#like. whats up there milla??? are you hiding something?

[lecliss]

I hit that scene where its said the villagers of Nia Khera are all descendants of Kresnik and I am once again thinking about the fact that that implies Ivar is a very very distant relative of Ludger, Julius, and even Elle. Like, imagine being related to Ivar of all people.

[despairots]

can you write...you force miles 42 to take selfies but hes not into it but hell do anything for you?

━━━━━━━━ hey, smile!

earth42! miles morales x gn! reader. just fluff and miles being absolutely hooked for you. spanish translations my not be accurate since they’re from google translate! i always forget to add the translations at the end of oneshot so i’ll try to remember but its school so and i live in canada gasp

does anyone remember that meme with the “hey, smile!” camera shutter? cause i do and i felt like it match so giggles. anyways you must love earth 42 miles — i do too but earth 1610 still my boo.

he hated taking photos, like he really did, and most people knew that he did. but god, he must love you so much to the point where he agreed to do this with you.

miles grumbled at the constant question of, “can i take a photo of you?” from people all a like, especially you and his mother.

his hands caressed your waist, keeping you slightly away from him as you kept trying to take photos with him, “mi vida, please.” he sighed with his hands now on your face, making you look at him.

“eres cojo, miles.” you scoffed with an eye roll, “even your mom agrees, right, mrs morales?” you looked over to his mom with a smirk, she laughed at the two of you.

“[nombre] tiene razón, millas.” she placed a hand on her waist, a smile showing that she was enjoying the lovers quarrel. “mamá!” miles groaned at his mother.

you giggled, giving miles a quick peck on the lip before going over to his mother, “mrs. morales, since miles, here, doesn’t want to take pictures, wanna show me his baby pictures?”

you threw miles an evil smile over your shoulder as mrs. morales squealed in excitement, miles wouldn’t admit it but he did want to take a picture with you.

he went behind you, hugging your waist as his head was in the crook of your neck to hide the light pigment on his cheek.

“aww, he’s so cute when he was adorable.” he could technically feel the way you smiled.

“but he’s a lot cuter now.” you chuckled as you felt miles grumble into your neck, he’s accent, the way he held himself up, the braids in his hair, everything about him was photogenic.

“you guys are so cute.” mrs. morales commented, pinching miles cheek who let it happen. “take [name] to your room while i prepare dinner. es mejor que tu habitación esté limpia.”

“si mamá.” he took you by the hand, guiding you to his room, “you’re such a mommies boy.” you sat on his bed, smiling up at him as he just smirked.

that smirk, you wanted to kiss it off he’s face, your boyfriend is so cute.

“i love you so much, cariño.” miles kissed you on the nose as you glarrd at him for not kissing you directly, “not even a kiss on the lip.” the pout on your lip made you even cuter.

miles lightly chuckled, pushing you onto your back to cuddle, one of his hand caressing your cheek with love in his eyes.

“why don’t you like photos, cariño?”

“i don’t.” he always had a quick response, “then why don’t you take photos?” you propped yourself up by your elbows, “never crossed my mind, mi vida.” he grabbed you by the waist, pushing you back down and pulled you towards him to cuddle.

you smiled and grabbed your phone from your pocket, swiping left to open the camera app, taking a few photos of miles, thinking that he didn’t know.

he obviously knew but he didn’t tell you. he loved you, adored you. he spoiled you so much, whenever you two went shopping, he used his money, his card.

even if you went shopping by yourself—to be groceries or something— you’ll be using his card.

he worshipped you like angel from above that was sent down for him, and as his the prowler and possessive (even though you are too), he wouldn’t let anyone touch you, anger you.

he knew what to calm you down, make you happy, respected your needs, he wanted the best for you. after his father had died, you completely shut himself off until you came back to the city.

you giggled, miles looking over your shoulder seeing that you were sending the photos to his mother. he smiled and placed a warm, chaste kiss on your cheek.

“i love you, mi vida.”

you turned around to look at him, hands on his cheek as you placed kisses all over his face. first on his forehead, his eyelid, his nose and then a quick kiss on the lip.

“i love you too, miles.”

“no nickname?”

“i love you too, cariño.”

[aurorawritestoescape]

MORNING BLISS

Pairing: post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel surprises you with a hammock and uses it to its full potential.

Tw: 18+ mdni smut, almost pwp, fluff, big age gap (reader in her early 20s, Joel’s in his late 50s), f!oral, somno, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy talk (not a lot), fingering, cumeating, swearing, pussy slapping, Joel can pick up reader.

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: I’m tired of winter and snow and would love to get dicked down by Joel under the sun. Thus the fic. Thank you to @milla-frenchy for beta reading😘 Hope y’all will like it!❤️

MASTERLIST

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The bright morning sun woke you up shining through a tiny crack between the drapes right in your face. You turned on your other side away from the light and saw the bed next to you empty.

You sat up looking around Joel’s bedroom and rubbing your sleepy eyes. It was 4:15 on the clock and you furrowed your brows. You remembered that it was his day off so he probably couldn’t sleep which wasn’t rare those days.

You sometimes teased him saying that old people always got up early. He grumbled at you but a little curve of his lips told you that he wasn't offended. He often said that the hefty age difference between you two made him feel younger.

You got out of bed to look for him. Joel’s tee enveloping you like a soft cloud and the wetness between your thighs reminded you of the night before. First you had made him forget his name sucking on his cock and then he’d fucked you hard and stuffed your pussy full of his seed. You felt it soaking your boyshorts as soon as you got up.

You could have gone back to sleep but the bright sun and the thoughts of Joel stole the last traces of your sleepiness.

You stuck your head out of the bedroom and called his name but everything was quiet. You went downstairs- nothing. The only other option was the backyard. You went to the back door, put on your zip up hoodie hanging there, shoved your feet into a pair of old crocs and went outside.

The summer sun blinded you for a second and you paused on the back porch. The rays were already hot but the morning breeze made you shiver and the skin on your naked legs erupted in goosebumps.

The backyard was quite big and it took you a few seconds to notice Joel crouching among the apple trees behind the bushes. The trees were old and tall and you loved sitting under them with a good book while the canopies were hiding you from the heat of the sun but still letting you bask in its warmth.

You stepped on the grass from the porch but immediately jumped back as the cold morning dew reached your feet. Inwardly you scolded yourself for getting so soft but that’s what the safe life in Jackson had done to you and you couldn’t complain.

“Joel!” you called, raising your voice but trying not to be too loud, afraid of waking up Joel’s neighbors. He didn’t turn around. The thought that his hearing had got worse panged your heart.

You shouted a little louder and he finally looked your way, got up and walked to you with a warm smile on his face. His forehead was glistening with sweat and his shirt was opened revealing a gray tee underneath.

“What are you doing over there?” You asked, hugging his middle as soon as he came up to you. The scent and warmth of his body enveloped you and you took a deep breath melting in his arms.

“Ehm..I have something for you.”

“Really? What?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as his big hands glided over your ass cheeks warming you up.

“Be patient, sweetheart. I need a couple minutes to finish up. Get me some water, would ya?”

You raised your brow. Joel wasn't one for surprises. He was loving, caring and sweet but loud gestures were not his thing, especially in your situation. Yet you saw his love in little things every day.

You pecked his scruffy cheek and went inside to pour him a glass of water.

When you came out again your impatience won over and you slowly walked to the trees trying not to spill the water.

You saw it immediately. Strung between two apple trees there was a light pink hammock. You came up to Joel who was tying one end of it to the trunk.

“Where did you find it?”

“In the clothing store. Thought you might like it. You always sit here reading and now you can lounge in this thing,” he replied, taking the glass from you.

“I love it, Joel! Thank you!” You kissed him and walked closer to the present while Joel was draning the water.

“It’s big enough for the two of us! Wanna cuddle?” you asked with a little bounce in your legs, your eyes full of hope.

Joel placed the empty grass on the ground and rubbed the back of his neck looking at the swaying bed.

“Baby, I’m too heavy for it. I ain’t risking your new reading spot,” he shook his head and offered, “Lie down and I’ll sit over there.”

He pointed to the spot under the tree and you pouted your lips regretting that you can’t enjoy the new bed together. But he was right - it didn’t look strong enough for the two of you especially with the canvas and the cords surely being more than 20 years old.

“Ok,” you sighed and stretched out your arm silently asking Joel to support you. When you got in, the bed swayed a little and you squeaked, but Joel immediately stopped the motion holding the bed steady.

“Scared little mouse. You’ll be fine,” he chuckled.

“Hey! How about you get in and risk falling on your ass!” You grumbled trying to hide your smile.

When you finally settled in, Joel sat on the grass facing you, leaning against the tree. He was intently watching you adjust to the new place, his face glowing with content.

“It’s amazing!” you exclaimed nesting in your new favorite spot in his house. Second favorite, you corrected yourself. The best place was in his arms without a doubt.

The material felt secure yet soft under you. You looked up and marveled at the golden rays filtering through the canopies of the apple trees.

“It’s perfect, Joel. Thank you,” you purred, lifting your head to give him a warm smile.

“I have a feeling you’ll be livin’ here now,” he said, feigning annoyance.

You giggled, putting your head down and closing your eyes. It seemed like you were flying, with the bed swaying a little in the air, the warmth of the sun relaxing you and lulling you to sleep.

It wasn’t surprising that soon you drifted off.

You woke up as suddenly as you fell asleep. Maybe the birds were chirping too loudly or maybe a hand gently caressing your inner thigh woke you up. You kept your eyes closed thinking that you were still dreaming. The hand slid up your leg to the apex of your thighs and you felt a finger caressing your clit over your boyshorts.

Your breath hitched when the finger slipped under the fabric and the skin on skin contact made you flutter your eyes open.

Joel was standing over you, his eyes glued to the place where his finger was swirling around your sensitive bud.

You moaned and he looked into your eyes.

“Sleep, baby, it’s still early,” he told you, his eyes dark and full of affection.

“Ahh, Joel,” you whispered, feeling a fire starting inside your core. “I want you.”

He hummed while his finger glided down to your hole to gather some of your slick. He brought it to your clit and you moaned louder as the added wetness made the caress ecstatically pleasant.

“Make me come, please,” you asked impatiently.

“Ya wanna come, sweetheart?”

You nodded your sleepy head. The sun was making you drowsy, everything felt more like a dream than a reality.

“Ok, baby. C’mon.”

You thought he was going to lie down next to you. But he took you in his arms and lifted your body, then carefully placed you across the hammock. This way one side of the canvas was under the middle of your thighs while the other - under your head. Your legs dangling without any support made the bed careen to one side but Joel hastily stood between your legs, clasped your thighs with his warm hands and kept you and the hammock straight. His hips were between your legs that way.

You felt yourself gush looking up at him towering over you, broad and strong.

“She wants you,” you purred as your fingers brushed your clothed pussy.

“I see that. Look at this needy wet spot.”

“Yes, Joel, and…”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Your cum from last night is leaking out”.

Joel growled hearing your words and in the next moment he kneeled down between your legs placing your thighs on his broad shoulders.

“Lemme see,” He almost whispered, fanning your crotch with his warm breath and making you whimper.

A nod of your head sent his hands up and he hooked his fingers under the waistband before peeling your shorts off. He was careful not to make you sway too much and fall and you helped him bucking your hips up. He put your shorts next to himself on the grass and returned his gaze to your now naked pussy.

He licked his plush lower lip and you swallowed loudly waiting for what he was about to do to you.

“Put your feet on the hammock, sweetheart,” he asked, holding your hips with his strong hands. You lifted your legs off his shoulders, bent your knees and placed your feet on the bed. Your pussy bloomed in front of his face and his satisfied groan mixed with the sounds of the early summer morning.

“She’s so pretty…and all mine,” he mumbled, pressing his thumbs to your folds and spreading them. Your clit was already pulsating and drops of creamy wetness beaded at your entrance.

