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florenceafternoon · 3 months

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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

Because I will never get tired of them, here are some more fic recs. These fics are set in the wizarding world but aren’t necessarily canon complaints.

For reference, anything in italics is an extract from the summaries on ao3.

Never Quite Awake by @sunshinemarauder

“Endings are nothing unfamiliar to Lily Evans; she’s seen the ends of sisterhood, friendship, and innocence, all from miles away. But this is an end unlike any other. An end that was never supposed to happen.”

If to love someone once is to break their heart, to love them twice is to break yours.

Lily falls for James in her seventh year. But the couple are sent onto two diverging paths when a life-shattering altercation halts their burgeoning relationship. Five years later, she's a curse breaker and he is a soldier.

When they meet again, it feels like coming home.

All the angst that comes with a jily second chance romance that takes place during wartime. A fake dating subplot, cursebreaker!Lily, pining!James. What more could you want. France (country) - a relevant tag

Through The Rain by @bookeatingbean

James and Lily's first kiss, and the story behind it. There's some fluff, some character study, and some good old-fashioned angst.

If you're looking for a character study that shows how they grew up through their school years. This fic shows you that Lily was not a perfect person and James was a bully for the sake of it but he grew to understand that the world does not revolve around him and strives to do better. Or Lily is stubborn and James is the definition of a ride-or-die

It's been a long time by writtenbyfreckles (on ao3)

It's been ten years since Lily left Hogwarts. She's returned to England to work as a Healer on the "ward of the wacky", only to find home isn't as safe as she thought it was. An attack leaves her locked in a ward with her patients, a bunch of Death Eaters and an Auror she hasn't seen for a long time.

I need more cannon divergence Auror!James and Healer!Lily

The Guide To Becoming A Better Man For Lily Evans by @padfootswhiskers

prompt: I decided to walk outside shirtless (accidentally) but I forgot it's winter and why're you screaming at me like that? And oh gosh, you're very pretty.

lingering days, short-lived nights by letthebookbegin (on ao3)

The summer before seventh year, James is desperately trying to think of anything but Lily, who's burrowed her way into his mind and looks quite comfortable there.

The summer before seventh year, Lily is craving a distraction. Avoiding her sister, she picks an ice cream shop for shelter.

At the end of a long summer day, their paths cross - and the rest, as they say, is history.

Ties That Bind by @charmsandtealeaves

Lily Evans grew up with old wives tales about soul mates, but she'd never put much stock in the idea. Not until after she learned about the world of magic and the fact that soul bonds were a thing that actually existed. Which makes these strange new feelings and experiences that much more difficult to manage.

So I read this a while ago but stupidly forgot to bookmark it and then I spent nearly an hour trying to find it again. Needless to say, I ADORE this fic and you should all go read it. Like, right now. Then come back here to talk to me about it.

Lily Evans Doesn't Believe In I Love You's also by @/ charmsandtealeaves

“Did you hear Lily Evans doesn’t believe in I love you's?”

It wasn’t exactly a secret. But no one knew why, until she decided to share a bottle of fire whiskey in the astronomy tower with James Potter.

Same Lily, same

Meet Me At The River also by @/ charmsandtealeaves

A chance encounter with a misplaced owl leads to a correspondence between pen pals. Lily confides in her mysterious Flea and finds herself falling along the way.

I can't remember if I've recommended this one already, but even if I have I'll rec it again because I love it so much!!

Your Friend, James by @thelighthousestale

It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.

Just the ending of this one is everything. James and Sirius are never beating the codependent allegations

Castling by @missgryffin

When they were still very young, Remus Lupin’s dad married Lily Evans’ mum. It changes everything.

Lily and Remus are like the little brother who got bullied and then found friends except he invited them over for the first time and they all act weird because they're mildly terrified of his older sister. Friends to lovers jily is only rivaled by academic rivals jily.

Just the Two of Us by @arianatwycross

Head Students James and Lily face a perilous twist when a malicious potion surfaces in hate mail directed at Lily. Dumbledore orders a week-long quarantine in the Head Students' suite. With unspoken crushes lingering, the duo navigates close quarters, leading to unexpected revelations, lingering looks and forehead kisses.

silence and patience, pining in anticipation by @kay-elle-cee

Lily’s been hung up on James for years; a tipsy conversation might be the push she needs to do something about it.

DRESS IS A JILY SONG FOREVER AND ALWAYS

The Devil in the Cloak Room by @chiechie97

Getting your heart broken when you’re 17 seems to alter your brain chemistry more than you would think. Which is the precise reason why Lily has no intention of reconnecting with the friends she lost at the end of school.

And besides, she has no chance of knowing anyone at the masked Halloween party her friend drags her to. Especially not the guy in the devil mask. Right?

Usually I rec complete works but this one is so good I had to include it

Deception and other ways to find love by @annasghosts

“I’ll be your fake girlfriend, Potter.” And this is how Lily Evans embarks on the adventure of (fake) dating her former Hogwarts nemesis (and crush, but ssssh, it’s a secret). Will she be able to keep her cool? Will he?

