#but you know what. then i remembered that i also turned out fucking weird. i just hide it slightly better in public situations
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Hi!! Iâd love to see you do the prompt âDonât tell me you love me unless you mean it.â with Logan! Was thinking of the reader whoâs so self loathing of her own powers opening up for the first time towards Logan đĽş
warnings: angst/fluff, Logan has interesting teaching methods lol
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a/n: So this also...turned into more than a drabble oops. I got carried away I can't help it asdflk;h. Anyways I totally got inspired by ATLA for some of the logan pep talk if u can tell lol.
The mansion was so lonely. It shouldn't be but it is. Especially for you. Brought here as a child you grew up here. You were excited, hopeful that maybe you could start a new life here. But then your powers went haywire.
Just when you thought things could be different your emotions got the better of you. Fire raged through the mansion and you couldn't stop it. The more you panicked the worst it got.
When the flames were put out all you could see was the destruction that ravaged the once spotless mansion. It was an accident. Charles knew it and so did everyone else but that didn't stop the whispers, the fear. You never wanted this.
You did all you could to suppress your powers for years. Leaving the school and never looking back. Years passed and you managed to live a quite life. You went to work and went home. It was a lonely life but you couldn't hurt anyone so it you learned to live it.
Then one day you got a letter from Charles. It was a matter of such importance that you had no choice but to return. It was weird being back.
It was in the dead of the night that you found yourself alone. Just as you remembered. This time wandering through the halls of the mansion. Your fingers traced the familiar paintings and furniture. A frown coming over your face as you trace the faint scorch marks that still remain.
"So those were you." A deep voice startles you.
You feel a light flame escape your fingertips as you shove you cross your arms and hide your hands away. There stands Logan with a cigar in his mouth. You breathe a sigh of relief as you lower your arms.
"Sorry, didn't meant to scare you." He holds out his cigar and you roll your eyes. He's been trying to get you to use your powers, to light his damn cigars because he's too lazy to reach into his own pocket.
"Come on, just a little flame." He says with a smirk.
"Can I help you Logan?" Though you're glaring he can see that small smile.
You and Logan were unlikely friends as you put it. The two of you understood each other. Understood the want to hide away. Don't get close and you won't get hurt. Even with that mantra somehow you were each others exception.
Maybe it was stupid but having Logan was nice. He was nice in his own weird way. Looked out for you, joked with you on the rare occasion. Plus he was easy on the eyes, but you don't let yourself go there. Love...it's just not meant for you. You don't do love and neither does Logan. Even if you want it, even if sometimes he finds his way into your dreams.
"Nope." He gestures for you to follow him so you do. Walking quietly through the halls until he leads you outside. A chill washes over you step outside.
"Just a little light for me sweetheart?" Okay the first time was charming but now it's getting annoying.
"Will you quit it." You snap. Logan raises an eyebrow and you sigh. Sitting down on a bench and looking down at your hands.
"You know I don't use my powers anymore."
"I know."
"So why do you keep asking?" He shrugs and sits down next to you.
"Because, I think you're being ridiculous."
"Excuse me?" You scoff. You clench your fists as you glare at Logan.
"So what you burned some wood big deal. That really all it takes for you to run?"
You're hurt and confused where the hell this is coming from. You thought he'd understand you but clearly you were wrong.
"You know what Logan fuck you." You hiss as you stand up.
Logan grabs your wrist before you can walk away and in a fit of anger you push him away. Flames coming out of your hand and hitting him square in the chest. You gasp as his flannel catches fire. Without thinking you press your hand and kill the flame.
"Logan I-"
"Stop." He grabs your wrist and points to an empty fire pit.
"Light it."
"Logan I can't."
"Yes you can sweetheart," He tilts your head towards him. Looking at you with a sparkle in his eye.
"Trust yourself." You take a deep breath and send a fireball into the pit, lighting it up.
Your hand tingles as you use your powers for the first time in a long time. You wait for the other shoe to drop. For the fire to rage past what it's meant to be but it never does. Slowly you hold your hand out focus, the fire slowly gets smaller until it's snuffed out. You stare at your hand in awe. Control. You had control.
"Fire is destruction." Logan interlaces your fingers with his. He's got this smile that you've never really seen before.
"But it's also life, it's beautiful. You're beautiful." You bite your lip as he squeezes your hand. There's a fear that you'll burn him without thinking but he heals. You can't hurt him.
"Why are you helping me?" Why does he care this much? He didn't have to do this, you're not a student and yet here he is. Pushing you past your worries.
"I..." Logan tries to find the words. You're right he doesn't do this but he did for you because, well because..."I love you sweetheart."
Your eyes cloud with tears as you take in his words. He doesn't mean it can he? I mean, it's does he understand what that means. What it means to love you.
âDonât tell me you love me unless you mean it. Please." You don't think you could handle it. He's already got your heart and it won't take much to crush it.
"Are you doubting me? I'm over a hundred years old I know what love feels like." Logan brushes your lips with his thumb, he's not great with words but he knows what he feels. No one can tell him any different.
Your eyes flutter shut as he kisses you. He smells like cigar smoke and he tastes like honey. The kiss a little rough, you can tell he's trying to hold back. To be gentle which he's not always great at. You pout when he breaks the kiss, already wanting more.
"Later." He promises after noticing the look on your face.
You walk back through the mansion hand in hand. It's better at this hour, no prying eyes and whispers. For now it's just you and him. Though something does cross your mind as you reach your room.
"Did you...Were you trying to make me mad on purpose?" He smirks and pulls out another cigar from somewhere.
"It worked didn't it?" Unbelievable.
"You're an idiot Logan, what if I couldn't control it? What if I burned down the mansion, again?!" Logan rolls his eyes and kisses you again. Pushing you against the door. Your thoughts turn to mush as he kisses your neck.
"You aren't the monster you think you are." He whispers and you freeze. His words hitting you like a brick. Logan knows what it's like to be a monster, a weapon. He's the monster if anything. But you? You could never be. Not in his eyes.
Before he leaves he hands you his cigar. You shake your head and laugh. Holding out your hand you produce a small flame and he lights his cigar.
"Was all this just so I could give you a light?" You ask teasingly. Logan chuckles and presses another kiss to your cheek.
"Absolutely." As much as you want to invite him in your room, you decide to wait. Rushing anything with Logan is the last thing you want. You want the time to be together. A good fire needs to grow before it becomes a roar.
"Goodnight Logan."
"Goodnight sweetheart."
Your fingers slowly unlace as he walks away. You don't want him to go, fearing that this is just a one off night. There's no way you can have control so easily but then he looks back at you. He's got this look on his face that makes you feel like everything is going to be alright and for once you believe it.
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So @gyancastle had this idea and made cool art that when the apex armor is piloted by a human they turn into a cybertronian. Miko also gets this sick battle axe! Here's the link to the post(s) if you want to see it. So anyways I'm yoking that idea.
After Miko gets the apex armor instead of taking it away from her the team decides to let her keep it. They train her in self defense, strategy, Cybertronian's martial arts, and how to use her axe. She becomes quite the force in the field.
One day in battle a weird ground bridge is activated but it looks nothing like a standard one. It's huge, a distorted look to it, and a deep yellow. It starts sucking everything in which of course includes Miko. When she's spat out she's millions of miles in the air, after falling for a bit she crash lands in a forest. Distorted she walks to the nearest body of water near which is a big lake. Washing herself off of tree branches, leaves, dirt, and other kinds of debris Miko hears a crunch. Turning around with her battle axe ready she comes to a strange sight. It's Optimus, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ratchet and a random human girl??? But there's something wrong with them, first of all they're comically much smaller and look different. (This during season 1 btw because I haven't finished the series yet but will be reconed in the future probably)
Miko demands to know who they are which they of course give their names which makes her more confused. Falling back on her training she realizes she needs information. So she decides to go along with whatever is happening. They ask for her destination which she responds "joyride prime" because Miko is still Miko she's going to do some trolling. She looks weirdly similar to her own Optimus when she's in the armor, plus Miko doesn't think she could handle being given orders by a fun sized Optimus. She barely tolerates orders back home!
Anyways she goes with them and when they ask what alt mode she wants. Miko has to awkwardly talk about how she can't transform. Miko "explains" that her t-cog was removed a long time ago and she can't replace it for whatever reason. The bots are horrified but she just plays it off.
They go back to base and Miko hangs out with Sari for a few minutes, she finds it really neat that this kid is like a mini her. Miko finds the other bots very charming as well; they're like a softer version of her own autobots. Especially Optimus, he actually shows emotions here!
Then a alarm goes off; decepticons are causing trouble of course and Miko goes along with them to fight. She hitches a ride with Bulkhead since you know she can't drive there. It's starscream doing whatever plot he's doing, he starts monologuing and Miko is like fuck that. I already get enough of this from her own decepticons. She throws her axe and cuts one of his arms off. When it spins back to her Miko starts rocking this twink's aft. It's like embarrassing easy to her; yeah starscream was a little incompetent in her universe but at least he could fight. The fact this one was much smaller and hasn't been fighting a lot, so yeah an easy win. When Miko goes for the kill she's stopped by Optimus. This dude has such a horrified look on his face that it stops her in her tracks. This gives starscream enough of an opening to escape. She's pissedâ˘ď¸ and asks why he stopped her? Optimus is also a little mad because wtf, we don't kill! They then head back to base to continue their argument there. It's really messy because remember in Miko's universe it's more violent and death is sort of normalized. So she doesn't get what she did wrong!
Miko storms off somewhere. Sari tries to follow her but is stopped by bumblebee. He thinks this new mech is a little too violent and dangerous for her to be around. The young girl doesn't listen and goes after our wrecker anyways. Sari finds the older girl brooding on a random donut shop. They have a talk and Miko accidentally reveals she's not a Cybertronian. She decides since the cats already out of the bag she tells Sari everything over donuts and go back to the base.
Everyone is a little mad at Sari but glad she's safe; Miko is a little offended. Yes I did just try to kill a guy but I'm not going to hurt a little kid! Sari tells them about how Miko is from a different universe and the war. (She leaves out the being human bit) . Now knowing her situation the bots better understand her behavior. The autobots set off of trying to figure out how to get Miko home.
Meanwhile the prime autobots are freaking the fuck out. Miko's been sucked into a whole other dimension being subjected to who knows god what!
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Meanwhile with the animated bots:
Miko: Then my Bulkhead ripped that venhcon's whole guts out! I practically felt the sparks on my skin!
Everyone: đ¨
Optimus covering sari's ears: great........
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If we're being completely honest Miko is terrorizing this universe not the other way around.
#transformers tfp#tfp#tfp miko#miko nakadai#transformers animated#sari sumdac#war criminal miko#autobot miko#autobots#apex armor#Cybertronians#Cybertronian Miko#kinda#op miko#sari & miko
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#they speak!#it's probably just the illness that's making me extra irritable but like.#roommate kept coming up to me this morning going oh did i wake you up? i'm sorry if i did. did i do that or no? i'm really sorry.#and i kept telling him to stop saying sorry because i didn't have the brain power to phrase#'you could've been more considerate of your volume but you also have the right to use the common space so it's whatever'#but he said it to me again before i went to my room just now and it's like. ok. shut up.#if you actually cared that much u would've just been quieter in the first place actually.#anyways. annoyed. there were some annoying customers in the store today but it was whatever.#i feel like my fucks to give had already worn out with all the ppl in my social circle/my parents and the recent ongoings of that#[redacted] was being passive aggressive to me in the group chat and it's like. ok! idk what u want from me.#and i'm grateful for them for coming over and helping me with cleaning last week#and it's those sorts of actions that let me know they care and want good things for me#but like. i haaaate telling them anything because even innocuous non-private things get turned into judgement with them.#also. more and more i can feel how i'm drifting away from h and now with retrospect i can see how we mutually hurt each other :)#i keep coming back to this one period where i really wanted to take them to try dimsum and they kept saying they were too scared to try it#and in their new friend group they regularly go out n get dimsum together. which on the surface is like. why didn't you want to go with /me#i told you i wanted to share what i liked and i would explain what things were and i could do the talking and you still said no#but it's also very much a reflection of how i always rolled over and enabled them. i never challenged them. i was always passive.#i also feel like i'm heavily neglecting e and a recently and i can tell how the physical distance is affecting us and idk. it's weird.#anyways. another post that should've been a journal entry! lol!#when [redacted] helped with cleaning they also buried my journal under my like#300 packets of sesame candies and i can't be bothered to dig it out. also my bandaids are missing now. <3#ik this also sounds passive aggressive but genuinely appreciate the help i just kinda hate how they think hidin everything in boxes is good#'we need to get you some more storage boxes and containers!!' actually i think that will be the opposite of helpful.#i need everything visible and on open surfaces so i can 1) remember they exist for me to use and 2) not have barriers for me to get to them
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it is a truth universally acknowledged that if you raise your child catholic they will turn out fucked up and strange. there are many ways in which this end can be achieved but rest assured no matter what path your child follows in life they'll always be weird about god
#ur kid can be a tortured poet (like me) or an overly eager kid who announces that they have religious trauma to the class (a classmate)#heard that guy go 'haha yeah i went to catholic school so i have that trauma' in an awkward little way to the entire class#and i thought 'my guy. don't say it like that...' (cringed)#but you know what. then i remembered that i also turned out fucking weird. i just hide it slightly better in public situations#and i definitely also talked about having beef with god in my small group discussion that day dfjgshd#bracken getting a little wild in the eyes talking about how it was never adam and eve's fault because they only learned right + wrong#from the apple. and how could they have known what was right or wrong before that. to people he met a week ago#so you know what. solidarity with me and that guy. catholic-raised kids who turned out as fucking weirdos#valentine notes#catholic tag
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sorry i just. need to rant for a second
#cause dude the whole joost situation is SO fucking upsetting#he's mentioned over and over again how overwhelming this whole overnight success thing has been for him and to respect his boundaries#and instead of yk respecting his wishes âfansâ go and make things worse by constantly overstepping and being creepy and weird like hello???#like why can't we all just be normal and take a step back and enjoy things#these people are gonna end up driving him off the internet and i wouldn't blame him one bit#and the worst part is the people who should get the memo obviously don't (or refuse to) bc this isn't an isolated instance#like its been going on for a while now#idk man i just think about how hard it must be for him rn#one of the things that turned me into a joost fan (besides his music) was his personality#like i obviously dont know him on a personal basis#but from the little bits ive seen he comes across as a really genuine and sweet and kind dude#super thoughtful as well. like i just love the way he thinks and his take on things#like i remember watching his eurovision interviews and just thinking oh man this dude's a ray of sunshine LMFAO#also the literal definition of resilience like dude's been through so much stuff and hes always managed to come out on top despite of it#and thats something i really admire about him too. like the way he put it as not letting your traumas be just that#but also something that can drive you forward#but yeah dude's had more than enough like he deserves to be happy and have some peace and ppl keep ruining it for him and it makes me upset#like i actually slept like shit last night and woke up feeling terrible and i wonder if what went down yesterday w the whole live thing#has anything to do with it lmfao#and you may be like ok well youre taking it too personally and letting it affect you#and yeah maybe youre right LOL but i cant help it i care about the guy and i want him to be okay#he seems to have a really good support system though so i hope things blow over soon and he can finally have some peace#anyway. rant over! đ#raquel speaks
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looked at old pics of myself at the wrong time and now im crying.,
#i always thot i was just kinda ugly and weird and lame and like. i wasnt. not that it would matter if i was but like. i wasnt i was just. me#in my memories im so mean to myself and then to like look back at who i was at that time is like. so hard like why was i so mean to myself#and why am i still so mean to myself. like who does it benefit to remember myself as awful and annoying and ugly and unlovable#like the only person in my life who thought i was all those things was me. like the only person that hated me that much was ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i hate it here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im fine :)#this was a nice wakeup call i suppose.#also all those old pics i looked so hot im crying actual tears im so mad i could have been getting so much pussy if i wasnt so depressed#idk im just like. trying to be nice to my inner child and my inner teenager is one thing but like. being nice to me early 20s is even harde#i always thought ppl hated me and its like no bitch..... You hated YOURSELF................... anyways im dehydrated#this blog turning 13 sent me into a real spiral ill tell u WHAT.#having spent all my formative years online to then become almost completely offline after getting a job. its drama to say grieving but like#idk it felt like looking at pics of a dead relative. like it looked like me and i could remember taking those pics. but like. thats not me.#GOD. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD#AND ITS ESPECIALLY CRAZY TO LOOK BACK NOW HAVING GAINED ADULT BODY WEIGHT AT PICS OF ME AS A KID WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS FAT. AND I WASNT.#AGAINNNNNNNNNNN NOT THAT IT WOULD MATTER IF I WASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS#but i spent my whole life being treated as FAT without actually being fat. WHICH I AM NOW. and now im the happiest and fattest ive been.#like i actually wasnt a horrible ugly fat freak of nature. i just needed to get away from my mom#i really am rambling at this point. i know i need to Look Within and Figure Out Who I Want To Be and What Kind Of Person I Want To Become#but also i have work#and the answer is some kind of transgender. one of em. thats for sure. but like. im a waitress so like. rain check that convo....#anyways. i am not a bad person. and i wish i didnt spend so much of my life convincing myself i was. but u live and u learn i fucking GUESS
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This fucking guy
Played with a bunch of different rendering styles by drawing him a bunch, as you do.
