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The First Taste

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You meet Joel, your dad's best friend, for the first time after your dad begged you to join them at the lake to keep Sarah company. Both you and Joel become fascinated by each other the moment the two of you met.

Warnings: SMUT!!! DUB CON, heavy sexual tension, drug usage (weed only), petnames, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 21), masturbation (F and M), fingering, voyerism, daddy kink, dom!Joel, Joel is a perv and an asshole, cursing, swimming??, no outbreak

Song inspo (feel free to read if you want): The First Taste by Fiona Apple

PART 2 PART 3

A/N: This takes place four years before Blow My Load, but can be read as a standalone.

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"Dad, I thought it was supposed to be a "boy's trip," and the last time I checked, I am not a boy." You point at your body as you tell your dad. For some reason, he is begging you to come to the lake with him and his friends the day before they leave. "Why won't you just tell me why you want me to go? And maybe I'll give you an answer."

You finally got him to crack.

Your dad let out a defeated sigh as he scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit your dad was about to say. "Well, you see, honey, one of the guys couldn't get a babysitter for his kid, and I offered you to keep her company." He winced.

And there it is. The thing he was holding back from you

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. You really couldn't believe this shit. "Are you serious, dad? I refuse to babysit some random kid because you offered me up without even asking me first!" You exclaimed at him. "I don't even know a damn thing about this kid."

"Look, I know it was wrong for me to do that, sweetheart, but I swear Sarah is a good kid. Most of the time she has her headphones in and minds her business." He tries to reason with you, almost pleading with you. You began to feel bad for blowing up on him like that, but it really did piss you off that you had to watch someone else's kid. "I'll even pay you."

This weekend, you planned on doing nothing but self-care. You wanted to do nothing but stay home, watch movies, get a mani and pedi, go get a massage, drink, and maybe even play with the new toy you just bought yourself at Spencers.

You feel yourself giving into your dad; it wasn't the money that made you say yes, but the fact that he always found a way to make you feel bad, even if he didn't mean to do it. "Ugh, fine!" You scoff as you turn to look away from him. From the corner of your eye, you can see his body perk up.

Your dad lets out a sigh of relief, saying, "Thank you so much, sweetheart! You're such a lifesaver; you know that, right?" He slaps your shoulder playfully, causing you to shrug it off and narrow your eyes at him playfully as well.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How old is your friend's daughter, anyway?" You asked him, unfazed by it all.

"I think she's around 14?" Your dad said cluelessly. "Not too bad, right? I'm sure that you can find something to talk about with her."

It wasn't that bad, but what the fuck would you, a 21-year-old, have in common with a 14–15-year-old girl?

"I guess. I'm gonna start getting my stuff all packed up," You tell him as you turn around to go up to your room.

"Alright, sweetheart, and thanks again!" He exclaims to you as you make your way farther up the steps.

"Yup!" You yell it out dismissively.

As much as you hated the circumstances, you were happy you were finally able to get away for a little bit.

...

It was the next day, and you were tired as hell after only getting four hours of sleep. You had spent all night packing and stressing about what you were going to wear. It wasn't like you were trying to impress anyone, but this was your first time meeting your dad's friends, and you wanted to look decent.

You had left it up to your dad to pack your things into the car as you were too tired to do anything besides shower, put your clothes on, and lay back down for a little until it was time to go. As you lay face down on the bed, knocked out, you heard your dad knock on the door. "Hey, kiddo, are you ready to head out?" He asked you as he stood at the door.

You slowly sit up on your bed as you yawn and stretch your arms over your head. "Yeah, let me just get up and grab my purse and stuff."

"Got it." Your dad says this before turning around and making his way downstairs.

After moments of sitting on your bed, stairing into space, you got up, grabbed your purse, and began to leave your room. However, on your way to the door, you see the pouch that contained your weed and weed paraphernalia. You hesitantly swiped it from your dresser, dropped it into your bag, and went downstairs.

If the men got to have their fun, why couldn't you?

Once you get to the last step, you hear your dad saying bye to someone on the phone before turning to you. "My buddy, Joel, just got to the lake house, so we should start headin' out." He says this as he grabs his keys and motions for you to follow him to the door.

After making sure the security alarm was set and locking the door, the two of you were finally on your two-hour journey to the lake house.

...

You and your dad finally made it to the lake house. It was a three story house that sat on top of a hill, surrounded by nothing but trees.

You and your dad hop out of the car and start bringing your bags to the front door. All of a sudden, the moment you sat the last bag down and brought your fist up to knock at the door, it swung open, revealing a man who looked to be in his early 30s with short, dark, curly hair.

Beside him was a woman with long locs, smiling warmly at you. Meanwhile, the man looked at you with confusion, trying to piece together who you were. You looked familiar to him, but he couldn't put a name to your face.

"Tommy!" Your dad said loudly behind you. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he greeted him. Tommy's eyes moved to look behind you at your dad, and his eyes lit up.

"Oh man, y'all come on in!" He opened the door wider as he and the unnamed woman moved out of the way to allow you to walk in first, followed by your dad. "I'll grab the rest of the bags out there." Tommy says.

Tommy brought the bags in as your dad greeted the lady. "Hey, Maria!" He asked her as he gave her a side hug. "I didn't know you were gonna be joining us this weekend as well."

So that was her name.

"I didn't think I was going to be joining either. Tommy invited me last minute, so I just decided to take some time off of work," She replies back.

They stood near the entrance as they began to get deeper into the conversation, talking about God knows what, leaving you standing there awkwardly as you watched them. You decided to take that moment to observe the room. Even though the house was spacious, it still had a cozy feel to it.

As you were in your own world, your dad gently slapped his hand on your shoulder unexpectedly. "And this young lady right here is my daughter." He smiles at the two as Maria and Tommy turn their attention to you.

"Nice to meet you, kid," He says as he offers his hand to shake yours, which you accept. You shake hands with him before dropping them to your side. Tommy then points to Maria. "This is my wife, Maria."

You shake hands with her as well while you tell them your name. "It's so great to meet you two!" You beam at the couple.

They begin to ask you a series of questions about yourself, such as what university you attended, what your major was, and so on, to which you gladly answer.

However, in the midst of your conversation, your words are abruptly interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. "And here comes my asshole brother, Joel, and my niece, Sarah," Tommy says to you, prompting both you and your dad to look behind you. You can hear Maria let out a loud laugh at Tommy's words.

Your eyes immediately focused on him as he got closer to you, not even paying attention to the fact that his daughter was right behind him as well.

The man named Joel had short, dark, curly hair like Tommy’s; the only difference is that he is a lot shorter, and the roots of his hair were slightly gray at his temples. Joel also had a patchy beard with a thick mustache. He has this rugged and mysterious look to him that completely enraptures you.

He and your dad greet each other, giving a quick bro hug and pulling away. Joel then turns to you, and you feel your hands quiver. His dark, dominant eyes intensify the intimidating aura that surrounds him, yet it still makes him even more interesting to you.

Holy hell, you think to yourself. This man is so fucking fine.

You continued to stare at Joel, saying absolutely nothing, until you realized that he was giving you a confused look as if he were waiting for something. Your eyes darted down, and you realized that he had his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you went to shake his hand.

"Joel," was all he said as the two of you shook hands before he let go and discreetly rubbed his hands into his shirt. You could feel yourself shrink with embarrassment as he did this. Not only did he not even give you a chance to introduce yourself, but he wiped his hands after shaking yours.

What a fucking jerk! Tommy was right; he is an asshole.

You quickly snapped out of your feelings when you realized that Sarah was now in front of you. She wore a pink crop top and jean shorts, while her curly hair was placed in a low ponytail.

She suddenly brings you in for a hug with a massive smile on her face, catching you off guard. Nonetheless, you still happily return the hug.

"I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you!" Unlike Joel, Sarah was a lot more friendly with you. She had this radiant energy to her that made you wonder where she got it from because it definitely wasn't from Joel's grumpy ass. You tell her your name.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sarah!" I return a smile back to her. She seems like the sweetest 14-year-old you've ever met. "I think we're gonna get along just fine this weekend."

"We sure are!"" She agrees.

"Sarah, sweetheart, how've you been?" Your dad asked her.

As your dad began to talk to Sarah, you decided to check Joel out while he listened to the conversation, occasionally putting in his two cents. Unlike the rest of the group, Joel wore a dark gray shirt, jeans, and some boots.

How is he not hot?

I mean, he is hot, but I meant temperature-wise, you think, causing yourself to let out a low chuckle.

You guess you said that out loud because Joel’s head, along with Maria's, Sarah's, and Tommy's, suddenly snapped over to you with eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Your dad's voice slowly began to fade when he saw the mortified expression on Sarah's face.

"Wait, what happened?" Your dad asked cluelessly as he looked around the group. He was so in his own world that he didn't hear what you said. Thank-fucking-goodness. "Everyone just stopped talking all of a sudden."

"Nothing!" You quickly tell him as you give him a disengenious smile before looking at everyone else. Sarah looked embarrassed for you, as Tommy and Maria still looked shocked. You get a glimpse of Joel as you wince in embarrassment and close your eyes; he had this smug look on his face.

You gathered that Tommy obviously loves to fuck around with people because he let out a stifled laugh, causing his wife to slap his arm and tell him to shut up.

You just wanted to die right then and there. This is now the second time today you've embarrassed yourself in front of this sexy ass man.

Your dad, being the clueless person he is, continues on with whatever he is talking about, not even realizing that no one is paying attention to him. Maria interrupts your dad as she clears her throat to catch your attention. She had a sympathetic look on her face. "Sweetie, your room is on the second floor next to, uh, Joel's, if you wanna get settled in," She offered to you. "We're going to head out to the lake and start putting some things on the grill around 2 or so." You just nodded your head because you were too afraid to speak.

"Hey, Joel?" Tommy looked at his brother with a teasing look on his face. "Why don't you go show her to her room, yeah?" He nods his head in the direction of the staircase.

You wished that you could just punch Tommy across the face at this very moment.

"Umm yeah..." Joel agrees slowly as he gives Tommy a dirty look before glancing at you. "Follow me," You nodded your head and grabbed your purse and other bags. As you followed Joel, the group quietly picked up their conversation again.

Without saying a word to each other, you and Joel arrive in the room. He steps aside, allowing you to enter, and turns around to make his way down the hallway to go back downstairs, but you quickly stopped him before he could get any further. "Hey, I'm sorry about what happened down there." You apologized to him. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything."

Joel just turns around and gives you a small smirk. "Oh, darlin', I'm far from uncomfortable. I'm actually flattered...more than flattered as a matter of fact." He winks at you before departing down the hallway, leaving you shocked.

You were somewhat relieved that Joel wasn't disgusted by you, but it still didn't help with your embarrassment as much as you hoped it would.

You scanned the room, taking in the room that you were going to be spending your weekend sleeping in. The walls were painted a light gray. There was a queen-sized bed that looked really comfortable and had bedside tables on each side as well as a TV, which was mounted onto the wall opposite the bed. There was a door that led to a balcony. You could see an overview of the calm lake and the tall trees. It was a beautiful view.

...

It's been a while since you went downstairs with everyone. You were still so embarrassed by the incident this morning that you decided to spend most of your time scrolling through social media and catching up with your college friends. The only time you came out of the room was to go to the bathroom.

You eventually rolled out of bed and worked up the courage to join everyone.

After changing your clothes that you had on earlier and putting on your swim suit, you slipped on your oversized shirt, put on some waterproof mascara, and put on some lip gloss.

You made sure to grab your sunglasses, put on your flip-flops, and jogged down the steps.

Once you got down there, you realized that Maria was in the kitchen. You headed towards her, quickly greeting her. "Hi, Maria," You say while positioning yourself behind the chairs on the island. She was gathering something that she needed to put outside.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Maria happily greets you back with a smile as she turns her attention to you. "How're you feeling?" She asked you gingerly as she looked at you with sympathy. Her goal wasn't to embarrass you; she truly wanted to know if you were okay after earlier.

You felt yourself begin to get flustered. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking." You sheepishly replied. You avoided her eyes, beginning to feel awkward.

"Of course. They're out in the back; you should join them." She points to the sliding door. You just nodded your head and made your way to the door. Before you went out there, you stood there looking outside. You could see Joel's tall figure standing over the grill as he flipped the meat and sipped on his beer.

You felt yourself getting nervous just looking at him.

You then looked and saw your dad helping Joel take the food off the grill and start to place it on the table. Meanwhile, Sarah and Tommy sat at the table, talking to each other. Whatever Tommy had said made them let out loud laughs, causing Joel quickly turned around, let out a chuckle, and shook his head. He then went back to putting things on the rest of the food on the serving platter.

His smile is so gorgeous, it almost takes your breath away.