Class of '78 by @emeralddoeadeer

Class of 1978 Five Year Reunion - July 29th, 1983

Now is the time to look upon our shared experience, our similarities must unite us rather than letting our differences divide us. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry invites the Graduating Class of 1978 to return to the castle for a weekend of reconnecting, reminiscing and recreation. We hope the passage of time has been kind to you all and look forward to welcoming you soon.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorc, DWiz, X.J sorc, S of Mag Q

It's been five years since graduation, and while many things have changed, some things never will.

James Potter Won't Go Quietly by la_plus_heureuse (on ao3)

Lily Evans remembers plenty about James Potter from Hogwarts. But an assignment from Mojo Magazine to profile the Quidditch star turned activist makes her realize what she remembered was all wrong.

canon divergence staring quidditch player James and journalist Lily

On A Scale of One to Ten (requires an ao3 account) by @petalsinwoodvale

Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming auror named James who is recovering from injury in her ward. No one else on staff will sit and talk to him, mostly due to septic skin covering most of his upper torso. Lily, however, finds him charming and funny. Naturally, when James' injuries start healing, he grows more and more handsome. The other healers suddenly take interest in James, romantically ...

foxy by lizpaige (on ao3)

Lily joins the boys at the shrieking shack on a particularly difficult moon in her new animagus form.

Lily & Remus friendship is so special to me

#jily fic rec #jily #jple #lily x james #lily evans #james potter

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ravenyenn19 · 9 months

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So… can’t stop thinking about this head cannon I realized I have.

If Kaz and Inej have kids (whether adopted or biological)… I personally think that their son &/or daughter would be the Grishaverse embodiment of Indiana Jones/ Lara Croft.

Let me tell you why bc I’m not wrong:

The love of complex puzzles from Kaz & climbing/fighting of Inej.

Lara’s long hair??? Indy’s obsession with his hat??? Come on now.

The potential for 💰 in the antiquities hunting field/ the desire for financial freedom comes from Kaz HOWEVER the appreciation for culture & peoples from all over comes from Inej.

A Kanej child would ABSOLUTELY use a forking ice pick as a weapon like Lara??? (I feel less inclined on Indy’s whip but in a pinch they would be aces with it.)

The DESIRE TO TRAVEL THE WORLD COMES FROM MAMA ‘NEJ.

IMAGINE THE LOCK PICKING SKILLS THESE KIDS WOULD HAVE FROM DA???

The TRICK SHOTS WITH REVOLVERS FROM UNCLE JES?

THE PEOPLE SKILLS & LANGUAGE LESSONS FROM AUNTIE NEENS??

THE ABILITY TO CONSTRUCT/COMBINE THINGS IN A PINCH FOR EXPLOSIVE EFFECTS FROM UNCLE WY??

I’m right.

Validate me & I might write this along with my Alby Rollins 1920’s-esque Ketterdam fic. 👀👀

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petermorwood · 1 year

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In light of all the renewed interest about Martin Scorsese’s long-overlooked “Goncharov” (1973), has anyone noticed the element which repeats in his later and much better known film “Taxi Driver” (1976)?

It’s The Gun As Protagonist Accessory.

In “Goncharov” it’s right there on the poster, held by Robert de Niro: that’s a Thompson M1921 with 50-round drum magazine, the classic gangster gun, the Chicago Typewriter, the gun that made the Twenties roar.

This weapon has appeared in many gangster movies, most famously in the original “Scarface” (1932) where Tony Camonte (Paul Muni), encounters one for the first time when it’s used in a murder attempt against him and all but falls in love with the thing.

“When this gives orders, people listen!”

In “Taxi Driver” it’s an enormous revolver, a Smith & Wesson M29 similar to the one carried by Dirty Harry, though here made even more imposing with an 8” barrel (Harry’s was only 6”). Scorsese is making a visual comment about the way his anti-hero Travis Bickle (Robert de Niro again) compensates for perceived inadequacy.

I’m not making any observations about trigger discipline. Really. No. I’m not.

Anyway, if Bickle could be associated with the clock motif in “Goncharov” the clock in question would be a cuckoo, so playing around indoors with this hand-cannon is no more than might be expected.

“You talkin’ to me...?”

There’s even a piece on the soundtrack, accompanying the gun’s introduction, entitled “The .44 Magnum Is A Monster.” (YouTube link.)

Having said that, it’s worth noting that in the final confrontation – when Bickle proves himself a more than adequate hero by rescuing underage Iris (Jodie Foster) from her life of sex slavery – the huge revolver plays a less significant role than expected from the way it’s been set up. Bickle defeats his opponents with much smaller handguns and even cold steel in the form of a boot knife.

This hero has overcome his monster in more ways than one.

The Thompson plays a much more prominent role in “Scarface” than in “Goncharov”. Rather than a villain’s perverse secondary love interest, there it’s built up as a necessary adjunct of brutal power, which then fades into the background of relationships presented (this was released in 1973 after all) as improper if not actually warped.

“Ice-Pick Joe” Morelli’s (John Cazales) preference for a penetrating weapon rather than a gun (also favoured by real-life mobster Abe “Kid Twist” Reles)...

