#oh yeah it will. it will have been 2 years almost

[youthereader]

Echoes in the Dark part 3.

PAIRING: joel miller (the last of us) x fem!reader

SUMMARY: 2.4k words. Every morning you wake up and remember two things. Firstly, that your son is dead, and secondly, that Joel Miller is your patient. || A fix-it fic. Reader is Joel’s carer as he recovers from Abby’s attempt on his life.

RATING: E. hand job, praise kink if you squint. age gap (reader is in their 30s, Joel is in his 60s). heavy angst, grief and loss of a child, graphic violence.

A/N: bon appétit, babes. I wrote this like a thirsty lady possessed.

PART 2.

From then on, you catch yourself hoping to be closer to Joel. You become more eager to see him, take pride in looking after him, and oftentimes you imagine him being restored of strength, throwing you down on his bed. In these fantasies, his huge hands are rough and demanding, and the fucking is downright filthy.

You bring yourself back to reality, usually watching him hold a book with his brows furrowed over the words, his grey curls inviting you to run your fingers through them. He doesn’t notice you zone out, you don’t think, he’s usually busy trying to get something done at his new desk he has installed over his bed like you suggested. 

He’s gaining some of his strength back and his ribs are mostly healed. His leg is still the biggest issue, as well as his reluctance to nap. You can see him fighting his exhaustion so by the afternoon he has to rest whether he likes it or not, and you never say it out loud, but you know your face says ‘I told you so’. He narrows his heavy eyes even more at you and you crack a smile. If he were younger, maybe you’d consider it almost flirting, but you don’t know if he’s attracted to you. He mostly tip-toes around anything to do with your personal life, having understood you’re not opening up to him anytime soon. 

One afternoon a couple weeks after you saw his naked chest for the first time, he asks you to take him to see Gail, a lady you don’t know very well. You only spoke to her a handful of times, giving your usual superficial routine. You know exactly who she is, but you didn’t realize Joel saw her until he handed you a plastic bag of weed. You open it and take a deep breath.

“Holy shit, this is a lot,” you murmur. 

“It’s not, actually.”

You love the scent, remembering it from some distant piece of your past. You never smoked it much as an adult. It was hard to come by for years. 

“It’s what I pay her,” he adds, wheeling himself out of his room. 

You follow, pocketing the bag in your jacket. You offer you hand more often now, secretly hoping he takes it, and he’s never disappointed you. It’s like you reached a place where he doesn’t need to give you an arm to help him. Since no-one ever really touches you otherwise, the intimacy of this is staggering, further egging you on. Sometimes, you want to risk it all, say what you’ve been picturing over and over. You want to share the details of what he could do to you if he asked - and honestly, he could do anything.

You never get brave enough to follow through, though, always ending up feeling a little pathetic, because your crush is the best thing going on right now, and it’s not even that serious. Some days, he barely talks to you because he’s too fucking tired to move. His recovery has been brutal.

You wheel him to Gail’s house and knock on her front door. 

“You can leave me to it,” he says, when you hand him back the weed.

You turn your heel, doing as your told, but Gail is faster than you expect and opens the door, greeting Joel. She calls out:

“So you’re his-?”

Joel interrupts. “Yeah, she’s my…”

“Oh,” she says, looking at you fully. She smiles. 

She seems off, possibly stoned already. You don’t blame her. Finishing her silent assessment, she gives Joel a look. 

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you say, before anyone else can talk. You look at Joel. “Do you need anything?”

He shakes his head, scratching the back of it. You almost run away, hands shoved into your pockets as you watch your feet the entire way, super aware of how awkward you were. 

-

You return to Joel’s place and strip his bed, swapping the sheets for clean ones. You focus on your tasks, and try not to study his home, and learn more about him as you make your way through it, cleaning what you can as fast as possible. 

You’re washing his dishes when there’s a knock and then a key in the front door. Tommy appears behind you, eyes falling to your arms deep in the sink, the suds up to your elbows.

“Hey, he’s not here?” 

“No,” you say, not sure if Gail’s someone Joel talks to Tommy about. “But he’ll be back soon.”

“I can’t come by tonight, the foal’s coming now,” he says, thumb jutting behind him. “They need me down there-”

“Oh, for sure,” you say. “Is the mom okay?”

The whole town was voting on what to call the foal when it’s born. Your pick was ‘Maple’. Joel never told you his. 

“It just means he’ll stink a little longer.”

Oh. Tommy bathes him, you forgot. It wasn’t something you ever did, you never thought about it much since Joel never smells bad to you, not that Tommy needs to know that.

“He won’t mind.”

“I’m sure he won’t,” Tommy mutters. He hurries off. “See ya…”

He disappears and you stop scrubbing, moving on to rinsing the final dishes. Your movements are slower. 

-

You keep quiet when you retrieve Joel from Gail’s, warmth in your guts as your mind keeps turning, turning, turning…

“What?” you blurt, missing something he says. 

“I said, ‘The snow’s finally melting.’”

He’s right. The trees drip occasionally. You see patches of green, you can smell the earth again. You take a deep breath now, nodding.

“Yeah.”

He takes your hand when you’re inside, his callouses scraping across your palm. He has a strong grip, made gentler. Your stomach flips - it fucking flips. You swallow, putting him back in his wheelchair in the hallway. 

“Uh, Tommy came by,” you begin, and Joel’s briefly alarmed, you see it plain as day. “Everything’s fine, except he can’t shower you tonight, he’s gotta help out in the stables…”

You trail off, and feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You want him to ask. It would be so much easier if he just…

“Oh, okay,” he says, hands going to his wheels. He doesn’t roll away. “Um. I could really use it, though. I’ve been sweatin’ a bit…”

“I can’t tell,” you blurt, and he smirks. 

“Thanks. But you don’t know the half of it.”

“You really don’t stink, Joel,” you insist. 

You know where this conversation is heading and you don’t know how to handle it, your heartbeat picking up. Your eagerness threatens to burst out of you.

His voice lowers and you think you can die:

“It’s not in your job description, but…”

“I can help you,” you say, your face on fire. 

“I know it’s making you uncomfortable-”

“It’s not,” you go on. “It totally does not. Seriously.”

Why do you have to sound like a teenager, even younger than you already are? Shut up. Oh, my God. Shut the fuck up!

“Just keep your underwear on,” you babble. 

“Sure,” Joel says. 

There’s a brief silence you wish to fill, but you know you’ll only say something batshit and embarrassing, so you press your lips together. 

“Let’s go, then,” Joel mutters, and he rolls off. 

You press a hand to your face, wanting to hit yourself a few times behind his back. 

“Uh-huh,” you reply. 

You tell yourself to grow up. If you want to be a nurse, you’re going to deal with a lot of nudity. It’s really immature of you to think this is any different. And unprofessional. And weird. You berate yourself internally as you make your way into the bathroom, slipping past his wheelchair to open the shower door. 

There’s a white plastic garden chair and a detachable shower head resting on it. You take a deep breath and turn back to Joel, who is already taking off his thick jacket. You hover, then finally help him when his chest is fully exposed. He has less issues with his upper body movements now. He gingerly stands up and you move forward for his hand to grab the space between your shoulder and neck like a vice. 

Your stomach flips, warmth collecting in your belly. 

“Wait,” you whisper, and move back, Joel going still. You flip on the water and quickly move back, his hand back on you. “Don’t want you shivering too much.”

“Thanks,” he mutters. “Dunno how long the hot water will last…”

He looks uncomfortable, and it’s like a reality check. He’s not enjoying this, so it’s best to be out of your own head right now. He’s the guy you’re helping, not a piece of meat. He uses his free hand to awkwardly pull down his sweatpants, shuffling toward the shower door. 

He grabs it, and you crouch to tug his pants off the rest of the way. You can’t help staring at him, at the broad expanse of him, aware of how he towers over you. You lick your lips and grab the shower head, gesturing to the seat. You test the water against your palm.

“Damn, your shower pressure is way better than mine,” you mutter, and he clears his throat.

“I’ll, uh, look at that for you sometime,” he says. 

You glance at him, letting him see you smile a little more, but he doesn’t return it. 

“Thanks. Appreciate it.”

He says nothing, seeming tense. He sits down with your assistance, frowning. You hand him the showerhead and grab the bodywash on the floor. The label is faded and barely legible, something from decades ago that you can’t make out, but it smells sharp. 

“‘Aquatic Splash’ or somethin’,” Joel mutters, taking it from you to squeeze in his hand. “I dunno.”

He’s grumpy. Embarrassed, you realize. He washes his upper half with his eyes elsewhere, brows knitted together. You wait, until he clears his throat again.

“I’m gonna need you to… uh,” he says, and you spring forward, probably too eager. 

He doesn’t seem to notice. He hands you the showerhead, refusing to look your way as you lather his leg away from the bandage. You watch as he grits his teeth. He doesn’t take pain meds anymore, though he definitely should. His stitches won’t be out for a while, and rehab will still go on for months. You wash away the suds and stare at his face until he acknowledges you on the tiled floor. 

“It’s okay, I’m supposed to be helping you,” you say. “And it’ll help you relax.”

“Help me relax,” he parrots, and then smirks, shaking his head.

“Why?”

“You’re…”

He trails off, sighing. You do your best to ignore his grumbling as you lean up, closer to him. 

“Lemme do your back.” 

He gives in, bending forward a bit. You move around to kneel behind his back, then reach up to lather soap on his shoulder blades. He grunts.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Nah,” he whispers. “Feels good.”

You know you’re wet when he says that, licking your lips again, staring at the back of his head. You take a deep breath, composing yourself. 

“What if I…?”

Your hand follows the lather, thumb digging into his muscle. He gives a little groan. You do it again, his head falling forward. He lets out a huff. 

“My back is killin’ me,” he admits.

“You should’ve said something.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he says, with a weak chuckle. “If it meant you doing this.”

You can’t see his face so you don’t know what he means, if he likes you in particular doing this. You do it harder and he groans, and you move onto his other shoulder blade. He makes a pained sort of sound and you smirk, digging into the muscle. It’s a little awkward with you left hand only and your right still holding the showerhead, but it’s working. 

He lets out a low breath, and then you go completely still, his hand coming up to grip your wrist - and the showerhead falls to the tiles with an echoing clatter. You can’t form the words to apologize, when he turns back and locks eyes with you. 

You think you’ve overstepped, your heart racing, until he places your right hand on his heaving chest. His gaze pulls you in, your chest meeting his back, your faces so close together now that you can feel his breath on your parted lips. 

He watches you, waiting, eyes dipping to your mouth, and then he pulls your hand lower, lower down to his stomach. He is a little soft, like you predicted. He has a middle-aged belly but hidden beneath is a rock hard core. Your clit pulses, and you move the last couple inches down, slipping under the waistband of his soaked briefs to wrap your hand around his thick cock. 

“Fuck,” he gasps, and you press your forehead to his wet shoulder, groaning. “F-fuck…”

You slide up and down, so slowly, and he falls forward again, like he means to bend himself in half. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers, and you smile against his skin, lips brushing him. “I knew you’d be good at this…Goddamn, sweetheart…”

Warmth blooms in your chest and your cunt gives a little squeeze. Joel’s hips fail to lift but he tries anyway, to fuck into your tight fist. He groans again and you nip at his flesh. 

“Fuck, you're so fuckin’... soft,” he mumbles. He breathes your name and you sigh, giving him the briefest lick.

You jerk him nice and slow and he groans like a dream, your thumb dragging over his sensitive tip of him, your left hand sliding down to join your right. You take him out of his drenched underwear and cup his balls. He jumps in your hand, cursing your name. The action caught him off-guard and he gives a shaky laugh, moaning. 

You pepper his skin with kisses, up to the back of his head. He turns, hand coming up to grab you by the jaw, his brute strength back tenfold. His thumb brushes your mouth, and you nip at him again, wrapping your lips around him. Knuckle deep, you give him a few sucks, and he's mesmerized. His eyes are nearly black, and he grunts, fingers scraping your scalp. 

“Fuck–”

He gasps, balls drawing up. He comes hard. It's slow, long spurts over your knuckles, dripping onto the floor. His eyes squeeze shut and your foreheads press together, his thumb still in your mouth, your incisor piercing its pad.

The water still runs from the forgotten shower head, his come following it down the drain. You let go of his spent cock, lifting your hand to your mouth to suck and lap up the mess, eyes locked with his. Your face burns and you savor his taste. You swallow it all, sighing contentedly. 

😈❤️

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[inseobts]

Heartstrings pt.2

trafalgar law x reader

part 1 - part 3

amid the chaos of punk hazard, you reunite with trafalgar law, stirring old memories, buried emotions, and a shared past haunted by corazon’s death. but there's no time to dwell—doflamingo’s name resurfaces, and this time, you refuse to let history repeat itself.

tags: punk hazard and dressrosa spoilers I guess, angst to fluff, childhood friends, slow burn

a/n: this isn't really what happened in the anime/manga but I couldn't remember it all and couldn't make it too long lmao

word count: 3.4k

masterlist || ko-fi

You don’t know how long you stand there, wrapped around Law like you’re afraid he’ll vanish. Maybe a few seconds. Maybe a lifetime.