"Are you going out, sweetheart?" Maria asked behind you, startling you. You had forgotten that she was still here.

You turned to her as you began to stammer over your words and realized that her hands were full with plasticware and plates. "Do you need me to help you take those?" You asked her without even answering her question.

"I do actually," She just looked at you with a questionable look before speaking up again. "Can you just grab the forks and spoons from the top and place them on the table out there, please?" She asked. You grabbed the utensils before turning back around and opening the door.

They didn't notice you at first until Sarah caught sight of you and loudly called out your name as you got closer, causing Joel to look over at you as he closed the grill's top.

"Sarah!" You exclaimed dramatically. Once you reached the table, you sat the plasticware down and went over to sit next to her.

You noticed that her hair was wet and that she was wrapped in a towel. "What've you been up to, girlfriend?" You asked her as you sat down in the seat.

"Nothing much; I just took a quick dip in the lake, and now I am starving," Sarah whined out as she looked over at her dad, who was coming over with the food.

You can hear the sound of Joel's heavy feet approaching behind you and stopping at the free seat at the end of the table, which was next to you. He first put the food in the middle of the table, then plopped himself down. We all began to put things on our plates and begin eating.

Tommy grumbled something about starving, causing Sarah to make a joke about how he was always starving. In reply, Tommy stuck his tongue out at the young girl in a teasing manner.

As Joel ate, he was manspreading under the table. You could feel his hairy, bare leg graze against yours, making you move your leg away. Joel wiped his mouth with the napkin, took a sip of his beer, and looked at you with a blank stare, not saying anything.

You decided to speak up and compliment him on the food. "Joel, this is really good," You smile. Everyone hummed in agreement as they ate.

"Why thank you, darlin'?" Joel says, going back to eating.

...

After eating, we all sat there with our tummies full as we sat around talking about whatever came to mind. That was until Sarah ran into the house without saying a word.

"Oh goodness, that girl." He sat back as he watched his daughter running around the house through the sliding door before running back outside with a box of Uno cards.

"Who wants to play?" She asked the whole table as she ran to her seat and plopped down.

We all agreed. She began to shuffle the cards, dealt them out to everyone, and then set up the game. It first started with you, Joel, Maria, Tommy, then your dad, and lastly Sarah.

Sarah was the first one to get Uno, even though she had the most cards at one point. We all accused her of cheating, which she was quick to deny. No one at the table believed her, especially Tommy and Maria. She just rolled her eyes and helped your dad while he was stuck figuring out which cards to play next.

While the two silently argued about which card was the best, you looked over at Joel and saw that all his cards were showing. You looked around and noticed that no one was paying attention to his cards. Tommy and Maria were sitting there watching your dad and Sarah.

"You're bleedin', Joel," you whisper to him as you point to his card. His face scrunched up with confusion as to what you meant. He looked down at himself and saw no blood.

"What, sugar? I ain't bleedin' anywhere," He said as he tried to recall if he had maybe scraped himself anywhere, but it wasn't coming to him. You couldn't help, but laugh at his confusion.

"It means your cards are showing, Joel." You giggled at him as he chuckled a bit and put his cards up so that he wasn't "bleeding" anymore.

"That's so stupid, who taught you that?" You just shrugged your shoulders at his question and looked back over to see if your dad had finally picked up his card yet.

"Oh my gosh, this isn't rocket science, dad! Just pick a card already!" You exclaimed it, causing everyone to laugh.

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!" Your dad waved you off as he went back to silently arguing with Sarah about which card to choose.

The game got drawn out longer than it was supposed to because every other minute someone (usually Tommy) would start arguing about another person cheating. And in the end, Tommy lost the game.

We put the cards away as everyone except for Maria decided to hang out by the dock and take a swim. She said something about having to get on the phone with a client of hers, but she would come join us when she was done and would bring popsicles.

You and Sarah walked in front of your dad, Joel, and Tommy until you yelled out, "Beat you there!" to Sarah as you both haphazardly ran down the steps to get to the dock.

"You girls, be careful down those stairs now! Don't want y'all gettin' hurt," Joel yells out from behind. The two of you don't respond or slow down; you just keep giggling and running. Joel had to suppress a smile from appearing on his face. It brought him joy to hear how much fun Sarah was having with you.

Once you make it to the dock, Sarah flings off her towel and jumps into the lake with a squiel before she goes under water and floates back up. You quickly kick off your flip flops, throw your sunglasses down, and take off your shirt. Unlike Sarah, you didn't jump into the water, you sat down on the dock and scooched into the water.

Oh, come on! You should've jumped in!" She says this to you as she splashes you with water. You splashed her back.

"I'm too afraid, Sar-bear!" You yelled out to her, and she gasped. The men appeared from the concrete steps just as she did so. Joel dropped the towels in his arms before walking over in front of us, while your dad and Tommy moved to the other side of the dock with their beers and their folding chairs.

"Dad, can you believe that she's too afraid to jump into the water?" Sarah yells out to her dad.

He looked down at you from the dock with his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Really? It's not that scary, sweetheart," He tells you.

"Then how about you get in, Joel?" You say to him without even thinking.

"Yeah, come on, dad. Get in and show her how it's done!" Sarah yells out as she encourages her dad to get in.

You watched Joel as he took off his shoes and shirt, all while keeping his eyes on you. You couldn't help but suck in a breath and bite your bottom lip when he pulled off his shirt. You got a glimpse of his shirtless chest. Joel wasn't the most muscular man, but whatever his job was, it kept him fit, and you loved it. Your eyes quickly scanned over his neck, then his broad shoulders.

Those damn shoulders of his. You wished you could hold onto them as you rode on his co-

Your thoughts were abruptly shattered when Joel took a big leap into the lake, causing a splash of water to hit your face and go up your nose. You tried to make an attempt at turning your head, but it was too late. You coughed as you tried to clear the water from your lungs. As you do so, Joel comes up from beneath the water.

He gasped as he allowed the air back into his lungs and used his big hands to wipe his face. Once he noticed that you were coughing, he quickly swam over to you with a look of concern.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked you as you let out one last cough and nodded your head. He brought his hand up to stroke the side of your head and gave you this tender look before pulling away when he noticed that Sarah was coming over.

If it were just you and Joel on the lake, he would've probably pulled you into his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

Even though he had just gotten into the lake, Joel decided to get out before he did something that he would regret.

"Alright, girls. I'm gonna get out now." He says more to Sarah than to you. Once again, you just nodded your head at him. You knew that if you spoke, you'd embarrass yourself again.

"Wha-Dad! You literally just got in." She tries to convince him, but he just shook his head and grabbed onto the rails. He pulls himself up with a grunt and walks onto the dock.

"I'll get back in in a little bit." He dismissed her as he went to get a towel.

Sarah began to say something to you as she swam around you, but you were too focused on Joel to listen to what she was saying. She was too busy talking to notice that you weren't listening. Your attention was stuck on Joel, and his wet shorts stuck to his surprisingly nice ass. He then turns around as he dries off. Your eyes drifted down and widening when you saw his bulge. You were taken aback by the sight.

Oh my god, you thought to yourself.

You looked back up at his face to realize that Joel was already staring at you and smirking while he wrapped the towl around his waist.

Oh fuck!

He obviously saw you staring at his cock because he was fucking smirking.

Joel walked over to have a seat with his brother and your dad. You diverted your attention back to Sarah, acting as if you knew what she was talking about. You just nodded your head a couple of times, and she believed it, but again, your mind drifted.

You were thinking about her dad; snap out of it for Christ's sake.

For the rest of your time at the lake, you refused to look at Joel. And just as promised, Maria finally joined you all about an hour later with the popsicles she said she would bring. Once we ate them, Maria convinced the other adults to have a swim in the lake, to which they all agreed after some groans and pressure from her and Sarah.

...

After spending most of the afternoon outside, everyone went off to do their own thing. Sarah decided to take a shower and then go to sleep while your dad, Tommy, and Maria opted to go out to a bar that a local had told them about, and Joel refused to go out tonight because he said that he was beat from the lake. As for you, you took a quick shower and decided to watch the sunset on the balcony that was connected to your room and smoke.

Before slipping onto the balcony, you grabbed a preroll and a lighter from the pouch, your headphones, and a water bottle from the bed.

When you first got here, you didn't notice that there was a door connected to the balcony that led to Joel's room. However, the sheer curtains were closed, so you could only assume that he was asleep, meaning it was safe for you to smoke without him seeing you. You sat down on the lounge chair, put your headphones on, turned on some music, and began your session.

After two hits of the preroll, you felt the effects of the weed. Your body began to relax, and your eyelids felt slightly heavy. As you continued smoking, you couldn't escape the thought of Joel. You know that he is your dad's friend, and you would never think to go after him, but you have to admit that he is an attractive older man. Just your type.

You barely spoke to him throughout the couple of hours you had been there, yet you could tell the type of man he was. He is very reserved, doesn't speak unless spoken to, and likes to observe. Joel is respectful, but he didn't take shit from anyone. It was very visible that he was protective of not only Sarah but also Tommy.

Everything about him drew you in more and more.

With a few more hits of your preroll, you see a figure standing in the corner of your eye just a few feet away from you, causing you to quickly pull off your headphones and flick the preroll from your fingers and off the balcony. You look over to see Joel watching you with his eyebrows frowned and his hands on his hips. Your eyes widen with shock.

"Shit! I mean, hey, Joel..." You smile up at him awkwardly, trying to seem as sober as possible. "What are you doing out here?" You asked him in a sickly sweet voice. He continues to stare at you before answering.

"I just came out here to check on you. Heard you out here, so I decided to see what you were up to." Joel grumbles as he switches his weight to his other foot.

You prayed that Joel didn't know you were out here smoking weed; your dad would kill you if he heard about you doing this. Little did you know that your attempt would be a complete failure. As soon as Joel walked outside, he could smell the smoke and aroma of weed. He could also see your bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, yknow, nothing much really, just out here enjoying the view and listening to music!" You say this while waving your hand, gesturing to the view in front of both of you. You visibly cringe after this sentence because, even though it was the truth, it wasn't the full truth. He seemed to buy it, so you relaxed a bit.

"Mm, you enjoyed yourself today?" he asked.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun today. Sarah definitely made it fun for me, she's amazing." You admitted to him, and it was true. His daughter was truly a joy to be around.

"Yeah," He laughs out as he looks out at the sunset, his handsome smile threatening to appear on his face. "She's amazing, for sure." He whispers. You can't help but smile at his words. It was refreshing to see that there was someone who was able to crack his hard exterior.

A silence falls over the two of you before he speaks up again. "Y'know, when we were walking back to the car after the lake, she talked about you the whole time. I couldn't shut up about how much cooler you are than Tommy and me." He scoffs as he rolls his eyes playfully and folds his arms to his chest. His confession made you laugh so hard that you couldn't stop, which caused him to laugh as well.

"I mean, she isn't wrong." You teasingly say it to him, causing him to shake his head.

"Yeah-fuckin'-right, darlin'. I can be cool, too."

"Mmhmm.." You reply back to him as you turn your head to look back at the view. However, Joel's eyes remained on you, but you didn't mind too much.

Once again, silence fell over you two. You wanted to look back at Joel, but you knew that if you looked at him in the eyes, your heart would beat out of your chest.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Joel?" You asked him without looking at him.

"What?" Joel asked.

Was he that engrossed in my face that he wasn't even paying attention, or were you not loud enough?

You suppress your laugh as you turn your head to look at him again. "I asked if you enjoyed yourself today." He quickly snaps out of his trance and looks away.

"Oh, yeah, it was enjoyable for the most part, sweetie," Joel sighs out. You said nothing else after this.

You didn't realize it until now, but you were starting to grow tired from the weed. You also wanted a snack.

"Well, I'm going to head back in, maybe fall asleep to a movie or something." You tell him as you grab your belongings, get up from the chair, and walk to the door.

"Alright," He says as he watches every step you take. "And one last thing, darlin'," You stop with your hand on the doorknob and look up at Joel as you wait to hear what he has to say. With a mix of your high and the nervousness you were feeling because of Joel, your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point.

"You don't gotta lie to me, sweet girl. You know that, right?" He says lowly as he motioned to his eyes.

Fuck!

Your body tenses up, and you freeze. You decided to play dumb, even though you were caught. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Joel," You say as you let out a nervous laugh. Your eyes shifted to the ground, avoiding eye contact with Joel like a guilty puppy.

"Oh, no need to play stupid with me, sweet girl; I won't tell your daddy." Something about the way he said these words made you want him so bad; it was almost like he was teasing you.

