#his ass bone hurt so bad. damn.

[disemboweled-fish-pastry]

☆ Can we please talk about my poor guy having back problems??? Thank you. ☆

Look at this sad, pathetic excuse for a chair my honey has to deal with for a majority of the day. Darling, let me trade you, gamer chair isn't great for ergonomics either, but anything is better than this hell scape you put yourself through on a daily basis. No wonder he opts to go to the internet cafe as often as he does. Is this some twisted part of his masochism? Honey... there are other ways, you don't have to do this to yourself.

#mystic messenger #yoosung kim #mysme yoosung #mm yoosung #yoosung #I mean look at this thing. It doesn't even have cusions #his ass bone hurt so bad. damn. #can't even roll away or spin like fidgety adhd person must #The discipline #on the list of worst cruel and unusual punishments: water torture. isolation. iron maiden. Yoosung Kim's chair. being lit on fire. #smashing fingers. blinding a man in the eye. laying on a bed of spikes. walking on burning coals. overdpsing on whatever liquid estacy bs.. #that Rika made #... #kidney stones. child borth. boredom. seiza. being in a room with super bright lights with white walls. light mode. turning off the heater d #during the winter.. ok those are things I do actually lol #except child birth. haven't done that yet. panic attack. #crucifixion #MM*Analysis

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Beef

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?" EDIT: I saw this same request being written by another writer and I want to say, don't send multiple writers the same exact request. I find this super disrespectful.

This one took some turns of its own while writing, I hope it's to your liking!!

When his group first came to the community you were excited. Finally you'd have a real huntsman around to share experiences with, you had missed it so bad.

Before the fall your family owned a shop, your father a butcher and your mother a taxidermist. You and your siblings learned every skill from hunting to skinning, prepping and using each part of the animal so none would go to waste. You hadn't hunted in so long, you weren't sure if you still could hunt succesfully. Even now you'd donate large, strong antlers and bones to the blacksmith in Hilltop to use in weaponmaking. You donated the furs you didn't fashion into items yourself to the seamstresses and prepped each type of meat for meals.

But somehow the new hunter didn't take the shared interests as something positive.

He brought you animals, yes. But never without throwing a judgy look around your workplace. Even when he came in with someone else who'd compliment your clean work he'd only scoff, dump his kills and head back out.

"Sheesh, what crawled up his ass?" The large moustached man laughed. You only shrugged as you lugged the deer behind your counter. "Hell if I know. Ain't digging it out tho. He seems to be doing okay with everyone except for me.." You returned the laugh while the man who's name slipped your mind helped you put the deer on your workbench, only to quickly drop the fake smile and leaning against your workbench.

You thanked him with a sigh and he gave you that look that told you to spill your thoughts.

"Fine. It sucks he's so weird. It'd be awesome to have a partner to do all of this with and to go hunt with." You busied yourself sharpening yuour knives, clearly still annoyed by the whole ordeal. "And..?" The long winded drawl made you roll your eyes at the man's persistance.

"And he's drop dead gorgeous, okay? There. I said it. I have a crush on the man. Happy no-- Ah fuck!" Your knife hit the floor with a clatter as you grabbed at your bleeding hand.

"Alright, up and out withya. To the doc we go." You were led to the infirmary and passed the source of your annoyance on the way.

Not that you were listening, but you still caught his voice in passing. "Damn folk 'ere don't know how ta do shit." You caught his glance in your direction and if you weren't busy keeping yourself from bleeding out you'd confront him.

It was a clear message that you weren't allowed to use the injured hand for your work and risk pulling the stitches, and honestly it just hurt too much to do anything with it. It sucked even more than having to leave your old home behind. There were people counting on your work so they'd have food.

It didn't stop you from going to work and doing as much as you could one-handed. You got there extra early to make up for the extra rime everything would take now, and by the time you'd normally open you found Deanna on your steps, greeting you with her usual smile. "I knew you'd be here stil working, but I brought someone to help until your hand is better. You shouldn't be overworking yourself."

As quick as she had entered she had left again as well, leaving you with your new work companion.

The hunter.

"Good morning." You gave him the kindest smile you could, but were only given a grunt in return as he tossed a bundle of tied up small game on your desk, rounded the corner and fished for a knife to start taking them apart.

Besides you explaining where to put all the different parts of the animal you two barely spoke, until the snap of bone pulled you away from your focused work of skinning yesterday's deer. "The hell?" You turned around to go see what he was up to.

"What are you breaking bones for?" His station was a mess, he pointed at the difficult point he was cuting along. "Easier ta reach without the bone in the way." Without even looking he continued. "Ya should know tha'. Damn city girl doin' mah work."

Again with his snarky comments. You shrugged it off and went back to your own station. Yiur bkood bloiled but you weren't gonna let him get to you, you had work to get done. "Try not to do that, we can still use the bones if you keep them whole."

You tried so hard to focus on your work, skinning the deer with only one functional hand was so difficult and even though you were having extremely conflicted feelings about it you still had to ask him for help.

"Can I borrow your hands for a minute? Can't do this on my own."

You held the large deer up and moved it as Daryl cut away the skin in the most choppy manner, creating a clear line where you stopped and he started. "Can you please work a bit mote delicate? That's gonna take me ages to clean up." You huffed from keeping the deer in place, but also annoyance. Why didn't he work like a hunter? He must know the code, right?

"Why're ya so on mah ass 'bout how I work? Gon' toss it out anyways. Just need the meat, tha's it." He got snappy at the end and you just stared at him, anger clear in your eyes. "Seriously?"

You let go of the deer and stepped away from the counter. "You're sent to MY shop. To help me because I happen to fuck up my hand for the first time ever since I got here years ago and all you can do is talk shit about me?" The knife that laid on the desk before now in your good hand and pointed at his chest. "God I can't believe I even fell for your hunting woodsman charms. You're just an asshole who doesn't give a shit about these animals or the hunter's code." With a clatter the knife hit the floor as you tossed it to the side with shaking hands.

"Get the fuck out of my shop and go find me someone who cares." With angry steps you turned around and headed out of the room, needing a break to gather yourself first if you wanted to get anything else done.

Now alone in the workstation, Daryl snatched up his catch from this morning and headed out.

~~

"You did what? Pookie you gotta listen to the girl." Carol sat down next to him and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. "You know you disrespected her life's work by now following her rules in her own shop, right?"

"I'on get why tha's even important anymore. We gotta eat, tha's all." Daryl's annoyed grumbles did nothing good it seemed as Carol continued to scold him like he was a child. "Did you for one second maybe think this work is all she has left to hold onto her old world self?"

"Cept this ain't the old world no more. She's waistin' time doin' all tha extra shit."

Carol was up and at the front door by now, putting out the cigarette in one of many ashtrays there. "Alright, up with you. You're apologizing with me right now."

The two took off to your shop but found no one there. Daryl's half finished rabbit still out in the open on the table while the deer was gone. "Ain't here. I'll head back tomorro--"

"No we're not. I know where she lives, come on." Carol practically pulled him along on the way to your place despite Daryl's protests.

You were working in your basement area when you heard a knock on the front door. "Come in!" Everyone who came to your place knew the door was unlocked and was free to come and find you, seeing you were either cooking, working on lounging when you kept the front door open.

"Hey, it's Carol! Heard about your hand, need some help around the house?" She needed an excuse to get an answer and find out where you were, so when you called back she knew to head downstairs.

Meanwhile Daryl just stared around to keep his mind busy. He found rabbit skins from prey he brought in wrapped around a pair of boots. He recognized the fur seeing it was a rare color. Further into your livingroom there was a deer pelt draped over the back of your couch. Also caught by him. The white spots over the back had one small flaw from where his bolt had struck right on a white dot. He remembered being proud of his aim for a minute that day.

"Daryl, come on." Carol's whisper-yell had him roll his eyes and as he passed your coatrack he noticed the hooks were all antler parts and the knives laying in the basket on the hallway table had bone handles.

So that's why you were so angry when he snapped the rabbit's leg and skinned the deer so carelessly. You did really use everything.

The two walked down the stairs to your workshop, Carol up front with Daryl following.

"Oh wow," Carol's exclaimation had you laugh. "Yeah, I get that a lot." You stood with your back turned, struggling to hang a piece of skin.

"Here, lemme help ya." Daryl's gruff voice was suddenly right behind you and you spooked, letting go of the pelt but Daryl caught it just in time, draping it over the wire. "Like tha?" His hands stayed up there and adjusted it to your liking, having stepped back to watch him and give Carol a questioning look. She just shrugged and gestured at the man who was again staring around the room. "What brings you here?"

Daryl looked at everything except you, he knew he'd lose all ability to speak if he did. Hell, he already had a difficulty getting his words out now seeing how wrong he was for not listening to you. "Came ta say sorry." He stared at the basket of furs labeled 'Donate'. "Shoulda known better than ta get angry. 'N I get why ya work thr way ya do now." Next to the basket sat a crate filled with thick, sturdy bones labeled 'blacksmith'.

You nodded and gave him an option. "Come back to the shop tomorrow. I'll have tou clean up that deer skin you almost ruined and you're following my teachings. I'll forgive you for wasting the rabbit."

Daryl chewed at his thumb, the other hand stuffed in his pocket and fidgeting with the fabric inside. "Yeah, alright." He nodded and looked over at Carol who had the brightest smile on her face. One that screamed victory.

"We'll get out of your hair, I'll bring by some lunch tomorrow at your shop." Carol waved on her way up, and just as Daryl was about to follow her you quickly spun around to grab something. "Oh, here." You held out a thin knife wrapped in leather, a small engraving of Hilltop's blacksmith on the handle. "I saw you took the rabbits, so if you haven't prepped them yet you can try this one. They're great for smaller animals."

He stumbled over his thanks as he accepted the knife and quickly headed out after Carol.

~~

You were back at work early the next morning, painkillers and a small breakfast in your system already and hoping to finish that damn deer. It still proved a challenge to get it from the cooler onto the workbench but you managed eventually, just before Daryl came in.

"Mornin'." Hid gruff voice sounded through the workplace as he rounded the corner and placed the knife from yesterday on the table. "Thanks fer lettin' me borrow it. Worked like a charm."

You picked up the knife and held it out to him again, only to recieve a questioning grunt in return. "It was a gift. To keep."

Daryl never got gifts. Everything he had was scavenged and well taken care of for longer use these days. It felt weird to keep it but he thanked you again and pocketed it.

Meanwhile you had grabbed the deer skin and laid it out where he'd be working. "Look here, I'll show you how to clean this up and you'll go fix the rest, okay? It'll take a while but it'll be worth it." Daryl stepped up to you and observed the way you took the knife to the uneven spots of skin and carefully smoothed it all out. The precision in your work was impressive to say the least. "How long've ya been doin' this?"

You dropped a cut off piece of meat into a plastic container and thought back to the old world. "I guess ever since my parents thought I was old enough to handle knives." You held the tool out to the hunter and watched him take it from you. "Your turn. I'll be hopefully finishing that deer so just ask whatever, whenever."

You were lucky a lot of the cutting could be done onehanded, and holding back pieces was okay enough to do with your wrist or hold something down with your elbow. But now that you had all the easy access meats off and seperated you ran into a problem.

"Fuck.." You needed help. The same kind of help that had you kick him out yesterday.

"Sup? Need hands?" He was at your side in a second, waiting for your instructions.

"I need to take off the ribs but I can't." You leaned aside to point around the carcass. "If you can press down here, and there." Daryl followed your instructions and put pressure on the spots you pointed out. "Then I can take this here apart." Your movements were followed and suddenly it was way too hot in your always cold workplace. Yesterday you'd be happy if he decided thr Kingdom was a better home for him but now that he apologized and proved to better himself after your misunderstanding you were back to being the lovesick puppy Abraham had made you out to be when he brought you home after the infirmary visit.

With how Daryl held the spot clear and open you had to get close to chop through the bone and separate it all in workable bits.

"Can I take one a'those later? Michonne asked ta cook fer her kids cuz she's out 'n Carol's off ta Kingdom--" "Throw the kids an old world barbeque! I'll come help. I'm sure you're skilled in roasting over an open fire with how much you traveled." The excitement was clear in your voice, and the sudden compliments and offers of gifts and assistance had him nervously fidgeting. But thinking about having a fun experience with the kids instead of just cooking and having dinner sounded way better than his original plan, so he agreed.

"Ya got supplies ta fix tha' in half a day?"

~~

The two of you cleaned up after finishing thr needed work and while you carried the prepped meats, Daryl had the bowl firepit on a kart together with the metal rack to hang over it. Yeah, he lived in a community now but he never guessed he'd be carrying around a whole barbeque setup like he was getting ready to throw a party in the old world. "Gotta drop by tha' house fer a sec, get Jude 'n RJ."

After he got the kids and you had everything set up Daryl got the fire started while you made a quick pantry run and dug through Daryl's kitchen for anything to add to the meals.

You brought whatever you found and set it on the side of the porch steps, keeping a path to the house cleared and sat yourself down in the front lawn as you watched uncle Daryl in action, letting the kids toss wood onto the fire and poke at it with a stick but making sure they kept their distance and wouldn't touch the hot metal.

It was heartwarming to see him laugh and have fun with them and watched him speak quetly to the kids with a finger pointed your way before the two came running towards you.

"Daryl says the fire's good for food! Can we put some on the thing?" Two pairs of big, begging eyes stared at you and saying no would be the worst so of course you allowed them, under surveillance and with an assisting hand. "Alright, pick something you wanna eat first and put it on a plate, Daryl will take it to the fire and I'l helf you put it on the rack, okay?"

A chime of "Okay!" baely left them before they were at the collection of prepared meats where you and Daryl joined them in picking.

While Daryl roasted the food over the fire you were tasked go keep the kids busy, but wirh hoe much they loved chatting about everything and anything it was an easy task.

The whole evening was fun and food and family and it reminded you of everything you missed in this new world.

Everything was good in this moment, especially when you heard a little exchange between uncle and niece.

"Uncle Daryl? Can we have more dinners with her? But also mom and aunt Carol next time." You watched Daryl look towards you for a moment before turning back to Judith. "'Course, she's teachin' me ta prepare food so we can do this with e'ryone if ya want. But!" He raised his hand and pointed at RJ, who came over to him too now. "Yer gonna be the ones askin' folk ta bring food too, so e'ryone has somethin' ta eat, 'kay?"

The two happily nodding kids proved that your time in the community just got a lot more fun.

Now, after the kids were long brought to bed you and Daryl stayed around the fire. Having taken the meat rack off and set asidr you were just relaxing and picking away at the leftovers.

"So," you started, watching the flames in front of you. "That community barbeque plan of yours, it sounded amazing especially how you brought it over to the kids. But, aren't you afraid it'll drain recources too quick?"

Daryl shrugged it off. "Maybe. But those kids'll make folks keep stuff aside fer it." The idea of those two running around the place collecting people brought a smile to his face. "'Sides, I ain't wastin' meat no more with yer lessons tha' I hope ya will keep givin' me."

Oh. He wanted to stay? At the shop? With you? You were pleasantly shocked with that news. "What? Ofcourse I'll teach you. But only of you promise to take me out hunting when my hand's okay again."

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded. "Yeah, I'd love ta have ya around."

You stretched and laid down in the grass, looking up at the night sky.

"S'gonna be fun."

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #twd x reader #daryl x reader

[partycatty]

thinking about young mk11 johnny being a bad boyfriend then you meet him again years later when he’s mature and he REGRETS IT SO BAD

i have so many ideas but i can’t get them out recently so ur account gives me life lol <3

OUGH it aches in the bones

older!johnny cage > as the day you left

notes: oooghuig "in another life" trope hurts so BAD.

[ masterlist ]

• a military job wasn't in your grand plan, but a position opened for equipment maintenance it was hard to turn down the potentially heavy paycheck.

• you were buried in your paperwork, taking quick strides to your office to make sense of your diagnostics and order the proper parts for one of the on-field machines when you slam into what feels like a brick wall. just as the force of the blow sends you backward, a hand grabs your arm and suspends you mid-fall.

• you don't even have time to properly react to the scene, only opening your harshly clenched eyes to meet your savior.

• "sorry, i wasn't looking where i—" your apology was cut off when you properly processed just who was in front of you. even with the tattoo peeking through his shirt, you knew that face from anywhere. "johnny?"

• you expected johnny to not even remember you, maybe take a second to realize you weren't just a fan. this expectation is torn from you when he replies with your name, loud and clear. his eyes are wide. gently, he lets go of you to allow you to regain your footing, pulling away as if you were a glass doll bound to shatter.

• he looked the same as when you walked out, perhaps a little more weathered but glowing with charm and personality just as he did twenty odd years ago. thankfully, you thought, he never lost that puppy-like shine in his eyes.

• the moment was lost to him the second he locked eyes. just like that, a torrent of memories flooded back to him. you two were young, too young to be serious in his eyes. johnny was in his acting prime and he couldn't help but flaunt it. all those smiles and sparkly outfits for the cameras but as soon as you were behind closed doors you were nothing more but exhausted.

• "i can't keep living like my life is under a microscope," you huffed, shrugging off the luxury shawl johnny went through hell to make sure you'd have for the red carpet. "would it kill you to just settle down, slow down? i want kids, johnny! i want to go to the store without paparazzi up my ass, i don't need stalkers on our property, i don't need the gold and glamor all the damn time!"

• "well, that's on you for choosing a megastar!" johnny shouted back, undoing his tie in one harsh tug. "all you've ever done is complain when you are literally living large! mansions, super cars, money! and you're complaining."

• you spin around, a horrified expression on your face as you unpacked his wording. "i didn't choose a megastar," your voice drops, so angry you couldn't bring yourself to shout. "i chose john carlton. where the hell is he now, because all i see is a narcissistic child that refuses to grow up."

• you slide your engagement ring off and you slam it into the ground. johnny's eyes widen as he immediately drops to his knees, trying desperately to grasp at the ring as it rolls and spirals out of grasp. he curses to himself, then at you.

• "look at yourself," you grit your teeth. "you care more about a rock than your fiancée. we're done, johnny. you can go tell the media that, too, since that's all you care about."

• johnny blinks once, then twice. he swallows thickly.

• "i'm sorry," is all he can mutter out. god, how he wishes he could say more, but time felt nonexistent when looking at your face. you, however, didn't quite understand his meaning and brushed yourself off.

• "no, it's fine, really," you try to shove past him, anything to break this eye contact that feels as if it's pulling you apart piece by piece. as you think you're out of the weeds, his hand finds its place on your arm once more.

• "please look at me," he pleads, voice barely above a mumble. "i-i haven't seen you in..."

• "—twenty six years," you blink up at him, straining yourself so hard to not break down. "forget it."

• "i'm sorry," he emphasizes the phrase again. "i... i was an asshole, an arrogant, self-centered—"

• "johnny." you cut him off, face stern but voice soft. "it was so many years ago."

• "i know, i know, but — fuck — you've... you've been on my mind this entire time. you never left. god, when you left it felt like my entire... everything fell apart."

• you want to interject, stop him from this spiral, but you can tell he had it bottled up for so long, you'd be cruel to deny him of it now. that, and you had an unfortunate tendency to hear people out and forgive those who don't need your forgiveness.

• "when you walked out i realized just how good i could've had it. you were the only sane person in my world, you tried so hard to keep me in track but i was so afraid of being nothing that i... chose my priorities wrong. you know, i've kept your contact information, even... just in case."

• "i changed my number years ago, johnny. to stop the media from bugging me for a comment."

• "just another thing i fucked up," he runs a hand through his hair. "sorry, i don't mean to be all self destructive." he pauses, and eyes you down. you yourself aged well too, fine lines and trickles of grey hair peeking through your uniform hat. johnny chuckles dryly as his eyes focus on the little details. "you look just as beautiful as the day you left me."

• "don't do this," you quietly plead, eyes now feeling wet and face feeling hot. "not now. not after all this time."

