#i got at least one more set for him in these eps

[t-u-i-t-c]

going to try to catch up on ryugi's sets soon

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Second chances ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Lucifer didn't think he would ever have the chance at love again, but then he met you and got to know you after the destruction of the Hotel.

Pairing : Lucifer x Reader

Word count : 2239 Words

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Warnings ➵ Spoilers for EP 8!!

a/n : I love him sm, he deserves the world, a big hug and a smooch to the cheek

Also legit the first part of this barely has any interactions but eh- idk where I was going with this-

Might make this into a series, idk yet.. Also definitely one of my more boring and bad works sadly..

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Coming back to the hotel from an outing in the city, you were met with chaos. Everyone was running around, Razzle and Dazzle were hanging up a banner reading > Welcome Daddy < what was happening? Ducking your head as Sir Pentious darts past you, before making your way over to Charlie.

"Sweetheart, what's happening?" Laying your hand softly on Charlie's shoulder, her hair flies around as she comes to face you. You were one of the first people to join the hotel back then, having grown close to Charlie over that time, she viewed you as a parent figure, while you viewed her like a daughter. "My dad is coming and everything has to be perfect! He has to be assured he can trust me and help me!" That explained a lot, especially why Charlie was so stressed. Pulling her into a hug now, your hand softly gliding over her head, as you mutter how she should not stress too much and that she is doing amazing. Noticing how her body was relaxing against your own, you were glad to have calmed her down at least a little bit.

After helping the others a bit more, it was finally time. Charlie swept her hands on her jacket, before opening the door. A bright choice sounding, as Lucifer pulls his daughter into a tight hug. Before saying hello to Keekee, Razzle and Dazzle. He was.. different than everyone probably though.

Watching Alastor talk to Lucifer now, they for sure could not stand the other one, this would be fun. Charlie now introduced Vaggie to him, which made you smile a little bit when Lucifer took her into his arms. The rest was quickly introduced before Charlie pulled you beside her. "And this is Y/N, Dad! They really helped me a lot already, of course like anyone else here too!" Fumbling around with her words a bit, you softly lay your hand on Charlie's shoulder. "We know what you mean dear, Charlie is an amazing girl, we are really proud of her." Your eyes were on Charlie, before greeting Lucifer correctly.

It was quiet for a second before a crash could be heard. Oh shit.. For a few minutes, the banter between Alastor and Lucifer continued on, making you sigh as you sat down beside Angel. This way going great huh? Vaggie was also at the end of her nerves right now. As they were seemingly coming to an end finally, the doors slammed open and some short blonde lady walked in as if she owned this place. Being introduced to her soon, you decide to tag along with Charlie and the others to show her dad around.

You were simply following the others, listening to Charlie nervously ramble on, only glancing over your shoulder for a second as Husker stopped Alastor, but you decided to not give it another thought.

Arriving at the balcony, you and Vaggie stand back, as Charlie and her dad talk. But too soon they were interrupted as some debris was thrown into the hotel and shook the whole building. Rushing through the portal, you guys are back in the foyer of the hotel, looking around for an answer. Mimzy the woman from before finally explained what was happening, you rolled your eyes, how amazing. Too busy with making sure you saw everyone safe, you weren't seeing the debris falling your way. Before you knew it you were swept off your feet, as Lucifer saved you from being smashed by the debris, setting you down on your feet again softly, as his wings disappear again.

"You see now Charlie what I mean? Those sinners destroy everything! They fall into your home and destroy it, they aren't grateful for anything!" Talking to Charlie now, as Alastor finally decided to step in and fight off those damned loan sharks, before telling the woman to disappear. Watching Charlie and her dad now, as you were standing beside Alastor, a frown visible on your face. She worked so hard for this, why couldn't he believe in her? Though quickly everything explained itself and both of them seemed to finally makeup, a tear slipping from your eye from how beautiful this moment was.

"All right.. I'll get you that meeting but.. once in heaven you're alone I.. can't come with you." Lucifer told Charlie, before disappearing in a red cloud.

That was now a month ago. Right now everyone was getting ready for that damned extermination. Sadly Charlie's conversation with Heaven didn't do anything, on top of that the tension in the whole group grew, with Vaggie being an old exterminator. But that was all over now, as the whole group decided to have one last drink the night before the big battle. You were talking with Husker, as Angel was with Cherri, Alastor and Niffty looking upon everyone and Charlie with Vaggie nowhere to be seen. And of course, Sir Pentious trying to strike up a conversation with Cherri. You hoped everything would go well tomorrow and that no one would die.

The morning arrived, and everyone was gathered outside to protect the hotel, to protect Charlie's dream. Everyone was ready for this.

Almost everything seemed to go down in a wink, the hotel was in shambles, Alastor was missing - assumingly dead, Sir Pentious gave his life for the group and Adam was killed. Now the rebuild of the hotel was in full swing, everyone was helping, even Cherri who wasn't even a resident of the hotel yet. Lucifer also stayed to help his daughter and somehow convinced her to let him have a room too and stay with the group.

"Have you seen Charlie? Some new shipments came." The blonde was approaching you now, his coat and hat off, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Raising to your feet from where you were kneeling to work on some nails, you swept some sweat from your forehead before turning to Lucifer. "She and Vaggie went to town real quick for some errands, but she told me where to put them, let me show you." Laying the hammer down on one of the many workbenches, you go accept the shipments, before showing Lucifer the way.

You and him had quite a few conversations over the last few days, with you being a parent figure for Charlie and him being her father, you two talked a lot about how well she is doing. What you didn't notice were the fleeting glances the king of hell threw your way every now and then.

"She told me to just put it here." Opening the door to a little cabinet now on the first floor of the hotel in the foyer. This was the first thing finished, right now the works were on the upper rooms. Putting down the box you were carrying on the shelf, Lucifer followed where you put the other box, before thanking you for helping him out. "Soo.. The hotel is coming together rather nicely huh?" Looking over to you with his red eyes now, as you close the door, a bit confused he was striking up a conversation right now. "Yeah, everyone is doing so amazingly, I'm glad we got so much help.. If we don't look at Niffty punching holes in the new floor trying to catch roaches.." At least some things were apparently not changing and stayed the same.

"Say.. when the hotel is finished would you perhaps.. you know.. maybe.. be interested in a date?" Stopping in your tracks now, you blink a few times. Did you just hear correctly? The Lucifer Morningstar, the king of hell just asked you for a date? Turning your head around now, your cheeks slowly become a crimson-red color. Looking at him, he didn't really look different, his cheeks red, as he was sheepishly playing with his sleeves. "You want to go on a date with me?" Raising his eyes to meet yours, he simply nods. "To be honest with you, you caught my eye the day I first came here but.. then all this happened and we never really got to talk and I was worried you would think I'm weird for asking, so I thought I should maybe wait a bit-" He was rambling on, probably from how nervous he was to ask you out. After his ex-wife left him, he didn't really date anyone after that, so it's been a while since he has ever asked someone for a date. "I would love to. Thank you for asking me." Laying your hand softly over his, giving it a soft reassuring squeeze to tell him not to worry too much. Sadly the moment was cut short, when Angel called for you, having someone questions about about paint.

Lucifer's eyes followed you now, the smile on his face not being able to be hidden now, fist-pumping the air happily over how he finally asked you. Charlie came back that moment and looked a little bit more than worried at her father, but overall no new behavior from him.

The hotel was soon finished, Alastor also came back, making at least Charlie relieved that he was still alive, Husker and Lucifer didn't seem so pleased with that fact, but they would get over it.

So now, it was time for your date with Lucifer. Charlie was thrilled when she heard you would be going on a date with her dad, at first you were rather worried about how she would react, but she was happy that her dad was trying to find love again. Making sure your hair was sitting right and your clothes were wrinkle-free, when a knock sounded at your door. Taking one last breath, you open it and are met with Lucifer. His hat was gone and he was wearing a white suit, similar to what he normally wore but more suitable for a fancy dinner - as fancy as a dinner in hell can be.

"You look amazing! Oh my! Look at you!" Lucifer was throwing compliments at you left and right, before he caught himself again, straightened his jacket, and then extended his arm for you to take. "Thank you, you also look amazing tonight Lucifer." Taking his arm now, he guides you two to the elevators which take you down to the foyer. Charlie was trying subtly to look at you two, but failing miserably. "Charlie is staring at us and almost crying.." Whispering to Lucifer now, he just nods, making sure to throw Vaggie a begging look to take care of Charlie, as you two leave the hotel. He decided to take you to the more finer side of Pentagram City, where rather expensive shops and restaurants were and which were less bloody.

"Here we are! It's the finest one I know around here!" Leading you inside, it was a big place. The restaurant had a fountain in the middle and had many plants all around the wide place. Marble floors, stone walls were adorned with gold elements and gold was seen all throughout the place. This was definitely an expensive place by the looks of it. A waiter leading you to a table no, you were sure was the best one in the whole restaurant. It was by a wide window, having a good look down the city, in the distance you could even see the hotel slightly, especially the big sign reading Hazbin Hotel.

"This place is beautiful but.. it looks rather expensive, are you sure this is okay?" Of course you knew who Lucifer was and he could basically afford anything in this whole city and do anything he wanted, you just wanted to make sure. Assuring you now that you shall not worry about something like that. Ordering food and enjoying the meal together, it was a nice evening. Everything goes by smoothly and you and Lucifer finally get around to know each other better. Sadly the dinner was over too quickly, Lucifer leading you back to the hotel now, while telling you a story from Charlie's childhood, which made you giggle. He truly was a gentleman and had a pure heart, he cared so much about Charlie.

"So.. would you.. repeat this another time? I mean only if you also enjoyed it! I of course did enjoy it! I mean you're amazing and-" Standing in front of your room now, you silence him with a soft kiss to the cheek, before looking at him softly fixing his suit. "I would love to Luci, I enjoyed this evening with you alot." Raising your eyes again to meet his, you can't help but let out a giggle at his expression. Eyes blown wide, mouth open and cheeks blazing red. "Great! Yeah! Woah! Me too! Especially the food, poah that was amazing! And the place was really worth it! Was it to your liking? I really hope so because-" Pulling him down by his suit now, your lips softly meeting his, eyes closed, before seperating again as you look at him. "Sorry.. You were rambling so nervously.. Please don't worry, I mean it when I say loved tonight.. Now sleep well Luci." Planting another kiss to his cheek, you enter your room, closing the door behind yourself.

You can help but smile at his little giggles as he skips down the hallway to his own room now. He was something, but you were looking forward to more dates that would follow this one.

[thedensworld]

Two Selfish and Perfectionist | l. jh

Pairing: producer Jihoon x singer songwriter reader

Genre: established relationship

Type: fluff, smut (make out, fingering, mdni!)

Word Count: 3k

Summary: sometimes you just want to be a perfectionist, but a perfectionist would lead to selfishness. But you're not alone here.

It was late afternoon, the golden hues of the setting sun barely reaching into Jihoon's studio through the thick blinds. The air smelled faintly of coffee and lingering traces of his cologne, mixing with the ever-present scent of worn-out leather from the studio couch. His speakers played an old blues track, the slow strumming of the guitar blending into the hum of his computer as he scrolled through files, eyes scanning the screen with practiced ease.

The door creaked open, and Jihoon instinctively turned in his chair. There you were, stepping inside with a playful flourish, striking a pose as if making a grand entrance. He chuckled, his expression softening the moment he saw you. Without hesitation, he got up, his body moving toward you with an ease that spoke of familiarity and longing.

"You didn’t have to bring this," he murmured, taking the bags from your hands with one swift motion. "I told you we could eat outside later." He set them down on the coffee table, his gaze lingering on you this time, drinking in the sight of you after what felt like an endless week of missed moments and rushed goodbyes.

Then, without another word, his arms encircled you, pulling you close into the warmth of his embrace. His grip was firm yet gentle, his chin resting lightly against your hair as he finally exhaled the tension he didn’t even realize he was holding.

"How’s work, baby?" His voice dropped to something softer, more intimate, meant only for you. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along your back. "You’ve been everywhere this whole week… I miss you."

You let out a deep sigh, melting into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. "So tiring…" you murmured, your voice laced with exhaustion.

Jihoon hummed, tightening his hold ever so slightly. "Then just stay here for a bit," he whispered, pressing a light kiss against the crown of your head. "You don’t have to do anything. Just breathe."

You barely had a second to settle into his warmth before the question slipped past your lips.

"Did you listen to the demos I sent you?" You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with expectant eyes.

Jihoon sighed, his hands still resting on your waist as he gave you a pointed look. "Babe, at least eat first before we start talking about work." His tone was firm, but the way his thumb absentmindedly brushed over your side betrayed his fondness.

You couldn’t help but grin, tilting your head at him. "You? Telling me not to work?" A teasing lilt crept into your voice as you poked at his chest. "Jihoon, the same guy who spends fourteen hours in this studio, forgets to eat, and only takes breaks when I physically drag him out of here?"

Jihoon scoffed, stepping back just enough to shoot you a deadpan look. "That’s different."

"Oh, is it?" You crossed your arms, amused. "So, when you do it, it’s dedication, but when I do it, it’s overworking?"

"It’s different because I’m looking out for you," he shot back, grabbing the takeout bag and waving it slightly in front of you. "Now sit. Eat first. Then we can talk about your EP."

You bit your lip to hide your smile, but the warmth in your chest spread like wildfire. Jihoon wasn’t the type to fuss openly, but this—this was his way of taking care of you. And as much as you wanted to press him about the demos, you couldn’t deny that the smell of food was suddenly very tempting.

Jihoon handed you a pair of chopsticks before opening his own container, the scent of warm food filling the small studio. The music from his speakers had shifted to something softer—probably an instrumental track he had been working on earlier.

As you took a bite, he casually said, "Mingyu finally settled on a concept for his solo debut."

You raised a brow, chewing. "Oh? What’s the theme? Gym selfies and puppy eyes?"

Jihoon let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "Close. He wants something sultry, more R&B-influenced. Think Taeyang, but with more groove."

You hummed, considering it. "I can see that. He’s got the stage presence for it."

"Yeah, but he’s making me rewrite half the song because he suddenly wants a different vibe." Jihoon sighed, rubbing his temple. "I swear, one more change, and I’m making him do the writing himself."

You giggled, nudging his foot with yours. "Sounds frustrating, but you’re kind of a perfectionist too. Admit it—you like the challenge."

Jihoon clicked his tongue but didn’t argue, taking a bite of his food instead. "What about you? How was Japan?"

"Busy. Exhausting. But fun," you said, leaning back against the couch. "The fan meeting was huge. They really went all out with the decorations this time. And the fans? So sweet. One of them even wrote a letter saying my music helped them get through a tough time."

Jihoon glanced at you then, something fond flickering in his gaze. "That’s gotta feel nice."

You nodded. "It does. Makes all the stress worth it."

He was quiet for a moment, stirring his food absentmindedly before speaking again. "And your voice? How’s your throat holding up?"

You blinked at him, then smirked. "Why do you sound more worried about my vocal cords than my exhaustion?"

Jihoon rolled his eyes. "Because you’ll sleep eventually, but if you strain your voice, I’ll be the one dealing with your frustration when you can’t hit your notes."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Fair point." Then, after a beat, you added, "But I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all."

Jihoon didn’t look entirely convinced, but he let it slide. "Good. I need you in top shape for this EP."

"See?" You pointed at him. "And you said we wouldn’t talk about work while eating."

He smirked, leaning back against the couch beside you. "I never said that. I said you shouldn’t talk about work while eating. I can do whatever I want."

You groaned, nudging his leg again. "Unbelievable."

Jihoon just chuckled, shaking his head before stealing a piece of food from your container, earning a gasp of protest from you. And just like that, the weight of exhaustion felt a little lighter.

As soon as you finished eating, you wiped your hands, grabbed your phone, and immediately started jotting down notes. Jihoon watched you with a knowing smirk, shaking his head slightly as he leaned back in his chair.

"You couldn't even let yourself digest first?" he teased.

"You say that like you’re not about to spend the next hour dissecting my demos," you shot back without looking up.

Jihoon huffed a laugh and swiveled in his chair to pull up your files. The moment the first track started playing through the speakers, his focus sharpened, his head nodding slightly as he listened. You knew this look—his producer mode had officially switched on.

