Perfect for the spring weather Iâve been having at home đ love warm fuzzy Joel
but now Iâm your daisy
summary: Itâs a random Thursday in the middle of spring, and Joel has a surprise for youâa surprise thatâs an hour away from Jackson on horseback, that he insists on blindfolding you for.
pairing: Joel Miller/gn!reader (reader has smaller hands than Joel)
rating: T (No y/n, AGE GAP (unspecified, reader is an adult), Grumpy Joel Miller, a lil Possessive Joel Miller, FLUFF, itâs so fluffy, established relationship, kissing, purposely annoying Joel until he snaps at you, Joel being secretly romantic, MARRIAGE PROPOSAL (itâs so cute), cussing, did I mention fluff? Joel being so in love, Joel being the best dad to Ellie)
word count: 2.5k+
a/n: This can be read as a standalone or in the same universe as âbut I would die for you in secret.â An anon requested a âfluffy cute fic with an age gap (No smut)â for Joel, and this extremely cute idea came to me that I wrote in one night. Shoutout to @littlemisspascal who loved the snippets I sent her, and thank you to the love of my life, @juletheghoul for betaing!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. Iâd love to know what you thought!
but I would die for you in secret - Masterlist
âAre we there yet?â you ask for the thirteenth time in the span of an hour.
Itâs the perfect spring day with the temperature outside not too hot and not too cold, the air feeling a little crisp when it fills your nose. The sunâs warmth is hitting your back, and youâre sure that if you could see the sky, itâd be a beautiful, clear, cerulean blueâyou canât see, though, not with the bandana over your eyes as you sit astride a horse, Joel on his own next to you holding his reins and yours to lead you.
His sigh is long and loud, and you can picture perfectly without having to look at his annoyed expression.
âNo,â he growls. âThe same damn answer as the last dozen or so times you asked.â
âHey, donât get mad at meâyou havenât spent an hour literally in the dark with no idea where the hell youâre going.â
âAnd Iâve told you itâs a surprise,â he rumbles.
âWell, are we close to this surprise?â
He sighs again, and you just know heâs got the fingers of his free hand pressed to his brow. âI swear, youâre just as bad as Ellieâneither of you seems to understand what a fuckinâ surprise is.â He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. âNow,â he says calmly, âI donât know why youâre purposely pushinâ my buttonsââ
âYou ate the last of the ice cream last night,â you interrupt. âThe ice cream I worked hard to make that I was excited to eat as a late-night snack.â
âYou gotta be fuckinâ kiddinâ meâhow many times do I have to apologize? Iâm sorry. I didnât know you were savinâ it, and had I known, I wouldnât have eaten it. Will you please forgive me?â
âDid I annoy you enough that the thought crossed your mind to take us back home?â
âYes.â
âAnd you didnât because you love me so much youâll put up with my shit?â
âYes.â
âThen I forgive you. Can I ask a question that has nothing to do with the distance we are from the surprise?â
He lets out a relieved breath, and his tone softens. âOf course, honey.â
Without fail, every time he calls you a sweet endearment, you melt a little, feeling so soft you might turn into a puddle.
Youâre smiling. âWhat made you choose today to surprise me? Itâs kinda random that itâs a Thursday, and you didnât wait for the weekend when weâre usually off.â You taught at the school, and Joel did whatever he was assigned each day; lately, itâs been a lot of patrolling.
âDo you know what todayâs date is?â
The question makes you think because you do know the date, and itâs not your, his, or Ellieâs birthday; itâs not a holiday that youâre aware of, either, and frankly, youâre not quite sure what the significance is.
âI do, but whatâs so special about it?â
âWhat were you doinâ last year around this time?â
âUm, what was I doing? Wait, itâs around when I moved to Jackson.â
âThatâs right, and whoâd you meet a little after you arrived?â
âA lot of people.â
âJesus Christ,â he breathes in exasperation. âBaby, when did you meet me?â
âLike two, three days after I moved into the house across the street from you.â
âAnd what happened when we met?â
The memory makes you smirk. âI seduced youâmy sexy, way older, single dad neighbor.â
âThatâs trueâI was gone on you from the moment you batted those pretty eyes at me, and who were you romantically involved with from that day forward?â
Your eyebrows furrow. âYou.â
âWas there anyone else?â Itâs a harmless question he knows the answer to and is honestly humorous even to be asked.
You snort. âWhy would I have wanted to be with anyone else when I had you? No, of course not, and you were very clear that I was yours and only yours, even if nobody else knew for quite some time.â
Your relationship with him was a secret for many months because he didnât want Ellie to knowâhe was worried she wouldnât take it well, but she ended up being completely fine with it and had figured out the two of you were a thing, pretty much from the beginning.
âSo, itâs a year from the day you became mine,â he says, âwhy would I be takinâ you somewhere special?â
The realization slams into so hard you gasp.
âAre we celebrating the anniversary of when we first met?!â
Itâs clear in his voice heâs smiling. âWe areâI know we did things ass-backward, and I wish I couldâve courted you properly from the beginninâ, but I consider that first time we met as the start of our unconventional relationship.â
Warmth is spreading through your body at how sweet this is.
âOh my god, Joelâif I could, Iâd kiss you right now!â
âWell, youâre in luck, my love, âcause weâre finally here.â Your horse comes to a stop, the animal snorting as its front hooves shuffle in place. âYou can look.â
You lower the bandana, and your eyes widen at whatâs in front of you: itâs a meadow of colorful wildflowersâthe lush green grass overshadowed by the yellows, pinks, purples, whites, and blues blooming thickly everywhere, tall pine trees lining the edges, and snow-capped mountains towering high off in the distance.
Youâve never seen anything so beautiful, and it takes your breath away.
Thereâs movement out of the corner of your eye of Joel getting off his horse, and youâre too focused on taking in all of the scenery, seeing butterflies fluttering around and birds gliding through the air.
âWell?â he asks, and you jolt at his voice coming from the opposite side of where he was initially. âSorry for spookinâ ya, baby.â He rubs a hand along your jean-covered thigh, and your head tilts down his way. Joelâs eyes look hopeful, and a small smile is on his lipsâheâs wearing a red flannel and has a rifle on his back, the light breeze causing some of his gray strands of hair to dance atop his head. âWhat do you think?â he asks.
Your answer is to get off the horse, Joelâs hands immediately grabbing onto your waist to steady you as you swing your leg over the back of the animal, one foot landing on the ground, then the otherâyou spin around, throwing your arms around his neck, and crush your lips to his, swallowing his surprised sound. Heâs automatically hugging you to him, and you never feel safer than when he holds you, knowing without a doubt he wonât let anything happen to you and will protect you with everything he has; youâd do the same for him and Ellie, the two most important people in your life.
