#yea honey and Darlin have some

[tightjeansjavi]

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh

Joel Miller x f!reader

NSFW 🔞

A/N: thank you @peterhollandkait for sending in a spicy ass prompt for these two 🥵 also thank you to @headspace-hotel for the original prompt! P.S. this piece can be read as a stand-alone, or filler chapter for ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’

Summary: after a close run in with some clickers while on patrol in Jackson, Joel is furious at you. The ride back to town is tense and once you arrive home, he wastes no time to strip you of your many layers. Growing increasingly frustrated, when he has to remove each one of your many concealed weapons before he can reach your skin.

~Word count: 5.0k~

Warnings: dark! joel, protective! joel, mean! joel,possessive! joel, you could have fuckin died! joel, swearing, tension, anger, mild violence, smut, consent, consent, consent, unprotected p in v (wrap it kids), sexual punishment, teasing, edging, cock warming, mentions of fingering, light choking, knife kink, praise kink, so many nicknames, angst, aftercare, some fluff, paraphernalia (puff puff pass) there’s a lot of filth. Like a LOT (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

“Angel of Small Death” by Hozier

“Tonight You Belong To Me” by Patience & Prudence

“Tear You Apart” by She Wants Revenge

“No Good” by KALEO

“Devil’s Advocate” by The Neighbourhood

“Talk” by Hozier

You, Joel, and Ellie have been in Jackson for the past few months. The three of you have become immersed in community life. Joel, has been reluctant upon getting comfortable in this new domestic life. He’s used to being on edge constantly. Ellie is content working in the stables alongside Dina, while you and Joel patrol on horseback outside of town.

He doesn’t want to give up his natural protective nature just yet. He finds comfort in constantly having his gun by his side, and you of course. At dawn, the two of your ride out to your usual lookout point. It’s the dead of winter and you’re both heavily wrapped in many layers. The cold still manages to bite through to your skin. The horses don’t seem to mind the chill, or whipping icy wind. Their thick winter coats keep them warm, and you find yourself feeling jealous of their natural protection from the elements, just for a moment.

You both dismount from your horses and tie their reins to a nearby tree. Before you can grab your rifle from your pack, Joel is reaching for it. His shoulder brushing against yours and he feels significantly warmer than you.

“We’ll stick here for a bit. It was quiet the last time. Clickers must’ve moved on.” He held your rifle out to you, stealing a quick kiss.

“Sure as hell hope they have. It’s fuckin’ brutal out here. Freezin my tits off.” You were caught off guard when he had kissed you and you couldn’t help but grab him by the collar of his thick jacket and pull him back in for one more.

He grasped your waist and pulled you flushed against his chest. “This is how we get killed, darlin.’” He gruffly spoke against your lips, pulling away before things could get too heated.

You let out a low huff when you could no longer feel his radiating warmth against you. “Yeah well, that isn’t gonna happen, remember? You got me, and I got you.” You slung the strap of your rifle over your shoulder then.

He watched you closely then while he adjusted the strap of his own rifle. “Yea honey, you got me, I got you.” He gestured to the side, signaling you to walk in front of him, like the true Texas gentleman that he was.

As the two of you crept through the thick snow, rifles at the ready, doing your best to be as quiet as possible. There was always the possibility that the clickers hadn’t moved on like you both assumed. Better to be safe than sorry.

The surrounding trees grew thicker the further you walked. Suddenly, Joel was at your side, rifle aimed when he could hear the eerie sound of nearby clickers. A chill skated down your spine, it wasn’t from the cold of winter this time.

click click click

Joel turned his head towards you, his eyes locking on yours, holding your gaze as he brought his finger up to his lips.

The distinguishable low clicks were getting closer, and closer. You and Joel were both holding your breath as 3 clickers emerged from the snowy tree-line. Your finger was already hovering over the trigger. A damn branch snapping from the overloading weight of snow on it is what gave you two away.

It happened so fast, the clickers charged. Your rifle got jammed as one of the clickers ran at you, screeching. You were tackled through the snow, tumbling down the hill leaving Joel no other option but to deal with the other two clickers.

It felt like the wind had been knocked from you when your body finally landed at the end of the hill. You had no time to recover as the clicker was thrown ontop of you, you used your rifle as a shield, but when it was knocked out of your grasp and thrown to the side, you definitely panicked for a moment. You let out a scream filled with rage as you fought. Finally getting a grasp of your knife, you drove the blade into the deep cavern of the clickers neck. It let out a screech as thick, hot blood spurted through the gaping wound, splattering against your face. You pushed the once living creature off of your body, listening to it thump into the snow.

You were breathing heavily, wiping at your face as you sat up. The snow surrounding you was stained dark maroon. A stark contrast against the pure white fluff. Before you could even stand, you heard Joel yelling your name as he raced down the hill. He nearly stumbled a few times in his fury but when he reached the bottom, he was grasping the lapels of your jacket, yanking you upwards. His eyes were wide, frantic.

“Joel—”

“What the fuck was that?! Why didn’t you shoot?!” He had cut you off then as he started furiously checking for any bite marks. Pawing at your coat, pants, grabbing your face in his hands as he turned your head anxiously. His eyes were scanning your neck frantically.

“Joel! I’m not fuckin’ bit! My gun locked, I swear!”

He was holding your coat tightly in his hands again, he was furious. His brows were furrowed and his back was tense. “Your gun fuckin’ locked?! You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

Before you were even allowed to speak, Joel was yanking you up from the snow and into his arms. Holding you tightly to his chest. “You fuckin check your gun next time. Alright? You fuckin check it! Do you hear me?! For fuck sakes honey. Fuck!” His tone was harsh against your ear. Laced with the fear of the possibility of losing you.

You wrapped your arms around his broad covered shoulders as he hugged you tightly. He was pissed, he was radiating in anger. You could feel it through his damn thick coat.

“Joel, I’m sorry! I’ll check my gun next time. Okay? I swear I will!”

He muttered something under his breath as he helped you stand to your feet. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked at you. Shaking his head.

“Grab your gun and then let’s go. I ain’t gonna ask twice. Grab it.”

When you hesitated he raised an eyebrow in your direction.

“Did ya hear me, darlin’? I said, move. NOW.”

You quickly reached for your rifle that was tossed into the snow by the clicker and slung it over your shoulder. As you walked past Joel, you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your skull.

Yeah, he was furious alright.

The walk back to the horses was a dead silent one. You were afraid to speak at all. He untied the reins of your horse from the tree and tossed them in your direction as you scrambled to catch them.

“Get on.” He grumbled. Grabbing the reins from his own horse before he placed the toe of his boot into the stirrup and hoisted himself back up into the saddle. You followed suit shortly after.

The tension between you two was palpable as you rode back into town. A knife couldn’t even cut through it this time. Someone was gonna have to take a fuckin chainsaw to it and even then, it wouldn’t have been enough.

Once you arrived at the stables, you dismounted from your horse. Quickly untacking and setting the saddle on the rack. Ellie had seen you two come in and then she saw the blood on your face, Joel’s pissed off expression and gruff nature. She knew something had happened.

“Are you..good? What the hell happened out there?”

You looked over at her, imagining how you must have looked in that moment. “I'm good, kiddo. Just ran into a few clickers.” You could hear Joel scoff alongside his horse.

“I thought they were—”

“Me too. It’s alright. I’m good, Ellie. Don’t worry, okay?” You gave her shoulder a light squeeze.

Ellie looked between you and Joel before she sighed. “Yeah, okay.” she mumbled.

Before you could comfort the girl further, you felt Joel’s firm grasp on your forearm as he pulled you out of the stables. He didn’t let you go as you headed back to your home. You struggled to keep up with his footsteps and you looked away when he gave you a warning look.

Once inside, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Hanging his rifle along the hook on the wall and yanked yours from your shoulder.

You watched as he un-jammed it with ease. Hanging it alongside his.

“Joel, I’m sorry I know I should have been careful and checked it before—”

“Save it. I don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it right now. You could have fuckin’ died out there. Fuckin’ stupid. That was completely preventable.”

His words and tone he delivered them in sliced through you like knives.

You could hear his heavy breathing from where you were standing. You saw his knuckles flex, before clenching into tight fists.

“Get over here.” He gruffly demanded.

Your feet were moving quicker than your brain could process it. You could feel your blood pounding in your ears as you stood before him.

He grabbed your face in his calloused palms, wiping fiercely at the dry blood on your face. His eyes searching yours. His pupils were dark in contrast to how gently he was handling you. You wondered for a moment how long that would last. His eyes flickering to your lips.

“You can kiss me.” You spoke through the stagnant cold air. He didn’t need your consent, you were fully ready to give it to him.

“I know I can.” He rasped out, his tone low, almost sounding like a growl.

He kissed you hard, backing you into a nearby wall with a harsh thud. He had completely encaged you against the wall as his lips kissed you feverishly. You could taste his hot breath on your tongue. His scent swirling around you, intoxicating your mind and body.

You went to move your arms up around his neck but he stopped you, grabbing your wrists in his clutch firmly, slamming them against the wall on either side of your head.

“No.” He muttered into your lips before he harshly bit down on your lower lip, drawing blood, tasting copper on his tongue as he released your plush lip from his teeth.

“Joel—”

“No. You’re gonna be a good girl. You got it? Don’t test me, Sugar. I ain’t in the mood.”

You meekly nodded and turned your head to the side slightly, taking your lower lip between your teeth as he attacked the bare skin of your neck with his lips and teeth, nipping, sucking, biting at the sensitive skin. You were definitely gonna need to borrow some makeup from Maria after this. That is, if Joel would allow you. He liked marking you up like this. Letting everyone know that you were his.

“The hell do you got in here, huh?” His words tore you away from your thoughts then as he was pawing at your coat. The sound of carbon steel clanking on the hardwood could be heard as Joel was finding your secret stash of weapons.

When you didn’t respond to his initial question, he asked again. Firmly this time.

“Where the hell did you find all these, huh?” He tore your jacket down your arms then, tossing it down to the floor with a thud.

“Around..” you spoke above a whisper as his hands roamed over your covered skin, on a mission to find more of your concealed weapons. He was in slight disbelief that you were this armed.

“Around, huh? That’s pretty fuckin’ vague, sweetheart.”

“Can never be too careful.”

He had reached behind you feeling through the thick layers that you were still wearing, and when he grasped the handle of a pistol, sticking out of your jeans, he chuckled.

“How the hell was it even comfortable to ride with that back there?” He pulled the pistol out then bringing it between you two before he tossed it down onto your coat.

“Maybe I’ve just gotten used to the pain. It’s not that bad.” You boldly spoke.

He raised a brow, grasping your hips firmly in his hands, he felt something hard sticking out between the fabric of your jeans.

“You’re jokin’. There’s more?” He reached between the gap of the tight fabric. Pulling out two sheathed knives on either side of your hips.

“Those were a bitch to fit in there. Just so you know.”

He tossed them down onto your coat.

“How many knives do you really need, honey?” He mused.

“Enough for you to keep finding them.” You spoke with zero hesitation.

He grabbed a handful of your ass then, giving it a good squeeze through the denim fabric. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sinfully. “Am I gonna find anythin’ back here darlin’?”

You immediately lurched forward, not expecting him to grab you like that but you definitely wanted more.

“No.” You squeaked out. “Nothin’ hiding back there, cowboy.”

He chuckled lowly. The deep, smooth sound snaked down your neck, wrapping you in a delicious embrace before it settled between your thighs. Damn, you were fucked.

“Mmm. Alright, I believe ya, honey.”

He released your ass from his firm grip before his hands moved to the hem of your 2nd layer of clothing. A thick wool sweater. He wasted no time yanking the fabric over your arms and head. Discarding it to the floor beside his worn boots.

“There’s still more. Believe it or not.”

He paused then and looked at you trying to figure out if you were bullshitting him or not. You weren’t and it was quite obvious you both were getting enjoyment out of this little game. “You gotta be shitting’ me. Ain’t no way there’s more.”

“Oh, there is. You just aren’t looking hard enough.”

He grumbled under his breath at your response. It was frustrating for him. He just wanted to get to your skin already. He was absolutely craving it. The next layer irritated him even more. Course you just had to be wearing a sweater with fucking buttons.

“Seriously? I hate these fuckin’ things. Who the hell needs all these buttons? What is the point?” He spoke while his fingers started to undo the top buttons but when they wouldn’t immediately budge he growled under his breath and ripped the rest off.

You had let out an annoyed sound of protest as the buttons fell to the floor, bouncing and rolling off in different directions.

“Really, Joel? Was that necessary?”

He wasn’t even paying attention to your words. He was completely zoned in on the knife strapped between your breasts. Secured with a makeshift fabric holster.

“Sorry, not sorry Sugar. It had to be done. Now this? This is absolutely fuckin sinful of you. You do this just for me?”

You couldn’t help but smirk then. The look of disbelief on his hardened face absolutely egged you on.

“Oh, that?” You innocently spoke. “I completely forgot that was there. Whoopsie.”

His hand was at the base of your throat then. His eyes narrowed. His grip was firm, yet still gentle in his own way, his thumb was just barely applying pressure to your windpipe.

“You. My dear, are a filthy fuckin’ liar.” He spat the last part out.

You didn’t even flinch.

“So what if I am? You love it.”

“Yeah? You’re right, I do. I love it.” He admitted.

You watched with hooded eyes as he yanked the knife free from its confines between your breasts. He examined it closely before he used the tip of the blade to expertly cut through the fabric.

“No wonder you said you were freezin’ your tits out there. Ain’t got nothin’ coverin’ ‘em. Bet your pretty little nipples were as hard as fuckin’ rocks, eh?”

He couldn’t help but lightly drag the tip of the blade against the swell of your breast. He was extremely careful to not accidentally cut you as he dragged it against your peeked bud. The cool sensation from the steel had you nearly mewling.

“Now, Sugar. I’m only gonna ask ya this one time. You better give me the right answer too. No lyin’. You hiding anything else? If you are, I’m gonna find every last one of ‘em. I can promise you that.”

You shook your head, taking your lip between your teeth once more. This game was addictive. “No. I swear. That’s it. There’s no more Joel. Can you please fuckin’ touch me already? This is torture.” You nearly begged him.

“No? Are you absolutely sure? Cause if I find any more..” He trailed off. Dragging the tip of the blade down your navel before he slowly dropped to his knees before you. He used his free hand to feel up and down your thighs. Squeezing here and there as he looked up at your face to see if you were lying to him or not.

“There’s nothing. I swear on my life.”

“That’s a pretty risky thing to swear upon, honey.”

Once he reached your calves, he wasted no time tugging the bottom of your jeans from where they were tucked into your boots. There he found 2 smaller daggers strapped around your thick socks. He pulled both of them out and tossed them on your coat before he moved to the other boot and found 2 more in the same position.

“Well, I think that answers my question. Don’tcha think? I’m impressed, honey. You lied though. Even when I gave you the chance to fess up.” He pressed a kiss to your covered knee as he slowly stood back up.

“Oh no, you caught me! How did those even get there? What are you—” your words were abruptly cut off when he had cupped you firmly through your jeans. He could only imagine how wet you already were just from his teasing alone.

“You’re skatin’ on some mighty thin ice, sweetheart. But ya know what? I’m feeling a tad generous.”He moved his thumb over the button of your jeans and popped it open before he dragged the zipper down slowly. “I’m gonna reward ya. Just this once, for the fact you somehow managed to store that many weapons under your clothes. You’re filthy. I just want you to know that.”

“I know I am. You bring it out of me.”

The hand that was still holding your knife moved upwards then. In one swift moment, he had embedded the blade into the thin wood on the wall, right next to your head before he was swiftly yanking your jeans down over your hips. The rough denim scraped at your thighs from the quick movement.

“I know I have, honey. I’ve taught you well. Done me so fuckin’ proud.” His fingers had dipped in between your panties, feeling how wet you were for him already as he teased your slick folds. Slowly dragging his fingers against your clit in a circular motion.

You couldn’t help but let a small moan slip out. You were absolutely aching for his touch.

“Joel, you gotta give me more than that. Please, baby.”

“You want me that bad, huh honey? You gonna beg for it? Gonna beg for me? C’mon pretty girl, let’s hear you say it.” He sped his fingers up slightly, applying a bit of pressure before he dipped them down, teasing your entrance before he slipped them in. Immediately curling them against the warm spongy texture of your walls. His other hand wrapped around your waist, his fingers splayed against your lower back as he pulled you in so you were firmly flushed against his chest. His lips barely brushed yours as he teased you with a half kiss. Pulling away at the slightest when you tried to properly kiss him.

“Please, goddammit. I’m not gonna last long you mother fucker. Give me your fuckin’ cock Joel or I swear to god—”

“Mmm. There she is. There’s my pretty girl. You want my cock? Huh baby? You want me to fuck you against this wall? You want me to be so fuckin’ deep inside of ya, you can feel me in your guts? I’ll give it to ya honey. You just say the word.”

You were nearly on the edge from how slow he was pumping his fingers inside of you. You could feel just how much you were clenching around him and it was clear he wanted to drag this out.

“Yeah. Give me your absolute fuckin’ worst Miller. Fuck me against this goddamn wall.” You hissed out.

“Oh, alright, Sugar. If you insist.” He kissed you finally. His lips entirely capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. His fingers had slowly slipped out of you. They were coated in your arousal and he wasted no time popping the button off of his own jeans and dragged the zipper down. He didn’t even bother pushing his jeans down. He wanted you to feel the bite of his denim on your thighs. He pulled his cock free from the confines of his boxers hissing under his breath as he rubbed his thumb over his tip that was already leaking with pre-cum.

You kissed him back immediately. wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him in as physically close as possible. You threaded your fingers through his salt and pepper hair and gave it a firm tug.

He gave himself a couple good tugs as mumbled against your lips. “Hike your leg up over my thigh, sweetheart. I gotcha.”

You wasted no time to do just that as you brought your thigh around his hip. Driving the heel of your boot firmly into the back pocket of his jeans. While he used his freehand to grab a hold of your thigh. Digging the pads of his fingers into your skin as he held you up with ease. Your other leg stayed firmly planted on the ground for support.

