#like i would ride and die for cowboy like me

[lonely-ey3s]

Ride or Die | Chapter Four

pairing: rodeo/cowboy!joel miller x f!reader

chapter summary : Your relationship with Joel starts to grow as conflict arises. This causes him to step up in more ways than one - wanting to take care of you and protect you from those who want to hurt you.

chapter warnings: fluff, slow burn-ish, angst, Joel pre-outbreak and pre Sarah. Joel and reader are mid to late 20's. Joel speaks Spanish (translations will be there), reader has a somewhat emotionally abusive father, gaslighting, racism, family conflict, harassment, emotionally abusive ex, SMUT (18+ MDNI).

word count: 9.9k

a/n: as a reminder, chapters will be every other sunday-- alternating with heartlines !!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune

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“Knock knock!” Will chuckled. “Como dices: Public indecency?” as he said mockingly.

You freeze, body still tangled in Joel’s lap, heart slamming into your throat.

That voice — his voice — slices through the moment like a rusty blade. You feel Joel stiffen beneath you. Not in the way he was a second ago. This is different.

He doesn’t look at you. He just exhales, slow and tight, and murmurs, “Get in the passenger seat, baby.”

You hesitate. “Joel we—”

“Now.”

His tone isn’t angry at you. But it’s a warning — not to you but for what’s about to happen.

You scramble back into the seat, dress tugged down over your thighs, heart pounding. Joel shoves his door open with a loud creak and steps out onto the gravel lot.

The cool night air rushes in and swirls the scent of sweat, cologne, and heat around you before the door slams shut again.

Through the windshield, you see Will leaning against his piece-of-shit truck that’s now parked in front of Joel’s, headlights annoyingly shining into the cab. Standing like he was trying some power play, arms crossed like he’s proud of himself. Smug. Drunk. Dangerous in that petty, pathetic kind of way.

Joel walked up slowly, controlled. Every inch of him radiates restraint on the edge of snapping.

He nodded towards him, “What do you want, Montgomery?” Joel asked as he started rolling up his sleeves, staying even-toned but expecting this to go sideways. 

Will shrugs, taking a slow cigarette drag before flicking it onto the gravel below. His eyes flicked to the truck, to you inside it. “Well Miller, I was just takin’ a stroll on this lovely night... but I gotta tell ya, didn’t realize the parking lot came with a free peep show.” he then looked at Joel and grinned.

“You got two seconds to walk away before this gets ugly,” Joel warns, voice low and hard now.

Will laughed and tossed the beer bottle he was drinking from to the ground, shattering it. "Oh come on! What's this?”

He made a mocking voice with some smug Hispanic accent as he said, “Ay senor, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, si hombre?” He taunted.

Joel’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed towards Will, “Is that all you’ve got? Just gon’ keep throwing shit at me because I speak Spanish? Aren’t smart enough to think of anything else?” 

Will hiccupped and pointed towards the truck, at you as he glared at Joel. “Nah, I got a problem with you. Because some dirty beaner like you ain’t good enough for a good white girl like her…” 

His eyes then trailed to you sitting in the truck and started to shout towards you, “Your daddy’s gon' be mad, sweetheart! Fuckin’ a Miller boy in his truck like a little slut...”

You sat there, unable to think of what to do or say, but you knew your blood was boiling. Who was he to bring up your family?   

Will chuckled coldly and narrowed his gaze, “Oh, and sweet Mommy dearest - wouldn’t have wanted this either, would she, Whitaker?” he tilted his head and sneered. 

Joel’s anger started to boil to the surface. He looked back at you sitting there in the passenger seat, tears in your eyes — looking broken and violated by Will’s venom, especially towards your mom. 

Something about seeing you like that snapped something in him, something protective — Will fucking Montgomery was done for.     

Joel stepped forward and shoved Will hard in the chest. Will stumbled back a few feet but recovered quick, jaw tightening, and lunged back at Joel.

It’s a bad move. Immature.

Joel sidesteps like he’s done this a hundred times — maybe he has — and uses Will’s own momentum to flip him forward, slamming him against the side of a nearby car — hard — making the door rattle.

Will groaned and winced. "Ah, fuck..."

Joel turns and grabs the collar of Will’s jacket, yanking him up just enough to growl in his face.

“You come near her again,” Joel says through clenched teeth, “say another word about me, about her, or ever put her mom’s name in your fuckin’ mouth again — I’ll bury you so deep in this gravel lot they’ll have to send a goddamn oil rig to find you.” 

Will spits to the side, coughing. “That a threat, Miller?” he grinned, still trying to push buttons. 

Joel slams him against the car again, just enough to knock the wind out of him. His voice is a growl now. “That’s a fuckin’ guarantee...”

You open the passenger door and stand by the truck, breath shaking. “Joel.”

He hears you. Eyes still locked on Will’s, he exhales, long and sharp, then finally lets go.

Will slumps down, coughing and gasping.

Joel steps back, still glaring. His chest heaves, his fist clenched at his side.

The dark part of him, the part of him that he keeps surpressed, wants nothing more than to tear this piece of shit in front of him to shreds. Break his bones. Give him what he deserves.

He doesn’t look at you until you say his name again, softer this time.

“Joel…”

He turns and immediately sees the concern in your eyes. Just like that —all the anger and darkness melts away. He comes to you, and cups your cheek with that same hand — still trembling with adrenaline, but gentle as ever when it touches you.

“You ok?” he examines your face, worry now etched into his features. 

You nod, but it’s shaky, uncertain. You don’t feel okay. Not really. Not with the way Will’s words echo in your chest like they were carved there. Not with how similar that all felt to how Riley treated you. Not with the sting of your mother’s name being dragged out of the grave for someone else’s cruelty.

Joel sees it all written in your face.

He softly kisses your forehead, “Get in the truck, baby. I’ll drive us outta here.”

You nod and climb back into the passenger seat, your hands still trembling slightly as you pull the door shut. Joel follows after a few seconds, sliding in with one final glance at Will, slumped, right where he left him.

The drive back to Everly’s was quiet, keeping your gaze out of the passenger side window as your mind raced back and forth between all that had happened within the last few hours. 

Joel’s hand softly stayed on your thigh, offering comfort, a lifeline for when you were ready to talk. You watched as the street lights passed by, and all you wanted to do was sink into your seat and disappear. It was all too much.

Between Riley’s call earlier and Will’s stinging comment about your mom, something in you felt broken, heavy, and suffocating. 

Joel pulled into Everly’s driveway and shut off the lights to his truck, keeping the engine softly purring. 

He turned a fraction and gently squeezed your thigh to get your attention. 

You snapped out of where you were and gazed at him, offering a small smile, “Sorry the mood’s ruined…” You looked down at the hem of your dress and pinched it between your fingers, feeling responsible for Will's actions — that somehow you caused the night to end on a much different note. 

Joel shook his head and his eyes became sad, “Sweetheart, nothin’ is ruined… and you got nothin' to be sorry for...” he unbuckled himself and softly reached over to cup your cheek, “Hey, look at me…” he said softly, his voice tender and warm. 

You let him guide your cheek to look his way, not knowing what else to say. You felt so small. 

He took a deep breath and stroked your cheek softly, “About what Will said…” his eyes somehow got softer, like he was trying to ease you, soothe you. “... I know your dad has got some weird thing about my family and — just for the record, I don’t give a damn, I like you, you like me… he can deal with it...”

He paused before saying with nothing but confidence in his voice, "But none of what Will said or did was your fault — he's just an asshole who can't handle I got the prettiest girl in town..."

That earned a small chuckle from you, which made him smile warmly instantly. 

"There's that smile..." he softly rubbed his thumb over your cheek.

You kept your gaze on him and nodded before taking a deep breath. 

‘It’s time to open up. Be honest.’

“If I’m bein’ completely honest, that’s why I’m here at Everly’s. My dad and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot lately, but me seein’ you is one of them.” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. 

Joel just nodded and listened, moving his hand down to take yours, letting you talk it out. 

“I also lied to you earlier,” you confessed. 

Joel didn’t flinch, didn’t move, just softly began running his thumb over your knuckles — encouraging you to keep going. 

“It wasn’t a work call — I mean, I thought it was at first — but then when I went to take it, and it was Riley. My dad… he crossed a line — he called him, told him I’ve been seein’ you, tried to get him to come back here. I think he wants him to come get me…” You looked down and let out a small, sad chuckle. 

Joel listened and nodded as you spoke, absorbing everything. 

“Ever since my mom died… he’s just — he’s never come out of this hole… this void.” You clenched your jaw. 

“It… it feels like—” you didn’t know how to phrase it, let alone say it. 

‘It feels like he doesn’t love us anymore.’ 

“It’s felt like he doesn’t even love—” you stopped and sighed, and your lip quivered. You looked away as tears welled in your eyes. 

Joel sat forward and cupped your cheek, pulling you close to him, “Hey, hey…” 

Your voice broke, “He despised Wes, but the second he could get him into the rodeo life, he adores him.” Tears streamed down your face. “He’s only involved in Ev’s life because her son makes him look like a good grandpa – but Ev and I aren’t anything to him... at least that’s how it feels.” You looked down shamefully, feeling embarrassed.  

Joel leaned in and kissed your forehead softly, “I’m sure that’s not true, darlin’. I’m sure he loves you with his whole heart– maybe he’s just hurt from losin’ your mom and hasn’t known how to fix that.” he suggested. 

You kept your gaze down. “Yeah, I guess.” 

Joel kissed your forehead again, “Your mom… I remember her being a kind and compassionate woman.” He moved to kiss your temple. “Nothing like what Will made her out to be.”

You pulled back a fraction and looked at him, confused. “You knew my mom?” 

Joel already had a small smile on his lips, which grew just a tad when you looked at him. “When I was little, I remember seeing her whenever I visited my dad at work.”

He paused momentarily, remembering little things, memories of her, his smile warming. 

“She and my dad… used to work together when they were younger.” Joel looked down at your hand in his. “They both helped manage Old Man Ricky’s ranch. I vaguely remember you and I playin' when we were little once or twice in the barn." he chuckled.

He continued, "I think that at one point our families were good friends… but I’m not sure what happened to change that.” 

“I didn’t know your dad worked at the ranch…” You pulled back a little more, smiling softly.  

He looked at you and smiled more, “For nearly 20 years… before taking over our ranch when my abuelito died.” 

You leaned your head against the headrest and glanced back down to your hand being held in his. “She loved it there. It’s where she said she found her love of horses and working cattle.” You paused.

“I remember when she had to quit it god—” you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back tears, thinking about that memory of your mother. 

“A part of her was left at that ranch…” You finished. 

Joel brought your hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “Would you like to visit it one of these days? Maybe see parts of her there?” 

You looked up at him and your eyebrows furrowed, “Ricky doesn’t allow visitors anymore... not after the McAllen boys—” 

“Ricky’s still good friends with my dad. I’ll make it happen if you wish it to be querida…” He kissed your hand again. 

You nodded and another small smile appeared on your lips, “I’d like that…” 

Joel smiled at your words — soft, slow, like it reached all the way into his chest.

You watched him for a moment, the golden porch light catching the curve of his jaw, the kind brown in his eyes that didn’t look away when things got heavy. He wasn’t scared of your grief. He didn’t flinch from the complicated parts of you.

He just held your hand tighter.

“Then it’s a date,” he said gently. “One day soon — I’ll take you out there. Just us. Maybe bring some lunch. We’ll sit where the horses used to graze, you can tell me stories about her, I'll tell you stories my dad has told me...”

You nodded, smiling through a shimmer of tears. “She’d like that,” you whispered. 

Joel didn’t say anything at first. He just leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple again, then rested his forehead there for a long breath, like he was promising something without words.

When he finally pulled back, the weight of the night had lifted some — not gone, not forgotten, but gentled.

“I should let you get inside, it's late...” he said with a small smile, his thumb brushing over your knuckles once more before releasing your hand.

You nodded, and after Joel got your door, he walked you up the porch. The house seemed to be asleep inside. 

He looked down at you, his voice warm and low. “When can I see you next?” 

You tilted your head, smile soft. “When do you want to see me next?”

Joel grinned and leaned down towards your lips, teasing. “Tomorrow, 8am? Let me take you out for breakfast?...”

“Then tomorrow morning it is…” You rose to your toes and kissed him — slow and sure. Just long enough to feel the echo of it even as you stepped back.

“Goodnight, cowboy,” you murmured.

Joel reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering on you like he didn’t quite want to walk away yet. “Buenas noches, hermosa.”

Then, with one last squeeze of your hand, he turned and made his way back to the truck.

You stood there in the porch light as he drove off — heart warm, eyes full — and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you were losing anything.

You felt like you were gaining everything you'd ever wanted.

The next morning, around 8, Joel came to pick you up from Everly’s like promised. 

He held a small bouquet of wild flowers he’d hand-picked on his way. He nervously and lightly knocked on the front door. He still got nervous around you — but more so giddy and excited. 

Your sister answered, and she looked at Joel, slightly confused.    

“Hey Ev, sorry I’m a little early…” Joel smiled warmly.

Everly softly chuckled and opened the screen door to talk to him. “No, you’re okay, sweetheart. Are you here for my sister?” 

He smiled and nodded, “Yeah, takin’ her for breakfast…” 

She nodded, then turned inside. “She should be back by now... what time is it?” she said to herself before looking at the clock in her living room. 

Joel tilted his head, not knowing what was happening, “Sorry?” 

Everly sighed seeing the time, “Damn him…” she grabbed her keys then shouted back towards the kitchen. “Andy, watch Bubba! I need to run over to my dad’s — she still isn't home yet and Joel's here to pick her up!” 

Joel heard her husband shout something back to acknowledge what she said.

She then looked at Joel as she slid her work boots on, “Come on, you're comin' with me…” 

Joel stepped back to move out of her way. “Is everything ok?” 

She closed the front door and began walking to the truck that Joel parked next to, “My dad came early this mornin’ for her, close to dawn – complain’ how the ranch isn’t bein’ takin’ care of without her being home while she's been sleepin’ here.” She rolled her eyes and hopped into the front seat. Joel jumped into the passenger seat.

“Knowin’ my dad, he’s getting back at her for steppin’ out — probably has her doin’ bullshit tasks to keep her from seein’ you and she forgot her phone in the heat of it — so she couldn't call you or know the damn time...” she quickly backed the truck out and started driving down the dirt road towards your dad’s. 

Joel sighed, cursing under his breath — your dad was starting to upset him with all these childish antics.

He glanced at her, “Do you have any idea what your dad has against me or my family? Why he's like this?” 

She clutched the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She was pissed at her dad’s immaturity and clear disrespect for your boundaries lately—especially when it came to you and Wes.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is, he’s getting it out in the open today,” she said as she turned sharply down another dirt path. 

Joel held onto the dash as she turned and chuckled, “Jesus, Ev!” 

She glanced over and chuckled, “Oh come on Miller! You sit on buckin’ bulls and horses – you can’t tell me a bumpy road, ridin' in a Ford has got you all nervous?” she teased. 

He chuckled, “Fair point…” 

There was a moment of silence before Ev glanced his way, “You know, she’s head over heels for you. Came in last night all giddy and skippin’ around the house…” she said with a smile before she turned back and continued to drive. 

Joel looked over and then bit the inside of his cheek. “Skippin’ around the house, huh?” his cheeks turned pink. 

She hummed as she nodded. “I’ve never seen her like this, at least about a guy.” 

“I’m crazy about her too.” he said as he looked out the window at the horses running in the field as they drove. 

“Good. She needs someone like you.” she softened a little. “She’s been with that pig head for way longer than she shoulda...” 

He let out a snort then chuckle. “I heard what happened with him and Amanda…” he glanced back at her. “Pedazo de mierda…” (Piece of shit)

Everly turned again down the road that led to your dad’s driveway, “That’s one phrase for him…” 

As she was pulling in to the drive way she saw your dad talking to someone on the porch.

She sighed, annoyed, “Well, this oughta be fun…” She put the truck into park, then got out. 

The moment your dad’s eyes locked with Joel’s, something shifted in his demeanor.

His jaw tightened instantly, the muscle flexing like it was working to grind down the words he wanted to say. Shoulders squared, posture stiffened — defensive, braced. His nostrils flared slightly, like they were biting back a wave of disgust, and their lips pressed into a hard, thin line.

“Mornin’ Charlie.” She nodded to the man, then looked at your dad.

He nodded back, "Mornin' sweetheart..."

She smiled politely, then turned to her dad, putting her hands on her hips, “Where is she?”

“She’s doin’ chores! She had a lot to catch up on...” Judd smiled at her, appearing friendly and laid back now that Charlie was there. 

“So she’s in the barn?” she questioned before walking into the garage and getting the keys to your dad's work truck. 

He shrugged and casually leaned against the front door's frame, “Oh, I wouldn’t know where she is right now. Last I saw, she was out in the west field. I had one or two things out there that she needed to do…” 

Everly came out and glared at him. “You mean to tell me that you came and got her at the crack of fuckin’ dawn — and on top of the regular things you have her do, you added more to the list?” 

He looked at Charlie and put his hand on his shoulder, “Pardon Everly’s language – it seems she might be a bit upset,” he said in a patronizing tone.

Everly scoffed and shook her head, anger starting to simmer. 

“A bit upset?” she murmured to herself.

She then looked at Joel sitting in the truck. 

“Come on. I’ll take ya to her.” She nodded for him to follow her again. 

Your dad cleared his throat to get your sister's attention, “Just you, Ev...”  

Ev looked at him, then back at Joel, belief, embarrassment, disgust, anger, and several other emotions written all over her face.

Joel stepped out of the truck, clearing his throat. “I don’t mean no disrespect here, Mr. Whitaker, but I’m just here to pick her up for breakfast...” 

Charlie cleared his throat softly and began stepping down the porch steps, feeling the tension. “I think this is a family conversation.” He turned to look at your dad. “I’ll call you later, Judd.” 

Everly smiled softly and nodded at him as he entered his car and drove away. 

Your dad took his time coming down the steps, jaw clenched, boots heavy on the gravel. The way his eyes locked onto Joel made Everly’s stomach twist. This wasn’t going to be civil.

Joel stood still, hands at his sides. Respectful. But ready.

“I’m gonna say this once,” your dad began, his voice tight. “You’re not welcome here. I don’t want you on my land, and I damn sure don’t want you near my daughter.”

Everly stepped up beside Joel, her expression unreadable. “Dad – you can’t be serious?”

Joel’s voice was steady and respectful. “I’m not here to cause trouble. Again, just here to take her to breakfast, sir.”

Your dad scoffed, glaring at him. “You think I’m stupid? I know your game. You’re just like your old man.”

That hit Joel harder than it should have. But he didn’t flinch.

“My dad’s a good man,” he said evenly.

“Yeah?” Judd snapped. “Your dad was around my wife every day for years. Always hanging around, always talking like they were the only two people in the damn world.”

Everly squinted. “You’re still holding onto that?”

Joel blinked, slow and heavy, like he already knew where this was headed. He suspected this was possibly the reason after all these years.

“Why do you hate the Millers so much?” Everly asked sharply, stepping forward. “Let’s stop pretending... it’s not about Joel. It’s about Mom and Santi, isn’t it?”

Your dad’s silence said everything.

“They were best friends,” Joel said, voice low now, but sure. “My dad loved her, but not in the way you’re thinkin’. He didn’t talk about it much, but when he did? He said she was kind. Gentle. Said she lit up rooms and made barns feel like home. She was his person. They got each other. Didn’t mean there was anything between ‘em.”

“She loved you, Dad…” Everly added, staring at her father. “She chose you. But you made her quit the job she loved. Took her away from what made her feel alive. From the one friend who understood her for years….”

Your dad looked away, throat tight. “She was tired. She needed rest when pregnant with Wes... it was too much on her.”

“She was heartbroken,” Everly corrected, voice breaking. “You weren’t cold, Dad. But you were gone. Always working, always pushing forward. And she didn’t blame you for that. But when you made her give up that ranch, you didn’t just take away a job—you took away her peace.”

Judd’s eyes burned, but he didn’t speak.

Joel stepped forward now, not aggressive, but resolute. “My dad would’ve laid down his life for her, you, and your family. He never touched her, never crossed a line. He respected your marriage, and he never spoke ill of you. Even when you glared at him across every damn town hall or gas station.”

He paused. “And she? She loved you. That’s the part you seem to forget.”

Your father finally looked at Joel, and there was something haunted in his expression—years of misplaced guilt, grief, and pride etched into every line on his face.

Joel’s voice dropped, low and steady. “I’m not my father. But I’ll say this — I won’t stop seein’ her. She makes me feel like I’ve got a reason to show up every day. And if you have a problem with that…” Joel stepped back, folding his arms across his chest, “...then I guess we’ve both got somethin’ to live with.”

Silence stretched between them like a fault line.

Joel turned to Everly, nodded once, and tipped his head toward the barn. “Let’s go.”

Your dad didn’t stop them. Didn’t move.

He just stood there, hands clenched, watching the past walk away in Joel Miller’s shadow—one he’d been fighting long before it ever belonged to Joel himself.

The sun had crested over the tree line by the time Joel and Everly reached the field, its golden light stretching long across the grass. The sky above was cloudless, quiet, a stark contrast to the storm that had settled outside the Whitaker house just a few moments before.

Out in the pasture, you were completely unaware of the two of them creeping up behind you.

You sat atop Buck, calm and sure, guiding two younger horses into the east pen. Your body moved with the rhythm of the horse, reins loose in one hand, the other resting easily on your thigh. You didn’t rush. You didn’t flinch. You just worked — steady, graceful, and focused.

Everly stopped just short of the fence line, watching with something like awe in her face.

“She’s different out here,” she murmured. “Always has been.”

Joel didn’t speak. He stood beside her, hands resting on the top rail, his eyes never leaving you.

“She’s not thinkin’ about anything else right now,” Everly continued, quieter now. “No drama, no arguments, no past. Just her and Buck and those horses. That’s the only time she gets to just be.”

Joel finally breathed, slow and deep. “She’s beautiful.”

Everly smiled, still looking out toward you. “Yeah. She is.”

He glanced at Everly. “What your dad said earlier—it won’t change anything. I meant it. I’m not walkin’ away.”

“I know,” Everly said, voice edged with something thoughtful. “And for what it’s worth, I believe you.”

Joel nodded slowly. “I just wish she didn’t have to carry all of this weight from other people’s bitterness. From stuff that never even happened between our families.”

“She’s been carrying so much shit for such a long time,” Everly said. “Mom’s job with Wes, Dad’s guilt, Riley’s bullshit… She always says she's just used to it.”

Joel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you mean Riley’s bullshit?”

Everly hesitated, pulling her phone from her back pocket and thumbing the screen. “He called me this morning. Left a voicemail. Wants to talk to her. Said he’s comin’ into town in a few days.”

Joel straightened. “What the hell for?”

“Said he wants to ‘clear the air’… whatever that means,” she muttered. “He said her name like it still belongs to him. Like she’s waitin’ around for him to make up his mind.”

Joel clenched his jaw. “After what he did? He’s got no damn right. Does she know he called?”

