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talking body | joel miller x f!reader
read on ao3 | tlou is created by a zionist and tlou2 is based on the Israeli occupation on Palestine, pls visit these links to help. i urge other joel/tlou fanfic writers to do the same & add these resources to your posts to educate yourself or others who may still be unaware of this info.
pairing: joel miller x curvy f!reader
rating: 18+ MDNI
word count: 7.5k (dear god)
summary: joel doesn’t hesitate to show you just how crazy he is about you.
content warnings: jackson era, canon divergent, established relationship, unspecified age gap, (joel is late 50’s/pushing 60 & reader is whatever age you like her to be), fatphobic/misogynistic comments from a male oc, mentions of body insecurities, a little bit of jealousy (from reader), [internal] angst (feelings of guilt & shame), reader wears a form–fitting dress, joel gets handsy, body worship, pet names (sweetheart, darlin’, baby, pretty girl), brief vaginal fingering, biting, body marking, praise kink, sprinkle of degradation, 1 pussy slap, dirty talk (or as kat put it; joel miller and that FUCKING MOUTH), oral sex (f receiving), mild ass play, unprotected piv, rough sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, possessive!joel, pussy pronouns, creampie, fluff, joel just being such a sweetheart but also an absolute menace UGH, game!joel or show!joel, reader is curvy and can be interpreted as being mid/plus sized, but other than that no other physical descriptions of reader and no use of y/n.
a/n: this is completely self indulgent and i love doing shit out of spite so naturally i wrote this cuz of all the shit i’ve been seeing these past few weeks. also, this is me pushing the agenda that game!joel is a hips guy and show!joel is an ass guy, so i mixed a little bit of both in here bc i can. to everyone with thick thighs, squishy bellies, big tits, hip dips, and every thing in between i see you, i love you (so does joel), and he would fuck your brains out, he told me himself :3 thank you to my loves @skrunkly-scrimblo & @phoeberidgers for being my second and third eyes & helping my indecisive ass with the visuals (and for always putting up with me) ily both sm <3 | dividers by @saradika-graphics
oh! masterlist is coming in a few days (i’m sorry, i’ve been putting it off)
Joel’s still sitting at the table with Tommy and Maria when Dina cuts into your path as you approach the bar, you were getting refills for your table. Dina drags you along behind her to the open space where a few other Jackson residents are dancing, she points out that you still haven’t delivered on your promise to dance with her. You playfully roll your eyes as she tugs you along, you don’t really mind, you’re the type to drink and dance the night away whenever you and Joel joined your fellow Jackson residents at The Tipsy Bison, letting out all the stress and worries that had built up from days prior and tonight was one of those nights, you endured a long, shitty, fucking week.
One dance had turned into two which turned into three and very quickly you felt the overwhelming sense of heat from the lights and the alcohol running through your system warming up your body an ungodly amount. It didn’t help that the short, tight dress you were wearing was beginning to ride up your thighs and the thin fabric on your stomach clinging to your sticky skin as sweat started to pool in places you didn’t quite like.
You take advantage of the song coming to an end and spin out of the dance before someone ropes you back in, tugging the hemline of your dress down while you make your way to the bar to finally order refills for your table. As you wait for the bartender to come out from the back, you turn around to watch the rest of Jackson’s residents while they drink, dance, and laugh through the night, a smile tugs on your lips as you briefly spot Dina now dragging Ellie to the small open space. You continue glancing over the room, it was busier than usual though still expected, gatherings during the fall and winter months tended to occur more often, the cold weather gives people a reason to spend more time indoors, alcohol and loud music helps keep bodies warm and memories faded away. Nights like these are needed in Jackson.
Your gaze eventually lands on your table, seeing a tall, beautiful, dark-haired woman standing in front of Joel, you know exactly who it is…Esther. You’re not surprised, she’s been after Joel for years, completely disregarding your relationship with him. You don’t blame her, Joel’s one hell of a man but you can’t help but feel a pit in your stomach when you see a smile on his face as he cracks a laugh at her joke, she playfully smacks his arm in return and you avert your eyes to scan the crowd once again.
You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, Joel’s a gentleman, always polite and charming, he plays along as to not embarrass her.
So why does it bother you?
You feel stupid, again you can’t blame her, but then your eyes trail down her body, she’s got a few years on you but she doesn’t look it. From what you can tell, her body has remained the same since the day you met her.
Yours, on the other hand, has slightly changed to a noticeable degree, as you settled into Jackson as well as your relationship with Joel. Your breasts spill over the cups of a few older bras, you have a softer tummy that protrudes out in form–fitting clothes like right now and your thighs and ass fill your jeans out a bit more. It’s a dull feeling now, not really paying it any mind anymore, you were more aware of it at first, but occasionally, moments like this remind you of the changes in your body.
His body has deliciously changed with age; his hair now suitably silver, though the gray patches of hair spanning across his chest and down his belly don’t quite match the hair on his scalp. When he lifts his arms just enough his soft belly peeks out, perfectly protruding just above the waistband of his jeans. He’s insecure about it, his age more apparent when you’re beside him, not that he’d ever really admit that to you, but you picked up on it pretty quickly when he started opting for loose fitting button downs and jeans, but he clearly still has an effect on women.
With you it’s just….different.
Feeling the heat of a stare on you and knowing who it’s from, you glance back at Joel, your gaze landing on his face again, you can see his face more clearly now, Esther’s still talking to him, yet his attention isn’t on her, his eyes are trained on you and you’re met with an expression of hunger on his face. His eyes steadily rake down your body, feasting on the tight material clinging to your sticky skin, they pause and for a fleeting moment he fixates on your exposed thighs, his eyes trail back up to your chest, and as he lifts up the glass of whiskey he’s been nursing to his mouth, you catch his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes a long sip of his whiskey.
The faint buzz from the alcohol emboldens you and you wink back at him.
No longer giving those feelings a second thought you turn back around and try to wave down the bartender.
“Another round, please.”
“Sure thing, sweets.”
He turns away to grab your drinks, your ears perk up when you hear someone say your name, you turn your head towards the voice, noticing a few men sitting at the edge of the bar. You recognize one of them, a younger man, who happened to be your old patrol partner and your last fling.
Naturally, you eavesdrop on their conversation. Matt’s back is to you when you hear it.
“She’s not in her prime, you should’ve seen her a few years ago,” he sneers.
His words pierce through you, you know exactly what he’s getting at, it stings even when you know it shouldn’t, it festers.
A man you’re not familiar with, probably the newbie, stands further away, he opens his mouth to speak but you can’t hear what he’s saying, the music is too loud and you have to fight the urge to look directly at him so you can read his lips, but he says something that earns a few snickers out of the men surrounding him.
The shame coils and pulls taut in your stomach, twisting, pulling, scraping so tight it makes you dizzy and nauseous.
You don’t even realize your drinks had been placed on the bartop in front of you, Matt’s irritating voice cuts in and holds your attention, “Can’t believe a man like Joel is still with her. No real man can fuck women who look like that and enjoy it,” he says simply.
The shame turns to rage and your blood boils, you feel your cheeks heating up as anger bubbles in the pit of your stomach, the blinding rage looms over you and your feet move without thinking. You begin to step forward but for the second time that night your movements are interrupted, you hear her voice before she’s in front of you.
“You ditched us to grab drinks and yet we never got them,” Maria teases.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” you look away from the group of men and back at Maria, flashing her a smile, a little forced.
“Figured. Joel’s been eyeing you while you were dancing, I told him to join you but we both know he prefers admiring you,” she says, redrawing your attention by tilting her head into your line of sight.
She beckons you with a jerk of her head, “C’mon, your man gets grumpy when you’re away,” she says with a comforting smile. As the two of you grab the whiskey filled glasses, she hooks her arm through yours and walks you back to the table.
