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The Wolf You Feed (ongoing series)
Explicit 18+ | 46k+ Word Count 🔥 💔
Set in fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter.
Get Your Fix
Explicit 18+ | 1.9k Word Count 🔥
Joel Miller is all business but when you show up on his doorstep unexpected how can he say no? QZ!Joel
Just to Pass the Time
Explicit 18+ | 850 Word Count 🔥
Dancing the night away, Joel Miller has his sights on you. Jackson!Joel
Don't Make Me Ask Again
Explicit 18+ | 2.2k Word Count 🔥
Teasing your dad’s friend has its consequences. (A filthy PWP for your merriment)
The Warden
Explicit 18+ | 3.8k Word Count 🔥 🖤
Your hike into the woods doesn’t go as planned when a depraved Game Warden catches you breaking the rules. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
See How She Rides
Explicit 18+ | 4.4k Word Count 🔥
BoatMechanic!Joel Miller is just doing his job when you show up unannounced to soak up some summer sun.
Relax, Miller.
Explicit 18+ | 1k Word Count 🔥
QZ!Joel Miller In the Boston Quarantine Zone, you and Joel both find a way to get what you want.
The Golden Hour
Explicit 18+ | 2.1k Word Count 🔥
On a crisp, autumn morning in the Boston QZ, you wake up in Joel Miller's bed and indulge each other during the golden hour.
Legion (ongoing series)
Explicit 18+ | 14k+ Word Count 🔥 💔 🖤
Caesar’s Legion is invading the Mojave Wasteland. After your unfortunate run in with their horrific atrocities, a high ranking legionary spares you for one sole purpose. Dark!Acacius & Fallout Crossover
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Joel Miller
Lead me not into temptation | part 23 @tateypots
Closer @time-for-my-weekly-spanking (Tess x reader x Joel)
Trying to control her attraction to you was one of the hardest things Tess had ever done. But she'd succeeded. Until you made it clear how much you wanted to get closer to her. For Joel, falling into this scenario was just the natural closing of the circle
Endorphins @baronessvonglitter
The hot personal trainer in your neighborhood gives you a one-on-one session
Marking @mcthsman
Your boyfriend catches everyone’s eyes. Joel, for the most part, doesn’t seem to notice but you know better: They want him just as much as you do, and you need to figure out a way to keep people away
Love on the brain @time-for-my-weekly-spanking
As a storm rages over Jackson, you finally confront the man who saved you. And who has chosen to ignore you, even though you're forced to live in the same house. You’re pretty much convinced he hates you. And like a flash of lightning that tears through the sky and lights up the night, the truth finally dawns before your eyes. And maybe it's not what you expected…
Give me another @shadowqueen2024
After a few days of Joel working late with patrols, watch duty or contacting duties for Jackson's safety, comes with the price of not being able to spend as much time with you as he'd like. Since today is his day off, the two of you spent it being lazy, staying at home, ending with the perfect nighttime routine you had missed
Gifted kid burnout @hanahleah
After weeks of working overtime, between looming deadlines and a dreaded annual performance review something just had to give. The AC gave out first. You weren’t far behind
Baby mine | part 1 | part 2 @tateypots
After losing Ellie to the fireflies Joel has lost his purpose. He finds a new one when he meets you.
Aka, Joel is obsessed with you being pregnant, whether you want to be or not.
Homecoming @magpiepills
Coach Joel has to deal with cheerleader reader at the homecoming dance!
You should feel lucky | part 8 | part 9 | Joel can't get it up @ess-evo
He wants you, and he is going to find you
Piece of you @aurorawritestoescape
There’s a rule in Joel’s house — you give him a hard-on, you deal with it!
The wolf you feed | part 8 @arcane-fox
Set in fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter
Joel Dealing with His Girlfriend (pre-wifey): Milestone @pedge-page
Clint Flood
Obligations of love @ess-evo
Clint is the man of your dreams. You're planning a wedding; every day with him is filled with love and affection, so then why do you have a knot in your stomach every time he leaves home?
Marcus Pike
Restoration @peepawmiller
Marcus is a workaholic, and you're not sure your marriage is strong enough to handle the strain
Javier Peña
Headcanons @cowgirlscrubs
Until the end of time @cozymochaa
You and Javier have the house to yourselves this weekend
Din Djarin
Eyes drabble @sawymredfox
Pero Tovar
Magnolia blooms with you | Act II @kokoluwie
Deciding to stay at The Great Wall of China might just be the best decision Pero Tovar has ever made. Peace after annihilating the Tao Tei? Maybe. In love with a comrade? Absolutely. Retirement plan? Secured
Dave York
Video vixen @baronessvonglitter
You're Dave's favorite camgirl and his ultimate fantasy. Could he ever see you as anything else?
Frankie Morales
When I think about you, I touch myself @aurorawritestoescape
Your older brother Santi has always been against you dating his hot best friend, Frankie Morales, so when the cockblocker leaves town for a week, you work out a daring plan to seduce the man of your wet dreams
The small things of a whole | part 3 | part 4 @sawymredfox (Frankie x Ben Miller)
A gentle morning coaxes a meaningful conversation and a revelation
Oh baby @aurorawritestoescape
Frankie finds your panties in his pocket and his mind starts wandering
My writing
Somewhere only we know (Javi p x reader)
It’s a story about two people who are very dear to each other, but too scared to turn their friendship into something else. They search for each other in other people and places until fate brings them back together at the right time
Joel Miller x Female Reader
Part 8/? | Explicit | 9.6k WC | Series Masterlist | Read it on AO3
Chapter Warnings: This chapter is very smut indulgent! Skip warnings to avoid spoilers. Explicit Smut. Angst. Unprotected PinV Sex, Oral Sex Male Receiving, Oral Sex Female Receiving, Fingering, Squirting, Explicit Cum talk, Cum eating, Cream pies, Family Drama, Avoidance, Fated Lovers, Lying and Deception, Hot Tub Sex, Romantic getaway, Horny AF, Dom Joel, Sub Joel, Cock Riding, Age Difference, Light Daddy!kink mention, Joel is romantic here (mostly), Saying the thing, Reckoning incoming. Major cliffhanger ending I am so sorry.
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. This chapter not beta'd so apologies for any mistakes. My inbox is always open. Please feel free to harass me to me write because sometimes I really need the peer pressure. Thank you all so much for sticking with my story, it means the world. I am hoping to wrap this up in the next chapter + an epilogue. I will write more if I thinks its necessary but that is the current plan.
