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Sabotage - Part 1
Summary: The start of a new uni year brings new classmates, new lessons and a new professor.
Parts: 1, 2, 3 (to be continued)
(professor!Joel x Reader)
Warnings: mentions of smut, alcohol, swearing
Word Count: 1,435
A/N: I’m starting a professor Joel series, which I’m having loads of fun writing so far! Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future parts.
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It was the first day back after what felt like forever. A summer to remember they’d said. You’d had enough alcohol in your body to forget the year let alone the last couple of months. It was all change this term though. Taking on a Masters had never been something you’d considered, until you finished undergrad and had no clue what came next. Another year of lectures, why the fuck not? An MA in English lit? Sure.
You had one friend who decided to take on the challenge with you, Kelsey. You’d picked a flat together just outside of campus – nothing special, but bigger than you expected to get for your budget. Living room, kitchen, pretty standard and brimming with party possibilities. Your bedroom was somehow the biggest. You weren’t sure how you’d managed to wrangle that one, but you weren’t going to complain.
The UK rarely got warm days, especially in September, but for some reason the universe decided move in day was going to be a million degrees. You and Kelsey heaved box after box up the stairs of your new apartment complex. Sweaty was an understatement. And of course you were on the third floor with no lift.
“Do you… do you think we’ll ever feel cool again?” Kelsey huffed, wheeling what you hoped was the last suitcase through the door. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, wrinkling your nose at the amount of moisture that came off. “Please tell me there’s nothing else?” No sooner had you said those words, the door to the flat next door opened, revealing a tanned, toned looking Ken doll of a man. All muscles, abs and blonde.
Kelsey straightened up, frantically brushing fly-aways down and tugging at her now damp tank top.
The guy leant on the door frame of his flat and flashed you both a Ryan Gosling style grin. “You ladies need a hand?”
You had to restrain yourself from an eye roll. Sure, he was hot, but it was textbook pickup lines. Plus you were way too hot for sex. Kelsey didn’t seem to agree. She put on her best sex eyes, biting her lip.
If you weren’t careful you’d end up unpacking this whole flat yourself.
“I think we’re…”
“I could use some help,” Kelsey interrupted you. She gave you a quick, stern look, before looking back at the guy.
“I got some help in here,” the guy gestured to his apartment, looking Kelsey up and down.
“One sec,” Kelsey held up a finger to him, turning to you, whispering, “I’ll love you forever if you let me go with him. I’ll help unpack later, I promise.”
You shrugged. “Have fun. But if you’re not back in two hours I’m calling the police and assuming you’ve been murdered.”
Kelsey beamed. “Thanks, you’re the best.”
The guy held his hand out, which she took, and they disappeared into his flat.
You looked at all the boxes strewn around the living room. That was a job for tomorrow, when you didn’t feel like you were going to melt. You took your suitcase and dragged it into your bedroom. At least this room could be unpacked.
Just as you unzipped it, you heard the unmistakable moan then thud of what you assumed was Kelsey’s back against the wall. Shower. You would have a cold shower first.
Kelsey returned an hour later, looking suitably satisfied. You’d had a shower, unpacked most of your stuff and were now lying on the sofa with a handheld fan directly on your face. You raised you head as she walked in.
“Any good?”
“Useful,” was all she said, before disappearing into the bathroom.
You took that as she’ll be spending a lot of time next door.
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The first lecture of a new course always felt like starting school all over again. A bunch of new people in a classroom not really knowing what they’re doing there. Kelsey had decided that lecture number one is always useless and opted instead to stay in bed. You didn’t argue with her. She was the kind of girl who walked to the beat of her own drum. An admirable if slightly irresponsible trait. But who were you to judge?
So you really did feel like the new girl. You sat at a desk relatively close to the back. It was still early so all the good seats hadn’t been taken yet. Just a few keen beans right at the front, then one other guy on your row.
You rummaged in your bag, with that awful feeling that you’d forgotten something. Shit, laptop. And you didn’t have a notebook. Not a good start. You contemplated asking the guy on your row if he had a spare piece of paper, but he looked so blazed that you’re not sure he would even know what class he was in. Instead, you figured it was early enough in the class to rush to the nearest supply cupboard, which you hoped was in plains sight.
You grabbed your bag and rushed to the door, not seeing the figure walking in.
“Fuck!” You collided with his body, the coffee in his hand now all down your dress. You looked up to see who the poor student was whose drink you were now wearing and your heart sank.
This man looked close to 50, but a very good 50. His hair was tousled and he had a strong jawline, accentuated by his rough beard. There were mature students, of course, but the feeling in your stomach told you this wasn’t a student.
The man took a couple steps back, glaring down at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Class hasn’t started yet.” His Southern drawl caught you off guard. American? Your body couldn’t decide if it was anxious, sick or horny – or a combination of the three.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I was just… I forgot my laptop. I can get you another coffee,” you rambled.
The man pushed past you, setting his bag on the desk. He wasn’t dressed like your previous professors had. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt, tight around his arms, and jeans. He took a pad out of his bag, ripped out a couple of pages and held them in your direction. You took them, unsure whether you should go back to your seat or go to the bathroom and clean up the mess your dress was now in. He decided for you.
“Sit.”
The embarrassment that now engulfed you was unbearable. You stank of coffee and your dress that was once red was now slightly brown and damp. And he hadn’t even asked if you were alright. Dick, you thought. What a shitty term this is going to be.
Other students were now filing in, so you went back to your original desk, thankful you were in the back. It didn’t stop people from turning to look at you. This was your new reputation. Fuck, why couldn’t Kelsey have been here? You envied her choice to stay in bed and wished you’d done the same.
“Now that most of you are here, I’ll start. I’m Professor Miller. I’m taking your English lit classes this semester. Maybe next ‘f you’re lucky.”
Who did this asshole think he was? Attractive, sure. Asshole, definitely. A rage started to burn in your stomach. You’d apologised to him.
“’f you’ve done the summer reading you’ll know we’re covering The Great Gatsby this term. I dunno what it’s about. Never read it. Your first assignment is to write me an essay explaining the plot.”
He leant forward, hands on his desk. “Any questions?”
You frowned. Maybe another degree was a mistake. This seemed like it was going to be a massive waste of time.
“You,” he gestured in your direction. “’s there a problem?
“No, I…”
“Good. This isn’t a class to sleep through. ‘f you’re not gonna take it seriously, get out.”
He gave you a look. It was a look that said ‘don’t fuck with me’. The rage that had been bubbling inside you was now full on erupting. Did he really think he could humiliate you in front of a new class and not get something in return? Your eyes quickly flickered to his hand. No ring.
You smirked, folding your arms. Heat settled at your core. You thought you saw some of that in his eyes. They were black, rage mixed with something else. You held his stare for a moment longer. He was the first to break.