• "i..." he swallows again, now averting his eye contact. the pause is long, and you almost considered walking away before he speaks up again. "i got married, by the way, though i'm sure you saw... in the news."

• "i haven't." johnny shoots a dubious look at you, then realizes you probably avoided his name like the plague in news articles.

• "my wife runs the army. my daughter is commander."

• "daughter?" now it was your turn to frown.

• "cass... cassandra?" johnny explains, though you sense a hint of shame in his tone. "cassie."

• "didn't strike you for a family man." the irony stings when it slips past your lips.

• "i didn't either," he wipes his face. "but i realized... far too late... that what i wanted more than a legacy for myself was a legacy for my family. i wanted my efforts to mean something. i wanted to better the world with more than just shitty movies."

• just as your turn rose to frown, now you couldn't help but let out a chuckle yourself. "your movies weren't shitty," you reply, smiling weakly. "i liked them."

• "no you didn't," his grin is teasing, and you notice just how deep his smile lines were. "no need to lie."

• "honest to god," you hold a hand up, swearing. "they were a nice escape from reality."

• his lips turn into a fine line. maybe your choice of wording was more painful than intended. his fists clench and unclench and you watch his mouth fight to get more words out.

• "i wish..." the always confident actor couldn't bring himself to look at you. "i wish i had grown up sooner, you know." johnny could be digging a dangerous hole, but he didn't care in the moment. he felt young again, nostalgic. "we could have had a life like this together, like you want... wanted."

• "you have that now," you get defensive, trying to put a barrier between his words and your heart. "a wife, a kid, a good job. you got what you wanted."

• "but it's not with you."

• whether it was dread or excitement, your heart flutters. was it really true that after all this time, he still wanted you, missed you like you missed his mature self? your thoughts of what could've been claw their way into your mind, and you feel hazy. your eyes wander around his form again, taking in his impressive physique, kind eyes, mature outfit... stopping at the ring finger. your breath feels sucked from your lungs when you pull yourself back to reality.

• "maybe in another life," you propose, a weak shrug tugging at your shoulders. "but i hope you know i don't... i don't regret what we had. our story, though, ended twenty six years ago, johnny. you're in a new chapter, enjoy it, okay?"

• the rejection at his desperation feels like a gunshot to the chest, like he could just die then and there. yeah, he had roots here, but if you had just asked him to run away with you, lord knows he'd consider it. but you wouldn't ask him to do such a thing, when he's finally got his shit figured out.

• another coworker enters the long hallway, entranced in their task that tears both of your attentions away from the heavy conversation. you know even still that his reputation is important, on screen and now off, too. so, you abandon the conversation as it stands, not giving johnny a chance to agree to your request and spin on your heel, returning to your own assignment and leaving him to his own. your head is down as you hug the papers, wishing to forget that you work with your ex-soulmate. it's an impossible task, really, when you catch his lingering cologne and scent on your body from his hold. that scent didn't change, either.

• johnny feels frozen in place, afraid to move and lose the moment where it stands. he watches you until you turn the corner, and listens for your footsteps until there isn't a trace of them anymore. his heart feels... heavy.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mk11 #marley writes ☆

[lawchwan]

Hurt Me and Cover Me in Cum, Goddess (sanji)

Summary: You take care of a pathetic Sanji... thats it thats the plot.

Reader: afab Genre: smut Disclaimer: sub!sanji, piv, forced orgasm/overstimulation, cock slapping, hints of worship play, riding, cum play, porn without plot

crossposted on ao3

If anyone were to see Sanji in this state, he won't hear the end of it, and God forbid this scenery has been witnessed by that damn moss head. Sanji would not be left alone and he couldn't even defend himself...

And why should he? He was never ashamed of being submissive to his goddess. Sanji being Sanji, this man loves women, maybe having an interesting way of showing, but there's no denying that he views every woman as a beautiful creature roaming on Earth. But you? If he views Nami and Robin, the two women that he'll drop everything for, as angels, then you were a goddess in the eyes of Sanji Blackleg. and what better way for him to showcase his worship than to drop on his knees for you, wrapping his lean arms around your legs with his hands just inching away from the softness of your ass, his blue eyes gleaming upwards with feigning innocence. His chin is placed in your pelvic bone.

"Please... goddess, I want you so bad..." his voice cracked and broke as he looked at you with pleading, which resulted in the event that occurs now; he’s placed on your chest with his blouse unbuttoned and his sleeves hanging by his forearms, while you wrapped your arms around his torso as your hand wraps itself around his hard cock. He threw his head back as he whined into your neck and his face flushed red with tears staining his cheeks. You’ve been going at him for the past fifteen minutes just outright torturing him with the edging game you’ve decided to play with him.

He lets out strings of pleading speech and asks for him to come, and as soon as you sense him getting closer, you slow down to a halt, which makes him cry out more pleas as you shush him while he whimpers.

“Shh, shh, you need to be a good boy, Sanji, you just need a little more until you get it okay?” you say in a hushed tone, which makes him shudder out a “Yes, goddess,” as you then proceed to do the actions that you were doing.

But with this one, Sanji had had enough. When he felt himself getting closer again, you did what usually do, expecting him to just carry on whining and plead with you to “stop,” but this time he reacted with him just gripping your wrist harshly and crying out with more pleads. You eyed him with a blank stare, only for Sanji to look up at you and realize his fuck-up.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you! I’m sorry, goddess, please forgive—ah!”

Sanji’s pathetic pleas have been interrupted by your slap towards his cock and he just hissed in pleasure followed by a moan. “You dare stop me?”

“N-No! No, I did not—ah! Fuck!~” You proceeded to abuse his cock, which results in him just whining and apologizing. As you continued to do so, he eventually began panting until he suddenly began spilling over the bed. You looked at him in awe while he just looked down in embarrassment as he began cussing at himself for what he did, anticipating your upcoming reprimanding.

“Aww, did little Sanji just come by me slapping him?” You say with fake concern, while he takes a pillow and hides as he begins to sob out a bunch of “sorry’s.”

He shook his head, as you began to gather his cum on his lower stomach and began cooing out his name. He pulled away the pillow that concealed his face and he witnessed a sight that he could come once again; you lowered yourself and began licking the remanence of his essence. He just gasped as his face twisted in pleasure, muttering out, “oh, goddess…”

You stared into his eyes as you got up on your knees and began positioning yourself. You were already bare, and Sanji tried his best to not touch but he didn’t want you to endure any punishment, regardless you continued to do things that could be deemed as a punishment as he had not had any time to register and gather himself from his post orgasm.

“Wait, wait, please, (y/n)—Oh, Fuck!”

He whimpered out over the overstimulation as you felt him stretching you while his cock was engulfed by your tight wall. You moaned out followed by a dark chuckle meanwhile Sanji was an absolute mess underneath you.

You enjoyed the sight of your pup being a wreck, he was overstimulated and he could feel himself coming at any point and he began to pant.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”

He began repeating himself like a mantra along with your name and ‘goddess’ while you just cooed and caressed his face with the back of your hand while he proceeded to hush him.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, I’m here, your goddess's here…”

He opened his teary eyes as he just looked at you. You had a halo around you, an absolute beauty on top of him, your walls squeezed perfectly around his sensitive organ while his chest raised and lowered following his frantic breath, but the way you guided him and softly spoke to him as you slowly began to bounce on him while he moans in absolute pleasure at the way you moved on top of him.

He felt himself getting closer while you threw your head back as you picked up the pace…

All he had in his head was with his face filled with awe…

“Wow… she is indeed a goddess…”

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What the heart wants

Pero Tovar x F Reader*

🤶🏾🎁Secret Santa fic ✨ for @blueeyesatnight !!! ✨ Happy holidays! (event hosted by @pedrostories )

Read below * or on A03

Words: 7,621

Summary: As Spring rolls around, you find yourself content with your life. Business is successful, you have all the independence you want and good friends to share life with. A man wasn't something you needed or were seeking at the time as occasional lovers fulfilled your primal urges. But it was clear, life had other plans as a handsome but dirty mercenary blew through your doors.

Warnings: some canon period misogyny (not much), Pero 😂, language, brothel mention & mild sexual content.

*Reader notes: there are some details!!! So it’s not a completely blank slate; reader is female, in her upper 30s, sturdy/curvy built (visualize as you please) & often wears pants not dresses. No skin tone/race mentioned but she does understand & speak some Spanish. *Feel free to read as an OC if you prefer*

AN: If you already know me, you know I no longer crosspost to this site, nor write reader inserts. Since this is a special occasion, it’s both a RC & crossposted (here & on my A03) 😁 happy reading! This was so fun to write.

You

Holding the cuff to the afternoon light, you examined your work closely, feeling satisfied with the end result. Growing up the daughter of a blacksmith, you learned several things, and though you could make a sword, you quickly found you preferred making jewelry; it filled you with joy, especially when you saw the end result and the look on people's faces.

You had kitchenware under your belt too, it was the kind of thing that always bought in coin, as it was a needed everyday item. Currently, you are perfecting your skills in armor making. You started to learn back in your early 20s, now in your late 30’s you could create decent work, but you wanted to be better. Never one to back down from a challenge, you made it your newest goal.

You just set the new cuff aside when the small bell chimed, filling the halls with the familiar sound. Stepping away from the desk, you peeked out of the doorway and down the hall, where you had a straight shot of the front door.

You quirked a brow as a man you’ve never seen before stalked in, the wind sweeping inside with him, along with a bad mood like a dark cloud overhead. Upon first glance, he almost seemed inconvenienced, yet you saw him walk in alone, no one forced him.

He was handsome with dark features, but dirty, and needed a good shave. The stranger wore the kind of scowl that would keep people ten feet away from him. His attire and the double swords strapped to his back gave his profession away, a mercenary. They often traveled through these parts en route to somewhere else and stayed a night or two; it made good coin for the local businesses when they did.

You thought about revealing yourself but chose to watch him a little longer. You observed him as he moved deeper into the shop, his eyes moving about the place as he took it in.

He scratched his beard, grumbling something you couldn’t hear, as he touched and poked at things along the way. He was a fascinating creature to watch, and one of the best-looking men you’ve seen in a long time, even under all the dirt and grime, and the sharp chip on his shoulder. That’s when you noticed the scar, one that made you curious about the how, and made him even hotter at the same time.

Even his walk was attractive, he seemed more like a wild animal than a man, like a feral wolf just wandered into your shop and right into your hands.

Pero (minutes ago)

Dragging his feet, Pero made his way through the town, eyeing signs on doors and windows, looking for work. He was tired, bone tired, his back hurt like all hell, his ass was numb from being on his horse so long, and he was annoyed. He was starving, he ran out of rations early this morning and was running on a piece of stale bread at the moment. He’d try one more place, then get some damn food, followed by a room, a bath, and a whore.

He was about halfway down the block when he noticed the blacksmith sign. In his half hour here, it seemed West Meadow had no work for him requiring his swords, but a man could always be useful in a shop like that.

Pero entered, his stomach grumbling and fighting with him. He expected to see a forge as soon as he walked in but was met with a plain room with a simple desk, two chairs, and a long table. Ahead was a hallway that likely led to some other rooms. The smells of iron, steel, wax, and fire met his nose, there was definitely a forge, maybe in the back.

Where the hell was everyone?

Patience wasn’t a friend of his. He called out and was only met with his own echo.

Cursing under this breath, he decided to ditch this plan for now, and just get some food. A door opened in the distance. He turned, expecting to see a man appear, but a man it wasn't.

Pero tilted his head to the side as his eyes raked over you. You were beautiful, with a face that was downright distracting, but that wasn’t all, when you smiled, you nearly knocked his bad mood right out of him. Your smile was so full and bright that he finally understood what that stupid saying, bright as the sun, meant.

You were well-built, sturdy, and curvy in the right places. That was clear even with the heavy apron you wore. Pero raised his eyes back to your own. Even the smudges on your face and a mask over your hair didn’t take away from your beauty.

Pero regained his composure, then asked gruffly, “who's in charge?”

Your smile dropped, “well, hello to you too.”

“Where’s your husband or father?”

“Are you serious?” you rested a hand on your hip.

His eyes dropped to your hand, you were wearing gloves, so he didn't know if you wore a ring or not, “Brother?”

An irritated laugh fell out of you as you shook your head.

“Unless…” he started, “you’re alone here?”

“I am the owner, you ass.” you held up your hands, then tore off a glove, “no husband either!”

He looked at you with disbelief in his eyes, “a woman alone, here? "his accent coming out even more now.

“Yes,” you growled back at him, growing more agitated.

Your initial sunny demeanor was gone, now you were like a cat with your claws out.

“Lo siento, “he held out a hand as he apologized like he was trying to calm a bull, “I’m just looking for work.”

He had a lot of questions.

A woman was usually married, which you weren’t, taken, or would be under her father's supervision, which you weren’t either. Or a whore, which you didn’t seem to be. You also claimed to run this business on your own, which was unusual. And you didn’t have a man guarding the door either, you were strange in fact, very strange.

“Not hiring,” you replied in Spanish, which made him raise a brow at you. “You can go now.”

You & Pero

What an ass.

You thought, sure he was hot, and you were very intrigued, but you didn’t need the attitude or the barbaric mindset. There were enough assholes in town who had opinions about you, and the kind of life you should live. You didn’t need some dirty mercenary putting his two cents in the matter.

You only made it a few steps away from him before stopping, you could feel him lingering, his eyes on you. You doubled back. You assessed him with your eyes and pulled the mask fully off your head.

Maybe he could be useful, you thought. “What are you good at?”

He smirked, taking a half step your way, “You really the boss?”

“Yes.” you hissed.

“Swords, blades, knives.” he paused, his eyes still on yours, even as he pointed at his suit, “repairs.”

“Hmmm,” you crossed your arms while continuing to study him. “I do all that. No need for you.”

He chuckled. Yeah, he liked you, he liked you a lot. Before he could stop himself, he asked,

“Is this really your place? No man is hiding back there?”

You rolled your eyes and pointed to the door, “see the name on the fucking sign, that’s my last name. My father is too old to work, I have no brothers, this place is mine. Got a problem with that?”

He smirked, liking the sass, this kitty scratches. “No problem.”

You locked in a stare with him, almost getting distracted by his eyes, you could lose yourself in them. In the back of your mind, you thought about the long list of things you had to do, and an extra hand around here might be good, but you weren’t sure if you’d reveal that to him yet.

You pointed to the door, “I’ll think about it. Come back tomorrow.”

Pero was about to say something when the door opened, he turned to see a man enter, then quickly looked at you again, seeing your smile return. Damn, it was a sight to see.

The man moved right past Pero like he wasn’t there and went straight to you. As you greeted each other, you pulled a pouch out of your apron and revealed a metal wristband.

“I was just about to send word, it’s finished,” you display your work proudly.

Pero grinned, a woman metalsmith, how odd. You continued to intrigue him by the second.

“Lovely work as always,” the man said your name while admiring it.

Your eyes darted to Pero’s. “Tomorrow,” you repeated sharply.

Pero huffed, then saw himself out.

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Early Evening, The Three Bucks Inn & Tavern

As Pero parked himself at a table off to the side, he took in his surroundings. The Tavern was busy with locals, and a few people who looked like visitors.

“Can I get ya anything?” the barmaid asked as she stopped by this table, she spoke over the crowd, making sure he could hear her.

“Food and ale,” Pero answered while slapping the silver coins on the table.

She pocketed the coins. “Anything else?”

Pero sat back, really looking at her this time. The woman was good-looking, a little thin for him, he preferred them thicker. Like that woman from the shop, you were sturdy, you could handle him. He shrugged the thought away. A whore would be better anyway, get in, get laid, go to bed.

“A room and a whore,”

He’d been on the road for months, he needed to fuck a woman as bad as he needed a good bath and a shave. Plus, a good night's sleep, on a bed for once. He was getting older; all the years had taken their toll on his body. He was still skilled and quick on his feet, but he required more rest now.

“I’ll get ya a bed.” she pointed toward the door, “Take a left past the carriage house. Walk till you reach the end of West Street. Madame Mae’s is the last house on the corner. No missing it. Red door. Just about as subtle as you are.”

Pero frowned as the woman left to fulfill the order.

He was looking forward to a hot meal, real food, not the shit he was surviving on for the last few months. He hoped the whores at Mae’s were decent, he’d fuck what he could get, but someone nice to look at would be even better.

Well, you would be better. He tried to put you out of his mind, but like a phantom, you wouldn’t leave, he kept thinking about your smile, your form, and the way you shot venom with your eyes when he pissed you off. If you know how to forge metal, you could likely use a sword too, and the thought made his cock twitch.

The whore would have to do it, but you would be better.

.

Later, Pero

Now that Pero had a bath, a shave, and a satisfactory fuck with a decent whore, a good night's rest was next. But it was still a little early and he was feeling restless.

Mierda

Maybe he should have gone with William. But what the fuck would he have done with himself? His blonde-haired friend had done the foolish thing of falling in love and doubled back to the place they left behind nearly a year ago. After they left the wall, they spent months on the road, taking jobs and for Pero at least, trying to get China out of his mind.

Pero’s solo journey wasn’t going so well, and if had to spend another 3-5 months on horseback, starving, cold, horny, and bearing the weather, he’d kill someone. A lot of someones.

Pero wanted to stop moving, just for a little while, make some money at the same time. A lot of money, preferably. He already spent most of this year and last on the move, and if this town had no work, he’d just drag himself to the next.

Soon his restlessness, and busy mind led him to leave the bed. Leaving the inn, he stepped out onto the street, the townspeople were enjoying the weather, and the night market was still going, though some vendors were starting to pack up.

Pero only walked a few minutes before he saw you again. You were chatting with a vendor, a woven basket in one hand, full of various items. You were dressed in a dark tunic tucked into dark pants and boots, with a blade holstered to your right thigh. He expected to see you in skirts outside of the shop, but again, you were no ordinary woman, not by any stretch.

Pero lingered in the background, watching, soon he heard your laugh for the first time. Fuck, it was wonderful, just as wonderful as your smile. You were both the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, and mean as a snake when pressed, you also looked like you could throw a punch, and he liked that.

As the vendor made you laugh again, Pero felt something else and wanted to kick himself for it. He spent a total of 5 minutes with you, what the fuck did he have to be jealous about? He chalked it up to his sleep-deprived state, and maybe needing to get laid again tomorrow - that should calm him down.

There you were, his shadow, and all it took was 5 minutes. He thought about you all day, in the bath while he jerked off, and even when he fucked that whore. Pero felt ridiculous. Maybe William wasn’t the foolish one, maybe it was him.

Before he could stop himself, his feet were moving as he made his way over to you.

You

You felt eyes on you the whole time but could finally pinpoint the source. There he was, coming your way. All dark and broody and sexy as hell and cleaned up.

“Oh, the brute. Are you stalking me?”

He grunted, “No.”

“Sure?” You smirked as you shifted the basket to your other hand. “Because stalking is not a good way to get hired. In fact, it’s creepy.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, cariño. If I want a woman, I pay a whore.”

You raised your brows at him, what you were feeling wasn’t offense, it was something you couldn’t put your hands on.

“Well, the next time you go, why don’t you ask for a job. Maybe they’re hiring.” Without giving him time to respond, you were off, taking long strides away from him.

No matter how hot he was, he was irritating as hell. Brute, yeah, that was a good fit and that's what he was. The last thing you needed was to get involved with a guy like him.

No. Do not go there, you remind yourself. Even if he was hot as sin.

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The next day, You and Pero

You were just setting up for a ring you’re working on, then the bell chimed.

It was much too early for clients, and there was only one person you could think of who would be here right now. You weren't sure if you hoped it was him, or dreaded the possibility. Leaving the work desk, you stepped out into the front room and saw him standing there.

“Ugh.” You sighed then headed back into the other room.

In the back of your mind, you thought of bringing your dogs next time, so they could watch the front door.

Pero took it upon himself to follow you inside. You leaned against the desk with crossed arms.

“What?”

“You said come back tomorrow.”