Everly nodded. “She blocked him a little while ago. Told him not to contact her again. But he just keeps finding ways to worm back in. I didn’t wanna be the one to tell her this morning, not after my dad showed up out of nowhere, but…”

She looked at him, gaze steady. “You need to know he’s crossing a line. This isn’t just about bad timing anymore. It’s borderline harassment. He knows about you, too. He mentioned it in the message. Said, ‘I hear she’s with that Miller boy.’”

Joel looked out at you again. You were off the horse now, brushing Buck down, humming quietly to yourself. You looked peaceful. Completely untouched by the storm building around you.

“He cheated on her,” Joel said, his voice low, gravel-deep. “With her best friend. And now he thinks he can just show up and… what? Win her back with a half-assed apology and a forced conversation?”

“Apparently,” Everly muttered, crossing her arms. “And of course, it’s now. Just when she’s finally starting to look forward again. Just when she’s letting herself feel something real.”

Joel let the silence settle between them for a beat.

“I’d never hurt her,” he said finally. “I hope you know that.”

Everly nodded, then looked at him seriously. “Good. Because she’s got one hell of a scar that Riley left her. And whether she admits it or not, she’s scared to death to let anyone fill that space.”

Joel glanced at you again. “She doesn’t have to be.”

“She doesn’t,” Everly agreed. “But she’ll need to hear it from you when it counts.”

Joel gave a soft, determined nod. “She will.”

Out in the field, Buck gave a short snort, ears twitching as you adjusted the saddle and gently rubbed his neck, signalling something behind you.

You turned then, finally noticing them at the fence.

A grin touched your lips. “How long y’all been standin’ there?”

Joel smiled back, warm and steady. “Long enough to be impressed.”

You rolled your eyes. “You sayin’ that like it’s the first time you’ve seen me work a horse.”

He chuckled. “No, ma’am. I’m sayin’ it like every time feels like the first.”

Your cheeks warmed, and Everly smirked between the two of you.

Joel looked at you like a man who already knew what was his — and wasn’t going to let anyone take it away.

You started to walk toward them slowly, reins in hand, the grin on your face faltering the closer you got feeling the air shift.

Joel’s expression was gentle but focused, brows pulled together like he didn’t want to scare you — but something needed to be said.

Everly was the first to speak. “He called me this morning. Riley.”

You froze mid-step.

“No,” you whispered. “He’s blocked… from me, from you, Wes… even Andy blocked him? How...”

“I know,” she said quickly. “But he used another number. Might’ve been a buddy’s phone or one of those apps. Either way, he left a message.”

You swallowed hard, your stomach flipping. “What did he say?”

Joel shifted beside her, his jaw tight but his tone calm, careful — like he didn’t want to make this harder for you than it already was.

“Said he’s coming into town. Wanted to ‘talk things out.’ Said somethin’ like… he doesn’t believe you’d really move on without givin’ him a chance to explain.” She said as she read off the text message.

You laughed, short and bitter. “Explain? There’s nothing to explain! Explain what? That he cheated on me with my best friend? That he lied about it for six months and only came clean when I caught them?”

Neither of them said anything.

You looked away, blinking back the sudden heat in your eyes. “Our last conversation… I told him not to call me again. I told him to leave me alone. And he said—” your voice cracked a little. “He said Dad called him… I think dad thinks I owe him something… a second chance or something... and is pushin' Riley into thinkin' he's got some entitlement...”

Joel’s voice was low, even. “You don’t owe him a damn thing, baby.”

Everly folded her arms tightly across her chest and huffed. “He’s comin’ back like he’s entitled to a second chance, all because dad fed into his ego. It’s not just disrespectful—it’s delusional.”

You nodded, throat tight. “He knows he’s overstepping. That’s the part that scares me. He knows, and he doesn’t care.”

Joel hopped over the fence to get to you, then reached out, his hand warm on your back. “You’re not goin’ through this alone, querida.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes glassy. “It hasn’t even been two months. I thought I had more time before something like this showed up at my door with him.”

He stepped closer, gaze steady. “You’ve got all the time you need. He doesn’t get to take a second more of it.”

Everly shifted, glancing between the two of you before her voice softened. “You know he’s only doing this because he heard about you and Joel. He said something in the message — ‘Guess she’s already got herself a Miller boy.’ All smug, like it was something dirty to accuse you of.”

Joel’s face darkened as he listened to Everly speak, but when he looked at you, the edge in his expression melted. “I know we haven’t said anything out loud about us,” he began gently, “but I want to be real clear about something.”

You blinked up at him.

“I care about you,” he said simply. “And not in the kind of way that goes away when things get messy.”

Your throat tightened.

He glanced down, and took your hand, thumb brushing the top. “I’m not tryin’ to pressure you. I know things with him are still fresh — the grief, the anger, the betrayal — but I’m here. And I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You stood quiet for a moment, trying to keep your heart from spilling out of your chest.

Then he added, quieter still, loud enough for only your ears, “You don’t have to call this anything yet. But when you’re ready... I’d be proud to be yours.”

You stared at him, eyes full, lip trembling.

Everly cleared her throat softly, offering you both a gentle exit. “I’ll have Andy drive Joel’s truck over here. Y’all need some time. Take a walk or… whatever you need. I'll see you back at the house.”

Joel looked at her, grateful. “Thanks, Ev.”

She nodded and stepped back. “You’re good for her,” she said, not looking back. “Don’t make me regret sayin’ that.”

Joel smiled faintly, then turned to you.

“Well,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “What do you say, hermosa? Want some air with a walk, or want me to just hold your hand for a while?”

You reached for him without a word, your fingers lacing with his.

“I want both.”

He squeezed your hand softly. “Then both it is.”

After you and Joel took a moment together, you began walking together.

The gravel path wound along the edge of the pasture, quiet save for the breeze stirring through the grass and the occasional rustle of a bird taking flight from the fence line.

You and Joel walked slowly, fingers laced, your boots kicking gently at the dust while Buck grazed a few yards behind, unconcerned.

You didn’t speak at first. You didn’t have to.

But eventually, you felt the pressure in your chest stir again — all that tension wrapped around Riley’s name like barbed wire you hadn’t been able to pull free of since getting home.

You stopped near the old fence that kept the cattle in, placing your hand on the top rail and leaned against it, eyes fixed on the horizon.

“If he shows up,” you said quietly, “and things go sideways… I don’t want it ending in a f ight.”

Joel stopped beside you, quiet. Listening.

“I know you’re angry with him, as am I,” you continued, voice barely above the wind, “and I know he’s gonna say things to poke at you and I. Twist things. Try to make either of us snap. He’s good at that.”

Joel nodded once, slow. “Yeah. He always was.”

You turned to him, your voice soft but steady. “I can’t have you gettin’ yourself in trouble over someone like him. He’s not worth it. He wants to push you into somethin’ ugly. He’d love nothing more than to walk away from it clean while you’re the one with bruised knuckles and a court date.”

Joel’s jaw flexed, but when he met your gaze, it wasn’t with defiance. It was with care.

“You’re not wrong,” he said. “And I ain’t gonna lie — the idea of him showin’ up here like he owns the right to speak your name makes my blood boil.”

You looked away, jaw tight.

“But I’m not gonna lose my head,” Joel added. “Not when you’ve fought so damn hard to get out from under his shadow. If he shows up, I won’t meet him with fists.”

You looked up at him, surprised by the weight in his words.

“I’ll be there,” he said gently. “Not to fight for you — but to stand with you. However you wanna handle it.”

You swallowed. “Even if that means telling him to his face that he doesn’t get to speak to me ever again?”

“Especially if it means that,” he said. “I’ll be right beside you. Not just to protect you from him, but to remind you you’re not that girl he can take advantage of anymore.”

You exhaled, some of the tension melting from your shoulders.

Joel stepped a little closer, his hand brushing lightly across your waist. “But if he puts a hand on you, or shows up tryin’ to force anything… I won’t let that happen either. I won’t lay him out unless I have to. But I will if it comes to that, I will protect you.”

You gave him a half-smile, your throat thick. “I know. And honestly? That means a lot. But what means more is you saying you’ll stand with me. That’s the part I need most.” Your shy smile grew a little as you looked down at your hands, as they missed with the slivers lining the wooden fence.

Joel smiled faintly, then reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair from your cheek. 

You turned to face him and moved inward, resting your head against his chest, letting his warmth wrap around you. The silence settled again — not empty but filled with quiet understanding.

After a long moment, you tilted your head up toward him.

“I don’t know what this is between us yet either,” you whispered, “but I do know this—you make me feel safe. And seen. Like I don’t have to keep pretending I’m fine all the time.”

Joel’s hand slides along your jaw, tilting your face to his.

“Then stop pretending,” he said softly. “You don’t have to hide a damn thing from me.”

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. And for the first time in a long time, it felt like the worst might actually be behind you.

Because no matter what came next — you weren’t facing it alone.

“I need to put Buck away and finish one more thing up in the barn — want to come with me?” 

He nodded and leaned over to kiss your temple before offering his hand to you. "Lead the way, querida..."

The quiet of the walk lingered between you as you led Buck toward the barn, Joel trailing just behind with the lead rope draped over his shoulder. The sun had started to warm the air, casting long golden beams through the slats in the old wood walls.

Inside, the barn was cool, shaded, and still — the scent of hay, leather, and horses grounding you instantly. You moved with practiced ease, guiding Buck into his stall and removing his saddle with a soft grunt of effort. Joel stood just outside the gate, watching you work, something dark and thoughtful swimming behind his eyes.

“You always look good when you’re out there on him,” he said, voice low, like it wasn’t just an observation but something more reverent.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, a soft smile pulling at your lips. “Covered in sweat and horsehair?” you joked.

He stepped closer, his hand sliding along the stall door. “Better than any dress I’ve ever seen you in. You look radiant in your element…” 

You didn’t say anything — not right away. Just turned back with cheeks red and a wide smile to hang the saddle and brush out Buck’s coat.

As you continued, you could feel Joel’s presence behind you like a slow-moving storm. Heavy. Inevitable.

You walked toward the tack wall, reaching to put the brush back, but before your fingers touched it, his hand landed gently on your waist.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured behind you. “About standing beside you. About being here.”

“I know,” you said softly, not turning around yet.

“But I didn’t really say what else I’ve been thinking.”

You finally turned then, your back to the stable wall, eyes searching his face.

Joel stepped in closer. “I think about you. Constantly. Since that first time in the coffee shop. Since you bumped into me — or maybe I bumped into you?”

You laughed softly, your chest tightening in the best way. “I thought we said it was 50/50 responsibility…”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “But maybe, maybe... I’m here admittin’ that I ran into you, not on accident — maybe it was my way of sayin’ hello without soundin’ too corny in a coffee shop, to the girl in front of me that knocked the wind straight outta my lungs with how beautiful she looked…”

You smiled, warmth blooming deep in your chest, and leaned into his touch as his fingers brushed lightly along your jaw.

“So you’re saying you ran into me on purpose just to say hi?” you teased.

Joel’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Whatever you wanna call it, it was worth it…”

You laughed, breath catching slightly at the way he looked at you — like nothing else existed but the space between you. The barn was still around you, just the quiet shuffle of Buck settling in and the sun filtering through the rafters in golden ribbons, but everything else fell away.

Before you could respond, his lips brushed yours — not rushed, not hungry yet, but wanting. You melted into it, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt as his body pressed slowly against yours, pinning you gently between him and the stable wall.

You kissed him back deeper this time, hands sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your mouth. His hands roamed your waist, then your hips, and pulled you flush to him.

You slowly trailed your hands down the front of his chest and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt as your tongue lightly slid between his lips.

He lightly groaned and began assisting you with the buttons, but not before pulling back a fraction.

“Are you sure?” he asked into your skin as he kissed a slow path along your jaw, down to your neck. “Here? Now?”

Your breath hitched. “Yes... As I’d say we were rudely interrupted last night, wouldn’t you?”

He smirked against your skin and then lowly whispered, “Rudely interrupted is an understatement, baby…” he lightly sucked the soft spot of your neck.

You softly moaned his name, arching your chest against him. 

He moved up and caught your face in both hands, pulling you back just enough to look at you. His eyes searched yours, not for hesitation, but for the green light — and when he saw it, really saw it, something in him let go.

Joel’s mouth found yours again, this time with fire. The kind that had been simmering since that first smirk you gave him. Since that slow lean-in on the dance floor. Since last night, when Will interrupted something that had been burning ever since.

His hands moved fast now, but still careful. He backed you into the empty spare stall — one unused, quiet, shrouded in the scent of hay and leather — and shut the half-gate behind him with one hand, never breaking the kiss.

Your fingers tugged his shirt free from his jeans after fulling unbuttoning it, palms skimming over warm, solid muscle. He hissed softly as your nails scratched down his stomach, then grabbed your hips harder, groaning into your mouth.

He pulled back a fraction and panted softly, “Slow… I wanna take my time with you." he swallowed and gently stroked your cheekbone like he was trying to slow himself down, ground himself to you in this moment. "I want this to last…” 

You nodded against his mouth, breath shaky. “Then make it last.”

Joel exhaled hard, like he was trying to anchor himself, trying to wrestle the fire under control. His forehead rested against yours for a beat, both of you catching your breath as your hands stayed tangled in his shirt, ready to shed him of it.

His lips found your neck again — slower now, lingering. He kissed just beneath your ear, then lower, trailing along your collarbone, mapping the path with reverence. You shivered under him, tilting your head back against the stable wall to give him more.

“Been thinkin’ about this,” he murmured against your skin. “How you’d sound… how you’d feel.”

You gasped as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, lifting it inch by inch — not in a rush, but like he wanted to savor every second of the reveal. When your shirt came off, he stepped back just far enough to look at you in the slats of warm light that poured through the old barn walls.

“Dios mío,” he breathed, voice thick with awe.

Your hands moved to the lapels of the denim shirt he had, and slowly slid it off his shoulder and off his body. It hit the stall floor with a soft thud, and your hands instantly found him again — hot skin over muscle, the dip of his waist, the strength in his chest. He was warm, solid, and completely focused on you.

“You okay?” he asked softly, fingertips brushing your cheek.

You nodded, your eyes trailing up his chest back up to his soft gaze, “More than okay.”

That was all he needed.

He moved in and kissed you again — deeper this time, hungrier. He backed you toward the small pile of saddle blankets lying over a hay nest in the stall's corner. He guided you gently down until you were beneath him, legs tangled, breaths fast and shallow.

The rest of your clothes came off slowly — not ripped or frantic, but with the kind of care that said I want to remember this. Each button undone like a promise, each kiss between like punctuation on a sentence neither of you wanted to end.

When your hips met, your breath hitched, and Joel stilled, resting his forehead against yours again.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Yes.”

He nodded and then pulled his boxers down, the final piece of clothing to fully separate you from each other. As soon as his waistband was past his hips, his thick cock sprang out and landed between your thighs. 

He must have heard you lightly gasp because he looked up at you and cupped your cheek, his eyes softening even more than they were somehow, “Slow… remember? We’re going to take it slow, hermosa…” 

You found his eyes and nodded before letting a small smile crack onto your lips, “Yeah, yeah, ok… slow…” 

He smiled adoringly at your small rambling before leaning down and kissing your lips ever so gently and slowly — instantly pulling your anxieties away from between your legs and onto his lips.

He moved his hand down and slowly ran the tip between your slit, gathering as much lubrication as he could before he notched himself at the entrance. 

Your breath hitched, and suddenly your skin was littered with goosebumps from the anticipation. You pulled back from his lips and pressed your forehead lightly against his, placing your hand on his chest.

You could feel his heart beating just as quickly as yours against your palm. His eyes closed for a moment, and he smiled as he opened them to look at you. "My heart beatin' fast?"

You matched his smile and let out a small giggle as you nodded. You took his hand and placed it on your chest, above your heart, yours equally pounding fast, "Mine too?"

He let out a breathy chuckle as his thumb traced over your skin slowly, and he let out a quiet breath — like he was grounding himself in the rhythm of your heartbeat.

His voice came low, rough. “It’s fast… but it’s steady.”

You looked up at him, your hand still resting against his chest.

“I spent so long tryin’ to slow mine down,” he admitted, eyes not leaving yours. “Tryin’ to keep it safe. Still. Untouched. But now—” he shook his head with a soft laugh, “—it only beats like this when it’s close to you.”

You swallowed hard, your chest rising with the weight of his words.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. “It’s like my body already knows somethin’ my mind’s just catchin’ up to.”

You whispered, moving your hand up slowly to tangle in his hair, “Mine too.”

And that was it — that was all he needed.

He kissed you again, slow and deep, and then reached down to re-notch himself at your entrance. His voice was barely a rasp now, the sound of a man holding himself on the edge of something bigger than just want. “I’ve got you, baby… Just hold on to me…”

Then he slowly sank in, groaning as your tight warmth welcomed him inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby…”

Your breath hitched sharply as he filled you, your walls stretching around him, the burn delicious and dizzying. Your cheeks flushed with heat as a soft, breathless moan escaped you.

“That’s it… that’s a good girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours as his hips pressed deeper.

You whimpered softly, your nails dragging along his sides. “Fuck, Joel…”

“I know…” he whispered, resting his forehead to yours again. “I know, baby.”

His hands gripped your hips, anchoring himself as he bottomed out, pressing flush against you, the stretch full and overwhelming in the best way.

“You’re doin’ so good takin’ me,” he rasped, every word pressed into your skin like a kiss. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

He stilled there for a moment, like he was trying to memorize the feel of you wrapped around him, your heartbeat still fluttering against his palm.

Then he moved.

Slow, deep, reverent.

The world shrank down to nothing but the feel of him inside you, the way he looked at you like you were something rare — something he’d been searching for and finally found.

The stretch was painfully pleasurable, and you felt a fire roar up from your spine the moment he lined right up against your sweet spot, making you clench around him and gasp. 

He grunted softly and rubbed your hipbone softly, “God you’re so beautiful like this…” 

You moved your hips in sync with his as he started to slowly grind himself into you, your chests heaving. 

He moved with you like he knew you — like he’d always known you, even before that first night at the fair, before the teasing and dancing and heavy stares across a shadowed bar room. And you met him with that same quiet certainty — letting him in, holding him close, like it had always been meant to be.

Joel moved with the kind of focus that made everything else fall away — the air, the light, the creak of the wood — until there was only you and him, breath tangled, bodies joined.

His hips rolled slow, deliberate, his rhythm more like a slow dance than anything frantic. His hand moved up and braced beside your head, the other still firm at your hip, grounding you like he didn’t want to miss a single reaction — the hitch in your breath, the way your lashes fluttered when he hit that spot deep inside you again and again.

You couldn’t help the sounds spilling from your lips — soft, gasping, needy — every thrust drawing something new from you. Joel drank in every one like it was his, like he’d been aching to hear you unravel for him like this.

“Look at me,” he murmured against your cheek, voice hoarse. “Wanna see those eyes when I’m inside you.”

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed and flushed, the intimacy of it nearly undoing you. His gaze held you there, tender but weighted with something primal — like you were something precious, and he was afraid he might break you if he let himself go too far.

You tightened around him, a tremor rolling through your thighs, and he swore under his breath, slowing just a bit, breathing harder now.

“You feel that, baby?” he rasped, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “That’s how bad I’ve needed you…”

You nodded, breathless. “You have me… all of me…”

His rhythm stuttered at that, chest rising with a quiet groan as he buried his face in your neck, hips grinding deeper now, savoring every second.

You ran your fingers along his back, feeling the taut pull of every muscle. “Joel,” you whispered, “don’t stop…”

“I won’t,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your lips, soft but desperate. “Not ‘til you fall apart for me.”

And you did moments later — slow, pulsing, overwhelmed — right there under the hay-sweet air and the slanting barn light. You clenched around him, back arching, mouth open in a breathless cry, then murmured his name like a prayer.

Joel followed moments later, his hips faltering as he buried himself deep and groaned into your neck, arms tightening around you like he couldn’t bear the idea of letting you go. His body trembled against yours, every breath ragged as he spilled into you with a low, broken sound.

For a long moment, there was only silence — save for your shared breathing, the creak of wood shifting above, and the fading echo of what had just passed between you.

Joel didn’t move right away. He kept you wrapped up in him, his hand stroking your hair, his lips brushing along your temple.

“You okay?” he asked finally, voice low and careful.

You nodded into his chest, your fingers tracing lazy shapes against his side. “Yeah… more than okay.”

Joel pressed a kiss to your hair. “You think anyone heard us?” 

You let out a small giggle as Joel fell onto his back with a lopsided grin on his face, you moved to lay your head on his chest. “Other than Buck and the other horses, I think we’re safe.” 

He hummed and wrapped his arm around you, gently tracing his fingers onto your back.

After a few moments of silence, he kissed your head gently before his voice spoke low and soft, “Sorry about last night… Will ruinin’ the moment and all...” 

You were tracing shapes into his bare chest, you smiled before kissing his chest gently. “If I’m bein’ honest, the truck was a bit awkward…” 

He softly chuckled before he took a small deep breath, humming as he looked up at the ceiling. “Yeah, it was... but, I’m sure we could have made it worth our while…” 

You nodded and moved your head to his shoulder to look up at him, “We can always try again one of these days…” You grinned.

He looked down at you and grinned “Yes we can…” then leaned in and kissed your lips softly and slowly once. 

Afterwards, he slowly pulled back and began brushing your hair back gently before cupping your cheek, stroking your cheek with his thumb. His eyes scanned yours, your features, everything he could before he whispered, “Eres mi soledad, mi cielo...” (You are my solitude, my heaven.)

You blinked up at him, eyes wide, lips parting slightly — not because you understood the words, but because of the way he said them.

There was something sacred in his tone. Gentle. Unwavering. Like a secret he wasn’t asking you to solve, only to feel.

You smiled softly and rested your hand over the one still cupping your cheek.

“I don’t know what that meant,” you murmured, voice barely more than a breath, “but it felt like a poem.”

Joel’s thumb brushed over your cheek again, slower this time, and his smile grew — soft, private, like it was meant only for you.

“It kinda was,” he said quietly. “Just… somethin’ I think every time I look at you.”

You felt your throat tighten in that quiet, happy way. That fragile place between being overwhelmed and grateful.

You laid your hand flat on his chest again, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your palm. “Say it again?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“Eres mi soledad, mi cielo...”

You closed your eyes for a second, letting the words settle into you — not in your mind, but deeper. In the places words don’t always reach.

You looked at him again, smiling through the warmth blooming across your cheeks. “Well, Miller,” you whispered, “you keep talkin’ like that, and I’ll never let you leave this barn.”

He laughed, low and warm, the sound rumbling beneath you. “Not in any rush, querida.”

And for a while, neither of you moved. Just stayed there — limbs tangled, breaths shared, hearts quiet but full — beneath the beams and the dust and the soft light spilling through the slats in the barn wall.

3 days later

After Everly told you that your dad, she, and Joel had talked that morning, you decided it was best to return home until the whole Riley business was over. You didn’t want this mess around your nephew, and if you could, you’d like to keep it within the four walls of your dad's house if possible.

All you knew was that he was showing up. You just didn’t know when or where – and that’s what set you on edge. 

So when you woke up this morning, you didn’t think much of the voices drifting up from the kitchen as you came down the stairs — not until you heard his laugh.

That clipped, arrogant chuckle that made your stomach drop like you’d missed the last step.

You froze in place. Every muscle locked. A slow pulse began pounding in your ears.