The following week was a blur and before you knew it, you were packing an overnight bag to an unknown place. Truthfully, it didn’t matter where you were going, but getting away with him was all you cared about.
The plan was to leave after your Friday shift and come back on Sunday and you could hardly contain yourself at work.
The getaway was all you could think about. Joel had a busy week cleaning up after the wake of the storm with house repairs. He was working overtime to finish up jobs so he could take the time off. His home was mostly dark at night and other than a check-in or goodnight text you had mostly been doing your own thing.
Your mother had been calling you incessantly all week, fussing over the power outage and complaining about how stressful it was for her to be worrying. You assured her nothing happened to the house, and once the power was back Joel came over to make sure everything was ok. It was exhausting. She was exhausting.
She made sure to also remind you, repeatedly, that this arrangement had an expiration date. If staying at the vacation home for the winter was going to be this much hassle you never would have agreed to it in the first place.
You had been trying to ignore the looming problem. It was already March, and you were down to the last few weeks before you would have to move out or find some other arrangement. In the back of your mind you always knew you would be returning to city life.
The problem was you failed to account for falling in love with the neighbor.
You had been so preoccupied with your current situation that the reality of the next steps had been blissfully ignored. Now the deadline was approaching and you had no plan other than resuming life how it was before. The original plan that seemed perfectly acceptable initially.
It was more than just moving, again. It was uprooting a life you were starting to get adjusted to. For the first time, you had a reason to stay. One giant, Joel sized reason.
It was easier to just pretend it would all last forever. In reality, the weight of it all was suffocating. Moving back to Boston, back to your old life. Your former roommates had texted you the week before, asking if you wanted the room again. You didn’t have an answer. You would still be able to visit Joel often enough with a few hours of driving, but it wasn’t going to be the same. Would it even work? Would he even be interested in that? What other option did you have? This wasn’t a sustainable future and the options all sucked.
No, it was easier to just focus on the present. Focus on whatever the weekend had in store for you. You would talk to Joel about it, but not now. Not until you made up your mind because if he knew, he would never let you make that choice to leave.
Not without convincing you to stay.
You were distracted at work and Marlene was quick to notice.
It was eating at you every day to be lying to her about Joel. Every day you worried you would slip up and at times you suspected she already knew but you were too afraid to bring it up. Avoidance was the only option.
By Friday, she confirmed your suspicions when she invited you out for drinks later. Your words fumbled badly as they fell out of your mouth in a mess of excuses and awkwardness. Explaining vaguely that you were not free to do that on Saturday, either.
She knew.
“Marlene…” you pleaded.
“Don’t. You promised you were done with him and I trusted that you were being sincere.” She was right, and it had been eating at you.
“I can’t keep covering for you. I won’t.” Her tone was sharp. “Tess will literally end you when she finds out, you know that, right?” she threatened.
“I know. I know.” Your words trailed off. You did know a reckoning was coming sooner or later. Truthfully, you were hoping that maybe you could dodge this entirely by simply running out the clock.
“And you lied to me.”
Marlene’s disappointment in you felt awful. You knew she always had your best interest and always told you like it was. Lying to her the past few weeks had been taking its toll on you.
When you weren’t thinking about Joel Miller you were thinking about what comes next. What comes next for you. No matter how you looked at it, your future didn’t have you working as a barista with a clandestine affair under the nose of the ex. It never was the long term plan anyways, just a direction to take your life over the winter and keep things simple and easy.
“Please, Marlene?” you pleaded.
Marlene stared at you with a blank expression, unconvinced. “Maybe you and Joel are perfect for each other after all.”
Even though it was a dig, she was right. You had never been one to lie or sneak around, but somehow it was becoming a necessary means to an end. Necessary to protect whatever you had with Joel for the time being, whether or not it was appropriate.
“This is the last time,” she conceded.
In your excitement you gave her a hug and thanked her over and over again.
The drive alone was a welcome start, spending several hours with Joel in his truck. Rounding the winding roads, listening to music, chatting about nonsense. Getting lost in the middle of nowhere on backroads to an unknown destination. Soaking in his lingering touch when his hand rested on your thigh. Breathing in his cologne and admiring how put together he was. Hair freshly washed and slicked back. His silver streaks catching the last of the sunlight. Handsome wasn’t enough to encompass him. It wasn’t just how he looked, but it was who he was. Competent. Capable. Manly. Everything about it combined to create the person you were downright infatuated with.
Every moment spent with Joel was achingly perfect.
As the trees cleared and the mountain came into view, the breathtaking sight made you light up. It was a ski resort, sprawling with life and hidden away in the northern woods of New England. The destination was nothing short of beautiful. Nestled away at the bottom of the mountain, you knew it would be perfect.
“We’re not here to ski.” Joel said sternly, with a smug look.
“What? You aren’t moonlighting as a professional skier?” you teased.
“Very funny.”
“Have you even skied before?” you asked even though you knew he wasn’t the type.
“Hell no, I’d break my damn neck.”
You shared a laugh together and basked in the lightness of the air. A freedom where you could just exist together was all you wanted.
He drove past the main lodge and continued down the road, climbing the mountain a little bit until you finally reached a much more quaint building. More private and secluded but still very much a public resort.
“Did some work here for the owner, and he comp’d me a couple nights stay. Thought it might be a nice place to spend the weekend.”
“Joel, it’s perfect.”
And it was perfect. There was an onsite restaurant, a killer view of the mountain and plenty of places to explore. There were only a few people walking around, many bundled up skiers clearly using the resort for its intended purpose. A place to rest and relax between runs on the trails and do it all over again the next day.
You liked the idea of being there with Joel when you both had no business. It felt like you were imposters, in a fun way. Pretending to be there for the slopes but you were just there to fuck and enjoy each other.
Then the mood killer struck as the buzzing of your iphone was deafening. Your mother—again. You rolled your eyes and Joel prodded to know what was wrong. You didn’t give him all the details, just enough. It wasn’t the sort of talk you wanted to cloud your time together.
“My mom won’t stop calling me and is driving me crazy. I’m just gonna leave my phone in the truck.” You ignored her call, turned your phone off and dropped it into the center console. “No distractions. Not this weekend.”
“Sounds good to me.” he said as he dumped his phone in the console too. “Just you and me, baby.”