(if you see a hand missing, uh, no you don't)
Also here's the original way the page was formated, i was working from a paper drawing but had to replace the thing in the middle (already digitalized it separately) so i tried to work shop a different placement. Still think the formatting looks weird
#Kakashi Hatake#also i spent longer in this than i should have dsjsjdj#but it was very fun!! i totally recommend doing more experimental stuff to try out brushed/filters#even if nothing looks really great#well actually the suken and Kakashi above it look fine even with the awkward positioning.#it's the two styles i'm more used to using hehe#(also i fucking love the pencil texture brushe. it's so fun to use)#i don't know what i'm talking about i'll shut up now#*Sukea#i wrote sukea as suken djdjdjjejejeje#actually should i tag him too? prolly#Sukea#'tag him too' that's the same guy you clown jjsjsjjs#alsoo if you read till here the weird shurinken one i colored in blue and used the bisel filter and the fun gradient one is a cool brush#i don't remember the name but it's towards the end of the ibispainx catalogue.#it has a fun pattern and turns into a gradient after you use it
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Oooooh I forgot how much I hate the end of Warcraft (ignoring the MMOs I donât fuck with those djdjjd)
#hey gang- what happened to kelâthuzad???? where did he go? why was his character assassinated SO HARD?#Also hey hey hey Illidan fighting Arthus?? and not landing a single hit????? and Vashj and Kael not coming to his imidiate aid????#ALSO SYLVANUS NOT KILLING HIM???#look Iâm sure some things like that get taken care off in WoW or something#but WOWZERS did that last bit of the game just feel straight up bad#like look Sylvanus can be racist because sheâs complex and she isnât a perfect hero#but I refuse to accept that five minutes after sheâs freed from the Lich Kingâs control and goes on a whole monologue about how she is no#oneâs slave- that she would turn around AND LITERALLY CALL OTHER PEOPLE HER SLAVES#LIKE SHE HAD A DEMON RIGHT FUCKING THERE- I forget his name- but have it force her hand! have the demon guy be like hey girl I know my#brothers and I know their armies and if you want even a chance against them you need more numbers#it just felt weird and bad to have her turn around and do that to other people without anyone pushing her to that??? she just did it?#and she didnât seem the least bit remorseful???? also hey again kelâthuzad. what happened.#my favorite little guy got assassinated so hard. :(#you cannot tell me he would be friends with Arthus. you cannot tell me any sort of relationship that might have been there was not just for#him to use and manipulate. you cannot tell me he wouldnât pry his way into the frozen wastes to get shit done and make some power plays#like nothing he has some suggests that he would just sit on the side lines and accept that heâs out of the game- heâs a goddamn lich#Iâm upset djdjsjjsjsjsjs all of that felt weird and bad and I will forever be upset about the handling (or lack thereof) of kelâthuzad#and also how Vashj and Kael werenât by Illidanâs side. they shouldâve been sjsjsjjsjsjsjss itâs dumb that Arthus just got to kill him and be#done with it like. immediately#anyways I have a few complaints djdjdjjd clearly. mostly because Warcraft is a beloved childhood game and I didnât remember the ending and#it just felt bad playing through it sjsjsjjs I love the games but o u c h was that upsetting#(also worse because kelâthuzad was my favorite and he just. wasnât there djdjsjsjjs which I think is dumb- heâs power hungry and he deserves#to act like it. let him cause issues! more than he already has! sjsjsjsjskksksksm hhhhhhhhhhhh
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my manager apologised to me today for being rude she was stressed out bc of her other job
#i also asked her to be a little more direct in explaining why she does/doesn't want certain things done#i also told her about my autism which i havent told my other managers about and its bc one of them says the r slur A LOT#like she makes a little mistake and says 'whoops! im r worded'#LIKE R U FR RN#im still gonna leave tho i hate the customers SO much#barnes and noble pls hire me#ill use my autism to be able to know WAY too much about the manga and ya novels and be able to talk to customers about them#also last time i was there a dude was on the phone and was asking someone for manga recs and 1 he was recced spy x family and 2 i turned#to him and told him the exact spot it was in and then remembered thats weird and i just kinda walked away and bought my shit and left#COVID HAS RUINED MY FUCKING SOCIAL SKILLS#i stopped masking bc suddenly i was surrounded by other autistic people 24/7 and i fucking stopped masking#im so tired#anyways ig that was good bc it was what led me to figuring it out and getting diagnosed đđŤśđź#when i told my dad i thought i had autism he looked at me and said 'you THINK you have autism? you were literally JUST explaining the#storyline for naruto and how it was bad to me'#i was like fair pointÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ#im also not aloud to talk about mdzs to my dad bc i confused him with the shit with jin ling and all of his uncles
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i wish literally anyone else except for me would in depth care about my pathfinder character and would know like. all the lore and be in the sessions BUT i still wanna do it without the Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Known
#myposts#like nemja is so coded into my own expieriences of growing up and is kind of a way for me to channel and deal w some stuff#like he is so much based on this expierience of being a young woman with a mental illness and this lack of any authority that comes w that#like. and he is insanely socially akward and shy but in this way where you are never taken seriously#like. the expierience of being a young adult who isnt really comfortable around Adults With Authority#like a driving instructor or your boss or whomever and you just feel akward and uncomfortable having to interact with this person#but who also has no ideal about social cues & is just really Weird but in the way people dont like yk#and whose impulsiveness and thoughlessness and general lacking understanding of consequences#creates horribly akward situations for himself like 24/7#which also includes situations where other people are mad at him afterwards and it kinda feeds into a weird cycle of self-hatred#like while learning and growing up he feels so viscerally on a display case where everyone can watch him fuck up and stumble around 24/7#and he also feels way too old to be going through this process and is horribly embarrassed (hes 22 but doesnt remember 7 years of his life#so hes emotionally kind of like 16-17 but also hes kind of 22 in some aspects so hes kind of embarrassed by how little he knows)#and also in his design he has these huge ass horns that make it impossible for him to ever really disguise himself#and not immediately stand out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes#and this visceral awareness that gives him of being percieved and the idea of never really having the choice to not be noticed#like as a woman growing up with alopecia being in any public place everyone will notice/look at you all the time#like no matter what you do like you can never turn it off and him being a rogue and good at stealth and shit#is kind of like an ironic wish fulfillment because as a kid i really did have this thing#where i thought invisibility would be the best superpower#but like. it's nice to not be seen but it always makes you an observer looking in and not a member of any group#this character is my absolute everything ok?#nemja
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frosted kisses
pt. ii to texas sweet
summary: after some serious distance, a nightmarish evening at the miller household leaves you and joel closer than before.
tags: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, fingering, pulling out, missionary, almost oral, joel is a consent king, gentle!joel, soft!joel, proud dad joel returns, tommy is here, so are sarah and ellie, don't ask how old they are i really can't tell you, tension, sexual tension, kind of angst(?), realistic sex, reader is in a panic as usual, but joel is really sweet, kissing, neck kisses, biting, scratching, mention of joel's dad gut (yum), joel in a wifepleaser, use of darlin' and baby and honey, one use of good girl, praise kink (a little), takes place during july (texas sweet was in june)
a/n: thank you to my biggest cheerleaders @mochamadeleines and @pascalssbabyy <3 also thank you to everyone for being so patient for this sequel. i hope you all enjoy !! :]
wc: 7.6k (sorry :3)
It is way too hot outside to be doing anything but laying in an ice bath, yet here you are leaving at 9am for your shift. The walk to the bus stop isnât bad, but it does mean you have to walk by Joelâs house.
Joel.
He never followed through on that promise of taking you out for dinner, but itâs only been a month since that night. The two of you had been friendly in passing, since itâs hard to avoid one another, but you can see the avoidance in his eyes. A little while ago you looked up when âneighbours dayâ was, remembering how he said to let him know. But, it turns out thatâs all the way in May, and itâs currently July⌠So.Â
So youâve been avoiding each other a little. Thatâs fine, it was a weird situation for the two of you to find yourselves in. You stared at Joelâs grey-blue truck when it rolled back down the street that night, the headlights flashing yellow on your walls. The hand resting on your chin still smelled like him, like his dick.Â
Honestly, everything on you smelled like him for a little while, your shirt especially, but also your skin. Joel wouldnât leave you alone, even though he physically was. Watching him from your window started to become an obsession, seeing the sweat soak through his t-shirt when heâd mow the lawn on the weekends. You couldnât stop watching him, remembering how needy he was.
Your achy need for him was a constant at night, only competing for dominance over your mind by wondering how needy Joel was.
Nothing could drive the memory of his whimpers and groans out of your mind, the throb of his cock in your hand, and the way his hands twitched and grasped at nothing when he came. It would attack you at random times throughout the day, especially when you were on the bus coming home from work. Most of your days are boring, repetitive. The same texts from your mom, the same job, the same⌠everything. Joel was the most exciting thing for you, but that was short lived. It was just one evening.
Itâs kind of fucked up how you just have to move on, sweaty palmed every morning as you pass by Joelâs house. It isnât even like heâs home when you walk by, he starts work at around 8am. You would know because Tommyâs truck is noisy as all hell, it works great as a last minute alarm.Â
Or at least he isnât usually home.Â
âMorninâ darlin,â calls Joel as you step off your porch.Â
His voice is just as warm and sweet as ever, like the sun today if it were kinder, but thereâs an extra cheerful lilt in it. Turning your head, you see Joel still in his pajamas. Itâs a weekday, so thatâs odd, but whatâs more odd is that heâs hanging balloons outside.Â
A light grey wife pleaser stretches around his torso, showing off his thick arms and shoulders. This is not something youâve seen Joel wear before, but he must have slept in it if the plaid pajama pants are anything to go by.Â
Itâs the polite thing to do to go over there and say hello, right? Thatâs what your mom would want you to do, to be neighborly. Youâre not going over there to check him out. That would be crazy.
Crossing the grass from your house to his is easy, but spit is all caught in your throat by the time you get over to him. Jesus, are you drooling?Â
âHi Joel,â you manage to reply to his greeting as he tapes another balloon up to the overhang of his garage, âwhat are the balloons for?â
He grunts as he twists to fix the tape, the balloon nearly falling on his head. The way heâs stretching up is making the wife pleaser stretch up, exposing the skin of his waist. Your fingers twitch, wanting to touch there again. It makes your mind spin, thinking about how your hands have been there, that he knows what itâs like to have you on him. An explicit secret that neither of you share. You wish he was facing the other way so you could see his tummy, the plushness of it was so comfy against your arm.
âSâfor Sarah,â he finally responds, turning to face you.Â
And oh⌠oh thatâs why heâs so damn happy. He had talked about it in passing a few times during the small talk you had made. Sarahâs birthday was in July and she planned on coming home for it, Joel was so bright everytime he talked about it. His smile is so much bigger when he talks about his daughters.