When you break apart, your breaths come out a little heavier, and with the way heâs gazing into your eyes, you can clearly see his love for you shining through.
His hand caresses your cheek. âA good surprise?â he asks.
Your mouth is grinning as you nod. âThe best surprise and worth an hour in the dark.â You hold his face as you lean in, placing loud, smacking kisses over his stubbled cheeks, along his jaw, on his chin, and lips. Joel chuckles at your enthusiasm, and you end with a peck to the tip of his nose.
âThereâs more,â he says.
Your eyes go big. âWhat do you mean thereâs more?â
âLet me tie up the horses, and Iâll show you.â
He moves away to do as he said, using ropes to tie around each of their two front legs to hobble them and keep them in place, allowing them to graze.
Joel isnât kidding about there being more: he removes a blanket roll from his saddle that he spreads out on a patch of grass, and from his backpack, he takes out containers with strawberries, apples, cheese, some smoked meat and to drink, a bottle of apple juice made in Jackson.
He sits on the blanket, his long legs out in front of him, the food on one side of him, his rifle, and your shotgun thatâd been holstered in a scabbard attached to your saddle within reach on the ground. He makes you giggle as he pulls you down into his lap, sitting sideways across it, his arms wrapping around your middle, while your hands go into the hair at the back of his head, his eyes locked on yours.
Something hard is poking you in the ass. âIs that a flashlight in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?â you ask with a wag of your eyebrows.
Joel huffs out an amused breath as he gets his hand under you and pulls his sheathed hunting knife off of his belt, tossing it next to the rifle and shotgun.
âBetter?â he asks with a raised eyebrow.
âYes.â You kiss his cheek. âMuch betterâthank you.â You stare at his handsome face and brush his messy bangs off his foreheadâJoel grabs your hand, keeping his gaze on yours as he kisses the skin on the inside of your wrist, leaving behind tingles where his lips touch.
âIf Ellie knew how secretly romantic you are,â you say, âsheâd give you even more shit than she already does.â
His eyes roll, and he holds your smaller hand in his bigger one, pressing it to his heart.
âWanna know a secret?â he asks.
âAlways.â
âShe avoids teasinâ me about our relationship and how I am with youâI mean, if she sees us kiss, sheâll pretend to get sick, but thatâs just how teenagers are.â He shrugs. âShe slips up every once in a while, and thatâs expected; I think her tryinâ her best not to shit on my happiness is her sweet way of beinâ supportive.â Heâs smiling fondly. âSheâs the one who suggested a picnic.â
Your face matches his. âYou discussed your secret anniversary plans with her?â
âYes.â He nods. â'cause Tommyâs idea of celebratinâ was stayinâ in bed all day naked, and it made me wonder for the millionth time why the fuck Maria married his ass.â
You laugh. âAnd thatâs pretty much a regular Saturday for us when Ellie stays at Catâsââ Her girlfriendâs. ââfor the weekend.â
Heâs got an arm around your back and lets go of your hand, reaching to pluck a dandelion from the grass at the edge of the blanket.
âExactly,â he says, âneeded to do somethinâ special, and I found this place a few weeks ago while on patrol and knew youâd love it.â His eyes squint a little as his attention turns to whatâs in front of him.
âI do, I love it so much.â You look around at the flowers, trees, and mountains. âItâs so beautiful!â
âYeah, it is.â You face him again, finding his gaze already on you.
He does this often, where when you seek him outâbe it at the crowded bar on a Friday night, the busy mess hall at breakfast before work, while youâre cuddled on the couch watching a movieâheâs already looking at you before your eyes land on his. Itâs like youâre the only thing that exists, and you find it both lovely and insane that he loves you that much.
The other person who steals his attention is Ellieâsheâs his whole world, and thatâs how it should be; sheâs his kid, and if Joelâs one thing, heâs a fantastic father who loves his children more than anything.
âYouâve ruined me for anyone else, Joel Miller,â you tell him, clutching his shirt with your left hand. âI love you, I love your daughter, I love the life we have, and Iâm sorry, but youâre stuck with me for the rest of your lifeâyouâre mine, and Iâll fight anyone or anything that tries to take you from me.â
âYeah?â He takes your hand from his shirt and presses your palms together between you, making your own look so tiny with how much longer and thicker his fingers are. âWell,â he starts, your eyes closing when he leans in to nudge his nose against yours, âyouâve sure ruined me for anyone else, too, and youâre it for meâI love you, I love that you really do care about my kid, and how you make our lives better,â he rasps softly. âNo one else can have you âcause you belong to me as I belong to you, so I see this only goinâ one way.â
âAnd whereâs that?â you whisper.
His hand leaves yours for a moment.
âWith you marryinâ me,â he says and slips something onto your ring fingerâyour eyes fly open seeing heâs tied the dandelion stem to make a loop your finger can fit through, the vibrant yellow flower a pretty substitute for a real diamond ring that are hard to find these days; this is Joel doing something how it was done when he was younger because, to him, itâs the right way, even though nowadays engagements are simply a verbal agreement rarely accompanied by jewelry. Or this is Joel just being romantically old-fashioned; you love it when heâs romantically old-fashioned.
Your cheeks are hurting from smiling so big, and tears are brimming in your eyes.
âIf youâll have me, of course,â he adds, and you look at him. âI know Iâve been alive a long fuckinâ time and that you can do better than someone as old as me, but I promise Iâll give you my everythinâ and the best life I can because youâre the one I wanna spend whatever time I have left breathinâ with.â The truth is evident in his chocolate-colored gaze, seeing the glimmer of hope in the dark pools. âAs long as itâs somethinâ youâd want. Itâs fine if you prefer we keep doinâ things as we have been without you takinâ my last nameâIâm lucky enough that you like me.â
âAsk me,â you say.
His eyebrows pull together. âAsk you whatâŠ?â
âTo marry youâin all the sweet things you said, you didnât ask the question.â
His cheeks pink up, and he scratches the back of his neck. âThatâs fuckinâ embarrassinâ. Not much of a proposal if you donât ask the questionâsorryâlet me try this again.â He clears his throat and takes your hand, being careful of the dandelion ring, his eyes seeming to get bigger. âWill you marry me?â
âYes,â you answer immediately, and he rewards you with a smile big enough for his very seldom-seen dimple to make an appearance.
Then his large palms are cradling your face, and heâs kissing you like heâs just come home after being away for a while, and canât believe heâs finally feeling your lips against his once moreâheâs savoring every second and being so thorough it makes you go dizzy, your skin heating beneath your clothes.