Professor Miller, you don’t know what you’re in for.
#Joel Miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller imagine#professor!joel#prof!joel#tlou#smut#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader smut#Pedro Pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal imagine#pedro imagine#pedro pascal smut
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fuck it, a lover’s pinch four this wednesday🫡🦶🏼🦅
#ALP#impromptu weekend getaway for prof joel and his horniest student?#don’t mind if i do#zero toe sucking though#…so far
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i have had the world’s longest day and it is not even 4pm. i feel like this
#billy joel voice shane pinto midterms pride tape shitty prof government trying to fuck half their students out of an education potential for#my program to get shut down have to write 600 words about that in two days and also read all of a midsummer night’s dream & write about THAT#pwhl team names too#and to top it all off. i have therapy#bees speaks#aughaghgugh
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All I see when I watch clips of Miller’s Girl is Prof! Joel, and I can’t see otherwise 🫠 Send help, please tell me I’m not alone 😂
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I appreciate the fact that you’re writing Joel as Latino. Since watching the show, I’ve had the headcanon that either Joel’s dad or his grandfather’s original surname was ‘Morales’ but upon immigrating to the U.S., they had it changed to Miller. I love how you keep with his heritage :)
I love that!! I’m from Texas and I’m not Latina but there’s a huge Latine/Chicane population here so i think it’s important to highlight, even in small ways like my silly little tumblr lol!! I also don’t think enough writers dive into Joel’s parents/upbringing even though it’s something that could be really interesting even if you’re not doing an AU!
In my head, Joel’s mom, Lucia, is Latina (her maiden name is Ríos but she never actually changed it, she’s just hyphenated) and Miller comes from his dad, Hank, who’s white but I could also see him being Latino with a grandfather who was forced to assimilate and change the last name. In the same vein as assimilation I definitely don’t think Lucia taught the boys as much Spanish as she could’ve because it was so frowned upon but they grew up hearing her speak it and they caught on and are able to hold conversations but they’re reading/writing literacy is SHIT because they learned through hearing/speaking lol
#I once had a Spanish prof ask me how I learned Spanish#and when I said through listening and speaking immersion (I was a teacher)#she looked at me in my Christian face and said#OH that your essays make sense#MA’AM#she was right though#latino Joel stans rise#june screams on the internet
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Please please PLEASE im begging for more of extra credit!! She needs another lesson 😭😭 i need professor miller to fill her up 🥺
y’all are filthy and i love it. SINCE YOU GAVE ME 3 PLEASES
I’LL THINK ABOUT IT 😉🤔🤭🤍🤍
#bee’s asks#which means yes#i have a few other WIP in the works but you know prof!joel will call us all back#you can’t get detention in college#but maybe that could change 🤭#work in progress in the works lmao
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hi angel i saw u say you wanted more fluffy ellie requests and i thought about maybe something along the lines of the cute pics she has of you two in her phone idk it’s just something i thought of u don’t have to write it if u don’t want to i just love ur blog and everything u write 💗💗💗💗🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
not about love ♡
pre-dating slightly loser college!ellie 🦕 incoming !! basically u go through ellies phone and find… something. part 1 of… maybe?
warnings: slightly mean ellie for a second, sexual tension, mentions of weed and alcohol.
part 2
Tic-Toc, the gentle sounds of the ancient clock in Ellie’s room filled the thick air. a gift from Joel. It was a warm, lazy afternoon. You almost fell asleep, almost. Her bed smelled like her, so did the ruffled, Nirvana t-shirt you were laying on. Everything in this room practically screamed Ellie. The scent, the sketches on the wall — of Dina, and Jesse, and you. Why did she have more sketches of you than anyone else? A dinosaur lego, a miniature solar system, obscure band posters, Oh! here’s the pin you gifted her once!, two pairs of mismatched socks, a random rock (“It’s from like, the moon” she said. It was from the local science museum.)
“El” you whined, receiving a gentle hum in response.
“I’m bored” you exclaimed with a heavy sigh. It's not as if she owed you any attention, she told you she had to study. For some reason, some odd reason nor you or her could put your finger on, you had to be there with her. “Well” you excused. “It’s not like I have anything better to do, right?” A lie. What about your project due Monday? Nevermind.
“Catch this” she exclaimed, tossing a serene light blue stress ball directly at your face.
“Ow!” you whined, yet again. If only you knew what those whines did to her.
“Sorry bro, gotta finish this fucking question. She said, flexing her sore hand. “Fuck this fucking Prof, seriously” She mumbled, clearly annoyed, clearly frustrated. Ellie had this thing, well, if you could even call something that she only had specifically with you a “Thing” — where she had to call you by those stupid names. “Dude” “Bro” “Jeez man!” just to see you squirm. Youd flinch ever so slightly, a fleeting reaction that betrayed a hint of offense flickering in your eyes. Every time you couldn’t help but pout, couldn’t help but look a little bit hurt, it did something to her. It wasn’t because she liked hurting you, God knows she didn’t. It would give her a glimmer of hope, of light. Shed journal about it, too;
“I called her Bro again. She looked really sad. Why does she get sad? I’m so fucking stupid. It’s probably because no one else calls her fucking bro, I’m literally delusional. Also had expired fucking Pizza. Worst day ever. Shit. Not that bad because she smiled at batted her eyelashes. God Ellie you need therapy.” YOURE A DUMBASS!!!!”
Half an hour had elapsed, brimming with Ellie muttering to herself under her breath. lighting a blunt, burning the blunt, passing it to you, begging you to give it back after 3 seconds.
You were pretty sure you had gone through every single app on your phone five times already. Stalking rando’s on Instagram, watching ASMR tiktoks, talking shit with Dina in the groupchat. How much more of this boredom could you take? My god, you were humming a stupid melody to yourself.
“Griiiind boy you know I grind when I pull-“
“Shh”
Did Ellie just shush you?!
“Excuse me?” You said.
“I’m trying to concentrate. Also what the fuck is a Fartulum?” Ellie retorted, withdrawing slightly and punctuating her frustration with stomps on the floor. God, she was too fucking cute.
“Can I play on your phone?” You questioned innocently. One more opening and closing the same App and you’d have lost your damn mind. You could practically see the Candy Crush candies popping inside of your brain every time you closed your eyes.
“No” she answered bluntly.
“Why? you scared I’ll find your nudes? Not gonna look- Swear on my li-“
You could hear her eye rolling, somehow.
“I dont have fucking nudes” she affirmed with a touch of exasperation.
“Someone else’s?” you said quietly. Your tone almost exposed you. Almost.
“Psh… no” Ellie said in return, just as quiet. Her tone almost exposed her, too.
Wish I had yours. Shut it, Ellie.
“Then let me go on your phone” You whined, got off the bed and almost slipped on one of her belts that laid on the floor. So messy, so, so Ellie.