âIs she coming home today?â You ask, shifting on your feet. Joel nods, tearing off another piece of tape with his teeth.
âUh-huh, pickinâ her up around noon. Weâre doinâ a dinner tonight,â he says. You can see how his eyes are a little unfocused, excited. He sticks the tape to the knot of the balloon and starts to continue his sentence, but is cut off by the front door opening.
The sound catches your attention, your eyes flicking to the door. You didnât see his truck in the driveway, but thereâs Tommy Miller in all his glory.
You wonât lie to yourself, the Miller family clearly has good genetics. Tommyâs got these gorgeous waves in his black hair, and a charming smile too. But, he isnât nearly as soft as Joel is. Not a player, but Joelâs been worn in by 2 daughters and a divorce, like a well loved plushie. Tommy hasnât been worn in by anything, in fact heâs known for wearing things out. As much as youâve heard the whispers at neighborhood events, the other Miller brother has never interested you. Tommy, of course, has shown interest in you once or twice. A few bottles in and heâll talk to anything.
Today though, Tommy is behaving. He flashes you a kind smile, and nods.
âHey neighbor-girl,â he greets.
You almost snort. You know Tommy knows your name, but heâs being weird. Did Joel tell him? Probably not. Do brothers share that sort of information? Youâre getting sweaty againâ
âSaw the flowers yâbought Ole Joel,â Tommy grins, âthought maybe his exâd dropped by.â
Oh. Oh thank god. Thank god the flowers gave it away.
Joel snorts and then scowls at Tommy, shaking his head. He mutters something about you âhaving a name,â and suddenly all you can hear is the blood in your veins. A hot rush flies over you, but youâre flushed from the sun anyways. What difference will a blush make? Itâs not that obvious.Â
Distracted with your anxiety around the two, you barely realize that Tommy is scolding Joel now.
âSânice girl gave you flowers and yâainât even invited her to the dinner tonight?â Tommy scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. Your eyes flash to his arms and Jesus does being brothers mean youâre both built as fuck?Â
âTommy,â Joel says, voice tight, âI was midway through a conversation withâer. Was just about to.â
They exchange a look you canât really decipher. Tommy raises his eyebrows and Joel curls his lip in response. Then, Tommy turns on his heel and goes back in the house.
The heat outside is already uncomfortable, but now you feel awkward. You didnât realize that Joel would invite you to something. Maybe he didnât even want to, he just didnât want to look like an asshat in front of Tommy. Joel looks sheepish in his pajamas, downturned frown neutralizing to a softer smile. He breathes in to speak, but now you donât want his invite.
âJoel,â you say quietly, âyou donât have to invite me. Iâd hate to intrude on your family time with Sarah.âÂ
You really thought that youâd want to speak to Joel after all this time, but this feels humiliating. A pity invite to his daughterâs birthday dinner? Itâs not what you expected, or wanted. As much as youâd like to see Sarah, something about it feels wrong. What would you say?
âHey, it's been awhile. Howâs college been? Good! Aw, Iâm glad. Yeah last time I saw your dad I jerked him off. Oh, youâre in STEM?â
No, thatâs not what you want. He looks like heâs going to protest, but you have to shut him down. Youâve never really spoken to his other daughter, Ellie. It feels like a nightmare waiting to happen.
âIâm just your neighbor,â you wave your hand, as if you could make this go away.
Joelâs brows furrow, his mustache curling back downwards with his frown. Skittishly, his eyes flick away.
âI⌠Iâd like it if yâcame. Even if weâre just neighbors,â Joel says. He seems embarrassed about inviting you, a red hue glowing beneath the sweat on his neck.Â
Alone, in front of the garage, it feels like heâs under you again. Why is he so shy? So bashful? Something in you is frustrated. Youâve been waiting for a month for any scraps, anything more than neighborly chit-chat, and now you have to turn him down. Doesnât he realize youâve been waiting for him?Â
You donât want to be just neighbors with this Joel, you want more. You want to know him more than just as âhot-single-dad-next-door.â
You want to know him the way you did when you were behind him on the couch.
But⌠Maybe this is Joel. You saw the pictures all over his house, and he runs a company with his brother. Family is clearly everything to him, and even if this isnât a dinner-date like he promised, this is something more. Itâs closer for him, this is his own version of pulling you in.
Besides, your mom would want you to say yes. Itâs polite, right?
You concede to Joelâs wishes, as much as you want something else. He smiles really big when you agree, a shy âokayâ leaving you. Itâs not like you could ignore him anyways, not with the way his wife pleaser is stretched around him so⌠pleasingly.
He tells you that thereâs a colour theme of black and blue, since Sarah wants everyone to match in the pictures. Joel starts to blab about what a good photographer she is, but you actually shut him down this time, so as to not miss your bus.
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Somehow, standing on Joelâs porch is a lot worse than last time. You donât have a bunch of flowers for your neighborly crush, or a set of hands to ease his back. All you have is the guilt in your gut for showing up at his daughterâs birthday dinner.Â
It took you almost 45 minutes to pick an outfit. He mentioned blue and black, but didnât mention what shade of blue. Everything you had felt either too dressy, or was literally pajamas. Eventually you found something that worked, but now youâre in your own head. Will Joel think this is nice? Does Joel even think youâre pretty in the first place? You canât remember, your mind is blanking.Â
Jesus, chill out. Youâre going over for dinner, and this isnât even about you.Â
Swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you knock.
âIâll get it!!â A voice yells from inside. Not Joelâs.
Tommy grins at you after he swings open the door. Heâs done his hair back, instead of tying it back, and heâs wearing a blue and black, plaid, flannel. The Miller brothers seem to have a flannel for every occasion.Â
âWell helloo Neighbor-Girl,â Tommy greets. His smile is devious as he stands in the doorway.Â
Loud footsteps rush up behind Tommy and heâs suddenly being yanked out of your view by a hand.Â
âChrist, Tommy, leaveâer alone.â Joel grunts.
He isnât wearing a flannel, which surprises you. His usual casual clothes have been replaced by a nice, black, western shirt. The stitching across the chest is done in black as well. Not unlike Tommy, is his slicked back hair. Itâs short still, but it looks good pushed back.Â
He tells you to keep your shoes on as he leads you to the backyard. You canât keep your eyes off him as he and Tommy walk ahead of you. That black shirt, stretched across his back, the curls that lick upwards where his hair isnât slicked. God, he looks stupidly good.
The house looks about the same. Same couch where you jerked him off, same table where the flowers used to sit, same pictures of his family on the walls. Everything feels different. Why doesnât it look different?
Finally your eyes reach the backyard, and it looks magical. Various lights have been set up to create a relaxed atmosphere, with some comfortable lawn furniture set up on the deck. The barbecue is clearly cooking something, and Tommy walks to it automatically.Â
Sarah and Ellie seem to be giggling to themselves, hunched over in secrecy. The sisters whisper to one another, but part once they see you.
âHi,â Ellie says immediately, her bright eyes looking at you excitedly. You greet her in return, then wish Sarah a happy birthday.
Sheâs wearing a matching shirt to Joelâs, which is adorable. You know for a fact that Joel wouldnât dress up past a button up or flannel for most occasions, meaning Sarah probably begged him for this. Even the wash of their jeans are the same.Â
Youâre just about to strike up a conversation with the two girls when Joel comes up behind you and squeezes your upper arm gently.
ââM sittinâ over there, if youâd like to join,â he motions to an outdoor couch identical to the one Sarah and Ellie are sitting on.
Itâs close enough that you could go back to talking with the girls, but once youâve sat down beside Joel, theyâre back to giggling.Â
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It feels like everybody knows.
This fear from earlier has manifested in front of your eyes, this awful anxiety growing. You could barely finish your food, even though it was delicious. Your mouth is dry all the time, you canât stop drinking water. You hyperfocus on every little action you take, feeling crazy,
Tommy has been staring at you like heâs holding a secret, his eyes seem to say âI know something you donât,â and every time you turn your back Sarah and Ellie are giggling again. For them, you try to cut some slack. Ellie is a teen, and Sarah isnât a lot older than her, theyâre young girls, of course theyâre giggling. Itâs Tommy whoâs making you anxious, especially with the scolding scowls that Joel keeps sending him.Â
The conversations are fine once you stop eating, mostly with you listening and observing the dynamic in the family. Tommy talks about this recent client he and Joel have been working with as you all eat cake, but itâs hard to focus when it feels like everybody knows what you did.
Joel seems to notice this anxiety over the course of the night, looking at you with mild concern a few times. He even asks if youâre alright at some point, holding the âdarlinâ for once, and you just tell him you had a rough day at work. Total lie, the only rough thing about this day is how you feel like youâre going to throw up all your food anytime someone in his family starts to perceive you.
Later in the evening, Joel rests his hand on your knee when he reaches for his beer, and you flinch. He seems caught off guard by this, but luckily nobody else notices. His eyes are apologetic as he looks at you, all brown and sappy.
Shame is burning in your veins. Heâs invited you here to spend this special night with his daughter and family. He's been so kind to feed you too, but now youâve made him feel weird too. It feels like your anxiety is leaking out of your pores, a haze of guilt clouding your mind and flooding his. Joel hasnât seemed bothered at all tonight, or at least he hasnât shown it.Â
But there he is, accommodating you as he leans a little closer and asks;
âSâgettinâ late. I could walk yâhome.â
There he is, thereâs your Joel. Your Joel, the one who you know as a caring man. In any other situation this would feel like someone politely requesting you leave the party early, but not with Joel. Heâs conscious of your emotions, and he can tell youâre too overwhelmed to be here anymore. Thereâs your sweet boy, reeling you in before it gets to be too much.
You only nod in response.
Itâs a few more minutes before you get out of there, with Tommy and Ellie stacking copious amounts of leftovers for you onto paper plates, lidding them with tin foil. You use this time to talk a little with Sarah, asking about her time in college. Sheâs happy to share with you, and you can see Joel in her. She has the welcoming energy, the same warmth in her that pools in her eyes. Even without the outfits they would match.Â
Ellie, however, must be spending too much time with Tommy. They both wear shit eating grins as they hand you the stack of plates stuffed with leftovers, with Tommy asking you to âCome back anytime.â
Blood rushes to your face fast, and you toddle off to the door quickly after saying thank you.
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The air on the porch is cooler, but your adrenaline is making you run hot. You want to stop sweating, but all the looks and giggles and comments from the night are running through your mind repeatedly. What did they know? How did they know? Joel wouldnât tell them anything like that, would he? Thank God you didnât stay long enough to be in those pictures that Sarah wanted to take.Â
The front door thuds shut a moment later. Joelâs steps fall heavy behind you, then heâs beside you. Heâs barely touched you tonight, and even now he keeps his distance. Youâre glad for it, you couldnât have handled it anyways.
You both walk the short distance to your house, using the pathway rather than cutting through the grass like you usually do. It feels like you should be enjoying these extra seconds of time with him, but all you feel is embarrassed.
He breathes in the cool air of the summer night through his nose, chest puffing, then blows it out.
âI am so, so, fuckinâ sorry,â he says.
It takes you off guard immediately. You felt like you were acting crazy all night just by your own overthinking, but it was also fuelled by Joelâs non-chalantness about everything. He didnât seem to notice anything all night but you and how anxious you were. This feels like the start of a conversation, so you put the leftovers down on the bottom step of your porch.Â
âIâ Ellie, when I brought her home after you were over last,â he begins, âshe got home and saw the flowers right away. I told her not to make nothinâ of it, but she went and rattled off to Sarah and Tommy.â
Oh, okay. It was just the flowers. Thatâs good, at least they think youâre a lovesick loser, rather than the neighborhood floozy.Â
âI told them to act right tonight, beggedâem to. The three ofâem have been torturing me about it, I think itâs why I avoided you,â Joel admits quietly.Â
Heâs doing it again, soothing your worries without meaning to. Heâs a cooling balm on your burning brain, a sense of sanity cleansing you.Â
Joel wasnât ashamed of what happened between you two, his family was just being shitstirrers about him receiving flowers. It wasnât on purpose, and most importantlyâ
âIâm really sorry, angel. I should have called orâ or somethin. Askinâ you to come tonight was askinâ for trouble from them. My daughterâs birthday ainât makinâ up for shit, âspecially not when theyâre actinâ like that.â
An apology. Joel Miller seemed like a solid man before, one that was dependable, polite, and kind, but now he seems near-perfect. Heâs taking accountability, admitting how he acted and why, and apologizing. No wonder he has two incredible daughters, both of whom love him dearly.Â
You stand there for a minute, a little speechless. You canât remember a time that a man apologized to you and seemed to really mean it, or at least understand what he did wrong. But thereâs Joel, in his black western shirt thatâs rolled up his thick forearms, eyes soft and sorry as he looks at you in the blue-black night. Heâs not like any man youâve met before, not like your dad, friends back home, or your ex-boyfriend.Â
Tonight isnât like any night youâve had in Texas so far, but for so many different reasons. Youâve had a few weird nights, sure. Like what you shared with Joel, or the time you took the wrong bus home and got lost downtown, but itâs weird in a good way.
Tonight, you get to accept an apology from a man who truly seems sorry. Whoâs admitted his wrongs, explained what happened, and more than that heâs been earnest about it. You didnât have to beg for this apology, or argue why he should apologize. He did that on his own, made up his mind, and said sorry like a real man would.Â
Itâs hard to make up your mind on what to do though, whether you should throw yourself at him and kiss him dizzy, or to just say âItâs alright, no hard feelings.â
You settle somewhere in the middle, taking his hands into your own. Your thumb pads rest in the centre of his palms, pushing down and massaging his hands.Â
âItâs okay,â you say finally, voice unsteady.Â
Joel isnât at fault for his family being devious and obviously way too interested in his love life. What he is at fault for, is avoiding you. Brave enough to apologize, pussy enough to avoid the girl he likes. You keep talking.
âI wish you would have spoken to me about this, it made me feel awkward,â you tell him.
He looks up from your joined hands then, looking at you face on. Shame is painting his features, but heâs trying to be courageous, you can tell.
