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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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Hidden Sisters, Chapter 21

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angst, threats, mentions of death/murder, knife violence/stabbing, manipulation.

“ALL HAIL KING LANCE AND QUEEN ANNALISE!”

The crowd that had wanted to be witness to Lance and Annalise’s wedding cheered. Lance looked to his bride, his heart swelling as a blush rose on her cheeks. Their kingdom had loved her, and because of how she made him a better man, they loved him.

He reached out to her, slipping a hand around her waist. She turned to him, bright eyed and happily in love, a rumble rising from her chest, “husband.”

Lance smiled even more, “Wife…mate…alpha…”

Her rumbles got louder and his smile turned into a full Cheshire catted grin.

“I love you, so much, Lance…”

“I love you too, Annalise.”

“I love you Lance!” she moaned. Lance thrusted slowly into her once more, burying his cock all the way to the hilt in his wife’s dripping core. His eyes closed softly as he felt every moment, truly immersing himself in it.

“Annalise.”

Her core fluttered around him. She reached out, pulling his face to hers once more so she could taste his lips again. The couple’s lips melded together, working in tandem. Tongues fought for dominance, teasing the other.

The moment was almost too intense for them both.

They’d been riding their highs as they continued to build; teasing the impending orgasms, edging one another for over an hour.

Lance could feel the fluttering of his wife’s core, and he stopped his sinfully slow thrusts, stilling inside of her. His kisses faltered, breaking away from her own lips as the warm air filled the space between them. Her eyes fluttered open, her lashes betraying the look of faux confidence she’d been giving him earlier.

She was a lust-wild wolf. A whimper escaped from her lips. The alpha was driven to the brink of her lust, and she wanted a release. She wanted to feel him filling her, spilling his seed inside of her waiting womb.

“Lance…please my love!” she whimpered, stroking his cheek. He smiled, nuzzling his nose against her own. Her lips parted and a shiver ran down her spine as she inhaled his scent. She turned her head to the side, and Lance noticed her mating gland was swollen, “please…take me…”

Lance felt his cock twitch. She shivered again, arching her hips up so that he slid a little bit further into her. Her nails grew longer until they were scratching hard enough into his shoulders to leave angry red marks.

He could see her canines protruding and he knew she was fighting off not only her orgasm, but a shift.

“We can’t go back if you regret this…”

“I only want you, my love!” she whimpered, rolling her hips to beg her husband for what she wanted, “please, Lance…”

“I love you, Annalise!” he proclaimed as he leaned down and bit into the flesh of her neck, marking her and opening up the mating bond.

“It was horrible, Jake…I-“

“Hey-hey, it’s okay!” Jake sighed. He held his younger sister while she sobbed against his chest, “it’s nothing you did. It-“

“He really did that?” Ransom asked quietly, looking at Lance.

The nymph king nodded, looking at his wife and brother-in-law, “yeah…they couldn’t break through the charms you put on the kingdom. So it was just…there.”

“YOU PUT THE HEADS OF NYMPHS ON SPIKES AND PUT THEM IN FRONT OF THE WATER KINGDOM!”

Samantha’s jaw tensed and she glared at her brother. Jefferson looked away from the couple, embarrassed over his orders.

“They weren’t welcome…and they knew it.”

“THERE WERE CHILDREN, SAMANTHA!”

“AND WHAT ABOUT MY FUTURE CHILDREN, HUH?” She yelled in his face, standing up against her older brother, “WHO WILL PROTECT THEM IF THERE’S SOMEONE HIDING AMONGST MY HUSBAND’S SUBJECTS? WE CLOSED THE GATES TO THE KINGDOM FOR A REASON. THEY TRIED TO GET OVER THE BORDERS!”

“YOU HAD THEM MURDERED!”

“Jake…”

Jake looked to Ransom, who was holding onto his arm. He had barely realized that he had stood and was in his sister’s face. Her nostrils flared, “listen to your husband…and back off, Jake.”

Jake continued to glare at his sister for a moment. He was trying to read her, to read the situation, but nothing was happening. He couldn’t figure out how she had managed to change in such a short amount of time.

“Jake…please,” Ransom tried again, tugging on his husband’s arm. Jake looked back to his husband who was warily eyeing Jefferson. His attention focused on the wood nymph king. He looked nothing like he had just a few months ago. The joyous, but fair king looked tired and worn down. Almost like he belonged in a madhouse, not a castle, “please sit down, mate…”

“This isn’t you…” Jake said softly, staring down Jefferson as he sat back in his chair, “I know this isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me, Jake,” she spat, pulling her brother’s attention back to herself. Jake watched as she cradled her stomach, the bump now visible, “I’m going to be a mother soon…and this war is going to get bloody…I need to know that my future-our legacy is protected.”

“So you’re just going to go around murdering people who knock on your door, looking for help?” he asked, directing the question to Jefferson.

He swallowed nervously, and Samantha took his hand. He looked up at her hopefully and she spoke firmly to Jake, “I will do whatever it takes, Jake…maybe you and your husband should go home to the safety of your kingdom…the woods are dangerous nowadays…haven’t you heard?”

“I’m not leaving without you, little flame.”

She stared at him, her heart racing. She was still trying to process how Lloyd had not only managed to get into the mountain, but had ended up in the nursery.

“Y-you shouldn’t be here….”

“I don’t care!” he said quickly, rushing up to her. She took a step back and towards the bassinets, placing herself in front of them, her first thought was that he was trying to take Nick and Jennifer’s son. He frowned, “I-I’m not here for the hatchlings…I’m here for you, little flame!”

“Stop calling me that!”

His frown lines set a little harder as his sadness turned into confusion, “why? Why can’t I call you that? That’s what you are! You’re my little flame…and I’m your storm cloud….”

“What about Suzanne, huh?”

“Suzanne’s gone!” he growled, feeling angry that he had to defend why he was coming for her, “after Lance let the nymphs do what they wanted, she decided to go be with her true mate…a woodland nymph. And I want to be with you.”

“L-Lloyd…we don’t work…”

He closed the space between them, his hand reaching out to grab hers and place it over his chest, “you tell me this doesn’t work. Tell me you don’t feel how hard you make my heart beat. How fast it goes when you’re around. Tell me that you don’t feel the same now that I’m here.”

“I-I can’t leave, Lloyd…this is my home…”

“Make a home with me…like we always talked about when we first got together,” he begged, “let me show you how much the world can offer us, little flame. We can run and-“

“Why can’t you stay here then?” she asked quickly, cutting him off.

“Because he’s supposed to kill Lance!”

The pair turned towards the voice, immediately breaking away from one another.

Nick was staring angrily at them.

“King Nick.”

Nick chuckled at the woman’s obedience and loyalty to him, “you don’t need to bow…you are a loyal subject. You are the midwife to my sons…but he is not welcome in the mountain until he brings me Lance’s head and the dagger he used to sweep it from his body.”

“I’m not going to do that, Nick…”

Nick smiled, “did you forget our little conversation, Hansen?”

“Little flame…I-I need you to trust me! We need to leave…now.”

“I-I’ve never left the mountain to live somewhere else, Lloyd…everything I have is here. Ev-“

“We can have a new life!” he said quickly, trying to convince her, “please!”

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Lloyd…”

“Yes she is. She-“

But Lloyd’s words died in his throat when Nick pulled her towards his chest and produced a dagger which he held at her throat, “it’s very unwise to show up back here without what you promised me. Very unwise, Lloyd…”

“Please,” Lloyd begged, his eyes already going teary at the thought of losing her, “Nick…you don’t have to do this. Lance doesn’t want your son. He doesn’t want a war to happen. It’s already bad enough with Jefferson trying to attack the water kingdom, bu-“

“The war is here, Lloyd…and we all have parts to play,” he warned “you need to play your part to get your happy ending.”

“My king…” she whimpered, suddenly putting everything together in her head, “please…I do not wish to go with him…I-“

“Shut up!” he growled, pressing the knife a little against more against her throat. Lloyd wanted to take a step towards her, but he knew if he did, Nick might slit it, “do you still have the dagger?”

“Yes!” Lloyd answered. He pulled the dagger from his clothes and held it out. Nick eyed the bed, and Lloyd tossed it gently onto the bed, “I-I want no part in this…just let-“

“If you won’t do it…then I will!” Nick proclaimed. He drew his hand away with such speed that no one knew what was happening. Lloyd stood stock still staring at the love of his life. Her lips parted and Lloyd took a step forward.

A thin sliver of red dripped from her throat. She looked at Lloyd and dropped to her knees. Blood began to pool out of the wound, and that’s when reality struck him in the face.

He rushed her, dropping to his knees, “no. NO! Little flame!”