You were listening, well, half listening. He looked even better than he did yesterday, in the light of day, you could fully appreciate all the grooming he did.

As you noticed last night, he got a haircut, but it was still long enough to grab, to run your finger through. Unable to stop yourself, your eyes slid down his face, over his excellent bone structure, the cleaned-up beard, and down to his neck, even that part of him was sexy. You could feast your eyes on him for hours.

“Happy to see me?” He smirked, stopping in front of you, enjoying the way you greedily took him in.

“Not really,”

Pero's stance was confident, eye contact unwavering. “You need my help. Hire me.”

“What? So, you could protect me from men and beasts? I have a feeling you are both.”

He chuckled, fully amused, “I could,” he shrugged, “I am.”

“Besides, I’ve been in my share of fights. I’m good with sharp things.”

Fuck, Pero thought, your words hitting him right in his core and going lower. You were special.

“The team we’d make then, why not have the best swordsman on your grounds?”

You uncrossed your arms, "and you’re full of yourself, what a winner. I don’t need your help.”

Pero scoffed. “You’re short a man. Injury.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, how did he know that?

Auden hurt his arm pretty bad last week, it was mainly you and him here, he was your main employee. You had two apprentices, but they weren’t where they needed to be yet, you were carrying the bulk of work on your shoulders. This handsome, grumpy stranger did his homework.

Still, he irritated you, so you said, “I don’t need you. You can go now.”

Pero hated that. He didn’t mean to be so rough when he reached out to grab your wrist, but he didn’t like being dismissed.

He didn’t even know what he was going to say, just grabbed you, making you spin around to face him. Your eyes burned with anger and something else more sensual behind that. Before he could speak, you slapped him, clear across the cheek. He was more impressed than mad.

As he rubbed his face and chuckled, you grabbed an unfinished blade from the table and pressed the sharp edge to his neck. His brown eyes widened as he stared at you.

“Get the fuck out.” You warned through gritted teeth.

Your lips, that’s where his eyes went, even with a blade to his throat.

Instead of a fight, a counter move, or a slew of curses, Pero's sultry gaze lingered on your lips, then met your eyes again. Despite yourself, you stole a glance of his mouth, and those kissable lips of his.

Sure, the mercenary was a pain in the ass. Whatever depths of hell dragged this man to your front door, you didn’t know. He was like a dog who kept coming back and you didn’t totally hate that. In fact, you -

The bell over the front door chimed as a customer came in. You both heard it, yet remained locked in a tense lust-filled stare. When you licked your lips, simply to moisten them, his eyes followed the movement. The bastard didn’t even flinch with the blade to his neck.

Why have a whore when he could have you? Pero thought, the idea followed by images that awakened him in other places.

“Hello?” The patron called out your name, you knew who it was by voice alone.

“One minute,” you shouted back, eyes still on Pero.

“Repairs, the two blades I told you about,” they said from beyond the door.

“I start now,” Pero stated with a smug grin.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He chuckled, finding your astonishment cute. Pero took one more indulgent, long look at you then stepped out into the main room.

Unable to move, the blade still in your hand, you stared at the door. Did he really just walk in here, hire himself, then look at you like you were a steak dinner? Yeah, he did.

“Pendejo.” You cursed, then pushed the door open. “I don’t even know his name…”

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Two weeks later, You & Pero

Pero continued to annoy and intrigue you at the same time. He was a good worker, skilled, able to repair things and even knew how to make swords and blades. It was impressive.

He wasn’t a warm guy, which was obvious from first impressions, an acquired taste really. You kept him away from interacting with customers because of his harsh, curt demeanor, leaving him to mainly work in the workshop and behind the scenes, while you handled the front of the house, you, or your apprentices Nura and Robert.

You liked Nura the most, not that Robert was bad, he was a fast learner, and attentive worker. It was just extra special training another woman. You enjoyed seeing her defy the social norms and carve out her own path, same as you. You saw her like a little sister.

Everything ran smoothly at the shop, but the two of you still didn't know much about each other on a personal level. Pero didn’t talk about himself, or his life, nor did you.

Having him around gave you more free time, and you used some of that to dive into your other love, herbalism. One of your dreams was to open an apothecary, the town already had one, but you wanted your own, and you already knew how to make yours extra special.

This dream was on your mind when you cleared out a back room in the building and started to play around with tinctures and blends on your downtime. Pero made little comments along the way when he saw you in there, they gave you a few clues about him.

Being on the road, he knew a few things and recognized some of the herbs. He had a comfort there, but when you were creating potions as he called it, you noticed he’d get a little freaked out, and it didn’t take long to figure out he had a thing about magic and witches.

You weren’t a witch, but you knew how to make some things, and some days, just to fuck with him, you exaggerated.

- Flashback, to a few days ago -

You only stepped away for a moment but returned to see Pero observing the jars from a distance. He stopped at a corked bottle with an unusual purple hue, and some kind of clawed root at the bottom.

Pero picked it up cautiously, then put it down, “what kind of witchery is this?”

You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms in a relaxed way, “ingredients to turn you into a dragon.”

Pero whipped around to you with a suspicious look, “Are you joking?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “unless, you piss me off.”

“I always piss you off.”

"You better be careful then. And stop leaving your hair around, I’m collecting it.”

As you laughed and walked out of the room, he ran his palm over his hair, which only made you laugh more.

- Flashback over -

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Three weeks later, Pero

The tavern was alive, packed wall to wall, and the revelry high; it was a special night as you threw Nura a birthday party.

Pero didn’t do parties, but it was better than sulking in his room alone, and he was pretty tired of the whores at Mae’s. He’s been here over a month now, fucked most of them all, and it did little to calm what he really needed and wanted, you.

Whenever he saw you laughing, having a good time, or flirting he was tempted to march over and claim you for himself, to kiss you in front of everyone and make it clear he would cut the head off any man who tried to win your affection.

Pero was sure you were attracted to him, he caught the stolen glances, still you never made a move or voiced your attraction. He knew you weren’t shy. Was it him? Were you doing this to torture him? What a wicked witch you were.

Even when he had two whores the other night, it only took the edge off. How you haunted him so. He felt defeated, maybe? But he wasn’t a quitter. He’d get you all for himself somehow. Pero wished William was here, the blonde would give him advice, advice he needed because Pero wasn’t good at shit like this.

Fighting, fucking, eating, and drinking, be had that down. But trying to win a woman’s heart, he had no fucking idea how to do that. He had to do this right. He didn’t want you just once, he wanted you for good.

Could it be, were you his...princesa? No. You weren't a princess. You we're tough. You looked after yourself and made your own way in life. No, reina, that's more fitting.

Where’s the Irishman when I need him? I could use your help amigo.

As a drunk man bumped into his table, Pero scowled at him, then lost himself in thought again, downing his ale at the same time. Things you like, yes, he’d start there. Women like gifts, right?

He noticed you enough at the markets to know some things, including your favorite dessert at the bakery. Good. A plan. He nodded to himself, then stood. He stole one more glance of you, across the way and having a good time, then made his way out of the tavern.

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The next morning

Your head was spinning, too much ale. To make up for that, you pushed your work back to the afternoon and planned to take a nap upstairs once Pero got in. Last night came to mind, he was there, then he wasn’t. You were surprised he even came.

“Speak of the devil,” you said while rubbing your temples.

Pero nodded, looking a bit awkward, then put the bag he was holding for dear life on the desk. “Here.”

You poked the bag, “what is this?”

He scratched his temple, his brown eyes looking puppy-like, “uh, that sweet round thing, with cream and berries.”

You grinned, “from the bakery?”

“Sí.”

You bite back a full smile, then open the bag, “is poisoned?”

Pero sighed and then started to walk away.

“I’m joking!” you shouted back at him, “thank you Pero.”

He glanced back, and you swore you could see a little smile on his closed lips.

.

The week would be full of surprises. It started on Monday when he got your favorite dessert from Sweets n Breads Bakery. He was kind of awkward all day, didn’t say much to you, and seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts.

On Tuesday, there was another pastry waiting for you, and some of your to-do list was already completed. He explained he worked late and decided to get more done.

On Wednesday, you arrived to another pastry, and flowers with dirt and roots still attached, flowers you were sure he tore from someone's garden on the way over. Soil was all over the place, and you had to dust it off your papers.

He didn’t hand them to you directly, just busied himself in the forge while they sat on your desk. You waited until he was free to ask him about them. He was just finishing his lunch in the kitchen when you joined him.

“So, flowers.”

His eyes moved over you as he swallowed the last of his food, “women like flowers, yes? Even women who wear pants?"

Pero was panicking a little this morning, worried the pastry wasn't enough. On the way to work, he saw a guy give a girl flowers, and then get a kiss in return, so he figured, why not try. Even if he felt like a damn fool doing it.

You could see his mind going as you watched him. He was so cute, so innocent in this moment, you could kiss him right there. You also knew from the mix of flowers, they were from Mrs. Jennings' garden, and she was likely throwing a fit right now.

“Ever give a girl flowers before?” you asked as you sat next to him.

“No,” he answered, his eyes on you.

“Well, thank you,”

He shrugged, playing it cool, but you could see in his eyes he was hoping you liked his gesture.

“And the pastry, it was delicious, you’re buttering me up, Pero.”

“You like them. Yes?”

“I do.”

He smiled and relaxed back in his chair.

You leaned in closer, playing with his collar, “I won't say it's working but - “ you plant a kiss on his cheek. His eyes lit up as he smiled wider. “I have work to do.” You got up, taking one more look at him before leaving the room.

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Thursday

Nura was organizing something when Pero came in, he walked in like he was in a hurry, and spoke in a low tone,

“I have a question.”

She looked up at him with a smile, knowing it was about you.

At first, she thought Pero was an ass, which he is, but she liked him now, he grew on her, and when it came to you, he was kind of adorable and an idiot at the same time.

“If it's about flowers, Mrs. Jennings is on a warpath, I recommend you stop taking them before she bites your hand off. She may be old, but she's mean as hell.”

He nodded, then came around the desk to join Nura.

“What else does she like? Boots? I could buy her boots?"

“She likes practical things. Maybe something she could use.”

“She likes swords.”

“She loves them, maybe a little too much.”

“What if I make her one?”

“Pastries and flowers are nice, so are boots, but if you make her a custom sword, that may do the trick. No promises, just sayin.”

Pero nodded, he grumbled a thank you, then headed back to the forge. Robert passed him in the hall and joined Nura.

“That's a man on a mission, nearly ran me over.”

“He’s smitten.” she handed him a note, "the supplies.”

“Somehow he seems a little less - grumpy these days.”

“Little by little, but I think even if he is in a good mood, he’d still be grumpy.”

Robert hummed, “I still don't get why she likes him so much.”

“I think I do; they’d be cute together.”

Not agreeing, but not going to argue either, Robert just nodded, then made his way out with the list.

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Days later

You weren’t supposed to come in today, so when you came through the door, rushing like a bat out of hell, it took Pero by surprise. Not just because he didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow, it was the dress that shocked him the most. In all his time here, dark colored tops, pants, and boots were how you dressed yourself.

“I’m not here, ignore me,” you shouted as you rushed past him, then Nura.

The younger woman caught a glimpse of Pero’s expression and laughed.

“She’s wearing a dress..."

“Once in a blue moon, for special occasions. Her childhood friend is getting married today.” Nura explained.

Pero’s brows raised higher as you appeared again, a pouch in hand.

“A dress-" he repeated, taking you in with his eyes.

You hiked up the dress, he got a flash of your legs as you carefully slid the pouch into your high boot.

As you smoothed the fabric down, Pero feasted on you. To see you like this, so feminine as the soft flowing fabric hugged your form and for the first time, he had a good look at your cleavage, the fabric cupping your breasts in a way the loose shirts never did; he was a man ready to pounce, to scale the counter and claim you then and there.

“Fuck-“ you cursed,

He laughed. Strong and independent, a mouth like a sailor. A lady, and a warrior in one. His perfect woman.

“Can’t believe I forgot this. I gotta go,” you started to breeze past them, then stopped as you locked eyes with Pero. You grinned, eyeing him with the same sultry gaze he sent your way. “Like it?” You asked while giving a teasing spin.

“Sí, you should wear more dresses.”

“Maybe one more this year, if you give me a good reason to,” you winked at him then dashed out of the door.

“That woman -“ Pero shook his head as he stared at the door.

“Oh you are far gone Pero,” Nura patted his arm, “just tell her already.”

“Tell her what ?”

“How you feel. I’m sure you’ve noticed; she has other suitors.”

“And I’ll fight them all.” He grew serious.

Dammit, the thought. He came here for work, rest and to get laid. He didn’t expect this, he didn’t plan to -

Nura’s light laugh pulled him out of his head. “Just tell her. She likes you too.”

“She flirts with me but makes no moves.”

“You really are adorable when confused.”

“Adorable? I’m not adorable.”

She chuckled, “Have you considered that she wants you to make the first move?”

“She’s no weak woman, she makes swords and wears pants.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn't want to be perused, she takes charge daily, maybe she wants someone else, you, to take the lead this time.” She playfully tapped Pero’s head

He groaned and swatted her hand.

“Take the lead Pero, don’t overthink it,” Nura advised, then laid her hands on the counter. “We have a lot of work to do, ready?”

“Ready.”

As they headed back, he asked something he was curious about. He started by saying your name,

“Are you the same as her? No husband?”

“No, and there won’t be. I’m gay.” She answered.

Pero quirked a brow.

She added, “I like women. And I do have a girlfriend, the bartender at three bucks, with freckles.”

Ah, Pero thought, he’d seen her before.

“This is a strange place indeed,” he muttered, “I’ve never been to a place like this, with such women.”

“I like to think our town is special. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have people with opinions or those who accuse us of devil worship or witchcraft.”

“Are you, a witch?”

“I know some things, “she grinned, “can I watch you finish that armored plate before I start my work?”

Pero grinned, “Sí, vamos.”

The kid, well Nura wasn’t a kid, she was 25 now, but he called her that sometimes; she had given him some good advice about you and handled his moods with ease.

In Pero’s time here, Robert still wasn’t a fan of his, but they had no fights between them minus some minor disagreements. Your main guy, Audin, was still in recovery but came in from time to time to help with smaller things. His role reduced until he got better. Pero liked the guy, what little he saw of him.

In these weeks, Pero found himself most fond of Nura, she was like the little sister he never asked for. He could see why you liked her so much and why you took her under your wing.

.

A couple of weeks later

Pero studied his work with a sharp eye, searching for any imperfections.

Any other time he made a blade, it was robotic, just doing something he knew how to do, but this mattered more than any of those times. It had to be perfect because he was shit with words, he hoped he could hand you this and you would know all the things he wanted to say to you.

Months ago, if someone told him a woman like you existed, he would have laughed and called bullshit. But you were real, very real, and meant to be his. For you, he’d move into this town for good, put the long journeys to rest, and figure out all that shit he avoided all his life, like how to win a woman's heart and share his life with someone. He was sure he'd fuck up, a lot, piss you off, and get it wrong, but as long as he had you, he would keep trying to get it right.

Once the blade was packed up, he made his way to your house on the edge of town. He was nervous, more than he'd been in a long time, and he felt foolish. He wondered what Willaim would say if he saw him right now.

.

Pero stared at the door, part of him wanting to knock, and the other wanting to run, to turn around and get the hell out of here before he got himself even more wrapped up in this, in you.

It had to be witchery; how else would you have such a hold on him?

What are you waiting for, get moving, Pero heard in his friend's voice, phantom William pushing him forward. He could hear the dogs barking and coming his way in the distance.

Pero knocked on the door…

Once Pero was inside, you offered him a drink. He sat at your kitchen table as you poured ciders then went over to him.

“A home visit, what’s the special occasion?” you asked as you sat.

“Visiting the dogs." he smirked.

"Of course," you shook your head and took a drink.

Over the last few weeks, you’ve seen a new side of Pero emerge, and it made you like him more.

You’ve made the first move before and thought about doing that with him, but it would be so much more fun if he did it. You wanted him to charge in here and ravish you, and you were hoping today was the day, but the sense of nervousness you’re getting off of him makes you unsure.

“I have something for you,” he pulled a wrapped item from his pouch. He placed it on the table as his eyes met yours. “A gift.”

“Really?”

Pero watched, holding his breath as you unwrapped it, revealing the most perfect blade you’ve ever seen. Down to the handle, and the engravings. In the past, you made a few for yourself but always felt like you were missing something. Pero, this man sent to you from the universe, somehow got it right.

You held the blade, running your fingers over it, admiring it as your lips parted slightly in shock. At first, Pero was worried you didn’t like it, but as your eyes lit up, he relaxed and dropped his shoulders.

“Pero - “ you breathed, your eyes flicking to his, then back at the blade. “This is perfect.”

His small grin turned to a full smile and before you could say anything else, he dragged your chair closer to his with one hand. While cupping your cheek, Pero leaned in, bringing his lips to yours.

Smiling as he kissed you, you put the blade down and grabbed his arms. Pero drew you into his lap as the kiss deepened, intensifying with each pass of each other's lips.

His kiss was passionate, consuming, desperate and you could swear, your body was feeling all the things he wanted to say to you and was too afraid to say; the floodgates blasted open and as your hands roamed, finally exploring each other's bodies, you knew there was no going back after this.

"Mi reina, I'll fuck you on the floor if I have to. But it must happen now."

The hoarse desperation in his voice only made you hotter for him.

You tugged his hair while teasing another kiss, “I prefer a bed handsome. Follow me.”

“Gladly.”

You held out your hand, he took it. As you made your way to the bedroom, Pero latched on to you, kissing and biting at your neck, his hands moving over your breasts as his cock pressed against your ass.

.

Hours later

Laying on your stomach, Pero beneath you, you traced his scar with your fingertip. He looked as good as you imagined naked; he was delicious, and you allowed yourself to feast.

He had a map of scars from his legs up to his face, he was beautifully shaped, from his hands to his cock, to his broad shoulders and bone structure. If you could only have one man in your bed from here on out, you’d choose him.

Pero felt calmer than he had ever been, relaxed after the come down from your second round some time ago. The first was hot, rough, and fast, like wolves in heat under the full moon. The second time was less rushed and even more enjoyable.

You traveled the length of the scar, then met his gaze. "What’s this one from?”

“A time I was left for dead. The bastards tried to take my boots. I took their lives.”

You grinned, imagining him out in the field, and all his adventures.

A comfortable silence fell between you for a while, until Pero broke it.

“- quite the game we played cariño.”

“Wasn’t it,” you lay on his chest, planting a kiss on his chin, then on his lips, “but, who says it’s over?”

“Meaning?”

“I haven’t seen your sword skills yet, we must duel.”

He chuckled, shaking you both slightly as it rumbled through his chest, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, and…” you kiss him again, “there’s a whole list of fun games we could play.”

He quirked a curious brow.

“Well,” you nibbled his ear before telling him what was on your mind.

“Dios mio - “ he said with wide eyes.

“You know you like it,” you grinned, then kept going.

“I do,” he confirmed, caressing the back of your neck as the games you whispered got filthier and filthier.

God, you were speaking his language, and he wasn’t sure if you were real - well if he hadn’t just fucked you twice, which was more than worth the wait, he'd think this was magic, witches work, but you, and this, were all real.

You continued, spilling your dirty thoughts in his ear while now stroking his length with your hand.

Fuck, Pero thought, he’d keep you forever, even longer after that. You would never know another man because you were his.

Pero took hold of you, pulling you into an earth-shattering kiss before holding you against him.

“Good thing for you, I'm not going anywhere. You're mine now.”

You smiled against his chest, “I think I might not object to that.”

“Woman,” he groaned with a slight laugh,

“For you,” you looked up at him and weaved your fingers through his, “I'll make an exception.”

“Now that we’ve come to an understanding, I want food,” he sat up, pulling you with him, “then we fuck again.”

“I like the way you think.” You straddled his hips, teasing him a little before getting off. “Come on my ravenous beast, I made stew last night, and I must say, it's damn good.”