All you know is that for the first time in years, the weight on your chest feels just a little lighter.

Eventually, though, Law shifts.

You feel it before he actually moves, the slight tension returning to his frame, the way his fingers twitch like he’s restraining himself. And then, with a sigh, he pulls away.

Not all at once. It’s slow, almost reluctant. But it happens. And you let him.

Because even if he won’t say it, you know this was a lot for him.

He clears his throat, glancing away, shoving his hands back into his pockets. His usual mask slides back into place, the unreadable, too-cool-to-care captain of the Heart Pirates.

But you don’t miss the slight red tint at the tips of his ears.

“You done being dramatic?” he mutters.

You snort, rolling your eyes “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I ruin your broody loner aesthetic?”

Law gives you a flat look “You ruined it the second you showed up.”

You grin “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He mutters something under his breath but you catch it.

“…Should’ve known you’d be like this.”

And for the first time in a while, you feel lighter.

The mood doesn’t stay light for long.

Dressrosa looms ahead.

The tension on the ship shifts the moment the island comes into view. The crew gathers on the deck, eyes fixed on the landmass in the distance.

Even Luffy, who’s usually oblivious to tension, seems unusually serious.

You stand beside Law, arms crossed, heart pounding.

“We have a plan,” Law says, addressing the Straw Hats. His voice is level, but you can hear the edge beneath it “We need to be careful. Doflamingo isn’t someone you can take lightly.”

Luffy grins, cracking his knuckles “We’re taking him down, right? Sounds simple to me.”

You groan “Luffy... this isn’t a bar fight, this is—”

“—war,” Law finishes, cutting you off. His gaze flickers to you for a second before returning to the others “And we can’t afford to lose.”

You swallow hard.

Lose.

You don’t like that word. Because losing means watching everything fall apart. It means losing more people.

It means losing Law, and you’re not letting that happen.

Luffy, of course, is completely unfazed “We won’t lose.” He grins, full of confidence, full of that ridiculous faith of his “We’ve got you and Y/N with us, right?”

You blink “Huh?”

Luffy just laughs “You and Law are like, super serious about this guy. It’s personal, yeah?”

Your stomach twists.

Law goes rigid.

Luffy doesn’t seem to notice. He just grins wider “Then we’ll win for sure.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

Law doesn’t either.

But when you glance at him, when your eyes meet there’s something unspoken there, something that means, we’re in this together.

No matter what happens next.

The Thousand Sunny docks at Green Bit, just off Dressrosa’s coast. The island is as beautiful as it is deceptive with its bright skies, warm air, a paradise hiding a monster beneath.

Law stands at the railing, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the distant city. You don’t need to ask what he’s thinking.

You already know.

You step beside him “We’re really doing this.”

Law doesn’t respond right away. Then, in a quiet voice, he says, “It’s not too late for you to stay behind.”

You scoff “Are you serious?”

“I don’t want you involved more than you have to be.”

You stare at him ��Law, I’ve been looking for you for years. I followed every scrap of news, chased every rumor, just to find out if you were still alive—and now you think I’m gonna just sit this out?”

Law’s fingers twitch at his sides. He doesn’t meet your gaze.

Your voice softens “I’m not leaving you to fight this alone.”

His jaw tightens. But he doesn’t argue.

Because he knows you won’t back down.

Because deep down, he doesn’t want you to.

The plan is set.

Law, Usopp, and Robin will exchange Caesar for their end of the deal with Doflamingo. Meanwhile, Luffy and the others will head into Dressrosa.

Simple.

At least, it’s supposed to be.

You’re supposed to stay with Luffy’s group. That was the agreement.

But as you step onto Dressrosa’s streets, surrounded by laughter, music, the scent of fresh food filling the air, you feel like your skin is on fire.

Like you’re walking straight into the past.

Like he’s watching you already.

You swallow hard.

Luffy is already distracted by the town’s wonders (and the scent of meat). The crew is focused on blending in. But you... you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

That something is waiting for you.

Your stomach churns. Your fists clench.

And before you know it you’re running.

Ignoring Luffy’s shout behind you. Ignoring the looks you get from people on the street.

You don’t stop.

Not until you reach the one place you know Law is supposed to be, because something tells you you don’t have time to wait.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you race through Dressrosa’s streets. The sun is bright, the people are laughing, but to you, it’s all wrong.

Your instincts scream at you that something isn’t right.

Law is walking into Doflamingo’s hands.

And you’re not about to let that happen.

You weave through the crowd, nearly knocking over a vendor’s cart. The shopkeeper yells after you, but you don’t care. You have one goal.

Find him.

You don’t know how long you run before you finally spot Law, Usopp, and Robin, standing near the bridge to Green Bit.

You barely slow down before skidding to a stop in front of them, panting “Law—!”

Law’s eyes snap to you immediately, sharp and questioning “What are you doing here?”

Robin and Usopp look confused, but you don’t have time to explain.

“You can’t go through with this” you blurt out.

Law’s expression hardens “We don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, we do!” You step closer, your chest tightening “You think Doflamingo’s just going to let this trade happen? You think he’s going to honor any kind of deal? It’s a trap, Law.”

Law doesn’t flinch. He just stares at you, completely unreadable.

“I know.”

You freeze “What?”

“I know it’s a trap,” he says calmly, like it doesn’t even matter “But we don’t have any other options.”

You feel like you’ve been punched.

“Then why are you walking into it?!” you snap, grabbing his coat “I didn’t come all this way just to watch him take you again!”

Law’s golden eyes widen, just for a second.

Then his expression shifts.

“…Take me again?”

Your breath catches.

Shit.

You didn’t mean to say that.

Law doesn’t look away “You think I wouldn’t fight?” his voice is low, measured “You think I’d let him take me?”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean?”

You bite your lip, frustration bubbling in your chest “I meant—”

I meant I can’t lose you.

I meant I’ve been chasing after you for years, and I only just got you back, and I can’t... ugh

You swallow hard, shaking your head “I meant I’m not letting you do this alone.”

Law exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

He doesn’t deny it.

But then, his expression darkens. He steps closer, voice quieter “This isn’t just about me. It never was.”

You know what he means.

Corazon.

Doflamingo.

Everything you lost.

Everything he lost.

You take a slow breath “…I’m coming with you.”

Law doesn’t argue. But his jaw tightens.

You don’t have to wait long.

The moment Law steps onto Green Bit’s bridge to make the exchange with Doflamingo, the air turns heavy.

The jungle hums with life, but everything else is too quiet. Too still.

You tense, standing just behind Law, Usopp, and Robin. Your eyes scan the treeline, your stomach twisting.

Then the sound of footsteps. And a voice you haven’t heard in years.

“Well, well…”

Your blood freezes.

A shadow steps out from the trees, a tall figure in pink feathers, grinning like a demon.

Doflamingo.

His sunglasses gleam in the light, his expression unreadable until his gaze lands on you.

He stops dead.

“…Oh?”

You grip your fists, trying not to react.

Law tenses beside you, his hand already on Kikoku.

Doflamingo’s grin widens.

“Well, now THIS is a surprise.” His voice is mocking, laced with amusement “I thought you were dead.”

Your stomach churns, but you keep your face blank “Sorry to disappoint.”

Doflamingo laughs. A low, slow chuckle, like this is the most interesting thing that’s happened all day.

His eyes flick to Law.

“Didn’t know you were the sentimental type, Corazon’s little brat.”

Law’s grip tightens on his sword “Shut up.”

Doflamingo ignores him. His grin turns sharp, wolfish.

“Now it makes sense. I always wondered what kept you going after Corazon died.” His sunglasses flash as he tilts his head “Tell me, Law… how long have you been dragging your little lover into your mess?”

Your brain short-circuits “Excuse me?”

Law visibly twitches “She’s not—”

“Oh, come on.” Doflamingo smirks, stepping forward “The way you’re standing in front of her? The way she’s glaring at me like she’s ready to rip my throat out? Cute.”

Your face burns.

You point at him, scowling “First of all, you’re disgusting. Second, if I wanted you dead, you’d already be bleeding.”

Doflamingo grins wider “Spicy. No wonder Law likes you.”

Law looks murderous.

Usopp, watching from the sidelines, whispers, “Uh. Should we be here for this?”

Robin hums “It’s getting interesting.”

Meanwhile, you’re seething “Don’t act like you know anything about me.”

Doflamingo just laughs again “Oh, but I do. I remember everything, little one.” His voice drops, something darker curling beneath it.

“I remember how Corazon used to look at you two.”

Your breath catches.

Law goes rigid.

Doflamingo grins “You were both his stupid, dumb kids.”

The world feels smaller, colder.

Because you remember it too.

Corazon’s laughter. His warmth. The way he used to ruffle Law’s hair, the way he used to pull you into his coat when you were cold.

The way he died for you both.

Law’s voice is low, dangerous “Enough.”

Doflamingo chuckles “What? Can’t handle the truth?”

Your hands shake. Not from fear but from rage.

You clench your fists, stepping forward “You have no right to talk about him.”

Doflamingo smiles lazily, but his eyes are sharp “Oh, but you do?”

The words sting.

Because for years, you avoided this. Avoided thinking too hard about Corazon, about Law, about everything you lost.

You ran.

And now, it’s caught up to you.

Law moves before you can.

His sword is out, his stance set. “We’re done here.”

Doflamingo tilts his head “Oh, I don’t think so.”

And then everything happens at once.

The bridge shakes. Threads of white string shoot toward you.

And before you can react Law grabs your arm and shambles you away.

Your vision blurs. One moment, you’re staring at Doflamingo’s smug face, the next, you’re standing on the other side of the bridge.

Too far from Law.

“Damn it—!” You whip around, just in time to see threads cut through the air where you’d just been. Thin, deadly, fast.

Law dodges, barely. But his coat tears, a red line appearing on his arm.

Doflamingo laughs “Tch, still quick on your feet.”

Your stomach twists. Law is alone over there.

And Doflamingo is still smiling.

You move without thinking.

But the second you take a step forward more strings fly.

“Shit!” You barely dodge, hitting the ground in a roll. The threads slice through the bridge like butter.

Doflamingo tilts his head at you “You should be careful. I might start to think you care.”

Your teeth grind “Oh, screw you.”

Law snaps his fingers “Room.”

A blue sphere expands. He teleports to your side in an instant, his hand grabbing your wrist, tight, grounding.

“You’re reckless” he mutters.

You glare up at him “Like you’re any better?”

Law doesn’t answer. But his grip doesn’t loosen either.

Doflamingo clicks his tongue “You two really are inseparable, gives me a good idea.”

He lifts a hand and suddenly, the sky turns white.

Threads spread above you like a spider’s web, casting a shadow over the bridge.

Your heart races.

Doflamingo smiles “Let’s see if Corazon’s little brats can survive this.”

Then he brings his hand down and the web falls.

You barely see it happen.

Law’s beside you, his hand wrapped tight around your wrist, his breath ragged with effort, “Room” stretched to its limit.

Snap.

A glint of string. A flicker of movement.

And then you’re gone.

The air leaves your lungs as you’re yanked backward, the force like a hook in your gut. You scream, twisting, but the threads around your limbs are too tight. They bite into your skin, slicing deeper with every movement.

You hear Law shout your name. Hear the panic, raw and sharp in his voice.

But it’s too late.

Doflamingo is smiling.

The next thing you know, you’re slammed onto cold stone. Disoriented. Gasping.

You’re inside some kind of ornate chamber, gaudy, too gold, too bright. A palace dressed in blood.

You’re in his domain now.

Doflamingo stands above you, relaxed, calm, like this is just another game. His threads retract into his fingers with lazy grace.

“You know,” he drawls, brushing imaginary dust off his coat, “I wasn’t planning on taking any souvenirs today.”

You glare up at him, trying to get your limbs under you “I’m not a souvenir.”

He laughs amused “No, no. You’re something else, aren’t you?”

He crouches beside you, sunglasses gleaming. His grin is all teeth “You're Law’s little shadow, just as the good old times.”

You jerk back instinctively, but you’re still bound. His strings have you like shackles.

“You should’ve seen his face instead of fainting like an idiot” Doflamingo continues, voice smooth and cruel “Utter panic. I never saw him like that.”

You go still.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he’s enjoying every second of it.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he says, tilting his head like he’s studying a curiosity “You think you’re just part of this little rebellion. But you—you’re actually Law’s weakness right now. I can use Corazon’s name a million times to make Law lose control but you… you could do so much better than just that ghost.”

