#thanks for the ask Tess ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[thedreadpiratematt]

Tattoo idea: Joan of Arc/some Joan iconography

Bro yeeessss, oof there are so many good Joan tattoos too

[girl-please-study]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶💜💜💜

Aww 😍 thank you for sending me this!

1. Immortals, Fall Out Boy

2. Castle, Halsey

3. Unstoppable, Sia

4. Serial Killer, Lana Del Rey

5. Somebody that I Used to Know

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[navybrat817]

And Everything Nice

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You visit the tattoo parlor when an uninvited guest shows up at the bakery. Word Count: Over 2.8k Warnings: Bad ex, mild (h)arassment, protectiveness, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics . Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Thank you to @rookthorne for listening to me ramble about this part! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

I am going to ask Bucky Barnes out.

After going through the closing checklist, Tess gave you another quick pep talk and said the only thing that would hurt if he turned you down was your pride. Deep down you knew it would hurt more than your pride if he said no, but you didn't say it out loud. She must have sensed it since she added she was certain he'd jump at the chance to date you.

"You got this," she said, giving you a quick hug. "Sorry to run, but-"

"Like I said, I got this," you said, waving her on. Normally you walked out together when you both closed the bakery, but she had somewhere to be. "Have fun!" you added as she rushed out.

Once you finished up a few minutes later, you strode to the door with your keys in hand and a smile on your face. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. You could feel it. And you would look Bucky in the eye with a smile as you asked him-

"Closing all by yourself?"

You weren't sure how you managed to not drop your keys, or not throw a punch, when you spun around and saw your ex in your personal space. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face when you took a deep breath. "Thanks for sneaking up on me, Richard. Mind backing up a little?"

"Aww, did I scare you?" he asked as you quickly locked the door. "Not even a 'hello'?"

"We haven't talked since we broke up," you reminded him. "But hi and bye."

Richard charmed you in the beginning when you met him, like he did with so many others. Beyond his good looks, he was a confident man. It didn't take long to see that beneath the surface was a spoiled man child who was used to getting what he wanted, or thought he could buy everything. You included.

Breaking up with him was one of the best decisions you made, even if your mom disagreed.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? You should get a drink with me."

"I have plans," you lied, wondering what the hell he was even doing there.

"So? Break them. I want to talk."

The suggestion sounded more like an order and you weren't in the mood.

"I said I have plans. I'm sorry."

"Then why are you still in your work clothes?" he asked, gesturing to your outfit. "And who do you have plans with? Some new guy?"

"Because I'm changing later," you said, staring across the street as a smile spread on your face. "And not that it's any of your business, but yes. He's a tattoo artist."

You weren't sure why you said that. Maybe because you hoped Bucky really would be your guy. And because the thought of him also made you feel safe.

You half expected Richard to laugh as you walked around him, but he put his hand on your arm instead as his face twisted into a scowl. "You're not hanging out with him. You're getting a drink with me."

You wrenched your arm away before he could tighten his grip. "We aren't together anymore. So you don't get to show up out of nowhere and order me around," you said as you went to the curb.

"Don't act like a fucking brat when I'm trying to give you another chance."

I'm the brat?

"Not interested. Have a good night!" you said before you looked both ways and dashed across the street to Bucky's shop.

The entrance was cozier and more open than you expected, the sound of the needles bringing you a strange sense of comfort as you adjusted your bag on your arm. Pictures of various tattoos in different styles lined the red walls above the front desk and leather couches. You wished you had the time to pick out which works belonged to Bucky.

Another day.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" the man behind the desk cheerfully greeted you as he typed on the keyboard. Even sitting down, you could tell the man was built, his muscular arms covered in a variety of tattoos. He may have been intimidating if not for the glasses and warm smile. "Do you have an appointment?"

You glanced over your shoulder and saw your ex making his way across the street. "Sorry, I don't. Is Bucky here? I really need to talk to him."

"Oh, yeah. Just over there. If you want to take a seat, I can-"

"Thank you. I'll be quick," you smiled, hoping Bucky wasn't in the middle of an appointment.

You glanced around at some of the other artists as you walked over to the chairs and noted how exceedingly gorgeous they were. There was one with short dark hair and a beard that looked like he could kill someone with his tattoo gun if they stared for too long. The girl sitting at his station and the man behind him with shocking pink hair and bright smile both brought a ray of warmth to his almost dark aura.

Is it a prerequisite to work in the shop that you have to be good looking? And either look intimidating as hell or incredibly alluring?

You gripped your bag to keep your hand from shaking as you saw Bucky engaged in a quiet conversation with Steve, recognizing him from earlier. You were almost afraid to interrupt. "Hi?"

Both men turned toward you with smiles on their faces as Bucky pushed himself up from his stool. “Hey, Sugar. Couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see me?”

"Something like that," you said.

"Wait. That's Sugar?" the man with the pink hair asked. "No wonder you keep going to the bakery."

"Don't hit on her, Hal," Bucky warned, earning a chuckle from the other man. "Go bother Andy."

"He already is," a deep voice replied.

You would ask later just how much he spoke about you to the other artists. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. My ex was waiting for me outside of my shop and I kind of panicked and said I was meeting you and I rushed over here."

"Your ex?" Bucky asked, immediately moving forward to rub your arms in a soothing gesture. "Are you okay?"

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" you heard the guy at the desk call out before you could answer.

Instead, you burrowed yourself against Bucky when you heard Richard shout your name. Rock solid and sturdy, his hold kept your nerves from bubbling to the surface. You had nothing to be afraid of.

So why am I shaking?

“You’re kidding me, right? This fucking asshole?” Richard scoffed as you looked over your shoulder at him. He didn't walk any closer, but his voice carried throughout the entire shop. "Like putting a bumper sticker on a piece of shit car, isn't it?"

“Richard, just leave.”

"Does your mom know you're spreading your legs for some tatted up lowlife? Still a disappointment, aren’t you?”

The jab cut deep as much as you wanted to ignore it. He knew that your mom judged every part of you. No matter what you did, it was never good enough.

You wouldn’t focus on that for the time being. "

You do not come into his shop and insult him. Bucky, I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize for this asshole, Sugar. His opinion of me means less than nothing, trust me," he assured you before he faced your ex. "You, however, are banned from my shop. You can get out now or Jake will call the cops for trespassing. After you apologize to my girl for upsetting her. Your choice, Dick."

Your heart fluttered as you leaned into Bucky more.

His girl. It sounds right.

"Please. I can buy the shop tomorrow just to bulldoze it to the ground," he sneered before he jabbed a finger at you. "And you know what? Keep her. I tried to give her another chance, but she's not worth it. She's a lousy lay anyway."

The insult washed away the momentary good feeling and was the tipping point that brought tears to your eyes. It was humiliating enough that you were the root cause of a scene in Bucky's shop, but the jab in front of his employees and customers brought it to another level. Why did you think hiding in there was a good idea?

Does Bucky think I'm a total loser now?

It was only when you sniffled did you notice the entire shop had gone silent, a dangerous tension in the air when Bucky tightened his arms around you as Steve and Andy slowly got to their feet.

"Hey, why don't you and I go in the back?" the friendly girl at Andy's station suggested. "I think there's some snacks back there, right?"

Andy nodded and gave her the go ahead.

"Bucky," you whispered as you dared to look at him. A tear slid from your eye when you saw the murderous gaze on his handsome face. "I'm-"

Before you could register what was happening, he pulled your face toward his and kissed you. Fierce, yet gentle as he brushed the tear away with his thumb, you let him take the lead. A slow simmer of warmth crept into your cheeks as he parted your lips with his tongue and coaxed yours into his mouth. Your fingers twisted in his shirt as he deepened the kiss and shifted so you were pressed almost completely against him.

If this is how he kisses, he might actually kill me if we ever go further than that.

He breathed into your mouth as he stole the very oxygen from your lungs when he pulled away.

"Go in the back," he told you, his gaze dropping to your lips. Did he want to kiss you again or was it wishful thinking on your part? "I just need to take out the trash, finish up here, and I'll take you home, okay? I won't be long."

It was a feat that you didn't shed more years with how gently he spoke to you.

"Thank you," you whispered, unable to say much more.

"Let's check out that snack collection back there," you heard before you were pulled from Bucky's grasp.

You didn't look back at Richard when the girl tugged you away, but you heard a slight waver in his voice as yelled after you.

That's right. You should be afraid.

"Thank you," you said, wiping your eyes with your hand.

"No need to thank me. One of my good friends just got out of a bad relationship and I'm still a bit in my protective streak," she explained. "Are you okay?"

"I think so."

You tried to remember how Richard acted around other guys when the two of you dated. Had he been the jealous type and you just ignored it? Or did he only cause a scene because you showed him you wanted to move on?

Tess is going to flip when she hears about this.

"Well, whether they just throw him out on his ass or worse, he deserves it for what he said to you," she added before she told you her name. "Everyone calls me Sunny."

"He does," you agreed, introducing yourself as she handed you some water. "Bucky calls me Sugar."

"And you work in the bakery across the street?" she guessed.

"Co-owner," you said, the small talk calming you. "Do you work here or are you a client?" you asked, noticing that she didn't have any tattoos.

"New client. I work in an animal shelter," she smiled. "Grumpy out there is going to give me a sun tattoo."

"That's nice," you smiled back. It seemed fitting with her warm and bright presence. "I really do appreciate you bringing me back here."

It was somehow just as warm and inviting as the entrance, the couch worn and comfortable. You wondered how often Bucky came back here to relax and hang out in-between his appointments. Would he ever bring you back here if you stopped in to see him?

"I figured the amount of testosterone out there could be a bit overwhelming, but are you sure you're okay?"

"Other than being incredibly embarrassed, yeah."

Even though Richard was no longer your boyfriend, he just had to barrel back into your life and leave a mess in his wake.

"He's the one who should be embarrassed," Sunny said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Especially after seeing that kiss."

Your face warmed as you replayed it in your mind. The silver lining for showing up tonight was receiving such a passionate kiss from Bucky. It was difficult not to get swept up in the moment though and you told yourself it was likely just for show. A way for him to stick it to a guy who upset you.

Right?

"It was a really good kiss," you smiled.

"Oh, we all felt the heat. Trust me."

Both of you giggled until there was a soft knock on the door frame.

"Hey, Sugar. Trash is out on the curb," Bucky winked. "You ready to go home?"

Your heart fluttered as you smiled back. "Yeah, I'm ready."

You didn't live far away, but Bucky still insisted on taking you home. He even took you out the back way so you didn't have to see anyone. While he didn't specify exactly what happened with Richard, he assured you he wouldn't poke around either of your shops again. It made the drive home more pleasant knowing he looked out for you.

So much that you almost took his hand when he stopped outside of your place.

Almost.

"Thank you for everything," you said. "I'm really sorry about tonight."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Not the first time we've dealt with assholes in the shop. Steve and I don't like bullies."

"I still feel bad," you said, wishing the feeling would go away.

"Please, don't," he whispered.

Your fingers twisted in your lap before you took a deep breath. "When you came into the bakery earlier today, I was going to ask you out," you told him, but refused to look at him. "But after that, it's probably a dumb idea. You shouldn't have to deal with that kind of trouble."

Maybe there's a better girl out there for you.