She cast a sidelong glance at you, her eyes darting from the corner of her vision. Her grip on the pen was incredibly tight. It happened every time you got near, got too close to her. Whether it was clutching the strings of her hoodie, her knuckles turning white with tension, or her toes curling in a clenched stance. Shed never ever admit it to herself, cool, calm & collected, but fuck did you make her nervous.
You settled yourself on the chair beside her, causing her to divert every ounce of her attention back to her assignment, shifting it solely onto you. You. You. You.
She gazed directly into your eyes, and a peculiar warmth flooded your face. Its funny how even after being friends for all this time, making eye contact with her managed to stir something within you. She asked you about it once, mid fight. “You never even look at me when we talk!” she huffed. “Yes I do!” no you dont. “No you don’t!” and when your lips quivered, turning you in, she left it at that.
Ellie scratched the back of her neck, her arms flexing subtly with the motion. You gave her that look, the look that made her cheeks go bright pink, her hands clam up. She bit her lip. “Fine”. You won, flashing her a toothy smile she couldn’t help but grin at.
And there you were, with Ellie’s iPhone 5C (Yeah, she never got that buying a new iPhone every 2 years phenomenon) laying on Ellie’s bed, in Ellie’s room.
“Ew - Ellie what the fuck? why is your screen greasy?!” You squirmed, fingertips grazing over her slightly sticky screen. Is that fucking chicken nuggets residue?
“Shut up, dude. You asked me for my phone so deal with the consequences”
Dude.
You rolled your eyes, proceeded to wipe the screen of her phone with the corner of her cozy flannel bedsheet. Her phone was really warm. One more month and it would probably set on fire.
“Password?” You questioned, and shifted to lay on your stomach, your cheek caressing the pillow. It had a little auburn colored hair laying on top of it.
Ellie huffed and waited a second before she responded, contemplating again. It’s harmless, fuck it.
“2222”
“Okay, seriously - you could get hacked with that dumbass password”
“Pffft” Ellie huffed. “I’d fucking beat them up if they tried robbing me” she said, ever the brave.
“I’m not… talking about robbers, Ellie. Like, hackers?”
“Same thing”
“You cant beat up hackers they’re- Nevermind” you sighed.
2222.
If the room was classic Ellie, god, so was her phone. Default Apple background, because she truly couldn’t be bothered. iMessage, Instagram with four pictures on her feed; One of her arm slightly flexing her tat (who the fuck was the bitch who commented “damn” under there?), one of a stray cat wearing her grey beanie, a meme that says “Fuck sex. Let’s do something romantic like play Fireboy and Watergirl on CoolMathGames.Com” (God, she thought she was so funny for that one. 6 Likes, one from you, one from Jesse, the fake Instagram account you and Dina created for Joel, her ex Cat, and one from Dina and a spam bot). Next to the Instagram laid the NASA app (of course), Call Of Duty for iPhone (Made her sleep for only fifteen minutes one night), calculator, 9GAG (People still use that?!), and… her gallery.
You pursed your lips, contemplating the situation. Should you?after all, Ellie said; No nudes. So what could possibly be on there?
Of course.
You couldn't contain a soft giggle that escaped your lips, earning an inquisitive whine from Ellie. "What's so funny?" she grumbled, unable to resist her curiosity.
“Said you were studying, so study” You said, while scrolling through her gallery.
As you readjusted your position on the bed, you unintentionally swiped to the left, revealing her albums. Just harmless browsing, right?
“Screenshots”
“Funny memes”
“Pics to send Jesse when he’s being stupid”
“Dhhdjsjsou”
“Stink ❤️”
A picture of you, laying on the grass, a bright, toothy smile spread across your face. It was from your Instagram, the one you deleted because you thought you looked dumb. The one Ellie commented a for once unsarcastic “Woah” on.
The album was locked.
You felt your throat go dry, heartbeat speeding up. Your leg started shaking, and God, you hoped she would come and snatch the phone off of your hand.
But she didn’t. She just shifted in her sit, cleared her throat and resumed her studies.
You shouldn’t have. But you did.
2222
Unlocked. Success!
You felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. Was it even hotter in here now? Extra humid today? you bit your lip, it almost hurt.
A picture of you and Dina. A selfie you sent to the groupchat two weeks ago. Ellie doodled a green heart on it. You were sweating. A picture of you on Christmas last year. That same day you had your stupid fight on. You were wearing a Santa hat, mug of hot Coco and tiny white marshmallows in your hand.
Your stomach felt as if it were infested by a swarm of Ellie looking butterfly’s.
A picture of you sound asleep, in Ellie’s bed. She was mid-moving a hair strand away from your face. It was blurry. You recognized that top.
You were wasted that day. Blabbering uncontrollably about how you had to crash on her bed, because you were scared your new roommate would think you’re stupid, and dumb, and an idiot, for getting drunk at a frat party.
You couldn’t understand why Ellie didn’t want to help you. You almost kicked her when she said she couldn’t, that you’d be better off in your bed. “I snore. And I kick in my sleep - Seriously” You almost cried. You called her a bad friend, a fake one, because — isn’t that what friends are for? Shouldn’t they have your back when you’re a babbling mess? Hold your hair for you, put you to sleep, take care of you?
Ellie couldn’t sleep that night.
When you laid there, right on her bed, her face went so red and hot you could fry something on it. She almost hit herself in the face when her chest grazed your back. When your leg caressed her’s, and ended up on top of her thigh, she almost screamed. When you shifted to face her, an angelic, sound asleep expression on your face, she swore she almost died. The string of your top came off, revealing more of your shoulder, and the strap of your bra, Ellie turned around so fast she almost woke you up.
She slept for 20 minutes.
When she woke up, she had to make herself remember it. Remember you, laying with her.
So she took a picture. An innocent one.
You almost jumped when the pen fell slipped from her hand and she turned around to face you.
“What are you doing?”
Whats in her notes app?