After the song played through once, he leaned forward, fingers tapping lightly against his desk. "Okay. Overall, the structure is solid. But the pre-chorus needs a little more buildup—you’re coming in strong, but the transition feels too abrupt. Try holding out the last note in the verse a bit longer to let it flow naturally."

You nodded quickly, typing out his notes while replaying the part in your head. Jihoon continued, breaking down the details patiently, his voice steady but firm as he pointed out small but crucial tweaks.

"The harmonies in the bridge? Love them. But they could use a little more layering. Maybe stack another vocal track an octave higher."

"Got it."

"The last chorus is great, but you can push the emotion more—don’t be afraid to go raw with it."

You scribbled that down too, biting your lip in concentration. When he was done, you straightened up, inhaled deeply, and turned your phone screen toward him like a student about to present their homework. "Okay, teacher, here’s my revised plan."

Jihoon chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Let’s see it."

You walked him through each of his suggestions, demonstrating the changes with quick vocal snippets. Jihoon nodded along, occasionally offering minor adjustments, but for the most part, he looked pleased.

"You’re catching on fast," he admitted, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Of course. I have a great mentor," you quipped.

Jihoon snorted but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for a mic and handed it to you. "You can record it here." He pulled a chair closer to the recording setup, gesturing for you to sit.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle in.

"Let’s start with the first verse," Jihoon instructed, his tone soft but assured.

You met his eyes, feeling a wave of comfort in his steady presence. Then, with a small nod, you put on the headphones and let yourself sink into the music.

The hours stretched on, the once playful atmosphere in the studio growing heavier as you pushed yourself through every take. Jihoon sat behind the mixing board, his fingers hovering over the controls, listening intently as you sang and then immediately requested another round, adjusting every little detail that didn’t sit right with you.

At first, he admired it—your dedication, your drive to perfect every note. It was one of the things that had drawn him to you in the first place. He saw so much of himself in the way you worked, in the way you refused to settle. But as time ticked by, he noticed the tension in your shoulders, the way your voice wavered not from emotion but from sheer exhaustion.

He wanted to stop you. His heart ached to tell you to rest, to take a breath, to call it a night. But he also knew you—knew that stopping before you were satisfied would only frustrate you more. So, he let you continue, let you chase the image of perfection you had in your mind.

Until he heard it.

The deep, tired sigh, the quiver in your voice as you tried to hold the note but fell just short. A shaky exhale, and then silence.

Jihoon looked up just in time to see you blinking rapidly, your breath uneven as frustration welled up inside you. The tears pricking at your eyes made his chest tighten.

Without hesitation, he reached forward and pushed the mic away from you, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood.

"Y/n," he murmured, his voice softer now, careful. He crouched in front of you, his hands finding yours, rubbing slow circles over your knuckles.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "I can do it. I just—" Your voice cracked, and you bit your lip, looking away.

Jihoon sighed, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand. "You don’t have to prove anything right now."

"But I—"

"You’re tired, baby," he whispered, squeezing your fingers gently. "You’ve been at this for hours. Even I start making mistakes when I push too hard."

You let out a weak laugh, sniffling. "You never make mistakes."

Jihoon rolled his eyes, leaning in closer, his forehead lightly pressing against yours. "I do. I just don’t let you see them."

That made you smile, if only a little. Jihoon pulled back just enough to look at you properly, his eyes searching yours. "Come on. Let’s take a break. Just for tonight."

You hesitated, your perfectionist heart warring with the exhaustion in your body. But Jihoon’s hands were warm, grounding. His presence, steady as always.

With a deep breath, you finally nodded. "Okay."

Jihoon smiled, standing up and offering his hand. "Good. Now, let’s get out of this studio before we both lose our minds."

And just like that, the weight on your shoulders felt a little lighter.

*

The dim lighting of Jihoon's apartment cast a seductive haze over you, shadows dancing across the walls as you moved together in a feverish rhythm. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, musk, and something uniquely yours – the heady perfume of desire. Music pulsed from hidden speakers, the beat thrumming in time with your racing hearts.

You lips locked passionately as hands roamed greedily over each other's bodies, lost in the heat of desire. He broke away, trailing kisses down your neck as he urged you to stand, leading you to his bedroom.

"I'm gonna worship every inch of you."

His words were like a prelude to sin as he leaned in to claim your lips once more, tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. The world narrowed to the feeling of his hard body pinning you to the wall, the insistent press of his arousal against your hip. He reached down, fingers finding the fastenings of your jeans, tugging them free and shoving the denim down your legs.

As the jeans pooled around your ankles, Jihoon's hands made quick work of your lacy bra, unhooking it and letting the straps slide down your shoulders. His palms cupped your breasts, thumbs circling the hardened peaks as he dipped his head to draw a nipple into his mouth. You gasped at the sudden sensation, fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on one breast while teasing the other with his clever fingers.

"You're so beautiful, baby," Jihoon breathed, gaze burning into yours as he nipped and sucked along your jawline. "I want nothing more than to take care of you right now." His large hands caressed your inner thighs, thumbs brushing over the damp fabric of your panties. "Tell me how much you need me, sweetheart..." He hooked his fingers in the elastic, slowly pulling the lace down her hips.

"Need you," you whispered breathlessly, arching into his touch. "Want you to make me forget everything except how good you feel."

Jihoon's eyes darkened with desire at your needy admission. He licked his lips, his gaze flicking to the apex of your thighs as he revealed more of your heated flesh. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he rasped, pressing a thigh between yours to part them wider.

With each drag of his tongue and scrape of teeth, Jihoon coaxed more of your essence onto his digits, reveling in your flavor as he brought them to his lips for a taste. "Sweet Jesus, you're addictive," he groaned, spreading your juices over his mouth before plunging two fingers back inside your dripping channel. He pumped steadily, curling them to stroke that sensitive bundle of nerves with every thrust.

"I thought you want me to rest, Jihoon.."

Letting out a low chuckle, Jihoon met your eyes with a mischievous glint. "Rest? Baby, this is the ultimate form of relaxation for us," he purred, punctuating his words with a slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers. "Your body is speaking louder than your words, telling me exactly what it craves." Leaning in close, he captured your earlobe between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug.

With a firm grip on your waist, Jihoon spun you around and pinned you against the wall, never breaking his rhythm as his fingers continued their sensual assault. "Come for me, beautiful," he commanded huskily, increasing the pace and depth of his strokes. "Let go, sweetheart. I've got you."

As your orgasm crashed over you, Jihoon gentled his touch, petting your clit with a soothing rhythm until the aftershocks subsided. "That's it, baby, ride it out," he murmured, pressing tender kisses to your neck and shoulder blades. Once you steadied, he carefully extracted his fingers, bringing them to his lips for another intimate taste. "So gorgeous, watching you fall apart for me."

With a gentle caress, Jihoon guided you to the plush bed, helping you settle onto the cool sheets. He lingered beside you, hands roaming over your curves, ensuring you felt cherished and adored. After draping the duvet over your body, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his warmth seeping into your skin. "Rest now, my love," he whispered, voice a low rumble in your ear.

*

The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm haze over Jihoon's bedroom. You stirred, stretching lazily as the sheets pooled around your waist. A deep breath filled your lungs, and for the first time in what felt like days, you actually felt rested.

But as you turned over, expecting to find Jihoon beside you, the bed was empty.

You blinked, still groggy, your fingers brushing over the spot where he should have been. It was still faintly warm, meaning he hadn’t been gone for long.

A second later, the door creaked open, and you glanced up—only to burst into laughter at the sight before you.

Jihoon stood in the doorway, balancing a tray of food in his hands with the most nonchalant expression, as if this was something he did every day. His messy hair stuck up in odd directions, and he was still in the oversized shirt he had slept in, but what made it even funnier was the sheer concentration on his face as he carefully maneuvered the tray.

"Don't laugh," he said immediately, his brows furrowing in fake offense. "This is a serious operation."

You grinned, sitting up. "I just never expected you to bring me breakfast in bed."

Jihoon huffed, walking over and setting the tray on the nightstand. "Well, you overworked yourself last night, so I figured I should do something nice before you start torturing yourself again today."

Your heart swelled at the thought, but you couldn’t resist teasing him. "So you do love me."

He shot you a flat look but didn’t deny it. Instead, he climbed back into bed, sitting beside you as he handed you a plate. "Eat before I change my mind and take it back."

You laughed again but obeyed, taking a bite and humming in delight. "This is actually good."

Jihoon rolled his eyes. "You act like I don’t know how to use a stove."

"Hey, I’ve seen you live off of coffee and takeout for weeks. Can you blame me?"

Jihoon didn’t respond—just gave you a side glance before stealing a bite from your plate, earning a gasp of protest from you.

Jihoon watched you eat slowly, your gaze unfocused as you stared blankly at the wall, lost in thought. He let out a quiet chuckle, reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing lightly against your skin before he pulled away. The morning sunlight spilled through the window, casting a soft glow on your face, making your skin radiant, your brown eyes gleaming like honey in gold.

"You look beautiful…" he murmured, almost absentmindedly, as if the thought had simply slipped out.

You turned to him, blinking, before scoffing lightly. "I don’t even have makeup on, and I just woke up," you said, your voice still laced with sleep. Without thinking much of it, you tossed another piece of sausage into your mouth.

Jihoon smirked, shaking his head. "Exactly. And you’re still this beautiful. Isn’t that cheating?"

You let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes as you chewed. There was a brief pause before you spoke again, your voice a little quieter, more thoughtful.

"Sometimes… sometimes throughout my day, I think to myself," you started, trailing off for a second before meeting his gaze.

Jihoon tilted his head, intrigued. "Yeah?"

You swallowed your bite, a slow smile forming on your lips. "Should I show people this side of you… or should I gatekeep it?"

Jihoon tilted his head, his gaze fixed on you with quiet amusement. "And?" he prompted, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your wrist.

You chewed thoughtfully before swallowing, then smirked. "And I decided… I like being selfish."

His smile widened, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "Oh? You want to gatekeep me, huh?"

You nodded, reaching for another bite. "Mhm. If people knew how soft you actually are—how you bring me breakfast, say sweet things without hesitation, and look at me like this—they’d riot."

Jihoon let out a soft chuckle, leaning in just enough for his shoulder to brush against yours. "So, you’re saying my tough, cold-hearted producer image would be ruined?"

"Completely," you teased, turning to him with a grin. "They’d never take you seriously again."

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "That’s a big risk… but I don’t think I mind." His voice dropped slightly, more sincere now as his fingers laced with yours. "As long as you’re the only one who sees it."

Your breath hitched, caught off guard by how easily he could make you flustered, even after all this time.

You rolled your eyes to cover it up, squeezing his hand. "See? This is exactly why I should keep you all to myself."

Jihoon laughed, leaning over to steal another bite from your plate. "Fine, fine. Just don’t expect me to stop calling you beautiful, whether you like it or not."

You chuckled, shaking your head before nudging his shoulder with yours. "I guess I can live with that."

*

Mingyu groaned the moment he stepped into the studio, his shoulders sagging as his eyes landed on you lounging casually on the couch. You waved at him with a smug grin, your playful smirk only making his expression darker.

Jihoon, sitting at the mixing console, barely looked up as he said, “She’s helping with some directing today.”

Mingyu groaned even louder, dramatically tilting his head back.

"Why? Do you hate me, oppa?" you gasped, clutching your chest as if deeply wounded. Your over-the-top reaction only earned a tired eye roll from Mingyu, while Jihoon bit back a chuckle, clearly entertained by the exchange.

Mingyu exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I came in today expecting a perfectionist." He shot you both a pointed look. "Not two perfectionists."

Jihoon finally looked up, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Without another word, he gestured toward the recording booth.

"Get in there, and let’s see if we can survive this," Jihoon quipped.

Mingyu grumbled under his breath as he made his way to the booth, shooting you one last look of playful exasperation.

You just winked. "Don’t worry, oppa. We’ll only make you redo it a hundred times."

[sanjisleggy]

three hundred sonnets (black leg sanji x reader)

a/n: my first OP x reader fic ever written! :D i’m currently only at the start of the Water 7 arc so this will take place somewhere prior to that :) i hope you enjoy!

big thank you to @chibinasuu for your encouragement in my initial post abt this fic idea! <3 i'm so excited to write more stuff in the future :D

also! i’d really appreciate any requests sent my way :D right now i’ll only write SFW fics/headcanons for Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Shanks, Mihawk, Crocodile & Smoker! but they will all be set early in the series/not during any specific arc since i’m still only at ep 200ish :’D

contents: gn reader, zoro is unintentionally an asshole, major insecurity, injury, miscommunication, angst to fluff, hurt/reverse comfort 

wc: 3k

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“if he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets”

i.

it’s no secret that Zoro isn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the kitchen drawer— or at least that’s what Sanji thinks, especially now as he stands by the sink scrubbing away at the leftover grime on the used dishes; feeling a tightness in his shoulders he just can’t seem to will away.

”hey, cook,” the inebriated swordsman slurred from across the dining table, a shit-eating grin on his reddened face—a familiar sight to everyone on the straw hat crew, especially when times have been smooth sailing. “i heard somethin’ interesting from the last town’s blacksmith the other day and it reminded me of you.” Zoro continued without waiting to be acknowledged.

”if this is something about my eyebrows again, i swear to god i’ll-”

”he said somethin’ like ‘if he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. if he writes her three hundred sonnets, he loves sonnets’ and i just thought-” he paused to let out a quick burp, “-you ever consider you might just love cooking more than you love (Y/N)?”

the muffled, happy chatter of his satisfied crewmates from outside the closed kitchen door does nothing to distract Sanji from what even he himself knows is a turbulent mental spiral. he grits his teeth as his fingers grip the sponge even harder, working away at a particularly stubborn stain that strikes him as the final straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Sanji lets out a choked laugh when it dawns on him how ridiculous all this must seem to an outsider: a grown man on the verge of tears as he washes the dishes, overthinking about an off-handed comment said by an extremely drunk friend that was never supposed to mean anything and yet it seems to have shattered everything he thought he knew about himself and his love for the most important person in his life.

ii. 

you decide to excuse yourself from the post-dinner drink-and-chat session with the rest of the crew after you realise someone in particular has been missing for a strangely long time.

you ignore Zoro’s slurred request for you to bring back more booze, knowing he’ll be passing out any minute now from how much he’s drunk tonight, and head to the kitchen. ready to drag your beloved to bed for a nice cuddling session, you can’t help the smile that graces your face as you swing open the door to Sanji’s domain.

”hey love, are you done cleaning up?” you chirp as you approach his broad back, hands ready to plop down on his shoulders for a light squeeze—just the way you know he likes it. the sink comes into clearer view as you get closer and the sight of a few dozen sudsy but unwashed plates and bowls answers the question for you.

”oh, i, um-” the way the blond man jolts slightly in response to your touch isn’t lost on you but what took you more by surprise is how Sanji rubs his face against his sleeve before finally turning to look at you from over his shoulder. he smiles before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead out of habit. “i got a bit distracted but i’ll be done soon, my love.”

”i can help you-”

”no!” you’re sure the way your eyes widen in surprise at his response is mirrored on his face as you both stare blankly at one another for a second. “no, no. i can handle it,” Sanji continues, quick to press a few apologetic kisses on your face, the rapid pounding of his heart calming slightly when he sees how you lean into his affection, seemingly forgetting his odd outburst from just a second ago. 

“why don’t you just wash up and wait for me in bed, hmm? i’ll be with you before you know it.”

”are you sure? it’ll be quicker if we do it together.” 

oh how his chest aches from how sweetly you look at him, offering him a final chance to take you up on the offer. his reddened and sore fingertips scream for him to say yes, beg him to accept your company not only for their sake but also for his heart’s—

i must prove to you how much i love you.

”it’s quite alright, sweet thing, it’s only the dishes.”

iii.

“it’s just a few thousand berry.”

“it’s only a massage.”

“it’s just mopping the floor.”

“it’s only folding the clothes.”

”it’s a small scratch, nothing to worry your little head about.”

”i can take up your night watch today… nonsense, i insist…”

”…nothing but a sprained ankle, i’ll be fine. all that matters is that you’re okay.”

iv.

”Sanji, love, is something wrong?” your voice shatters the silence that had long since engulfed the two of you sitting alone in the kitchen. the others left to explore the newest island you’ve chanced upon and your beloved’s insistence on watching over Merry all but confirm your suspicion that something, indeed, is not right.