You don’t speak. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

He stands, turning his back to you like he’s already won “I wonder what he’ll do to get you back.”

Your chest twists because you know Law will come for you and that’s exactly what Doflamingo wants.

He gestures with one hand and the threads yank you to your feet. Your body screams in protest, muscles burning.

He leans in close.

“You two aren’t subtle, you know,” he murmurs, low and mocking “The way he looks at you? Like he’d burn the world down just to keep you breathing.”

You snap, “He’s not—”

But Doflamingo cuts you off with a smirk “Oh, but he is, little one.”

His smile turns cold “And now I have you.”

He strides to the door, tossing a glance over his shoulder “Make yourself comfortable. You’re going to be here for a while.”

The door slams shut and you’re alone. Bleeding. Furious... Afraid.

Meanwhile Law stands in the rubble, chest heaving, blood running down his side. His haki’s fading. And you’re not there.

He’s frozen, staring at the empty space where you’d been just seconds ago.

Gone.

Doflamingo’s laughter still echoes in the trees.

Robin and Usopp are shouting, but Law doesn’t hear them.

He only hears your name.

His hand clenches around Kikoku’s hilt. Now, you are alone and it’s his fault.

You’re still in the palace when the explosion hits.

The walls tremble. A distant boom echoes through the stone. You stumble, heart racing... they’re here.

Luffy. Law.

They’re fighting him.

Your chest tightens.

You don’t know how long you’ve been here, trapped in this golden hell, toyed with like you’re just another one of Doflamingo’s games. But now, the tides are changing.

You can feel it.

Chaos tears through Dressrosa.

Luffy and Law crash through the palace in a storm of fury and fire, slamming into Doflamingo with every ounce of rage they’ve buried for years.

“You really don’t learn, do you?” Doflamingo sneers, flicking blood from his lips “Even together, you can’t kill me.”

Law’s eyes burn gold “We’re not here to kill you.”

Luffy’s fist cracks with Haki “We’re here to end you.”

And for a moment Doflamingo’s smile falters.

Then he sees you.

Dragged there mid-fight, bruised but standing tall, defiant. The guards had tried to hold you back. They failed.

His grin returns.

“Oh, you made it! I was wondering when my little distraction would show up.”

Law’s blood runs cold.

“Don’t” he warns, voice like a blade.

But Doflamingo steps toward you anyway, lifting a hand, threads spiraling through the air.

“You sure you want her in the splash zone, Law?” he says “I could snap her spine before she even blinks.”

You don’t flinch “Try it.”

But Law does move, so fast you barely see it. He’s between you and Doflamingo in a heartbeat, sword drawn, fury etched into every line of his face.

“She has nothing to do with this” he growls.

“Oh, don’t be stupid,” Doflamingo chuckles “She has everything to do with this. You think I didn’t see it? Back then?” He gestures vaguely, mockingly “Two kids huddled in the dark, pretending they didn’t care about each other. You think Corazon didn’t notice? Since I couldn't see your face that day, I would love to see it now when I'll take her away from you.”

Law doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

Doflamingo hums “Corazon always was a sentimental idiot. Guess you inherited that too, huh?”

“You don’t get to talk about him” you snap, stepping forward.

Doflamingo’s grin stretches wider “Oh, but I do.”

And then he strikes.

Threads launch at you, impossibly fast. But Luffy is faster.

“Gomu Gomu no Jet Gatling!!”

His fists slam into the threads mid-air, tearing them apart in a blur of Haki and fury. He lands in front of you with a scowl.

“Back off, bird freak.”

You blink “Luffy!”

He throws you a crooked grin “You okay?”

You nod, breathless “Thank you.”

He turns back to Doflamingo “You leave her outta this. If you’re mad at Law, fight him. And stop talking so much, you're annoying.”

Doflamingo’s laugh is harsh “Oh, Strawhat. Playing Cupid too, huh?”

Luffy blinks “Huh? You mean… them?”

He gestures between you and Law, who, despite the blood and bruises, suddenly looks very tense.

Luffy beams “They’re cute!”

“Luffy,” you and Law say in unison “We’re not—!”

Luffy waves a hand “Yeah, yeah. Not in love... Sure, got it.”

Doflamingo cackles.

You want to sink into the floor.

Law just mutters, “Kill me already.”

But there’s no more time to argue. Because Doflamingo lifts his hand and the threads descend.

The palace trembles beneath your feet as the battle rages on.

You’re by Law’s side, ducking threads and deflecting stray attacks, your breath burning in your lungs. Luffy’s fists slam into Doflamingo again and again, but nothing sticks long, he keeps getting back up.

Then Doflamingo grins, dark and wild, and hurls a barrage of strings straight toward you.

You freeze for half a second. And that’s all it takes.

You hear Law shout your name, then “ROOM.”

Your surroundings warp in a flash of light-blue energy.

The world disappears.

When you land, you’re way far from the battlefield. Far from him.

The silence is deafening.

You stumble forward “Law?”

No answer.

Panic claws at your throat. You spin in place, trying to understand how to get back there, fast. But nothing... He cut you out of it.

He teleported you away.

You slam your fist against a stone wall, heart pounding “Damn it, I hate you Trafalgar Law! You better survive this because I need to kill you with my own hands now... UGH!”

Meanwhile, Law’s breath shudders.

Teleporting you drained the last of his energy. His hand drops to his side, fingers trembling.

“Clever,” Doflamingo says, amused “Sending your little girlfriend away. Always the noble one, huh?”

Law says nothing. He just smirks and lets the blade strike.

[charliegyrth]

Giving In - Part 1 of 2

Carl Wants a Belly

“Let’s get that,” Carl said as he walked shirtless out of the bathroom.

I was already in bed, enjoying the sight of my handsome boyfriend strutting toward me. He was 5’8” and very slim, a prototypical twink if his chest and happy trail weren’t so dark and hairy. I loved that about him.

“Get what, babe?”

“What do you mean?”

“You just said ‘let’s get that.’ What are you talking about?”

He laughed as he crawled into bed. He climbed on top of me and slid his hands over my hairless, muscular chest. “I said, ‘let’s get fat.’ You should have your ears checked.”

“Oh… Wait, what?”

“I’m serious. Wouldn’t that be fun? Give in to all the gluttony. Treat ourselves to all the delicious foods that we’re too scared to eat. Add a bit of chub to our bellies.” He moved his hands to my flat stomach and patted it like a drum. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy.”

“Am I, though? The only reason I stayed fit was because I wanted to land a boyfriend. And guess what? I landed one.” He kissed me.

“I don’t want you to get fat,” I said. “I like the way you look.”

“Thanks, Max I like the way you look, too. But I’d also like you with a chubby little tummy.” He kissed my stomach. “Would you be open to that?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he said, as if it wasn’t a big deal. He slid off me and stretched his lean body next to mine. He kept rubbing circles on my stomach.

He was clearly thinking about what I would feel like with a gut.

“Why would you even want that?”

“I don’t know. I just thought of it in the shower. I was like, ‘I wonder what Max and I would look like with chubby bellies.’ And then I came out here and mentioned it to you. But I guess you’re not interested.”

I stiffened in my pajama bottoms. Carl noticed.

“Or maybe you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Your body doesn’t lie, Max. You like when I talk about our future bellies.”

I got harder.

“See?”

“No. It’s because I’m lying in bed and my boyfriend can’t stop touching me.”

He pulled his hand away, leaned close, and whispered in my ear, “Bellies.”

I was hard as a rock.

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” He flopped his head onto the pillow.

I wasn’t in the mood before, but now I really was. I reached toward the nightstand for the lube.

“Nope. Not interested.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re denying your feelings, Max! Come on. Just think about it. We won’t have to go to the gym anymore. We can eat whatever we want. And we can… I don’t know. Do a bunch of other stuff.”

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you,” I said.

“Good night, Max.” He clicked off the lamp.

“Okay, fine. I’ll consider it.”

Carl climbed on top of me. I’d just told him what he wanted to hear.

***

I woke up late the next morning. After our very strange conversation last night, we stayed awake pretty late. I was still sore.

I could smell something delicious from the kitchen.

“Carl? What are you cooking?”

I found him in front of the stove, wearing an apron and nothing else. His muscular ass was on full display, round and firm and quite hairy. His cheeks shifted as he balanced from one foot to the other. He was so focused on cooking that he didn’t hear me.

“Carl!”

He spun around. “Morning, honey. I’m making pancakes!”

“Is this because you want us to get fat?”

“Maybe.”

“I told you I’d consider it. I didn’t agree to—”

“Consider it over breakfast,” he said. “I’m almost done.”

I trudged over to the counter and sat in my usual chair. Less than a minute later, he brought over a stack of pancakes. He’d made a dozen of ’em.

“I’m going to have one,” I said.

“Sure. Me too.”

He locked eyes on me as we both ate. I had to admit, it was delicious. It had been years since I’d had pancakes. I didn’t even know we had the ingredients.

“Good, right?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled.

Pretty soon, my plate was empty. I really wanted another one, but I didn’t want Carl to read anything into it.

He finished his, too.

“I'll have another if you do.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

We both scooped up another pancake from the pile. I added a bit more syrup this time.

God, it was delicious.

“So what do you wanna do today?” he asked. “We can check out the farmers’ market.”

“I thought we were going to the gym.” We always went to the gym on Sunday.

“We could, if you really want,” he said. “Or we could stroll around the farmers’ market, maybe go thrifting afterward. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

I saw what he was doing, and it wasn’t going to work.

“I’d prefer to go to the gym,” I muttered through a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah? You think running on a treadmill is more fun than a lazy day of shopping with your boyfriend?”

“No. But���”

“See? If we allowed ourselves to chunk out a little, we’d do fun stuff. Together. Stuff we actually want to do.”

“Fine,” I said. I looked down at my plate. The second pancake was already gone. I hadn’t realized I’d eaten it so fast.

Carl sped up to finish his, too. “Have another.”

“No!” I said.

“Are you full?”

“Yes,” I lied. I really wanted a third one. Dang, why did they have to be so delicious?

“Suit yourself. But it’s okay if I have another one, right?”

“Whatever.”

He hummed to himself as he took another pancake and smothered it with syrup. He moaned as he chewed the first bite. “Mmm. So good.”

I glared at him as I took a third pancake for myself.

“See? We’re having fun already.”

***

The farmer’s market was incredible. Carl loaded up on a bunch of fruits and veggies, spending a lot less than we would at Trader Joe’s. I was particularly excited to try the plums. Those looked delicious.

It was a sunny day, and we strolled down the aisles holding hands.

“Now isn’t this so much better than the gym?” Carl asked.

I grumbled.

“Why are you trying so hard to be gloomy?”

“Sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Ooh, look! Ice cream!” He ran over to the ice cream stall, his ass looking particularly perky in his short shorts. I loved when he wore those.

I followed close behind. “Aren’t you full from those pancakes?” Against my better judgment, we’d eaten all of them. Six each. I still felt guilty about that.

“Well, yeah. But… I mean, ice cream! You love ice cream!”

“I’m not getting ice cream.”

“Can I, though?”

I shrugged.

He ordered a double scoop of sweet cream with Reese’s cups. He knew that was my favorite. I watched him take a lick and absolutely melt at the taste. “God!”

“Fine. I’ll have the same.”

We sat on the grass, eating our ice cream. Carl looked happier than he’d ever been. “You know, I really missed this.”

“What?”

“Just spending time with you. It would be great if we did this kind of stuff more often.”

And it would. I loved seeing him so happy.

But I still didn’t like what he wanted to do to us.

“I’m not going to get fat, Carl.”

“That’s okay. No pressure.” He looked down at his half-finished ice cream. “And if I do, just me, that would bother you?”

I didn’t respond. I wanted to say yes, but I knew that would ruin the moment.

He took my silence as an answer. “Oh,” he said, filled with disappointment. He put the rest of his ice cream to the side.

“Carl, don’t be sad.”

“It’s okay,” he said in a way that definitely sounded not-okay.

I felt terrible.

“Don’t get like that. Eat your ice cream.”

“You mean…”

“Go for it.”

He picked up his dessert and gave it another lick. “Even if I get a little belly?”

“Yeah. Even if you get a little belly.”

He kissed my cheek, leaving behind a sticky lip-print.

***

When we got home that afternoon, we had produce, a weirdly-accurate caricature of Carl, and a vintage lamp to go in my study. We were also full of pancakes, ice cream, funnel cake, and greasy sandwiches from a diner.

Despite all my protests, Carl always got his way. He always knew what to say to make me give in. He was like an adorable, little supervillain.

But if we kept having days like these, he wouldn’t be little for much longer.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked. He was already on the couch, switching on Netflix.

“Sure.”

“How about a romcom?”

“No romcoms, please.” Carl had the worst taste in movies.