You slipped on the tunic and then made your way out of the room.

Pero slipped on his pants and followed, “as glad as I am to eat, I’m more excited about dessert.”

As you busied yourself gathering bowls, Pero watched from the doorway. As good as it felt to have you, as happy as it made him to see your reaction to the blade, he couldn't shake his sense of worry. When he said you were his, you replied with a maybe, well, not exactly, you said,

“I think I might not object to that.”

Might not

That didn’t sit right.

He was all in, dead serious about it. If you’d have him, there was no one after you. But if you were unsure -

Pero called your name, prompting you to glance over your shoulder at him with that heart-stopping smile of yours.

“Yes?”

His doubts felt stupid, with the way you’re looking at him now, the light in your eyes, that smile. Still, he needed to hear it, he needed to hear it from your lips.

Pero came over to you, you could tell his mood had shifted. With concern, you turned to him and took one of his hands in yours.

“What's wrong?”

“I mean it,” he said your name as he cupped your cheek with one hand, his eyes big, brown, and vulnerable as he stared into yours, “You’re mine.”

Your eyes softened on him even more, “lo sé.”

“Say it,” he demanded.

You slipped your other hand around his back, pulling him closer, “I’m yours, Pero.” you leaned in, brushing the tip of your nose to his, then nibbling his bottom lips. “and you are mines.”

The grunt that left him at your words was primal, like a wolf claiming his mate, and before you could say anything else his lips were on yours. That was all he needed, this was home now, you were his home, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“What about dinner?” you giggled as he kissed the length of your neck and bunched the tunic over your hips.

“That can wait, I need you, now,” he growled, walking you backward to the table.

“Wow, I thought food was your first love,” you teased as you took his hardening length into your hands,

“It is, but now it has competition with you, mi amor.”

You smiled as he moved between your legs, “say it again.”

“Mi amor.” he threw the tunic across the room and quickly covered your breasts with his mouth,

You ran your fingers through his chocolate waves with one hand, guiding his cock inside of you with the other. You moaned together as he filled you,

“I love you too Pero,” you purred.

You closed your eyes, pleasure pulsing through your bodies as you moved your hips together. Thanking the stars and sky above for their gift to you; the very thing you didn't know you wanted in the form of a grumpy mercenary who stole your heart and set your soul on fire.

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Too Slow

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 1

He knew STRATCOM training would be brutal. He knew that they were teaching you all to face down hell itself. Turns out, Leon isn't the only one who's already been there.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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Disclaimer: This series is super, super long! Like, 40+ chapters long, just a fair warning!

Whenever Major Krauser smiled, everyone knew that someone was going to be in a world of hurt. That rule had become very plain very quickly in training for the US Strategic Command. Things were bloody and bruising enough as it was, but whenever someone mouthed off, or failed . . . hell, even when they succeeded, the Major would put on that toothy grin and then the gloves would really come off. 

Leon always managed to find himself on the opposite end of that smile, one way or another. Always wound up finishing the day with a little more black and blue on him than everyone else. 

It was making him angry. Angry enough that today, when the knife of the man Leon was fighting clattered to the ground and Krauser just smiled, Leon very much considered just getting a head start and rushing the Major then and there. Might as well, if it would save him some time and effort. 

“Well, well, rookie,” Krauser grinned, and Leon’s opponent took the opportunity to scoop the knife up from the dirt and get the hell out of dodge. Then, it was just Leon in the metaphorical ring. Leon and the heat of the midday sun beating down on him, just as oppressive as Krauser’s damn smile. “Not half bad. But we all knew Kennedy was going to get the hang of this quick, didn’t we?” 

The rest of the trainees almost snickered. They knew what was coming. Better Leon than them. 

“What do you say we give him a real challenge?” 

Leon braced himself. Angled himself towards Krauser, adjusted his grip on his knife. Even if the weapons weren’t edged he knew this was about to hurt, so he took a steadying breath. 

Then, Krauser turned his back to Leon and walked away. 

Was this a test? Should Leon attack him while his back was turned? Or was that just going to make whatever ass-kicking that was coming his way worse? He balanced on the balls of his feet, unsure of what to do-

Another pair of boots against the dirt caught his attention, and where Major Krauser had stood, someone else now took his place. 

You took his place. 

Leon had seen you before. All of his fellow trainees had. He and the rest would watch your unit running drills sometimes, like first-year students staring wide-eyed at the seniors. You’d been here longer than he had. Trained with Krauser for longer. It showed in the way you moved, but mostly in your eyes. 

For a moment, Leon was reminded of Raccoon City. Of that over-strong and over-dressed monstrosity that had stalked him that night. No hesitation, no fear.

You, like that thing, looked at Leon like he was a job to complete quickly. 

And you advanced on him just as quickly, even as Leon realized you didn’t have a knife on you. “Sir-” he almost got to voice his concern before it was stripped from him, just as you aimed to strip the knife from his hand. 

You almost did it, too. It was a quick move, just like Krauser taught him. Control the arm, the blade, then pry. Quick and efficient.

Leon was quick, too. He twisted free of your grip and shoved you away - a stupid misstep, he knew and the rest of the unit watching the fight knew it too. They all jeered at the move, and Leon bristled. Keep your opponent close, he could practically hear the Major’s voice. You aren’t using a fucking sword! You can’t hit them from that far away! 

But Leon preferred distance. Distance was safe. Distance meant that whatever horror was coming his way wouldn’t get the chance to rip a chunk out of him. To sink its teeth into his flesh. To turn him-

He glanced over to see if Krauser was watching. To see if he would comment on the mistake. 

Instead, his C.O. just watched, never losing that grin.

“Eyes on me!” You growled, and Leon listened. He locked all his focus on you, losing his concern for you being unarmed as he sized you up, ignoring the rogue strands of hair in his eyes. He could see what this was. Krauser was using this as a lesson for both you and him. One person armed with a blade, the other with more experience. 

The odds should have been against you, but for experience. Still, even with the advanced training you had over him, you remained just out of Leon’s reach. Watching. Waiting, just as he was.

“We gonna dance all day, or are we gonna do this?” Leon huffed, but you didn’t entertain him with an answer, or even a move. You just remained where you were, your guard up and your jaw tight. 

“Not much of a dancer either, I guess.” 

He lunged, slashing at your stomach, right to left. You barely avoided it, exhaling sharply as the training knife cut the air an inch from your belly. He felt the touch of your hand, barely registering it as he went on pressing another attack. This one at your shoulder.

You moved your opposite hand, blocking and moving all at once, leaving no air for him to breathe in between. Control the arm, the blade- 

Your fingers worked quickly, but the kick you delivered to the back of his knee helped. Leon’s stance buckled, his eyes going wide as a yelp escaped him as he stopped himself from falling. His hold slipped as you pried his grip free, and then there was a knife at his throat and a pair of cold eyes looking down at him. Your focus didn’t waver. Not one inch. 

A moment passed as he looked up at you, his ears and cheeks growing hotter as frustration burned at him. Then, a little whoosh of air as you drew the knife away from him, let it spin effortlessly around your fingers until the handle was facing him. “Again.”

And again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over as Leon felt his energy waning. The other cadets must have hated him for taking so long. Or, maybe, they were thankful it was him taking your hits and not them. If you were pulling those hits, it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Fists, feet and the dull blade of his own knife had met his skin hard over and over again, until Leon was sure that he would be a painting of his own failures in a few hours. You had the courtesy to avoid using that force on his face and neck, at least. He landed a few non-lethal hits and did his best to analyze what worked. How he got through your defenses. The trouble was, you did the same, and you did it a lot faster than he did. It could only have been a few minutes, but the cycle of defeat after defeat made it seem longer. Agonizingly, infuriatingly, longer. 

All the while, Krauser remained silent on the sidelines, watching. It was more unnerving than anything else, but Leon didn’t pay him much mind. No, he was in this until the end, now, and so help him, he was going to win. 

He bared his teeth as he stabbed forward, trying to keep himself focused. Measured. He’d faced worse than this. Everything in Raccoon City had been worse. You were just another person, like him. 

One who made mistakes, just like he did. 

Mistakes that, if he was honest with himself, he couldn’t quite pinpoint in the moment. All he knew was that he felt his knife connect hard with your side, scraping across your ribs, and he felt more vindicated than he had since he’d been recruited by STRATCOM. He even heard some of his fellow cadets give him a cheer for the blow. He smiled - really smiled - for the first time in what felt like months, happy just to have gotten one win in. 

Then he looked up at you and that smile died. The cold focus you’d been holding on to for the whole match had just been torn to shreds by the anger he now found himself staring at. 

Leon knew then that if he didn’t move fast, he was completely and utterly fucked. 

The moment it took for him to realize that was all the time you needed. 

As he tried to back away, your hands shifted, moving from the failed redirect you’d tried to set up and a hand came to cage the knife and his arm against your side. He tried to pull away, to escape, but you were faster, your hold true. His arm moved at your direction, up and over your head, pulling him forward. 

Right into the kick you pushed into his gut, one that landed hard enough to make him almost lose his lunch, his vision blurring as the air escaped from his lungs with a pathetic sound. He was vaguely aware that he wasn’t holding the knife anymore. 

Then pain exploded from his face, and he only realized you’d backhanded him as he fell, seeing the controlled follow-through out of the corner of his eye. 

Skin scraped against the dirt as Leon just barely caught himself, his head still reeling from it all. He blinked, scrambling to get up as he saw red. He’d taken hits like that before, that wasn’t the problem. The problem, far as he was concerned, was the fact that you’d done it in a sparring match. A test of equals. The problem was that Krauser had set him up for failure, pitting Leon against you. The problem was that he was in this fucking spec ops training in the first place. The problem was that he’d been made to choose between his freedom and that of a child, and now-

Your weight against his back forced him down but made his anger rush to the surface. He thrashed, trying to get you off of him. Trying to apply what knowledge Krauser had instilled in him. Instead, he cried out in pain as your hand found his hair, pulling his head up by it while you pinned the rest of him to the ground. Cold steel slid in across his throat, the chill burning him as surely as his anger did. 

“Hold!” Krauser. Finally. 

Leon saw the Major step forward just as you released your hold on him. For a moment, he thought you might push his head into the dirt for good measure. Wouldn’t put it past you. He counted himself lucky when the knife moved away from him and your weight shifted. 

Then, your hand was in front of him, open. An offer for help. 

It was petty, Leon knew it, but he snarled up at you and slapped your hand away. He didn’t see the frown that crossed your face after. Didn’t care to.

“Pretty sad showing, rookie,” Krauser observed, circling where Leon was now pushing himself up from the ground. Leon thought he knew the tirade that was coming next, but today was a day for surprises. “And you-” he turned his gaze towards where you stood at attention, and Leon paused when he saw the expression you wore now. Eyes downcast, mouth curved into a frown. “What do you think is my problem with what I just saw you do?” 

You swallowed, that hardened focus slipping. “I shouldn’t have hit him like that, sir.” 

Krauser shook his head, considering your words. Then there was a flash of steel as he drew his own knife, moving towards you faster than you could avoid. You raised Leon’s knife, still held in your hand, but it wasn’t enough to stop Krauser from resting the flat of his blade over your ribs. Right where Leon had managed to land his hit. You flinched, your eyes flaring in a panic before settling again. 

“My problem, Sergeant, is that you were too slow.” 

Your jaw tightened, and you nodded. “I’ll do better next time, sir.” You sounded so small. How could you sound so small when only a moment ago you’d pinned Leon to the earth? When you’d seemed so unstoppable? 

You were dismissed without fanfare, and you did not say a word in protest. When you passed Leon, you spared him the briefest of glances as you slapped the knife flat against his chest. Shame was what you wore, now, poorly hidden and almost all-consuming, it seemed. Leon didn’t get long to analyze it before you were gone, his own anger now culled back by concern. Misplaced concern. 

He shouldn’t give a damn, not after the treatment you gave him. You had thoroughly beaten him in almost every way. One failure was enough to upset you so much . . .

Krauser went on with his instruction and Leon turned his attention back to the Major, trying to ignore the spreading pain across his cheek and the spreading curiosity in his head.

“Don’t worry, rookie,” Krauser chuckled, gesturing to Leon’s face. “Bruises are the best teachers.”

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A/N: Here I go, posting a chapter by chapter of a 40+ chapter fic to make myself feel like I'm doing something instead of procrastinating writing the next chapter, yeehaw!

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[  BREASTS  ]  *  your muse massages my muses’ breats. - with bradley perhaps, please?🥹

much like reader, i work a corporate desk job, have bad posture, and need bradley to break my spine with his bare hands. enjoy, my love 🫶🏻

warnings: minors and ageless accounts dni, swearing, explicit sexual content, boyfriend bradley is very large and boyfriend, not proofread. bradley x fem!reader.

Work runs late – very, very late.

And when you get home, stomach grumbling from the half-granola bar lunch you'd snuck in between meetings, Bradley is in the kitchen, patiently waiting for you with enough pasta and garlic bread to come back for seconds and still leave you with enough to bring your lunch tomorrow.

No more vending machine lunches for you. You could sob.

Later, Bradley stretches out with you on the couch, dressed in a loose cut-off shirt and athletic shorts that ride up on his strong thighs, nestling you between his spread knees, and asks you about your day in a low, warm voice.

Floodgates? Opened.

"And I have a new client who needs 'extra attention' is just corporate speak for never listens and needs everything explained to them ad nauseam. Like I must've answered the same damn question four times in 20 minutes. It's so... argh."

You groan in frustration and press your palms to your forehead, remembering all of the work that waits for you tomorrow. It never fucking ends. You need a vacation.

Somewhere with a beach, where Bradley can wear little swim trucks and no shirt for a week straight. It's important for your health, actually.

Ever attentive, Bradley hums against the side of your neck, sympathetic, and strokes along your pulse point, sponges a soft kiss on your neck, then another.

"Sorry, sweet girl. It'll be better tomorrow."

You lull to the side, wanting to give him better access, and cringe at the sharp pain that ricochets across your shoulders and down your spine. A hiss of pain escapes from your mouth, and Bradley immediately freezes.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You want to shake your head but don't want that to hurt even more. You remain perfectly still and rub a reassuring hand up and down the part of his leg nearest your hand.

"No, I've got a crick in my neck. I barely left my computer all afternoon, was in back-to-back meetings."

You have the worst computer posture, sitting at your desk with your legs crossed and your spine curved at an angle that would make chiropractors everywhere keel over dead.

"Need a massage?" Bradley asks, running his palms over your shoulders. He might actually be an angel in human form.

You nod, and Bradley kneads at your shoulders, working the knots and tight muscles with those large hands, pushing and pulling at you like dough. You are doll-like in his hands, moving in any direction that Bradley guides you.

Most of the pain is gone in minutes, and sensing the languid relaxation in your bones, relaxing back against him, Bradley pulls the blouse over your head and unclasps your bra, leaving you bare from the waist up.

He guides you down on the couch, face down in the cushions with your eyes closed. And goes back to work.

He works down the length of your spine, rubbing at the aching spots in your back, near the bottom of your spine. You are boneless beneath him, humming.

When Bradley is sure you're feeling relaxed – and not in any more pain – Bradley sneaks a hand underneath your weight, skimming the side of your ribcage and up.

He cups your breast. You stifle a laugh.

"Is that part of the massage?"

He adopts an oh-so-serious tone. You can't see him, but you'd bet absolutely anything that your boyfriend is grinning from ear to ear right now.

"Oh, yes. It's a very generous package."

His weight presses against your back. You can feel him against your ass, already half-hard.

You raise your hips from the couch and grind back against him with a cheeky grin, buried in the velvet throw pillow. "Oh, I bet. It feels like a generous package."

"Behave," Bradley remarks, shaking with laughter that contradicts the instruction. A hand gently taps against your ass in reprimand, then squeezes that too. A breathy moan escapes from your mouth.

He massages your chest, squeezing the skin with warm hands, pinching your nipples to make you arch back into him. He kisses the side of your neck, tongue darting out to lap at your skin, and god, you want his mouth on your breasts, not just his hands.

You moan for more, whispering his name, and at the desperate need in your voice, Bradley rolls you onto your back and leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth, blowing a cool breath on the pebbled skin, reveling in your shiver.

He does it again to the other breast, kneading the other breast with his palm until you're wet and aching beneath him.

He looks down at you with warm eyes. "Better, sweet girl?"

You nod.

"Much better. Tell me..." You reach for him, easing the waistband of the athletic shorts down until Bradley springs free. Take him in your hand, running a finger across the leaking tip of his cock. "How does breaking my spine in half factor into this generous package? Is that extra?"

He grows even harder in your palm, and Bradley reaches down, underneath the pencil skirt that adorns your legs, and cups you with one hand. You are soaking through your panties, and Bradley grinds the heel of his palm down to catch your clit.

A sharp breath blows across your nipples. You gasp.

"We can work something out."

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Can I request Angel Dust and his fem BFF reader, who also works for Valentino, buying a bottle of fireball and watching random movies (Probably something like Jennifer's Body) while cuddling Fat Nuggets after they've both had a shitty day? Sweet Lucifer, I would kill to be his best friend!!

angel dust x BFF! fem! reader.

genre: oneshot

“you alright toots?” angel dust quirked a brow at you, watching you carefully as you sprawled out on his couch. he had a bottle of fireball in one hand and two shot glasses in the other. he poured the liquid into the glass as he waited for a response.

you groaned, which was muffled due to your arms covering your face. you’re bones ached from all the work today, and you could feel the signs of a terrible headache creeping up on you, making things worse.

when you didn’t respond with words angel dust’s eyes softened with sympathy. he knew that you had a rough day today, he did too. when working for valeninto there was going to be a lot of bad days. he knew that all too well.

but working for valentino was something the two of you bonded on, making what your friendship was today. of course it wasn’t all the two of you had together, but it played a big part in it. a lot of shit talking about val would be done, making the stressful days a little bit better. but he could see that today was not a ‘talk shit’ day, rather a relax and drink day.

“i’ve got your favorite right here for ya.” angel smirked, holding up the glass of fireball in his hand. you immediately lifted your head, your tired eyes looking interested, making angel dust laugh in amusement.

“of course alcohol would get your ass into gear.” he gave a sharp toothed grin, a mocking look in his eyes as he handed you the glass. it was all light hearted banter, the both of you knowing that anything rude you said wasn’t the truth.

you scoff and roll your eyes, snatching the glass from angel’s hand. “i need you to shut the hell up. you’re making my headache worse.” you grumbled, downing the liquid in one go.

angel dust snorted, not seeming all that offended. he poured you another drink before lightly shoving your legs. “whatever. just move your damn legs so i can sit down.”

you huffed but didn’t complain as you moved your legs, allowing some room for angel to sit, to which he immediately does so with a heavy sigh. there was a moment of silence before angel spoke again.

“..soo you want to watch that movie or nah?” he said with a small smile, his demeanor more relaxed now. you sighed and nodded, feeling yourself relax a bit at the feel of angel’s warmth next to you. he always somehow managed to make you feel better, and that was a reason why he was your best friend.

angel grinned and grabbed the remote, instantly turning on jennifer’s body. as the movie began to play angel downed his shot of fireball, smacking his lips in satisfaction afterwards.

as the movie started something butting against angel’s legs caught his attention, and he looked down to see the sight of fat nuggets. he was looking up at him with those adorable round eyes of his, something that always made angel’s heart melt.

“nuggs!” angel cooed, leaning down to take the pig into his arms. you raised your brows, snorting in amusement. “you and that damn pig of yours.. sometimes i think you like him more than me.”

