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shadeysprings · 1 year

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Rebound - Part I

—DBF!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Your night of wallowing in your misery takes a different turn when your dad’s best friend bumps into you at the bar.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon undertones, oral sex with fingers at play, unprotected sex, age gap (around 20-25 years), kinda SoftDark!Joel but also nah & predatory vibes. Use the warnings wisely and tread carefully. But nothing to worry about for this part for now.

A/N: Another Joel fic for ya nasties. This is a Modern AU so no brain-eating fungus is present. Also, tell me what kind of Joel you wanna see next! This is a mini-series, y'all!

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“Fuck you, Alex,” you murmur under your breath before taking a shot of the liquor, the burn of the tequila is a welcome sensation.

Slamming the glass down against the bar top, you give the bartender a tipsy smile of apology when he looks at you in disapproval of your rowdy actions. But can he really blame you? The anger you thought had passed slowly starts bubbling in your core, your hand gripping tight around the glass before letting out a defeated sigh.

Bullshit!

That’s what you call the reasons he gave you that fateful afternoon when you marched into his office, worrying, thinking if he was alright and well but also annoyed for ignoring you the entire five days he was on his business trip.

You couldn’t take it any longer. His silence, too deafening and his disregard becoming too much to handle that you stormed into his office the day after you knew he would be back. You even went as far as missing a day of work, Denise’s nagging ringing in your ears when you called that morning.

Though you can bear her wrath, something you’ve done countless times. But this? Not this. Not with Alex toying with your feelings.

I’m not ready for anything serious yet.

You deserve someone who’ll give you the time and attention you want. And that’s not me. But you can always call me when you feel lonely.

Oh, how you wanted to scream at him and punch away the smug look on his face. To throw the things sitting idly on his desk and cause a ruckus and fully express that you are not one to be played with. To make him regret wasting your time loving him and taking care of him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you nodded in defeat, much to your chagrin, and bade him goodbye, shoving him as hard as you could when you ran out of his office. You ignored the stares of curiosity his co-workers threw at you, your heels clacking against the marble floor as you rushed through the lobby so that no one would stop and notice the tears running down your face and hear the sound of your heart breaking.

And now, here you are—wallowing in your self-pity, your sadness, and loneliness with tequila being your only friend.

Unshed tears begin welling in your eyes and you mop them away harshly with the back of your hand. You call the attention of the bartender once more, a little loud and more obnoxious than you expected, and order another round of shots.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ alone in a place like this?”

Your back straightens upon hearing the lilt of the man’s voice. Turning your head to the side, your eyes widen in surprise when you see those familiar hazel orbs glinting against the light of the bar mirroring your expression.

You almost don’t recognize him without the flannel he usually wears, replaced by a navy suit jacket hiding the same colored shirt underneath. His salt and pepper hair is tousled back neatly and the scruffy facial hair you’re used to seeing him with is neatly trimmed, accentuation further the cut of his jaw.

“Joel?” you ask with a soft voice. “Wh—”

“Sweetheart—” he grunts, “Jesus—fuck!” he takes a step back, disbelief and embarrassment evident on his face before he turns to you once more, a sigh leaving his lips. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I thought you were—wait,” he pauses mid-way, palm pressing flat on the bar when he leans closer. “Why are you crying?”

“I—”

You turn away quickly to face the bar and dab away the tears away you didn’t know escaped, cursing yourself for allowing them to fall in the first place. But you stop moving when you feel a hand gently wrap around your wrist, your eyes looking upward to see Joel with concern looming in his.

“I—I wasn’t,” you say with a chuckle, hoping the display of mirth would mask your lie. “I just had something in my eye and the tequila they serve here is very st—”

“You know that I’ll know if you’re lying to me, sweetheart.” Joel scolds and you pout at his words, knowing full well how much the man knows you. “Who hurt you? Was it that stupid boyfriend of yours?” he growls.

His question makes you blink in surprise. “You know about Alex?”

“Yeah. Your papa told me about him before I moved here.”

“Moved? Here? But this is a long way from Tex—”

“Don’t try to change the subject, sweetheart.” he interrupts, hand moving to cup the side of your face with his thumb reaching over to rub gently underneath your eye. “Now, tell me what happened.”

Releasing a breath of resignation, you turn back to face the bar and grab one of the shot glasses already lined up in front of you.

“He broke up with me,” you admit, tipping your head back as you take a drink and hiss when the liquid burns your throat. “After five days of ignoring my calls and messages, he tells me he isn’t ready to be in a committed relationship and a couple of bullshit nonsense.”

