#absols write

[kingofanemptyworld]

pokémon: verdant winds —beginnings and endings

WBK Pokémon AU | 1.5k

In the middle of the ash-painted hills just east of Fallarbor, Sakura sits in the shade of a rocky overhang, relying on its scant protection against the volcanic debris to keep himself mostly clean. The jacket’s a hand-me-down from a relative he only met twice, and his shoes might as well as never have had tread to begin with with how badly he’s worn down the soles. It’s not the clothes he cares about, really, it’s the pokéball cupped in his hands that he’s been staring at for god knows how long.

He presses the center button and the pokéball expands to fit perfectly in the curve of his palm. He presses it again so that it shrinks into a size he can hold between his thumb and forefinger. Presses the button, expand, presses it again, shrink. Rinse, repeat, like those games he’s seen other kids play with flowers.

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

Stupid way to make a decision, in his opinion. No flower’s gonna be able to tell you what a person thinks of you. It’s actions that matter, not words, and not hearsay. The only thing you can rely on is your own damn judgment. Whether you can see through the facade is on you and you alone.

He loves me…

Expand.

He loves me not…

Shrink.

There’s a weight in Sakura’s hand that doesn’t match the size of the pokéball, big or small, and there’s a weight on his chest that he tries to breathe through, forcing air past his too-tight throat.

Love has nothing to do with this — it’s got nothing to do with other people, either. He has a choice to make, that’s all. Which he can’t do until a certain someone shows their face and gives him a chance to answer the question he’d been asked when this pokéball was first dropped unceremoniously into his lap.

The ash continues to fall, smearing across Sakura’s shoes when he kicks out in a frustrated shuffle. He could have stayed holed up in his house today, avoiding the townspeople and traveling contest participants alike. He wouldn’t be dusty then, at least. His parents wouldn’t notice or care about the mess — they won’t be home for another week, the conference they’d been asked to attend was in Sootopolis and they’d gone by cruise. But he’d still have to clean up after himself, and it’s a bitch to mop the floors every time he comes back from Route 113.

“Shit.”

Sakura stows the pokéball in his pocket, shrunken, and pushes himself to his feet. He brushes off his shoulders and the front of his jacket as best he can, ignoring the soot he can feel settling in his hair. He shouldn’t have bothered waiting all this time. They’ll be leaving Fallarbor in less than a month, anyway, so there’s no point in—

Pebbles skitter down from the overhang above him just as Sakura moves to step out. A shadow sails over him, blurry and indistinct among the drifting ash, and then there’s a body blocking his path.

Absol.

He cuts a striking figure in an otherwise desolate-looking landscape. Bright white fur, sharp claws that glide easily through the soil. Curving horn that carves straight through the air ahead of him.

He’d scared the shit out of Sakura the day they met. Appearing out of nowhere from the underbrush, on the heels of a Sandshrew frantically trying to dig itself an escape route, and nearly flattening Sakura in the process.

The anger had come first, quick and blistering the way it always was — is — and Sakura had snapped out some insult he can’t even remember now. Absol had turned a cool, assessing look on him, abruptly ignoring the Sandshrew even as its tail disappeared into the earth. They’d stared each other down, unmoving — until the rockslide started Sakura into taking cover.

When the dust settled and he’d realized what had happened (two Skamory fighting over scraps gouged a chunk of rock out of a nearby cliff, which knocked everything loose in its path to the ground), Sakura had found Absol standing over him, his piercing eyes on the fallen rocks.

That Sandshrew would’ve gotten crushed.

The thought hit him like a truck. Absol had chased the other pokemon out of the danger zone, and prevented Sakura from moving into it. And not by accident.

He’d heard stories about Absol; you couldn’t grow up in this region without getting your ear talked off by some crotchety old person with their own harrowing tale of disaster from their youth. Absol was a bad omen, a sign of impending doom. They only showed up right before a fire, or a storm; even experienced trainers rarely saw them out in the wild unless trouble was brewing.

But they didn’t cause the disasters, did they? They acted as a warning.

When the Absol finally turned to leave, Sakura didn’t expect they’d ever cross paths again.

Every time Sakura ventured out onto Route 113, though, Absol found him. He watched, in the beginning, from high vantage points. He came closer whenever Sakura stayed still for long enough, as infrequent as that was.

