present?" Clark asks, smirking.

"Clark, I told you, I don't like being spoiled." You said. Of course, you appreciate the Kents for taking care of you, especially since your dad is still mourning the loss of your mom.

"Hey, you're my best friend. I want to show how lucky I am that you're cool with me being an alien and all." You snicker at his comment, he never failed to make you laugh.

"Okay, Kent. Give me my present." You said in a sassy tone.

Clark smiles and dugs inside of his signature red jacket and hands you a present that looked like it was wrapped by a toddler. (You'd think he'd use his speed to be useful but oh well) You open it and you stare down at a silver bracelet that had a charm with the first letter of your name.

"Clark... I can't- accept this." You said, feeling a bit choked.

"Hey, yes, you should. I just remembered that you've always wanted to have a bracelet like your mom so I tried to find the closest thing like in the pictures." He said.

You form a smile as you wipe your tears.

"Thank you." You whispered, you said, fumbling to try to place it around your wrist.

Clark saw you were struggling a bit so he takes the bracelet and helps you put it on.

He gently holds your hand up and you both admire the twinkle it shows under the lights.

"It's beautiful." you said, looking down.

"Yeah, it is." he whispers under his breath.

You two retract your hands, feeling a bit flustered.

"Um... let's just go back to work." you whispered, staring back at your textbook.

Clark didn't say anything except smile at you and continued on with his studies, happy that he gets to be with you.

Soon, you drove him back home and see that his parents were out as Jonathan was getting off the tractor and Martha coming out of the house.

"Hey you two! How was studying?" Martha asks.

"It was good, Clark listens to me better than the teacher." You joked, making Clark roll his eyes playfully.

"Well, I'm glad that you're teaching him, he's always got his head in the clouds." Jonathan said, messing Clark's hair making his son smile.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I don't think muffins and coffee is a proper meal for this time, especially not on your birthday." Martha asks you.

"I really don't want to intrude." You said, knowing Mrs. Kent won't take no for an answer.

"She did make you your favorite." Jonathan hints, giving you a warm smile.

"Well, I guess can't pass up on a good meal." You joked as Martha hugs as you walks you into the house.

All of you started to eat and shared your day, laughing and enjoying each other's company. After dinner, Clark walked you to your car and opened your door.

"Hey so, I haven't heard any plans from you for prom." Clark asks as it was near the date.

"I wasn't initially going, but my aunt sent me a dress she made herself to surprise me. Said every beautiful girl deserves a beautiful dress." you said.

Clark comes closer to you, leaning on your open window.

"I didn't know what you were up to, so I was wondering if you wanted to go together?" Clark suggested.

You look at him surprised. you knew he didn't want to go to prom all together, unless he asked Lana, but he hasn't even asked her. You assume that she already has a date. You're about to tell him that you didn't want to be a second choice but his eyes gave you this look.

"You know you're the only one for me... so what do you say? I'll buy you a corsage to match that bracelet of yours."

In that moment, something in you just sparked.

"Well... flowers do sound nice." you said.

Clark shone his signature smile and straightened up.

"Great! I'll pick you up at your house, 8 o'clock sharp!" He said as he jogs to his door.

You couldn't help but shake your head as you started your car.

Prom would be one night to remember.

As the night came, Clark was trying to make a bowtie but kept on failing. Jonathan saw his son and walked in his room.

"Getting nervous there son?" he asks, leaning by the door frame.

Clark looks at his dad and looks down to his unfinished tie.

"It's just a dance." Clark said.

Jonathan laughs his head as he goes up to Clark, already fixing his tie.

"It's not just an ordinary dance, especially for you two lovebirds." His dad joked.

Clark rolls his eyes, as his parents often paired you and Clark since you two met.

"Dad...." Clark warned.

"I'm just saying son, it takes a long time for us Kent men to realize what's in front of us. That's all I can say." Jonathan said.

He finished the tie and patted Clark on the shoulder, implying that he was finally done. The two share a grateful look at each other and walked out to the car. Martha joins as she brought a polaroid, wishing to get pictures before you two head to the school.

When they arrive to your house, Clark takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

He then sees your dad who looked very bright.

"Clark! Come in, she should be coming down by now. Started getting ready since noon!" He says. Clark's parents go up to your dad and talk while Clark was staring at the staircase, trying not to burn it.

He then did a double take as he finally saw you as you walked out of your room as you were walking down the stairs. You wore this dark blue off-the-shoulder dress with a high slit on your left leg. He was stunned as your hair and makeup were professionally done. What made his heart flutter was the bracelet he gave you.

Martha gasps as she places a hand on her chest.

"Darling, you look beautiful! Clark, tell her she looks beautiful!" She said.

"Thank you Mrs. Kent." you said, staring at her.

You then look at Clark, slightly squirming in your dress that felt hot.

Clark could tell that you were waiting for a response. But there were so many words in the english language for him to describe you: exquisite, stunning, angelic... his breath was taken away.

All he could do was gulp, and offer you your corsage.

"This is... for you." he mustered the courage to say.

You decided not to let Clark make a fool of himself and walked up to him as he placed it around your wrist, feeling the same vibrations when he placed your bracelet on for the first time.