There is no âI know I should have,â or âIâm sorry you felt that way.â Just his voice saying, âIâm sorry.â
No ifâs, andâs, or butâs. Heâs sorry without excuse or pride.Â
The night air is still brisk on your skin, but Joel is warm everywhere. If you laid a hand onto his cheek you would feel hot flesh burning you back. His eyes flit from your own for a moment, decisive.Â
âIâd really, really, like to have dinner with you sometime. I know tonight was a disaster, so I wonât be offended if yâsay no, but⌠I wanna make this up to you.â
This feels so much realer than last time, like heâs gripping your heart in his hand and squeezing as it beats. Joel isnât just saying this in passing after heâs come in your hand, heâs not awkward and politely asking to return a favor. Joel wants this, wants you, wants to have dinner with you. It probably should have occurred to you when he invited you to his daughterâs birthday dinner, but itâs only hitting you right now. No more pity invites, he wants this.Â
Joel Miller wants this, he wants you, and heâs standing there with your hands in his, with his stupid soft eyes and with his heart on the line. Heâs beautiful right now, standing with you as sorry as he can be. Youâll let him have this, heâs asking for it himself. Joelâs being so much braver this time around.
âI think we could do that,â you reply quietly.
His shoulders relax, brow unfurrowing. You can see the relief flood over him instantly, and he looks beautiful then too.Â
Itâs easy from there. Joelâs voice is so soft when heâs grateful, quiet as he thanks and arranges a date-night with you. The two of you decide that a night in would be fine, since Joel ends up working late pretty often. Youâre fine with this, and would honestly rather have him to yourself anyways. No more prying eyes when youâre with him, no more over-bearing perceptions that make your brain fizzle out with anxiety. Just you and Joel.Â
Admittedly, this silly crush on Joel began at a pretty surface level. Not shallow, but all you knew about him was that he was a hot dad and a nice guy. Now, though? Now heâs proven himself, shown you that thereâs something in him that you can reach for. Everythingâs bigger in Texas, but so far itâs only made you feel small. Being around Joel hushes you, like a kiss to a scrape. You want to know him deeper.Â
He squeezes your hands, then drops them so you can pick up your leftovers. You feel a little shy turning your back to him as you make it up to your door, but then he speaks.
âYou looked real pretty tonight, angel, moreân usual.â
You hope he canât hear the squeak you make when the door shuts behind you.
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Itâs a few days later, and Joel is supposed to be coming soon. He warned that heâs been working late recently, that he probably wonât be off work until eight that evening. You donât care, you made him dinner.Â
Itâs sitting in the kitchen, ready to be rewarmed when he gets to your house. Itâs 8:30 now, he should be here soon. Youâre tucked away on the couch, settled after recooling the house with your air conditioner. To be honest it should be illegal to cook during summers like this. You sweated so much you thought about taking another shower, but it wouldnât have helped.
Besides, Joelâs showing up to your house in probably 10 minutes, sweaty and gross from work. It wonât be like youâre any grosser in comparison.
As predicted, he does show up ten minutes later. His hair is a mess and he smells like hard work, but it doesnât matter.
Nothing matters when heâs in your doorway, toeing off his boots, and asking how your day was. Joelâs eyes keep shyly meeting yours as you lead him to your living room and turn to face him. Heâs nervous, clearly, but itâs sweet. Youâre both out of your element again, this time in your house instead.
Joelâs eyes flit around the room when heâs avoiding your eyes, taking in your home similar to how you did his when you were there not so long ago. You wonder what heâs thinking, hoping he doesnât find you to be boring. He keeps clenching and unclenching his fists and laughing nervously, and you keep watching how his adam's apple bobs in his throat, and how he vibrates with his laughter. He looks puppylike in the soft light of your home, brown eyes glistening.
âAre you hungry?â You ask him, tilting your head upwards. He looks so huge in your little space.
Joel nods sheepishly, and so you lead him into the kitchen.
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They say that the way to a manâs heart is through his stomach, and maybe Joel is the reason they say that. He groaned his way through dinner, with his eyes rolled back and compliments flying off his tongue when he wasnât chewing. He listened to every word you said intently, taking his time with the food you had made. It had taken almost 40 minutes for him to finish that plate of food, and you saw just earlier that week how fast he could pound back a meal.
Heâs savoring you with this silent praise youâve never experienced.
And now heâs sat beside you on the couch, arm around your shoulders, and youâre snuggled back into him. The remote seems like a prop as you use it, aimlessly scrolling through a streaming service for a movie. Your thumbs are just rubbing over the rubber buttons now, your eyes focused on how his chest rises and falls.Â
âI really donât mind what you wanna watch, baby,â He says.
His voice seems so much nicer up close like this, when his face is just above yours and youâre beside him.Â
âOr we donât have to watch anything at all, we can just talk.â
How are you supposed to control yourself around him? How can he just walk into your home and fit right into your space, and look that good and be so warm? It feels like your bones are fighting against your skin to move, like the blood in your veins is yearning to jump rope. Joel is turning you on in a way you didnât think possible, in a way where heâs never touched you, but you need him all at once. Heâs softening the both of you.
Itâs the middle of the hottest July of your entire life, but youâve never felt warmer than right now.
âIâm sorry, was that weird? I jusâ like to hear you talk anââ Fuck heâs so nervous. Why is he so nervous? You want him loose and pliant again, like he was on the couch.Â
âYou should kiss me,â you blurt out.Â
Itâs funny how this is not the most insane thing youâve suggested. The first crazy thing you suggested was âhelpingâ him out with his boner when you went to his house on fatherâs day.Â
Still, Joel is surprised.Â
âYou think so? I jusâ ate, I probably taste like food,â he says it like itâs an excuse.
You shift your body so you can face him better, chin tilted up so you can see his face. Heâs not blushing, but he does seem surprised. This is much different than the embarrassed girl he walked home not even a week ago.
âJoel, Iâm sure. I justâ I donât know, Iâm sorry,â you bumble out.
Heâs shaking his head, eyebrows pinched in that stupid way that makes his eyes look like a baby animals.Â
âNo, no, baby, itâs alright Iâm just gross from work and IâŚâ He drops eye contact with you.Â
âI donât want you to think that all I want from you is physical. Youâre beautiful in a lot more ways than that.â
Fuck this guy, seriously. Heâs so nervous, and clearly still thinks heâs fumbling this. Your bones are still vibrating, youâre so close to jumping out of your skin and into his.Â
âJoel youâre incredible too, but I just really need you to kiss me,â you breathe.Â
He seems to get it then. You clearly have deeper feelings, but after so long apart, and that disaster with his family, youâre pent up. Joel knows heâs kept you waiting long enough.
His first kiss is hesitant, just a small one that ends in a mumbled apology.
âSâbeen awhile,â he excuses before going back in.
And from there, it escalates. Heâs controlled in his kisses, and seems to be avoiding tongue kissing you. Joelâs hesitancy from eating earlier is there, and you appreciate the courtesy. He makes it up though, when you push him further back on the couch and slide into his lap, arms looped around his neck.
Kisses are dotted from your lips, down your chin, and to the soft skin of your neck, where his mouth nips and kisses gently. Your hands are in his hair as you roll your head back, wanting to allow him however much space he needs to kiss you. Thereâs no hesitancy for either of you to be quiet, with him groaning as he smothers your neck in kisses, and you whining as he finds your sensitive points.Â
It only takes a few ruts of your hips against his for him to be asking you if you want to go upstairs. Heâs out of breath beneath you, cheeks flushed, and you can feel how hard heâs gotten.
âY-yeah, my room,â you agree weakly, sliding off his lap.
Joel can barely keep his hands off you as you scamper up the stairs, grasping at your thighs and laughing softly when you squeak.Â
It feels so juvenile, the way he grabs for you as soon as you enter your room. His lips are back on yours even as you try to tug up his shirt and he shakes his head slightly.Â
âYou first, I have a lot to make up for,â he mumbles, nodding his head towards the bed.
He undresses you once youâve laid down, with eyes that drag over you in awe and pure attraction. Joel doesnât mind your plain cotton undies, or the hairs that poke out the front. Itâs sweet and homelike, itâs normal.Â
He kisses where your hip bone is, murmuring into the fabric that covers it.Â
âI really want to eat you out, beautiful. Is that okay with you?â
For the first time in this entire evening, his voice seems to sober you rather than intoxicate you more. Your lungs finally catch up with the rest of you, and you can breathe enough to get some actual oxygen into your brain, so you can think.
Obviously the answer should be yes, but you donât feel totally comfortable with that yet. Youâre not someone who prefers to be shaven, itâs inconvenient, but your bush is a little much even for you right now. On top of that, youâve been sweating like crazy all day, so you donât even wanna know what itâs like down there. And if you donât wanna know what itâs like, then you donât want Joel to know what itâs like, even if he really wants to.
So you shake your head.
Perfect boy he is, Joel nods and says âthatâs alright, baby, thank you for beinâ honest,â as he slides back up your body after placing one more kiss on your hip bone.Â
You are okay with him lifting your shirt off, and then unclipping your bra. He palms at your breasts lovingly, kissing them all over and lapping at your nipples. All of his touches are so gentle, but stupidly impactful. He seems to know that you donât want this to be rough, that you enjoy his sweetness. Heâs understanding you without even trying, and it feels like youâre being loved for the first time.
Joel is being careful in a way that doesnât make you feel like youâre being overdramatic, or fragile. Heâs watching your movements so he can do this right, but at the same time youâre getting impatient.
âJoel,â you pant as he sucks your nipple back into his mouth, âJoel, take your clothes off, please?â
Heâs stupidly excited as he scrambles off your bed, tugging his jeans down and almost getting caught in his shirt when he pulls it off wrong. Joel touches his boxers and then looks at you with questioning eyes. This is where he hesitates.
âWe can turn the lights off,â you offer gently.Â
You remember his hesitancy on the couch, how he didnât want you to look at him, to see him. It doesnât matter if itâs dark in your room when this happens, so long as itâs him in the bed with you.
Joel turns and shuts the lights off, plunging the room into darkness for a moment before your eyes adjust. In another moment, you feel him on top of you again, his warm skin touching yours. Itâs very lucky you cracked your window open earlier, so now your bedroom has become a manageable temperature.Â
Heâs comfortable on top of you, with his plush tummy pressing against the softness of your own. Your legs tangle as you struggle to strip your undies off, and you give up when they get caught around your ankle. His nose is pressed to your cheek as he just hovers above you for a second.Â
âI know I said this earlier, but it really has been a long time,â he admits quietly.Â
It shouldnât warm your heart the way it does, but the idea of him not sharing himself with anyone for so long until you⌠itâs special.Â
âThatâs okay. Are you okay?â You ask.
He nods, from what you can feel, and then pulls back onto his knees. Joel isnât totally visible in the light of your room, but heâs still gorgeous from what you can tell. The pouch of his tummy is so cute, so real, and you hope that you can bite it one day.
âIâm just going to prep you a little, is that okay darlin?â Joel says carefully, trailing a hand down your thigh.
Maybe from the outside this looks like two awkward people having sex, or maybe even like you donât want each other at all. It sounds like thereâs so much hesitancy in the room, but itâs not like that. The two of you are just reassuring one another, Joel to you because he was gone for so long, and you to him because itâs been so long for him.Â
So it isnât awkward, when he plunges his finger into you. He starts with one, gentle as ever, and works up to three very slowly. Joel leans down to your cheek and murmurs the nicest things to you, telling you how nice you feel, thanking you for being so kind to him.
âSo patient with me, baby. Donât know why you are, but itâs so kind,â he says quietly as he curls his fingers in you. They feel so much bigger than your own, but they fit fine. Fuller than youâre used to, but fulfilled in a new way. The feeling chokes your breath and all you can do is whimper softly at him, eyes wide.
âMâgonna be makinâ up my mistakes for a long time to you, anâ not just like this,â he promises, slowing his movements but making them more deliberate, a little harder. Nothing is burning like it usually does, thereâs no sting of pain, itâs just a melting pot of pleasure between your legs as he gives himself to you and you to him.Â
âIs that okay with you? Is it okay if I wanna make this up to you for a long time?â Joel asks.
You know what heâs asking. You know you want it too, you know you havenât felt this wanted since you moved to Texas, probably even before. Nothing has felt like this in your life, and heâs requesting you to have it.Â
âYes, yes, Joel, thatâs okay with me,â you say.
He leans down and kisses you once, then lets you scoot up and over on the bed so you can fumble in your drawer for the lube. Your hand passes over a silicone toy in your bedside table and you smile at the fact that it will soon be long abandoned as you pass the lube to him.
âMight be cold,â Joel warns before pouring some onto his fingers and applying it to you.
Then, he applies some to himself and settles comfortably between your legs. He drags the head of his cock over your hole and up to your clit, like a teasing warning. He had felt big in your palm before, but he feels even bigger now. He was right to prep you.
Finally, he notches himself and slowly pushes in, letting your locked ankles on his lower back guide the speed at which he slides in. Joel is breathing really heavily, and when he finally feels his pelvis meet yours, he collapses down onto his elbows.
âFuck,â he cusses.
It feels better than you thought it would. Heâs big, but not so much that you want him to pull back a little. You physically feel as comfortable and fulfilled as he makes you feel emotionally.
âSo good, oh my godââ you sigh softly, hands reaching up and catching his curls in your fingers. You drag him down, your beautiful boy, and kiss him gently.Â
But he isnât moving. You can feel his thighs shaking and how heâs still breathing heavily.
âHey,â you start softly after pulling back from the kiss, but he shakes his head.
âIf I move I thinkâ I think Iâm gonna come,â he sputters out embarrassedly.
Oh.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry baby. Youâre just so fucking pretty and itâs been so long and you feel so goddamn good, I donât know, I canât move.âÂ
His nose is near enough to yours that you can brush them together, nuzzling the side of his face.
âJoel itâs okay, Iâm not going to be upset,â you tell him. Itâs oddly sweet for him to have such an overwhelming reaction to you.Â
âNo, I know that I just⌠I really wanna make you come. I wanna feel it," he admits.
And so you wait. Your unending patience seems to extend to him again in this moment and you lay there kissing him until he can finally begin to move at an even pace.Â
Itâs so worth it.
