#it's a bit hard to try to look for other dogs when this one horse is staring at you with utmost adoration

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝐵𝒪𝒰𝒯 . . .

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ asphyxiation ﾉ breeding ﾉ doggy style ﾉ riding ﾉ full nelson ﾉ dick piercings ﾉ profanity

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . .

Dabi’s favourite positions.

He enjoys a classic doggy. He loves how his scolding hot hands, ribbed and marred from years of misuse, mould into the pudgy flesh cushioning your hips and tummy. Squeezing the life out of you with clawed crooked fingers stabbing into your stomach while he stuffs his lengthy shaft all the way up to the stiff peak of your cervix, kissing the tiny opening with the dangerously armed tip of his pierced cock, threatening to splurge the entrance of your womb with wet, sticky seed. It makes him feel like a dog, a ferocious hound, a wild beast. Surviving to live and living to survive. Rutting with warm pants and throaty howls, grunting into the soft hairs that line your nape as he hunches over the extension of your spine, anticipating the moment he finally gets to fill your bitch pussy up with his puppies.

On the other hand, he’s also an avid enjoyer of having you hump him. He’ll pick you up by your shoulders, interlocking each of his lithe fingers around your limbs as he poises you atop his painfully erect dick, sitting your ass down on his hips as they bump up into your soft squishy bits, commanding you to ride him like his own little cowgirl. You complain that you’re tired after the first minute or so, it’s a constant but he just doesn’t seem to care. He’ll swat the meat of your plump butt with a flick of his wrist, telling you to “giddyup” and ride him properly, hissing through grit teeth to “bounce up and down on his fat-ass horse cock.” With splayed palms, his hands rest limply at your haunches, stroking the prickled fuzz of hair growing along your calves and below your thighs as you claw and clutch at the layer of fat chubbing his otherwise lean abs, nails scrunching and sprouting along the fleshy ripples every time he bucks up into you with a sly grin. Sneering at your startled yelps and pitiful whimpers.

But what really gets Dabi going, what really tickles his fancy. Is when you let him fold you like a deck chair. His drug of choice would have to be a nice, stuffy full nelson. One where you let him crumple you up like a tin can in his fist, one where he has your legs sticking out every which way, twitching and shivering and shuddering like a spider beneath his boot. He thinks you look so sweet like that, when he has your arms smushed between your tits, and your thighs locked on his elbows, no where to run and definitely no where to hide. He’ll do you in front of the mirror, all so he can see that cute violet hue overcome your features whence he’s blocked your air ways for a second or five too many. Biceps shaking, evidence of his lassitude after purposely trying to choke you out with his manhood fucked half-way inside that puffy little cunny he loves to hurt so much. He’ll chew his lip as you gasp and splutter, barely attempting to stifle the ashen chuckle that threatens to erupt as flecks of spittle fly onto his hairy thighs. Cooing at you, he’ll rub lines into your buzzing clit, nuzzling and huffing into your ear while he taps and faps away at the hard lovebud, refusing to move when you panic, flailing and screeching as the stimulation becomes too overbearing. Only then will he relent, recollecting your flapping arms and legs to spear you from the bottom, lowering you up and down his smouldering hot length, spiked with hooks and other metal weaponry a-geared to tear your delicate pussy open from the inside out.

#𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . . #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #dabi #dabi smut #dabi bnha #dabi mha #reader x dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader smut #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi smut #mha dabi smut

[irisintheafterglow]

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim

Can I please request (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.

So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.

And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.

baby, let the games begin

wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING

note: hi love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like this because i certainly love writing for this stupid himbo man

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him. 

“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”

“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?” 

“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.” 

“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”

“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”

“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”

“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”

“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”

“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds. 

“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”

“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.” 

“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”

“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”

“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.” 

“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait. 

“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.” 

“No, you don’t.”

As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter. 

You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines. 

Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.

And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does. 

In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see. 

“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.

“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”

“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.” 

“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro. 

“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.” 

“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”

“You’re not saying…”

“That's exactly what I’m saying.” 

“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”

“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”

“Zoro, I–”

“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”

“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”

“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”

“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor. 

“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”

“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly. 

“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”

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[notspiders]

Liminal Spaces w/ COD:MW

Part 1

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Credits for some of the ideas goes to: @angelcqre , @roller-rink-haruno , and @sentientcave / @bluemoonrover. I love all of you so much, thank you for the support!!!

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It's more than just Task Force 141.

Don't like them? Consider these following options! :) Watch your back.

Phillip Graves - The Farm:

There's really nowhere to run off to. Good luck.

His Shadows are the farmhands and the scarecrows.

His animals are... weird.

His horses are a bit too smart, and you think you seen them peering through your bedroom window. Which is nice, until you remember you're on the second floor.

They're... always crunching on something. Why is the family of mice decreasing?

Why do the dogs look human-like? Is it the eyes?

But, you know, ignoring them... the BBQ and steak isn't so bad. You'll get the juiciest steak here. The best baked bread...

Oh, hun. You're cooking, by the way.

He's waiting on that blueberry pie too, you know.

Look at the closet. It's filled with his favorite clothes for you. :)

Why don't you bend over that counter and let him...

Oh? No? You're saying no?

That's adorable. You now have until three to lay on his lap. :)

Alex Keller - Highway

Well you do have to be in a car for this. Walking is a bit of a pain. :/

The endless highway... Sometimes you'll spot a car driving by. But they disappear when you try to speed up to them.

There's an occasional gas station smack in the middle.

And maybe the next hundreds of miles there's another...

Always stocked to the max. Anything you want, it's there.

It's cool inside too.

He's always there too.

You can keep driving but you need the gas. It'll be a pain to have your car broken down in the middle of nowhere. And the sun is scorching hot.

Oh!

Princess needs somewhere to stay, yeah?

That motel looks sus but a place is a place, and a bed would be nice than the hard car seats.

You know...

Alex can do more than just fill your car. :)

Laswell - Cruise Ship:

The cruise ship is always moving in the waters. You don't know where it goes, or when there will be land, you feel like the boat has moved for hours but...

All the clocks are not working. It's all frozen. The day is not changing either. No clouds either. Perfectly sunny.

You have everything in this empty cruise ship. The rooms are always open for you.

Beds are clean, no matter how many times you mess up the sheets, when you exit the room and enter it again- it's back to its pristine state.

The bathrooms are neat. The shampoo and conditioner go great on your hair. There's other products- makeup, medical, more toiletries- in the drawers, should you ever need them.

Theaters, arcades, casinos, restaurants- all free for you to use.

It feels great, if it didn't feel like you're being watched constantly.

You'd enjoy this place, if you didn't see things move in the corner of your eye. You sworn you saw and heard the splash of water in the pool. And that you heard the laughter of someone in a different room. And the chattering in the restaurant.

But every time you rush in, there's no one there.

No one is here in this cruise ship. No one but ghosts and echoes of families who've been here. They're harmless... Just ignore them, dear.

Good luck trying to avoid Laswell, too. She's always watching through the cameras. :)

Under any circumstances, do not jump out.

The ocean is not the ocean.

Nikolai - Airplane

Let's get this straight, yeah?

Good girls stay in first class. Bad girls go to economy.

And if you behave like an animal, well, depends on our pilot's mood. You either get called into the cockpit...

Or down into the cargo you go! :)

Don't worry! He's very nice. If you're acting up, he gives you a warning.

That being turbulence. If the plane is shaking you better stop what you're doing. Now.

It's a strange plane... You can keep on walking and it just doesn't seem to end. Place changes too, when you try to go back. It's always something new.

Plenty of movies and games in the airplane for you to watch. Don't bother taking your phone out, it won't work.

There are very nice flight attendants that'll prepare you the best food you've ever eaten. Airplane food isn't so bad after all. You can have any drink you want too.

Just don't talk with them more than just about the food. If you say anything else, they'll leave immediately.

If you flirt with them, it's their death sentence. You'll wonder why they pale and walk away so fast...

If you glance at the window, you might just catch a glimpse of them flying out into the sky.

Speaking of which... It's pitch black outside. You do see the airplane wing and the red flashing light at the end... But other than that, you can hardly differentiate the night from earth... or sea.

König - Pools

You stumbled into one of these rooms and found the naked Austrian in the pools.

Don't run! Please! You're the first human face he's seen in a while!

It's not all that bad. There's some food in the fridge- a microwave is nearby for you to reheat some foods- and the water is fresh.

The best baths are here. There's all of these shampoos, conditioners, lotions, bathbombs...

Poor König never used them because he doesn't know how to! Teach him please!

Seriously. Gaz gave him the 13 in 1 unlimited dish soap that has Johnny's face smack in the middle of it to shoo him out of his mall- and König's been using that to wash himself ever since. :(

Don't mind him cuddling you all the time.

You're the softest thing he's ever held in his hands. The towels and rubber duckies can't even compare.

Don't try to escape or leave his side now.

There are monsters here that'll be happy to drown you.

Alejandro Vargas - The Resort

A massive upgrade compared to Ghost's Bachelor Shack by the sea.

It's still... very empty.

It's just you and Alejandro.

Food and drink are limitless. Ask for anything, Alejandro will deliver.

Relax, love. You deserve this break. You deserve everything.

No annoying seagulls squawking at you. You do see them flying in the distance though... They never come, nor do they ever land.

The waters are crystal clear. It's the perfect temperature to slip inside and just float in it.

You're never cold. It's toasty warm, with an occasional breeze. Feels perfect. The hotel has perfect air conditioning, if you want to stay inside.

You get a camera, instead of your phone. Go take some pictures!

There's so many things to do here. Scuba-diving, sailing, swimming, surfing...

Exploring tide pools with Alejandro. :)

Rodolfo Parra - Aquarium

Enjoy yourself in the aquarium! Don't you worry, the animals here are all treated wonderfully.

Let him be your tour guide. He'll show you every marine animal in this domain.

And it seems he has everything here. You can take pictures! Just without the flash please. Seriously. No flash. In fact, how about just let him take the pictures for you? Pose with him and smile for the camera... :)

If you want, you can feed the animals here!

You can pet some of the animals in some spots. Rub the back of a patient orca. Allow a sea otter to sniff your hands. Pat the belly of a lazy seal.

Come over to the Ray Pool! The stingrays are eager to feel your touch.

The beluga swims beside you as you walk down the tunnel. A dolphin leaps out of the water to greet you. A manatee smushes its face against a window in an attempt to give you a >kith<.

Ah you're hungry? Not to worry. The cafeteria is down here. Anything you want to eat or drink, it's all here.

After lunch, how about you go diving with Rudy? Don't worry. It's safe. He'll take you to one of the biggest pools and you can dive in beside him.

The Humpback Whale nuzzles you affectionately.

Try not to stray away from Rudy. You can easily get lost in these halls... If you do, stay still and just let him come up to you.

There's no point in hiding. The fish are on his side. :/

Farah Karim:

I truly believe that Farah actually doesn't have a liminal space.

She guides you instead.

She helps you go through the domains.

Farah is someone you can trust in this liminal region.

She'll watch your back as you two camp in Soap's woods. She'll lead you out of Price's suburbia. She sneaks you away from Graves's farm.

She'll protect you.

Bonus w/ Ghost:

After you met with Alejandro and seen his beach, Ghost upgraded his domain.

Well, slightly.

There is a lighthouse now.

Do you remember playing in the beach with him? You two built sandcastles together.

He's awfully proud of himself when he tips the bucket and pulls it up. He's made his first sand tower, really.