This is one of those unforgettable kisses that will make you swoon each time it comes to mind in the years to come.
And this man asked you to marry him.
Settling down in Jackson was the best decision youâve ever made.
but I would die for you in secret - Masterlist
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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
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Oh my god the poem at the end
True Blue (Gurney Halleck x f!reader)
Summary:Â It was hard to react to the fact that youâd gained Gurney Halleckâs attention.
Word count:Â 3.6k
Warnings: I donât know shit about Dune universe. Sorry. This is REALLY experimental. Other than that, nothing to worry about here.
Authorâs Note: Listen, I canât explain. This⊠came out of my mind, I wrote, then I got aprehensive to post because Sci-fi was never my strong point and the only reason I wrote this was because I have a crush on Josh Brolin and I came up with this idea. Anyway.
Safe to remember I DONâT WRITE TO GURNEY HALLECK and this happened as one of those impulse moments where you just do. I have a special fondness for this idea. If you are interested in more Dune stories, I recommend you follow @dunefeather and @supernovafeatherâ. She writes AMAZING pieces.Â
If any Dune fans find inconsistencies from the true story, I apologize again. They really do exist. I tried to research to bring elements from the books.
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It wasnât the first time youâd left Chusuk. Still, a part of you was wary of hearing that House Kio would participate in a political obligation to the Atreides on Caladan, which seemed more like a courtesy of their good relationship. They had history. A good one.
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Hii could u write a part 2 to the morning wood hopper fic? Maybe hopper accidentally bumps into the reader at a bar and he takes her home and Yk⊠đ
MORNING WOOD pt. 2 / a perv!hopper one shot
PART 1
a/n: OMG i finally wrote something and it is the part 2!!! i'm going to do part 3 soon (might start writing it tonight) it will most likely be the finale of this little miniseries thing with hopper. but i had so much fun writing this and i hope y'all enjoy â„ also also i'm in the process of setting up the tumblr tips thing bc i am Poor and somebody asked me about it aaaages ago :) thanks @nonsensecynical for the request and the inspiration for doing the part 2!!
18+ explicit content / perv! jim hopper x fem!reader
cw: alcohol, smoking, sexual themes, general perviness
Wisps of smoke left his nose like an angry bull. He tapped the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray in front of him, watching as the ash fell into it. It had started out clean and empty, but since Jim arrived a small pile of cigarette butts had accumulated there. He nursed his (sixth? seventh?) drink, focused on the melting ice cubes that swirled around the glass.
"Need a drinking partner?"
Hopper looked up from the bar, his eyes widening a little when he saw it was you. Of course it was. He'd jacked off to the thought of you that very morning, so why the hell wouldn't he have to deal with speaking to you as if he hadn't just mentally fucked you into next week? "What?"
You snickered slightly and shifted to sit beside him at the bar. Unbeknownst to Jim, you were already a couple of drinks in, which was why you were so calm about approaching him. You'd considered this a few times before after seeing him drink his problems away, but today was the day you grew a pair, for some reason. "Are you having another drink?"
"Probably," came his mumbled response. He looked at you, "Why?"
You pretended not to notice his gaze drop briefly to your breasts and gave him a coy smile. "I'll get your next one. You look like you need a drinking partner. You're always in here by yourself."
"(y/n), I couldn't ask you to do that," Jim said, sitting up to look at you properly. Why was a young, beautiful thing like you bothering to speak to him? He arched his brows. "By myself--? That's by choice, not because I don't have friends, you know."
"You didn't ask me, I offered. I'm buying the Chief of Police a drink. Least I can do for you doing your duty," you grinned, ignoring his further comments. He closed his eyes in annoyance, sighed through his nose and begrudgingly agreed.
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"Let me give you a ride home," Hopper told you an hour or so later, sliding the empty glasses toward the barkeep. "Least I can do after you bought me a single drink."
You grinned upon seeing a smile twitch on his usually stoic face, then slid on your coat. "I didn't tell you to pay for my other drinks. I just... let you do it. It's fine, I'll drive myself home."
"No, no-- not happening." He was already ushering you out, a large hand hovering near your lower back. The bitterly cold air of the evening woke you up slightly, and you grimaced at the change in temperature. "I'll hafta arrest you for drink-driving. Wouldn't want that."
Being slightly merry, you bit your lip into a smile of mischief and eyed him. "Would that involve you putting me in handcuffs?"
That kinky little shit. I knew it. Hopper stared at you for a few moments, then continued to whisk you to his truck. "Yes."
Jim helped you into the passenger side of the truck, closed the door for you and then made his way to the driver's seat. He cleared his throat and glanced your way. You had slid your coat down your shoulders just a little to allow the cold air around your breasts. And yes, he could see your nipples trying to poke through the fabric of your shirt. Dark gaze lingered on them for a moment before he cleared his throat again and switched on the engine. "Thanks, uh, for keepin' me company tonight," he mumbled.
"Oh-- don't mention it. It's nice to not drink by myself for once."
"You there a lot?" he queried, taking a look behind before reversing out of the parking spot.
"Mm, sometimes," you hummed, popping the cap off of your lipstick and topping it up in the mirror. Hopper wished you wouldn't do that. It was making his mind go to places, places it had been that same morning. Making him think about how beautiful you'd look with those beautiful plump lips wrapped around his cock, pumping and sucking...
And then you broke his trance with a question. "Should you even be driving?"
"What?"
You returned the lid to your lipstick and put it in your handbag. "You're technically drink-driving, Chief."
God. Stop calling me that. He glanced your way, a gentle smirk tugging at his lips. "What'd you just call me?"
Brows arched, you stared at him and tried to ignore the pulsing between your thighs. After a short pause, you answered him, albeit a little quieter. "Chief."
"Exactly. I'm the Chief of Police, I can do what I want." And what I want is to fuck your brains out.
You simply rolled your eyes and chuckled a little, opting to look out of the window. Jim took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your body, the way your skirt perfectly hugged your hips, how the low-cut top showed off your delicious breasts. How he'd like to grab them, knead them, suckle on your perfect little nipples. He swallowed thickly, making an attempt to ignore his twitching cock. No, not twitching-- it was throbbing.
When you turned to look for any packs of cigarettes Jim had laying around his car, it wasn't difficult to see what he was trying to hide. It only made your core ache more for him, and from what you could see, he was big. You diverted your gaze from it quickly, locating the cigarettes, and sparked up. The first exhale definitely helped to calm you down, but it was barely a distraction from how sopping wet you felt.