You walked over to the check-in counter, marveling at how gorgeous the space was. All wood and spacious ceilings. Comfortable chairs surrounded the fireplace in the main meeting area. Towering windows spanning the entire northside and overlooking the trails. Tiny figures traversing downhill in the distance.
The receptionist confirmed your room number and reminded you that you had dinner reservations that night, in an hour to be exact. Joel had apparently planned the whole weekend, much to your surprise.
Your room was perfect, too. It opened with an old fashioned metal key and had an equally stunning view facing the mountain. It reminded you of Joel’s cabin but was much brighter. The room was rather large with a king sized bed, a sofa and a fake fireplace giving off a realistic cabin ambiance. It was a little cheesy but nevertheless cozy and exactly what you needed.
You tossed your bag and stood in front of the window, enamored with all the beauty.
“We can stay in here all weekend if ya’ want.” His arms wrapped around you from the back and he kissed your neck with a hungry nip. His prickly beard scraped across your skin as he got more intense. You could feel his cock start to stiffen as he pressed into you. You tilted your head back so he could ravage you easily. His hand curled around your breast while the other crept into your waist band. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans as he nestled up behind you.
And god did you want to continue.
“We’re going to be late for dinner,” you warned, moving your head playfully to dodge his mouth.
“Got all I need right here.”
You could stay in that moment forever.
Reluctantly, you pulled away from him.
“I still need to shower and get ready.”
He spun you around and stared with the most needy eyes. You wanted to give him everything he desired and lord knows you wanted it too. There was something about the neediness that heightened it all, and you wanted to make him practice patience.
He was too fun to tease when he was horny and you couldn’t resist. Yeah, you had plenty of time to get something going, but it was more fun to make him wait a little longer and make him work for it.
“After dinner,” you held firm. Difficult as it was with his pleading eyes. “I’ll make it worth your while.” you added, sweetening the rejection.
“Ok, sweetheart.” Joel reluctantly let his hand drag off your body as you stepped away. His lingering touch leaving behind a wake of electricity.
He had told you to pack comfortable clothes, something dressy and to pack a bathing suit. You had a deep burgundy cocktail dress that you finally had a chance to wear around Joel and spent the better part of the hour fixing yourself up.
When you left the bathroom, he was sitting on the couch, wearing a pair of gray slacks and a black button up shirt. Simple but it fit his broad shoulders and slutty waist with finesse. It was the first time you saw him in dress shoes and not a pair of work boots. He looked so painfully handsome and if his hands were on you now you would not be able to resist.
His mouth was on the floor as you walked towards him. You did a little twirl, showing off the cutout exposing most of your back. The dress was long sleeved with a sheer and delicate fabric over your arms and shoulders. It was longer, with a slit on one side going all the way up to your thigh. The velvety fabric hugged you perfectly in every spot, accenting your breasts but concealing them too. This dress was all about your frame, and you knew it would drive Joel wild.
You dressed it up with some sheer fishnets and a pair of black heeled boots. Your hair was tied back into a loose bun and decorated with a hairpin. A few loose strands framed your face. Your makeup on point. Minimal but done up with intent. You looked elegant. Sultry. But most of all, you looked like a temptress, ready to lure Joel to his demise by lust. He fell for your spell effortlessly.
It felt good being able to dress up for Joel. Having a reason to go someplace together beyond his truck or one of your four walls. It felt damn good.
He rose to his feet, too stunned for words. You reached for his hand and he pulled you into him. He suavely maneuvered his hand around your hip and whispered into your ear. Slow and threatening. Thick with his Texas accent shining though when he spoke low.
“Gonna’ fuck you stupid when we get back. Teasing me with that damn dress…” His words made you wet and you smiled, deviously.
You certainly were counting on it.
Dinner was wonderful. Your table was private and romantic. Candlelit. Dim lighting. Cabernet for you and whiskey neat for him. It was like a scene out of a movie.
You sat across from him and just out of reach, forcing him to be on his best behavior. His hungry stares made you press your legs together tightly in an attempt to quell the aching for his touch.
It was such a treat to be with him all dressed up. Normally your time spent together was after work or between plowing and shoveling when he was less put together. You absolutely loved his rugged, blue collar lifestyle and wouldn’t ever want him to change. Seeing another side of Joel was exciting and a reminder how much you still had to learn about him. You were at that point in your relationship where getting to know each other so far beyond the everyday normalcy felt indulgent.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” he complimented and then took a bite from his steak. You held back a shy smirk.
As delicious as the food was, all you could think about was tasting Joel later. By the way he was eyeing you back, it appeared he had the same idea.
Between flirting, teasing and occasionally eating and drinking it was the perfect first date with Joel Miller. Nobody knew you there so there was no risk of someone recognizing either one of you and gossiping around town. It was so freeing to just exist together without hiding.
The server interrupted you, and not a moment too soon as your horny energy was escalating to a dangerous level.
“Dessert tonight?”
“No.” you both replied at the same time and shared a laugh. Both eager to get back to your room before your hunger started getting obscene.
The waitress brought your check and you were out of there.
You were hardly through the door before your mouths were devouring each other. You kicked off your heels and he pinned you against the back of the door, grinding into you. Feeling his hard cock desperate for some relief, you pushed him back, creating some space between you.
You dropped to your knees as he undid his belt.
Nobody made you cock hungry like Joel Miller. He turned you into a starving animal. A hungry wolf desperate to feed.
He let out a groan as his cock impatiently slotted into your mouth. Your glossy lips wrapped around him as he thrust gently, using your mouth like a whore. He held his hand outright to lean into the door for support and the other hooked around your head as you licked at his slit.
Everything about his cock made you rabid. Obsessed with how it felt as it slid over your tongue. How it tasted. How the musky scent mixed with his manly cologne made you feral. You needed him inside you right that moment. Needed to taste him.
Your fingers dug into the back of his legs as you pulled yourself onto him further. You heard his hand against the door curl into a fist as he leaned more on his forearm. He was trying to keep it together, but you were draining his life force out of him through his cock. Lapping up the pearly bead of precome that you ushered out of him and savoring his flavor.
He was so girthy. You wrapped your tongue around him as you sucked on him tenderly, taking in only a little of his length at a time. When he nudged into the back of your throat he started to pull out of you entirely.
“Wait, baby.” he pulled you off gently and held your chin to look up at him. You still had the head of his cock in your mouth.