"Tha's gonna be where you and me live, lovie."

...No wonder why that lighthouse looks awfully familiar.

It also explains why it looks like it's going to crumble any second.

Sure, there's blankets and lovely cushions, some food and drink in the corner-

It's... somehow colder here than the shack. :/

You can practically feel the tower shake as the waves crash against it.

Ghost assures you- as you curl up beside him on the small bed for his warmth- that it's perfectly safe. Trust him. Please.

Please don't leave him.

But if you really need to...

He'll light his tower to guide you through the dark.

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[inoreuct]

horse girl zoro/prince sanji au that @redgitanako and i talked about way back when because it suddenly crossed my mind OKAY HERE WE GO

zoro’s a travelling bounty hunter with three horses. yes, three. don’t tell kitetsu and enma but wado’s his favourite

wado was kuina’s horse; when kuina died she was so sad because she didn’t get why kuina was gone and for a while zoro had to emotionally support a horse AND himself, but horses are smart creatures. wado understood by herself after a while. they don’t really talk about it.

on that note, zoro talks to his horses. people look at him like he’s a few crayons short of the whole pack but they don’t say anything because he looks scary as hell; built like a brick wall, one eye gone, gnarly scar across his chest and all

(they’ll never know that he’s having an argument with enma about buying supplies where one party is contributing in possibly-misinterpreted horse looks. the crayons aren’t missing— but it’s admittedly a little hard to prove they’re there, zoro, we can’t keep defending you like this)

sanji's the third prince of the kingdom that hires him; sora’s the queen, and his siblings are all decent other than regular sibling assholery. judge is on the run and they’ve made the collective decision that they want his head on a stick.

zoro expects sanji to be a stuck-up priss because he LOOKS like a stuck-up priss— look at his perfect hair. his clothes. his heeled boots and his stupid curly eyebrows

but NO. well, yes, sanji IS a little bit of a stuck-up priss but also, he’s good with horses?? wado takes to him like a DREAM and zoro's flabbergasted because anybody who has ever tried to coddle her other than zoro or kuina has gotten kicked in the head, but sanji's petting at her neck and cooing at her in baby-talk and she's licking sugar cubes and apple slices out of his palm. zoro feels so betrayed.

like of COURSE his horse had to take a liking to the boy he hates OF ALL PEOPLE.

(zoro. at this moment the horse is smarter than you. listen to her.)

reiju’s the princess here, but sanji’s the one who got all the magic-esque affinities. animals LOVE him. he would be a literal disney princess if not for the fact that he doesn’t love them back

like SQUIRREL. WHY ARE YOU SHITTING ALL OVER MY YARD. GO AWAY. WHY IS A DOG TRYING TO LICK MY HAIR. WHYYY IS THIS BIRD BRINGING ME STICKS ALL THE TIME. he’s trying to fall asleep. he hears a TSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSK. he sits up and gets right out of bed and starts yelling at the lizard on the ceiling.

he does have a pretty mare called maple, though! (and zoro can’t help but love her too; it’s a sign that the mosshead doesn’t clock until much, much later)

and then zoro comes into his life with his three horses and sanji yanks him in by the collar like "listen up, swordsman. i do not CARE how sweet your horses are. i do not CARE how— how— WHATEVER you are. if you stink up my stable i will make you sleep in it, are we clear?" and zoro just nods because he’s having a bit of a gay crisis

sanji is 1. pretty 2. entirely able to hold his own and 3. Wado Approved™ and zoro does NOT know how to deal. at all. he’s holding onto wado’s reins for dear life. he wonders if the same ultimatum would apply if he swapped out the word stable for bed and immediately wants to dunk himself into the horse trough.

meanwhile sanji isn’t spared at all. sora sits on her throne, one eyebrow raised as her son goes on and on about how "mother i hate the swordsman you hired. he's green. and ugly. like a troll. like an OGRE. his hands are too big. his boots are too shiny. his earrings are cute but only because i want them. his EVERYTHING smells like horse. he might as well be a horse with how strong he is, did you know how many hay bales he carried at once??" and she’s just like,,, "honey are you sure this is hate"

she certainly wouldn’t mind them being together. zoro is rough around the edges and does smell a bit like horse, admittedly, but he was clearly raised right— he’s respectful in his own gruff way and he does things with immense care. sora’s noticed. she knows her son well enough to know that he’s noticed, too.

one day sanji bumps into zoro on his way out of the baths and wow. okay. so he doesn’t smell like horse ALL the time and oh his hair is damp and there's a towel around his waist and he is very, very shirtless and sanji turns around in a panic and walks face-first into a pillar.

he watches zoro care for his horses, carefully brushing through their manes and coats as he speaks to them softly, and alright. maybe this guy isn’t all bad. animals, sanji has noticed, are brilliant judges of character; horses especially can be testy and temperamental, and they don’t hesitate to kick anybody they don’t like.

zoro’s horses love him, and it’s obvious. maple looks forward to the snacks he slips her when he thinks that nobody’s looking. that says a lot more about his character than anything else.

after a few days zoro has a solid plan down and sets out to find judge, and suddenly the stables are empty. sanji finds himself going out with maple more and more, exploring the woods around their forest to pass the time because he needs something to keep his mind occupied and there’s only so much he can cook. judge might be a piece of shit, but he’s also an evil genius, and sanji refuses to admit he’s worried even though he is.

and then zoro comes back with judge’s war helmet wrapped in a cloth, gore dripping off the bottom edge as he sets it at sora’s feet.

he’s a little banged up, tired as hell with a couple of scratches here and there— nothing serious, but sanji still drags him to the infirmary and cleans him up perhaps a little more emotionally than either of them had expected

he passes out for a good few days afterwards but sora invites him to stay for a little longer, a time frame that nobody specifies. zoro just kind of… doesn’t leave. it’s strange for him; he’s wandered, always. he gets antsy staying in one place for too long, but this blond prince that is strangely kind and gives back as good as he gets is really something else.

the days pass. they race and bicker and soon enough, all three of zoro’s horses have brass name plaques tacked above what are now their stalls. he had a room in the palace and a place at the dinner table. sanji’s hair has grown long, now, and neither of them talk about the way that zoro’s stay has become something that feels more permanent—

until zoro finally finds the balls to give sanji one of his earrings as a courting gift. it’s the first one of many, but at that moment sanji just looks at it wide-eyed and zoro starts to shrink back all like "if you. don't want it that's alright. i'll get you something new, something else—" because look, he knows he’s not much. he has money, but not enough to give sanji something really nice. not enough to get something that’s more impressive than all the jewels and gold that the prince could have at a whim. he’s a bounty hunter that came from dirt and this earring is the most precious thing he has to offer, but he understands if—

sanji kisses him. yells something borderline incoherent along the lines of about fucking time as he shakes zoro by the shoulders, but he’s smiling very brightly and he’s very beautiful and zoro has a feeling they're going to be just fine.

(sora and the siblings breathe a collective sigh of relief, because the pining looks and dejected sighing were really getting a little ridiculous.)

(they speak too soon. after they get together it somehow gets WORSE.)

this was a ride… (get it. get it.) okay i’ll stop HOPE YOU ENJOYED HEH i know a lot of places are having a flu season/covid wave going around rn so make sure to hydrate and eat well!! muaks 😽

#i have REALLY got to stop sleeping at 4am #horse girl zoro au #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #one piece #sanji #one piece zosan #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #zoro

[argumentativeaxolotl]

Random Human AU Cars headcanons that probably don’t make any sense before I go to bed bc I can.

Lightning McQueen:

- Has accidentally called Doc “dad” before

- Has accidentally called Strip “dad” as well

- Bro can literally not stop moving- like he will not sit still and he tries so hard

- He has the shortest attention span ever if it doesn’t have to do with his friends or racing

- He actually really enjoys American Football and plays a modified version with Mater sometimes

- He was an orphan growing up

- Bro would 100% go apeshit feral if he lost a game of Uno

- Loves carnivals

- Dog person

- Forgets he’s rich sometimes and he can make his own decisions about money

- His love language is hugs and gifts

- He bought the Hot Wheels of his car and continues to buy every variation

Chick Hicks:

- Bit other kids as a child

- Filled water guns with lemonade and shot at people’s eyes

- Daddy issues(actually this is canon isn’t it?)

- Cat person

- Frighteningly good at card games like Casino “house always wins” levels of good. Like bro will somehow know what your cards are without even looking at them

- He put rocks in snowballs

- Alcoholic

- Loves anything horror, gorey, and True Crime

- He’s notoriously bad at getting people gifts, like seriously bro is not allowed to buy anything for anyone for Christmas or their birthdays that’s how bad it is(someone usually gets it for him)

- He probably has a huge gambling problem

- His love language is giving gifts

- He gives gifts as a form of apology because he’s shit at words

- Literally the best mustache in all of cars- like he keeps that thing at top condition 101% of the time

- He never actually finished school because his dad forced him into racing as soon as he could

- Probably had rabies at one point and somehow survived

- If you somehow manage to become a good friend of his, he’ll actually be super chill w/ you

- Rich as FUCK

Strip Weathers:

- Legally adopted Cal after his parents passed away(or sumn idk)

- Has several scars on his arm from the crash during the tie-breaker race

- He, Tex, Lynda, and Cal were practically inseparable after the crash

- He and Tex are literally the bestest of buds like they are homies to the MAX

- He doesn’t hold any ill-will against Chick even if he should and is allowed to

- The “Boy Scout” of racing(think Superman or Captain America)

- He listens to “Old Town Road” by Lil Nas X while working with his horses. Cal cringes every time.

- He never swears unless he’s serious about something or is extremely upset or concerned

- He almost fainted when he met Doc for the first time, almost immediately asking for an autograph

- He has a ranch full of horses and enjoys horse racing as well as car racing

- Received an apology gift of both cologne and a miniature trophy from Chick

- He let Chick sign his cast after the crash

- He’s tried to teach Lightning and Bobby how to ride horses with Cal’s help. It did not go well

- He wanted to be a doctor for a little while before switching career paths

- Racing is literally in his blood(he comes from a very VERY long line of racers)

- Weirdly good at writing. Like for no reason.

- He heavily fanboyed over Doc when he was younger

Doc Hudson:

- He loves Lightning as his son

- He thinks of Sally as a surrogate daughter

- Unironically says “back in my day” whenever he’s telling a story

- He owns a shotgun and it’s hidden away in his house, far away from Lightning(who keeps trying to find it with no luck)

- He knows the most shit out of everyone and all their backstories. Bro hears the gossip and goes “nice”

- He loves watching fruit dissection videos on YouTube for some reason

- Bro is great at knitting. Like seriously. Give him ten seconds and you’ll have a whole ass sweater with a theme and everything

- He is an alcoholic(especially after his crash)

- Never got married or had children… until Lightning and Sally lmaooo

- He nearly started crying tears of joy when Lightning called him dad the first time

- He has several large burns and scars on his legs and lower back from the crash(like shit is really bad dude)

- His favorite movie is the original ghost busters

- He is a cat person

- He is a neat freak at heart yet gave up trying to clean out his garage because of all the bad memories

#cars 2006 #human lightning mcqueen #humanized cars #chick hicks #headcanon #lightning mcqueen headcanon #chick hicks headcanon #humanized chick hicks #doc hudson #strip weathers #humanized strip weathers #humanized doc Hudson #headcanons #humanization #I’m really tired lmao #it’s like 1 am #i’m very tired #lmaooo

[marymary-diva17]

Where is she (3)

miles quaritch x reader + spider, sully kids, and recoms, Jake/neytiri

Past love and past friendship had come back from the dead after fifteen years, you had thought they were gone forever but it seems like that was not true. The RDA had tried to use them but it seems like that failed in the end, as the lies that had been told were proven to be false. Now the enemies from the past are back as navi and were seemed to be given a second chance in life, so will they take this chance to change for the better or keep their old selves and lost out in what they can have now.