Joel is so loving as he fucks you, with deep thrusts as he groans and bites at your neck tenderly. His hands come up and palm your breasts, rolling his thumbs over his nipples as he tells you how pretty you are, how grateful and sorry he is.
He apologizes a lot. For the party, for his distance, for how stupid he was to not see how beautiful you were from the day you moved in next door. Heâs noisy and apologetic as he keeps a stable pace as he fucks you into your mattress.Â
Your mind is entirely fucked for him. Youâre whimpering and mewling beneath him, babbling âitâs okay,â and âi forgive you,â everytime he says heâs sorry. Why is he even sorry anymore? Canât he tell how much you love this?Â
The more he talks the closer you get, your body clenching around him as he buries himself deep repeatedly. The stable pace he set should ground you, should keep your head on your shoulders, but itâs actually making it worse. You donât need it any faster or harder than heâs giving it to you, not with how noisy he is, and how attentive his hands are.
âDo you forgive me?â he rumbles into your ear, dropped on one elbow as his other hand is reached down and gently rubbing your clit.Â
You nod desperately, accidentally knocking your head into his. It makes him laugh, asking âyeah?â as he continues to pin his hips into your own.Â
âI forgive you, Joel, I swear,â you choke out weakly.Â
âThen will you come for me, honey? Please?â he asks.
Itâs maybe the dirtiest thing heâs said all night, or maybe it just feels like it in the heat of the moment, but it sends you over the edge right away. You spasm around him and claw at his broad back, gasping for air and squeaking out noises you havenât made before. Tears prick at your eyes as he works you through it with his fingers and cock.
âFuck, yeah, there you are baby, thatâs a good girl. Godâ Can I come? Is that okay?â Joel asks once you start to come down. Youâre still in your head enough to nod, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips.Â
It doesnât take long at all, youâre surprised he was able to last as long as he did with everything considered. Joel takes less than a minute before heâs pulling out and letting out deep grunts and breaths as he comes on your tummy, looking down at you with adoring eyes.Â
âThank you, thank you baby, God.â He huffs out as he catches his breath. Heâs kneeling between your legs with his chest puffing.Â
He continues thanking you as he cleans you up with a washcloth. You had to guide him to it by yelling instructions as he walked on shaky legs to your linen closet, not wanting to spill his mess everywhere.Â
Once youâre finally cleaned up, he nestles into bed with you. Your head lays on his still clammy shoulder as he tucks you beneath his arm and presses kisses to your hairline.
âMâso grateful for you, darlinâ, I hope you know that,â he mumbles to you.Â
You tell him that you know, that he just proved it to you, and he laughs. The noise is so warm in your room, like it was meant to be there.
âOkay, thatâs fair, but if you need anything else,â he tells you.
A thought does pop into your mind, but it doesnât seem totally appropriate. Youâre enjoying this peaceful moment with Joel, in your quiet room. His hand is tapping its fingers on your stomach, squeezing the flesh once or twice.
You decide not to say anything, but your tummy does. She growls loud and proud, forcing an embarrassed blush onto your face.
âUm⌠I think Iâm kinda hungry,â you admit.
â
Thatâs how you and Joel end the night, in the kitchen.
Youâre sitting on your countertop while he leans against it about a foot away. The paper plate that Ellie loaded up with cake is sat between the two of you, and your forks steal big lumps out of it.
Joel has frosting in his moustache, but it looks so cute there that you donât have the heart to tell him. Instead, you just lean over and kiss him.Â
âNâ what was that for?â He asks through a mouthful of cake.
You just giggle and shrug, admiring him.Â
âI just like you,â you tell him.
He looks like he might roll his eyes, but instead he steps closer to you and kisses you on the cheek. You can feel the residue of the frosting on your skin.
âYeah, I think I like you too, baby.âÂ
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dare to be stupid
summary: a drunken game of truth or dare overtakes your study session
tags: NSFW, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (r receiving)
a/n: listen idk how this turned into 7.5k. idk what happened. also this is my first time writing smut. idk if the sex is good but it was already so long. if y'all like this one i'll write a sequel or something idk
part 2
âTruth or dare?âÂ
It had become a tradition for the two of you shortly after moving in together. It was common for the air in your tiny apartment to grow heavy, the stress and anxiety tangible in the air - often around midterms or finals, or if your roommate had a particularly infuriating project. During these times when the bags under your eyes grew too heavy to carry or the lines around your roommate's mouth deepened into canyons, one of you would barge into the other's bedroom - frequently in disarray with notes and textbooks strewn across every surface - slam a bottle of vodka down on the desk, and utter those stupid, little three words, and the game would begin.
And so you didn't even jump when you heard your bedroom door slam against the wall, heavy boots against the carpet. You had been bent over your desk for so long that your neck ached, your eyes swimming with letters that didn't quite make sense and didn't fit into any of the medical terms laid out on your flashcards. When Ellie slammed the bottle of vodka on your desk, you blinked your eyes clear and looked up to meet her eyes.Â
She smirked when she said, âTruth or dare?âÂ
You didn't waste time in clearing off your desk, shoving your books and cards aside into a toppling pile. Ellie, without waiting for permission, set a shot glass down in front of you, kicked off her boots, and plopped back onto your bed.Â
Scooting your chair closer, you propped your feet up against the mattress, pursed your lips, and said, âTruth.âÂ
Ellie groaned, flopping over onto her side and propping her chin in her hand. She had stripped off her jacket, leaving her in a dark t-shirt that almost made her skin look pale in the low light from your desk lamp. âYou're such a fucking pussy.âÂ
You rolled your eyes even as a grin pulled at your lips. âI've known you for too long, Els, and I know that I need a few shots before I'm willing to shove anything anywhere for your amusement. So, respectfully, eat my ass.âÂ
âYou'll have to dare me to,â she quipped back immediately. She wrinkled her nose as you choked back a laugh, tapping a finger against her lips. You tried to ignore how endlessly cute it was as she said, âWhere's the weirdest place you've pissed?âÂ
Another sound burst from your lips, some mixture of a laugh and a shout. You gaped at her, watching as a laugh crept up, a smile tugging at her lips.Â
Shaking your head, you said, âWeird, but that's a pretty tame one. Not gonna ask me about my favorite sex position or if I ever snuck drugs into our dorm room last year?âÂ
Ellie only shrugged. âGotta warm you up a bit first, babe.â You ignored the way your heart jumped at such an innocent word. After a moment's pause, she added, âBut have you?âÂ
âYou'll just have to ask me. One truth per round, bitch.â You pretended to think about it for a moment, though you already had your answer. âOkay, so you remember when we first signed the lease here and we were a bit short on rent?âÂ
Ellie nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion.Â
âLike, a week before it was due, some girl on Tinder hit me up. She was passing through town and only staying for the night, and she was bored. So, she paid me.âÂ
Ellie's frown deepened. âTo, what, have sex with her?âÂ
Laughter bubbled up your chest as you said, âNo, she paid me to piss in her mouth.âÂ
There was silence for several long moments. Ellieâs jaw hung loose, her eyes wide as she simply stared at you. Several emotions flashed across her face like a movie reel - confusion, shock, disbelief - before finally landing on pure, unfiltered amusement. The corners of her lips quirked up, her open mouth turning up at the corners until a loud, sharp laugh burst from her throat. When Ellie laughed - really, truly laughed - she did it with her chest, a sound so fathomless and full it filled up whatever room she was in.Â
In your small bedroom, her laughter bounced off the walls, echoing in the alley outside of your open window. You couldnât contain your own giggles, muffling your laughter with a hand over your mouth, snorting as Ellie buried her face in your mattress.Â
When she finally looked up, her eyes filled with tears, she only said, around her subdued giggles, âHow much?âÂ
You grinned. â$200.âÂ
Ellieâs mouth fell open again - youâd have to pick it up from the floor at this rate. âDude, youâre fucking with me.âÂ
âI swear,â you said, holding up your hand like a scout. âIâll show you the Venmo if you donât believe me.â
Ellie fell back against the bed, throwing her head back. âYou have to go find this chick on Missed Connections, she can help with the rent.âÂ
You threw one of your pens at her. Catching it in midair, she stuck the end in her mouth to chew on it. You wrinkled your nose at her, but she only grinned, the pen hanging from the corner of her lips.Â
âYou're so gross,â you said, though you were still giggling.Â
âBold words from you, Piss Girl. That's, like, the worst superhero name in existence.âÂ
You threw your hands up, trying your hardest to glare at her and failing miserably. âHey, $200 is $200. I'm not one to kinkshame.â Ellie threw the pen back at you. You grimaced when it hit your arm, leaving a small spot of spit on your sleeve before clattering to the floor. âGod, it's your turn. Truth or dare, bitch?â
Propping herself up on her elbows, Ellie said, âDare.â A grin pulled at her lips, her voice low as she added, âBecause I'm not a fucking pussy.â You stuck your tongue out at her, ignoring her when she mockingly said, âMature.âÂ
Your desk was pressed up next to the only window in the room, cracked open to let the cool autumn air in. Your curtains fluttered in the breeze, the dying sunlight creeping in, casting light like liquid gold over Ellieâs skin. As you thought, scrambling to think of a suitable dare, you could not control how your eyes grazed over her exposed skin, the sunlight dipping in her collarbones like pools of ichor.Â
Blinking, you met her eyes once more, your throat tight. Your words came out almost choked when you said, âOkay, I dare you to make a spicy two-sentence story about something in this room.â
Ellie scoffed, sitting up and kicking her legs over the side of your bed. âIâm gonna take a wild guess that your drawer of sex toys is off limits?âÂ
You sputtered, stammering over your own tongue as you felt heat rush to your ears. âYes, thatâs off limits. You donât even know whatâs in there!âÂ
Ellie hummed, standing up from the bed and taking a few steps around the room. She didnât look at you, but you could hear that fucking smirk when she said, âThatâs what you think, babe.âÂ
You watched her, tracking her movements as she slowly stepped around your room, scanning for inspiration. Your bedroom was about what youâd expect from a broke, overworked college student - aside from the furniture that came with the place, it was pretty barren. Ellie scanned the little touches you did have - her finger traced over the Funko Pop of Zuko on your bedside table, her eyes lingering on the pile of fantasy books you kept atop your dresser. She smiled at the posters hung crookedly on your walls, depictions of your favorite video games. She hummed again, looking back at you over her shoulder.Â
âSo many options to choose from,â she murmured, running her finger along your jewelry box. She had her face turned away, so you could only see the corner of her smirk as she lifted the lid, pulling one of your necklaces from its home. You watched her warily as she approached you, the chain dangling from her slim fingers. She stepped behind you, out of your line of sight, and slipped the necklace over your head, the cold metal resting against your collarbone.Â
âShe looped the chain around her loverâs neck like a collar,â Ellie said. You felt her cool fingers against the back of your neck, hooking around the chain and pulling it gently against your throat. You coughed against the awkward silence; your roommate had always been a little handsy, but this was something else entirely. What the fuck is she doing? you thought. âShe pulled it taut against her throat and leaned in to whisper,â you felt Ellieâs lips against your ear, her rough voice sending a chill up your spine when she murmured, âgood girl.â
Reaching back, you shoved Ellieâs head away; her laughter echoed through the room as she rounded in front of you, sitting back against your bed and grinning.Â
âOh, youâre so fucking proud of yourself arenât you?â you teased, trying - and failing - to keep your cheeks from turning red. Your skin felt aflame, a tingle lingering right where Ellieâs lips had pressed to your ear. You rubbed at the spot under the pretense of scratching your head, willing the feeling to go away.Â
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hardly hear her when she said, âHell yeah, I am. I shouldâve been an English major. I could write a whole fucking slutty novel and get famous. I'm an expert - I've done enough research.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at her cocky smile, but Ellie only winked at you.Â
This is how your truth or dare games went - with Ellie being far too cocky, prancing around doing whatever dares you could think of and asking any outrageous questions that popped into her pretty little head; and you, simply trying your damnedest to keep up with her. You flailed, flustered, when she asked you about your toy collection, and begrudgingly relented when she dared you to bring out your favorite. Ellie took a shot before you had even finished daring her to text her last hookup (âIâm not reopening that bag of crazy,â she said, scrunching her nose at the taste.) You took a shot when she dared you to go mix all of the liquids in the fridge (which included pickle juice, old broths, and orange juice) into one amalgamation and chug it (âIâd rather chug the rest of the vodka, Els.â)Â
âTruth,â you said before Ellie could even ask the question. You were three shots in and could feel that lightness pressing against your temples, just at the threshold of tipsy. You had moved to join Ellie on your bed, where you sat with your back against the headboard and Ellieâs head on your thigh. The vodka bottle was balanced precariously between you.Â
Ellie rolled her eyes, but looked up at you and asked, âOut of our friend group, who have you fantasized about the most?âÂ
She had not even finished her sentence before you served yourself a shot, a few drops splattering on your shirt. Wincing at the taste, you looked back down at Ellie; her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree, her jaw slack.
âDonât-âÂ
âYou have to,â she interrupted you, pinching your thigh and grinning when you squirmed away. âYou have to tell me. You canât leave me hanging here - you didnât even let me finish the question!âÂ
âWhy did you even assume Iâve fantasized about any of our friends-âÂ
âBecause I know you.â She was scrambling up now, unsteady in her movements as she came to her knees in front of you, leaning back against her heels. She planted a firm hand on your thigh - your skin was still warm where her head had been - leaning into it, her eyes drawing so close you could almost see every speck within the hazel. âAnd I know that bitches like us always have somebody in the group they fantasize about. So, who is it?âÂ
âBitches like us?â you repeated, raising your brow. You were sure each line of her palm was going to be branded into your thigh. âSo, thereâs somebody you think about too?âÂ
Ellieâs smile was on the very edge of teasing, a small quirk at the corner of her lips that screamed at you just how wrapped around her finger you were - and, somehow, she didnât even know it. Her voice was low, nothing more than a murmur that you could practically feel in your own chest when she said, âYou really wanna know?â You didnât answer - couldnât, really, not when her fingers dug into your thigh and you could count each freckle across her nose. You couldnât answer when she leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheeks, smelling of the weed you knew she had smoked that afternoon. You could hardly hear her over the rush of your own heart when she whispered, âYouâll just have to ask me.âÂ
Maybe it was the vodka warming your chest, tingling in your fingers - or maybe it was the way the light from your lamp cast sharp shadows across Ellieâs face, turning her skin into liquid gold - but you did not push her away. Your grip tightened around the neck of the bottle, but you held her gaze when you said, âTruth or dare, Els?âÂ
Her voice was soft, her half-lidded eyes holding yours as she said, âTruth.âÂ
âWho have you fantasized about?â The words rushed out of you before you could hesitate.