... is a pointer (sorry) at aspects of his character which couldn’t yet be stated clearly on-screen. What remains obvious through Scorsese’s direction and the excellent performances of his actors is that human failings are more destructive than any mere weapon.

It’s a masterful inversion of Chekov’s Gun, the premise where “a gun shown hung on the wall (for which read “any plot element given extra emphasis”) must be fired (used) before the performance ends”.

I haven’t been able to find actual screenshots from the film so these are representative images, but I hope they’ll show how, by utilising "Goncharov”’s recurrent clock motif to segue from Ambrosini (Al Pacino) winding one of his cherished antique timepieces...

... to Lo Straniero (de Niro) winding the clockwork drive of his Thompson gun’s drum magazine (incidentally an action seldom seen in films)...

...Scorsese manipulates his audience into believing that the film will culminate in a classic head-to-head gunfight.

That’s how Brian de Palma, a much less subtle director, ends his 1983 “Scarface” remake, with Tony Montana (Al Pacino) inviting his enemies to “Say hello to my little friend!”, the grenade-launcher attached to his automatic rifle.

Though “Goncharov” does feature some firearms action (it’s a gangster film after all), Scorsese leaves most its guns on the wall as a distraction until his audience realises, as the movie’s climax approaches, that destructive violence can take place as quietly and irreversibly as the passage of time marked out by a ticking clock in a darkened room.

#Goncharov #martin scorsese #firearms in fiction #firearms in film #taxi driver #trigger discipline #pinch of salt

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bird-inacage · 8 months

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Only Friends: Can Ray be Redeemed? Is Sand the Solution?

I know Ray has upset a lot of people in Episode 8. I do find it really fascinating how quickly the tide has turned on him, especially when you compare his actions to those of our villains of the first arc: Boston and Top. Perhaps I'm in the minority, but I still choose to believe that Ray does care. He's hugely misguided but not heartless.

Let me firstly preface that none of what I'm about to say excuses Ray's behaviour but is an attempt to unpack why I still hold hope.

A child lost with no anchor

Ray is emotionally immature (which as cliché as it sounds, is a direct product of his upbringing - or lack thereof). He largely operates on basic needs, as a child would: 'I want. I need'. It's all based on serving the self. He seems wildly incapable of thinking very far beyond that. Like a child, he can barely take care of himself, let alone anyone else. He's pretty helpless on his own in a lot of respects. Most people grow out of this. Through knocks and hardship, we learn the world doesn't revolve around us and how to equip ourselves with healthy and appropriate means to navigate through life. Ray however, still seems to be stuck in his infantile box.

I often joke that Ray is a bit feral, but there is some truth to that. Ray's been left to his own devices for the majority of his life. So it's no surprise he's developed this 'me against the world' attitude which is volatile and defensive, but ultimately keeps him caged in said box.

These traits are abundantly apparent in his relationship with Mew. Ray is the vehicle for Mew's self-destruction, but all he sees is the exhilaration of having a 'partner in crime', someone to be in 'cahoots with'. Like a pair of naughty school kids getting into mischief, rather than an adult partnership. Ray is all about immediate gratification over long term fulfilment because (as children do), they don't possess the wisdom and experience to think ahead. Ray seems unable to grasp repercussions or consequences in his decision making. It's always act first, think second.

To put it simply, Ray hasn't been taught boundaries and how to respect them. He just gets criticised for crossing them which doesn’t help him learn. No one has had the patience to teach him why and how. To guide, to steer, to direct, to mentor. To educate rather than scold. Prevention rather than cure. As a result, everyone around Ray serves to clean up his messes rather than equip him with the ability to not create them in the first place. He falls into patterns of behaviour that no one has seriously attempted to break which has only amplified with adulthood. The longer those habits prevail, the harder they are to change.

Does Ray harbour ill-will or bad intent?

Is Ray the worst? In my opinion, no. (Not yet anyway - I might eat my words later, who knows). I've said this somewhere before but intent makes all the difference when judging someone's actions. Choosing to actively cause harm whilst being fully conscious of the impact versus triggering damage to occur as a symptom of your behaviour is vastly different. This is where Ray and Boston differ. Boston acts without remorse, he purposely and calculatingly makes choices that will cause the maximum degree of suffering. Whereas Ray's a loose cannon. He leaves a trail of destruction where he goes, due to a lack of control and means to channel how he feels in a constructive manner. Boston's victims are targets, whereas Ray's victims are collateral.

I don't think Ray means to purposely hurt or harm the people he cares about. Because in doing so, he'll push them away - which is precisely what he doesn't want. (Though saying that, Ray doesn't seem to give as much of a damn if it's people he isn't invested in, such as Top). Ray's world consists of what Ray needs. It's not that he doesn't care about a single person besides himself, he's just so wrapped up in his own needs to even gauge the bigger picture.

When others do point out to Ray that he's hurt them, he does tend to look guilty and taken aback, as if he's thinking, 'But I didn't know. No one told me. I had no idea my actions would cause you to be upset'. Painful levels of ignorance. But I also see a huge amount of internalised frustration. 'But why? Why didn't anyone explain this to me? How was I to know?'