"You think one asshole ex is trouble?" he asked, leaning over to grasp your chin so you'd face him, goosebumps rising on your arms from his touch. "I can handle that."

"But what he said in your shop-"

"He did that to bring you down because he's an asshole. Guys like that don't want to see girls thrive without them."

You scoffed and mumbled, "I wonder what you'd think of my mom.

"I'm not afraid to stand up to anyone who tries to hurt you," he said, keeping a hold of your chin with a tender grip as your chest tightened. "You said you were gonna me ask out. Don't change your mind because of them."

"So, you really want to go on a date with me?" you asked.

"If I say 'yes', do I get to kiss you again?" he replied, running his thumb along your lower lip.

You were torn between sucking his thumb into your mouth or sinking into your seat. "Maybe we should get an actual date under our belts first. You only kissed me to prove a point or something."

Even if it felt like heaven.

"Or maybe I've been wanting to kiss you since I walked into your bakery and I want to kiss you again," he said, sliding his hand around to the back of your neck with ease. "Proving a point was an added bonus."

You looked at him wide eyed and subconsciously touched your lips. "Wait, you want to kiss me just because I asked you on a date?"

"I can give you a whole list of reasons," he said, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. "And I'd love to go out with you. Friday night, Sugar?"

"It's a date, Hottie," you smiled when he leaned in.

But he didn't kiss your lips.

He brushed a kiss to your forehead, which somehow seemed more intimate.

"You had a rough evening. The next time I kiss you, I want it to because it's the right moment, just for the two of us," he explained when you furrowed your brows. "My girl deserves that."

A soft smile played at your lips as something warm welled up in your chest. He could have easily taken advantage of how vulnerable you felt by stealing another kiss, but he didn't. Even though you were into each other.

Going to see Bucky tonight was the right choice.

And you couldn't wait for your date.

Love them. Love the whole gang. Except Richard. Fuck that guy. And where are they going on that date? Check out What Dreams Are Made Of to see how Bucky is feeling. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[milla-frenchy]

Wolf like me

2k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: you meet someone who finally fills the void in you Warnings: 18+ mdni. Darkish. rough sex, oral (m/f), facial, self abandonment, toxic relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, spitting, biting, manhandling, unprotected piv, rimming, ass play, anal, creampie, reader is looking for pain, Joel is not particularly nice and not caring either. No age specified. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for beta-ing me, and hearing me whine 😭💕🫶 There are Joels that are particularly physically powerful, brutal, and sexually aggressive. I call them “beast!Joel” 😍🥵 Here they are: Carnal @pascalsbby | Daddy Joel & A day in the filth @toxicanonymity | Lost in the dark @iamasaddie. Thank you for these awesome fics 🙏❤️ Here’s mine :) The title is from Wolf like me by TV on the radio

ao3 | masterlist | part 2

Joel was pretty well known at the QZ. He had the reputation of a distant man, not meddling in other people's affairs and hating people meddling in his own. He carried out the worst tasks, those that paid the most. It was impossible to know what shenanigans he was getting into with Tess, the woman he was often seen with. Impossible to know why he sometimes met FEDRA soldiers on the sidelines, but without really hiding it, as if he knew that no one would dare bother him.

You worked for Robert and you knew that his relationship with Joel was tense. So for some time now, when Robert needed something from Joel, he went through you. Every time you met him, Joel lived up to his reputation. He grumbled more than spoke, he was not very verbose, he did not bother with manners and was barely polite. He used to roll his eyes an embarrassing number of times at you, like you were the stupidest person in the world. However, he didn't impress you, and one day, you caught a grin when you responded to him in a biting tone.

That’s probably how you ended up on your knees in front of him one evening, his cock in your mouth and his fist clenched in your hair. His massive hand on the back of your head holding you exactly how he wanted, while he was fucking your throat without worrying about the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

He let go of you, and ordered you to get on the bed, “cheek against the pillow and ass in the air.” 

You looked up at him, without immediately obeying, and he pointed to the bed with his chin. You got up and settled in, unable to resist his directive tone. When he knelt behind you, his fat cock in his hand, ready to push it into your core, you freed yourself from his hand, asking him to wait.

“Wait for what exactly, little girl?”

In someone else's mouth, this pet name might have been cute. Or kind. But in his, you felt like a helpless little thing in the hands of a man much more powerful than you.

“Wait until I’m prepared,” you whispered.

“Do you think I’m gonna make love to you, baby girl?”

He tilted his head to the side, waiting for your response which didn't come.

“Cause I don’t make love. I fuck hard. So either you take my fuckin’ cock the way I wanna give it to you, or you get the fuck outta here.”

You let him fuck you the way he wanted, your teeth digging into the flesh of your hand to keep you from screaming, while his fingers were firmly buried in the flesh of your hips. He pulled out just before he came, grabbing your arm for you to follow him to the side of the bed. His feet planted on the ground, he jerked himself into his clenched fist until spurts of cum covered your face.

Stunned by his animality, you didn't move before he pushed you down onto the floor, and he plunged into you, his tongue dipping into your aching pussy. He ate you as he had fucked you just before: like a hungry beast devouring its wounded prey. His fingers were everywhere, on your clit, in your pussy and in your ass. Yours were buried in his curls, clawing at his scalp, making him grunt against your folds until you came, exhausted, and finally relaxed your muscles that had been contracting until then, under the assaults he had inflicted on you.

Of course, he didn't walk you home. He didn’t even say a word to you, to be honest. He barely watched you wipe away the cum that was still on your cheeks.

You continued to meet Joel on Robert's behalf, and you returned to his apartment several times.

Every time he fucked you, you felt like you were being tossed around in dark waters, the movement of which seemed strangely familiar to you. And above all, the feeling gave you the confirmation that you were still alive.

Joel wanted to own, to take. And you wanted to be owned, creating a perfect balance between you. You were giving him everything he wanted. Your body was always adapting to his, whatever hole he thrusted into. He probably licked and smelled every inch of your skin. Left bite marks on your body, as if his cock deep inside you wasn't enough, as if he needed to sink his teeth into your skin. Needed to show everyone that you were his. That you had been claimed. “I want you to use my body whenever and however you want”, you told him once. And he did. Days after days.

As soon as you closed the door to his apartment behind you, you felt that the atmosphere was heavier than usual. He was sitting near the dining room table, facing the front door, and you.

“Who was it?”, he asked, in an annoyed voice, so low you barely heard him, while his fist was clenched on the table.

"Who are you talking about?"

“That boy, with you near the guardhouse this afternoon.” He spat out the sentence, his jaw clenched, the sound of his voice barely reaching your ears.

“He’s one of Robert’s guys, he’s not a boy,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. He stood up suddenly and slammed you against the wall with surprising agility for a man of his build. His hand pressed against your throat, his face lowered towards you, you only saw his dark eyes.

“You let him fuck you?” he growled, tightening his grip on your throat.

“No, damn, Joel…”, you whispered.

He released his grip slightly and breathed down your neck, then moved up to your ear, as if to make sure that he would only smell your scent on you.

“Mine,” he murmured, his nose in your hair, his hand sliding from your throat to one of your breasts which he grabbed.

“Yours”, you breathed in his ear, your hand clinging to his bicep.

“I’m gonna be brutal, baby doll.”

“I know.”

He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his hard cock, before grabbing your thighs and lifting you off the ground. He pushed aside the panties under your dress, and positioned his tip at your entrance. He looked at you, daring you with his gaze to tell him to wait. But it’s been a long time now since you asked him to be prepared. You only wanted to feel him more. Always more. And the faster he plunged into you, the more intoxicating the sensation was.

He sank in, his gaze boring into yours as his cock split your pussy. In one push he bottomed out. He pulled back almost all the way and thrusted in again, after tilting his pelvis so that you impaled yourself as deep as possible on his shaft. Breathless, you grabbed his shoulders to try to ease the way you were taking his cock. But he placed his arm against your back and tightened his hand on the back of your neck, trapping you in his embrace. He pounded you against the wall, and you were whimpering at each stroke of his cock.

“You’re mine”, he said again, thrusting in. “You belong to me, only my cock can fuck this cunt. You hear me, little girl?”

“Fuck… Yes Joel! Just you.”

“Not only your cunt. Everything. I want only my smell on you.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand, looking at you questioningly. You nodded and said “only you.”

“Good girl. Come here.”

He released you and grabbed your arm, squeezing it way too tightly with his large hand, before throwing you onto the bed. He was standing in front of you, his pants just under his balls, still covering his thick thighs. His hand was tight on his cock, glistening with your wetness. You could see the vein in his neck pulsing.

He spat into his palm before jerking off harshly while watching you.

“Joel”, you whimpered. “Please I want-”

“You’ll have that cock when I’ll give it to you”, he cut you off.

“Please Joel, use me”, you whined again.

“Jesus, you need my cock that bad? Get on all fours, then. And take off your clothes.”

You undressed and watched him remove his clothes, before waiting for him on your hands and knees. The bed sank under his weight as he knelt behind you. He ran his hands from your neck to the small of your back. He reveled in your eagerness, seeing your ass pushed back towards him. You wanted him to use you, the way he wanted. He placed his cock at your entrance, and thrusted in slowly. So slowly that it was almost more painful than when he would suddenly stick it in you. Like a bandage that you gently remove instead of ripping it off all at once. You felt your pussy spread painfully to let his cock sink in. You felt his skin warming you up from the inside. He kept thrusting, and you realized that you had been holding your breath since he dove in you. You breathed deeply, keeping yourself from moving backwards and impaling yourself on his cock in one blow. You knew he wanted to control the pace, and you wanted him to act that way. You wanted to be in pain, to feel things as intensely as possible, and for as long as possible.

You felt so fragile and vulnerable, with his massive hands on you and his cock piercing you. And at the same time, you had never felt so safe. Nothing could happen to you, with him.

Finally his cock bottomed out and you gasped. He pulled back and thrusted in with a brutal move this time, as you reflexively leaned forward. He tightened his embrace, threatening “don’t you dare. You’re gonna take my cock, as I want you to take it.” You bit your lip and nodded.

You heard him spit and you shivered as you felt his saliva reach your ass, his thumb immediately coming up to push it into your ring. You heard him grunt behind your back, guessing his contemplation between keeping fucking your pussy or claiming your ass. With a snort, he pulled out, dipping his tongue against your ass, lapping flat. You heard him jerking off into his fist and part of you hoped to see him desperate to the point of cumming against the sheets without having time to fuck you. But his primal instinct for possession was the strongest, and he positioned himself against your ring once he felt you would be able to take it.

He pushed, and you waited quietly, controlling your breath, until the tip was fully in.

“Oh fuck, Joel…”

“Always ready to take it in your ass, right?”

“I…fuck. Yeah. I can always take it.”

“Good girl”, he praised, as he thrusted in suddenly, the brutality of his action clashing with the sound of his voice. You didn't have time to say a word, he was already pulling back before burying himself again, showing you once more that you were his, pinching your hips, and you knew that the morning after your skin there would be blue.

“Turn around, I want to see your face while I fuck your ass,” he said, pulling back and manhandling you to turn around.

You lay on your back, and he grabbed the back of your knees to bring them closer to your shoulders before thrusting in. The position made the penetration so deep that you thought he was actually going to tear you in half. His growls were more animalistic than human and you lost yourself in their sounds. 