You two smiled at each other and looked up when you see a flash. Martha took a picture and orders you to pose with each other. Clark and you take pictures and tell your parents that it's time to head out. They wave you goodbye as Clark drove you to the dance.

The ride was silent, as the two of you sat awkwardly to school.

"Sooo..." You muttered.

"Sooo..." Clark replied.

You've grown a bit unsteady, and Clark could sense too. You're heart was thumping faster than a speeding bullet.

Clark gives you a glance and looks back on the road.

"Your dad seemed happy."

You smile as you look out the window.

"Yeah, he said that today reminded him of his first date with mom on their prom night. Brought back some good memories."

Clark smiled. You and your dad have been so estranged for so long, but was happy that you two found some inner peace.

"I'm not great with, talking about things... but I want us to have a fun night together, with you." You look at him and give him a smile.

"I'd love nothing more."

As you parked in the school's parking lot, Clark helped you down his car and held your hand. He held it tight, reassuring you that he wouldn't leave your side. You both took a deep breath and walked into the prom together.

Luckily you went during the rush, hiding among plain sight among the numerous teens. The night went without a hitch, you two were having a great time laughing and dancing.

Then it came the slow dance.

You and Clark looked at each other awkwardly.

"We can sit down if you want." You say, already crossing your arms as you felt too conscious.

"I was hoping we'd dance if you like." he says, stepping forward to you.

You look up to him, eyes doe like as you took a silent gulp. You slowly wrap your hands behind Clark's neck as he placed his hands on your waist.

You two don't break eye contact as the lights dimmed and the music filled your ears. You two slowly closed with each other, not saying a word. You lay your head on his chest as he held you tighter once more. Clark felt like he was floating in midair, wanting to hold you as long as he can.

He got lost in thought till he heard your voice.

"Clark?" you ask.

He looks down at you, your eyes shining like stars.

"They're staring at us." you said, uneasy.

He looks around and sees his peers, even hearing the smallest of whispers around you.

"Don't pay attention to them, they're just jerks." He says.

"What are they saying?" you ask.

"Nothing, they're all jealous that I get to dance with the most gorgeous girl in the room."

"I don't think i believe that... You sure you don't want to dance with a prettier girl like Lana?" You ask, stopping your dance.

"I don't want to dance with her, I want to dance with you." He says, firming his voice.

The insecurities start building in your chest and you let go of him.

"I'm sorry, I can't." You said, already running away with tears in your eyes.

He calls you by your name but you can't look back, not when you were feeling like a fool.

You go straight to the bathroom, holding onto the sink as you cried more, ruining some of your makeup.

It was stupid, stupid to think that you could have a chance with Clark. You guys have been friends your entire lives, he'll never view you as something more.

You whip your head up and hear some laughter. Lana was the first girl you saw and she looked so happy. She then saw you and saw her features soften.

"Hey, I'm just going to take a bit, you can go." she said to her friends.

She goes straight to the paper towel roller and took a piece. She walks right up to you.

"May I?" she asks, lifting up the napkin.

You were shocked, but you straighten up and allowed her to wipe off the mascara down your checks.

"Whoever told us that prom is the best night of your life is utter crap." she said.

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, i'm just counting down the days till I leave for college." you said, feeling a bit better.

Once she was done, she threw the trash and gave you a comforting smile.

"You look beautiful, you and Clark must be having a good time." She said.

You frown a bit before you lean by the sink.

"I'm kind of avoiding him right now." You said in a low tone, crossing your arms.

Lana looks upset. "If he said anything I swear I'll bring him hell." She said in a serious tone.

You laugh, as you know she'd fight for you.

“Clark is fine, it’s just… the people around us stare at me like I came out of a circus.” You said.

“Hey, don’t think that. In ten years, they’ll be wasting away in some bar or regretting having three kids who are under five. You? You’re going to graduate top of our class and go out into the world, doing greater things. They’ll regret ever saying one bad thing about you.” Lana said, placing a comforting hand by your arm.

You hugged her tight, trying not to cry.

“Thanks Lana, you don’t know how much that means to me.”

She rubs your back and looks at you, beaming that you’re feeling better.

“If I’m not mistaken, I believe you need to finish a dance with your date.” Lana states.

You take one deep breath and you two walk out hand in hand.

What you didn’t expect was Clark sitting by the staircase, straightening up when he sees you.

You look at Lana and give her a smile, implying that you’re able to take care of yourself. She gives you one last hug and says goodbye before heading to the dance.

You and Clark stand next to each other, in uncomfortable silence.

You two speak at the same time, always interrupting when one tried to give the other the floor.

Clark gestures you to speak.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" you ask.

Clark sighs in relief.

"I thought you'd never ask. I wanted to show you something if you want to follow me." He said.

You hesitate for a moment, but you give your hand to him. You two walk to the car and Clark drives you out of the school. You were confused about when Clark takes you to his barn and gets out quickly, wanting to surprise you with something. He returns back with lightning speed, grinning as he hopes to win you back.

"I think you're going to like this." He said.

When he tells you to come upstairs, you were in awe. He decorated the place with his white Christmas lights to illuminate the inside as you two saw the starry sky.

"Thought this would make up for tonight," he says as he walks up to the radio with a cd player and played a slow song.