Joel pulls open your chair next to him, you sit down and silently hand him his whiskey, the anger fizzling out as soon as you’re beside him though the knot of shame still tight in the pit of your stomach. He senses something is off immediately, your behavior wildly different than twenty or so minutes before.
“Thanks, baby,” he says as he watches you intently.
“Mhm.”
You nod, shooting him a glance before averting your eyes back to a small group of residents dancing.
Tommy turns his head to ask Maria about the new patrol schedules for the upcoming week, Joel sees it as a window of opportunity, a distraction, so he throws his arm around you and tucks you into his side, just enough for you to smell the whiskey on him, he settles his palm on your stomach, his thumb starts rubbing small circles on your belly through your tight dress, “You okay, darlin’?” he whispers, his whiskey–warm breath against your ear.
“Yup. Just tired,” you say dismissively, trying to keep your voice light, hoping it doesn’t sound as pinched as your throat feels. You press a chaste kiss to the flecks of silver on his temple, attempting to sooth his worries, while internally trying to convince yourself that you’re not giving those assholes too much power over their words, even though you have, it gnaws at you so much it makes your bones itch beneath your skin.
He catches the deceit in your voice but he drops the subject, knowing not to pry in this moment, “Alright, we'll finish these and head home,” he kisses your forehead before he turns his attention back towards the conversation.
—
Joel kept on his word, the two of you leaving the gathering once you knocked back the rest of your drinks. However, finishing off your drinks meant the two of you were in a tipsy state and Joel’s insatiable when he’s got alcohol buzzing in his system. As soon as he closes the bedroom door behind him, he instantly pins you up against the door and presses his lips to yours, his mouth swallowing yours while his hands run greedily all over your body, grabbing and squeezing every part of you.
“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he says while he nuzzles his head in the deep groove of your cleavage, he nips lightly before leaving open–mouthed kisses to the exposed skin, his big hands come up to cup your breasts, your nipples peaked and hard beneath the thin fabrics of your dress and your bra.
“Fuck–” your whimper is cut off when Joel drags his lips back up to connect with yours, you hum as you taste his flavour, all oak and masculine and campfire like with a hint of spice from the whiskey. He moans as he licks his tongue into your mouth, one hand squeezes the weight of your breast while the other glides around to your back, pulling you closer. Joel always gets like this after a few drinks; it’s always heady, needy, sloppy like it is now. He kisses you with so much want and desire it makes your brain all foggy and your skin flare, forgetting the moment that threw off your mood.
That is until Joel’s hands make their way down your front, palming your tummy softly, one hand reaches under the hem of your short dress to cup your mound and the memory claws its way back to the surface, Matt’s words echo in your mind.
You tear your lips away from his and plaster on a tight smile, knowing your eyes will give you away, you stare at the scar across his nose, “Not tonight, baby,” you whisper, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek and tucking a silver curl behind his ear.
Though Joel Miller, as always, is on high alert, always studying the people around him, it’s all he’s ever known in his role of a protector. He learnt and memorized all your tells within weeks of knowing you, he doesn’t need to see your eyes to catch on, he senses the hint of sadness in the hushed tone of your voice, the same one he clocked earlier at The Tipsy Bison, he knows you’re holding back.
“Alright, sweetheart, what’s on your mind?”
You brush past him, walking away and sitting on the bed, “Nothing, I’m fine, I’m just tired,” you say a little too hurriedly, your voice too syrupy-sweet. That’s the third thing that’s tipped him off tonight. He follows you tentatively, sitting beside you placing his hands on your knees and guiding you to face him.
He assesses your face and sighs, “We’re not gonna do that. You’ve been real quiet and distant most of the night. Darlin’, talk to me,” he hooks a finger underneath your chin and gently tilts your face upwards, forcing you to look at him.
You shrug heavily, feeling stupid for letting their words sour your mood, but worse for thinking the same about yourself, when you should be grateful. Living, breathing, existing is a privilege, one that not everyone gets, something you and Joel are too familiar with, yet here you are letting dumb comments from even dumber men upset you. The same knot in your stomach from earlier pulls taut once again.
You rip your eyes away from Joel’s, not able to bring yourself to face the troubled look in his eyes. “It's just embarrassing, and I’m ashamed that I let things still get to me,” you admit defeatedly, your voice barely audible.
“Baby,” he tugs gently on your chin again, “Look at me,” he murmured.
You blink up at him, forcing yourself to look at him, tears pricking in your eyes when you see the worry line appearing in between his brows and the hues of concern in his eyes once again. He reaches up to gently cradle your face, the contact sends you over the edge and a tear cascades down your cheek, his calloused thumb swipes it away, the turmoil clear as day in his eyes, you hate that you’re the reason for the pained expression on his face.
“Tell me,” he implored, his voice pinched as he spoke.
You can feel the walls of your throat constricting and the rapid thump of your pulse right below your jaw as you swallow tightly. Just hearing the hurt in his voice should stop you, should make you drop the whole thing. You think about leaving Matt’s name out of it, just by mentioning that Matt was the one reaffirming your deep-seated insecurities will upset him alone, Joel’s hated the guy since the day he found out you fucked him but leaving his name out of it feels like you're protecting him.
That coupled with the look of worry on his face, knowing his compulsive need to do right by you but he can’t if you don’t let him, coaxes you to tell him everything.
Biting the bullet and bracing yourself for impact, you take a deep breath.
“You know that guy, Matt, that I used to….” you trail off quietly, biting your lip.
His lips downturn into a soft frown and yet he doesn’t respond, just gives you a firm nod.
You avoid his gaze, picking at the loose skin around your nail, Joel notices and grabs your hands in his. Your eyes stay transfixed on your lap, you sigh deeply, “He said, a man like you shouldn’t be with someone like me, said he doesn’t know how you can fuck me and enjoy it,” another tear spills down your cheek, recounting each of his words feels like hard punches to the gut. “And then seeing Esther hitting on you again, even though everyone knows we’re together–I know I shouldn’t let it get to me but I can’t help how I feel sometimes,” your voice quavering as you ramble admittedly.
You peer up at him under watery lashes and for a second you can practically see him fighting the urge of storming out of the house and heading back to The Tipsy Bison to find the bastard, you can see it in the flash of anger that spreads across his features, in the twitch of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils as he takes in a sharp breath.
Instead, he exhales, “Darlin’, there ain’t nothing wrong with you,” he dips his head down so his eyes meet yours, you shrug again.
“Stop that. You’re perfect honey,” you can hear the sincerity in his voice as he runs his hand along your upper thighs, now exposed as your dress rolled up from your position on the bed.
“I get it darlin’, hell one good look in the mirror n’ I wonder how a pretty thing like yourself could want an old man like me,” he huffs a quiet chuckle.
You shake your head immediately, “Joel–”
“Sweetheart, it’s okay if you need remindin’,” he interjects you, “I have no problem remindin’ you,” he asserts softly, his fingers still tracing up and down your thigh.
You frown, “I know you don’t Joel, it’s just,” you sigh a shuddering breath, feeling that familiar pang of guilt in your chest, now regretting opening up to him. The heavy stones of guilt and shame weighing you down, threatening to swallow you whole. The last thing he needed was you burdening him with your insecurities, you know him, he’ll dwell on this for days to come, checking in when he feels you pulling away.
“Lemme show you, baby,” he says while softly grabbing your hands, prying them away from your middle.
“No, Joel–” you began to protest.
“Need to see my beautiful girl,” he encourages you gently, his hands roam down and pause right below the hem of your dress but he awaits your permission.
You nod softly and lie back against the headboard, you watch his face as he carefully and slowly grabs at the skirt of your dress, shoving up the soft, red material over your waist, revealing your soft, pillowy silhouette.
