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[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel becomes protective of his alcoholic neighbors daughter. ]

“I am very protective of those I care for” his words lingered in the air as his eyes found yours..

PART TWO of my last story

smut TW: abuse

It had been a week since you spent the night at Joel’s house. He found himself looking out his window more often yet he hadn’t seen much of you since. Your dad continued drinking as usual but somehow you managed to avoid anything escalating.

That evening you got home and saw Joel in his driveway half way under his truck fixing something. The sight of his long legs resting on the ground caught your eye.

“Joel?” He quickly rolled out from underneath and sat up.

“How ya doin’, darlin, everything alright?”

“Yes everything’s fine, I just wanted to give you this.” You handed him a small container of cookies you made.

“Just a thank you from me, Sarah told me a while back you and her loved home made chocolate chip cookies”

“Thank you, sugar. That’s nice of ya, let’s hope she don’t finish it all in one night” he squinted from the sun with a smile.

“Oh and this is yours” you returned his t shirt and sweats in a bag.

“You could’ve kept it, I think it looked better on ya anyway” he smirked, his words making you blush.

Joel Miller was flirting with you and you had no damn clue how to respond. His flirting making you think of the way he was looking at you that night, remembering how he almost kissed you until the sound of your dad’s voice distracted you both in that moment.

“Hey! Did you get what I asked for already?” Joel’s expression quickly turning serious at the sight of your father one foot out of the front door.

“Yes, I got it. I’ll be right there!” You assured him before he realized you were beside Joel.

“Oh hi Miller,” he waved at him as Joel did a rather serious nod.

“Mick”

“I better go” you whispered as you turned away, your father walking back inside.

“Remember you call me if you anything, I’m right here” Joel called out to you before you stepped inside.

“Thank you, Joel” you smiled before closing the door behind you. Joel silently watched you enter your house, he didn’t trust your alcoholic father being alone with you, but there wasn’t much more he could do in that moment.

Walking into your house you caught yourself still smiling to yourself, you remembered laying on his couch with him. You remembered the way he looked at you…the thought of him almost kissing you… Neither of you had spoken of it, but both of you were thinking of it more than each other knew.

Sarah ran out of the house excitedly, distracting him asking if she could once again sleep over her best friends house.

“Come on dad, I’ve been keeping my grades up and doing my chores” Joel smirked knowing his daughter was right.

“How could I argue with that?” he chuckled.

“I’ll drop you off in an hour” Joel resumed working on his truck while Sarah ran inside and called her friend.

A couple hours later Joel had returned to see a car pulling up in front of your house. Sitting in his driveway he watched through his rear view mirror two men practically stumbling out of the car and another with a six pack of beer in hand. These men must’ve been those friends of your fathers you had spoken of last time. Taking it upon himself he decided to call your cell.

“Hey Joel,” you sat at your desk surprised he was even calling you.

“Hey, sorry to call late I just pulled up in front of my house and saw-“

“Oh god not again” you sighed hearing the men loudly come in through the front door. Joel could hear the discomfort in your voice as the men could be heard in the background.

“Listen, I’m here again tonight. Why don’t you stay here till they leave” Joel suggested.

“I…I don’t know. I-“ you suddenly screamed jumping up from your chair at the sound of something loudly running into your door.

“What’s the matter you alright?”

“Jesus, yeah sorry. I think one of them just ran into my door or something, scared the shit out of me.” You explained making sure your door was locked.

“I think you should stay with me for the night” Joel was now more insistent on it and you yourself didn’t think it was a bad idea.

“Ok, but I’m not telling my dad where I’m going I’m just-“

“Don’t say a thing. Just grab what you need and stay on the phone with me till you get to your door. I’m right here in the front” Joel got out of the car waiting for you to make your way out while listening clearly to make sure you wouldn’t be bothered. With relief you opened your door to see Joel hanging up his phone a few feet away from you. His eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you.

“I seriously owe you” you whispered with a sigh as you walked beside him to his door.

“Just you being safe is good enough for me darlin’” he unlocked his door letting you in. This time more prepared you bought a bag with a change of clothes which was the first thing Joel noticed.

“Didn’t wanna wear my clothes again huh?” He teased making you blush.

“I mean, they were super comfy” you responded playfully noticing the grey sweats he wore himself, what a sight it was.

Joel hadn’t felt this excitement in a long time with a woman but he was still struggling with the idea of you being so young. You were mature, you were smart but Joel had never been with a woman this much younger than him.

That night the two of you ordered Chinese and played a movie you both liked. Next door you would hear your father and his guests going in and out of the house getting more alcohol, you could see them straight from the window. Joel caught you shaking your head looking over at them before looking back at the movie.

“He always been like this?”

“He’s gotten worse” you sighed.

“He never used to bring strangers over like that and now he expects me to be welcoming to drunk men gawking at me” Joel didn’t like the sound of that. Looking up out the window he could see those very men and the way they acted. He couldn’t understand how he couldn’t take the thought of them being near you but your own father didn’t think twice of it.

A few times Joel called his daughter making sure she was ok, it was always sweet hearing him talk to Sarah. Once he hung up he caught you staring at him making you giggle.

“What?”

“I just think it’s cute all the questions you ask her, you know…to make sure she’s ok”

“It’s a must when she’s at her friends house, she knows that” he responded.

“I can tell you’re very protective of Sarah” you looked over at him as he nodded facing you.

“I am very protective of those I care for” his words lingered in the air as his eyes found yours. He meant what he said and he wanted you to know you were becoming very much included in that. He felt you deserved to have someone who could make you feel safe and he wanted to be that someone. Adjusting yourself on the couch you looked away not sure what to say.

“I think you’re very sweet, Joel… I just don’t want you getting caught up in my mess and having a problem with my dad and-“

“I’m a big boy, sweetheart” he smirked.

“I assure you I could take care of myself” you chuckled before noticing he moved more closer to you.

“I’m sure you can..” you whispered realizing he was looking at you the same way he had been the other morning when you woke up beside him. Joel was doing his best trying to fight the urges he felt, the last thing he wanted you to think was that he was trying to get his way with you. Yet, the more time he spent with you, the harder it became to ignore. He didn’t say a word but he didn’t have to. Silently leaning in closer he brushed his hand across the side of your face looking deep into your eyes before placing his lips on yours. Maybe it wasn’t smart for him to do but at that moment he didn’t care. Shocked yet excited you let him do as he pleased. His kisses were passionate, his tongue parting your lips as he kissed you deeply, his hand sliding down to your waist pulling you closer against him. The soft sound of your moan making him abruptly part his lips from you, turning his face away toward your shoulder.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked out of breath, you reached your hand up to his face noticing how fast he was breathing. His hands still on you as he took a deep breath. Joel couldn’t remember the last time he felt this hard for a woman.

“Not a thing” he whispered low before turning back to you and kissing you like he never stopped. His body ready to jump yours, his hand brushing up your blouse squeezing one of your breast. A steamy make out session with Joel Miller wasn’t something you expected, being caressed by him in a way that you knew he had been yearning for this turned you on. You could feel how much he ached for you, you felt him unexpectedly yank down at your top hard enough where he ripped it making you gasp.

“Sorry” you could hear the genuine hint of regret in his voice, it’s like he felt like he had to be gentle with you knowing what he was capable of.

Knowing the strength he had.

Yet, that’s not what you wanted.

Tugging down at the same spot he pulled, you lowered your shirt and bra enough to reveal your breasts to him, just like he had wanted.

His hand very slowly brushing up your waist gently cupping one of your breasts as if he was appreciating every detail he could see. He wondered if you knew how much power you had over him in this very moment. His tongue sliding between his teeth before he leaned in and took your nipple in his mouth. The feeling of his tongue flicking at it made you squirm, your hands running through his thick hair as you moaned. Taking his time with each nipple before pulling you on top of him making you feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of your leggings. His eyes were hungry for you like an animal, his hands tightly on your waist as you began to grind your hips on him. You could feel the length of his hard cock through his sweats.

How badly he wanted you.

His hands grabbing your ass guiding your body on him.

“Shit, honey you’re gonna make me cum in my damn pants” his voice was husky turning you on more until the sound of his phone vibrating caught you both off guard.

“Fuck- not now dammit” he looked over to see Tommy’s name and silenced it with a push of a button.

“Nothing important?” You whispered just as another call came in.

Tommy again.

“God dammit”

“It’s ok….just answer. It could be important”

Answering a phone call was the last thing Joel wanted to do with you straddling him but Tommy never called this late.

“Yeah?” Joel picked up the phone irritated as you slowly got off his lap. Laying his head back Joel rubbed his forehead listening to what Tommy had to say. You couldn’t help but look down and notice the very pronounced shape of his cock pushing up against his sweats.

Damn Tommy, you sighed as you tried fixing your top that Joel had broken.

“God dammit, Tommy. That’s gonna have to wait till the mornin’” is all you heard Joel say. Grabbing your bag of clothes you went off to the bathroom to change into your pajamas you bought with you.

You could hear Joel arguing back and fourth with his brother as you came out before he finally hung up. Standing in the kitchen you watched as he rubbed his eyes and cursed at himself.

“Everything ok?” You asked as he made his way to you.. He stopped before you not saying a word, grabbing your waist he pulled you against him and continued to kiss you. Your arms wrapped around him, he gently pushed you up against the counter. His cock hard against your pelvis.

“Joel” you whispered brushing your hand down his chest.

“I can just go back home if there’s somewhere you-“

“No no, that won’t be happenin’” he quickly shook his head, his eyes still in a trance not leaving your lips.

“Tommy’s just gonna have to wait” he looked back up into your eyes, realizing what the hell he was doing, realizing what it looked like.

“Listen-“ he caressed your waist.

“I don’t want you thinking just cause you’re staying here that you have to do anything, I promise you I wasn’t expecting none of this” you couldn’t help but smile.

“I promise you” you wrapped your arms around him.

“I wasn’t thinking that way of you. Besides…” you unexpectedly turned around leaning over on the counter, pressing your ass against his length.

“I like what we’re doing..” you teased looking back at him as stared down at your ass mesmerized. Wearing a pink pair of shorts you began to pull them down slowly swaying your hips, Joel was at a loss for words.

Pressing your bare ass against him, you bounced yourself against his cock.

“Fuck…shit-“ Joel knew he needed you in that moment.

“I don’t wanna hurt cha-“ he spoke in a deep whisper as his hands grabbed your waist.

“You’re not” you looked back and watched as he finally gave in pulling down his sweats. Spitting on his hand he lubricated his cock and placed his tip right at your entrance. Feeling the heat of your cunt he slowly thrusted in as you both let out a simultaneous moan of relief at the first feel of each other. The girth of his cock filling up your hole, your hands flat on the counter as he took hold of your waist and began moving in a steady rhythm. He watched your ass bounce off him making him bite his bottom lip. The sounds of your moans filling up his home only encouraging him to move faster. He couldn’t believe he was actually fucking your, his pleasure overlapping any doubts.

His hand creeping up to your shoulder giving you a squeeze before he grabbed a chunk of your hair and tugged at it. You squealed as he pulled you up against him by your hair, your body molding perfectly against his. His arm wrapped around you allowing his hand to take hold of your breast. Grunting in your ear he fucked you hard and fast as you whimpered, he knew you were about to cum.

“Joel…” you cried out.

“Yeah baby I’m here” he panted holding you close. Your legs shaking as you came but you felt him hold you up and steady.

“I got cha, baby” you couldn’t respond, each wave hitting every nerve in your body down to your toes. His hands squeezing whatever he could, he knew he was about to explode.

“Shit, baby girl you feel so good..: I’m about to cum-“ his body making yours jump against his until he finished with two last hard strokes. Moaning deeply against your ear he held your body against him. The sound of a man who had wanted you for so long. You could feel him throbbing inside you before slowly slipping out. Your legs slightly shaking you held on to the counter as he threw water on his face from the sink and cleaned himself off. He turned to see you staring at him as he tied his sweat pants, silently brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You alright, baby” you nodded as he walked towards you. Pulling you in close he kissed you, almost feeling as if he still couldn’t keep his hands off you.

“You sure?” His lips brushing against your forehead as you closed your eyes wanting more yourself.

Before you knew it Joel and you were having sex in the shower. The need to feel his body against yours, to feel himself inside you was one he couldn’t escape. Never had you felt such sexual chemistry with another man before…not like this. His wet hair slick back as he stared down at you with intensity, holding your leg up rocking his hips against you. You moaned grabbing onto the wall, your hand slipping down as you tried to hold on.

“Hold on to me, sugar” he panted continuing to slam into you. Tonight was a night that neither of you wanted to end. After he finished, the two of you silently held each other in the shower, letting the hot water fall over you.

“It’s getting really late” you whispered, half a smile appearing on his lips.

“Got somewhere to go, darlin’?”

Joel couldn’t help but smile watching you sit beside him on the couch picking at your leftovers.

“This is so good” you sighed before looking up and realizing the smirk he had as he stared at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re just-“ his deep eyes devouring you.

“You look beautiful” the sincerity in his voice making you feel as if you were on a cloud when you were both distracted with your father coming out of the house arguing with one of the men. The two men shoving each other making you quickly stand up.

“Oh God” you quickly grabbed your keys until Joel caught your arm pulling you back.

“Stay inside” he went on to walk past you and headed out as you watched nervously from inside.

Joel quickly ran out pulling the drunk man off your father.

“Please just leave” you whispered to yourself referring to the other men. Joel yelled out something that you couldn’t make out while motioning for them to leave. Thankfully they backed away as Joel got your father on his feet, a bloody nose and black eye you could see forming right from where you were.

“You alright?” Joel asked with slight irritation remembering this was the same man who locked you out of the house on a late night.

“Fine, thanks Miller. I’m fine” he pulled himself away stumbling inside as Joel watched him close the door behind him.

Just as he made his way back to his front lawn you came out worriedly.

“Is he ok?” You asked as he gently pushed you back in the house.

“He’s fine, little bruised up but he’ll be fine”

“I should go check” Joel quickly shook his head not approving.

“Joel that’s my father-“

“And what if those men come back, you would’ve been in that house in the middle of a bunch of drunk men fighting had you not stayed here.” A look of defeat from you made him feel slightly guilty.

“I’m sorry baby, I just don’t feel you’re safe there right now” he tried to explain. You nodded in silence walking inside without looking back.

After getting some rest for a few hours you got up early before Tommy would return. Joel was already awake, you found him in the kitchen making breakfast.

“I better get going” your voice making him look up.

“Slow down, honey, I’m making us breakfast”

“Save it for you and Tommy, I don’t wanna risk him seeing me here again.” Joel followed you to the door before gently pulling you back against him. His hands on your waist he didn’t say a word resting his head on yours.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave” he whispered.

“Me neither” you sighed.

“By the way, I’ll pass by the pharmacy and get you some of that mornin’ after pill” his words making you blush.

“Sorry about that” the two of you chuckled.

“I’m on the pill, it’s ok” He kissed you once more before you turned and left back to your house. Joel watched until you got inside, wishing you didn’t have to stay there at all but what else could he do.

Returning home you found glass broken all over the floor, a broken chair and food thrown everywhere. You sighed, after an amazing night reality set in.

Your father must’ve still been sleeping not hearing a sound and so you began cleaning up the mess. As you cleaned you heard Joel’s truck out front knowing he was leaving for work just as Tommy drove in.

Hours later in the evening you heard your father wake up. Making his way down the hall as you stood by the open front door with a bag of garbage, instantly you noticed his bruises.

“Hey, dad-“

“Where were you?” His tone was filled with anger catching you off guard.

“Dad…I was at a friends house-“

“Did you see what they did to me?” He stepped closer pointing at his face.

“Where the hell were you?!”

“Dad, I stayed over a friends house I didn’t want to be here with all those drunk men and-“

“So this is your fault” he continued, his accusation causing you to shake your head with confusion as he stepped closer.

“This is all your fault!” He yelled loudly, Tommy who was throwing out the garbage looked up at the sound of your fathers voice.

“How the hell is it my fault?! Those are your friends that you insisted on having here!” You yelled back when an unexpected hard smack to your face made you stumble.

“Shit” Tommy whispered to himself. In shock you stood not saying a word before your father marched off outside slamming the door behind him, eager for another night of drinking.