“I’m all yours, Joel.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, brushing his fingers over your folds and then your mound but torturously avoiding your neediest places. You began squirming with impatience.

“Shh, keep still, baby, or you’ll fall. Let’s see what I left you last night.”

You opened your thighs wider and he pushed his middle finger into your hole, palm up. You gasped and your hips twitched making the hammock sway a little. Joel stopped the rocking with one hand splayed over your lower belly as his finger began rubbing your sweet spot. Drops of sweat appeared on your hairline and you opened your hoodie and lifted the tee. Joel cursed at the sight of your exposed breasts.

Then he pulled his finger out and raised it so you both could see. The pearly mixture of his cum and your slick coated his finger and your tongue darted out signaling him what you want.

He reached out his hand bringing it to your face and you hungrily took the glistening digit between your lips and sucked on it. You licked his finger and he intently followed every stroke of your tongue with his blown eyes.

“Will you put more inside me, Joel?” you asked when his clean finger left your mouth.

“Always have more for my pussy.”

You giggled at the ‘my’ and his gaze darkened.

“She’s mine, baby. You’re mine.”

“Yeah,” you whispered and felt the affection for him overwhelming you.

His hands glided over your belly and he rubbed your soft skin there.

“Gonna flood your little cunt… load after load.”

Then he placed his warm palm over your mound, squeezed it gently and you moaned at the pressure on your hardened clit.

“You lured me here to torture?” you whined and Joel glanced up at your needy expression and smirked.

He took his shirt off and the strain of his muscles visible through the tee, the wet spots under his arms sent a new wave of desire through your body.

He relaxed his hand on your mound and spread your folds with his thumbs again.

You tilted your hips so he could see your weeping hole better.

“Who’s lurin’ who now?” he mumbled with a lopsided smile.

First he kissed your inner thigh, darting the tip of his tongue out to taste your skin. Then he moved slightly to the center, took your lip in his mouth and sucked on it. The anticipation was slowly tormenting your aching pussy yet your orgasm was already building. Just the sight of that strong, broad man, the survivor, the fighter brutal force of whom was almost legendary, brought to his knees by your pussy was making you lose your mind. He was peppering kisses all over your mound and folds, his hands keeping you steady. His tongue was close to giving you ecstasy but he still was greedy.

“Joel, please,” you pleaded squirming under his torturous caress.

He looked up at you for a few moments taking in your shiny eyes, breasts glistening with sweat under the bright sun and he finally took misery on you.

The tip of his tongue flicked your clit and you jerked as a surge of pleasure shot through your core.

“Ahh,” you moaned. His expression was serious and focused.

“She’s so sensitive today.”

“You’ve been eating me out for so long tonight. She’s tired,” you smiled.

“Just love her taste, baby. Wish I could carry her around with me”.

You giggled merrily, startling a few birds and making them fly away from the tree above you.

He was watching you with love in his eyes.

“Let’s clean you up and then fill you again.”

He lowered his face and tilted the hammock up, making your hips raise to his mouth.

He pushed his tongue into your hole and hooked it up gathering your joined liquids.

You moaned, squeezing your breasts and twitching your nipples while his tongue was dancing in and around your hole. The sound of slurping quickly mixed with the bird chirping and your soft whimpers.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart. Wanna know I'm makin' you feel good."

"What if someone hears?"

As soon as those words left your lips you felt yourself gush more as the possibility of the neighbors hearing your moans burnt your core. Joel smirked, having noticed your reaction.

"Good. Wish I could let 'em know... claim you in front of everyone... Fuck you at the town square for everyone to see... to show them who you belong to."

His fantasy almost pushed you over the edge.

"Would you want that?" There was a glimmer in his dark eyes.

You bit your lip, your chest heaving while your mind was feeding you the images of Joel taking you in front of the whole town. You were so turned on it hurt and you wiggled your hips in a silent plea.

Joel got your signal and his tongue returned to your pussy.

He began plunging his hot muscle into your hole, rocking the hammock and making the momentum help him sink deeper into you.

You fluttered your eyes shut basking in the sun and the pleasure Joel was giving you.

Then his hands stopped the gentle swaying of the bed and you felt his slick-coated lips on your clit. He softly kissed it and then began expertly bringing you to the climax. He was alternating between sucking on your sensitive bud and caressing it with his tongue, swirling, flicking, making an absolute mess out of you. You felt your juices flow down to your tight ring and then soaking the fabric under your ass.

Your core tightened as your pussy began contracting around nothing, your climax approaching fast.

“Gonna come,” was all you managed to mumble before the waves of ecstasy overtook your body making you tremble and shake under Joel’s tongue. He quickly replaced it with his thumb as his mouth darted down to your hole to eagerly lap up everything your pussy would give him while his finger on your clit was prolonging your orgasm.

When your climax subsided, the burn of overstimulation made you push his hand away. Joel gently gathered the rest of your juices and began getting up.

“Fuckin’ knees will kill me later,” he growled stretching and shaking his legs. “But this cunt’s worth it.” He said with a smirk and gently slapped your soaked pussy making you gasp and jerk. A string of your slick connected his palm and your hole and mesmerized he slapped you again.

“Joel,” you whined trying to close your legs but he held your thighs open.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized palming himself and you saw a huge tent in his stained sweatpants.

He tugged the waistband down letting his cock spring free so fast it almost startled you. It was throbbing, the red tip leaking precum.

“Does it hurt?” you asked ogling his shiny member.

“What? Having a big dick?” he joked making you smile and took a hold of his cock.

He put it on your lower belly and mound, his heavy balls pressed to your puffy pussy. His tip reached your navel. A drop of precum beaded at the slit and dropped into your belly button. You licked your lips.

“Not now, sweetheart, your pussy needs fillin’.”

At that he glided his cock down leaving a wet path and positioned the head at your slicked up entrance. He was steel hard and had to press the tip with his thumb to push it inside you.

Your folds parted for him as he slowly began feeding your pussy his cock, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” you mewled feeling the stretch but he was sliding in easily as your cum was lubing up his leangth on his way inside you.

Finally he bottomed out making you sway up in your hammock and began fucking you, thrusts slow but hard.

“Not gonna last, baby,” he muttered, breathing heavily. Joel grabbed the fabric at your sides and started rocking the hammock making your body crush into his. That way his cock pierced you as deep as it was possible and the head was kissing your cervix making you moan at every thrust while every stroke of his pubic bone against your clit sent you closer to the second climax.

At one point he let go of the canvas completely and was standing watching his cock dive in and out of your greedy pussy as the swaying of the bed was doing all the job.

“Fuckin’ juicy cunt…always takes whatever I give her…warm and tight,” he mumbled between sharp breaths.

Then he grabbed your hips, moaned and began pulsing inside you painting your walls with his warm cum. Your hand darted to your clit and you started rubbing it chasing your second climax. The sensation of him pumping you full to the brim made you clench his cock and you cried out tilting your head up and squeezing your eyes shut as your pussy was clenching around his cock. You put a hand over your mouth as your cries got too loud.

When you both descended from the high, your eyes locked and you smiled at each other. Joel carefully pulled out so as not to waste a drop of his seed.

“Ya feeling full?” he asked, pushing a trickle of his cum back inside your hole with two fingers. You clenched one more time around his digits and nodded.

Then Joel tucked his cock back in the sweatpants and took you in his arms to lay you down in your initial position. You could finally stretch your legs and get comfortable.

Joel picked up your boyshorts and helped you to put them on.

“Don’t get up yet, let it stick,” Joel murmured cupping your cheek still catching his breath.

“Yeah, but I can’t stay too long. Dad’s gonna be back from the shift soon.”

Joel shifted his jaw and returned to his spot under the tree.

After a few moments you glanced at him, lips pouted and tears glistening in your eyes.

“What is it, baby?” he cooed at you with worry in his eyes, “did I hurt ya?”

“No, no,” you replied, shaking your head, and then looked at the light blue sky peeking through the trees. “I wish we didn’t have to hide.”

You heard Joel’s heavy sigh and after a few seconds he spoke.

“I know, sweetheart, but you have to wait. The people…your father… he’d be livid. But when we get you pregnant I’m sure he’ll be ok with it… with me. He’ll be happy to have a grandchild.”

You put your hands on your stomach and closed your eyes wishing his words into existence.

You imagined the two of you walking around Jackson together, hugging and kissing, not hiding your love and a smile bloomed on your face. The sun was bathing you in its warm light and soon you fell asleep again.

*****

Thank you for reading!☀️

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[toxicanonymity]

like literally refreshing the page all the time for more raider!joel.. I just love him I don't know why I can't explain it he's just so..

Gun Hug

3.8k, raider!Joel x f!reader | raider master

mood board by @milla-frenchy

SUMMARY: joel spanks you, kills guys while you c*ckwarm him, and he gives you a gift. WARNINGS: I8+, canon-typical violence, horniness, dark fluff, Joel's temper, spanking, dacryphilia, humping, threat of sexual violence (not by Joel), cockwarming while Joel kills people, unsafe P in V creampie, scars/injuries, superstrength, dark fluff.

A/N: Prev. story (not mandatory): Close

When you wake up and roll over, you’re surprised to find Joel still in bed. He’s staring at the ceiling. It was a long night. The two of you killed two trespassers, then you patched him up from whatever happened before that. He never explained. 

“Morning,” you whisper. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re still skittish from the time you tried to kiss him. 

He glances over at you, but that’s all. A few seconds later he mumbles,  “Morning,” still staring at the ceiling. You watch his bare chest rise and fall.

“Who were those guys we killed,” you ask.  

He sighs. “From another group.”  He glances at you again then does a double take and faces you.  His stitches look sexy. He sees you checking them out and it reminds him. His hand comes to his brow. 

“Try not to touch it,” you whisper.

He reads your face and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah”

“After-” After you shot that guy Joel thought was dead. 

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, and you are.  He was more shaken up than you were the night before.  Only because he thought you were shot. 

He’s quiet for a few seconds then says, “I’d ask where you learned to shoot like that, but I reckon I was there.” 

You smile and hide your face. 

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You’re sitting in the kitchen window nook and Joel is in a chair facing you drinking his coffee, apparently still thinking about it. “One shot, dead between the eyes,” he marvels. “Moving target.” He looks at you skeptically. “You really never done that before?”

“I didn’t say that,” you quietly admit. 

“What?” Joel asks.  He sets down his coffee and puts his hand on his knee, manspreading. His other elbow is on the table.  His breath deepens. His face has a look of betrayal, like you’ve been keeping something from him. 

“Not like that,” you backtrack. “I mean, infected. . .  I had to try.  Everyone does."

He's quiet. 

You continue, "Got lucky sometimes. But you taught me how to do it right.”

He slowly nods as though digesting the information. He cocks an eyebrow and looks at you again. It occurs to you he might be seeing you in a different light and you wonder if it's an opportunity. You’re tempted to ask if you can come on a raid again. He hasn’t taken you on one since your failed escape. You keep quiet for now. 

“Do you think there are more of those men?” you ask him. 

“Not sure, sweet pea.”  He looks concerned.  He’s not looking right at you.  

“Am I staying home today?” you ask. 

“No,” he says immediately. "not leavin’ you after that."

It makes your heart swell and you absentmindedly run your fingers over the letters on your chest. 

—---

“Lemme see that,” Joel mutters. You pull your shoulders back so he can see and feel your whole chest, lightly running his calloused fingertips over it.  You can’t see it very well from your standpoint. Only in the cracked, dirty mirror. 

He grazes the mostly healed scabbing  and you could swear you see a hint of guilt in his face. But then he says, “Not deep enough." He glances at your face. "Gotta be too close to read it.”

Scared he's going to 'fix it' with his switchblade, you cover your chest and whimper, “No!”

His face hardens.  “What'd you say?”