“Look”, he said. “Look at my cock, ruining your ass.”

He pulled his torso away from yours and you looked down, where your bodies were one.

“Fuck, baby doll. Look. You’re taking it so good.”

“Joel... Let off all your steam. Use me for that.”

“Shit you’re…you never get enough of that cock.”

He fucked you, probably harder than ever, and you couldn't feel your body anymore.

“Lose yourself in me”, he told you, looking at you as if he was reading you. “I’m here for it”, he added. You came, hearing him, your clit rubbing against his lower stomach.

Burying in your ass, he grabbed your wrists with one hand and held them above your head, placing his mouth against your armpit, licking away the beads of sweat hidden there and growling against your skin.

“Jo…fuck. Joel.”

“Mmmm?”, he growled.

“The sounds you make, when you fuck me. I…- fuck.. I feel so full - …I love these sounds.”

For the first time, you thought you saw a loss of control in him, and you tried to catch his gaze. When he froze inside you and shot the hot spurts of cum into your ass, all you could think about was the dark waves you were floating in, and you came a second time on his cock.

You got dressed and as you were leaving he grabbed you, holding you against him like no one had ever done before. He held you so tight that it was painful, but you would have let him crack one of your ribs if it would allow you to continue this embrace. When he released you, you tried to meet his gaze again, but he had already turned away from you.

When you got back to your apartment, you knew you were screwed. Fucking with him, letting him use you in any possible way, was no longer enough.

Part 2

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[creedslove]

We need Joel meet his new sweetheart at a gym. He was helping her with heavy equipment, because some assholes left heavy weight on a poll for lifting and left her yoga corner filled with weights she can't move without straining herself. (Sorry my English is lacking here as you see 😂)

So she is like coffee, as a thank you?

And Joel said sure. He has girlfriend at home, but love is not there between them for a while now. So he is not feeling very guilty about it. And rumors says, she was planning on dumping him anyway, but is with him by convince. So he is just... Not very hesitant, when you two ended up on a little date after gym two times a week. 😉

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: cheating, infidelity, mentions of smut, Joel being soft

A/N: bestie, this wonderful idea has been living rent-free in my mind for days!!! Bless you for it honey ❤️

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Your soft breathing against his skin while Joel tried not to doze off after his orgasm haze and the peace and tiredness that took over his body showed that unlike him, you'd successfully managed to relax and fell asleep on him. He rubbed your skin gently, kissing your neck as his rough fingers ran up and down your arm and Joel thought of what he was doing in his life.

Tess would probably be waiting for him back home, it was Saturday, she was probably making them meatloaf, and her meatloaf was really bad. Not that it even mattered to Joel, lately anything that had to do with her was bad and sour to him. He didn't care about her or her stupid efforts anymore, just as he didn't feel any regret towards his little affair with you. If some months ago someone had told him he would be cheating on his girlfriend, Joel would probably punch whoever made that accusation, but then, he wouldn't believe it if someone told him his girlfriend Tess, would be having an affair with her co-worker.

Ever since he grabbed her phone to order them some pizza and he came across some steamy messages she was exchanging with a guy named 'Tom' he stopped caring about her, her feelings, her presence. He knew Tim, thinking back a year or so ago, when he reluctantly accepted Tess's invitation to be her plus one at her office's Christmas party, he remembered that annoying guy from accounting who wouldn't keep his eyes off her. Unlike Joel, who only threw some jeans, flannels and a jacket on, Tim always wore a pathetic suit; when they shook hands and greeted each other, he noticed how soft the other man's hand was compared to his. He didn't actually know when his girlfriend's affair had started, probably when Tess - who used to climb Joel and ride him at every single opportunity, simply stopped coming after him, making up excuses not to touch or be touched by him.

It was around the same time he found out about the texts that Joel met you. He had seen you before, of course he had, he wasn't blind after all, it would be nearly damn impossible for him to pretend not to see you in your stupidly tight yoga clothes, or how you would flash your beautiful smile around, greeting everyone you saw - him included. You had never interacted further than that until the day you found the place you usually trained clogged with a bunch of equipment people left behind. You felt so annoyed at that, why did people have to do that? If it weren't for the handsome gentleman whose name was Joel - you learned later - who helped you get those shit out of your way, you wouldn't have been able to train. Not that at that point it mattered something at all, because all you could focus was on Joel. He was so handsome, devilish handsome. But he was also sexy, rough and you couldn't help yourself but check on him at every opportunity, catching him stealing glances at you every so often, it wasn't a surprise when he asked you out for a coffee, that quickly turned into more than just one coffee and before either of you realized what was happening, you were sleeping together. Twice a week, after working out, you'd hop into his truck and be driven to a cheap motel where Joel Miller would fuck you exactly the way you deserved it. You thought the thrill and the lust would fade eventually, but it didn't, and even if you weren't happy to learn he had a girlfriend, it didn't bother you as much as you knew it should. Joel on the other hand, had made plans of breaking up with Tess, but as his affair with you progressed, he thought it would be more suitable to just simply give her a taste of her own medicine, find out for herself what it felt like to be betrayed and cheated on by someone who supposedly loved her. He just didn't think he would be too attached to you, just like you ended up getting attached to him.

As you moved on top of Joel, you nuzzled his naked chest, opening your eyes lazily and smiling to see him there. His hands traveled through your body, making you relaxed under his touch, it felt pretty good.

"It's time to go?" You asked him with a hint of sadness, you knew he would have to go back to his girlfriend and you'd go home, thinking of the man who was yours at the same time he really wasn't. However, this time Joel stroked your cheek, shaking his head softly

"We can stay a little longer, darlin'..." He closed his eyes the moment your lips traced your way along his shoulder going to his arms. You sank your teeth into his biceps, giving it a love bite and giggling to yourself. It was impossible to resist Joel.

In return, he swatted your ass cheeks, spanking you and making you squeal.

"Let's stay the night Joel… forget about her, you have me now" you asked him with pleading eyes

"I've already forgotten about her, you are all I care"

____

[puck-bunny-for-all]

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A.N :

Ok hi I HAVE SOOOOO MANY BETTER ONES COMING UP but I liked this a lot! im gonna post a what to expect this week post in a few.

not my best work but im running on 1% battery lol.

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[telvess]

Hello Tess🫂❤️❤️ if it's not too much (and if you have time, of course)...can I ask for Hajun, Susanoo and Hermes headcanons with a painter reader? Especially if the reader likes to sketch them or paint them often...a little painter simp!

If you don't want to do it or don't feel like it, that's totally fine!❤️

Love ya!☀️🌻

Don’t I want to do this? I COULDN’T WAIT TO DO THIS! my first Susanoo request, I’m so excited!

I know you asked for headcanons, but I ended up writing scenarios as well, and they, hm… got out of hand. And so you know… before I fell for Thor, I had a weakness for Hermes, and now thanks to you it came back to me!😭😭😭

Anyway I hope you’re feeling better today, Sunny🌞

RoR: Painter!Reader (Hajun, Susanoo, Hermes) 🔞

Hajun

Let’s not pretend this is kind of person who would stop to look at a beautiful view.

Before he met you, he didn’t give an art second thought. After he met you? He thinks it's pointless, but there are works you show him that make his eyes widen for a split second. Hajun then goes back to pretending that it bores him to death…

If you really want to catch his attention, use bright colors and don't paint something boring.

You always make such a mess with the paints… He likes it.

Oh, you want to teach him to draw? Problems start with his I-don’t-care attitude, then you have to deal with countless broken pencils because he grips them too hard, and of top of that refuses to follow your instructions. Surprisingly Hajun isn’t the first who loses patience.

He's usually unaware that you're drawing him. It's nothing new that you're staring at him.

He doesn't ask what you're drawing, he has to look after his image, but when he thinks you're not looking, he takes a quick peek. Tease him and he will be offended.

Whenever you sketched Hajun, you always used as many thick lines as possible, to better reflect his demonic nature. This time wasn’t different. You sat down near his training ground - that is, simply any place that could have been damaged - and sketched him from the distance. You weren’t usually this obvious, but Hajun was too focused on himself to notice anyway… — Why do you keep peeking? — he asked right after you looked again. You looked at him over your sketchbook. — I’m sketching you — you explained simply, almost indifferently. Hajun stared at you with a dull expression, making you almost lose your cool. — Show me — he demanded, stepping closer to you. You did as he said. — It still needs some improvements, but generally I’m quite contented with… — That’s me? — Hajun interrupted you. Now you were the one with the dull expression on your face. Hajun sounded so serious that you took another look at your unfinished work. You saw very well reproduced facial features, proper body proportions, decent shadows and a good capture of his arrogant expression, something you were most proud of. Apart from the lack of horns and blood, it was impossible to understand how he couldn't see the striking resemblance. — Ouch! — you giggled — It resembled you! — you shouted, almost angry. — I don’t have such face — was his reply. You clearly don’t have a mirror either… you though, but didn’t dare say it out loud. — And my arms should be bigger — he added, pointing a dirty finger at your sketch. — Well, you aren’t tightening them now, are you? — you said, slightly annoyed at this point. You both stared at each other for a moment, until a strange tension began to build around you. You quickly glanced at your sketch and then at Hajun again. — Maybe… they’re not big enough — you admitted slowly — But I can fix it, if only you provide a right source. Hajun remained calm, almost too calm after your obvious provocation. — You may not know how to draw me properly, but you definitely know how to talk to me, little harlot — his calm voice irritated the hell out of you, but hearing that nickname gave you chills. — Come, you'll have to take a closer look — he grabbed your arm and led you towards the field. The sketchbook fell from your hand and landed on the ground. — My sketchbook, wait! — You don’t need it — Hajun didn't let you break free from his grip.

Susanoo

He would show interest in your art. Not necessarily a lot of interest. He may give the impression that he is indifferent to art, but he can actually appreciate beautiful works of art.

You can’t expect Susanoo to talk about art tho. It’s just not his thing. He may ask you questions about details, different methods of painting or the inspiration behind each work, but he will not take an active part in the conversation. He just tries to show you he cares (not about art, but you).

If you prefer to prepare your paints yourself, asks him for a help. He may be a little grumpy about it, but he wouldn't say no to you.

Of all your works, Susanoo likes motion painting the most. There’s something special about them. This frozen moment, captured in time. The more creative you can get, the better.

If you paint him, remember to be sure to properly convey all his grandeur and capture his majesty in all its splendour. Take it seriously, after all he isn’t some small fry.