He dragged his tip along your folds for a moment as he continued to kiss you deeply. Your teeth were clashing together from how hard you were kissing when he had finally slipped inside of your warmth. He stuttered out your name as he brought his other hand against the wall. Grasping the hilt of the blade that was still embedded next to your head.

“Fuckin’ hell.” You both moaned out in sync. He started with a delicious slow roll of his hips into yours. You could feel the harsh denim of his jeans rubbing into your thighs as he rolled his hips. It was a delicious combination.

“Takin’ me so well already honey. You want more?” He groaned out.

You responded by biting down on his lower lip hard letting your nails scrape against his scalp as you hissed out. “Fuck me already.”

He gave one harsh thrust then, causing your head to knock back against the wall slightly. He did it again, and again before he found a good rhythm, jutting his hips into yours. Drinking in each one of your moans that slipped past your pretty lips as he pounded into you mercilessly.

You both heard the sound of fabric ripping. It was your jeans of course. The friction of his movement and tightness of your thigh wrapped around his waist was enough to split the already worn fibers. You could care fucking less.

“That’s it baby. Doin’ so well for me, honey. Gripping me so well with this pretty little pussy. Keep doin that, okay? Don’t fuckin stop.” He gritted out as he drove himself deeper inside of you. He was all the way at the hilt now and he was gripping the handle of the blade embedded in the wall so hard, his knuckles were turning stark white.

You were a mess beneath him, crying out his name as your lips fell from his, breaking the kiss. “F-fuck Joel! Keep going baby, I’m close please don’t stop, please!”

He let out a low grunt in response and buried his face against your neck, biting down on your already broken skin. He swore he could taste blood as he soothed the skin with his hot tongue. “Keep fuckin’ screamin’ my name, darlin’. Want the neighbors to fuckin’ hear that you’re mine.” He mumbled against your skin.

Your thighs were already quivering as you reached down between your connected bodies. rubbing your already sensitive clit between your fingers.

“That’s it, honey. Get yourself off on me. You’re so fuckin’ filthy. Gonna cum all over me? Gonna coat my cock? C’mon baby I wanna feel ya!”

His thrusts were beginning to get sloppy as he got closer to his own release. He had released the blade from his grip on the wall only to secure his hand around your throat. His lips had moved from the skin on your neck to nipping at your jaw and chin and finally kissing you once more.

“Cum for me, Joel. Fuckin’ fill me up, honey.”

His hips gave out as he moaned out your name like a fucking chant. Just as you came undone around him. You were both a hot, sticky mess by the time your orgasm passed. His forehead was slick with sweat as it rested against yours. His back muscles were quivering as he was absolutely spent.

Even as he went soft inside of you, feeling yours and his cum dripping down your thighs, he stayed buried inside of you. While your fingers played with his sweaty hair gently. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. You were absolutely high off sex.

“Hey, we should like..do this more often. I would absolutely love it if you rammed me up against a wall every now and then. Maybe bend me over a counter next time?”

He chuckled. Slowly and gently bringing your leg down from around his hip as he finally slipped out.

“Yeah? Sure honey, I’d love to bend ya over a counter. I’ve got a few ideas myself. Oh and, sorry about your jeans.” He gave you an apologetic, sweet kiss then.

“Oh, the jeans? Don’t worry about it Joel. They were on their last life anyway. I’d love to hear your ideas. Can only imagine what you come up with in that filthy head of yours.” You kissed him back sweetly and watched as he tucked himself back into his boxers and fixed his jeans.

“Oh, they’re filthy alright. You hang tight, kay sugar? Gonna get ya some fresh clothes and clean you up.” He left the entryway then headed upstairs, where he grabbed you a fresh pair of panties, one of his shirts and a towel. Returning to you in a matter of minutes. He yanked the blade from the wall before he got down on his knees and carefully cut what was left of the remaining fabric of your jeans, and tossed the shreds of fabric to the side before he unlaced your boots and set them down as well.

Aftercare, as you learned, was extremely important to Joel. Just as much as consent was equally important to him. You almost enjoyed this intimacy more than the actual sex. You watched as he gently wiped between your thighs. Cleaning you of your cum and his when he noticed the redness on your skin from where the fabric from his jeans was chafing against you.

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry about that doll. Ellie, or Maria probably have some lotion somewhere.”

“Joel, I’m good. It kinda stings but it’s not bad. I liked it. Enjoyed it, honestly.”

He slowly rose back to his feet then and helped you into the fresh pair of panties and his shirt before he scooped you into his arms bridal style and carried you into the living room, setting you down on the couch. “Alright pretty, you just get comfy, okay? Gonna start us a fire.”

You watched as your man was bent over the fireplace, adding logs expertly before he lit a match and tossed it in. He grabbed you a glass of water, food, which was abundant here, and a little something extra; Weed. Thank god for Ellie and Dina.

He plopped down on the couch beside you then, handing you the glass of water, stealing another kiss before he rid himself of his boots and jeans and the rest of his layers. He was just now in his boxers, bare chest and joint between his plush lips as he lit it.

Your mouth literally watered at the sight of him. You were mesmerized, infatuated.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He chuckled as he took a long drag, the tip of the joint turning bright red as he inhaled, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. He reached over, handing it off to you with his fingertips brushing yours.

You found your foot resting against his bare upper thigh as you took a long drag. “Where the hell did you get this, huh?” You blew the smoke out to the side before taking another hit.

“Dina and Ellie. Don’t tell ‘em though. I definitely did not steal from their stash.” He wrapped his hand around your calf gently, rubbing his thumb against your warm skin.

“You’re a bad man, Joel Miller.” You handed him the joint once more, a small grin gracing your features.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You love it though.” He mused.

“I do. There’s no denying that.”

He took another long drag, closing his eyes as he let the drug relax him. “Say, you think you can show me how the hell you managed to fit that many knives under your clothes? Cause..it really just fuckin’ kept goin. ‘You secretly Houdini or somethin?”

You laughed and took a long sip of your water. You were parched and he wasn’t helping.

“I’m sorry, honey. A lady can never reveal her deepest secrets.”

He squeezed your calf gently while he held the joint against his lips as he inhaled once more.

“Fair enough. I’ll figure it out on my own.”

“I’m sure you will, cowboy.”

Ellie had later found that one of her perfectly rolled joints was missing. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was either you, or Joel. Probably Joel though. Definitely Joel.

[jobean12-blog]

Game On

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 1,451

Summary: A game of Boggle, a haircut, and one sassy teenager makes for a regular day of surviving (or really almost living). 

Author’s Note: Here with some soft domestic Joel because I’m in love. I have another fun idea planned thanks to my sweet friend @justkinsey, it’s fun to pretend everything is just great...haha. But for real- happiness for them all please. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you darling! 🥰

Warnings: fun and flirty fluff, softness and sass

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @a7estrellas​ thank you bunches 🥰

Joel Miller Masterlist

Joel groans and continues staring at the grid, his brow furrowed in concentration and the pencil motionless in his hand.

You write down another word and take a quick glance at the timer, grinning when he eyes you disdainfully.

You write down one last word before the final grain of sand falls on the other end of the hourglass.  

“That doesn’t count,” Joel says definitively. “Time was up!”

“No it wasn’t! I got it just before!” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest.

Joel stares you down, his jaw set firmly and his eyes narrowed.

“Honey,” he croons. “Time was up.”

“Oh my god,” you say as you throw your hands up in exasperation. “You are such a sore loser.”

He looks at you expectantly but you don’t back down.

“It counts.”

“It does not. Time was up.”

“No. It wasn’t.”

“Darlin’”

“Joel.”

“Fine. Let’s hear ‘em,” he grumbles with a sigh.

You start reading off your list of words but you can feel his eyes on you. Slowly, you lift your gaze from the paper and meet his stare.

“What?” you ask.

He puts down his list and moves the small board off the couch before he shifts closer. Without a word he swipes the paper from between your fingers and grabs your pencil, dropping both to the floor.

“What are you doing?!” you say firmly. “I want to know who won!”

“You know who won,” he replies as he pushes you down onto the couch and covers your body with his.

“Yea…I WON! Because I always win!” you tease. “But I still like to keep count of all the times I kick your ass at Boggle.”

You can tell he wants to keep arguing but instead he dips his head and brushes his lips to yours.

“Joel,” you warn, but it comes out breathy and needy.

Your legs fall open and he settles comfortably between them as he places feather light kisses across your jaw, stopping just under your ear before he nibbles on the soft flesh.

With a gasp you drag your nails through his hair and arch into him, craning your neck back.

“You’re distracting me,” you manage to whisper.

“Hmm,” he hums with the press of his lips to your throat. “Maybe I am darlin’. I don’t hear you complainin’.”

You smile just before he kisses you, soft and slow and sweet. His hand slips under your shirt and his calloused fingertips ghost along your silky skin, just grazing the edge of your bra.

With a rock of your hips you pull a low moan from the back of his throat.

“Fuck darlin’,” he whispers against your mouth.

The front door swings open with a slam and you both go still.

You hear Ellie’s mumbled ‘shit’ before she exclaims with true teenage enthusiasm, “WERE YOU TWO JUST ABOUT TO DO IT?”

Joel drops his head to the crook of your neck with a pained groan and you try to hide your muffled laughter.

“Ellie,” he grumbles before he pushes up and off you. “Did you need somethin’?”

“Shit you guys are like horny teenagers!” she says with sigh. “Can’t leave you two alone for a second…supposed to be playing fucking Boggle…” she rants on.

Joel clears his throat and she finally stops, glaring at him.

“And yes I did need something!” she states snootily. “Did you think I just came in here hoping to catch an eyeful?”

You can’t contain yourself any longer and you let out a cackle, sitting up and adjusting your shirt. When you look at Joel he’s clearly disgruntled but the side of his mouth is turned up into a boyish smirk.

“Your hair is a mess,” Ellie points out as she stares at Joel and tries not to smile. “You need a haircut.”

“Is that what you came here to tell me?” he says gruffly.

“No,” she states pointedly. “I can’t find my walk man.”

Joel obviously has no idea where it is but thankfully you do.

“You left it on the kitchen counter,” you tell Ellie with a wink.

She slips past the couch and walks into the kitchen, snatching it up and then rushing back for the door.

“Sorry,” she says cheekily, obviously not sorry at all. “Carry on.”

Joel watches her leave before he falls down onto the couch next to you, draping his arm over your stomach.

“Damn kid,” he mutters, his smile undeniable, before he drops his head and peppers your cheek with kisses.

You push on his chest with a giggle and study him when he meets your eyes.

“You really do need a haircut,” you tell him as you run your fingers through his graying locks, making them stick up this way and that.

“Is this really what you want to talk about right now?” he asks.

“Can I cut if for you?”

His eyes sparkle despite the way he grinds his teeth in silence and he finally gives you a small nod.

“Promise?” you ask.

“Later…” he murmurs.

You open your mouth to get more reassurance than his short answer but the words are silenced as he presses his mouth down on yours and without missing a beat, wraps you in his arms and pins you under him again.

“Make sure you keep still,” you say as you stand behind Joel with the spray bottle. “I don’t want to mess up.”

You adjust the towel at his shoulders, making sure that it covers as much of him as possible before you begin to spray his hair, wetting it and running your fingers through it. He visibly relaxes and you take your time lightly massaging his scalp.

Once it’s damp enough you start to cut it, going slowly and carefully. After you even out the back you move to the front, standing between his spread legs.

Joel’s eyes are closed and his breathing is steady but he lifts his hands and rests them gently on your waist as you work and you can feel his warmth even through the fabric of your shirt.

“I’m almost done,” you say softly.

“Mm’kay darlin’,” he answers, wrinkling his nose when the small hairs tickle it.

You smile to yourself and make the last snip then take a smaller towel and gently start to wipe his face of the stray hairs.

When his face is clean you get rid of the large towel that’s covered in hair and move back in front of him, brushing your thumb across his chin before you tilt his face up.

He opens his eyes and holds your gaze.

“Well?” he asks.

“Handsome as ever,” you smile.

He runs his hand through his hair. “Feels good.”

“I just trimmed it. I like having something to grab on to.”

Mischief dances in his eyes but it’s overpowered by something more intense and he reaches for you, pulling you down to straddle his lap.

Instinctively you wind your hands around his neck and lean into him. He slides his hands up your back and pulls you down to his lips.

“NOT AGAIN!” Ellie screeches.

Joel reluctantly stops kissing you and rests his forehead to yours. “I didn’t even hear her come in,” he sighs.

“Me either,” you admit as you rest your face in the crook of his neck.

You start to get off him but he holds you in place. “Don’t move darlin’.”

“What now?” he asks as he looks past you to Ellie.

She makes a face at him, sticking her tongue out before saying, “you’d think you’d be less grumpy with how much ass you’re getting.”

“Ellie!” you chide but it comes out as more of a snort laugh.

Joel’s eyes widen slightly but he quickly recovers, steeling his gaze and masking his expression with his usual gruffness.

Ellie’s lips twitch with her barely controlled laughter and you have to look away from her so you don’t join in.

“What did you forget now?” Joel asks Ellie, his teeth gritted as he does his best to erase her words.

“My book,” Ellie says, not hiding the sass in her tone. “And I’m going to hang out with Tommy, Maria and the baby…have fun.”

Ellie sings the last words with a twinkle of her fingers before walking out with her book in hand.

“I swear that kid…” he starts, a genuine smile playing on his lips.

“She’s pretty awesome,” you say with a knowing smile. “But maybe we should start locking the door…or maybe you can learn to keep your hands to yourself unless we’re in private…”

He has the audacity to look offended before murmuring, “now that’s just crazy talk darlin’. I can’t get enough. I always want more of you.”

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Wet through my clothes, weary bones got the chill

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Companion piece to:

Broken - Travis recieves a phone call from Rip regarding you and Malcom Beck.

Maui - Travis adds some extra security measures to your new place.

Colt 45 - Travis doesn't mess around when it comes to your saftey.

Ride - Travis lifts your mood by taking you for a ride.

It’s raining outside and Travis is soaked. His wet t-shirt clings to his muscular form as he steps inside the ranch the two of you own. Rain beads drip from his hat and onto the hardwood floors as he stands in the foyer, stripping out of his wet clothes so he doesn’t track water through the house. He’s about to pick up the debris from the mat when he looks up and sees you standing there in the kitchen doorway, watching him.

There’s a look in your eyes he hasn’t seen for a while, not since the two of you were in Texas. That had been almost four months ago, before the break up, before the Becks, before you were recovering.

He allows you to look,  to see his bareness, his desire for you as the heat rushes down to his dick and it begins to stiffen.

“I never stopped wanting you Gina.” He tells you as he stands the naked before you. “And I’m here when you’re ready darlin, I’m in no rush.”

Your cheeks colour pink then and you look away swallowing past the well of emotion in your chest.

“I don’t know if Rip told you…” You trail off and Travis knows what you’re trying to say.

“He did.” Travis says as he picks up the towel you keep hanging there for the dog before winding it around his waist. “And I’d dig that son of a bitch up and kill him all over again if I thought it would take away that feeling you have right now.”

You don’t say anything and Travis sighs as he rubs his palm over the back of his neck.

“Honey if you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine.” He says quietly. “But you need to talk to someone because you can’t keep that locked up inside, it’ll kill you.”

“I know.” You say softly, disappearing into the laundry room before coming out with a shirt and sweats for him. “I started seeing a counsellor last week.”

“Yea?” He asks as he pulls the t-shirt on over his head. “How’s it going?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I’m a work in progress.” You tell him as he tugs his sweatpants up underneath his towel before unhooking it and tossing it into the laundry room  

“Who isn’t?” He responds. Your hands come to rest on his hips, fingers bunching up the fabric of his shirt as you tilt your head up to look into his eyes.

“When you look at me do you see what he did?” You ask him and he hears the shame in your voice. “What he tried to do?”

Travis shakes his head, his thumb chasing lightly over the apple of your cheek.

“No honey.” He whispers, his lips brush over yours. “All I see you.”

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A Western Love

Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: Talking to Miguel about her failed marriage brought up feelings that she swore to herself she’d never show. Luckily, Miguel is by her side in an instant, and everything seems right….right?

Warnings: Angst, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language

!This chapter is a little steamy!

Part: 3/?

Part: 1, 2, 2 1/2, 3

Not proofread

A/N: I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot!  (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!). 

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“Where you goin’ darlin’? Weren’t you sayin’ you were aimin’ to get some sleep?”

She lets out a huff. “Yea, in my room.” Her door slams shut. 

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Well, that certainly wasn’t the reaction he wanted to get. And far from the night, he thought he would have.

Miguel stares at his mother’s rosary, running his hand over the string of pearls. He’s so deep in thought, that he almost misses the muffled sobs coming from Y/N’s room.

He quickly stands, fearing the worst. Has she hurt herself? Has someone broken in?  His heart drops at the thought, and he quickly picks up his gun, practically running to her room. 

He doesn’t think as he slams open her door, looking around for any sign of danger. 

“Where is he?! Y/N!” he trips over himself as he makes his way to her bed, dropping his gun on the linen next to her, holding her shoulders.

Silence surrounds the two as they stare at each other.

“What…?” she asks, her sobs now soft hiccups. Miguel’s face is painted with panic and another emotion she can’t quite pin down. He’s panting, his grip on her not tight, but protective?

“Miguel? Who are you talkin’ ‘bout? Hey, Miguel…!” she says, placing her hands on his warm cheeks, rubbing under his eye. 

He snaps out of his panicked state, shaking his head. He stands at his full height, rubbing his forehead. 

“ ‘M sorry, Princessa…I heard you crying and I….I thought you were in trouble.” he finally responds, not wanting to look at her. 

Y/N slowly nods, trying to meet his eyes. His actions weren’t those of a concerned friend, but something deeper. But now was not the time to ask any questions.

“I just,” he starts “I only just met ya, but I care for you, and I, I would die if I let anything happen to ya.” he confesses, coughing softly.

“I, I beg your pardon…?”. 

He quickly backtracks, finally looking at her. “Forget what I said. Are ya, okay?”

Y/N looks down and wipes  her face. 