“I’m sorry, I just–it hurt–and if it gets infected this time–”

He bends forward and takes your jaw in his hand. “You say ‘no’ to me?”

"I meant-"

"Get up." He releases your jaw and grabs you by the elbow to bring you to your feet. He turns you around and bends you over the window bench.  Then he lifts up your dress and asks, "which side?"

You whimper, "left" because you sleep on your right.  He brings back his left hand and to your surprise you feel a wave of arousal in anticipation. You look over your shoulder and bite your lip. 

He hesitates for a split second and looks at your eyes then your mouth, then his hand lands on your asscheek with a sting and your yelp sounds like more of a squeak. He lets your dress down and you shrink back into the window bench, wincing as you sit down.  

He bends forward and looks at you with his hands on his knees.  Your eyes feel weak.  He tongues the inside of his cheek and shakes his head. 

“I'm sorry," you whine. "Whatever you need to do." Your eyes cloud with tears. You hug a knee, cover your chest with your hand and press your head back against the wall.  "It's ok, Joel. I'm sorry." 

His face softens but it's too late. A tear rolls down your cheek.

"God damnit," he mutters.  He reaches forward to brush the tear away with his thumb. "Wasn't gonna cut ya. Damn." He brushes away another tear off your cheek. He sucks it off his thumb then sits down on the other side of the window bench, facing you. He brings one knee up and leaves the other foot on the floor, mirroring your posture. 

"Then what are you gonna do," you sniffle. 

"figure somethin' else out." He sighs and opens his arms.  "C'mere."

----

He leans back against the wall of the nook. You settle in between his legs and can feel he's getting hard. 

He crosses his arms in front of you and inhales your hair as he lightly traces his name on your chest. "It was for your own good, sweet pea," he justifies to himself. "You were real brave."

Then he noses the skin and hair behind your ear. He leans forward, bending you forward with him, dipping his head.  He inhales against your neck then lightly caresses the other side of your neck with his fingers.  You used to be ticklish there, but you guess you're not now. "We'll figure somethin’ out," he whispers. 

He puts a hand on your abdomen and  pulls you in close, leaning back against the wall of the nook again.  His cock is harder now. He takes a deep breath and slips a hand into your neckline to palm your breast. You sigh and your head falls back against him. He buries his nose in your hair and rests his free hand on your bare knee, then slides it up your leg.

"You got nice legs, baby." His fingers drag up your inner thigh and when he reaches your panties, he lightly drags two fingers up and down the crotch, patiently up and down, with a hint of playfulness. You’re squirming under the light touch with his cock twitching against you.  He continues until he feels your arousal soak through, which doesn’t take long. Both of his wrists lift your dress as his hands slide up to your hips and he hooks his thumbs into your panties. You lift your ass and he pulls them off. 

He puts a hand on your lower belly again with your panties wrapped around his fingers.  You scoot back, pressing yourself into him.  

"Good girl." His cock swells harder. He wedges his other hand between your bodies and unbuttons his jeans–

There's a loud knock at the door. 

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"God fuckin damnit," Joel rasps. He uses his pelvis to push you up off him, the push of his hardness making you throb. When he stands, he doesn't button his jeans. His tank top has ridden up  and there's a trail of dark hair pointing down to the protrusion he doesn’t try to hide.   He answers the door and holds it open with your panties still balled in his hand. It's Carter, one of the men he trusts as your guard.  

"Not a good time, buddy," Joel says. 

Carter's eyes fall on the panties in Joel’s hand.  Joel doesn’t flinch.  Carter awkwardly bumbles his gaze around then says,  "well you said to let you know if Jackson came, and he finally did."

"Oh shit," Joel mutters, then his demeanor changes entirely.  He springs to life. 

"But I can do it for ya," Carter says. “Just take him out if ya want. I dunno when he’ll be back”

"No, no," Joel says. "Wanna do this myself." 

Joel leans back and elongates his torso to button his tight pants. "’Don't fuckin' tell anyone I'm comin'. I'm still up here. Shit, I'm nowhere. She's there, I'm not.  You keep'em away from the back, got it? Can you get me ten minutes?" 

"You got it, boss." 

“Gonna be a good day, Carter.”

Carter leaves and Joel says "Shoes on.  Now." 

You look at the bulge in his jeans, and your eyes must look hungry because he says,  "Not now, sweet pea. We gotta move." He puts on a body holster with a pistol over his tank top while you put on your shoes. 

You hold out your hand for your panties. Instead, Joel gets them ready and holds them for you to carefully step into with your sneakers already on. You and he pull them up together then he gives your ass a squeeze. 

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On the way down the hill, Joel explains the plan. He's going to sneak in through the back with you. He'll be in the room with you. The one with the radiator where you were chained up before. The one where you briefly had company. Carter will mislead Jackson and the others into thinking Joel is gone. Carter will pretend to be pissed at Joel and willing to let them use you. Then if (when) they try, Joel will take them out. Simple as that. 

"Nothin's gonna happen, I'll be right there."

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You and Joel make it into the room undetected. It feels like you’re waiting a long time. You have one wrist handcuffed but you’re not cuffed to anything. You’re laying on the cot and Joel’s sitting in front of you.   “What the hell are they doin’,” Joel mutters under his breath. 

Finally, you hear indistinct voices, then Carter telling the men, “Gimme a few minutes, lemme take her to the bathroom and lock her up again.”

Joel sucks in an angry breath at the implication of those words, even though this is the plan. Carter comes in and signals you to clink the handcuff to the radiator so they think you’re  being unchained.  Joel pats your head and whispers “It’s okay, sweetpea, go ahead.” Carter takes you to the bathroom, and on your way back, you feel eyes on you.  Terrible eyes, like the eyes of monsters under a bed. Your heart races and you feel like prey. You run straight to Joel.  He opens his arms for you and you get in his lap facing him.  

You hug him tight and bury your face in his neck, handcuff digging into his back.  Your breath is shallow and fast. Joel is facing the door and watching for Jackson with you wrapped around him. Carter comes back and says “They’re gonna eat first.” 

“God damnit,” Joel says under his breath and begins to recline back against the cot. He puts his elbows and forearms down so his head is up but his back is flat on the dirty mattress.  He's holding the pistol with his finger on the trigger.  You’re still  wrapped around him as he reclines back. 

“Can I be like this,” you whisper and look up at him, still straddling his lap, folded at your hip in some version of child’s pose with your head now on his chest and arms to his sides. 

“Mm-hmm,”  He nods with a straight face, his eyes still glued to the door. His stitches make him look even more serious.

There's a gunshot outside and a plink. "Shootin' cans," Joel shakes his head. 

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Joel adjusts his hips slightly and you feel his arousal swell under you.  He takes a deep breath through his nose and his free hand begins to play with your dress. Again it feels like you’re waiting forever. You adjust your arm so the handcuff isn’t digging into the same spot on your wrist. Joel’s hips shift under you again and he twitches under you, still unrelieved from when your breakfast was interrupted.

Your hips reflexively roll into his and a quiet growl escapes the back of his throat. You inhale sharply and he grunts with a lift of his hips. You look up at him and he nods to where your loins are throbbing needily against each other. He rises up a little.  His left hand squeezes your thigh.

You sit up and reach for the button of his pants, the handcuff dragging against his jeans. He nods. You look behind you, afraid of either of you being surprised. You start to say "I-" but you don't. You didn't mind the spanking this morning but you wanna be good for him.  Your core is rapidly moistening itself, but you assume he wants head. Joel keeps his eyes on the door as you unbutton him. You stall by running your hand up and down his hardness and he lets out a low sigh that makes you twitch.  A throbbing desire to have him inside you is beginning to drown out everything else.  

You slowly tug the zipper down and hesitantly look up at him. Then you look behind you again. 

His voice is deep and soft. “Eyes on me, baby.” Your head snaps back to face him.  He only glances at you briefly before returning his gaze to the doorway. 

You finish unzipping him and slide your hand without the cuff into his pants.  You gasp when you hit the warm, smooth skin. He gently thrusts into your hand. You smear his precum around the tip, then begin to get off his lap to suck it. But he sits up enough to grab your arms and pull you back toward him. You scoot forward again, and he nudges your dress over his cock. Then his hips press his naked arousal against your mound and you feel its warmth through the soft, thin fabric of your panties.  A wave of desire rushes through your whole body.  

It’s crazy, this is crazy, and so is Joel, but you trust him. He'll keep you safe. He wraps his left hand around the base of his shaft. He has his pistol ready in one hand and his cock ready in the other. You lift yourself over his tip and pull the damp crotch of your underwear to the side, careful not to let the handcuffs hit his cock. You moan softly when the swollen head hits your dripping folds, and he sucks in a chest full of air.  You take his cock in your hand and use the head to nudge your folds open, wedging the tip into your entrance with the aid of gravity as you let yourself down. You look at Joel and he swallows, eye fixed on the door, finger on the trigger. 

You sink onto him and as your tight, dripping sleeve consumes his shaft, his girth pushes a moan out of you.  Joel sits upright and pulls you down, bottoming out with his mouth shut, lips in a straight line, determined not to make a sound.  He lets out a breath through his nose.  

“Tell me you didn’t get started without me,” Jackon’s voice echoes from the hall. 

"Ears," Joel whispers. For the echo.  You sit perfectly still, impaled on his stiff cock and bring your hands to your ears, handcuffs jingling, then dangling from your wrist.  Boots clap in the hall and a belt buckle clinks outside the doorway.  Jackson chuckles darkly.  Joel aims the gun toward the door with both hands, his biceps lightly squeezing your hands on your ears, further dampening all sounds.

Jackson walks in and says "whoa, oh–"

Joel’s biceps flex against the backs of your hands. A gunshot, a grunt, a cry, then another shot, and the thud of a body falling into a heap. 

"That's right," Joel mutters.  “Piece of shit.” 

Then he murmurs into your hair.  "You did good, baby." You bring your hands down to his sides.

Joel begins to rock his hips, moving you on his cock. 

More footsteps approach from the hall, then a man’s voice. "Jackson? I wasn't ready, man."

"Ears." Joel stops moving his hips. His eyes are wild.   He straightens up, resuming the same position as before with his biceps pressing against your hands on your ears as he points the gun.  You’re sitting there full of his cock. 

The other man rounds the corner. He registers who he’s looking at and gasps, "Joel."  You can only imagine the look on his face. "I wasn't–" his voice is shaky with guilt and fear. 

“Yeah,” Joel says darkly.  “Me either.”  His cock twitches inside you. His arms flex. Just one gunshot this time. Joel sighs then wraps his left arm around you, leans back, and holds the pistol against the mattress. He thrusts up into you with a wild look behind his eyes. 

"Thank you," you whisper. Now you have two less of those heinous men to worry about. Probably the worst two. 

Joel shakes his head and squints at you as his cock moves inside you. "'s'my job," he pants, his eyes still alive.  It’s a mystery where bloodlust ends and the lust begins. "Nothin' more important," he adds.

He thrusts up sharply and you gasp. He braces himself with his gun hand on the filthy mattress as he sheathes himself deep inside you, making you so full.  He moves a little further in short pulses with each flex of his hips.  The pit of your stomach begins to buzz.

Carter Knocks and says, "That's it, they're leavin'. Want me to. . ." Joel doesn't acknowledge him. Instead, Joel looks at your face, watching the pleasure weigh your eyelids down as he fucks you from the bottom.  You see the hint of a softer smile behind his maniacal eyes. Carter's footsteps recede. 

—

Joel nudges you up, helping to lift you off his cock, and you whimper, "no." You look back at the bodies out of morbid curiosity but he wrangles you onto the mattress face down with a forearm on your back and you can't see. You lift your ass and tilt your hips for him. 

"Good girl," Joel breathes and peels off your panties for the second time today. He lines himself up with your cunt again. Then he hovers over you with a hand on the back of your neck holding your damp panties against your skin.  