Ray is capable of showing remorse, of displaying guilt. He's not cold-blooded. Anyone who can demonstrate compassion is capable of redemption. Ray is seen to be genuinely appreciative and grateful when people are good to him. He's fiercely protective over people he cares about. Ray was also willing to jump in when Sand gets a call from his mum being in trouble.

One thing I do have to stress is the difference in Ray's demeanour when he's severely drunk/high versus when he's sober. His addiction tends to amplify his most primal desires, his most 'childlike' traits. The uglier sides of Ray presented in their worst light, set to maximum. The raging tantrums, the absurd and unpredictable demands, an explosive and dangerous impulsiveness. People often refer to addiction as a form of sickness, which is worth noting when the person under scrutiny is effectively not well.

Learning by Example

Now let's talk about the huge importance of Sand in this equation.

Let me be clear - it's not Sand's responsibility to teach Ray how to grow up or behave more like a functioning adult. It's neither his duty to be a stand-in parent or caretaker. The unfortunate truth is that Ray doesn't have anyone in his life who plays that role. Who is the voice of reason. To keep him on the straight and narrow. In order to actually incite change, Ray needs to be receptive to whoever is trying to help him. We've seen he doesn't respond particularly well to the majority of people in his life. He's defensive with his father, his friends, deflective and pandering with Mew. The only person he's seen to show any signs of actually listening to and registering is Sand.

Whilst it's not fair on Sand, he might be the only person who has any real chance of encouraging healthy and positive growth in Ray. Because Sand loves Ray, he genuinely wants to see improvement for Ray's own good. I don't think it's a coincidence that we tend to see Ray's more endearing side when he's with Sand. His childlike qualities take on a sweeter, more harmless, playful tone.

He needs someone with an almost parental level of unconditional love to not give up on him, where others have thrown in the towel. Ray's character is essentially a personified cry for help. His mother was unable to cope. His father seems chronically exasperated and far too busy to actually be present. His friends have always seen him as bothersome and too much of a handful.

I personally don't want to write Ray off as a lost cause. Ironically, Sand may be the saviour he didn't ask for, but the one he really needs. Someone who can save him from himself.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #only friends meta #ray pakorn #ray x sand #sand x ray #raysan #sanray #khaofirst #firstkhao #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #ray is such a complex character that i could go on and on #khao just does such a great job of adding so many layers to him

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lamb-of-seven · 1 year

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Head-Canons for the Demon Brothers 3

Prompt: The Demon brother’s Kinks

!!Minors and Ageless Do Not Interact!!

Content Warning: Very Suggestive. Discussions of Kinks and Sexual Fantasies

It’s Sunday Smut-Day! So here is a HC of the Obey Me Demon Brothers Kinks. Enjoy!

I was a bit lazy and wrote this quickly and did not proof read, please don't come for me

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Lucifer: Man’s has a collection of whips and ropes and a love for discipline. No matter the role he takes he is definitely a dom and most of his Kinks revolve around that. He will make you his rope bunny, tie you up if you misbehave and admire how your skin looks, red and swollen from his work. He will also gladly use more than his hands when spanking you and will call you all kinds of nasty little names as his gives you a fair punishment for simply talking back at him during dinner. However there is a soft and romantic side to Lucifer so while on one hard he has a kink for restraining and punishing you he also likes be a romantic when intimate. He will surely love to have you after a long day on top of him while he runs his hands all over your body. However even when he’s a bottom, he is still dominate and can only let you ride him for so long before he’s grab your hips and thrusting up into you. Since he is the avatar of Pride he will have to make you cum from him alone and probably wont ever use stimulating sex toys, however he will spend hours if needs to for you to get off from him alone.

Mammon: Greed goes beyond Money so we know when this man gets horny, he is obsessed with doing nothing but continuously filling you with his cum. Mammon is definitely a switch. He can easily pick you up and throw you onto the bed and start pounding you and just as easily let you tie him up and toy with him any which way you like. Mammon craves both punishment and praise so I can see him being such a brat. He would spend the day teasing and toying with you, trying to turn you on and then deny his actions, just so you could get so riled up you punish him by over stimulating him. But then he will become needy and start to please you, looking for praise and validation that he is doing a good job. One you are intimate together he will be demanding for sex, not in an aggressive way but more a whiny way. And there are no quickies with him because his greed will make him want to cum 2-3 more times. I think he would totally be an exhibitionist. He wants everyone to know you are his. I think he’s too shy to do it out in the open, but more take you to a room he knows where everyone could hear you or a place there’s a high risk someone might walk in on you two.

Leviathan: Ok, so it’s cannon he wants a domi-mommy. I imagine Levi has the second highest sex drive, however he is a shy touch starved shut in and has major trouble making a move or asking for something new in the bedroom. He wants you to dominate him. To punish him with restraints, whips, chains, paddles, you name it he wants it. He is also very open to using toys and probably already has some he uses on himself. I can see that one you both finally start introducing vibrators he will start buying so many different types he finds online and then shyly gifting them to you. In addition to wanting to be dominated in the bedroom and use toys, he will absolutely have a kink for cosplay and costumes in the bedroom. This will probably be the few times he becomes more dominate because you both take on the role of the characters your dressed up as. The day you show up as a cat girl maid with thigh highs, he’s pinning you against the floor with his face between your thighs working hard to make you cum.