Clark turns around and admires you standing there. He takes a few steps forward and holds you closer to him as you swayed to the music.

"I never got to say how breathtaking you look tonight. Guess I got too nervous to say it," he says.

You chuckle as you look up at him.

"Well, if that's your apology, I forgive you." You said.

You're thankful for Clark doing all of this. You were a very private person, so sharing this intimate night with each other in a comfortable place made you feel more confident.

You lean on Clark's chest, hearing his fast heartbeat. Clark holds you closer, never wanting to let you go.

That's when he realized his dad's words from earlier.

"I'm so stupid." He mutters to himself.

"What?" You ask.

Clark gulps as he realized he was thinking out loud and stops dancing.

"I'm an idiot."

"I think I need more context than that." You joke.

He rolls his eyes and held your hands firmly, staring into your eyes.

"I've been feeling so lost and nervous, my throat would dry and I forget the words that I want to say. But when I saw you walking down those steps, everything became so clear. I-I... want to protect you, I want to take you out of this town and show the world because you deserve every second of someone loving you and..."

His face inches to your lips.

"I want to be that person that loves you."

Your mind is racing and your heart might as well be jumping out of your chest. Clark could sense the uneasiness as you couldn't reply.

He begins to slip away from your touch, about to turn around "Maybe it's late, I'll take you hom-"

"Wait." You said.

You spin him back to you and without a beat passing, you kissed his lips. Clark's hands lay flat on your back as your heartbeats align. You two felt like you were levitating.

You two break apart, smiling wildly.

"I always wanted to do that," you whispered.

Clark could only chuckle as he shakes his head, as you always made him laugh.

"I thought the same thing." He said.

You two kissed again as the world around you blurred like an unfocused camera. But both of you knew you could capture this night like a picture: forever still in the moment.

#clark kent #clark x reader #clark kent x reader #smallville #smallville imagine #superman #superman imagines #superman x reader #tom welling #Clark Kent x plus size reader #dc #plus size reader

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Christmas Tree Farm

pairing: the stable girl universe!joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

rating: E (18+ only, just a bunch of happy fluff with a very smutty ending, shower sex, unprotected piv, fingering, dirty talk, return of the creampie)

word count: 4.2k

8 Days of Christmas Masterlist

It was hard to feel normal about anything in this world, even for those lucky enough to find themselves in Jackson. Christmastime hadn’t been any different, the children that had been born during the outbreak growing up without any of the old beloved traditions that you and Joel had the privilege of growing up with. So, to add a bit of nostalgia and tradition back into the town, Joel created a little Christmas Tree Farm with (admittedly) unimpressive pines he, Ellie, and Tommy had chopped down and dragged back into camp. This way, people could feel a little bit more normal and less like they were simply surviving.

“My lumberjack,” you greeted Joel as he chopped at log after log of wood with an axe, his head turning to greet you with a smile as soon as he heard you. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand before setting his axe down, his smile growing as he spotted the thermos and brown lunch bag in your hand. “Brought you something to warm you up.”

“If that’s what you were aimin’ to do, all you had to do was bring yourself, darlin.” Joel walked to you, kissing you sweetly. You chuckled against his lips and lightly pushed him back as his kisses began to travel down your neck.

“There are kids around,” you lovingly scolded with a blush, handing him his coffee and lunch bag to occupy his eager hands. Joel frowned and gave you his best puppy dog eyes in response. “You can wait until you get home.”

“Says you,” he rolled his eyes and gave you a half-smirk. “At least stay and have lunch with me.”

“Ellie’s at home watching the twins,” you tried to reason but he shook his head at you.

“Nope, you’re stayin’. It’s settled.” You laughed as Joel stepped behind you and gently pushed your back to make you walk forward into his workshop. Leaning in, Joel tickled the back of your neck with his beard, pressing his ice cold lips to your skin to just feel it pimple. “You smell good. Like cinnamon.”

“I was making snickerdoodles and gingerbread dough with the twins and Ellie.” Joel set his coffee and lunch bag down on a table littered with sawdust and wood scraps before turning you around to face him, his hands clasping at the small of your back. He smiled at you, clearly in a very affectionate mood.

“I ain’t got any customers right now,” he noted as he looked through the window, the yard filled with pine trees and Joel’s woodworking projects empty. “We could have a little fun.”

“Joel Miller,” you gasped and playfully swatted his chest through his jacket and flannels, Joel squeezing you closer in response. “What’s with you and wanting to fuck me in every public space you can think of?”

“What’s with you lookin’ so damn good all the time?” he countered, your eyes rolling as you let out a chuckle at his persistence. “C’mon, baby. Just a quickie.”

“When you get home,” you promised, earning another small pout before he gave up his sinful quest. “Now, eat. You’re gonna need your energy for later on.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked at you as he sat down on the bench, pulling you onto his lap before opening his lunch bag and digging in.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Lulu, you need to listen to Aunt Ellie,” you gently corrected your daughter’s eager hands as she reached for the gingerbread dough while Ellie was rolling it out, her fingers almost getting crushed by the wooden rolling pin Joel made you last Christmas.

“Sorry, mama. Sorry, Auntie Ellie,” Luna apologized in a soft voice, her timid nature shining through.