You felt your walls crumbling, no longer feeling the need to lie to him. "You swear, Joel?" You asked him as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

Joel wished that you would look at him with those pretty eyes while you were on your knees, pleading and begging for him to feed you his cock. In all honesty, he'd give you the world if you asked for it with that look. You made Joel feel something he hasn't felt for a woman in years, and he was willing to do just about anything to have you. However, he could tell you weren't ready for that yet, but he knew in due time he'd have you.

"You have my word, darlin'," He nods his head. "Just don't lie to me again," Joel tells you as he points a finger.

You frantically nod your head in agreement as you bite your lip. "I won't do it again, Joel."

All Joel could think about was how obedient you are, so eager to please him and do as he says. He could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts as he looked at your bare thighs and had these thoughts. Not once did you realize that Joel was checking you out.

Oh, how badly Joel wanted to grab your chin and kiss those lips of yours. He kept reminding himself that he needed to be patient.

"Good." He says before speaking up again. "You should go inside, darlin', maybe get some rest." Joel insisted as he made his way to the door and gave you one last look before walking inside, leaving you outside by yourself.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment as you think about your interaction with Joel. You weren't sure if it was just you thinking too much into the interaction, but you felt like there was some sexual tension between you and Joel.

Any time you're around him, nervousness takes over, and a sense of yearning aches deep in your bones.

You needed him badly.

"Don't," You say to yourself. "Don't fucking think about it." You say it lowly as you try to shake the thoughts out of your head.

Joel is off limits; he's your dad's best friend.

You realized how crazy you must look standing at the door thinking about Joel, so you went inside.

Once you entered the room, you noticed that it was a little too warm in there for your liking, so you decided to leave the balcony door cracked to get some fresh air.

You put your things away, got into bed, and watched a movie on the TV across the room.

...

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but you did during the movie without even realizing it. You felt very discombobulated, so you sat in the dark for a few minutes. Your clothes felt disgusting on your body as you sweated through them, and your throat was dry.

You quickly got out of bed, slipped off your clothes, got back into bed, and took a sip of the water bottle that lay next to you. During this, you got a glimpse of the digital clock that sat on the bedside table. It read 12:48.

The house was quiet. You were sure that Maria, Tommy, and your dad were back from the bar by now and asleep. Sarah and Joel were probably sleeping as well.

You laid back down on the bed, pushing away the uncomfortable blanket, leaving your body bare. You should have gotten up to close the door because if Joel were to come to your balcony door, he'd surely get a glimpse of your naked body. However, you were still sleepy and a little high, so you lacked the motivation to get up.

It really didn't matter anyway; he's probably still sleeping.

You had laid restless in the bed, constantly flipping the pillows to get the cool side and changing positions, but you still couldn't sleep. You decided to lay on your stomach; it helped you fall asleep sometimes.

You knew one thing that would definitely make you fall asleep, but with a particular someone lingering in your thoughts, it felt wrong. It is completely wrong to have these thoughts about him.

He's way too old for you, and he's your dad's best friend.

Though you tried your best to resist these thoughts, you couldn't help yourself.

Fuck it, it's not like I'm gonna actually fuck him, you think to yourself.

You were suddenly taken back to earlier, when you first laid eyes on him. Those eyes and the curve of his nose. You wanted nothing more than to feel his beautiful nose rub against your clit while he ate you out.

Or when he shook your hands and you felt those thick, rough fingers against your smooth hands.

You were sure that Joel knew how to use them very well.

Subconsciously, your hips had bucked into the bed, trying to get friction onto your clit causing the headboard to hit against the wall ever-so-slightly.

"Shit!" You cursed out loud, hoping that Joel didn't hear. Your heart was pounding at the thought of being caught by him, but your pussy dripped with your wetness.

You waited a couple seconds until you took your hand from underneath the pillow and slowly moved it between the bed and your body, allowing your finger tips to graze against your pussy. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. Your arousal ran down your fingers, to your knuckles, and onto the bed.

What you didn't know was that Joel wasn't even in his room; he was sitting out on the balcony. He had been sitting out there for about an hour or so because he couldn't sleep, not with you on his mind, so he decided to sit out there and bore himself to death until he got some sleep. When he first came outside, he checked on you and saw that you were knocked out. The room was dark, and the only thing that brought some light to the room was the bright moonlight reflecting over the lake.

As Joel got up to check on you one last time before he went back to his room, he heard you let out a whimper. He slowly walked to your balcony door so that he wouldn't scare you in case you were having a nightmare, but that wasn't the case at all. Again, Joel heard you let out another noise.

First, you sharply gasped, then moaned out, "Oh, Fuck!"

Joel became more intrigued with whatever was going on in your room because it became very apparent that you weren't having a nightmare. In fact, it didn't even sound like you were sleeping anymore.

Like a thief in the night, Joel peered through the door that was half open. What he saw before him could've brought him to his knees.

You were lying down on your stomach, fully naked on the bed. He noticed that with your right hand, you were touching yourself. Joel wasn't hard before, but he's definitely hard now. He felt as his cock strained against the fabric of his shorts.

Joel knew it was wrong to watch you masturbate without knowing, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. It had been nearly two years since the last time he had been sexually active, and quite honestly, it was catching up to him at that very moment. He had been so busy with everything in his life that sex was the last thing on his mind until now.

As Joel watched you hump your hips into your fingers, you were imagining a shirtless Joel sat up on the bed, with you sitting in between his legs. Your legs would be wide open, propped up over his, as you allowed his calloused middle and ring finger to collect your arousal from between your folder and rub it into your clit. With his deep Texas accent, he would be whispering into your ear about how much of a good girl you are and how wet you were for him. Your head would be laid on his sexy, broad shoulders as your eyes rolled with pleasure. You imagined that as he played with your clit, his other hand would touch your breast and quickly tweak your nipples as they continued going up and firmly wrapping around your neck.

You were so caught up in your thoughts and pleasure that you hadn't realized that you were moaning out Joel's name.

"J-Joel, please," You quivered out quietly enough so that you weren't too loud, but loud enough for Joel to hear. "I'll be good, p-please, daddy." You followed up.

Even though you thought that Joel was in the next room over (which he wasn't) and there were other people in the house, you still continued to touch yourself as the headboard faintly knocked against the wall.

Yet you were so blissfully unaware of it all. So unaware of the fact that Joel was standing right outside the door, watching you rubbing yourself completely nude, and unaware that Joel had pulled his cock out while he watched and listened to you.

Joel didn't care that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't care that watching you, this freshly 21-year-old, masturbate without your knowledge was bad.

The sounds of your panting, moans, and dirty talk made him want to walk right into the room and give you the pleasure you needed.

Joel has always been a selfish lover when it came to the bedroom; he liked to be the one who was dominant and always took control. He could tell you needed someone like him to fulfill your desires—not some foolish 20-something year old, but a real man.

As you continued to grind against your fingers, Joel saw how your ass moved back and forth. He wanted to spank you for being such a naughty girl. Touching yourself without asking for his permission. He would remind you that only slutty, bad girls did that.

He jerked his cock at the same speed as your hips moved. "Oh my god, daddy!" You moaned into the pillow, causing it to be muffled. The thrusting of your hips had sped up. You were on the cusp of cumming, but that changed when you suddenly pulled your hands from between your legs and got up to change positions.

You were now lying on your back with your legs bent up to your chest as far as they could go. Using the hand you just used to grind up against, you bring your middle and ring fingers to your mouth. You began to suckle on them intensely, pretending they were Joel's fingers. You could taste yourself as you did so.

A minute later, you pop your fingers out of your mouth and bring them down to your pussy. As you sink your fingers inside yourself, you can feel the wetness, allowing you to slip deeper into your tight hole. You squirmed as you felt a little discomfort due to your fingers. You decided to slowly thrust your fingers in and out, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling. With your free hand, you brought it up to your mouth to muffle your soft whines.

Oh, my baby, she can barely take her own fingers, Joel thought as he watched you.

To Joel's surprise, you still didn't see him standing by the door, hastily jerking himself off at the sight of you. It wasn't like he was being discreet about it either. He was almost fully through the door at that point. Your eyes were closed as you fingered yourself.

Finally, you were able to adjust to your fingers. As you picked up the speed, Joel could hear the wet, slick sounds coming from your pussy all the way across the room. Hearing this only heightens the pleasure for him.

"Joel, I'm-oh my god-I'm gonna cum!" You moaned lowly.

Joel wanted to be the one to make you cry, but he knew he couldn't at that moment.

Your messy wetness had allowed your fingers to go deeper inside, causing you a certain spot. Your legs shuddered as your finger tips grazed the spot. In a 'come here' motion, you continued to hit the spot over and over again. "Fuck! That's it, baby. Keep going just like that." You purred out.

Joel convulsed at the way you said these words. He was ready to cum at any moment, but he wanted to cum with you.

With his hand still rapidly moving up and down his length, he finally heard your release.

"Yes! I'm cumming all over your fingers, Joel!" You moaned a little louder this time. Joel could hear you breathing hard as you continued to ramble about how good it felt.

Instantly, Joel was cumming. He withheld his groans and grunts as the hot cum hit the palm of his other hand. Instead, he was breathing hard through his nose, hoping to God that you couldn't hear him.

Finally, your orgasm began to die down. "Oh my god," You sighed out blissfully, as you pulled your finger from your pussy. Your legs moved from your chest and you dropped down on the bed. You were still trying to catch your breath. With his mind still cloudy from cumming so hard, when Joel saw you move your legs, he thought that you were going to get off the bed, causing him to panic and move away from the door so that you couldn't see him.

You could feel the cum webbing between your two fingers. You decided that you wanted a look, so you opened your eyes and brought your hand close to your face. You could see the bright moonlight illuminate your cum. You'd never come so hard. Not with any of your hookups, let alone when you masturbated.

You felt spent after that, but you needed to get up to clean yourself off. You decided to rest your eyes a bit before getting up, but without even realizing it, you had dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

Less than five minutes later, Joel heard light snores coming from your room, so he decided that it was safe to look again. You were dead to the world. Joel saw your limp hand hanging off the bed—the same one you had used to fuck yourself with. He could see the wetness gleaming on your fingers. He wanted to come over them and suck your cum off of your fingers, but he stopped himself.

The post-nut clarity had hit Joel, and he realized that he must've looked like a creep with his cock out while he watched you sleep. So he closed your balcony door and headed back into the house to wash the cum from his hands.

Joel knew that he would have you one day; it didn't matter how long it took for him to get you. He would get you right where he wanted you eventually.

...

You woke up feeling like a brand new person that morning. Your limbs felt loose, and you felt like you could conquer the world.

You could feel the sun on your naked body as you rose out of bed to stretch. The sounds of people moving around let you know that everyone was awake.

You suddenly realized that the balcony door was now closed. You don't remember getting up to clean yourself, and you definitely don't remember ever getting up to close the door.

Realization had hit you hard, and your heart dropped.

Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

There was no way anyone could have come into your room because you had locked the bedroom door. However, Joel had access to the shared balcony.

He was the only one who could've closed that door.

Whatever, you were going to enjoy yourself this weekend and act like nothing happened.

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A/N: I had a lot of trouble writing this for some reason, but next one is going to be a lot better. I got so much planned already hehe

#smut #the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #neighbor!joel #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #dads best friend #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel miller x reader #dbf!joel x you

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

my favorite shameless lines:

carl: a shrink at school said i’m one of god’s mistakes.

debbie: you can't beat karate when it comes to regulated, sanctioned violence for children.

kevin: she’s so mysterious. she’s like the sphinx. part-cat, part whatever-the-fuck.

mickey: you came all the way down here to talk about my pubes?

ian: welcome to the predictable consequences of using crystal meth.

frank: i am whatever i need to be at the time i need to be it! christ, write that down.

lip: gfy. kevin: yeah, tgif!

fiona: start filling up apple juice, or i’ll have you and your commie fetus deported faster than you can say saigon.

ian: was mickey adopted?

carl: no white girl i don’t know you.

receptionist: do you have a husband or a boyfriend? frank: she has both.

frank: yak! yak! fucking yak!

debbie: frank gallagherrrrr! show yourself!

sheila: woah, big yellow icy spot on the sidewalk. i almost dropped the dip!

mickey: i’m fucking gay! big ‘ol ‘mo.

ian: you’re gonna get your ass beat by a ho..mo..sexual.

carl: they have to pay for their sins.

debbie: shut up, franny!

liam: drugs.

debbie: you cut hair, tami.

frank: the ltgbeieio!