And for a moment, you believed she would answer. You let yourself believe that she would give you the answer you craved. It prickled at your skin, raising goosebumps along your arm, spreading warmth through your stomach. But your roommate had never been so straight-foward - had never given you an easy answer. She wet her lips, drawing your eyes to her mouth involuntarily, but she only pried the vodka bottle from your fingers. She held your gaze as she raised it to her lips, drinking straight from the bottle without even wincing.Â
âI can play that game too, baby.â She backed away, finally giving you a moment to breathe. She settled back against the wall, laying her arms over her knees, the bottle dangling from her fingers. The skin of your thigh still burned, branded with her fingerprints.Â
You looked away, huffing out a laugh that you prayed sounded sincere. You could feel her eyes on you when you leaned your head back against the wall, counting the cracks in your ceiling like they were the most interesting thing in the whole world. âItâs getting late, Els,â you said, even as your phone flashed that it wasnât even nine yet and here you were, too many shots in, your roommateâs presence like a fire blazing in your room. âI should get back to studying.âÂ
âDo you want to, though?â There was an edge to Ellieâs voice, as though that question was a dare itself. You lifted your head to look at her and found that she was already watching you, her eyes soft in the dim light.Â
You took a deep breath - and the vodka must have reached your brain, because before she could ask, you said, âDare.â
You could see the vodka in the lazy tilt of her smile, in the way her head lolled against the wall. Her eyes were half-lidded, and yet there was something hidden behind her slow, sleepy gaze, something you were too afraid to name - something you were sure was only the imagination of your tipsy fantasies.Â
âClose your eyes,â Ellie said, words lazily falling from her lips, as deep and rich as the strings of a guitar.Â
It took you several moments longer than usual to process what she had said. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, as if the two of you were underwater. You shouldn't have felt like this after a few shots - you'd usually only be tipsy at this point. But something about the way the shadows dipped into Ellie's collarbones and the way her shirt rode up, exposing her boxers and the sharp cut of her hips, was intoxicating on its own.Â
So it took you several long, heavy moments to say, âWhat?âÂ
She chuckled, but there was no malice behind it. There was something soft in the tilt of her head, the way she tilted her chin down to look at you through her lashes. Her hair fell in her face, brushing against her nose; you fought the urge to brush it away, knowing that if you did you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from running your fingers through her hair. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from grabbing a fistful of the auburn strands-Â
âClose your eyes,â she repeated in that same honey-thick voice, breaking you from your thoughts. âFor thirty seconds. And don't open them no matter what.â When you only stared at her for several silent moments, she added, âHow long have we been friends? Don't you trust me?âÂ
And the thing was, you did. You trusted her with your entire heart, and so you closed your eyes, and you waited.Â
You felt the bed shift next to you but you did not open your eyes. You did not open them when you felt her long fingers grip your shoulder as she struggled to steady herself. You felt her hair first, fine strands brushing against your cheek, smelling of sweat and her shampoo. You did not open your eyes, even when you felt the gentle press of a warm mouth against the side of your neck. You hardly dared to even breathe, your hands tangling in your sheets, afraid that you would not be able to control yourself otherwise. You counted the long, torturous seconds, biting down on your lip when you felt Ellieâs mouth part, the warmth of her tongue pressing against your pulse.Â
You had counted to twenty-six when she pulled away, a chill settling over your skin where that warmth had been only seconds ago. When you got to thirty, you opened your eyes to find that Ellie had settled back into her spot, leaning back against the wall. The only sign that she had even moved was the thin sheen over her lips, wet with her own saliva, and a small, pleased smirk.Â
You did not allow yourself to think about it, ignoring the way your skin burned where she had touched you as though she were a wildfire. You sounded breathless even to your own ears when you said, in barely more than a whisper, âTruth or dare?âÂ
âTruth.â
âWhat are we doing here, Ellie?â The words were out before you could stop them, slipping from between your teeth and hanging in the air like helium. The words felt almost tangible, and yet you couldn't grasp them, couldn't draw them back into your throat.Â
For a moment, you thought Ellie would grace you with an answer. She opened her mouth, and you thought maybe she would finally stop playing this game and let you breathe. Instead, just like before, she brought the bottle to her lips and held your gaze. You tried not to watch the way her throat moved as she swallowed.Â
She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and recapped the bottle, settling it between you. âTruth or dare?âÂ
âTruth.â You felt you could no longer trust yourself with any dare she gave you. Your hands were already shaking from clenching the sheets.
âHow would you rate your last kiss?âÂ
You squinted at her, confused by the innocence of the question after everything that had happened in the past hour (had it only been an hour?). âMy last kiss was with that one girl I met at the bar a few weeks ago. She was drunk and way too sloppy, but she was hot. I guess I'd give it,â you paused, trying to remember the moment past the haze; you couldn't even remember the girl's name, âa six.âÂ
Ellie raised her eyebrows, her eyes widening. âA six?â She shook her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval. âYouâve got to be fucking with me. A girl like you deserves more than a six.âÂ
âA girl like me?â Your voice sounded deafening in the quiet. You thought it had started to rain; you could hear the pitter patter on your window, could see the way it broke up the streetlamps outside like a mosaic.Â
Ellie was nodding almost absently, watching the rain. Her lips parted, and you didnât expect her to hesitate before she said, âYeah. A girl like you⌠deserves to be kissed like itâs the last gasp of air to someone drowning.â You watched her mouth as she spoke, even as your mind screamed at you to look away. You scolded yourself, screaming to end this now, but your body refused; it ached to draw her near, a tangible pain in your chest. âA girl like you should get one of those movie kisses - you know, like when the hero saves the day and shit and he kisses his girl and itâs like the world didnât matter as long as he saved her. The kind that has the whole fucking theater holding their breath. A girl like youâŚ. FuckâŚ.â She trailed off her rambling. Ellie ran a rough hand through her hair, making the strands stick up at odd angles, and finally looked at you. There was a fire in her eyes, blazing in the dim light. âYou deserve to be kissed like theyâll die if they canât have you.âÂ
Something had stopped in your chest - maybe it was your breath, maybe it was your heart. Your blood rushed in your ears, and you feared the thrum of your heartbeat was so loud it filled your entire bedroom. Your traitorous heart pressed at your bedroom walls, filling up the space and leaving room for little else.Â
Your voice was only a whisper, and you wanted to kick yourself when you said, âWe should really go to bed. I have an exam tomorrow.âÂ
Your roommate pressed her lips together, and she did not break eye contact as she said, âDare.âÂ
You shook your head, looking away from her to try, desperately, to break whatever spell had taken hold of you; but your eyes were drawn back to her as if she were the only fucking light in the dark. You had to get a hold of yourself before you did something youâd regret, but you felt intoxicated with something far stronger than the cheap vodka you had bought from Walmart.Â
âYouâre drunk, Els,â you said, and you sounded so breathless you may as well have given up then and there.Â
Ellie leaned closer, holding your gaze, and you could see the exact shade of desire in her eyes. She was so fucking warm - your head spun from it, heat radiating from her skin when she planted a hand on the bed right next to your hip. Her wrist brushed against the bare skin under your shorts, and you felt her voice vibrating in your chest when she said, âDare.âÂ
And it was like she had finally pulled the last fucking thread that made you unravel, because you couldnât stop yourself - didnât even think to - before you said, âKiss me.âÂ
You only had a second to register the smile pulling at the edges of Ellieâs lips before she grabbed your face and pulled you in to smother it. You had never imagined what kissing Ellie would be like - had never allowed your imagination to wander so far over the edge - but she did not kiss like she was drowning. She kissed with the same slow gentleness as when she played the guitar, her long fingers plucking at the strings with the careful deliberation of a lover.Â
And she felt so fucking warm. You were high with it; high with the heat radiating from her fingers pressed to your cheeks; high from the way her breath snaked past your parted lips, gentle huffs of warmth against your skin. Your head swam as you pressed into her, your hands tangling into the fabric of her shirt, fingers unsure even as you ached to pull her closer.Â
Ellie pulled back for a moment - for only a moment, but each second her lips weren't on yours caused an ache in your chest. Her eyes hovered inches from yours, so fucking green it was dizzying - though you couldn't see much of the color passed the eclipse of her pupils. Her cheeks were flushed - from the vodka, from something else entirely - her freckles popping against the color. You could only imagine how you looked, could feel the desire written across every inch of your face.Â
Your fists tightened in her shirt, and you used the leverage to pull her back into you; and suddenly, it felt like you were the one drowning. You couldnât breathe as Ellie devoured you, the gentleness replaced with a hunger you hadnât known lived inside her. She pressed her tongue against the seam of your mouth until you relented, opening up to her, a soft sound escaping your throat when her tongue ran along the roof of your mouth.Â
That sound - nothing more than a breathy sigh - ignited something in Ellie. Suddenly, she was all teeth and tongue and hot, hot breath in your mouth, sucking your bottom lip between her teeth. She bit down when a shaky sigh forced its way from your throat, soothing it with her tongue and swallowing the moan it elicited. Her hands were in your hair, the strands twisted between her fingers, and when you bit down on her lip, she pulled - you gasped at the sharp pain on your scalp.Â
âFuck,â she cursed against your lips, and you could feel that single syllable, hot breath in your mouth that you wanted to swallow. She didnât continue for a long time, couldnât form any other words past the way her lips made you unravel. Her hands trailed down your shoulders, fingers grazing lightly over the bare skin of your arms, before finding your hips, gripping them in a vice and tugging you closer. âFuck, come here,â she said, her voice nothing more than a low growl that you felt in your chest.Â
And you were drunk - from the cheap vodka and sleep deprivation and Ellie. You were drunk on the way her eyes were eclipsed, her lips red and bitten and swollen, parted so you could feel each exhale against your cheeks. Her eyes were dark, hooded. Her fingers dug into your hips, and you were drunk, but shit, how the hell could you say no to her? How could you possibly say no when she was looking at you like she was starving?Â
Her hands guided you closer so you swung a leg over her hips and settled in her lap, your hands braced on her shoulders. She leaned her head back against the wall and just looked at you for several long moments, biting down on her lip. You couldnât stop watching her mouth, mesmerized as she said, âFuck, look at you.âÂ
And then she was kissing you again, her hands gripping your hips like it was a lifeline. Your hands found their way to her hair, curling your fingers in the short locks, using it as leverage to pull her closer. You could feel how each point of your body fit into hers; your thighs against her legs, her hands curling perfectly over the swell of your hips. You could feel the swell of her breasts against your chest, and you so badly wanted to feel her skin against yours. You felt like youâd go crazy from the raw want radiating from your body.Â
Ellieâs lips traced a map across your cheek, down your jawline. You tilted your head so she could kiss the hinge of your jaw, the spot right below your ear. She paused there, planting hot, open-mouth kisses across your neck, before her teeth bit down on that sensitive spot, pulling the skin into her mouth, and you practically melted into her. You couldnât control the sounds falling from your lips like honey, gripping at her hair as she soothed the bruise with her tongue.Â
âEllieâŚ.â Your voice was nothing more than a whimper; you swallowed hard and tried again, pressing a hand firmly at her shoulder. âEllie.âÂ
She only hummed against your skin, and you could feel the vibration against your pulse. The sound went straight to your stomach and dipped even lower when she bit at your collarbone.Â
The next time you said her name, it came out as a moan; you cleared your throat. âWe canât do this - youâre drunk, Els.âÂ
Your roommate hummed again, but she relented, leaning her head back against the wall to look up at you. And - fuck. Her lips were red and swollen, still wet from the kiss. Her cheeks were flushed, and - God, her eyes. You had never understood the term bedroom eyes, but Ellie looked at you as though she wanted to devour you. Like any second her hands werenât on you was torture. Like she wanted to bite and kiss and taste every inch of your skin.Â
âTruth or dare,â she said, her voice so hoarse you had to clench your thighs around her hips.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âTruth or dare,â she repeated, her eyes never leaving yours. And this wasnât part of the game, but you played along anyway, unable and unwilling to tell her no.Â
âTruth,â you sighed.Â
One of Ellieâs hands traced up your side. She ran her fingers across your collarbone, up your throat, before stopping to cup your jaw, her skin rough against yours. âDo you want this?âÂ
You nodded, the vodka making it impossible to feel shy.Â
âHow long have you wanted this?â Ellieâs thumb pressed at the seam of your lips, and you let your mouth fall open. She watched, hypnotized, dipping just the tip of her thumb between your lips before withdrawing.Â
It was against the rules - two questions for one truth - but you couldnât find it in yourself to care. âA long fucking time.â Your voice was weak and breathy, and you couldnât bother to be embarrassed about that either. Your attention had narrowed in on Ellie, and the way her fingers skirted across your chest, the way her other hand gripped your hip - how you could feel the warmth of her thighs between your legs.Â
Taking your chin in her hand, she drew you closer, and you could feel her lips moving against yours: âSo what the hell is stopping us?âÂ
This time, when she kissed you, you did melt into her. You gripped her hair in your fists and swallowed the moan it drew from her, shivering when her teeth caught on your lip. She had both hands on your hips again, and she gripped them so hard you were sure youâd find bruises there in the morning in the shape of her fingers. She pulled you closer, pulling your hips down into her; the friction through your pajama shorts made you moan against her lips.Â
And you decided to play her game.Â
âTruth or dare?â you said, drawing away just enough to see the eclipse of her eyes.Â
Ellie, always stubborn, murmured, âDare.âÂ
You tugged at the hem of her shirt, your fingers brushing the warm skin beneath; you marveled at the shiver that ran through her body. You ducked your head to kiss along her jaw, pressing the words into her skin. âTake this off.âÂ
She didnât waste any time tugging the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor before skidding her fingers over the bare skin above your shorts. You lifted your arms and let her pull your shirt over your head before realizing you werenât wearing anything beneath. Who wears a bra to study in their own apartment?Â
But you didnât have a moment to cover your body in embarrassment before Ellieâs lips were on you again, as if it pained her to not taste you for even a moment. Her hands spread across your back, pulling you into her as she peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses across your collar; you hissed when her teeth bit down over your collarbone, soothing the pain with her tongue.Â
âTell me to stop and I'll stop,â Ellie said, her voice muffled as she kissed down over your chest; you shivered when her teeth sank into the skin of your boob, sucking another bruise there. She certainly loved leaving her signature on any inch of your skin that her mouth could reach.Â
You groaned low in your chest, your fingers tugging at her hair, pulling a gasp from her lips. You almost didnât recognize your own voice - breathy and thick with desire - when you said, âPlease donât stop.âÂ
The next thing you knew, Ellie was shoving you off of her lap; your back hit the mattress, your head just barely missing the headboard, but you couldnât even think about that. Your roommate was crawling over you, and you were hypnotized by the way her muscles tensed, her arms caging you against the bed. Her skin was fucking obscene, smooth plains stretching for miles, cast in liquid gold in the lamplight.