Jake " are you sure you wish to deal with them on your own"

y/n " yeah it just my former dead husband and friends, now are blue and avatar yesterday were puppets for the RDA ... oh yes and thought me and my son were dead ... yeah I can deal with this for now"

Jake " okay I along with neytiri and tsutey maybe others who wish to come will show up, as head up they might be watched closely for the sake of you and spider"

y/n " thank you jake but this misos will be hard then anything else I have done"

Jake " yes but I know you will be able to handle the task and everyone has trust in you and their respect as well"

y/n " thank you Jake I should get going before they come find me, and do anything to get them in trouble"

Jake " thank you again"

y/n " your welcome" you had soon walked off toward the home that was holding the recoms, you had soon reach the place. You had taken some time to prepare yourself, for what was going to happen right now.

y/n " good morning" you had soon pushes back the curtain door and looked at the group. it seems like they were dressed as navi and avatars.

quaritch " good morning we just got done with breakfast"

mansk " yes it seems like I and Z dog still have some cooking skills in us"

y/n " that good when you are all ready meet me outside" the group had said nothing as you soon left them be, and it didn't take them at long to show up outside.

quaritch " hey where is junior"

y/n " okay first of all he not called junior just because he was named miles jr after you, and that was written on some paper it not official and he is name is spider"

lyle " that weird name"

y/n " lyle"

lyle " sorry"

y/n " he not here he went off with his friends today"

Z dog " we were hoping to see him again after yesterday as we didn't off on a good foot"

y/n " well maybe he will be around you all can see him now come on let get going"

Quaritch “ so what are we going to do today beautiful” 

Y/n “ we are going to see now you all can ride on the clans creatures, come on it will be good and best start this what I did when I joined the clan” 

Masnk “ yes ma’am” you had laughed and bit as you shake your head and walked off from them, and they followed after as well. Soon reaching the meadow where the fire horse live along with everything else. 

Y/n “ learning to ride these horse will be new and interesting to you all” 

Lopez “ wow so these are horse but pandora version”

Y/n “ yes”

Prager “ wow i never thought I will ever be up this close to one of them” 

Y/n “ well you will be getting closer to them today now come on don’t stand there all day, now these dire horse will be the ones you get to choose from today and make the bond” 

Quaritch “ well comes on everyone let get this started with” the group had soon found some dire horse that they wanted, and were doing well so far. 

Y/n “ you all are doing well building a relationship with the dire horse and now you can try to ride them” 

Z dog “ are you sure” 

Y/n “ just give it a try” the recoms had tried to ride the dire horse but has fallen off time and time again soon time laughter had been heard, you had looked back to crowd of children along with the sully kids and spider. 

Quaritch “ well it good we found a way to make someone laugh today” 

Y/n “ yes they children seem to find the whole situation funny after all” 

Tuk “ aunt y/n” tuk soon ran towards you and stoped when she reached you the older kdis were not that far behind her. 

Y/n “ hello kids it seems like you are doing well” 

Kiri “ yes we got done with helping norm and the other scientists all the clans kids were coming back, and saw our guest raring to ride horses” 

Spider “ yeah are doing a good job” 

Quaritch “ thanks kid” 

Spider “ yeah sure” 

Neteyam “ have you seen our parents or anyone else lately” 

Y/n “ no I havent seen them I think they are busy at the moment” 

Neteyam “ oh okay” 

quaritch " hey kids we wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday, we meant no harm we just came looking for anwsers as we had been told lies"

kids " ........"

quaritch " yeah I'm guessing we are not getting forgive right away with you all and everyone else here"

y/n " quaritch it going to take some time for everyone to believe that you are sorry, the last time any of the older clan members saw you was a time of sorrow and bad as well ... it not going to be easy"

neteyam " yes and the return of the RDA hasn't made everything better as well as now life has changed"

lyle " yes"

lo'ak " we all know what you done to our family as well and our aunt as well, when she was still human"

y/n " children it okay don't work yourself up"

tuk " I'm hungry and sleepy"

neteyam " come on etude lets get you home I will find you something to eat and you can take a nap later" neteyam had picked up tuk and started walking away with her.

neteyam " are you three coming"

lo'ak " we are going to stay here bro we will be good" neteyam had nodded his head not before glaring at the recoms, he didnt trust them that much after yesterday and their history with his parents and you.

prayer " wow that was intense"

y/n " well neteyam is overprotective of his family and clan"

mansk " will you kids be helping your aunt or watching us"

lo'ak " both but maybe the second one as our mother still doesn't like you and I don't think she doenst want any of us near you even y/n as well"

quaritch " well maybe that you three are like us but more navi and peaceful maybe you can help us learn the ways"

kiri " we can see if we can help that much but the rest of way of you all making lives here, will be up the great mother"

prayer " that great mother that your god right"

kiri " it seems like you have alot to learn"

lo'ak " I'm going to join neteyam and tuk" lo'ak soon turn around looking at the recoms as well, leaving kiri and spider there.

kiri " aunt y/n what ever decision you make we will follow your lead"

y/n " thank you my loves" kiri had started walking away but she soon noticed spider was still standing there, she waited for him to come with her.

spider " if mom asked me to help you all I will...."

quaritch " thank you ...."

spider " if you do anything to hurt my mom, cousins and anyone I love I will make sure you regret it"

quaritch " we understand"

spider " good mom I will see you later" spider soon walked to kiri and they both soon walked off, but they had done the same action as netyeam and lo'ak.

y/n " well it seems like I was right this is not going to be easy for any of you, but maybe in time it will work out"

quaritch " thanks I hope I can show you and our son that I will to make this change to a better man or navi"

y/n " yes let see what happens now come on let get back to the lesson and have a break" the group had done what you told them, the rest of the day went but you deeply knew. It was not going to be an easy adaptation for any of the recoms and forgiveness will not be coming easy as they all thought.

#avatar 2 #atwow #avatar #avatar x y/n #avatar x reader #sully family x reader #avatar the way of water #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x y/n #spider socorro #spider soccoro x reader #miles spider socorro #avatar recoms #recom squad #atwow recoms #recoms x reader #miles quaritch #avatar 2009 #avatar 2022

[allzelemonz]

Whipping Boy: Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘son’, and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: O’Driscoll Reader, Reader is the biggest virgin in the West, loss of virginity, grinding, thigh riding, masturbation, dom/sub-ish, overuse of ‘sir’, mentions of beatings, actively learning what sex is and why it’s hype Summary: When you finally get the chance to run away from the O’Driscolls after only ever being their punching bag, you end up in the hands of Colm’s rival and have to earn the protection you need.

The fire in front of you is a risk. Really everything is a risk now. You know Colm isn’t kind to traitors and he would certainly know that his favorite man to punish is missing. You’re not entirely sure why the man always blames you, why he enjoys beating you. It’s in the past now and you hope it stays that way, that’s what matters. The fire will go for another hour, just long enough to warm your hands because you can’t feel them, then you move on.

A stick breaks behind you and it takes all of your self control not to move. You need to wait and draw your gun when the time is right. But the time never comes, a rope catches your chest first. You try to reach the holster but your attacker beats you to it, throwing the gun aside and hogtying you with tight knots. From the footsteps, there are two of them, all you can hope is that they’re not Colm’s boys.

“What’d ya catch?” A twangy voice asks.

“Don’t know.” The one that tied you says with a bit of an accent. “Let’s see.”

The man pats you down, looking for pockets. He flips you over to do the same and finds nothing. You ran on a whim, no time to grab anything. The man that tied you is darker skinned than his friend, much better dressed too.

“He’s got nothing.” He sighs.

The other man comes closer, his eyes narrowing at you. He’s heavier set with a beard and half pinned up hat. “Hold on… he’s an O’Driscoll.”

You shake your head quickly. “N-No, sir. I’m not, I’m not, I swear I’m not.”

The bigger man laughs. “Squirrly too.”

“Should we take him back to Dutch?” The other asks. “He might have some information.”

That’s worse. That’s much worse than Colm’s boys, they’re Dutch’s.

“Sure.” The bigger one says. “Maybe he’ll be entertainin’.”

You struggle against your bindings. “L-Look, fellas, I’m not with Colm-”

“Horseshit!” The bigger one yells.

The other chuckles. “You all dress the same, cabrón. Hard to hide like that.”

He pulls you to your feet and shoves you towards the bigger man. You’re dragged to their horses, hidden in the trees, and hoisted onto the back of a large brown beast of a horse. The larger man isn’t gentle, he throws you in a way that makes your stomach feel the impact as you land.

“Sit still, fer yer own good, boy.” He says as he mounts.

You don’t argue. There’s no way you could. After all your time being at Colm’s mercy you’ve learned that fighting it gets you nowhere. The man still hits you along the ride, just for fun you assume. Perhaps you just have a punchable face.

When the horses stop you have a second of relief from the taunts and the violence, just a second before you’re roughly pulled from the horse and thrown on the ground. Your legs collapse from the extra pressure of the large man’s hand on your shoulder and you nearly swallow dust that’s kicked up from your landing. There’s shouting and footsteps before you’re pulled up to your knees and the familiar large hand grips roughly at your hair to make you look up at who you can only presume to be Dutch Van der Linde.

“What have we here?” He muses, hands on his gunbelt in a strikingly similar way to Colm. “Bill?”

The large man, Bill, answers in a smug voice. “Found ‘em out by the river, some O’Driscoll dog.”

“I can see that.” Dutch sighs, his eyes looking over the green vest you should’ve thrown away. “Let's see what he has to say. Bring him.”

Bill pulls you to your feet and drags you after Dutch to a large white tent. Inside it’s well kept, nicely decorated, very different from anything O’Driscoll. Dutch sits in a chair and picks up a cup to drink from.

“I will handle the boy, Bill.” Dutch says. “Cut him loose.”

“Ya sure, Dutch?”

“Go on.”

Bill grumbles to himself but cuts you free and disappears from the tent a second later. You move your eyes to Dutch, not quite meeting his.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t kill you, son?”

You watch as he calmly stirs the liquid in his cup as if the question he asked were a normal one. He looks up at you and catches your eyes for a moment before you get the chance to look away. The last time you looked Colm in the eye without permission he tied you up to the horse’s hitching post and left you out for the night in nothing but a union suit.

“Sir, I… I’m not with Colm.” You take a shaky breath. “I don’t want to be, anyway.”

“Why is that, son?”

You stare at his feet as you speak, unconsciously wringing your hands. “I just couldn’t stay there, sir.”

He chuckles. “You act like a frightened dog, son. Is there a reason for that?”

“Just don’t let him find me, sir.” You glance up at him for a second, just long enough to see an interested expression on his face. “You could let me go… or I could be useful to you, j-just don’t send me back to him or anything. I can’t be there.”

“Useful?” He muses. “How so?”

“Whatever you need, sir.” You say all too quickly, looking up enough to see a bit of a smirk on his face. “If you can protect me from Colm, I’ll do anything.”

He leans back in his chair, setting his cup down. “Come here, son.”