“If I’m bein’ completely honest with ya, no I’m not. I haven’t told no one about my um, failed marriage besides my parents. I thought I was over it. Oh, but I a fool!” she exclaims, slamming her fists into the linens.

She tears up, “I’m a fool for wanton’ to feel a man’s arms ‘round me! I hate…I hate that I wasn’t good ‘nough for him.”

He scowls, wishing her ex-husband a long and painful death. Placing his gun on her nightstand, he sits next to Y/N. He gently caresses her face.

“Don’t ya dare think for even a minute, not one god damned minute, that you ain’t good ‘nough, Sugar. Don’t let what that coward did to ya, ever make you feel like you ain’t worthy of a husband. He’s the fool, Darlin’. Not you.” he whispers, wiping her tears.

She can’t help but frown even more, glaring at him. “Then why hasn’t a man showed up yet?”. She takes hold of his wrist, leaning into his touch.

He can’t help the small chuckle that leaves his mouth, shaking his head. 

“I don’t know many fools, Honey, but any man who wouldn’t marry you sure is one.” he replies, smiling softly.

Y/N blushes at the statement, drawing patterns in the skirt of her night dress. “You’re jus’ sayin’ that. Tryna butter me up…”

His smile widens. “There’s my girl.” he says, bumping his forehead against hers. “But no, I ain’t tryna butter you up. I mean it. I don’t know how a lady like you doesn’ have a line of bachelors lined up at your door.” 

She looks into his eyes, before glancing down at his lips, and quickly looking up again.

Miguel’s other hand slowly smooths over her leg, leaning in.

Everything around them disappears when their lips finally meet. Fireworks go off in Y/N’s head, as she slowly wraps her arms around his neck.

He’s the first to pull away for air, staring lovingly at her. “Well, that sure was…somethin’. And it was a good somethin’.” he says, kissing her cheek. “I really care for ya, Y/N. I wouldn’t hurt you like that no good ex o’ yours did.”

Y/N wells up, practically tackling Miguel onto her bed in a hug. He hugs back, running his hand up and down her back. 

She raises herself up, caging him between her arms. They meet for another passionate kiss, the action soon heating up.

The night ended in a way neither had expected. 

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After hours of their steamy rendezvous, Miguel and Y/N lay cuddled under the blanket, sleeping in each other’s warm embrace. 

The sun started to rise, the brightness waking Y/N up. She nuzzles into Miguel’s chest, enjoying his body heat. Not long after, he begins to stir, tightening his arms around her waist.

After a wave of peaceful silence, Y/N speaks. 

“I’ll fix ya up some breakfast in the mornin’. Then you can get on with your trip.” 

She says, already regretting last night’s activities. She knew he would be leaving in the morning, and yet she still got attached. Damn feelings.

“Kickin’ me out already? I haven’t even fixed up your fence yet.” He tries to joke but soon frowns, turning his head to gaze down at her.

Before he can say anything else, she climbs out of her bed, slipping on her discarded night dress. 

“You don’t got to worry ‘bout that fence. I can handle it. You only wanted to stay one night anyway, right? Wouldn’ want ya to stay later than ya have to.” 

Y/N doesn’t look at him and instead slips on a cardigan. He slides off the bed, finding his own clothes.

“Yea, yea...um, I guess you’re right. S’pose I should get my stuff then…” he walks past her, making his way to the guest room. 

Y/N tries to hide her disappointment, wrapping her arms around herself. She walks into the kitchen and brews some coffee. She hears Miguel’s footsteps behind her and finally turns around.

“Ya know…I can stick ‘roun  longer…if ya want me to…” 

Y/N shakes her head.  “No, you don’t have to. You’re a busy man. Don’t feel like you're indebted to me or somethin’ I ain’t that important.” she jokes, smiling sadly.

He grumbles. “You don’t needa worry ‘bout my business. And I don’t feel like I owe ya. I…I…”

I want to be with you. I want to marry you!

Suddenly, his mother’s ring felt like it was burning through his breast pocket.

Y/N shakes her head, setting her mug down. “See? There’s nothin’ for ya here. Not even me.”

No! That’s not true! He wants to shout. 

“Maybe not..but I…I can’t help that…”. Why was it so hard to tell her? I love you! Bam, done. But it really isn’t that easy.

“Can’t help what Miguel?” 

He says nothing, his voice now non-existent. Y/N holds his shoulder.

“ ‘S okay, Miguel. I’ll be okay.”

He shakes his head. “Will you, Darlin?” he asks.

She knows she won’t be. But he can’t live his life without boring her.

“ ‘S not nothing I’m used to, Miggy. Go find a gal that’s meant for ya.” she says.

You’re the gal that’s meant for me!

“If you say so, Darlin.”

She nods. “Sure ya don’t want a bite to eat?”

Miguel shakes his head. “I’ll manage.”

Y/N nods again, looking down. “Have a safe trip. Take care o’ yourself.” 

He tips his hat, “I will, Darlin’.”

With that, Miguel walks towards the front door and clicks it shut, not looking back at her house.

An eerie silence hung in the air, Y/N’s coffee now cold.

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Ch 7- A Silent Promise to You

Series Masterlist    Main Masterlist

Summary | Christmas Time is nearing and you sit down and discuss what life used to be like during Christmas with Ellie. Later on after Ellie is in bed Joel admits something to you and then gives you a Silent Promise in return while he watches you sleep.

Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI

Language, slight sexual tension, Smut (oral f! & m! receiving, f! fingering, m! handjob), underage alcohol consumption references, reference of infidelity, argument between F!Reader and Joel, slight angst (not as heavy as usual, these two need a break), Christmas references (in case you all don’t like Christmas), death reference (not graphic), slight abuse reference (not graphic), fluffy stuff sprinkled in all over (cause it should be, it’s Christmas season). 

Word Count: 6.5 K

“Shhh, baby. Let me take care of you, yeah. I know what she needs.” He said, slowly lowering you down on the couch. Joel also laid down on the couch beside you, slowly kissing you up and down your neck.  He lightly nipped your skin in your most sensitive parts while continuing his featherlike touches to your skin.

“Ok wait, people had food, a Christmas tree, and presents?” Ellie asked, looking at you as you explained what Christmas used to be like before the outbreak.

“Yea Ellie, and Holiday Nog-”

“Holiday Nog, what’s that?” She asked, scrunching her face up like she just tasted something unsavory.

“It's a drink people used to drink, people of all ages. Though the adult version was always my favorite. Adults put alcohol like rum, whiskey, or brandy in it to make it a little sweeter.

“Woah, you hear this Joel?”

“Mhmm,” he said, eyes still shut and his head resting against the back of the couch. “Didn't make it sweeter though. Was more the liquid courage and taste of alcohol that made it worth drinkin’. Something ya kids couldn't have and our wives wouldn't bitch ‘bout.” Joel said while slowly exhaling. Joel was sitting by the fire, slowly relaxing, listening to the two of you talk. He was trying to get his back to settle down after a long day of chopping firewood.

You didn't know why, but Joel's comment about his reasoning for liking Holiday Nog kind of irked you. “Anyways Ellie,” you said loudly, telling Joel in a nice way to butt out. “Having Holiday Nog was always the best part.” 

“Overall, what was your favorite part about Christmas?” Ellie asked you, genuinely interested in your opinion.

You sat back and thought about it for a moment, then replied “for me I think my favorite parts were equally the presents and drinking the adult version of Holiday Nog.”

“You drank Holiday Nog with alcohol in it?” Ellie asked, eyes wide at your admission.

“Yeah, I mean I had a few swallows of it periodically. Dad would give it to me. He said it’d put hair on my chest and help me sleep more. So yeah, I guess I did.”

Joel was relaxing with his eyes closed, but when he heard you admit to drinking an alcoholic drink as a child, it piqued his interest. He slowly raised his head and looked over at you saying, “ya drank the version with alcohol in it? Honey, weren't you a little young for that?”

“Yeah, but like I said, dad gave me a sip here and there from time to time. So it was fine.”

“Darlin’, you can’t- you shouldn’t have- Baby, you were too young.” Joel said, shaking his head. 

Joel wasn't necessarily against giving kids some sips of the adult version of Holiday Nog from time to time. His daughter, Sarah, had a few sips of it the last Christmas he had with her. But she was 11, almost 12. That was completely different than a small little girl half her age running around having sips.

When you looked over at Joel you were irritated at his statement. Defensively you said, “I was old enough.”

“No honey, you weren’t. You were, what, like 5 or something on your last Christmas?” he asked.

“7 Joel, I was 7.”

“Well, I hate to say it, but no 7 year old should have sips of alcohol at Christmas. It ain't right.” Joel then leaned forward and rubbed his eyes, letting out a small huff.

“Jesus Joel, it was like what, 20 years ago ok? I’m obviously fine, plus dad said it was fine.” You turned to continue talking with Ellie, ignoring Joel and his issue he was having. “So Ellie what-”

“Jesus Christ, I'm too old for this stupidity” you heard Joel mumble to himself as he ran a hand down his face.

With a long sigh you turned to face Joel again and snapped at him saying, “What Joel? What's your problem over there?” You then leaned back and crossed your arms across your chest. You were starting to get upset at Joel’s obvious distaste for your admissions of what Christmas was like for you.

“Nothin'” he said while shaking his head and getting up with a grunt. He didn't want to fight with you, it wasn't your fault that your father was a complete dumbass, he thought. As he stood up Joel felt his knees and back crack, and he hissed at the sensation. “Fucking old ass knees and back killin’ me. Here I am robbing the fucking cradle. People being parents who don't deserve having kids. Kids drinking alcohol too young, Jesus Christ, and where are they all now?” Joel continued, muttering to himself.

“They're all dead Joel. So what's your damn point?” You replied, venom lacing your voice.

“I wasn't talkin' to you” he snapped, standing in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water. “Just mind your own damn business.”

“What was that Joel? You're gonna have to speak up for us kids over here. Ya know, if you're gonna bitch about something, might as well bitch to my face about it and not behind my back. If you can't do that then mind your own damn business and shut the hell up.”

Joel was focusing on slowly breathing and not spouting off at you for things you didn't do. He knew it wasn't your fault that another grown man hadn't been parenting you correctly. With the 30 year age gap between the two of you, Joel was old enough to be your father. This fact alone pained him to realize that you were just a baby at 7 years old on your last Christmas, when his Sarah was almost 12. She would’ve been your big sister, not you being her stepmom. He didn't want to vocalize any of this as he knew you were touchy about the age gap thing. To him, it didn't matter anymore. The world went to shit and so did a lot of the customs. Truth be told, he wanted to fuck a woman 30 years younger than him. Before he used to care about age, but not anymore. However, your statement about him minding his own business made him angry. He snapped his head around and looked at you with intense eyes. He was desperately trying not to lose control of his anger right now.  

You saw that Joel was pissed about your comment, but honestly you didn't give a damn. You were talking with Ellie about Christmas, enjoying the feel of family time yet again when Joel popped his mouth off. You knew you were too young to have had alcohol at your last Christmas, and now being older you saw what your father did was wrong. He gave you alcohol so you would be sleepy and would fall asleep so he could bring a woman back home to sleep with. You remember being 5 when you woke up to hear the bed squeak in your parents bedroom along with grunting and moaning. Your mom always had to work Christmas Day at the hospital as a nurse, and your dad always brought other women home. Dad would always say it would be just a close friend coming over that he'd need to have ��a private conversation with.’ Yet you'd never see the female come over again. 

You didn't want to verbalize this fact to Joel, as you didn't want to give him another thing that he could judge you for. Your father was unfaithful to your mother and you didn't want to hear Joel's take on that. So after a moment of intense stare down between the two of you, you saw Joel shake his head. He then turned around, mumbling to himself that he was “too old for this shit.”  As soon as you heard that you grumbled “yeah and you're also a fucking asshole too.”

As soon as Joel heard your comment, he was mentally done. Here he was just trying to relax and not fight tonight. He was tired and sore from chopping firewood all day. His back hurt and he also ached for you someplace else. He was hoping that if he could get his back to settle down tonight then maybe he could find some much needed relief with you in the bed later. But now with your comment, he didn't know if he even wanted to attempt anything with you later. You were acting like a spoiled brat, and this was something that he wasn't in the mood for.

“Asshole huh?” He said turning around and snapping at you. “I'm a fucking asshole? Well little girl, let me tell you somethin’. I was 35 at my last Christmas with an 11 year old daughter. I built houses for a living, owned my own damn business. Hell, I even fucked other women while you ran around and played with dolls then, not even knowing what a real man was or what to do with them. You know, if it wasn't for this outbreak, you'd never know who the fuck I was. And just for the record honey, that little immature attitude of yours is a huge turn off. So you can just-”

“Can we not do this tonight?” Ellie yelled at both of you. “Can we have one night, one fucking night, where you assholes ain't at each other's throats, huh? Can both of you do that?” After a moment of silence she then whispered, “please, I-I just want to know what it could've been like before this. What Christmas was as I've never known it.”

Joel sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. There were moments where Joel would forget that Ellie was just a kid and knew nothing of life before the outbreak. Sometimes he'd think that was a blessing because she didn't have to grieve and miss the things the rest of you did. But then there was Christmas, something that she knew nothing about and something so innocent that she lost out on. Every child should have a Christmas, know who Santa is, open presents, and find joy in what the holidays meant. With a sigh and a huff he finally said, “ok kid, what d’ya wanna know?” He then took his seat by the couch again, giving you a quick nod at agreeing to being cordial and not fighting for the night.

Ellie had already turned in for the night, saying that she wished Santa Claus was real. You had spent the majority of the afternoon explaining the idea behind Santa Claus, and why it was something that kids loved.  When Ellie decided to turn in for the night, you got up to do the same. As you got up to leave, Joel reached out and gently touched your arm and said “can we talk, please.” You reluctantly agreed, too tired to start a new argument with him.

“I'm sorry for being a cranky old asshole.” Joel said. “Ya know, sometimes my mouth gets the better of me and I just- damn woman- I sometimes say stuff I don't mean. I was upset hearin’ someone not looking out f’you, not takin' your safety seriously. I guess all I'm tryin’ to say is, I'm sorry and I didn't mean it darlin’.”

With a slow nod you whispered “ok” to him. As you turned again to leave you heard Joel ask, “mind if I tell ya some stories about Sarah and me at Christmas? I-I got a few cute ones and I thought you'd like ‘em. Ya don't have to if ya don't-”

“Joel, I'd love to hear about those stories.” You said with a huge smile plastered on your face. Joel never talked about Sarah. You had learned a long time ago that it was one topic that you were never to bring up. So the fact that Joel wanted to share this information with you delighted  you immensely. It also showed you that Joel trusted you, and was truly sorry for his outburst.

Four hours later you and Joel were sitting by the fire, still laughing at the Christmas stories he was telling. He was currently re-telling a tale of an embarrassing moment he had where he was dressed up as Santa Claus. “Sarah, she was about four and I was puttin’ the presents under the tree, dressed like Santa.” Joel said smiling and shaking his head at the memory. “I was drinking and got a little silly with my girlfriend that night.  Well, next thing I know me and the girlfriend were makin’ out on the couch like a bunch of teenagers. Sarah then walks in and says ‘why is S’ana kissin’ Ce-Ce?’ Cecilia was my girlfriend’s name at the time.”

“Oh god Joel, that must have been horrible” you said, laughing at the situation.  “What did you do?”

Joel, laughing right along with you said, “well, I had to do some fast talkin’. Told her that sometimes if Santa doesn’t find cookies he’ll ask a pretty lady for a kiss.”

“What did she say after that?” you asked, giving Joel your full attention. 

“Well, she was questionin’ it, but after my girlfriend helped her back to bed, we got her to go to sleep.  All was good until the next morning when she blurted out in the kitchen that my girlfriend kissed Santa.  I had to pretend I didn't know, and question my girlfriend why.”

“Geez, talk about funny and humiliating all at once.”

“Sure was, especially when Sarah told everyone around town ‘bout it. That little girl had a mouth on her, even at four. Always wondered where she got it from.” Joel said, shaking his head and laughing at the memory of Sarah at Christmas time.

“She got that mouth from her father I believe” you said nonchalantly with a slight smirk to your face.

“S’that right?” Joel said, looking you slowly up and down with hungry eyes. “If I recall, I didn’t hear ya complaining about this mouth last week. You were beggin’ me not to stop, if I remember right.”  

“Yeah well, you tricked me” you said, trying not to show Joel that you were aroused.  You haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night, the night Joel finally put his mouth on your cunt and ate it like a starved man.  You had been moody all day, irritated at the heavy makeout session the two of you had a week prior with no more than a brief kiss here and there in return since then. You wanted more from the man that you were living with.

Flashback to One Week Prior…Joel had been sitting on the couch at one end, by the fire, reading a book.  You were sitting at the other end reading another book that had a steamy romance scene in it. You had taken up reading some of Joel’s collections of Westerns. The author that you were currently reading had a knack for writing very good romance and smut in her stories.  Joel kept smirking at you periodically as you were hyper focused on reading. 

You had gotten done reading a particularly steamy part of the book and found yourself feeling horribly frustrated, with a deep ache in between your legs. You continued to read a more gentler side to the story. But after a few minutes you found yourself shifting and squirming on the couch, unable to get comfortable. You were pressing your thighs together, trying to find some sort of relief from the pressure that was building up inside your core.  

“Why you squirmin’?” Joel asked slowly, not taking his eyes off his book.

“M’not” you said, while you once again adjusted your position on the couch, exhaling loudly.

“Y’are darlin.’”

“I’m what, Joel?” you said, snapping slightly at him out of sexual frustration.

“You’re squirmin’ baby. What’s the matter, can’t find the proper relief ya need?” he said in a low sultry tone.

Without even thinking, you said with a whine “No and it fucking hurts.” When you looked over at Joel you saw him freeze, slowly looking up from his book. With stern and intense eyes, Joel slowly started looking up and down your body. With adjusting your posture yet again, pressing your thighs harder together, attempting to find relief from the tension and throbbing you felt between your legs. Shock had spread across your face at the realization of what you had just said and how your body was responding. 