“It’s okay, baby. We just don’t want you to get hurt.” You watched as Ellie set down the rolling pin and lifted Luna into the counter so that they could start pressing the cookie cutters into the dough. “El, I’m gonna go check on Luke and Vivi. They’re being worryingly quiet.”

“My money’s on at least one broken window!”

You searched the living room for your four-year old son who was supposed to be playing with his older cousin, the two nowhere to be found. You sighed as you started the routine search for your troublemaker of a son downstairs before heading up to his bedroom, his coat and snow boots missing. Breathing in a breath of patience, you jogged downstairs to search for him outside but before you could reach the door, Joel was carrying him in like he was a package. Luke giggled as he was tucked under one of his father’s strong arms, Joel’s head shaking as he closed the front door behind Vivienne.

“Vivi, I told you—no playing outside unless you ask me first.” You scolded while Joel set his son down on his feet and helped him take his coat and boots off.

“Why are you yelling at me?” The eleven year old asked, the picture of her mother as she crossed her arms over her chest. You looked to Joel for help, but he was preoccupied with taking his own boots off.

“Because you’re older and you should know better.” You watched as Lucas bolted like a ball of never ending energy into the living room, Joel sighing as he finally joined the argument.

“V, Ellie’s gonna walk you home. I’m sure your parents are missin’ ya.” Joel ruffled her hair as he walked her further into the living room, your feet padding into the kitchen.

“Hey, could you possibly walk Vivi home?” You asked Ellie as her and Luna finished the cutting the final cookie.

“Yeah, I gotta go see Dina anyways.” She walked over to the sink and washed her hands while you scooped your daughter up and sat her on your hip. “She did most of ‘em herself.”

“Did you, now?” You smiled at her shy blush, her head nodding. “I think they’re gorgeous. Your daddy’s gonna think so, too, I bet.”

“Incoming!” Joel flew his son into the room like he was an airplane, Lucas giggling uncontrollably as he “crash landed” right into you. “Oh, what do we have here?”

“Lulu helped cut out some cookies.” Joel lit up for his daughter, acting as though she’d just painted the Mona Lisa.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl.” Joel leaned over and kissed her temple before setting Lucas down. “Alright, y’all. Say bye to cousin Vivi.”

“Bye Vivi!” Luna and Lucas waved from across the room at their cousin as Ellie walked her out the back door, both you and Joel sighing in relief.

“I love having her over but, lord, she’s so much like her parents. It’s hard to try and tell her anything,” you lamented with a shake of your head, setting Luna down and smiling as you watched her run straight to her father and demand to be picked up, Joel obliging. You reached over, combing her wild hair out of her face. “Alright, how about I put these cookies in the oven while your daddy takes you both upstairs for bath time?”

“Okay.” Luna agreed sweetly.

“No!” Lucas protested with a stomp of his foot.

“Lucas Miller, I suggest you change your tone when you’re talkin’ to your mama.” Joel corrected his son’s tantrum with a strong voice and a stern glare.

“But I don’t wanna take a bath…” he pouted in a softer tone, his arm wrapping around your leg to show you a bit of gentleness.

“You went outside today, Luke. You need a bath.” You pet his dark hair back as he leaned his head against your thigh. “Go take a bath and I’ll let you have the first cookie, okay?”

He nodded, a smile growing on his face at the compromise.

“Alright, then,” Joel chuckled, giving you an impressed look. “I was just gonna turn into an a-s-s-hole and hoped that fixed it, but bribery works.”

You laughed and shook your head at him, leaning in to give him a kiss, your children “ew”-ing in unison at the sight.

“Alright,” Joel pulled away with another laugh, winking at you as he scooped up his son and sat him on his other hip, carrying the two upstairs to the bath while you slid the trays of gingerbread into the oven and set the timer for eight minutes.

You tidied up the kitchen, the explosion of flour and cookie dough, along with veggie scraps from the soup you had whipped up for dinner covering your counters and floor. After a quick sweep and a thorough wipe down of all your counters and sink, the bell on the timer started to ring, signaling the completion of your cookies in the oven.

As if on cue, your children came barreling into the room dressed in their pajamas, their hair damp as they evaded their father’s grasp.

“Come back here, little monsters,” he put on a funny voice for them, chasing them around the living and dining room to simultaneously distract them from the kitchen and tire them out before bed.

You quickly transferred a few of the gingerbread to a cooling rack, just one for each of you to decorate, while the remaining twenty rested on the baking sheet.

“You ready for us, mama?” Joel asked after about five minutes of playtime, clearly winded and ready for a break. You chuckled and walked over to him, cupping his face.

“I love you,” you reminded sweetly, consumed by how good of a man, father, and partner he was.

“I can’t wait to see just how much when I get you alone later.” He winked at you before whistling for his children, calling them into the dining room and sitting them down in their seats. “Alright, mama’s gonna bring the cookies and icing over.”

“I get the first one!” Lucas declared proudly, Joel chuckling as he sat down between his children.

“Yeah, yeah. We know.”

“Alright, here you go Luke,” you set down his cookie first before giving one to Luna and Joel.