”whatever do you mean?” the chef responds with a slight tilt of his head, his tongue darting out to soothe his dry lips when he catches how worried you look.

please don’t

”well, it’s just that… you know this island’s pretty famous for its produce, right?” you ask before you slowly reach out to grab his hand resting on the table. “are you sure you don’t wanna look around? take a break?”

”a break from what?” he chuckles nervously, shooting you a small smile when he feels your thumb rub against his knuckles.

”it’s just that… you’ve been working really hard this past week, y’know?” you reach out to cup his face with your other hand, a gesture Sanji instinctively welcomes with no hesitation as he nuzzles into the warmth of your palm, his tired eyes fluttering closed for a second.

it’s nothing. nothing at all. as long as it means i can feel this warmth for one day more.

”you should go have some fun with the others, it’s my turn to watch Merry. i’ll be fine for a few hours on my own.” Sanji opens his eyes and is greeted by the familiar sight of your warm smile as you rub the pad of your thumb under his eye, across the dark patch of skin—a result of his insistence on doing your night watches with you alongside his full-time duties as the sole chef of the ship.

turning his head slightly to press his lips against your palm, he shoots you another smile. “i’m not really in the mood to explore, i’d much rather stay here with you.”

because what if you realise how much you don’t need me when i’m gone?

Sanji feels the tightness in his chest loosen up a bit when his honeyed response, spoken in his best imitation of a sane boyfriend with only normal thoughts in his head, seems to work in quelling your concern at least for now.

v. 

oh how you wish you’d pressed further back then, dug deeper even if it made him uncomfortable. if you could miraculously go back in time just once in your life, you’d choose to return to that afternoon in the kitchen when you were alone with him. you would’ve seized the opportunity to pry, to force the hard truth out of your beloved chef even if it meant tears shed and bonds broken; because even a scenario like that would be so much more preferable to the one you’re currently in right now.

the entire crew steers clear of the infirmary for the day. even Chopper only shows up to redress Sanji’s wounds every now and then, leaving once he’s done, unable to stay any longer due to how heavy the air feels inside that one tiny room. the other straw hats rely on him for details on how things seem to be going between the crew’s chef and chronicler. otherwise, they elect to give you two some privacy and space, collectively hoping things can return to normal soon.

neither of you say a word for nearly half an hour after Chopper leaves. the stiffness in your neck is starting to bother you but you remain frozen in position, seated by Sanji’s side as he lays resting in bed, his left hand heavily bandaged.

it happened quicker than anyone could have possibly expected. 

the enemy pirate’s sword slashing in your direction as you prepare to parry the way Zoro taught you long ago. you were confident in your ability to win the fight, having been in much tougher situations in the past and still emerging victorious. you might not be the best fighter but everyone knew you could stand your ground fairly well.

Sanji knew that, too. there was no one he believed in more than you, his partner, the love of his life. he knew you would be fine, unscathed, even; and yet his body moved on its own accord anyway. his hands reached forward, contrary to a lifetime of instincts.

i must prove myself to you. 

he knows now, looking at the endless stream of tears silently running down your face and the way your jaw is tensed up—your teeth most certainly chewing on your tongue—that he’d fucked up.

”i’m sorry—” your head turns sharply for your eyes to meet his for the first time in a while when he speaks, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Sanji’s bottom lip begins to tremble as he looks away in shame, his own teary eyes glued to his bandaged hand. “i-i won’t be able to cook for you for a while.”

for a minute, you forget how to breathe.

and then, inexplicably, a wave of rage washes over you; a culmination of the past two weeks of concern, confusion and worry over Sanji’s drastic sudden need to do anything and everything for you. his intense desire to display his selflessness all building up to the moment he used his hands to protect you; and even then his only concern is being unable to cook for you?

your own curl into fists on your lap, your nails digging into the meat of your palm, there’s a sudden coppery taste in your mouth as your molars bite down harder onto your tongue. the sheer idea of him willingly giving up his hands of all things to defend you from an opponent you could beat with your eyes closed made you so unbelievably angry at something you couldn’t even quite put your finger on.

sensing a shift in your emotions, Sanji finally tilts his head up to look back at you. his throat threatens to constrict itself and his heart drops when he sees the furious look on your face.

”am i really such a helpless creature to you?”

you regret the words as soon as you say them. the initial fury coursing through your veins dissipating in the blink of an eye when you see how your single sentence instantly breaks something in him.

his mouth opens and closes but no words escape his lips, meanwhile tears flow freely down his faces, one drop after another falling onto the blanket draped over his lap as his uninjured hand grips the fabric for dear life.

no, you could never be helpless you’re perfect you’re the most perfect person in the whole world i don’t deserve to have you and yet you chose me but now i’ve ruined it all—

the endless thoughts racing in his head go abruptly silent when he feels the softness and warmth of your body engulf his. your hand reaches up to hold the back of his head, pulling his face into the crook of your neck as your free arm wraps around his upper back. your knees are planted on the mattress, trapping him in a straddle as you hug him tightly, careful not to agitate his wounds.

for a few seconds, all Sanji does is breathe. in and out. every inhale filled with the scent of your shampoo mixed with the saltiness of your sweat and tears. he feels the hand holding his head run its fingers through his blond hair in a familiar way, it sends pleasant tingles down his spine and for the first time in a while, he’s able to release the tension in his shoulders.

Sanji’s eyes flutter closed as he nuzzles deeper into your neck, pressing a small kiss against your skin before wrapping his own arms around you, returning the much-needed embrace.

”i love you so much, my sweet boy,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean what i said. i know you of all people believe the most in me. i was wrong to accuse you of thinking about me in such a way.” you turn your head to kiss his temple, then his forehead, then the space between his eyes, then the tip of his nose. now face-to-face, your beloved opens his tear-stained eyes to look back into your own.

”are you okay? did something happen?” you ask softly, continuing to caress the back of his head, tangling his golden locks with your fingers. “i’ve been worried about you, the others are too.” he lets out a sniffle but stays silent, so you continue, “i know you’re a selfless person and you love doing things for other people, especially me.” you smile and he returns a small smile back. it, however, falters into an embarrassed grimace when he recalls the conversation that started it all.

how silly it all feels in hindsight, Sanji wonders to himself, as you patiently await his reply, still hugging him closely as your soft breath fans his face. how easily this could all have been resolved if he’d simply talked to you about it once it all started to feel too much. 

the hand behind his head travels toward his cheek to cradle his face in the palm of your hand. you run your thumb gently over his cheekbone as he practically purrs and leans even closer into your loving touch. 

then, he speaks.

vi.

the cooling sea air circulates the space of your shared room as the Going Merry drifts slowly across the calm waters of the night.

Chopper had given Sanji the OK to rest in his usual bed after redressing his wounds in the evening. After leaving the infirmary, the chef made his way to the kitchen to check up on your progress with dinner. Since he was banned from cooking until his hand was fully recovered, you’d volunteered to take up all kitchen duties temporarily. Seeing how excited you were to now be the one providing for him and the others quelled any worries he had instantly.

”Now I get to make all your favourite food and drinks for you instead,” you’d said, crossing your arms and putting on a faux expression of haughtiness, as though you’d finally won some long-drawn out battle.

”I look forward to it, sweet thing.” was all it took to wipe the look off your face as you felt your entire body warm up at his tender voice.

Smiling at the memory from just a few hours ago, Sanji stood outside the kitchen, ready to enter when he heard two voices come from inside. Curious, he stayed put and listened.

”You need to think before you speak!” you yelled, your raised voice accompanied by the sound of a knife hitting the wooden cutting board in a sharp, rhythmic manner. “I know you were drunk but what even was the point of saying all that to him?”

”Listen, I already apologised, you don’t have to keep—”

”I’m just warning you: pull that shit again and I’ll throw all your booze into the ocean.”

”Alright! Damn! I won’t do it again, I swear—”

Sanji’s snapped out of his reverie when he feels you stir awake beside him. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before blearily looking up at his face, your hand pressing against his bare chest to prop yourself up slightly from the mattress.

”Can’t sleep?” you ask, running your palm up and down his skin in a gentle manner.

”Mmm, just thinking about how you managed to get mosshead to say sorry to me at dinner,” he replied, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. “Still feels like a weird fever dream.”

“I’m just so good with words, y’know?” you chuckle as you pull your hand away from his chest to replace it with the side of your head. You don’t fail to notice how his heartbeat quickens. “Why else would the infamous Straw Hat Pirates take me on as their chronicler?”

”Of course,” Sanji hums before burying his face in your hair, “we accept nothing but the best after all.”

You laugh softly in response, ready to let the conversation meet its natural end in order for the two of you to drift off to sleep. Right before you shut your eyes, though, your lover speaks up once more.

”I’m so lucky to be loved by you.” his sudden confession knocks the wind from your lungs as your heart leaps within the tight confines of your chest.

”luck has nothing to do with it, sweet boy,” you reply, turning to your head slightly to press your lips to his chest. “i love you because you’re you—the kindest, strongest, most talented man i’ve ever met. you’ve ruined other people for me, not to mention the food they make. nothing compares to you.” 

Sanji silently thanks the night sky for the darkness enveloping your room as he feels his face practically catch fire. Though, he’s certain you can probably tell how flustered he is from the rapid beating of his heart anyway.

”You’ll still love me even if I can’t cook for you anymore?” he mutters, half-joking.

”i’ll still love you even if you refuse to cook for me for the rest if our lives,” you reply, kind of half-joking. “I’d probably be really sad, though, but i’ll still love you.” In response, you feel a chuckle rumble from his chest as his uninjured arm pulls you closer until you’ve basically melded into one.

”you know fully well the day i refuse to cook for you is the day i die.”

you hum in response, already drifting off to sleep with a contented smile on your face. Sanji presses one last kiss of the night to your forehead before dozing off himself. 

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Too Much, I'm Getting Tipsy on BL

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 2 of 12 - It's so much fun! Yay! Sports BL of my heart! FINALLY.

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - Sorn’s characterization = horrified to be in love + horny on the main. Sure thing hon, we happy with that.

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) ep 10 of 11 - Okay yaoi (no expectation of modern BL beats) what's gonna happen next? This 4 act structure? We gonna get a secret ex? Family drama? Where my 合? (OMG I swear I typed that before the phone call!) Ah BL, nothing if not predictable.

Eye Contact (Weds WeTV) ep 2 of 12 - It’s v stupid. Dub-con drunk fling + that many condoms?! That is indeed how he’d walk. Look, here's the thing:

The HS B plot is profoundly silly and unnecessary.

The acting is awful.

It feels like some scenes are too long and others too short.

Then there’s also scenes that are completely missing.

I like it a lot. Which makes me feel stupid. But there it is, just leave me to my sad pathetic little life.

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 14 - Newnu did pretty good on his languages. Cute. SHOES ON BED SHOES ON BED SHOES ON BED. Also true authentic original whipping boy! How exciting to see!

Pit Babe 2 (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 13 - AlanJeff made up, thank you BL gods. I like how animal Willy is. Also, it's so nice to see Nut doing the lord's work and kissing boys again. 

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 2 of 12 - I like fierce Saint. I like their chemistry. It's quite enjoyable. Pass me a tiny sandwich to eat with my pinky up because I think this show calls for that for some reason.

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 5 of 12 - Bah, they are stupid cute. I know it's trying to be Lovesick but I get more Make it Right vibes from the characters. This is the parents interfere ep. Also teachers remain current favs. Would like more of them, please?

The BangkokBoy (Sat Gaga) ep 5 of 12 - Stop him from suicide, get his digits, have him help you out with a fist fight saving your sister from human trafficking. As you do. BDE first date, I guess. Honestly, I get where this show is going in the gritty realism department but it's greedy and clumsy in that area and not working great for me so far. However, the tension around that dinner table was aces.

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - Omg Jay knew Sant would be a great bf, and he really is. I love how verse these two are.

The Ex-Morning (Thurs YT) ep 1 of 10 - I’m liking it more than I expected to. I actually like a reunion romance, and this is a different setting and an interesting premise. It’s something we’ve not seen at all before in BL. So I’m intrigued. Krist does seem to play exactly the same character in every BL tho.

I Promise I Will Come Back (Mon WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - It's pretty, but a bit slow. The subs are truly terrible. I’m grateful I know enough Thai to understand what is actually being said. But if you don’t, I'm not sure if this one will make sense. It’s one of those classic travel pulps that we get from Thailand, except the acting is above expectations. And the talent pool is different. I don’t know where I’m landing on this one.

Loy Kaew First Love (Fri YT) ep 2 of 6 - Well this certainly is action heavy. A lot of stuff happened. I’m a little confused by all the different characters but OK I guess? 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sweetheart Service (Korea Fri YT) ep 3 of 12 - I unabashedly love this little charmer of a show. Sugar daddy kitty shopping + language negotiation = fantastic.

Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - They are separated so at least some movement and action is happening. But also they are both sadsack tiny idiots. BUT they got an incredibly sweet reunion sequence. I have to say, Taiwan is really showing us how to execute chemistry, it is their crown and they wear it beautifully.

On a totally different note, I like that the brothers (cousins?) in this show all do actually look like they could be blood related to each other for a change.

Moon and Dust (China YT) ep 1 of 6 - Yet another instance of can China get away with it? And even if they do, are they gonna end up happily? Probably not. But this is just cheesy enough for me to watch it without getting too involved and therefore I think I’m gonna be OK no matter what happens in the end.

So, premise?

Creepy younger brother obsessed with older (blood related? maybe even that) brother. Baby boy is ALSO fiercely aggressively unhinged and likely a morality chain just waiting to snap. So... lucky me? It's like Tumblr and BL had a baby. Gay dumpser fires all round!

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL. Finished its run, my opinion remains unchanged, thus I will not be watching. DNF.

Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked. I won't watch this.

Mission to the Moon (YT) 2 of 12 - I can't keep track too short, too many, too YT. I am watching and will report at end.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming Next Month

Wait for it...

But seriously, Thailand is airing 15 BLs right now. 15! Can we really handle any more?

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

No time, too much just getting regular shots this week. SO MUCH BL.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[cxrsed-angel]

Things Unsaid| (qz!joel miller x fem!reader)

wc: 6k

warnings: angst, fluff, and smut. emotionally constipated joe, age difference/gap. unprotected sex, oral!fem receiving, medically inaccurate wound and injury description (sorry i wasnt that interested in looking it up) protective guard dog joel. alcohol consumption

a/n: this has been in my drafts since s1 was released i think this was inspired by ep 1/2 so its longed over due with posting this

summary: protective joel confronts you when you return from a run late and injured.

You're supposed to be back from your run a couple of hours ago, but running into a few runners and FEDRA pushed you slightly off schedule. You walk into your apartment, ready to wash up, change into comfortable clothes, and go straight to sleep. As you walk in, you see a figure sitting on your couch in the dark, immediately raising your suspicions. You reach for your knife instinctively, ready to stab whoever had broken into your place, but you stop, recognizing it is just Joel, for whatever reason. 

Joel had been waiting for a few hours, and as each hour passed, he got more worried and more stressed. He thought about if you had been caught by Fedra for smuggling, were you in jail? He didn't even want to think about the possibility that you had been bitten; he knew you would immediately kill yourself, knowing you wouldn't let yourself turn. He couldn't stomach the thought of you being out there, dead, alone, and he would never know. He knew you and him were just fooling around and that he was one the repeating it was nothing serious, but lately, he had started to care about more than he was willing to admit if he was being honest. He started to repeat more so to remind himself. That it wasn't serious. He was nothing more than an old man you'd fuck for reasons unknown to him. Despite the fact that he was definitely feeling things he hadn't felt in a long time. 

When he sees you enter, he's immediately met with a wave of relief and probably a hundred other emotions he can't name or explain. At the very least, he knows you're alive, but quickly replaced with anger and annoyance. 

“Where the hell have you been!” his voice booms through the previously silent apartment, laced with irritation, annoyance, and strictness. He looms over you with his broad and large frame. 

You watch as he stands up from the shitty couch from the 80s most of the apartments get. You take a minute to look at him before rolling your eyes at his attempt to intimidate you. You sigh, setting the knife you had almost stabbed him with on the old wooden table in the middle of your kitchen. You really aren't in the mood for Joel yelling at you for no reason. You never answered to him before, and you sure as hell wasn't gonna start now. 