“Okay. You pick.” He handed me the remote. “I’ll go make us some popcorn.”

I didn’t argue. I knew he’d guilt me into caving in again.

When he came back, I’d chosen a horror-comedy and Carl had a massive bowl of the butteriest popcorn imaginable. I told myself that I wouldn't eat any of it, but of course, I did.

Read Part 2 here. You can find all my stories here.

[midnightmariana]

Do we want more crazed observations? Here's some stuff that struck me as odd that I jotted down after watching S3 Pt1 :3

Spoilers for S3 Pt1!!! None for Pt2 tho-

-> Episode 1: “That’s never been the way of this monastery.” Followed by an absolutely DIABOLICAL eyebrow raise. Lloyd didn’t really teach Frak how to change what Ras’ taught him. IN FACT he inadvertently doubled DOWN by saying:

-> Episode 1: “I like that enthusiasm, reminds me very much of Arin.” Y’know Arin? WHO LEFT TO JOIN RAS. I believe this could have led to Frak trying to prove himself as more than Ras’ lackey (in Episode 2). Btw Lloyd got hit with a piece of wood from the training course and just rubbed his head, like he barely felt it. Kinda like cough cough Powerlid-

-> Episode 2: “Can we not bicker. Let’s go.” Is a HUGE shift from how Lloyd usually attempts to diffuse arguments. He's been attempting wise leader stuff as of late, it's just kinda out of character-

-> Episode 2: “...” WHEN THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT ‘EVIL’ ONI. He kinda just stared into the distance that time. Obviously, you’d all think we’d immediately look at Lloyd for a reaction but HE’S NOT EVEN LOOKING AT FRAK AND SORA??? There’s no way the writers and animators would think we would NOT look at him. Why wasn’t he animated with anything besides a blank face, unless they’re trying to intentionally throw it out there that something is off with Lloyd. However, the team wasn’t exactly in the most welcoming place to go, “Oh yeah, I’m an Oni!” 

-> Episode 2: “Yeah even if there were a uh…” Lloyd didn’t hear them say cyclops LIKE SIX TIMES??? He was not there at ALL.

-> Episode 2: "I don't wanna turn around..."

-> Episode 2: “So… you two ready or what?” Lloyd said that very lightheartedly BUT Sora and Frak were having a REALLY emotional conversation about Arin. He should’ve known to not interrupt them.

-> Episode 4: “Will you two knock it off.”  Similar to the first Episode 2 line.

-> Episode 7: “What’s the point of a legendary weapon if I’m not gonna use it?” Lloyd was so RECKLESS WITH THAT. That is NOT what he’s been taught.

-> Episode 8: “If my uncle really caused the Merge, I have to believe he had a good reason.” Arin just told Lloyd that the Merge caused by his UNCLE is the reason his parents died. Read the ROOM.

-> Episode 8: “No… I didn’t mean… I-I just…” FOLLOW UP. WHAT LLOYD??? NO BUD NO. Lloyd sounds so tired it’s actually insane. 

-> Episode 10: “...” When Thunderfang throws him into the side of a CLIFF. He doesn’t put up as much of a fight. In fact, he seemed way more passive in battle (and all battles this season). Lloyd was always on defense, barely on offense. 

-> Episode 10: “I’ve had some pretty weird days… but this might be the weirdest one yet.” Lloyd casually joked. After he DIED. He had his soul RIPPED OUT after a gruesome battle. You don’t JOKE ABOUT THAT.

-> Episode 10: “...” WHEN SORA LEFT TO JOIN ARIN AND RAS.

Additional stuff:

Lloyd’s face is pretty much blank this season. 

That could be an animation thing for everyone, but you can just look at other characters to check that.

Similarly, the cast’s emotions were turned up this season (Kai and Nya’s sibling bickering, Roby and Wyldfyre being lovey dovey, Zane and Pixal winning couple of the year, Sora and Arin with their friendship being torn apart) providing a BIGGER contrast between their emotions and Lloyd’s seemingly lack thereof.

Lloyd’s interactions with Frak were… cold. It was purely professional, almost like Lloyd didn’t want to get attached. I wonder why lmao-

The Dragonians showed us that ancient magic can easily corrupt dragons. Hey Lloyd, you're part Oni and part what again?

These blades are magically forged by the Source Dragons right? How come slapping Lloyd around with a blade broke it? They should have just hit Lloyd with the blade, and it'd be broken. I wonder why they didn't retraumatize him-

There's proly a lot more that I simply just didn't right down- But yeah that's some of what I have rn >:3 I saw some of you guys reblog and I kinda wanted to give more of my thoughts :3

[jorvikzelda]

the note in the jorvikpov masterdoc next to the prompt/summary for the next one saying July 19th vs. the date on my computer saying 2023-08-06: fight

[unfortunatelyilikebnha]

The best tdmd moments/things (to me; vaguely but not entirely chronological) (also I haven’t read the manga in ages and I’ve only - recently at least - rewatched bits and pieces so some of this is paraphrased while some of it I went back through to get exact quotes and NO I’m not going to do that for all of them it would take too long) (readmore bc it’s a lot):

- “As the crowd shouted, trying to make Sero feel better, Todoroki took a moment to melt his opponent from the ice prison he’d created. For some reason, in that moment, he looked very sad to me.” Ok so this is not the sports festival moment everyone talks about but it LIVES in my head ABSOLUTELY RENT FREE. It’s like, we know Todoroki’s been watching Midoriya for a while, mostly due to his obvious connection with All Might, but in this moment, while everyone is focusing on Sero, Midoriya is Watching Todoroki Back. He Sees Him.

- MIDORIYA TELLING ENDEAVOR THAT HE IS NOT ALL MIGHT AND SHOUTO IS NOT HIM. Midoriya is freeeeeaked tf out bc endvr is intimidating + he’s worried he’ll discover the secret of OFA but the SECOND endvr starts talking like an asshole, Midoriya SHUTS THAT SHIT DOWN. Again, Midoriya has had like ONE conversation with Todoroki and actively Really Wants To Get Away From Endeavor, but he just gets so mad about the way that Endeavor’s talking that he pauses his retreat to correct him and I think that’s beautiful.

- One of Todoroki’s episodes/chapters being titled “The boy born with everything” and how you could easily contrast Midoriya as “The boy born with nothing” (I could not find a definitive answer on whether canon actually calls him that but like). The juxtaposition of their opposite struggles and the underlying understanding that underneath it all they are really not that different. That they have both suffered, and are both trying to make the most of a power with a difficult legacy. (This brings me to the next point because -)

- “It’s your power, isn’t it?”/“It’s yours! Your quirk, not his!” Yeah. I don’t even have to explain this one I think, everyone knows it’s THE tddk moment. I’ll forever die on the hill that Todoroki should’ve found out about OFA sooner and we should’ve had a direct reversal while Midoriya was still struggling with thinking of OFA as his quirk instead of All Might’s and Todoroki repeats Midoriya’s words right back at him. I mean, Horikoshi LOVES to do that (see: repetition of “body moved without thinking”, “meddling when you aren’t asked to is the essence of being a hero”, “that’s what friends are for, right?” etc) the setup was RIGHT THERE, like taking my shipping goggles or whatever off for a second I think it would’ve been a great addition to the story regardless bc it’s an example of how Midoriya has helped other people AND a reminder that he has not quite conceptualized the advice he gives others for himself! Even without that though, we see how important this moment was to Todoroki literally throughout the rest of his arc, to the point that

- “Midoriya, this is my power. Thank you.” IF WE DIDNT GET TDRK TELLING MDYA THAT OFA WAS HIS QUIRK, AT LEAST WE GOT THIS. MY GOD. I was trying to go mostly chronologically, but since we’re talking about a follow-up to “It’s your power, isn’t it?” I HAD to mention this scene next. It’s a really lovely moment because 1) it’s an acknowledgement of how much Todoroki’s grown (which he did on his own! Midoriya reminded him of why he wanted to become a hero in the first place, and he had a lot of support from friends (& teachers/family) but TODOROKI decided to put in the work to become the kind of hero he wanted to be!) and 2) it’s a reminder to Midoriya that he has made a positive impact and helped the people around him, which I think he’s probably struggling with since this is like. Soon after his dropout arc iirc. (Also: it’s a cool new super move that Todoroki developed himself to try to create a better future for his family!! Which, setting aside how beautiful it is that Todoroki has crafted his fire into something that won’t hurt, is also fun bc Midoriya loves quirks and gets to nerd out over Todoroki’s cool new move lol)

- TODOROKI SHOWING UP TO THE STAIN FIGHT. Todoroki has been friends with Midoriya for like a week and gets a location pin with no other context and IMMEDIATELY deduces that 1) Midoriya’s not the kind of guy to randomly drop his location so 2) he must be in danger, and 3) IMMEDIATELY TELLS ENDEAVOR HE’S GOING TO CHECK OUT THE LOCATION AND TO BRING BACKUP TO THERE AFTER HE’S DONE FIGHTING BC HE THINKS HIS FRIEND’S IN TROUBLE. When he actually shows up the first thing he says is something like “Midoriya you should include more details at a time like this. It took me a while to figure out what you meant and I could’ve been too late” but we literally see in the flashback that he figured this all out in like 2 seconds and IMMEDIATELY came to support Midoriya AND SECURED BACKUP. Every person in Midoriya’s phone received the location pin and expressed various levels of curiosity/concern about it in hindsight but Todoroki figured it out right away and immediately came to help (this isn’t a knock on the rest of 1a btw iirc the rest of them weren’t even in Hosu so there’s not anything they really could’ve done about it besides report it - which iirc Kirishima did -, it’s just that Todoroki WAS in Hosu and DID figure it out so he immediately went to help and it was that simple for him). Todoroki also just like. Instantly accepts that ok, Midoriya and Iida were fighting a serial killer, Guess He’s Also Fighting A Serial Killer Now. ALL THIS FOR HIS FRIEND OF A WEEK. This is one of the core tenets of tddkism to me: they are as ride-or-die as they come. Also notable: Midoriya is not generally in the habit of asking for help. The fact that he did, knowing nothing might come of it, AND TODOROKI SHOWED UP EXACTLY WHEN HE NEEDED HIM??? Can we acknowledge how much that probably meant to Midoriya. Also the start of tdiimd as a trio, which this post isn’t really about, but I can’t completely leave Iida out when talking abt the stain fight that’d be fucked up :(

- “We’ll protect them together”. Yes ik, another Stain fight moment, but I believe this line deserves its own point because, again, Todoroki has been Midoriya’s friend for like a week. Immediately prior to Todoroki saying this, he tells Midoriya that his plan is risky. It’s one thing to recognize Midoriya’s text as a call for help and run to be his backup, it’s another thing to let Midoriya take the strategic lead when he’s already injured and the plan itself could be dangerous. But Todoroki puts his trust in Midoriya and says they’ll protect them together, showing his confidence in Midoriya’s strategic prowess AND battle planning ability.

- “You’re a kind person, Todoroki”. Ok I’ll get this out of the way: I have issues with how the writing of this chapter could be read as implying that being a kind person automatically means you have to forgive the person who hurt you. Ik Midoriya tells Todoroki that it’s ok not to forgive Endvr if he doesn’t want to, but the way he follows it up with the fact that he’s a kind person and the assumption that he wants to forgive Endvr...aren’t my favorite. I think it kind of makes sense for Midoriya to think like this given his own experiences (and also. Midoriya is 15, some of his wording is gonna be a little bit awkward sometimes, so I don’t think that’s the only possible interpretation of what he said), but I wish that if that was the intention, there’d be a moment later on where this view was challenged and Midoriya really internalized that you can be kind and still not forgive someone who’s hurt you. THAT BEING SAID, of all the things that Todoroki is called on a regular basis, and of all the qualities Todoroki associates with himself, I don’t think “kind” is necessarily one of them. “Kindness” was not exactly a virtue that Endeavor seemed to prioritize instilling in him (and though Rei probably would’ve, she WAS absent for much of Shouto’s childhood), and he spent so much time building his walls and striving to defy his dad that it’s not something people tend to immediately pinpoint about him. Todoroki really IS kind though, and Midoriya recognizes that AND makes it a point to tell him. For Todoroki, who has worked on himself quite a lot, and just invited friends to his house probably for the first time ever + gone through a tense family dinner in front of them, I think that probably meant a lot (and his expression in that panel is so cute. Ough).

- “Thank you for being Shouto’s friend”. I think the fact that Fuyumi recognized how meaningful their friendship was and thanked Izuku for it was so significant for both of them, like neither of them, as far as we know, HAD a lot of friends prior to attending UA so the acknowledgement that it is a big deal that they befriended each other is special <3

- Tdrk catching Mdya (and bkg and endvr but this ain’t about them) during the first war arc. He doesn’t know shit about OFA at this point but he followed Midoriya to the front lines anyways.