Once the door closed you slowly moved your hair out of your face. Never had your father lay a finger on you, feelings of betrayal and hurt taking over.

Tommy watched as your father walked off unsure if he should check on you. Being that he never spoke to you that way he felt he was better off minding his business, besides, he knew you weren’t aware he saw anything.

A few hours later Joel was home with dinner for Tommy and Sarah. The day passed and he couldn’t stop thinking about the night he had with you, wanting you the more he thought of you.

“You’re in a good mood today” Tommy chuckled opening the box of pizza.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Joel shrugged before taking a quick bite of a slice.

“Better than that asshole next door seemed today. Giving that friend of yours a hard time” Joel immediately took interest in what Tommy was speaking of.

“What do ya mean, what happened?” He leaned back on the counter crossing his arms.

“The girls dad, they were arguing..he ended up-“ Tommy motioned a smack to the face so Sarah wouldn’t hear what was being spoken of.

“He hit her?” Joel blurt out, his expression instantly changing with what he was told.

“Where is he now? Why didn’t you call me?”

Tommy confused with how invested Joel was, with how angry Joel became.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asked confused.

“Not now honey, go to your room. Uncle Tommy and I are talking” Sarah looked at her uncle who gave her a nod before she quickly did as she was told.

“Joel I didn’t know I was suppose to call you, and he left after that. I haven’t seen him return since” Joel didn’t respond quickly patting his pockets for his phone until he found it and giving you a call.

Laying in bed with your door locked you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing.

Thankfully it was Joel.

“Hello?” you quickly sat up relieved to hear from him.

“You alright?” Joel turned his back to Tommy.

“Y-yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” You responded confused, you didn’t understand why he sounded so concerned. No one had seen what happened earlier…not that you realized. Joel stood silent realizing you weren’t going to tell him about what happened. Realizing that protecting you was going to be something much harder than he expected…but he wasn’t giving up on it…

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[wheresarizona]

but now I’m your daisy

summary: It’s a random Thursday in the middle of spring, and Joel has a surprise for you—a surprise that’s an hour away from Jackson on horseback, that he insists on blindfolding you for.

pairing: Joel Miller/gn!reader (reader has smaller hands than Joel)

rating: T (No y/n, AGE GAP (unspecified, reader is an adult), Grumpy Joel Miller, a lil Possessive Joel Miller, FLUFF, it’s so fluffy, established relationship, kissing, purposely annoying Joel until he snaps at you, Joel being secretly romantic, MARRIAGE PROPOSAL (it’s so cute), cussing, did I mention fluff? Joel being so in love, Joel being the best dad to Ellie)

word count: 2.5k+

a/n: This can be read as a standalone or in the same universe as ‘but I would die for you in secret.’ An anon requested a ‘fluffy cute fic with an age gap (No smut)’ for Joel, and this extremely cute idea came to me that I wrote in one night. Shoutout to @littlemisspascal who loved the snippets I sent her, and thank you to the love of my life, @juletheghoul for betaing!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

but I would die for you in secret - Masterlist

“Are we there yet?” you ask for the thirteenth time in the span of an hour.

It’s the perfect spring day with the temperature outside not too hot and not too cold, the air feeling a little crisp when it fills your nose. The sun’s warmth is hitting your back, and you’re sure that if you could see the sky, it’d be a beautiful, clear, cerulean blue—you can’t see, though, not with the bandana over your eyes as you sit astride a horse, Joel on his own next to you holding his reins and yours to lead you.

His sigh is long and loud, and you can picture perfectly without having to look at his annoyed expression.

“No,” he growls. “The same damn answer as the last dozen or so times you asked.”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me—you haven’t spent an hour literally in the dark with no idea where the hell you’re going.”

“And I’ve told you it’s a surprise,” he rumbles.

“Well, are we close to this surprise?”

He sighs again, and you just know he’s got the fingers of his free hand pressed to his brow. “I swear, you’re just as bad as Ellie—neither of you seems to understand what a fuckin’ surprise is.” He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “Now,” he says calmly, “I don’t know why you’re purposely pushin’ my buttons—”

“You ate the last of the ice cream last night,” you interrupt. “The ice cream I worked hard to make that I was excited to eat as a late-night snack.”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me—how many times do I have to apologize? I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were savin’ it, and had I known, I wouldn’t have eaten it. Will you please forgive me?”

“Did I annoy you enough that the thought crossed your mind to take us back home?”

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t because you love me so much you’ll put up with my shit?”

“Yes.”

“Then I forgive you. Can I ask a question that has nothing to do with the distance we are from the surprise?”

He lets out a relieved breath, and his tone softens. “Of course, honey.”

Without fail, every time he calls you a sweet endearment, you melt a little, feeling so soft you might turn into a puddle.

You’re smiling. “What made you choose today to surprise me? It’s kinda random that it’s a Thursday, and you didn’t wait for the weekend when we’re usually off.” You taught at the school, and Joel did whatever he was assigned each day; lately, it’s been a lot of patrolling.

“Do you know what today’s date is?”

The question makes you think because you do know the date, and it’s not your, his, or Ellie’s birthday; it’s not a holiday that you’re aware of, either, and frankly, you’re not quite sure what the significance is.

“I do, but what’s so special about it?”

“What were you doin’ last year around this time?”

“Um, what was I doing? Wait, it’s around when I moved to Jackson.”

“That’s right, and who’d you meet a little after you arrived?”

“A lot of people.”

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes in exasperation. “Baby, when did you meet me?”

“Like two, three days after I moved into the house across the street from you.”

“And what happened when we met?”

The memory makes you smirk. “I seduced you—my sexy, way older, single dad neighbor.”

“That’s true—I was gone on you from the moment you batted those pretty eyes at me, and who were you romantically involved with from that day forward?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “You.”

“Was there anyone else?” It’s a harmless question he knows the answer to and is honestly humorous even to be asked.

You snort. “Why would I have wanted to be with anyone else when I had you? No, of course not, and you were very clear that I was yours and only yours, even if nobody else knew for quite some time.”

Your relationship with him was a secret for many months because he didn’t want Ellie to know—he was worried she wouldn’t take it well, but she ended up being completely fine with it and had figured out the two of you were a thing, pretty much from the beginning.

“So, it’s a year from the day you became mine,” he says, “why would I be takin’ you somewhere special?”

The realization slams into so hard you gasp.

“Are we celebrating the anniversary of when we first met?!”

It’s clear in his voice he’s smiling. “We are—I know we did things ass-backward, and I wish I could’ve courted you properly from the beginnin’, but I consider that first time we met as the start of our unconventional relationship.”

Warmth is spreading through your body at how sweet this is.

“Oh my god, Joel—if I could, I’d kiss you right now!”

“Well, you’re in luck, my love, ‘cause we’re finally here.” Your horse comes to a stop, the animal snorting as its front hooves shuffle in place. “You can look.”

You lower the bandana, and your eyes widen at what’s in front of you: it’s a meadow of colorful wildflowers—the lush green grass overshadowed by the yellows, pinks, purples, whites, and blues blooming thickly everywhere, tall pine trees lining the edges, and snow-capped mountains towering high off in the distance.

You’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and it takes your breath away.

There’s movement out of the corner of your eye of Joel getting off his horse, and you’re too focused on taking in all of the scenery, seeing butterflies fluttering around and birds gliding through the air.

“Well?” he asks, and you jolt at his voice coming from the opposite side of where he was initially. “Sorry for spookin’ ya, baby.” He rubs a hand along your jean-covered thigh, and your head tilts down his way. Joel’s eyes look hopeful, and a small smile is on his lips—he’s wearing a red flannel and has a rifle on his back, the light breeze causing some of his gray strands of hair to dance atop his head. “What do you think?” he asks.

Your answer is to get off the horse, Joel’s hands immediately grabbing onto your waist to steady you as you swing your leg over the back of the animal, one foot landing on the ground, then the other—you spin around, throwing your arms around his neck, and crush your lips to his, swallowing his surprised sound. He’s automatically hugging you to him, and you never feel safer than when he holds you, knowing without a doubt he won’t let anything happen to you and will protect you with everything he has; you’d do the same for him and Ellie, the two most important people in your life.

When you break apart, your breaths come out a little heavier, and with the way he’s gazing into your eyes, you can clearly see his love for you shining through.

His hand caresses your cheek. “A good surprise?” he asks.

Your mouth is grinning as you nod. “The best surprise and worth an hour in the dark.” You hold his face as you lean in, placing loud, smacking kisses over his stubbled cheeks, along his jaw, on his chin, and lips. Joel chuckles at your enthusiasm, and you end with a peck to the tip of his nose.

“There’s more,” he says.

Your eyes go big. “What do you mean there’s more?”

“Let me tie up the horses, and I’ll show you.”

He moves away to do as he said, using ropes to tie around each of their two front legs to hobble them and keep them in place, allowing them to graze.

Joel isn’t kidding about there being more: he removes a blanket roll from his saddle that he spreads out on a patch of grass, and from his backpack, he takes out containers with strawberries, apples, cheese, some smoked meat and to drink, a bottle of apple juice made in Jackson.

He sits on the blanket, his long legs out in front of him, the food on one side of him, his rifle, and your shotgun that’d been holstered in a scabbard attached to your saddle within reach on the ground. He makes you giggle as he pulls you down into his lap, sitting sideways across it, his arms wrapping around your middle, while your hands go into the hair at the back of his head, his eyes locked on yours.

Something hard is poking you in the ass. “Is that a flashlight in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” you ask with a wag of your eyebrows.

Joel huffs out an amused breath as he gets his hand under you and pulls his sheathed hunting knife off of his belt, tossing it next to the rifle and shotgun.

“Better?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes.” You kiss his cheek. “Much better—thank you.” You stare at his handsome face and brush his messy bangs off his forehead—Joel grabs your hand, keeping his gaze on yours as he kisses the skin on the inside of your wrist, leaving behind tingles where his lips touch.

“If Ellie knew how secretly romantic you are,” you say, “she’d give you even more shit than she already does.”

His eyes roll, and he holds your smaller hand in his bigger one, pressing it to his heart.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asks.

“Always.”

“She avoids teasin’ me about our relationship and how I am with you—I mean, if she sees us kiss, she’ll pretend to get sick, but that’s just how teenagers are.” He shrugs. “She slips up every once in a while, and that’s expected; I think her tryin’ her best not to shit on my happiness is her sweet way of bein’ supportive.” He’s smiling fondly. “She’s the one who suggested a picnic.”

Your face matches his. “You discussed your secret anniversary plans with her?”

“Yes.” He nods. “'cause Tommy’s idea of celebratin’ was stayin’ in bed all day naked, and it made me wonder for the millionth time why the fuck Maria married his ass.”

You laugh. “And that’s pretty much a regular Saturday for us when Ellie stays at Cat’s—” Her girlfriend’s. “—for the weekend.”

He’s got an arm around your back and lets go of your hand, reaching to pluck a dandelion from the grass at the edge of the blanket.

“Exactly,” he says, “needed to do somethin’ special, and I found this place a few weeks ago while on patrol and knew you’d love it.” His eyes squint a little as his attention turns to what’s in front of him.

“I do, I love it so much.” You look around at the flowers, trees, and mountains. “It’s so beautiful!”

“Yeah, it is.” You face him again, finding his gaze already on you.

He does this often, where when you seek him out—be it at the crowded bar on a Friday night, the busy mess hall at breakfast before work, while you’re cuddled on the couch watching a movie—he’s already looking at you before your eyes land on his. It’s like you’re the only thing that exists, and you find it both lovely and insane that he loves you that much.

The other person who steals his attention is Ellie—she’s his whole world, and that’s how it should be; she’s his kid, and if Joel’s one thing, he’s a fantastic father who loves his children more than anything.

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else, Joel Miller,” you tell him, clutching his shirt with your left hand. “I love you, I love your daughter, I love the life we have, and I’m sorry, but you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life—you’re mine, and I’ll fight anyone or anything that tries to take you from me.”

“Yeah?” He takes your hand from his shirt and presses your palms together between you, making your own look so tiny with how much longer and thicker his fingers are. “Well,” he starts, your eyes closing when he leans in to nudge his nose against yours, “you’ve sure ruined me for anyone else, too, and you’re it for me—I love you, I love that you really do care about my kid, and how you make our lives better,” he rasps softly. “No one else can have you ‘cause you belong to me as I belong to you, so I see this only goin’ one way.”

“And where’s that?” you whisper.

His hand leaves yours for a moment.

“With you marryin’ me,” he says and slips something onto your ring finger—your eyes fly open seeing he’s tied the dandelion stem to make a loop your finger can fit through, the vibrant yellow flower a pretty substitute for a real diamond ring that are hard to find these days; this is Joel doing something how it was done when he was younger because, to him, it’s the right way, even though nowadays engagements are simply a verbal agreement rarely accompanied by jewelry. Or this is Joel just being romantically old-fashioned; you love it when he’s romantically old-fashioned.

Your cheeks are hurting from smiling so big, and tears are brimming in your eyes.

“If you’ll have me, of course,” he adds, and you look at him. “I know I’ve been alive a long fuckin’ time and that you can do better than someone as old as me, but I promise I’ll give you my everythin’ and the best life I can because you’re the one I wanna spend whatever time I have left breathin’ with.” The truth is evident in his chocolate-colored gaze, seeing the glimmer of hope in the dark pools. “As long as it’s somethin’ you’d want. It’s fine if you prefer we keep doin’ things as we have been without you takin’ my last name—I’m lucky enough that you like me.”

“Ask me,” you say.

His eyebrows pull together. “Ask you what…?”

“To marry you—in all the sweet things you said, you didn’t ask the question.”

His cheeks pink up, and he scratches the back of his neck. “That’s fuckin’ embarrassin’. Not much of a proposal if you don’t ask the question—sorry—let me try this again.” He clears his throat and takes your hand, being careful of the dandelion ring, his eyes seeming to get bigger. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately, and he rewards you with a smile big enough for his very seldom-seen dimple to make an appearance.

Then his large palms are cradling your face, and he’s kissing you like he’s just come home after being away for a while, and can’t believe he’s finally feeling your lips against his once more—he’s savoring every second and being so thorough it makes you go dizzy, your skin heating beneath your clothes.

This is one of those unforgettable kisses that will make you swoon each time it comes to mind in the years to come.

And this man asked you to marry him.

Settling down in Jackson was the best decision you’ve ever made.

but I would die for you in secret - Masterlist

Thank you for reading! If you’d like to be tagged in my fics, please fill out the form in my bio, on my masterlist, or just let me know! 

#Pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller/reader #Joel miller/you #joel miller x reader #wheresarizona writes

[keeksandgigz]

hi keeks! just passing by to share some eddie thoughts lolz

lately i’ve been thinking of having eddie be the first guy you give head to so you ask him to talk you through and he does!! (more like tries to) but who can blame him?? he’s trying not to blow his load in seconds while you’re trying to look up at him to see his reaction and make sure he’s liking it (which just turns you on cause he’s just moaning and throwing his head back and you can see him swallowing and and and)

anyway now that i’ve finally built up the courage to send you an ask i might keep sending more so i’m sorry in advance for the spam i might make during christmas break🙏🏻 also i’m sorry if something i said doesn’t make sense, english is not my first language lmao

thank u love!! send me all the asks ur little heart desires i'll have plenty of time to kill during christmas break <3

i honestly have no experience with being talked through my first blowjob lol i just kinda went for it. also this got a lil angsty/ fluffy i sorry.

obviously this is 18+ smut below the cut

"...but what if I like, bite it?" you say, looking up at brown eyes.

You're perched in between Eddie's hairy legs, on your knees in the uncomfortably thin carpet of his room.

Your elbows on his knees, head rested on your arm, looking at him. Fear? Nervousness? A little bit of excitement?

He's a towering mass of smattered curls, eyes shadowed by the bangs hanging low on his lids, covering the black tar pits that his eyes have become.

"You won't bite it, baby. Just keep your lips like this" he tucks his lips under the curve of your teeth, a silly smack of the lips, a quick open- close- like a fish- which makes you laugh.

He's good at this. At making everything seem easy, a lighthearted task. Not like you're giving your first blowjob or anything.

"You still want to do this, right?" he asks, petting your hair, sensing the nervousness vibrating off of you. You nod.