Joel remains standing, his arms folding in front of him, as he looks at you, waiting for an answer.  "Well?" he asks again, this time with a lower volume, but still his voice is strict and low. 

You sigh again, tired. Tired because the whole smuggle run your partner 20 something year old asshole who kept trying to hit on you. Tired because you had to take a different route back into the QZ because FEDRA was at the usual entrance. Tired because even after that you were still caught by FEDRA and previously mentioned asshole just ran, leaving you. Tired because FEDRA took advantage of the fact that your "guard dog" Joel wasn't there and decided to rough you a bit. Maybe more than a bit. There were 3 or 4 of them, too many for you to take all at once. They beat you up pretty badly, You knew they weren't going to hurt you up too badly or all hell would break loose. You're so caught off guard by his presence but also confused as to why he was even there in the first place. 

“Joel what the fuck are you doing in my apartment? And why the hell are you yelling at me?” you ask just as pissed off as Joel, you take your shoes off, and set your pack down by the couch looking at him for a bit, but he just stares back not saying you anything.  "Well, if you aren't gonna speak…" You mutter, turning to go down the hallway to go to your bathroom, when you feel his large, calloused hand on your arm, pulling you back to him. You turn and face him as you eyebrows frown staring back at him really pissed off now.

“You didnt answer my goddamn question.” He grumbled, his voice still low as you looked back at you. He didn't raise his voice this time but you could tell his was upset, you couldnt tell what pissed he was at, but it was written all over his face. 

You didn't understand. It wasn't like you guys were a couple; it really wasn't any of his business. You were confused. You never acted this way when he came back late from a run.

“You knew I went on a run, not that I have to answer to you.” You snap back, hoping he would drop it, but you knew he was more stubborn than that. You try to walk away again, but his grip on your arm doesn't loosen. You sigh and stare at him, waiting for him to say what his problem is.

He stares at you, glaring, “You still haven't said why you were so damn late. Did something happen?” He raises his voice at you more, frustrated, Youre still unsure what has him so pissed but you tired and you didnt need joel berating you so late at night on top of the already shitty night you were having.

“Look, Joel! I’ve had a rough night already, with the douchebag I got paired with, having to come in a different route, and getting beat up by FEDRA. So the last thing I needed you bitching at me over nothing so please drop it. Promise you can yell at me in the morning for whatever reason. But right now, my face hurts like a bitch, so please, please just….drop it!” You plead, hoping the little outburst convinced him to leave you alone and go back to his apartment. 

But you're met with a blank expression for a moment. Then you see his eyebrows scrunch up, and you watch as the anger dissipates from his face as he takes in all of what you had just said. 

He looks at you, slowly reaching your face. You let his calloused hand hold your chin softly, lifting it to the window, looking at your face in the light, trying to gauge how badly you got beat up. He looks closely, noticing the small cuts and purple bruising forming on your cheek, yet the way your face illuminates in the moonlight, he still thinks you look beautiful regardless. He was pissed at the fact that someone had hurt you, but his concern was stronger. He stays silent, not saying a word as he examines your face. 

His brows frown as he breaks the silence that the two of you have been sitting in for the past few minutes. 

“You got beat up darlin'?” He asks softly, like your mini rant from earlier just sunk in. You hear his voice soften as he says the pet name, making you flustered and catching you off guard. 

Normally, he would only call you names like that when you were in bed, and he was ball deep inside you. A few grunts of "right there sweetheart" or a "I'm bout to baby," in that deep southern voice. You always knew it was just the heat of the moment, especially because he never took it out of the bedroom, and you never questioned it. You knew what your arrangement was. You both agreed to just a friends with benefits situation, so you never brought it up. 

You didn't understand the flip, from yelling at you the second you entered your apartment to softly holding your face and calling you darling. Maybe on a different day, you'd savor the moment of affection, but tonight, you couldn't handle the mental ping-pong, back and forth. 

“Joel, I can't do this back and forth tonight. Are you pissed? Are you not pissed? I don't have the energy for it.” You tell him, and he notices the exhaustion in your voice. He doesn't say anything, which you took as a sign of him dropping it. He stands up and goes to the bathroom, comes back with the medical supplies you were going to grab earlier, and pulls a chair up as you sit down at the table. He sits down in front of you, close to you, his knees brushing against yours. Making your face feel warm, but you couldn't tell if it was from the bruises or his proximity. You watch him put rubbing alcohol on a clean towel as he reaches to hold your face again. 

“Come here, let me see,” he spoke softly as he sat in a chair. 

“I can do it, Joel,” you muttered quietly. You didn't want him to take care of you. To clean your wounds, or maybe to see the small knife wound that was on your side. Either way, you didn't need him taking care of you. You pull back slightly and make an attempt to grab the alcohol to clean the cuts yourself, but he pulls it out of reach.

“Just let me see, let me do it,” he insists again, and this time, you give up, not having another fight in you. You nod, agreeing, allowing him to clean your cuts. He lets out a small sigh "so damn stubborn." He mutters under his breath as he helps you take off your jacket. 

You cringe, remembering that you may or may not have been stabbed slightly by one of the FEDRA guards. You didn't forget about it, you felt the stinging pain since it happened, but you didn't expect Joel to be here. You close your eyes, knowing he's going see the bruises and wounds you got from FEDRA. Seeing the stain of blood from the stab. 

Joel hangs your jacket over the chair. He slowly lifts your shirt up, gently helping it up over your head, and sets it with your jacket. You sit in the chair in your sports bra, trying to come up with something to say. 

"At least take a girl out before getting her naked." You joke, hoping to ease the tension and hoping it will make him less mad when he sees the bloody bandage you hastily wrapped around your torso, but you are wrong. 

“Who did this!? Was this FEDRA? Where was that little shit you were paired with while you were getting beat up!” his voice was stern as he yells. His intense stare never leaves the wound on your side. Joel slowly removes the bandage, seeing where you had been stabbed by FEDRA. Joel immediately saw red when he saw it. It wasn't very deep or fatal. He knew you were gonna live, but it didn't mean he was okay with it. He wished he knew what guard did this, he wanted to know who he had to go beat up.

“Joel-” you try to calm him, to tell him to let it go, but it wasn't worth it, you know if you told him anything about the guy who did it he would go out on a man hut which you didnt want, but he insisted asking again.

“Who?” He was trying to be calm and not start shouting, but it was still obvious how mad he was. He knew you could handle yourself, but that didn't make it easier when you got hurt when he wasn't there. He heard from Tess what time you were supposed to be back. When you were an hour late he started to think the worse, if you had come back any later he would’ve been out there searching for you, he would go through all of Boston if he needed to. He knew your situation was just casual, but it didn't stop him from worrying about you.

“It doesn't matter,” you said exhaustedly. He sees it in your face how tired you are, and he finally listens for the first time tonight and drops it. He removes the bandage you sloppily put on it. It looked pretty bad if you were being honest, considering the quick wrap-up you did just so you could get home. You watch his eyebrows frown as he continues to stare at it. “You’ve had this the whole time.” his eyebrows raise as he questions, but you just close your eyes and nod.

He grabs some alcohol and a cloth. “This is gonna hurt, ” you nod and lean your head against your arm on the table. He puts some of the alcohol on to a cloth, you felt the burning sensation once he puts it on the wound.

You curse as the burning continues, instinctively grabbing his arm, squeezing it in pain. Your eyes shut as you try to calm down, but it is just too much. You try to take deep breaths, but it doesn't help much. You bit down on your lip, hoping it would be over soon.

“I know, baby, I know. 'M almost done.” Your heart warms at the pet name again, it takes your mind off of how painful it was. Deep down, you know it didn't hold any meaning or weight. He probably just said it, paying no mind to it, just trying to calm you, or so you tell yourself. When he finally finishes, wrapping it much better than you did before. You watch him put the medical kit back, and you grab a bottle of whiskey you assumed he had while he waited for you and take a couple of large sips. You intended to drink your weight in whiskey until black out and forget about this whole night. 

Joel glances over his shoulder, turns around, and sees you practically chugging the bottle of whiskey. He takes it away from your lips. “Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He puts the alcohol away and finishes putting the stuff away.

You frown your eyebrows at him for taking the bottle away and grab the bottle back to drink it, enjoying the burning sensation that hits the back of your throat. 

“It’s my booze. I smuggled it to drink it, not sit on the counter and stare at it.” You snap a bit before taking another large sip. Right now, it was the only thing that could make the pain disappear and take your mind off Joel being so caring and calling you baby. Maybe if you drink enough, you can stop your stomach from doing flips at the thought of him calling your baby. Or you can stop the achy feeling in your core every time Joel touches you tonight. You feel yourself getting more worked up, turned on as you think back to his hand on your jaw and your cheek. Him calling you baby, darlin', his attractive southern drawl each time he said it.

You take another big gulp of the whiskey, but again you feel the bottle rip away from your lips again by his large hand, some of the liquid spills down your chin and your chest.

“Okay, well ya don’t need to finish it one day. Had more than enough.” Joel scolds you lightly as he sets the bottle on the counter in the kitchen and grabs a towel to clean your face; again, he brings his hands on your chin, cleaning the whiskey off your chin. Making you warm again.

You look at him for a minute before getting up from the table and changing into more comfortable clothes in your bedroom. You return back to the living room and sit on the couch, starting to feel the alcohol’s effects. Joel comes and sits next to you, sighing a bit. 

“Look sweetheart I-I uh I’m sorry about earlier. It’s none of my business why you were so late coming back hom-here.” He hopes you didnt catch how he almost said home, but he figured you were too drunk or tipsy to notice.

You snuggle up against him starting to doze off “I was fine, you worry too much old man, it’s why you’re turning gray” You reach up and play with his hair for a couple of minutes before he gently grabs your wrist and put down in your lap he felt himself warm up trying not to get flustered, but he knew you were just drunk and affectionate.

“Darlin', I’m bein' serious-” he goes to say more, but you interrupted him.

“I am too. I’m sorry I made you worry tonight I just didn’t plan for-”

He sighs and cutting you off this time. “I know just don’t like seeing you bloody and hurt” you lay your head against his shoulder and close your eyes, you felt your heart beat faster from being so close to him, you knew it was the alcohol but you felt fuzzy and warm inside, you smiled slightly before trying to hide it. “I know Joel. I’ll be more careful.”

Joel looks down as you place yourself against his shoulder, getting more comfortable leaning against him. He covers you a bit more with the blanket and is quiet for a few minutes before he speaks.

“I-I haven’t felt this in a long time and I can’t handle losing you I-uh-it scared the shit out of me when you didnt come back I thought-I-just couldnt handle something happening and not being there for you. Joel looked down trying to see your face, what your reaction was, but all he saw was you asleep on his shoulder. He sighs and laughs to himself. “Yea she would be asleep right now.” He taps your arm gently, waking you.

“Come on, let’s go to bed, darlin'.”

You frown at him waking you up, feeling your head spin a little, and finding it hard to focus. “I think I drank a little too much,” you slurred as you see him smile,e laughing at you, only a little bit. He watches as you blink slowly, trying to get your bearings.

“Yea don’t know why you drunk straight whiskey like that.” he’s never seen you drink like that. You usually don't allow yourself to get drunk, always saying you couldn't afford to be, having to be alert at all times, and he didn't blame you.

“To make the pain go away,” you respond with a slight attitude, like it was obvious. You go to stand up but lose your balance, falling to the floor. Joel sighs and helps you up. His hand grabs your waist to hold you up. You lean more of your body weight on him as he helps you over to the bed.

“Come on, I need to get you to bed,” he says softly, and he tries to lay you down on your bed. He watches as you try to stand up on your own but fail again, and then he places a hand on your hip, steadying you.

You smile and caress your hand along his chest poorly, not having the best coordination, but it was clear to Joel you were trying to be sexy. “Are you trying to get in my pants again, Texas?” You smile up, looking at him with big eyes, hoping the answer is yes.

“No trying to get you to sleep,” he says flatly as he tries to get you off of him. Joel didn't expect you to care but he realized he was wrong when tears start to form in your eyes, he looks down at you confusion falls over his face as you pout and more tears starting to fall more.

“You aren’t-you don’t want to fuck me anymore is it-it’s because-do you not like me anymore.” you babble through your cries as Joel helps, leading you to your bed as he holds you up. A hand on your lower back, he won't lie, he doesn't think he's ever seen you cry like this, it had caught him off guard. Seeing you emotional and vulnerable for the first time. But then again, he wasn't the most open guy either.

“N-No darling… its because you’re drunk off your ass, ask me again when you're sober I’ll say yes,” he said softly, trying to calm you as he lays you down on the bed, wiping wipes the tears that were on your cheeks with his rough hand. You gaze up at him as you relax into the bed.

You swallow hard, trying to stop the tears. “You promise?” you ask, sobbing as you lay on the bed. Laying your head on the pillow for a few seconds before sitting back up to look at him. Eyes watery and teary. Deep down, you feared that once he stopped sleeping with you, he would stop talking to you and hanging out with you, and you thought that fear was coming true tonight. You knew you were just sleeping together, nothing more, but you’d take that; it was better than him not being in your life at all.

Joels stares back softening his gaze. He nods as as he reassures, “I promise, sweetheart, just go to sleep.” Once he was sure he was in the bed and comfortable, he turned to leave and went to sleep on the couch. But your voice stopped him. you grab his wrist softly, not wanting him to leave.

“You’re gonna lay down, too, right?” you ask quietly, looking up at him. He could tell you were still unsure. That there was still some doubt. It catches Joel by surprise, he usually didn't sleep in your bed. If he did, it was more out of convenience, not on purpose. But he was always glad when you did ask. He always slept better next to you. He comes back to the bed and lies down next to you. he didn't want to overstep or make you uncomfortable, so he tries to lay down a bit far, not wanting to cuddle against you. “Of course. Now get some sleep.”

He watches as you slept next to him, cuts scattered around your face. He wondered how you got them all. He felt bad you never got to experience being carefree and young, going out with friends, drinking having fun, instead you had to deal with this shit since you were young. You had lived in this world longer than before it was like this. You didn't have time to enjoy it and be a kid. He knew you had to grow up super fast. He didn't even want to think about how you said you’ve been on your own since you were 13 and what you must've gone through by yourself.

When Joel is sure you are asleep, he slowly leaves your bed, grabs his jacket, and puts his shoes on before leaving your apartment. He knew you said to drop it but he couldnt, he couldnt let them get away with hurting you. he went out asking around it only took about a hour to find out the FEDRA officers that were on duty during the time you were out, within two hours he had found the agent who stabbed you by bribes and threats. He went over and made it clear that no one should lay a finger on you again.

You wake up feeling the bright sun shining through the windows and a sharp pain all over. Your head is pounding, and you don't want to leave the warmth and comfort of your bed. You slowly roll over, looking at the empty space next to you. You swear Joel was next to you when you were falling asleep. Maybe you were dreaming or just wishful thinking. 

You wake up seeing Joel enter your room. He sits on the bed with a new bandage and better disinfectant than the alcohol last night in hand. “Hey, here’s some aspirin and some other stuff I stole from the medical building. I'll ask Tess to stitch you up, okay?” He tells you as he starts to clean your wound until you stop up.

“I can do it myself,” you mumble as you reach out for the stuff wincing as your arms stretch. He hands you the aspirin and water, rolling his eyes at how stubborn you are. Joel watches as you struggle to sit up to take the aspirin. He thought about how different it was seeing you be more vulnerable and emotional last night when you were drunk. Letting him help you in bed, asking him to lay with you, dropping your guard, and letting him in a little. But it was short-lived. In the morning, you're back, guarding your emotions and shutting him out. He couldn't blame you, though he was just as guarded as you.

“Shut up, you can barely raise your arms.” You know he was right; it was more painful and sore than last night. You reluctantly let him lift your shirt up so he could change the bandage and clean it. 

Once he’s done changing the bandage, Joel sees your face in the sunlight and feels sick once he sees your black eye, mad at himself for not protecting you, for not being there with you, for letting them hurt your pretty face. He wished he was there, he knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. But beating up that officer last night made him feel better.

“I didnt know you had a black eye, couldn't see it last night.” he mutters as he held your face between his fingers, examining it more.