The blood stained her clothes, covered his hands as he tried to put enough pressure over her throat to stop the bleeding, but it was to no avail.

Lloyd screamed as his love began to die in his arms. Nick stood in his corner of the room, watching it unfold.

The door creaked open and Jennifer took in the sight of Nick with a bloodied knife, and her midwife bleeding out on the floor of the bedroom; Lloyd crying, begging for some miracle to happen so that she didn’t die.

But her tanned skin was already paling. Her lips already going blue as the light inside of her eyes went out. Jennifer felt a sense of dread coming over her as she looked at her husband, “Nick…what have you done?”

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vivwritescrappythings · 1 year ago

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joel miller x fem!reader

Finally finishing the request for a Joel Miller fic inspired by "Jealous" by Nick Jonas for @prettyinpunk85 (I hope you like it)

You get new neighbors in Jackson, Joel doesn't like how much attention they pay to you so he decides to teach them a lesson.

tw: afab and fem reader, p in v sex, alludes to curvy reader, age gap (twenty years), exhibitionism, some dubcon, dirty talk, no use of y/n, unsafe sex (do as i say not as fanfic writes), oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, jealous joel, written from joel's perspective (may be bad)

Word Count: 4.8k

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Joel didn’t know what to do with himself when you’d happily announced that you had new neighbors. The house next to his in Jackson had been empty for some time, it was yours until you decided to move in with him and Ellie. He was hoping the neighbors would be a family, or maybe some older survivors. Really, someone you could be friends with, he knew you were way too extroverted for just his company.

But instead the new neighbors were his nightmare: two guys–in their twenties.

You were young for Joel, he knew that. Part of him had always attributed your interest in him to the fact that choices were limited in the zombie apocalypse. He hadn’t even known how to flirt with you, awkwardly leaving tattered books he had found during supply runs on your front porch, sometimes accompanied by wilted wildflowers. One day he had left you a bookshelf he’d built, endless hours spent in his studio sanding the wood to perfection and carving flowers into the border. You had to ask him to come over to help you move it inside.

That was over two years ago, and he still had no clue why a pretty thing like you had decided to even talk to him, let alone be with him. To be honest, no one else in Jackson understood it, either. You worked at the small bakery on Main Street and wanted to convert one of the buildings into a library. You liked to sew pretty dresses and planted superficial flowers outside of the house in the summertime.

Joel was nothing of the sort, keeping everyone at an arm’s length aside from Tommy and Ellie. He stayed on the fringes of community events, always present but never participating. Ellie was loud enough for the both of them, boisterous and friendly and everything he wasn’t. He was happy to watch her thrive.

So the first time she asked him to go to the bakery so she could hang out with a friend, he reluctantly agreed. He’d introduced himself to you like a complete idiot, blushing when you laughed and informed him that you were neighbors. Joel had become enamored with you from the second he saw your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the edges and your cheeks lifted. He could’ve died a happy man right there at the counter.

From then on, he claimed that bakery visits were firmly his responsibility.

He sucked up every piece of information you gave him, starting with your favorite items at the shop and spiraling until he knew that you loved wildflowers and what books you liked to read. Joel was greedy, he wanted to know everything about you–he wanted to be the only person that knew everything about you.

That was when he started leaving you gifts at your door, and the rest was history.

So when you swatted his hand away from the cooling cookies on the rack in the kitchen, his brown eyes regarded you with betrayal. “They’re for the neighbors,” you informed him, untying your cute, frilly little apron and hanging it on the hook he’d installed.

The neighbors.

They had already become adversaries in a war that only he knew existed. Joel sighed, heavy boots plodding against the floor until he could wrap his arms around your waist and pull your back to his chest. “Now why are you giving the neighbors my cookies?” he asked, nuzzling the tip of his nose against your temple.

“To be friendly, Joel,” you said with a giggle, turning in his arms to look up at him. His big, scarred hands were on the small of your back, fingertips rubbing gentle circles through your shirt. He swore his heart stopped every time you looked up at him, your thick eyelashes fluttering as your lips quirked into a smile. “Something that you are unfamiliar with.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “M’friendly,” he protested, pecking you on the lips as though it would prove his point.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, leaning up and kissing the corner of his lip once before squirming out of his grip. You retrieved one of the few plates that didn’t have a chip missing from the cabinet, transferring the cookies onto it with care. “It took you how many months to talk to me?”

Even if the question wasn’t rhetorical, he decided to treat it that way. He moved closer to you, a possessive hand curling around your waist and lips meeting your shoulder. “To prove you wrong, I’ll come with you to introduce ourselves to the neighbors.” He wanted to keep an eye on them, let them know that his pretty girlfriend was in fact taken before they got any wrong ideas.

Your brow furrowed, immediately suspicious of his motives. “Who are you and what have you done with Joel Miller?”

He smiled, trying to be sweet and smooth like he used to be when he was younger. Before everything. “Maybe I just want to be nice, wildflower. Ever thought of that?”

Your eyes dragging across him let him know that you weren’t convinced. The two of you stared at one another, waiting to see who would cave first. Apparently it was you. “Fine, but I know you’re up to something.”

Joel’s hand was firmly planted on the small of your back as you stepped out into the afternoon sun, the whole world looking like it was dipped in gold. You went up the rickety porch stairs first, Joel only a half step behind you as you adjusted the plate to one hand to knock on the door.

He was staring at the way the blue paint was starting to peel, thinking about how no self-respecting man would let his house fall into disrepair like that. No mind that they had only moved in a few days ago, they should’ve repainted the front door by now–it was people’s first impression whenever they walked up to the house.

It took a moment after you knocked for the door to swing open, two blonde idiots who looked like they were straight out of a magazine advertisement standing on the other side. Their blue eyes lit up when they saw you, easy smiles gracing their features like they hadn’t been battle-hardened by the outbreak.

Not like Joel was.

Joel’s fingers dug into your back, his expression hardening. They tempered their excitement when they saw him, standing so close to you that he could practically be your shadow.

He loathed the way they were looking at you, his jaw set tight and flexing beneath his beard. You were talking, he could hear the notes of your voice like you were speaking underwater–he was too focused on the dopey smiles in front of you to even pay attention to what was being said. You made them laugh, they said something back to you. Probably their names if he had to guess.

Before he even realized, you were tugging him back down their porch steps and into your shared home, flitting away to make Joel his own personal batch of cookies like nothing had happened.

–

Three times that week he had come home to find them loitering outside the front door or talking to you along the edge of the freshly painted picket fence. They were always showering you with compliments, be it about your cookies or the flowers you’d carefully planted in the boxes Joel had built you. They scattered whenever Joel was there, making excuses about chores that needed to get done or errands that needed to be finished.

But he knew better.

Of course, you talked about the nice boys next door over dinner, it took everything in him to not immediately scowl at the mention of them. The fact that you referred to them as boys was laughable, they were closer to your age than he was—maybe a few years difference between you at most. Nothing compared to his whopping couple decades. He tried to brush the thought away as quickly as it sprouted.

He humored you, knowing that you just thought that everyone was kind and friendly and honest because you were. That was what he loved about you.

–

The last straw was when he was out in the back installing a porch swing for you to read on. They were doing something, near enough to the tall fence splitting the yards that he could hear them talking as clear as day.

Joel almost went over there to give them a piece of his mind, listening to them speculate about why you were with him. They were laughing as they bet that he couldn’t even get it up anymore, that there was no way he was taking care of you like a man was supposed to.

He was old, angry. And you… you weren’t.

He was seething by the time they finished up and went into their house, his hands nearly shaking when he finished screwing the brackets into the roof. Back in the QZ, Joel would have probably fought them—killed them, if he was honest with himself.

It would be easy to bust down their door and give them his retribution, he wasn’t always the domesticated beast he’d become for you. But nevertheless, he sucked it up. You would be devastated if he fought with them, as much as he would love to feel their skin split under his knuckles. He couldn’t do that to you.

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It was a few evenings later that he got what he wanted: an opportunity for his revenge. You were on the porch swing with him, the two of you nestled together in the orange rays of the sunset. You both were reading, Joel’s arm tucked around your shoulders so your chin was pressed against his bicep.

You always were fully immersed in your books, an earthquake could happen and you would have no clue. So you didn’t hear your neighbors’ back door slide open, but Joel did.

He barely moved, didn’t bother to say a word as his broad hand moved from cupping your shoulder to gently graze around the side of your breast. It was a lazy day for the two of you, you were only dressed in one of Joel’s flannels and pajama shorts that were so loose around your thighs you may as well have never put them on.

You immediately shivered at his touch, your thumb slipping between the pages of your book to hold your place. “Joel, the neighbors,” you whispered, twisting so you could look up at him.

