#period!

Warnings: mentions of period sex, blood (obvs). Reverse cowgirl, sitting to be specific :P No age specified for reader or Joel—so go nuts! 🤍

a/n: Repost of an old fic, cause why not

It was a simple favour. But with Joel Miller, nothin is ever simple.

You wanted him behind you as you lay down your tired bones, his giant warm hands soothing your belly, “I just need your hands” you tell him. You needed his furnace of a body against your aching one, “I just need your warmth”

But here he is, nudging his tip against your bloodied, wet entrance. Joel is never phased by the blood, your mood swings, or your cravings—you want pancakes at 2am, he’ll make them for you. Ever since you asked him to help you out with your cramps one day—an afternoon of you cockwarming on his couch, watching some corny action movie—he’s always more than happy to help you out during this time of need...you’re sure he’s got it marked down on his calendar.

Kissing that soft spot just underneath your ear, “how’s my baby, doing? Jesus, I can smell it, all the blood, all your womanhood, darlin.” He’s stretching your pussy with his swollen tip, you let out a soft whimper. Your cramps were actually kicking your ass but everything was so tender and fucking sore but of course you were gonna give in. You arch your back, sticking out your ass. “Joel, no teasing and no fucking edging okay. Just help me out.”

He lets out a little laugh and starts kissing your neck, “okay, baby, ready when you are.” You reach down to his dick and nudged it through your aching entrance and he did the rest. He slides himself up stopping half way, “No fuckin teasing Joel.” You snap out. “Okay baby, sorry” he rests his head on your shoulder as he thrusts up, you yelp out, a single tear crawling down your cheek. He stills, kissing your shoulder, neck, “how’s my baby doing?” He says between kisses. “Just move, Joel”. His thrusts start slow, dragging himself through your walls, his pace becomes relentless and you didn’t give a fuck, you just needed to cum, you needed these cramps to fuck off.

Like he can hear your thoughts, he starts circling your swollen bud, “can feel her throbbing, baby. Gonna cum for me like a good girl.” You dip your head back letting out soft sobs, “gonna cumJoel-don’t stop-don’t stop”. You clench around him, his ruts getting sloppy, he’s reaching his peak, he gets you there, “good girl, cum with me, baby.” You both let out groaned noises, his head dipped between your shoulders. You both ride it out, he nips at your neck, “so, just wanted my hands, huh? Think someone’s a needy little liar, aren’t they?”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Joel and get a towel or something”. He pulls one from underneath his pillow, like he’s thought of everything. “You just know me soooo fuckin well don’t you, Miller?” He pulls out and literally growls, “look at all of that, baby. All of your womanhood, all red”. You turn to face him and Jesus, his eyes, all dark, looking at you like you’re the most sacred thing he’s ever seen. “Oh, baby, You don’t know what you do to me.” You look down, yes you do know. Already looking painfully hard. “Oh darlin, if you’re up for it, round two-“arching his brow, “-but I want kisses this time.”

Well how can you say no to that?

Siegfried Farnon in a nutshell 2/2 (the soft, gentle and vulnerable side)

There is a very big heart underneath that gruff exterior. And although he does not open that up to everyone, once you've earned your place in it, he will love you with all his heart. Unconditionally.

You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.