You were chilling on a couch, practising in your sketchbook. Susanoo was expected to meet the other gods about Ragnarok in an hour, so you were all by yourself. So the timing was perfect to complete one of the hidden projects. Nobody could interrupt you or look over your shoulder, or at least that's what you thought… — Oho, that’s how you like me, girl? — you heard Susanoo’s husky voice right behind you and jumped up with a loud scream. The pencil fell out of your hand. Susanoo laughed out loud at your reaction. — It’s just a sketch… — you muttered. At this point hiding sketchbook or pretending you didn’t draw his exposed… things was pointless. Susanoo sat down next to you, his arm rested on the back of the couch. — Let me see… — he tried to take sketchbook from you, but your grip tightened — Don’t be shy — said Susanoo, and so you gave up. Susanoo looked at your unfinished work and studied it for a moment. His impassive face gave you no hint of what was going through his mind. — You could sketch me in any position, but I can clearly see what was your priority here. You giggled, trying to ignore your warm cheeks. But what you couldn’t ignore was his hand appearing on your thigh. His other arm, which had been resting on the back of the couch, now happened to be wrapped around you as Susanoo pulled you closer to him. The sketchbook fell to the floor, but you didn't think much of it because you were too busy kissing his hungry lips. Whenever Susanoo kissed you, he always gave his all. His tongue explored your mouth, his firm grip on your back, he liked to feel your body pressed against his, your warmth and the trembling he made you feel. It always put him in the right mood. While he played with your mouth, you caressed his crotch. It wasn't long before you felt a growing bulge under your fingers. Susanoo’s hand untied your obi and slowly slipped between the flaps of your yukata. The feel of his warm fingers on your breasts sent shivers down your spine. Before lust could completely consume you, you mumbled: — Aren’t you supposed to have a meeting with other gods soon? Susanoo opened his eyes between kisses, you knew you had angered him. — I don’t understand why you dragged them into this — he replied dryly and pulled you even closer so that you were sitting on his lap. — You will be late! — Yes — he kissed your chin, then moved to your bare neck — And I don’t see a problem with it. — You and your stubbornness — you whispered, feeling yourself slowly fall under his spell as his tongue licked your skin. Just as Susanoo thought as he squeezed your buttocks hard. Maybe a little too hard. You moaned, but the slight pain jolted your senses awake. You stopped a kiss, pushing Susanoo away. He watched in surprise as you covered your breasts and reached for your sketchbook. — You’re late — you announced, sitting up straight next to him — And I have to finish my sketch — you pointed at your sketch of him. — No, no, girl — Susanoo said in a voice that brooked no objections — You have to finish me. The real one, over here — he took your sketchbook and threw it away. You huffed at his demanding tone, but didn’t oppose when Susanoo pulled you to him once again.

Hermes

Since the beginning, you two always talk about art. Hermes was known for his musical abilities basically throughout the universe. You two have a special place for art in hearts.

Hermes likes to talk to you about painting, but he is quite demanding. Art is subjective, but don’t you think he wouldn’t notice if you get sloppy painting some particular part you don’t like. Oh, yes, Oh, yes, he’s gonna point that out.

If you don’t paint for some time, he notices it and asks you about the reason behind it. He encourages you for keep trying, especially if you feel stuck and lack motivation.

I feel like if you try hard enough, you could convince him to draw with you. Hermes would expect some kind of tutorial from you, but after his first work it turns out that he has experience and was just playing along.

Hermes doesn’t have favourite type of painting, because he believes that everything can positively surprise him, but he really enjoy seeing first raw sketch of your work and then its final version, for comparisons.

Sketch it as much as you want, at any moment and how you see fit. Hermes doesn’t mind being watched, in fact he really likes feeling your eyes on him.

Your favourite place to relax was the garden at Olympus in the morning, when everyone was busy with their duties or hadn't even started their day yet. You sat on a bench surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and trees, and the silence disturbed only by chirping of birds and the occasional wind whistling. You turned yourself off. Perhaps you shouldn’t. Otherwise, you would have notice earlier that someone appeared next to you. — That looks good — said Hermes in his flawless butler uniform. — I-I-I was just-! It’s… — you hid your sketchbook behind your back, feeling how you cheeks got warm. — A very good sketch of naked me — Hermes finished the sentence for you with a playful smile. You gave in to that smile, and burst out laughing. — Okay, you got me — you tucked your hair behind your ear — I was just practising silhouettes, and then I thought about you and… — you shrugged, embarrassed. — Well I supposed it’s my fault. I've been very absent lately, haven't I? Hermes sat down next to you. — You… aren’t you busy now? — you asked, a bit surprised, because you didn't remember the last morning you spent together. — I’m, but who would I be if I couldn't manage dozen or so minutes for you, y/n? — he smiled again, but this time it was a rare kind of smile that Hermes almost never presented. A genuine smile that wasn't the result of politeness or manners. — May I see the rest of it? — he asked. Without thinking, you handed over sketchbook to Hermes. It’s foolish of you to assume that he only wanted to see your unfinished work. — D-don’t! — you said, but it was too late. Hermes started to leaf through every sketch you had ever drew, including the inappropriate ones. And there was a whole lot of him there. You’ve shown him some of them before, but not every single one. After all, you didn’t want him to know this side of you… too well. It wasn’t lady like. — Well… — Hermes’ voice sounded as polite as always — It seems I’ve neglected you very much. Your cheeks burned to the core and Hermes clearly enjoyed that sight. His red eyes sparkled with joy, and if you weren’t so embarrassed you might have hit him for it. — I think you did… — you found yourself saying. You bit your lower lip. — Eh, what can I say? It’s all your fault! You’re such a good model — you shrugged, trying not to smile too broadly — My hands just want to draw you! Hermes stared at you for a moment. If you didn’t know him, you’d probably assume he was thinking of some sort of riposte, but years of being together had taught you that the only thing that could match his practiced politeness was his sharp mind. To your surprise, Hermes took your hand and started massaging it gently, the fabric of his glove was warm and soft. He caressed your fingers, touched your wrist, even checked your pulse for a moment. There was something very relaxing and natural about his moves, because for a moment you forgot how busy he was and that he would have to return to his duties soon. — Have I mentioned that my favourite part of your body are hands? — he asked you after a long silence. You shook your head in denial, which encouraged him to expand his thoughts — It’s not just the matter of these graceful fingers. Nor is it a matter of what you can create with them. I feel I adore them so, because whenever I’m bored with duties, I find solace in fantasizing about how these hands will take care of me later. Your eyes met again and you could have sworn you saw something rare in his pupils, but it was quickly hidden behind Hermes' playful nature. He stood up. — Well, I should get back to my duties now — he adjusted the flaps of his jacket — Please, dear, keep these sketches to yourself, because they’re very accurate — he winked.

[lavendertales]

HI!! I have a silly request. Do you think you could do a Joel Miller X Femreader inspired by the song Baby Came home by the Neighbourhood? Like Joel is kinda the mistress 🫣 and it’s very tension filled

Hiii love, thank you for sending this in! I put a bit of a different spin on it but I hope you like it nonetheless ❤️

Baby Came Home || Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: you and Joel revolve around each other all the time, and when you finally make a move, Joel panics and opens up to you.

word count: 1k

You thought this would be a good idea. It seemed like it, looking back on it.

But seeing the mortified look on Joel’s face now, you started to reconsider your own choices.

For weeks, all you and Joel did is practically dance around each other, shy yet feisty glares being exchanged and light brushes of the hands against each other that caused goosebumps all over the skin and sent electric shivers down the spine. One evening he even invited you to his house to unwind, and you simply sipped on whiskey and laughed, getting to know each other. As your bodies warmed and loosened up, you found yourself dangerously close to Joel, his warm breath tickling your senses alive. You could barely breathe, and it seemed like Joel was struggling too.

In that moment, all you wanted was to know was what his lips tasted like.

You ended up not knowing, since Ellie interrupted the moment.

But now, several weeks later, you do. And you lowkey hate yourself for it.

“Joel, you haven’t said anything in a while and I’m starting to lose my mind a bit,” you cooed, your body still frozen in the same spot.

It’s only then that you see Joel’s eyes soften, almost as if he was staring at you with regret.

You gulped. You didn’t like this one bit.

“You should—stay away,” he nearly groaned.

“What—what are you talking about?”

“We shouldn’t have…”

“Joel, what—I don’t understand.”

He sucked a big breath in, feeling his heart practically tremble inside his chest. He wished he could explain himself properly, but words always failed him, especially now. The kiss he just shared with you, the way it made him feel… it terrified him. It made him reminisce of his time with Tess and how she was the only one who made him feel okay, even if temporary. When she died, Joel swore he wouldn’t get involved with anyone else. He couldn’t handle the heartache of the loss, all that pain for nothing.

Meeting you here in Jacksonville though, it changed him. It made him feel empty and full at the same time; it made him reconsider his life and look at it from every possible angle, and only tonight, when his hand was in yours, that he realized how empty he had been feeling for months.

“I’m afraid,” Joel breathed.

“What are you afraid of?”

“The pain. The loss. People die. Or worse. And I can’t… I’m not emotionally equipped to handle it, not anymore.”

“Joel…”

You reached for his hand again but he pulled away, still feeling the aftermath of the kiss and how it lingered on his lips.

And how he wanted more.

“Is this about you and Tess?” you dared ask.

Joel looked away, his nod so brief and small you could’ve easily missed it had you not been staring right at him the whole time.

“If she’d be here, she’d probably be able to tell too,” he said.

“Tell what?”

“That I’m yours.”

“But I don’t understand… you said I should stay away. I thought… I really thought that maybe…”

Joel didn’t need to hear the end of that sentence. He knew exactly what you thought because he thought the same. Any blind moron would see that the two of you have been revolving around each other using literally any excuse possible.

You kissing him meant you were far braver than him.

“Because I can’t—I don’t know what I’d do if anything were to happen. I can’t keep you safe all the time and what if when I look away… you’re another Tess to add to my memories?”

Something about that statement made your heart break and nearly opened the waterworks. But you soldiered through.

“Joel, you can’t keep everyone safe all the time,” you told him with a half-smile. “Not even yourself.”

“I don’t care about myself.”

“That’s too bad, because I care about you.”

Joel’s face suddenly softened, much like his gaze which fell upon you like it was the first time he ever heard you. There was something intrinsically beautiful about hearing your declaration out in the open, when all you did for the past weeks, even months, was to smile and stare fleetingly.

It made him feel more like a coward for not admitting it himself earlier.

But it also made him realize he should be stronger.

“I didn’t use to care,” he confessed. “The only person I cared about was Tess. Even with her, I—I was never fully honest. I knew how she felt about me and I never… I didn’t tell her. I didn’t say anything.”

“I’m sure she knew.”

“She should’ve heard it though. It’s nice to… hear things sometimes.”

Your cheeks burned.

“And then I started to care about Ellie and I thought, ‘this is it’. I ain’t gonna give a shit about anyone else but this girl. And my brother. And now you…”

He inched closer, causing your cheeks to burn even more as he drew a deep breath in and stared you down.

“You make me dizzy,” Joel breathed. “You make me lose focus, you make me… want things.”

“What uh—what kind of things?”

“Things I haven’t wanted in a very long time.”

You gulped, painfully aware that Joel might’ve heard the thirsty sound in your throat. If he did, he was polite enough not to mention it.

“I want things too,” you told him.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“You know, I’m much better at showing than telling.”

Before you could see it, you felt Joel’s smirk close to your lips. You felt his lips stretch into a playful smile, one that guaranteed you he preferred to be showed—and to show—rather than explain with tedious words.

[elialys]

Anna Torv Fan Book

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Signatures with your name and country are optional but highly encouraged! We want Anna to know she’s got fans all over the world.

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Write a simple note that says “Thank you, Anna!” or variations of it, such as “Thank you for Olivia” or “Thank you for Wendy”.

Handwritten notes on little pieces of paper are highly encouraged for this. Get creative if you don’t want it to simply be on a piece of paper!

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[pinkthrone445]

Masterlist

(open 'keep reading' for the links )

Brienne of Tarth/Larissa Weems

Melissa Schemmenti

Tess Servopoulos

Request are open through Asks or Dm.