“maybe i do.” angel responded with a smirk, cradling fat nuggets in his arms. “fat nuggets doesn’t talk back to me like you do.”

you roll your eyes, playing hurt. “i got second place by a pig. ouch.”

angel laughed before holding up fat nuggets to your face. “can you blame me? look how adorable he is!” fat nuggets made a small little oinking noise that made your heart swell with love for the little guy.

no matter how much you pretended to be annoyed by the little critter, you loved him. you gave him a small scratch on the cheek, to which the pig responded with a lick to your hand.

angel dust moved fat nuggets to rest comfortably between the two of you, and the demon pig laid down with a snort of satisfaction.

as the movie progressed you started to feel better and more relaxed. it was really times like this you were glad that angel dust was your best friend. who could ask for me?

(note: this was rushed at the end but i hope you liked it none the less! <3 also this isn’t proofread)

#angel dust x reader #angel dust #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you

[koolades-world]

Ok so I've randomly had this genius idea and was keeping it in my head for a month or so. And i for some reason had an urge to find someone to make this thing. And YOU got unlucky to be in my FYP with open requests! Poor you, now you are cursed with this request! (Also ur writing is cool, but im suck at giving compliments~)

Imagine being a one of the most powerful demons in entire devildom, falling from heaven, going through a war.. and you just meet a human, who is crying because of a paper scratch! That's the request!:

Brothers with Pain-sensitive MC/MC with Algophobia if you prefer.♡

Ahem🤓👆, Algophobia is a phobia of pain. No one likes getting hurt, but algophobic person is afraid of it more than normal ppl. Also Algophobia makes all pain feel even more painful because if the fear🤓👆

These two are pretty much the same, but Algophobia one has more angst potential than just "Pain-sensitive"

This thing sounds just so hilarious in my head, imagine after MC does something bad Lucifer wants to punish them, but then he remembers that this human uses cooking gloves to drink coffee because "its way to hot" and ends up with existential crisis because all of his punishments will turn Pain-sensitive MC into dust😭

I saw a lot of ppl headcanoning that demons are like "well, humans are fragile and easily will die!" and starting to think that human is dying when they broke a bone. Thats funny, but imagine what would happen if it ACTUALLY were like that. Mammon wants to get MC to the casino, but then sees how they slip and fall to their knees and the crying because "FFFFF MY KNEEEEES HURT😭😭😭" And he is just like..."Damn, bro, how u live like this" and ends up way to afraid to bring them to the casino bc of "eeevil demons that would eat them!".

Also i imagine that Levi would do something similar, but, lets agree that him asking MC to go somewhere is an impossible scenario. I think he will do a good job tho.

Satan and MC hanging out in the garden with cats and this dude, who can easily broke the entire house if he gets angry, casually watching this piece of human struggling to pet a cat bc of their shaking hands. "Come on, just pet it, u got it, MC." "but cats have claws and claws are paaaainful!!!!"

Asmo is probably the only one who will have no problem with that, lol. This dude loves saying about being gentle. Yeah, not surprising that i simp for him. But dynamic between Devildom's biggest slut and a Human, who never kissed with anyone because "well, if i am kissing someone, I can't tell if the person is not gonna get a knife a d won't stub me! and stubbing ppl is painful!" sounds hilarious.

Beel is a big cinnabun, we all can agree. But yhis cinnabun is so big, that it can easily hurt MC accidentally! Even average people often cause ain-sensitive MC pain, and someone as big and strong babyboy like Beel? Damn, poor big man and MC, who waits for hot food to cool down for 15 minutes before eating it because "hot food is painful!"

Belphegor probably will do okay.. i mean, if we ignore 16 lesson.. he is pretty gentle boy so i guess he won't do anything bad. But, i can still imagine how this dude might hurt MC in his sleep and when wakes up and sees them, ouch-ing and rubbing their cheek, because "you were asleep and accidentally hit my cheek.." while this dude was just changing his sleeping pose.

So you can make something fluffy with brothers trying to not-hurt Pain-sensitive MC accidentally, you can do it in memes, you can do some angst with Algophobia. You can do whatever you want, i give the idea, you use it if you want!~

Damn, this think came out like a whole ass post. But i hope you didn't got bored halfway, lol.

Have a nice day tho!~~~

hi! haha I didn’t get bored you understand me!! I absolutely love when someone is just as excited as me about an idea :) this is exactly what I do when I have an idea I love so much I want to squeeze it in a good way

glad you like my writing 🥺 <3 please enjoy!

Mc with Algophobia

Lucifer

he knows right off the bat because it was on your paperwork (creepy) but makes accommodations where he can (loving)

essentially baby proofs the house right after you arrive once he realizes you’re being serious including padding on every sharp corner

always has a first aid kit on hand because he’s worried about you and won’t hesitate to offer you all the time off you need

finds himself unconsciously making sure you're ok

Mammon

didn't take you seriously at first until you almost started crying upon reach into the freezer to help defrost Goldie yet again

wants to help you with your fear, and unveils all of his stupid fears to you, including his fear of public water fountains

when you're not together, he has his crows keep an eye on you for him to make sure you're ok

often opts to stay home with you if it makes you more comfortable

Levi

so so chill about it since he himself is afraid of many things, and while not paralyzing, goes out of his way to avoid all these things

lets you know the door to his room will always be open for you if you need a place to relax for the hour or day

protective of you in a way he never felt before

ready to listen to your woes and try to help resolve them for you

Satan

to some extent, he understands what it's like to be misunderstood and he goes out of his way to boost your confidence

knows some amazing professionals that might be able to help you out if you want

works on himself and his outbursts to keep you safe and unafraid <3

holds your hand as often as he gets the chance to reassure both you and himself that you won't get separated and avoid any potential problems

Asmo

100% finds many excuses to kiss your booboos

finds all sorts of fun cute ways to make sure you don't get hurt and stay happy

if you get hurt around him, he's on top of it and upset too since he hates to see you unhappy

whatever you need, he's got you covered. he carries some of you things in his handbag that he always has with him in case you need it

Beel

doesn't understand at first, but is more cautious around you

he knows humans are fragile but he severely underestimated your fear

however, he's willing to do anything that you need from him

he knows his strength and always finds himself moving slower and more protective around you

Belphie

at first, he couldn't have cared less but after he got to know you, he felt extremely guilty about what he had done

does everything to make it up to you and prevent you from getting hurt again

expect lots of gifts that include nice blankets and cute bandaids

finds his way to your room in the middle of the night often to make sure you're fine and then stays (he's totally not just sleepwalking)

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 1 - Leather & Latex

Ghost x Soap - 4k (on ao3)

summary: Simon goes to a kink club looking for a masochist to beat. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!ghost, sub!soap, sadist!ghost, masochist!soap, heavy painplay, undernegotiated bdsm because i didn't want to write it all out sorry lol but everything is 1000% safe sane and consensual

note: this is really not one of my faves of the month and i hate to start out on a not so strong note but oh well 🫠 hope you guys enjoy!

Simon leans against the bar, scanning the crowd for a potential play partner and swirling his glass of water lazily.

There are a few displays, but they rarely match Simon’s severity. He can hear Valeria whipping someone on a public stage, but her subs can never handle more than one session a night. Valeria’s as mean as he is - she puts on a good show, but always manages to get to the real painsluts before Simon can.

He needs someone who can take a few hits. Tonight his fingers twitch with the need to beat a pretty thing black and blue, he craves the pained cries and tears of a sub suffering so beautifully for him. None of his usual play partners are free tonight, all either coupled off already or busy, which means he’ll have to test drive someone new.

Always risky. In his experience, subs have a tendency to overestimate their pain tolerance when it comes to him. He tries to make his expectations as clear as possible going in, but it’s a coin toss on whether or not the sub will actually understand.

He’s contemplating moving to another club, listening as Valeria’s sub goes from shouting to screaming, when someone sidles up beside him.

The man is big, standing taller than almost everyone around him but barely eye level with Simon’s chin. He’s muscular too, defined abs and pecs displayed by his lack of a shirt. He’s got a chest harness on, one that wraps just under his tits and between them, a leather strap crossing across his collar bones and over his shoulders. There’s a little d-ring in the center - Simon imagines it’s for a leash to be hooked onto, considering his collar-less neck. He’s got something covering his groin at least, just a tiny and tight pair of leather shorts that Simon would bet money let his ass cheeks hang out. 

He’s wearing an orange band on his right wrist - submissive, everything goes. Simon’s black band burns on his left - dominant, S&M

He raises his eyes back up the man once he’s done with his perusal, lets them linger appreciatively on his body. Simon’s always liked bigger subs, the ones who look like they can take a few blows and come right back for more.

The mohawked man smirks at him when they make eye contact, leans into Simon’s personal space with an elbow on the counter. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

Simon only cocks an eyebrow at that. He’s wearing his own leather pants and a tight latex top with a surgical mask over his nose and mouth, meaning there’s very little skin left uncovered for this sub to see. “Cocky, are we?”

The sub hums a little more, moves even further into Simon’s space. Surprisingly, he finds he doesn’t quite mind the intrusion. “Aye, I know I look damn good tonight. You lookin’ for someone to beat?”

Ah, right to business. Simon finds he likes this sub more and more every minute.

“Yes,” he replies, turning his body fully towards his potential partner and straightening up. “Need someone who can take whatever I decide to give. You gonna give out in the first twenty lashes?”

That gets him a snort, the smaller man moving so close they’re nearly bumping chests. “I hope that’s your warmup. Takes a lot to hurt me, I’m a right painslut. You up to the challenge?”

Simon gives the man another long look, assessing him a bit more, trying to gauge how much of his tone is bravado and how much is genuine. “What’s your name?”

“Johnny. Yours?”

“Simon. But you’ll call me Sir. Are you good with the traffic light system?”

Johnny perks up, like he hadn’t expected such an easy agreement. “Aye. You want to do this in private or on a stage?”

Simon shrugs, already abandoning his water and stepping away from the bar. “Up to you.”

“Showroom, then.”

Simon smirks at the decision, somehow unsurprised that this little sub is a bit of an exhibitionist. He strides off to the showrooms, doesn’t bother to glance over his shoulder to make sure Johnny’s following along.

There are already several people sitting in the audience for the impact-play room, watching another Dom carry their sub out through the one-way mirror. Simon holds the door open for Johnny once they’ve both cleared their intent with the dungeon monitor, confirming that they’re using the traffic light system as safe-words and that they’re going inside with no intention of having sex, just of beating and being beaten. Johnny’s antsy through the whole discussion, nearly bouncing on his toes in anticipation. It makes Simon’s lips curl beneath the mask, makes him want to grab the boy and force him still.

He pulls the mask off once they’re alone in the room, uncaring about their small audience seeing his face.

“Och, you really are handsome,” Johnny flirts, sliding up to Simon’s side and eyeing him like he’s his next meal. 

Simon wraps a hand around his throat, has him pinned against the wall before Johnny even realizes he’s been moved. “That’s not how you refer to me, Johnny.”

The smaller man smirks, licks his lips and leans forward so Simon’s nearly choking him. “You really are handsome, Sir.”

That earns him a backhand to the face, gets Simon a sharp exhale and wide eyes in return. “Watch the attitude. You’re already getting the beating you want so badly, bratting won’t get you anywhere with me.”

This time, Johnny’s “Yes, Sir,” sounds far more sincere. 

He pulls him away from the wall with a hand on his shoulder, sends him stumbling towards a Saint Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the room with a smack to the ass. “Stand there, back to me.”

Johnny swings his ass as he walks, sends a sultry look over his shoulder. Simon is careful not to give him anything, just crosses his arms and stands tall.

He moves forward once Johnny’s leaned on the cross, straps his ankles and wrists into the attached cuffs and double checks he’s not cutting off any circulation. He stands in front of Johnny for a moment, cups his chin and stares deep into the sub’s eyes to try and get a feel for his headspace. His eyes are clear, sparking with anticipation.

Johnny smirks up at him. “You’re gonna beat me black and blue, aren’t you?”

Simon can’t help the twitch of his lips. “Oh, I’ll break you, boy.”

“You’ll try.”

That gets Johnny his second slap of the night, an open-palmed crack against his cheek.

“Watch it. You okay with being naked, or you wanna keep those little shorts on?”

Johnny snorts a laugh. “Take ‘em off, they’re hardly covering much anyway. Get the harness off, too?” 

Simon scowls at the expectant tone when he steps around Johnny, yanks his zipper down and leaves the shorts hanging loose around one ankle. He gives Johnny a few harsh blows to his ass, goes until his own palm buzzes pleasurably at the sting. If they were doing anything more than a little painplay, Simon would take the time to work on Johnny’s attitude.

“You just naturally a brat, is that it? You’ll speak to me with respect if you want your beating.”

That gets a moan, has Johnny shifting in his bindings. “Sorry, Sir.”

Simon gives his cheek a smart tap, then a squeeze. He’s got quite the ass, this Scotsman. Simon can’t wait to paint it red. He steps back after a moment of feeling him up, scans his options for the night where they hang against the wall.

He starts off with a flogger. It’s a lightweight thing, with thin leather tresses that’ll make for a nice but decently intense warmup to see if Johnny’s as much of a painslut as he claims. It’s light in his palm, and he swings it in the air a few times to stretch out his wrist and build up a bit of anticipation.

He starts laying strikes when Johnny starts wiggling again, paints them across the boy’s shoulder blades and a bit lower to turn him a light pink. His skin is tanned, so it takes a bit of work on his part. Johnny’s silent at first, still squirming around like he can hardly feel anything, so Simon increases the force of his swings at just a bit of a faster pace than he would’ve with another sub.

Johnny lets out a little sigh, like he’s relaxing into something pleasant, but he stays stiff and upright on the cross. No flinching, no cringing, no whimpering or whining.

Simon smiles to himself. First test, passed.

He continues his warm up, lays harder and harder strikes along Johnny’s shoulder blades and mid-back until he’s painted a nice rosy color, watches him settle a bit as the sting starts to sink in a bit more. By the end of the warm up, Simon loosened his dominant arm and wrist nicely, and set the tone well enough for Johnny to stay quiet and still.

At least, that’s what Simon thinks. Until he steps away to set down the flogger and pick his next tool, when Johnny looks over his shoulder with a confused look.

“That’s it?”

Simon raises an eyebrow. “That’s your warm-up.”

Johnny almost looks disappointed, resting his chin on his bicep. “Oh.”

Simon doesn’t speak, let’s Johnny stew in his own silence until he decides he’d like to finish his thought. It doesn’t take long.

“Are your twenty lashes gonna be like that?”

He fights down a smirk. “It’s a warm-up, Johnny. And you’ll be taking far more than twenty lashes, don’t start getting greedy.”

He doesn’t look fully mollified, but Johnny’s lips tilt up in the corner and he turns his head back to the wall. Simon rolls his eyes at Johnny’s back - God save him from bossy subs. If they were any more committed to each other, Simon would lock Johnny’s little prick up for an attitude like that. He’ll have to settle for humbling him with a few whips. Not the least fair trade-off in Simon’s mind.

He picks up a cat-o-nine with particularly thin leather tails, the type that should leave Johnny hissing if Simon uses it right.

He repeats his process, swings the tool through the air a few times to let Johnny hear it move, let him try and guess what’s coming. Again, he only makes contact once Johnny starts his squirming again.

He whips across the already pinked skin. Johnny sucks in a sharp breath at the first hit, releases it loudly and seems to steel himself for what’s coming. Simon can’t help his smirk now, laying lashes noticeably harder than he might with another sub.

There are clear markings across Johnny’s back where the tails hit, little raised red lines making a nice addition to the base color he’s already got going. It takes Johnny a bit longer to go still this time, takes a bit to settle into the pain but taking the whipping nicely once he does.

The color looks good on him. Johnny’s an incredibly muscular man, and the way he stiffens in anticipation of Simon’s next swing - the way his back muscles spasm a bit against his own will when he hits a particularly sensitive spot - has Simon chubbing up in his pants.

He lets out occasional little sighs at the sting, noises that seem entirely involuntarily as he starts to truly lean into the pain.

Simon adjusts his cock and gives Johnny a break after nearly 30 lashes, doesn’t say anything as he waits for whatever smart-ass remark he’ll get. He shifts back to the wall of tools as he waits, picks his next instrument.

Johnny doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t glance over his shoulder this time, stays nice and still, loose, like the pain is starting to get to him.

“They got anythin’ more intense back there? No offense, Sir, but it’s lookin’ like your bark is bigger than your bite from this end of the leather-”

Crack!

That gets a loud cry from Johnny, his head thrown back and his spine arching away from the pain. The bullwhip feels good, familiar, in Simon’s palm, and he turns it a bit as he watches Johnny blink wide-eyed, watches him sink back into the correct position with a stiffer posture.

“Still think you can take your twenty lashes?”

Johnny huffs, hangs his head and shakes out his shoulders as best he can in his bindings. Simon watches as he slowly unlocks each of his muscles, smirks at the sign of an experienced painslut. Johnny knows damn well that the tenser he is the more he’ll hurt, and as much of a whore as he might be for his whippings, twenty lashes with a bullwhip are hard to take even loose-limbed.

Simon lets the whip drag on the floor, then cracks it through the air next to Johnny’s side. He laughs when the boy nearly jerks himself off of his cross, let’s his voice echo menacingly in the room to work Johnny up a bit more.

“Gonna have to be still if you don’t want to hurt yourself, Johnny. Be good now.”

Johnny drops his head a bit, groans as he clearly talks himself into going still. He does so a moment later, body nearly deadweight against the cross.

“Attaboy,” Simon rumbles. He snaps the whip, watches the sharp stripe of red form on Johnny’s back and nearly smiles when he cries out again. “Start counting.

Crack!

“Ugh, fuck, th-three.”

“Nope, you didn’t count the first two. Start over.”

“You’re fucking kidd-?!”

Crack!

“Fine- shit, one!”

Crack!

“T-two, Christ…”

“I don’t think I like your tone, Johnny. Start over. With respect this time.”

He really does smile at the agonized sound Johnny lets out. Poor little maso, doesn’t even know what he’s got himself into by baiting Simon all night.

“We’ll do twenty-five, just to make sure all that nasty attitude is properly beaten out of you. Remember to watch your tone.”

Crack!

“One, Sir!”

“There you go, Johnny, good boy.”

Crack!

“Two, Sir!”

The lashes look very nice along Johnny’s back. Simon almost wants to step forward and trace them with his tongue, watch Johnny cry out at the sting soothed by the soft muscle, whip him across that same spot and watch him wail…

Crack!

“Five… five, Sir!”

Simon’s careful not to let the whip wrap around at any points, lands his lashes in firm safe-zones to avoid any serious injury. It’s got the extra perk of layering his lashes on top of each other, making Johnny scream when he gets one after the other in nearly the same spot.

Crack!

“Seven, Sir… fuck…”

He doesn’t allow himself to fully sink down as he whips Johnny, he knows he needs to stay alert in case his sub’s tone shifts to anything that indicates real danger, but he lets himself float into Domspace just a bit. He feels powerful as he whips Johnny.

“Ten, Sir!”

Johnny’s shoulders quivers, and Simon adjusts himself in his pants again. There’s something so satisfying about bringing such a large, strong, masculine man to his knees (metaphorically, of course, seeing as Johnny couldn’t fall to his knees if he wanted to, tied up as he is). Johnny had walked through that club like he owned the place, head thrown back and showing off every piece of his body he could get away with.

“T-Twelve, Sir!”

It feels good to put him in his place. To metaphorically grind his heel firmly onto Johnny’s back, have him literally writhing and shouting while tied to a cross, taking his lashes like a good boy. The sight of such sharp red lines over all those hills and valleys of muscles…

“Sev… seventeen!”

“Seventeen what?”

“Sir! Sir, sir, seventeen, sir!”

Crack!

“Ei-Eighteen, Sir! I’m sorry, so sorry, Sir…”

“That’s alright, you’re still doing good, Johnny. Check in with me - you alright to keep going?”

The look Johnny shoots over his shoulder is almost offended, and surprisingly put-together considering his previous cries. “Course, Sir. Am still green. Will let you know if am not.”

Simon almost snorts. “Back around. You’re not done taking your lashes.”

There’s a smile on his lips when Johnny obeys his command. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hm. Keep counting.”

Crack!

“Nineteen, Sir!”