You feel yourself get warmer with him being so close, you smile at the comment. “It would explains why my face hurts like a bitch.” Trying to lighten the mood, but you could tell he was pissed. He doesn't respond or laugh, he just continues looking at the face to see anything else he might’ve missed last night.

“Yea, well, the aspirin should help. Wish we had ice or something,” he said dryly, not finding your comedic relief funny. His glare was still strong.

“Sorry, I was very drunk last night. Im sure I said some dumb shit haven't gotten that drunk since i was young.” You don’t remember much after falling asleep on the couch, but you knew you were touchy and more sensitive when you were drunk. You weren’t sure if you had told him something you would regret, but Joel didn’t say or act differently, so you assumed it was fine.

Joel ignores the first part, focusing on you saying when you were young. He scoffs. “You're in your twenties, you are young,” he responds dryly. You could tell he was still upset at the state you were in. You're trying to make him feel slightly better about it, but it hasn't worked so far.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot I was talking to someone who was alive when dinosaurs were still around.” You joke, but he doesn't react. He continues, finishing cleaning your wound, and his hand comes up holding your face. You feel his rough hands rub against your cheek. You see the cuts on his knuckles, and by how fresh they are, you assume he had gotten back at FEDRA this morning. He holds your face in his hands. It was quiet for a few minutes before Joel spoke up.

“I'm sorry I wasn't there, baby. I—” You were caught off guard by his affectionate action as he caressed your face. You stared back into his brown eyes. You saw how he was looking at you. It was softer. He looked at you like you had never seen before, and you didn’t know what it meant.

“Joel-” you feel the heat rise on your face; you look at him, staring at his eyes, the wrinkles from the years, scars and cuts on his face. His brown eyes and greying beard. You're silent for a few minutes before you feel your mouth opening 

“You're so pretty,” you mutter quietly, saying the first thing that comes to mind. 

You see his lips smile for the first time today, “I think you're prettier, sweetheart.” You stare at his lips for a second before slowly leaning forward, pressing your lips onto his, and you feel his lips follow. You close your eyes as you relax against him. You’ve kissed him before, but only during sex. It was quick and messy, and you both knew it was just the heat of the moment. You’ve never kissed him like this, you could tell it meant more. It was slower, not fueled by lust.

You feel him pull away first. You panic, thinking he is going to be mad. He could tell by your wide eyes. He shakes his head slightly, reassuring you before kissing you again. You feel Joel slowly moving, joining you on your bed and lying next to you. 

He leans over to continue kissing you, but you put your hands on his chest, stopping him. You couldn’t handle having sex with him as just a casual thing anymore, it was too much. It would hurt more when he would go and sleep with other people you couldn’t do it anymore. You were scared that he wouldn't want anything to do with you after, but it more knowing it didnt mean anything more.

“Um Joel if we- um-if we do this, I can only do this if it’s more than casual. I know you've probably been sleeping with other people and I’m not mad or anything I know what we agreed but um I like you, have liked you for a while now and I can’t do this knowing it’s just a friend with benefits situation.” You swallow nervously, not knowing what he is going to say. You fiddle with your finger as you stare down at the sheets, too nervous to meet his eye. A part of you was waiting for him to say he’s not interested, that you’re just a good fuck and reliable outside the walls, nothing more. That he didn't have any feelings for you.

But he proves you wrong. You feel his face caress your face, making you look at him. “Sweetheart, I haven’t slept with anyone since I started sleeping with you.”

Your eyebrows rise in shock. You haven’t slept with anyone either, knowing you couldn’t be with anyone but him, but it still surprises you. He smiles at your face. “What thought I was sleeping with everyone in the QZ?" he teases, making you laugh. 

You know him well enough to know he very rarely lets people get closer enough to fuck them you just thought him and tess would be. “No, no, just thought you and Tess-” but he cuts you with a quick shake of his head.

“No, not in a long time. Before I even met you, and we're better off as friends.” He says quietly as he stares at you intensely and you gaze back at him. He leans forward and pressing his lip onto yours again, kissing you softly, you close your eyes as you feel his hand cupping your face. You're nervous, feeling your body getting warmer in excitement. You wrap your hands around his waist, pulling him closer to you. His lips parted, allowing you to slip your tongue in. You grab his waist and lie down, trying to pull him on top of you, needing to be closer to him. Your back hits the bed gently, and you expect his lips to follow yours, but he stays hovering above you.

You open your eyes and frown your eyebrows, looking at him, confused as to why he stopped kissing you. He looks at you before glancing to your side where your wound was, and then you understand. He didn't want to put too much weight on you while you were hurt. You reach your hands up to his hair, running your finger through it. “You're not gonna hurt me, Texas, I swear,” you say quietly, reassuring him.

He looks at you, then to your side one more, still hesitant. You hear him sigh before he leans down to kiss your forehead. “Alright, but I’m being gentle, nothing too rough.” He sits up and starts unbuttoning his flannel, admiring himself as he does so.

“Aww, I really wanted you to throw me around and tie me up. Maybe slap me around,” You joke, your voice laced with sarcasm. You watch as he stops unbuttoning his shirt to give you his famous deadpan stare. Not a hint of amusement in his voice before he continues to take his shirt off as he rolls his eyes at your joke.

“Shut up," he shakes his head. Give me an IOU on throwing you around, okay?" 

You nod, laughing, getting more turned on at the thought of him "throwing you around." You run a hand down his stomach before grabbing his waist again and pulling him onto your lips, making him hover over you again. His fingers unzip your shorts and pull them down with your underwear, you kick them off.

You think he is gonna come back to kiss you but your surprised when he starts kissing your stomach, getting lower and lower till he reaches where you need him most, you feel place soft kisses on your clit, before licking it a couple of times, you whimper as you feel your hips shudder under the pleasure. 

"Joel," you moan as he eats you out, his hands spreading your thighs. Your eyes roll back, moaning as you feel his large fingers thrust inside you, replacing his tongue. 

"Gonna cum baby?" 

You nod as he returns going back, licking your folds. You grab his hair, lightly tugging on it, getting his attention.

He looks up at you raising his eyebrows “what?” you lose your train of thought when feeling his finger lightly stroking your clit, you let out another moan before finally being able to piece your sentence together. “Joel I need you to fuck me please” you begged more disparate than you would admit, you see him smile and lean down kissing your clit on more time, before you watch him take off his jeans and boxers. You see his hard cock, admiring for a moment feel yourself getting wetter.

You cant’t take your eyes of him, desperately wanting him in your mouth, you know he probably wouldn’t want you because your wound but it was worth a try, when comes back over to you, you reach out stroking his cock and batting your eye lashes “Joel can I suck you off please.” you tried buttering him up hoping you jerking him off would forget about your injury. He watch as he slowly came undone as your hand began speeding up, but it wasn’t enough.

“No,” he answered flatly before letting out a quiet moan, you pout a little before he places a quick kiss on your lips. “you’re lucky i’m fucking you don’t push it, you can suck my dick youre healed l” you nodded disappointedly but you knew it was long shot. You continue moving your hand slowly up and down on his cock. he moans louder, he removes your hand and moves so he’s hovering over you while you lay down against the bed. He brings two fingers up to your mouth, having you suck on them before pushing them into your cunt, his fingers spread you open as the curl inside you. Feeling your wetness drip down his fingers as he increased his speed fucking his fingers a little faster.

“Joel…please need you,” you whine as you feel yourself tighten around his fingers. You squeeze your eyes shut as you bite your lip as his fingers get you closer to your release. Your hand grabs his wrist, holding onto it for support. You feel his other hand come to your clit, slowly rubbing circles as your hips jerk up because of his touch.

“c’mon baby can feel you’re close aren’t you, c’mon sweetheart cum on my fingers.” you feel him speed up his finger a bit more as you moan at his words. You moan out his name probably too loud considering how thin the QZ wall are but you didn’t care, too focused on you that pleasure as you cum onto his fingers. You open your eyes as you come down from your release. You watch as Joel slowly removes his finger from you and puts them into his mouth, making you whine.

“Joel please I need you, please fuck me.” you watch as he smile slightly before he placed his lips on yours. Leaning over you more as your hand comes up to his waist. He removes his lips from yours.

"This is gonna be different,” was all he said before returning his lips back on yours.

You knew what he meant, you knew he didnt want to be like all the other times, when you just had a quick fuck before going about the rest of your day, no post-sex cuddles or pillow talk. He wanted to take his time, appreciate you and your body unlike before. Show you that you were more than just a fuck buddy.

You nod as he leans down and kisses you, slowly for a few seconds before pulling away. “So fucking beautiful sweetheart." your face heats up at the compliment, you feel the head of his cock slips into your wet folds. Your eyes flutter closed as his slowly and gently pushes deeper inside you. 

"Joel." you moan, as your nails dig into his shoulders, feeling him. 

"Fuck baby so tight. Can't believe you thought id fuck any other pussy." he moans moving slowly inside you, careful not to hurt you. Digging your nails into his shoulders. "Joel. Joel. Joel." You moan as he continues thrusting his thick cock deep inside you, slow and gentle and perfect, bringing you to your release. Joel follows closely behind, cumming inside you. 

He rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily with you. You bring your hand to the back of his head, running your finger through his curls with a content smile. He kisses your forehead, resting there for a few seconds before slowly slipping out from inside, causing you both to moan a bit. Joel lays down next to you, pulling you under his arm. 

"How ya feeling?" he asks softly, almost in a whisper. 

"Im fine relax, your dick is good miller but not good enough to reinjured my stab wound." You tease as Joel purses his lips as he stares at you, his cheeks turning a bit red. 

"Didnt hear ya complain' 5 minutes ago." He turns, lying on his side, back turned to you, but you know it's just so his good ear can be unhindered by the pillow. You lie down slowly, wrapping your arms around his back, being the "big spoon." He rubs your hand as it lands across his stomach. 

"Not complaining, just saying." He sighs, letting out a small chuckle. 

"Just take a nap. I'll ask Tess 'bout more painkillers, okay?"  You nod, resting your head against his back, closing your eyes. 

"Okay, but know that I 'm still holding onto the IOU about throwing me around Texas."

"Shut the hell up, you're ridiculous." He's quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Bring it up in two weeks, and I'll think about it.

[tired-demonspawn]

im working on something else rn but a lil while ago i made a star wars au, so here you go :)

the main idea is written in the corner but imma tldr it(also i dont trust the upload quality of the pic): set in roughly prequel era robotnik used to be a high up republic special weapons group guy and, as a high up military guy, was assigned a jedi bodyguard, that being stone.

once his inventions got a bit too war-crime-y the republic had him jailed and stone (who fell in love with him) breaks him out and they start being weapons dealers

other misc details under the cut

okay so some of these are mentioned in the pic but i wanted to specify/expand/clarify:

stone never really falls to the dark side, that's actually why he couldn't bleed his own crystal (which let's be completely clear he would be willing to do for robotnik), he simply didnt have the hate and pain necessary to do it. he follows robotnik, his devotion and duty to him is what gives him strength in the force(think knights of zakuul)

to go with his brand, also just to show that he could, robotnik made stone a lightsaber with a black market red kyber crystal... smthn smthn your lightsaber is your life...

i went with orange for his original one because

it provides a nice contrast with the rest of his fit

it goes with robotnik's colour scheme

he simply does not have the temperament of a purple lightsaber, i dunno man the vibes are off

for my fourth reason let me present to you a quick clone wars episode concept:

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(clone wars intro music)(random quote) UNCERTAINTY HAS GRIPPED THE REPUBLIC! the separatists have captured a republic military research vessel along with its scientists and military generals! it is up to only 3 brave jedi to save them.

(i fucked up the tone of the intro guy by the middle, and also i dont really have a 3rd guy i just wrote 3 cuz it seemed like a number they would use)

anyway gimmick clone wars intro aside

robotnik was forced entirely into the military uniform(including non special gloves) for a special scientific military meeting where "even jedi werent allowed" it obviously being a trap robotnik had a few aces up his sleeve, but even so, stone was told to stay on alert, because robotnik was most definitely getting kidnapped.

so when robotnik misses all 3 agreed upon check ins stone contacts the council(hes already somewhere with a lot of jedi, its not just a matter of "he thought it best to report"(and waste precious time that could be spent saving the doctor?) but "he literally cannot take a ship and leave without it raising suspicion"), he basically tells them something like "we cant waste any time arguing, im going. i am closest to the last reported location" so the council sticks 2 more people on him(if it was an actual episode they would most likely be already established, so we could see a "familiar face" interacting with this new character of stone)

anyway they find where did the seps take them because obviously robotnik chipped himself.

with the correct password(that only stone has(not that he knows that hes the only one)) robotnik can be tracked even through hyperspace(not exactly, but it at least gives a general quadrant of space, which ofc after leaving hyperspace gets pin-point accurate)

they get to the base, they sneak around trying to find how to get to the prisoners(because its nice that they have robotniks coordinates to the tenth of a milimetre, but they dont have the base blueprints)

during the dramatic peak of the ep, there's a weirdly menacing moment where the mild mannered jedi knight, that was kinda made fun of the entire episode for being "reduced to an errand boy" can actually swing a lightsaber around pretty well.

and then he unties robotnik, helps him up, asks if hes alright("of course not, imbecile! what took you?" "the tracker wasnt as accurate while in hyperspace as you theorised" "hm. well in any case none of this would happen if it werent for this stupid uniform" "i have a change of clothes prepared for you in the ship") aaannnd the errand boy is back

fast forward, robotnik was both arrested and freed, is now doing his own thing.

the two knights that were with stone in that "initial episode" are snooping around one of robotnik's labs, investigating this new arms dealer. they're on a terminal of some sort and behind them out of focus of the camera a bright orange lightsaber ignites, contrasting sharply against the red/blue tones of the lab.

"you aren't welcome here." the former jedi knight says.

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and scene

so yea hope that last bit sold you on the orange lightsaber bit

originally wanted to post this au with more art attached but alas life had other plans.

anyway if you've read this far i hope you have a nice rest of your day :)

also dont be afraid to ask any questions about this au, i have so many thoughts about it, so im 100% sure i didnt include something i deffo have figured out because i either a) forgor 💀 or b) didnt know how to properly explain a vague feeling about a possible situation

[chenouttachen]

incoming: incomprehensible thoughts about charlie and jeff in ep 7

well. here we are.

my thoughts have been simmering for the past few episodes and now they're boiling over. before we get to today's torment and misery, some highlights that have contributed to our present situation:

charlie taking jeff to the lab, hearing the results and declaring that losing Jeff is not an option. In any situation.

since they've found this family and their place in it, charlie has been able to take on the older brother role in every way - particularly in teasing him and being the person jeff goes to advice

jeff coming to the realisation that, as his powers get more and more out of control, he needs to isolate himself again. especially from the people he loves the most. it was bad enough growing up and seeing their pain, he doesn't want to know what it's like to feel it. and charlie has to stand by and watch his little brother close himself off again, after coming into his own.

when charlie leaves babe after... the incident... jeff tries to be the voice of reason. he knows it rarely ends with charlie listening to him, but he tries his best. charlie also has the sweetest little 'whose little brother are you???' moment and it just cements that if anything, they've become even closer now that everything's behind them (sigh)

(in the process of collecting these screenshots i was reminded that i didn't make any posts about them from eps 2-6 because i was too damn sad)

so now today. episode 7. endless suffering and pain. let's do this.

we've seen the tensions between them rise: jeff has been trying to keep charlie grounded, despite everything going on. but jeff's powers rapidly spiraling out of control has charlie on edge - he's spent years of his life protecting him, and he's not about to lose him, not when he's finally happy. but they're also in a place where they're equals: they share advice (solicited or not), they support each other, and they help each other make hard decisions. or at least, they did until the end of this episode.

at the head of the episode, we've got charlie quitting x-hunter to focus on the drug (allegedly). already we can see guilt weighing heavily on jeff here - he knows that he's a big part of charlie's focus on the lab, and he also knows what a blow this will be to alan.

jeff's not thrilled about this choice, and he takes it directly to charlie, who is kind of stunned, like he doesn't expect jeff to push back so openly. but charlie is also not here for the dramatics.

he's seeing the bigger picture, perhaps too much. he's focused on minimising the circle around him, and trying to ignore the damage that leaves behind. only this leads to charlie having to unravel his motives to distract jeff from alan's heartbreak.