The rest of the ride was quiet, almost awkward considering how you were both feeling (unbeknownst to each other), but Hopper broke the silence when he pulled into the trailer park. "Which number are you again?" he mumbled. He knew the number.
"Right there." You pointed at your trailer, which was painted light blue (a DIY job Eddie Munson had helped you with, much to Steve's dismay).
Hopper pulled up at the side of your home, hands resting in his lap to conceal what was going on down there. A small smile was given to you. "Home sweet home."
You noticed that he didn't turn off the engine, which was a slightly disheartening, but your horny little brain had other plans. One hand rested on the door handle and you looked across to him, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you gonna walk me to my door?"
Oh, God, why? He looked mildly annoyed, staring at you silently for a moment. "The free ride home not enough?"
"Nope." You flashed him a grin.
Rolling his eyes, Jim switched off the engine and exited the car. In his mind, he was hoping his erection had subsided a little, but he knew full well it wasn't going away until he took care of it. All he had to do was pray you didn't notice. "Alright," he helped you down from the truck, savouring every moment his hands touched your body, "five more steps and you're home safe."
"Huh, chivalry isn't dead, after all," you joked, walking with him to your porch. You fumbled to grab your keys and began to unlock the door.
"Sure," he cracked a small smile again. You were sweet-- he found you to have a decent sense of humour, too. "Uh, thanks again for keepin' me company."
You removed the key and opened the door, looking up at him. "You're welcome. Do you want to come inside for a bit?"
For a moment, Jim's eyes widened and he fell silent. He looked inside, then back to you. "No, I should get goin'. Got stuff to do."
"What stuff?" You held his gaze, subtly ran your tongue along your upper lip.
"Y'know-- laundry. Got some, uh, dirty dishes--"
But he was cut off. Your hand, much smaller than his, had found the outline of his erection, and you were gently rubbing it through his work-slacks. "What else?" you breathed, watching the poor man try to catch his breath.
He swallowed thickly, all too aware of how heavy he was breathing. Gaze dropped to watch your hand, then slowly rose to capture all of the beauty your body held. His eyes finally met yours again. "Gotta take a shower... maybe it can wait..." Without warning, he pushed you inside and slammed the door behind you both, shoving you against the nearest wall. It made the framed photos there shake, but Hopper didn't care. You squealed with surprise-- his cock rubbed against you as his lips met yours, all hunger and pent-up frustration and passion. He groaned against your lips, only pulling away after a few seconds to catch his breath and look at you. Yes, it was clear. You both wanted the same thing.
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PART 3 COMING SOON!
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Yummmmmyyyy
Dirty Dancing
Jim Hopper x AFAB! Reader
One day I'll write a story which actually has strange things happening but today is not that day. Bob didn't die, Eleven closed the rift at the end of Season 2 everyone is happy, leave me alone. I'm a Jopper fan 'til I die, but not for the purposes of this.
Set 1987 - Jim is approx 44/45, reader is approx 30/31.
Warnings: Swearing, p in v sex, lots of references to Hopper's size, creampie, multiple orgasms, slightly rough Hopper, cock bulging, age gap, nicknames - baby, babygirl.
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Jim has been oddly detached and quiet since yesterday evening. The stars had aligned along with your busy schedules and youâd managed to have a rare date night, going to the movies to watch âDirty Dancing'. You thought he had enjoyed it, seeming engrossed rather than trying to get under the skirt of your dress like normal, but when you asked him what he thought on the drive home he simply shrugged and went to bed.
The following morning heâs still in his funk, not saying a word, departing for work with a distracted kiss to your cheek, a far cry from his usual passionate goodbyes that often left him running late and you in a state of undress.
His attitude bothers you all the way to the Diner.
âHow was date night?â Donna asks you cautiously when you arrive, instantly noticing the way you fling your purse to the side and how you punch your card in with slightly more force than necessary.
âWell, I thought it went great, I really enjoyed the movie, evidently Jimâs experience of the evening was vastly different.â You rant, trying to tie up your apron, before giving up, elbows resting on the counter, head bowed in frustration.
âHe didnât like it?â
âIâm guessing he didnât, but how would I know? Heâs barely said two words to me.â You mumble despondently, the whole thing has left you feeling rattled, you and Jim fought plenty but youâd never been given the cold shoulder without a good reason. Donna opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by Joyce coming in to collect her usual lunch order to share with Bob.
âHey! How was the date ni-?â She greets you excitedly, cutting off at the look on your face, and Donnaâs frantic shaking of her head. âWhat happened?â
âJim hasnât spoken to her since the movie.â Donna stage whispers, hastily departing to wipe down tables at your glare.Â
âHopâs not talking to you?â Joyce asks in concern, sitting on one of the vinyl stools.
âApparently not.â You grunt, making up Bobâs sandwich.
âDid you have an argument?â
âNo, we went out, we watched âDirty Dancingâ then he was just off with me and still is.â You snap, knife ripping through the slice of bread you had been buttering, Joyce reaches across taking your shaking hand in hers. âSorry Joyce, I didnât mean to -â You trail off gesturing at her apologetically, she gives you a small understanding smile in return.
âBob and I went to see âDirty Dancingâ last week, and I think I know whatâs bothering Hop - he feels old.â She says softly.
âOld?â You ask, feeling lost.
âSweetie, you gotta remember Hopper, and I -â She adds with a slight wince, â- we were in our twenties in the sixties, the stuff they do in the film, the dances, we were doing that years ago. I think maybe itâs made him feel his age.â
âThat's ridiculous! You and Jim arenât old.â You say laughing.
âBut weâre not young either, certainly not as young as youâ She reminds you gently.
When you and Hopper had started dating a year ago it sent shockwaves through Hawkins, which was ironic considering all the other crazy shit that had happened, kids going missing left, right and center, secret government lab, literal demon creatures crawling out of the ground. Oh no, all that was nothing compared to the chief of police dating a woman 14 years his junior, 29 to his 43 at the time, never mind that you were a fully consenting adult, and you were the one that had pursued him.
Jim couldnât for the life of him work out why âa sweet young thing like youâ could ever want âa grumpy, fat, miserable, old guy like himâ, you couldnât give him a proper answer, all you knew was that you loved him and there wasnât a single thing he could do or say that would change your mind.
"So what should I do to make him feel less old?â You ask Joyce somewhat desperately.
âI might have a suggestion.â She grins wickedly, leaning in close.