You step closer, just a foot away.

“Here, boy.” He points to the ground just in front of him.

You shiver as you lower yourself to your knees in the space he pointed to, right between his legs.

“You said anything, boy.” He leans forward, his hand slowly reaching out and tracing along your jaw. He holds your chin to make you look at him. “Did you mean it?”

“I-I suppose so, sir.”

“You suppose?”

“I… T-There are just some things I’ve never done before and I don’t know exactly what I-”

He shushes you and you go quiet. His hand is gentle as it travels up to cup your cheek. You look up at him and find only more gentleness in his expression.

“It’s alright, son.” He sighs as his thumb strokes your cheek. “Colm never used you?”

You blink a little rapidly at the question. Colm beat you, sure, but he never touched you. A couple of the boys might’ve gotten handsy when they were drunk, but no one had ever forced you or propositioned you beyond dirty comments in passing. It just never happened.

“No, sir.”

He’s quiet for a moment as he looks over your face. “It’s real simple, son. Just do as you’re told.” His thumb trails over to your lips, running along the bottom one and dragging it down a bit before letting it bounce back into place. “Ya seem good at that.”

Your breath catches for a moment from the touch. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Stand up n’ strip for me, boy.”

You hesitate, your nerves getting the better of your tendency to obey. When you don’t move, Dutch’s hand grabs at your cheek harshly and you gasp.

“What’s the matter, boy?”

“S-Sorry, sir… Just that I’ve never…” You relax a bit as Dutch softens again, listening. “I’ve never been bare in front of somebody before.”

He smiles and you can’t quite place the expression but you know it isn’t an innocent one. “Never?”

“No, sir.”

“My, my…” He leans back in his seat. “Allright, son. Ya can earn your protection piece by piece.”

You nod, hoping for nothing more than to not be returned to Colm.

“Stand.” He orders.

You do, your knees aching in the process. He spreads his legs and pats one of his thighs. You timidly settle onto it, your own legs spreading apart to rest on top of him.

“That’s it, son.” Dutch smiles as he takes your hand and slowly places it over a hard bulge in his pants. “Now move yer hips n’ yer hand, just let it happen, son.”

You’ve never felt another man’s dick before and Dutch’s feels much bigger than you imagined most men should be. Given what he said, you’ll have to deal with it more later. Dutch’s hand squeezes yours, making it wrap around him. You take his hint, moving your hand against him and trying to think of what could feel good.

“Hips, son.” Dutch mutters, his head lulling back and his hand resting on your waist.

He grips your side tightly, urging you to move and you follow him. You buck your hips slightly, the unfamiliar motion feeling weird while perched on Dutch’s leg. But you feel it, what you assume Dutch is wanting you to feel. It’s barely there, but it gets better when you do it again and again. It feels good.

You try to keep your hand moving against Dutch in whatever way you can manage and he seems content, so your primary focus is on the movement of your hips. From the way he chuckles when you feel spasms overcome you, you assume it’s premature. Nonetheless, it rocks through you and Dutch moves his leg for you as you ride it out.

“Never came before, have you?” Dutch asks, his hands suddenly both on your waist and his lips close to your ear as if time had skipped.

“N-Never…” You say with heavy breath, the feeling still shooting pins through your body.

“Enjoy yourself?”

You nod, your head spinning a bit when you do.

“Next part could not be easier, son.” Dutch whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Sit there and look pretty.”

He leans back in his chair, away from you. The lack of support makes you have to rest your hands on him to catch yourself. You watch as Dutch unfastens his pants and, for the first time aside from the occasional accident, you see another man’s dick. It’s not so different from yours, but it stands on its own, something you’ve never dared to remove your pants to see on yourself. Your lips part at the sight and you suddenly understand why some folks talk about using their mouth down there.

Dutch puts his hand on your cheek again, bringing your eyes back to his. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a man’s cock, boy.”

“I-I-I have… just never so… close and…”

“You like it, son?”

You try to avoid them but Dutch’s eyes are so nice to look at that you can’t help but hold their gaze when you catch it. “Yes, sir.”

“Then you watch real close.” Dutch says, holding his hand out in front of your mouth. “Spit for me.”

You gather saliva in your mouth and spit it into his hand as he asked.

“Good boy.”

Something about the phrase sends a shiver through you. Dutch brings his hand down to his dick, the one on your cheek tilting your head to ensure you watch as he spreads your spit over himself. You can’t think of anywhere else you want to look. His hand grips and begins to move up and down in slow pumps. You unconsciously wiggle against his leg, now feeling the stiffness of your own dick.

“Don’t look away, son.” Dutch orders as his hand moves faster. “But you can move.”

You keep your eyes fixed on Dutch’s hand, watching as he gives himself an occasional squeeze and rubs his thumb along his tip every once and a while, but you also move your hips like you did before. Now you know what you’re chasing and with Dutch’s demonstration, you cum within a minute. Dutch moves his leg against you again, helping you through the high, but he doesn’t falter on himself. When he releases, his cum lands on the floor behind you but some spurts onto your pants. You watch, transfixed, as Dutch strokes himself through it and wanting nothing more than his hand on you now that you know what it can do.

His other hand brings your head up, making you meet his eyes again. “More tomorrow, son. Alright?”

You nod slightly. “Y-Yes, sir.”

He pushes at your shoulder slightly and you retreat, standing and stepping back from him. You watch as he puts himself away and turns his focus back to you. His eyes look over you before he stands. He takes a rag from the table and dips it in a bucket of water, ringing it before bringing it over and wiping the bit of his cum from your pants, your own release hidden by the dark shade of the fabric.

“Come with me, son.” He says, tossing the rag aside and putting an arm around your shoulders. He leads you out of his tent and gestures to an older woman in a red dress. “Miss Grimshaw will take care of you ‘til I need you again.”

You nod. “Okay, sir.”

“Behave yourself, do as you’re told.” Dutch drops his arm from you and turns back to his tent. “Colm won’t find you here, you have my word.”

With that he disappears back into his tent and you’re left standing there with ruined pants and a newfound set of knowledge and feelings. You take a deep breath and step out onto the grass, already anticipating what Dutch will want tomorrow.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x male reader

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

Soul Animal Obey Me AU

MC arrives in the Devildom but it's without their animal, the animal that represents their soulmate. Diavolo quickly makes it right, but the animal in question is a bit shocking.

Lucifer

when you race to the trailer with your soul animal, he's beyond shocked to see the beautiful black mustang that comes out. its eyes are red and one look tells Lucifer that it's a piece of himself.

he knows that must mean the sweet and hard headed horse he's had for the last -goodness he's lost track of the years-. but it doesn't matter, that's you, your soul animal as much as its his.

Lucifer takes it upon himself to escort you and your steed to the stables. he doesn't even get all of the way there before your horse snorts and calls out, the returning sound one he knows well. you're both left still as he gets out of your grip and somehow his beautiful ride had escaped it's stall.

you both end up having to corral them into a pasture together since they refuse to move apart.

"would you like to talk? say, at a cafe, parhaps? i know a good one nearby." yeah . . . that sounds like a good idea, you apparently have a lot to discuss.

Mammon

the dog that tackles you and you hug tight right back feels oddly familiar. he's not sure what's going on until you tell them that it's a golden retriever even though its coat is pure white. and oddly enough, it's not because it's an albino, its eyes are deep blue in color.

mammon's breath catches and he finds himself locking eyes with the dog, who quickly gets excited and tries to drag you into the house, barking.

he's running off to his room, hoping he's not wrong, to find his own dog barking and whining on the other side of the door. the minute he opens it, it takes off and he's running to find you stand there shell shocked as the two fall together, yipping and rubbing on each other.

good luck separating them. ever. the only difference between Mammon and doggo mammon is that the dog doesn't have any reservations or tsundere tendencies (most of the time)

Leviathan

Levi really couldn't care less about this human, much less a human normie. but he needs you to get a pact with Mammon so he can have his money back.

but he's still beyond shocked when he finds you late to your night meet up in the kitchen! he needed you, but checking his phone, you never even saw his texts! stupid human normie, making him go find you- are in the fucking pool?

who goes to the pool this late- oh, didn't lucifer say your soul animal was a sea animal? yeah, something about not having a proper tank yet in your room so the pool had been temporarily renovated for it. you're probably visiting it. he gets that, his animal is . . . a . . .

Levi's brain blue screens as he sees you in a swimsuit playing with an octopus, grinning wide as it clings to you.

once he reboots he flails and turns bright red, surprising you, but he found himself grabbing you, octopus still on your arm, to drag you to his room where he lets you see the small octopus in his tank playing with Henry. both end up in his tank and he's just too shocked to say much.

at least until you admit to the clue Lucifer gave you about Mammon's credit card, then its back on the mission!

. . . The embarrassing stuff can come later.

Satan

a cat? your soul animal is a cat? wonderful! he's overjoyed and makes sure hes there when you're called down to come get it.

he was not expecting the sheer size of it, thats no house cat, its a wild cat.

not only that, but the hissing and angry blond thing that shot out at you, curled up against you and hissed at the very large carrier, green eyes furious. well it shocked him.

you're trying to calm it and he watches, unmoving as your pets and soft words quickly calm its rage- no, its pure wrath.

the bobcat calms under your touch and he finally regains his composure when it growls at Lucifer when he came close. one glance at its eyes as he approaches tells Satan all he needs to know.

he doesn't bother offering it his hand, only smirks at you and asks if you think your bobcat would like to meet his, leaving you spluttering at the meaning behind the words.

once the pair of cats meet, a bit after you'd recovered from the shock, they get along swimmingly and the blonde soul cat of him lays as yours starts grooming him, listening to a recording of an audiobook Satan played.

after they're settled down in their room, he decides its only appropriate to take you out to a cat cafe to talk.

Asmodeus

the little thing in the carrier Lucifer has in whining so sadly, Asmo feels sad hearing it. you rush over and quickly take it, opening the cage and taking out the upset little fox inside.

Asmo's shocked but is the fastest to recover after seeing what was clearly a piece of himself in a different form. he simply watches at first though.

he watches you comfort it from it's traumatic journey to you from the human realm and your'e calling Lucifer a meanie for being so uncaring about its comfort.

hes very happy you treat this adorable fox so well, and a few questiosn about him tells Asmo all he needs to know. he invites you to his room later to get some new ribbon to dress your fox up in and you accept the offer.

you have no idea that his own fox is in his room until the foxes are chittering and playing together and he's standing at your back, purring in your ear an apology and an 'oh, did i not mention that?'

he won't do anything you're not comfortable with but you don't leave his room for a while as you, at the very least, talk about your pets and how you've spent years pampering them.

Beelzebub

he's glad you've gotten your soul animal, he'd be super upset if he ever had to be without his. it's a super sweet dog but its been sad since belphie left, so it tends to stick around their room and you don't go in their room.

you think its nice his soul animal cares about his twin as much as it cares about him, and you're glad Beel's decided to wait with you for it to come.

Beel's eating when you gasp and nearly chokes on his food when he spots the large dog coming around the corner.

he watches as you hug and pet the happy big absolutely giant dog and Diavolo, who'd been holding its leash, asks what it is.

you say its a belgian malenois, and he's coughing again. you look worried but he's blushing as he gives you a little grin and admits that he can sense and smell you your soul animal is actually a piece of him and that his dog looks a lot like you.

you don't quite believe him until he accidentally destorys a wall in your room and you end up in his, at which pint your dogs are best friends and the dog version of him is sharing its food with the dog version of you.