Sakura started — talking, at some point. To himself! Just thinking out loud, so the quiet, dampening effect of the ash wasn’t quite so prominent. Dumb things, inconsequential things, like complaining about stubbing his toe against a chair that morning, or the unsubtle stares from the kids lingering outside the contest center. One day Absol started talking back. Little growls and chirps and weird vocalizations Sakura didn’t have a name for.

And now they’re here, with Absol standing in front of him, head cocked in question, and Sakura feeling for the pokéball in his pocket.

“I’m, uh.” Sakura winces, clenching his hand around the pokéball. “You dropped this,” he says, ripping his hand free of his pocket and uncurling his fingers enough to reveal the pokéball. “Before. Last time I was out here.”

Absol continues to regard him silently, like a goddamn statue. Sakura curses and lets the pokéball roll from his hand, where it drops to the ground and rolls to a stop right in front of Absol’s neatly tucked paws.

“Y’have it back now,” Sakura says, gruff, turning his head so he’s not making eye contact with Absol. “So we’re… good.”

He scuffs his heel in the dirt, hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders hunched. Still looking away from Absol. And he can’t even say why, exactly, this is getting to him so much. He’s leaving, he’s not a trainer, he’s — Sakura Haruka.

He’s used to this. He’s had to get used to this.

Something nudges against his foot.

Sakura looks down instinctively. The pokéball’s just bounced off his sneaker, rocking back and forth for a moment before falling still. He raises his eyes slightly to see Absol bent down, eyes rolled up to look back at him, clearly having just sent the ball back towards him.

Sakura’s shoulders drop even as his fingers curl into the fabric of his pants. “What, Pick Up ain’t your ability?” He knows it’s not, he’d looked it up before. Purely to know what he was dealing with. “You dropped a pokéball in my lap,” he reminds Absol, “and the only other thing I can think of is—“

He cuts himself off, scowling.

“Not a trainer,” he says, narrowing his eyes at Absol, who returns his stare, unblinking. “I’m not doing the gym challenge, or contests, or… or anything cool. You don’t wanna come with me, alright?”

In answer, all Absol does is raise his head and lift his paw to trap the pokéball. Without taking his eyes off Sakura, he rolls the ball forward again, placing it firmly between Sakura’s feet.

Sakura’s ears burn and he furiously scrubs a hand over his face, knowing full well it won’t do anything to wipe away the red scrawled across his cheeks.

God, fuck, he hates this. Absol is offering— and he’s so stuck on the what-ifs, so unsettled by the possibility of anything working out in his favor.

His thoughts snag on the excuse he’s just given. I’m not doing the gym challenge. He isn’t, and until now he hasn’t been interested in it. Hasn’t had a Pokémon to take it on with.

He thinks of the empty house he’ll be walking back into. The weeks of radio silence from his parents. The promise of always sticking around a town just long enough for him to become the local pariah before he’s uprooted again and again and again.

Sakura crouches down, slowly. Plucks up the pokéball, slides his thumb over the button. It expands to fit snugly in his grip, and Absol picks himself up and pads closer, until he’s practically nose-to-nose with Sakura.

“Don’t come cryin’ to me if you regret this later.”

Absol squints at him — almost like a smile — and butts his nose against the pokéball, triggering it to open. He disappears in a flash of red light, and the pokéball rocks in his grip. Once, twice, three times — the button lights up and something in Sakura’s chest unravels.

He holds onto the pokéball all the way back to Fallarbor, full-sized and warm against his palm.

Three days later, he registers himself for the gym challenge and doesn’t look back.

[teecupangel]

This idea came because @thewolfprince left this in the Ditto Desmond idea:

I’ll be totally honest my brain saw “Desmond” and “Pokemon” and went “RATONHNHAKÉ:TON GETS DESMOND POKEMON COMPANION TOO???”

Here’s @thewolfprince’s Desmond as Altaïr’s Eevie/Sylvion fic based on this and this is the Desmond as Ezio’s Zoruark fic based on this.

I thought Ditto!Desmond would be better off as a Ditto masquerading as a trainer so here’s Ratonhnhaké:ton getting Desmond as a different Pokemon instead.

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He had heard of the Disaster Pokemon.

Everyone had.