Satan: He’s a romantic, a charmer, but also a cocky prankster who embodies wrath it’s self. So his kinks go from soft to hardcore real fast depending on the situation. One moment he’s asking you to dress in traditional romantic clothing so he can sweep you off your feet under the moon light in the rose garden, to grabbing your hair, and digging his nails into your shoulder until you bleed as he pounds you on Lucifer’s desk. If you make this man jealous, he will take his revenge out on your body as he curses you while pounding you. For him it’s how he takes out his anger without truly harming you. There will be a lot of degradation and biting and spitting. He will dominate you in the meanest way possible if he caught you kissing lucifer, and tell you how thankful you should for his cock. Then when done, he will give you a nice hot bath, and take care of any scratch or bite marks and give you such tender aftercare. I also believe Satan would engage in pet play once he is comfortable enough. I don’t think he will take it too far though, just a collar and cat ears. But if he was a bit drunk he might take it a bit further.

Asmodeus: I feel like the real question here should be “What Kink doesn’t he have!?” He is the embodiment of sex. Highest sex drive and kinkiest person in the three realms. I feel like because of his love of beauty, his primary kinks would be more romantic and intimate. He would want you both to be surrounded by mirrors and cameras, making home videos to later watch while going on round 3 or 4. For him it’s primarily all about pleasure as opposed to power play. He would like to use anything to enhance the senses be it drugs or essential oils and special bathes. He wants you to feel every inch of him and to feel every inch of you.

Beelzebub: Our sweet innocent baby boy. He’s so simple with his Kinks. Food and Oral. That it. Mixing the two is even better. If you surprise him by laying fulling naked on his bed with nothing but whipped cream covering all of your sensitive areas, he will be a happy man. Beel would take things very slow even when very riled up, because the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. He will take his time doing lots of foreplay and confirm verbally with you when you are ready. Once inside of you, he will take charge, but not be too dominate. Beel will absolutely be the type who needs to occupy his mouth and how it’s one of his most sensitive zones, so he’s doing a lot of making out, biting, and sucking at your nipples and neck and ear and lips and anywhere he can place his mouth. He is more so a one and done kind of guy, where once he cums he will cuddle for a bit then get up, grab a snack and bring it to bed for both of you.

Belphegor: Somnophilia, dream sex, and he’s a brat. Our lazy sleepy boy would rather cuddle and sleep with you to be intimate over sex, however doesn’t mean doesn’t get into the mood. I feel that since he has the power to enter and control others dreams, he would totally pair it with somnophilia. So if your asleep while he’s awake, he will take full advantage of it. He will slowly touch all your sensitive areas to get your body prepped then enter your dreams. While dream versions of him and you are getting down and dirty, he’s pounding your unconscious body. In the dream world, he can manipulate things to his liking and will use it to his advantage to humiliate you. He loved the way you blush a whine and scream while he’s inside of you. The dream scape is endless and in a way a perfect excuse. In the waking world, if you confront him about it, he just simple say, well it was just a dream so it’s didn’t actually happen. He’s such a bratty, manipulative demon. However he is also a romantic when he want’s to be, and outdoor sex is the best for him. The be under the stars embraced by the night air sets him in the mood for romantic slow sex with you.

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smok3r7 · 4 months

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Three, Two, One - Draw! One-shot

Cowboy Joel Miller x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Main Masterlist & My Ao3

Summary: In Tombstone, you’re the bartender at Wyatt Earp’s saloon, a favorite actually. You’re one of the fastest shooters in the west, having learned from the best - your brother, Doc Holiday. One night after your shift at the saloon, your husband Joel Miller, tells you he wants to practice your draw speed. However, he’s not talking about guns.

Word count: 3.8k

⚠️Warnings: Age gap (not specified), no outbreak, brief sexual harassment, slight angst, clothed grinding, vibrator use, unprotected PiV, cream pie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pregnancy talk

Okay look, I know vibrators didn’t exist back then! BUT JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THIS PLOT, JUST IMAGINE THEY DO!!

@strang3lov3 here it is bug, finally got it all figured out bahaha💓

@chloeangelic 💓

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The Dexter Saloon - Wyatt Earp's bar here in Tombstone, was busy with cowboys that have their whores and then the red bandits also with their whores. But on two separate ends of the saloon, everyone knew better than to go onto the others - otherwise all hell would break loose. Not saying it never happened, but people knew the consequences.

Everyone was either sitting at the gambling tables or they were watching others play. Then there were the older guys who just sat in their designated bar stools and drank until they couldn’t see straight. This was an everyday occurrence, this saloon was rarely ever empty, you could count on one hand the amount of times that’s happened.

“Hey honey,” Eric, an older cowboy, raises his empty glass towards you on the other side of the bar top.

“Comin’ right up,” you chirp back as you slide over to grab his glass and take a whiskey bottle from behind you as you fill it and hand it back with a wink. The cowboy raises his glass, “Thanks hon.”