He plunges into you with a groan and you hum “mmm.”   

He retreats then bottoms out again. "Ohh, fuck." He pounds you fast and rough, grunting and breathing heavily. “Yeahh.”

You moan on the verge of bliss. He slams his hips into you harder and asks, “that feel good?”

"Yeah," you manage, the force of his thrusts punching the air out of you.

Joel grunts and growls as he rails you. He hovers over your back. Your orgasm gathers tighter and tighter with each sound he makes, each firm drag of his cock.  Then it bursts in your core and you groan into your arm. 

"It's ok, baby," his hips keep moving. He lowers his speed but maintains his power.

You moan as he fucks you through it. 

"Fuck," he pants, and thrusts harder, "god damn, you choke it good." You sigh as your body stops jerking but continues to be pounded. “Ohh, yeah.”  He slows a little more. “Ohhh, fuck.”

Joel glances across the room to the floor and begins to pull out.  He hasn’t come yet.  You beg "please, I want it." He pauses and tilts his head at you. “Please, inside” you plead. You look back over your shoulder at him and push your ass back, sheathing his cock entirely once again.  His hair is wild and his chest glistens.  The hint of a smirk plays on his face.  Joel nods then slowly pushes all the way into you again with a grunt.  He backs up and slams in. “Want it, don’t ya.”

“Yeah,” you whine. 

“Want it to trickle down those pretty legs.”

“Yeah.” 

He buries his length in you a few times fast, and you feel it coming.  He slows way down.  He plunges into you with a groan and begins to pulse as he bottoms out.  He repeats this, slow and hard as his balls empty.  You close your eyes and feel him fill you up like a hug from the inside. He vocally sighs as his cock pumps into you.  Like something intimate he can’t give you any other way. “Yeah,” he pants as he finishes.  His big hand squeezes your shoulder before he carefully pulls out. 

Then he puts your panties back on you, and takes the handcuffs off your wrist.  He sits on the edge of the cot and helps you off of it so you stand between his knees.  He fixes your dress and your hair. “You did good, sweet pea.” He looks from your eyes to your mouth, then abruptly stands up.  He puts his arms around you loosely, putting his body between yours and the ones on the floor as though protecting you from the scene. He nudges you toward the door and down the hall. 

Joel lets you rest on a cot in the unloading room while he sorts through some things and has someone take care of the bodies. He doesn’t ever leave the room, he just barks orders and keeps you in sight.

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That night, Joel is heating up some spaghettios and you’re in the nook looking out the window.  He’s looking good, still wearing the body holster, muscles pumped up. He comes and sits down next to you. He spreads his knees and looks around the kitchen, then reaches for the pistol.  He takes it out of the holster, checks to make sure the safety is on, and hands it to himself so he’s holding it by the barrel.  Then he hands it to you.  “This is yours now.” 

“Really?” You try not to let your eyes well up in tears, but it really moves you. 

Joel nods twice, then something flashes across his face and he swallows. “You’re brave, sweet pea.” 

You put your arms around his neck and climb into his lap facing him with your wrists crossed behind him, gun in one hand. Joel meets your hug, wrapping his arms around you tight, pulling you into his chest. After a moment, he pulls his head back enough to plant the lightest kiss on your forehead.  

Then he clears his throat and nudges you off of him. “Don’t want it to burn.” He goes back to the spaghettios.  

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RAIDER POLL

FAQ: pregnancy HC. raider has a vasectomy. so why was he gonna pull out? To use his cum for a deranged display of dominance

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[sheltershock]

I was thinking today about how Sasha and Milla both got burned for using telepathy/mind reading on another person without their consent and I liked that it played out that way. I think realistically if you had the ability to read minds you’d also be traumatized by the thoughts/fantasies of others. Plus it adds more subtext in PN2 when Sasha scolds Raz for trying to bend someone else’s will to his own. Because that’s what he did when he was younger. Major props. Psychonauts is so good at subtext that’s why I love the writing, and it’s ability to be whimsical and silly but also realistic and gritty at times.

But then I thought about their constant psychic link. It’s cute, nice little relationship thing between them. However, when taking the mind reading trauma into account… that psychic link probably wasn’t easy. At least in the beginning.

I mean the last time they did any level of telepathy/mind reading it went so awfully that both of their lives changed trajectory in an instant. So the idea of doing that again in general must be terrifying. I’m sure they both decided to form that link, but even having known each other there could be that aching fear in the background that the other person might accidentally hurt them.

Maybe the link was a form of therapy for the both of them. And they might have not even shared/said anything over it for a while. It could have been strictly professional at first, reminders for meetings, information relay, communication in the field, etc. They’re both still a little tense though that they’ll accidentally share something unrelated.

Milla was probably the first of them to share something over the link that was non-work related. Something mundane, like appreciation of the view from her office, or a compliment of the music she can hear through the wall, or what’s being served in the cafeteria that day. Something simple. And he’d answer back and they’d continue with their day. The first thing Sasha would have sent over was probably observations, non emotional observations. Construction being done, new colors being painted, or saying it’s colder outside and to bring a jacket if she’s going to the Quarry that day. They get a little more confident after a while. They share things they know the other would like. They start having longer conversations. There’s more emotion. People can observe them smiling at seemingly nothing more frequently.

Once a little bit more comfortable they’re talking about what they did that weekend, Milla struggles to describe exactly what her experience was like the other night. She offers to share the memory directly. She can feel Sasha tense up on the other side. The conversation ends. The next day, he offers her to send it over. He’s spent the entire time preparing for it, telling himself over and over that it’s her, that she’s offering, that it’s probably fine. And it is. Milla’s delighted and they move on, though she checks to make sure he’s not hiding a bad reaction from her. They’re both fine.

But that’s one of the things she’s very aware of. Long stretches of time where Sasha won’t say or respond to anything at all. She can hear swears through the wall during this brief times, and he hardly ever leaves his lab either. She understands why, everyone has bad days. But sometimes he does reach to her, because she always offers an ear to everyone. But she always makes it a verbal conversation. She just can’t seem to push past the irrational thoughts that the source of his frustration might be her. That she’s not a good enough agent, a good enough friend, a good enough partner. And she knows that he’d never say any of those things… to her face. But if she would read his mind she’d know for sure.

And one day he asks again if he can talk to her, and hesitantly she agrees. Over the link. And she spends the entire time waiting, waiting for that dreaded Freudian slip. But it doesn’t happen. And he finishes his thought, and they both continue on, except Milla finds herself in tears in her office. And she finds herself reaching back over to talk some more.

Over time and each individual thought, memory and experience, they’re both confident and far less afraid as they used to be. Their fears aren’t completely gone of course, but it’s them, specifically. And they know where the other’s sore spot is, and are more than willing to provide a warning for anything triggering. They find themselves using their telepathy abilities with others from the newfound confidence. Projecting their own thoughts to another, but only one way though. Only in the other do they feel truly safe enough for a two-way mental link. And was preciously an isolating, vivid and painful experience is now one where they are never truly alone, and it’s peaceful and it’s comforting.

Just a thought.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

march fic madness rec list

TYSM to @the-blind-assassin-12 for this absolutely awesome idea of reccing 63 fics over 31 days as a "march madness" for fic engagement!

based on these challenge guidelines, I'll update this list with my recs as the month goes on.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

key:

💀 dead dove | 🏴 dark | ⛓ bdsm | 💕 fluff

note: these are in order that I read and reblogged; the number is not a ranking of any other sort

"a kindness you can't afford" by @joelscruff 🏴 (dark!Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: there are no limits to how or when joel plays with his special girl.

2. "sweet days of summer" by @ozarkthedog (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: you and joel sneak away for a quick fuck during a family outing.

3. the gift of your grave by @gasolinerainbowpuddles (Dave York x Frankie Morales)

summary: Max has elbowed his way into a prestigious, high paying corporate career, and he enjoys the luxuries it offers – primarily, doing what he wants, getting what he wants, and never wavering from making himself the top priority. Enter Frankie, the contracted corporate pilot who’s on the upswing after a long line of struggles and mistakes. When his recovery is compromised, will Max give in to the desire to put someone else first? Will Frankie allow himself to believe he’s worthy of being put first?

4. "between two lungs" by @ozarkthedog (Joel Miller x f!reader x Tess Servopolous)

summary: you join Joel and Tess mid fuck.

5. "Swelter" by @notjustjavierpena (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: You have a crush on Sarah’s father. It is summer, it is hot, and you just want a cold drink.

6. "you wanted this" series (ongoing) by @alwaysmicado (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: Joel and you have a fun dynamic going. You provoke him, he punishes you - you both get off. When you meet him after you’ve fucked someone else, he decides to show you who you belong to. It’s all fun and games, right?

7. "smother" series (ongoing) by @beardedjoel 🏴⛓(dark!Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: can you hold a man as both your savior to be worshipped and the monster that he is?

8. the dress series (complete) by @janaispunk ⛓ (Dave York x f!reader)

summary: You’re having an affair with Dave York. When he takes you on a week-long vacation, you realize that you have deeper feelings for him than you should.

9. "Enjoy the Silence" by @strang3lov3 (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: You trespass into Joel’s house in search of some peace and quiet so you can get yourself off. Joel catches you in his bed in a compromising position.

10. "glory o" by @milla-frenchy (Javi P. x f!reader x Steve Murphy)

summary: you work in a brothel, and two guys want to try something new

11. "fine art" by @lincolndjarin 🏴(dark!Javi G. x f!reader)

summary : you were an up and coming actress, javi is your biggest fan, he’d do anything to have meet you.

12. "the end of the world" by @studioghibelli (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: you had a strict relationship with joel that stuck to the rules. fuck, leave, repeat. it was only a matter of time until feelings were dragged into the mix. when joel leaves at the first sign of love, you’re left wondering what you had done wrong. 

13. "run rabbit" by @mermaidgirl30 🏴⛓(Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: At the beginning of every month, you meet Joel to play a little game of hide and seek at the abandoned mansion near Jackson. It’s not just any game of hide and seek though. It’s dark and it’s twisted. If he catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

14. "All The Fear and The Fire of The End of The World" by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: Joel has told Ellie about what happened in Salt Lake City, and she is livid with him. Seeking comfort with you, Joel however finds you in the grips of a nasty flu, and has to put his own needs aside to nurse you.

15. "men like me" series (ongoing?) by @lokischocolatefountain 🏴⛓ (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: Joel’s warnings about what men like him would do to girls like you only makes you want him more

16. "seasons of you (year 1 - spring)" by @kedsandtubesocks (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: it’s your very first spring living in the valley & you’re very sure Joel Miller already wants you leave

17. dress up joel series (ongoing) by @covetyou (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: when a mysterious stranger breaks into your house, and keeps breaking into your house, he gives you the fright, and the ride, of your life. Welcome to your seasonal encounters with one Mr. Joel Miller.

18. "savior" by @ozarkthedog (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: joel saves you from a crooked qz guard and you want to thank him properly aka joel fucks you in an alley.

19. "sweet release" by @cavillscurls ⛓ (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: the aftermath of finishing without joel’s permission.

20. "over the edge" by @ilovepedro ⛓ (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: Joel agonizingly taunts you before pushing you over the edge.

21. "confines" by @gutsby 🏴⛓ (dark!Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: dark!Joel explaining to you how reader-proofed the bunker, because you're his now and he's never ever letting you go.

22. "sir" by @honeyedmiller (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: ceo!joel miller x f!reader drabble

23. "touch" by @morallyinept (Joel Miller x f!reader)

summary: Inspired by that GIF. You know the one. Yeah. Nuff’ said.

[thesassypadawan]

It's Exciting (Master Qui-Gon x KnightReader)

Summary: It’s been more than a hot minute since you’ve seen a certain dilf jedi master and you’re in need of Qui bad. What started out as a sweet reunion, quickly turns into something more heated.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni). A little bit of the fluff and a bit of the smut.