#shameless #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #fiona gallagher #shameless us #frank gallagher #gallavich #lip gallagher #carl gallagher #sheila jackson #svetlana yevgenivna #kevin ball #veronica fisher #liam gallagher shameless

[mxngldmxdnsss]

pink in the night - johnny cage

this is kind of a dig on johnny and mk1 itself, I HATED how shallow they lowkey kind of made him - so much wasted potential with the fact that they could’ve explored further his reason for separating/divorcing his (ex) wife and the whole bankruptcy besides johnny being really irresponsible with money and not landing movies - sorry for the rant 😊

also there WILL be a sequel with Paper Bag by Fiona Apple so brace yallselves 😸

cw! pity sex kinda, v sex, angst obvi, fingering, unprotected sex, cum eating, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, creampies - pretty much an awkward one night stand but super depressing

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

It’d been months since the “incident.” You could remember the day when news broke, you had already known of course; Johnny kept you and everyone else at the Fire Temple very updated. The media went wild - theories and conspiracies spiraling out from each corner of the internet, from small things like simple dislike for each other, to absurd accusations of infidelity and abuse.

You thought that anyone still stretching and spinning the event could have seen that there was not much to write about - but you were too sure about the wrong thing. The day had been going fine, just fine. Johnny was busy practicing with some of the other monks from the temple while you and everyone else sat a bit away, observing as Johnny was knocked on his ass for the nth time.

Kung Lao snickered alongside you at the sight of Johnny moaning on about how the monk who had taken him down had taken advantage of him turning to flash a wink and a smile at the group. You turned to Kenshi and made a passing comment on how Johnny just might be able to get out of a fight just by boring the opponent to death with his cries of unfairness. Kenshi entertained the joke with a chuckle and a nod while everyone else shook their heads.

“What’re you two school-girls giggling about?” Came an annoyed and slightly out of breath voice. You glanced up to see Johnny standing over you all, his face pink with exhaustion and poorly masked embarrassment. “Oh, nothing.” You quipped mischievously as you nudged Kenshi to give him his queue.

Kenshi caught on quickly and raised his brows as he turned to look at Johnny. “Yeah, nothing.” Kenshi formulated an expression to Johnny that you couldn’t understand only being further confused when Johnny huffed and plopped down beside you. “Oh hardy har har, fuck you guys”

You slid Johnny a plate of dumplings you’d managed to save from Kung Lao’s wrath and turned your focus to your own plate of food, trying to ignore the warmth radiating off of Johnny’s close body and his overpowering cologne.

Johnny scrolled online as he stuffed his face with now cold dumplings - which he so stubbornly claimed were how he liked them. You all hardly paid attention to what was going on outside of the Fire Temple but when you heard Johnny slam his chopsticks on the table and witnessed him get up suddenly and storm off, you wished you knew what had happened before he did.

You gave Kenshi a bewildered look, to which he shrugged and used Johnny’s sudden exit as an excuse to also leave. Kung Lao did the same when you quietly asked what was wrong and excused himself to practice. You and Raiden were left together at the table sitting in an uncomfortable silence. When you finally managed the confidence to look over at Raiden, he gave you a sympathetic look, one he always wore, and you were glad for it.

The two of you cleaned up the table and took the dishes back to the kitchens and dropped them off to be cleaned before walking back towards the courtyard that separated the main temple area and separate housing spaces. Glancing at Raiden and seeing his already assuring gaze, you let the worried questions spill from your mouth. “Should I go check on him? Do you think something’s really wrong? Should we tell Liu Kang?” Came tumbling out of your mouth and you panted softly as you searched Raiden’s eyes for an answer.

Raiden simply smiled sincerely at you and gave you a quiet nod. You took Raiden’s nod as a referral to check on Johnny and said your quick goodbyes before heading to the housing area. You fixed any wrinkles on your clothes and wiped the corners of your mouth as you nervously fixed yourself before arriving at the door to Johnny’s room.

You hesitated for a moment before knocking gently and calling through the wood that it was you. Waiting for a moment, you debated if this was the right thing to do before hearing Johnny’s voice invite you in. You turned the nob to the door and walked into the surprisingly dark room.

When your eyes finally adjusted you saw Johnny curled on his side on his bed - his usual flashy and inflated self not found anywhere as you entered the room and closed the door behind you. By now on a normal day you’d have been bombarded with a dirty joke or two and questions and gossip about the world outside of the Fire Temple.

You made your way across the room to the end of the side of the bed. “Are you alright?” You questioned meekly as you watched Johnny twist around and reach up to turn the bedside lamp on. Looking down you saw that he’d discarded his typical monk attire and opted for his fabulous Cage Pajamas that he would usually show off.

Johnny stared up at you for a moment in silence before answering you. “I’m feeling better than ever, why?” Despite his response you could hear the exasperation in his voice, paired with a coldness you didn’t recognize. You gave him a look before moving to sit at the edge of the bed, careful to mind Johnny as you studied his face.

“Oh come on, I’m not that gullible Johnny, I know something’s bothering you.” You fold your hands on your lap as you refrain from glancing around the room, not wanting to give away your own nervousness. Hearing a sigh you focus back on Johnny’s voice as he pushes himself up in bed.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Johnny groans out before looking to you. He reaches for his phone and opens it quickly before tossing it to you. “Just read it.” Johnny says as he leans back against the headboard. You look down to see an article pulled up on the screen, just by the title you can tell it’s about Johnny’s ex-wife, Kris. As you begin to read further into it, you begin to understand Johnny’s dilemma.

Apparently photos of Kris around the city Johnny lives in, being accompanied by a man were finally confirmed to be a new relationship. You feel a pang somewhere in your heart as you look up at Johnny and find him with his head in his hands. Somehow, someway you feel betrayal, something you aren’t even owed, and you know it.

You and Johnny are nothing more than friends. Just really close, good friends.

You close out of the stupid article and place Johnny’s phone back on top of the nightstand before turning back to him. You aren’t even able to get a word out before Johnny interjects.

“I know I said I was over her, I am, trust me, before you begin to scold me. But.. already?” Johnny gives you a hopeless look when he finally looks up at you. “Am I really that far gone that no one will dwell on me?” You swallow back your feelings of humiliation and sadness and force a tight assuring smile.

“Johnny, I think you need to realize that you don’t need anyone to dwell on you.” You begin, sucking in a deep breath as you think carefully. “You have all of us, your friends, me, that’ll be here to support you, so why expect someone to wait on the time you had together?” You finish your sentence with a barely held back sigh as you lead forward to place a hand on Johnny’s knee before patting it, not wanting to lean too far into his space to pat his shoulder.

Johnny stares at you for a prolonged moment before leaning forward to take your hands in his. His eyes are cloudy with complex emotions that you cannot pinpoint as he drags you forward until you two are inches apart.

“Would you dwell on me?” Johnny asks, and you’re not even sure if he even understands what he’s asking. You’re at a loss for words as you gape at him while a fire erupts in your mind and your cheeks paint themselves pink. All you can manage is a short gasp and the beginning of a lost sentence before Johnny lurches forward and presses a desperate kiss to your lips.

You barely have time to recuperate the action before Johnny takes his opportunity to slip his tongue into your already parted lips and moves to push you down. Your head swirls with confusing emotions as you cling to Johnny’s novelty shirt and whine at his eagerness.

Johnny hardly seems to notice your nervous attempts to return his affections as he moves to press soft kisses to your neck before beginning to slide his hands under your shirt and pants. You shudder as Johnny cups your covered breast, while his other hand hooks his fingers on the band of your underwear.

You want to ask Johnny why he’s so suddenly bombarding you with affection like this but find yourself lost in the feeling of Johnny’s hands kneading your breast and slipping into your panties. Clinging to his arms, you allow Johnny to practically rip your bra off and move to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers. Your body jumps and jolts at the welcomed actions and you whine at Johnny as he dips his fingers into your cunt, providing a steady pace as he continues to muffle your cries with his mouth. The cold metal of Johnny’s initialed ring brushes against your hole and dips inside of you for a moment, and you respond with a clench of your walls and Johnny rewards you with a quiet groan.

You’re brought to a quick release when Johnny finds your needy clit and presses the pad of his thumb to it before rubbing it in circles. You pant softly against Johnny’s lips, his eyes hazy as he glances down to admire his glistening fingers, now pulled out of you, slick with your cum.

You find yourself sucking Johnny’s fingers, not even registering that he pushed them into your mouth to have you clean them back off. Using his wrist as your anchor, you hold onto him as he slide the dexterous digits across your tongue and further into your warm mouth. You look up at Johnny coyly as you slide your tongue between his two fingers and he pinches your nipple with a soft chuckle causing you to huff at him.

Johnny quickly rids you of your clothes and moves to strip himself of his own before sitting back to admire you for moment. When you cover yourself out of embarrassment Johnny says nothing, only sliding his thumbs between the back of the apex of your thighs as he grabs hold of your legs to pull them apart for him. Your cunt still glistens with your fluids and you can’t help but jerk your hips when the cool air of the room hits your pussy.

“Johnny..” You whine up at him, and Johnny’s eyes flick up to your face and back down at you. He slides his hands over your thighs until they sit on the insides of them before pushing them further apart. You don’t have time to question why Johnny is so intent on looking at you before you feel him press the tip of his cock to your twitching hole.

Eager, you buck your hips up as far as you can while Johnny still holds your hips down, and it gives him the green light to push into you. You gasp softly and move to grab Johnny’s arms as he splits you open. Whimpering and eyes pricking with tears, you look to Johnny for assurance, only finding his expression foggy, eyebrows knit together as he concentrates on stuffing himself inside of you.

He finally buries himself to the hilt inside of you and curses to himself as you squeeze him tightly. You moan softly and attempt to slide your arms around Johnny’s shoulders to pull him in more, but he remains unmoving, you set the desire aside as best you can until Johnny begins to thrust harshly into you, making you cry out.

You want so desperately to hold him close, but Johnny seems worlds away as he makes quick work of pounding into you. You moan out and tears pool in your eyes again as you feel Johnny find your sweet spot and angle his hips to abuse it with his quick thrusts.

Feeling your orgasm build up again you whimper and move to wrap your legs around Johnny’s hips, to which he doesn’t mind, instead moving his hands up to grab your hands and pin them down beside your head. Johnny takes you in, watching your face contort into expressions he wishes he could burn into his memory forever, and your breasts bounce as he thrusts into you fervently, right down to where you two meet, where a ring forms at the base of his cock made up of all your juices.

Johnny suddenly halts his strokes and instead opts to bury himself deep inside of you, rocking steadily as he leans down to kiss the corner of your lips, however the grip he has on your wrists never cease only changing when he moves to hold both of your wrists in one hand, still pinned down to the bed. With his free hand, Johnny moves to free himself from your grip and pulls out slowly, moving to slide the head of his cock up and down your slit, dipping slightly into your folds.

He watches your expression as you give a silent plea for him to continue to fuck you. When he shakes his head, imploring you to beg for it, you give a sheepish look before opening back up your mouth. “Please Johnny..” You say quietly, hoping he’ll let up on his teasing and simply let you cum again.

Johnny instead shakes his head and slides his cock back up your cunt, stopping when his tip catches your clit. He glances up at you as he runs his tip over your puffy pearl, watching you become undone by his simple actions. Johnny pulls away before you can find release, and you feel your orgasm ebbing out of existence once more.

Before Johnny can voice his need for you to beg, you open your mouth and voice it all. “Please Johnny, I need you.” You legs twitch as you slide your thighs up against Johnny’s hips and he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows when you speak and you buck your hips up for contact. “I need all of you.” You whine finally, and Johnny suddenly presses back into you roughly.

Soft groans leave Johnny’s throat as he rests his head between your neck and shoulder, never allowing you to leave his grip and grab onto him as he pounds into you unlike before. You’re left gasping and wailing as you struggle to adjust to Johnny’s new pace, but you can hardly complain when he slides his hand down the side of your body gently and pats your leg, urging you to wrap them around him once more. You do so gladly, feeling his curious hand dip between the two of you and find your sensitive clit.

You’re brought abruptly to your end as you cum suddenly with the added stimulation, clenching and gushing around Johnny cock but he fucks you through it, now focused on chasing the end of his own high. Finally, Johnny’s hips stutter and his stomach flexes as he buries himself inside of you before cumming. He curses into your ear, and rests for a moment before pulling away.

While your chest still heaves with exhaustion, you blink away the haziness left after your orgasm and watch as Johnny pulls your legs apart and pulls out, groaning when he sees his seed dribble out of your pussy and onto the bed. You stare up at Johnny still panting and move to cover your chest as you shiver from the air, no longer protected from it by Johnny.

Johnny simply stares at you for a moment before moving to lay down beside you, hardly acknowledging you apart from an ‘encouraging’ slap on the ass, a breathless smile and a cocky chuckle.

You lay there mortified as you process the fact that you just fucked your closest friend without any care in the world and embarrassment seeps into your mind. You crawl under the blankets and Johnny follows suite when he feels your movement, meeting his gaze you know before you can fix it that your expression is confused and anxiety ridden - so full of questions for what just happened - because Johnny turns to face away from you, leaving you to stare at his back all night.