❤️I know we don't know each other well, but feel free to talk to me if you're going through a tough time, or if you just want to talk to distract yourself ❤️

Thanks for the reblogs and coments!

Brienne of tarth/Larissa Weems

Shadows of the night (Brienne)

You can't change who you are (Brienne)

Part 1 Part 2

The promise we couldn't keep (Brienne)

Fire will rain tonight

I need a favor

Part 1 Part 2

Melissa Schemmenti

Too old for this s**t

A Blessing from God

A night to remember?

Part 1 Part 2

I'd do it all over again if you're with me

Prequel

The most wonderful time of the year? Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Tess Servopoulos

I can't take it anymore

[lu-vin-it]

Drabble for ellie/reader where they’ve all (ellie, reader and Joel) just arrived in Jackson and reader is super nervous around so many people and Ellie (& Joel?) comfort reader? Pleeeeease xxxx ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sticking Together

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Pairings: Ellie Williams x Miller!Reader (platonic or romantic), Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: 501

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you @stqrluvr for proofreading, ilysm!

You fidgeted with your jacket as you sat in the dining hall. You, your Dad, Joel, and your best friend Ellie had just come back to Jackson to stay and you already wanted to leave. You liked your solitude, you found it more comforting when it was just the three of you.

You used to live in the QZ with your Dad. You liked it, the only people you had to communicate with were your Dad and Tess. Then Tommy stopped replying and everything went to shit. The only positive gain was Ellie.

You and her got along almost immediately, you found her to be hilarious and great at comebacks. Not to mention the fact that she was probably the prettiest girl ever. You quickly found yourself crushing on her.

Jackson was completely different from the QZ. In Jackson, everyone wanted to get to know each other, they worked together. In the QZ you work hard to avoid everyone else. It was going to take some major getting used to.

“Y/N?” You glance at Ellie as you're pulled from your thoughts. She’s looking at you concerned.

“Hm?”

“I was trying to get your attention but you were kinda out of it there… you good?”

“Uh.. yeah. Mhm.” You say, glancing at the plate in front of you. You hadn’t touched the contents. “‘M just not hungry.” Ellie furrows her brows at you, seeing straight through your lie.

“I didn’t say anything about your food.” You sigh, defeated.

“Sorry. What’d you say?” You anxiously glance around at the full dining hall. You snap your eyes back onto your full plate after making accidental eye contact with Maria.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah, ‘course.”

“Okay…”

That night, you sat beside the window in the living room. You toyed with the knife in your pocket.

“Y/N?” You look up to see Ellie rubbing her eyes and walking towards you. She sits down beside you and looks at you with concern. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Um. Why aren’t you?”

“I asked first, smartass.”

“I just.. I can’t sleep.” You whisper.

“Why?” You shrug.

“There’s so many people here.. I just.. I dunno.. don’t feel safe.”

“Nobody here is gonna hurt you, Y/N.” You and Ellie both look up, your Dad is standing in the living room with his arms crossed. You nod and turn back to the window. “Why don’t you go sleep in my bed? I’ll look out the window.” You shook your head softly.

“I’m fine.”

“Kid, you gotta sleep.” You open your mouth to protest but you’re cut off by Ellie.

“You can come sleep in my bed with me, and Joel will stay down here to make sure no one gets in. You know no one can get you if we’re sticking together!” You knew they wouldn’t let this go.

“Fine.” Ellie smiles and jumps up, offering a hand to you. You reluctantly grab it and pull yourself up.

“Goodnight girls.”

“Night Joel!”

“Goodnight, Dad.”

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HEY BESTIE I LOVE THE PROMPTS #s 21 86 94 114 128 146 😭❤️ THEY WOULD BE SO CUTE TO READ

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HI BESTIE!!

You had sent in one of these before I asked you to resend them lol but HEY turns out that was the perfect set up to post this one shot, too :D

This is featuring Joel and a smuggling partner who's been working with him and Tess for a while. She's new for this fic but I really like her so she may be making another appearance. I hope you love it!

Thanks so much for writing in and reading! Love you!!

Pretty Girl

Your smuggling partner, Joel Miller, is being uncommonly social during a trip to the Speakeasy.

Based on Prompt 128: "You're pretty" "You're drunk"

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Just smut. Smutty smutty smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 2.7k

“This is going to be a stupid fucking run,” you took a sip of shitty whiskey - which was the only whiskey to be found in the QZ so you dealt with it. Better than nothing, at least. 

“It’s not that stupid,” Tess replied. 

“We’re talking a total of, what, eight days on the road?” You asked. “Unless one of you assholes has a car I don’t know about…” 

“No car,” Tess said. “But I’ve heard from other folks who have passed through there in the last few months and it’s eight days of damn near empty country with a literal farm of pot on the other side. We’re talking about pounds and pounds of the stuff, we’ll be set for a fucking year off this one run…” 

You took another drink, looking out at the other patrons of the bar. Downtrodden and looking for solace at the bottom of a glass. Not all that different than the dive bars you frequented before the world ended eight years earlier but there had been a charm to them then. You and your girlfriends chose those places to add some kind of danger to your debauchery. The concept of going out for cocktails or a beer after work now was almost laughable it was so foreign. 

You’d had that kind of life once, though. One where you wore sheath dresses and spiked heels to your office and got paid more money than you needed to write bullshit ads for bullshit companies like Walmart. A trip to a dive bar was a fun way to step outside of your protected little bubble, a way to hook up with a guy with callused hands who might be a little rougher than the guys in your office whose muscle came from machines at the gym. 

You couldn’t believe you used to stress about that shit now. It was all so stupid, the pointless deadlines and the KPIs and the concern about what your boss would think if you showed up with a rough blue collar guy to a company cocktail hour. 

Now, you were only worried about surviving to the next day. And this run would either make that very easy or very hard, there was no in between. 

“What do you think, Miller?” You looked at Joel, the most sullen of your little trio. “Think it’s worth the risk?” 

He sighed, looking between you and Tess. 

“I think if Tess’ intel is good then we’re fuckin’ stupid to not take advantage of it,” he said. “But we can’t be fuckin’ dumb about goin’. We have to make sure we’re well supplied because I’m not getting caught with my pants down in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere just to run some pot into the QZ.” 

You ground your teeth for a moment before sighing. 

“Fine. If you’re both in then I’m in. But I swear to God if this fucking scheme gets me killed I will haunt both of you until the day you die.” 

Tess laughed a little and downed the rest of her whiskey. 

“On that note,” she said, getting up from your table. “I’m getting out of here. We’ll look at getting the fuck out of here in about a week, make sure you’re set on ammo and rations by then, yeah?” 

“Sure,” you nodded once and watched her go and turned back to Joel. “Ever wonder what the fuck would happen to Tess if she wasn’t in charge of something for a whole five minutes?” 

Joel snorted. 

“Doubt that’d ever happen,” he took a sip of his beer, polishing it off. 

“You heading out, too?” You asked. 

He looked at you for a moment, almost like he was assessing you. 

“Thinkin’ about stayin’,” he replied eventually. “Want somethin’ else from the bar?” 

“I’ll take a beer if you’re offering,” you shrugged, not used to Joel doing anything social beyond the bare minimum. You’d been doing smuggling runs with him for two years now and you were pretty sure you could count on one hand the number of conversations he’d initiated on your trips outside the QZ together. 

You certainly didn’t DISLIKE the man. You liked him probably a little too much if you were being completely honest about it. You liked that he was broad and strong and that he was the kind of guy you’d pick up on one of those nights out in a dive bar with your girlfriends. But you liked more than that, too. You liked the fact that he stopped at a pharmacy on the way back from a run once and grabbed a handful of bottles of children’s Tylenol. You’d frowned as he stashed them in his pack. 

“Neighbor’s daughter keeps gettin’ ear infections,” he said. “Poor thing sounds miserable.” 

He never mentioned it again. 

Joel brought two beers back to the table and put one in front of you before taking his seat again, looking out at the handful of people dancing to the music from the jukebox. 

“So Joel,” you said, twisting the glass in your fingers. “If you had to pick one thing - not a person because we all have a person - that you miss most about before, what would you pick?” 

“Hm,” he frowned, taking a drink. “Never thought about it.” 

“Well I’m asking you to think about it,” you smiled a little as you took a sip of beer. “That’s kind of the point.” 

One corner of his mouth pulled up slightly at that and he shook his head a bit. 

“Probably goin’ to listen to music or playin’ music,” he said eventually. “Somethin’ about live music… anyway. Probably miss that most. Or maybe museums.” 

“Museums.” You raised your eyebrows. 

He nodded. 

“Went to a lot of museums,” he said. 

He got a bit of a wistful look in his eye for a moment before he took another drink. 

“Didn’t strike me as the type,” you said.

He shrugged. 

“How about you?” He asked. 

“Restaurants,” you said immediately. “Hands down. I’d gained like 10 pounds on a trip not long before the outbreak so for the two weeks before I was dieting like crazy and I’ve never regretted a damn thing more. I was eating the most bland, boring shit like a dumbass. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t give now for a New York slice. Or a bagel. Fuck, I think I’d rather have one more true NYC bagel than ever have great sex again.” 

“Sounds like you’ve just never had great sex,” Joel smirked a bit. 

“No,” you shook your head. “You’ve just never had a great bagel.”

The two of you ended up having a few more drinks together and you actually heard Joel laugh - not something you knew he was actually capable of even after a few years of knowing the guy. 

“C’mon,” he said, downing the last of another beer. “Should get out of here before it’s curfew…” 

“Joel Miller, consummate rule follower,” you teased but knocked back the rest of your drink as well, leaving the speakeasy together. 

“Have a question for you,” he asked, his hands in his pockets. 

“Ask away.” 

“Where’d you learn to shoot the way you do?” He looked over at you. “You never seemed like the type. Still don’t, if I’m bein’ honest ‘bout it.” 

“My dad started taking me hunting when I was a kid,” you smiled a little at the memory. “Always liked the challenge but what I really liked was that he liked doing it with me. Never could get his attention any other way, really. Don’t think he ever wanted a daughter but he got stuck with me. So he took me hunting and I loved it. And then he started teaching me more and more and eventually I was just a damn good shot.” 

He nodded slowly. 

“Well, I owe ‘im,” he said. “You being a fuckin’ deadeye saved my ass more than once.” 

“You know you don’t have to wait until you’re drunk to talk to me,” you said, glancing over to him. “You can ask me shit like this when it comes to mind.” 

“Not drunk,” he said. 

“Sure you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, coming to the road where you usually went your separate ways to go to your respective apartments. But when you turned to say goodbye, he’d turned toward your apartment instead, already walking that way. 

“OK so you’re really drunk,” you said, catching up with him quickly. “Your apartment is the other way, Joel.” 

“Not drunk,” he said. “Just makin’ sure you get home OK. Not usually out this late. Not with me, anyway.” 

You looked at him, incredulous, but didn’t argue. You walked in silence for a few minutes and you felt his eyes on you periodically and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Is everything OK?” You asked eventually. “Didn’t… I dunno, get bit in the QZ somehow, right?” 

“I’m fine,” he frowned. “Why?” 

“Because you’re being weirdly talkative and walking me home,” you said. “And you keep looking at me. And I’d like to make sure you’re not about to drop dead or turn or something.” 