"Alright, sweetheart. Just let me know if you need to stop. Smack me on the leg or something, really hard" he huffs out a laugh. He may seem calm and cool but the truth is that he's literally about to bust.

You, gorgeous thing you, wanting to give him head? He gives himself the grace of five minutes (and that's a lot, still) before he cums all over himself.

So he sits there, dick out at full mast, as you work up the courage to take him into your mouth.

You switch between looking at him, then at his dick, then at him again. A subtle cry for help, as he grabs the back of your neck, cradling your head.

"It's alright, baby. You don't have to take all of it at once. I know it's a lot" he chuckles, helping you inch your head closer towards his pelvis.

You look up at him, and you feel yourself heat up at the sheer cockiness that statement alone had.

"C'mon sweetness. Open up" he whispers, "Baby steps, yeah?" he says, looking at you with the most utter devotion and a little endearment. You look so sweet looking up at him eager to please.

"Yeah" you weakly let out as you open your mouth, letting his tip nudge your tongue. He hisses. He had been waiting for this.

"The lip thing, baby. Like I told you" he says. You follow suit, tucking your lips over your teeth, still looking up at him for a sign, anything to show that what you're doing is right.

"Tongue, sweetheart. Use your tongue, please" he says, voice already strained and clouded by the sheer feeling of you holding his tip in your mouth. Feeling the slow rise and fall and jerks of your tongue under the head of his cock.

You follow his instructions and begin swirling your tongue around his tip, you cringe at yourself for thinking about the comparison your friends told you at school once. Like a popsicle. Oof.

You feel Eddie jerk in front of you. You swell with pride.

"Thaaaat's it, baby. Doin' so good" you shiver at the praise, continuing what you're doing as he takes a sharp breath through his teeth. He's not gonna last five minutes.

After a few seconds more of swirling your tongue, you decide to try what your friends have shown you countless times during sleepovers with a poor banana you didn't end up eating.

You begin to bob your head, taking more of Eddie in your mouth. A loud gasp escapes him as his tip begins to hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Jus' like th-that" his hips stutter, making you take way too much of him int your mouth. Using another tip your friends gave you, you tuck your thumb in your fist, trying to not make yourself gag.

The trick reveals itself to be useless, as you feel bitter bile rise up your throat. Your throat makes a gagging noise, alarming you.

You push Eddie out of your mouth as you sputter and cough at the unfamiliar feeling. Tears begin to prick your eyes from the embarrassment.

"I'm s-sorry" you pant, the feeling of humiliation creeping up your cheeks.

He tucks himself back in his boxers and gets off the bed to quickly kneel in front of you.

"Shit, I'm sorry. baby. Should've been more mindful" he cradles your face, feeling your cheeks growing hot.

"I'm just not good at it" you say, huffing defeatedly, looking anywhere that isn't his sad puppy eyes.

"No, baby. That's just not true" he pouts "Baby steps, remember? Next time we can take it slow" he says, caressing the skin of your cheeks with his thumb. All you do is nod.

"Can you show me your pretty eyes, sweetheart?" you raise your head to finally look at him. He smiles, bright and joyful. "There she is" he whispers, placing a kiss on your nose.

"My friends are a bunch of fuckin' liars, I did the thumb thing to not gag and it didn't work" you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"It's okay, baby, you won't even need that trick once you've done it enough times" he smiles against the crown of your head, giving it a gentle kiss.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fan fiction #keekswrites #stranger things fan fiction #eddie munson blurb

[nanawritesit]

Obey Me! Demon Brothers: How They Would React to Walking in on You Changing (18+, MDNI)

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

TW: Some horny ass demons, making out, groping

A/N: No one requested this but I’ve been seeing a lot of tiktoks doing this trend so I started thinking ab how the boys would react 😂 This isn’t anything too explicit but it’s still suggestive so I marked it as NSFW, but as long as you’re an adult, enjoy!

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Lucifer:

“MC come downstairs, it’s time for breakfa-“ he stopped dead in his tracks, lips slightly parted.

You blushed and covered yourself with the shirt you were holding, to which he chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ah I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were already awake. I’ll knock in the future.” he turned on his heel to leave.

“L-Lucifer?” you asked, stepping forward expectedly.

He looked over his shoulder at you with his hand on the doorknob. “Don’t worry my little human, you’ll get my attention again after school. If you do well on your exam maybe I’ll give you a reward. And if you don’t, well… you’ll have to be punished for getting me so worked up just now. It’s your choice.”

He smirked before motioning for you to walk out behind him. You threw on your uniform quickly and scuttled out after him.

Mammon:

He barged into your room without warning all the time, it never dawned on him that he might walk in on you half naked

He was absolutely frozen, eyes wide and mouth hung agape, not being able to take his eyes off your body.

“Do you need something Mammon?” you asked nonchalantly, unfolding the shirt you were holding.

He shook his head, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “N-no, I just-“ He ran his hand through his hair, looking for the right words to say. Finally he met your eyes, bringing him back to reality. “What are ya doin stripping with your door unlocked? What if one of the other guys came in? You’re lucky it was me who-“

You cut him off with a kiss, curving your body into his. He was surprised at first, but then kissed you back, hands roaming all over your body. He reached behind him and locked your door. “I guess we’re gonna be late for dinner today hm?”

Leviathan:

He immediately squealed and slapped his hands over his eyes, face turning as red as a tomato. “Ah, I’m so sorry! I should’ve knocked!”

He turned around to leave, forgetting that the door was shut behind him. He slammed his body straight into the door and fell to the ground, hands still covering his eyes.

He groaned and rolled over, crawling over to you before bowing flat against the ground. “I invaded your privacy, please forgive me!”

You chuckled as you finished buttoning up your blouse. “Levi honey, I finished getting dressed while you were wallowing.”

He peeked his head up, glossy eyes scanning over your body. He laughed before standing up, brushing himself off awkwardly. He shifted from side to side, desperately trying to downplay the tent that was growing in his pants.

“Well, that’s a relief, I guess I- Ah!” he squealed as you flipped him around and threw him down on your bed, crawling overtop of him.

“You pervert, you think I’m just gonna let this go unpunished?” you asked, inches away from his face. He smirked before kissing you, kind of glad that he had embarrassed himself.

Satan:

He just chuckled and leaned back against the door, putting his hands on his hips.

“Satan! I’m literally half naked!” you cried, throwing a blanket over your body.

“Oh don’t mind me.” he smirked, shaking his hand out in front of him. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You blushed with a dropped jaw, then shook your head and laughed at how ridiculous the situation was. “Okay you cannot just walk in here and-“

“Can’t I?” be challenged, taking slow strides over to you. He stopped only a few inches in front of your face, leaning in dangerously close. “You are my human, after all. Am I not entitled to do with you as I please?”

You stuttered for a second, then caught onto his plan. You smiled at the ground for a moment before looking up at him with dark eyes. “Don’t forget that you’re also my demon. You have to obey my every command, don’t you?”

“Oh I’m looking forward to it, my dear.” he chuckled, snaking his arms up around your waist. His skin was hot, burning with desire as his eyes pierced into you harshly. “Will you give me a command, master?”

Asmodeus:

He didn’t look phased at all, simply shutting the door behind him and entering your room like usual.

“MC what lip gloss should I wear today?” be asked, holding out both products in front of him.

“Asmo, what are you doing, I’m changing in here!” you yelled, desperately trying to cover yourself with the clothing laid out in front of you.

“Stop screaming, I’m trying to ask you a question!” he giggled, flipping his hair out of his face. “You’re the one making this questionable, you naughty little thing.”

“Please, look away so I can get dressed.” you pleaded, squinting your eyes in embarrassment.

“Awh, are you getting shy?” he teased. “There’s no need to be embarrassed MC, I’ve seen much more of you than this before! But I’ll leave you alone.” he chuckled before leaving your room. You were definitely going to get him back for this later.

Beelzebub:

He stopped mid-step, looking at you with a blank expression as the door swung shut behind him. His poker face was strong as his eyes scanned over your body.

“Something wrong Beel?” you smirked, slinging your blouse up over your shoulders and pushing your hair back.

“No not at all,” he chuckled as he finally moved, shifting his weight and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “You’re just…. really hot.”

You giggled before walking over to him, blouse still unbuttoned to reveal your chest. You put your arms up around his neck and looked up at him cheekily. “Well so are you babe. It was quite naughty of you to walk in on me like this though.”

“What are you gonna do about it huh?” he questioned, forehead pressed against yours as he rocked you in his arms. He had on the biggest shit-eating grin as you yanked him down to kiss him, gripping onto his orange locks tightly. He was in for a long night now.

Belphegor:

He was half asleep when he wandered into your room, eyes squinted as he ruffled his hair.

“Belphie, you can’t just-“ you began, but he cut you off by placing his index finger to your lips.

“Lucifer wants you to come downstairs for a meeting.” he grumbled, groggily smacking his lips together before he turned around to leave. You gaped at the back of his head, baffled as he shut the door behind him and left.

It didn’t hit him until he was halfway down the hallway. When he realized that you were half naked just now, a light pink blush sprinkled across his cheeks. He immediately sprinted back to your room, bursting through the door to see you laying out on your bed, still half dressed. You jumped once again at the intrusion, scrambling to cover yourself with your blankets.

“You were changing!” he declared, arms stretched out in front of him in shock. You nodded frantically as if to say ‘um, duh!’ All the expression drained from his face as his eyes scanned over your body. “You’re still changing…”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how dumb your demon was, letting your guard down a bit and throwing the blanket off of you. You held out your arms to him as an invitation.

He smirked before hopping in bed with you, kissing you passionately as his hands raked over your body. “This is one way to wake me up.”

#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me requests #obey me reactions #obey me x mc #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me scenarios #obey me writing #lucifer imagine #mammon headcanon #leviathan x mc #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #mdni #18+ post #obey me fanfic #obey me funny

[scoutswritingcorner]

hi! i’m so sorry if i’ve sent this request before but my tumblr has been pretty glitching lately so i just wanted to make sure you got it >:)

could i request some fluffy angel dust x trans male reader headcanons? how angel would help reader with dysphoria and stuff like that?

thank you in advance if you decide to write this!

Perfect In Everyway!

AngelDust x FTM!Reader

TW: Body Dysmorphia! Nothing else but if you guys need me to tag anything don’t be afraid to DM or shoot me a message!

A/N: God I love this! There aren’t enough FTM Readers with Angel Dust out there! Hope you enjoy! I WENT OFF ON THIS ANON (not me projecting) IM SORRY!!

-🕷️ When Angel died, he didn’t know a lot about what we know today. So when you first started dating, you were really scared to tell him. 

-🩷 You both take the whole relationship slow, he doesn’t truly understand why but he’s happy and willing to do so for you! He might think this is your first time dating in a long time or you just never dated anyone before!

-🕷️ It takes some help from Charlie and Vaggie, who you told first cause surely they didn’t care! They support and love you! Now, like I’m talking, depending on how terrified you are or just how your body reacts to telling him, they’ll go off based on that cause they understand how serious this is!

-🩷So either way, it takes a couple days for Charlie and Vaggie to help build up that confidence! But as soon as you are, they bring Angel into the equation. As soon as he walks in that confidence is immediately crumbling and he’s worried seeing that terrified look in your eyes.

-🕷️ He sits down infront of you and takes your hands with one pair as the other cradle your face to wipe any tears away, “What’s wrong, baby?” 

-🩷 As soon as you tell him? He’s confused but then he gets why you wanted everything to be at a slow pace. He just cradles your face and presses gentle kisses to your tear stained cheeks.

-🕷️ Oh boy, he’s praising you all day if you get dysmorphic! Hugging you from behind and smirking, “Look at my hunky man, he’d beat your ass~” or a simple kiss with, “How ya’ doin, Handsome?~”

-🩷 Want to stay in bed and hide from the world? He’s bringing snacks, water and Fat Nuggets! He makes sure you aren’t wearing your binder either so your chest can properly breathe!

-🕷️ Sweet baby boy right here- he looks up and asks Charlie about more modern slang and what he can do to help! He’s still a little clueless but he’s trying!

-🩷 Even at work, if he sees something that’ll look good on you? He’s texting you a picture and asking if you’d like something more like that. All in all, sweet precious baby boy. Would smooch 30/10.

a/n: To all my trans brother, sisters and siblings! I love you guys and hope you had a great Trans Visibility Day yesterday! 🏳️‍⚧️<3 <3

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #angel dust imagine #angel dust x male reader #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #trans reader #trans ftm

[spid3namy]

Miles morales × F reader with like just in general body issues like shes not curvy with an hourglass figure and she's just insecure thinking he doesn't find her body attractive

(definitely not projecting 🤡)

pairing : e!42/1610 miles x insecure!female reader

summary : you don’t feel pretty, miles decides to help show you just how beautiful you really are to him

contains : fluff, angst, insecurities, projection, kissing, somewhat body worship, they are in their late teens, probably incorrect spanish, cussing

word count : 1352

notes : okay, so like this request was really good fr cus i used to suffer from being really insecure back in the day so this was lowkey me projecting like a LOT. also, there won’t be TOO much detail about the body type just cus like i kinda want it to be inclusive to like everyone. anyways, enjoy the story! <33

Ugly. 

That’s the only thing you thought about when you stared at yourself in the mirror. 

The way your body looked made your stomach churn. The way you felt as though you were nothing was a worrying known feeling that you were pretty much used to by now. 

Shit sucked.

All the girls at school were so damn pretty. Each having beautiful traits on their bodies. Sophomore year of high school was when you noticed just how beautiful everyone but you was.

The guys were all over those girls. The ones with the beautiful long hair. Ones with those pretty eyes. Ones who had hourglass bodies. Ones who.. weren't you. 

It was almost pathetic how obsessed you had been when it came to how the other girls looked. Why couldn’t you look like them?

Why couldn’t your body be curvy?

Why couldn’t you have big boobs?

Why couldn’t you be pretty like the other girls?

Those questions rang through your head as you continued to judge yourself through the mirror. Why were you so fucking unlucky?

“Oye hermosa! You in here?”

You jump when you hear your boyfriend’s voice. He wasn’t supposed to be here until later! You let out a noise and quickly grab a hoodie from inside your dresser, throwing it over your head before you emerge from your bedroom.

“Hey, Miles..”

“Oh there you are, I’ve been calling your name for like 5 minutes now. I was worried you might’ve not been home.”

“Sorry.. I guess, I got distracted” 

Miles gives you a look before he presses a kiss onto your cheek, his arm wrapping around your waist delicately. You could feel your lips curve upwards into a smile from the affection you were given. Even if you were upset, he always knew how to cheer you up. He had always been good at that.

“How’s my beautiful girl doin’?” You try not to grimace when he speaks. 

You’re not beautiful. He’s lying to you. He just wants to make you feel better. You’re actually ugly. He doesn’t love you. He wants someone else. Someone who is better and prettier than you. 

That stupid voice in your head makes you want to scream. Why did it never shut up? Why did it always have to talk? 

But you knew it was true. The voice was just trying to help you. To show you the truth. Well.. the truth you’ve made up in your head anyway. 

“Mama, are you okay?” Miles rubbed a small circle on your waist; the feeling alone caused you to cringe.

“Don’t touch there..”

Miles stared at you in confusion, an eyebrow being raised and his hands moving up from your waist to your face. It was weird to see you being this way. One thing about being as insecure as you were, you never told anyone about it.

You preferred suffering in silence.

Besides, how was anyone really supposed to help with your body issues? With your insecurities? Sure, they can call you pretty all they want but could you really trust them? What if they were lying just to make you feel better? 

It was a never-ending cycle. 

“Mama, are you.. okay? Is somethin’ botherin’ you?”

“Leave it alone, Miles.”

“Y/N.”

“Miles.”

Miles lets out a heavy sigh and rubs his temples in annoyance. You always did this. Pushing things down was so annoying sometimes. Especially when all he wanted to do was help you! But no, you just had to refuse his help. 

He loved you, more than anything in the world, but sometimes you were a little too much for him.

“Y/N, tell me what the problem is. I wanna help you.”

“By doin’ what, Miles? It’s not like you can just magically turn me pretty.”

There it was. Before you even realized it, you had said too much. 

Miles stared at you and furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes scanning over your face before he took a step closer to you. You knew that look. That was the look he gave any boy that dared talk to you. That meant he was about to go off. And you sadly walked right into that. 

“What?”