When you wake up there’s nothing but a cold spot beside you where Johnny had laid and when you join the group later that day he hardly spares a glance your way.

Part II - Paper Bag

#Spotify #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 johnny cage #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mk1 fanfic #mk1 smut #SoundCloud

[coi-arts]

OKAAY which songs / artists do you most associate with Blobs?

I've always associated her with Mitski, which yes, is probably what 90% of people would say, but I've always found that her despairfulness of, as Clay once said, 'love that lasts for a startlingly short period of time'.

Plus she would totally listen to Once More to See You & Real Men

wait theres too many 🥲 ethel cain is probably another artist i associate with her cause they're both my fav lol

- American Teenager by ethel cain (yes. YEEEEESSS)

- Drinking by bôa

- werewolf by fiona apple

- Jobless Monday by mitski

-Dog days by ethel cain

- you, me, lonely by fizz (that line by clay. fuck. failmarriage blues)

- Back to you by flower face

- Atop a cake by alvvays (wedding bluuuesss)

- Morning train (nine to five) by sheena easton

- Cherry Wine by hozier

- i kissed someone it wasn't you by dodie (😭)

- Numb by men i trust

- like lovers do by hey violet

- i deserve to bleed by sushi soucy

- four tequilas down by dodie

- bang bang bang bang by sohodolls

- Savior complex by pheobe bridgers

- in the bed by dodie (this. this. 😭 failmarriage fr)

- bored like me by dodie (literally the help episode)

- I'd Like to walk around your mind by vashti bunyan

- mommy fwiend by penelope scott

- Bust your kneecaps by pomplamoose

Bonus Musical Songs that i really think fits bloberta:

- Our Word from 36 questions (RAAAHH. YES. thats all.)

For the Record from 36 questions (Clay and Bloberta the musical fr)

- happy to keep his dinner warm

- someday from the wedding singer

- therapy from tick tick boom

+ 20 more but its probs more clay/bloberta ones. and more mitski songs. yeah i also based most of my blobs/clay songs from that line by clay cause its painful to think about 😭and thanks for the bloberta coded songs ill listen to that she really is a mitski coded mom 🫡

#moral orel #bloberta puppington #clay puppington #bloberta hymentact #asks #asks open #send asks

[woundthatswallows]

literally will never be able to forget from the brief time i had tiktok where i saw someone give this album a 9.5/10 and someone commented "was the half point for the first taste" and the guy (yes of course it was a man) replied back "yeah it just totally fucks up the feel of the album and is weird" die maybe. still pisses me off and it's been like 3 years like this is the best song ever...

#Spotify

[nicofranchinibites]

fiona apple single covers

#fiona apple #fuck yeah fiona apple #90s it girl #90s grunge #90s fashion #90s music #90s model #90s #grunge #piano rock #single #tidal #when the pawn #fetch the bolt cutters

[ian-galagher]

[dusts off his shoulders, picks moss and twigs out of his hair] phew. got lost in there for a second.

for your followers: africa spoilers to the max.

today in the form of what everybody (nobody) waited for: finding nemo.

- ian excited to start his internship.

- ian going after mickey at the braai.

- ian x mickey, entire dynamic visualised.

- ian x mickey with equipment / the perfect scene to shoot. also, them about each other.

- ian x inyoni ("i like her." / "of course you fuckin' do, both you and her lack a sense of humor.")

- them being carefree in the city.

- mickey with the technical shit.

- ian x mickey lost in the fog.

- the creepy / unpleasant dude at the moonlight inn.

- i can't decide if this is ian seeing mickey's scars accidentally back at the starlight lodge, or mickey starting to show his scars around the house as he grows more comfortable with ian. yeah, no, written out, it's the second option.

- inyoni after mickey came out.

- mandy. that's it, that's the statement.

- both mickey and ian about the other. also, ian about pipsqueak.

- mickey and the dogs. ("the fuck are you doin'? get off him, he's mine! go find your own redhead.")

- the tourist incident in a fucking gif.

- i know it's not really contextually or visually accurate, but if you tell me you CAN'T hear "no, i think you're alive" with this gif, i'll call you a liar.

- ian thinking THIS is the day he's gonna get to kiss mickey.

- "what, you in love with me or somethin'?" / "no!" mickey, internally:

- ian calming mickey down at the end of day twelve.

- ian realising his camera is broken.

- i can't really pinpoint it, but this reminds me of fiona dumping all the family shit on ian.

- mandy and ian out shopping.

and just like this, we end another gif shenanigan post by paging our dearest sweetest @francesrose3. thank you for your attention.

NOSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭 🧡💖💚🦁🪶🦒🤗

YOU'RE BACK and these are all so good! SO GOOD 😭

I mean, NEMO!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🧡🧡🧡

Nemo on his first day!!! 😭

IM GONNA TOUCH THE BUTT 😂😂😂

GRUMPY GILLS 😂

BOUNCE BOUNCE ON THE JELLYFISH 😂🧡

MICKEY BEING TECHNICAL 😭

THE FOG 😭

THE CREEPY GUY 😭

THE SCAAAARS! 😭

SQUISHY 😭

MINE MINE MINE 😂

I THINK YOURE ALIVE 😭

KISSING DAY 😭

THE HEARTBREAK 😭

FIONA! 😂

THESE ARE ALL GOLD!! GOLD I TELL YA! 😭 you outdo yourself with each of these 🥹🧡 and I can't thank you enough 🥰🧡

Have some pretty non-murky water to dunk your hands into 🥰

and perhaps an apple? 😁😇

I"M SORRY ABOUT THAT here have this one instead 😁🥰🧡

I'm SURE @francesrose3 would like to see these too 🥹🧡

#my that apple tag really is filled with some Stuff huh! #nosho you're the BEST for these 🤗 #also also also #TOMORROW #im gonna write ALL day tomorrow #and hopefully finish n15 #just a last little bit #and then it's off to the betas! #africa #shameless #nosho growls #willow growls back #gif shenanigans

[voltfruits]

aubreycore playlist for auby enjoyers

paramore - "ignorance"

the beths - "whatever"

sonic youth - "catholic block"

neko case - "middle cyclone"

mitski - "townie"

car seat headrest - "something soon"

sleater-kinney - "dig me out"

green day - "having a blast"

fiona apple - "criminal"

liz phair - "crater lake"

guided by voices - "game of pricks"

beach bunny - "promises"

hop along - "waitress"

be your own pet - "black hole"

indigo de souza - "real pain"

EMA - "butterfly knife"

the new pornographers - "letter from an occupant"

phoebe bridgers - "graceland too"

bikini kill - "rebel girl"

i'm not expecting anyone to read this far but. explanations. lol

ignorance: i think the possible time frame for omori is situated a few years before paramore's popularity really took off, but they're the patron saints of bratty emotional 00s teens and it's easy to imagine aubrey being a fan. this particular song is just brimming with righteous fury, and the lyrics are pretty obviously relevant: "I'm not the same kid from your memory, well, now I can fend for myself / don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain when you swear it's all my fault, 'cause you know we're not the same"

whatever: this is an aubybasil anthem to me!! but it's an angsty one. it's about being let down by a friend over and over until you finally snap. i can imagine aubrey belting "we're blood and water but my back is blown, your shoulders slumped saying 'you should have known I'd let you down again'" as basil guiltily cowers/whimpers before her lol

catholic block: as aubrey grows up postgame i imagine she leaves behind pure teen-angst emo in favor of more sophisticated indie rock (maybe this is just me projecting my musical hyperfixations onto her lmao), and i headcanon sonic youth as one of her eventual fav bands. the exact lyrics here are hard to pin down, but it's clearly about having a bad relationship with catholicism, so it's fitting.

middle cyclone: a lovely, vulnerable, stripped-down ballad from one of the most badass vocalists in music today. acknowledging aubrey's softer side is just important as capturing her power and anger, and no lyric is better suited for that than "i can't give up acting tough, it's all that i'm made of / i choke it back, how much i need love."

townie: i know i'm not the first person to associate this song (or mitski in general) with aubrey. it's just. ugh. so good. "i'm holding my breath with a baseball bat, though I don't know what i'm waiting for / i am not gonna be what my daddy wants me to be." fuck yeah man.

something soon: car seat headrest is my favorite band and i think aubrey would like them lots too, both for the rawness and explosiveness of their tunes and the insightful way their lyrics explore queerness, depression, and feeling trapped. "something soon" is one of the fiercest and gnarliest songs in their catalogue, and it it captures feelings of young adult desperation like nothing else. we've got lyrics that capture aubrey's more impulsive and violent tendencies ("i want to break something important / i want to kick my dad in the shins") along with a laundry list of poor, abandoned teenage grievances ("i can't talk to my folks / all my fingers are froze / only one change of clothes"). i mean, have we ever seen present day aubrey wear more than one outfit? (i am escorted off the premises for being too silly)

dig me out: sleater kinney is so aubreycore. they are THE girlboss indie punk band. my reasons for choosing this one are mostly based on vibes, it just sounds nasty and desperate and in terrible pain

having a blast: if you're a mentally unwell 16-year-old in a miserable US suburb there is a 100% chance discovering green day's dookie will change your life. i mean. "no one here is getting out alive, this time i've really lost my mind and i don't care / so close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye, and think about the times we've spent and what they meant." church fight, anyone?

criminal: a photobomb anthem all the way through. just listen to it.

crater lake: underrated bop from the queen of 90s lofi. "and oh, all the tears in four tiny years / well, look at me, i'm frightening my friends." she even got the number of years right, bravo!

game of pricks: my favorite song right now, i've listened to it so much this week!!! it's like. the platonic ideal of a pop song. it's all melody. it's sounds so joyful and yet so melancholic. the lyrics capture a more subdued bitterness/disappointment that i think suits aubrey super well, since she isn't just a rage monster all the time. the one i really wanna draw attention to is: "i'll climb up on the house, weep to water the trees / and when you come calling me down, i'll put on my disease." idk i just. think it's touching how aubrey privately "weeps to water the trees" (uses her grief to elevate mari's memory and try to embody her after her death) but the moment she crosses paths with her past, she can't help being overtaken by the "disease" that is rage and disgust. she's trying so hard to put her pain to good use but she can't control the impulse to wreck everything instead. idk that's what that means to me

promises: beach bunny makes music that's cute and sunny but also rocks hard, which i think would appeal to aubrey. this is a song about being abandoned by an old friend/partner ("a minute you're there, a minute you cared, now you're gone / it's so unfair, keeping me from moving on") that i think functions especially well as an angsty sunburn song, knowing aubrey would confide in sunny when they were young.

waitress: this is a song about the crushing indignity of the service industry which isn't very aubreyesque LOL but i just fucking love hop along and i think aubrey would love them too. painted shut is an all time classic album and its combination of driving guitars, caterwauling vocals, and a vaguely haunted and musty atmosphere just sound the way aubrey's character feels. also i wanna single out the lyric "call you enemy 'cause i'm afraid of what you could call me" because DAMN. that is so her.

black hole: pretty self-explanatory rager about small town boredom. cheesy as hell, but it's what you need when you're 16.

real pain: this song, to me, is about aubrey trying in vain to convince herself that mari's death (and in certain endings, sunny and basil's deaths) are not her fault ("i don't believe the things i've done, i don't believe the weight i've been"). she clearly can't convince herself, though, because the song bottoms out in a storm of gut-wrenching screams like all a person's inner demons pouring out. sorry aubs :(

butterly knife: not really the closest match from a lyrical perspective, unless you count the line about pet rabbits, but i'm putting it on here because it's the best song from EMA's past life martyred saints, which is another album that sounds so much like aubrey to me. it's written from the absolute depths of mental fucked-upness, but it sounds so cool and subtle, almost ambient. it's the aural equivalent of aubrey's usual vibe; aloof, tense but subdued, keeping that storm of emotion just under the surface. just.

letter from an occupant: another all-time classic from one of my favorite bands, this is the perfect concoction of beautiful melodies, sugary guitars, and belt-your-heart-out vocal performances that i think does a good job capturing the cute-but-intimidating dichotomy of aubrey's vibe. the lyrics are mostly nonsense, but "with a shower of yeahs and whatevers, you trade me away long gone" is a wonderful line that captures aubrey's abandonment and her frustration with her old friends' apathy.

graceland too: oh god. this one. is based on my headcanon that aubrey moves out from her mother's house postgame and lives with polly and basil. i'm just gonna drop the whole first verse and try not to cry. "no longer a danger to herself or others, she made up her mind and laced up her shoes / yelled down the hall, but nobody answered, so she walked outside without an excuse / she could do anything she wants to, she could do whatever she wants to do."

rebel girl: during the time the game takes place, this is aubrey and kim's favorite song. they sing it to each other to hype themselves up. they know all the lyrics by heart. it's Their Song. listen to it and it's probably pretty clear why.