Your pouty lips made him twitch as you slowly let off him, not fully releasing him. Not wanting to let go.
“You’re gonna make me come too damn fast taking my cock like that.” He winced as he pushed off the door and gripped onto his cock, withholding it from you entirely as it popped out of your mouth.
“I ain’t young like I used to be,” he conceded. “And I’ve been waiting all week to fuck that pretty pussy.” His words came out in a low growl.
His hand dragged off your chin and to the back of your head and tangled in your hair as he urged you to stand back up. His grip was firm and wanton as he nudged you to your feet.
You were both a hot mess, eager to make each other come.
Joel picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried you over to the bed. Devouring each other's mouths.
He gently laid you onto your back and crawled over you. His breath was hot and desperate while you made out and tore each other's clothes off.
He tried not to rip your dress as he pulled it over your head, but gave little care when it came to your tights. Frustrated, he ripped them in a frenzied attempt to get them off of you. Cursing at their cruel attempt to keep you from him.
You gasped at how rough he was tearing through your stockings. He was desperate to get into you. You were down to just your lacey black lingerie. He took more care with that, but still moved with an urgency to have you bare before him.
He sat up and finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it onto the pile of clothes growing on the floor.
He pushed your legs back and spread them open wide enough to get in the middle. His fingers dragged over your hole and he curled one of them into you. Your wetness let him ease in with little resistance. He added another, the pressure from the stretch made you moan. He hooked his thumb on your clit, rubbing it gently while he thrust his fingers in and out of you.
Your hips writhed with each plunge deeper and you couldn’t stop your body from trying to grind up on him.
Your hands reached between your bodies and latched onto his swollen hardness. The plump head of his cock eagerly leaked. Your delicate fingers glided his precome down his shaft. He was already about to burst and babbling incoherent moans as you stroked him. You wanted him inside you, filling you to the brim in a way that only Joel could.
He spread you open with his fingers and lined up at your entrance, nudging his head against your clit and dragging it to your hole in a slow agony. Teasing as he alternated back and forth.
You bucked up into him, feeling your clit pulse as he dragged his tip across it. You reached for his forearm, begging him to guide his cock inside you.
“Need me so bad, don’t you?” he taunted. “Gonna make you work for it baby.”
With that, he dragged the head of his cock back to your clit, again and again. Pressing harder each time, sending electricity to your sensitive bundle of nerves with each pass. He pushed into you, the slit of his cock gliding over your clit, building more and more pressure as it hitched against you.
“Fuck, Joel. Fuck.” you babbled, digging your nails into his forearm now as he continued to rub the head into you. Leaking beads of precome. Making your clit glisten in his arousal as you arched your back.
Now he was the one teasing you. Edging you more and more with each pass of his plump head grazing your most sensitive part. Hitching on you the rougher he got. His other hand was spread wide and pushed on your belly to hold you firmly against the mattress so you couldn’t move anymore. Couldn’t get the friction you needed to ease your aching.
In the dim light from the fireplace you saw his wicked grin. He was determined to outlast you. A subtle and devious smile as he had you writhing under him. Begging him for some relief with your moans. Spasming on his cockhead while he built you up higher and higher.
The relentless pressure on you was mounting until you couldn’t hold back any more. Something intense was building inside you. An unusual sensation that was raw and explosive. You cried out as you felt the tightly wound coil in your belly snapped and unleashed a flood. An embarrassing amount of wetness soaked his cock with your release.
Oh God.
You squirted. The first time he or anyone had made you squirt.
Joel was delighted. Instantly knowing from your reaction that this was unexpected. So much so that he couldn’t resist tasting you. He grunted as he swiftly shifted between your legs and dropped his head down between your thighs.
He spread you wide open with his thumbs as he dragged the flat of his tongue along your seam and up to your clit.
“This all for me, b–?” he asked as he muffled his words with your cunt, devouring it. Feral and impatient.
He could still feel you spasming, granting you some mercy when he gently let up after getting full off your nectar. Letting you catch your breath for just a moment while your hands tangled in his hair and he lapped up the final remnants of your spend.
You were absolutely fucked out of your mind. Desperately trying to calm yourself but everything Joel was doing was overstimulating.
Now he was about to come undone, waiting as long as he could before moving on to his needs. It was a miracle he had not come yet. He was bound and determined to make this night last without chancing the reliability of his refractory period.
Shifting his body, Joel crawled up over you and kissed you deep and passionately. Taking away the faint breath you had left. Forcing you to taste yourself on his mouth. You could feel his damp beard glide across your skin.
You felt his cock poking into your thigh. He was painfully hard. You spread your legs, inviting him back. Weaker now, but still just as desperate to have him inside you.
He fucked you slow. Deep. Never breaking eye contact as he stuffed himself further into you. Your mouth gaped open and he pressed his thumb between your lips, resting it on your tongue in a sensual gesture.
You wanted him everywhere but feeling him pulsing inside your cunt was intoxicating. His girth stretched you open with little restraint from your willing loins.
He shifted his leg, urging you to open wider for him as he thrust deeper. His pace was agonizingly slow and you felt your bodies melt into one another with each passing moment.
“Joel..” you whined. You were already succumbing to the pleasure building.
“Not yet.” He kept his pace slow and pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth. “You can hold on a little longer.”
No, really you could not, you wanted to scream. Joel enjoyed making you be patient, pushing your limits until you were nothing but putty in his hands.
For Joel, he was really just one thrust away from blowing his load and he wanted to savor this for as long as possible. The way each pass of his cock felt better than the last. The way you squeezed him, and begged him to push in deeper. The way your body accepted him, like it was made for him and him alone.
Your legs were like a vice on his hips, using every ounce of strength you had left to just hang on. His thumb slowly left your wanting mouth. He grabbed your hips and signalled it was finally time, using the leverage to push inside you as he burst.
He came deep inside you with a grunt and panting with each thrust. His cum overfilling you impossibly, like he had been saving it all to give to you. Feeling his heat spill inside was euphoric and you just wanted more and more and more as you clenched around him.
As your orgasm cumulated with his you were certain there was no better feeling on earth. You were so full at that moment. Full of his cock. Full of his cum. Full of his devotion to you. A closeness you were certain you would never be able to feel with another person.
He pulled out of you slowly, both of you tender and fucked out having waited too long for this shared moment. It was worth it. It always was worth it with Joel.
