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sempersirens · 18 hours

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on god one of the best series i’ve read recently

helen [joel miller] ; masterlist

Si vis pacem, para bellum. Or, a retired hitman returns to the fold.

my masterlist

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ (MDNI), hitman!joel, husband!joel, graphic violence throughout, established relationship, artist!reader, love as worship (and a little bit of blasphemy), injuries, murder, revenge, cars, smut (individual warnings in chapter tags), fluff, angst angst angst (i mean it), joel is an idiot, heartache, healing, forgiveness, threats of rape/SA, mob activities, secrecy + lies, childhood/religious trauma, grovelling, the typical alcohol/smoking/profanity, erotic paintings, beautiful header by @tieronecrush, the john wick AU nobody asked for

a/n: this miniseries has been a passion project of mine for so long and i'm beyond thrilled to finally announce it! this is uncharted territory in lots of ways, so i hope you'll be kind and i hope above all that you'll enjoy this fic <33

chapters:

one ; dear joel two ; lure the wolf three ; the red circle four ; nowhere to run five ; be seeing you epilogue ; daisy

read on ao3!

extras:

moodboard by @cavillscurls

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painting in header: "Hug" by Marijana Rakićević (2015)

#dee recs #DEVOURED #joel miller fic

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sempersirens · 18 hours

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and what if i start writing for rust cohle

what then

#dee rambles #i need that dirty old man #rust cohle #true detective

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last line tag game

rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

thank you for the tag angel pie @mrsmando

using this as a sneak peak for (the long overdue) part 2 of the fig tree

His door gently creaks open on the floor above you; this time, you fight the urge to look up. You intend to be stronger this session, and no way will that happen if your first glimpse of him is the same view you'd have looking up at him from your knees.

npt (sorry if you've already been tagged i'm so late to this) (also cheating in number of tags bc everyone has def done this already): @javiscigarette @chaotic-iguana @atinylittlepain @auteurdelabre

#tag game #fic: the fig tree

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sempersirens · 1 day

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the best part of the aeneid is that aeneas did NOT put his whole pussy into getting to italy or even half of it. he limped through his fate with barely a quarter of his pussy and cried about it the whole time and by god can i relate. go king give us as little as you can

#aeneas they could never make me hate you #aside from during book 4 #but mummy issues et al i get it babe

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ: 𝘥𝘦𝘷 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵

#oh yeah….#mr patel i have always been familiar with your game

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SOMEBODY SEDATE ME RN

#the fucking MOUSTACHE #AHHHHHHHHHHHH

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sempersirens · 2 days

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silly little non-pedro related piece of writing below the cut

i wish for little

and pray for less

i wish for the final stumble toward stillness

to wash me clean of your weight

god left me alone in those halls

so hear me sprint barefoot

far from the cruel sting of your hip

and amidst the thrills that keep you from home

i pray

for those roads to swallow you whole

#dee writes #oh boy it’s trauma o’clock #2am poetry #sorry for being depressing

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Fleabag (2019) // Derry Girls (2019)

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sempersirens · 14 days

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(a late) @swiftiscruff gift exchange 🫧

i know i’m late - but i want to share some love for the people i have met in this community. i joined this fandom during a really difficult period in my life. i had moved home to live with my parents, heartbroken, and was failing my masters degree thanks to an abundance of external and psychological intrusions.

being welcomed into this community from pretty much the get go reminded me of all the good things around me at a time that i seemed to be overwhelmed with the bad. every interaction, from likes to reblogs to messages or shared horniness at 3am has given me a sense of belonging and friendship i didn’t even realise i so needed.

isn’t it so wonderful that creativity in its entirety is enough to bring people together? forget time zones or age groups or upbringing or occupation, we all share a need and desire to create and share and bond and lift one another as high as we possibly can.

so here’s to you all, the ones who have affected my life - big or small - in any way whatsoever during the past year. whether we’re friends, mutuals, ships passing in the night or have never even had a real conversation, i love you all and will never take any of this for granted.

@chaotic-iguana @nostalxgic @ilovepedro @mrsmando @dustydaddyyy @chaotic-mystery @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @joelsgreys @sapphic-gardn @party-hearses @planet-marz1 @joelscurls @swiftispunk @amanitacowboy @wannab-urs @atinylittlepain @hier--soir @softlyspector @bastardmandennis @beskarandblasters @limerence4u @persephone-girl @daydreamingmiller @sunspearesque @5oh5 @bornbetter @chiogarza @bageldaddy @janaispunk @pascalpvnk @shellshocklove @beardedjoel @joels-darlin @morallyinept @girlinterrupted1999

#ppcugiftexchange2024 #i know this is officially over but i was on holiday #dee rambles