“I’m fine,” he shrugged. 

“OK…” 

“It’s just…” he paused. “You’re… pretty.” 

You snorted. 

“You’re drunk.” 

“I ain’t drunk,” he said. 

“And I ain’t been pretty since 2003,” you shook your head and smiled a bit. “That ship sailed with the Lancome counter at the mall and access to regular blowouts.” 

“Well that’s a load of shit,” he said. “You’re pretty. You just are, don’t need fuckin’ makeup or that other shit to see that.” 

You stopped walking and stared at him for a moment. He stopped walking, standing under a street light, and turned to look at you. 

“What.” 

“I swear to God, Joel, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were hitting on me.” 

He shrugged. 

“Maybe I am.” 

You scoffed. 

“I’m being serious!” You said. “Don’t make fun of me…” 

“I’m bein’ serious, too,” he said. “Not makin’ fun.” 

You stepped closer to him, so your bodies were aligned and almost touching, your arms crossed over yourself. 

“What were you planning to do about it?” You asked. 

He took your chin gently in one of his large hands and tilted your head back before kissing you. HIs lips were plush, unexpectedly soft in contrast to the pleasant scratch of his mustache on your skin. He kissed you until you were breathless, your hands flexing into fists as you tried to work some of the growing tension from your limbs. He pulled back a little, his nose brushing your own. 

“Somethin’ like that,” he said quietly. “More, if you’ll let me.” 

You we ripping his clothes off before the door to your apartment had fully closed, his shirt winding up somewhere on the floor of your living room alongside your bra. 

When you were both naked, you pushed him down on your bed, your pussy already dripping and aching for him. You moved to straddle him and he brought a hand down over your sensitive mound, dipping his fingers into your slit and gathering your wetness before sliding up to tease your clit. 

“Goddamn you’re wet,” he groaned. “You walk around like this all the fuckin’ time, just ready for it?” 

“No,” you panted. “Took you practically sticking your tongue down my throat outside…” 

“Oh is that all,” he worked your clit harder, making you moan. 

“Maybe you’re pretty, too, Miller,” you closed your eyes, trying to focus, your body already starting to tighten, your sex all but begging to have something to grip and throb around as aching heat started to swirl through you. 

“Know that’s bullshit,” he leaned forward and nipped your throat before kissing and sucking his way to your collarbone, taking his hand away from your slit and rubbing your arousal over his thick, hard length. You tilted your hips forward, brushing his weeping tip with your soaked seam. “Fucking hell Baby…” 

“Need you,” you dug your nails into his back and he moaned at it. “Need to feel…” 

“Fuck,” he groaned, holding onto the base of his cock and lining it up with your grasping, longing core. His head barely dipped into you, the burning stretch doing nothing to sate your desperate wanting. “Need inside you, need you to fuckin’ take it…” 

You thrust down on him, taking him into you in one firm, quick motion. It made you gasp, his size almost overwhelming. You whimpered as your body adjusted, your pussy feeling more stretched than it ever had before. 

“Jesus Christ,” his forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breaths coming in keening, desperate pants. “Holy fucking God you’re tight, fuck…” 

You started to ride him then, beginning slow but hard, lifting your hips up before slamming yourself back down on him, your channel gripping him tight every time he was thrust up into you. 

His hands went to your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of you, clinging to you as you worked his cock. 

“Take it like this?” You panted in his ear before sinking your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder. 

“Fuck, just like that,” his hands were more desperate on you now, like he was going to lose control. “Want you to make yourself cum on my fuckin’ cock, want to feel you cum all over my fuckin’ cock…” 

Your pussy tightened further around him and you pressed your chest tightly against against him, riding him hard and fast now, your clit pressing against the softness of his stomach with every firm thrust. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasped as you came, taking him all the way inside yourself and holding him there as you pulsed around him. 

It was like he’d been waiting for you to cum, waiting for you to be so lost in your own orgasm that you couldn’t do anything to stop him from taking what he wanted. 

His arms went around you and he picked you up for a moment before pressing you down into your bed, his cock buried in you to the root. He started fucking into you while your pussy still throbbed around him. Your hands flew to your bed, fingers tangling in the sheets as he spread your legs wide and looked down to where you were joined. 

“Fuck, look at you takin’ me so goddamn well,” he groaned, increasing his pace. Your pussy started to contract around him again, your clit both begging for attention but so oversensitive that you were worried him toying with it would make you cry. “Tight fuckin’ pussy so goddamn good…” 

He pressed a thumb into your clit and it was like a shockwave rolled through you, something almost like another orgasm coursing through you. But it offered no relief, just driving yourself to get tighter around Joel, your body trying to bring him deeper, hold onto him for longer. 

“Not gonna last long with pussy this goddamn good,” he said, leaning over you and kissing and biting down your jaw to your throat. You rocked your hips up against him in desperate, stuttering thrusts. “Where do you want me, Baby?” 

“On my clit,” you moaned. “Fuck, please…” 

“Jesus,” he groaned, fucking into you harder, his cock forcing you to stretch over him to just shy of the point of pain with every motion.  Your body was so taut again you were worried you were going to snap with it, with the aching drive of pleasure and want taking over you. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” 

He thrust in you twice more before pulling out of you and jerking himself just once over your dripping slit. He pressed his swollen cock head to your clit and gasped as he came, spilling himself over you, the warm pulsing of his spend triggering your orgasm. 

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you cum,” he panted, watching as the last of his cum dripped onto your throbbing clit. He ran his thumb up from your hole through your slit to your overwrought clit, rubbing his cum into you as he circled your clit, making you shudder and gasp as your orgasm eased. 

He took one last, long look at your naked body before collapsing beside you, still panting for breath. 

“So,” he said after a minute. “Still think you’d rather have a bagel?” 

You laughed once. 

“Bagels can go to hell,” you said. “As long as you promise to do that to me again.” 

“Any time you want, Pretty Girl,” he said. “Any time you want.” 

[sunxflowerxx]

Purpose

Summary: When the reader faces a life threatening injury, Joel’s true feelings towards them finally comes out

Warnings: Age gap, injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts (kind of) - If i have missed any please let me know in the comments

Thanks for reading ❤️

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You had joined Tess, Ellie and Joel on their journey to find the terrorist organisation the Fireflies to trade Ellie for supplies, not long ago. Really, you just wanted a reason to escape the QZ, hating the feeling of being imprisoned behind those tall bleak walls, you would take any chance of freedom you could get. You knew the world outside was terrifying and dangerous but that was the fun of it; you thrived off adrenaline. Joel thought you had a death wish, but you thought you were invincible and technically, you were. Just like Ellie, you were immune. It was a secret you knew you could not tell anyone, understanding the risk it imposed on your life. But you were fearless… nothing could hurt you right?

Joel and Ellie found out your secret after the clicker attack, not long after Tess revealed she had also been bitten. You knew Joel wished it was you who died, you could tell by the way he looked at you with pure rage and hatred behind those deep brown eyes. Tess’s death had been hard on you too, you were close in the QZ - she helped you with rations from time to time after your parents died and took you under her wing. Joel didn’t understand it but he didn’t try to stop her. It was Tess’s idea for you to come along with them, she knew you wanted to see the outside world after all you were only three years old when the outbreak happened - you had barley even lived before you lost your life. You thought this new found freedom would breathe the life you longed back into your lungs, and it did for a while, but after witnessing all the death that followed, death that you would never feel, began to slowly break you. You felt helpless and you hated it. All you wanted was a taste of what life used to be like, what you had missed out on, but you were too naive to know what it was really like out there.

You finally got a taste of what you missed out after arriving at Frank and Bill’s house. It was like time had stopped. You had only read about life like this in the old, damaged books your mother had smuggled into the QZ with her. It was beautiful. The house, the life they had. You were angry you had never had a chance to live like this, at who you don’t know, but you were angry.

“Shower’s free, I’d hurry up before you start stinking the place out.” Ellie directed at you and Joel, as you were packing up the truck with supplies. “Go on,” Joel nodded at you with a low grunt. You smiled, thanking him and scurried off to the upstairs bathroom.

The warm water trickled down your body, coating your dry, scarred skin in comforts - a feeling that was utterly foreign to you - showers at the QZ only lasted two minutes and were stone cold. You began to cry, from happiness - because you had finally experienced a part of normal life - and sadness - because you knew this would never happen again. A soft knock rattled on the bathroom door, pulling you out of your own head, “You okay in there? You need to hurry up, we want to leave soon.” Joel called through the door. You hadn’t realise how long you had been in there, “Sorry!” You cracked, failing to hide your saddened voice, “I’ll be out in a second.” You quickly turned off the shower and wrapped your soaked body in a crisp white towel.

“I’ve laid some clothes on the chair for you in the bedroom, there’s a box on the bed if they don’t fit.” He smiled as he pushed past you into the bathroom. “Thank you.” you pushed out, barley a whisper. Joel frowned at your sudden change in demeanour, you were never quiet and reserved like this, “Are you okay?” He asked stepping closer to you, placing a hand on your damp, scarred shoulder. You shook him off, “Don’t act like you care Joel.” Since Tess’s death he had steeped away from you, always looking at you like he was in pain. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care.” He stated with a touch of anger in his voice as you slammed the door to the bedroom behind you.

You finally breathed out, not realising you had been holding your breath that entire conversation. You hated it, the way he had been treating you since Tess’s death. You just wanted him to hold you - someone anyone. You don’t remember the last time you felt the comfort of a hug, and after the weight of Tess’s death weighing on your shoulders, it was all you needed. You quickly pushed the thoughts of self pity out your head - not the time, you’re in the apocalypse Y/N, get it together.

You quickly dried yourself off and changed into the clothes Joel had left out for you - a pair of black cargos, a grey vest, an old black Radiohead t shirt and some new, shiny black boots as well as clean underwear. You smiled softly at the Radiohead T-shirt, as memories of your father singing “No surprises” to you flooded your mind - god you missed him. Shaking your head, you stuffed an extra T-shirt into your backpack, pulled on your leather jacket, before making your way down stairs. “Nice T-shirt,” Ellie smiled. You smiled back. “Come on, time to go,” Joel called as he walked down the stairs, throwing you and Ellie some deodorant. “Well don’t you look nice.” Ellie smirked at Joel before handing me the green tube, “You need it more than me.” I let out a small laugh.

Joel and Ellie hopped into the van whilst you wandered to the electrified fence to open the gate. The sun was beating down which caused another smile to form on your lips, sun never felt like this in the QZ. For once, life felt normal. No infected, no raiders just the open road and the warmth of the sun. “You getting in?” Joel asked as he pulled up beside you. Your smile fell, as he pulled you back into reality “Sorry, just lost in thought for a moment there.’ You walked around the car to get in the passenger seat when a gunshot rang out in your ear - raiders. “Shit get in the car.” Joel shouted through the window to you. You aimed your gun at the raider in the tree line and pulled the trigger while Joel and Ellie screamed for you to get in the car. A loud gun shot rang through the air, followed by an ear piercing scream. Your scream. You slid down the side of the car and gripped your side. “Shit, shit, shit,shit.” You panted. More gunshots shattered the peaceful air and Joel was at your side pulling you up. He shoved you in the back of the van with Ellie and shot at the other two bandits, taking them down. He climbed into the van and quickly drove off.

