#closer/crawl

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WIP Wednesday

Well hey, sugar @magpiepills!!

Thank you for asking, Bat. I'm SO excited to read what you've got coming up. Secret smut always gets the heart going, and Joel doing awful, nasty things?? Sign me the fuck up.

Now, let's see...

This week, I'm hoping to finally wrangle the first part of my Javi P series, Fire, Walk With Me. Here's a wee snippet (or two) below.

‘You two should fuck,’ Steve says, gesturing between you and Javi with his pen. You whip your head round and frown at him. Steve, you mouth, appalled, betrayed. He spreads his hands to shield himself from your accusation. ‘What?’ He says, ‘I call it like I see it. And you’re both being a pain in my ass. Whatever this is - you could probably solve it with a good, hard fuck.’

‘You know, baby,’ you drawl, voice dripping with honey, thick with teasing, ‘I meant what I said earlier.’ His proximity sends a warning tingle down your spine, but you still step closer. Javi’s face flickers with a quick succession of emotions. Irritation, confusion, intrigue, something else – ‘If you're jealous – if you're curious…’ Your breath grazes the shell of his ear as you lean in. The words hang in the air, the beginning of a challenge. Javi’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes close involuntary. You make sure he feels the light graze of your fingers as they ghost the buttons of his shirt. You make sure your pinky swipes the edge of his downturned palm. His lips part in a soft, full-mouthed pout. He flexes his hands into a white-knuckled grip on the edge of his desk, and a sick little thrill trickles through you. You smile cruelly as you finish the sentence. ‘All you gotta do is ask.’

I'm also making time for Closer/Crawl, a Jackson!Joel fic which I've talked about here.

And maybe a lil smutty something for my tommy's party babies.

You watch as he moves down your body, nuzzling your skin with his hot cheeks, his warm nose, breathing you in when he pushes his t-shirt up over your stomach. When he reaches your underwear, he takes the top band of elastic between his teeth, pulls back, and lets it snap against your skin. You moan quietly, but your eyes are already closing again. ‘’M so tired, baby,’ you slur, lifting your lashes slightly to watch the man between your thighs. He blinks up at you, pupils swallowing up the deep brown of his iris, warm and gooey and bloodshot. His fingers hook in the sides of your panties, and the heat of his hands feels so delicious, you think you might melt away. He mouths a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your clothed cunt, slow and languid, and you almost drift off against the pressure, his breath, the tingle between your legs. ‘Frankie,’ you moan. Barely more than a whisper, barely more than a twitch of your hips to warn him of your drowsiness, of your need, of whichever wins first. Frankie rests his cheek on your thigh, the roundness of it squished to slant his eye almost shut. ‘Can I just… put my mouth on you?’ he murmurs back. Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes closing softly against the muted dusk of your room, the heat, the heaviness. They roll back as he presses his nose to your still-clothed clit. You expel a deep, lazy breath. ‘... Might fall asleep.’ you confess. ‘That’s okay,’ he says, voice deep, rolling. He squeezes your hip and begins to pull your panties down. ‘Just wanna taste you.’

Wishing a happy WIP Wednesday to @punkshort @schnarfer @janaispunk @pascalpvnk @swiftispunk and anyone else who feels like joining. What's going on? Hope you're having a lovely week <33333

[hedgehog-moss]

Morille, Merricat & Mascarille in a floral mood 🌸 

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I was thinking about this AU again.

Tim not knowing how to cuddle. How does he do it? He's not accustomed to physical touch, even now with his friends and family he has no idea how to do something so intimate.

Leaning into someone's side isn't the same as spooning them, how do you even go about this? Where should he put his arm?

I think it's hilariously sad if he just doesn't know how to cuddle, as his kids grow up he starts to get the hang of it but then all of a sudden it's not his kids he cuddling but his PARTNER.