His pent up seed was abundant and messy and dripping out of you. You closed your legs, pressing them tight to keep as much of him inside you. Mourning every leaking drop. Shameless about how badly you needed him.
Lazilly, he groaned as he collapsed beside you and let out a sigh of relief as his breath started to slow. He curled up into you, curving against your spine and holding you proudly while time brought your breathing back to normal.
Laying in his arms, he was littering your neck and shoulder with affection. He kissed up toward your ear, taking your ear lobe sensually in his mouth and nuzzled you with his nose.
“I love you.” he whispered into your ear, raspy and low. He pressed another kiss to the crook of your neck while a fresh adrenaline pulsed through your body.
What did he just say…
You rolled over to face him and his arm guided you to him, curving over your sides in a comforting way. His words were intentional. Not a slip up. Not said in a moment of weakness.
“Joel…”
“Y’don’t have to say anything–” he quickly offered, realizing you might not be at that same point. Before he could let that doubt grow any bigger you cut him off.
“I love you too.”
It felt so freeing to say that out loud, and have it be reciprocated.
Joel brushed his hand over your cheek and pushed your hair back behind your ear, looking deeply into your eyes with relief. He planted a kiss on your forehead and held you closely into his chest.
You smiled into him and never wanted to let him go.
Saturday morning was filled with morning sex and room service.
The sun was bright and welcoming, begging you to explore beyond your four walls. Enticing you with its warmth. You let it into your room to kiss your skin through the windowpanes, but rejected its invitation to leave your bed. Not yet.
After revealing your deepest affinity for each other the night before, it painted everything in a new light. The mood shifted entirely to something new but also eerily familiar. Familiar because whatever you had with Joel didn’t need to be said out loud. It made it real, though. Binding you together in a way that meant your future would certainly be intertwined. A complication, but not one that was unwanted. Not something you were ready to darken the mood with talking about yet.
You sat in bed together, the sheets draping messily over your naked bodies. Talking. Touching. Laughing. Fucking. A never ending morning of intimacy and unity. No urgency to do anything more than relish in each other as if time had paused and this was all that was left.
Eventually, you did have to nourish your bodies with more than each other.
Caffeine, obviously, was a necessity.
Joel begrudgingly answered the door to receive the coffee and pastries you had ordered and was certain the smell of sex was clinging to him like a cheap cologne. It didn’t leave much to the imagination as the room attendant handed off the order and gave a forced smile. Joel handed him a $5 bill with a silent apology for being so indecent to anyone that wasn’t you.
His tousled hair and bare, broad chest was too much to process as he walked back to the bed with his tray of breakfast. You wanted to pull him down and devour him again and again. He was effortlessly handsome, and somehow at his messiest still managed to drive you wild.
He handed you your coffee and joined you back in bed with his own cup. The pastries sat untouched while you curled into each other sitting up against the headboard.
Everything about the morning felt different. Good different. Things felt easy and natural. This lazy Saturday morning felt like it was supposed to be this way. It felt right. It filled you with hope that something with Joel could work. It had to.
Joel's hand rested atop the sheet, caressing your thigh tenderly. His big hands, rough and worn from his line of work, still found a softness with you. His touch signaling to you that he could be whatever you needed.
Maybe it was the beauty of the mountain. Maybe it was the adoration you felt from Joel. Everything around you just felt perfect and filled your heart with a genuine gratitude for the moment.
“I bet it’s real pretty up there, at the top of the mountain” you commented as you took a sip from your mug. You had worked up quite the appetite and that first hit of caffeine was sublime.
“You want to find out?” Joel asked, kissing your shoulder blade. “Room came with lift tickets. We could ride up there if ya’ want to.”
“Yeah. I would love that.”
“Alright then. This afternoon,” he said as he reached over you and took your coffee to put safely on the nightstand. “M’not done with you yet…”
The lift ride was terrifyingly lovely. The sun was just started to set, casting long shadows against a pink and orange skyline. You were alone on the chair lift, high in the air and approaching the top of the mountain. It was lightly snowing as you got closer to the top. You were high enough that the cloud cover was constantly spitting snow.
Joel has his arm wrapped behind you, protectively. Holding you tight against him. You could tell he was a little uneasy with legs dangling above the slopes but he played it off tough.
You could hear how quiet the snowfall was. It absorbed all the sounds and made for a peaceful and calming ascent. Silence only broke when a skiier or rider carved through the snow underneath.
It was so peaceful. So perfect. You didn’t have to have a conversation with Joel to enjoy your time together. Just being there with his arm on you was everything. You didn’t have to fill the space with useless chatter.
The lift operator had given you a quick rundown since you didn’t have skis with you, and had to be careful with getting on and off and out of the way. You were almost certain Joel was going to fall as you clung on to each other, laughing as you shuffled out of the way.
He took your hand in his and led you to walk along the open ridge, admiring the beautiful natural world around you and feeling so insignificant and small in comparison. Seeing how the earth curved gently under the sky and it’s lakes reflected all the colors of the sunset. It was breathtaking. Romantic. Joel brought your hand to his lips and gave you a gentle kiss.
“Lets go warm up.” he suggested, feeling how frigid you were through your gloves. Joel still refused to wear a hat and you teased him for his red ears that he insisted were perfectly fine.
At the sumit was a warming lodge and a tavern. It was bustling with life. An acoustic guitar player performing in the corner and providing the perfect background music for a good meal.
You and Joel ordered apps for dinner and sat along the window, facing the most beautiful sunset imaginable. You were on top of the world. Your choices felt so inconsequential in the scale of things. It didn’t matter if you belonged together or not. It mattered little. The sun would still set and the world would turn without blinking an eye.
“Thank you,” you spoke as your eyes were getting watery taking everything in. “For everything.” You turned to face Joel and smiled. He brushed the tear about to fall with his thumb, knowing it was formed from a place of pure content.
“Glad you like it all, sweetheart.” He wasn’t focusing on the sunset or mountain. He was focused on you. In his eyes, you were his whole world and he wasn’t going to let you slip away.
Escaping to the hot tub was the only logical option when you got back to your resort. Frozen from the mountain and ready to unwind for the night. It felt silly going from bundled up in winter gear to stripping down to your swim suits and strolling down the resort hallway half undressed with bare feet and hotel robes.
The hot tub was tucked away outside of the main lodge, and required a brief walk outside on a heated stone path. There was plenty of room for multiple people to fit comfortably but you had it all to yourself.