#i've been working on this for a while and today seems like a good day to finally share it!! #a lot of these songs deal with anger/grief/shame/gender stuff in a way that's very aubrey to me #others just have her vibe. or sound like something she would rock out to <3 #i hope u find a song or two that you like!! #aubrey omori #volt.txt

[loremoment]

rules: shuffle your repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten ppl

TY FOR THE TAG! WEEE! @scuntallope was tagged by @jonathanhulten but I'm forwarding it to our co-host's sideblog @loremoment because we already did a music ask game on main 2day and hes itching to share his tunes lol.

oh fuck yeah 😏😏😏

Please please please let me get what I want - Deftones

Say it right - Nelly Furtado

Heart of Glass - Blondie

Under The Table - Fiona Apple

L'Amour Looks Something Like You - Kate Bush

The Seventh Son - Mose Allison

Inertiatic Esp - The Mars Volta

Frontier Psychiatrist - The Avalanches

Lost But Never Alone - Oneohtrix Point Never

Blasphemous Rumours - Depeche Mode

tagging @chesapeakeripper @indicabutch @sativabutch @chainsnatcher @phasmo @postalmovie @litchkiing @corduroysockz @hagfishslime @youcouldbewonderful and the girl reading this.

#hi #lore.txt

[silvanshadow]

Masterpost: The Sellsword and the Mage

Ongoing @galladrabbles serial.

Art by: @suzy-queued

----------

Even at the base of the watchtower, the heat from the signal fire above was intense.

Unnaturally so, magically enhanced.

And Ian would stand there until Mickey came.

“Ian!” Lip grasped him by the shoulders, gave him a shake, “They’re gone! You heard the scouts! We need to fall back!”

“No.”    

“Ian—”

“No, Lip. He’s alive.”

“He wouldn’t want this, Ian. Mickey would want you safe.”

“Can’t believe I’m agreeing with your brother,” gasped a voice. Mickey collapsed at Ian’s feet.

Ian dropped to his knees and pressed their foreheads together, “I knew you wouldn’t leave me like this.”

---

Their lips met once, twice in relief before Mickey whispered, “Sorry I didn’t make it back in time.” His words broke off with a hiss as Ian’s hands skimmed his torso.

“You’re hurt!” Ian gasped.

“A little parting gift from captain of Three River’s guard.”

“What?” Lip interrupted, “Mickey, the fuck? Three Rivers is our ally! The signal fire is for her army!”

Mickey barked a laugh, “Yeah, don’t count on that. Queen Svetlana has thrown in with Prince Gus and my dad’s bandit mob. They even have that cult of blood mages now, too.”

“Shit.” Lip eloquently summed up.

---

“We need to warn Fiona,” Lip started to pace.

“How?” Ian huffed. “It’s not like we can slink through the shadows down the mountain trail. It’s too open. And we’re not going anywhere until I heal Mickey’s wound!”

Mickey reached for Ian’s face, “Ian, hey Buttercup, look at me. I made it this far, a little longer won’t kill me.”

“But—”

“We gotta be smart here, yeah?”

Ian pressed his lips tight and nodded.

“Good. Done being moody now?” Mickey teased. “Cause I think I know a way.”

“How?” Lip crossed his arms.

“We take the old dwarf road.”

---

“You know about the old dwarf roads?” Lip scoffed.

Mickey motioned for Ian to help him stand. “You already forget I’m not from here? That I had a whole life before Ian cast his spell on me.”

“Stop saying that!” Ian hissed. “People will think I bewitched you.”

“Didn’t you, though?” Mickey pecked him on the chin. “Anyway,” he continued, “a few years back I was hired by a dwarf as his personal bodyguard. He told me all about the old roads.”

“Then you know the elves sealed them when they drove the dwarves north.”

“Ian can break those seals.”

---

Ian could tell the descent was getting to Mickey. His breathing labored by the time they reached the ornate arch marking the dwarf road. A dim blue-green shimmer the only sign of the elf magic that sealed the door.

He began working free the straps of Mickey’s gambeson.

“Ian--,” Lip snapped.

“No! This isn’t a game! No one has to lose to watch me win. I’m the one with magic and you--,” to Lip, “aren’t going to guilt me. And you--,” to Mickey, “aren’t playing the martyr so Lip will think you worthy of me. We’re doing this my way!”

---

Multicolor starbursts flash behind Ian’s eyes. Rosettes of every hue. It’s something he rarely experiences when calling upon his magic. And only ever happens when his spell is directed at Mickey.

Even when he was Mickey’s target. Before realization, and love, and a changing for the better, Ian would see those bursts with each spell. It was the first sign that there was something special between them.

Now he presses his lips to Mickey’s brow as healing magic flows through his hands. The rosettes pulse bright then fade as the wound heals.

“All better now,” Ian whispers against precious skin.

---

It was Mickey’s turn to look after Ian.

Even more than summoning fire and ice, Ian cherished his ability to heal others. It took so much energy, though. So, Mickey encouraged Ian to sit down and take sips from the waterskin.

Mickey frowned at the shimmer of old elvish magic blocking their path.

Because Lip was also right.

Mickey had glimpsed the horde bearing down on the Southern Kingdom. He could very well be on the losing side this time. But as he watches Ian take bites of a sad, mealy apple he knows it certainly isn’t the wrong one.

---

Elvish spells don’t like to be broken.

Ian can feel this one twisting and turning, trying to evade his own magic. But Ian has three things going for him here: First, he’s broken a spell like this before. It was years ago to save the life of a man that was first his enemy, then reluctant ally, and now the person he loves most in this world. Second, his love for his family in the Southern Kingdom. And third, his desire to prove to Lip that he is no longer the younger brother with a power he sometimes cannot control.

---

“Thank fuck!” Lip exclaimed as the spell broke with a flash and a gust of stale-smelling air.

“Or you could thank your brother.” Mickey fired back.

Ian gave Mickey’s hand a soft squeeze and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said as he conjured two globes of light and sent one to sit at Lip’s shoulder.

“So mean and scary!” Ian grinned as he and Mickey fell in step behind Lip. “My tough sellsword boyfriend who rushes to defend me.”

“You bet I’m mean and scary!”

“So mean and scary.” Ian agreed as he pressed a kiss to Mickey’s cheek.

---

“What the hell is Three Rivers thinking?” Lip scuffed his boots in the centuries-old dirt and debris. “Breaking a fifty-year treaty?”

Mickey shrugged, “That treaty was with the old king, not Queenie Svet. She’s got her own plans.”

“Do you think the rumors true? That she murdered the old king and the eldest prince?” Ian asked.

“Wouldn’t put it past her,” Mickey shrugged again. “Either way, she’s in charge until that kid of hers is old enough. And he’s, what, two? Long time to gather power.”

“Well,” Lip, voice grim, said, “she’s about to learn what goes around comes around.”

---

Lip claims to know their path. But, to Ian, the march feels endless. The road is wide, and the ceilings high, but the darkness is all consuming. It steals his breath and quickens his heart.

So, Ian begins to hum. A distraction. Tuneless until a favorite lyric comes to mind:

          “Black is the color,

          Of my true love’s hair.

          His lips are like,

          Some roses fair.

          He has the sweetest smile,

          And the gentlest hands.

          And I love the ground whereon he stands.”

“The song is sad,” Ian whispers to Mickey, “but I love that verse. Reminds me of you.”

---

A faint blue-green sheen lit the road ahead marking the end of their journey and a final elvish spell for Ian to break.

“Hey,” Mickey bumped his shoulder against Ian’s, “you remember that old farmhouse we holed up in that time? The one with that garden you about creamed yourself over?”

“Like I’d ever forget it,” Ian grinned. “A lot of amazing firsts happened there.”

“So whaddyasay after we’re finished kicking ass here, we find a place like that again? Get away from all this?”

“And just be Ian and Mickey?”

Mickey smiled, “Yeah, just us. No bullshit.”

“Sounds perfect.”

---

The trio exited the dwarven road to the sound of rolling thunder and fat, cold raindrops.

“Fucking perfect,” Mickey groused as he ducked back inside the arched door and shook out his wet hair.

“No,” Lip corrected, “no, this is good.”

“Getting fucking soaked is good?”

Lip nodded, “The rain. The mud. It’ll slow the invaders down.”

“Slow us down, too,” Ian added.

“I know,” Lip said. “It’s why I think we should split up.”

“No!” Ian leapt to his brother, pushing Lip’s shoulder until they were face-to-face. “No fucking way!”

“It’s the best plan, Ian, and you know it.”

---

The rain must’ve drowned all sounds of their pursuer as their only warning was a half-feral yell as a body slammed into Ian’s back, dagger poised to rip open his throat. Ian conjured a static spell. It paused the attack long enough for Lip to tear the man from Ian’s back.

Then Mickey’s twin daggers were in motion. In a blur, it was over. A body slumped in the dark archway and Mickey covered in ichor.

“All that blood looks good on you,” Ian said, once he was sure none of it was Mickey’s. “It really brings out your eyes.”

---

“Three fucking Rivers!” Mickey gave the corpse at his feet a not-so-gentle nudge with his boot.

“We knew that the dwarf road was a gamble,” Lip conceded.

“One we fucking lost!” Mickey kicked the corpse again.

“Ian, can you seal that entrance again?”

Ian shook his head at his brother, “I can break certain elvish spells, but I can’t perform them. Best I can do is a barrier spell that any mage could break.”

“Do it.”

“So, no more talk of splitting up?” Ian asked as he spun his magic.

“No, we’re sticking together. Speed over stealth from here on.”

---

At an outlying farm they met a grizzled former soldier who was determined to defend his land. They traded the use of two of his horses for Ian casting protection spells around his farm.

Now Ian held tight to Mickey’s waist as they teased as much speed as possible from the animals through the muddy ground.

Their ride continued like this until they reached a barrier of felled trees. Ian conjured a ball of blue-tinted fire—the agreed upon friend-or-foe signal—and sent it into the sky. A rider appeared from the dark to escort them to the army encampment.

---

“Send your fastest messenger,” Lip demanded as they reached the general’s tent, “Three Rivers has betrayed us.”

Ian expected a flurry of activity; a flood of questions to follow. Instead, the three were escorted inside the general’s tent. They accepted the offer of chairs around the map table. Declined the bread and cheese. And Mickey accepted the proffered small beer on behalf of all.     

The general leaned over the map table. “Tell me, brothers Gallagher, why those brave folks you just passed through should fight and die because your common whore sister couldn’t decide which prince she wanted to marry?”

---

Colder than any ice Ian’s magic could harness was Lip’s voice when he replied: “The Gallaghers may be of common blood but call my sister a whore again and I’ll remove the tongue from your treasonous mouth.”

“Treason!” the general barked. “You dare speak of treason when your own brother bends over for the son of our enemy?”

Incredulous, Mickey motions at Ian’s crotch, “That dick is a piece of art! I’m the one taking it!”

“Mickey has suffered more at the hands of Terry Milkovich than anyone!”

The general scoffed. “Indeed, mage? I believe his many victims would disagree.”

----

It was as the general sat glaring that Ian felt it: a discordant note where he drew his magic from. He stood up and was just opening his mouth to say “something’s wrong” when Mickey threw himself at him—arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist—sending them crashing to the ground. At that same moment, the general dove across the map table with dagger extended.

Lip tackled the general from the side, knocking the dagger from his grip.

“Blood magic!” Ian gasped as he extricated himself from Mickey’s life-saving bear hug. “He’s being controlled by blood magic!”

----

“Guards!” the general bellowed, flailing on the ground to escape Lip. Lip increased the pressure of his hold at the same time the two soldiers guarding the general’s tent along with the general’s aide rushed inside with swords extended. Only Ian and Lip’s status as the queen’s brothers stopped them from attacking.

“Explain this!” the aide de camp demanded.

“Fucking asshole attacked Ian!” Mickey snarled, “Lucky he’s still breathin’.”

“Not helpful,” Lip strained as the general bucked against his hold.

Ian raised his hands placatingly, “He’s under the effects of blood magic. The mage responsible must be inside the camp.”

---

The aide-de-camp blanched. “But… the camp contains thousands! How are we to find one blood mage among them?”

“Too late,” the general’s chortle filled the tent. “She has laid her curse upon the Gallaghers. No escape now.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Mickey barked. He turned then to Ian. “Don’t worry, red. I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mick.” Ian spared a soft look for his love before his face turned steely, “But don’t listen to any of this bullshit. He’s nothing but a marionette dancing on frayed strings.”

“OK, but who is ‘she’?” Lip questioned.