and jeff is jumping on these revelations immediately. he sees the weight of what charlie has decided to shoulder alone, and you can physically see him slump at the realisation that they haven't escaped anything, and that everyone they love is still at risk.

and god, jeff sees right through charlie. he knows immediately that with the increased risk to himself, to x-hunter and especially to babe, there's no way that charlie is going to approach this normally - they faked his death the last time this happened, and jeff was the one who had to pick up the pieces. he tries so hard to break through to charlie, that hey, maybe sacrificing yourself again isn't the best option. but charlie barely hears him. he's so set in his mission to let himself be destroyed in place of his loved ones, that most of what jeff says falls on deaf ears. it's enough though, that it does let babe in later, just a little.

enough time has passed since jeff's last conversation with charlie to know that he clearly hasn't spoken to babe, and jeff has had enough facing all this alone. he watched babe grieve his brother once, and he won't do it again. this doesn't mean he'll throw charlie under the bus, however, because he frames it as something he saw in a vision, rather than a secret that charlie has been keeping alone. he knows that it'll take all of them combined to keep charlie from doing something incredibly stupid. alas...

at the hospital, charlie is all questions at first. he wants to know what's happened, how the visions have progressed, but the longer he looks at jeff, the longer the silence lasts, the clearer it becomes that things are so fucking wrong. jeff isn't seeing him, isn't hearing him; he's stuck in his vision. he's visibly shattered when he realises that despite being awake, jeff is barely in the room with them. it's impossible for him to accept the version of his little brother in front of him. he can't leave him like this.

jeff's condition cracks something in charlie. usually he's the first to offer solutions, to keep the ball rolling and make sure they have a goal. but he can't do that. alan's trying to be optimistic, asking about the drug, putting his faith in charlie. but charlie knows they're not close. not close enough to help jeff. he can't even stand and face them - he sits, barely looking at them.

every second that charlie spends listening to alan talking about sacrificing himself to protect jeff and x-hunter breaks him down further. he knows that jeff would hate that and you can see the exact moment he makes his choice. charlie cannot sit idly by, letting his loved ones suffer, when there's something he can do about it, regardless of what it will cost him.

truly it was sick of them to start this sequence focusing on charlie's hands. this is the first time we've seen him be so intentional with his powers, seen him carry himself with the weight of what his touch can do (and oh, isn't that a fun and heartbreaking parallel with jeff). we also get this shot of charlie looking over jeff in his hospital bed. charlie has surely seen jeff in vulnerable positions before, but this is the first time the younger man has been truly helpless. and charlie has realised that he can help.

he hesitates, because he knows that jeff (rightly) would be pissed about him doing this. he's never used his power on jeff, because jeff explicitly asked him not to. but charlie can't ask jeff for permission right now, and he needs to act, needs to help him. so he takes jeff's power without consent.

jeff, of course, wakes up to this violation of his bodily autonomy. he's horrified by what charlie is doing - both because he's taking the choice away from jeff, but for what it'll mean for charlie. they've always talked it through before, even if charlie doesn't listen. they've been partners, equals, but charlie sacrificing himself in this moment is almost a betrayal of that. charlie is desperate to save his brother, but he forgets that jeff feels the same way. charlie is stripping them both of the chance to face this together. (but god, that shot of their hands together, clinging to each other for all the wrong reasons)

we're left with this shot of our brothers out cold, senses overwhelmed by what's just happened to them. their worlds are going to be irrevocably changed when they wake.

also shout out to jeff's bracelet on the bedside table which literally brought tears to my eyes when i spotted it.

[avalonelf]

Okay I never post but seeing all the misinterpretations of Ragatha and Gangle in the new The Amazing Digital Circus ep made me feel the need to at least put my opinion out there, for whatever it’s worth. Everyone asks for morally grey characters but when given them, they are heavily misjudged and mischaracterised.

So this scene:

Also! Please take into consideration that Ragatha is literally drugged up here. She’s in an altered mental state and would never normally say these things. She probably doesn’t even realise the things she’s saying.

So, notice how Ragatha says ‘Happy mask’ and not ‘Comedy Mask’?.

She is referring to the new mask that Gangle has never had on around them before (which I may also argue altered her mental state too but that’s another can of worms), and also the fact that it’s a MASK. She didn’t say “you’re annoying when you’re happy.” And people interpreting it that way are the same ones saying that Ragatha is too much of a people pleaser and needs to be more honest, which yeah she does! She’s more saying “Not to offend, but right now, you are being quite overbearing and demanding” and considering Ragatha is all loopy and out of it, I’m sure it was just how she was feeling in that moment.

Ragatha is not this secretly evil or nasty person who hates everyone, and Gangle saying to Pomni:

Was not saying that Ragatha is ‘hiding and true feelings and actually doesn’t like me’, it’s more once again Gangle worrying that’s what Ragatha may actually think due to how much of a people pleaser she is and how with this mindset, makes her dishonest. Which yeah! Being a people pleaser is not always a good thing, it can cause this exact situation! This doesn’t mean Ragatha is ‘hiding her true evil feelings’, more so she just not honest when she should be. You can be a critic to someone without being mean, and hopefully Ragatha can learn that.

Once again, what Ragatha said to Gangle is not a nice thing to say to anyone at all, but she is not thinking straight at all and Gangle is literally her boss essentially, or at least supervisor (in this ‘adventure’ setting). Anyone who has worked in retail/fast food or any minimum wage job understands that no matter how much you get along (or don’t) with your supervisor, there’s going to be points where they get on your nerves. Gangle herself is not happy in this episode, she has another mask on and is working a job she doesn’t even want to do! Here is a plain example of this:

Gangle doesn’t even want to do this job, she wants to be a comic artist but she’s been made to believe that it’s just an impossible dream.

I also feel this episode is heavily a direct metaphor on how the capitalist society and how a minimum wage job can just destroy a persons soul and motivation. Coming from someone who has worked this sort of job, your own personal relationships can be negatively affected and even ruined due to work pressure. Whether it’s managers getting in your business or whatnot, work can make people grouchy and harsh in fear of losing their jobs or being criticised or people just being eager to please and get a raise or just words of affirmation from higher ups. Like Jax for example, we don’t know what Gangle did to make him so afraid and make him a shell of his usual self, but once again is showing how jobs such as this can change and affect people deeply.

And also! All you people saying Jax is finally getting a taste of his own medicine and what he deserved, we don’t know what that employee training video was and why Jax reacted the way he did. So be careful with that!

Gangle was not happy this episode, and the ending solidified that for me. She wasn’t taking her mask off and finally feeling free and happy, to me it felt like she was in a manic sort of state and was being so careless that she unintentionally fell into oncoming traffic. As soon as she got out of work and took that work based mask off. I don’t think it was a reflection of her finally taking off her mask and being free, it had very unsettling undertones. Not to mention Cain straight up grading her ‘performance’ including what she did AFTER she clocked out which was quite literally being hit by a truck. Do you see what I’m getting at here? It’s the exact similar situation I have seen where my own supervisors were particularly demanding or grouchy on a day where I wasn’t feeling it, and then they themself regret it or end up getting in some sort of trouble with a higher up when they were just trying to essentially do their job! Also Ragatha was straight up drugged, without consent, due to the materials she was forced to work with!

But yes, I think people are empathising too heavily towards Gangle in thinking how they often have masks up and how much it would hurt if their friends acted this way or if they HAVE in fact acted this way towards you, but I don’t think this is the case here.

I ramble a lot but I hope this got some of my thoughts and interpretations across??

I loved this episode and it’s left me asking so many questions that I’m so curious about and I’m so excited for what future episodes bring!

[le-trash-prince]

What's going on with Tony's body?

So when Kenta and Winner meet Tony in ep 1/2, he's obviously in a wheelchair and looking like he's still recovering. And he also has discolored veins around his jaw, which are all but hidden by his hair

But in the ep 7 flashback where Tony meets Willy prior to the beginning of the season, he looks at least visibly healthy, and he's not even carrying his cane.

In ep 4, he's more energetic, but still in his wheelchair, and this is where we can see the veining around his jaw most clearly.

Notably this is the scene where he stands up for the first time in s2, notably right after Winner kills Manit for him.

In episode 5, Tony's still using his cane, but the discolored veining around his jaw has cleared up. This is also the first time we see him with his hair up, almost like he was self-conscious about his changed appearance. The same goes for episodes 6 and 7- hair up, clear jawline, using his cane.

And in the ep 7 flashback, again, his hair was up, his jaw was clear, but he wasn't using his cane at that time. So at some point between meeting Willy and meeting Kenta & Winner, his health took a turn for the worse.

And prior to meeting Willy, he had obviously been shot by Babe and stabbed twice by Kenta.

So Tony recovered from being almost killed, and then something happened that his health started failing, and then he started recovering again.

To me, the obvious answer is that he's gaining health through death, and I feel like I saw other ppl viewing it this way too (it's just been a while since ep 5) so I don't think I'm stating anything new in this.

And when I say the obvious answer, I don't meant it as a "it's too obvious so it must secretly be something else" bc I think storytellers should tell you the story and lead you into big reveals instead of keeping everything totally secret. I just mean to say that these are the signs I'm personally able to see.

Manit's death felt like a big moment, most especially with the reveal of Tony's striking red-soled Louboutins. Like his feet are covered in blood, like he can only walk if blood has been spilled.

There's also the symbols of death surrounding Tony in all of his taxidermied animals, and the fact that people are often dying in his experiments.

And I think about this a lot, but when he was at his weakest, when he was bleeding out at the end of s1?

Well, other people were dying then, too.

And whether or not Way is truly dead, there were plenty of dead bodies in that room.

I'm pretty certain this is how Tony's powers work, at least based on what we already know, that he's like a vampire in a sense. I'm really mostly posting this to point out that his health has been fluctuating, which I think lays more credence to the theory, and I just want to lay out everything we've seen so far. I do wonder when the trick behind Tony's survival will be revealed, and who it'll be revealed to. It sure is awfully convenient that the one person who already knew all this got his skull smashed in lmfao

ETA: I could be COMPLETELY wrong about this if the flashbacks are meant to be set before he got stabbed, but I also don't know why he would have kept Willy waiting in the wings for that long

[storiesofsvu]

City Views

Rafael Barba x reader warnings: language, smut, oral, a form of cock warming i guess? lol, dirty talking, cum shot. requested: yup. can't remember who lol. Havent written for Barba or watched his eps in a while so hopefully this isn’t ooc.

Rafael was in his home office later than he had originally planned, one thing simply turned into another and another and another, the next thing he knew the small pile of paperwork had become a mountain. Normally this was just a minor frustration, but tonight was supposed to be date night.

When you’d first gotten home you’d checked in, leaving a kiss on the top of his head, asking how long he thought he would be. An hour and a half later and you were back, sliding a glass of scotch onto his desk with a small sigh and a raised brow that silently asked when he was going to close up shop. An hour after that you’d given up hope for stage one, wandering back into the office to place a take out container on his desk, making sure that he at least ate. Every intrusion pulled his focus, causing him to lose his train of thought and have to start all over again, even if you didn’t actually say anything. Which is why when the door creaked open again he let out a huff, his pen lifting up off the paper as he started to speak.

��If you interrupt me one more time so help me god I will—” He completely forgot how to speak when his eyes moved from the paper in front of him to the doorway and his mouth practically started to water.

You’d changed out of your clothes, a simple yet stunning black lace three piece set hugging your skin perfectly, adorned with light pink flowers, though the kicker was Rafael’s favourite shirt draped over your shoulders, hanging open in the front so he could get a glimpse of the lingerie. You let out a small chuckle, sauntering through the room up to the side of his desk and your fingers curled under his chin, closing his mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I...” he started, gulping as his eye swept over your body, lingering on the swell of your chest and you smiled.

“See something you like?”

“I most certainly do.” His hands came to grip your hips, tugging you towards him as they slid up your sides, spreading warmth across your skin, “querida you look amazing, but you know I have to finish this.”

“No one said anything about you stopping.” With a smirk you sunk to your knees, hands spreading his legs so you could settle between them, “I’m sure I can find something to keep me occupied.”

“Christ.” Muttering, he shook his head at you, nudging you backwards slightly so his chair was closer to the desk and he picked up his pen again.

Only a moment later your hands were softly rubbing up and down the inside of his thighs, squeezing every so often and every time he glanced down he had a perfect view of your cleavage, pushed up by the fancy bra, your nipples nearly peaking over the top of the lace. He took a deep breath, feeling himself twitching in his pants already and did his best to focus on the work in front of him.

Your hands continued to rub up his thighs, one of them coming even higher to palm at his cock through his pants and he let out a groan, unable to control his hips rocking toward the touch. You continued to grope him, smirking at the feeling of him starting to get hard, knowing just what kind of an affect you were having on him. Your hands reached up to his belt, undoing the buckle before slipping into his pants, pulling them down a few inches to pull his cock out and he let out a hiss.

You spat into your hand before wrapping it around him, beginning to lazily stroke, letting out a needy whine as he got hard, twitching in your hand. Above you he let out a soft sigh, his eyes briefly closing, fingers clenching around his pen before he attempted to shake out of it.

“You like that?” You asked, a smirk in your voice as your hand tightened around him, squeezing ever so softly and a drop of pre-cum began to leak out of his tip.

“You know I do.” He groaned, hips rocking toward you, thrusting his cock further into your hand.

“If this is too distracting I could always just play with myself…” You teased, your hand leaving him and trailing down your own body. You barely got it to the waist of your panties before Rafael let out a low growl, catching your other wrist in his hand, tugging you closer to him.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, “you know better than that.”

Grinning, you leant forward on your knees, your hands braced on his upper thighs and your tongue darted out to wet your lips, “you want me to suck your cock while you work? Keep you nice and warm and hard until you’re finally ready to fuck me?” You licked a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip, flicking it, lapping up the pre-cum as you did so and he twitched again, “stretch my pussy out, fuck me nice and deep, filling me up completely.” Your words were accented by kisses along his shaft, sucking at the sensitive skin, “I’m wet already just thinking about it.”

Rafael’s free hand tangled into your hair, redirecting your mouth so he could drive his cock between your lips, “then get to work.”

“Mmmhm.” You mumbled back, slowing sinking down on his cock until the tip of it hit the back of your throat.

You held yourself there, tongue drawing patterns across his cock, tracing the veins as you moaned around him, sucking him deeper into your mouth, feeling him throb. You hollowed your cheeks, relaxing your throat so he could press even further into you. You could hear the scratching of his pen as he scribbled through whatever he was working on, but you could also hear that his breathing was getting laboured. Rafael began to shift uncomfortably in his seat, your mouth incredibly warm and wet around him, holding him there, tickling at his cock with your tongue. He twitched inside your mouth, letting out a quiet swear when you moaned around him, the vibration enough to make him stall in his words. You could feel the drool pooling in the corners of your mouth beginning to leak out of your lips, smearing around the base of his cock and you finally pulled off, taking a gasping breath.

Your hand replaced your lips, stroking up and down his length while your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them into your mouth, your tongue toying with them. A groan left your lips as you rubbed your thighs together, pussy pulsing around nothing, eager for Rafael’s cock to fill you up. Your mouth slipped off his balls, a string of drool connecting the base of his cock to your lips and you glanced up at him with a smirk when you felt his eyes on you.

“God you’re so pretty like this…” he mumbled, his hand caressing your cheek gently, thumb tracing the outline of your lips and you were quick to suck it into your mouth. “Such a good little cock sucker.”

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, causing you to chase after it, your lips landing on the head of his cock when he wrapped his hand around it, redirecting it into your mouth before his hand moved to the back of your head. He guided you up and down, pressing ever so lightly on your head when you deep throated him, setting up a languid pace for you to bob on his cock. As relaxed as you were, you weren’t afraid to start to make a bit of a mess, spit slicking his length, coating your lips, smearing across the crotch of his pants, a bit of drool dripping down your chin.

Rafael could feel his heart racing in his chest, the sounds coming from below him were driving him absolutely wild and he knew by the way you’d began rocking your hips in time with your bobbing that your pussy was completely drenched. His writing was getting sloppier and he knew he was going to have trouble reading it in the morning, but the thoughts of work were slowing slipping from his mind as the only thing he began to worry about was the feeling of you choking on his dick. He managed another sentence before tossing down his pen and letting out a louder moan, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes.

You pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, a small giggle escaping your wet lips, “finished?”