He hovers over you as he takes his time palming the slopes of your curves, his big hands grab two handfuls of your breasts and squeezes them tightly, lifting the weight of them up and dropping his head down to nip at each breast, then letting them fall and marveling at the bounce of your tits. His hands find your hips, he’s sliding down the bed, just enough so his head is level with your middle, he dips his head down and presses his lips to the soft flesh, his teeth sink into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, you involuntarily let out a soft moan.
He grips your hips more firmly, almost like you’ll disappear before him if he doesn’t, he moves his lips to your other hip and nips at your skin, “My sexy girl, fuckin’ can’t get enough of you,” he says lowly, his breath hot against your skin, you whimper softly as both of your hands find the nape of his neck. His mouth moves to the soft swell of your tummy and he nips at the supple skin right above your belly button, the coarse scruff tickles your skin and you can’t help the giggle it elicits from you.
He pulls away and peers up at you, eyes dark and full of lust, his mouth hovers over yours, “You drive me crazy, you know that, baby?” He whispers fervently against your lips, his fingers squeezing the meat of your thighs.
Your glassy eyes meet his as your hand comes up to cup his cheek, “I’m pretty crazy about you too, handsome,” you whisper, his cheeks flush pink at your words, still so bashful. He kisses the heel of your palm before patting the side of your thigh, “Turn around for me sweetheart, go on, all fours, need to see all of you,” he smirks, his eyes full of intensity as they drag down your body.
You do as he asks and move to the middle of the bed, flipping onto your knees and walking your hands out in front of you, arching your back slightly and hiking your up ass in front of him, he moans at the sight. “Good girl,” he praises softly behind you and your pussy throbs, a familiar sticky heat pools in your panties at his words. You playfully take a glance back at him, his eyes dark and half-lidded as he sits up and moves to his knees behind you, his hands run up the backs of your thighs all the way up until they meet the globe of your ass and he whistles lowly.
“Look at you, so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs, oggling the curve of your ass as his index finger sneaks under the lace trim of your panties, taking the material between his forefinger and his thumb and lightly skimming his fingers down the lace, “N’all for me.”
His fingers roam down to your covered slit and you let out a soft gasp, which only spurs him on, he runs his fingers along the wet spot on your panties, smirking when he feels the wetness staining your panties, the tips of his fingers dip below your clothed slit, “There's my girl. Always so fuckin’ wet for me, huh?” You hum softly in response.
The tip of his middle finger pushes past your outer lips and you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress the whimper you let out. You’re already so wet, you’re always so wet and willing for him. It should embarrass you, how easy you are for him but it doesn't because it’s him and knowing how much he revels in this, in you makes that small pinch of embarrassment fade away instantly…every single time.
You risk a look at him over your shoulder as he pulls his finger back out and in one swift movement he puts his finger between his lips, quickly sucking your arousal off his finger, like it’s a mindless, habitual thing for him, like he’s sneaking a taste of his meal before he digs into it. His hands reach for the waistband sitting on your hips, pulling the lacy fabric down, marveling at the dark fabric against your skin as he slowly drags the material down your thighs, his eyes catch the opaque wetness soaking the lace while he pulls them down and he moans shamelessly.
Your eyes widen while you watch him bunch up the material and shove the lace in his back pocket and then his hand lands an affectionate smack to your ass, “Eyes forward, sweetheart.” You tear your eyes away as he brings a firm hand to the small of your back, pressing you down and deepening the arch to his liking, you instinctively drop to your forearms– so pliant and needy for him–he brings his mouth down and sinks his teeth into the lush of your ass in approval.
His hands grab your inner thighs, spreading your legs, now he has full sight of your glistening core, two thick fingers stroke through your folds, “Look at that, she’s so pretty baby. She’s droolin’ down your pretty legs,” his voice low and deep.
His words make your pussy throb, you can’t help the whine you let out, “Joel, please.”
“Please what, pretty girl, use your words,” he commands, his fingers still languidly messaging through your puffy lips, smearing your arousal all over his fingers.
“I need you, please do anything, please,” you mewl, not caring how pathetic you sound.
But still, not enough for Joel. A loud wet smack fills the room as he lays a firm slap to your cunt, your body flinches forward, the edges of your vision blurs and your aching, swollen cunt tingles and clenches at the harsh, yet welcomed contact.
He tuts, “You want my cock that bad, baby, I wanna hear you say it.”
Bastard.
“Joel please, I want your cock. I want it,” you whine and writhe beneath his firm palm.
“Okay, alright, baby, s’all I wanted to hear,” he cooes, his slick-coated fingers now soothing your folds. “I just need to taste her first,” he shifts behind you, sliding down off the bed, his knees creaking as he kneels on the floor, he pulls you back towards the edge of the bed by your thighs. He tilts his head up just enough to dig his teeth into the meat of your upper thigh, just below the curve of your ass cheek and soothes the sting with a wet kiss.
You shiver, you’re aching for him and his mouth is everywhere except for where you need him to be.
Joel’s hands come up to grab the meat of your ass, spreading you open and gently pushing you forward for better access, he brings his mouth to hungrily kiss your inner thighs, tasting the sweet, sticky slick coating your skin and a pitiful moan slips from your lips.
Joel seems to have heard it and that’s all it takes for his lips to make contact with your pussy, your breath hitches in your throat as he flattens his tongue and licks a long, slow swipe through your slicked folds, the first one always drawn out and meticulous and just for him.
You push your hips back into his face causing the tip of his nose to nuzzle into your asshole, you feel him hum in approval at your entrance. Suddenly, nothing else matters; the thick fog of insecurity, the crippling shame and guilt sitting heavy in your chest; it all melts away as a fresh wave of sensation courses through you by the warmth of his mouth on your cunt.
This was always his favorite part, seeking pleasure in you because it brings you pleasure, always doing what makes you feel good. To spread you open before him, having a perfect view of your alluring holes in front of him, just begging for him to devour away (and fill you up). He can spend hours on his knees between your legs and he has, slipping further and further elsewhere as he indulges in you, his lips relishing away at the altar in your hips.
A pressure already begins to pull taut low in your belly, you’re squirming in his grasp but his hands move to firmly grip your outer thighs, keeping you open for him and pressed flush against his eager mouth. He doesn’t go easy on you like he usually does. He fucking laves at you, devouring and savouring you like he’d never get the chance again. The vibrations from occasional muffled moans and groans against your pussy make you chant his name over and over like a prayer, even though he’s the one on his knees.
You can feel him push his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it, then he moves to swirl the tip of his tongue tightly against your puffy clit, “Oh god, Joel, fuck,” you moan out, your eyes roll back into your head as the coil inside your belly wounds up so tight every muscle in your body tenses. You start grinding your hips back into his face, he groans in response and loosens his grip on your legs, letting you take what you need from him.
He flattens his tongue against your clit before he closes his lips around it, suckling it into his mouth and moaning around it, the vibrations from his mouth makes the coil in your belly snap, and you cry out, using the sheets beneath you to stifle the noises slipping through your lips.
With his mouth still latched onto your throbbing cunt, he keeps going.
“Fuck, Joel, I can’t–” it’s too much and you’re too weak, a trembling mess on the mattress, so you attempt to close your legs but the strong grip he has on your thighs doesn’t allow you to move, it only goads him further.
He licks a thick, languid stripe through your heat all the way up until his tongue prods at the tight ring of muscle, again, your legs threaten to close but the firm grip of his hands keeps you wide open for him, he swirls his tongue in a tight circle around your puckered rim, “Joel–” your gasp is cut off by his white, hot mouth taking its place right back on your clit, not giving you any time to recover.