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The plan was in place. Jane was staying at Maxâs for another evening.You had primped and prepped yourself, wearing a dress not too dissimilar from Pennyâs red halterneck in the film. The wine was poured, a couple of glasses already consumed for Dutch courage, youâd thrown pieces of coloured cloth over the table lamps to give the cabin an orange-reddish glow, and finally you had one of Jimâs favorites from his vinyl collection queued up and ready; Solomon Burkeâs Rock âN Soul. You wring your hands nervously upon hearing the truck pull up outside, straightening out your dress, and quickly rechecking your hair in the small mirror on the wall as Jim tiredly trudges in toeing his boots off without looking at you.
âHey baby, sorry Iâm a little late Callahan screwed up a report and I -â He trails off finally glancing up at you, brows creased slightly in confusion, as he surveys you and the cabin. â - whatâs all this?âÂ
âI know whatâs been bothering you since yesterday, and I want you to know that I understand why, and I want to help.â You say softly, approaching him, going up on bare tiptoes to kiss him gently. He returns the kiss eagerly albeit somewhat surprised, a large hand coming up to cup your cheek.
âBaby, I'm at a loss here.â He murmurs against your lips, but allows you to pull him by his belt to the centre of the room nonetheless.
âJoyce said the film last night might have made you feel - nostalgic, and I want to show you that youâre not down and out just yet Jim Hopper.â You purr, leaning away to put the record on, Cry to Me filling the room. âDance with me?â You ask quietly, unable to keep the pleading edge out of your voice.
Jim lets out a shaky breath, as you loop your arms around his neck, your height difference making him lean down slightly, chest to chest, his strong hands splayed across the top and small of your back.
You werenât one hundred percent sure how to move so you simply rocked your hips, letting the music take control, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of Jimâs neck. He sighs softly, eyes closing at your touch, and you smile as you feel him start to move along with you. You experimentally lean back, pressing into his grip, he follows you lips tracing against your throat, before bringing you close again. Youâre both smiling now, swaying more, his pelvis flush with yours, grinding against each other. You unbutton his police shirt, the fabric falling forgotten to the floor, leaving him in just a tight white vest, hands wandering again tracing his muscles stopping just shy of crotch.Â
âTease.â He rumbles.
âNot teasing baby, just dancing.â You say sweetly.
Jimâs touch snakes from the small of your back to the flesh of your ass, gripping firmly, using his hold to hook one of your legs up, slotting his broad thigh into the gap, smirking wickedly when you gasp at the pressure against your clit, the material of your panties shifting with Jimâs movements.
âHop -â You sigh dreamily, as he uses his strength to rock you back and forth.
âThis is how we used to do it in the good old days, baby.â He says, voice gravelly. âYouâd hold your best girl tight, dancing nice and close.â He grips you harder for emphasis, dress half bunched up around your waist, fingers digging into the soft swell of your ass.
âIâm your best girl?â You ask softly, clinging onto his shoulders, gyrating slightly as your head falls back.
Jim lifts you up suddenly, your legs automatically locking around his thick hips, breath catching in your throat at the look of desire in his eyes.Â
âMy best everything.â He whispers before bringing you to his lips in a searing kiss, tongue licking languidly into your mouth. You reach up, pulling at the straps of your halterneck until they come undone, the dress slipping past your bare breasts. Hopper groans, nipping at your earlobe, your jaw line, your throat, you can feel his hardness pressed to your center straining against his slacks.
He carries you to the bedroom, lowering you gently to the bed, pupils blown wide as he steps back to watch you pull the dress off your lower half, taking your panties with it, leaving your glistening core on display.
âShit baby, I am one lucky son of a bitch.â He breathes, yanking his vest over his head, you crawl towards him on your knees, unbuckling his belt, both of you working with frantic hands to get his pants and underwear down.
Jim wraps his arms around you again, manhandling you with ease to rest against the pillows, his large frame dwarfing you. Your kisses are messy, verging on desperation, hands petting each other heavily, hips bucking with need.Â
He rubs his thick cock over your dripping slit, and you let out a soft moan, back arching up into his strong chest, nipples peaked and sensitive.
âThis all for me, baby girl?â He hums, grinning as you nod wordlessly, rocking the swollen head of his dick against your aching pussy, slipping in just an inch before pulling back again.
âDonât tease me Jim.â You pout, hands on his ass trying to bring him closer.
âNot teasing baby, just dancing.â He coos smugly, filling you with a single thrust that has you crying out, cunt clenching at the delicious stretch.
His hips are flush to your own, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock tickling against your clit, heavy balls slapping your ass with each drag and hit. Hopper is marking up the delicate skin of your neck with multiple hickies, like youâre teenagers, the harsh suck and gentle soothing lick sends you higher, a fresh surge of wetness coating his cock in a ring of cream.
âI can feel you squeezing me baby.â He growls, muscular arm braced against the headboard, driving him harder and deeper into your fluttering cunt.
âHop!â You squeak, unable to do anything other than grip his shoulders, anchoring you to him through the onslaught of pounding thrusts. You feel your slick dribbling out, pussy squelching obscenely, being made to fit around Jimâs hard length.
âYou gonna cum for me baby girl?â He asks, panting, the large hand that was gripping your hip moving to stroke over your swollen clit.Â
âJ-JimâŠâ You whine brokenly, orgasm rushing through you like a flash-flood, wrapping your legs around his hips again, cock hitting you relentlessly.
âYes - shit - so good, my best girl.â He groans, flipping you suddenly so youâre on top, limp like a rag doll as Jim squeezes your hips in a bruising hold, rutting up into you. âYouâre getting my balls wet baby.â He chuckles, voice strained, you can only whimper, nails digging into his chest, back arched, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.
He sits up, strong arms wrapped tight around your back, jackhammering his cock so deep you feel your belly concave with the bulge. Youâre keening into his mouth, tongues sliding against each other, your stomach tightening again with a telltale warmth.
âJim - Iâm - oh my god.â You stammer weakly, foreheads pressed together.
âThatâs it baby girl cum with me, let me fill you up.â He says roughly, grunting as you clamp and spasm around his cock once more, drawing out his own release, spurting thick heavy loads deep within you.
Thereâs a vague ringing in your ears, and you register that the record has long stopped playing, the only sound in the cabin being your light gasps and Jimâs staggered breathing. He kisses you tenderly, as he pulls out, dick twitching at the sight of his seed dripping from your puffy cunt.
âI love you so much baby.â He murmurs, cradling your face, laying back against the pillows, with you still sprawled listless on top of him.Â
âI love you Jim.â You smile blissfully, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips.Â
âSorry for being a grump.â He sighs.
âHop - I donât care how old you are, Iâd have loved you when you were twenty, and Iâll love you just as much as I do now when youâre sixty.â You say sincerely, giggling when he grimaces at the word âsixtyâ. âThereâs no one else Iâll ever want.â
âYou keep saying sweet things like that, weâll be dancing again.â He warns, hands slipping down to squeeze your ass.