Seeing Joel in a pair of swim trunks was not something you thought would come to be, but there he was. His red shorts hugged his waist and his happy trail crawling up his body made itself known. He looked out of place, normally donning layer upon layer of flannel and denim. It made you imagine how he dressed when he lived in Texas and had to deal with the heat instead of the bitter cold constantly.
He stepped down into the tub and turned to face you, awestruck.
Your hair was up high in a messy bun. Joel liked that. He enjoyed seeing more of your face and loved tangling his hands in it when you were making out.
You let the plush robe fall from your shoulders to reveal your royal blue bikini. You were not unaware of how nicely it framed your cleavage and how the bottoms dipped dangerously low. It was far from modest.
While he was marveling at how beautiful you were, you were struck by how handsome he was. Greys and all. Your Joel.
The cold air was unpleasant and the moment of ogling each other was short lived. Joel held out his hand to help guide you down as you stepped into the hot tub. Both of you giggling and making borderline orgasmic sounds at how amazing the scalding heat felt on your skin.
You were alone. Just you and Joel under the partly cloudy, night sky in a hot, bubbling tub. Stars and moonlight occasionally peeking out through the dense openings. Snow was falling gently and melting as soon as it reached your bodies. You were in a public space but since the resort was more secluded there was a lot more privacy.
Joel was sat up against one of the jets, letting the force of the water massage his back.
“This is nice,” he rasped as he lowered himself further into the water until his shoulders were almost covered.
He was tight. In tender moments together you could feel how much he relished in your touch on his muscles, rubbing knots out with your thumbs. He did so much physical work and his body was well worn.
He held his hand out towards you, inviting you to sit next to him. When you reached for it, he pulled you in close and sat you on his lap. With your back flush to him, he wrapped his arms across your front in the biggest embrace.
You were trapped with his arms crossed over your front. He sat up just enough so your head was comfortable above the water and let you rest against him. You had never felt more safe than in that moment and wanted to stay like that forever.
His beard was hot and damp as he rested it on your shoulder. He kissed the softest skin on your neck and you could feel his cock getting hard against your back. When he moved to your ear lobe, taking it in his mouth with a gentle but urgent motion it made you melt.
He let one of his arms release off of you and dip under the water. It snaked around your thigh, caressing and pulling you down while your body tried to float off of him. Teasing you as he got more aggressive with his mouth. He pulled your thigh open to make some room and his hand dragged up to your bottoms.
Your pulse was racing. Feeling him on you. Against you. Now going inside you. You tipped your head back, gazing up at the stars and your visible breath as you gasped. How many orgasms would this man give you in one weekend? You were ready to find out.
Until you weren’t alone anymore. Voices once in the distance were now getting louder and hard to ignore as you heard the door to the hot tub path shut loudly.
“Damnit...” he grumbled as he withdrew his hand and slid you off his lap to sit next to him. Pretending to be celebate buddies or something along those lines.
You exchanged a defeated look, silently laughing at your misfortune and poor timing.
Two women approached and just like that the private moment was lost as they joined you in the hot tub. They were friendly, pardoning themselves and sitting together. They were about your age, probably a little older if you had to guess, and nearly spilled their wine glasses as they got situated. Laughing and being ditzy. Clearly they had been drinking for a while.
You tried your best to give a friendly face and hide your annoyance. It was a public place afterall. At the same time, you didn’t really have any interest in talking to them.
Joel rested his hand on your thigh, letting his fingers massage between your legs while the bubbles concealed it from view.
He nodded bristly to them, silently acknowledging that they were there and he was being courteous but that he didn't really want to chat.
You wanted them to vanish so you could resume getting finger fucked by your man. You pitied Joel who was sitting there with his hard-on and no way to relieve it either. Joel lowered himself further into the tub and tried not to scowl.
The woman who sat directly across from you kept changing her focus, trying to get a reading on you both. You could see how she could hardly contain herself in starting up a conversation.
You had stopped visibly touching each other when they approached so they never saw you being intimate. Presently, you sat shoulder to shoulder, skin not even touching on the surface. An awkward silence falling between the four of you. You could see the wheels turning in the woman’s head as she calculated what exactly you were.
You saw that subtle glint of interest in her eye as she looked at Joel with an attentiveness. You recognized that look right away because it instantly put you on the defense. Joel was an attractive man, there was no doubt about that. You weren’t exactly demonstrating your claim at the moment either. She didn’t know his hand was about two inches away from your pussy under the water.
“You and your dad having a good time?” she interrupted nonchalantly as she took a sip from her wine glass with hungry eyes scanning his body.
That was the conclusion she came to?
“Yeah… he isn’t my dad.” you gave a snarky and quick reply. Annoyed because you clocked her, eyeing him and fishing to see if he was available and interested in a hookup.
Joel pulled his arm up from your thigh and let it rest behind you, his hand draping over your shoulder and pulling you closer. You didn’t have to look at him to know what expression he wore. A sassy glare that projected this is mine.
“Oh! Wow I am so sorry I thought–” she started to apologize and backtrack when she realized how offended you were.
“Aint her father, but I am her daddy.” He interrupted. His delivery was harsh and offensive, wanting to make them uncomfortable for being so presumptuous.
The effect on you was quite the opposite. An immediate ache and wanting in your cunt fluttered at his words. If only the mood wasn’t tainted by the ugly truth about to descend.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize..” she lowered her voice and directed the rest at you as if no one else would hear. “because you’re so young–” She started cackling, a mix of the alcohol and being so accidentally insulting. “You don’t see that everyday!”
The more she talked, the more the anger was ebbing into something else. A dreadful feeling washed over you but you remained quiet. Afraid the next words out of your mouth would be unhinged.
You could feel Joel’s fingers gripping into you tighter and looking to your lead on what you wanted to do next. Unsure if his response was too much
Your feelings had nothing to do with the drunk lady accidentally hitting on Joel. It was the fact that this sort of judgement would not be the last. Your future with Joel would always have this looming cloud overhead that you shouldn’t be together. That even if no one said a word about it, they would still be thinking it.
“Excuse my sister, she has no filter.” the other woman interrupted. “We’ll come back later.” She reached for her sister's arm and urged her to move out of the tub.
“Don’t bother–” you got up, feeling deflated and ready to get as far away as possible. Not realizing how much those words hurt when you heard them out loud. Really being confronted with the truth about your age difference.