The tip of his tongue works small, tight circles on your clit around and around, only this time with more pressure than before and within minutes or seconds–you don’t really know at this point–you feel the pressure building in your belly and it’s growing stronger by every lick and suck from his mouth. His tongue flicks over your clit before he licks it into his mouth once more, closing his lips tightly, he gives it one last tight circle of his tongue and suckle to your clit and you break, your second orgasm crashes over you.
A choked moan escapes you, your legs quiver as they threaten to close while your hands fist the sheets beside your head, the grip he has on your thighs holds you open for him while you come all over his mouth and he laps you up, savoring, slurping, and swallowing down everything you give him.
Milliseconds pass and he shifts behind you, lost in the haze of your orgasm, you can faintly hear the popping of his knees coupled with a grunt behind you as he stands up. He leans forward, kneading your ass in his palms before bending down to lay another bite on your other cheek, this time with more fervor, leaving a mark, your skin tingles.
Joel positions himself right against your ass and places his hands on your hips again and squeezes, “I love all of ya, baby, but this right here,” he grips more firmly at the flesh on your hips again, “Fuck– these kill me,” he mumbles, almost entirely to himself.
“Joel, please, I need you inside me,” you beg and shiver in his grasp.
He stays quiet behind you, too enticed by the sight of your weeping pussy in front of him. You think you can hear the metallic clink of his belt as it drops to the floor and the buzz of the zipper of his jeans coming undone, the sounds make you clench around emptiness, Joel catches sight of it, a lustful groan slips out of him, a guttural sound from deep within his chest. You’re always so needy, so eager to be full of him and he’ll never get enough of it.
He keeps one hand on your ass, the other wrapped around his cock as he swipes it once through your folds, wetting his dick with your arousal, earning a quiet whimper from you at the sudden contact. He draws his hips back slightly and finally notches the wide head of his cock into with your awaiting hole, groaning in unison as his tip stretches you open, “Christ, always so fuckin’ tight,” spitting through his teeth.
His other hand moves to your hip to hold you in place as he sinks into you with one languid, long thrust, sliding himself in as deep as he can, he feels his tip hit resistance and his breath hitches in his throat, he stills for a moment, enthralled at the sight of his cock nestled in at the very end of you, completely bottomed out in your dripping cunt, “Fuck–there you go, pussy’s suckin’ me right in, sweetheart. This perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he grits as the grip he has on your hips tightens, his fingertips digging into the soft tenderness of your hips.
One of his hands sneaks its way to your front and he grabs your breast beneath the neckline of your dress, he kneads it and pinches your nipple between his calloused fingers, then he pulls the neckline down along with your bra, freeing your breasts from the constricting cups, he palms them roughly before leaving them to sway, all bare and heavy, “Look so goddamn perfect bent over for me like this, I wanted to fuck you in this slutty dress all night, fuckin’ couldn’t get it outta my head,” he pants heavily, his hand returns to grip your hip as he begins rocking his hips forward, “Drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy, baby.”
You curse lowly as you shift to deepen the arch in your back–you need to feel him closer–you straighten your arms out in front of you, your hands latch on to the edge of the mattress, your chest now pressed to your thighs and hiking your ass higher in the air for him, changing the angle as your body folds in on itself and earning a low groan from Joel, a sound that rumbles deep in his throat, “Sweet Jesus, that’s good, just like that baby, always so good f’me,” he’s babbling under his breath. The palm of his other hand finds the small of your back, “Tell me how it feels,” Joel grits, his voice thick and breathy as his thrusts pick up the pace.
“F–feels so good, Joel,” you sob, and it’s true, every time feels like the first time even after all these years; he had bent you over, pressed his large hand between your shoulder blades, kicked apart your legs with his knees and when his hand found the base of your neck, he pressed your face into the wooden floorboards and stretched you open, fucking you with ruthless abandon, using your body to get himself off, dulling the agonizing memories and unspeakable horrors that had forced his hand. His unforgiving pace, your face scraping along the hardwood floor, his brutal thrusts that kept your cunt sore for days on end, none of that mattered to you, in a way you were using him too, your insides just desperate and aching to be filled and all you could do was take it, your body completely succumbing to him and accepting his girth, ‘s like you were made for me, his breath hot and heavy as the words buzzed in the shell of your ear.
His deep voice breaks through the loop of ecstasy, redrawing your attention to the moment, “Takin’ my cock so well, this pussy’s so fuckin’ good, she’s so good to me,” he grits, both of his hands now keeping a bruising grip on your hips as he drives your hips back to meet his, pulling you back onto his cock, the slapping of his hips against the plush of your ass echoes loudly in the room. You press your face into the sheets as your moans grow louder while he drives his cock in and out of you, “Those men…’f they had a woman like you…fuck–they don’t deserve that,” Joel rambles gruffly in between his harsh, unrelenting thrusts, “We’ll show ‘em how a real man fucks his girl, I’ll fuckin’ show ‘em, I’ll show ‘em.”
Oh god. Sparks ignite a fire that roils low in your belly, you’ll never get used to how talkative he is while he loses himself in you.
“Oh–fuck, Joel, don’t stop, don’t stop,” your words come out choked, the flow of air to your lungs suspended as he punches himself into you, your fingers dig into the mattress in attempt to anchor yourself.
“I know, baby, I know, just take it,” he hisses through his teeth. “This tight pussy only made to take my cock, ain’t that right?”
His words are swallowed up by the obscene squelches of your cunt as it grips his cock while he slams into you. When he doesn’t get a response from you he lands a firm slap to your ass, this time with more force, your skin tingles beneath his hand, “Yes, Joel—fuck—yes–yes,” you moan breathlessly, completely lost in a dizzying haze of pleasure.
“‘S’right, she’s mine, all fuckin’ mine,” Joel snarls, his thrusts grow more aggressive, you fist the sheets beneath you–the possessiveness in his words, the firm grip on your hips pulling you back to fuck you onto his cock–slowly, you can feel the fire in your belly making its way to curl around the base of your spine.
He tightens his grip on your hips once again, you can feel his fingernails digging into your soft skin, you crane your neck to peer behind you, spotting the small indents beneath his fingertips forming on your hips, leaving more evidence of himself on your body. You know they’ll be there in the morning. A low, breathy moan slips between your lips at the thought. Your hooded eyes flicker up to his face, he looks wrecked; his gray curls cling to his forehead as a sheen of sweat covers his skin, his cheeks flushed a shade of cherry red that extends down to his neck and tanned chest, his pupils are blown out so wide they’re almost black, locked in on his length going in and out of your drippy cunt. His eyes flicker up to watch the ripple of your ass as he pummels his cock into you and it drives him over the edge.
You didn’t think he could get more relentless, yet somehow he does.
He releases the firm grip he has on your hips and slides his hands to your ass cheeks, he glides his hands over the curve of your ass and again, he brings one palm down in a harsh slap, you make a muffled sound against the sheets. His fingers span over the globe of your ass, palming your ass cheeks and grabbing them tightly, squeezing the tender flesh, he groans loudly as he pulls them apart further, splitting you open even more for him, fucking you deeper, all you can do is whimper into the mattress.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect, so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasps, his chest heaves as ragged, throaty moans escape him. Unable to stop himself, he squeezes down on your ass cheeks with more vigor as he unravels and pounds into you relentlessly, his thrusts brutal against you and the tip of his cock now punching your cervix.
You clench around him, a sign that you're close, and he reaches around your front, he presses his fingers into your very sensitive, very swollen clit and starts rubbing tight circles over the bundle of nerves, bringing you to the edge of your release.
The lick of heat sneaks its way up your spine, dispersing itself along your nerves, setting your skin on fire, “Shit, Joel, m’gonna come,” you gasp, your voice all cracked and your breath ragged, unable to breathe as your lungs search desperately for respite, a low static buzz begins to ring in your ears.