Joel continued to study you for a moment before slowly closing his book, and placing it on the end table next to him. When he turned back around to you all you saw was black in his eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. He then whispered “we can’t have ya hurtin’ now honey, can we?” 

Present Day…You were so lost in thought at the flashback of remembering a week ago, and with how good Joel ate your pussy that you never heard Joel ask you a question.  You finally snapped out of your trance when you felt Joel run his nose slowly up and down the side of your jaw, whispering “ya thinking about how that beautiful pussy was drippin’ for me a few nights back baby? Does she need me to give her some attention again?”  

You felt Joel trace his hand up between your legs with featherlight strokes. He was teasing you, working your body up into a frenzy.  He loved to do it, knew how to get your body to purr for him. It heightened your sexual experience with him, one of the biggest reasons why you knew he was an experienced man.  He knew how to get a woman, specifically you, to ache so hard for him before he gave you the release that you and your body craved for. “Joel I-”

“Shhh, baby. Let me take care of you, yeah. I know what she needs.” He said, slowly lowering you down on the couch. Joel also laid down on the couch beside you, slowly kissing you up and down your neck.  He lightly nipped your skin in your most sensitive parts while continuing his featherlike touches to your skin. Joel slowly worked up your legs, making sure to create goosebumps in his path as he sucked and nipped at your neck. Finally you felt him lightly run his finger up and down your seam, feeling the wetness pool inside of your sleep shorts once again.  He continued his touches all the way up your body, lightly circling your breasts and then finally touching your face and lips.  He lightly traced your lips with his thumb, and when you gently nipped at the pad of his thumb you watched his eyes darken.

Your body was vibrating with nervous sexual energy, wanting relief more than anything.  But at the same time you didn’t want to rush him, didn’t want him to stop.  It felt too good, Joel being like this. He definitely was a very attentive lover, making sure you enjoyed every moment with him.  You gently brought his thumb into your mouth and sucked on it, circling your wet tongue around the pad, licking and massaging it like it was his dick.  You heard Joel let out a low growl at the sensation, he was thinking the same thing as you were.

“Fuck baby,” he growled low in your ear. “Not yet. I can’t-” he said, quickly pulling his thumb out with a pop.

“Please baby, can I suck your dick? I wanna suck your dick Joel, please.” You said, practically begging while batting your eyelashes at him.

“Fuck woman,” he said, giving you a pained expression. “Ya can’t do that t’me, can't look at me like that and say that.”

As you listened to Joel and his poor excuse for telling you that you shouldn't, you slowly palmed his crotch. Feeling the hard bulge there, straining against the jeans that he still wore. “Please baby, please let me put my mouth on it. I can feel that it needs some relief. Come on baby, I wanna make you feel good. Don’t you want that, to feel good?” You said, palming Joel a little harder and faster. You were working him up slowly also, nipping at his throat and neck, two weak places you knew Joel had. 

“Please baby, please” you begged, continuing slowly working your mouth over his sensitive areas. You didn't know why but you desperately wanted to suck Joel's dick tonight. Maybe it was because of the argument you two had earlier, or maybe it was because he opened up about Sarah. Whatever the reason was, you knew that you were desperately horny for your man. You wanted to show Joel how good you could make him feel and how much he could relax because of it.

In a husky voice Joel said, “Fuck woman, you’re shit for my resolve, you know that?” He then slowly sat up, unbuckled his belt, and popped open the button on his jeans. When he was fully upright with his back against the couch, you watched him slowly shift his hips down a bit while opening his legs wider for you to kneel between them. He then said in a low voice “well sweetheart, what are ya waiting for? Get that filthy mouth of yours on me, and suck me off.” After you had gotten into position Joel gently cupped your face with one hand and said “you can go slow and I'll help ya if you need it. When you want to stop, we'll stop. No questions asked, ok sweetheart?”

“I know Joel” you said while slowly lowering his zipper and slipping his pants further down his legs with the help from him. “Please just let me do this baby ok? I want to.” Joel nodded in understanding and slowly relaxed. What Joel didn't know was that you were experienced in going down on men. Dave used to take you along when he would make deals to get medicine and other supplies in the QZ. You were always the payment, giving other men blowjobs.  Something you have chosen not to admit to Joel, as you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.

You used to hate going down on men, but you quickly learned that if you didn’t you would be smacked hard and then beaten by Dave.  So you quickly learned the skill and art of giving men pleasure.  The better you got, the more praise Dave would give you as he scored bigger deals with supplies.  Dave would then reward you afterwards with letting you suck him, something that didn’t anger you.  You loved watching Dave pant beneath your mouth, hiss at sensation, and come undone by your touch. It always would turn you on, plus your reward was Dave not hitting you, a true win in your book at that time. Now, you'd slice Dave's throat without ever thinking twice. Joel could be moody, but he never made you fear him like Dave did.  

As soon as you saw Joel fully in front of you and standing at attention you felt your mouth start to water at how good he looked.  He was big and thick, and already leaking precum from his slit. He was the biggest you'd ever seen and you started to worry your lower lip, doubting yourself and your abilities. “I know it's big, darlin'. It's ok, just work the head a bit, ya don't have to take the entire thing. Just-”

Something about Joel's encouragement snapped you out of your funk. “Baby, please just sit back and relax. Can't I have a moment to appreciate God's masterpiece work here.” Joel just laughed and shook his head but did as he was told. You reached out and slowly teased the head, giving him a few gentle kitten licks with your tongue, testing out how sensitive he was. When you heard him hiss at the sensation, you knew his body would be very receptive to what you wanted to do.

Joel Miller was different, he wasn't one of Dave's partners. He was the man you loved and the person you wanted to see come undone with you. As soon as you gave Joel a little suck on his head, testing the waters to see what worked, he hissed and said “fuck, that mouth” as his hips bucked up into you, forcing himself into you all the way hitting the back of your throat. You lost all rational thought after that, deciding to get to work and work him hard to the edge, teasing and stroking him in the process. You wanted Joel to come undone with you, to give him pleasure where he'd beg for more. It gave you the biggest ego trip and confidence booster that a woman 30 years younger could do this to his dick that someone his age couldn't.

You started swirling your tongue around his head, cock now at full attention and throbbing. “Fuck baby, how are you so good at this?” Joel hissed, thrusting up into your mouth yet again.

“Baby, you gotta stay still and let me take care of you” you said, biting him on his thigh, right next to his heavy balls.  As soon as you did that he yelped, not in pain but in surprise. With a smirk on your face you started slowly licking the underside of his massively hard cock.  Joel was definitely bigger and thicker and your pussy clenched hard at nothing at the thought of him stretching you out down there, something for a later day, you thought.

You slowly licked up the underside of his dick, following the vein that was present there.  When you got to the top of his head, you gently kissed it with a wet open mouth kiss as you worked your way back down.  When you got back down to the base, you licked his balls, giving them some much needed attention. You knew with the proper attention of alternating tongue movements and sucking motions you could get men to completely melt.  It took a second but when you heard “fuck, fuck, god damn baby. Quiero follarte la boca,” you knew you were doing good. 

As you continued your ministrations, you slowly found Joel unraveling slightly before you. He was muttering to himself under his breath. “What does that mean in Spanish?” You asked, while slowly stroking his cock in slow languid movements. When you went back to lapping at his precum that was leaking from his slit, you heard Joel quietly moan your name.

“It means, woman, that I want- God- I want to fuck your mouth.” He said, slamming his head back and moaning at the quick tongue work you were now doing around his head.

“God damnit woman, stop fucking teasing me” he growled, snapping his eyes open to look at you. You loved feral Joel, eyes blown black with lust and threatening you.

“Oh” you said, a small smirk coming across your face. “You don’t want me to do this” you said, closing your mouth around his head while slowly moving just a little bit, sucking lightly at the tip of his head.  It was just enough to give him pleasure, but not enough to satisfy that deep need of you taking him all the way in your mouth like he wanted you to.  After a few more strokes of your tongue you looked up and saw Joel absolutely wrecked.

Joel had his head on the back of the couch, mouth open panting at your teasing that you were doing. He kept flexing his hands open and closed, trying not to slam your head hard down on him. It's been a long time since Joel's had another woman around his cock, trying to get him off.  

Usually women never knew how to get him off, so he'd just have them stop and then he'd focus on their pleasure. But you, you were a God damn demon, sent from both Heaven and Hell to give him pleasure, and boy was it torture of the best kind. Joel's never been this worked up just by a little teasing.  Usually women would suck him for a few minutes, get tired, and then he’d give them the best orgasm of their life with his mouth. If he usually couldn't have sex with women then he’d relieve himself later in the bathroom.

But you were different, he was trying so desperately hard not to come. He didn't want this to be over yet. So when you cupped his balls again and licked him, he bit down hard on his hand and slammed the other one sideways into the back of the couch.  You saw the reaction and slowly raised your head up and smiled at him while running your thumb over his slit saying “what’s wrong baby, want me to stop?”

Joel knew he wasn't a good man, especially with what he was thinking about wanting to do to you right now. He wanted to grab you by the throat, slam you down on the ground and fuck your brains out because of all the teasing you were doing.  He was feral, panting hard while looking down at you.  When you gently blew cool air on his throbbing dick he started cursing, both in English and Spanish yet again. He also growled at you and said, “Stop your fucking teasing woman, or ya ain’t gonna like what I’m gonna do.”

“Look here Joel,” you said, feeling confident in your ability at the moment.  “I got to hear you every night for 2 years being balls deep inside Tess while I cried myself to sleep in the room next to yours. So excuse me if you don't like me teasing you when I can finally have you. You have no idea what teasing is. I’ve wanted you for longer than you can possibly imagine.”

Something inside of Joel snapped at this admission, not that he was angry with your admittance, but that he was angry at your lack of understanding him.  He moved quickly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head on the floor as he laid on top of you while growling at you “don’t you ever fucking say that again. You have no idea what I want, or what I’ve wanted for a long time. Ya think I didn’t know you were crying next door. Baby, Tess walked out cause I moaned your name when I was balls deep inside her. I’ve wanted you, hell woman, I fucking want you now in this life and the next.” he said with a roll of his hips. His hardened cock was slowly stroking in between your clothed sleep shorts, rubbing your needy clit in the process.  

“I want you all the time, that’s my problem baby. I’m trying to do this right y/n.  God, te amo, querida.”  He couldn’t say it in English, not yet.  But Joel just said ‘I love you darling’ in Spanish.

You didn’t know what Joel was saying in Spanish, and it pained you that you didn't know he could speak it. If you were being honest with yourself, you didn't know the ‘before the outbreak’ Joel. You tried convincing yourself that he'd still care even if there wasn't the outbreak. But you knew you changed, that your exterior was hardened because of survival. So you rationalized in your mind that the Joel you knew now was different from the other Joel, and that maybe because of that he'd still find the possibility to love you, like you loved him.

In all truth your problem was that you loved Joel.  You loved someone who you didn't think wholeheartedly loved you back.  With looking at him in this moment though you could see that he was pleading for you to believe him, to believe that you mattered and that he cared.  With a gentle nod of your head you said “ok Joel, I understand.” You then gently kissed him on the lips, trying to show him you understood.  However, the next thing you knew the gentle kiss turned heated. Pretty soon Joel had his hands down your sleep shorts and was thrusting his fingers in and out of your drenched and soaked pussy, while you were stroking his hardened member fast.  You two made out with wet sloppy kisses, moaning and grunting in response.  

“I want you baby, fuck, I need you” Joel said, whispering in your ear. He didn't want tonight to be the night he fucked you on the floor. But God, he was struggling with this concept. He so desperately wanted to be inside of you, to tell you he loved you and wanted a life with you. He wanted marriage, to have babies, and to live a life with you like before. But that was the problem, he couldn't have all of that. He knew that if he fucked you right now in his mindset he'd never pull out, and that was something he couldn't risk at the moment.

Joel grabbed your leg and hoisted it up on his shoulder while he continued to fuck you hard, fast and deep with two of his big fingers, while adding circles to your clit with his thumb. He curled them inside and found that soft spongy area of yours. If he couldn't fuck you the way he wanted to, he could at least give you this. After adjusting his angle, he heard you let out a loud moan at the sensation, that's when he knew he had it, your g-spot.

“That's it baby, that's it” he said as he watched your back start to arch off the floor. “Come on honey, give her to me.”

“Oh God, fuck Joel. I'm-I’m”

“That's right baby, let go. Come on sugar, cum for me.”

As you started to orgasm you moaned loud and Joel slammed his mouth onto yours to help keep you quiet. Joel didn't let up his pace, he continued to fuck you hard through it, giving you praises the entire way. He told you that you were “a good girl” and that he was “so proud of you” for relaxing and letting him have this. Once your body went limp Joel took his soaked fingers out of you and gave himself a few more good firm strokes with his soaked hand. When he came, he moaned your name and spilled his seed onto your thigh.

As you both laid there panting, relaxing in the afterglow of your orgasms, you were slowly running your fingers through Joel's hair.  Joel’s eyes were closed, and he was laying on his side facing you, holding you close.  There was a blanket draped over the two of you, something he grabbed and draped over you after both of your pants were off, just in case Ellie came in.  You two were laying there for about 30 minutes, just relaxing into each other and warming yourselves by the fire. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Joel asked, as he curled into you more. He could tell that you were lost deep in thought, mulling something over hard in your head.

With a long exhale you said “nothing.”

Joel could definitely tell that something was on your mind, so he slowly propped himself up on his elbows saying “come on, tell me. Please sugar.”

“It's just- are we ever going to be more than this. More than two people who fight and then makeup to not get closer. I-”

Joel could see it in your face, you wanted a promise of a life together, more than just a warm body to fall into. With a slow smile he said “baby, you mean more to me than just this. Te amo, sweetheart. Forever.” Joel then slowly leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips. When he was done he gently nudged you with his nose and said “now stop your fussin’ and go to sleep.” With that Joel laid back down and tucked you tight against him.

You were lazily running your fingers over his beard, loving the feel of the patchiness of it. When you looked up at him, you saw that he looked content.  Something that you never thought you’d ever see Joel Miller look in a world where survival was the golden rule.  Getting caught up in the moment, and the look of him, you whispered “Joel, I love you.” 

Joel tightened his hold around you again and kissed you gently, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and breathing you in.  He was tracing small circles on your belly when he felt you slowly drift off to sleep, your breath evening out.  He pulled back and sat upright on his elbows, looking down at your breathing and sleeping form.  He whispered ever so slightly “I love you too baby, and I promise honey, you’ll have the best Christmas possible.”  Joel then lightly kissed your forehead while staring at the empty spot in the corner.  Come morning, Joel was finding you and Ellie a Christmas tree.  

It had been 20 years since the breakout and the last Christmas that Joel had. His memory of the last time was still vivid in his mind after all these years though. She was still alive and running through the house, excited to see that her father still gave her a present under the tree from Santa.  She was old enough that she knew Santa was no longer the magical being that he was, that he was in fact her father.  She eagerly sat in her pajamas ripping into the large gift that was wrapped in front of her while Joel slowly stood in the living room sipping his morning coffee, wearing matching flannel pajamas.  As soon as she ripped off the paper she froze, and looked at the large box while saying “Are you serious?”  

Her father, after taking a slow sip of his coffee, smirked and said “what did Santa bring you Bug?” a nickname he gave her at birth, Sarah Bug, or just Bug for short.  It was like he was transported into time when she was 4 and opened her favorite doll from Santa, but this time he saw his preteen daughter open up her very own stereo. The stereo that was still in her room on breakout day before he left to go get Tommy.  

Joel felt the tear slip down his cheek at the memory of Sarah running up to her father and kissing him all over his face, jumping up and down and saying how excited she was and a line of thank yous given to him. He knew he nailed it that year for her for Christmas, considering her mother was no longer in the picture anymore.  As Joel was pulled back to reality of you shifting and snuggling into him, silently sleeping he found himself feeling that same joy that he felt wrapping Sarah’s present for her as he now was planning Christmas for you and Ellie. A proper Christmas for you both, something he thought he’d never want to do again.    

This year Santa comes again, and for once it's my present he'll bring, Joel thought holding you close and kissing you slowly on the forehead. This year Joel gets his Christmas present, a family once again. A family of you and Ellie. And with that thought he slowly drifted off to sleep, having pleasant dreams once again in his life. Something he thought was never possible to have yet again.

End Chapter

A/N: Next part is titled “A Christmas Story.” These three will be having an amazing Christmas post outbreak. I'll try to get it up before Christmas but it may come a little later. I've recently got really sick with a bad autoimmune flare again so writing and focusing is sometimes difficult. Stories will still be coming out, just a little slower in the process. Enjoy 

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Hii hello how are you?? I just thought of this and I need to share cuz I think you're one of the VERY few accounts that write for Jimmy.

I definitely see him as the kind of guy that always picks up his gf from wherever (let's ignore the part where he is a literal womanizer this little dumbass won't be like that forever yea?) For example she's out w friends until late at night and he's told her to call him go pick her up when she's ready to go home. The mf will literally sleep (if he decides to sleep) with his volume to the max and phone right next to his face. Please tell me you see it too😭😭

HI HONEY!! I’m okay, thank you for asking! A lot of things have been going on these past few days so I haven’t been able to write or respond 😭

Oh, but I completely agree with this little headcannon!! He’s always so, so worried — especially if you’re a party girl. Normally, he’s all for going with you, but he also understands that you want your party time alone with your best friends. Oh, and if you’re a drinker? He definitely has his phone pressed right to his face, full volume and vibrations ON.

He’s always ready with a driver on call, waiting for your call to pick you up. He’s got a change of clothes for you to change into in the back at the car, extra shoes and some comfy socks to help you slip on.

When he’s outside of the club, he waits outside of the car — and in more extreme cases goes into get you because everyone knows who he is — and makes sure you’re okay in your wasted state.

“Jimmy!” You yelled, giggling, a telltale sign you were drunk because you never called him Jimmy. “Hi baby!” You also never called him baby, either.

“Hey darlin’,” he grinned as he held your hips, steadying your stumbling form. “Ready?”

“Yep!” You start to giggle again, then you gasp. “Jimmy, you have eye bags!”