It couldn’t be.

But then your father���s voice followed — relaxed, cheerful, like this was just another Sunday morning with an old friend.

You slowly took the last few steps down, one hand curling around the banister tight enough to pale your knuckles.

And then you saw him.

Sitting at your father’s kitchen table like he belonged there. Coffee mug in hand, legs stretched out, laughing at something your dad just said. Easy. Comfortable.

Like he hadn’t burned your life to the ground less than two months ago.

“Morning, sweetheart...” your father said, looking at you from his spot at the counter. “Look who popped in a day early! Thought y’all should talk before the day gets too busy'n all...” he said suggestively.

You stared at him, stunned. “A day early? I thought you said you didn't know when he was coming...”

Your voice cut through the room like glass shattering.

Riley turned toward you with a smug little grin, like he was expecting this exact reaction.

His eyes trailed over your body like you were some treat of his to enjoy. “Hey, baby. You're lookin' good..."

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[meaningtotellyou]

me watching y’all hate on a song i have permanently inked into my skin

[hotgeniusreid]

Have you ever tried… This position?

Aaron Hotchner x F! Reader

Mentions of: Sex, P in V (wrap it b4 you tap it), riding (SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY YEEHAW), oral (M! Receiving), not proofread we die like men

!!!NSFW/MINORSS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

One thing you had come to realize since your relationship with the BAUs Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was that without a doubt, he was a very dominant man. He’d soften up when he’d come home from work and see Jack, but in bed? The dominance continued, not that you were complaining but you had spent many lonely nights wondering what it would be like to be on top just once, would he lose his composure? What noises would he make?

You sighed, once again losing focus on the book you were reading, letting out a groan of frustration and tossing the book on the couch, you were losing your mind over something so trivial, you loved being under him, but the thought of being the one on top had you spiraling, you had to experience it at least once and then you’d stop obsessing over it. Standing up from the couch, you had made a decision, thankfully Jack was away at his aunts house for the night, and Aaron was coming tonight from a rather difficult case, you had made up your mind, your were going to ride this man like if your life depended on it.

You had it all planned out, hopping out of the shower, you blow dried and styled your hair, and slipped on your favorite lingerie, a baby blue lace babydoll nightgown with matching lace panties, one night during a girls night with the BAU girls, you had confessed that you had a thing for buying pretty lingerie, you never really had the chance to wear them though, because Aaron always cut right to the chase, always taking you to the room and commanding you to strip with that dominant tone. You did your makeup subtly, and dolled yourself up with some jewelry, spraying his favorite perfume you own, and slipping a short silk white robe on top. Looking at the time, you realized you still had more than enough time to cook dinner and set up the table.

The sound of the door opening and keys being dropped into the bowl by the door signalled that Aaron was finally home, you slipped out of the kitchen and met him at the door, “Hi honey, how was the case?” You murmured as you wrapped your arms around him, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, his arm wrapped around your back as he returned the kiss, “A bit tiring, but we managed to catch the unsub, how are you? Where’s Jack?” He asked, looking around, waiting for Jack to come out and welcome him home. “Jack is having a sleepover with Jessica tonight, said something about a movie night.” You smiled softly, “Come to the table, I just finished making dinner, it’s your favorite.” Turning around, you walked off to the kitchen, his eyes finally raked over your body, breath hitching at the fact that you were wearing the smallest silk robe that looked so nice against your body, he could feel himself growing hard, if only he knew what was under.

He walked into the kitchen, the smell of a home cooked meal making him smile, he loved you more than you could ever know, and seeing you do something so domestic such as serving him food truly made him appreciate just how much you did for him and Jack. He wrapped his arms around you as you began serving the food onto plates, “All right, what’s the big idea hm? Cooking my favorite meal, and looking so pretty, what did I do to deserve this?” You let out a giggle, throwing your head back against him, taking in the fact he was home, “nothing, just wanted to show you how much I missed you, I also happened to have a lot of free time today.” A chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, “Honey you spoil me, takeout and a movie would have been just fine, unless, there’s an ulterior motive for this?” He said, his hand stopping at the tie on your waist. Setting the plate down on the counter, you froze, had he really found you out? Turning around and looking at him with a pout, “Me? Ulterior motive? You wound me Aaron. But maybe I suppose you might be right.” You murmured sensually, turning around and pressing a kiss to his neck, he let out a low hum as he gripped your waist. “I think dinner can wait a little longer, I think I’m hungry for something else.” He said, his voice deep and wanting.

In an instant, his hands were at the tie of your robe, loosening it, a groan fought its way out of his throat at the sight of your lingerie that he was not expecting, his eyes raking down your body, he took in how well the lingerie hugged your curves, he licked his lips, “God you look so fucking pretty baby, this all for me?” You nodded your head, “Why don’t we go to the room?” You said turning around and walking to your shared room, swaying your hips, his pupils dilated, taking in the sight of your ass, he palmed his now achingly hard cock, ridding himself of his shoes and following you to the room. He closed the door behind himself and the moment the door closed he was on you, bringing your body against his, his erection pressed against your ass as you let out a mewl, you wanted to submit to him right then and there, but you remembered the task at hand.

You turned him around so that his back was facing the bed, you pressed your lips to his and walked him backward til his legs hit the end of the bed. Aaron sat down, you dropped down, knees on the floor, looking up at him through your lashes, you began to palm his hard cock through his slacks, a low rumble sounding in his throat, you smiled at him, “Aaron your so handsome.” You murmured, “Especially like this.” You breathed, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks, bringing them down enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth always watered at the sight of Aaron’s cock, long and girthy, the tip red and angry, with a pearl of precum adorning it, you licked a long strip from base to tip, before taking his tip in your mouth, a sigh escaping from him as he tangled his hands in your mouth. “You always look so pretty, but your so gorgeous when you have my cock in your mouth.” You moaned around his cock at his praise, taking more of him in your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down, groans and sighs escaping his mouth at the feeling of you giving him head.

You loved riling him up by sucking his cock, the weight of his cock in your mouth never failed to get you wet, the heady taste never failing to make you so needy, you took a deep breath, before swallowing his cock to the base, a moan escaped his throat as his hand tightened in your hair. You pulled off of him, a string of saliva and precum the only thing connecting you to his cock, the string snapped and you wiped it as you stood up, straddling Aaron, bringing your lips to his desperately, your tongues clashing and spit slipping from the corners of your mouths, you grinded yourself against his hard cock, a gasp escaping you at the feeling of cock pressing against your clothed pussy, “Fuck Aaron, wanna ride you so bad.” You whined, circling your hips, he let out a breathy chuckle, “Is that what this is about baby? Wanna ride my cock?” You nodded, a whimper falling from your mouth as he grabbed your ass roughly. “Yea, wanna fuck myself on your cock baby.” You pulled your panties to the side, too desperate to completely pull them off, you moaned at the feeling of your bare pussy against his cock, you bucked your hips at the feeling, your head finding a place on his shoulder.

You heard a dark chuckle before you felt a hand tangling in your hair and pulling you upright, forcing you to stare at Aaron, “If your gonna ride my cock, your gonna fucking look at me while you do it, you can be a good girl and do that right?” You nodded vigorously, whimpering at the feeling of your hair being pulled, you lifted yourself, lining his cock up with your entrance, and dropping yourself down on his cock in one movement, a gasp fought its way out of your throat, you knew Aaron was big, and usually when he’s on top he fucks you so good, but the feeling of being on top and the fullness you felt was something you could have never imagined, you threw your head back, trying to regain your composure, Aaron littered kisses against your neck, “Breathe baby, eyes on me.” He murmured, encircling his arm around your waist, you took a deep breath, and looked at him, the sight of him under you was exactly what you wanted, heavy panting and lidded eyes, you clenched around his cock at just the sight of him looking so fucking sexy. He let out a growl, his thumb digging into your side at the feeling of you clenching around him.

You pressed your forehead to his, staring into his eyes as you lifted yourself up and dropped back down, moans coming from both of you as you began bouncing on his cock, “F-Fuck you look so pretty like this, all ruined over my cock.” He was panting, his hand on the small of your back guiding you to rock your hips back and forth, the action causing friction on your clit, you clenched around him once more, a wanton mewl slipping from you, you placed your hand on his chest, pushing him back til his back was on the bed, you continued rocking your hips against him, “Mmm, Aaron feels s’good, fuck your so big.” You were a mess on top of him, you had spent so much time thinking about how it would feel to be on top, and now that you had it, it was indescribable, you were in your own little world, relishing in the feeling of how deep Aaron was, Aaron planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you, a scream tore from your throat, instantly losing your balance and tumbling into his chest as he continued pounding into you from below, moans and cries of ecstasy falling from your lips.

“A-Ah Aaron, gonna cum!” Tears were trickling down from the pleasure he was giving you, you met his thrusts, bouncing up and down, chasing your high, your hand on his abdomen, feeling the coil in your stomach threatening to snap, “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me hm? That’s what you wanted right? To cum while you were riding me? Go ahead baby” He murmured, holding off his release so you could let go first. A choked sob came from you when he brought his hand down to your clit, your orgasm washed over you, waves and waves of pleasure, your thighs trembled and you clenched tightly around him, the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly triggered his own orgasm, hot ropes of white cum staining your insides, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you both came down from your highs, Aaron let out a chuckle, “So this is what you got all pretty for? You wanted to ride me?” You hid your face in his neck, “It’s been on my mind since you left for the case, and it was frustrating me. Had to do something about it.” You mumbled.

He rubbed your back lovingly, “Cmon, let’s go shower and go eat dinner.” You laughed softly, “Oh now you care about dinner?” You smiled up at him, “I cared about dinner from the moment I got home, you just distracted me honey.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, he pulled out of you, you whined at the loss and grimaced at the feeling of his cum leaking out, he stood up, picking you up bridal style and taking you to shower, but to no surprise, he fucked you in the shower, saying something along the lines of ‘having to thank you for riding him’. Lying down in bed, thoroughly satisfied, you looked at him, a smile gracing his features, “I love you.” He whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, before leaning down and kissing you softly, “I love you too.” You said as you snuggled into him, basking in the post sex haze.

When Aaron went into the office the next morning looking well-rested and in a good mood, Morgan patted him on the back, “Had a good night last huh?” Morgan teased, smirk on his face, Aaron smirked back “A very good night indeed.”

[longshotlois]

Tyler Owens x Reader - Animals

A/N: loosely based on the Nickleback song Animals (Youtube link). This is so incredibly self-indulgent and filthy, I make no apologies🫠

Warnings: Smut 18+. MDNI. P in V sex, Tyler SO has a corruption kink, dirty talk, cursing.

Summary: Your parents would never approve, so you spend your evenings sneaking out to see Tyler, letting him fuck you in his truck.

WC: 3k

Tiptoeing down the stairs and slipping out the bathroom window hadn’t been the plan at all, but knowing your parents would never have approved of Tyler in a million years, it was all you had. And so you’d waited till they’d fallen asleep, listening intently till their breaths evened out and your dad began to snore softly before you made a move.

You pulled your curtains to the side, peering down the street and smiling when you spotted his truck parked four houses down on the bend. His lights were out and you knew he was so close, close and waiting patiently for you to climb into the passenger side so he could whisk you away.

Grabbing your cowboy boots, that you’d expertly hidden at the back of the wardrobe, you tiptoed out of the room. Avoiding each creaky floorboard and every stair which threatened to expose your leaving. Every few steps you stopped and listened to make sure they were still snoring away peacefully - which they were, they had no reason to suspect you were sneaking out.

Finally you approached the downstairs bathoom, dropping your boots out first then lifting yourself onto the sill and slipping out undetected by your parents. Your short summer dress riding up as you pulled the boots on and made a bee line for his truck.

“Darlin’ ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” he drawled, whistling lowly as you finally fell to a rest on his truck seat bench. His eyes trailed down your wild curls, hovering on your face for a moment before shamelessly racking your body greedily. Taking in the shape of your breasts that he could catch the smallest of glimpses of through the low cut neckline.

You knew he liked seeing you dressed like this, like the sexy cowgirl of his dreams. And you knew he definitely liked fucking you like this, especially when you were all wild and rilled up on the adrenaline of sneaking out. The sex was just better when it was a secret, the tension and excitement made it addictive even. And he was like a drug to you.

“Hey cowboy,” you greeted him with a grin, propelling yourself over the console and attaching your lips to his hungrily. God. You’d never tire of the way he tasted of mint gum and the outdoors, nor would you forget the soothing aroma of his cologne drawing you in closer and closer till you were practically sat on his lap.

“Mmm… if this s’the greetin’ I get every time I see you, I’ll die a happy man.” He says, the cocky glint in his eyes sending a pulse of heat straight to your core. You loved the way he doted on you, but still found it in himself to fuck you like he hated you.

A shy giggle interrupted your kiss breaking the momentum, he always knew how to bring out that shyness in you. Probably because it turned him on to know he had corrupted the innocent little Y/N he’d met all those months ago.

“Shut up n’kiss me.” You mumbled against his lips, letting your arms link around his neck and hands dive into his hair tugging him impossibly closer. You needed him, the touch of his skin setting your own alight with a fire that couldn’t be stopped.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, pulling away from your lips long enough to salute you like a soldier, diving back into pressing wet opened mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

The moans got caught in your throat, vibrating softly as you hummed and gasped at the touch of his plump lips. “Fuck…” you groaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

“You like that, baby?” He mused in a sultry voice, kissing and licking over the spot to soothe it. You were certain that one day, you would die from how heavenly he could make you feel.

“Ty…” you tugged on the collar of his check over-shirt, guiding him to look towards the back seat. “Please… I can’t wait.” Your voice came out softer, pleading with him to give you what you so desperately craved.

“Goddamn,” he murmured in between pressing chaste kisses to your face and throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He groaned, pushing you away just enough that he could climb into the backseats where there was more space.

You giggled again as he offered you his hand, pulling you over the console and straight into his lap with ease. His hands came to rest on your hips, your knees either side of him straddling his lap as he kissed your neck feverishly.

“Fuck Ty…” you whimpered, feeling his hands smoothing over your sides, holding onto the flesh of your hips like you would disappear if he let go. Your core ached for him as you ground down against his jeans, desperate to give yourself some satisfaction - anything to rid yourself of the dull ache that throbbed between your thighs.

“So eager baby,” he mewled, a hand sneaking up in between you and grabbing a handful of your chest, humming appreciatively as he massaged your tits. “Such a needy girl.”

Your mind was racing, struggling to catch up as he whispered pure unfiltered filth into your ears. His southern drawl only fuelling your need for him further, the effect he had on you was unfair. And he was all too smugly aware of it.

Another desperate whine escaped you as you tugged on his over shirt signalling you wanted it off, and he was all too happy to oblige your desperate whining. His lips never leaving your throat as he bit and licked and sucked his way down, leaving marks you’d struggle to hide from your parents later.

“Fuck darlin’, you look gorgeous all marked up. All mine” he smirked at his handiwork, and you felt your cheeks flush at how much you liked the way he spoke to you like this. The filth.

Steadying yourself with his strong arms you continued to move your hips against him, needy and despairing for him to finally satisfy the urge burning deep beneath your skin.

“Want you.” You mumbled, pulling him into another messy kiss letting him push his tongue into your mouth. Moaning into the kiss he nodded, a hand leaving your thigh to brush up against the sensitive skin beneath your panties which had you convulsing under his expert touch.

He broke out into a smile against your lips when he found the right spot, rubbing his finger in a tantalisingly slow circle around your clit. Watching the way you gasped and convulsed against the welcomed pressure.

You could feel his own arousal building, tenting in his jeans and stretching the denim to near breaking point. You were equally a mess, mewling into his mouth and grabbing at the hair on the nape of his neck needily, tugging as he circled your sensitive bud.

His smirk only grew as your hands fiddled with his belt, struggling against the stupidly large buckle to free his cock of its constraints. Lazily his hand left your clit, leaving you whining at the loss of touch. You watched him eagerly as his hands made quick work of his jeans with a practiced ease.

You gasped softly as he pushed you off him, guiding you to lie back against the truck door as he crawled over the top of you, capturing your lips once more in a frenzied kiss.

“M’gonna make you feel so good baby,” he said, looking down at you with a devilish look in his eyes that you knew too well, one that said he meant business. One that meant you’d be biting your lip and praying no one happened to be sleeping with their windows open tonight because they’d hear you getting fucked and screaming Tyler’s name over and over.

Slowly his hand trailed up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress up higher as his finger tips skimmed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You writhed under his touch, staring up at him with a pleading look in your eyes begging him to quit teasing and give you what you wanted.

“Ty please… I need you now.” You cried as his finger returned to drawing circles around your clit, teasing you because he knew he had you wrapped around his pinky finger.

“You gonna cum for me first baby?” He smirked, giving you no warning before slipping his ring finger inside of you. The intrusion was welcomed, the feeling of his finger brushing against your walls, slick with your arousal. “Good girl taking me so well.”

A strangled moan escaped you as he praised you, inserting a second finger past your lips and curling them deep inside you. He loved making sure you were fucked out, and if that meant making you cum around his fingers before he satisfied that urge inside of him, then so be it.

“So wet for me.” He commented lowly jaw slack as he watched your response to his ministrations, scissoring his fingers inside of your wet cunt and stretching you out in preparation for his cock.

A chorus of sighs and expletives tumbled out of your mouth, repeating his name in a quiet whisper as he began to fuck you with his fingers. It took him a moment but once he found that spongey spot that made you squirm, he hit it repeatedly until your thighs were pressed together and your cunt was clenching around him.

“Oh fuck Tyler!” You cried softly as you came, reaching your peak and losing all control of yourself as your legs shook in response to his touch. Your head thrown back and eyes screwed shut in utter bliss, hips grinding against his hand as you rode out your high. Nothing would top this feeling.

“Fuck me Ty…” you begged as he slowly pulled his fingers from you, watching him with lust-lidded eyes as he brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean. Your cheeks reddened as he groaned at the taste of you, watching your every move through his darkened eyes.

“Whatever my baby wants,” he smirked, one hand fisting around his length, the other pulling his boxers down to his knees. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he lined himself up, his cock brushing against your clit teasingly.

Though from the look on his face you knew he was just torturing himself now, prolonging the inevitable. Because in a few short moments he’d be slamming into you and praying he would last longer than thirty seconds when he felt your walls around him.

You moaned as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side, pushing the head of his cock through your wet folds slowly. So slow that you raised your hips in an attempt to hurry him, which only made him chuckle, pressing a rough kiss to your lips as he sheathed himself inside of you.

“Fuck… you feel amazing.” He groaned, pausing his movements to give you a chance to adjust to his size. You were mewling inconsolably in his ear, kissing what you could of his skin as he spoke to you with that tone that drove you crazy. His southern accent went straight through you and spoke directly to your clenching cunt.

He waited till you’d sighed softly in pleasure before he moved, speeding up until he was setting an absolutely punishing pace as his hips clashed against yours needily. The feeling of his cock filling you up was one that left you insatiable, every time his hips retreated you missed the feeling. Until seconds later he thrust back inside of you and all felt right in the world again.

“Fuck Ty,” you moaned louder than you had intended, blushing when his large hand came up to cover your mouth and muffle the sounds escaping you.

“Easy baby, don’t want anyone to hear you.” He teased, a cruel grin spreading across his face as he thrust harder into you. Your eyes widened, looking up at him in undeniable ecstasy as he fucked you fast and hard. You were certain he was the best fuck this side of the states, not that you had much to compare him to but still.

You moaned again, the sound muffled by his hand but still loud enough to let him know he had you on the brink once more, teetering on the edge of blinding white pleasure. That knowledge only encouraged him to fuck you harder, groaning softly to himself as his hips snapped against yours.

If anyone were to have looked in the window of his truck right now, they would see the way your dress was pushed up to your waist messily, the blissed-out look on your face as he took you in the backseat of his truck. You certainly would've looked out of place on your street, a shadow of the goody two shoes you were when you first met him. And you knew that it turned him on more than he'd be willing to admit that he had been the one to corrupt you so sinfully.

"C'mon pretty girl, cum for me." He drawled into your ear, teeth gently clamping around your earlobe before he pulled back, with the intent of watching the look on your face as you fell apart around his cock. "Ohh fuck... that's it." he praised as you felt yourself tense in preparation of your oncoming orgasm.

"Tyler... oh god... oh Tyler," you let out appreciatively, not caring who overheard you, not when he was making you feel this good. You would shout it from the rooftops if it meant just five more minutes of feeling like this. It was like you were drunk on him, he was the worst drug you'd ever touched, and you weren't even legal to drink.

"Shit... you're squeezin' me so tight, sweetheart." he groaned at the feeling, your cunt tensing around him as your second orgasm hit you hard. You could sense it in his thrusts he was getting close to his own high, his hips faltering every couple of thrusts as filthy words crept past his lips.

Half the time, you weren't sure he even knew what he was saying just speaking for the sake of filling the silence, but you didn't mind at all. As long as he didn't stop pounding into you like this, he could say anything and everything.

"Fuck does it turn you on baby?" he grunted, smashing his hips into yours with such ferocity that you were certain it would leave bruises, "Knowing that I'm fuckin' you like this, while your daddy sleeps thinking his precious angels in bed?" His teeth sunk into your collarbone as the words tumbled from his mouth.

The moan that you let out at his filth was damn near pornographic, writhing underneath his body weight and pushing your own hips up to meet his thrusts eagerly, doing your best to match his pace and drive him impossibly deeper inside of you.

“You’re filthy,” you hissed, feeling your cheeks warm because despite how true that was, the wetness between your legs was telling enough. As filthy as he was, you were just as bad because you loved it. Craved it even.

He grinned down at you, capturing your lips with his once more. His pace becoming more and more affected by his pending orgasm, hips staggering as his groans became louder.

“Oh my god… Tyler.” you whimpered, completely drunk on his cock as he bucked into you violently. “I’m gonna cum again.” You sighed blissfully, eyes rolling back into your head as he split you in two, violently chasing his own high.

“I’m there pretty girl,” he moaned softly, holding out as long as he could until he felt the familiar feeling of your cunt clenching around him and letting his own release take over, spilling his seed into you with a satisfied sigh.

His weight collapsed on top of you, face buried into the crook of your neck as he fought to get his breath back. You were much the same, feeling him soften still inside of you caging the evidence of your orgasms between your thighs. You whined softly when he pulled out of you, the feeling of your mixed cum trickling slowly down your thigh.

"uh... y/n?" Tyler's voice came suddenly, his tone completely different from what you expected. You glanced up at him, seeing him grimace in the direction of your parent's home. You shot up from your position on your back squinting when you saw the front porch lights had come on and your father was standing in his dressing gown looking up and down the street.

"Fuck." You thought for a moment, watching your mother appear behind him a worried expression on her face. Looking back to Tyler who looked suitably horrified, as much as he had just fucked you, the both of you had planned to eventually introduce him to your parents, but something told you this was definitely not the right circumstances to do so.

"Tyler, drive." you hurried him into the front seat, crouching down in the back so they wouldn't see you. A devious smirk on your face, you'd been caught already, it was well worth your while to make the most of it tonight.

Tyler looked back at you, eyebrow raised as if to ask if you were sure. Not that he'd deny himself of spending more time with you, but he knew you were bound to be in trouble if you got caught in his truck. You nodded to him, smirking as he put the truck in gear and pulled out of the street.