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pedro pascal as javier peña

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mimi i adore you 🥺🫶

@swiftiscruff gift exchange ✨

this is for everyone who has been a light in my life this past year; be it through messages, reblogs, likes, comments, or just saying hi. fandom is everything: people all over the world connected together because of their undying love for one thing. it’s so beautiful. i’m so grateful to have met some of the most supportive, loving and kindest people i’ve ever encountered in nearly three decades on the planet. thank you for the laughs, tears and virtual hugs. you are all some of my favourite people in existence. you get me, and i can never state how important that is. love you 💛

@swiftispunk @joelscruff @macfrog @frannyzooey @undercoverpena @5oh5 @janaispunk @sawymredfox @scenaaario @cowboyatlarge @sempersirens @singaboutbeingfree @fuckyeahdindjarin @mermaidgirl30 @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @sugarcoated-lame @kiwisbell @hier--soir @knopes-waffles @agentmarcuspike @perotovar @cowgurrrl @ezrasbirdie @honeyed-miller @syd-djarin @bastardmandennis @hellishjoel @thetriumphantpanda @schnarfer @iamasaddie @saradika @joelsdagger @joeloverture @guess-my-next-obsession @bageldaddy @party-hearses @futureman @psychedelic-ink @pr0ximamidnight @prolix-yuy & anybody else who i may have forgotten to tag lmao pls forgive me 🥹

#not me grinning at my phone at 10:40am #when you pay attention to the right corners this fandom is beautiful #ppcugiftexchange2024 #i love you all

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

#mimi’s no.1 fan #🫶

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𓂂 ׅ 𓈒 ݁ get off the game boy

pairing: gamer!beomgyu x afab!reader

genre: non - idol au, smut

synopsis: you were being really needy but beomgyu wasn’t paying you any attention.

warnings: begging, oral sex (male!receiving), dom!beomgyu sub!reader

word count: 1.5k┊masterlist

author's note: enjoy :33

“Beomie,“ you whine tearfully, a culmination of the frustration you’ve been feeling all day. it started when you woke up with a warm, sticky feeling in between your legs; a dull ache settling in your gut and tugging at the edges of your thoughts ever since.

Beomgyu’s already been out of bed, and you’d found him in the living room in front of the tv, sitting in his pyjamas with a controller in his hand, barking orders into a headset.

And while you didn’t want to disturb him on one of the very few days he had to himself, you couldn’t help but feel…antsy. You’d been trying (and failing) to get his attention all day, barely met with hms and grunts as it were.

Which was how you found yourself changing into a pink lace slip, unable to meet your own eye at the reflection before you. your poor, overworked brain made you think it would be a good idea to try and - ahem- tempt him, but when it came to actually doing it, the thought made your face warm.

Another slew of Beomgyu’s curses at the game made you jolt, and before you knew it, you were walking outside to make sure he was okay. And he was, because of course. you, on the other hand, were standing half-naked in the living room at three pm while your boyfriend neglected to even look your way.

You stood to the side, wringing your hands and waiting for him to look at you, but after a whole minute with you getting no attention whatsoever, you gave up and cleared your throat. Beomgyu’s eyes flicked your way - victory! - for a bare second until he rolled them and turned back to the screen.

Which was also how you ended up here, whining from over his shoulder for him to acknowledge you. He doesn’t, of course, not until you’re stood next to him pouting while looking down at him with dazed doe eyes, giving you away.

Beomgyu knew exactly what you needed and within seconds a harsh order to pause was being whispered into his headset, fingers flying over the comedically-small-for-him controller as his chair finally turned your way.

Swallowing pitifully, you squirm under the weight of his gaze before risking a glance up at him to find his eyes twinkling with amusement, brow raised in question.

“Need you, gyu.” Your whispered confession only raises his brow impossibly higher, ghost of a smirk curving his lips before he’s turning away from you again. you’re frowning, half-stomping to stand between him and his screen before he wears his stupid headset again.

Desire winning against the shame brewing in you, you reach a hand out to his chest-

and his wrist circles yours, stopping you in your tracks.

You’re staring shamelessly at the slant of his jaw, the slope of his nose and the light caught in his hair, gauging his reaction until his voice rings out:

“Prove it.”

And you’re confused, too lost in the reliving the feeling of the way his nose bumped against your swollen clit as he ate you out for hours last week, responding with a meek “hm?” that has him huffing.

He doesn’t even clarify, just clamps a hand on your shoulder and pushes so you’re on your knees, settling you with your head at crotch-level.

“prove that you need me.”

And then he’s gone, eyes glued to the screen again.

You blink up at him from the floor, content to watch the muscles of his forearms flex as his fingers move on the controller, the vein jumping in his neck as his jaw clenches, the tension in his wide shoulders. startling, you realise that his his eyes are back on yours and twinkling with a challenge. right. proving it.