- Todoroki tucking Midoriya in in 327 and putting a hand on his shoulder in 32…8? 9? Fuck if I know I haven’t read the manga in ages. Anyways. These are both tiny moments but I’m grouping them together bc they really show how Todoroki is there for Midoriya, in the way that he’s always noticing things about him, that he’s RELIABLE, he WANTS to be there for Midoriya like Midoriya was there for Todoroki and that manifests both in following him into terrifying fights and in the small gestures of support. Todoroki NOTICES when something’s wrong, and when he has the necessary context he steps up to help.

Bonus mentions:

- the “are you all might’s secret love child or something?” convo in its entirety. Between the Todoroki Family Trauma Dump, Midoriya sympathizing with Todoroki and realizing that despite how different their lives have been, they’re very similar, the beginning of Midoriya’s desire to help Todoroki, and the beginning of Midoriya really Seeing Todoroki, it sets the groundwork for the start of something beautiful

- AFO: “pay close attention to them, tomura shigaraki. These two could prove to be formidable obstacles to you one day”. / AM: “they may have more in common than they realize. They both have such an intense vibe about them.” The fact that both AFO and AM comment on the tdmd sports festival match leads me to believe that originally their relationship (in the original story I’m talking about the platonic sense but read this any way you will since. This IS a post abt why I ship them) was supposed to be more central to the plot, in this essay I will - (<- ramblings of a crazy person but like!!! Both AM and AFO!! And you’re telling me it didn’t mean anything??? Come on!!)

- Also “you’re helping your opponent. You’re a fool.” Their matching maniacal grins after Midoriya prompts Todoroki to use his fire. Todoroki’s softer smile and little tear. Mdya’s “Amazing…”. Them immediately deciding to go full force regardless if it kills them (IMPORTANT FACT ABOUT THEM IS THAT THEY’RE INSANE <3). “Midoriya…thank you.” (OUGHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭)

- MDYA YELLING “DONT GIVE UP” DURING THE TDRK/BKG MATCH AND FOR A BRIEF MOMENT TODOROKI STARTS USING HIS FIRE AGAIN. Ik he ultimately doesn’t end up using his fire, but that makes SENSE, you can’t process all that trauma immediately, it takes time!! The fact that for a moment, Midoriya’s voice was enough to allow him to use his fire so soon after his life-altering revelation in the tdmd match is so important to me though :( (and the fact that Midoriya’s willing to 1) root for Todoroki and 2) root for him loud enough that both Todoroki and Bkg can hear,,, ohh tdmd are so special to me)

- their little convo at the training camp. “You have a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong” lol (paraphrased). Underrated tdmd thing is that they’re willing to tell it to each other straight. But also, the genuinely good advice of “words themselves aren’t enough, actions are also needed to get through to someone” (again, paraphrased) (reminder of how Mdya helped Tdrk!! W/ words AND actions!! And now he’s helping Mdya help Kota!)

- “I don’t know, I think heroes cry when they need to probably” - acknowledges Mdya’s crying as a positive trait bc when he’s not crying it means he’s repressing things, also serves as a reminder that heroes are people too (a similar sentiment to Uraraka’s “who will save the heroes when they need saving?”). Serves to remind Mdya that his crying doesn’t make him less of a hero + it’s ok to feel things. Also Tdiimd.

- “You can’t even cry”/“Let us share that burden together” (this is like. Veeeery paraphrased I’m sorry I don’t have access to the chapter and I’m too lazy to rewatch). The whole class said very meaningful things to try to get Midoriya to come back, but even though he wasn’t ultimately the one to fully get through to him (SHOUTOUT TO IIDA ILY IIDA THIS POST ISNT ABOUT HIM EITHER BUT JUST KNOW I CANT WATCH THAT SCENE WITHOUT TEARING UP THEY R SO DEAR TO ME) Todoroki’s is one of my favorites bc sure maybe he doesn’t understand what it’s like to have no quirk and then suddenly have a quirk that’s actually seven quirks and have a pretty much all-powerful supervillain hunting him down but he DOES understand the burden of trying to shoulder the crushing legacy of a top hero, and here he reaches out to Midoriya once more reminding him that his tears are a good thing and offering to share the burden and help Midoriya like Midoriya’s helped him.

- Light novel moments: Mdya teaching Tdrk how to make AM origami and Tdrk sending it to Rei, Tdrk going to return Mdyas pencil and admiring Mdyas AM figure and Mdya trying to give it to him bc he has another one but Tdrk refuses bc he doesn’t want to damage it so he suggests he just come visit it instead (I haven’t read the light novels but I’ve seen these excerpts and I love them dearly) (these are just all really cute it’s nice to see what they’re like outside of doing hero stuff)

- Todoroki’s “Midoriya Sense” (yes this is a fandom joke based on like the stain incident + noticing smth was up during the “heroes cry too” incident + Todoroki asking abt him before the cultural festival etc but it IS genuinely very sweet that Todoroki is always looking out for Midoriya and trying his best to help when he can)

- TODOROKI TELLING MIDORIYA TO REMOVE THE BATTERIES FROM HIS PHONE SO THE GOVERNMENT COULDNT TRACK HIM WHILE HE WAS ON THE RUN BC HE WAS A MURDER SUSPECT. Now I haven’t watched the third movie so I may be wrong about the details but it was VERY funny of Tdrk to be like “did you kill people??? Never mind that actually here’s how to avoid the government” (paraphrased for comedic effect)

-“Midoriya and the others” (cute, something Shouto says…several times lmao) (Izuku has also said “Todoroki and the others” at least once (in the first movie) but I’m not aware of it being a recurring phrase like “Midoriya and the others”)

[deus-ex-mona]

series i’m gatekeeping from my family vs series i’m ✨ok✨ with my family knowing i’m into:

[bookrat]

Do you sell any of these statues?

Yeah, pretty often. I've got a few to put up for sale this week actually.

[midnightmariana]

Do we want more crazed observations? Here's some stuff that struck me as odd that I jotted down after watching S3 Pt1 :3

Spoilers for S3 Pt1!!! None for Pt2 tho-

-> Episode 1: “That’s never been the way of this monastery.” Followed by an absolutely DIABOLICAL eyebrow raise. Lloyd didn’t really teach Frak how to change what Ras’ taught him. IN FACT he inadvertently doubled DOWN by saying:

-> Episode 1: “I like that enthusiasm, reminds me very much of Arin.” Y’know Arin? WHO LEFT TO JOIN RAS. I believe this could have led to Frak trying to prove himself as more than Ras’ lackey (in Episode 2). Btw Lloyd got hit with a piece of wood from the training course and just rubbed his head, like he barely felt it. Kinda like cough cough Powerlid-

-> Episode 2: “Can we not bicker. Let’s go.” Is a HUGE shift from how Lloyd usually attempts to diffuse arguments. He's been attempting wise leader stuff as of late, it's just kinda out of character-

-> Episode 2: “...” WHEN THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT ‘EVIL’ ONI. He kinda just stared into the distance that time. Obviously, you’d all think we’d immediately look at Lloyd for a reaction but HE’S NOT EVEN LOOKING AT FRAK AND SORA??? There’s no way the writers and animators would think we would NOT look at him. Why wasn’t he animated with anything besides a blank face, unless they’re trying to intentionally throw it out there that something is off with Lloyd. However, the team wasn’t exactly in the most welcoming place to go, “Oh yeah, I’m an Oni!” 

-> Episode 2: “Yeah even if there were a uh…” Lloyd didn’t hear them say cyclops LIKE SIX TIMES??? He was not there at ALL.

-> Episode 2: "I don't wanna turn around..."

-> Episode 2: “So… you two ready or what?” Lloyd said that very lightheartedly BUT Sora and Frak were having a REALLY emotional conversation about Arin. He should’ve known to not interrupt them.

-> Episode 4: “Will you two knock it off.”  Similar to the first Episode 2 line.

-> Episode 7: “What’s the point of a legendary weapon if I’m not gonna use it?” Lloyd was so RECKLESS WITH THAT. That is NOT what he’s been taught.

-> Episode 8: “If my uncle really caused the Merge, I have to believe he had a good reason.” Arin just told Lloyd that the Merge caused by his UNCLE is the reason his parents died. Read the ROOM.

-> Episode 8: “No… I didn’t mean… I-I just…” FOLLOW UP. WHAT LLOYD??? NO BUD NO. Lloyd sounds so tired it’s actually insane. 

-> Episode 10: “...” When Thunderfang throws him into the side of a CLIFF. He doesn’t put up as much of a fight. In fact, he seemed way more passive in battle (and all battles this season). Lloyd was always on defense, barely on offense. 

-> Episode 10: “I’ve had some pretty weird days… but this might be the weirdest one yet.” Lloyd casually joked. After he DIED. He had his soul RIPPED OUT after a gruesome battle. You don’t JOKE ABOUT THAT.

-> Episode 10: “...” WHEN SORA LEFT TO JOIN ARIN AND RAS.

Additional stuff:

Lloyd’s face is pretty much blank this season. 

That could be an animation thing for everyone, but you can just look at other characters to check that.

Similarly, the cast’s emotions were turned up this season (Kai and Nya’s sibling bickering, Roby and Wyldfyre being lovey dovey, Zane and Pixal winning couple of the year, Sora and Arin with their friendship being torn apart) providing a BIGGER contrast between their emotions and Lloyd’s seemingly lack thereof.

Lloyd’s interactions with Frak were… cold. It was purely professional, almost like Lloyd didn’t want to get attached. I wonder why lmao-

The Dragonians showed us that ancient magic can easily corrupt dragons. Hey Lloyd, you're part Oni and part what again?

These blades are magically forged by the Source Dragons right? How come slapping Lloyd around with a blade broke it? They should have just hit Lloyd with the blade, and it'd be broken. I wonder why they didn't retraumatized him-

There's proly a lot more that I simply just didn't right down- But yeah that's some of what I have rn >:3 I saw some of you guys reblog and I kinda wanted to give more of my thoughts :3

“Hit me all you want! Powerlid can’t feel a thing! Stub my toe? No pain! Bonk my head? Nothing! I can’t even feel… love. But Powerlid is not ready to expose himself emotionally!” Oh my God. Was this an allusion to Lloyd.

FOLLOW UP: Powerlid (the cyclops in Episode 2) refers to himself as the “Ultimate object of admiration,” orrrrrrr a title someone would probably give to the prophesied savior: The Green Ninja.

Realistically? Probably not. I’m 100% looking wayyyy too into it. I just thought it was interesting given the emotional numbness arc Lloyd is heavily implied to going through right now- If anything it just gave me more think about in a currently 2-page long Lloyd character analysis for this season.

[galaxseacreature]

Last week I helped with a training for one afternoon and we were in a lovely little park by a lovely little stream and many of the salmonberries were ripe! And I couldn't figure out how that snuck up on me so completely. Someone pointed out that it's June and I just laughed it off as how time flies by. Only many hours later I realized-it’s because of my new job. I started at the beginning of May. A month of not being significantly outside near daily after two years of it. That's all it took. Such a short time to come so untethered

[chisungie]

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[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a user who basically kidnaps herself. CW : Masturbation, mentions of oral

It started with the little things. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise more frequently. You heard heavy breathing and a slick sound at night coming from your slightly open window. A blank account following your public instagram account.

You then started seeing him. A tall burly man that seemed to always appear In the corner of your eye. You never saw his face because of the balaclava he wore. And that frustrated you.

Hell, if a guy is going to stalk you, the least he can do is not hide his face.

Eventually, you got sick of it. You let the brute of a man follow you home as usual. Let him watch you 'sleep' through your window while he fisted his cock. And then when he went home, you followed him.

You honestly thought he'd catch you. Feel you watching him. Following him home. But it seemed that his post orgasmic haze rendered him vulnerable.

You followed the man to a nice looking home. Not huge or anything, but It was cozy.

You then watched through a window as he drank a glass of whiskey, before walking through the home to his bedroom.

You quickly rushed to the bedroom window, glad the blinds weren't fully shut.

The man then sat down on his bed, pulling something from his bedside drawer-hey wait, are those your fucking panties you lost? Sneaky bastard. Those are your favourite.

And now he's fisting his cock again. Only this time, he's taken off that stupid balaclava to sniff them and-oh.

Oh.

Fuck, he's hot.

Those scars, the dirty blonde hair, the slightly crooked nose from being broken so many times, Jesus H Christ.

Yeah. To say you were thinking of this mans face between your thighs was an understatement. He might genuinely be one of the hottest men you've ever seen.

You quickly went home, going to the blank account that had followed you, and with a few clicks, you found the guys private instagram. Simon Riley. He's not the only person who's good at stalking.

You then found out that he was in the military. A Lieutenant. Seemed to be really private. No matter though, you already knew where he lived.