“Went on a hunting trip, they’re not home,” he said loud enough for them to hear. Hopefully they would have the good sense to shut up. His thumb circled your already stiff nipple, a smirk stretching across his features conspiratorially. “C’mon, Ellie’s at a friend’s house and no one’s here—let’s test out the porch swing.”

Your lips were already parted, the heat building on the back of your neck so intense Joel could feel it through his shirt. “Joel,” you whined in the way that made him get hard as a fucking rock in his pants.

“Yeah?” he asked, suddenly playing dumb as though he hadn’t started it.

You pouted, your brow furrowing and bottom lip jutting out as you arched your tit further into his hand. He acquiesced immediately—he always did—pinching your nipple through the well worn fabric of his flannel. His reward was a soft moan from you, your body both melting into and arching away from his.

“What’s my girl want?” Joel asked, his voice a deep rasp as he stamped his lips against your temple. The small of your back was pressed against his oblique, your cheek squishing into his collarbone as he watched your thick thighs press together. He kept toying with your nipple, his free hand setting his book aside and pulling yours from your clutch. “C’mon, you gotta tell me. Can’t read minds.”

You huffed, you always hated it when he made you ask for what you wanted. “Joel please,” you whined, pressing your heels against the cushion that covered the wooden seat and sitting up so you were flush against him.

“Please what?” His free hand skimmed down your side, snapping the stretched-out, elastic waistband of your shorts. It made you squeak, a quiet giggle coming from your throat.

“God, please just touch me,” you whined, your impatience making him chuckle darkly. His hand moved from your waist, tracing over the pudge of your stomach and dipping into your loose sleep shorts. There was nothing beneath, just your soft skin and the curly patch of hair on your pubic bone.

“No panties? You slut,” Joel teased, his fingers traveling even further down until they sunk into your cunt. You were wet and warm, almost scalding his skin as he parted the lips of your sex to find your swollen clit. “And already so soaked.”

You moaned, a hand winding around his bicep as your back arched. He kissed the crown of your head as he rubbed your clit between the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, slow and soft. He knew you’d complain, beg him for more. He just wondered how long it would take until you did.

Not long at all, it was maybe half a minute when you rocked your hips impatiently against his hand. “Joel, you’re being mean.” You were loud, louder than you would ever mean to be with the threat of someone possibly catching you.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “Mean? Not true,” he countered, increasing the pressure he was putting on your clit. If he strained his ears he could hear how wet you were, a quiet squelching noise barely muffled by the fabric of your shorts. You pressed your hips further against his hand, your teeth digging into your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum.

He dipped to gather more slick at your fluttering entrance, teasing it for a moment before returning to your clit. You were being so good for him, so sweet. His other hand unbuttoned the flannel you were wearing down to your navel, freeing your breast for him to knead and squeeze in his broad palm.

Your eyebrows bunched together, your lips parting as your gaze was stuck on where his hand disappeared beneath your shorts. “Feeling good?” he asked, relishing in your moan of agreement as you nodded.

Joel smirked, pulling his hand from your shorts. “No–oh my god,” you protested, nearly up in arms. If looks could kill, he would be struck dead. He stood, his dark eyes briefly looking over the fence to see the neighbors still on their porch, their jaws dropped to their chests.

His smile widened as he sank to his knees in front of you, your protests dropping off as you lifted your hips so he could take your shorts off. A wicked grin stretched on your features, you sucked your bottom lip back into your mouth as your gaze roved over him. You settled so your ass was almost hanging off the porch swing, spreading your legs without Joel having to direct you to do so.

“You want me to eat this pretty pussy of yours?” he asked, rough hands smoothing along the insides of your soft thighs. Joel wasn’t a man with a weakness for pretty things, but there was something about your slick and puffy pussy dripping for him that made his heart nearly stop.

“Fuck, please, Joel.” He loved the way you begged.

Joel pressed his mouth to the soaking mess of your sex, moaning at your salty-sweet taste on his tongue. He could never get enough of you, settling one leg over the curve of his shoulder as his other hand pressed your knee to your chest. The sun was shining in his eyes, but he didn’t let it stop him from looking up at your face. He lapped at your cunt with firm, long strokes, practically drinking from you.

In a moment of generosity, he pressed the middle and ring finger of his free hand knuckle-deep in your pussy, pulling a loud and broken moan from your chest. He was smiling into your pussy, suckling at your swollen clit as he pumped his fingers into you.

Your fingers tangled into his dark brown curls, grabbing at them in a way that sent shivers down his spine as you pulled his head flush against you. Joel loved the way your soft thighs pressed against his ears, almost muffling the sweet sounds falling from your pretty lips. Almost. Being outside had made you reckless, the promise of Ellie and the neighbors being gone letting you reach a volume that he hadn’t heard in a long time.

Of course, Joel knew better. He ate you like a starving man, proud that every sound you made was heard by the two men–boys–sitting on the other side of the fence.

His knees on the concrete ached, his back protesting being curled so he could keep his mouth pressed tightly against your weepy cunt. The pain was worth it, every second of it was worth it just to make you fall apart. Just to remind the world that you were his and his alone.

Your head had fallen back to rest on the bench, your eyes scrunched closed as you gasped. Joel’s fingers crooked inside of you, finding the spongy spot at the front of your cunt. It made you writhe, the hand keeping you spread apart for him pinning you down and forcing you to be somewhat still as he pressed at that spot mercilessly. His eyes remained on you as much as they could, taking in every heaving breath and the way your breasts moved under the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt.

It was only moments more until you were coming apart at the seams. You’d squirmed out of his hold, your heels digging into his broad back. Your legs clamped around his head, your back nearly broken with an arch. The sound you made was almost wounded, a desperate cry of his name as your legs spasmed and you practically gushed over his hand.

He worked you through the aftershocks, your pussy fluttering deliciously around his thick fingers. Your hold on his hair loosened just enough for him to pull away, mouthing at the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You came back to yourself, breathing again as your legs relaxed to rest on his shoulder. He peppered sticky, wet kisses on your inner thighs.

“Joel, oh my god,” you sighed, scrubbing a hand over your face as you panted. A laugh left your chest, making him grin like an idiot as he rested his facial-hair covered cheek against your leg and caught his breath.

“Clean these up for me,” he requested, his soaked fingertips now pressing at her bottom lip. They glistened in the afternoon sunlight, a sticky film coating the entirety of them. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment, your bratty streak coming through before you submitted and opened your mouth to let his fingers slide against your warm tongue.

You sealed your lips around them, sucking your slick off earnestly and rolling your tongue along his digits. “What a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that,” Joel said as he stood, making eye contact with the neighbors before looking back down at you. His knees protested the movement, cracking a bit as he straightened.

He had to check to see if they were paying attention, the blush across their faces visible from across the yard.

A hum against his fingers brought Joel’s attention back to you. You watched him through your thick eyelashes, the sight alone making him feel like he was going to blow his load.

Your hands found the tie at his sweatpants, pulling the bow apart impatiently. You let go of his fingers with a pop, your soft lips shiny with a mix of your spit and slick as you started to pull his sweatpants down. “Wanna suck your cock, Joel,” you said, almost sounding drunk on it as your fingers hooked in the elastic waist.

He couldn’t help his smirk, his hand caressing your cheek and jaw as he looked down at you. He could feel two sets of eyes burning into him as he let the silence hang for a moment. You were being so perfect for him and you didn’t even know the extent of it.

“Nuh uh, not tonight,” Joel said, stooping down to press a wet kiss to your forehead. Your whine of protest made his chest puff up with pride.

He shook his head with a smirk, kneeling down on the cracked concrete again. His poor knees–he would certainly regret the entire escapade tomorrow. Really, he wanted to get you up on his lap and have you ride him until you were crying–but he didn’t want to risk you seeing the neighbors. Or the neighbors seeing any more of you than the back of your head.

Grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you so your entire ass was hanging off the porch swing. The only thing keeping you from falling was his hands and your legs hooking around him for some stability. You were already grabbing at him, fingers twisting in the shirt he still wore. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Uh huh,” you panted desperately, nodding with a frantic look in your eye. “Please, Joel.”

He smiled, pushing his sweatpants down around his thighs and taking his cock into his hand. You moaned as he rubbed the tip of it along the seam of your pussy and pressed it against your clit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as the blunt head of his cock caught, Joel filled you with a quick slot of his hips.

Your head fell back, a whine pulling from your throat as you bore down around him. He almost lost his mind right there, no matter how many times you’d had sex you still were so tight. You both stilled, panting and gripping at one another as you become acquainted, blinking in the afternoon sun.