You glance at Joel, waiting for him to chime in or say anything, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps his eyes focused on you, the hand once on your cheek now resting on your shoulder and giving it an encouraging squeeze. You continue.

“I loved him, Joel—fuck! I still do.” you cry, the tears flowing freely, though this time, you do nothing to wipe them away. “I just don’t understand why he would do this to me. Why he would ghost me like some stupid teenager and hurt me instead of being honest with me.”

You frown as doubts begin to plague you and your self-esteem slowly crumbles. You never once were the first person people chose, always the last, or if the universe was being kind, at least the second. And meeting Alex, you thought that would change, that for once, someone actually chose you, wanted you.

He was sweet, attentive, and possessed all the qualities anyone would want in a partner. The sex was definitely amazing but that was simply a consolation for you for it was his personality and charm that drew you closer to him. But people always said ‘if it’s too good to be true, it probably is’ and what he did and the pain he’s caused you, only proved it to be very accurate.

“Was I not good enough?” A hiccup erupts from your lips and you press the heels of your palms to your eyes when the tears keep going, sobbing silently as sadness completely takes over you. “Was I not worthy enough to be loved? To be honest to?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Compassion laces Joel’s voice and you keep your head down to avoid him seeing you in such a state when he takes your hands away from your face. You allow him to wipe away the tears, calloused hands cupping your face gently afterward and tipping your head back for your eyes to meet his. “Never think that because you are enough and you are worth it.” he intones, thumbs gently caressing your cheek to put away stray tears.

“You are beautiful, inside and out, and that boy couldn’t see that. Just know that someone is out there and they want you, will do anything to be with you and it will only be a matter of time before they reveal themselves.” His words, sweet and comforting, pierce through your heart for no one has ever told you such things. You want to believe him, you really do, but a small part inside tells you that he simply pities you and is feeding you words you want to hear.

“You’re perfect,” he adds and leans over to press a kiss on your forehead. You sit on your stool, stunned at his display of intimacy and staring up at his warm, caramel gaze when he steps closer. “I hope you can see that.”

Warmth blooms at the base of your neck, crawling up your cheeks and you pull away from Joel’s hold to face the bar instead, feeling shy with the way he’s acting. Still, you’re grateful for his presence, happy to have even bumped into him even if it was a weird coincidence.

“T-Thank you, Joel.” you give him a small, pathetic smile. “Really—it means a lot and I’m happy you’re here.”

“Anything for the best girl I know.” he grins at you and calls on the bartender before leaning against the bar and setting a hand on your thigh. “Tell you what, why don’t we drink and let the alcohol take that heartache of yours away.” You startle when the bartender sets two tumblers of whiskey in front of the two of you and stare at the glass when Joel casually slides it in your direction. “No need to think of the pain but be happy at the fact that loser saved you years of it.”

He lifts his glass to you, a grin etched on his face.

“What do you say?”

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orion4ever · 3 months

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Inspired by my own idea!

Prologue/Sneak Peak

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There is a superstition known as the ‘Red String Theory”. It originated in China; It is the belief that no matter the location or circumstance, fate always connects destined lovers. ; as close as a house away or in different cities. The carmine string symbolizes happiness and love, it can stretch and tangle up, but it will never break; like a human connection.

A good example of the red string theory would be Baxter Ward and Y/N L/N. They met as teenagers, looking for someone to dance with. They didn’t know it then but the string forever connected them; resurfacing again when they were both new adults just stepping into the real world. The two got together and learned about the strangers they once shared a dance with. They loved each other, Baxter Ward never knew he could feel this comfortable and happy with someone, he wanted to stay, stay in the small tourist trap town and have Y/N be with him for eternity, he wanted their smile, their company, their love; but then he second-guessed himself.

While he may want all that and more with them, did they feel the same? What if he made Y/N feel obligated to say yes to him? What if he held them back from better things, just so that he could call them his partner?

And what exactly did he have to offer them?

The answer, at least to Baxter, was.

Nothing.

He had nothing he could offer and share with them, at least nothing worthwhile. He was partying on his parent’s money but how long would that last until he had to make his own? Working would take up a lot of time as well so he couldn’t offer much of a good conversation either. Why would he hold Y/N back from finding someone who could offer all that he couldn’t, who gave him the right?

No one did. So he left.

He left them heartbroken outside the cozy condo that he grew comfortable in. He grew cold when seeing how upset they were but he knew this was best for them. This was a phase, a feeling that would go away when he left. Y/N was too good for him and will find someone who deserves all their undivided attention. Baxter Ward wasn’t one to step on anyone's toes.