The following day, you took the day off work, and broke into Simon's home. Moving almost all of your stuff in. He wouldn't mind.

Then, when Simon walked into his house he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you, sipping from one of his mugs, on his couch.

The woman he'd been stalking for nearly a year.

"I-what-what are you doing here?" He muttered, eyes wide as he took off his balaclava.

"You should have shown me your face earlier. I would have moved in ages ago" you shrugged.

"Moved in?" Simon almost squeaked.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

before you all panic, yes. There will be a part two :p

Edit! ~ there's a part 2 you thirsty animals ⟢ right here! ❤︎

[darkeyedghost]

The Roman femboys got Emperor Hadrian acting unwise

[arminsumi]

ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

1.5k words

Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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[fable-x4]

Doing this because it makes me happy •Ꮂ•. Im making it difficult on all of you though.

1 note- I'll go drink water

10 notes - I'll set alarms to actually care for myself

50 notes - set up a daily productivity system so I stop wasting my time doing nothing.

100 notes - ask my friends to help me buy a skirt

500 notes - get a bra & a whole bunch of other affirming clothing !!!

1k - tell my dad that my gf is also trans

2.5k - ask my dad to address me by my prefferred name & pronouns 1k went pretty poorly, so I dont feel super comfortable making an attempt on this.

5k - try to get therapy/psychologist

10k - girl mode at all times (start actively wearing makeup/clothing/doing voice training around people at all times)

50k - try for HRT (0% chance) (also no guarantee on this one)

Asfgg. It feels surprisingly good to have a bunch of strangers who want me to be happy

I have now set up alarms for eating, waking up, and hygene related stuff. I seriously doubt we get to 500, but this has made me significantly happier •Ꮂ•

Doing some math... 25 notes in 4 hours. 6.25 notes per hour. 8000 hours or 333 days until this hits 50k. Hrt in a year ig.

Um. Wow. Its been a day, and we're almost at 300. Everything 500 & below was supposed to be things I'd do with minimal intervention. But now, we're getting to the scarier stuff. I am very intimidated, but also excited

My gf really badly wanted to be here when I buy some of the clothing, so the skirt will be this week, the rest of the clothing will be when she comes back from vacation

Saying that you're force femming me is so not allowed. This is unfair. You have no right to make me feel the ways Im feelingggg. Stop making me happy.

Welp. I told him about my girlfriend. And things went about as poorly as expected. He said that Im parroting what other people think. Slowly taking little parts of them, and applying them to myself. Specifically, being trans. He didnt even leave it to maybes. He said with certainty that I was copying everyone else. I know 9 trans people total. Only 2 of them are my close friends. Everyone else, Im barely aquaintences with. I should have told him that regardless of whatever theories he has, this has boosted my confidence massively. Slightly less excited for 2.5k notes. At least everything after that is very positive. And at least this lets me talk about my girlfriend for ages. I dont have to say her deadname through gritted teeth. Oh context. He already knows Im trans but was ignoring it.

I GOT A SKIRT!!!!!

Thank all of you so much. At first when I got the skirt, I was pretty intimidated by the idea of showing my legs. I thought everyone will just see me as a man. But there's a degree of confidence you all have given me. Yeah. Im pretty. Yeah, Im beautiful even. Yeah. Its a friggin fantastic skirt. And anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb. Im happy, and thats what matters.

[zevrra]

𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 ⋆˚꩜｡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: out of all the days for your car to have broken down, leaving you stranded on the side of the road, it had to be the day your dad had just left for a sudden business trip—he was hours away by now and you were just here; stuck. you could call a tow truck but the bill for that was…way out of the budget. so the only other thing you could think of to do was to call your dad’s best friend; joel miller.

a.k.a joel (the sexiest man alive) comes to your rescue and you want to repay him for it.

𝐟𝐭.dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

𝐰𝐜: 7k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: mdni, no-outbreak!joel, straight smut, no real plot, implied forbidden romance, significant AGE GAP, reader is in their 20s, joel is in his 50s, mention of sarah(30s + no ellie), no use of y/n, joel likes pet names, sexual tension, joel tries to remain morally ‘right’, joel’s a lil insecure if you squint, thigh riding if you squint, dirty talk, handjob (both m and f receiving), unprotected p in v (just the tip!), coming onto/between v too.

𝐚/𝐧: yeah this is… waaaaayyyy longer…than i had planned for it to be…but if it gets more than 10 likes and 2 reblogs I’ll write a part two! :3

You’ve heard more stories about Joel Miller than you had actually seen him in real life; only meeting him one other time in the entirety of the six years he’s been your dad’s best friend. But with no other family and no extra cash to pay for a tow…you prayed that maybe he’d find it in the kindness of his heart to come rescue little ole you. 

Thankfully, your dad had given you his number in a “just in case”, if you ever needed it. Strange how for once your dad was right about something you had swore up and down would never happen. It almost made you smile— and you would if not given the predicament you were in right now.

For a moment, as you sit in your car, with your thumb slightly trembling as it hovers over Joel’s contact name, you silently pray that he’d pick up when a stranger was calling. 

No more time to talk yourself out of it, you press on his name, watching your phone begin to ring at your request. You quickly tap the speaker button, hands clammy as you listen to the dial ring. Your heart is pounding in your chest for some odd reason as the line continues to ring and ring.

You’re just about to give up hope and hang up, so his voicemail doesn’t pick up for you instead, but suddenly you hear the line click and a deep southern voice echoes in from the otherside; “Yeah?” 

You didn’t realize you had been holding your breath until you suddenly exhale a deep sigh upon hearing his voice. “Hey!” You blurt out. “You probably don’t have my number saved or anything like that but I’m the daughter of your friend!” 

“Oh,” Joel starts and you can hear him rustling around, as if he’s putting down something he had been working on. “I remember ya. Somethin’ I can help you with sweetheart?” His voice drips with honey and confusion and you can’t blame him. But the tender way he mutters sweetheart has your fingers trembling just that much more. 

“Yes, actually! I’m a little stranded at the moment. See my dad’s outta town for a business trip and my car has broken down so yeah…” You trail off, fiddling with the edge of your phone case while the words ‘I could use some help’ stick to the back of your throat. 

“You need me to come get ya?” Joel’s warm voice breaks the silence, knowing exactly what you couldn’t say seconds before.  

“I mean, that would be awesome if you could! But like, don’t worry about it if you’re busy! I could call a tow truck or something.” You ramble on. And for a second you think maybe you’ve lost service as he doesn’t say anything right away but as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking; he answers you. 

“What road ya on?” Joel asks all soft like, while you can hear some more rustling in the background. 

You glance at the maps on your phone before telling him the road you were on, fingers returning to fiddle with your phone case. “But like again, if you’re too far or busy I can just call a tow!” You mutter as the pit of your stomach does backflips. You’d really hate to inconvenience him but at the same time…with your father gone…and being in seemingly the middle of nowhere…you’d take your chances of annoying him just a little. 

Joel laughs on the other end and it sends a warmth that rivals the summer heat through your entire body. You catch the faint sound of keys jingling on his end before he responds. “No worries hun. I’ll be there in twenty minutes or so.” 

And with that, Joel says his goodbye and the call ends. 

“That went…surprisingly well.” You mutter to yourself as you stretch out along your driver seat. Might as well get comfy while you wait. 

Just as promised, Joel shows up about twenty-five minutes later. He parks an older farm truck right behind you that squeaks as the door opens with his exit. You get out of your own car to greet him and you hate how your stomach returns to doing flips but for an entirely different reason.

Why couldn’t you remember him being so fucking handsome before? His tan skin, the salt and pepper of his hair, the stubble of his jaw. He was broad to say the least; his shoulders and chest wide, and he carried himself like a man in charge. You expect a man as toned and well muscled to be a little mean…but then he smiles upon seeing you and all your fears melt away.

“Howdy,” Joel calls, nice and easy like the breeze, making his way to you. 

You simply nod your head in response, unable to find the words to speak, as he stops in front of you. Your eyes lift just ever so slightly to look up into his eyes and fuck, they had no right to be so pretty shining in the sun like that. 

“Pop the hood for me? Let me see if these old hands can’t figure out what’s gotcha parked here.” Joel light heartedly says. And for some odd reason…you knew that if he asked you for anything in that sweet drawl of his, you’d do it in a heartbeat. 

You ease back into the driver seat of your car, reaching for the little latch that would pop the hood open. At the click, Joel moves to the front of your car while you debate sitting there, waiting to be told what to do. In the end your curiosity gets the better of you as you exit your car again. You move to the front end alongside him, staring at a mass of smooth and twisted metal underneath…not understanding a single thing as you look down at it. 

Joel must see the confusion in your gaze and it makes him laugh just a little. “S’aright hun. You ain’t gotta worry about tryin’ to figure it out.” He hums as his hand reaches forward, twisting off a cap you don’t know the name of. “Unless you wanna?” He teases as he retrieves a long, metal like wand from the depths of the engine. 

You laugh along with him, shaking your head at his question. “No thank you. Maybe next time.” You respond in a light tune, continuing to watch him as he works. 

But you can’t help staring at something other than the engine he works on.

Your eyes graze over the strength of his tan forearms. Noticing right away the scars that linger along his weathered skin. But what you really wanted to see was the muscle of his bicep— hidden underneath that damn teasing denim shirt of his. Wanted so desperately to watch him stretch and his muscles flex as he moved about while working on your car.

Your eyes trail down the rest of his body, where your attention is immediately drawn to his back. Your eyes fixate directly at the point of where his shirt meets his jeans, watching as his shirt lifts with every stretch he makes across the engine. It lifts just enough away from his jeans to allow you to see a little bit of exposed skin underneath it. His sun-kissed skin trailed all the way down his back and the idea of touching his warm body made your fingers twitch. 

“Well your oil is fine but it seems like your radiator cap is split.” Joel says. His words immediately pull you from your thoughts and you jump a little; startled as if maybe Joel could hear exactly what you were thinking…thankfully, he couldn’t. 

“Not good, I’m assuming?” You ask with a clear of your throat, desperately hoping your thoughts would return to normal with it. 

Joel chuckles a little and shakes his head as he leans back and away from your engine. He wipes his hands across his jeans and you've never thought about how sexy a man could look dirty and disheveled like Joel does right then and there.

“No good ‘til ya get it fixed at least.” Joel hums and gestures for you to step back just a little, before he lets your car hood slam shut to lock it. “It’ll keep overheating like it is now but…” Joel trails off until he comes to stand in front of you— and you swear he’s close enough that he can hear how hard your heart is beating inside your ribcage. “If you keep it slow, ya could follow me back home. I might be able to fix it long enough for ya to get back to your place.” 

You swallow a lump in your throat and nod to his solution, you weren’t coming up with anything better anyway. Plus, it got you a little more time with him. Little weird that you wanted to spend more time with a ‘stranger’ twice your age— who you just thought about touching in a…not so friendly way— but you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know him just a little better. 

“Yeah, that sounds fine. Thank you so much.” You respond with a smile. 

Joel smiles right back at you before one of his large hands reaches out and grabs your shoulder, giving you a squeeze. “Don’t worry ‘bout it sweetheart.” He says in a light tone, hand sliding just a little inwards along your skin; where he gently rubs a circle into the back of your neck, ever so slightly, before he snatches his hand away. Moving on like nothing happened. As if…his intrusive thoughts had won him over for a split second, before he turns on his heel to open the driver door for you.

Your entire body hums with a newfound feeling you’re not quite sure what to call yet. You float into the driver’s seat, putting your seatbelt on, while Joel motions for you to roll your windows down and you do; rolling all four of them down in somewhat of a panic after misclicking the first time in your jittery state. 

Joel settles onto the ledge of your window, up close and personal enough that you could see the scars on his face. 

Oh how you wished his eyes would look at your lips and give you a reason to kiss him, right then and there. And god did he look good leaning over to you like that too; like he wanted it just as badly as you suddenly did. 

“‘Member, slow and steady,” He breathes and you can almost feel the flutter of his breath across your cheek. “If you see this needle get close or even above this red line right here, pull over and turn the car off a'ight?” He adds, pointing to a needle on your dash.

You nod slightly, fingers twitching at the thought of breaking down in an even worse spot than you already were. And Joel sees that little flicker of worry cross your face before you can hide it and he chuckles. 

“Don’t worry yer’little head off, darlin’. I’ll lead. Be just right in front of ya, and all ya gotta do is follow me, okay?” He hums, tapping the edge of your window with every word, before he pushes himself upright and makes his way back to his truck. 

You watch as he leaves you, getting up into the driver seat of his own truck without another word. And suddenly you’re gripping the steering wheel for dear life. 

What were you doing? What were you thinking? Nothing appropriate to say the least. Images of him muttering that sweet nickname against your lips plays in the back of your mind like a damn movie. You definitely were reading too much into his body language and the way he rolled that darling off his tongue….he was just being nice and helping out a friend's daughter…that was it. You needed to focus. 