Many were afraid of it.

Many say that it brings catastrophe wherever it goes.

To see it would mean it was there to bring pain and suffering.

But Ratonhnhaké:ton’s village did not believe that.

Absol wasn’t the bringer of disasters.

He was the herald.

He was the crier.

He was there to warn those who would be affected.

He was there trying to save them.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton, what’s wrong?” One of his playmates asked when he didn’t move.

He should be closing his eyes so his friends could hide.

“We need to go.” Ratonhnhaké:ton said as he continued to stare at those clear blue eyes.

Eyes begging him to understand.

One of his friends turned to where he was staring at and gasped, “It’s a shiny Absol!”

All of the children ran towards them to look at the Pokemon standing a few meters away from them, his white fur and red skin contrasting the trees between them.

“We need to go!” Ratonhnhaké:ton shouted at his friends.

The Absol nodded slightly and Ratonhnhaké:ton could feel something inside him tell him.

Go home.

Tell mother.

Save the village.

“The village is in trouble!” Ratonhnhaké:ton shouted and began to ran. The other children ran as well, following Ratonhnhaké:ton.

They all remember their parents’ words…

“If you see an Absol, return to the village and tell everyone to ‘run’.”

.

I was debating if he should have a Braviary!Desmond but an eagle motif Pokemon feels like it should be all of his ancestors’ Pokemon or, being my bias, Altaïr’s Pokemon.

Then I thought of making Desmond one of my favorite Pokemon, Froslass, and idea was Ratonhnhaké:ton would try to cross a mountain during a severe snowstorm and loses his consciousness on the way, the last thing he sees being a Froslass who brings him to an abandoned cabin deep into the forest but then I remember @saberamane suggesting Absol to be part of Desmond’s Pokemon team and I couldn’t resist XD

[fluxydrawings]

art is all about drawin the most self indulgent shit possible. have Crane from this one undertale oc insert fic i adore deeply that hasnt upd8ed since 2016 and haunts me and Siffrin In Stars And Time hangin out :) I think they'd be friends <3

[ask-team-misfit]

[ in response to this ; @ask-the-royal-absol ]

Watching the five Rock-types move what must have been massive chunks of wall was impressive, for a few moments. Upon seeing how quickly it drained their strength and how exhausted they appeared after the fact, her amazement faded and became concern.

As they looked at her, she smiled down at them apologetically, as very familiar self-conscious feelings crept up in her.

After all, it wouldn't be the first time others went above and beyond because of her larger size.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Pikavee slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. She's smiling nervously, and her eyes are closed. A few sweat drops are present on her face. Her ears are drooped down. Pikavee's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Pikavee: "S-sorry for all the trouble… thank you so much. Even for someone as big as me, you're offering a room."

Her usual meek smile was more forced at the moment. It felt funny enough having spoke to King Flint, an actual king in the flesh. The closest thing back in Sciliva were celebrities; Pokemon famous enough to have scores of plushies made in their likeness.

She wondered if she were too casual with the Excadrill, with his officials, even. Should she have bowed? Addressed them in a special way?

All these would've-could've-should've thoughts only made her more nervous, and she was sticking out as is.

Little else to do but follow her assigned guides to her room. She trailed behind at a distance considerably more generous than usual, watching her feet quite a bit more than she would have otherwise; she soon became self-conscious over how hard she stepped even, despite her footfalls being quite soft in reality, being a cat-like Pokemon. Soft as a giant cat-like Pokemon could be, that is.

Now that she was thinking of King Flint, again his comment stuck out in her mind. About her parents.

[incog9012]

A Late Night Absol Thought

Since I'm struggling to stay asleep tonight and I'm up as it is, have a thought tonight:

Absols are predisposed to experiencing heart attacks as a result of extreme stress that comes from their disaster-sensinf abilities. Interestingly, their bodies also seem to have countermeasures to ensure an Absol can actually survive these heart attacks without major consequences, if any at all. This does, however, still leave them at a higher risk of death by heart attack. In addition, more than one trainer will be shocked to find their Absol locked up and seemingly without pulse, only for them to bounce back within minutes to warn them of disaster. Take care of your Absol!

Please stay in close contact with your preferred pokemon doctor to ensure your Absol meets stress thresholds and is not at increased risk of heart attack.