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part two
#ellie williams#ellie x reader#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams x you#wlw#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams smut#lesbian
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- JOEL MILLER FIC RECS PART 2 -
forever in love with this grumpy old man <3 | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief. most of these fics are age-gap relationship and some have 18+ content so minors please DNI.
part 1 | main masterlist
SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS
love in the middle of a fireflight | part 2 | part 3 • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @babydin
your bear | part 2 • joel miller x daughter!reader
↳ by @rrickgrrimes8 (very angsty, hurt/comfort)
a helping hand • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @teacupcollector
a lover's pinch • prof!joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @hier--soir (smut, au, angst, secret relationship)
i will be home for christmas • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @punkshort (no outbreak, fluff, smut, angst but happy ending, hurt/comfort)
lavender • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @justagalwhowrites
seeing you, seeing me • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @amywritesthings (slow burn, smut)
fate, after all • joel miller x f!oc!reader
↳ by @honeyedmiller (fluff, smut, no-outbreak)
ambush | part 2 • joel miller x reader
↳ by @huntergarrity (angst, violence, hurt/comfort)
seams • joel miller x reader
↳ by @fuckyeahdindjarin (self-conscious!joel, shy!reader, fluff, slow burn, explicit)
soft!joel collection • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @cavillscurls (smut, fluff, angst, soft and domestic!joel)
ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S
daisy, give me an answer • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @dilf-din (fluff)
take this moment • joel miller x reader
↳ by @mylostloversbookmarks (post-outbreak, fluff)
ground me • joel miller x reader
↳ by @huntergarrity (fluff, comfort)
clouded judgement/clear mind • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @bluebeary-jay (violence, angst, hurt/comfort)
keep your eyes on me • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @mgparker (angst, violence, protective!joel)
daydreams • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @morning-star-joy (grumpy x sunshine, fluff)
i hope you are happy • joel miller x reader
↳ by @blissfulbarbie (very angsty, no outbreak)
grays • joel miller x reader
↳ by @softlyspector (domestic fluff, insecure!joel)
sweet creature • dad!joel miller x reader
↳ by @rocketrhap3000 (so fluffy)
lacy • joel miller x reader
↳ by @toxic-seduction (angst but happy ending)
bloodshed, crimson clover • joel miller x fem!doctor!reader
↳ by @morning-star-joy (slow burn, angst, violence)
arms tonite • joel miller x reader
↳ by @motherjoel (angst, reader gets hurt, happy ending)
skater • joel miller x platonic!gn!reader
↳ by @rrickgrrimes8 (angst, hurt/comfort, father figure!joel, tw: drowning)
be my daddy • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @bastardmandennis (no outbreak, smut, fluff, slightly angsty)
how the cookie crumbles • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @egcdeath (no outbreak, fake dating, slow burn, slight angst, fluff, idiots in love)
day after tomorrow • joel miller x reader
↳ by @familyvideostevie (no outbreak, fluff)
it’s your turn for choosing • joel miller x reader
↳ by @familyvideostevie (modern au, fluff)
i’m a feminist obviously • joel miller x reader
↳ by @toxic-seduction (protective!joel, violence)
softness • post outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @joelsgreys (fluff, joel is a dad, tw: premature birth)
as long as i have you • jackson era!joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @beskarandblasters (very fluffy, slight angst)
sweetheart • post-outbreak!joel millet x fem!reader
↳ by @joels-shitty-puns (fluff, light angst)
are you mine? • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @eupheme (protective and soft!joel, fluff, light angst)
a forever thing • husband!joel miller x pregnant!wife!reader
↳ by @honeyedmiller (fluff)
the revenant wife • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @pettyprocrastination
butterfly • joel miller x black!latina!reader
↳ by @stargirlfics (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn)
unlikely friends • joel miller x reader
↳ by @sweetercalypso (fluff)
mischief nights • joel miller x fem!reader
↳ by @jupiter-soups (fluff, slight angst)
all my casualties of love • joel miller x reader/oc
↳ by @agentmarcuspike (smut, grief)
a matter of timing • joel miller x baker!fem!reader
↳ by @lavenderursa (angst, smut, comfort, neighbours to lovers)
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader fluff#joel miller x reader angst#joel miller x reader smut#joel miller x platonic!reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#joel miller x oc#joel miller x original character#joel miller x pregnant reader#joel miller x wife!reader#joel miller#joel miller fic#the last of us hbo#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us#tlou#tlou fluff#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller x gn!reader
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✼ mommy issues .. (one)
a/n: oh did you think this was gonna be a cute lil fluff fic? nahh it’s sad city down there!! be careful..
content warnings: ANGST panic attacks.. hurt (no comfort.) joel is dead. ellie’s a lil sad :/// ellie’s a lil anxious… ellie’s a projection of me.. ANYWAYS. reader and ellie are kinda the same but different ??? swearing ofc.. reader is very much okay with being a lesbian ! and she’s on good terms with the baby fawtha cause what! ellie is not fond of children apparently?? she also might be autistic.
wc: 2k.
taglist: @flowersforvi @diddiqueen @ellslvr @saturnsdrafts @3lli3l0v3r @williamssgirl @liasxeatt @adelaide013 @a-little-bit-of-everybody @elliessweetheart @pedropascalsbbg @ellies2missingfingers @nelzooo @r3starttt @jaeminpookie @onlinelesbo @tphmnv @p4ison1vy @pascals-doll @snowy-vee @diddiqueen
ellie grew up around masculinity, thats why people assume she is the way she is. but ellie can assure that her brain would work the exact same way if she had a mother.
plus, she had joel. that was really all she needed. she still knew how to be a woman. it’s not like she grew up without a mother and didn’t know anything about herself.
2 WEEKS AND 4 DAYS AGO..
ellie sighed and threw the white stained towel over her shoulder. fuck she muttered under her breath as she read yet another email.
ATTENTION STUDENTS!
You will all be required to purchase the following textbooks in order to complete the course - They will help immensely in the upcoming exam. I recommend reading carefully and thoroughly.
Sincerely,
Prof Morgan.
all 5 of the books linked in the email were over $150.00 each. how the fuck was she supposed to work that out? all while paying her own tuition, rent and utilities.
“yo, williams!” her manager jesse yelled, interrupting her calculations.
“breaks over.” he snatches the towel from her shoulder and makes his way back into the kitchen with it in tow.
she scoffs and shoves her phone back into her polyester pocket. jesse’s head pops back into the room “oh and” he starts before turning to her. “you’re training today” she scoffs and lifts herself off the chair.
“is that even in my job description?” she follows him out of the kitchen once again.
“sure it is, i just described it to you.” he winks, ellie huffs.
the sky had dimmed by the time ellies shift was over. skating home was gonna be a bitch.
“you need a ride home?” dina places a hand atop her shoulder, a helpful smile on her face. ellie really wanted to say no. she’s been asking for help from others so much lately.
“no, uhh- i’ll get home t’night. thanks dee.” she nods as she grabs her skateboard from her locker. have the trucks always been this lose?
“no, i insist.” dina presses. she pulls out her keys and throws her bag over her shoulder.
“let’s go, my child.” she giggles at the nickname. ellies shoulders relax.
“thanks again, i really appreciate it.” ellie said, her tone laced with genuine gratitude. dina dismisses her with a hand flick. “don’t even sweat it.” she bragged. “now get goin, it’s late.”
ellie pushes the car door open with a steady grip on her skateboard. her smile falters as she waves dina off.
she unlocks her door with a trembling hand, she hated being alone.
the picture of her and joel neatly placed beside the coat rack mocked her as she placed her skateboard down in its dedicated spot. she stared into the picture until the colors morphed into one big glob.
the loss of not just a parent, but her only parent cut her deep. she could barely lift her head for the first while, nevermind go to work. she should be proud of herself! but she isn’t.
how could she be? she felt like everyone else in her life was doing so much with themselves. dina had a kid for fucks sake! dina had a whole kid and ellie couldn’t even get to class on time.