When he left that morning, the red string grew looser the further he went. To avoid overthinking his decision;

Baxter worked as a wedding planner.

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clever-fox-studios · 3 months

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Found the art meme and thought of them cuz... that's what I see i my head every time. Every. Time.

Greer is just... completely susceptible to the Disney Villain Rizz and I can't for the life of me tell if and when Cat is serious about anything and I have so much temptation to crank the villain part up to an 11

This can only end in either a Greer Corruption Arc or a Cataclysm Redepmtion Arc and I'm not holding my breath that Greer is in a good headspace to see if 'love' even works on crazy so...

2024 Greer Villain Arc?? Probably

@8um8le come get your boy, he's a bad influence

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wyrd-author · 1 year

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In my never ending quest to get @neil-gaiman to notice me, I present Stardust by Neil Gaiman. Rebound from paperback to hardcover in white faux leather with gold vinyl tooling and gilded page edges. Now available in my shop at the link in my bio!

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bluerosetarot · 3 months

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Everyone on Task Force 141 knew you had a date tonight since you'd been going on and on about it for the past week, so when you come back to base with puffy cheeks and eyes still red from crying a certain someone comes to comfort you.

Tags: female reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley, hurt/comfort, mild descriptions of violence (Simon wants to hurt whoever hurt you, after all), PIV rebound sex.

Tagging @the-californicationist because you wanted me to tag you once I posted this.

You hadn't been with the task force for long, but your presence had certainly had an impact on the team as a whole in the year and a half you'd been around. Being the youngest and shortest had earned you official "little sister" status despite the fact you could toss all of them around at hand to hand practice thanks to your lower center of gravity and aikido background, with the exception of Simon. That man was not only tall but was surprisingly flexible, which you took as a personal challenge.

"One of these days I'm going to topple you, Ghost." You'd all just come back from a sparring match and were sitting around a table enjoying your beverages of choice.

"Of course you will, sweet'eart." He'd smile behind his cuppa without looking at you, but you could see the slight wrinkles around the corners of his eyes. "An' one 'a these days Price'll start layin' golden eggs so we can all retire."

So imagine everyone's surprise when you mention you were seeing someone, a civvie you'd met on a dating app. You'd been gushing over your crush and hadn't noticed Soap playfully nudge Simon in his side or the glare the taller man gave him in return.

"Going out to see him on next leave, said he wanted to take me somewhere nice for dinner. And before any of you try anything I don't need backup, or shadowed, or anything else. I know we're all a little paranoid here but I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

"Not you we'd be worried about, luv." Gaz gave you a knowing smile before continuing. "We're worried about the poor guy getting folded like a pretzel if 'is 'ands go anywhere they shouldn't, y'know?"

It took you a few months before you could properly go on a date; a mission got in the way, but you promised your new beau that as soon as you got back from your classified trip you'd be all his. Whenever you could, you messaged him, even sending him a few spicy pictures over the course of your flirting.

When the special night finally came around, you snuck off to your quarters to put on a lovely little black dress and did your makeup as best you could. Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you psyched yourself up and inwardly hoped that you wouldn't run into anyone on your way out. That hope was quickly dashed upon the rocks of reality when you nearly ran into the brick wall named Ghost as you left the washroom.

"Bloody Jesus, Ghost. Trying to give me a heart attack?"

His answer was to scoff under his mask and lean against the wall beside you, those brown eyes of his looking you over as he slowly shook his head.

"Got no place to 'ide a knife, gun, or anythin' else. Sure you don't need any backup, luv?"

"I appreciate your concern, LT, but I should be fine."

He backed away with a chuckle, not expecting your tone to be so dry and he held up his hands in an appeasing gesture.

"Roight, roight. Well, knock 'im dead, luv. But if you aren't back by midnight, we'll all assume you turned into a pumpkin 'an start a search party. Deal?"

"Deal."

Your date went a bit... less than stellar. When you arrived at the restaurant, he'd been nearly a half hour late and was dressed more casual than you, but you weren't used to being all dolled up either so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Conversation was minimal with him mostly talking about himself as you sat there bored until he hit you with a bombshell.

"You're hot like this, but now that you're my girl you're going to have to give up this whole military thing."

You'd been about to take a bite of food and nearly dropped your fork from laughing at what you thought was a joke, but he just got irritated.

"I'm serious. You can't go wasting your prime childbearing years pretending to be an action hero."

"Excuse me?" You matched his tone, a bit of annoyance seeping into your words. "What happened to you going nuts over my career plans? How you said you always liked a 'girl in uniform'?"