[askwanderingdreamer]

Birthday gift of Yua being absolutely adorable to another Absol? to my close pal @floofangel the happy feelings; ended up commissioning @askcapital for this

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Frozen Heart

Tama wraps her arms around herself as she rubs her shoulders, trying to warm herself up more. She was leaning against Absol, with the Pichu Brothers huddled between them and Hoopa floating about with worry. A Macargo was sitting in front of them, the poor Fire-Type looking a bit confused but otherwise fine.

"Still can't make a portal, Hoopa?" Tama asks softly, body shivering still.

Hoopa shakes his head, dejected.

Tama sighs softly. "It's not your fault, Hoopa.. that shadow thing was really weird.."

She flicks her ears in hopes of activating that weird hearing thing she has, but theres nothing. Its all muffled, and theres a soft ringing that she's pretty sure is from her head slamming into the ground when the shadow spat her out.

"Hey, Macargo?" She speaks up softly to the Pokémon. "Do you.. want to come with us?" She smiles nervously. "Please?"

The Pokémon eyes her before letting out an affirmative "Macargo."

Thankful for that, Tama stands up. The Pichu Brothers snuggle themselves on either side of her neck, and Absol stands close to her. With Hoopa easily picking up Macargo, the group began to walk.

Snow was endless, covering every square inch. The trees were a snowy white, the sky was a deep gray, and the ambient sounds were so loud.

Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining..

Tama glances around as they get to the edge of a forest, looking around. She felt a small shift in her, and she could hear the clinking of armor. Instrurtments and music.

She gestures for the Pokémon to be quiet as they continue to walk.

This icy force, both foul and fair, has a frozen heart worth mining.

Tama wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them as she tried to stay warm. Even if Macargo was nearby, she still felt very, very cold. Like her heart was frozen over or something of the sort.

Strike for love and strike for fear. See the beauty, sharp and clear.

Tama paused when she spotted something in the distance. She tilted her head and pointed. "Absol? Do you see that?"

"Sol?" Absol tilted her head before her eyes narrowed. In the distance, she saw something. A camp, maybe?

Split the ice apart, and break the frozen heart.

Tama tripped on a hidden root. With a shriek, she went tumbling down the hill, the Pichu Brothers managing to hop off just before.

"Absol!"

"Pi!" "Chu!"

"Hoppa!"

"Macargo!"

She heard the cries of the Pokémon as she tumbled, but she couldn't stop herself. She stopped rolling eventually, stopping some dozen or so feet from the encampent.

Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!

Tama rubs her head and looks up. Her ears pin back when she sees several fully armored soldiers staring at her, their own eyes wide. Soon enough the Pokémon were by her sides, and the soldiers were drawing their weapons and instruments.

"Oh Muses," Tama whispers.

Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!

Tama scrambles to her feet and runs as fast as she can, just narrowly dodging whatever arrows and spells are shot at her. She can hear the Pokémon fire their own attacks before rushing after her.

"After her!"

Beautiful, powerful, dangerous, cold!

"Run, run, run.." Tama whispers under her breath as she kept on running. She shrieks in fear when an arrow whizzes past.

Ice has a magic can't be controlled.

She hears the distinct sound of something bubbling. Just like the bubbling she hear before she and Tiresias were grabbed by the strange, stinging shadows.

Stronger than one, stronger than ten..

Tama turns around and stumbles as she runs, looking down at her shadows. The Pokémon bolt past her.

Stronger than a hundred men.

It's grown larger and a pair of yellow eyes are glaring at her.

"HA!"

And the shadow moves and grows, swallowing them up, leaving bewildered soldiers watching.

The stinging shadows spit her out in what's clearly a castle. Cold, freezing cold. Icy pillars..

And the sound of someone approaching.

Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining.. This icy force, both foul and fair, has a frozen heart worth mining.

Tama scrambles to her feet as, from behind a pillar, Queen Fleurette emerged. She held in her paw a rune.

Cut through the heart, cold and clear.

With a flick of the queen's tail, ice shards began to shoot at the Pokémon, forcing them to run and dodge, rushing away from Tama.

Strike for love..

Queen Fleurette approached, her heels clacking.

Strike for fear..

Tama's breath grew quicker as she fell back, continuing to back away.