You have been the bartender here at The Dexter for, shit, like fifteen years. Which is a pretty big deal because men are usually the only ones who can bartend, however you and Doc Holiday are siblings. So people knew not to fuck with you, and if they did, they were in for hell of an awakening - either from Doc or from you.

Ever since you could walk, Holiday would teach you how to handle your guns and how to fight with your hands. At the age of eleven you could beat your older brother in a gun match, you were a straight shooter, no hesitation - center mass all day long, fast ones at that. But since you’re a woman, you knew that you wouldn’t get the same chance as your brother would, as fucked up as it is, you understood it but you use it to your advantage.

No one fucks with you, they damn well know better. Well for one, everyone here in Tombstone knows who your brother is, and secondly, some have personally been shown why they shouldn’t mess with you.

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One of the first nights you started at the saloon, a group of red bandits came in and tried to harass and intimidate you. Howdy sweet thing, what’s a pretty girl like you working here? I bet you let all the cowboys run on you huh? Why don’t you let us have you, huh sweet thing?

All you could do was smile and ask what they wanted to drink or if they wanted in on some tables. However, all they did was stare at your body like you were a piece of candy just waiting to be unwrapped.

Okay yes, you used your tits and ass to your advantage, but you work in a saloon full of rowdy men who are easily manipulated into giving tips. So why not? You’ve always gotten harassed, so it usually doesn’t bother you, but when it comes to your job - you tend to become a loose cannon. Because It’s not like you were whoring yourself out to all these men, you have been loyal to one man for years and years - Joel Miller.

However this group of bandits ignored your questions and tried to violate your sense of safety. But you were quick enough to grab the two steel revolvers that you keep in your hip holsters and you pointed them at two of them, they all froze.

“Now, you have about five seconds to get out of this saloon before I blow holes in all four of you bastards.”

You weren’t scared, you just wanted them to leave so you could continue your job. The two men that you’re aiming at start to laugh, but the click of you clocking the two steel guns makes them stop.

“You think we’re scared of some pretty gal with some guns she don’t know nothing about?” The older one chimes, you only have the two younger ones on lock, but the other two haven’t even drawn their weapons.

“Who said I don’t know my way around a gun?” Give me a reason I dare you. A beat goes by and you watch the two that are only a mere two feet away from the silver barrel, and they are terrified. Your eyes then go to the older two and you watch at how they observe your actions, go ahead do it.

You’re not sure what makes the group of men back down and apologize for the incident and leave the Saloon. Maybe it was the way your face had zero emotion or the way your hands weren’t shaking in the slightest. Whatever it was, they left and you haven’t seen them since.

—

“Howdy darlin’,”

Your hands stop wiping down the inside of glasses and you turn your head, Joel. As you turn your body towards the swinging doors, you smile. He causes your head to feel dizzy and your heart to flutter, you’re not quite sure how you got so lucky.

He’s now walking towards the bar and when he reaches it, he leans his elbows on it as he looks you up and down. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat just like yours, a red flannel that’s tight around his arms and chest, his dark jeans causing his thighs and ass to stick out.

“Just ‘bout done, just waiting for Mary to come and take over,”

Joel does a quiet, alright, as he watches you go back to drying off glasses and putting them back onto the shelves behind you. You can feel his eyes on your figure when you’re turned away, your light washed jeans hug your curves in a way that makes everyone stare.

“Want a drink before we go?” You ask him as you grab the bottle of whiskey that’s just about a quarter gone and spin around to show him. Your hair that laid on your shoulders now behind them from your spin, exposing your cleavage to him. His eyes go straight to the opening of your light blue button down and he smirks as he goes, “Only if you are.”

Why not? My shift is basically over, Mary is just finishing washing off the main tables, she’ll be over here any second. You think as you set the whiskey bottle next to Joel and spin back to grab two of the glasses you just dried, Mary can wash them.

You fill the glasses just over half full, been needing this after the day today.

“Damn darlin’, sure you can do that in one go?” Joel chuckles as you put the bottle back onto the shelf with the dozens of other liquors.

“Really Joel?” You laugh, now you’re directly across from him on the other side of the bar counter. You grab the full glass and rest your elbows on the bar top, causing your tits to squeeze together more. “Bet I could take it easier than you.”

His eyes leave your cleavage and dart to your eyes, his eyebrows furrow and his face reads, are you sure about that? You nod your head as you bite your bottom lip in a smile, you then remove your weathered brown cowboy hat and set it on the counter, Joel does the same.

You raise your glass to meet his with a clink and a hit of the bar top then you knock back the thick dark liquor. The burn in your throat is instant, but with determination to keep it down without a problem, it doesn’t bother you. All you do is shake your head once and grab your hat to put it back on, whereas Joel does a shake and a god damn.

When he slides the glass over to you to put in the sink he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with a hint of mischief in his brown eyes. Before you can say anything smart to him Mary comes around from the back and chirps, “You’re all set sweetheart!”

“Perfect timing dear, I’m just ‘bout to go bring her to test her draw speed and I wanna do it before it gets too dark here.”

As you hand Mary the keys to lock up after her shift, you quickly turn your head in disbelief of what he just said.

“What did you just say? You wanna test MY speed?”

“That’s what I said hon.”