"Uniforms are hot, but I figured once we met, you'd realize you wanted a nice civilian life and leave all that fantasy behind you."

"Uh-huh..." Flagging down your waiter, you asked for the check. "I'll take my half of the check, please. This date is over."

"You can't just fucking leave!"

"I can..." Giving your card to the waiter, you then locked eyes with your sad excuse for a date. "And I will. See? I'm doing it right now."

Once your tab had been taken care of, you made a beeline for the door with the guy chasing after you, yelling at you to change your mind. He made the mistake of trying to grab your wrist, and you managed an aikido move that brought him down to a knee.

"You don't get to touch me that way, got it?"

You'd leaned down to stare daggers into him, a look you'd perfected from watching Ghost, and your failed date nodded in fear as he got up and backed away.

Turning on your heel, you made it to your car and closed the door before slumping over your steering wheel with a sigh. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mixture of sadness and anger. Willing yourself to wait until you got back to base for a good cry, you started the car and headed back but couldn't help a few stray tears from rolling down your cheeks.

It was a little past 2300 when you got back to base and, to your disappointment, there were a few lights still on. You'd hoped to take your walk of shame without anyone noticing, but fate had other plans. You hadn't realized that everyone in 141 was worried for you and stayed up to wait for you to come home.

Which meant that you opened the door to the common area, and four sets of eyes instantly looked up at you. All of them taking note of your tear streaked makeup making you feel warm and nervous.

Soap was the first one to speak up, cutting the tension with a joke.

"Aye, lass, who we needin' to knife up for ya?"

Price sat to his right and gave him a very good "not now" look as you clenched your jaw in annoyance.

"Don't want to talk about it." You turned to the Captain and gave him a polite nod. "Heading to bed, sir."

Taking a thoughtful puff of his cigar, he returned your nod.

"Right, everyone here should do the same. Lights out, everyone."

Gaz and Soap reluctantly got up. You could read it plain as day on their faces they wanted to pepper you with a thousand questions, but stern looks from both Price and Ghost made them think twice, and they both wished you a good night and hurried off to their rooms. Price followed after them after giving you one final concerned glance before heading down the hall.

It was Ghost that put a comforting hand on your shoulder. He had a way of sneaking up on everyone even when he was in plain sight, and this situation was no different. You tried your best to compose yourself before meeting his gaze, but something in his eyes made you break down when your eyes met and you let out a soft sound somewhere between a cry and a whimper.

"Fucking christ, look at me. All bent out of shape over little more than a schoolyard crush."

"If 'e 'urt ya I know plenty a places to hide a body 'round 'ere."

Where Soap has been jovial, you could tell Ghost was serious, and you couldn't stop an involuntary shiver creep down your spine before shaking your head.

"Not worth the effort, Ghost. But I appreciate it. Damn chauvinist thought I'd get one look at him and want to stop all my work here and pop out babies."

That got a laugh from the larger man, a deep rumble in his chest.

"Th' public doesn't realize all tha' we do to keep the world spinnin', luv. If you 'ad never joined up with us, who knows 'ow our missions would've gone. You've been damn good at not only covering our sixes on multiple occasions but..."

He trailed off, catching himself before he said something further. But this only made you more curious since this was the most words you'd ever hear the man string together outside of mission briefings.

"But what?"

"But... christ this is a bit embarrassing but you remind all of us what we're fightin' for, y'know? You remind us that we aren't just killin' machines an' that we're 'uman. That we do this to protect 'umanity, outside and within. Y' deserve someone who understands tha', not some chav bloke who sees y' as just a baby factory."

The hand that was on your shoulder went up to smooth his short hair back as his eyes looked away from yours. You thanked whatever god was up there that he did because he didn't see the blush creeping into your cheeks.

"Uhh... th-thanks, Ghost."

Those eyes locked back onto yours, and you could see the telltale crinkle of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that betrayed his smile.

"Y' can call me Simon, luv. Just between the two of us, yeah?"

"Yeah. I'll keep that in mind."

A heavy sigh left your lips, and you gave him a small smile.

"Simon. Think, uh... think you would want to join me for a bit tonight? It's been nice talking to someone who understands what's going on in my head."

That got an eyebrow raise from him, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Y' propositionin' your commanding officer now?"

His tone was low, tinted with humor, but his rough voice made it sound suggestive all the same. He left the question open, and it emboldened your reply.

"Well I need someone to really show me the difference between a "chav bloke" and a real man, don't I?"