âSure you donât need a rest, old man?â You tease, choking on a moan, as Jim presses his rock hard cock back into your tight wet heat.Â
âYouâre in for it now baby girl.â
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Mmm sleepy time with Zander đ€€đđđ
wake-up call
^ he's such a scrumptious dilf, jus' wanna eat him up
summary: you wake up to strange noises coming from the bathroom and decide to go investigate. when you open the door, you find vander in a very compromising position...
warnings: afab reader, unprotected vaginal sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), cuddle fucking, dom!vander, sub!reader, tried very hard not to describe readers looks (implied chubby reader? kind of), somewhat of a size kink? (blink and you'll miss), male masturbation, use of pet names (princess, love), cockwarming, barely proofread, reader walks vander like a dog, smut that ends in fluff. reader is a stressed out mama, porn with little plot, please let me know if I've missed anything!
author's note: so i wanted to write a somno fic with vander but i didn't really know how to go about it so here's this mess that i don't know what to do with! this is also crossposted on ao3 at xoxo_honey!
wc: 1.6k
It had been a long day at work. Fights needed to be broken up, various repairs had to be made, and one of the beer taps broke which made business go a lot slower than usual. All of this caused Vander to come home a lot later than he usually did which put him in a bad mood.
All day while he was at work, Vander couldn't stop thinking about you. your soft touch. The way your plush body slotted perfectly against his. How you curled up against him this morning when he tried to get out of bed. the way your tight cunt wrapped around his cock so perfectly the night before, drowning him in orgasmic bliss. And all day he was trying desperately to force those thoughts away to avoid any awkward boner situations with his customers. but, towards the end of the night, his nasty thoughts came back in full force and flooded his head with a lust-filled haze.Â
So when he got home, Vander already had two strikes against him. He was grumpy and sporting a half-hard cock.Â
He unlocked the front door and closed it behind him. He quietly crept past the kids' room and made his way into your shared bed where you were snoring softly.Â
Today hasn't been much better for you either. It was your day off of work so you decided to take the kids around the undercity and entertain them with the various light shows and firework displays. What a terrible idea. Not only were all of the children extremely giddy to spend the day with you, but they also made pancakes loaded with sugar and syrup to get them extra hyper.Â
So, your day consisted of carting four restless, sugar-high kids around the Undercity, but you were also running on little to no sleep thanks to Vander and his outrageous libido.
When it was time to get back to your dingy little apartment, the five of you were exhausted and decided to go to bed early.Â
Unlucky for you, a horny and cranky Vander had just laid down right next to you. The neon lights shone in through the moth-eaten curtains of your bedroom and cast a dim glow over your sleeping form, outlining the plump curve of your breasts and highlighting the gorgeous planes of your face. Which really wasn't helping Vanders...situation at all.
Deciding that he needed to relieve himself before getting a good night's sleep, Vander moved to get back up from the comfort of your shared bed and made his way to the bathroom.Â
It had been a while since he needed to jerk off. Trying to remember how exactly he used to do it before you came along, his mind started to wander to different pictures of you. Vander could only remember your lips wrapped around the base of his cock while his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you gag and moan around him.
Fuck.
The soft clinking of his belt becoming undone filled the muggy air of the cramped bathroom. Vander moved his pants and boxer down so they hung low on his waist, exposing just enough so his girthy dick was able to spring free from its confines.Â
He spit on the palm of his large hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly moving it up and down. The rough calluses on his palm only served as a reminder of your soft one stroking his cock, finding different ways to tease him and make him cum. he moved his hand back up his penis and made contact with his leaking tip. His thumb moved back and forth over the slit and more pre-cum spilled down his length.
No longer able to control the noises coming out of his mouth, Vander bit down on a wad of his shirt. But this only helped stifle the sounds to a certain extent.
Down the hall in your bedroom, you were awakened out of your stupor because of strange noises coming from the bathroom. worried that one of the kids was sick, or god forbid, there was an intruder in the house, you decided to get out of bed and go investigate.
As you made your way down the hall, the noises became clearer and they were similar to the noises you heard during previous nights. You immediately knew who was in the bathroom.
You opened the door and found Vander hunched over with his hard cock in his fist, with his balled-up shirt in his mouth.Â
Now Vander had three strikes against him. He got caught and was still horny, but his bad mood lessened upon seeing your beautiful face.Â
Immediately Vander moved to pull his pants up while fumbling over his words trying to come up with an adequate explanation as to what exactly he was doing.Â
You quickly cut him off, "What are you doing?" a slight smirk played at your lips. You knew exactly what he was doing.
"M sorry princess, didn't mean to wake you." He avoided the question.
Stepping closer to him you responded in a soft, sultry, whisper, "That's not what I asked."
Stopping his actions, you took his erect tip into your hands and started stroking him. Repeating the same motions he was doing just moments before. He immediately let out a guttural moan and you stopped your teasing movements.Â
You turned your back to him and walked out of the bathroom knowing full well he was hot on your trail.Â
The two of you made it into your bed and laid down, but Vander was confused, "What are you doing love?"Â
Not responding, you simply pulled down your cotton pajama shorts along with your thin panties with a noticeable damp spot in the center and rolled over so your back was pressed up against his broad chest.
"'M tired Vander." You explained, "Don't feel like doing anything."Â
But there was an underlying message that Vander had not yet caught onto.
You gave him a moment to think, and when his eyes brightened, you knew he had figured it out.Â
Slowly, Vander moved impossibly closer to you and moved two of his thick fingers to your heat. the digits moved at a tantalizing pace, up and down your folds to work you up for his girthy cock. Your slick was dripping around his fingers and when he pushed one in, it came out soaking.
Letting out a whimper, you started to rut your hips against his hands in hopes to relieve the ache in your core.Â
Vander only chuckled and whispered, "All you gotta do is ask princess. I don't know what you want if you don't tell me."
Broken words tumbled from your lips, "Please, wan' your cock."
"Where do you want it? your mouth?" He responded knowing full well exactly where you wanted it.
You couldn't wait anymore, "Want it 'n my pussy."
Deciding that you had enough, Vander finally gave you what you wanted. He slipped his hefty dick into your tight, wet heat. Each time you had sex, it took you a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him because he was just so big. the two of you sighed a breath of relief, hours of wanting and lust-filled brains had rendered you both into horny teenagers. Vander's large arms wrapped around your waist so he was holding you firm into his body. The embrace pouring love and protectiveness through your very being.