“Something else came up.” He muttered, smirking down at you and you chuckled, still stroking him.

“Certainly did.” With a wink you wrapped your lips around his cock again, picking up the pace as his hips began to rock up to meet your mouth, hands tangling into your hair again. You took him as deep as you could, hands massaging his balls and he grunted, throbbing in your mouth before he finally pulled you off, leaving you panting.

“If you keep that up you’re gonna make me come.” His hands slid down to your shoulders, yanking you up and into his lap, where his hand found its way between your legs, cupping your heat, “and considering you’ve ruined these panties it would be a waste to not feel that gorgeous pussy.”

With a quick smirk Rafael leant in, catching your lips in a kiss, groaning over the taste of himself in your mouth as your tongues quickly started rolling against one another. His arms wound around you, holding you close as he stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You couldn’t resist grinding your clothed cunt against his hard on, your panties dampening from both sides now. He crossed the room to the couch across from his desk, gently dropping you onto it.

“Why don’t you get rid of that excuse for underwear?” He asked, his hands making quick work of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor behind him.

Your hands reached up behind your, un clasping the bra and tossing it aside, “you could just pull them to the side?”

“God you’re feeling dirty tonight, aren’t you?” Rafael grinned, stepping toward you so he could cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you let out a happy sigh that morphed into a moan when he pinched at them, gripping the flesh harder.

“Got bored,” your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play with your tits, “watched a few videos…”

“And were you touching yourself?”

“Only over my panties.”

“Good girl.” His hands left your chest, one cupping your cheek to direct you into a kiss before he shoved his pants down, “now get up on your knees and turn around.”

You eagerly did as asked, bracing yourself on the back of the couch and sticking your ass out as Rafael dimmed the lights in the room, making the view through the darkened window come a little more to life. Stories above the city streets below, the skyline full of sparkling lights, night sky twinkling with stars, you were high enough there was a very little chance of anyone seeing you, but the thrill was still there and sent shivers through your body. Rafael’s hands soothed up your thighs, pulling your cheeks apart before his fingers slipped into your thong, pulling it off to the side to expose your glistening pussy.

“God you’re just fucking drenched.” He muttered, bending over you to swipe his tongue through your folds, pulling a gasp from your lips as he sucked on your cunt for a moment, growling at the taste of your juices. “Always so sweet querida.” Two of his fingers easily sunk into you and you couldn’t help but push back onto them, whining as your eyes fluttered shut and he chuckled, “and already ready for me… you really are needy tonight.”

“Raf.. please…” Your head fell forward onto your forearms, practically panting in need as his fingers danced across your body, a feather light touch on your skin that left fire in its tracks.

“God you’re so hot when you beg.” He replied, hand wrapping around his cock as he guided it your leaking cunt.

He rutted against you, cock sliding through your folds, smearing your juices all along it and you let out a long moan, body shaking as wetness leaked out of you. It wasn’t a want, it was a need, your pussy absolutely throbbing, your clit swollen and sensitive, twitching every time his dick rubbed past it. He finally gave you some relief when the head of his cock nudged at your cunt and your body relaxed, a sigh escaping your lips as he sunk deeper into your heat inch by inch.

“Fuck…” You groaned, pushing your hips back toward him, making sure every inch of him was fully seated inside your throbbing cunt.

“You’re squeezing me so tight already, shit.”

Rafael braced his hands on your hips, starting to pull his cock out until only the tip was left inside you before he sunk all the way in again, moaning right along with you. You were perfect, pussy fitting him like a fucking glove, pulsing around him like heaven, just the way he craved, the way he loved. He couldn’t help but set a steady pace, knowing you were both so riled up already he didn’t want to waste time but also didn’t want to come instantly. Each thrust of his hips were met with a little squeak or whimper from you, the harder ones earned moans, soft swears, his name tumbling from your lips like a sweet prayer.

“S-so good.” You groaned out, gripping the back of the couch harder when Rafael circled his hips, cock hitting every spot of your walls.

“Take me so well.” He husked, picking up the pace, a hand sliding up your back until it tangled into the roots of your hair, tugging your head up so you could see the faint reflection in the dark window.

“Fuck…”

“Like that don’t you?” He chuckled, “bet you wish they could see how you take my cock, hmm? How messy this little pussy is? God you’re dripping down your thighs that’s how much you like the way I fuck you, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed out, a strangled moan breaking free from your throat, “ ‘m close…so close…”

Rafael knew what you were begging for, and he knew he wasn’t far behind you, hand winding around you to find your clit, pads of his fingers rubbing at it, pressing harder with each circle. You were slick with wetness, clit hard and throbbing under his fingers while your pussy pulsed around his cock, juices coating it, squelching noises and the sound of skin on skin bouncing off the walls of the room.

“Come for me querida, come all over my cock.” He grunted, feeling himself throb inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, stuttering against yours as you cried out, pussy clamping down around him as your juices dribbled out, leaking down your thighs.

“Fuck!”

It was only a second later that he groaned, his hips hitting yours, cock deep inside your cunt as his cum shot out of him, coating your walls and you let out another whimper at the sensation. He squeezed at the base of his dick, making sure to fill you with as much cum as he could, your pussy milking every last drop out of him. He dropped his torso over yours, holding you flush to him as he panted, messy kisses pressed to the back of your shoulders as your bodies trembled together.

“Oh my god…” He mumbled and you laughed softly, shifting to collapse to the couch underneath him, whining when his cock slipped from you.

“Still mad about the interrupting?” You asked with a smirk as you rolled over and it was his turn to laugh.

“Absolutely not.”

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[cassi0pei4]

A few thoughts on The Gilded Age trailer

Putting it below a cut for images and also vague spoiler-y thoughts on the Season 3 trailer. Let's all speculate wildly to stay sane.

We know that George is in Arizona for (most? all of?) episode 1 and that Bertha has Gladys' portrait painted to prepare for the Duke's re-arrival in New York. It seems very likely that Ep 1 is winter of 1883, as evidenced by the snow ball fight promo images and the one of Marian in a fur-lined jacket.

Here's my guess at an episode 2 sequence with the "set your mind to it" and "children's marriage" lines from George. I'm guessing George comes back from Arizona in time for the Duke's arrival and this is the welcome back dinner, with George at the end of it interrogating Bertha once the dinner is over. It seems as though she gets him on her side of things (at least temporarily), and that later (same ep? ep 3?) we get this sequence.

These frames are from promo images, the teaser and the trailer, here listed in my approximated order. It appears that Bertha prepares Gladys for the idea of the Duke proposing, Gladys pushes back against George, but George then holds his ground (maybe something like, "your mother thinks it's best/I urge you to hear out the duke and consider him") and then Gladys changes dress for the portrait reveal, only for Hector to propose to her just before it. (That scene has to be before the reveal given that the necklace is in tact.) In the wide shot you can see Gladys standing next to the Duke in the center of the group and we get a shot of George studying her expression before the necklace breaks.

Alright, now we've got two images that I'm saying are definitely Gladys' wedding. In the front two rows of the wide shot you can see Bertha and then her sister behind her, with Bertha in the same outfit as the promo image. If you zoom all the way in on that wide shot you can see a man with a George-like beard at the front of the procession, presumably walking Gladys down the aisle with the bridesmaids behind her. Judging by the flowers and overall costumes, I think it's safe to say this is spring or summer. (I'm guessing 1884, but I guess we could have a very long engagement if the Duke has other plot and has to go back to England or something and which would make this 1885.)

Two other sets of scenes worth noting.

Here we have Marian in her "twirling in the gardens with Larry" dress with both of then talking to Agnes with her rebellion line and what appears to be the Russells toasting Larry or Larry and Marian. This could be spring/summer of 1884 or 1885, depending on which comes first, Gladys' marriage or more of them courting (or all at once). Notably that looks like the new character, Alfred Merrick with the Russells, who they invite over in hopes of charming for some business deal (for Larry and Jack? or for George's transcontinental railroad?).

Finally, we've got all the faves in the Van Rhijn household looking cross, almost certainly at Ward McAllister. You can see his tell-all book in blue on the coffee table in front of Mrs. Astor (the label matches the image we get of the cover from other scenes.) Given Mrs. Fish's fur, I'm guessing this is winter, at least of 1884 but more likely 1885 or later. The actual book wasn't published until 1890 so unless we have a BIG time jump they're cheating here, but presumably Nathan Lane wants to peace out, so they're shifting things up a bit. This suggests the book timeline is later in the season.

[supremefloof]

YOU....

e-soul, what's his deal? spoilers for ep.4 and 5 trailer - big analysis post. ~1300 words

so, the slight difference in colors DOES matter. I thought they were just like, time-related or maybe changed based on if powers were being used, but no. interestingly we have seen both these designs in 3d/canon - the gray one in the trailers and the blue/yellow one in episode 3.

i think it's safe to say that at least in some way, Blue and Gray are two different entities, but a ton of other Crazy Director Li Bullshit is totally possible alongside this.

he's got some kind of themes with duality. yk, just maybe. easiest answer is that "oh he's got an evil half" but that seems too straightforwards? i find it really interesting that in ep.3, his "nemesis" that firm man kills on accident looks like him! presumably on purpose for some aesthetic reason.

Section 1: the random guy from the trailer!

off the new episode preview, it seems like the pov we follow is gonna be some guy who also becomes e-soul, somewhat similar to nice. most likely, he becomes Blue E-soul.

in episode 3, Firm Man is called to help out E-soul who is listed with "mighty glory" despite him being with Treeman. so organizations do work together to some extent? put a pin in this!

he looks like such a loser... and notably he has all his limbs intact whereas gray e-soul has fake arm(s?).

we get a good bit of his backstory:

Gray E-soul probably saved him - while being incredibly sus and murdery.

so, no way to know if this guy even LIKES e-soul. he either idolizes him or he's traumatized.

i mean. he does follow his example, so maybe he got inspired, but im getting ahead of myself

He's got a friendship with some little kid who looks like Lin Ling! they could be brothers - maybe this is the answer to what happened to Lin Ling's family after he faked his death? this would also affect L0 in hindsight because he's not just a "normal guy". this could also just be some other kid.

Section 2: OG E-soul

straight-up, Gray E-Soul is probably old. hella old. maybe even pre-commission, whatever the "commission" is. he's described as a "hero of legend".

Gray E-soul seems morally gray as well, seen by how he's totally killing those guys in front of a child. which, TOTALLY made me instantly think: what if Gray E-soul isn't even an actual hero (unlikely) but instead just Blue E-soul's inspiration. OR vice-versa. maybe his methods are really brutal/controversial. maybe he's retiring.

something related to this might be the cause of this line:

E-soul also has associations with the cross! i'm not religious and I don't know what that symbolizes, but it did set off analysis alarm bells.

ALSO. this could be interpreted heavily as a cross, but i see it more as a four-point star thingy. which idk what that could mean on it's own, except i dont have to because

X is already associated with this! and also, associated with THIS GUY, who e-soul fights in the pv!

Section 3: Zero + Singularity Theory

I'll call him Zero because that's the only name we got. it's possible "gray e-soul" is actually Zero and blue e-soul is e-soul but... idk doubt it. this guy has a ton of religious imagery. loads. they seem to be like... black hole related?

Zero seems to have this false savior kind of vibe in their creepy human form. in general, they seem a lot more large-scale + cosmic than anyone we've seen so far (except X, maybe?)

the first concept I thought of was the technological singularity.

wikipedia blurb that explains everything actually:

"The technological singularity—or simply the singularity[1]—is a hypothetical point in time at which technological growth becomes uncontrollable and irreversible, resulting in unforeseeable consequences for human civilization.[2][3] According to the most popular version of the singularity hypothesis, I. J. Good's intelligence explosion model of 1965, an upgradable intelligent agent could eventually enter a positive feedback loop of successive self-improvement cycles; more intelligent generations would appear more and more rapidly, causing a rapid increase ("explosion") in intelligence which would culminate in a powerful superintelligence, far surpassing all human intelligence.[4]"

this could be relevant because E-soul is literally like. electric and cyborg, but also! A singularity is the thing we theorize to be at the center of a black hole.

the singularity is increasingly talked about especially regarding AI, and the point where AI becomes self-sufficient/aware. This could be really juicy commentary, and personal character angst for og e-soul if he ends up not being totally organic and super duper old.

something something singularity -> technology -> X

The singularity could be good, or bad. paired with E-soul's duality theme, and X's weird 1 frame cutaway with this guy in the opening, well.

X can break the fourth wall. for a character in a story, isn't awareness kind of like the Ultimate Knowledge? ultimate intelligence - like a singularity. whoever holds the title of X gets stronger and stronger every year, with the popularity of Heroes increasing and people constantly getting stronger. I think this is the cycle where X has reached a turning point.

X is also constantly seen on electric billboards and drinking his drinks lmfao. that theory where he's a mascot, omg i can't find it in all the posts but credit to that person @warabito!! it's been living in my head rent free. if X is a created hero that would certainly fit this!! literal singularity.

explosions - Zero, but also the sudden explosion in trust value for X.

Meanwhile, I think Zero is the reason for the commission. X and Zero might be associated because they are narrative foils? @awkwardambivert789 said that X could want to tear down the Hero system. in this way -wanting to destroy heroes- they could be similar! also Zero is eclipse associated and dark, while X is all white

this is total speculation atp, but I think that Gray E-soul could be the reason for the system as we know it in some shape or form. when people say "we're all counting on you, E-soul" in the PV, I think that's a singular, utterly extraordinary instance where E-soul gets insanely powerful for one moment to defeat somebody outside his weight class. He prevents the singularity (using a four-point star thing!!), but is also a shining example that people can point to for the Trust Value system. again total speculation though.

Section 4: Speculation on Blue vs. Gray

I think this is a case where Gray E-soul is alive, but retired. like, maybe this is an instance where people KNOW Blue is Not The Same as Gray. This would explain why a supposed "legend" is not X but instead #9 below a dog with a hat 💀

Okay, I think it's fair to say that Gray E-Soul is a little messed up + in need of therapy. that's why it's SO INSANELY INTERESTING that BLUE E-SOUL KILLS MOON. he saw OG e-soul killing people and said "bet"

DOESN'T TREEMAN HELP U OUT? IS LIN LING OKAY???? WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO HER. AREN'T YOU A GOOD GUY? LOOK, EPISODE 3 HE'S A GOOD BOY

Director Li does this thing where he really, REALLY likes to withhold information and mislead the viewer (very rarely to the detriment of the material, but often just makes it really nail-biting and hooks you to the next episode. Link Click is very similar!). this is where what we know presents LOTS of interesting directions, but no concrete, probable paths.

Maybe E-Soul did it in some part because they know Lin Ling. Maybe this is because the Treeman boss said he'd handle the Moon problem, and sent both a hero to publicly rescue Moon AND a hero to straight up make her Actually Dead since Mighty Glory has been shown to collaborate with Treeman.

The Treeman boss is like. totally part of Spotlight right...? maybe that's how they found Moon, like w/ the power of fear the same way they found Enlighter's reddit cave

maybe if we take E-Soul's PV at face value, then Blue and Gray are enemies! it could be that Gray sees Blue as their personal demon or something like that, seeing how Blue makes Gray's modern armor crack. fear of replacement, or Gray doesn't like the kind of person Blue is?

the theme of replacement could be applied to tbhx as a whole.

All this loss of life + killing and edgy history... somebody ship them with ghostblade i don't make the rules

thanks for coming to my ted talk!

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - I'm treading water and so is BL

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2025 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 12 end - I love this show so much.  So sweet. I adored it when Rak (FINALLY!) took the initiative! 

Conclusion

As pulps go this is right up there with my favorite if all time, My Ride, but for different less complex reasons. This is a relatively simple, old school, endearingly soft story of a fake relationship between a sunshine sweetie and an older reserved rich kid who slowly fall in love. Its soft gentle low-stakes leans into everything I personally love about Thai BL. It’s a warm fuzzy robe of a show. 9/10 

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - Thame is the poutyest of pouty babies. I love the ribbing that he got from his group the next morning (that wasn't). That said when we got a kiss it was a VERY GOOD kiss. This is a very me truly great show that I’m enjoying so much. 