He had eye bags from staying up so late for you, but he just shook his head. “I’m fine, doll, ready to go?”

“Oh, almost! They’re finishing up my drink,” you giggled as you leaned into him, holding the back of his head and pulling him down for a firm kiss. “We should dance.”

“No, baby, it’s almost five in the morning — you need to go to sleep,” Jimmy wasn’t normally a caretaker, but for you, he’d be anything. “Come on, I’ll make you a drink at home.”

You pouted, but you followed him, holding his hand tightly and kissing his cheek. “I love you, baby, I’m sorry if I made you worried-” you hiccuped, then giggled. “Oops.”

“I’m always worried about you, baby,” He whispered back, stroking your face softly. “Come on, let’s go.”

You giggle, nodding. “Ok. Thank you, Jimmy… I love you,” you coo, pulling him for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, darlin’.”

Aw; this was so cute!!! Love ya always babe, hope you enjoyed it 🥰 sorry it was so late!

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Decided to share one of my fanfictions/oneshots lmao. It's cringe af but oh well.

It has been years since Devil and King Dice got married, their love only growing everyday. King Dice and Devil have been organizing their bedroom, cleaning it and going through their clothes to see if they want to get rid of any.

King Dice was looking through the closet, throwing the clothes he didn't like anymore on the floor behind him. That's where he found it: his lavender wedding dress, hung in the back of the closet, a small layer of dust covering it.

"Hey Devil?" King Dice said as he took the dress out of the closet "Look what I found!"

Devil turned around to see King Dice holding up the dress in front of him.

"Your wedding dress! I remember how stunning you looked in it~"

King Dice giggled a bit, always loving when Devil gave him compliments. But as he looked into the mirror, his dress in front of his body, he realized something.

"Hun? I don't think I'm gonna fit in it again…"

"Well, you did gain some weight over the years." Devil said in a playful tone, hugging King Dice from behind and squeezing him gently. "Not that it matters, you're still beautiful~" He added, then sat on the bed.

King Dice giggled once again.

"Oh, I know that." He said with a smile "but it's a shame it's too small now. It's a really nice dress, you know? Although… I might try it on, just to see how much smaller it is"

King Dice began to undress, and then he tried to put the dress on. It wasn't easy, the dress not going over his shoulders.

"Uh, a little help?"

Devil chuckled and stood up from the bed to help King Dice. He gently pulled the dress down. It was really tight for King Dice, obviously, and he laughed as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Heh, I look ridiculous! Well, I guess I should've expected that"

Devil walked up to him again and kissed his cheek.

"You look positively ridiculous, darlin'. But I gotta admit, I think you still look stunning" he smiled and kissed King Dice's exposed back.

King Dice shivered at the kiss and leaned back into Devil's arms.

Devil helped King Dice out of the wedding dress and they put it away into the closet. But then, he saw King Dice staring into the mirror, hugging himself.

"Hey, you okay hon?" Devil asked

"Yea, I'm fine. Just thinking. Do you really still find me attractive?"

Devil smiled at King Dice and picked him up, then carried him to the bed.

"Of course I do, honey. I think your chubby  belly is adorable~"

King Dice giggled again as Devil started giving his belly little kisses. He then rested his head on King Dice's belly, purring contentedly. 

"Plus," he added "you make a good pillow"

King Dice and Devil fell asleep, Devil curled up like a cat on King Dice's belly. And as he drifted off to sleep, King Dice knew Devil would always love him. No matter what.

Cringe af but sure

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thank you for tagging me <3

i dont really have much in mind but—

sam and darlin’: honey by halsey. Only some lyrics remind me of them lol, “She told me "Open your mouth"

She said "I've got a surprise"

And so I opened it wide

And then she crawled inside

She's on the tip of my tongue

She's on the top of my thighs

And if I searched a thousand miles I'd be dying to find

Between my fingers

She leaves then she lingers

If she's gonna go

Well then I'm going with her

I know that I won't forget

She was sweet like honey” and “Dripping like honey

Down the back of my throat and out the front of my mind

And now she's impatient and I'm complacent

With just a little taste of wasting time

Looking for honey

But she stings like she means it

She's mean and she's mine”.

imp!vega and pet: kerosene by crystal castles. there isnt really specific lyrics that remind me of them its the whole song LOL

avior and starlight: dark beach by pastel ghost. ITS THE WHOLE SONG ITS LITERALLY THEIR VIBE (i was also thinking tek it by cafuné but i dont wanna think of the angst thank you very much)

gavin and freelancer: valentine by laufey. it’s literally just them i wont debate about it.

milo and sweetheart: six thirty by ariana grande. its just these lyrics that make me think of them, “I know I be on some bullshit

Know I be driving you crazy

But I know you love how I whip it

You can only stay mad for a minute

So come here and give me some kisses

You know I'm very delicious

You know I'm very impatient

Might change my mind

So don't keep me waiting”.

and best for last— david and angel: pov by ariana grande. i just imagine its david singing about himself and angel its so sweet 🥹🥹. “ It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20-20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside?

Permeate my ego and my pride

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I'm gеtting used to receiving

Still gеtting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared (oh, scared)

Learnin' to be grateful for myself (oh, oh, oh)

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine”.

but yea thats it and im gonna tag @messenger-of-stupidity and @teafairywithabook (:

HOLY SHIT I WAS TAGGED BY @konnorhasapen AND IM SO HAPPY I WANTED TO DO THIS GAME SO BAD

Songs that remind me of certain redacted couples! (Rant under the cut!!)

Freelancer/Lasko 1. Talk Too Much by COIN Do i have to explain? i mean, the song literally talks about their dynamic as a couple??? 2. First Sight by Adiescar Chase I cant really explain? it´s only because Lasko said he had a crush on them for as long as he´d known them. 3. Glue Song by Beabadoobee The cutest song for the cutest couple!!! This song is sweet and so beautiful, i can only think about Lasko´s crush on Freelancer, and how he felt before confessing, and being in disbelief after they reciprocated that crush, too!!

David/Angel 1. Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson shut up it´s not only because my angel is french, i swear 2. Angel Baby by Troye Sivan I´m not gonna lie, i didn´t associate them with this song too much until i realized the pronouns used for the person he´s talking about were he/him pronouns. Until then, i always thought the song was cute, but personally, it wasn´t the vibe i had for them in mind. now, after months listening to it, i fucking adore it, and i cançt agree more about the fact that it´s THEIR song.

Gavin/Freelancer 1. die first by Nessa Barrett I always think about the fact that Gavin will outlive Freelancer, and thanks to that thought, i feel like this song somehow explains how Freelancer feels about it, even though they never say it. 2. sex by EDEN im inviting people to listen to this song because its amazing and personally, i associate this one with gavin the most, especially about how he felt for freelancer once he realized he had feelings for them.

Sam/Darlin´ - j´s lullaby (darlin´ i´d wait for you) - Delaney Bailey i dont have to explain this one. this is their song.

Asher/Babe - Stupid for You by Waterparks I found this song in a spotify asher playlist and i fell in love with it. it´s so ashercore!!!

D.A.M.N Polycule - Nobody Loves You by Similar Kind This is probably the sweetest song i´ve ever heard and i can only think about the polycule with it. For me, their love is as pure as this song and i love it <3

Vincent/Lovely - Overdrive by Conan Gray This song talks about catching feelings too fast and going all the way in in a relationship, and i think it fits them a lot.

Asher/David (Imperium) - Sparks by Coldplay "And i know, I was wrong But i won´t let you down"

Vincent/Stranger - You´re Haunting Me by Blackbriar This song gives me the chills in the best way, specially if we take in consideration the hc about Lovely being the surge stranger´s reincarnation. i guess this also counts as Vincent/Lovely???

I´m gonna end this here and tag @readyandnot, @sealriously-sealrious, @friendlyfaded, @epsi-l0n, @thesunandmoons-blog and @milophiliac !!! feel free to say i tagged you if you want to participate as well <3

[blutomindpretzel]

I am craving honey&darlin angsty fluffy hcs

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED

Angsty fluffy headcannons coming right up :)

Darlin and Honey were always too similar, it’s the thing that brought them to be close friends when they were younger- and also the very thing to tear their friendship apart.

Darlin despises Honey and Ash’s father, that was absolutely no secret- they’ve even cussed him out a few times but that’s a whole different story.

Honey and Darlin weren’t close by any means, but they had a mutual understanding of one another- their brains work the exact same way. Protection and revenge are the same thing, and they both require violence. That’s one of the few things they could agree on.

Honey and Darlin worked out together far before Quinn was ever in the picture. These two would be shifted and exhausted after an entire day spent training- just curled around each other.

THEY FEEL SO SO SAFE AROUND ONE ANOTHER AS MUCH AS THEYD HATE TO ADMIT IT

Darlin would be sobbing after Quinn attacked their friend and Honey would just hold them.

These two went on road-trips annually THEY WENT CAMPING TOGETHER AND HUNTED IN THE WOODS WHIE SHIFTED

But as much as their friendship became a much needed asset as Quinn became more and more of a threat to the pack- all good things eventually come to an end.

Then Quinn attacked Honey and didn’t hold back, he made sure they knew who exactly they were dealing with. There’s a huge ass scar along the length of their arm from that day, still. Honey almost lost their arm because Quinn was bored of Darlin. Oh and that injury definitely put them out of commission for weeks.

Darlin never left Honey’s side, stayed in their apartment, and healed them any time the pain was too unbearable. HONEY HAD PHANTOM PAINS BECAUSE AS FAR AS THEIR BODY WAS CONCERNED, THEIR ARM WAS BASICALLY GONE. They lost any feeling in their arm besides pain, and was too weak to move. So Honey was in agonizing pain as well as pretty much not being able to move.

Honey lying in bed with Darlin sitting by their side as they slowly rub up and down Honey’s back- just softly hushing them and apologizing for not being strong enough.

Honey 100% blamed Darlin- and this pretty much changed how these two saw each other. So these two are just sitting in silence, one in pain and the other guilty as hell and thinking only about one thing. What now?

Honey couldn’t sleep, if not at all they refused. The nightmares kept the blood pumping hard enough to keep them awake for years. Darlin trying to hold them and Honey pushing them away. Weakly whimpering; “get the fuck away from me.”

The moment Honey got better they ran away. And of course, Darlin tried to track them down- and succeeded- then every thought and feeling Honey had been experiencing came out.

YEAH YOU BET THESE TWO MFS FOUGHT IN THE WOODS: the last thing these two ever gave each other was a fractured spine and a broken heart.

“This is all your fucking fault Ya know that? Let me leave!” “My fault? Who went after Quinn the moment he was close enough??” “I wouldn’t have had to if you would’ve just finished the job.”

This only doubled Darlin’s recklessness ofc-

Darlin gets so pissed off at Guy (Darlin probably had a lil crush on Honey at some point but that’s all up to interpretation ofc) Darlin tries to use Guy as bait for Quinn to get close enough so they can take him down. THATS WHERE HONEY DRAWS THE MF LIKE THEY ARE DONE WITH HIDING FROM DARLIN AT THAT POINT.

Honey pushing Darlin against the wall. “What? I thought you wanted me to finish the job. And your weak ass mate just happened to be the most convenient.” Yea honey absolutely punched them in the face.

Jealousy and anger makes Darlin cruel and reckless. They’d do anything to take Quinn down or at least make a point- even if that means getting some people out of the way.

YANDERE DARLIN?????

Okay yeah maybe I’m going a lil too far on this one

I’m tired

[crabonfire]

prompt: u miss them and physical affection is your strong suit. ensue the adorable touches :)

characters: scout, engineer, and heavy.

warnings: none really, purely fluff :)

note: oh and btw u n merc r already dating in this cause no doy + some r shorter than others n m very very sorry :(!! my brain goes blank sometimes + italics mean they r thinking hehe ♡

OH AND EXTRA NOTE English is NOT my first language and this is my first time writing in months. So excuse me if anything is a bit stiff. Oh and my first time writing on tumblr so bare w me xx 🚶

♡Scout♡ (movies sound nice!)

You had missed him all day, and you wanted to see him. So, you walked to his room with the door already opened and saw him cleaning his bat on his bed. He seemed to be too busy trying to wipe the blood off that he didn't notice you. "God fuckin'...stupid blood." He grunted as he pressed his thumb and moved them over the stains with a wet bleached cloth.

You didn't bother to say anything, you walked over to him and leaned into him, arms slowly wrapping around his neck as you placed your head on top of his. He lowered his arms and completely stopped what he was doing. "...Y/N? What's up babe?" His voice was low, keeping his cool. You couldn't tell thankfully for him, but his face started to redden at your sudden action.

"I miss you. I barely saw you today." You replied, voice slightly muffled by his cap. Boom. That was the trigger. He was nervous now, more than ever. 'God. Your so fuckin' cute Y/N.' He smiled wearily, "Sorry toots. Today was rough. But I'm here now ain't I?" You smiled, "Mmm yea. Can we watch a movie?" "Sure. Gimme a sec, alright?"

He got up and placed his bat back into his drawer, as he walked outside to compose himself, face now fully red. You never do realise how you make him feel. "Goddammit Y/N." When he finally composed himself, he went to make a bowl of popcorn for the both of you, as he turned on a nice movie for you both to enjoy.

♡Engineer♡ (little spoon engie. Ps. won best cutie award every year and yes he is my fav ;])

Engie was just tweaking his invention, he promised you he'd be asleep in an hour, but it had been three hours and you had awoken from your sleep. "Mm...what the.." You noticed a distinct lack of engineer on the bed. You sighed as you got up, walking to his work room.

You opened the door with a creak, alerting him at once. "Engie." He turned around in his chair to face you. "OH! Sugar...I didn't know you were awake." He said, his voice smooth as silk. It made your heart skip a beat, but you had no time to be melting over this man's gorgeous delicacy of a voice. You walked over to him, sitting on his lap as you wrapped your arms around him.

He was certainly surprised, feeling his cheeks slightly heat up. "...Honey?" Your head lied on his shoulder. "You said you'd be asleep in an hour, and yet I wake up to nobody with me in bed." You huffed, tightening your hold around him. He smiled, and arm wrapping around your waist as the other rubbed circles on your back. "Ah. 'M sorry darlin'. I guess...I just got caught up in my work."

"It's okay...but can you sleep now? I miss you. I wanna cuddle." You asked. He chuckled, "Of course sugar." He moved his arms to your thighs, carrying you as you moved your head to face him. You kissed him, as he did too. Your soft lips were like heaven to him, as he walked you both back to your room. He lied you onto the bed, taking off his helmet and goggles and placed them by your bedside table.

He didn't bother to change, and you sure didn't care. You only wanted to have his sweet embrace accompany you for the night. As you quickly get yourself comfortable he places his head onto your chest, feeling your arm wrap around his shoulder.

He was in pure awe, you were so sweet even in bed. It stole his heart. He nuzzled himself into you as you kissed his forehead, making his heart flutter. " 'night Dell. I love you." You whispered. "I love you too, sugar."

♡Heavy♡ (bear. no context. bear. headcannon that he reads lmao. also give this man some more love PLEASE the lack of heavy x reader makes me sad tbh)

Heavy was in his room, he had just finished cleaning Sasha. He was reading a simple book after a day of hard work. You had missed him SO MUCH. You knew he was never really a touchy feely person, so you don't have much romantic intimacy with him if he's in a mission.

When you heard the mission was done, you ran straight to his room. "HEAVY." You exclaimed, making him jolt. He put his book down to look at you, "Ah, Myshka. Hello." He smiled softly. You grinned and jumped on him, surprising the fuck outta him.

"bozhe moi dorogaya! What has gotten into you?" You simply chuckled, lying your head on his chest as your arms wrapped around him. "I've miss you sooo much Mikhail." You sighed, head nuzzled deeper into him. His face flushed tomato red as he placed a hand on your head, petting you. "Ah...I see. I have...missed you too. Greatly. I apologise for not being with you for long."

He placed his other arm on your back, continuing the light pats. "Mmm. it's okay. I know you got tons of work. But...can we just, cuddle for now?" He smiled, his eyes full of endearment as they don't dare to leave your adorable figure. "Of course, moya lyubov."

You two spent the rest of the night cuddling, as you fell asleep in his warmth. He did too, now arms wrapped around you, like a big Teddy bear providing warmth from a lovers embrace.

ehehheheeheh heavy my beloved :)

I hope u guys enjoyed this!!! I may do a part 2 w other boys if u r interested i this prompt :)

oh ps. heavys nicknames mean

myshka: little mouse

dorogaya: dear / darling

moya lyubov: my love

I am not Russian, so I apologise sincerely if anything I've said is off!!!

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

Summary: I feel like Harry would buy/own a private beach and just take y/n out there just for some privacy from the world also take nude photos of y/n - concept from @harrywritingsbyme

Genre: fluff, NSFW

Warning: fingering, oral, nude photo, private Beach yeah

Pairing: harry styles x reader, Rich! Harry

Word count: 4k

This contains smuts ok

Harry Masterlist

I don't give you permission to post my content anywhere

Comment and reblogs welcome

"where here." You announced plopping down onto the king size bed. Harry chuckled as he sat down your suitcases. You looked over at him with a smile. "So this is where we'll be for the week."

Harry nodded, "yep." He walked over to the window looking out at the clear blue ocean that was crashing against the shoreline. This was Your very own beach that harry had gotten just for the two of you. Even tho you had begged him not to, he still dead. At first you were pissed at the idea of having a large chunk of ocean to yourself, but after coming here a couple of times, you loved it. You were able to parade around nude, able to be as crazy and Loud as you wanted, it's was the life and you no longer felt bad about the private beach.

You walked over to harry wrapping your arms around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek before you rested your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for bringing us here."

Harry rested his hands onto of yours, a little smile appearing on his face showing his dimples. "Ya'welcome babe."

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It took you both an hour to get situated. Because you both had to ride on the jet, you took a 30 minutes nap while harry ran to the store for some food. When you woke up, the fridge was stocked and Harry was sitting on the couch with a beer.