---

“It doesn’t matter who ‘she’ is!” Ian knelt in front of the general, “They just want us wringing our hands over bullshit curses and mystery women instead of focusing on the real enemy right in front of us.”

Ian snapped his fingers in front of their captive, “I know you are watching through his eyes so here’s a message you can take back to your master: your plan here has failed. There will be no surrender, no truce. Just us standing by our sister’s side whenever you deign to show yourself.”

Ian then chanted the spell to free the general.

---

“He dead?” Mickey asks, nudging the general with the toe of his boot.

“No, Mickey, stop it!” Ian hisses, but chaos is already spreading as the general remains unmoving. Ian’s pleas of “Just wait! Give him a moment.” go unheeded.

Mickey moves himself to stand between Ian and the closest of the drawn swords.     

Finally, the general stirs. Tensions ease a bit as he is helped back to his chair behind the map table. Fortifying wine is called for. After one cup, then another is emptied, the general motions for Lip, Ian, and Mickey to join him around the table.

----

“I believe,” the general began, “that we are best served when we speak the truth. So, I hope you will believe me when I say I’ve had no control of myself since being bespelled.”

Ian nodded. “We know, general.”

“Thank you. I hope you will be as forgiving when I tell you what occurred shortly before you arrived.”

“What?” Lip asked.

“A delegation from Three Rivers—four horsemen surrounding a cloaked rider—arrived at our barricades. I ordered them to be escorted directly to the castle without delay. I fear I have let the enemy walk through the front door.”

----

A pair of fresh horses were brought to them. The swift ones reserved for messengers. They raced towards the castle as though trying to outrun the end of the world.

As they rode, Ian pressed his face tight against the back of Mickey’s neck whispering protection spell after protection spell into his skin.

“Hey,” Mickey nudged, “save your magic. We don’t know what we’re riding into.”

Ian shook his head. “Can’t lose you.”

“Not going anywhere, Red. Promised you a farmhouse, didn’t I?”

Ian squeezed his arms tighter around Mickey’s waist. “I want that farmhouse, Mick. I want it bad.”

----

Wallaceborough.

The Southern Kingdom’s seat of power.

Home.

The sight of those fortified walls and Wallace Castle on the hill above usually filled Ian’s heart with calm and joy.

Now dread filled his belly like a stone.

“Keep alert,” Ian warned as they waited for the gates to open for them.

“You see something?” Lip asked.

Ian shook his head. “Just a very bad feeling. Discord in the magic.”

“Hey,” Mickey nudged him softly in the ribs, “We’ve got this. Got each other’s backs.”

Lip spurred his horse forward as the gate finished opening. “Persevere, my brother. We’re nearly there.”

----

Ian had imagined many scenarios of what they’d find once they reached Fiona and Wallace Castle. Most the stuff of his bloodiest nightmare. But he never could have conjured the actual scene in front of them: one of revelry, flowing wine, and an over-laden banquet table.

The juxtaposition with the barricades, soldiers, and battle mages outside was surreal. Dream-like.

“What the fuck?” Mickey said what all three were thinking.

“Ian?” Lip questioned.

But, while Ian could still feel the discord in the magic around him, he sensed no enchantment in the room.

Ian shook his head, “This isn’t a spell.”

----

Ian watched Southern Kingdom courtiers dancing and flirting with Three Rivers knights with growing disgust. His gaze landed on Yvon, the captain of Three Rivers guard—the man who had tried to kill Mickey and barely controlled the urge to call down lightning bolts. There would be time later.

Queen Fiona, motioning for her wine goblet to be refilled, finally noticed them standing just inside the hall. “You’re here!” She rushed to hug Lip and Ian. “When we heard you weren’t at your assigned watchtower, we were worried!”

“You look worried,” Lip frowned. “Nice party you're throwing for the enemy.”

----

“Enemies where?” Fiona scoffed.

Ian took Fiona by the shoulders, “Fi, it was Three Rivers with some blood mages, and a few of the Milkovich Marauders who ambushed your envoy. Mickey barely made it back to me alive.”

Fiona seemed to finally notice Mickey standing next to Ian. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she whispered.

“Which part?” Mickey growled. “The ambush, or me surviving it?”

Fiona brought her hands to Ian’s cheeks, “I need you to trust me.”

“Real hard to take a leap of faith when the man who tried to kill Mickey is over there drinking your wine.”

----

“My captain was only following orders,” a thickly accented voice said. Ian looked up from Fiona to see Svetlana, Queen of Three Rivers approaching. “And it was not personal; just the price set by Terry Milkovich for the use of his Marauders.”

“That motherfucker!” Mickey spat.

Ian glared at both queens. “Well, let me be perfectly clear, Your Majesties: if anyone tries to collect on that price again, I will burn both of your kingdoms to ash.”    

“Ian!” Queen Fiona gasped.

Svetlana merely shrugged. “Milkovich is greedy man. He will be given another chest of gold and say no more.”

----

“How could you do this?” Ian pleads to his sister. “How could you send Mickey away to be killed?” His eyes blurred with unshed tears.

Fiona grasped tightly to one of his wrists, “Ian, it was not like that. You must understand I’m queen now; I have to be willing to make sacrifices.”         

Ian pulled his arm away. “But it wasn’t your sacrifice. It was Mickey’s. It was mine. When did we become your sworn enemies? All we’ve done all night is try to warn you of Three Rivers’ betrayal. You can’t expect me to ever forgive you for this.”

----

With his strong hand on Ian’s shoulder, Mickey gently guided him out of the Great Hall—and away from his sister. Once they reached the corridor beyond, Mickey turned Ian to face him, reaching his hands up to frame his lover’s face.

“Hey, take a breath,” Mickey soothed. “Don’t go breakin’ up with your family over me.”

“I just don’t understand,” Ian placed his own hands over Mickey’s. “Fiona was more our mother than our actual mother. Every comfort of my childhood came from her. Until my magic manifested, that is. She never looked at me the same after that.”

----

“Hey,” Mickey gave Ian’s head the gentlest of shakes, “don’t go getting caught up in Fiona’s past bullshit. Not when we still haven’t figured out her current bullshit. Yeah?”

Ian huffed a laugh. “It’s just, she never would’ve done that to Lip, Debbie, or Carl.”

“Well, fuck her then. I’m still here.” A smirk crossed Mickey’s face. “How could I not be with all those spells you wrap around me. Like wearin’ an invisible layer of plate maille.”

“That all? I was going for enchanted invisible plate maille.”

Mickey raised up on his toes to kiss his silly, beautiful love.

----

Without warning a strong hand yanked Mickey out of Ian’s embrace. Seconds later, one of Ian’s protective spells triggered, sending Mickey backwards and his attacker flying across the corridor in a shower of sparks. Momentary shock now passed, Ian set in motion—drawing his magic close and releasing a spell. Crackling ice gathered around the strange man’s feet and began solidifying around his legs, leaving him immobile.

“Wait, Ian! Stop!” Mickey called out. “It’s fine. He’s fine!”

Ian halted his spell. “What? You—you know this guy?”

“Unfortunately,” Mickey sighed. “Ian, this is Colin. He’s one of my dickhead brothers.”

----

“Lookin’ real good for a corpse, Mick,” Colin drawled.

Mickey shrugged. “What can I say? I’m hard to kill.”

“That’s nothing new,” Colin laughed. “Can I get some help here?” He motioned to his still iced-over lower body.

Ian stepped in front of Mickey. “That depends: are you here to finish the job?”

“Killin’ Mick is dad’s thing; I just like bustin’ his balls.”

“Okay then.” Ian drew on his magic.

“You never said your new butt-buddy was a fuckin’ mage,” Colin said as he watched the ice melt.

“You never fuckin’ asked. The fuck you doing here anyway, Colin?”

----

“I’m Terry’s messenger,” Colin grinned. “Dad doesn’t much trust the bog witch, so he likes having one of his own in the room when messages are delivered.”

Ian pulled a face, “Bog witch?”   

“Queenie Svet,” Mickey supplied as he eyed his brother. “So, how much of what you’ve seen are you planning on reporting back to Terry?”

Colin took a step closer and gave Mickey a mocking punch to the shoulder. “Your secret stays with me, little brother. I have no interest in getting on dad’s bad side on this. Not when all the rest of the news is good.”

----

“Hey,” Lip knocks against the wall to get their attention, “we’re heading up to the solar. Something about a messenger arriving.”

“Duty calls,” Colin grins at his brother before loping off with Lip on his heels.

Mickey and Ian fall in step behind them. “So,” Mickey rubs a hand across his mouth, “how far are you out the door now you’ve met my brother?”

“Mickey, your brother being kind of a dumbass doesn’t change anything. I love you. I’m better with you.”

Mickey rolls his lips into his mouth. “You sure?”

Ian smiles. “Positive. Now let’s go get some answers.”

----

“A coup?” Ian yelled. “You were willing to sacrifice Mickey’s life to put Gus on his father’s throne?”

Colin had just finished giving his report of the fall of the Northern Kingdom to the Milkovich Marauders and a group of blood mages. That King Pfender was dead and his wife sheltering in the closest abbey.

“Gus, pfft,” Queen Svetlana snorted. “Quiet your brother, Queen Fiona. He whines like a mewling child.”

“Does Gus know he is now king?” Fiona asked.

Colin shook his shaggy head, “All messengers were killed.”

“Long live the king.” Svetlana raised her goblet in mocking salute.

----

“I swear,” Ian growled, “if one of you doesn’t start speaking plainly, I will summon rain clouds to drench you in freezing cold showers ‘til the end of your days!”

Queen Svetlana bristled. “Who are you, peasant mage, to give orders to royalty? Show the proper respect!”

“Respect this!” Mickey growled, presenting both his middle fingers. “Now, get talking or Ian starts casting.”

“I can counter any spell this child knows,” Svetlana scoffed.

Ian pulled on his magic, causing the air in the room to grow damp and humid. “Wanna try me?”

“Fine. It began when King James married Fiona.”

----

Ian, Mickey, and Lip listened rapt as Svetlana told, with Ian only having to fill the solar with the scent of rain twice when her pauses became overly long, of King Gus arriving at her castle demanding a private audience where he made insinuations on how she became queen of Three Rivers and the legitimacy of her son’s claim to that throne.

“I care not what others say of me, but I will not let anyone question my Yevgeny as the rightful heir.” Svetlana drained her goblet. “Gus demanded my help overthrowing King James or he’d formally question Yevgeny’s claim.”

----

“Queen Svetlana came up with a plan and, with great risk as Gus has people watching her movements, she came to us,” Fiona picked up the tale. She was raking her fingers through her curls, a sign of the frazzled state of her nerves.

“Our kingdoms would work together to remove the fools from the Northern Kingdom’s throne,” Svetlana finished.

“And what? Divide the land between you?” Mickey’s eyebrows rose. “You really think the Northern Kingdom will just let that happen?”

Svetlana scoffed into her refilled wine goblet. “No, we put someone on that throne with actual brain in head.”

----

“And who would that be?” Lip asks.

“Yeah,” Mickey adds, “what kind of mush-brain is risking their skin for you?”

It’s King James that answers, “Tami Tamietti of the Springlands. Part of a noble family with ties to the Pfenders and a legitimate claim to the throne.”

“The family was hit hard by the Sweating Sickness a few years ago. Only Tami and her brother-in-law survived; this is a welcome change of fortune.”

Ian looks from Svetlana to his sister, “And what do you get?”

“Three united kingdoms,” Svetlana grins.

“United how? Through regicide?” Lip sneers.

“Through marriages, of course.”

----

“Marriages,” Lip repeated. His eyes cut sharply to his brother.

The tension in the room ratcheted, rose, until it became a near physical thing as Ian groped for Mickey’s hand. Suspicions now raised over Mickey’s brush with death. “Explain.”

Fiona drew herself up into her best regal posture. “We must solidify our alliance with the new queen of the Northern Kingdom first. Lip, as my eldest brother, you have been betrothed to Tami Tamietti.”

“What the fuck, Fiona?” Lip breathed.

“And your alliance with Three Rivers?” Ian spat. The muscle in his jaw ticking as he glared at his sister.

----

Svetlana scowled. “Your brother appears to believe he is privy to the councils of royalty.”

“What?” Mickey barked.

“She means it’s none of our business,” Lip answered.

“She’s correct.” Fiona sighed, “Ian, it’s not your concern.”

“Oh really?” Ian could feel a storm of temper and magic not even Mickey’s hand in his could soothe. He needed a focal point, and he found one in the form of a half-worked tapestry. Swirls of yellow, purple, and blue. His sister’s work, he guessed, though he never saw her sew anything but clothing before.

He recognized little of his sister these days.