Somewhere distant in the endless loop of euphoric haze you hear his voice, deep and rough, “Come for me, need to feel this slutty pussy come on my cock.” A high-pitched moan spills from your lips, your eyes slip closed as your walls flutter and gush around him, your clit sore and throbbing beneath his fingers, your body convulsing in aftershocks as your orgasm erupts and smothers you entirely.
“There you go, attagirl, my perfect girl, comin’ all over my cock,” he talks you through the trance of your pleasure. Your pussy clenches down around his length again, bringing him to his own release and he pants, “Baby, need you to turn over—shit, m’gonna–”
In an attempt to bring yourself up on your shaky arms, you push your hips back into his, Joel hisses through his teeth in response. His hands fly to your hips, steadying himself–shitshitshit–he loses his rhythm as his own orgasm rips right through him, his thick cock pulsing and spasming inside your messy, used cunt, his frame shuddering behind you as he spills inside you. You reach an arm back behind you, grasping onto a hand that’s glued to your hip, his fingers intertwine with yours without hesitation, desperately grounding himself as he groans painfully, long and drawn out while he fucks the last of his seed into the deepest parts of you, filling you to the brim.
His entire form gives out, falling forward over you, pressing his entire weight into yours, the two of you collapse onto the bed, he drops his forehead, damp with sweat, to your back as his body goes limp over you. He exhales heavily, his warm breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, he presses a tender kiss to the nape of your neck while his hands find your hips again, quivering as he pulls his sensitive cock out of your wasted pussy with a loud grunt, earning a lewd, wet sound once he completely pulls his length out.
Joel sits up and leans back, his hands grab your legs keeping you spread open for him, he gawks at the flutter and clench of your leaking hole as his white milky spend drools out of you and he groans, “Oh fuck me, that’s a pretty sight right there, my girl’s fucked all full o’me.”
“Shut up,” you huff a quiet laugh and shut your legs, he lays a playful slap to your ass, eliciting a tiny squeal from you. Joel stands up and strides off to the bathroom while you crawl up the bed, laying your head against the pillows, the sound of running water in the background as your eyes slip closed, sinking into the blissful haze of the afterglow.
You feel his presence returning, he wraps his hands around your knees and pulls apart your legs, spreading you wide once more and he freezes, “Fuck,” you hear him groan above you. You open your eyes, hazy and hooded, to find him standing between your legs with nothing on but a pair of loose fitting sleep pants, no underwear, a wet rag in hand, mesmerized by the slow flow of his cum dribbling out of your hole.
He’s completely forgotten what the hell he’s supposed to be doing.
“Do you need me to do it,” you tease with a small smile, a devious glint in your eyes as you look up at him.
His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, “Keep bein’ smart with me n’ I’ll stuff that pretty mouth of yours,” he quips.
You grin at him while he drags the damp cloth through your swollen sex. He taps the side of your arm lightly and you sit up, his hands grab at the material bunched around your waistline, as you lift your arms up in the air, he pulls the fabric over your head and your body shimmies its way out of it. His eyes never leave yours as his large hands reach around your back to unhook your bra, pulling the straps from your shoulders, leaving you bare as he scrunches up your clothes and the messy rag soaked in your combined releases and returns to the bathroom. You lie back down again and slip beneath the covers, the back of your head resting on one of his pillows.
Joel saunters back into the room, “Scoot,” he motions with his hand and you do, he slides in beside you and pulls the blankets up to cover your middle. As expected, he tugs you closer to him, tucking you into his side, you instantly hoist one of your legs over the top of his strong thighs, one of your hands rests over his chest, feeling the strong thump of his heart beneath your hand.
As the thick haze fades, your lips part, your voice barely above a whisper, “Thank you,” your fingers gliding over the patch of gray hair spanning across his chest, following the trail down the soft swell of his belly while his fingers softly trace down the slope of your side, fingertips following the curve of your body beneath the blankets.
He presses his lips to the top of your head and he whispers, “I’ll fuck you like that every night f’it means showin’ you how fuckin’ perfect you are.”
Your lips twitch, a hint of a smirk on your face as you press your face into his chest and hum, “Just admit you’re a dirty old man, will you?”
Joel laughs lightly but doesn’t deny it, he peers down at you with nothing but adoration and a genuine smile, “Never said I wasn’t, baby, n’ don’t act like you don’t love it.”
‘I do, and I love you,” you bring your hand up to scratch his gray beard before tilting your head up to his and press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, tasting the flavor of your pussy on his tongue, you hum into his mouth, all dazed and content.
“I love you, honey,” his other hand drags gently along the crown of your head, his thumb resting on your cheek, stroking it as he brushes his nose along your cheek. You can feel his lips turn up into a smile against your skin, “Maybe, I need to get ourselves some rings, that oughta keep ‘em away.”
You smack him lightly on his chest, “You think you’re real funny don’t you?”
He laughs, loud and deep, his perfect soft, pudgy belly jiggling beneath your knee, his fingers grazing down your back, “M’just sayin’, s’an option.”
You chuckle. “Whatever you say, Miller.”
thanks for reading xx
#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x plus size reader#joel miller x you#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#tlou one shot#noelle's workshop#noelle does things out of spite!#tw: fatphobia
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obviously we have to start with sting eucliffe for the character bingo. this is also your chance to gush.
The love of my life
I’m so mad about how he’s treated by the fans and how they portrait him as nothing but Natsu’s fanboy but most of all I’m mad about how he’s treated by MASHIMA
Let’s not talk about the Twin Dragons VS Natsu & Gajeel fight or his NOT NECESSARY surrender at the GMG or else I’m going to kill myself
But I love how this scrimblo just blew a hole through a motherfucker’s chest like he was made of butter. That was very sexy imo
Why do people believe this man is dumb?? Have y’all forgotten about that clever strategy he put up on the last day of the Games?? Hello??
And btw if you think he’s straight you’re crazy
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Hi!!! Ones of my mutuals sent me this, so it's your turn to get asked! You don't have to answer it if you don't want to! ^-^
List the 5 things that make you happiest in this world, and if you want to, send this ask to the last 10 people who have reblogged you!
Have a lovely day you amazing person!
oKAY THIS IS ACTUALLY SO SWEET?? THANK YOU SM
WATCH MY AUTISM GO CRAZY
NUMBER 1!!: my best friends :3 who have literally helped me though tough times tysmm
NUMBER 2!!: my family, Im so fortunate to have a loving one who accepts me!!
NUMBER 3!!: FNAF five nights at freddys, i could yap abt it all day long
NUMBER 4!!: specifcally sun and moon from fnaf security breach!! my scrimblos blorbos, i've loved them since the game came out and they make me so happi
NUMBER 5!!: markimoo, markiplier, beloved mark. dude has helped me sm like everything else on this list has
#markiplier#fnaf#family#ask#ghoul rambles#ghoul speaks#ghoul talks#I THINK THIS IS MY FIRST ASK??#YIPPIE#IM HAPPY#markimoo#mark saved me fr#just like everything else#on this list
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Tell me about your twst blorbo etc.!
ty for the ask!
blorbo: Gotta be jamil. I only started liking him bc i though he was cute, but then i started absolutely loving him
scrunkly: Deuce! I find him so adorable and love the way he is ready to beat up anyone if but overall he's very innocent. Also he loves his mom so much it melts my heart. Also Jack for essencially the same reasons, he such a sweetheart
scrimblo bimblo: Can't think of many underrated characters, but I'll say Cater. Everytime he appears i cry from happiness and from the subtle angst he leaves everywhere he goes
glup shitto: Najma. She appeared ONCE and became my favourite. Im a sucker for sibling relationships and loved when she appeared, made fun of Jamil for a bit and then just talked to him calmly later on. She lives rant free on my head and i just want her to come back (also her name is simular to mine hehe)
poor little meow meow: I dont think any characters are that controversial, but ill say Sebek bc, even though he kinda sucks, he's reminds me of a sad cat who got prayed with water when he annoys/disappoints Malleus. Or Jade, who is just kinda crazy
horse plinko: Surprisingly enough, i dont really make twst characters suffer that much... I'll say Cater and maybe Azul
eeby deeby: Assuming it's Superhell (derogatory), Rook. I still dont forgive him for book 5 and for speaking french to me
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so i saw this post and could only think of what tracks the rest of the traffic smp members would be in and what their palismen would be (in my opinion)! i’m also going to try and not make all the palisman birds and cats since those seem to be super common!
skizz, mumbo, and lizzie are all included but disclaimer! i do not know a lot about some of the others on here and my info for most of them is just from stuff that i’ve watched including stuff outside of the traffic smp! this is just for fun so enjoy!