With a look over his shoulder down the hall towards the barracks proper, no doubt making sure everyone else was already in bed, he nodded and gestured for you to lead the way.

"Ladies first, luv."

That earned him a playful punch in the arm, and you grabbed his hand in yours, leading him down the hall to your quarters.

Once inside your room with the door shut tight behind you, Simon was looming over you, pressing your body to the wall. In the dim light of your room you could barely see his eyes as they looked you over once more while his hand came up to cup your cheek.

"Y' sure about this, luv? Not that I mind bein' a rebound but I want to make sure y' really want this..."

He knew how to catch you off guard, that's for sure, and you gave him a reassuring nod. Your own hand reaching up to glide along his that caressed your face so gently, a welcome juxtaposition to his normally cold demeanor.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm actually glad that you, uh..."

Now it was your turn to stifle words better left unsaid, though those swallowed words turned into heat and crimson on your neck and cheeks as embarrassment kept you from saying what was really on your mind.

In truth you'd always had a "thing" for the big badass types, the "scary dogs", outcasts, loners, and Gho- Simon, you reminded yourself, ticked off all the boxes to pique your interest. He'd always given off just enough tidbits about himself, crumbs that you had devoured in the fire of your curiosity that only proved to stoke it into a further inferno. The date you'd gone on tonight? He was meant to be a distraction from the man you couldn't have had, shouldn't have been able to have, yet here he was gazing down into your very soul in your quarters.

"Glad? Glad for wha', luv?"

Simon had picked up on that thread you left dangling and you could hear the smirk in his voice as he pressed further. Both his body squeezing against you and his words pressing the opening he'd found.

"Glad y' got th' big, scary Ghost as y' own personal toy for th' night? Glad that you'll get to experience a real man in y' bed tonoight?"

Each word brought his face closer to yours and you watched as his hand slid from your cheek to his mask, pulling it down past his mouth and finally letting you see his face. Your mind went blank for a second as you took in his features for the brief moment he hovered in front of you before he buried his face in your neck to kiss the sensitive skin there.

The kiss was gentle, lips pressing to your jugular as your heart raced so fast you could swear he'd be able to feel your pulse through his lips. Even gentle as it was you couldn't stop the soft sound that escaped your own lips.

"Am I on the money, sweet'eart? You been 'oping I'd get jealous or somethin' like that?"

Teeth grazed against your neck and a jolt of pleasurable lightning raced down your spine.

"Well... between you an' me... I've been very jealous, luv. 'Ere I thought some young bloke was gonna steal you away from us, from me, before I got to show you 'ow I felt about you..."

As his lips and teeth continued to explore your neck his hand grabbed yours and brought it down to palm at his tented trousers, the size of him made you gasp involuntarily and you felt his low rumbling laughter deep in his chest.

"S-simon... I've never had someone so... so... big before."

"Don't worry, sweet'eart... I'll take my time and show you 'ow a true gentleman treats a lady like yourself."

Simon picked you up with ease, walking the few steps to the bed and setting you down on the edge. No sooner had your backside met the mattress he was hiking up that short black dress over your thighs to expose the matching black lace panties you had worn.

"You were plannin' on spoilin' that bloke tonight, weren't you, sweet'eart? Or, an' correct me if I'm wrong..."

His thick, calloused fingers pressed against your clothed slit, finding your nub and rubbing it through the scant cotton and lace as his eyes locked onto yours again.

"...Or were you 'opin' that 'e'd left you alone and that this exact scenario would 'appen, you comin' back to base wantin' me to 'elp you feel better?"

"F-fuck, Simon... I... ahh... that's n-not what I was hoping for at all..."

He rolled his eyes, not believing you, and slid the panties aside to slide one finger inside to entice a moan from you.

"Christ! Fine, yes, I.. I wanted my date to be you tonight... but how am I supposed to bring that up? Just walk up to you and say "hey, LT, how's about a shag tonight after supper?""

That earned you a second finger inside and another laugh.

"I knew y' were a brat at trainin' but damn am I glad you aren't a shrinkin' violet in the bedroom. Makes this more fun."

For what felt like an eternity he slowly widened you in preparation for his shaft. Simon was a patient man, for the most part, but those moans and sounds you were making for him and him alone were wearing down that patience. Still, he had promised to treat you like a proper lady and only when he could slide three fingers inside easily did he stop his work.

"Do us a favor and clean these off for me, luv. My mouth 'as more important things t' do."