After you had gotten re-used to his impressive girth, Vander started to lightly thrust in and out of your core. His movements were more akin to grinding than thrusting but he was too tired to fully complete his movements. His hand moved down to your red, needy clit and started rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.Â
As a small form of punishment, Vander lightly slapped your swollen clit a number of times until tears formed in your eyes. stopping the harsh movement, he started gently tugging at your button until breathy moans fell from your lips.Â
The added movement of his fingers combined with his dick repeatedly hitting your cervix, you felt your stomach clenching and your thighs shaking, a sign of your impending orgasm. Letting out a series of high-pitched moans you shoved your face into the pillow and bit down on it.Â
Vander's hips faltered and the hand that was tugging at your clit started lightly quivering. He was also close. revived with newfound energy to finish the two of you off, Vander's thrusts became more powerful. The sound of skin slapping reverberated around the room.
Suddenly your mind went blank, the only feeling you were capable of discerning was pleasure as your orgasm rolled over you and took over your entire nervous system.
Sensing that Vander was at the precipice of his imminent orgasm, you decided to help him out by meeting his harsh thrusts by grinding your hips back onto his, overstimulation be damned.
It was all too much for him. The clenching of your cunt, the way you wrapped so perfectly around his cock, the feeling of your soft body safe in his arms. His seed spilled into you filling you up with warm, gooey liquid, the familiar sensation was oddly comforting.Â
You removed the pillow case from your teeth and took in lungfuls of the cool night air. Vander massaged your waist and hips to get rid of any potential bruising and whispered into your sweaty skin, "Maybe I should wake you up like that more often."
Laughter bubbled up your throat and reached Vander's ears.
"M extra tired now." You sighed, thinking of all the things you had to get done in the morning.
Vander, already knowing the amount of work you had piled on your desk suggested, "Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? The six of us could have a spa day or something?"
Leaning your head against his sweaty chest you closed your eyes and smiled, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
hope you guys liked this, i had sm fun writing it! this is also cross-posted on ao3 at xoxo_honey, the link is in my pinned post!
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DAN AND PHIL SHOP IS BACK FROM THE DEAD!
Did you hear the news?! The hiatus is over - after a disastrous funeral involving a sexy priest and some choking, DanAndPhilGAMES has returned to the world! And for this momentous occasion, Dan and Phil Shop has returned too with a limited edition piece:
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They have risen! Celebrate DPG returning to life with this metal logo illustration longsleeve, perfect for spooky season or pretending Dan and Phil are an obscure metal band your friends haven't heard of.
To strangers, you'll just appear a cool person who likes edgy illustration, but those who spy the haircuts amongst the exposed brains and ribs will know - you were there when the hiatus ended.
This shirt is a limited print run and when it's gone it's gone, so grab one as soon as you can to mark the moment! UK, EU and Worldwide shoppers can get it from danandphilshop.com or for the USA us.danandphilshop.com
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what do you mean hes fictional. i need him
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girls be like âheâs my babyâ and itâs literally a grown man thatâs committed several felonies
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Reblog if you want anon messages of what you would be the patron saint of
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@wheresarizona this came across my dash and made me think of you! Hope it creates some inspiration đ
this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself
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Mmm I love this đđ
1. âfuck, do that again.â
reposting bc i think im shadowbanned lmao lets see if this one works!
cw: teasing, implied dom!luca, handjob, brat(ish)!reader, one (1) 'sir', one (1) playful spank
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luca couldn't stop the shiver that ran up his spine at the feeling of your nails scraping gently against his sides and your lips against his bare back. you pressed slow, lingering kisses across his shoulder blades, hands sliding around his waist to tug at the drawstrings on the front of his sweatpants.
"what do you think you're doing, sweet girl?" he chuckled, setting the freshly washed plate in the dish rack.
"lovin' on you," you answered innocently, dipping your fingers just barely under his waistband.
his grip on the soapy wine glass tightened and he cleared his throat shakily, doing his best to not give away the effect you had on him. he didn't answer, washing the dishes a little slower as your hand made its way into his boxers to cup him firmly. he stifled a grunt, bucking his hips as he dropped the glass back into the water, gripping the edge of the sink tightly.
"sweetheart..." he warned lowly, turning his head to try and catch a glimpse of you over his shoulder.
you giggled to yourself, ignoring his warning and gripping his cock firmly, dragging your hand up slowly. he shuddered, letting his head hang towards his chest as he grunted.
"fuck..." he breathed out as you started a steady rhythm, feeling him quickly harden in your grasp.
he could almost feel your smirk against his back, not being able to stop himself from rocking his hips in time with your movement. your other hand tugged the waistband down his hips to give yourself more room before sliding up his hip to gently scratch your nails against his abs, prompting another shiver from luca.
you practically purred in satisfaction at his responses, squeezing gently as you drug your hand back up to his tip. his groan vibrated against your cheek, sending a spark of arousal up your spine.
"fuck, do that again." he panted, hands gripping the edge of the sink tighter.
"no 'please'?" you pouted teasingly, causing him to groan again.
"youre already on thin ice, sweetheart." he warned once more, making you bite your lip to stifle another giggle.
"yes, sir." you purred, pressing another kiss to his back as you pumped him faster, squeezing at the head occasionally. he moaned breathily with each exhale, eyes fluttering shut. his abs flexed, hips twitching uncontrollably the closer you pushed him to the edge.
"oh fuck," he groaned, grabbing your free hand and lacing your fingers together, mouth falling open as his thighs started to tremble.
you quickened your pace, drinking in the sound of his groans as he spilled over your hand, hips bucking desperately as you drug out his orgasm for as long as you could. his shoulders slumped as you pulled away, huffing out one last shaky moan.
"youre an insatiable minx, you know that?" he chuckled, turning slightly to look at you.
you couldnt help the cheeky grin on your face, bringing your hand to your mouth to lick up his mess. his eyes darkened and he quickly tugged his sweats back into place, grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. he couldnt help but grin at your excited giggles, crouching down to wrap his arms around you just under your ass and throw you over his shoulder, placing a well aimed smack to your ass as you laughed harder.
"cheeky, cheeky girl."
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Poe Dameron- Night Shift
Part of a loose collection of stories, brief scenes of dating Poe Dameron (~1k)
Content: fluff, kissing
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Another day in the Resistance.
Or rather, night.
Poeâs flight schedule has been upside down lately. Youâre working days, long ones, in your tiny office off of the hangar. Poe has been flying nights.