“You ain’t gonna make one, baby?” Joel asked, calling you over to sit on his lap. You half-obliged, leaning against his chair with his arms hugged around your hips.

“We can share,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead before helping your kids with their icing bags, Joel splitting his focus between his own masterpiece and his son’s. “Good job, Lulu.”

“Can I eat it now?” She asked, only having drawn a simple ace on her gingerbread man while Joel and Lucas went to town on theirs.

You giggled and shrugged at her. “If you want, baby. It’s your cookie.”

“Okay, I’m gonna eat it then.” She grinned at you before placing her cookie headfirst into her mouth and biting the gingerbread man’s head clean off.

“Oh my goodness, your dad was right. You are a little monster.” You tickled her stomach as she chewed her cookie, her giggles making your heart swell.

“Alright, you two,” Joel tapped your hip to call your attention to his and Lucas’ cookies. Both you and Luna exchanged a look, not impressed by their Jackson Pollock-esque icing work. “Y’all are just jealous. Ain’t they, Luke?”

“Jealous!” he agreed passionately before taking a bite out of his cookie and humming at the amount of sugar he’d drenched it in. “It’s good, mama.”

“Oh, I bet.” You laughed and gave him a sarcastic head nod and thumbs up, earning a laugh from Joel, the sound warming your soul.

It was an hour or so later that you and Joel sat with your children curled up in your laps on the couch, Joel’s voice deep and soft from exhaustion as he read “Charlotte’s Web” out loud.

“When he recovered from his emotion, he spoke again. ‘Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’,” Joel read from the book, Lucas nearing sleep but Luna still captured by the story. You felt yourself start to ache for him, between his softness with your children and the deep rasp paired with his accent. “‘You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.’”

“Daddy,” Luna croaked, voice weak with exhaustion.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, flickering his eyes to you and curling his lips up into a small smile.

“I’m sleepy, so can you stop reading?” Both of you chuckled at her politeness, your lips pressing against the crown of her head as Joel shut the book closed.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He stood up with Lucas, grunting as Luna latched onto his other side, both kids in his arms resting their heads on his shoulders. “Say goodnight to mama.”

“Night mama,” Luna blew you a kiss while her brother remained fast asleep. You stood up and kissed both of their foreheads before they headed upstairs.

You walked to the kitchen to heat up some milk for a bedtime hot chocolate, the pot taking longer than you’d hoped to start boiling. Joel’s hands found your hips as you stood at the stove, his lips pressing against the back of your neck and trailing down your shoulder and back up again, leaving chills in it’s path.

“Finally got you alone,” he husked against the shell of your ear, his lips pecking the sensitive spot behind it.

“I was gonna make some hot chocolate for us but it’s taking too long,” you sighed, turning in his arms and hugging his waist. Joel leaned in to kiss you as though he hadn’t heard what you said, his lips moving slow and sure, no signs of any rushing on his part.

“A hot chocolate sounds nice. We can sit out front with ‘em.” His breath fanned over your lips and a whimper escaped yours, your center aching for him while he was perfectly content on taking tonight slow. “Baby, I’m not letting you go to bed without making you feel good. You ain’t gotta worry about that. I just wanna enjoy some alone time with you beforehand is all.”

“Only if you promise to sing me a song,” you bargained with a smile, Joel’s breathy chuckle puffing against your face.

“Sure thing, darlin’. What song?”

“Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas,” you responded quickly, earning an eyebrow raise of curiosity. “I’ve loved that song since I was a little girl, and also I just think you’d sound good singing it.”

“Alright, baby. Whatever you ask me to do, you know I’ll do it. I’m weak when it comes to you.” He pecked your cheek before leaving you to your task while he grabbed some blankets and his guitar, carrying them out front to the porch.

It was about ten minutes later that you came out to join him, carrying a mug of hot chocolate in each hand. Joel was sat on his rocking chair, a blanket on his lap as he strummed mindlessly, the soft melody bringing a smile to your face.

“Sounds so pretty,” you complimented as you set the mugs down on the side table he’d built. Joel beamed at you, not saying anything because his eyes said enough. He couldn’t have looked more in love or at peace. “How old were you when you learned to play?”

“Young, middle school, I think.” He spoke over his strumming as you sat down in the rocking chair he’d made just for you, tugging on your own blanket before holding your mug in your hands to help warm you up. “I tried showin’ Luke a couple nights ago, but he’d rather die than sit in one spot for five minutes.”

“Well, that’s the product of our love,” you shook your head with a chuckle, Joel laughing along before sipping his drink, letting out a hum at the taste.

“This is delicious, baby. Thank you.” You reached over and swiped the whipped cream off his lip with your thumb, sucking it clean. Joel let out a dark chuckle and shook his head, looking at you like you were a temptress and he was about to willingly give his honor away just to have a taste of you. “Tease.”

“How about that song, cowboy?” You pinched his knee and he let out another breathy laugh, his fingers starting to strum the guitar again.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas,” Joel started, his deep, southern singing voice literally music to your ears. You wanted to sit on his lap, hold him close, kiss every inch of him you could reach, but his guitar stood in the way. You resigned to loving him from a few feet away, your feet helping your chair rock back and forth as you slipped on your hot chocolate and simply basked in his voice. “Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more.”