“fuck.” she muttered as she placed her keys down. bills upon bills were flooding the kitchen counter. tears burned at her eyes, blurring her eyesight.
i look so pathetic right now. she thought. a slight chuckle leaving her throat at that.
she tried to blink back the tears but she couldn’t, they just kept coming.
her silent whimpers quickly turned to snotty sobs as her chest heaved in and out involuntarily. she placed a heavy hand on her heart as she slid down the kitchen cabinet. soon enough she found herself completely breathless and wailing.
she eventually calmed herself through deep breaths and a cold glass of water. as she does through every panic attack, although the melancholic feeling always lingered.
after joels death ellie could never find herself truly happy. especially not in an environment where he was everything, everytime she turned around she was reminded of the man who wasn’t even her real father.
nothing was really hers.
she made her way down the dark, dusty hallway to her bedroom. desks adorned with pictures of her and joel. she ignored them this time.
she stripped of her uniform and took to the shower. the water burning her skin till it turned red. she scrubbed harshly at her scalp and body. she smelt like grease. gross.
the after shower feeling made her feel a bit better. she grabbed her toothbrush and rinsed it before wiping a glob of colgate toothpaste on the bristles and shoving it in her mouth.
ellie chased sleep for what felt like an eternity. her damp hair scratching at her neck was definitely a part of the problem.
thank god she didn’t work saturdays..
the first 30 seconds of ellie’s day were complete bliss, usually. but not today.
today ellie woke up to the obnoxious sound of a child crying. she decided right then and there that the universe hates her and wants her to die. (but she thinks that about everyone in her life..)
she scoffs and walks over to the curtains, her own padded feet already annoying her.
she peeks out the curtain only to be met with a u-haul and an suv parked in the driveway next door.
new neighbors, how wonderful. and they had a whiny kid! perfect.
she continues watching out the window until she sees you hand off the kid to its father. her eyes follow you until you step into the u-haul and start dragging boxes out. that’s when she sighs and decides to get ready for the day. even though she doesn’t want to.
your entire life you were desperate to be equal. to be taken seriously. you craved maturity.
you spent your entire childhood chasing adulthood. you were desperate to grow up. you didn’t know it then, but you would regret it.
the one thing you didn’t regret, was felix. the baby that you got out of your last relationship. that was before you realized you were very much a lesbian..
“cmon baby, just put your shoe on.” you struggled against the child in the backseat as he wailed. the sound was excruciating.
“please- can you just let mommy put your shoe on?” you gritted as you attempted to shove the shoe onto her other foot.
“no!” he screamed, almost directly into your face. that was it.
“you know what? fuck it.” you muttered the last words under your breath. truthfully you already weren’t setting a good example, but hey! let not say fuck infront of our kid!
you gave up on the shoes and shushed him gently as you undid his seatbelt from his car seat. you placed him in the arms of his father, tossing the shoe into his dinosaur covered backpack.
he slowly came down from his tantrum as he placed his head on his dads shoulder.
“you sure you don’t need me to help unpack?” your ex asks, unsure of leaving you behind with an entire house to furnish.
“yep! i’m good!” you smile. you gently kiss your baby’s forehead before shutting your car door.
the father nods in response. “just text if you need and we will be here. isn’t that right felix?” he asks the child who nods profusely.
“of course mama!” he shouts causing you and his dad to laugh. “well alright then!” you rush, it was still early but you were eager to get to your gardening before dark.
you watch as your ex buckles the kid in and situated himself in the car, before pulling out of the driveway he rolls down felixs window.
you blow kisses as the pull out of the driveway and take off to ‘the old house’ in your sons words.
as soon as the car is out of sight you make your way over to the U-Haul.
you’re so focused on getting this last box out of the truck that you don’t even feel the presence creep up behind you.
“hey did you need some hel-”
“what the fuck!”
you jump in fear before turning around. being faced with a red headed, green eyed girl.
“oh my god, i’m so sorry.” she apologizes calmly. an awkward look on her face as you stare at her wide eyed.
you chuckle lightly before putting your hands on your hips. “it’s alright, hon.” you reassure.
you two just awkwardly stare at eachother for a few seconds before ellie finally speaks up again.
“i saw you struggling. did you want some help?” she asks. her eyes drifting to the box filled with gardening tools.
“oh that would be amazing!” you said before wiping the sweat of your forehead.
ellies eyes follow a droplet of seat down your neckline all the way down your cleavage. she finds herself licking her lips
before you introduce yourself.
she darts her eyes back up to your own, praying that you didn’t see her blatantly check you out. “i’m- i’m ellie.” she jumps over her words.
since when did you not know how to speak, idiot? she internally face palms before walking over to pick up the box.
“where do you want this?” she asks with a grunt as she steadys the box in her arms.
“just over here” you direct, letting her follow you as you walked over to the side of the house. she follows you and sets the box down with ease. she jokingly wipes the dirt off of her hands before nodding and starting to walk off.
“oh sweetie! i don’t wanna be a bother but would you mind helping me with one more thing?”
you must’ve been magic because somehow you swindled ellie into helping you with almost everything, and she was totally fine with it.
currently you were both at your kitchen island, laughing over a bottle of wine.
ellie had confided in you about school and you had rambled to her about what it’s like to be a mother.
“yeah, i mean- besides pregnancy it’s not all that bad.” you admit. ellie’s face shifts at the mention of pregnancy.
“i don’t know if i could ever have a baby inside me. i think i’d like- die.?” she questions. “not that i would of course” she giggles. your face becomes a look of confusion.
“no boyfriend? or just not one for kids?” you ask. you totally forgot that it’s very possible for her to be-
“i’m a lesbian” she answers and takes another sip of wine. her eyes watching your face for any negative reaction.
you clap your hands over your mouth quickly. now it seems obvious.
“i am so sorry, that totally slipped my mind.” she laughs at your attempts to redeem yourself.
“it’s totally chill, don’t worry.” she reassures, a smile on her face.
“i am too, actually.” you admit, it was your first time admitting it to someone other than yourself of your now ex husband.
“oh i was just gonna ask if that was your husband out there earlier.” she fidgets with the rings on her fingers as she asks.
“well, ex. it’s not easy to find a baby sitter that actually takes care of my kid these days.” you admit to her. she ponders for a slight moment before speaking up again.
“well, if you’re looking. i’m usually free during the day, i work nights most of the time.” she offers up. she wasn’t really sure why. she wasn’t even a fan of kids.