You seek each other out in the morning and the evening. You donât have time for anything other than long, stolen, sleepy kisses in your office.Â
Your desk becomes a place of exchange. He leaves you a warm cup of caf as heâs about to head back to his quarters in the morning. You leave him a slice of cake or a cookie from the mess hall before youâre about to head back to your bed at night.
But one day, for the first time in forever, youâre able to catch each other for about five minutes in your office.
âThis is torture,â he says, brushing the hair away from your face.
The door to your office is closed and heâs leaning you against it. A perfect, private haven.Â
Heâs already briefed and is ready to head to his x-wing. Youâre so tired you can feel it in your bones.
Your eyes drift closed as he kisses you softly, slowly, his mouth warm and lazy against yours. You run your tongue against his lips, then push inside, seeking more.
He groans and leans his head back to look at you. âI am not going to be able to sit in my x-wing like this.â He presses his hips against yours with a wicked smile.
You laugh. âOne week down, one to go.â
âAs soon as Iâm back to day flights,â he kisses you as he talks, âit is all over for you.â
You laugh. âYouâre on.â
He looks around your office, at the bins of random parts and projects. You blink your sleepy eyes, trying to stay alert enough to take him in. The slope of his nose, his beautiful eyelashes, the way his hands are always on you, his thumbs wandering under the hem of your shirt to touch your skin. His presence makes you feel warm all over.
âI used to sit at your desk,â he says, his eyes returning to yours.
âWhen you come back from your flights you mean?â
He shakes his head. âNot now. Before. Back when you were just the smoking hot supply officer who looked at me like I was the bane of her existence.â
âPoe,â you kiss him, âyouâre still the bane of my existence.â
He laughs.
âBut only when it comes to work,â you say. âOutside of work, however,â you kiss him again. The tired fog of your brain clears a little. âWait, you used my office before we were dating?â
He looks slightly embarrassed, which is the absolute most adorable thing youâve ever seen. Poe Dameron. Confident leader. Resistance hero. A slight pink flush over the top of his cheekbones. He had a crush on you.
You loop your arms around his shoulders. âHow long were you sneaking around in my office?â
âHey, I wasnât sneaking around,â he laughs. âIt was a quiet spot.â
You nod sarcastically. âOh sure. Thatâs the only reason you were in here? I never knew you had such a love of quiet.â
He pinches your ribs to tickle you. âI had a love of you.â
âOkay, now youâre the one torturing me,â you say. âYou canât say things like that and just abandon me here.â
âYou? What about me? At least you get to go to bed and dream about me. I have to go out there and focus. Which you make very difficult.â He kisses the tip of your nose.
You shrug. âActually, I think Iâm going to get a new roommate soon. Might have to bunk at your place if they turn out to be awful.â
He sighs. âOne more week.â
You lay your head on his shoulder. He rests his cheek on your head, then kisses your hair.
âThere is one way we could see more of each other,â he says.
âIâm not letting you talk me into learning to fly,â you say.
âIâll never give up on that, but no, I meant something else.â He hesitates.
You both hear someone calling for Commander Dameron in the hangar. You freeze.
âLooks like you have to make it quick, Commander,â you say, letting the tips of your fingers massage the back of his head.
âThat feels amazing,â he closes his eyes briefly. âBut quick isnât really how I wanted to do this.â
You raise an eyebrow at him as he looks at you again.
âNot that,â he smiles, âyou have such a dirty mind. Which I love.â He presses his lips to yours. âMove in with me.â
Your brain is alert in an instant. Itâs like a shot of caffeine straight to the heart.
âOr just think about it,â he says quickly, his eyes full of excitement and heat. âI know we havenât really talked about sharing quarters, but Iâm ready. And I think youâre ready. Oh shit, are you not ready?â
âJust, hold on, take a breath,â you say.Â
As he does, he runs his hands under your shirt, warming the small of your back with his palms.
âI would love to move in with you,â you say.
He exhales deeply. âGood, because I already put in the request.â
You pause for a beat. âPoe.â
âYeah?â He says with a grin that only gets bigger as he sees the look on your face. âCome on, sweetheart, I knew you were going to say yes.â
âOh did you?â
âI was like, ninety percent sure. Ninety-five.â His hands run up your shirt further. âYou love efficiency. I was just trying it on for size.â
You roll your eyes. âIf I wasnât so tired, Iâd give you shit about this.â
He laughs, then sighs again, hearing his name being called again from the hangar. âI have to go. But maybe after my flight I can have someone else finish up logging hours and stuff. I can help you move your stuff in tonight.â
âTonight?â
âIn the morning.â
âWhich morning?â
âTomorrow? No, today.â
âNo, tomorrow.â
Poe rubs his forehead and your back and forth dissolves into laughter as you realize that neither of you can figure out what day is which.
He kisses you, laughter fading into something deeper, something neither of you have time for, but at that moment, time doesnât matter so much anymore.
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As a loving fan, I highly doubt no one is reading your stories. And if you donât mind I would like to give my two cents.
I think we (the artists of the internet) forget that not everything is instantaneous all of the time.
Not one single person on this planet is 100% consistent 100% of the time (writers and readers alike). People are busy; surviving, living, thriving.
The low interaction may be people doing the one thing we all do: live. Fall and winter are notoriously the busiest times of the year. Between holidays and just general things to finish before the year is done.
And yea I think all of us who create like the attention it brings. But we create because we want to share our perspective; to fill in the gaps, to change fate, to play with the timeline. From someone who is very inconsistent on this corner of the internet, I can tell you your stories will find the right people.
Itâs ok to want the interaction, who doesnât want to talk about the things they love? But know your friends and loyal fan base will always have your back. It may just take us a hot minute to catch up đ
Itâs so hard being a writer sometimes because you can tell yourself over and over again that youâre writing for yourself, and yet you will always crave the interaction, you will always want to share, and for people to like the thing you put your heart and soul into. Itâs just hard when you can see the numbers, and the constant comparing, having the self-doubt and wondering why you even bother trying when there are people much better than you.
All you can do is keep reminding yourself that itâs your story to tell, and no one else can tell it like you. You love it, and there are others out there who will love it, too, and the numbers absolutely do not reflect your worth or your storytelling.
Youâre incredible, and youâve got to keep writing because your story is worth telling.
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Ughhh I love this so far đđđ
Fall Into Me
Masterlist for a multi-chapter fic
After the betrayals and the lies, TF141 and certain members of Los Vaqueros start up a private security business and settle down. Thereâs a lovely coffee shop on the ground floor of the office building theyâre in, and it doesnât take long for bonds to start forming between them and the owner, Rose.Â
(Aka my excuse to write TF141/Los Vaqueros/Fem!OC poly, because I can.)Â
Now with art of Rose!
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