You’re at a loss for words, does he not understand what he just did? When anyone tries to challenge you, in anything, you become extremely competitive - almost annoyingly competitive.

“Good luck with that Joel,” Mary laughs as she swiftly walks past you behind the bar.

As you walk towards Joel you watch how his eyes travel up and down your body, he reaches his hand out to take your hand. But you're quick to pull away and walk past him, as you push open the doors you turn your head and tell him, “Let’s go see who’s faster then, cowboy.”

—

You and Joel own a good size farm house just outside the small town of Tombstone, far enough that you have to take your horses. So tonight you make sure to stay a couple feet ahead of Joel, he’s so irritating, you think as your ears fill with the click clack of your horses hoofs.

Joel knows that this topic gets you worked up because you have had so many instances where men don’t believe your skills, but Joel was never one of those men. However, it now seems like he is, and it hurts.

Honey, can you wait up a second, you hear from behind you but you ignore him, you just want to get home and go to bed. Your feet hurt from standing behind the bar all day, you’re starting to get a migraine, the whiskey shot you took is turning your stomach. I just want to sleep.

After another minute of ignoring Joel, you reach the dark red home you two share. Go girl, you say to your horse as she takes off towards the back so you can tie her off for the night.

“What's wrong with you?”

You’re about to snap, you stomp up the porch stairs as you reach the back screen door and swing it open, along with the wood door and storm off towards the shared bedroom. Fuck you Joel.

He’s not far behind you. He’s asking a million questions to try to get you to answer but you just don’t, because if you do - it will not end well.

Now in the brown themed bedroom, you hear Joel shut the bedroom door and repeat, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You decide to finally turn around. But as you turn, you reach down to your hip holsters and quickly pull your two stainless steel revolvers out and point them in the direction of Joel.

“Woah, woah darlin’,” he sputters out with both hands up.

“Who wants to test who’s draw speed?” You grit between your teeth. Your vision is pure red, you haven’t cocked the hammers, but your thumbs are close to doing so. Rage is flowing through your veins.

“I- I was just- ”

“Just what Joel? Trying to get yourself killed?”

“No, no! Just look,” he says as he points his right hand down to his hip holster.

Still pointing your revolvers at him, you move your eyes down to where he’s pointing and your eyes widen. Wait, what, a vibrator? You then drop the guns and bring your eyes back to his whiskey orbs, his face now is smug.

“I was just tryin’ to be clever, that’s all darlin’,” he slowly steps towards you and when he reaches you, he gently grabs hold of your weapons and sets them down onto your nightstand.

“Well that was a stupid way of being clever, and you know that.” You tell him, your anger gets pushed away, now only a foot away from each other.

Joel chuckles, “Yeah well, I like seeing you worked up. Haven’t seen you like that in awhile.”

“You like almost being killed, cause that was the next step.” You chuckle as you look up into his cocky face, god he knows exactly how to get under my skin.

He knows that, he just won’t admit it, but he also knows that you wouldn’t hurt him. You couldn’t even if you wanted to, Joel was your best friend and lover, you would never put him in real danger. When it comes to Joel, you’re all bark and no bite.

A minute of silence passes, you’ve totally forgotten about the black vibrator that’s in his gun holster. Until he swiftly pulls it out and holds it to your chest, “Caught you slackin hon.”

You softly laugh at the realization of what he wants to do. You kick off your black cowboy boots next to the bed, and you hang your hat on the hook on the wall - Joel throwing the black wand onto the bed as he mimics your movements.

You undo your belt buckle along with your holsters, and slip your bootcut jeans off next to your boots on the hardwood floor. Crawling towards the top of the bed and you partially sit and lay down so your head rests just below the headboard behind you, slowly unbuttoning your baby blue shirt as you watch Joel tear his clothing off so he’s only in his black boxers.

“My pretty girl,” he murmurs as you let your shirt fall off of your shoulders and lay on the pillows beneath your warm body.

You’re now only in your red bra and panties set. This swirling feeling in your stomach causes you to feel excited, you two have a normal sex life but toys have never been implemented before. This was a new kind of feeling.

“Come show me what you got, cowboy.” You purr as you spread your legs to reveal the damp spot between your thighs.

Joel is quick to pounce on top of you, the toy is forgotten on the bed for the time being, he just wants to taste you for himself first. His lips are instinctively on yours, kissing you harshly like you two haven’t seen each other in decades. Your hands go to the back of his head as your fingers intertwine with his dark brown curls that have a hint of silver throughout, and your legs bent so Joel can grind his warm body on yours.

The groans that leave both his and your mouths are filthy, his hands are gliding up and down your rib cage then on your tits, then they’re gripping your hips. His bulge grows as he continues to grind onto your aching cunt beneath him. It’s like a crazy obsession you have with Joel, all you ever want and need is him. His hands, his cock, and his tongue, only Joel.

You’re so lost in the taste of him that you don’t even feel his right hand let go of your sweaty skin until you get this sudden vibration directly on your clothed clit.

“Joel!” You yelp as your hips jump from the strong new sensation, but he doesn’t let up. All he does is sit back on his heels and leave the toy on you, and he watches how you instantly start to squirm and whine.