“Nothin’, Miles. I ain’t even said nothin’.”

“Don’t play this game with me, chica. The fuck did you just say?”

“It’s nothing, just fuckin’ drop it.”

Miles gives you a look and you instantly know how stupid you were for refusing to tell him. You knew you couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t show him just how vulnerable you are. Couldn’t show him just how much you hated the way your body looked. How you didn’t look like other girls. 

He would think you’re pathetic. 

“You smokin’ again?”

“What? No!”

“Mhm. Well, you must be high out of your fuckin’ mind to think that you’re not the most gorgeous woman on this planet. Besides Megan Thee Stallion, of course.”

“Ha ha, you’re so fuckin’ funny.” You roll your eyes at his comment, your voice filled with nothing but sarcasm from his horrible attempt at a joke. Or whatever the hell that shit was.

Miles let out a snort and took a step closer to you, cupping your face and pressing a couple of kisses onto your face. It was like he was attempting to comfort you but it was awkward to do so. At least, that’s the impression you were getting from him. You appreciated the effort but it really wasn’t work out all that well. 

“Come on, jus’ look at you, mama.. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Miles, quit.”

“Shh.”

You pout and squirm around in his grip, moving your gaze away from him. He was so embarrassing sometimes. Miles continued to press kisses onto your face before his hands soon moved down to under your hoodie.

“Miles.”

“Don’t worry, mama.. I ain’t gonna do nothin’.”

“Watch your hands, boy.”

“Yes, ma’am..”

You roll your eyes but otherwise allow his hands to wander around your frame. You let out a gasp from the feeling of his cold hands moving up and down your stomach, stopping just under where your bra sat. He was getting a little too handsy. But you trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn’t do anything. 

“You’re so gorgeous, mama. Especially when you wear those fire ass fits.”

“Mm? Which ones?”

“All of them.”

Your cheeks heat up from his comment; your hand instinctively comes up to push at his chest in embarrassment. He didn’t move away from you though, only got closer. 

You knew he couldn’t make the insecurities go away. But he was doing a hell of a good job taking her mind off the reasons she was insecure in the first place. Sure, she’ll remember them later but that was a problem for when she got there. Right now, she just wanted to focus on him.

His lips and the way they felt on her skin. His fingers touching her body. His voice whispering sweet words to her. Everything caused her brain to just shut down and focus on him. And god, she fucking loved him for that. 

“You’re so pretty, chica.”

You merely hum in response, your shoulders relaxing as he grabs your face. Miles looks into your beautiful e/c eyes and presses a quick kiss onto your lips, only a peck though. 

“Say it, mama.”

“Say what?”

Miles looks at you like the answer to the question was just so damn obvious. And it was but still.

“Say you’re pretty.”

“Miles, I-”

“Say it.”

You let out a deep sigh and stare at him for a while. He looks at you expectedly, his eyes staying locked onto yours. There was seemingly no escape from this. 

You scoff and roll your eyes before you mumble your next sentence, “‘m pretty.”

“Louder.”

“‘M pretty.” You repeat it a little louder than before, loud enough for the both of you to hear it. 

“Good.” Miles smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours. It was sweet; it had always been sweet whenever you two kissed. 

That voice was still in the back of your head but at least it was silenced. For now.

#☆ namy writes #fluff #e42 miles #angst #earth 42 miles angst #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles angst #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x you #earth 1610 miles fluff

[aroacebkgo]

If you're still doin the hazbin requests, maybe CG!Angel with a regressor thats autistic? :O /nf

CG!Angel with Autistic!Regressor!

A/N: Hii! I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to this yet, I’ve been lacking motivation for a WHILE now. :(

I think it would be a little hard for Angel to adjust if you get really easily overstimulated like me. But he’d eventually get the hang of it, and he’d learn to tone it down!

Always asks before he touches you, even if it’s just a small hug or poke. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form. He loves you so much and the last thing he’d wanna do is upset you.

Always makes sure to have any sort of sensory item you may need on hand. Like chewy jewelry, some sort of rattle, etc.

If you like stuffies, he buys you those baby sensory stuffies with a bell inside it and crinkly ears. Idk if you guys know what I’m talking about but I love those things so much.

If you need to be alone, he’s alright with that! He doesn’t mind. He’ll make sure you’re safe first and then leave you alone for however long you need to be alone for. And then afterwards he’ll ask you what happened and if you need anything else.

Fat Nuggets loves you. He snuggles with you all the time. It makes Angel a little jealous.

Sorry thee were so short. I’ve been lacking creativity lately. :(

#age regression #agere #hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #Hazbin hotel Agere #Hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x reader #Hazbin hotel x reader agere #angel dust x reader agere

[buckychristwrites]

About You | Day 9 | j.t.

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: A bit of a filler, but the next one will more than make up for it :)

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The anxiety coursing through you was sending you in quite the downward spiral. 

“Keeley, I’m afraid to touch it.” 

“You’re gonna have to touch it to wear it, babes.”

You stood frozen in your bedroom, air pods in your ears and eyes plastered to the dress bag that was hanging off your closet door. It was almost as if you were afraid that if you moved, it would disappear into thin air.

“I still can’t believe Rebecca did this for me,” You said, shaking your head while continuing to stare. When the dress was delivered early this morning, you were so overwhelmed that you phoned Keeley in an effort to calm down. She was, as you predicted, all too willing to lend a listening ear and some calming words.

“Isn’t she wonderful?” She exclaimed. “I’m so glad that the two of you are becoming friendly.” 

“She still scares the shit out of me, but I’m coming around I think,” You told her. Which was true. You had to hype yourself up for almost ten minutes just to send her a thank you note, and you were relieved when she texted back a simple Of course darling. Keeley’s laugh echoed from the other side of the phone. Glancing at the time, you let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Shit, I’m gonna be late.” 

“Is Jamie walking with you today?” She asked as you quickly pulled your pyjama shorts down. You paused.

“He told you about that?”

This time, it was her who was quiet for a minute. 

“Yeah, he did.” Slowly, you started getting dressed again. You weren’t sure how to feel about Jamie talking about you to others. The urge to ask her what else he had said about you was so strong that you had to tell yourself not to do it. No, you would just let that thought eat at you for the rest of the day.

“Sorry, I gotta run,” Was what you opted to say instead. “If I don’t see you later today, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Absolutely!” Keeley said excitedly. “Bye!” 

You hung up and rushed to get ready. By the time you were running out the door, you were a few minutes behind. The stairs down to the lobby of your building seemed to increase only when you were rushing. When you ran out, you ran face first into Jamie. 

“Woah, Speed Racer,” He exclaimed with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. His hands were on your shoulders as you gathered yourself. “Now who’s the menace to pedestrians?” You scoffed, shaking your head as you pulled the wrinkles out of your shirt.

“Still you, Tartt.” 

“Yet, you assaulted me today, and I was the pedestrian before you were, wasn’t I?” He picked up a carrier with two cups from the little plant ledge next to the front door. He must’ve been waiting and decided to set them down. You were thankful. The feeling of knocking those drinks all over the ground, or worse, all over Jamie, would’ve made you feel just awful. He handed you a cup before turning and starting the walk. Sighing in relief, you took a sip and followed him.

“How’s your face doin’?” He asked you casually. You shrugged.

“I bought bruise cream and I’ve been using it, but I’m not sure if it’s helping or not.” You thought for a second before scrunching your nose. “It’s only pretty painful to rub in.” He looked closely at you, bringing his face only centimetres from yours.

“You still got the makeup on, so can’t tell,” He remarked. You rolled your eyes at him.

“That’s the point, silly.”

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. You watched the cars drive by and lost yourself in thought. You’d never been to a gala before. What did one entail? Obviously drinking, and dancing. Did the press have a designated area? Or were you allowed to mingle with the guests? You hadn’t thought to ask these questions when you were given the pass, too excited to even think straight. 

“Have you ever been to a gala?” You asked Jamie as you stepped into the street to cross. He let out a deep, exasperated sigh as his gaze dropped to the pavement.

“Too many of them,” He said, shaking his head. “If this wasn’t for me own club, I probably wouldn’t go.” A minute passed, and a thought seemed to cross his mind, because he quickly added, “Actually, I’m only goin’ because Keeley would kill me if I didn’t.” 

“Do the press get to roam around?” You asked. “Or is there a designated area we have to stay in?” He hummed in thought.

“I’ve seen it both ways,” He explained. “Sometimes the press stays outside, but Keeley mentioned that they want a lot of publicity, so the journalists are allowed inside.” You nodded enthusiastically.

“I didn’t think to ask questions when I got the pass.” A beat passed, and you sighed. “I don’t know why but I’m so nervous,” You admitted. 

He shook his head before saying, “No need to be nervous. Not like you’ll be treated like any other journalist. Not with us all bein’ mates and all that.” You did take some comfort in that. Taking another sip of his coffee, he hummed again, this time in a way that suggested he had just remembered something important. “Did ya try on your dress yet?” You feverishly shook your head.

“I’m terrified to do it.” Jamie’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Why?”

“What if it doesn’t fit? Or what if I look horrendous in it?” At this, he actually laughed.

“You won’t look horrendous in it,” He assured you. You eyed him.

“Why’s that?”

His cheeks turned bright pink.  

“The team picked that dress as a group,” He reminded you. “We wouldn’t have picked a dress that would make you look bad, would we?” 

He was only half right. The team did help pick, but when it came down to it, there was only one opinion you really took into consideration. Of course, he didn't know that his thoughts held more weight than the others. Not because you had voiced it out loud, at least.

“What are you wearing?” You asked him.

He shrugged before saying, “Just a suit, nothin’ fancy.” 

You imagined him in a suit, holding his tie at mid abdomen with both hands as he posed for the paparazzi. For some reason, he was wearing sunglasses in this daydream. You prayed that he wouldn’t do that, but who was to say?

“Hopefully the weather will be nice for the walk,” You remarked casually. Jamie’s head snapped in your direction.

“Walk?” He asked. “You can’t fuckin’ walk to the Gala.” Your face scrunched up.

“Why not?” You were so caught up in the conversation that you almost stepped out into traffic, but Jamie grabbed your shirt and stopped you before your foot could even hit the street.

“You’ll be all sweaty, then no one will wanna talk to ya,” He said. “Besides, walkin’ around in that dress?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’ll get snatched up.” You laughed as the signal changed to cross.

“Snatched up by who?”

“Whackos who’ll sell ya body for sex or somethin’.” He continued to think. “An ax murderer, maybe. Or just a fuckin’ weirdo who see’s a pretty lady on the street and decides to have a go. London ain’t known for its saints, let me tell ya.” You stared at him in shock.

“Don’t manifest that energy on me!” Laughing, he shook his head before lifting his hands with palms down, as if he was about to tell you a brilliant idea.

“Let me pick you up.”

Your eyebrows flew upward. That was the last thing you expected him to say. You figured he would bully you into getting an Uber. If you were nervous before, you couldn’t describe what it was you felt now.

“You don’t have to do that-”

“We’ve been over this,” He told you. “I don’t have to do anythin’. I offered ‘cos I want to.”

You considered this. It certainly would be nice to not have to walk, and driving was never something you had even thought about. The traffic would be so horrific, you knew that it would be better to either get a ride or walk. 

But riding in with Jamie. Of course, every fibre of your being was screaming to say yes. But how would it look to everyone else if you were seen getting out of his car? The rumour mill would start rolling long before you were able to stop it. Not to mention the paparazzi that would snap pictures of the two of you. If anyone at your work caught wind of it, or worse, your boss, you would be done for, career wise. 

However.

Oh how nice it sounded, to be picked up by Jamie. To have him hold a hand out for you to help you out of the car. To lead you inside with his hand on the small of your back. For everyone to watch as the two of you walked by, arm in arm. To walk over to the-

No!

It was just a daydream. It wouldn’t be like that at all. It would be like Jamie allowing you to ride with him to the Gala, where you would arrive together, then part ways for you to do the journalist thing and he’d go to do the world renowned footballer thing. You would be talking to people because it’s your job to get interviews. He would be talking to people because the people would be dying to talk to him. Things would be the same as always except everyone in the world would be asking who the hell is the rather ordinary girl arriving with the rather extraordinary Jamie Tartt. The fact that you were even allowing yourself to consider it going any other way left you slightly embarrassed. 

“I won’t walk,” You told him in a small voice. “But I think I’ll just drive myself, I think.” The disappointment that you felt at saying that was overwhelming.

For a brief moment, he allowed himself to look downstriken, which almost as quickly turned into satisfaction. 

“As long as you’re not walkin’.”

The arrival to the changing room was uneventful. When you went to your usual spot against the wall, you pulled out your phone instead of the notepad. Things were far enough along that you didn’t feel the need to take notes as often, so you started using this time to sift through what you had and to work on the profile itself. 

“Is everyone decent?” A familiar voice called out, and in walked Keeley Jones. When she removed her hand from over her eyes, she sighed. “A girl can’t get lucky just one time?” They all laughed at her joke as she approached Roy and plopped a kiss to his cheek.

“Just here to give you all a quick reminder of the Gala tomorrow that you are required to attend, thank you,” She announced, shooting a glare at everyone. “It’s black tie with the red carpet starting at 5, and the whole thing going until about 11 or midnight.” She gave a sweet smile. “Everyone is expected to be on their best behaviour and to get as much money as we can for homeless youth, yeah?” 

Everyone cheered, pumping fists into the air and whistling. With Roy’s arm around her shoulders, Keeley followed the coaches into their office.

“Man, I hate talkin’ to people. Especially the media,” Jamie muttered as he tied his shoes.

“Really?” You asked him. “You always do so well with interviews.” He shook his head.

“Everythin’ ya say gets all twisted up, just rather avoid it,” He said. A beat passed before he looked back at you. “Not you, of course. You’re the only journalist I like.”

You replied with your widest smile.

The day went as expected. You took pictures of the players as they practised, trying to get as many as possible so you had a lot to choose from. With the fact that you’re not a professional photographer in mind, it was hard to discern what shot would be good and what would not, but all things considered, you thought you had been doing a pretty decent job.

Jamie walked you home, as normal, and the two of you talked about minute things along the way. You continued your game of asking him very simple questions, and he enthusiastically answered them before asking for your responses as well. 

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Would you go back to college, if given the chance? Or are you normal and enjoy being an adult?”

“What is the most awkward situation you’ve ever found yourself in?”

By the time the building where you lived was in front of you, it felt like the time had gone too quickly, and you wished you had some sort of excuse to invite Jamie inside. He lingered as well, looking around at the trees. 

“I guess I’ll see you at the Gala, then,” He said finally. You nodded, folding your hands in front of you.

“See you then,” You said, giving him a smile and a wave before heading inside. When you happened to turn once more before going up the stairs, you noticed he was still there. Was he closer to the door than you had left him? It seemed like he had taken a few steps forward, but maybe you were imagining things. 

He gave you a wave before turning and disappearing out of sight. You stared out the window at the empty sidewalk for a moment too long before making your way up the stairs towards your flat. 

Upon entry, you mindlessly found your way to the bedroom and resumed your activity of the morning, which was to stare at the dress bag in continued fear and surprise. 

You won’t look horrendous in it.

Jamie’s words echoed through your mind over and over as you stared. You knew you needed to try it on before getting ready the next day. It was the only way you’d wear it. If you waited, you knew yourself well enough to know that you would chicken out of wearing it all together.

Before you could really process what you were doing, you pulled out your phone and went to Jamie’s name. Your thumb hit down on his number to phone him. He answered on the first ring, greeting you by saying your name in a confused voice. From the sound of the wind and a car horn in the background, it was clear he wasn’t even close to being home yet.

“I need you to tell me that I won’t look bad.”

“What?” 

You walked over to the dress bag, slowly unzipping it and staring at the beautiful black fabric that hung off the hanger.

“I just…” You sighed. “I’m going to try it on. I need you to tell me I won’t look terrible in it.”

There wasn’t any hesitation.

“You won’t look bad in it.” His voice was so tender. You put him on speaker before setting the phone on your bed and stripping off your clothes from the day. You pulled at your fingers anxiously.

“What if I do look awful?” You asked him in a whisper. You were fighting every urge in the world to cry, but you were desperately trying to hide that fact from him. “What if I put it on and I look absolutely awful?”