“God, I love this pussy,” Joel grunted, trying to talk you through it as he started thrusting gently. No matter how quiet he was in his normal life, as soon as he felt you squeezing around his cock he started running his mouth. The hinges of the swing creaked a little as it moved back and forth, his hands anchored to your hips.

He took you slow, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. Bitten down grunts and grit teeth were met with your sweet mewls and dulcet moans as he split you apart. One of your hands reached for his, your fingers lacing with his before he pressed your knuckles onto the cushion of the swing. “Wanna hold my hand, sweet girl?” he asked, voice borderline condescending as he did.

You nodded pathetically, gasping every time he rutted inside of you. He’d reduced you to mush, partially formed words dying against your lips as he hit home against the spot inside you that always made your breath lock up in your chest.

“Who do you belong to?” Joel asked, squeezing your hand to get you to come back down to earth. You looked a mess, completely fucked out as you blinked slowly and took a deep breath. It took you a minute to really focus on him, your hand weakly squeezing back.

“You, Joel,” you answered, teeth scraping along your plump lower lip as you fisted the open flannel still draped around your shoulders.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down toward you as he kept up his almost machine-like pace. “Louder, be a good girl,” he murmured, pressing a wet and sloppy kiss to your throat. You clenched around him at the praise, it had always been one of your weaknesses.

“Joel, m’yours,” you gasped, words broken up by the reverb of his thrusts and the slap of his heavy balls against your ass.

He never had reason to doubt that he was who you wanted to be with, but the reassurance helped ground him. The whole week he’d been wondering if he was holding you back, if you actually wanted something else from life. But with the way you were taking his cock? The way you moaned for him? Hell, the way you looked at him was more than enough. There was no mistaking it for anything other than love.

“That’s right, you’re mine.” You shifted under him, the angle of your spine letting him hit deeper inside of you. His hand left your waist to grab the soft cheek of your ass, keeping you steady and supported. “No one else’s, right?”

“Yeah, Joel. Just yours.” The assurance was breathy, your voice faltering in your throat as you started to go rigid. You were looking up at Joel so sweetly, tears starting to glisten in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric of his flannel that you wore on the porch swing that he built you at his house. He had a mean possessive streak, but look at you–so happy to be his.

He lost himself. He worked on pure instinct, pistoning into you as he became blind with the desire to pin you down and fill you. You whined as he slammed into you, his sweaty forehead pressing against your sternum and his hands gripping you tight. He could feel you draw up like a spring beneath him.

You lurched on a wail, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that it almost hurt as you came. Joel moaned in sympathy with you, greedily taking in every expression you made beneath him. You whimpered and mumbled unintelligibly, your grip tightening around the hand you still clasped as your limbs locked up.

Joel lost all semblance of coordination and control, hitching up one of your thighs and driving himself deep into you. Instinct dictated his every move, overriding common sense as he grunted above you like an animal.

He thought his jaw would crack in half from how hard he was clenching it, mumbling nonsense to you through his teeth. There was a lurch deep in his stomach, his abdomen starting to flex as he fell out of his rhythm. It was only a moment more before it felt like his skin was too tight and everything was too hot and he was spilling inside you while groaning your name.

You were so full that you were leaking around him, come dripping down his balls and splattering on the concrete. Both of you were shaking, breathing each other’s air as your foreheads pressed together. Love filled your expression, making him smile tiredly.

You felt for him, your fingertips caressing his jaw as you brought him in for a gentle kiss. You always brought him back, reminded him to be soft with you when he nearly forgot. His tongue licked into your mouth for a moment before he ducked his head and lazily sucked at your breasts, his hips grinding against yours. You both hissed.

“Want me to run a bath for us?” he asked, his voice thick as he mouthed at the skin of your sternum.

“Yeah,” you whispered, nodding weakly as your fingers skated up from his beard to curl into his hair. It was sweaty at the nape, curling more violently than before.

He hummed good-naturedly, pulling out of you with a groan before tucking himself back away in his sweatpants. Joel looked down at the mess he made of you, his come already running down the crack of your ass and dripping onto the concrete. He moaned at the sight, even the shitty porn magazines he’d found on supply runs didn’t compare to this.

He helped you back into your shorts, a fist closing your flannel around your chest as you both shakily stood. You were like a newborn fawn, knees knocking together as you leaned into Joel’s chest. He chuckled breathily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and holding you close. A soft I love you was whispered against your temple, a gentle reply following from you.

Joel glanced over the fence as he walked you to the sliding glass door, a proud glint in his eye as he met the shocked stares of your new neighbors. He winked at them, squeezing you tighter before bringing you inside with him.

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x afab!reader #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller fic #tlou #tlou fanfiction #the last of us x reader #the last of us #my first request!!

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ghostradiodylan · 1 year ago

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[s k i l l ]

So, we talk a lot about Quarry headcanons and what could have been on the Brainrot Discord server that Kat made and one of the things I keep thinking about is how they gave (at least some of) the characters these sets of skills that never really impact gameplay, and I think it would be really cool if they did. Like, if there was more variety in who could be sent on which path. Switching Kaitlyn to the Hackett house path with Laura and Ryan to the scrapyard with Dylan being a popular one for fanfic, but also, idk, maybe Dylan won't let Ryan go without him so he ends up on the Hackett house path too? Maybe Abi steps up to go with Kaitlyn to the scrapyard and has to figure out the crane even though it's way out of her skillset, maybe Emma and Jacob can actually come back and link up with the rest of the gang instead of being stuck out in the woods for so long, stuff like that.

I'm just thinking about what their skills might be and how that might impact the game. Also keep in mind that if the character you most need for a task ends up up dead before that task comes along, it's going to be carnage for everyone else, which would up the replay value significantly IMO.

Kaitlyn: Shooting. She's a MUCH better shot than Ryan, if we can believe the Shooting Stars scoreboard (four of the actual children attending the camp score higher than him), but we never see that in the game? What if the aiming mechanism was actually different between different characters? What if there were shots you could make more easily as Kaitlyn, that were harder to pull off as Ryan?

Ryan: Agility. Guy does a lot of running and jumping, what if there were timed segments that were easier to complete as Ryan within the allotted time, or else something consequential happened? Good luck if you ended up plodding along with Jacob instead, now Abi and Nick are both mauled and turning, or something like that.

Dylan: Tech. Dylan's the physics nerd who slays at the crane game. What if you could bring him to the Hackett house and he could figure out the electric circuit puzzle in no time, but that meant someone else had to help Kaitlyn in the scrapyard? Maybe Ryan can still save Jacob without him but he takes too much time and the Hacketts catch you and pick off one of your party.

Jacob: Strength. Jakey's probably the buffest of the dudes, so maybe there are times you need a pair of strong arms or legs and Jacob's the only one who can come through. They also show us him picking locks but he never does that in an impactful situation, so maybe he'd have a lesser talent for that as well.

Abi: Stealth. Okay, so Abi runs and hides? Maybe she's awesome at hiding, then? Maybe she can get through parts of the game undiscovered by the werewolves that other characters can't. Maybe her being short AF means she can fit into hiding spots that you can't cram the leggy bois like Dylan and Nick into.

Emma: Observation. Emma's always watching and analyzing everyone's behavior and documenting things on her phone. Maybe she can find evidence or tarot cards others can't, or put pieces of the mystery together in ways no one else thinks of. Emma's a badass in the game, but it would be cool to see her 'documentarian' side come in handy prior to the credits rolling, too.

Nick: Climbing. I completely made this up because we don't get to see Nick do much besides try to pull his crush, suck face on a dare with Emma, and get mauled, but we do know he takes kids through the ropes course based on his dialogue with Abi, plus he's tall so he's got long arms and legs! Maybe he's the aerial expert. Maybe he can scale fences and get important items down from trees. Maybe he can climb up and free other characters who get stuck in those snare traps. (Obviously this assumes someone else can be the Designated Werewolf Victim, which I also think would improve the game.)

This also assumes Laura and Max keep their current roles, but I'd be up for that to be changeable too. It's not that I necessarily want a higher number of choices available, I just want the choices we can make to actually impact the gameplay and story arc more! Anyway, that's my Quarry ramble for the day (unless I come up with another one). Anyone else have thoughts?

#the quarry #skill #double skill #the quarry headcanons #the quarry missed opportunities #fixing the quarry #kaitlyn & dylan vs the world #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #jacob custos #emma mountebank #abi blyg #nick furcillo

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beesinspades · 2 years ago

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TRIGUN FIC REC LIST (FOR FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION DAY 2023)

For years I haven’t been able to participate much because I barely read any fics anymore, but Trigun has definitely changed that, so here it is! A rec list of every fic I’ve enjoyed so far! I have terrible memory and not enough brain power to leave a note about each one, but I put a ♡ next to every fic I particularly loved! They're all rated G or T, but five of them are rated M (mainly for violence and canon-typical heavy topics). A lot (I mean. a lot.) of them have a Hurt/Comfort tag. Most are Vashwood BUT there are 10+ Gen fics and a couple of Mashwood ones as well :3 Please note some of the fics in this list are not spoiler-free!