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - I really can’t fault the chemistry with this pair. From kissing to making out they're awesome at ALL OF it. I like the twist (that there is not parallel world jsut the edge of insanity). It's delusional and sus and obsessive and very "seme who missed his meet cute with his uke" and is being forced by a narrative to fast forward. So 90s yaoi. Can Mame push this edge in the right way? Doubtful. But BossNoeul will make it fun for us to watch no matter how questionably messy it gets.

(Yes, there IS a "right way.")

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - fun penultimate episode.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 15 of 24 - It's fine. Even cute. I think I like PerthSanta better than ForceBook but I really want the next pair the most. 

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - Enter my least favorite trope of all time, the amnesia trope. Also random doctor couple. This show is nothing if not erratic. 

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 3 or 10 - ugh

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 5 of 12 - Is this punishment for how good Cherry Magic Thailand was?

Gelboys (Weds iQIYI) ep 1 of 7 - it started but I didn't realize so I'll catch up next week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - I adore them so much, these two sad desperate horny cheating boys. Lube! Argh. Please! The stark lack of affection in this show is about as dry and painful as the sex must have been. But, its all very tense and I kinda love it's minimalistic angst. 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 8 of 12 - what a pity, just throwing away that cute color matched BDSM set. Ever 4 is SO CUTE when he smiles, but he would have been cuter smiling and holding that red bullwhip.

Heart Stain (Korea Weds IQIYI) eps 1-2 of 8 - I like it! It’s Korea doing its all-time favorite trope, the love triangle, but an interesting take. One boy is in love with his teacher but his best friend is in love with him. Let the drama commence.

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) eps 5 of 9 - Such a great brother relationship! My goodness the courage on that kid. Also, they jumped into the sack fast, even for Taiwan.

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 1 - A new VBL that is actually quite fluffy and charming. It is extremely lightweight but I’m enjoying that aspect. I like Vietnamese comedy more than Thai, I think.

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 1 of 8 - From the same people sho did Seoul Blues. I like it but this studio isn't vested in HEA so I'm wary. 

FC Soldout (Korea Thurs iQIYI) eps 1-4 of 8 - Huh. Interesting. The premise is kinda fun, even if (you know me) I never like obsessed fans. Creeps me out. That said, everyone is surprisingly gay for a KBL - like gay GAY. I know that’s a weird thing for me to say in a BL, but Korea is usually awfully het about their BL.

Anygay, of course I already like the side couple best. The gruff team captain and the pretty idol with a sad past win. WIN WIN. Give me an entire show about them please.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 18 of 20 - (the end is in sight, but sheesh!) it was OK because mostly it was all the friends over at the house and doing stuff together. But still not a lot is happening.

It's airing but......

I Will Turn Back Time (China Gaga) 6 eps - It’s Chinese, no idea if it will end well or not. But it’s the stepbrothers trope. Still, I’m not gonna watch it until it’s done.

In Case You Missed it

End of year wraps are here!

2024 Trend Report

MY BEST & WORST BLs of 2024

Best Kisses (and sex scenes) of 2024

BL's 2024 Quirky Awards

2024 Awards - Quick Picks

Next Week Looks Like This:

Like last week we already in the middle, I promise I should be back on schedule soon. You'll get you calander image then.

2/14 Exclusive Love (Taiwan Gaga) trailer - Shy aspiring singer inherits funeral business.

2/14 The Last Time (Thailand WeTV) trailer - from 2024, not sure about this one, looks dark.

2/21 Bali Hai (Thailand ????) no MDL listing, only rumors, unsure on deets.

2/27 Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) - Stars Wei's Kim Jun Seo. Adapted by Cradle Studio (Kakao). About clever and resourceful Daon who has worked hard to overcome being poor. His cheap ways annoy his coworker, Sunghyeon but after “an incident” with his parents, Daon grows closer to him. But Daon also has feelings for his former tutor. This has the signs of a classic Kdrama all over it: Office setting, love triangle, lead suffering for his self-actualization. I’m optimistic about a longer treatment.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Such beautiful surrender (Your Sky).

Yeah all the build up for some great payout, thanks ThamePo.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

I need to give Cyberverse wildwheel love and affection >:(

holy, is he underrated, couldn't find a single image of him on Pinterest so i took an ss from the episode and decided to roll with that. AND HIS VOICE IS SO FINE… i may or may not have a thing for cowboys… (arthur morgan effect)

♡ [TFC] WILDWHEEL HCs

scenario: every Decepticon has that one Autobot they go after religiously, whether its out of spite or for the love of the game and for you, that bot was him.

setting: starts off with Autobot Wildwheel and then to the aftermath of EP 20

— You never really thought much about him, you knew him as just another Autobot. An interesting one, that's for sure with a penchant charm and thirst for teasing you back. As a rather… Flirtatious ‘Con, most of the Autobots you hit on in the battlefield rarely ever care or are just baffled at your audacity. But not that one Autobot, no. Maroon and orange; he was quite the looker. So you couldn't really resist. Not to mention his voice. He struck you back every flirt for another one. As if he was daring you to take it further.

You had managed to isolate one puny Autobot away from the rest of his group, the seekers were after them while you were trying to get this bot but he's slippery and fast. It didn't help his alt could help him fly.

“Pfft- Nice shot!” You laugh as he misses again, aiming for him from the sky. Your null ray shoots but ultimately, the mech dodges it with ease. He's quite agile and he did almost get your wing.

“Could say the same for you.” He let out a gruff mutter as his blaster reloads. You transform from jet to bipedal, standing atop of an old energon storage warehouse as you aim below— a high ground advantage. The bot mutters a curse under his ex-vent as he prepares to take aim from below, using the nearby building's walls as cover.

“You know, it's a sparkdamn shame you're not a Decepticon. Would've had a ton of fun with you.” The suggestiveness in your tone isn't lost and it makes him pause behind the wall, enough time for you to notice a slight bit of his servo sticking out and shoot at him once more as he's distracted. But you miss. Again.

“Eh. Purple wouldn't suit me, sweetspark.” He laughs as he moves away, dodging your shot swiftly. The nickname makes you pause and he takes aim, firing. And this time he manages to get your wing. Frag. You grit your denta.

“You're one of those wilder ones, huh?” You mutter out with disdain, ducking below as you work on your wing. This mech- He could fly up here and finish you off! Frag.

“Well, they don't call me Wildwheel for nothing.” But instead of deactivating you, Wildwheel uses the time you're taking to fix your wing to escape from you to rejoin with his group. You groan in disappointment.

At least you had a designation to look out for on the field next time.

— You'd repeatedly go after him on the battlefield after that. Hit on him, get hit on the back. Both an actual hit from his blaster and a flirt. It was sort of routine at some point. You even had Dirge and Ramjet wonder if there was anything between you two. But of course, you denied it. And they believed it. Only because of your reputation.

— It was tough to isolate the sharpshooter, he was always with the Prime most of the time. Either him or Jazz. But thankfully, Prime was too busy making hate with Megatron most of the time to notice you. And Megatron assumed you were getting the irksome Autobot away from their fight to make it more convenient for him.

— You were like a walking talking Decepticon advert, not even those Pre-War recruiters were after him the way you were trying to get him to join the Decepticons.

— But some day, he stopped showing up. And… no one seemed to care. You'd often just sour over the battlefield, looking to see some trace of him. Especially when you got the Earth and heard that the Ark was here. Where in Primus’ name was that mech? Time went by and you just assumed some other ‘Con deactivated him before you could get a proper audience with him. A damn shame. You hate saying this but man, did you miss him.

— So imagine your surprise when you're with your helm on the counter after downing another glass of fine high grade and someone with that exact same smooth, gruff voice takes a seat next to you, ordering something. Kroaton city has a decent oil house; obviously not as good as old Macadam's but hey, you can't have everything.

You turn your helm to the side lazily, a spark of recognition flickering as you look at the bot sitting right next to you. The other ‘Cons seemed to have left the bar upon his arrival, you wonder why. Either way, you're not scared of this stranger. You turn back to your rest without giving him so much as a word of acknowledgement.

“That's awful rude of you.” The mech speaks, taking a swing of high grade and then letting out a sigh of relief. The mug hitting the counter with a thud.

“...you seem familiar.” You say slowly sitting up, definitely not very happy about having your nice stasis nap interrupted. You stretch your servos up, relaxing on the barstool. The fact that you sense a hint of familiarity between the two of you, despite all he's been through makes him smile faintly. Not even that Optimus could tell who he was but his old arch-nemesis could.

“I've seen you somewhere before, haven't I?” You look over at him relaxed, propping your helm up in one servo against the counter.

The mech in a pancho just hums.

“Mm. Well, I remember a certain someone promising me a drink back at The Battle For Helex.”

“...Wildwheel?” Your optics widen a bit but you get your surprise under control. You study his current state— rugged, in a handsome way, a lot more rough and gruff, definitely been through something but the Decepticon insignia over his frame catches your optics and it makes you smile.

“Oh, I thought purple didn't match well over maroon.” You snicker, leaning in closer to him with piqued interest. He just takes a deep in-vent.

“Eh, you gotta try something new once in a while, sweetspark.” He takes another swing, not keen on telling you the real reason yet.

“So this a date then?”

“Whoa, hold your horses,” He chuckles as he's done taking a swing, putting the glass down with a thud onto the counter while his optics study you, taking note of every minor bit of your mannerisms and demeanor. There's a moment of silence as he stares at his glass, picking out his next words carefully.

“You did say you'd buy me a drink so consider this a date.”

— Wildwheel didn't know what to expect when he met you again but the fact that your first instinct was to try to hit on him told him everything he needed to know. Not that he's complaining. Might as well hit it off. He's a Decepticon now. He could use someone to show him around.

— The two of you usually spend time at the energon bar, sharing stories about your life. It's probably where he tells you how the Autobots abandoned him and left him for scrap. You would feel bad and a part of you does sympathize but you've been left behind a lot by your Decepticon ‘comrades’. Again, you can see why that'd hurt an Autobot more though. After all, they're whole gig was honesty, trust and all that slag.

— Wildwheel definitely has the wildest stories to share; from being outlaws in the wild west with a gang (some Vander Lind something gang) to working as a mercenary to bandits. He's certainly gone bad but it's kind of… appealing in a way, especially to a Decepticon. Not like you'd say that to him

— He's either got the best tolerance or the worst. Wildwheel has travelled the galaxy at this point, he's tried just about every fuel substance you could think of so he's relatively okay. Either that or he's got the worst because he hasn't seen a nice mug of energizing high grade in stellar-cycles.

— It would take some time for your relationship to progress past drinking together at energon bars and just walking together. At some point, the outlaw acts to you the way those cowboys do in those old movies. Taking your servo when you're walking down something, opening the door for you— these mannerisms are foreign to Cybertron and you have no idea where he's got these from. The influence of his time during the Wild West has yet to leave him, it's even affected his voice but hey, at least it makes it sort of attractive.

— He definitely has abandonment and trust issues. Wildwheel will be reluctant to let you in too close to his spark. So most of his affections are restricted to words and acts of service. Maybe gifts if he's feeling generous. Nothing too fancy though, usually some trinkets he's got from all his adventures.

— At some point, you're Bonnie to his Clyde. The two of you get missions from Megatron and work together well, you've got his back and the more patrolling duty you get with him, the closer the two of you seem to get.

— The two of you test out each other's aims, target practice with Wildwheel! You're left speechless to see how much better he's gotten with a blaster, literally speechless and he's got a smirk.

— At some point, he does start getting physical. Wildwheel will come out of nowhere and wrap his servos around your waist, pulling you closer against his front from behind you.

— Wildwheel introduces you to many new things. One of which is waltz, another little thing he picked up on back in the Wild West. He's no tap dancer and he didn't really have any dancing partners back them but he did witness his human compatriots dance. So he decides to show you how to waltz.

— He adores your compliments and physical touch. If he could, he'd surgically attach your servos to his frame. And if he'd known how nice it felt to have a bot cup your face and kiss you slow and senseless, he might've taken your offer to be a ‘Con much sooner. And please, do that more often with him. Crawl up on his lap and kiss him when he's having a bad day. Please.

— Give him a nice massage while you're at it cause his frame is worn, been a while since he's gotten proper maintenance.

— When I tell you this mech is a smooth talker, he is the smooth talker. He's got this bad habit of making you flustered by muttering sweet nothings in a low tone against your audials just to see your face all heated up and vents puffing out some steam.

— Not much of a cuddler but he likes wrapping his servos around you when the two of you recharge, closest you'll get to actual cuddles. He prefers taking stasis naps with you; recharge on top of him or next to him and he's happy. He likes having you close. He's a very low and easy-going mech.

— Definitely easily jealous but he hides it well. Way too well.

— Those two coneheads are probably laughing knowing they were right the whole time about you and Wildwheel back when he was an Autobot. You did have a thing for him. But your pride never let you admit it.

— Wildwheel is definitely getting more and more attached to his new Decepticon partner. More than he'd care to admit.

I HOPE I DID THIS WELL!!! i love writing for underrated characters! cyberverse has so many of them... Sky-Byte, Wildwheel, Mediastorm, Astrotrain, Deadend

[renren-006]

Baby Girl | Joel Miller x fem reader!

plot: plot with implied smut

a/n: i’m sooo sorry, but good lord joel! also warning spoiler but Pedro singing in ep 6 literally made me crash out

The first time you saw Joel Miller was while you were working a job in the QZ. There he was, some 50-year-old man walking around like he had no mind to how attractive he was. You watched him walk down the street, unaware of your staring, or at least you thought so. You are young, not too young, but enough of an age difference between the two of you that you knew the way you were looking at him would normally be considered weird.

Joel had seen you long before he caught your eye. He often found himself looking for you as you walked around the QZ, his eyes tracing your body wherever you went. Tess would always make comments about his interest in younger women just to piss him off. Both of you ended up watching each other far more than ever talking—that was until one day Joel did.

You lost sight of him while he was walking, so you jogged a bit to find where he went. You stopped before the turn, realizing how weird you were following him.

“Ya know, if you're going to track me, you might want to get better at it,” Joel said from behind you. You stood still, like a statue, watching him walk around you to face each other. “Are you good there, baby girl?”

“Oh…uh… yeah,” you said, at a loss for words after the name call slipped from his mouth. He smiled, knowing he had got you where he wanted you.

“I’m Joel,” the Texan accent came out strong.

“I know,” you told him. “I…know a lot about you.”

“Oh, do you…well, it just so happened I know a lot about you too,” he told you, smirking and placing his hands on his hips. The move almost made you lose your mind. How he moved, smirked, and talked sent your body into a frenzy. Now tell me what business did you have to follow me to the back of the QZ?”

“Oh... I kinda just wanted to watch you. I really didn’t mean to look like a stalker,” you told him, arms up, trying to defend yourself from looking like a creep. You honestly had no intention of following him this far, but once you got your mind set on just watching Joel Miller, autopilot turned on. Joel kept his stance, smirking down at you. God, this man.

“good,” Joel said, moving closer to you, almost a breath away, before he reached for your hand and led you down the street. It was late in the QZ, so most people were heading off the roads as you walked back toward the other side of the QZ. Joel took your words from one of the apartment buildings, away from most of the military watch, up the stairs, and into his apartment. It was cozy, quiet, and smelled entirely of Joel. He watched as you looked around the place.

“Like it?” Joel asked from the kitchen.

“It seems like you,” you told him, turning back to face the kitchen. Joel was grabbing two glasses and setting out his whisky. He motioned for you to sit. "You do know if you keep me here, I won’t be able to head home before the lockdown.”

“was kinda hoping you wouldn’t go home” he said. he kept his face hung low before slowly peeking. glance up at you. you were shocked and a bit flustered.

“I guess…that’s fine,” you told him, taking the drink set out for you. The night slowly led to Joel getting bolder and bolder. First, with his hands on your thighs, then in your hair, and soon all over. He was a leader, never letting you help or do anything other than be in bliss underneath him. The man worshiped you as he pounded into you over and over. Waves of euphoria and pleasure were all you felt for the hours this man took to make you feel good. Never once did he want you to do any more than look good underneath you; he got his own pleasure out of watching you moan and wiggle under him. Joel put his thick Texan accent and calloused hands to good use on you, making the entire night more serious. To think you had been watching and crushing on him from afar to now being with him...you wondered how the end of the world turned out so good.

Morning came too fast, letting the light spill over the two of you, barely covered by his blankets. Joel was right; you didn’t go home that night, and it started a trend.