Beel's overjoyed when you start to get closer as a result. he finds that he doesn't mind sharing his food with you too after getting to know you.

he's beyond horrified when his dog is whining and obviously hurting before going limp, just barely not dead. hes far more shocked and angry when he finds Belphie in the house and dragging your almost-corpse behind him, grinning all the while.

Belphegor

Belphie's cat is the only one who knew where Lucifer had trapped him.

Lucifer had tried three times to kick the cat out and change the barriers to stop it, either trapping it in with Belphie or keeping it our entirely, but every time it managed to get past them. so instead Lucifer let it be.

belphie was glad, beel would help him, his other brothers probably would, but that was if any of them knew he was there. only his cat knew he was there.

he was glad though, his cat was the one who was always there for him.

he was beyond shocked though to wake up one day, bored, to hear purring, and he was even mroe shocked to find a cat with purple purple, the tips of its long fur tinged in white, laying with his cat and purring at it.

there was no dman way! its couldn't be! he was going to kick the cat out, refusing to beleive it, but his cat stopped him. Belphie was shocked, his cat had never hissed at him or been angry with him before! but now it was, it was angry and protecting this- this other cat.

after that, no matter how much it hurt him or how upset it made him cat, he ignored the cat.

eventually though, the new human found their way to him, and he decided to use that to his advantage. he didn't care, but you clearly cared about helping him, so he convinced you to help him.

he honestly never believed you'd be able to do it, but in the end he woke up and found you there, the door open, and he opened his arms. you went in for a hug, just like he knew you would.

he's whispering in your ear as you struggle to breath when a soft thump and painfully weak meow drags his attention to the cat that had fallen off his bed. his cat. the cat . . . that looked like you, as much as the other cat looked like . . . him.

human- humans killed lilith, he hated them and he wanted you dead . . . but that was his cat unable to breathe and he was watching it die. he was killing it himself- Belphie let go and scrambled back from you in a panic.

the reality of everything he'd been denying finally set in, and tears fell from his cheeks as he watched and didn't even turn when he heard steps and wings ruffling as they rushed up the stairs. he hears Lucifer in the doorway behind him but didn't move. couldn't move.

"I killed my soulmate." he breathed before breaking down and sobbing, clawing at his carpet. Lilith would hate him for this, he just knew it.

and then you melt away into dust and he can't breathe, but a meow and cat in the form of himself grabs his attention and he follows it as it leads him out, Lucifer at his back, until it leads him to a room with Barbatos, you, and his cat.

he'll never hurt you again, he'll never let anything hurt you again, just please don't hate him.

the fact that you forgave him and loved him despite what he did to you is something he'll never take for granted.

Part 2 with the Datables

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #soul animals #soul connection #i regret nothing #. . . ok i regret a little bit #belphie and beel #i am so sorry #i stand corrected #i fucking forgot mammon's eyes were blue for a hot second #shit #babe i am so sorry

[devildomwriter]

The Side Crew Get a Puppy for Christmas Headcanons

Solomon

• He’s delighted and amused by your choice “how did you know I was looking for a companion?”

• He thinks the puppy is a little funny looking with its long face but that makes him all the more endearing to him

• Names him King after his own monicker King Solomon the Wise

• Trains the dog not to mess with his potions and doesn’t let him in the room he does experiments in. He takes more breaks from work so the puppy won’t feel alone or bed sad

• Let’s the dog in the bed, doesn’t have any rules for him involving furniture

• Takes the dog on mission, has a little backpack full of his things

• The dog won’t touch his food which makes him a little sad but is a relief to everyone else.

Thirteen

• She’s so freaking excited. Shouts “Yes!” over and over again

• Likes that it’s a wolfdog and hopes some people will get scared and mistake him for a wolf

• Lets him run around freely in her home, especially the grassy planes on the top level

• Gives him a name as ridiculous as her inventions “Wolfie the Wacky Wolfdog” says his full name every time, no nicknames like Wolfie, but she does call him “Baby”

• Trains the dog to bark loudly and scare people

• When to dog is outside the home, he howls a lot as a warning to visitors and she loves it so much as she didn’t even train him to do that

• This dog lives the life of luxury and has its picture taken by her ALL the time

• Has it trained to charge Solomon “Take this you bastard sorcerer! Wolfie the Wacky Wolfdog, go!”

Simeon

• Is delighted by the surprise. It’s so tiny he can’t believe it’s supposed to become so big

• He names the fluffy little creature, Snowball

• This dog copies it’s owner in every way, it’s a very calm angelic dog with a bit of a free spirit

• Simeon always feeds it Tuna sandwiches, all the animals seem to like it for some reason

• He always invites the dog into bed the bed to cuddle at night

• The dog is the only thing reminding Simeon to take a break from work time to time, so he’s a good healthy distraction for Simeon

• Simeon loves the slobbery dog kisses. He thinks it’s funny and feels strange

• This dog is living the life being allowed to stay in the celestial realm and play with the angel dogs to keep them company until their owners join them in heaven

Raphael

• He’s surprised and gives one of his rare smiles as he cuddles the puppy trying to lick his face

• Thinks Saint Bernard is just fine as a name. Simeon teases him about “Saint Bernard the St Bernard.”

• The dog likes to chew on clothes so he’s always having to repair his clothes and hide his fabrics

• He makes the dog capes and fake angel wings among other accessories

• The dog acts much like a Support animal, it does tasks around the house for Raphael and brings him his spear on command

• Raphael enjoys taking him on walks, especially when the dog becomes bigger and a tad intimidating due to its size. No one would dare mess with the hitman angel’s precious dog

• Due to Raphael’s weird taste in food, the dog never eats his scraps which worries Raphael enough he takes him to the vet who suggests his just feed him regular dog food. Raphael obliges but only the top brands from the celestial realm

Luke

• He’s sooooo excited.

• Names her Muffin because “she just looks like a Muffin”

• When he realizes how big the dog is going to get he’s absolutely shocked and begins organizing his room immediately in preparations for the dog’s growth

• He always let’s the dog lick the batter bowl once he’s done and has to scold the dog always easily reaching the counter to eat his ingredients and mixing food

• Luke has a hard time walking him but feels a little safer no matter where he is with the Great Dane

• Mammon teases him that the chihuahua finally has a friend the right species, etc

• Gets a lot of “Muffin is taking her dog for a walk” comments and he sicks Muffin on them and secretly laughs

Mephistopheles

• He’s more of a horse person but he loves the surprise especially since the dog breed has “a good image” he’s picky about those things

• Doesn’t really care that it’s a human-world dog and even names it after it’s origin country—Francis

• The dog has its own servants and vet who clean up after it. Therefor Mephistopheles can be “the fun parent”

• he will give this dog anything and certainly has the money for it

• Takes the dog on horse rides and gives it its own riding hats

• Has professional photography done for the dog as well as hiring top-tier painters like the famous Dantalion

Barbatos

• Laughs in amusement and thanks you, he’s quite delighted by the surprise

• The dog is very sweet, loyal and obedient. Appropriately Barbatos names him Steward.

• He tailors the dogs own Butler uniform and trains it to help serve Diavolo

• It brings dirty dishes to the kitchen, opens the fridge and dishwasher, turns on and off lights, uses the toilet, and entertains Diavolo when he’s bored or lonely

• Barbatos is pleased to always have the dog at his side and only trusts Lucifer with the dogs care when he is away on a mission or in meetings

• The dog is trained to bring a handkerchief to Barbatos when he starts drooling, he’s quite pampered in a way that is mutually beneficial

• If you even look at this dog the wrong way, Barbatos will be after you for it. Despite the dog’s sweetness everyone is scared of it due to its protective owner

Diavolo

• This man laughs so loudly in pure excitement and joy at the tiny little thing

• Gives it the expected name, Spot.

• This puppy goes with him literally everywhere, Diavolo will not leave the dog at home even for missions and diplomatic meetings

• Similarly to its owner, the dog is loud, energetic and unpredictable

• Diavolo is so excited to always have someone to play with

• Is glad the dog is super loyal and won’t crush his spirit by running away like the Flame Salamander did

• The dog has its own room and an elite staff to care for the dog in the seconds it’s away from Diavolo who insists on doing all the care himself including the very difficult baths

• The dog doesn’t like baths so Diavolo gets soaked and covered in bubbles a lot and he just laughs about it despite Barbatos insisting the dog be trained properly

• The dog can tell when his owner is in a more serious mood and will stand still beside him or pose regally

• Diavolo’s most recent professional painting included the dog and it looks like a renaissance painting

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me solomon #obey me thirteen #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

[roosterbruiser]

"go to sleep, you haven't gotten any rest in the past couple of days" with Step Dad Rhett wanting to take care of baby so Mama can rest??

Forrest hasn't been sleeping well at all.

not even just the usual wake-up-every-two-hours-wanting-the-boob kind of not sleeping. it's different than that; your bouncing baby boy has been screaming through the night. already you've taken him to the pediatrician (or two or three) and they've all told you the same thing: he's teething. it''ll pass.

you're certain that it's much easier for them to say that when they're not the ones rocking a baby at three in the morning after precisely thirty-three minutes of actual sleep. and even if you had more grit, more patience, more energy, you would still be entirely deflated just hearing those pitiful cries from your baby boy. they puncture the still and quiet air inside your house--so much so that it sometimes makes the neighbors dog's howl.

so, you're spread thin. so thin that you're pretty sure you're see-through.

Rhett knows this as soon as you answer the door. he's smiling softly just in anticipation of seeing you--but when you swing the door open, Forrest tucked against your chest and wailing, that soft smile dissipates immediately.

"hey," you say, voice stained with tears. "c'mon in."

and then you're walking away from the door, wiping tired tears off your cheeks, sniffling hard. Forrest's little voice is ragged by now, but it hasn't stopped his upset.

"s'goin' on, darlin'?" Rhett asks, quickly stepping into the house and shutting the front door behind him.

he takes in the state of the house: the bottles on the table, the oragel infant on the couch, the unfolded blankets strewn over the chairs, the spinning record in the corner. his heart squeezes; you usually keep such a tidy house, it's important to you.

and if your house wasn't a dead giveaway, than the mere sight of you definitely is. hair thrown up lazily, shoulders practically sitting under your ears, tear-stained face, dry lips, unwashed body.

"teethin'. apparently."

you're still bouncing Forrest, pressing salty kisses against his tufts of brown hair, trying to soothe him.

Rhett feels a little bit out of his depth. he knew what it meant getting involved with you--it meant you and Forrest, always. he can't have one without the other and at this point, a few months in, he doesn't want one without the other.

he watches, wordlessly, from his spot on the entryway rug and racks his brain. how can he help you? tidy up the living room? let you shower? offer to take Forrest on a ride while you rest? he's chewing the inside of his cheek, his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his Levi's when you suddenly turn and meet his gaze.

oh. you're exhausted. like the kind of exhausted that can fall asleep standing up like a horse. the kind of exhausted that makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

"darlin'," Rhett starts softly, crossing the living room to stand before you.

if you were any less tired, you'd be embarrassed about your tears. but you just sniffle and look up at him, entire body pulsing and aching.

"I'm so tired," you say quietly, still bouncing. "I'm so tired that it's scarin' me, Rhett."