“Guess we’ll turn you into a pro at this whole sneaking around thing yet darlin’.” he teased with a grin, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

[sunshineangel0]

save a horse...

pairing- cowboy!lee minho x city girl!reader genre- strangers-to-Lovers Vibes, cowboy au, humor, fluff word count- 1.6k warnings- explicit sexual content, oral (f. receiving), sex (protected), public-ish setting, language, hay? (yeah, there’s hay.), light dominance, dirty talk, praise/degradation mix, fluff too a/n- ive been watching twisters too often folks and done and dusted series has me in a chokehold sooo. also, sorry if the spicy scene is a little rushed though 😭 im no professionl in writing those

You hadn’t planned on spending your summer knee-deep in dirt and attitude, but here you were—boots borrowed, suitcase dusty, and a sunburn threatening to ruin your entire vibe. The ranch sat somewhere between nowhere and "you’re lost," and every minute you spent on it was a reminder that your cousin’s destination wedding came with a catch: help out at her fiancé’s family ranch for a week, or don’t come at all.

Which is how you met him.

Lee Minho.

Tan skin. Smirking mouth. Hands in his back pockets like he had all the time in the world—and knew you didn’t.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

You glanced down at your overpriced sneakers and back at him. “Wow. What gave it away? The lack of hay in my hair?”

He grinned, slow and wicked. “That, or the way you looked at the horse like it just insulted your mom.”

You narrowed your eyes. “It tried to bite me.”

“It sniffed you.” “Same thing.”

He chuckled and pushed off the fence he’d been leaning against. The denim on denim should’ve looked ridiculous. It didn’t. “Name’s Minho. I’m in charge of making sure you don’t die out here.”

“That’s comforting.”

“You’ll live.” He walked past you, then tossed something over his shoulder. “If you can keep up.”

You should’ve ignored him. You should’ve rolled your eyes and gone back to pretending there was Wi-Fi. Instead, you followed. Because something about the way he said it—a challenge wrapped in a smirk—made you want to prove him wrong.

And maybe—just maybe—you liked the way his jeans fit way too much for your own good.

You spent the rest of the afternoon fake-working. Watering stuff. Feeding something. Trying not to trip over your own feet or punch a chicken.

Minho showed you how to hold the feed bucket “without looking like it weighs more than you.” You told him to mind his business. He just smirked again, that damn smirk, and let you struggle anyway.

By sunset, your shirt clung to your back and your temper hung by a thread.

“I’m starting to think this whole ‘ranch experience’ thing is a scam,” you muttered, dragging your body to the porch where Minho sat, a beer in his hand, sweat drying on his neck.

“You still haven’t ridden.”

You blinked. “The horse?”

He looked at you over the rim of his bottle. “What else would I mean?”

You snorted. “Please. I’m a city girl, not a rodeo queen.”

“You afraid?” he asked, pushing up from his chair and stepping closer. Close enough that you could smell the sun on his skin and something warmer beneath it.

“I don’t do ‘afraid.’ I do ‘sensible.’”

He leaned in, voice dropping just enough. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn't, really. Because now his hand was brushing your waist as he reached past you for something—a rope, maybe, or an excuse—and your brain had short-circuited around the way his fingers lingered just a second too long.

Minho grinned, too smug for someone that pretty. “Tell you what,” he said, stepping back. “You ride tomorrow, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Your eyebrow arched. “Define ‘worth.’”

He didn’t. Just tipped his hat, winked, and said, “Save a horse, sweetheart. Ride a cowboy.”

You didn’t sleep much that night. Maybe it was the creaky bed, or the crickets, or maybe it was the way Minho had said it—ride a cowboy—like a dare, a promise, or both.

The man was cocky. That much was obvious. But it wasn’t the empty kind. He knew things. How to move. How to look at you like he was already three steps ahead.

And you hated it. Except you didn’t.

The next morning, you showed up at the stables wearing the same borrowed boots and a little more nerve.

Minho was already there, brushing down a chestnut mare. He didn’t look up when you walked in, just said, “Thought you’d chicken out.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

That got his attention. He turned, gave you a slow once-over, eyes dragging like warm honey down your legs and back up to your mouth. “Guess you are.”

He didn’t smile this time. Just held your gaze, then clicked his tongue and motioned toward a saddled horse. “Let’s go.”

The ride was rough. You weren’t good at it, and Minho was very good at enjoying that fact.

“Loosen your grip,” he called out. “Unless you like pain.”

“Maybe I do,” you shouted back, surprising even yourself.

Minho laughed—deep, full. The sound hit you low in the gut.

By the time you made it back, you were exhausted, sweaty, and... strangely wired. Like something had settled under your skin, warm and restless. You were ready to snap—or do something reckless.

Minho tied up the horses and walked over. He was quiet for a beat, then said, “You did good.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No snarky comment?”

He stepped closer. “Thought I’d give you a break. Unless you miss the banter.”

You didn’t move. Neither did he. The air between you snapped tight, full of heat and dust and something you hadn’t let yourself name yet.

“I thought you were gonna make it worth my while,” you said, voice low.

He smirked. “I did. You didn’t fall off.”

“That’s it?”

Minho leaned in, hand grazing your hip, thumb hooking into a belt loop. “No,” he murmured. “That’s not it.”

Then he kissed you.

You didn’t even make it to the house.

The second the barn door creaked shut behind you, Minho had you pressed against it, mouth on your neck, hands already dragging your shirt up like he’d been dying to get his hands on you all week—and maybe he had. Maybe you had, too.

“You have no idea,” he growled, breath hot on your throat, “how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“You’ve been a smug asshole since the minute I got here,” you panted, hands in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him grunt. “Could’ve said something.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He nipped your collarbone, shoved your bra up with one hand and sucked your nipple into his mouth like he’d earned it.

Your back arched off the door. “Fuck—”

“That’s the plan,” he muttered.

Then he dropped to his knees.

Rough hands gripped your thighs, shoved your jeans and panties down in one smooth move. You kicked them off without thinking. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and dove in like a man starved—tongue flat, then pointed, then circling your clit with obscene skill. No teasing. No warm-up. Just pressure and precision and filthy groans like he loved the taste of you.

“Jesus, Minho—” Your hand clawed at the wood behind you, other fisting his hair as your hips bucked forward. He didn’t stop. Just gripped your ass tighter and buried his tongue deeper, working you like he had something to prove.

You came fast, sudden and hard—your thighs trembling, his name spilling out of your mouth like a broken record.

But he didn’t stop.

“Too much—fuck—Minho—”

“I know,” he mumbled, tongue still moving. “I’m not done.”

He gave you another orgasm—ripped from you with fingers this time, two thick digits inside you, crooking just right while he watched you unravel from below like it was his favorite fucking movie.

And then—finally—he stood.

“You’re soaked,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Bet you’re dying to feel me stretch you out.”

You grabbed at his belt, yanked it open with shaking fingers. “Then shut up and fuck me already.”

“Yeah?” He spun you around, pressed your front to the barn door, one hand in your hair, the other yanking your hips back against him. “Beg.”

You hissed, needy and breathless. “Minho, please.”

“That’s better.”

The condom came on quick, and then you felt it—him—thick and hard, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance, slow and deliberate. He rubbed it through your slick folds first, letting it catch on your clit just to make you squirm.

“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he breathed as he pushed in, inch by inch. “Fucking perfect.”

Your mouth fell open, cheek against the door, breath gone. He was big. The stretch was insane, but so fucking good.

Once he bottomed out, he stayed there, chest to your back, one hand sliding around to palm your tits, the other gripping your throat just enough to keep you in place.

“Still think city girls can’t ride cowboys?”

“Minho,” you gasped, trying to push back onto him.

He chuckled darkly. “Desperate already?”

Then he started to move.

His thrusts were filthy—deep, hard, controlled. He knew exactly how to hit that spot inside you over and over again, how to grind his hips so his base rubbed against your clit every time.

You were gone. No thoughts. No words. Just the sound of skin slapping skin and the sharp moans you couldn’t hold in.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. Take every inch.”

You did.

He fucked you like he owned your body—like you were his and this barn was his bed and the sunlit fields outside didn’t matter. He whispered the nastiest shit in your ear—how good you felt, how tight you were, how fucking pretty you sounded when you begged. And when you came again, a third time, clenching around him so hard he almost lost it, he swore loud and dirty, thrust twice more and spilled with a low, guttural "fuck".

He pulled out. You both stood there for a minute—sweaty, breathless, wrecked.

You turned around slowly, legs shaking. “That what you meant by ‘worth my while’?”

He looked you over—flushed skin, kiss-bitten lips, hay in your hair—and smirked.

“No,” he said, leaning in for one more kiss. “That was just the first round.”

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[thehauntedetheral]

Saw that requests were open. So how about a cowboy with a city girl reader who can’t do shit in the country side? Like girlie would die trying to get eggs from chicken nests or plow a field 😂🎀💅🏻

Yandere Cowboy x Reader 🤠

Requests are open!

You lived in city enjoying your life by shopping, spas, parties and spending your grandpa's money like crazy as you live with him. Your grandpa had it enough. Yes he has a hell lot of money but you should learn how to spend it wisely.

So he forcefully sends you to his farmhouse for your summer break in a town middle of nowhere. You were away from friends and with a poor internet connection. So you tried to find some thing to distract yourself only to find a handsome cowboy with his sturdy cowboy hat and boots living in your grandpa's farmhouse for maintenance.

He became your tour guide and showed you the ranch, farm and all the animals.

He did everything effortlessly. Feeding the cattles, taking out eggs from nest, farming. It wouldn't be so hard to do you thought only if you knew.

The next day you tried to get eggs from nest only to have hens pecking and running after you while yan cowboy simply shakes his head at you while having a silly smile plastered over his face.

You tried horse riding well what can I say the horse kicked you.

You thought about riding the tractor in farm but yan cowboy stopped you from harming yourself and the farm plants.

You thought you have already embarassed yourself more than enough infront of yan cowboy but you have no idea this boy is obsessed and madly in love with you.

He loves how you are willing to try new things .

He loves how you don't give up even after getting badly treated by animals.

Hens are running after you? No worries he will teach you.

You want to learn horse riding? He will personally sit behind you on horse for teaching purpose. Ofcourse not for the purpose to be close to you.

Slowly you two became friends.

Makes you breakfast.

You two take walks in the farm at evening.

Taking care of cattles together in ranch.

Going to grocery store together.

Hitting the local pub and dancing like idiots with each other.

Him and his accent just melts you into a puddle.

You love how he helps you, teaches you tricks on how to handle ranch.

You also love his athletic built and handsome face with his cowboy outfit.

Everything is going on beautiful but as the summer break ends you have to go back to city which is inevitable.

The day has arrived for your departure and you are ready to go home. You will miss this farmhouse but moreover you will miss him more. After all goodbyes are difficult.

You wished you can tell him about your feelings about how much you mean to him, how much you love him and will miss him but there is no meaning in saying it now as you both will be miles apart.

"Think I'll miss you forever

Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky"

-Lana del rey (Summertime Sadness song)

Let me know through comments what you feel about this fic.

Requests are open!

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[artofchoisan]

RIDE OR DIE WITH ME COWBOY

Cowboy!San x Lost!Reader

The plot: A girl lost on a barren road in the desert of Mexico city and a man approaching her to help. Too cliche? Think again.

TW: DOM!San!, Rough cock riding, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Mockery, Teasing.

Words: 4.2k words

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Traveling all across the world with your eyes gazing across the wonders of nature all around and the myriad of flavors and adventure had always been a gift you’ve wanted to own, yet who would know that it would turn out to be the apple that had gotten Adam and Eve to be thrown out of heaven.

“Get a license they said, it will be fun they said.” You grumble and angrily kick the side of your car, broken down in the middle of nowhere, "I should’ve just stayed curious,” you mutter. “Now here I am, stranded."

The road stretches out, barren and lifeless, for kilometers under the scorching Mexican sun. This is one of the most dangerous countries you promised yourself you'd never visit, given the high risk of mafia activity. Now, anxiety and fear grip you, making you feel like bait on a hook. 

Going to Mexico was for the sole reason of visiting one of your sick relatives there and you took the opportunity of making the rounds of many of the restaurants and having a feast of getting a taste of the delicacies there, it was worth it but right now the fear that had you in a chokehold was getting the best of you.

One could mistake you for an old trucker as how the curses flew out of your mouth like a train, “My dad would be so pissed well let’s hope he never had to find my body ugh.”

Since heat reigned across the place, you’ve opted for some light clothing, jeans short and a tank top that showed your cleavage which God had been quite generous with you which you knew you’ve got nothing to complain as you bend down looking for the cause of all this mess as you sigh, “I know nothing of cars.”

Frustration and annoyance etched into your features as you wiped off the sweat off your forehead, “If this heat doesn’t end me then this heat will surely do and damn those heels.” Kicking out your heels off your feet away as your gaze went back into glaring at the car as if it would magically apologize for the chaos and betrayal you were facing because of it, “Come on Mr Car, please do work I don’t want to die here.”

Shaking your head and cursing at the heavens, you caught something in the corner of your eye, the silhouette of a person, turning your head to face it, you felt your heart drop blood to drain off your face. 

“What the fuck.” Whispering under your breath as you saw the tall and broad shouldered frame of a man coming towards you giving off the western cowboy vibe a little bit too good but it wasn’t time to be in awe as you were in the middle of a barren road with that suspicious man coming towards you.

You back away slightly, your gaze never leaving him in case you need to make a run for it, good thing you had thrown off your heels, you can run better. 

As he was coming closer, you took in his look even better and your breathing hitched.

Was it the scorching sun that caused you to be feeling such a heat or was it the way the man coming towards you wore a black cowboy hat, head tilted down yet you could see there was a scarf that covered his face, already a red flag.

The closer he was reaching to you, the more detailed his appearance became. 

His muscular frame was partially covered by a black jacket with fringes that swayed with his movements. Studs lined the jacket, which barely hid his chest that moved at the way he was breathing barely hiding how toned and defined his muscles look, making you wonder what was the purpose of the jacket itself.

His abdominal muscles were toned and defined and was such a contrast, broad shoulders with a small waist only rendered for a wolf of lust and fear to fight within you unsure of the emotion you should feel.

The man came closer to you and stopped, your breath hitched as you saw the intensity of his feline eyes. 

Backing away slightly in fear, body shaking yet your eyes not being able to unfocused from his toned muscles that were on display as you waited for him to say something and indeed he did, “Are you alright Miss?”

Once more, his voice was raspy and slightly deep, his head tilted to the side as he lifted something in his hand, “I usually come into this part of the road as it’s more quiet and I saw you but I ended up almost getting hit by a pair of flying heels.”

“I…I’m sorry..” Stuttering out as you gulp still not wanting to trust this man, “I was just being annoyed and I didn’t see you there.” 

Vulnerability and fear darted across your aura to which he wasn’t blind, nor was he blind to your attire, glistening sweat drenched over your legs and exposed cleavage as you breathed. The man cleared his throat as he looked back into your eyes, “It’s alright Miss I’m here to help you. I knew of upcoming debris but never of upcoming heels”

The way he tried to lighten the atmosphere was yet to calm the uneasiness inside of you, ever since young you had been taught to never trust anyone blindly especially being brought by a single father who promised to keep you from every harm even if that means to kill.

A weak smile reached your lips which made him to smile, although you couldn’t see it through the scarf that covered for half of his face except for those eyes that hide an intensity like nothing else yet some warmth linger in them,

Eyes are the windows of the soul and those had nothing to hide.

“So let’s see what the issue is with this.” The man turned his attention to the car, bending down as he inspected the inside, getting a glimpse of his waist and how his arm flexed making his muscles bulge out as you gulped.

Starting timidly, “Somehow it just broke down and I’ve been stuck in here for an hour and I’m not even having any signal even here.” Relaxing slightly as you lean against your car, still keeping some distance with this stranger, “And this scorching heat is getting the best of me, didn’t know it would be that hot in Mexico.”

The man chuckled softly, the sound muffled by the scarf. “Mexico can be quite unforgiving this time of year,” he replied, his voice tinged with amusement. “But don’t worry, we’ll get you back on the road soon.”

You watched as he continued to inspect the car, his movements deliberate and confident. Despite your father’s warnings echoing in your mind, you couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of relief at the stranger’s presence. He seemed competent, and there was something in his demeanor that suggested he genuinely wanted to help.

As he worked, you took the opportunity to study him more closely. His eyes, the only visible part of his face, were a deep, intense brown, framed by thick lashes. They conveyed a mix of focus and curiosity, occasionally flickering up to meet your gaze. There was a subtle kindness in them that put you a bit more at ease.

“Do you know a lot about cars?” you asked, trying to make conversation and distract yourself from the lingering unease.

He glanced up, his eyes crinkling at the corners as if he were smiling beneath the scarf. “You could say that. Grew up fixing things, so cars became second nature.” He straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag he pulled from his back pocket. “Looks like your radiator overheated. We’ll need to let it cool down before we do anything else.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude. “Thank you for stopping to help. I didn’t know what I was going to do out here.”

“It’s no trouble,” he assured you. “I couldn’t just leave someone stranded in this heat.” He stepped back, giving you some space. “So, what brings you to this part of Mexico?”

“Just a road trip,” you said, shrugging lightly. “Needed a break from everything back home. a change of scenery might help clear my head.”

San nodded understandingly. “I get that. Sometimes, a change of scenery is exactly what you need.”

“I’m sorry but do you have any water?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Your voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if you were revealing a weakness.

He nodded thoughtfully. “I have some in my truck. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

As he walked towards his vehicle, you couldn’t help but watch him, your mind racing with a mixture of thoughts and emotions. San seemed genuine, but your father’s voice still echoed in your mind, reminding you to be cautious, you’ve found him faster than you expected.

More like, he had found you. 

Trust was a luxury you couldn’t afford easily.

San returned a few minutes later with a bottle of water, which he handed to you. “Here, drink this. You need to stay hydrated.”

“Thank you,” you said gratefully, taking the bottle with trembling hands. You sipped the cool water and some water fell onto your cleavage, not caring as you were parched for hours under this heat and looking back at San from the corner of your eyes as you noticed his gaze flashed onto your chest then quickly darted your eyes away.

“Oops,” you murmured, glancing up at San with a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that.”

San chuckled softly, his eyes flickering down for a brief moment before meeting yours again. “No worries. It’s hot out here, water doesn’t always go where you want it to.”

Embarrassed, you looked down shyly, your cheeks warming. “I was really thirsty,” you admitted softly, your gaze lingering briefly on his toned stomach before you looked back into his eyes, “Thank you for the help with my car, I really want to thank you for helping me out.”

San chuckled, “It’s alright I’m just being a good samaritan here.”

“No please.” Stopping him with your voice as you look down shyly, “Please let me thank you. How about a treat?” Your own voice turned sultry as you pressed yourself against his bare chest as his eyes widened, “You truly deserve a reward for this all.”

“I’m curious to know what kind of reward that would be.” He blinked slowly, eyes still fixated on yours as he felt your hesitation but the hunger in your gaze? Even a blind man could see that.

Your fingers trailed onto his arms feeling the muscles on his biceps, “Will you let me?” Palming his biceps as your mouth fell open before looking back into his eyes, “The scorching heat always makes me act up.” Looking up at him with innocent eyes as a playful smirk danced onto your lips like snakes ready to slither around him.

Choi San, you could see how this man had the restraint of a monk, quite admirable for a man. 

Yet you were not blind to the thirst in his gaze that you wanted to be the one to quench. San placed his hand on your cheek as he lifted your face up, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips as you smiled at him, “You’re truly something but are you sure it’s what you want.”

“Anything for you Mr cowboy.” 

That was all the consent he needed before he took the scarf off his face, your eyes widened as if you’vr had the air knocked off your lungs, as if he was seizing it not letting it go. You needed this man to mark you right here and there, sharp feline eyes that caused your knees to be weak, sharp jawline with lips begging to be kissed.

A breathy ‘fuck’ rushed past your lips and that was all you could say before he grin, a dimple appearing in the depth of his cheek, “This reward is truly unlike any other, I’ll take it.”

Finally breathing the distance, as San kiss you roughly and fuck, the neediness in your own soul made you feel like a whore but for such a man to whom your arms were wrapped his neck, you could throw your whole dignity out of the window, nothing mattered right now except for how he held your waist and how his lips were so sinful and rough against yours.

Your moans mixed with his grunts as breathy curses escaped your lips, he wasted no time in biting your lips ordering for entrance to which you once more obeyed, your own moans growing louder as his tongue felt like heaven inside of your mouth.

The way he bit your lips was hard, none caring whether blood was oozing out, you wanted only him right now and oxygen wasn’t of your main concern right now as your arms explored his back and gripped onto his jacket.

San was the first one to break the kiss as you both were breathing heavily but his mouth wasted no time in cascading down to your own neck, lips feeling sinful against yours as you felt him chuckle, “How do you want it? How would you like for me to fuck you?”

“Fuck, please let me ride you.”

“I’ll take that reward.” With that, you were pushed away from the car as you pushed San inside the car, his back hitting the seat as you smirked and got on top of him.

“I’ll ride you to tears, cowboy.”

With that your mouth was what found his neck first, wanting to engrave your bite into his skin as your nails scratch onto his chest as he groaned while his hand found the hem of your shirt and you smiled at him, “Since you wanted to see them that bad.” 

You removed off your shirt along with your bra, letting your naked breast to be in full view as you trailed your fingers on them while San take a deep breath looking at your breast before reaching a hand and groping them, your head thrown back with moans rushing past your lips, “Feels so good.”

Quickly straddling onto him as you moan more, his other hand played with your nipple as you whine out more, face lost in pleasure as you rub yourself against his crotch, string of the word ‘fuck’ and ‘feels good’ was what came out your mouth as he praised your breast. “They’re so big and pretty.”

His slender fingers rubbed through them and pinched, eliciting moans from you, “God, you’re so good.”

Your nipples and breast were sure to be red and purplish with how his fingers and hand were abusing them but the pleasure made you care for nothing else. Then he pulled his upper body up as you unintentionally gulped with how close he got to your face, that same dangerous smirk burst onto his lips, “I wonder how they taste now.”

Lowering his head down, as his mouth takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

His gaze looked up at you, mockingly at how you twitched and moaned at his every touch as he tongue swirled around it, sucking on it and biting it while pulling it slightly. San was such a wild teasing beast. 

Opening your mouth to say something but once more you’ve got the air knocked out of your lungs as he blew some air onto your nipple, “Please…” Whining wasn’t one of your trait but instead of you holding the strings, you became his puppet into his hands as he darted out his tongue to lick slowly onto your nipples, “You’re..making me go crazy.”

Once more his taunting chuckle was heard, “Princess…” He began, “You’re already losing yourself on my tongue..” His whisper growing closer to your ear, “Are you sure you can take my cock?”

You were shaking and breathing heavily too bad to even reply to him, the pleasure coursing through your veins felt too good as he whispered once more, “Let me play with you a little more before that. I will make you cum three times, so better behave like a good girl and I want you to orgasm by rubbing yourself on me.”

“Pl..please— uh ah, ‘s too s-sensitive.”