There's beauty..

Fleurette's eyes narrowed, clutching the rune tighter. Hesitation and determination flowed in her eyes.

And there's danger here..

Tama's ears pinned back as she stared up at the queen, terrified.

Split the ice apart!

The queen tossed the rune.

Beware the frozen heart..

Tama cries out as it hit her square in the chest. A horrible freeze goes over her body as she sits and wraps her arms around herself.

The Pokémon, no longer being assaulted by ice, ran over to her as Fleurette watched. Tama tried to get up, tried to stand, but.. she couldn't..

She opened her eyes and stared in horror to see they were frozen.

Pichu Big and Pichu Little let out terrified cries, trying to nudge her as Macargo moved closer, trying to warm her up.

As the ice spreads to her abdomen, Tama looks to Fleurette helplessly.

"I'm sorry, little kit," the queen murmurs. "But this is for the greater good."

Shadows and ice move, and the Pokémon are gone. Sent back to Luminos, not that Tama knows.

The ice freezes Tama over, and the kit takes her final breath.

Fleurette stands there, looking at the frozen one. At the back of her mind, something nags her that this is wrong. Something about Lumiere's mutterings, about needing two things..

Muses, she could hardly think.

Somewhere, very faintly, she swears she can hear a scream of despair.

[lightofunova]

Previous

Reshi watched on in a mixture of awe and horror as the giratina deftly bound Destino. The madtery over his skills had her reeling, heart bounding as she wondered whether to be scared or thankful. It was clear his intent wasn’t to be malicious, that was certain.

She couldn’t help the nerves though, they had been shot one too many times that night.

Even so, she watched him leave, his words hitting somewhere deep down. He had stayed and listened, he had looked past her anger. He believed she could still enjoy herself, that was something familiar. Something warm that she missed. It wasn’t who she wished was here, yet…

Kyurem@Reshi:

She hadn’t noticed him enter, too preoccupied with the Giratina, and thusly the absol as well. She looked over at their writing form for a moment before finally registering everything the elder said.

Taking a bite, a soft smile spread across her face, a gentle warmth enveloping her. For the first time that night, her hair lit anew in a gentle manner. Like a candle burning, it was small yet bright.

It was still a god awful night, it would take her far too long to cope with some of the pain that transpired earlier that evening.

And yet, the warmth that was missing finally came back to her.

“I just need a moment. Not here, not now. But some day I will explain it to you. Thank you.”

( @ask-the-royal-absol , @askthehoenngods )

[Relationships have been updated!]

[redgemwink]

my love live pokemon au is so fun bc ruby's partner pokemon is sylveon and yohane's is umbreon and it's SO perfect.. they are so my melo x kuromi coded its crazy. the gfs matching even with their gay pokemon AHHH im screaming

[zazter-den]

Dream I had last night about the ravenous hunger of a hawkish hero Keigo, as they look at Endeavor's yakitori: "You done here? Cause I'll finish that"

Keigo, swiping a scant few takoyaki from Fatgum's desk: Thanks for the snack! Keigo, slinking up to reader's inattentive asshole partner: If you're not gonna eat that, I will. Sorry! I have no self-control.

[ask-the-royal-absol]

Jordan's golerk

"I think he's telling the truth. The little Ralts said his friend accidentally dug into the tunnel and some other mons have found the tunnel too. Including the bisharp from yesterday.

*Destino doesn’t turn towards you to respond. They continue to face the Blaziken in front of them, staring angrily at the accusation she had made. But, you can tell that they are thinking, considering your words carefully. Tossing them around in their head. Fully thinking about the implications. There was no way there could be a tunnel to the surface. Surely not. It just wasn’t possible.

But, a part of them began to doubt everything they had been told. A part of them which had been tucked into the back of their mind for a while. As the Golurk had said, it wasn’t just this Blaziken that had mentioned a tunnel. Indigo…the little Ralts…choosing to not take their words as seriously as they should have done. But these were copies. They weren’t real. Then again, Felix and them had no idea how the communication machine actually worked. They believed they had fixed it. Perhaps not.

It was a stupid idea really. Considering that all of these Pokémon were just copies. Could they even trust anyone they had spoken to? Especially if they were all from up there. From a world that hates them.