Simon’s surprised Johnny’s as coherent as he is at this point. He’s never pushed quite so far with a play partner on the first night, but Johnny’s eyes had been nearly clear when he’d glanced over his shoulder, only a few light traces of tears down his cheeks.

Crack!

“Twenty-two! S-Sir!”

His last three lashes are the hardest, even though Johnny’s already taken so much. He wants the boy broken down to pieces, wants him sobbing and unable to control it, wants him trembling and gasping for air in Simon’s arms.

Johnny nearly screams the final numbers, each of them laid one over the other.

“Twenty-five! Twenty-five, S-Sir!”

“Hmm, good boy, Johnny. Took your lashes well for me.”

Simon lays the cruel whip back in its place, steps around in front of Johnny and cups his chin to raise his face and make eye-contact.

Those last few lashes did their job, Johnny already looks far more fucked out than he had only minutes earlier. The stream of tears down his face is constant now, but his brow is smooth and his lips quirk up into a little smile, giving Simon all of his weight and trusting him to hold him up.

Simon strokes his leather-clad thumb over Johnny’s chin. “Color?”

Johnny doesn’t answer right away, clearly focuses on cataloguing himself and the pain now that it’s not coming so consistently. Simon’s glad to see him take the time to answer truthfully, continues to stroke across his chin for a bit of comfort. Eventually, Johnny blinks back up at Simon and says, “Green, Sir.”

He can’t help but smile a little. “Want to go a little longer, then?”

That gets him a smirk. “If your arms aren’t tired yet.”

Simon backhands him, lets his chin go so he jerks into his own arm and muffles his groan into his bicep.

“Never met a brat who’s quite as much of a painslut as you. It’ll be fun to watch you beg.”

Johnny’s canines peek out behind his lips when he grins. “Do your worst, Sir.”

Simon gives him a sharp little tap to the cheek, another to his ass when he walks away. “I’ll make you regret that, Johnny. You’ll be sceamin’ yourself hoarse by the time I’m done with you.”

The gloves Simon slips on after taking his off are heavy, a little warmer than he’d usually like for daily use, but the sharp spikes down each of the fingers are what really matters. He tests one with a fingertip as he talks to Johnny, smirks at the sting.

“You wish. Haven’t had a Dom make me cry like that in years, you think you’ll be the one to break my streak?”

Simon smirks as he hovers just at Johnny’s side, feels the heat emanating from the sub’s body and watches sweat drip down his back.

“Oh, I know I will.”

He lands a sharp smack against Johnny’s bared ass, makes sure to curve his fingers just so to make sure Johnny feels each and every barb.

He yelps, jerks away from the sting and squirms a little in his binds. Simon bites his tongue to keep from laughing as he watches Johnny’s face go from teasing and a little dazed to shocked, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.

He doesn’t wait for another response, only begins to rain down smacks on Jonny’s ass. He’s careful not to slam the spikes too deeply - doesn’t know how Johnny is with blood, doesn’t want the dungeon monitor to make it his business when Simon is so close to bringing Johnny down - but that doesn’t blunt the impact any. With the spacing of the spikes and his own fingers, it’s nearly impossible for him to not layer the hits over one another.

Simon angles himself just a little further forward, to get a better look at Johnny’s face as he starts to writhe, starts to try and run from the pain. His face is scrunched up beautifully, tears dripping down his chin and to the floor. He grits his teeth against moans.

They go like that for a bit. Simon moves himself fully behind Johnny to land slaps with both hands at once, spends some time with just Johnny’s upper thighs for a bit so they don’t feel neglected. His whole back is red, from shoulders to thighs, and the sight gives Simon that rush he’s been itching for all day.

When Johnny goes from moans to whimpers Simon moves to the front of the cross, places his gloved-hands lightly over Johnny’s chest to get his attention.

“Look at me, Johnny.” Simon waits, gives the sub as soft a smile he can when Johnny’s teary eyes meet his. “Color?”

It takes a moment, but Johnny stutters out, “G-green,” with a breathless pant, his body loose against the cross.

Simon hums as he wraps his arms around Johnny, presses his elbows tight to the boy’s ribs and places his hands firmly on Johnny’s shoulders. “Good boy.”

He drags down over the lashings, watches with rapt attention as Johnny screams.

His face goes red with it, veins popping in his neck, spit dribbling down his chin, body fighting to get away from the pain even tied as firmly to the cross as he is. Simon smiles, strokes his hands up and down in uneven patterns without easing the pressure.

“F-fuck, fuck, oh my God, sir- sir, I- fuck!”

“That’s it,” Simon chuckles, gives a few harder presses into place he knows Johnny’s more sensitive and relishes in the sound of his scream cracking. “Scream for me, boy, c’mon.”

He follows commands beautifully, Johnny. Simon’s not sure he’s ever been so satisfied watching a sub break down, watching them lose all control and go into the pain completely.

He lets himself indulge in Johnny’s pain-filled expression for as long as his boy can bear, drags his hands up and across his most sensitive spots, squeezes his ass a few times to reignite that sting.

Eventually Johnny manages to blink hazy eyes up at Simon, murmurs, “Yellow, Sir,” softly, tears still dripping down his cheeks and his breath hitching.

Simon can’t hold back his smile as he takes the gloves off, unchains Johnny and eases his limbs down. The Scot is all dead weight in his arms, but Simon’s more than strong enough to carry one subbie out of a showroom.

He’s careful with the way he carries Johnny so he doesn’t aggravate any painful spots - he hefts him over his shoulder, keeps a hand behind both of his knees to hold him steady and resists the urge to stroke his glowing ass, to feel how the heat emanates from it. There’s a little drunk giggle from over his back when he flips Johnny up.

The previous Dom and sub have cleared out the aftercare room just outside of the showroom, meaning Simon’s got free reign to coax his sub for the night down to planet Earth.

He lays him out, stomach down, on a long leather couch. The furniture’s upkeep cost must be insane considering how many sweaty bodies have laid across it, but it’s in pristine condition as Simon sits.

He tucks Johnny’s head into his lap, turns his face to the side and gives him long, slow pets down his mohawk. Johnny hums a bit at the contact, burrows his face deep into Simon’s stomach and reaches his free hand down to wrap around Simon’s ankle.

He’s endearing when he’s blissed out, his little face peaceful and his limbs loose, his back covered in Simon’s marks and his sub seemingly all the happier for it. He’ll have to get some soothing cream in a few minutes, have to properly take care of Johnny’s body when he’s not conscious enough to do it for himself.

But that can wait. For now, Simon leans his head against the back of the couch, continues his soothing motions through Johnny’s hair, and thinks about how he’ll coax the sub into another session sooner rather than later.

#this one is so much longer than it was supposed to be im so sorry lol #ghoap #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #bo writes #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john mactavish x simon riley #soap mactavish x ghost riley #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 1 #ghoap smut #ghostsoap smut #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #hey google how do i get people to see my fic without putting it in the tags for people looking at like gifs and stuff #kinktober

[chvoswxtch]

Hi Court!! I saw your requests were open and I SPRINTED here :) I love your Frank fics and I wanted to switch to angst, because I’m a mean woman sometimes. I watched that movie called southpaw with the death scene and I thought that it’d be amazing with frank. Like he is in love with a very cute woman but in secret, she’s a friend and doesn’t know that frank is pining for her, but one of his enemies find him while they’re hanging out together and they start a fight and a stray bullet hits her. This is the scene (maybe it inspires you and also the acting is brilliant): https://youtu.be/bPL13UXFGr8 (minute 3:30)

nonnie...

nonnie nonnie nonnie nonnie. I am also a mean woman sometimes (so thank you for making me feel seen) and when I tell you this movie was an emotional trainwreck for me...like there wasn't a single second of it that didn't hurt. I switched it up just a little in a way that made more sense for me (I hope that's okay) and absolutely wrecked myself in the process. 🙃 I don't even know if I should tell you to enjoy or not...but...happy crying??

psa: this one is rough. if y'all thought violets was bad...this one might not be for you. this is all angst. all pain. no comfort whatsoever. if you are on the more sensitive side & need to skip this one, you will not hurt my feelings! my inbox is open if you wanna yell at me, or if you need tissues or hugs. I am profusely apologizing in advance (pls don't hate me for this one).

warning: swearing, mentions of blood & violence, death, mentions of gun violence word count: 1.7k

let that go.

He should’ve walked away. He should’ve just fucking walked away. You’d asked him to, begged him to, but he hadn’t listened. Instead he was reckless, and let that violent storm of chaos that always lingered in his bones take over, clouding his vision and dulling his vigilance with blinding shades of rage. They were just words, they didn’t mean anything. They certainly weren’t worth losing you over. But how could he just stand by while that asshole talked about you like that? 

C’mon, baby. You ain’t been with a real man before. He can’t take care of you like I can. 

You can’t handle a woman like that, bro. She’s way too damn fine for you. How about we play for her?

He was just another drunk shithead talking out of his ass, looking for a fight. You had grabbed onto Frank’s arm the second he had started mouthing off, giving him a soft smile as you shook your head slowly and squeezed his wrist.

He’s just trying to get a rise out of you, Frankie. Don’t listen to him. 

C’mon, Castle. You promised me a night with no fighting.

You had told him to leave it alone. To focus on you, and continue telling the story about how he and Curtis had snuck into Billy’s bunk one night and shaved off his eyebrows. Why didn’t he finish the fucking story? Why didn’t he leave when you asked him to?

You know what, let’s just go. I’ve got drinks at my place, we can order a pizza or something. Come on, let’s just go.

Let’s just go.

Let’s just go.

He was so close. Your hand was so soft as you held his, guiding him towards the exit of the dive bar you two hung out in all the time. The door was right there. Less than ten feet away, just a few more steps, and you two would’ve been out of there. Frank would be on your couch, right now, cold beer in hand, admiring you as you spoke like he always did. Laughing along with whatever joke you were telling. Smiling as he enjoyed how animated your hands were as you painted him a picture of whatever story you were telling. Maybe tonight would’ve been the night he finally worked up the courage to tell you he loved you. Maybe he would’ve kissed you. Maybe you would’ve kissed him.

What’s up man, I gotta fuck your bitch to get your attention?

The butterflies that had filled his stomach from the way your hand fit perfectly in his were immediately incinerated with rage as those words hit his ears. He abruptly stopped, dropping his hand from yours as he turned around swiftly to face the man, jaw setting in a hard line at the way he and his buddies were laughing.

Oh shit, there he is. That got his attention. What’s up, man?

Frank barely registered the feeling of your palms futilely pushing at his chest, trying to force him closer to the door as you pleaded with him. He only tore his eyes down to yours when you grabbed onto the back of his neck, cradling his face in your other palm as you stared up at him with an expression of pure concern.

Frankie, please. Let that go. Please, keep walking. Come on, come home with me. Don’t listen to him. Just let that go.

Let that go.

Let that go.

He should’ve listened to you. He should’ve just done what you asked. He should’ve fucking listened.

Don’t worry, bro. I’ll film it for you. That way you have a little tutorial on how to treat a piece of pussy like th-

Your voice sounded miles away in the back of Frank’s head as he charged forward like a vengeful bull, seeing nothing but red as his fist cracked across the man’s jaw, sending a rain cloud of blood from his mouth onto the floor. It all happened so fast. Frank’s fury completely took over, and anyone that dared to deter his merciless path of revenge was treated with the same unrelenting violence that surged through his fists. He could barely hear you screaming in the background, begging him to stop, pleading cries of his name leaving your lips.

But he couldn’t stop.

That bloodthirsty thing inside of him he thought was gone had only been lying dormant all this time, waiting for that first taste of crimson to reignite its craving, and now it wanted its pound of flesh. Everything passed by in a blur, and Frank had lost track of who exactly he was fighting at this point, but it didn’t even matter. His inner demons weren’t prejudiced about where their offerings came from.

Bang.

The entire bar went silent the second a gunshot rang through the small space, and everyone immediately dropped to the floor. An ear splitting scream cut through the eerie stillness, and the sound seemed to snap Frank out of the haze of wrath he had been stuck in.

Frank?

Frank had never heard your voice sound so small. He instantly whipped his head in your direction, seeming to sober up as he took in the twisted up look of pain and confusion on your face. 

Hey. Hey, sweetheart? What is it? What’s wrong?

I…I don’t…I don’t know…

Frank was over to you in two short strides, cradling your face in his large bloodied hands as he searched your face with furrowed brows. 

What happened?

Something…something happened…

As he glanced down to scan your body, he noticed the way your hand clutched at your side. Fear suddenly sent an icy chill down his spine seeing the hints of deep red that started to seep through your fingers. Tugging your wrist away gently, Frank’s entire body went rigid seeing the maroon stain on your shirt that was beginning to spread like a wine stain on white carpet. 

Am I…am I okay? Am I okay?

Fuck…fuck you’re alright, sweetheart. You’re alright. I got you, yeah? I got you, just hang on. 

A loud cry of pain pierced through your chest when Frank pressed his palm firmly against your side to apply pressure, wrapping you up in his arms as he glanced around frantically for help.

I know…I know, baby, I’m sorry. I gotta stop the bleedin’, okay? I know it hurts, just stay with me, alright? Fuck…someone call a fuckin’ ambulance now!

You gripped onto the collar of Frank’s shirt like a lifeline, staring up at him with wide panicked eyes as you started to hyperventilate. 

Here, let me lay you back-

No…no no no no, I don’t wanna lay down. I don’t wanna lay down!

Okay…okay, you don’t have to. You don’t have to, baby. I got you…I got you sweetheart, it’s alright. It’s gonna be alright.

Tears formed in the corners of Frank’s eyes hearing the fear in your voice. He held you as tightly to his chest as he could, keeping pressure on the wound. The bartender knelt beside him and handed him a rag for the blood, informing him an ambulance was on the way. 

Frank…Frank…

Yeah? Yeah, what is it baby? 

I wanna go home, Frank. I wanna go home-

Okay, okay baby. We’ll go home. We’ll go home, I promise. Yeah? 

I wanna go home. I wanna go home, Frank. Please…I wanna go home. I wanna-

Frank hugged you tightly to his chest when you started to cry, nodding quickly as his frantic eyes quickly scanned over your body. His bottom lip trembled as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, reaching a shaky hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Just stay with me, sweetheart. It’s not that bad, yeah? 

Lot…lot of blood…it’s a lot of blood-

It’s not that bad, sweetheart. Just stay with me. Hey…hey c’mon, look at me. Look at me in my eyes, baby. C’mon, look at me honey.

Frank felt panic start to rise even higher in his chest as you coughed, blood spluttering out of your mouth and staining your lips and teeth a bright cherry red. Shaking his head quickly, Frank cradled your face and distraughtly tried to wipe it off of your lips.

Oh baby…fuck, baby baby baby-no, no no no, c’mon. Here-

It’s okay…it’s okay, Frankie…it’s…it’s okay-

It’s just a little blood, sweetheart. S’alright, it’s not that bad.

Frank leaned into your touch as your shaky hand cradled his face, staring down at you with glassy eyes as his lips trembled with regret. He shook his head slowly, mumbling endless apologies as your mouth pulled into the faintest of smiles, tears turning the lingering traces of blood on your face into transparent shades of pink.

I love you, Frank.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Frank let out a choked sob as he cradled the back of your head, tasting the familiar metallic tang of blood as he gently captured your lips in a soft kiss.

I love you, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, baby. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I can…I can go home…we can go home…

We’re gonna go home, I promise. We’re gonna go home real soon. It’s just a little blood, that’s all. Just a little, yeah?

Full blown panic set in when your hand slowly dropped from Frank’s face, and your grip on his collar loosened into nothing. There wasn’t anymore fear in your eyes as your lids became heavy, and your chest didn’t shake as it struggled to take in oxygen. Frank pulled you fully into his lap, holding your head against his chest as he kept a light grip on your face, searching your face fervently with denial.

No no no…no no no wait wait wait wait. Baby…c’mon, look at me. Look at me in my eyes. C’mon sweetheart, let me see those pretty eyes. No no no no, please…please baby…stay…stay stay stay…c’mon baby stay…baby wait please…no no no…

Frank squeezed his eyes shut as he buried his face into your neck, hugging onto your lifeless body as tightly as he could. A howl of pain ripped through his chest as he sobbed, rocking you back and forth in his arms, repeatedly pouring apologies into your ear.

He should’ve listened. 

He could’ve been holding you in his arms, saying hello to a new life with you.

But instead he was holding you in his arms, saying goodbye as you took your last breath.

tags: @day-dreaming-goddess @neverlandcity @charmedkim @queenofthenoobs @stilldreaming666 @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

#frank castle #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle fic #frank castle request #the punisher #the punisher fic #the punisher request

[asfateentertwines]

Sully kid childhood headcanons

❤️ Spider and Kiri had been dealing with the seizures for years without knowing what they were - they started when the sky people returned and normally were very small or more akin to falling asleep than anything - essentially the scene where Spider sits over her at the start of the movie

❤️ They dealt with it quietly thinking it was more of Kiri being blessed/weird than a medical concern - Spider almost threw up when he found out it was medical and she could have died

❤️ Spider has a lot of tiny immunities and adaptations on Pandora - some of them are small and almost unnoticeable like allergy adaptions or food tolerances and others almost seem like super powers, like him not being killed by wildlife immediately (something they sort of blame as him being attached to Kiri for most of their childhoods) or his heat resistance (aka how this mostly white ass child has his skin in tact)

❤️ Na'vi don't really have periods so the first period for all of the AFAB kids was ROUGH

❤️ Trans! Spider was first and they thought he was actively dying ,,, like homie wears a loincloth it was bad

❤️ Kiri was ten times worse cause Na'vi are intersex and they were sort of betting on that overriding the human half but then she woke up cramping

❤️ Neytiri damn near killed Jake for not explaining them to her (to be fair, he tried. She thought it was barbaric and something only Spider would deal with and promptly blocked it from her memory)

❤️ Tbh Jake had no idea if he had sons or daughters until their first communions with their parents - it wasn't until joining ques that he really understood how Na'vi understand gender

❤️ Norm taught Spider than Paz was a hero - he didn't find out she was on the enemy side until he was almost 14. Lo'ak almost punched him for it

❤️ Lo'ak was the kid to ALMOST break a bone every other day

❤️ Lo'ak somehow never actually got hurt but Neteyam got hurt every single time trying to stop him

❤️ it's how come Neteyam had the pain tolerance to keep swimming

❤️ Kiri brought something home on a regular basis and had puppy eyes that got Jake and Neteyam to do almost anything - Neytiri was immune to all the puppy dog eyes her kids had...except Tuks. Tuk clocked her with just a hint of a pout

❤️ Kiri would take home anything she found - sometimes for good reason and sometimes because she decided it was her best friend

❤️ Jake likes to tease that Spider was one of such finds, it hurts when they're little but he wears it like a badge of pride when he feels comfortable in his place in the family

❤️ Neteyam has a gorgeous voice but any instrument he plays sounds like a dying wailing cow

❤️ Lo'ak is the opposite - if they could stop bickering, they would be a pretty good duet

❤️ Kiri, lovingly, sucks at both. She can do some spiritual songs for ceremony but it is with a ton of work to sound decent

❤️ Spider can sing well but the instruments are normally about as big as him...he does play a mad triangle when he makes one out of old lab equipment tho

❤️ Neteyam went through a mean phase that lasted approximately a week...he was snippy and just sort of bratty to everyone when he was like 11. It was fine until he made baby Tuk cry and Neytiri gave him the eye opening of a lifetime...he made being the best big brother ever his life goal after that

❤️ Spider and Lo'ak like to teach the ikran tricks - including some that probably should have gotten them both killed

❤️ Spider has a missing nick in his ear and scars on the back of his cheek from a tussle he and Lo'ak got into with the Syaksyuk near hometree - Lo'ak almost lost a couple fingers prying it off his face

❤️ They had to do all of Kiri's chores for a month and half to convince her to fix them up AND cover for them but Lo'ak had dirt on virtually everyone so he convinced her

❤️ Lo'ak was the village gossip - he was horrible at keeping secrets but he knew everything about everyone. His siblings had to censor him to keep him from getting his shit rocked

❤️ Neteyam had a line of kids with crushes on him and was oblivious to it. He was a very eligible bachelor to his age group and many wanted to court him through their teenage years with hopes of being his mate. He picked up on virtually none of it and was a bit of an accidental heartbreaker

❤️ Lo'ak, on the other hand, had a bit of the bad boy thing going until his mom dragged him across hometree by the ear. After that, his dorky side sort of overtook the bad boy look and he was sort of the town mischief maker. Very mixed reception from the older crowd but most of the younger were very fond of him

❤️ Kiri and Spider were always a package deal and the town weirdos. They had some of the youth fond of them but it was more of a distanced friendship than anything. They were mostly close with one another and their siblings.