Rhett, with his breath held in his throat, gently swipes the tears from your face. you relish in the warmth of his rough palm, inhaling all that leather on his skin, and almost let your eyes flutter shut.

but then Rhett is taking Forrest from you, his eyes pouring into yours, reading every crease between your brows and pull of your lips. he doesn't wanna overstep.

you let him take Forrest--your arms falling limp at your sides, vibrating with tired.

and in Rhett's arms, Forrest looks tinier than ever. how could something that small make you feel this fucking tired? and all that tired, all that sadness, washes away entirely when Rhett presses a kiss to the top of Forrest's fuzzy head. he hasn't stopped wailing, not, not yet. but Rhett's got this. his arms are secured, his hands are in the right place, his nose is pressing against his head.

"we'll be alright, huh?" Rhett whispers to Forrest, pressing a few more kisses to the top of his head, inhaling all that milk and talcum powder on his skin. "'ve got this, huh, bubba?"

you're fairly certain that your heart is about to pump out of your chest and fall right onto the floor, staining the wood.

Rhett looks away from Forrest's ruddy cheeks up to your face, which is wet with tears all over again.

"s'wrong?" he asks you, securing Forrest against him before he reaches out to stroke your cheek. you fall into his touch and his throat aches with affection. "this okay?"

you nod profusely. you've just never seen a man love Forrest the way Rhett does. in fact, you've never seen any man love Forrest at all.

"m'so happy," you whimper.

a smile tugs at Rhett's lips.

"thought you were so tired it scared ya?" he says.

you shake your head, sniffling.

"not anymore," you tell him.

he nods. and when he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, his scruff delicately scratching your skin, Forrest finally starts to quiet. he's still crying, sure, but Rhett reckons he would be, too, if he was cutting three teeth at once.

"get some rest, mama," Rhett insists, muffled from your own skin. "we've got this, alright? me and Forrest're gonna be just fine."

#m answers #blurb #the 33rd of august #rhett abbott #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott outer range #rhett abbot x reader #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x oc #outer range #cowboy #cowboy Rhett #lewis pullman #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott series #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbot smut #rhett abbott headcanons #rhett abbott x female reader #Rhett abbott x single mother!reader #outer range fanfic #outer range smut #outer range x reader #outer range imagine

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Restoring the Roots (Joel Miller x Therapist! reader)

Chapter 2: Contemplation

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Pairing: Joel Miller x therapist! reader, post outbreak

Rating: none, will be changed to explicit in future chapters (slow burn, eventual smut, age gap), swearing in this chapter

Summary: Life after moving to Jackson looks drastically different for Joel. Survival mode is over and now he and Ellie can finally put down new roots. Ellie adapts easily but Joel finds himself struggling to settle into this new life, in more ways than some. At Ellie and Tommy’s insistence, Joel begrudgingly finds himself in therapy to try and work through his struggles but what he encounters is more than just painful memories and deeply rooted trauma.

A/N: Thank you for the feedback on chapter 1! I am so excited that everyone is excited to see Joel and reader finally interact! Our poor sweet grumpy old man, he just needs some loving and healing!

Joel squinted slightly as he glanced up at the broad, slightly faded letters that read ‘Restorative Reins,’ as he stood in front of the office. He had been standing in front of the building for a good couple minutes, chewing on the inside of his cheek as people strolled past him while he contemplated his fate.

Therapy. 

Even as he mulled over the word in his mind his spine stiffened and he clenched his jaw, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Therapy was only for folks with legitimate mental problems, that’s the way he saw it. You spoke to a shrink for your problems, cried into a box of tissues while laying on a couch, and were given some highfalutin advice along with a prescription slip. Either that or you ended up in the cookie bin.

Joel never thought long and hard enough about his mental health. Back in the day, before the outbreak, he could lose himself in a six pack of Lone Star, hit up a few of his buddies for a poker game, or rub one out in the shower to get rid of the tension, if all else failed. If he really wanted to, he could talk to Sarah about certain things on his mind. Needing to speak to someone who was a professional, to open up about your vulnerabilities, let alone seek advice, was a bewildering thought to Joel. Why talk to someone when he is usually able to deal with things on his own?

He hears Tommy’s pleas in his head, his desperation. And Ellie’s words too. The conviction with which they spoke about him getting help and actually taking care of himself. You never know unless you try it.

“Nothin’ to lose,” he mutters to himself. 

Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and walked up to the door, stepping into the small office. It was pretty cozy, almost too cozy, as if he stepped into someone’s living room. There’s a worn leather couch up against the front window and a loveseat against the wall adjacent to it, with a few blankets and cushions arranged on top, a small coffee table in between them. The walls are a soft sky blue and potted plants cover almost every surface imaginable. Surprisingly there aren’t any motivational posters on the walls, feigning false positivity and encouragement, somewhat reminding him of the ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ signs that Sarah used to have in her bedroom. 

One thing Joel does appreciate is the photos speckled across the office walls in various frames and sizes, most of them of animals such horses, dogs, sheep, and landscapes of different scenery. What looks to be an empty receptionist desk is tucked away in the back corner, besides a closed door that presumably leads to other rooms.

He steps further into the office, moving closer to a particular picture of a striking chestnut horse with a white blaze that runs from his forelock down to his nose. Huh. He looks familiar. Taking a step back and appraising all the other shots, Joel realizes these are all animals within the settlement. The horse he recognizes is Callum, one of the horses Joel has actually ridden while out on patrol. The realization softens his gaze, and he relaxes his body a bit, warming up to the fact that this therapist is an animal lover. Maybe not a totally crazy shrink after all, he concludes. 

He nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears the knob to the back door of the office turning, as it swings open and a young woman strides through into the office. 

“Hi there! Sorry to keep you waiting, are you here for a session?” The woman asks with a warm smile.

Any sense of false confidence he thought he had built up, dissipates immediately from Joel’s system as he takes you in.

You’re young. Much younger than what he expected.

Weren’t shrinks older? Middle aged? Like doctors? You couldn’t be more than thirty-five. You also did not look like a professional therapist, what with your flannel button up, jeans that hugged your curves, and combat boots, your hair pulled into a braid. It shouldn’t matter really, business casual was dead and gone, but Joel would be lying if he said he wasn’t very appreciative that you leaned towards the casual side. Either way you definitely didn’t look like a shrink, as his gaze swept up and down your body.  

His brain might as well be covered in molasses as he barely recalls the question you asked him.

“Uh, a session?” he repeats, drawing his eyebrows together.

“Yes, a therapy session?” You look at him expectantly, tilting your head slightly at his confusion. 

Joel felt his heart stutter as he met your bright eyes. What did you say?

Shit. Right. He cursed himself internally as he shook his head, attempting to clear his throat. 

“Uhm, I- no sorry. I uh, I’m not a client. I was told to come by to see uh, what kind of services you offered and get a consultation of sorts. My brother referred me to your office… he thinks I need some uhm, some kinda help.” Joel stammers, as he digs his nails into his palms and looks at the ground.

Fuck, this is stupid. Damn Tommy. He should just apologize, turn around and walk out the door, everything in his body telling him to run.

You raised your eyebrows as a look of recognition spreads across your face and you flash a huge smile at him, introducing yourself.

“Oh yes! You must be Joel right? I spoke to your brother Tommy yesterday. He mentioned that you might be looking for some support?” 

Joel was shook. He expected you to give him a disapproving or hesitant look of recognition. Despite only being in Jackson for about a month, news had traveled fast through the commune. Joel knew that many of the residents already knew about him, they had heard the stories. Tommy Miller’s ruthless, cold big brother, who had trekked across the country, while killing more people with his bare hands than he could count. Infected or not infected. He had a reputation. Another one of the reasons he saw no point in sharing his concerns with a total stranger, regardless of whether or not you were a professional. But you still had this warm, attentive expression on your face.

“Yeah. I’m not sure how much he told you, or what exactly he said, my brother likes to put his nose in other peoples’ business sometimes,” he rambled on, running a hand through his hair, “but I guess I wanted to know how it all works. How the therapy works, y’know.” He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“No problem at all.” You gestured to the couch for him to sit and you sat in the loveseat to the side.

“I suppose I should lay down while I’m pouring my heart out to you huh?” he asked as he hesitantly sunk down into the beat up leather, eyes darting to you nervously.

“Well, if you prefer to, then you certainly can, but it’s not necessary,’ you chuckled. "Sessions look a bit different here at the practice”.

You lean back in the seat and cross your legs, resting your hands in your lap, while appraising his tense figure. After a minute you break the silence, “can I ask, what do you know about therapy?”

Joel exhaled shakily, his heart pounding in his ears. Maybe this was a bad idea. He didn’t want to insult you by sharing what he really thought about therapy (that it was baloney), but he also didn’t want to be judged for having an abysmal perspective of mental health. He sat hunched over on the couch and bounced his right leg, anxiety consuming him.

Seeing him start to mentally backtrack you reassured him. “There’s absolutely no true right or wrong answer by the way. Just tell me what you think of when you picture therapy.” You gave him a soft smile and leaned to the side, resting on the arm of the chair. 

“Well uh,” he clears his throat.

Fuck, he just needed to get it out. Joel sighed deeply, running his hand over his face in an attempt to wipe away his embarrassment.  

“Honestly, I don’t know much about it, save for what I’ve seen on TV where you lay down on a couch, cry your eyes out to a shrink about your problems and then they hand you a prescription for pills. I’ve known a few people in the past who saw a therapist and they said it helped them ... but I just thought it was a bunch of bullshit truthfully.”

His eyes widen, and he looks at you immediately after realizing what he just admitted.

“Shit - I mean, I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant that it seems a bit pretentious. That sounds bad too.” He groans. “Shit. I’m sorry, I’m just not good at this,” he says, gesturing haphazardly between you both. 

Lord, can the ground open up and swallow him whole already? This is excruciating enough as it is. 

Joel looks at you pensively, waiting to see your reaction, waiting to see the shock or disappointment spread across your face at his words. But it doesn’t happen. Your gaze is fixed on him intently, as you watch his facial features, and nod along sympathetically. It’s surprising, and also off putting. He’s never had someone listen to him so attentively and maintain eye contact for so long, without showing any judgment. 

After a moment you shake your head and laugh softly.

“It’s okay Joel, everyone has their own definition of what therapy looks like, and what reaching out for support looks like. Like I said, there’s no right or wrong answer. Many people claim to not be good at this,” you respond, while mimicking his gesture between you two, “but if you can believe it, therapy is less about the talking, and more about doing. More about processing and taking the steps to heal.”

He nods as you explain more, sitting deeper and relaxing into the couch as the tension slowly leaves his body. 

“In a nutshell, I do provide talk therapy where I sit down with clients like this, and we discuss what they’re dealing with, talk through their concerns, and we come up with strategies together to help them navigate their situations. The sessions are an hour long. Some sessions are to vent and process emotions, others are to follow up on homework or strategies we devised, and others are to simply talk about whatever is on your mind.” 

You smirk as he raises his eyebrows when you mention homework, and you raise your hand in defense. “Again it looks different for everyone, there are no concrete rules or methods to follow.”

“The other type of therapy I do is equine assisted therapy,” you explain to him. “It’s an experiential type of therapy, which basically means the client experiences the effects of therapy by physically participating in activities with horses. You learn by doing and observing, not just talking,” you wink at him, reassuring his previous claims. 

“The horse acts as a therapy partner, and you complete different exercises with them, and we process the interactions that occur between you and the horse during the session,” you continue explaining.

Joel tilts his head slightly and considers it. “Huh, that sounds pretty cool actually.” 

