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Comfort - Joe Gage x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: Reader is on her period, and Joe takes care of her.

Notes: @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design FOR YOU 😘😘😘😘😘😘 Enjoy!!

You moan softly, turning over. Beside you, your husband takes notice of your discomfort. 

"Whassa matter, sweetie?" he asks in that deep drawl, his voice vibrating through his chest as he hugs you from behind. It's the middle of the night, and the snow blowing around your little house is all you can hear over the fire. 

Your husband Joe had been away on a job with the gang, but he had returned this morning, with (stolen) jewelry from the last town they sacked and both of your favorites, a bag of peppermint sticks to share. You had tried to keep the discomfort over your time of month from him, but it was getting extremely painful at this point. 

You whimper softly. 

"Hey... hey, little darlin', what's got you down?" he whispers, brushing hair from your neck and kissing it. 

"'M really hurting," you reply, whimpering again.

"Lemme guess... you, uh, dropped the axe on your foot choppin' firewood while I was gone."

"Really?"

"Okay okay, you, uh... you were out making a snowman, and you fell in a ditch?"

"Joe..." You roll your eyes. "It's my time of month."

He looks genuinely caught off guard. "Oh. Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

"Again?"

"Hm, my time of month coming once every month... imagine that!"

He laughs gently into your hair. "Sorry. That was stupid. How bad's it?"  

You curl in a little more, wincing. "Remember that time Pete accidentally shot you in the stomach? And you came home and basically felt like you were dying, and we both didn't know if you would make it through the night?"

He huffs. "How could I forget? That English idiot..."

"Well, that's how it feels."

Joe stares at you incredulously. "You're telling me that every month, you feel like you got shot in the gut?"

You turn to face him, your noses touching. "Yep."

"Shot by Pete, goddammit?"

"Oh yeah."

He blinks. "Hell, honey. Never knew it was that bad. Let me, uh... try and make it feel a little better, okay?"

"How?" you pout. The pain is terrible, and all you want to do was scream into the vast mountains of Wyoming behind your little cottage about it.

"Let me start by doing this..." He starts to rub your stomach gently, his warm hands heating the area pleasantly. By no means does it help all too much, but it's comforting.

"Mmm... keep doing that," you smile hazily.

"Yeah?" he murmurs in your ear, "Does my honey like that?"

"Yeah, your honey sure does, now get back to the place where you... mm, yeah, there, baby."

"You know something?" he whispers, moving his hand in slow, soothing strokes up to just barely graze your breasts before bringing it down to sweep your underclothes.

"What...?"

"I thought now would be a good time to tell you this. You being pretty... laid up, and moany, y'know, moody... and you can't get up it leave cause I'm being too sappy..."

You give him warning eyes, and he chuckles, putting his other hand up in surrender.

"What is it?" you repeat softly.

"Well (y/n), I... just thought I'd tell you how much you mean to me. Life wouldn't be nearly as precious without a feisty girl to come home to... go out with... cuddle up by the fire after a long day with..." He frowns a little. "I guess... what I'm trying to say, and I'm not doin' too well at it, is, uh... I love you, honey." He stares into your eyes. "I really do. So much. For ever and ever. You're my girl, and I'll always look after my girl."

You feel tears gather in your eyes as you let out a whine.

"Baby, you can't tell me stuff like that right now."

"O-okay, why not?"

You grin. "Because I'm very emotional right now, and I'm going to bawl my eyes out."

He chuckles, hugging you to him.

"That wouldn't be so bad. Then I'd have more reason to hold you close, right?"

"You can hold me close whenever you so feel like it, Joe Gage," you slap him on the shoulder playfully.

"I think I'll take you up on that, Mrs. Gage," he winks, kissing your forehead and then your lips. As he continues to rub your aching stomach, you sober up a little, sighing.

"Honestly. You okay with it?"

"Okay with what?"

"...all of this bleeding of mine?"

He readjusts himself, fixing you with a stern look. "First of all... what I am or am not okay with... is pretty fucking far from what is relevant right now. Second..." He gives a big grin. "Since when have I ever been scared of a little blood?"

You giggle, and let him pull you back against his chest with the heavy blanket over you both for the night.

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My Michael Madsen Smut Masterlist

Michael Madsen x Readers

Crack Of Dawn

25th

Help Me Out

Howdy Stranger 

Dear Michael 

13th

Reservoir Dogs: Mr. Blonde x Readers

You Started It 

The Gift - Part I (Ft. Nice Guy Eddie) 

The Gift - Part II (Ft. Nice Guy Eddie) 

Kill Bill: Budd x Readers

Sidewinder - Part I

Sidewinder - Part II

The Hateful Eight: Joe Gage x Readers

Hiding Something

Comfort (fluff)

My Michael Madsen Ao3 Collection

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Having A Priest Kink With Michael Madsen Would Include

@this-is-mysuperwholockd-design @chari-koopa

You’d keep visiting him to hear him speak at the church

His voice always captivated you. He really seems passionate, too

You start to tease him through confessional, confessing to how many times you touch yourself thinking of him

While he does believe in what he preaches, he also believes in having a little fun (he does drink and smoke all the time)... so one day, in the confessional, he coaches you through touching yourself, as he palms himself 

You start a secret relationship with him, meeting in the back of the church, fucking back there, in his car, late at night back at his house

You love it when he reads you verses in that voice of his, while you imagine him inside you...