She wasn’t wrong. He did look like he could be your dad.
Joel reached his arm up to grab your wrist, but when you turned he saw the pain in your eyes.
The two sisters were silent as you left the hot tub and Joel trailed after you.
The silence in the hotel room was deafening. Joel could tell you were upset, and was careful on how to approach it. He gave you some space while you both got ready for bed, until it couldn’t be ignored any longer.
“Does it bother you?” he asked. “Me being so much… older?”
You were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the bed when he broke the silence.
“Joel. No.” you said firmly. “That has never bothered me. Not for one moment.” His insecurity in his age was apparent. This was something that had weighed heavy on him, and you never really talked about it. “No, I just want to be with you without having our relationship scrutinized because we look like we don’t belong together.”
“Don’t think that’s the only thing bothering you.” he took your hand in his. His thumb stroked you, grounding you to this moment. Assuring you that you could talk to him.
Joel was really good at picking up the subtle changes in your mood, but also really patient in letting you talk when you were ready.
“Its not that I care what other people think, even if it feels bad. I worry about what they will think.”
Tess. Marlene. Mom. Dad. All the people who did matter.
“Sweetheart, we don’t have to–”
“How can we have a real future, Joel? This is perfect,” you gestured around you. “But when we go home it will just be more hiding unless we want to hurt the people who care about us.” There it was.
The thing you had been trying to bottle away was too much to ignore any longer.
“We’ll figure this out, together.” Joel assured.
“I think I already have.”
“What do you mean?”
“Joel, when the month is over I’m going back to Boston.” A tear fell down your cheek. This was the first time you said those words out loud, making it real. It didn’t make you feel any relief.
“The hell you are.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look, we’ll figure out how to tell your parents when they come home. Tess will get over it.”
“Joel, this is the only option I have. I never expected us to get so serious.”
“You can’t keep picking up and moving your life like this.”
“What, like you did?” You didn’t mean to let those words slip from your tongue. It was true though. Joel had been avoiding facing reality for years after he lost Sarah. Texas to Boston to Kineo. Chasing Tess and walling himself off from any real pain that comes with feeling for someone else. It felt hypocritical to be told not to avoid pain.
Joel was silent, biting his tongue. Your words hurt.
“You wanna go back to Boston then go, but don’t do it to run away.” His tone was defeated. Sullen and low.
“Joel, please. It’s not like that”
“Then what is it like?” his voice was still low. “You don’t want this anymore?”
“It’s not—not that at all. I have to move out by the end of the month. You knew it was never supposed to be a permanent thing. Me being here.” Confessing that fact you had withheld from him “And it would just be easier for everyone if I got away from here.”
“Easier for everyone?” he repeated your words back. “No. Easier for you, darling.”
He wasn’t wrong. You were running. Avoiding dealing with truths and the discomforts of choices that wouldn’t be sanctioned.
Speaking it all out loud made you realize just how convoluted it all was becoming. Things you had ignored for too long and the only thing that felt possible was running away.
“Move in with me.” he blurted out in a desperate plea. “I have more than enough space. You don’t have to work at Grind anymore if you don’t want to. I ain’t worried about the money.”
“Joel–” You knew deep down that he would offer this if you only asked. If you only mentioned this to him sooner, but you didn’t want him to pity you for not having your shit together.
You also didn’t want to pressure him to make this anything more than it was. However, you didn’t account for exchanging I love you’s either.
“Stay. Please.” he pleaded. He took your hand in his and used his other to reach up to your cheek, wiping your tears.
You wanted that more than anything. A real life with Joel. A reason to wake up every day that was more than just work and passing time. It was what you wanted but never gave yourself permission to have it.
Until now. Until Joel put all the cards on the table and you were the only one standing in your own way. Everything else was an excuse. An obstacle that made things difficult but not impossible to endure. Certainly not when you were doing it with Joel at your side.
It was time to stop running and start doing life together.
“Ok.” you agreed. The pit in your stomach did not lessen and Joel wasn’t going to let that go unnoticed. The last thing you wanted to be was a burden to Joel. Your heart and your mind were in a standoff. A hesitancy to accept something that would make you both happy. A nagging in the back of your head tempered your reaction.
He could see that you were worried that his invitation was desperate. You didn’t know it was planned all along.
“Baby, I was already gonna ask you to move in with me. Surprise you with a key and everything before we leave tomorrow.” Joel reached into his bag by the nightstand and pulled out a small envelope, handing it to you. “Stupid I know..”
You flipped open the envelope plastered with the local hardware store branding and could feel the metal key tucked away at the bottom. At some point this week he had made this choice to have a key made for you, before any of this all came to be. He wanted you to move in with him, not because you didn’t have any place to go.
“M’not asking you as a last ditch effort either. I want a life with you. If that's what you want..” His hand closed around yours and he pushed the envelope towards you, urging you to accept it.
“Guess I ruined that surprise.” you laughed nervously.
Joel tipped your chin to face him and pulled you in for a kiss. “I meant what I said last night.”
Your heart stopped. It was painfully full, ready to burst with a feeling you couldn’t name properly. You never really let someone get this close to you before, and accepting the way it made you feel was scary because it was so new.
“I love you baby, and I don’t want to let you go.” Joel reconfirmed. The doubts faded away with his words finally giving you a feeling of content.
This was real.
“I love you, Joel.” You leaned into him, pressing your mouth against his. You needed him. On you, against you. You were overtook by a lust that had been brewing and now coming to a head with a genuine declaration of wanting a future together. The thoughts danced around your head and poured out through your lips.
You and Joel were going to make it work and damnit you needed him inside you. You needed to express how you felt in a way that would bring you both to ultimate closeness.
Joel was as eager as you were to celebrate. His hands roamed under your t-shirt, pinching at your skin as he grabbed onto you and cupped your breast. His finger slid over your nipple, circling it as it stiffened and then exploring the other side.
You broke apart for the briefest moment to gasp for air and then climbed into his lap. You straddled his waist while you grabbed at his waistband to pull it down. His thick cock popped out, eager for your touch.
The urgency between you both was escalating. You couldn’t wait a moment longer. The aching inside your cunt was demanding to be quelled.
You pushed Joel down onto his back, but he quickly turned the tables. He was getting riled up and his dominant side was coming out in full force. You were pinned under him with the heat of his cock digging into your thigh.