• grian: abomination and oracle. i like the abomination wings he has in the art and i feel like being a watcher is just very oracle like. pesky bird palisman!
• scar: illusion, plant, and beastkeeping. i like that the art has him in the illusion track with his crystals and stuff (his shady businessman side) but also consider the fact that he is a tree elf in season 9 of hermitcraft (plant) and is always taking care of/wrangling some type of animal (the ravager, the charged creepers, the jellie pandas, etc.). jellie is his palisman ofc.
• jimmy: potions. i think i just have potions in my brain for him bc it’s the yellow track/coven and i associate jimmy with yellow. i can also see this funky little guy just mixing stuff up and half of the time making smth really cool and have no idea how he did it and the other half is just stuff blowing up. his palisman would either be a canary or a cod. i can’t decide lol
• tango: construction and abomination. he’s always doing/making something super cool and i feel like that’s what these tracks do. palisman is a phoenix. why? i like the fanarts where tango has firey hair and phoenixes are like always on fire and it would make a sick palisman.
• joel: illusion and construction. i like to imagine him as the matholomule of the mcyt universe as a whole. he’s kinda annoying and a jerk (affectionately) and is just a guy who wants a bit of chaos and is egotistical upfront. he has soooo many illusions! his best one is the one where he makes himself 11 feet tall! crazy! he’s also one of my favorite builders (hence the construction) but is not afraid to use his construction abilities to fight (provoked or unprovoked he will kill over the slightest things). his palisman is literally just a tiny shrek.
• etho: this one’s hard but i think he would like to study abomination magic. why? idk i didn’t know what to put etho in. he’s kinda a mysterious guy and i kinda like to think he would be just some neutral ground guy that shows up once in a while to either help or just blow stuff up. his palisman would be a polar bear bc i feel like it matches his aesthetic nicely.
• ren: bard. i mean the guy is very theatrical and his instrument/weapon would be a lute. his palisman would be a husky bc it’s gotta be a dog and i think that’s his favorite breed?
• bigb: healing? idk i don’t really know much about bigb other than the fact that he really likes cookies and grian loves him. i think it’s only fair that his palisman is some sort of cookie that comes alive when off the staff.
• martyn: plant and oracle. watcher lore type stuff and inthelittleWOOD thanks to @booisghost for the plant track suggestion! his palisman would be a song bird also thanks to the person above! (sorry this one’s lame i don’t watch martyn)
• cleo: oracle. they look undead when you use them and theyre powerful. that’s all she needed to know when deciding what type of magic she wanted to study. her palisman would be a king cobra because snakes are badass, intimidating, she made a snake base and her season 9 hair is made of snakes
• impulse: healing and potions. yeah the man may like some chaos once in a while but he’s just a gentle boi and would gladly heal injured ppl. potions are simply for the chaos side and maybe how the concoctions in the season 8 candy factory were made. his palisman is a buffalo.
• bdubs: plant. he moss boi. the scrunkly scrimblo. his palisman is a moon or redstone clock that comes alive when off the staff (kinda like bigb’s) and it has to be very cartoonish with big eyes that match his so they both just look at you like 👁👁 all of the time
• scott: bard and plant. i’ve got a deeaaal with destiny and flower husbands. i also think he would use a flute. that’s all the explanation you’re getting. i have so many ideas for what his palisman would be but i narrowed it down to either a stag or a llama.
• pearl: plant and beastkeeping. plant = for empires farm girl. beastkeeping is because of her love for tilly/aliens/dragons. her palisman is some funky alien creature that is upside down for some reason (if you could even really tell). nobody knows what it is, including her but she loves it with all her heart. she doesn’t know what it is bc she found it in the woods one day and it turned into a staff for her and she was like “lol ok i guess this is mine now”
• skizz: construction. don’t know much about the guy but he seems like he would be good for the construction track/coven simply based off of vibes. i think it would be cool of him to have a black bear palisman.
• mumbo: abomination. i think he would kinda be like alador bc in my mind his redstone contraptions are like the abomatons. i would do smth with the end crystals but idk what type of magic that would be so yeah. i honestly don’t know what his palisman would be but it would definitely have a mustache.
• lizzie: bard, illusion, and oracle. we all know that lizzie is musically talented and she could use that to her advantage during fights and her music weapon of choice would be a trumpet. she’s also very crafty so i could see her using illusions too (maybe even her empires 2 skin is an illusion but she’s not strong enough to make it complete at all times). she’s also in the oracle track because she thought it was cool and why not? her palisman is an axolotl or a fox.
anyway this was really fun to make and lmk if you agree or disagree with any of these! i’m open to suggestions :D
#mcyt#traffic smp#trafficblr#3rd life smp#last life smp#double life smp#empires smp#hermitcraft#grian#goodtimeswithscar#solidarity gaming#tangotek#smallishbeans#ethoslab#renthedog#bigbst4tz#inthelittlewood#zombiecleo#impulsesv#bdoubleo100#smajor1995#pearlescentmoon#mumbo jumbo#ldshadowlady#skizzleman#long post#au
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Are there any Transformers OCs that aren't your own that you like?
A BIT DELAYED RESPONSE OOPS
A few TF ocs that arent my own but I still like (like as in adore they're so cool) is Turbojet belonging to @sonic-spacebar and Birdie belonging to @wobbabot
And because I love all of their TF ocs, my friend peachi_mano on insta has some cool scrimblos/affectionate tho I will say I'm biased towards their crazy scientist guy Hyperpop idk what is it with me and scientist villains but yeah
Also love my friend's (souleiiyt on insta) tf ocs Hyperline, Gizmo (a shorty) and minicon Clover!
and this next gut, this fvkin guy, Vin fvking Diesel by my friend mixie2124_studios (also on insta) IS ONE OF MY TOP BLORBOS EVER I LOVE THAT GUY HES SO COOL AND AUUUUUAUAUAGHHHH i have like 100+ images of him in my gallery im nuts
anyways i love TF ocs theyre so cool
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SO. SLUGLINGS AMIRITE??
I heard some of you were interested, so here's a bit of info on them! Sorry it took a little while I ended up drawing a ton for my scrimblos here </3
Sluglings evolved from sea slugs as you probably know, which are known to have up to 700000 microscopic, razor sharp hook shaped teeth. (I sure love animals that are biological horrors up under a microscope!!) Over time this became a useless thing, so they began to evolve in favor of merging the teeth into much larger, actually usable fang-like teeth. These fangs are semi retractable and are also heavily used to convey emotion, similarly to their antenna, unsheathing when angry.
Sea slugs are solitary creatures, unlike sluglings which had evolved to be much more sociable over time. At first so they could hunt with a chance of succeeding, but now to the point of having a complex social structure. They have developed a unique language called Sluguni, alongside some highly expressive body language. Some examples found below.