“Calm down darlin’,” he chuckles as he watches your face contort from the pleasure of the new black wand.

“Fuck-“ your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as your eyes roll back, a tight feeling starts to grow in your lower abdomen, already? Not even a couple seconds later, your thighs start to jiggle and your back arches, a string of right there, yes baby, yes, escape in breaths.

“So pretty, I knew you’d love it. There you go baby,” Joel growls as he watches you unravel beneath him.

That’s the last thing you hear until your ears start to ring and you feel this warm release in between your legs. Your eyes tightly shut and loud moans leave your lips, Joel finally eases up and takes the vibration away from you.

Your chest rises and falls erratically as you try to collect your breath. Your eyes still tightly shut, the smell of sex and sweat fill your nose as you breathe in and out, in and out.

However, your time to recover is quickly halted when Joel slides your panties to the side, and thrusts his thick cock into you.

“Baby-“ you scream as your eyes burst open. Joel’s fingers dig into your hips, enough for some bruises to appear tomorrow morning. His thrusts are strong, the feeling of his cock going in and out of your dripping cunt has you seeing stars and has turned your brain into mush.

“Look at you, sweet thing,” Joel grunts as his rhythm increases, “Takin’ my cock like the good girl you are. I jus’ had to fuck the attitude outta you, is that it?”

Yes baby, yes, you slur as you reach your right hand to rub your clit to relieve that pressure in your lower belly that is growing closer to snapping. But before you reach your mound, Joel is quick to swat your hand away, nu-uh I got a better idea. Before you can cry out to him, you watch through your hooded eyes as he grabs the black wand on the bed and turns it on. You glance up at his face and you see the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk, he then pulls the band of your red panties up and directly puts the toy on your swollen clit.

Your hips once again jump, your body is not used to this stimulation, it’s all new to you. The mixture of Joel’s thick cock slamming into you, his large free hand still gripping your skin, his moans and whispers that leave his mouth, and the vibrator on your clit has you in complete shambles.

“Let it go darlin’. Cum on my cock, claim it baby, like how I’m gonna claim you. Ma-make you mine,” Joel groans as his eyes watch how your tits bounce to the rhythm he’s set. “Gonna put a baby in you, let ev-everyone know you belong to me.”

“Yes, Joel, mark me as y-yours,” you coo as you reach both of your hands up to Joel’s face to let him know you wanna touch him, you need to touch him. The coil that’s been brewing in your belly is so close to snapping, you just need a little more of him. Still with the wand on your clit and his cock still fucking into you, but now with a little slower speed, he leans down and lets your fingers caress his straggly beard and forces his lips onto yours.

The kiss is hot and sloppy, the mix of his and your saliva seeps into each other. Your hands are now on the back of his head like before, your fingers grab a bit of his curls and pull him back. As you do that, he pulls the vibrating wand off of you and halts his thrusts, his cock still deep inside of your tight walls.

You take a second to breathe and look into his eyes, all you see is pure bliss glistening in his whiskey colored eyes. The very ones that you love oh so much, and you do realize one thing - you want him to mark you, make you his completely.

“Put a baby in me,” you purr, lips only inches away from his, both of you smirking. Yes ma’am.

Without any hesitation, Joel puts the vibrator back on you and his hard thrusts begin once again. You both stare into each other's lust filled eyes as the two of you moan into one another’s mouths. That coil that’s been in your belly finally snaps as you feel Joel’s hips speed up and his moans become more broken.

Your back arches, your arms pull Joel into your body and your face burrows into his sweaty shoulder, your broken moans muffled by his warm skin. Joel orgasm isn't far behind yours. Suddenly his thrust stalls and he lets the black wand fall from his hands and it lands on the bed beneath your bodies. His beard scratches your neck as he moans into your skin, and his fingers dig deeper into your hip as his warm seed shoots inside of you. A shiver runs down your spine when his hips move a tiny bit, making sure his cum stays in you, like you begged him to.

Your two sweaty bodies stay like that for a minute before your high comes down and now you’re just sweaty and want his heavy body off of yours.

“Cowboy,” you squeak as you put your palms on his shoulders and try to push him, but he won’t budge. Hmmm, rumbles your skin where his mouth lays on your neck, you chuckle causing his body to jump with your laugh. “Can’t breathe.”

The vibration from him laughing tickles, causing you to push him harder but he still doesn’t move. Joel, you drag out with a whine, okay okay, he finally gives in. As he pushes himself off of your sore body, his cock slips out of your pussy and he watches as the mix of your arousal and his cum slowly seeps out of your pulsating cunt.

Your body jumps when you feel Joel’s thick middle and ring finger swipe the liquids and pushes them back into your overstimulated pussy. Followed by him pulling your soaked panties back over and giving a soft pat, your hips jump once again.

“Gotta make sure you get it all.”

You sit up on your elbows and you just stare at his sweaty body; his chest heaving trying to catch his breath, his cock covered in your creamy arousal, his curly hair a complete mess, but you wouldn’t change him for the world. The image of him in complete disarray in front of you, is an image that will forever be ingrained into your mind and soul.

Your lover. Your husband. The father of your soon-to-be child. Your Joel.

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