You thought you heard him snort, and you could imagine him shaking his head with the phone to his ear. With nervous hands, you reached for the dress and pulled it down off the door.

“You…” He paused briefly, spiking your anxiety all the higher. “You could never look awful. In anythin’ you wear. Ever.” You froze, staring at the phone on your bed as his words spun around your mind at a million miles a second. The temptation to question the intent behind what he had said killed you, but you said nothing. He was just telling you exactly what you asked to hear, anyway. 

You slipped the dress over your head carefully and pulled it down over your head. When you looked over at the phone, the call was still on, with Jamie patiently waiting on the other side of the line. From what you could tell, it fit rather nicely. You pulled the dress down to rid yourself of all wrinkles and took a deep breath before turning to the mirror to have a look.

A gasp left your mouth.

“That good, yeah?” Jamie’s voice came from behind you.

It fit you just perfectly, hugging your body in all of the right ways. The slit in the skirt made it look classy and scandalous all at the same time. For a few seconds, you kept popping your knee in and out of it with a goofy grin on your face. You couldn’t stop staring at your reflection, turning around to see yourself at every angle, and posing in a few different ways.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this beautiful. This comfortable in your body, in a piece of clothing. It made you feel so much bigger than you were. So alive. You wanted to wake in the morning and fall asleep every night and spend every moment in between in this dress and this dress only.

“It’s stunning, Jamie,” You said, quiet while still loud enough that your phone could catch your words. “I look stunning.” It felt so wrong to say, but it was the truth.

“See, I told ya,” He said. “You gonna send a photo?” You shook your head almost immediately.

“Nope. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow like everyone else.” He sighed sharply.

“Fine,” He said in playful defeat. You pulled the dress off from over your head again before carefully placing it back on the hanger and hanging it back over the closet door. Sitting back on your bed, you took the phone off speaker and brought it to your ear again. Your heart was overflowing, with love for yourself and love in general. A long time passed before you spoke, but Jamie was still there, waiting patiently. From the sound of the quiet on his end, you assumed he had arrived home.

“Thank you, Jamie.”

His voice was soft. “Anytime, love.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fanfic #ted lasso

[josibunn]

stress relief.

hihi! some Danny action bc I just finished intruded and he’s my new babygirl :3 uhh tired working fem reader x Danny, sorta switch Danny, p in v, lovey dovey shit, praise, reader is super tired after work and Danny just wants to him u :( use of momma from danny! comment to be in the tag list and requests are always open!! +18

tl: @cc-luvr @bambi-horror

you drag your feet into your apartment with a sigh, eyes shut and lip pouty. you were exhausted. your office job completely runs over you each day. you kick your shoes off and take off your jacket, not even bothering to put it in the closet and just throwing it on the floor, loosening your tie.

Danny was sprawled out on the couch in some pajama pants and a wife beater, playing with his own hair, eyes glued to the tv before you came in. “hi baby,” he sits up, watching you loosen your tie and undo your hair. “hey,” you sigh heavily, rolling your aching neck around.

“long day?” he watches you drop your keys onto the table. “real long day.” you sigh as you plop onto the couch, laying back. he pulls you into his lap as he leans back onto the arm rest on the couch. “what happened?” he rubs your back as he feels you unbutton your shirt against his chest.

“shelly,” your boss, “just keeps piling work onto me, like i’m the only fuckin’ person there.” you huff, sitting up. “and like, yeah, i’ve been there for a while now, but i’m not the only one in my department who can do the research work. not that fuckin’ hard to load up a fax machine, yknow?” you massage your scalp, eyes rolling back.

“yeah, right,” you hear him say, though you know he’s never even seen a fax machine, so you chuckle. you look back down at him, seeing his eyes fixated on your tits peaking out of your shirt before they’re back up on your eyes.

“what’d you do today baby?” you rub his shoulders, smiling down at him tiredly. “besides my runs to the old folks home..not much. I-I really just cleaned, you’ll see when you get to the room.” you nod along at his words, your hands tucking his hair behind his ears and holding his face.

“you cleaned up? I told you I had it,” you coo, rubbing his cheek and watching them turn a shade of pink. “yeah, but it’s not trouble, I had free time and you work so hard, maybe you should call in tomorrow anyway, you’re always so tired and achy,” he rubs your hips.

you nod, “yeah, you’re right. i’ll try, everyone’s been up my ass lately,” you sigh, throwing your head back at the thought of going in tomorrow. “i’m sorry baby,” he pulls you down for a kiss, hands cupping your ass.

“s’fine, i’m home now.” you smile in the kiss as you lean him back, hands on his chest. you pull away to turn to the tv, “what’re you watching?” “uhm..some documentary about killers in jail with the life sentence.” he wasn’t looking at the tv anymore, he was more focused on your exposed curves as he rubbed your hips, eyes trailing down from your tits to the exposed flesh under your pencil skirt.

“is there anything I can do to help? maybe lighten the load?” he asks, and you giggle. “baby as smart as you are, I don’t think you can do the work I do,” you frown jokingly, looking down at him. you saw his eyes flicker from bellow your waist and back up to you, now feeling his semi hard on under you.

you smile to yourself, how cute. “is there anything I can do right now?” he tilts his head as his hands spread your legs open some more, rubbing you between you fold slowly, testing the waters.

you sigh, your eyes shutting as your head lolls back and your lip find it’s way between your teeth. “jus’ keep doin’ that.” you whisper, leaned over so you head was on his shoulder and your ass a little in the air to give him more access, rocking on his hand a bit.

you moan when you feel like draw circles on your clit, your hand pressing again this chest as you grinded onto him. “s’that good, momma?” he asked softly, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. you nod, swallowing back spit. “so good baby, doin’ so good.” you moan, sitting back up and kissing him, your hand holding the space between his neck and collarbone.

you can feel his boner press against your thigh, rubbing against you slightly as he pulls your skirt higher. you lift up and pull off your shirt, throwing it onto the floor with your skirt. he eyed you attentively, trying not to touch his rock hard cock, even though the tent in his pants were the only thing you could focus on, not bothering to pull of your long, under the knee socks.

you crawl back onto him and capture him in that kiss, your hands all over each other again. you rub his standing length through his pants, feeling bare cock before pulling him out, “no underwear? nasty boy, was waitin’ for me, huh?” you smile in the kiss as he nods.

“wanted you all day, couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you,” he pants, watching you spit in your hand and grab his length, stroking his pretty cock. he hisses and bucks up to your touch, a slight whimper leaving his mouth as he looked up at you dazed, eyes low and blown, cheeks pink.

you tuck his hair behind his ear and kiss him again, your tongue slipping into his mouth, and you hear him moan high as he kissed back. must’ve been really needy today, you thought. you moan into his mouth, feeling him push a finger into you while the other moved your underwear to the side, humming as he already started to pump it into you.

“so wet,” he says, and you stroke his cock unsteadily, trying to multitask but you both were so needy from being pent up all day. he pushes his other finger in and you let out a loud moan, pulling away for air. you squeeze his cock as you moan out and try to calm yourself, not being able to help him while he finger fucks you.

“so good baby, so good to me,” you moan, you both panting into each others mouth as you looked into each others eyes. “all for you, working so hard lately,” he looks at you with love as you pant.

“lemme take care of you, kay? cmere momma,” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up, your boobs against his cheek as he rubs his dick along your soaking pussy, gathering your wetness before he slides in. you let out a desperate, airy moan as he sinks you down onto you, him throwing his head back and sighing heavily, a raspy whine leaving his throat.

“oh dan, danny, baby,” you moan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you lean her cheek on his head, clenching around him as you bottom out, already trying to move on him. he fucks up into you as he thrusts you down onto his dick, nails digging into your hip.

“fuck, ohh I missed you,” he whines, bear hugging you for better leverage, his hand in unclipping your bra swiftly, his mouth finding your nipple quickly. he moans around your skin as you moan into the air loudly, eyes rolled back as you let him manhandle you.

you hold onto him with all your worn out might, “needed this, oh needed it so bad,” you whine, your head jerking uncontrollably over his as he shoves you down on him, hearing the plap plap plap of your wet pussy slam on his cock, him planting his feet on the couch and floor as he fucks up into you.

you moan loudly, feeling his tip pound your cervix, hearing him let out a loud curse as he unlatches from your boob. “that’s it momma, ain’t it? feels good don’t it?” he waits for your confirmation but doesn’t receive it as you feel yourself slip into a ditzy state.

“baby,” he repositions you, seating fully on his lap, only a hand around your waist and one around your throat, making you gasp and let out a choked high moan. “I asked you somethin’. said it feels good, right?” he wheezed your throat as he shoved you down, your hands planted on his chest.

“yes baby, feels so damn good, I love it,” you slur, nodding dumbly as you look downs at him, moans falling of your tongue. “love it so much,” you say and whine, squeezing your eyes shut and your mouth falling open, not even being able to moan because he was just fucking you so so good, holding you up by your neck, the contact making you go wild, he never choked you, seeing as he was usually the subby one, but I guess he wanted it to be you for a change.

“i think i’m gunna cum,” you say shakily, gripping the shirt he had on. you squeeze onto him and he moans out, lashes fluttering as he watched himself disappear into you, your fluids glistening on his cock from by the light of the tv. “yeah?” he breaths, looking up at you, your head thrown back a little and mouth agape, brows furrowed and tears swelling in your closed eyes tiny gasps and whimpers leaving you.

“oh baby, you’re so pretty like this,” he could crumble right there, god he needed to be in charge more if it meant seeing you like this, all shaky and stupid. he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest so you wouldn’t be able to move, lifting his body off the couch before ramming himself into you at a brutal pace, making you choke and moan out loudly, eyes wide and brows raised at the immense amounts of pleasure shooting through you.

you wanted to grab onto him so bad but he had you in a lock, making you whine in between your high moans. “dannyyy,” you sob, “danny m’gonna cum,—gasp—i’m gonna cum! danny!” you balls your fists as you lay your head on his shoulder, your mouth open, feeling that knot in your stomach break, making you let out an loud airy, pornographic moan in his ear as you came on his cock with a vice grip.

“mmm,” he groans, biting his lip, watching the white ring form around his cock, the nasty squelching of your juices making him tip his head back, his eyes closed and his teeth tight against each other, drool pooling in his mouth. “that’s it momma, you hear that? such a good, loud little pussy,” he breaths, mouth open as his breaths get more vocal and raspy, almost sounded like growls.

you were so fucked out that you could barely move or moan, the way he fucked you had you in a trance. he was never like this but best believe it wouldn’t be his last time. you manage to pull your arms out of his grip, holding onto his shoulder that you still lay your head on as he has his way with you, chasing jus own release eagerly.

you could tell he was close, his forearms squeezed your waist harder as his thrusts got more erratic and quick, you could do nothing but sit there and take it, your eyes rolling back and drool pooling down your hand and onto his shoulder a little. “oh yes, yesyesyes, oh it’s so good, so gOod,” he whimpers, voice cracking.

you lazily fuck back onto him and it sends him over his edge, groaning out your name in a loud curse. “fuck! oh fuck baby, fuck i’m g-oh my god, mmm, mm!” he moans high in a hum before fucking his cum into you, slowing down and holding you down as he lays back, mouth open and head thrown back against the arm of the couch, filling you up so well.

you collect yourself and sit up, moving his hands down to your waist as you plant your hands back on his chest and begin to ride him slowly, dragging his orgasm out of him, overstimulating him.

he sucks in a breath and moans, hands gripping your hips again as he meets your eyes, “momma, momma no, no I-I can’t,” he whimpers, but if anything he was pushing you down and guiding you as he keeps cumming in you, gasping and moaning quietly.

“ yeah you can baby, you got it,” you coo, breathing into his mouth before your lips connect, him whimpering and moaning into your mouth. he moans shakily in the kiss as he stops cumming and you pull away, rubbing his face. “you were so good, so fucking good, need to do that more,” you nod with him as you wipe the spit under his lips off. “just wanna make you feel better,” he smiles warmly, eyes tired.

you look under you two as you lift up and slid off him, seeing the pool of cum and sweat under you surrounding his cock, and you giggle a little, you guys got so passionate in such little time.

“wanna get in the shower?” you ask him as he nods, handing you back your underwear.

oooh I loved this one, I wanted to change it up a bit bc as much as I loooove the sub danny fics,that’s all I see! so I wanted to give him a push. I hope u enjoyed!!! mwah mwah mwah

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #x black reader #danny cooper smut #danny cooper #intruders 2015 #danny cooper prompt

[michelle4eve]

Moots <33 

              (No specific order, I love all you guys!)

@aia45

-Newer moot! Hihi :) Who's your bias btw? 

@gimmeurtummy

-I literally love you, I appreciate you comforting me when I was about to cry and you're so kind it hurts 🤭 I hope we continue to talk and be bsfs :]

@lovablewh0re

- I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 😚❣ MY BBY SARANGHEAYO 😡💋

@linosssss

- I dunno yet D: But here, have hearts because I haven’t got anything to say ❣️💕💓

@galaxycatdrawz

-I dunno you much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I just watch your interactions with others (sometimes I interact with you too :O) and I want to get closer with u :)

@milf-ivy

-I'm sorry, I forgot all interactions I have had with you (if i had any), you’re very sweet tho😭 But uhm here's some hearts 💕 💖 💓 ♥ 💗 ❤ 

@sashaelfel

-OMGG I LOVE YOUR ART BROO? LIKE EVERYTHING LOOKS SO GOOD AND I WANT TO EAT IT FROM HOW IT LOOKS. YOU ARE ONE TALENTED MF ❣💕💓

@bluejutdae

-Hii, I didn’t know we were moots?? I hope we can talk? <33

@livelovelaughmiko

-So sweet?? Adorable even?? Like you srsly have stolen my heart.. I smiled like a dumb fool, your lil photo bombs make my day/few days <33 Hehe :] 

@writingforstraykids

-Literally a celebrity so I'm intimidated, and I love your writing 😚 I will binge your series as promised soon 🙏

@got-me-seein-stars

- How are you doin? Thanks for checking up on me and all, I really appreciate it :] Hope you're doing alright! 

@thatonedemigodfromseoul

-You better get me some sushi so I can try it 😤And you(r)e (dog is) cute <33 Also, please stop murdering and/or committing arson 🙏

@binnies-binna-deactivated202403

- … Babes.. One moment you're there and the next you deactivated 😭

@minholing

-MWAH 😚💕💕❣❣ (I can't figure out what to say, so here's hearts ♡♡♡)

@cinnamostar

- Hihihi how are you doing, i remember smth abt this guy from a party? How's that lol, and I love your fake texts :]

@143staytiny

-Literally so fuking sweet Ily <33  your long paragraphs kinda intimidate me..but it's a-ok! Some people write long texts, some short. Alsooo WHERE IS THE PLAYLIST 😭😭 

@zee-143

-No but I actually luv u, might be stalking me though 🧐 and ur headcanons/lil oneshots  stole my heart.. Ngl I didn't know you wrote them, I should pay more attention to the authors.. We're officially besties now whether you like it or not. 😇 And we be matching 🤭

@lixxpix

-Hihihi I'm so sorry I forgot you 😔 I honestly have no idea if we've interacted before.. ilyt 😅💕💕 Mwah mwah 💋❣

@azuna-sz

-Hiii! Newest mootie here :] I hope we get to know each other more. How's your day been so far?