"good nap, darlin'?" He asked once he noticed you. You nodded, "yeah, pretty good." You plopped down beside him, kissing his cheek. "So I was thinking maybe we can go down to the beach. Dip our toes in the sand, what do you think?"

Harry looked over at you, he smiled before muttering sure. You stood up, "I'm going to go put on my bikini, I'll be back."

"no need for that honey." Harry stood up and took your hand. "No one will see ok." You smiled laughing a little. "You're right. Well let's grab our towels and get down there.

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You and Harry made your way down to the beach. Harry packed you both a few treats, some sandwiches, strawberries, watermelon, mangos and some tea. You laid your blanket down on the sand under the shade of an umbrella. Harry Laid down beside you with a smile. "This is nice."

You laughed looking at him. "Yes it is." You turned onto your stomach looking at him still. "You know.. you can take some nude pictures of me if you want."

Harry smirked. "Ya' you want me to take some nude photos of you?" You nodded, biting your lip.

Harry reached over to the basket picking up the camera he literally brought everywhere. "Alright baby, let's get these pics!"

You stood up so harry could take some pictures. You posed with your back facing him and some where your boobs were out. Harry was egging you on, he of course loved this so much especially when your fucking naked in front of him.

"ok, I think we got enough yea'." Harry sat beck on the blanket and you followed. "Gonna keep this for personal reasons." Harry said smirking at you. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "So now what should we do? Eat?"

Harry peered at you. "Yes, but I think I wanna eat something else other than what's in that basket." He kissed your cheek. You caught onto what he was saying very quickly. "Well go right ahead Mr."

You laid down and opened your legs. Harry moved so that he was between them. His emerald eyes looked up at you with so much hunger. You smiled down at him, bringing your hands to his locks.

Harry began to kiss your inner thighs making sure to go nice and slow to piss you off. You knew he loved that and he knew you hated it.

He inched closer to your pussy, you could feel his hot breath fanning it and it made you shiver. "Harry, stop with the teasing." You said throwing your head back. Harry laughed. "So impatient."

He kissed your clit softly; you moaned out, toes curling. Harry then took his tongue licking up to your clit. He moaned at your taste, he knew he could no longer hold himself back.

Harry started to suck and lick at your pussy; you moaned and shivered at the feeling of his hot wet tongue.

"harry, your mouth feels so nice." You breathed out. Harry looked up at you watching as you squirmed and arched your back off the ground. This was his favorite sight right after seeing you sitting on his face.

He brought his tongue into your cunt, you were clenched around nothing which made him Chuckle. His laugh sent a vibration to your clit making it pulse.

"fuck, I'm going to come."

"I know baby, show me how you cum yea'."

Harry didn't stop His assult. He kept going, licking and sucking until you were crying out and thrashing under him. He held you down not stopping one bit until you were pushing him away.

Harry came up and laid beside you, he grinned as he looked down at your rising and falling chest. "Good, that was a nice snack."

You opened one eye looking at your dork of a husband. He was literally fucking cheesy.

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It was around 6pm. You and Harry were in your beach house listening on the couch as the waves kept crashing on the shore. You had your wine in your hand and your legs stretched out over his legs.

Harry was busy stroking your legs, alcohol had taken over his system at this point. Not that either of you minded.

"this was a nice day. Got to go to the beach, got some pictures of ya naked, and got to eat that pussy. Yea, today was nice."

You chuckled softly. "Yeah, I enjoyed it too."

"so I was thinking we can repeat this tomorrow, but this time getting into the water." You nodded your head. "I think that's a great idea. Now let's go get some sleep before we get a little too drunk."

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of pancakes. You climbed out of bed walking to the kitchen. Harry was standing in front of the stove, he was shirtless which made the view perfect.

"good morning handsome." You said walking up to him. You wrapped your arms around him. "Good morning beautiful. Good sleep?"

You hummed softly. "Yeah. What are you making?"I'm Making some pancakes and eggs." Harry picked up a plate and started putting some finished egg's and pancakes on it. "Here you go." Harry said handing it you.

"thank you." You said, kissing his cheek. You took a seat at the table slowly eating your food. Harry sat across from you eating his food as well. You both made small talk with each other about a few things. Harry had some fun business things that he wanted to start when your trip was over.

After breakfast you both got ready, took a shower, brushed your teeth and got ready for the day. Around 11 you both were ready for your day down on the beach.

You laid on your towel soaking up the sun while harry was writing in his journal. You noticed his staring at you and after a while it became a little annoying to you.

"harry, stop staring."

"I'm sorry." He said but you know he was smiling. You took off your sunglasses and looked at him. "No you're not." Harry grinned. "Yeah you're right." You giggled. "You wanna get in the water now?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, I would love that." Harry stood up and grabbed your hand pulling you up. Till you were on your feet. You both walked over to the water waddling in. you got into it deeper and deeper until it was up to your waist.

harry had his arms wrapped around you as you both stood in the crystal clear water. He couldn't help but smile as he admired you. The best thing harry had done was fall in love with you.

You both met while harry was out shopping. You were working in retail at the time and Harry had walked into the store to escape his crazy fans. You were a fan of him yourself but you knew enough to not obsess over him.

You lead him to the back where their was another exit for him. Harry was so grateful for that, that he came back the following week it Tried to thank you. At first he tried money, but you could take it from him. Then he asked you to go on a date with him, you weren't to sure about the idea, but eventually he persuaded you and you said yes.

The rest was history. Now here you were with him, you've both been together for 6 years, 3 years married and never been more happy together.

"I wonder if there's any dolphins here." You said looking around at the water. "Mhm I don't think so." You turned back to harry pouting your lips. "Well that's sad."

You smiled, laughing. Harry smiled at the sight of yours. "It is Kinda sad, by it's alright." Harry looked out at the Small waves. "But this is beautiful enough yeah?"

You hummed, nodding. "Yeah, it's very beautiful." You leaned in kissing Harry's lips. When you pulled away harry ran his hand over your wet hair.. "You're more beautiful though."

"I know." You giggled. Harry hummed before replying, "As long as you know."

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You and Harry stayed in the water for another 20 minutes before getting out. You returned to the beach house getting yourself a snack. Harry Walked up to you wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against him swaying slightly. Harry began to kiss your neck. At first it was slow, but then his kisses became sloppy.

You moaned as you reached around and ran your fingers through his curls. Harry ran his hands over your skin until he reached your panties. He started toying with them. You began to grind on him, he grew harder by the second at your action.

Harry decided to not tease anymore, he put his long fingers Into your panties. His fingers came in contact with your clit making you shiver. He slowly began to circle over it making you moan and shutter at his touch.

"here let's put you on the counter." Harry whispered into your ear. You turned around letting him hoist you up on the couch. Harry ran his hands over your thigh as his lips landed on yours. He slipped his tongue into your mouth moaning into your mouth. He pulled off your panties, tossing them to the ground when they were all the way off. He returned hands to your clit. He rubbed harder and faster then he did before making your back arch. He slide his fingers through your fold before he found your cunt. He rested his forehead against yours before mumbling about how wet you were for him as he slipped his fingers in.

He began to plug them into you slowly. You moaned against his lips at the feeling. Harry Hand grew faster also curling. Your cunt squeezed around Harry's fingers making him chuckle. "So tight for me huh? Are you close?"

You nodded. Your breath became heavy, you started grinding against his hand. Before you knew it you were coming. Your hand gripped Harry's tattooed arm as he kept thrusting his fingers in; you were extremely sensitive and he knew it. Harry pulled his hand out. "Are you ok." He asked as he kissed you. You nodded right away, "yeah, I'm fine... I should really finish my sandwich now." You hoped off of the counter grabbing your half ate sandwich. "I'm going to finish this now." You took a bite of it before waving it in the air. . harry laughed. "Well I'm going to go take a shower while you finish your sandwich."

Harry jogged off leaving you in the kitchen. "You have fun.." your Laughed to yourself as you heard harry laughing before the door closed to the bathroom. He knew he fucked you up; this wasn't the first time he had done this to you.

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For the next three days you and Harry repeated your routine. Got ready for the day, had breakfast and went to the beach, had sex on the beach. You went to the local town a couple of times doing some shopping for some clothes and ate at a five star restaurant. By the last day you both were burnt out and very much happy with your vacation.

"I had a good time this week." You wrapped your arms around harry waist looking up at him. "Thank you for this."

Harry softly smiled at you as he looked in your eyes. "Y'welcome." He pecked your lips before you pulled away. You picked up your bag. "Now are you ready to get back to civilization?" Harry asked as he picked up your shared suitcase. "Yep, I definitely am."

Harry walked up to you. "Ok. Let's go back home."

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Ok I'm done, hope you all enjoyed

[kaunis-sielu]

Blackbird: End

Being with Steve isn’t always easy but it is always worth it. He makes you feel like a queen, at first the attention had made you uncomfortable but it was one of the ways Steve showed you he loved you. You won’t say that the last eight months have been easy either, they haven’t. Brock had left you with more trauma than you’d realized and it had taken you several weeks of just tries to get back on the stage. You’re still refusing private dances, not that anyone is asking now that it’s well known you’re Steve’s girl.

Steve had come in one night, after being away on business, slapped a hundred on the stage and when you’d come to grab it, with a healthy eye roll in his direction, he’d pulled you in for a demanding kiss. When one of the bouncers, Drax had come storming up you’d had to calm everyone down. Word had travelled quickly and now your private dances tended to be just Steve checking in on you and the other girls.

You had to completely gut your brownstone but after some convincing Steve helped you rebuild. You said it was a place that you and Ada could go with Carol in times of turmoil that no one knew about. Especially now that Hydra and Brock were gone. Maybe you’ll give up the brownstone someday but for now it’s nice to have.

Steve has been out of town for business again, somewhere down south you think, and he’s coming home tonight. It’s been over a week and you’ve missed him. You know he’ll be home late so you don’t worry about staying at work late to get some final things taken care of. Payroll usually takes forever and when your system doesn’t boot right away you drop your head onto the desk with a soft groan.

“Stupid piece of shit.” You grumble from where your face is pressed to the desk.

“Is that anyway to greet the love of your life?” Steve teases from the doorway.

“Considering my payroll system is not the love of my life, yes.” You say with your face still down on your desk. When you lift your head Steve is grinning at you, he’s got a dark purple bruise on his jawbone and is favoring the right side of his body. “What happened?”

“I’m fine, just a little tussle darlin’ come here.”

“You come here. I’m working.” You challenge him, you want to see if you’re right about how injured he is.

“Honey.” You fold your arms over your chest and lean back in your chair leveling him with a glare. “You’re not being very nice.”

“Oh but it was just a tussle, you’re fine.” You challenge him and he glares at you. ���Well?”

“You’re such a brat.” He growls and you laugh softly.

“Yea, but you love me.” You tell him with a smirk, you wait another five seconds before putting him out of his misery and stand up and make your way to him. Before he can kiss you you grab the edge of his shirt and pull it up. “Oh my god Steve!” He’s all black and blue up the left side of his body.

“I’m fine Honey.”

“Have you seen a doctor? What if one of your ribs is broken and you’re bleeding out! Or it’s cracked and it’s going end up killing you. Oh my god! We need to go to the doctor!”

“Honey, hey Honey, it’s okay.” He takes your hands and pulls his shirt back down before taking your face in his hands and kisses you softly. “I’m okay Honey. I’m okay.” He mutters between kisses.

“You’re going to the doctor.”

“I’m okay.”

“I am not budging on this one.” He sighs heavily but you’re not budging. You’ll have time to do payroll tomorrow.

After you go to the doctor Steve gets x-rays done and it turns out he has three broken ribs.

“Thank you for humoring me.” You tell him from where you’re curled against him in the back of the car Bucky is driving. “What in the world happened?”

“Honey do you really want to know?”

“Just tell me if it’s something I need to be worried about.”

“Not anymore Sweetheart.” He says brushing his fingertips over the skin of your arm.

“Okay,” you hum glancing up at him you see the bruise on his jaw, “I hate that you got hurt.” You tell him brushing the bruising gently with your fingertips. It’s rare that you see him hurt, it’s like he’s always seemed bulletproof and this is a rude wake up call that he’s not.

“It’s gonna happen sometimes.”

“I know. It doesn’t mean I have to like it.” You grumble back and he laughs softly.

“No, it doesn’t.” He agrees, “you know what would make it better though?”

“What’s that?”

“A kiss.”

“You want me to kiss your owies Rogers?” You tease and he hums,

“I’ve heard that the best way to heal them is kissin’ right here.” He points at his lips and you laugh again.

“When we get home and you’ve got ice on your side I’ll make sure to help speed your healing along.”

“Oh?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as Bucky pulls into the garage.

“Not like that you perv!” You laugh, “honestly that might do you more bad than good. But we can make out like horny teenagers if you want.” You promise him as you both climb out of the car.

“Honey that’s not even a question.” Steve says looping his right arm around your shoulders.

“You guys are gross.” Bucky says before dodging a halfhearted attempt at a blow from Steve.

“He’s just jealous.” You tell Steve and you hear Bucky yell,

“Ha!” From the stairwell. You ride the elevator up in silence, Steve tries to get a kiss but you stop him.

“Ice, bed, then kissing.”

“Can we add dinner into that?”

“Of course. I’ll cook, you rest.” You tell him, you dig out some some ice and order him to the couch. As you cook you check on him and every time he’s looking at you with a soft smile on his face. “Okay, what has gotten into you?” You ask as you join him on the couch after dinner.

“You’re so good to me.” He tells you kissing the back of your hand.

“That’s what a relationship is. You had me with the whole Brock shit the least I can do is take care of you now.”

“I’m just glad you’ve decided to stick around.”

“Honestly, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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[kelieah]

going on dates with arvin russell

request (summary): anon: I read one of your head cannons for Arvin the other day and loved it!! Could you do one with a drive-in movie theater where they get a little steamy or another one where they go dancing maybe the reader is shy about dancing and Arvin’s all sweet about it? I just love both date ideas and so much could happen! You don’t have to do either, I know it’s vague but I’m here for just about anything:)

anon: Hey Arvin x reader fluff just going on a date

word count: 1.7k

warnings: fluff fluff luff, lil bit of suggestive content

a/n: ugh the idea of going on a date w arvin fking russell during the 50s? yes pls,, and thank you sm doll! decided to do multiple dates bc yes. also yes i decided to make this a head canon bc im too lazy / busy to write out a whole ass fic, but this is still going to be a long ass head canon so ennnjooooyy i hope ehbejsf

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when you first met arvin you never thought of him as a romantic guy

but oh you were so wrong

so wrong

your first date with arvin was nothing what you’d expect to be

i mean

it’s not like you expected arvin to show up with two cans of beer and a carton of cigarettes 

but you didn’t expect him to go all out either

you remember your first date with that damn boy like it was yesterday

he showed up to your house with a bunch of flowers

you could tell he picked them out from the park or something

but it was the thought that counted and it warmed your heart

god what a sight he was

all doe-eyed

face still mean as hell though

and pretty too of course 

you liked to call him pretty boy and he called you stupid

anyway

his eyebrows were a bit furrowed and knitted together 

but the look in his eye and the small smile on his lips

enough to make any girl swoon

“hey,” he said briefly, pushing out the poor yet lovely flowers in his hands

some were fully bloomed, bright yet dull

some lopping over

some dead

even a little bit of dirt and roots hanging from the end

but you could tell he tried

he tied a bit of woven rope around it all to keep it together

before you could speak he interrupted 

“i– i know girls like flowers. but i couldn’t get you em fancy ones from the store cus. yanno. m’ sorry doll, but this is all i could get,” he held them out again and you gladly took them

“there’s no need to apologize, i love these arvin. thank you,” you smiled and leaned close towards him, kissing his cheek

his cheeks were instantly dusted with pink at your affectionate gesture

“y’ of course. my pleasure. well, uhm. if you’re ready, my car’s parked a bit down the road, cause you said your parents?” he trailed off, glancing behind you.

you nodded and giggled softly

“yea, they usually don’t like it when boys come over. but i don’t give a fuck,” you whispered the last part and sent him a wink

god he loved it when you cursed

he found it kinda hot he told you

he flushed and looked away, chuckling 

“well alright, do you want me to wait in my car?” he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking back at you

“yep, i’ll be out ina jiffy,” you said, about to turn the other way and put the flowers in a vase

“wait,” he coughed while taking a step forward

“yeah, arvin?” you turned back towards him

“you look real pretty,” he complimented you

it was then your turn to blush

“why thank—” before you said anything he turned around and walked off to your car

you always found him such an interesting fella

you giggled to yourself and retreated back into your home

he first took you on a long drive

which honestly scared you a bit

“you sure you’re not taking me somewhere to kill me?” you muttered and looked around

nothing but trees and road was in sight 

“i think,” he replied blankly, one hand on the wheel while the other was on his thigh casually

you blushed at the sight

you weren’t sure why you found it attractive

but you sure did

“how reassuring,” you teased, catching a smirk beginning to curl at the end of his lips

he eventually found a spot and parked on to a hill, that looked over knockemstiff

the sun was setting and the town was dark

it looked absolutely beautiful

he got out of the car and soon opened your door, holding out his hand

you jokingly froze and looked at him suspiciously

“you sure y’ not gonna kill—”

before you could finish your sentence he pulled your arm towards him, holding you close

you let out a squeal and looked at him with a flushed expression

“no, i’d never. you hear me dumb one?” he cupped the side of your face

you blushed and nodded into his touch

“m’ only teasing. jeez.”

he chuckled and pulled you carefully toward the front of his car

“gimme a minute,” he walked off towards the back of his car

you smiled and leaned against his car, looking out at the stunning scenery in front of you

soon arvin came out with a picnic basket

he’d hear you before the both of you went on a date that you loved picnics

so of course, he had to take you on a picnic

it was so sweet

a basket full of sandwiches, pop, and some cheap snacks he managed to buy

with change, he scrounged all over his room, place, and car

the both of you shared your first kiss that night

“i’d genuinely never met a girl like you,” he murmured, looking down at you as lied across his lap