Your vision began to blur as pain seared through your body. You could hear the low mumble of voices but could hardly make out what words they were stringing together. You felt a shaking hand grab yours as put pressure down on your pouring wound. You were certain you were going to die. You didn’t fight it, instead you closed your eyes and welcomed it like an old friend. You felt at peace - strangely. You were always afraid of death, or so you thought, after watching so many face a similar fate.

“FUCK!’ Ellie shouted trying to shake you awake. Joel hadn’t spoken a word, truthfully he was terrified of losing you, He had lost Tess and now he could lose you… He wasn’t going to let that happen. He pulled the van into a clearing. “Help me get her out.” He rushed as he stepped out onto the grass. He placed a blanket from a box of supplies on the floor as well as a first aid kit. “The bullets still in there.” Ellie stated. “I know that!” Joel practically roared. His hands were shaking as he tried to pull it out. “We’re losing time, her pulse is slowing. Fuck!” He couldn’t lose you, you and Ellie were all he had left. Ellie pushed him to one side and delved into your open wound, pulling out the bullet. Joel quickly got to work stitching you up and administrating antibiotics to prevent infection.

“What do we do now?” Ellie asked

“We wait.” He stated covering you over in his coat, while gripping your cold hand.

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You pried open your eyes to be met with tall trees and a dull sky - were you dead? You began to sit up when you felt a tsunami of pain slam through your body. Nope definitely not dead. “Hey, you’re awake.” Joel smiled, relieved. Ellie immediately hugged you accidentally catching your side. “Shit I’m sorry!” She apologised as you whimpered in pain. “It’s okay,” you smiled returning the hug. Ellie pulled away and smiled, “I’m so happy you’re alive. I thought you were a gonner back there. You really are invincible!”

“Back to bed Ellie, we have a long journey ahead of us.” Joel commanded. She let out a small groan but didn’t protest and she clambered into her sleeping bag.

It was dark out, how long had you been out for? Joel quickly wrapped his arms around you, unable to hold back anymore, “I thought I lost you.” He tightened his grip around you, “Don’t scare me like that,I can’t lose you.” You melted into his arms. Even though you had nearly died, you had finally got the hug you needed and began to sob. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” He wiped away your tears and held you close. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again, you hear me! Sometimes I worry you have a death wish.” He spoke firmly but he wasn’t harsh, but it just made you sob harder. Your body shook in pure emotional exhaustion which just hurt your side even more.

“Talk to me baby, talk to me.” Joel rubbed circles into your back, he had never seen you like this. You were always so tough, you weren’t afraid of anything, and under no circumstances did you cry, not even after your parents passed.

“I… I don’t know what I’m doing out here. I thought I would find freedom and purpose. I wanted to experience living but all I’ve found is a world full of hatred, pain and death and I can’t do anything to stop it. I know you wanted it to be me who died instead of Tess and I’m sorry by the death and danger I’ve brought along with me. I’ve risked yours and Ellie’s lives with my carelessness and I’m the reason Tess is dead, I understand why you hate me, I do and all I can do is apologise.”

“Oh baby, I don’t hate you, and I don’t blame you. We, me and Tess, knew what we were getting into coming out here. It’s a fight for survival out here and Tess understood the risks. It is not your fault at all baby girl. I’m just glad you’re alive. I need you, you give me purpose, something to continue living and fighting for.”

“You’re not angry at me?”

“Maybe a little… You risked your own life, you’re so fearless you think you’re indestructible. Just because the virus can’t kill you, doesn’t mean other things can’t. You’re human after all.”

“I’m not fearless, Joel. I’m terrified. Constantly. I have this ‘blessing’ as people call it - it’s more of a curse. All I can do is watch people die and it is killing me inside. When I was shot, I welcomed death, I didn’t fight it. I’m not careless and fearless, I just don’t care if I die anymore. I thought I would finally be at peace. I… I was so naive at life was like outside the QZ. I just wanted to see the outside world. I never got to experience life, normal life and that hurts so much. Seeing Bill and Frank’s house was heartbreaking, realising what I had missed out on… I have no purpose, no reason to live except for the fact I could be what saves humanity.”

Joel hugged you tighter, “You’re my purpose Y/N.” He was now crying too and he slowly placed a soft kiss on your lips, “I’ll give you the life you want, I promise, I don’t know how but I will, I promise. I’d give you anything you want baby. Just promise you won’t do that again. I can not lose you, you hear me?”

“Oh Joel…” You smiled through the tears and kissed him again, you had never heard such caring words before.

“Promise me… Promise me, you will fight for me and keep yourself safe!” He pulled away looking deep into your soul

“I promise Joel.”

[navybrat817]

Sweet and Strong

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You stop by the parlor to drop off some treats. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Fluff, flir-ting, slight insecurity if you squint, slight feels (it's me), Tess is a real one, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) Graphics talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Bucky edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from my Sin on Skin AU.❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby , so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You did your best not to let your mind wander during the work day, but Bucky hadn’t left your thoughts since he dropped you off at your place. A dopey smile formed on your face more times than you could count. The tattoo artist was your dream come true. Someone who looked like they could destroy everything in their path, but treated you with such care.

And he said yes to a date with you.

How does a man like him exist?

“Careful,” Tess said, nudging you to the side so she could take a cookie from the case. “Keep making that happy face and it’ll get stuck that way.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you smiled, making sure there were no customers looking as you typed a quick message to Bucky on your phone.

“Hope you have a good day, Hottie.”

After a moment, you cringed and put the device away. Though Bucky gave you his number after he dropped you off, you didn’t message him immediately. Waiting until today was better because enough time had passed, but was the text too casual? Not casual enough? Was it clingy to message him before you had your date?

Why am I overthinking this?

“If you’re smiling because of Bucky, it’s a very good thing. Especially after what he did to help you. I think he should get a permanent discount,” Tess said, making you raise an eyebrow when you didn’t detect a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“We talked about this,” you gently reminded her when she pouted, a look that told you she was still upset. “Please, stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

When Tess heard that Richard ambushed you after closing, she beat herself up for not being there. You assured her it wasn’t her fault that your ex showed up. She was thankful you were okay and that Bucky, and everyone else in the shop, stood up for you. She also added that if she saw Richard sniffing around the place that she’d kick him in the nuts.

Bucky assured you he wouldn’t come around and you believed him.

“I’m just sorry I didn’t see him get put in his place. Been a long time coming,” she said, a bit of mischief back in her eyes as she leaned against the counter to smile at you. “And I’m bummed I missed that kiss.”

“Why did I tell you about that?” you asked, your cheeks hot as you recalled the moment Bucky’s lip touched yours. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel him kissing you again. The memory made your heart swell.

As if on cue, your phone went off.

“Day’s better now that I’ve heard from you, Sugar. Can’t wait for our date. Planned something special.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you reread the message and hugged the device to your chest. You weren't sure how many women Bucky dated or how many special dates he planned before you. The thought of it being a high number didn't make your stomach sink as you expected. What mattered was that the two of you were taking a chance on each other.

And even though you technically asked him out, he took the time to plan something for you. When was the last time a guy did anything remotely nice for you without expecting something in return? Why had you settled in the past for less than what you deserved?

“You told me because we’re best friends,” Tess answered with a smirk when you looked her way. “Is that him?”

“Yeah, it’s him,” you smiled, showing her the message. “I wonder what he has planned.”

“Whatever it is, you better give all the dirty details when he dicks you down. And not to be graphic, but I bet he eats pussy like-"

“Tess!" you groaned, praying the nearby customers weren’t listening. But, god, if you hadn’t thought about what he’d be like in bed. He’d be so good to you. “Let’s try and be professional.”

“Professional, my ass. I’m not the one flirting with the hunk or making eyes at him every time he steps into the shop,” she pointed out.

Fair.

“And, look, I’m not saying you have to get laid on the first date, but I am saying you have to let him in your pants at some point,” she said, laughing as you tossed a towel at her face.

You laughed, too, and wondered just how the night would go. If you put out on the first date, would he think you were easy? If you waited too long, would he move on? You were overthinking again, but you couldn't help it. You really liked him.

He likes me, too, so I must be doing something right.

“What do you get out of it if I let him in my pants?” you asked curiously.

Tess placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I get to keep seeing you happy, which you have every right to be."

"Thanks," you smiled, a wave of fondness crashing over you. The two of you saw each other go through many ups and downs of life. She deserved the world and it meant a lot that she wanted that for you, too. "Is it too much if I run some treats over for him? Especially since I just texted him?"

Bringing a small selection of baked goods for Bucky and the guys would be a small way to thank them for defending you. Deep down, it was also an excuse to see him before your date. You hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"The guy has visited the shop for all of your shifts since he first came in. So, no, it isn't too much if you surprise him and send something his way. He might like it."

"I'll be quick," you promised, selecting some of the best treats from the case, including one with little hearts.

"Take your time. Jill and I can handle this," she smiled as if she sensed your giddiness. "Go treat your man."

"He isn't my man yet," you teased.

But I'm already his girl.

"Yeah, he is," Tess winked, giving you a gentle nudge. "Now go."

It didn't take you long to cross the street to the parlor and thankfully you didn't drop the box. You hoped you looked decent. Well, as much as you could during a work day. At least you had a cute apron on.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" Jake said as you walked through the door. "Sugar! It's you!"

You held back a laugh when his voice echoed. "Yeah, it's me," you smiled, holding up the box. "I wanted to drop these off Bucky and the rest of you, if that's okay?"

"You brought us food?!" he asked, leaning on his arms to look over the counter. "Hold on. Lemme grab him."

"You sure? If he's with a client…" you trailed off when Jake dashed away from the counter.

You took a moment to look around again, your gaze settling on an intricate flower tattoo. Seeing the place without the fear of your ex following you made it even brighter than before. Like your shop, it was expressive and inviting. Bucky likely put as much love into it as you did with yours.

"That was my first piece."

You tore your gaze away from the wall to find Bucky beside you, a dopey smile back on your face. There was only a small amount of space between you and your heart raced as you looked him over, the large man clad in his usual tight shirt and jeans. He had his hair pulled back and you resisted the urge to tuck a few strands back that came loose.

He would manage to look sexy as hell with latex gloves on.

"It's beautiful," you said honestly.

"Thanks. She's a good friend and still a client of mine. So is her husband," he smiled gently. "I'm glad you stopped by."

"Me, too," you smiled back, holding up the box in your hands. "I just wanted to say thanks again to you and the guys for sticking up for me. It isn't much, but I hope you all enjoy them."

"Oh." A slight frown formed on his face when you handed him the treats. "You know you don't have to give us these, right? We didn't do it expecting you to give us anything in return and I'm sure as hell not going to let anyone speak to you the way that prick did."

You furrowed your brows a bit, even as you nearly swooned at his protectiveness. Had you upset him? "I know I don't have to," you said, clearing your throat. Why did the thought of them defending you just for being good guys make you emotional? "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Was this a bad idea?

You let out a breath when he smiled again. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel obligated," he said, touching your arm. Even with the glove, the touch sent heat between your thighs. "It's a very sweet gesture, Sugar. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you said, satisfied that he wasn't unhappy with the small gift. "And I'll admit. I also stopped by because I wanted to see you before our date," you added.