And what about their parents? Surely their parents wouldn’t lie. Wouldn’t go to the one place that was deemed too dangerous for pokemon of their type. Surely their parents wouldn’t know some way out of this eternal prison and keep it from them, their only child? Surely…surely their parents would have some trust, some faith in them. They wouldn’t lie… they wouldn’t…

Destino’s face begins to grow more angry. More frustrated. Claws beginning to tense up. More doubt fills their mind. Their parents had never told them where they went to get the resources that were needed for the Underdark. They chose to skirt around the issue. Chose to purposefully avoid it or distract Destino with other trivial things like that stupid crystal. Why? Why would they choose do that if they didn’t have something to hide? Why would they choose to deceive them? No, it was too much. All too much.

They would have to confront their parents on this later. Confront them with the truth.

Still facing the Blaziken, they speak to you, voice filled with anger and hate. Perhaps even a touch dangerous.*

“Shut up! Just shut up! None of it is true! Don’t you dare speak of any tunnels. There are no tunnels! I don’t want any of you to mention it again!”

Even the Blaziken flinches at this. Wait, is that a hint of concern on her covered face?

[kingofanemptyworld]

I haven’t been working on pokemon teams but I have, tentatively, been working on getting some writing done. first glimpse of verdant winds sakura!

In the middle of the ash-painted hills just east of Lavaridge, Sakura sits in the shade of a rocky overhang, relying on its scant protection against the volcanic debris to keep himself mostly clean. The jacket’s a hand-me-down from a relative he only met twice, and his shoes might as well as never have had tread to begin with with how badly he’s worn down the soles. It’s not the clothes he cares about, really, it’s the pokéball cupped in his hands that he’s been staring at for god knows how long.

[troomphets]

The Underground Info Games: Part 2

This is ALSO something slowly coming out of WIP Hell. A small Noibat woman sticks her nose where it definitely shouldn't be, and now has to deal with the consequences clause in her contract.

Reblogs appreciated!

[spiritualhoenn]

📼

[Mirage is looking at the brown-straight-haired woman in front of them. She's their mother, not their biological one, not their true mother, but well, she says that she's their new mother. Mirage does not believe it. Their only parent is-

Not there.

She is with a young Absol, not a pup but definitively a teen one. The Pokémon is wearing a red and white vest, it is written "Service Pokémon" on it.]

"Her name is Yuki and she'll be with you to help you."

[She wants to replace her, she wants to replace Abby. With Yuki's help. It's not the Pokémon's fault.]

"She's there for you to predict what bad event will occur, to prevent or to lessen the panic attacks you might have. It's good to have a Pokémon like her with someone like you."

[Mirage sighs. She's right, they know she's right. She has said before that Psychic Humans are more prone to mental illness, and that their case is a bit more special. Mirage does not believe her with the "more prone to mental illness", they have read about them (because the woman keeps getting them books about them. Something about them being a Psychic), and it is just some fake news that everyone believed in, it is not entirely her fault. Psychics are just more prone to talk about it.

But Mirage does have mental illnesses.

Yuki is fluffy. Abby was not fluffy. Because Abby was an old wild Absol. And because Yuki is not Abby.

Abby is on top of Mt.Pyre.]

"You seem to like her already ! That's really good !"

[The woman is not that bad.

Her name is Sanane. She is their adoptive mother.]

[flawssy-227]

The Babysitter | Joel Miller x F!reader

hello :) first time writing/posting a pic in actual years (first time on this blog also). hope you enjoy. please leave some feed back!

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, no outbreak au! Sarah lives! slight age gap

summary: you baby sit for Joel and the two of you can't keep your hands off each other

warnings: slight age gap, dirty talk, babysitter kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, m!receiving oral, mentions of dicks... I think that's all

word count: 1.9

rating 18+

The sun had long faded in Austin, the only light in the Miller’s living room was coming from the floor lamp and the television, which was on but turned down low so you wouldn’t disturb Sarah. You had just put her to bed at Joel’s request. A short text sent to you earlier, knowing that you’d be babysitting a little longer than normal on Tuesday night.

Gonna be a late one. Sorry princess.