❤️ "Monkey Boy" was because Jake said that raising the 5 of them was like herding monkeys but Spider was the only earthling so he was the only one who could be a monkey

❤️ Fun fact they do not understand what monkeys are

❤️ Tbr they don't understand a lot of earth things but they feel cool saying it

❤️ All of them are fluent but would probably sound very different with native speakers that hadn't just spent a decade on Pandora

❤️ Spider is BUILT but they all think he's puny cause he's so much smaller than Na'vi. On earth, he would be a pretty impressive athlete and it's literally just from this kid trying to survive

❤️ Lo'ak didn't tell anyone but he got into several fights protecting his siblings over the years. He also got Trudy to teach him to shoot long before Jake was aware...he always had a feeling that war wasn't over with

❤️ Lo'ak was always the best fighter, he just wasn't the best solider, Neteyam was. Jake just never realized the difference

❤️ Teamwork makes the dreamwork and these kids have nightmares

#spider socorro #avatar the way of water #spider soccoro sully #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak sully #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow #neteyam #kiri #avatar #jake sully #headcanons

[honeyedmiller]

Fate, After All | Joel Miller — Part Three

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Joel is head over heels and a fuckin SOFTIEEEE for reader, no-outbreak!Joel, and smut (including protected p in v, oral [ f and m receiving], dirty talk, and a bit of a size kink I guess??), and pet names. no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.

word count: 5.7k

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“Dad, it’s been a couple of months. Why haven’t you asked her to be your girlfriend yet?” Sarah quirks a brow at her father sitting across the dining room table from her, arms crossed over her chest as she awaits his excuse.

“I want it to be special.” Joel mumbles, wanting nothing more than to change the subject. His feelings for you were so strong that it quite honestly started to scare him a little. This was way too fast, right? How does this even work?

He honestly hadn’t been this involved with someone since Sarah’s mother, and though you were nothing like her, he was terrified of getting hurt again. Deep down he knew you wouldn’t do such a thing, but then again, he thought the same thing about Sarah’s mom.

“She’s one patient woman, I’ll give her that.” Sarah giggled, and Joel scowled at her.

“Eat your damn eggs and hush up, you.” Joel chided playfully, which caused Sarah to giggle even more.

“Good mornin’.” Tommy walks into the kitchen with a yawn, mindlessly making himself a plate of breakfast.

“Dad hasn’t asked his girl to be his girlfriend yet.” Sarah blurts, and Tommy looks at his older brother in confusion.

“Seriously? Thought y’would’ve already.” Tommy points a piece of bacon at Joel, causing him to roll his eyes.

“As I was just telling your niece who apparently can’t mind her own business,” Joel sighed in exasperation, “I’m waiting for the right time. I want it to be special.”

“You’re askin’ her to be your girlfriend. Not your wife, Joel.” Tommy’s retort was laced with a laugh, but Joel’s stomach oddly twisted nervously at the whole ‘wife’ thing—and not in a bad way.

“Jesus, fine, I’ll ask her this weekend. Maybe you two can get outta here for a couple of hours while I set somethin’ up.”

“How’s a movie and dinner date sound, Sarah?” Tommy grins at his niece, and she beams at him.

“Love to, Uncle Tommy.”

“It’s settled then. Call her and get her here this weekend.” Tommy sits down next to Joel, and Joel nods as he gets up to retrieve his phone from the kitchen counter. He walks upstairs into his room because lord knows he doesn’t need comments about how you make him smile like a fool at the mere sound of your voice.

He dialed your number and pressed the phone to his ear in anticipation. It only rang twice before you picked up.

“Hello?” Your sweet voice sounded through the phone.

“Hey darlin.’ How are you?” Joel couldn’t hide the grin that played on his lips.

“Hey, Joel. I’m good. Is everything alright?” Your voice was full of concern, which made Joel’s heart melt just a little more.

“Everythin’s fine, darlin.’ Just wanted to see what you were up to this weekend.” Joel moved the palm of his free hand against his jean-clad thigh, nervousness seeping through his bones.

“Nothin’, really. Just a little bit of housekeeping and grocery shopping on Sunday.”

“Would you maybe wanna come over on Friday night n’ spend the night?” Joel’s hopeful tone had your heart doing flips.

“Of course. I’d love that. Should I bring anything?”

“Just your beautiful self, darlin.’ Can’t wait t’see you again.” Joel’s voice was soft and loving, and you couldn’t hide the foolish smile you wore.

“Sounds good, handsome. I’ll see you Friday night.”

-

Friday night couldn’t have come any slower. Joel had only called you on Wednesday, but those two days seemed to drag. Maybe it was because you were so giddy about seeing Joel again. You both had been pretty busy, so you didn’t get to see each other too often since Sunday brunch a couple of weeks back.

Work was also kicking your ass, so relaxing for the weekend was something you desperately needed. Joel told you to bring your swim suit, which you were happy to oblige to. The Texas summer sun was nearly unbearable, when crazy thunderstorms weren't impending. Keeping your hair tame in the awful humidity was a mission in itself.

You'd called Joel to tell him you were on your way to his house, which he told you to be at around seven in the evening. Nervousness ran over the course of your body. Why? You're not entirely sure yourself, but just the thought of the older Miller brother made butterflies course rambunctiously in your stomach.

A small smile played at your lips once the Miller residence was in sight. Joel's truck was parked in the driveway, but Tommy's wasn't. You parked your car on the street, grabbing your overnight bag and your purse before stepping out of your car and locking it. You smoothed out your sundress before making your way to the front door—that is, until a woman's voice interrupted you.

"Hi honey, are you Joel's girlfriend?" The older woman asked. She was shielding her eyes from the setting sun, looking at you intently. Your eyes noticed the glinting cross necklace she wore, and you met her gaze again while smiling kindly.

"No ma'am," Unfortunately, I'm not his girlfriend... yet, you thought, "Just a friend of his and Tommy's."

"Hmm," She starts, licking her lips, "Well, if you have a moment to talk about Jesus, I'd love to share some scriptures with you. I know how you crazy kids are about pre-marital sex and such." Her tone was almost demeaning. Almost.

You almost choked out at her words. "Uhm," You grew uncomfortable rather quickly, but luckily, Joel opened the front door to his house.

"There you are, sweetheart. Why're you just standin'—oh." Joel met you on the pathway to his front door, looking across his yard to see Mrs. Adler standing on hers.

"Evenin' Mrs. Adler." Joel politely greeted his older neighbor, mustering up the best tight-lipped smile he could give.

"Joel, honey, I was just tellin' your friend here the importance of the word of God and how pre-marital sex is-" She couldn't finish her sentence before Joel shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat.

"Right, um, maybe another time, Mrs. Adler." Joel placed his hand on your lower back before he started to guide you to his house, "G'night now." He waved at her before you both stepped into the air conditioned home.

"I am so sorry y'had to endure that." Joel huffed, a chuckle laced with his words.

"It's okay, Joel. After all, I could've used the lesson on how terrible pre-marital sex is." You tease, wiggling your eyebrows at him. His boisterous laugh fills the room as he shakes his head, grabbing your bags from you. He set them gently down on the sofa as you followed suit.

He turned around and easily wrapped his arms around you, bending down slightly to peck your nose.

"Missed you, darlin'." Joel closed his eyes as he rubbed his nose slightly against the side of yours.

"I missed you too, handsome." Your arms found purchase around the back of Joel's neck, as you two just stood in each other's embrace for a couple of minutes. You lifted yourself up a little so your lips met his, and he eagerly moved his lips with yours.

"Where's Tommy and Sarah?" You mumbled against his lips, and his grip got tighter on you.

"Tommy took Sarah out for dinner and a movie. We have the house to ourselves for a few hours." Joel smiled as he parted from you, looking down at your features. Every time he looked at you, he could feel his heart melting with desire—desire to protect you, to cherish you, to be with you, to (eventually) love you, and just desire you in general.

"Mm, so what did you have planned, cowboy?" You grinned up at him and he shook his head with a playful smile on his lips at the nickname.

"Well, my dear, if you follow me this way..." He trailed off, gently grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. He led you out to the backyard, which coincidentally you'd never seen before.

You softly gasp at the sight before you, heart swelling at the set up. String lights were strung all along a wooden gazebo, with a cute patio table and matching chairs underneath it. A bouquet of flowers and box of chocolates sat on one of the chairs. The pool was merely a couple of feet away from the set up, and the lights from the gazebo twinkled brilliantly against the softly still water.

"Joel," Hot tears began to form in your eyes, "This is so beautiful. I- I don't know what to even say." Your gaze met his dark brown one, and his eyes bored into yours as you turned to face him and rest a hand on his sturdy chest. "Thank you." You whisper, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips.

"No need to thank me, darlin'. I know you've been stressed at work n' all, so I thought a nice romantic evening would do the trick." His boyish smile that he wore tugged at your heart. You never knew Joel could be such a romantic.

"Who knew Joel Miller could be quite the romantic?" You teased, nudging his torso lightly.

"Only for you, baby. C'mon, let's get you settled so we can eat dinner." He guided you to the gazebo, pulling out your chair for you after setting the chocolates on the table and handing you the flowers.

"These roses are beautiful, Joel. This is so thoughtful. Thank you." You sit down as Joel helps you scoot closer to the table. You take a sniff of the beautiful flowers, and his hands rest on your shoulders gently.

"Ain't a thing, darlin'," Joel smiled down at you as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. "Here, let me get dinner." He moved to the grill that was a few feet away, getting the two plates that sat in there with foil on top. You gently set the flowers down on the table as he served you your plate, taking the foil off. He did the same thing for his plate, then went to the mini fridge by the grill and pulled out a chilled bottle of wine with two glasses.

He set both glasses down and sat across from you, filling up your glass first. He did the same to his and set the bottle to the side when he was done. A look of nervousness flashed across his face, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Everything alright, Joel?" You ask, tilting your head slightly. He reached across the table for your hand, and gave his a small squeeze when your hand rested in his.

"There's uh, somethin' I've been meanin' to ask you." He's quiet, and you can feel his hand get a little sweaty.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest, so much so that you didn't doubt Joel could probably feel your hand pulsating harshly, too.

"Anything." You whisper, keeping your gaze on his soft and steady, even though you were internally freaking out.

He clears his throat, "I know it's taken me awhile, but I wanted to make this right—I wanted to make sure we were both ready for something like this," He gestured between you two, and you nodded in comprehension.

"My sweetheart, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" His shy smile is nothing short of dreamy, and once again, leave it to Joel Miller to make your heart do all sorts of flips.

"Of course, Joel. I'd love to be yours." You give his hand a tighter squeeze this time, and he lifts yours up to his lips.

"You have no idea how happy you make me, darlin'."

"I can say the same for you, Mr. Miller." Something in your tone awoke something in Joel. Your saccharine smile almost made his heart give out. He offered you an award-winning smile before you both dove in to the delicious dinner. He made some sirloin steaks with rice and broccoli.

"I gotta hand it to you, Miller. You're a master on the grill." You groan at another bite of the tender, juicy steak that was quite literally seasoned to perfection.

Joel beamed at you boyishly, a huge lipped-grin thrown your way.

"Thank you, honey, I take pride in that."

Honey. The pet name made you stifle a smile, the reality of being Joel's girlfriend finally hitting you.

"I was thinkin' after dinner, we could take a dip in the pool. It's still warm enough." Joel suggests, and you nod.

"Way ahead of you, baby. Already wearin' my suit underneath the dress."

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Around forty five minutes after finishing dinner, Joel grabbed two pool towels and went to change into his swim suit. You slipped off your sundress, resting it on the back of the chair you sat in for dinner; your sandals followed suit. You sat down on the concrete beside the pool, letting your legs dangle in the surprisingly warm water. The slight breeze the night let on was comforting. Not too hot, not too cold.

The back sliding door to the house opened and shut, and Joel's heavy footsteps padded along the concrete. He set down the two towels somewhere behind you, and made his way over to you.

"Well howdy there, pretty lady." Joel said flirtatiously, causing you to laugh. You look up to where he was standing next to you, and couldn't help but notice how his eyes ran over your nearly bare figure hungrily.

A heat pooled between your legs as you bit your lip, quickly averting your gaze down to the pool water. Joel felt his swim trunks get a little tighter, so to save himself from humiliation, he did what any man would do—cannonballed into the water.

His action was so sudden that you let out a loud gasp as a few stray water droplets from the wave of his splash rained on you.

"Joel!" You're laughing uncontrollably, head tossed back as one of your hands clutched your abdomen.

"I think it's your turn to come in with me, sugar." Joel had a menacing smirk on his face as he swam closer to you.

"Oh no you don't cowboy." You warned, kicking a foot up so you could splash him with water.

"Just for that, you're definitely comin' in with me." He swam up to you and grabbed both your ankles before you could splash him again, but he didn't tug you in like you were expecting. He stood up straight, hands trailing up your legs slowly.

He smiled softly as he felt goosebumps adorn your soft legs. He loved the affect he had on you, because hell, you had the same affect on him too. His hands made their way up to your thighs, making sure to rub tiny circles into your soft skin.

Your gaze was fixed solely on him. If it were logical, you'd jump his bones right then and there. You wanted his name to roll off of your tongue like a prayer on Sunday morning. His touch had you wanting to write beneath him; signal him to go further somehow. Your shyness caught up to you in the moment, so all your body physically could do was just sit there and endure the tease.

"You're so breathtakin', baby." Joel's voice is a whisper as his eyes darken, lust clearly taking over his features. His hands were nearly at the apex of your thighs, so you did the only thing you could think of to suggest him to go further if he'd like: you adjusted yourself on the concrete and spread your legs a little wider, moving yourself closer to the edge.

A look of determination flashed across Joel's eyes, hunger taking over his physique. Joel looked at you questioningly as his fingertips neared your core. All you did was bite your lip and give him the slightest nod. His eyes moved down to your clothed core as he brushed his fingers over you, eliciting a small whine from your throat.

"Joel, please." You murmured, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Please what, angel? Gotta use your words." He teased, dipping his head down to leave feather-light kisses on your inner thighs.

"Please, use your fingers, y-your mouth, god, just touch me, Joel." You begged, and usually, you couldn't stand how needy and desperate you sounded. You usually never had to beg with any of your past partners, but when it came to Joel and his skillful touch, you were more than willing to do so.

"That's my girl. Usin' her manners too. Y'must really want this, hm sugar?" You couldn't take the teasing much longer. Your hand found its way into his wet locks, threading your fingers through.

"Lift your hips for me, baby." Joel's deep voice sent a shiver up your spine, arousing you even further. You did ask he asked and lifted your hips, and his hands easily tugged down both sides of your bikini bottom. He tossed the cloth next to you on the concrete, and used his hands to separate your thighs even further.

"So fuckin' pretty, baby. So perfect. All mine." Joel mumbled almost to himself, and he couldn't fucking wait to have his dessert. He ducked his head back down as he kissed your inner thighs a couple of times more before moving to your already soaked pussy. Joel nearly moaned at how wet you were for him already.

"Christ, woman, you're soaked. I get you that worked up, huh?" He looked up at your face, moving his hand to your core. His middle finger went up and down your slit, then popping it into his mouth to taste you. He hummed as he moved his hands back down to wrap around your thighs. He moved his head down and licked a long, hot stripe up your core.

You gasped loudly as you gripped his hair a little tighter.

“Oh, f-fuck.” You cried, reveling the feeling of his tongue on you. He moaned against you as he started to ravish you like a starving man.

“Fuck, baby you taste so goddamn good.” Joel mewled, not wasting a second your moans began to get louder and your arm supporting you up started to become shaky.

It’d been way too long since someone’s gone down on you, and even then, no one ever pleasured you as good as Joel was in this very moment. His skilled tongue was enough to make you want to convulse in a matter of minutes. Him adding his ring and middle finger to the mix was enough to make you want to scream his name out.

You were a writing mess beneath the beautiful man, but you didn’t care. You started to grind your hips for that last bit of friction you needed, and Joel kept his fingers at a steady pace when he unlatched his mouth from you to give you the final push.

“C’mon, pretty girl. That’s it. Give it t’me.” Joel looked up at you, loving the way you were unraveling around his fingers.

The white hot coil that was building up in your core had finally snapped, pushing you over the edge with pleasure. His name was rolling off of your tongue freely, loudly, and repetitively. Your grip on his hair loosened once you were coming down, body still convulsing time to time.

“Fuck.” You tried to catch your breath as your chest was heaving.

Joel chuckled, but took a moment to admire the flush in your cheeks and the way your eyelashes fell against your cheeks when your eyes were closed in pure ecstasy. You truly were so beautiful.

Your eyes slowly opened and refocused themselves on Joel.

“What time are Sarah and Tommy supposed to come back?” You ask him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stood up to normal height. He kissed you, and you immediately tasted yourself on him. His chin was completely drenched with your arousal.

“Not until around eleven or so,” He wrapped his arms around you, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck before making his way back up to your lips. “Why? Did you have something in mind?” Joel’s subtle smirk meant he knew exactly where you were going, but he wanted you to say it.

“Mm, looks like we still have a couple of hours.” You grinned, twirling the hair at the base of his head around your fingers.

“It would appear so, darlin’.”

“I have a couple of things in mind, cowboy.” Your voice is merely a whisper as you tug him closer, pressing your lips to his.

“Like what baby?” He’s grinning like a fool, but he doesn’t care.

“I’d rather show you than tell you.” Your words went straight to Joel’s aching cock. He groaned and rested his forehead against your chest before looking up at you.

He moved away from you to get himself out of the pool, offering you his hand to help you stand up. His bulge was clear as day through his swim trunks, even though the heavy chlorine water was weighing the fabric down.

“Like what you see?” Joel chuckled as he tried his best to dry himself off quickly.

“Actually, I do. Very much.” You grin, picking up your bikini bottoms from the ground before sliding them back on.

Joel fake pouts at you, “Why’d you put those back on?”

"You already got a taste, Mr. Miller. Let's go back inside before Mrs. Adler gives us an earful about our sinful endeavor." You grin up at him as he leads you back into the cool home.

"Get your sexy ass upstairs. I ain't done with you yet, darlin'." Joel's words sent a rush of heat down to your core once more, making you stifle a whine.

You both made it upstairs to his bedroom, and Joel couldn't keep his hands off of you. You loved it, though. It showed how needy he really was for you without saying a single word.

He gabbed your hips gently and pushed you against his body, wrapping his arms around you as his mouth left an array of kisses on your face and neck. The coolness of his swim trunks pressed against your body contrasted greatly with how heated you were feeling not only externally, but internally too.

"Joel," You breathe, "You have to wash the chlorine off of you." You whisper as you gently held the back of his neck while his lips found their way to your collarbone. He pulled away from you and gave you a confused look, as if you were brushing him off and didn't want to continue your escapades.

You simply just grabbed his hand and lead him to his bathroom, turning on the shower to a temperature you both would like. You turn around to face him and smile shyly up at him before undoing your bikini top, slowly sliding the straps down your shoulders. You didn't hesitate to slide off your bottoms once more as well, all in one swift motion.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, causing a small smile to find its way to your lips. Joel's breath hitched in his throat at the proximity between you two.