----

But even if Ian doesn’t know much about this version of his sister, he knows—right down to the marrow of his bones—that he isn’t free from these machinations.

And he knows exactly how she’ll spring it upon him: she’ll bide her time. Then she’ll sidle up to him, give him her famous sad eyes while explaining how important it is that Ian does this thing for her. No, not just for her; for their entire family. The kingdom, even.

But that won’t work on him this time. Especially now he has Mickey.

“So, what does concern me, Fiona?”

----

“Ian,” Fiona sighs. “It’s been a long night—one that isn’t over yet for the three of us.” She motions between herself, James, and Svetlana. “Let me have a room made up for you. You and Mickey can cuddle by the fire and then sleep in one of our softest beds. All the rest of it can wait.”

“No.” Ian’s voice is like steel. “I’ll hold Mickey in our own room, in our own bed after you have told us exactly what your plans are for me.”

“Dammit, Ian! Why must you always be like a dog with a bone?”

----

“Fine!” Fiona growled. “The Tower mages are angry that Three Rivers has offered the blood mages land and sanctuary. Ian, we must take advantage of your good relationship with the Tower.

Ian narrowed his eyes. “That’s it? For me to write a letter to the Tower?”

“Not a letter, Ian. You. We need you to build a bridge between Three Rivers and the Tower. As the new magic liaison in Svetlana’s court.”

Whatever else Fiona said blurred together in Ian’s mind as all he could think was Terry Milkovich operates out of Three Rivers. Mickey would never be safe there!

----

“No,” Ian interrupts Fiona, voice firm and unyielding.

“Excuse me?”

“Why are you shocked, Fiona? You’re asking me to go someplace Terry Milkovich will be breathing down Mickey’s neck from sun-up to sundown. Did you think I’d thank you for that? So, no Fiona, I will not be going to Three Rivers as a liaison or anything else.”

“First of all,” Fiona slams her goblet down on the nearest surface, “I didn’t ask you anything. You are a member of the royal family and a subject of this kingdom; you will do exactly as I say, when I say it!”

----

“Ian ain’t one of your fuckin’ servants!” Mickey tries to muscle himself in front of Ian, but is stopped by Ian’s firm, restraining hand on his chest.

“The answer is still no, Fiona,” Ian says, never flinching away from Fiona’s flinty stare.

“Oh really?” Fiona laughs sardonically. “I wonder how long you’d last in the dungeons before you are begging to go to Three Rivers?”

With a growl, Mickey breaks Ian’s hold to stand bristling between Ian and his sister. “Just fuckin’ try it!”     

“I’m more than happy to toss you down there too, Milkovich! On opposite ends, of course.”

#galladrabbles #masterpost #The Sellsword and the Mage #Gallavich fanfic #Gallavich

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

songs for the cycle-breaker

i also think i've taken a different approach to this playlist in that i've focused on just late s3 zuko breaking free from his family. this playlist has much less of an arc than he does.

the thing about putting together a zuko playlist for me is that i am not emo and i don't believe in putting showtunes on character playlists bc they are already About characters. so this playlist is not super reflective of what i think zuko would listen to and is also pretty different from most of the zuko playlists out there which ARE full of emo bands/popular tiktok music. nothing wrong with that but it's not me.

1. dynasty - rina sawayama

i'm a dynasty / the pain in my veins is hereditary / and if that's all i'm gonna be /would you break the chain with me?

perfect song for the cycle-breaker of a royal family. i've seen this song on azula playlists and like. what chain do you think she's breaking exactly. the whole tragedy of her character is that she doesn't get free.

2. walk this way - mø

there is a light for you, burning for you / oh my mama said "it is burning for you"

zuko is, of course, a mama's boy.

3. take the journey - molly tuttle

take the journey / someday you'll make it back home again

pretty straightforward tbh. i like to imagine the lines "take the hand of the one beside you / let the fire guide you" as being about him & aang meeting the dragons.

4. relay - fiona apple

evil is a relay sport when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch

if this lyric were shorter i'd have made it the title. if this song had a more conventional song structure i'd have made a full fanvid instead just a little snippet. there is no better summary of zuko than this line.

5. altar wine - david keenan

there was once a man who loved me / he was older, he left this scar / and a book about an angel / that made her way back home to god / i still think about him sometimes / running my finger up its spine / may he fall into a well / he left me old before my time

yeah this song is heavily christian, but the characters in this song - the sighing mother the narrator identifies with, the older man who left a scar, the girl who sets fire to the curtains - feel very fire nation royal family. the fact that the older man gives him a book about an angel who made her way back home to god also feels similar to how zuko was expected to redeem himself and find his way home.

also, the singer just sounds fucking anguished, and literally screams near the end, which is pretty zuko imo.

6. black sun - irma

hold back, hold back, can't you see / how harmful all this can be / this ain't no place to call a home

amazingly, a perfect song for zuko's speech to ozai on the day of black sun.

7. shivers - JOSEPH

i strike my own light / even if it's not quite as bright

zuko decides to leave and strike out on his own.

8. grave digger - matt maeson

goddammit, i cannot bend / i'm all shriveled inside

a recommendation from the write-in question on this uquiz i made, one that i got a LOT, and okay yeah sometimes the majority opinion is correct. it's about deciding to leave behind your toxic family, and it's also easy to read "bend" in this line to refer to firebending. you win this one, zuko fans.

9. fear and loathing - marina

don't wanna live in fear and loathing / i want to feel like i'm floating / instead of constantly exploding

about how he had to find a new drive for his bending after he left, find something besides anger and fear to fuel him.

10. white teeth teens - lorde

and everything works out so good / i wear the robe like no one could

zuko being crowned fire lord at the end despite never thinking he was one of the cool kids worthy of status and power.

12. heirloom - sleeping at last

you are so much more than your father's son / you are so much more than what i've become

iroh to zuko <3

13. a burning hill - mitski

the title track. like all our angsty firebenders, he's been a perpetrator of the fire nation's brutality, its victim, and a witness to it. zuko 🤝 azula 🤝 jeong jeong - this song.

#Spotify #zuko #nina's personal log #my playlists

[mermaidsirennikita]

got any historical romance novels that have kinky subjects (ie spanking/praise kinks)? 👀

Boy do I

The thing about historicals is that there aren't as many true erotic romances in the subgenre, imo. But the category is growing! And many books that are not erotic still have great sex scenes and kink.

Scarlett Peckham is good on this front, for real. Books with kink in mind--

The Duke I Tempted. Hero is a submissive duke who seeks emotional and sexual release through being dommed by women. He even has a particular house where he sees a pro dominatrix. He and the heroine end up in a marriage of convenience, and he's ashamed of his kink, so he keeps it from her initially. It's honestly so good, and extremely hot, and does a good job with exploring submission from an emotional perspective as well as a hot one.

The Earl I Ruined. Heroine spreads a rumor that the hero likes being spanked, when in reality he was a professional dom at one point in his life (he is an earl, but times were rough). He really enjoys it, and the heroine ends up being a bit of a brat. It's definitely softdom, she's so innocent, but the book explains it explicitly and has some unique features for HR (he makes her masturbate with an apple, he shows her his dildos, he sorta rides her face at one point). There's spanking and praise for sure.

The Lord I Left. I was less into this, but tbh I need to reread. Hero is a virginal minister who ends up on a journey with a dominatrix in training. Has a lot of him spontaneously coming, which I always find delightful in books.

The Rakess. Much lighter on kink, but I thought I'd mention it because a) it's a virago heroine and a soft widower single dad hero who FUCKS b) she uses a butt plug on him during and he loves it which you rarely see in HR

Grace Callaway books usually feature some allusion to kink at least, though it's often kinda soft like "he enjoys dominating her in bed and there might light bondage". Still very clear and presented in a positive light. Some of the more "oh these people are KINKY" books include:

Olivia and the Masked Duke. Heroine and hero have known each other since she was a child so she's like a little sister to him (she's 18 and he's 30). Heroine accidentally spies on the hero spanking his lover and is SO awakened and sets out to seduce him, which horrifies him as he's friends with her DAD. These two are VERY clearly in a D/s dynamic, she calls him "sir" in bed, there's a lot of brat taming vibes. He does bend her over his knee at one point.

Pippa and the Prince of Secrets. Both hero and heroine (especially hero) are very clearly into exhibitionism. They use a sex swing at one point and she has him get her off in a crowded room of strangers while everyone watches them and masturbates. Lol.

Fiona and the Enigmatic Earl. These two mostly just fuck hard, but there's definitely implications with them roleplaying and her purposefully doing some bratty stuff to get him going. They also fuck it OUT in a room, knowing a third person is watching them through a peephole.

M is for Marquess. Grace loves a "my dead wife told me I was going to hell for liking to toss a girl about" plot, and this is THAT. The hero is a dominant and his dead wife super didn't like that, and the heroine has asthma so he's always like "my god I shall break her" and she's like "uh, YEAH, I sure hope YOU DO". I think he has a routine with her and maaaay also do Historical Romance Troubled Light Bondage.

The Duke Who Knew Too Much. Heroine walks in on the hero doing some LIGHT CNC with his mistress, and so when the mistress dies mysteriously she's like "NAY, HE KILLED HER" and then he has to take her to his kink club and go "okay listen I am just KINKY".

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe. Lockwood really gets off on giving and receiving pain; Nellie is happily into it. Not heavy, but they both tend to bite and scratch each other and draw blood during sex, he likes leaving bruises on her and she likes having them. The Bride Goes Rogue has some light brat/brat tamer stuff too.

Scandalous Passions by Nicola Davidson. FFM medieval, one heroine is a domme former king's mistress, the hero is a submissive warrior, and the other heroine is submissive as well. There's a lot of femdom in this one, and the older heroine is very clear about what they're doing.

In Which Matilda Halifax Learns the Value of Restraint by Alexandra Vasti (free on her website!). The hero is explicitly dominant, heroine is explicitly submissive in a really lovely way, like she NEEDS this to be happy and it's discussed by multiple people. He finds out she's been drawing pornographic sketches of him that ended up being published, and he shows up like "how do you know I'm kinky and how do you know about my ass tattoo???" Spanking, praise, bondage.

The Chasing of Eleanor Vane by Sierra Simone. I need to reread this, but I'm pretty sure there's D/s with a big age gap (and she's engaged to marry his nephew). It's Sierra Simone, so like. Kink is inherent. I can't remember if this has spanking or not but I feel like it does...?

The Last Crimes of Peregrine Hind by Sierra Simone. One hero kidnaps the other; they proceed to discover a mutual love of bondage.

The Conquering of Tate the Pious by Sierra Simone. F/f, features a villainous heroine. The convent is kinda... generally orgiastic and exhibitionist...? But the heroines specifically do some fun object insertion with D/s vibes.

Duke for Hire by Nicola Davidson. Heroine hires the sex worker duke to deflower hero. I believe they use some toys, nothing major, but for historical again it's much appreciated.

Seven Sinful Nights by Nicola Davidson. The heroine becomes the hero's temporary mistress and the have a D/s dynamic going. He's very doting despite honestly being kind of a scary guy, does shit like having her sit on his knee while he feeds her. Which is the dream.

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale. Medieval. Hero and heroine have a D/s dynamic in the bedroom, and he's the submissive. She lightly doms him a few times, and at one point role plays with him as a captive and her as his conquering queen with him like, suspended from the ceiling. She belts him. There's a breeding implication because in their roleplay she needs him to sire sons. I'll be real, this shit was PEAK. One of my favorite sexual dynamics in a book ever. The first sex scene is noncon, though--it's on the softer side with a forced consummation angle, but heads up. They do discover the dynamic during the encounter as she bites him until he bleeds and realizes she liked that part, and he like. Comes immediately.

A Rake's Rules for Seduction by Eva Leigh. Light switchiness. He doms her, she doms him, he gets tied up and cropped. Very service-driven hero (and he does eat ass, truly conquering new worlds for historical romance heroes).

Forbidden by Elizabeth Lowell. If you wanna see how some old schools did it, the BIG MAJOR sex scene is for sure D/s on the femdom side in undertone--he refuses to touch her but submits to her touching him and taking control.

Joss and The Countess by S.M. LaViolette. Reading this and loving it. The kink isn't super intense yet, but Joss is very clearly dominant in bed and aware of it. He likes ordering his partners around.

My Dirty Duke by Joanna Shupe. Not SUPER kinky, but the heroine is 18 and the hero is her dad's 40-something friend. He takes nudes of her, in a way that somehow feels kinky because of the way it's done. Very dom vibes, much praise, if they were in 2023 she'd call him daddy.

Lady Viper and The Bastard by Eva Leigh. 40-something hero and heroine do some light age play with a roleplay moment where they pretend she's a young virgin and he's her creepy dancing master.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #may be forgetting some and i have a lot to read