Your own words betrayed your actions as you began to rub yourself against his clothed crotch, already feeling how big his bulge was as your mouth dropped open into a silent scream, your hand reached down to touch him but he grab onto your hand, amusement swirl into his stare, “Be a good girl and obey but let me make it easier for you.”

He worked onto the buttons of your shorts as he pulled them down slightly to reveal how damp your underwear already got, “Now you can hump.”

His words lead you into a trance as you obeyed, head thrown back with your hand resting onto his broad shoulders as you rubbed yourself and as time goes, you gasped out and shameless rub yourself against his crotch to chase your highs, “Fuck… fuck oh fuck… so good.”

Time seems to be lost for you, as it felt like hours how you came with only mere minutes, yet he was still hard. Your underwear is already messy from the stain of your own orgasm but his words resonate in your mind, he will make you go to orgasms two more times.

“You can now ride me princess.”

“What..” You breath out, he truly had fucked you dumb.

His dimple appeared once more, his fingers reached to your underwear as he just ripped it, “Sit on me princess, show me how good you’re at riding.”

The cockiness that drip from his tone made you even more aroused yet you completely almost forgot what lead you to be such a needy whore to be begging for this man’s cock like that, “Take your time, I don’t want you to get hurt although it seem you will be enjoying getting bruised up.”

Audacity danced like shadows into your gaze, as your fingers trailed his sharp jawline, “Don’t worry handsome, we will see who will have the last words.” Already unbuckling his belt, pulling down the zipper and pushing down his pants along with his boxer as you watched his cock being released out from its restraint.

And, fuck.

Choi San was exactly to your liking, your gaze never leaving how hard he was right now, the veins were protruding and the tip already was leaking from pre-cum, seem like the way you were humping against as if you were in heat indeed had an effect on him, his tip was raging red and for someone who wasn’t a fan of sucking, you would’ve broken all the rules just for your mouth and tongue to get a taste of this man’s cock.

“God, you’re making me act so bad.” You moan out, reaching your fingers down to touch yourself but he stops you, you watched him as he wrapped his hand around his cock as he lazily pumped it watching how your naked breast moved.

Seeing where his gaze was at, you touched your breast and moaned out pinching your own nipple as you mewled out, pressing them together as you cursed as you looked back at him as he gripped hard on his cock, “Do you enjoy the show? Well let’s not waste any time then.”

Moving slightly more on top of him, liming up yourself closer to his cock, lining it against your entrance. Moving up before, you felt the tip of his cock to slide inside of you and this already got you to want to act feral, yet you calmed yourself down and rested on his pelvis and moved your hips in slow circles as your own breathing grew heavy.

“What?” Whining out as he grabbed your ass.

“Do it properly princess, you promised me a good show right?”

The cockiness in his sinful voice felt like heaven on this earth, raising your hips slightly before you sank yourself onto his cock and cursed out, he was big, way bigger than you expected or you were just too small for him.

Looking back at him, pleased at how pleasure was written all over his face, mouth opened slightly as he looked up at you, “You’re bigger…than I expected.”

“Come on baby, I’m sure you can do it.”

His praises were all you needed as well as how his lips parted and breathy grunts and groans was all you could hear for him, making the hunger inside of you to get even bigger.

”Let’s see what you got.” With that you wasted no time, placing your hand onto his shoulders, nails digging his skin as you moved up, feeling how perfectly his cock was sliding into of you, you couldn’t even fathom to tease him betrayed by your own lust as you slammed down hard onto him with a loud fuck from the both of you.

Wanting to be more in control and wanting to chase your own highs especially how his hand fondled onto your breast, you increase your own pace and the feeling of his cock inside of you made you to bounce even more onto him, arching your back as you moved even wildly as he cursed out, “F-fuck princess.. God you’re—fuck, so f-fast. Want to slow d-down?” 

Once more, you’ve moved up before slamming down on his moaning out and this time chuckling, “You can take it.”

San’s head falling back against the seat as you smile, “I think…I love this.. Having you like this.” Moving even more, “I can touch you all I want to cowboy.” You can feel his hand gripping tighter on your ass, “You’re driving me too wild.”

“Fuck I’m so near.” San cursed out as you giggled before slowing down as he cursed more before his hand spanked your ass hard at your teasing as you giggle more before moving even more slowly and before he could say anything else, you slammed yourself hard into him more and picking up your space, up and down harder on his cock.

“I’ll be the one to decide when you can come.” San lost it when your hips rolled even more sensually around him, your nails creating moon crescent mark into his skin, your thighs sticking to his skin, your both body drenched in sweat at how wild you’ve been, running a ran through your hair as you moaned out, “You cock feel so good inside of me, y-you want to come now.”

Fingers once more tracing across his neck and jawline as you movement never stop, he had been so lost into the pleasure and how your movement were that he didn’t even thrust, your brush off the hair that stick to his forehead as you slammed once more into him, “You…are allowed to come now.” 

With one last slam to your core as you reach your own climax, you remove yourself from him as white strings of cum stains the inside of your car.

Exhaustion took a toll on your body as you almost fell on him but he was the one who dragged you down as you both came down from your high with ragged breathing escaping the both of you, your hand rested onto his bare chest with your naked body shaking and pressed up against him.

San ran a hand through his hair as he smiled, “Fuck that was wild.”

“Hope your reward was worth it.” Breathing out completely tired.

His voice came out as warm, “It was totally worth it.”

For a while, you both enjoyed the silence, waiting for your breath to become more steady, “I’ll get myself cleaned up at a nearby hotel then I will be leaving except if you want to take more from your reward.” 

“You’re truly something else.” San laughed, yet you could feel how jovial he looked, “But I lived nearby so you can get clean up there and maybe some food if you haven’t eaten yet, they serve the best tacos here, maybe that will make you want to come here often.”

Chuckling as you get off his chest smiling as you slip on your shirt, “Well if I can get good food and a good dick, I’ll surely be coming here more often.”

“Oh.” San realized something, “With all what had happened I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Choi San.”

You knew of his name already, that’s what you were here for afterall.

“Nice to meet you Choi San.” Replying with a giggle as you help him with his clothes as you introduce yourself, “I’ll follow you from my car, so lead the way San.”

As you watched him getting into his own truck, you smile turned into a frown as you picked up your phone and dial someone’s number and the voice of a man greeted you through the phone, “Yes, I’ve found him, no worries, they’ll have to go through me if they even think of laying their hand on... him.”

[gladiatorcunt]

- # GIVE A FLY SOME HONEY !!

all roads lead to death valley

cw: southern setting & accents, sui ideation/thoughts, protected sex (are you proud of me), dead dove ending and undertones, sort of ambiguous, virgin cowboy!anakin x virgin afab!reader, ROTS coded!anakin, r2’s a horse, the force is in place of the christian God and is referred to as such at times, star wars being a fictional franchise in a star wars au fic, weird mix of a farm and a ranch, spanking, clit slapping, biting, reader’s inner freak has some crazy thoughts, mentions of humiliation and collaring/choking, anakin murders somebody (one scene of violence), what a heat advisory and the south’s sex education does to a mf, implied plus size and neurodivergent!reader, kidnapping????????????, mention of drugs, reader has a lot of internalized shame about where they’re from

wc: 4.2k (unedited)

what if instead of star wars it was called 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 wars

consider commissioning me!

Your unlucky streak rears its ugly head yet again. June was already shaping up to be a hot month, and your junkyard car wouldn’t start. You’re used to driving long stretches of road with nothing but livestock in fields to gawk at, it comes with the territory. But you couldn’t afford gas and decided to push your luck on the way back home, nevermind that the drive would be at least 20 hours. Moving to the city had its drawbacks, the road trip to and back being one of them.

“No, no. Come on, please work. Do you need me to fucking sing to you or something?” You groan, fruitlessly twisting your key in the ignition over and over.

Nope, “Tough shit.” Your engine mocks, death coughs sputtering out one after the other.

“ ‘You havin’ trouble?” A masculine voice shouts from behind you.

You get startled by the sound and gracefully slam your head up into the roof of the car as you turn around. You must look like quite the sight, clutching your now throbbing head and stumbling out of your broken down hand-me-down car on a long open road. Once you’ve blinked enough to adjust to the harsh sunlight, your eyes land on a tall muscular figure riding a horse. The clip clop of the horse’s dirty hooves on the gravel pierce your ears but the gentle sway of the man’s fluffy hair softens the blow.

“Um…. yes, sir. I am actually. My…. my car won’t start and I’m all out of gas.” You burn with embarrassment as you get through your explanation, trying your hardest not to throw up from the sheer social anxiety.

“Well that ain’t no biggy, I think I can help with that.” The man cocks his head and hops down from the horse, a white stallion with a few faded black-gray spots here and there. “Stay here, R2.”

You’re standing there dumbly, ignoring the tiny rocks digging into your shoes and the pounding in your skull as the cowboy wanders up to you. The sun bounces off his dark hat in a way that gives him a sort of halo, and you gape like a fish when he tips it down at you in a silent greeting, reaching out to shake your hand after. The silver spurs on his boots reflect sunlight directly onto your face, so you miss his open palm the first time.

His hand is rough, you can feel numerous old scrapes and cuts when you accept the gesture. But it’s so much bigger than yours, and there’s strange heat coming from his skin that you’re hesitant to pin on the southern summer sun. Too handsome, in a way that just can’t be possible, you quickly swipe a fingertip over his ring finger during the handshake and The Force must be looking out for you because there’s no ring. Not that you’re seeking anything out, but in the town you’re from, you’re lucky if anyone makes it past 18 without having a baby and getting hitched as a result.

Anakin tinkers away at your car for over an hour, finding more problems than just a lack of gas. Eventually he determines that you’ll die in this heat before you can back on the road, so he asks you to accompany him back to his ranch and he’ll send out one of his employees to bring your car around. You try to show him that you’re listening by ‘hm’-ing and nodding every so often, but it’s hard to rip your eyes away from a very attractive man bent over and sweaty while he’s fixing your car. You definitely do not want to cry when his flannel lifts up as he wipes the sweat on his forehead away with his greasy hand, revealing the slight softness over his muscles.

Since your car was no longer an option, Anakin grins as he gestures towards his horse, “R2’s a good horse, won’t give you any trouble. He likes to make a lot of noise and has an… acquired sense of humor, but I reckon we’ll get back just fine.”

He has you practice getting off and on the horse for a good while, the next step is letting you adjust to the feeling of being on one. You’d be embarrassed that Anakin’s having to teach you how to ride but his hands curl around your waist, keeping you steady and whispering in your ear to not be so stiff. Horses can smell fear after all, it’d suck to not only have your car be broken but your bones too. It’s a scene straight out of a cheesy romance novel, the kind that’s a tiny yellowed book sold almost exclusively in run down gas stations with a cover not far off from a porno.

Your cheeks are burning the entire way to the ranch, you relax as much as you can on an animal that’s a few hundred pounds of muscle with a searing hot body pressed right up against you from behind. It doesn't take long to get to your destination though, and before you know it sprawling fields bracket a mid size homey wooden building. There are some smaller pens for the cows to stay in and you follow their movement as an employee unlatches the gate and leads them out towards the left most field.

“They gotta switch pastures every so often.” He informs you, urging his horse into an energetic trot, “And it’s a good rule of thumb to have about an acre per cow.”

You tighten your hold on the reins and try not to focus on your fear of falling off. The pace of R2 isn’t one that you struggle to match but then again this is the first time you’ve ever ridden a horse in a long time. You’ve always been too skittish to do it regularly, and when you moved you got rid of the hobby entirely. You take a deep breath and let the horse’s movements travel through you, coming to enjoy the gentle jostling as you go. Anakin keeps his hands around yours on the reigns, making sure you don’t panic and seize up. R2’s not really beginner friendly unless he likes his rider, he has a tendency to just whinny and take off when the spirit moves him.

“The Force has done me good and given me a nice house on nice land, but it don’t mean nothin’ if i’m all by my lonesome. Ever since my dad passed and my ma’ died a few years after that, the workers and the cows are all I got, plus R2 of course.”

All right, he sinks into the jargon a little too much, but the way the sun accentuates the scar on his cheek makes it a charming quirk. You want to lick his teeth when he smiles, you think, before blaming it on an oncoming heatstroke. You’re no better than a man in this moment, and if you had seen him soaking up all of the attention in a crowded room in a bar you’d have no business being in, you like to think that you could pull him. You play with the slightly waxy feel of the leather reins, allowing the sensation of coarseness in the stitching to overpower any coherent thought.

“Why’d you name your horse R2?” You ask, ducking your head as you feel him guide the animal towards the stables.

“Oh uh, I was real wild over these sci fi movies from back when I was a kid. The hero had this robot called R2-D2, and I guess it just stuck with me.” He answers you with a shrug and a mild blush, curving his fingers around yours.

Your stomach warms at the feeling, but you refrain from returning the gesture, he probably isn’t even thinking that deeply about what he’s doing. He’s not obsessing over every square inch of skin that comes into contact with his own, not like you. You’re already missing the comforting weight of Anakin’s herculean body when he’s pulling the reins to stop R2 and hopping off, clamping his big hands around your waist and helping you down. You wobble for a bit and find your footing before you can pick up on how he momentarily froze in front of you, anticipating an easy opportunity to touch you again. Force, you really are stupid, bless your heart.

You glance up at him and start to say something but then you hear rustling in the bushes, Anakin must hear it too because before you can tug on his sleeve and tell him, he’s pulling his revolver out from its holster and striding off towards the sound. You’re quick to learn that he has a bit of a one track mind, especially when it comes to indulging the serpent twisting in between his ribs like a switchblade.

“I’ll be damned…”

You’re supposed to head inside and awkwardly linger around until your car is in good enough condition to get you back to Coruscant. The only thing is, you’ve now found yourself without your new security blanket, and your curiosity agrees with how much you don’t fucking want to speak to any of the people here without Anakin to hide behind. R2 loudly chuffs at you from his stall in the stables, either saying “That’s just how he is, leave him be!” or "What are you doing? You should obviously go after him!” You choose to believe it’s the latter, so you wander off into the distance, following Anakin’s lead.

You catch up to him quicker than you thought you would, and you have half a mind to scold him like a child if you weren’t catching your breath. All you can see is his wide shoulders because he’s hunched over something, your heartbeat quickens when you spot his gun being pointed at something. You circle around him to find a man squirming on the ground like a toddler, twitching every so often. Anakin seems almost enthralled by the desperate display, so he doesn’t notice you until you gingerly place a hand on his shoulder, soft and looking to soothe. Later you won’t remember the blood on the man’s temple or the matching stain on the muzzle of Anakin’s gun, because you didn’t witness that part.

He snaps out of it, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against your knuckles, “ ‘s alright, sweetheart, just a meth head too out of his mind to watch where he’s goin’. Had a knife with him, probably lookin’ to rob somebody blind.”

Your eyes flicker between him and the man, fully aware of how common stuff like drug addicts trespassing is and the old fashioned black and red ‘Trespassers Will Be Shot On Sight’ sign. You’ve grown up around guns, you’re more used to hearing them in a hunting or taking shots at beer bottles kind of way, but it’s not like Anakin’s the only one to have that kind of self enforced rule when it comes to his property. Still… killing a human man is different than making use out of a successful deer hunt, right?

“Maybe we should call the cops, he can’t hurt nobody like that…” You try to reason, casting a pitiful glance towards the cowering man.

There’s a scratch on Anakin’s face that’s still bleeding from the knife the guy had used before Anakin took it, it just barely missed his right eye, he could’ve lost it. You’ll ask to help him with it when you get back to the ranch, but you know that there’s no seeing to it right now. You don’t want to risk an infection just so you could brush your thumb across the wound, you’re not even sure why you want to, it’s like the urge just materialized in your head out of thin fog. Anakin gently shrugs your hand off and uses his free one to pull you against his chest, and it’s like you’re back on his horse, that same fear entwined with exhilaration like barbed wire. Your hearts are beating at the same pace, some folks say that’s how you know it’s love, that’s how you know it’s fate.

“You don’t got the stuff in ya to be a killer, that’s just fine, darlin’. ‘Cause I sure do.” His words dissolve into a previously unknown to you cold sneer.

Anakin clamps a burly, sweaty hand over your eyes as he empties the entire magnum into the tresspasser’s skull. The bright sun bounces off the brim of his hat, casting a shadow over his stormy eyes. He may not have let you witness the massacre, but you will never forget the sickening yelps the poor bastard gave to Anakin like prayer. And then he got put down in a more inhumane fashion than if he were a rabid dog. To your gracious host, there’s probably not a whole lick of difference. Between a wanderin’ sap and a deranged mutt, that is.

But there’s a far off expression on his face, maybe he was once at risk of having two bullets in his temple at the hands of someone unforgiving.

“Welp.” Anakin exclaims, making a point of slapping his thigh as he holsters his pistol. “Better head on home now, I reckon. Come on, honey, don’t want to lose you to the coyotes.”

It’s said like “kai-yohtes.” You balk at his teasing and obediently trail after him, a vulnerable duckling staying in line. The storm is hitting hard by the time you’re out of the woods, and you briefly wonder if the Angels up in heaven are gonna start bowling soon. A saying that got passed around in your family, when you and the ones before you would stare up in wonder and shiver in fear at the thundering purple skies as kids. You remember being surprised that one of the Angels’ bowling balls never fell down to earth, maybe it’d be somethin’ like a meteorite.

As is the case with many things, it’s easy to lose sight of the fresh corpse in the dry grass. Once you turn around and thread your finger through Anakin’s, dirtying them, it’s almost like that man never existed. There must be something wrong with you, sure the situation is so unimaginable that it would be hard to cope with, but shouldn’t you be feeling more guilt than you do? You feel bad, of course, but ‘easy come and easy go’ has always been the way of things in these parts. God giveth and God taketh away.

You’re back where you should be, a narrow dirt path going under a wooden fence to the ranch. Grand trees line the road forming a moss green canopy. A few workers are goofing off and playing a very amateur game of football, blissfully ignorant to the fact that Anakin can obviously see them from his place next to you.

It would be a peaceful place to die, a bright and clear afternoon-evening in the way that the world can only be when you’re about to leave it. That’s how you’d want it to feel, like you’re rowing a boat across the lake you used to go fishing at to see people you’d never thought you’d see again waiting for you. Fall leaves, blinding pale sun, a serene and calming quiet. You’d be the happiest you’ve ever been, skipping even though you never could as a kid. There’d be no sadness, only relief and a memento of everything that’ll only make sense when it’s someone’s turn to see you again. No buzzing from mosquitoes or chirping from crickets, only little lightnin’ bugs. Maybe you only get that kinda ending if you’re good, in the godly sense, if you come from something worth remembering.

Anakin raises an eyebrow and gently jostles you, and just like that your train of thought is derailed. He chalks it up to shock, and nods his head towards a clearing behind the building. A change of plans. You follow, as you are wont to do.

“That rat bastard had it comin’ to ‘im, hun.” He tries to reassure and squeezes your hand, imploring you to see reason. “The Force decided it was his time, sweet thing.”

You shake your head, not disagreeing, just in utter disbelief. “I just… most everyone in my life I've known that’s died did it when I wasn't there. I’ve never had to actually be there when they… you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” And that’s all he says, regardless of the truth.

It’s what you need, somehow he just understands exactly what that is. You’re starting to think that you certainly don’t have a damn clue. You look up at him again, really drinking in every facet of his entire being that you can latch onto and obsess over. You’re remembering why you were so anxious to get out of this sinkhole, it’s a miracle you ever got out of it in the first place. His hair’s all messy, dark curls strewn about like a windswept bale of hay. A storm is brewing in his eyes, like he could Earth to rotate in the opposite direction if he wanted it to. He works his jaw around in a weird way to get rid of the soreness after grinding his teeth.

It’s tantalizing, being the hand holding a man on the edge back from wreaking his God given havoc.

You dot a quick peck on his cheek, scrunching your nose up at the barest hint of prickly stubble.

His eyes widen, and the sun itself shines brighter. The cutest light dusting of pink spreads across his face, so he one ups you by pressing your lips together. It’s exactly how a first kiss should feel, a simple gesture that leaves you breathless and with more butterflies than a flower garden swarming in your tummy. There’s no fireworks, but you can hear wind chimes and birds singing as your lips glide together, the meeting of your tongues is so natural that you won’t be able to remember when his slipped through the seam of your mouth. You want to keen as he maps out your teeth, his spit has to have some kind of aphrodisiac in it.

Anakin works your jeans open and off your legs completely, his pupils expand when he sees your thick thighs in all their glory but he keeps himself from slapping them and acting like they’re the only part of your body. There’s an ever growing to do list in both of your heads, your combined inexperience brings a flurry of perverted ideas and porn scenarios to recreate with it, and you’re sad that you’ll very likely leave with none of them being fulfilled.

He yanks the collar of your tank below your chest, immediately leaving over to bite your cute breasts with all the grace of a rattlesnake. He doesn’t try to make any marks, he just wants to bite wildly and with reckless abandon, like he’s using your tits to self soothe. You’d do the same if he let you at his pecs to be fair, his chest is practically as big as yours if not bigger.

“This means somethin’ to me, hear that? ‘m always gonna remember my first.” He spits, clutching onto your bruised tit like he’s a split second away from sinking his hand into your viscera and dumpster diving for your heart.

He pauses pawing at your tits to reach in his back pocket and pull out a condom. It’s crumpled and the packaging is worn by rubbing against the denim of Anakin’s jeans, you can tell that he’s excited to finally put it to use. You’re glad that there’s some safety measures being taken, but your heart swoops in disappointment at the dose of reality. It’s the kind of thing that calls for the most diabolical, unhinged, strings of goopy fluid hanging from his balls as they slap against your rippling ass, raw sex. You don’t let yourself pout, Anakin’s making good use of the only working brain cell between the two of you. You scoot back on his lap to give him room to pop to button on his pants and whip his dick out. It makes a heavy ‘thwop!’ as it slaps against Anakin’s abs.

Your mouth waters at the sight, so thick with the just right amount of curve, it would scratch your throat perfectly. His hands shake harder as he rips the condom’s packaging open with his teeth and rolls it on his twitching length. You take a deep breath, finding comfort in the tense muscles on Anakin’s shoulders through his warm flannel. He curls a hand around the base of his cock and grasps it tightly, positioning it right under your empty hole. You’re lucky he didn’t have to tell you what to do, because working yourself down every inch would’ve been much more painful if you already needed to be taught a lesson. It’s weirdly sweet, the chaste pecks he presses along your nose and jawline as you adjust to what feels like a tree log forcing your tender folds to stretch around it. Your slutty body tries to twist itself in a pretzel with the way you’re swiveling your hips, trying to get more of Anakin’s dick inside of you when you’ve miraculously already swallowed him to the hilt.

“I want this pretty pussy weepin’ for me, I’m awfully sorry honey but i’m not stopping till it’s gushin’ all over me.” He speaks in between wet kisses up and down the column of your throat.

“Mmm- It’s okay, I want it like that, Ani. Promise- oh my god, so big.”