He stared down at you with curiosity and wonder, as if he was trying to guess your next move. You moved yourself closer to him and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pushing yourself up on your feet so your lips could meet his in a soft, gentle kiss. His arms immediately found home around your waist once more, pushing you against him. Your bare body on his sent a shock wave down your spine. Joel must've felt it too because he groaned.

You moved your hands delicately down his chest to his torso, nails ever so slightly scraping his skin. Goosebumps ran over his skin as your hands went further down, until they rested right above his swim trunks. He pulled away from the kiss, eyes settling on yours.

"Can I?" You ask, and he nodded almost frantically. You undid the string that was tied at the top, sliding down his swim trunks only to leave them a sopping mess on the bathroom floor.

You wanted to gawk at how big he was. You'd felt it during your frequent make out sessions with him, but truly underestimated how big he truly was. Without saying another word, you took his hand and led him into the shower. The warm water coaxed you both to relax your muscles almost instantly.

Joel eyed you conspicuously, heart beating so rapidly he swore you could hear it, even over the droplets of shower water hitting your bodies and the bathtub floor.

"It's my turn to take care of you, cowboy," The saccharine smile you throw his way is conflicting the tone of your voice—velvety and sickly sweet, but in a manner that screamed I want you. "Can I do that for you, my honey?" Your eyes bore into his and he nearly buckled right then and there.

"Please," He begged, "Please take care of me." Joel was always so insistent on never being a beggar, especially when it came to anything involving sexual activities, but you were driving him fucking insane with the innocent look you had on your face. He knew damn well you were far from it, and he couldn't wait to experience that side of you.

You dropped to your knees in an instant, softly grabbing his rock hard cock into your hand. You began to pump your hand at a languid pace, making sure to keep eye contact with Joel the whole time. He groaned at the sensation and closed his eyes, shuddering at the feeling of your small, warm hand wrapped around him.

You smirked to yourself as you moved your head forward, your lips meeting his swollen tip. He sucked in a sharp breath as you lazily ran your tongue over him, immediately tasting the pre cum that'd been there the moment you agreed to let him devour you.

"Fuck, angel, please." Joel inhaled, threading his thick fingers through your now wet hair. You hummed against him, moving your lips down the side of his cock. You kissed him at the very base, moving your lips back up to the tip before opening your mouth and taking him in inch by inch. You had to go slow at first, because you knew adjusting to his size was going to take you a little while.

He moaned as your lips met the base of him, tears already forming in your eyes. You moved back ever so slight; just enough to only have half of him in your mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, pupils blown and irises black.

"Takin' me so fuckin' well in that pretty little mouth of yours, angel." Joel gritted through his teeth, brows threading together and head lolling to the side as you found a steady, rhythmic pace to bob your head. Your free hand gripped the back of his thigh, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance.

"That's it. Just like that, baby, fuck." He mewled, and his praise made you involuntarily moan against him. Heat spread throughout your body at the sight above you: Joel Miller, a panting mess because of your sweet mouth. Just the thought of that alone nearly made you come.

You could tell Joel was close with the way his hips stuttered, eager to help him find his release. You gave one last push, taking his whole length into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag—and Joel come undone. He nearly whimpered as your eyes were locked on his, swallowing every last drop he gave you.

He pulled you up to his level again and crashed his lips against yours, the need to fuck you into oblivion becoming too strong to control any longer.

It's as if you read his mind when you reluctantly broke apart from the hasty kiss. "Joel, please, I need you." You whimpered, desperation transparent in your voice.

Joel was quick to shut off the shower faucet, not giving a fuck if both of you were dripping wet. He dragged you out of the shower and into his bedroom, nearly tossing you on his bed. The look in his eyes said he wanted to take you until you saw stars, but reluctancy held him back. This was your first official time together after all, and he didn't want to be a dick and be rough with you.

You on the other hand, wanted him to do exactly what he originally intended to do. You sensed his reluctancy, so you grabbed his bicep as he hovered over you, and you nodded frantically.

"Joel, don't be gentle. Ruin me." You really couldn't even process the words spilling out of your mouth before Joel had you flipped over on all fours. You perched your ass up in the air as you lay your face down on the soft comforter. You felt the dip in the bed where he was disappear. He rummaged through his night stand and pulled out a condom, ripping the foil packet open. You watched as he rolled the latex onto himself before disappearing from your peripheral.

The bed dipped down again, excitement and anticipation all too prominent in your core.

"You sure 'bout this, darlin'?" Joel asked, sincerity in his voice. You appreciated the fact that he was double checking with you, because you knew this was going to be a lot for the both of you.

"Yes, Joel. Please." Giving him the green light was all it took for him to line his cock up to your entrance, grabbing your hips as he slowly pushed himself into you.

You gasped at the sensation, gripping the comforter below your fingertips.

"You okay, baby?" Joel pauses his movements, rubbing circles into your hips. You wordlessly nod your head before he keeps pushing himself into you until he's completely buried in your warmth. The sight below him made him groan. You fit around him perfectly.

"Please move, Joel." You moaned, starting to rock your hips for some friction.

"My needy sweetheart." He chuckled before moving his hips back, snapping them forward with such force that it nearly knocked the breath out of you. You cried out, the tad bit of pain quickly being masked by the overwhelming sense of pleasure. Joel rocked his hips at a steady pace as you tried to move your hips back to meet each thrust he gave you.

The sounds you were eliciting from your throat nearly sounded unrecognizable. Never had you been so damn needy for someone in your life, and it drove you fucking insane.

You felt one of Joel's hands move from your hips, sliding up the front of your torso. He stopped to toy with one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers. The sharp sensation went straight to the build-up of the white hot coil brewing in your core. He moved his hand from your breast and up to your throat, wrapping his hand around it. He squeezed the sides which elicited a loud moan from you.

Joel's unrelenting pace and hand wrapped around your throat had you rolling your eyes back. You could feel every vein and ridge of him inside of you, working to bring you to release. He was reaching spots inside you that you didn't even know could be reached—until today.

Joel coaxed you upwards so your back was pressed against his chest. He kept his hand wrapped around your throat as he gritted into your ear, "Tell me who you belong to." Joel growled, his primal side completely breaking through.

"Y-You, fuck, you, Joel. Only you." You whined. He let go of your throat and moved his hand down to your breast once again, squeezing it generously.

His other hand that had your hip in a near-death grip moved down to your swollen clit, rubbing it tenaciously. You cried out as you threw your head back onto his shoulder, your whole body shaking as your release neared.

"You like that, baby? Look at you, dirty fuckin' girl takin' my cock so well, hm?" Joel's voice was dangerously low in your ear as his pace started to falter. "C'mon baby, give it to me. L'me feel you. Fuck, angel, that's it." Joel coaxed, which was the finality that pushed you over the edge. You cried out loudly, whole body feeling like it was being ripped apart from the inside out in the most pleasuring way possible.

Joel was chasing his own orgasm as he thrusted up a few more times before stilling, wrapping both arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck as he came. He softly moaned your name into your ear, causing you to flutter around him once more. He sharply inhaled before kissing your neck a few times, gently setting you down on the bed before completely pulling out of you.

You completely collapsed onto his bed, body limp and entirely devoid from any movement. Joel plopped down next to you after he tossed the condom into the trash, pulling you into his chest as he gingerly kissed your forehead.

"Fuck, baby, that was incredible." Joel breathed, a chuckle prominent in his voice.

"It was. Didn't know you had it in ya, cowboy." You teased, fingers subconsciously tracing light patterns on his chest.

"Plenty more where that came from, darlin'." Joel ran his hand up and down your arm, kissing your forehead periodically. You don't know how long you two were laying there, but being in Joel's arms like that just gave you a sense of protection you never thought you'd be able to get in your life.

Joel was a noble, honest man. He was someone who was goofy, loving, reliable, and steady. Just what you needed in your seemingly hectic life. You knew he was it. Joel was the man for you. That four letter word you were terrified of not too long ago started circling your head, and this time, it didn't make you want to run. It made you get those stupid butterflies. It made you feel like a crazed teenager. It made you be aware that you'd never been so sure of anything in your entire life—

You were completely and irrevocably in love with Joel Miller.

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REASONS — HAITANI RINDŌ

content: fem!reader, established relationship, tenjiku arc spoilers. word count: 1,5k.

summary: rindō teaches his girlfriend to fight.

You’re going to kill him. 

“C’mon! That's the best you’ve got?”

You're certainly going to kill him, spit on his corpse and leave him to the mercy of the crows. 

“I’m trying!” You spat trying to free yourself from his grip, you knew he wasn't using his full strength to keep from hurting you, but you were so tired that you couldn't find the energy to even really try. “Don’t piss me off, I can bite your ass from here, you know?”

Surprisingly he burst out laughing, “Don’t do that, feels weird.”

“Somebody did it before?”

“Don’t ask.” 

“You know what? Let me go.” 

He chuckled before releasing your poor arm, you closed your eyes and remained lying on the floor trying to catch your breath. 

“You were supposed to take me down, doll.” 

It was the twelfth time you tried to 'take him down', but failed, he always managed to dodge you and it was you who ended up with an awkward lock of your limbs—which was ten times softer than he would do to a real opponent, by the way—. 

“Sometimes I really hate you, you know?” You managed to say between your gasps. 

“You love me.” 

You couldn't help but smile, “Unfortunately.” 

Rindou had been insisting for weeks on teaching you jiujitsu, you had refused because you knew how passionate he could be when it came to training. But after many pleas and bambi eyes you agreed only after making him promise to go easy on you. 

If this was going easy, what was serious training like?

Morning runs. Goodbye greasy food. Hello two hours at the gym. Set after set of exercises you never knew existed. The damn burpees. You insist, how was that going easy?

You remember complaining to him that you had agreed only to learn to fight and not to full training, but he replied that to fight you needed the physical condition. God have mercy. 

However, he seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to give up. You tried to look on the bright side and think that maybe it wasn't so bad, you were learning a martial art, exercising and eating healthy; but at times like this, with your body sweaty and sore plus the frustration of not being able to beat him, you just wanted to put an end to this kind of modern torture.

“Doll, you still alive?” Rindou asked and you opened your eyes to find your boyfriend standing with his legs beside your hips and his hands stretched out towards you. 

“Sadly.” You sighed and took his hands accepting his help to stand up. “I think you forget that I don't have the same stamina as you.”

“But you did amazing.” He said handing you your water bottle which you instantly opened to drink what was left in it. “Keep it up and before you know you'll be breaking my bones.”

“That sounds tempting.” 

“Right?” He took the bottle from your hands when you finished and put it back in its place, “Wanna do one last try?” 

You quickly shook your head, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath, “I think I gave my all for today.” 

Your boyfriend clicked his tongue and squeezed your cheeks with both hands, forming a pout on your face, “Just once.” 

“Rindou, I’m tired—”

“I’ll let you drive.” 

“Okay, but just once.” You said as you straightened up. 

You ignored his triumphant smile as you took up position in front of him, mentally preparing yourself to meet the ground again. 

But— surprisingly, when you ran and wrapped your arms around him to knock him down, the ease with which you succeeded puzzled you, forgetting the next step to lock his joints, so you just ended up falling on top of his body. 

“Oh fuck, you okay?” You asked looking at his face, which had a smile on it. 

“I’m okay.” Your boyfriend cupped your cheeks again as he did before, “Well, this deserves a prize, you made me fall, doll.”

“Not as planned.” 

“But you succeeded anyway.” 

You frowned straight into his eyes for a moment before sighing with realization, “You let me win.” 

Rindou snorted, “Of course not.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You stated earnestly and your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully, “But thanks, I guess.”

Maybe he didn’t want you to feel bad, or maybe he felt some guilt about how hard you had trained today and he hadn’t given you a chance to win, who knows, but you couldn’t deny that his action filled you with tenderness. You had a soft spot for your boyfriend, you had to admit. 

But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to punish him for putting you through such a hell in this gym today. How? You don’t know, maybe not giving him head for a week or two will be enough. 

His hands moved down from your cheeks to your hips as you sat on his lap.

“You look good in these shorts, you know?” 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by the wrists to push away his hands that were beginning to caress you inappropriately. “We’re in public, perv.”

You weren’t surprised when he laughed. His laughter was somewhat contagious, so you had to stifle your smile to stand your ground.

“I know, sorry, sorry.” He said taking your hips hard to push himself forward and sit up, stealing a kiss on your lips in the process. “Let’s go.” 

After you changed in the locker room, Rindou put his arm around your shoulders as he said goodbye to the gym owner before leaving. You had to walk a bit since his motorcycle was parked two blocks away because there was no parking nearby when you arrived. 

“I still don’t know why this is necessary.” You suddenly said in the middle of the comfortable silence. You crossed your arms and looked at him with a half smile waiting for his response. 

“What?” He asked while spinning the keys with his finger. 

“Teaching me how to fight.” 

He withdrew his arm over your shoulders to intertwine his hand with yours, “It never hurts to know how to defend yourself, doll.”

“Well, you have a point.” You admitted caressing his knuckles. “What I mean is— you were very insistent about teaching me. Why?”

“I don’t need a reason.”

“But you look like you have one more specific than seeing me in athletic shorts or spending time together.” He let out a chuckle, squeezing your hand tighter as you crossed the street. “Be honest.” 

He flicked your forehead, “You can really see through me, huh?”

“It’s my job as your girlfriend.” You saw him lick his lips and focus his gaze on the ground, you knew he was hesitating, so you encouraged him, “C’mon tell me.”

“It’s really corny.” 

“Rin…”

“Well— a few months ago I was thinking, what if someone wants to hurt you and I’m not around to protect you? The streets aren’t that safe, someone could mug you or try to take advantage of you.”

Your heart was melting, could you love him any more? The answer is yes. 

“But then I thought of something worse.” You watched as he clenched his jaw, “What if someone tries to hurt you because of me?”

“Why would anyone try that?” 

“You know why. You’re dating the Rindou Haitani.” He said cockily, pointing his finger at himself. 

“Rindou, you are a gang member, not a yakuza.” You joked, stopping your steps when you were in front of the motorcycle. 

“We don’t know what the future has in store for us.” Well, he’s not wrong. “And gang members can be cruel too.” 

“You right.” You remembered what happened to Izana and Muto, and with that in mind, Rindou’s words made a lot of sense. 

“If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I’ll break every single bone in their body.” In fact, he did it before, not to that extreme, but he did break the arm of a guy who tried to take a picture under your skirt— so you knew he wasn’t kidding. “But I know I can’t always be with you, the least I can do is teach you how to fight.”

“Well, he would have to be someone very stupid if he wants to hurt the girlfriend of the Rindou Haitani.” You mimicked his gesture by pointing to yourself before kissing his cheek. “Thanks for telling me, I’ll train hard to break the bones of anyone who crosses my path.”

Although you were already imagining that the level of torture would increase, you were willing to make the effort for the sake of your boyfriend's intentions. However, he won’t be getting any head for two weeks. That's a fact.

Rindou squeezed your cheek before saying, “That’s my girl.” 

You smiled and stretched out your hand, “Now give me the keys, I’ll drive.”

He seemed to have forgotten your previous agreement since he widened his eyes, you knew he wasn’t a big fan of the idea of letting you drive, but too late— you had already snatched the keys from him and got on the bike.

Your boyfriend sighed in defeat before sitting behind you, “Just don’t run a red light again, please.”

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clocky & toby

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they’re a complicated duo that fit perfectly within each other’s fucked up jagged puzzle pieces.

I wouldn’t say they’re toxic, just complex and complicated. throwing together two serial killers who most likely have attachment issues (for diff reasons) and anger issues is bound to be slightly rocky at first.

that being said, they never intentionally hurt each other or have malicious intent towards one another. their expression of love is just slightly more complex or strange.

you’ll never hear clocky tell toby she loves him. but, she’ll listen to his rambles for hours on end and carry out any drawing requests he asks. she doesn’t write him love letters and continuously shower him in constant compliments. instead, she’ll maybe splurge a bit of cash to buy him a pocket knife she thinks he’d like. she also has crow like tendencies id say, picking up little bones or rocks in the woods she thinks he’d like. yes, she’s short on words and doesn’t quite know what to say but best believe she is showing her love for him in one way or another.

now for toby, unlike what you would expect and quite literally the opposite of clocky, he knows all the right things to say. but there’s always a time and a place. if he were to say sweet things to her all the time it would become the norm. toby doesn’t want that. he wants his words to convey meaning and genuinely make an impact on her. so on the nights that everything is quiet and maybe they’re sitting by a fire, he’ll lean over and whisper sweet, teeth rotting shit to her. also, love letters. he absolutely lovessss writing her love letters and means every damn word in all three pages. when it’s not words it’s in touches. gentle and almost unnoticeable. of course, she notices every single one though.

now for the complicated part. they have their fair share of fights and some of them get pretty bad. there’s not really a common theme but more so a common route of progression. they both are stubborn as hell and don’t know when to stop so this is where they clash heads. ultimately, they both realize they’re adults and sit to talk the shit out. afterwards, there’s either awkward silence for awhile or toby being… toby.

“you’re so pretty when you’re pissed off, I ever tell you that sweetheart?” “go fuck yourself”

“you know, if you’re jealous just say that.” “i will throw your ass into a table right fucking now.” “try it, bitch.”

“toby if you leave your bloody, sweat soaked clothes in my fucking laundry basket again im going to wreck your shit.” “fuck off dude, you’re always bitching.” “say some wack shit like that again and I will have your head on a fucking stick” “yes ma’am.” (he does it to get a reaction from her, but she knows this teehee)

neither of them take shit from the other and it’s almost perfect, because there’s no sensitivity. but, there’s always a boundary and when they’re crossed is when shit gets twisted. it’s honestly quite rare though because both are smart enough to know what’s appropriate and not.

so, they’re a cute couple (who happen to be serial killers). and no, they don’t kill together because their tactics are too different and they’d stress each other out.

#lockspastatalk #creepypasta #clockwork #ticci toby #ticciwork #toby rogers #natalie ouellette #they’re so cute omg #i love them #clocky & toby

[totallynuwonhere]

After collecting my thoughts and being bored in class...here are my thoughts on the latest episode Vampire Justice:

-Will orchestrated the kill all along? Ya'll really hate the Bennette's huh

-Porter was ASKED TO COME BACK, SEE YA'LL HE AIN'T THAT BAD...Well, HE IS, BUT DAMN IS HE USEFUL, IDK YA'LL I JUST LOVE HIS SASS, hate what he did.

-Poor Vincent was kept in the dark man

-Monarch Baz is such a wine Aunt

-Nothing like an unnecessary pile of bones comment from the one and only Alexis

-Demon blood? NONE OF YA'LL BETTER BE HURTING MY MAN SCORPIUS

-Christopher bit the dust. While he WAS our ticket to closeknit, I'll take an obvious pile of bones over a murderer amongst my babies any day.

-Asher betaing up is so fucking hot ya'll. DOM ASHER FOR HBW-

-Their poor unempowered mates man, they literally came here thinking they were gonna live the twilight ball of their dreams, not a game of clue

-Their vampire judiciary system is garbag-- IM SORRY BUT THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A TRIAL, SHIT LASTED WHAT? 5 MINUTES? I HATE THE BENNETTE'S AS MUCH AS THE NEXT GUY BUT DANG YA'LL

-TRANCED TREASURE THEORY?!?! tHIs is one hell of a murder mystery

-Sweetheart itching to take over this case frfr

-Milo is throwing hands ya'll- CALM DOWN SIR-

-The disrespect? Pup? PUP? WEREN'T YOU THE ONES ASKING FOR THEIR SERVICE. SQUARE UP.

-William get yo ass back in Dahlia

-THIS IS SO NOT MY MET GALA VISION.

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted summit #redacted monarchial summit #redacted porter #redacted vincent #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted sweetheart #porter solaire #vincent solaire #david shaw #asher talbot #milo greer