Another thing to note is the rounder, broken mask shape. They partially come up the nose bridge, but are ultimately broken apart, taking on an almost heart shape in most common cases. In rare cases, there will be only one rounded shape, making them look almost like a weird inkling if it weren't for their antenna. They most commonly have two rounded "eyelash" shapes, but it's also not unheard of to have more than two. More examples below!!
Their hairstyles are composed of several things as well, with no real requirements other than the antenna! Plus one other trait.. This trait can be anything, from the gills, to the cerata, to the mantle skirt!! You could even get creative and slap the tail/foot on as a sort of longer hairstyle! Antenna + hairstyle can be mixed and matched should you so desire; More examples below!!! You do not need to follow these examples, and if you do you don't need to follow them to an exact! Creativity is encouraged just like you would with an inkling character!! Like look at Frye compared to other inklings!!
SO GET OUT THERE AND CREATE A SLUGLING IF YOU WANNA GOOFS GO CRAZY GO WILD HMU IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS I DONT BITE I PROMISE!! :D
IF YOU MAKE ONE TAG ME THIS IS A THREAT I WANT TO SEE THE SCRUNKLY
#slugling#sluglings#splatoon#splatoon fan species#I am so happy I finally got these mfs out there#i love them a lot#i also have so many smaller facts about them#you might get whiplash from a few of them#prepare for me to info dump on them uncontrollably#seriously i have so much just bottled up about them rn
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For the fandom ask, Chrono Cross! ^^
I saw this right before I fell asleep and my phone wouldn't let me copy/paste stuff properly, so I'm finally doing it now. 😅 Thank, by the way. Didn't expect one for Chrono Cross, but I'm very happy about it. ^^
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)
Serge. 🥰 It might be main character syndrome, seeing as he doesn't really have much personality, but in a way, because of that, he reminds me of Deshi. He's the ideal game MC, one that just does what the player wants, but I like to imagine he's just introspective most of the time. In some moments, it's easy to imagine how he feels. Who would want to change their appearance so suddenly like that? (As in not in a preferred way. I'd love to suddenly wake up with Stag's body instead of my own. XD) And he's timid, but he still shows fear by backing up, and it's just so cute. I often wonder if Serge inspired the character that is now Deshi more than I originally intended because of that. I really just want to give him a big hug and just smush his face with my cheek. XD Which is why I almost named him my scrunkly.
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)
Van. He doesn't exactly inspire cuteness aggression, but I do want to adopt him and give him a better life, kind of like what Serge did. And he's so spoiled in the other world.... XD Kind of reminds me of Izzy, who would inspire some cuteness overload. XD Most of these characters are more tragic though instead of cute, so it was hard to pick one. 😅
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)
Miguel. Yet another tragic story, and one of the hardest battles in the whole game to me. Poor guy. He really got the shit end of the stick, but he's a good friend, and in my opinion, a really good soul. After not going crazy stuck in a place like that, he only went hard on you because he knew the battles after that moment were only going to be harder. And they were.
I'd like to add a second one here, because she's also truly underappreciated. Orlha. She's the only twin mentioned in the game and her backstory is also quite tragic (a theme I'm sensing). She's essentially like Tifa from FFVII, a lady you don't want to mess with, but she eventually gets some catharsis from her sister's death by visiting the other world. She's also one of the few that's closely tied to the very tiny bit of background you get from another character (since there are so many). They really did well with her, but you get her so late in the game compared to most. Anyway, I really like her. And now I'm wondering if there isn't a bit of her in Lannamay. XD Wow, this game subconsciously inspired more for Krystar than I thought.
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)
I wasn't sure where to put kid, but I do like her. And because her other half probably is underappreciated, I'll put it under the guise of Schala. This is more from Chrono Tigger, but Schala was once a powerful magic user (think Panko strong). For her to be the one that was eternally bound to Lavos for a neverending battle... and to send out Kid just so she could find happiness... only for it to end up tragic because of Lynx.... This poor girl. :/ And I love her for the depth she provides in Kid's character. It's the sole reason she ends up in the credits the way she does. She wants to find the one she loves, but she's living, because that is her purpose now.
poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)
Harle. Arguably my favorite character in the whole game. When you really dig down into her story, it's so tragic. The poor girl really never had a chance or choice, but she still flirted and smiled and took everything on with a kind of playful attitude. No wonder. She was expecting what happened to her...
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)
Pierre. Look, guy's super pathetic, okay? And you can't argue that watching him get teased and tormented would be entertaining. XD Cue Stag chasing him with a sword screaming "I thought we were going to fight!" XD Thanks again for that little ficlet of yours. About time I reread it....
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)
Lynx. He's pure evil. You might feel bad for him because he was ultimately used just like everyone else, but he was literally made for that and did it gloriously, unlike Harle, and without reserve. He truly did not care, and for that, superhell for you.
Jerk.
Thanks again for requesting Chrono Cross! Again, soooo happy you enjoyed the game. ^^
Ask thing.
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yttd for the ask game?
blorbo
OF COURSE ITS SHIN AND KANNA i have so many thoughts about the greenblings at all times they make me so insane and i cry abt them every fucking day
scrunkly
This is.. also kanna. im sorry i like green shes my lil silly i am the number one kanna defender
scrimblo bimblo
TBF a lot of the cast is very much appreciated but I think I'd have to say Mai!! esp compared to a lot of the other dummies she doesn't get much love and it is a CRIME
glup shitto
KUGIE. I FUCKING LOVE KUGIE AND NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT HER BUT I GO CRAZY FOR HER GREENBLINGS SWEEP GRAAAGHGHGH
poor little meow meow
Midori we all saw this coming next question
horse plinko
Also midori! ^_^
eeby deeby
basic bitch answer but its gashu LOL
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mob psycho for the ask meme?? :o
hell yes mop time
blorbo (favourite character, character i think about the most):
it's dimple. i am crazy insane and full of brainworms about this fart blob. thinking abt him So Much every day. he has so many issues
scrunkly (my "baby", character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):
obviously it's shigeo. The Mop. he's so special to me he's very relatable and has been a huge inspiration to me when it comes to becoming a better kinder person. my autism baby
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fav):
TOME she's such a great character she's so hilarious and i love her character development so much....... ik she's pretty popular but i wish there was more fan content focused on her....... maybe there will be if the reigen manga gets to be an ova or smth
also Dimpole (again). he is so underappreciated by the fandom and ppl act like im some kind of weirdo bc he's my fav and im sick of it. appreciate the blob embrace the blob make him your god
glup shitto (obscure fav, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and i won't shut up about it for a week):
THESE TWO they have such a fun dynamic and i love that they're just working at a convenience store together in canon after they leave claw. there is a lot abt them left up to the viewer's interpretation, even sakurai's backstory is pretty barebones and koyama doesn't get one at all so there's a lot of fun exploration you could do. i would love to just see a slice of life thing abt what their time at the convenience store is like. i also think that they are gay and in love and there's nothing in canon to prove me wrong so........
poor little meow meow ("problematic"/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fav):
mogami is a rlly compelling and interesting character to me. ik a lot of ppl don't even want to go near him bc of how horrible he was to mob and i get it. i associate him with a pretty miserable period of my life where i was hyperfixated on him for a while and at the time i was deeply depressed and found him relatable/even agreed with his view on the world to a degree. so i have very complex feelings and associations with him bc he reminds me of a dark time in my life and a shitty miserable side of myself. but that's also why i think he's a great character, because it's easy to see how he ended up the way he did and to understand his motivations, even if i don't agree with his view on things. idk if i exactly enjoy/like him as a character, but my god he's so well written........