VASHWOOD

♡ tell me why your hands are cold (show me how) by desertblooms

Beelio’s comment: the first Trigun fic I ever read, so of course it’s a lil’ bit special to me!

♡ terrors don't prey on innocent victims by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ Heavy Weight by eshtaresht

Beelio’s comment: I only read the Wolfwood POV chapter. As the first ace Vash(wood) I read besides mine, it made me really happy!

The Problem with Making Friends by sad_ghost_kid

half your life you've been hooked on death by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ stars by the pocketful by the_13th_battalion

Beelio’s comment: gave me cavities and i said thank you

♡ a phantom's reverence by bricus27

Beelio’s comment: another one of my favorites!

♡ heaven's grief brings hell's rain by JazzRaft

say it's such a fault by procrastinatingbookworm

A Ship and his Anchor by DerringerMeryl

lazarus wept by Bioluminescent

shepherd my flock by Bioluminescent

Beelio's comment: a really cool concept with Wolfwood as a church grim!

♡ a spark of hope is what i'm after by IceEckos12

work song by AllegedlyAnnie

♡ Breezeblocks by caffeinefire

two eggs, over easy by AllegedlyAnnie

Beelio’s comment: this one is just so funny. trust me.

dear star and spring bud, my preachers by elemmacil

"Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds." by selcouth_raw

♡♡♡ water bucket blues by fathomfive

Beelio’s comment: literally begging you to read this. good god. I never read first person pov fics AND YET. probably my favorite Trigun fic!

safeguard by the_13th_battalion

in a phrase to cut these lips by gorgongorgeous

Of Nick and Nicholas Names by theMusicmaniac

♡ under the bloody moonlight by spinoffprotagonist

Even Angels Deserve Guardians by glaivenoct

♡ scattered feathers, shattered glass by SpiritusRex

MASHWOOD

and i'll love the littler things by procrastinatingbookworm

To Touch You by hypermoyashi

GEN

The Sobs of a Bear and the Tears of an Angel by loveandpeanus

♡ How Judas Earned His Name by BrownieFox

♡ nobody said it was easy by procrastinatingbookworm

Beelio’s comment: this gorgeous post-trimax fic made me cry which is a feat in itself

♡ if only there was some way to ease the pain by SpiritusRex

the river brings you home by tissuebocks

♡ For the world that we leave, not the world that we found by RedWritingHood

I wanna feel like the work had some meaning by RedWritingHood

Season of the Witch by tragic_unpaired_electron

What Was Taken, What Was Restored (series) by Anxiety_Elemental

♡ If You Had Not Have Fallen by aboxthecolourofheartache

♡ YOU ARE HERE; or, How to Get Lost in the Desert Without Really Dying by fathomfive

Start here by AsterAspera

Now everyone knows about my tastes in fanfiction. If you read any of them, please leave a nice comment for the author if you can, I'm sure you'll make their day! 💜 Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day to my fellow fic writers! Thank you for feeding me (us) so well.

#trigun #trigun fanfiction #vashwood #fanfic writers appreciation day #fic rec #maybe next year I'll consider myself good enough at art to draw fanart for my favorites....Who Knows

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lilzyex · 4 months ago

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Bloodstains of a past life ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. M.S (chapter 2)

IN WHICH

Julia went to a bonfire party where she met a sort of strange set of triplets. She never heard their name before. Never even saw their face, but they felt so familiar. Everyone around them knew them well. Even her closest friends which was weird. They never talked about them. But now it seems as if they attended her high school for years.

(A/N SORRY FOR THE LATE POST I WAS REALLY BUSY also. I’m writing another fanfic I CANT STICK TO ONLY ONE LMAOO BUT ILL BE POSTING BOTH OF THEM BC IM CHAOTIC ASF.)

My vision was blurry as I ran through the forest. I ran for what felt like decades without stopping but I didn’t feel tired. Suddenly I stopped running against my will. I looked around and my vision felt so real. But my body didn’t. I saw a black figure walk towards me and horror flushed through my face that I couldn’t see. Matt was standing infront of me but something was terribly wrong about him. Blood was leaking from his mouth, unsure whose it was. When he opened his mouth two of his teeth were abnormal. I tried to run. I tried to scream. I couldn’t do anything.

Suddenly I wake up in my room, my breathing was heavy as I looked around my dark room. I quickly turned on my light and still my surroundings and vision were blurry.

My mom came into my room. “Honey is everything okay?.” She asked with a concerned look on her face. “Yeah.” I answer palming my face “why are you in my room what’s going on?” I look on my bedside table to look what’s the time and before I could my mom said

“Honey how do you know you’re in a dream?” She asked with a weird tone.

“I don’t know?.” I say

“You have more fingers. Remember that. Mary. ” She said smiling

I look over to my fingers counting them.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

11.

12.

13.

14.

I quickly woke up again this time it was 7 in the morning the sun was up as I gasped for air.

“Fucking hell.” I quickly looked at my fingers and saw that they were normal. I looked around my room and my vision wasn’t blurry anymore.

I quickly got ready for school and came downstairs.

My mom was watching the news with horror on her face “mom? Is everything okay?” I ask my voice trembling still scared after the dreams I’ve had “they found a girl in the woods. Dead.” She said.

“Who is it?” I ask concerned I take a closer look to the news and realise.

It’s the girl from friday night. “Mom she goes to my school.” I say my jaw dropped “how did she die?” I ask

“They think it was an animal attack. She got bit multiple times in her neck. Poor girl.”

Fuck no. I stood there with fear.

The bitten Mary story. Why is everyone calling me Mary. First Matt then my mom in my dream. My thoughts were racing in my head.

What is going on.

I realised I need to get more information out of those triplets. Something isn’t right with them. How come people act as if they knew them for years. And why do weird stuff keep on happening to me ever since I’ve heard their name for the first time. Or was it even the first time?.

“I’m gonna go to school…” I mumble to my mom as I slowly leave the house “be careful Julia.”

Chris closed his locker and flinched to the sight of Julia standing right next to his locker

“Right your gonna tell me who the fuck are you.” Julia said furiously

Chris eyebrows scrunched up as he chuckled “what are you even talking about?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb how does everyone know you and what on earth is happening” I say grabbing his arm when he wanted to walk away

“I go to this school??? And what do you mean what’s happening?” He said “the girl. She fucking died.”

“Which girl?”

“The one who went in the forest?” I yelled

“I don’t know. Probably bitten Mary.” He teased me. Chris looked me up and down and said “look. I don’t know what’s your problem with me Matt and nick. But we didn’t do anything to you. So I don’t know what this lunatic bullshit is about.” Chris said as he left me standing next to his locker feeling a little bit guilty.

Am I really being a lunatic? But something just isn’t right I know it.

The bell rang. And I walked to my first class. Still unable to comprehend everything.

(IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT IM TIRED. )

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #moodboard #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #tumblr fyp #vampire matt #vampire aesthetic #vampire fiction

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arcane-vagabond · 1 year ago

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Sailor-Aviator's Playlist Writing Challenge

Hello, hello!! Welcome back to another writing challenge! This one also had a lot of votes in the poll I posted, so I figured why not go ahead and release it?

The Concept

I have what some might call an eclectic music taste. What does that mean? I like a bit of just about everything! So, I compiled a list of songs from my playlists that I thought might make good fanfic inspiration! As with my Christmas Challenge, there will be a limited number of spots for each song! Just send me a DM/ask telling me which song you'd like to choose and for which Top Gun character you'd like to write for!

The Rules

You may sign up for more than one slot as long as there are slots available. However, you can not take up two slots for the same song.

Tag your fics appropriately! (Angst, smut, fluff, warnings, etc.)

18+ ONLY!

This can be a series, a one-shot, moodboards, or even a collection of drabbles! Just have fun with it!

You MUST use your song in some way in the fic. For example, if your song is Two Doors Down by Dolly Parton, then you could write about going to a party or about being a Dagger's neighbor.

HAVE FUN!!!

This writing challenge will not have a time limit, and you can sign up whenever you want! When you are finished (or started the series/collection), you can shoot me the link so I can tag it below. Also, please tag me in the fic and tag the challenge! The more the merrier! Now, there are some popular artists on here, but I encourage EVERYONE to listen to ALL the songs before making your decisions!! I will add more songs if I need to as well!