“Wish you’d gather near to me,” you mumbled under your breath, or so you thought. Joel let out a boisterous laugh and stopped his playing, setting his guitar down before patting his lap.

“Get on over here,” he demanded through a chuckle and you happily obliged, carrying your blanket and cup of hot chocolate with you as you sat down in his lap, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close as he rocked you back and forth. Joel nuzzled his cold nose against your cheek, bringing a grin to your face as his mustache tickled your skin. “I’ll never get tired of this, darlin’.”

“Me either,” you turned your head, your nose bumping his as the two of you pressed your foreheads together. “Kiss me, Miller.”

“Where?” He asked with a mischievous smirk, earning a playful swat to his chest.

“Wherever you want,” you purred.

“You just keep gettin’ better.” Without warning, Joel scooped you up bridal style, impressing you with his strength as he walked you inside the house, shedding the blanket you were still wearing. A giggle escaped your lips and Joel hushed you with a kiss, smiling against you as he carried you up the stairs to the bathroom. “You gotta be quiet, baby. We’ve got two little monsters we don’t wanna wake up.”

“Yes, sir.” You mock-saluted him, earning a half-smile and an eye roll as he set you down onto the floor, closing the bathroom door behind him and locking it. His hands held your hips, pressing you against the sink counter as he kissed you deeply, thoroughly, building that aching desire back up from earlier.

“Get undressed for me while I let the water heat up,” he ordered with one last peck to your lips.

“So bossy tonight,” you teased as you stripped down to nothing, Joel’s grin going unseen by you as he bent down to turn the water on.

While you were at the sink, you tied your hair up, determined to not have to deal with the daunting task of washing and drying it. Joel took this opportunity to snake his arms around your waist, kissing over your shoulders and back as you watched him in the mirror. When he resurfaced, he hazel eyes were dark with lust, his hands traveling up to cup the weight of your breasts.

“You just get to walk around lookin’ like this,” he husked as he continued to palm your mounds, his thumb brushing back and forth over your slowly pebbling nipples. “What’s that like? Knowin’ you’re the most stunning thing to walk this earth.”

“Such a line,” you meant to speak teasingly, but the feeling of his fingers tweaking your nipples as he pressed his still-clothed cock against the crease of your ass made you ditsy with desire, your words coming out as a whimper. Spinning around in his arms, you shucked his jacket off his shoulders. “Your turn to strip.”

“Guess that’s fair,” he smirked and peeled his three layers of sweaters off at once, his stomach flexing as he raised the fabric over his head. You reached out to touch your palms to the thoroughly scarred expanse of his stomach and chest, relishing in the feeling of his warm skin against yours. Joel placed both hands on your face and backed you against the vanity counter, kissing the breath out of your lungs. You hummed against him as you undid his belt and jeans, trying and failing to shuck them down his hips. “Hop in the shower, I’m right behind ya.”

You nodded and made a few quick steps to the shower while Joel quickly peeled his jeans and underwear off, leaving them in a pile on the floor as he stepped in behind you. His arms hugged you close as you faced towards the stream of hot water, Joel’s bearded cheek resting against your shoulder blade.

“I’ve been thinkin’ bout this all day,” he confessed in a rasp, his kisses trailing from one shoulder blade over to the other. You could feel him hardening behind you, his cock resting against your lower back. You hummed, tossing your head back to rest against his chest as his lips traveled up your neck to the side of your face, pecking every inch of skin he could find until you were grinning from ear to ear. “You wanna get clean before we get dirty, or get dirt before we get clean?”

You chuckled, turning in his arms to cradle his face. “Whatever get you inside of me quicker.”

Joel grinned as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours and walking you backwards until your back hit the cold wall of the shower. You gasped at the chill on your skin but his body pressing into yours quickly made up for it. One hand slipped from your side to the patch of hair between your legs, running his fingertips over it as he sought out your heat. When his fingertips finally reached your clit and started to rub pressured circles against it, your body relaxed, your head tipping back against the wall. Joel took the opportunity to suck a mark onto your skin—the joys of being settled down.

“Fuck, I need you,” you moaned, reaching down to pump his throbbingly erect cock. Joel hissed but bucked his hips into your fist, both overwhelmed and desperate for more simultaneously.

“I dont think this is gonna be one of the more impressive times, darlin’,” he chuckled, already near his release. “Too worked up.”

“I don’t care,” you assured, spinning around so that your chest was pressed against the wall and your ass was sticking out. “I know you’ll make me feel good, regardless.”

“Damn right,” he boasted as he ran his fingertips from your clit to your entrance, dipping inside in shallow thrusts until he was curling them against your favorite spot.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Gonna eat your pussy until you’re shakin’ once we get into bed,” he promised, his voice a deep rasp as he continued his attack, your thighs already shaking from his skilled fingers. “Fuck, you’re drippin’…you ready for me? Want me inside you, sweet thing?”

“Fuck yes,” you breathed out, shimmying your ass for him. Joel chuckled and nodded against you as he kissed your spine, his fingers leaving you to grip his cock, a his leaving his lips as he put just the tip in.

“God damn,” he moaned before chuckling again, shocked by his own level of arousal. “Talkin’ ‘bout makin’ you shake…this sweet little pussy has me shakin’.”