You make him feel like a man trying to outrun a forest fire only to get swept up in a tornado. Like there’s a fever in his brain that’s gotten into his blood, black tar dripping into his liver. Drives a man to drink so he can have a sliver of that feeling, that scalding need not even God could give you. There’s no finesse or coordination to anything, his lips frantically scurry along random spots on your upper body. His upward thrusts are heavy hitting and wrangle your breath out in stuttered gasps, he moves as if he were riding a horse, following only the imagined scent of old blood. Anakin’s cock is so big your walls could rip if he wasn’t always keeping a sharp eye on how much he’s bullying you. He doesn’t try anything crazy like fucking your cervix, it might shock you so much that you remeber exactly how long it’s been since he’s had your car “taken to the shop”.

His spurs dig into the dirt as he slaps your ass, the material of his gloves adding an extra bit of ‘umph!’ to the resulting sting. Anakin’s jeans are so warm against your ass that it takes a few more spanks before you really get the urge to bend over his lap and tell him to just have at it until you sob. You’re on an ecstatic high, living in the present with a near stranger’s dick balls deep inside of you. His eyes gleam gold when you make eye contact, and you find it so easy to fall down the rabbit hole, letting this man burn away all your responsibilities until he’s the last one left standing in a sea of ashes.

You don’t mind that he stops talking eventually, switching to gruff grunts and harsh yells. ‘Don’t be so stiff, let the movement roll through you.’ Anakin digs his fingers into the meat of your jiggling ass and delivers a final smack to both cheeks. You sigh in relief, but then you snap out of your cockdrunk haze to yelp at the cruel hit to your swollen clit.

“Need ya to keep squeakin’ sweets.” He orders. “Don’t want the townsfolk to think I fucked your brain out your ears.”

It’d be polite to make conversation with the people you meet when Anakin parades you around with his hat on your head later, something of a pre engagement tour. If the Force is good, you’ll be willing, because rope burn isn’t something you want to become your new normal.

“Chin up, buttercup,” He says almost bashfully despite how hard he’s pounding your puffy cunt, “We can get some ice cream at the fair after if ya like, make it a cute little second date.”

You whimper and harshly pull his hair, earning you a throaty moan and another slap to your clit, saying yes to him like you’ve already done a million times. You thought that the pure social anxiety of being around so many of Anakin’s employees would be nerve wracking, it’s nothing compared to having to speak to them AND keep their boss’s cum from oozing down your leg. Anakin’s discarded belt catches your eye when a sharp thrust sends your head falling back, and you picture the scuffed up belt buckle as the O shaped ring of a more traditional collar. The black stains from working on your car only add to the appeal, it scares you exactly how much you’d let the man fucking you with a cheap gas station condom get away with. You’ve already heard him kill a man, finding yourself in a relationship is pretty much the natural next step.

When he cums deep inside with a hoarse growl, there’s the sound of a bear trap slamming shut on an unsuspecting bunny rabbit. Your simultaneous orgasm is the tiny squeal it makes before it dies.

“I forgot to ask, hun, what stuffed animal do ya want me to win for ya?”

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai

[hedwig221b]

i need you to look up bronco riders and kody lamb videos and tell me you didn’t immediately think of derek hale bull riding and princess stiles heir to the stilinski farm who is more interested in the agricultural/sustainable side of the business and is always pristine and derek is a filthy cowboy who is new to the area and loves to ruffles stiles feathers/get a little dirt on him and they meet at the fair and and and!!!!

I did immediately think about it... I've thought about it for a long time, actually lmao. @hotgirlstiles and I talked about it in the dms about this au of cowboy Derek and pretty farm boy Stiles...

LIKE????????????

Those who get it, get it, I'm afraid.

Derek and Stiles who can't help but look at each other, even from far away. Stiles inventing tasks to do where he knows Derek will be working as well. Stiles offering Derek cold drinks on a hot day, shy at first, then teasing and laughing at his dry jokes. Derek slowly becoming playful and smudging dirt on Stiles cheek, them chasing each other... having sex in some quiet, closed, dark corner when the air is hot and stuffy and smells of hay... Stiles moaning prettily in Derek’s shoulder...

The horses and the bulls just listen to Derek (bc he's a wolf awoooo) and slowly Papa Stilinski starts to like him. Or, Derek having an injury one day and Stiles fluttering around him, annoying everyone but Derek who just smiles at him and tells him everything will be alright kitten... come sit next to me and then Stiles does and strokes his hair with his shaking fingers cause he thought Derek would die or smn... Derek just resting his feverish hand on Stiles' thigh... Sheriff sitting alone with Derek one night quietly admitting that he could rest easily now knowing Stiles has someone like Derek...

[bluebellhairpin]

Lee Dutton X Fem!Reader

Summary: Before you there was nothing. After you, there was nothing too. You've accepted it, but Lee's fought it as long as he could. Now it's time for him to let you go. (aka. you die first.) (wc. 3.8k)

Warnings: Angst to angst (it's all only angst, no comfort at all). Death/heavy grief (reader is terminally ill, what sort of illness isn't specified (alluded to be cancer)(I feel like I need a DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT warning to pair with this bc I cried writing it)). Reader is fem coded (pronouns are she/her, so brace yourself).

Listening to: 'Supermarket Flowers' by Ed Sheeran - "Dad always told me, "Don't you cry when you're down", but mum, there's a tear every time that I blink. Oh, I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know a heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved."

part two || Masterlist || AO3 link

Lee knew he was going to love you forever from the moment he first saw you. How much that would be, he didn’t know. He knew how much now. 

He’d fought tooth and nail for the ranch, and when enough time passed between you both, he fought tooth and nail for you too. He thought that was hard. Knowing he’d have to say goodbye to you though, that was even harder. 

You’d been diagnosed months ago, without treatment the doctors said you wouldn’t last long. With treatment you’d last less, or longer, there was no way to tell how your body would react - the only thing for certain was that your life was going to get cut short. When Lee married you, he promised forever and then some. He’d never once thought that forever would be such a small amount of time. 

Everyone could tell that your end was coming soon. His father could, Jamie and Lloyd could, even Kayce had put aside his family feud to show he was indeed ready to help because from so far away he could see it too. You even accepted it. Lee, forever running with stubborn cowboy blood through his veins, seemed to be the only one to not be ready to let go yet. 

So there he was, laying on the couch with you tucked into his chest, watching the fire and pretending like everything was fine. Pretending like you weren’t one bad day away from leaving him alone in the world. 

He could feel it getting close. Death wasn’t at the door yet, but it was on the ranch somewhere. It was coming for you in the way your fingers weren’t getting warm anymore, and how you ate less and less each day. He wanted to fend off the reaper as long as possible, but it was getting harder and harder. He didn’t want to admit it. 

He didn’t want to let you go yet. 

You shifted on top of him, cheek pressed to his chest and your hair getting caught in his beard. From the way your fingers played at the edge of his shirt collar, he knew you wanted to say something. 

“What is it baby?” he asked with an encouraging squeeze around your hips. 

“I’d have liked to go out one more time.” you said. His eyes shifted from the fire to the top of your head. 

“Out where?” he asked again. He could see the slope of your nose, and the top of your cheekbone, he was distracted for a moment by trying to memorise how your eyelashes fluttered. He broke from the haze in time to hear your reply. 

“On my horse.” you sighed. “One more ride, just you and me and the open country. Like we used to.” 

“We still could.” It was a knee jerk reply. One that, from Lee, came from a place of longing. He wanted that too, he wanted the old normal back - even for a single ride. From the way you slumped against him, he knew you’d disagree. 

“I don’t have the strength anymore. I’d slide right off the saddle.” Your voice was full of defeat, and Lee hated it - but you were right. You could barely walk around the cabin without holding on to something. He thought, then as his thoughts collected into a plan, he smiled. 

“We still could,” he said slowly. 

“Lee.” A warning. It was the same tone you’d use when he got a look on his face that told you he was going to splash you with bubbles while doing the dishes. It was meant to be a playful warning - but you sounded so tired, so it was just sad instead. 

“I’ll take you. Clyde can take two. I’ll make sure you don’t slide off.” he said. His offer weighed heavy in the air. Moments past before you moved at all. When you finally shifted, you slid slightly between him and the back of the couch, and looked up at him. He looked back at you, hand rising to trace the outline of your bottom lip with a finger. 

“Okay.” you finally whispered, smiling gently. “I’d love that.” He smiled too, taking a hold of your chin and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Me too.”

Surprisingly, you looked to be in good spirits today. You were up before Lee - a feat in itself even compared to before you were sick, Lee could count on one hand the amount of times it happened, including this one. 

You’d even gotten dressed in all but your boots by the time Lee got himself organised. It made him hopeful that today would be a good day. That the thought of doing something you really wanted to gave you a second wind. Maybe you’d hold out a little longer. That Lee might have more time to say goodbye. 

When he took you down to the barn, Clyde was already tacked up. Rip and Lloyd stood chatting in the barn door. His truck pulled to a stop, and by the time he opened your door, both men had split up. Lloyd made his way over to the horse, while Rip lingered in the door. 

You gave Rip a little wave with your fingers, and he tipped in hat before turning to disappear into the barn. 

Lee then led you over to Lloyd, who took his place as your support while he mounted Clyde. By the time he settled and turned to help you on, you were smiling shyly up at Lloyd. 

“Let’s get you up.” The older man said. Before you reached for Lee’s hand, you lent over and pressed a short kiss of thanks to Lloyd’s jaw. He immediately took off his hat and shifted to start helping you onto the horse. 

Lee couldn’t believe that was all it took to fluster the man, but then again when it came to you, he couldn’t talk. You’d been dating for years before you got married, and even then it took a few more years again for him to stop blushing to some degree after a kiss from you. It seemed like that was forever ago, but he would do anything to go back to then. 

With a swift move that seemed like it surprised even you, you were in the saddle with Lee. You took a moment to settle, and Lee wrapped an arm around you to hold you close. Horses didn’t have seatbelts, but you had him, so that was pretty damn close. 

“Easy darlin’, you good?” Lloyd asked you, passing off the reins to Lee with a pat to Clyde’s neck. 

“Yeah, I got my cowboy.” you said, patting the arm of Lee’s that was now wound tight around your middle. “I’m good.” Something warm swelled in Lee’s chest. He definitely wasn’t one to talk, you could still fluster him. 

“Good. You kids enjoy yourselves.” 

“Thanks Lloyd.” Lee said. He turned the horse toward the open field, and you settled back more into his chest. 

“If you aren’t back by tomorrow afternoon we’ll come looking.” Lloyd called as you both rode away. You turned, looking back over Lee’s shoulder. 

“See you tomorrow.” You replied, waving. Lee couldn’t help but smile. When you turned back ahead, he leant down and kissed your cheek. Your reply was lifting his hand off your stomach and pressing your lips to the back of his hand. 

Early June in Montana meant the snow was all gone. Greenery had pushed through the final edges of cold with determination. Between you, him, and the horse, there was peace. 

It took until the sun reached its peak afternoon light when Lee finally rode into a proper clearing. It was somewhere they usually took the cattle over summer, but right now there was no sign of anyone. 

Birdsong broke through the silence now and then, and the wind blew the noise of the creek your way on occasion, but mostly there were no sounds besides Clyde’s breathing and the sound of his feet moving through the long grass below. Skies were clear, save a few wispy clouds on the horizon, and the view towards the mountains held no haze. The breeze kept the sunshine cool, and your warmth had seeped through the layers of your clothes to settle heavy on Lee’s skin. Perfect, everything was perfect. 

“We haven’t ridden together like this since our honeymoon.” your voice broke though the quiet. A welcome sound, all things considered. 

“I know.” Lee replied. Sighing deeply, he thought of how close this place was, and how often you both had time together. “Rides like this. We should’ve done it more often.” 

You fingers grabbed for his own, intertwining them where they now sat innocently just below your belt. Your thumb stroked over the skin on the back of his hand, a comforting motion as if he were the one that needed consolation. 

“We’re doing it now.” you said. 

He was the one who needed comforting. Perhaps he needed this ride with you more than you needed it. He recognised it then. Sooner or later he’d have to accept this was reality. Everyone else had, he just couldn’t do it. It’s what would be best, to accept that his life would go on after yours ended, he could see it, but he didn’t want to. 

He still didn’t want to let you go yet. 

“Can we rest here?” you asked. 

Clyde had his reins loose since Lee got to the clearing, content to let the horse wander and just sit along for the ride with you close. The smart beast had made his way east, towards where the tree line started. Lee could tell what you were thinking, you’d both done it before. He was more than happy to humour you. 

“Sure thing, where you wanna go?” 

“Over there.” you pointed to a tree. It looked alone, sticking out from the tree line, but further ahead a little. He could see your vision - a place where you could overlook the clearing properly. 

Much like the night before, Lee found himself in a much similar position. 

Clyde was put in a makeshift pen behind the tree, and Lee made a small fire. You sat against his chest between his outstretched legs, clutching a small tin mug of tea, with a blanket drawn up to under your arms. Together you watched as the blue sky slowly turned orange.

“I’d like to stay out here.” your soft voice broke though the evening air. “I think this is where I want to go after.” Carelessly, Lee didn’t put enough thought behind your words. He was still stuck in a moment where he was enjoying a night out with his wife. So he simply repeated your last word. 

“After?” he asked. 

“After I die.” Lee felt his throat tighten. 

It was a discussion he’d avoided for a long time. He knew you had written up a will - there was an afternoon where his father gave up his study so you could have a lengthy discussion with a lawyer - he’d remembered because he spent that same afternoon brooding on the front porch. But besides that? Nothing. 

He didn’t want to talk about it because then it would feel real. It would be real. It would be him admitting that you’d go somewhere completely without him, and he didn’t want to do that. It was the latest thing he’d been fighting tooth and nail against. 

Right now though, it seemed to be all you wanted to talk about. He decided he didn’t need to say anything. If you want to talk, go ahead. He didn’t need to find the words, because he didn’t need to speak. You did. He just had to listen. 

“I know the Dutton’s all get buried near that patch of woods, but I’d like to go out here. I don’t want to be stuck in one place.” That made sense. He could remember that, or try to. “I can’t ride on my own anymore. Let me go here so I can ride all over the wind one last time.” 

The thought of it, and the way your voice cracked with emotion, made Lee close his eyes. His head dipped down so his nose pressed against your shoulder. Your hands reached under the blanket, grabbing at his hand. Once you had it, you squeezed, and he held onto it tight in reply. Your fingers were warm, credited to the tea you’d discarded somewhere no doubt, but he’d remember it as being all you. 

Eventually he lifted his head, and leant over to press his cheek to yours. 

“Of course baby. Anything you want.” he whispered. His voice sounded rough even to him, and if he spoke any louder it would’ve broken. You lent back into him, pressing your nose hard into his bearded jaw. 

“I just wish we had more time. I’m sorry.” you apologised. 

Immediately, the hand that wasn’t holding yours came up to your own jaw, and tilted your head up so he could kiss you. 

His hand slid to hold the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he felt one of your hands reach up to grasp the hair around his jacket collar. It was hard, and full of emotions that had been left unsaid. When you pulled away, he let you - but not without chasing a few shorter kisses along the way. 

“Don’t apologise. None of this is your fault.” he said, thumbing your cheek gently. The skin there was warm, and wet, but it was the feel of you alive under his palms, and he’d remember it forever. 

“I love you Lee.” you said. He could tell you were ready to tuck yourself back into his chest again, but he needed to make sure to look into your eyes when he said it back. 

“I love you too.” he replied,  “So much.” 

Hopefully you understood what he really meant. That he didn’t want you to leave him alone in the world. Hopefully it would persuade the death that was lurking near you to stay away longer than it was supposed to. 

Yesterday was a beautiful day. Lee had stayed out the night before with you under the stars, and he was able to take Clyde all the way to the cabin to drop you off and take you inside. 

That afternoon and evening felt so normal. You ate more of dinner than you had in weeks. He should’ve known that it meant something bad was waiting for him when he woke up. 

Sun shone right into his eyes, thanks to him not closing the curtains properly the night before. It’s something that would’ve pissed you off to no end - the fact it wasn’t closed properly meant you hadn’t woken up and closed it yourself. He eased out of bed, closed it, then returned to your side. You hadn’t stirred yet. One look at the clock told Lee he’d have to get up, and you’d want to say goodbye. 

Still half-asleep, he braced an arm on the other side of your head, and leant over to press a good-morning kiss to your cheek. He pulled away slowly, shocked. 

You were cold. Too cold. 

Everything he feared finally caught up to him. It felt like the sky itself came crashing down. You were gone, death got to you while his guard was down, and now he had no choice but to do the one thing he didn’t want to do. 

He’d have to let you go. 

John had been waiting at the barn for Lee. It had been over an hour and nothing, not even a phone call. Even keeping a close eye on his cabin proved fruitless - nothing moved through the windows. 

Dread settled in his stomach. He felt like he knew what it meant. If he was right, today had been a long time coming, no one looked forward to it. 

He started the long trek back up to the house, using that time to ponder what he was going to do or say. He didn’t know what to do. He’d only know what to do once he got there. 

John knocked on the door, waiting for a reply, but getting none. He let himself in. 

He was met with the sight of his son sitting on the couch. 

He walked over, standing so he was in Lee’s eyeline. His eyes darted towards the bedroom, where the door was shut. John hadn’t been in Lee’s house often, but in all the time he had, that door was never shut. He looked back at Lee, who was still clad in his pyjamas. 

“Where is she?”

“Bedroom.” Lee’s reply was curt. Short and blunt, and it came out almost too fast, like he’d been rehearsing it. It was like he was going to say that no matter who came in and asked him anything. 

“She’s usually up by now.” John said carefully. 

“I know.” Lee said, finally looking up at him with the saddest eyes he’d ever seen. “She ain’t getting up anymore.” Lee’s last word came out broken, and John’s first thought was that he looked like he was going to cry. 

He quickly realized that he’d already been crying. John knew then the reason why he didn’t find the right words on his walk here. Lee didn’t need words - he was a Dutton, they didn’t do words as well as they did actions. 

John walked over, grabbed Lee by the arms, and pulled him into a hug. Just like that, John felt his eldest son fall to pieces in his hold. Lee cried hard, clutching the edges of his father’s jacket, and shook uncontrollably. John couldn’t do anything else except try and stop them both from falling over. 

“She was fine yesterday.” Lee sobbed, “It was perfect yesterday.” 

John held his head up, squeezing his arms around Lee’s shoulders as he blinked away the tears and tried not to cry too. He knew how good of a day it was for the both of you. He wished he had the chance to do the same with his wife, but he didn’t. 

“It means her last day was perfect.” John said. “You made her last day perfect.” 

Lee only cried harder. It became too much for John, he couldn’t hold Lee up anymore, and they both fell back onto the couch. Eventually, Lee settled, slightly, and pulled away. John kept his hand on the back of his neck, bracing him up and keeping a settling weight close. The look on Lee’s face reminded him of how he felt when Evelyn died. When Lee looked over at him, his eyes were glassy, watery and not all there. He looked utterly heartbroken, and his next words broke John’s heart a little bit too. 

“I want her back.” 

John couldn’t help it anymore. He pulled Lee back in, and let his tears fall too. 

It took months before Lee got the courage to journey back to the clearing. 

Between the funeral, the family, the well-wishes and flowers, and work on the ranch - Lee was overwhelmed. He was dead set on diving headfirst into work. Breaking in horses was all he wanted to focus on. But then Kayce visited. 

Something about his little brother softened him. Plus he overheard the loud conversation he had with their father, and hence John also persuaded Lee to take a week or two off. No one was allowed to let him near the barn - bosses orders. 

Lee decided he needed to get away. He even had an excuse to. You’d been cremated as soon as was able, and had thus far been sitting in a hand-carved lock box on the coffee table in Lee’s cabin. He was trying hard to not let go, but now was the time. 

Besides, he didn’t want to spend another night avoiding that bedroom. No one knew it, not John, or Kayce and Jamie, not Lloyd - but Lee never again slept in the bed he once shared with you. 

Early one morning, when the sun or ranch hands weren’t even up yet, he took his bags, and your box, and walked down to the barn. He tacked up his horse, Clyde, and yours, Bonnie. Lee lead both of them out and carefully, placed your box in the saddle bag attached to Bonnie, then mounted, and rode off to the only place he could imagine him being in peace. 

It took a lot less time to reach the clearing this time. With you he was so concerned about making you uncomfortable that he barely urged Clyde faster than a brisk walk. This time, your real last ride, was hard and fast. By the time he stopped, both horses beelined straight to the creek. 

He dismounted, letting them drink as they liked, and took your box from Bonnie’s saddlebag. He ran his hands over the carved border, the leaves and flowers, and the horse on the lid. Lee forced down the lump in his throat. He promised you, and he was going to live up to that promise even if it felt like it was going to kill him. 

He carefully held your box to his chest, and made his way over to the three you both sat at those couple months ago. He remembered how nice it was that day. How perfect it was. It was the same now. 

Today was another perfect day. 

Lee stopped at the tree, leaning his back against it, and took another look at your box. Now he wished he took the time to talk about all this with you. Even now he was worried you might not have liked the box you’d been kept in the last few months. He hoped you would’ve liked it. 

Slowly he brought it up to his lips, kissing the top, kissing you one last time, before unclasping it. 

That perfect morning, Lee scattered your ashes under the tree you asked him to. His chin wobbled, and he smiled bittersweetly. It was a perfect day, because it was windier than before. You asked to ride the wind one last time, and Yellowstone had let you. 

He stayed in that clearing all day, only leaving once the sun started sinking too low into the sky. Before he made it out of the clearing he felt the breeze tickle his cheek. Unlike the rest of the day, it wasn’t cold. It was a warm breeze, brushing against his cheek like the fingers that used to brush through his beard. It felt just like you. 

He turned back to the clearing, watching the long grass sway. He smiled, then whispered one last promise into the wind. 

“I’ll come back baby. I’ll visit you whenever I can.”

[ellouchi]

Curly dating headcannons (sfw/gn)

Disclaimer: a little bit of angst (no post crash, that's for another time), mentions of Jimmy (for some people out there)

Side notes: Curly the man you are.... Genuinely would date him, like appearance aside he's so interesting and he's like a mature labrador that I wanna pat and teach tricks. Right, that aside, next hcs are either nsfw or something else entirely, my mood in unpredictable. As always let me know if there are any types of mistakes!

— I think it would take a looong time for you to get together romantically, Curly just lets things develop on their own, he rarely acts on his deeper, more personal feelings. He's not exactly in tune with himself (like most men). However, when Curly realises he has been developing feelings for you, romantic ones, it's literally hard not to notice you. You were pinning for this man for so long when all of the sudden, one day he comes with a big expensive bouquet of flowers inviting you on a date.

— Curly's confidence extends to his PDA, he's super smooth. As per other people's hcs, it's not too much but enough to establish for people that you two are dating. Mainly it's giving you a peck on your cheek or head, gliding his hand over your back and waist. This man is not particularly starved for touch, but gosh he feels blessed every time you play with his hair. Leans into your touch no matter what, a smile tugging on his lips involuntarily.

— as your relationship progresses, so does the usage of pet names. Dove, dear, angel, and love is a go-to for Curly. Gets shivers in a good way when you call him your captain, or if you're married, your husband (I have intense urge to write more, but that goes to marriage hcs).

— Curly carries that cowboy vibe (his favourite genres of music are country and old school rock). He definitely hums and sings some corny ass love songs under his breath when he approaches you or even thinks about you. Please sing along, and if you're shy, he will encourage you (I hc that "Let's Ride into the Sunset Together" by Jerry and Don Burnham is his favourite song you can't change my mind).