Tagging a couple of mutuals who I think would be interested: @goldenseresinretriever @bobgasm @mamachasesmayhem @hangmansgbaby @jupitercomet @seresinhangmanjake @number-0-iz

The Playlist

Songs below the cut!

Two Doors Down by Dolly Parton

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Jake Seresin

@alegendoftomorrow w/ the Dagger Squad

Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Work Song by Hozier

@devil-angel-winchester w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Darling by Halsey

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Tom Kazansky

The Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens

Stolen by Dashboard Confessional

Youth by Troye Sivan

Get on the Road by Tired Pony

Littlething by Jimmy Eat World

The Saltwater Room by Owl City

Enchanted by Taylor Swift

@shinycupcakebaker w/ Bob Floyd

@seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Georgia by Vance Joy

I'll Be by Edwin McCain

@powellssugarbaby w/ Jake Seresin

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Bob Floyd

Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar

New Religion by The Heydaze

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Jake Seresin

She Burns by Foy Vance

Shrike by Hozier

Dancing With the Devil by Short Stack

Like Real People Do by Hozier

Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON

Bright by Echosmith

Someone to You by BANNERS

WILD by Troye Sivan

Stay With Me by ayokay

Iris by Jada Forcer

goldenseresinretriever w/ Tom Kazansky

Sunshine by Short Stack

Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith

aworldinsideaperson w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bob Floyd

Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

Too Late to Turn Back Now by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose

Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks

Mine by Taylor Swift

@bellaireland1981 w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

Burn You Down by Short Stack

Jolene by Dolly Parton

@dingochef w/ Jake Seresin

Pretty Carolina by Jontha Links

Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

aworldinsideaperson w/ Bob Floyd

Style by Taylor Swift

Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift

You and Me by Lifehouse

@bobgasm w/ Bob Floyd

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

aworldinsideaperson w/ (TBD)

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kissorkill16 · 5 months ago

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Are We Friends Now?: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Are they friends now?

"Nick, can you answer me this?"

Delroy passed the note to Nicky in the front. He waited, and the note was passed back to him a minute later.

"Not now, I'm trying to pay attention."

As Nicky continued to try and pay attention, he was passed back another note. He pushed it back to Delroy and continued to listen to the teacher speak, but the note was passed back to him.

"Please?"

Nicky rolled his eyes and looked at the boy behind him.

"Fine. What do you want?", he whispered to Delroy.

"Turn the paper over.", Delroy whispered back to him.

Nicky looked back at the paper and turned it over.

"Are we friends now? Because it feels like I don't hate you as much as I used to anymore. You helped me up when the principal's office exploded, I tried helping you up when you tripped that time in the woods, I was there when we broke Finch's camera, we went into the weather station together and made it out alive, and you hugged me when you were crying about your grandma. We've been talking to each other more often, and without arguing too. Does this mean we're friends now?"

Nicky's eyes widened as he read the note.

Why was he asking this?

Did Delroy want to be friends? Was that why he was asking him this?

Technically, he was right. During this whole Crowface investigation, they've been fighting with each other less and helping each other out more. And the time where he hugged him, he might have to think more about that making them friends, since only friends hugged each other.

But if he was being completely honest, he didn't know if he wanted to be friends with Delroy either.

So he just wrote down an honest answer and gave the note back to Delroy.

"I don't know, man. I'll have to think about it. You should think about it too."

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #nicky roth #delroy #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic

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hotchkissroyale · 1 month ago

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Looking a Little Brighter - Chapter 4 - "A Kind Donation" (sdv fanfic)

Looking a Little Brighter - Chapter 4: F/F Stardew Valley fanfiction, Female Farmer/Penny(G!P). On a dreary, rainy day, Jane brings something special to the library. Penny sees Jane in a whole new light.

An excerpt:

Penny always ate a light lunch on days she tutored. Some carrots, a piece of fruit, a pack of peanut butter crackers. Things like that. She never had the time to make lunch those mornings, especially if Pam was still passed out on the couch. With all the disruptions to her routine today, she hadn’t eaten even that. She didn’t even think she was hungry until now, but the smell of Jane’s lunch was already making her mouth water. Jane noticed her look and, without saying anything, slid the second container across the table. The glass moved across the nicked wood with little resistance, stopping just shy of Penny’s book. “I always make too much.” She shrugged, popping a cube of potato in her mouth. “I’m still not used to cooking for one.” Something in Penny almost broke at the kind, simple gesture. It brought her back to those times years ago, when the bus had first broken down and Penny was still finishing school, when the Mullners or Gus or Mayor Lewis would stop by with a casserole or a big batch of “leftover” soup or bunch of canned food they just happened to be clearing out of their pantry. Jodi started sending Sam to school with a second lunch. The charity had humiliated her, at first, but she grew to accept both its necessity and the kind, neighborly impulse that drove it. Things got better, slowly, or at least good enough that she and Pam could scrape by without the extra help. This wasn’t like that. This was just a friend sharing something she was proud of, happily and freely.

Thank you and enjoy. For anyone who was waiting for this to get a little spicier, I think you'll like (love) the ending of this chapter.

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv #sdv fandom #sdv fanfic #stardew penny #smut #ao3 #wlw smut #wlw

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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Hidden Sisters, Chapter 20

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, mentions of abandonment/abandonment issues, hints of violence/assassins, dark OC, threats of murder.

Annalise stared, bewildered at her older brother and his husband, “wh-what are you two saying?”

“We are here to help,” Ransom smiled softly, “we have seen what you have done for your people. What Lance has done to help his subjects, and it is not in my nature to just stand by while an injustice happens…not if I can help.”

“We are truly grateful for you and your husband’s assistance to our kingdom, King Ransom!” Lance offered, looking blissfully at the hidden entrance to the new water kingdom, “we are few in number, but-“

“It’s enchanted! Or well, the enchantments will be finished in a week,” Ransom said, cutting him off, “no one that should not be here, will not be. Your kingdom will not be able to be reached unless they are a water nymph or have been granted access by one of your own.”

Lance nodded, tears lining his eyes, “my people will love it…thank you.”

“We just want you to be safe!” Jake sighed from beside his husband. Ransom put his arm around Jake’s waist, and the wolf whimpered ever so slightly, “I-I’m sorry for how I reacted when you left, Annalise…I just-“

“You were scared!”

Jake nodded, terrified to be talking to his little sister about his concerns. But Ransom squeezed Jake’s hip gently, reminding him that he was still there and on his side, “I thought that he wasn’t right for you and that you would end up hurt…”

“I’ve done everything in my power to protect her!” Lance replied, slightly angered by the insinuation that he wouldn’t try to protect his mate.

“I jus-I just started getting to know you and Sam though!” Jake whimpered, still looking at his sister, “and you were both so wrapped up in finding your mates…and I get it…I do!”

Ransom gave his husband a soft look, knowing just how much pain he was in and how alone he’d felt when he’d first met him.

“I think Jake is trying to say that he reacted poorly because Jennifer rushed off to be with Nick…and they don’t have that much of a relationship…and then you ran off with Lance…and Samantha was infatuated with Jefferson, and after you ran off, she did to…he just felt abandoned…”

Annalise felt her heart breaking for her older brother as she looked at him, “J-Jake…I didn’t abandon you…”

“i-I know…Ransom and I talked about it a lot…you were just following your heart…” Jake replied softly, “I would have done the same thing…I just-you never kept in touch…so I-“

Jake’s words stopped when his younger sister charged him, wrapping her arms around him, “I’m sorry, Jake…”

He sighed again, slumping against his sister’s arms, “Annie….I-“

“I’m sorry!” she repeated, this time nuzzling against him as well. Jake felt a rumble in his chest as he accepted the comfort that he knew he was craving.

“It’s okay…I just-don’t disappear on me…okay? I-I can’t handle it when people just disappear on me…”

“I won’t, Jake…never again.”

He sighed against her, his rumbles lulling both of the siblings as they held one another. Ransom smiled and rested his arm over Lance’s shoulders, “so good that they’re making up…”

“While I appreciate what you’re doing for us…get your hands off me, Ransom. You’re still a dick to the rest of the free world.”

“So are you buddy!” Ransom said with a knowing grin, “but we’re soft for our Jensen mates…”

“Yeah!” Lance sighed, lovingly looking at the woman that he loved, “I’d take on the world if I needed to…but only for her.”

“Wait until you two have kids together…I’d do anything for our girls…”

“YOU ATTACKED THE KINGDOM!”

“I had to,” Nick said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest, “things were getting too quiet over there, and it’s not like the assassin did their job. So-“

“ASSASIN?”

Nick felt the color draining for his face, and his throat dry up as he admitted to his wife and mate what he’d been doing behind her back.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, NICK?”