"You did?" he smirked, bringing warmth to your cheeks as you nodded. "While we're admitting things to each other, I've been watching the door and hoping you'd stop in. I even dreamt about you when I took a nap."

"No, you didn't," you giggled, a sense of power and elatedness filling you that his pull to you was that strong.

"I swear. I don't think Steve will let me live that down" he chuckled. You wondered what exactly he dreamt about. Was it passionate? Intense? "Can't get you outta my mind. And, frankly, I don't want to."

Oh.

You didn't think he could make your heart beat any faster, but he continued to surprise you. There was no shame or timidness in his tone or his stare. It was steadfast and true, like he wasn't afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve with you. If he could be vulnerable and open with you this way, you could do the same in return.

Go big or go home, right?

"I can't stop thinking about you either," you told him, proud that your voice didn't waver.

"You can't?" he whispered and you suddenly didn't like the box between your bodies. It made him feel too far away.

"No, I can't," you whispered back, gazing into his blue eyes. "I waited to text you because I didn't want it to be too soon. And even though I don't know where you're taking me on our date, I already have the perfect sundress laid out and ready to go."

"You can text me as much as you want. I don't care what time of day," he assured you before his eyes lit up mischievously, like he knew something you didn't. "And a sundress is fucking perfect, but no asking for hints about our date"

"Not even a little one? Please?" you asked, giving him what you hoped was a cute pout. You didn't actually want him to tell you because you wanted him to surprise you, but you hoped you looked enticing.

Bucky slowly licked his lips and shook his head. If he was trying to look hot, he more than succeeded. If he wasn't, did he have any idea what that teasing motion of his tongue did to you? "I'm tempted to tell you and I'm very tempted to kiss you right now, but no. No hints. I need to stay strong."

I'm very tempted to kiss you, too.

"Fine, Hottie. I'll be good," you teased, pouting again. "For now."

Bucky moved the box beside him so he could step closer, his eyes darker than before. "You wanna be good for me?"

Yes, sir.

"Yes," you answered, leaving out the "sir" that echoed in your mind and shivering as he continued to stare. Before you could say anything more, you noticed that the shop had gone quiet. You leaned over to look past Bucky and giggled when you saw the crew staring, taking you out of the moment. Steve and Hal both had knowing smirks on their faces, but no way could they have heard your conversation. "Hope you enjoy the treats!"

"Oh, we will," Hal winked. "What about you, Bucky? You gonna enjoy your treat?"

"Get back to work!" Bucky called back before he smiled disappointedly. "Speaking of, I should, too. I think my client gave me enough of a break."

"Yeah, I need to get back," you said. You didn't want to leave Tess and Jill hanging. "I hope you have a good rest of the day."

"You, too," he said as you went to the door. "Be good for me until I see you again."

Fuck.

"Only if you're good for me," you smiled over your shoulder, catching his surprised smirk before the door shut.

You took a breath, allowing the breeze to cool you off. Maybe a cold shower would do a better job. You smiled as your phone went off, expecting a teasing text from Tess. It caught you off guard when "Mom" popped up.

Well, that can't be good if she's texting me. God, did she somehow hear about Richard? The last thing I need is a lecture.

Instead of opening the message, you tucked your phone away. You needed to get back to work and you had a date to look forward to. You wouldn't allow your mom to sour your mood because Tess was right.

You had the right to be happy.

No ruining this upcoming date, mom! Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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Here's a snippet of Wolf like me part 3 (yeah I said I'd never write another part 🫣)

The day Marlene asked him and Tess to bring Ellie to the Fireflies, he did as Tess decided, half convinced. Unwillingly. They left Boston. He didn’t think he would never come back. When they arrived at the Capitol, he thought they’d drop the kid and go back to Boston. He WANTED to go back to Boston.  And then just before Tess died, she asked him to take Ellie. To fix what they used to do in the past. To make things right.  To honor Tess he took the kid he didn't want to take care of. A kid who needed affection, and he had none to give. Especially not to her, she was just a damn cargo. She wasn’t family. She was nobody. Except a pain in the ass.   He thought of you. Were you his family? Did you feel abandoned when you found out that he left the QZ? He never wanted to, but you didn’t know that.  When he saw you that last day near his apartment, he didn't want Robert's men to come after you. So he gave you a nod, eyebrows furrowed. You too had sought his affection. Without knowing that he was just an empty, broken heart. Lost in a huge body. He was just an angry, tired man. How could he give attention or love to anyone? That notion died with Sarah. 

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Yours

TW: Public sex. Smut. Language. Spanking. 

SUMMARY: Your confession leads JJ to act.

WORD COUNT: 1400

REQUESTED:

Can you pls write JJ x Reader, JJ asks what do you want.. and you say “I want to be yours..”meaning his. It leads to him picking you up and making you fully his.. lots of smut because possessive JJ is the best!! He loves that you came to him asking him to be his.. since your always flirting but never coming across the line. Between being friends and more. Thank you so much, love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

Yours 

"JJ!" You called after him, watching him storm away from the section of the Boneyard less crowded, continuing still until you were completely alone. 

"Don't let me stop you, princess. Don't want to be the reason you give another random touron fucking blue balls, God knows you're good at it-" 

"Would you just talk to me?! Why are you so mad?" You pleaded, frustrated at how he seemed so possessive over someone who was just supposed to be a friend to him. But in truth, it had been a long time since the existence between you was solely platonic. If it ever was. 

"What's the point?" He suddenly spat as you called his name in repetition, his steps suddenly bringing you to face him as he was close enough to feel the heat from his breath. 

"You're just going to tell me I'm reading too much into it because you don't know what the hell you want." 

"Yes I do..." You explained in more of a whine as he crossed his arms. 

"This outta be good then. Tell me. What do you want princess? The attention of every guy from Kook to...crab? Because you've got it. Just like you always do. Like you always fucking have!" 

"You! I want you!" 

"No you dont." His response made you aggravated for a multitude of reasons. But nothing more than the fact you'd finally been able to say those words and he had rivaled you. 

"YES, I do!" 

"No, you don't. You feel bad for me. You pity me, you don't-" You silenced him, rushing across the brief distance between you and pressing your lips aggressively to his. 

"I want to be yours, JJ. It's all I've ever wanted, all I-" He dove back into you. Any semblance of reservation dissolving with each kiss until you felt him strengthen the eroticism with a tongue brushing your bottom lip. Once you parted your lips further, due to his tease, this acted as the final validation he needed as he raised his hand to your breast. 

"JJ-" 

"You want to be mine? Then that means I get to have all of you..." He explained, gripping the clasp of your bikini top in one hand until he could pull the fabric beneath the weight of your breasts. A greedy mouth warmed one as the other would find comfort in his warm but tight grasp. 

"It also means every one of those fucking moans from here on out belong to me, right?" 

"Yes-" 

"And every time you come. That will be because of me. Right?" 

"Please. Yes. Please." You spoke quickly as he bit onto your nipple, kneading it with his teeth as your fingers dug sharply into his muscles. 

"Oh my God!" You gasped as a hand now made its way into your jean shorts and panties, a smirk from him having broken your attempt to kiss him. 

"And you will only ever be this wet for me...Anyone else even tried and-" 

"Only you, JJ...please. Make me yours." 

"You have no idea what you're in for..." He growled as he watched your expression twist in response to his fingers tessing your sex. 

"Then show me." He lifted you around him, leading you to one of the decrepit trees lain forgotten on the beach, before you were set level with him. 

"Always teasing me with these goddamn suits...gonna kiss every inch and leave my mark on every part of you so you can wear whatever the fuck you want, but everyone knows only I get to touch you...." You nodded as he removed the bikini top completely, your exposed back clawed by his fingers, before he returned a hand between your legs. 

"JJ!" 

"You've yelled my name a lot...But something different about you doing it when you wanna come. So fucking desperate. Hot. Sexy..." 

"Yours." 

"Everything?" He teased as you nodded. A ringed finger finally granting you access to pleasure as you rode softly into him. But the presence of a second finger bent to join the first at the edge of your g-spot, had welcomed him with a feeling of arrogance to know how easily he could control you right now. 

"Those little whines? These perfect tits?" He asked, a second hand groping that soft skin, a kiss brought around those nipples once again, as you gasped in the heat of his kiss mixing with the heat he caused between your thighs. 

"This ass?" He asked, tearing you down from the trunk and facing you away from him. 

"Yes." 

"Then let me see what's mine, sweetheart. All of you. Just for me." You were shameless and bold, unabashed from his words, as you undressed for him. 

"Oh my God...But what will it do for ME? I already know you're stunning. I already know everyone else wants to fuck you. But what will your perfect curves and body do for ME?" He asked with a smirk as you felt him press you onto the tree. 

"Better do something fast or you'll freeze, princess." You turned quickly, fingers softly at his chest. 

"Whatever you want." 

"Show me how badly you want to be mine then. Show me what you're willing to do for it." You took his hint as he set his fingers beyond your cheek and into your hair, the same wrap remaining as you would then look up at him with doe eyes contradicting in sin and innocence. 

"You keep those eyes on me. I want to watch how much you want it." You nodded, removing his belt, resending the button of his shorts, and taking him beyond your puckered lips. His eyes rolled immediately as he pulled you along along him as he now used the tree as a means for stability. 

"Just like that..." He endorsed. 

"Fuck..." He became lost in the perfection of how you took him. Drool and tears mixed into a drip down your chin, breathless gasps and gags disregarded, all unified to offer him the pleasure in proving you truly wanted him. 

"You really do wanna be mine?" He asked, looking down to you, face almost in a wince or even angered, as he pulled you off of his cock, making you gasp, before he took hold of your jaw. 

"Then you're gonna let me come so deep inside you, you'll be dripping with me for days...weeks even." You nodded. 

"Please!" 

"Turn around. I wanna feel that ass against me." You obliged as he aligned himself onto your sex. 

"You're gonna be so fucking tight, I already felt it." He wrapped his hand at the back of your neck. 

"But you're gonna be loud for me, too. Let everyone know just how proud you are to be mine." Before you could speak even a word, he was inside of you, forcing you into the rough bark of the tree. But the mend from pleasure by his cock and fingers, you forgave him quickly. And in repetition as these battering pounds continued. 

"I thought we agreed you were proud to be mine?" 

"I am!" 

"Then why the fuck can't I hear it?" 

"Harder!" He slapped your ass, taking you against his shaft in hard bucks. Sporadic strikes to either cheek would echo between your pleas for 'more' as JJ was quick to oblige. But with each battering came the acceleration of his speed. 

"That's it isn't it baby? My cock's gonna make you come, isn't it? So close aren't you?" 

"F-uck-" You shuddered as he scoffed. 

"You're so fucking close, I can feel you clenching for me...But I need it all. Because I'm proud to be yours too, baby...And I'm gonna go back with you worn on me too." You nodded. 

"I'm gonna come, JJ-" 

"My girl's gonna come for me?" 

"Yes! For you, JJ!" 

"Then come, princess. All over this cock, all reserved for you-" Your eyes rolled as the pleasure surged through you. Buck after buck and pound after relentless pound continued through your high as your inner convulsions clenched him into his own. 

"Jesus fuck-" He managed before turning you to face him. 

"Mine, huh?" He asked, helping you redress as you nodded. 

"Yours…"

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