You’d simply given him a ‘thumbs up’, not really minding hanging out with your favorite 8 year old. Your afternoon had been wildly enjoyable with Sarah–she was way too mature for her age and it was probably inappropriate how much you considered her a friend, but whatever, you’ve had a stressful couple of weeks and she was one of the only bright spots. Well, her, and her incredibly attractive father that you sometimes hook up with.

Things with you and Joel were… how should you put it? Complicated? 

You had started babysitting for Joel and Sarah during the first semester of your Master’s program at University of Texas, just a little over a year ago. You and Sarah fell into an easy routine–you would pick her up from school, help her with her homework, and give her some of the feminine energy she was surely missing with only having Joel and her Uncle Tommy around. And you really enjoyed it. You were never one for little kids, and at her age, you were certain she would be annoying as hell to deal with, but nope, Sarah Miller was intelligent and inquisitive, albeit a little headstrong. You admired her, and really respected Joel for doing his best practically on his own.

You and Joel also fell into an easy routine. One night of staying late and sharing beers led to you face down and ass up on his couch and having one of the best orgasms of your life. You both promised each other you would quit, not wanting to complicate anything since you and Sarah had such a close bond, but you quickly broke that promise, again and again and again.

After a few months of hooking up a couple nights a week, Joel told you he was seeing someone–Tess, an age appropriate mom from Sarah’s class and he wanted to pump the brakes on whatever it was the two of you were doing. You acquiesced, begrudgingly, but it was only a few weeks later that Joel said things didn’t work out and you ended up back in his bed, on his couch, and bent over the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t serious between the two of you. You had a lot going on with wrapping up the last semester of your Public Policy Master’s, and he was busy building his business and raising his daughter. But that doesn’t mean you would be opposed to something a little more serious developing. In fact, you were pretty sure you were in love with Joel. But he definitely didn’t need to know that.

You must’ve been completely zoned out as you didn’t hear Joel’s old pickup truck pull into his driveway before he entered his living room and called your name.

“Hey princess,” he said, that deep Texas drawl that made your insides melt flowing easily from his pouty lips. “How’s Sarah?”

“Perfect, as always.” You glanced up from the couch shooting a smile his way.

God, he loved your smile.

“She helped me make dinner and then we did her homework. I deep conditioned her hair, too,” you added. “You know, you gotta take her to a salon once in a while, Joel. You know, one that knows about black hair?” You had been bugging him that the 15-in-1 monstrosity he calls shampoo he and Tommy use would not work on Sarah’s curls.

Joel smirks to himself, absolutely loving the way you care about his daughter. “I’m workin’ on it, darlin’.”

A comfortable silence hits the room and Joel goes to his fridge to grab two beers. Your gaze is back on the TV, some old episode of Law & Order playing that barely has your attention.

“Where’s Tommy?” you ask, reaching for the beer without looking at him.

“Had a date.”

“Tommy Miller has a date? Now that is surprising.” You giggle as you take a sip of your beer. Joel tracks the way your throat looks as you swallow.

He takes his time to take in what you’re wearing. A sweater that tapers around your waist perfectly and a short black skirt. You look sexy, effortless. Joel realizes you always do. Like everything you wear is custom just for you.

“Is this how you dress for work, darlin’?” He lets his large fingers play with the edge of your skirt, barely grazing over your skin. “Kinda slutty,” he adds, smirking at your surprised face.

You school your features quickly and he knows he’s screwed by the sickeningly sweet smile that graces your face. You quickly place your beer on the coffee table in front of the couch and turn to face Joel. “Me? Slutty? No, Mr. Miller, I’m a good girl.”

Joel eyes you from head to toe so slowly that you feel little bursts of heat crawling over your skin. He frowns at you playfully, groaning exaggeratedly as he takes another draw from his beer. “Don’t know about that, princess. Good girls don’t wear slutty little skirts like this to work.” His hand slides up your skirt and grazes over the damp slit of your underwear before he tugs them down your legs. The low whistle he lets out sends a chill down your spine. 

“And good girls definitely don’t wear tiny little panties like this to work.” He brings your thong to his nose, lewdly taking a deep inhale that only makes your wetness grow greater. “Dirty girl,” he sighs out. “Trying to seduce your boss?”

You moan at the sight of him, it was so debauched, so dirty, but it only made you more eager to fall into whatever role play this was. 