“Lance was trying to take our child…”

“He sent Lloyd…once…and then he made that speech about allowing water nymphs to come and go as they pleased…he wasn’t going to take our child!”

“That was a trick!”

“Really?” she scoffed, “you had nymphs coming to us, saying that they chose to see you as the king because you’re a dual nymph and you thought it was some sort of trap?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“HE CHANGED!” she all but screamed at him, “HE’S WITH ANNALISE AND HE CHANGED FOR THE BETTER! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT?”

“HOW CAN YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE SO BLINDED BY THE MAN WHO IS FUCKING YOUR SISTER?” h screamed in response, “HE CAME LOOKING FOR OUR CHILD! I GREW UP WITH HIM. I KNOW THE TYPE OF RULER HE I-“

But he was promptly cut off when Jennifer slapped him hard across the face.

“You don’t have to like him, you ass, but you don’t go burning down his kingdom because you’re feeling threatened.”

Nick��s jaw tensed as he glared at his wife, “I’m not threatened…”

“Listen to yourself,” she scoffed again, “you brought in an assassin to go after him. You attacked his village and burned it to the ground. You’re the one starting a war here, not him!”

“No…no…it is all a ploy…he’ll come after us!” Nick said wildly, “we have to think of our kingdom, Jennifer. Of the boys. It’ll only be a matter of time until Jefferson joins in. We have to hit them too!”

“You’re insane…”

“I’m thinking about you and the boys, Jennifer.”

“You’re thinking about yourself…and your paranoia. And your own ambitions!” she answered, “and we’re not here for it.”

“My lord…”

“Not now!” Nick growled, glaring at the guard who had shown up at the door to his chambers.

“We’ve found a spy, my lord!” the guard replied, not bothered by the fact that he was interrupting the conversation between Jennifer and Nick. He tossed down a woodland dagger that was fitted with intricate detailing on the wooden handle and ivy etchings along the blade, “the woodland nymphs aren’t hiding in the shadows now that news is out about the water kingdom.”

Nick’s nostrils flared as he stared at the weaponry, “where did you find this?”

“Deep within the mountain…Antara and Vulcani found it on their patrols…”

Nick turned towards his wife, a wild look in his eyes, “do you wish to discredit me now, wife? Because we have either a traitor or infiltrator somewhere in this mountain.”

Jennifer felt worry creeping into her bones as she stared at the blade. Her gaze turned back to the two bassinets where her hatchlings were sleeping.

“My lord?”

“Well?” Nick asked teasingly to his wife, “what is it that you’ll have me do, my queen?”

“This war is your fault, Nick,” she spat, tears lining her eyes as she tore them away from her boys and looked towards her husband, “you started it…so you take care of it…but if anyone from my family dies…it’s because of you and you alone. That blood is on your hands.”

“I don’t care! Turn them away!”

Jefferson’s throat tightened as he looked at the disheveled looking water nymphs who stood in front of his guards.

“Have any of them committed any crimes?” he asked, over the microphone, ignoring his wife’s disapproving comments.

The guards turned back to the nymphs and began to question them once more. Jefferson looked back to his pregnant wife.

“Sam-“

“Don’t touch me,” she spat, pushing herself away from him. Jefferson frowned, feeling the anger across their bond. She held her stomach and turned towards him after a minute, “you don’t care about us at all, do you?”

“Wh-what? How could you say that?” he asked, “I’ve done everything that you’ve asked of me. I made sure our walls were fortified once you found out you were pregnant. We’re married and mated per your customs and mine. You’re the queen of the woodland nymphs. I made sure our home is bigger and more well-equipped to handle our future children-“

“But you let those…things in.”

Jefferson frowned, “they are our subjects, Sa-“

“They aren’t!” she hissed, “you’re spreading the kingdom too thin by letting every refugee that wants to come in have a seat at the table.”

“They are still nymphs and beings that are alive!” he justified, “and I will not turn someone away who has done no wrong so that I-“

“We are suffering because of you!” she spat, glaring at him.

“No crimes my king!”

“What would you have me do then, my love?” he asked painfully, not daring to look back to the guards or the camera until his wife let him, “say it and I’ll do it…”

“Shut down the kingdom!” she said firmly. “our subjects are not free to traipse about anymore…not until this war is over.”

“Samanth-“

“And I want these refugees heads on spikes!” she continued, cutting him off with a deathly glare, “I want everyone to know that we aren’t to be played, Jefferson!”

“But Samanth-“

“You said…whatever I wanted.”

Jefferson looked nervously back to the camera that showed his guard who was awaiting his instructions. Behind the guard he could see them. Only about eight or so people, but they didn’t look like a threat. They had come to his gates for help.

“Jefferson…”

“There are children…”he said helplessly, looking back to his wife.

“I want their heads…show me that you can protect me, mate…” she said slowly, “show me that you can protect our future children…”

Chapter 21

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nothingenoughao3 · 1 year ago

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Fic of the Week, week 1

I Must've Dreamed a Thousand Dreams (3719 words) by NothingEnough Fandom: Left 4 Dead (Video Games), The Cabin in the Woods (2011) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Ellis/Nick (Left 4 Dead) Characters: Nick (Left 4 Dead), Ellis (Left 4 Dead), Coach (Left 4 Dead), Rochelle (Left 4 Dead), Director (Cabin in the Woods), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Meta, When Fantheory Becomes Fanfic, Lesbian Character, Ambiguous Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Gameplay and Storyline Integration, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trans Male Character, no fourth walls we meta like postmodernists, Funetik Aksent, a lot of fucking swearing, Nick (Left 4 Dead) Is a Trans Man Series: Part 1 of where our lives are going to (l4d2), Part 3 of 47 crosses (left 4 dead 2) Summary: The Director shares one of her hobbies with her wife. It's just a video game. It is definitely not a universe generator in which the whole cast of "Left 4 Dead" kill and die until she feels she's gotten the story just right. What makes you think it would be? That'd be fucked up.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #l4d2 #cabin in the woods #left 4 dead 2 #trans man #ftm #nellis

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annwrites · 2 months ago

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All I do is listen to music & come up with story ideas. But I'm too exhausted to write anything.

Misc. notes below of said ideas, nonetheless, however.

So the part in my Preacher's Daughter fic where they go to the abandoned church at night in chapter 4 was actually inspired by Kristin Michael Hayter's Saved! album. Because I had this scene idea of wandering into an abandoned church at night where something just feels...wrong while listening to it. Almost as if its congregation fled from it some time ago. It's known not why. Perhaps because others came upon them & saw they were doing terrible things & wanted them gone. Banished. Or because the location no longer was suitable to their needs.

I know that chapter doesn't give those vibes, but the scene of reader & Billy sitting in the pew in that church waiting for Old Nick to take the pulpit originated from the aforementioned idea.

I would still like to do something more, in regards to writing something inspired by that album, but I think it would have to be an original story, tbh. Nothing fanfic-wise suits it.

Like...all I have in mind is a young woman wandering the woods at night, & finding this dilapidated Baptist or Pentecostal church that she's never even heard of being in this before. And as she begins to snoop along those things which were left behind, a cassette tape, or record with homemade music on it is amongst the objects abandoned.

It unsettles her when she first attempts at listening to it, due to its nature. Almost like it's not for her ears. It is something which was meant only for those who worshipped at that church's altar to hear. Nevertheless, she gradually works her way through the tape, and when she gets to the end, there's...perhaps a message.

A message indicating it was very-much meant to be found. And that whosoever finds it has been given a gift. An invitation. To join them. Their church. But they must find them. And the clues for where they have gone lie within the tape in their hands. It must be dissected. Only through destruction do you achieve rebirth, perhaps.

Unravel the spools and find its secrets.

Idk.

I'm still playing with ideas for my cultmember!reader x Billy fic, which is inspired by Nicole Dollanganger's Married in Mount Airy album.

I think the Satanic Panic is going to play a large part in why Neil chooses for he & Billy to join this community. The notes I have so far about this plot device is that Billy is angry & rebellious. He's drinking, smoking, having promiscuous sex, driving recklessly & acquiring tickets. His father sees him as irresponsible & disrespectful. He's also falling behind at school & getting into trouble. He's hanging out with undesirables, listening to vulgar rock music, etc.

So, moving to Mount Airy could be seen as a good, fresh start to finally straighten him out.

I do intend to borrow various aspects from different cults to build my own.

For example, "Flirty Fishing" from Children of God aka The Family International will be how Neil is initially lured in. He meets a woman in town who slowly "reels him in" with her body & 'feminine wiles', so to speak. She convinces him that life atop their mountain is so much better than the sodom below. It will save his son.

So, he sells his house, Billy's car, most of their belongings, and ofc this money will serve their new...community instead.