@viviworkshere

-Hi mon cheri, I think I've won the boop war earlier hehe. You're cute and I loved your fic, I like you, take care

@sona1800

-So sweet and very cool 😎 I have no clue what to say so bare with me D:

@crispxxxx

- I feel like you’re stalking me pt.2 🧐 But uhm, I srsly don't know what to say but you seem cool :DD

@atinyniki

-Are you ok bro, don't die. Ilyy 🤭💕 I'm a big fan

@yangbbokari

-Why are you still here lol, sending ❣❣❣💕💕💓💓

@jinnie-ret

-Hehe, hi. I love your writing :DD I like you too :DD

@cheesemonky

-First to adopt me, my momma. If it isn’t obvious enough, I rly like u! And your writing is amazing too, you’re very admirable and I’m 100% sure you’re very pretty

@theoncelerswifearoo

-My first ever moot here! I don’t think I’ve actually talked with you lol 😓 Wayyyy back when I was in my onceler phase (a year ago?), we became moots :)  I don’t even know if you use tumblr anymore tbh…

@skzoologist

-Omg when I first talked to you, I thought I was dreaming or smth.. Like, I love everything about you and you know me now?? 🤯 And now, we talk more 😌 I'm improving with my sleep schedule btw! I don't rly take baths that late anymore 🥳 

@silverstarburst

- I just watch your interactions from afar so I dunno what to say for you 😭 here’s a heart?? <33

@foivestarrsketchez

-I do not remember if we interacted before.. But you seem cool, let's be friends 💜 

@crabrangoongirl25

-I dunno you that much yet I'm so sorry 🙏💕 You seem cool and I'm kinda intimidated 

@lilistayskz

-I don't know you that much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I hope we get to talk more and become closer hehe

@homuncvlus

-I don't know you much yet I'm so sorry 😞💞 But I see you pop up a lot in my feed and activity hehe 💓 

@nyukyujs

-I dunno you much yet 😞 But uhm I like your writing and 💞❣💕

@dwaekkiforpresident

-🧍‍♀️I'm kinda intimidated by you, 😚💕

I'M SORRY IF THESE AREN'T GREAT, I WAS QUITE LITERALLY PANICKING WHILE WRITING THIS BECAUSE WHAT IF ONE OF YOU GUYS GET OFFENDED OR SMTH SO I APOLOGIZE 🙏 I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH 😚💕💋❣💓💗

IF YOU AREN'T HERE PLEASE TELL ME DD: I MUST'VE FORGETTEN ...

#cute moots #i hope you like it and don't hate me #if you aren't my moot and you're here #im sorryyyy #im half asleep #don't come for me #I'm actually scared to post #.. #4evetalks #4everambles #mon chéri

[disasterofastory]

Hi! Do you do requests? If no you can ignore this! If yes,

I was thinking, since I’ve seen you write for Joel miller also, the reader gets into some sort of romantic relationship with Joel. They have some intimate time but she panics and they have to stop, which confuses Joel but it turns out the reader has been s*xually assaulted in the past, which was traumatic for her. The reader thinks Joel will leave her now bc a) she’s a fair amount of heads younger, and b) she panicked when they were intimate. Besides that Joel is not so good at talking about his feelings and stuff. Although he isn’t good at it, he surprises the reader by being sweet and staying with her?

I hope you don’t mind me asking anonymously, I’ve been through something similar and am not comfort with it yet. Anyways, thank you so much in advance if you’d want to write about this ❤️

Breath Joel Miller x Reader Warnings: panic attack, mention of sa, hurt/comfort

Summary: You are not ready for the next step and it's fine.

A/N: I'm sorry you had to go through it. I hope you will find some comfort in my story and thank you for your request. If I wrote something wrong/hurtful or anything similar please tell me and I will correct it. I didn't write anything specific, so it can be before or after the breakout, whatever you want.

You don't notice it at first. Your mind is too busy with Joel surrounding your every sense to see the obvious signs until it's too late.

You fall too fast and too hard.

"J-Joel," you say his name. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper and not nearly enough to make him stop. He is still on top of your, kissing down your neck and the soft curve of your shoulder. His lips are gentle, but it doesn't bring you comfort anymore. Even though he keeps his weight on his arms, he still becomes too heavy to the point you can't breathe. The air gets stuck in your burning lungs with every inhale and exhale. Your palms are warm and sweaty. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt. You want to push him away, but your muscles don't obey your command.

Panic presses against your ribcage.

"Joel!" You gasp. "Please, stop!" The words feel heavy as they roll down your tongue. Your kiss-swollen lips tingle with every syllable you form. Hearing your pleas, the man on you immediately pulls away until he is at your side, watching your trembling form with a mix of frown and confusion. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He asks. He doesn't know what to do. Your whole body shakes, and sweat rolls down your temple. Your gaze is glassy and terrified. "I'm sorry," you choke out. Tears escape your eyes until you feel their salty taste on your lips. "No," he says, sitting up. "Tell me what to do." "I-I don't know," you sniff. "I don't know." "Okay, okay," he breathes out. "Can I hold your hand? Can I touch you, Y/N?" After your nod, Joel intertwines his fingers with yours. Your hold is weak on his hand. "Breath, Y/N," he says. "Close your eyes for me, sweet girl, and breath." Your eyelids fall shut on their own accord. "That's right," he praises. His voice is a soft, warm rumble in the quiet house. "And now breathe in. Keep it in. That's right. Good girl. And out. Do it again for me. Breathe in. Good. You are doin' so well, Y/N. Don't stop. And out." You follow his every word obediently until you relax. Your muscles lose their tension, and the stretching feeling in your chest slowly but surely disappears. You still shake, but you don't care. Joel makes sure your focus is on him and on him only. "You are doing so good, Y/N," he says. "Don't stop, okay? I will go and get you some water. Don't open your eyes and continue breathin', okay? I won't go far. I leave the door open so you can hear me, but don't stop breathing, okay? In and out. Good girl."

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

In.

Out.

"Good girl," Joel hums. "How are you feelin'? Can you sit up?" You move slowly and carefully as the world comes back to you. You are still on the bed. Your back is against the wooden headrest. The cover is wrinkled around your legs. Your shirt is on the floor. "Do you want your shirt?" Joel asks when he follows your gaze. "Or do you want one of mine?" "Can I get yours?" You croak. "Of course, love," he says. "But drink it first, okay?" He adds, holding out a glass of water for you. "Thank you," you gasp between two gulps. "Do you want more?" He asks after a few seconds, exchanging the empty glass for a shirt you put on immediately. The soft fabric cocoons you into his familiar, musky scent and warmth. "No," you reply. "Thank you." "Don't thank me, Y/N," he says, putting down the glass and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He is far enough, so you don't feel crowded but not enough to make you feel bad or alone. "Do you need anythin' else?" "No," you shake your head with another deep breath. You feel tired but much better than a few minutes ago. Your chest is light, and you can move your limbs again. You are fine, you remind yourself. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asks carefully, watching your every reaction. "Did I do somethin' wrong?" "No," you shake your head. "Not you." "Then? What happened?" Joel has a guess, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he doesn't want to bring it up if you don't. Whatever you tell him or don't is your choice. "I-" your breath hitches. "Uhm- Something happened… I-" The gears in your head creak and turn as you try to find the right words, but whenever you want to say it out loud, something stops you. The back of your eyes starts to burn, and your throat tightens. Joel moves closer, still watching your reaction. "Can I hold your hand?" Without answering, you reach out for him, holding onto his fingers. "I'm sorry." He frowns. "Why? You have nothing to be sorry for." "But-" You knew when you met the man in front of you that maybe you weren't ready for a relationship with intimacy, but you couldn't help yourself. You wanted his warm brown eyes, soft smile, and everything that came with him. "No buts," he says stubbornly, but you are stubborn too. And your fears are too big not to tell them. "But maybe you would be better with someone else," you tell him. Even the thought of Joel being with someone else breaks your heart, but you want to give him a chance. You don't want him to stay with you because he thinks you are too young and vulnerable. You want him but not his pity. Hearing your words, he scoffs, and the frown deepens between his thick brows. "I don't even want to hear about it, Y/N. Do you understand? I want you. And everything that comes with you." "Are you sure?" You ask, blinking the tears away from your eyes. Silence follows your words, but you know Joel better than misunderstand it. You know he has some trouble with words sometimes, and you don't hurry him. "Can I hold you?" He asks after a while, and when you nod, he crawls up next to you until he can curl his arm around your shoulders, and you rest your head on his chest. His scent fills your nostrils, and his heartbeat under your ear helps to keep your calm. "You have the reins, okay?" He asks after a while. "You dictate the pace. If you want to tell me somethin', I'm here, and if I do somethin' you don't like, you tell me, and I stop, okay?" "Thank you," you tell him, sliding your arm around his middle to hug him tighter. "Don't thank me, Y/N," he murmurs. His breath fans over the top of your head. "I'm here for you."

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine

[banquetwriter]

Hi! Are you doing requests? If so, could you please do a softdom!Ron x sub!reader? And if at all possible, could he call the reader puppy, or pup? 🥺

୨୧ Puppy days ୨୧

pairing: Ron Weasley♡︎Fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, 

summary: ʚ After late-night quidditch practice, Ron gives his little puppy some love ɞ

words: 880

AN: No I'm not gonna talk about how this request is from APRIL OF 2022. Ahem, deepest apologies anonny <3

⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈ ⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈

Ron was sore and agitated. He stepped out of the boy's locker rooms. “See you later guys!” Dean called back to Harry and Ron. A few more goodbyes were shared, as the captain and seeker of the team left for their common room. “You gonna stay with y/n tonight?” Harry asked, walking up to the fat lady. “Oi, what are you lads doing out this late?” she asked, appalled. “Quidditch," Ron shot back. He was tired and just wanted to go lay down. 

“Oh good lord,’ she mumbled. “Password?” she asked, yawning afterwards. “Mimbulus mimbletonia," Ron sighed. The common room door swung open. “I think so mate. Haven’t been with her much this week with the positions test and all. She’s been studying,” Ron said, plopping down on the couch. Harry nodded. “What about you? I expect you have some very nice words to say to my sister right about now," Ron said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up," Harry jabbed, sitting on the arm of the couch. “She is at a sleepover and besides, I’ve been studying for that test, Ron. I just wanna sleep s-so, fuck off mate,” Harry said, shaking his head, sitting up off the couch, and walking off to his room. 

“It was a fucking joke,” Ron mumbled. He let out a deep sigh, watching the fire crinkle and crack. It was early January and school had just started back up again. Ron would give almost anything to go back to Christmas vacation. Sitting alone in the common room. y/n snuggled on his chest. The fire going. It was a blissful silence. 

But it was time for him to go up to his room. Well, it was technically y/n’s room. She was the prefect that got her room to herself. He sighed. He needed a shower, but he was so exhausted… ‘No, a shower is what I need tonight,’ Ron thought. He entered the room to see his sleeping girlfriend cuddled up in his clothes. She was fast asleep, snoring. He let a small smile spread on his lips. He set his gear down in the corner of the room.

He quietly trailed to the shower. Scrubbing his body and hair thoroughly. He hated to admit it, but y/n’s hair products always made his hair feel amazing. But he always felt bad when she had to buy more of it because it kept running out so often. He got done with the shower, stepping out, drying his hair, and wrapping the towel around his body.

He heard light and slow pitter-pats leading up to the bathroom. He opened the door to see y/n holding one of her stuffies. “Sweetheart, it’s well past your bedtime pup, watcha’ doin’ up?” he asked, walking up to her. Her eyes hovered over his bare chest, water beads dripping down his stomach. She took a deep breath, managing to look at his eyes. “Just heard something, wanna make sure s’ you,” she said, rubbing her eyes. 

“Tsk tsk, puppy,” he murmured, turning her around, his hands clamped down on her shoulders. “Let's get your cute butt back in bed ok?” he joked, pinching her butt. She let out a whimper and swatted his hand away. He let out a small laugh, helping her climb into bed. He finished drying off his body.

He looked over at y/n, who was staring intently at his dick. “Puppy?” he asked, waving his hand slightly, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him with a small smile. “Sorry, Ronnie, got a little distracted,” she mumbled, slowly bucking her hips forward. 

Ron let a shit-eating grin paint his face. “Yeah, puppy? Distracted huh?” he asked, and dropped the towel, climbing on top of the bed. “Well baby, that's a shame, you were being soo good for me too. Now look at you, staying up past bedtime, 'n staring at my dick. Not how proper girls act at all, huh?” he asked. He made his way up to the bed where he had both of his arms over her. 

But she didn’t answer. She just sat there. Her breaths were bigger and deeper. “Oh puppy, let's not be even more of a brat. Just answer me, ok?” he whispered, getting closer to her face. But still, she couldn't answer. “Y/n, answer me,” he said in a low voice. He had positioned himself close to her face, his red hair tickling the side of her face. y/n let out a small giggle as his hair moved along her cheek. “Oh, now you're giggling, huh?” He let his face hover over hers.

“I’m sorry, Ronnie! Just so tired, and I missed you lots this week,” she mumbled, turning over. “That's alright baby. I will let it go tonight, ok?” he mumbled, standing back up, reaching for his boxers. “That sounds alright to me," he heard her mumble, already falling asleep again.

Ron pulled his boxers on, moving the blanket so he could slip under it, lifting the other side for his beloved, who immediately darted to his chest. “I love you too,” he mumbled under his breath, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. “Good night Ronnie," she let out through a whine. “Goodnight pup.”

#ron weasley x reader fluff #ron weasley smut #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n #dom!ron weasley #dom!ron weasley x reader

[girlboybug]

tear you apart

"i want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as i whisper in your ear, i wanna fucking tear you apart."

didn't anyone warn you about the man who lives in the cabin in the woods?

what's playing 🎧: tear you apart by she wants revenge

pairing : joel x reader

word count : 4k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, dubcon, unsafe/unprotected piv, size kink, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, slight bondage with ropes, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cumshots, virginity taking, unspecified age gap (but if you wanna know joel is 50, reader is 21) sir kink, impact play, lots of spanking, light face slapping nothing intense, choking

TRIGGER WARNINGS : dubcon, slight themes of being held hostage kinda, joel is so mean and scary frowny face, unsafe piv, threats of knife usage, overall stranger danger!!!

a/n heyyy party people i’m sorry i’ve been so dead, work has been taking a lot of my time lately :( i miss u all dearly :( pls accept this as a little halloween treat from me to you <3🎃 comments rlly motivate me so if you enjoyed this plz lmk down in the comments!!!

you really should have known better. no one in their right mind would be in the predicament you’re currently in. feebly following behind a burly man, allowing him to lure you into following him deeper into the maze of a forest, all with the promises of shelter and a working phone. 

you hug yourself to soothe the nerves ricocheting like bullets all throughout your body, and he turns his head, glancing down at you from behind his broad shoulder to ensure you’re keeping up. you crane your neck upwards to offer a shy smile. you tell yourself that you were able to see the corner of his lips perk, just a little. 

he says nothing of grandeur when he pushes open the front door of his cabin nestled between a thick brush of trees and bushes, sitting adjacent to an inky black lake illuminated by the full moon. 

he walks in first, looking at you expectantly to close and lock the door behind you, to which you obey immediately. 

the decor is very…texan, a moose head watches your every movement from above his mantle as your heeled feet carry you to his worn in recliner, sitting down in it when he motions for you to. 

he sits down in front of you, his ankle resting on his knee, big hands dwarfing the arm rests, his eyes taking their time to really drink you in. “what were you doin’ out in the woods so late anyhow?” he asks you, the cadence in his voice sounding like a continuous grunt with a twinge of a southern accent. 

ahh, hence the texan decor…

“um,” your voice cracks, and your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. “w-was at a um halloween party but i wasn’t enjoying myself, so i left…stupidly, on my own. and i got lost.” you chuckle nervously, hoping he joins you to ease the tension but he doesn’t. he just continues to stare. 

“some wolf try an’ getcha?” he jokes dryly without the lightheartedness, and your chest tightens at his words. “wh-what?” 

he nods at your costume, eyes lingering on your ruffled skirt a little extra longer before he looks back up at you. you look down, hands shyly smoothing out your red riding hood dress, sighing out of relief to yourself. “oh!” you exhale quietly, shaking your head. “i guess you could say that,” you respond a little quieter, thinking back to a drunken owen trying to get back at abby by attempting to kiss you in front of her. 

“hmm,” a low throatily hum leaves past joel’s shut lips and you tighten your legs with angst. “s-so um can i uhh…use your phone?” you ask, hyper aware of the reason why you’re even in his house to begin with. joel nods, pointing into his kitchen. “s’by the fridge on your left.” 

his eyes follow your ass, barely concealed by the puffy ruffles of your dress, and you feel hot under his stare, wobbly legs trying to move fast towards the phone. when you pick up the landline, you’re greeted with silence instead of a dial tone. your heart sinks impossibly deeper and you turn to look at the man, swallowing hard. 

you turn back to the phone, trying to dial your mom’s number, praying somehow it connects you to her, not caring if you’re met with yelling, as long as you hear her voice, relief will rinse through your body. 

but it doesn’t. and fear takes over instead. “u-um…sir?” you call out, and he turns towards you. “what?” he asks gruffly and you switch your weight back and forth anxiously on either one of your feet. “y-your um…your phone doesn’t seem to be working?” you ask more than you tell and he just turns back around. 