Unceremoniously he slid his slickened fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself as he leaned down to bury his face between your legs. That tongue of his quickly found your nub and circled around it, alternating between that and his lips puckering around it to suck on it. The fingers in your mouth did nothing to muffle the noises he was coaxing from you as your thighs clamped down on either side of his head. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were cognizant of putting too much pressure on him but it was quickly drowned out by your building climax.

Simon felt it building in you as well; the way your thighs got tighter around his head, the throbbing of your nub in his mouth, and the quivering of your slit. In the mess of it all your hands had come down to grip his short hair, tugging on it as if trying to pull him closer.

"Tha's it, luv, cum for me."

Barely above the haze of lust you registered Simon's command as you felt yourself come undone for him. Your own slick mixing with his spit to coat your inner thighs as he lapped greedily at everything you had to give him. Eventually your orgasm began to subside and you took notice of him standing up from where he had knelt. The sound of leather on denim was barely audible above your panting, followed by a zipper being pulled down. Craning your head up off the mattress you finally saw his full length in the dim light of the room as he slowly rutted against your womanhood.

"I think y' should be ready for this, luv. But I wanna hear y' say it. Tell me 'ow badly y' need this inside..."

"I... fuck..."

Word were hard to come by in your lust filled haze, biting your lower lip in concentration you finally were able to articulate the words.

"Take me, Simon! I want every inch of that inside me now!"

"Needy, aren't ya? Don't worry, I got exactly wha' y' need roight... here..."

On that last syllable he slid his full length inside of you in one fluid stroke. You could swear he crashed up against the back of your womb with how big he was and before you could cry out he locked his lips onto yours, stifling any sound you made.

You two lay there connected, Simon not moving until you were used to him, for a few brief moments before he pulled away from the kiss to gaze into your eyes. You gave him a wordless nod to reassure him you were okay before he started his thrusting in earnest. Slow, full strokes to make sure you felt every inch of his desire for you.

"Been 'oping to 'ave y' like this for awhile now, sweet'eart.. sure when y' first started up 'ere I was skeptical..."

Your brain was barely paying attention to his words, still shrouded in a fog of lust. Simon, on the other hand, was talking to take his mind off the pleasure you were giving him so he could last longer than a few pumps.

"But after I saw y' toss Gaz an' Soap around in 'and t' 'and I thought maybe y' were alroight after all..."

Now even Simon was barely registering his own words as his thrusts started to pick up the pace, chasing his own orgasm as he felt your body tense under him while your second climax built up inside you.

His hands went from your hips to your own hands, lacing both your fingers together as he held your hands above your head and leaned down to kiss you again. There was a bit more force, a bit more need behind this one and with a low growl he slammed his hips against yours one more time, burying himself deep as he emptied into you. Your own climax hitting at the same time made it feel like your walls were milking him dry.

Both of you were spent after that; a sweaty mess of half clothed bodies that clung to each other tightly. He didn't want to pull out but he wanted to lay you on the bed proper, opting to slide himself out from between your legs and gingerly place you on the bed before laying down next to you. Once he was settled in beside you, your hands wrapped around him in a loose embrace as you rested your cheek on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall from his breath.

A heavy arm draped over you, pulling you in tightly as you both lay there in the dark. Simon was the first to break the silence, kissing the top of your head.

"May not 'ave been a proper date, sweet'eart. But I promise we'll 'ave one eventually. Now get some sleep, I'll be 'ere in the mornin'."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #reader insert #hurt/comfort #rebound #cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #ghost #look i just got broken up with recently and wanted some comfort fic so i made my own

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springlibrary · 1 year

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Rebound Masterlist

—DBF!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Your night of wallowing in your misery takes a different turn when your dad’s best friend bumps into you at the bar.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon undertones, oral sex with fingers at play, unprotected sex, age gap (around 20-25 years), kinda SoftDark!Joel but also nah, gaslighting & predatory vibes. Use the warnings wisely and tread carefully.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Finale

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel miller #dark!joel miller #the last of us #au #rebound #pedro pascal characters

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dearedwardteach · 1 year

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RM being the prettiest at the Rebound movie premiere

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zitoisart-blog · 10 months

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Got bored and started drawing characters from my comic as if they were translatable for 2D Platformer modding.

#character design #concept art #Bout #Kerffuffle #Rebound #Henious

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shadeysprings · 1 year

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Rebound - Finale

—DBF!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Your night of wallowing in your misery takes a different turn when your dad’s best friend bumps into you at the bar.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon undertones, oral sex with fingers at play, unprotected sex, age gap (around 20-25 years), kinda SoftDark!Joel but also nah, gaslighting, predatory vibes & pussy slapping. Use the warnings wisely and tread carefully.