âGod, look at you,â she said again, pressing a kiss to your clavicle. Her hand was like worn clay when it traced a teasing line over your hip. Her voice was muffled against your skin, but you caught the end of her sentence: â- so fucking pretty.âÂ
Your only response was a choked gasp when Ellie pressed the flat of her tongue to your nipple. You gripped her shoulder, feeling her lips close around you as she sucked your skin into her mouth; you winced when she released it, feeling her teeth graze maddeningly over your nipple.Â
âTruth or dare?â she said into your skin, her voice vibrating in your bones.Â
You groaned, gripping her shoulder when she licked a line over your other nipple. If you had thought about this (which, if anybody asked, you didnât), you never would have imagined your roommate being such a fucking tease.Â
She hummed, and you could feel the vibration in every nerve. For a moment, you couldnât find your tongue, your voice caught in your chest until she released your skin with a pop of her lips. She looked up at you, batting her eyes, and dammit if your body didnât arch, searching for her mouth again.Â
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched you through her lashes, an intoxicating smirk across her lips; they were still shining wetly. She broke you from your thoughts when she murmured, âUse your words, angel.âÂ
Your thighs clenched around her words, automatically and unconsciously. You were sure you could get drunk on the way her voice filled the room, rough and rich as the chords she played. It was through clenched teeth that you said, setting your pride aside, âDare.â Your cheeks burned when it came out as a moan.Â
You could feel her smile against your skin as she kissed down your stomach, silent for several long, torturous moments. You felt her teeth sink into your hip bone briefly, your hips jerking at the sensation. It earned you a chuckle before you felt Ellieâs hands pressing your hips into the mattress, holding you still. You groaned low in your throat when you felt her tongue against the skin over the band of your shorts, licking a stripe right above the fabric before taking the elastic between her teeth and tugging. You jumped when she released it, the band snapping back against your skin. You didnât have to look at her to see the sparkle in her eye.Â
You swore your heart stopped completely when she murmured, âI wanna go down on you.âÂ
Despite this game she was insistent on playing, it wasnât said like a dare; it was said like a question, or a request. There was no expectation behind it. Ellie was asking, you realized with dizzying satisfation, for permission.Â
âFuck.â It came out as only a breath, a whisper against your tongue. Your fingers ached from gripping the sheets and she hadnât even touched you yet. âFuck,â you tried again, and it was a groan this time but at least it was louder. âYeah. Yeah, please, fuck.â Words were just falling from your lips because when you looked down, Ellie - your roommate, your friend - was watching you, propped between your legs with that fucking smirk, and how could you possibly string together a complete sentence?Â
And Ellie⌠didnât. She didnât follow up on her dare. Not immediately, at least. No, she took her sweet fucking time - always so damn precise, taking her time in hooking her fingers over the band of your shorts. She pulled them down so slowly you could feel every inch down your legs. And then you were lying beneath your roommate in nothing but your underwear - and dammit, if you had known this would be happening, you would have opted for something a little sexier than a cotton pair with constellations on them.Â
Ellie smiled. âCute,â she said, before sinking her teeth into the flesh of your thigh. You were thankful it was cold out - youâd have to wear layers to hide all the places her mouth had been.Â
Your roommate ducked her head, and you gasped when you felt her press a featherlight kiss against the fabric of your underwear, right where warmth pooled between your legs.Â
You huffed, twisting the sheets between your fingers. âGod, youâre such an asshole - fuck-â You were cut off when Ellie licked a stripe up your panties, warm tongue pressing against your throbbing clit. You moaned at the relief, feeling the wetness of her mouth through the fabric. It wasnât enough - you needed to feel her against you, needed her tongue to unravel you piece by piece. You pressed your hips down against her lips but her hands held you in place.Â
You huffed out a breath, her name slipping from your lips when you moaned. âEllieâŚ.âÂ
And then she was yanking your underwear down your hips; you gasped, lifting your ass to help her shove them down. She had only gotten them just below your knees before she was pressing back in, too impatient to finish the job.Â
And - fuck, her mouth. Ellieâs mouth was fucking magic. You moaned into the quiet room when she pressed the flat of her tongue against your pussy, licking a stripe between your lips. You couldnât control the curses slipping between your teeth when her tongue made teasing circles around your clit until you were whimpering, aching for her. She had released your hips to dig her fingers into your thighs, nails digging in, and youâd surely have crescent-shaped bruises there tomorrow - even more to cover up. You pressed your hips down against her, groaning, her name only a whisper: âFuck, Els-âÂ
And then she finally, finally, gave you what you wanted.Â
Ellie ate pussy like it was her fucking job, like she was clocking into a shift and working her ass off for those tips. She lapped at your clit like she was starving, pressing her lips against you until you were dizzy, your entire body tuned in to the warmth of her tongue and the gentle graze of her teeth. You shuddered when you felt that tongue press into your core, a brief pressure that pulled curses from your lips, words tripping over each other: âAh - fuck - fuck, Ellie - oh my God, fuck-âÂ
It didnât take long for tension to build in your stomach. You were intoxicated; you were tipsy, yes, but something about the way Ellie moved her tongue - long, slow circles around your clit, using the flat of her tongue to draw you closer to the edge - was like a damn drug. You got what you wanted: She unraveled you with her tongue, tugging curses from your lips. You could hear your own moans echoing against your quiet bedroom and you couldnât even feel embarrassed about it.Â
Ellie took your clit between her lips and sucked, pulling you into her mouth and-
A long, low moan pulled at your throat when you came. Your hand came up to grip at her hair, fingers twisting in the soft strands. She moaned when you pulled, and the vibration against every nerve pushed you further; you could feel your orgasm in your chest, could feel it trembling in your thighs.Â
Ellie worked you through it, her tongue dancing against you as you rode out your high. She didnât stop, pressing her lips against you, dipping her tongue into your core again, until you were shoving against her head, your hips bucking at the sensitivity.Â
When she raised her head, she was grinning, that wicked, infuriating grin she always had when she was pleased with herself. She rested her head against your thigh for a moment, watching you as you blinked the stars from your eyes. You relaxed your fingers in her hair, smoothing your thumb across her temple.Â
The only thing you could say, breathless and dizzy, was, âFuck, Els. What the fuck?âÂ
Ellie laughed, the sound unarming the silence around you, the anxiety of what this meant. She pressed a kiss to your thigh, right over the little indentations where her nails had dug into the flesh, and just said, âYeah?âÂ
You giggled, tugging at her hair gently. You looked down at your roommate - and you didnât know what this meant for the two of you, but that could be a problem for tomorrow, when you werenât drunk and sleep-deprived and naked beneath your friend. For now, you only said, âTruth or dare?âÂ
Ellie blinked, raising an eyebrow, and said, âTruth.âÂ
You considered not asking for a moment, unsure if you wanted to know, but curiosity pressed at you until you asked, âWhat do I taste like?â
The grin spread wider, Ellieâs eyes sparkling as she pushed herself up. She crawled up your body, taking a moment to press a kiss to your stomach, to the bruises she had left littered across your chest - you moaned when she took a nipple briefly into her mouth. She kissed her way up your neck, across your jaw, sucking at the skin beneath your ear - another fucking bruise to worry about. God, it was like she wanted her signature on you, branded in every inch of your skin.Â
Her face hovered an inch above yours, propping herself up on her elbows, smirking. She leaned in close, leaving room for you to turn away if you wanted. Instead, you tilted your chin up and kissed her again.Â
You wrinkled your nose at the metallic taste of yourself against her lips. You didnât like it, the way your own scent wafted over you. But fuck if you didnât open your mouth when you felt Ellieâs tongue pressing at the seam of your lips. She moaned when your tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, pressing into the taste of you.Â
When she pulled back, her eyes were soft, her cheeks flushed. âLike that.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, turning your face away; you had to admit, even if you hated how you tasted - tasting yourself against her tongue sent a wave of heat between your legs all over again. You only said, âGross.âÂ
Ellie leaned in again, and you felt her lips ghosting against your jaw. You felt her breath against your skin when she whispered, âTruth or dare?âÂ
You lifted your chin to give her access to your neck, sighing when she pressed a kiss against your pulse. âTruth.âÂ
Her breath huffed against you when she chuckled before raising her head to meet your eyes again, that same cocky smile spread across her lips. âWas that better than a six?âÂ
âOh, fuck off.â You shoved against her until she rolled off of you.Â
She flopped back against the mattress, still laughing, but she was holding her arm out for you. You only hesitated for a moment - but even if she was your roommate, she just made you see stars, so itâs not like cuddling would push against the boundary you had already broken. You curled into her, laying your head on her chest, the sports bra she was still wearing soft against your cheek.
You sighed, skimming your fingertips against the warm skin of her stomach. âYeah,â you whispered before you could stop yourself. âDefinitely better than a six.âÂ
You were starting to fall asleep, your eyes growing heavy, your study notes effectively forgotten. You burrowed into her further, wrapping your arm around her and pressing your fingers against her hip. You briefly wondered where the vodka bottle had ended up in the mess, but Ellie didnât seem in any particular hurry to untangle herself from you, so you figured it could wait - surely it would be okay if she slept in your room for one night.
Just before you dozed off, you heard Ellie murmur, âYou left the window open.âÂ
#listen i'm writing a novel rn so i forgot how to write short things#ellie tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x reader#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#lesbian smut#ellie x you#ellie the last of us#ellie williams tlou#tlou smut#idk man#tlou 2 x reader#i might change the title idk i couldn't think of anything#i haven't written fanfiction in. like 8 or 9 years i think lol
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Okay, hear me out: Oviposition with your insect-morph or alien partner that can go either to a cnc/dubcon play space if you want, but like...reader slowly becomes addicted to being a broodmother. Bonus points if reader is a fembunny with strong breeding instinct? :3
A/N: Hi there! This was hella fun to write, I though it would make more sense not to make reader a bunny hybrid but hope this meets all your expectations, I personally think turned out pretty good. (Also want to recommend this Stardew Valley fic because itâs the first time I read brood-mother kink and it def changed my perspective). Enjoy!
Brood-mother
Insect-monsters x fem!reader || oviposition, free use, heavy dub-con, breeding, brood-mother kink, aphrodisiacs
You walked into that cave without idea, without knowing what the fuck you were supposed to do there. When the wizard hired you for a special mission, going as far as looking specifically for you because apparently you had everything he needed, you didnât argue much. He said some cryptic stuff as he gave you instructions to walk into the cave and look for something, he only said youâll know when you found it, and you, silly you, accepted. It was good money, and it seemed simple enough, even if the wizard was creepy as fuck and you didnât even know what you were looking for.
You had been walking in the cave for less than ten minutes when you felt something against your back, and you fell face down to the ground. You didnât have time to turn around, didnât have time to react before you felt some slimy substance around your hands and ankles. It was disgusting and you tried to get it off but you couldnât move, the substance pinned you down to the ground. You were panicking, unable to move in any direction⌠and then you felt it. It was like tiny pokes against your back, against your legs, and buzzing sounds that made you shiver. What was that?
You turned your head to the side in time to see a bunch of crawling-insects running in your direction, you were about to scream when something was shoved inside your mouth. You didnât know what it was, but it tasted amazing and you latched to it, sucking strongly to get more of that substance. The reaction was fast, your whole body getting hotter as you felt the first insects getting to your body.
The tore your clothes off, your body being stripped as you groaned and moaned against the weird thing in your mouth, unable to scream, unable to stop sucking that sweet nectar that was driving you slowly insane. You barely remembered the words of the wizard when they said you would be prepared and ready when they arrived. What seemed cryptic at the moment made total sense when you realized they were preparing you for them, they were making sure you were fertile and breedable for them.
They needed a queen⌠and they found you.
That was your last thought before you felt something akin to a cock was shoved into your pussy without preamble. It felt weird, ridged and harder than a human penis, but it rubbed against your walls in a way that made your head dizzy with pleasure as you got wetter and wetter. It didnât take long before you felt the appendage parting inside of you, the side pressing against your G-spot, the tip probing at your cervix before something was inserted into your uterus. An egg. They were laying eggs inside of you. You wanted to run away, to scream⌠to care. But it felt so good. It felt too good and your brain wasnât even yours anymore, you could only think of pleasure and breeding, of being full of them so you could be their queen. Their real queen.
That cock was pulled out and another took its place, thrusting into your body without mercy as you squirmed in pleasure, your pussy convulsing as you came around it. Another egg was pushed inside you. And another dick shoved inside your dripping pussy. An egg. A dick. An egg. A dick. It was an intoxicating circle that drove your brain and body into a frenzy.