You hadn’t seen him in months. Sent off on another crazy mission with his faithful padawan. He wasn’t allowed contact with anyone during his travels, not even the Council.

You tried your best not to worry about him, he was more than capable of taking care of himself. However, that didn’t mean you still missed and needed him terribly. Needless to say, when you caught wind of him returning today…you made sure to send a message via private commlink. “Come find me, Master Jinn. You know where to look.”

Now here you sat, tucked away in a very secluded corner of one of the temple’s many gardens. Hidden by lumbering trees and a cascading wall of flowering vines. This was your secret spot, the place where you two always met after a mission or when you wanted to be alone with one another. And alone you still were, even as twilight began to settle in the sky.

“Where is he?” You grumbled to yourself. You had been trying to pass the time, but were failing miserably. Your mind was too clouded with thoughts of him…of what you were going to do now that he had returned.

Breathing deeply, you tried to tamper down your unrestfulness. “Calm down, he will come,” you muttered reassuringly. “Relax.”

Just then, you felt a subtle shift in the force. A gentle wind swirled around you and the concealing curtain of foliage parted.

Standing before you, hands on his hips, was none other than…

“Now relaxing sounds like a good idea to me,” Qui-Gon playfully said.

A grin crossed your face and your eyes fluttered open. “Well, took you long enough.”

He smiled softly back and, with a slight wave of his hand, closed the opening behind him. “Sorry, the debriefing with the Council was lengthier that I had hoped.”

“I’m only joking,” you giggled. Giving your leg a quick pat, you added. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters. So why don’t you stay awhile and rest for a spell.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he chuckled. Needing no further encouragement, Qui sat down beside you and happily laid his head in your lap. He then let out a content sigh. “You have no idea of how much I missed this.”

Gazing down at him lovingly, you began to gently stroke his hair. “Oh, I don’t know,” you mused. “I think I might have a bit of a clue.”

Reveling in your touch, he practically purred. “Stars, you spoil me, little one.”

Biting your lip, you could feel the warmth rise up inside of you. It spread to your cheeks and other regions. That kriffing name got you every time and he knew it.

“It’s exciting to have me back, isn’t it?” Qui-Gon muttered seductively.

“Whatever do you mean?” You coyly asked, trying to act like you weren’t already soaking wet for him.

Tapping the side of his nose, he smirked up at you. “You can’t hide it. I know that heavenly scent all too well.”

Squirming from his words, the heat intensified. “Is that so?”

He pressed his face to your aching core and inhaled deeply. “Yes, sweeter than a milla flower…and all mine.”

You let out a small moan, as he gave your thigh a gentle nip. “Qui,” you whispered, fingers lacing through his locks. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why? I only speak the truth.” Taking your other hand, he pressed a kiss to your palm and then placed it on top of the considerable bulge in his pants. “You are as much mine. As I am yours.”

Your eyes gleamed with a hungry glint. “Oh, my. Is this all for me?” You teased, giving his thick cock a firm squeeze.

Bucking his hips up into your touch, he lustfully growled. “All for you, dear one…to do whatever you please.”

Leaning down, you captured his lips into a passionate kiss. One that he deepened by placing a large hand on the back of your neck and sliding his tongue into your mouth. It was brief, yet it left you both breathless and craving more.

“What I please,” you panted, forehead pressed to his. “Is to show you how much I missed you. Over and over again…until neither of us can move.”

You could see it, something snapped deep inside of him. “Well then, let’s not wait a minute longer.”

The next thing you knew, Qui-Gon had you thrown over his shoulder and was racing through the garden.

“Qui, slow down!” You giggled, trying your best to hold on. “What if someone catches us?!”

“Then I’ll tell them I’m rushing you to an urgent meeting in my room!” He laughed back, giving your butt a good smack.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Like grandfather, like grandson - Chapter 3 - Grandma knows best

“Milla, darling, wait!”, Charles shouted in complete panic, running through the halls and corridors of Windsor Castle like an absolute maniac. After the sudden departure of his girlfriend, he had been in a state of shock for maybe about two minutes, she couldn't have come too far in the meantime… “Darling, please, don't leave me like this!” Camilla, crouching in a small gap between two walls, somewhere between the library and the state apartments of this huge, ancient building, suddenly felt so lonely and cold that she couldn't fight her tears any longer as she heard her boyfriend desperately searching for her. “Darling? Darling!’, she heard him calling out for her once again, and eventually admitted defeat. “Yes, darling, I… I'm here…”, she sobbed, and Charles’ heart stopped for a few moments. “Darling!!!”, he screamed, turned around, and immediately ran over to where he thought that her voice came from, and eventually found her, a little piece of misery, and protectively pressed her against his strong, manly chest. “Oh Darling, I'm so sorry!”, she sobbed, but he didn't even let her finish. “No, darling, I'm sorry!”, he said, tenderly stroking her back. “I shouldn't have put you under such pressure…” “You didn't, darling.”, Camilla responded, slowly but surely overcoming her short mental breakdown. “What you did was… so sweet. And just… perfect.”, she reassured him. “And I love you, darling, I really do. But I can't give you the answer you want to hear…” Charles desperately tried to hide his disappointment and tenderly wrapped his arm around her. You don’t have to, darling. Take your time. Let’s get back to London now and take you home…”

Buckingham Palace, London, two hours later

“But she didn’t immediately say ‘no’, lad, did she?” Bertie summed up what his grandson had just told him about his proposal to the girl he had lost his heart to and couldn’t help but smile, as he gently stroked over Charles’ back. The poor boy had had a complete mental breakdown as he, obviously slightly over dramatised, had told the King what had happened, and the young Prince nodded crestfallen. “No, she didn’t.” He replied, but immediately added bitterly: “Because she is too kind for that! But she will never agree to marry me! Oh grandpa, I am going to die! If I can’t marry her, I won’t marry anybody! And end up like Uncle David…” He sobbed and Bertie meanwhile struggled keeping his composure. The lad really was even more dramatic and sensitive than he himself. “Now, come on, my darling boy.” He tried to soothe him a bit. “May I remind you that I had to ask your grandmother thrice before she eventually agreed to marry me? And she did say ‘no’, plainly and clearly!” “Who said ‘no’ to what?” A well-known and always more than welcome voice asked and Charles' spirits immediately brightened up as he recognised his beloved grandmother standing in the door frame. “Granny!” He happily exclaimed and rushed over to and greeted her affectionately. Being the loving and caring grandmother she was, Elizabeth immediately noticed that something wasn’t quite right with her darling boy. “Charles, my dear, what’s the matter?” she asked concernedly as they jointly walked over to the two Edwardian chaise lounges in Bertie’s sitting room. “I was just telling our darling boy that I had to propose to you three times until you finally agreed to marry me.” The King said romantically, took his consort’s hand and kissed it tenderly, which made the Queen blush and the young Prince melt. “Well, my love, it can be quite frightening for an innocent, young girl to be asked THE question by somebody who could possibly be King one day!”, she chuckled before adding: “And you weren’t even heir apparent at the time, were you, Bertie?” “No, darling, I wasn’t. But I’ve always known that you’re the one. I’ve always seen the wonderful, loving and devoted Queen you eventually became, you’ve always been destined to become.” Now it was her who gently took his hand and lovingly pressed it. Charles had listened to his grandmother attentively and was left completely confused. “Granny - if I may…” He began and the Queen smiled at him. “Yes, of course, darling!”

“Why was it frightening? What exactly frightened you?” The young Prince could absolutely not understand what on earth could be frightened of the prospect of becoming a member of the Royal Family? In fact, he could hardly imagine anything more reassuring and safer. His grandmother threw her head back laughing. “Oh Charles, you really are exactly like your grandfather!” She giggled. “You two wonderful, sweet and naive lads, you…” Elizabeth laughed, before, a bit more seriously, adding: “Well, of course you wouldn’t know because you were literally born into this world, you don’t know anything else. But for me it was very scary back then. I had enjoyed a wonderfully, quiet and idyllic childhood up in Scotland, in a loving, normal family, without any pressure, protocol or any of that nonsense… I was used to having a certain freedom, which I appreciated and which was quite difficult for me to give up. I was a nobody, the ninth out of ten children of the 14. Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne. Nobody, no newspapers or anyone cared about me, what I did, what I said, what I wore, where I was and where not. I knew that, if I agreed to marry Bertie, I’d never have that again. I’d be in the limelight, be watched and my every step would be judged and scrutinised for the rest of my life. And that really frightened me.” Both, Charles and Bertie, had been following her reflections with great interest and attention. It was the King who first dared say something again, as he, almost anxiously, asked. “But, darling, you’ve never regretted it, have you?” “Of course not, darling!” Elizabeth replied and lovingly kissed his cheek, which left Bertie visibly relieved. “But, Granny…” Charles eventually dared ask.  “What made you change your mind? I mean… How did you eventually find the courage to marry grandpa?” “Well, my darling boys… I’m not sure whether I have ever told you this, Bertie, but in fact… I got a visit from your mother.” “You got what?” The King echoed in total disbelief. How on earth could that be? They’d be married for 50 years in a few months - how could it be that Elizabeth had never told him such a significant detail? “Yes, darling, your mother came up to Scotland one day and invited me on a long, nice walk. We walked and talked and at the end of it, she simply told me that she was now convinced that I was ‘the one girl that could make Bertie happy’, but that, of course, the choice was mine. She kissed me on the cheek before she left, and that was the moment I knew I was not going to turn you down again, darling.” “I can’t believe you’ve never told me!” Bertie said, looking at his wife slightly disappointed, but they both knew he loved her way too much to be cross with her for too long. “So apparently they’re actually right when they say ‘Mother knows best’...” Charles pondered and his grandfather added: “Or, perhaps in your case, grandmother!” And while Elizabeth was left entirely confused, the King and the young Prince exchanged a mischievous glance, and Charles knew exactly what he had to do…

[tinyinvadr]

Alright, here it is! I wrote a little flashback one-shot about Flint’s first week at Whispering Rock. I’ll probably start working on the Rhombus of Ruin fic soon, but I just wanted to write this little piece since I love the dynamic he has with Sasha and Milla so so much.

Flint’s First Week

“Alright… Thank you… Please get back to me if you find anything.”

I had spent about a half hour making phone call after phone call, trying to get in contact with Flint’s parents. With how tight-knit the psychic community is, I was sure someone had to know him or his family, but it was strange. It was like they didn’t exist.

Though, the boy was an unusual case in general. I wouldn’t have even known he was at camp if he hadn’t snuck into my levitation class. I tried to calmly ask him who he was and where he came from, but he panicked and ran off.

It had been two days since he first started showing up in my class, and Sasha and Morceau had also seen him in their minds, behaving in a similar fashion. He was very skittish, didn’t speak much, and would run away if any of us approached him directly. The only pieces of information any of us were able to get from him was his name, and the fact that he used invisibility to hide himself in the physical world for some reason.

Yet, he was stubborn. He was clearly intimidated by us, and seemed to hold a lot of guilt for coming here without his parents knowing. Still, he continued to sneak into every class, trying to learn everything he possibly could while avoiding our questioning.

Even though his resilience was impressive, he couldn’t stay at Whispering Rock without his parents’ permission. I would either need to get a confirmation from them that he could stay, or get them to come pick him up.

Neither of those options would be possible if I couldn’t reach them at all.

It was getting late, so I had to put my search on hold for a while to round up the children and get them into their cabins for the night.

Sasha and I split up this task, him taking care of the boys while I handled the girls. It could be a bit of a challenge, especially the first couple nights. The kids would either be too excited to sleep, or some would be nervous and homesick. But that’s all in a day’s work for a Psychonaut. Helping people manage their emotions is one of the most important things we do.