A/N: We have reached the end—or have we? Either way, thank you to everyone that has been following this mini-series since the beginning. I do apologize for the late update as I am going through some rough patches atm. Still, thank you from the bottom of my heart and I hope to release more Joel/Pedro content for y'all soon!

Your feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy.❤️

— Previous Chapter

The sun shines through the window, its rays kissing your skin as the morning comes and greets the world. The birds chirp happily, their song being carried by the wind, soothing and peaceful, unlike your soul that continues to be plagued by the darkness and the formidable force that is Joel.

Your sleep was restless as the events of the evening kept playing in your head, giving you no serenity, no escape, only dread. Disbelief shrouds you, still finding it surreal that the man you knew for years and was trusted by your family would attack you and betray you in such a way. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

His snores echo through your bedroom. His naked chest pressed against your back. But the worst one of all, his cock remains inside of you, your inner thighs stained and sticky from his come, evidence of his depravity, a psychotic demonstration of his power and perverse desires for you. Your cunt aches, sore from his assault that you allowed helplessly, powerless to his strength and intent.

You force yourself not to cry, to not make a sound as the severity of your situation sinks in your bones. The last thing you want to do is wake him up and face the morning with his suffocating attention. To hear his words of faux concern that he knows what you need. And his fucked up head, he thinks—no, he believes that what you need is him.

So, you close your eyes and wish for sleep to visit you. You hope that he’s gone when you wake up and that everything that had happened would have all been a nightmare, one you can forget and push to the back of your head and never think of again.

But just as your eyes get heavy and your body reaches a point of calm, he stirs from behind you and you’re wide awake once more. His arm around you tightens, pulling you flush against his chest and you struggle to keep the reluctant moan from leaving your lips when you feel his cock throb against your pussy walls, his hips rolling against your own.

“Good morning, baby,” he says in a sleepy drawl, your body shivering when he presses a kiss on your bare shoulder, his beard bristling against your skin.

You don’t respond, hoping he would think you’re asleep and that he would leave you alone. But his hand begins to wander, your skin tingling when he grazes his fingertips against it before trapping a nipple between his fingers and giving it a rough pinch.

“I know you’re awake,” he groans.

His hips begin to move, slowly pulling back and then pushing in, his length rubbing against your sore cunt. And all at once, he traps you in his arms, a gasp pulled from your throat when he turns your head to have you face him when he looks down at you, his hand caging your jaw before he leans down to press a sloppy kiss against your lips.

His tempo then picks up, swallowing your moans when you feel him plunge his cock deeper. The hand previously on your breast travels south, caressing your stomach and you let out a yelp of surprise when he slaps your pussy, once, twice, then multiple times in quick succession, stopping all of a sudden only to press his finger against your clit and rolling against it roughly.

Your walls slicken at the touch and your back arches against his chest as the stimulation drenches over your entire being. Toes curling, hips bucking instinctively and your mind going blank, consumed by the pleasure you didn’t want—and all you could think about is reaching high for your peak and seeking that release.

“I feel your body aching for me, baby,” he groans on your cheek when you break the kiss, gasping heavily and whining when he turns on the bed and lays on his back, pulling you with him and having you rest on his chest.

With his knees positioned between yours, he spreads them apart with yours and his hand latches around your throat while the other sits gingerly against your cunt. Your body bends, teeth grinding as your body sings in ecstasy when he rams his cock against you, faster, harder, fucking you senseless, making your ass bounce against his thighs.

Strings of whimpers and moans slip past your lips as you beg for relief, his hand slapping once more against your cunt, your clit stinging in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your walls then clench around him, the pit of your stomach rolling, swirling as Joel continues to impale you, his thrusts frantic and erratic and you feel his hot breath spreading against your heated skin.

You then shout in pain when his teeth clamp on your shoulder, but it quickly subsides as the sensation only provokes the desire swimming deep in your core. He sucks on the patch of skin and then bites down, his tongue rolling around the prickling area before pressing a kiss on it.

“You’re mine, baby—” he growls and you choke when his fingers tighten around your neck. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

His words jolt fear into you with how possessive and feral he sounds. But such thoughts vanish as quickly as they came and you grab onto his arms when you feel the coil within you twisting tighter and tighter.

You focus on one thing, to reach your peak and you imagine Joel not being here, painting his face with another, with Alex’s, just to simply endure the torture he bestows upon you easier and find a sense of comfort amidst the whirlwind of this monstrosity.