Youâd never felt something like that, being at the complete mercy of creatures you couldnât even name was making you aroused, aroused to the point of juices pooling under your body. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but deep down you knew you were just perverted, and the fact that you were just a fuck-hole to breed for them⌠it made you hot. The idea that you will be pregnant with all their eggs⌠it made your clit tingle harder as another egg was pushed inside of you. It was intoxicating.
It continued for hours, they pumped you so full of eggs you felt about to explode, your stomach distended pushed your body into an awkward angle that only made your pussy more available for the next round. So many of them filled you, you lost count of how many eggs there could be inside of you. You came so many times you couldnât keep your eyes open anymore.
But then the buzzing stopped. âShush little explorer, Iâve sent them away, they already did their job⌠They found the brood-mother,â the creepy voice of the wizard resonated inside your half asleep brain as you felt the slimy restrains disappear and he took your body, too tired to fight back.
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Yandere Stalker x you
Rated 18 + â mature short content !
Includes: Stalking, blood, fem reader, stealing, heâs weird as fuck, male masturbation, heâs infatuated with you.
*This fic is influenced by Youâa great tv show btw. Iâm trying to give him a joe goldberg vibe. I really thought of the weirdest and freakiest shit he could do⌠Here is part two! He is referred to as âyour stalkerâ and this is purely fictional writing!*
Synopsis: Your stalker goes to extreme lengths to feel close to you. Nothing really phases him, and that includes your period blood.
Whatâs more dangerous than a man madly in love?
He stalked you to a coffee shop. He sat a couple tables away from you, and he ordered a random drink. He never really cared for the overpriced concoctions these baristas made, and he really was here for you. He watched your white straw turn into a different color when you sip on your drink, and he sighed happily as he thought you looked hot with your lips puckered.
Sure enough, every sip was like a punch to your bladder. You got up from your seat and you walked to the restroom.
Was this disgusting? He asked himself as his cheek hit the cold tile floor. He was currently hiding in the womenâs bathroom, spying on you as you did your business. And to his elation, you were on your period. He watched as you pulled down your pants, and you sat down onto the toilet, his eyes honing in on the pad that lays on your panties. As you changed your sanitary pad and wrapped up the old one, you pulled your pants back up and walked out of the stall. His eyes following the sight of your shoes and you stopped at the trash can, he hears a faint noise, and then the sound of the water turning on.
When you finally left, he walked out of the stall he was hiding in, and he approached the trash can. He gently pushed the opening, and his arm traveled down inside to look for the pad you threw away. He prayed that all of the wet substances that he was feeling was just soggy paper towels.
He then feels a plastic film, and it was sort of short but thick in width, and he grabbed onto it. He pulled it out and he inspected the orange colored wrapper. He was curious since he didnât have a uterus, and also didnât know what it was like to have a period, and he then sniffed it.
It definitely smelled odd⌠It sort of tingled his senses, the aroma of metallic blood and the natural scent of your body wasâŚ. sort of triggering a deep rooted instinct inside him. But that didnât stop him from stashing it away into his pocket. He quickly put his hood up and he walked out of the restroom.
He had to jog a bit to catch up with you, he saw you sharply turn the corner, and he almost panicked when he couldnât see you anymore. The last time this had happened, a crowd swarmed him and he hasnât seen you in months. For five hellish months he had to try to find you again. It certainly wasnât easy to find someone that didnât document every single moment of their life on the internet.
A year prior before he started to stalk you in person, he wanted to stalk you online. He was pretty sure everyone stalks their crush on their socials, he remembers seeing your name on the coffee cup you were holding, and he scrolled through endless usernames. He squinted his eyes and he tried to look at the tiny profile pictures.
None of them looked like you.
He couldnât find your perfect face anywhere! He slammed his fists onto his desk, and his mind was racked with potential username ideas. Maybe you liked flowers? He started to name every single flower he knows, and he typed that with your name. He frowned when the page ended up empty, zero profiles showing up.
He soon found out you had zero social media presence.
He shoves his way through, bumping into seemingly everyoneâs shoulder, and after handing out half hearted apologiesâŚhe finally saw you enter a store.
He looked up at the sign: âRated: Adventurous,â it said. There was apparently a huge sale going on⌠whips and leashes half off⌠wait what?
He didnât peg you to be the kinky type, but to be fair he didnât know much about you. You keep your cards close and have a small knit of friends. He walked into a different aisle from you, trying to look normal by grabbing a random adult toy as he glanced at you. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you held a ten inch dildo in your hands, jesus. He looked down at his own crotch, his cheeks burning red and he cleared his throat. He put away the leather mask in his hand, and he inched a bit closer to you when you walk to the cashier. He notes that you mostly pay in cash, rarely using your card, and he noticed how you barely look around your surroundings. You didnât even look his wayâeven when he was standing right in front of you, you just brushed past him and walked out of the store.
Huh.
He stands a couple of feet behind you as you hailed a cab, he makes sure to take a good look at the driver, and he saw you get in and buckle up. Itâs not safe in the city, and even cab drivers had partaken in dangerous and criminal activities. Just last week a driver kidnapped a couple and fled out of the state. If you were to disappearâhe knows exactly who to blame.
He quickly ran to his car and he followed after you. Running a couple of red lights doesnât hurt anybodyâ maybe his walletâ but itâs worth it if it means protecting you.
He felt like he could finally relax as you made it home safely. He is now sitting in his parked car, idly fiddling with his fingers as you walked up to your front door.
He hoped that when you were pleasuring yourself you were imagining a man like him. Because he thinks of you when his pants are down.
Night has fallen and heâs been parked outside of your house for hours. He liked that it was dark out, because when he stares into your lamp lit apartment- all he could see is you and everything else is blocked out. Youâve always been a little tease, and the outfits you wore were always a bit scantily clad. But even now⌠it was like you were purposefully trying to trigger a response from him. You were just standing there, your arms crossed, and dressed in just a robe.
Just a tiny peek of your ankles and calves sent chills down his body. His hands started to work to unbuckle his belt, his zipper becomes unzipped, and he pulled out his hardened cock.
He wished you wouldâve flashed him right there and then. He wanted a glimpse of your tits, just to see if they sag or if they were perky, and to see if your nipples were pink or brown. He would want to hold them in his hands. He wonders if you are shaven down there, or perhaps you liked to grow a bush. He wonders if your blood continued to flow out of you, dripping down your leg for him to lick and lap up. Would you like that? For him to spread your legs and help soothe your cramps?
He wouldnât mind to have his fingers turn red, to have his hands and mouth stained of your heavenly essence. He wouldnât mind if you got frustrated that his fingers couldnât reach the deepest part of you, and that you wanted him to use his dick to impale you. A little blood never hurt. His eyes rolled back, and the muscles in his arms tightening as they furiously worked hard to jerk him off.
âShit baby, that feels so goodâŚâ He groaned, his back arching as he was teeming for his release. His imagination running wild with the thought of you coming to his car to pleasure him. âIâm close Iâm close Iâm closeââ
He used his other hand to reach into his pocket and he fished out the used pad, his teeth ripping the plastic, and his nose digs into the cotton. He let out a loud moan, your scent bringing him comfort, and his cock twitched as he came all over. His cum dribbling down his shaft, and dripping onto his hand. He sighed, and he cleaned himself up. He kept a box of tissues in the glove box, he wiped himself down and he looked in the mirror. There was a bit of your blood on his nose and chin, his tongue swiping at the area and he savored the taste.
The orgasm was so good that it lulled him to sleep, his soft cock still in his palm, and he snored away.
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YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO INFODUMP PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT WIGGLY'S SIBLINGS???? THAT HE APPARENTLY HAS????
omg ok SO
Meet the Lords in Black. Charming, aren't they?
Yes, Wiggly does indeed have four brothers who all do different things, so I'll cover them one by one, in order of introduction (since we've already met each of them in Nightmare Time at least once). BTW Nightmare Time has a fuckton of lore in it that I won't go into here, so even though I am about to spoil significant parts of it for you, I do recommend watching it, it's really good and if there's enough interest they might make a third one!
(Also you might notice they're all in doll form in this picture. This is how we knew them up until NPMD introduced us to what I call their Tumblr sexyman forms. Which are rad as hell by the way.)
So you already know Wiggly. That little green fucker, Wiggog Y'Wrath, the Capitalist Cthulu who does uwu-speak and starts a cult by invading people's minds. This will become a bit of a reoccurring theme with these guys. He's also the only one to successfully start an apocalypse, and the only one to have attempted to birth himself into our reality. (Or is he? We'll get to that...) He does seem to have some kind of dominion over the other LiB, as whenever all five of them show up there's always emphasis placed on him, like in NPMD where he does most of the talking while his siblings occasionally butt in.
Now for Bliklotep. Blinky seems to have slightly lower-scale ambitions than Wiggly, but don't let that fool you. Eyeball Boi is still incredibly dangerous. He runs an amusement park, WatcherWorld, deep within the Hatchetfield Witchwood. But it's not for the amusement of the patrons. Oh no. It's for Blinky's own amusement. Once you step inside, every insecurity, every shred of potential conflict will be ripped to the forefront, turning people against each other to the point of trying to kill each other until he's fully infected their minds. It's implied that, if not all, but a significant chunk of the workers at WatcherWorld were once patrons before having their minds taken over by Blinky. He's also implied to be the thing in Trail To Oregon that Jack Bauer sees during his venom-induced hallucination, as Blinky is referred to as "The Watcher With 1,000 Eyes", which is exactly what JB says he sees? Making Blinky the only LiB to induce a Starkid crossover. My headcanon is that the Dikrats founded Hatchetfield. But regardless.
Next up on the roster is Tinky. T'noy Karaxis, the Time Bastard. You may be wondering about that one line in NPMD where he recognised Pete as a Spankoffski, and said he "could have the whole set in his toybox". Has Tinky gone after Pete's relatives?
Well. Um. You know Ted, right? Yeah, his name is Spankoffski. He's Pete's big brother. We actually got the surname reveal before the brother reveal, lol. And that's not the only reveal we got about Ted. Our boy Teddy Bear has this whole entire tragic backstory and it turns out he gets fucked over in literally every timeline! Isn't that fun?
So, to summarise an entire episode: Tinky makes travel fuckery happen, Ted wants to go back in time to fix his life, accidentally goes back to before the time machine was created and gets stuck in the past, literally. Tinky is watching and laughing at the whole thing, then shows up to blow Ted's brain to smithereens with his weird little magic box, the Bastard's Box, where he stores all the people he toys with. Anyway Ted eventually catches up with the present by aging, except now no one knows who he is, he's... actually I won't spoil that. But once he dies he ends up eternally trapped and tortured in the Bastard's Box. Yaaay.
Fast forward to Nightmare Time 2 and we get introduced to Nibbly, in possibly the most unexpected way imaginable. He's revealed to have been behind a whole episode literally right at the end of said episode, and even though it was kind of foreshadowed, it hits you like a freight train in the best way. Remember when I said Wiggly was the only one who tried to birth himself into reality? That was kind of a lie. Nibblenephim can sort of do that anyway. Every year, he can possess a bunch of carcasses and create a living form to walk the earth for one night. He also has a cult of followers who provide him with the carcasses, as well as a sacrifice to feed on. There's a little more to it, specifically with how the sacrifice is chosen, but again, I'm trying to spoil as little as possible. Go watch Nightmare Time. Nibbly also seems to have a "pig" motif, and his theme song, The Nibbly Ditty, is a banger, easily my favourite of the three LiB theme songs we've heard so far.
And finally, we are introduced to Pokotho, in the very last episode of NMT2.
Except no. We were formally introduced to Pokey there, yes, but we've seen his apocalypse already. Long before NPMD, before Nightmare Time, even before Black Friday.
Yeah, remember me saying that Wiggly was the only one to successfully start an apocalypse? That was also a lie! Pokey already did that, and he did it without ever showing his masked face. Remember The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals? The blue spores that came down in a meteor and turned everyone into singing zombies? That was Pokey's doing! That's his blue spores! That's his apocalypse!
This also provides an explanation for why blowing up the meteor didn't work. Emma and Hidgens were right about the hivemind thing, but wrong about the location of the central brain. It wasn't the meteor - the meteor was just the vessel which carried the spores to Earth. The central brain was sitting safely up in the Black and White, laughing as Paul blew himself to smithereens. The central brain was Pokey, the Singular Voice, the most uncompromising of his brothers. The one who hates every voice that is not his own, hence the hivemind and making all of his zombies speak in HIS voice.
Anyway in NMT2 he's happily collecting musical zombies by taking on a human form and infiltrating a fighting ring of superpowered children until he has enough to kickstart another apocalypse. (Don't question it, we're almost done). He also calls himself Otho, not Pokey, making him the only LiB to have two different abbreviations of his name. Hannah is also there (remember her? Lex's little sister?) and she is like incredibly important to this whole thing, she has a super powerful mind, but that's a whole other thing.
But I did mention Hannah for a reason. Because you said "Wiggly's SIBLINGS". And while the Lords in Black are always referred to as brothers, they do have one more sibling. A sister. A Queen in White. And her name is Webby.
Yep, Hannah's imaginary friend isn't imaginary, who could have guessed? She's benevolent, always trying her best to combat her brothers' antics, but given that there's one of her and five of them, this is a bit of an uphill battle. Webby doesn't have a full name that we know of, nor does she have a doll. We don't know much about her. And she may not be all-powerful - but then again, neither are her brothers.
Infodump concluded. Hope this helps, it was very fun to write.
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i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i'm in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.
i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i'm 30, and i'm having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.
what they don't tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don't know what i'm fucking doing, because i always assumed i'd just go ahead and die. i didn't die, and i'm grateful for that, and i'm very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that's my roommate, adhd. ignore the glass, bytheway, that's ocd.
so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you're, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don't have any sick days left, and a job's not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it's also like - it's yours, so you're fond of it.
and it's like - you're real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you're not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you're not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you've learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and yeah sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you're trying. even if you're never gonna be normal, you have something... close enough.
and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it's saying i trust you now. you won't give me up.
#does this even MAKE SENSE!!!!!#writeblr#btw what im trying to express in that first sentence is EXPLICITLY the feeling of logging off therapy to immediately go back to work#like :) haha!
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