“Joel, please…I want you so bad,” you whimpered, his voice and the words leaving his lips were driving you wild with desire. You were so ready for him you could cry over it, but as always, Joel took his time.

“Gotta ease in, baby,” he reminded, placing another kiss to your back. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want you to,” you begged, turning your head so that you could look at him from over your shoulder. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

Joel growled at the demand and pressed in all the way to the hilt, an echoing moan filling the room as he looked directly into your eyes.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he warned as he snapped his hips brutally against the flesh of your ass, each stroke hitting something electrifying inside of you that had your brows furrowing. “That what you want? You want me to fill this pretty pussy up and then lick you clean? Huh? Answer me.” He swatted your ass, the sting mixing so well with the pleasure that you very nearly came.

“Again! Do it again,” you begged earnestly, completely lost in your bliss. Joel smacked his hand down onto your ass again, this time hard enough for him to see a mark in the shape of his hand on your flesh. “Yes! Yes, fuck! I’m cumming!” You mewled as your walls constricted around him, your orgasm washing over you warm and soft, nothing like the fucking Joel was giving you.

“Fuck!” He growled out loud as he stilled his hips, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed all the way inside of you, his cock throbbing as he spilled into you. He leaned his head forward to rest between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath, both of you content to stay like this the entire night. “God damn…almost passed out.”

“Me too,” you chuckled, standing upright as he willed himself to slip out of you, both of you hissing at the absence of each other’s warmth. “Let’s hurry up and get clean, the water’s already cold and I’m looking forward to that promise you made me.”

Joel chuckled and spun you around, slotting his lips with yours for a tender kiss.

“Anything you say, Mrs. Miller.”

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[heartfullofleeches]

How you meet them outside the Cafe

A series of shorts of you meeting the yan hybrids from my owner cafe series outside of the shop

Clyde/Spot [Rabbit Boy]

"Delivery for... Master?"

The word dies in the delivery boy's throat as the front door opens. You stand in the hall of your appartment, groggy from being woken up on your day off. Your barely conscious mind struggles to find the connection between the familiar face at first. Clyde choses to feign innocence as the pieces finally click; nearly dropping the package in hand as your lips form to his name.

"Sp-" You pause. "Clyde?"

He keeps his disappointment at bay with a shy smile. "Y-yea.. it's me. I thought the name on the order was familiar, but I didn't think it would really be you."

You prop against the doorframe, joining him in jollity as more memories cross your mind. "Oh, right- I remember you saying you did delivery work once."

Clyde wishes he could hide completely behind the box's small frame. He was prone to being bashful, but standing here, seeing you in your casual, comfortable environment was too much. If he tinted his head far enough, he could even see into your living room.

He scratches behind his ear to hide its tick. "Yea, I do bigger stuff on weekends, but on weekends I do food service if I need the extra cash. Um, this was from the bakery about a block over. I think it's a cake - not that I saw being noisy.

You take the box as he hands it over. Bit strange considering you didn't order anything, but free is free. Must be from a coworker. "'Sweet! Thank you so much for delivering this to me, Clyde. I'll be sure to thank you properly the next time you stop by the store."

He blushes. "It was my pleasure."

"Well, see you later!"

"S-see you soon, master." The word sits on his tongue as you shut the door, tainting it with the weight of his crime. Clyde slumps against your door. He's terrible - a horrible pet for lying to you like that; but it was the easiest way to confirm your location with looking directly through your window. He prays the bear along with the dessert will provide you with comfort at night - and that you don't squeeze it too hard.

Pauline/Belle [Cowwoman]

"We're here!"

You wake with a jolt as a large hand crashes around your shoulder. The woman to your left chuckles at your fright, offering you a hand to help you out of her truck. Leaning in to take it, she scoops you up by your arms and pulls you out herself. The bright sunlight warms your skin; cattle roaming freely in the distance.

"A beaut, ain't she?"

You nod in agreement as you look around her farm. As the head chef who quit a few months into your few year, Pauline often huffed about how she'd get this place fixed up and never look back when she was upset. Eventually that day would come, but there was one thing she couldn't leave behind.

Pauline sighs. "Yup, she's gorgeous, but nowhere near a knockout like you." She clears her throat as she glances your way. "Uh- anyway. Thanks for stopping by, Y/n. It gets real lonely round here without ya... And other folks, of course.

Saber [Catboy]

"Get the fuck out before they get here!"

A sharp hiss comes from behind a makeup room door, followed by a body shoved from its space. The figure in the doorframe sweeps the dust off their shirt and goes to sit back down; rushing to fix their hair and makeup as they spot you through the mirror.

"Y/n - Hello! What a wonderful surprise." The feline purrs, twisting in his chair to face you. His eyeshadow is uneven due to him booting his entire team before you came, but he still smiles at you like there wasn't a care in the world.

"Afternoon, Saber." You walk up to the table and set the bags you brought on it. His stomach grows as the scent of the food wafts through the air, but he plays it and his embarrassment off with a stretch.

Saber leans against the back of his chair. "Ah, I'm so glad the cafe started doing deliveries. With how many shoots there's been lately, I haven't had an hour to myself - or my needs."