Shuffling between his legs, you lay your head on his thigh and peer up at him. he’s looking away now, of course. You’d be happy to drool at the sight of him semi-hard through his fitted light gray sweatpants (am i projecting? i am projecting) for hours, especially when the fabric stretches just right to give you a barely-visible outline you can’t help but trace with your fingertips.

Which is exactly what you do without realising until his breath hitches ever so slightly, a muscle jumping in his thigh. fueled by the vindication, you start tracing patterns on him through his trousers, palming him ever so slightly until he’s bucking his hips into your hand oh-so-slightly.

You’re too enchanted by the way he twitches against your fingers to realise how teasing your touch has been until you hear a half-whimper escape his lips, sending a jolt directly between your legs.

Pressing your thighs together in a futile effort to relieve yourself, you trail your fingers to his waistband and tug it down, reveling in the sharp intake of breath sounding from above you.

The sight of his tip flushed red makes your mouth water and your tongue darts to catch the precum beading at his slit before you can stop yourself; the sudden warmth making him jump under you.

Rocking back on your heels, you fumble to pump him with both hands - he’s just so fucking big you can barely touch the tip of your thumb and forefinger with your palm around him - before ducking down to lap lightly at his balls, slick with sweat. kitten licking the underside of his cock while pumping him slowly, you hear him loose a breath slowly before you feel the weight of his hand on your head.

Faster than you can blink, his fingers curl into your scalp and tug your head back, gaze thunderous when his eyes find yours. his fingers tap your cheek in silent command and your lips part on instinct, and then he’s pushing your head down between your legs, jaw aching at the sudden intrusion. ignoring your choked garbling, Beomgyu rocks his hips into your mouth until your nose is buried in his happy trail and holds you there, tears spilling over your cheeks while you struggle to adjust.

the second you struggle against his grip instinctually, his tsk tsk fills the room, mic clicking off before he strokes your hair, so at odds with the fact that he was holding you down with his cock in your mouth.

“Thought you needed me, honey? where’d my good girl go?” and oh fuck, it’s the tone he’s using as if he’s amused by the sight of you all ruined for him that has something cramping between your legs, breath wet and clicking in your throat as you whine around him, your fists trembling where they rested on his thighs. ‘m right here, i’m your good girl and i need you so, so badly so please please please-

but it’s like he heard your internal monologue, because his gaze softens in moments, thumb sweeping across your damp cheek.

“i know, i know. my good girl. take it for me, my love.” And all your queasiness dissolves the second his fingers scrape over your jaw, your discomfort dissipating at the sound of his gentle murmur.

Then he’s going back to his game, leaving you kneeling at his feet and gagging around him. every choke, cough or splutter is met with a quick glance at you; at your fingers curled on either side of your head to make sure you’re okay, not tapping out.

You know if your eyes had even a hint of hesitancy in them he’d stop; his supposed mean demeanor melting to give way to the cuddly teddy bear he really is. but you’ve reverted entirely to a floaty, dazed headspace, where your thoughts feel blissfully hazy and just out of reach, and you can’t comprehend the thought of not being here, keeping him warm.

You don’t realise how much time has passed until Beomgyu shifts forward, and the pins-and-needles in your legs make you whimper, gripping his thighs for support. Beomgyu immediately cups your jaw, reaching his other hand to rip off his headphones and turn the game off entirely before pulling you off of him, wiping the drool off your lips and supporting your head as you splutter, his patience infinite when it came to taking care of you.

“talk to me, princess. how are you feeling, hm?”

still on your knees, you shift forward with tearful eyes; breath hitching at the bruises you can feel have formed already.

you're barely stammering through "h-hurts, gyu" in a hoarse whisper before he's leaning down, wrapping an arm under your thigh and around your head, lifting you into his lap instantly. you tuck your face into his neck, reveling in the safety of his embrace as you catch your breath.

he presses his lips to your forehead, stroking your head over and over while cooing praises to you. it takes a while, but before long you're pulling back, kissing his chin with a soft grin.

"there she is. there's my good girl. so perfect for me, aren’t you?" your shy nod makes him smile, fangs poking through in that endearing way that makes your heart hurt and the warmth blooming in your belly burn.

“can i have u now, beoms?”

and oh, you sound so wrecked for him, how could he ever say no?

and if his team lost the game, well. that’s on them, isn’t it?

#these bitches r insane #i’ll back my babe kali to the ends of the world

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‼️ plagiarism klaxon ‼️

how is this happening again??!! what is this pandemic of complete and utter jobless behaviour??!!

report and name and shame as necessary this ain’t gonna fly anymore