“yeah. does that sometimes,” he disregards your worries and you grow increasingly regretful of letting him convince you he was your best bet at going home. a shaky breath leaves your lips as you clutch the phone tightly. “do you know how to fix it?” you try once more and he answers you without a glance. “nope.” 

you feel like breaking down and crying, gripping the phone before reluctantly putting it back. you inch your way back to the front door, avoiding eye contact. “i’ll just um…i’ll just try and see if i can get service back outside and call an uber or something. thanks for your help,” you hurriedly speak as politely as possible, unlocking his door and opening it. 

you gasp louder than you would have expected, your shoulders jolting upwards with fear when a large hand slams the door shut above you. “that ain’t a good idea.” he mutters, voice falling over the crown of your head and you shut your eyes fearfully. “wh-why not?” you all but whisper, your heart hammering against your ribcage when you hear the locks turn back once more. 

“girl like you shouldn’t be alone out there in the woods. safer in here.” he tells you rather than offering as a suggestion, a sense of finality in his voice. your hand desperately clings to the doorknob before you release yet another opportunity of safety it feels like. 

“what should i do then?” you question stupidly, as if the grown man before you really has your best interest in mind. “you can stay here. it’ll be easier for me to guide you outta these woods come mornin’.” he answers, the last utterances of his sentence ending in a tired sigh. 

you inhale deeply and attempt to exhale the fear buzzing around in your chest. “i really wouldn’t want to impose—“ 

“sit down.” he orders and you jolt at his voice, apprehensively obeying once more. 

he stalks your every step that leads you back into his living room, head inching along in unison with each movement of yours. he wordlessly stands up, eyes peering a cold downcast upon you, his heavy boots making their way towards you like the beginning to a ceremony. 

your chest rises and falls rapidly, feeling like a trapped animal below him. “you usually follow men you’ve never met before into their houses?” he questions you, a low gruff interrogation that escapes into the thick air from the cusp of his breath. 

you shake your head and he purses his lips, raising a brow. “no?” he asks again, mocking you. “no.” you whisper back shakily. 

he doesn’t respond, he leisurely pushes the red hood of yours off of your head and away from your face, allowing him a clearer view of your fear stricken gaze. 

he chuckles quietly, enjoying this game he’s playing with you. he bends down, leaning in close. his scruffy beard tickles your cheek, his strong hooked nose brushing against your ear. “you smell real nice,” he mutters into your hood. 

you close your eyes, trembling at his proximity, ignoring the fluttery feeling bubbling in your lower tummy, attempting to snuff out it’s flame. you refuse to acknowledge how a sick part of you feels a rush of adrenaline from how close this man is to you. 

he stands up straight again, this time a bulge stirring in his tightened levi’s visible before you. he stares at you gawking at it, a sense of pride inflating him. he eyes you for a few more seconds before impatience kicks in and he’s bent down, lifting you up in his arms and picking you up and out of the recliner. you yelp and flail in his hold but he’s got you pinned in his arms, you’re not going anywhere. 

he carries you into his bedroom, kicking the door open and pushing it back shut with the back of his boot. 

he drops you onto his bed and watches you hungrily, watching as you scramble on his bed like a little rabbit he’s just caught. 

you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs splayed straight, trying to cover yourself the best you can. he walks towards you, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide open forcibly, lowering himself down to his knees. you pant under your breath, a heavy sigh leaving past your lips when he ducks his head down lower to underneath his bed, and away from between your thighs. 

he returns to look at you with rope in his hands, and your heart falls deeper into your body than you thought possible. 

“wrists.” you hand them to him, too scared to see what would happen if you refused. he ties a knot around your wrists, letting your paired hands drop into your lap. “f’you really wanna get out of ‘em use your teeth to tug on this little loose end.” he follows his instructions by stepping aside to reveal the exit of his bedroom, crossing his arms over his chest. “you’re free to try an’ test your luck out there, or in here.” he looks down at you, biceps bulged from crossing over his chest, head tilting to the side, trying to read your facial expressions and figure out what option you’ll choose.

you stare at your confinements then flicker your gaze to the door and back at joel. you can’t seem to find something in you that will allow you to leave, despite common sense warning you, nothing feels as tempting as wondering what he’ll do to you.

something like a smirk takes over joel’s face when he realizes you aren’t going anywhere, and a wetness pools in your floral printed panties at the sight. “knew you weren’t goin’ anywhere,” he snickers with a sense of pride, moving closer to you now. he grabs your confined wrists and puts them above your head as he pushes you back into his mattress. he breathes in your scent, sighing to himself when the aroma of your fear mixed with your sweet perfume fills his nose. 

“gonna fuckin’ ruin you…gonna ruin this,” he mutters, cupping your cunt. you gasp and squirm in his grip, whimpering from his touch and from bud words. he slaps your pussy and you whine, trying to shut your thighs. “don’t you fuckin’ move. lemme play with what i caught here,” he grunts, lifting up your little white gingham printed skirt, exhaling when he sees the wet splotch at the front of your panties. 

he looks up at you from under his lashes, a smug expression wordlessly teasing you. 

your cheeks get warm and you opt for staring at the ceiling instead. 

“fuckin pussy achin for a cock huh?” he chuckles, vulgarity in his nature and you whine, not used to feeling so on display and viewed so objectifyingly. and more importantly, not used to liking it. 

he travels back up to take his time ripping open the flimsy corset top of your dress, groaning to himself when he exposes your cute breasts, nipples hardened and ready for his hungry mouth. 

he can’t help himself when he lowers his tongue over them, your little sounds only encouraging him. he bites down on your nipples, and you cry out, unintentionally arching your back into his mouth. he just laughs around your flesh, groping and squeezing you like he owns you. 

and he’d argue that he just about does. 

“haven’t had a cute little thing to play with in awhile, gonna have some real fun with you, girl.” he says from the base of his throat, his lips brushing against your neck. you can’t stay still, all the attention and groping is so unfamiliar, and you’re too riled up to contain yourself, the throb in your clit begs for attention, and all you can do is press your thighs tightly together and try to gain any kind if relief from the seam in your panties. 

he notices and scoffs. “keep your legs open, or i’ll tie ‘em to my bedpost.” he growls in your ear, and your clit pulses at the threat, taking a second to consider the consequences, before ultimately following his instructions. 

he wolf whistles at your pretty cunt concealed behind your panties, hooking his thumbs under them and dragging them down your perfect thighs until they hang from your calves. his cock fucking throbs when he sees your pussy glisten from the pane of moonlight that creeps in from his window. 

he slaps your pussy again, loving how puffy your lips are. your shoulders cave in from the sudden impact, whimpering at his harshness. “got yourself a perfect cunt don’tcha?” he exhales, mostly talking to himself, his palm coming down over his crotch to relieve some of the pressure building. 

“you ever been fucked?” he asks, patting your cheek. you blink a few times, wondering if you should be honest with him. you shake your head an ashamed ‘no’ and he grins for the first time tonight. “well ain’t that a treat for me. gonna break you in nice and good,” he shrugs off his flannel, hurriedly unzipping his levi’s. he fishes himself out from his boxers and your jaw goes slack, chest tightening again. 

his cock is huge, it’s fat and looks threatening. it’s almost a weapon and could probably be classified as one because shit, the stretch is going to hurt. 

he jerks himself off, bringing his tip to your clit. you gasp, your hips circling his cock. “i-i don’t know if that’ll f-fit,” you stammer nervously and he shushes you. “gonna make it fit and you’re gonna take it for me. think of it as a thank you, from you to me for lettin’ you come into my house,” he chides you laugh a sense of entitlement, feeling your body is something he’s owed. your chest heaves with nerves and anticipation as you prepare to pay your debt.

he huffs lowly, bringing two fingers to your dripping sex, his cock twitching when he collects your wetness on the pads of his digits. “dunno why you’re so worried, it’ll go right in, pussy’s basically cryin’ for it,” he grunts, curling a middle finger into your little hole. you gasp, head falling back into his sheets, nails scratching at the rope that holds your wrists together. 

he pumps his wrist in and out, his free hand jerking himself off while he fucks you with his finger. “niiice an’ tight, gonna squeeze my cock jus’ how i like it,” he rubs against a sensitive spot within your cunt, throwing you a bone when his thumb swirls around your aching clit. 

you moan, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows furrowing at the sensation. the bass in your tummy grows into a finely tuned crescendo throughout your limbs and as soon as it builds, it falters once he removes his touch. you whimper disappointedly, but he’s fast to shut your complaints up when he begins to split you in half with his cock, a loud whine replacing any of your needy grumbling. 

you cry out, knees trying to push at his hips but he grips them, forcing them open. “you’re gonna take it f’me little girl,” he growls, working the thick girth of his cock into you. you’re freely crying now, the overwhelming feeling of being so full is something foreign to you, and you’re not sure you can take it, but joel has decided you can and you will. 

he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks into your lips pucker, turning you until your cheek meets his mattress and he’s pushing you into it, inching his hips backward only to go in even deeper than when he started. 

“ooh-hoh-oh, fuck baby,” he groans, fucking into your cunt with no hesitation, your little hole barely able to accommodate him. “tha’s right,” he pants, swallowing hard when he makes you look at him again, your breasts bouncing from each hard thrust he sends you. “takin’ my cock like you’re made for it,” 

you whimper, taking his comment as praise and squeezing him, your poor neglected clit throbbing when he grunts above you. “can feel you in my stomach,” you whine and he laughs, pressing a hand right over the bulge that he creates. “good luck findin’ another man who can do that to ya baby,” he snickers, giving a patronizing kiss to your cheek. 

he grips the fabric of your skirt, using it as leverage to keep you close as he pounds into you, impaling you over and over on his cock, fucking the shape of it deep into you. 

you jerk upwards from each and every pivot he sends you and he’s hypnotized by the way your tits bounce from his movements. he smacks them and grips them tight, pinching your pebbled nipples, loving how you yelp from the slight pain. 

“sir please, t-touch me,” you moan pleadingly and he can’t believe his ears, his cock twitches inside you at your begging and he obliges you, bringing two fingers to your little clit and rubbing hard to match the tempo of his thrusts. 

“got you hooked on my cock, maybe next time you’ll get ‘lost’ again and come lookin for me huh?” he breathes out in your ear, and you nod dumbly, your pussy drooling all over his dick, sucking him in deep. 

his hand finds your throat and pins you down firmly, allowing you little access to air, but the lack of the supply is numbingly good, addictive. your eyes roll back, mouth parting with a soft string of moans. 

he brings his hips down into yours without fail, fucking you with an insatiable stamina, groaning and grunting at how you take his cock, his hand tightening around your throat when you clench around him, growling at the feeling of your soaked pussy all around him. 

“haven’t fucked a virgin in lord knows how long, forgot how goddamn good it feels,” he groans, his hand releasing your throat to toy with the glimmering cross necklace that lays between your breasts. he chuckles when he lets the silver cross fall back onto your chest. “cute.” he teases when he picks up a leg of yours and throws it over his shoulder, shuddering when he slides in even deeper. 

you sob loudly, wailing out his name and babblings of sir please oh god sir please please, at the deep intrusion. “go on ahead and cry all you want little red, no one can hear you out here,” he mocks, rubbing your clit to watch you cry harder. 

he pulls out and flips you on your tummy with haste, way too eager to be back inside of you. he readjusts you until you’re now at the foot of his bed, hips perfectly propped up on his bed frame, allowing him an easier access into your little cunt. 

he spreads open your ass, pushing his cock back into you, his thumb ghosting over your other little hole, enjoying the way you squirm around, wriggling your hips nervously at his prodding. you turn around to look at him from behind your shoulder, looking up at him with a startled stare. 

he laughs, spitting on it and shaking his head when he slaps your ass, hard. “don’t worry, i’m content with your pussy baby,” he says, sending an especially hard thrust as if you needed proof. 

you collapse in his bed, using the hard smooth wood of his bed frame as friction for your clit. 

his hands come down and grip your ass, spanking the full flesh mercilessly, loving your howls of pain from each smack. he’s only satisfied when he sees his handprints begin to form in your abused flesh. and even so, he continues to pair his harsh thrusts with unforgiving smacks that cause your flesh to burn. 

he grabs your throat once more, forcing you closer to his mouth when he whispers in your ear. “whaddya think little red? should i use this,” he pulls out the dagger that was previously hidden within his pocket, the coldness from the blade contrasts against the warm skin of your neck. “to write my name in you? let everyone know who fucking owns you.” he presses the blade enough to make you squirm, but not quite enough to draw blood. 

“n-no sir please don’t,” you pathetically shake your head and he mockingly coos at you. “why shouldn’t i?” he adds and you whine when he shoves his cock in you, hitting that achy spot deep in your cunt. “please don’t,” you moan, your words contradicting your voice, but fear still courses through you at the possibility of joel actually doing it. 

he doesn’t reply, the only thing that responds to you is the sound of his hips slapping against the thick flesh of your ass, his cock pumping in and out of you relentlessly. he drops the knife on the bed in front of you, silently notifying you he won’t mark you with his blade. you expel a small breath of relief when you see it discarded. 

your eyes flutter shut when he pushes you back down into his sheets, hand firmly keeping you in place by the back of your neck. his available hand unties the knot that bound your wrists together, now bending your left arm behind your lower back as he pounds into you. 

a dull ache from the stretch of his cock begins to spread in your cunt but as much as it hurts, it feels just as good. “you better not waste a single drop,” he grunts in your ear, starting to move sporadically behind you, and you can’t even ask what he means, too fucked out and drooling on his bed to truly care. 

it’s when he sends a harsh thrust into you, stilling inside you with a low groan. a warm sensation fills you and your clit tingles at the feeling. “how d’ya think people’ll react if they find out little red let some old man spill his cum in’ta her and got her pregnant?” he whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, shivering when he pulls out and immediately shoves his cum right back into your leaking hole. 

you crane your neck to watch it trickle down your thighs and you whimper, swishing your legs around and feeling it stick together. “there’s so much…” you scoop some of it with your fingers, and his cock doesn’t soften, it flexes upward at the way you look at his cum with watery eyes, long eyelashes slick from crying over his cock. 

“an’ you’re gonna get more, i ain’t finished with you yet,” his voice baritone and borderline hoarse. you look up at him, feeling weak and unsure. “more?” you whisper and he nods, a sick little smile on his lips. “you can take it,” he mutters, kicking off his boots prior to climbing into his bed. he makes himself comfortable, hands behind his head when he motions for you to crawl over to him from the foot of his bed. 

you comply, something about him has installed an inability to not only obey him, but a desire to.

he settles you on his lap, scooting you backward to circle his fat reddened tip over your swollen clit. “bet you wanna cum real bad?” he murmurs, it almost feels patronizing and yet, you eat it up, nodding desperately. “mhm,” you breathily reply, your orgasm that’s been pushed off far too many times building itself up all over again from the way he rubs his tip against your clit. 

“we’ll see if you get to this time,” and with the lack of a promise, he pushes into you once more, feeling prideful when his own cum gushes from your hole, squeezing his cock in a way he could grow addicted to. 

“bounce on it for me.” he instructs, hands tight on your hips. his orders catch you off guard and you sit still, somehow still bashful while speared on his cock. “i-i’ve never…but i don’t know-“ 

“you don’t know how to bounce up and down?” he asks dryly, an eyebrow raised. “i just…” 

“you just, nothin’ i suggest you start movin’ for me now. lemme see those fuckin’ tits of your bounce.” he’s serious, and you’re embarrassed at how the way he speaks to you makes you grip onto his cock harder. he notices it, leaning further into bed and straightening out his hips, intentionally pushing deeper into you, liking the way you shiver and moan at the intrusion. 

you place your hands on his chest, apprehensively moving your hips up and down. the pace is far too slow for joel’s liking, but he enjoys watching you use his cock the way you seem to like it, dragging your tight little cunt all along the long expanse of his dick, no matter how far up or down you move you can’t escape the feeling of being full. 

but joel only has so much patience before it runs out. a hard calloused hand slaps the curve of your ass, whistling for you to speed it up. “pick up the pace, now.” 

you struggle to obey this command, he’s so huge and you’re so sensitive you’re not sure if you can. you’re moving to the best of your abilities and honestly, your struggles are endearing to him. he takes pity on you, bear hugging your waist when he begins to jackhammer into you. 

you cry out, face falling and burying itself in the crook of his neck, letting him continue to use your poor little hole. 