I went through my list, and all of the girls were accounted for except for Lili. Thankfully, she wasn’t too far. I found her near a patch of flowers, trying to communicate with them.

“Darling, it’s time for bed. You can practice your herbaphony more in the morning.”

She sighed, standing up and glaring at the flowers.

“I just don’t get why it’s taking so long. My dad said he started talking to plants at my age, so why can’t I?”

“We all learn at a different pace, Lili. I’m sure you’ll get it, but it takes time. Now, get some rest, clear your head, and you can try again tomorrow.”

Lili pouted, begrudgingly following me to the cabin. She truly was her father’s daughter. Always wanting to learn something new.

Once all of the children were in bed, I went over to the boys’ cabin to check on Sasha. I found him sitting on the front steps, a forlorn look on his face as he took a drag on a cigarette.

“Something on your mind, darling?”

He sighed, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“I’m… not sure how to talk about this.”

I sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling.

“Sasha, you know you can tell me anything. We’re partners, after all.”

He blushed, giving me a confused look for a second, only to quickly regain his composure.

“It’s about Flint…”

“Have you gotten in contact with his parents?”

“No, and I’m not sure we can. He’s… He’s not like us, Milla.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

Sasha paused, trying to figure out how to put it into words. I waited patiently for him to speak, but the period of silence felt way longer than it actually was.

“He’s a borrower.”

That… explained a lot, actually.

Borrowers are common knowledge among psychics, given that we can read minds. It’s a bit of an unspoken rule in the PSI community to leave them alone if you come across them. They aren’t in a place where they feel comfortable interacting with humans, and until they are, the best thing we can do is respect their privacy and boundaries.

But this was a unique case. Flint was a child. A psychic child. A psychic child who was alone, away from his family, and clearly scared. Exceptions had been made before for this exact situation.

“Where is he? We have to find him before he gets hurt!”

“He’s been staying in my lab, but we can’t intervene.”

“Sasha, he’s a child, we have to!”

“No… No, we can’t. Milla, if he finds out that we know about him, he’ll run.”

He did have a point. Flint kept running away even in the mental world. But he also kept coming back. He was determined to learn, even though he was afraid.

“But it seems like he wants to stay here. Maybe if we calmly explain that we aren’t going to hurt him, he’ll stick around to talk things out.”

Sasha sighed.

“We can’t take that risk. I’m not sure how he got here, but he likely stowed away with one of the campers. If he runs, he has no way of getting home. He’ll be alone, at the mercy of nature itself, not to mention the psitanium-affected wildlife.”

“But we have to do something. Does he know how to survive on his own? Can’t we at least leave resources out for him?”

“I suppose there’s no harm in that, but we’ll have to be subtle about it. There’s no telling how he’d react if he found out.”

I didn’t like keeping this a secret. Flint clearly wanted to make a name for himself as a psychic, otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered coming to Whispering Rock. But if he wanted that to happen, he would have to tell us the truth eventually.

I was worried that the longer we kept pretending we didn’t know his secret, the more upset he would feel when the truth got out.

“We can’t do this forever. He’s going to find out at some point. I agree that we shouldn’t confront him directly, and he should tell us on his own terms when he’s ready, but until then, we need to do everything in our power to make sure he knows that he’s safe and welcome here. Otherwise… he could end up running off regardless.”

Sasha nodded, taking another long drag as he was lost in thought.

“Then that’s our best course of action. Help him from a distance, and offer whatever guidance he seeks when he drops into our classes.”

“In that case, we should probably tell Ford and Morceau.”

He winced at the mention of the coach’s name.

“Do we HAVE to tell Morry? You know how he is…”

He adorably pouted in protest, as if that would do anything other than make me wanna kiss him.

“He’s… eccentric, sure. But he’s a professional, darling. He would never harm a student.”

With that in mind, we arranged a meeting in Ford’s sanctuary, and we all agreed to help Flint however we could, whether it was leaving out resources for him, or taking the time to help him adjust in the mental world.

The next day, when he appeared in my levitation class again, he cautiously approached me.

“Um… Agent Vodello? Can I… stay after class and do a one-on-one lesson? I don’t really like having the other kids watch me.”

That was probably the most he’d spoken to me since he arrived, so that was a good sign.

“Of course, darling! I know it can be hard to adjust in a new place with new people, so if you think this will help you get more comfortable here, then we can give it a try!”

“Thank you. Also… I’m sorry I keep running away. This is all so new to me, and I just don’t wanna mess up.”

I smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes widened in disbelief. This must have been strange for him. Even though his projection was in human form in the mental world, he was still very aware that he was a borrower, and this kind of interaction could never happen in the physical world.

“Messing up is how we learn, Flint. It can be scary, but you have to keep trying. Figure out what works and what doesn’t, and move forward from there.”

He nodded, smiling for the first time since I met him.

“You’re right. I’ll keep trying. And one day… I’ll be a Psychonaut!”

“I’m sure you will. But you’ve still got some growing to do.”

He chuckled.

“You have no idea.”

I had to stifle a laugh. It was clear he was feeling better if he was already joking about his situation. Of course, I couldn’t let him know I got the joke.

For the rest of that first week, the other counselors and I met up every night after the campers went to sleep to discuss Flint’s progress.

Our efforts to guide and encourage him were proving effective, and he was already starting to show a lot of potential. Small as he was, he had a powerful mind. Even Morceau seemed impressed with him, which was rare for him to admit.

At the end of the week, I went with Sasha to his lab after our nightly meeting, since he had been working on something and he wanted to show me. When we got there, we were met with the sight of Flint, fast asleep on the workbench.

I had to do a double take. I knew he was tiny, but this was my first time seeing him in person.

Sasha slowly approached the workbench, looking concerned.

“What is he doing out here?” He whispered.

I walked over to stand beside Sasha, and then, I noticed that Flint had fallen asleep on an opened issue of True Psychic Tales. Specifically, it was one about the two of us.

“I think he was just doing some late night reading. Maybe he wanted to get to know us better?”

“Well, he’s not gonna accomplish much from reading that. They’re heavily exaggerated.”

“Aww, let him have fun, darling. He deserves it.”

Flint seemed to be at ease, considering how sound asleep he was. I was worried he would hear us and wake up, but that wasn’t an issue. Still, I couldn’t imagine it was very comfortable sleeping on a comic book.

Sasha thought the same, and used his Telekinesis to move Flint into his bed, which he had made out of a matchbox and pieces of cloth. We could only hope he wouldn’t notice we moved him when he woke up, but he had to have been so tired that it would be easy for him to believe that he simply didn’t remember going to bed.

“How long do you think it will be until he fully trusts us?”

“It’s hard to say. But we’ll just have to be here for him until then. However long it takes.”

[jacksdinonuggets]

In the lost and found AU, how about Vaggie meeting Charlie? Maybe Rosie could bring a little!Charlie over for a play date so Vaggie can hopefully make a new friend

Lost And Found Oneshots: Playdate!

Sorry it's a bit short, I'm not good at writing playdates.

Carmilla cleaned up the kitchen, watching Vaggie play in the living room. Rosie was coming over that day, bringing her little one with her. When she found out that Vaggie had no friends other than her sisters, she wanted to help and introduce her little to Carmilla’s daughter. Besides, her little was a bit afraid of the kids in cannibal town, it would be nice to meet someone who was at least a little bit like her.

The doorbell rang, signaling that Rosie was here. She opened the door and greeted them.

“Good afternoon, Rosie,” Carmilla smiled at her. There was a white skinned girl with blonde hair and red cheeks. She was dress in shortalls and was holding Rosie’s hand

“Afternoon, Carmillia! This is my ray of sunshine, Charlie!” The cannibal introduced the girl next to her

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlie. I have some snacks inside if you guys are hungry?” 

“Snackies!” Charlie squealed with excitement and ran inside. She didn’t eat much in cannibal town since she wasn’t a cannibal. She was happy that she could eat something that wasn’t abnormal.

Rosie sighed and smiled. Her little was always so energetic about literally anything. Carmilla led her inside and poured her a glass of no-no juice (Rosie, not charlie).

As Charlie put some potato chips onto a plate with some cheese and crackers, she heard some babbling coming from the living room. Carrying her plate with her, she decided to check it out. Since there wasn’t a wall separating the living room from the kitchen, the adults could still watch over them.

Charlie peered over the couch and saw a fellow little! She seemed to be a lot younger than she was though. She was in a onesie and was doing tummy time on the carpet. Charlie decided to be friendly and sat down on the carpet with her.

“Hi! I’m Charlie! I am this many!” she held up 4 fingers

“M vagbie,” The one-eyed girl babbled. Luckily, Charlie figured out that her name was not vagbie, but vaggie.

“Nice to meet you, Vaggie! Wanna play hide’n’seek?” she asked happily. Vaggie nodded, sitting up.

“Mama! We’re gonna play hide ‘nd seek!” Charlie yelled to her caregiver from the other room.

“Okay, sweetheart, be gentle with vaggie though, she’s a lot younger than you,” Rosie told her.

“Okie!” The mental 4 year old responded, “I’ll start counting,” she tells vaggie.

Vaggie luckily knew how to play and she began to look for a place to hide once Charlie covered her eyes and began counting. She couldn’t run though, only waddle. She eventually found a good spot underneath the staircase and crawled under it.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Charlie announces, uncovering her eyes. She started to look for her new friend. First, she checked behind the curtains, the classic hiding spot. When none of the curtains had Vaggie in them, she started to look in other places. Then she had a perfect idea. She ran into the kitchen where the caregivers were talking.

“Mama, have you seen Vaggie?” she asked her caregiver.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, what about you, Milla?” Rosie looked over to Carmilla.

“I don’t think she came through here. Keep looking, I’m sure you’ll find her.” The arms dealer said.

“Okay!” Charlie ran back into the living room after grabbing a cookie.

After a bit of searching she heard some giggling come from the stairs. She went over and looked underneath.

“Found you!” Charlie smiled.

The two played hide and seek for a bit until Vaggie got tired and needed to be put down for nap time. About an hour later, Vaggie was woken up for lunch. They talked a little bit while they ate and continued to play other games and with toys the rest of the day. They would definitely have more playdates later.

[dockett]

"I Can't Pretend Anymore."

Thought pretty hard about jumping in and posting some Joel fanfic so here we are! I haven't been on tumblr in awhile, so please be gentle! Lemme know what y'all think! Camilla and Joel have been eyeing each other for awhile now, but when Joel spies her with another man, he doesn't know what to do.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only! love confessions (sorta), oral f! receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, etc

Word count: 1.7k

Joel always walked Camilla home from patrols. Often quiet and stoic, he'd walk beside her up until her porch, and then he'd watch her go inside before he walked off into the dark. Tonight felt different to Camilla.

He walked with more stiffness, a cold look in his eyes and his hands in his pockets. However, he didn't intimidate her like he did most people. Instead, she found him to be a private, intelligent, and sometimes charming man. He didn't look at her as they walked. 

“It's quiet out tonight,” she said.

“Mm,” he replied. That threw her off. He was always willing to talk to her, so long as she started the conversation first.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. She stopped walking. He took a few more steps before turning to face her. His face was unwelcoming, angry even, and she frowned as she looked at him. 

“Am I walkin’ ya home or not?” He asked. She folded her arms. 

“Not until you tell me what's wrong.” 

He scoffed, and looked down at the ground, and then to her. “You can see yourself home, then.”

She couldn't hide her shock, it bloomed across her face like he had smacked her. He began to turn away, taking a step, and she reached out, grabbing his arm. He didn't look at her. 

“Look, Camilla,” he asserted. “I don't think I should walk you home, anymore.” 

“Joel, look at me when you speak to me,” she replied. He didn't. “What's gotten into you?” 