The greedy cat strikes his claws up to the string of your apron, but you don't seem to notice as you pull the containers from the bag.

"I know. Management is still discussing renting us outside the cafe, but for now it's just the food." You turn and pat his head. "Sorry, kitty. I have other orders to take care of."

The calm in Saber's gaze turns frantic as he grabs onto your sleeve. "Wait! Before you go - feed me the first bite?"

Shanna/Bo [Sheep Girl]

After a long week of work, a small group of friends decided to take you out for the night to let off some steam. Standing in line for some club, the last thing you expect to see was a familiar face and a more recognizable pair of horns.

"Name?"

"Shanna?"

"That's not on the list... huh?" Trailing off, the slightly irritated look on the woman's face turns to shock and bashful. "Y-y/n?! What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"My dad has me outside some nights for extra cash. Gosh - this is so embarrassing... D-do you wanna come in? Normally you'd need a reservation, but I can get you in no problem. I'll pay for whatever you want too."

"Shane! We need your help!"

Shanna flinches at the booming voice from within the bar. "Coming!" She looks back at you; the stress of whatever bothered her melting as she gazes into your eyes. She stammers. "Ah- I'll be right back. Please don't tell anyone I work here... or leave."

Prince [Hyena Boy]

Stepping off your final bus, you instinctively groan at the noise from the adjacent street. Your apartment was housed right across the street from a local college. Not quite upperclass, but definitely a name that was other here. Things normally weren't that loud, but with the end of the semester came chaos. You really needed to look for a new place to live.

"Boss? That you?"

You pay no mind to the person waving their arms in your direction - till they're running your way through busy traffic.

"Boss!"

As you finally turn to look, you're tackled by a body with the physique of an athlete; kept from falling by his swift movements as he twists on his heels and hugs you to his chest. You're damn near ready to toss him back into the streets when he starts to kiss all over your face, until his dog tags start to smack you in the chin.

"Ashur?"

The hyena whines as he lets you go. "Ah, man, don't call me that. Prince is way cooler - since it's the name ya gave me and all."

You look him up and down. He's wearing the colors of that school; and has a broken nose. "What are you doing here?"

Prince grins. "To fucking party, obviously! That and I got kicked outta my last school. Some bitch was dissing my collar and therefore you since your name's on it, so I had to beat his ass."

He points to his nose. "Trust me when I say this is nothin compared to him."

"Your collar has what now?"

Prince rubs his shoulders. "So what's going on? You live there?"

You nod as his gestures towards the building behind you. "Yeah. Been here for a couple years."

"Sweet! Let's head in! Maybe I'll look in to living here too!"

Prince follows behind you as you head up to your floor. He feels a little bad for lying to the fraternities that came to him in greeting - but he didn't come here for them.

Wisteria [Floral Monster]

"Hello, my dears. Have you missed me much?"

Visiting a museum on your day off, you're alerted to a familiar voice as you head out to the garden. A frequent ccustomerm and acquaintance of yours stands by a few rose bushes. With a wave of her hand, the drooping petals ripen to full glory.

"Wisteria?"

A new collection of flower buds spread across the entire field, and the woman's crown as she looks at you. The petals of the large rose in place of her upper face bleed from pure white to pink.

"Y/n? Is that you, darling? What a lovely surpise."

You join her side. "What are you up to?"

"Tending to my little sprouts. I was in charge of designing this garden when the museum was first built."

"Wasn't it built in the early 1900's?"

"They are like my children." Wisteria continues. "I've worked on countless projects, but they are the ones I find myself drawn to the most. I am happy you've finally met."

You wave at the flowers for some reason. Wisteria muffles a laugh.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but could you leave us for a while? I'd like to be alone with them a little while long."

"Oh - sure."

The second you're out of sight, the newly formered blossoms bloom. Wisteria plucks one, bringing it to their face.

"Yes, my loves. They are the one I've been speaking of. What do you think?"

Scout/Bear [Wolfman]

"Come on, little guy. Outta the cage."

Bus broken down on the road, you glance out the window only to find someone you'd seen countless times before. After hounding the bus driver to let you off, you sneak up on the man till your suspensions where confirmed.

"Scout?"

The cigarette held in his teeth falls from his lips from the fright. He stamps it out; aiming to avoid further scaring the racoon in the cagehe held. He hushes the creature as it chitters, setting the cage on the floor and waiting for it to scamper off before facing you. He takes off his coat and tosses in the the boot of his truck so the smell of ash won't reach you; looking down at you like he was in the middle of a dream he didn't want to wake from.

"Y/n. Thought my ears were playing a trick on me. What are you doing out here? It isn't safe to be out on your own."

You point at the bus. " Broke down. What were you doing?"

"Family called out a rodent infestation. It was just their son letting some poor raccoon into their home and feeding it chips. Wanted me to kill him, but they didn't care what I did long as it was gone."

"Oh.. That's sweet of you."

Bear leans against the bumper of his car; hiding the wag of his tail against its metal. He looks at you expectantly, before glancing away; hoping you'll ask for help first. It'll ease his conscious when he finally gets you on board; and remind him that eventually he'll have to begrudgingly let you leave.

"So.." He begins. "Need a ride?'

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