“really?!” it looks like your eyes had bulged out of your head. “god that would be amazing! i’ll pay you!”
ellie didn’t hear anything besides ‘i’ll pay you’ that’s all she needed to know.
“yeah of course. i’ll take him.” she confirmed.
that night ellie left with your phone number and a smidge of hope in her heart.
#˚ ༘♡ ⋆ mommy issues¡fic#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#tlou#tlou fanfiction#tlou2#₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟizzie writes!?#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams angst#ellie williams x you#ellie x dina#ellie williams fanfic#ellie x reader fluff#ellie x fem reader#ellie x y/n#ellie the last of us
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heyy i hope you're having a good day/night! <3
i wanted to request some general ellie williams relationship hcs? sorry im not the best at making requests ^_^
thank you so much! :))
Sorry if you meant the game Ellie but I write for HBO Ellie so here’s the head cannons
Sorry if this was bad I rushed it in the end because I just need to get this done so I don’t have to worry about this while I’m writing my scream story and yes I keep adding characters so I have to rewrite a bunch
HBO!ellie Williams relationship hc
Warnings- mentions of the name David but not the events that happens with him. Might be spelling mistakes or sentences that don’t make sense I tried to prof read but I’m half asleep.
Ok I will kinda be pulling from my book for some plots of story here.
How you two got into the relationship
The way you first met was not the best considering the fact you thought her and Joel were fedra so you may have thrown her but it was on a couch so she didn’t get hurt. After that you all went together to Jackson, over time Ellie definitely warmed up to you.
Now after everything with David she would definitely let her emotions run through and take over once you were taken somewhere else.
The moment she sees you she’s speechless and just hugs you and holds your face. She was scared because she though you died. She pulls in and kisses you. The immediate fear on her face after that is because she thinks you don’t love her.
She tries walking away and apologizing but you pull her in for another kiss and tell her you love her.
You make it official later that day when you two are alone and cleaning each other's wounds.
Now for the headcanons
She’s definitely very protective of you even if you can easily protect yourself.
She’ll lecture you if you make a dumb decision and almost get bit, she’s not trying to be mean, she just cares about you too much to see you die.
Words of Affirmation is definitely one of Ellie’s love languages that she loves. She loves when you tell her you love her or that she did a great job at something.
Also she’ll never admit it but she loves when you compliment her.
She’s very protective of you, you have to be in her eye view or have a hand on you at all times.
I feel like she definitely is not a physical touch person except for you and maybe Joel.
She would definitely get jealous not because she thinks you will cheat, it's just that she doesn't think that she’s good enough for you.
You would have to later inform her that the person you talked to was not better than her, she would definitely get embarrassed after but I mean she got the confirmation.
Definitely the type to after a long day just plop down on your chest and fall asleep.
If Ellie sees you sad or if she’s bored at night she would definitely read her pun book to you.
She is definitely a hugger/ heavy cuddler like you would have to tell her something because she is hugging you while your doing something.
I feel like Ellie would both a big spoon and little spoon, some nights she wants to hold you and some nights she needs you to hold her.
Idk why I always think of this but I feel like Ellie would not be a good cook like to the point that she is banned from the stove and because she almost lit the house on fire.
I love Bella Ramsey<3
#bella ramsey x reader#bella ramsey headcanon#hbo!ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie x reader#ellie williams x reader
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Sabotage - Part 3
Summary: The start of a new uni year brings new classmates, new lessons and a new professor.
Parts: 1, 2, 3 (to be continued)
(professor!Joel x Reader)
Warnings: smut, alcohol, swearing, age gap
Word Count: 1,278
A/N: Thank you so much for your nice comments on this fic! I hope you enjoy this slightly smuttier chapter ;)
The walk to his office was terrifying. He walked a few paces in front of you. You watched as the muscles on his back tensed when he flexed his fists. Part of you was ready to run. The not-so-sensible part told you to stay. To hold your ground. You’d started this, you were going to finish it. Why not make him feel a little bit of the humiliation and frustration you’d felt on your first day? Fuck him.
He shoved the office door open, waited until you were inside and locked it behind you both. His office was exactly how you would think. Large leather chair behind a desk messy with papers. He didn’t seem the type to keep things organised.
He went behind the desk. You stood there, awkwardly playing with the hem of your dress. The breeze you felt from the lack of underwear sent a shiver down your spine.
Professor Miller opened a draw and took out your thong. Warmth rushed to your cheeks. Shit. Here we go.
He held it up to you, balanced on one large finger. You couldn’t help imagining what that finger would feel like, helping relieve the tension that was building in your core.
“This funny t’ you? Some sorta joke?”
“No,” you mumbled, your confidence wavering.”
“Speak. Up.”
“No,” you repeated, meeting his eyes and wishing you hadn’t.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, babygirl.” He smirked and took a step towards you. You could feel wetness pooling at the nickname.
“You think it’s a good idea t’ give your professor your panties?”
This was swiftly turning from payback on him to payback on you. You weren’t having that.
“Yeah, thought you looked tense. Might give you something to relieve all that pressure.” The confidence was coming back. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting an answer. He was right in front of you now, the thong balled in his hand. You looked him in the eye, noticing the anger in his dark eyes. Not just anger, something else. Your eyes flickered down, to the now growing bulge in his jeans. Fuck. You tried to not let your shock give you away. He was huge. When you looked back at him, he had a cocky look on his face. You didn’t like it.
You used your last ounce of courage to trace a finger along his length. He sucked in a breath and before you could react, he hand was on your throat. You managed a squeak, before his other hand was under your dress. He was slow with his movements. He was teasing you. Shit.
His hand grazed your thigh. Just an inch higher and he’d feel how wet you were. “You me t’ relieve some pressure?” You tried to nod but his grip was too tight on your neck. He smirked. “Good girl.”
Finally his hand reached your clit. He brushed a finger over your core, so lightly but enough to make your knees weak. You gasped. Seeming satisfied that you wouldn’t move if he let go, he moved his other hand from your neck to your tit. You bit your lip as he pinched your nipple between his thumb and finger.
“You wanna cum for me, babygirl?”
You were his now. Any control you’d had in this situation was gone. He made sure of that.
He chuckled when you nodded and got to his knees. He pushed your dress up above your hips and pressed his lips to your centre. You nearly collapsed at the sudden contact. You had to grip hold of the desk, back still pressed against the wall, to top yourself from crumpling. He ran his tongue over your clit, one long movement, then kissed the inside of your thigh. You groaned. That one stroke left you begging for more. You knew how wet you were. You wanted him inside you.
“Fuck me.”
Professor Miller chuckled. “So desperate for me. So wet, babygirl.”
He licked your clit again, small and quick this time, repeating until you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. You moaned. You were rapidly closing in on climax. Just before you could, he stopped. He stood up and you nearly cried. You were aching for his touch. Aching to finish what he’d started. You moved to finish yourself, but he grabbed your wrist before you could.