“well i sure as hell never met a boy like you,” you whispered and looked back up at him

you both leaned closer and closer towards each other’s faces

and then pure

bliss

your lips fit perfectly on his

his floppy hair that was surprisingly not hidden underneath a cap fell onto your face

he held your face so gently and you held onto his shirt like you were going to fall 

you both kissed the night away

he’d never put so much effort into dates before

most of his past dates were sexual, but he didn’t tell you that until later

the more dates you two had, the better they got

now this one date you took him on

you don’t know how you did it

but you managed to get the poor boy to go rollerskating with you

and lord

was it a great laugh for you

as soon as the two of you rolled out into the arena

arvin was wobbling all of the place

you had multiple fits of giggles and laugh

“how the hell!” he grunted and continuously slipped

eventually having to hold onto the railing

“honey, you just glide y’ feet,” you snickered and held his hand

“yeah no shit. it’s like m’ a goddamn baby again learning how to fucking walk,” he muttered frustratingly underneath his breath

“awe you poor poor baby,” you teased and squeezed his hand. “just watch me lover, look at me feet. move with me, ready?” 

he nodded and stared at you closely

you began to move your feet slowly, watching him as he watched you

“yes! see you’re getting there, slowly. yep. wow arvin, didn’t think ya had it in y—”

course

before you could even finish your praise

he let out a loud yelp while slipping, bringing you down in the process

you landed on his chest

he let out a grunt, holding you up before you could hurt yourself more

you both looked at each other in disbelief and burst out in laughter

it was moments like these where the both of you truly enjoyed each other’s presence

some dates were steamier than the other

the two of you were supposed to be watching the movie

while in his car and snacking

but of course y’all couldn’t keep your hands of each of other

his hand was already up your skirt 

caressing your skin

while your tongues pressed against each other

your hand tangled in his hair

you felt his finger brush against your lower area and you gasped in response

yeah you and arvin had made out before

but it’s never gotten farther than that

so lil touches like that surprised you

“oh m’ sorry baby doll. did you not like that?” he pulled his hand away immediately

he cupped your face with his other hand and looked at you with pure concern

you blushed and shook your head 

“no i liked it. i’m just scared, but you can continue. please?” you leaned into his touch

“okay, i got you,” he smirked slightly and pushed his hand back under your skirt

let’s just say

you saw fireworks for the first time that night

and not any typical fireworks

as the weeks went on

you and arvin were inseparable 

everyday was a date and the both of you couldn’t be happier

one day he really surprised you

he got you and him tickets to some dinner and dance

“ain’t no way, you, arvin russell got these,” you looked down at the tickets in your hand

“gee thanks darlin’, but yes. i did get these, for us,” he stuffed his hands in pockets and looked down at the ground sheepishly

you let out a loud squeal that scared the hell out of him

you jumped into his arms and crushed his bones while hugging him

he laughed softly and held you up, spinning you around

honestly, you thought the two of you would just go for the food

for some reason you didn’t think he’d like the dancing

but oh were you wrong

again

“c’ mon beautiful,” he begged and dragged your hand toward the dance floor

“i don’t know about dancing baby, you know me,” you whined and hesitantly followed

“oh yes i do know you y/n. and i know i got you tied around my finger. so you know damn well you’re going to dance with me right now,” he said lowly underneath his breath, leaning close toward your face

his hot breath fanning your skin and sending chills throughout your face

cocky motherfucker

you huffed and glared up at him, “yea i know, i know.”

“okay perfect, follow my lead gorgeous,” he placed his hands around your hips while he brought your arms to snake around his neck

“n-now what?” you said awkwardly, your body still a bit stiff

usually he’d hate to do this in such a crowd but since you were there with him

he felt like it was just you and him

all alone

that’s always how you made him felt 

like it was you and him against the world

“i got you. alright? just move with me, it’s just you and me. don’t focus on nobody but us,” he murmured softly and began to sway

you smiled timidly and swayed along with him

you kept your eyes on your shoes, afraid to step on him

“don’t worry about that, just look at me angel,” he reassured

you sighed and looked back up at him, “mk. since when did you dance?”

“mama taught me when i was a kid, she’d dance with me,” he confessed sheepishly

your eyes softened 

“i love you,” you nuzzled your nose against his

his heart hammered in his chest at those three goddamn words

“shit,” he mumbled as his cheeks burned red

“w- what?” you said a bit panicked, about to pull back

he pulled your body closer and embraced you while pressing his lips against yours

you complied and kissed him back, smiling against his lips

he moved back and placed his forehead against yours, “i love you a lot more, flower.”

and right then and there

you just knew you were the luckiest girl in the world

to be able to be with someone like him

to be able to go on dates like these with arvin russell

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[mudhorn-djarin19]

Mission: I Do - Chp. 2 (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: A new mission has come up and you are sent off on it with Agent Whiskey as your partner. However, you have to go undercover as his fiancee. What will this mission mean for you and your harboring crush on him? This chapter is the set up to the mission. This chapter's not the most entertaining and I apologize for that. It's basically a build up/keep the flow going chapter lol. Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, alcohol usage (tipsy), poisoning, mutual pining (please let me know if I missed any) AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my taglist here! Chp. 1 - more chapters to come! (Will be added here and in taglist) You awake the next morning to yourself being enveloped in warmth. It was comforting but definitely something new to you. You shot your eyes open to find yourself snuggled into Jack’s chest. You nervously panicked and slid back, waking him up in the process.

“Mhm. What’s wrong?” He groans, his voice raspy with sleep. He then notices his hand placed on your hip. You both look up and eye each other before he removes it. “Well… not sure how we got like that. But my apologies.” He chuckles lightly, removing his hand. “It’s okay. I uh.. I somehow moved in my sleep as well.” You chuckle nervously.  “I’m um...going to go get dressed for the day.” You say as you spring up from the bed.

Jack rolls over and looks at the clock to see it’s 10am “Yea better we get dressed, head down for some breakfast and then make our way down to the convention. Get this show on the road.” 

You crawl from the bed and head over to the closet where you had stored your clothes for the trip, going over what you think would be best to wear. You wanted to look nice but nothing too over the top. “I’m going to change in the bathroom and put my makeup on.” You as you step in and shut the door behind you. “Alright, I’ll get dressed out here a while. Jack replies.

Several minutes past before you return from the bathroom. You decided on a simple white sundress with some sandals. You find Jack laying back on the bed. Fully dressed in his normal attire he wears when off duty. Jeans, a plain white t-shirt, boots and his favorite black cowboy hat. He sits up and whistles when he sees you.

“Well don’t you just look gorgeous. All dolled up.” He smirks, eyeing you over. 

You blush slightly, looking down to try to hide it. You didn’t think you had done anything too crazy. You were just wearing simple casual clothes in your opinion. But, apparently to him you looked amazing. “Thank you Jack.” You respond, blushing lightly. 

“I’ve ordered us room service breakfast so it should be here any minute now. We can go over the case  a bit more while we eat.” He says.

Not long after breakfast arrives, you two sit at the little table in the foyer of the room and go over the mission. Jack pulls out his file from his suitcase, going over pictures of the main culprit and anyone else Statesman had pulled files on that are working with the culprit.

“So we need to find the main guy, what company or companies he controls and any of his crew. Take them all down and prevent anymore kidnappings or bombings. The other agents were sent out to spots designated where anyone kidnapped previously been noted to do rescues.” He says, closing the file. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Champ said we have a few locations to keep in our peruse. The convention, a local restaurant, the hotel here itself and a local club. We have a week to complete the mission which is more than enough.” 

You nod listening to him explain as you sip your coffee. This is going to be a long and interesting weekend. Surely is going to be pulling all sorts of ways at your heartstrings. Looking at wedding stuff, sharing a bed and who knows what else for a potential week. You two finish your breakfast and gear up for the day. Jack tucks his whip and lasso to his belt so they’re hidden, while you strap a pistol and knife to your thigh. Always got to be prepared for any potential danger.

Arriving at the venue, you see it’s a large warehouse building full of tables and tables of business to help you plan your wedding. From venues, catering, clothing and more. You hope someday you can actually experience this for real, and hope even more than it could be with Jack who stands beside you. As you take everything in, you feel Jack’s hand grip yours gently, sliding the ring onto your finger. “Forgot that this mornin’. Might need it to keep the cover.” He says. “Oh. Right, sorry. Thank you for remembering.” You respond.

“Of course darlin’. What else is a future husband for?” He smirks, sliding his hand into yours. Interlocking his fingers with yours. 

Lord have mercy… this mission might actually kill you if Jack keeps up his flirtiness on top of everything else.

“Shall we get to perusing?” He says, motioning his hand to the venue. You pull him through the aisles, stopping at a few tables to look at things to seem like actually wedding planning. You decide to stop at a dress stand to look over some dresses for the lady running the booth seemed to match the description of one of the crewmates. “Honey, come look at these!” You shout to him, waving your hand. Jack looks in your direction, noticing why you called him to that booth. He slips on his glasses and hits the button to activate the hidden camera before coming over. Making sure while he made his way over to get the lady’s face in frame and the name of the supposed company. “What do you think of this one?” You ask. Pulling out a long lace sleeved, off the shoulder dress. “Would you like to try it on?” The lady asks.

“Oh uh… I-” You start to say.

“Go on. Try it on. I like it very much. Why you do so, I’ll discuss things with the lady here.” Jack smiles. 

You nod and head into the little changing rooms the lady has while Jack talks to her, hopefully getting some good information out of her. After a few minutes and working to get the dress on you step out from the changing booth to stand in front of Jack and the booth lady. Jack's eyes widen and he about drops his jaw to the floor before he quickly straightens himself out and clears his throat. “Wow darlin’, you look… beautiful.” He smiles, eyeing you over.

“Th-thank you.” You blush, looking down.

“That dress suits you very much! Allow me to give you my business card for future fittings if you’re interested in the dress.” The lady smiles, handing you the card. You gladly take it. Solid, got a location of where potential kidnappings could be happening. You smile and look yourself over one more time before heading back into the changing booth to change back into the clothes you arrived in. You exit the booth and make your way around to some other booths, seeing if any of the runners catch your eyes as crewmates or the main culprit. You go down a few aisles until Jack pulls you into a venue booth. “You know darlin’ I always dreamed of a barn wedding. Something about them is just so simple but elegant all the same. What do you think?” He asks.

As you enter the booth the host greets you and you instantly recognize him to be the main culprit. Thank god Jack still has his glasses on and is recording the whole thing so you can send it back to Ginger later tonight and inform her you found him.

“Hello sir. Ma'am.” He nods his head to you. “I see you are interested in our venue?” He asks.

“Yes sir. Always found myself fond of a rustic barn wedding. But, the decision of the venue is ultimately up to my fine lady here.” He says turning to you.

“I think a barn wedding sounds very nice honey.” You smile. “I’d love to get more information on the venue if we could.”

“Certainly.” The guy smiles, handing you two some pamphlets on the venue, going over information with you and etc. “The venue is my own family's barn. It’s a 200 year old property but we keep it well maintained and we have a bed and breakfast on the property for you and your family to stay at the day and night before.” 

“Sounds lovely to me.” Jack smiles. “We shall take this information and discuss but I think I’m hooked already.” You nod in agreement and part your ways from the guy. Jack leans down to whisper in your ear as you walk away, but hiding it so it looks like he’s kissing you instead.

“That’s definitely him. Hopefully we can run into him again later to corner him and take him down. Good job on finding the other lady. Let me know if you spot anything else and I will do the same for you.” He states.

You nod in response and continue to work your way through the aisles. Looking around to some venues, not really seeing any other people you recognize to be suspicious. But to keep your cover you do pull each other into some booths. Jack pulls you into a catering booth when he sees some good looking food to try. You chuckle as he tastes just about everything there is, handing you pieces to try as well. You manage to pull him into a few booths too, one being a ring booth that caught your eye. You don’t notice him watching you as you eye over your favorites.

Once you two have perused most of the aisles, not finding anything else and realizing it’s getting pretty late in the day you decide to call it a day for the convention. “It’s getting close to dinner time. I’m hungry. How about you?” He asks.

“Definitely. Those little bites of food here and there didn’t stick with me much.” You chuckle.

“Come on, I know of a good place you should try.” He says, leading you to the car. 

Jack decided to treat you to a local fast food favorite, Whataburger. Being a man from the south he knew of all the popular joints. You were raised in the big city of New York, only ever having traveled to new places once joined the Statesman. So any chance you could get to check out a regional thing when on a trip you took the opportunity. You two sat in the pickup truck that was rented for the weekend, chowing down on your food in silence.

“See I told you it was some good shit.” He chuckles.

“Mhm” Is all you can make out as you continue to devour your food.

Once finished eating and back at the hotel you scramble around trying to figure out what to wear. You were to go to the local club up the street tonight to see if you could catch the culprit or anyone there by chance. You’ve been to clubs before on many missions but, you always have a hard time deciding what to wear. You want to fit in but also don’t want to stand out too much. Jack layed back on the bed, sending the information from today over to Champ as you paced back and forth in the room from the dresser to the bathroom. He had already changed as soon as you got back. And by changed, he swapped his white t-shirt for an army green t-shirt and threw on his go to black leather jacket. You finally settled on another dress and slipped into the bathroom for the final time to slip it on and fix your makeup some. 

“Um Jack?” You step out of the bathroom.

He sits up on his elbow from his spot on the bed and about drops his jaw at the sight of you, for the second time today. Whistling at you once again. 

“Damn darlin’... You keep shocking me with your looks. Everytime I think you can’t get more beautiful you do.” He smirks, eyeing you over. 

You chose to wear a silky and almost skin tight all black dress that stopped about mid thigh and had thin spaghetti straps. You blush at his compliment.

“Thank you. Um, do you mind helping me zip the rest of it up?” You say as you step closer and turn your back towards him.

“Not at all.” He says standing and helping you zip the rest of your dress up, knuckles brushing lightly against your skin as he does which sends shivers through your body.

“Thank you. Ready to go?” You ask and you walk over to the door to slip on your pair of heels. 

“Yup. Got your weapons just in case?” He asks as he pats his torso then back knowing his are secured in a  hidden pocket of his jacket and belt.  

You point to your purse where you had your weapons stowed away as they wouldn’t be hidden too well on your person right now.. “Yup. All set.”

“Alrighty, well then let’s goin’!” He says and you both step out to head to the club up the street.

You two walk into the club, Jack has his arm around your waist and leads you over to a free table where you both sit and take a look over of your location. So far no culprit or crew members to be seen. Hopefully they’ll show up eventually. 

“I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?” He asks.

“Um sure. A cocktail please. Anything.” You smile.

He nods and heads off to the bar, leaving you at the table. As you wait you see some of the crew members walk in. Recognizing them from the pictures. Two males and one female. Jack returns shortly with a margarita for you and a glass of his namesake for himself. 

“Jack, three arrived.” You nod your head towards them. The guys standing at the bar and the girl making her way to dance on the dance floor. “I’m going to try to talk to the girl. I’ll be back.” 

You down your drink in one sitting and make your way to the dance floor. This will surely bite you in the ass later but for now who cares. He watches as you make your way over and then focuses his attention back to the two men. You find your groove to the music and work your way over to the girl and start to strike up a conversation with her as you dance. 

“Hey! I like your moves.” You smile at her, starting off friendly. 

“Thanks, you got some good ones too. And your dress is very pretty.” She smiles back. “Not from around here are you?” “No. I’m here for the bridal convention with my fiancee.”  You nod your head over to Jack sitting at the table, sipping at his drink. 

As she turns her head to look in his direction, you quickly drop some poison provided to you and Whiskey both by the agency into her drink. She seems so nice and you hate to do it to her but she is working for the enemy and you need to weed them all out one by one no matter the means. 

“Well congrats girl.” She smiles back. “Welcome to town. Hope the planning is going well.”

“Thank you. What’s your name?” You ask, giving her yours.”

“I’m Nicole. Nice to meet you.” She smiles. 

“Are you from around here?” You ask and start to delve into a conversation with her, getting to know her, slowly picking her brain and getting some useful information out of her that she slips up on about the culprit and other crew members. 

Once you wrap up your conversation you make your way back over to Jack who has now moved himself over to the bar.

“Okay. Got some information out of her and dropped the poison in. Did you get any information from the guys?” You ask.

“Yup. We can compare notes when we get back to the room.” He says, sipping his new glass of whiskey the bartender hands him.

He slides another margarita over to you as well, having ordered one for you in your absence for when you return. You smile and nod in a way to thank him for it but as you start to sip on it you realize the mistake you made. You can already feel the last one you downed far too quickly hitting you, this one is surely to knock you off your feet. But, you shake it off and continue to sip on it as Jack does his.

“We can probably head out of here whenever you are ready. The poison will kick into them within an hour. No more action needed to be done to them and between the both of us we probably got more than enough information until we come across their boss or other crew members.” He says.

As he says this you really feel the alcohol kicking into your system. Your sensibility going out the door as the buzzed feeling takes over you. 

“Jack, I wanna dance.” You state.

“Okay? So then go dance. Ain’t nothing stoppin’ ya. I said we can leave whenever you want to. If you want to stay and dance some go for it.” He says.

“No. I wanna dance with you.” You say smiling at him.

“Well now I’m not much of a dancer darlin’. I ain’t got no rhythm.” 

You pout at him, and finish off the rest of your drink. You grab his hand and tug at him a bit, trying to get him to change his mind and budge off the stool. He sighs deeply and finally stands, giving into your needs.

“Fine fine. I’ll join ya. But don’t complain at how bad I am.” He chuckles, waving his hands at you.

You grab his hands and drag him to the dance floor, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying to the music. He places his hands on your hips and sways with you as best as he can. He doesn’t have much rhythm but he’s not as bad as he made himself sound out to be. You two sway and dance to the music for a while until you start to feel sick. Man you knew you were a lightweight but you didn’t know it was this bad. How strong were those margaritas?! You stop dancing and look up at Jack.

“I feel sick. Can we go?” You pout.

“Certainly. Going to be okay to make it the short walk back?” He asks.

You make your way back to the hotel and as soon as you get back you crash onto the bed and pass out. Whatever was in the drink was strong and was killing your head. Taglist: @sarahjkl82-blog​ @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange​ @blackberries45​ @hailmary-yramliah​ @prideandpascal​ 

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Getting to know  Oluu’chi !