“Into me?” He asked, his eyes like a hawk as he finally met her gaze. She could see the flash of malice in them, she'd hit a soft spot. “You got plenty of guys lined up—” 

The brunette shook her head and cut him off, “And? I don't want them walking me home. I want you to.” 

Joel glared at her, clenching and unclenching his jaw. “Don't lie to me, Milla. I see the way you look at Noah.”

“What does it matter? I want you to walk me home.” 

They held each other's gaze. She could see him formulating thoughts. He'd clearly been upset about this for some time, for it to finally come bubbling up. Sure, she liked Noah well enough, she'd even gone out of her way to eat with him the night before, but she didn't like him in the way she liked Joel. 

“I can't pretend anymore,” he finally said, pulling his hand out of his pocket and grabbing the hand that held his arm. “I like you, Camilla. A lot more than I'd like to say. I-I don't like the idea of you with other people.”

The admission shocked her, and warmth flourished in her chest, traveling up to her cheeks which reddened. She didn't look away, and instead stepped closer. He was unsure of himself, swallowing thickly. He breathed out a sigh but he didn't release her hand. 

She reached up with her other hand, touching his cheek, and he closed his eyes, not leaning in or away. She raised herself up onto her toes, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Joel,” she whispered against them. “I want you to walk me home.” 

“Okay,” he whispered back, before returning her kiss with ginger eagerness. 

They pulled away from each other, and Joel walked her the rest of the way home, arm in arm. She pulled him up onto the porch with her, and said, “I'd like you to come inside.” 

He nodded and she unlocked the door. As soon as it closed, Joel was there, pressing her back into it as his lips found hers. Her hands grasped at him, one holding onto his shirt and one reaching up into his curls. 

They kissed feverishly, and soon found themselves pulling at each other's clothes and discarding them as they kissed their way through the living room, and down the hall to her bedroom. 

Clad in only underwear, they fell into her bed, and Joel pulled his mouth away from hers. They looked over each other in the dark, Camilla rubbing her hands over Joel's large and strong body, and he bent down, breathing over her breast and nipple. 

“‘S this alright?” He asked.  

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

He took her nipple in his mouth, positioning himself between her thighs. She could feel how hard he was through his jeans as he began to rut against her. She gasped for breath, as he began to pleasure her, sucking and licking on one nipple while playing with the other with his fingers. 

She moaned his name, and he groaned in response. He released her nipple with a ‘pop!’ and said, “Oh I could get used to hearin’ that.”

Milla shuddered. At that moment she was putty in his hands, and he knew what he was doing. He worked her body, playing her like an instrument, listening to her moan and gasp as touched her. He began to move down her body, releasing her nipples, and kissing across her stomach.

He hooked his thumbs around her underwear, and with her assistance, pulled them off. He didn't waste time, ducking his head and sucking her clit into his mouth. One of her hands shot to the top of his head and the other to the blanket underneath them. She arched her back as his mouth engulfed her, curling her fingers. He hummed, the sound vibrating her to her core.

He moved with expert precision, trading between licking through her folds and sucking on her clit, and it drove her wild. Her legs wrapped around his torso as her heels dug into his back, pushing him closer to her. She could feel him shift his hips, grinding into the bed as he watched her intently. They both breathed hard, and Camilla could feel herself getting closer and closer. 

She squirmed under him, tossing her head and gripping his hair harder. “Joel, Joel,” she breathed. “I can’t… you’re gonna make me—“ 

“C’mon now, darlin,” he said. “You can do it.” 

He resumed, focusing all of his attention on the bundle of nerves, lapping his tongue in quick circular motions. The heat licked through her body, causing beads of sweat to form on her forehead and her cheeks to flush. Her back arched off the bed and it all crashed down on her. 

She couldn’t even get his name out as her eyes squeezed shut and her body tensed up over and over as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, hyper aware of the electricity his touch brought. Her legs slammed closed around his head, squeezing uncontrollably. He didn’t let up, helping her ride out her climax until it was too sensitive and she was scrambling away from him, back across the bed. 

Joel shifted his head away at that point, her thighs falling to the sides, and she breathed hard. He pulled himself up across her body, planting a kiss on her lips. She could taste herself, and she moaned into his mouth, darting out her tongue. He moaned back, discarding his own underwear. She could feel his cock, resting on her stomach as he kissed her. 

He pulled away as she reached down his body, feeling over his hip and ass. He leaned on one arm, guiding himself into her with his other hand. He took it slow as she stretched around him, and she winced. He was bigger than she anticipated. 

Camilla laid her head back, closing her eyes as he seated himself all the way inside of her. He waited for her to tell him when she was ready, and when she was, he began shifting his hips back and forth at a mellow and methodical pace. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hanging onto him as tightly as she could. She moaned with each thrust, which seemed to encourage him to move faster and faster. Soon he was slamming into her, pressing himself so deep inside of her that he was reaching a spot she didn’t know existed. 

She was overwhelmed, every sense assaulted by him. All she could feel, or even fathom was him. She basked in it, feeling him breathe on her ear, biting down gently on her earlobe. She had been waiting for this moment, and the real thing was even better than she had imagined. Her nails dug red tracks down his back, and he moaned her name. 

It sent her over the edge, another powerful wave of pleasure ripping through her, and then another, and then another. He shuddered to a stop as she tightened over and over around him, her legs shaking. “Joel!” 

He pushed himself up, looking down at her as she came down. He smiled, a genuine and pure grin, and said, “Good girl.” 

The brunette shivered at the praise, bringing her hands to cup his face. “It’s your turn.” 

He nodded, and then pulled out of her. He flipped them over and helped her find her balance atop him as she straddled him. As soon as he was inside of her again, his hands gripped her hips, gently guiding her motions. She grew more confident, and soon was grinding him against him at a quick pace. He moved his hands, taking her breasts in them and squeezing them tightly.  She rolled her eyes back in her head, planting her hands on his chest to stabilize herself. 

Joel whispered her name, and she knew he was close. One of his hands dropped back down to her hip again, and the pad of his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it in little circles. She faltered, but did her best to maintain a steady momentum. 

“One more time,” he said. “I know ya can.” 

She nodded, breathing hard as she jolted. It didn’t take much longer. She fell against him as she came a third time, body vibrating with pleasure. He grunted and took control of her hips, pushing them against him until he joined her. His head tossed back with his eyes closed. 

They laid like that for a moment, both of them breathing hard as they came down. His hands began to trace shapes along her back, and she hummed quietly. 

He lifted her off of him after a while, and sat up, his back to her. She reached out, placing her fingertips on his lower back. He looked over his shoulder at her. 

“Will you stay?” She asked. 

He didn’t hesitate before nodding. “Yeah, I will.” 

[technovillain]

really curious about your ideas for the Truman mind DLC, care to share- you said you had wall of text and phone, and we always love to see those pour out- as alas we cannot dive into minds (yet).

Several people have asked for my wall of text now so I must oblige!!! I'll clean up my phone memo stuff a little bit for you all :] Here we go:

TRUMAN'S TOPIARY:

A twisting garden theme with a notably busy vibe. Lots of little mental workers ( the Trumen ) hard at work trimming all the tiny branches. Multi-tiered hedge maze setup that plays with different types of plants throughout, including different people from his life represented as different types of plants.

You start out in an endless grassy field with a giant topiary tree in it there are green needle weeds at the base of one side. A few censors and regrets burst out around this area to fight. As you approach the tree you can climb up it, and there are carvings in the wood akin to Truman's tattoos (I am a Truman cool hidden tattoos truther okay).

The first level is absolutely crawling with Trumen, little garden-gnome-esque Truman guys who would prune the trees in a very calculated manner....normally. Right now they are crazy busy at work pruning thousands of little gristol heads out of the woodwork...nasty bodysnatching side effects. There is a hub in this area with a big brainlike water feature reminiscent of the original motherlobe design. Warm dappled green lighting everywhere. 

Truman will talk to you inside his mind, like Sasha and Milla do. But he isn't so much present as just himself but rather sort of the whole tree is him in a way?? Or maybe just a certain part of the tree he is visible and speaks to you. The leaves around you can part and open and blink like his eyes. The ground rumbles a little when he talks and shakes a lot when he laughs or shouts.

There is an area full of flowers for Lili, and a lily flower version of Lili. His representation of her makes it entirely clear that she is an absolute ray of sunshine in his life. This area is somewhat reminiscent of a kid's bedroom mixed with a flower garden....something something flower bed.

There is a secondary area above the main hub where you can find Hollis (as well as a few other agents) as plant characters. This area covers his relationship with her and the other agents and also how he feels about the current state of the Psychonauts.

There is the Truman part of the Truman Tree at the top and that's where you learn more about him and you can hear all his thoughts. This is where you see how he really works. The Trumen are kind of like harmless censors in a way. As you observe them you realize they have a bit of a "hiding what the vibe really is" thing going on as they overwater, overprune, and overwork themselves. In this room is an access point to the main trunk piece of the Truman Tree. You can go inside and slide down it to the root system.

The roots area allows you to see a bit into Truman's past and this is where you see his relationships to Bob and Laurel (his mother). The main problem here is Bob being essentially buried alive. Thats what's causing the crazy weeds on the surface and all the strife in his head is his really shitty relationship with Bob and the heavy regrets he has about how he left things with him and feeling responsible for Bob's rapid decline.

We see that he can make a clean break, although it splinters pretty heavily with Delphine's area of the tree being pruned away, with Delphine connections being left mostly through the Lili section of the brain. [Memory vault in a part of the Lili section that goes through the rise and fall of their relationship quickly]

Anyways the root system shows us a memory vault of Truman's memories with his mother Laurel, with the last one implying her death from cancer. The physical version of Laurel is her as some sort of plant that has been closed in a book. Reminiscent of both a coffin and also the fond memory that goes along with a plant pressing. What book it is might be relevant in some way...haven't decided yet

The other part of the root system is Bob. The Bob, who is a very thorny cactus man in a closed in glass planter. It is cracked and the thorny weeds are breaking through it and up to the surface but no light comes in.

.... I honestly haven't thought a whole lot about gameplay mechanics other than that it relies heavily on Herbaphony, the new power that Truman teaches you. Levitation and mental connection doesn't really do anything for getting around in this level.

Herbaphony has two primary features and functions pretty similarly to mental connection. In a non combat setting it helps you get around into new areas. Using herbaphony on hotspots grows purple vines around them. Growing lots of vines next to each other connects them and you can climb up them. In combat, you can grow vines around enemies and the plants sap their energy and gives it to you.

[paladinwife]

Something Looming

Miranda thought she would never tell Carmilla her feelings. Then, they were faced with a mission where she thought neither would make it out alive. Contains spoilers for the Mass Effect 2 main plot and for Miranda’s loyalty quest. Miranda x self insert, ~900 words. Trigger warnings for discussions of death (but nobody dies) and a mention of kidnapping.

Miranda was all too aware of Milla, positioned just across the room from her. She was quiet, leaning against the window, watching the stars go by as the Normandy sped through space. Her usual calm smile was no longer there as she stared plaintively at something far away.

She couldn’t stop glancing at her. She was still as she gazed out at space.

This was not the first time she had found herself glancing at her. Far from it. But it felt different seeing her so tense.

“Carmilla.”

The other woman nearly jumped in surprise at Miranda suddenly breaking the silence. Miranda slowly approached her, coming shoulder to shoulder with her.

“You look troubled.”

Milla laughed softly, flashing her a weary smile. “What, was the whole ‘entire crew getting abducted’ thing not enough to trouble you too?”

Miranda returned her smile, shaking her head. “Perhaps you’d like to talk about it.” Half-joking, perhaps. But the offer was there.

Milla gave a laugh laden with exhaustion. “Might not be best to keep dwelling in the existential dread.” She paused. “But, thank you, though.”

Miranda made a soft noise of acknowledgement, turning her gaze to the passing stars. Still, she stayed close to her, their shoulders just barely touching. For a moment, they were silent.