He knows what he does to you, and sometimes, he’ll leave his collar just a little bit more open than usual

The thrill of the secretive sex and the taboo of it all makes things so much hotter 

Him wearing his priest uniform as he takes you for a ride on his Harley, getting it a little dusty yummmmm 

He’d wear his black cowboy hat with his uniform during his sermons. He said it makes things more personal 

The irony of him calling you angel is not lost on either of you ;) 

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Dear Michael ~ Michael Madsen x Reader

Synopsis: You meet your idol after sending him a totally slutty fan letter.

Notes: Okay okay, I had to write this really tiny little ditty because SOMEONE had to send me the most perfect music video ever, ahem @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design this is your fault. So this is based on that video. 😂 @cocoawaltz you might like this too!

You sign the fan letter you had been writing for Michael Madsen. It was a one in a million shot he would write back, or even read it at all-- but he's an extremely attractive man, and you couldn't get him off your mind, so it was worth a try.

Signing the letter that contained a lot of things you wanted to do to him, you tuck a picture of yourself into the envelope, with your number and a heart on the back of it. You blush a little as you do so, feeling like a teenager with a crush on a pop star or something... but Michael made you think the dirtiest thoughts, and flirting over fan mail? Wasn't unheard of, you suppose.

You're out about two weeks later, shopping for something. Just as you're approaching the cash, you feel your phone buzz. Blowing your hair out of your face, you try to balance your bags as you take it out.

It's a single text.

Hey doll. Caught your letter. Meet for dinner?

-MM

You nearly drop your bags. MM. M fucking M????? Did Michael Madsen just text you?!?! Calmly trying to gather your senses, you type back.

Sure thing! How about Crossroads Cafe?

You sit down to breathe properly, and get a reply about five minutes later.

Love that place. They know me there too, so we could get a private booth. See you there tonight, 7:30.

You fan yourself. Okay, so this is happening.

At home, you try on basically everything you have that looks good, and decide on a short dress, with your cutest panties underneath, just in case. You admire yourself in the mirror, and grab your things to go.

At the restaurant, you look around nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear. What if he didn't show? What if his manager or someone told him this wasn't such a good idea after all?

Just then, you feel a tap on the shoulder. You turn, and come face to face with Michael. He takes off his sunglasses, and grins.

"You must be (y/n)." He gestures to his face. "Recognized you from the photo."

You smile. "You must be Mike. Great to meet you."

"Hey, you too. That letter, uh..." he chuckles, putting a hand on your back, "Really got me going."

Your cheeks heat up as he escorts you to the back table. "Oh god... I don't even remember what I wrote. I didn't even think you would read it! Was it bad?"

"It wasn't anything pornographic," he assures, then winks. "I mean, it kinda was, but I'm a big boy." He raises his eyebrows, pulling out your chair for you then sitting opposite. "You really wanna do all those things to me?"

You groan. "Of course, or else I wouldn't have sent it."

He grins again. "Lucky me. In all seriousness, I don't know... there was just something about you that I just wanted to meet you in person."

"Happy with what you found?" you tease, lifting your water.

"Very," he nods, eyes roaming down, and orders you guys two beers. "You cool with beer, honey?"

You nod. "Thanks."

"Not a problem. You know, you've got a real sweet face and everything... but I wanna know more about you."

Your beer comes, and you take a sip, beginning to tell him about your life. He tells you some about his, some funny anecdotes from a couple of sets, and then gets into some deeper stuff.

About an hour later, you're both three beers in and a little looser than before. You've had dinner, and now you're just hanging out. Michael's hand is on your knee under the table, and it's all you can do not to slide in next to him and start making out with the man.

"Hey, uh... you wanna get outta here?" he asks after a silent minute. You bite your lip.

"You bet your ass I do."

"Speaking of asses, I would very much to check out yours," he laughs, and tips back the last of his third beer. You giggle, and get up, spinning around. He claps for you. "That's it. Back to my place, before I have to have you right there, against that wall."

You gasp, arousal hitting you. You had been turned on all night, but hearing his intentions was even better.

"C'mon," he murmurs in your ear, leaving a wad of bills om the table and slipping his sunglasses back on, "Let's ditch this joint, baby. We've got the whole night ahead of us."

You take his arm, and rest your head on his shoulder as he takes you back to his convertible. A dreamy evening was about to become a dreamy night.