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tagging: @theloveofmutation​ @hermitthehermit​  YOU ALL

Name?  Oluu’chi Tih’Vulah

Are you single?  Mhm, it ain’t all that bad.~

Are you happy?  “ currently a little.

Are you angry? “Try not to be but it’s hard “

Are your parents still married?  “In a sense, very much! “

NINE FACTS

Birth Place?  “Right at this ranch! “

Hair Color?  “ ah... autumn colored with a hint of cream fawn spots?“

Eye Color? “ cyan as my papa’s flame~ “

Birthday? “ er... something something December? “

Mood?  “ easy going “

Gender?  “ enby doe leaning~ “

Summer or winter? “ Summer, for the longer days. Winter for the lack of work needed to do“

Morning or afternoon? “ Morning! it’s peaceful time to go on a trot around the territory.~“

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love? “not at the moment no, sorry darlin.”

Do you believe in love at first sight?  “ eh... I suppose? Don think it’s for a lot of people, and hell it may be for others!”

Who ended your last relationship?  “ them.. “

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?  -just lets out a tiny snort-

Are you afraid of commitments?  “J-Just a little- But not entirely”

Have you hugged someone within the last week?  “ Definitely!“

Have you ever had a secret admirer?  “ I’m not sure, I could! “

Have you ever broken your own heart? “ Unfortunately. “

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust? “ Love~ “

Lemonade or iced tea?  “ lemonade with little honey~ “

Cats or Dogs? “both~”

A few best friends or many regular friends? “Regular friends, ya can find your few best pals with in em~ Always nice to see regular faces anyhow!

A wild night out or romantic night in? “ a good fifty fifty for me “

Day or night? “ Day course darlin! “

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out? “ Yup. “

Fallen down/up the stairs? “ Snort, that one time yeah! “

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?  “ It comes n goes “

Wanted to disappear?  “ who hasn’t, J.W’s lake and the fae there is good for those things.“

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes? “ Eyes, ya can fake a smile but ya can’t fake genuine emotion through the eyes! “

Shorter or Taller?  “ Either “

Intelligence or Attraction?  “ whichever~ “

Hook-up or Relationship? “ Always down for both.~ “

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along?  “ I do! I really do, my pa and me were a little rough around the edges. Always had high expectations for doin the right things. Got a little rebellious cuz of it, ahah...“

Would you say you have a “messed up life”? “ It could? that phase of mine gotten me into some really close calls and nasty falls. But that’s been my choice to live I suppose “

Have you ever ran away from home? “ Couple of times yea! “

Have you ever gotten kicked out?  “ Never! My pa wouldn’t allow that in the slightest! “

FRIENDS  

Do you secretly hate one of your friends? “ Ya actually think I’d put up with a friend I actually hate, darlin? “

Do you consider all of your friends to be good friends?  “Theres some that gotta reach that point but, yes I’d like to think so~ “

Who is your best friend?  “ Zal’amai!~ They seem talkative at first, but once ya get to know em they’re reaal quiet. The listener type for sure, but I don’t mind~  “

Who knows everything about you? “ probably zal “

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A love left behind - Chapter 6

Summary: Your dad owns a ranch in between Thieves Landing and Armadillo, doing business with both Blackwater, Armadillo and Tumbleweed. One day three strange men show up on your land, a man with a scar across his face, an old bearded man whose horse has a literal mustache, and a tall and handsome man, both black and indian you think. What are they doing here and how will you deal with them?

(Credit goes to elenafishersps1 again, I really liked it for this story and I hope it’s alright that I use it, if it’s not then please let me know)

(Warnings: talk of violence, mentioning torture, a tiny bit of blood, the Skinner Brothers is a warning in itself, also this fic is pretty long, I apolegize)

You stretched as you woke up, the sun shining through the window and straight into your eye, making you groan. You sat up in your bed, looking around as you tried to remember yesterday, you didn’t remember coming home, or taking off your shoes, but you remember riding out with Charles, you remember the bracelet he gave you, and you remember kissing him, and telling him about Albert. Your cheeks turned bright red as you thought of the kiss you and Charles had shared, your fingers gently grazing your lips, as if you could still feel his lips on yours. You changed and put on your boots, going outside to do your chores for the day, your cheeks still burning up as you replayed how his lips fit perfectly with yours, how soft they were, how gentle his hands were and how gentle he was with you, you almost didn’t notice your dad, almost bumping into him, but he caught you just in time “woah, watch where you’re goin’ sweetheart” he chuckled low, but noticing your bright red cheeks he instantly grew concerned “darlin’ are you alright? Your cheeks are bright red” you blushed even more at this, holding your cheeks as if it’d rub the color off “y-yeah I’m fine pa, just uh-... I’m fine” you cleared your throat, shuffling awkwardly “honey maybe you should take the day off, you look a bit off” you frowned at him “but-”

“No, no, take the day off honey, I got some men comin’ to help me anyway” you frowned confused at his words “what? How?” your dad shrugged, a proud smile on his lips “well, since them Del Lobos ain’t bothering us no more, he finally have enough money for ranch hands, it’ll be fine darlin’, take the day off”, you nodded slowly at his words “alright I’ll… I’ll be at Beecher’s Hope, see if they need any help” you shrugged, going to saddle up (Y/H/N), your Father following with a frown “so I give you the day off so you can go work somewhere else?” he scoffed, making you turn to him “fine, maybe not work, unless they need help” your father thought for a second “are you goin’ to see that black fella?” he asked suspiciously, making your cheeks burn up “n-no! Pa I’m just going to see if they need help, that’s all” you quickly put on the saddle and led (Y/H/N) out of the stables “besides” you made sure everything was in place before saddling up “it ain’t like there’s something going on between Mr. Smith and I” you shrugged, biting your lip as you thought about last night, earning a look from your father that said that he didn’t exactly believe you “well, he did bring you home last night… but just be safe, ya hear me?” you nodded, giving him a brief smile before riding off.

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You got off your horse, taking the reins and leading it to the front of the house, seeing another horse there, it was large, very large, and had a mean look in it’s eye, but you couldn’t deny how beautiful it was, and you took a second to admire it. 

“Who’re you?” you jumped at the voice, looking up to see a woman with a gun in her hand, a long coat, red vest and pants, her long hair was pulled into a braid that went down her back, her hair was a dirty blonde and she had a wild look in her eyes “I-I… my name’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m uh… I’m here to see Mr. Smith?” you hitched your horse next to the other, turning to look at her fully “why?” you were taken aback by her boldness “uhm-... to… see him?” you narrowed your eyes at this woman, she looked like she thought it over for a second “Adler” he greeted, and you smiled softly at her “it’s a pleasure to meet you miss-”

“Mrs.” she corrected, making you nod “oh, sorry” she shrugged “ain’t no harm done. Why’re you here to see Charles?” this time it was your turn to shrug “I uh-... work on a ranch and uhm, Mr. Marston has done a lot of business with that ranch and so has Mr. Smith” you looked you up and down “yeah, but why are you here to see Charles?” Why was she acting like you were an enemy? You reconsidered coming here, backing up slightly “I’m sorry I-... I’ll go” you turned around and went to your horse, unhitching the reins and getting ready to saddle up “(Y/N)?” you turned to see John, sending a soft smile his way “well, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Sadie looked to John before back to you “you know her?” she questioned, John shrugging “yeah she’s been real helpful” John admitted, making Sadie nod “ah, sorry for bein’ so rude earlier miss” she nodded your way and you smiled at her “ain’t no harm done” you repeat her words, making her scoff as she looked away, slightly amused.

“You’re here to see Charles?” John asked, and your cheeks turned bright red “I uh-... yea-... I mean yes” John laughed low “I’ll go get him” John walked off towards the barn, and you nodded, standing by your horse as the woman, Mrs. Adler walked down the steps to the house, reaching her hand out for you to greet “name’s Sadie” she smiled at you, and you shook her hand “a pleasure to meet you, Sadie Adler”. You turned when Sadie looked behind you, seeing John and Charles talk as they approached you, and your cheeks, once again, turned red at the sight of Charles, Sadie smirking at you “well, I best be off” she said as John and Charles reached you two, and you watched her saddle up on her horse and ride off without another word.

“Hello” you smiled up at Charles as he greeted you “hi…” you mumbled, John standing there awkwardly before almost just gliding away. You just held each other’s gaze for a few moments, before you cleared your throat, breaking eye contact as you looked down “I uh… I wanted to say thank you, for bringing me home yesterday” you looked back up at him, seeing him already looking at you with a soft smile, having noticed the bracelet still around your wrist, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at the sight “well, I couldn’t just leave you out in the desert” his comment made you chuckle a bit “right, but still… thank you” he nodded, scratching his neck as he looked down at the dirt “so uhm- do you- do you maybe want to go somewhere?” you asked, mostly surprising yourself. Charles was a gentleman, and knowing what you’d been through with Albert, he wasn’t about to ask you into town or anything, wanting to give you your space, but your question took him by surprise “I-... yes, if you’d have me” you shrugged at his words “wouldn’t have asked otherwise” you smirked at him, earning a smile on his lips, one that you adored, just like all of the rest.

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You arrived at a river, just near the edge of Tall Trees, the trees barely a few feet away from you, giving you a bit of shade while not blocking the sun entirely. Saddling off and sitting down on a small grass hill, Charles right behind you as he did the same as you, saddling off and sitting down next to you. You both just watched the sky in silence, Charles occasionally sneaking a glance or two at you, admiring your features. “I-... I appreciate what you told me yesterday, you didn’t have to but you did anyway” he broke the silence, making you nod as you looked down at the grass “yes well… it’s not something I normally speak of'”, you mumbled, a bit embarrassed that you told him in the first place, Charles hummed low at you response “I-... I was once in a gang” you frowned as you looked at him, though he wasn’t looking at you, just watching the water flow in the river “I-... it was like a family… they treated me well enough, for a man with a colored father and an indian mother” he admitted, looking down at the grass, “I rode with them for a few months, maybe five or six, and it was good, we didn’t just hurt people for the sake of it. We killed when he had to, not when we wanted to. I met this fella in the gang, Arthur, he-... wasn’t necessarily a good man, but he did a lot of good, he helped some, even when he got nothing out of it. He helped John, saved his life multiple times, helped me as well” you put a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him finally look at you, and seeing your soft look made him more relieved than you could ever imagine, you didn’t shun him for his past, you didn’t mind his past. “What happened?” you asked as you moved closer to him “well… we-... turns out someone was telling on us, someone had betrayed us, within the gang… and Arthur was just about the only person who knew, he tried in the end, he did. We broke apart, I wasn’t there when it happened and I regret that a lot. But Arthur saved John, when all went to hell, he didn’t seem like the type but he was good in the end” you hummed low as you thought it over, Charles had been an outlaw, a member of a gang “which gang was it?” Charles tensed up at this, wondering if he should tell you, he didn’t want to scare you away and he had taken a big leap of faith telling you this much already.

After a little while of thought he responded “the Van Der Linde gang” you hummed low again “the one who was responsible for the Blackwater Massacre?” you frowned, Charles giving a gentle nod, making you think for a second before sighing “I knew something was up”, you admitted, making Charles look at you “no one can take on an entire gang and leave with barely a scratch” you shrugged and Charles couldn’t help but smile at your words “yeah… well I left it behind, and… I won’t be here for long” he admitted, making the small smile that had formed on your lips vanish, a part of you wanting to ask why and another wanting him to stay, no matter what. 

“Why?” you finally managed to get the words out, ignoring the urge to cry as it suffocated you “why are you leaving?” you looked away as Charles looked at you again “I-... I’ve seen the life John has, a family… and I’d like to try it” he admitted, a part of you warmed by his words, another growing even colder “well. I hope you find a wife you like then” you got up, your words seeming colder than you had intended. You walked to your horse, about to saddle up when you felt a hand on your wrist, turning you as you saw Charles “I didn’t mean it like that I-” he sighed, about to give up when he decided to take a leap of faith “I-... maybe-... maybe you… could come with me?” you avoided your gaze, his cheeks a much darker shade than before, due to the fact that he was blushing “you… you want me with you when you leave?” you turned to fully face him, moving your wrist out of his grasp and gently held his hand as he nodded. You couldn’t help the smile form on your lips “I-... where would we go?” he shrugged, looking back to your face “anywhere, we could go north, to Canada, settle down somewhere” he smiled as she stared into you (E/C) eyes, making you almost melt, your lips forming on their way to say one word, one word that you so badly wanted to say, but then he popped up in your head, all the pretty things Albert promised you, and your smile vanished.

You slipped your hand out of his “I-...can’t” was all you said as you looked away, Charles frowning as he searched your face for something, anything. Once he found nothing, he nodded, looking away “I understand…” he took a step back, and it actually hurt, it hurt to have him removed from your presence. You bit your lip in thought, thinking it all over. Charles had already proved to be nothing like Albert, he respected your no, he cared for you, he brought you home after you fell asleep, put you to bed, he listened to you, he heard what you said, he took into account what you said. And in a moment of bravery you grabbed his hand, pulling him to you and standing on the tip of your toes, reaching up and kissing him. At first he was shocked, to say the least, but then he eased into it, his hands finding their way to your hips as he kissed you back, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

Once you parted you looked at him, and he looked at you, leaning his forehead against yours. You sighed in almost bliss as you closed your eyes, just feeling his skin against yours, his hands on your hips, the way he held you with such care.

You were however cut off by a few gunshots and screams, making you part and Charles putting you behind him out of instinct. Charles watched the tree line, sawed off shotgun out and in another hand a tomahawk, watching carefully for any sign of movement “Charles?” your voice sounded more shaky than you would have liked, but then again you couldn’t deny being scared right now. Charles made sure nothing was around before turning to you, holstering his weapons and lifting you up in your own saddle like you weighed nothing “go, ride home, take the route through Blackwater and then STAY as far away from this region as possible” you shook your head at him, the second he turned around you hopped down “I’m not leaving you” you snapped, making him look to you, his face held worry but his eyes held adoration, studying your face before another gunshot, this time closer, brought him back to reality “please, (Y/N), go” you scoffed, getting out your own gun from your saddle bag “I have a father, Mr. Smith, I know how to shoot a gun” you watched the tree line as he did, gun ready “I don’t doubt that but please”

“No I’m not leaving you! I’m staying-”

“I can’t lose you too!” your eyes grew wide at his statement as he looked at you, and you swore that just for a tiny split second, you saw tears in the corners of his eyes. You gently cupped his scarred cheek “I ain’t going nowhere” you gave him a peck on the lips, watching him breathe out in a mix of despair and relief. You both looked back to the tree line, watching movement in the distance, Charles looked around, grabbing your hand, sending your horses away and dragging you to hide behind a tree as he did the same with another tree, on your right side. You made sure your gun was loaded, cocking it and waiting patiently as Charles did the same, though his eyes were on you far more than he would have liked, worrying too much about your safety.

You breathed out as you heard laughter, screaming and gunshots coming closer to you, and you instantly knew who it was when you heard men laughing and yelling at some poor fella who they were bringing along to torture. The Skinner Brothers, sick, deluded, violent and angry men on a rampage through the land, their only goal was to torture for their own amusement, with no goal behind it other than the torture and pleasure they got out of doing it and seeing it, and they were especially fond of scalping and flaying.

You glanced at Charles, seeing how he was hesitant to start a fight, and it made you smile, he truly was a peaceful man, he could take care of business if needed, but he didn’t want a fight, he didn’t want bloodshed. You exhaled as you thought they had passed, relaxing behind the tree when suddenly someone grabbed your hair, pulled you out of cover and put a knife to your throat, a gasp and yelp leaving your throat. Charles’ eyes widened at the sight of the knife against your throat, he felt sick by the idea of that knife cutting open your skin, blood spewing out and all color draining from your skin, the life leaving your eyes, he felt sick to his stomach at the thought. “Got a live one here boys! And a pretty one” the man snickered, and you especially didn’t like how he yanked at your hair when he called you pretty. Charles was about to attack the man holding you when the barrel of another gun was pressed against his back “Charles no” you whimpered, you despised how that was the only thing you could do, whimper as you could watch Charles get shot at any minute “oh well well, what do we have here boys, a pretty little thing and a black bear” you grunted as the man holding Charles at gunpoint dared to say something like that “say that again and I’ll-” you yelped as you felt the blade being pressed further into your skin” you’ll what, girl?” the man holding you hissed, and you winced in pain at how hard he gripped your hair. Charles saw red when he saw you wince in pain, but he couldn’t do anything, you could easily get hurt in this situation, either by them or in the crossfire, so he had to do nothing, a fact he wished desperately that you knew beforehand. You winced again as you studied the man holding Charles at gunpoint “where the rest of your girls at? Too scared to fight us? Just showed how dumb you two really are” Charles frowned at your words but quickly caught onto what you were doing, if there were just two of them, besides the poor fella they had dropped soemwhere before ambushing you, then this could work, you could get out of this. “Shut up girlie! We gonna take you back to camp, let the others have some fun with you and skinning the black bear over there” you grunted “don’t call him that!” you snapped, making the two men chuckle. You winced as you felt a tiny cut against your throat, followed by something warm running down from where the knife was shoved further against your throat, and you closed your eyes as you tried not to make another sound, the Skinner Brothers enjoyed toying with people, and that included hearing them scream in pain. However, the cold blade of the knife was quickly removed as a grunt and a gunshot was heard, the man holding you falling to the ground, dead, and the man in front of Charles was on the ground, knocked out. Charles had gotten the other man’s gun, knocked him out and shot the one holding you. You instantly ran to Charles, hugging him tightly as you breathed out in relief, Charles hugging you back as he stared at the dead man and then the unconscious. Pulling away and seeing your throat bleeding, although very lightly, he frowned “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you shook your head “I was the one who decided to stay, and I’m glad I did” you gave his cheek a peck, watching him almost turn into jelly at your words and touch, but he still studied your wound “let’s get you cleaned up” he gently caressed your cheek before whistling, both of your horses trotting over, letting you saddle up and ride for Beecher’s Hope.