— Curly, if you got married before his work at Pony Express, commutes back home with the thoughts akin to "I can't wait to spend the evening with my beautiful spouse", yes he will be this corny. If you're the one coming late, Curly would complete the hardest or your least favourite chores and cook supper for you. It's not a big deal to him, plus you're coming home to relax and recharge. It also gives you more time to spend together; simply lazing on the couch sounds fantastic too.

— Curly is a morning person, gets up at 4 a.m. to exercise and get ready for the day. Getting up with you is wonderful, but he loves to wake up first. There is just something so homey with the way you're tucked into the comforter, snuggling to his side. Curly will spend a good minute just admiring you. This is one the favourite things in your relationship that he treasures deeply.

— now onto the food: Curly cooks the best breakfasts, period. Anything he does with eggs is to die for. But don't worry if you don't like them — Curly will come up with another dish for you specifically! His other specialty are sandwiches: he practised so much he could be considered a master of them. Guess who makes you work lunches with cute tupperware? All your colleagues are jelly as hell.

— if you cook, Curly eats EVERYTHING, like the plates are empty, no crumbs nor sauce. Even if it's food that he's not used to, he will chew on it thoroughly and give you a thumbs up. Fortunately, Curly has very "domestic" taste, nothing sophisticated required for him to shower you will praise. You can make him mac and cheese and he would genuinely be happy. Takes up doing the dishes after your meals (god bless).

— Curly generally loves having you in his life. It's not necessary for you to spend every waking hour by his side or share the same enthusiasm for his hobbies. He loves you with his whole heart and he's grateful for getting to have you as his partner. Sharing a cozy living space, going out with you by his side, having long conversations or little sweet talks at night before falling asleep. This is what Curly lives for.

— following up the previous hc: Curly loves you no matter what (it's both concerning and reassuring). He thinks both negative and positive qualities make up your being. Unlike Jimmy, Curly would feed into your vices because he wouldn't consider this to be so impactful for you in the long run. Unconditional love has it's downs. With that said, if you actively try to better yourself — Curly is so proud of you. He really is. When you show him your growth or when he notices it on his own, he can feel his heart melt. His eyes may even become wet a little, Curly can get sentimental at times.

— give this man a chance to show you off and he will take it. Curly never has hard time saying what exactly he loves in you, from your personality to your appearance. If you attend any social gathering, he either holds your arm or has his arm held by yours. You have to fight the urge to look at him constantly because Curly can't just take his eyes off of you. Makes his friends either gush or groan at the sight.

— Curly loves you and means well, truly. You may have known each other for years, in marriage or not, but he would still have troubles opening up to you. It's because you're so close to each other, he cares so such for you he doesn't want to burden you with his inner conflicts. Curly should be happy, he's grateful for the things he has, and yet even with you he feels lost. The best thing you could do is show him that you care about him. If you support Curly and prove him that his feelings matter no less than yours, he would listen and try to be more forward with you. Therapy is also always a good option, and it's far easier to convince Curly to pick it up.

[wandasslut3000]

I can’t stop thinking about her hands on me…

I don’t know if id want her to be gentle or rough… maybe the first time would be so cute for her to be all soft and gentle… yk?

Like have her wrap her arms around me and hug me while she’s fucking me and whispers in my ears how long she’s waited for this… that I’m her good girl, her pretty baby.. then she’d kiss my cheeks and nose and lips before she just presses the lightest little butterfly kisses on my scars… ugh I’d die.. or if she’d let my wrap my legs around her waist and hold her close.. tell me she loves my body even thought I hate it and I’m insecure about it…

Then maybe when she’s more comfortable, she’d make me ride her, spank me if I slowed down for even a second, tell me I’m her dirty little slut.. make me repeat it over and over again while she rubs my clit.. god it’s making me wet just thinking about it.. or she’d pin me down and just make me take her strap, just choke me and rail me like she can actually feel me tightening around her.. just let her use me to get off because the harness is rubbing her just right.. I’d do anything to hear her moan from that feeling.. have her grope my tits and tell me what a good fucking toy I am

Maybe one day I’d have her tie me up, keep my legs spread wide open, have a gag in my mouth and just let her use a wand on me, make me cry because she’d edge me over and over again…

Or what if I’m in charge.. I’d love to hear her whimper for me.. to say “yes mommy I’ll be your good girl” fuck.. she’d look so pretty on my strap, just taking it while I pin her wrists above her head and mark her up, make sure everyone knows she’s mine. I want her to beg me to fuck her, to be rough or gentle.. to be inside her because she needs me so bad she doesn’t care how it is..

If I wanted to be gentle I’d love on her, tell her she’s the most perfect girl in the world, that I’d do anything she’d want.. I’d play with her, tease her a bit, get her nice and wet for me before I slide my strap inside her, loving the way she’d bite her lip to hide her whimper.. then I’d use my thumb to pull her lip down so she doesn’t hurt it and kiss her like I’ve wanted to for years.. I’d have her clutch at me, begging to feel me, hold me, needing me to be close to her as possible, I’d fucking melt

If I was rough with her.. I’d probably spit in her mouth, make her swallow it, make her tell me she’s my good girl, that she needs me, make her chant that she loves me till she cums while I take her from the back, maybe even do reverse cowboy… or I could make her lay between my legs and get her to fuck herself while she watches in the mirror, she’d be all whiney and begging me to do it for her because her own touch can’t get her off anymore… fuck she’d look so pretty… all limp and teary.. my beautiful girl

[dallasgallant]

American remains- Ghost Au lore post

I do have a eventual actual fic coming for this au so it won’t be as extensively written out here like for my vampire au, it helps that it’s also more canon aligned so there’s not too much extra world building involved.

World-

The world will be that of the canon world just with a tad more belief in ghosts/ they exist. I’d think it’d be easy to believe in legends and ghost when driving alone at night in a plains state anyway.

With that in mind it wouldn’t be uncommon to see a cowboys final ride or a soldiers last stand play out again and again. The people of Tulsa know it’s not just a building settling or the air conditioner.

It’s easy to believe if you open yourself to it, but you never expect your encounter to be with someone you knew. Ponyboy didn’t.

Ghosts-

All types of ghosts exist in this world, a lot of them being the more grounded ‘real life’ orbs and cold spots and simpler manifestations like that. There was moments that replay but aren’t a direct ghost more shadows of the past, buildings absorb negative energy and tragedy etc.

I want to focus more on direct apparitions as that’s what Johnny and Dally would be classified as, a bit of the standard fair when it comes to ghosts… sudden or violent death, stuck in this plane etc.

But with a twist, I really want this au to explore the cycles of grief and how it’s a non linear thing- and in this case affects the living and the dead. In the end no one moves on entirely…

It’s all about what makes a ghost or what makes a person stay, the cycles of grief and trauma, the weight people carry of a place and time or someone. The power of memory!

A huge inspiration for this au, beyond cowboy and civil war ghosts was the line towards the end of the book where Pony is thinking about boys who crumble under street lamps and jump at their own shadow and even himself— about how it’s too late for some but not others.

And it reminds me of American Remains by the Highwaymen and its chorus:

We are heroes of the homeland, American remains. We live in many faces and answer many names. We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind. Our memories live on in mortal minds. And poets pens, we'll ride again.

How broader issues connect people in their struggle and how people get left behind over and over but are never forgotten- they come back. They’re simultaneously forgotten and immortalized - so many alike but also individual. Pony already wrote about them…

The thought that memory and pain bind. People die but ideas don’t.

It’s late and I really hope it’s understandable how this connects to ghosts and grief.

The au isn’t all deep subjects sometimes… it’s just neat spooky stuff.

Ghosts have a lot more agency when it comes to ‘moving on’ than traditional stories, it’s that they trap themselves. Or forget. At the end of the day ghosts are human- their cycles are too.

Unfinished business is less of a task and more of something they have to figure out- find acceptance/peace with.

Ghost lore-

A lot of haunting involves utilizing energy and radio frequencies to interact with the rest of the world. In the modern (1960s) age- radio and power lines are abundant. Ghosts prefer to be visible— with visibility comes personhood. It’s not constant, depending on energy and their connection it could be hard to keep it up.

Ghosts appear as they died, in most cases. Johnny tends to… flicker. Sometimes it’s a hospital gown, sometimes it’s jeans and a shirt but the burns remain. When haunting and not just wandering he’d prefer to be clothed.

[Included picture reference for Ponyboy as he’s the only of the living gang to undergo a more ‘drastic’ change. The others would just look a little older.]

Dally may constantly bleed but his blood will not stain anything, it disappears a few minutes after he does. What will stain is a residue left behind from ghost interacting with objects (fun non angsty lore)

To communicate with the living they’d have to manipulate radio, to those they speak with they’ll be a warm crackle to their voice as they speak through it … the voice always sounds distant too despite being right in front of you. (Sort of like making themselves a spirit box)

Johnny and Dally are both Semi-cognizant at the start of the au, both hyper aware of death and the passage of time but for them no time has passed. It is always then. Stuck in a place and time mentally and physically.

Out there on the sides of roads, out there in the dark waiting to be noticed and spoken to. Their main sort of “territory” is the roads and fields leading to windrixville, only sometimes making it fully back to Tulsa.

There’s been several times pony thought he saw them but it isn’t until they show up in the backseat of his car one late night drive it’s revealed. He’s driven by enough times, the ghosts get tired of waiting. Their first interaction is brief as pony nearly swerves off the road.

The two of them want desperately to reconnect with the gang, I’ve recently heard this but they “haunt for company.”

Don’t quite know where it’ll go yet but I’d love to hear ideas or see where others take it :)

Living-

Since this au is a tad more tied to canon these are also my general future headcanons, so if you see them in other works…

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Ponyboy: 17. more of a troublemaker than he was as a young teen. He’s not doing anything too wild but will jack a car or two, gotten his grades back on track but is unsure where he wants to go with his life. Currently working at a grocery store to help out.

Soda: 19. started a career as a trucker, is around less than usual but still communicates with everyone via radio (Steve had begged for one to be put in at the DX) and phone calls when he gets the chance

Darry: 23. still working the same two jobs but is aiming towards a bookkeeping focus (pony is trying to push him that way) can understand Pony a little better, is more worried about Soda on the road at the moment. Better adjusted as he managed to keep them all together and Pony is set to graduate down the line.

Steve: 20. Graduated high school! Is still at the DX working on cars, he worked towards a managerial position and hopes to own a mechanic shop of his own someday or work up to a dealership. Had a radio installed at the station so he and pony can talk with Soda more often than waiting for phone calls, he gets along better with Pony.

Two-bit: 21. Ultimately got his GED! Like Pony he’s not sure what he is going to do with his life, is looking for a job (which Steve won’t let him live down)

[norel-ravenclaw]

Aro/Ace Spec x Helluva Boss

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Featured characters: All x aro/ace spec reader

Rating: 18

Genre: FLUFFIEST OF FLUFF and aro/ace SOUL HEALING romance

Word count: 560

Description: Dating the Helluvas as an aro/ace. These are based on my personal experience, what friends and the internet have told me, and I tried to keep things generic and up to interpretation - whether you want to see it as 100% non sexual or otherwise is up to you.

WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | suggestive content that can be interpreted in mutiple ways | language |

Blitzø -

It may be tough to break it to him, but at the end of the day, he knows he loves you, damn it, and he’ll make it work. He’s not the most romantic guy, so that works out if you aren’t either. All he knows is you’re the one who makes him feel like life is worth something.

Loona -

She definitely knew from the start, so it’s neither a surprise or a problem, she’s super chill about it. All she’s wondering is if you’d be okey with her using her vibe around you? Your relationship is pretty chill with no drama, as long as you know she’s sensitive and have her back, she’ll want you with her 24/7.

Moxie -

Your Prince Charming wouldn’t dream of doing anything to make you uncomfortable. All he wants is to see you happy and safe. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. Just let him be a little sappy every now and then, he has a romantic heart.

Millie -

When you grow closer, she’s quick to say ‘let’s fuck shit up instead of fucking’. She’s your ride or die no matter what your relationship looks like. Matching engraved guns? For sure.

Stolas -

You are everything to him, his salvation after years of trying to bury himself. Sure he has needs, but there are other ways of getting what he needs. Your love is constant and calm, he loves it.

Octavia -

AroAce alliance dream couple. Like bffs that have sleepovers forever and get married for tax purposes. Watch the stars together and hold hands, taking life at your own pace.

Asmodeus -

Ironic huh? But it’s a relief for him, honestly. There’s no pressure with you for sex or romantic performing. Of course he’d be the perfect one to take care of you if you have physical needs, knowing better than literally anyone alive what you actually want.

Fizzaroli -

He loves u bitch, no matter what you’re into or not. As long as you’re into him, you’re his lifeline and favourite person. He’d be so sweet and cuddly if you like. Garlic bread? Garlic bread.

Beelzebub -

Cotton candy and honey is all you need (and maybe weed and drinks). She just wants someone to party with forever (and cuddle, pls!)

Verosika -

A succubus and an ace? Unlikely as it seems, after having her heart broken and being used for so long, you’re freedom to her. You love her for her without asking anything more - and she’s not about to give you up for anything.

Vortex (wolf) -

He’s chill with you, which is such a break from his job of being on guard every second. The last of his walls come down and he can just let go - either being crazier or softer than he can with anyone else, matching your energy loyally.

Striker -

Partners in crime? Partners in crime. He’s a bastard, he’s a killer, he’s a cowboy, he’s unapologetic, and he’s yours. Would he like to fuck? Of course, but you get him focused on other things, like learning how to actually love. He’d do anything to not fuck this up.

[miniwheat77]

Save a horse. (Tommy Miller x Farmhand!Reader.)

(I read a fic that mentioned the cowboy hat rule, cannot for the life of me remember which fandom or who the fic was about but that’s a bit of my inspo for this.)

!NSFW, animal death, animal attack, guns, wounds, virginity loss, unprotected p in v sex, 18+ MDNI!

"Who's that?" Joel asks Sarah. He spots a very tired looking girl, she's got plain jeans and a band shirt on. Her face is bruised to hell.

Joel is parked in the drop off line outside of Sarah’s school.

"Oh.. that's Y/N. She's a super senior."

"Why's her face all messed up like that?" He's confused. Sarah sighs. "Nobody really knows but.. before she turned 18, CPS would get involved a lot so.. it's rumored her dad does it." Sarah shrugs. "Jesus." He shakes his head. Tommy sits in the passenger seat. Glancing at Joel. "You friends with her?"

"No."

"Why not?" He asks. "Cause.. nobody likes her." She shrugs. "Excuse me?" He turns to look back at her. "Dad." She huffs. He looks at Tommy. Tommy glances back at her. "Not cool dude. Maybe she needs a friend." Tommy looks back. "Yeah well, I don't. So whatever." She rolls her eyes. “She’s a super senior anyways, she’s way older than me.” She mumbles. Climbing out of the car to go up to the school. "Christ in heaven I thought I raised her better than that." Joel shakes his head.

Tommy shrugs. "She's a kid, kids are cruel."

"Yeah, now to drop you off." Joel rolls his eyes. "Don't even start with me Joel."

"You're lucky this guy is allowing you to do farm work for community service. If not, you'd be picking up trash off the side of the road like everybody else." Joel laughs. Tommy is on probation for a few months along with a thousand hours of community service. He had his work cut out for him.

The drive is quiet, Tommy is nervous but he knows he shouldn't be. The farm isn't too far out of town, maybe fifteen minutes or so, which is nice.

Joel drops him off at the gated dirt road that leads up to the farm and Tommy says he'll call a cab for a ride to Joel's. That's where he's staying for now.

Tommy makes his way up the dirt road, up to the massive farmhouse that's a little dingy. It needs new siding and paint. He knocks at the door, glancing around to get a good look at the farm. "What?" The man opens the door. He's gruff, an old man. "Hi, I'm Tommy. I'm supposed to help out for some community service." He explains. "Ah, nice to meet ya. I'm Jacob." He shakes Tommy's hand, he's got a firm handshake. "Let me show you around." He mumbles. He wastes no time to get right to the point.

For the next couple of hours he shows Tommy everything he's gonna be doing. He shows him how to care for the animals. Driving the extra farm truck to haul hay bales out to the pastures for the cows, feeding the chickens and collecting the eggs. Making sure the animals are in their designated pins at night, and to let them out in the early morning. It doesn't seem too tough.

"Me n my wife are going out of town tonight to pick up some furniture or some shit. Whatever the ol' lady wants. Be gone a few days. The kid will be here to help you figure everything out."

Tommy nods. "Kid?" He asks. "Ah. It's a girl I took in when she was a baby." Tommy wonders why he didn't call you his daughter. "She not here?" He asks. "No. She's at school right now." Tommy nods. "Anyways, we got a little guest house. It's small, you can stay there while you work on the farm if you want. The commute to get here at 5am sucks." He nods. Tommy nods. "Thank you sir. I appreciate it."

When all of the morning work is done, Tommy retreats into the guest house to check it out. It is small, about the size of a shipping container. Just like a tiny house. But it's perfect, considering Tommy has been staying with Joel. He takes the time to call Joel and let him know where he'll be staying and not to worry about him, then he takes a nap until the evening farm work.

When it's about time for the later farm work, he hears the loud diesel farm truck disappearing down the dirt road, letting him know that Jacob and his wife had left. He makes his way out, thinking he's alone when he catches a glimpse of a girl carrying a bucket into the hen house. He makes his way across the dirt road and walks up to the entrance where she is. He opens up the chicken wire door.

"Hey." He smiles. When you turn to look at him, he recognizes you immediately, by the massive bruise you have around your eye. "Hey, you must be Tommy." You say, turning back. Your attire now is far different than it was. Boots, bootcut jeans, and a wife beater. You had gloves on your hands. "Yeah, I didn't catch your name." He reaches a hand out and you shake it. "Y/N." You nod. He smiles. "Right, nice to meet ya. I'll be your farm hand for the next couple weeks" he laughs. You smile. "Cool."

"Your dad is cool with leaving you here with a stranger?" He tilts his head. "He ain't my dad. He knows I can handle myself. But he really doesn't care what happens to me." You mumble. He nods. "Right. Seems that way. That's a hell of a shiner, girl." He laughs. He can see you stiffen slightly. "Yeah, his wife packs a hit."

"She hits ya?"

You nod your head. "Nothing but a drunken bitch." You mumble, tipping the bucket of feed over for the chickens, they all start flocking at your feet and you step over them to get away. Tommy follows you around. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be." You laugh.

"He show you around?" You ask. He nods his head. "Cool. Thanks for the help Tommy."

He stops following after you, figuring that he should start on another side entirely and help you. He'd meet you some time down the line.

For the next few days, it's the same. Every morning you're awake in the early morning helping Tommy with the work load, every night you're doing more work. He wonders how you balance it with school but you seem to figure it out. He imagines that’s why you’re stuck in high school for another year. Probably held back. He can only imagine how this work takes a toll on your schooling.

Tommy is finishing up work, you've been inside a while now. He was just finishing up putting the chickens away when he hears commotion from the stable. An area Tommy was told not to worry about, Jacob said you'd handle it because you knew the horses better and he didn't want Tommy getting hurt.

Tommy understood.

He can hear the horses going crazy. Something definitely isn't right. He thinks about going and looking for himself but decides he should go get you instead. Feeling bad that he's pulling you away from your free time once more.

He makes his way to the farm house and knocks at the door. You open up the door, looking at him. You're still wearing jeans and that wife beater you like. Only now he can see you don't have a bra on. Your jeans hug your hips and ass just right. He needs to focus. "Something wrong?" You ask. "Uh.. well. Yeah. I just hear the horses going nuts, something doesn't sound right." He explains. "Alright." You nod. Cracking the door for a second. He doesn't see you reach for the table by the door, grabbing the pearl gripped handle, tucking it into your waistband and covering it with your shirt.

You follow him out to the stable and when you step in front of him to enter, he spots it.

Realizing why Jacob trusted you to hold your own.

He smiles to himself. He follows you inside, seeing you shine a flashlight into each of the stalls, but the stall on the end has the lock broken off. "Shit." You mumble. "What?"

"Horse got out." You mumble. You can see in the dirt where she'd taken off, so you follow her hoofprints. Your flashlight passes along the disturbed dirt. You spot the other footprints right away.

"Wait." You stop immediately, Tommy nearly runs into you.

"What?"

"Mountain Lion." You glance. You can't hear anything.

"Shit, stay close Tommy." You mumble. Starting to walk faster.

After a few minutes of walking. you can hear her. Your fast walk turns into a full sprint.

"Shit!" He hears you. You shine your flashlight up, now he can see it, the cat holds onto her back. Clawing at her. "Tommy, ears!" You yell. You grasp the pistol out of your waistband and draw it, aiming at the cat. Tommy covers one ear as you fire the gun a few times. He hears the cat yowl, letting go of the horse and running off. Clearly wounded. Both of your ears ring.

You stand back for a second while your horse continues to panic. She's in a frenzy, bucking and spinning in circles. You start walking slowly toward her, soothing her as you move toward her. "Shhh... it's okay. It's alright." You breathe. Hearing your voice alone she starts to settle. Eyes wide and she shakes her head. She's hurt. You get even closer, reaching out and petting along her neck to calm her.

When she's finally calm, you grab hold of her reigns and start walking back toward the stables with her.

When you get her back, finally getting a good look at her. You can see the deep gashes and bites on her backside. "You can head in Tommy. M'just gonna clean her up." You mumble. "Nah, I want to help. Tell me how I can." He mumbles.

You look at him, almost shocked. Like you're not used to people helping you. You start telling him how to help you. You flush her wounds and dress them, patching her up. Asking Tommy to get you some stuff here or there, but most of the time he just watches. When you're finished, you hesitate. The sun is starting to rise.

"I can handle the morning work if you wanna get some sleep."

He laughs. Your horse is back inside the stable, the door now repaired thanks to Tommy. "I'm fine, darlin." He laughs. "I can sleep when morning work is finished. Maybe you should go up and get some sleep before school."

"Nah, I won't go today." You grasp the gun off of the workbench. "I'm gonna go after that cat, make sure it's dead."

"Alone? I don't think so." He mumbles. You laugh.

———

He helps you find the cat. Seeing that it hadn't made it far from where you'd shot it. You're a good shot. Tommy helps you pack it back to the house. You dress it and skin it, telling Tommy to get started on the farm work while you cut it up. It surprises him at first, there's seemingly nothing you can't do. But he knows the meat is useful, it definitely won't go to waste.

He listens this time. Starting in on the work and letting the chickens out. A few hours later he catches up to what you've already finished. Your half of the work. He spots you sitting up in the hay loft of the barn, legs dangling over the edge. It's been almost a week of Tommy working here. Your dad has been gone nearly this entire time. Your face is even mostly healed.

He makes his way up the ladder, walking up behind you. He sits down next to you, dangling his legs over too. He's tired, exhausted really. But he's not worried. He sits next to you in silence. You'd gone in and taken a shower. Your hair was still damp. The collar of your clean wife beater was nearly transparent from the water. He could smell your body wash and whatever it was, it smelled really good. He felt bad, he still hadn't cleaned up.

"How old are you, Tommy?" You break the silence.