You let out a shaky breath, you once again had no idea you were holding, gaze shifting to watch his truck pull off into the road and you pull your car into follow suit behind him. Traveling slowly like he had told you to do so, eyes darting between the back of his pickup truck and your dashboard; watching that little needle he had pointed out to you for any kind of changes. 

After all of this, you’d definitely have to repay him somehow. Would have to ask him what you could do to return the favor of him coming to the rescue of a stranger. Could buy him dinner? That wouldn’t be too much money outside of your budget. Or buy him some beer or whiskey as thanks; he definitely looked like he enjoyed a good alcohol here and there. 

Then a terrible, terrible, idea pops into your head. It was certainly a gamble; he was older, a friend of your dad’s, and probably did not see you in that light at all…but…it was a risk worth taking.

Besides, you could always flee Texas and never come back if things went really badly. 

When the two of you managed to finally arrive at his home, without your car breaking down again along the way, thankfully, you half expected him to live in something…strange to say the least. He was a man you didn’t know, a stranger to you as much as you were to him, and showing up to his house was more than a little odd.

But as you pull up into the long driveway behind him, you realize exactly why your dad was friends with him. He lived relatively secluded, no neighbors, in a gorgeous two-story farmhouse. A large barn sits at the edge of a fence line and beyond is just a beautiful field accompanied by a handful of animals; cows, sheep, and a couple of horses lazing about. You sit in awe for just a moment, taking in the scenery before you, until the brake lights of Joel’s truck flash you back to reality and you come to a full stop behind him. 

Such a big house for one man…or so you had hoped for. Suddenly you remember your father mentioning Joel’s daughter…would she be here too? What kind of person would you be contemplating…”payment” for Joel around his daughter? Shame settles in your stomach but you smother the feeling as you watch Joel slide out of his truck once more. He motions for you to pull around him and into his garage at the side of the house and do as he says. 

As soon as you shut the car off and go to open your door, Joel is already there at your side. A small, welcoming smile is settled on his face as he holds your driver side door open for you. 

You utter a small thanks before stepping out of your car. You don’t have a moment to really look at everything inside his garage before Joel is heading towards a door you assume leads to the inside of his house. 

“Let’s go inside for a moment. Grab a drink and cool off and then figure out what’s goin’ on.” He hums as his hand settles on the doorknob. 

You nod, quickly catching up to him. Your heart pounds inside your ribcage again but you swear it’s going to explode when Joel swings the door inwards, allowing you into his home, but it’s the hover of his hand along your back that causes your heart to pump three times as hard. Tingles seep into every inch of your body but his hand is warm and strong as it just barely touches your back.

Like he’s just trying to be helpful, that’s what he’s telling himself, but he’s tempted by other thoughts— where he wants to lay the full weight of his hand along your back and guide you to wherever he may want you. 

But just as quickly as it comes, it goes. Like an afterthought that never happened. 

You move into his home, gaze shifting over the layout of the kitchen you step into. From just a brief glance, you can tell the inside of his house was just as gorgeous as the outside was. Simple, a little vintage, but definitely something you could see a man like Joel living in. 

“Can I get’cha a drink?” Joel asks as he walks up to his fridge, opening it with an easy throw. “There’s some juice. Or if you prefer, I have diet soda. Sarah says it’s better for my health.” He jokes as he rummages inside the cool fridge. You could practically hear his eyes rolling and it settles the tension in your shoulders. 

“Some water will be fine,” You hum in response, standing awkwardly beside the kitchen island, your fingers running along the counter. “How is Sarah, by the way?” You ask as your eyes settle onto a nearby picture frame of Joel and his daughter. “I’ve only heard about her in passing from my dad…when he was talking about you.” 

“Oh?” Joel chuckles somewhere behind you. “I hope only the good things are told.” 

You smile at his words, stopping at the edge of the kitchen island. 

Not prepared in the slightest as the tips of his fingers press into the back of your arm; causing you to jump at his touch and swivel on your heel to face him. And he’s close…closer than before. If you moved in anyway, you’re sure your chest would run right into his own. 

Your breath catches in your throat and you drag your gaze up into his. You freeze in the spot, waiting for something…anything to happen. Waiting for him to make a move, either away from you or to sweep you into his embrace but he does neither; he freezes just as much as you do. Tension swirls around the room like a hot summer’s wind, brewing up a storm, making everything just a little too sticky and your palms sweaty.

But just like a tornado, the tension comes and goes, leaving everything in place except for the feeling of ‘holy shit’. 

“Your water, sweetheart.” Joel finally mutters, taking his slight step back and offering you up the water he had fetched out, breaking the tension that had built up seconds ago. 

You take the glass of water out of his hand with a slight tremble to your fingers but you hold it nonetheless, continuing to stand still as he pulls away. He clears his throat as he retreats, putting space between the two of you once more. 

“But yeah, um, Sarah’s good. Married, no kids yet but maybe one day.” Joel says through another clear of his throat, trying to will away whatever that feeling of “holy shit” was from before. He turns away from you once more, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck.

And from your position, you can see the tips of his ears flushed a soft red. It makes you shudder at the thought of him blushing around you like some lovesick man. 

You take a sip of your water and it tastes stale compared to the want you have for the older man. You clear your own throat to try and refocus, nodding to his statement about his daughter.

At least it was somewhat comforting to know that, after what just happened, his daughter wasn’t going to come racing through the front door and watch her dad hit on someone younger or the same age as her. 

“And no Mrs. Miller?” You blurt out before you can even think about what you’re saying. Certainly pushing the boundaries now. Your dad had never spoken about Joel having a wife before but it never hurt to ask…especially after what just happened. “Sorry that’s inappropriate, right?” You embarrassingly mutter, even if it was the right thing to ask after the two of you just got done dry humping each other with your eyes.  

Joel chuckles slightly at your question, shaking his head as he eases back into ‘mr. calm and collected’. “S’alright. But yes, once. A long time ago. I’ve been divorced ever since.” He responds but says nothing more as he sets down his own preferred drink on the counter. “It’s just lil ole me and Sarah.” Joel adds; letting you in on his quiet life just a little more. 

You want to tell him how much you’re glad it’s just him. How you’ve been wanting just him since he stepped out of his truck back on the road. 

“And you? No partner waitin’ at home for ya?” Joel asks quietly, as if he’s unsure if he really should be asking the question or not; but curiosity is getting the better of the old man. 

You laugh a little at his question, an easy smile sitting on your lips. “Nope. Suppose I wouldn’t be here if I did.” 

“Hmm,” Joel ponders. “Suppose not. But I doubt you’d wanna be stuck here with an old man like me if ya didn’t have to.” 

“Good thing you don’t know me too well then,” You chime, tucking a few strands of loose hair behind your ear, glancing away from him as you ramble on about how much you are actually happy to be there, with him.

When you lift your eyes back to him, you stare right into his warm gaze. “I’m…enjoying this.” You admit finally with a shaky exhale. And if this wasn’t the moment that would set the nail into the head of: “do I need to flee the state or is this okay?” then you weren’t sure when it would happen. 

Joel’s eyes crinkle just ever so slightly and so quickly, that for a second you think you've almost imagined it. And you can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He nods just a little, as if he’s almost speechless, clearing his throat to once again shake off the tension that has built up.

Returning back to reality, he takes a sip off his drink and settles against one of the many kitchen cabinets, swirling the liquid around in his glass. “So, your dad didn’t teach you anything about cars?” 

You laugh, shaking your head as you join him in leaning against the island counter. “You’re surprised? He doesn’t know a damn thing about them either.” You huff softly. 

“Mmm, true. I had to show him how to change a tire once.” Joel responds playfully, glancing in your direction.

“See!” You chuckle again, fiddling with the cup between your fingers. “Guess that’s why he told me to call you if I ever needed anything.” 

That warm, fuzzy feeling floats over your entire body again; weighs on you like a thick blanket while Joel falls silent for a second. 

God, how you wished you could hear what was going on in that head of his.

Before he answers, he shoots back all of the dark liquor in his glass, needing it for whatever else may go on that day. “He was right. Call me for anything, ya may need sweetheart.” Joel whispers, low and slow, sending a cool spike down your spine.

You suck in a quiet breath while his words stick to you— like your thighs would stick to a leather seat after sitting down for too long. Your pulse throbs in your throat. Was he just confirming what your dad had told you to do; to call him whenever you may need it? Or were you reading too much into it all…just because your feelings for him were running a little too wild? 

“So, thought ya didn’t live in Texas any more? Some fancy school or job, your dad mentioned one time or ‘nother.” Joel breaks through the silence you had left in the open, bringing you back to the moment with him.

You take another sip off your water before giving him a small nod. “Yep. Just came back to visit him. Bein’ a good daughter and all.”

“Hmm, a good daughter…” Joel mutters to himself and if you two weren’t so close, you probably wouldn’t have heard him. You can’t help but think what he could mean by that but you’re not going to bring it up…yet. 

“Anyway, I’m only here for a few weeks, and of course on my vacation my car decides to break down. Just my luck huh,” You sigh. “And my budget doesn’t allow for car troubles so I’m really hoping you can fix it.” 

“Budget?” Joel hums, glancing down at his empty glass, most likely debating to get another drink or not. “And you were gonna call a tow truck on a budget?” Joel says with that teasing tone of his. 

“Well…yeah, I guess if I had to.” You respond with a shrug, smiling over at him. 

Joel chuckles, his gaze casted into the depths of his glass as he fiddles with the cup while he speaks. “No doubt you could swindle your way outta some trouble if ya had to.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You tease right back, taking the chance to inch closer to him. 

Joel clears his throat, as if he hadn’t expected to say what he said in the first place and just got caught. Now he was struggling to come up with the words to justify exactly why he said what he said. “Uh, well ya know,” Joel starts, stopping in his search at the bottom of his glass, his summer gaze returning to look over at you. His eyes tenderly move along your body; following every curve and dip as if it were his fingers trailing your skin instead. It feels like an eternity, him just looking at you, but in reality it probably only lasts for a second too long. “Lookin’ all pretty like that. Just sayin’ you could get away with anything if ya wanted to hun.” He says, all hushed and soft. 

A storm was absolutely brewing now and suddenly you’re glad to have worn that summer floral dress you had bought ages ago. 

You wait for a heartbeat, his gaze still licking flames across your body, before you reach out to him with a gentle but firm hand. You press your fingers into his exposed forearm, making a little circle against his tan skin to mimic him from earlier. 

And for some reason, you were far bolder than you had ever been in your life as you took another step closer to the older man, skimming your fingers further along his skin, batting pretty eyelashes in his direction. 

“Anything?” You whisper, just loud enough for him and only him to hear. Didn’t matter if no one else was home, you wanted to make sure it was for him. 

It was a good sign when he didn’t immediately jerk away or start yelling for you to get out. His breath catches in his throat this time and you watch as his chest begins to rise and fall as you stand dangerously close to him. Standing in the shadow of his frame, being almost swallowed up as he towers over you. 

“Darlin’” Joel finally utters, glancing down his nose at you, his fingers twitching at his sides; as if he’s trying to hold himself back from embracing you. “You know that’s not a good idea.” 

You shrug a little, pushing your fingers just underneath the curl of his shirt sleeve, touching the very beginning to the thick of his bicep. “Why not? It’s just us.” 

“You know why,” Joel protests softly. “I’m twice your age. And I’m your father’s friend.” 

“And yet…you’re not moving away,” You whisper, making it a point to squeeze his bicep. Your eyes trail from his gaze to the plump of his lips, lingering just long enough for him to notice, before you glance all the way back up to his eyes. “Let me repay you for coming to my rescue.” 

He doesn’t speak, having been caught and now his argument was quickly crumbling into almost nothing. 

To give him a little encouragement, your fingers trail back down to his wrist and you guide his hand to the edge of your skirt, pushing his fingers just slightly under your dress and against the thick of your thigh. “C’mon…Joel.” You hum his name all sweet like honey and it finally breaks him. 

“Fuck,” Joel curses under his breath as he sweeps you up. The hand on your thigh opens up and curls around you, dragging you into the front of his chest. His other hand settles against the curve of your neck as he comes crashing down onto you like a wave. 

He presses his lips into yours in a hot and heavy kiss. His tongue is already darting along the thick of your bottom lip– desperate and needy— just like you’ve been since the second you saw him bent over your car. 

“Dammit, you…” Joel pants against your lips. “I was tryin’ so hard…” He groans, lifting your hips into his own with his single hand. “You and that damn dress and the way you stare at me, Christ.” Joel fumbles, shifting his hand along your body. His hand grabbing your ass in a tight grip, his calm and collected self long, long gone now. He squeezes your ass, eating up the moan that tumbles from your lips into his. “Wanna hear that pretty little voice callin’ my damn name s’more.” 