Billy is absolutely heartbroken & distraught, feeling like he's been utterly betrayed. And while he may not say it, he's terrified of what's happening to him/his life: this sudden uprooting & having the one thing he cared about more than anything else taken away from him—his Camaro. His dad is shifting into an entirely different person & he's never felt more alone in the world.

But then reader is there.

Initially, he hates her like everyone else from within the compound, but she's sweet to him & tries her best to be understanding of how he must be feeling.

And when their prophet pushes the two of them into an arranged marriage, Billy is livid over the prospect at first, until reader helps him to realize how it's truly a positive thing. Through their marriage, they will be given their own home, which he will become head of. It will be a safe place—will be whatever he wants it to be. So he relents & thus consents to their union.

I might have the cult use Bibles which contain only the Old Testament within them, bc they don't know that the New one exists. Meaning they believe there's no way to be forgiven for their sins (the Crucifixion), so they best not sin to begin with.

My serialkiller!billy fic is inspired by about 4 different things: Ethel Cain's songs August Underground, Western Nights, & her new album Perverts, as well as the TV show Sharp Objects.

So, I intend—as of the date that I post this—for the fic to be at least 2 parts (not to be mistaken for chapters). The first part will be entitled August Underground & will cover Billy's murders of young women in Hawkins, as well as he & reader falling into a relationship & subsequently in love. A relationship which he is constantly planning for. Planning on how to bury himself inside her head until he has her wrapped coil-tight around his finger. Until she's starry-eyed & sees him as everything she's been hoping & praying for since she was a little girl who dreamed of fairytales.

Until.

Billy takes her into the woods where the first murder occurred—unbeknownst to her—and has sex with her in that very spot. And then he takes her to the town cemetery late & night & gives her oral while she's seated upon the headstone of another victim of his, which he spills cum all over when he finishes. Just his small way of disrespecting & desecrating it.

The time will come when she slowly begins to put pieces together.

Perhaps she & Nancy go out walking one day & Nancy relays to her that the woods they're walking in...right over there near that all-too familiar log is where Tina—Nancy's late friend—was killed. And then reader gently confronts Billy & he plays ignorant—makes her believe that he had no idea. That he's so incredibly sorry for ever taking her to that spot & for them doing what they did there. And she believes him.

Until she can't get it out of her mind & she goes to the cemetery alone one day & sees that the headstone he gave her oral upon is that of another girl who was recently murdered.

She keeps what she's beginning to fear to herself.

But through these discoveries, the rose-tinted glasses have begun to lift.

He...can't be, surely. But then she begins to watch him more closely. Observes him. And she bears witness to things she didn't notice before. Just...odd mannerisms. And how truly short his temper is. And how he'll leave the house at odd hours. How he'll talk & whisper unintelligibly to himself when he thinks she's not around.

She begins to snoop. Desperate for proof one way or the other.

And then she finds it (I'm unsure what 'it' is yet, however). And Billy catches her red-handed. And she panics. But he isn't upset or angry.

He's glad: no more lying & hiding who he truly is anymore. This was the last piece of himself he had to share with her. And now, she can have all of him—the light & the dark.

All she can think is how unhinged he sounds.

And he can see it in her eyes: she's afraid, she wants out. She'll tell.

So he devises a plan. Just stay one last night with him, and he'll let her go. She's the only girl he's ever loved; he could never harm her. Just trust him for this one last night. And she stays bc she knows it's not truly a request. And she's afraid of telling him no in his moment.

He drugs her dinner.

And she wakes in the backseat of his Camaro the next state over.

And thus begins the Western Nights portion of the fic.

#💭 ᵃⁿⁿ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ.

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adelha-mathilde · 4 months ago

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Words of Love (Trigun Modern AU) fanfic

content: Vash and Wolfwood have a moment to reflect on the past as their room mate listens in. With them assuring each other they are stuck together for life. Established relationships, casual talk, serious relationship talk, affection and fluff. One kiss and a couple hugs.

Adelha watched from the kitchen as Vash walked up behind Wolfwood. The gruff bear of a man currently grousing at his phone to then toss it onto the recliner. But then Vash wrapped his arm around Wolfwood to nuzzle his face into that messy black hair. Making Wolfwood huff before he reached up to pat Vash on the face. "Yeah yeah. Hi to you, too." But then Vash leaned back for their eyes to meet as the moment got quiet with expectation. Which Adelha took note of to gaze at her two room mates. Vash looking at Wolfwood with so much love. His words full of so many emotions. "Whenever you need me. I'm right here. Even if you try to maul me to death or shoot me full of holes. I love you, Nick."

Wolfwood blinked to look so vulnerable and shocked. Then Vash leaned down to place a chaste kiss to Wolfwood's lips. One that was quick but full of meaning. Leaving Wolfwood open as the broad man eased out of his tension to look wistful yet happy. "I know. Hell. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't... Meddled with my whole life to all but rip me out of my shit past and into something else. Love you right back, you absolute pain in my ass." Vash chuckled to then frown. His eyes holding conflict as he asked, "Do you regret that we didn't work out? That us as lovers wasn't possible?" Wolfwood thought on that to then shrug a shoulder as he spoke up. "Yes and no. We tried to make it work. Being stupid horny dumbasses didn't help. But I know you tried. So I gave it my all. But I think it just means that the feelings we have just don't fit that kind of dynamic."

Vash thought about that to then sniffle. His eyes containing tears that trekked down his face for Wolfwood to reach both hands up and wipe those tears away. A smile there on Wolfwood's face for him to speak further. "Hey, you dork. Nothing to cry over. We lived and loved and learned to still be here. That is what matters, Vash. Don't let the what if's eat at you. You got enough scars on that soft ticker already. Just make sure your heart goes to someone we both know will love you unconditionally. I intend to do the same. So ease up."

The blonde nodded to stand up straight and head to the kitchen to grab a tissue. Which ended up in Vash jumping with a yelp when he finally noticed Adelha standing there. Her gaze gentle and warm for her to step forwards and dab at his face with her handkerchief. Her words full of sweet affection. "Oh my. Vash. You didn't stub your toe on the coffee table again, did you? Honey. It's okay. Just focus on breathing and I'll get you cleaned up." Wolfwood tensed on the couch when he heard Adelha speak up to then catch the easy out she offered. "He didn't stub his toes on that evil piece of sadistic wood you call a coffee table. We just had a delicate talk about the past." Adelha saw to Vash's tears to then have him sit at the kitchen bar counter. Her words gentle as she fetches the tea kettle. "So I don't have to worry over you tossing that evil thing out my back door. At least not yet. Nicholas. We all know I heard everything. So I will agree to your request about how to move forwards. Just be aware. Either one of you bring home someone I deem as unworthy of your priceless hearts, I will toss them out the door and lecture both of you about making good choices. Understood?"

Vash felt himself relax to smile at Adelha as she got to making tea. While Wolfwood gave a barked laugh from where he was still lounging on the couch. The broad man rubbing a hand to his face as he snickered. "Right. Your warning has been duly noted and filed, Delly. Hence why your cousin Verne didn't bring us back here that one night she took me clubbing?" Adelha gave a huff to soon toss a soft chew toy that had been left on the kitchen counter for it to go flying. Bouncing right off of Wolfwood's head for him to yelp in surprise as he automatically caught the projectile. His laugh soon sounding out as Adelha fumes over this information. "So that why you never came home that night! Nicholas D. Wolfwood! Unless you plan on getting scorched by a wild woman who can drink anyone under the table, do not tempt fate!"

Vash gave a sigh as he noted out loud, "Oh he knows. Since Verne already invited him to travel around Germany with her on that gorgeous motorcycle she has." Adelha thinks on that to heave a long sigh of air. "That would mean you would be gone for three months at minimum. As well as you getting a passport and a duffel bag to hold some clothes. So then. Are we getting those for you?" Wolfwood chuckled to get up and walk to the kitchen. His arm going around Adelha to give her a squeeze before he answers. "Not yet. I still think I should take the green haired vixen to an actual date activity before that. Like a trip to the amusement park or a boat ride including a meal." Adelha hums at this to then turn and place a kiss to Wolfwood's cheek. Which had him smile as she told them both with absolute love, "I still intend to keep you. Both of you. I refuse to give up my most priceless treasures for any reason. So you are stuck with me in your life no matter what comes next." Wolfwood sighed as Vash openly snickered to say with pure happiness, "Okay. As long as we get to keep you."

#Trigun AU #Trigun Modern AU #Trigun fanfiction #Trigun fanfic #Trigun AU fanfiction #Trigun Modern AU fanfiction #Trigun AU fanfic #Trigun Modern AU fanfic #Vash the Stampede #Nicholas D. Wolfwood

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