DIMPLE AGAIN (AGAIN). i know a lot of ppl dislike him as a character and he's just generally not that popular as a favourite character but i am obsessed with him and i think he is so cool and tragic and most importantly A Bit Silly. love this guy
horse plinko (character i would torment for fun, for whatever reason):
reigen
eeby deeby (character i would send to superhell):
reigen. just to be clear i mean this and the above answer as adoringly as possible i love reigen he sucks <3
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i love my wife
i love how insanely funny she is
she’s just constantly making funny jokes and being funny. even if she does go too far sometimes she’ll always pull back if we say no. but she always likes being the clown and having fun.
i love how she likes knowing so much about lore.
she loves knowing lore and every back story to something. she just knows so much about the worlds of fiction that she loves. she loves sinking her teeth in a good world.
i love how much she knows about cheese
you can ask her almost anything and she will know where a cheese is from and how it’s made. she knows what you would prefer out of a cheese and what to pair it with and it’s always amazing when she brings some home.
i love how she always love the underdog character
all the little glup shittos and scrimblo bimbos are immediately beloved by her. she wants to know more about the little guys with story behind their character. they’re almost always her favorite and it shows her appreciation for the little guy.
i love how she smiles
she’ll say she doesn’t but she’s got the cutest smile a girl could have. her teeth poked out in the cutest way with cute little dimples. i can never get enough of seeing her smile and i try to make her do it as much as i can. nobody sees it more than me.
i love how much she loves gore in movies
she loves gwar and the troma and any type of pseudo low budget movie with a high slice of the budget going straight into violent practical effects. especially if it’s for funny reasons. she LOVES the splatter
i love how strong she is
she can lift so much and has so much strength behind her, she lifts so much big cheeses for work it’s crazy. i feel so safe with her. if she starts working out more her strength will be even more insane. she could already put me over her shoulder.
i love how she knows so much about music
not just about the knowledge about artists but also production and history. she has so many different synths and knows how to program every one and how to make them sound how she wants. she has so many good, detailed, opinions about music that i absolutely respect.
there’s probably a million other things i can say about what i love about her and we could truly test the limits of tumblr’s character limits there’s SO much i haven’t mentioned. this is just such a quick post.
today is her birthday and i hope she has the best birthday possible
#seriously i could keep going but i have to go to work#just know that i love her and all her little quirks#serena#long#text post
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Send me a fandom: Simpsons, because I must know more about your thoughts.
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Ned Flanders .. u could tell by looking at my blog that im a lil crazy insane for him lawl (im literally him but he's also my blorbo n the character i won't shut up about.)
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Reverend Lovejoy definitely. He's very underrated, I wish ppl gave him more recognition ...
poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Seymour Skinner is my pathetic fav n I love him .. bro gets no bitches n I feel that
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): ROD AND TODD (i think it's partially due to the fact i kin ned but they give me cuteness aggression n seeing them in an episode makes me go "OH MY GOD!! MY BOYS!!". i love them sm)
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): professor frink ong i will NEVER shut up abt him
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): duffman. i would annoy him just for funny hahas.
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): mr burns . i love him but in my head im dragging him into super hell with me like
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Ima be original and ask about Bloodborne <3
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)
I feel like I should say the Bloody Crow because I love him very much but I think the answer is genuinely Djura. I become an animal whenever I see any Djura content.
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)
Rom is my child and I want to sit and have tea with her.
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)
slams hands down MOON PRESENCE IS THE HOTTEST GREAT ONE IN THIS ESSAY I WILL TELL YOU --
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)
Can I pick Moon Presence again? -- JK it's Yurie because I've got so many theories about her and Iosefka djgkjsd
poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)
Valtr you crazy, strange little guy.
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)
Alfred. I donno. He deserves to be bullied. Leave Annalise alone she's living her best life
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)
I would like to tie Laurence and Micolash together and send them to Superhell at the same time (please help I love them both)
#blorbo ask meme#heraldofcrow#i feel like the most surprising thing on here is how much i love valtr#man's out here wielding a pizza cutter and eating people#actually in retrospect#the eating people is probably the most obvious indicator that i would like him
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fucking CRAZIEST MATCHUP LMFAOOOOO BUT WHATEVER
christian/satine propaganda:
ok look i know like none of u have seen moulin rouge but u have 100% seen me talking about them. THEY ARE LITERALLY. IN LOVE. christian is this super emotional lovesick dude who just LOVES love like he is obsessed w all of it he is insane over love and obvi his theatrics carry over to his love songsHe also sings my fav musical theatre song ever i think??? and hes just soooo junocore. AND THEN ALSO satine is a nightclub worker in old timey france and she is just so emotionally fucked up and she represses her emotions bc of her job and she just wants to find peace and safety and ugh <//3 and shes very level headed and logical but also wants to find love w christian and its so TRAGICCCCCCC but theyre both just so in love w one another like theyre crazy for one another. also their dynamic is optimistic and hopeful about what the world can bring x pessimistic and knowing of how the world can be; it is also pathetic loser of a guy x woman WAY out of his league. mwah love them
jesse propaganda:
this is straight up one of the silliest characters ever created whilst also being one of the most tragic characters ever created. HIS ENTIRE STORY IS JUST everyone fucking Destroying him like by the end of the series he is so fucked up he can just never win <///3 but hes just so full of inherent kindness and love but he can just Never Fuckign Win he is suffering for the WHOLE SHOW. his partner (walter hartwell white) just uses him to be evil and jesse just slowly breaks down and he is so tragic and so complex and UUUGGHH anyways im obsessed w him . for a solid 4 months i think?? i was so hyperfixated on him i was Insane about him ask any of my friends from the time like all of my life revolved around this silly goose. ive seen breaking bad so many times (4?? i think????) and ive watched it every time just for him. he deserves the world and i could give it to him i adore him
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Howdy, Howdy Duderino!! Hope you're having a snazztastic day! >:D
I'm sure you've been asked this before, but who's your favorite side character in camp camp? Any particular reason why?
🤔
Although they ALL get their own amounts of screentime, i'd say our mains would be Max, Nikki, Neil and David (Gwen cutting it real close as well) wouldn't ya say? Or do you have other thoughts on that as well?
Anyways, I'll leave this askbox hoping you're having the gosh dittily darn most frickity frackin' tick tack attackin' smiggity smackin' best day ever 😌✨
THIS ONE 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I LOVE JASPER he’s my little scrimblo and scrunkle I am him and he is me. The amount of times I’ve gotten so emotional over this little boy is crazy, I’ve made a couple posts about him and how sad his whole this actually is. Also his whole aesthetic.. he is the most character ever
Also I have like several others if you want to read about that!
This guy………….. I headcanon him to hell and back and I love him I project onto him so much it’s not even funny. he’s just a guy. I can’t remember if anyone has asked me for a list of headcanons from him yet but wahhh
The pikeman in my brain is so different than canon pikeman I could fr run away w him and call him an OC
if you asked me who my favorite camper was it would be space kid he’s so silly and just has a special interest and I call him AJ bc it’s short for Armstrong Jr and just LOOK AT HIM he’s so sweet and friendly
tiky if you’re reading this, this one’s for you bestie
Harrison is the main character in one of my AUs but also I just love his character concept a lot. Also his voice is super cool and so is his voice actor. Guys he’s just a tall, awkward kid who loves to do magic tricks
I also can’t remember if anyone has asked me for a list of headcanons for him
I hate him but he unfortunately takes up a big chunk of my brain. He’s such a fun character to write in AUs and i love imagining him as a silly goofy cartoon villain but also a man with deep religious trauma that spiraled into insanity UHG good stuff
heavy breathing
i love this man to bits and pieces again i’ve overloaded him with headcanons to the point where i can run off w him and call him my own OC
this ones just my wife i love her so much i would give the world to her
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