“Kneel.”
Your face was hot. You didn’t take in the words he was saying. Your thoughts were clouded by the pain in your core. “Please,” you begged. It was shameful, embarrassing. He’d done it again.
“I said, kneel.”
You did as you were told this time, kneeling down in front of him. He removed his belt and jeans, letting them slip to the floor. He wasn’t wearing underwear. You gasped. You didn’t mean to. He was so big. Seeing it behind clothes was one thing.
“You wanted t’ relieve my pressure, right?” he said, his voiced laced with confidence and cockiness.
“You didn’t relieve mine, Professor”
He lifted your chin with one finger. “Patience, babygirl.”
You wrapped your fingers around his length, taking it all in. It was your chance to make him suffer now, but you didn’t think he’d let you.
You ran your tongue across the underside of his cock and you felt his body tense. His fingers knotted in your hair and he pushed your head forward. When he slid into your mouth, he let out a guttural growl. You felt wetness trickle down your thigh. Asshole.
You pumped him back and forth, deeper and deeper each time.
“Can you take it all?”
You slid your lips all the way down his cock until it hit the back of your throat. He groaned as you released him. “That answer your question?” you looked up at him with doe eyes. His grip in your hair tightened.
“That pretty little mouth of yours doesn’t shut up, does it?”
You licked him again. You picked up pace with your hand, pumping him faster. You wanted to make him cum. You wanted him to think about this tomorrow. Make the lecture as difficult as possible. He groaned again, his breathing getting heavy. He was close.
You put your mouth back round his cock, still pumping with your hand. That did it. He spilled onto your tongue, moaning your name, hand tight in your hair. He jerked his hips into you.
You pulled out, swallowing. He looked a mess. Hair stuck up, face pink, panting. You smiled smugly. He didn’t finish you, but you won this time. You were now sitting rent free in his brain. Blowjobs and summer dresses. And you were sure this wouldn’t be the last. He would give you your release.
You stood up, smoothing down your dress. Professor Miller pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt. Your thong was now on the floor. Before you could pick it up, he got there first.
“I think I’ll keep this.” He tucked it into his jeans pocket.
He moved behind his desk, sitting down in the chair you couldn’t help but picture fucking him in.
“You can go,” he said, looking at his laptop. But you weren’t done.
You put your hands on his desk, leaning over to make sure he could see down your dress. “Hey, professor?”
He looked up, then down. You smiled. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you didn’t make me cum.”
His eyes blackened and he shifted in his chair. You took a piece of paper from his desk, wrote your number and handed it back.
“Send me something nice,” you said, before turning to the door.
As you reached for the handle, you heard, “It’s Joel.”
Tag list:
@brittmb115, @joeldjarin, @borhapparker
#Joel Miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller imagine#professor!joel#prof!joel#pedro#Pedro Pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal imagine#pedro imagine#joel miller smut#pedro pascal smut
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was scrolling pinterest for a moodboard and oops look it’s young prof!joel during his phd 🤓
you’re sick for this. SICK.
#that’s him after a late night in the library working on his thesis#blowing kisses to the librarian as he leaves to go home to his girls#prof joel my beloved#ALP#jess replies
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ich frag mich die ganze Zeit, was Joel gemacht hat, also Ava und Noah über Gefühle etc geredet haben. Hat er mitgeweint? Hat er sich gedacht „pah Noah ich hab’s gewusst“? Oder was hat er gemacht hahahah
Paartherapeut Prof. Dr. Lucas hat natürlich direkt neue Therapiepläne für seine beiden Patienten gemacht, damit sie sich ihren Ängsten stellen können.
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German tv shows with lgbt* characters
I think it can be quite hard to find queer german tv shows, so I thought I‘d compile a list with the ones that I have watched so far.
✪ = queerness is centered in this show
A-Z
1899 (2022) (mlm) | Netflix | international
Ángel (Miguel Bernardeau)
Ramiro (José Pimentão)
Krester (Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen)
All you need (2021-) (mlm) | ZDF | ✪
Vince (Benito Bause)
Robbie (Frédéric Brossier)
Levo (Arash Marandi)
Tom (Mads Hjulmand)
Andreas (Tom Keune)
Barbaren (2020-) (mlm) | Netflix
Marbod (Murathan Muslu)
Flavus (Daniel Donsky)
Beat (2018) (mlm) | Prime Video
Beat (Jannis Niewöhner)
Becoming Charlie (2022-) (trans, mlm, wlw) | ZDF | ✪
Charlie (Lea Drinde)
Ronja (Sira-Anna Faal)
Mirko (Antonije Stankovic)
Blutige Anfänger (2020-) (mlm) | ZDF, YT
Michael Kelting (Werner Daehn)
Dr. Claas Steinebach (Martin Bretschneider)
Bruno Pérez (Martin Peñaloza Cecconi)
Phillip Schneider (Eric Cordes)
Charité (2017-) (wlw, mlm) | Netflix
Schwester Therese (Klara Deutschmann)
Otto Marquardt (Jannik Schümann)
Martin Schelling (Jacob Matschenz)
Dark (2017-2020) (wlw, mlm, trans) | Netflix
Peter Doppler (Stephan Kampwirth)
Bennie Wöller (Anton Rubtsov)
Doris Tiedemann (Tamar Pelzig/Luise Heyer)
Agnes Nielsen (Helena Pieske/Antje Trauer)
Deutschland 83/86/89 (2015-2020) (wlw, mlm) | Prime Video
Alex Edel (Ludwig Trepte)
Prof. Tobias Tischbier (Alexander Beyer)
Lenora Rauch (Maria Schrader)
Rose Seithathi (Florence Kasumba)
Dogs of Berlin (2018) (mlm) | Netflix
Erol Birkan (Fahri Yardim)
Guido Mack (Sebastian Achilles)
Dr. Klein (2014-2019) (mlm) | Netflix
Patrick Keller (Leander Lichti)
Kaan Gül (Karim Günes)
DRUCK (2018-) (wlw, mlm, trans) | YT | ✪
Fatou Jallow (Sira-Anna Faal)
Matteo Florenzi (Michelangelo Fortuzzi)
Zoe Machwitz (Madeleine Wagenitz)
Kieu My Vu (Nhung Hong)
Isi Inci (Eren M. Güvercin)
David Schreibner (Lukas von Horbatschewsky)
Yara Aimsakul (Elena Plyphalin Siepe)
Hans Brecht (Florian Appelius)
Eldorado KaDeWe – Jetzt ist unsere Zeit (2021-) (wlw) | ARD
Heidi Kron (Valerie Stoll)
Fritzi Jandorf (Lia von Blarer)
How to Sell Drugs Online (Fast) (2019-) (wlw) | Netflix
Fritzi (Leonie Wesselow)
Gerda (Luna Baptiste Schaller)
Kitz (2021) (mlm) | Netflix
Kosh Ziervogel (Zoran Pingel)
Hans Gassner (Ben Felipe)
Ku‘damm 56/59/63 (2016-2021) (mlm) | ZDF
Wolfgang von Boost (August Wittgenstein)
Hans Liebknecht (Andreas Pietschmann)
Der Kroatien Krimi/Split Homicide (2016-) (wlw) | ARD
Stascha Novak (Jasmin Gerat)
Loving Her (2021) (wlw) | ZDF | ��
Hanna (Banafshe Hourmazdi)
Holly (Bineta Hansen)
Franzi (Lena Klenke)
Lara (Emma Drogunova)
Josephine (Karin Hanczewski)
Anouk (Larissa Sirah Herden)
Sarah (Soma Pysall)
Mord mit Aussicht (2018-2022) (wlw) | Netflix
Bärbel Schmied (Meike Droste)
Neumatt (2021-) (mlm) - Switzerland | Netflix
Michi Wyss (Julian Koechlin)
Joel Bachmann (Benito Bause)
Polizeiruf 110 (1971-) (queer/gnc) | ARD
Frankfurt/Świecko
Vincent Ross (Andre Kaczmarczyk)
SOKO Leipzig (2001-) (mlm) | ZDF
Moritz Brenner ( Johannes Hendrik Langer )
Tatort (1970-) (mlm, wlw) | ARD
Berlin
Robert Karow (Mark Waschke)
Hamburg
Julia Grosz (Franziska Weisz)
Saarbrücken
Esther Baumann (Brigitte Urhausen)
Wien
Meret Schande (Christina Scherrer)
Vorstadtweiber (2015-) (mlm) – Austria
Georg Schneider (Jürgen Maurer)
Joachim Schnitzler (Phillip Hochmair)
WIR (2021-) (wlw) | ZDF
Annika Baer (Eva Maria Jost)
Helena Kwiatkowski (Katharina Nesytowa)
Wendland (2023-) (wlw) | ZDF
Kira Engelmann (Paula Kalenberg)
Birthe (?)
Queer Eye Germany (2022) (mlm, nblm, trans) | Netflix
Avi Jakobs
Leni Bolt
Ayan Yuruk
Jan-Henrik Scheper-Stutke
Aljosha Muttardi
Notes: I may have forgotten to add some characters, because for most of the shows it has been some time since I last watched them. Please let me know if you want me to add a character or even show:)
#german#queer#lgbt#TV series#queer representation#lgbt representation#1899 netflix#all you need zdf#barbaren netflix#beat prime video#becoming charlie#blutige anfänger#charite#dark netflix#Deutschland 83#dogs of berlin#dr. klein#druck#eldorado kadewe#how to sell drugs online (fast)#kitz netflix#kudamm 56#deutschland 89#kroatien krimi#loving her zdf#mord mit aussicht#tatort#tatort saarbrücken#tatort berlin#polizeiruf 110
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Winter Wonderland Dilfcember Masterlist ❄️
excited to participate in a fun, filthy, and festive dilfcember, created and hosted by the incredible @obiknights! ✨
[series playlist] | [ao3]
— Day 1: Pillow Fort
jim hopper x f!reader | rated g | moodboard + drabble
— Day 3: Baking / Messy Kitchen
obi-wan x gn!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic
—Day 5: Lazy Sunday
charlie swan x f!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic
— Day 7: Scarf Returned
modern!din djarin x gn!reader | rated g | 1.5k
— Day 9: First Snowstorm of the Season
sdv!harvey x f!reader | rated e | 3.4k
— Day 11: Movie Night
alfred pennyworth x f!reader | rated e | 2.4k
— Day 13: Bonfire
joel miller x f!reader | rated m | 1.9k
— Day 15: Matching Pajamas
alfred pennyworth x reader | rated g | drabble
— Day 17: Cabin
arthur morgan x f!reader | 5 sentence fic
— Day 19: Reading
prof!otto octavius x f!reader | rated e | 1.4k
— Day 21: Wedding
wedding date!obi-wan x f!reader | rated e | 5.1k
— Day 23: Bookstore Date
alfred pennyworth x reader | 5 sentence fic
— Day 27: Date Night In
otto octavius x gn!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic
— Day 29: Candles
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The Oddly Specific Fic Recs - pt 2
Hey babes,
I am back with another part of the series, where we hyperfixate on a very specific thing for weeks on end.
First of all this is a shoutout for all the incredible writers who provided us with these fics.
Secondly, it´s an invitation for everyone to share fics in the comments that have these motifs (or the ones in the first part), I would be eternally grateful.
TW: dark themes and bad jokes under the read more, open at your own risk
Nipple orgasm
Having an orgasm from just nipple play. Need I say more?
flesh and metal by @swiftispunk
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Guilty by @chloeangelic
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Joel penetrates you with an object...not made for penetration
Beerbottles, flashlights, you name it.
cowboy like me part 8 by @macfrog
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truth or dare by @joelscruff
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I´m starving, darlin´ by @me-and-your-husband
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Being degraded for not knowing who is the father of your (hypothetical) child
Breeding kink with a twist, I guess.
Liquid gold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
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Every inch 3 by @toxicanonymity
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Awesome blowjobs
I am a sucker for blowjobs, the rougher the better. Pun intended.
Cup of Sugar by @strang3lov3
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Blow by @toxicanonymity
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some rotten man by @iamasaddie
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Fucked by both Javier Pena and Joel Miller
It happens very differently, but both of them left me hot and bothered.
Blackmail by @milla-frenchy
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Yes Father IV by @chloeangelic
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Series where they do all the nasty, but they have not kissed
Yes, this is a category. Yes, it makes me feel things.
OG Raider Joel by @toxicanonymity
I know it when I see it by @bageldaddy
Joel jerks off
A special category dedicated to the amazing @toxicanonymity, who is the co-curator of this list at this point.
Silence can never be bough, only rented part 2 by @toxicanonymity
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Instagram by @toxicanonymity
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Soaked by @macfrog
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Your summer dream day 3 bonus by @swiftispunk
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Caught by @gracieispunk
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Self-Indulgent Tendencies by @strang3lov3
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Shared by Tess and Joel
This is also a special category, dedicated to @walkintotheriveranddisappear who made September better with her dark fics.
you need to relax sweetheart by @walkintotheriveranddisappear
you can´t trust anyone these days by @walkintotheriveranddisappear
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Toesucking
Standalone category for the unreleased next part of A lover´s pinch, where Prof Joel will suck toes like his life depends on it. Jokes aside, this series is amazing with or without feet kink, so please read it.
A lover´s pinch part 5 by @hier--soir
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Thank you for reading and don´t forget to share your oddly specific fic recs!
Love,
Luna
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