He’s always loved animals, including horses. There’s just something innately calming about them. When you look them in the eyes, it makes you feel like they can see into your soul. He thought about it, realizing he actually did look forward to going out on patrol on his assigned nights and getting the horses tacked up. Nothing really compared to riding out onto the stretch of green plains, bordered by the massive mountains that painted Jackson's landscape, with the calming lull of their hoofbeats against the dirt. It was probably the only thing he really enjoyed about Jackson, as it gave his mind a break from the turmoil that consumed it most days. Other than scouting for infected or other threats, he could just ramble to his four legged partner about anything and everything, without needing a response.  

“It really is!” You grin emphatically at him, as you feel the passion buzzing through your body.

You sit up in your seat and lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “Horses are herd animals, and by nature they are very intuitive creatures, they act and live in the moment, not the past or the future. Consequently, they are very attuned to nonverbal communication, body language, and they can sense your emotions before you even realize it. They make great therapy partners, not just because of their gentle nature, but they also act as a mirror to our behaviors, and above all, they never judge you,” you babble excitedly, your eyes lit up.

Joel looks at you with wonderment, a fuzzy sort of warmth spreading through his body, as he sees your excitement and passion shine through. Normally it would be off putting to see someone so excited and energetic like this, but it was clear that you loved this job, and you cared deeply about supporting others. It made him fucking melt. 

“You make it sound pretty damn good, it doesn’t even sound like therapy,” he chuckled and you nodded in response. 

“It really doesn’t honestly. I’ve worked with individuals who have seen so many horrors and experienced unimaginable trauma, and in just a few sessions of working with the horses, they find healing, they find hope, and they look forward to coming in. They say it just feels like having fun with the horses,” you say fondly.

“I didn’t know it could be that impactful, but that’s pretty incredible,” he says in awe. He pauses for a moment as he looks away, then back at you, as he fiddles with his hands, picking at the skin around his nails.

Fuck. Is he really gonna do this? It almost sounded too good to be true.

“So, what would the next step be in the process?” he queries. “Do I need to sign any forms or anything?” He asks, his nerves ramping up as he feels his palms get sweaty.

You give him another dazzling smile that lights up your whole face and Joel swears that he turns to mush on the spot.

“No forms needed for now. Why don’t you come out to the stables and we’ll start with meeting the herd. Does Thursday morning work for you?”

“Yeah that sounds good.” He smiled back.

“How are you feeling after everything we talked about?” You asked, looking at him with those wide bright eyes.

Again with that attentive focus on him. Fuck.

He didn’t know if he would ever get used to that, as he squirmed under your gaze. He paused again for a moment, as he reflected internally. He actually felt pretty fucking good, for once. Surprisingly relaxed. He appreciated your lack of judgment and professional demeanour, your warmth and calm nature putting him at ease. It didn’t help that you were damn gorgeous and compassionate, he really didn’t need that much convincing from you. And he was actually excited at the idea of equine therapy, which didn’t actually seem like therapy. 

Damn Tommy and Ellie for being fucking right.

“I actually feel pretty good,” he remarked in disbelief, as a small smile tugged at his lips. “What do I owe ya for this consultation then?”

You beamed at his response. “Consider it a meet and greet Joel,” you said. “Consultations are only usually about 20 to 30 minutes, but seeing as it is your first time seeking therapy, I don’t charge anything.”

He glanced at the clock on the back wall of the office, noticing that you had been talking for damn near an hour.

Shit. Was it really that long? 

He opened his mouth to protest but you quickly cut him off. “I’m serious Joel, I won’t let you pay,” with a stern look that slowly morphed into a smirk. “I’ll see you Thursday at the stables, let's say 10 am. Okay?”

“Alright,” he lamented with a boyish grin. You both got up as you walked him towards the door and he turned back to face you.

He looked down at you, taking a deep inhale as he bit his lip. “It was real nice meeting you, and thank you… for the meet and greet,” he smiled, his dimple peeking through his right cheek. “I’ll see you on Thursday.” 

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[ohraicodoll]

would you do a headcannon on ways joel and ellie try to ease red into civilization?

So the thing is, Joel and Ellie aren't perhaps the best at this kind of thing. Ellie grew up in a FEDRA school her whole life where she had to be defensive and is already abrasive towards others and Joel isn't exactly the most sociable person, used to the harsh QZ. But they try if only because they see her struggling and the risk that she won't be able to stay in Jackson. They're not good sometimes and even actively make it worse by being so protective of her, but they care and try because of it. Some small things about those early months:

Joel has to restrict the number of sharp objects Red has on her person when she leaves the house. He won't take away all her weapons cause he knows she'll only be more nervous, but he also doesn't want her getting in trouble and having to explain why she has 6 knives on her

They both know that the house is the safe zone. Doors are locked, no one has another key to enter unannounced, windows sealed. They let her hide weapons in odd spots just in case and don't complain about it.

They also both know that sometimes, she needs to leave Jackson. That out there is home to her too. They try not to make "taking Red on a walk" jokes, but the reality is that she's more herself outside the walls. Going from being in possible danger 24/7 to not at all is hard for her to cope with. Like an addict, she has to be weened off the danger.

Anytime they have town assemblies or where she may have to be in a large group, they all go together and stay near the exits. Ellie tries to stay on her right and Joel on her left, but somehow the teenager always gets put in the middle as if Red is still protecting her. They keep a hand on her at all times to remind her that they're there with her.

After the first month when they learned she wasn't adjusting very well on her own and was getting into it with other people, Joel goes with her when they need to trade or get supplies if only so the townspeople don't give her shit. Her hackles raise easily when they stare, making it harder for her to get words out, so he acts as an enforcer and support to make sure they don't say shit to her.

Ellie yells at people often when she catches them giving her looks. Even the kids. It probably doesn't help the situation, but it makes Red feel better (and also kinda worse).

Joel treats it very much as if she's a feral cat he's trying to introduce to everyone. Slowly and little by little. When they have family dinner for the first time, they do it at Joel's house so she feels safer and tells them not to make eye contact or stare too long. They don't say anything when she eats fast, puts her plate in the sink, and goes upstairs without saying anything. It takes 3 dinners before she tries to have a conversation with Tommy and they ignore the subtle thumbs up Ellie gives her.

They make progress when Tommy brings up Joel's music tastes and she even debates with him the stylings of Johnny Cash and Bruce Springsteen.

The quickest way to break through with her is music.

They make more progress when they notice she's most at ease in the stables, at the kennels, where there's more animals than people and her shoulders relax a bit. Sometimes they find her helping brush the horses, Jeffrey (the head stable keeper) never saying anything to her and letting her be.

Ellie uses this opportunity to ask for a dog. They both say no.

Joel notices how much being out of the house is exhausting for her. She slinks into bed, quiet and a bit withdrawn, and when she curls into herself he pulls her body against his and runs his hand over her skin until she relaxes into him. He doesn't mention when she clings to him, only holds her back.

They all know that pointing these small things out will spook her and she needs time. Years alone with only herself does something to a person. Under the teeth and hard stares, she's shy and uncertain and drowning in all the new.

Lists help. Keeping her focused helps. They test this out by giving her a written list of supplies to get for the house. It's easier for her when she can just shove the paper at people rather than having to speak and they simply give her the things. Easy. Not much interaction needed.

They keep her busy by giving her things to do each day. The first floor room needs to get cleaned out, Ellie wants all the former girl's stuff packed away, the separate garage out back is filled with rusted junk. Keeping her busy means she's not panicking.

Because she can't have her knife out constantly to flip between her fingers, Ellie gives her rubber bands to wear on her wrist to fidget with instead. Her fingers pull at the elastic when she's anxious, twisting it in circles around her wrist over and over again. It helps.

It takes 10 dinners before they have it at Tommy's place. She's stiff in her chair, avoids eye contact, but at least replies to questions and Joel keeps his hand on her thigh the whole time. Maria shows her their records and record player and that loosens her up.

They always tell her where they're going if they leave on their own.

She's more relaxed when they're around to act as a buffer. Except when the women obviously set their eyes on Joel or approach him to talk, acting like she isn't there. Or when some of the younger kids snicker and talk about Ellie.

Joel has to sit her down and tell her she can't fight the kids after she stares them down one day aggressively, teeth practically bared. He thought he'd have to deal with other parents when it came to Ellie, not her, but life is full of surprises.

For all the stresses, he still thinks its worth it when he catches them both asleep on the couch together, Ellie tucked into her and Red finally relaxed without a single frown on her face.

#asks #anon asks #joel miller x feral reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x oc #series: feral #raicodoll writes #joel miller imagine #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfic

[threads-makomo]

Takes some Kite headcanons because I love him to much and he's all I think about anymore and he deserves more love, I tried to keep this as gender neutral as I could!! Most of it is just kinda rants about what I think he'd be like and shit, but yeah

Sfw:

He's Demiromantic and demisexual. Tell me I'm wrong cause I'm not

Definitely kept his exam pin and wears it on his hat

Probably has like the blandest closet, I'm sorry, he knows how to like style but all of his clothes have no color to them

Naturally really cold, his hands and nose especially

Pretty light sleeper unless he just came back from an expedition, then he's out out, snoring and all

Motherfucker knows where everything is at all times of the day, you lost your phone? Oh yeah Kite knows where it is, forgot where you left your favorite book at? Kite remembers the exact place and time you put it down

Sleeps on his back unless you two are spooning

Definitely listens to Lesley Gore, Tears For Fears, Arctic Monkeys and maybe a little bit of Gorillaz and Icp

Can play Guitar and sing beautifully, probably sings a little while he's doing chores just so he isn't doing it in silence

Smells like smoke and like a pine tree, or more like sandalwood

KITE WITH HIS HAIR IN A BUN >>>>

Takes either scorching hot showers or ice baths, no in between with him, if your showering with him he'd definitely adjust it so your not burning/freezing to death

Will melt if you play with his hair, just imagine laying in a little field and Kite has his head laying in your lap while you play with his hair and you both talk

If you ask him to play with your hair though he happily would, he'd probably do it while you both are cuddling without even realizing it

Everytime he comes back from expeditions he typically comes back with some flowers from the region he was in

Probably owns some type of animal, cat, dog, fish, snake, bird, horse

Probably really interested In eels out of all animals

Anemic as fuck

I've gotta be the one to say it, Kite is autistic.

Albino Kite?

Makes the best fucking meals, sir could you make me some potatoes, I love potatoes 🙏🙏

If your a hunter and you ask him nicely he'll take you on expeditions and adventures

And even if you aren't he still would, you'd just have to sweet talk him extra hard into it

Will die on the spot of your wear his hat or sweater, or both, he thinks you look so pretty

He got snake bites awhile back, he got one torn out during a fight and he lost the other while working on a project

Perfect fucking hugs.