“No, Mr. Miller, I would never try to seduce you. I promise I’m a good girl,” you plead. You watch as he absentmindedly toys with your damp thong, running his other hand over his growing bulge. You get an idea that’s going to drive Joel wild.

“Can I show you, Mr. Miller?” you ask, earning a quirked brow from Joel. “Can I show you just how good of a girl I am?”

Joel groans at how easily you fell into this dynamic tonight, not necessarily what he had planned when he came home. He spreads his legs and pats his thighs, “Yeah baby, show me how good you can be.”

You eagerly hop off the couch, taking a throw pillow with you and placing it on the ground and kneeling on it in between his legs. You let your hands rub across the tops of his thighs and give him a wide eyed look that he would almost call innocent if he didn’t know you better. You reach for the zipper of his jeans, grazing your fingers over his bulge before you pull his hard cock out and sigh dreamily. Joel definitely had the best looking dick you’ve ever seen.

Growing impatient at your slow pace, Joel grabs the back of your head and you instinctively stick your tongue out to lick at his tip. You groan at the heady taste of precum on the bulbous head. You slowly start to jerk him off, keeping your mouth only at his tip to tease him.

“You gonna show me how good little babysitter’s suck cock, princess?” he peers down at you, watching how your eyes flutter closed at his words. 

You let out a needy whine. “Yes, Mr. Miller.”

You inhale deeply, making debauched eye contact with Joel before you take as much of him as you can down your throat. Joel was big–thick and long in a way that your friends swore you were exaggerating. You’ve taught yourself how to take him down your throat, proud that you were able to go from taking a meager 4 inches of him when you first started hooking up, to now being able to brush against his trimmed hair at the base.

You can taste the sweat from his work day on your tongue as you start to move up and down. Your cheeks hollow out to make a suction and drool is pooling from your mouth. You’re trying not to gag, but the sheer size of Joel makes it damn near impossible. He looks down at you, eyes filled with something a little more than lust as he watches you swallow his cock further into your throat. Spit bubbles are pooling at the side of your mouth and your eyes are glassy with unshed tears. He shuts his eyes tight trying to stave off his orgasm–wanting to enjoy you just a little while longer. You release him with a pop and jerk him off as you start sucking his balls.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Miller?” you ask teasingly, voice already sounding a little hoarse from the exertion.

He looks back down at you, willing himself not to cum. He hums and nods the best he can, scared words will be too much for him.

You shift on your knees, readjusting as you gear yourself up to take him again. Joel thrusts slightly into your mouth, fitting perfectly and you moan around him, the vibrations making him twitch in the back of your throat. You push him deeper into your throat and Joel places his hand on the back of your head in a way that’s less forceful, and more caring. Like he’s just reassuring you that he’s there. He’s making little grunts and moans and you can’t help but drool a mix of your spit and his precum down onto his balls.

You look up at him and see his brown eyes softly looking back down at you. Way too sweet for what you’re doing.

You’re getting sloppier and sloppier, veering towards cock drunk as Joel tells you he’s about to cum.

“Where d’ya want me, baby,” he slurs, in his own fucked out state.

You can’t let up now with Joel being so close to finishing. You bare down, deep throating him to a point that nearly makes you gag, but you will yourself to power through it. Joel starts to thrust into your warm, wet mouth before he moans a little too loud and spills his cum down your throat. 

He’s so deep you barely taste him, only letting yourself up when you feel him relax underneath you.

You both catch your breaths for a moment and after a while, Joel pulls you up from your underarms and sets you over his lap. You almost forgot you weren’t wearing any underwear as your now soaking heat is pressed over his wet cock. Even soft it’s firm and thick. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes heavily. Brown eyes looking down into yours before he kisses you sloppily, tasting himself on your tongue.

You smile appreciatively, dropping your head to his shoulder and smelling the remnants of his cologne from earlier in the day. You’re insanely horny now but happy nonetheless that you made him this fucked out, feeling a surge of confidence at the thought.

“So,” you start, your smile breaking the warm silence between you two, “am I a good girl?”

Joel laughs, rubbing absent minded circles on your back. He thinks he loves you. “Yeah, princess, you’re the best damn girl around.”

**if you made it this far please leave a like, comment, reblog or a dm with some feedback! I want to get back into writing so this was just me dusting off the cobwebs... ty :)

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