“Joel.” You breathe his name and it makes him groan again. It’s deep and raspy, sends a vibration to the very tips of your fingers.

His knee bumps into yours, knocking your legs to part to allow him space between your thighs. The flat of his thigh presses right into the spot where you’re quickly coming to yearn for him. You grind into the thick of his thigh, mewling into the softness of his mouth. You were already far too needy, dripping through your underwear and smearing against his jeans.

Joel groans at the increasing wetness slicking his thigh and his fingers grip just a little harder along your skin. His teeth grab hold of your bottom lip, gently pulling on the plumpness, before his tongue is replacing his teeth with a wet swipe.  

“Taste s’good sweetheart.” He whispers with a chuckle. “Been wantin’ this all damn day.” 

You shudder at his words— at least it was comforting to know that since he showed up in the middle of nowhere to save you; you weren’t the only one looking at him in a new light. 

You needed more than just a little dry humping and hot make out session to be satisfied though— especially concerning the risk of…everything. Your fingers once gripping onto the thick of his biceps trail down to the front of his pants, fiddling with his belt. 

But his own hand quickly grabs your wrist the second you attempt to undo his belt.

Startled, Joel breaks the kiss, panting roughly while his gaze settles onto your flushed face. “We shouldn’t.” Joel mumbles, shaking his head just a little. Trying to talk the both of you out of doing something that could potentially ruin a lot of things. Kissing could be excused but anything else after was not so easily explained or forgiven. “I shouldn’t. You shouldn’t…not with an old man like me.” Joel counters through clenched teeth. 

“Joel,” You softly utter his name like a prayer. “I want you so fucking bad right now, I don’t care. And I know it’s not just me.”

“This is a bad idea…” Joel groans as he stares down at you; his composure slowly coming undone once again as his grip around your wrist is slowly loosening up.

Funny how you had told yourself that exact same thing too. But now you really didn’t care; no obstacle could get in your way when your cunt was throbbing his name. “Slow and steady…” You whisper his earlier words back to him. “You lead, remember? I’ll do what you say Joel…” 

Joel hesitates, clearly battling his inner thoughts. He could have you, right then and there– in all his desperation, need, and desire pent up for you. But he was your dad’s friend and if he ever found out…it would end far too many good relationships. 

“Just…a little more.” Joel finally huffs, crumbling like sand as his lips return back to yours in a last-ditch effort to calm all of his worrying thoughts. And it helps when you melt right back into the kiss.

Your fingers return to fidgeting with his belt buckle, trying to strip him as quickly as you possibly could just in case he changed his mind. Your hips moving faster, grinding heavier against his thigh. His name tastes sweet as it rolls off your tongue as you manage to undo that damned buckle. Your fingers work wonder’s undoing the rest of his jeans. Fingers flicking the button open and the zipper comes down with just a small tug of his jeans. But your fingers don’t stop in the slightest as they seek out what you’re really after. 

Joel helps ever so slightly, shimming his jeans down to his thighs, giving you the room to shove his underwear down and finally set him free. 

You immediately wrap a hand around his hardened shaft. Fingers brushing up along to the very tip and you tremble at how wet he is. Leaking across the flat of your thumb with just a single touch. 

Joel deeply groans, breaking the kiss again and glancing down to watch your hand stroke him. Cursing himself inside his mind for being so pathetic and hard with just a little bit of touching and a few kisses— acting as if he was a fresh twenty year old about to get laid for the first time, all over again. 

“Just a little…” Joel whispers, mostly to himself, continuing to try and convince himself that it was all going to be alright if it was just a little at a time. 

Your hand continues to sweep across the entire curve of his throbbing cock, squirming a little under his watchful gaze. 

“Joel,” You whine his name, grinding harshly into his thigh again. You were soaking now; smearing across his jeans, leaving behind a desperate trail of need. 

“S’alright baby, I gotcha,” Joel responds softly, picking up your needy little tone. His fingers slip from beneath your dress, just to grab the hem of the fabric, yanking the skirt up high. You scramble with your free hand to grab your dress, keeping it up high for him so his own fingers can work on pleasing you. 

Thick digits slide down against the seam of your soaked panties and above the pleasure ringing in your ears, you can hear Joel chuckle at your apparent neediness. 

“Fuckin’ soaked baby,” Joel hums, swiping his fingers against your core once more. “This wet for an old man like me?” He adds before he yanks your underwear to the side. 

Calloused fingers travel through your slick folds, his fingers circling around the sensitive nub. Joel chuckles again at the whine that you try to hold back before he’s pressing a thick digit inside your velvet walls. 

You gasp his name, quick and harsh as he begins to thrust into the slickness of your cunt. Your hand moves faster along his shaft, trying to keep up with his pace as he fingers you. Your legs open just a little wider on instinct, allowing him more space between.

His fingers plummet into the seam of your cunt, rapid and a little sloppy but it gets the job done more than effectively. The lewd noises echoing inside the room from the slick of his fingers pumping in and out of you, normally would leave you an embarrassed mess but with a single curl of his finger, those thoughts immediately are swept away. 

His pace quickens and before you have time to react, he’s adding a second finger into the depths of your pussy; stretching you out, guiding you to a close, burning ledge. 

“Shit, Joel!” You sob, open mouth, tears flicking to the corners of your eyes. Your hand stutters but Joel doesn’t mind, his hips thrust forward, grinding the full weight of himself into your grasp.

Even in your haze you manage to shift your hand to point him directly where his fingers disappear inside your seam. “Want you right here, Joel, please. Please, I need it.” You cry, nudging the tip of his cock into your clit. 

Joel growls, deep from within his chest, like a wild animal claiming its prey. His hips stutter just a little, pressing heavier into your clit. But he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. 

“No. No, that’s…off limits,” He groans even as he continues to nudge his head into your cunt. 

“Joel,” You whine but Joel shakes his head, curling his fingers inside to send a strike of lightning along your spine. 

“No. Not this time baby,” Joel coos in a soft, luring voice. Trying to tell himself more than he was warning you.

“Just, ah, the tip then please, please.” You whine, clenching around his fingers still stuffing inside your core. “Please. Just wanna feel you, just enough.” You pathetically beg. His fingers weren’t enough, even just a little bit of his thick head pressing inside you would solve all your problems. 

It’s Joel’s turn to softly whimper after you speak. “The tip,” He repeats, tasting your words on his tongue. “Just the tip.” He says again, finally deciding that just a little bit more was enough. His thick fingers slip out from your inner walls and you feel empty without him. As if your body had been made to fit just him and him alone; and with how fast your head was spinning, you didn’t doubt it for a second. 

You nod frantically as he accepts just using the tip of his head. You grab hold of his shoulder and squeeze it tight, preparing for what comes next. 

Joel takes his hand covered in your slick and wraps it around the base of his shaft. His fingers tangle and nudge against yours; and together you move over his entire cock, coating all of him in the remaining wetness on his fingers. 

He takes a smaller step into you, close enough to smother you entirely. He slots himself right into the slit of your cunt, dragging every inch of his shaft through your soaking wet folds. 

You shiver as he drags himself against you, gripping his shoulder just a little tighter as a mind numbing wave of pleasure races through you. You angle your head ever so slightly to kiss up along his neck, panting against his skin with every kiss you try to place. 

“Fuck…you’re droolin’ all over me sweetheart.” Joel groans, thrusting his hips forward again. He stares where the two of you connect, pupils blown and mouth slightly agape as he watches with awe how he disappears between you. The hand not guiding his cock against you hooks around the crook of your knee, bringing your hips into his. Joel opens your legs and in one fell swoop he slips inside your sloppy seam; and as promised, just the tip. 

When he presses the tip finally inside of you, it knocks the breath out of your lungs. You gasp for air, digging your nails into the thick of his shoulder. His name bubbles up into your throat but it never leaves your lips. Your thighs tremble just as much as your bottom lip does with his entrance into your aching cunt. 

Joel’s grip on your knee is sure to leave bruises but god if he asked, you’d tattoo them on your body. To remind him, and only him, that you belonged to him. 

His entire body shakes as he forces himself to remain totally still. He grunts through clenched teeth as he wills himself not to move further inside you; no matter how badly he wants to slam his hips forward with the way you suck so eagerly on just his tip— he refuses to do so. And it takes every ounce of his willpower not to thrust forward.

“Fuck,” Joel growls under his breath. “‘S tight. You’re so tight, baby.” He adds with a slight whimper to his voice, eyes still heavily staring where the two of you connect. Hips sliding back, dragging the length of his cock out, before digging forward again.

You don’t answer, can’t answer; all you can think of is how fucking good he’s making you feel, even with just the tip.

When he finally sets a good pace, his thrusts are sharp but shallow and not near enough to truly satisfy every inch of your needy core but you’ll take it…until next time. Next time, he’s fucking you into the goddamn mattress until you pass out. 

You try your best to move your hips in sync with his shallow thrusts but Joel quickly shuts that down with his hand moving to grip your hip. When you manage to look up at him, he just weakly shakes his head a little. 

“No.” He mutters, sweat dripping off the high of his eyebrow. “If you move like that I’ll want more than this…” He admits with a flutter to his eyes. 

You groan but nod nonetheless. “Next time.” You huff with a hoarse voice. 

Joel chuckles a little and nods right back at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Next time.” He mimics before returning to dig into your core. Your dress bunches under his grasp and he uses it just a little bit to keep himself grounded and you from moving. 

Your body is raging like a storm beneath your skin with how quick your orgasm is rising to greet you. And you’re almost sure if he fully pressed his cock into every inch of your sensitive pussy right then and there, you’d make the worst mess. You’d soak your dress and every inch of his jeans and boots. And while you want him so badly all the way, deep inside, kissing your womb– you’re a little thankful he wasn’t. Didn’t want to embarrass yourself too badly, this time anyway. 

“Joel,” You utter, stars blossoming across your vision with your impending orgasm burning inside your lower tummy. 

“Shh, I know darlin’.” Joel hums back. He doesn’t have to say anything about his own orgasm with the way his cockhead is beginning to swell inside of you. 

For a split second you almost want to beg him to cum inside, wanting to feel him warm and deep inside every inch of your trembling walls but you could already guess what the answer to that was going to be, so you keep your lips sealed. 

Your mind turns fuzzy as his shallow thrust turns chaotic and ruthless, stretching you with every drag. Your knees feel like they’re about to buckle and break but his strong hands hold you up anyway. He wanted you to finish, wanted to feel you clench and flutter around his tip while he considered turning you around, bending you over and really getting the chance to stretch you out. 

“Baby girl,” Joel drawls, low and slow, pressing kiss after kiss into the crown of your head. His chest rises and falls with every rapid breath he sucks between his teeth. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy…not gonna last. Want you to come for darlin’, all over my cock, can you do that baby?” 

He doesn’t even have to ask twice. You can no longer find your voice to form any other word besides “please” as the heat of your womb blossoms. The warmth explodes through every inch of your body. Your back arches with your orgasm, hips stuttering and if it wasn’t for Joel’s big hand on your hip, you might have swallowed him entirely by accident. Your chest presses directly up into his and you can taste the tip of his name coating your tongue as you come all across his cockhead. 

He waits until you’re entirely spent before he allows himself to come as well. He lets go of your hip, grabbing the thick of his base once more, and drags himself out of your tight cunt at the last second before he smears his mark across you.

White, hot spurts of cum splash against your cunt with every stroke of his hand. With a deep groan, he presses his tip into your clit, leaving his mark right up against the curve of your pussy. His hand quickly moves along his entire shaft, pushing out every last drop of his cum into the slit of your quivering pussy. Your name is whispered so softly in time with every jerk of his hand, it leaves you lightheaded and whimpering for Joel.

When he’s finished, his own damn head is spinning. He’s out of breath, staring at the mess he’s made with half lidded eyes. He swipes his thumb through the stain he’s made, chuckling quietly at how much sticks to your skin. 

“Damn sweetheart,” Joel hums in approval, shivering at the sight of you covered in his mark. “You got so much outta me darlin’, like I’m fuckin’ in my twenties again.” 

You’re slowly coming down from your high when he speaks but his words make you laugh alongside him. You were no better than he was; that was one of the best orgasms you’d ever had in your life. The pleasure still pounding inside your ears like a second heartbeat. 

“Yeah? Imagine what it’ll be like next time.” You whisper, letting your full body weight fall back onto the kitchen counter he had previously backed you up into.  

Joel quiets then, letting silence stretch between the two of you like a dry, humid summer. You can’t read his gaze and with the silence accompanying him, you’re not sure you want to read it anyway. But it’s gone quickly and he returns to that softness you’ve seen all day long. 

“Next time?” Joel hums, threading his fingers through your sticky cunt. “Next time, you’re not even gonna be able to fuckin’ walk, sweetheart.”

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