Milla turned towards her, breaking the silence. “How is your sister doing? It sounded like you still talk to her sometimes.”

Miranda continued to look out the window. “She’s in school now. Sounds like she’s doing well.” She took a breath. “She should be safe. For now.” She hopes.

“That’s good.” Milla turned back towards the window. Once again, they were quiet. “...Do you ever think about that?”

“Hmm?” Miranda stopped leaning on the window, turning to face her.

“Leaving her behind, I mean.” Milla pushed herself back up off the window, turning to look Miranda in the eye. “It’s not like we haven’t been in danger this whole time. But now, the thought of dying out in space and leaving my family behind with no warning is looking more and more real.”

Miranda was quiet, her eyes turning towards the floor, lost in her thoughts. She could only just see Milla furrowing her eyebrows. Finally, she spoke.

“That would be for the best.”

Milla looked at her, furrowing her brows. “You don’t really believe that.”

Miranda slowly looked back up at her. She was right. She didn’t. But she wanted to.

She didn’t say anything to Milla. The look in her eyes told her she already knew what she wanted to say.

“I won’t pry. But, you know what I think.” Milla glanced over her shoulder. “Here, I’ll give you some space. It seemed like you had work to do.” She turned, taking a step away.

Before Miranda could think, her hand caught Milla’s.

Her heart stopped. Milla turned back to her, eyes wide.

Her hand was so small in hers. So delicate.

It felt right holding it in hers.

“Milla, wait.”

Milla stared at her in surprise.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Milla was turned entirely towards her again.

“What is it?”

Miranda closed the distance between them, taking a deep breath.

“There’s something I’ve been hiding from you.”

Milla’s expression shifted from surprise to confusion. “And what is that?”

A hint of indescribable emotion flashed across Miranda’s face. “I… didn’t think I would ever tell you this. But I can’t hide it anymore.”

“But what is it?” Milla’s voice turned soft.

“Milla, I’m in love with you.”

Milla tensed up, eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

Miranda looked back at her in surprise. “I mean, I love you. I have for a while.”

The look in Milla’s eyes softened. “How long have you felt this way?”

“It’s been some time.” Her answer was vague. She didn’t know what to tell her. She didn’t even know the answer herself.

Milla paused. “I… Miranda, I had no idea.” Her gaze stayed locked on Miranda’s. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“

“Please,” Miranda cut her off. “You don’t have to return my feelings. I just couldn’t go any longer hiding this from you.”

“But I do.” Milla’s voice is uncharacteristically soft. “I really, really do.”

Silently, Miranda took her hands in hers. Her heart raced in her chest, in a way that it never had before.

“Miranda.” Milla spoke again. “This… This can’t just end like this.”

“What do you mean?” For once, Miranda was taken aback.

“Are we just supposed to go to our deaths, now that we finally know we love each other?” The look in her eyes was intense. “We can’t just… we can’t just die like this, can we?”

Miranda froze. What she had described was her entire plan - tell her now so she would never have to face her again. But, she had not prepared herself for the potential of Milla returning her feelings.

From the furrow in her brow and the pained look in her eyes, Milla’s face told Miranda exactly how her hesitation felt. She had to say something.

“We won’t.”

Milla’s eyes widened, before quickly softening. “We won’t,” she repeated back to her.

Miranda took a breath, leaning in close to Milla, lips meeting briefly, her heart skipping a beat. She pulled back, Milla’s hands still in hers.

“We won’t,” she says again, this time with more confidence. “I’ll make sure of it. And then… we can figure it out from there.”

[doodle17]

Rewriting the PN1 Kiss for the Lobotomy Family AU...

So Raz is still trying to stop his dad from Kidnapping his friends. One of the Friends he rescues is Lili, shortly after he finds a bracelet she usually wore on the shoreline.

What starts the kiss is instead Raz trying to patch her up, giving a kiss to an injury, before both look at each other's eyes, and silently kiss each other (both reading the other's mind, because Raz trusts Lili enough so she can read him).

They refuse to acknowledge said kiss until the end of the adventure, but this time Lili wants to try to get the courage to talk about it. Raz is so focused on clearing his dad's name, and between him being distracted by that and Lili's dad being in a coma, she just wants to know where they stand. And if she's lost her friend or if he's changed to something else.

BRO THIS GAVE ME IDEASSSS

Like- it's while Sasha and Milla are fighting Coach, and Raz and Lili are hanging out in a tree to hide and Lili has a scraped knee or something so Raz is like "I got you bro" and is helping bandage her up

Once he finishes (a little bad because sheegor is better at it) he proudly says "there! Not too shabby if I do say so myself." Before kissing the palm of his hand and patting her knee. She's like bitch wtf was that and he tells her about how it's something Gloria would do with him when he had a bandaged scratch or two.

BUT

I WAS THINK THAT THE KISS DOESNT EVEN HAPPEN UNTIL THE PN2 PLOT HAPPENS

Mostly because in the first case Raz was definitely more hesitant to a kiss in the first part of the au. In fact, during the kiss scene in the au, Raz actually started to lean back when Lili tried to lean in for kiss, but there was an explosion that caught there attention leading to them running over and checking it out.

In the 2nd game, after some crazy events (which I still need to think of for the plot) And Lili finds her dad's brain, Raz has almost cleared his dad's name, and things are great, he gives her big ol kiss! It kind of leaves her standing there dumbfounded while Raz runs up to the interns to tell him about the news with his dad

[canis-rex-lupus]

SPLATOON PSYCHONAUTS HEADCANONS PART TWO cause imm.... hyperfixating . this one is ALL ABOUT LOBOTO!

ok so last post i briefly talked about how raz learned a lot of his fundamentals from ford...THIS post im talking about raz getting to teach.

caligosto loboto is a bad player.

he never sticks to a weapon long enough to get good at it, never plans ahead or keeps any sort of strategy in mind in the midst of a match, and he flat out refuses help. milla's been offering him advice and told him time and time again that she'd love to train with him, and it's like talking to a brick wall. it's insulting!!! by offering all this help and special training milla is basically flat out telling him he's terrible -- she wouldn't insist he needs so much help if he wasn't! he gets this patronizing behavior from most people he plays with. oohhh be careful, ooohh watch your ink tank!!!

it's frustrating and embarrassing to have someone point out all your mistakes. even IF they're "trying to help"... which cal still doubts. he halfway thinks they're doing this to make fun of him. or worse: it's all out of pity. he hears milla sighing about how she "just doesn't know how to get through to him" and he sees sasha shaking his head like he doesn't wanna tell her he's just a lost cause, and suddenly he feels small again, back in the hands of people who just can't deal with him. yet again there is something wrong with him, something broken about him, that needs to be fixed.

raz, though....raz doesn't quite think the same.

raz never nags him with a million things he should be doing differently or acts all patronizing. instead, he highlights what cal does right. raz cheers him on when he gets splats, points out what he did right and why it worked to push him toward strategical thinking without putting pressure on him by pointing out every little mistake.

instead of insisting he needs proper training, raz makes training a game - hides the proverbial spinach in the metaphorical brownie, if you will. he challenges cal to see how many of the targets in the lobby he can pop before the game they're waiting for starts, and cal learns the range and power and speed of his weapons without even thinking about it. he teaches him cool tricks he can do with his specials or shortcuts on certain maps he can use to get the jump on the enemy, all delivered in a casual, lighthearted way that puts cal at ease.

and it works wonders.

before long, cal is moving from C rank to B, then to A! he's remembering the tricks raz taught him and making smarter decisions when he gets caught in combat, and all the target practice has familiarized himself with the wide range of weapons he uses, not only letting him use them more wisely but helping him reliably fight against a wider range of weapons since he knows their limitations. raz's way of teaching makes cal feel smart, and that motivates him to learn more. and raz is a fun teacher!

the older agents are so proud of them both. cal is making great progress (the growth he's gone through while practicing in the game shows in real life, too, he's starting to improve mentally) and raz's approach teaches them all just how valuable positive reinforcement can be. cal is still a long way off from X rank - he still gets tripped up often and frustrates easily - but he's certainly no lost cause.

caligosto loboto is a good player. he just has a lot to learn.

[wildcatofgreen]

"So, tell me, Carol," the old hound found herself back on the couch, motioning for the other dog and the feline to take a seat on a stool or two. She had apparently brought them home from a book signing a couple decades back--an accidental thievery, Carol had guessed? "How many water dragons do you know of right now?"

This left the feline stunned for a moment, standing at her stool instead of sitting. How many? Wasn't Lilac the only one?

Or... maybe this older Milla met Lilac's parents or something. It'd make sense, to be fair--you see your daughter on the news pronounced dead and their only friend is a famous romance novelist, apparently. No wonder she'd met them by now.

Wait, no--that wouldn't work at all. Lilac's parents would have to know what she looked like in the first place, and according to her she was taken as an egg.

Hm...

The feline spoke, timidly, "Uh... I only know about Lilac, ma'am--"

"Oh please, Carol!" The hound gave a hearty chuckle, picking up her cane and pointing it at the cat, "I may be old, but that's no reason to be so polite! Stones--one moment you see authority and you start acting all prissy! "You're just like your sister, you know that?"

!!!

The feline's eyes widened, her hand clutching at her shirt. "S-Sis? Cory? You... you know her?"

"Mhm!" She hummed with a smile, "Once you get to know her, Coral's really not all that--"

"CORAL?!?!?!" Her ears drooped, she stepped back--tripping over the stool and falling on her rear.

"Relax, Carol," the hound waved it her reaction off like it was nothing, "She's not the same Coral you knew--not anymore at least." She sighed, as if to reminiscence. Her gaze locked onto a wall, leaning on her cane, "Things are different here, remember? Therminia and Bakuna didn't exist back when you're from. You two didn't die back then either."

Her expression softened, eyes gazing at the floor.

Right. She shouldn't be so caught up in people knowing that name--not here anyway. Who the hell knows what happened to her in this universe? Especially since Carol...

Eugh. It was so fucking morbid to think about. She hated it. She hated how everything was so different, how all these places and all these people she knew weren't the same.

Everything changed.

All because of her.

...

All because of him. If that bastard never killed her Lyli--

RING RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RING RING

RING RING RING RI--

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

The feline flipped her phone out of her pocket, answering it groggily. Her husband looked on with curiosity, a brow raised.

...

Oh stones it's fucking Zao. What the hell does he want--

The little red panda starts to go on about a certain... incident, involving a green hawk the other day.

Right. She almost forgot about that.

"Uuuuuh-huh. Lemme jus', stop you right there. "You wanna host it, right? You dun't gotta try an' hide it, bro."

And the red panda acts all sheepish, talking like he has no idea what she's talking about, that if she wants it done at the 'Sphere then she can have it done that way, because woah she's the Battlesphere Champion and she gets what she wants and--

"It's too early for this, Zao. Yes, we'll do it at the Battlesphere. We still gotta set up a date an' whatever for it, but--"

Then he's talking about how he already has that stuff settled.

"Bro, come on. Ya can't jus' spring that kind of shit on us like that. It ain't jus' me you're ropin' in now. "Lets like, at least talk about what we're doin' there, alright? Do a 'lil meetin' first 'ta talk about all the logistics an' whatever--then we can get 'ta the--"

Now he's whining. Whining about how boooooooooring it all is.

"Yeah, well--I ain't lettin' another Battlesphere Blitz happen 'ta me, alright? 'Less ya wanna lose two of your most valuable stars, hotshot."

She looked over at Sony, who gave her the cheekiest grin imaginable.

A groan heard over the phone, followed by a resounding ''FIIIIIIIINE''. Stones, what a baby.

"Great. Awesome. Outstanding. Amazing. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go finish my sleep, thank you."

Click!

Pain in the ass.

She puts her phone away, wrapping her arms around her husband once again.

Sigh.