“milk my fuckin’ cock,” he grunts into your chest, his mouth latching onto the flesh again. your clit makes contact with his coarse pubic hair and you’re flushed when you acknowledge how good it feels. 

“s-sir,” you moan in his ear, arms coming around to hang off of his broad shoulders. he kisses your throat, sucking a bruise into it. his hands migrate to your ass, gripping it and slapping it, hoping he leaves you incapable of sitting down correctly tomorrow morning. he wants you to only think of him whenever you try to sit tomorrow, a memory of him fully engraved into every inch of your body. 

his fingers find your clit and you hiccup sob from pleasure, starting to grind down and meet his rough thrusts. “thank you sir thank you thank you,” you chant, tightening your arms around him while you try fucking yourself on his cock. “you better cum right now,” he growls, pinching your clit before continuing his circular motions. your knees clench around his lap, your cunt squeezing his cock while you unravel in his arms. 

you’re panting, feeling like getting air into your lungs is an impossible feat as your orgasm rips through you, shattering through your ribcage, the sensation never fully ending due to joel fucking you through it. 

he continues moving you up and down his cock, playing with your little clit. you fall limp and powerless on his chest, whimpering and crying on top of him from the overwhelming stimulation. “n-no more please it’s too much, s-so much,” you sob and he slaps your ass right where he last hit, holding onto you tighter when you try and get away from the stinging pain. 

“you’re gonna give me one more,” he tells you, no sense of asking anywhere and you hide away in his chest, letting him continue using your gushing hole however he wishes. 

“i don’t think i can,” you slur, eyes starting to fall half shut, your clit burning with painful pleasure from his fingertips. “yes you fucking can,” he grits, rubbing harder and fucking you faster. 

“gonna make me cum again, and you’re going to, too,” he growls, fucking up into you with a force that makes you shake in his chest. 

he pulls out and rubs his tip against your clit, groaning while he forces his eyes to stay open so he can watch the way he paints your tummy and pussy white with his cum. you start taking in heavy breaths, tears welling up in your eyes when you feel your second orgasm ripple through you all over again, prickles of pain mixes with the pleasure that casts over you. 

“o-oh god, oh god,” you hiccup, tears streaming down your cheeks when you slump into him, feeling boneless and faint, twitching and jerking as the effects of your orgasm works it’s way through your body. 

joel guides you off of his lap and lays you beside him, watching you succumb to exhaustion from him using you like a toy, and he smirks to himself, eyeing the cum that decorates your lower stomach and trickles from your thighs. 

“i might just have to keep you for myself,” he whispers to your unconscious body, pulling your red hood back over your head.

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Pastures New

John Marston x F! cowgirl reader

Spoilers: RDR2 chapters 1-3 (just in case) Content: 18+, John is an asshole, angst, possessive, canon typical events / violence, possible unintentional spelling mistakes. Type: third person limited (wc - 1540) / pc: pinterest

Summary: You have not been with the gang for very long. You’re leaving a little earlier than John expected, feeling betrayed by your actions, he snaps at you.

John stood perched up against a tree at the end of the camp path, it had been an uneventful nightshift at Horseshoe Overlook, like every other night that is. A part of him nearly craved a fight, but Dutch was keen on preaching patience, or something like that— maybe he could just doze off for a few minutes, no one would pay any mind, he’s still recovering after all. John was beginning to relax, with the trees gently rustling, the crickets chirping… a horse trotting quietly from camp—

Must be one of the boys going out on a lead, he peaked out from under his hat, pulling his worn body from the trunk. 

“Who’s there?” John’s sharp words sliced into the night, creating a soft “easy,” from an unexpected voice. 

“Whatcha doin’ out this late?” John hollered, his gruff tone softening and showing much more surprise than he first anticipated. 

“Evenin’ Mr. Marston.” Your voice loomed as you wowed her horse in front of him, the stallion's coat shining off his lantern. John’s eyes scanned you from head to toe, with a satchel hung around your frame, and rifle on your back, he ogled at you in unintentional disgust.

“Got a lead?” He finally inquired suspiciously.  

“Not quite—“ you began through a sigh, unsure how to break the news to your short-tempered companion. Shifting his weight from foot to foot in anticipation, your unusual tranquil tone began to make John nervous.

“I’m headin’ out.” You suddenly concluded, words that nearly sounded foreign— words that felt like a rip of a bandage to John. But after all, you were always trying to rile him up. Getting him all flustered was a near hobby at this point. 

John erupted in bitter laughter, his harsh chuckles carrying throughout the thick trees and brush.

“Tell ya what, darlin’— how’abouts I take ya fishin’ tomorrow.” John proposed boldly in the midst of his laughter, taking any chance he could to dig under your skin. A sorry excuse he called payback for the torment he received from you. But to his dismay the comment earned not much of a word from you. Something about John brought out your confliction, your usual straightforward thoughts were mixing with your fondness of the outlaw. 

“There ain’t much ‘ere for me, John.” You spoke lowly, unsure how to properly convey your thoughts to the brickhead. John swallowed dryly, you waited for him to speak, expecting a ‘am I not enough for ya, woman?!’. 

But instead he tried to catch a glimpse of your face in the dark path where you both resided, for some sort of explanation. Knowing the all too familiar look in his bloodshot eyes, along with the small line his lips formed into, his anger overpowered any desire he had to rationalize with you.

“What’er you talkin’ about, girl?” John demanded, his arms crankily gesturing towards you. 

“You know very damn well what I’m talkin’ about.” You snapped immediately, your harsh words hissing towards the stubborn outlaw. 

“It’s over John— your ol’Dutch is gone looney! I pity the damn cocksucker who can’t see that.” You shouted, staring up your nose at him.

John shook his head in frustration, deeming this a match he yearned to not fight sober, it was so damn hard for him not to get upset— especially when it came to you. 

“How ‘bout you sleep on it— I’m afraid I can’t let’cha go on by your lonesome in the middle of the night.” John calmly compromised, but to be fair— he wasn’t asking. 

“Give me a break, Marston— Ms. Adler could just abouts spit on me right now, ‘nd I don’t fancy myself on your bad side— I’ve seen what you’ve done to that there O’Driscoll boy.” Your voice came out with an uncharacteristic shake, nearly resembling the whine of a child.

John’s fingers dug into the leather of his belt, his grip tightening with every passing moment as he gnawed at the inside of his lip. 

“C’mere, girl.” John’s brash instructions eventually left his gritted teeth, he did not have the patience nor energy for your silly antics. 

To John’s surprise you hesitantly obeyed, meeting the ground before him with a small plop. 

The space in between you two closed a bit, his body heat radiating off you, turning the aura oddly intimate.   

Yet you could not bring yourself to look at John, his smug eyes burned through you, wondering when he should speak— seeing you this vulnerable was a sight for sore eyes. Maybe he enjoyed it a little too much. Your usual cocky attitude held no chance against him, they were still outlaws after all, and a lot of them at that. Watching you squirm from simply being under his authoritative gaze made his ego violently soar. 

“Hey now, look at me.” He instructed through a breath, you shook your head with a huff of protest. 

“Fuck you, Marston.” The words burned right through him, bringing his power trip to an abrupt halt.   

After quick consideration and no second thoughts, John decided he was not having it—in one swift motion his calloused fingertips met with your jaw, craning your head up to meet his dead-eyed gaze and freshly healed wounds, which only put emphasis on how he towered over you with dominance. 

“Oh, there ya are.” He teased cunningly with a hum, admiring his beat hands on your soft skin, which resembled silk under the blue moon.  

John thought the worse you could do was shoot him point blank, or scream bloody murder to alarm the gang— just to spite him. He reckoned you did not have the gall for either. 

Your frightened doe eyes glistened off the moonlight that broke through the treetops, face remaining unable for him to read. 

“I reckon you behave.” John murmured shortly, the cooed rasp in his voice nearly sounded sickly sweet. He decided to leave you to interpret what the full extent of his words meant. 

He tightened his grip ever so slightly, causing a burning pain to vibrate through his bloody knuckles from an earlier altercation. A part of John hoped he did not hurt you, while another part so desperately wanted to leave a small reminder of who you belonged to— how could you leave him this soon? Right when things were getting back on track.

“If… if you do so much as to speak— I’ll hunt you down my damn self.” John growled through gritted teeth, his words slithering out in a near whisper. 

An empty threat you have summed up to being all talk, but John knew you would not challenge him under these circumstances

You were not surprised by his words, knowing the man would not have taken your departure easily, especially after nearly dying and all. You exhaled gently, face softening under the small illuminance of John’s lantern, now placed at your feet on the forest floor.

John squinted in sudden discomfort, his once gripped hand now resting gently on your cheek, causing regret and shame to wash through him, the subconscious movements just proved how sweet on you he was. 

“‘M sorry, little miss.” John mumbled softly, realization dawning upon him as the guilt began to eat him inside-out. 

Without speaking you hoisted yourself on your tiptoes, placing a gentle kiss on the outlaw’s newly healed cheek. An embarrassing gesture he was just beginning to get used to— who would have thought he would still get loved on with that nasty scar. 

“Jus… just be a good girl, alright?” John murmured huskily, desperately trying to backtrack his prior threats. 

As your lips retreated John’s heart beat increased in anticipation of what you would do. After planting a small kiss on his lips was almost enough for him to ride off into the night with you. 

He broke away, running his beat hands down your shoulders as he thought of what to say. 

“I can’t.” Was all he mumbled to himself, despite your lack of words. 

“But at this rate— maybe.” He chuckled meekly, leaning away from you to prevent any more of your convincing. 

John was so focused on you that he barely noticed the stallion fidgeting anxiously due to the commotion, small snorts and stomps of protest could have nearly been enough to alarm one of the gang joining him on patrol. 

“Whoa, easy now boy.” John hushed, beginning to adjust the saddle and bedroll you lazily threw on in the dark. 

“That scared bastard’ll buck you off at the snap of a twig.” He stated, reaching his hands towards the stallions freshly groomed coat— oh how you desperately tried to get the ol’bastard to tolerate you. 

“Hey now, that bastard is my ticket outta’ere— or perhaps ours.” You defended the poor beast with a shy grin. 

John sighed, finally hearing the suggestion come from you out loud and not just his racing thoughts. The fact that if you would have led with that offer, he might have accepted without second thought. Before John could dig himself out of his trance you mounted up. 

“Farewell John.” You mumbled, fighting the uncertainty in your voice that John so clearly caught on to— he wasn’t the village idiot everyone thought he was, surely. 

“Go on.” You breathed with a small click of your mouth. John watched his greenhorn cowgirl disappear into the night. Evidently the same girl who could barely mount properly weeks ago— the same damn girl who nearly got her insides turned out by the same damn stallion— the same damn girl he would follow around camp in a drunken stupor for one more kiss before bed. 

“fuckin’ idiot.” 

John spat, to himself or you, he could not quite tell. He was not exactly sure what stopped him from racing after you through the warm summer night before losing you for good, or why he wanted to in the first place— maybe it was to laugh in your face when things didn't go your way— maybe it was to prove to you that Dutch’s plan would work— maybe it was to take you for all you’re worth and donate your share to gang, fair and square— or maybe it was for reasons he was conflicted with, thoughts kept quiet he was not sure he could rationalize just yet.  

All he knew was for now, the gang needed him. 

~

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RUNNING INTO HIS EX

⇢ miya osamu, oikawa toru

ʚɞ MIYA Osamu

the two of you are enjoying your Sunday at the local town fair

“are ya having fun?” he asks, glancing down at you, smiling warmly

“mmhm” you reply, mouth stuffed with pretzels

Osamu stops you in his track and uses the sudden halt to wipe off the excess sugar from the corners of your mouth with the napkin in his hand. 

“thanks samu.” you try your best not to blush at the sweet gesture. 

Your tender moment was interrupted by an “omg! Osamu is that you?!”

Osamu could feel goosebumps run across his arms, he could recognize that voice anywhere, it haunted him in his nightmares

With his back to her, he quickly whispers, “ya think we can pretend like I didn’t hear her?”

You steal a quick glance her way, “I don’t think so, babe. She’s waving at me right now.”

Osamu puts on a fake smile and turns around, “oh, hey...”

You feel your throat hitch when her perfume hits you in the face and you involuntarily take a step closer to your boyfriend, hoping his cologne would mask her sickly sweet scent 

“hi Osamu! it’s been too long. How’ve you been?”

Your boyfriend awkwardly looks at you before answering, “I’ve been good.”

Kimi looks at him expectantly

“um...how ya doin’, kimi?”

“I've been good!” She suddenly sighs, “look I've been thinking about you...about us, a lot these days. And now I just happen to run into you. It must be fate!”

Osamu coughs, “no, it’s not. we’ve ran into three people I know already. It’s a pretty popular fair.”

kimi wouldn’t take no for an answer, “well since we’re here anyways, do you want to walk around together? I saw a booth selling all flavors of onigiri.”

Kimi turns to you and smiles, “your sister can come along too!”

You and Osamu look at each other in surprise and look back at Kimi. Her smile seems too genuine to be fake.

“she’s not my sister, kimi. This is my girlfriend, y/n.” he puts an arm around you, pulling you into him 

A deep red covers her face as she sputters an apology to you, “oh oh! I’m so sorry. I had no idea Osamu has a girlfriend now. I'm really sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to hit on your boyfriend.”

You smile, a little flustered at her reaction, “it’s fine, an honest mistake.”

“well...this has been fun to say the least. I’m gonna go now. I hope you guys have a good time.”

The two of you watch as she disappears back into the crowd

“so...”

“so...she seems nice?”

“yeah she’s nice, just a little too enthusiastic and annoying,” Osamu rubs his temple before glancing at you shyly, “thanks for being so cool about running into my ex though...”

You stand on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheeks, “what can I say? I’m just a naturally cool person.”

He turns and catches your lips, “yes, ya most definitely are.”

“y/n? Is that you?” a voice interrupts you and osamu

you groaned internally before whispering to Osamu, “what is this? run-into-our-ex day?”

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru

You settle down in your seat before blowing a kiss to your boyfriend

He catches it and pretends to eat it, a smile spreading across his face as you giggle which soon turns into laughter when you catch iwaizumi glaring at his playful captain 

oikawa mouths a small “oops” to you before flashing you another smile 

About ten minutes into the game a girl sits down next to you

“hey, are they winning so far?”

“yeah, they’re really on top of their game today.”

“oh awesome, I thought I was going to be late.”

You smile at her, “no worries, you made it just in time.”

She extends a hand, “I’m Yuna by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” you notice the empty seats around her, “are you here by yourself too?”

“yeah, my friends aren’t that interested in volleyball.”

you laughed slightly, “same! hey, at least we can watch it together.”

The two of you continue your friendly chatters as the game continued on

At the whistle, your boyfriend lifts up his head to catch your eyes, only to see you talking with Yuna, your brows furrowed.

He rushes upstairs, bracing for the worst: the showdown of the ex-girlfriend versus the current girlfriend

He stops in his tracks when he hears laughter coming from the two of you

Oikawa scratches his head. Where was the catfight? The scratching and hair pulling?

Your eyes widen in surprise at his figure, “Babe! what are you doing up here?”

Yuna’s eyes widen in surprise as well at your words

“wait! the boyfriend you’re talking about is Oikawa?”

“yeah...I thought I mentioned it.”

Yuna laughs out loud, “oh this is so awkward. The ex-boyfriend I’ve been talking to you about is Oikawa.”

The two of you look at each other before laughing

Oikawa stares at the two of you in shock, “what’s going on? you guys know each other?”

“no we just met! but we’re friends now.”

Oikawa shakes his head, unable to comprehend, “isn’t that a little weird?”

Yuna smiles as you explain, “hmm, I guess it would be if Yuna doesn’t have a boyfriend now.”

Your boyfriend visibly relaxes, “oh okay. I’m glad you’re not fighting. I gotta go back to the game.” he gives you a quick kiss before running back downstairs.

“Why would we fight? he’s such an oddball.”

“I agree,” You echo as Oikawa walks back onto the court, this time throwing you a wink before serving.

You smile, “my little oddball.”

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