"Ah, I'm 32." He mumbles. "And you're doing community service why?" You turn to look at him. He laughs. He gets embarrassed. Usually Tommy didn't mind telling a funny story of him putting some asshole in his place, but when it comes to you, he feels different. Like he needed to be good, he didn't want you to think of him as some convict. "Cause I'm a dumbass."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I like to drink and have too much fun doing it. Get myself into trouble sometimes." He laughs. "Yeah, a fight?" You look at him. "Mhm. Some guy mouthing off to me in a bar." You nod your head. "Was it worth it?" You look up at him. You're clearly judging him. "Well. I suppose you wouldn't have got to spend time with the coolest guy ever if I hadn't.. so." You roll your eyes with a scoff. "Whatever." You laugh. "That stuff is stupid, yknow?" You look at him. He smiles. "I know. You think I'd learn." He mumbles.

"You a cowboy Tommy?" You ask. "Not really nah." He mumbles. "So what's with the cowboy hat?"

"Had it for a long time." He shrugs. You nod. It's a light colored cowboy hat. "Why don't you wear one?" He asks.

"Not my style."

"Yeah, you like band shirts right?" The words have left his mouth before he realizes just how creepy it will sound.

You look at him in surprise. "I.. wait." He laughs. "I ain't a creep, my Neice goes to the same school and I saw you walking in the doors. A few days ago." You nod. "Gotcha." You mumble. "Who's your niece?"

"Sarah Miller."

You nod your head. "How’d you know it was me?"

"That big ol' shiner made her dad point you out, asked how you got it. She's kind've a spoilt brat." He mumbles. You nod your head. "Right." You laugh. "So.. why don't you wear that stuff at school?" He asks. You shrug. "Don't really want people to know. They're mean enough to me as is." You laugh. He nods. "What's with the wife beaters here? Why don't you wear that stuff at home?" He asks.

"I wear these jeans cause they go around my boots. Wear boots cause I'd ruin normal shoes in just a couple days with mud and stuff. The jeans go over the boots so I don't get stickers and thorns in them. And I rip holes in my shirts and get stains all over em. You can buy like 5 of these in a pack at Walmart for cheap and it doesn't matter if I ruin em." You pause. "And I just wear that stuff to school because they're not farm clothes. Not exactly my style anyways." He nods.

"Makes sense to me. I don't know why I keep the hat. Just like it I guess. Never really had a reason to wear it."

He adjusts his hat and you smile, reaching for it. He catches your wrist. "Ah- you know the cowboy hat rule." He smirks. "What?" You look confused.

"You take a cowboys hat, you have to ride the cowboy." He smirks.

Your eyes widen slightly. "I didn't know that, actually. Thanks for your info Tommy, you pervert." He laughs. "Keeps girls from taking hats, right?"

You stand up, snatching it off of his head. "Does it?" You smirk. You take a few slow steps backward. He turns back to look at you. "Oh, it's like that huh?" He smirks. He stands up, looking at you. "You gonna run from me, hm?" He smirks, taking slow steps toward you. You set it down on your head, tugging it down slightly. "How about you come take it back, big boy." You smirk. He makes a move toward you and you go to turn around to run away but he's faster, grasping onto you. You try to squirm out of his grasp, laughing. He makes a 'tsk tsk' sound with his tongue. You squirm even more, until the both of you are tilting over into the hay, a gasp leaving your lips when you land on top of him. "Shit-" he laughs.

Your cheeks are beat red as you straddle his waist.

He picks up his hat that had fallen at some point, propping himself up on the hay bale. "Why don't you show me what you got, cowgirl." He smirks, setting the hat back onto your head. "Don't think you're ready for it."

"Think you'd be surprised." He's sly. You gnaw at your lip for a second.

"Fine." You mumble. You reach for your waistband.

He looks at you in surprise. He really didn't think he'd get this far. Once you've got your jeans off completely, his hands are on your hips. He feels bad because his hands are dirty. You deserve a better situation. You work at his jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them. Tugging the waistband of his boxers down to free his cock. He hisses when you clutch him in your hand. Your hands are soft.

You move up onto him, raising yourself onto your knees and lowering yourself onto his cock. The fat tip of his cock presses past your folds, you swallow him up. "Oh fuck-" he gasps. You lower down around him completely. You squeeze around him, wincing slightly. He catches it, but assumes it's just because you're not used to him.

"Shit." You rock your hips forward. He groans out. "Damn baby. You're so tight." He grits his teeth, seeing you smile.

Your nipples harden and he can see them under the wife beater you've got on. You never did put a bra on. He hisses. "I think I like this more than your band shirts darlin'" You lower your head to where he's looking, seeing the way you look. You roll your eyes. "Yeah, don't want every guy starin' at my tits all day, Tommy." You roll your eyes, the entire time you haven't stopped rocking your hips into him. Bracing yourself and lifting off of him. He notices you don't seem to be all of that into it, not at first anyways. It takes a little bit before you relax into him. Letting out small pants. He glances down, swallowing hard when he sees blood. "I didn't mean t'hurt you honey. Been a while? You even been with a guy as old as me?" He sees you roll your eyes.

"No, and no it hasn't been a while. It's been never." You laugh. He grasps hold of your hips to stop you. "What? What do you mean?"

"I've never done this before."

His eyes widen. "Shit-" he stops you completely. "Why didn't you say something? I wouldn't have-"

You laugh. "That's why I didn't say anything." You cut him off.

"Y/N..." he hesitates.

"Tommy. I'm a big girl and I know what I want. You ain't hurting me, I'm fine. Now shut up." You shake your head, rocking into him. He hisses. No wonder you're so tight.

He flips you over. Rutting his hips into you. He slows down, giving you time to adjust to him properly and taking his time with you. You really start to react to him, clutching onto him. Your eyes are slightly wider than before. Pupils blown out. You're letting out little mewls and cries and it's how he knows you're getting close. Tommy has been riding the edge for a few minutes. Not wanting to cum too fast and embarrass himself.

"T-Tommy." You grit your teeth. "I.. I think I-"

"Look at me darlin'" he says through gritted teeth. "Look at me when you cum sweet girl. Show me how you do it." He smiles. You look up at him, clutching onto his shirt. He hits his high the same time you do, thrusting into you harder than he intends. Hearing you cry out when you cum. Eyes rolling back before they screw shut. He doesn't pull out. He fills you right up with his cum.

He tries not to blush, having been so long since he's been with someone. Tommy doesn't think he's ever been with a Virgin before. This was new for him. "I'm sorry if I hurt ya."

"You didn't.. I got blood all over you though Tommy. 'M sorry." You blush.

He shakes his head. "I don't care baby, you know that. I care more that I made you bleed."

You shake your head. "It didn't hurt that bad. Nothing I couldn't handle." You mumble. He laughs, moving to lay next to you on the hay. He traces your lips with his thumb. "You should've told me. Coulda made your first time at least a little more special. It's supposed to be."

"I don't think I would've wanted it any other way Tommy." You laugh. "Just.. pretend like I wasn't."

"I can't do that. To be honest. It's.. the best I've ever felt." He runs his palm down his jeans. He's tucked his dick back into his jeans by now. Clearly Tommy had liked it, way more than you thought he had. You laugh. "Stick around and maybe it won't be your last with me." You mumble, standing up. "Cmon. I'll let you use the bathroom in the house to clean up. Sure Jacob has some old shorts lying around while I wash your jeans." You nod.

A couple hours later, Tommy's jeans are hung up on a clothes line to dry and he lays in your bed next to you, wearing a pair of old shorts that haven't been worn in decades.

You're sound asleep next to him. His phone buzzes with a text.

Howdy Tommy, Jacob here. Turns out the ol' lady likes it in the big city. Y/N is gonna be pissed when I tell her but you and her are gonna be taking on all the work load until the farm is sold.

Tommy swallows hard. This was about to drive a wrench right through his plans.

Thanks for the heads up Jacob. I can always break the news to her if you don't want to. But outta curiosity, how much are you going to sell your farm for?

There ain't much to it anymore. The house is pretty run down. All we got are just some horses, cows, and chickens. Probably a couple hundred thousand.

I'd be interested. Maybe we should wait to tell Y/N. If I buy it, she's more than welcome to finish out her school here.

Tommy swallows hard, glancing at you as you slept. He wondered if you'd hate him or love him for this.

Sounds good to me Tommy. Either way the girl would figure it out.

———

A couple weeks later, the farmhouse is fully in Tommy's name. He drained his savings for it, but it's his. And it's the only thing Tommy has ever had. And even though Joel thought it was a horrible idea, Tommy didn't. Not as long as you were here. Tonight, he was breaking the news to you.

"So uh.. can we talk?" He asks.

Your relationship had been strictly platonic after that day in the hay loft. You hadn't made another move and Tommy hadn't pushed. But since Jacob had been gone for so long, he'd been helping you cook dinner and he'd been inside the house a lot.

He figured you'd be really mad at him after he tells you what he's about to. You sit down on the couch across from him. Opposite him and between the two of you lies an antique coffee table. "What's going on?"

"A couple weeks ago.." he sighs. "The morning after uh... the hay loft." He laughs. Looking down at his hands. They're entwined together in his lap. "I got a text message from Jacob." He mumbles. Running his hand over his stubble. "He said that uh.. his wife liked it in the big city." He looks up at you.

"He ain't coming back, is he?" You ask.

Tommy hesitates for a second. Shaking his head. "He.. said that you and I would be working here until he sells the farm."

He can see the tears gathering in your eyes. "But.. did he say anything about me? About where I go? My horses?" You stand up. "Hey- just sit down alright? Relax." He breathes. He makes his way round the table, sitting down next to you. "He told me how much he was selling the farm for. It wasn't all that much." He bites at his lip. "But no. He didn't say anything about you. And he said everything goes."

You look down. "Why did you wait so long to tell me this?"

"Because. I just.. had to think about some things alright? But the farm sold."

He can see your heart break in your chest, so this is where he needs to say it. Your eyes are fixed on the coffee table in front of you. Tears pool at your waterline but you don't let them fall.

"He sold it to me."

Your eyebrows narrow, eyes drawing up from the coffee table to look at him. "What?"

"I bought it from him."

You say nothing else for a minute. Before standing up. "Tommy, I'm sorry but are you stupid?" He laughs, surprised at the words coming out of your mouth.

"This farm is nothing but a burden. The work sucks and it's worth nothing!"

"You really think so?" He smiles.

"Tommy. You had the opportunity to leave all of this behind and forget about this stupid farm and everything on it. I would've forged his signature on anything you needed to get away. Why didn't you?"

"Cause.. Y/N." He smiles. "I'm nothing but a fucking wreck outside of this farm. Having something that relies on me like these animals, it gives me something to keep out of trouble for. And I don't mind it all. I quite like it actually." He laughs.

"Now.. for.. what I was gonna bring up." He wipes his eyebrow. "You're more than welcome to stay. You don't have to move anything at all, you don't even have to help me with the work load like you do now, just focus on school n I'll take care of ya. On one condition."

You look at him.

"I'll need your help fixing it up." He smiles.

"Okay." You nod. Looking down. "Okay Tommy. Thank you."

"Hey. No need to stress alright? We'll get this farm back in business and get this shit handled." He claps his hands together. "But it's late and you got school tomorrow, so you better go get some sleep." He smiles.

———

For the next couple months, Tommy sells a bunch of old farm equipment and spends every single dime putting it back into the farm. The biggest thing that needed updating was the farm house and the barn. He focused on those things and even had Joel out to help him with it. When the farmhouse and barn were completely updated, it really started coming together.

They had new siding, new paint, the insides were completely updated and remodeled. Even Joel couldn't deny just how nice it looked. The kitchen had brand new countertops, he got your bathroom sink working and not leaking for the first time in your life. It was amazing.

After that though, Tommy hit a dry spell.

Tommy spent the next few months doing contract work with Joel. Outside of bills, he saved every single dime he made. After the winter was over, he started in on everything else and since you had graduated. You slaved away day and night helping him alongside Joel.

You drew up some plans with Tommy and completely changed everything about the farm. Made an entire blueprint for where the animal pins will be, where they'll fit best. He fixed up the horse stables, and found a few new animals to add to the farm. He got in new calves, sold off some cows, got more chickens and added ducks. He even helped you start a garden and it seemed to flourish.

It didn't take too long after that. Once the farm was in the swing of things, it had already paid for itself along with all of Tommy's debt and he didn't owe a single thing aside from regular bills. But groceries didn't cost much since he grew his own, he had a massive savings account for any reason at all. Maybe some vet bills here or there. But that was it.

Joel was proud.

"I gotta say little brother, I'm impressed." Joel nudges him with his elbow. "Trust me, if you're shocked, I'm even more shocked." He laughs. "You've done pretty damn good. I mean this is the longest you've been off probation in how many years?" Joel laughs. "Ah. I think I'm over all that stuff. I love it out here. No people to piss me off. I'm always busy so I got no free time to fuck this up for myself. I think I'll hold onto it." He smiles.

"I gotta ask though." Joel's eyes follow your form as you walk out of the newly finished chicken coop.

Same tight bootcut jeans and a wife beater. "What about the girl?"

"What about her?"

"Why'd you take her in? Trying to play dad?"

Tommy laughs. "Oh god no. Y/N.. she's about like talking to a fifty year old woman. She doesn't get bossed around and she's a good girl. Works real fucking hard." Tommy slicks his hair back. "Jacob is a real prick, I only met the guy once though. You know the story. I couldn't just tell her to get lost."

"You ain't like.. in a relationship with her or something like that... right?"

"Nah, nothing like that." Tommy's cheeks flush.

"You said that like you wouldn't be mad if you were."

"Well.. we're definitely past the friend stage if you know what I mean." Tommy laughs, leaning up against the fence post. "Jesus Christ Tommy. The hell happened? That girl is real young." Joel shakes his head. "She's over eighteen Joel. And It only happened once, 'bout a year ago. Couple months after I first got here." Joel nods. "What exactly happened?"

Tommy laughs. "She took my hat."

Joel is confused for a second, realization crossing over his face when he realizes the kind of hat Tommy has on.

Tommy leans off the post and starts walking away. "Jesus Christ." Joel rolls his eyes. "Cowboy hat rules Joel!" Tommy calls to him. Joel starts to follow after him. "Crazy motherfucker.." he shakes his head.

———

You sat across from Tommy, you'd made him dinner.

You couldn't be more grateful for Tommy coming into your life. You'd most likely be in some dingy apartment in the city or on the streets. He saved you pretty much. Thats why you'd gotten him a gift. You had just finished dinner, Tommy was looking at his phone. "If you wanted to go get some sleep, I'll pick up." He looks up at you. "Alright." You smile. "Before I go though, I got you something." He looks up at you. You pass over the box. It's a gift box and he looks confused.

"What's this for?" He asks. Sliding it closer to him. "It's.. a thank you." You mumble. He opens it and sees snake skin. "It's a hat band." You mumble. "Was gonna go for copperhead but the western diamond back had the rattles crossed over each other on the front." You blush. "That's awesome." He smiles. "Show me how to put it on?" He asks. "Yeah. Course." He takes his hand off and sets it down. You pick up the hat band and slide it down onto the cowboy hat. Noting to steal it and clean it for him later because it's dirty. Once the hat band is on, he places it back on his head.

"I appreciate it. This couldn't have been cheap." You roll your eyes. "Doesn't matter how much it was. It's to say thank you. For.. takin' care of me." He smiles. "I'll always take care of you, alright? Besides. I need help here. Even when you decide to run off at some point." He laughs.

"Now go get some sleep honey."

You stand up and push your chair in, going to walk past him.

Just as you pass by, your hand moves up. Snatching the cowboy hat off of his head. He turns to look at you. Flirty smile on his lips. "Orrr..." you smile. Setting the hat right on top of your head. "Maybe we can pick it up later." You've got an evil grin on your face. He stands up. "Think I like your idea better." He chuckles. He walks toward you, lifting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you up the stairs. "This is how it should've been for your first time, you know?" He smiles. You roll your eyes. "I think if someone asked me 'how'd you lose your virginity?' And I told them it was in a hay loft with a farm hand, it'd be more interesting than a bed." You smirk. He laughs. Rolling his eyes.

"You're somn else." He mumbles. He sets you down at the edge of the bed. Reaching for his waistband. You were actually wearing shorts and a t-shirt for once. Something you'd picked out. He offered to buy you better clothes but you didn't want them. Just wanted the comfortable ones.

He takes a deep breath as you tug your shirt over your head. Seeing all of you for the first time. When he's gotten his clothes off and they're discarded on the floor, he's back on the bed. You're crawling on top of him. Making due, cowboy hat rules after all.

You line him up with your entrance, he gasps when you sheath yourself on his cock. Feeling your tight walls once again. You look down at him. Raising your hips up and watching him grit his teeth as you rock into him. He tugs you down, your chest flush to his and he kisses you for the first time.

He doesn't let go, even when you're ready to draw back for air, he keeps you there. When he finally pulls away, you sit back. Sitting straight up on him now. Your nipples are hard, lips blushing and swollen from his now. He glides his hands up your hips and cups your breasts in his hands. Toying with your nipples. Your hair is damp with sweat and it's the sexiest thing Tommy has ever seen. You. All you. How the hell he got himself here after nothing but being a complete ass, he'll never understand. He runs his hands up your thighs, resting his palms on the tops of them. "Stay." The words leave his lips before he has time to stop himself.

You pause your movements. Chest rising and falling with each breath you take. "What?"

"Stay here with me."

"I'm.. here Tommy." You breathe. "No. I mean.." he hesitates. "I want you here with me, always. I know you hate it here but.. I can take care of you."

"Are you.. asking me if I'll-"

"I want you to be mine. Here. Forever."

Your lips start to part in surprise, your eyes seeming glossed over. "I don't hate it here Tommy. To be honest.. it's the best it's ever been. I didn't want to leave." You shake your head. "I'll stay Tommy. But you have to stay on the straight and narrow. If you start to fuck up, I'll leave." You look down at him. "I wouldn't dream of fucking that up. Not with you. Not here."

You rock your hips into him again. Picking up the pace. "You're mine, I'll show you." He breathes. He grasps you, flipping you over like he'd done before. But this time, he doesn't slow. He's more rough than before, fucking you. He wants you to feel him. Every bit of him. He holds onto you, tight. He keeps you steady as he hammers his hips into yours, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each forceful thrust he takes. Tears gather in your eyes, not sure if you were exactly ready to take this much force but you were going to. You can feel that knot forming in your stomach. The coil wound up tight, you cry when it snaps. Sending you spiraling. Your pussy clamps down around Tommy's cock and he hisses.

He can feel you throbbing around him and it sends him into his own orgasm. Whining out. Again, he doesn't pull out. Your eyes widen when you can feel him. All of him. You're full, his warmth settles between your legs and he collapses on top of you. He's panting.

Right here, right now. This is nothing Tommy imagined he'd ever want. But it's what he needed. And he was so grateful for it.

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Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Summary: Joel and you are out on a ride on a little Autumn Date.

Word count: 755

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, post outbreak, reader has no name only a nickname, size difference, one Sarah mention, Ellie is mentioned too, fluff, undefined age gap, possibly hints to something not so good(let’s see if you catch it)

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: this is for @studioghibelli ‘s Writing Challenge. Shoutout to her she created the moodboard, it’s sooooo beautiful. 🫶🏻

Shoutout to @cafekitsune for the dividers 🤎

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 🫶🏻

Song’s I listened to while writing:

Second Hand Lovers - Oren Lavie

The Whisp Sings - Winter Aid

everything I wanted - Billie Eilish

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Paris, Texas - Lana Del Rey, SYML

Champagne Coast - Blood Orange

What A Heavenly Way To Die - Troye Sivian

What A Wonderful World - Soap&Skin

Goodbye - Apparat

Moonlight on the River - Mac DeMarco

Tumbledown - Hayley Ross

It’s a beautiful day to ride out for a Date with the one and only Joel Miller. It’s late September when the leaves are turning into a sea of yellow, orange and red specks. The temperatures gradually decrease until one day they completely drop. You’re excited for the first winter you’ll experience in Jackson. 

Joel has been your boyfriend for about 6 months. 

And ever since he asked you to be his, he tries to take you out for a little Date every other week where it’s just you two without any distractions. 

Joel is sitting behind you this time, usually he’s in the front. He’s better at horse riding than you. He knows his horse blue obviously better than you do, still you wanted to have the rains this time. 

You love feeling him so close behind you, a big solid warm wall of a man, your man. 

One of his arms is curled around your waist, hand resting on your belly and the other arm is placed on your thigh with his hand gripping your inner thigh. 

After riding for about an hour you approach the big open field and tell Joel you want to get off. 

Of course the gentleman that he is he helps you down which is probably not a good idea with his bad back. That’s nothing to stop him though.

Once you’re standing on your own two feet you lean up to peck him on one of his scruffy cheeks “Thank you cowboy” and then you tip your imaginary Stetson towards him giggling sweetly. 

Joel is used to your shenanigans at this point. “Ya lucky I think ur cute, Sunny girl.” He smiles but then it turns into something more sorrowful “Sa…- Sarah would’ve loved ya Darlin.” You know how hard it still is to talk about her “Why’s that?” 

“Cuz ya so incredibly kind, gentle, humorous and fearless. Jus like she was.” 

“I’m not fearless Joel, I’m afraid all the time. Most of all about what I would do without you. I’d lose myself.” 

“Don’t worry bout that baby I’m not gonna ever leave ya alone. I promise.” He holds up his little pinky and you intertwine yours with his. Smiling at each other. 

It’s moments like this where you realize how much you love Joel Miller. You love his dark brown eyes, his equally dark brown hair streaked with greys, the curve of his prominent nose and his strong jaw that’s sparsely covered in salt-pepper scruff. 

His broad frame makes him seem unbreakable as does his normally so grumpy attitude towards anyone, but you know he is way more than this. For you and Ellie he tries to let his walls down. 

You grab his hand and tug him forwards so you can walk across the field with blue on his side going along with you two. 

The field is your favorite place to go to and even though it might not be the safest since it’s such an open spot, it’s the prettiest scenery you’ve ever come across. Beyond the field the woods start again and in the far distance you can see the mountains. 

You turn to Joel “You think maybe there’s a lodge somewhere up in the mountains?” 

He thinks about it for a moment and then responds “Yeah maybe, why ya askin?” 

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know maybe if there’s one we could go there in winter as a lil family trip with Ellie.” 

Joel smiles “s’ a nice idea Sunny. When we’re back in Jackson, I’ll ask Tommy to go look with me. Ya gonna get the lodge of your dream Baby.” With that he pulls you close to his chest and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

Once you’ve crossed the field you turn around to take a look at the stunning sunset. 

You tug at Joel’s jacket to get him to notice 

“Joel, look at how majestic the sunset is.”

He turns and gently laughs and you look at him confused. 

“What?”

“Sunny, the sunsets, they ain’t got nothing on you. Ya the prettiest thing in this world. 

Cheesy old men you think to yourself. 

“I love you Joel.” 

“I love you too Baby.” 

3 months later…..

Kneeling in the snow, all you can think about is how much you wish to rewind time and stop yourself from ever telling Joel about finding that stupid lodge. The bitter reality is, you cannot do anything you have to live with the consequences of your actions. 

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