Breath hitching and legs shaking, you let out a shout when the thread finally breaks and a blinding orgasm takes over, making your body stay still as your juices flow out of you in a rush, coating heavily on his cock. But his hips don’t relent and both his hands grab onto your waist as he pounds into you mercilessly. Though he doesn’t last much longer, slamming his cock deep within where he shudders and growls when he finally spills his seed.

The air is musky with the scent of sex as you both lay atop the mattress, chests heaving and exhaustion settling in. A whine trickles out from you when his hand finds purchase of your pussy once more, fingers playing with your clit before running his hand north and splaying his fingers wide against your stomach.

“You’re on the pill, right?” he asks out of the blue and panic quickly washes over you at the realization that he finished inside.

But before you could respond, he plants a kiss on your shoulder and then on your hair, whining when his cock slides out of your pussy and feeling your mixed essence drip down your inner thighs and to your ass.

“Well, even if you ain’t, we can get those morning-after pills later.” he says, amusement evident in his voice, both his arms wrapping around your body as he cages you to him. “Let’s just enjoy the morning for a little longer, shall we?”

Joel, as you’ve come to realize, is insatiable.

Relief filled you when he allowed you to clean up, happy to finally be away from him even if it was for a short while. Your feet were still stinging from the burns from the night before but you preferred it more than being with your captor.

But the respite you thought you had was taken away when the curtains flew open just as soon as the hot water hit your skin and Joel stepped inside the tub, feeling his arms wrap around your waist to pull you against him.

“I saw the pills,” he whispered in your ear, tears pooling in your eyes when you felt his cock stiff against the small of your back. “Glad to know we’re in the clear,” he added and proceeded to take you once more in the tight space.

You’re still in shock as to why he’s doing this, his words from last night ringing in your ears. It makes you question just how long he’s been thinking of you, seeing you in such a way and not as his best friend’s daughter. The thought makes you sick, knowing that he must have been waiting, preying on you without you even realizing it. Taking advantage of the times you both would bond with each other and wait for the opportunity to strike.

But his deviance is not what scares you but the fluctuation of his mood. He was rough and manipulative last night, blaming you for his actions. Yet, now, he's calm and all smiles, sitting in front of you on the bed, dressed only in his boxers and you in a nightshirt—foregoing the panties at his behest. A tray of toast, eggs, and bacon sits between you—something he’s prepared himself—a sweet and thoughtful gesture should the circumstances be different.

He bites on a piece of toast and you do nothing but stare at the food, questions swirling in your head. How will you escape him? Would you even be able to? What would happen if you told your dad what he did?

“You’re not eating.” his voice stops your train of thought and you look up at him, seeing the seriousness in his eyes. “Don’t you like it? I can make you something else.”

“No—this is fine,” you say with a strained smile, picking up a piece of bacon. “Thank you.” you bite into the shred of meat, forcing yourself to eat despite your lack of appetite. But you don’t want to displease him, you’ve seen the extent of his strength and anger.

He stares, hazel orbs intense and dark and you look away if only to keep away from his suffocating presence. But the bed moves and the tray of food is pushed aside, your eyes blinking when his hand appears in your line of sight. You hesitate for a second but immediately place your hand in his when you hear the low growl he makes. He tugs you and you follow him with reluctance, taking a seat on his lap as he directs.

Back resting on his naked and damp chest, you try not to pull away when he nuzzles his nose on the crook of your neck, an arm wrapping around your waist while the other rests over your thigh and kneads on the flesh.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” he says, more of a command than a request and you say nothing. He continues, “So that you’re not surrounded by memories of that chump ex of yours. Understand?”

You swallow thickly, afraid to utter a word but the way his fingers dig painfully into the meat of your thigh has you hissing and you acquiesce to his demands with a nod.

“Things are going to be different from now on, baby,” he whispers and you whimper when his hand slips between your thighs, finger tickling your skin before cupping your naked heat, and his thumb slowly pushes down against your sensitive bud. “No more wasted tears,” he murmurs, your hand grabbing his wrist when he starts rolling the pad of his thumb against your clit. “No more broken heart.”

You sniff and try to close your legs, to stop him. But he pinches your stomach and you bite your lip to suppress a cry, succumbing once more to his desires.

“I’ll give you everything you need,” he growls low and you stiffen against his chest when his finger teases your slit, the tears falling down your face when he pushes it past your folds and into your cunt, fucking you slowly.

“I love you, baby. Always have and always will.” Shivers run up your spine when he kisses your ear and whispers once more, his words sealing your fate. “And no one will ever take you away from me.”

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