This time, you wanted to take control.
“Let me ride you, Joel.” you begged. As much as you loved him taking the lead, this time you needed to fuck him.
He smirked in approval and pressed his mouth to your neck, biting at you sensually before repositioning himself on his back. He was a mess. Disheveled with his pajama pants tugged down just enough to free his hardness. His tshirt was wrinkled and pulled up, showing the softness of his belly.
You shimmied out of your panties and straddled him. Reaching between your legs your hand wrapped around his length. He moaned as your hand glided up and down his shaft.
His slit was already leaking. Plump and needy for release.
His hands crept under your shirt and lightly dug into you while you grazed over his sensitive tip. There was an urgency that you both needed to prioritize. You had spent all weekend worshiping each other's bodies but this need was raw and desperate. Clothing be damned, you just needed to meld with him and come undone together.
He helped guide you onto him, grabbing onto your hips and gently positioning you against the head of his cock.
Joel was a lot to take and you winced as he pressed deeper into you. His thickness stretched you open with searing heat as you lowered yourself down. The sting from being split open was an addictive high that you needed.
Now he was fully sheathed inside you. A feat that looked impossible just moments before. Now he had you stuffed full of his cock.
His thumb pressed against your clit, circling it with precision as you rode him. Thrusting yourself up and down on his length was a lot of work, and each plunge down to his base made your mouth gape and whimper.
It didn’t take long. His thumb and his cock were working in unison to bring you to the edge of your orgasm in record time. He could feel the way your pussy was clenching on him with each thrust. He cursed under his breath, starting to come undone himself.
You leaned forward with your hands splayed on his stomach, afraid any more friction and you would be done for.
Joel took over now. He had both hands on your hips again and fucked up into you, bouncing you on his cock with each thrust.
His hot spend spurted inside you as he came with a loud growl. Your orgasm tore through your body as your walls milked him until he was dry.
The stamina Joel had was nearly as impressive as his cock and you wanted to exploit it forever.
He held you sitting atop him as his cock started to soften, staring at you with an aching want.
“You’re so beautiful.” he panted, cock still buried in you. “And… you’re mine.”
His words sent a tingle through your body.
You were Joel’s girl and he was yours.
Sunday arrived with an aching realization.
You were in love with Joel Miller.
Not just falling for him. Not just having fun with someone to pass the time.
No. With Joel it was different. It always had been different. In a way that you knew in your core the moment you had met him. Joel was your person and you were his. Now that you were both acknowledging this with your full chest it had room to breathe.
Walking to the truck to go home was bittersweet. The weekend had its ups and down but in the end you now had a path forward, and that path was one that wouldn’t be lonely in Boston. It would be side by side with that handsome older man you couldn’t imagine life without.
Joel started up his truck while you fumbled through the center console to reluctantly retrieve your phone, surprised the battery had not fully given out.
Just as he was about to back out of the parking lot, you reached for his arm.
“Joel…” Your eyes went wide and your pulse quickened but you couldn’t form more words.
Your phone screen was cluttered with text messages and missed calls. The most recent one showing on the top of the stack made your blood run cold.
Marlene: She knows. I’m sorry.
You could feel your heart thudding heavy and uncomfortable. A dizzying rush of adrenaline and panic pulsed through your veins. You wanted to throw up. Sick to your stomach that whatever had happened you had no control over. It was just damage control now.
Joel's eyes went wide as he looked at his own phone, plastered with notifications too.
Texts and calls from Tess. Multiple missed calls from your parents.
He quickly wiped away the notifications and tossed his phone into his lap.
“Fuck.” he sighed. He took a breath and then rested his hand on the top of your thigh. There was nothing to say other than to let you know that he was there with you, and you would get through this together.
There was no going back now.
To be continued...
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@milla-frenchy my dear thank you so much for reading and for the lovely reblog 🥹 This fic has turned into quite the beast to wrap up, but I have another chapter planned that will hopefully do an adequate job of that. Writing is hard 😭
Pairing: Dark!Acacius x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI
Series Warning: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. This one is VERY DARK and starts off NONCON/DUBCON. Stockholm Syndrome, Extreme Violence, Slavery and Forced Breeding (tagging Breeding!kink to be safe), Undisclosed age gap but I wrote reader as in her 20s and Acacius is late 40s. Derogatory Language, Plentiful Creampies, Explicit Smut. Please see chapters for specific warnings. This one is dark and angsty and both Acacius and reader will go through quite a transformation by the end of the series.
Summary: Caesar’s Legion is invading the Mojave Wasteland in the year 2281. After your unfortunate run in with their horrific atrocities, a high ranking legionary (Acacius) spares you for one sole purpose. Your lives are forever changed once your destinies intertwine and Acacius loses his way.
NOTE: You do NOT need to be familiar with Fallout to read this series. I have made sure to write it in a way that anyone can easily follow along. IF you are familiar with the games / show, this is built off lore from Fallout: New Vegas involving Caesar's Legion and the NCR.
Hey everyone! Just a brief update on this series. Originally I was going to have 4 chapters, but in restructuring I have decided to make the final chapter 3 include the epilogue at the end. No need for 2 separate entries. The epilogue is very short. It isn't a huge deal but for those who were looking forward to 2 more parts, there is just one more coming. SOON. I went back and updated everything to show this is a 3 part series.
I have been working on it quite a bit lately. Now is a good time to re-read if you want to remember what happened (never expected it to take me a damn YEAR to write this series lol, sorry about that) or if you wanted to check it out and be ready for the final part. I will say the last chapter is really, REALLY dark. There will be a lot of trigger warnings and uncomfortable moments. Sorry.
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Ok these are 10 movies I love, and I know I am missing lots but there is only room for 10 so there is what I am rolling with.
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I’m just stopping by to say I miss you, your writing, and your fics so damn much 😭 I hope you’ll return to the battlefield soon because I’m starving over here
Dark Acacius? QZ Joel? honestly at this point I’ll take ANYTHING you feed us 🫠
I'm just waiting...like..
love youu💋
Oh Angel, seeing you in my inbox instantly lifted my spirits AND made me realize it's been too damn long since I posted something from my writings!! I think the Dark!Acacius is the closest one to finished, and I will be giving it all sorts of attention this weekend. No promises, but I will try so hard to get something out for WIP Wednesday.
And posting THAT Joel gif?! 😩🫠 How can I not write more of this man right this second?!