And now he's back at square 1.

tim being awkward about receiving physical affection is my JAM, as someone who's extremely touch-starved i project on him like crazy

so adding to this: as soon as he gets how to act around this, he just can't get enough. both with his kids and with kon, like, he holds a baby against his chest, not even sure if he's doing it right, but all he knows is that this little warm weight feels nice in his arms, and so does feather-like hair tickling his jaw, and so do little fists clutching at his shirt. in kon's arms, however, he just positively melts like five minutes in, and the next thing you know he's always all over kon the second they're left alone — he's sneaking under kon's arm in the morning while kon's still asleep, constantly makes excuses just to sit on his lap, rests his cheek against kon's back while he's making breakfast and he's SO AWKWARD about it but he just can't help himself

[rottensalem]

chester bennington, may he rest in peace.

[haunted-desert]

Happy birthday, Chester ♡

[skunkes]

guy liker moment

[ssreeder]

my favorite thing to do you ask? reading the updates while completely ignoring the fact that the fic is ending soon 🧍🏾‍♀️

My current mood trying to finish liab:

[sportsthoughts]

miserable injury update:

[laqueus]

I'm rewatching Finding Dory, and Hank is honestly a miracle of animation

[luxurychristmaspudding]

Ooooh hi could I please hear about Closer/Crawl (Jackson!Joel x reader)? 💕

Omg, of course!!!!

P.S. I love your work - you are such a talented creator!! <3333

‘I didn’t have a duty to you. We weren’t friends. You weren’t my woman. You were just a sad, lost, lonely little girl who couldn’t keep her fuckin’ hands to herself.'

‘How dare you. How dare you tell me how I felt when you have no idea what it was like to watch you parade around with Tess and have you look at me like I was shit on your shoe. How dare you tell me I didn’t love you when I lied and lied and did everything you asked me to. When I would have laid myself down at your feet and begged you to take me, to help me - and when I did, you turned your back like you couldn’t stand the fuckin’ sight of me.’

So the rough idea is that reader and Joel meet again in Jackson, six years after reader vanished from the Boston QZ.

They had a tumultuous and volatile relationship during that time, and Closer/Crawl would be the resolution(ish) of all that unresolved tension and emotion. They had an unconventional payment system for trading (mostly meds), and Joel was King Dick of Asshole Mountain until it was too late. Very much a kind of - if you had one more chance to talk about it, what would be said?

I think it'd be interesting to see how their previous dynamic switches as a result of him softening because of Ellie and reader having experienced more of the world. And it'd bring me some kind of perverse pleasure to see Joel get put through the wringer for not treating reader right lol.

Eek - anyway, thank you very much for asking!!! And ask away if you have anymore questions hehe xx

Nothing but Joel and snow and ice for miles around.

You could die out here and never be found. No one would ever know a whisper of your death.

And that, really, is why you had to go. The heaviness of grief - of not knowing, of knowing. All that you'd seen, all you had not.

What happened to that sweet older man with the crows feet around his kind eyes, who used to serve your family at the Italian restaurant downtown? Did he make it? You grandparents, the other side of the state - how long did they last, waiting on your dad’s promise to come and get them, holed up in their tiny house, waiting for the apocalypse to end? The sweet, blonde haired girl you went to school with, who always had a spare hair tie, who impressed you with her cat cartoons - where was she now? Your cousins, who you spent every Christmas with - had they teared around your house, up and down the stairs, outside - had they tried to find you? Did they wonder what had happened? Come to your broken doorstep years later to try and piece together the mystery of this torn up family, these torn up people, fallen to their knees and wept because they’d also felt so alone?

Of what happened to your mom, locked up in the bathroom of the home you fled, her screeches and screams, the thump of her body against the door?

Being alive in this world means to feel too much. It bears down heavy on your chest so hard most days you struggle to breathe. Every single day of the last 20 years has burned and suffocated and stretched on like drowning.

[aforgottenthing]

Do you think Lawrence took up smoking after the bathroom trap?

[cowardlycowboys]

some of you say really weird things to strangers

[tai-janai]

huntcheat will think about crawling into the other's chest to feel safe and comforted and then both get upset when that cant actually happen

[ash-and-starlight]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW VERSION OF THE SWORD GRANDMA AD

every day i experience the horrors

[kkoct-ik]

i think i might be loved

[dent-de-leon]

I really wish newly resurrected King Molly could've seen Frumpkin before Caleb let him go. It would've been so cute if we got another little moment like this where Tealeaf sees a cat and his eyes just light up--