Probably smokes whenever he's stressed out, always does it outside though ofc, he's got a strict rule of never smoking in the house, mainly so the house doesn't smell like smoke but also cause he's considerate of you

Would love to have a child with you but if you don't want kids he understands

Nsfw:

He's got such a pretty dick omfg

5.5 when soft, 7 to 7.5 when erect, a little more on the thinner side but still feels absolutely amazing

Pretty red tip that's perfect for kissing

HELP HIM ARGUING WITH CRAZY SLOTS WHILE HE'S TRYING TO FUCK YOU

Definitely a switch, service top by day, obedient good boy by night

Please praise him he'll melt

Absolutely loves eating you out/blowing you, especially if you both have to be somewhere in a few minutes, definitely cums just from doing it too

Please pull his hair, he'd let out the prettiest moans

You guys have probably fucked in a forest atleast twice, that's as Public as things will get though

His nose is very rideable

Six nine six nine six nine. Six nine him, he'll be so fucking red and let out such pretty whimpers

Or hell just ride his face, he's content with that too, either way both of you are cumming hard

Missionary, cowgirl, and spooning are his favorite positions by far, he just like being close to you

Would literally die if you asked to peg him, his face would be so red the whole time but he'd enjoy every second of it, just please be easy with him <3

Would probably thigh fuck you

Plays cbat in the back while he's fucking you

Usually cums in a condom but if you ask him to go without he'll cum wherever you ask him to tbh

Doesn't really have many kinks, loves getting praised and praising you, though could definitely be a brat tamer, maybe some light bondage and foreplay

Sex with him is typically pretty romantic and vanilla, he see's sex more as love making and as just another love language, another way to show his partner how much he loves them

Honestly I just wanted an excuse to talk about Kite, I love Kite, we all deserve a Kite in our life, live laugh love Kite

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[dmwrites]

Pearl was alone. Bitterly so. Sometimes she would watch Impulse and Bdubs in their garden, shoot arrows at them for fun. One time impulse actually caught a stray arrow in midair, and the three of them had had a moment of arms-raised celebration. But it was a quiet celebration, and she was, at the end of the day, still alone in a house in the sky.

It was sad living, even with her dog. She knew it was bad to be alone like this, with the voices of her friends (former friends?) echoing back at her. Stupid. Weird. Crazy. Scary. Demon. And she didn’t like how it sounded.

Impulse and Bdubs invited her for dinner one evening. She sat down in their living room with a warm bowl of soup, and for a while the three of them talked about the nonsense that any person does. Block pallets. Gossip about the other players. After a while Bdubs got it in his head that the room needed dusting, and put on a frilly apron that had Pearl raising her eyebrows, and laughs were shared. But it went quiet after a while, a comfortable silence that Pearl hated to break. But she had to ask.

“Impulse?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I a demon?” Somewhere behind her, Bdubs stopped dusting.

“A demon? What on earth would give you that idea?” Impulse leaned forward in his chair, a deep concern etched into his kind face.

“I- well, I may have inadvertently caused Ren and BigB’s deaths.” Pearl looked down at her bowl of soup. “I was just playing a trick, stealing their horse, fully intending to give it back, but one of them looked at an enderman and they…”

Impulse clicked his tongue in sympathy. “But that’s not your fault… I mean, just chance. But why would that make you think you’re a demon?”

“Well, Ren told me I had a darkness in me after that, that I was a curse, a demon. I was just trying to have fun and help them.” Pearl felt close to tears again, but told herself sternly not to. “And you’re the only demon I know and I just wanted to know…”

“Oh Pearl!” Impulse leaned forward, extending his hand. Pearl took it. “You know how Ren is! Dramatic down to the last bone in his body. Give him some time, flatter him and BigB, and I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”

Pearl sniffled. “Really?”

“Hey, would I lie to you?” Impulse smiled big and pulled his hand back.

“He’s a perpetual lier.” Bdubs deadpanned, coming to lay a hand on Impulse’s shoulder.

Pearl giggled. “Oh I know. You should see the shenanigans he gets up to in the soup trio base space.” They all laughed. “Well, thanks guys. I feel a lot better. You’re right it’s just a shitty day, and I can fix this! I can fix all of this!”

“Atta girl!” Bdubs cheered.

It was late, so after a bit more cheerful chat, Pearl decided to head home. Bdubs and Impulse walked her to the front door.

Pearl pocketed the leftover soup. “Thanks again guys. Good night to you both.”

“Good night Pearl.” Impulse said. They watched her leave- when she turned back to wave one last time, she could see them still standing on their front steps. Impulse had his arm around Bdubs’ waist, and Bdubs was leaned into his side.

“I’m definitely shooting more arrows at them, they are too domestic.” Pearl joked to herself.

——

“So?”

Bdubs looked sideways at Impulse, who was watching Pearl walk away.

Impulse said nothing for a moment, but wrapped an arm around Bdubs’ waist, eyes locked on the retreating figure.

“Definitely a demon.”

“Really?” Bdubs’ gasped, leaning into his side and watching Pearl start to climb the ladder to her house. “You’re sure?”

“Dead certain.” Impulse’s face was set in a hard, concerning way. “She’s more powerful then any I’ve ever met. More powerful then me. Her energy is flaring out of her like a star exploding. Look at my hand!” He took his other hand not currently holding Bdubs out of his pocket and held it out. The skin was burnt a deep red where Pearl’s hand had been in his. It was healing already, clearly, but was still nasty to look at.

“Oh my god.” Bdubs looked at it, and then at Impulse. “What does that mean for us? All of us?”

“I don’t know.” Impulse looked troubled. “But let’s keep her on our good side, yeah?”

#June 24 2022 #fic #double life smp #dlsmp #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #bdubs is also there #double life spoilers #kinda #trafficshipping #kinda?

[awoogayanderes]

IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF ME…

pairing : pm! osamu dazai x reader

other notes : angstttttt >:) part two maybe? i wrote this at 3 am and i’m so sleepy so it’s non edited once again sorryyy

you sighed as you saw akutagawa limping out of a room, dazai following behind him. you knew the young boy got another “lesson” as dazai liked to call it and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. you hadn’t been put through this torture when you joined the mafia, and even when you were reprimanded, no one punched you for it. “my dear,” your boyfriend calls out to you, noticing that you were thinking hard. what a curious look of yours.

you hummed back in response, “are you ready to go,” he holds out his hand and you nod before looking back at akutagawa, slightly holding onto the wall and coughing. even if you slightly glanced at him, dazai noticed right away, he’d have to talk to you about that. you two had planned a small date at his place after a difficult mission was successful. even though you thought chuuya should have also been included, it had been a while since you had some alone time with osamu like this.

as you two silently ate your food, he spoke. “i saw you looking at my subordinate, was there something you wanted to tell me,” he looks at you as you take another bite out of your food. “do you ever feel bad?” you ask him hesitantly, testing the waters a bit. “about?” he pressures you to start explaining. “about akutagawa, he’s still young and he’s learning to control his ability,” you pity him with a frown on your face. “i’m trying to help him use his ability for defense, not just attacking,” he calmly says and you can’t help but get mad.

“so beating him at any chance you get is your solution at teaching him?” you challenge your boyfriend. “you don’t have a subordinate so i understand why you’re doubtful, but when has a plan of mine ever failed,” his calm nature doesn’t chip away. “i would understand if you gave him these lessons and also congratulated him but you’re dismissing his whole existence as a human, you’re just using him as a machine, tearing him to shreds when he can’t get what your goal is,” you stand up for him.

“y/n, new dogs need to be beaten, he’s weak like every newcomer and he needs to learn how to use that destructive ability,” his voice slightly rises as he grips his chopsticks harder. his words sink into your mind ‘weak like every newcomer’ it makes you feel horrible. “is that what you thought of me?” you asked him. “what,” he asked a bit surprised you would ask that. “when i came into the mafia, is that what you thought of me? a dog needing to be beaten because it’s too weak?” it irked you.

“no, because you’re strong, you’re an executive now for a reason,” he said now glancing at the floor. “if you think newcomers are weak, why didn’t you beat me like you beat akutagawa? why didn’t you berate me and insult me as you do with akutagawa? dazai what you’re not understanding is that you’re stripping away the last pieces of his childhood. you’re forcing him into a world neither of us want to be in,” you stand up, needing to cool down from this.

ever since you started dating, you never called him by his last name. always “osamu” or “osamu-kun” never dazai. and yet he can’t understand why his affairs matter to you so much. he hated how you defended the young boy, even though he didn’t show it. before you left his home you turned around and said, “if you don’t change your attitude about akutagawa or newcomers, i’m going to do something about it,” he didn’t say anything as you left. you shouldn’t get involved in other people's messes.

a/n : this was horse maneuver but i’m too tired

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[allzelemonz]

Loyal O’Driscoll: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘mister’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence, Language Warnings: O’Driscolls are their own warning, reader is an O’Driscoll, pre-cannon setting, bullying, very fluffy Kieran Duffy Summary: O’Driscolls are never kind, which is why Kieran is surprised that you’re helping him after a few of them played a prank. Part 1, Part 2

The number of times the words sir or boss come out of your mouth makes it hard to deny your loyalty to the grand outlaw Colm O’Driscoll. You have run with him for almost a year, longer than most last. Colm gives you jobs that take loyalty, he trusts you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been at the bottom of the ladder, so seeing what Kieran goes through is hard. He’s the new guy, shy and eager to please. Everyone takes advantage of that. Which is why you’re helping him clean up some eggs a few goons smashed into his hair.

“You don’t gotta help me, Mister.” He says as he watches you wipe the slimy yolks from his hat. “I can clean it up.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“They was playin’ a joke, it’s alright.”

“I see if I can get Colm to send them on that suicide job. Or I’ll shoot them myself” You glance up and the still egg covered stable boy. “They’re assholes, they deserve it.”

Kieran sighs. “You really don’t have ta.”

“I do.” You say, getting the last bit of egg out.

“Why? I ain’t nobody important.”

“To Colm.” You sigh. “But I like you, Kieran. I want you to stick around.”

“Ya like me?” Kieran asks, sitting on a stool on the other side of the water trough.

You take a rag and start scrubbing the egg out as best you can. “Sure. You’re nice, good at your job, loyal as far as I can tell.”

“Oh.” He says, a little dejected.

“You’re gonna do things one day, Kieran. You can’t be in the stables forever.”

“I like it here.” Kieran says. “It’s not so bad.”

You chuckle, looking up at him. “Nothing compared to robbing a train.”

You set his hat down on your stool as you stand up and move over to Kieran. You run the wet rag over his hair. He shies away a little at first, but then he lets you run the rag over his messy head and pick out the pieces of shell as his face takes on a steady shade of pink. You work through his hair until there’s no egg left you can see, then you wipe the bit of yolk that trickled down his neck. He leans into your touch, trying to feel your fingers brush against his skin again but you walk away.

He watches, cheeks still pink, as you grab his hat and lightly place it on his head. For a moment he sits there, frozen. His eyes follow you as you sit back down and adjust your gun belt to make yourself more comfortable. He’s seen you come and go from the stables a hundred times, yelling at a handful of your fellow O’Driscolls or taking an order from Colm. He’s heard people call you Colm’s dog. While you’re not the only one who comes when he calls and does whatever he says, you’re the one that seems nice when he walks away. You tell off the ones that deserve it, you visit your horse if you haven’t left camp in a while. You’re hardly what Kieran would think of when an O’Driscoll comes to mind.

“Thank you, Mister.” He mumbles.

You smile. “You don’t have to thank me, Kieran.”

“I-I do.” He says, meeting your eyes when you look up to him. “Anything you want, Mister. Anything.”

“Be careful, don’t piss off Colm.” You say. “Just don’t get yourself killed so I can keep coming to see you.”

“What?”

“It’s the highlight of my day, Mister Duffy.” You smile at him.

“You come here ta see me?” He asks, a confused look taking over his face.

“I can only give my horse so many carrots.” You chuckle. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

You stand and go back over to him and take his hat off his head so you can press a light kiss to his cheek. He looks up at you, bewilderment on his face.

“I ain’t nothing special, Mister.”

You press the next kiss to his forehead. “Of course you are.”

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #kieran duffy x male reader